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hitoshiyoshi · 2 years

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what friends are for | midoriya izuku

synopsis ↬ your friend and coworker, Izuku, always protects you from creepy guys on the train... doesn't he deserve to be repaid?

warnings ↬ modern au, izuku feels shy and guilty, izuku busts way too fast,, ch*kan, public s-x, exh-bitionism, the reader is wearing a skirt, p*ssy job, non-penetrative s*x, c*m in panties, let me know if i've missed anything

pairings ↬ coworker!agedup!midoriya izuku x fem!reader

word count ↬ 2.4k

Tired feet shuffled inside the train car, soon packed to the brim with passengers ready to go home. Luckily you managed to enter before a swarm of people filled the space, taking all of the available seats and leaving most to stand in the walkways. The dark sky signaled nighttime; only the white overhead lights of the train car made everything visible. Finding a small space in the corner, you quickly took refuge and held onto the steel bar. You rubbed your arms together, trying to make some heat with the cold air. A finger lightly tapped on your shoulder, startling you.

Turning around, you see your friend and coworker, Izuku, standing behind you. He offers his scarf, outstretching his hand in your direction, and you happily accept. He whispers something about you “looking a little cold” as you wrap the fabric around your neck. Unfortunately, you haven’t worn a jacket or sweater today. You thought your office blazer could comfort you from the cold, but alas, you were wrong. Your pencil skirt barely gives you enough room to move; it was the only attire you could find after ruining your usual work clothes yesterday.

You move into your typical position: facing the wall directly in the corner, away from the rest of the passengers with Izuku directly behind you. It was the same stance you two took for the past few weeks. After a mishap with some creepy guy getting too close to you during a trip home, Izuku came in to save you. Scaring the man away and capturing a picture of him to report to the police.

Ever since that night, he promised to help you. This wasn’t his usual route home. It actually cost him more money and lengthened his travel time. If it meant protecting you, he didn’t mind. Izuku was grateful for you anyways. You were always kind to him at work, showing him the ropes on his first day and coming to his rescue whenever he missed an important deadline. He owed you more, but for now, you were satisfied.

When he was your shield, no one dared to bother you. You trusted him not to hurt you.

Your trip home went just like normal. For a few minutes, at least.

The train came to a sharp halt at the next station, much harder than before. Izuku didn’t prepare for the harsh movement of the train, he lost his footing and collided with your back. The motion of his body pressed you further against the metal walls of the train car. You peeked behind him, he soon uttered a soft “sorry…” and asked if you were alright.

“I’m fine, just a little startled is all,” You examined the area of the car with Izuku soon following suit. “Is there any way you can make some space? I’m kinda cramped here.”

“I don’t think I can,” Unfortunately the tiny amount of room created by his actions was soon filled by people coming in from the station. Bodies bounced into each other as the train began moving again. “We’ll have to endure it until the next stop…”

Nodding along to his words, you succumbed to your predicament. The station after this wouldn’t arrive for a long time; another ten to fifteen minutes before you could have some relief. It wasn’t too bad, you felt safe with Izuku closer to you.

However, the fluffy green-haired man behind you only felt a sense of dread with the closeness of your bodies. He eagerly wished for the next station to arrive soon. You molded perfectly to him, fitting like a jigsaw puzzle piece. This time was worse than all the others; your plush ass nuzzled against his lower half, deepening with every sway of the train. He wasn’t sure how you hadn’t noticed, you always seemed quite happy with his presence. It was a terrible feeling.

Izuku couldn’t stop himself from feeling guilty.

He promised to keep you safe during these times. But with the sprouting girth in his clothed pants, he was no better than the scums who violated you with their sickly hands. He tried to cool off most days, trying to think of pure thoughts like assignments for work or dinner with his family. Izuku was scared of the small part of him that desperately wanted to caress your inner thighs and slip inside the warmth under your skirt. Your skirt. Why on all days did you wear such a stunning thing? It hugged every dip and curve of your legs just right. Any weird person could easily touch you if they wanted to.

With the next shift of the train, you felt it. Hardened and nestled into your bum, begging for contact with your skin. You blinked a few times, trying to process if it was indeed what you thought. Of course, it couldn’t be… Izuku wouldn’t dare do such a thing. His clenched fist is seen in your peripheral vision, and you notice his arm straining to keep to his side.

“Izu, everything okay?” You ask while peeping behind to check on him again.

His face flushed pink with embarrassment, not daring to stare up at you. Izuku’s head was transfixed with the ground… and his protruding member. Finally, you noticed the tent in his pants roughly digging into your backside. His face showed signs of humiliation yet his hips bucked with greed. Of course, you didn’t want to believe it. But with each of his harsh movements and his prodding tip over your cotton skirt, it was obvious. You felt your cheeks begin to burn with his sudden touches, only glancing behind you for a few seconds before quickly turning to face to the wall.

“S- Should I move?” You ask, knowing that there was no available space.

“No, sorry… Let’s just stay like this,” Izuku’s hands move to wrap around your waist and soon press his chest further into your back. Any more movements would’ve only worsened his problem.

Yet, as he nuzzled closer into your neck, he didn’t seem bothered as the seconds passed. Izuku’s palm would graze over your hips, sometimes dipping lower past the hem of your skirt and wanting to slip inside. His conscience held him back from committing an act that he would soon regret as if he wasn’t already doing so. Perhaps the only thing he found hard to fathom was your surprisingly calm demeanor, letting his wandering hands have their way with you. He couldn’t hear your rapidly beating heart over the bustling sound of the train.

Growing curiosity spurred his fingers to travel underneath your clothing and caress along your inner thighs. He let out a soft gasp in your ear at the undeniable heat that began to pool between your legs. Touching the fabric that was coated with your slick and pressing his fingertips along your clit. A feeling of uncertainty caused his hand to retreat backward to his side.

“S-Shit… Sorry, didn’t mean to-” His frantic voice seemed cute, still afraid that he’d somehow broken your trust. Until your hand reached for his own, placing it back on your skirt.

“It’s alright, Izu,” You gently spun your body around to face him, and his eyes widened at your action.

Your touching chests only seemed to make his cheeks redder. He found it difficult to face you but your closeness made it impossible to avoid. Raising his briefcase to block the eyes of onlookers, you watched as Izuku seemed to gulp nervously with his internal battle of guilt. The other passengers nearby seemed too lost in their own worlds to care about the scenes that would soon take place.

“I can help with your problem,” You say while guiding his hands to lift your skirt upwards, stopping once your panties and thighs are exposed to the chilly air. “Just promise to help me after…”

He swiftly nods in agreement, and soon his remorse dissipates. Your fingers tug at his zipper, smirking at the damp spot sullying the tip of his tent in his grey briefs. Your fingers dance around the veins of his girthy shaft before tugging the fabric and exposing his stiff shaft to the air. Patches of his dark green hair peak out as you graze along his skin. Izuku shutters and shifts in a strange manner, gritting his teeth as your soft touch seems to coax him to an impending release. Watching him swell in shyness was only pleasing for a few slow seconds.

You soon release him and stare as he whines, missing your soothing touch. Luckily, those around you stayed with their backs turned, and with Izuku’s cover, you have enough space to lift your skirt. Lifting the material well past your thighs and bum under his lingering gaze. You hooked your fingers over the lace material of your panties and lowered them just until there was enough space. Your fingers returned to his cock, pumping around his length – feeling him stiffen in your palms – before pressing your bodies closer as his tip prodded at your swollen clit. Mixing your juices on your bud before nestling his cock between your folds and lace underwear.

Izuku’s free hand wrapped around your lower back, just over your bum, and pulled you closer until there were no inches between you two. Resting your head on his shoulder, you heard his breath hitch as he tried to swallow his soft moans. It was all too much, he thought. The same reason he tried not to succumb to his lustful desires. Your clear slick coats his still sprouting cock as his hips begin to rut against your body. Moving tender and loving before being overcome with a newfound sense of vigor.

The force of his sloppy thrusts soon matched every sway and rustling motion of the train. His grip on the soft flesh on your back tightened withstinging pain, trying to clutch and hold onto anything. Panting and whimpering expletives in a hushed voice, “fu- fuck… i- i can’t… you’re so… good,” right in your ear. Izuku’s dreamt of this since the first day he laid eyes on you; the feeling of your heat against his hardened cock. Soon, he recognizes that perhaps he’s just as sick and twisted as those creepy passengers. With every roll of his hips, your bud surges with pleasure. Wanting to feel his thick girth fill your soaking walls until he paints your insides white.

Your wish was not too far from his own, he wasn’t sure how he would sleep tonight. Chasing after his release, Izuku fails to notice his voice becoming louder. A few passengers peak behind, yet the lower half of their view is blocked, thankfully. You capture his lips in a deep kiss that he eagerly reciprocates. Nipping into your lower lip as you moan quietly in his mouth. You soon garner the attention of one woman nearby who stares away in disgust but doesn’t complain. Yet, you could care less about her disapproving thoughts.

Blood rushed to his red cheeks as you felt his chest tighten in your close embrace. As he suckled on your now plump lips, you felt his cock twitch. Holding your body close, his thrusts became rushed and desperate while his muscles tensed. Soon, his hips slowed and came to a sudden halt. Izuku pulled back, breaking your kiss and moving his hand away from you to hold the base of his cock. Emptying his warm seed over the hood of your clit, overflowing after being suppressed for far too long. As more milky essence gushed, he swirled the tip of his shaft over your bud – adding pressure to your heat that yearned for a release.

Giving no time to calm from his high, Izuku helps tidy your clothes. A surge of joy fills him as he watches his cum drip onto your panties, a messy sign of his territory. Once he’s finished, he quickly fixes himself with your aid. A cold and slow trickle of his essence runs down your leg. He fetches a paper napkin and cleans you up as if nothing happened; he’s always overprepared.

The next station soon approaches allowing most of the passengers to depart and finally giving you some room to breathe. A pair of seats are empty and Izuku happily escorts you to them before they are stolen. Your routine continues; you usually sit next to each other and discuss work or any lingering thoughts for the day. Except for tonight, you rest your head on his shoulder. Too tired and distracted from the feeling of your cum-stained panties pressing against your heat.

