#( thank you for the patience! it's taken me awhile to get back to this one )

[yujinnieswifeu]

Can you write red velvet x fem reader?

a/n: Hii i’m so so truly sorry for the long wait anon, please forgive me!! 😭 since i don’t really know much abt red velvet, i just wrote some drabbles of Irene and Seulgi, i hope its fine and you enjoy it!! Thanks for the request ;)

Warnings: none, just super fluffy hehe

How Irene and Seulgi reacts during confessions

Irene

We all know Irene is ice queen and im not going to change my mind 🤓 so when you hear the words that spilled past her lips when she confesses that she liked you for awhile now, you were not only taken back, but also glad she had come up to you first since if it was the other way around, you probably would not have said anything because of her icy demeanour and just go home crying in your pillows.

“S-so..i just want to know if you like me too?” Her hands were kept busy, a nervous habit of hers and you held them abruptly, which makes her breath hitch slightly, her face getting slightly red at the contact.

“I liked you for a while now too” you had nodded your head, squeezing her hands which were probably sweaty but you did not care one bit. “You..do?” She looks up at you, since you were slightly taller than her, and your lips curves up to your eyes, your eyes were sparkling which she was always drawn to. It just made her fell for you even more and she could feel her heart beating against her chest.

“Can i..kiss you?” She inches closer, backing you up against the wall of your enclosed room, her demeanour changing but you kinda liked it? “Y-yeah..” Irene closes the gap between you two, kissing you softly at first, your hands were squeezing hers slightly and she rubs your palm, deepening the kiss.

She pulls away, her eyes a darker shade of brown. “You taste so good y/n…”

Seulgi

Seulgi is so puppy coded?? You can’t tell me otherwise. Just imagine her always being so cheerful wherever she goes, it was something that you always liked about her, her bubbly personality. But beyond that, she was always so sweet as well, whenever you were sad over a break up with one of your exes, she was there for you. Telling you that they don’t deserve you, telling you that it was their loss and that you deserve someone better.

Soon, you found yourself drawn to her, how she always cared for you and at your side no matter what happens, making you fall in love with her even more. And not to mention how pretty she looks, how could you not?

It was as if luck was on your side, and as cliche as it sounds, you tripped and fell on her accidentally, her back hitting the hard floor as your face were inches away from hers. It was like those k-dramas, and in that moment, you felt it, the electricity between you two. Your eyes searched hers, and she simply gulped, before reminding you that you were still on top of her.

After that incident, she has been ignoring you. It was coming to a week now and you were starting to lose patience. Every time you would go up to her to try to spark a conversation, she would just find someone else to talk to, dragging them away instead, leaving you frustrated.

When you saw her again, she was about to run off with someone and that was when you erupted. “Kang Seulgi!” She had stopped in her tracks, everyone around her started to quickly walk away from you two, realising the situation and you stomped up to her.

“I’ve had it up to here with you, explain why you are avoiding me!” You said rather loudly, your teeth were clenched slightly in frustration as your hands were curled into a fist. “Wha..what are you talking a-about?” She was acting dumb which frustrated you even more, rolling your eyes as you let out a frustrated sigh, you pulled at her wrist, yanking her to an empty classroom before closing the door behind you two.

“Explain yourself Kang, ever since that incident you have been avoiding me.” You whined in annoyance, and she could feel her cheeks turning hot just at the thought of the incident. How could she not? She had this huge HUGE crush on you for the longest time now and that happened, it just made her scared, she did not want to lose you.

“I….i..i’m sorry.” She sighed, her hands were sweaty as she placed them at her side like a kid would, which made you sigh, holding one of her hands in yours as you gave it a comforting squeeze. “Please Seulgi…tell me why? Did you know? I…i was so happy when that happened, to be that close to you..i know it sounds wrong and all but i think..i think i like you? I’m not sure yet but you make me fee—”

Soft lips on yours, Seulgi kisses you with hunger, her hands now at the sides of your cheeks as she cups them, you groan into the kiss, your hands tangled in her hair as you pull her impossibly closer to you, making out messily.

Soon, you two pull away, breathing heavily and she giggles, breaking the silent. “Wha..whats so funny?” Seulgi shakes her head, smiling which makes you smile too. The Seulgi you knew was back. “I..i like you y/n..for the longest time, i’m sorry for ignoring you, i was just scared of losing you as a friend so i thought that if i ignored you, we would at least still be f-friends.” Her voice cracked a little at the end, and it made your heart break.

You cup her cheeks this time, wiping the tears forming at her eyes away with your thumb before pecking her soft lips again. “I like you Seulgi, i want to be more than friends if that is what you want to.” She smiles contagiously, nodding her head and you smiled back, before pulling her in for another kiss.

[goddessofmischief]

Hey, thanks for tagging :) I am 34, so the "old men" are not so old to me and quite frankly, watching Shanks, Buggy and Mihawk in OPLA is feeling like coming home to old friends back from 20 years ago. (I was crushing on Shanks and Buggy so much...😅) So I thought, maybe you could write something where fem!reader already knows them and has a soft spot for each of them, since back when they were flirting and making fun when they were young. Now as adults they meet again and the chemistry is still there.

I remember one of my stories from back then. I was jealous of mermaids, because all the pirates got stupid once they're around, and a drunk Shanks said: "nah, you wouldn't like to be one; You'd be missing slamming doors and Buggy would drown on daily basis just to say hi-." Both Buggy and Reader: "shut up! So not true!". Just like young stupids are... :)

Anyways, thanks for your writing and I can't wait to read more about the "get-shit-done"-squad Mihawk, Shanks and Buggy

     — MERMAIDS (YOUNG SHANKS X READER, YOUNG BUGGY X READER)

A/N: Hope this is alright: since your formal request was so in line with what the theme of the series will be anyway, I used the excerpt of your line as basis for this particular fic. All credit of course goes to you for coming up with the lines and the idea. On a personal note, I just want to say how much I respect that you were an OG fic writer and still have interest in and love for these characters. Welcome home.

...

You would have believed that you had been at sea for years, until Buggy reminded you that it had only been weeks.

Granted, this is how he reminded you:

"It's been wee-eks," Buggy whined, stretching out on his hammock. Shanks was collapsed against the wall, fingers knotted together, eyes not really focused on any particular place.

And you? You were lying on the floor, gazing up at the wooden ceiling, wondering if it would be a good idea to leave the cabin and see the stars.

Being on the ship for weeks was highly irregular for your crew. Great captain he was, Roger knew he could only keep this ragtag group sane if they stepped onto shore and ate an orange every once in awhile. This concern was triply inflated by the fact that he had three young adults onboard who became very antsy if they had to stay in one place for too long. Your patience certainly rivaled Buggy's or even Shanks', but even you had your limit, and you had met it long ago.

The ship would have planned to make port nearly a week before, but the World Government was closer to finding you than ever. It was simply too dangerous.

You soon learned how your friends reacted to a situation such as this. Shanks had retreated mostly into silence, with exception of the odd joke or attempt at conversation, and Buggy had decided he blamed you both somehow for this situation and that any words exchanged with either of you would only be of the complaining nature.

"I know, Bugs," said Shanks, and you were surprised to hear him answer Buggy's complaint. You exchanged glances with him, then turned back to Buggy.

"Let's go outside, yeah?" you suggested. "Do something fun."

"Everyone's outside," Buggy complained. "They've been yelling over something for hours."

"And you didn't think that was important to mention, Bugs?" Shanks asked, irritably. Buggy shrugged.

...

The thing that had sparked such interest in the crew was simply that, as your ship had sailed very far into the deepest waters, much farther than usual, you had sailed into a home of mermaids. Extremely dangerous, and the crew knew it.

It did not negate their interest whatsoever, though.

Pirates get stupid when mermaids are around. It is a core trait of pirates and no less than a sacred tenet of piracy itself. More than a few decent men have been seduced to the sea by the very concept of mermaids, and to that end, the idea of finding one.

Shanks and Buggy were no exception.

You had never really taken the care to notice how they behaved with girls. Their flirting was of no interest to you, and so you didn't bother to surveil it. But it came to your attention now that they had terribly different styles: namely, that Buggy was mostly content to sit and watch from the edge of the deck, and Shanks was more interested in yelling, waving, and nearly falling off the boat.

Granted, by this time, alcohol had become involved, and all bets were off.

Despite all the excitement, the first in weeks, Shanks had begun to notice how quiet you'd become. He approached you, somewhat cautiously, hoping you wouldn't react with a retort or a threat.

"You okay?"

You nodded, staring at the drink you held.

"You sure?"

You shrugged, whispering something under your breath that Shanks struggled to hear.

"What's that?"

You spoke again, slightly more than a whisper, but Shanks heard it all the same.

"...I wish I was a mermaid."

"You wish you were a mermaid?" He repeated loudly, almost outraged. You shushed him, and he just laughed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just... nah, you wouldn't like to be one. You'd be missing... slamming doors, and Buggy would drown himself on a daily basis just to say hi-"

"Shut up!" you giggled. "So not true!"

"And then, of course, there'd be all the pirates. I wouldn't like sharing you with them."

"I'm a pirate. You're a pirate."

"I'm a different sort of pirate. And you're barely a pirate at all."

You shrank back, inexplicably hurt by Shanks' drunken offhand insult.

"I'm as much of a pirate as you."

"Of course you are. I didn't mean that. Not like that. I mean, you're just... you're very careful, you're much too good for us. You're not messy or mean like the rest of us are."

"What do you think I am, then?"

"A princess," he blurted out, and you tried not to laugh. "I've always thought so."

"Always?"

"Mhm. The whole time."

You studied Shanks' face, seeing him in a new light that you'd never glimpsed anyone in before. Had he always been this cute, or charming, or kind?

Well, it didn't matter if he always had been, because he was now, and before you had given much thought to it at all you were pushing his straw hat back and he was meeting your lips in a kiss, your first, his first.

"You're a terribly nice pirate," you mumbled.

"You're a terribly beautiful princess," he replied.

You both parted awkwardly, staring at each other with confused half-smiles and resigning to focusing your attentions back on the ocean. For now, it was merely a strange evening, a shooting star, but later on, you would remember that night as the precise moment you began to love Red-Haired Shanks.

And Buggy, watching from across the ship, would remember that night as the second time a deep knot of resentment grew in his chest, one that would only become larger with time. The first time had been as a child, when Shanks had done something exceptionally well where Buggy had failed, and Roger placed his famous straw hat onto his head.

The second time was tonight, because of you.

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[sparrowrye]

A Little Something….

Update + Snippet

Greetings my little devils. Thank you, as always, for being so persistent in your patience with me! I’m hitting quite the writer’s block as I start the transition between DEMI DEMON and a new Alastor x Reader story.

It’s a late Spring cleaning for us! Expect pinned posts to be rewritten, new pinned ones to come out (super excited about some of these), and a few polls about the current or new story.

Part 15: boiling blood is half written and boy is it spicy 🌶️ I’ll update you when I’m close to posting it

As a little gift for your patience, here’s a snippet I wrote awhile back. It was the first part of a random story I had and the inspiration came from these images (at the bottom) on Pinterest - my unhealthy addiction

Enjoy!

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My hands gripped the edges of the stone sink as I sucked in a shaky breath. My legs were ready to give out at any moment. My recent patient nearly died and it had taken nearly all my energy to bring him back from the land of the dead. He was a fighter and his memories alone were enough of suck the very life out of my lungs; memories that were familiar to me.

I splashed my face with the ice cold water before I could trail down that dark path. My bones ached, a migraine pressed at the front of my head, and my throat was horribly dry. I gulped down several mouthfuls of water before looking at myself in the mirror.

My eyes were red and chronic dark circles under my eyes dragged my skin down. I looked half dead, which to be fair, wasn't really far from the truth. I grabbed the small towel and dried my face. I kept it pressed against my eyes, enjoying the only clean and sand-free thing I owned.

When I looked back in the mirror, hoping to see a slight improvement in my features, I noticed a dark figure in the doorway.

I spun, hand extended. A silver blade flew from my sleeve and buried its tip in the stone. I instantly recognized the tall ears, skinny cane, and red coat. His lips pulled back to reveal a yellow-teeth smile. His head remained still as his eyes glanced over at the knife a few inches from his face.

"Was that out of respect or inaccuracy?" he asked.

"What do you think?" I lowered my hand and took two steps back.

"Good to see you haven't lost your touch." His sharp claws tapped his cane one at a time. He brought a hand up to examine the knife still buried three-quarters of the way in the stone. He recognized the art of the handle. "Or my gift."

"Weapons aren't allowed in this settlement," I justified. "It's the only one I have." I mentally kicked myself. I had just admitted to being defenseless.

He grabbed the handle and pried it out of the wall with one swift pull. He examined the blade in his hand, glancing up to look at me briefly through his red hair. Had it gotten darker? "Come, dear," he curled the knife in his hand and turned away, "we have much to discuss."

I clenched my hands into fists at my side. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"We're not going anywhere," he said over his shoulder so nonchalantly, "but it's rude not to entertain a guest. Especially at such a late hour." I followed to the entrance of my room and watched him lean against the wall closest to the stove. "You remember how I like my coffee."

"At such a late hour?" I mocked, taking only a few steps from my room.

"I have business to attend to at the Hive. Traveling at all hours of the day gets us there sooner." His eyes glanced briefly at the stove as an incentive.

I swallowed on nothing. "I'm not going to entertain you after you nearly killed me and Creo when we escaped." The memory of my brother and I trying to make our escape had always burned in the back of my mind.

Alastor gave a fake gasp, still sporting his stupid smile, and put a hand on his chest. "I did not try to kill you..." His smile molded into a smirk. "That was the attempt before your successful one."

"We almost died on that cliff!" I took a daring step forward.

He shrugged and put both hands on his cane, swiveling it around in front of him. He cocked his head to the side. "It did what I wanted. You broke your foot and couldn't attempt it again for weeks."

My voice dropped an octave. "You did more than just break my foot while I was stuck with you."

"May we have this conversation over coffee? I am so very tired and we have much to discuss." He lifted the knife from his cane and spun it once in his fingers, eyes glancing sideways at me. I knew what he was implying.

I pulled in a deep breath then I crossed the room to start the coffee. The embers in the stove were enough for the dry weeds to catch flame. I closed the metal door and brought out the coffee pot. I dropped the powder in and put it on the stone plate over the fire.

"What do you want?" I asked, turning to lean against the adjacent wall so I could have him in my full sights. My arms crossed my chest protectively.

"Tell me about this life of yours." He gestured to the small cave.

