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saiyanprincessswanie · 14 days ago

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Mine - Part 5

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: 4235

Chapter Summary: Steve struggles with trust issues until a friendly face stops by. He knows he has to start somewhere so why not something that will mean everything to you? Steve and you discover that you will soon be having a child together. Will this news break you down or will it give you the future you always wanted?

Chapter Warnings: Some angst, fluff moments, learning to trust, smut, fingering, brief hand job, multiple orgasms, Stockholm Syndrome & pregnancy kink.

A/N: This chapter isn’t dark like the other ones. This is the final chapter but there will be an epilogue later on.

A/N 2: header by @fictional-affairs and thank you to my beta reader @lfnr-blog-blog-blog

To catch up on the series read here: Mine - Series Masterlist

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It’s been a week since you both decided to start over again. Building trust was important to both of you and being honest, whether one wanted to hear the truth or not, was just as important. You and Steve were able to start this unconventional relationship by talking about anything and everything.

Of course, Steve wanted to talk about your future and what you both wanted or saw in the next five years. His answer was simple: he wanted to be married and have kids. He wanted everything he had ever dreamt of and he saw that future with you.

Yours you hesitated on at first. Yes, you wanted to get married in a small intimate wedding and eventually wanted to start a family. You also desired a little freedom to be able to do all of this one day as you wanted to shed the rocky start you both had. It was important to also be able to get your super soldier strength back as you wanted to feel normal again and not this frail human being he reduced you to. Steve told you he would think about that one and that you needed to earn it.

The sex was also amazing between the two of you. It was as if you were a newly married couple on their honeymoon as many times as you did it throughout the day. The pleasure you would pull out of one another drove the cravings to new heights. This had to be the highlight of your days spent with him. However, you did worry about the lack of birth control not being used.

Though as amazing as that was, a part of you deep down inside still felt trapped and wanted to escape. The other part argued that you have one of the best setups in your life and you could finally be with the one man you always had feelings for. You had the house you wanted, the man you wanted, and this could be the life you always dreamt of. Maybe it didn’t start like you thought but you deserved to have this dream come true even if Steve was still controlling and watching you like a hawk at every moment.

Your days seem to become repetitive as well and that starts weighing you down. Something was missing in your life and you knew just what it was, friends. You missed hanging out with Natasha. You missed the gossip, the laughs, and especially the training with her. Is this something that Steve would allow you to have again? This was a conversation you will need to have with him.

For now, you stayed curled up on the couch reading your favorite book while Steve was on the phone with Tony just outside the door. He watched you with curious eyes, making sure you didn’t run like you had in the past. Though he told himself this was a new start and he had to learn to trust you to do the right thing. The call wasn’t long and it was mainly catching up. Steve also placed an order for food and supplies they would need for the month. Steve was sure to give a list of things you asked for that would make your stay comfortable. When he was done he hung up the phone and walked into the house.

You looked up from your book and met his deep blue eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at the man you loved. Patting the seat on the couch next to you, Steve took the hint and sat down. Your hand held his momentarily as he got comfy next to you. Taking a breath you worked up the courage to ask him a question.

“Steve, what would you say to me reaching out to Natasha? I mean she was my best friend after all and I miss her dearly. I miss the talks with her and the support she gave me. I need to have someone to talk with besides you.”

You bit your lower lip and worried maybe you stepped over the line. But Steve gave you a reassuring smile as his hand tightened around yours.

“I think we can work that out. I know Nat has been bugging me since you came here. She really misses you as well. Just know she won’t try to help you escape. She will just be your friend only.”

Steve stared at you as he watched his words sink in. You nodded your head in agreement knowing full well that Nat wouldn’t help you since Steve had hinted at that before. You had a feeling that all the Avengers were in on this which broke your heart initially. Little did you know that they each were out for a partner to call their own? For now, you continued to make the best of your situation despite all your mixed feelings.

Steve was a man of his word and Natasha came to visit you both a week later. He was outside talking to her while you waited patiently in the living room. You wondered what Steve was saying to her. Was he placing down rules for the visit or having a friendly chat? Your nerves were starting to get the best of you until you heard the door open and shut. Looking over your shoulder you saw Nat and Steve walking into the room smiling. Nat practically ran to you as you stood up from the couch. Her arms wrapped around you and you smiled hugging her back.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Nat whispered into your ear.

Tears formed in your eyes as you whispered the same thing to her. “I’ve missed you too.”

Steve watched as you both embraced and he could see the smiles on both of your faces. If this is what you needed to make you more comfortable and trusting around him, then that needed to be. Steve cleared his throat to get both of their attention.

“I hope you two have a wonderful time catching up. If you need me I will be outside.”

As he turned on his heel to leave you called out for him, “Steve?”

He turned to look at you.

“Thank you for this. I appreciate it.”

Steve nodded and headed outside to get some work done.

When you both were alone you sat on the couch facing each other. Nat smiled at you as she took in your appearance. She was good at always reading you.

“So how are you doing? This is me asking as your friend, not Steve’s spy.”

“I’m doing well. I mean what’s there really to say? I was forced here by Steve, the man I have loved for years, to become some housewife or sex object to him. Don’t get me wrong I enjoy the sex now but everything started so badly between us.”

“Well, I’m happy to hear you at least love him. I get how things started out was rocky for you but are you pleased with him now?” Nat inquired.

You sighed and nodded your head. “I’m as happy as I can be in my situation. I’m still mad he won’t let me have my super soldier powers back. He said I had to earn it. I don’t even know where to start Nat with that. He may never give me that back and I’m tired of feeling frail all the time. I mean even now as we speak I’m not well. I started throwing up a few mornings ago and I feel like death. I’m tired and I just can’t keep up with him.”

Nat looked at you up and down taking in your features. A soft smile played on her lips. “When was the last time you had your cycle?”

You started to think of the last time you had it. “I think the last time was before Steve brought me here. You don’t think I’m pregnant do you?”

“How often do you have unprotected sex?” She questioned.

It was at the moment your stomach felt ill again. “I-we have it daily. Like several times a day.”

Nat grinned at you. “I have to say you’re glowing. I just so happened to bring some tests with me as Steve asked me to. Here let me get you one.”

Nat walked over to the dining room table and opened a bag she had with her. Taking the test she handed it to you. “Go and take it. I will wait for you here.”

You grabbed the test from her and practically ran to the bathroom on the first floor. Quickly, you took the test and sat it on the counter. The test felt like it was taking forever to give you results. You were thinking how you just told Steve over a week ago that you wanted to wait. What would you do if this came back positive? Heck, you did want a child one day but not now while you’re trying to figure this relationship out.

A knock on the door had you panicking as you looked down to see the result was indeed positive. A gasp left your mouth as another knock and Nat’s voice filled the air. You opened the door with tears streaming down your face. Nat looked at you and hugged you instantly knowing what the result was.

“I’m not ready Nat. Not now while we are working through everything.”

Nat just held you running soft soothing circles on your back. “You’re ready my friend. This is what you have always wanted with the person you’re with. It may be a shock now but let it sink in over the next few weeks. I know Steve is going to be very excited to hear the news.”

As if the news wasn’t shocking enough the door closed behind Steve as he entered the room. “What news?” he asked as he took in your distressed look and tears.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Steve takes a few steps toward you and Nat. His voice is laced with concern.

You let go of Nat and take a few steps back, trying to put distance between the two of you. Honestly, you weren’t sure how to feel. Everything was starting to feel rushed instead of flowing naturally between you and Steve. The room started to get warm and your vision started to tunnel.

“Hun you don’t look okay. Why don’t you sit down.” Nat asked as you stumbled in the living room.

The room felt like it was spinning and you felt sick to your stomach. This is all a bad dream you were telling yourself. You started to hyperventilate which caused Steve to move quicker so he was now by your side holding your shoulders.

“Sweetheart, what do you need? You’re starting to scare me.” He stated, taking in your features.

“I’m gonna be sick.” You exclaimed, pushing him away and running to the bathroom. You emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet as Steve stood outside the door.

“Nat, I’m worried. She’s been throwing up a lot lately. I’m thinking we need a doctor to see why she is so sick.”

Nat shook her head. “Steve, can't you see she’s not sick like a cold, she’s pregnant. All those mornings being sick to her stomach and she hasn’t had her cycle since before you brought her here. You both are gonna have a baby.”

Steve stood there shocked by what his friend was saying. He did it. He finally did what he set out to accomplish. This child was going to bind them together forever. Now he just needed to get married to her to make it official.

“I-I’m going to be a dad?” Tears filled his eyes as he watched you flush the toilet and sit up against the wall.

Steve knelt next to you and gently hugged you. You weren’t feeling all that great but let Steve do as he pleased. He held you close as he whispered how much he loved you.

“We’re gonna be a family sweetheart. Can’t you just picture how perfect our lives are gonna be?” Steve went to kiss your forehead but you pushed him back causing him to land on his butt.

“No Steve this is not perfect, nothing about this is perfect. What we needed was time together to work on us. I still needed time to adjust to this life you threw on me. Now I have to focus on a baby instead who is gonna grow up with a psychopath for a dad.”

Steve stood up, towering over you. “I’m not a psychopath. I’m not the bad guy here. Remember it takes two people to make a baby. You never complained once while we made love. I get that you’re scared but I would watch your tone with me.”

You stood up from the floor and stared angrily into his dark blue eyes. “I never asked this in my life. Remember I’m the victim here. Now bringing a baby into the equation they will be a victim as well. Where are they supposed to make friends in the middle of nowhere? Go to school? They will wonder why I can’t go anywhere.” Tears started to fall from your eyes. “I feel suffocated being in this house all the time and having no freedom. Right now you are ruining the one time I could see a friendly face. I just can’t handle this anymore.”

