#there's a punchline coming i promise

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thinking, sniffing, snooping

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#Poorly drawn MDZS #MDZS #wei wuxian #wen ning #It is very funny to me how wwx just starts sniffing around #distracted by being in your handsome frienemy's room by thoughts of another man and distracted again by your frienemy's lingering perfume #He's just a creature really. They call it The Untamed to describe the natural state of the deuterogonist #someone might think the additional components in the liquor stash is a visual gag but #I have a plan. As much as this whole series appears to follow a 'straight ahead' principal of planning...I do have things purposefully set #there's a punchline coming i promise #If you want to imagine the bunnies as figures or real is up to reader discretion

[icyg4l]

PAC: Your Future Partner's Love Language

Hello beautiful people, tonight marks the third post of the week regarding love! (meaning I kept my promise, yay!) I have a sale going on tomorrow, so be sure to tune into that. If you would look to book a reading, please read my guidelines and then dm me! If you have any inquiries, also dm me! Without further ado, please select your pile!

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-4)

Pile 1: I feel like you’re the independent woman trope, Pile One. This person will be attracted to you because you have your own. But that doesn't mean that they won’t be giving. This isn’t a stingy lover at all. I get Cancer/Capricorn/Aquarius energy from this person. I see this person will be big on gift giving. They will also shower you with compliments. They don’t expect this in return, to be honest. They’re also really big on paying the tab every time at restaurants. I feel like this person is calm and collected. This person wants to follow in their family’s footsteps. They’re big on marriage and doing things the proper way. They would like to show you off, this is part of their love language as well. And lastly, this person really likes to see people stand on business. Part of their love language is helping you plan and put things into action. They’re going to be your number one fan. Expect roses and romance with this person, Pile One.

Cards Used: The Hierophant, The Hermit, 4 of Discs, Queen of Swords

extras: tacos. party pooper. mellow. skilla baby. carrie underwood. bartleby.

Pile 2: So when I was shuffling for this pile, I heard the term ‘yapper’. This person really likes to talk, even if it’s about nothing. I thought of this guy who I sit next to in my English class, and he says whatever comes to mind. I feel like this person just really wants a listening ear since they didn’t get that when they were younger. They could have been the type of kid to have “talks too much” on their report card. They have big Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Virgo energy. This person just wants to be heard and valued for once, they feel taken for granted. This person has the tendency to go down memory lane as well. They also have a thing for tickling. They honestly seem like a big kid. They are really big on humor. Their sense of humor can be deadpan or they could say a lot of one-liner punchlines. Be prepared to laugh a lot. I think this person values one-on-one time a lot as well, Pile Two.

Cards Used: Judgment, Ace of Swords, Death (RX), Eight of Discs (RX), 7 of Discs (RX)

extras: bright teeth. nice style. black beanies. toby from this is us. “kiss the ring.” wrestlers.

Pile 3: Oh man, the chemistry is hot here. This person really likes PDA. They enjoy physical touch. They want you to find any reason to touch them & they want to do the same for you. This person wants everyone to know that y’all are together. They could be a little clingy, let them know if that’s too much for you. I get the feeling that this could be their first real relationship so please be gentle with them. I feel like this person is like a big teddy bear. They really enjoy hugs, sharing drinks with you, cuddling, hand-holding and sloppy kisses. It all makes their world go round. You guys will be engaging in a lot of sexual activity together so please protect yourselves! Overall, this person is not shy. This person is quite the flirt, very physical. They give big Leo, LIbra, Aries energy. You guys are going to be like that one couple in high school that got detention for kissing by the lockers. People might be uncomfortable by your dynamic because you’re so physical with one another, but fuck it!

Cards Used: Knight of Wands, The Chariot, Princess of Cups, The Lovers, Ace of Cups.

extras: sweet face. wink. “hold me.” soft hands. racy. lord farquaad. monochromatic. skin-to-skin.

Pile 4: Can we say dramaaaa? I feel like your person is really dramatic. They’re the epitome of go big, go home. They give off Pisces, Leo, Sagittarius energy. They’re the epitome of male R&B singers in the early 2000s. This person has the best intentions but it can be overwhelming for you at times. Know that this person is doing their best. This is a part of who they are, there’s no faking this personality. I think this person would literally do anything for you. If you were to ask for a cookie from the store, they would bring you the cookie, a sandwich, a drink, chips and flowers just to make your day. This person is really good at planning parties and spending money. If you were to have a birthday coming up, they would have a surprise party planned with all of your favorite people there and thoughtful gifts. This person wants to give you the world, honestly. Don’t feel embarrassed by the things that this person does because you deserve it. They do it out of purity, but you can tell them to tone it down if it’s really getting to you.

Cards Used: The Emperor, The Fool, Justice, 7 of Cups, Ace of Discs, Princess of Cups

extras: my way by usher. “It’s camp.” new edition. clown colors. teezo touchdown. rich uncle vibes.

#law of assumption #manifesting #neville goddard #tarot #tarotreading #astro notes #pick a card #pick a pile #divination #hoodoo #black tarot readers #tarot pull #tarot community #free tarot #tarot deck #tarot reading #tarot cards #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #pick a reading #tarot pick a card #pick an image #pac reading #tarot pac #daily tarot #kpop tarot #Spotify

[shittysawtraps]

Hello, Kevin

You have spent the last six months terrifying your roommate's new boyfriend. Every time he comes over for board game night, you dress up as a clown, despite being told repeatedly that he had a phobia. You have made your apartment a hostile space and destabilized their relationship. But now, the joke is on you.

In front of you is a tattoo machine and a mirror. You have one hour to tattoo your own nose red. If you fail to do so, the occupants of that tiny car in the corner of the room will come out and beat every last laugh out of you.

I'm sure you think there can't be more than one person in there. But I promise, we aren't clowning around.

Live as the joke that you are or die as the punchline, Kevin. Make your choice.

#shitty saw traps #submission #coulrophilia #clowns

[the-californicationist]

Good Fences (Fluffuary #04)

FEB04: Cheering Them Up

You had a boyfriend.

Keyword: had. 

Getting broken up with in the middle of the night was one thing, but having it be over a text message (all lowercase, no punctuation) was a whole new low. You knew it wasn’t going to last, but the suddenness of it was dreadful, as were the personal criticisms he decided to throw your way just to rub salt into the wound. 

your bodys just not doing it for me anymore

we could still hook up if you want just hmu

but not in bethesda obvi lol 

You weren’t sure what possessed him to say those things to you, but you had seen enough, so you blocked him.

Tear-stained and angry, you went outside to get some fresh air. You wrapped your blanket around you and stared up at the stars, trying to move on from that asshole as quickly as possible. 

Suddenly, you heard John’s sliding door open up. You turned to look at him, and he seemed just as startled to see you there. 

“Oh, hey… Hey,” he furrowed his brow, “What’s happened?”

You sniffled, trying to find your voice,

“Got dumped.” 

“What? Just now? It’s midnight,” he sat next to you, “Did he just leave?” 

You shook your head, dreading having to admit to the fact that you hadn’t even deserved a capital letter much less an in-person visit,

“Text message.”

You passed over your phone to let him experience the drama first-hand. As he read the messages, his face grew increasingly dark, almost scary. You couldn’t help but notice his attire while he read, and you felt insane for doing so. He was in running shorts and a cut-off tee shirt with some rock band’s logo fading and flaking on the front. You were supposed to be sad, but now you couldn’t stop staring at his very visible and extremely muscular arms and abs.

“You’re joking,” he handed you back the phone in disbelief.

You shook your head again and looked down at the tissue in your hands, trying to come up with something to say. 

“What a fuckin’ wanker.”

You laughed, nodding, and he cracked a smile. You let his voice wash over you like a salve, healing the hurt another man had caused, 

“Well, this calls for a bloody drink, don’t it?”

“Don’t think the bars will be open by the time I make it out,” you joked. You weren’t going out anywhere tonight. 

“Wait here,” he said, ducking back into his apartment.

He reemerged with a bottle of Scotch whisky and two glasses, pouring one for you and then one for himself, each equally generous. 

John tinked your glass and drank. You followed suit, albeit a bit more timidly. 

It burned. Then it spiraled into oranges and vanilla and honey. And then it burned again. You tried not to, but you made a face, and said,

“Wow, it’s good. Thanks.”

“Strong, hm?” He purred softly, pleased with his choice.

“Yeah, but still good,” you insisted.

