#than doing practice problems ew

[hopepetal]

surely a ghost or deer mumbo?

Read the full fic here!!

See, Mumbo wasn’t too good at this whole haunting business. 

Sure, he was a ghost, and sure, it was his job, but he was never really good at much other than technology. And biking. He was really good at biking. Not anymore, though. Not since he–

Well. Kicked the bucket, so to speak. He didn’t really remember how it happened? But it hurt. He knew that. And now he was stuck haunting the stupid house he died in. Likely for eternity. And that, in his opinion, was enough to make anybody angry. 

So he threw things. He wailed. He mourned the life he had forgotten. He chased the new occupants of the house around. He caused the lights to flicker. He dropped the temperature of the room (not too much, though!). He played around with the new ghostly orbs at his fingertips. 

After all, if you were dead, why not have fun with it?

And he did have fun. At least, until the occupants left and he was all alone in the house once more.

It was early in the morning (or was it late at night?) the next time the door opened, and in came four men that Mumbo didn’t recognize. They were chatting loudly, carrying strange devices, and that… well, that scared Mumbo. So he faded back into the shadows and watched them.

They began setting up in the front hallway, and the buzz of electricity made Mumbo feel empowered. Enraged, too, but that was another thing. He had been working on strong emotions in therapy, when he was still alive. 

Oh! That was another thing he was good at! Strong emotions. He’d figured out after a few days dead that he could throw a plate if he was angry enough at it. So all he had to do was just focus, glare, and–

The decorative plate smashed to the ground, and a high pitched beeping made Mumbo wince. 

“EMF 5!” One of the men called out, “Scar, you got box?”

“Yep! No problem.” The man the first had addressed– Scar– turned on a static walkie talkie of sorts as another set down a crucifix (ew), a book, and a strange machine that projected green light on the walls.

All of that sent shivers up Mumbo’s non-existent spine, and he would’ve taken a deep breath if he had lungs. Curious, he stepped forward into the green light, freezing when he heard the man called Scar shriek. 

“DOTS! We got DOTS!” He fumbled to turn off the walkie talkie box thing, turning on his radio instead. “We got DOTS, guys!” 

The other three chimed in acknowledgement over the radio, having left the house when Scar began to talk through the walkie talkie. Mumbo practically ran back into the shadows, wanting to get away from whatever witchcraft that light was. 

Were these… ghost busters? Was he going to get ghost busted?! 

…okay. Maybe don’t say it like that. Anyway.

The four began talking again, but Mumbo wasn’t about to stick around to listen. He fled from the hallway, hiding in the shadows once more.

(Ask game!)

#this one was getting too long but if youre interested in the concept feel free to lmk and I might continue it! #my writing #hermitcraft #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #gigs phasmo #anon ask #answered ask

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

pussyeater!Satoru

A/N: okay, after finding these pics online and rewatching this scene, I'm absolutely convinced the jjk animators/artists wanted me to write this. 😆😆

pussyeater!Satoru can't stop thinkin about you. Nah, not since you gave him a taste of the sweet cream between your thighs. For fuck sakes, it had already been a month since the faculty New Year's Eve party but here he sits at work, daring anyone to interrupt him replaying the precious memory in his mind. Drinks were bountiful that evening, him even sneaking you guys an edible to split. Satoru thinks you probably don't even remember it the way he does: locked away in a tiny utility closet laying 69 style, knees on either side of his head. Tiny dress pulled up to your neck while you repeatedly pushing down on the tongue invading your insides. Your pretty red manicured fingers hold tight at his legs, mouthin at his cock incessantly. "Satoruuu! Oh baby, you're so good to me! Don't stop, need to cum so bad. Need you to make me cum soooo bad. Need you Toru!" He listens to how you moan his name just like in his dreams, the pitch of them so appealing to his steely dick. Fuck, he came twice, practically untouched, before you finally squirt in his mouth. "Ew.. Dude, take 5." Todo tells him, snapping Satoru outta his favorite daydream and back into the present. He's looking at Satoru's lap with absolute disgust, bout ready to sound off with another snarky comment but doesn't get a chance."Fuck off!" The response laced with so much venom and energy that Todo's actually knocked on his ass as Satoru brushes past him angrily.

pussyeater!Satoru doesn't understand why everytime he talks, you never make eye contact with him anymore. Really thought he'd have more access to you and your pretty lil pussy by now. He openly observes your frame as you stretch after a mission, wondering why things have changed. So different from how you affectionately gazed at him while he drank from your cunt, tugging at his hair and begging for more. Thinks you might actually have the fountain of youth between your legs; that he might seriously relapse if he doesn't get another dose. Fuck it, now or never. "Hey y/n, wanna grab somethin you eat?" He doesn't mean to lick his lips, honest! "With you?" Why the fuck are you so shocked? Makes his cute ass actually pout a bit. "Uh, yeah." "Alone?" Okay, nows he's a bit miffed. "Problem with that?" "Ummm.." You're looking at the exit, wondering how fast Satoru Gojo can run. He notices, not liking it one bit. Shit, he'd most definitely catch you. You're so embarrassed from the 'New Years incident', can't understand why the man wont let you cease to exist in peace. "Don't worry, y/n. Just food this time." He holds his arm out to you, smiling wide. His perfect white teeth make an appearance as he tries to ease your worries. Kinda works, your shoulders dropping their tense disposition as your pretty y/e/c eyes finally meet his. "K-kay Toru. Where to?" Oh he knows just the place, mouth already watering at the thought of what he was about to do to you..

pussyeater!Satoru is a fuckin liar; lied straight through his teeth. And now he's lyin underneath you, easily holding your trembling body in place ontop his upper chest. You're face down in his pillows, ass up naked as fuck, trying to peel his lips from your clit. He didn't bother taking off a single piece of clothing himself. Additionally, he'd already made you cum explosively but refused to stop. Satoru started off his attack with you on your back, his long fingers grippin your thighs firmly to pin you in place. Another mistake of your eyes darting to his bedroom door had him switching to your current position, frantically trying to inhale your saturated pussy. "T-toru, stoooop! Can't take anymore, need a break.." You whine at him for what must be the gazillionth time, but he answers the same way he did previously. "Uh mm." Not more than a nonchalant hum. The volume of your keens go up a notch as he shakes his head left to right, heinously slurping at you. You're so sensitive from your earlier orgasm and don't know why he's treating you this way. "Whyyyy Satoru- ohfuck! Too good.. Please, whatever you want.. Do anything, please!" Now that got his attention. His dick is so fuckin hard and he's not sure how much longer he can keep from cumming when you talk to him like this. He pops off your clit and stares up at you, lower face soiled with your juices. "Anything? Do anything for me, princess? You promise?" He slowly licks your essence from his lips, eyes closing briefly in bliss at your taste. "Y-yes." Why does he think you can do a damn thing when you can't even breathe? "Quit keepin my fuckin pussy from me and I'll think about it." Swollen lips reattach to your poor abused clit, making you squeal as your thighs squeeze the sides of his head; the most perfect pillowy earmuffs in Satoru's opinion. Fuckin guy doesn't quit till you gush. Every-fucking-where. You're literally raining down on him and it's everything he's ever wanted from life. Wish he could record how you drench his sheets, shirt and pillows. His cock won't stop twitching, the sensitive tip beating against his jeans. His nasty ass watches on, ego swelling as he holds his tongue out to savor you. Literally busts his nut to the feeling and taste of you drippin into his mouth.

"Mmm.. Taste so fuckin good. Thank you, baby."

#black reader #black fanfiction #black writer #all readers #all welcome #all women are beautiful #smut #dirty talk #pussy eater #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x black reader #gojo x black y/n #jjk smut #jjk #saturo gojo

[sherwees]

cw : cheating (that's it)

busy idol boyfie winwin that'll take you out everyday even after stressing practices whenever you weren't "busy" with anything. he knew that you had time to visit him and his suspicions stayed high on his mind but he'll never want to make you upset so he just pushes his conflicting thoughts to the side.

winwin loves coming home after a long day and having you sit on his tense,sore lap whilst you whisper all types of praises; his hands rubbing soothing circles into your plush thighs. especially when you say his real name, it makes him feel all warm inside and makes him relish in the moment. But, knowing that deep in his gut, he knows that you're slipping right through his fingers.

he hates when you're mad at him. those times that he questions why there's a certain amount of makeup on one part of your neck but you only brush it off and move away from him. he'll spend the rest of the week thinking about how he could make it up to you and even asks his fellow groupmate and best friend yangyang about it but his advice is only him saying to stay away from you so it's only futile. he just ends up buying chrysanthemums for you (hendery's advice) and you end up catching hay fever but at least you accepted them.

and he also hates that you mention yangyang nearly everyday. “yangyang bought me it” “yangyang said..” or you just reusing a cheeky joke from the orange haired goblin. he also wonders if you were "playing" around with yangyang behind his back because he'll never mention the gifts or when he would ask him about it, he'll act oblivious and cut the conversation right there. there was a problem, he doesn't think he could fix it.

your hands on the headboard keeps your stature as you ride his cock. the silence of it all made it feel so solemn.. winwin didn't feel the lovey doveyness of it all anymore. he was quite turned off at this point and it was even the fact you had your eyes closed.. what the fuck? winwin wished you could just simply open your eyes to see his unamused expression or the fact that he's gone soft inside of you already. it was so fucking awkward just seeing you mumble to yourself, it only made the turmoil of anger worsen. he didn't want this to end but you were being fucking rude.. his dick game wasn't bad because he made you cum before, maybe even scream but what was your fucking problem? there was a cork in his throat, that cork turned into the words. the more he paid attention to his gut, the more he would listen to your mumbling;

“s’ so big”

“im yours and nobody elses”

“I will, I will..”

“hmm.. you're sure bigger than him”.

okay now what the fuck. so you wer– are fucking with him? I mean you grabbing your shit and storming out after he simply asked, “are you fucking liu yangyang?” was an overreaction, I mean you were able to simply cheat on him so..? the looks that yangyang gave him was a contrast from hendery's “I feel bad for you and I wish I told you but you're still a loser” looks even pissed him off more. I mean he couldn't even comprehend why you would do that; he gave you everything you wanted and you just ran for the arrogant sore loser in his group. yangyang's dick game was oftentimes mentioned only by himself,

“well I only fuck with real bitches because only high classes deserve this dick” like ew?

winwin took another harsh bite of his subway sandwich, it felt like his teeth were poking at his gums and his jaw hurt from chewing; he ended up just slamming his sandwich down on the table and leaning back with his arms folded. xiaojun looked at him crazy then returned to his phone which only made him mad enough and tears started streaming, bit by bit that only pushed his anger into loneliness.

“this is captain liu huge cock speaking..” ; from when he wore that stupid pilot outfit for their seasons greetings 3 years ago and he had that walkie talkie thing in his hand, his lips forming into a crisp smile.

“yangyang bought me this really~ cute necklace, wanna see?” ; from when you turned around in the summer dress that winwin bought you that same week; all giggly and smiley over a silver flower necklace. He remembers looking at the pandora bracelet on your tan wrist and all it's charms, winwin never had the time to take you anywhere now so he guessed it was yangyang again.

“do you think I could impress her” ; from that one time when he stood by the dormitory's bathroom doors before a party, texting YOU actually. he looked between the photo of you wearing the dress you got and the little slit in the bathroom door that let him see; yangyang fixing his collar of his suit. You sent another image of you in a lacey butterfly bra from Victoria's Secret through his peripherals and his eyes darted from the screen and back to the slit in the door once he heard Hendery say something also.

he turned back and yangyang's head appeared like a whack a mole in the doorway with that stupid innocent look in his face, eyes with a sad glint with a slight pout to his lips “don't be a snooper.. babe~” yangyang lilted with a smile before laughing at himself; winwin noticed that he tried to mock your unique tone.. he was also sure that you've never said that to him before. yangyang's pupils directed to something else, winwin's eyes searched for what he was looking for or at but he soon realized that he was looking at his phone and his smile widened.

his wrist immediately turned the phone away, looking back to him with an uncertain look that he, himself couldn't even describe till this day. yangyang only sighed before raising an eyebrow at winwin, his lips slightly distorted because of the laugh he held and once he popped his big ass head back in, he obviously started laughing.. boastfully..

The memory ended adruptly once winwin felt a headache incoming. his fingers found his temple immediately, massaging circles but immediately stopped his ministrations once he remembered the better times.

when you were both together.

