#two of my best friends are pan :d

[javiscigarette]

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Javier Peña x f!reader

Requested:

requesting… daddy!javi comforting u after a stressful work day 👀 pls n thank

warnings: no use of y/n, established relationship, fingering, squirting, spitting, spanking, a bit ass play (I cant resist), dirty talk, daddy!javi obviously, d/s dynamics obviously, extreme overuse of pet names and I'm not sorry, fluffy Javi deserves its own warning

w/c: 5.3k

a/n: the long overdue Javi fic is finally here lmao I wrote this very quickly and I haven't written for him in a long time so it may not be my best but I'm honestly just proud that I finally got something out :)) pls let me know if you like it!! ALSO! I reached 1.5k followers awhile ago which is just mind blowing so I just wanted to say THANK YOU to everyone who has joined me and continues to support me. This blog and all the friends I've made here have helped me through some pretty rough times and I'm forever grateful AHHH I just you all soo much!!

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You’re not there to greet him when he opens the door. Usually you’d have a glass of whiskey in your hand for him, already a little tipsy from the glass you had for yourself earlier.

There’s a unpleasant shiver that runs down his spine as the thought of you being in some sort of danger immediately crosses his mind. But the sound of you puttering around in the kitchen gives you away. That and the haze of smoke and smell of burnt food wafting through the entire apartment. 

He kicks his shoes off and loosens his tie as he rounds the corner to the kitchen to find you standing in front of the stove, tending to what he assumes is some chicken in a pan. The exhaust fan on the range hood and the ceiling fan are working overtime, pushing the smoke out of the kitchen and through the open window. 

“Hi, bebita” Javi says as he enters the smokey kitchen. You don’t say anything in response, just give him a quick sideways glance before turning back to the stove. 

He crosses the room and moves to stand behind you. Maybe if he had seen the frown on your face, or the way your eyebrows are deeply creased in frustration, he would’ve said something very different. 

But he didn’t see. 

“Dinner smells delicious” he teases, squeezing your hips. He’s expecting a little chuckle from you, or at least an annoyed eye roll with a hidden smile. 

So he’s caught very off guard when you slam the spatula down on the counter with a loud, frustrated sigh.

“Well I’m sorry that I tried to make a nice meal. Guess I’m fuckin’ useless at that too.” 

You try to push yourself out of his grasp, but his grip only tightens. 

“Hey okay okay, easy.” Javi soothes, turning you around so you’re facing him. “What’s wrong, bebita?” he asks, his tone immediately switching from teasing to soft and tener.You puff out a heavy sigh, refusing to look up at him and staring at his white shirt stretched across his chest instead. 

All the thoughts about your horrid day at work that you’ve been trying to block out break the damn and come flooding back into your head; your boss telling you that you fucked up two different major tasks and refusing to tell you how to do them correctly, catching your coworkers gossiping about you in the breakroom, your computer dying right before you could save any of the work you had done for the day, and how you tried to come home and cook as a distraction but you clearly forgot about the chicken sitting on the stove and almost caught the house on fire. 

You hadn’t even noticed the tears welling up in your eyes until Javi is wiping away the ones that have brimmed over and slid down your cheeks. 

“Cariño…” Javi whispers, his tone drenched with concern. That’s all it takes. You instantly break down, falling forward into Javi’s chest as your whole body shakes as you sob, your tears wetting the crisp fabric of his shirt. 

You tell him everything in between wet gasps and uneven breaths, unloading everything at once. He just holds you through it, nodding along and giving you an occasional understanding hum while running his palms up and down your back until you finish talking. 

“Your boss is an asshole” is the first thing Javi says. “Your coworkers too” 

You respond with a pathetic sniffle. “I really fucked up though. And now everyone thinks I can’t do my job” 

"Bebita,” Javi starts, continuing to rub soothing circles on your back. “Everyone has tough days at work. It doesn't define your abilities or your worth. You're so much more than a single bad day."

You sniffle again, still leaning heavily against him for support. 

"It's just... I'm tired of feeling like I'm constantly failing."

Javi clicks his tongue and moves one hand to use two fingers to gently tilt your chin up, making you meet his easy gaze. 

"You're not failing, mi amor. Sometimes things don’t go as planned and that’s okay. You're learning and growing."

You wish he wasn’t so right all the time. Sometimes talking back to the false narrative that runs rampant in your head 24/7 is too much work. 

"I know”  you sigh, wiping away tears with the back of your hand. “It’s just hard not to let it get to me."

Javi's thumb brushes against your cheek, his touch gentle and comforting. 

"I understand. Just remember you're not alone in this. I’ll always be here for you, my sweet girl” 

You manage a weak smile, feeling a bit of warmth starting to seep back into your heavy heart. 

“Thank you” you whisper.

Javi smiles warmly, his eyes full of admiration and unwavering support. 

“Of course, baby. I’m here for you always. No matter what.” 

You let your head fall back to his chest and you take a deep breath. He keeps rubbing your back, physically feeling the tension leaving your body as you melt against him. Without your brain in overdrive, you finally register the smell of his faded cologne and his cigarettes sticking to his shirt, the scent immediately washing away more of the tension in your muscles. The warm feeling in your chest starts to spread all the way down to your toes, your whole body feeling 10 times lighter than it did 5 minutes ago as his embrace brings you a sense of solace you hadn’t experienced all day. 

After another silent minute or two, he places a kiss to your hairline before leaning in close, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. 

“You know, there’s another way to forget about it for a little while.”

His low voice alone already has the base of your spine tingling. You pick your head up to meet his gaze, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. 

“Yeah?” you ask, a weak smile slowly spreading across your face.

“Mhmm” he hums, his hands sliding down to your waist and slipping under the hem of your shirt, his warm fingers splaying over your skin. 

"You've had a tough day," Javi continues, his voice a sensual murmur. "And I think you deserve something to take your mind off all that stress."

His words, laden with suggestion, push all the worries out of your body, replacing it with a thrill that courses through your veins. He leans in until his face is inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. "Let me take care of you, bebita."

All you can do is nod dumbly. Javi grins as he pulls you in closer. His lips capture yours in a slow, tantalizing kiss, his lips soft and warm against yours, the taste of him flooding your senses. His hands slide up from your waist to your rib cage, rucking up your shirt in the process. Every touch sends a jolt of electricity through you, drawing you impossibly closer to him. He pulls away just long enough to pull it over your head before his lips capture yours again. 

He wraps one arm around you, keeping you close as his other hand cups your jaw, his fingers curling around the back of your neck as his thumb mindlessly brushes your cheek. Your hands find their way to his back, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. 

He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and you part your lips with a soft sigh, his tongue immediately sliding against yours. It’s a dance of desire and vulnerability, an unspoken promise that he’s here to take away all of your worries. The rest of the world quickly fades into a distant blur, leaving just the two of you in this electric connection.

 His lips eventually leave your mouth, his breathless chuckle fanning across your jaw at the sound of your quiet whimper. He trails wet kisses along your jaw, down to the side of your neck, each one accompanied by a soft exhale that causes goosebumps to erupt over every inch of your skin. The sensation is exquisite and maddeningly arousing, and you find yourself tilting your head back, giving him better access. 

His teeth gently graze over your pulse point, sending shiver coursing through your entire body. Your heart races as he finds a spot just below your collarbone, nipping and sucking before soothing the dark spot with his tongue. His hands roam your torso, big, warm palms exploring every inch of exposed skin. You can feel the bulge in his jeans rapidly grow against your hip and your core throbs with a dull ache in response. Everything that happened earlier is miles away as you feel yourself relaxing deeper into his embrace, losing yourself in him. 

He pulls away when you whine quietly and looks down at you, his pupils already blown with lust and desire. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear then ducks down to place a chaste kiss to your lips before whispering “Bedroom. Now.” 

You nod and turn to head out of the kitchen, letting out a small giggle when he lands a quick slap to your ass. His eyes are glued to your backside as he follows you to the bedroom, his fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt along the way

You flop down on the edge of the bed with Javi just a few steps behind you. He tosses his shirt to the corner of the room and starts working on his belt as he stalks towards you. You smirk and reach behind you, undoing the clasp of your bra and letting it slide off your arms. Javi licks his lips at the sight of you sitting there in only your soft cotton shorts, looking like he’s about to pounce on his prey. 

He crosses the room until he’s standing inches in front of you, then slips his belt out of the loops and tosses it aside. You reach out, intent on undoing the button and zipper of his jeans but he stops you by wrapping a large hand around your wrist before you can touch him. 

“Nuh uh, baby. I’m takin’ care of you tonight”  

His words send a strong pulse of excitement down your spine and your heart pounds in your chest. He lets go of your wrist and you let it fall limply back to your side as you stare at him through your lashes. 

“Take off your shorts.” 

You immediately follow his command, quickly standing and moving to slide your shorts and panties down your legs so fast that you stumble a bit when they get caught around your feet. Javi reaches out and grabs your arm to steady you as you step out of your shorts and kick them to the side. 

“Good girl” he chuckles, dropping his hand from your arm. You watch with wide eyes, saliva gathering in your mouth as he shuffles out his jeans, his hardened cock gently slapping against his lower abdomen. He catches your gaze and gives you a knowing wink before making his way onto the bed. You stand in place, patiently waiting for your next set of instructions as he props himself up against the headboard. 

“C’mere” he says softly, patting his thigh. You positively beam as you climb on the bed towards him. You face him and you’re about to straddle his lap, but he stops you with a hand on your hip. 

“Turn around, cariño.”

You listen and immediately turn around and sit down between his spread legs, pressing your back into his chest. His cock presses firmly into the small of your back, a warm and welcome presence. With a contented sigh, you lean back and rest your head on his shoulder. 

“You listen so well, baby” Javi rasps, his voice rough with arousal. You only hum in response, your lips curving into a grin as you glow under his praise. He presses a kiss to your temple and his hands find your torso once again, slowly sliding up and down your sides. But he can only resist temptation for so long. 

He uses both hands to cup your breasts and you both let out soft sighs in unison. 

“Tan bonita, princesa” he whispers, his fingers finding both of your nipples. A small noise escapes from your parted lips as he feathers the pads of his fingers over the sensitive buds, teasing you until they’re stiffened peaks. He then pinches both, gently rolling them between his thumb and fingers. 

“That feel good?” he asks softly, his lips moving against your temple. 

You nod, letting out an uneven breath as you involuntarily push your chest forward into his touch. He pinches a little harder, pulling a delicate gasp from you. His cock twitches against you in response. 

“Want you to use your words, bebita.” 

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before responding. 

“F-feels good, Javi.” 

He clicks his tongue and squeezes a little harder again. 

“And what do you call me when I’m makin’ you feel good, princesa?” he asks, his voice dangerously low in your ear. 

Your mouth goes dry and your heart skips a beat in your chest. 

Fuck. 

The stress of your day was already far in the back of your mind, but Javi was intent on erasing it completely. And he knows exactly how to do so. 

“Daddy” you correct yourself, the simple word placing you on precipice of submission “Feels really good, daddy” 

“That’s right, bebita” Javi groans softly, his cock twitching in approval. “Such a good girl for me.” 

He then hooks his chin over your shoulder while you exhale a long, shaky breath as one of his hands leaves your breast and slides down your stomach. You clit pulses in anticipation, but he avoids where you want him most and instead smooths his hand over the top of your thigh. Your chest heaves with every breath as he teases you with gentle touches, getting you all worked up just the way you both like it. 

“You want me to touch you, princessa?” Javi asks, his fingertips dancing delicately on the inside of your thigh. It tickles and you reflexively try to close your legs, but he brings his foot to the inside of your calf and pushes it to the side before placing his foot flat on the bed, keeping your leg firmly in place. “Answer me.” 

“Yes, daddy, please” you whine, your voice coming out a lot more desperate than you intended. 

“Where, baby? Tell me where you want daddy’s fingers.” 

He’s teasing you, but it serves as an excellent distraction –  the events from earlier today are the least of your concerns right now. 

“You want them here?” he asks, his fingers now just barely tracing your dripping seam. “Want me to touch your pretty little pussy? Rub that pretty little clit?” 

You nod fervently and buck your hips up without thinking, your body betraying your patience and chasing after his touch. Javi chuckles darkly and harshly pinches your nipple with his other hand, making you jump in surprise. 

“Tell me, baby. Be a good girl and tell me.” 

You whimper, a hot flush spreading across your chest and creeping up your neck. You’ve been here a thousand times with him, been in far more desperate situations too. But the butterflies still tickle your tummy and the tips of your ears burn with embarrassment. 

“Want…want you to touch my pretty little pussy, daddy.” you murmur, the last of your sentence barely audible. 

He immediately rewards you by dipping two fingers into your slippery folds, groaning softly in your ear when he feels how wet you are for him. “Mmm that’s my good girl. Always fuckin’ soaked for me, huh?” he asks, dipping the tips of his fingers into your hole, gathering your slick and dragging it up to your clit. You nod lazily, your eyes fixed on his hand between your legs. 

He starts with slow, languid circles, his cock pulsing against your back with every small noise that bubbles up out of your throat. His other hand is still occupied with pinching and rolling your nipple. Hot arousal flows through your veins, every nerve ending on fire just from his easy touches. You want it faster, you need more. But you know he won’t give it to you unless you ask. 

“Pl-please, daddy. Faster please” you huff, squirming in his lap as you try to suppress the urge to buck your hips up again. 

“Look at you, princesa. Being such a good girl asking’ nicely like that” Javi whispers, instantly picking up the pace of his fingers and adding more pressure. You let out a long, low moan, the sound of it filling the bedroom. “Sound so pretty too” he adds, pressing his lips to your temple. 

His other hand leaves your nipple and he shushes you softly when you whine at the loss. He doesn’t tease you this time, his hand immediately joining the other between your legs. He keeps his two fingers on your clit, rubbing firm circles just like you asked while his other hand finds your leaking entrance. 

He doesn’t make you ask again before he slides his middle finger inside of you, probably more out of his own desperation to feel you clenching around him. You’re absolutely soaked, you juices freely flowing out of you, down his finger and into his palm like warm honey. He wants to draw it out, slowly work you up until you’re about to snap, but he’s not feeling very patient anymore. 

He slides his finger in and out of you a few more times before adding a second, curling his fingertips. He finds the spot inside of you instantly and you reward him with a loud gasp, your whole body trembling as you relax against his chest. 

“That’s it, baby. Just relax for me” Javi coos, his voice tight and strained as he tries to contain his own excitement. He pumps his fingers inside you, his fingertips nudging against the spot that has your whole body jolting with every pass. Every inch of your skin feels on fire as he works you, lewd sounds filling the room as he plays with your slick pussy. You feel wetness on your back and quickly realize that it’s his precum leaking from his warm tip, smearing against your skin as you squirm around. 

“Mierda, princesa” Javi groans as you clench tightly around his two fingers. “You close, baby?” he asks, already knowing the answer. You answer with a high-pitched whine, throwing your head back on his shoulder. 

“Cum for me, baby” Javi grunts, moving his fingers faster, bringing you to the edge. “Cum all over my fingers and then I’ll fuck you, nice and deep just how you like it” 

His fingers are relentless, rubbing dizzying circles on your clit and punching up into your g-spot. You can’t hold back anymore, rocking your hips and grinding down on his fingers. Your chest burns with every breath you manage to suck in, the hot coil in your tummy wound tightly, threatening to burst at any moment. You open your mouth and try to tell him that you’re about to cum, but every time you try to speak, the only sounds that come out are loud gasps in-between broken moans. 

And then you finally snap. Javi groans as you clamp down around his fingers, so tight that he can hardly keep moving them. He then quickly pulls them out, his eyes wide with amazement as your juices gush out of you, drops of it landing on his leg, most of it soaking the blankets underneath you. 

 “There’s my good girl” he hisses between clenched teeth. He watches intently as you thrash around, the sight of you squirting and the sweet sounds of your moans going straight to his cock as he works you through your orgasm. He doesn’t let up until you come down, whimpering and jolting at his touch. 

You collapse backwards against his chest, your head on his shoulder as you pant and try to catch your breath. He goes back to tracing your seam, his touch featherlight once again. You let out a sigh, your limbs heavy and head fuzzy with pure ecstasy.

He eventually moves his hands away, placing them on your thighs and letting out a low whistle. 

“Did so well, princesa. Look how much you came for me” Javi rasps, nosing at the column of your neck.

You pick your head up, looking down at the aftermath of your orgasm. You laugh breathlessly at the dark spot underneath you and the liquid on Javi’s calf shining in the dim glow of the lamp on the bedside table. Javi’s chest rumbles with his own chuckle as he presses sweet kisses to the sensitive skin of your neck. 

He doesn’t give you much time to recover before he taps your thighs and gives you your next command. “Hands and knees, princesa.” 