When your stop finally comes, you raise to your feet and attempt to leave. You tell Izuku ‘goodbye’ and wish him well for the rest of his ride home. Until you feel his hand grasp yours…

“Wait..!” He says before standing. His grip is nearly as strong as before.

“What is it?” You ask, gaining the attention of a couple seated happily nearby.

“I never fixed your problem,” He starts, blushing shyly and shifting uncomfortably in his tight slacks. “My place is only a few stops away… and we have time.”

The train begins to depart from your station, and the doors lock and trap you inside. It wouldn’t hurt to stay a little while longer…

Izuku leads you to some seats right at the back of the train car, this time making you sit on his lap. The rest of the passengers are some distance away, only a few. The couple peeks at you two but turns their heads away once realizing your bodies are too far. He takes the chance to raise the hem of your skirt again. He knows this route well, people barely board the train at this hour — he has you all to himself.

Izuku slips his fingers inside your panties, instantly feeling his sticky cum from earlier. Still warm from the heat erupting between your legs. The pads of his fingers massage circles around your needy clit. With each flutter of his fingers against your core, your walls spasm, and Izuku’s soft chuckle resounds in your ear. Lubricating your folds with his cum before dipping around your opening and coating his fingers in slick.

The sudden feeling of his digits slipping inside your dripping wetness causes a moan to slip past your lips — loud enough for some passengers to hear. Izuku’s hand instinctively covers your mouth and quells more from coming out. He holds you still as the seconds pass and he believes he’s in the clear. No one disturbs you two, lacking the courage to do so.

“Careful now, can’t help if you make too much noise,” He removes his hand from your mouth, choosing to settle near your waist. “Let me repay you… after all, it’s what friends are for,”

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cameronspecial · 5 months

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Drew and y/n finding out she’s pregnant after trying for a couple months maybe years?

A Trying Process

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: Troubles Getting Pregnant

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

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Motherhood had terrified Y/N before Drew came along. She never thought that she could be a good parent. She didn’t know anything about kids and dealing with the grosser side of parenting really didn’t appeal to her. Y/N had also never thought that she would get married before thirty, yet she found herself walking down the aisle in a white dress four years ago at twenty-two. She just knew her life was meant to be intertwined with Drew, so the decision was easy. Two years into the marriage she finally realized that having a child wouldn’t be so bad if she got to do it with him. She had been watching him play with her baby nephew when she made the decision that she was ready to take the next step in their marriage. They had love. They had the career. And they had the house. All they needed now was the laughter of a small human.

They’ve been trying for almost two years and they are losing hope. If they couldn’t conceive in two years, they would adopt and that deadline is fast approaching. Not that adopting a child wouldn’t be the same, but it would still mean another long process and the possibility of not getting a kid is still possible.

Y/N has been feeling off lately. Some of her favourite clothes no longer fit properly and she has been puking more often. She tries to do the math of when her last period was, realizing she skipped last month. She debates taking a test and telling Drew her suspicions. They’ve taken so many tests over the past few years that she isn’t sure she can handle getting her hopes up again. At least, they’ve never gotten a false positive before. Y/N hunches over the toilet, emptying the contents from last night’s dinner into the bowl. She’s glad that she doesn’t have work today, so she won’t be late. Drew walks into the room and kneels beside her. His hand wrap around her hair to create a ponytail. The other rubs her tummy for comfort. “You’ve been puking a lot recently. Maybe you should take another pregnancy test?” Drew suggests. Y/N’s stomach no longer holds any content, so she closes the lid and flushes the toilet. He pulls her into his hold, kissing her on the temple. She shakes her head, “I don’t know if I can take another. I feel it takes a little part of me every time it comes back negative. Maybe this is a sign, Love. Maybe I’m not meant to be a mother.”

Drew pulls her back so he can look into her eyes. “Don’t you dare say that, Sweetheart. You will absolutely make a great mother. Whether it be to a biological child or an adopted one, the kid will be lucky to have you,” Drew assures her with a kiss. “I know it’s painful whenever we get a negative, but I’m hopeful that it won’t be this time. Whatever we get, we’ll deal with it together.” His hand grips hers and he brings it to his lips.

Y/N takes the test from under the sink. They had been stockpiling them because they’d been using so many over the past year. She doesn’t need to read the instructions; she knows them by heart. She goes through the motions of taking the test with Drew by her side and they both sit on the bathroom floor while they wait for the test to asses her status. Drew’s alarm goes off. Beep. Beep. Beep. It was now time to see if their lives were going to change forever or not. They stand up together and walk over to the counter where the test awaits. She squeezes his hand to let him know that she wants him to be the one who picks it up. His hand shakes as he brings the test up for them to look at. Pregnant.

Both soon-to-be parents look shocked at the words, not believing what they are seeing. “I’m pregnant,” Y/N states. They both turn toward each other and a grin forms on both of their faces. Drew’s hand pumps in the air, “We are going to have a baby!” His arms circle her waist and he picks her up to spin her. “We are going to be parents,” she celebrates with laughter. Drew sets her down on the ground with a kiss. His forehead places itself on hers, “I know this was a trying process, Sweetheart. But we did it.”

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yeritos · 3 days

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roller coasters are quite unpredictable, charged with quick turns and sudden slopes. you can easily compare them to emotions, one second you’re at the peak of life, the next you’re distancing yourself. and yet, even if we’d rather pass over the rather unpleasant moments in life, those moments are what makes everything thrilling, because without these downs, ups wouldn’t be as sensational in contrast. in this event you’ll be mixxing the both of these worlds, expressed in form of a moodboard.

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confusedcunny · 5 months

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Detrans Diary. It’s day one of detrans December and as the deadline on my notes game has run out with 1270 notes, I’m trying to figure out exactly what that means. I have to wear panties every single day. I have to grow out my hair further. It’s already over six and a half inches, I really needed a trim, not this month though. I’ll have to shave my pussy nice and smooth, as well as my body, it’s been a while since I last did that. Write my deadname on my body. My T shots have all been reduced to a complete 0cc. I have to draw a womb and ovaries on myself at some point, reminding me of the reality within my body. I have to share a pic where I dress as feminine as I can, even eyeliner and masturbate in these girly clothes. I have to upload myself humping a pillow and watch a feminization hypnosis at least every other day. Practice penetration at least once a week. I’ve got to shop for a pink bellybutton piercing too. One of the scariest things for me will be going outside in a skirt. That’ll probably happen more towards the end of the month. I’ll be posting a detrans diary at least once a week, make a new notes game for January and last, but not least, I have to edge for 29 days out of the month. I never edged this long. I wonder what it’ll do to me. Usually I feel like rubbing my brains out and act feminine until I cum… We’ll see how it goes. Wish me luck!

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sweetbutpsychobutsweet · 5 months

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You Love Bread!

Chapter 8

Thorin Oakenshield x AFAB!Reader

Summary: You wake up from your fainting spell to a group of very concerned dwarves. Thorin in particular would like some answers, and might just have a few ideas up his sleeve to solve your problem...

Warnings: no use of y/n, angst, NSFW, 18+, Minors do not interact, smut, implied eating disorder/starvation

author's note: This chapter ended up being sooo much longer than I anticipated, so I had to break it up into 2 parts. Don't hate me for where I choose to leave this one off😅

Word count: 2121

Someone is pressing a cold cloth to your forehead when you slowly start to drift back into consciousness. You groan as you start to regain feeling in your fingers and toes again.

It takes a moment for the memory of what happened to flood back in and your breath hitches in a jolt of panic as your eyes snap open and you scramble to get back to your feet.

“Woah, easy there lass,” Fili’s voice comes from behind you and he removes the cloth from your face to place a firm hand on your shoulder, keeping you from getting back up just yet.

“I’m fine,” you grumble, shaking him off.

“No you’re not,” Kili chuckles from your side. “You swooned into Thorin’s arms like some kind of damsel in distress. You need to take it slow.”

The brothers both bring a hand to your back, gently helping you to sit up further. Fili hands the cool cloth over to you and you sigh in relief as you slide it along your neck and chest.

Ironically you feel a lot better than you did before you passed out. A gentle breeze blows through your hair, and looking around you can see you are no longer in the same place you were when you lost consciousness.

Someone has carried you off the path to lie in a patch of grass alongside a small lake. The rest of the company must be waiting nearby as you can hear their booming voices through the trees and can smell the smoke of a campfire and food cooking over the flames. You feel something soft beneath you and look down to find yourself laying on a fur cloak. Thorin’s cloak.

You look around to try and find him. Farther down the lake you see him conversing with Oin and Bombur. They speak in hushed tones but judging by the troubled looks on their faces it’s safe to assume they’re talking about you.

“She’s awake, uncle,” Kili calls from behind you and Thorin’s head snaps to look over at you. He says something to Oin and they both hurry over to you.

“Welcome back, lassie,” Oin says, “you gave us quite a fright.”

“You need to eat something,” Thorin says, signaling to Bombur to bring you some food.

“I’m not hungry,” you tell him, “I just got too hot is all.”

“That wasn’t just heat stroke,” Oin replies with concern, “you’re still very pale and Thorin says you’ve been weak and disoriented all day.”

Of course, he did. You look over at him with a glare.

“Well then he would be mistaken, I’m perfectly fine.” you lie.

Bombur finally returns and approaches you with a bowl of soup and some bread but you shake your head, waving him off.

“I’m not hungry,” you tell them again, “I’m ready to get back on the road I just need a minute to catch my breath.”

“We’re not going anywhere. The others have already started making camp here for the evening, we’ll start up again in the morning,” Thorin insists. He takes the bread from Bombur and shoos him away with the rest.

“But Durin’s day-” you protest, knowing your deadline is fast approaching.

“We can afford to wait a little longer, we already covered enough ground today. Here,” he replies, offering you the bread, “just eat some of this.”

You push his hand away with another shake of your head. You can keep going you know you can. You’ve put a good amount of distance between you and the orcs already; you won’t jeopardize that now.

“In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never once seen you refuse bread,” Kili comments with a nervous chuckle.

“You love bread,” Fili agrees.

You pay them no mind, keeping your eyes locked on Thorin’s as he thoughtfully examines your face. He’s given you no indication yet that he knows your real motives. How could he?

“Leave us,” he instructs the others, still looking at you.

They all hurry off towards camp without protest.

Fili hands the damp cloth over to his uncle and gives you another worried look before joining the others.

