#this’ll likely never get settled

[savebrams]

#just kidding #this’ll likely never get settled #but it would still be fun to see what’s most popular #blackhawk #bishlova #yate #blackeye #hawkwidow #katelena #bishova #widoweye #yelena x kate #kate x yelena #for funesies #don’t take this too seriously

[icallhimjoey]

Reinvent Love

♥ ♥          Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader 

Summary: You and Joe are treading new waters. You’re no longer flatmates, but still close. More than friends, but nothing defined. Nothing labeled. Determined to not lose what you have, though. But, can you?

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, language, adult themes, fluff, season 3 of my flatmate!joe

Author’s note: uh-oh here we GO! the girls voted and the girls won, so here we are! the no-longer-flatmates-flatmate fic - you don’t need to have read define close or explain us, but it’ll obviously give you backstory, which might help!

Wordcount: 3.2K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five There was something living inside Joe’s chest.

It was only small, but definitely there. Ugly. Green. Growing. With potential to do real harm. It crawled around and scoped him out, exploring his heart from all different angles, carefully tasting it.

It hadn’t bitten him yet, but Joe knew if he lost sight of it – if he stopped trying to control it – that eventually, it would. And it would hurt. It didn’t exactly feel great now, but once it’d sink its teeth in, Joe knew he’d be done for.

He remembered when it still good. Still nice. Warm. And soft. And joyous, all full of love.

It used to be kind and sweet and would make him smile until his cheeks were quite literally cramping.

But it’d changed. It’d turned bad.

He wished he could’ve seen it coming.

It was a good thing that he found he was able to easily control it with rational thought. Problem was that rational thought had the habit of abandoning him once it got dark outside and he was alone in his flat.

His new flat.

Where everything was his.

Where everything got put in places that he chose. All his things were where he wanted them, all catering towards his routine. Which was why a basket of underwear made it into a bathroom cupboard, and why a shelf got put up near the balcony door, so he had a place to keep his cigarettes and a lighter. Gone were the days of rummaging through coat pockets ‘til he found what he was looking for.

It was sort of great, Joe wasn’t going to lie, living on his own.

It didn’t look quite as nice, not quite as homey, but Joe was sure he’d soon learn what the place was missing. He didn’t worry about it. There were more important things to worry about. Like, how quick dust built up into bunnies underneath the sofa and how every time he’d open his front door, it’d waft out from underneath, only to settle in the middle of the room for everyone to see. Or how somehow he panicked so much about keeping his plants alive that he was systematically overwatering all of them.

Idiot.

It was fine.

Rational thinking.

It was all fine.

Things were different now.

Good different.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have!” Joe joked as he let you in, pointing out the large bouquet of flowers in your hands.

His place already smellt amazing. Joe made a good roast, and had one going now, things in the oven, bubbling and simmering away.

“If I never did things I shouldn’t do, life would be very boring,” you said, laying the colourful bunch down on his island.

“Did... wait, did you actually get those for me?”

“Have you got a vase?” you were already opening cabinet doors. “You don’t, do you?”

When you didn’t get a reply, you turned to see Joe stare at the flowers. He looked a little dumbfounded.

“Joe?”

“Hmm?” he looked up at you and blinked a few times. “Oh, um...” he squeezed his eyes shut a second, trying to gather his thoughts.

Took too long, you thought.

“A vase?” you repeated, trying very hard to keep a straight face, to not let the smallest inkling of a smile slip through.

“Sorry, I don’t... I don’t think I’ve got a vase.”

Why the fuck would he own a vase, Joe thought.

“I’ll get you one as a housewarming gift,” you found a pitcher. “This’ll do for now.”

There was evidence on the counter of what Joe had been in the middle of, cutting veggies, preparing the gravy. But as you filled the pitcher with water, Joe still kind of hovered in the same spot in silence. Looked at the flowers that you’d brought in and felt silly for how those made him feel.

When you placed the pitcher in the middle of the island and reached for the bouquet, you broke his trance, and Joe softly laughed at himself.

“This is... my God, this is so sweet? I don’t think I’ve ever gotten flowers before.”

“Well,” you smiled back, about to throw stones into your own windows. “I didn’t get them for you.”

“Oh?” Joe immediately felt embarrassed. Mortified. Felt the skin of his neck flush with heat.

“I got them for your flat.”

Got him.

Joe let out the breath he was holding in defeat, dropping his head and smiling. Scoffed softly at himself because you were joking, and he was an idiot.

“You know, give it some colour. Give me something nice to look at when I’m here.” you plopped the flowers into the pitcher and didn’t get the chance to make it look nice, to arrange it a little, because before you could, you got picked up by the waist and shaken about. You shriek-laughed a loud, “No!”

“Something nice to look at?” Joe pressed his face into your cheek as you squealed through your giggles.

“Am I not nice to look at, huh?” Joe squeezed extra tight before he put you down, turning you in his arms and keeping you real close.

“You’re nice to look at,” you said sweetly, still grinning widely, nose nudging up at his. “If I could put you in a vase and arrange you all nice, I would.”

Joe snorted, and you felt it on your face.

“Hmm. You’re funny.”

You got kissed by soft lips that almost felt shy to kiss you.

“Don’t get me a vase.”

And then you got kissed a little harder. Bit more firm.

“I’ll get my own.”

“No,” you objected, speaking right into his mouth. “You’ll get a stupid one with like, frosted writing on, or something. Live, love, laugh.”

You felt Joe’s smile as he kissed you harder, both arms squeezing as they wrapped around your waist tighter. You sighed into Joe’s affection and took great comfort in the fact that you were alone. You were outside of your flat, which was still wild in your opinion, but at least you were alone.

Alone was good.

Joe’d gotten into the habit of showing affection when you were around others, around strangers, and you didn’t think you were ever going to get used to it.

The first time Joe reached to hold your hand, you’d nearly had a panic attack.

It wasn’t very cold, but the wind was cutting. Hurt your forehead as you walked and made you hunch as you pulled up your shoulders to shield yourself as best you could. Joe’s hand finding yours was a welcome warmth for your cold fingers, but it still made you fall silent as you tensed up.

Joe just held on for a few steps, and looked at you. You could see him stare from your peripheral, could feel the burn of it high up in your cheeks, and tried your best to ignore it.

“You can relax.” Joe humorously said, speaking softly and leaning in a little to make sure you could hear him.

“I am relaxed.” You immediately argued, because holding hands with Joe shouldn’t be weird. It should actually be normal. You tangled up with your full bodies more days than you didn’t when you shared a flat. If anything, Joe’s touches were exactly what turned you lax, all floppy and boneless.

“S’just cold.”

“Hmm,” Joe sounded unsure, very obviously not believing you, and squeezed your fingers a couple of times. When you didn’t smile, Joe let his own drop too, and asked if you were okay.

“Fine.” You reassured, growing a little defensive. If Joe could just stop talking about it, that’d be great.

“Should I– do you want me to let go?”

“No, it’s okay.” You said, sounding a little squeaky, but you doubled down with a squeeze of your own.

Joe took it, accepted it, albeit a little unsure if maybe he’d made the wrong move here. But you’d walked along, and you held hands, and when you fell into random conversation again, holding your hand became something Joe stopped thinking about. He absentmindedly rubbed his thumb along yours, and at one point used his grasp to pull you in front of him when you had to share a narrow bit of pavement with oncomers.

You weren’t like Joe.

Not for a single second had you been able to be as casual about it as Joe had been.

You focussed on your hand the whole while you walked, and couldn’t help but check to see if others were looking at it. If strangers that passed you looked down at your hands. To check if they could see. If they somehow knew that you’d never done this before.

You had.

But not like this. Not outside. Not in public.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to hold Joe’s hand, but there was something about this new phase you were in, where Joe walked over to yours to pick you up to go out for dinner together. Where he had to ring the doorbell and ask if he could quickly come up to use the toilet before you left. Where he pretended he didn’t know where the bathroom was and made you show him the way. Where he faked being anxious when you left your flat, saying that he hoped you liked the restaurant he booked a table at. Where he nervously asked if you liked Italian food, as if you hadn’t shared a million pizzas together.

Things were different now, and although you were close, would often do everything you could to dissolve into his skin, walking hand in hand through the streets of London felt insane. Like you were moving too fast, even though you understood how silly that sounded.

You’d spent that entire walk thinking of a natural reason to let go of his hand, and Joe had felt your fingers twitch. Felt how you seemed to change you mind about it every three seconds. But, you’d said he could hold onto you, so, he simply did.

It wasn’t until you reached the restaurant and used the heavy door as an excuse to wiggle your fingers from Joe’s hand, using both of yours to pull it open.

Baby steps, Joe thought as he smirked to himself, astonished that he’d gotten to hold your hand out in public for over ten minutes.

He was sure you’d slap him away the second he even attempted to intertwine your fingers together.

Which, coincidentally, was exactly what you did the first time Joe tried to lean in for a quick peck on the lips as you said goodbye to each other outside of his flat.

You’d been out, and were both in a bit of a rush to get home. You thought that the way you’d hugged his arm for a second was plenty goodbye. You’d pressed the side of your face to his bicep and said you’d see him later.

You’d reached the point where you wanted to go cross the street as Joe would walk the other way to get to his front door, and when you tried to step away, he yanked you right back by the elbow.

The way you recoiled away from him was so extreme, it startled Joe. You almost made it look like he was about to hit you.

“Jesus,” he mumbled under his breath, and you immediately apologised. You stepped back closer to him, were about to accept a quick kiss as an apology, but let your eyes nervously dart around to see if there were other people. If there were witnesses.

Joe just looked at you, blinked a few times and then, instead of leaning in for a quick kiss, squeezed you in your side.

“Calm down. Call me when you get home.”

And you’d blushed at how Joe’d smiled at you before he turned to head inside. Your face had remained hot until you got home where you then had to take a moment to shake all the nervous jitters from your body.

It was such a weird spot to be in, Joe thought.

How he couldn’t get too close if there was the slightest chance of someone seeing, but to have you literally whine at him inbetween his sheets if he didn’t touch you in the right spot with the right pressure at the right speed.

But steps were being made in the right direction.

You each had you own place now, and Joe made a point to sometimes not see you for a few days. He kind of enjoyed getting to miss you. He liked how his stomach did flips when you’d ring his doorbell after not having been over for a few days. He liked how absence made his heart grow fonder, and how that felt healthy.

Joe assumed you felt the same way; maybe you didn’t like it as much as he did, but surely you also understood how this was at least more normal.

He never thought that what the two of you were before was toxic.

It was just... weird.

Good weird.

But this was better.

Still a little weird, he wasn’t going to lie. But better.

He got to tell you to call him when you got home now. He got to invite you over to his flat for Sunday roast now. And you would then come and bring him flowers now.

Joe had never received flowers before. Well, maybe he had. But not like this. Not from a girl who brought them just for him. Just because. He kind of loved it. Kind of loved you.

“God, you were right.” Joe said, eyes unblinking, comfortably staring.

Both satisfied and full after an early dinner, the two of you laid out on Joe’s sofa - the one that took six weeks and then two more to arrive - and both looked at the bouquet up on the kitchen island. You were tucked into his side, with one of his arms slung around your frame. You held one of his hands with both of yours and absentmindedly played with his fingers.

 “I don’t know how this works but they kind of make the whole room look better.”

“They do.” You agreed, smiling, because you did that. You turned your head, tilting up to look at Joe’s face. “Please let me pick out a vase for you, though.”

Joe’s grin slowly grew as he said, “Absolutely not. Might just keep the pitcher for flowers only, I kind of like it.”

