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caeunot · 4 months

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johnnie guilbert x reader

johnnie writing zombie about you

idea by @beansnsoup !

➷ you and johnnie have known each other for almost two years now, you two hang out at least once a week, normally to do a video since everytime you two collab the video gets at least 100k more views.. but also because you guys get along so well. everytime your together you both laugh so hard there are tears and unlike jake you keep your space clean so videos don't need a whole cleaning crew to sort out the mess afterwards. either way you two have become pretty close, and when johnnie told you he was working on a new song you were so excited. you love all his music and you always try to watch every cover post he does on tiktok.

you showed up to jake and johnnies place to sleep over since you live an hour away and you are free both today and tomorrow so you might as well stay longer. you normally sleep in johnnies bed and johnnie sleeps on the couch since they don't have a spare room, you are fine sleeping on couch but johnnie insists everytime that you get his room.

the moment you came in the house something felt a little off, like as if there was an unusual energy in the air or that there's a secret between them that your not let into. you don't let it get to you since you were about to go on jake's live.

"jake no offence but why do you always make me eat the most unhealthy shit ever", you say as the live was ending. " okay y/n that's just mean, this is my diet your talking about ", " next time I'm on your live and you like faint from too much sugar ill refuse to drive you to the hospital, I'll just leave you there and take your room so johnnie doesn't have to sleep on the couch when I stay over" jake rolls his eyes. "so basically what your saying is that you want me dead so you could be roommates with johnnie instead.. I see how it is..." you shove him slightly and he screams dramatically and grabs his arm in fake pain. you laugh and the both of you say goodbye to chat.

"that was great, I think that was our best yet!" jake says cleaning up the mess he made. "I think so too! I wish johnnie could have joined though". you noticed how jake immediately got a massive smile on his face, " hey what's that smile for" you say giggling. "oh nothing" jake says winking before starting to drive you both back to the house.

a few minutes after coming back johnnie comes up to you, wanting to show you something. he leads you to his room and sits down on his bed. he starts petting the spot next to him, letting you know you can sit. as you sat he leaned behind and pulled out his guitar. "oh yay are you going to show me your new song!" you say doing a small clap. "yup! it's the one I've been talking about the past few weeks!" he says, you notice his voice is a little shakey but you figure it's normal when singing to a person alone. he cleared his throat and began singing.

Blood red sheets are my favorite

I could be your greatest weakness

'Cause she's got me so damn nervous

I'm a zombie, baby, what's my purpose?

you were enjoying the song so much you were barely taking note of the lyrics, at the end you gave him a massive hug. "johnnie that was great! I think this is my new favorite song of yours, you better be putting it on Spotify".

he blushed slightly, "I'm glad you like it! but I wana ask like.. what do you think of it". you tilt your head to the side a bit confused, "wait what do you mean?". " it's, uh, never mind don't worry" johnnie says putting his guitar away giving you a weak smile.

the energy was really weird now, the feeling you had before was 10x worse and you had no idea why.

a few hours later you said goodnight to the boys and got into bed, you had sat on your phone for a bit when the events of the day really started to sink in and you hated that there was unresolved issues, so you texted johnnie asking if he's awake. as you sent the text you saw a light flash on the bed. you check and it's johnnies phone

y/n 🧟‍♂️ ♥️:

heyy, i don't want to wake you just incase your asleep but if you aren't can we talk?

you laughed at the fact he put a zombie by your contact name, but as you were about to get out of bed to give him his phone it struck you. johnnies song is literally called zombie, maybe that has something to do with the emoji by your contact name. you immediately tried to recall the lyrics of his song,

I want your heart

I want your brain and that body

'Cause you got me going too insane

You can't control mе

I want your heart

I want your brain and that body

'Cause you got me acting likе a fucking zombie

y/n you absolute dumbass, johnnie wasn't just playing a song for you! he was singing his feelings. it all makes sense now, you know for a fact that johnnie gets really anxious when talking about his feelings and if he ever did want to ask you out he probably would be to shy to say it outright, jake probably knew and that's why the energy was so awkward today!

you immediately jump out of bed and go to the living room, you see johnnie typing something on his laptop but when he notices you he smiles closing his it, "you okay? it's pretty late" he asks as you sit down next to him. "johnnie can I ask you something?" you say biting your lip. "sure what's up".

"who was the person you wrote zombie about?" you said, ripping off the bandaid. at first he opened his mouth but then shut it again looking away, even in the dark you are noticing how he is getting flushed. "johnnie?", he didn't answer and instead put his arms under yours and held you for a soft hug, " it's you y/n, I wrote it about you" the hug lingered for awhile just like the silence in the air.

"johnnie I feel the same" you say after the hug finishes. "wait, really?", you take his hands in your own, "yes, really". he says nothing but then leans in for a soft kiss that you reciprocate, his hands gently fall onto your waist, as your kiss started turning more intense johnnie pulls away taking you off guard, "wait, before we carry on its my turn to ask a question" you make a confused face. "can I call you my girlfriend?" you let out a little laugh, "yes, yes yes yes!!" you say as you leaned in again, and this time you can feel his smile through each and every kiss.

❣

#johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x reader #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert fluff #x reader #fluff

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xstom · 1 year

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Gojo’s fave positions to do it is probably missionary>doggy style. He wants needs to see your messed up face especially when you’re wearing makeup as it turns him on even more. sometimes he would blindfold you during the spicy times —but don’t worry he’ll make sure the tighness of the blindfold isn’t that hard.

“ng— i can’t..”

“yes you can baby, we did this multiple times -ite? or do you want me to stop?”

“n-no uhhuh..~ don’ wana stowp”

he chuckles, “good girl” he then leaves kisses around your neck and left some hickeys that you’re pretty much sure it’ll stay there for days. As he fastens his pace, he holds your waist by one hand and the other caressing your cheek while kissing you— loud moans were then vanished into small ones. You felt your third orgasm coming which then followed by the tightening of your walls hugging gojo’s cock, a gasp left both of your mouths and he slows down his pace earning a groan from you “urghh- pplease f-faster!! don’ slow d-down!” “impatient are you baby?” . . . . without any further to do, you pushed yourself towards his length earning another chuckle from him “tsk, my baby wants to cum so bad huh?” “p-please..” “please what? use your words”

“please let me cum please please please!! wanna cum so bad ‘toru!!”

“hmm, how about a no?”

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a/n: thank you SO MUCH for 100 followers!! honestly i wasn’t expecting my blogs to blow up and gain tons of likes and folls! i’m glad you guys enjoyed it, again ty!!

#gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo imagine #jjk smut #gojou smut

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love-lilly02 · 28 days

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The Challenge— Ch. 8

AN: This is a preview for the next part, where we will find out more about the readers past and get to explore the existing elation ship between the boys. it got posted early so the next chapter could take a while or come out like tomorrow, idk

“Hold still,” Price said, holding the packs above your hands. You nodded, shifting nervously on your knees. “Only gonna hurt for a second.” He lied every time, but the brief attempt at comfort made you feel a bit better.

The second the medication touched the burns you cringed, tensing immensely. You heard him try to tell you to relax, but his voice was drowned out by a wave of pain. Every time you two did this procedure it only seemed to get worse, but you were slightly thankful for it.

Coming back home had been rough. Nik only stayed for a few hours, making sure that you were situated and properly taken care of before he returned to his desolate corner in russia (they always preached how lucky you were to make your way to him, instead of heading in your enemies direction), and you had been thrown into testing immediately after that.

It felt like something out of a marvel movie, they assessed your injuries and just how well you were able to operate, thanks to Nik, you were still able to participate in field work as a long distance asset, you gave them the information you stole from the russians, and they gave you medicine for the many burns you had on your body.

Which was why you found yourself in this position.