"It's simple and perfect. Wouldn't want to ever leave it."

"Why's that? Surely you're bored here."

My heart was beating in my ears now. "I'm not leaving. And neither is Creo."

"Quit being so defensive, my dear." He pushed off the wall and swung his arms dramatically. "We are merely two acquaintances catching up after a seven year parting."

I couldn't abate the nausea that was creeping into my throat. I was so nervous it was making me sick. "Is that we are?"

"You don't believe so?"

"'I am the master and you the servant. Heed my words carefully,'" I repeated the phrase that had haunted me for years.

"I recall saying that within the first year of you joining me," he sounded unfazed. "Our dynamic changed as the years went on."

"Careful, Alastor," I dared to say his name in such a casual manner, "someone might think we're lovers."

He closed his eyes with a soft chuckle. Being lovers had been insinuated by the warriors after my first two years with him. He had always kept me at his side and put aside time to find ways to enhance my magic or my vision seeking. It had never been anything more than rumors. Eventually they were silenced when Husker, the captain, earned enough credit among the ranks for them to believe him when he said Alastor and I were master and student, not lovers.

When Alastor opened his eyes again they were already looking at me. "I must say, I do enjoy seeing this new you. Not as timid and afraid as you once were." It took him three steps to cross the small kitchen and stand an inch from me. He towered above me like he always had, making me shrink under his daunting shadow.

"W-well, I've grown," I replied. "Seven years can do a lot for someone." I leaned against the poorly melded counter, nails scraping the stone on either side of my hip. His familiar, overpowering scent of smoke and incest filled my nose. It made the world kilter to one side.

"Indeed it does. Perhaps you will hear me out then." He leaned down so our faces were inches apart. My back was hurting from bending it so far over the counter in an attempt to keep the distance. I casted my eyes down at my hands on the edge of the counter, at my shirt, at anything other than him.

A blade snapped up in my vision. I let out a gasp as the edge barely caught my nose. Cold claws grabbed my wrist and wrenched it off the counter. His red, beady eyes stared back at me, focusing less on the knife and more on my eyes. It was hard to breathe.

The knife dropped into the palm of my hand and I flinched. My eyes darted down to the weapon as he gradually moved closer, red hair brushing against my cheek. What was he going to do? I've seen him rip someone's ear off before. Nothing but red filled my vision as he pressed me further into the counter. His breath was hot on my ear.

"The coffee is boiling."

He abruptly straightened up and took a single step back. I sucked in fresh air, eyes jumping from him to the kettle. The sight of the brown liquid spilling on the hot stone pulled me out of my daze. I grabbed the pot and put it on a single plate full of cold sand to keep it from toppling over. I slipped the knife into my sleeve holster and brushed past him to grab a mug, careful not to actually touch him. I drew in another deep breath.

The kitchenware was stored in a cabinet further from the stove, also dug into the rock. We had only two mugs - for two people. They were probably the finest, straightest thing we owned. They were a cool, maroon color and had a wide base.

I grabbed the two mugs and poured a full cup in one and half in the other. I made sure to use the non-chipped mug for him. When I turned to hand it to him, he had already seated himself at the living room table. His legs were folded neatly under him and his staff resting not too far. I hated when he moved silently - it was unsettling.

Biting the inside of my lip, I passed over to the carpeted area and placed the mug in front of him. His eyes examined the simple mug before bringing it to his lips, taking a long inhale of the steam. His eyes flicked up to mine as I pretended to take a sip of my own cup.

"Your taste in coffee has sweetened," he remarked into the mug, finally tasting it.

"Creo doesn't like the dark brand you drink."

"But you do."

"Not anymore." I placed the warm mug on the table and leaned on my elbows. I pressed my hands against the hog mug in an effort to keep myself from fidgeting.

"Your elbows, dear," he corrected.

I had half the mind to ignore him but the last thing I needed was to give him a reason to be angry or annoyed. The uneasy feeling in my stomach grew as I pulled my elbows off the table and tapped a finger against the clay cup.

"Why are you here?"

"I told you," he glanced at me briefly over the rim of the mug, "I have an audience with Lucifer in the Hive."

"No. Why are you here? It's not like you to be away from the front lines and when you do you're quick to get back. So why bother stopping in a small, unimportant village?"

His smile quirked to the side. He placed the mug down, using his pinky finger to keep it from hitting the table too hard, mostly out of sheer habit since the table was covered in rugs and wool.

"Perceptive, as always." He placed his hands in his lap, back straight and manners reigned in perfectly. "Well, my dear, I had a vision of this very conversation. I planned my route to the Hive and stopped only at the nearest villages that I knew had their residents living in stone."

A vision. How developed was that skill, now? He had them quite often when I was with him but now it's been seven years. Surely he developed that skill exponentially. Is that why he hadn't flinched when I threw my knife?

"Most villages live in stone," I said, unsure of what to say.

"Not anymore, my dear. They have no need to be with the Humans securely behind Sharptooth's pass."

"Then why look for me? Why waste your time going to villages to find me? Surely you've already found a replacement healer for your army. That wouldn't be very smart of you if you hadn't."

"Indeed I did." He lifted the mug to drink again. He must be pretty tired if he's drinking sweet coffee.

"So then why are you here talking to me?" I asked again. He took his time, eyes closed as he drank the thick coffee, and let the silence hold over our heads. I could remember how uncomfortable it once made me when he created prolonged silence. I felt it creeping back into my bones, struggling to shove it down and stare at him until he was ready to speak again.

Finally he lowered the mug. His claws stayed wrapped around the handle as he placed it on the table. "I had not intended for you to stay away for so long. My spy's past caught up to him and died on his mission to follow you. I intend to bring you back."

There it is. I knew what he wanted but hearing him say it still hit me like a train. My hands pressed into the mug so hard that I worried it might crack and shatter. Fear gripped my shoulders and held my spine in place. His eyes stayed firmly locked with mine as I struggled to find my words. I had to pry my eyes away from his and stare down at the dark liquid.

But did he say...

He had let me stay away? Did that mean he had let me escape on purpose? How long was he planning to let me try to make a life on my own before roping me back in? Who had been the spy?

"I will not be going back with you," I said slowly. It felt like I was standing in the center of a metal rabbit trap, the claws ready to snap up and decapitate me. "I fought tooth and nail for this life, for Creo. You won't take it from us."

He let out a sigh, his smile still pressed in his cheeks. "Is it really one you wish to risk your safety, your brother's safety, over?"

"Yes."

"Why?" He tilted his head so his ears waved. He lifted the mug to his lips again, eyes never once leaving mine. He sounded genuinely interested in my answer.

My palms turned up to the ceiling, mouth moving but no words coming out. How could he be serious? My life was hell with him and his army. He knew how to twist my thoughts around so I went the other route. "Creo's life isn't being threatened. He's not at risk for dying from a Human attack. And he's not being influenced by the tough, respect-less army lifestyle.”

"You view it as respect-less?" He sounded surprised, curious even, at the term.

"Among each other," I revised, "I don't want him adopting their behavior." My back was starting to hurt.

"He is not six years old anymore," he lowered the mug just enough to say his part, "he's now, what, fourteen?”

"Sixteen," I answered. "Still an impressionable age."

"Most people his age have their occupation or are married. It appears he has found his occupation." He glanced around at the various gadgets and inventions littering the place.

"He's finishing his childhood since he didn't have one."

"He's a man, my dear, no longer a boy."

"My answer is no. We are not coming with you."

He placed the mug down. "Then leave him. I only need you."

"We don't separate."

He broke his manners by placing his elbow on the table and leaning his chin on the back of his hand.  "You realize you are the one who makes these things difficult? I am not to blame anymore."

"We are not going with you," I punctuated each word. "You will have to drag me by my teeth." Even as I said it, I wish I hadn't. I knew he would do it if it came to that. He wasn't above anything.

"How unfortunate." He grabbed his staff and stood. I was faster, on my feet in an instant and ready for him to do something dangerous. "You've lost your good manners in my absence."

He looked to the front door as two men burst through it, dragging Creo's hissing form. They were dressed in red and both held a struggling arm. One of them had a tight grip on the back of his neck. Creo dug his feet into the ground and tried to wrench himself free.

The men forced him onto his knees and the one man pulled on his hair so he was forced to look up at Alastor. The Demon took a single stride to stand above him. "My my, you've grown quite a lot," he crossed his arms and leaned heavily on his red cane, "You were barely past my knees last I saw you. Do you remember me?"

"Should I?" Creo hissed when the man pulled tighter on his hair.

"Indeed. That burn mark on the back of your neck is my crest." He reached a single claw around to press on the spot under his long hair. Creo's eyes fell to me. "You belong to me."

"He doesn't know how to fight like your warriors," I said, voice echoing too loudly off the walls. Alastor straightened up and turned his head just enough to look at me out the corner of his eye. "He has no use for your army."

"No use? I see a bright mind eager to explore his skills and limitations." He looked at the random metal objects and inventions lying around the cave. "I could easily provide materials and guidance to a gifted inventor."

"Neither of us are going with you." It didn't sound as firm as I wanted.

His eyes found mine. "I am gracing you with one more opportunity, meerkat," he used the condescending nickname. "Return with me willingly and I ensure Creo stays out of my ranks and out of harm's way. If I have to...drag you back by your teeth...he will remain on the front lines." He leaned his cane sideways and watched, waited, for my answer.

Why hadn't I received a vision about this? I had lost touch with that skill since leaving Alastor but surely my mind would've predicted this? Would've saved me? Yet I had no vision. I was standing before Alastor and about to determine how my life, and Creo's, would go. Why could I never keep either of us safe? Why was it so hard to keep our lives secure? To give us a normal life?

Alastor was uprooting us. We had found a place to let our roots grow but he was pulling us up as if the soil had been sand this whole time. He was taking us away from a shady, moist area and placing us in a plant pot in the middle of the desert.

I didn't know how to feel. I was at a complete loss. My heart felt like it had been wrenched out. I had believed wholeheartedly that I had managed to evade him, to finally outsmart him and hide away. Our city was far from the front lines and he had no reason to be so far back into Duner territory. It was thanks to his audience with the King that he had found me.

"What do you say, my dear?" He stepped closer and the sound of his cane tapping the stone sounded like a key locking the cage door.

There was no debate. Alastor had spent half his life fighting, meaning I wouldn't be able to beat him in a one on one fight. Even if I had a chance, I didn't want to bank Creo's safety on it. If I fought Alastor and lost, he would put Creo on the front lines. I may never see him again. I lowered my head, staring at the tip of his black boots.

"Okay."

"What was that?" He took another step forward. It felt like the corners of the room were darkening.

"I will go with you."

He stepped closer still, claw coming up to push my chin up. His red face was clouding my entire vision and his canine teeth poked out of his lips in an ugly smirk.

"Willingly?" he pressed.

"Yes," I clenched my teeth in a snarl but it was far from one. He raised his eyebrows and examined my face with half lidded, knowing eyes. My lips closed over my teeth. "Yes, Alastor."

He hummed in satisfaction. "Come dear, show me that lovely smile. You know you're never fully dressed without one!"

[heilos]

Hello! My name is Moriah and I am a junior in high school. I was wondering if I might be able to get your insight on a few questions I have?

I am in my final years of high school and am starting to think about college but I have no idea what I want to pursue. I know I love art, so for a long time I have been thinking about getting an art major or going to an art school.

I’m reaching out because I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR ART and I think you are a very talented artist! I have been in love with your art for so long and I am curious and wondering how you are able to fit drawing into your life?

1.) If you went to college for art, what was it like? Do you think going to school for art or having an art major is worth it?

2.) how can I fit art into my everyday life? I’m sure you have work and other things to do in your life so how do you balance it out? (I just want to know how you can draw as much as you do!)

3.) do you do art as a full-time career or part-time career? is it an alright source of income? If it is a part-time career, how do you balance work, personal life, and art?

Thank you so much! And sorry if these questions might seem personal. I just want to know how other artist manage to draw and create their work and still have an adult life. Thanks again, and thank you for being a huge inspiration in my life to create the art I love! Your art means so much to me!❤️❤️ ❤️

Hi Moriah! Thank you so much for your patience since it took me a bit to answer this. I'll do my best to be as honest as possible. 1) I think going to college can be beneficial even if I wish i'd done things differently. In hindsight I would have definitely taken more time to really look through all available options instead of gunning straight for the most "prestigious" looking colleges since the idea of having a big name school on your resume was pretty prevalent when I was growing up. I went to Savannah College of Art and Design or SCAD for short and while I don't regret the friends I made there, I do regret not understanding just how much an institution like that ended up costing in loans compared to what I got out of it education wise. It always hurts my heart to see other kids get chained to huge amounts of student loan debt that could have been avoided. And even then you don't necessarily need a college degree for every type of art job. Your portfolio is what really matters more to prospective work places if you're looking at a career related to art. I would also keep in mind that the field is very competitive depending on what your goals are. Do you want to get into animation? game design? illustration? comics? prop design, character design or environment design? ect ect. Always try and give yourself the best advantage you can with researched knowledge of what you might be getting yourself into. Also there is no rush to go immediately into college even if you're dead set on wanting to attend one. Please give yourself as much time as you need to really make that decision and, if you have the option, don't feel pressured into thinking you HAVE to make that choice immediately out of high school. 2) I do get quite a bit of production art done on my days off mostly since I'm very experienced in working on group projects like Mystery Skulls Animated. When you're doing art and production work with other people, there's a different mindset in that others are relying on you to keep decently productive so that you're not holding up the pipeline if you're dedicated to seeing a project through to completion. Now when it comes to purely fun art on the side, I've actually only recently started balancing my time out better with work to sketch since the draw back of working on a group project like this for so long is a certain level of burn out. I had about a 2-3 year period where I couldn't get myself to draw much of anything even if I was excited about something like a new game or animated series and it's taken awhile to come to terms with the time lost since my body and head needed that time to recover and that's something i'm much more ok with now. I'm not the absolute best on advice for time management unfortunately, but seeking out projects that might interest you and lets you collaborate with other artists is definitely one way to keep yourself excited and engaged when wanting to make art. Just know and/or learn your limits and you'll be better about not getting too burned out when trying to find that decent balance of art time and other life activities. 3) I actually don't do art full time even if that was originally the plan back in college. I personally found out that I didn't want to turn it into a job the closer graduation came, but that varies completely from person to person and plenty of up and coming artists have found fulfillment in having art be their job too. I used to make prints for conventions so that was a partial income source for a little bit, but again for me it got tiring and I ended up getting a different more physical job to supplement my income while still being able to have enough time to stick around with my friend group on our music video projects. And again there's no shame in taking some time in trying to figure out if you want to make art your job and coming to a different conclusion. Sometimes the things we plan when we're younger take a wildly different turn out of left field and education or job aspirations are very much included in that.

