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sugarnspice630 · 2 months

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Blemished - Seonghwa

"Think you’d get away with wearing something like this? Y/N my love, your tits are practically bursting out of that top."

•pairing: dom!simp!seonghwa x sub!fem!reader

•word count: 1.6k

•tags: mdni, nonidol, praise kink, Hwa is a MASSIVE boob guy, reader has a big chest, sucking/marking/biting of the chest, clit stimulation orgasm, Simp Hwa Simp Hwa, motor-boating?...did I miss anything? probably

Summary: Distracting Seonghwa during your dinner date was not your intention, however that's exactly what happened and Seonghwa made sure you knew how much he appreciated it by treating you to a special evening.

A/N: Inspired by my Thighs, Tits, or Ass guy Ateez edition post! Fun fact, I personally dislike boob play of any kind, but this was quite fun to write. Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

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You always wanted to look pretty for Seonghwa. He asked you out on a date at a nice restaurant to treat you to something special. Carefully choosing your outfit because you wanted to look sophisticated yet be comfortable. You chose a cute button-up blouse and an appropriate-length skirt. Shortly after, Seonghwa came to pick you up, kissing you softly on the cheek.

“You look beautiful, my star.” You can feel his smile against your skin and your face blushes. He opened the door for you and you carefully got in the car, waiting for the delicious dinner and amazing date you were about to have.

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Throughout the dinner, you noticed Seonghwa’s attention was not 100% on you. There was something else on his mind that kept him from listening to your stories.

“Baby, are you alright? You’re not really paying attention to anything I’m saying.”

“Mm, n-no I'm listening! I just…have a lot going on in my brain.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked with a hint of concern.

“N-not right now. Let’s just finish our meal.” You nodded softly and finished the rest of your dinner. You didn’t talk much to each other, but you shared occasional glances. You couldn’t help but notice his eyes were never fully focused on you and were looking elsewhere. Finishing the meal in silence, Seonghwa asked for the bill, paid quickly, and before you knew it, he swiftly grabbed your wrist and was dragging you out the door. The car ride back to your place was even more awkward than the dinner. Every time you tried to speak to him, he silenced you and told you to save it. His grip on the steering wheel was tight. His knuckles were white and you could see the veins slightly popping up. Your brain was all over the place, wondering what happened between when he picked you up to about halfway through the dinner date. You finally got to your home and before you could get out of the car, Seonghwa’s voice stopped you.

“Set your things down and go to your bed.” His voice was stern and demanding. Oh fuck, you were in trouble, but what did you do?

When you got inside your apartment, you set your coat and purse down, took your shoes off, and waited for Seonghwa in your bedroom. His figure soon loomed in the doorway, and his eyes were fixated on one thing only: your breasts. You leaned back against your pillows as he came in and crawled on top of you, coming close to your neck.

“Think you’d get away with wearing something like this?” Seonghwa is carefully kissing and nipping at your neck, tracing his supple lips across your skin.

“L-like what Seonghwa? My outfit is perfectly modest!” He scoffs at your response.

“Y/N my love, your tits are practically bursting out of that top.” You felt your face warm up. You weren’t a small-chested girl by any means, but you thought the outfit was alright. “God… I could see just the slightest peak in between each of the buttons. Driving me crazy the entire time.”

“So that’s why you couldn't focus~?"

“Yes…but now that I have you alone, I can look and play with them all I want.” He says lowly before he’s reaching for your shirt and slowly unbuttoning the buttons. His fingers dancing to remove the fabric covering your chest. You lean back further, pushing your boobs towards him more, but trying to be discreet about it. He gets three of the buttons undone before he pushes the fabric to the sides and stares hard at the sight before him.

“Wearing a bra I got for you~? It looks so pretty on you. I just knew it would. Compliments you so well.” His praise was making you blush even more. Excitement started to take over Seonghwa, and he quickly undid the rest of the buttons and helped guide the blouse off of you. Tossing the piece of clothing to the side, his attention was directed back towards your boobs. The bra you were wearing had white lace across the top and around the band. The cup area had tiny silver and gold stars. The bra had an accent line that perfectly covered your nipples and the line led up to the straps. Seonghwa licked his lips while staring at how beautiful you looked in it. Your breasts are perfectly pushed together and filling the cup nicely.

“So beautiful…but what’s underneath is even more beautiful.” He reaches a hand around your back and snaps the clasps, carefully pulling the bra off of you and tossing it to the side. His actions were quick, but sensual. Truly taking his time but also in a hurry to see you in your pure form. You could only watch as his pupils were extremely dilated, just staring at you. He only took a few more seconds of staring at your boobs before he leans down and latches his mouth on your right breast. You gasped and arched your back slightly.

“S-Seonghwa.” You breathed out. His tongue was licking around your nipple in ways you’ve never felt before. You always knew Hwa was a boobs guy, but damn, he knew how to play with them. While sucking on your right tit, his left hand came up and started to grope and play with your left tit.

“Nngh, fuck!” You felt him growl against you.

“That’s my girl. Letting me play nicely with her.” He went back to kissing and licking over your breast. His tongue was warm, but the stimulation he was providing was making your nipples rock hard. Of course, he couldn’t forget his other favorite boob. He carefully pinched his fingers together around your nipple, causing you to cry out softly.

“Seonghwa!” You tilted your head back further into the pillows and closed your eyes. Seonghwa was having a field day just feeling and licking all over your beautiful chest.

“Mm, baby~. Wanna make you feel so good. Can I do that for you?”

“Y-yes please!” Ever since he was slowly stripping you, your pussy was aching and crying for attention.

“Good girl~. Fuck, you are so beautiful~.” Seonghwa whispers against your skin as he reaches his right hand down your skirt and begins to rub you through your panties. “You are soaked darling~. All of this from just kissing your beautiful tits?”

“Y-yes! Your tongue feels so good!” You couldn’t help but crave it all the time. He always knew exactly how to use it.

“Good good~ but what about this~?” Suddenly, you feel Seonghwa nip and pull at the skin covering your breasts. You cry out in pleasure. His fingers continue to rub you through your underwear, and the way he bites and marks up your skin makes you feel high. Seonghwa takes the tip of his tongue and licks into the teeth marks he’s leaving on your breasts. Continuous moans escaping your mouth. You grip onto his sides to steady yourself. Seonghwa eventually wraps a finger around the band of your panties and pulls them down, completely exposing your pussy to him. He latches his mouth back onto your boobs, leaving trails of saliva every time he picks his head up from your chest. You tilt your head down and open your eyes to look at the unholy sight in front of you. His face is flushed and you can only watch as his lips are pursed together to kiss your chest.

“Seonghwa~.” You are unable to say anything else. The pleasure he is providing you makes you feel like you are floating in heaven. The pure euphoria in this situation is enough to make your brain feel high. Seonghwa collects more of your wetness on his fingers and continues to rub your clit.

“Gonna make you cum so hard baby.” He growls. He really does not let up with sucking and kissing your chest. There are so many red and purple marks all over you; it’s truly a beautiful sight. You are marked up exactly how Seonghwa likes.

“P-please!” Your grip on his sides tightens, and you get a fistful of his shirt. Your nails slightly dig into the skin underneath, and you hear him moan softly. Seonghwa pushes his face directly into your chest, and you can hear him panting heavily.

“Fuck baby I just wanna suffocate between your chest.” His voice vibrates through you, causing you to shudder.

“S-shit!” His fingers rapidly rubbing over your clit, you can feel the knot forming in your stomach.

“So fucking hot, fuck fuck fuck, your chest is so perfect.” He rubs his cheeks over your boobs as he says this. His eyes flutter open to take in the sight of the other boob in front of him. You feel his hips rut into your leg, and he whimpers. His erection is very noticeable against your thigh, and it drives you insane.

“I think I’m gonna- oh fuck-” Your breathing increases as you feel the knot in you getting tighter and tighter. Seonghwa worshiping your boobs makes you feel like a goddess.

“Cum for me sweetheart. Wanna hear your pretty sounds.”

Not too long after his command, you are crying out his name and cursing out loud and you feel the knot loosen. Seonghwa bites down on your breast as you cum, causing you to let out a shrill chirp from being overstimulated. His fingers are covered in you, and he loves the feeling. He rubs you through your high before leaving a couple more gentle kisses on your tits and then leaning back from your chest. Your eyes flutter open and closed, and you’re breathing heavily. Seonghwa’s chuckle rings through your ears, and you open your eyes to look at him. A soft, questioning, hum comes from your throat. There is a couple seconds of silence as you sit there, staring at Seonghwa smirking at your chest.

“Now your chest is even more beautiful with all my markings all over it~.”

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thesharktanksdriver · 10 months

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Determination (Platonic)

As you can tell this is kinda based off of Undertale in the whole. Not a lot but some elements from it that I changed

This isn’t really linear and I’m just jumping from character to characters

Cause screw the timeline

Warning of a lot of child death and spoilers

part 2 part 3 shanks

Determination : a Paramecia type devil fruit shaped into a four pointed star. This mysterious devil fruit allows its user to essentially become immortal. When the user dies they “respawn” at a different location randomly. Oddly, when dying via water the effects of the fruit still occur though it takes longer for the user to “respawn” and the user doesn’t age after eating the fruit.

Determination was something that was sewn into the fabric of the human soul

From the dawn of time humanity fought to survive against nature and itself

This blazing emotion called determination propelled them forwards against all odds

A blazing spark that had pushed them again and again

Through every conflict and tragedy

If is perhaps one of the most important things of the human spirit along with the capacity for compassion

It’s no surprise that determination was a strong thing but even stronger would be the devil fruit you one day ate that you decided to name after that one blazing emotion

It took a long while for you to figure out the ability of the fruit since nothing happened at first all those years ago

You didn’t transform into an animal of any sorts

Nor did you change your body or make something like flames appear

It left you confused…well until you died by accident

In your defence you were a young kid (you still are to be honest) without any spacial awareness

So you didn’t notice the tiger that snuck up on you

There was a small moment of pain and then black

A pure black much like the ocean at night

There’s was confusion and then something appeared in front of you

A glimmering star that glowed softly and appeared out from your chest

Pulsating gently as you stared at it

You touched it and then woke up

Sand beneath between your fingers as you got up confused

It’s there that you saw the ocean stretching out beyond your view and into the horizon

Cerulean blue sparkling with the sunlight

Bits of golden light shimmering around you now fading as you sat up confused

It took a while after that as well to figure out the specifics but you figured out that you died

And that seemingly despite that you were brought back somewhere new, an island across the ocean from what you once knew was home

It’s a lot to take in but with time it settles in on you as you navigate what to do next

You’d always had wanted to explore and sail the seas

What always held you back was the danger of it all

Your parents once warned you of it before their deaths

How you shouldn’t do something so risky that could end up taking your life

But now there was no worry of that

Of leaving them

It was just you on your own in this big world

Now leaving you with that once far off Dream being your only reality

So after that you geared up and set sail

Your ship…er if you could even call it one was Basically a couple of barrels combined together into a small vessel

At least 8 barrels served as the base whilst two were combined together into a hut with a small cut out to make your bed area

There was no wheel or proper sail

You used a umbrella attached to a big stick and turned it manually to control the direction

But you rarely did that

You kinda just let the boat take you to wherever

It was fun that way

Partially because all the friends you’d met were made through this method of letting the waves take you wherever it deemed you go next

How your ship has survived for decades you don’t really know nor care about

All that mattered was that it floated and was a serviceable vessel (many would disagree with that)

Through the years you stayed the same as the world changed

You never aged from when eating the devil fruit and though you become more mature you were still a kid at heart

One filled with determination

Gol.D Roger

Ironically for someone seen as the “pirate king” you’d think that he’d be more mean

But surprise surprise when you pull up on your boat near his own the pirate king himself invites you aboard

Smiling brightly as he offers you a hand and his men tie your boat to his own so it doesn’t float away

Your friendship with Roger was something that you’d consider priceless

He is considerably kind and gentle with you

Almost treating you as if you were his own child

His crew is equally welcoming to you as they all share the thought of how in the world had you survived this long (key point technically you hadn’t lol)

That day in which you had first met him they throw a small party where your their guest

Drinks are shared all round, you even get to sneak in a sip as Roger laughs whole heartedly at a joke

For the first time in a long while you eat and sleep in a real bed on his ship

And the next day he’s sitting you down to have a serious talk with you

Roger may be childish and oblivious but he can tell there’s more to this than meets the eye

He isn’t pushy or threatening like you had expected

Just asking what your situation was

So you tell him

Perhaps it was because you were still naive or because you knew your secret would be safe with him

But something in you told you to trust him and your gut was never wrong

You expect the reaction to be something like asking you how you got it

maybe even jealousy

But what you get in return is sympathy

He thinks of how lonely you must be

Something more akin to a curse despite its benefits

You’d never really saw it that way but his gentle gaze full of forlorn sadness makes you open your eyes a bit

In many ways, yes, never dying was a curse of loneliness

You’d outlive everyone

But in your eyes that time spent and having the opportunity in meeting them i the first place made up for that

Forever sharing their stories and carrying their memory kept you from being alone

He smiles

While you never officially joined his crew you ended up traveling with them for months on end

Becoming apart of their family as the crew took turns letting you sit on their shoulders

Your favourite thing to do though was stealing Rogers coat and hat

Parading around like him as everyone else held in chuckles as you fake ordered them around

It became something of a tradition as Roger would randomly announce to the crew their real captain was here as you walked out

He became a lot like an older brother with fatherly qualities

Fun and caring

Despite knowing you couldn’t really die he always remains careful around you

Especially when their fighting marines

He doesn’t want you targeted for affiliation so he does his damn best in hiding you away during fights

Hell, he even once punched someone across a bar for trying to pick on you

Like when you trusted him with knowledge of your immortality he trusts you with knowledge of Rouge and his unborn son shortly before his death

Perhaps in some ways he knew his death was soon but he entrusts you with something only his most trustworthy allies are allowed to know

You aren’t there when he died but you know for sure he did so with a smile

Clutching one of his coats to your chest you cry with a soft smile as his son is born

Rouge let’s you hold the young baby she named Ace

A fitting name for someone who you knew was bound to be an Ace in the deck of cards that was the world

Monkey D. Garp

You meet Garp cause of Roger

Shocking right (note the sarcasm)

Particularly because Roger entrusted you to show Garp where Rouge was hiding out

It is…tense at first to say the least especially since you knew Roger was likely being walked to his execution

The one person you grew to trust more than yourself

But as usual, with time you both began to talk

He asks if your apart of Rogers crew and you answer truthfully

Your not but they had accepted you as their own

Taken in a small child afloat on the ocean without any hesitation

They all respected that your a free spirit that couldn’t be tethered to one place forever and accepted that

Garp had already respected Roger but it grew as you talked of the pirate king

This the talk time goes away though when Rouge begins to give birth

Your left panicked and doing your best to comfort her as best you could

Your still a kid, there isn’t much you can do but your trying for her sake

For the sake of her unborn child

For Roger

Despite how tears stung your eyes from how hard she held your small hand

You held them back and focused on her

And it’s through that Garp sees how you are indeed not a pirate

Your just a child, one who was alone in this world clinging to a piece of driftwood

Floating from place to place and helping others despite the fact you needed it as well

When Ace is born and Rouge passes away your left to cry as you comfort the young baby boy

The marine carefully takes Ace from your arms and lets you mourn

Not only for a woman who showed you nothing but kindness but also for Roger

And for Ace having to grow up without either parents, for being doomed to a fate of death if anyone else found out of his linage

You end up going with him since you can’t yet peel yourself away from Ace

It feels too soon and you need more time for a proper goodbye

He’s fine with this though

Dare you even say he encouraged you to come with him

Despite your…lacklustre experience with marine’s you find Garp to be nice company

It’s Odd but he acts almost fatherly?

