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love-belle · 4 months

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well, i'm still in love with you !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their fall-in-love-again era is them soft launching each other while driving their friends wild.

for when you're still in love with them and will be for forever. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader

prequel - saw ur mom at the grocery store ·˚ ༘

warnings - language. suggestive jokes (???)

author's note - im so SORRY for not updating life is CRAZY rn like ???? so much has happened like im in LOVE im DONE with SCHOOL i have EXAMS SJSHSJSJKSKS im so sorry i hope u like this i love u all <3

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charles_leclerc we'd still worship this love

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 4 months

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I feel like if Steve had performed CPR on Eddie while Nancy drove the RV back to the hospital and brought Eddie back, Eddie would be bragging about Steve kissing him and Steve having a crush on him. He'd be an absolute menace about it.

"It wasn't a kiss. It was CPR!" Steve would yell.

"Sure, Stevie, and I'm sure everyone in here believes that," Eddie would wink at him from his hospital bed. "I've seen Nancy, I'm definitely your type."

Robin's laughing about it along with everyone else, thinking it was just a joke for Eddie, and she could tell that Steve wasn't actually hurt by it because if he was, Robin would kick Eddie's ass.

"This is a kiss!" Steve exclaimed and slammed his lips to Eddie's before quickly pulling back. "What I did was breathe air into your lungs. . . What?"

"Oh," Eddie breathed softly as he touched his lips.

Robin's eyes were wide as she looked at Steve like everyone else did. Okay, she knew about her best friend, but she did not think he would do that.

"Steve, you just kissed Eddie," Dustin said.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry. I didn't really think about it because everyone pretty much knows about me. . . ," Steve said. "And they're cool with it."

"No, harm, Steve. It's just a kiss between friends. I kiss Jeff all the time. He thinks it's funny," Eddie said, laughing. "I don't actually think you're gay for me, Steve."

"Well, no, I'm not gay for you," Steve said.

"Yeah, I know, I just said that," Eddie scoffed. "You need to get your hearing checked, man."

"I'm actually partially deaf in one ear," Steve replied and Eddie sighed, looking guilty.

"HI, I'm Eddie Munson. Sometimes I put my giant ass foot in my mouth," he said, holding out his hand, and Steve took it, smiling in amusement. "Sorry, man."

"It's alright. No harm," Steve said, grinning. "While, I'm not gay for you. I am completely bisexual for you."

"You're what?"

"Bisexual."

"What?"

"BI - SEX - UAL," Steve sounded out. "Jesus, now who's the deaf one?"

"Okay. I don't know what that means. Wait! Hold on! I think I can figure this one out," Eddie said. "Okay, so if bilingual means that you speak more than one language, then bisexual must mean. . .Do you like more than one sex?"

Steve grinned, tapped his nose and pointed at him.

"Wow," Robin said with wide eyes.

"Give him a break, Robin. He's on a lot of pain medication," Dustin said. "He got there, didn't he?"

"So, if bisexual is a thing that means that me checking out Jeff's ass wasn't because I liked his jeans!" Eddie exclaimed.

Steve scowled and crossed his arms, scoffing as he turned away from Eddie.

"Jeff," Steve said angrily. "He didn't kiss you back to life."

"I thought you said it was CPR," Max said.

"Eddie, man, I think you're making Steve jealous," Lucas said.

Eddie grinned at Steve's back, and his eyes landed on his ass.

"You know, whenever Jeff and I used to get high in the back of my van, we'd get really handsy with each other. Now that I think about it, that wasn't very straight of me," Eddie giggled. "Maybe when I get out of here, I should ask him out."

Steve whirled around with his hands on his hips.

"Are you fucking kidding me, right now, Munson?" Steve asked and Eddie laughed.

"Lucas is right. You are jealous," Eddie said. "Me and Jeff never did any of that. Baby, the only man I want to get handsy with in the back of my van is you."

"Really?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," Eddie said.

Steve leaned down to kiss him, Eddie welcoming it gladly.

"I'm not sure if I say 'aww' or try to burn the image of our babysitter getting felt up by our dungeon master in the back of his van," Mike scowled.

Robin rolled her eyes as she started to push everyone out of the room. It was just in time too because she's pretty sure her best friend just got goosed.

"Eddie!"

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 1 year

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**Ahem ehem** slides over 5 boxes of sweets more cow reader content pls:D

Yall're gonna make me gain 20lbs i swear

CW: fem cow hybrid reader (reader has breasts and a vagina), bull hybrids, F/M/M/M/M, smut, pet names, vaginal sex, double penetration, handjobs, oral (male receiving), creampies, cumshots

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"Y/N~" cooed one of the bulls as he slipped beside you. "Where ya goin?"

"To the field," you replied, pointing to the pasture behind the barn.

"Mmm, what're ya gonna do out there?"

"Dunno," you shrugged. "Maybe take a nap. It's really nice out today."

"Mmhm, it is. I'll come with you. Pretty thing like you shouldn't be out there on your own." You laughed breathily, brushing him off. You knew what he was trying to do.

"Ah, you don't have to. I'll be okay, I'm just going to that tree over there."

"But that's so faaaaar. I'll miss you if you go that far away." His hand found your waist, giving your soft flesh a squeeze. "Cmon, lemme go with you and keep you company."

"Oi." The two of you turned to see another one of the bulls approaching you. "He botherin you, sweetcheeks?"

"N-No..."

"Yeah right. He's trynna get you alone, huh?"

"Was not."

"Was to. It's fuckin obvious yer trynna keep her to yerself."

"Fellas, fellas," called out the third bull as he came back into the barn. "No fightin, not in front of Y/N. Yall promised to share."

"Yeah," chimed in the fourth bull as he snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. "This heifer is all of ours, not just yours, 'kay?" The first and second bulls huffed, crossing their arms, looking away. The third bull sucked his teeth, smacking the other two's shoulders.

"Lighten up. Yall agreed to this last week. Quit poutin and suck it up."

"Hmm so where were ya headed, Y/N?" the fourth asked.

"Out to the field... u-under the tree. I was gonna take a nap."

"Yeah? Why dontcha take a nap in here, pretty?" He pressed his hips into your backside, his cock twitching against your ass. "We could all take a nap together."

"I dunno... I kinda wanted to take a nap alone..."

"Whaaaat? Why's that? Dontcha wanna cuddle with us, princess?" asked one.

"I-I do, but—"

"But nuthin, baby girl. Let's all sleep here. We can cuddle up in here where it's nice and cool, don't that sound nice?"

"I dunno..."

"Come oooooon, Y/N," cooed another. "Let's go to bed in here, have a nice lil nap before dinner."

You weren't given the chance to choose: the four bulls were already dragging you along to your pen, surrounding you on all sides.

"So... who do ya wanna sleep next to?"

"Um—"

"She's sleepin by me."

"And me."

"Now hold on, yall got to sleep next to her last night! We should have a turn."

"Yeah."

"Y/N likes sleeping by me the most, dontcha, pretty?"

"Well—"

"Shut up, you don't know shit!"

"Look who's talkin!"

"W-Wait!" you shouted, grabbing all of their attention. "Please don't fight, it makes me sad. I hate when you guys fight..."

The four bulls softened at that, sighing and glancing at each other.

"We're sorry, baby."

"Yeah, we didn't mean to upset you."

"We just... we all just like you so much."

"Yeah, and we just wanna spend time with you."

"We're sorry."

"I forgive you," you muttered, "just don't do it anymore, okay?"

"Okay, princess."

"We promise to do better."

"Okay... thank you."

"You don't gotta thank us, sweetcheeks."

"Yeah, we should be thanking you."

"...What for?"

"For lettin us do this." The bull behind you cupped your tits, giving them a gentle squeeze. You gasped, tensing under his touch.

"W-What?!"

"Mmm, yeah, and for this." Another bull reached out, cupping your pussy in his large hand, grinding his palm against you.

"W-Wait! You said we'd take a nap!"

"We will, we will."

"But we can have some fun first, can't we?"

One bull grabbed your ass, another ran his hand over his stomach. Their big hands started roaming your body, kneading your plush flesh. You whined, squirming under their touch.

"Aww, look at her."

"She's so cute."

"Just wanna eat you up, princess."

"Wanna spoil you."

"Wanna make you feel good."

Before you knew it, you were maneuvered into one's lap, his thick cock prodding at your cunt. Two of them slowly lowered you down onto his cock, the third one kissing you and swallowing your moans. Once you adjusted to the first, you felt another bull behind you, his fat cock prodding at your cunt as well, stretching your poor hole.

"W-Wait! I can't fit two of you!"

"Cmon, baby, let's just try."

"Bet it'll feel soooo good, pretty."

"Lemme just—"

The head of his cock popped inside of you, making you gasp. You scratched at the bull's shoulders below you, moaning as the second bull pushed in slowly, filling you to the brim. You whined once his hips met yours, feeling sooo full.

"There, look at that. It fit just fine."

"Ahh... I-I can't do this—"

"Shhh, just breathe baby. This'll feel so good in a minute."

The two bulls pulled out, pushing back in and making you gasp for air. They started slow, pumping in and out of you, taking your breath away with each thrust.

"Hey, cmon, sweetcheeks. Ya got two hands, dontcha?"

The other two bulls guided your hands to their hard cocks, coaxing you to wrap your fingers around them and start jerking them off. The four of them rocked against you slowly, low moans filling the room as they used you for their pleasure. One of them starting rubbing your clit, another one rubbed your nipples. You became a moaning mess within minutes, gasping and whining as they filled you up your cunt and hands. One of them gently turned your face towards his cock, pushing the head past your lips. You sucked the head of his cock for a minute before the other bull pulled you off, directing your head towards his own cock and pushing it into your mouth.

You didn't know how long it all lasted or how many times you came. All you knew was that you were feeling such an intense pleasure that you were on the verge of tears.

"Oh god—"

"Shit, gonna..."

"Me too."

"Gonna cum in you, baby."

"Gonna cum on your face."

"You want it baby?"

"Want our cum?"

"Beg us for it, princess."

"Beg for our cum."

You were feeling faint, but somehow you managed to form words.

"P-Please! Cum in me, cum on me! Want it, want it so bad! Give it to me, please, please!"

"Aw fuck—"

"Atta girl—"

"Gonna give it to ya real good—"

"Open wide, sweetcheeks—"

You barely processed what happened next. All you knew was that you felt fuller, and warm liquid spilled on your face and chest. Loud moans and groans filled the barn, almost deafening. Hands smoothed over your skin, wiping your face as they pulled their cocks out of you. You felt kisses on your cheeks as you wiped your eyes, whispers of love and praise filling your ears.

"Such a good girl."

"So proud of you."

"Thank you, princess."

"Made us feel so good."

"Always feel so good with you."

"Love you, baby."

"So fucking much."

Moments passed, and suddenly you were being moved again, onto another bull's lap.

"Now it's my turn to be inside that pretty little cunt."

"Me too!"

"Wanna feel your mouth, baby."