You’ve barely had time to catch your breath, but your pussy still aches in anticipation of his earlier promise. You take a deep breath and find enough strength to sit up straight. Your limbs are weak and noodly as you crawl over to a dry spot on the bed and get into position, your ass in the air with your face pressed against the soft blankets. 

You crane your neck to watch Javi who flashes you a devilish grin as he assumes his position on his knees behind you. You give him a sweet smile back and wiggle your ass. And he takes the bait, groping your cheeks with both hands before he spreads you open, putting everything on display just for him. 

“Fuckin’ gorgeous, baby.” he growls before leaning over to spit. You gasp and moan softly at the feeling of the warm liquid landing on your asshole and sliding down to pool at your swollen clit. He then brings his thumb up, using the pad to gently rub his saliva against your puckered hole. “So fuckin’ gorgeous” 

“Daddyyyy” you whine pitifully, pushing your hips back into his touch. He chuckles breathlessly and wraps a hand around the base of his cock and lining himself up. 

“You’re so good, baby.” Javi starts as he slides his cock in the mess between your cheeks. “My strong, beautiful, intelligent, good girl.”

Your face heats up at the praise, the words stirring up the butterflies in your stomach yet again. 

“Thank you, daddy” you murmur, the sound muffled by the blankets. Javi just hums and continues to glide his cock through the wetness, addicted to the way whimper every time his cockhead brushes against your swollen clit and your aching entrance. You whimper and wiggle your hips again, trying to get what you want. 

“Repeat it.” Javi commands simply. “Wanna hear you say it” 

You squeeze your eyes shut and whimper again. He’s completely taken over your headspace now, forcing you into a place of submission where there’s no room to think about anything other than him and what he asks of you. This is how he takes care of you, how he can turn every bad day on its head and take away every single one of your worries until you’re a blissed out mess underneath him. And he’s really fucking good at it. 

“I’m your strong, beautiful, intelligent, girl” you choke out, a fresh wave of slick gushing out of you and onto his rock hard cock at the forced admission.

“Forgot one” he breathes, his thumb still rubbing at your tight little hole. You wrack your brain, thoughts moving slower than syrup in your head as you try to remember what he said not even 10 seconds ago. 

“Good.” you say, as soon as you remember. I’m you’re good girl, daddy.” 

“Yes you are, baby” Javi says, notching his tip at your entrance. “So fucking good for your daddy.” 

He pushes all the way in, burying himself to balls deep in your aching cunt in one smooth movement. The sounds you make are obscene as you twist your fists in the blanket underneath him. He’s so deep, you swear you can feel him somewhere near your lungs. Just like he promised. He moans roughly behind you, the feeling on your warm walls squeezing rhythmically around his neglected cock overwhelming all of his senses.

But you don’t let him catch a break. You barely give yourself time to adjust before you take matters into your own hands and start rocking your hips, fucking yourself on his cock. Javi inhales sharply, both hands finding your hips and trying to hold you in place, but you’re not having it. 

“Daddy please–oh shit– please fuck me, need it so bad” you whine as you continue to rock your hips despite Javi’s best efforts to stop you. 

Javi just growls in response, his fingertips digging into your hips as he slides out until just his tip rests inside before slamming back into you. The loud moan that he pulls from you travels as a shiver down his spine and fuels his fire. He quickly finds a steady pace, brutally slamming into you like he’s fucking the stress out right out of your body. You let all the moans and whines and whimpers float freely out of your mouth as you take what he gives you, as he fills you up and stuffs you full over and over and over again. 

“You're so good for me” Javi grunts, gripping your hips and moving them backwards to meet his every thrust. “Feel so fucking good squeezing me like that, this tight little pussy was fucking made for me” 

Your eyes roll back into your head, his words once again turning your brain into mush as he fucks you into another plane of existence. You’re already teetering on the edge of another release, your lower abdomen burning with it, your swollen, neglected clit pulsing and desperate for attention.

And Javi feels it too.

“Already gonna cum again?” Javi asks breathlessly before landing a smack to your ass. You yelp in shock and there’s another wave of your juices leaking out onto his cock. 

“Ohh you like that, don’t you baby?” Javi coos before spanking you again, this time a bit harsher. Your face scrunches in pleasure and words have completely eluded you so you just cry out against the mattress, hoping that and your clenching pussy gets the point across. 

Thankfully Javi doesn’t ask you to answer him. Instead he keeps fucking into you, delivering firmm hits to your ass, completely mesmerized with the way it jiggles as he spanks and fucks into you. He’s just as close as you are, never lasts very long if he’s inside without cumming at least once beforehand. 

He moves one hand from your hip to between your legs, his fingers tracing where you’re stretched out so nicely around his thick cock before they land on your clit once again. You sob as he starts immediately rubbing fast, harsh circles that send you speeding towards the finish line. 

“Oh fuck, daddy! Gonna cum m’gonna cum pleasssee let me cum” 

Javi sucks in a harsh breath, his eyebrows furrowing together as his cock lurches inside of you. 

“Yeah, fuck yeah, baby. Cum on this cock like a good girl” Javi grits out, the muscles in his jaw twitching as he clenches his teeth together, trying to hold himself together. Your hands scramble against the blankets as he slams into you with newfound vigor, pushing you up the bed with each thrust and making you scream in ecstasy.

“Cum and then I’ll fill you up” he grunts. “I’ll fill you up and fuck it so deep that it’ll be leaking out of you for days, just reminding you of how good you are for me. Always so fucking good baby jesus christ” 

His filthy promises send you flying over the edge. You bury your face in the blankets and scream, your legs giving out from the force of it, your hips dropping to the bed and leaving you in a prone position. And Javi doesn’t miss a beat. He presses his chest against your back, using his freehand to support the bulk of his weight as he keeps working his fingers on your clit the best he can, not letting his pace falter even once. 

The new position shoves his cock even deeper inside of you, punching against your cervix with each thrust as he rearranges your guts. Your only option is to lie there let him drag out your release for as long as possible. 

“That’s it” Javi rasps, his voice sounding absolutely wrecked now. “Sweet little pussy is fuckin’ milking my cock, cariño. You want my cum? Want me to stuff you fuckin’ full?” 

You’re too far gone to respond, reduced to nothing but putty in his hands, your trembling body limp and pliant just for him to use. He can only hold it together for a few more thrusts before he buries himself all the way inside of you, spilling his hot seed deep inside of you.

Staying true to his promise, he fucks you through it, shallowly moving his hips and pushing his cum as deep as possible. You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, the sensation of it all pushing you over the edge once again, though you’re not sure if you ever came back from the last one. Javi watches in amazement as you cum again, your voice breaking on desperate sobs while you squeeze around him, truly milking him for all he’s worth.

He moves his hand from your clit once your moans start to die down and then collapses on top of you, carefully though as not to completely crush you. You welcome the weight, a comforting pressure that makes you feel so warm and safe and secure. 

He stays buried inside of you as you both come down. You can feel his heart pounding from where his chest is pressed against you, his warm breath fanning across your neck as you both try to catch your breath. The two of you stay there for a while, basking in the post coitus glow. His cock softens inside of you and he only moves when his cum starts to dribble out of you. 

You whine softly as he moves to sit up, his now soft cock slipping out of you and leaving you feeling empty. But the feeling doesn’t last too long. 

He scoots back so he’s kneeling between your legs, both hands on your cheeks and spreading you open again. You feel his eyes burning holes into your skin as he watches his cum slowly leaking out of you. He doesn’t let it fall too far though, using a finger to scoop up all that’s dribbled out and pushing it back inside. You moan softly at the sensation and it takes everything in him not to fuck you with his fingers once again. 

“Think we need to get you in a nice hot shower” he says, his tone sweet and soft once again as he removes his fingers. 

You turn your head to look at him through hooded eyes, a dopey smile plastered to your face, looking completely fucked out.

“And we’re ordering take out too” he announces, leaning over to place a sweet kiss on your cheek. Images of the burnt chicken sitting on the stove float through your head, along with fuzzy memories of the events from earlier today. But you don’t give a single fuck anymore. Javi thoroughly wiped every ounce of stress from your brain. And now anything that isn’t directly related to you and Javi at this moment, on your shared bed in the dim light of the evening sun filtering through the curtain is far, far away. 

“We’re not getting fucking chicken” is all you say and the sound of yours and Javi’s laughter rings pleasantly through the room and in your ears as content seeps deep into your bones.

I LOVE THIS MAN okay thank u for reading <333

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Happier than ever

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your previous relationship was toxic and you're still coping with it.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. This was requested by one of you 🤗

Warnings: Mention of domestic abuse and toxic relationship

MASTERLIST

“Babe,” you called out as you walked inside the kitchen where your girlfriend was making dinner for both of you.

“Yes, love?” Elizabeth replied without turning back, though she reached out her free arm to curl around your waist as soon as you got close enough.

You leaned over to take a deep breath and look inside the pan, groaning when your mouth watered at the sight and smell. Elizabeth chuckled and pinched your side playfully, making you squirm away with a laugh. “How long until we can eat?” You asked with some sort of playful plea behind your words.

“Soon. Can you keep the black hole you call your stomach in check until then?”

You knew she was playing with you, teasing, the same way she always did, but you still bit your bottom lip when tears pricked at the back of your eyes. It was silly, but you had a hard week and you were quite sensible about everything lately. Deep down you knew it was a joke. At that moment, though, you asked yourself if Elizabeth thought you were eating too much. And, if so, if she thought you had gained weight.

“What were you going to ask me?” Elizabeth asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You were about to ask something totally different, but you couldn’t brush the worries to the side. “Are you saying I eat too much?” Her reply was to scoff and roll her eyes, which was not an answer at all and only made you worry even more. You didn’t press the subject, even if you wanted to insist on a direct answer. “Well, I was going to ask if you’re going to be here next week. Friday.”

“No,” Elizabeth said without missing a beat, but this time she turned her head to give you a sad smile. “I travel on Wednesday, remember? I have the Comic Con coming up.”

“Oh, right,” you sighed and frowned.

Elizabeth’s busy schedule was a surprise to you since the beginning of your relationship. You could barely keep up with it, couldn’t even understand how it was possible for someone to travel so much, but you liked to think you were getting better at it. It has been six months since you met and four since you officially started dating, but those have been the best months of your life, for sure.

“Why do you ask?”

“Oh, my friend is throwing a party and invited us,” you explained. “But I will tell them we can’t go.”

“I can’t go,” she corrected you, clearly confused as she threw you a glance. “You can. Or do you have something else to do?”

“Oh,” you breathed out. You didn’t realize it, but your fingers were grabbing your telephone harder than they needed to, your knuckles going white. “I just… Well, since you can’t go, and it’s a nightclub, I thought…”

You thought you weren’t allowed to go, but you didn’t say it out loud. You had a girlfriend now, you were in a relationship, and you weren’t supposed to go out without Elizabeth, especially not to a nightclub. Just after that thought crossed your mind, you wanted to scold yourself.

Of course you could go, of course you could have fun, of course you were allowed to be outside without your girlfriend. You just had to keep reminding yourself of that because it didn’t come naturally to you.

“You should go,” Elizabeth said, once again taking you out of your head without even realizing it. “That’s your friend from college, right? You told me you missed her.”

“Right, yes,” you mumbled. She moved to grab something and you took two steps back to give her room to do so, going silently as you watched her for a few more seconds. “I will think about it.”

You are mostly in silence, although Elizabeth kept talking about her upcoming agenda so you didn’t have to say much. She seemed excited to do interviews with her castmates and to see some of them again, and didn’t notice you were oddly quiet. You washed the dishes after you were done eating and you both watched some comedy movie before going to bed to sleep. You woke up feeling much better the next morning, thinking last night had been just a small downfall.

[...]

It happened again two weeks after Elizabeth was back from her trip. You were at your apartment this time eating pizza and drinking wine because neither of you wanted to cook. You were sitting at the table trying to finish off some work you brought home while Elizabeth was sitting across from you reading some of her lines for an upcoming shooting, both of you in comfortable silence.

It has been maybe half an hour or less that you were taking notes and writing down a few things when you remembered something and quickly grabbed a post-it to scribble four numbers on it. You reached out to glue it at the table in front of your girlfriend and she lowered her papers to look at it with confusion. She arched her eyebrows and looked at you, clearly asking for an explanation, and you shrugged.

“I changed my phone’s password yesterday.”

Elizabeth blinked at you, then looked down at the four numbers you had picked to be your new password, then back at you. “Is this your password?”

“Yes.” You nodded, already turning your attention back to your work. You were already biting the back of your pen again trying to decipher the numbers your team had provided you with when you noticed she was still looking at you. “What?”

“Why did you give me your password?”

You opened your mouth to reply, only to quickly close it again when you realized what you were about to say. Your cheeks burned in shame when you noticed what you did and why you had done it, and you quickly reached out to grab the post-it again, crumpling it with your hand and choosing not to reply to her. It would sound as stupid out loud as it did inside your head. She didn’t ask for your password, she never even asked to look at your phone, to see your text messages, to take a look at your DMs.

Once again, you were betrayed by habit.

Luckily for you, Elizabeth’s phone rang a second later and she excused herself to answer it, saying it was the director of her new movie. You watched her go before you took a deep breath and ran your hands down your face. You stared at the screen of your computer for so long that Elizabeth was back before you even moved to go back to work.

When she sat across from you, it seemed she didn’t even remember the odd conversation you had a few minutes ago, and you weren’t sure you were glad.

[...]

“Excuse me,” you heard someone saying to your left and turned around out of instinct more than anything. You saw a nice looking girl, with a soft smile, dark hair, and dark eyes, looking at you and you waited for her to keep talking since you had no idea why she caught your attention. “I normally don’t do this, but I was looking at you and I thought… Well, maybe you could give me your number so we can grab a coffee someday.”

You felt your eyes widen and your mouth drop open in shock, but you wasted no time looking out for your girlfriend to see if she had heard this girl talking. Elizabeth was leaning against the counter looking at the menu while she tried to pick what she wanted to drink and didn’t seem to have paid any attention to that, so you sighed in relief and turned around to the girl again. You offered her a polite smile before taking a respectful step back.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I have a girlfriend.”

“That’s okay. I’m sorry to bother you.”

And, just like that, the girl was gone with her cheeks red and a shy smile. You shook your head and approached Elizabeth to look over her shoulder at the menu to pick up your order, but her voice made your entire body freeze.

“You keep turning heads whenever you walk, huh?”

Your heart started to race and your mind ran a mile per hour trying to come up with a reply, but then Elizabeth turned her head to look at you and she had an amused smile and bright green eyes filled with mischief, which made you quickly realize she was only teasing you. She wasn’t mad. She thought it was funny.

Not sure how you could reply to that, you simply rolled your eyes. “Pick your coffee. The line is already outside the door.”

She chuckled, looked away and started giving her order to the boy behind the counter. Meanwhile, you cursed yourself for having another panicked reaction. When you sat down to drink your coffee, Elizabeth started chatting about her most recent trip and you listened as much as your troubled mind allowed you to.

Eventually, after she took a break to sip at her coffee, you decided to address something that had been bothering you for a while now. “Lizzie, remember when I told you about my previous relationship?”

She frowned, but nodded. “Yes. You said it ended a couple of years ago.”

“Well, yes, but… I didn’t mention that it ended badly after a huge fight we had. One of the fights we had,” you told her. “We had many fights, actually.”

“Oh,” she breathed out, seemingly confused as to why you were telling her that.

“Yeah, she was… she was a bit jealous.” You sighed. “She would have flipped a table if someone hit on me like that.” You decided not to mention that a table would have been literally flipped if your ex-girlfriend was the one standing there. The relationship you had before Elizabeth wasn’t a good one, even if you stayed with your ex for almost eight years. Every once in a while, you were surprised to see how different things could be with Elizabeth.

“Well, you are a very beautiful woman,” Elizabeth said with a charming smile and a wink at you. “I can’t blame people for looking.”

And she looked so happy, so relaxed, so truthful saying that, that you didn’t have the heart to keep telling her about the things you lived before she came into your life. Instead, you also smiled and decided to brush it off. You would talk to your therapist again, you would keep working to heal some wounds that were still bleeding, and it would be fine.

It would be fine.

[...]

You were putting some clean clothes away when you felt two hands suddenly grabbing your waist and a yelled: “Gotcha!” right to your ear.

You were distracted, thinking about work and your chores, so you obviously weren’t expecting that. The yell that left your lips wasn’t a normal one. It wasn’t a surprised, playful one. It wasn’t one you could brush off with a laugh. No. You yelled like you were afraid for your life, dropping everything you had in your hands and shrinking away before you could stop yourself.

And then, because things weren’t already bad enough, you felt yourself slipping into a panic attack very fast. Your breath got hollow, your heart started to race, your vision blurred, and all you wished was to crawl to a corner and cry.

“Hey, hey, it’s me,” you heard Elizabeth saying, only then realizing it had been her who sneaked behind you. “Y/N, calm down, take a breath.”