There’s a hidden longing in his eyes of wanting familiar connection

Something that you can relate to after the loss of your mom and dad

A craving for a connection you once thought lost

Eventually though you know it’s your time to leave

With a last goodbye to Ace in the form of a kiss to the forehead and a small handmade charm you set off

Garp is already waiting there though with your boat and a box of supplies

And Garp tells you that you’d make a good marine

You laugh

Never in a million years

And despite knowing your answer he isn’t angry, he smiles and waves as you begin to sail away on your dinky “boat”

He probably should’ve at least bought you a real boat

Maybe next time he muses

Next time

The cycle begins again

Doflamingo and Rosinante Donquixote

After a long while of traveling you ended up at Dressrosa for a pit stop

But decided to stay a bit longer than you anticipated when you met two boys your age

Both were battered and bruised Beyond recognition

Blond hair muddied with clumps of blood and mud

The two brothers were apprehensive at first but eased up when you offered them the pie you bought yourself

Apparently the entire island HATED them with a passion

Something because of them being celestial dragons which you didn’t care about nor understand why that would lead to how others treated them

It’s messed up to you that their practically beaten for something they can’t control

So you stand up for them

Taking the hits for the two brothers as people focus their anger on you apparently betraying them or something

You don’t care

Not like you can die anyways but the two blonds don’t exactly like seeing their only friend beat up because of them

But that doesn’t stop you since you were their friend

And friends help friends

Nor would you stand for such an injustice in your eyes

Rosinante enjoys playing games with you

Out of the two he is more immature in the sense he’s more like a regular kid

He is compassionate and kind despite the circumstances

One who would tend to your wounds as his brother stewed in frightening anger

It scared him…how his brother had some sort of darkness in him that grew

Your the only person he confides this to

And you can’t help but also be worried for his bother but also himself

How this could affect him when considering that he brother was one of the only people dear to him

But that was a worry for later

In the moment you focus on keeping him happy and distracted from the cruelties directed towards him

You’d buy sweet treats, toys and a scavenge bits of pretty shells as gifts

Letting the two keep the small signs of your friendship as a way to at least brighten their days

At some point you had even picked up on his like for heart themed stuff and incorporated that into the stuff you wave gave him

Safe to say he might’ve cried some tears of happiness

Sometimes you worry for him out of the two

Doffy knows that fighting is sometimes the answer but Rosinante doesn’t

Along with the fact he trips over thin air

You don’t know how many times you’d bandaged him up

But everyone has their quirks you suppose

And you wouldn’t change them for the world

Doflamingo on the other hand is very much the opposite of his brother

He doesn’t exactly play, he more so soaks up the knowledge you spill of your travels

Stuff of how the world worked

The politics of some of the islands you’d visited

He’s innately interested to a degree you hadn’t exactly expected

But in some sense you appreciated it

Everyone just lumping it under the ramblings of a child

But Doffy doesn’t

Speaking of which your the only one permitted to call him that lest they get a swift kick to the ass

It’s an honour you hold in high regard

Especially since he even gives you a nickname of your own

“Knight”

It’s cause apparently your like their own personal knight, something fitting cause he one day swore to rise up back to their proper birth right

Before their parents abandoned it

He’s strong and knows it but still insists that your their protector of sorts

You don’t really argue with him about it anymore

In fact you kinda lean into the name

Making a makeshift sword out of a stick and waving it around in mock sword fights

It brings back fond memories of your old friends that have probably long forgotten you

Except for the fact you had to save Rosinante from almost poking his eye out

Nothing however as usual can last forever

You don’t know what had led up to this point but eventually everyone had enough of them

And also you protecting them

Some men dragged you into a town square of sorts one night

Their yelling obscenities at you that you don’t flinch at

Even as they tie you in ropes that bite at your skin and walk you towards a chopping block

The crowd holds you down on the block as flames illuminate your face

You can only watch in pity as the Donquixote’s are forced down to watch as the blade rises above your head

Your only shred tears for your two friends having to watch your death

A smile finds its way on your face

Tears lining your eyes as they cascade down your cheeks, shining due to the warm light of torches

There was cheering from the crowd

Screaming from Doffy

Crying from Rosantine

And the air splitting as the blade came down

And then darkness before a familiar gold shining light appears before you once more

The cycle begins again

What you don’t know is that both boys notice your kicked away body dissipate into golden stardust that travels up into the sky before their both blindfolded and strung up

Whitebeard pirates

During your time with Roger he had several encounters with Whitebeard but your first real encounter happens when you end up at an island in their territory

You once again died and ended up there and almost immediately ran into the well known member of the group Marco

Now in his perspective you were a random child who stumbled out an alleyway with scrapes and bruises

How was he not supposed to be worried?

His mind goes immediately to possible conclusions even as you argue with him that your fine

To please not take you to a medic

In reality you really wanted to avoid Whitebeard in case of unearthing memories of Roger

But you don’t have much of a choice when this blue bird boy is dragging your ass back to the ship to be properly healed

You don’t go down without a fight though…doesn’t do much but it sure does look like a rabid animal attacked him so it’s something

But your brought to the ship, the good old Moby dick which looks even bigger up close and personal

And there sitting down with tubes attached to him is Edward “Whitebeard” Newgate

Otherwise known as Roger’s kinda rival/friend?…it was complicated, too complicated for you to understand at least

Everyone aboard welcomes you with a smile even as you keep punching the (in your words) “oversized chicken with a pineapple for a head”‘S back in vain

Safe to assume the crew grows to like you as your kinda just adopted on board

Their docked at the island for awhile so they haven’t just taken off with you being dragged along

Though from what you heard of their track record you wouldn’t have been surprised

Marco is the one who interacts with you the most at first mostly cause his devil fruit helped with injures

Despite your petty aggression you do have to admit he is nice company

He’s rather levelheaded and exceedingly caring

It’s why he (literally) dragged you here in the first place

Cause he couldn’t just leaven an injured kid on their own

You get the sense that due to his fruit he’s older than he seems, it makes sense with the whole Phoenix thing

So you often pose questions of immortality to him to see if he had differing views to you

Surprisingly he didn’t

He also carried the mindset of it being worth it due to all the experiences you couldn’t have in a lifetime

It’s nice in a weird way

Just knowing you weren’t alone in having to watch the world change as you stay the same

You don’t say this aloud of course but he seems happy in discussing the “possibility’s” with you

He takes to looking after you even after your better and interacting with others on the ship

A sense of responsibility for the fact he brought you aboard in the first place

Along with a possible hint of Kinship and a mother hen instinct (Thatch got smacked on the head for that)

Occasionally he likes to change fully or half shift into his Phoenix form to fly around

It’s a pretty sight

Even more so when he offers to taking you flying as well

Feeling the wind swish past as you soar through the air isn’t something you’d ever experienced before

It is ingrained in your mind that sense of adrenaline and rush of a mixture of fear and excitement

Its single-handedly an experience you’d likely never forget

And everyone seems to know it as he places you gently back down on the deck, shaky legs paired with a bright smile and wide eyes

Sometimes you wonder if he has bird instincts but he doesn’t answer the question (the crew says yes he does)

Thatch is extremely friendly and because of that (and the food) you end up hanging with him in the kitchen quite a bit

Food had always kinda been an afterthought to you and you’d forgotten what having good food was actually like

But with Thatch he changes that quickly

The food he makes brings back nostalgia of old

The home cooked meals in your mouth after a long day, sitting yourself down at the table as she placed a hot plate in front of you

The scent and steam still rising off of it

He has her smile, bright and gentle

The first time you ate one of his meals and he gave you that look you cried

Which caused an angry Marco to try and yell at him for doing something before you stopped him

While you stay on the ship you unofficially become his little helper

Bringing others their meals and prepping up the buffet when they had a party (which was seemingly every other day of the week)

you tease him about his hair and it then becomes a running joke between you two

The others catch on and they all laugh when you call his pompadour something to piss him off

And then he proceeds to whine about it

He won’t admit it but he sneaks food to Stefan

He of course denies this but you catch him late one night and now use that as blackmail to let you lick the spoon used for the batter for pancakes

Sometimes he styles your hair

The crew laughed their asses off when he made it look like a pompadour

While on your stay at the ship he makes sure to memorize your favourite foods

Especially when he catches glimpses of you being especially sad

Speaking of sad

You almost cry when seeing the familiar freckled face of Ace again

Body freezing over and going stiff as the cowboy hat wearing son of tiger gives you a jolly smile

In a lot of ways he’s not like Roger

But in other ways their more alike than you’d ever expected

It’s hard being around him

Especially since all you want to do is cry and hug him

To explain that Rouge and Roger loved him more than you could put into words

That you missed him but your glad to see he found a place where he’s accepted

But you can’t

You know you can’t when your permanently stuck as a child

Never aging even as the world kept changing

Plus you don’t know how he’d react to it. You’d probably sound crazy

So you keep all of it to yourself

But to everyone else it’s obvious that something is going on with you

Sure, they hadn’t known you very long but their all good at reading people

Around Ace everyone notices that there’s a obvious shift in your behaviour

You become reclusive, a look of distant sadness lingering as you avoid him

It doesn’t help that he wants to get to the bottom as to why your seemingly afraid of him

You occasionally hide in random closets when you hear him nearby

Thatch and Marco can’t get a word out of you as to why you act this way around him

But eventually you begin to let up a bit

Being able to have a proper conversation with the freckled male as he has to hold himself back out of excitement

It’s still hard but you push through it

Especially when seeing him smile as wide as he did when you looked after him

He still has the charm you gave him

It’s a little worse for wear but it’s there

As is your matching one that you hide from the crew in your pocket

He likes to show off his powers to you

Watching as your eyes stare at the swirling flames that dance on his arms

What he likes more though is when you question him about his tattoo and brothers

Apparently he has two sworn brothers

One who had sadly passed named Sabo and the other who was still alive named Luffy

His voice is tinged with a certain fondness as he talks about them that you can relate to

In a moment of weakness you ask him about the charm that hangs off his white and red stripped bracket and he smiles

He talks about how someone looked after him when he was younger according to his gramps

They had to leave, but was still out there

They had a matching one to his own

And one day he hoped to find them

You have to turn away and hide your eyes for a moment

With a smile you wish him luck and he replies back that he doesn’t need it

He’d find them

He was right and didn’t even know it

From then on he approaches you regularly while your on the Moby dick

Taking you on mini adventures and letting you sit on his shoulders with your hat covering your head

The crew laughs with glee

He jokingly tells you that your already apart of their crew but you know there’s truth to the words

He’s always a bit crestfallen at your answer, but even with that he retains hope you’d join

First time he passed out you nearly died again and began crying until Marco comforted you

Not your proudest moment but he seemed particularly touched that you were so emotional about his well-being

Kinda like with Ace your initially on edge around Whitebeard

Sure, he’s welcoming you with a smile and is generally warm but seeing him brings up Roger again

You remember the times you’d sometimes peak out to watch them battle with Shanks and Buggy

Honestly your very relived he didn’t recognize you

Nor the coat that you drape over your shoulders

Even moreso cause you can tell he knows something is up with you

Like Ace it takes a lot of time for you to begin to get close to him

But like Ace once again this man is stubborn shit who is patient enough to be able to crash down your barriers but by bit with time

It starts off as him inquiring of your home, your family and if their waiting for you

You respond that your birth family is long gone but you prefer to travel anyways. Finding new friends along the way

The answer worries him but he makes no mention of it

The questions then progress to you asking about some of his experiences

What it was like being rival to the greatest pirate in the world

He laughs at that, mumbling about how Roger was a stubborn pain in the ass

But one whom he considered a friend

Someone he missed

You ask him how he deals with grief, with losing someone close to you but being reminded of them

He says that it’s hard but with that comes a sort of melancholy happiness

That there are still traces of them in the world, even if it’s through simple actions

Like a gentle reminder of their importance and affect on his life

You’d never thought of it that way..but you think it’s nice

It helps you ease into spending time with Ace and him some more

Both of them are happy about it

At some point he begins asking if you’d like a place here

A home on their ship and crew

You smile and tell him that the sea itself is your home, but you know that this place and it’s people are family

But you also have family elsewhere as well

He accepts that but he does seem saddened and worried

In general a lot of what you do makes him worried

Specifically the disregard of your life and safety

To be fair to him though he doesn’t know your basically immortal

Well until…the attack

Everything was fine, a party was happening and Thatch had brought back a devil fruit

Drinks were shared all around as was the food

Thatch was pretty drunk and you decided to bring the fruit he found back to the pantry to be locked up for now

You didn’t see the person follow you

It’s a bit of a blur but all you removed was burning pain as you heard a chilling laugh

And then there was the screams of voices familiar

Through blurred vision you stare up at a crying Ace as he yells for Marco

He goes to run and get him but you grab him with bloodied hands

Shakily you reach into your pocket pulling out the charm as his eyes widen

You smile through the pain as tears swell in your eyes

“You found me”

Whitebeard holds you gently as you hear Ace sob

You fade away cradled in the large warm hands of Whitebeard

The charm matching Ace’s in your hand

They all watch as you crumble away into golden star dust that scatters off into the wind

It is then that the captain of the ship is reminded of what Roger once said

“There’s one star out there that never dies, their just in a different place in the sky. You just have to find it again”

“Hmf….sly bastard. Their out there, we’ll find them again”

The cycle begins once again

Buggy

You come by him as a complete accident

Just finding yourself adrift at sea once more when a boat quickly pulls up

And before you know it your met face to face with your old friend

Almost immediately your dragged aboard by him as his crew watches on confused as to why he’s acting all nice?