"Just lick me real quick, pretty, that's all I want."

You were in for a long night.

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lunar-wandering · 6 months

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things about the Boboiboy series that drive me NUTS (this list is written solely from memory)

the fact that the first three elements, Wind, Earth, and Lightning, didn't really start out as having different personality's from Boboiboy himself (at least, not by much/it wasn't extremely noticable) but then, Lightning, after being split for too long, losing his memories completely, and achieving tier 2, becoming Thunderstorm, suddenly goes all Edgy(TM). and then Wind eats a mood-changing potion and goes manic, and not only does that unlock his tier 2, making him Cyclone but that becomes his personality. like. hello??? the implications.... and then later on, Fire, Water, Leaf, and Light manifest WITH their personalities pre-set. what??? the vague implication that the elements are sentient and the personalities started becoming more obvious when Boboiboy's mind started slipping/letting them have freer reign haunts me every day.

speaking of Fire's manifestation. he initially manifested from the stress of exams and walked around accidentally burning shit down in the middle of the night. what a mood tbh.

if the elements are sentient, the implications of Retak'ka stealing them from Boboiboy and using them- without having his personality change, is INSANE. like bro. he used them as a weapon instead of letting them be actual people..... and then later on in the comics Thunderstorm gets taken away AGAIN and is trapped in a sword, a literal weapon, and is used. again. HELLO????

both of the first times Thunderstorm gets summoned (both the obvious first time and the first time after they all got reset to tier 1 due to Complications) involving his phobia kills me every time why the FUCK did they do that. they didn't even address it the second time around but they animated Lightning looking like he was in distress anyways. WHY DID THEY DO THAT TO HIM. i know he's the fave but like. was this necessary.

BOBOIBOY JUST DECIDING "Y'KNOW WHAT??? I'M GONNA INVENT FUSIONS NOW HERE WE GO" IN THE SECOND MOVIE AND PROCEEDING TO ABSOLUTELY WIPE THE FLOOR WITH RETAK'KA

i could list so much Thunderstorm stuff tbh he's definitely the fave they give him so many cool bits of animation. he does the "teleports behind you" move SO OFTEN and it's SO GOOD

Leaf's deadpan "Fashion Tragedy" line

that one time Boboiboy split into Fire, Wind, and Leaf, and EVERYONE agreed he shouldn't have done that and should never do it again cause those three have negative braincells when in a group together

the songs??? like. the opening songs. the insert songs used in the movies. the OST. why the hell are they so good. i mean i know i personally like em cause they tend to use rock. but like. its SO GOOD.

Yaya and Ying being arguably the two most powerful/capable members of the friend group as they should

that one time Thunderstorm and Fang fought and they paused right before hitting each other and the objects behind both of them exploded from the force of the other's attack

in the first movie when it hinted that we'd see Boboiboy without his hat for the first time ever throughout the entire movie and then it FINALLY HAPPENED when he caught a giant hammer right before it could hit him and punched the dude away with a blast of energy. he has a white streak in his hair and it's visible in the series from this point onwards.

I KNOW IVE SAID A LOT OF THUNDERSTORM SCENES BUT THAT POINT IN GALAXY WHERE HE WAS USING TIER 2 BEFORE HE SHOULD'VE BEEN USING IT AND HE KEPT SWAPPING IN BETWEEN BOBOIBOY AND THUNDERSTORM THROUGHOUT THE FIGHT??? THAT WAS COOL AS FUCK I LOVED THAT

i could list so many of the really cool shots from this series tbh. that one time Light slow-mo backflipped over a bunch of debris and then activated laser eyes to shoot at the villain is a highlight.

literally everything about the fact the plot of this show went from "aliens come to earth to steal chocolate" to "boboiboy nearly fucking dies on an almost daily basis"

#Boboiboy

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bu-blegh-ost · 8 months

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What Chip's current condition may possibly mean for both him and the crew (a theory of sorts)

Spoilers for ep. 109 and 110. Heed the warning.

Okay, so ever since ep. 109 came out I've been frantically reading about undead and what does it mean for your pc to be undead. I stayed silent about it, cause I wasn't sure if Nik could fix this, but now that ep. 110 is out I'd like to share some of the things I found, for folks like me, who do not know much abt DnD yet.

So, in a long list of features the undead have, most prominent problem is how hard it is to heal them. None of Jay's or Gillion's spells can heal Chip now, we'd need a spell that normally damages people, like necromancy spells, since they have a reverse efffect on the undead, and none of them has access to that currently. Not only that, once Chip's health reaches zero at this state, that's it. No death saves, no going unconscious or going down. That's it, which is why the moment he turned undead, Jay started spamming the temporary HP canon. So Chip doesn't lose any of his core health pool. If he did die in this state, from then on, only a spell called Wish (if I'm not mistaken a lvl 9 Sorcerer wish, so Gillion could do that if he cranked up three more levels in sorcery real quick) or True Ressurection could save him. But these two spells would also bring Chip back to life as a regular person, not the undead, so it would be cool to seek out someone who could do that for them at the most convenient time.

To balance it out, Chip is resistant to a shit ton of attack types, including poison, physical, necrotic and many other. To top it off with Chip's evasion skills, I'm giving him good chances to either minimalize or negate most damage in this form. And well, considering everything, he'd be wise to take every opportunity to do so, joke damage taking is no longer an option, I think. Also Gillion needs to be very careful with radiant damage around Chip, cause it's very effective on the undead. Chip getting hit by Gillion's strike may damage him greatly, and the two need to be very careful around each other from now on :(((

And the most interesting thing I found is the Undead Hunger variant. Some undead can just live on for centuries and be fine without a need to feed on something. But some, even the intelligent ones like Chip, may need a bit more than that, and given that very ominous intelligence check Grizzly made him roll at the end of the day, I'm thinking he's implementing the hunger rule on Chip. Lemme tell you a bit about it.

So Undead Hunger is a Variant Rule that DMs use on player characters that are undead sometimes. And that means that once in a while Chip would have to feed on some sort of specific type of morsel to satisfy his craving, or suffer the cosequences. There are two variants of undead that can make roll for this: Inescapable Craving or Diet Dependent. The player in that case rolls for willpower, which DMs usually make a wisdom or intelligence check. In our case Grizzly chose intelligence, and Chip passed with a 19. The DC for Inescapably Craving Undead is 25, but the DC for Diet Dependent Undead is 15. So from that I deduced that Chip would be a Diet Dependent Undead, since he passed the roll.

Hunger for the Undead is like addiction to the living. This means that unless Chip can resist it with a succesful roll, he may become more agressive, anxious, violent or even self-destructive the longer he is denied a preferred meal. If he can't eat, he'll have to roll for keeping himself at bay every three days. He doesn't have to roll if he eats.

So you may ask now: what happens if he fails one to many times? This is the interesting part. So if Chip fails his once per three days intelligence check, the DM will make him take ability damage. That means that one of his stats (wisdom, strength, dexterity etc.) will reduce by a whatever number Grizzly sees fit (Chip can get all the lost points back the moment he eats). In the guide I've read it says that wisdom is the most crucial ability score to lose, tho I'm unsure if the DM takes away only from wisdom or if he can take any of the stats, I may need to read more on that. But the thing is, the more rolls Chip fails, the more wisdom he may loose, and please note, Chip does not have much wisdom to begin with (but he does have high intelligence so thank the gods for that at least).

The less wisdom Chip has, the more desperate he gets when it comes to eating. He may start seeking out more risky ways to get fed or do things he normally wouldn't to get it. Hunger can't kill him though, it may just make him lose himself (hence that comment of Grizzly's about him needing to hold onto his sense of self, at least that's what I think that is). Once Chip reaches wisdom score 0, Bizzly actually loses control over him, and Grizzly takes over Chip and he plays Chip as he was a wild enemy beast. In that state Chip can throw himself on anyone or anything that can provide him food, his mind completely lost. He can hurt others, attack his crew. He can do anything the DM determines a starved mindless beast would do.

He can come back to his senses once more, when he does feed on whatever is decided his preferred meal is, all his wisdom regained and all, but the consequences of his actions, when he was not himself, the dreadful realisation that he is now a monster, who needs to be kept in check so he doesn't hurt the people he loves...This may be a lot for Chip to take. If this were to happen, he'll need a lot of his crewmates' support and reassurance, and a lot of honesty will be demanded from Chip. He'd have to warn people around him and make sure everyone knows how he's feeling, if he needs help in finding food. Casue hiding this hunger may result in tragedy.

And of course, it doesn't help that they are where they are now. In any case, if Grizz decides that Chip's favourite meal is humanoid flesh (beyond cruel is what that would be), they are fucked, basically. If it is the flesh of any other creature or animal, well they are also fucked, because they are in a motherfucking Black Sea, so good luck finding anything consumable like this either way.

But hey, of course do remeber that in the end these are just my conclusions based on what I read. Grizzly might not be even using any of these rules, cause he's the DM and he can do whatever he wants. I just thought that based on what we saw, this is very likely to happen (consider it a theory of mine for the time being). If you would like to read more about it, I'll leave you the link to this one really good website that I found most of the information on. I can't confirm its relaibility, but it looks very informative, comprehensive and thought out, and thus far was the most thorough source I found, so I'm personally willing to trust it. But please do find out for yourself. That'll be it, see you and I hope you had fun reading!

Link to the website: https://www.realmshelps.net/monsters/aboutundead.shtml#undeadhunger

UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!

Tags written out by the wonderful @dinzeeyz !!! They explained here what is ACTUALLY happening to Chip, not a theory, facts from the boys themselves! Please make sure to read them!!!

Well, there it is folks! Of course, I do not mind that I was wrong! The fun part in theorizing is not being right or wrong, but the journey one takes to find out the truth! And the truth is SO much more horrifying than I could ever think! You see, I was kinda thinking abt ways for Chip to still function while undead, but there is NO FUNCTIONING WHATSOEVER APPARENTLY. Grizzly's not playing, and the prospect of losing Chip forever is real oh dear OMG, that's absolutely insane!!! Please feel welcome to discuss this, I'll be definitely making more posts about this once I have a little more time but holy shit guys. We need to fix that boy up F A S T. If we lose Chip, I'm not recovering-

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baohanhanesel · 3 months

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World Praise Day with TF141

GN Reader, no warnings. Could be read as both platonic and romantic. 🤷

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick did see what was coming. The shit-eating grin on your face spoke loudly. He had a feeling you would make one of your casual "to blow off some steam" jokes until he saw your eyes look him up and down. He choked on thin air.

"Are you checking me out, mate?"

"Your body's a sight for sore eyes. The fair amount of muscle and flush skin." You brought your fingers to your lips, kissing them and flicking your wrist away; you sent him an air kiss. It damaged him as if you called an air strike on the guy.

"Load of bullshit, aren't you?" He laughed, eyes crinkling while he smiled

"There it is!" You threw your hands up in the air. "The beauty my art is inspired from!"