“Ugh,” you grimaced. “This is such a boy’s flat.”

“Well,” Joe started, raising his eyebrows, finally breaking eye-contact with the fresh bloom, tucking in his chin to look down at you. “I am a boy, so, that checks out.”

For a moment you just looked at each other, smiling, cuddled up into the corner like you always were cuddled up into the corner together. When you saw Joe flick his eyes down to your lips, you pulled the hand you were still holding closer to bite right into the skin between his index finger and thumb.

Joe pretended to flinch, but you were barely leaving marks as you smiled through the bite, big eyes looking up at him. Joe took a moment to just take you in. The way you looked at him had him biting his own lip before he tried to grab hold of one of your hands to pull into his mouth.

You were already scream-laughing and trying your best to pull your hand away before he even got close. It left you in a wrestling pile of limbs, Joe with his mouth open, growling and ready to bite at whatever got close enough. He ended up getting at bit of your sleeve in between his teeth, pinning you down into the soft seat-cushions and he felt drunk with joy.

He was so fucking happy.

Pretty girl in his flat, giggling away on his sofa, and she’d brought him flowers. It was kind of disgusting how he’d turned to goop on the inside.

Joe didn’t wait for your giggles to die out to get his lips on yours and kiss you silly.

There was something living inside Joe’s chest.

It was sticky and sugary sweet and Joe loved the taste it.

Loved how it bubbled over and leaked into his stomach.

Loved how it swirled into his limbs and made him reach for your hand to hold when you were walking outside.

Loved how it made him put his arm around your shoulders to pull you tightly into his side as you waited to get your coffees whilst the barista prepared them.

Loved how it grew as he took the lead on this new way of being together the way you had done before when you still lived together.

It made Joe want to introduce you to someone as his girlfriend, knowing full well that you hadn’t had that conversation yet, and that you’d likely have a melt down, but God.

It was just what he wanted to do, he couldn’t help it.

He wouldn’t.

There was a high probability that you’d actually murder him if he pulled a stunt like that.

The fact that you were kissing like this outside of your flat right now was already sort of stretching it, Joe knew.

You let Joe kiss you on his sofa for a minute. Let him slide his nose around yours with an open mouth that hovered over yours inbetween kisses. He made you work for it, having to lift up your head for more when he teased you for too long.

When you felt how Joe started readjusting his position on top of you, you knew you had to break it off.

“Hmm– Joe, no, I gotta–”

“Hm?”

“I gotta go, there’s– stop, there’s a potential flatmate coming over in a bit, I gotta– Joe!”

Joe finally broke away with an annoyed grumble leaving his throat as he did.

“Fine.”

“I can... I could always come back after?”

Joe shifted enough to let you escape the sofa.

“Hmm, you could, but I do have an early morning, so it’s probably not worth the trouble.” Joe sighed, lying back with an arm curled behind his head, watching you twist your clothes so it all sat right again.

“No?”

“I’ll probably be asleep by the time you make it back here.”

“Well,” you started, slinging your arms into your coat. “All depends on how long this is going to take. If it’s another 19-year-old trying to negotiate for a 30-70 rent split first thing, I’ll only be a second.”

“God, for your sake, I hope it’s not another student. But for my sake...” Joe made big eyes, giving you a suggestive look that broke into a smile when you laughed.

You gave Joe a last quick kiss as you bent over the sofa and told him you’d see him later, all casual.

Joe’s smile lingered as he watched you walk out.

“Call me when you get home!”

Yea... there was something living inside Joe’s chest.

And it was cuddly and fuzzy and comfortable and good...

For now.

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[kquil]

SIRIUS BLACK | 01:27 ⏤HIS FAVOURITE NEIGHBOUR

SUM : because of his ambition for music, sirius drives many of his neighbours to near madness until they eventually move away and then you move in...

G. : modern au ; muggle au ; rising rockstar sirius ; rising rockstar marauders ; neighbours au ; fluff

LENGTH : 0.8k

Sirius has gone through his fair share of neighbours and he can’t blame them; in his pursuit of music with the Marauders, his electric guitar has helped drive them away sooner than their contract ends. He has yet to maintain any pleasant interactions with his neighbours, all of the ones he’s had have been decent at first meeting but that’s usually when he’s greeted to welcome them into their new home, simple pleasantries. It’s a few days into living beside him that complaints start. 

It doesn’t bother him too much, seeing as they never stay long enough or were pleasant enough to be around for Sirius to befriend them but it was still a shame. 

And once again, the cycle restarts. 

“Oh hey,” Sirius greets with his usual boyish grin, devilish and delinquent, “so you’re going to be my new neighbour, huh?”

“Yup,” you smile, setting down some of your final few boxes to outstretch a hand, “I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you…”

Sirius shakes your hand with a smile, “Sirius Black at your service,” he brings your knuckles to his lips and winks playfully as you giggle, “nice to meet you too,” he greets, disguising his internal grimace with some light humour; the thought that you may not be as sweet to him in just a few days from now brings a sour taste to his mouth. It’s a shame, because you’re super cute. 

“Sirius…” you try saying his name with a growing smile on your face, “like the star?” Sirius nods with a shrug as you smile, “Cool name,”

“Thanks,” just as you’re about to pick up your boxes again, Sirius breaks the ice, “listen, I just wanted to warn you about something,” he uncharacteristically rubs the back of his neck with a hand, looking troubled as you raise a brow. 

“What is it?”

“I’m a guitarist, I play the electric guitar, actually,” you smile, originally cautious but already understanding where he was going, “so I would play often and it gets loud, just some fair warning,”

“I see, thank you for letting me know,” you nod thankfully, smiling and pick up your boxes again. 

“I’ll play only at reasonable times, I promise,”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you nod thankfully to him once more and go about moving in your things again, leaving Sirius to flash a bitter smile before making his way into his own home. You’re pleasant now but he’s sure you won’t stay sweet and adorable for long, you wouldn’t be the first…

Weeks pass and not a single complaint. 

Sirius was ecstatic. Not a single fucking complaint! You’re a saint, always greeting him with your usual smile whenever you two catch each other and he gushes about you endlessly to the boys. 

“She hasn’t complained once!” Sirius sighs with relief and connects his guitar to the amplifier, lowering the volume just slightly; he’s willing to be more courteous since you’re so understanding and pleasant, “what an angel,” he says more to himself than the boys as they share a look between one another. 

“This’ll be the first time we’re practicing together though,” James reminds him as they settle behind their instruments, “this will definitely test her understanding,” he chuckles as Sirius bites his lip nervously. You were so perfect, he doesn’t want to see you go now. Not only do you not seem to mind the music but you’ve treated him to home baked goods every saturday too and he doesn’t want it to ever end; your cookies are unbeatable!

“Come on guys…” he starts but is cut off by James practicing his part of the drums, Remus soon joining him on bass with a sympathetic smile and Peter follows with the keyboard. 

Muscle memory persuades Sirius to eventually join, playing only a few minutes more before he’s stopping everyone and forcefully lowering the volumes on Remus’s amplifier, on Peter’s keyboard and warning James to ease up on the drums or so help him…

“Alright alright, jeez, I just wanted to make sure this girl was the right one….” he pouts like a scolded child and the group continues to play with considerably lowered volumes. It was so far reduced that they were easily interrupted by a loud banging on the wall you shared with Sirius. 

As soon as they stop, they hear you shout through, “TURN THAT SHIT UP! THIS IS MY TYPE’A MUSIC!”

Everyone laughs, Sirius with the most relief, throwing his head back and they all make the proper adjustments. 

“Lucky,” Peter sighs with a pout, “I wish my neighbours were like her,” 

“Don’t we all?” Remus agrees with a nod. 

“Looks like she’s as perfect as you said, Pads,” James teases. 

“You should try her cookies,” Sirius winks, “they’re to die for,”

“Lucky bastard,” someone whispers and Sirius just laughs. 

PART TWO

A/N : i love rockstar sirius but what was his life like before all the fame? and then this timestamp came to be! i hope you enjoyed the reads, lovelies!

TAGLIST : @melinajenkins ; @astonishment ; @until-i-found-you ; @goodoldfashionedluvergirl ; @tiensmamains

NAVI.

#☆ : timestamp #sirius black #sirius x reader #sirius black fic #sirius black x reader #sirius black fluff #sirius black x you #sirius black imagine #marauders #marauders fic #rockstar sirius black #sirius black fanfiction

[azulsluver]

tw. yandere, bully!characters, manipulation, possessive behavior, heavy dehumanization, humiliation, starvation.

Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore

Everyone loved Kalim. Kalim was someone who people looked out for. Easily making friends with a happy ray of smile, it’s so so easy. You sometimes wish you were like Kalim, welcomed with open arms. Trying to befriend Kalim was not as easy as you thought, scared away by his overwhelming behavior, anxiety and fear because you weren’t so use to basic human decency. 

You were just a little too late. Word goes around from Cater’s schemes, your name dirty to everyone who looked your way. Glancing over at Kalim who’s ushered away from you...”you’re bad influence,” Jamil would say. There was small hope in you, chewing your bottom lip as Kalim looks back to see your intimidated figure. 

Kalim is smart enough to understand what was right and not. Frankly, he didn’t care about about your reputation. You’re you, the whispers of your name flood the halls and offices. Being you is no fun, because you are nothing but someone Kalim can easily walk over.

He’s keen on the thought.

Over the years Kalim “did” try to see what all the fuss was about, what’s got people so worked up about you? Magic was not in your blood, the legacy of your name had no value and yet you kept going. You still managed to survive the horrors of that school, he’s more than impressed.

He would never forget the day Riddle ordered you around like some brainless mutt, the fear and obedience in your eyes made his mind clog like water. Kalim is used to seeing people get told what and what not to do back in his hometown. He’s never liked it, but maybe this’ll be a change of heart.

Talk about horrible timing. Kalim will swoop you into his arms if you had any trouble involving money or got into some sort of debt. He’s more than happy to pay it, for a price. Not trying to sound like Azul, Kalim will be reminded of you once pure boredom settles in.

Someone is in trouble, in need, you need him and he's all too willing with an outstretched hand. The smile on his face is ill to look at, the face of kindness makes your skin itch with fear. Because as much as you didn't interact with Kalim, hanging around with the fake faced of hope was your set of reality

And you were right, Kalim was horrible. His tantrums are almost as wild as Floyd's yet he knew to better control himself, throwing fits in private you'd rather have servants running around to avoid his wrath. He would always want you near him, in his presence and by his side only. If Kalim wasn't able to watch you 24/7 that's what Jamil's good for.

Your position in Kalim's life is nothing but degrading. The fond hand of his would pet the top of your head - like a mutt. Kalim prefers to call you by many names, but being called a mutt occurs when his temper is lost. You learned the hard way that to have the things you wanted meant pleasing Kalim first. Every beck and call must you drop everything you're doing to be near him, the jingle of your collar will let him know you've been listening.

It's odd and uncomfortable on the floor, no matter how clean and smooth the ground is. Always on your knees and never your gracious two feet you were born with. Standing on feet will result in you being punished, locked in a room with no light or food. A simple mistake can have you thinning within weeks.

There’s kindness behind Kalim’s work. He’d always cry seeing your defeated and malnourished figure. It’s your mind playing tricks with you, but salivation of your basic needs begging to be taken care of sounds like a luxury. So you couldn’t help but whimper into his neck as he pets the back of your spine; telling you it’s your fault for him treating you this way. He never wants to treat his pets like this, but things must be done in order for a proper domestication.