“Don’t worry about those messages, love. Your body is doing wonders just how it is. He wants your reaction.”

You tried not to let the compliment linger in your mind for too long, but it was stuck in there like popcorn in your teeth. 

“I know,” you admitted, “And I wasn’t going to marry this guy or anything, but…”

“Still hurts.”

“Yeah.”

John was clipping and lighting a cigar to have with his drink, and you watched him as he worked. He still hadn’t bought that ashtray he’d promised, but he was using an old glass bowl for now. He smoked for a bit, sharing it with you wordlessly. Then, he took a long breath and gave you a droll look.

“What is the difference between a condom and a coffin?”

You laughed before he even gave you the punchline of the joke, shocked by its crudeness,

“What?” 

“You come in one and leave in the other.”

“John!”  

He snickered, listening to you laugh, turning a little red in the face as he did so. 

“Alright, alright,” he prepared another one for you, “What can you spell with P, E, N, I, and S?”

You raised your eyebrows at him, and shrugged, 

“Penis?”

He scoffed, 

“Spine, you filthy thing.”

You stayed outside talking and telling jokes long enough to see the black starfield give way to a pale pink morning, and before you knew it, half a bottle of whisky was gone. John had certainly worked his magic in you, and by the time you said goodnight and climbed back into your bed, you’d forgotten why you’d even been wasting your tears on a jerk like that in the first place.

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#the californicationist does fluff #fluffuary 2024 #fluffuary #john price fluff #john price #captain john price #captain price #john price x reader #john price x you #captain price x reader #captain price x you #captain john price x reader #captain john price x you #cod #cod fanfiction #call of duty #call of duty fanfiction #cod mw2 #cod mwii

[degreedummy]

Leo/Cancer 12H + 12H Sun/Moon

Getting too comfortable in your current conditions or refusing to acknowledge how your needs have developed out of fear of looking selfish will make following your desires almost completely impossible.

For Leo 12H/12H Sun, I think you have a habit of only allowing your confidence to extend as far as people validate it, refusing to set yourself up to be the punchline of a joke you have a habit of seeing yourself as. With your ego being cast into the shadows, the only time you allow your confidence to breathe is when someone passes by with a torch. You've become accustomed to cherishing your talents in the dark so much so that you've never taken the time to explore practicing them freely.

For Cancer 12H/12H Moon, you have a habit of saying yes to every demand in a panicked attempt to avoid any conflict. Putting your needs on the back burner, you tend to only focus on making sure everyone around you succeeds no matter what, even if that means moving past you. You have a habit of being prepared for abandonment, finding your role in society to be one of an unpaid psychologist, traveling the world trying to survive off of the wished-for reciprocation that you never actually ask for.

You find no shame in second place because you know how to turn it into a platform to embolden the winner, setting your pride aside to allow them to have their day, but I think the comfort of never having the light shone on you has become detrimental to your cause. I think you find pride in being able to let pain go easily, but there tends to be a twisted past behind this habit, most usually a refusal for your original comforts to be met by people who promised you more than they were ever actually willing to give you.

You call victim to false promises, to a point that it almost feels like you intentionally fulfill your half to hear whatever pretty words they have prepared for you, completely submitting to the comfort while ignoring the backhanded disloyalty being slid in under it. There isn't anything you won't do for somebody you love, except for letting them go and allowing them to face the consequences of their own actions. You have a habit of stepping in between your friends and their fate.

You put no second thought into sacrificing whatever you have left to make sure the rest of the village eats for the night, even if that means going on hunger strike for the fifth night this week, and you need to learn when to stop. You're naturally altruistic, wanting nothing more than to see the people you love succeed, but you need to become more comfortable in questioning what that love is built on before trying to polish a rock like it's a statue. You don't need people as much as they convince you, they only recognize what they're losing without you, and you can't take it away if you're not aware of it. You're not aware of your power because you use it to apologize for not being even better.

I think part of you knows that you can let go at any time, refusing to answer the phone and accepting whatever reputation comes with it, but that's exactly why it bothers you. You never want to be known as the person who didn't help.

You never want to be known as the person who became everything they hated in the people they promised to be better than. You never want that one wrong interaction to be the career-defining moment that means nothing else you do will be taken seriously. At some point, you need to recognize your reputation isn't as fragile as the relationships people love to entrap you in. You are not either good or bad, you do not have irredeemable qualities, your willingness to try harder is all you need.

No matter how slanderous someone can be, the collective will be able to see the quality of your character through the veil of lies your own friends warn you against to keep you around. You are not helpless, people who benefit from your intentionally limited potential find comfort in enforcing your helplessness, and you need to be able to recognize the cause of the cycle if you truly want to break it.

You can't find comfort in consolation prizes and participation trophies, especially when you know the votes were intentionally mishandled to steal the win for someone else. You are not selfish for expecting, and enforcing, payment for your services. Stop working for free to make up for not working in advance, because none of the work being done is advancing you in life. Break away from people who see no value in you past what you can do for them.

#leo #cancer #leo12h #cancer12h #12hsun #12hmoon #astro observations #astro community #astro chart #astrologer #astrology #12h #natal chart

[babydin]

Love in the Middle of a Firefight - PART TWO

The pregnancy is easy, despite the circumstances. The pregnancy was the easy part, Joel was supportive, he helped out, he ran around like a Retriever whenever you asked him to and Ellie asked a million questions every single day. But when the baby arrives Joel doesn't know if he remembers how to love something so fragile. - Joel Miller x f!reader - 18+, minors DNI! - (2/?) - Joel is dad, Joel is Daddy, paternal postnatal depression, pregnancy sex, oral. Not necessarily in this chapter, but for sure in this series!! Trauma references. Domesticated af. Angsty in places! - 1193 words - Comments/likes appreciated. Requests are open! - A/N: I didn't think too hard about the timeline, just vaguely after the events of S1, they go to Jackson to Tommy's place and live there and nothing bad happens. This will be in multiple parts but I haven't planned for how many! There will be time-jumps in each of the parts because I'm impatient™️

Ellie looked blankly between the two of you. She had that look like she was waiting for the punchline of one of Joel’s shitty dad jokes. 

PART ONE

“We’re home!”

    Joel and Ellie walked home from school every day. He always took her to school, and he always picked her up. Walking was just their thing. You had been anxiously waiting for Joel to announce their arrival because he had promised he wouldn’t say anything to her until you were all together, you wondered if he had kept up that bargain. “How was school?” You ask, watching Ellie hang up her jacket and then walk into the living room to flop onto the couch. “Some kid pushed another kid into a garbage can and a fight broke out.” Ellie explained, her lips pursing slightly and her brows raising. Joel frowned a little and you asked “Were you either of the kids in that story?” “I was not.”

You took Joel’s hand and sat down with him on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Babygirl,” he said, “we have somethin’ we need to tell you. Somethin’ important.” Ellie’s eyes darted between the two of you as she tried to figure out what was going on before either of you said anything, “I’m not leaving. Fuck off, Joel. I’m not going anywhere. I like it here, I have friends!”  Ellie had fallen into the habit of calling him Dad, unless she was furious with him then he was always Joel. 