Nat walked in between the two of you and held you while you cried. Steve stared at the two women and was about to say something when Nat shook her head no. Angry with how this took a turn for the worse Steve headed for the door and left slamming the door behind him.

“Come on dear, let's go sit down. The stress isn’t good for a baby.” Walking to the couch you both sit down, not saying anything for several minutes.

“Nat, what am I supposed to do?” You whispered.

“Do you love Steve?” She asked.

You gave her a weird look. “Why does that matter?”

Nat chuckled, “Don’t be difficult 'cause you're mad it’s a simple answer. Do you love him?”

Taking a deep breath in and out you nodded. “Of course I do. I always have despite everything that has happened between us.”

Nat smiled at you. “That’s great. Now do you regret getting pregnant?”

“No, I don’t. I’m just shocked that it happened so fast. I just feel alone in this.” You looked down at your hands in your lap.

“Breathe hun. First off you aren’t alone. You have Steve and me to help you out. You will have the best doctor who will help you through all this. Plus Bucky and his wife are about due any day now with their baby. Bucky doesn’t live that far from here and you know the guys will want to raise the kids together. So you don’t have to worry about your child being alone. I promise you everything is going to work out.”

You think about everything Nat just said and determine she has a point. Maybe things won’t be as bad as you think. Steve was starting to trust you around the house more and now with a baby on the way maybe he would start giving you more freedom. It’s not like you could run anyway, especially while pregnant. Steve would hunt you down in a heartbeat and make your life hell again. You decide to make things work for the sake of the baby. There was love and hope between the two of you. Steve was old-fashioned and no doubt was planning to propose to you now. You decided no more whining, no more doubt, that today going forward you were going to embrace your new life.

You headed upstairs to relax as Nat was leaving the house. She ran into Steve and told him about the conversation you just had together. Nat reassured Steve that you weren’t gonna run away and that you just needed time to wrap your brain around the news. Nat explained how you came out and confessed your love toward him. That she thought this was good enough to keep you together.

This made Steve happy to hear. He wished you would have expressed this to him but was grateful that you had Nat to talk with. Steve had put up all the food and supplies that Nat brought with her and she was about to leave.

“One more thing Steve. You have to give her back her super soldier powers again. She will need it during her pregnancy but will give her even more reason to trust you. This will be the right decision for you both.”

“Nat, are you sure she just won’t take off with the baby? I would be devastated to lose them both.” Steve stared at Nat with his hands on his hips trying to assess her.

“I swear to you as your friend and future aunt to your baby that she won’t run. You need to give her room to breathe.”

Steve let out a sigh. “Okay, I will do this for her.”

Nat hugged Steve and headed for her quinjet. She took off and headed back to New York.

Steve headed inside to look for you. Climbing the stairs he found you on the bed relaxing and talking to your stomach.

“I love you so much, my peanut. I can’t wait to meet you and hold you close to me. You’re gonna be your mama and daddy’s perfect little angel when you arrive.” You rubbed your stomach a couple of times before Steve interrupted you with him clearing his throat. You rolled over to see him walk into the bedroom and sit down next to you.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry for getting upset earlier at you. When you called me a psychopath that hurt me. I’ve never shown you anything but love.”

You sat up on the bed next to him and took a breath. “I’m sorry for calling you that. I was just stressed and a little angry at the time. I know you have always shown me love and attention. So please accept my apology.”

Steve leaned in and wrapped an arm around you to hug you. “I forgive you. Also, I wanted to show you that I trust you by doing this.”

His fingers gently grabbed your wrist where the bracelet was and he put his thumbprint on it. The bracelet blinked a couple of times and then opened. He took the bracelet off you. Within moments you could feel your body tingle and then it stopped.

“I don’t want to control you anymore so now you’re super soldier serum should be working once again. I want us to be equals in this relationship. I want you to be able to trust me and vice versa. We are going to become a family and I want this to work between us.” Steve rubbed the back of his head and just continued to gaze at you.

You couldn’t believe what he just did. This meant so much to you that you got teary-eyed. “Steve, I don't even know where to begin to thank you. To know you trust me enough to take that bracelet off means the world to me. I want you to know I’m with you until the end of the line.”

Steve hugged you tight, kissing you on the forehead.

“God, I love you so much. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to watch our kids grow and I want to grow old with you. You bring out the best of me sweetheart and I know I can do the same with you. What I’m trying to get at is will you be mine forever by marrying me?”

Steve got down on one knee and pulled a black velvet box out of his pants pocket. As he opened it your mouth dropped open in shock as you stared at a beautiful diamond ring that was shining back at you.

“Yes! Yes, I will.”

You threw yourself at Steve who caught you easily. Your lips planted on his as you both started to kiss. Steve’s tongue caressed yours as you moaned into the kiss. Your fingers ran through his hair causing a groan from him. Steve pulled back briefly and started to take the ring out of the box, slipping it onto your ring finger. Steve lifted you with ease and gently placed you onto the bed.

“I want you sweetheart. I need to be inside you. What do you say? Will you be mine?” He huskily asked.

You nodded your head and started to pull clothes off one another. Clothes were flying around the room until you were both naked. The both of you were knelt on the bed when Steve’s fingers moved swiftly to your pussy and felt that you were already aroused. Pushing his fingers into you, you let out a gasp as he started to thrust them into you. Every thrust inside you had you moaning over and over again. Your forehead rested against his shoulder as he continued to pull you apart piece by piece. Steve made a come hither motion with his fingers against that spongy spot inside you. Within seconds you were cumming on his fingers and groaning his name. As he pulled his fingers out of you, you shoved him onto his back and straddled him.

“Sorry Stevie but I need you.”

You wrap your hand around his hard cock and start to stroke him. Your hand starts slow and steady finding a nice rhythm that has him softly cussing at how good it feels. When you see precum spilling down his tip you speed up a little making him a panting mess as you continue to play with him. But you suddenly stop and rub his cock in between your folds as you adjust above him. His cock is right at your cunt and you start to sink down on him slowly causing him to whisper out “fuck”. Slowly you start to ride him. Up and down, up and down you ride him like your life depends on it. Steve grabs your hips as he thrusts up into you. Your hands are on his chest as you circle your hips to keep up your pace with him. You both are groaning and moaning at the sensation you both bring to the other.

Steve loves seeing you on top of him like this watching you ride his cock while purring out his name. Your breathy pants and the way you take him is the sexiest thing he has ever witnessed. His right hand slides to your stomach and he gently rubs his hand there. Knowing he was the one to get you pregnant makes him feel accomplished and proud. He would keep you pregnant as much as he could. Steve longed to see the changes your body would make from your wider hips to your breasts. He would worship you every day in bed for as long as he lived. His hand moves slowly down your stomach and finds his prize, your clit. Steve’s thumb lightly starts to rub circles around it making you moan more as you speed up riding him. He knows you’re close, and can feel your walls hugging his cock tight. He fucks up into you harder and has you cumming undone for him above him.

“Oh, Steve…” You shout above him as he continues to fuck you through your high. Your fingernails scratch down his chest causing him to hiss out in pleasure and pain.

Quickly Steve rolls you to your back and starts plunging into you over and over. All you can do is hold onto his shoulders as he takes you apart again. His hips are ruthless as they thrust into you at a punishing pace. Steve knows he's hit your spot when your eyes close and you choke out a moan. Your legs wrap tight around his slim waist as you let him take you higher and higher.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. I need you to cum for me again.” He whispers down at you.

Harder and faster Steve continues to fuck you until your walls are tightening around him. You scream his name to the heavens cumming once more as he chases his end and cums deep inside you with a shout. Steve is panting above you as he pulls himself out of you and falls next to you on the bed. You're trying to catch your breath when you look over at him smiling as he kisses your shoulder.

“That was perfect Steve. Now that I have my super soldier strength back I can go several more rounds with you like before.” You wink at him and Steve lets out a growl.

“I’m going to fuck you into this mattress and have you begging for me to stop. But trust me I’m gonna be so thorough you won’t be able to get out of bed for the next few days. I’m gonna fuck this pussy every way I can imagine and make you mine again and again.

“Steve, I love when you talk like that. Now take me again…”

“My pleasure,” Steve smirked at you and kept his promise to destroy you.

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romanarose · 8 months ago

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Happy St. Patick's Day, Darl'n

DBF!Joel Miller x fem!reader

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Previous part here: Presidents Day

Summary: Joel and you navigate dating. Oh and you get drunk.

Warnings: Drinking, getting DRUNK drunk. Feelings (ew) big old age gap (2X age), mild jealous but communicating, crybaby reader. Daddy dom Joel. Joel has insecuritues but he loves reader. Reader tryna smash.

Immersivity: Reader is fem reader is 21+, dresses very feminine. Drinks and celebrates chritian holidays, not neccecarily is christian but like family and culturaly. Major age gap. Big girthy age gap. Joel can pick up reader and is taller than her. Mentions of hair with bows.

A/n: this header screams "graphic design is my passion" LMFAOOOOOO

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“WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” You shout loudly on the street, green beer in your hand. Joel was patiently trying to get you to come home. You and him had taken a tad bit of a risk, coming out in public together but you had decided as long as you keep things chaste, you could always tell anyone who spots you both that you had ran into each other and stuck around. Problem was, now that you were drunk, your hands were wandering and Joel couldn’t lie his way out of the way you were pinching his ass.

“C’mon, hon, let’s get you home.” He tries to judge you, but the way your eyes light up makes him think you have other plans.

“Lets go to Tommy’s party!!!!”

This made Joel laugh out loud. “It’s 3 pm and you’re drunk. You’re going to be hung out by the evening already.”

“So I keep drinking and then I’ll never get hung over!” You were wearing a cute green dress and green ribbons in your hair, making you look as adorable as ever and as much as he would love to take you to Tommy and make him watch him finger you on his lap, pretty little dress spread… you needed water and bedtime.