"Shut your trap, geez... Don't bring the sketchbook into this, sappy bastard." As much as he tried to play it cool he was flustered. His face got red and laughter started to sound lighter than ever.

"Love your smile" you say." The way your lips curl upward is mesmerizing. The shade of your lips is pretty by itself." The specific praise was doing things. You knew. He knew.

"About to kiss you with these pretty lips if you do not shut up." He chuckled, smirk wide as ever. He was happy and a kiss would only let you know just how happy you were making him. So when you did not stop, you were made just as happy as he was.

John "Soap" Mactavish had just joined you in the common room, you were ready to attack once you caught a glimpse of his messy mohawk.

"Always taking care of yourself like a good man. Even when it is messy it remains just as pretty. Do you even have bad hair days?" Your smile got wider and wider while you took his startled expression in. He blinked, then smiled brightly. "Would die for your smile, Mactavish. Pretty privileges everyday,"

"Yer aff yer heid, lass/lad. "He laughed hard, smirk bright as the damn sun. "Ya know how it feels tae hae the privilege How's it feel, ay?"

You flushed back at the counter attack and the smile. You were just about to make your own move before he reached for your hand "Haes seen war, aye breathtaking. You'd be mah choice in mah lest breath. If a'm jammy enough tae see ye as th' lest damned thing oan earth, ah'd already hae taken a taste o' heavens."

You stopped functioning. His heavy Scottish accent was getting your head fuzzy. The praise attack you started is getting overpowered by his flirt attack. And boy, he is winning.

"Mactavish." you warn him, yielding. He is too good you fear your face is no different than a tomato right now.

"Yah whit's it? My bad!" He brings your hand to his lips. "Ah cannae use mah bonny privileges now? Na? " Fuck him and his confident smirk. You don't know whether to slap him or kiss him.

Captain John Price had just light up a cigarette, letting it stay in-between his lips while he looked through the reports you just brought in.

"Another successful mission. We nailed the mission, captain. Saved our asses, without lead we'd be dead." Praising his work did little, but you had to start somewhere. He gave a tight lipped smile, exhaling the smoke. "Your hat's fitting you nicely, sir. The way it casts a shadow over your temple brings your eyes out. A sight, it is."

He grumble-laughs. You don't know which. You'll go with the latter though. "Your beard, too. Gathers your features together Strict 'n all?"

He dismisses you with a nod and a forced smile. You can see his eyes doing best to not look at you. "Can I get started on your scent?"

"Don't." he snorts, raising his one hand up to rub his temples, tilting his head down. You were about to yield until you notice he was actually trying to suppress a smile.

"I'd do just about anything to see that smile, sir. Makes me proud of myself." You blurt out, because you are willing to take your chances.

"Lovely cheeky thing "he chuckles, blush covering his entire face. "Pretty personality to match your face. You are a strong soldier, I am always proud of you."

Your smile widens.

"Happy world praise day, love." your smile falters, you end up laughing because he knew what you were at but despite it all he still let you humour him.

"Not a single word was a lie."

"As was mine. Back to work, love."

You shake your head, walking out of the office. Today's been very efficient so far.

Simon "Ghost" Riley was cleaning his gun while you were sitting across from him, sewing shut a gash on your uniform. You stole a few glances before collecting enough courage to speak. You were a brave soldier. Bravest of them all. You surely could praise the man before you with that courage.

"Good work" You beam "So fast too."

"Is all experience." He grunts. "You'd be fast too if your hand got on one of these." He had a tinge of sarcasm in his voice.

You had a feeling it was because you dislocated your shoulder in the last mission while using a rifle. It was bad luck. Not like you were that inexperienced. He just liked to toy with you.

"You are the best, lieutenant. I don't have to do much with cleaning."

"Because?"

"You clean the battlefield well enough for us all."

"As I should." So praising his work wouldn't work. "Your eyes, always so expressive. You like our banters, sir?"

"Naturally." He scolds, hands fidgeting with the gun.

"I like your presence. You are safe. You are the safe for me." He didn't utter a single word after that. "Always patient with me too. I am grateful for you. Can always rely on you. You are strong in every aspect."

You notice him hanging his head too low, eyes dragging on the ground. He is... flattered? You don't know but it doesn't seem bad. His eyes are actually very expressive as you stated earlier. But it is not enough to tell everything he feels. So you stop for a moment before he starts the conversation again.

"You trust a man with a mask?"

"I trust the man under that mask. Pretty like your knife skills, yeah? I never doubt it, witnessing it myself." This earns him a full-blown laughter.

"Enough." He cuts you then, standing up. He is burning red under that mask. He can't help but feel embarrassed. The silence caught into you, you blink at him. Did you go a bit too far?

"Thank you." he spats the word as if it is dirt in his mouth and he leaves, overwhelmed by you.

#call of duty #cod #cod modern warfare #john soap mactavish #soap cod #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #johnny mactavish #simon riley #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz cod #captain john price #john price #price cod #tf 141 #task force 141

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beyondthisdarkhouse · 1 year

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Feeling really nostalgic about July 17-18, 2008, the last time I believed in Joss Whedon

It was just cool, you know? Doctor Horrible's Sing-Along Blog dropped in three separate pieces over the course of the week. We'd get 15 minutes of story, and then two days to froth over the whys and wherefores in Livejournal comments before the next piece came out. And those days were so good.

Buffy fans are so fucking smart, y'all. They could combine academic rigor with unselfconscious fangirl squee. Squee was a hermeneutical method, a mode of interrogating the text--one we often dismiss and diminish, because if there's anything grosser than teenage girls getting goopy over a vampire they like, it's 30 or 50 or 70-year-old women getting goopy over a vampire they like. But it's similar to what I've seen called a "redemptive reading". You approach a piece of media specifically looking for its best parts, the pieces you love the best, and you allow yourself to fully embody the joy of liking something and caroling your joy to other people who like it too. In a perpetually burned-out time, squee can be like a desert oasis.

So the people who liked Buffy and Angel and Firefly watched Doctor Horrible in a manner both squeeful and intersectionally feminist, and saw all the amazing interesting things it was doing, showing how insecure geek masculinity fundamentally self-sabotages the main character, Billy, because the relationship he wants has been there in reach for months, and it's his own perception that he needs to be an alpha male warrior that has kept him from it. It interrogated the entire genre of costumed heroes, with two men thumping their chests and comparing their dick sizes, and none of them doing anything as direct and helpful for their society as Penny, the woman who stands on sidewalks collecting signatures to help a homeless shelter.

Part II came out on July 17, and the series would end with Part III on July 19. So on July 18, I spent most of the day reading Livejournal comments about it. There were all these theories: Maybe Penny was secretly Bad Horse, the archvillain whose approval Billy has craved since the beginning. Maybe she will collapse the love triangle with Billy's rival, Captain Hammer, by acting on her clearly-demonstrated discomfort and dumping him. Maybe Billy will learn that relationships are based on intimacy, not being The Best. Maybe Penny will become a superhero and replace Captain Hammer as Billy's nemesis. Maybe Billy will succeed and rule the world and give Penny Australia.

And then... none of those things happened. Joss Whedon ended the series in a way less progressive, less imaginative, less cool, than even the most half-baked fan theory out there. The story opened up possibilities to break out of an old, tired, toxic set of stories around men and women and sex and heroics, and then hid under a rock rather than change a single one of them.

July 19 was the day I concluded that while Joss Whedon might have his own baggage to work through about toxic masculinity, and artists have the right to make work meaningful to them, he wasn't making art that was meaningful to me. And I basically stopped expecting anything of him.

And then, for years, Buffy fans, educated and squeeful feminists and sharp pop culture critics, got told they were crazy histrionic SJWs for thinking Whedon didn't shit solid gold. For years. (I recently saw a video essay that included the line, "If you have the phrase 'mewling quim' branded onto your memory, you probably need some Metamucil" and, ouch, rude.)

There was so much excitement! A lot of us actually believed in the guy (although even then, there was enough evidence for many people to suspect what we now know to be 100% true about him.)

We wanted it to be good. We wanted to enjoy it.

I miss that feeling.

#joss whedon tw #dr horrible's sing along blog

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givemea-dam-break · 1 year

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please, could you write something were the reader is part of kipps crew and lockwood is like obsessed with her. anytime they encounter he goes out of his way to be nice to her and kipps finds it so weird because she is like is best friend or sister even. that would be so cool! also love the new things you’ve posted earlier!!!

a/n: of course! I love this idea, and thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed them :) this is a mix between the books and the show (not overly obvious though)

warnings: language female reader (few pronouns used)

part two

"Seems like we've saved you again, Tony," Kipps says smugly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Maybe if you did your research properly, we wouldn't need to come and clean up your mess."

George Karim scowls. "Not all of us can press a button and have everything we need right under our fingers."

"Besides, you didn't save us," Anthony Lockwood, the face of Lockwood and Co, says. "We had it all under control."

You break off from Kat's side, inspecting the damage around the park, and make your way over to Kipps. "If by under control, you mean you were surrounded by fourteen Wraiths with very few salt bombs or magnesium flares left to defend yourself with, then yeah, you had it under control."

"(name) -" Lockwood blinks, then plasters on that smile of his. "How nice to see you."

Against your better judgement, you smile. "You seem to be making a habit of us saving your asses. I hope it's not some excuse to see Kipps' pretty face."

Kipps, your team's supervisor, frowns at the pair in front of you. Off to the side, Bobby Vernon is instructing a few other Fittes agents, disposing of the source of the horde of Wraiths. Kat, as blank-faced as always, stands on the other side of Kipps, and Ned Shaw... Well, he's somewhere. Probably glowering at some poor child.

"No, I can assure you, Kipps' face is the last thing I want to see on a case," Lockwood says, sending a charming grin your way. "It's perhaps even scarier than the Wraiths."

You laugh softly, earning a glare from your supervisor. It's hard suppressing your smile.

"I expect we'll see you more this week, Tony," he says. "It seems that without your little Listener, you're getting even worse than before."

George bristles, fists clenching by his sides. "We were doing perfectly fine on our own. Now, if you don't mind, we'd better be on our way."

Lockwood straightens. "You're right, George. But, first, we need our pay."

"Oh, no," Kipps says. "No, see, we secured the Source, so, by DEPRAC rules, the commission is ours."

"You can't be serious," Lockwood says. "This was our case."

Kat, face void of any emotion, says, "Well, it's ours now."

George moves a step closer, knuckles white with tension, but Lockwood pulls him back, murmuring something in his ear. Angrily, Karim storms past you and out of the park.

"Best be off, Tony. Don't want to stay out too much later. I'm not sure we can be bothered saving you from more ghosts."

Lockwood ignores him, casting his gaze on you. "See you around, (name)."

You smile again. "See you, Lockwood."

And, then he's gone, striding off to catch up with George. You watch him go, curiously, until he's past the hedge line of the park and faded into the darkness of the night.

"Stop it."

You turn to Kipps, frowning. "What?"