You could still use your hands, thankfully. They were good for a manner of things, fighting, eating, and the like. But you couldn’t do things like write or hold a brush, which was the exact task required to apply the medicine that the doctors gave. So Price had to help you.

At first it was awkward, sitting there half naked on his desk while he applied a cream that burned worse than the one Nikolai gave you all over your body, but you two slowly got used to it, even breaking the tense silence with small bursts of conversation. Usually about something that had happened earlier that day. Never about the indecent that put you in this position.

There was one burn that required special attention, seeing as it hadn’t healed correctly. On the back of your neck, just in the juncture connecting your shoulders, and the only place you couldn’t reach. That one specifically hurt the worst, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moving to touch it once the cream was applied.

Price’s solution to this was to have you sit between his legs while it was applied.

It did help, of course. Any time you tried to shift your neck or flinch away from the pain, he was there with a steadying hand on your head and a slight “Don’t wana do that,” and you were still again.

Some nights were better than others, but you were always distinctly aware of the position it left you in.

Just as you were always aware of the way he would go half-hard every time you two did that.

“There you go, all done.” You sat back, looking up at him with wide eyes. You didn’t miss the way he had to swallow a bit harder, or shift his hips ever so slightly. “Wasn’t too bad.”

“You try having second degree burns and come back with that same bull shit.” He just laughed and shook his head.

“Ya know… if you want to talk about what happened—“

“John, it’s okay.” Truth be told, it wasn’t okay. It was the farthest thing from okay, but you weren’t going to bring it up anytime soon. “What happened happened.”

He just grunted. “ ‘Boys still haven’t given up on that challenge.” You just laughed, wincing at the sting of the burns.

“Honestly, you guys find even one photo and i’ll sing your praises.” You could feel his eyes on you as you got dressed, and sure enough when you turned back around he was staring at you with a different kind of intensity.

“It took you being gone for two months for us to realize we hardly know anything about you. Why is that?”

You blinked in surprise, stepping towards the door. “I have my reasons.” The hall was empty, and you sort of wished John had people outside eavesdropping on your conversation.

“Find those photos and you’ll figure it out.”

me when i wanna write sex but they aren’t like that yet

My masterlist<3333

#cod x reader #poly 141 x reader #task force 141 x reader #poly 141 #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost x reader

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tacogrande · 9 months

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any tips for drawing backgrounds?? specially backgrounds w people ;-;

OOOG.. MAN im sort of not the best person to ask cause backgrounds to me are such an after thoughT MFIOSMFISH

but i found that you dont need to be super good at bgs to do em! you dont need do bring out the graphs or anything either, at least i dont cause i find that to really kill the joy in drawinG.

but for me it usually goes like tihs.. ill draw a guY

n then its like.., OH lets put them in a TRAIN!

and then for people, its actually prtty simple you can really just make blobs and only choose certain bits where you want an actual figure to show. its all about the suggestion !!

UHH then sometimes if u wana bring things in a bit tighter or have a stronger comp u can use color for that!

JSAIOSH AN D THERE U GO.. KINDA... like i said i always make backgrounds around characters! often times i dont really have an idea of a bg until the figure is in there! i find that to be a much more fun way to work too! :-)

i hope this sort of heLPS

if not here's some fun little drawings that inspired how i do bgs

artist: mitchel hooks (comps liek these taught me that bgs dont have to fill the entire background, that you can just hav them bloom around people, and leave the negative space to do the rest of the work!)

artist: andrey platanov (similar situation where you can tell a background built around a character drawn!)

artist: vania zouravliov (sometimes your background can just be nonsense, it doesnt have to be super neat or anything, i find that the more you just pack in there the more it looks like your character is in a place, which is what matters right!)

all these can work wit hdrawing bgs with people in em too. if you have to stretch and pull and squish bg people to help the drawing, do it! they are as much of the bg as a tree or grass// a least that's how i sees iT

#asks

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snow-143 · 8 months

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Water Coloured Tears | Jeon Jungkook

three- drunken rambles (0.5k words)

Jungkook’s pov:

7am. Soft light is shining through my curtains, blinding my dry eyes a little. God, what did I do last night? Searching for my phone, I'm a little shocked when I find it still open. On a call with...

with y/n? The fuck?

Well this is far worse than anything else I was thinking. Great job Kook. So much for keeping your distance. Who am I kidding, that plan was catapulted out of the window when Miss fuckface paired us together.

Sighing I unlock my phone, hoping whatever I find on there will enlighten me on my thought process.

And what do you know, it opens right into my notes app, with a lengthy paragraph. This should be good.

It takes me a little longer than I'd like to admit to be able to understand the words I had written down. My drunken rambles and the current state of my vision don't seem to mix well. Who would've thought?

-I asaw her today agsim. MY chets hurt. She didnt seem happy to see me :( I was a meanie. She so prety when she mad tho. Wantd to squish her cheks. But noooo av got to be an IDIOT! Kookie IK your reeding this. YOURE AN IDIOT. shld i text her? i should. im smart unlik you!

shes not replyng. Does she hate me? I'm sorry :( it just hurts to see you love. i wish i cud tell you al of this. but itll hrt you even more. i dont wanna hurt u. i dont wana hurt. i sould call her? shes saw? seen? idk but she red the mesage. im gonna call her.

SHE ANSERED! kook she answerd we were scared for nothing. her voive so prety. I missed her voice. I miss her.

JEOM JUNGKOOK YOU BETTR NOT FORGER TO MEEET HER. CAFE 2PM. DOT BE PUSSY.

so stupid. gonna apolisse. shes so quite.

she said irs okay :( ts not okay. i know its not. was noce to hear tho. its okay :)

m so sleepy. so noce to talk again tho nixkxk njuhi-

Well that was a hard read.

She stayed on the call after I fell asleep? Sighing I roll over and try and get some more sleep. Not hanging up the call.

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12pm. Safe to say my attempt to sleep off my hangover didn't work. Unless you count me lying in bed listening to her soft breaths until my phone died. Best part is I was about to finally pass out right when I realised her little sighs had been cut off.

That was 9am. Three hours ago. Three whole hours of me stressing out about what I'm meant to do.

I could just not show up and say I didn't remember, even I know that's too far. I'll have to face her eventually anyway. She probably won't even show up. Right? Right. It'll be fine. I'll go just in case.

It's okay. The words do laps around my head the whole time I'm waiting for her. Yes waiting. I showed up an hour early. Like some over exited loser.

I wonder how she said it. Was she being genuine? Was it half hearted words fuelled by pity?

That's something I may never know, but right now I know that she's walking directly towards me. Shit. Shit. SHIT.

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a/n: stressed asf lately so bare with me guys 🙏

#books #bts non idol au #bts x reader #fanfic #bts fanfic #bts angst #bts college au #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungguk #jeon jungkook #jk bts #jeon jk #jk fanfic #artist au #bts jungkook #bangtan #army #bts army #bts smut

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steamworksfairy · 1 year

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Random Headcanons For The Arcobaleno

As we all know the Arcobaleno are the best in their respective fields. However, I like to consider what random thing(s) they could be good at that isn't necessarily related to their field of work.

Fon- I wana say he can gamble really well as I think it'd be funny. Just imagine how upset Viper would be if they ever found out the guy who hounded them for being too greedy was just randomly really good at gambling! 🤣

Reborn- It might be considered unoriginal, but I feel like he'd be good at something like an instrument. Mostly, the violin, trumpet, or else cello. He just gives off those vibes.