Thorin is still looking at you in silence. Your anxiety gets the better of you and you pull your gaze away to look down at the ground, trying to feign innocence.

He still says nothing.

Does he expect you to speak first? Perhaps he’s hoping that if he waits long enough you’ll divulge everything to him on your own.

That’s not going to happen, you laugh to yourself.

He rises to his feet with a sigh, but you still refuse to look at him as he makes his way over to the nearby lake. You hear him dip the cloth back into the water and wring it out before coming to sit in front of you.

He brings two fingers up to your chin, and gently turns your face to look at him. You’re too exhausted to fight him.

His hand slides down to your neck, gently tipping your head back so he can see you better. You refuse to let your eyes meet his, instead electing to look over his shoulder at the light reflecting off the lake.

You shudder as he brings the cool cloth up to your face, tracing a slow line from your temple all the way down to your jaw.

“Bombur says he hasn’t seen you eat anything since Rivendell. No one has,” Thorin’s voice is gentle and cautious. Not at all what you were expecting.

You finally meet his eyes to see they are not angry as you were expecting. Instead, they’re full of fear. You can’t remember the last time you saw this side of Thorin, if ever.

The cloth makes its way down the column of your neck, inching its way closer and closer towards the top of your breasts. You hate how much you ache for him to touch you there again.

Maybe it’s your desire or his rare show of vulnerability but you can’t help the words that escape your lips.

“Orcs can smell blood,” you whisper.

The cloth freezes just above your collarbone and he looks at you in confusion.

“I’m due to start my monthly cycle in the next few days,” you clarify and can see as the last pieces of the mental puzzle fall into place.

His brow furrows and his hand drops away from your chest.

“You heard what Lord Elrond said. If we are being hunted by Orcs I didn’t want to lead them right to us. I figured if I stopped eating for a while the bleeding wouldn’t start and it would buy us more time to get them off our backs.”

You bite your bottom lip, waiting anxiously for the lecture to begin. For him to yell and shout and tell you how reckless you were, or even worse to send you away from the company until you’re no longer a liability.

But he doesn’t.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispers.

You raise an eyebrow at him, “why didn’t I tell you I was about to start menstruating while we’re being hunted by a pack of orcs?”

“Did you think I’d be angry with you?” he scoffs, “over something you can’t control?”

“No, Thorin,” you snap, “I thought you’d send me away. Again!”

He blinks at you in surprise.

“If me being here puts everyone else in jeopardy, if it puts our quest in jeopardy, then that makes me a liability and it is your duty as king to send me away.”

“Don’t you dare try to tell me what my duty is,” his voice drops into a low growl and his fists begin to clench sending drops of water running down his knuckles from the cloth still in his hand.

“Quest or no quest I am also responsible for the well-being of my people which includes you in case you’ve forgotten. I will not allow you to do something so reckless and idiotic! How can you expect me to successfully lead this company to Erebor if you’re starving yourself while my back is turned? If you had told me earlier we could have found a better solution that didn’t cause you to faint in the middle of the road!”

“You mean if I had told you earlier, you could have left me behind in Rivendell instead of slowing the company down?” you snap back as he moves his face closer to yours. You can see the angry clench of his jaw, and the furrowed lines of his brow that seem to be a permanent facial feature on him.

“I would have thought you’d prefer the company of elves over that of your kin, you certainly seemed to enjoy Lord Elrond’s the other night-”

You still feel weak from hunger but somehow the rage his words inspire gathers up enough strength for you to roughly shove him away from you. He barely budges and you lift your arms to shove him again, but this time he catches you, grabbing you by the wrists keeping you firmly in place. He pulls you closer into his chest until you’re almost nose to nose.

“You will stay here with us and you will do so with a full belly. I need you to keep your strength up for the journey ahead and the orcs pursuing us. And I swear to you,” he says with a growl, “ If I ever hear about you trying to starve yourself again, I will personally shove every last crumb down your throat. Do I make myself clear?”

“Oh I have no doubt you’ve been dying to shove something down my throat,” you purr with a wicked grin, “which is why I don’t intend to give you the satisfaction, your grace.”

His grip on your wrists tightens.

“We’ll see about that,” he growls, letting go of your wrists. Before you can even blink his hands are grabbing your face, pulling your lips into his in an angry, passionate kiss.

You know you should resist him, or at least pretend like you don’t want him as badly as he clearly wants you. But seeing as you are quite literally starving, and he tastes absolutely amazing…

You tangle your hands in his hair and pull him closer to you. You groan in pleasure as his tongue sneaks past your lips forcing himself deeper inside your mouth. His hands leave your face and travel down your body to cup your ass firmly, pulling you into his lap.

You can feel his arousal through his trousers, stabbing your upper thigh, so close to where you want him but not quite close enough.

He drags his teeth along your bottom lip before starting to kiss a slow path along your jawline and down your neck, biting at your flesh as he travels further and further down.

You free a hand from his hair and reach it down between the two of you. You press your palm against his length and he growls into your neck. You want to tease him, to drive him to the edge of insanity until he is completely addicted to you. But not as badly as you want to feel him, all of him. You bring your other hand down to help unfasten his pants but before you can succeed he suddenly has you on your back beneath him, wrists held firmly overhead.

You growl and squirm trying to free yourself but you both know you’re not exactly at fighting strength at the moment. You are completely at his mercy and you can’t stand it.

“Please,” you whine, trying helplessly to press your body up to meet his again but he refuses to budge. “I need it,” you complain.

“Oh, I know exactly what you need,” he whispers, his beard tickling your face. He releases just one of his hands, moving your free wrist to join the other and your breath hitches in anticipation, hoping that hand is about to touch you in all the places that ache for him.

You open your mouth to beg for just that when something soft is suddenly stuffed into your mouth.

You blink at him in confusion before your taste buds can identify the unexpected guest.

Bread!

“You’re going to eat every last crumb,” he demands, “and when you’re done with that you’ll have more. I’m going to stay here and watch you eat every last bite, then and only then, will you get your other needs fulfilled. Do you understand?”

You nod eagerly, unable to speak around the roll he shoved in your mouth.

His breath his hot against your cheek as he brings his lips closer towards your ear.

“Good girl,” he growls

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queen-breha-organa · 11 months

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I wanted to briefly come back online and discuss the WGA and, in turn, the current writer's strike.

I know my opinion matters very little, and I don’t consider myself an expert or a valuable voice in this matter. However, since I talk about Star Wars a lot, I wanted to discuss the strike because these things go hand in hand. I think it’s unfair to ignore the real-world circumstances that shape the media you enjoy. Knowing the context of something is important. And beyond that, this situation has just been on my mind, and I wanted to express my thoughts somewhere.

Firstly, all workers should be paid living wages. All workers deserve to be treated fairly and compensated fairly. All workers deserve safe, productive, and fair working environments—end of story.

I’ve been seeing a lot of jokes along the lines of “I didn’t even know media had writers these days,” and while I understand the joke and the potential humor in it, I feel like it’s important to realize that this is entirely why the WGA is striking in the first place.

The writer’s rooms are shrinking. Writers are being overworked. Writers are being underpaid. Writers are being dismissed and undercut. These factors lead to poorly written and poorly managed shows because the individuals who write the bones of the shows are exhausted and burdened by corporate interference, unreasonable deadlines (especially in animation), unfair wages, and stale corporate agendas.

Additionally, these writers often aren’t given the opportunity to oversee or manage their writing while it’s being filmed. Instead, companies are acting as if the writing process ends before the filming process so that they can shorten the writer's contracts and pay them less. However, in actuality, the writing process is often most valuable during the filming process.

Some things work on paper but don’t work on the day. Maybe the joke doesn’t land, or an actor can’t deliver the line as intended. Writers are needed on set to rework and revise these lines, so the process can run smoother without sacrificing story and believability. Now some actors are incredible at improvising and can make these things work. However, overall, without writers on set, you usually end up with awkward/stiff dialogue or scenes that make no sense. Writing doesn’t stop in the writers' room.

Another massive force driving this strike is the evolution of streaming services.

With “traditional” tv reruns, the network airing the media has to purchase the viewing rights of the episode or the show. This money is then extended to the people who worked on the show in the form of residuals. It makes sense. Something you worked on makes money, so in turn, you get money.

However, streaming services have broken this mold by allowing consumers to watch whatever media whenever they want. Streaming services claim that it is no longer possible to pay residuals for these shows since they don’t know how often or when the shows are being watched. This is a lie.

Companies will brag privately in shareholder's meetings and publicly in articles about streaming shows that have done well. We’ll read headlines like “Stranger Things’ Was Most-Streamed TV Show in 2022” or “‘Star Wars’ vs. Marvel: Which Disney+ Shows Are Most-Viewed.” These articles and the data within them prove it is possible to know how frequently shows/movies are being watched on streaming services. Still, companies are only willing to shell out this information for bragging rights and not for fair payments.

In 2021, Disney CEO Bob Chapk earned $32 million. In contrast, the WGA website states, “Median weekly writer-producer pay has declined 4% over the last decade. Adjusting for inflation, the decline is 23%.” These writers are merely asking for 3%, while CEOs are given the moon.

This is unacceptable.

If you’re reading this post, if you’re on Tumblr and engaging with fandoms enough to have this post written by me, a Star Wars blog, circulate on your feed, media writing has affected your life. Writers have impacted you and your daily routine and hobbies.

You should care about this strike. You should be supporting this strike.

We all want our favorite shows to come back, we all want to reunite with our favorite characters, and we all want to see their stories, their triumphs, and their struggles.

But the real people behind these stories and behind these characters are far more important than any fictional narrative.

These writers have crafted the worlds and stories we love, and by supporting them, we can return the favor and craft a better world for them too.

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cozage · 9 months

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The Daughter's Return: Part 8

The Captain and the Barmaid

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Word Count: 5.1k Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace CW: nothing crazy, just some creepy marines

You took a quick shower and didn’t spend as long as you would’ve liked on your hair and makeup, but you made the deadline. You had your gown and high heels in a bag to change into once you arrived on the island, as well as a pocket mirror, some emergency mascara, and lipgloss in case you needed a touch-up later. And the foundation/concealer combo that Whitey had given you this morning.

You had been waiting in your father's study for five minutes before the next person walked in. Two people, actually, a man and a woman.