You tried to. You really did. But your chest felt like there was a train on top of it and you were shaking so much that you almost missed the edge of the bed when you tried to sit on it. You barely felt Elizabeth’s hands guiding you, you certainly missed when she tried talking to you again, and you didn’t notice when she walked to the kitchen to grab you a cup of water before returning as fast as she could. She coaxed you to drink the water, then grabbed your hands and started asking you to name things you could see, things you could smell, things you could feel, and things you could hear, until your breathing started to calm down and you were able to look at her again.

“Are you okay?” She asked, her eyes filled with concern and guilt, and you couldn’t take that so you looked away.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Are you sure?” You nodded, soon hearing a sigh from her. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to scare you that much. I just… I saw you were distracted and I thought it would be fun to jump on you. I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s not your fault,” you told her with a sad smile.

It was sad because it really wasn’t her fault, but the one to blame for that wasn’t around. No, the person who made that to you was far away, living her life without traumas, without dealing with those moments of doubts and fears, acting as if she hadn’t ruined you forever. You were the one who stayed with all of that to deal with. You were the one with the scars, the wounds, the hurt. And you just lashed out at someone who had nothing to do with that.

“My love,” Elizabeth said in a gentle, concerned voice. Her hands were placed at your thighs, but she wasn’t moving them, afraid her touch might trigger something else. “Can you tell me what happened?”

You didn’t want to, not really. Because you knew things would change after you said something. You wouldn’t have Elizabeth playfully jumping on you. However, you knew you should tell her everything because it wasn’t fair to you to endure it all alone.

So you took a deep breath and patted the bed beside you so she would get up from where she was crouched on the floor. Elizabeth understood and quickly got up to sit beside you, reaching out to grab your hands as soon as she sat. You smiled a bit at that, although it soon disappeared as you thought about how to start that conversation.

“My ex-girlfriend…” You had to pause to swallow the lump that raised in your throat. “When we had that fight that led to our breakup, she… well, she pushed me really hard when I was doing the dishes. I hit my head against the cupboard. She started yelling into my face, calling me names and all of that because she thought I was cheating on her. Well, that was the night I decided to leave her, but… But so many things happened before that.” Your voice was barely a whisper at the end, but you felt Elizabeth squeezing your hand and giving you the strength to keep talking. “It was never physical before that, though I’m sure it would be a common thing if I stayed after that night. It was small things that I didn’t even realize at first, you know? She would look through my phone, so I always had to give her the password to access it or it would start a massive fight. Every time I had to change it, for whatever reason, she got so mad. So mad,” you added with a grimace. “She would make small comments about my weight and the way I looked just to make me sad. I know that’s why she did that. I would be having a good day, a day where I was happy, and she would say something just to see my smile go away.”

“Oh, baby,” Elizabeth whimpered and you wondered if she even noticed she said it out loud.

“I couldn’t go out with my friends without her and, even when we did go out with them, I had to stay next to her,” you continued. “If someone hit on me, she would yell at me, say it was my fault, that I was acting like a whore and that’s why people thought they could come to me. She was jealous of everything and everyone, it was a nightmare. I lost count of how many times we had a massive fight about nothing and she would just storm out and I would stay up all night wondering if she was okay, wondering if she was coming back or not.” You took another deep breath. You had been looking at your joined hands since you started talking, knowing you wouldn’t be able to say it all if you were looking at her. “We broke up over two years ago and I thought… I thought I would never enter another relationship again, but then I met you and I…” You opened and closed your mouth a couple of times, suddenly at a loss of words to express what you wanted. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life, Lizzie. You’re nothing like her. Nothing,” you repeated to make sure she would understand that. “But she left scars in me that just pop up sometimes.”

“Oh, baby,” Elizabeth said once you were done talking, now looking at her. It was clear she wanted to reach out to hug you but wasn’t sure if the gesture would be welcome, which made you even more sad. That’s what you were afraid of. That’s why you hadn’t said anything before. “I’m so, so sorry that you had to go through that.”

“Yes, well,” you smiled sadly. “It’s over. I left that place and never looked back.”

“You did,” she agreed with you. “You were so brave.”

“Now you know why I randomly gave you my password,” you tried to joke, but you couldn’t master enough humor to do so.

“How could I have not realized it before?” Elizabeth asked herself. “God, how didn’t I see it before?!”

“I didn’t tell you anything before,” you reminded. “And you had a lot on your plate already.”

“That’s not an excuse,” she insisted. “You’re my girlfriend, someone I deeply care for, someone I love. I should have paid more attention to those signals. Gosh, they’re so clear now that you said it.”

“Lizzie, that’s the thing,” you interrupted her. “Now that I told you, you know what to look for. You didn’t know before. I’m not going to apologize for not saying anything because I wasn’t ready to do so. I know it’s been two years, but it still pains me to remember some things.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Neither do you.” You looked at her with stern eyes. “You didn’t know.”

“You tried to tell me that day at the coffee shop,” she reminded with a frown. “You told me you guys used to fight, but I didn’t think…”

“Elizabeth, stop.” Your firm voice made her close her mouth and look at you with wide green eyes. “It happened, it can’t be changed. You know I go to therapy and I like to think I’m getting better and better every day, but it’s hard to break some habits, especially the bad ones. I’m telling you this now so you can understand some of my actions as well. I overreacted when you scared me, but I had a reason to. I freeze when you walk behind me when I’m on my phone, because I expect you to grab it from my hand. I might cry if you raise your voice while we discuss something, because I expect you to yell at me and walk away. I’m trying to be better, but you need to know that those things might happen along the way.”

“My love, I’m so proud that you told me this,” Elizabeth affirmed, suddenly bringing tears to your eyes. “And I’m so proud of you for leaving something that wasn’t good for you. I promise I will be more aware of those things. I won’t jump on you anymore, I won’t make any jokes that might make you uncomfortable. You just name it and I will do it. Whatever you need.”

You felt your heart full with the honesty you could see on her face and hear in her voice. Elizabeth seemed truly worried, truly willing to find ways to help you out, to make things easier for you, and you felt the lump in your throat again.

“I bet you weren’t expecting to end up with a mess like me,” you commented with a watery laugh.

However, Elizabeth shook her head vehemently. “Don’t say that. You’re not a mess. Do you remember when I told you I don’t like getting drunk or being around people who get drunk? I noticed that you never drank too much after that. You’re always in control to make me comfortable. That’s what I want to do for you. That’s what you deserve at the very least.”

“I love you,” you whispered since all the emotions running through you were making it hard to say anything else.

“I love you too, my love. And I promise you to be by your side as long as you want me to.”

“I hope you have the time, then,” you joked, already leaning in for a kiss. “Because I don’t want you to be anywhere else.”

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Nine’s Betrayal: A Predictable Route, But Important Execution.

     To no surprise, the idea of Nine becoming more antagonistic in Prime came to pass, but I’d like to breakdown why it just works so well in execution. Prime from the get go had set up Nine was a super vulnerable kid. Obviously, a kid with a high IQ in having great mechanical talent, although still a hurt and highly jaded child, nonetheless. Nine has easily been one of my favorite parts of Sonic Prime. Taking such a simple concept of reverse good guy doing something more interesting with it. He isn’t just a run of the mill polar opposite, rather one whom has been dealt a bad hand in turn lashing out at everyone and everything. Nine hasn’t ever taken chances in opening himself up after countless times being abused for his two tails. It wasn’t until Sonic arrived in his dimension, Nine began slightly letting his guard down.

     This moment between them in Prime’s very first episode is extremely crucial because it sets up the real solitude of Nine’s characterization. Immediately I felt sympathy for Tails’ polar opposite, given his unfortunate circumstances. Nine had to fend for himself with no real mentor figure to guide him, other than his own experiences. Nine buried away any sense of identity, or happiness, in favor of going full on coldly detached. Hiding those two tails in shame because it made Nine feel like a freak of nature. Suddenly, a happy go lucky guy, like Sonic, comes crashing into his reality. Boldly stating they’re close companions praising his natural gifts and calling those other mechanical tails seriously amazing.

     Nine has become desensitized to being seen as some disfigured individual, yet here someone is not mocking or assaulting him just because of his appearance. He didn’t know what to do in emotionally processing the fact someone is saying, “Embrace who you are! It doesn’t matter anyone else thinks!”, in a world where fears rules with an iron fist as their status quo. Perhaps, Nine reluctantly saw someone he could call a friend at long last, even if the kid didn’t want to fully admit to himself. As I had hoped, Sonic & Nine’s dynamic in Prime is a big aspect of the story getting explored. Honestly, with the way things have been handled thus far, I’d arguably say Sonic & Nine’s dysfunctional bond may pan out to be my favorite iterations Sonic & Tails iconic brotherly concept. There’s more going on underneath in their friendship.

     Shadow had warned Sonic from the start about being weary of Nine, to which he severely opposes him on said notion. Sonic’s optimism of seeing the best in others completely 180′d on him in the worst fashion. Nine’s highly self-conscious, jaded nature, and intelligence brought him to the same conclusion Shadow previously reached. If he returns all the Shatter pieces to normal, then there’s a likely chance he’ll disappear in exchange for restoring Sonic’s home world. He realized this after seeing the other Tails’ counterparts. Especially looking directly at the original Tails whom started it all scoffing at him. Any affection, or respect for that matter, Nine had toward Sonic began to fade away.

“You just assumed I’d go along with you, no matter what! Did you ever consider what I wanted!?”

     Nine was putting the pieces together in his mind realizing, “Sonic only likes me because he believes I’m just like his Tails. That I’ll agree to what he says and thinks.”, feeling very hurt by this revelation. He always had different intentions of what his “happy ending” was going to be. Seeing someone disregard his beliefs in favor of comparison to what is supposed to be an original counterpart did more to Nine than just sting. It felt like he been stabbed in the back after opening up his heart to someone. Something this poor kid hasn’t done in a very long time. Who’s to say Nine wasn’t questioning his place in all of this, as well?

    Throughout these new batch of episodes, Nine has been trying his best to give Sonic a helping hand. Putting his life on the line, so he can get a chance to return the favor of helping Sonic. Sonic had made Nine reconsider maybe there’s more to a life than simply a preference of being just another loner in a world where everyone fends for themselves. Only to have it thrown to the way side because Nine came to that same conclusion as Shadow did before. If Green Hill is to be restored, then himself, the Shatter-verse, and all other realities must apparently cease to exist. It not only terrifies him, but also makes Nine view himself as just another small cog in the system. A means to an end.

“Look’s like I can’t ever be happy.”

“Sonic doesn’t see me for who I truly am.”

“My very existence is irrelevant.”

“I don’t matter.”

     Wouldn’t surprise me if these thoughts were bubbling around in his mind before this heated confrontation happened. Nine doubles back down on his loner attitude because ultimately it has been what kept him getting hurt for so long. Getting dealt yet another hard dose of truth that Sonic stuck to his guns on Nine because he thought they would see eye to eye, like his own Tails. However, Shadow was completely right about Nine being different from who they know. Nine has been through a ton of emotional torment, even though there is still good in him. Any kindness is buried underneath a mountain of insecurities. Hence, the whole outcry of, “I AM REAL! Just not your real friend...”, is Nine hardly reaffirming his value as a person. That he isn’t defined by anything.  

    It’s what makes their dynamic so refreshing to watch between Sonic & Nine because he can’t just simply give an uplifting speech to make Tails feel better about himself. He’s gonna have to show some strong actions to Nine about his existence having significance. Breaking through those mental barriers of his isn’t gonna be easy after this falling out they’ve had. Nine has assumed Sonic didn’t genuinely ever care about him, despite standing up for him against Shadow earlier. To say I’m excited for Prime’s third season would be an understatement.

     Prime’s central conflict being centered around Sonic & Nine’s dynamic was a terrific idea, instead of simply going against different incarnations of Eggman. This makes matters a lot more dramatically complex. It isn’t simply about Sonic fixing his serious mistakes, but having to battle someone he never wanted to hurt. Sonic is gonna have to acknowledge his major oversight in not treating Nine for who he actually is. Nine isn’t Tails. He’ll never be Miles Tails Prower. Nine is a child molded by a world that was cruelly unfair to him and told he could never been proclaimed as an equal, ever. He had to do growing up on his own.

    This shot hurts to look at because you can see every ounce Nine’s remorse written all over his face thinking, “I should’ve known better than to ever put faith in someone other than myself. Why did I get my hopes up for thinking anything good would come of it?”. All the aspirations of wanting a clean slate with someone he deeply valued only to find out it was based on an empty comparison shattered Nine’s own hopes and dreams in the process.

“The only person I can ever trust is myself...”

     Sonic Prime Season 2 ends with our iconic protagonist hurting someone he never intended to, turning him into the next bigger hurdle to overcome. The writers took such a basic straight forward idea on paper making into an emotionally charged story testing Sonic’s resolve in facing down a friend.

     Taking well known tropes in stories should never be viewed as a bad thing. It’s what you go about doing with these ideas that truly matters. Sonic Prime is simply another reminder of that with Sonic & Nine’s contrasting personalities.

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and they were roommates | peter parker x male!reader | 7/7

summary: closure.

pairings: tasm!peter parker x male!reader

cw: fluff :D

word count: 1.3k+

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you had not seen peter since that night.

it has been five days and eighteen hours.

if anyone asked him, he'd say he'd regretted his actions. terribly so.

but no one knew. no one asked.

and if he had kissed anyone else, you'd have been the one to know. he would have ran straight to you to tell of the whole situation.

but he kissed you.

his best friend.

and now he didn't feel like he had a best friend.

now, it's not as if you ran away. no, you just avoided him to the point of changing your entire schedule.

you left an hour earlier and sat in your classroom in the dark, wondering what to do.

you came home late at night when you knew he'd be out participating in his nightly endeavors, going to a café to grade (or just hiding in your classroom still, it's your comfort place other than your shitty apartment with the man at home that you were avoiding).

you always made sure to be home before he got back from his activities, though. just in case he needed help.

but it's the weekend again.

and quite honestly, you miss him.

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you stumbled in your apartment, hands full of mail and paperwork you needed to do, as per usual.

an extravagant sigh that turned into a groan leaked from your throat as your stomach rumbled but the will to cook struggled to present itself.

peter watched you bump against the counter and curse yourself from the couch. his knees bounced with the debate of whether he should make himself known like he originally intended or not.

he was well aware of how you snuck around when you assumed him to be asleep and out of the house.

he woke at four in the morning every day the last week while you got ready for work and listened to you shuffle around.

guilt swelled in him when you jumped with a start after noticing him. staring at you from across the room.

"jesus, peter," your hand sat on top of your chest, willing for it to calm your heart.

"sorry,"

"what are you doing here?"

peter willed himself to smile, "not happy to see me?" the pain in his eyes and brow didn't pass the confidence act, though.

you chose to ignore his comment. mixed feelings were brought out from his presence. a lot of feelings you didn't want to admit you had.

instead you looked down at the sad eggs you had gotten out in your hand, "do you want anything to eat?"

your voice was quiet, shyer than he'd ever heard it. he seemed to be pulled further into the pit of guilt.

he made you quiet and shy around him, he thought. he did that. he ruined it.

"no, that's okay, thank you,"

the clattering of you pulling out pans was painful in the silence. it refused to let him form the words he had been going over all night.

peter would never tell you but he had been sitting there for two hours waiting for you to get home. just searching for the right words.

in that moment, words escaped him. the perfectly crafted sentence he had built fell apart on the ground like dominoes.

"w-we-," he choked when your eyes snapped to him. "we never finished twenty questions."

"no," you nearly whispered after another stabbing moment of silence. "i guess we didn't."

"it's your turn, if you want." peter tried to swallow, feeling more like a bread ball with nails hammered in from every angle was falling down his throat than saliva.

"i think i'll skip my turn,"

peter hated the formalities that were present between you two. "alright," he just wanted it all to go back to normal.

peter considered the way you hadn't used the eggs you pulled out at all. instead you were just eyeing them up and down while you listened to him.

"did you want to kiss me?" the words strangled the air, but you immediately looked up at him.

"yes. i said yes." you practically whispered, hesitantly.

peter found your eyes, and the sincerity in them lifted the suffocation he had been feeling the last week.

"why did you kiss me?"

"i-," peter was almost baffled by the question. he thought it was quite obvious.

although, your innocent ignorance to the emotions of people was something he understood very well about you. he could recall stories of your childish confusion easily.

"i like you," he couldn't hear your shaken sigh of relief over the sound of his pounding heart in his chest. "a lot."

your heart was beating just as fast as his, if not faster. but by the looks of you, peter would think you're almost disinterested in the conversation.

what he couldn't see in the dark, hardly lit, tiny, kitchen-living room combination, was your worried brows and your lip nearly bleeding from the biting. he couldn't see the way your jaw shook every few seconds and the tears that threatened your eyes.

you didn't handle stress well.

"do you regret it?" peter nearly blurted out.