Joel was matching you in color only, and even that was a stretch. While you wore sea green with little flowers on your dress, Joel wore his dark green flannel. He thought you were such a mismatched couple, some of his insecurity seeped through. Seeing a girl as beautiful as you out with an old man like him… Sometimes he wondered if you were better with someone younger. Still, Joel had a good time with you. He liked watching you smile and dance, lighting up the world around you and lighting up his day.

You begin to wave down the bartender, but Joel places his hands firmly on your shoulders. “Now baby, you listen to your daddy.” He whispers in your ear so only you could hear. Your body language instantly relaxes, slipping into sub space with only a few words. “I’m going to take your home, and you are going to nap, understand?”

“Yes daddy.” You’d had fun for close to 5 hours now. It was time for his girl to get some rest.

Joel paid the hefty tab of overpriced themed drinks without a boink, left a nice tip, and then ushered you out the door.

Back in the comfort of your apartment, Joel was making you drink water in the kitchen as you giggled looking at your phone with a squinty eye.

“What’re yuh laughing about, sweet girl?”

“Nothing, baby, just Tommy.”

Joel stopped. Turned around. “You’re texting Tommy?”

It wasn’t that you were talking to his brother. Tommy had fucked you… but Joel was the first to admit he was a jealous man and Tommy… well, Tommy never had issues getting girls, and was a few years younger.

“Yeah!” You show him a picture Tommy sent at his party. “See his shirt? Isn’t it funny?” Tommy wore the same shirt he’d worn since the 90’s on saint patrick's day, his Green Day shirt. Tommy lived for when people said he isn’t wearing green and he can point to the Green on his shirt. Dumbass. The shirt was falling apart, showing his skin in the rips. Maybe Joel should let him know that he was actually dating you now, and you weren’t fair game.

“It’s… so funny, baby.” When he looked up, he saw your little lip quivering and your eyes filling with water. “No, baby, don’t-” but it was too late, you were sobbing. Since dating you, actually dating you, he’d realized how true it was when your dad said you were an emotional girl. You cried… a lot. But that was okay, Joel didn’t mind helping you pick the pieces up again. He’d guard your heart for you.

“I’m s–s-s-o-r-r-yyyyyy!!”

“Oh, darl’n, c’mere” Joel pulls you into his strong safe arms. “Why’re yuh cry’n? I ain’t mad.”

“I was texting Tommy!”

You let you cry for a moment, then picked you up and sat you on his counter. Firm but gentle, he took your face in his hands. “Look at me now, pretty girl.” He waited until your sad eyes met his. “You don’t gotta apologize for that.”

“It’s just friendly, I promise!”

“It’s alri-”

“He’s your brother and I care about you so I care about your family!”

Joel squeezed your cheeks until you stopped talking, his eyes intense on yours. “I don’t care that you’re texting Tommy. I watched him fuck you, and he’s known you as long as I have. I trust you, and if you want to have sex with him again, I know you’ll just talk to me.” Letting go, Joel kissed your lips, tasting the frilly alcohol. “You’re mine.” He thumbed a stray tear away.

You look up at him, still a little stressed. “I’ve been accused of cheating. A lot. I never ever have! Ever!”

“I believe you.”

“It’s just… other guys… if I didn’t want to have sex or spent too much time with my friends or family or was laughing at my phone and… I dunno… I might be a little defensive…”

Joel did not like that one bit. “Darl’n, I’m sorry that happened.” He took your face in his large hands. “I ain’t ever gonna make you feel bad for not wanting to have sex, and I love that you have great friends and family. I happen to like your family a lot too.” He winks, a nod to how you met. “And I’m glad Tommy makes you laugh, because I like watching you laugh. ‘M sorry for acting grumpy.”

Finally you smiled again, reaching your arms up. “I like that you’re grumpy. My grumpy old man.”

Joel swatted your ass and called you a brat.

“JOOOOOOEEEELLL!!!” You whine in bed, kissing him and grinding yourself against his hip. Although he gave you sweet kisses, he kept pulling your hands away your you tried to undo his belt. “Come oooooooon!!!”

“Nuh-uh” He said firmly. “You were about to pass out while I brushed your teeth. Go to bed, I’ll fuck you when you’re not drunk off you ass.” Although judging how much you dran

You begin sobbing again. He didn’t even know if you knew why this time.

“Oohhhhh no.” Joel chastises, but pulls you onto him so he could hold you. “None of that. Hush now…. Hush…” Joel rubs your back in your soft warm PJ’s. 3 seconds later, you’re snoring on top of him.

“Happy St. Patrick's Day, Darl’n”

COMMUNICATION IS IMPORTANT!!!

I'm watching love is blind and... jesus Christ XD

up next is technically easter but im kinda starkly aware we've established reader celebrated christian holidays and im like what if i spice it up? what if their friend invited them to purim? bc I love Purim and i wanna see Joel in a costume LMFAOOOO

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chevroletdean · 3 days ago

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forgotten birthday ── ✮⋆˙

Summary: Alec is new to the concept of birthdays, considering he doesn’t even really have one himself. When his s/o is sulky all day, he’s confused, until their friends throw them a surprise party and he realizes he’s messed up big time.

ship: alec mcdowell x gn!reader genre: fluff to note/warnings: little bit of angst, vague descriptions of the reader (they're wearing a minidress and have long-ish hair), partying with alcohol, reader gets tipsy, use of y/n word count: 3.2k a/n: my first time writing for alec and my first entry for the @jacklesversebingo challenge, let’s go! really excited about the prompts i got prompt: Forgotten Birthday credit & links: header edited by myself, but i used sensitivehandsomeactionman’s gifs ──〃★ dividers ──〃★ jacklesversebingo 2024 masterlist

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Routine had always been something Alec was comfortable with.

If anything had been drilled into him at Manticore, it was routine. Getting up at the same time every day, following a strict morning schedule – from what to have for breakfast to his early workout session.

Granted, with the escape from that prison came a breath of fresh air. And with the newfound freedom came the struggle to adapt.

Alec was a quick learner, always had to be, and he knew how to blend in as well as how to stick out. However, there were still things he had to learn. Or rather, unlearn.

His first meal of the day still consisted of the same porridge bowl, although recently he sprinkled some candy in there from time to time. His timer was still set to 4:30 AM each morning, although he allowed himself the luxury of hitting the snooze button more and more lately.

With no exception of today.

A day like any other: Getting up early, refilling his stomach, wrapping up those push-ups, taking a shower, getting changed, brushing his teeth, and texting you. His favorite part of the morning routine.

Alec [5:31 AM]: Morning sunshine, slept well?

He knew your timer was always set to 5:30, something you’d complain about on the regular.

“I swear, Normal is working us to the bone for no damn reason. He acts like the packages will disappear into thin fucking air if we clock in a minute too late,” you’d always say with a yawn the moment you’d set foot in Jam Pony.

At this point, your grumbled speeches have become part and parcel of his daily routine.

Even through this, you are his favorite addition to that new and free life of his. You’re an aspect he’ll gladly include in any of his activities.

Alec laid his eyes on you the moment you became coworkers. And what can he say, his irresistible charm made it impossible for you to not match that interest (though you’d probably fondly roll your eyes and disagree with that wording).

About three months ago, he asked you out on a date. That is, he had tried numerous times before – from the very first day you were introduced to one another, in fact. But he didn’t let up until that day three months ago, when you finally said yes.

One of the best nights of his life.

The other ones on top of that list were those that followed it.

The second date, your first kiss on the small dance floor of Crash. The third date, you falling asleep on the couch with him during a movie marathon. Fourth date, your coy question if he wanted to be your boyfriend and his fit of laughter when he told you he thought you were a couple ever since you pulled him to the dance floor.

You’ve only been dating for a couple of months, but he already couldn’t imagine a life without you.

Y/N [5:33 AM]: Morning! 🤍 Very, can’t wait to see you at work xx

Alec [5:33 AM]: Very, huh? Your pretty head came up with sweet dreams again?

Your response, an eye rolling gif, had the corners of his lips twitch upwards around his toothbrush. He was surprised to see you reply so fast in the first place. Usually you’d sleep in until you’d be running late for work.

You definitely weren’t a morning person, so your chipper mood was a pleasant surprise to say the least.

Alec [5:36 AM]: Could’ve just said you missed me, babe 😏 omw to work, better not be late to pick up your good morning kiss.

As his luck would have it, that one would just have to wait.

Straight upon arrival at Jam Pony, Normal forced a bunch of ready-for-delivery mail onto him. He barely managed to shove his bag into his locker, before he had to take off again. That’s what he got for being the first to show up at work.

Delivery took ages, too. The ungodly amount of letters and parcels of various sizes were manifested in the form of a tall tower, which threatened to topple over with each turn he took on his bicycle. It seemed to be a busy day, too, traffic blocking his way multiple times.

By the time he finally made it back to Jam Pony, his eyes immediately caught sight of you.

Your conversation with Max and Original Cindy was interrupted by your soft yelp, triggered by the sudden sensation of firm arms circling around your waist from behind. Alec gently poked your sides, fully aware of how ticklish you were and reveling in riling you up.

How could he not with how adorable your pout was?

“Sorry, babe,” he chuckled and pressed an apologetic kiss to your cheek. “Couldn’t resist.”

You gently pried his hands away from your ribs and guided his arms into a proper embrace around your frame instead. Said hands found home around your middle, as if you’d done this for decades.

“Not you jumpscaring me and being late to pick up your good morning smooch,” you huffed theatrically, the roll of your eyes overly dramatic and belied by that cheeky grin of yours.

His feigning of having taken offense was no better – though he pretended to pout, there was an undeniable spark in his eyes. “Can I place an order for a pre-lunch smooch instead?”

You giggled softly and turned your head back, angling your chin upwards to lock lips with him. Even when you pulled back again, you added an extra peck to the tip of his nose afterwards. The little display of affection earned you gagging noises from Max and Original Cindy, the latter of which crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“I’m gonna need an extra shot tonight just to wipe that image from my memory,” she teased.