“You must be Mihal and Kala,” you said, rising to your feet.

“Mihal,” the man said. “Kala,” he said, pointing to the girl. “And you’re not Ace, so I’m guessing you’re the new strategist.”

“You’d be correct,” you said. You all each gave a small formal introduction and began to create some small talk before two blonde-haired men came through the door.

It took you a second to realize the man next to Marco was Ace. His once black, greasy hair had been dyed, washed, and blow-dried. He looked like an entirely new person. His now sandy blonde hair made all of his features look softer and kinder. Even without his Marine outfit on, you found yourself unable to look away.

You were so caught up in admiring his new look, you didn’t realize that Ace was staring right back at you. Everyone watched you both for a while before Marco cleared his throat.

“Alright kiddos, let's move.”

“Wait, Marco,” you said, looking around. “I need a firework.”

“A firework?” Kala asked.

“I’ll explain on the rowboat. But we’ll need it.”

Marco sighed and opened one of your father’s cabinets. He handed the firework and a few matches to you, and you carefully stuck it in your bag alongside your formal outfit. The group then walked silently to the deck and loaded onto the rowboat. You could sense that Kala and Mihal were nervous, but you weren't sure what to say to ease their worries.

Ace and Marco rowed their way to shore as you laid out the plan.

“So our goal is for me and Ace to review the plans unnoticed. If everything works out that way, we’ll grab a photo and meet back here at midnight. If things go sideways, Ace and I will act as the diversion while you all go get photos of the schematics. Once you have the pictures, set off the firework to let Ace and I know we can retreat. Marco, if you see the firework, you’ll know that we’ll be laying low on the island for the night, and then come around to the northern side of the island and collect us the following morning. We’ll meet by the cluster of rocks on the northern shore and signal you with our pocket mirrors.”

“You’re really planning to stay on the island after the Navy knows you’re here?” Marco questioned.

You nodded. “If they recognize me or Ace, the first place they’re going to look is the sea. We’re better off lying low on the island and leaving after sunrise.”

“What if we can’t get to the firework after we get the schematics?” Kala asked.

“Me and Ace will cause a diversion until midnight. We’ll set the firework off at midnight if you all haven’t gotten to it and let everyone know to retreat or lay low.”

“And if you can’t get to the firework?” Mihal asked. He was thorough in his questioning, but you didn't mind. You'd rather him catch a flaw in your plan now than later.

You held up your fist and clenched it. Your skin started to bubble, the magma underneath it, eager to escape. “If I can’t find the firework, I’ll just make my own.”

Marco laughed. “Smart.”

You grinned proudly. “I try.”

“Do you expect that you and Ace will fail?” Mihal asked, looking at you skeptically. “Seems like you have more of a backup plan than a primary plan.”

“It’s just good to have a backup plan for when shit hits the fan,” you said. “Because shit usually hits the fan.”

Mihal nodded, seemingly satisfied with your answers. You all rode the rest of the way in silence. The others seemed nervous, even Ace and Marco, but you were downright giddy. You were excited to see some action and have some fun again. This is what being a pirate was all about.

As soon as you hit land, you jumped out of the boat. “I need to run to the bar really fast, I’ll be right back.”

The others gave you a curious look, but you ignored them. There was one more thing you needed to make sure your plan went smoothly.

“Welcome to the Lonely Duck, how can I help you?” The girl had your hair color. That would make this easier.

“Hi!” You pushed enthusiasm and joy into your voice, trying your best to act normal. “I’m so sorry! Can I use your bathroom?”

“Oh sure!” the girl at the bar said.

“You are the best…what was your name?”

The girl smiled. “Kadie!”

“Well Kadie, you are an absolute lifesaver! Thank you!” You said as you ran into the bathroom.

You stepped into the bathroom and touched up your makeup. Your mascara was slightly smudged, and the foundation that was hiding your hickies was starting to smudge. Once you were satisfied with your makeup, you flushed the toilet and walked back out. “You are truly the best, Kadie! I hope the rest of your day is as great as you are!”

“I’m actually about to get off work and go for a sunset hike with my boyfriend, so I think it will be!”

God, this girl really did check off all the boxes. You grinned back at her and dropped a few coins in the tip jar, hoping she would spill some more information. “Which trail?” you asked.

“Mount Klemson! It’s our three-month anniversary.”

She was a cute girl. You wondered what it would be like to live a life as boring as hers.

“Big plans!” you feigned enthusiasm. “Good luck on your hike.” You gave her a wink and then rushed out the door.

You walked back to the group, who were all mostly changed. The sun had begun sinking into the sky, which meant that it was almost time for your arrival at the ball.

“We’re heading out,” Kala said. She was dawning a gorgeous long-sleeved red gown. “See you there.”

“Good luck!” you called, ducking into the abandoned cabin.

Ace stood guard outside of the door as you stripped your day clothes off. Marco had packed a few jewelry options, but you chose the dangling pearl earrings and sapphire necklace to wear. You slipped on your gown, careful not to get it dirty. Then, you put on your white gloves and tightened your corset as much as you could bear, throwing it in a sloppy bowtie and tucking it into your dress. You would deal with how to get that off later.

There wasn’t much you could check, but you opened your pocket mirror and examined your face one last time. You tucked away your bag with the firework, clothes, and jewelry into an open floorboard, and opened the door to see Ace waiting for you.

Ace stared at you, once again taken away by how regal you looked. His mouth had dropped open, as if he had plans to comment on your appearance, but you didn’t give him the chance. You interlaced your arm with his, and the two of you began walking toward the giant mansion that was hosting the party.

“You look nice,” Ace said with a small smile, bumping against your shoulder lightly.

“You look…different.”

His eyes widened, and he grabbed a piece of blonde hair to analyze it. “Good different or bad different?”

“Good different,” you assured him. “But I like your black hair better.”

“My mom had blonde hair. Makes me feel a bit more connected to her.” He sounded sad when he said that. You wanted to ask more but got the feeling he didn’t want to talk about it.

“You look nice in that Captain suit too,” you commented. “You’d make a good Marine.”

Ace groaned. “You sound like my grandpa.”

You snorted. “Your grandpa?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, shaking his head. “He always wanted me to be a Marine.”

“If only he could see you now,” you giggled, elbowing him playfully.

He lightly chuckled, but his eyes were darting around nervously. You could see the mansion in full view now, and at least a hundred Marines were already standing in line. This was an extremely high-level event. You recognized several Vice Admirals and heard rumors that Sengoku would be making an appearance. If anyone recognized either you or Ace, there was a very good chance your mission would fail.

“It'll be fine. Let’s do this,” you muttered, both of you taking a synchronous deep breath and setting your shoulders back, trying your best to appear confident and important.

Getting in was easy. Two Officers were at the door, but they saluted Ace as he walked by. He held a higher status than them, and they didn’t even ask for credentials.

“I could get used to this,” Ace mumbled in your ear.

His words made you giggle as you looked around the ballroom. It was a massive room, and the floor was made entirely of white marble. There was an orchestra playing on the stage, and several people were waltzing on the dance floor. Waiters weaved in and out of people, offering drinks and appetizers.

Your eyes quickly found people of note. You had made a strategic plan a few years ago, a comprehensive list of every high-ranking Navy Officer and the best course of action if the crew ever encountered them. It wouldn’t do much good with them all here at once, but you were quite familiar with almost everyone in the room because of it.

Several rear admirals, vice admirals, and at least one admiral was present. You couldn’t find Sengoku, but you were certain at an event this high level and the rumors swirling, he’d be making an appearance. You could feel yourself growing uneasy. You knew this mission was going to be difficult, but you hadn’t expected your odds to be so low.

Ace pressed his lips to your ear, speaking quietly to you. “Don’t focus on that right now. We have plenty of time. Let’s work on blending in first, okay?”

He was right, of course. You were amongst some high-level Navymen, and they didn’t get their titles by being idiots. For the first part of the night, they would be on guard, watching anyone they found suspicious. After a few drinks, they would relax, and then you would be able to make your move.

It was easy to blend in. Ace was someone who could easily make friends, and he was masterful about making the conversation about someone else. Your job was the same as all of the other women there: be pretty eye candy and stay quiet. Normally you would detest such a role, but your mind was busy trying to find a way to the plans without drawing attention to yourself.

You spent the evening drinking bubbly champagne out of crystal flutes, taking tiny snacks off of a silver platter, and dancing a slow waltz with your now golden-haired Navy Captain. The drinks and the food were magnificent, but your favorite part of the evening by far was the moments you spent on the dance floor.

Ace was a fantastic dancer, which surprised you. Everything you knew about him suggested he shouldn’t know the difference between a ballroom waltz and a quickstep, but he always seemed to find the perfect moves for whatever rhythm was played. And he was a skillful leader in every dance, holding you firm while giving you enough grace to follow on your own. The two of you quickly began to draw a crowd of women who were desperate for a dance with him.

Ace looked nervously at you for a moment as the women fawned over him, but you waved him on. For some reason, they didn’t bother you. If any of these women knew who Ace truly was, they would run away in fear. You found it quite humorous, given the circumstances.

“Are you sure?” Ace asked, watching you closely.

“Yes of course,” you said, giggling. “My feet hurt anyway. Go show these ladies what they’re missing out on.” You gave him a wink, and his freckled cheeks pinkened.

You used your time to sit at a nearby table and observe the rest of the room, specifically the second floor. The steps that led to the second floor were guarded by two rear admirals, and the second-story balcony that overlooked the ballroom held some of the high-level members of the Navy.

Sengoku had finally made an appearance, and he stuck close to one of his admirals, Aokiji. Several vice admirals were also present, but the one that worried you most was Monkey D. Garp, Hero of the Navy. You don’t get a title like that without doing something grandeur. From what you remembered, even your father seemed to be weary of him.

You had been so busy watching the admirals, you hadn't noticed that they had been watching Ace for a few minutes. You cursed the oversight. Ace seemed to be drawing attention to himself, which was the last thing either of you needed.

You were about to go grab him off the dance floor when an older gentleman sat down next to you.

“Now tell me,” he cooed, his eyes raking over your body. “What’s a lovely lady like you doing all alone at this table?”