Verde- He can dance! Like really well, actually. I mostly see him doing things like ballet, ballroom dancing, the waltz, tango, and the samba. Maybe hiphoo as well-Look. He can just dance, okay?! It's not really evidence, but I think this headcanon of mine has a smidge of credence as he did that cute little dance in that one anime episode. It was filler but still-

Bonus- 20yl both Verde and Mukuro will dance the samba together. Or maybe it's 10yl and Verde has figured out how to reage himself and his fellow Arco to their precurse ages? Both are separate aus I guess

Lal- Nails. I can't even explain why or how I arrived at this. I just think she is really good at painting nails and doing nail art. She doesn't really get to show off her skills often (her nails get ruined too easily at her job), but when she does, it's always mind-blowing. She's painted things like sakura, koi, dragons, etc. on Fon's nails dozens of times. Skull is always begging her to give him some wicked punk style acrylics with studs and the likes. And Reborn? He's a simple man who just wants a clear coat and a French tip. Viper doesn't often ask (they can just mist some stellar nails into existence), but when they do, they usually tell Lal to surprise them. Colonnello only asks for fun/to spend some relaxing quality time with his fiancee, and he always asks for something blue. She's done simple plain blue nails, ombre, marble, and more on 'Nello in the past. It always gets chipped by the next day, but neither really care all that much. For them it was about spending time together. Verde...idk I don't think Lal's ever done his nails. Not because he wouldn't want her to, but just neither have asked. Perhaps they are too shy? *shrugs*

Colonnello- The dude can sing! He mostly does it in the shower. Sometimes, there will be a few Arco pressed against the bathroom door listening to him as he belts some rock song from the 80s. He can totally hit those Areosmith notes!!!

Viper- I feel like Viper could do stuff like knit, crochet, sew, embroidery, and even beading. They feel crafty like that, and you better believe they are skilled!!! They have an old cloak from their childhood just full of gorgeous embroidery. They also buy yarn at discounted prices when there's a sale so they can make people hand knited and crocheted items. A lot of the times, the Arco and Varia will go to them to patch up holes in their clothes. There is always a price! But it's worth it to see Viper's embroidery work. That's just how they patch up holes more times than not.

Skull- Idk, my ideas are pretty basic with Skull right now. He's good at makeup, cooking/baking, and he definitely has a good fashion sense that he never gets to show off often due to always wearing his leather jumpsuit.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr arcobaleno #katekyo hitman reborn verde #khr verde #khr reborn #khr skull #khr fon #khr lal mirch #khr colonnello #khr mammon #khr viper #khr arco/arco #random headcanon #I have so many #mainly for Verde

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muikitoo · 8 months

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~ Festival ~

I was so nervous about this one because i havent written about both of the twins😭

You were currently at home, getting ready. The tokito twins had invited you to a festival! You were really excited about it, since you havent went to a festival in some time now.

You were dressed in a beautiful (f/c) kimono, with your hair styled in an amazing way you were proud of. And the cherry on top was a gorgeous hairpin the twins had given u as a gift.

You heard a knock on your door and as you opened it, there stood the two mist hashiras. You felt their gaze on you and u felt a bit embarrassed.

"You look beautiful" Muichiro said with a soft smile.

"thanks, you guys are handsome too!" You replied cheerfully.

After a bit of talking, you finally decided to head to where the festival was going to take place.

The place was awfully crowded, like, INCREDIBLY crowded. You were wondering if you could even get past without being squished.

You suddenly felt a hand grab yours.

"Lets hold hands, we dont wana lose eachother do we?" Muichiro said boldly.

Yuichiro was shocked by his brothers boldness, heck he was even envying him.

"Yuichiro! Hold my hand!" You suddenly exclaimed.

"Wha-"

"I don't want you to get lost in the crowd!"

The boy flinched a bit when your hand took his and began walking. But he soon loosened up with flushed cheeks as he tried to distract himself before he explodes.

After you got away from the crowd, you decided to take a look at some stalls.

You got some dango and the twins got some mochi as you walked around.

"Hey Y/n, could i have a taste?" Muichiro said, looking at your dango.

"oh! Sure!" You said as muichiro leaned his head a bit down to reach the dango you were offering.

Yuichiro was looking at you both, jealousy bubbling in his chest. Yuichiro was never really the bold type, yea he was confident and all but when it came to romance stuff, he never really had the balls to initiate anything at all. (Same bro same😞)

"I want to try too." Yuichiro said cooly (he was dying of embarrassment inside ☠️)

You smiled sweetly at him (he died inside again) and handed out it close to his face, enough for him to bite.

After you guys looked around some more, you decided it was time to rest somewhere

The twins took u somewhere up a hill, where the whole festival was visible.

You chatted along with both of them, sitting on the cool grass and looking down at the festival.

You and yuichiro got a bit lost into your conversation but then you felt a head on your shoulder

You turned around to see that muichiro had fallen asleep on your shoulder. You were honestly squealing inside but tried to keep it in so you dont wake him up.

Later on, all of you ended up falling asleep😭

Muichiro was now laying his head on your lap, while yuichiro was on your other shoulder. Your head was layed on top of the older twins one and your hands were running through the younger brothers hair.

This night honestly couldnt have gotten better.

I feel like ive kinda gotten a bit shit at writing lately😭 maybe because i dont really have ideas anymore or something? Im not sure😓

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m1shapanda · 9 months

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"You miss me, my prince?", Albedo asks while he held both of your hands in his, leaving many small - yet loving - kisses on them while maintaining the eye contact with you.

A small smile curls up on his lips. "Tell you what.. I miss you too, Misha.", he put your hands away from your mouth so he can see you now clearly.

Albedo leaned in and rests his forehead on yours while admiring your beautiful eyes with his smaragd ones.

"How about.. we head to bed and cuddle a bit, only the two of us.. enjoying some time together? How does that sound?", Albedos voice was merely a whisper like it's a promise between the both of you.

And you both were promised. To each other.

Always staying by the side of the other one, being there for him, loving him, caring for him and so much more.

At your nod, Albedos smile got even softer.

"Allow me then.", he said while still holding your hand and walking to your shared bathroom.

~ 💐 (toldcha ya get smth for drawing my OC's <33)

*falls down to my knee and dramatically pulls out a ring* WILL YOU MARRY ME

guys. guyyysss I MISS HIM SOO BAD I WANA HOLD IS HAND I WANNA CUDDLE WITH HIM I WANNA DRAW WITH HIM I WAN T WANANNTAWI WAANANN

#vi. babes. give me another oc of urs to draw #NYOOWWWW #misha.moots #💐 anon

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eiks1997 · 1 year

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‘No matter how many times it takes until you are restored to your true self. Until finally you can surpass me, and move on to far greater heights.’ - Yachiru Unohana

After watching the bloodied fight between these two titans I couldn’t help but draw them! I re-drew this image a few times but I’m glad how this one came out. I’ve always enjoyed drawing Zaraki, but I’ve never drawn Unohana before. So trying to get her deadpan expression was harder then expected. 😅 But now it’s finished, and l like it so much, I’ll will probably draw this more serious Unohana again.

Which Kenpachi do you prefer? I’ll always be a Zaraki fan but I wana know what you guys think!🤔

But that’s all for this one! If you like my art or want to see more Bleach fanart, stick around for more! 😊

Want to see more Bleach Fanart? Click the Links! 👇

Brave Souls Byakuya, Ichigo, Rock Grimmjow, Starrk, Bleach Summer Girls, Bleach Lilies, Halloween, Goddess of Flash, Aizen

I DO NOT OWN BLEACH!

All love goes to Tite Kubo, Creator of Bleach. ❤

Program used: Clip Studio Paint Date: 2023

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akwolfgrl · 3 months

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LFT 33

Zoro managed to escape mopping duty. It wasn't really his fault that he was recognized. Then again, he had carved out a rather interesting hole in the east blue for himself. Even was featured in the papers. But who would have thought that the women who looked eerily like Kuina would be a marine, let alone a sergeant major and a swordsman on top of it all. The more he had watched her, the more she reminded him of his childhood friend/rival. It was best if he never saw her again, what with him being a pirate and everything. He headed back to the swordsmith; he might just have to setal for something cheap until he could pick up something better. He left the women a note and some money to get glasses, so his conscious was clear.