“Good thing the drinks at Crash are cheap,” Max chimed in, grinning at you. “You guys are coming, right?”

Usually Alec didn’t mind unwinding with his friends after work, but something about his coworkers’ tone felt off. Plus, he could think of different ways to unwind with you, specifically. He’s been meaning to invite you over anyway.

“Actually, we were–” Alec started, only to be cut off by Cindy.

She jabbed a sharp finger in his direction. “Don’t finish that sentence,” she warned, “I don’t need details about the after-party, loverboy.”

The light sound of your bemused chuckle smoothed over the bickering. You placed a soothing hand on Alec’s arm, giving him a shrug of nonchalance.

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to celebrate after,” you whispered for only him to hear, leaving him to deadpan.

After-parties and celebrations?

The jargon definitely stirred something within him that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Not that he got the chance to ponder over the matter further – a special occasion, national holiday, some kind of anniversary? Surely not, given that he had memorized every single event between you two down to the timestamp. Not to mention that it wouldn’t make sense for the others to celebrate with them then.

Before his gears could continue turning, a firm hand patted a friendly slap onto Alec’s shoulder.

“After-Work-Crash-Party?” Sketchy’s voice rang through the group, loud and confident as always. “Count me self-invited.”

The next voice that joined their chatter was less enthusiastic.

“The only thing you should be counting is the During-Work-Workload,” their boss huffed and puffed sternly. Normal cleared his throat in obnoxious fashion, tapping his wrist watch and effectively disbanding the group for now.

However, as the day went on, your beam decreased more and more. That smile of yours didn’t falter, at least not at first, but it didn’t reach your eyes anymore. Whenever someone would say your name, your eyes lit up expectantly, only for your expression to sink seconds later.

“Hey, Y/N?”

Your ears perked up at your coworker’s voice, your chin was raised high and the imaginary puppy tail was wagging excitedly.

“Sign this for me, will ya?”

Everything about you deflated, shoulders sinking, bottom lip jutting out into the ghost of a pout.

“Y/N?”

Same anticipatory eyes as before, wide with curiosity as you blinked at Sketchy.

“Have you seen Max?”

You didn’t even bother to listen to the rest of his inquiry and shook your head instead.

Alec observed this for a while, watching as people came up to you to seemingly chip away at your good mood. They weren’t any different from usual, so why were you?

By the time Alec went for a shot, you barely even reacted anymore.

“What’s up, sunshine?,” he hummed, playfully nudging his shoulder against yours, but you didn’t even lift your gaze to look at him. He only managed to pull an apathetic hum from you that could easily be mistaken for a groan.

“Wanna ditch this place?,” Alec whispered, lowly enough so as not to gain any unwanted attention from Normal. His suggestion at least had you blink at him, though his green eyes failed to find any enthusiasm in yours.

“Can’t,” you sighed. “Normal dumped an extra load of packages on me… Today of all days.” That last sentence was muttered under your breath so quietly that Alec would’ve nearly missed it, were it not for his enhanced hearing. You gestured leisurely towards your bike, a tower of cardboard boxes stacked onto its back.

“Tell you what,” Alec hummed, swiftly unloading the boxes from your bike and carrying them to his own. “I’ll take care of those for ya and you’ll get a headstart at ditching this place.”

He wasn’t taking no for an answer, you knew that beforehand, but it didn’t stop you from trying.

“It’s fine, Alec, don’t really have anywhere to be anyway.”

At that, Alec raised an eyebrow. He added the last box onto the pile, then used one hand to cup your chin and the other to interlock his fingers with yours. With his knuckles tucked neatly under your jaw, he tilted your face upwards until your eyes met.

Definitely no spark in them anymore, but what did you have a smug, cheeky boyfriend for if not for a little cheering up? You both knew he always managed to pull a smile from your lips, even if you wouldn’t admit it so as not to stroke his already inflated ego.

“I could think of a couple places I’d like to take you,” he teased with a smirk. “But how about we start with you getting ready for that After-Work-Crash-Party and I’ll see you there, hm?”

There it was again. That subtle twitch of your eyebrow, so small he could’ve easily missed it. You sighed and nodded reluctantly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Fine,” you gave in. “Are you sure it’s okay? I can help with–”

“I’m sure,” he interrupted you and then dismissed you with a chaste kiss. He mounted his bike, the crisp ding-ding of his bicycle bell the last thing he gave you before taking off.

It wouldn’t be until hours later, with him just arriving in front of the bar, that you’d see each other again. The streets of Seattle were illuminated only by obnoxious neon signs buzzing about, most of them busted. It was a cold night, the air crisp enough that Alec could see his own breath upon each exhale.

Breath that hitched in his throat the moment your frame entered his field of vision. You just turned the corner, striding towards him like a vision – despite him not knowing where to look first.

Your hair was styled, locks bouncing freely and lightly across your shoulder with each step you took. Apparently the chillier temperatures had not stopped you from picking out a minidress. It was decorated in dark sequins that reflected the neon lights in a way that made you sparkle.

He couldn’t help but let out a whistle as he eyed you up and down. His gaze briefly stopped at your exposed legs, right where the hem of your dress stopped.

“I feel like the luckiest, most underdressed guy alive,” Alec chuckled once you stood in front of him. “You look amazing.”

Your lips curled into a bashful smile and you shyly hooked your arm through his. He took the cue and guided you inside, holding the door open for you on the way in. You both stepped inside, eager to warm up and grab a drink, only to be met with complete, eerie darkness.

Concentrating hard on his dimmed surroundings, Alec tensed at your side.

His hand clasped over your wrist as he grabbed you tightly, ready to pull you away, should the need arise. He was already in alert-mode, bracing himself to fend of any potential danger, when suddenly–

“Surprise!”

The lights flickered on, revealing your friends. They held balloons and threw confetti your way, clapping and cheering. A banner hung from the ceiling, the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY! spread across the fabric in a bold, glittery font.

Oh. Oh.

The group began to strike up a song, while Max busied herself with lighting a singular candle on a cupcake. She carried it over to you, a wide smile plastered across her face as she urged you to blow it out and make a wish.

Still dumbfounded, Alec watched as you beamed and closed your eyes, snuffing out the candle with a short puff of air.

It was your birthday.

Damnit, it was your birthday and Alec had no idea!

It all made sense to him now.

Your sparkly dress. The weird conversations.

That’s why you’d been sulky the whole day. You were hoping someone would congratulate you, even just mention it.

This whole time he’d been under the impression that everyone was just going to meet here like usual, like any other day after work, part of that god forsaken routine-thing.

Special days to Alec were still a foreign concept. He was aware they existed, of course, but how could you fathom birthdays when you never celebrated your own.

Hell, he didn’t even know if he had one, technically.

“Your drinks are on us, sweetcheeks,” Original Cindy winked your way, thereby interrupting Alec’s internal monologue.

Right. This wasn’t about him. Today was about you. But, God, did he feel stupid. Playing along by giving you an awkward smile and nod, Alec nudged you towards the others.

“They better be,” you snickered, taking a ceremonial bite of the sugary pastry that’s been offered to you. “I thought you guys forgot.”

“We’d never,” Max gasped, playing along with your playful melodrama. “Right, Alec?”

He narrowed his eyes at her, mocking her with a cynical grin as if to say ‘very funny, Max, really.’ He felt the jab right away. These guys hadn’t so much fooled you as they had pranked him, huh?

The rest of the group took over, pulling you to the dance floor and singing along to the music with you while beer came flowing.

Alec ordered a bottle of champagne and joined you, deeming that this was the least he could do after fumbling so hard today. It was definitely on the pricier side, but the way your eyes lit up as he clinked your glasses together gently made every cent of it worth it.

You were getting bombarded with birthday wishes and showered in small gifts ranging from silly to thoughtful.

Someone placed a shiny, plastic tiara on your head, a tacky B for ‘Birthday’ centered in your hair now. You wore it like royalty. Sketchy handed you funny stickers and charms to decorate your bicycle helmet with. You were currently aweing over a collage of polaroids that Cindy and Max had crafted for you.

All while Alec was standing off to the side, back leaning against a wall, one hand in his pocket, the other fidgeting around with a bottle.

“Someone’s a party pooper,” Max spoke, stopping to stand next to him.

“Ten minutes ago I didn’t even know there was a party I could poop on,” Alec quipped and took a sip of his beer.

“You didn’t get Sketchy’s text?”

Obviously not.

But he could hardly blame his friend for this mess.

Alec shook his head and scoffed, more to himself than anything, really: “Ten minutes ago I didn’t even know today was their birthday.”

“Better spend the rest of it making it a good one for them anyways,” Max shrugged and gave Alec two or three reassuring shoulder-pats.

He knew she could relate somewhat.

Birthdays at Manticore were nonexistent. What’s more: They were nonessential. What mattered there was the present and the future. When you were born, or if you were merely a lab-creation, made no difference.

“Alec,” your cheerful voice rang through the pensive cloud in his brain. “This is the best party ever! C’mon, let’s dance!”

You were clearly already tipsy, your nose even redder than those flushed cheeks of yours, your eyes slightly glassy and your movement awkward as you staggered over to him. Your clumsy hand clawed at his sleeve until somehow you managed to pull him along.

You were having the time of your life and he couldn’t help but chuckle, a fuzzy warmth spreading through his chest at the realization that you wanted him to be part of this joyous moment.

Forgotten birthday or not, he’d make sure you’d have a party to remember.

Alec’s arm snaked around your waist to steady your swaying path and prevent you from tripping over your own feet. He even had to adjust that little crown on your head, loose strands of your hair tangled in it.

“Careful there, birthday babe,” he snorted softly as you clung to his shoulders and attempted to twirl to the music.