[noisydreamlandkoala]

The Queens Court

CHAPTER FIVE:THE COURT

Before you start reading I'd like to warn you on the possibly confusing way I go from referring to Marinette to Marie than back to Marinette again. I'm trying to highlight the girls identity crisis. She is not quite sure who she. Plus those who knew her in the past refer to her as Marie and those who are new to her life know her as Marinette. Different POV's will have different refrences. Thank you for your patience.

YOUROFFICIALREPIRTER@BLONDIE

A few reminders will be posted tommorow to ensure that you survive the queens rein.

#stayinfirmedtostayalive

Jason had brought along her motorcycle for Gotham. He said he was apparently the only brave enough (stupid enough) to drive the thing though the Zeta tubes. Marinette's friend group was not quite sure what connection Marinette's family had to the heroes, all the knew was rich people had connections.

Marinette had been overjoyed at the sight. She had admittedly missed the benefits that came with coming from a rich family.

"Your car shall be here by the end of the day tommorow," Jason smiled watching his sister's happiness. It had admittedly been awhile, when Marinette had cut contact with the family, they had decided to give her space, she was obviously going through something.

They had been overjoyed when Damian had gotten the call of their sister being back to her old antics. Though their happiness was soon crushed when a text from the blonde heiress that summaried what exactly had been the cause of her sudden change.

While his family scrambled to get their private jet ready, he had grabbed a few clothes hopped on her motorcycle, driven it to the batcave and Zetared straight to Paris. No one messes with a member of the batfamily.

"So tell me about this whole bullying situation," he calmly said causing the girl to freeze in the middle of inspecting her motorcycle. Not that they was anything wrong with it, he had made sure of that, taking care of it while she was away.

This statement gained the blonde's attention as well who had finally stopped staring at Marie's, much to Jason's relief, in order to meet the older boys gaze with a raised eyebrow. The boy was admittedly not dumb as he had caught Marie's reaction to the comment.

"Marinette," he said darkly. Jason couldn't help but appreciated the dark energy that radiated from the boy.

"Not now," the girl whispered as she gazed at the ground. "I'll explain everything when everyone gets here I promise"

"You better," the boy growled angrily causing the boy to flinch. Jason raised his eyebrow at the reaction clearly perplexed. This reaction was foreign to him, his sister usually met such remark with her oen fiery temper, what had these people done to her. Despite the odd reaction Jason had taken the liberty of glaring at the blonde brat for making his sister uncomfortable. The blonde himself had faltered at the reaction.

"Marie love I'm not angry at you," he saud approaching the girl with an embrace before kissing the top of her head. "Just at the idiots who are surely going to loose their heads for this."

"Watch where you place those lips blondie," Jason muttered earning an eye roll from the pair.

"Well I can always place them on her-"

"No we're not doing this," Marinette interrupted face turning red. "Let's go upstairs and catchup."

Before either boy could protest she grabbed their hands and dragged them upstairs, back to her room. The next two hour were filled with awkward conversations, males butting heads and Marinette's never ending embarrassment.

This was interrupted by a soft knock on the trap door.

"Oh someone in this place knocks," Felix muttered bitterly as he thought back to the interruptions on his private time with his Queen.

"Come in Kagami," Marinette yelled out with a small laugh.

"How are you always aware it is me," the stoic girl asked as she made her way into the room.

"You're the only one who knocks," Marie said with a laugh. Felix couldn't help but appreciate the girls flawless beauty and bell like laughter.

Kagami let out the most formal hiff either boy heard before bowing at each person in respect. "It's an honor to make your acquaintance, Marinette I'm happy to see you once more and you'll be happy to note that you were missed"

"What a way to question my manners," Marie scrambled towards the girl pulling her towards where she and the two boys where sitting. "This is Jason my brother and Felix my-"

"Ex," Felix supplied.

"You are not my ex," Marinette yelped in horror.

"Great I'm her future," Marinette blushed at his statement and Jason couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter at the exchange.

"I wasn't aware you had a brother nor a ahh past lover Marinette," the girl said eying Felix suspiciously.

"We're not... He's not... That's not," the girl stuttered.

"You were not supposed to," both men cut of as the girl scrambled to get herself together.

"Félix Graham de Vanily we are not past lovers," the girl growled out glaring at the man.

"Your tone and the way you're looking at me right now pains me as much as having a dagger shoved into one's chest," the boy said meeting Marinette's faze with one of his own, though his was filled with pure unfiltered adoration. "Though hearing you say our relationship was in the past would hurt me more than that."

"Gag," Chloe's voice called out as she entered the room. "Save it for wedding vows, if guitar boy does not get your way and who's that"

"Chloe," Marie brightened up upon the girls arrivals she grabbed kagami dragging her towards the blonde leaving Felix at the mercy of her brother. "Kagami this is Chloe my childhood best friend, Chloe this is Kagami the newest member of the Court."

"I thought the role best friend belonged to me," Felix said from his spot in the room, where he was quite obviously ignoring Jason.

"Aren't you greedy, you wanna be her boyfriend, best friend and ex all at the same time," Chloe snarked earning a glare from the boy.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Kagami says ignoring the impending banter and offering the female blonde a respective bonde. "What is the court you speak off."

"You're hot, can weild a sword and are brave enough to disturb our arguments," Chloe assessed. "Hmm I can work with that."

Chloe pulled the unsuspecting girl to the other side of the room.

"I'll explain everything to you later Kagami," Marinette yelled after her even though she was hyper aware Chloe was two steps ahead of her.

An exited squeal sounded from tge stairs leading to the trapdoor. Before anyone could question it a blur off yellow came kn tackling Marinette into a hug.

"You're giving me an inside scope," Aurora said clearly overjoyed.

"I tried to stop," Mireille said rushing in clearly out of breath.

"Really," Chloe said assessing the two girls with a raised eyebrow.

"We now the news," Marinette replied to her clear judgement.

"Welcome to the court," Chloe said motioning for them to join her and Kagami. Aurora squealed practically running towards her while poor Mireille was forced to chase after her.

Chloe was not stupid, she knew the bluenette had a point. Welcoming these girls to their group will be beneficial both now and in the future. Those who control the news, control the minds of the people.

"Conniving as ever I see," a familiar voice said causing the girl to whip her head back.

"Dames," the girl squealed launching herself at her biological brother. The boy welcomed her hug without complaint causing the eldest of the siblings to complain.

"I will never understand why she gets such warm hug reciprocation while the rest of us are threatened with death," Dick mumbled as he followed with the rest of the bats.

"Because Marie is actually my sister while the rest of the you are just strays father picked up in the streets," Damian said followed by someone clearing their throat. "Minus Cassandra."

The girl beamed as the rest of her siblings groaned and complained at the clear favoritism. The siblings were in the middle of their greeting when a small voice disturbed them.

"Uhm hey," Marc muttered clearly shocked by the amount of people in the room. By his side stood an equally shocked Nathaniel.

"Marie no," Chloe shouted in desperation as she assessed the two.

"Mafia, spy," Marinette said pointing at Marc then Nathaniel. "Plus they were already members."

"He's a traitor," Chloe said pointing at Nathaniel.

"I do not act if the queen does not want me to," Nathaniel says in a voice colder than most have heard from him.

"He was working on the inside Chloe," Marinette says finally breaking through her friends resolve.

"Fine Gay and red can make their way towards the group over here," Chloe huffed as she turned her attention back towards briefing the group. "You too Wayne"

"I see somethings never changed," Damian muttered making his way towards the group alongside the two new comers.

"Shut is Wayne," Chloe hisses causing some of the bats to snicker as Marinette rolls her eyes.

Everyone is now distracted talking, catching up and plotting. Marinette feels a pair of hands wrap around her stomach as she is lifted from the ground. Someone's face connects with her neck as a blush feels her cheeks. Dread for the incoming storm settles in the pit of her stomach at the incoming storm.

"Hey blue," Luka whispers into her ear. Marinette squeaks as she becomes redder. Of all the days he could have chosen to be over affectionate.

Chloe laughs at her position and as Felix cooly strides towards the pair.

"So you're the other man," Felix states coldly assessing the blue head.

"I'm sorry who are you?" Luka asked causing Chloe to cackle.

"Félix Graham de Vanily her ex," he says moving the bluenette to his side as he offers his hand to the boy.

"Felix you're not my ex," the girl hisses once more blantly ignoring Chloe's laughter.

'traitor' she thought as she looked in between the boys.

"Oh sorry her boyfriend," Felix continued on ignoring the girls yelped.

"Not my boyfriend," she says as the two men glared at each other. What had she gotten herself into.

"Are you denying my affection for you, and your for me," The blonde asks as he presses her back against him causing her to stop her sputtering with a red brush as she felt what was pressed again her a**.

'oh'

"Juleka warned me about you," Luka stated with a smirk as he too pressed his body against hers looking over her head to meet the green eyes of the blonde behind her. "and trust me I'm not afraid of you, when Marinette finally untangles her emotions she'll know exactly who better suits her. "

Marinette couldn't believe that these two were turned on by the situation. She expected something big, bantering, fighting, her heart being broken. But this, this was highly unexpected.

"I welcome your competition," Felix states with a smirk. The only person who had ever had the guts to face him head on was the bluenette pressed against him and jer biological brother. This was going to be fun. "Though I do not intend to lose."

"As amusing as this is to watch, I would ask that you unhand my sister before they is a need for me to step in," Damian growls causing the two to reluctant make some distance between themselves and the girl still glaring at one another.

"Damn Mars," Dick says eyeing the two boys alongside a now fully awake Tim.

"You became a player while you were gone," Barbara cackled out.

"Can Cass and I get the one you reject," Stephanie says earning an elbow to the side from Cass.

"What there hot," she whisper yalls causing the quiet girl to nod along.

"Uhmm that was intreast," Juleka mutters from her spot near the entrance of the room.

"Marir NO!" Chloe yelled as she and the rest of the room noticed the girls presence.

YOUROFFICIALREPIRTER@BLONDIE

Your girl has an inside scoop on all that's happening. The rival kings have finally meet and the court members have been chosen, stay tuned for more on what's happening with the royal family of Dupont.

#dontmissoutonthehotgossip

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Uhmm, so this chapter, the chapter before that and the chapter after this one were supposed to be one filler chapter. I had to split it into three because the word count was exceeding what I originally thought it would be. So please bear with me, I swear the action is coming soon.

[residentdormouse]

Who is your current muse, and who is their faceclaim/what do they look like? What is one item that you associate without fail to them? What is their favourite colour? Is there a song you associate with them? If not, what quote fits the best for them? What do they like doing in their spare time? How much spare time do they get? What one fact do you love about them, but might not have had the chance to share yet?

💞 Thank you for asking! 🥹💞

(Sorry this has taken so long to answer - real life has been absolutely insane for me recently. Its going to be rough for a bit still while I adjust, but I think everything is going for the better in the end. Regardless, may still be MIA for awhile.)

I'm going to answer for my new original work 'Close to the Vale' and the main character for it, Faith Lochren (which by proximity brings in a bit of Paul). I haven't gotten too far in this work (again, irl drama has been a bitch), but I have some basic concepts, a decent outline, and a couple chapters.

As for a face claim, I have been playing at Jennifer Carpenter. Maybe this will change throughout the process, but most of the shit that pours out of Debra Morgan's mouth makes me smile and gives me Faith vibes.

Her item would be a very simple rose gold engagement ring that Paul gave her. It's not coming off. You can pry that fucker from her cold dead hands, and you damn well better believe if you're doing that, she's going to be haunting your ass. Not worth it, move it along.

As for colors, the engagement ring choice wasn't arbitrary. Rose gold is a favorite of Faith's. Complement it with a bit of sea foam/teal, and a neutral taupe and she's sold. Paul knew what he was doing. He usually did.

I've only done some basic song hunting so far, but this one has set a tone for drafting the first couple chapters. Depending on where you pick Faith up at, her vibe is going to be very different. Pre-incident Faith, and post-incident Faith are different people. Same background, same make-up, but loss has tainted her view on the world and affected her actions in it. This is definitely post-incident, which is where most of the story takes place.

Outdoors was always a comfort for Faith. Hiking on back trails. Wandering up streams. She would opt to stay out there than deal with societal bullshit any day of the week. When she couldn't get outdoors, which living in the middle of the city makes somewhat difficult, she could also be found working on a good puzzle. More mental than visual though. 1,000 piece pictures puzzles with the same damn repeating pattern? Nobody has the time or patience for that shit. Riddles? Brain teasers? Logic puzzles? Yeah, she's game. Now pair puzzles, a campfire, and Paul's storytelling, and you have a combination that can't possibly be beat in her mind. (Well, maybe some drinks would sweeten the deal.) Lately, however, this has all come to a halt. After quiting her job (again), time is all she has. But the will to pick it all back up again, living that life, alone, it's non existent.

She has very little filter sometimes. Most times. If there's a problem, you're going to hear it. In most cases, with more colorful language than you would expect. Unless you know her, that is. Suffering arrogance and pretentious bullshit is not something she is about, and there's no secret about this. While Paul had a reputation for speaking his mind as well, he usually had a lighthearted mirth behind his remarks. Hers bite and/or contain a fair amount of snark. It's amazingly fun to write (and decently cathartic).