#nct smut #smut #nct imagines #wayv smut #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct angst #winwin smut #winwin x reader #winwin imagine #winwin #sadsadsad #wayv x reader #wayv fanfic #wayv scenarios

[thewritingofspencerrose]

general masterlist | Partners in Crime

an introduction into just how jack met crim

before all the love and chaos that was to come

Tap tap.

Someone must have just bumped into me.

Tap tap.

"Dahlia..." Bella's shaky voice begins, her eyes wide as she stares just past me.

"What is so surprising beh-" I can't even finish my line of questioning when I turn to see exactly what - more so who - is behind me.

Jack Hughes, number 86 for the Devils, smiling shyly and looking almost adorable in his little beanie.

"Sorry for interrupting, you seemed invested in the game so I figured now would be the best time to come down," He offers, shrugging.

"Um, hi," Is my awkward response.

"Hi," He chuckles, sticking out his hand for me to shake. "I'm Jack."

"I- I know," I stumble, and God I want to crawl inside a hole, "I think everyone in here knows who you are."

"Well, I'm really only hoping to know who you are?" Oh. Is he flirting with me?

"Oh, I'm Dahlia. Dahlia Quigley-Spencer."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Dahlia Quigley-Spencer," He assures, making me smile. "I saw you dancing from our box, and yelling at the refs," Jack begins with a chuckle, gesturing up to the box above us where other injured Devils in beanies are less than discretely looking over the railing at us.

"Do they usually have such a... staring problem?"

The question comes out before I can fully process, Bella snorting behind me as the ever supportive best friend that she is. Jack's laughing nearly as much as she is.

"They tend to be... involved in my life. We're lucky, my brother is on the ice or he'd probably down here too," Jack explains.

"And why is that?" I can't help but ask, hoping it comes off in the flirty way I'm meaning it to.

He smirks, and I can tell my words were taken in at least a small bit how I wanted them to be. "Because I came down to talk to a pretty lady, and he'd want to chirp me about how bad I am at flirting."

"Well I think you're not all that bad, may need a little sprucing up but your smile makes up for it." Oh that earns a blush.

"Really?" He asks cutely, like he's not used to being complemented, which I know isn't true. I can't help but nod, his smile growing. "Thanks, you have a pretty smile too," He returns, bringing a smile to my cheeks.

"Ew, barf, lover boy, are you going to join us or are you going to leave so we can pay attention to the second?" Bella asks, bringing to both Jack's and my attention that the boys are retaking the ice.

It brings an awkward moment to us, unsure of what to happen next.

"Would you like to join us? No one is really around here that might bother you?" I offer, "Also, then you could practice that flirting of yours."

He's smiling, it's a good sign. Body is relaxed, even breathing, he's visually happy.

All very good signs.

"Yeah, I think I'd like that," He agrees, waving up to his friends before taking the seat beside me. "So, are you always so cool when you come to hockey games?"

Bella laughs once more, and I really am regretting bringing her along.

"Am I usually yelling and dancing? Yes," I answer, turning my eyes away from where they had landed on the ice, and on to him. "Am I usually so smoothly flirty? No. I'm currently riddled with anxiety and purely coasting off of that to get me through this conversation."

He laughs, really loud and brightly, which does well to smooth some of my worries at my honesty.

"Well, you're doing great. Think you can handle another two periods of this?"

He's sweet. And I can't help but smile.

This boys is so much more than a hockey player.

"I think I'll be more than okay."

#the writing of spencer rose #original character #nhl fanfiction #jack hughes x oc #jack hughes fanfiction #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x criminology oc #partner in crime #criminology

[thewallsaretalking-again]

“HAHAHA! look at his audial finals! Theyre taller than his fraggin' head!"

“Forget the finals length, look at his legs! He’s got SKYSCRAPERS for stabilizing servos!”

The young bots continued to hurl childish insults at Orion, who could do nothing but sit and watch as the loud voices of his peers rang through the hallway, bringing even more attention to the spat. The students had begun to gather around, some of them starting to snicker at the faces Orion made.

It was one of the few days where Orion was outside of the achives; a school day. It was the end of his second week at [REDACTED]. Like many new sparklings, Orion was having a bit of a hard time adjusting to his new environment and schedule: But he had a very different cause for it. Orion was, in human terms, around seven or eight, but he was only now being put into school for the first time. He knew practically nothing compared to other other bitlets his age. This, Again, was common for many sparklings, especially those of the lower castes; But this again brings up many other problems. Orion had spent half of his life tucked away from civilization in the cybertronian wilds, where food was scarce and life was scarcer. Being taken into Iacon city so suddenly had jolted his senses to an overwhelming point, and randomly being taught to talk and how and have manners was almost a breaking point for the young mech.

Now, Orion was facing a new and very real threat; socialization. Alpha Trion had hoped seeing bots his age would relax Orion some; possibly make his feel more at ease; but the opposite had happened. And, unfortunately. this as just the first of many, MANY rough encounters that Orion would have

“Haha…ew, EW! Look at his denta! They’re so sharp! What’s wrong with him?"

"Sweet Solus Prime! His servos are so sharp! Those things could rip a scraplet apart!”

“EEK! He’s looking at me! Get those creepy eyes off me you freak!”

Orion backed up even further as the crowd got closer and closer to him. Hearing himself clang into the corner of the hallway, Orion reached around the wall for something to grab onto. When he found nothing, he clutched his clawed servos to his chest and tried to make himself as small as possible, letting out an animalistic whimper.

The crowd roared with laughter at the strange sound he made, and only continuer to point out the things that were "wrong" with him: His long arms, his thin stature, his lack of armor; on and on the bitlets went, no sympathy running though their systems.

Just as Orion felt the farmiliar prick of tears in his optics, the bell rang, telling the botlings that they could now leave for the day. As the other botlings ran out the door, Orion blinked and lubricant steamed down his face. He stood there thinking of everything his peers had said about him, feeling something twist inside him as he gingerly grabbed his denta. Alpha Trion has always told him that wrongs could be righted… could he right this? This… none of this made sense…

“Hey! Get out of here you little rust stain! Schools out!”

Orion jumped at the obnoxious sound of his teachers voice. He scurried out of the hallway, head spinning, his metaphorical tail between his legs.

(BONUS)

Alpha trions heels clicked as he walked through the hall of records, looking for Orion. He noticed that Orion had been running off with increasing frequency since he bagan school half a cycle ago. Alpha Trion had begun to grow worried; Orion only talked about the things he learned at school and not about his peers or teachers. Not to mention, when he talked about the things that he learned he sounded… somewhat passionless about it. He always came home looking tired and defeated, and Alpha Trion was becoming more and more worried.

He quickly stopped and adjusted his audio receptors. Listening as well as he could, he faintly heard a sound resembling sudden puffs of air. Following the sound, it led him to an old storage room in the back of the archives. Everything back here was dark and musty, probably rusty and broken too, he thought to himself as he stared at an old toolbox left lying open in the middle of the hallway. Hearing the sound he was following again, he listened closely. It sounded almost like… Alpha Trion immediately perked up, running to a storage room a few rooms down and swiftly opening the door.

Alpha Trions spark sank as he stared at the scene before him. Orion was sitting in front of a dusty, broken mirror with a pair of rusty pliers in his servo; they were clamped onto one of his sharpest teeth, and were being tugged at viciously. Poor Orion was sobbing uncontrollably as he continued to make himself bleed. Alpha Trion rushed over, putting his servo over Orions, making him stop in his tracks. Orion glanced at him with a face full of sadness. Nothing was said as Orion dropped the rusty pliers and fell into Alpha Trions open arms. Alpha Trion sighed; he had a sneaking suspicion as to why Orion was so vague about his life outside of the Archives… And he had a horrible feeling about it…

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Heheh terrible oneshot(s) go brrrr

No but seriously I had this idea late yesterday and I wanted to post it today but I ended up having stuff to do so I posted it tonight instead. This is less of feral Orion, but more post-feral Orion and the some of the struggles he faces in his everyday life (As well as giving some hints as to why Optimus ended up the way he is now). This ended up being a bit more serious than I intended it to be in all actuality, but you can’t really tell why from this part of the story alone. I’ll probably post that tommorow.

Also just for the record this thing was written on the fly, wasnt proof read, or just generally didn’t get any of that nice professional stuff, so that’s probably why is 1. Sucks 2. Has some gramatical or punctuation errors.

#ah yes my favorite hobby: traumatizing children #fiction children not real ones #just making that clear don’t call the police #oh look It’s just one more horrible thing I’ve done to tfp Optimus wow #poor baby #he needs a break #and a nap #and a hug probably #but he’ll get that later… #tfp #transformers #transformers prime #transformers exodus #tfp orion pax #tfp optimus prime #tfp optimus #feral orion pax #feral optimus friday #art #my art #oneshot #shitty story #optimus prime #kids SUCK MAN #THEYRE SO MEAN

[oksurethisismyname]

Hiiiii as a queer person living in the Bible Belt of the USA, I’m envisioning a “Christian trauma AU / general theology AU” because you know my main focus is always Sanji. This assumed that we’re in the USA, modern era, and I guess maybe a college or post grad AU for how they meet each other? This is a lonnnnnnnng text post so scroll at your own risk. To keep it from being toooo long I’m also sticking to east blue crew.

Hear me out:

There are a million different sects of Christianity so we’ve got a ton of angles to use.

Garp is catholic (but think FRENCH laïcité instead of American Amy Coney Barret Supreme Court justice weird catholic cult), Dragon straight up rebels against the strict structure and goes about his atheist ways. Neither of them really raise Luffy anyway so 💁🏻

Luffy ends up being agnostic. It’s not that he doesn’t believe in a higher power but he knows he needs to take action and that he can’t rely on a higher power to fix the problems of the world. Very Albert Camus, revolting against the absurd and holding himself to a higher responsibility in life

Zoro comes from a Shinto or Buddhist background. He’s not judging anyone’s religious beliefs unless they’re harming others.

Nami has religious trauma from the Baptist church that set up in her town and made it impossible to be herself. Belle Mere is so clearly queer and she’s harassed and dies at the hands of some zealous bigots who were emboldened by the words of the local Baptist church pastor (Arlong)

Ussop comes from a chill Protestant background (maybe Presbyterian?) But he’s more of a CEO (Christmas Easter Only) in terms of actually attending any sort of church. Honestly, with his dad out of the picture and his mom dying, he just had bigger things on his mind like living every day.

Finally, Sanji. Oh boy, Sanji has major “Quiverfull movement Christian” trauma from Judge. For those who don’t know, quiverfull is a Christian extremist movement where the idea is to have as many kids as possible and adhere to very strict purity rules and gender roles. Contraception isn’t allowed. Women wear long skirts and non fitted shirts to hide their womanly form (ew), and most of the time these parents homeschool there kids to avoid the “temptation” or “impurity” of modern society.

Judge had these 5 kids who he’s raised in this faith but Sanji never liked how Judge treated his mom. Why was Sora supposed to be “seen and not heard?” Why was it ok for his brothers to use scripture to bully and hurt and spread hate? Why would a loving god create women just to subjugate them? Judge wouldn’t like this, and once Sora passes away (probably because Judge wouldn’t let her seek medical care post birth of the quadruplets, so her health deteriorated for years), Judge locks him up and makes him do all sorts of horrible “prayer” and “repentance” practices, which are really just abuse.

Sanji would maybe escape when they go into town to get something mundane like a printer or a new wifi router (which only judge is allowed to use the internet). He’d probably bolt first chance he gets and when he meets Zeff, Zeff can recognize the signals of abuse. He takes Sanji in and even though Sanji never believed women were less than men, he still has years of trauma and gender roles beaten into him that he has to unpack.

His choice to cook? That’s a huge rebellion. Wearing tight fitting suits that look sinful? That’s a middle finger to his dad. He always treats women like goddesses because he feels so much guilt for the sins of his father. When he finally joins the Strawhats, he’s so overwhelmed with how free and nonjudgmental they are (of important stuff, obviously they’ll still poke fun at small stuff) that he feels comfortable dropping little comments here and there, opening up.

Ussop will be comforting Nami about something and sanji will tell him is so refreshing to see a man be so nurturing. He goes to Ussop often, asking how he’s so confident sharing his emotions.

Nami will be ordering them around and he’ll do everything she says with a smile, just happy to see her free to do what she wants (which is be a bossy bitch)

Zoro will talk about Kuina one night and Sanji will sob, overwhelmed with joy that she got to have all that strength and a friend like zoro even when faced with hurtful gender expectations.

Luffy above all is the most jarring for him. He grew up hearing about sin and sinners and temptation and evil but when he sees Luffy doing his thing, taking down bad people, fighting for the underdog, he knows that if there is a God (he she it they? Who cares), Luffy is doing their work.