Zoro headed straight for the front counter. The shopkeep snoozed away, his head resting in his hand as he snored. A good nap sound great, a chance to lay out on the deck bascing in the sun's warmth a gentle breeze keeping him overhearing, the lap of the waves againt the ship rocking him to blissful slumber. Well, until curly woke him up for a fight or food. The man had a fat red nose, his eye borws grew in his black hair, witch stock out from the side of his head.

“I'd like to pick up some swords,” Zoro spoke startling the drolling man awake.

“Of course, of course, welcome!” The now awake man hollered at him in a poor attempt to seem aware of his sworndings. “have a look around! We have an extremely large and excalint verity to select from,”

“I've got 100,000 belli for two swords. Can you do that?” Zoro asked slamming the money on the conter.

“Two swords for 100,000?” The man looked disguted and disappointed by Zoros lack of funds. The man lost any interest in pretending to be interested in customer service as he proped his head back on his hand slumping down. “For 50,000 a piece I can only give you two dull blades,”

“I can make do with whatever, I just don't have the money right now,” He was sure Sanji had somthing to sharpen blades with. He didn't have his kit anymore it was taken from him along with his blade back in shells town. Anything would do for now. He didn't have the funds for it as well. The man huffed anyoned with him but when caught a glance at his sword he perked up.

“Now hold on a sceoned! I wana take a look at that blade ya got thire, just for a second! Is that ok with you…pal?” the guy was being weird and scrimy but Zoeo was curious what had drawn the man's attention to his sword? “Let me see it!” He made grabby hands as he demanded Zoros sword.

“Yah whatever,” Zoro bought the sword up and over counter into the man's waiting hands. Zoro wasn't afired of the guy, he was scrawny and week looking. Zoro could take him without his sword.

Zoro watched as the man unshead his sword, his eyes practically bulging out of his face.

“Wow that's a pretty nice sword ya got here,” the man finally spoke after hyperventilating for a bit. “Wana sell it? I'll give you 200,000 bellis for it. It would give you 300,000 witch shuld get you some pretty nice swords. At 100,000 a piece to buy three sword you like here,” the man had the audacity to offer for Kuinas sword.

“What are you kidding, me?” Zoro would never sell that sword. He was glad that of the swords that Mihawk destroyed that one of them was not the one in the guys hands.

“All right, I'll give 250,000 no wait, 300,000, 500,000! That's my final offer that's as high as I'll go!” The man was particularly foaming at the mouth desperate to buy his sword.

“Just stop it, I'm not selling its my sword,” Zoro told the guy who wasn't takeing no for answer.

“No! I won't let it go! How about 650,000 bellis!” The man screamed at him. “OK fine I gave up! How about 800,000!!” The man was a terrible negotiator. Before Zoro once again told the guy no the sound of footsteps came rushing into the shop

#one piece #fanfic #lust filled thoughts #roronoa zoro #zoro #loguetown #sword

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cuddlepilefics · 7 months

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Sweet tooth

Fandom: P1Harmony

Sickie: Intak

Caregiver: Taeyang

Prompts: 'Sweet tooth' & 'Wearing each other's clothes' @flufftober

No one’s POV.:

Keeho groaned, doubling over panting as they struck the ending pose. They had been in the practice room all afternoon, working on their dance moves. Though he had thought his stamina to be quite alright, he really struggled to catch his breath right now. This had been their last run-through and Jiung cheered breathlessly at the prospect of being done with their schedule for the day. As Keeho’s eyes wandered through the practice room, checking on all of his members, the leader was relieved that he wasn’t the only one who felt close to dying. Maybe his stamina wasn’t so bad after all. A tired chuckle pulled at his lips as he spotted the two maknaes sprawled out on the floor. They had gone all out during practice and looked like they wouldn’t be getting back up in days. Taeyang was leaning against the wall next to his back, trying to catch his breath as he sipped some water.

Intak plopped down next to Taeyang, resting his back against the wall was he sluggishly dug through his bag to retrieve his water bottle. As the boy greedily gulped down his water, Keeho fetched Shota and Jongseob their bottles too and brought them over to them, encouraging them to drink some as they had been sweating a lot. Jiung stuffed his empty water bottle back into his bag and breathed: “I’m starving! What do you guys wana eat for dinner?” None of them had really eaten much for lunch, afraid of making themselves sick by dancing on a full stomach. “How about McDonald’s?”, Keeho offered, drying his face, “We can stop at the drive-through on our way back. I don’t think anyone’s in the mood to cook.” His idea was met with tired cheers because he was right. They were all ready to drop and cooking sounded far to exhausting, while they felt too sweaty and disgusting to eat out.

Since all of them were starving after so much dancing and only having very little food that day, they ordered a lot. Sure, their meal choice wasn’t the healthiest but they were usually eating healthy and this felt like a great reward for their hard work that day. The member had a hard time waiting till they got home, already wanting to dig in while in the car. Still, they managed to control themselves their excitement overpowering their exhaustion as they hurried from the car to their dorm, rushing to kick off their shoes and get to the dinner table before their food grew completely cold.

Most of the members had similar orders, a burger, fries and some soda. Intak was the odd one out, his sweet tooth showing even more now that he had waited to the point of getting so incredibly hungry. Sure, there had to be a savory part to his meal, so he ordered chicken nuggets and fries but he was mainly focused on the pie and milkshake he had gotten as a dessert. “Don’t give yourself a tummy ache”, Keeho laughed, watching Intak sip his milkshake in between bites of chicken. The younger had originally planned to have separate sweet and savory but he just couldn’t he craved something sweet. To his own surprise, Intak still felt a little hungry after dinner, so while the first members took their turns showering, he contemplated what snack he could have to make sure he wouldn’t go to bed hungry. His sweet tooth was still carving something sugary, so he eventually got himself some cookies. Seeing how contently his dongsaeng dipped his cookies into milk, Jiung didn’t comment on the younger probably overdoing it, though he couldn’t help but wonder how the boy managed to stomach all that food.

Since Intak was still busy satisfying his cravings, he ended up being the last member to take a shower. He winced a bit when he noticed how stuffed his tummy looked as he stepped into the shower. Yeah, he wasn’t proud of his decisions today but everyone had those days, so it would be okay, he told himself. Intak could hear his stomach gurgle, trying to digest the overwhelming amount of food he had just consumed. There was some discomfort and bloating but that was to be expected. He let out a few breathy burps as he dried off and put on his sleep clothes. The other members were already in bed, drained from their intense practice session. Intak sighed when he realized his roommates had already fallen asleep, as he didn’t feel like he could fall asleep quite yet.

As he lay awake scrolling through his phone, Intak felt his stomach cramp up and while the initial cramp eventually faded, a dull ache remained. He ran his palm over his bloated middle and muffled a burp into his pillow. It brought back the taste of his dinner, which all of a sudden wasn’t appealing at all anymore. Hoping that one of the other members was still awake to maybe hang out and distract him from the pain till he could sleep Intak got out of bed. He had to move carefully, slightly bent over to not trigger another cramp. With one arm protectively wrapped around his middle, he made his way over to the other bedroom.