[bestcurse]

she can feel herself losing her grip on her new profound affability the longer this goes on for, her patience wearing thin. it's not that she doesn't think they could be friends, in fact, they probably could be, if she decided to put in the effort, but to do so would mean she'd have to like the girl, and the longer she stands here... she's just not so sure. there's something about her, about this entire situation that rubs her the wrong way. and sure, she'd been the one to invite her, even going behind miller's back to do so, but she didn't think that it meant she'd have to subject herself to all these longing glances and secret conversations between them. like they're both still clinging to something she's been reassured was long gone. maybe that explains the augmenting tension between them. still, she remains civil; despite how it may seem, the last thing she wants is any sort of ongoing conflict. her smile mirrors the other's, just as tight in appearance, a subtle nod to display her agreeance. " yeah, he sure is special, isn't he? i'm so glad everyone i introduced him to could see it in him, too. " the subtly in the dig isn't quite there, like she hoped, but it serves the same effect; a reminder that she had helped get him here. becomes thankful for the change in conversation, however, even as she detects it bothers them both, for whatever reason. she nods like she understands, even if she doesn't, not really. " pity, " she tries to empathise, but the words come out as insincere as the other's laughter does. " maybe next time, then. " even though she sure hopes there isn't a next time. the change in subject has her beaming, this time around, finger twirling around blonde locks as she considers her answer. " god, it's been, what... about seven or so months, now? " she looks to miller for confirmation before she turns back, correction already poised at the tip of her tongue. " officially, at least. unofficially, i'd say it's been about a year. " unbeknownst to her, it's a bomb she's just dropped, but she's suddenly become so fixated on how cold she is out here, palms rubbing at her arms. " anyway, i'm not sure how you two can stand it out here, " she's already untangling herself from him, from this conversation. " come find me when you're done, yeah? " her gaze flickers between them both one last time, saying all it needs to when she looks at him again: soon. she presses up, lips aiming for the corner of his own, but grazes his cheek, instead. " there's a few people i want you to meet. "

fuck, this was such a bad idea, and it wasn't even his to begin with. wishes, now, that he had remained cooped up inside, dragging himself from conversation to conversation, boring himself to near tears with those who were in attendance. because it might've taken him awhile, sure, but miller's now so fixated on this growing tension between them that he feels like he might choke on it. he's aware of how uneasy devon is— he can hear it in the lilt of her voice, in every dip and rise of her tone, in the jagged edges of her laughter. he can see it in the tight pull of her smile, in the same one eden wears to match, wondering which one of them will be the first to snap. hopes it doesn't reach that point, of course, that there was some middle ground that laid between them all. it's why he tries to remain unbiased, deciding to not lean one way or another, even despite how much he feels for devon, as the blonde pokes and prods. he's uncomfortable, to say the least, barely knowing where to look, as it goes back and fourth, but especially when they speak of him. his eyes roll jokingly at her words, nose scrunching as the other tries to overstep her, biting at his inner cheek, as they're both reminded of all that she's done for him. and he doesn't get the chance, really, for a response, as they begin talking about her new relationship, his own unease coming through with the more she reveals. he's glad, to say the least, that he couldn't make it, even if he wonders if she's being entirely truthful about that. thinking of the only interaction he's had with the other, he doesn't really strike him as the type. either way, miller isn't convinced that he would've been able to survive it, seeing her with somebody else— god, he wonders how this might be for her, now. if she was feeling the same. doesn't get the chance to consider it, remaining relatively silent throughout their interaction, until a question is thrown his way. " yeah, about that, " doesn't know why he feels so ashamed to speak it aloud, that he's been with someone else for seven months. feels even worse, however, at the revelation— that when he had last seen devon, there had been an overlap, unofficially, or however she'd just put it. he practically winces as the bomb drops, head tilting, so he can study the ground beneath them instead, like it's the cover he needs. it doesn't help, and neither does the kiss she tries to give him, head tilting so she gets his cheek, smile weak as he nods his agreement, that he'll find her soon. he watches her walk away, waits until she's tucked inside again, away from them both, before he even considers moving. when he does, he's back at the railing, one hand gripping it until his knuckles turn white, while the other tries to rub the tension out of his jaw. can't think of much to say, other than: " fuck, i'm sorry about that, " beat. " i'm so fucking sorry. " for all of it.

the blossoming tension between the three of them is omnipresent, certain she can feel a tendril of it wrapping around her neck, threatening to strangle her. or maybe that’s just the beginnings of complete and utter panic creeping throughout her— panic over seeing the girl that’s taken her place in the flesh and witnessing her every expression, how the undertones her words carry, how she’s looking at devon as if she could swallow her whole, if necessary. and yet she doesn’t really know how to feel, noticing how he can’t quite call her his girlfriend, despite the nickname for the other that falls from his lips, sending a subtle chill down devon’s spine. gaze searches both of their expressions for any hint of discontent, anyway, for something she might be missing, but she can’t quite read the other as well as she might like, instead forging a false smile of her own, a clear juxtaposition to the smile she was wearing just a few minutes ago, when it was just the two of them. hopes that maybe he doesn’t catch it, though, because she really is trying, it’s just that she vastly underestimated just how difficult this would be, how much it still hurts, even after all this time. “ well, it’s nice to finally meet you, like, officially, ” she breathes, although she doesn’t know if that’s really the truth, or not. she knows miller might be able to gauge the pain riddled throughout her voice, the forced nature of it, but eden doesn’t know her that well, yet. “ it’s… it means a lot to be invited. i always knew he could do this— so thank you for giving me the chance to tell him i told you so, ” she teases, gaze falling on miller once more, desperate to catch his eye, to discern what he possibly thinks of all this, but she can’t look for too long, all too aware of the other gaze settled upon her. although, she doesn’t know how else to respond— did she really think they could be good friends, or was she just saying that, for miller’s sake ? and did devon even want to be friends with her, after everything ? could they ? sure, it’s been done before, but by those much more virtuous than devon. still, she doesn’t desire any open hostility, so she finds herself nodding in a silent affirmation, smile so tight she thinks it might break. there’s a definite crack, at least, at the mention of her boyfriend, instantly stiffening, trying to relax by releasing a fizzled, breathy version of a laugh. “ oh, yeah, he was devastated, too, ” the words don’t quite sound sincere, though, practically biting in reverberation, mentally recounting the massive fight they had over her attendance. couldn’t exactly mention that, however, hence why she backtracks, now, shaking her head. “ he, uh, actually had to finish up some work— he’s a photographer. he wanted to come, though, ” as if that’s comforting, at all. it’s only her that talked him out of it, because she wanted to come alone, to experience miller’s newfound home for herself, without his undue influence. still, revealing anything about him felt weird, and she’s sure her discomfort is palpable, quickly changing the subject. “ so, how long have you guys been… seeing each other ? ” fuck. she actually didn’t want to know that, at all, but it fell from her lips out of self-preservation, instantly filled with regret because of it.

[spinningwebsandtales]

How Would The Top Gun Guys Take Care Of You When You’re Sick

(A/N): I’ve been so busy here lately it’s taken me awhile to get around to this idea! I also have another one I need to write. I am trying to write as much as I can, as I prepare for Halloween and make sure I fill requests as people ask for them but please have patience with me. I have had a big opportunity open up for me and I don’t know how long it will take me once I get started but I am still here. Requests are still open and if you think of anything Halloween in the mean time make sure you get it in! So until next time happy reading! ~Countess 

Taglist: @the-marshals-wife @mads-weasley @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @chaoticassidy​ 

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw X FemReader

Bradley had been gone the majority of the day as he had Top Gun classes and wanted to hit the gym afterwards. So now as the evening settled in and the sun sunk below the horizon he was finally pulling into the driveway. The lack of lights on in the house concerned him and without the light on the porch, trying to get the front door unlocked was becoming quite the chore. Finally after several moments of fumbling around he got the key into the lock and the door open.

“Babe,” he called his heart hammering in worry.

“Bedroom,” your hoarse voice replied before being followed by a coughing fit. Rooster was up the stairs in seconds to see what was the matter. There he found you smothered in blankets pale as a ghost.

“Honey what happened?”

“I caught a cold and had to come home early,” you muttered.

“You should have called me,” Rooster sighed brushing your hair stuck to your sweaty cheek. “I should have been here to take care of you.”

“I’m not helpless Rooster,” you chuckled before coughing again. “I knew you would be home later. I rested while waiting for you.”

He nodded but still unhappy that you’ve been by yourself so long fighting a cold that he didn’t know you had. He rummaged in the bedside table to find cold tablets. He gave you a couple and you took them. Now he was rummaging through his shirts that you loved. Setting one on the bed he went back to your side.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yeah,” you nodded groggily.

“You take a bath,” he pushed the blankets back, “get cleaned up and comfy. I’ll make you something to eat and I’ll bring it to you.”

“That sounds awesome,” you hummed. “Thank you Rooster.”

“Your welcome,” he kissed your clammy forehead. “Now get in the tub missy. That’s an order.”

“Yes sir,” you saluted weakly. You felt so lucky to have Rooster in your life. Even being sick didn’t seem so bad with him around.

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell X FemReader

Maverick had been anxious to see you all day since leaving early that morning. You barely stirred when he got out of the bed and he didn’t want to disturb you. You had been working so hard, hard enough that he was beginning to worry about your health. And that sense of worry proved to be correct as he pulled into the driveway. Shutting off the motorcycle he noticed that your car was in the same exact spot as it was this morning and that the paper hadn’t been picked up off the front step. Pocketing his motorcycle key he dug the front door key from his pocket and unlocked the door. The house was deathly quiet and there was no smells of cooking coming from the kitchen. Now he was really worried.

“(Y/N)? Baby?!” Maverick raced up the stairs calling your name. He tried not to panic just yet but it took you a little bit to answer. Main reason he wouldn’t stop shouting long enough for you to reply.

“Bedroom Mav,” you coughed.

He rushed over to kneel at the bedside feeling your clammy forehead. Your hot skin met his hand and he sucked in a breath. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. Your sore throat made talking painful so you couldn’t answer him very much without it straining your vocal chords. “Just a cold.”

“You are burning up,” Mav shook his head, “this is more than just a cold. Don’t worry though I’m home now and I will take care of you.”

Mav rushed around the room like a concerned mother hen. Now you had a cold cloth on your forehead, enough blankets to smother a baby elephant, and enough cold medicine in your system to cure the whole county. Normally a cold didn’t knock you down so bad, but you were thankful you had him around to take care of you.

“Are you hungry,” Maverick asked once he was satisfied with his first wave of cold care.

“A little,” you replied. “Are you sure you can handle cooking?”

“Hey,” he grinned, “how hard can it be to make soup from a can?”

“Knowing you Mav we’re doomed.”

You laughed hoarsely at his expression. Despite the exaggerated care he had given you,, you were really proud that Maverick was here to take care of you. You could already feel yourself getting better already.

Jake “Hangman” Seresin X FemReader

Jake awoke to the sound of his alarm. It was time to start the day but something felt off. Majority of the time when you heard his alarm you would wake up just in time to snuggle him for a little longer. Sometimes you wouldn’t if you worked late and were too exhausted to wake up. But this was different than those times. You both had gone to bed at the same time and you were shivering severely under the blankets. Covered in sweat with a pale complexion Hangman shook you gently. You moaned turning over, bleary eyes unfocused.

“Hmm?”

“(Y/N) are you okay? Are you feeling alright,” Jake felt your forehead. You were burning up with fever and he immediately got up out of bed.

“I don’t feel so good,” you admitted.

“You’re burning up,” Hangman stated rushing around to pull on some clothes. “Stay in bed I’m going to the store for medicine and fluids.”

Almost tripping over the bottom step after rushing around Hangman came back upstairs with a glass of water.

“Drink this,” he kissed your damp forehead. “I won’t be long I promise.”

“Love ya,” you mumbled sleepily. 

“Drink!”

You sleepily obeyed taking a good drink before tucking yourself back in and falling asleep. You slept while Hangman rushed down every cold medicine aisle available. He grabbed anything that would help (you could say he definitely went overboard with the meds) before going to the grocery section for electrolyte drinks, juice, and bottles of water. He even grabbed several cans of chicken noodle soup and different broths for you to eat. Now armed to the teeth with cold fighting items Hangman returned to you.

You were still asleep curled up in the blankets and lightly snoring. Hangman set a cold juice and water bottle where the empty glass sat. He stroked your head and whispered your name.

“Jake,” you whimpered.

“Yeah babe it’s me,” he rummaged in the bag. “I need you to take some meds for me. It’ll help with the fever and help you sleep.”

“Thanks sweetie,” you took the meds gratefully. Taking them you laid back down to get some more sleep. “Don’t you have to go in?”

“I called in so I could take care of you,” Hangman shushed you before tucking you back in. “Don’t worry about me. Get some sleep and when you wake up I’ll make you some soup.”

“Mm’kay,” you answered going back to sleep.

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky X FemReader

Iceman became concerned when you walked into the house looking on the verge of collapsing. He raced over catching you before you fell and sat you on the couch. You had been working so hard and he was worried that it was going to catch up to you sooner or later. It finally did and now you were extremely sick. Sitting you down on the couch he went to go get the thermometer. Sure enough you had a fever.

“You’ve over done it,” Iceman stated before giving you a gentle kiss.

“Work needed me though,” you sighed leaning into Iceman’s warmth.

“Well if it makes you sick it’s not worth it,” he said angrily. “Your boss should have known better to overwork you.” You were silent for awhile drifting off to sleep in your exhaustion and coughing every little bit. Iceman shook his head before getting up, startling you awake.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“I don’t wanna move,” you whined sleepily.

Iceman scooped you up in his arms before starting towards the bedroom, “Then I’ll just have to carry you.”

“I don’t want you to catch my cold Ice.”

“It’s okay germs are no match for me,” he scoffed. You giggled nuzzling into him. Now that you were home and safe with Iceman you could feel how hot your skin was compared to his. Your throat also felt raw and your body ached all over. Getting out of your work clothes into something more comfortable was the only thing on your mind. Once you were into your favorite pajamas Iceman tucked you into the bed. He disappeared for a few moments to raid the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. Coming back he had a cool rag for your forehead, some nighttime cold medicine, and a big glass of water.

“Take these and get some sleep,” he cooed. You nodded and swallowed the tablets. “I’ll be close if you need me.”

“Thank you Ice,” you mumbled already drifting away to some much needed rest.

“Of course,” he kissed you again. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you yawned happy to be home and in the best of care.

Nick “Goose” Bradshaw X FemReader

It had all started out as just a little bit of fun. You and Goose were playing outside in the rain getting soaked to the bone and enjoying the cooling rain. Now you were paying for that moment of fun with a cold. You shivered even when buried under the covers. Goose paced nervously as you coughed and sneezed violently. The trash can ran over with used tissue and you had drank enough fluids to drown a fish. But your temp refused to come down. 

“Goose,” you groaned. “Do we have any juice left?”

“Does wine count,” he asked.

You laughed before coughing. Shaking your head you laughed more, “No it doesn’t!”

“Joking,” he grinned mischievously though it wavered. He was growing more and more concerned by the day. You didn’t want to go the doctor, knowing that it was just a cold that needed to take it’s course and then it would go on it’s merry way until next time.

“You may have to go to the store to get some more fluids and medicines.”

“I can do that,” Goose quickly nodded. He raced around grabbing his wallet and putting on some shoes. He rushed back over to your side and kissed you gently on the cheek. “I’ll be back before you can miss me.”