"Stop looking at him like he's God's gift to the world," he grumbles. "He's an idiot, and he's the competition unless you've forgotten. Stay away from Lockwood - it won't end well."

Nodding, you cast his words aside immediately. It only makes you want to know him more.

"I'm serious, (name). You're like a sister to me, and I can't afford for you to get sidetracked and then hurt because of him."

Too late, you think. You have most definitely gotten sidetracked.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

Scrounging around in your bag, your heart is pounding and your face feels hot with embarrassment. You can't find your purse, and there's a big long queue of people behind you, waiting for their turn to order with expressions of irritation. God, you want to melt into the floor and die. Someone groans behind you, their frustration seeping into your bones.

"Oh, my god, I'm so sorry. Just give me a minute -"

"Here you go," a voice says, and an arm reaches out beside you, passing a twenty-pound note to the cashier.

You take your coffee from her hand and shuffle out of the way quickly, breathing a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much. If I can find my purse, I'll pay you back."

"No, no, you're fine." That voice... Something about it is familiar.

Looking up, your jaw goes slack. "Lockwood! Oh, hi. How are you?"

His mouth splits in a grin. "Hey. I'm good. I'd ask how you are, but judging from how red you are, I think I can guess."

"I'm so sorry you had to pay, just let me -" You begin searching in your bag again, but Lockwood's hand closes over yours, halting the movement. Sparks run up and down your arm at the touch.

"(name), it's perfectly fine. My treat."

Your worried expression softens. "I can't thank you enough, Lockwood."

"Don't worry about it." He hesitates for a moment, eyes flickering over your face. "Do you want to come back to Portland Row with me? Chat over some doughnuts, maybe?"

Despite Kipps' warning, you want to accept, but you can't, as much as it pains you.

"I'm sorry," you say. "I've got to get back - we've got a case to get to in a few hours. I was just getting some sort of caffeine to energise me beforehand."

He looks a little disappointed, but he's still smiling. "That's alright. Maybe another time?"

You grin. "Sure. And, thank you, again, Lockwood. Really. You saved me from melting into a puddle of embarrassment back there."

"It hurt to watch," he jests. "Should I prepare my gear at home, just in case Lockwood and Co have to come save you Fittes lot for once?"

Laughing, you say, "No, but thanks. No offence, but I think we're a little more qualified for this job than you are, Lockwood."

There's a pause, one in which he only looks at you, smiling. Then, "Call me Anthony."

Before you lose confidence, you knock on the pale blue door before you.

Portland Row is quiet, despite it being mid-afternoon and summertime, but you don't really mind. With the sun beating down on your back, and a warm breeze that smells faintly like cut grass, you couldn't be more relaxed even if you tried.

The door swings open, revealing the face of George Karim, who doesn't seem overly pleased to see you.

"What do you want?"

You're taken back a little by his forwardness. "Oh, I just thought I'd come nip round and pay you guys a visit. I brought a bunch of doughnuts and biscuits and stuff from Arif's." You hold the box in your hands a little higher.

"George," a voice calls - Lucy Carlyle's, judging from the pitch. "Who is it?"

"(name), you know, Fittes agent? Kipps' crew?"

"I've brought treats from Arif's," you say over George's shoulder. "I come in peace."

"Oh, for god's sake, George, let her in!"

This time, it's Lockwood - Anthony - who speaks. He opens the door wider so that he and George are standing shoulder to shoulder in the frame. His wide smile is dazzling, and, as usual, his clothes are crisp and clean, as if he put them on right away after being ironed and hasn't moved in them lest they crease.

"Hey, (name). Thanks for bringing food."

He nudges George out of the way and gestures for you to come inside, which you do albeit cautiously.

The house isn't what you expected at all. With three teenagers living there, you assumed it'd be rather modern, but the wallpaper is old, and all sorts of decor and memorabilia hang on the walls. Masks, photos, and the likes. Straight ahead, Lucy Carlyle stands on the stairs, dressed in a comfy top and shorts, and despite the tension between your agency and theirs, she smiles at you before hurrying down the stairs and disappearing into what you assume is the kitchen. George follows her, frowning.

Deftly, Lockwood takes the large box of sweet treats from your hands.

"What's the occasion?" he asks, leading you down the hall to the kitchen.

"It's just a thank you for paying for my coffee the other day," you say. "Also, I wanted to see you, and I figured George wouldn't let me within ten feet unless I brought goods."

Lockwood laughs. "Well, you're right about that."

The kitchen isn't the largest you've seen, but it's cosy. Lucy is clearing space on the table which, oddly enough, is covered in a white tablecloth full of scribbles and writing. George is boiling the kettle over to the side, four mugs set out in front of him, though one is considerably smaller than the rest.

You can't blame him for not liking you. Although Kipps is like your brother, you know that he goes too far sometimes, and he's never been particularly nice to Lockwood and his friends. You're a part of his team, so their dislike for Kipps - or George's, at least - has extended to you.

"Please, sit," Lockwood says, gesturing to one of the seats.

Smiling a little awkwardly, you sit down as he separates the contents of the box onto different plates. Lucy takes the seat next to you, plucking one of the doughnuts straight out of the box and smiling.

Lucy has never had the warmest personality, or so you've heard, but the doughnuts have seemingly put you in her good books. That eases your discomfort a little.

George sets cups of tea down on the table before sitting down himself, just as Lockwood does, too. They all take their pick of the treats, grinning and chatting away.

"So, (name)," Lockwood says. "How did your case go the other day?"

Lucy raises her eyebrows. "You're keeping tabs on Fittes now?"

"We ran into each other a couple of days ago," you explain. "We stayed and caught up for a little bit."

George frowns. "Is that why you took so long getting back from your shopping trip?"

Lockwood sips his tea. "Yeah, I suppose. Anyways, how was it?"

"Fine," you say. "Some lady was murdered by her son a few decades ago, wanted revenge on the family - you know, the usual."

"Please tell me Kipps got a little injured," George says.

"George!" Lucy hisses, but something in her eyes tells you she doesn't feel much different than he does.

"Unfortunately for you, no, he didn't. Since he's just our supervisor, he stays within an iron circle and shouts orders at us."

"Surely that must get annoying?" Lockwood says. He's watching you carefully, and you can feel your ears growing hot under his gaze. "Having to take orders from someone who can't even see what's going on."

You shrug. "Yeah, it does, but there's not much we can do about it."

"Maybe, you could work with us."

Everyone seems to freeze when Lockwood says that. You slowly look up at him from the pastry you were just reaching for, your face the definition of pure shock. Lucy, bless her, just sits with another doughnut halfway to her mouth, eyes a little wide. But George, oh, George. It takes all your strength not to laugh at the expression of unadulterated surprise, mixed with a little bit of anger, as a biscuit hangs from his mouth.

"What?" you all say simultaneously.

Lockwood only grins wider. "I think it'd be a good decision. If we have one extra agent, it means if we get overbooked, we don't end up with one agent per case and can double up. And I don't think it'd hurt for Lucy to have some female company in the house."

"You can't be serious," George says.

"I am. So, (name)?"

The words are hard to find. "Uh, I mean, shouldn't you guys all talk about this together? I don't want to just be barging in, you know? Besides, I'd need to talk to Kipps, and that'll go down about as well as a magnesium flare in a forest."

"For once," George says, "I agree with (name)."

"Oh, come on." Lockwood waves his hand nonchalantly. "She's an incredible agent, and she'd fit right in. I don't think there's much to discuss."

In all honesty, you feel flattered that Lockwood is offering you a position within his company, only because you admire him so much. Fittes, and just about all of the big agencies, are too bureaucratic, in your opinion, and extremely controlling over cases. Lockwood and Co have free rein, within the rules set out by DEPRAC, and aren't hindered by supervisors or massive amounts of paperwork, all because he had the confidence to split off and set up his own company.

"Let's not rush into any decisions," you say, standing slowly. You don't want to move too quickly and elicit the rage of Karim. "I think I should probably head off. Enjoy the food, and, uh, have a good day."

Smiling awkwardly, you make your way out of the kitchen and hurry to the front door.

Footsteps sound behind you and, as you open the door, Lockwood says, "Wait."

You turn, sighing. "Before you say anything, Lockwood -"

"Anthony."

"Anthony, thank you for the offer, but I really think you should talk to Lucy and George first. I can't just accept without them wanting me to, and that's if I can accept."

Lockwood leans against the doorframe, looking down at you with those dark eyes of his. God, they've got you hooked.

"I will. I just - You're wasted at Fittes, stuck following the orders of someone whose Talent faded years ago."

You give him a look, but it's half-hearted. "Kipps basically raised me, alright? But I get it. Again, I appreciate it, but speak to the two of them first and then I'll consider it."

That seems to be a good enough answer. His smile is blinding. His hand briefly brushes yours, and your breath hitches.

"Give me a call in a few days," you say, "and we'll see where we're at, yeah?"

"Will do."

"I'll see you soon, Anthony."

If possible, his smile only grows brighter. "Likewise, (name)."

As you leave, you can still feel the brushing of his hand on yours, a sensation you hope will never fade.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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AITA for being a ....homewrecker? (🏝 for later)

I'm not sure that's the right word, but whatever. Basically, I (FtM) met this guy (cis M, we'll call him M) over a year ago and we hit it off pretty quick. It was under extremely unusual circumstances, but for the sake of anonymity, I'll be vague and just say: it was 3 AM, Denny's, T.E Lawrence was involved. Now, I'm pretty wary of most guys who go to my school, given I'm trans and unfit to defend myself for various would-break-anonymity reasons, but M is just the best and is incredibly sweet. Days are easier when he's around, even if it's just through a Discord call playing video games. I started harboring feelings for him pretty much immediately, but didn't plan on acting on them for two reasons:

1) I've yet to be in an actual committed relationship (nobody's wanted to stick around, or we both realized quickly we weren't dating material) and I'm terrified of fucking anything up. 2) ....M has a girlfriend. A super long-term one, at that. Like, they met when they were kids, he's been romancing her for ages, they're going to get married and both openly agree they'd be shells of people without each other. Soulmate shit. She's awesome. She's the sweetest, too. Very thoughtful, and soft-spoken, and so so smart. So, no, I didn't plan on doing anything about my feelings. I'm not the type to hide who I am, so I wasn't going to hide anything, but I certainly wasn't going to DO anything either. That's not my place.

Until, one school break, M comes to me and admits he has feelings. And he's wrecked about it. Tells me I'm the only other person he's really had this for, because it's always been his girlfriend. He's a mess. I thought we communicated pretty well, and we'd both made it clear that nothing was going to happen unless Girlfriend knew about it and approved, because she comes first above all else. (I was the one to say this before him, and he was relieved that I understood.) She is priority. She will always be priority, and I totally get that. I'm just some guy, you know? But the conversation ended with me telling him he should probably let her know about this, regardless of how scary that was, because he's an incredibly touchy-feely guy and if I was her I'd like if this was on my radar. New player: M's best friend. very by the book christian guy. Not at all stuck up, but he abstains from worldly pleasures or something like that! He's cool, we're cool.