He looks he’s about to cry

Hint: he is

Immediately your whisked to his private quarters and you quickly get a large hug from the blue haired man

And he is absolutely SOBBING

The poor bud can barely make cohesive sentences as you pat his back

After a few minutes he places you down

And then he realized you hadn’t aged a day from when he was a kid

So it’s safe to say you have to explain yourself to him

He’s amazed while simultaneously horrified

Especially since you brush off your own deaths as an afterthought

But then that goes away when he asks if Shanks knows

And you reply that he doesn’t

He begins to laugh his ass off, talking about bragging rights which leaves you confused

Sure, you knew him and the red haired boy had kinda a rivalry but you weren’t sure why he wanted bragging rights

So he then explained what happened after Roger died and you disappeared

Apparently after Roger’s death the two began to drift apart

Petty Arguments growing bigger and bigger before they whet their separate ways

You can’t say your surprised but it’s sure sad in your eyes

That his death caused them to go their separate ways

The dynamic duo you’d come to befriend and see as bigger brothers now separated

But even with that your happy to see that Buggy is still his normal self

Sure, he’s brash and at times arrogant. But you wouldn’t change him

He was Buggy, unabashedly himself

You stay on his ship for awhile and in that time get to know his crew

Their all still kinda confused how their captain knows you but brush it off

Just accepting it as it is

You end up napping with Richie a lot despite that fact many of your deaths was via animal mauling

The lion enjoys your company, especially as you brush his lavender mane and braid it

After seeing that the captain may or may not have asked you to braid his hair as well

You oblige

During your stay Buggy lingers by you a lot

Perhaps a bit scared to let you go

The crew won’t mention it aloud but somehow your presence makes him more agreeable

Also less…aggressive

They reallly hope they’ll be seeing you around more often

Some might have partially cried when you left due to that

The other half is cause they got attached

#platonic #one piece x reader #buggy x reader #whitebeard x reader #Whitebeard pirates x reader #gol d Roger x reader #Garp x reader #rosinante x reader #doflamingo x reader #marco x reader #ace d portgas x reader #thatch x reader

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mawofthemagnetar · 2 months

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TFC’s Completely Normal Afternoon Where Nothing Goes Wrong And Nobody Dies Horribly

(shoutout to @lindentree for inspiring this silly fic!)

TFC sat in his little bachelor pad, coffee in hand, watching the steam rise out of his mug.

It was a nice mug, all things considered. A gift from the other Hermits. A handmade blue thing, turned on a potter’s wheel, with an extra-large handle to give his old hands a break sometimes. Full of coffee from his ancient coffee machine, that gurgled and growled like a jackhammer being waterboarded.

TFC took a sip, and winced. Okay, so maybe it was time to leave the mine and get more coffee. He’d re-used the grounds for the fourth time, and now it was really starting to get properly bitter.

He drummed his fingers on his glass-top table, listening to the echo against the cold stone walls of his little antechamber. Maybe he’d decorate the walls at some point soon.

TFC shrugged, and opened his comm. Hopefully one of the other Hermits had some coffee beans. He wiped the stone dust off his screen, and held down the three buttons to switch it on. Yes, he kept his comm strapped to his arm like almost every other player with some semblance of sense. No, he refused to let the damn thing be awake for any longer than it needed to be. The Hermits were chatty folks, and when TFC was deep in his mines and deep in thought, the last thing he needed interrupting his musings was a million buzzing noises as Cleo and Jevin got into a slapfight in the general chat.

TFC’s personal logo flashed across the screen (the three letters of his name in red, natch) and he took another slurp of his bitter coffee, wrinkling his nose. The comm beeped, and TFC opened the group chat and tapped out a quick message.

<Tinfoilchef> anyone got any more coffee? I’m clean out.

He put his comm down, and took another swig.

And waited.

TFC frowned. He was a patient man by nature. The same could not be said of the other Hermits, who were usually falling over themselves to help each other out.

And he hadn’t gotten a reply yet.

It had been a whole ninety seconds.

TFC scrolled up in chat, and he sighed, rubbing his face. He sank back in his chair in annoyance.

Of course.

He tabbed upwards, watching things spiral out of control… in reverse.

<Renthedog> THE PAIN! THE PAIN IS INDESCRIBABLE

<Vintagebeef> RUN! THE BOATS! THE BOATS ARE COMING!

TFC rubbed his temples with his free hand, sighing in exasperation. ‘

“Guys, I dug up five stacks of diamonds, don’t make me do this…I don’t want to re-dig those tunnels…” TFC groaned.

And of course the nonsense kept coming as he scrolled farther and farther back. Gee, that last message from Ren was about four hours ago, now...

<Iskall85> HELP GOD THE LOOM’S GROWN LEGS

“Does anyone on this server besides me even know HOW to weave?!” TFC growled, averting his gaze from his pile of unfinished weaving in the corner of the room. It didn’t exist. He couldn’t see it. His WIP’s couldn’t hurt him.

And on and on it went.

“Right, I’ve seen enough.” TFC sighed, “On the bright side, at least I’ll have all the coffee I had a week ago, so there’s that…”

He carefully tabbed through his various screens and menus until he arrived at the one bit of his comm that was set aside for admin functions. Now, TFC wasn’t a server admin. That much was true. But he had slight admin privileges, for one thing and one thing only: server rollbacks.

While, say, Hypno would have had an extensive wall of options, showing his permissions and all sorts of bells and whistles, TFC’s admin console had a text box to input a date and a big red “GO” button.

He looked mournfully at his ender chest, and, with a sigh, keyed in a date one week prior.

And TFC jabbed his thumb on the big red button.

The world flashed white, utterly blinding him, and a second later TFC was deep in the branch mine in a half-finished tunnel, the same spot he’d been exactly a week prior.

Unfortunately, he was still in a comfortable sitting position, resting all his weight on a chair that suddenly wasn’t there, so he immediately toppled to the ground, landing on his ass in an undignified heap.

“Ow.” TFC muttered, sitting up slowly and tapping through his messages.

<Xisuma> oh, we rolled back. Is everyone alright!?

<Tango> Mumbo you are BANNED FROM TIME TRAVEL

<MumboJumbo> It wasn’t me this time! I mean it was. But blame Zedaph!

<Zedaph> ME?! No! Blame Cub! Cub gave me the doodad!

TFC rolled his eyes and typed out a message.

<Tinfoilchef> Does anyone have any fresh coffee beans?

Silence.

No messages. No new complaining. As all the hermits re-read TFC’s words and soaked them in.

Finally, Cleo broke the silence.

<Zombiecleo> TFC. How many times did you re-use your last filter of grounds.

<TinfoilChef> eh, six? Seven?

<Zombiecleo> are you telling me we’d all still be in shuttlecock hell if you hadn’t gotten sick of the taste of reused coffee grinds?!

<TinfoilChef> Pretty much, yeah

<TinfoilChef> anyway

<TinfoilChef> does anyone have some fresh coffee?

#magnetar writes #Hermitcraft fic #TFC fic

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sopiao · 8 months

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can i request headcannons with the 141 and konig during a road trip? like a looong ass road-trip. nothing for a mission, just a little trip or vacation.

ooh i just got back from a 10 hour long road trip too!

(Callsign will be ‘Shark’)

Price would be the one driving, Soap in the front, Shark, Ghost, and Gaz in the middle row, while König gets the back all to himself. Sometimes it would cycle who would be in the front with Price since they all wanted to take turns sleep.

Since König is the big bitch he is, he gets the whole back row to himself. He can ‘shooonk’ and ‘mi mi mi mi mi’ all he wants. With his pillow and pink jaguar blanket someone lent him cause he forgot his (most likely Soap’s). While Shark is stuck in the middle, stuck between Ghost and Gaz.

—

Price would have first dibs on the aux since he’s the driver. He’d only play songs that no one knows. Y’know the classics and his personal faves. No one gave him the aux since.

Soap would play songs that he likes, regardless of what anyone else thinks. ‘Shut up and drive’ by Rihanna, ‘Talk dirty’ by Jason Derulo, ‘Treasure’ by Bruno Mars. Will literally blast the volume at his favorite parts.

Occasionally Ghost or Gaz would yell at him to shut up, his only response being to turn the music up even louder.

—

“I’ve got to go to the loo..” Soap asked. Price gripping the wheel and taking an audible and long breath in and out through the nose.

“We just left THE FUCKING STOP”

—

During stops to restock on gas stations snacks or fill up on gas Gaz would get drinks he never finishes, it just piles up in the back. Shark got a bag of chocolate marshmallows, they later played basketball with it, Ghost’s mouth being the hoop.

Price would 100% do the dad-snack-hand from the drivers seat. While König got a whole tub of ice cream to eat in the back, just because he felt like it.

Soap actually got left at a gas station once. The car ride back to get him was quite.

—

Shark’s gasp made everyone turn to attention since it was so quite and their gasp sounded so alarmed. Shark leapt across Gaz’s laps and looked out the window.

“Cow!” They pointed out towards the field of cows minding their business.

“Cow?

“Woooaaah”

“COW”

—

König gets motion sickness very easily. Which is why he spends 60% of the car ride sleeping. But the times where he is awake, half the time he’s throwing up in a paper bag. Ghost having to throw it out while Gaz and Soap try not to gag. Shark is rubbing him on the back and giving him water to feel better :).

—

Gaz would sleep against the car door, a pillow between him and the door, one leg would be across Ghost and Shark’s lap and the other would be on the middle console of the front. Sometimes Soap would have to nudge his dinosaur socks out of the way.

Ghost would claim he’s not tired at all, but is always the first one to fall asleep. Arms crossed and head back while he snores like a motor boat. First time this happened Price freaked out that he was dying, choking or something, and had Shark punch him in the chest.

He didn’t feel like sleeping after that.

Eventually when he does he’d be in the same position as Gaz, but both of his legs would be across Sharks and Gaz’s lap. Hitting the opposite door.

—

“Would you rather fight 100 toddlers or—” Shark asked of the first thing that came to mind.

“A hundred toddlers” Soap interrupted them, no hesitation.

“I didn’t even finish the question—”

“Those kids are getting CURB STOMPED”

“No—”

—

Going down a long path in the middle of the night. Practically in the middle of nowhere as the only thing keeping them company was yards of grass and mice that hid in little holes for the night. Everyone was fast asleep until they felt the car shift to a stop. They all immediately looked at each other after seeing where they were stopped.

“Let’s stretch our legs, been a while” Price explained, being the first to get out, turning the car off and the key out of the ignition. They were all still confused why they stopped suddenly, but they understood that hours of driving does no good for the legs.

Price made sure to turn the head lights off too. The rest of them thought that they’d just but in the middle of nowhere in the dark but they were frozen in amazement when they saw how bright the sky is, despite it being 12 midnight.

Without all the city lights and street lights to pollute the sky the night looked so bright. Stars that were barely visible, only a dot in the sky, were now shining and bright. In the city you could only see 6-7 stars 10 if your lucky, but right now it was like you could see till the end of the galaxy.

Not a word was spoken the entire time they were out. It was beautiful but also so surreal and bone chilling seeing how much space there is beyond this world. Every star a sun and every sun had at least 5 planets. There had to be at least one other life form.

Those 20 minutes were the most quiet but calming 20 minutes of the trip. Something they shared and saw together.

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futfemfantasies · 9 months

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“You are very welcome to do so” \\ vivianne miedema x reader

Prompt #26

“I could kiss you right now” “You’re very welcome to do so”

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You board the team bus with your headphones on, not wanting to break your focus. Only for that focus to be broken when your favourite Dutch player sits next to you with that toothless smile you’ve grown to love on her face. Viv grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers together, helping calm your nerves you thought you are hiding well. You exhale and sit back into the seat, somewhat relaxing. You go on your phone for a moment when you receive a text in your group chat with your national teammates and best friends Steph and Caitlin.

Calvin’s mum 🐶: I see you over there getting cozy with Vivvy 👀

You: idk what ur talking about…

Foord mustang 🚗: don’t act like there’s nothing going on between you too 😳

You: she’s helping to calm my nerves, that’s all

Calvin’s mum 🐶: what ever floats your boat y/n/n…

You turn around to the two Aussies sitting together and they make kissy faces at you and you roll your eyes. Viv asks you if everything is okay and you tell her that Steph and Caitlin are just being annoying. About 40 minutes later, the bus pulls up to the airport and you all get ready to jet of to France for the last semi final. You sit down in your designated sit on the plane and start getting your book and earphones out when you feel someone sit next to you. You look up and see that it’s once again Viv.

“You just can’t seem get away from me, can you?”

“Maybe I want to be here”

That made you blush slight as Viv got out her things before putting her bag in the overhead compartment. Doing so, it causes her shirt to rise up slightly and you catch a glimpse of the strikers abs. Your cheeks redden as you bury your head in your book as Viv sits down and buckles in.

“Like what you see?” She whispers in your ear and you don’t say anything, just smile slightly.

You feel the plane start to go and you grip the arm rests so tightly, your knuckles begin to turn white. Your eyes close as you feel the plane getting faster and as you start to ascend, you feel a hand intertwine with yours. Viv gives your hand a squeeze and looks at you with that smile you’ve grown to love. You thought Viv would let go of your hand but she didn’t and you are perfectly okay with that. As the plane started to descend, Viv squeezed you’re hand again to help calm your nerves.

The team starts to leave the plane and make their way to the baggage claim area where Viv doesn’t leave your side. As you all wait for the bags, Viv decides to make a bold move and rests her head on your shoulders while her arms are loosely around your waist. You just know your group chat with Steph and Caitlin are going to be bombarded with messages. You see your bag come and Viv lets you go and gets your bag for you. She ends up getting hers as well and wheels them back over to you. You thank her and wait for the rest of the team to get their bags. You sit on your suitcase and pull out your phone to see, as expected, a bunch of messages from Steph and Caitlin.

Foord mustang 🚗: i call bullshit that there’s nothing going on with you two…

Calvin’s mum 🐶: i second that 🙋‍♀️

You: no further comments at this time 🤫

You feel a presence in front of you and see the Dutch beauty. You look up to see her hold your hand out for you. You take it and stand up before getting your bag. You all arrive at the hotel and Jonas tells everyone who their roommate is. To no one’s surprise, you and Viv are roomed together. As you both got into the room, you see one big bed in the middle of the room and you immediately panic.