Jamil has always been there from the beginning of it all. The first person to see when you’ve awaken and the last when slumbering. You prefer not to anger him, that got you nothing but the eyes he was blessed with.

His eyes were nothing but beautiful. But they were sharp, calculating and cruel. You know it’s done on purpose, when you had the wheels of your life, he took that away with a single stare. Something inhumane in them, staring too long has your head drawn low out of fear. Because you knew what he’s capable of.

You’re meant to be kept alive, you don’t make his job easy when you’re throwing items across the room from him after spending time with Kalim. Jamil takes this opportunity to try and gain your trust, even if he fails to support that intention by giving into his desires, you’d slowly start to believe in him.

Biting on the hand that feeds earns you a slap back, flinching whenever a finger lays on you. Growth, there is always room for it, the teeth reflective and becomes less, now you bow your head to instead lick at the palm like a good dog. The best there is, and the only thing you’ll be good for.

#kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #watch me take a whole another year to write for Pomefiore 🤤 #bully!au

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Twisted Monsterland: Sleepy Birds

So…let’s talk harpies.

Without going into details about the overall species (I’ll save that for the baby monster bestiary I’m working on), I will say that harpies can be based on all species of birds. Falcons, eagles, and vultures? Sure, they’re more commonly known as the base foundation for the species, but they’re not the only ones! Crowley is a good example as a corvid harpy, and some of Rook’s siblings are based on birds of paradise like parrots and macaws! Some can even be based on delicate birds like the hummingbird~

Oof…just thinking about having to flap my arms that fast as a harpy makes me tired! 0.0

Now, you’re probably wondering, “That’s neat! But…where are you going with this?” And that’s a good question! Because we’re gonna talk about birbs~!

I’ve never owned a bird as a pet before, but my grandparents had one when we used to visit in my childhood. One thing I learned about birds (aside from the fact that we had to clap whenever their bird performed a trick on her own and someone saw it) is that one common thing bird owners do to calm down their feathery companions:

The “sleepy-time blanket”!

When the blanket goes over the cage, it’s supposed to mimic night time so the bird thinks it’s time to sleep. And when the cover is removed? It’s time to sing good morning~! Granted, it seems like this varies from bird-to-bird, but considering how often I’ve struggled to stay awake in school whenever the teachers used powerpoint slides in a dark room? Yeah, I get very sleepy in those cases. 😅

Now…imagine if Yuu discovered this by complete accident in the Monster!AU. >v>

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Yuu: *hanging laundry out to dry on a bright, sunny day* “Hey, Grim? I need another clothes peg. The middle is sagging too much.”

Grim: “Yeah, yeah, here.” *flaps wings to hover next to Yuu, holding a bag in his paws* “Are we done yet? I’m bored…”

Yuu: “We’d be done sooner if someone hadn’t taken one of the bedsheets while the ghosts were collecting laundry and added one more load to wash and dry.” *unaware of a large shadow on the other side of the sheet, Yuu frowning as they go to take the sheet down and redo the arrangement*

???: “Bonjour, little Trickster~!”

Yuu/Grim: “Ack-!?!”

Crash!! Fwomp!

Grim: *pinned under Yuu* “Get…off! You’re heavy!”

Yuu: “Ow…sorry!” *climbs to their feet with a wince before turning to face the visitor now covered under the sheet* “Rook! You scared us half-to-death!”

*Rook doesn’t move, eerily silent as he stands there*

Grim: “Hm? Hey, wazza matter? You usually start talkin’ funny by now!” *huffs when he doesn’t get a response and goes to peek under the sheet* “Hey! Are you listenin’ to m…eh? Wait a minute…he’s asleep!?"

Yuu: “Huh??”

Grim: “He fell asleep standing! See?!” *yanks off blanket, pulling off Rook’s hat at the same time*

Rook: *straightens up with a blink, fluttering his wings before feathers settle down and he smiles* “Oh, there you are, Trickster. How are you faring this morning?”

Grim: “Mrah!? I thought you were asleep! What gives?”

Rook: “Hm? I was asleep? I don’t recall…”

Grim: “Yes you were! You were practically snorin’!”

Yuu: *picks up the sheet again, looking between it and Rook before slowly climbing back on the stepladder near Rook*

Rook: “Non, non, I promise you that I did not fall aslee-”

Yuu: *throws sheet over Rook’s head again*

Rook: “Mon di-!?” *freezes before slumping, standing in place in silence again*

Yuu: “…holy crap…I wonder if this’ll work on Ace or Cater?”

Grim: “What’s going on?!”

////

Needless to say, Rook was thoroughly confused by this until Yuu told him what happened. This also leads to a discussion on harpy parents using their wings to settle down rowdy chicks and restless hatchlings. Suffice to say, Yuu decided to run their own experiment on their fellow winged students. The results were…interesting to say the least.

Ace: Froze in place but was wide awake.

Cater: Fell asleep but collapsed on his side.

Leona: Blanket was torn to shreds from manticore quills. Hiding out in Diasomnia until he cools down.

Kalim: Normal blanket activates the zoomies. Introduced weighted blanket. Instant calm and Jamil is left baffled and grateful at the same time by this discovery!

Crowley: Fell asleep instantly. Sheets have been weaponized by the staff on occasion, so now he flies away at the sight of anyone carrying one towards him.

Seeing these results makes Yuu question what other animal reactions the students can possibly have. Meanwhile, their fellow students are warily watching the human scribble down notes in a notepad while carrying a jar of peanut butter.

Jack: “…why do you need me to be in beast form?”

Yuu: “I wanted to see something.”

Jack: “Okay…but what’s with the peanut butter?”

Yuu: “This? It’s just a tasty snack.” *opens it and scoops out a large spoonful* “See? Just regular peanut butter.”

Jack: “…alright.” *shifts into Fu dog form, nearly eye-to-eye with Yuu now* “Okay. What did you want to se—mfph!?!” *scrambles back after Yuu shoves the spoonful of peanut butter in his mouth, licking and trying to chew at the same time* “Blamph! Namf-nif-thaths?!”

Yuu: *scribbling notes* “Fu dogs react to peanut butter like dogs. Fascinating…I wonder if catnip affects manticore too?”

Ruggie: “Do you have some sort of death wish???”

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄: Shotgunning w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: i'm not even going to lie to you, i was really excited to write this. in no way am i endorsing smoking or being intimate while under the influence!

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As much as Daryl smoked, it was never something that he would ever suggest someone do. Which was why he was going through an internal battle with himself as you sat perched in his lap, arms thrown around his neck as he smoked. It wasn't like he didn't usually smoke around you, he often found himself digging into a random pack that he had found after some post-coital sex; but you telling him you want to try it? He just didn't know what to do.

This was not what he expected you to ask him as you asked to join him on watch over the prison, but as you planted your legs on either side of him, you kept looking up at him with those pretty, pleading eyes of yours.

“It's not like I'll actually be smoking it, Dar.” You persisted. “More like you'll just be blowing the smoke in my mouth.” One of his hands rested on your hips, the other holding the cigarette between his fingers. “Why do ya even wanna try it anyways?” He asked. You just giggled, “Because you look really fucking sexy, D.” His cheeks flushed as he looked away from you. “Stop.” He grumbled.

He considered it. Technically he'd be taking most of the addicting stuff right? He's seen other people do what was called shotgunning, and he wasn't going to lie and say he didn't find the idea of it attractive.

“Fine,” He drawled, “But only this once.”

Taking in a deep inhale, he held the smoke in his lungs, allowing the buzz to wash over him before cradling the back of your neck, your lips barely grazing his as he parted his lips, the smoke coming out and moving into your mouth as you breathed it in. The taste was gross, and it caused the back of your throat to burn, but strangely, it turned you on. As the rest of the smoke left his mouth, you were left squirming in his lap.

You felt breathless as you spoke, “That was so hot.” You rutted your hips against his crotch, Daryl choking a groan as he almost dropped his cigarette. “Again, Daryl. Please, again.” He couldn't say no as he grew harder in his pants, taking in another deep breath before blowing it in your mouth. You inhaled it eagerly, getting accustomed to the burn and the taste quickly. Your hips didn't stop moving as the buzz reached your brain as well, both of you in a lust filled haze as you humped each other.

He quickly stumped the stick, both of his hands now settled on you as he aided in your grinding. You slammed your lips onto his, getting throughly intoxicated with each other as pleasure coursed through both of your bodies.

“Daryl..” You moaned into his mouth. “Didn' know this’ll turn ya on.” He grunted, his cock pulsing against your jean shorts as the damp spot left behind by your wetness helped to aid you both into falling into your orgasms. “It wasn't my intention, but—” You gasped, “But I'm glad I suggested it.”

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[worksby-d]

A Great Mentor: Only If You Like It

A One Shot

Summary: You sit down with Andy to settle on a first and middle name for your daughter. 

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Warnings: None 🥰

Word count: ~800

a/n: Even though this is part of a series, it can def be read alone. I MISS THIS SERIES SO MUCH.

All you want to do is say hi and let him know you’re home, but he doesn’t give you the chance, pouting when you walk into his home office. 

“No,” he groans–almost whines as if you ruined something–gently closing his laptop as he drags the word out. “You’re home already?”

You open your mouth to retort, but you just scoff, “Yeah.” And you raise a skeptical eyebrow at him. “Don’t sound so happy about it.” 

“No, that’s not–” He shakes his head, laughing a little. He holds his arm out and waves you in to come closer to him and you roll your eyes as you push off the door frame to let him draw you in. “I’m just finishing up, sweetheart. But I wanted to have dinner ready before you got home for once.”

“Well, that’s okay,” you chuckle. “Don’t worry about it.”

He takes your hand once you get within reach of him, and you know where he wants you, but you just lean against his desk instead. 

It’s his turn to give you a questioning look. He’s used to you sitting on his lap. 

“C’mere…”

“I’m getting too heavy for that,” you mumble, resisting his gentle tug. 

“No you’re not,” he laughs quietly, giving one more reassuring try. “I’m strong, I promise.”

You give in, letting him pull you down to sit with him. With one arm around your back and his other hand on your growing belly, he gets you to relax. 

“See, you’re fine,” he winks. 

You ignore his told you so, wanting to get back to the cooking thing.

“I’d rather cook anyway.” You never let an opportunity to tease him slip away. “Remember that time I got sick after eating your parmesan chicken?”

“Hey now,” he chuckles. “That was before we were even together.”

“I know, I had to lie to my parents and say I was hungover the next morning when I was lying on their bathroom floor,” you laugh, giving him a playful shove. “Because telling them I was wasted was safer than telling them I was sneaking around with you the night before!”

“That was so long ago.” He shakes his head thinking back. “I’m sorry my cooking is subpar and maybe known for getting you sick once… or twice. Okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, giving him a quick consolation kiss. 

“How was your day?”

“Good,” you sigh, leaning against him a little more. “Really long.”

“Mm,” he hums, just holding you a moment, enjoying the quiet after all day. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Thanks,” you smile. He reminds you every chance he gets, especially during the past few months. “I–We,” you correct yourself, placing your hand on top of his over your stomach. “–Want to talk about something.”

“Yeah?”

“About her name…” Your voice trails off as you wait for his reaction. 

“Honey–” He chimes in immediately. “I’ve been thinking about it. I like Evren. I think it’s a beautiful name.”

You try to interrupt him. You don’t need to settle on her first name yet. But he doesn’t let you stop him.

“I can tell you really love it. And it’s growing on me… I think.”

You laugh a little at his rambling, running your fingers through his hair. 

“You really like it?”

“Yeah, angel.”