Except after break, M's best friend makes a few confusing comments, and suddenly, there's now never been a time when just me and M have hung out since. Girlfriend hasn't acted any differently and is still incredibly warm and wonderful, so I'm pretty sure she still doesn't know. I'm a very giving person and like to shower my friends in gifts, so I was undeterred in giving them both valentine's gifts I had bought them months in advance (extra hand wringing on my part.) Girlfriend was ecstatic, loved her gift, and M loved his too. But then he left to go Cry??? Because he hadn't gotten her anything (I'm the only one with a min $ job). I'm not sure where I stand with him or with either of them, and i'm just so confused. I'm 🤷‍♂️ about poly, but with the way they were raised (see M's best friend for reference), their feelings are more muddy about it. I want to talk to M, but being alone in the same room is impossible. I don't know if M has been intentionally making sure we're never alone together, I don't know if Girlfriend knows, or what M wants, what Girlfriend would want or even what I want, because I don't know what's on the table. I don't even know if we're in the same restaurant. Girlfriend is going to find out. M is way too touchy feely even with "supervision". (Granted, he is with everyone, I'm pretty sure I'm just the only person who lets him get away with it.) At this rate, somethings going to give, and i'm honestly just waiting for it to happen now. 🤷‍♂️

#aita #am i the asshole

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minhosimthings · 8 months

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Call him up. He comes to my bedroom. Ended up we'd fuck on the hotel floor.

Summary: you, Jay, fucking after an award show

Warnings: smut, fem!reader, MINORS DNI, Oral (recieving), some comfort from husband material Jay

A/N: ALRIGHT! First smut work! I definitely need to improve a lot but here you go my babygirls. Also first Jay drabble! YAY! im taking a break from my work and writing whenever I'm at work and just staring at fishies.

Song rec: A&W by Lana del Rey. Yes the title is a lyric from that song. My favourite lyric!

"You wanted to see me baby?" Jay Park. Can anyone in this world get more luckier that you to get Jay fucking Park.

Award shows were boring, but when you had Jay beside you, it made it worth it, for you to stare at that slightly open white shirt with that watch that you gifted him, wrapped around his pretty little wrist. Yet again, L/N Y/N had won another award for best producer of the year. Some more of these and your house will end up becoming a store for selling 'Best producer' awards. Jay's group Enhypen had won 'Best boy band of the year' award this time and you were so proud of him. If not for the slight hiccup.

Being a producer, your ears were probably the most sensitive shit on earth, which enabled you to hear far more further than most people can (I actually have this ability and it's really cool!). Which in turn allows you to eavesdrop easily. But sometimes the eavesdropping isn't always the most comforting thing on this world, and as you heard your fellow producers smoke in the bathroom stalls and say 'She just got that award because she's Jay's girlfriend.' and 'He's so delicious though. Why did he pick that ugly bitch of a whore?'. You weren't really the type of person to cry or feel insecure, I mean after all you were in the kpop industry. Someone was always prettier or more talented than you. But hey, you were raised by some pretty good people, who taught you not to let jealousy take over you. But sometimes even saints abandon their principles in time of desperation. And for you? Your co workers shit talking about you was the time of desperation. You knew being in a relationship in this industry and letting it be public was a risk. But for Jay? Oh honey you'd risk the entire universe to be with him.

"Honey what's wrong? Hey are you crying?" Jay had walked into your hotel room, after you sent a staff member to get him. The afterparty was in the same hotel and you knew Jay would be with the rest of the boys, enjoying, drinking and critiquing every person's outfit. But you just couldn't go and stand there and give fake smiles to your coworkers, and pretend that everything was okay. You needed your boyfriend right now. And Jay would do anything for you, even abandon a party to come up to your magnificent suite. "Baby what's wrong?" Jay sat down on the bed next to you and cupped your cheeks. "You weren't at the party. I brought some food for you." Hearing that only made you sob harder onto your custom made red Prada dress, a gift from the worried man sitting in front of you, wondering silently what he could do to make you feel better as he stroked your hair and put your head against his chest.

"Shh baby shh. What happened?" "I- I heard them s-saying- Jay they think I- don't have- Jay." You sniffled in Jay's chest as he quickly understood what had happened. He had seen your coworkers giggling and approaching him again and again at the party and connecting the dots, it made perfect sense. Tracing the jewels on your dress with one hand and slightly taking off his tie with his other, Jay moved you to the pillow slowly, whilst admiring your figure in that dress. He hadn't had much of a chance to talk to you or see you up close since both of you were seated at different places, far from each other, neither did he have the chance to see you before the show, so when his eyes fell upon the tightly fit fabric on your hips, oh god his entire world came crashing down.

"Jay wha- what are you doi-" "Baby where do you keep the condoms?" You shuddered back as Jay slowly cane above you. "I- I'm on the pill." Jay slowly unzipped your dress, sneaking his hand behind you as you moved your hand to his collar. "Good" he growled against your ear. "You'll see what you're capable of tonight."

"Jay~" you whine as he grinds against your figure, the fabric of your dress slowly getting destroyed and ripped off of your body. You were quick to unbutton his white silk shirt, your gift, and unbutton his pants, throwing away the belt onto the bedside table. Jay moaned lowly as he inhaled the scent of your jasmine perfume, his favourite one. "Shit baby were you always this wet for him?" He teased you as you could do nothing but only whine in response. "Jay ah fuck!" He had slipped his fingers into your cunt, rings still on. The metal of the rings rubbed your pussy so hard, pleasure seeping in and out of you. "Is this ok baby? Or does my love need my cock inside?" "Jay ngh ahh fuck!" He slips himself in at an absolutely brutal pace, that your brain goes dumb and your pussy goes wild. This was heaven like you've never seen it. Jay was angry, so angry, and as his hands felt all of your naked skin, and all of your sadness turning into pure pleasure, satisfaction filled him to the brim. "No Jay don't pull out please." You whine to Jay as he slowly goes back. "Patience baby. Patience. I'll make you feel even better yeah? Give me my belt would you?" You were quick to reach out to the bedside table, where the brown leather belt lay, waiting for its turn. Jay slowly got your hands up and tied them to the bedframe with the belt tightly, as all you were capable of doing was whine and moan for him. "Jay please" He chuckled slowly at your desperate words and made his way down to your ripped pink panties. Pressing light kisses to your pussy, Jay took in your ever sweet whimpers and as his tongue darted out ever so often to flick you cute little clit, it drove you crazy, as you begged and begged for his cock again and again. "Aww does my Y/N want her daddy's dick inside of her now?" You whimpered again as he came up to you, face right above yours, hot breath, tinted with the smell of alcohol hitting your face. "Yes d-daddy please I need it please." You whispered to him. "Anything for my princess." He kissed you with his tongue moving around in your mouth, hands touching your clit, making you moan out his name, in the dirtiest way possible.

"Ah deeper Jay go deeper please." "You like that baby? Want me to cum inside of you hm?" The belt tied around your hands was untied now, as you moved your hands to Jay's pretty neck and thrust him into you. Jay sucked on your nipple softly, love and roses filling the huge room. The bed was definitely strong, because at the rate both of you were thrusting into each other, it should have broke. But then again, the hotel you were in wasn't called the best in the country for no reason.

"Wanna get in the shower baby?" Jay finally pulled out and flopped next to you on the bed, both of your hair and makeup, a mess. "Sure baby. Round two there?" You asked him, massaging your legs. Jay, to your dissatisfaction, shook his head. "No baby. Lets get washed up. We got an event tomorrow don't we? Don't want you limping at the event do we?" You pouted slightly as you remembered the Prada event you had tomorrow and as an ambassador, you had to deliver a speech. Yep another round of sex with Jay right now and tomorrow, nothing would be on your brain other than getting your pussy filled with his cum again. "Alright oh great Park Joengsoeng. I got your lavender shampoo. Wanna use that?" You said while getting up from the bed, completely naked. "Of course baby." Jay replied.

Winning an award tonight was good but getting your actual award with Jay was even better, you thought, as you entered the hot shower, Jay caressing your hips and kissing your neck. Yep you can't wait to get married to this man.

#park jay #jay #enhypen jay #enha jay #enhypen park jay #enhypen park jongseong #park jongseong #jay smut #enha smut #First smut work #jay drabble #jay smut drabble #park jay drabble #Enhypen drabble #bye bye now

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murd3rouscrow · 2 months

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Holy shit... The retired colourman might be my new favorite mystery, as always, spoilers below

I just want to start by how much more gruesome this one was, especially compared to the last episode with the ai. I really really like the more gruesome stories. It amps up all the emotions.

Also very fun story, like you know the murderer is, that's not the mystery. It's not the who, but the what... Oooo very ominous, very cool.

Also Lillian. She was there, ngl she kinda grew on me. Let's be real, we'd probably be just like her. Also didn't think she'd go through with the true crime podcast after getting sprayed blood. I'm going to assume john have her some important podcaster wisdom while they were outside.

Also, more Mariana, which I'm always happy about. Especially Mariana basically solving the mystery. Love it. Love her. Especially loved the emotion and her little moment with Sherlock in the cellar and attic

Further making me want a Sherlock and Mariana only episode, I swear they'd be so efficient. Also just Sherlock reassuring her that she doesn't have to the bodies, he'll do it. Like yes, I've been waiting for some Sherlock x Mariana, so far they're dynamic had only been making fun of John together (which is also great)

This entire mystery was just fueling my inner baker street poly heart.

Overall, great episode, loved the emotion, I like very much.

#sherlock and co #sherlock & co #sherlock holmes #john watson #jonk watson #mariana ametxazurra #marijohnlock #just decided that's their shipname #i love them so fucking much #the retired colourman #i love these little people in my ears

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jkrockin · 9 months

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Wait what guy who hadn't read Atlas Shrugged?

I was pretty sure I'd told this story here, but a cursory search suggests that I have not. Okay let's gooooo

Many moons ago, I worked in an emergency services call centre. I worked nights- I could get regular shifts, it paid well, and I am a huge freak, just like everyone else who works nights in a call centre. It is a lifestyle that attracts freaks. Some of my coworkers weren't full-time creatures of the night, but students or whoever who picked up occasional nights for the extra money, and one of them was Libertarian Shithead, who we'll call LS for short.

LS was a twentysomething white dude who wore a lot of name brand surfwear and designer sunglasses. I assume his parents were rich. LS loved nothing better than recreational arguing. Unfortunately, he wasn't very good at it; he had some of the most dogshit opinions I've ever encountered in the wild, and was terrible at defending them. He'd say some crap about how Gattaca-type eugenics is Fine, Actually, because if you let people make designer babies, the ~*Free Market will decide what traits are desirable! Racism and colourism and ableism and sexism and intersexism won't affect those choices at all! And I'd get mad, because I have principles to speak of, and we'd get into it, and WITHOUT FAIL, we'd get maybe halfway into an actual discussion about whatever horseshit garbage he was on tonight, and the second he thought he was losing, he'd say "oh, well. I'm an ~*Objectivist, so you can't really understand my perspective unless you've read Ayn Rand." Then he'd sigh, and change the subject.