"no!" your head shook, your brain banged against the sides of your skull with every movement. "no, no, not at all. d-do you?"

"no!" peter replied with similar enthusiasm. he hastily stood from the couch and stumbled his way into the kitchen before you.

he opened his mouth to speak, you assumed to take his turn in the game.

you, however, were just about done with the game.

"i like you, too," you interrupted. his agape mouth fell closed with a click of his teeth. his wide eyes glimmered a reflection of the city lights. "a lot."

"oh, that's-,"

"i-i, uhm. it's been a while for me, though,"

"me too," a smile pulled at peter's lips.

you're just always so cute, even when you rambled your worries like this. his posture dropped to slouch against the counter, gazing at your twitching fingers.

the comfort of being around you - being in his own skin - seeped back and leaked through his veins.

"right," you muttered, recollecting the stories he's told you from years ago. "i don't really know how to do this,"

"i don't either. we don't gotta know, though. we can do it our own way."

"okay," a sigh of relief left your lips. peter smiled brightly at you.

your sight spun looking at his smile. you wanted to rub it right off of his face.

he stepped towards you slowly, once again leaving room for you to escape if you wanted.

you very much didn't, though.

no, you stood waiting for him. practically inviting him in.

he arrived to his spot in front of you, merely an inch or two away. his hand slowly raised, hesitantly landing on your cheek.

the fridge over his shoulder proved to be more calming than him in that very moment. he watched your eyes and how they refused to meet his.

his smile only grew wider, though. at the thought of making you nervous in (hopefully) the good way.

"can i-," his whispers floated through the air to you.

they traveled along the hills and lakes of your skin.

they traveled through the forest of your hair.

they traveled towards the canyons of your ears.

and submerged themselves in the sea of your brain.

they swirled in that ocean and pushed and shoved at something that forced you to move before he could finish.

and your lips were on his once more. your eyes squeezed so tight that tears practically leaked through them, his words leaking out with them.

peter, baffled by you like always, breathed you in like a summer's night.

he was engulfed by you, whether you knew it or not. you absorbed him all of the time. you chewed him constantly and spit him out, only to chew him up again.

you were constantly abducting him with your eyes. you brought him in to your ship and ran tests on him. you dissected every fiber - every molecule - and put him back together again, better than before.

you healed him from the inside out.

you drove him to be better for you and for himself.

you inspired him to care again.

to be again.

you were his roommate, and he was yours, but now, you are something much more.

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[icycoldninja]

The Turks incorrect quotes

Reno: You’re not jealous, are you? Rude: No! Reno: Good, ‘cause I consider my fake relationship with you a lot more meaningful.

Elena: Have I ever told you that I love you with my whole heart? Tseng: For the love of all that is holy, I am not taking you to McDonalds. It’s 2am! Elena: Mean.

Tseng: Did you like the food I made? Elena: No, not really. Tseng: But I put my heart and soul into it! Elena: No wonder it tastes so cold and dead.

Reno: Anybody got any crayons so I can color in my Ph. D.?

Rude: Tseng likes to win. When he was 8, a little Club Scout friend of his bragged she could sell the most cookies. Rude: Damned if Tseng didn't walk the neighborhood till he got blisters on his feet, and won by 10 boxes. Rude: Best part is, Tseng wasn't even a Club Scout.

Reno: You know the sound a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That's the sound that my brain makes all the time.

Reno, washing the dishes: Who the fuck used this pan?? Reno: Wait. I the fuck used this pan… Tseng: It was you the fuck. Reno: It was I the fuck… Rude: Who cooks rice in a pan? Tseng: He the fuck.

Reno: Any questions? Rude: Uh, yeah, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? Reno: Uh, a plan, duh… Elena: Rude, chill, I know it’s weird, but Reno has a point. Rude: Rude: THAT WAS LITERALLY A PONY DOODLE WITH A HAT!!

Tseng: If there are no questions, we’ll move on to the next chapter. Rude: I have a question. Tseng: Certainly, Rude. What is it? Rude: What’s the point of human existence? Tseng: I meant any questions about the subject at hand. Rude: Oh. Rude: Frankly, I’d like to have the issue resolved before I expend any more energy on this.

Reno: Anything else? Rude: Yeah. Stay away from me! Reno: Alright. See you in the room we share.

Reno: I’m sorry, I really flew off the handle back there. It was like the handle was a bald guy going really fast, and I was his toupée.

Rude: What's the most efficient way to burn calories? Tseng: Exercise more! Reno: Set yourself on fire. Elena: There are two kinds of people.

Elena: Come to think of it… You’ve always been nice to me. Elena: I mean, you listen to all my problems- Tseng: No, Elena I just simply stand here while you talk, there’s a big difference.

Tseng: Guys where did Reno go? Elena: He got arrested. Tseng: How the hell- Reno: bursts in through the window The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

Reno: Shut up, you’re messing with my train of thought! Tseng: I thought you didn’t have a brain and now you say you have thoughts?

Elena: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time? Tseng: AS ENEMIES?! Elena:

Reno: Tseng, you need to react when people cry! Tseng: I did. I rolled my eyes.

Kidnapper: I have one of your friends. Rude: Which one? I have seven. Kidnapper: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up. Rude: Which one? I have seven. Reno, distantly: HEY!!!

Reno: Come on, you need to go to bed. Tseng: Mr. Snuffles says that I can stay up as long as I want. And that you need to die! Reno: … Reno: What the hell, Mr. Snuffles—

Tseng: Oh, they left the bowl out? Tseng: It says, “Take two pieces of candy.” Reno: Nobody around though… Reno grabs the entire bowl and runs off with it Tseng: NO—

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[doctorgerth]

a/n: The first piece for the event! Starting with our sweet freckled fire boi. Will he get a smooch? Or is he safe until the next round? Read to find out! 💕

pairing: Ace x GN!Reader

word count: 1.3k

candy heart prompt: You & Me - Distraction

PORTGAS D. ACE + YOU & ME

The anniversary of the day you joined the crew was quickly approaching, and in typical Whitebeard Pirate fashion, they were planning a substantial celebration for you.

There was no one more grateful you joined the crew besides their very own 2nd Division Commander. You were undoubtedly Ace’s best friend among the crew; the two of you hardly ever seen without the other. That’s why Marco left him the utmost important mission of keeping you distracted while they finished with decorations and last minute preparations. Ace tried his hardest to fulfill his mission by keeping you company in your cabin — not too different from his daily routine.

Though, he really wished he would’ve been given more explicit instruction other than just keeping you ‘preoccupied’. What exactly was he supposed to preoccupy you with? The two of you could chat for hours on end. You’ve done so countless times before, but could he actually keep you cooped up in your room for long enough?

The answer was clearly no, since you quickly became eager to sneak into the kitchen — where the chefs were busy preparing your favorite dishes — for an afternoon snack.

“What is up with you?” you wondered aloud as you reached over to check his temperature. “You never turn down food. Are you ill?”

The warmth of your hand against his forehead was surely enough to bring him to feverish degrees. Your touch often did that, as did your genuine care for him. How could he not have fallen for you?

“I’m fine!” he reassured you with a groan. A result of you removing your hand. He didn’t want it to leave just yet. Or ever. “I just don’t want to face Thatch’s wrath again. My head still hurts from the frying pan he threw at me last time.”

You snickered, “Oh, so the frying pan caused you to lose the last brain cell you had?”

Thump. He smirked. Ace was a sucker for your playful banter. He’d often hoped it was flirting, but even though Ace knew you best, he couldn’t gauge your feelings for him. Did you feel the same way? Was he in your head half as often as you were on his mind?

“Yeah, I’m sorry I don't have any for you to borrow now.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “Well, I’m starving and Thatch adores me, so I’m going to go grab a snack. I’ll sneak something for you too. You need to eat. You’ve hardly eaten all day.”

Thump thump. You always looked after him and he loved that about you. Ace loved you. He was never more sure of anything.

He hadn’t eaten all day because he was saving his appetite for the big feast, but of course he couldn’t tell you that. You seemed to be convinced that he wasn’t feeling well. Maybe he could use that to his advantage?

As you rose to your feet, Ace thought quickly and clutched at his stomach, doubling over with an exaggerated groan, “You’re right. I’m not feeling so well…”

You released your hold on the door knob and rushed over to him, rubbing circles against his back and cooing at him. He only felt a little bad about faking an illness, but he could really get used to the feeling of you taking care of him. It felt so natural being here with you.

“Here, lay down,” you directed as you helped Ace into your bed. He looked pitiful staring up at you; those all too familiar dark eyes tugging at your heartstrings. You absentmindedly reached out to swipe some hair out of his eyes and nearly melted when he leaned into your touch. “I’ll go get Marco. Stay here.”

Shit. You’d nearly made him forget why he was faking being sick, let alone what he was supposed to be doing in the first place. Ace struggled in stopping you from walking out the door, struggling even further with getting out from under your covers. He tripped and fell onto the wooden floor, scrambling to his feet as he stumbled down the hallway chasing after you.

“No, wait!” he called after you. You were a few paces ahead of him and quickly made it out onto the deck, stopping only when he caught up to you.

You turned to him with your brows furrowed, “What are you doing? I thought you didn’t feel well?”

Ace was well aware he wouldn’t be able to fool you twice, but you were out in the open now. Exposed to any and all potential spoilers of your celebration. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to lure you back into your room in any normal manner. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

“I’m going to go see Marco to figure out what the hell is wrong with you. I thought I heard him a second ago.” You swivelled your head to find the ship’s doctor.

Ace caught sight of some crewmates behind you, under Marco’s direction, carrying a giant balloon arch along the other end of the main deck and attempting to sneak it into the mess hall. Marco met Ace’s eyes with wide ones, panicked. He shook his head violently as he tried to hurry the crewmates out of your sight. Just as you were about to turn around to catch them in the act, Ace instinctively pulled you closer.

His warm hands cupped your cheeks, positioning your face mere inches from his. He could hear you, feel you gasp against his lips. Your warm breath fanning his own lips left him dizzy, wings fluttering madly in his gut he thought they might lift him off the ground. Having you this close to him was new, intoxicating, intimate. He felt near breathless as he continued to hold you still and you showed no sign of leaving his embrace.

“Don’t go,” he whispered gently, a calloused thumb grazing your cheek.

You sighed and Ace expected you to offer more defiance, to push him away, but instead you stared up at him expectantly, eyes blinking slow. Were you pulling him closer or was he leaning in?

He was surely running a fever now.

Your breaths mingled, lips hovering, noses brushing. The way Ace’s eyes would shamelessly drop to stare at your lips left you wondering how you were even still standing. You’d suddenly forgotten where you were or why you were even there in the first place. All you knew in this moment was him. Just you and him.

“Ace…” you sighed; a helpless plea for him to be closer.

Your name dripped from his lips like honey. You wanted to know if he’d taste just as sweet. Just as you were about to taste for yourself, a teasing voice pierced through the gentle thrumming in your ears.

“Are you two going to keep canoodling each other out on the deck or are you going to come join the party?”

The tension quickly dissipated with Thatch’s voice, causing Ace to drop his hands and you to take a hasty step backward. You turned to look at Thatch who was grinning mischievously. A crowd of crewmates behind him giggled like school girls. When you turned back to Ace, staring at him quizzically, he could only smile.

“Party? What are we celebrating?” Your voice sounded hoarse; unfamiliar. You were still jittery from the anticipation. You were actually going to kiss your best friend.

Though the tension was gone, you could tell something significant had changed between the two of you from that briefly intense moment. You’d always known your feelings for Ace were deeper than friendly, but looking at him now was like looking in a mirror. Ace stared at you in a way akin to lovers and though he was no longer caressing your face, you could feel a warm hand around your own, and another grip around your heart, squeezing as he replied,

“You, of course.”

a/n: Ace survives Round One! No smooch for him so far, but perhaps he’ll end up successful in the next round? We’ll see Fire Fist again in Round Two! Thanks for reading. 💕

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[skyloftian-nutcase]

My dumb brain is dreaming about work and now I am trying to convince it to go back to sleep, but this also came to me so… here

If only it was as easy as it was in video games. Wild thought idly as he stirred the scrambled egg and mushroom mix. Mix the correct items together and… poof, instant magic effect. Some days, it would be nice if food could give those who ate it extra energy (maybe Legend wouldn’t be living off ‘comes with a warning label the caffeine content is so high’ drinks), or a boost to their strength (Hyrule routinely stuck manhandling patients twice his size), or… Wild looked towards the stairs, and checked the time both on the kitchen clock and his own watch. They were the same. 12:25. The day shifters were at work, except one. Sky had shown up at Lon Lon two days ago, the signs of an eminent ‘slump’ settling heavily on his shoulders and in his eyes. At least the pilot had been aware of the signs and had come home where there were others to help. But the ‘slump’ meant Sky struggled to get up, to get to work, and in the worst of it, needed prompting to remember basic things like eating. If only there was a magic combination of ingredients to lift the ‘slump’ or better yet, banish it forever.

Alas, the world was not like video games. Best he could do was offer support like a warm breakfast, even if it was well after noon. Wild killed the heat on the stove, moved the pan off the burner, and stuck the lid over top to help trap the remaining heat while he made his way upstairs and to the room that he knew Sky was still in, and probably still asleep.

“Sky?” He knocked on the door, waited for a sound or sign of life, then chanced opening the door. The lump of blankets on the bed moved at his second call.

“Wild?” Sky asked, his voice sleepy and slurry.

“Hey, Sky. I made breakfast.”

The pilot rolled to look at the clock, then groaned as he saw the digits blinking back at him.

“Don’t you have a night shift tonight?”

Wild shrugged. “I can go to bed here in the next hour ish and be fine. I wanted to prep something for the crock pot and that took longer than I expected so… I made breakfast for the two of us.”

Sky sat up, pulling the blanket around his shoulders. “‘Kay. I’m coming…” it would be another several minutes before Sky moved from that spot and actually tried to come downstairs, but it was progress.

“Great. OJ or milk?” He asked as he turned to head back downstairs.

“Milk soun’s good.”

Wild chuckled to himself. That might as well have been a rhetorical question but he still asked.

“K, it’s ready downstairs.”

Maybe he couldn’t magically fix a slump with food, but a warm meal made by a friend certainly helped.

(Fun fact, the things Wild cooks or offers this time are high in vitamin D, or fortified to be so. Some claim that vitamin D deficiency is a part of the seasonals and making sure you have enough can ease depression symptoms, but full disclaimer, not medically or nutritionally trained. Just armed with internet search abilities and enough knowledge to make trouble.)

I love this ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ The wishing life was a video game made me smile, adore that, but Wild doing something so simple and impactful just sofuwkwiqwhfid my family does this for me all the time and fufuwworhdiIWWHFKCUAHWOR AHHH 😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Cookijg as a love language is just SO—aahhhh thank you ❤️

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[panelshowsource]

hi, sarah! i see you've watched a lot of british panel shows/comedians and i need a specific recommendation: where to start with dara o briain? he's right now my favourite taskmaster contestant ever and after listening to his episodes on the tm podcast and off menu, and watching him on wilty, i'm completely in love with his humor and manner of speech. what are the "must see" things he's done in the past? he's such a prominent figure in british tv but idk how to choose what to watch next

i have watched a lot of panel shows...you got that right hehehe...

i'm happy for you that you found someone you really like and get to explore a lot of new content! i gotta say, that doesn't happen often for someone quite so famous and prolific like dara, so it's fun for me to think back to all the stuff he's been in :')

he's a comedian, but he's also known for being mr big smarty pants, so he's done a lot of comedy programmes as well as smarty pants programmes & documentaries. you may choose to start in one of these distinct directions if there's a side of dara you like best! let me start with a few of my own faves...

he's probably best known — definitely by my followers, but also in general — for being the long-time host of the news-focused panel show mock the week, which JUST ended after 17 years. of the panel shows about news, of which there are many, this one is the most accessible and the most silly. dara is a GREAT host and has hilarious dynamics with the regular panelists, especially his literal best friend ed byrne (who we heavily stan). in fact, on mtw, you'll also see lots of other taskmaster contestants you may recognise, including panel captain and cult fave hugh dennis, frankie boyle, russell howard, and ed gamble. i know 17 years is A LOT, so if you've never seen the show and aren't sure where to start, i'm gonna recommend you give series 15 a go — as a new-er panel show fan, i think a more recent season like this one will be most accessible. also, this compilation of comedians roasting dara on mtw for half an hour is fucking hilarious lmaooo

dara has been on tons of panel shows as a panelist opposed to hosting, and you'd be amiss not to catch up on him on qi! one of stephen's smart lil boys and a clever laugh, he was made for that show. you can find dara's episodes here and i have all of qi linked on the masterpost! if you've never seen qi here's a silly clip that is mostly sean being one of stephen's naughty lil boys but it's a great example of the learning a lot/learning absolutely nothing dichotomy that can happen with a great panel (including dara!!)!

apart from that, i'd highly recommend you watch his stand-up! i put two specials on drive for you, 2012's craic dealer and 2015's crowd tickler (sorry for the mid quality — they're just dvd rips). these are pretty perfect for blossoming dara fans because they're funny, witty, clever, goofy — all the things we love about dara at once!!

as for my final personal recommendation, you should definitely check out dara & ed's great big adventure, a bbc two miniseries where the besties travel along the pan-american highway! they have top-tier wholesome bantz, ed is very fucking goofy (you will find quickly that being a fan of dara is being a fan of ed hahaha), and they explore some very beautiful cultures. i will work on getting decent rips of the show for my drive, but in the meantime you can watch this on dailymotion!

it would be amiss if i ended the recs here, because dara has hosted a lot of different series — but these series are based around very specific interests of his. some of the big ones include the following: go 8 bit, one of his most recent shows about classic and indie video games, very nostalgic with fun guests; science club (if you need full eps of this lmk, i should be able to get them but it will just take a lil time) and school of hard sums, nerds talking about science and maths, def have qi vibes; and the underrated stargazing live, broadcast every winter and when dr brian cox & our fave amateur astronomer mr ó briain talk about stars and shit! these are less necessary watching and more worth watching if the topics tickle your fancies~

okay i hope that helps!! there is obviously so much more to his career — including his many books — but i think this is overwhelming enough and i hope you don't mind the long post! feel free to catch us up on what you're enjoying down the line, we love dara and hearing what others love about him too :')

#riemmetric #a #long post #whoops heh

[art-of-firefly]

Character ask game: all numbers for your favorite character!! 👀 Please elaborate as much as you want to! 🤍

Thank you for this opportunity ❤️ Be ready for a very long post because i have things to say about Akashi ! I already answered 2, 5 and 9 here and 23 and 25 here. So for these questions i'll do it with Nijimura instead.