Walking only seemed to upset his stomach further, a sour burp burning his throat as he paused at the door to collect himself. Intak silently opened the door and noted that both of his dongsaengs were deeply asleep. It wasn’t surprising, seeing as they had been completely spent after dance practice. To Intak’s relief though, Taeyang propped himself up on his elbows when he noticed the door open. The oldest had slowly been drifting off but snapped out of it the second he felt someone’s presence. “What’s up?”, he yawned as his dongsaeng approached his bed. Shakily taking a seat on the edge of the mattress, Intak confessed: “My tummy really hurts.” – “Not really surprising”, Taeyang noted, sitting up to take a better look at the younger. “True”, the boy sighed, slipping his hand under his shirt to rub his stomach. The organ gave an angry gurgle, making him wince. Patting Intak’s shoulder, Taeyang whispered: “Do you want medicine? What can I do?” – “I-I don’t know”, the younger whimpered, burying his face in his hands.

“Alright, come on”, Taeyang breathed, getting out of bed, “Let’s go to the living room. Hyung will make you some tea, okay? See if we can get your stomach to settle.” Intak let the older pull him along though he was admittedly still really slow, every step threatening to unsettle his stomach further. While the oldest made his way to the kitchen to start the kettle, Intak collapsed onto the couch and pulled the blanket from the back to cover himself. Miserably curling in on himself, the boy palmed at his sore middle and took shaky breaths to quell the rising queasiness.

When Taeyang joined him, the oldest was carrying a steaming cup of tea and hummed: “How long has your stomach been hurting?” – “It started shortly after I went to bed”, Intak groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, “I know I brought this upon myself. I just didn’t want to be alone.” Sighing, the older took a seat next to him and whispered: “You really have a sweet tooth, don’t you? Here, careful. It’s still hot but it might help your stomach.” – “I-I”, Intak mumbled, muffling a queasy belch against his knuckles, “I don’t know if- if I should put anything in my stomach right now. It’s- it’s so full.” Calmly running his fingers through the younger’s hair, Taeyang sighed: “I bet it is. You can take your time and once you ready just sip it slowly, yeah?” Intak nodded, swallowing thickly as he palms started to sweat. Wiping his clammy hands on the blanket, he sat up and drew a shaky breath. “You okay?”, Taeyang frowned worriedly as he watched the color drain from his dongsaeng’s face.

Clamping both hands over his lips, Intak shot up from the couch and made a dash to the bathroom. He made it just in time for his stomach to violently reject everything he had eaten that evening. Wincing in sympathy, Taeyang knelt down behind the younger and comfortingly patted his back. Sweat trickled down Intak’s temple as he threw up two large waves back to back, weakly gasping for air afterwards. “You’re okay”, the older assured softly, “You’ll feel a lot better once you got that out.” Intak only managed a pained whimper before his throat contracted with another retch. His stomach really wasn’t happy at all, churning painfully under his palm. His eyes watered as he choked up another wave, barely noticing Keeho joining them. The leader had woken up from the commotion and went to check on them. “He’ll be fine”, Taeyang whispered, running his hand up and down Intak’s back, feeling his spine ripple as the boy got sick, “Just really overdid it earlier and gave himself a tummy ache.”

Over the ringing in his ears, Intak couldn’t understand what his hyungs were saying but relaxed when a cool towel was draped over the back of his neck. His body was shaking from the exertion, sweat running down his back. “Thanks”, Taeyang hummed when Keeho returned with Intak’s tea and a bottle of water, “You can really go back to bed. I got him. Two sleep-deprived members are enough.” The leader was hesitant to leave his sick dongsaeng but Taeyang did have a point. It was enough if two of them were exhausted and he did trust the oldest to take good care of their friend. Chewing on his lip as he mulled it over, Keeho eventually sighed: “Alright, you two wake me if you need anything. Feel better, puppy.”

Intak was panting when he finally caught a break. Tearing off some toilet paper, he dabbed at his forehead and wiped his lips. “Gosh, next time please stop me”, he rasped, looking up at Taeyang with red-rimmed eyes, “Now I feel awful and yeah, I learned my lesson.” – “Good thing you did”, the oldest chuckled sympathetically, “Do you think you’re done?” Intak shrugged. His stomach was still in knots but his throat was raw and his head pounded. He did accept his tea though, taking a tiny sip to test his stomach. Taeyang flushed the toilet for him and they just sat for a while, Intak resting his head on his hyung’s shoulder.

“Do you want to stay with me tonight?”, Taeyang asked quietly, still worried though the younger was slowly sipping his tea as the color returned to his face, “I could rub your tummy and would be close by, so you can wake me if you start feeling worse again.” Nodding tiredly, Intak gave a sad sniffle. He rubbed his eyes and breathed: “I’m sorry for all the trouble, hyung. I should’ve known better.” – “Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. As long as you acknowledge it and learn, it’s alright”, Taeyang comforted, getting to his feet, “Your shirt is completely sweat through. Do you want to borrow one of mine? You wouldn’t risk waking Keeho and Jiung….” The younger nodded tiredly, struggling to peel the sticky fabric off his skin. His stomach growled when he lifted his arms over his head to have Taeyang help him take it off. Grabbing the damp towel, Intak quickly wiped his neck and chest, glad to feel a little less disgusting.

Like a lost puppy, he followed his hyung to his bedroom and accepted the shirt the older handed him. The soft material felt nice on his sensitive skin and he deeply inhaled the comforting scent of laundry detergent. Taeyang pulled the trashcan up to his bed and went to lay down, patting the space next to him. Shyly crawling under the blanket next to the oldest, Intak tensed up when the other’s hand slipped under his shirt. He released a shaky breath, slowly relaxing as his hyung lightly drew circles over his bloated middle. “Try to get some sleep”, Taeyang whispered as he continued to rub the younger’s tummy, “And don’t hesitate to wake me if you need something.”

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sickfic #sick #emeto #p1harmony #flufftober

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fandomshatepeopleofcolor · 5 months

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i know you guys talked about legend of zelda briefly but there's more i think people should know about! [including image links]

so yes, the gerudo are framed as thieves or pirates, and only one man for their race is only born every 100 years. in the games the one gerudo man is literally the villain and he's pretty much depicted as the incarnation of evil [for later reference his name is ganondorf]. he's also depicted with literal green skin. [images: ganondorf] 1) https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/zelda_gamepedia_en/images/6/66/TotK_Ganondorf.png/revision/latest?cb=20230513141802

2) https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/zelda/images/0/05/Ganondorf_Artwork_%28Ocarina_of_Time%29.png/revision/latest?cb=20110427012646 The gerudo also have to take "classes" to be able to socialize with men and be able to leave the settlement. one of the scenes in the game has link (a white guy) visit a relationship class, and the teacher asks the students how they would approach a guy and one of the women says she would strike him in the face. there is also a big pressure on women to leave the settlement and "find a husband" which often means a hylian (white) man. the fandom also heavily sexualizes one of the main women for the gerudo and i see a lot of white people being like "ommmgggg yess brown rep!!!! big buff women!!!" as they continue to treat her as just eye candy with no prominence to the story. [images: gerudo women] 1) https://www.zeldadungeon.net/wiki/images/thumb/e/ec/Nali.jpg/250px-Nali.jpg 2) https://www.zeldadungeon.net/wp-content/uploads/2022/03/BotW-Gerudo-women-850x595.jpg 3) https://www.zeldadungeon.net/wiki/images/thumb/5/50/Teake.jpg/250px-Teake.jpg

4) https://i.pinimg.com/564x/39/71/cc/3971cc357b68eb3a47a272c4f71480b4.jpg continuing on, their architecture and region is WANA inspired. But the whole part of their region is just desert, as if WANA isn't incredibly diverse and filled with other types of biomes. [images: architecture + region] 1) https://www.architectureofzelda.com/uploads/3/7/1/2/37126503/2019041720591800-f1c11a22faee3b82f21b330e1b786a39_orig.jpg 2) https://zeldauniverse.net/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/Gerudo-Town-Palace-BotW26.jpg 3) https://zeldauniverse.net/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/Gerudo-Town-Palace-BotW31.jpg 4) https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/zelda_gamepedia_en/images/a/ad/BotW_Gerudo_Region.png/revision/latest?cb=20170313052240

for context, link and zelda are the main characters of this franchise, and they're always white. zelda is literally a princess, and her whole family is literally just european royal family who colonizes the land. there's a race called the shiekah who are japanese and they had really advanced technology but zelda's father felt threatened and made them cast aside their technology and literally exiled them. their people were scattered across the country afterwards, they basically live to serve the royal family now in the games. i used to enjoy this franchise but it's impossible for me to play these games and not feel uncomfortable. i had a white friend tell me to my face that "legend of zelda takes no inspiration from real life, i just don't see how race factors into this."

some of this auto cropping is not great lol but i grabbed all those images you provided, thanks for including links!

ganondorf:

gerudo women:

architecture/region:

#legend of zelda #video games

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ryverbind · 1 year

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Faceless Fixation {Sal Fisher}: Scottish Lord Larry Johnson [7]

I fly into a sudden and painful sitting position at the sound of my phone ringing loudly through my room.