At the time I had not read any Ayn Rand. Being fundamentally powered by spite, I withstood maybe three weeks of this shit before I pirated an epub of Atlas Shrugged, put it on my e-reader, and proceeded to slam through it at supersonic speed so I could finally get to finish an argument with this terrible boy.

Anon, I fucking hated Atlas Shrugged. The book is bad. It's way too long, every single character is an unbelievable douche, the prose sucks. Ayn Rand wants to fuck a train so so so badly, but the prose is so turgid I couldn't even get invested in how much she wants to fuck a train. And the core of the matter, the politics I was there to understand, are, y'know. Objectivist. Eye-bleedingly selfish and capitalistic, expressed in amazingly childish and blinkered terms. Even the bits where it seems like the shithead capitalist dudes want to fuck each other are too mired in the scunge of Rand's terrible views to be enjoyable.

But I read the fucking thing! I powered through it with only quite minimal complaining! I finished the book on the train to work, and when I saw that LS was on that night, I plonked myself in a seat by him, and metaphorically cracked my knuckles, ready to fuckin' party. In a perfect world, I would have been cool enough to have waited for the perfect mid-argument moment to drop, but I didn't. I think I lasted exactly until we were both off a call at the same time, and then leaned in as close as the desk dividers would let me, and said "So I finished Atlas Shrugged. I have some thoughts."

I cannot overstate how quickly it became obvious that LS had not read the book. For a hot second I thought maybe it had just been a while and the fine details had escaped him, but no; he didn't know who half the characters were, or key points of the plot, or even know any of the stuff in the John Galt speech, i.e. the big juggernaut of Here's How Objectivism Works near the end of the book about Objectivism that this fucking guy hypothetically based his Objectivist views on. It took me maybe five minutes, in between calls, to realise this, and another five for him to admit he hadn't actually read any Ayn Rand. He'd read her Wikipedia page.

ANYWAY I didn't speak to him for like a month after that, and I don't think either of us lost out there!

#at the time I was very angry #but in hindsight I think it was very funny #storytime #ask me ask me ask me #anonymice

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hopelesslyromanticgay · 11 months

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An Americano Please PT. 6

Words: 1400

Y/N's POV:

Not gonna lie, I'm kind of nervous to meet Jenna's friends. What if I fuck up? What if I'm accidentally a little rude? Or what if they all around don't like me?

God I sound like a teenager meeting their partner's parents for the first time.

I really enjoy spending time with Jenna, though, and I don't want her friends not liking me to mess that up.

My phone pings with a text from Nessa.

Nessa😝

Girl, pull your shit together and get your

ass into that pizza shop. No I'm not stalking

you, I just know you well enough by now.

OK fine.

I timidly step into the store, the warm scent of baking pizza wafting around me.

"Y/N, over here!" I can hear Jenna exclaim, waving me over to her table. She's sitting with a few other people.

"These are my castmates, Emma, Joy, Georgie, and Hunter. Castmates, this is Y/N," Jenna excitedly introduces us.

"Hi, nice to meet you guys," I smile, waving stupidly.

"Nice to meet you too," Joy says kindly, "Jenna's told us to much about you."

I can see Jenna hide her face from me a little.

"Oh really, what's she said?" I ask innocently.

"Just how pretty, funny and kind-" Emma starts.

"Hey, have you guys seen that new baking show with the engineers?" Jenna interrupts. Darn it, I really wanted to know where Emma was going with that.

"No, none of us have the time to do that," Georgie laughs, "I'm surprised you do, honestly."

"No I watched it before we got here," she says quickly.

"So," Hunter starts, immediately way better at changing the subject, "What are some cool sites around Romania I should check out. I have a lot more free time on my hands with this show because I don't have to learn new hobbies, so I wanna get to know the area."

"Oh, well Jenna can tell you I'm an amazing tour guide," I start, "You have got to go to Bran castle, after all, it's said to be the home of Dracula. In reality, it was just a castle that Vlad Dracul once went to, but Bran Castle is the place Bram Stoker based Dracula's castle off of. So that makes it pretty cool."

"That's so cool, I'll have to take Naomi with me," he grins, "thanks for the recommendation."

"Oh yeah, perfect for her because you know, who she plays," Emma winks, "Sorry, we can't share a lot of details with cast outsiders," she says sadly.

"We'd love to share more, but we're under legal agreements," Joy adds.

"I totally get it," I say, feeling the slightest bit left out, but otherwise enjoying myself.

"Hey, so what's the deal with queer acceptance around here?" Hunter asks quietly, "because I want to propose to my boyfriend when he comes to visit in a few months but I don't know how publicly I can do that."

"Oh my god you're gonna propose?!" everyone at the table shrieks, all congratulating him individually.

"I'd like to, but I just need to know from a local," he says, looking to me.

"So, people do have the right to discriminate against you for being queer, and you certainly can't do the actual wedding here, but most people in Busteni aren't that homophobic. And I'm a queer person, so I'd say I'm a pretty good source," I tell him, "I'd say the worst outcome is if it's in front of tourists, because you never know what they'll do."

"Thank you so much," he tells me, "you're awesome."

"Glad I can help," I say happily. So at least one of her friends likes me.

"So, Y/N, how long have you lived in Romania?" Joy asks.

"About three years now," I answer truthfully.

"Wow, so you came at sixteen?"

"Yeah," I say, eager to change the subject, "so how are you guys liking Romania so far?"

"People can definitely tell we're not from here," Emma giggles, "I mean, not speaking Romanian is a dead giveaway."

"Yeah, we're pretty good at being able to tell just from the language you speak," I laugh, "I only get away with it because I grew up speaking it."

"Woah, so you grew up bilingual?" Emma questions.

"Yeah, my mom grew up in Romania and my dad went to college here, so they both would speak it with me when I was a kid," I explain.

"Oh that's cool."

The rest of the night goes pretty similarly, all of us getting to know one another. I learn that Jenna used to autopsy little animals like the true Wednesday she is, which I found hilarious. I learned that Emma had to go to a werewolf bootcamp to get better at stunts. They were all such interesting people.

By the end of the night I think they actually might not hate me! Success.

"Hey, Y/N, can I walk you home?" Jenna asks.

"Sure," I smile. The rest of the group exchange looks, and file out of the pizza shop.

"I think my friends like you," she tells me as we get up from out seats.

"You do?" I say, surprised.

"Yeah, they wouldn't have talked to you as much as they did if they didn't."

"Well in any case, I'm glad they're okay with me," I laugh.

"Yeah, me too," she smiles brightly, wrapping an arm around my waist and leaning her head on the side of my arm as we walk down the street. It's fully dark out, and the only thing lighting the street up are the old gas powered street lamps. Oh my god I hope she can't see my blush. She's so adorable.

"I was so worried they were gonna hate me," I confess after a few minutes of silence.

"Why would they do that?" she asks, "you're a lovely person." Hearing her say that melts my heart. She thinks I'm a lovely person!

"I'm glad you think that, but I don't think everyone shares that opinion."

"Well they're stupid, but in any case, thank you for coming to dinner with me tonight. My friends really wanted to meet you."

"Yeah, I bet it's because you told them how pretty funny and kind I was," I tease her. I can just barely see the blush on her face under the soft glow of the street lamps.

"I can't believe she told you I said that," she shakes her head.

"Oh so you did say it," I inquire.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't," she confesses. Wow, I can't believe she really thinks all that about me.

"Well what else did you tell them?"

"You know, the usual stuff."

"Such as?"

"W-well you know, the things you tell your friends when you like someone," she starts, "like what we say to each other, or the jokes we have. Or what we do when we hang out. You know, that stuff." Oh my god, she likes me. Like, likes me likes me,

"So you like me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Of course I like you!" she all but shouts, "your sense of humor is amazing, you're beautiful, you don't judge me for anything I say or do, and you always want to hear what I have to say." Well what do I even say to that? Saying I like you too feels cheesy and like something a child would say.

We've come to a stop now, right outside my apartment. We're only inches apart, her beautiful brown eyes glistening in the light.

"Please say something, Y/N," she says quietly.

"Can I kiss you?" I ask softly. She exhales in relief before nodding intently.

I cup her cheek, bringing our lips together. It feels like fireworks are going off with my stomach. She wraps her arms around my waist. I never realized kissing someone could feel this right. I can taste the tropical chapstick on her soft lips, and smell her subtle perfume.

What feels like both an eternity or also less than a second later, we pull away, both smiling.

"So I'll see ya for coffee tomorrow?" she asks.

"You can count on it," I smile. She pulls me into an embrace, burying her head in my shoulder. We stay like that peacefully for a minute, swaying in the wind.

"I have an early start tomorrow, so I should get home now," she tells me.

"Aww okay. I understand. Well, good night gorgeous," I quickly lean down to kiss her again. Her smile widens.

"Good night, Y/N/N," she blows me a kiss before walking off.

Wow. What a night.

A/N: I know Y/N is supposed to be mostly customizable, but I swear the thing with the parents WILL make sense later! love u guys, hope you enjoyed the chapter:)

Random Notes:

- I'm not making up that the lipstick jenna used on the set of Wednesday was in fact made from tropical fruit.

- Eidolon is actually a real pizza place in Busteni.

- I spent HOURS on the tour chapter learning about places in Busteni. Finding the places on SnapMap, reading their reviews, and cross referencing the information. I also spent a while learning about Romanian geography. Romanians, I'm so sorry if I'm not doing your country the justice it deserves.

- A lot of the laws around queer people in Romania are less than progressive, but being queer in itself is legal.

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sanjisboyfie · 7 months

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๑ keep safe : coffee beans (6)

one piece x male reader

we all look for heaven,

and we put love first.

something that we'd die for,

it's a curse

『 prev 』

“ah, nami-san, vivi-chan, we found you!”

sanji turned into a completely different man, flapping his hands at his sides as he caught the sight of the two women.

but to [name]’s surprise, they were greeteed by glares from usopp and carue. they were even shaking in anger, it seemed.

“i wonder why they're looking at us like that…” [name] said to himself.

sanji’s cheery tone turned into one of anger when he caught sight of the two giants sitting behind the group.

“wow! you guys are humongous!” [name] cried out, rushing forward and pointing at the giants in awe. sanji, who also ran up with him, was seething with anger and annoyance.

[name] was jumping around, luffy joining, and the duo began cheering about how cool it was that there were real giants right in front of them. nami shook her head, “idiots, the both of them,”

[name] looked at her with a carefree smile on his face, but his expression soon dropped as he realized that she wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“oi, nami,” he spoke up and she looked at him with an unimpressed look on her face. her hands were resting at her hips as she waited for what he had to say. “hold on!” he threw off the sword from his back and took off his second layer, a simple button up.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?!” nami shouted, greatly confused by his mannerisms. but then her look of anger was washed away when he threw the shirt at her.