Joel reached out with both his hands and took hers, looking at her in a way that almost forced her to keep eye contact with him, “We ain’t goin’ nowhere. We’re safe here, okay? We don’t leave.” He sits up a little and you look between the two of them, they are thick as thieves, they talk without words and there is so much that remains unspoken between them but they know. “Are you getting divorced?” Ellie asked, her chin dropping down into her chest and her eyes looking from you to Joel and back again rapidly. You open your mouth to correct her but decide against it. You and Joel weren’t married, not by any technicalities anyway; you talked about it once, it was always in passing, until one day you set a date with a priest and a chapel but the priest died and there wasn’t anyone else ordained to perform a wedding. That night Joel cooked chicken wings on a barbecue in the yard, you drank beer and sat and cuddled under the stars. You shared your vows, you exchanged rings that you had both made from scraps of metal from the junkyard. Joel had helped you with yours, he was so clever with tools, the ring he gave you was perfect and looked as if it could’ve come from a store; he scratched coordinates inside the band from the spot you had shared your first kiss - they could’ve been coordinates to a burnt out Wendy’s and you’d have been none the wiser, the thought was painfully romantic and you cried when he told you. Yours was a little jankier, but he didn’t mind that, he said it suited him. From that night on he always called you ‘the Missus’. You supposed in a broken world that was about as official as it was going to get. “How would you feel about bein’ a big sister?” Joel’s voice had softened slightly as he presented the question to Ellie. He didn’t know how she would react, she’d grown up in this pandemic, she navigated the world so much differently because of the situations she had been forced into and now they were safe in Jackson, Joel only wanted her to be a kid, catch up on the years she had missed. Ellie looked blankly between the two of you. She had that look like she was waiting for the punchline of one of Joel’s shitty dad jokes. “I’m pregnant.” the words leave your mouth so abruptly that it even catches you off guard, and it’s the first time you’ve said it out loud.  Suddenly it all feels real. The man you were playing house with by your side, the orphan you’d both somehow adopted as your own, in the middle of a war, your found family was about to grow by one more. Ellie giggled in her child-like way and fell back into the couch in a way that made Joel sit up defensively. “It’s difficult for me to believe that someone willingly reproduced with you.” Ellie teased. It’s clear that she thinks her leg is being pulled. “It was an accident, but you don’t need to be a dick about it.” You swatted Joel’s thigh, “Joel!” He turned to face you with an expression that was full of apologies “Obviously I didn’t mean it like that.” Ellie sat up again and leaned forward, her eyes narrowing a little as she looked at you with a calculated gaze, “Are you serious? Are you pregnant? For real?” Your eyes find hers, and your hands reach out to wrap around her own as you nod earnestly, hoping the message gets through. Joel reaches into the breast pocket of his shirt to show her the print out from the ultrasound, he points to the blip inside the hollows of your uterus and makes a sound that might’ve been him saying ‘there’ if he had opened his lips a little more. Ellie’s expression changes. You remember again that she’s experiencing a lot of things for the first time and this is the first ultrasound she’s seen, this is the first pregnancy she’s been this close to. “That’s a baby?” she asked, sounding utterly enchanted by it, unable to take her eyes off of it. “It’s so little.” “The nurse reckoned I’m about 7 weeks along,” you explain, “so in another 30 or so weeks it’ll be fully cooked.” “That’s a long time.” Ellie looked back at you, she sounded disappointed at the idea of having to wait so long to earn her role of big sister. “Trust me,” Joel added, “it’ll fly by.” Ellie’s eyes drifted back to the ultrasound, and Joel pushed it a little closer to her. She pulled her hands from yours and took the photo, bringing it up to her face for a closer inspection, “That’s so fuckin’ cool.” You and Joel both breathe out a sigh of relief in unison. That was all you had both wanted, Ellie’s approval. You were a family, and a team, you had to do everything together or it just didn’t work; you’d fought too hard to get to where you were. Joel put his hand on your thigh and his earlier promises that everything was going to be okay echoed in your mind. But then Ellie reminded you both of just how much of her education she had missed being in her situation and then traveling with Joel when she looked up from the photo and asked, “So when it is fully cooked, will the doctor have to cut it out of you?” Joel pulled a face and took a sharp inward breath as he patted your knee and pushed himself up off the coffee table, kissing your cheek on the way “That is all you, I am going to start dinner.”

#( love in the middle of a firefight: babydin ) #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller one shot #joel miller x pregnant reader #( joel miller: babydin )

[drawingducktalesducks]

Beakley: I suppose you are wondering why I called you here tonight.

Lena: If it was to poison me then you should've picked something other than sad English tea to put it in

Beakley: ... I wish to understand your intentions towards my granddaughter.

Lena: Well I can 100% promise never to serve her THIS stuff

Beakley: Webby enjoys my tea. It is a family favorite.

Lena: Figures

Beakley: Why are you inviting her out after dark?

Lena: See, I was gonna ask her to the movies, buy popcorn, catch the newest horror flick- but now I'm thinking, maaaybe she's got enough of that in her home life. You guys live with a trillionaire. How many times have you used this tea bag?

Beakley: You are failing to impress me.

Lena: Nice. Didn't even know I was trying

Beakley: Drink your tea and have a biscuit. I will allow movie night IF it is an educational film AND both I and the boys are present.

Lena: Ever thought about using honey? Mint?? Sugar of any kind????

Beakley: No.

Lena: Guess all the sweetness in this house just comes from Webby, huh.

Beakley: She could crush you like a teacup.

Lena: I know. Blegh. Wish she'd go ahead and crush my teacup...

Webby: HIIIIIIII-YAAH!!!!

Lena: .... wow. Now I wish I had a million dollars.

Beakley: Webby.

Webby: Oh Granny hi! I wasn't spying from the vents! I just fell completely normally from the ceiling and accidently landed on Lena's cup!!

Beakley: You accidentally landed on it... with your... fist.

Lena: Got that punchline all teed up, huh Pink.

Webby: HA HA HA, WHAT FUNNY WORD PLAY, I'M INVOKING MY RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!

Lena: My hero.

Beakley: I would be foreseeing disaster in the tea leaves of this friendship, if I could be bothered to read them. And if they were not. Well. Everywhere.

#ducktales (2017) #lena #bentina beakley #webby vanderquack #weblena #incorrect quotes

[tokoyamisstuff]

Punchline pt. 1/3 - Buggy / Reader

Ch. 1 : Setup

Synopsis: Buggy is devastated that his s/o can't remember him.

Warnings: Slight Angst, Mentions of Blood and Injury, Some Cussing, Reader is so oblivious it physically hurts to watch

Tags: F!Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Miscommunication, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Not Proofread

Disclaimer: Guys I'm not rly into the lore of OP but I got a bad case of brainrot for the LA characters.

Sincerely sorry in case anything seems a lil' OOC or AU!

"Get. Out."

Buggy's voice may appear calm on the outside, yet it was low and laced with an unspoken threat. His words directed to the crew medic that was currently standing in the doorframe of the captains lair, not daring to move an inch.

And yet he wouldn't leave, instead gulping nervously as Buggy's icy glare kept him rooted on spot. To get a glimpse of the unconscious body in the back of the cabin, he dared breaking eye contact and peeking over his captain's shoulder - much to the displeasure of the latter.

"B-But boss" the man managed to wring out, stuttering in negative anticipation of the consequences. "You haven't let anyone close to her since the...incident. I-I really need to re-examine her wounds-"

"Do not make me repeat myself!" the clown sharpy cut off his subordinate, absentmindedly moving the daggers in his hands to soothe his nerves. "You better be grateful that you're of use to me." No, her, he corrected himself mentally, "Otherwise you'd be dead meat already. Now get lost."

As soon as the heavy wooden door shut, Buggy sent one of his daggers to pierce the place his crewmate had just occupated. How ironic he thought - a few years prior someone daring to talk back to him would've gotten pierced with no hesitation.

It was no news that Buggy had gotten softer ever since you stumbled into his life, and he still didn't know if it was for better or worse.

Anyways, his crewmates started to notice the subtle changes in their once feared - and loathed - captain.

Not that it mattered right now. As long as your life was still on the line, he couldn't care less about his reputation.

The man let out a deep, aggravated sigh before turning on that damn uncomfortable stool to face you again. Godfuckingdamnit, he never realized what a drunk he had become until he actually had to stay sober for your sake.

It had been three weeks already, and still no sign of recovery. You were still unconscious - no wonder, with injuries that heavy it was a miracle that you were even alive. And all this time Buggy refused to leave your side even for one second, watching you like a feral guard dog.

Not even his most loyal men had seen him this devastated before.

Right now you were staining the sheets of Buggy's bed with your own blood, having soaked through the bandages again. Nothing your lover couldn't fix though - he'd be damned if he weren't able to take proper care of you himself!

After all, he had once promised to give you the world.

And even when you humbly declined this great announcement of his back then, Buggy had already long since decided that you deserved nothing less.

In fact - though he would never openly say it aloud - you might be the only thing he held higher than himself.

Those kinds of sentiments were new to him and certainly didn't come easy either, but underneath it all he cared so deeply for you that it frightened him sometimes...

...exactly because of moments like those that leave him all helpless.

The very same man that sacrificed even his own men if it meant he could get away unharmed now wished to take this pain on your stead. Hell, even all of his riches he would gladly cast away if it meant seeing you smile again.

Instead he was left only being able to watch you suffer, maybe crack a joke or two in hope you might in fact hear him somehow.

"Now wake up, would you...this ain't funny" he muttered under a shaky breath, his hand lingering on your cheek for a bit longer after having placed a wet cloth on your forehead.

Maybe the sobriety made him clear-headed for a change, or it was the simple fact that you were alone, and therefore he could drop his usual facade.

Whatever it was, it urged him to speak from the heart.