The rank on his uniform indicated he was a rear admiral, but you were unfamiliar with who he was. He must’ve risen through the ranks while you had been away. But a real admiral was still a high status, and he could get you up to that second story if you played your cards right. Ace could handle himself for a few more minutes.

You smiled sweetly at him, pretending to not notice his lingering gaze. “My date kind of ditched me,” you said. “But I’m so honored to be in this place, surrounded by so many high-ranking and powerful men.”

The man chuckled. “Your date doesn’t know what he’s missing out on, darling.”

You forced a blush to rise to your cheeks. “You’re too kind.”

He rose from the seat, holding his hand out. “Rear Admiral Catacombo, at your service.”

You let out a high-pitched giggle and took his hand. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Kadie.”

“Kadie.” The sharpness of the name on his lips almost made you flinch. “Would you like to dance?”

Every bone in your body told you to get away from this man, but you took his hand and let him lead you to the dancefloor. He was a decent dancer. Not as good as Ace; he was too forceful in his directions and too demanding of your attention for the dance itself to be enjoyable. But you gritted your teeth and went along with a smile for the possibility of getting access to the upper level of the house.

“Did you know this house actually belongs to my grandfather?” Catacombo said in a boastful tone.

Your eyes widened. You could roll with this. He was practically handing those schematics to you on a silver platter.

“Really?” you asked.

“It’s quite magnificent, isn’t it? I spent most of my younger days here, playing in the courtyard.”

“Oh, what a dream!” you said, just slightly too exaggerated. Luckily Catacombo found your admiration endearing. You lowered your eyes, trying your best to appear embarrassed. “Can I tell you a secret, Catacombo?”

He leaned in close to you, his face almost touching yours. “Of course.”

You blushed, trying not to visibly react to the stench of cigars and alcohol that was being blown into your face with every breath. “Promise you won’t judge me.”

“I promise, I promise!”

You turned away feigning embarrassment, and took a fresh breath of air.

“I have to admit,” you said. “I’ve always dreamed of coming into this home. I’ve seen it from afar for so many years, sitting so perfectly on this hill. I’ve wanted nothing more than to explore this house and meet the wonderful people who call it home.”

You were fairly certain this man fell in love with you off your words alone. You had laid the flattery on a little thick, but thankfully he seemed to like it that way.

“Would you like to see it?” He asked.

You blinked. There was no way it could be this easy. “See what?”

“The house!” he whispered urgently, and you gave him a wide grin.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course! Let's go!” He took your hand and started to lead you away.

You eagerly followed, until your free hand was grabbed and you were pulled backward.

“Hey!” you yelled, turning to see who was interrupting you. A blonde marine with freckles was scowling at you.

“Where are you going?” Ace demanded.

“Oh, hi!” You said, widening your eyes slightly to signal Ace. “Admiral Catacombo was just going to show me around this lovely home. I’ll be back soon!”

“No.” He gripped your hand tighter, pulling you back towards him.

“I’ll only be gone for a few minutes,” you reasoned. “It’s fine.”

“Is there a problem?” Catacombo asked, turning back towards you and Ace.

“Yeah, there is,” Ace said, puffing out his chest. “I think you were just trying to steal my date away from me, Rear Admiral.”

You turned slightly away from Catacombo's view and mouthed one word to Ace: stop. But he either didn’t see you or didn’t care.

Ace forced a smile, but his words were on the verge of threatening. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to steal her back from you now.”

Catacombo’s eyes darted between you and Ace, and after a moment he let go of your hand.

“Wait,” you said, turning towards the rear admiral. “Wait, please don’t go!”

“It was a pleasure dancing with you,” Catacombo said, giving you and your body one last longing look. “I hope our paths cross again.”

And then he disappeared into the crowd. You turned to Ace, your eyes burning with hatred.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” you hissed.

“Don’t even! I saved you!”

“I didn’t need saving!” you snapped, struggling to keep your voice down.

“Please!” Ace cried, exasperated. “Did you even see the way he looked at you?! That guy was practically mind fucking you! All he wanted was to get you alone so he could try to get inside you!”

His voice was rising, and a few people looked over in surprise at his words.

“Keep your voice down,” you growled.

“I’m not going to risk you getting hurt,” Ace said.

“I can handle myself!” You could feel your skin starting to boil. “That was our golden ticket, you idiot!”

“We’ll find another way in,” Ace mumbled, looking up and down your body. “One that doesn’t leave you so…objectified.”

People were really starting to stare at you all now, mumbling to each other about Ace's words. You had drawn a lot of attention. Even without looking, you could feel eyes from the balcony watching you closely. You had lost your incognito status. It was time to move to plan B.

Your eyes found Kala, who was watching nervously. You gave her a fraction of a nod and then looked back at Ace. It was up to them now. You had a new role.

“I’m sorry about this,” you whispered.

“Sorry about-”

You smacked him across the face as hard as you could.

“How dare you?!?” You screamed out, taking a few steps away from him. “Whatever you are thinking sir, I am not that kind of lady!”

“What the fuck?!” Ace hissed, holding his cheek.

False tears pooled in your eyes. “How dare you try and take advantage of me!” you screamed again, loud enough for the whole room to hear you.

People started to crowd around you, trying to separate you and Ace. You glanced to find Kala, but she and Mihal had vanished.

“Kadie,” Catacombo rushed back to you, grabbing you by the arm. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“Oh Catacombo,” you said, your voice filling with relief. “I’m so sorry to make a scene, I just-” you stopped speaking and collapsed into his chest, letting out a loud sob.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Ace demanded. He started toward you, but a few Marines blocked his path.

“Tell me what happened,” Catacombo said, rubbing your back.

“I don't know,” You pulled away from Catacombo, wiping the fake tears from your eyes. “But he just…” you stopped to take a breath, springing up new tears. “He tried to force himself onto me.”

“I did not!” Ace yelled, though he was slowly starting to see what you were doing. “I would never-!”

“Come on, son.” An Admiral grabbed Ace by the arm. “Let's get you sobered up and have a long chat.”

Ace struggled against the Admiral, and he glanced up nervously at the balcony. You followed his gaze to see Lead Admiral Sengoku, Vice Admiral Garp, and Captain T-Bone all staring down at the scene that unfolded. You said a silent prayer to any higher power that would listen, hoping they didn’t recognize either of you.

“Let’s get you somewhere quiet to calm down,” Catacombo chimed, still holding you close to him and rubbing his hand across your back.

He led you up the stairs and through the crowd of high-statured Marines. You could feel eyes on you, and you kept your head down to avoid eye contact with anyone, pretending to cry with embarrassment. He continued to lead you down a length of corridors until you finally stopped in front of a room.

He grabbed a key from his pocket and unlocked the door, and you stepped inside to find a nicely lit study. It had a desk and a conference table, papers strewn out on any surface you could see. Perhaps he had led you straight to the room you needed to be in.

“Nobody will bother us here,” Catacombo muttered, closing the door behind him.

You hated the way he had worded that sentence. You attempted to clear your throat, which had tightened from fear. “Could I actually bother you one more time for a glass of water?” you asked, looking at him with tears still in your eyes.

“Of course,” he said. “Be right back.” He slipped out the door and you heard the familiar turn of a lock before his steps receded. He had locked you in this room, and you couldn't help but question his intentions. Not that you didn’t have other ways to escape; there were windows, and the floor or ceiling could easily be burned. But those would immediately give you away.

You didn’t have time to think of an escape plan right now, though. Your priority was finding the documents you needed. You carefully flipped through the folders and stray pages, but you found nothing of ship schematics. They must be somewhere else. You could only hope that Kala and Mihal would pick up the slack.

You heard the turn of the lock, and you quickly positioned yourself near the wall of books, pretending to look at his collection. You managed to grab a book off the shelf just as the door opened.

“You have quite an impressive collection,” you said, turning to face him.

Catacombo wasn’t alone this time, he had brought another Marine with him. You believed her name was Hina. It made your odds of escape lower, but at least you weren’t alone with the creep anymore.

“Katy,” the woman said. “My name is Hina. I’m a rear admiral with the Navy. I’m afraid we need to speak with you.”

“Kadie,” you corrected. It didn’t really matter, but it was better to keep your alias strong.

Another man walked in, a Vice Admiral. You believed his name was Comil.

“Kadie,” Hina mimicked, correcting her previous mistake. “Please sit. We need to talk.”

You sat in a plush chair across from her, turned slightly towards the door so you could see people as they came and went.

“How can I help you?” you asked.

“I need you to tell me everything about the man you came with today. His name, how you met him, why you joined him tonight.”

They must’ve realized Ace was a fraud. The game just became much more dangerous.

“He came in while I was working,” you said. “I worked an early shift today at the Lonely Duck-it’s a bar in town. He was wearing his uniform, so I assumed he was in town for the Maritime Ball. We got to talking and he invited me to be his date. I agreed.”

“Did he tell you his name?” Hina asked. “His rank? Anything?”

You blushed and summoned tears to your eyes. “I…” you wracked your brain, trying to think of something fake to give them. “Why? Is something wrong?”

Hina looked at the two men standing at the door, and you saw Comil give her a slight nod.

“We believe he may have entered the premises under false identity. Please, if you can think of a name or anything he may have said to you out of the ordinary.”

Your voice caught in your throat, and for one of the first times that night, you didn’t have to act. You felt true fear, and it was written all over your face.

“Kadie, you’re safe,” Hina reassured you, misinterpreting the fear on your face. “We’re not going to let anything happen to you. Just think.”

You took a drink of water, your hand shaking as it held the glass. “I think he said his name was Captain Axel? Or something like that?”

“Ace?” Hina asked, looking at you intensely. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, but Hina pressed further. “Did he say Ace?”

“I don’t-” you paused, blinking real tears away. “I can’t remember.”

You heard an explosion downstairs, and you jumped at the noise. What the hell was Ace doing? Had they discovered who he was already? Surely he wouldn’t have given himself away in a matter of minutes. You realized, with a flash of horror, if they had taken off his shirt it would be pretty obvious who he belonged to.

Another Marine stepped into the room and handed Hina a paper. Hina looked at it and then flipped it around to you. It was Ace’s bounty poster.

Your mouth fell open in shock. You didn’t know what to do. You should’ve thought harder about an escape plan.

You tried to think about what you had written years ago. You were fairly certain your strategy had been to flatter her and then place a crowd between you and her. She wouldn't hurt civilians, and she tended to believe their accounts more than her own men.