“you’re gonna catch a cold!” he reminded her, motioning for her to put it on to cover up.

she did as he suggested, only really caring for her health and not thinking twice about it. and neither did [name], who went back to jumping back and forth with luffy, chanting their song on the giants.

“what in the hell?! are you mr. 3?” sanji shouted in an accusatory voice to the giant.

“how do you know about mr. 3?” nami asked, making sanji turn his head towards her.

“oh, me and [name]-” then he noticed the shirt that she was wearing and how [name] was currently missing his second layer, “oi!!! shit for brains, what’s the meaning of this?! you tryna make a pass at nami while i’m not looking?! think i wouldn’t catch you being a sneak!?”

nami’s eyebrow quirked up in annoyance, saving [name] from explaining himself as she shouted at sanji to answer her original question. sanji’s facial expression morphed back to one of normalness as he took a seat on a log, “me and [name] just finished talking with mr. 0 via den-den mushi,”

vivi seemed to shake in fear at the idea of the two talking to her boss while luffy paused his celebrations to actually hear what sanji had to say.

“yep! a weird wax box was in the middle of the forest and there was a transponder snail in there,” [name] explained, pointing at sanji. “sanji did all the talking!”

sanji tried to slap the hand that was rudely pointing at his face, but [name] reacted faster and put it down before sanji was even close, making him grin in victory. the blonde’s eye twitched very slightly, before he continued on telling the story.

“he seemed to think i was mr. 3, so i told him that i eliminated everyone,”

“so that means he thinks we’re actually dead?” vivi confirmed.

“so we’re finally free of people chasing us, but we can’t go anywhere!” usopp cried out, [name] looking at him as if he were stupid.

“can’t go anywhere? do we still have bus-”

“me and sanji picked up an eternal pose in that wax house, vivi, we can go straight to alabasta!” [name] cut him off, making the blonde turn to him in fury.

sanji began yelling profanities at [name], claiming he wanted to take all the spotlight of vivi’s gratefulness for himself and was calling [name] a selfish bastard. his anger only seemed to be fueled even more when he saw vivi go over to [name] and give him a tight hug.

“oi, you bastard, i’ll kill you!”

“thank you so much, sanji-kun, [name]-san!” vivi said, still having her head resting on [name]’s shoulder, “i was so worried for a second,”

“our pleasure!” [name] said, returning the gesture and holding the princess by her waist.

“you mean, my pleasure, you selfish bastard, since i'm the one who did all the work!” sanji interjected, but then his eyes turned into hearts as vivi came over to him to also give him a hug. “oh, vivi-chan, i’m glad i could make you so happy,”

“alright, everyone, let’s have a rice cracker party,” luffy cheered, but [name] shook his head.

“luffy! a whole country is waiting for their princess, we gotta go now!” [name] said sternly, making luffy pout.

“you’re no fun!” the captain whined, grabbing ahold of another rice cracker and eating it whole.

“finally, someone else with a sense of urgency on this crew,” nami said in relief. “you and sanji really saved us, [name], thanks!”

[name] waved off her thanks, glad to be on somewhat good terms with the rest of the crew. he wished he was there for the supposed fight, to really prove himself loyal to the crew and that he had good intentions, but it seemed breaking into a wax house was more than reliable.

“oi, idiot,” [name]’s head whipped around in a moment’s notice at the name calling, “i can’t wait to see the look on your face when you see i won the competition,” zoro’s look of pride seemed to make [name]’s own competitive spirit bubble up.

“ha?! you wish, marimo,” [name] said, pulling the bottom of his eyelid down in mockery.

“what’s the stakes for whoever won?” sanji asked.

as they were walking through the forest, [name] suddenly put his fist against his open palm, “ah, wait, now that i think about it - when me and sanji went back to the ship, we ate some of the food we caught. oh! dinosaur meat is soooo tasty, by the way! but in order to preserve whatever we had, i cut them up into small pieces and stowed them away on the ship…so i don’t think we can decide who the winner is anymore guys!”

[name] began laughing at the predicament, but sanji and zoro didn’t look amused in the slightest.

“just what were you thinking, shit for brains?!”

“you bastard! you’ve ruined everything!”

“hey! don’t blame me for your stupid pissing contest!”

“you were apart of it too, you just wanted to win!” sanji accused.

“no, i just wanted to eat!” [name] defended, turning his head away from their snarling faces and walking with his arms crossed over his chest, “you guys are totally unreasonable!”

“shut the hell up, you ruined it!” zoro tried cutting [name] in half, but the latter dodged the slash with ease, as well as the flurry of kicks sanji sent towards his head.

the whole walk back, [name] was evading attacks from the swordsman and chef, who were still very bitter about the whole thing by the time they boarded the ship.

when the ship was finally put into motion, [name] jumped on the deck as he saw the two giants up ahead.

“look, what’s their names again? borry and duggy?!” he said in excitement.

“it’s dorry and brogy! put respect on their name they’re the best warriers to ever sail the sea!” usopp shamed [name] while also praising the two giants.

“since you worked so hard to protect our pride!” one of them shouted.

“we will do our best to open up the path for you going forward!” the other finished.

“go straight ahead!” the two shouted together, making the crew turn quick to confusion.

[name] squinted his eyes, jaw dropping while stars formed in his eyes.

“no way! you guys are serious?!” he asked out loud, making the two giants laugh their heads off.

“huh? what are you talking about? what’s so funny?! what are they serious about?!” nami asked, seemingly scared at the sudden change of pace of things. “oi! [name], explain yourself!”

“haha! no!” [name] said, evading the attack from the navigator.

just as the going merry was in the open sea, something erupted from the ocean.

a good portion of the crew was looking up at it in fear or just shock. luffy had a grin on his face as he saw the, “giant goldish!”

“i wanna eat it!” [name] cried, earning himself a kick to the head from sanji.

“quick, turn the rudder usopp, we can’t be eaten by this thing,” nami shouted, looking uneasy as their sniper wasn’t doing anything in response to her command. “usopp!”

“no, we can’t. we have to full straight ahead! isn’t that right, luffy?”

“yeah, of course!” luffy confirmed.

nami felt like she was going insane. then she ran up to [name] and began shaking him back and forth, “go on! kill it! kill it before it eats us!” she commanded, looking to zoro and sanji for help as well. “aren't you worth 200,000,000 beri!? this'll be a piece of cake!! [name], go already!!”

“but, they got it!” [name] frowned motioning over to the two giants.

“yeah, nami, calm down! here, i’ll let you have the last rice cracker!”

“i don’t want it!” nami said, but she caught the snack regardless. she took refuge behind [name], peaking over his shoulder as she was scared to look if they were really going to let hemselves be eaten by a goldfish.

“look! we’re inside!” [name] said, shouting a couple of times in amusement and enjoying the sound of the echo that it produced inside the fish’s throat.

“it’s too late,” nami was about to fall to the ground in disbelief, but [name] quickly held onto her to prevent her from crashing down.

“oi, nami…” [name] mumbled to himself, lifting the hem of her (his) shirt with the tip of his fingers and feeling the temperature of her skin. she looked at him in confusion, but before he could even continue what he was saying, they were being launched into the air.

out of nowhere, there was a sudden gust of power that made the fish spit them out.

they were soon outside of the fish’s mouth and blasting out onto sea. [name] made sure to keep a tight hold on nami. he didn’t think much of her lax stance, thinking it was just the sudden rush the boat got that had her standing all wobbly.

he leaned them against the mast, watching as nami slowly slid down and began to sit. he followed her motions, now kneeling in front of her. in confusion, he tilted his head, “oi, nami, are you okay?”

“i’m…fine,” the ragged breath she took in between was enough of a ways to tell that she was lying. “i’m just exhausted after everything that’s happened,” at this point, vivi walked over and crouched down as well, “vivi, would you mind watching this for me for a moment…i might go lay down to rest up,”

[name] frowned, sensing that there was something wrong with nami.

“there’s no need for either of you - not including you, shit for brains - to push yourselves so hard! you can rely on me!” sanji said, appearing with a tray full of goodies. noticing that they were all sweets, [name] looked the other way in disinterest of the snacks.

usopp, luffy, and carue were eager to have some though as they ran towards the kitchen.

“you don’t want any, [name]?” vivi asked as she grabbed her own piece.

“nope, but do we have coffee beans on deck, sanji?” [name] asked, looking at the chef with sparkles in his eyes.

“only a little bit, nami-san drinks some, but we might be running low.”

“oh! i’ll take those then!”

the three watched as [name] also took off to the kitchen, all of them sweatdropping.

“is he going to eat coffee beans?” vivi asked in concern, but sanji simply shook his head.

“as i said before, vivi-chan, don’t concern yourself with the problems of idiots,” he said sweetly, pushing the tray forward to urge her to grab more sweets.

when [name] walked into the kitchen, he saw the trio were absolutely devouring their own plate of goodies. luffy had his cheeks full like a rabbit and carue and usopp were trying to get their fix.

“ah, [name]! good thing you joined us, here try some!” before [name] could correct usopp, the sniper came barreling towards him and shoved the sweet into his mouth.

luffy’s face changed from a smile to an angered expression almost immediately. whilst [name] had the sweet shoved in his mouth, he tried really hard not to notice it.

the sweet pastry’s frosting was melting on his tongue already, seeping onto his tastebuds. he shoved usopp back, spitting out the pastry before it could do more damage and his whole body was shaking as he tried not to vomit onto the wooden planks of the flooring.

‘don’t think about it, it’s not there, don’t think about!’ [name] mentally urged himself, clamping a hand over his mouth to stop the bile from escaping. ‘no, no, no!’

he clamored around the kitchen, desperately looking for where the coffee beans were. meanwhile luffy was shaking usopp’s collar back and forth, shouting at him.

“why’d you do that?! usopp!” luffy shouted in fury. poor usopp was too confused to even think straight, simply sputtering out random noises to justify his actions.

finally, after fighting back the urge to vomit for longer than he was confident in, [name] was able to find a brown bag that was for the coffee beans. he shoved his other hand inside, as the other was still cautiously holding his mouth shut, and immediately shoved a handful down his throat.

“[name]! are you okay?!” luffy asked, clamoring over almost immediately.

the man chewed slowly, really trying to take in the taste of the coffee beans and very slowly swallowed them. after that, he took another handful into his mouth, and repeated the same process. after he was finished chewing and eating them, he turned to luffy with an exhausted look on his face.

“i’m fine,” he said simply, throwing a thumbs up as a precaution.

“h-hey, what was that? [name], are you sure you’re fine?” usopp asked, walking up to [name] in fear, “what happened? what was that?”

“i just…” [name] swallowed harshly, sticking his tongue out of his mouth in disgust as he remembered the pastry that was in his mouth, “i hate sweets.”

usopp blinked a couple of times, scratching the back of his head, “i’m really sorry, then, i didn’t know!!!”