"Shit, Y/N, I almost lost you there..." The man buried his face in his hands, voice cracking as he remembered how bravely you shielded him with your own body, saving him from a possibly lethal attack. "That shit could've cost you your life! And for what? Saving someone like me?! Quit joking!"

Well, truth be spoken, from his point of view this whole relationship was ridiculous from the very start - a joke without punchline, some might say.

Nonetheless, even though he had yet to understand how he of all people ended up so lucky, he wouldn't change it for the world.

For a moment he was contemplating whether to lie down next to you - and honestly, the temptation to cradle you in his arms was far too great to put into words - yet he refrained from doing so. You needed space either way, and he felt somewhat undeserving of your closeness after he had failed to protect you, after all.

"Of course he could lie down next to you - and in all honesty the temptation to cradle you in his arms was more like a need to him - but he refrained from doing so. You needed space either way, and he felt undeserving of your closeness after he had failed to protect you.

"You just wait, I'll become even flashier for your sake!" he promised with a determination, almost like newfound purpose. "Something like this won't happen again, promise!"

Squeezing your hands ever so slightly, he placed a kiss on your knuckles before wrapping the blanket to cover you completely. "I may be an egoistical, worthless scumbag but I'd do anything for you! Just get well, that's all I ask."

It was already way past midnight, and Buggy was still sitting on the chair next to your bedside, his face buried in the mattress as he collapsed due to exhaustion...

...yet he jolted up as soon as he felt you move.

Your face was contorting in pain as you stirred on the bed, basically your whole body aching - and the hammering sensation in your forehead was the worst of it all.

"Heya, Honey!" A way too enthusiastic voice exclaimed, "Was about time you woke up."

Due to your ears still ringing you could barely understand, all you gathered from the sound was that you were not alone in this almost completely dark room.

Panic began to rise in your chest because when the pain finally ebbed away, it made room for you to realize the complete void in your mind.

Where- no, who are you?!

Almost violently casting away the sheet you were tangled in, you frantically scanned your brain for some kind of hint, any memory at all, no matter how trivial...

...yet were left with noting but a vast emptiness.

"Hey! Heyheyheyheyhey!" That apparently male voice again, cutting your pondering out just before you hyperventillated yourself into collapsing. "You're having a panic attack or something?"

"Shh" the unfamiliar voice started to hush you - his tone mixed with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher - yet very obviously overchallenged with soothing someone. "It's alright, don't overdo it. You just woke up."

That person gently grabbed the sides of your shoulders, guiding you back to lie down again. You were too weak to struggle against that foreign touch either way...

...but there was also such a great and genuine concern present in his tone, that this stranger did seem to miraculously calm you down to some extent.

No matter who this man was, it seemed that he was really worried for your wellbeing.

From what you could assess already, at least it seemed like you were in a safe place, and with someone who nurses your injured self back to health at that...

...however, ultimatively that false impression of safety would quickly disappear as soon as you opened your eyes.

Blinking heavily so your sight would adapt to the almost nonexistent light source of the room, the blurred outline of a person would finally become more detailed - and what you then saw made your blood run cold.

His usual trademark grin appeared as a menacing gnarl to you, unknowingly making your fear even worse as he suddenly watched your face becoming drained of any colour.

"What the fuck-!" you screeched at this sight of a literal horror clown, reaching out to get you like straight out of a nightmare. Immediately shuffling away from him, you fell over the edge of the bed just to be caught into his very arms again.

"Dear, are you alri-"

"Leave me alone!" you then screamed, lashing out at the man while starting to sob uncontrollably.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Buggy would now snap back at you - admittedly not the best way to deal with the situation.

You yelled and cursed and cried as the man struggled to keep you trapped in his embrace, in a naive hope that you'd calm down and then maybe talk about whatever in the world had gotten into you - but to no avail as it seemed, since with every second passing you only got more hysterical.

"I'm starting to get angry, dollface" the killer clown chuckled darkly, a little out of breath at least, since you could still put up quite a fight. "Don't make me use my powers on you!"

Damn, sometimes he forgot that even while appearing all frail and innocent, you could pack a proper punch- and he got a harsh reminder of it as soon as your fist hit the bottom of his chin.

"Heh, feisty little thing. Now that's my girl!" He laughed, relieved to see you being so lively again - yet his insane, dark chuckle had the exact opposite effect he was hoping for. He wiped the blood from his bottom lip, the red liquid mixing with the make-up around his mouth. "Well, I warned ya."

If you thought to be at your lowest before, you surely didn't anticipate the man in front of you to just casually detach both his hands as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"M-Monster!" you shrieked as the gloved hands started flying to your direction, pausing for a sheer second as the word that fell from your lip made his chest narrow.

"Don't to-ouch me, you freak!" Ouch. That one hurt more than he cared to admit, so he covered it up by acting all confident and amused. "Takes one to know one, love."

Still, Buggy refused to believe that he or his presence might be responsible for this mess. He might've done a ton of mistakes in his life, but he was proud to call you one of the - if not the best - things he ever did right!

You must've hit your head really badly to act like this.

"It's only for your own good, sweetheart." Why the hell was that asshole calling you those names? To degrade you? To show you he doesn't take you serious?

No use in brooding about something so trivial as the most apparent threat were his hands. They were way too fast anyways, so you unsucessfully warded them off. Your wrists got pinned behind your back, tugging on you to lie on the bare floor, incapable to move.

"If you keep moving so recklessly your wounds will reopen, dear." You furrowed your brows together in confusion, eyeing the figure approaching you varily. "Look, I'll explain everything okay? Just calm down and let me help you. Stop making it harder than it has to be."

Never.

Trying to make any sense out of this situation left you with the only logical explanation: This...person right there was a pirate who - for whatever reason - had kidnapped and abused you to this point.

No matter how you ended up here, you needed to flee and get help, the sooner the better!

With every firm step of his towards you your alarm bells rang louder and louder, but your body was still weak and you had a disadvantage in both power and knowledge of your surroundings.

So you saved up your last ounce of strenght for one last, desperate attack.

"C'mon" he now said with a way more tender voice, and admittedly it was almost alluring in it's sound, weirdly enough pulling on your heartstrings. "Let's get you back to bed, should we? I swear upon the little honor I have, I'd never hurt you."

Liar.

"Fuck you!" you then roared just when he had crouched down in front of you, the force of your kick having sent him a good distance away and into the next best wall.

It took everything to not faint right then and there, but no matter who you were before all this, it seemed like you were no ordinary human either. So you went even beyond those limits and forced your legs to keep going...

...but not without shooting one last, derogatory and disgusted look towards your tormentor.

Buggy reached out of the collapsed wall with a shaky hand, your attack having kicked all air out of his lungs. He mutely called your name in between coughs and almost-sobs, still worried and wanting to plead for you to stay...

...but then you silenced him with a sentence that will be carved into his heart forever:

"Better not chase me, you ugly freak."

Maybe this was the punchline to the cruel joke that was your relationship after all.

[Next Chapter]

#one piece #opla #buggy #buggy the clown #buggy / reader #buggy x you #fanfiction #writing #self insert #one piece netflix

[lifeandlies-of-regulusblack]

"Happy Father's Day, you idiot." - A black brother's au

Sirius is a good older brother. Regulus lets him know. || Black Brothers fluff with a serving of angst to elevate, said fluff. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER YOUR HONOR. — feat. a basic ass Father's Day mug. As reg would like to say, it's symbolic.

@rizzulusarcturizz babe, this fic was written for u. I know this is a very short piece but i was working on it every day little by little and i was thinking if i couldn't get this finished during your birthday week, then this had to be done before November. I love you 🫶.

The day of, Regulus gifts Sirius a Father's Day mug. He's laughing before he knows it because what a Grade-A dig on their father; he was proud absentee parent on good days and an enabler during the worst ones. Count on Reggie to be a petty motherfucker. Sirius takes the mug from Regulus and thumbs over the printed words, 'to the best dad always, a yearly reminder: I love you'.

Huh. Bit odd. Words a little too warm. But he gets the vision!

He tells his brother, next time, he'll get the two of them Mother's Day mugs and drink good wine with it — to celebrate their lives lived blissfully, away from her royal wretchedness.

Although at this, Regulus gives him a look of frustration and says, no.

His laugh peters out a little but the mirth doesn't leave his face. "Okay. Then what's this for, all of a sudden?" he asks playfully. Quite a weird jig Regulus is trying to pull but he waits for the punchline.