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Bonus Gay Cherry on top is that Sanji meets Iva and gets into drag, starts performing, does some events, and through that gender liberation is able to find some peace in who he is, tucking away all the hate he was born into. And he ends up with zoro the end bye

#too long don’t read #one piece christian trauma au??? #east blue crew au text post #black leg sanji #monkey d luffy #east blue crew #one piece #text post #cat burglar nami #god usopp #sanji #roronoa zoro

[iqueenlost]

Part 2/5 of my Andreil fake dating au

Check Part 1

@dreamerthinker @folklt @lalalaets @julesghouls98 @tesadoraofphaedra @objectifymecaptain @holyshitthatsilegal @ourshadowstars @bumpingbees @madrasiiuvu

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Neil didn't know where he was in the head when he told Andrew it was a good idea to pretend to date, obviously he wasn't thinking straight. Hah, got it? Thinking straight. Okay he had to stop, he really wasn’t funny.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. In the split second after Andrew uttered the words ‘Neil’s my boyfriend’ Neil came to a realization. So what did he do? Rolled with it all the while thinking this was his golden chance to make it true. After years of pinning he was determined to pursue Andrew, it was even the New Year’s Resolution he made in the beginning of the year. It was now or never, and he much preferred it would be now.

But one week had passed and nothing had changed. Even though he and Andrew lived together he barely saw him that week. He would've thought Andrew was avoiding him if he didn’t know how busy Andrew was lately. He sighed and took another page from the pile of assignments that needed to be graded.

Another poor choice he made in his life. Him, a teacher in high school. Just what the hell was he thinking when he thought it would be a good job for him. He was pinning that on Wymack, if he had been a terrible role model for poor angsty teenage Neil, Neil would never have thought being able to inspire some kids was a pretty good job. Now at 26 he was being underpaid and surrounded by rude, angsty kids. He almost felt bad for Wymack that had to deal with him back then. He sighed again, getting yet another assignment from the pile.

“Alright, what is the problem?” A voice asked brusquely from the back of the classroom.

Neil looked up to a small teenage boy from his freshman class sitting on the second to last chair in the roll directly in front of his desk. He was leaning back on the chair with one of his legs tossed over the table and a phone with a bright neon green phone case in his hand. “What?” he said, blinking slowly before snapping out of it. “Get your leg off the table and sit properly, Ajax.”

Ajax rolled his eyes but did as Neil said. “You sighed a million times already, and you didn't even notice when I entered and sat here. It’s so unlike you.”

“What are you doing here anyway?”

“My brother’s late again. He was supposed to pick me up after track practice but–” he shrugged, his voice going quieter at the end. “I didn't want to wait in the front gate and you said I could wait here last time.”

Last time had been a debacle. Ajax was a great kid ―if not too smart for his own good sometimes― but some of the other kids didn't seem to like him very much. Neil was no stranger to bullying, having suffered his fair share in his school days. If it hadn't been for Andrew he was sure it would have been even worse when he and his uncle moved to Palmetto. The kids that messed with Ajax did so seemingly for no reason at all, they just enjoyed being mean to him. Neil had offered to do something about it but Ajax said he was going to deal with it alone and as it hadn't escalated to something worse than some petty pranks and missing books he was going to leave it alone and respect Ajax wishes for now.

“You can stay in the class as long as you want, Ajax.”

Ajax shrugged again. “Why are you sighing so much anyway?”

Neil sighed again and Ajax snickered with a raised eyebrow, Neil joined in laughing too. “I'm not sure what I'm sighing about.”

“Bulshit! It's a love problem, I'm sure.”

“And why’s that, experience?” Amused Neil.

“No, ew.” His nose wrinkled in the same way Neil’s used to when he was Ajax’s age. At that time he really thought he’d never know what romantic love or sexual attraction was all about. “My brother sighs a lot because the guy he likes doesn't like him back.”

“Should you be telling me that?” Neil asked getting up from his chair and crossing the room to stop and take the chair in front of Ajax’s table.

“Meh, probably not.” He shrugged yet again. “It’s not like he would know I said that anyway, he’s never home anymore.”

“He got a new job, right?” Neil probed gently.

“Yep, big pay and everything.”

“But that means he’s gone a lot, right?”

“You don't need to act like you care, Mr. Josten.”

“I do care, Ajax. When I was your age I went to live with my Uncle. His lifestyle was very different from my mother’s and he worked full time. It was really hard and I spent most of my time home alone.”

Although their situation was different he could relate to Ajax at some level. His uncle had taken him in after his father's imprisonment and his mother had taken off to God’s know where, but it was true that Uncle Stuart knew nothing about caring for a traumatized teen, just like Ajax’s brother didn't seem to understand what Ajax really wanted.

Ajax sighed and looked down at his hands. “I guess I just thought that living with him would be different. My father and Tara cared only about Eli and didn't care about me. When Jason fought for custody after the incident I thought someone would finally put me first, but he just cares about his stupid job and his stupid crush and his even stupider car.

The ‘incident’ was when Ajax's father and stepmom forgot him in the rented cabin where they stayed for the winter vacation last year, full-on Home Alone. Ajax spent six hours alone in the middle of nowhere, stranded in a mountain cabin in Colorado until his older brother went to pick him up. Neil’s blood boiled just thinking about it, how could someone forget their thirteen years old kid and let them behind when going home. Neil prayed that he would never understand the mind of neglectful parents. They say once you understand it’s because you became one of them.

“Speaking from someone with a little experience in being an afterthought, your brother cares a lot about you. It’s just that providing for two is a lot harder than just one. I know right now you don't want to hear it, but it does get better and it would be a lot faster if you talked to him about your concerns.”

It worked for Neil and Uncle Stuart at least.

“I think I prefer when you’re spitting half insults at us.” He grumbled, crossing his arm defensively.

Neil laughed at that. “Alright, if that’s what you want from me I’m more than happy to provide.”

Ajax opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the chime of a notification. Ajax looked down at his phone and frowned. “My brother’s here. I should get going.”

“I’ll walk with you.” Neil said as he walked back to his desk to collect the ungraded assignments there so he could finish grading them at home.

They walked side to side to the front gate while they talked about Ajax track practice and his new record time, only stopping when Neil needed to unlock his bicycle. When they reached the front gates Ajax's brother wasn’t the only one waiting there. Just behind the red classic car ―the type that Neil could never dream of recognizing the model― was a black Range Rover and its blonde driver looking as bored and beautiful as ever behind the steering wheels.

Neil stopped walking to admire the way the sun shone on Andrew, making his hair almost white and his hazel eyes spark. He wore his glasses today, the ones that had slightly oval lenses and thin black frames. It usually meant he was tired or had a headache when he used his glasses.

Andrew's head moved suddenly and turned in Neil’s direction as if feeling Neil’s gaze on him. He gestured with his head indicating that Neil should hurry up and get in the car.

“Not a boy problem, huh?” Ajax snorted when he noticed Neil looking at Andrew. He shook his head going past Neil to go to his brother's car. “See you tomorrow, Mr. Josten.”

Neil nodded at Ajax's brother and walked over the black Range Rover. It was Neil’s ―a present from his uncle two years ago― but he usually rode a bicycle to school. Sometime when Andrew knew he would have time to pick Neil up he drove the Range Rover to work.

When Neil came close to the passenger side Andrew rolled down the passenger side window and looked at Neil over the top of his prescription glasses as if they were sunglasses. “Get in loser, we’re going shopping.” he said, his deep voice flat as always but Neil could tell he seemed a lot happier than the last time Neil saw him, the night before.

“We are going shopping.” Neil repeated, not quite asking.

Andrew rolled his eyes before unlocking the doors. “Of course you don't get it. Just get in.”

Neil rolled his eyes right back at Andrew. He put his bicycle on the bike rack strapped to the back of the car before hopping in the passenger seat and fastening his seatbelt. “You seem in a better mood today.” He commented when he was settled. Although he could still see the bags under Andrew’s eyes the somber look that had been permanent on his face the last few week had lessened a lot,

Andrew ‘fake-scowled’ at him. “Submitted the last of the paperwork on Georgie’s case.”

“Oh,” Neil hesitated before continuing. “I hope everything went well?”

Andrew avoided talking about his work most times preferring to leave the things he saw as the assistant DA in the office. Besides it wasn't always that Andrew was in charge of rape cases, especially child rape, as it tended to be triggering for him. He usually worked in murder cases or drug traffic, where he excelled tremendously.

“Georgie said he was just happy it had ended.” he said, a frown forming between his eyebrows. “14 years,” he said. “It should be lifetime.”

“You did the best you could, Andrew.”

“Change the subject.” Andrew grunted lowly, his knuckles turning white around the steering wheel.

“Ajax’s brother was late today, he waited for him in the classroom with me. Apparently his brother likes a guy that doesn’t like him back.” Neil said before going on to tell Andrew everything that happened that day since he left home. His stop at the cat cafe close to their apartament, the test he applied to his junior class, the poorly disguised attempt of flirting between Mr. Haynes and Ms. Jones, the science and english teachers, at lunch time.

Twenty minutes later when Andrew steered the car into the garage of their building he was still talking non-stop and in desperate need of a glass of water. This was just how they worked; he talked and talked when all Andrew needed was to take his mind off things and listen to his nonsense.

When the car stopped Neil looked around confused. “I thought we were going shopping.”

Andrew didn’t respond and just got out of the car with Neil following. Just as Neil was closing the door his phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out looking at the screen to see Allison’s name on it. He gestured to Andrew to keep going in the elevator’s direction as he picked up the call.

“Neil Abram Josten, I thought I was your best friend.” She screamed so loud from the other side that Neil had to distance the phone from his ear.

“Debatable as you’re trying to make me deaf.”

“Nicky called.” She said as if it would make it obvious what this was about. When Neil didn’t say anything she repeated slowly. “Nicky called.”

“So?”

She signed. “He said quote unquote 'did Neil tell you the news’.” She squeaked in a high-pitched voice that in nothing resembled Nicky’s voice. “And of course I pretended you did, because, once again, of course. And what a surprise when he spilled the tea, the great news was that you are dating the Monster.”

Neil frowned at his phone. “Don't call him that.”

“He doesn't care,” she said dismissively.

“But I do.”

He really hated when his friends called Andrew that. They called Andrew monster even before Neil had moved here for his freshman year. He wasn't sure exactly how it began as neither Andrew nor the others had ever told him but Andrew was not a monster. Neil knew a thing or two about real monsters and Andrew couldn't be further away from it. He was beautiful in more ways that Neil could describe. His sharp mind, his hazel eyes, the way he understood Neil like no one else could.

Neil discreetly looked at Andrew, he was leaning against the wall of the elevator with his eyes closed. These last few weeks had drained him, the last time Neil saw him this tired was when he was studying to pass the bar exam. His hair was a mess like someone had just run their fingers, his lips although chapped were bright red ―Andrew had the habit of pressing his lips together all the time he was concentration on something or just thinking really, it made blood rush there and color it―, he also had red spots on his cheeks, probably from the sun. Actually he looked freshly kissed. Neil let himself imagine what it would feel like to be the one to make Andrew look like that for a moment. It was rare that Neil even had the urge to think about something remotely close to kissing or sex related but when it included Andrew in the picture it was enough to make all the gears on Neil’s mind and body move.

“Neil.” Allison's voice came again. “Are you still there?”

“Uh-huh,” he cleared his throat. “What was it again?”

“I'm asking you if it’s true? Scratch that, I’m seeing it for myself. Renee and I are coming for dinner.”

“Why don't you go ahead and invite Dan and Matt as well.” He grumbled.

“You can bet your ass I'm gonna,” she hissed. “I can't believe you didn't tell me yourself, it’s been one week.

In his defense Neil had intended to tell them. It’s just that he’d intended to only after he had some clue if he could make Andrew fall for him, which he hadn’t been able to determine as he could count on one hand the number of times he had time to just sit and talk to Andrew that week.

“Okay,” he conceded with a sigh, he really was doing it a lot lately. “You can come over tomorrow.”

“Today,” she demanded.

“Tomorrow or never, it’s your choice,” he insisted. “Andrew just closed a case and we’re going to have a chill night.” Neil looked at Andrew again to find him with one of his eyes open, looking back at him.

“Is this what they’re calling it now?”

“Shut up.” he hissed, feeling heat flood his face and neck as he hung up the call.

Thankfully the elevator stopped on their floor and he didn't have to be in a small enclosed space with Andrew after Allison put those ideas in his head. Totally her fault, he would never think of it by himself.