“Y’know,” you mumbled with a crooked, toothy smile, slurring over your own words. “Y’made my day, Alec. Really did.”

“Me?”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded strongly, repeatedly poking at his chest with your pointer finger. “You– mhh… you’re today’s hero!”

His eyebrows shot up in disbelief. Him a hero when he was the fool to overlook your birthday?

“What did I do?”

“This party, ‘s great, really is, I love it,” you babbled. “But you! You’re like the only one that made me happy earlier. At work, y’know? ‘N your text was’the first one – hic! – I got this mornin’ like you thought ‘f me ‘n that was so sweet.”

“I’m always thinking of you, darling,” Alec grinned, clearly bemused by your yapping, but also making a mental reminder to only have you drink water for the rest of the night.

“‘Xactly!,” you exclaimed in a Eureka tone. “I can always count on ya. Y’always make me feel like ‘s my birthday. Every. Single. Day.”

He laughed heartily and pulled you against his chest, his arms tight around your wobbling frame. You nuzzled your head to his shoulder with a content sigh.

“That’s because I’m glad you were born no matter what day it is,” he half-joked. It was definitely the truth, but he still felt a little bad for not realizing how special today was.

He’d make sure to shower you in gifts every year from now on. Sing you a song the minute midnight strikes and take you out to wherever you want to celebrate.

You rewarded him with a dazzling smile that had him feel like he was the birthday boy and your joy was his present. Alec spun you around, even scooted you up briefly to twirl you midair, just to enjoy another of those sweet giggles.

Once back to your feet, you still felt like you were on cloud nine.

“Happy birthday, darling,” he whispered into your ear, his lips grazing the spot just beneath it.

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floofeh-purpi · 5 months ago

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Getting isekai'd?! (Part 6)

Sagau! Genshin Fatui x Gn! Reader (ft. Your bsf)

『Beloved fluffball/s mentioned below! 💜』

@justmare @mc-cos-charm @keirennyx

NEW FLUFFBALL ADDED TO MY COLLECTION!! Mwehehehehe >:3

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A/n: Almost at 50 fluffballs guys! 🥹

Warnings: Swearing, grammatical/spelling issues, bbg if you srsly forgot you have vitiligo, I couldn't find the image that I always use in the header thingy part so I had to improvise, y/b/f/n and you being silly.

【Part 5】

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

The 5 signs that Our Holiness has descended upon Teyvat:

1. Golden blood.

2. The sound of Their Majesty's 'Kalimba' playing in the air.

3. Shooting stars.

4. Their Holiness' lovely voice.

5. Their dog that Their Majesty calls "Siberian Husky" yes aka your big baby sitting on your lap.

The Cryo Archon letted out a a quiet gasp. "How could I have forgotten the melodies My Grace used to play..." she thought as she closed the book and putted it back to its shelf, her shoes clicking against the floor of her icy-cold palace.

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You hummed a song to yourself as you helped your friend build a wooden house in Minecraft. "Yo should we just do milk chocolate or dark chocolate planks?" You asked with a stupid grin on yoir face.

"Bitch you could've just said oak or dark oak planks... 😭" Your best friend said affectionately. And yet you deadass expect them to take you seriously when your like this. "But now im hungry wtf?" You both said in unison.

"Bruh."

"Bitch? Anygays wanna go to the kitchen together?"

"Sure~!" Y/b/f/n said in the gayest fucking way possible.

You both turn off your computers and went to the kitchen.

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You guys were eating (f/f) Y/b/f/n was eating it because you were eating it too :3 until a knock on the door rudely interrupted you guys' snacking session. "Stupid fucking door..." Y/b/f/n thought. How dare the person interrupt their precious time with you? But anyways, they go to the door open it, only to see a certain gingerhead whose alias is the literal opposite of what he is *EHEM* Child...

"Hello comarde! May I come in?"

"Yah, sure. 😐" Your bsf made some space for him to go through the door. "HOY (N/N), WE HAVE A VISITOR! PISTE KA" Y/b/f/n yelled at you.

"PISTE I HAVENT FINISHED MY FOOD" Tartaglia sweatdropped slightly as you cursed back before you took the last bite of your (f/f). You started to make you way into the living room. "Hah?"

"Oh? Is this your roomate, comrade?"

"Yas, this beautiful person over here is (Y/n), aka the other person you saw in that photo near the fireplace. 😍" Childe's smile faltered abit as he remembered how your bsf nearly made his skeleton jump by by saying that behind him. "Right..." But the moment he looked at you, his first thought was: "HOLY SHIT THEY LOOK MORE PRETTIER THAN THE PHOTO" He thought, not realizing he blushing like a fucking strawberry.

"Is bro ok...?" You almost had a hand on your mouth as you practically called one of the villians in the game one of the most casual terms you know.

"Nah. He'll be fineeee..."

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Eeeeeeee finally done!

【Part 7】

Published: July 2 2024. 3:21pm.

#genshin sagau #sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact #genshin x reader #random #random stuff #sagau x reader #sagau genshin #genshin cult au

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last-starry-sky · 9 months ago

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About me:

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This is my 18+/nsfw fandom and writing blog for COD, specifically MW2.

My main (which is generally sfw) is first-full-moon.

I write and support a wide spectrum of fanfic/art. If you don't enjoy dark themes, then my blog isn't for you, sorry! I tag all pairings and all fics should have PLENTY of warnings. Block what you want! As an adult, you are responsible for your own content curation here.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley

- character tag - x reader tag - ghost/soap tag - ghost/soap/reader tag - Phantom!Ghost ((this is baby's first fic. pls don't read it. also, i'm never going to finish it lmao)) Girl's Night Out: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 pt1 - Chapter 2 pt2 - Chapter 2 pt3 - ((Chapter 3 is up next!)) Babysitting with Totally Platonic Roommate!Simon: Chapter 1 Size Kink prompt for lovely anon❤️ Jealous Simon/bi!reader prompt for anon - part 2

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

- character tag - x reader tag - Medieval Highlander AU: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - ((Part 4 may be the last one. We'll see if I ever feel like writing it.))

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- character tag - x reader tag - put your ear to my heart//or set your teeth against my throat

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- character tag - x reader tag -

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let it out[COMPLETE]: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Phillip Graves

- character tag - x reader tag - too sweet: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - ((Ch. 5 is A Thing and will happen))

Misc:

- König x reader tag - character tag - kinktober 2024 masterlist

WIP List:

Girl's Night Out ch. 3 (also the goddamn finale)

too sweet Ch 5

an unnamed Gaz fic (or two, we'll see how spicy I feel) that expands on a random idea post I put out a few months ago.

maybe an expansion/rewrite of put your ear to my heart, bc something about park ranger price/shifter price is so ❤️

uhhhh the cnc ghost thing i've had kicking around FORVER?

credits: divider by saradika, shit-ass header by me

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bonzos-number-1-fan · 6 months ago

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Putting the CAT# Back in the Bag: The Flaws With Person/Place/Object

Hi, I’m bonzos-number-1-fan You might know me from such theories as; "Theory of Fears; or, Zur Furchtlehre", "What R# Means: The ABCs of Fear" or, "Padlocks, How Do They Even Work?".

I’m back with another essay about this show. Today’s subject is a little different from previous ones. Rather than explaining what I think something in this show is, I’ll be explaining what I think it isn’t. What I’m going to be talking about is the very popular theory that CAT1/2/3 means the supernatural aspect is a Person/Place/Object.

Because I’m talking about other people’s ideas here I do want to start off by saying I understand why this theory is attractive and I don’t think anyone is stupid or anything for believing it. I just personally think there are angles from which it doesn’t work and that the sum of them makes it fairly certain to be untrue. I could be very wrong about that, and my other theories, or I could be very right. I don’t think either scenario matters much. This essay isn’t about being right but about talking about a big thing in the community. I just happen to not believe this one and people have signalled interest in hearing why.

So with all that out of the way I’m going to start by establishing the terminology being used. Then I’ll break down what this theory is positing and follow it up with the ways I think it does and doesn’t work. That’s basically it but with 16 episodes and supplemental material to cover it’s still not going to be terribly short.

Huge thanks to @brettanomycroft for proof reading/editing this madness.

Spoilers for The Magnus Protocol up to and including episode 16.

What is a CAT#?

A CAT# is the first 4-5 characters of an OIAR's incident report header. While these are not often referenced in the main body of the show, each incident we hear is accompanied by one in the show's description and transcript. As an example this is the case number for the first incident of episode 1.

CAT1RBC5257-12052022-09012024 Reanimation (Partial) -/- Regret [Email]

The first line is the case number. CAT1 is this incident's CAT#. The RBC (R#/Rank) and 5257 (DPHW) have been topics I've discussed in essays I linked at the start. The second line is the header and is formatted “Section (Subsection) -/- Crosslink [Format]”. CAT#s is all we're concerning ourselves with today but I will be using this terminology going forward.

Now we know what they look like, what is it we know about them? Well, not much at all. From the show itself we know there are CAT1s, CAT2s, CAT3s and CAT23s. From the Klaus excel sheet that was found as part of the ARG (and can be found here) we also know there are CAT12s and CAT13s. With that information we can say with some certainty that CAT1, CAT2, and CAT3 are non-mutually exclusive groupings. It's very likely not a linear scale of some description—i.e CAT23 isn't between CAT2 and CAT3—because CAT13 doesn't fit such a scale. Which means that where there are two numbers in a CAT# that incident likely fits both groups rather than being a new group. This also strongly implies that an incident could be CAT123 although we have yet to see that demonstrated.

We also know that CAT is short for "Category". In the Klaus sheet these numbers are located in the "Kategorie" column. "Kategorie" being German for "category". This unfortunately doesn't tell us anything we didn't already know. CAT#s denote some form of grouping.