My desk chair flies back at the force I put into my action and I jump in fear of falling, steadying myself with outstretched arms and wide eyes. My heart pounds wildly, causing me to place a hand to my chest and let out a shocked yelp.

Once I'm still and the threat of busting my ass is dismal, I heave a slow, shaky breath and blink my tired eyes.

I slept hard, but I definitely didn't sleep well.

My hair is a mess, tangled around my neck and around other strands, a necklace is choking me better than a hand could, and my left arm and side are so sore that I have to physically wince once I try to move it.

A dull burn spreads through my limb and across my ribs and torso as I stretch my arm out to grab my phone sitting in front of my keyboard.

My most fatal flaw is that I use black-out curtains. No matter the time of the day, it's nearly impossible for me to get out of bed because it's always dark and cozy. This morning-- night?-- is no different seeing as the only light comes from my keyboard, the rainbow colors shifting and changing with languid movements. Not a single ounce of outside light fills my room. I can't see my bed, my windows, or even my feet with how dark it is-- I only have a plethora of colors mixing across my outstretched hand.

I blink myself out of my sleepy haze, pinching my lips together as I snatch my phone from the desk, a plastic scratching sound filling the empty space around me before the device is lifted to my face.

My eyes squint against the harsh light of my screen as I look at my missed call-- the damn call that woke me up.

It was Larry of all people.

I purse my lips, staring down on his contact and wondering how I should contact him. I can't call him-- he'd recognize my voice in an instant. So, I opt to text him, unlocking my phone and opening a new text message with him.

My fingers hover over my keyboard, my heart pounding uselessly and for no good reason as a chill erupts along my skin. It's just Larry. Sure, I have this fake persona hanging over my head and it's at risk of dying every single day, but Lar and I have been friends for years. It's fine.

I send a quick text, "hey, everything okay? i was sleeping!" then shut my phone off, dropping it to my lap.

With a sigh, I tilt my head up to look at my black ceiling, the corners of my room enveloped in eerie shadows that make my spine tingle with fear just a bit. I'm not a fan of the dark unless I'm passed out, so being suddenly wide awake in my otherwise abyss-like room is a bit creepy.

My phone buzzes against my thigh, so I lift it, holding it above me. Larry answered pretty quickly.

I glance at the time before reading his message. 10:58am.

Lar-Bear :3 ofc y/n just wana bother u n c if u'll join me n the gang tmr

Me errr not sure what you mean...

Lar-Bear :3 ur still n la right???

Me sure am :)

Lar-Bear :3 well we r abt 2 fly out 2 vegas u shld pop by cuz we miss u

I swallow thickly, blinking at the message as a sense of yearning fills me up to the brim. My invite, thanks to Ash, was enough to make me feel bad. But even Larry is asking me, personally, without knowing my secret side, to go and meet up with them. I'm not sure why, but I genuinely have felt that Ash is the only one who's wanted to see me.

Larry, Todd, and I don't talk all that often outside of my second personality, but we still consider ourselves to be close friends.

I don't want to tell Larry no. In fact, I want nothing more than to drop everything going on right now and actually fly out to Las Vegas to finally see everyone. But I can't. I have responsibilities at home, no where near enough money or time, and no way to conceal myself to continue playing out the role of VioletViolence.

Me :( i would really love to, but i don't have the money plus i have a shift to work tomorrow. it sucks cause you guys will be so close, but i won't be able to. i'm so sorry

I shut my phone off again and toss it onto my desk, flinching lightly at the loud thunk that echoes in my small, quiet, dark room.

I'm tired of hiding, of not being able to do anything because of financial issues and fear. Life shouldn't be this way-- it wasn't always this way even if it feels like it's been.

Not too long ago, I used to go out and take walks to the local library, hang out with my coworkers from the diner, and sometimes I'd even go out for a drink. But, as of recent, I just don't want to because of so many things that I shouldn't be dealing with at all, especially at such a young age.

I distance myself without wanting or meaning too, I just never have the energy to do more than what's required of me. Work, eat, sleep. That's it-- the same repeated cycle every single day.

Not to mention, I already struggle with making friends. I've always been a bit of a loner, only having a few friends in high school-- mainly because I was forced to socialize with the rest of my percussion section in band. Even then, they were all closer than I was with them.

Having to move from Nockfell killed any bit of outgoing personality I had, I think. I'm lucky enough to have my four-- three-- friends now.

So shouldn't I try to at least hold on to what I do have? Why can't I do just that?

With a gulp and an unwanted numbness starting to take over my sudden rush of emotions, I abruptly stand from my desk and walk to the door of my room, aggressively flicking on the lights.

I squint against the aggressive ability to see, noting that my room is just as untouched as it was when I started streaming last night-- my bed's made, the white pillows, black comforter, and Levi Ackerman plushie in their rightful places. There's still a pile of clean clothes taking up the left back corner of my floor. I need to fold them. My desk is still as tidy as it can possibly get and situated against my window, and my TV is hanging on the wall beside my tiny-as-fuck closet. Nothing's new. Nothing's different.

The same, uneventful morning as every other day.

And I have work in two hours.

I pick up my phone again, glancing down at a few more messages from Larry.

Lar-Bear :3 $$$ isnt a prob we got u n fuck ur boss come out!!!!!!! >:((((( how dare u tell a Scottish Lord no lest mine eyes beseech me

A light, amused smile quirks my lips for a moment.

Me Scottish Lord??????????

Lar-Bear :3 u heard me todd purchased land 4 my last bday n it made me a Scottish Lord legally i own a square ft of prairie land but it's MY square ft n i get 2 write Lord b4 my name on every legal doc so it checks out

I roll my eyes. Of course Todd had to go and stroke Larry's unnecessarily inflated ego just a bit-- and now he gets to call himself Lord Larry Johnson. Perfect.

Still, I'm giggling at it a bit. It is pretty funny, especially since he's so proud of his title.

Me lmao that's really cool larry. i'll make sure to call you Lord Lar-bear from now on, 'kay? but still, i really can't make it to vegas. just funds and work broski, i'm sorry and i really do miss all of you <3

Lord Lar-Bear :3 >:( u defy Lord Lar yet again ur punishment is 2 ignore responsibilities n come live it up in vegas

Me Larry LMAO please :,)))

Lord Lar-bear :3 :( ik, just lidding kidding* i mean i am lidding 2 straight lidding the top of a can of baked beans mom gave me u ever straight lid a can

Text conversations with Larry are never dull. Even though I still won't be able to go and see him and my other friends, I'm happy and content with having his companionship. He's a good friend who clearly knows how to lighten up a tense situation

Me nope, can't say i have. what, pray tell, is 'straight lidding?'