“That was easy,” you tease, sitting up proudly as if you just won something. “But that’s not what I wanted to talk about. I wanted to talk about middle names…”

He gives you a look, clearly confused. He doesn’t see the need for that yet without having agreed on a first name thus far. 

“I was just going to say that whatever we choose for her first name has to go with her middle name,” you explain. “And I have one that I want to run by you.”

“Oh, this’ll be good,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes jokingly. 

“Stop,” you laugh, swatting at his arm before getting more serious. “How do you feel about Marianne?”

“Mari–” He softly begins to repeat it, processing what you said. “Like my mom? Marianne?”

“Yeah,” you nod slowly. 

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,” you let out a small laugh. “It’s a beautiful name. But only if you like it.” 

“I love it,” he quickly assures you. “Evren Marianne…”

It’s your turn to repeat him, mirroring his smile as you listen to how the names sound together out loud.

“I love you,” he whispers, resting his head on your shoulder. “You’re sure?”

“I’m so sure,” you promise. He lifts his head to look at you when you gently nudge him. “I love when you talk about your mom. I want Evren to know her.”

He nods, leaning to give you a soft kiss. “Me too.”

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[bettysupremacy]

Midnight rain | Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve wants a family and a home with you, but you’re still chasing the fame of being a rockstar.

a/n this is dedicated to all my swifties. i love u. also, i’m incapable of finishing a fic on a sad note. sorry! happy ending.

Lemme know if y’all would want more of this

Request

“One more tour.” You cradle Steve’s fragile face in your warm hands.

Tears run over your fingers, dripping guiltily onto the blanket. He shouldn’t feel like this, and it shouldn’t have been you to make him feel like this. He was sunshine. The sight has your heart in pieces on the comforter between you.

“One more tour,” you whisper. “And then It’s you and me.”

He shakes his head. “I want that now.”

You know he isn’t blaming you for his hurt, but it gnaws at you anyways. “You know I do too.”

It’s weak, but it’s convincing. And true.

“I know you do.”

Your eyes search for his glassy ones. “But this’ll pay for it. Another tour is a house, more than that.” Fame. You don’t say it.

His chest aches. He knows you’re right, and the thought of ripping you from the very thing you want the most tears him apart. He slides into your arms, needy for affection. Your hand glides from where it cradles his jaw to behind his head, holding under his other ear. It’s an intimate touch that has him hiccuping into your chest.

The gratefulness that he’s this comfortable being vulnerable around you is burdened by your guilt.

You’d had this conversation before. It had started with your confession that he deserves more, and ended with him in tears again because he only wants you. He can’t imagine children with someone who isn’t you.

You’d left it at that. He’d wait, however long it took, and be there when you were ready. He just wish it’d be quicker.

There had been three tours so far. Three sold out worldwide tours that Corroded Coffin had traveled, each one a little more taxing on Steve. He missed you. He didn’t like being apart from you for so long, didn’t like calling you and knowing you were on a pay phone. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you. It was never that. He just missed the intimacy of home life he’d get in between travels.

“Eddie said this album would make the history books.” You whisper. You hate buzzing thrill in your voice. “This tour could mean big things.”

His head doesn’t move from your shoulder, but his arms tighten. “Big things that make the wait longer?”

“Big things that insure our future, Stevie.” You breathe out. “Another tour is the type of money where we’d never have to work again.”

“But you’d miss it.” He shakes his head the most he can. He’s right, you would. He couldn’t do that to you.

This was all you’d ever wanted, and you’d finally gotten it.

“We can still make music, corroded coffin can still make music, and once we’re settled, I don’t see why another tour isn’t possible.”

He sits up out of your hold, imagining this future. Your nimble fingers reach up to wipe over his cheeks, uncaring of the snot the runs.

His breathing is in staggers. “You, me, baby Harrington.”

“Yeah, baby,” Your shoulders shake with soft laughs, a light in the dark atmosphere. “I can still be rockstar with a kid.”

He smiles, pictures of you on stage with a bump flash his mind. “Totally metal to be pregnant.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” You brush his hair from his eyelashes.

He blinks funny because of it. “And I could go with you.”

Your eyes lock. He’s only ever been with you for one. It was too much for him, too much movement. And it’d only been the states.

“Yeah,” you nod. “I’d like that.”

He nods back. He doesn’t want to miss you again. Missing you was the worst ache he’d ever endured. Many sleepless nights, many red eyes.

His tired eyes claw at you.

This argument started at ten and now your bedside clock reads midnight. You hate to even call it that. An argument. He hasn’t tried to stop you, to argue that you shouldn’t go. He’s just upset, rightfully so.

You stretch to your nightstand, pulling the string on your lamp. The room goes dark, silent besides his breathing. Laying down, you give him enough room to lay down beside you, his ear to your heart. Your fingers tangle in his hair. You let the silence envelope you before whispering.

“In two years.. we’ll buy your parents house,”

He nods quietly. “I’ll knock you up.”

Your chest rises in quiet giggles. His mouth turns up at the feeling of it. “You’ll knock me up. She’ll grow up with her uncle Dustin and aunt Robin.”

“She?” His eyes close.

“We’re having a girl.”

“Okay.” He wouldn’t mind being a girl dad.

You scratch his scalp. “She’ll go to Hawkins elementary, tour in the summer.”

He hums.

“It’ll work out.”

“Me and you.” He agrees.

You were midnight rain.

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[pristine-rose]

sooo Columbina and Arlecchino with a female darling they are possessive of and has long hair? maybe like a new harbinger darling and childe just won't stop challenging her and something that gets on arlecchino's nerves more than columbinas even pantalone talks to the new harbinger sometimes with gifts in hand just to piss off arlecchino

hnnggg y’all know the harbingers are my fav in this game <3 this’ll keep a similar theme to the hair-brushing-doll fic for arlecchino that i wrote previously, just bc i thought it fit :]

arlecchino and columbina — devil take the hindmost

warnings : sfw, female reader, mentioned to have long hair ( enough to brush ), feat. childe and pantalone, themes of possession / jealousy / and “jokes” of capivity , columbina has ‘truth’ powers similar to aponia

“that’s lady signora’s melody, isn’t it?”

“indeed.” arlecchino smiled a bit when she answered you, lips curling up in a moment of slight tranquility at the mention of the late harbinger—one could almost believe she was kind. and with the same grievance, the third harbinger continued to hum such sweet notes from behind you, amidst her fingers threading through the strands of your hair. “columbina knows it by heart.”

the third harbinger made no response, instead choosing to continue humming behind you, dainty fingers threading through your locks. the vocals parting via sealed lips were gentle-sounding, very much like her own appearance. gentle… you’ve come to learn that columbina succeeded in deception.

“where did these come from?”

arlecchino knew no boundaries as she lifted up your wrist with undeniable force. those keen eyes of hers bore only a battlefield, and it was no different when the slashes on pupils matched the faint lines and scratches on the underside of your wrist.

looks like hiding them was no use.

“so unsightly…” columbina mumbled. and it was the first and only thing she’s said to you all day—choosing to only comment in distaste when her play-doll was marked up.

arlecchino glared. “they looked stiched.” the room almost felt colder. “expertly, so. as if a certain doctor did them.” the silence already bit at your stomach. they don’t like it when other people make modifications to what they claim as their own. “it seems like someone here got them in a rush.”

those wretched eyes were settled on you now. and you would’ve avoided them, had not columbina so gracefully clenched her fist at your hair, forcing you to look up. “tell me, who gave these to you?”

you would’ve lied under a guise of self-infliction, you really would’ve. but it was almost as if the mental, twisted powers of the angel behind you hammered nails down your tongue, forcing you to spit out the bloody truth of your comrade.

“childe.” his name felt dry against your throat. “he wanted to spar, and i got hurt.”

arlecchino’s eyes shifted darkly. and somehow—in some sick, decaying way—you wished the bore a look of sympathy. but she would never give anything of the sort, no. only anger fueled from selfishness that someone else would make their mark.

“o, dearest of knights,” columbina sweetly muttered against your hair, calling out the attention of her other harbinger companion. “you haven’t noticed yet another grotesque addition to our darling.”

as arlecchino’s eyes dipped downwards towards your neck, the air in your lungs suddenly restricted.

“a golden accessory dangling from her neck,” columbina whispered so ghastly disapprovingly. “there’s only one man i know who would gift such an expensive, yet tasteless piece of jewelry…”

arlecchino scoffed, “so shes flocking along with the men of our ranks now, is that what is happening?” she seemed enraged. to witness this demented side of her was no matter to take lightly with a temper like hers; it would actually make you thankful of the kind hand that was still choking your airflow,—for if it was arlecchino’s torn, inked monstrous of a hand, your skin would be in shreds by now.

“w…wait…” you croaked out through shallow, constricted breaths. the thin fingers of the third harbinger felt like sharp spider webs at your skin. “please… let me explain…”

“explain well, foolish one,” said the harbinger behind you.

“they’re… just my friends…”

—which was truly, a completely idiotic thing to say. but you were exasperated as it was not even a lie. childe just wanted a friendly spar, simple as that. he would get dottore to stitch your wounds to avoid this exact occurrence from happening. and, pantalone really just gave you this necklace as a welcoming gift for joining the harbinger ranks.

and yet, the chain of that same gold necklace was being clawed at by the knave. she did not care whether she tore at the skin of your collarbone, or at the pout of columbina—all she cared was to tear that accessory to crumbling chains on the hard floor.

“my knight,” columbina frowned, and you took a gasp of breath as her hand suddenly loosened. “you’ve shaken her up. look, our darling is trembling, and her blood is dripping to the new clothes i just dressed her in…”

shaking? were you really trembling so much in the third harbinger’s arms?

“to hell with it,” arlecchino scowled. “if she thinks she can be oh-so good friends with the others, then she better learn to take a scar that damned doctor cannot stitch.”

“but i want her to all clean and pretty for us,” columbina whined. “so mean… i can’t play with a doll that’s covered in her blood…”

a doll… that’s all you were to them. not a fellow member of the fatui, or even a harbinger.

it was times like these you missed lady signora—these cold, chilling nights when columbina returned to humming the late harbinger’s tune and cleaning you up.

but not for kindness, no. just for display.

hi hi i’m still here !! i just left tumblr for a little bit because honestly it did not feel rewarding or worth it to post when no one—like not even my friends—can see my fics since they get labeled so fast… 😭

but we’ll work on it, or i’ll just give up and make a new blog LOLOLOL

#arlecchino x reader #columbina x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

[huenation]

try again / cyj

word count: 2,172

genre: angst, comfort, friends to exes to friends to lovers

warnings: self deprecative jokes, heavy on the mutual pining, bad household, and that moment when u don’t know who u are XD (happens to us all <3)

synopsis: the line of being friends and in love got messy with your past breakup but in your case, was it ever really there if you’ve both never stopped loving each other? ★ prompt addition

soundtrack: try again by jaehyun, d.ear

“thanks.” yeonjun says looking directly at you though you don’t meet his eyes, too caught in making sure the cup of hot chocolate you give him doesn’t spill. you smile and settle down adjacent to him, missing the way he watches you even if it’s so briefly. he glows just about every time he looks at you but considering it’s been years since you’ve allowed yourselves to be romantic towards one another (since the breakup), you always miss it. that, and you’re also oblivious.

“so, you wanted to talk?” contrary to the casualness of your tone, you’re actually so anxious you could throw up. yeonjun’s wide smile falters, glow in his eyes following, and he sets his drink down beside him he’s also filled with anxiety.