“We can share right? It’s only for two nights, I’m sure we can manage” Viv says and you nod.

You lie down on one side of the bed and close your eyes at the coldness of the pillow. You feel the bed move and you peak open one eye to see Viv lying next to you, looking at you.

“What are you looking at creeper?”

“Just you” Viv tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear before flicking your eyes and lips. You begin to lean in and just as your lips are millimetres from each other when you both hear multiple bangs on your door.

“Oi lovebirds, we’re going out for a team dinner. Hurry up” You hear the lovely voice of Katie McCabe beam through the door. You yell back that you’re coming and Viv mumbles something you can’t quite hear.

After a spending the hour at dinner giving each other subtle glances and playing footises under the table, you two go back to the room not saying a word and get ready for the next day.

You wake up the next morning with a tight arm around your waist. You slowly unravel yourself and go have a shower before breakfast. Viv wakes up as she hears the bathroom door close and she pouts slightly. She quickly gets herself changed and goes to the balcony, checking her messages. Just as she’s about to reply to Leah, Viv feel hands sneak around her waist.

“Hey stranger, what are you doing out here? It’s chilly”

“Just thinking” Viv replies with a half smile on her face.

“Alright, we’re ditching the girls and going out for breakfast together this morning and you can talk to me about whatever’s going on in that pretty little head of yours okay?” Viv nods and you leave a lasting kiss on her forehead, making Viv swoon on the inside.

After a flirtatious breakfast, you two quickly head back to the hotel to get ready for the game. As usual, you two sit on the bus together and you hold Viv’s hand close to you. She turns to you a gives you a look and you shake your head before leaning it on her shoulder. Viv ends up pulling you close into her and leaves a long kiss on your forehead. Steph and Caitlin see this and decide not to tease you because it looks like something is wrong.

You get to the stadium and Viv stays by your side the entire time. You slip your earphones in and let the world of music take you away. As the team goes to look at the field, you stay behind and when Viv gets no response to the question she asked you, thinking you are next to her, she looked around her and noticed you weren’t there. She asked a few of the girls if they’ve seen you and Katie tells Viv that you stayed back in the locker room. Viv instantly runs back to the room and all the girls gossip about how hopeless you too are.

Viv runs into the locker room, catching herself as she slides around the corner and sees you sitting in your cubby with your knees up to your chest. Viv sits beside you and pulls you on her lap.

“What’s going on? You haven’t been yourself since breakfast”

“I’m just scared. What if I mess it up for everyone? Everyone will hate me” You just broke down in tears and at the same time Viv’s heart was breaking a little bit more. She heard footsteps come around the corner and she quickly shooed them all away so you two could still have alone time.

“You won’t mess it up and you know why? Because you’re you Y/N. No one will hate you if we lose, it’s a team sport. We’re all in this together”

“Thanks Vivvy. How are you not freaking out right now?”

“Because I know I’ve got you up front with me” You sit up slightly and wipe your tears.

“You are going to do so well Y/N/N, I just know it” Viv leaves a long kiss on your forehead and you move off of her lap. You start to do your pre-game traditions when the rest of the girls came in. Thankfully, none of them asked why your face is red but Caitlin and Steph did give you a look and you just nod your head.

Fast forward to the game and you are currently tied at one all and there’s 3 minutes left in extra time. You move around the Lyon back line as you try to find a an open spot and when you do, Lia passes you the ball. You weave through the defenders and sprint with the ball towards goal and when you’re close enough, shoot it to the top bin. You hear the swoosh of the net and the crowd going wild, that’s when you knew it went in. You run to your teammates who dog pile you before getting up quickly. Viv was the last person to congratulate you and she gives you a kiss on your temple. You and the rest of the Arsenal girls manage to hold off Lyon for the extra minutes and you heard the refs whistle, meaning you are through to the Champions League final. You sink on your knees and cry in your hands. You feel two hands hold your wrists and slowly peel your hands off of your face. You look and see Viv with a big smile on her face. She holds your cheeks in her hands and continues to smile wide.

“I could kiss you right now” Viv whispers.

“You are very welcome to do so”

Viv leans forward and gently puts her lips on yours. Fans all around the stadium cheering causes you two to seperate. What you don’t notice is Caitlin and Steph watching on in pride, thankful that you’ve found your person.

After the teams get back to the locker room and shower, you all go back to the bus and to no ones surprise, you and Viv sit together up the back. You lean on Viv and she pulls you into her as your eyes attempt to stay awake. Viv whispers to you to go to sleep as the bus ride will take a little while.

The next time your eyes open is when you feel someone pick you up. Viv whispers that we’re back at the hotel and we’re going up to the room. You nod and fall back to sleep until you feel something comfy underneath you. You groan before opening your eyes and notice Viv not in bed with you. You start making grabby hands and Viv caves and crawls into bed. She wraps her arms around you and your whole body relaxes.

#womens soccer #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #woso imagines #woso soccer #arsenal x reader #vivianne miedema x reader

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thankskenpenders · 6 months

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Unsure if you’ve answered this anywhere before (sorry if you have!) but! what are your thoughts on Lanolin if you’ve been keeping up with IDW?

Lanolin's been kind of a fascinating addition to the cast to me, now that she's been promoted to the main cast. I kind of love that Lanolin is unambiguously one of the heroes, but she's also, like... not very nice? But she's also not an antihero like Shadow. She's just a different type of hero than most of Sonic's friends. It would have been so easy to just make her the cute friendly sheep girl, but I think she's led to some really interesting internal and external conflicts by having such a different mindset from everyone else.

Sonic is a very Power Of Friendship type series, and most of the recurring heroes are friends with each other. IDW's heroes have slotted right into that. Tangle wants to be everyone's friend. Whisper is extremely introverted due to her past, but the point is to show her making new friends. Belle's in a similar boat. And Jewel got roped into the series because she was already Tangle's best friend.

And then you've got Lanolin, who's not really here to make friends. She's here to work. She wants to do good in the world, which is why she joined the Restoration... and then the Metal Virus Saga happened. Now she's tired and kind of jaded about all of it. She's a cog in the machine whose power is limited, having neither crazy superpowers like Sonic's friends nor any real structural power within the Restoration. So where Tangle wants to go on fun adventures and Whisper's (understandably) weighed down by her personal vendetta with Mimic, Lanolin is this third wheel who doesn't particularly care about any of that and just wants to keep the team focused on doing their job.

I can kind of understand why some might be put off by this new dynamic if they were fans of the way Tangle and Whisper operated before. But personally, I think it shakes things up in a really interesting way. I could easily see a world where Mimic's return felt like a retread of the Tangle & Whisper miniseries, but Lanolin has helped push things in a new direction. She feels like our representative of the rank and file grunts of the Restoration, and the embodiment of the responsibilities that being part of the Restoration entail. Tangle and Whisper can't just go off and do their own thing all the time anymore. For Tangle especially, it feels like the formation of the new Diamond Cutters is forcing her to grow up a little. The Restoration can't always just be this fun secret club where she gets to go on adventures with her girlfriend. It's a job.

But Lanolin's not infallible, of course. She's frequently wrong, and that leads to conflict. But I understand where she's coming from and why she is the way she is, and that makes her an interesting contrast to everyone else. She's also clearly still growing as a character, and learning how to work as a team without just seeing Tangle and Whisper as people to boss around. I'm sure that whenever she learns that Whisper really was right about Duo being Mimic in disguise, that's going to be a BIG moment for Lanolin, and I'm excited to see how that informs her continued evolution as a character.

#renaliassance #ask #tkp asks

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judysxnd · 8 months

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Proofs that Pedro Pascal & Y/n Y/l/n are dating, (part 4)

I didn’t know you wanted more of those! Someone left a comment they wanted to have more of those so, you asked and you shall receive! (Idk how to answer to someone when it’s a repost, so I didn’t answer, sorry!) I sound like an old person 😂

I struggle a little to keep a good schedule when it comes to writings, because I was very focused on doing the requests more than writing my own ideas.

Also I think I didn’t really keep doing them because it was becoming the same things, like I don’t have a lot of imagination when it comes to going out and stuff. It was always going to a coffee shop, simple tasks (it shows how bad my life is)

I think this one will be related to the request I got about Pedro x reader on a beach vacation. I will follow that one. The dates here are the same ones of my beach vacation. I follow reality too much!! Ok byyyyye

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21.08.2023, at 1:07pm

Y/n posted an Instagram story of her in the car, and then she showed Pedro driving, but more dancing behind the wheel. They had music playing rather loudly. She captioned “6th hours on the road but it’s going pretty good”. They seemed to be headed somewhere together, somewhere far, or they had traffic. We can’t know for sure. But we missed seeing them together!

22.08.2023, during the day

They were seen multiple times walking around in a small city, which yes is far away from where they are usually seen. They were also spotted eating at a restaurant. It looks like they are on a vacation. But.. friendly vacation? Hm, to be continued..

23.08.2023, around 4pm

Pedro and Y/n were seen at a beach. They seemed to be there alone together, no one else with them. They were in a spot where there weren’t many people, but they were still spotted. Not like they were trying to hide. Pedro stayed a lot in the water, Y/n eventually joined him. She seemed a little scared but the movement of the waves, so she stayed ver closed to Pedro, holding his arms. At some point they got out of the water, laying on their towels. This is where we suspect they are together because as they were both laying on their stomach, Pedro kept his arm around Y/n’s waist. We think they were about to kiss but a fan interrupted them, asking for a picture. So close!!!!

25.08.2023, around 10am

Two days later they were seen in a port going on a small boat together. A romantic little trip? A fan from afar posted a video of Pedro helping Y/n climbing by holding her hand when then to help steady her, putting his hands on her waist. The fan filming was ecstatic! They seemed to be on this vacation just together, it really seems like it’s romantic! But when are we going to get an official statement?

26.08.2023, at 9:13am

Pedro posted a few pictures of his vacation. The beach, a video of Y/n falling because of a big wave, the port, a picture of the two of them that she took on the boat and some food. It’s giving boyfriend vibes. But.. he. did. not. caption. anything. Especially since the picture of them together on the boat is Y/n, on her knees on a couch, Pedro in front of her sitting normally, and her having her arms around his neck. We may not get anything, but still, we’re happy they’re having a good time. They seem genuinely happy.

(Y/n reposted the post on her story, choosing the picture of them together, and she just put a heart. They are driving us crazy!!!!)

27.08.2023, at 8:36am

Y/n posted a video on her story that was actually taken by Pedro. They were in the car again, this time Y/n was driving, still music in the background. At first we can see them and then Pedro turned the camera to show the view. The ocean, a beautiful blue sky a bridge at some point. It seems like they were leaving. There was a caption “one week is too short 🥺”, yeah they’re definitely leaving. She identified Pedro on it this time.

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Big Talk

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language, pining, alcohol

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!

Prompt: boat

Word Count: 500

A/N: my first ever rooster/reader fic! what a time to be alive! 😂 i've only ever written him with hangman so this was a fun little switch-up

“Yeah, but it’s still the Navy, right?” you joked as you sat across from Rooster at the small table in the bar. “So it’s all still boats.”

He rolled his eyes but there was still a smile on his face. “They don’t call them boats, first of all.”

You laughed, throwing out a dismissive gesture with your hand. “Ships, then. My bad.”

He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of laughing but he couldn’t stop himself. “Okay, yeah, the planes are on the ships but I told you, I don’t do anything with the ships except use them to take off and land.”

You had a confused, disbelieving look on your face as you brought your beer bottle to your lips. The expression on Rooster’s face let you know that he was perfectly aware that you were having way too much fun with this. However, he was still too stubborn to back down. That, and if you were both being honest with each other or yourselves, it wasn’t like you were looking for reasons to end the conversation.

“I just didn’t think that you could be in the Navy and not want to do anything with boats.”

“I’m a Naval Aviator.” He punctuated the last two words by tapping his fingertip on the tabletop, trying to look serious or at least annoyed and failing because of the smirk on his face. “Planes are my whole thing—I’m a goddamn pilot! Not a ship captain!”

“They should make you be both!”

You were both laughing too much to continue the line of banter for a moment. He watched you as you tried to get your laughter under control enough to either take another sip of your beer or come up with something else to say to get him riled up and into another debate of some kind.

“Big talk from someone who isn’t a pilot or a captain,” he said, eyes still on you, lips still twitching trying to keep his grin under control.

You hummed in amusement, bottle already pressed to your lips. You took another drink before saying, “Touché.” There were a couple beats of silence before you spoke up again, tone just a little bit more serious than it had been so far. “I missed you, Bradshaw.”

The smile on his face softened into something much gentler as he nodded in agreement. “I missed you too.”

The part of you that wanted to reach out and take his hand in yours was larger than you wanted to admit to, larger than you felt you had any right to at this point. It was still there, though. Clearing your throat to force any excess emotion down, you asked, “You’re home for a bit now, right?”

You couldn’t help but to noticed the slight twitch in his fingers, cues that he was fighting the same urges you were. “Yeah, for a little while.”

You smiled and nodded, feeling an odd twist of relief and angst all at once. “Good.”

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thedeviltohisangel · 1 month

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All The Things I Did (4): The Only Thing That I See

a/n: ok this is the one i warned you guys was horny but i'm sure its actually to our benefit. this is setting up the next couple big plot pieces: harding's arrival and his past with cass, john demoting himself to fly again, cass' next mission and a whole lot more. happy to chat about any of it//we had a great little sleepover in my inbox and i saved a couple to answer over the next few days. more interludes in the chute, submissions still open, and a new masterpost pinned to my blog. happy reading!

When Mary knocked on Cass’ door before the sun was out and warned her it was pancakes for breakfast, it meant the men were flying today. She was looking forward to this raid in particular as the coordinates for the U-boat pens had been passed to her by a new potential source during a previous trip to Belgium. Surveillance planes had confirmed their location but it meant that Colonel Huglin would want her to brief prior to wheels up. John wasn’t flying but he would be watching. She wanted to impress him. Offer him a little bit of insight into the work that she did. Show him the bumps and bruises were worth it if it brought the war to an end even a moment sooner.

He wasn’t outside waiting for her to get breakfast and her heart fell but she knew he was busy. A piece of her was curious what John Egan, Air Exec behaved like. She imagined he was more stoic and held quite the presence. Or maybe he was exactly the same and more of a pain in the Colonel’s side than anything else. Cass smiled to herself as she walked toward the HQ offices. Yeah, that definitely seemed more like her John.