Akashi

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

In short i like him for everything and i dislike nothing about him.

But i'll just take a second to talk about one random thing i like. Bokushi's goal being to protect Oreshi and to stand up for him when he can't do it himself is something I find really touching. Bokushi has helped Oreshi in more ways than one, and yes, he has made some mistakes too, but he is only a teenager and, contrary to what he desperately hopes and thinks he should be, he is not absolute.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

The scene where he attacked Kagami with scissors. It was just a shock scene for shock value and added nothing to the story. Like we know, Akashi is the final boss so he must be intimidating but it really wasn't necessary. Especially because now every anime-only thinks Akashi really intended to cut him when it was clear he knew and saw from the start that Kagami would dodge.

EDIT : My reason for hating this scene was perfectly summed up here so quick edit to add it

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Monkey D Luffy for One piece. For one they are my two favorite characters ever. But also i think Luffy would have an incredibly good influence on Akashi and on his mental health. In a way, meeting Luffy who is literally the center of the world and whose life and every decision actually has an incredible impact on the entire world would be therapeutic for Akashi. It would help him realize that his decision, and his mistakes aren't that important in the grand scheme of things.

They also have a lot in common, they are about the same age and height, their color is red,what's matter the most to them is their friends, they are both captains and have a lot of responsibilities.

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

I sincerely believe that he is on the aroace spectrum, more specifically demiromantic and demisexual (and probably pan too).

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

The nicknames Bokushi and Oreshi, like that's absolutely adorable to give him a nickname depending on the pronoun he uses. And it makes discussions easier because saying 'you know that time when golden-eye-Akashi said to two-red-eyes Akashi-' would get tiring really fast

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

The demonization of mental illness, calling him a psycho, calling him crazy etc. This is both a big misinterpretation of his character and really insulting for real people with mental illness.

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

Maybe ? I don't really know, I don't remember my teenage years very well for reasons, so I don't know if our personalities would have been very compatible?

11. Would you date this character?

Big No. He is like 16, I'm almost ten year older. I'd rather adopt him. I don't want kids but i'll make an exception for him, give me the adoption papers. I'll probably be a terrible parent but i'll still do better than Masaomi.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

He gets headaches a lot, it's a consequence of using his emperor eye, plus the overwork. He's often shown only closing one eye in cannon and it's something I usually do when I have headaches, so it fuels my headcanon.

Also think about it, The GoM greatness weakness is that their body can't keep up with their abilities. We've seen what it does to others but we've never seen AKashi get hurt. If the consequence for Akashi is headaches, then it all fits together perfectly.

Look at him and tell me this kid isn't trying really hard to fight a headache while is friends argue right beside him.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

🥰

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

What the kids call "Dark Academia" nowadays

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

NijiAka, in a way Nijimura remind Akashi of his humanity, and allows him to be a normal teenager even if only for a little while. He is the first person to treat Akashi like a normal teenager, the first person Akashi can rely on and look up to. And in return Nijimura believes so much in him.

Nijimura and Midorima were the first characters to notice there was two Akashi. Which shows that he truly paid attention to him and also that Akashi was comfortable enough with him to let his other personality slips sometimes when they were alone together.

The scene in the CD drama where Nijimura decided to treat Akashi to his very first after school snack lives rent free in my head.

I could talk at length about Nijika but I don't want to hijack this post with an essay on Nijika's perfection. I'll talk about it in another post another time.

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

AkaKuro, listen Akashi and Kuroko's friendship is so incredibly beautiful and important. I love their bond and it's very precious to me. But i don't like them as a ship at all, because in a way it simplifies and justifies all the trust, care and affection they have for each other with "it's because they are in love".

They don't need to be in love to be so important to each other,, on the contrary the fact that all their love comes from friendship makes it even better.

Being in a relationship, romantic, queer platonic or literally anything else, couldn't top what they have now, it wouldn't improve it, it wouldn't bring anything better to their lives.

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

None, there are two Akashi ships I don't like, AkaKuro and AkaFuri (yes, the two most popular Akashi ships, don't send hate) But I like all his other ships.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

Once again Nijimura. But for diversity sake i'll go with Murasakibara instead because i don't talk about them enough. I think their friendship is very underrated and adorable.

Akashi spoils Murasakiabara all the time. He won many competitions at the Teiko school festival and the summer festival, each time he gave all his prizes to Murasakibara. Both times, Murasakibara knew in advance and had no doubt that Akashi would win it all. In official art, Akashi even gave him his Valentine's Day chocolates.

In every situation Murasakibara listen to Akashi and hold his opinion above all else, even his own team and coach.

And remember when Murasakibara was studying with his team in the CD Drama, he started talking about Akashi, his perfect grades, how he taught him his study method and how he created the most delicious snack he ever eat ? (Snack Akashi created because he overheard Murasakibara complaining that a special snack he liked was no longer available so he decided he had to create a new recipe from scratch and prepare it for him.)

Murasakibara opinion of Akashi is extremely important for the latter, Murasakibara's tantrum was what causes Oreshi to switch with Bokushi. After the Winter Cup Murasakibara had an argument with his team and the person he called was Akashi. And when Murasakibara got angry at him, Akashi start to panic and he asked the Uncrowned Kings for help because Murasakibara being upset at him was too much to handle.

In short Akashi clearly has a very big weak spot for Murasakibara and while it seems he has him wrapped around his finger, when you look closely it's obvious the reverse is also true. Murasakibara's loyalty and friendship is a very strong pillar in Akashi's life, they support and complete each other very well.

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

His relationship with his father. For very obvious reasons.

But I also think that Masaomi Akashi truly believes that the way he raises Seijuro is what's best for him. If Shiori was still alive, they would have had a chance to be a happy family. He's an emotionally abusive and neglectful father, but I think he really cares about Seijuro and thinks he's raising him in the best way possible.

This, of course, does not excuse any of his actions, he does not deserve to have and raise a child and Seijuro would have every right to cut all ties with him. But just saying Masaomi is just evil is too easy.

I think with time their relationship will improve. They will never truly be father and children, but they could achieve a stable relationship of equals once Akashi is an adult.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

I think Akashi needs more than one best friends, but the GoM and Rakuzan as a whole is perfect for him.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to the character? Something you don't like?

Sorry, this is going to sound really vague, but what I like and don't like depends on how the author characterizes him. But I'll be honest with you, since a lot of what I've seen demonizes him and I don't like his two most popular ships, I don't usually read fanfiction about him unless someone recommended it to me.

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Shisui Uchiha from Naruto. Two burned out child genius with incredible eyes abilities. Akashi even threatened to gouge out his eyes at some point and Shisui actually did it. They both were very talented and smart from a young age and more and more responsibilities were pushed unto them until it was too much. Also they are the same age (at the end of KnB and when Shisui dies)

26. FREEBIE QUESTION!!

I'm just going to use this to write another headcanon. And while all the other things I've written are heavily canon-based, this one is a bit more of an extrapolation, but since I'm interpreting him that way I might as well share it too.

Akashi has some dissociation issues with his own body. What brings it up you might ask. This screenshot is what started this whole train of thoughts for me and it escalate from there.

Notice how he still has long bangs in his head? Of course, he only cut them a few days ago, so maybe he's not used to it yet, but his dissociation from his own body may also play a role here.

I think his relationship with his body is very complicated, the way he act, overwork himself and such, it's like he doesn't sees it as himself but as a toll he has at his disposal, a puppet he can move a will.

Remember how unfazed he was about gouging out his eyes if they lost. Like “if my body is no longer useful, why keep it intact? »

And since I'm talking about how he views his body, he would also avoid mirrors as much as he can, but not for the same reason. I think he looks a lot like his mother and if he ever let his hair grow he could pass off as her, and he probably spends an unhealthy amount of time wondering if his father wouldn't be so distant if looking at him didn't immediately reminded him of his late wife.

Nijimura

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

How dedicated and caring he is,

In his Kuro fes interview he even said the things he is most proud of is his ability to take care of other, and his favorite memory from Teiko was "The second year you guys entered, when we won at the Nationals that would be my last. I was mostly on the bench, but I felt like I passed the baton on, and somehow I was happier than the previous year" He is such a sweetheart, i melt everytime i think about it.

What he like to do in his free time is visiting his father at the hospital, please send help my heart can't handle so much adorableness.

And he was such a great senpai for all the GoM. His smile in Extra game when Kiyoshi showed him the picture of them after their victory, he was so happy to see them friends and close again.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

It's hard to pick one, i have multiple songs i associate with him but none stands out as The First One among them.

Maybe because of the duality of his personality and temper. Like he is caring, devoted and hardworking but he also has an explosive temper and go into fights all the time which is one of the things he want to change about himself.

So i'll go with Anger by Sleeping at Last because it illustrate very well his temper and the way he feels about it.

Also it's one of my favorite song and the one i listened to the most in 2023 and 2024

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Obligatory 'i can't imagine myself with a roommates as i am right now but for the sake of answering let's pretend i can'.

Yes, he is an older sibling and he has great self-discipline so he probably handles household chores very well. And I also like his personality. But he better not come home covered in blood after a fight every week because that would get annoying real quick.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

Once again i restricted myself at pictures drawn by Fujimaki-sensei.

Look at him with his rainbow wristband, i bet the GoM gifted it to him

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

It was so long ago that I don't remember it well. But I know I liked him and I vividly remember cheering when he beat Haizaki up for skipping a match and dragged him onto the court to play the second match.

Now he's one of my favorite characters, and he definitely ranks high among my favorites.

#i'm always ready to talk about them so thank you so much for this ask #i tried not to make it too long but it's still pretty long #sorry #akashi seijuro #nijimura shuzo #kuroko's basketball #knb #akashi seijuurou #nijimura shuuzou #kuroko no basuke #ask game #nijiaka #muraaka #kuroko no basket

[ghouljams]

Hey there! I recently reread your Crybaby fic (the horror was so descriptive and cleverly psychological! had me on edge throughout the whole story all over again) and I hope you don't mind if send you this big ask!! But I would really like to know what meaning their relationship has, especially from Threat's perspective. If I remember right I saw you answer an ask (must have been months ago) about Threat tapping when Crybaby blocked off their advances – so Threat does have a sort of ownership sense over Crybaby, but is there more to it? (the ring scene was cute; Threat feels generally very touchy-feely, boundary pushing) Did they scare Crybaby on purpose, for the paranoia and emotional terror? (I'm assuming they stalked Crybaby too, on campus and near the forest) I also love the way Crybaby is not completely oblivious to Threat's weird behaviour and is pretty 'lucid'/suspicious/aware? for someone who get terrorised and tapped the shit out of their mind. I'd love it if you could share some thoughts about that, I'm very curious, this work has been haunting me in the best way possible! I'm obsessed with this OC, (although both are really polished characters!!) was Threat limited to only this main piece of work or could there potentially be more? (the bar one was great too, I'm getting antsy just thinking about the different endings) –Lots of love!!!

Oh my god you're so kind, I am so deeply proud of the Crybaby fic and I'm glad it's still getting love. I feel like I'm at a con panel rn ehehehe :D I'm going to do my best to answer your questions in a way that makes sense, and doesn't devolve into me just rambling <3

What's the meaning of their relationship(especially from Threat's perspective)?

This is actually a little complicated but I'm going to do my best. For Crybaby, Threat is a close friend and potentially a lover. We hear from Threat that they've done this dance(Crybaby running) multiple times and that Crybaby has attempted to be understanding in multiple cases, but Threat either broke the rules or didn't want to follow them and tapped her. In my mind Crybaby and Threat would have grown into lovers if Threat was just a little more careful with their spooky shit(which I think is nicely shown by the ring scene, they're comfortable with each other and intimate, but there's that tense horror beneath the surface). For Threat... I think they love Crybaby. Genuinely I think they love her, they just don't know how to love someone properly. That's why they work so hard to keep her around, to keep her placid and tapped. Threat could eat Crybaby at any point and they would rather keep her around, and stay close to her. I think Threat is in love and doesn't know how to handle it so they keep trying to start over and get it right.

2. Did they scare Crybaby on purpose, for the paranoia and emotional terror?

Nope! Crybaby caught Threat organically, and then Threat started running damage control. Threat plays pretty fast and loose with what they are, and they got a little too comfortable with Crybaby's routine. That said, I do think Threat sort of... enjoyed Crybaby's fear. I think Threat limits their scares to a quick "boo" or just being quiet around the house. The sort of "Oh I didn't see you there" scare that normal people engage in. They didn't show their fae form or do any of the big scares on purpose(Crybaby was not supposed to wake up and see them messing with her tethers...)

3. Was Threat limited just to this piece or will there be more?

I have more planned for Threat! I have had to put them on the back burner because writing for them is a LOT, but I do have more stories planned for them. They were originally conceptualized as Soap's darling, so I want to write a few pieces with the two of them interacting more. I also just really enjoy their interactions with Crybaby so I want to do more of those too. I just haven't had any ideas pan out so they're cooking in the kiln rn, but they'll be back <3

4. I also love Crybaby's vague awareness that shit is happening. I think it adds a lot to her character that she ISN'T clueless, but can't do anything to save herself. And I think it's closer to what most people would do in a horror movie than we'd all like to believe. Sure you can notice the tropes, and feel on edge, but at the end of the day you don't know whether there's actually a killer or if you've just concocted one in your mind because you've watched too many movies.

Lots of love to you too!! I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic, thank you for sharing your thoughts with me and letting me answer your questions!!

#ghoul speaks #x oc #oc: Threat #oc: Crybaby #I love these two #they're so bad for each other and yet they're so good for each other

[arikihalloween]

Welcome Home × Soul Eater AU ramble

I had announced it, I shall now share it !

Behold, WH SE AU

Context :

In the world of Soul Eater, there are people who can transform into weapons (called demonic weapons), a genetic trait coming from some witch experimenting on humans centuries before. To avoid having those "weapons" go out of control, Shinigami, a god of death, created a school called Shibusen, where those weapons could learn how to control their powers. There are also people who come to this school to partner with the weapons and wield them, those are called meisters.

In this AU, our colorful cast of Welcome Home characters are students at this school in their last few years of studies (18-23 years old) and decided to create a race to the top before their graduation. The goal ? Get their weapon partner to the "death scythe" level by getting as much evil souls as they can. Who will win ? Who knows 👀

Let's present our six duos !

Julie Joyful and Frank Frankly (butterfly net)

Barnaby b. Beagle and Wally Darling (big apple hammer)

Howdy Pillar and Poppy Partridge (scythe)

Sally Starlet and Lucero Starlley (guitar axe)

Suave Moonwatcher and Eddie Dear (shield, later on a giant pair of scissor)

Nyxie Moonwatcher and Calypso O Octave (musical saw/violin)

And of course we can't forget out dear silliest, Home as Shinigami !!