Lord Lar-Bear :3 smh uncultured swine i've raised u wrong STRAIGHT LIDDING is when u lick the lid of a can of shit cause u just can who wldn't wana straight lid

Me ewwwww lar 0_0 you're licking shit???? i'm sorry, forgive me, Lord Lar-Bear-- you're STRAIGHT LIDDING cans of shit?????

Lord Lar-Bear :3 -_- fuck myc ock just 4 tht, yea i am lidding straight shit (҂◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

I don't realize I'm smiling down at my phone until Ash's contact pops up when she calls.

I flinch back at her loud ringtone, nearly dropping the device, but I regain composure and quickly answer, lifting it to my ear.

"Y/n!!!!" Ash squeals excitedly. "Just wanted to let you know that I'm with all the boys right now!"

I take the hint immediately, noting the slight warning lilt in her voice. I need to be incognito-- no talk of Vi right now.

"Hey, Ash," I breathe, swallowing my nerves and preparing myself for any unwanted scenarios.

Voices fill in the silence from Ash's end of the call, the sound of various conversations and shuffling filling me with unwarranted anxiety. I'd be panicking if I were in her position right now.

"We're at the airport right now, getting ready to fly out to Las Vegas! Larry said that you can't come. Boo." Ash's fabrication of the truth slips from her lips like butter, spreading out so evenly that no one would suspect that she's covering up the fact that she already invited me to Vegas.

Still, I'm shocked to hear that they're leaving now. "Really?" I ask. "How long will you guys be there?"

"We're taking a week-long trip since it's, duh, Vegas. There's some kind of exclusive party happening tomorrow night, then we'll just be sight-seeing-- if we can-- for the next few days," my friend chirps, hissing out some kind of insult aimed at Larry before returning to the call. "Of course, we have work stuff to do-- bleh-- but we have the nights free. Hopefully it'll be fun, but it would have been better with you!"

I chew on the inside of my cheek, feeling a lump build in the back of my throat. Las Vegas sounds so fun. Jealousy and pure longing burn my insides, flames licking up the sides of my deflated morale. This is a dangerous situation for me, just as most unpredictable moments are.

Right now, I'm willing to drop absolutely everything and declare bankruptcy just so I can fly out and reunite with my closest friends.

"Yea, I wish I could come," I decide to say quietly, looking down at my bare feet as they kick at my black rug.

"THEN COME!!!!" A voice bellows, one that I can distinctly point out as Larry's.

My eyes widen and I find myself smiling again.

"Ash, tell him I said, 'I bet you'd like that, Lord Lar,'" I quickly say, holding my phone to my face with two hands as a giggle bubbles up my throat despite knowing that it's a risky move. Suppose he'd take the phone from Ash, for example.

"Ohhhh," Ash drawls, rolling her tongue, "Y/n's frisky today." Her voice sounds a bit quieter as she, probably, moves away from her phone to talk to Larry. "She says, 'I bet you'd like that, Lord Lar.'"

I can't contain my smile again, listening to Larry's muffled, outlandish guffaw leaking through the call. I can hear Ash's little giggles accompanying Larry's awful excuse of some kind of him-style seduction.

"Anyway," Ash breathes cheerily, returning to our conversation again. "Hopefully we'll be able to come and visit you soon, lovely. Until then, we'll update you with photos and scary tales of our time."

I lick my suddenly dry lips, nodding subtly before remembering that my dear friend can't see it. "That sounds good," I say, clearing my throat. "Have a safe flight and trip, and enjoy yourselves!"

"You know we will, honey! Nous vous aimons, Chérie!"

The call ends, her personal goodbye making no sense in my mind, though I'd guess it has something to do with loving me, given Ash's track record and knack for learning random phrases in other languages.

I feel lighter after talking with my friends, but I'm still aching on the inside. I hate knowing that they'll be so close, but still too far for me to reach them.

After days of having the party invitation marinating in my emails, I pull it up-- even if I am just adding fuel too my already raging fire and entertaining a fantasy that should only exist in my dreams.

Ya boi Kieran. I have no fucking clue who he is, but whatever.

I wonder if anyone would actually show up without clothes? I'll have to ask Ash if that happens. I'm sure she'll fill up my phone with photos too.

I shut my phone off with a huff, glaring at my toes buried in the ashen depths of my rug, dreading the moment that I have to step away from it's warm confines and embrace the cold wooden flooring. I wish I could stay in this moment forever before things get worse. With the path I'm headed down today, I'm bound to end up feeling even more guilty and lonesome than I already am.

Things always get worse before they get better.

Most of my long day is spent tending to ungrateful and inconsiderate customers, going as far as kicking a rowdy woman out myself. Lucky for me, I was able to convince her that I was the manager. Still not sure how I managed (haha, get it?) but I prevailed. Not that I really wanted to.

It's well after nine in the evening once I'm finally walking home, lazily putting one foot in front of the other as people rush past me, all drunk or on their way to it.

The stars and moon are hidden by all of the city lights, robbing me of a pretty view as per usual. Footsteps and laughter echo around me, conversations I shouldn't hear flitting about my head as a distraction from the terrorizing reminder that my friends are a mere couple hours away from me and I can't see them. The flashing headlights from cars and mirrored reflections on buildings blind me enough to steal my attention away from my morbid and overactive mind.

I almost hate to continue walking toward my apartment building, knowing that I'll be alone with my disquiet. I'll only have myself to talk to.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, so I instinctually pull it out, unlocking it and looking at the screen.

It's from The Faces Discord chat.

It's a photo that makes my entire body tense up with happiness and nausea all at the same time. Ash and Larry have their faces pressed together, the photo a close up of them-- I can't even see their necks. But the picture is so blurry that I can really only see their blurry outlines and smiling mouths.

A little giggle leaves my lips as I react to the photo with a heart emoji then shut off my phone, stuffing it back into my pocket as I walk up to my apartment building.

I don't bother greeting the security guard, only throwing him a polite little smile as I amble over to the elevators on tired and achy feet, taking the far too silent ride up to a higher floor.

But, a sudden rush of excitement washes over me upon finding that my apartment door is unlocked.

Dad's home.

Maybe my day was rough, and it did get worse like I suspected, but it got better too. I'm thrilled upon realizing my father is lying behind this door-- I haven't seen him in about a week now.

I rush into the apartment, throwing the door open and only wincing a bit when the handle hits the wall with a loud thunk.

My excitement is paused as I sink in on myself, nervous about whether neighbors are going to complain or if there'll be an extra bill we'll have to pay-- just to see dad rounding the corner with an alarmed look on his face.

He looks at the door, then up to me, relief filling his gaze as he relaxes his stance and smiles at me.

"Well, hell, Ducks. That's quite an entrance," he snickers, walking toward the door with long strides. He pulls the hunk of wood, checks the wall, then looks at the knob before swinging the door closed. "Good thing we have no damages, huh?"

"Oh, really?" I breathe, my skin cooling off from the rapid heat that'd overtaken me due to my panic. "Sorry, dad. I didn't mean to slam it, I just..."

Dad shakes his head, scrunching his eyebrows together as he waves me off, "No issue. I thought someone was coming to murder me, but I'm alive so I guess I'm not too disappointed."

I reel back, eyes widening at his slight dig. "Damn, rough day?" I giggle, knowing he's only joking.

"Meh," he shrugs with a big smile. "Same as always. How about you, Ducky?"

My mouth feels dry as I purse my lips. I try to say something, but anxiety silences me. So I just let my mouth shut again and shrug at my father who presses his lips into a thin line, pretty much catching my drift.

He takes a step forward and wraps an arm around my shoulders, directing me to the kitchen where the scent of bacon overwhelms me immediately. The smell is so strong that I'm shocked I couldn't detect it sooner.

"Tell me what's going on, hun," Dad says, walking towards the stove and dumping an egg mixture into a pan, the food sizzling as soon as it makes contact with the hot surface. Dad loves breakfast for dinner-- though this seems like it's closer to being considered a midnight snack.