His brother looks at him, eye twitching, obviously willing him to understand what Sirius, frankly, has no chance of understanding. Coming to terms with having to provide an explanation instead of his expectant glares,

Regulus crosses his arms and turns his head away, sniffing haughtily. He says he'll only tell Sirius this, this one time and if he ever brings it up again, he'll find himself brotherless and 'now what good will that be?' he tells him all business like.

"You practically raised me, Sirius."

Oh.

Oh.

He blinks once. He blinks twice. There's a Regulus-blot in front of him, right in line with an oh-so familiar prickling sensation, of his eyes welling up with tears. Truthfully, he wants to punt his brother across the room. But he's only able to grip the edge of his kitchen island, mind a mess, scrambling to come up with a response.

Who said he was emotionally ready to hear this from Regulus?

He's still holding the mug on his other hand with a white-knuckled grip. Sirius isn't sure he can look at the words printed on it after Regulus' confession, not without dropping down on the floor and having a good cry in his kitchen. With the strange floaty way he feels and the soft ringing in his ears — he considers the possibility that maybe he's shot right out of his body.

He's a Black, loathe as he is to admit it. He's not made for emotional heart-to-hearts with his brother. Those stay during the night, as they cling to each other, chasing away memories of the past. For when they wake each other up from their own nightmares. They stay behind closed doors, whispered to each other when one of them's barely coherent, too busy blinking the horrors away from behind their eyelids. These emotional confrontations were for when Sirius was 19 and Regulus was 17, knocking on his apartment door — when reassurances spilled from his lips, letting his brother know that it didn't matter how long it took him to come home. That they both waited. That Regulus finally came and Sirius was there. Like they promised.

And they always continued as normal.

They don't do this. This— this whole, thing, that Regulus is doing right now... during the day. When the sun is up and they can see both their faces clearly. When the situation doesn't call for it!

Sirius feels like a thousand moments have passed and barely any at all.

He's barefoot in his own kitchen, halfway through his lunch. He can just about hear the neighborhood dogs barking from right across the street. There's food saved for his brother in the fridge and— and— Sirius Black, simply wasn't expecting this from Regulus, fresh off a date with his mate.

They were supposed to get gifts for Monty.

"I don't think I ever told you," Regulus says.

And this snaps him right back, attention singularly focused on his brother. Despite his panic, Sirius, smugly he observes that his brother looks like he's willing the gods to smite him down. But the little fucker, despite the both of them having physical reactions to what he's doing, plows on.

"Some part of me wants to scream knowing you say the harshest things to yourself when you think you aren't doing right by me." Regulus looks at him just as he softly says, "I hate what you do to yourself because of me."

Sirius wants to tell him it's because his one true fear is fucking this up. Hurting him. Not being there for him. Because he's his little brother. He's all his. He's all he has. He can't fuck it up. His mouth remains stubbornly shut but he's shaking his head, already refuting his brother.

"No, Sirius— you can't keep doing this to yourself," Regulus sharply exhales, "You're not allowed to do this especially when it comes to me. You aren't perfect, neither am I to you, but you're the best I've got. You always were even when we were kids. You still are, right now. And I think you always will be.

"Brother, mother, and father. That's you, Sirius. All my love came from you."

All my love came from you.

Sirius feels incredibly full.

"You were the one telling me to eat my greens. You were the one putting on my shirts for me—holding my hands and guiding them, one by one, through the shirt holes—when I was too young to put them on myself. You were the one who came when I had nightmares. When I was sick, it was you rubbing my back and brushing my hair away from my face."

How could he not? Sirius loved Regulus before he was ever born. Can't quite prove it yet, just as Reg likes to point out when he tells him, but it's true. Regulus has always been his.

His little brother shifts to look down at the floor. At the space between them. He's wearing Sirius' new shoes he's been hiding spitefully from him. Of course his rat brother sniffed them out, he thinks — sickly fond. Regulus isn't fast enough for Sirius not to see the way his eyes struggle to hold tears that Sirius' has long failed at doing so.

"Reg," he says helplessly.

"Thank you for being my entire family. I was never unloved. I was always cared for. And you gave me a place to run."

All at once, it's unbearable, the way he's standing where he is, and Regulus is standing over there. He decides that he hates it with a passion and throws himself onto his brother, hugging him like they're at threat of being separated. He loves Regulus so much.

"If you break the mug, I'm punching you in the face," Regulus tells him. With a shaky laugh, Sirius pulls back and sets the mug down with an awkward reverence. As soon as it's settled he grabs for Regulus again.

"I love you so much, you terrible git." He tells his brother, meaning every single word.

Regulus huffs, then proceeds to wrap his arms around his brother. Relishing in the safety and security of Sirius' embrace. At the surety of his affection.

"I only did what they did for me," he tells Regulus. "I wasn't in my right mind the day I left, you know." And his brother nods.

Sirius knows this. Knows how he treated Regulus leading up to his departure. Up 'til the very last moment of their shared experience in hell. That week, Sirius had already made up his mind to leave: he was going to or die trying. He just didn't know how to say goodbye to his brother and more terrifyingly, he didn't know how to ask Regulus to come with him.

So, he got mad. Mad that Regulus didn't know what he wanted. Angry and derisive towards his brother — the brother he raised alongside himself (he was just a kid too) —and in defense, just as Narcissa taught him, Regulus fought word for word. With venom and daggers. All the while alarm and hurt flashing across his face as if to ask, 'why are you doing this?'

But it's been 8 years since then. Sirius has made it a point to talk about the things he has said and done to Regulus. Apologized profusely, not for himself, but for his brother who more than deserved to hear it from him. He knows how big a part he played in the decline of their relationship, he was the one who kept starting them. He still says sorry from time to time. And Reg apologized too, for making Sirius feel like he was wrong about their parents. For blaming him for the split lip he had to keep hiding from his friends. For being dismissive because he thought it would make him stay. And Sirius tells him he was antagonistic because he wanted Regulus to come with him.

What a pair they make. They're the most dangerous apart, even to each other.

"That's why I sent you that letter," he explains, "I wanted you to know that I hadn't left you behind. It took me so long to understand why you didn't come with me that night but trust Effie to sort me right out!"

He places his cheek on top of his brother's head, "More than anything, it was the fact that I could see myself somewhere safe that made me run. It took me so long to realize." Sirius admits.

"I know," his brother says. They've had this conversation a thousand times already.

"When I did, before I could even say sorry for the things I've done — I needed you to know you could come to me," he feels Regulus do the seemingly impossible by wrapping himself tighter around him, "I needed you to know you had an out. That I was waiting, no matter how long."

Regulus pulls away, eyes puffy and tells him, "That's why you're not allowed to rake yourself over the coals, Sirius. Not about me. Not about raising me or being enough." And almost pleadingly he says, "I'm sorry mum and dad always made you feel like you were lesser than. But you have to know. To me? You're everything, Sirius."

And what can he possibly say to that? At this whole afternoon, really, where he feels like he's been caught in a centaur stampede, knowing that at the same time, his chest feels like a garden growing with warmth and hope. With dandelions planted by his brother. Nothing, Sirius concurs.

He can only smile at Regulus, tears falling down as his eyes crinkle.

Regulus scoffs at his barren display of emotion, blushing at the outward sincerity of it. A weepy little git one moment and a snooty bastard the next. Like he wasn't the one giving Father's Day gifts and starting all this mess, Sirius muses. He manages quite an exemplary eye roll as if to put himself above his brother's lowly display of vulnerability.

Regulus does give him a small smile and says,"Happy Father's Day, you idiot."

Sirius really doesn't think he could be any happier.

**wow, i can't seem to stop writing about the black brothers. here, have some more.

If you have the spoons for it, please consider giving this a reblog. It's a great source of motivation and the only effective way for other people to see the things i write :)

#regulus black #the black brothers #sirius black #black brothers #marauders era #sirius and regulus #regulus headcanon #sirius headcanon #sibling angst #dead gay wiards #hp marauders #marauders fanfiction #hp fanfiction #regulus deserved better #sirius deserved better #padfoot #slytherin boys #harry potter marauders #hp fanfic #my writing

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Fishing Interlude

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #ONE HUNDERED (+6 bonus) COMICS BABY!!!! WE MADE IT! #There's still at least 200 more to go at the rate I'm going but still! Triple digits for a comic project feels worth celebrating. #I'm no stranger to setting myself on projects but this is certainly the most adventurous and long-term one I've undertaken. #The aim was to be done by the end of September (whoops (I also took a few breaks to post other stuff)) But I'm still having fun! #Thank you all so much for joining me on this journey! I have a celebration announcement tomorrow! #Sorry this one doesn't really feel like a 'comic 100'. It's sandwiched between two comics that were supposed to be 'comic 100'... #I love how excited Jingyi is to be in the garden. And I will never miss an opportunity to have them fish. #Slowly...I am setting up my punchline with all this. I promise it's leading somewhere. #Lan Sizhui didn't fit into the frame for panel 3 so I like to think he dove in after a fish #Afterall that's were lan zhan is in this comic. Under the water. Hunting. LSZ is just following what his mentor taught him. #Sorry I broke Jingyi's characterization for this punchline. He's one of the biggest wangxian shippers in canon. But fishing comes first.