“So…” he started after Andrew unlocked their door and set the keys on the vintage console table Renee had gifted them when they moved in. “Allison, Renee, Matt and Dan are coming for dinner tomorrow.”

“At least it's Saturday tomorrow,” was Andrew's reply. “And you’re cooking for them.”

“No problem.” He drew his lower lips between his teeth and Andrew's eyes moved to them to track the movement. “I’m making creamy shrimp pasta and garlic bread.”

He smiled when Andrew hummed in agreement, that was Andrew's favorite since he made it for him when they were in college.

“Stop smiling, smug is not a good look on you.” Andrew said as he dropped on the couch and took his phone from his back pocket. “We’re ordering pizza unless you want to cook today too.”

“No, thanks.”

“Pizza it is then. Meat lover’s I assume.”

“You know me so well, babe.” he smiled at the way Andrew's ear turned pink and he glared at Neil. It was fun to tease him, besides those small details gave Neil hope, it made him think that he could make Andrew see him as more than just a friend after all.

He placed his backpack on the coffee table and sat on the other side of the couch putting one leg up while the other dangled off the side of the couch, foot touching the floor.

After Andrew ordered the pizza he tossed his phone aside and burrowed himself in the cushions, his neck bending back over the backrest, it didn't look like a comfortable position.

“Not going to shower?” Neil asked using his foot to poke at Andrew’s tight. He liked Andrew’s work clothes ―usually black dress shirts and black slacks that hugged his body emphasizing his broad shoulders and muscled thighs― and wouldn't pass up on the opportunity to appreciate it, but it was rare that Andrew didn’t go straight to shower after getting home. It was a whole ritual for him, like he used the time to wash off all his work stuff from his mind and finally be able to relax.

“Humm.” he mumbled softly, his eyes closed again. “I need five minutes.”

Neil sat next to him in silence for a few seconds but being quiet was never one of his strengths. When his right foot started to tap against the wooden floor and the disquieting feeling in his stomach began to grow he looked at the backpack he had discarded on the coffee table and considered finishing the papers he had to grade. Forget it, he could do it later. He looked at Andrew and observed him for a moment before blurting out. “Do you want a massage?”

Andrew's eyes flew open instantly, cheeks turning an alarming shade of red. “What?”

Neil felt a lot more confident that he could charm Andrew into dating him for real at his reaction, even though he also felt a little awkward. He shoved the awkwardness to the back of his mind and attempted a flirty smirk, resting his elbows on the backrest of the couch and his head on his hand. “I thought I’d offer, you know, as your boyfriend.

“You can keep your paws to yourself.” Andrew grunted in a rough voice.

Neil simply meowed in response, laughing uncontrollably when Andrew got up from his spot on the other side of the couch with a disgusted expression so different from his usual expressionless resting face. Teasing him was so much fun.

“I’m going to shower before I catch some of your ridiculousness.” He scowled. “You’re a menace.”

Neil bent over with his arms around his middle wheezing from laughter, one tear slowly tracking down one side of his face from how hard he was laughing. He couldn’t stop. Andrew rolled his eyes and walked off in the direction of his room. Before he disappeared into the corridor Neil yelled at him “Wait, can I join in, darling?”

Andrew didn't even look at him as he kept walking, only raising his middle finger above his shoulder in response.

Neil had made up his mind, he had until dinner with their friends the next day to woo Andrew and become his real boyfriend and the first step was to take Andrew on a date tomorrow. He just had to spin a story convincing enough to make Andrew agree.

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– This is the first time I post something I wrote and I so happy that there someone out there that wants to read it. Let me know what you all think 😊

– I really wanted to write the dynamic of teacher!neil

– Next part is their date and I made this a oblivious!Andrew Au after reading so many fics where Neil's the oblivious one, so expect Neil trying really hard to get the message across and flirt with Andrew while Andrew thinks Neil is just acting weird

Check Part 3

#andreil #aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #fake dating au #neil josten #allison reynolds #mutual pining

[blue-jisungs]

Dino is bias wrecking me so bad I can’t abxhxbd

I’m glad you’re writing for svt too since there aren’t a lot of people who write abt them 😩 I was thinking about something like 69 74 aaand 75?? Maybe

And 22 37 and maybe 40?

They are so random I’m not even sure you can write anything based on that XD

"with you i’m always comfortable"

a/n. i got a bunch of asks with prompt 37 before so i decided to take a different turn on it (like not midnight talks in bed but just in general lmao) but i hope you enjoy it! :D

you opened the door from the training room and saw your boyfriend practicing, eyes fixated on the mirror. you closed the door and started walking towards him, sticking to the wall.

you watched him in silence, only the sound of squeaking shoes against the floor and music in the background filling the room. you didn’t want to get him out of his dancing hypnosis.

you didn’t even realise when he was finished, only when dino’s loud laugh made you snap back to reality.

"what are you doing here? it’s like, midnight" he hummed and chan pushed his hair back "do you not have better things to be doing? like sleeping for example?"

"oh shut up. i just wanted to see you. besides, it’s hard to sleep without you next to me or whatever" you grinned and stood up "so i came to look for you"

chan grinned and came up to you, tilting his head.

"ew, you’re sweaty" you teased him and cupped his cheeks, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"ew, you’re kissing a sweaty guy" he came back at you when he leaned away.

"how much longer you wanna be here?" you hummed and caressed his cheeks.

"just a while. i think like i need to just perfect one or two moves. then we’ll go home" he nodded, so did you.

he returned to his spot, turning on the music. you sat down, leaning against the wall. you didn’t notice, too stunned by his dancing skills but he was glancing at you from time to time. you cheered for him and his laughter echoed through the room from time to time.

just when chan noticed when you started to get a bit drowsy, you heard the door click. it made stir a bit and you locked eyes with chan.

"what was that?" you asked, rubbing your eye. chan run up to the door and pulled the knob.

but the door wouldn’t even bulge.

you and dino looked at each other and he was terrified. not for long, because you started laughing.

"did we just got locked up?" you laughed, stretching your arms above your head.

"yeah" chan mumbled, placing a hand on his chest "i’m actually… scared. what if they turn on the alarm and we’ll cause problems?"

you shook your head and he came up to you, sitting down.

"my heart is beating so fast right now" he laughed and you leaned closer to feel it.

"calm down or you’ll get a stroke or something" you scoffed, feeling his heart thump against his chest. it was probably still the rush of adrenaline after long training and now the emotions.

dino placed one hand on top of yours and poked your cheek with another one.

"y/n. you’re stuck here because of me" chan pouted. you shrugged.

"so what? i’d rather be stuck here with you than sleep alone" you grinned and poked his cheek back "but i do have to sleep with you on a floor. and you’re stinky"

he scoffed, knowing well you’re joking. but he felt bad.

"here, lay on my lap. do you want a hoodie?" he asked, putting a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

"i’m fine. will you be comfortable?" you asked and he nodded, so you rested your head on his lap.

"with you i’m always comfortable" chan hummed and started playing with your hair "should i text someone that we’re here?" his voice was barely audible. chan frowned upon no response from you but when he noticed you’re already asleep, he just smiled softly.

(in the morning you were greeted by 12 voices coping about how cute you are and threats with posting the pics on weverse…)

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[overmorrowpine]

Peril of the SkyWings and personality disorders (she has them)

not all of them; that's a LOT of disorders, and i'd be severely impressed if i met someone with all of them, lol. but zooming in to cluster b (as i don't feel the others fit her, but feel free to present your own evidence in the notes), i felt like both aspd and bpd fit her.

(i myself have npd, so like i promise this isn't gonna be used to demonize her)

first, let's look at aspd. the criteria are as follows:

1. failure to conform to social norms with respect to lawful behaviors as indicated by repeatedly performing acts that are grounds for arrest 2. deceitfulness, as indicated by repeated lying, use of aliases, or conning others for personal profit or pleasure 3. impulsivity or failure to plan ahead 4. irritability and aggressiveness, as indicated by repeated physical fights or assaults 5. reckless disregard for safety of self or others 6. consistent irresponsibility, as indicated by repeated failure to sustain consistent work behavior or honor financial obligations 7. lack of remorse, as indicated by being indifferent to or rationalizing having hurt, mistreated, or stolen from another. B. The individual is at least age 18 years. C. There is evidence of conduct disorder with onset before age 15 years. D. The occurrence of antisocial behavior is not exclusively during the course of schizophrenia or a manic episode.

one requires three of the one through seven list, and Peril fits 3, 4, and 7. she also might fit 1, but as the wings of fire world doesn't have strict laws, it's hard to tell. with 4, she cannot get in physical fights without severely hurting or killing her opponent, but she constantly thinks about it and has to talk herself out of it. 5 might also fit, but it's hard to hurt her, and she tries very hard not to hurt others now that she's out from under Queen Scarlet's claws.

age is weird for these guys, but i'd put her at a year older than Clay (who is like, 7 or 8 now, right?) so she is an adult by dragon standards, albeit a young adult, and these symptoms have persisted since she was very young. she also, as far as i believe, does not have schizophrenia or manic episodes, so criteron D goes out the window.

so! judging by those criteria, she has aspd. but there's more to the lived experience than that, so basing it off of what i've seen pwASPD say when they talk about their experience, let's look at what goes on inside of her head.

she consistently has to talk herself out of setting other dragons on fire, as for the vast majority of her life that has been the entire reason for her existence (quite literally; she would've been killed if Scarlet didn't want a fun new toy (ew).) she also bases her morals on what Clay would want her to do, and how he would react to her hurting someone. she also has a hard time with empathy (i would say she has none. same, Peril, same) and struggles with knowing what to say in a situation, as well as being ruthlessly practical to the point of being read as completely uncaring & still a monster (that last one is from my own experiences w aspd traits, but i feel like it fits). also, Starflight made an offhanded comment about her being a sociopath, and while that is Not Cool on his part, it does point towards her having aspd even more.

now! bpd time. the symptoms are as follows:

1. Fear of abandonment

2. Unstable or changing relationships

3. Unstable self-image; struggles with identity or sense of self

4. Impulsive or self-damaging behaviors (e.g., excessive spending, unsafe sex, substance abuse, reckless driving, binge eating).

5. Suicidal behavior or self-injury

6. Varied or random mood swings

7. Constant feelings of worthlessness or sadness

8. Problems with anger, including frequent loss of temper or physical fights

9. Stress-related paranoia or loss of contact with reality

one requires five of these in order to fit the criteria, and in my eyes, she has them. she has 1 (constantly worried Clay will no longer like her due to her actions)

3 (if i remember correctly she outright thinks "who am i when i'm not killing other dragons?" as well as struggling for the whole of her book and probably both before it and after it with being Scarlet's creature, and who she is now that she's free of her)

4 (she betrays Scarlet in Clay's book despite knowing that Scarlet will not like it, and in her own book you consistently see her making big decisions without thinking them through all the way. see: her leaving Jade Mountain to go after Scarlet, burning Darkstalker's scroll, falling back in with her dad and Scarlet (part of that is the enchantment, and part of it is the childhood trauma, but i feel like it fits here).

7 (she bases her worth on her usefulness; first to Scarlet, then to Clay, and follows what they want to the detriment of herself)

8 (she's a very angry dragon. she gets irritated and annoyed very easily, and struggles not to hurt anyone due to that anger. you see her at the beginning of her book yelling inside her head about how she shouldn't HAVE to stay out of Ruby's way, and how OTHER DRAGONS should be more careful around her, and how if anyone hurts Clay she can't even THINK about it otherwise the cave will fill with rage smoke.)

she also has some of that black and white thinking in regards to most dragons; Clay is literally whom she bases her morals on, and if you aren't friends with Clay you're his enemy and she hates you.

she also has issues with jealousy; she's terrified that she won't be loved, and as a consequence Strongly Dislikes his friends due to fear they will convince him to no longer be her friend.

on top of that, Peril has very strong feelings; she either LOVES you or HATES you and there is rarely any in-between; the only notable exceptions are the rest of Jade Winglet, and Scarlet. we also see her have strong emotions; Clay will do something kind for her and she will, and I quote, "feel her entire soul turn into a fireball".

now, i don't live with either of these disorders, so feel free to add on things you think i missed, correct me on things i got wrong, or anything else.

but in conclusion: Peril has aspd & bpd, she would benefit strongly from a dragon therapist, and she is doing her fuckin best. also i love her.

#peril wof #wings of fire #escaping peril wof #sundrops

[seanfalco]

NATHAN YOUNG + SEX POLLEN.