“yeah, i do,” he pauses. “i think we should continue our chat from the other night, and i also know you want to talk, y/n.”

oh yeah. that one.

one would think that after years that a past relationship would not be on the forefront of your mind and your heart but it was. you never really felt like you could move on, always missing closure and never having stopped loving yeonjun. but you kept that part to yourself, feeling like he would be much better off with someone else even if you’re past that hurdle in your life that had brought you two to separate in the first place (among other things).

it was a fun night out at a busy cafe, in a circular booth with your friends. yeonjun had gone to go order a pastry but came back, frantic, asking for advice or what he should say to someone he thought was super and had been in line behind him, unsure of how to go about showing his interest.

in response, like you always do, you joked about he came to the worst people for advice since you and all your friends are currently single. beomgyu just laughed along, the others adding on other reasons that were mainly comedic value.

that is until the next thing you said. well, the other guys giggled, too, since you both only ever referred to your failed relationship with jokes, or rather you did. it was just a thing that you hardly ever took things seriously, so happy go lucky and keeping things lighthearted even if most of your jokes orbited your self deprecation (within reason — you had plenty of other content for your jokes).

you joked about the most confounding evidence as to why he shouldn’t ask you for dating advice; he had dated you and you broke up with him.

in between stirring around some of his foam at the bottom of his drink, kai asked, “oh yeah, why did you guys break up? it’s been so long.” you snorted, shaking the ice of your drink. “guys, be for real, obviously, i’m obviously just the weird detour you take before you find the right person you wanna be with. you could have a real shot with this person.”

“okay but — ” you were giggling still. “when you guys get married, i’ll be able to thank myself for being at my worst then.

yeonjun scowled at that. “why?” all the other’s conversations seemed to happen around the two of you, distracted by something else.

“‘cause. you deserved better then and maybe this’ll be the person you were deserving along. and i can finally tell myself that we broke up for a good reason.”

your voice had been so still and quiet, yeonjun’s heart shattering, while you ripped the lid off your plastic cup. so nonchalant. he stared at you for a moment before pushing off the table and taking a step back.

“that wasn’t helpful, y/n.” he had said quietly to you. you simply rolled your eyes playfully, lighthearted smile to balance, snickering along beomgyu and soobin to whatever they were bantering about. kai and taehyun on the other side had tossed out random tips that obviously didn’t work for them.

“come on, jun, you don’t need to worry. she’s obviously gonna like you.” you muttered nonchalantly, so confident that the distant shatter of your heart was out of sight and ear, even in the face of the man you’ve never stopped loving.

“i doubt it, but i guess, i’ll still try. better than nothing…” he said quietly.

“well, good luck, jun.” you told him dismissively while trying to get the remaining toppings to your iced drink, unseeing of the way yeonjun frowned as he walked away.

you only half remembered what you’d said that day. all that was positive was that you had said too much. yeonjun on the other hand had remembered everything.

“hey, you know what i just remembered? did that girl ever text you? ‘cause you guys did exchange phone numbers, right?” he blinks a few times, carefully watching your face, before he shakes his head. his pretty raven hair comes down almost to his shoulders, so much longer than the boyish trim look he’d had when you two dated. despite that much, you think he hasn’t changed one bit.

“well yeah, we did, but i never actually texted her.”

“oh.” an unsettled moment of silence falls between you two. you’re focused on a certain stain on the table below you guys.

“listen, y/n — ” he starts and you wince, already trying to dismiss him from initiating, even if it is rude to interrupt. “no, yeonjun, i think, no, i know we never really talked about why i ended things between us. and look, i know you… you respected my decision and understood me even if it was so sudden and over a reason i didn’t disclose entirely, but, oh god — “ he notices your eyes are welling with tears, a bitter but annoyed smile on your face because of it. he knows how much you hate showing your weakness, let alone being vulnerable.

his heart pounds in his chest. he would give anything so that you could stay smiling and happy, anything but this. this hurts. “i’m a different person now than i was then, and-and you deserve to know what happened.”

your voice breaks. yeonjun’s gripping on his (your) mug so tightly his knuckles are white, the cute little bow of his mouth shaking, eyes watering so enough to sting, his throat burns with the urge to bawl as you tell him.

because of everything going on in your house those few years ago, fragments of your family that got under your skin and poisoned you, the tortuous process of trying to leave, battling the old you and the new you, and the weight of everything else, including your new boyfriend (yours truly) and insecurities for being good for him, it’s easy to say you weren’t at a place to be in love, certainly with the people around you who made sure you felt like you didn’t deserve it either.

even though you were all friends for much longer before you got together, god knows you and yeonjun had been pining for one another for years, it became too much, knowing that things were getting too real.

you were at your lowest. yeonjun was always as sweet and caring to you as ever, but instead, his actions made you feel worse. you could hardly give him an ounce of what he deserved in return. if you had the energy to talk to him, it’d end in arguments that you walked away from, too tired to continue.

it seemed like it was time to close that chapter instead of prolonging the pain. you didn’t know who you were then. and you knew yeonjun deserved better than what you were giving him, even if you weren’t exactly be transparent.

years went on. neither of you ever really settled down, just little flings here and there that you’d support each other on, but none of those ever stayed. (he and you made no effort to make them stay…) you always joke about your relationship, since it was so long ago, about how failed it was and naive you were then. at first, yeonjun did joke about your failed relationship, but he couldn’t bring himself to — not when he had known that you really did love him and he certainly has never stopped loving you.

you disclose certain details but hide other specific ones, trying not to give away too much of the fact that you’re really a vulnerable thing who still hasn’t grown up after all these years. it’s a hard thing to keep up a facade that conceals the truth.

when the dust of it all settles, silence falling in the mix, he hears it first before he sees it: your tear drops on the table near your wringing hands. and like clockwork, they come to swipe them off like they were never there in the first place, but yeonjun stops you, speed before your very eyes register it, carding your face in his hand from his side on the table. he leans over his corner of your furniture like it’s nothing.

your eyes give you away.

the relief but tide of emotions feels second to letting yourself be hit by a wave, feelings that have been locked away for such a long time. at least a moment reveals so.

with a soft laugh, you drop your gaze with a sniffle and try to shrug him off, an attempt to pretend that didn’t happen. it’s all you can do not to cave in and admit the mess that you clearly are in front of him, especially when you feel his touch. but he doesn’t budge.

“i wish you wouldn’t do that.” his own voice betrays him, so unstable and choking up on him. you blink through the muddle of tears growing. “what?”

“think of yourself so lowly. you have so much importance and you mean so much to the people in your life. it has never and it will never matter which point you are in life, whether at you’re worst or best or in between, you will always be capable of being loved. you have never deserved anything less.”

he wishes he could add, ‘and i wanna make sure you know that’. in due time, he hopes. in due time.

you’re wetting his hand with your tears. your stomach is curling and curling, chest buzzing, lips fumbling as your body wrestles with the tide of wanting to bawl like a child.

yeonjun gently swipes the wetness on your cheeks, smiling sweetly, patiently, and so full of love. it breaks your heart a thousand times over than it did the first time when you’d broken up with him.

not once have you ever really stopped loving him.

“i wish you knew that… you didn’t have to prove that you’re worthy enough to be loved. you being you was enough for me. you being you is more than enough,” you let out a sound between a cry and yelp, one that shows exactly how crooked and darling your smile is even if tears stain your cheeks. “i‘m sorry i never said it enough, but i’ve been in love with you for so stupidly long.”

his thumb dares to brush so gently over the corner of your lips, just the way he used to do. his eyes skin across your face so carefully. his stomach twists once his mouth opens,

“so, cards out on the table, y/n, i wanna try again. i know it’s not my place to demand something like this from you, but… it’s how i feel,” you don’t say anything, blinking eyes meeting his, in beats of silence broken by shaky breaths and sniffles. he smiles again despite his nervousness. “and you don’t have to agree or anything. again, it’s just how i feel. i’d only want to try but if you do, too, for you to say yes when you’re ready.”

he fumbles with shutting down a ghost of ‘my love’ as an ending to his statement, like he always would say in the past. he can’t help it.

you give him a genuine smile, one that reaches your eyes, and one that he misses every single moment you spend not smiling. such proximity and joy trickles distant memories in colorful explosions behind your eyes in a kaleidoscope of nostalgia. a knowing look is exchanged between you, no words.

it speaks more than none that you understand him and are infinitely thankful. you say so through mouthed words. he nods slowly in acknowledgement. you can feel it down to the marrow of your bones…

oh, how you’ve missed him.

“okay, i’ll let you know when i’m ready, yeonjun. it won’t be that long, just so you know,” you say wetly, sniffling and clearing your thin voice. yeonjun smiles, too, for a change. remember when he didn’t used to smile so much? “i’ve been waiting my whole life to try again with you and even longer to let you know better that i love you, too.”

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note: i loveddddd this idea that was an addition on to my silly little prompt so badly you don’t even know 😭😭😭😭😭 it’s probably obvious but this was heavily inspired by certain plot details in ‘new girl’ shoutout to nick miller <3 (not sure if i should stick with this lowercase format or not… either way ~) tysm for reading!

#tomorrow x together imagines #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun angst #yeonjun x reader #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt angst #txt x reader #txt fluff #txt comfort

[slytherinsallows]

Sleepover in the ROR 🌶️

(mc x seb x ominis x garreth slightly nsfw drabble , possible part 2? 👀)

A/N: Ever thought about how a sleepover with these three would end? I wasn’t really sure where I was going with this but enjoy anyway ;)

“So happy you invited us all over for a sleepover mc!” Garreth chirped as he dragged his duvet and pillows into the room.

“Yes, this’ll make a lovely change from the slytherin boys dorm room…” ominis added as he made his bed up in the corner of the room next to Sebastian.

“Hey! Are you saying you don’t love sleeping in the bed next to me every night.” Sebastian chucked at his best friend, nudging him playfully.

Ominis rolled his eyes and tutted as he plumped his pillow. “It’s no problem boys”, Mc replied, “It’s the least I could do for how much you’ve all helped me settle in this year” she smiled warmly. “Did I ever tell you that I had the biggest crush on you when I first met you in DATDA clsss?” Sebastian smirked, as if this thought had never been spilled from his mouth before.

“Had?” Garreth scoffed.

“Only about 10,000 times Sebastian.” Ominis replied, unimpressed at his flirtatious attempts towards mc, which were a daily occurrence by now.

Sebastian groaned. “Oh you two ruin all my fun… mc loves to hear this story more than I love looking at her pretty face” he licked his lips.

Mc hit him playfully. “Now…” she started, turning around to rummage in the cupboards. As she leaned over she gave the boys a perfect view of her ass, teasingly covered by some skimpy pyjama shorts, how soft and peachy it looked, how it jiggled slightly as she went on her tip toes to reach. Of course, Ominis was oblivious to the view , but the boy wasn’t stupid, almost feeling the heat radiating off Garreth and Sebastian’s cheeks as they watched her in awe.

“What’s a sleepover without a little alcohol?” She giggled, turning back around with an armful of drinks. She chucked all the boys a drink before grabbing some snacks to go with it, sitting cross legged on the floor while munching away on her popcorn. Sebastian quickly finished his first, playing with the empty bottle in his hands. (I think you can see where this is going 🙈)

“We should play spin the bottle!” He suggested.

“Uh sure! But you know you’ll have to kiss each other if the bottle doesn’t land on me…” Mc giggled at his idea, curious to their reaction if they had to kiss eachother.

“Oh shit yeah” Sebastian laughed his obliviousness off before pausing and shrugging. “What the hell. It’s worth if I have a chance to kiss you” he smirked.