“Is this the man you came with tonight?" Hina asked, bringing you back to the present. "He may have had different color hair, but-”

“That’s him,” you breathed out. “Oh my god, are you telling me I slapped a pirate?” Your self-preservation act was back and in high gear. If you could just fool them for a little bit longer, Kala and Mihal would have enough time to find what they needed. “A pirate with a bounty of over-” You stopped talking, taking deep, quickened breaths.

“Kadie!” Catacombo rushed over, holding you steady as you pretended to hyperventilate.

“I’m sorry,” you cried. “I didn’t know.”

“Have Lonz get the Whitebeard Pirates Bounty papers we have in the back room,” Comil murmured to the man next to him.

“We already confirmed there's a woman of her likeness that works at the Lonely Duck,” the man murmured back.

“I don't care about her. I doubt Portgas D. Ace would be working alone, so there must be more members here. So go get those posters.”

You cried harder into Catacombo’s chest, pretending like you didn’t hear them. At least your false identity would hold up for a few more minutes.

“The Navy won’t let anything happen to you,” Hina assured you. “You have some of the highest-ranking officials in this house. I promise Portgas D. Ace will be brought to justice, and you will be safe.”

You nodded, calming yourself down. It was getting close to midnight. You just had to keep them stalled until the firework went off. It was possible they didn’t have your poster anymore, since you had been presumed dead. And you were fairly sure that Kala or Mihal didn’t have bounty posters. Picking low-profile members had been a smart move.

“We have to deal with another issue, but a Rear Admiral guard placed at your door until the incident is over. I promise you will be safe.”

“Thank you,” you said, sniffling and wiping your eyes. “I’m so sorry I caused all this trouble.”

“Don’t be,” Hina smiled at you. “If anything, you saved us from something even worse.”

They left you alone in the room, which was probably one of the stupidest things they all agreed on. Leaving a civilian in a room with top-secret information was…absurd. Sometimes you really questioned the integrity of the World Government.

A few minutes later, a red flare shot into the sky, and the boom of a firework echoed through the tiny room you were in. Kala and Mihal had succeeded. It was time to leave. You could only hope that Ace had also managed to escape and would meet you at the rendezvous point.

You picked up a few random files, planning to take them with you as you escaped. At least then it would look like you were the real reason for breaking into the party. With some luck, they wouldn’t even notice that Kala and Mihal were in the house.

You were about to blast through the window when the door behind you opened. You froze, your back to the door. You clutched your files close to your chest, hoping the person who entered the room wouldn’t be able to see them.

“Thanks, Gion. Go take fifteen, I’ll watch her.” The voice chilled your bones. The last voice you wanted to hear. The Hero of the Navy. Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp.

Editing to add my tags that I forgot im SO SORRY!!

Tag list! @taeyoge @teiza @tojislawyer @trafalgardnami @bloopbopsblog @dancingnewcat @dxestyi @flooofity @deadsnothere @h-rhodes1598 @morgyyyyyyy @trafalgardvivi @beepboopcowboy (if you'd like to be included in the tag list, just comment or send me a message!)

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #portgas ace x you #portgas ace x reader #ace x y/n #ace x reader #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #cozage #✧˚ace✧˚

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mcytblraufest · 8 months

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Holiday Exchange: General Rules and FAQ

TIMELINE: Sign-ups open, Discord Opens: 18 October Sign-ups close, everyone must have joined the Discord: 15 November Assignments sent out: 23 November - 26 November Check-in: 9 December - 10 December Posting Week: Sunday 24th December through Monday 1 January.

RULES FOR PARTICIPATING: - Must join our Discord for communication - Must tag your recipient in the eventual post - Must tag this blog in your post so we can keep track of gifts - DM a mod ASAP if you don’t think you’ll get your gift out on time or at all, or you want to withdraw - Must check in at the half-way mark to make sure everything is on-track. -Must request and offer to create around a minimum of three characters. -Any under-18 persons found requesting or offering NSFW content will be banned from this and all future iterations of the exchange. -Because of Tumblr, Ao3 and Discord TOS, you must be 13 to participate.

RULES FOR CREATING: - Make a good-faith effort to respect creator boundaries - Your gift doesn’t have to contain only requested characters, but it does have to centre on at least one requested character. - Any shipping must be kept to PG-13 levels or below unless your recipient specifically requested NSFW. Any non-requested NSFW is grounds for a ban from this and all future iterations of the exchange. -Respect your giftee's DNW. Any gift found to be in violation of a reasonable DNW is grounds for a ban from future iterations of the exchange. - Dark or Violent themes must be tagged appropriately -No AI-created content.

DISCORD LINK - Discord: [here]

CREATING RESOURCES: - How to add your fic to an Ao3 Collection. [link] - The Ao3 Collection. [link] - How to image-describe your art. [link1] [link2]

MINIMUM REQUIREMENTS: - Art (1 drawing, created to a standard you would normally post as “finished”) - Writing (1k+ words) - Playlist (2 hour-long playlists) - Moodboard (2 boards, at least 9 elements each, for a total of at minimum 18 elements between both boards. Speak to mods if that really doesn't work for your designs) - Web Weaving (1 board of at least 10 elements)

MISC: - Tag this blog as well, so we can reblog you! - You will not necessarily be matched with someone who matches your ‘willing to create about’ exactly. The goal is to have multiple matches, but in cases of more obscure requests you might be matched with someone who only has one commonality between your ‘willing to create’ and their wish list. In that case at least you know what to make your gift around pretty quickly. :D - Please send asks if you need information. If it is something you do not feel comfortable sending in an ask, you can message the head mod at @antimony-medusa - If you ask us a question about something that has been already outlined in this post we will not answer!

FAQ:

-I changed my mind about my gift list, I want to add something, what do I do? You can re-do your entry and we will delete the earlier version of any duplicate entries, or you send us an ask (off anon if you want an answer back) to change something (only minor changes using this method, please).

-Is there an Ao3 collection? I want to add my fic to it. There will be! It will be released once assignments are sent out.

-I added my fic to the Ao3 collection, but I can’t see it? The collection is currently set to ‘unrevealed’, so works can be added but won’t be visible before reveal day, so it’s all a surprise.

-I need to contact my recipient, but they have anon off! What do I do? Talk to us, we’ll contact them for you.

- I didn’t save my assignment message and now I’ve forgotten my assignment, what now? Get in contact with us, we’ll resend it.

-I can’t finish my gift by the deadline, what do I do? You have two options. Option one is to consider if you can still finish it by a couple days or a week or so later, and ask the mods if you can get an extension. We will check with your recipient to see if it’s okay to extend your deadline. Option two is to drop entirely, in which case you tell a mod, and we will assign your gift to a pinch-hitter so your recipient still gets something. In both cases, the important thing is that you get in contact with a mod ( @antimony-medusa is head mod) as soon as possible to figure out a plan.

-If I want to make more than one gift, can I? You can make as many gifts as you'd like! If you really enjoy making gifts, we suggest signing up as a Pinch Hitter in the discord

-I don't celebrate Christmas, can I sign up? This exchange welcomes all holidays (even a complete lack of holidays), and people will have an opportunity to opt in to what events they want represented in their gift, whether that's real-world holidays, imaginary minecraft events, or no holidays at all.

-I'm only a fan of a small server, can I sign up? You are very welcome to sign up even if your fandom doesn't have the most active tag, this is a broad MCYT exchange. We will do our best to match you with someone else who also likes your block people. If your fandom has less than a thousand fics on the archive, we recommend that you try and recruit friends into the exchange too, so you know that there are people who like the same characters as you in the matching pool. We can't absolutely promise to match on smaller characters, but we have run this exchange twice and we haven't had anyone be entirely unmatchable yet, so fingers crossed that continues.

-Is RPF allowed? While MCYT is in a fuzzy space while we're often close to RPF and many of our older works are still tagged with Video Blogging RPF, this is a character-focused exchange. You will not be able to request or offer direct RPF for this exchange.

-Is shipping allowed? Yes. For the comfort of the greatest number of participants, we ask that participants make a good-faith effort to ensure that any shipping is boundary-respecting, but because there is no broad fandom-wide consensus about how that is defined in specific cases (whether it's okay to write beeduo as /r or /p is an obvious case) or between specific fandoms (lifesteal approach to shipping is different from HBG is different from DSMP), the mods will not be policing any specific understanding of boundaries across the event. The event will operate on Don't Like Don't Read, in that everyone will have the chance to opt in for themselves as to if they are comfortable with shipping or NSFW for each specific character they want to work with, and mods will match based on that.

-Is NSFW allowed? Yes, NSFW is permitted as long as it respects creator boundaries, and both sides of the gift exchange are 18+. People will only be matched to others who specifically requested NSFW work. For the comfort of the greatest number of people in the exchange and the mod team, nothing that would warrant the tags Underage, Rape/Noncon, Dubcon, Adult/Minor, or Incest is permitted.

-My person requested characters I don't want to write, and one of them is a ship I don't like. What do I do? You are only expected to create a gift for the characters you matched on. If you offered to create for Grian (shipping allowed), Good times with Scar (shipping allowed) and Docm77 (only gen), and you matched to someone requesting Grian (shipping allowed), Docm77 (shipping allowed) and Keralis (only gen), you are only expected to make a gift with the characters and relationships you matched on, in this case, Grian. If you are entirely uncomfortable with your match, you can tell a mod, and we can take it off your hands and get it pinch-hit. You will still receive a gift.

-If noncon isn't permitted, is non-consentual touching (platonic) allowed? As technically a punch in the face counts as non-consensual touching, and pvp is a classic part of most MCYT canons, we find banning all nonconsensual contact to be unnecessarily restrictive. As long as nonconsensual contact is not sexual in nature, it is permitted, however, it must be tagged for adequately along with any other potentially triggering content.

-Do you allow dark or violent content? Yes. The lore of many mcyt servers includes death games, abuse, cannibalism, murder-for-hire, and other dark or violent themes. However, all potentially triggering content must be tagged for so readers and giftees can make an informed choice to get infolved or not. We would recommend that you not include particularly dark topics unless requested to by your giftee.