Full page :

Lucero and Calypso belong to @kokoiep

Ramble :

Okay so this AU is actually over a year old, I had old designs and dynamics I wasn't 100% happy with because this AU was co created

Idk how the other creator is doing, I haven't talked to them in a loooong while, so I decided to rebrand the AU a little

Now, I'll explain my choices and lore

For one, I believe in keeping the canon personalities. So, when deciding who's a weapon and who is a meister, I tried to go along how the characters would act and what alligns with their silly selves. The characters that ended up as weapons needed to be weapons, otherwise it doesn't fit their personality to come to Shibusen to become a meister (reminder, meister can choose to go to Shibusen, weapons are kinda obligated to)

For the clothing, I just had fun with the "school uniform" concept as given in the Soul Eater and Soul Eater Not manga series.

And for the pairing, I included a lot of ocs, ik, but I wanted the pairs to truly match in energy and personality, and also I love my and Koko's oc and it's my AU I do what I want !

Joking side, here are some more funfact on how they ended up there

Julie followed in her siblings footsteps

Barnaby came to partner with Wally, the two are childhood best friends

Sally and Howdy came for fame and opportunities that come with being a meister

Nyxie and Suave where raised in Shibusen for lore reasons 👀

Julie and Wally are dating !

Frank and Eddie are a bit more on and off, because Eddie is an anxious mess and Frank doesn't like competion

But at the same time, the shipping in this AU is "yes" because : Julie and Wally are a thing, but Julie is very close to Frank, who is on and off with Eddie, and Eddie is quite close to Howdy, and Sally likes to flirt with Eddie and Poppy, but Lucero has a crush on Sally, who might have a lil crush on Julie, but Nyxie has a crush on Lucero, and Barnaby and Wally are reaaallly close

Good luck, may the ships all sail at once like it's the Vendée Globe :D

Other funfacts

Nyxie and Suave are actually weapons too, Nyxie is a frying pan (because what else would she be) and Suave is undetermined. Both are very unstable and thus can't really be weapons full time, hence why they meister others

Everyone has part time jobs !

Nyxie and Suave work at a bar, Eddie works at the post office, Sally works at a theater, Lucero works with Caly at a music shop, Frank works at a library, Julie in a hairdresser salon, Poppy and Howdy work at a little retail shop, Wally and Barnaby work in a clothing store.

They all live in the same appartement complex, all neighbors and they visit eachother all the time ! Each pair live together too, platonically.

I think that's about all I can say

This AU is a lil special to me because I love Soul Eater and the lore and ik there is probably already some other SE Wh aus but I wanted to get this out anyway and see if people enjoy my silly rambling

I posted it on tiktok already and people ate this up lol, I'm kinda hoping they would too here as well ? We'll see.

#welcome home #welcomehome #welcome home au #welcome home art #julie joyful #welcome home oc #julie welcome home #wally darling #wally welcome home #sally starlet welcome home #sally starlet #home welcome home #howdy pillar #howdy welcome home #poppy partridge #poppy welcome home #barnaby b beagle #barnaby welcome home #frank frankly #frank welcome home #eddie dear #eddie welcome home #soul eater au #Soul Eater wh Au #nyxie my beloved #nyxie #thanks Koko for letting me use ur ocs all the time everywhere lol #Ariki is rambling again #long ramble #au lore

[changenbirthenstein]

Passing Grade

(TRANSFORMATION WARNING: Girl into Mermaid)

“What do you mean FAILING?!” I exclaimed, astonished.

If I was honest with myself, science had never really been my best topic. It had always seemed really cool, I’d WANTED to be good at it, but… even though I felt like I understood a lot of the classwork, I just couldn’t seem to do well on a single test, only getting a D at the highest.

Something always seemed odd with my papers, though. I could SWEAR I was getting the answers correct, but they always proved to be wildly off the mark, with no real explanation ever being given as to why it was wrong, or how I could have done better. I did well enough on in-class labs, but for some reason anything I had to turn in got totally panned.

I would have run it passed my classmates, but… well, I was somewhat isolated from most of my peers. I think it was because of my passion for studying aquatic life. There was so much fascinating life, in lakes and oceans, more than we had ever seen. So vastly different from everything that we knew on land, their experiences must be so different we couldn’t even hope to understand them.

But if I started talking about my interests, (and I didn’t have many beyond that…)I started getting excitable, talking too quickly for anyone to understand, I’d start getting flushed and breathless, and… everyone always starts laughing at me. So I stopped trying, stopped making the effort to make friends, immersing myself in my interests.

It was at times like this I regretted accepting my isolation. I couldn’t accept this grade, it would ruin everything. So I went to my teacher. Asked her what the problem was, if there was some way I could make up the grade. A smile so eager and vindictive met me that I was certain that I hadn’t failed for any honest reason, and this woman was entirely certain nobody would care if I told on them.

But what could I do? Just let myself fail? Even if I told my parents, or even the cops, they don’t have the power to change my grade. So, that weekend, I was in a sterile lab, naked and shivering, as all manner of unknown substances were injected into me, as my science teacher muttered incessantly. I could only assume it was her native language or something, whatever it was it definitely wasn’t English.

After it was over, I asked what, exactly, I was supposed to do. “Just let it all work its magic.” was the reply I got. “I’ll know if it worked by the end of the week. I’ll have those grades fixed for you by the time you come in Monday.”

Over the next week, I began to feel ill. Everything felt… wrong. At some point every part of me ached or felt out of sorts, and I began to get a strange, bloated feeling deep inside. That Friday, I began to get cramps, like I was having my period but… worse. Much worse.

I sat in science, biting my lip to stay silent as the pressure mounted and the squeezing, gripping pains mounted. Within minutes the woman who had forced me to help with her experiment had ordered quiet reading time, and called me out into the hall. Without a word, the science teacher gripped my arm, marching me through the school toward the pools.

Swimming season hadn’t begun, but there was always the chance some random people could walk through, as the pools were often used as shortcuts. Tugging me into the locker rooms, the wild-eyed scientist told me to strip, pulling out a two-piece bikini and helping me change into it.

It wouldn’t be the last time I felt exposed, humiliated, alarmed, or even the last time I would undergo an unexpected change before the day was over.

The cramps were getting so bad that I could barely stand when they came, and I could feel something pressing down impossibly hard. “It’s ok, all according to plan…” the manipulative scientist murmured soothingly, or at least in a manner she thought was soothing. Helping me stagger along as I panted, sweat running down my face, we neared the edge of the water.

Just before I reached the strangely inviting liquid, I let out a pained cry, another crushing pain overwhelming me. I felt something inside me give way, and suddenly a thick green goo began to run from between my legs, soaking my bikini and dripping down my thighs as I let out an agonized moan.

“What’s happening to me? I f-feel something…. Inside…” I begged, desperate to know what was going on, confused and scared as a bitter, salty scent began to permeate the air, the gooey substance oozing from my gender the source. “It’s… well, I didn’t want to upset you, but…” the woman who did this to me paused, taking a breath and gathering her thoughts as she started to help me into the pool.

“It’s… eggs. If I did this properly, if everything is working… You should have been gestating fish eggs. Or, well… a fish-like creature. It’s really quite fascinating, and knowing you I knew you would be thrilled to help, I just had to-“ “Ohhh there’s so much pressure!” I cried, as another contraction held me tight.

My cheeks burned with humiliation, tears welling in my eyes as I felt the need to bear down mounting. That explanation… all of this… I was pregnant. Even if my belly wasn’t very big, there was life inside me. I was here, in a bikini, about to give birth, with only this terrible woman to help. And worse, I was laying fish eggs. This was so much worse than I ever could have imagined, so much more shameful. I felt like I’d been sexually assaulted, my ability to create life being twisted to do something so abnormal, to give the gift of life to a bunch of animal babies.

I hung from the edge of the pool, resting in the shallow end, the water helping me feel lighter, making the contractions easier to deal with, even if they weren’t any less painful. “Just do what comes natural… you’re a girl, you were made to do this. And it’s not even like they’re proper babies… just eggs.” I opened my mouth to offer a scathing, bitter reply, only to let out a terrified cry as the first of my unwanted, inhuman children began to be born.

“It’s ok, just let them come… there’s nothing you can do to stop it now…” the deranged science teacher soothingly murmured, rubbing my back as my belly spasmed, the pressure within me spiking and the sensation of something pressing down on my cervix intensified. “I don’t want to do this, it huuurts!” I sobbed, the intensity of the sensations making this all the worse.

My teacher ignored that, instead telling me the one thing I wanted to hear least in the world. “Push. Push your babies out, come on, you can do it mommy…” Uttering another defeated groan, I held tight to the sides of the pool and bore down reflexively, opening my legs wide and feeling the first slimy egg slipping down my birth canal.

As it moved, a strange energy began to course through me. I’d felt it before, but nowhere close to this degree. “Something’s wrong! It… Nnngh… It’s my l-legs they’re… ahn!” “Shhh, don’t focus on that…” the treacherous woman cooed, continuing to run fingers along my spine. “The eggs. They need to be laid, for you AND for me. Everything else is secondary to that…”

I wanted more than anything to defy my teacher’s wishes, but the contractions wouldn’t stop, and my instincts left no room for argument. I felt my swollen feminine lips starting to bulge, the soft, goo-coated egg resting just behind my opening. My toes were curling, my legs were cramping, my knees and thighs burned and throbbed fiercely.

It was getting harder to hold my legs open, like somehow I couldn’t quite bend them as far as I used to be able to. My skin was burning and itching, and I could swear it looked like an odd rash was starting to appear beneath the water, spreading slowly over my flesh.

Then, once more, it was time to focus on laying the fish eggs that my professor had tricked me into gestating. I whimpered, feeling the lips of my girlhood bulging further, before slowly, painfully opening around the sticky, slimy membrane that made up my unwanted child’s shell.

My sensitive gender was sliding along my swim bottom, the sensation tingling up into my life-filled womb. It was a small pleasure in a world that felt tainted in every other way.

I could feel the fabric straining against my emerging offspring, pushing it back in as I stopped to rest. I had been so overwhelmed by my waters breaking, the sensations of labor and birth, I had completely forgotten to remove my bottoms. My cheeks burned as I realized I was going to lay this awful egg right into my clothing. But even as that sensation assaulted me, I was once more aware of the terrible wrongness coursing through my form, especially from the waist down.

My legs kept drifting closer together, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t force them apart. My feet were throbbing, cramping, my toes feeling like they weren’t just curling but… almost folding into my feet.

It was time to push, as the squeezing pain in my womb told me. I threw my head back, giving my all to getting this fish egg OUT of me. It was only the first of many, I could already feel the next one trying to squeeze through my cervix, but the one crowning was my main focus.

It slid forward as I struggled, my bottoms pressing further away from my body, the egg just firm enough to tug at the non-elastic fabric. And then… It was out. More greenish goo spurted from my sex and floated into the water, and my teacher hurriedly tugged at the string holding my bikini bottom in place, letting the egg float free as my clothes fell away, leaving me embarrassingly exposed.

“Hey, I wanted those, I don’t want anyone to see me…” I began, before realizing I was being ignored. The woman who tricked me into this was staring into the water, eyes latched on the small, luminescent ovum floating through the pool. Tears swam in her eyes. “I’ve done it… I’ve really done it… A real mermaid egg… I brought them back…”

“Wait…” I replied, stunned. “A mermaid? Like from the fairytales and stuff? That’s UNGH! Oh god the n-next one… nnnmmmph…” I went back to pushing, everything from my belly down pulsing with intense pain. Whatever was happening to my legs was getting worse, the weird rash looked like it was slowly spreading, and even my teenage slit was throbbing, feeling off. I tried to spread my toes as I pushed this time, hoping it would reduce the tight ache in my feet, but found I couldn’t. Indeed, they just seemed to curl tighter, become harder to move.

“Yes… a mermaid, just like the ones you’re thinking of. You’re not just carrying fish eggs dear, I’m using your body to form the eggs of human and fish DNA combined in a blend of science and something a touch less concrete. Just a dash of magic. I know, it’s hard to believe, but what else could have provided such perfect, flawless results?!”

This didn’t feel perfect and flawless. In fact, the more I thought about it… I looked down again, gasping in air after my latest birthing pain. That rash… the fact my legs were drifting closer together… And, now that I was looking down… my vagina. I could see it more easily that I should have been able to. Like it was shifting, moving up. I reached a hand down to my thigh, and gasped in horror.

I could feel them, under my flesh. The reason for the bizarre pattern appearing. Scales, resting just under my skin. And as once more I began to push, I could feel them pressing forward, starting to cut through their way out, little barely noticeable trails of crimson drifting from the wounds that formed as the textured coating at last started to make itself visible.

“No… nono, I’m a human girl, I don’t want this… please, do something, I don’t want to be a mermaid!” Panic built in my chest. I had to push again, but as I gave in to my feminine instincts I could feel the sensations within my legs intensifying. Pushing the mer-folk eggs from my body was causing the transformation to progress, but… there was no resisting, no denying my labor.

At this rate, I would be fully transformed in a matter of minutes.

“Help, please, I’m changing it huuurts…” I pleaded, feeling the next egg bulging as my vagina continued dragging along my body, gradually slipping forward and up. “You… oh my… you are, aren’t you?” my teacher asked excitedly, gently touching my trembling thighs as I struggled to pull them apart. “The magic part of the injections must be tampering with your DNA, making you a better host for them… Oh this is positively WONDERFUL!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “N-no! It’s not wonderful, it’s horrible and I don’t want it and OHHH IT HUUURTS!!!” Another labor cramp, another instinctual push, and even as I tried to open my legs wide, they continued inching closer together, until at last they touched.

Immediately, the muscles began to spasm and burn, unbearable cramps racing through my legs as intense heat flared where the skin was touching. The malicious woman let out an excited gasp as she saw what was happening as I trembled at the terrible sensation. “I can hardly believe it… you’re going to become… oh my word… This is fantastic!”

As the manipulative educator excitedly noted my changes in a notebook withdrawn from a pocket, tears welled up in my eyes, escaping as I endured the awful sensations of my forced birth mingling with my changes. My thighs pressed harder against one another, fusing painfully as my toes curled impossibly hard, my feet flaring up as they started to shrink away.

Meanwhile, my feminine lips throbbed as the next egg came to a full crown. I could feel my girlhood sliding along my body, twitching and pulsing as it changed form. I looked down as my clit started to ache fiercely. My gender was losing definition as it moved, my labia thinning, and my sensitive nub flaring up as it shrank away. I threw my head back, screaming as my molten bead flared, my nerves letting out potent distress signals before dissolving into nothing, my poor pleasure button vanishing entirely.

I looked down once more to see that my formerly human gender had become a nearly invisible slit on the front of my groin, only visible because it was bulging forward slightly, another egg ready to begin crowning. As I struggled to process such an intimate part of me having disappeared, my vagina having become a fish-like cloaca, the rest of my body continued to eagerly take on its new form without slowing.

I once more had to push, more scales pressing from my skin as my teacher “oooh”-d and “ahhh”-d my condition. I could feel my bones straining, buckling, snapping and then dissolving away as my feet continued to shrink and fold upon themselves, my lower legs fusing as well. My feminine opening had become so much smaller, and pushing out the mer-folk eggs was much more difficult that it had been moments ago. I had to arch my back, holding the sides of the pool tight in order to open myself wider, now unable to spread my legs to help my labor along.

Little green plates were covering most of what used to be my legs, now looking more like an almost shapeless mass below my waist. Around my aching slit were softer, lighter colored scales, almost like it was my underbelly or something. With a final terrible stab of pain the remains of my feet finished withdrawing into my tail, and the last few gaps filled out with searing heat.

I could feel it now. I was so close to being done. The knowledge terrified me. Somehow, I knew once the changes finished… that was it. There was no going back. I would be a mermaid for the rest of my life, never to walk or run or open myself for a cute boy or… I sobbed, wanting the pain to end, but knowing once it did my fate would be sealed.

Another potent contraction forced me to throw my head back, crying out as I pushed, another strange egg popping from my new gender ax two terrible points of pressure blossomed into existence. Deep down, I knew what it was. Scales covered my tail, my vagina had been changed into a cloacha, there was only one more detail I could think of that I was missing.

I bore down, shamefully giving in to my instincts, rewarded with another squishy object starting to crown, and the feeling of my tailfin starting to push out. I looked down, seeing the thin substance unfurling like some sort of sped-up footage of a flower. The nerves flared to life inside my fin as it spread open, swishing gracefully through the water as I reflexively began to hold myself in place with graceful swishing of my new inhuman limb.

It was over. I could feel it. I had a tail now, something so many little girls had longed for, that I had longed for, wanting to swim with the fish I had always been so passionate about. I would spend the rest of my life like this, a freak of nature, only able to exist in the water. I was thankful that I at least could still breathe, and that the chlorine in the pool wasn’t toxic to me like it was to a lot of other fish.

I was still dripping with sweat, now a bit thicker and stickier than it used to be, coating my skin slightly as another gripping cramp raced through me. I may have finished becoming a mermaid, but there were still eggs in my tainted womb that needed pushing out.