“I miss you already,” you yawned snuggling deeper into your blanket cocoon. Goose hadn’t really had to deal with you being sick. You were a relatively healthy person and rarely got sick. But he was willing to do anything to help you feel better and get you back on your feet sooner than later. Grabbing everything that pertained to cold fighting medicine he went to the groceries next and grabbed one of every juice and electrolyte drink the small grocery store carried. Before going to the checkout counter he spotted the aisle where cans of soup were stocked up. He got one of every kind of those too. He spent a fortune but it was a small price to pay for your health. 

You woke to the sound of the front door opening. It closed once before opening again then again and again. You grew curious as what Goose could have possibly bought that would require several trips. Wrapping yourself up in a blanket you went downstairs to see plastic grocery bags littering the living room floor.

“Goose! What is all this,” you sniffed.

“Stuff to get you better,” he grinned so proud of himself.

You coughed, “I didn’t need this much stuff babe!”

His grin dropped, “Oh.”

You couldn’t take his big grin slipping or the way his shoulders drooped. He really thought he was doing a good job and you went and rained on his parade.

“You did good Goose,” you cooed looking at all the items he wanted to use to get you better. “I am so lucky to have such a caring husband who goes above and beyond for me.”

“So you aren’t mad?”

“Of course not. But I’ll need to get a cold every week to use up all this stuff.”

“Please don’t.”

You went back upstairs to get back into bed after requesting some soup. Goose got to work  digging out a can of soup and started to heat it up for you. Despite his goofiness Goose really cared and did his best for you. You were so happy to have him in your life.

[dragonmuse]

I would love a bit about eddys transition now that shes on estrogen, as a trans person i love reading abt trans people getting to experience the joys (and even the not..so great bits) of transition :)

(thank you for your patience Anon! AsIsHerRight just asked for an update on Eddy's transition as well and I know I did a very brief ask ages ago, but here is something more substantive.)

Mornings after show days were slow affairs, but eventually, Eddy dragged herself into the shower and stood under the pounding heat. She kept her hair in it's braid, avoiding getting it wet. It would last another day or two before she had to go through the ritual of a wash. Maybe she should cut it.

Probably not though.

The fan had been running, the window cracked, so there was far less steam then usual when she stepped out and reached for her toothbrush. She paced around the bathroom as she brushed her teeth, stopping to look out the window, then meandering back to the sink. A few last vigorous brushes...

There was movement in the mirror.

For the first six or seven months with the injections, Eddy had monitored their body with intense scrutiny. There had been small changes, each one delighting them. But nothing seismic. After awhile, they had relaxed their vigil, irritated at their own intensity.

It was ten months in now. And something had very definitely just...jiggled. She used her towel to wipe the mirror free of the last of condensation. Feeling slightly ridiculous, but with no one else there to see, she wiggled a little.

That was definitely a full on jiggle. She clapped a hand over her mouth, suppressing a strangled laugh. Then bounced again.

"Stede!" She called out.

"One second, honey!" He sounded far away, probably downstairs. She didn't feel like waiting.

Discarding her towel, she went downstairs stark naked. He was holding two steaming mugs at the bottom.

"Oh hello," he grinned, eyebrows shooting up. "I was going to try to tempt you back to bed with beverages, but I see that's not needed."

"No! I mean, yes, probably, but in a second," she reached the bottom. Pointed to her nipples. "Watch."

"I'm watching," he assured her.

She bounced.

"Oh well, look at that!" His eyes went wide. "I knew you were definitely have some development, but that's very clear, isn't it?"

"Tits!"

"Tits," he agreed with a laugh. "Very impressive, darling. Are you pleased?"

"I think so," she took one of the mugs from him. The one with the purple leaves around the rim was usually hers. "Can you believe it? I'd given up, honestly."

"I don't know why, you read all the same things I did," Stede absently took a sip from his mug, his eyes still very definitely on her chest. "Some people have results two or three years in. And I told you I thought there was a change weeks ago."

"Yeah, but there's like all these small things and it's so hard to fucking tell." The coffee was beautifully sweet.

"It's not small, dear," Stede finally looked away, rustled in his robe pocket and pulled out his phone. "Look..hold on..."

He pulled up a photo. It was from the tour last summer, one of the better stops that was all lush and green. She was standing in front of the RV, a pair of sunglasses pushed up into her hair and most of her body on display in her black shorts and purple crop top. Stede had taken it while they were mid-discussion and she was smiling a little, but not broadly, her stance neutral, arms loose at her sides.

"Oh, oh wow," Eddy gazed down at it.

"I know it's hard to see day by day," Stede kissed their shoulder. "But it's there."

"Look here," they grazed a line of over their hips in the picture.

"It's happening," he nodded.

They considered the Eddy in the photo, then tilted their regard to today's flesh, subtly re-arranged.

"You know what this means?" They handed him back his phone.

"What's that?"

"You are taking me shopping for bras," she said delightedly.

"Of course I will," Stede beamed at her. "Some nice silky bits and bobs. I know just the place."

"I knew you would."

She does lead him back up the stairs first, coffee left to go cold on the bedside tables. He lavished attention on her chest, and she sighed into it, hitching one leg over his back, toes curling as he lapped over one nipple.

Today, her boots had landed on even firmer ground, the pit ever further behind her, barely a splotch on the horizon.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Fallout 4 companions react to a F!Sole who was a elite sniper before the war

FO4 Companions React to F!Sole being a Pre-War Elite Sniper

You know, this one just works for me, it really does. My main Sole Survivor OC is headcannoned as exactly this, so it's just mwah 👌, perfection for me to consider the companions finding this out and having some thoughts on it. Thank you for the ask! (And your patience, I know you asked this ages ago 😅). I hope you enjoy!

Cait:

She's only a little impressed. She thinks sniping is a smart way to deal with enemies, but also sees it as a bit cowardly. Cait really believes in facing your enemies head-on, not hiding in the shadows and taking them out without ever letting them see your face.

However, she does somewhat admire the fact that Sole was respected in her profession before the war, especially one that seems to be primarily male-dominated. Cait knows what it's like to be underestimated in that regard, and is glad that Sole was able to overcome the obstacles that might've kept her from doing whatever the hell she wanted, no matter what anyone thought. It's something she'd like to think they have in common. The redhead was under the impression that there were stricter gender roles before the bombs fell, roles that Sole would have had to adhere to, but Cait is pleased to know that this isn't the case for her stubborn companion.

Curie:

Curie's eyes widen as Sole tells her to stand back, taking aim at a plethora of enemies on the skeletal high rise above them. There is simply no way she could see zhem clear enough to make zhe shot, correct?

When Sole does, Curie is speechless. She's not big on violence, but she agrees that being a sniper is much safer than many alternatives when it does come to combat. She also must admit that those that do perish by Sole's hand usually do so rather quickly, and more painlessly than most other cases. After considering all of this, and witnessing Sole's masterful abilities, Curie would think it prudent to perform an eye exam on her companion, for research purposes, of course... As well as to satisfy her own curiosity. Lastly, the synth would express to Sole verbally how impressed she is by her distinguished abilities, and her ambition to become one of the most prominent names in this particular field of skill. Curie knows it must have taken lots of ambition and ingéniosité to become so proficient with weaponry such as this before the bombs fell.

Danse:

He… loves it. Danse noticed it straight away when he met Sole for the first time, and her efficiency and accuracy with her weapon of choice was one of the many reasons he deemed it absolutely necessary to offer her a position in the Brotherhood's ranks.

As a sniper, Sole and Danse tend to work remarkably well as a team, given his ability to get in close and have strong defense with his armor, and her skills from afar, where she can provide the best cover for him. Plus, it gives Danse the opportunity to explore a new fighting style and weapon set that he isn't as familiar with, which is thrilling for the Paladin, to say the least. He actually needs to stop and remind himself not to be so enthusiastic about it every once in awhile so he doesn't talk Sole's ear off with questions or stand too close when they are making repairs or modifications.

Deacon:

"Hey hey, ditto, pal." Weird how this works out, Deacon was also an elite sniper before the war, how do you like that? It's actually crazy they never bumped into each other.

No, but he thinks the two of them make a pretty damn good team, all things considered. The same weapons, ammunition and skill set mean they're on the same page combat-wise like 97% of the time. Occasionally, they do have to end up playing "rock, paper, scissors" though, if it makes more sense for the mission to only have one sniper. However, it provides a good opportunity to expand horizons for the pair, you know, branch out. Try some grenades once in awhile, or test out laser weaponry, or something like knives. Who knows?

Anyway, on a more serious note, this commonality does make it easier for the elusive spy to bond with Sole on something that's not so personal, at the start of their partnership. Deacon's familiarity with this aspect of Sole's life isn't one-sided, it's mutual, which already puts the pair on more of an even playing field than he usually is with anyone he's just met (given the vast amount of intel he collects before ever letting anyone see his face). Plus, it's good that they can both give each other pointers and act as spotters for the other. All in all, it's not a bad gig for Deacon (but don't expect him to admit that out loud, at least not for awhile, anyway. He still just wants to give Sole a hard time about it, keep up appearances, you know).

Hancock:

"Sweet. I think this outfit is gonna turn out just fine." the ghoul grinned when Sole told him about her fighting style, his dark eyes lighting up at the good news. What can he say? This shit just works for him.

Sole can sneak up and fuck 'em by surprise while he gets in close and makes sure they stay down. Plus, then he doesn't have to worry about Sole's safety as much. Not that he's worried about her capability; far from it, but it gives the ghoul some peace of mind as he and Sole become closer to have her out of the line of fire.

Oftentimes too, this skill of hers means the pair can sit back and wait for enemies to appear, giving him time to take a load off for a short while before they get back to it. In times like that (or any other, really) Hancock likes to hear about Sole's stories from before the war, what everything was like back then, how they're coping now, but only if they're willing to share. He just can't seem to get it out of his head that someone as sweet as Sole has been through some of the worst shit imaginable, even before the world went to hell. Maybe talking to him about it'll help, he doesn't know. But damn it, what else are friends for, right?

MacCready:

"You serious? But that's my thing!" He'd roll his eyes and ask if Sole was kidding when she first told him about her preferred combat method. And sure, he'd have seen her scoped rifle slapped over her shoulder the minute she walked into the Third Rail's VIP room, but he assumed he'd be the one teaching her how to use it properly. The rifle was pretty, he'll admit it, and he'd hoped she'd give it to him when she saw how proficient he was with his own. But whatever. This claim of hers, it means one thing to the mercenary.

It. Is. On. Sole thinks she's good? He'll see about that.

"Alright, let's see it then." He'd say with a smug little grin. Friendly competition galore, for the pair. All the time. They don't waste ammo, both of them know better than that, but as soon as enemies show their faces, the pair is at it again, counting their kills out loud, along with the location they managed to hit (headshots are worth more than body shots, and between the eyes is pretty damn impressive).

But once Mac realizes his companion wasn't bluffing, and begrudgingly admits that she's a damn good shot, they end up helping each other, more than anything. When it comes to weapons maintenance, spotting for one another, taking shifts for who is on sniper duty while the other rests, he can't help but admit it's pretty nice having Sole around. It just, it works for them, even when it shouldn't. MacCready's gotta say, he's pretty relieved to have someone in his line of sight that can look out for themselves too, it's not something he's really used to with his profession, and he's grateful. Plus, it made taking out all those gunners a walk in the park. They never even saw the pair. MacCready could actually really get used to this.

Nick:

It's not that the synth underestimated Sole, necessarily, he always thought she was capable. Anyone with her kind of drive had to be, in order to survive the Commonwealth after only knowing the world before the bombs; however, he is surprised when she tells him about her old profession, and definitely is impressed as all get out. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.

Sole's story really did add up. Snipers are smart, calculated, subtle, they're good to have on your side in a fight, and Sole is all of those things, and more. Nick definitely isn't complaining about having someone like her at his side. Her keen eye is effective for more than just spotting enemies, and her hesitant nature has kept the pair out of trouble on numerous occasions. Nick's relief in regards to her competency cannot be measured, he's got enough deaths on his conscience, and Sole being safely in the shadows, able to wreak all kinds of havoc without so much as showing her face, that gives the detective some peace of mind.

Besides the combat-related advantages of his partner, Nick also simply likes to talk to Sole about life before the war in general, since it's something they have in common, but the sniping stories really are what he finds particularly interesting.

Piper:

Man, she wants to learn how Sole does it. Her companion's skill with a sniper rifle is incredible, and it's really the ideal way to fight in the Commonwealth if you don't want to get hit back. She'd ask Sole for lessons when they had the time, trying to better be able to defend herself from a safer distance. Piper hates thinking about what would happen to Nat if she were to get downed by a couple stray bullets and never made it back to Diamond City. It's not something she likes to consider.

Besides that though, Piper just likes to hear all about Sole's story. Her history with sniping, about how she got interested in it, what kind of training she received, how fast she picked it up, how long she's been learning, how she applied it during the war, all that nosey personal stuff. Piper's all ears.

Preston:

Preston thanks whatever God there is that an elite sniper somehow happened upon his little group in its most desperate time of need. If Sole was anything less than what she was when the two met, Preston might've died that day. Him, and everyone else he was meant to be protecting. So, here's to say, this skill of hers is one of his favorite things about Sole (at first, anyway).

He's in awe of her prowess with her weapon of choice, and suggests she does a demonstration of sorts to teach him and the other minutemen a few of the basics of working with and using the scoped rifles. He loves and appreciates fully how well her fighting style works well with almost anyone else's, and how it keeps her out of danger for the most part. Sole's important to him after all, not only as his General, but as his friend. Anything that helps keep her in his life is a win for Preston.

X6-88:

The courser is pleasantly surprised by Sole's skill. X6 didn't peg Father's parent to be as proficient with specialized weaponry as Sole happens to be. She even manages to impress him on a few select occasions; though, he wouldn't tell her that at first. X6 finds that he actually likes helping spot for his companion, and he greatly appreciates the cover she provides him in combat (given that very few of his past charges ever even thought of mutually protecting their courser), and, on that note, he's also very glad that she isn't one to storm into danger without any reservations, considering his current job description.

Overall though… damn. There's a lot more to this woman than meets the eye, and, as they grow closer, he finds that he has quite a few tricks he could learn from her. Which is... unexpected, to say the least. Odds are, he'll be more pressed than ever to try and convince the Institute to look into constructing their own laser sniper rifles to better match the calibrations Sole has set on hers, in order to maximize the weapons' effectiveness.

Hell, Sole being the future director of the Institute doesn't sound so bad to him all of the sudden.