-What is a Pinch Hitter? A pinch hitter is a person who saves the day and steps in when the original creator is unable to deliver their work for whatever reason, making a new work on an accelerated timeline. You can sign up to be a Pinch Hitter in the discord.

-What is a DNW? All participants will have the opportunity to fill out a DNW, which stands for Do Not Want. This is anything that has the potential to ruin a gift for you. DNWs must be phrased politely, (so no "No foster aus because they suck and you suck if you like them"), and they must be reasonable, (so no attempting to box someone into a specific gift, i.e. "DNW anything that isn't a space au where Tommy is a dinosaur-hybrid and Tubbo is a ghost bee and they rampage through the living ship named Las Nevadas"), but they can be as petty (disliking specific art styles) or as broad-reaching (no modern aus, no specific ships, no crossovers with specific servers) as you like. Deliberately breaking someone's DNW is grounds for a ban from the exchange.

-When do I have to join the discord? You have the option to join the dicord and hang out as soon as signup starts on October 18, and you must join the discord so we can communicate with you by November 15. Anyone not in the discord once we start matching will have their sign-ups deleted.

-Is the discord a social server? Can I expect game nights? The discord is primarily an event server, we are not going to be hosting events. We will have a directory of other social servers, if you want to take a conversation started in the discord into a more convivial space.

-What's a check-in and how do they work? Check-ins are there to make sure everyone is on track to finish their piece in time, and to communicate any issues with the mods! If you know that you won’t be able to check in on a specific date (lack of internet, etc), please contact the mods in advance.

-What if I need to drop out? It is your responsibility to communicate with us if you need to drop out of the event for any reason, and we do need that communication. We know that life is no respecter of fic and art deadlines, so no hard feelings if something happens. However, we would hate for anyone to end up having no gift, so please think about this if you are thinking of dropping out close to reveals. Please inform us in advance if you must drop out or think you will not be able to complete your gift on time. Dropping out after the last check-in without informing the mods will result in not being permitted to take part in further events run by this mod team.

I have a question not answered here? Send us an ask on tumblr, contact @antimony-medusa on tumblr or discord!

#mcyt #mcytblr #gift exchange #fandom gift exchange #faq #holiday exchange 2023

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hurtmyfavsthanks · 2 months

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Febuwhump Day 18: Too Weak To Move

Content warning: (temporary) body modification, manipulation

“I truly must commend you for your efforts today. I know it was challenging, but I appreciate how cooperative you were.” Whumper complimented, tucked away in the dim light of the medical bay.

Whumper was meticulous in their work. They carefully stitched the wound together, unconcerned with the blood flowing between their fingers. The wound in the subject’s arm was a neat cut, running from the base of their forearm to just below their palm. It was deep, deep enough for Whumper to extract its right ulna.

They usually wouldn’t perform such care. It largely served to obstruct their view of the regeneration, the sort of disruption they would never allow. They would allow it today, however. Seeing how quickly the subject could regenerate such a grievous injury under optimal conditions was their goal at the moment.

Later on, they would need to see the bone’s regeneration firsthand. Flay the skin open, set a camera to diligently record the creation of bone from seemingly nothing.It would be fascinating. But that would come later.

The subject didn’t respond to the compliment, simply continuing to stare listlessly as Whumper worked.

Whumper gave the limp limb a tentative squeeze. Just faintly, they could feel the bone beginning to regenerate itself. If they had to guess, it would be fully reformed within a week.

They took a moment to mark down their findings, unbothered by the bloodstains they smeared on the notebook in the process, before continuing. “I'm still working to find a sedative that can circumvent your healing ability; as it stands, your body purges toxins too quickly for anything to be effective,” Whumper chucked. “On the brightside, that means you never have to worry about disease or infection. There’s a silver lining.”

”…How long until we’re done?”

The words were spoken in a whisper, as if the subject hadn’t wanted to be heard. Whumper finished on the last bandage. “We’re done right now, actually,” they kept their tone chipper, pretending not to understand. Giving the subject the chance to reconsider.

They didn’t. “Um. No I meant,” they licked cracked lips, voice hoarse from their screaming during the extraction. “This. I know it’s important. I know, I know but…,” a hitched breath, “I’m tired. I want to go home.”

Whumper paused, considering their response. Their research was too important to be restrained with a deadline. They would take all the time they needed to understand every aspect of its regenerative abilities, understand it so intimately that they could recreate it within another individual. It had taken months so far, and it would take several more years at least. That was the price to pay for progress.

They couldn't throw that potential away for one life. Whumpee was a selfish, selfish little thing for asking as much. In the back of their mind, Whumpee decided to put their research into an effective sedative on pause.

But the subject didn’t need to hear criticism. Whumper swallowed their anger.

“Soon, Whumpee” they lied, rubbing comforting circles into the subject’s limp hand, smearing blood. “The work we’re doing here will save millions. We’ll eliminate disease, make breakthroughs in the medical field only dreamed of. Just a little bit more, and I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”

“I know, but—”

“Think about Caretaker, Whumpee,” They interrupted. “They're sick, aren't they? They’re the reason you’re doing this. Aren’t they worth the sacrifice?”

The subject fell silent. Whumper could see conflict in their eyes, selfishness tempered by their love for Caretaker. Even that, Whumper knew, was selfish. That they’d willingly doom humanity to suffer the woes or mortality, but would hesitate for a single individual only spoke to how much of a base, self-serving thing Whumpee truly was.

When the subject turned their eyes downward, sucking in a shuddering breath, Whumper knew they’d won.

“I–I’m sorry. You’re right. I…We’ll keep working. I know you’re trying just as hard as I am.”

Whumper didn’t have to pretend to smile. “We’ve both had a long day, that’s all. I’m sure you’ll feel better once you’ve had a chance to recover,” Whumper scanned the subject’s barren room, considering. “Perhaps I can find something to liven this place up. Would you like that?”

The subject didn’t respond. their lips were a tight line, body trembling and tears beginning to form. It turned away, giving a silent nod.

Whumper made quick work of cleaning up their supplies. Once they were done, they left Whumpee to rest without another word. They closed the door behind them, not bothering to lock it. For now, the promise of healing Caretaker was confinement enough.

When that changed however, Whumper would be ready.

#whumpee #whumper #whump #febuwhump #febuwhump day 18 #febuwhump 2024 #manipulative whumper #whumpblr #my stuff

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feedthefandomfest · 1 month

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Comment Bingo: Smut Edition

Very simple rules: comment on a fic with the given tag in a particular square; repeat until you've completed 5 squares in a line

Very simple goals: encourage readers to comment on fics; encourage fandom writers to KEEP WRITING

STEPS:

Download Bingo Card HERE (png) or HERE (jpg) or HERE (pdf)

Complete the tasks on the card, marking off each as you go, until you've completed 5 in a line (vertical, horizontal, or diagonal; NO double-dipping; flame is a free space)

POST your winning card (or list your filled squares) and tag @feedthefandomfest! Glory in your victory.

REWARD:

✨ victory badges ✨

New badge for this card, but here are examples from previous cards:

Tag me when you earn a bingo (or double, triple, quadruple... FULL CARD bingo) and I'll reblog a shiny badge with your name on it to commemorate the win.

FAQ:

Can I comment on tumblr or only on AO3?

Either one is great! The tags are drawn from AO3, but most can be adjusted to suit tumblr as well, so I say go for it. Tumblr fics deserve love, too.

Can one comment count toward multiple squares if the fic fits more than one category?

Since the goal is for as many fics to receive comments as possible, try to comment on a different fic for each square.

Is there a time limit?

Nope! Take your time or set your own deadline, whatever works for you. This blog is still in its early experimental stage, so feedback welcome. Play around and let me know what you like and what might be added/changed—including ideas for squares on future cards!

Do I have to record progress on the actual card?

Nope! If it’s easier to keep track in a different way, that’s fine. This is all very honor system, so if you say you earned a Bingo, we’ll call it a win 🎉

Some people have been tracking not just completed tasks, but the fics they read along the way, so that when they post a bingo, they can also promote the fics/authors in a little rec list. Not required, but definitely cool to see!

Can I adjust the task in a particular square to suit my comfort level?

Of course! If you deliver something in the spirit of the task, then it’s all good. Use your best judgement in constructing a comment that will make the author smile, and you can consider it a job well done.

In general, so long as each square has produced at least one comment, you’re golden and I salute you 🫡

Happy commenting!!

#comment bingo #feed the fandom fest #smut edition #smut bingo #NEW CARD #happy commenting #may they bring the heat

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cmgiftexchange · 6 months

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CRIMINAL MINDS FANDOM GIFT EXCHANGE 2023 • sign ups now open

Hello and welcome to year two of the Criminal Minds gift exchange! We had an amazing turn out last year, so let’s see if we can outdo ourselves in 2023!

Here’s a recap on what it is we do here:

Firstly, what is a fandom gift exchange I hear you ask? That’s simple. It’s like Secret Santa, but instead of receiving a candle that someone got from their grandma last Christmas and didn’t want, you get a fan creation made (or written) just for you.

Okay, so how does it work? Everyone will both receive a gift, and create a gift. After the 14th, you will get a DM from us with the details of your recipient’s wish list, so you can get started. There will be a week’s window to post your gifts - starting Dec 19th - and you can choose to do this publicly on tumblr or AO3, or via direct message.

Do I get to choose my own recipient/Santa? You will be assigned both a recipient and a Santa based on your answers to the form at the end of this post. You will be matched by the ships and characters you’re willing to create for/wish to receive works about, the content you’re able to create or wish to receive, and any other factors we think might be relevant. This is so you don’t end up having to write a story for a character you don’t like, or a ship you can’t tolerate. We’ll ensure that you also don’t receive anything that might be triggering, upsetting, or inappropriate in terms of rating - as these are all things you’ll answer about on the form.

Okay so what fan works are allowed? FanFiction (anything over 1000 words), fanart, video edits, fanmixes (min. 8 tracks) and creative gif sets will all be accepted as gifts - the important thing being you should present something you yourself would be happy to receive (in terms of quality, a finished piece etc.) In the form, you can select preferences for these, as well as letting us know what type of creation you’re willing to gift. We will match you to your recipient and Santa through this.

We are allowing NSFW content in this exchange, however, as minors will also be allowed to participate, please read the info of your recipient very carefully to ensure you don’t gift someone something inappropriate. Also be sure to use the community guidelines on tumblr, and the rating system on Ao3 (if applicable) to ensure this content is seen by the correct eyes!