† word count: 2.4k † tags/warnings: nathan x f!reader, jealousy, sex pollen, rough sex † a/n: ofc leave it to me to turn a trope like sex pollen into something fluffy;;

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“Does anyone else feel… weird?” Nathan asked out of the blue, breaking the silence while the six of you worked, painting over the new batch of graffiti that had appeared on the Community Centre wall overnight.

“What do you mean, weird?” Simon asked, frowning as he looked over at Nathan.

“Like… hornier than usual.”

With a soft snort, you rolled your eyes and Nathan’s head whipped toward the sound.  

“I thought you were always horny,” Alisha snickered.

“No, c’mon, I’m serious!” he cried, his voice cracking slightly.  “I’ve had a boner since last night!”

“Ew!” Alisha squealed as Nathan gestured to his crotch, calling attention to the rather noticeable outline of his cock through the orange fabric of his jumpsuit.

“Sounds like a you problem,” you muttered, dipping your brush back into the paint can at your feet.

“Go have a wank or somethin’,” Kelly suggested with a shrug.

“Don’t y’think I haven’t tried that already?” Nathan hissed.  “Every time I knock one out, it just comes back.  I’ve practically flogged myself raw with how many times I’ve tried.”

“Maybe you should get that looked at,” Curtis said, wincing, unconsciously reaching for his own crotch at the thought.  “It could be serious…”

“Yeah, like if y’take a viagra and then have an erection for too long, your dick could explode,” Alisha exclaimed, clearly amused with the whole situation.

“WHAT?” Nathan cried in alarm and you couldn’t help but snort a laugh, quickly pressing your lips together to stifle the noise.

“That won’t happen… probably.  She’s just pullin’ your leg,” Kelly said, shaking her head ruefully.

“When did it start?  The… erections?” Simon suddenly asked, as usual, trying to get to the bottom of the mystery.

“Last night,” Nathan answered quickly.  “It was after I pissed off this bird at th’pub,” he explained.  

“Wow, what a coincidence,” you gasped in mock surprise.  “Y’seem to have that effect on women.  Glad t’know it’s not just me.”

“Hey, I said I was sorry, alright!”

“Yeah, and you were laughin’ as you said it!” you snapped back, still hurt that he would betray your trust like he had and not even seem the least bit remorseful about it.

“What exactly happened last night?” Simon asked, redirecting the subject.

Nathan sighed, scrunching up his face as he tried to remember the details.  “I was at the bar, havin’ a drink—or three—and this bird in th’corner booth bought me a drink, so I went over t’thank her, thinkin’ maybe afterwards I could convince her t’come home with me—”

“To the Community Centre?” Alisha interrupted, laughter in her tone.

“Yes, to th’Community Centre.  Where I live,” Nathan replied dryly, shooting her a flat look before continuing with his story.  “So anyway, when I finally get a good look at th’girl, I change my mind.  I mean, I’m not picky, but there was no way I could put my cock in that!” he exclaimed in disgust, making a face just thinking about it.

“Like there are women that you can shag and just turn ‘em around and hit it from th’back so y’don’t have t’look at ‘em, but this one—” he shivered, shaking his head— “I wouldn’t shag her even if she had a bag over her head.”

“And did yeh tell her that?” Kelly asked, already guessing the answer.

“Well, not exactly,” Nathan answered, carefully avoiding your eyes.  “But I think she got th’jist of it when she tried t’kiss me and I ran away screaming.”

“Nathan,” Kelly groaned, aiming a swat at his head that he barely dodged.

“Real smooth,” you muttered.

“She probably had some sort of power and used it on you.  Thinking maybe if you were… aroused enough that you’d sleep with her,” Simon reasoned, making Nathan grimace.

“Yeah, y’think?”

“Well, maybe it’ll just… go away?” Simon said, though he sounded doubtful.

“Oh yeah, real fuckin’ likely!” Nathan spat, throwing his hands up.  “It’s only gettin’ worse!” he cried, cradling his balls.

“Maybe y’just need to shag someone,” Alisha suggested, smacking her gum and blowing a large bubble.

“Maybe you have t’shag the girl from the bar,” Curtis added, his lips twitching in amusement before he went back to work.

“I’d rather die!” Nathan cried dramatically before he looked between you, Kelly, and Alisha, his eyebrows raising.  “So, which one of you lovely ladies wants t’help a fella out?”

“As if,” Alisha scoffed as Kelly shook her head, her long ponytail swinging behind her. 

“No way, sorry mate.”

“y/n?” he asked hopefully, turning his big green puppy dog eyes at you.

Drawing your bottom lip between your teeth, you deliberated.  Despite your (rightful) anger, you did still have feelings for the obnoxious wanker, and you hated to see him in pain, even if he’d brought it on himself.

“Alright,” you finally answered and the others all turned to look at you incredulously while Nathan’s face, on the other hand, lit up.

“But!” you exclaimed, cutting him off as he opened his mouth to argue.  “After you apologize—”

“I did!”

“ —and admit you’re an ass,” you finished, waiting for him to make his choice.

Conflicted, Nathan closed and opened his mouth several times, his finger raising as if ready to point at you before his entire face scrunched up stubbornly and his shoulders tensed.  “No deal!” he exclaimed.  “Besides, there are loads of women out there who’re just dyin’ to have sex with me.  I don’t need you!”

Turning on his heel, he stomped away, albeit somewhat awkwardly, with his erection tucked up into the waistband of his boxers.

“Fine!” you called after him, your anger flaring back to life, and you threw down your paintbrush before sulking off in the other direction.

——

It was a little past midnight when an insistent pounding rattled your door.  Jolted from your half slumber, you wearily stumbled through your flat to see who the fuck was at your door at this hour.  Peering out the peephole, you reared back in surprise, not expecting to see Nathan Young standing outside.

“Y/n, let me in, please?” he called, desperation thick in his voice, and you took your time in unlatching the locks and unhoooking the chain, just to spite him.

“Yes?” you answered, cracking the door enough to stick our face out.

“I-I need your help,” Nathan gasped, his eyes dilated and his curls half plastered to his sweat dampened forehead.

“What happened to all th’women you were gunna pull?  The ones who were just waiting t’throw themselves at you?” you taunted, raising a wry eyebrow.

“I was wrong, okay?” he replied, a vulnerability to his expression that sobered you, and you opened the door wider to let him in, concern flashing through you.  

“Nathan, are you okay?”

“It hurts so fuckin’ bad,” he whimpered, entreating you with his eyes; he was in so much pain that he’d even seemed to have lost his trademark snark.  “I’m burnin’ up and my cock’s throbbin’ harder than ever!”

He paused to work moisture back into his mouth.  “You’re right, I was a proper arse,” he exclaimed his eyes looking everywhere but your face, the words dragged from him as if even thinking past the pulse of desire that coursed through him was difficult.

“I shouldn’t have taken that unflattering photo of you while you were drunk off your tits and then sent it to everyone.  I’m so sorry, y/n!  Please, will y’help me?” he asked, finally looking up at you, tears of pain welling in his eyes.

The sincerity of his apology moved you, but really, at the moment you couldn’t bear the sight of him practically doubled over in pain any longer.

“C’mon,” you said, taking his wrist to lead him to the bedroom.

“Oh, thank fuck,” Nathan breathed in relief, following you eagerly.  “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted t’do you–I mean this,” he exclaimed hastily, ripping his shirt over his head as soon as you let go of his arm.

“What was that?” you asked, only half hearing as you rummaged in your bedside table for a rubber.

“Nothin’!” Nathan replied quickly, tossing his shirt on the floor before dropping his jeans and stepping out of them.  “Just sayin’ sorry this ain’t more romantic or if I cum too soon or somethin’.  I just really need t’get this done.”

“Oh.  Right, yeah,” you replied, your stomach sinking a bit, though what were you expecting?  You were merely his last choice, a means to an end.  

“Here, put this on.”  Handing him the condom packet you tried not to stare at the very obvious tent straining the fabric of his boxers.

“Admirin’ the beast, were yeh?” he asked, peeling his underwear down to let his cock spring free and you quickly turned away to give him some privacy while you hastily undressed as well.

“Glad t’see you still have some cheek even in this condition,” you muttered dryly, taking a deep breath before turning back around.  

Nathan had fallen silent, too busy fumbling with the slippery rubber to think of a snarky comeback, and when your eyes fell to his erection your breath hitched.  Every time he tried to roll it over his angry weeping cockhead, he gave a shudder, whimpering softly.

“D’yeh need some help with that?” you asked hesitantly as he swore under his breath.

“It’s just so…swollen!” he cried, biting his lip.  “Any chance you’d wanna forgo th’rubber and just let me hit it raw?” he asked, glancing up at you hopefully.  “I’ll do my best t’pull out in time.”

“Uh, no, I don’t really fancy takin’ that chance and gettin’ knocked up,” you huffed, taking the condom from him while you gave him a couple strokes with your free hand before rolling the rubber on.

Swallowing thickly, you looked up to meet Nathan’s desperate gaze and you froze as it finally sank in how close to him you were, and that you were both naked.  You’d touched him without even thinking, and you were surprised to find the insides of your thighs slick with want, heat thrumming through you and pooling low in your gut.

Before you could speak, Nathan surged forward, his mouth colliding with yours.  Kissing you fervently, his teeth clashed with yours in his haste as you stumbled backward toward the bed.  When the back of your legs hit the edge, you fell back atop the covers with a gasp and Nathan practically jumped atop you.

On the third try, he finally managed to get his cock lined up, sliding inside you with a relieved groann that reverberated through you, and you echoed him, whining softly.  For a moment, you thought he’d actually came just from sheathing you.  His eyelids fluttered while his mouth fell open in ecstasy, but then with a shudder he began to move, his hips crashing into yours with abandon, rutting into you like some wild desperate animal.

Soon the room was filled with the lewd sound of skin slapping together and the rhythmic creak of your bed.  Though admittedly, Nathan’s frantic pace wasn’t doing much for you at first, his thrusts fast and sloppy, but you were lost in the sounds he made and the look of complete and utter bliss on his face.  No one had ever looked like that while inside you before. 

“F-fuck, you feel so good, y/n!” Nathan managed to groan, sweat rolling down his temple and you couldn’t help but grin at him.

Rolling your hips to meet his, a gasp ripped from your lips when his cock suddenly found your g-spot and you hastened to repeat the movement, your hands sliding down to grab his cute little arse, guiding him there.

“Oh!” he yelped, his concentration breaking for a moment and he let out a breathy giggle before leaning over you, his lips seeking yours blindly as his pleasure built to a breaking point.

Kissing you sloppily, he nearly had you bent double as he pounded into you even more fervently, abusing your tight hole and swallowing your rising moans as if they could nourish him.  He fucked you like you’d never been fucked before—as if he’d die without your cunt wrapped around him.

Just as you felt your climax building, hovering on the plateau, the coiled spring of pleasure in your stomach ready to snap, Nathan’s hips stuttered, burying himself deeper inside you and staying there as he came.  

Letting out a high pitched whine that turned into a groan, Nathan’s eyes rolled back into his head as his eyelids fluttered and his whole body trembled before going limp.  Pressing his face into the crook of your neck, he caught his breath, panting heavily against your skin.

“Oh fuck, that did th’trick.  I feel so much better,” he breathed in relief.

“Good, glad I could be of help,” you murmured, trying not to let your frustration leech into your voice.

If only he could’ve held out just a minute longer…

Finally, Nathan lifted his face sheepishly.  “You didn’t cum, did yeh?”

“No, I was close, though,” you admitted and his expression brightened somewhat.

“Well,” he began, clearing his throat and trailing his fingertips lightly over the slope of your shoulder, his gaze not quite meeting yours.”Now that I’m thinkin’ clearer and my cock’s not on fire anymore, and I’m naked, and you’re still naked… Well, we could always have another go as soon as I’m at full mast again, which honestly won’t be too much longer,” he suggested almost hesitantly, as if he hand’ tjust fucked your brains out (well, almost).

“I’d like that.”

“Yeah?” Nathan asked, gaping at you.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, your face warming.  “You owe me an orgasm.”

Nathan let out a relieved chuckle, snuggling closer to you, his chin propped against your shoulder as he gazed up at you.  

“This wasn’t exactly how I’d wanted our first time t’go,” he admitted and you froze, your breath catching in your throat.  “I wanted t’make it at least a little more romantic and shit.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, warmth filling you at the thought that he’d been thinking about this for a while.

“What?” he exclaimed defensively and you shook your head through your laughter.