[merakiui]

Hello!!! I've been following you for a while, but this is my first ask >.< but I saw your friends with benefits dialog post and couldn't help thinking of reader being in a fwb situation with any of the octotrio (I personally like to think jade) with the dialog from reader being "i didn't know who else to call. you're all i've got right now." I like to think the octotrio are very protective, especially if they have developed feelings for the reader. Like, imagine that there is some dude that just won't leave reader alone and they don't feel safe. Just the thought of them taking us in and taking care of our "problem" has me orz

o o o o oo oooo overprotective Jade........ this is such a good thought, anon!!

(fwb dialogues)

When you see him, it's like the snow has melted away and flowers have sprung from cold, cracked earth. Jade Leech is, by all accounts, the last person you'd ever want to see after your inadvisable run-ins with him, but he's reliable. A little too reliable, admittedly. He looks like he rushed to get here, his coat buttoned haphazardly and his hat placed crookedly on his head. It's hard to believe the always-patient, ever-so-perfect Jade could forget to uphold that façade after your brief phone call.

For a short while, the both of you stare at the other. A frigid breeze blows between you, and you push past the few passersby on the pathway to reach him. He's in the process of saying something, but it's your arms thrown around him that abruptly cut him off. Relieved tears gather in your eyes, and you hold on tightly.

"I... I didn't know who else to call. You're all I've got right now," you whisper into his wool coat. "Sorry. I know you're busy."

Jade's arms close around you in reciprocation. "I'll always make time for you."

You're not used to this treatment. Neither is he. You've only ever known surface-level physicality. Emotions have always been shelved in favor of indulging in fleeting, present-day pleasures. You never go any deeper than you must.

Tonight's different.

Still reeling, nerves frazzled, you relay the story in a shaky mumbling. "I went to dinner with a classmate and we were only going to talk about the semester project, but then he started... It just got weird and I hid in the bathroom, and I had no idea what to do. Without thinking I called you and you answered and... And—"

Jade rubs soothing circles into your back. His touch is soothing, grounding you in the moment. It smooths out all of the icky feelings you'd previously been at war with, replacing every frightened imagining with something bright and beautiful.

"There's no need to push yourself. I understand the story well enough."

"Thanks..." You sniffle and slowly draw away, patting his coat for good measure. "For coming, I mean. I really didn't think you would."

Jade frowns. "I wouldn't ignore you in your time of need."

"Yes, you would—" You stop yourself. He's never once left a message on read. He always returns missed phone calls. And now, holding you in his arms, he's come to your aid.

Despite everything—all of the pointless promises for something with no strings attached—he cares. He always has and he always will.

"Ah. Um. Then I guess I owe you one."

Jade's mismatched eyes flick from you to the restaurant and then back. An emotion you can't quite decipher passes over his face, and he seems to be assessing something in silence. Eventually, his expression clears and he offers you a cordial smile.

"I assume you haven't eaten yet?"

"Are you kidding? Of course not! I can't go back in there and eat with that creep!"

His smile widens, and for once you trust that more than you've ever trusted anything before.

"Well, if you aren't opposed to it, we could get dinner at one of my favorite places. It's not too far from here. My treat."

You stare at him, shocked. This is new. You've never gone to dinner with him before. "Wait, really? You're serious?"

"There's no punchline to my words. So, yes, I'm quite serious."

"And you're not just asking because you want sex?"

Jade's lips drop into a disappointed moue. It's an expression you've yet to see on him. "Your lack of faith in me is woefully astounding. Must I wear a collar for you to recognize my loyalty?"

You roll your eyes, shoving him playfully. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. You're being honest." Heaving an exhausted breath, you slide out of his arms. "Okay, fine. Dinner sounds good."

He perks up, visibly pleased. "In that case, please wait here. There's one minor issue I must see to and then we can be off."

"Huh? Where are you going?"

"To say hello to your classmate." His smile is no longer the soft, sweet thing it once was. Now it's razored with malice, and it fills his eyes with a scheming sort of darkness. "I won't be long."

"Right..."

Amidst the wintry air and the confusion, you feel strangely fuzzy inside. You're sure it's just a side effect of encroaching hypothermia. Definitely nothing else.

Mysteriously, your classmate drops out of the course and you're left to finish the project on your own. But perhaps that was for the best. When asked what he said, Jade feigns innocence and speaks in convenient embellishments. Best not to press the matter any further.

#twisted chit chat #meraki dialogues

[atinylittlepain]

Congratulations on the 2k! You so deserve it. I" got love in my tummy and a tiny little pain": maybe something based on "tolerate it" by taylor swift?

hey darling, thank you for sending this in. i may have angsted too close to the sun on this one :')

Tolerate It

joel miller x f!reader

warnings | 18+ smut, angst, like very significant angst, ok? kinda toxic relationship too

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Break free and leave us in ruins

Took this dagger in me and removed it

Gain the weight of you then lose it

He comes home the same way every night. Long shadows cast across the peeling wallpaper of the apartment, the dull sound of his boots the only communication she gets, her ears pricking from where she’s sitting on the couch, keeping her eyes pointedly on the page of her book as he sits down next to her with a ragged sigh.

It hadn’t always been like this. She used to try. To give him her smiles, greet him with a soft touch, ask him if he was alright. But she’s learned better by now that he has no interest in her trying. In his words, he has no interest in playing house with her. And now, every night is the same.

They move like tired dancers, running a routine they know all too well. The only softness he gives her is his cheek coming to rest on her shoulder, the weight of him pressing heavy and warm into her side, a silent ask. And she always gives him what he wants. She runs a hand through his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp, the way she knows he likes. 

It’s a delicate tension, the way she guides them through it, taking his hands and leading him into the bedroom, wordlessly undressing him, and then herself. But he is the one with all the power, the one who holds her hips down into the mattress with a bruising grip, her face pressing into the pillows, tears dampening the scratchy sheets. It’s better this way, on her stomach so she doesn’t have to see the vacant look in his eyes. And when they both come crashing with broken cries, never of each other’s names, he makes penance with a cool cloth running over her skin, cleaning what mess he can. 

He likes to be held, to have her front pressed against his back, her arms wrapped around him, a leg hitched over his. And she knows that love shouldn’t feel like this, like constantly waiting for a punchline that he’ll never tell her. But he’s all she’s known in this world, her family gone, too young to remember a time before all this. So she holds on a little tighter, her lips an anchor against his shoulder.

And while every night is the same, this morning is going to be different. She wakes up before the sun, the peaceful pull of his breath letting her know he won’t rouse anytime soon. Silently dressing, her eyes don’t leave his figure for a moment, not even as she slings her pack over her shoulders, the pack she’s been hiding from him for weeks.

She had balked at it initially, Marlene’s offer, a new life somewhere far away. But each night pulled her a little closer to the promise of a future that doesn’t look like this. She’ll be on the outside in a few short hours, but now, she crouches down alongside the bed, taking in his slack features, the part of his lips. A barely there hand on his cheek, her fingers ghosting over the slope of his nose, the arc of his jaw, a map of him she’ll hold onto in her mind. She presses a kiss and a whisper to his forehead before she leaves.

“Goodbye, Joel.”

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #tlou #joel miller x reader #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller angst #the last of us #joel miller smut #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot

[starryeyedadmirer]

I wonder what Chris does when his tummy doesn't feel well... definitely whines like a baby but what else? What about Matt and Nick?