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He was rifling through papers when she entered the bullpen, calling out headings to the navigators and dodging orderlies delivering cups of coffee. She dropped her jacket off at her desk without anyone noticing and approached the map with small airplanes meant to simulate the raid.

“A few degrees to the east, gentleman. Otherwise, you’ll miss the last loading dock.” Her fingers nudged the group of planes in the correct direction then she stepped back and let the stares wash over her. Deep breaths, Cass. You know you’re right.

“Gentlemen, surely you’ve all at least heard of Lieutenant Cooper. She is the one responsible for locating these pens for today’s raid.” Some of them nodded with respect, others rolled their eyes or scoffed. Most of them seemed ambivalent.

“I’ll be at my desk should any questions arise, Colonel.” Yet all of them could agree on staring at her backside as she walked away.

“You make a habit out of embarrassing the brass the morning of a raid?” She paused her typing with a smile and walked around her desk to meet him in the doorway. There were wildflowers behind his back and she gripped his chin to pull him down for a kiss.

“Good morning, Major.” John hummed with pleasure before going back in for one, two, three more kisses.

“Morning, doll.” His voice was huskier at this hour than she was used to. It sparked right between her legs. “You thought I forgot?” He produced the flowers from behind his back and handed them to her. As she did every morning, she brought them to her nose and blushed like a schoolgirl.

“First mission as Air Exec. Wouldn’t have blamed you if you did.” John stepped deeper into her office, closing the door behind him, as she tucked the latest bouquet into a vase on her desk that was already filled with his previous gifts.

“Would feel better if I was going up as a squadron commander.”

“You would say that.” Cass jumped up onto her desk, welcoming John between her legs with some light scratches on the back of his neck. “I, for one, am happy you’ve got two feet on the ground today.”

“That’s very selfish of you, Lieutenant Cooper.” He stepped closer and kissed her slow. Deliberate. Decisive. Dangerous. He kissed her like he flew. “I’ll stop flying when you stop spooking.”

“But then I wouldn’t get to see you all hot and bothered over my well being again.” John licked his lips as she fiddled with the knot of his tie. Cass wasn’t sure what was coming over her if not, just simply, the allure of John Egan. They had claimed each other publicly. All that was left was privately.

“Did that turn you on, Cass?” She nodded, pressing her chest against his as her tongue slipped between his lips and stirred an ache within him. “Do you like that they could walk in on us at any time?”

“Fuck, John.” Her lips moved to the column of his throat and he groaned at the nipping of her teeth. She was tempted to have him take her right there on the desk. He was tempted too. Wanted to rip those thin, tantalizing panty hose from her legs and hike her skirt around her waist. Had fantasized how soft the skin of her thighs would be. What she would taste like. How she would sound as he worked her over the edge again and again and again.

“Cass, baby, I want you so bad.” She was intoxicating. A siren at sea. At this moment, he was powerless to deny her anything.

“Then take me, sir.” God, he could die a happy man. He was pushing her skirt up her legs, Cass spreading them wider as she leaned back onto the desk and pulled John down with her when there was a knock on the door.

“Major Egan? Lieutenant Cooper?” Cass collapsed onto her back, panting with pent up tension, John catching himself with his hands on either side of her head.

“Just a minute,” John called. He dropped his sweaty forehead to her shoulder in defeat before standing to his full height. His mouth ran dry with a tease of lace, Cass tugging her skirt down to hide it from his starving eyes.

“You like lace. Noted.”

“I think I’d like anything that was on you.” He grabbed her hands and tugged her closer. “Or off you.” No longer able to control herself around John Egan, she stood on his toes and pressed up into his lips once more.

“Major Egan-”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” John stormed to the door and threw it open. “Private, I said we needed a minute.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” Cass chuckled as he scurried away, adjusting her jacket and grabbing her briefing materials from the drawer.

“Don’t go scaring them, John. We need young men to want to stay in.”

“He’ll be fine. I’ll apologize when your spell has worn off a bit.”

“Oh? There you go with that witch motif again.” He followed her out of the office, out of the building and into the daylight.

“Has to be some kind of explanation for the way you’ve got me wrapped your finger like this.” She stopped and turned to face him.

“Maybe it’s love, Major.” His retort went right back down his throat. How the fuck did she know? He had tried to say it the other night but had since thought better of it. He couldn’t risk scaring her off.

“Maybe.” She read the yes behind his maybe.

“Maybe,” she repeated, whispering. “We should go inside.” John nodded, stepping closer and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I just need one more minute.” It was a moment John had never really thought about. The moment you realize the woman you love, loves you right back. He wanted to engrave it in his mind, heart and soul. Never forget this feeling with her. Carry it with him until he didn’t have to be afraid of losing it anymore. “Cass? You mean a lot to me, you know that?”

“We’ll make it through this, John. Together.” He kissed her one last time before heading, because how could he help himself, the sound of together silencing all the doubt in his mind. If only for a little while.

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Cass sat quietly along the side of the room as Colonel Huglin unveiled the target for today’s mission and the unfortunate low-low position that the 100th would take. She looked around and tried to read if any of the men seemed nervous or had any understanding of what was about to happen to them. They were doing a good job of keeping it all at bay.

Eventually her eyes landed on John as they always did. He had recovered from their earlier tryst remarkably quickly. Cass was nearly positive she would need to replace her undergarments at the first available instance. Looking at him now only added to her need to shift and adjust in her seat. Back home, men were either ruggedly handsome and good with their hands or politely coiffed and intellectually impressive. For John Egan to somehow embody both was a figment of all her desires.

He caught her staring out of the corner of his eyes. Offered her a smirk and would have blown a kiss if he wasn’t sitting in the front row. As if she could read his mind, she blew a kiss of her own. John pretended to catch it and slip it into his pocket.

“Our intelligence officer, Lieutenant Cooper, will take it from here before Captain Becker delivers the weather.” Cass stood to the sound of whistles and cheers, a low chant of ‘Spook’ spreading throughout the room. John smiled but kept his decorum. Though that blush on her cheeks was going to make him go mad.

“Thank you for the warm welcome, gentlemen. Lights please.” The room plunged into darkness save for the screen she was using to deliver her brief. “Please note there are both naval and ground based anti-aircraft assets located along the Frisian Islands. Towards the mainland, you can expect concentrated flak from here all the way down to Bremen. Sources tell me they are radar enabled so they will have the capability to track you.” A hand shot up in the crowd.

“Ma’am? What kind of artillery are we looking at?”

“88 and 105.” She paused to see if there was follow up before continuing. “The most important aspect is your target to the northwest of Bremen if I could have the target map, please.”

There were no further questions, John standing to the side while she presented the bombardiers and navigators with supplemental files for the run. She didn’t offer them luck or tell them to fly safe. Just told them to remember their training and stick to the headings she had given them. Anything else would be empty words.

“I think they were very thoroughly briefed, don’t you?” Cass laughed as she gathered her maps and placed them back in her folder.

“Surprised I do more than run around Europe and get shot?” John looked at his shoes sheepishly but his jovial tone seemed to have slipped away.

“Shouldn’t joke about getting shot, Cass. Kind of scared me when that happened.” She touched his cheek gently.

“Once they all take off and you’re done being a leader of men, you can sit and read my report if you like. I’m positive your imagination is worse than the truth.” At least, she hoped it was. “You should go talk to Buck. Give him some parting thoughts.”

“You’re the one who told me there are no words to describe it.”

“Not to warn him or guide him. Just remind him why he’s going up there today and why he will again every time after.” His smile was tight lipped. Her words were very carefully chosen to not reflect the truly dire nature of their circumstances. He appreciated her for it. She held onto that quality as long as she could. Beyond the German surrender and the atomic bomb and the curiosity with what came next. But one day she would have to break. And she knew John would be there. He’d always be there. Had to.

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It was a couple hours later when he found her again. She looked like she was fighting sleep from behind her typewriter. John couldn’t help but admire the sight, almost regretting the gentle rap of his knuckles on her door.

“Leader of men here for Lieutenant Cooper.” She acknowledged his presence with a smile but kept her chin in her hand. “One plane back with mechanical issues. Just a waiting game.”

“You’re not good at patiently waiting, are you?”

“I think I’m being pretty patient with you. With us,” he added as he motioned around them. “An impatient man would have taken advantage of your offer this morning.” Cass scoffed and sat up. Good. John liked when she was at her full capacity to spar with him. Sometimes, he said something just to get her to banter.

“You only didn’t because of that poor man that knocked on the door!”

“Well, he’s not here now.”

“So, what’s stopping you?” She looked at him expectantly. As if she was actually curious if he would just sweep her desk clean and take her right then and there. She would let him.

“Time. Need to make sure there’s no limit to how long I can take.” Cass liked the sound of that. John taking his time to work her up and up then over. Not just once. Maybe not even twice. She knew what she would be thinking about all night.

“A consolation prize then?” There was a red folder dangling from her fingertips. “It can’t leave this room.” John took it, taking a seat with enough distance from her to keep his head clear of sinful thoughts.

She typed away quietly as he read, something domestic about the whole thing that made them both incandescently happy, only the occasional grunt of concern or impressed hum slipping from his mouth.

“They teach you how to do all this at spook school?”

“Most of it. Some just has to be instinctual. Kind of like your piloting. There is only so much to learn in a training environment before the real thing has to take place.” He looked down and reread the lines about the information she had received. How she had written the tangible impact these identifiers would have on the war. Wanted to skip over the part where the local police followed her after her meeting. How they turned her in and she took a beating but convinced the interrogators she was just lost. How she made her tourniquet out of ripped cotton and a stick.

“Cass, you’re fucking incredible, you know that?”

“It’s always nice to have a handsome man tell me.” Their thoughts matching, she met him on the other side of her desk and accepted his kiss eagerly.

“We always find ourselves here,” he said with a sigh, her cheek fitting in his palm and his thumb resting on the top of her cheekbone.

“Are you complaining?”

“Never.” He leaned back in, ready to seal the world off once more, when the sirens ran off. The planes were back. And with them, the real world.

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beanzfandoms · 8 months

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I Miss Her Too

Dean x Sam (Platonic), Sam x Sister! reader

Warning: Mentions of character death, cursing

Description: The brothers open up about their dead sister

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Dean releases a long sigh as he stares out at the parking lot of a raggedy motel on the side of the interstate. The flickering multi-colored sign bleeds into the inky blackness of the Impala, causing the pulse in the man's frustrated mind to burst against his skull repeatedly. Dean's knuckles were sickly pale in contrast to his freckled tan skin as he held the stirring wheel of the parked car in a vice grip.

His cheeks sag under the pressure of the heavy bags carried beneath his sad hazel eyes. The smile marks that tug at the edge of his lips barely show as a deep frown etches across his face. His usual neatly done hair now stuck out in a disheveled state.

Dean notices a tall shadow rising behind the illuminated brownish-white curtains in one of the rooms. The material tugs slightly from the window and soon enough the deep green heavy duty door opens to reveal his brother. He looks down at the wrapped burgers set on the passenger's seat and grabs them before exiting the car.

"These are cold," Sam remarks as Dean pushes them against his chest.

"There's a microwave for a reason," Dean grumbles in response and sits at the edge of the bed to take off his shoes.

"You do realize you got three," Sam asks softly after a short pause.

"We'll eat it later; It's no big deal."

""This was how (Y/n) liked it," Sam states while observing the content inside one of the burgers.

"I said we'll eat it later," Dean snaps. He snatches the wrapper from Sam's hands and lays it on the drawer between the beds. He keeps his back turned from his brother as the atmosphere becomes tense.

"Dean," Sam whispers. He presses his calloused palm against the eldest Winchester's shoulder. Dean looks over with a distressed expression and places his own hand over his brothers. "I miss her too."

"I'm sorry," Dean apologizes.

"Let's talk about it," Sam insists.

"No."

"Dean-"

"I can't."

"We promised her, Sam cries, "we promised her before she died that we wouldn't end up like this- distancing ourselves and pretending everything is alright when it isn't. We're letting her down."

"I know."

"I know? That's all you have to say? Dean, she was my sister too. She's gone now and faking a world where she still exists is just hurting us."

Suddenly, Sam slams into the wall with Dean's arm against his neck. Dean glowers over him, scrunching his nose into a snarl. "Don't talk about her like that," Dean mutters before releasing the pressure from Sam's body.

"It hurts me too. It was just the two of us, then she came along rocking our boat and it seemed like we were an unstoppable trio. It's going to be so hard going back to the way things were before bug showed up." Sam collapses on the bed as tears stream down his sun-kissed face.

Dean wraps his arm around Sammy in a brotherly hug. "(Y/n) was one hell of a gunslinger."

"Yeah," Sam smiles.

"And a brat too."

"Hey, she wasn't that bad; Although, she did have her moments."

"Your right."

"She kinda gets a pass for being a girl though."

"That's not what I meant- yes, but no- I meant it's good talking about her," Dean confesses.

"See, I told you."

"Alright, alright. I'm done," Dean whines as he gets up, "We may have opened up a bit, but we are not turning into a chick flick."

"We were having a bonding moment, you jerk!"

"Bitch."

"Really?"

"Rest up. We're leaving in the morning."

"Yeah, you too. I don't need you looking like a living corpse anymore," Sam comments.

"Shut up."

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A shiver trails up Sam's spine and his eyes jolt open in shock. The dark motel room was silent besides the soft snores coming from Dean's side of the room. A soft blue glow appears and shines over the popcorn ceiling. Sam immediately feels each of his tired muscles tense in alertness as the overwhelming foreboding thought that something else was in the room punches his gut.

He slowly reaches under the flat pillows beneath his head for his knife. His fingertips gently graze along the handle and he grasps it tightly. Sam settles his ragged breathing before springing to action. He rushes off the bed in a defense position, with the knife pointing threateningly at the figure leaning over Dean. A soft glow emits from their body as they brush their thumb over Dean's forehead with a gentle smile.

"(Y-Y/n)?" Sam asks feebly. The girl lifts her eyes to him, her (E/c) orbs glittering softly with curiosity. The knife falls from his hand and clatters to the carpeted floor. "You were dead..."

(Y/n) straightens herself, her brows furrowing.

"What happened, bug? Why show up now when we are finally getting over losing you?" Sam's voice cracks and he takes a step towards his little sister. "How exactly did you die?"

The deceased Winchester shakes her head, turning her body away. "Too soon," She gasps out, grabbing at her throat painfully.

"W-what?"

"Love you, Sammy," She whimpers out, before disappearing like smoke and the pale glow fades out.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)! Don't leave us again!" Sam scurries to unlock the door and runs out. He looks around in a panic, only to find empty cars in an empty parking lot.