“Nothin’, just kiss me.”

Nathan didn’t need to be told twice, pressing his lips to yours eagerly.

“Hey, y/n.”

“Yeah?” you asked between kisses, Nathan’s hand finding their way down your body.

“I think I’m ready t’go again.”

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#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #misfits #nathan young #nathan young x reader #sex pollen tw #robert sheehan character fic #joz.fic

[cellard0ors]

They're a united front now, but it doesn't mean they always agree.

"How about Harriet?"

"Ew. No."

Travis frowns, even as he continues to rub Laura's sore feet. She's over thirty weeks in and enormous. She's been moody and unhappy, but Travis has been doing his best to keep her spirits up.

He owes it to her.

While his absence is far behind them, he has no problem groveling until the day he dies if he has to. Laura loves him. She forgave him. She's having their baby.

He can do no less.

Still, "What's wrong with Harriet?"

"I don't know - Harriet Hackett just sounds strange. I don't like it."

Travis slows his rubdown of her toes and looks over his shoulder at her, "So...they're going to have my last name?"

Laura looks a little startled, as if she just realized what she said. Travis swallows, "Because, I mean...we-we just started dating..."

"No, yeah. No, I know..." She looks unsure now and he turns to her fully, "I mean...I'm okay with them having my last name. But, it does have a bad history behind it. We can go with Kearney if you want."

Laura's lips twitch, "Well, I am the alpha in this relationship..."

"Ha, ha." He returns dryly and she gives an official chuckle, "Seriously though, I think it's okay for them to have your last name. We can start a new history for your family name. A happy one."

She notes a gleam in his eyes and he clears his throat before going back to her feet. Laura remembers thinking Travis was really cut off emotionally.

Turns out that's not true.

If anything, he's brimming with feelings, his current one a cross between happiness, pride, and tears. Such a secret softie.

"Alright then. How about Alexander? If it's a boy?"

"Again. Pass."

She can practically hear him roll his eyes, "You haven't liked any of the names I've suggested."

"That's not true. I liked Sam or Samantha. I used to have a friend with that name in elementary school. She was great."

'Okay, so...one?"

"Oh," Laura now rolls her eyes, "Like you've liked all of my suggestions."

"I haven't shot any of them down."

"What about Max?" She asks with a smirk. It was tossed out as a sick, dark joke she knows she shouldn't have made, but did anyway. The look he shoots her now just reconfirms that.

Regardless, she feels she's made her point, and just as she goes to settle back down she feels it. It's a full ache in her back, a tug at her belly and she frowns, confused.

But then it comes again, stronger, and she gasps, shooting upright. Travis looks at her in concern and Laura gasps, "I-? I think I'm having contractions."

His eyes go wide, "What? Now?"

"Mm hmm." She hums, a hand on her stomach and then there's another deep yank inside, like a menstrual cramp, but far worse, and she cries out. Travis looks horrified, "It can't be! It's too soon!"

"Well something is-nngah!" Is how it ends, because the next contraction is even worse than the last and she feels a cold sweat break out all over her body. Travis immediately gets to his feet, "Okay. Alright. Let's go."

He helps Laura up and does his level best to stay calm. Years as a police officer, even in a backwater like North Kill, must have helped, because Laura appreciates how he manages to get her from the house to the car to the hospital without freaking out once

However, once inside the hospital, as staff starts swarming around Laura, it's clear Travis is an emotional trainwreck.

He wasn't wrong.

It is early for Laura to give birth and she knows this even as nurses and her doctor talk her down, tell her everything is going to be alright. Yes, she's earlier than planned, but they're going to do their very best to take care of her and her baby.

The pain has ratcheted up to unbelievable levels and Laura is doing her best not to scream and failing miserably. She's calling out for Travis and someone keeps telling her why he wasn't allowed in but she could care less.

Her frantic shouts and panic must turn some sort of tide, because soon enough he is in the room with them and she's gripping one of his arms and crying, screaming, the pain immeasurable.

Laura lost an eye. She turned into a werewolf. This hurts far worse than those two combined. Her throat is raw from her cries and Travis is repeating her name gently and pressing his lips to one side of her head and holding her back just as tight as she is holding him.

The doctor tells her to bear down and push and she does - again and again and it feels like it's never going to end, this horrible misery and she's frantic about how the baby is doing and if they're okay even as she grunts and keeps doing as instructed.

Laura feels blind, deaf, and dumb in the throes of her agony but she thinks she hears something about the baby's head or their shoulders or how they're coming out, but it doesn't matter, because on the next struggling push she feels an unbelievable release.

All the stress and pain that had been beating down on her nonstop suddenly seems to rise as does a thin wail with it. Her baby's wail.

Travis is still holding her, but no longer is his face buried in her hair. Instead he looks at the tiny wriggling mass the doctor is holding and the nurses are all talking in awed hushes as both he and Laura hear, "It's alright. She's here, she's here."

"She-?" Travis repeats and the doctor lets out a windy laugh, as if he'd been holding his breath, "It's a girl "

Travis nearly collapses into Laura, Laura into him as they watch the doctor take special care of their itty bitty child.

There's a lot of talk about how, while she was born prematurely, the baby should be in fine health with the proper care. How while she's a week or two early that's better than some cases, she might just need more check ups than most newborns and so on.

Neither Travis or Laura really care or listen because all that matters is that their baby is alive. She's alive and she's with them and it feels like it takes forever (considering the baby has to spend some time in the neonatal intensive care unit), but eventually mother, father, and daughter are all together and alone in the hospital room.

Their newly born child is swaddled up against Laura's bare skin, their head resting on her breastbone and Laura's looking down at her with pure love.

Travis too, can't seem to take his eyes off his daughter and he has one hand resting on her back, his palm practically dwarfing her whole body.

Laura looks up at him and says, "Luna."

"Luna?"

She nods, "Like the moon."

"Yeah?"

Laura sighs, presses a very gentle kiss to her daughter's head, "It's how we met. Under the moonlight."

"Hmm. Not the best of meetings."

"True,"Laura sighs, "But one of the best things in my life came out of it."

Travis can't help but give an exhausted grin, "Her, I take it?"

"Yeah " Laura admits, "But you too."

Laura weakly reaches out for him with her free hand and he takes it, gives it a squeeze, even as he nods, "Okay. Luna."

He edges closer to the baby and whispers to her, "Luna Hackett."

Laura gives him a sleepy smile and he returns it. Luna, fast asleep but very happy, is unaware of her parents' smiles. She is also blissfully unaware of what an unexpected gift she is.

But she'll learn soon enough in time.

The end

#hackearney #my writing #travis x laura #unexpected gifts

[polaroidtelevision]

Ao3

The fruity four go to a game night at a bar and have to play a sort of two step game of charades. Charades but it’s spiced up a little. Up on the stage is the person gesturing and the four get split into pairs, one pair having to explain the gestures to the other without saying things like “he’s moving like __” or “it looks like _.” They can’t give it away and the second pair has to guess what the answer is based on the cagey explanation alone. They’re blindfolded so they can’t see the gesturer on stage.

The pairs they start with are Robin and Steve and Nancy and Eddie. Steve and Robin get to be the blindfolded pair. Robin puts her blindfold right on, ties it herself, but Steve sees an opportunity. He and Eddie aren’t together but they’re both whipped and Eddie, unlike Steve who has an idea that Eddie might like him back, is completely oblivious to the fact that Steve likes him. But they looove fucking with eachother. The tension between them is astronomical.

So Steve leans over the table towards Eddie, who’s sitting across from him, and he flutters his eyelashes and everything as he holds out the blindfold and asks. “Tie it for me?” In the most flirtatious tone he can muster.

Eddie’s breath hitches and he mutters a strained oh my god under his breath and Steve sees Nancy cough into her fist to hold back the laughter that’s shaking her shoulders. Eddie’s blushing but he clears his throat and replies. “Yeah, no problem.” He says, fighting to keep himself in check which is really hard when he’s about to blindfold Steve- which is one of his fantasies, by the way. He’s gotten off to the thought of having Steve blindfolded. Not to mention Steve’s absolutely giving him bedroom eyes and there’s no way this means anything, right?

But Eddie does it, leans forward and slots the blindfold over Steve’s eyes and ties it behind his head with practiced fingers, holding his breath the whole time so that he doesn’t fucking moan or something. The moment is way more tender than it should be. “Can you see anything?” He asks softly, tugging down a part of the blindfold that’s a bit high on Steve’s cheek, possibly letting a sliver of light through.

“Nope.” Steve says, voice suddenly low and a bit ragged. His breathing, unlike Eddie’s, is heavy and he sucks in a deep breath as he leans back and grins mischievously at the man across from him. “I’m at your mercy.”

“Ew, Steve.” Robin mutters, neither of them pay any attention, Eddie’s too focused on the sight in front of him that’s straight out of his wet dreams and Steve’s too focused on trying to seduce Eddie.

Eddie blanked at the words Steve spoke and then collected himself again because carefully selected limitations on his own flirting be damned, if Steve was going to be insufferably homoerotic then he might as well play along. “Good boy.” He mutters, voice all silky and rumbly and Steve fucking shudders, biting his lip and staring at where he knew Eddie still sat. A blush even blooms, peeking out from under the blindfold.

Nancy finally clears her throat, ending the little moment but the tensions still there, pulled taught like a rubber band moments away from being flung across a room. “Okaaay. Games starting, boys.” She says, but Eddie can feel Steve’s gaze on him, burning through the fabric of the blindfold. They both sink back in their seats and the game begins.

-

Turns out they’re pretty terrible at the game. Well, Steve and Nancy are. Robin and Eddie are unstoppable. Nancy’s a bit awkward with describing what the gesturer is doing and Steve is busy thinking about how this is a huge disaster because all he can focus on is the lingering sensation of Eddie slipping the blindfold over his eyes. But Eddie doesn’t stop talking, finding out just how explain everything without giving away his guesses as to what it is. Between his D&D turned charades narrating skills and Robin’s rapid fire guessing, they win most of the rounds.

When the games over Eddie watches Steve reluctantly slip off the blindfold and feels a profound sense of loss at the end of his fantasy. But it’s worth it to see Steve blinking as his eyes refocus, squinting at Eddie before breaking into a grin. “Hey, handsome.” He greets and Eddie smiles back.

“There we are. As fun as that was, I missed looking into your pretty eyes.” Eddie retorts, smile widening as Steve blushes.

“Being robbed of that sight..” He drawls, looking into Eddie’s eyes with his own, lidded and suggestive. “Makes seeing it again like a reward, doesn’t it?”

Eddie’s breath hitches and he swallows down a noise that was threatening to escape the bubble in the back of his throat. “Yeah.” He chokes, “Yeah, it does.”

Their moment is interrupted by the sound of Robin smacking her forehead on the table and groaning. “Oh my god guys, get a fucking room, I can’t take this anymore.” She complains. “Nance, I’m gonna puke, please make it end.”

The table goes silent. Nancy snickers and stands up, pulling Robin up to stand beside her. “We’re getting drinks.” She announces. “You two go make out in your van.” She aims the last bit at Eddie, patting his shoulder before making a beeline for the bar.

The two of them are left to stare at each there, equally flustered. “Well.” Steve finally breaks the silence to say, smiling cheekily at Eddie. “What do you say?”

“To what.” Eddie chokes. Steve raises an eyebrow, spinning his blindfold around a finger.

“Making out in your van.” He says casually.

“Is that-“ Eddie breaks off, thinking back at the past few months, all their back and forth flirting, the lingering looks, Steve asking him to blindfold him and everything else from tonight and what Robin just said and-

“Oh.�� He realizes aloud. “Wait, you’re serious. Holy shit.”

To his surprise Steve laughs. Like, he snorts before throwing his head back and full on cackling loud enough to turn a few heads in their direction. “Yeah dude, I’ve only been flirting with you for the past two months.” He says, voice bubbly from laughter.

“I’m.. a royal idiot, okay then.” Eddie accepts, staring at the boy across from him and getting hit by a rush of feelings. The infatuation he’s felt the past few months sets in all at once, tenfold and if he doesn’t get his hands on Steve in the next ten seconds he swears he’ll implode. He stands up abruptly, making to leave. Steve grabs his wrist and meets his gaze, concerned. Eddie realizes that immediately walking away might send the wrong message so he clarifies as much as his desperate, horny, lovesick brain will allow him to. “Van. Making out. Yes please.”

At that Steve grins, laughing as he allows Eddie to pull him outside, hastily unlocking the back doors and climbing inside. The doors close again and for a moment, they just stare at each other. Then they’re locking lips.