Then, the bell rang. Panic flared through the terrible woman’s eyes, and she quickly began scooping up eggs and my disgusting amniotic fluid, snapping some pictures on her phone and inching toward the door. “Wh… ngh… where are you going?! You can’t l-leave me here like thIIISSS OHHH!” I once more had to give into the need to give birth, but could still hear the manipulative fiend utter a hurried “yes, well… you know… you are a MARVEL of science, but… I didn’t realize the time, and I didn’t expect you to change like this… I simply couldn’t bring you with me, too much noise, too clumsy… Don’t worry, people use this place as a shortcut all the time. Someone will find you, I’m sure. I… uhm… I just have to… go…”

With that, I heard running steps, and the door closing. I bellowed in effort and defeat, as I heard more footsteps from the other side.

They came in as another egg crowned. Everyone recognized me, and then they saw my new horrible tail, saw the child I was trying to deliver, the green liquid seeping from my laboring slit. I was  babbling in a shamed panic, begging  someone to get help, to get these eggs out, to somehow bring my legs back. Then, only to please, please look away as I arched my tail, sobbing that they not watch as, slowly, painfully, my inhuman gender parted with another soft fish egg.

I felt the need to keep going, the contractions overlapping as the last internal changes cemented themselves within me. I spasmed as the ovum popped out of my feminine opening, only to feel another already opening me. And another. And another. End to end, a stream of newborn mer-people streaming from my corrupted, genetically altered womb as all of my former classmates watched. Some frozen in shock, others laughing and jeering, some seemingly jealous, and a few squirming, clearly excited at what was unfolding before them.

Before any teachers showed up, hundreds of students were gathered around, watching their formerly human classmate laying egg after egg and begging for help.

My life as a human was over. I was a freak, my dreams ruined, with no idea how I was even going to live from here on, let alone how I could be happy.

#transformation #tf #egg laying #girl ti mermaid

[jordie-gvf]

bikini bottom, danny wagner

summary : you live on the coastline of south carolina. danny comes to visit you for a week.

word count : 4.1k+

warnings : fluff, a lot of allusions to sex, language, nicknames

there might be a hidden marinara sauce recipe of mine in here as well 😏

enjoy ❤️

Danny had lived about 9 hours away from where you lived. He lived in Nashville while you lived on Edisto Beach, South Carolina.Whenever you had seen him, it was in Nashville. 

Danny had made plans to come visit you at your house while he was on a break from tour. He had called you and asked if he could come visit you for a week. You missed your boyfriend, obviously you said yes.

Danny was going to be arriving at Colleton Airport at around 6:30 tonight. You changed the sheets on the bed, cleaned the bathroom, mopped, dusted, vacuumed, even cleaned out the fridge. You made room in your closet and drawers for him. You left spots on the bathroom shelves for him. You made your house homey.

You had taken a nap and woke up around 5PM. You said bye to Zoey, your Cane Corso and made your way to the airport. When you got to the airport, he had already landed and was waiting for you to arrive. 

You pulled up and went inside to get him. You saw him sitting down and you went over to him and said, “Hi Danny,” and sat on his lap. 

“Hi bumblebee, missed you” he said and hugged you as best he could. 

“Sorry I'm late, I took a nap and I got caught in traffic.” you said to him. 

“That's alright, just glad I get to see my best girl, want me to get you a coffee for the road?” he asked you. You said, “I can get my own coffee, D. I'll get you one, I was late.” You walked over to the Dunkin inside the airport and ordered. You grabbed your card and went to pay, but his card was already in the card terminal. You hit him on the chest and handed him a 20. He refused and told you to keep the money.

You got your coffee and went back to your car. He was surprised at the fact that you drove an SUV. “I wouldn't of taken you for a Bronco girl, but I dig it.” he said, as he put his bags into your trunk. You got in the driver's seat and he sat back and relaxed. Mac DeMarco’s “Ode to Viceroy'' was playing on your stereo. South Carolinian sunsets were the best, so you rolled down all the windows and opened the sunroof. 

He took a video of the sunset as you drove and panned the camera over towards you. You smiled into the camera and scrunched your nose. You were stopped at a red light as you looked over to him and asked, “Are you hungry, McConkeys is still open.” 

He nodded but asked if he could drop everything off first. You said yes and told him to get ready. He asked, “What do I need to get ready for?” 

“Zoey.” you said. 

“Who’s Zoey?” he questioned

“My Cane Corso. She's a little lover. She won't leave you alone.” you told him.

He laughed and said he wouldn't mind. You drove to your home and told him, “There's a golf course in my complex, you can rent clubs.” 

He looked over at you in awe, grabbing your hand and kissing it. You pulled up to your condo and turned the car off. You opened the trunk and helped him grab his stuff.

“I'm going to change into a bathing suit with some shorts. I wanna show you the beach. I have towels in my car.” you informed him. You two walked up the stairs and heard Zoey barking. You opened the door and told him, “This is Zoey. She can either be your best friend, or your worst enemy.” He laughed and pet her head. He went into the guest bedroom and said, “I'm assuming this is where I'm staying?” 

You chuckled and grabbed his shirt, “Nuh uh, you're staying with me.” He giggled and followed you to your room.

You took his suitcase and put it on the bed for him. You went into your closet and grabbed your bathing suit. You closed the closet door and let him get changed in the bedroom. You changed and put your shorts on. You asked if he was done, and he said yes. You walked out of the closet and he looked at you with stars in his eyes. 

“You look great,” he said. “It's just a bathing suit and shorts, I've looked better.” you told him and laughed. 

“Not to me,” he said and kissed you. You were in a SKIMS cut out monokini and jean shorts. He had on yellow trunks and you grabbed his hand and went to McConkeys.

“So, what’s McConkeys?” he asked you.

“It's called McConkey's Jungle Shack. It's a tropical themed restaurant, it's very tiny, so we might have to sit outside. They have seafood, burgers, hotdogs, I'm sure you'll find something to eat.” you told him

You drove there and the parking lot was mostly empty. You two grabbed an outdoor table and were served.

“Can I get a Yuengling with shrimp and chips, please?” Danny said to your waitress, who was eyeing him way too much for your liking. She looked over at you and you said, “I'll take a sweet tea with chicken tenders, teriyaki, with ranch, thank you.” and grabbed Danny's hand. 

She looked at your hands together, sighed, and walked away. You got your food shortly and you two ate together, enjoying the sunset. 

The check was brought to you and you quickly grabbed it out of his reach. You put a 50 down and told her to keep the change.

The beach was walking distance away from the shack, so you grabbed his hand and led him to the sand. You could hear the waves crashing against the shore.

You took your shoes off and held them in your hand. You let go of his hand and ran towards the edge of the water. He followed you to the edge and wrapped his arms around your neck from behind, embracing you.

“I know I just got here, but I don't want to leave.” he whispered to you.

You checked your phone and it was 8:30PM, the beach was closing in 30 minutes. “We should get back to the car, it closes in 30 minutes.” you told him.

He sighed and let go of you. You two turned around and made your way back to the car. 

When you two arrived back at your home, you couldn't even make it to the door before his hands were roaming your body. You tried unlocking the door as best you could with his eager hands all over you. 

You shut and locked the front door before being carried away to your bedroom.

“God, I missed you.” he said as you got off of him. You two laid together, in silence. You asked him what he wanted to do within the week he was gonna be there. He said tomorrow, he would go play golf. 

You woke up the next morning and turned to his side, no Danny. You got up and put clothes on and went out to the living room. You saw a piece of paper sitting on the counter when you went to the kitchen.

Went to go play golf, don't miss me too much. - D

You smiled and grabbed your phone, asking him if he wanted lunch when he came home. You went to the grocery store and got some sandwich stuff to make for lunch. You came home and heard the shower running. You set everything out to make him a sandwich. 

When he came out to the living room you asked him what he wanted on his sandwich. “I got turkey, ham, chicken, salami, american cheese, and cheddar. I also got a tomato, lettuce and some olives.” you asked him.’

“Ew, you like olives?” he asked you.

“I fucking love olives, green, black, spanish, I am an avid olive lover.” you told him.

“Olives are gross, but I'll let you enjoy your olives.” he informed you.

You laughed and he told you, “I can make my own sandwich, love.” You shook your head and said, “No, you're my guest, I'm making it for you. Tell me what you want on it.” 

He got up from the kitchen table and came up behind you. He turned you around to face him and wrapped his arms around your waist. “As of right now, all I want is you.” he said and lifted you up onto the counter. He placed one of his hands on the side of your neck and placed his other on your thigh. He kissed your neck until the butterknife on the counter slid onto the floor.

He pulled away and laughed. “I don't want to stop,” he said and put his mouth back on your collarbone. You reluctantly pushed him away, “What do you want on your sandwich, D?” 

“Can you put turkey with cheese, mayo, and some tomato on it for me?” He asked you. You nodded and told him to sit down. You got him a six pack of Yuengling and poured one out for him. You made his sandwich and served it to him with some cheetos. 

He said thank you as you sat down next to him. “What do you want for dinner? I can go back out to the store if you want to rest.” You asked him. Zoey came over to you and you picked her up as he spoke. “You're Italian, make marinara.” he said. “I do have my Mom’s recipe. What kind of macaroni do you like? I have stuff to make meatballs too.” you told him. He perked up and said, “I like Rigatoni. Can I help you?”

You nodded, grabbed your extra large saucepot and told him to finish eating. You grabbed all of your tomato products along with an onion, garlic, fresh thyme, fresh rosemary, fresh parsley, fresh sage, a few bay leaves and most importantly, fresh basil. You got the ground beef and pork out of the fridge to make meatballs. You got the bread crumbs, sugar, half and half, italian seasoning, and an egg. 

You told him how to make the meatballs and left him to do so. You added a little oil to the pot and added your whole, peeled onion and your entire head of garlic, smashed. Once those had some nice color, you added in your San Marzano whole tomatoes and squished them, along with a can of tomato puree and a can of tomato paste. You added the fresh herbs and the sugar into your sauce. 

You helped Danny cook the meatballs and once they were done, you added them to the pot. You cleaned the dishes you dirtied and sat on the couch with Danny and Zoey. “What do you want to do?” you asked him. “I have puzzles, board games?” you told him.

“I can think of a few things.” he said and pulled you on top of him.

When you woke up, you heard the shower running. You got out of your comfy bed and put a shirt and shorts on. You went to stir the sauce, not wanting it to stick. You checked the time and started boiling water. 

You added the macaroni and waited on the couch for Danny. He came out with his hair wet and asked if you could help him with something. You nodded, got up and followed him to the bathroom. He asked if you could put his hair product in for him.

You helped him do his hair and he grabbed onto your waist and rested his head on your chest. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he pulled away to pick you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he carried you out to the kitchen. 

You two shared kisses as the macaroni was cooking. “I don't ever want to leave.” he said as he pulled away from you. “Then don't, you can stay here with me.” you told him and smiled. “I wish it was that easy, love.” he said as you pulled him back into your arms. You heard Zoey barking outside the window, at another dog who walked by. “Zoey Elizabeth, stop. That dog is not doing anything to you.” you told her. She stopped and walked over to you and jumped up onto Danny's leg. “Do you want me to take her out?” he asked you. You said, “If you want to. Her leash is over there.” You pointed to her leash and he walked over to the front door. “Come on, Zoey girl.” he said to her as she walked down the hallway to go outside.

You smiled at the sweet gesture and heard the timer go off for the macaroni. You strained the water and put the macaroni back into the pot. You brought it over to the stove and added some sauce and meatballs to it. You grabbed the romano and ricotta cheese and brought it over to your table. He came back in and hung the leash up. “Can I give her a treat?” he asked you. You nodded and got him a treat. 

He gave it to Zoey and she walked away with it. You told him to sit at the table as you got him a drink. “Are you gonna let me do anything?” He asked you. You shook your head no and said, “Nope, you're my guest.” He sighed and let you serve him. You put his drink on the table in front of him and he rubbed your lower back and rubbed your ass. “Hello Waitress.” he said to you. You laughed and sat down in front of him. 

You two finished up dinner and you grabbed ingredients to make a cake. You had asked Josie what his favorite cake was and she said, “Funfetti, white icing.”

You told him to go sit on the couch and to never come into the kitchen. You made his cake and frosted it for him. You told him to close his eyes as you walked him into the kitchen so he could see what you made for him. 

“Open!” 

“Baby, is that a cake? Do you ever get tired of being in this kitchen?”

“No, come on, slice it.”

“Should I make a wish?” 

“Cut the fucking thing already, Danny.” 

He cut into the cake and you grabbed two plates for you two. You sat down at the kitchen table together, savoring the time you two had. 

Once you both finished, you cleaned up your mess and told him to sit on the couch. He picked Zoey up on the couch with him. You looked at him from the kitchen and asked, “Do you want to play a game or anything? I have Monopoly, Clue, Cards Against Humanity, you can look in the tv cabinet, they're all under there.”

He stood up and went over to the cabinet. He grabbed a puzzle and said, “How about a puzzle?” You nodded and got yourself some water. He opened the box and laid out all the pieces on the table. 

About 50 pieces in, he swiped the puzzle off the table and said, “Screw the puzzle,” and picked you up. 

You woke up at around 8AM and saw Danny asleep next to you. He had his back turned to you, so you moved his hair off his bare back and gave him a light kiss. He stirred awake and turned to you. He pulled you closer to him by your waist and said, “Did I hurt you last night?” You shook your head no and kissed him. He pulled you on top of him and played with the hem of your shorts.

“We should probably get ready,” he said in your ear. You chose a black hoodie and black leggings.  

You and Danny were driving up to Charleston to go to the Aquarium. They opened up at 9 AM, but it would probably take about an hour to drive there. You two got dressed and headed for Charleston. 

You stopped at a local breakfast restaurant and ate there. Before you left, Danny offered to drive. You let him drive the rest of the way and sat in the passenger seat, quiet. He asked if you were alright and you said, “Fine, I'm just tired.” He put his hand on your thigh and listened to the music you were playing. 

When you got there, you found a place to park and got out of the car. You pulled the tickets up on your phone and showed admissions. They let you in and Danny said, “I'll be paying you back for those tickets.” 

You laughed and said, “The fuck you are,” and continued walking in front of him. Sadly, they had the river otter enclosure closed due to renovations, so you couldn't see them. The two of you walked around the aquarium together, saddened that he had to leave the next day. 

Around 1, you heard Danny’s stomach rumbling next to you. “Hungry?” you asked him. He nodded and you led the both of you to the cafe that was in the aquarium. 

You had gone to the bathroom while Danny ordered your food. When you came back out, you saw a few girls looking at him. When you walked back out, they paid no attention to the fact that you were there with him. 

When you had finished eating, the same group of girls looked you up and down and scoffed. As you were leaving the cafe, you reached your hand around and grabbed Danny’s ass. “What was that for?!” he exclaimed. “Group of girls were staring at you, and had to show them you were taken,” you explained to him. “I love it when you're jealous.” he said and grabbed your chin as you walked out. 

When you and Danny got home, you played Monopoly and took a nap. When you woke up, Danny was still asleep beside you. You decided not to wake him up and went to make dinner.

You left him a note and went to the store down the street. You grabbed everything to make your beef and broccoli. You got home and started cooking everything. You left the bedroom door open and let Zoey up on the bed to lay with Danny. You could tell Zoey liked him, she cuddled next to him as he slept. 

You sat down next to him on the bed and moved his bangs out of his face. “Danny? Honey, it's dinner time.” you quietly to him.

He stirred awake and put his hand on your arm. “Why didn't you wake me, I would’ve helped you.”

You shook your head and said, “You need sleep, Danny” He rubbed your arm and sat up. “I have something I need to take care of, in the bathroom. That low cut shirt is doing something to me.” he said. You laughed, got up, and tended to dinner. You could hear him moaning in the bathroom. You also saw Zoey, head lifted up, ears perked up at the sound of him. 

Once dinner was done, you made him a plate and called for him. “Danny! Once you're done thinking about me in the bathroom, dinner’s ready!” You heard him yell out a thank you as you sat down with the drinks in your hands. He walked out of your room, fully dressed. He sat down and thanked you for dinner.

Usually, Zoey ate the same time you did. You made her dinner and fed it to her out of her slow feeder. She drank water and went to sit on the couch. 

You finished up dinner and he offered to clean the dinner dishes. “You have done more than enough while I've been here, sit.” he said, firmly. “Okay, I'll go take a shower.” you said to him. “No! Not without me. Sit on the couch.” 

You did exactly what he said and sat on the couch, waiting for him. “We never finished our puzzle last night, Mister.” you said to him. 

He finished the dishes and walked over to where you were. He stuck his hand out and said, “Come on, now we can shower.” 

You grabbed his hand and he pulled you off the couch. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You laughed as he ran to the bathroom. 