Okay, this sounds great! I’m in! What next? Please fill out this form and submit it before November 14th - be sure to thoroughly answer all the questions. You will receive a DM from this page on the 15th assigning you your recipient, including all the info stated in the form. No personal or private information will be corresponded! If you wish, you could follow your new fandom buddy, but we recommend you don’t do this until submission time as it may be very obvious! From the 19th December, you can begin to post your gifts, or send them privately. Any publicly posted gifts should include a tag for this account so we can repost them for everyone to see. We will also be creating an AO3 collection so be sure to add your fic to that.

The deadline for posting your gift will be the 25th December - if you are concerned you may not meet this deadline, please DM us and we will try to help. We don’t want anybody going empty handed this holiday season, but equally, we all know life gets in the way and there may be reasons you fall behind which we can help with.

Please reblog/share this with your friends so we can make this the best holiday exchange possible! Please note, not everyone will be celebrating the same holiday, or the holiday season at all, so please only theme your gift around the season if specified! Our ask box is open for any queries or concerns you may have. Happy gifting!

#criminal minds #criminal minds gift exchange 2023 #jemily #hotchniss #moreid #garvez #emily prentiss #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #obviously all ships and characters welcome these are just the most popular I think

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thatwasthenightthingschanged · 10 months

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MASTERPOST: eras tour presale (German dates)

since there’s already so much information floating around & we’ll probably get new info regularly, I’ve decided to create this post which collects all information available for the presale for Taylor’s German dates (Gelsenkirchen, Hamburg & Munich). I will pin this post to my blog and update it regularly! also, if you find information that is not on this list yet, please send it to me so I can update this post!

INFORMATION FOR ALL PRESALES OF THE GERMANY SHOWS

FYI: When in doubt, check out the FAQ page of eventim for the Germany shows!

+ I don’t know enough about the other European shows to be able to give you 100% right answers (keep that in mind if you send me an ask about those shows 😊)

UPDATED: July 11th, 7pm CET (latest two updates are marked through cursive font)

REGISTRATION for the pre-sale is only possible until June 23rd at 10am Central European Time (CET) (note: the website also names 23:59 as the time when registration ends. I don’t know which time is the right one, so I’d advise you to register before 10am). To register, click here or follow the link on Taylor’s homepage. Important information regarding registration:

Make sure to register with the same email address you use for your eventim account. They‘ve stated that they will check all e-mail addresses to make sure bots don’t get access, and they do so through checking if the email address refers to a valid eventim account. If you haven’t gotten an account under the email address yet, you should be safe as long as you create an account for it until registration ends (Friday, June 23rd).

Registration does NOT guarantee you will receive a code. They will randomize who will get a code, and the rest of the people who signed up will be put on a wait list.

it does NOT matter when you’ve registered, as long as it is before the deadline ends. like I’ve said, it’s randomized.

you should receive an email from eventim. in it, you have to confirm your registration. however, it might take a while for you to receive the email (e.g. on the first day of registration some people had to wait quite a while to receive the email, as the servers were overloaded).

YOU HAVE TO REGISTER FOR PRESALE TO BE ABLE TO BUY TICKETS! one of the venues tweeted that you’ll only get to buy tickets if you’re registered for pre-sale (x). (don’t know if that means there won’t be a general sale for now)

you have to register separately for each show you want to have access to. If you for example aim for Hamburg and Gelsenkirchen, you cannot make a joint registration for them. click on “register now!” for the dates you’re interested in (see screenshot below)

you cannot register for the additional shows that were announced for Germany. The registration you’ve done before suffices. Via the company organising it: The code you’ll get for a city is valid for all the shows in one city. aka: you can pick the date you want to get tickets for, for example if you’ve gotten a code for Munich you can choose between the two dates.

eventim said that whether ticketholders of Lover Fest Berlin tickets will get a separate presale is up to the concert company organizing the concert, therefore they don’t have any information on it. I personally don’t think there will be a presale for Lover Fest Berlin ticket holders.

The PRESALE for the German shows will take place on July 12th. Important information regarding the presale:

please note that the presale for some of the European shows takes place on July 11th or other dates. however, July 12th applies to all shows in Germany.

The times when the presale starts are now different! The Gelsenkirchen presale starts at 9am, the Hamburg presale at 11am and the presale for the Munich shows at 1pm CET.

If you were chosen (per the email on July 5th), you will receive your code via email until July 11th, 5pm CET at the latest.

click on the link in this email for access.

it is very likely you’ll be sent to the waiting room. eventim says this about the waiting room: When completing your ticket purchase, stay within one browser window. Opening multiple windows or tabs to purchase tickets may result in errors.

tickets are limited to four per customer per unique code. this means: if you receive a code for, for example, Hamburg, you can pick a date and purchase up to four tickets for that date. If you purchase four tickets for that one date, you cannot use that code anymore. If you, however, only purchase two tickets, you can purchase two tickets for the second show as well with that code (see eventim’s reply).

UPDATE: please note that each code only refers to a specific venue. once you’ve gotten through the queue on presale day, you can only buy tickets for that one venue, but you can choose which date you’d like to try for. If you receive codes for several venues, you have to finish purchasing your first order before you get purchase tickets for another venue.

TICKET CODES CANNOT AND SHOULD NOT BE SHARED OR TRANSFERRED. you might not be able to buy tickets if you do so. (imo transferring does work if you’ve got the other person’s account info, as the code is specific to the eventim account tied to it)

tickets will be sold until inventory lasts.

per eventim’s faq page you can only deposit your payment info into your account if you buy tickets from the website. Otherwise it is NOT possible to save your payment info in your account before the sale. But! This should not matter since, after you have added a ticket to your basket, that ticket will be reserved for you for approx. 15 minutes, so plenty of time to put in your payment info! But you should still make sure to check if your credit card has a spending limit!

UPDATE: Tickets will be personalized for the person from whose account the tickets are bought. the people accompanying them do not have to be noted when buying. The buyer of the tickets has to attend the concert! If for some reason the buyer cannot go, you can transfer the tickets to someone else, but it’s a rather lengthy process. an example for how to transfer personalized tickets for a different artist can be found on eventim’s faq page under 3.

UPDATE: USEFUL INFORMATION FOR BEFORE THE PRESALE

make sure you have your password and payment method ready!

clear your cache & cookies!

you CAN and SHOULD already click the link in your presale code email before presale starts. the link sends you to the general presale page. Pick the date of the show you want to attend & click on the grey button to at the right (I’ve added a screenshot below but it’s for the Vienna shows for which the presale was already today, so the button is blue. The button tomorrow will be gray before presale). NOTE: dates may appear twice, as you can see below. the date at the top is always for regular tickets, the one below for vip tickets:

after you have clicked the button, you will be send to a page which will say sth along the lines of “presale hasn’t started yet”

They’ll open a waiting room 30 minutes before presale starts. This waiting room will refresh & send u to the queue automatically once the clock hits the time of the presale. I don’t know whether it influences your position in the queue but I would recommend going into it anyway.

you will be send to the queue once presale starts. DO NO OPEN ANY OTHER TABS OR BROWSERS ANYMORE ONCE YOU’RE IN THE QUEUE! if you do, you’ll lose your spot in the queue.

If you’re WAITLISTED:

per eventim’s faq page, this means that you’re waitlisted until more, if any, tickets become available for your chosen city.

if that is the case, you will be notified via email with the relevant information & timing details.

your notification may come at ANY TIME after July 12, 2023.

eventim & all the venues recommend signing up to the Taylor Nation newsletter in case new presales happen/more shows are added

PRICES & SEATING:

eventim tweeted that they don’t know the prices for tickets until pre-sale begins (it was the same with the Lover Fest Berlin show). so I’d recommend setting yourself a budget (x)

UPDATE: eventim finally released the seating maps for all of the shows! here’s the one for Gelsenkirchen:

this is the map for Hamburg:

and this is the map for Munich:

UPDATE: for Vienna, you could not pick your seat but only the price category of your ticket. eventim tweeted they can’t tell whether that will be the case tomorrow. So, once again, set yourself a budget!

INFORMATION SPECIFIC TO THE GELSENKIRCHEN SHOW (VELTINS-ARENA)

Link to the venue’s site for Taylor’s concert

the stadium will sell hospitality tickets - those will go on sale on July 12th, 10am, too (you’ll be able to buy them under this link)

below, you’ll find the general seating chart for the stadium. They will close the roof of the stadium in case of rain, so - in contrast to Munich - you’ll be sheltered from it anywhere.

General Advice

the venue is cashless - alternatively you can buy a card from them onto which you can load money via cash or use the “schalke 04″ app to preload money on a digital card. this is relevant for buying merch! the physical card might also have a special design for Taylor’s show. (thank you @youlooklikeasixtiesqueen for the info! for more information, you can read her full asks he/re)

INFORMATION SPECIFIC TO THE HAMBURG SHOW (VOLKSPARKSTADION)

below, you’ll find the general seating chart for the stadium. All seats in the bowl are covered by a roof, the floor isn’t.

INFORMATION SPECIFIC TO THE MUNICH SHOW (OLYMPIASTADION)

(I’ve actually been to a concert in this venue before, so if you need info re: where to sit & what the venue is like, send me an ask!)

Link to the venue’s site for Taylor’s concert

General Advice

the Olympiastadion has a roof (in case it rains). but! only sections E2 until V1 one are fully under it, with sections F1 to G2 and U2 to S2 being partially roofed (see general seating chart below). I had tickets for section U2 at my concert and I would actually recommend not going further than this if you really want to be covered by the roof.

if you’re looking for cheap tickets: there should be standing tickets available for the bowl (besides the regularly seated tickets) and those should be the cheapest ones. I can highly recommend them! I had standing tickets for section U2. This section is tiered and has sectioned off rows. Each row consists of two stone steps on which you can sit down. So, imo, it’s essentially like having seats but paying much less money. And you have a great view from them! You also don’t have to worry about when you arrive - they fill these rows up from the back, so technically if you arrive shortly before the show begins, you should be at the front of the section.

#eras tour presale masterpost #! :) as promised #there might already be info missing here so pls bear w me i'm still trying to process everything

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