#this came to me in a dream #no literally I dreamed this last night #should I write more #steddie #steddie headcanon #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #stranger things #stranger things drabble #stranger things headcanons #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

[toffyrats]

toff makes newsies content alert alert 🚨

hi guys ok context for this story (?) basically i was reading abt the donner party like a month ago and then i wanted to do a little character study ish thing w modern au newsies, but then like a quarter of it ended up being abt the donner party so. atleast i have something to feed my newsies followers with. yeah? yeah.

so tw for like. kinda weird mentions including death, cannibalism and so on n so forth. it’s not yk awful YOU KNOW WHAT i’m making this seem a lot more about the donner party than it actually is let’s just move on.

there’s some redfinch, ralbert (but its one sided ofc) and kinda implied javid? ? also kath n sarah hate eachother (for now). again its a character study but all of them so no single pov but cmon its me so its kinda albert centric. ok this is getting long lets begin

     “the donner party is sooo boring,” race groaned from where he was sitting with crutchie on a beanbag. “who cares about a whole bunch’a dead guys in a wagon?”

     “i find it interesting,” crutchie put in. “really emphasizes the human instinct to survive.”

     albert shook his head in disgust. “i would never eat another human. sounds gross.”

     “if you went that long without food, you would,” crutchie replied matter-of-factly. 

     “what was the point of all that, then?” race grumbled. “pretty much all of ‘em starved anyway. they coulda gotten off easier without eatin’ eachother.” he practically threw his book across the room into albert’s hands. “i’d rather starve than eat another person.”

     “they weren’t right in the head,” jack explained, not looking up from his book. “they were so hungry, they probably became demented.”

     “humans are animals,” crutchie added.

     albert snorted. “great job, crutch. want a medal?” 

     “no, i mean- no matter what, driven by hunger, thirst or exposure, we’re gonna try to live. even if that means eating our friends.”

     “ehh, i dunno.” jack tapped a finger on the top of his book. “i think i might be with william hook on this one. rather die from eatin’ too much than eatin’ too little.”

     albert leaned back in his chair, the front legs lifting up off the floor. “i don’t even think eatin’ people was the problem,” he mumbled. “if the reed guy didn’t take the stupid shortcut, they all woulda survived.”

     “man, if only,” race cut him off. “then they wouldn’t be in the history books at all and we wouldn’t hafta be crammin’ for the test right now.”

     “yeah, ‘we’ as in ‘not you’, race.” albert waved his friend’s book above his head. “i still have your book. we’s the only people studyin’.” 

     race opened his mouth to say something back when the door to the room opened and katherine walked in.

     “oh!” she seemed taken aback. “hi, guys! didn’t know you were in here.” she took a few steps in their general direction and stopped. “wait, are you supposed to be in here?”

     the four boys glanced around at eachother and shrugged almost in unison.

     “sorta,” albert said finally. “we’s technically supposed ta be in gym, but coach said we could study since we got a test tomorrow.”

     katherine gave an exasperated sigh and turned her course to the filing cabinet in the corner of the room. “nobody ever uses this room. you couldn’t have just stayed in the gym?”

     “gym’s awful.” crutchie shook his head. “well, i mean- for me, anyways.”

     katherine nodded in understanding, opening a cabinet starting to go through it. “you guys meet the new kid yet?”

     race immediately perked up. “there’s a new kid? no wa-“ 

     “you wouldn’t like him,” katherine deadpanned.

     “oh.” race’s face fell. 

     “well, what’s he like?” jack asked curiously, finally putting his book down.

     “quiet, reserved… uh, he’s kinda preppy looking-“

     “ew, yeah, okay, cut it right there.” race made a face and waved his hand infront of his face, making a ‘stop’ gesture. 

     “he sounds almost as boring as the donner party,” albert groaned.

     katherine shrugged, turning back to the file cabinet. “i like him.”

     “of course you do.” jack smiled and shook his head. “he seems like your typa guy.”

     “and of course you’re the only one that cares,” race smirked.

     katherine pinched the bridge of her nose with a long sigh. “race, please.”

     race threw his hands up in mock innocence. “hey, hey! i’m just sayin’!”

     crutchie closed his book and held his head in his hands, rubbing his forehead. “race, have you forgotten the only reason they broke up in the first place?” 

     “yeessss, crutchie, i know,” race forced out. “does this kid have a sister or somethin’?”

     katherine hesitated. “yes, he does.” her voice was curt, and she sounded like she didn’t want to further the discussion. 

     unfortunately, race was never good at picking up on other’s emotions. “what’s her name?”

      jack glared at him, but katherine spoke before race could figure out a way to deflect the blame somehow. “sarah. sarah jacobs.” 

     “jacobs, huh? what’s th’ guy’s name?” jack asked, diverting the subject.

     “david,” katherine sighed out, relieved. “you should talk to him, when you can. maybe not al and race, but-“

     “yeah, definitely not al and race,” albert said quickly, and race nodded in silent agreement. 

     jack suddenly got up and cracked his back, then his neck, then every single knuckle before finally saying, “alrighty then, me an’ crutch’ll go find ‘im. he should jus’ be in gym, yeah?”

     race stared at him with a blank expression. “how is even getting up out of a chair an entire process for you?” he asked finally, and albert snickered. 

     jack shot yet another glare in race’s general direction as he turned to help crutchie up. “you sure you don’t wanna come?” he asked when the shorter boy was successfully up on his feet. 

     “positive,” albert hummed. katherine gave a triumphant shout and pulled out a single paper from the cabinet. 

     “what’s that?” race pressed, curious as ever. 

     “oh, just a little list- it’s for the school newspaper.” she shrugged and glanced quickly between the four boys. ”i have to give it tooo…” she scanned the paper quickly for a name. “…finch cortes. i don’t assume any of you know what class he has right n-“

     “physics, room 203,” albert answered immediately, before katherine could even fully finish. “i mean- i think. how would i know?” the front legs of his chair hit the ground with a loud bang as he looked down at his lap, his face heating up. “it’s on the second floor,” he added quietly, fast enough that it almost sounded like one word.

      crutchie smiled and ruffled albert’s hair playfully. “don’t worry, you can trust red on his finch factopedia,” he assured katherine, and albert swatted his hand off of his head with a sharp scowl. 

     “ooohhkay then,” katherine nodded slowly, her eyes narrowing like she didn’t quite get what was going on. “well, i’ll go find him, then. thanks, albert, i’ll tell him you said hi.” 

     “wait- no!” albert desperately tried to stop her, but she was already out the door. 

     nobody could really understand how katherine’s brain worked. it was as if she were a machine, and anything you tell her to do, she will or won’t without any wavering decision- and she was notoriously bad at reading between the lines.

     “welp, we’d better get goin’,” jack said quickly, and crutchie agreed. 

     “no, wait! no, please! don’t leave me with him!” albert pleaded as he watched jack saunter out the door, eager as ever to meet a possible new acquaintance. crutchie pivoted and shot a sympathetic glance in albert’s direction. “sorry, al. you’re stuck wit’ him.”

     “to most, being stuck with me is a good thing!” race reassured albert mockingly, draping his arms around his friend’s shoulders. 

     and then it was just race and albert. and for some odd reason, it was a lot more awkward than usual, and the air cracked with an unusual tension.

     “so… you an’ finch, huh?” race asked after a moment, a crooked grin creeping onto his face. 

     albert shook his head quickly and wrung his hands nervously. “no, no,- it’s- not like i got a crush on ‘im or anythin’, i… it’s this brain of mine, the adhd, it, uh, chooses to fixate on the dumbest people at the most inconvenient times…” his voice trailed off, his unfocused eyes coming to rest on race. 

     his mind began to wander, his thoughts turning to static before they could even front. he shrugged it off- something he had gotten used to by now-and looked away. “you get what i mean.” 

     “i mean… i guess.” just the tone in race’s response let albert know he didn’t at all get what he meant. 

     just then, the bell rang, loud and steady, startling both boys out of the uncomfortable silence they had fallen into. 

     “saved by the bell,” race chuckled, stuffing his books into his backpack. he pointed at albert forcefully as he turned to leave. “don’t think ya got off easy, though. i still wanna know all about this fling wit’ you an’ birdie.”

     albert groaned loudly in response and flung his backpack over his shoulder lazily, hearing race talking to himself about albert cortes, finch dasilva, and a few other things in italian that albert couldn’t understand a word of.

     albert knew he wasn’t off the hook, he didn’t need race of all people telling him that. but he also knew that finch was in his last class, and maybe-for once- he wouldn’t be all sweaty and gross after gym and too self-conscious to even try to sit near him.

     no, he did not have a crush on him.

     he loved race, and no matter how much he wished for it to, it was never going to change. but maybe finch would take his mind off of it.

     no, albert is not thinking about that right now!

TEEHEE HOPE YOU ENJOYED please speak to me in the tags tell me what you liked and didn’t and whatever also yes ik crutchie would use a wheelchair in a modern setting but i dont even know how those work so yeah not touching thag until i do more research

#YIPPEE #newsies #livesies #92sies #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #crutchie morris #katherine pulitzer #sarah jacobs #david jacobs #red’s tag #redfinch #ralbert #javid #wow that was a lot of tags #toff writes stuff

[pocketramblr]

Ask game, please! This is probably OOC but during the event of the first book, or maybe a little before, Adolin flips the bird at his father and decides that he deserves nice things, such as beautiful clothes instead of stuffy uniform and also some stabbing. Renarin approves of his brother being happy. Please.

We can let Adolin snap earlier, as a treat.

1- the reason is this- he wears that lovely embroidery he did, and Dalinar makes a comment about not being a fop (read: gay (remember homophobic blackthorn flashback??)) in earshot of Renarin, who Adolin knows is gay because they're good brothers ya know. And Adolin, who's already resisted stabbing Sadeas once that day in defense of Renarin, snaps. "Is that really the worst thing I can be, Father? I'm perfectly capable of remembering honor in my command, in dueling, in keeping my head while also holding a needle on occasion. You keep the code as much as you wish, Almighty knows it's better than being a drunkard, and I'll practice something called moderation."

2- and honestly Adolin feels back afterwards but like he can't back down?? Because he's not going to look weak or like he's putting his father over his brother, even though Renarin doesn't need him to do this. And, well, it feels good in a way- Sadeas isn't a problem because he wears fashionable silks, he's a problem because he's reprehensible and murderously greedy. If Adolin can be a shining example of honor just as fashionable as him, won't that highlight Sadeas's problems better than his father's ways?

3- Anyway, Navani just shrugs when Dalinar complains to her. She's seen worse in the way of father son relationships and Adolin seems willing to work with him still on everything he's just wearing what clothes he wants. Elhokar is jealous of feeling that freedom under ever closer expectations and disapproval. And, since Adolin participating in trends again means that he becomes something of a leader in them, influencing the rest of the camps, and Sadeas somehow keeps finding himself behind, which he finds annoying.

4- he holds out hope that this is a sign he can turn Adolin against his father though, get a blackthorn 2. He's half right! Unfortunately for him, this means when Adolin comes to his secret meeting to hear him out about ousting his father, he comes armed with a knife and uh. Well. Anyway. You know :)

5- so while Kaladin is sneaking down into the cavern to get spheres for his men, he finds Adolin down there hiding a body. Sadeas's body. And his first reaction is "oh storms no, I'm not getting blamed for this too." Adolin is offended because he wouldn't throw this random guy under the bus, but Kaladin points to his forehead and you know, that everyone would believe Adolin (he doesn't recognize who this is at first, just saw the blue eyes under the hooded cloak), Adolin is like "ok true, but I still wouldn't." Kaladin asks if he even thought this through, and Adolin said he didn't, he just meant to defend his family- but now that he's thinking more clearly, it's likely someone will be called from the princedom to take over, maybe Amaran. (Kaladin: ew. Adolin: wait you don't like him either?) Kaladin figures this guy is crazy anyway and tells him the story. Adolin completely trusts him and reveals his identity, then points out there shouldn't be many bridge runs from Sadeas camp until there's a new leader, so perhaps Kaladin will have some time to meet with him in secret and they figure something out? Kaladin figures he has little left to lose and can at least set his men up well, and agrees.