There is only one other fact we know about CAT#s and that's this:

ALICE Right, so, after each entry there's four numbers. That’s the DPHW. So, “dolls comma watching” is… 1157. Then you cross reference with the table here, that would be a 2-C, and then you type that into the box here, along with date of incident if there is one and today’s date.

Which is not a lot to go on at all but it does raise an important question. How is a CAT# assigned? There are two major assumptions you could make here. The first is the “objective method” and that it’s a factor of either the section, subject, DPHW or a combination thereof. This means that they are pre-assigned in the same way that DPHWs are. This method has an inherent trait in that it means every header manifests as the same sort of thing. While it’s not a problem to say that every Doll (Watching) is the same— that could just be the rules of the setting—it does make CAT# itself somewhat redundant. The terminology of the headers will often describe something inherent about the CAT#. We have a CAT3 case that’s Dice (Bone) -/- Fate but dice are objects so why would you need to restate that?

The second is the “subjective method” in which the assessor chooses the CAT# based on the incident itself. The subjective method has a larger assumption built into it in that they know what CAT#s are. They don’t know what DPHW is and have shown no indication of knowing what CAT# is either. So I’d say it’s less likely that CAT#s are subjective rather than objective. However, for the purposes of this essay I will assume that both are as likely to be true as each other and will refer to them both. Different cases show different flaws when one of these is true over the other, so both will get discussed.

What is Person/Place/Object?

Person/Place/Object is the theory that the three single digit CAT#s stand for Person, Place, and Object respectively. Combinations of these digits represent that an incident falls into each category. A CAT1 incident indicates that the supernatural element of an incident is a person in some respect, while a CAT23 would indicate both a place and an object.

As I have mentioned this isn’t a theory with a single theorist or origin to point to. As such this theory isn’t a monolith and there is variation in how these categories are presented from theory to theory. Sometimes “Person” is literal and other times it includes any sentient thing, “places” aren’t always strictly physical locations, and the narrative framing of what “objects” are may shift. As such I will be taking the broadest interpretation of these categories as their definitions.

People will include animals and other sentient beings. Places will include metaphysical locations. Objects won’t need to be physical in nature. This is both the fairest I can be to all theories and also the strongest I can make this theory. The broader I can make these definitions, the more different ideas can be represented and the more wiggle room the CAT#s get.

What I’ll do next is run through all the incidents the show has mentioned and explain them as I see it. We’ll start with the ones that fit this theory well because they require little explanation. Then when that’s established we’ll talk about the places I think this theory falls down.

Which Incidents fit well?

CAT1:

CAT1RBC5257 Reanimation (Partial) -/- Regret: There is something like a zombie in this incident. That’s something like a person and so fits well.

CAT1RB4824 Injury (Needles) -/- Intimidation: Needles is definitely a person, no question there.

CAT1RB2275 Mascot (Kids) -/- Murder: Bonzo walks, “talks”, and probably thinks. He’s a person.

CAT1B4728 Mascot (Kids) -/- Frenzy: Bonzo is still doing that stuff so is still a person.

CAT1RB4426 Transformation (Snake) -/-Horde: There was a person and they turned into snakes. Snakes count as people here too. Given the amount of snakes this is the most CAT1 CAT1.

CAT1RB-6451 Hunt (Aristocratic) -/- Compulsion: Lady M is the most person on this list.

CAT1RB1565 Tattoo (Influencer) -/- Cardiac: Definitely involves a person doing something supernatural.

CAT2:

CAT2C8175 Infection (Full Body) -/- Arboreal: This incident takes place in a time and space bending garden. Makes perfect sense for CAT2.

CAT2RB2377 Disappearance (Undetermined) -/- Invitation: A spooky theatre is a location for sure.

CAT3:

CAT3RBC1567 Transformation (Full) -/- Dysmorphic: In this instance the object in question is the tattoo. Which I think is really stretching the definition of “object” but I’m still going to give it to the theory.

CAT3C7494 Collection (Blood) -/- Musical: A magical violin is definitely an object.

CAT3RB3354 Dice (Bone) -/- Fate: Bone dice are inarguably objects.

CAT3RB4622 Gambling (Application) -/- Murder: It’s another stretch to call an app an object but, again, happy to give it to the theory.

CAT23:

CAT23RAB2155 Transformation (Eyes) -/- Trespass: In this incident’s case the location is the Magnus Institute and the object is the box RedCanary stole. I think there are some problems with this one but there is enough to get through.

Which Incidents Don't?

CAT1:

CAT1RBC5257 Reanimation (Partial) -/- Regret: You’re not misremembering, I did say this fit well. Because on the surface it really does make sense, but I think if you push just a little it makes very little sense. Why? Because any category you want to place this in is easily justified in the incident itself. There is a zombie-esque thing but also a Frankenstein-esque figure for CAT1. CAT 2 would be the location of the graveyard itself. It was chosen by the presumed creator of this zombie-like creature and is depicted similar to the one in Marked, a CAT23 incident. If this theory is correct and the Marked graveyard is supernatural I can’t see a reason to discount that possibility here. CAT3 fits too because the presumed creation method is that they were Frankenstein-ed which does require some sort of surgical apparatus. But whichever choice you make you’ve not really clarified the incident at all.

This issue is further seen in the methodology of assigning CAT#s.Objectively it has the same problem all objective assignments do. Reanimation implies there is going to be a reanimated person so restating that doesn’t add much. If we look at the subjective method then this is chosen largely at random. There isn’t enough of an indication in this incident to clearly state which CAT this is. So it’s neither helped in the assessment of the incident and doesn’t provide anything for response because all choices are justifiable.

CAT1RB4426 Transformation (Snake) -/- Horde: Not misremembering here either. There is a problem with this one in that it’s demonstrated to be an infection. This makes the source of the affliction basically unknowable. The source could qualify it for other CATs but the larger issue here is that what CAT1 means here and what it means elsewhere are not that comparable. Needles, Bonzo, and Lady M are all sentient and independent. The afflicted we see in this case are normal people until they get very rapidly sick, summon a portal to the snake dimension in their throats, and die. Which leaves CAT1 translating to “something in the rough shape of a person” which is a really wide range of interpretations. Which is something I feel has little practical utility in either assessing or responding to these incidents.

CAT1RB1565 Tattoo (Influencer) -/- Cardiac: Still not misremembering. While you can say that Ink5oul or Madame E are the person in this instance there is a major conflict here with CAT3RBC1567 Transformation (Full) -/- Dysmorphic. If Daria’s transformation was CAT3 because tattoos are objects then there is no reasonable justification that this isn’t at least CAT13. It’s the same person, doing the same thing, to a very similar result but in a different CAT. The headers are entirely different, and so this/that may be misfiled, but it highlights a problem with Daria’s incident. If the incident with the Tattoo header isn’t an object then tattoos are probably not objects under this scheme.

If this is objective then this is always a person, or on people, which makes a great deal of sense. However if that’s the case then the objective method for Daria’s case sort of falls apart because there wasn’t really a secondary object there. Additionally, because all incidents with that case’s header being objects is a huge stretch. So if this incident, or that incident, is misfiled it doesn’t really matter. In either case (or even if both of them are misfiled), it largely disproves that tattoos are objects, creating a larger issue with that theory as it affects more than just this case. Subjectively as far as we’re aware Sam filed all three of the Ink5oul incidents. So he chose an object in Daria’s case but then opted against it here despite there being no real reason to that we can see. You could say that now Ink5oul has been in it more, he thinks Ink5oul has some sort of supernatural power themselves which makes them a CAT1; that would still make this CAT13 as episode 11 was CAT23.

CAT2:

CAT2RC1157 Dolls (Watching): This is a big one in my opinion. It’s not only the first incident we’re told about, but it's both Sam’s and our first exposure to an explanation of the OIAR’s filing system. It’s also one I see ignored in most of the posts that posit the Person/Place/Object theory. That is understandable as we don’t hear the incident itself but we do hear enough of it to show that there is a flaw in the theory.

What we hear about this incident is entirely focused on the doll itself and questions about its nature. It’s a split between Dolls (Watching) and Dolls (Human Skin) with the former being chosen as the latter is only implied. Dolls themselves are objects which would make this CAT3, and if the doll is sentient a CAT1. However, this is placed in CAT2 indicating that it's actually caused by the location in some respect. In order for that to make sense you have to make 3 major assumptions. Assumption 1: despite no indication in the conversation about this incident suggesting anything outside of the doll being strange there was actually a “haunted house”. Assumption 2: despite there being sections far more descriptive of locations—i.e Architecture—Dolls is more suited to this incident. Assumption 3: despite this being Sam’s/the audience’s first exposure to this system it leaves out the real source of the incident when, narratively, this is an explanation of it. Those are some fairly major assumptions to make to justify a theory.

This also has issues with either method of assigning CAT#s. If CAT# is objective then every Dolls (Watching) is actually a location. Unlike with something like Reanimation (Partial) that doesn't make much sense as dolls themselves are objects. In the subjective method, Alice assigned this as a location but their discussion of it centred solely on an object and she didn't explain to Sam why she did it.

CAT2RC3338 Agglomeration (Miscellany) -/- Congregation: This might be my favourite example of issues I have with this theory. To explain it we’ll look at this from both the objective and subjective methods while taking into account outside knowledge of the show from an audience perspective.

Everyone I’ve seen posit this theory attributes CAT2 to Hilltop here.They do this solely because of TMA. There is nothing in this episode that makes Hilltop out to be anything special in any way. But because Hilltop is special in TMA the audience is primed to view this location as special. It may very well be but there is no reason to think that. In fact, I’d argue there's reason to think otherwise based on this episode, but that is a little off topic for this essay. However from an objective perspective it can’t take Hilltop into account because not every header of this sort will take place in Hilltop. They could only manifest at special locations but that seems like a stretch. If it is true, why does this unique combination of words not include a word that describes it as a location? Subjectively it could be a misfile. Celia would be the only person who knows what Hilltop is in TMA— assuming some of the theories on her are correct—but that doesn’t make Hilltop important in and of itself. It also means she ignored large parts of this incident when filing it just to focus on that element. As this case is the one Alice uses to teach Celia the system with, then this also relies on Alice knowing or not correcting Celia. In either scenario this case is full of people of definite supernatural quality, lacks a location of supernatural quality, but has 100s of objects of dubious supernatural quality. Something doesn’t make sense here if this theory is correct.