Chris:

Yeah, Chris is all whiny… just like an annoying child. He wanders around aimlessly — his hand pressed against his protruding midsection — going on and on about how badly he needs tummy rubs, and how he wishes someone would “just suck it up and caress his little belly” (his exact words). With the promise that he’ll stop whinging if someone — anyone — just gives it a good rub, the deal sounds promising enough. Chris wants you to believe that he’s only joking about it… that the voice he’s using is supposed to be the punchline… but, in all truth, you know that he’s incredibly desperate for those tummy rubs. All he wants right now is comfort and tender, human connection. Oh yeah… and he’s not holding back those farts at all😂. The man is loud and proud, when it comes to his butt-bombs… and he follows each one up with a hearty laugh.

Nick:

Nick can be a little bit bitchy when his tummy isn’t feeling so nice. He gets all quiet… almost robotic… and doesn’t want to be bothered. Don’t touch him, don’t talk to him, don’t say his name. Like… even having someone look in his general direction may start him on a passionate tirade😅. His belly is all big and tight — which makes him super insecure — and he tries his best to conceal it, any way that he can. Of course, his go-to move is to wear an oversized sweatshirt/T-shirt… but, just to be extra cautious, he keeps his arms wrapped tightly around his midsection, too. It may seem like he’s angry… but, in reality, he’s just laser-focused on maintaining his composure, and trying really hard not to let out a raunchy fart… or something worse. That would be mortifying! Really. The way he sees it, if he lets anyone else onto the fact the he’s not feeling so good, it’ll turn into this whole big thing… and he just doesn’t feel like dealing with any of that.

Matt:

Matt’s definitely a trooper… at least, when it comes to dealing with the uncomfortable feeling that’s turning somersaults in the pit of his gut. Sure, he may complain a bit… but, all in all, he’s the least disturbed of the three. He’s more worried about how Chris and Nick are doing than he is about himself — watching them closely, checking up on them, and making sure that they’re doing relatively fine… for the condition that they’re all in. He refuses to rub Chris’s belly… because that’s weird… but he only briefly hesitate, before asking the nearest person to take one for the team, and do whatever Chris asks of them. In his head, Matt’s racking his brain for what may have caused them to feel so bad — thinking over the entire day, to pinpoint exactly what it was. The second Chris starts acting a little too immature, or Nick gets overly-feisty, Matt is quick to chastise them both, and remind them that they’re not the only two idiots who are in pain. Maybe then, he uses his own pain to guilt them into behaving… but, truthfully, he’s not too worried about himself at all. As far as farting goes, he doesn’t dare. Chris and Nick are already handling their discomfort poorly… and, if Matt’s farts are really as bad as the other boys say they are, it’s in everyone’s best interest that he keeps them contained. Of course, it hurts his tummy, but he doesn’t make a big deal of it.

#starry eyes #thanks for the ask! #christopher sturniolo #nicholas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

[confessionsofatvjunkie]

This is gonna sound rambling, but I promise it’s gonna come around to buddie…

There’s a storyline in the original run of Will & Grace where Grace hooks up with Will’s brother. She’s freaking out about it so she’s talking to Karen, who isn’t at all surprised because, as she puts it “he’s the Will that will touch your boobies.” Silly punchline, but true sentiment.

They made such a big deal over pointing out how similar Tommy and Eddie are in this episode, and while I absolutely believe that Buck is legitimately attracted to Tommy, and I also feel that Buck deserves to explore these feelings with someone who is emotionally available to do so (and we all know Eddie isn’t in that place yet). I think there is also an element of Buck being drawn to Tommy because he’s the Will that will touch his boobies.

I’m excited to go on this journey with Buck, and for him to explore this new side of himself. Whether it leads to buddie or not, I just want Buck to be happy!!

#bi buck #buddie #911 abc #evan buckley

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Teenage Dream

“You think I’m pretty, without any makeup on.”

“Does this look good to you?” Jinx asked, sitting at her work desk, a makeup brush in hand and concealer in the other as she looked into her mirror.

“What does?” You asked, walking over as you leaned your head onto her shoulder, taking a seat beside her. “My makeup.” She confirmed, looking at you finally. 

“You look pretty with and without.” You smiled, but then frowned when you noticed Jinx’s shoulders slump and a frown make its way onto her face as she turned back to the mirror.

“What's wrong?” You asked, grabbing her chin gently with your fingers to turn her face back to you. “I’m tryin’ to look pretty.” She shrugged. “You already look pretty. What makes you think that you don't?” You asked, confused.

“My eyebags. They’re too dark, and the stupid freckles on my cheeks.” Jinx sighed, frowning as you sighed, turning her chair to fully face her to you as you leaned closer to her. 

“Your freckles aren’t stupid, I love them. And who cares about the eyebags? I love ‘em.” You smiled, Jinx raising an eyebrow. “Really? Ya sure about that?” She asked.

“Yeah, now if you still wanna put it on, go for it. But I like you either way.” You smiled, Jinx smiling back.

Her smile grew wider as she giggled when you pecked her face over and over, counting with each kiss as you counted the freckles on her face.

“You think I’m funny when I tell the punchline wrong.”

“Baby!” Jinx yelled, you jumped as she jumped onto your bed, a small book in hand.

“What is it?” You asked, chuckling at her. 

“Listen!” She smiled, opening the book as you sat up, leaning your head onto your hand as you watched her flip through the pages.

“What are you doing?” You asked, smiling. “It’s a joke book.” JInx said matter-of-factly, shrugging her shoulders.

“Okay, ready?” She asked, you nodded.

“A book fell on my head. I only have myself to blame.” Jinx said, looking up at you proudly as you just looked confused until it registered in her head.

“Oh! Wait, I said it wrong. Hold on, let me read it again.” Jinx giggled as you laughed. “Amazing joke as is.” You amused, Jinx waving her hand at you.

“A book fell on my head, I only have my shelf to blame!” Jinx finished, proud now.

“Wow, that was amazing.” You nodded. “It was, wasn’t it?” JInx nodded back, leaning her face closer to you as she laughed.

“I know you get me, so I let my walls come down. Yeah, come down.”

Jinx sat in your arms, repeating over and over it wasn’t her fault as she kept a grip onto your arm.

She had an episode, freaking out and sobbing when you found her. You knew why, never talked about them. But sometimes you knew it messed with her, your guys’ dead friends haunting her mind.

She always thought you would be fed up with it one day and leave, but you refused to. You pinky powder promised her years ago to never leave.

And you never will.

“Before you met me, yeah I was alright.”

Powder, even at seven years old, was very observant. She held hands with Vi as Vander brought them to buy food, Mylo and Claggor were messing with each other as she looked around the occupants of the Undercity streets.

It was a year after her parents died on the bridge, she always walked with some pressure on her chest. She didn’t know how to feel, it all felt heavy.

She eventually slipped her hand from her sisters, walking the streets as people waved at her and some even smiled, her being her, she smiled back.

But she eventually stopped, tilting her head confused as she saw another kid her age, their back was too her until it wasn’t.

It was you, you noticed her staring and your eyes lit up. You never really saw a lot of kids around, you weren’t with anybody. Powder noticed.

“But things were kind of heavy, you brought me to life.”

“Hi.” Powder smiled as she walked up to you, you smiled back at her.

“Hi, what’s your name?” You asked her. “Powder, what’s yours?” she asked back. “I’m (Name)!” You answered, your smile bright as Powder giggled. “What’re you doing here?” Pow asked.

“I got bored.” You shrugged, turning back to the booth and grabbing two apples, one for you and one for Powder.

“Here.” You handed her it, Powder taking it and looking down at it before back to you as you bit into your own. She then shrugged, finally biting it.

“Hey! You didn’t pay for that!”

Powder jumped at the booth owners yell, alarmed at your giggle.

You then grabbed her hand as the man at the booth tried to grab you guys, ducking and running away all while laughing.

Powder then found it hard not to laugh along with you, so she did. And that's how she met you. You brought something she seemed to be missing into her life. And she loved the thrill and high she got from it.

“Now, every February, yeah you’ll be my Valentine.”

“What’s this?” Jinx asked as you held some cape pops in front of her with a singular blue rose.

“It’s valentine's day.” You answered, smiling. “You like Valentine's day?” She asked, smiling as she took them. “Yeah, you don’t?” You answered, confused.

“Of course I do!” She jumped up, skipping off to who knows where and when she came back you jumped when she tossed a large bouquet of flowers into your hands.

“Valentine.”

“Happy valentines day!” Jinx exclaimed, setting off a button to trigger mechanical, colorful butterflies to fly around you.

You watched in awe as they flew around you before looking back to Jinx as she smiled proudly.