[soupandsimple]

A Little Insecure , A Little Jealous (with Oliver Wood)

[ you trusting Oliver completely but still feeling insecure and jealous over this one situation ]

*fluff

** It’s been awhile but THANK YOU ALL for your follows, likes, reblogs, comments and patience (as I don’t have a fixed schedule). Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this one!

You hated that you felt this way. You wholeheartedly trusted your boyfriend (aka Oliver Wood) but it was difficult to trust the herd of girls that surrounded the boys of the quidditch team after games.

To be more specific, it was a group of about 5 to 6 girls that had collectively decided they’d fawn over the quidditch boys any chance they got. When attending matches they’d wear their school skirts they’d outgrown from past years and their blouses unbuttoned more than what was appropriate in hopes that with the high (or low) from the match, the boys would give into them easily at the after parties.

Normally you didn’t think so much about it as you were always there to get to Oliver first after games and the girls, surprisingly, respected your presence with him. But today you weren’t going to be able to ‘claim’ him as yours only.

This was because right as you and your friends were about to head off to the quidditch pitch you were notified by your head of house that your younger brother was in the hospital wing and it was urgent you see him. Although the news was alarming you weren’t so surprised as your brother, a first year, was as active as eleven year olds could come but unfortunately was also very clumsy. This wasn’t the first time he’d been in the hospital wing and you were sure this wouldn’t be his last.

Upon arriving, you saw your brother laying in a cot sleeping with an arm sling around him. Madam Pomfrey came over to where you stood and told you it was nothing more than a broken arm from a fall he had taken from a tree.

“Will he be alright?” you asked calmly.

“Of course” she replied kindly.

You smiled a little, looked down at your brother then back up at her, “If you don’t mind, I’ll just wait here until he wakes up.”

“No, not at all. Now if you don’t mind I have to write a report to your parents about this, then go and keep an eye on the quidditch match. It gets brutal sometimes; the quicker you tend to an injury the better” she said as she walked off.

You nodded and then immediately thought of Oliver and how he’d probably be looking for you after the match ended; you’d be nowhere in sight but that group of girls would be. You tried to shake the thoughts out of your head and instead picked up a healing book Madam Pomfrey had lying around and began to read it to pass the time.

Then some time later you heard a crowd of students chanting “GRYF-FIN-DOR! GRYF-FIN-DOR! GRYF-FIN-DOR!” out in the corridors which you could only assume meant Gryffindor had won the match. Instead of being happy upon the realization of your boyfriends team win you couldn’t help but think of all the hugs those girls might have given him to congratulate him with.

Your brother moved a bit with the sound of the students out in the hall but didn’t wake up; “Madam Pomfrey must have given him some strong pain numbing juice to have him this knocked out” you thought to yourself. Smiling softly down at him you opened the book in hand back up and continued reading where you left off. There was no use in peeking out the door in hopes of finding Oliver right now because the whole team always stayed behind to shower.

After what seemed like twenty minutes, Oliver came into the hospital wing. “Hey, your friends told me you might be here. What happened?” he asked now getting to where you sat and looked down at your brother in the cot.

You chuckled forcefully, “He fell off a tree and broke his arm. They called me over right as I was heading down to the pitch for the match.”

Oliver nodded understandingly, “I was worried for a bit there when you didn’t show, I showered as quick as I could to come find you” he said sliding his hand over his damp hair. “We won by the way” he said happily.

“Yeah, I heard” you said looking back down at the book that you still had opened in your hand.

Oliver furrowed his eyebrows; no he didn’t expect you to bounce up and down and fling yourself atop of him after hearing his team won but you usually gave him a little more excitement/support than that. And yes he knew your brother was hurt but he wasn’t in any danger, something obviously wasn’t okay.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

You shook your head, keeping your eyes on the book.

“Y/N,” he said reaching for the book in your hands, closing it and putting it aside, “what’s wrong? he asked again with you now looking up at him.

You sighed, “God I’m so dumb. I know-I know I shouldn’t but I feel so jealous and insecure.”

“Why?” he asked concerned, putting his hand gently on your shoulder.

“Oliver I don’t know, I just wish I could be more for you. All those girls with their short skirts and open tops wouldn’t miss any of the matches for the world and yet I’m the captains girlfriend and here I am instead with my brother. With how passionate you are towards the game, I can’t help but feel you deserve someone more like them.”

He shook his head in disbelief, “You’re kidding right? It’s a stupid game, I love that you’d rather be here with him” he said gesturing towards your brother.

“It’s not a stupid game” you said back, knowing the game meant the world to him.

Oliver squinted his eyes, looked up and wiggled his head a little, “No, but it is compared to this. Compared to family stuff.”

You sat there quietly thinking. He then reached his hand out for yours, you took it and he pulled you up into a side hug and he spoke again, “And besides love, you know I would never give that lot of girls a second look, I have you.”

You sighed and smiled, “No, I know but I just hate thinking that those girls willingly stuffed all their goods in your face and up against your body once the match ended to ‘congratulate’ you. Especially more so once they noticed I wasn’t there.”

He wiggled his eyebrows, “Their bodies up against me you say?”

You scoffed playfully and lightly slapped his shoulder “Oliverrrr I’m being serious” you giggled.

He smiled at your reaction and pulled you into a front hug now. “Bubs” he said talking into your hair, “once you didn’t show up to give me my after game hug I got a little worried and all I had in mind was you. As I searched for you in the crowd I got some shoulder pats, some high fives and yes some hugs as well but I can assure you no one gets my good hugs but you.”

You pulled away from him a bit, “So they did hug you?”

Oliver laughed a little at your concern, “You’re kind of cute when you’re jealous y’know.”

You looked at him with serious eyes still expecting an answer. He chuckled at your lack of response and continued on, “Honestly I have no clue if they were the ones that hugged me or not. All I was thinking about in that moment was finding you.”

You rolled your eyes but your mouth broke into a slight smile because you could hear it in his voice that he was telling the truth, “I surely cannot have that perfect of a boyfriend” you said jokingly.

Oliver shrugged and with his cute grin that you loved so much said, “Ahh but I think you do.” <3

[9w1ft]

i am writing this fully aware that things can boomerang at the drop of a hat but i haven’t blown a gasket in awhile so allow me this one gratis ☺️

over the past -*looks at watch*- counting on two years, i feel like i’ve aged twenty. and the aging process has truly come from all sides. all facets. i feel like i’ve seen it all! but the simplicity of today set me on fire lol.

and this is coming off of 2019 of all years!

2019: the year that brought forth accounts and shells that corralled newbie gaylors on discord and showered them with saccharine nicknames and had them push debunkable “intel” , and accounts with galaxybrained-only-in-aesthetics assertions that taylor and karlie are just both fucked in the head, clingy and jealous, showing up to one another’s tropical vacations with entourages of hot chicks like this is all some sort of twisted disney channel original movie, and suddenly i’ve got multiple kids in my inbox sending me pictures of flight patterns (yikes) with the wrong filters on them insisting they’re proof that taylor is having some affair with a fan of hers because taylor can never support a young lady musician without a slice of this internet assuming it’s proof she’s horny and lonely, a year where it was *insisted* in between gingham jackets that a performance now two years old was the start of tides imminently turning, a year where people refused to stay in their lanes, reblogged and added and repurposed so many things in *my* lane to their liking, called upon magical realism, likened taylor to a literally reincarnation of nikola tesla, pushed reinterpretations of core symbols that even i - the @9w1ft - the delusional one - would call reaches, a year that people somehow got the notion, thanks to scorched earth tactics, that taylor would dedicate a whole album to her lover only as a hail mary to get her back, that every time she sang the titular song it was surely sung sadly, some last gasp of air, some cry out for help, as opposed to her gunning for a grammy, a year when anything sad taylor expressed in the back half and first months of 2020 was surely a reflection of her heartbreak, that loverfest being canceled was her giving up on her lover, ****when scooter f*ing braun purchasing her masters and the novel coronavirus pandemic are **right there** staring you right in the eye****, but should be overlooked because surely taylor and karlie were a thing but broke up in… 2017. mid 2018. late 2018. early 2019. mid 2019. early 2020. just the other day. enough! enough 😂😂😂

no, somehow, against all odds, this all managed to pale in comparison to this past year. ohhhh nilly, this past years’ time really has taken the damn cake. because for all the distressing behavior that lover era brought, nothing can compare to the true hurt and distraught i felt this year with, upon given the opportunity to practice kindness and grace, temperance and patience, especially towards one another - because it’s literally all we can control - i found myself waking up in the middle of the night queasy as all hell and unable to discern if it was because of my pregnancy or because of the truly gross things people were saying. tired games of gotcha, @‘s in callout posts that people would screenshot and send to me worried, people coming into my inbox and my friends inboxes with copypasted obtuse threats all when i was basically checked out and trying to keep the zen until the pregnancy stuck (which these people surely knew about because they follow me closely enough to know where they could send me threats, but i digress, weird how they didn’t practice what they preach, sorry i was saying but i digress), and then for the pinnacle of that to be the… commodification of taylor’s queerness? the casualness of it all, the paywall of it all! so many people changing usernames and timelines it was tough for even me —resident kaylor that’s on this hell site 24/7– to keep track of. and the stuff i saw others getting sent! it’s been ridiculous! some of you anons best wash your mouths with a bar of soap… not once! two times! ya hear me!

but i’m not done! because the thing that broke my heart more than anything that broke my heart was seeing all y’all turn on karlie and positively revel in the hate. just steep in it. especially while she was pregnant (and quite frankly now that she’s a new mom too but whatever). don’t send me your justifications, i’ve read them all. the horse is high. she brought this upon herself. uhuh, sure, but my beef is not about karlie. it’s about here. it’s about us! look at this place! one cannot justify holding this much contempt, at a level where it consumes ones life and the lives of those surrounding it. i don’t know why i’m even writing this because i know the pushback and talking points as if they were seared on the back of my eyelids. but when did making a lark of the misery become toxic positivity? why’s the high crime of being hopeful deserve a subtweet? i get that everyone’s sense of wonder is tired and everyone has their opinions of which i am not under the impression i could ever change. but for the love of god please, find the joy somewhere or find other things that bring the joy because sometimes i come on here and by god, this is no way to live!

but today i just, i dunno, i see these faces from times past in my feed coming to coyly collect on the chuckles and while i’m glad they’ve found a balance that’s worked for them, i guess i just… wished more of them had been sticking around to water the flowerbeds because it’s become a goddamned dried arrangements boutique around here with a fault line in the floor splitting clear through the earth. there’s no middle ground. we used to have a garden variety! and you all know i’m not just turning it up to 11 on the daily for my own sake, right? i’m throwing boxes of baking soda at these negative PH hydrangeas but day in day out these blooms are coming up bright red. and today it feels like people came to pick them and peace out as if nothings happened here in the past two years

😮‍💨 okay. i’ve said my piece. … but one more thing.

and all the while the latest album is titled, of all things, evermore. a word meaning? what’s that? forever. forever! come on!! not to get all steve on ya but sit down in your thinking chair. i was gonna make a list of the most eye catching things just to go over them but today i don’t feel like doing the work.

things i know:

karlie had a baby

karlie is a mom

i like babies, and motherhood, and karlie, and i support karlie and her journey.

taylor and karlie are clearly still hamming it up

ipso facto, while i know nothing, i remain unbothered.

i also know that i love the people i’ve met along the way. and i always will, and as november comes close i miss that feeling of going to rep tour. what a time it was. what a feeling. and i know one day we’ll get it back. but this year, damn, this year ain’t it.

[widaugast]

ruidusborne.

It had been a risky move; she knows that.  Watching him react so violently to touch sends a bolt of guilt straight through her.  Her hands, too, feel like they have been shocked, and the fingers curl into fists as she remains where she is and does not make a move to advance any closer.  Maybe she had done too much.  His anguish wears on the door of her mind like gale force winds; she tries to rebuild her walls and fails.

“Yeah,” she answers in a fog, listless amid her own remorse and Caleb’s amplified emotional response. “You’re here,” Imogen reminds him again, as it bears repeating. “You went somewhere else for a second there.” She knows what that’s like, to tussle with the fluid line between the conscious and unconscious minds.

“Sorry for…” the apology halts abruptly.  She realizes that it’s better utilized later.  It’s like falling off a horse: triage the more immediate needs and access the methods later. “You alright?  You cast that spell, and then…” her mind stirs with the vivid imagery she had seen in his mind not seconds prior. “Can I get you some water? Somethin’ to cool you off?”

        ❝ Ah  ---  no, I  ---  no. ❞  Halting, the words that come first to his lips, and Caleb should expect as much:  everything within his mind is a dying maelstrom, a blaze of recollection followed by smoke so thick it is nigh-impossible to see, nigh-impossible to breathe, to make sense of the world in which he steps, where his feet sink into dirt and ash.  Numbly, a well-wrapped hand rubs against his nose and lips with a sharp, ragged inhale, and Caleb is pushing himself to his feet  ---  obeying the command, delayed, of his body to begin to move.

        He is wordless, now, one of many moving in the dust.  He is a shape flickering in and out of focus, a spark falling off a pyre rattling against the earth, his feet carrying him to something like safety, somewhere that sounds, dully, distantly, like it is less loud, less full of what was once a screaming body.  He does not want to speak, nor does he again seem capable of it the moment his mouth shuts.  Softly, an awareness in the back of his head, anxious and whispering, reminds him that he needn't speak around Imogen.  He needn't say anything.  She was there, regardless.  Prying, and he did not ask.

        The guilt of what he's done, what she must have seen, rattles and roils in his belly like acid, and Caleb makes it to the base of a tree before he vomits, pulling back out of the reflex with his head against the trunk, breathing hard.

[volleychumps]

hcs for kageyama , ushjima , akaashi and iwaizumi with an s/o who's a really popular libero on their own volleyball team? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Tehe I’m writing this from a female perspective- so popular libero on their school’s girls volleyball team~ This has been in the drafts for awhile so thank you for your patience<33!!!!!!

And these get longer w/ every boy idk why 

Kageyama, Ushijima, Akaashi, and Iwaizumi w/ a Fem! Popular Libero S/O 

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Kageyama 

- This awkward baby was shook to the core when you accepted his confession, mainly because you were known to deliver kind rejections after claiming about your devotion to volleyball 

- Plus you were really pretty and popular around school, and he’s probs the type to confess just so you can reject him just so he can move on 

- Until you said yes like wHAT I didn’t think I’d get this far

- 100% feels bad when practice time overlaps his own, but still does his best to fucking run mildly speed-walk to the girl’s gym after practice just so he can claim he was “on a light jog” to happen to run into you 

- “Light jog? You sound like a hyena.” “...Do you want to go home together or not?” 