CAT2RBC3366 Architecture (Liminal) -/- Hunger: This one is interesting because it shows a flaw not in the theory per se but in the methodology as a whole if the theory is correct. If CAT# is what the theory says it is why is this just CAT2? It being CAT2 at all is redundant when its header describes a location but in this incident we see it’s populated by supernatural creatures. I call them Uncannybals—as should you—and they’re monsters living in the shadow realm. That seems like very important information to include. So it should be CAT12 as there are both people and a place. The OIAR methodology already has the problem that you can’t include multiple headers but CAT#s, if they worked like this, could be used to alleviate that issue. The way it’s implemented here just makes it virtually pointless to include at all.

CAT3:

CAT3RBC1567 Transformation (Full) -/- Dysmorphic: This was largely already covered. So simply put if Transformation (Full) -/- Dysmorphic is an object because of the tattoo, and Tattoo (Corpse) -/- Compulsion is an object because of the tattoo, but Tattoo (Influencer) -/- Cardiac isn’t an object despite being virtually identical to this case then CAT3 doesn't mean object.

The method problems are the same as above too. Now this case is the one most likely of the three to be misfiled. So you could say that Daria's case is misfiled and would actually be CAT1 if filed correctly. Tattoos aren’t objects, this case is a mistake. Then you could explain that Marked is CAT23 because corpses are objects (so 13 if he was alive). Objectively this header always being CAT3 still poses problems because we know there are Transformations that don’t require objects. Which brings us back to the problem of “why are the headers so bad at describing these things?”. If it’s subjective Sam decided that object instead of person made more sense here. Seemingly based on the fact that there is a tattoo. Later on he changed his mind about this but choosing it in the first place seems like a stretch. If he knew what these things meant in order to choose them, object seems like a very unobvious choice.

CAT23:

CAT23RC5246 Tattoo (Corpse) -/- Compulsion: This one is fairly clear to me. I’m going to be very generous and suggest that the corpse here is the object based on the above. The reason this one is a problem is that there wasn’t a location here. I’ve seen people say that it must be the graveyard but that’s confirmation bias IMO. It wasn’t a large feature of the episode, didn’t do anything coastal graveyards don’t do, and had no overt supernatural properties to it. I don’t personally think anyone would categorise this as CAT23 based on the incident alone but because CAT23 people will justify it to fit. That’s not inherently a problem because sometimes you have to make assumptions but given all of the above I don’t think that assumption is a reasonable one to make.

Objectively all compelling corpse tattoos are found in magical graveyards—or morgues, tombs, goth bars, and other corpse hangouts—and I think we can all agree that’s sort of wack. Subjectively Sam decided the graveyard was magic despite there being nothing to suggest that.

Klaus’ CAT#s:

This is a bit of a special section. I briefly mention Klaus in the intro but I didn’t mention that some of the incidents we’ve heard have been found on the Klaus sheet. The canonicity of these aren’t 100% and I would say the show takes precedent so this is supplemental rather than definitive. I think I’ve more than shown that this theory doesn’t hold up. This is more of an academic exercise.

The big thing to know here is that Kluas’ cases lack headers entirely but that some Klaus cases have notes and it’s these notes attached. It’s only one’s with those notes I’m interested in for this because of how they relate to things we’ve heard. One case is CAT3RBC1567 with the note “tinte”. CAT3RBC1567 is Daria’s case and “tinte” is German for “ink”. So this is very likely that case. There are 4 other cases with that note and they’re two CAT1s, a CAT3, and a CAT13. So even if Daria’s case is misfiled not all of those are the correct CAT# for that assumption. There are also two CAT1s and a CAT2 marked “Herr B”, which is “Mr B” in English. These aren’t tied to a Bonzo case we’ve heard yet but one of them does take place in Bland Theme Park, Somerset. That’s not definitively Bonzo but it’s a good hint at it.

Additionally there are 6 CAT2 cases that have the note “Katzen LOL” or “Cats LOL” which you’d expect to be CAT1s if there are cats involved. In a similar vein there are one CAT1 and five CAT2s marked “Kreigsvolk” which is literally “War People” but more likely “Army” or “Soldiers”. Again, you’d expect more CAT1s if CAT1 is people.

I’m not saying any of the above is the backbone of my reasoning here but these are things that are showing up in the show and they do seem to be pointing the same direction as what I’m saying. Ignoring them entirely I think the theory doesn’t hold up but with them I think it’s very clear.

Conclusion

I don’t have much of a wrap up here. Anyone who’s been reading my posts for a while has known that I’ve never thought this theory worked. It’s not something I ever get too deep into because I’m also obviously happy for people to have ideas I disagree with, as am I happy for them to disagree with my ideas. That’s just healthy theorising. I’d been considering writing this for a while though but was mostly held back by not wanting to come across as some sort of arbiter of what is and isn’t correct, and didn’t want to seem like I was calling anyone out specifically. However a few people now said they wanted to see this and there are enough instances of parallel thought on this theory that it’s impossible for me to really single people out now. So here we are.

Just to reiterate for people that did/do believe this theory I don’t think anyone was stupid and/or wrong for thinking it. I hope if the above has convinced you that I’m right about it that you’re not dissuaded from making and sharing future theories. I’ve have 3 or 4 terrible CAT# theories and a few R# theories too. My current ideas on DPHW and R# might be awfully wrong in the long run and that’ll be okay.

That’s me anyway, hope this was at the very least an interesting read if it didn’t manage to be a convincing one. Bonzo! Bonzo!! Bonzo!!!

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Sweet arrangement | Part 1

PAIRING | Andy Barber x Female!Reader

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SUMMARY | You've been stuck in your little town for years and desperately want to get out of there and start a new life. When a lawyer named Andy Barber sets foot into your diner, he makes you an offer you're not sure you can refuse.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Light angst, swearing, and discussion of a sugar daddy/-baby relationship.

A/N | I am considering turning this into a small series (3-5 parts at most), but I would like to know if all of you would like to read that. Please let me know what you think; otherwise, this will just be a single one shot 🖤

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''I wish I could just get out of this fucking hellhole of a town already,'' you sigh as you lean against the wall outside the diner you're working at.

''Why don't you go already?'' your colleague Ava says as she lights her cigarette. Luckily, you're standing on the correct side and not bothered by her smoke.

''You know why? Because I don't have the money to get out of here, and even if I did, how the fuck would I know where to go?! I've never been anywhere other than here,'' you say as you squeeze your eyes shut, rubbing your temples to try and ease the impending headache.

''Sometimes I wish someone would just scoop me up and carry me out of here so I would never have to look back,'' you say to Ava before walking back into the diner since your break is over.

You walk back in and go to see your new customers sitting in your section, so you walk over to them.

''Good afternoon, my name is Y/N, and I'll be your server today. Can I get the two of you started with something to drink?'' you say, and suddenly you recognize the man sitting there as Andy Barber. This most handsome lawyer occasionally comes by when he's working at the courthouse in your small town.

You never understood why a courthouse would be in a small town like yours, but you are okay with it, especially not since Andy returned to visit.

''Just 2 coffees, please, and could we also get a menu?'' the woman across from him says, and you nod.

''Of course, 2 coffees and 2 menus coming right up,'' you say as you turn around, not noticing the pair of eyes burning a hole in the back of your head.

''Andy, why don't you just ask her out already? I've seen how you look at her more than once, and you deserve someone to care for in the way you want,'' the woman says.

He sighs and shakes his head slightly. ''I'm not sure it's a good idea. She's nice, but I don't want her to think I'm a creep or anything''.

He doesn't say anything when you arrive back at the table, giving Andy a big smile as you put down his coffee, and you smile at the woman as well, though not as big.

''If you have decided on your order, please let me know, and I'll be right with you,'' you say as you continue to work on the rest of the customers in your section.

However, you can't help but glance over at Andy occasionally, but as soon as your eyes meet his, you turn your gaze away, and your cheeks feel like they're on fire.

The next few days were spent working at the diner, and every time Andy came by, he requested to sit specifically in your section.

Today, however is your day off, so when he requests your section again and hears you're not there, he asks when you will be back.

''She's here again tomorrow,'' Ava said with a smile and immediately she came up with a plan.

When the next day arrives and you set foot in the diner Ava pulls you to the side when you walk into the locker room for you and your colleagues.

''Guess who asked for you yesterday?!'' she said with a tad bit too much enthusiasm for your liking.

''I don't know, the president?!'' you said with a mocking tone but Ava let it slide this time.

''That lawyer that's been sitting in your section the last few days, but when I said you weren't here he excused himself and was gone,'' she tells you and your cheeks light up slightly.

''A-Are you sure?'' you ask her.

''Of fucking course I'm sure, dumbass! He's here to see you! You should totally ask him out!'' she says with a mischievous grin on her face.

''Girl, he's like twice my age, I'm not gonna ask him out!'' you say, but you would be lying if you didn't think about being with him. In every single way.

''So? Just give it a chance,'' Ava tells you and you roll your eyes before turning to your locker, getting ready for your workday.

Now that you know Andy will be visiting again, you decide to wear lipstick matching your red uniform; your eye makeup is a little dark to finish.

Andy is already seated in your section and alone this time. When he sees you, he softly gasps at how you look because you have never looked more beautiful than you do right now.