"Sammy? What's going on?" Dean calls wearily from the inside, "What is it?"

"N-nothing. It's nothing."

Was he dreaming?

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i-am-church-the-cat · 6 months

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Logan Sargeant is a silly little guy

@vii-tto idk why but it wouldn't let me tag you. Hopefully you see this. also @spell-of-the-rain i added things if you want to check out 75-87

But here's the list of things i know/want to know about logan sargeant

Favorite Actor is Brad Pitt

Favorite Movie is Wolf of Wall Street

Favorite food is a hamburger

Has a boat and often goes deep sea fishing

Lived in London since he was 15

Lose Yourself by Eminem is his favorite hype up song

Is a Dolphins and Heat fan

Enjoyed “No Man, No Cry” by Jimmy Sax

Drinks iced lattes with oat milk

Pumpkin spice lattes?? Edit 12/16/23: No

Has been to Wimbledon

Knows what cricket is

Has a rescue dog named Coco

Also enjoys hockey Edit 11/1/23: Supports the Florida Panthers NHL team and has gone to at least 1 of their games with his friend Kyle Kirkwood

Does he follow college football?

What does he think of the new Miami head coach?

If not for motorsport, does he think he would have gone pro in a different sport, and if so which one?

Enjoys listening to 50 Cent (is also a big rap fan in general)

Can he speak any other languages with any degree of familiarity?

Cannot draw

Can make a sandwich (other foods?)

Rates all food from one bite and with weird decimals

Gritty-ed in his f1 car

Makes the Williams photographers look like they take good photos

Does he have an English or a Florida driver’s license? And does he still have US citizenship even though he lives in the UK? What kind of visa is he on?

Top three female athletes? (Serena Williams, Simone Biles, and Megan Rapinoe are all acceptable answers)

Collects Aussies and Kiwis for friends

Does he like the snow? Prefers the heat but does he like snow?

Does he like Missy Elliot? (Requirement)

“Basic Halloween Bitch”

Calls people “mate” but in an American accent which will never stop being funny

Eye Crinkles™️

Does not have a set eye color he’s just too mystical for that

Has never been to a concert (presumably too busy with racing)

He can swim, he can drive, but can he ride a bike? Edit 11/15/23: He can indeed ride a bike

American commercial cars or European ones?

Has an older brother but is like an older brother to Benny’s kid

Likes marshmallows

Does not like black beans

Did not think apple could be chips

Knows how to sail??

Knows how to golf

Can paddle (required for any F1 driver)

Lost the F3 championship in 2020 bc of a DNF in the last race

Can he sing??

Does he drink energy drinks? Red Bull or Monster?

He and Duracell are passionately making out

Blush is very pretty

Wears a lot of baseball hats

Somehow beat jet lag (expat king)

Mostly spends his nights in but he has some nights out (presumably very interesting ones)

Has an iPhone with a blue case

He looks very pretty in blue

His eyes are sometimes blue

Blue=fav color?? Edit 11/6/23: favorite color is Ocean blue (credit to @spell-of-the-rain)

Pretty insecure (armchair diagnosed anxiety)

Close with his brother and parents but maybe not his extended family?

Is Florida State his college team?? (Worst thing a man can be is a Florida St fan) Edit 12/16/23: believing that FSU got screwed over this year is acceptable

Did he graduate high school??

Did he ever consider going into NASCAR or did moving to Europe at a young age kind of set in stone his path towards open-wheel racing?

Hair is blond/dirty blond

Does he vote in American elections?? (If he supports RonD I cannot stan)

Burger Sauce™️

Logan Hunter Sargeant, certified Frat Bro, most American man ever

Has seen peaky blinder and presumably stranger things

Knows how to carve a pumpkin but has not celebrated Halloween at home in a bit

Possibly dating some instagram model

Caused $4 million in damages, gets payed $1 million a year, and supposedly brings in $30 million in sponsors

Key phrases: “Locked in”, “Bam/Boom”, “Done and dusted” Additions 11/1/23: "Oh hell yeah", "I think you're a little lost here, Chief". Additions 11/6/23: “Yeh” (gets quieter throughout the word (how it’s one syllable??)), “on the bounce” (credit to @spell-of-the-rain i believe)

Joined the Williams Driver Academy in 2021

Got stuck in F3 bc he didn’t have the money to move up

Driver for Carlin in 2022

Former teammates include Liam Lawson, Oscar Piastri, Frederick Vesti (Edit 11/6/23: Max Fewtrell possibly?)

DOB: December 31, 2000

5'11

Had a giveaway for gloves he used to win an F4 race on Twitter in 2017 and both Lando Norris and Max Fewtrell replied

Originally his number was 3 but he switched to 2 for F1 (to much fan consternation who thought he had so many better options)

Childhood best friends with Kyle Kirkwood, a current Indycar driver

Logan's older brother Dalton raced in NASCAR until 2018

Did a commercial for Sport23

Does not have cowboy boots as of COTA 2023

Born in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, USA

lived in Switzerland from 14-15(?)

knows the conversion rate for a kilometer

is taller than a tuna fish

Podiumed at the Macau Grand Prix in 2019

Won the CIK-FIA championship when he was 14 Additions as of 11/1/23

Loves waffles but they are not his favorite dessert

Very patriotic (oh hell yeah)

is the first American F1 point scorer in 30 years and the first one to score on home soil since 1989

Went to see the Nets in NYC (but would have preferred to see the Knicks)

has a custom Miami Dolphins jersey with his last name on the back

Claims to know all the lyrics to "Ice Ice Baby" (credit to @formulaaone) (Edited 11/6/23)

Additions as of 11/6/23:

Under the same talent agency as Alex Albon

Has the same manager as George Russell

George Russell was his mentor coming up

Went to a catholic private school (credit to @wenevrknew)

Does not like fish? (Credit to @spell-of-the-rain)

He runs weird (in my opinion as he reminds me of my brother when he was 12 (he ran very strangely))

Karted in Las Vegas when he was a kid

Can he drive a stick shift? (Alex believes he cannot)

Enjoys video games

Refers to his car as “she”

Knew how to attach a visor to his helmet prior to February(? Could’ve been March but before the season) 2023

Additions as of 12/16/23

Broke his arm in a 2014 German Karting Championship when Marcus Armstrong took him out at T1 (credit to @spell-of-the-rain )

Has gotten his head eaten by the Golden Knights mascot

If he could have any superpower, he would like to teleport

Has never flown a drone

Favorite racing movie is Talladega Nights (sad Mater noises)

Does not trust other people to drive him

Would rather sleep in then get up early

Considers himself fairly organized

His mother makes a very good sweet potato casserole

Got his habit of worrying from his mom

“Santa’s Little Helper”

Driving for Williams Racing Formula 1 Team in 2024

Got out qualified by his teammate every race of 2023

#logan sargeant #formula 1 #only one other person asked for this and they dmed me #but i'll make a post anyway #this is also an in progress list #so feel free to add stuff #logan lore list

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starryeyedjanai · 10 months

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AO3 | tumblr writing tag | drabbles

All fics are Steddie unless otherwise stated 💕

Highlights

Latest: if devotion is a river, then i’m floating away | E | 6k Greatest: surface-level freak | E | 7k | read on tumblr Kinktober/Flufftober/Eddie Month masterpost

One Shots

it takes two, not three (but i’m here anyway) | E | 18k | stomarol All things end and all things change. | E | 23k kinktober series on ao3 drifting past the fog | E | 4.1k | read on tumblr sitting between comfort and chaos | T | 5.7k | read on tumblr all that you've conquered was already yours | E | 2.3k | read on tumblr | stommy to be known | T | 3.7k | read on tumblr one hand gripping the wheel | E | 2.1k | read on tumblr bet. | M | 2.8k | read on tumblr the only thing i would change | G | 2.3k the night breeze carries something sweet | E | 5.4k | ronance a love like this, all it does is burn | E | 2.5k | ronance a lesson in not sinking alone | T | 1.6k

Series

outlaw eddie verse | there's an outlaw on Steve's farm

heard you fell from heaven for me | T | 3.8k the dark remembers you | E | 5.1k

hear, see, speak (no evil) | college roommate voyeurism au

bad bandit got some bad habits | E | 5.8k need to see you sweat | E | 3.8k

camboy alpha steve verse

rolling the devil’s dice | E | 3.9k pedal to the metal of your heart | E | 6.5k

Chaptered Fics

if i could hold you for a minute (i’d go through it again) | E | 30k Steve and Eddie didn't know they were soulmates until Eddie was pressing him up against the wall of the boat house with a broken bottle to his neck. Somehow in all the years of Steve casually knowing of Eddie’s existence, they had never touched before then. | Steddie Big Bang 23 | Complete 3/3

you and me and a lot of bad decisions | E | 8k | read on tumblr Steve and Eddie decide to have sex on vacation. And then they keep deciding, and deciding, and deciding | WIP 1/4 chapters posted

it's never enough, but I wanted it to be | M | 6.2k 5 Christmases post-breakup where Steve is hurting +1 Christmas where he's not | WIP 2/3 chapters posted

Tumblr ficlets/blurbs

vibin' - steddie microfic challenge (read on ao3) rated: E steve having an oh. moment about eddie steve gets a panicked text from eddie about a snapchat he sent steve is getting married to someone else give in - steddie microfic challenge (read on ao3) tell me (everything will be alright) (read on ao3) Steve Harrington, cat whisperer (read on ao3) steve, who sees ghosts time loop steddie thoughts - angsty "i was made for kissing you" blurb hockey rivals the government uses NINA to wipe everyone's memories falling in love through writing fic in the 80s

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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Sinking Ships. | L.JN (M)

prologue- “Darling I know what you desire.” + “You have bewitched me.”

summary: lee jeno is a son to a wealthy aristocrat man who sails all over the world. therefore jeno has always felt at home on a ship, he decides to join his father on the expedition. however a dark storm overtakes them, but it wasn’t only Mother Nature who was their enemy. it was something below the horrific maddening seas.

tw- siren x human. sailor!jeno. horror. deaths mention. fantasy romance. dark content such as fighting scenes, gore can be mentioned. graphic detailed scenes. smut. romance. fluff. love at first sight but slow burn. Breeding. Penetration. Oral receiving female. Edging. Jeno big dick agenda. Boob play. Marking (hickeys.)

notes- Siren By Kailee Morgue is the whole inspiration this fic . KINKTOBER FIC

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Jeno knew it would be a heinous suicide mission to get pass the horrific turning of events. The sea was too placid for a sanguine moon. There was a storm a-brewing.

The boat began to roll from side to side and the temperature dipped all of a sudden. Dark clouds obscured the moon above. As the crew mates gave in the chaos losing their calming focus, soon overlapping screams erect the boy’s ears .

“Captain we are heading straight at it!” The crocked tooth man shouts.

“Hold on the steering wheels. We can make it through.” Mr Lee orders confidently as he gets out the long scope peeking at distance of the black clouds shifting into a tornado almost. Jeno couldn’t believe the captain’s words, just sit still and await to be hit?

Jeno reaches up the wooden steps to the front of the wheel where the sailor controlling the shit with a wooden implant leg and fancy looking clothes of navy block the view. The captain turns to look at Jeno who has a face of suspicion and doubt.

“Father I think you’re trying to get us killed.” Jeno openly admits.

“Son as a man of the sea i know how to control the storms itself. I’ve survived plenty. This is nothing. In fact there are much scarier things for you to worry about.”

The wealthy man tells calmly as if it were factual. Though no one dares to stop the man, the crew-mates have no choice but to trust their leaders choices. But for Jeno he can’t see this going well. In his heart there is doubt, fright, and finally a bit of rebellion. The young man moves over to the side to watch the crashing waves fighting against the large black ship. Something in the water was going against them, Jeno would see multiple reflections in them. Until a human hand pops to the edge.

A sweet sickening voice resembling a distressing damsel, crying out for help, withholding a beauty unlike any other saw before. The other cremates look down in shock and awe, some moving to get the ropes.

Jeno watches with a raised eyebrow. How did they end up surviving such crashing waves and not drown? And how the hell did they fall in? The boy was left questioning this, eventually another girl caught his attention on the rock nearby in the faint distance. Singing. Singing a humming tune.

The world through the young aristocrat’ eyes become in a slow motion. The young boy staring at the beautiful golden locks, silky as seaweed and skin as glistening as the rain dripping. The young woman singing with her alluring voice change the storm ahead to become weaker and steady. Jeno looks at the front of the ball of storm tornado, seeing it disappear like magic. He gapes at the magic he is seeing for the first time ever, did she just make the storm go away?

When the young sailor was to look back at the woman, he simply couldn’t when a large yelp and a splash brought him to reality where the world was back speeding to something more maddening awaiting them. Something dark waiting for their weak spot.

The men on the ship shout in horror backing away but then a striking dark blue with fins as elbows pull on their bodies, dragging them into the swallowing sea,.

Jeno turns to his father in shock. “Father looks like we have another problem.”

Mr Lee unlocks the gun with silver bullets in, a rich fanatic hunter ready to shoot anyone and anything to its mercy who lands on his ship unannounced. Jeno doing the same thing, he unlocks the gear with his sword pointing at the front covering the idler’s back. Silence crept but not for long as the hungry sirens were on their way to capture every single man on sea. Through their unravelling black past of sins and revengeful desires in their hearts to defeat any sailor who rules on their territory; shall see the hands of their master and the drowning terror beneath the ocean where they shall never see light, skies and civilisation again. Jeno walks cautiously to the edge shooting on the water repeatedly till one revealing its true form, a Siren. Screaming at the bullets hitting on the hip lining.

“It’s a siren!” The man shouts across readying their own weaponry as Jeno and the captain stand side by side shooting once again. But even a man with a gun couldn’t be helped.

“Father look out!”

The captain soon felt a dragging force from his hem clothing, with a pull he was dragged on the edge, but a hand with muscular chisel out of statue held on tight, desperately as he cries for the captain’s safety. Praying endlessly.

“Father! Hold on please I’ll bring you to safety.” Jeno reassures as he grunts ,dropping the gun into the gear closing it— using the free hand to hold on to his father who was dragged by more than one siren now. The dangerous-looking fish like mermaids though without the humanoid form, they were simply bugs in the ocean. Jeno curses them in his head, as they were latching on his father’s body one by one, the force was far too strong.