#i don't know what happens after that I'd have to actually nail a timeline down to do that shshfjg #buta while bunch of people have to try to desert from Sadeas after that right? #a search for the high prince or his body #Renarin is Adolin's alibi #and this whole time Adolin is stress relieving through embroidery #pocket talks to people #gentrychild #ask game

[wafflesandkruge]

hello, wraith (kanej 3+1)

3 times Kaz hears Inej behind him and 1 time he doesn't.

ao3

a/n: hiiii if the premise sounds familiar then you've probably read the original ficlet which i posted a few years ago (a real fan ty). after sab s2 (ew) i wanted to revisit some of my old kanej fics and rewrite them bc i noticed a lot of changes and edits i wanted to make so they're less,,,cringe. original can be found here if you want to do a comparison (pls don't). the plot is exactly the same, but (i hope) the writing has improved, so pls enjoy ✌🏼

The first time Inej entered his office through the window, he heard her coming. Her cheap boots scratched along the rough brick of the Slat’s exterior wall, and Kaz was alerted before she’d even reached the second floor below his office. He set his paperwork down with a sigh and pushed the window open for her just before she could reach for the latch. “Hello, Wraith.”

Inej clambered through the window, frustration evident in every movement, and pulled her hood down. In the soft candlelight of his office, her skin was luminous brown, the light catching the gold in her ears and the gleam of the knives at her waist. It had only been about a week since she’d left the Menagerie, and Kaz was pleased to see her color had improved somewhat. But her spywork needed improvement if she was to be of any use to him. “I could hear you a mile away.”

Inej pursed her lips, taking his criticisms silently. He could have said that it wasn’t her fault, that her boots were the problem, or her inexperience with the cityscape. But he was not kind, and Inej was not made of glass that would shatter under the slightest pressure. He opened a drawer in his desk and withdrew a small, wooden box.

“Don’t come back here until you can do it soundlessly. With these on.”

He tossed the box at her. She flipped the lid open and a combination of displeasure and anger flashed across her face. Kaz knew what she was seeing—metal anklets with dozens of little bells strung on them, not unlike the ones she’d worn at the Menagerie. 

It was a test, and a challenge, in a way. Kaz watched as she stared at the anklets for another moment, then snapped the box shut. Her lips were pulled into a scowl, but still, she nodded mutely and left his office without a word.

-

The second time had been about a month after the first. Kaz had been worried—Inej had disappeared for long stretches of the night, only to reappear at the Slat early in the morning. When he’d put a tail on her, they’d all reported the same thing: she was practicing climbing in the warehouse district. Why she thought that was safe, he had no idea. He’d posted a Crow there to watch her discreetly, then put it out of his mind. Either she would learn, or he’d overestimated her. And Kaz Brekker was rarely wrong.

He smiled to himself and set his paperwork aside. It was always nice to be right.

“Hello, Wraith.” 

Inej paused, half of her body still outside the window. 

“How did you know?” They were the first words Inej had spoken to him in almost two weeks. She pulled herself through the window and stood to the side of his desk, each movement as silent as shadow despite the anklets clasped around her boots. She looked well rested despite her late nights, her countenance more confident and self-assured than ever. A new knife, one with a simple bone handle, was strapped to her forearm. He’d seen Jesper purchasing the same one from a street vendor during one of their trips to Fifth Harbor. Inej making friends among the Crows would be useful to him in the future. 

He leaned back in his chair and folded his gloved hands together. “I don’t let the same person get the drop on me twice. But you passed. The anklets.” 

He extended a hand, and he could see the way Inej’s gaze was drawn to his leather gloves, a thousand unasked questions in her dark eyes. She unclasped the anklets and placed them carefully in his palm, her fingertips brushing against the leather for the briefest second. Kaz’s breath hitched at the slight pressure. Although it was impossible through the thick material, he swore he felt a lick of warmth from her skin. His skin went cold. 

He pushed past his body’s panic and threw the anklets into the fireplace. Inej’s gaze was finally averted from him and he could breathe again. She watched them burn with a small curl of her lips, then was gone as quickly as she’d appeared.

-

The next time, Kaz was busy working on the Crow Club’s monthly accounting. He hardly looked up when he felt the telltale change in the air. “Hello, Wraith.”

Inej made a small noise of acknowledgement, then crossed his office to the small cabinet of medical supplies he kept around for emergencies. There was some clattering around and a few muttered words in Suli, then Inej plopped onto the chair in front of her desk and dumped supplies onto his desk.

Kaz looked up, peeved. “Inej, what– Ghezen!”

She’d tracked bloody footprints all over his office, from the window, to the cabinet, to the chair where she now sat, wincing, as she cleaned the cut and blistered undersides of her feet. “Don’t worry,” she said, in that unnervingly calm way of hers, “I’ll clean it up.”

“That’s not–” Kaz bit back a curse, not sure why he felt so irritated. “What the hell happened? Was it another gang?”

She gave a noncommittal shrug as she began wrapping bandages around her foot. “My boots wore out. I climb better without shoes anyways, but I am not used to Ketterdam yet.”

“Don’t be stupid, you’ll contract some disease before the day is out,” Kaz growled. He wasn’t about to lose his investment over something as foolish as an infection. “Borrow a pair from someone downstairs until you get paid.”

“As you say.”

As soon as Inej was gone, his office clean as she’d promised, Kaz paid a visit to a grisha fabrikator.

-

Years later, Kaz sat at his desk, a blank page in front of him. With a sigh, he squared his shoulders and put his pen to the paper. Greatly esteemed Council of Tides…

If there was one thing Kaz hated more than kissing up to people, it was not getting what he wanted. He gritted his teeth as he used his most flattering language to ask for a blind eye at a certain berth, then signed the letter with a flourish. He stuffed the scrawled letter and a promissory note for an ungodly amount of kruge into an envelope and prepared his wax seal. Just as he started to melt the wax, his candle blew out with a gust of wind. Kaz paused.

“Hello, Wraith.”

The wind whistled on, but the voice he so desperately wanted to hear was missing. Kaz glanced at the window just to be sure. There wasn’t a soul in his office other than his, and that was debatable. Swearing softly to himself, he relit the candle and sealed the letter. He was losing his touch.

On his way to the Council of Tides, he passed by The Wraith’s berth. It was empty, as it had been for a month. Kaz glanced at the gray horizon. It wasn’t quite enough for him just to know she was out there somewhere, bringing down justice to those who deserved it. At every moment, he craved her silent presence next to his, her bright smiles, even her Suli proverbs. It was selfish, he knew. But he couldn’t help wanting. With one last glance, he continued on his way.

After a relative success of a meeting, he walked back through the harbor towards the Slat. Night had fallen, but the docks were still busy with wandering crews and raucous laughter. Kaz’s cane clicked against the ground as he turned his collar to the wind and resolutely went on his way. Perhaps there’d be an interesting brawl tonight, or Jesper would pay a visit. He passed by berth twenty-two. Then spun around. It was occupied, the crew already busy unloading by the dim streetlights. A voice came from the dark behind him. 

“Hello, Kaz.”

#mmm still a lot i'm not satisfied with but i also don't have the energy to completely take it apart and rewrite it #soc #six of crows #soc writing #kaz #inej #kanej #my writing #shadow and bone

[lenny-rambles]

About nothing in particular, a bit of Zolu in general, and some fics here and there

Holy smokes, I've had a week. In between exams, my cat getting lost, more exams and work I haven't got the time to actually ramble about anything, which is pretty sad (to me).

HOWEVER.

This doesn't mean to suggest I didn't read anything at all. Oh no, you'd be greatly mistaken to assume that's the case. I devoured a lot of fics this week, in an attempt to release stress because my house was also inhospitable for some days. So, I decided to read and re-read some fics, because that's how I deal with my problems (that is to say, I don't).

It's very interesting to see how their relationship's been depicted through the years! Like, one of my favorite tags for them is "Devotion" (because that's SO them), and the tag's got 60 works, barely. And it was first used in 2019, for a romance fic. That's barely any time at all in OP time! I don't know why though, maybe everyone knew it but struggled to put it into words (like them). As in, everyone would assume right out of the bat that that's their dynamic. Or maybe not! You can never know with fandoms, the fact that Agenda Piece exists still surprises me.

Also, I've grown the habit of reading through an author's works rather than just searching with tags. Like, if there's a fic I really liked I'll go into their profile and read more. And almost every time they have more! It's always a thrill when they have like old works, it comes to show how much they've improved, and how their characterization also evolves with them!

One of my favorite examples of this, that I discovered this week, is the series Fantastic Idiots And Where To Find Them.

Title: Fantastic Idiots and Where To Find Them (series)

Author: Mir4le

Relevant Tags: magic school AU, ASL brothers (my beloved), Law, Zoro, first person POV, on going, maybe there are ships maybe not

Now, disclaimer from me. No one here's endorsing the terf's work as in "go read her stories, they are good", because they aren't. And giving her money in anyway is terrible (in my humble opinion), she poses a lot of terrible ideas for both Trans and Feminism Activism. I hate the woman, and her story is not even that good. She holds A LOT of unethical and incorrect social theories (like eugenics, ew) in her books, AND REFUSES to reconsider or anything. She thrives in the attention she gets from that, I'm sure. Sadly, nostalgia is a bitch, and her books where probably the first I read entirely in english, and through piracy, so I still have some sort of appreciation for them, as terrible works of fiction as they are.

The good news is that the setting is so unbelievably generic that you could say "generic witch society" and that would do just fine, so that's what I'm doing. It's a generic witch society boarding school AU. Ah, the thing. The fic's written in first person POV (sighs), so if that's no your cup of tea you should stay away. The narration improves, the POV never stops being first person. I'm not exactly a fan of first person POV, but I was looking for fic with Law in them, so I picked it up.

Now, the first few chapters where... an experience. They were the author's first work, and you could tell. I don't mean anything mean with that, it's just Difficult to pin the POV for me, so I struggled a bit. Nevertheless, the prompt was interesting enough to keep me going, even if I kinda rushed through some stuff (sorry). It was also noticeable how much the author liked the characters, and the story, even early on, so that also kept me going. Rarely a story loved that much doesn't improve on quality, both because the strive to be better for the story and all the practice they get by putting it out in the first place. So congrats and thank you to the author for your work, it paid off.

Now, another thing about the fic, I'm not exactly what you'd describe a Law fan. I like his story, it was OP most angsty backstory for a while in my opinion (before Kuma, oh Kuma), so that just drew me in. Sadly, it didn't get me like I wanted to. Maybe it's because I binged the anime in an unholy amount of time (another day I'll talk about that) but by the time we got the why of Law, I just wanted Dressrosa to be done. So while I appreciate his character, the anime just made me want to get over with it. All of that to say that I usually avoid fics with Law, because I just don't like him that much. But I stayed. For the potential this had.

And my staying paid off!!!! It was awesome to see another take on ASL, and adding Law to the mix, not through Luffy, but Ace and Sabo was Not something I was expecting! It is also one of the key factors as to why the fic is so entertaining, you keep trying to imagine how the relationships in canon will translate to the setting. I got a lot of them wrong, it keeps you guessing, I love it. The way it shows Law involuntarily warming up to Ace and Sabo is so good. It feels a lot like something 11 y/o Law would write in his diary, it's cute.

Plot-wise it isn't that strong in the first installment (even the author said so), so you are really looking out for character interactions rather than worldbuilding. So it delivers on that, a bit chopped here and there, but by the time you get to the final chapters (there are like, 5) it's way more dynamic.

Ah, I've run out of juice, all right speedrun.

The whole thing, plot and narration improves a lot. Getting to a point in the most recent chapters where I can say that the author nailed down at least Zoro's and Ace's POV to the t, I can't say for Law though, not my area of expertise.

Surprising to no one, I like the Zoro POV chapters best, because we get Strawhat crew, and Luffy and Zoro, and I really like them.

I like the professors and classes they teach they teach. Who is which head of house and all that, nice, very in character.

Whitebeard's kids are a thing here, and I love it, they are fantastic.

Oh, Robin in particular has a lot going for her in the fic, you should also stay for her, if you are a fellow Robin fan.

The shenanigans are AU typical, that's not bad at all, I like how much emphasis they give to pranks and all.

CORAZON IS ALIVE AND WELL, more beautiful things.

Idk, I wish I could tell you more but I kinda read the whole thing for the experience and enjoyed it a lot. Even if it's unfinished.

Oh well, I guess that's it.

Also, "When All the Embers Die" also updated, as well as the other Zoro fic from the same author. And "Treasures for your Treasure (The Pearls Pale in Your Eyes)" ALSO updated, a Zoro update (thanks author) to say the least. I might say some things, I might not, probably I will, once I'm out of this hell hole called midterms.

Anyways, if you read this far thank you very much. Please read the fics mentioned above, even if it's for the experience, they are wonderful stories.

#rambles #txt #zolu #zolu fanfic #fanfic