[name] tried to smile, but it was completely lobsided, “no, it’s alright! you couldn’t have known, don’t worry!” but with the way [name]’s breathing was still ragged and he hadn’t completely caught his breath, yet, usopp was still majorly concerned.

“and luffy!!! you can’t just go around yelling at usopp for something he didn’t mean to do,” [name] scolded, tossing one single coffee bean into his mouth and savoring the taste before continuing on again. “he didn’t know,”

“ah, you’re right,” luffy said in a matter-a-fact tone, a blank look on his face, “oops!”

“don’t just say oops - i was scared for my life just now!” usopp berated, not looking impressed at his captain’s lack of discipline.

“oi! someone explain why my kitchen is a complete shit show?!” sanji shouted, the sight of a spat out pastry fueling his anger, “who the fuck did this?!”

“me!” [name] said, raising his hand.

“hah?! first you wanna raid nami-san’s coffee beans and then you spit out the food i made for everyone! i’ll throw you overboard right now!” sanji said, stomping forward in an obvious fury before usopp stepped in between the two.

“n-no it was my fault!”

“that bastard right there just took responsibility, usopp, move aside. i’ll teach him a lesson!”

“that’s not neccessary-”

“thanks for sticking up for me, usopp, but,” [name] gently moved usopp aside to meet sanji, eye-to-eye, “it’s my fault. i don’t like sweets so i spat it out when he fed it to me, i’ll clean it up now.”

“so you don’t like something so you just spit it out?! how ungrateful and disrespectful are you?! i made that food for others to eat, if you don’t like it, don’t just spit it out on the ground! have some manners, shit for brains!” sanji berated and [name] didn’t bother fighting him more on his opinion.

it seemed sanji was a real heckler about wasting food, [name] noted, looking at the spat out pastry on the floor.

“i’ll clean it now,” that was [name]’s only response as he moved past sanji and grabbed paper towels and a spray bottle.

“i want that area sparkling clean!” sanji commanded, and his loud shouts, snapped usopp out of his state of shock.

“hey, sanji, go easy on him — it was a really bad reaction, give him a break,” the sniper tried reasoning, but sanji wasn’t hearing any of it.

and as [name] was just about done cleaning the area, there was a shrill scream that made everyone in the kitchen perk up.

“everyone please come - something bad has happened!”

“nami-san has a terrible fever!” vivi broke the news to the group as they came shuffling out of the kitchen, sanji rushing forward the moment nami’s name left vivi’s lips.

[name] was chewing on a coffee bean as he moved luffy and usopp aside to get a good look at nami. her face was paling completely, making her rosy cheeks stand out more. he leaned forward in concern before taking her into his arms, bridal style, and looking at luffy, “do you have a medical bay?”

“hey, hey! get your dirty hands off of her!” sanji shouted, displeasure ringing in the air.

“well, we have nami’s work station, there’s a bed there,” usopp answered for their captain, who was still confused on the situation. “i-i’ll lead the way,”

[name] nodded, following after his crewmate and holding nami with a gentle grip, as if she were a fragile piece of glass.

as he laid her down on the bed, it seemed him and vivi were the only ones with half a brain of what to do. as vivi was running to get a bowl of water and cloth, [name] made sure nami was resting in a comfortable position. he put the thermometer gently into her mouth, fingers working delicately gentle to aid her.

“it’s probably the climate,” vivi reasoned when she came back with a wet towel. her eyebrows were furrowed together in extreme worry, “there are countless stories of tough pirates that are taken down by their own carelessness.

sanji was ugly crying behind the working duo, letting out a weaping and pathetic, “nami-san!”

“don’t you guys have a doctor?” [name] asked, looking at his captain, who merely lifted his hand and pointed at nami in response. [name] looked completely unimpressed, “well! obviously she can’t treat herself!”

luffy confused with all the yelling and hassle only shrugged his shoulders, “what’s the big deal? give her some food and she will get better! isn’t right, sanji?”

[name]’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, wondering how the crew actually was still standing on their feet.

“i can make basic food meant for sick people, but-” then sanji went onto a whole rant about the preparation of their food, his favoritism for the woman showing through in his cooking as well, and how he didn’t know how to cater to the needs of sick people’s stomachs.

“well, food isn’t the only thing that’s gonna make her get better,” [name] said with a sigh. “we need a proper doctor who can treat nami, this is serious guys,”

“how serious?” luffy asked curiously.

[name] took the themometer out from nami’s mouth, eyes widening slightly, along with vivi’s as they saw the sky high number.

“104! (40C)!” he exclaimed, but the crew didn’t seem to completely understand the urgency.

“there’ll be doctors when we get to alabasta, right?!” usopp tried calming everyone’s nerves. “how much longer will it be, vivi?”

“i don’t know, but to wait one week is out of the question,” vivi replied helplessly.

“hey, is being sick really that bad?” luffy asked, to which sanji and usopp shook their heads, echoing that they’ve never been sick before.

“i can’t help her much, especially with the supplies you guys have. and if she doesn’t get treated soon, it may end up ending really bad,”

“what? like she’s gonna die?”

“yes, this could be a life-threatening instance,” vivi confirmed, which then made the ones inside the room go into a panic.

they were screaming their heads off and running around the room and [name] got the sense in himself to punch all of them to shut their mouths.

“we gotta find a doctor to treat nami!” luffy shouted, making [name]’s lips turn into a grimace.

“no,” nami weakly called out, making the entire room turn silent, “no,”

she tried sitting up, but [name] pushed her down instantly. it seemed sudden, his movement, but he made sure to act with extra caution when guiding her back to lay down.

“nami-san?” vivi asked gently, looking at her friend in concern.

“in my desk drawer, there’s a newspaper,” nami said finally.

when vivi went to check, [name] looked at nami, “what does it feel like?”

“i said, i’m fine,” nami said, but [name] rolled his eyes at her response. she seemed to cower under his gaze ever so slightly, but [name] didn’t let up in staring right into her tired eyes.

“what does the newspaper say, vivi?” luffy asked in a light tone.

“is it about alabasta, vivi-chan?”

“300,000 royal soldiers deflected to the resistance,” she said shakily, the grip she had on the newspaper only tightening, “it was originally a cold war, with 600,000 royal soldiers and 400,000 resistance soldiers — but now that’s suddenly changed!”

“the uprising in alabasta is getting serious now. that newspapers three days old and i’m sorry i kept it from you, but i knew we couldn’t change speed, so i didn’t want to worry you,” nami explained and [name] quietly worked in re-wetting the towel that was on her forehead. he wrung it out and gently put it back into its place.

“but do you understand, luffy?” nami asked, trying to see if the captain understood the urgency of the situation.

“i’m fine…that thermometer must be broken,” she breathed out, forcing a smile on her face to ease their minds. “it’s probably just sunstroke. for now, let’s head straight for alabasta as we planned. don’t worry, i’ll get better on my own.”

she pushed [name]’s tending hands aside, sitting upright and making sure to squeeze his arm for support when getting up, “thanks for worrying about me,” she spoke to the entire crew, walking up the stairs and leaving the little room.

“oi, we are finding a doctor, now,” [name] said.

“alabasta…is in shambles! we need to go there quickly,” vivi said, more so to herself as she crumbled into her own figure. “if we don’t millions of people will die, for no reason!”

there was a stalemate in the room as [name] hummed in thought. then he kneeled down in front of vivi, gently holding her shoulder.

”i can’t imagine your burden, princess,” he said softly, trying to ease her mind, “but — if nami doesn’t get treated, she’ll die.”

“the whole kingdom, crocodile-”

it was obvious vivi was scared out of her minds, she was at her wit’s end.

“i’ll kill him when we find him,” [name] said grimly, he took her hands in his to calm their shaking, encapsulating her hands in his own, “i can’t understand what you’re feeling, and i know it’s asking for a lot, but please,”

vivi shook her head, unable to wrap her hand around the idea of abandoning her people.

”crocodile? the moment i see him with my own eyes, i’ll kill him. i promise you, vivi, but nami needs a doctor and she needs it now,”

suddenly, there was a shout from on deck and it came from zoro, telling everyone to get out and help steer the ship’s course. everyone scrambled at the calling, but [name] and vivi stayed inside.

“[name]…” for a moment, [name] thought that vivi was going to slap him for being so pushy and he wouldn’t have blamed her. but it seemed he read the situation wrong as she simply collapsed into his arms, “i really need to go home, but nami needs to get better,”

he hesitantly wrapped his arms around her back to give her a hug, allowing her to rest on his shoulder, “i don’t know what to do!”

“well, we’re obviously gonna save alabasta!” [name] cheerfully replied, making her head rise from his shoulder and stare up at him with teary eyes, “but first we have to save our navigator,”

she smiled at his carefree attitude, wondering where he gets his strong mindset from. she wiped her eyes, laughing as he jokes about how sanji would beat him up if they walked out of the room together with vivi’s eyes teary.

“you’re a good princess, vivi.” [name] spoke, comfortingly moving his thumb up and down her shoulder, “but you’re an even better woman,”

she seemed genuinely touched at his comment and he was happy to see her smile return.

“i’m sorry, i don’t usually cry easily, especially with strangers,” she said, but then suddenly looked up and waved her hands around, “not to say we’re strangers, you’ve helped me plenty already and i sound so ungrateful for all you’ve done for us. i really think we are good friends - i don’t know why i-”

“haha! princess, you’re so funny! don’t worry,” [name] said, standing up in front of her. his previous position of kneeling down in front of her figure made them see eye-to-eye, but with him standing up she had to crane her neck to see him properly. “i’ll prove myself to be a great friend to you and everyone on board!”

for some reason, [name]’s smile seemed to be even more blinding now that they’d had a serious talk. vivi didn’t take it for granted, feeling relieved that someone so reliable was on her side and understanding of her.

“let’s go tell everyone and make sure we get nami to properly rest,” the two walked out of the room together and everyone was anticipating what vivi would say.

when she broke the news to the crew that she wished to find an island with a doctor everyone interuppted into loud cheers. [name] smiled at the looks of relief and happiness on the crews’ faces before pacing over to nami.

“let’s get you to lay down, alright?” he said softly, taking her frail body against his. “and good job in predicting that cyclone,” he whispered, making her look at him in confusion.

“what-?”

“what?! the hell?! is that!!!” luffy shouted out of nowhere, making [name] chuckle at his reaction.

“that cyclone,” [name] mused, watching as nami could only shake her head in disbelief.

“if you knew it was coming, you didn’t say anything…wait, how’d you know it was coming?” she asked, weakly walking alongside [name] back to the bed.

“i can tell!” [name] said proudly, “you felt it, right? i can feel it too, to an extent,”

she laid back down and [name] got to work in apply a cold towel to her forehead.

“you’re really weird, [name],” she said, eyes closing shut as she felt the relief of a cold towel pressed to her hot head. “really, really weird.”

[name] smiled at her and that was the last thing she saw before she was whisked away to sleep. it wasn’t a bad sight, were her last thoughts.

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