He wasn’t ready to have his father die. Jeno is not going to let the sirens have their ways. The boy yells in anger as his muscles contract pulling on his father’s heavy body mass. The sirens soon had no power against such man strength. It was as if the young aristocrat’ son was an one man army. The strength out-done them with two arms versus five sirens, insane— for a human, he was strong alone. His father felt the swap exchange but he shouts at his son’s selfless actions.

The sirens found a new interest in the youngling. When Mr Lee was swapped thrown on board of the ship, the sight of Jeno looking at his father with a soft smile. “Jeno…no..you foolish boy” the captain aching groans with his hands weakly reaching to grab his son to safety, as he saw those black claws and deep blue hands slowly wrapping round the boy,

He was pulled down the ship and fell into the submerged sea chewing the human into endless pieces scattering into the deep black unknown. With voices of cackled and to witchery waiting to happen to him. In peace Jeno lies down in the blankets of sea, accepting death and welcoming it with a warm embrace. Even through the Black Sea, Jeno saw the beautiful glossing ingenious moon brightly shunning the way, they churned grimly in the night sky when a sudden striking swimmer came forward.

The vision was blurry all he could see was a beautiful silhouette of a young woman, with the same sickening voice he has heard before, the woman touched his face and in the moment Jeno was close to drowning with no oxygen left in the lungs. The invitation of grim reapers has a place for him on the list. Jeno is nothing more but a winnowing fermented rippling corse of the calming sea.

“Stay alive please.” The voice softly said with pleas, the boy couldn’t reply even if he wanted to as the next minute he felt a pair of lips softly scrape the edge on to his blue cold. Middle of the ocean of nowhere, a young dime saviour, his true knight in shining armour…

Has evoked life in him.

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Freshly smell of rain and seaweed soon overtakes the man’s nostrils. The wealthy lord lands on an island middle of nowhere, by the shore, muddied into the sand with it’s rich clothes; hair soaking wet and lips as purple as the sunrise early morning. He was near resembling a corpse but thankfully, he were breathing.

Eyelids shakily open waking up to a small monkey staring down at the man’s face ahead, jeno flinches in panic screaming as he crawls away, pushing the animal away from his face where he stood with those two skinny legs.

“Holy- god. Where am I. I’m not dead.” Jeno exclaims loudly as he ran hands on through the body looking around he was met with the calm bright blue sea with yellow glint of the perfect clear sunny weather, a complete contrast to the memory he holds from last night.

The monkey cackles watching the man look scared as he climbs up on the palm tree branch to the top. The monkey whistles, like a call for someone. Jeno looks up suspiciously, soon those doubtful thoughts came to light when a young woman was swimming on shore.

“You’re alive. That’s a relief.” You would say with a happy beam. The worries from earlier leave her body system fast.

Jeno turns around to the young sight of the girl he saw before on the rock singing. She saw the boy’s jaw drop and eyes threatening to fall out of the sockets. He gurgles on his saliva unable to speak with what he saw. The woman he saw earlier with a tail on a rock singing at the storm. The woman who had the same exact voice as the one he heard under the water when he nearly drowned. Except now the woman was…

“You…you have legs.” Jeno stammers pointing at the feet in the shore digging inside the sand. The woman looks down at them as she soon remembers, the punishment.

She hums turning to look at Jeno. She fakes a smile, a happy one.

“Yeah. You like them?”

The man stays quiet turning around with hands on his head, thinking what the hell happened, clearly this wasn’t a dream as much as he wishes it was, neither did it make sense in reality. Last time he checked the ship was ambushed by sirens and last time he fact-checked in the library months ago that sirens cannot have feet! Yes they can shift into human disguises but only the upper half of their body. Hence why sirens rely on water to hide away their lower half which is a tail. But this woman in front of him looks so human to the point she has feet.

Jeno rubs his head when a striking headache hit the sides on the temple. He rubs them, grunting.

“This doesn’t make sense. You’re a siren aren’t you?” Jeno interrogates quickly as he walks forward but stops midway when she looks back at him. The girl even held this happy smile whenever he spoke to her, she was surprisingly calm and happy of the situation; which made him even more weirded out. He was feeling lost, abandoned, terrified and worried. She hums out agreeing.

“Yeah. Well. I was.” You pause.

“Was..?” Jeno follows up on her words as if he was awaiting an explanation. But she only gave him a simple nod. “Yeah, was.” She repeats.

He groans what was he expecting from a siren, seriously of course She wouldn’t tell him what he wants to know. Jeno shakes his head as he turns around the island forest awaiting him, he looks down to his bare feet. Great, I lost my shoes. Jeno thought. The man has to think for a while, maybe if he gets on top of the mountain on this island he can perhaps scope the area with his eyes and figure out where the hell he is. He’s on his own, technically. He has no intentions of teaming up with a siren who became human, especially when sirens are wicked witches of the ocean that he will terminate for ever ruining his life upside down.

He prays his father is safe. Jeno sighs walking forward but then a short live shout from behind took attention. He turns around noticing the young girl struggling to stand up and when she did, her balance was destroyed as she fell behind .

Jeno didn’t know why he reacted to help her even though he made his decision of abandoning the creature. He doesn’t know why his hands moved on his own, embracing the woman to no fall down into the swallowing ocean backwards. She gapes openly as her hands latch on the rich-like suit and the white dirt shirt, clenching as if her life depend on it. The human girl felt the warm from his breathe hitch when she had looked into his eyes so innocently .

Curse your eyes, Jeno thought. The way she looks so human made him conflicted it enough, it struck chaos in between the mind and the heart, because his heart feels gratitude for the stranger yet the mind can only replay the sirens ambushing the ship from last night over and over again as if it were a memory to haunt him forever.

“Thank you.” You tell softly and Jeno lets go off her body, but the moment he did she was so close to collapse on the ground again. The legs were shaking so much and she had no balance recognition, it is as if she doesn’t know how legs work. How her body works.

Jeno held her again this time by the waist so she would stand still. The girl looks at him, blinking continually as she felt the sudden tension rose. She held her breathing in, saliva stuck in the middle of her throat as the handsome man was watching her darkly and glaring; she knew he hates her probably, and she cannot blame him for doing so. But she doesn’t want him to look at her like he wants to make her disappear and cease to exist.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers as Jeno lifts her body with erase, to be honest he himself was surprised to feel that she weights barely anything, he didn’t need to try to lift her up in his arms bridal style. The boy didn’t say much but starts to walk into the forest. She felt her face go warm for some reason, unable to detect why her heart was beating so fast and this feeling of her body tickling everytime she focuses on the way his arms had her wrapped underneath the worn out dress grasping edge of her thighs and legs in process.

She couldn’t help but wonder where he is taking her, the human girl casually spoke.

“So where are you going?” She asked with a smile.

Jeno looks down at her, warningly speaking. “If you talk and ask questions I’ll drop you.”

“Ah…noted.” She whispers under her breathe. Perhaps it’s better to not speak to him right now. Instead you found your new friend, Monkey, to be a pleasant friend. The monkey following your traces from above swinging from trees to tree.

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The destination wasn’t necessarily planned. Jeno knew there is no way he would make it on top of the mountain in a day, but at least he could make a journey start halfway. The man walks through the forest casually as he was carrying the girl in arms. He didn’t tell her where he was going, the journey was as silent as a grave; it made y/n’s skin pinch with anxiousness to see the man become so quiet.

It’s not like you know him but you know when you can tell the person is absolutely raging inside and he isn’t exactly happy with you tagging alone even though he seemed to be in conflict at the same time? Yeah well that’s exactly how you feel that he’s feeling towards you right now. She didn’t mean to put you into this situation, but somehow when you involved yourself it did make it possibly a little worse.

You felt his feet stop on the ground of leaves burrowing beneath the bare feet of his. You were dropped down on the rock softly as Jeno simply walks away down the hill where he heard a stream of water running.

By the time you guys finally took a stop he was walking for a minimum of four and a half hours straight without food or water. He must so thirsty, you thought. As you tried your best to stand up you couldn’t, falling back on the rock flat.

“How the hell can humans walk using these.” You roughly complain. The monkey jumps from the tree branches and on the girl’s shoulder as he gurgles noises.

“You’re right i should try.” You agreed to your new monkey friend who was completely right, you should force yourself to adapt to this new form you have. Surely it can’t be easy but that’s when the power of practice will help you.

The girl wearing this worn-out dress, multiple holes poking out, bare feet and with beautiful silky neat hair resting on the back. You stand up with the monkey on the shoulder balancing as you were beginning to shake roughly. But you limp forward a little and little each time, until you slowly made your way closer to the man who was resting by the river in the middle , with a sharp wooden stick sharpened by the edge of his gear.

He was fishing, you thought. The woman limps forward more until you fell into the floor on your knees panting a little, proudly. The monkey winches off the shoulder and into the mini big rocks resting there in the lake.

Jeno curses as he hasn’t got any fish thanks to god’s luck only. The man puts the wooden spear away as he gets out of water joining you by the side.

“At this rate we will starve.” Jeno states apathetically and you wobble upwards. “You can’t just give up. Fishing is a sport of patience.” You encourage.

He hears those encouragements of words but somehow he felt so numb by this situation, he was starting to wish he was dead instead. You purse your lips into a thin straight line watching him. “I don’t need your words alright. You can barely walk either. You’ll die at this rate as well.” Jeno bluntly tells the truth. The only difference is he’s accepting death too fast and you are declining death.

The monkey jumps onto the man’s shoulder pulling on the ears angrily as if he was scolding Jeno for saying such words to you. Jeno hisses pushing the Monkey into his hands holding it in the grasp.

“Right that’s it we’re having monkey tonight.” Jeno threatens with a roar. The monkey only snarls in response until you jump into grabbing the monkey back. The man looks up at you in disbelief.

“Yah that’s our chance of surviving. We have to eat the monkey.” He said.

You mewl, remarking. “Absolutely not. Kong is my friend. We will not eat my friend and ally of this forest.”

In disbelief the man said nothing but a scoff that he cannot believe his ears and eyes, what else was he expecting seriously? You were a siren and of course you would make friends with a bloody monkey on this island and even name it as if it were a person! And you named it Kong. Kong after the giant monkey that was a myth to children. He sighs defeated laying on the floor. “I’ll go and make a campfire then. Do whatever you want, as if i cared.” Jeno states , going up and walking away into the forest to go and grab resources for a small campfire.

The monkey hisses watching the man walk away and leave. You pet Kong’s head signing. “Don’t mind him. He’s just aggravated because he misses his family. Let’s go fishing how do you feel about that?” You positively beam once again and the monkey gave a nod. The two of you start joining in the lake calmly.

At first you subconsciously swim in the hollow lake stream bending down as you lift your dress a little and the monkey doing so too going inside the water. You two become real quiet when watching the streams.

You remember that when you were a siren, swimming with fishes, you learned to adapt to their length of swimming and timing. The sirens are made predators of the ocean and each siren pod has a queen. The queen is the most influential and powerful leader for the sirens and she holds magical powers to control everything, in other words she is the queen of the ocean.

If she orders, the Sirens do it without a thought twice about it. But you were different.

The moment you felt a fish slither in the water you quickly grab it with your hands right and proudly shout. The monkey jumps up excitedly as you pierce the fish with the wooden stick.

One fish down. One more to go.

By the time Jeno came back with sticks and stones to build the campfire you were still fishing and he would watch you in secret. The woman was more than capable of hunting as if she still had those instincts imprinted in the brain, you were one with water and the water was one with you, the way you sang sweet melodies with your voice strung him back to the time he felt allured by you completely. You are a beautiful woman with such strong traits it’s impossible to not feel the human heartbeat to not skip a beat around you.

With the final fish cut down into a wooden stick you approach the man with a wooden stack with fire made in front. Kong and Y/n made the way back, the three of you had some food for the night.

Jeno rests nearby the fire watching the fish cook on the stick. You rest with your knees to the chest, the woman staring at the fire with foreign emotions. Sirens never met fire in their life, unable to really, but the unknown element looks so passionate and beautiful you feel almost sorry for the sirens that they are unable to see such a thing with their eyes. Jeno took a glance to your complementing face, with a hint of worry in his tone he tugs you with words.

“What are you thinking about?” The man asks pondering on your state. The human girl breaks away from the fire and turns to gaze at Jeno, watching the fish cook.

You purse your lips apart watching the beautiful man next to you. “The food.” She lies.

The wealthy man let’s out a soft chuckle run out before pulling the fish away, he nudges you to take it before he took the raw fish which he starts to cook too. You pull the cook food closer as you nibble on it, though it was hot you felt your lips burn.

“Ouch!” You’d quietly wail as you touch your scorn lips, a soft flinch jolts through your body when the man rushes to your aid lifting the face by your chin. He looks at the upper lip with a soft sign. “It’s not terribly burnt. That’s a relief.” He breathes and you lick the sore area with your tongue.

“You’re such a klutz.” He throws at you in shock. It’s absolutely crazy how clumsy you actually are and you cannot argue with that either. The human girl rubs the back of her head as she pulls on the fish instead, then she eats it with small pieces. He watches you eat carefully now, he smiles unconsciously at the sight.

There was a moment where he found you endearingly loving. You’re such a brave and fearless girl who doesn’t give up so easily, but there is this clumsy girl who cannot be left alone otherwise you’d seriously harm yourself without knowledge. You speak to a monkey and named it even, Jeno still thinks you should’ve let the monkey be your dinner tonight considering it was less time consuming but you were happy to have the monkey live.

The mind goes back to the moment underwater where he was almost a goner of death but thanks to you, the way your lips gave up a bright light of life into him. He wonders why you saved him.

“Why did you save me back then when i was drowning…”

Jeno probed at you when flashing his eyes on you he was met with your large pupils that hold a story to be told. In no doubt there was a whole story that he isn’t aware of, the wealthy man couldn’t imagine such things you go through to where you are right now. The both of you are outcasts. Y/n slowly bites on the bottom lip shortly, turning back to the fish, you put it down on the stand. The monkey moves away from the scene and you hold your hands together, watching your feet.

What was the reason you have legs? Why did you save this man called Lee Jeno? And at what price and cost?

The woman’s voice came out as quiet as the winter’s snow approaching the city. Voice like down feathers floating in the air endlessly. The man watches you keenly as you take your time. Rubbing the hair strand behind the ears, the campfire dancing in front warmly sending its heat in the bodies from a suffering cold. “I saved you because you were dying, you see, I never intended on ambushing you and your father’s ship.”

“What I get for saving you from the other sirens, I lost my tail and i became human. I tried to keep you safe when the queen punished me for not doing as I was told. For going against her i am now stuck on this island too.”

Jeno sways forward. “Do you regret helping me?”