He put you on the bathroom counter and took your shirt off for you. “I like that bra. Send me pictures of you wearing it next time.” he said to you. He unclipped your bra and pulled you off the counter to pull your leggings down. He got onto his knees and kissed down your body. Once he got to the waistband, he put his hands on your hips and looked up at you as he kissed your stomach. Luckily, you had your phone right next to you on the counter. You pulled up the camera and quickly snapped a picture of him, brown eyes looking at you from below, hands on your hips. You grabbed one of his hands and pulled him up so he could stand on his feet. You ripped his shirt off and viciously made out with him. He leaned forward and put his hand on the mirror behind you as you two made out. 

You put your legs around his waist as he lifted you up off the counter and bent down to turn the shower on. He stepped into the shower, you still around him. You kissed his neck as he said, “We both need to shower, come on. I know you don't want to but we have to.” You reluctantly got off of him and continued with your shower. 

Danny had gotten out first as you continued with your shower. You got out and got dressed. You heard Danny in the living room on his phone. 

“How do I tell her that I'm going on a six month world tour and won't be able to see her for that long? Sam, she's gonna be heartbroken. We see each other at least once every month.” Danny said. You had been introduced to his bandmates a long time ago, so you knew who he was talking to.

“I'm not going to be an asshole and not tell her, Sam! That would kill me and her! I need to tell her, I just don't know how. Should I do it at the airport tomorrow when she drops me off? Should I do it tonight before bed?” he asked Sam.

“I'll do it tonight. Do you think she'll be mad at me? I hope she doesn't get mad at me. I just love her so much. I don't want to hurt her.” he said. You came out of your room and said, “Danny, it would've never hurt me. You have a job. A reputation. It wouldn't of made me mad in the slightest.” 

He whipped his head towards you and said, “How much did you hear?” 

“All of it.” you told him.

“I didn't want to keep it from you, you're a part of my life too. Jita and Dana want to make a Greta girlfriends group chat, and they want you in it, I sent Jita your number. They said they will share tour dates. We are going to Greenville next month, I know you're from there. We can get you a pass, so you can come to the show.” he said to you. 

You sat right next to him on the couch and said, “I'd want nothing more than that.” He grabbed your face and kissed you. “Let's go to bed, yeah?” he asked you. You nodded and got up and walked towards your room. “Your ass looks great in those pants, babe.” he said, behind you. 

He laid down in the bed and you crawled on top of him, your favorite place to sleep. “What time is your flight tomorrow?” you asked him. “9.” he said. You started crying and he kissed your forehead. “Don't cry, bumblebee. I'm gonna come back soon. I promise. We can facetime every night.” he said and rubbed your back. You looked at him and he pulled you up closer to his face. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. 

When you woke up, you saw Danny packing all of his stuff up. “Hi,” you said to him, very unenthusiastic. He turned around and walked over to your side of the bed. “I know, I don't want to leave either,” he said and hugged you. 

He pulled away and continued packing. You left the house around 6:30, so he wouldn't be late. You two ate breakfast at the same dunkin you went to when he first got there. You finished your breakfast sandwiches and sat with him near the terminal. 

He turned to you and whispered in your ear, “Quickie in the bathroom?”

#danny wagner x reader #danny wagner fic #danny gvf #danny wagner fanfiction #gvf fic #danny wagner angst #greta van fluff #greta van fleet fic #greta van fic

[abcwordsurge]

What are your favorite Houston relationship hcs? With anyone u want! bcs im bored :P

this took so long to answer I'm sorryyyy :( I kinda forgot about it because of object impermanence and all that- but it's fine, I'm answering it now

so! your idea of Houston / Miami / New Orleans made me go a little insane, so that's who I'll talk about. (also, just to avoid confusion, when I say "Nora" I'm talking about New Orleans- that's the nickname I've been using, unless anyone else has any better ideas /gen)

first, gender / sexuality headcanons. ofc female Houston, lesbian imo; bi female Nora; and she/they pan Miami owns my entire heart

love languages! Houston's love language is probably quality time, she just loves when her gfs pay attention to her. Nora's is words- she showers the other two with compliments, day and night, and when one of them compliments her, she lights up like the sun istg. and Miami's is touch. they're very touchy (*cough cough*)

and here are my general ship headcanons, in list form for your convenience:

Miami and Nora got together first, in a sort of friends-to-best-friends-to-spending-their-lives-together way

they each flirted with Houston, first just for fun, but then both developed feelings and talked to each other like "haha but wait hang on hilarious idea what if it wasn't really a joke"

when they talked to Houston about it, she needed a day or two to get used to the idea (she was raised by TEXAS after all), but then she was like "wait I'm being asked out by two gorgeous people why would I pass up this opportunity"

Nora is very little spoon energy, I dunno why

Miami and Nora LOVE when Houston's Southern accent slips out

y'know Miami's iconic sunglasses? they were a gift from Nora to help with Miami's light sensitivity

Nora is the best cuddler (Miami LIVES for her cuddles)

Houston proposes~ (it's very fluffy and soft and Nora can't even contain her excitement and Miami is way too eager to leap into Houston's arms- or Nora's, depending on who's available)

ok that's all I've got for now :D thanks for the ask!

#ask box #wttt houston #wttt miami #wttt new orleans #wttt #welcome to the table

[i-just-like-goats]

Hello. It is I, the anon who dreamed of Jouno twice. Could I request a female reader who’s like around 12, and she’s Tetchou’s younger sister, and she’s scared of Jouno? Because TETCHOU tells her abt Jouno’s interrogations and sadism and one day she meets Jouno for the first time and is low key scared of him and runs away and hides from him every time lol. And he goes ??? (lol and you can add TETCHOU or Taxhihara comforting the reader) anywayzzzzz have fun! :D

Hellooo Jouno's next victim anon. I had a lot of fun writing this loll. Hope you enjoy and thanks for the request!

Hunting Dogs x Female Reader Strictly Platonic

Summary: in the ask

Warnings: none that I can think of

WC: 0.7k

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You would like to think of yourself as a brave person. After all, with Tetchou as your brother, you knew he would be there to protect you and he may or may not have taught you how to keep yourself safe. But, you will admit that you are absolutely terrified of his colleagues. Tachihara being the exception.

But no one scared you as much as Saigiku Jouno. 

You had never met the man, but Tachihara and Tetchou’s descriptions of him painted him to be a sadist that the world was lucky to have on the side of the Hunting Dogs. Had Jouno been part of a criminal organisation, everyone was sure that he would make everyone’s lives harder.

So with that impression of him, your reaction to him coming to your house with Tetchou was understandable. You screamed and slammed the door in their faces, narrowly missing Jouno’s fingers.

“That was very loud,” Jouno remarked.

Tetchou sighed and opened the door with his key. If he had known you’d react this way, he would have given you a heads up rather than surprising you like this.

When Jouno stepped inside, you dropped the frying pan you were shakily pointing at the door and ran up to your room. Tetchou’s mouth widened. You really were scared of Jouno. Was it because of how he described Jouno? He didn’t think Jouno sounded that bad.

“How old is your sister?”

“Twelve,”

“Well I can come back another time to get my uniform,”

“No, it’s fine. It’s my fault for accidentally taking your uniform instead of my own. I’ll go fetch it,”

The doorbell rang.

“Would you mind getting that for me?”

Tetchou ran up to his room to grab Jouno’s uniform, while Jouno unlocked the door.

“Jouno?”

“Good evening Tachihara,”

“Have you finally killed Tetchou?”

“Unfortunately no. What gave you that impression?”

“Tetchou didn’t answer the door and neither did his sister, you did and well, you two aren’t exactly best friends,”

“I see. So, you come here often?”

“I’m quite good friends with Y/N, so I do try visit as often as I can,”

Tachihara stepped inside as Jouno shut the door.

“Is Tetchou’s sister always like this when she first meets people?”

“Always like what?”

“She appears to be running from me in fear. I haven’t seen her reacting to any of the other Hunting Dogs so I assume that she is merely scared of the Hunting Dogs,”

“Or just you,” Tetchou teased.

He entered the hallway with Jouno’s uniform draped over his arm. Jouno’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well when I first met Y/N, she was shy at first, but she wasn’t scared,” Tachihara replied.

“She’s also met Teruko and those two got on very well,” Tetchou added.

Jouno frowned. Was he doing something wrong? Perhaps his facial expression was stern? Why were people so hard to understand? Jouno sighed heavily.

“This is a mystery I don’t care to solve, so I’ll be leaving now,”

“What mystery? We all know she’s scared of you,” Tetchou said.

“The mystery is why,”

With that, Jouno waved and exited the home to go return to his own. Once the door shut, Tetchou and Tachihara exchanged glances.

“She’s really scared of Jouno?”

“Yeah. I think it’s best that you talk to her. You rarely said a bad thing about Jouno. If I try I’ll look like a liar,”

“Sure,”

Tachihara walked up to your bedroom door and knocked.

“Hey Y/N? Can you let me in?”

Tachihara heard sounds of shuffling behind the door until it swung open to reveal you with a pale face.

“Is he gone?”

“Jouno’s gone, you don’t need to be afraid,”

You sat down on the edge of your bed with Tachihara joining you. He patted your back.

“Even If Jouno was still here, you wouldn’t need to be afraid, because-”

“Because you and Tetchou will keep me safe. I know,”

“Well yes, but also, Jouno isn’t a bad guy. Sure he seems scary and does scary things to people, but he only does that to bad people. And you’re a good person aren’t you?”

“Yeah,”

With a small smile, you let your head rest on Tachihara’s shoulder.

“Besides, if Jouno were to deem you a bad person, I’m always by your side; and so are your brother and Teruko. Against the rest of us, Jouno doesn’t stand a chance,”

“You promise?”

“I promise,”

#bsd fluff #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #bsd x reader #bsd tetchou #tetchou suehiro #jouno #jouno saigiku #jouno bsd #bungo stray dogs tachihara #bsd tachihara #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader

[runawayprincesslily]

Summary: Your best friend returns after a long time and maybe the time you have been away made you realise a few things about your feelings towards him. Did it do the same for him?

Warnings: My first fanfic, NOT A BOOK READER, so events and misinformation could be a lot, Swearing

Pairings – Grover Underwood x reader, Annabeth x platonic!reader, Percy Jackson x platonic!reader

PART 1

“Did you know there’s a new kid in the camp? He killed a minotaur!” You heard a group of half-bloods loudly discuss this interesting news, way too loudly.

“Wait, is it- does he have a-” I looked at Annabeth hoping it was the kid who Grover went to protect. I haven’t spoken to Grover since he left, which was a few years ago. We both became close after Thalia, Luke, and Annabeth joined the camp. He told me about everything, he knew a lot. Listening to him talk about Pan and everything nature was my favorite activity to do. He would tell me about different creatures. He would tell me about herbs and their medicinal properties. Flowers and their meanings. Gods. And him. The last one was my favorite.

“yes he has a satyr protector, yes its Grover”

“Oh.” Grover. I had been waiting for him for so long, and now that I knew he was here I didn’t know what to do. What to say to him?

“are you not going to meet him? I thought you leave as soon as I said yes”

I laughed “I do want to meet him but he is probably tired, also he probably is going to show Percy around first”

“Percy?”

“it’s the new kid, Grover told me his name before he left.”

“Ah of course he did.”

“Do you think it could be him? I’ve seen you watching him.”

“Maybe.” Her gaze shifted to a boy standing near Chiron and Mr. D. I saw Grover run behind him. Grover. It was a little daunting to see him after this time. Like watching a movie, you loved as a kid, and were desperately hoping it was as good as it was before.

“You want to go to the woods? Or stalk him a little more?” Annabeth gave a death stare that shut me up. She was like a little sister to me. A dangerous one though.

I walked alone to the woods. There was a little canopy made by a few oak trees which I loved to sit beside. Grover helped me carve it to perfection and since his departure, it has been a space where I could feel at peace. Grover and I have been best friends, but it has almost felt like a breakup since he left. I’ve had my friends move away while I lived in the mortal world, and never see them again. This feels exactly like that. I just don’t want to feel like we are strangers, maybe this is why I’m running for him.

The bright sunlight peeks through the trees, and the wind rustles the leaves. It was a beautiful sight. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath soaking all of this in.

"Hey"

I didn't need to open my eyes to know who it was, I remember his voice well enough. "Grover. Hi."

"You still come here?" He sat down beside me.

"Of course I do, it's still my favorite place. People are so awfully loud in the camp." I looked at him, and I finally completed processing he was safe. For years I was worried something might happen to him.

"Percy killed a Minotaur."

"What?" I knew it. But I'd rather hear him tell me the whole story

"Yeah! he- I he killed a Minotaur. He lost his sword too mid-fight and he jumped on his back. Pulled off a horn on its head. I'm not even joking. I know this sounds like I'm making it up. The Ares Cabin does not believe he killed a Minotaur. Imagine telling them this story. Yeah, so he pulled off a horn, stabbed the monster, and killed it. Before that, he killed a Fury too. Like, this kid killed a Fury and a Minotaur in less than 24 hours." His eyes sparkled like they always did when he started rambling about something he enjoyed.

"Oh God, maybe this is the kid Annabeth has been waiting for. Did you keep the horn?"

"Of course I did, this doesn't happen very often now does it."

"No of course not which is why the whole camp found out about it two hours after you arrived."

"You knew about it?"

"That the kid killed a minotaur? yes, that he jumped on the monster's back and pulled off a horn and stabbed it to kill it? no"

We both looked at each other, Grover kept silent like he was hesitating to tell me something. "Tell me, Grover."

"What?"

"Whatever it is that you are thinking about."

"It's kind of deep and sad."

"Yeah, and I can only deal with rainbows and sunshine."

"Okay! So his mom, Minotaur got a hold of her and she disintegrated. You know, kind of like Furies do when they die. In no sense am I saying I have watched a mortal be killed by a Minotaur before? But it didn't seem....right. So I was thinking about it and maybe...."

"Hades."

"Yeah."

"Yeah you could be right, but it's a maybe. Just be careful whatever you do with this information." I looked at him, and I realized this was probably the first time I had looked at him since I realized I had fallen in love with him. "So you're not showing the kid around, that's like your favorite part."

"He doesn't want to see me."

"What? How's that possible, everyone loves you."

He laughed "I had to get him kicked out of the school, then his mom died cause i was getting him across."

"It was not your fault, and he will come around. If he doesn't then he is stupid."

He nodded "So what's up at camp. How's Annabeth? Luke?"

"Camp is the same, everyone's favorite part of the day is when Mr. D yells at someone. Chaos is everything. Annabeth is still on the watch for the kid that will go on the quest, which right now appears to be Percy. And Luke. Well, he found his glory, the best swordsman in camp."

"And you?"

"Me? I am spending my time switching between hobbies and talking to Annabeth. My uh siblings? I guess were helpful-"

"Siblings? Did you get claimed?"

"Oh yeah you left before that, ta-da i got claimed."

"WHAT? Who? No i want to guess! Uh- Athena?"

"Nope"

"Aphrodite?"

"Nope"

"Dionysus?"

"That was ONCE. GROVER. ONCE. I got drunk once and you are going to hold it over my head for eternity."

"But you drank a lot, A LOT. It took almost twice the amount of wine to get you drunk than what I saw Clarisse drink."

"Ugh Grover please don't- anyway back to-"

"ARTEMIS?"

"You really should stop guessing, I got claimed by Apollo"

"Wow, that makes sense."

"Your guesses were nowhere near it."

"How did you get claimed? And when?"

"She actually got claimed right here." Annabeth threw her arms around Grover.

"What? Really?" He looked from Annabeth to me.

"Actually not exactly here, but nearby. She saw it."

"She actually ran away from this spot so no one finds out about her quiet place. Well I came way too late, I saw the blinding light for half a second but she looked like she was made of gold."

"What were you doing to get claimed?"

"Nothing," Annabeth replied hastily.

"Nothing what do you mean nothing?"

"It's what she always says, she doesn't know what made Apollo claim her."

I have a fair idea of what might have made Apollo claim me, but it's far too embarrassing to even say it aloud. It was just a few months after Grover had left, and his absence had made me realize quite a few things. I realized I had fallen for him, and that maybe I might never see him again. Those few weeks were really hard on me. And Annabeth at that time was using her time to become a skillful warrior. This made me take a few skills and one of them involved guitar. It was an instrument I learned before camp and felt safe to pick up again. I would come out here every day and play a few tunes and leave I was far too scared that the children of Apollo the God of Music and Poetry might see. I felt insecure because of their talents and was content being my own audience. That day I had started humming along to a tune, unlike other days where I would stick to songs I had learned. I began to sing whatever came to mind, and as cheesy as it may sound it was Grover. I liked what I wrote and felt proud of it so I continued. As I developed further into the song, I was interrupted by Apollo who had claimed me. I immediately feared this would lure people into this quiet safe place so I bolted. I ditched my guitar behind a tree and made a run for it. People luckily only saw me quite a few miles away from the canopy. But I'm not gonna admit this to anyone. Everyone still thinks I have no capability except humming to songs very very quietly.

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