She then ran up to you, hugging you as you held her in one arm and the flowers in another.

How did you get so lucky?

“So let’s go all the way tonight.”

“You see that? That’s a knife!” Jinx exclaimed, laying beside you on her back as you both sat on the roof of a building. “You have an amazing visionary, Bluey.” You chuckled, not seeing the shape but going along for it.

“What do you see?” Jinx asked, now moving to lay on her side to admire you.

“I see, hm, you.” You smiled, looking back over at her as she smiled. “That doesn’t count! You’re looking at me!” Jinx poked your forehead. 

“How can I not?” You shrugged, sitting up also as she shook her head, leaning it on your shoulder as you wrapped an arm around her.

“I like this.” Jinx spoke up, breaking a small silence.

“...Me too.” 

“No regrets.”

“Do you ever regret anything?” Jinx suddenly spoke up, looking at you as you sat on the small count in her lair.

“Like what?” You asked, confused at her question.

“Ya know, do you ever regret…coming with me?” Jinx asked, frowning. “How could I regret anything? I never would switch my place for anything.” You smiled, Jinx returning it before laughing as you poked her stomach.

Jinx then got up, sitting on your lap and leaning into you as she scrunched her body into yours.

“Just love.”

She sighed, smiling and closing her eyes as you messed with her, very rarely, unbraided hair.

“I love you.” You spoke up, Jinx looking up at you finally to see your smile.

“I love you more.” Jinx stated, feeling your thumb run over her cheek.

“I’ll never regret being with you. Ever.” You said, Jinx staying silent before suddenly hugging you.

“Yeah we can dance, until we die,”

Jinx laughed as you spun her by her hand, a song playing in the background from the bar’s music box.

She sang along loudly to the lyrics, her voice mixing in with the song as you dipped her.

You dipped her too deep, though, as you both yelped when you fell.

It didn’t phase the blue headed girl though, she simply laughed as you joined in.

Both laying there, laughing in a pile of limbs, in your own small world full of love.

“We’ll be young forever.”

“Powder!” You laughed, almost falling off the couch as the girl stumbled into you. “Sorry!” Powder yelped back, jumping up higher on the couch as you tried to catch up.

“(Name)!” Powder exclaimed, laughing as you tripped over the armrest and fell off the couch.

“I’m good!” You got up, laughing before you yelped when she jumped onto your back. “Oh!” Powder yelped when you both fell to the floor now.

“No! You’re evil!” You yelled, getting up and running behind the couch.

“Get back here!” Powder tried catching you, but it just ended up with you both on either side of the couch, moving when the other did in an endless circle until Powder climbed the couch and tried getting you.

“Vi!” You yelled, evading the girl and running up the steps to the older girl in the bar, accompanied by your other family.

“She’s trying to hurt me!” You hid behind Vander, the man almost spilling the drinks he hand on the tray he had as he lifted it when Powder and you ran around him.

“Ah!” You yelled when Powder tackled you, the girl giggling before getting up and dragging you away by your foot.

“Vi!” You yelled for help, Vi laughing as she shook her head.

“Nope.” 

“Traitor!” You yelled at her, grabbing the wall to try and help but Powder was too strong as she drugged you back.

“‘Cause you make me feel like I’m livin’ a teenage dream.”

Jinx ran, giggling with spray bottles in her hand with your hand in the other.

You both snuck up topside, bored and wanted to annoy enforcers and ran once they caught you both spray painting a building.

Jinx and you were always caught up in something, your life was a chaotic dream, and she loved it.

“The way you turn me on.”

Jinx giggled in between kisses, her legs wrapped around your waist as you sat her on her work desk.

“I can’t sleep.”

“(Name), are you up?” Jinx whispered, the room dark as the clock read 3 AM. She couldn’t sleep. The voices are always pickering at her.

“What's wrong?” You whispered back, turning over onto your side to look at her as JInx did the same.

“I can’t sleep.” Jinx answered, quiet as you sighed before falling back onto your back. “Come on.” You gestured for Jinx to join you, and she did with a smile.

Jinx rested her head onto your chest, hearing the rhythmic sound of your heart beat under her ear as she sighed in contempt.

She didn’t remember when she did, but she did fall asleep. And she woke up with you with her, she was always better with you.

“Let’s run away, and don’t ever look back.”

“Are you sure about this?” Jinx asked, hesitant as you packed up your guys’ bags and she helped.

“I mean, if you want to go, we will. But if you want to stay, we can.” You answered, Jinx thinking about it as she had her backpack on her back already.

She then sighed, screw it.

“Okay.” Jinx nodded, smiling as you did. “Really?” You asked, shocked she would join you finally.

“He’s gonna be so pissed.” Jinx giggled. “Then let’s go before he finds out.” You smirked.

“Ever look back.”

You took her hand, pulling her along as Jinx laughed, leaving behind it all to be with you. And only you.

As long as she had you, she was okay with whatever life threw at you guys.

Jinx loved the high you gave her. She loved your touch, your voice and you in general.

Jinx was glad you stuck with her and loved her through everything.

The best she could do was return the favor.

#jinx x reader #Jinx x you #jinx x y/n #jinx arcane #jinx x gender neutral reader #arcane powder #arcane x reader #arcane x you #arcane x y/n #arcane violet #arcane mylo #Arcane claggor #arcane vander #jinx league of legends #powder arcane

[fuzztacular]

Fukunaga does stand up comedy, tonight, and he's hella nervous so the team has promised not to show up as audience.

Instead, they are at your place, bullying you into wearing something very flashy - like a neon green hoodie or the giant Pikachu Hat Fukunaga won you at last year's festival - so that Fukunaga won't notice them in the background when they smuggle you into the show.

What better way of curing nerves than to be more embarrassing?

I scowl at Kuroo. I'm kinda peeved that his sad excuse for an idea isn't such a bad one. Most of the old Nekoma volleyball team is crowded into my living room on an unannounced visit. After hearing that I was the only one allowed to go to Shōhei's second ever stand up show, he did a good job of hiding his first one from them, they were upset to say the least. His feelings on the issue didn't seem to matter, they are insistent that they support their friend and ex teammate. I think their curious natures are getting the better of them more than anything though.

As soon as I turn my back Yamamoto pipes up, "Aw come on, you know it would work!"

I heave a sigh, "Yeah yeah, just let me think for a minute."

It could definitely work, with a properly thought out plan. Do I have what I need to pull this off? What about timing? Do I signal them to come in after he's distracted or should they be hiding somewhere inside?

A vague plan starts to form in my head, but there are so many possibilities of failure. I turn back and eye them appraisingly. "Okay, if we're doing this, we do it my way, got it?" The group cheers, minus Kenma, who perks up in interest. "BUT!" They groan at the mention of another condition. "You guys owe us."

Yaku speaks up this time, eyeing me back critically, "What's your price?"

"I want one of those expensive cakes from that bakery down the road."

"That's all?" Lev's surprise is apparent.

"No that's not all, you guys buy our drinks tonight after his gig."

"Obviously," Kuroo leans back into the couch.

I clap my hands, "Alright then, here's how this will go..."

-----

Sitting alone at the closest table to the stage, I feel the hair at the back of my neck stand on end. Ever since we left my apartment I've felt eyes on me. So many eyes. And not just the Nekoma guys' either. I don't love all the attention but at least we know my distraction attempt will work. It's fine, this is totally fine. Just think of how decadent that cake is going to taste. This all will definitely be worth it...I hope.

As the act before Shōhei leaves the stage, I glance back to the bar area, making sure the guys aren't causing mayhem or drawing attention. Nope, all eyes are still on me. Phase One: success. As my man is finally announced, I perk up, preparing for my part in Phase Two.

Shōhei makes his grand entrance. I shoot to my feet hooting and hollering, clapping in overzealous excitement. The man of the hour startles at the commotion, turning my way and stops, mouth hanging open gawking at my attire. He can't seem to believe it's really me in the embarrassing cow onesie, udders in full view, topped with a bright glittery orange cowboy hat.

My wink restarts his brain and with a guffaw at my expense he proceeds... to make me the butt of his jokes for the next several, long minutes. My favorite punchline ending with, "that's not a cow, that's my future wife!"

Long story short, not only did I end up helping Shōhei with his nerves, but he never even realized the group was there until he met us at the bar. After I changed out of that horrendous get up, of course.

#it's just a little drabble so it's fine that the ending was rushed #Shōhei Fukunaga x reader #Haikyuu #look at me actually tagging my shit #lol