"It's really not important," I say shyly, struggling as I lean against the refrigerator, my finger running along a ceramic horse-shaped magnet that I painted as a child. "Just trying to get this little... side job kickstarted, I guess?"

"It's always important, okay?" Dad says softly but seriously, sending me a little scolding look over his shoulder before returning to his cooking. "You can tell me anything. Every feeling is justified. But how's that going for you? I know you told me that you were going to start streaming with Ash, I haven't heard anything since."

I perk up a bit, knowing that I have at least a bit of good news to tell him. "It's actually going really well," I say, my voice a lot lighter compared to how heavy and down it was moments ago. "My last stream amassed about eight thousand viewers. I should be getting around $250 for that soon. I've been playing with Ash, Larry, Todd, and their friend Sal." It always feels weird to say Sally's real name, but in this case, my dad would probably understand that better than the guy's supposed stage name.

"That's great, honey, congratulations!" Dad chuckles a bit, a wide smile enveloping his stubbly face. "I'm really happy to hear that. $250 is good money for one night, yea." He nods his head in such a rhythmic way that it looks like he's listening to music. "So, how is the gang?"

I chew on my bottom lip. "They're doing well as far as I know. They, um... they're all in Vegas right now." My voice trails off toward the end as I purposefully thrust myself into the memory. Sometimes I just want to hurt. Maybe because it's the only thing that can feed into my make-believe scenarios at night-- once all the lights are out and I'm tucked into bed, my blankets pulled up to my chin. When it's just me and my monster of a mind.

Dad's startlingly quick spin pulls me from my thoughts and I look up, noting his exhilarated expression-- a wide smile to match his wide eyes and risen brows.

"You're kidding!" Dad says breathlessly, disbelief leaking from his deep voice. "When are they coming over here? They are coming, right?"

I look away from him. I know he misses my friends too-- after all, they were always hanging out at our apartment when we lived in Nockfell. He thought of Ash, Larry, and Todd as his own. We were all very close and I'm going to have to disappoint him. "No, they won't be coming. I think they have some stuff to do while they're there."

Dad deflates in a moment's notice, his shoulders falling just as his expression does. "Damn," he hisses, pursing his lips. "Really?"

I swallow the aggravating lump in my throat and chew on the inside of my cheek, trying not to think about how deeply the entire situation affects me. It's almost embarrassing to ache for something as strongly as I do-- to want and need something so fucking bad. Anyone else would say I don't need it, I just want it. But it doesn't feel that way.

"Yea, really," I say quietly, crossing my arms over my chest. "They... they invited me to go with them," I confess, unable to meet dad's eyes. "But money's tight and I'm working for the rest of the week anyway, so."

"Ducks," dad says, his voice disbelieving and a little upset. So I look up at him and try not to waver under his sad gaze. "Tell me you didn't tell them no because of that."

I scrunch my brows and shake my head lightly. "Of course I did. It's the truth."

Dad sighs, turning back to his eggs. "Go into my room and grab my wallet and my laptop," he mumbles, using a spatula to stir his concoction.

My heart races, hoping that he isn't trying to get me to Vegas, but praying he does at the same time. I feel guilty for wanting something like that, so I contain it, doing as he says and slipping away from the kitchen to walk into his room across from mine.

I flip on the lights, quickly scooping his wallet and laptop into my hands from his bed and wobbling back to the kitchen, placing the device with his wallet on top onto the counter.

Dad leans down, switching the stove off then leaning over to grab a piece of bacon. "Food's ready," he says between the slice in his mouth. He turns around and walks to my side, opening his laptop and logging in.

The man sucks on the bacon like it's a lollipop and clicks on various things on his laptop, his eyes moving quickly as the screen reflects onto them.

"Alright," he says, finally biting off a piece of bacon and gesturing to the screen.

I look over, gulping at the list of flights leaving Los Angeles with Las Vegas as their destination.

"Dad--" I scramble to get out, looking up at him with horror in my gaze and pain filling my heart. We don't have the money for this and I don't need it.

My father just rolls his eyes and takes another bite of his bacon. "Shush, y/n. Pick a day you want and spend a night out there. Okay? I want you to visit your friends. Plus, I have savings. A little trip for you won't hurt, so don't worry."

I glance back at the screen with tears filling my eyes and my heart racing so quickly that my limbs feel numb. I could die right now and I'd still be happy.

My dad and I have tackled everything together. It's always been just us two, even when mom was still around. He and I went to therapy together, we went on trips together, we did homework together. We've been with each other at our highest and lowest points. After everything, still, to this day, he manages to give me what I want most when I'm at my worst.

He's lucky I'm not a spoiled brat, but I'm lucky that he isn't mom.

I snort, grabbing onto dad's shoulder and squeezing. "Fuck you," I murmur jokingly, to which he flicks me off with a cheeky little smile.

"Seriously, though," he says, squeezing my hand that rests on his shoulder. "Pick out a day and don't worry about a price."

I nod my head quickly, trying to overlook my guilt hurdle as my eyes travel over the screen. "I'd like to leave tomorrow if possible..." I murmur, frowning at the ridiculous last-minute flight prices. "There's a party they invited me to at nine tomorrow night, but I don't need to go."

"Look," he says, pointing a finger at a flight. "There's one here. You'd have to be out of the house for six tomorrow morning though. Can you do that? I'll drop you off at the airport for takeoff at eight."

"Ew," I say, shaking my head and taking a step away. "That's a $300 flight, dad. Absolutely not."

He looks at me blankly, then clicks on the flight since his cursor was already hovering there.

I flinch, rushing forward as a wave of fear and guilt washes over me again. I don't need a $300 flight. I can just go another day.

But dad holds a hand out, stopping me in my tracks with raised eyebrows and a stern expression. "Shut up and accept this nice deed," he warns, a little smile on his lips.

"Gosh, dad," I complain, feeling like I'm literally going to throw up when he looks back at the screen and autofills his bank account information before booking the flight. It's a thirty second ordeal of me fidgeting in my stance before deflating over the reality that I'm going to Las Vegas tomorrow morning.

"Don't 'gosh,dad!' me. I want you to go enjoy your day. Call into work early tomorrow morning while we're heading to the airport and tell them you're sick. Fuck the rules," Dad cackles ruthlessly, pushing his laptop away for a moment then opening his wallet.

"What are you, an anarchist?" I snort, still fighting back tears.

Dad tilts his head as he flips through bills. "Thought you knew I already violated several Geneva Conventions," he murmurs, making a loud cackle of my own escape my lips.

I hope he's just kidding.

"Here," he says, shoving a few bills into my line of vision. "Take care of yourself while you're over there. Let's go find a hotel for you real quick, okay?"

I take the money without looking at it. I'd burst into tears and shove it back toward him if I saw the amount, I just know it.

So after I tuck the cash into my pocket, I let a smile pull at my lips as I watch my dad open a new search tab. I can't believe I got so lucky today. I thought dad was the icing on the cake-- but he just had to add a cherry on top too.

"Okay, thanks dad."

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A/N::::::: i had a shitty day so here's a chapter :P

it's a bit fast-paced and boring but.... IT'S EXCITING TOO BECAUSE OUR REUNION IS COMING UP SOONNNNN IWHEFOIHEWOIFHOIEHF YAAAYYYYYYY can't breathe BUT I'M SO EXCITED

how do u guys think it'll go? :3

as always, i love each of you with my entire soul and being. You make up the contents of my heart. rest well, stay safe, and have a wonderful morning/day/evening/night <3333

#sally face fandom #sally face fanfiction #sal fisher #future smut #sally face #enemies to lovers #larry johnson #todd morrison #travis phelps #ash campbell

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