“No. Never.” He hears her gasp exclaiming loudly. He couldn’t help but smile a little. “I’m glad. Thank you for risking your life for me.”

“I can’t regret saving you. I feel so much for you.” You smile through your expression as he held your face closer. The way he slowly wraps a hand on your cheek brushing it with his thumb lightly, you felt your face heat with colour flushing to the surface. The way your eyes dilate together, as on you feel your heart beat together; Jeno murmuring softly. “You’ve bewitched me, Y/n.”

You purse your lips together as you mutter. “Darling I know what you desire.” You pause before looking away. “But it’s not me you want.”

Jeno let’s go off your face looking down. He wasn’t sure what he wants. Unlike you he wasn’t sure what he was feeling towards you but you were delusional, letting your heart feel any glimpse of hope to reciprocate feelings. Perhaps he has bewitched you.

“I don’t know what i want.” Jeno deadpans. “But I do know that i feel something for you. I’m just not sure what it is.”

“Perhaps.. this can help me figure it out.” Jeno slowly starts as he leans forward capturing your lips in a hold. You close your eyes in the moment, finding comfort in the slow soft kiss that Jeno has offered. He gently holds you close and you follow.

The way your feelings spark like a firework going crazy, he felt his heartbeat thumping and thumping over again like a wheel spinning. Y/n’s hands reach to the front of his shirt clutching it tightly, wrinkling it. He sweeps back the girl’s hair, humming in the kiss when it broke. Your eyes flutter open meeting his, quivering to reconnect lips again but you bury the urge to do so.

“Did you find your answer yet..?” Y/n softly asks. Jeno let’s out a pant, bringing you to an embrace. I did, I found the answer. he thought to himself.

“I have.” He states. “I can’t let you go again.” He reveals. Jeno is not planning to leave without you, you’re coming back with him home. He’s going to give you a new life. Jeno will take care of you.

In return, he will follow his true feelings for you.

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Over the course of a few days it was survival and nothing else. Both Y/n and Jeno have travelled together through thick and thin, running into dangerous snakes on the island strain them with panic but nevertheless Jeno made a smart escape plan by ignoring the defensive creatures as they won’t attack unless you’re near them. Y/n learned to walk around on her own very slowly, with a held of a hand of course (Jeno). It seems like the more days closes in on them being together, doing these activities and survival as one, looking out for each other like teammates— it only increased their relationship to blossom like a blooming flower in spring. A withered thing at first changing into this brand new healthy sprout. It was crazy to Jeno, he cannot stop his mind from thinking about you; every second of the day he is wondering what you’re up to and if you’re safe and haven’t got eaten by some wild boar in this large forest caving in.

You’re the same though. You keep being drawn to the human man, with his exposed abs through the white blouse shirt wealthy men wear, his chiselled hourglass body only makes you fantasise of how it feels to be on top of it. Sometimes you stare far too long until he saw you staring so intensely at his back and waist like you were daydreaming, which you were, but in no way were you going to tell him that. Jeno would tease you, laugh with you or at you; he’d try to not find your stares across the pathway at him adorable but he cannot help it. You’re cute, resembling a lost puppy following him around.

On the fifth day still stuck on the island, the two land themselves on a village in the island residing with native tribes and such. Though with minimal English, they welcomed the two together. Surprisingly they were keen on keeping them to safety along with Kong joining the bunch too.

“You seem like a wealthy young man. How did you land on our island?” The native leader keenly asks as he sat down in front of the gazing fire pit . Jeno softly bows his head as he looks at Y/n, holding her hand when he saw her become anxious. It’s a first time as a human being in civilisation other than Jeno, of course you’d be stressing.

As he held her hand the native took notice of the small gesture but spoke none of it. Y/n smiles quietly taking in the hand and tightly holding on it, like it was a rope to safety.

“My ship ran into a storm and i happened to fall off board with my wife. We woke up on the shore far from here.” Jeno announces thickly.

Though he simply cannot mention sirens otherwise they would start to suspect you in the story, Jeno had to make a fake identity for you. He looks at you with a warm expression as you make eye contact with the native, bowing your head at him to avoid eye contact. The shyness mixing with anxiety was not the most reliable combination right now. The native man softly sighs.

“Ah we have a couple.” He congratulated. “I’m sorry for your situation. We have a radio here from our last sailors that came cross to this island. Maybe you can contact your father’s ship through that technology. I’m afraid I still don’t quite understand it.” The leader tells and Jeno nods.

“Will do. Thank you for letting us stay.” Jeno said with indent gratitude to the man. It’s been a long time since he’s been helped. You do the same, thanking him. The monkey reappraised as he sat on Jeno’s shoulder clapping.

The man smirks eyeing the monkey as he pin points it with the wooden cane at the animal on the man’s shoulder “You have a smart friend guiding you all along.”

Your eyes light up as you spoke, cheerfully ending it as you pet Kong’s head. “He came to us from the start. Suppose he owns the island.”

Jeno was met with your engagement in the conversation when speaking about your friend, Monkey, the way your eyes light up praising the animal as well as talking with the person in front made you look so humanised. He just knows you’d love it back at his hometown. It would fit you from head to toe, the people, the ships, animals seem to love you anywhere you go, As if you were a princess.

You felt Jeno stand up as you follow him bidding goodbye. The boy makes his way inside a tent belonging to you as well as the radio machine to contact civilians such as ships on broad nearby. You and Kong sit down as he lets go off your warmly kept hand, looking round the tent it seems spacious enough for the two of you to sleep at. Now the whole village knows you’re a couple you have to go and act along with it. Jeno wraps his hands on the buttons pressing on the numbers, waiting for the long static deadpan white noises to end and give a human voice but no reply. He lets out a frustrated sigh. Y/n can tell and see the way his eyebrows knit together and him clenching the jaw, he was getting upset by the lack of replying to his message and voice notes sending to anyone nearby. You crawl gently to the boy, putting a hand on his thigh with a small squeeze sending him to look at you.

You carefully linger as you rub your head on his shoulder bringing him in a warmth embrace to let him know patience is virtue. You tell him of course your father is safe and looking for you. The words sent him long peace of clarity in the situation, perhaps he needed to hear this from someone.

That his father wouldn’t stop looking for him. That he will return back home safely. That he will see his older sister and mother in open arms holding him tightly. And that he will bring you home with him, to share the happiness with you.

“It will be okay. We can keep trying tomorrow as well remember.” Y/n babbles to the sailor who softly smiles nodding.

“Mhm you’re right.” He hums, pulling away from your body to shut the radio off. Jeno sighs, before looking around the tent and the shared double bedding. “I hope you don’t mind sharing the tent with me.”

You shake your head. “Of course not. I’d rather sleep with you than sleep alone in a village we just met. I don’t think i can sleep alone here.”

He smiles upon your honesty that he so admired about you from the moment he met you. There wasn’t a time where you shown traits of sirens that are foretold in fairytales and information sailing books. He studied your kind, they aren’t meant to be trusted. They are wicked and seductive, using their appearance and beautiful voice to lure men for their lustful desires and then later, murder them in cold blood for revenge. But y/n never shown anything like that to Jeno. You’re far too kind, far too selfless and happy to be something so evil.

You’re a happy vitamin in a human form. Jeno brings his head down to your thighs where he rests on your legs suddenly . He hears a soft yelp from your lips in surprise to feel the way he plops on your curve thick legs resting on them if they were a pillow. He had his eyes closed resting so peacefully on you.

Little did he know that you were blushing so hard it’s going to be super annoying to hide it. But even though you were as red as rose petals, you were stuck on watching his strong structured face. He was handsome, no mistake on that. The little mole on his cheek rests there as you rub your soft thumb on it, stroking his face so carefully . Watching him happens to be your favourite activity. When he was on the ship, you would stare at the boy scoping in the distance, laughing and singing with his sailor crew mates. The way he happily follows in his father’s footsteps as he was his role model. The wind brushing in the thick black hair. You were bewitched by him, by a human. Mayhaps it was love at first sight for you.

You just knew the moment your eyes land on him, he was the one for you. Y/n moves her lips forward to softly peck the sleeping man softly. Jeno feels the pair of lips landing a loving kiss, the moment she pulls away by a few inches to see if he was still asleep, Jeno’s eyes carefully open as he saw a pair of eyes already looking at him. The moment felt so perfect. Nothing distracting them. The atmosphere was relaxing and quiet, no words were spoken between the two, only their eyes held in contact watching one another with equal amount of want and need. It’s like they were communicating with their eyes.

A pair of hands grasp the girl’s face on both sides as Jeno lifts himself up softly kissing her lips back. The girl calmly returns the action, with same amount of passion pouring in it like it were a bucket of love meter. The man falls on top of you, holding you in a place as he caressed your body with whatever he pleases. Stroking your legs up to your waist. He pulls away leaving the kiss break with a soft gasp from both. He pleas,

“You can touch me.” Jeno tells as you watch him sending a soft nod, your arms didn’t waste a second before latching on his neck reconnecting your lips with him again.

Emotions rise up high like the ocean waves, Flowing forward and backwards in the gentle cradling rockabye; the night became an escalating Black Sea hole, sinking everything to savour the moment high. The bodies slipping off their clothes reside in each other’s warm, the small lamp on the side put out as they found comfort in the darkness and with each other’s bodies. The two swapping positions continually until settling for one. As well as becoming quiet like the wind to not get caught. Jeno found the escaping moans that weren’t able to be controlled or swallowed like the unpredictable sea to be the most soothing sounds he has ever heard.

She found pleasure to be Jeno and only him. Never once have the woman experienced such a thing or desire to do this in her life. The human body that you are still getting used to was much sensitive than you ought to think it would be. A simple action from jeno with his fingers resting at your wet folds or his fingers putting you in a clenching contraction of your insides, was enough to sent many impulses in your body to quiver in endless blooming emotions. It was insane, how a man you love could look so mesmerising on top of you, with his head stuck in between your legs, devouring you from the sensitive clit rushing with blood inside.

Your moans were either swallowed or softly let out, but it was getting harder to do so when you felt the air leave your lungs so quickly with each moan. At times you were mewling into your hands, which left Jeno to darkly grin at you, the sight of your flushed pale face going red, eyes turning teary eyed and your lips bitten deeply to be as quiet.

“I-I can’t no’more.” You pant heavily pulling your hand forward on the man’s chest as he looks up from your soaking pussy. He couldn’t help it, getting lost in making you come so many times. He gently wraps his fingers to interlock on your hand, kissing your arms with a deep breathy voice.

“You can take it. One more, Y/n.” He promises to you, he saw the way your voice tightens after a swallow as you nod.

Whatever he says you do, wanting to give yourself up for him was a mere underestimation. You’d do anything he wants if he asked for, and you know he would do the same. A ride or Die was perhaps the right definition but at the same time it was even beyond that. When he reconnects his lips to your soaking womanhood, the orgasm you fought hard was let go and as you did, a long awaiting waterfall came out spouting in his mouth. He keenly took all of it before wiping his mouth, as he was met with your arching body.

How badly you were aching for him, it felt like a burning sting that couldn’t be put out unless he enters you now or never. You whine. “I need you so badly. Tell me you feel the same way.” You whisper to the man you love dearly.

“I need you and only you, my beautiful Y/n.” He said without a hesitation, an equal amount of desperation for you to be his and only his to see like this. Jeno will take you home, he will marry you even if his parents will not approve, Jeno will never leave your side. The words left a printing memory in your heart as a sudden sprung of your Red Sea walls stretch at the mere girthy length. The thick lining breaking apart, you bury your face in your lover’s chest as your trembling arms pin themselves on his neck. Jeno took his time with you, as he doesn’t want to hurt you for the first time and it was his first time too.

He doesn’t want to rush such a beautiful moment with you underneath him. Jeno himself fights the urge to not just ram in you as your warm insides wrap themselves on his cock following his shape perfectly. He lets out a loud grunt, which made you think he isn’t the only one feeling overwhelmed with such emotions. You bring him into a kiss, where he swallows his moans in to be quiet.

It wasn’t a minute later till he had your wet insides squelching loudly the more the hips thrust forward like a pivoting machine without a breaking stop. The heavy weight from above made every hitting movement memorable for your body to have loss of common sense. The way he had to challenge himself mentally to not release so early, but it was hard when you felt amazing and the way you were reacting to him makes it hard to control the situation itself.

Y/n chokes on a few overlapping moans when he only fastens the peace, you could tell he was only getting closer and closer with each messy body lining in you, ramming right in to the womb. He deeply sighs in the air. “Your insides are pulling me closer and closer— fuck— I won’t last .” He couldn’t form a proper sentence but somehow you caught on with your daze expression you shake your head.

“Please I need you inside. Don’t let a single slip out.” You urge into begging to the man who felt his eyes darken at your order. You’re going to be the death of him, that’s for sure. With your sweet alluring voice that sounds like ocean’s music to his ears, he couldn’t say not you. Jeno has always found your voice to be the most important. He could go on days listening to you.

He grunts. “Anything for you. I’ll give you anything and everything, you just have to ask.” Jeno said like it were a threat because of how serious he was about this. He will do anything and everything for you. Ask for the world and he shall proceed. Ask for the entire seas and he will do so.

You close your eyes tight when he had lean closer to your neck kissing it deeply as he sucks on your exposed necktie and down to your beautiful perky breasts, whilst still completely going rampage inside you by the way he never dared to flaw his pace down. Then the expecting has happened when Jeno deeply exhales a breathe, your insides fuming with Jeno still inside; he has filled you up with his own fluids that has sent you to paradise. He saw stars when watching you pant with him as one, he goes to plant a kiss on your lips to see if you were still with him or perhaps you were still getting over the pleasure.

You return it back slowly, achingly trembling with your thighs shaking underneath the weight belonging to him.

“I love you.” He confesses. “Come with me back home.” Jeno pleads as he held eye contact on your face. He could tell he has surprised you with the sudden plead, the way he was begging to you to accept it.

You murmur. “Home…? Like a human village?” You would reply and he shakes his head.

“It’s more like a city. Home. I want to give you a life you deserve.” Jeno said back as he held your face in his hands, thumb stroking over your cheeks lovingly as you warmly watch him teary eyed.

Home. The repetition of home echoes in your head like it were a forbidden word you wouldn’t ever hear. You nod softly as you cry suddenly bursting into soft tears running down the cheeks. Jeno watches you in awe, never would he thought he would find a girl looking so euphoric and beautiful as crying. The tears of joy touch the deep ends of his heart, as he kisses your forehead.

“I’ll come with you .” You said with a soft smile.

Home is where Jeno is.

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