- Comes to all your games when he can, which is often considering the girls either play before or after the boys depending on what school they’re at 

- Tanaka and Noya defintely call him a simp when he blushes every time you send a wink his way from on the court, blowing kisses and such just to mess with him 

- Finds out about your fanclub of boys the hard way- and blue-eyed baby becomes hella jealous when you offer a sweet wave in thanks for the support 

- like what are you doing look at him and him only 

- His deadly glare is enough to frighten your fanclub into sitting like they’re in church lmfao 

- Feels pride swell in his chest for every point you’re able to salvage for your team, and can’t help but think he’s the luckiest guy in school when you help your team deliver a solid win

- “Wipe that smile off- it’s creepy.” “Tsukishima, I swear-” 

- Overall, awkward setter boy is extremely proud yet not super showy about how much he appreciates both you and your talent, and it shows when you go to give him a high-five after the match-

- and he hugs you instead super quickly, mumbling into your shoulder before running off for his match 

- “Tobio-?” “It’s not fair. You’re so perfect you have a damn fanclub.” “...I just played a whole ass game and that’s what you want to say to me?” 

Ushijima 

- Intimidating love met you through walking into the gym off-practice time to see you practicing by your lonesome, working on your digs before his voice makes you jump 

- “This is the boy’s gym.” “Sorry! I heard you were uh, off today and I wanted to get away from-” 

- Raises a brow when you yelp at the familiar call of “Y/N-chan~? Where are you?” 

- literally wtf Wakatoshi just wanted to spike some balls on his off-day, but instead he’s facing a group of six to seven boys in search of you, bored expression on his face as he leans against the door of the entrance

- “Ushijima-san! Have you seen Y/N?” “...No.” as he glances at your obvious gestures of said word, sighing in relief when they leave 

- “Are they gone?” “I assume so.” 

- blinks once as you bow in thanks before gathering your things, asking you what you were doing before you awkwardly clear your throat 

- “I can find another place to practice-” “No. Stay.” 

- You find yourself agreeing after gaping at the offer, and eventually surprised when he offers to help you practice 

- “W-Won’t your spike like, kill me?” “Only if you let it.” “...Did the Ushijima just make a joke?” 

- Surprised at how well he lets his guard down around you, and can’t explain the feeling in his chest when you leave him your number to meet up to practice “only if he wants to”

- Definitely finds himself calling you up on your next off-day, and starts to notice you more and more when the girls play before the guys do, the stark difference in color of jerseys making you stand out to the spiker 

- BIG impressed with your performance, and clears his throat when you approach him afterwards giddily, grinning widely as you flex your win

- “All that practice paid off, no?” “...I like you.” 

- Remains indifferent as both you and his team all silent at the same time, and you attempt to laugh it off as a joke before you realize he’s not laughing 

- “...Wait, really?” “Would it be troublesome if I meant it?” “N-No...!” 

- Doesn’t spare a glance to your crying fanclub before leaning down to your height, staring at you dead-on as you turn into a blushing mess when he brushes some hair out of your face before nodding once

- “Good. Then I’ll be taking you out after I win this match.” 

- And you can bet your ass he won his match, feelings for you hot on his heels while a similar heat bloomed in your cheeks as your team teased you from the stands 

Akaashi

- He had heard of you before, but he certainly wasn’t expecting to meet you in the library, huddled behind an unpopular selection of books upon a bookcase as soon as he rounds the corner, a book on volleball techniques clenched in your hold

- Simply stares when your eyes widen at his form, laughing a tad sheepishly while whispering- 

- “This isn’t what it looks like.” “...Well, I sure hope it’s not.” 

- Goes to simply grab his book and go before a shout rings throughout the room 

- “Y/N-chan!” “sH this is a library!!” 

- Sweatdrops when you tug your shirt higher to shield your face, ducking your head down low as your “Rejects of the Beautiful Y/N” fanclub drop their voices to a whisper, but seem to be getting closer 

- Next thing you know, the tall stranger is standing in front of you, shielding you from anyone looking into the aisle as you simply blink in surprise, watching as he shrugs his jacket off before dropping it into your lap

- Hums as he reads his book, mumbling a low, “It has a hood.” 

- Steps to the side when you awkwardly shove his jacket on, slipping the hood over your head before rushing past him, nodding your head thanks with a light blush on your cheeks as his scent surrounds you 

- “Where can I come return this?” “The Volleyball Club after school.” 

- So when you make your awkward entry at the instructed time, you blanch when all of the Fukurodani boys seem to still, watching their setter jog up to you and accept his jacket back from you before chaos emerges 

- “wHAT AKAASHI’S THE ONE TO DATE Y/N-” “Why are you yelling.” 

- Feels the tickle of a smile on his lips as you become flustered, explaining that wasn’t the case before you run away, blush on your features after thanking him again with a bow of your head

- Tightens his grip on the ball in his hand as he watches you jog off, ignoring the barrage of questions from his teammates as the tickle of a smile becomes a full one, hidden behind the setter’s hand at how you lived up to the rumors: 

- cute and sweet indeed. 

- So imagine your surprise when he pops up at your next game, looking at you with a mild expression when you see him in the stands before he sees the pink hue light up your cheeks

- Already has his jacket off when you meet him after your win, and you shuffle nervously in place as the setter slips the material around your shoulders, ignoring your doe-eyed expression at what was happening

- “You don’t have to return it this time.” “Akaashi Keiji...right?” 

- “Hm. Seems like we both know of each other.” As he zips it up, and confirms his feelings for you when you don’t push him away, practically feeling the racing of your heart as the setter silently claims you as his own in front of everyone 

- “Shall I take you out to celebrate your win?” “...Out as in like a date?” 

- smirks a little at your bewildered expression before leaning back, mild expression making you feel like his eyes were boring into you as pretty setter boy shoves a hand in his jacket pocket, tugging you a little closer

- “It’s no library, but I think we can make do.” 

Iwaizumi

- The first time he saw you, it was to watch you play, his fist tightened in the collar of a leaning Oikawa’s shirt over the bar, who was rambling on and on about how perfect you were 

- Hardly focused on girls, especially since it seemed like every girl at Seijoh was interested in Oikawa- but as soon as you looked into the stands and locked eyes with him on accident, you both shared a blush at the fact that you had caught the spiker staring

- Can’t explain the thump in his chest when you offer a bright smile from your position on the sidelines before jogging back out onto the court

- “Nope, Iwa-chan, I called dibs.” “You have dibs on every fucking girl in the school.” 

- Gets taken off guard at his possessiveness over you 

- Notices you a lot more, especially being flirted with as you awkwardly laugh it off while trying to step away in the halls of Aoba Joshai, and it takes a lot of Iwa’s willpower to simply stroll on by in his usual I-only-care-about-volleyball nature 

- Until on a certain day, this one bastard got too handsy, and as soon as you let out a surprised squeal when said bastard tugs you into his chest by the waist- 

- Iwa has him up against the wall two seconds flat, dark eyes spinning dangerously as a part of him wondered what it was about you to make him act like this 

- “Beat it. Don’t touch women like that.” 

- He got that respect-women juice

- “Y-You were the one in the stands...” as you put a hand over your mouth at the tumbling of words as a smirk tugs at the ends of Iwa’s lips as he feels pride at the blush on your features

- so you remembered him. 

- “What is this- the fourth confession this week?” “You’ve been counting?” 

- sweatdrops at his mess up as you erupt into a fit of giggles that had his heart thumping a bit more than usual 

- “No. This is a public hallway.” “Mhm. Sure. Mr. I-pin-guys-against-the-walls-in-said-public-hallways.” 

- Rolls his eyes at your playful smile, but remains grateful when you seem to relax around him, and your next joke takes him off-guard-

- “What, do you wanna make it five?” 

- Finds himself leaning into you, a hand resting on the wall by your side as he eyes you seriously, watching you gulp as a satisfactory grin tugs at his lips

- “What if I said yes?” “I’d say...I don’t even know your name...Iwaizumi?” as you read off his nametag, Iwa leans in a little closer in the empty hallway, watching as you clench your fists and look away in embarrassment 

- “It would make all the others leave you alone.” “Hm. Tempting.” 

- Smirks when you find stability in your voice, a small smile making its’ way onto your face at how natural it felt with the boy you locked eyes with merely once

- “Then, Iwaizumi, would you like to be number five?” 

- “Number one would work better, but eh- five works too.” as he leans a little closer, breath mixing with yours at the proximity as you squeak, shutting your eyes tight as Iwa grins at your cuteness

- “Hm. Not yet, princess. Let’s take it one step at a time.” 

- So that’s how the ace grabbed your hand and tugged you along, heart swelled with you wishing he had closed the distance

- “Where are we going?” “Practice. Let’s see how well you can dig up my spikes, Ms. Popularity.” 

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This is it guys! The fic I've been working on for the past few days! Hope you guys enjoy cause I sure did love writing this one ^^

Also, if tag this as a ship fic I will fight you 💙

Word Count: 2,748

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

Sam entered his house, sighing to himself so heavily his shoulders sagged. It had been a long day at Pandora's Vault. Dream was getting on his nerves again, testing his patience. He was sorely tempted to cut down Dream's food quantity in punishment but it was still early days. Dream was probably just lashing out due to not being in power.

Sam prayed he would settle down the longer he stayed in the prison. Otherwise he was going to start dreading every day being the Warden.

Sam slung his bag off his shoulder, hooking it around a chair and started removing the weapons from his belt. Some needed cleaning and a few were close to breaking. He pulled out his diamond sword and frowned at it's integrity. Chips and blood spots were scattered across the blade, definitely needed some work.

"Sam?"

Sam's instincts made him swing the sword around to point at the source of the voice. Tommy froze in place, staring at the blade with wide eyes. Sam blinked then realized who was standing in front of him.

"Tommy I-" he quickly shifted the weapon from the boy's chest. "Sorry, I didn't expect you to be here."

Tommy's shoulders sagged noticeably when the sword was taken away and he rubbed his arm. "I um... I'm sorry, I can leave?"

Sam took in Tommy's stance. He was shifting his weight, gripping his arm so tightly it looked close to bleeding. His eyes kept flicking from Sam's face, to the door and the walls then returned back to Sam.

"No," Sam said, "no it's alright, are you okay?"

Tommy swallowed and gave a shrug. "I just didn't want to go home" he said quietly, "is it okay if I stay here for a bit?"

Sam softened immediately. "Of course."

He made sure Tommy could see his hand before he gently placed it on the boy's shoulder comfortingly. "I told you before you could stay here whenever you wanted, what's mine is yours and all."

Tommy blinked and to Sam's alarm, tears started to gather in the edges of his blue eyes. He suddenly wrapped himself around Sam, his hands scrabbling to hold the back of his shirt, and once they had, it was with a shaking grip.

It was one of the most intense hugs Sam had ever had in his life.

The creeper hybrid instantly reciprocated the embrace, holding the back of Tommy's head and rubbing soothing circles into his back.

"Hey, Tommy, hey just breathe yeah? Copy me" Sam kept his voice gentle, like he was soothing a frightened animal. He had no idea why Tommy was suddenly freaking out, but he would hold him for as long as the boy needed.

Tommy's breath shook as he inhaled slowly, still holding onto Sam in a vice like grip. "I'm- I'm sorry..."

Sam squeezed him reassuringly. "No, please don't apologize for this, it's alright" he murmured. "It's alright."

Tommy whimpered, pressing his face into Sam's chest to hide himself. "He's not gonna get out is he?"

Sam froze. "What?"

Tommy shivered, hands tightening on the back of Sam's shirt. "You're not going to let him out of the prison...a-are you?"

Sam understood. "No" he instantly said, "Dream isn't leaving Pandora."

Tommy visibly flinched at the name and held Sam tighter. "T-Thank you."

Anger flooded the creeper hybrid. He knew what Dream had done to this boy, the hell he'd put him through. Tommy had been broken in exile, rebuilt with Sam's help, then shattered in prison. Dream orchestrating the one sided fight with twisted enjoyment.

"Psychopath" Sam hissed quietly making Tommy glance up.

"W-What?" He blinked.

Sam shook his head, squeezing Tommy to him again. "Nothing" he said quietly, "just hate that green asshole."

Tommy smiled a little, "me too."

Sam eventually got them both to the couch, Tommy not leaving his arms the entire time. They held each other in silence, only broken by Tommy releasing a shaky breath every once and awhile.

"You gonna be alright?" Sam murmured after a while.

Tommy hesitated. "I think so, after...after some time."

Sam appreciated the boy's honesty. "Of course" he nodded. "Would you like to stay here for a few nights?"

Tommy blinked up at him. "I don't want to be a burden Sam-"

"You're not" Sam gently ruffled the boy's hair. "I'm offering, and I'd appreciate the company, I sometimes get lonely up here. Fran's companionship is good but having someone around would be nice for a change."

Tommy opened and closed his mouth a few times then buried his face into Sam's collar bone. "I'd like to stay" he whispered. "I-If you're sure."

Sam smiled softly, dropping his head atop the boy's blonde hair. "Absolutely sure" he reassured him.

A slow exhale of breath then a shaky, "Thank you Sam."

Sam heard the relief in Tommy's voice and held the boy a little closer. Damn Dream and his manipulation. Damn the people of L'manberg who did nothing to help this boy. And damn himself for taking so long to realize how bad it had gotten.

Sam dropped a small fatherly kiss to the side of Tommy's temple and pulled back. "Have you eaten?" He asked softly.

Tommy blinked a few times, then shook his head. "I haven't eaten all day" he admitted.

"How come?"

Tommy shrugged awkwardly.

Sam's eyebrows dipped in concern and stood. "Better get you something to eat then, yeah?"

Tommy shrugged again.

"You want something specific?"

"No, anything is good."

Sam nodded and gently carded a hand over Tommy's head, lightly messing up the golden locks. "I'll be back in a second."

Tommy leaned into his hand and watched Sam leave to the kitchen. The creeper hybrid glanced over his shoulder to give him a smile before disappearing round the doorway.

Tommy curled into a ball on the couch, gripping his knees tightly and counting the seconds Sam had been gone.

It had been almost three minutes when the man returned, two plates in hand and a wolf at his side. Tommy's eyes lit up a bit at the sight of the canine and the dog's seemed to do the same at the sight of Tommy.

"Be gentle Fran" Sam said, placing the plates down on the coffee table and sitting back down on the couch.