“And who says I was up for this?” Ominis exclaimed, wide eyed and cheeks flushed.

“I think we need to get some more shots into Ominis.” Garreth said, “I’m definitely in.”

“I don’t need alcohol to be persuaded into doing something. I can make that decision on my own!” He said, crossing his arms in a pout.

There was silence. “Okay then you can just listen to the sound of our lips smacking together” Sebastian joked as he grabbed the bottle.

“Okay fine. I’ll play”

“That’s what I thought” Sebastian chuckled whilst all of them gathered in a circle.

“Ladies first” Garreth smiled, gesturing for Mc to begin the game, earning him an eye roll.

“Okay” she said, leaning forward slowly, her perfectly round breasts peaking out the top of her pyjama vest as she did so, giving the two sighted boys a view. She traced her fingers over the glass seductively before spinning it, excited yet nervous as to who it could land on.

Her eyes met Sebastian’s lips as it curved into a sly smile, watching as the bottle slowed teasingly, before finally stopping, pointing at Sebastians crotch which she couldn’t help but now stare at. He already looked so big through his trousers, and no kissing had commenced yet. Or maybe he was naturally like that and she hadn’t noticed until now.

“You hexed it” Garreth rolled his eyes at Seb, snapping Mc out of her trance.

“What? Did it land on me?” Ominis asked innocently, unable to tell.

“Bitter are we? Don’t worry Garreth, wait till it’s me and you.” He teased, making Garreth break out into a confused blush while answering Ominis’ question.

Sebastian crept forward towards Mc slowly on his hands and knees, licking his lips as he did, like a hungry wolf with sights on its prey. Mc tried to hold back her blush as she copied him, crawling until their faces were inches apart and she could feel Sebastian’s hot breath against her perfectly plump lips.

Sebastian stopped to caress her face, tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear before delving into her, nibbling on her lip playfully as she kissed back. His lips tasted of wild strawberries, Mc savouring the taste as he bit down on her bottom lip, earning him an exasperated moan. She reluctantly pulled away for breath, panting lightly as she fiddled with the buttons on her vest, which were barely keeping her breasts from spilling out. Her erect nipples were painfully obvious now.

“That was so fucking hot.” Sebastian whined, an even bigger bulge forming below his trousers now. “Why didn’t we do that sooner?” He teased, his eyes wandering to her breasts, his head running wild with dirty thoughts.

Mc tried her best to compose herself before Garreth hastily grabbed the bottle, desperate to experience what Sebastian just had. She watched intently, trying to prepare herself for if Garreth landed on her too.

“Okay… now if I spin it like this at this speed then I’ll definitely-“

“Oh for fucks sake just spin it Garreth” Ominis groaned, clearly frustrated with this game for how embarrassingly hard it had already made him just spectating.

Garreth spun it, everyone falling silent in suspense. Garreths smile dropped as it landed on Sebastian yet again. “This bottle really does like me” Sebastian laughed.

“Okay. Come here Weasley”

“No no no…” Garreth laughed awkwardly.

“That was the rules Garreth, you all agreed to it knowing you might have to kiss eachother” Mc explained, secretly enjoying this.

“Fuck” garreth cursed as Sebastian began to crawl over to him, loving every moment of teasing him. The two had definitely had their arguments in the past, bickering at any inconvenience they could find between them and when they weren’t doing that, they were fighting over Mc. So let’s just say there’s some…tension… between them.

Sebastian pinned Garreth down playfully, staring down at him, his signature smirk painted across his facem enjoying having this control over the redhead. Garreth groaned, trying his best NOT to enjoy this scenario. Garreth braced himself as Sebastian’s lips locked with his, expecting him to just peck him on the lips but the boy had other plans. Garreth moaned into the kiss as Sebastian lightly tugged at his hair, his other hand finding itself on his neck. Garreths hair was super sensitive, it was part of the reason he liked to keep it long, as he always craved having it pulled so this was pure torture for him.

Sebastian broke away, wiping the excess saliva off his lips as he did so.

“Fuck Sallow,” Garreth breathed, frozen in the position he’d been left in, submissive and exposed.

“Did I surprise you Weasley?” He laughed, looking to Ominis and Mc for their reactions.

“Wow… it looked like you needed that to release the years of arguments you guys have pent up” she giggled. Watching that had made her ridiculously wet, and it was starting to show through her shorts.

Ominis was confused. Listening to his two best friends making out was making him feel a certain way, something he couldn’t put his finger on. He had put it down to his nerves but now he wasn’t so sure…

“My poor Ominis… All left out from this” Sebastian said, handing him the bottle.

“Let’s see if you can guess who you land on”

Ominis held his breath as he spun the bottle, whoever would kiss him would be a surprise, as he wouldn’t be able to see it coming or even brace himself. It was nerve wracking.

He ran a hand through his now, slightly messy, blonde hair as he waited patiently for a set of lips to move against his.

To his surprise two sets appeared, one on his lips yes, but one on his neck too…

The bottle had landed between two of them…

“Fuck wha-“ he moaned into the kiss, confused but visibly enjoying this from how much his cock was pulsing. The set of lips on his face were too soft and delicate to be anyone but mc and the ones on his neck felt rough and messy, like you’d expect of a guy…

The lips pulled away, giggling softly in unison as he frantically tried to work out who was left out from this equation.

“Mc and…Sebastian?” He ventured, honestly just guessing at this point.

“Nope…” Sebastian smirked.

“Though you should be honoured he thought it was me Weasley” he laughed.

“Shut up sallow. Sorry if I got carried away Gaunt” Garreth apologised, admiring the fresh hickeys he has left on the boys neck.

“It’s fine… and as for you dear,” he turned to Mc who was silently enjoying all of this,

“Those lips are to die for” he groaned.

“Die for? I’d kill for them on me any day” Sebastian shrugged.

Mc couldn’t take this anymore. She had to have them.

“Then just take me” she shrugged simply.

“Excuse me?” Ominis questioned, trying to hide his pulsating cock under his blazer.

“All of you. Have your way with me. Right now” she begged, finally admitting defeat and giving into her hornyness, flopping across all of their laps, grasping at their clothes pathetically.

Garreths cheeks were redder than his hair.

“Now that’s what I wanted to hear.” Sebastian smirked.

Part two? 👀

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #garreth weasley #garreth weasley smut #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt smut #ominis x reader #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow smut

[mama-qwerty]

Knuckles Series - My Way

Okay, so overall, my whole family had fun watching it together, and there were things I liked about it, and things I thought could have been done better.

So how would I have handled the series?

Buckle up, this’ll get long.

We open the same way (without Sonic’s voiceover – let Knuckles explain things and get us into his mindspace) and see Knux training in his home-built obstacle course. Once he’s done, he feels victorious, before his smile drops and a new expression clouds his features as a thought occurs.

Now what?

He’s the most dangerous warrior in the galaxy. He’s bested countless opponents, survived harsh environments and any challenger who came forth. He successfully completed his quest to find the Master Emerald, allowing his tribe and ancestors to finally find peace.

But that’s something he can’t understand how to cope with.

Peace.

He’s never known it. All his life has been a struggle, a fight, a battle to be waged and won. Now that he is safe, without constant bounty hunters after him, without fearing being tossed into an arena to fight for his life, what does he do with himself? What’s next?

This is when he heads back to the house to ‘battle’ the handymen. Maddie tries to soothe things over, but they drive off, and she makes her way to Knux, who’s celebrating his victory over the ‘trespassers’ with Cool Ranch Doritos.

Now, instead of her getting frustrated and just walking off to talk to the others about the “little red barbarian”, she sits down with him and tries to have a real talk. Tries to get to know him, and understand him better. He’s still in the kind of arrogant, boastful, “I’m the most dangerous warrior in the galaxy” mindset, so he’s not really listening. But she tries.

Next thing you know, he’s on the roof with Ozzy and Sonic goes up to chat with him. He meditates, does the fighting pit and Iron Throne, and gets grounded. All that can stay the same.

Here’s where we diverge.

Sonic comes up, gives him the “Just relax” speech, and Knuckles does some grumbling about it before sitting near the Master Emerald. He vents a bit about how he can best any challenger, but doing nothing is harder than any battle he’s ever faced. He just doesn’t know what to do with himself, so he prays to his ancestors for guidance.

The ME glows, and his father appears before him in a vision. Dad tells Knuckles he is so proud of him, and when Knux questions what he should do now, Dad tells him that the time for fighting is at an end. That echidna weren’t always warriors—they were protectors once, using their strength to keep those weaker safe.

Knuckles contemplates this, and asks what that means for him. He has already pledged his life to protecting the Master Emerald, what else is there?

His father smiles, and shakes his head.

“My son, there is so much you have missed as you journeyed to finish our quest. You were so young when I left you. Do you not remember the village? Our tribe? We had songs, and history, and traditions that brought us a sense of belonging and togetherness. We were more than a tribe. We were a family. A home. Any man is stronger when he has those he cares for at his side. Those he trusts.”

Knuckles bristles at this. “I was hunted for most of my life. Constantly searching. I have no home. No tribe. Not anymore. I am alone.”

Dad shakes his head again. “That is not true. But I fear you will not believe me, so you shall have to come to see that for yourself.”

Knux gives a harumph. “The honor of the echidna falls to me alone.”

“Our honor was tainted by the actions of some so long ago that the truth has become lost. Your quest is ended. Your fight, over. You’ve returned what was once used and lost by those with ill intent. Your actions are noble. That is where true honor lies.”

Silence settles for a moment, before Knuckles speaks again, softly.

“I miss you. I . . . was not prepared for what I found in my journeys.” He paused. “For what found me.”

“I know, my son. I curse my own stubbornness for not turning back once the battle looked too lost. For leaving you so alone. I beg your forgiveness for being such a fool.”

“You were a warrior. Your brothers in arms needed you.”

“I was a father first and foremost. My son needed me more.”

More silence. Knuckles looks so much younger now, his face relaxed and pensive, his body no longer rigid and proud. Now he’s just a lost child, missing his father, and unsure what his future holds.

“You must stop living your life for us,” his father says, his voice soft. “You’ve completed our quest, and I am proud of you for that. But this was not the life I wanted for you. I have seen how some can become so focused on battling to the death, they forget to live life in between. I want you to live, my son. I want you to find happiness and light in your world. I want you to seek out those weaker than you, and lend your strength to them.”

Knuckles is quiet for a moment.

“I have done things I am not proud of. Trusted those who betrayed me. Hurt people. Been tricked into helping those who are evil.”

“The fault lies with those who have tricked you, or betrayed you. Not with you for trusting them. You have a pure heart, my son. Like your mother. Do not let the actions of others cause that heart to grow cold.”

So they finish up their little heart-to-heart and Knuckles decides to take his father’s words to heart. No time like the present, so he sneaks out of the house to wander the town and see where he can help.

MEANWHILE

I haven’t gotten Wade’s story all figured out, but maybe he’s feeling particularly down today because it’s the anniversary of when his dad abandoned him. He tried to go to the bowling alley to try and recapture that feeling of being with his dad, but it’s not working and only making him more miserable. He gets smack talked by Susie (or whomever) and feels so dejected he just leaves.

Now, normally when Wade moves through town, he’s all smiles and greeting everyone. But today he’s quiet and sullen and walking like he’s got a little rain cloud above him. No one seems to really notice or care, but Knuckles notices and decides to follow.

He watches as Wade throws his bowling ball into the trash. Curious, Knux digs it out and follows him back to his house. Wade goes in, goes to the kitchen, opens the fridge to grab a beer, and when he closes the door Knuckles is just there, scaring Wade half to death. (I have a headcanon that Knux can be so stealthy he seems to just appear sometimes.)