Fran gave a soft woof of greeting and instantly licked Tommy's hand when he hesitantly stretched it out. It didn't take long for Tommy to be petting the dog with a soft smile on his face, Fran's tail a blur with how much she was wagging it.

"She's such a goofball" Sam laughed a little. "You're meant to be a wild predator Fran."

Fran didn't seem to care about her status as she lay down and rolled over. A wide smile on her face and tongue lolling out her mouth. Tommy grinned and immediately started giving Fran a belly rub, giggling quietly when the dog's back leg started kicking.

Sam relaxed at the sound of Tommy's soft laughter. He had a brief idea of why Tommy had turned up out of the blue, so he was going to do everything in his power to make sure Tommy could keep smiling freely.

Tommy eventually stopped and sat back, eyeing the food Sam had set out.

"Go for it Tommy" Sam nodded towards the plate. "I made it to be eaten."

Tommy smiled a little in gratitude and picked up some of the food, nibbling at the edges.

Fran whined, obviously upset from the lack of attention and rolled back, pawing at Tommy's foot.

"Oh come on Fran" Sam rolled his eyes. "Let Tommy be, he needs to eat."

Fran glared at Sam and woofed, but this time it held a judgmental tone. (How the animal managed to do that was beyond Sam.)

Tommy laughed but immediately stifled it behind his hand, smiling shyly. "I don't think she's impressed."

"She never is" Sam shook his head, "she's constantly judging me."

"Maybe she has good reason to, who would ever want belly rubs to stop?"

Sam snorted. "Stop taking her side Tommy" he gently poked Tommy's ribs.

Tommy gave a muffled squeak, flinching from Sam's finger with wide eyes. Sam also paused, blinking.

"Tommy?" Sam began to smile. "You wouldn't happen to be ticklish would you?"

Tommy flushed a little. "Of course not! I-I'm a Big Man after all" he tried to brush off but Sam wasn't having any of it.

He carefully pushed the plates away, a smirk starting to pull at his lips. "Oh really?"

"Y-Yeah-"

"Then you won't mind if I do this?"

Sam was fast to scuttle his fingers across Tommy's stomach making the boy yelp, giggles spilling from his mouth instantly.

"Sahaham!" He covered his face to hide his blush but made no move to get away.

Sam internally awed. Could this boy get any cuter?

"I think you're a bit ticklish Tommy" Sam tutted gently brushing over his sides, "did you lie to me?"

"Nohoho, nohot t-ticklish" Tommy pressed out between giggles.

"Not ticklish? Hmm, no, gonna have to disagree with you on that one, bud" Sam teased, moving his hands up to gently squeeze the boy's lower ribs.

"Sahahaham!" Tommy whined, twisting slightly.

Sam took his hands back, gently resting one on Tommy's knee making the boy jump slightly at the change of spots. When nothing happened, Tommy slowly lowered his hands to look at Sam.

"You okay?" Sam asked, a kind smile on his face.

Tommy nodded, shyly looking away. "C-Could...could you- um..."

Sam took one of Tommy's hands, squeezing gently. "Do you want me to keep going?"

Tommy averted all eye contact but his timid nod was unmistakable. Sam let out an audible coo making Tommy bury his red face in his hands.

"Aw Toms, come on, don't hide" Sam took the boy's hands from his face. "I want to see your smile."

Tommy seemed to be struggling on whether to speak or whether to try and hide himself again. He eventually settled on doing nothing, staring at Fran on the floor who was watching curiously. Sam chuckled and gently pushed Tommy to lie down, giving him better access to the boy's torso. He tapped his fingers against Tommy's ribs making the boy flinch and look back at Sam, nervous giggles already building up.

"S-Sahaham" Tommy pressed out, his hands lifting to his face again.

"No hiding Tommy" Sam said again, pausing his fingers in their gentle prods, waiting for the boy to lower his hands.

Tommy screwed his hands into fists pressing them to his eyes as he giggled hysterically. "Yohohou're beheheing mehehean!"

"How am I being mean?" Sam chuckled, "I just want to see your cute smile Toms, and hear that adorable laughter of yours."

Tommy shook his head, cheeks flushing even more. "Nohohohot cuhuhute" he protested through his soft laughter.

"Mmm, no, you're wrong there" Sam smiled and lightly pinched up and down Tommy's sides.

Tommy gave a short squeal, gripping the couch cushions tightly to stop himself from hiding again. Sam's fingers slowly started to climb up Tommy's ribcage, lightly fluttering around each bone on the front and back, leaving Tommy nowhere to squirm.

"Shihihihit!" Tommy kicked out, giggling up a storm.

"Good or bad?" Sam asked, gently squeezing Tommy's upper ribs.

"G-Good" Tommy managed to stutter out, then fell into another fit of giggles.

Sam smiled down at Tommy, warmth blooming in his chest. He decided to try one more spot then let the kid rest. "Mind if I test your tummy?"

Tommy squeaked, and his ears burned but he nodded, words being difficult to use.

Sam's hands dropped to Tommy's belly, he felt it quivering and chuckled.

"Something tells me you're a bit ticklish here Toms" he cooed.

Tommy crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to give in to the need to hide himself, his giggles never ceasing.

"I dohohon't knohohow" he admitted through his gentle laughter.

Sam smiled. "Well then, let's find out Gigglyinnit."

Tommy didn't have a chance to reply when Sam used one hand to spider along his belly and pinch at his sides with the other. The sensations caused Tommy to toss his head back, giggly hiccups peppering between the adorable laughter.

"Awwww! Toms! That is so cute!" Sam cooed, nimble fingers scratching at Tommy's lower belly making the boy squeal loudly and kick his feet.

"Sahahaham! Ihihit tihihickles!"

Sam snorted. "Oh really? I hadn't noticed! Does this tickle too? How about this? Don't just laugh Tommy, I need you to tell me!"

Tommy's eyes were starting to glisten with tears as Sam vibrated his fingers on either side of his stomach, wiggling them around his navel, prodded at his sides then repeated the cycle.

Sam then gently rubbed at his belly, relaxing the muscles but still making Tommy giggle hysterically.

"Okay Toms, do you want me to do one last thing or would you prefer me to stop now?" Sam asked kindly.

Tommy placed his hand over Sam's, pausing his movements on his stomach. He blinked up at the man and then with a giggle laced voice said, "O-One lahahast thihihing."

Sam cocked an eyebrow, letting a mischievous smirk lift his lips. "You sure you can take it?"

Tommy nodded, a nervous but excited look in his eyes.

"Alright then, you asked for this" Sam shrugged.

When he started to slowly lift Tommy's shirt, the boy's eyes widened and he started to giggle louder.

"S-Sahaham" he stuttered.

"Yeah, that's my name Tomathy," Sam grinned.

Tommy shook his head and gripped his arms, watching with giggly anticipation. Sam softened.

"I'll stop the second you tell me to, okay?" He promised.

Tommy nodded and relaxed a bit, although his stomach was starting to quiver again. Sam chuckled and then without warning, blew a quick raspberry on Tommy's side.

Tommy squealed, body twisting into the couch. "SAHAHahaham!"

Sam then started squeezing at Tommy's hips bones, blowing mini raspberries across the teen's lower belly.

"SAHAHAM! SHIHIHIHIT!" Tommy started kicking the couch cushions, trying to curl into a ball.

"Nuh uh" Sam tutted, "none of that Tommy."

He gently got the boy to uncurl, massaging circles into his hips all the way. "The tickle monster wants to give you more raspberries! Don't hide his favorite tickle spot from him!"

"Nohoho! Sahaham!" Tommy blushed, "dohohon't tahahalk lihihike thahahat!"

"Why not? Does it embarrass you Toms?" Sam grinned, "well too bad! The tickle monster is hungry so laugh for him!"

He dropped his head again to blow a raspberry directly over Tommy's bellybutton. Tommy threw his head back with a shriek, bubbly laughter tumbling from his lips seconds later.

"Om nom nom!" Sam made over exaggerated eating sounds, blowing short raspberries all over Tommy's stomach and pinching at his lower ribs.

Tommy shook his head in his hysteria. The sensations felt amazing but it also overwhelming, his exhaustion finally catching up to him.

"SAHAHAM! STOHOHOP!" Tommy squealed out, pressing his hands to Sam's shoulders.

Sam immediately lifted his head, running a hand over Tommy's stomach to help ease the ghost tickles. Tommy lay giggling on the couch, eyes closed and a wide smile on his face.

"You alright?" Sam asked, pulling Tommy's shirt back over his stomach.

"Y-Yehehahah" Tommy squeaked out, "I'm good."

Sam smiled and scooped the boy into his arms, Tommy practically going limp the second he was settled against Sam's chest.

"You did so well" Sam smiled, "took that like an absolute champ."

"Pogchamp" Tommy muttered with a giggle making Sam laugh too.

"Pogchamp" he agreed.

Fran leapt up onto the couch, not wanted to be left out of some cuddles. Usually Sam would protest the dog being on the couch but when Tommy immediately buried his hands in the wolf's soft fur, he couldn't find it in him to get Fran off.

Instead he ruffled his dog's ears and held Tommy securely.

"Thanks Sam" Tommy mumbled after a moment of silence, "for everything."

Sam squeezed the boy to him. "Course Toms, wasn't about to let my favorite kid down."

Tommy looked up at him with wide, sparkling eyes. "I'm your favorite?"

"You're the tickle monsters favorite" Sam lightly wiggled his fingers at Tommy's neck making the boy flinch and giggle softly. "And you're also mine."

Tommy grinned. "Don't tell Tubbo and Ranboo, they'd throw a fit."

"Wouldn't dream of it" Sam chuckled.

They sat in comfortable silence until sleep over took them both, Fran watching over them protectively.

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May you write a hc for Baku and/or todo with a black girlfriend

Thank you for your patience! Imma start rolling them out. Also included Sero on this one because the ask was similar!

Katsuki Bakugo

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Your angry little sunflower. 

You initially curved his ass so hard because he came at you sideways. 

He had that “you definitely want me” attitude and you told his ass to kick rocks. 

He was kind of used to people throwing themselves at him so being told to essentially fuck off sent him reeling.

He felt awful man, he really did like you but he didn't know how to say it without, well, being himself about it.

He approached you the next day and apologized. It was an odd one but you could tell that it was hard for him to even say it so it must have been sincere. You gave him a chance.

Months later, you’re living your best life with Katsuki.

His favorite activity was showing you off. He even went as far as to get you on a hero magazine cover with him. 

There was quite a bit of controversy. People had some opinions about you, and he quickly assured you he has no regrets about loving you.

It’s not like he ain’t seen a black woman before but like you….you were something else. 

He was quick to defend you online, and quickly let anyone who had anything even vaguely negative to say about you know that they weren’t worth the dirt you walk on. 

He takes care of you man, and speaking of getting taken care of...

He’s definitely the type to spoil you, he wants to see you happy. Expect all kinds of luxury.

You basically accidentally become an Instagram model just because he flexes you too much (as if there’s such a thing).

He’s also the kind of guy to love matching clothes with you. Whether it’s the whole fit or just the colors, he’s the king of matching. 

He’s just a sucker for you man, he got himself a baddie and he’s so happy about it 🥺

Shoto Todoroki

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Imma be honest, he’s probably gonna come off weird at first.

Well intentioned, just has no game to save his life.

Bakugo heard him describe you as a “beautiful chocolate queen” and he volunteered his services ASAP. 

“You are gonna get PUNCHED saying that.”

“But she is :(“

Shoto swiped up on your story and said you looked “entrancing”.

Ain’t a soul has ever called you that and you FREAKED.

Bakugo was about to slap him over the head for that but you responded.

“Yeah you look good too Todoroki lmaooo”

“Good enough to date?”

“I meannnn, where are you trying to go?”

“Somewhere worth your time.”

Bakugo was proud of his handy work, the entrancing was still whack but he figured you were weird enough to let it slide. 

You were very quickly his girl. 

He was eager to learn all about you, but it sometimes came off a bit too forward. Lucky for him though, you never mind. 

“Y/n?”

“Yeah Shou?”

"Someone told me you had black girl magic? I didn’t know you possessed magical capabilities. I’m not scared or anything, I would just like to see it myself.”

You were stuck between laughing and curling him up and awwwing from just how oblivious and precious he is.

You plant a small kiss on his forehead and watch him get flustered, “that’s the magic Shou, do you not like it?”

“I do I do, I just thought there’d be more-” he waves his hands around trying to find a way to explain himself.

You lean in for a longer kiss on his lips and feel him relax underneath you. 

“Was that more magical.”

“Maybe….:

You laugh and actually fully explain what it is to him, he finds it absolutely endearing and uses it to describe everything you do. 

He’s a quick learner overall and he quickly gets all the little differences and embraces them fully. 

You never have to worry about your relationship with him man, you’re always worth the effort. 

Give this man the patience and love he deserves and you’ll receive it back tenfold.

Hanta Sero 

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Dude is a goofball.

He got uncle energy and you hate it but love it all at the same time.

He saw Denki talking to you while out on a run one day and you all shared a hilarious conversation. 

The second you said your goodbye and continued your jog he was begging to find out your info. 

He was whipped by you, you had your hair up in a poof and the sun was hitting your gloss just right. If he didn't know any better he would say you were an angel.

He found your Insta and was LIVING. You’re pretty, humble, and funny as hell. He HAS to talk to you.

Unlike the other two he had game from the get go, he immediately approached you the next day and asked you out.

Of course you said yes!

He is such a giver and so very patient and loving of things that usually confuse others.

He’s always there when you feel down, even if you don’t want to talk he’ll just hold you and tell you small jokes just to get you to smile. 

He’s also the kind of boyfriend to just bother you and then go back to minding his business. Randomly poking you and eating your food just to see you get on him about it.

He thinks it’s cute, okay. 

"What do you want!"

He quits poking you, grabs your popcorn, and just leaves the couch. "Nothing."

"My popcorn 🥺". 

He will wait all day with you while you’re getting your hair done at your friends house, he even brings you and her some food back since it’s been awhile. 

She’s taking photos for your page and he’s just complimenting you, telling you how good you look and how he wants some photos of you too. 

Cue your ass looking awkward on a dining room chair with your hair just done. He doesn’t mind, he’s just glad his baby is happy. He sends the photos to everyone and Mina scolds him on not waiting until you were at least ready for the pic.

Speaking of hair, he got some texture himself so yall both sleep in bonnets. 

He be losing his own so sometimes you get back to your apartment late and just see him curled up on the bed with your bonnet on. 

You just about take it off his head because he couldn’t even steal one of your durags he had to take the bonnet with the really nice elastic band. 

He’s lucky you love him. 

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