Knuckles asks Wade what troubles him, which launches into the whole “I used to love bowling with my dad, until he just left” backstory. Maybe Wade’s been writing letters, trying to get his dad to contact him, to at least get an answer for why he left. But he’s never heard back.

Wade’s father’s abandonment is what’s caused Wade’s meek and people-pleasing personality. Maybe he thinks he angered his dad somehow or disappointed him and that’s why Pete left. So Wade never wants to do anything to anger or disappoint anyone else. But this way of life is making him miserable, because no one takes him seriously, and he’s treated like a joke. He knows this but doesn’t know how to change.

Knuckles sees the obvious answer. “If your father’s disappearance is what caused you to lose your confidence, then confronting him would help you gain it back.”

Wade’s not so sure, but lets Knux talk him into going on a road trip to Reno, where Pete’s competing in the Championship Bowling thing.

They still stop at Wade’s mom’s house—because his sister is a big reason he feels inferior—and his mom is exactly the same because I love her, but his sister has got to have a personality change. Maybe she’s always been jealous of Wade because he was the favorite child, or she’s a bit angry because Wade always held out some hope that Pete would come back (which in turn, gave their mother that hope, which Wanda never shared and thought a waste of energy). Wanda holds a lot of anger toward Pete for running out on them, and because Wade and Pete were so close, she transfers a lot of those bad feelings to Wade.

She’s not in the FBI. She’s not some bratty kid in a grown woman’s body, being a real bitch to Wade. But she has anger and bitterness toward Pete, and thinks Wade’s trip to see him is a waste of time. And maybe she pulls him aside and tells him this, as a way to try and save him from being hurt again. Maybe she even tells Knuckles that this is only going to end up making Wade feel worse.

As the siblings bicker and argue, making Mother Whipple feel bad, Knuckles has had it and declares that they will fight to hash out these negative feelings. He hands them both Nerf bats, and they just pummel each other as they spit out everything they’ve felt. Eventually an epiphany happens, and Wade yells “I just want to know that he didn’t leave because of me!”

Everyone freezes. Wade goes on to say that ever since his dad left, he’s always thought it was his fault. Because he wasn’t what his dad wanted. Because he did something wrong, or wasn’t good enough, or something. And he knows that Pete leaving hurt his mom, and his sister was mad at not only their dad but him too, so he tried to be ‘good’ and not make others mad. He was always afraid to be himself since then, because if his own dad didn’t like him, then what hope did that leave for anyone else to?

Wade felt forced to change who he was in order to survive. That’s something Knuckles can identify with.

Basically, the whole thing would be both of them coming to understand that family legacy doesn’t necessarily mean that’s who they have to be. That they can choose who they are, without some expectation hanging over them based on their ancestors. That their strength comes from within, not from being the best warrior (Knuckles) or having his father’s approval (Wade).

And that you can still find your home and family, even if it’s been a long time since you’d been part of one.

We don’t even necessarily have to have a dedicated antagonist in this. It could be a form of Man vs Self, where they find themselves in situations that their current behavior exacerbates.

If there is an external villain, maybe something a little different, like a collector of exotic animals gets wind of Knuckles being out of the protection of Green Hills, and sets out to nab him for himself. Or it could be someone who wants Knux for his secret fighting ring or something. This could bring up bad memories for Knux, of being captured and sold as a child, and forced to fight in arenas for the amusement of others.

All in all, instead of having GUN as the villain of the week (again), with some dude who’s using Knux’s own power against him (again), this could have had a more introspective feel that didn’t fall into the “kids have to fight some big baddie” trope. The enemy they’re both fighting is within themselves.

The whole point would be for Knuckles to realize that he didn’t HAVE to fight all the time, and discover that there’s more to him than just being the most dangerous warrior in the galaxy. That he’s allowed to have fun, to have preferences and new experiences that in no way have anything to do with training or besting others. That he’s allowed to discover who he is, and get back in touch with the child inside he’d been protecting all these years.

I want him to see things in wonder. I want him to explore the world, to be captivated by things he’s never seen before. To feel comfortable letting his guard down, being close with others, and just being a little silly.

I want him to learn that it’s okay to be a kid. And I want Wade to learn it’s okay to be a grown up. Because Knuckles grew up before his time, and Wade kept himself from growing up for fear of being like his dad, or being abandoned again.

I think there were some good kernels in the series, perfect for the fandom to take and run with.

I’m not sure how much I’ll play with the events of the series, but I have had some scenes with Callie meeting Wade’s family percolating.

#knuckles series #knuckles series spoilers #knuckles the echidna #wade whipple

[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

OFMD fix-it Epilogue

Decided to make an epilogue as a thank you! wanted to try and write some fallout from the reunion. takes place over about a week. tw for blood and stede saying something self harmy. Thank you all again for the incredible response to both parts ;w;

Part one Part two

Stede: Edward! [ed gasps for breath]

Ed: What are you doing? Stede: [screams] cHRIST, Ed, Warn a man! Ed: You don’t get a warning when you’re being a dickhead. Why were you running around and lifting shit

Stede: Settled a crew dispute! I didn’t want to disturb your rest, so I took care of it. Everything’s- oh. Ed: Stede! Stede: I’m fine, really! Ed: Yes, I believe you, man bleeding and drenched in sweat! Stede: I don’t want to just sit on my ass while everyone else busts theirs. Bit of a bad start to co-captaining again, y’ know. Ed: Better than a fuckin’ dead one! You saved their asses, so let them handle it

Ed: Let me handle it Stede: It’s my mess. Why should you? Ed: Thought we agreed we both fucked up. This isn’t about the gash, is it?

Stede: Sitting idle is making me...anxious. I...I have this feeling something bad is going to happen. This all went way too well. I feel like the proverbial shoe is about to drop. Ed: You think you’re the only one feelin’ like that? I’m the reason you’re laid up; what with the stabbing and all. Also, this was ‘went too well‘? Scared to ask what the worst case scenrio was in your depraved little mind. Stede: Truth be told, the stab was for my peace of mind as well. Hopefully as cathartic for you as it was for me. Ed: [horrified silence] Things are... super weird right now, but-... Before shit went sideways, Lucius was telling me about the wonders of self care. Stede: Oh no, I feel fantastic! Absolute bliss, believe me! It’s just...

Stede: But of a novice with this, genuine courtship, let alone the pirate kind! No clue. Plus I didnt facror in the wound-. Perhaps I’m overthinking Ed: hmm Stede: Hard to believe, I know. Ed: If you’re uneasy, I can back off a bit Stede: Not from being with you. The opposite actually. I’m scared I won’t be able to treat you how you truly deserve. If I could shoulder your trauma for even a moment, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I’d do anything really.

Stede: Sometimes I recall the hurt in your eyes when I first returned, and it forms a pit in my stomach. That’s all. Ed: I’m terrified, Stede. Never thought I’d find something like this. Someone who sees the me I hid for so long. I’m in the same boat as you this time. I’ve never done... all this before either. Feeling ‘n shit

Ed: No plan. Have no idea how this’ll go. It’s exhilarating, amazing, mortifying, sometimes i wanna throw up- I feel FUCKIN’ ALIVE!

Ed: You feel it too, right? Stede: Of course, my GOD, man Ed: Then, you being on this ship is enough, Stede. Knowing you’ll be here to peel me off the ground and put me back together. That’s all I need. And I’ll keep your fancy ass alive everytime you rip open your guts. Stede: Well, that just won’t due for someone of your caliber. Bare minimum really. After all,

Stede: I’d be dead many times over by now without you Ed: Yeah, you would. Ridiculous man. Stede: I think you fancy a ridiculous man

Ed: Yeah, think maybe I do. No one’s ever gonna take him away from me again. Including the lunatic in front of me. FANG! Come fix up captain bonnet. And strap him to a chair so he stays put [stede sighs]

Stede: If you can believe, not my first stint being tied to a chair Lucius: Oh, I believe pretty easy

Stede: Focus, Lucius. I have to nail this rebrand Lucius: I’m sorry, I can’t see anything else you’d be. Maybe grow a mustache? Stede: Now there’s an idea!

Lucius: Yeah, you’d look very dilfy Stede: Dilfy? Ed: Why are you one the floor? Stede: Oh! Welcome back! Needed a change of texture! How’d it go! Ed: Boring. Gave up instantly.

Ed: Crew’s back, go irritate Izzy. Lucius: Perfect. I hate third wheeling you two specifically. Ed: Hey Stede: Well, this is a familiar angle Ed: It’s a good angle! Stede: I concur!

Ed: How’s the stitches? Stede: Ship shape! Ed: Good man. Bummed you missed the raid? Stede: A little bit Ed: You wanna cause some havoc?! Maim some people? Stede: More of perhaps managing the maiming, but yes! Share in the camaraderie!

Ed: Brought you stuff. Stede: Really? [muffled] oh lovely!

Ed: Thought you could build your public closet up again. Whatever you dont want, i’ll throw in the rec pile Stede: This wouuld look beautiful on you. keep this one. Ed: Me? These are for you, nut. Stede: Of course you! Always wanted someone to share this passion with! Even more fun when you acquire fine things together.

Stede: Only made finer by being worn by you. Ed: These are for you too

Stede: [choked noise] I thought looting books wasn’t piratey? Ed: Notice I put them in a bag and didn’t replace. Stede: Some of these are great finds! Impeccable taste as always. Ed: Meant to do that. Totally didnt just throw shit in a bag and run. Just that good

Ed: We gotta fill these shelves again with cool shit. Plus, you gotta read to the crew at night. They really miss it. Been filing complaints for days

Ed: The balls on you to kiss Blackbeard on the cheek. Unheard of! Stede: One could say, balls for days

Ed:See? Left yourself wide open! Could have easily nicked your liver Stede: Was that your real plan all along? Ed: Most coveted liver in the seven seas. Blackbeard has to have it. Stede: You could have just asked

#gentlebeard #blackbonnet #our flag means death #ofmd #my art

[bbsmuts]

Breakfast In Bed Feat. T-ara Hyomin

A/N:

Had this idea after seeing that picture of Hyomin. This’ll just be a quickie because I have other things on my agenda. Enjoy!

-상훈

Length: 0.7k

It wasn’t the noise of the outside traffic that woke me, nor was it the sound of jackhammers coming through the open hotel window. It was Hyomin’s breath on my cheek.  “Wake up oppa.”

“Mmm?” I said sleepily, slowly coming back to reality.  Hyomin snuggled up to me and put one leg over my two. Even now I could feel the remains of last night’s affairs leaking onto my thigh.  Slowly she slid over me until she was laying on top of me. Her skin was warm and smooth on mine. Despite her having no clear intentions of another go, I felt myself start to get hard. “Already oppa?” She asked, and I could hear the smile in her voice even with my eyes closed. “Well, if you insist…” I was still too groggy to really do much other than lay there, but I distinctly felt her slide off me and crawl down the bed. Suddenly a warm something settled between my open legs.  A pair of soft hands closed around my rapidly hardening shaft. Her tongue darted out and flicked my tip, causing me to squirm where I was. She slowly and tantalizingly took me into her mouth. I resisted the primal urge to twirl her copper-brown hair around my fingers and pull her down to the base. I really wanted to, but my arms didn’t feel like moving. She would do it at her own pace, anyway. She began moving her head up and down, increasing speed as she really got into it. I moaned as she rubbed her tongue along the back while she bobbed her head. Her skills at this never failed to amaze me. Without warning, she leaned further over and pushed her own head down to the base. I groaned and my arms shot out of their own accord, pushing her further down. It was taking all my resistance to keep from cumming right down her throat right there after her amazing blowjob.  She pulled back up and looked at me with a ravaged expression that      screamed “Fuck me!”  

She climbed over my legs and right up to my face.  “I brought you some breakfast, oppa.”  With that, she lowered her pussy onto my lips.  Small moans escaped her as she started grinding herself on my face. She began to lose herself in it, and all I could think to do was stick my tongue out. She worked her hips back and forth, dragging her pussy over my tongue again and again, until she finally met with what she had built. No sooner had I jabbed my tongue into her than she screamed in her pleasure and rode out the waves of her orgasm.  She didn’t take long to come back to, climbing down me again to my ever-so-hard cock, wasting no time in lowering herself down and sheathing me to the root inside her in one smooth maneuver. The clap of flesh on flesh resounded through the room and we both moaned in pure bliss. As for me, there was nothing quite as exquisite as the feeling of Hyomin’s tight warmth squeezing me. It was a perfect fit, her riding me dry and me spreading her thighs to their fullest extent and jabbing my shaft deep into her. Her moans and yells of pleasure were definitely leaking out the window, and I heard the jackhammer man’s talking falter as Hyomin gave one particularly loud squeal.  But neither of us cared. The unadulterated ecstasy of this feeling blocked everything else from our minds as we fought for release in each other. My hands found their place when I raised them to her breasts and gently massaged and squeezed them. In seconds after I did this, she met her climax again. She wrapped her arms around my neck and shrieked her undying pleasure into the pillow. I felt a similar sensation coming and pulled her all the way down on me with one last clap as I too lost myself in the bliss of orgasm. I released my load deep into her as she finally collapsed, spent. Her heart beat out a steady rhythm on my ribs as we lay there, basking in the afterglow of love. 

A/N #2: This was a really fun story to write, I actually started it in early 2022, but during my inactivity I didn’t touch it until yesterday. If you have any suggestions for smuts, message them to me. Thanks for reading!

#kpop smut #hyomin smut #t-ara smut

[angelsdean]

i think once everything’s settled and dean starts going to therapy and starts processing and unraveling the events of his life, he’s gonna lose it abt emma like he won’t be able to stop thinking abt the fact that he had a daughter and his brother killed her like he never got to process that with everything constantly happening and always another big bad to worry about but now he has the time and i think all this’ll be triggered by sam and eileen having their own little girl and i think dean’s just going to get stuck in this loop of i had a little girl sam killed her i had a little girl sam killed her i had a little girl sam killed her--and i think dean will also keep thinking back to when jack was first born and how dean just saw a monster but sam adovcated for jack and to trust him and give him a chance arguing he’s not evil just because of who one of his parents is....and i think dean will just think about that over and over until he just explodes like why was it okay then to kill my daughter !!!! and then of course, he goes into purgatory to find her and bring her home<3 

#maybe one day i’ll write this #it's on The List of WIP ideas #i'm sorry 90% of my fics either don't have sam in them as anything more than a background character and / or dean's mad at him asjfhks #i'm not actually sam crit i just think dean has a lot of issues to work thru regarding his brother #and the things they constantly sweep under the rug like. they literally NEVER talked abt emma again #jack's introduction would've been the perfect time to bring it up again and really hash all that out #vic.txt #dean and emma

[thora-jane]

Poncho (pt. i/?)

Told y’all I’d be back. I really don’t know how long this’ll be, but I started writing it. We’ll see where this takes us.

Summary: years after the Mantis’s crew splits up, you’re still with Greez on Koboh. But when disaster strikes, your quiet life may be disrupted.

Wordcount: 1698

warnings: Cannon-typical violence, light swearing, vague angst, some spoilers for Jedi Survivor

Koboh sunrises never got old. Not to you. Walking along the trail in the morning had become a habit, a ritual. Your day didn’t start until after you had walked the perimeter of the little prospecting town you had spent the past few years at. You never had much to say about Koboh, but you liked the peace it brought. And over the years you had earned the respect of those that called that place home. It was you who circled Rambler’s Reach every morning and took care of any bramlik or gorger problem, or heaven forbid the occasional gorocco or rancor. And when the Bedlam Raiders got a little too close to the edge of town, it was you who took your blaster and quickly taught them to stay away if they knew what was good for them.

What you had going for you was a life. An honest life. A respectable life. 

A quiet life. A lonely life. 

Someone had to take care of Greez. Keep him out of trouble. That’s what you told yourself at least. You two had been on your own for years. Ever since everyone else had broken off and gone in their own direction, you two stayed side-by-side. And after he lost his arm, you knew you weren’t going to go anywhere without him. 

“Hey kid,” He greeted over his shoulder as you made your way down the steps of the saloon, “How’s it lookin’ out there?” 

“Not much. Couple of bramliks. But no one hurt. Just a few startled boglins,” you slouched into the stool next to him as he slid over a plate of food, “Weather’s great though.”

“What is it with you and boglins? We stop back at Bogano once and you bring back a whole heard of them.” He rolled his eyes and threw his hands over his head, “Next thing you know I can’t go outside without stepping in boglin droppings. And who’s fault is that?”

You let out a breath just shy of a laugh, “What you don’t think they’re cute?”

“Oh sure! They were cute back on Bogano. But why’d you have to take ‘em with us?” He kept talking, his voice trailing off as he wandered out of earshot. 

You chuckled to yourself. Greez didn’t need you half as much as you needed him. You were pretty sure he knew that too, though neither of you ever said it. You did your best not to think about the life you too had lead before you settled in Koboh. The things you left behind. The places you were avoiding.

The people you were hiding from.

Yes, the galaxy needed help. It needed help real bad. But the folks here needed help too. And maybe you were no great jedi, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t help and defend this town.

You finished up the rest of your food and headed down to the quarters to two of you shared. With the morning here and the day beginning, it was time for you to venture out a little further from town.

“-And their fur? Oh don’t get me started! You can’t do anything with it. But those little wispy hairs get everywhere!” Greez began swatting at his mouth with all four hands, pretending to spit. You strode right past him on the steps.

“Yeah but you can’t beat the way they curl up on your lap,” You reasoned, reaching for your wide brimmed hat from the post by your bunk.

“Wait, they do that? They’ve never done that with me! How come they do that with you?” He threw one set of hands in the air while resting the other on his hips.

“Because they like me.” You smirked again, settling your hat atop your head, “I’m heading out.”

“Wherever you’re going, be careful. The-”

“The Bedlam Raiders are acting up again? I know. Why else do you think I’m heading out?” You spun around, walking backwards so you could look at him, lifting up the panel of fabric to reveal an old blaster, “Someone’s gotta keep ‘em in their place.”

“Just don’t get hurt out there, kid.” Greez sighed as you spun back around and took the stairs two at a time. 

***

“Heya.” Mosey greeted, “fixin to head out again?”

You didn’t say anything, just nodded, pulling the brim of your hat down a bit more to shield your face. You wandered over to Phenny, the Nekko that had taken a liking to you. You grabbed the quaterstaff you kept in Phenny’s stall and slipped it in the saddle holster in silence You adjusted the saddle before hopping on, patting it’s neck and letting it know to start moving. 

“Stay safe out there, Poncho.” Mosey smiled.

“Thanks,” You mumbled before Phenny took off. 

Poncho. It was true that you didn’t care much for talking to anyone in the last few years. But for the people of Rambler’s Reach, that suited them just fine. You didn’t want to share your name? Fair enough. You’ll just have to learn to respond to their new name for you. The whole town wasn’t going to call you kid. That was reserved for Greez alone. Instead, they went for much lower hanging fruit. Poncho. Not the most creative nickname, but there wasn’t anyone else in town dressed like you, so everyone knew who was being referred to. ‘Cause who else wore the same poncho every damn day?

Which you probably wouldn’t have minded if the poncho had actually been yours.

You hunched down, motioning for Phenny to run faster along Koboh’s rocky ridges. 

Breathe, you thought to yourself, just breathe. It was what you reminded yourself every time you felt trouble creeping inside your mind. But today felt particularly challenging. You didn’t know why, but something about the air just felt…off. 

You and Phenny traveled up along the cliffside, slowly approaching where the tar pits began to flow. If this had been a mission like you had done in years past, you would have been here as fast as possible. But life on Koboh was smaller than the galaxy. The raiders were rising more each day, but life moved a little slower. And when it came to stopping them, it was better to take your time than rush.

 You hopped off your Nekko and tied him up to the nearby tree, safely hidden in the shrubbery. From your point along the ridge you could see scattered clusters of the raiders and their droids below. Nothing you couldn’t handle from a distance, though.

Breathe you repeated to yourself as you got down on your belly in the dirt and crawled up the the edge of the cliff, slowly pulling out your blaster and closing your eyes.

“Let go of the tension and fear your mind holds. Let go of your surroundings, free your mind and allow each blast to be guided towards the target,” You couldn’t go a round of Raider Pushback without repeating what Cere had told you when you first learned how to use a blaster. And ever since then, your aim had been near perfect. Not that you had ever bragged, swearing instead that it had been the blaster you used, not your own doing.

After a moment, you opened your eyes. The smell of blaster smoke filled your nostrils, and out across the cliff you could see the remnants of clankers and commando droids. Quickly getting to your feet and grabbing your staff from your side, you began your next phase of pushback.

You called it deflection practice. Greez called it stupid. The raiders didn’t call it anything. How could they? They never had a chance to.

Holding your staff in both your hands, poised and ready for whatever blasts were shot your way. You watched as the three raiders scrambled to draw your blasters. 

Let go of the tension and fear your mind holds

*ping* A blast hit your pole as you shifted your grip, feeling the vibrations in your palm as you ricocheted the blast back towards the shooter, landing it as he dropped dead.

Free your mind. Allow each blat to be guided toward your target

*ping* The next blast ricocheted and hit its shooter

You’re one of the greatest shots I know, (y/n). The force will always be with you wherever you go.

You let your mind wander too far, out to where it shouldn’t have gone. His voice echoed in your head. Before you could regain your grip, you heard the blast whiz past your staff and scorch the poncho you had on. You felt yourself drop and roll to the ground, reaching for your blaster and shooting the raider square in the head before they had another chance to fire.

That was all you could do for today. Any more and there could be grounds for an ambush on the outpost. You rolled over onto your back, removing your hat and looking up at the sky. It had been forever since you let your memories get the best of you like that. His voice felt louder than it had been in the past, it was like you could feel him close to you again. And you had let it get the better of you. Which was stupid, because you got shot. And if you weren’t careful you’d get shot again. And next time you might not be so lucky.

Phenny stirred over in the brush, pulling you away from your self-reprimands. As you sat up, something in the sky caught your eye. You quickly put your hat back on and squinted up towards the clouds, just in time to see an all-too-familiar ship come flying down and landing on the other side of the tar pits.

“You gotta be shitting me.” You mumbled to yourself, scrambling to untie Phenny and ride back to Rambler’s Reach at break-neck speed.

You hated to say it, but it had to have been the Mantis. And given the shape it was in, it must’ve been in need of repairs. Which meant only one thing.

If you dodn’t hide fast enough, you were about to see Cal Kestis for the first time in years.

(a/n) and that’s all we have for now! I’ll try to write more as often as I can. But make sure you drink some water, eat a snack or something, and maybe get up and stretch if you can. Thanks for reading! Love yas<3

#thora's late night thoughts #thora’s trying her best #<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis #jedi survivor #jedi fallen order