''Good afternoon, Mr. Barber, what can I get started for you today?'' you say as you stand next to the table, but he can't bring the words out of his mouth.

''Mr. Barber? Are you okay?'' you say and he suddenly snaps out of his trance when you place a hand on his shoulder.

''Sorry, it's just- You look so different and it suits you well,'' he says with a reassuring smile.

''Thank you, I thought I'd try this out for a change,'' you say as you lie through your teeth, you did this just for him and no one else.

He orders his usual lunch and when he's done he hands you a very generous tip along with his business card. You flip it over to see the words ''Call me'' written on it, that's all it says.

Sudden butterflies erupt in your stomach as you read those words, your cheeks turning a deep red shade as you watch him walk out of the door.

Andy's business card is still on your nightstand a few days later; he has yet to return since he handed it to you. The case he was working on must've been over, so he gave you the card.

You decide to take a leap of faith and grab your old cell phone from your nightstand, the screen is broken beyond repair and it definitely needs a replacement but you can't afford it, so you make do with what you have.

Dialing Andy's number and putting the phone against your ear has your heart go crazy in your chest, and after four rings he picks up.

''Andy Barber,'' he says with a deep voice, and your heart skipped a beat.

''Uh, hi, Mr. Barber. This is Y/N Y/L/N from the diner. I found your business card and decided to take you up on your offer to call you,'' you say nervously.

''I'm glad you did because I hoped to discuss something with you over dinner. Are you free this weekend?'' he asks and you shut your eyes while biting your lip in disbelief. This can't really be happening.

''I am free on Sunday,'' you tell him.

''Okay, can I pick you up at your house at 7 p.m.? I want to take you out to dinner like I said earlier if that's okay with you,'' he offers, and you agree, giving him your address.

''Okay, see you on Sunday, Sugar,'' he says, and you gasp softly at the nickname he just gave you, which definitely didn't go unnoticed by you.

Since you didn't know what kind of restaurant Andy was taking you to, you opted for a business casual outfit, hoping it would be good enough for your destination.

When Andy arrives, he texts you that he's here, and you walk out the door, locking the door behind you as you see Andy leaning against his car.

''Hi, Mr. Barber,'' you say as you approach him.

''Please, you can call me Andy,'' he says, just like many times before, though now is the first time you're taking him up on the offer.

''I'm sorry, Andy, it's just a little weird to call you by your first name since I've only seen you in the diner until now,'' you say, and he nods.

''It's okay, Sugar, don't worry about it,'' he says as he opens the passenger side door for you, and you slide into the comfortable seat.

The drive to the restaurant is filled with small talk, and you notice that you feel comfortable around him, so you easily reciprocate in the topics he's bringing up.

Once you arrive at the restaurant, Andy guides you in, and the two of you are led to a private area so Andy can discuss his offer with you.

''First, I want to let you know that you can always say no to my offer if you're uncomfortable with it. I don't want to pressure you with this offer, and if you happen to agree but at any point want out of it, that's okay too,'' he starts off as he holds your hand.

''O-Okay,'' you say, nervous about what's coming.

''I'm just going to outright say it: I want to offer you a sugar daddy/-baby relationship. I would love to take care of you however you want or need, but it would first and foremost be financial. It can be of a sexual nature, too, but it doesn't have to be if that's not okay. You will basically get money from me each month to do with whatever you want, and if you ever want anything else, you can ask me, and I'd be more than happy to provide,'' he says.

''What? I-I'm not sure,'' you say as you let the offer sink in.

''Would I have to live with you?'' is your first question.

''We can negotiate the terms you are uncomfortable with, Sugar. Like I said, I don't want to make you do anything you're not okay with, so whatever you decide is okay with me,'' he says, secretly wishing you would say yes to his offer.

''Is it okay if I think about it for a few days? It's a lot to take in,'' you say, and he nods.

''Of course,'' he says, and the rest of the night is spent with more light conversation, and you're starting to be more and more comfortable being around him.

When he drops you off at home, he walks you to your door, and you kiss him softly on his bearded cheek.

''I'll let you know what I decide in a few days. Thank you for the great dinner, though, and I hope to see you soon,'' you say before walking into your house.

You lean against the door after closing with a huge smile. This might exactly be the chance you need to get out of this fucking hellhole of a town already.

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Stepping Backwards a Bit (or 24)

I was looking for a simpler project. My recent 68030 work has been challenging and really pushing the limits of what I can do. I wanted something I could work on, but perhaps where someone else has already worked out the hardest parts.

I find laying out PCBs to be rather relaxing. It's one of those repetitive, almost meditative tasks, like needlepoint or whittling. The kind of hobby where I can turn on some music or a comfortable old TV show, zone out for a few hours, and wake up to this new thing that I created.

Debugging however is very mentally taxing, and the design work required to have a functional schematic to create a PCB for is an active whole-mind prices. So what I really needed was an existing project I could design a board for.

Enter [Grant Searle]. If you're not familiar with [Grant Searle], he has excellent designs for breadboard computers with a very minimal parts count. I studied his minimal Z80 design when I was first starting to build my own computers and learned a lot from it. I highly recommend his work for anyone who is interested in learning how to build their own computer but doesn't know where to start.

I was recently given a Rockwell 6502 CPU pulled from a dead LED marquee. I've never actually worked with 6502, so this seemed like a good time to try building Grant's 8-chip (or 7-chip) 6502 computer.

A few hours later, I had a PCB design completed, gerbers generated, and an order placed. Less than $5 for 5 boards, including shipping. A couple weeks later they arrived in the mail.

I did end up making a few modifications to [Grant]'s design. Instead of a clock circuit made from a discrete crystal and a couple inverter gates, I used a TTL oscillator because I've always found them to be more reliable. I also added support for an FTDI USB Serial adapter chip so that the board can be used with a modern computer as a terminal. And finally, since a PCB is much harder to add new components to relative to a solderless breadboard, I added an expansion header. All of it wrapped up in a compact PCB with lots of helpful silkscreen marking.

I realized after I had ordered the PCBs that the 16kB ROM chips [Grant] used are no longer manufactured or readily available. I have plenty of 8kB EEPROM chips on hand however. Thankfully the OSI BASIC interpreter [Grant] ported to this design fits within 8kB, so I was able to make a few adjustments and re-assemble it to work with the ROM chips I have on hand.

After a small glitch with my EEPROM programmer, it works!

It's quite a change going from my 33MHz+ 68030 to this tiny 6502 running at just under 2MHz. The BASIC text-based Mandelbrot renderer that completes in seconds on my 68030 takes four and a half minutes on the 6502. Not bad at all, considering my bus-impaired 68000 build takes 9 minutes to do the same.

This was a fun little project. It was a nice little break from some of the more difficult projects I've been working on. I have shared the project on GitHub for anyone who might want to take a look.

I hope to have this project with me this weekend, June 14-16, 2024 at Vintage Computer Festival Southwest. I'll be at table 207 in the Tandy Assemble hall, just across the street from the main exhibit hall.

#homebrew computing #homebrew 6502 #Grant Searle #retrotech #rockwell #6502 #vcfsw #vcfsw2024 #vcfsw 2024

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saiyanprincessswanie · 5 months ago

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 205-206

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 40 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers

Header by @fictional-affairs

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Slow Deep Breaths - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Built Differently - A Hearts Embrace - (Stucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Evermore - Part 2 Chp 2 - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Finding Home (7) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Indecent Proposal - (4) - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Chp 8 - (Curtis x Honey) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Your Mark On Me - Part 11 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Taking hands - (Brock x Sinthea) - @nekoannie-chan

Teamwork? - (Steve, Brock) - @nekoannie-chan

Mercy: Chapter 1 - (Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers; Curtis Everett; Jake Jensen; Lloyd Hansen; Robert "Mr.Freezy" Pronge) - @stargazingfangirl18

Hold You Tight: Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

No escape - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Steve Vs. the Internet - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Gun for hire (4) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Set in Stone - (Pete x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Home Sweet Home Chp 5 - (Brock/OFC) - @talia-rumlow

I'm your daddy now (3) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Monkey See, Monkey Do – Chapter 16, Part 1 - (Colin S x Reader) - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

The Fine Print - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Doppelgänger - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

All In - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Wrecked (Part 6) - (Frank C x Reader, Billy R x Reader) - @tuiccim

Fall for Me - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Mercy 2 - (Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers; Curtis Everett; Jake Jensen; Lloyd Hansen; Robert "Mr.Freezy" Pronge) - @stargazingfangirl18

Home Sweet Home - Chp Six - (Brock/OFC) - @talia-rumlow

Falling in love - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Be myself - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Bring you back - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Hold You Tight: Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Monkey See, Monkey Do - Chapter 16, Part 2 - (Colin S x Reader) - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

The Shadows Within - (Hughie Campbell x reader) - @the-soulofdevil

Did I Make You Proud? - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

The Day After - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Change spell - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Accident - (Lloyd x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Life in the Fast Lane - Part 10 - (Ari x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Don't Like the Cold - (Curtis x Reader) - @thezombieprostitute

getting what you want on a rainy spring afternoon - (Bucky x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

On the Edge - (Ari x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Libya is a Shit Hole - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #stucky x reader #ari levinson x reader #andy barber x reader #curtis everett x reader #jake jensen x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #pete brenner x reader #Brock Rumlow x ofc #Colin Shea x reader #frank castle x reader #billy russo x reader

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calxide · 2 years ago

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HIT "TWEET"! 🐦

⸻ PAIRING med student!Kaeya x med student fem!reader

STATUS on-hold ('til 2024) | sporadic updates

TAGS smau with lots of written parts, enemies to ??? lovers, mutual pining, humor/crack, fluff, dying med school students, suffering college burnt out gifted kids

SYNOPSIS Going to med school was, by far, not the best decision you've made. But, because of it, you've made multiple friends online - especially on MedTwt on Twitter. Do you need help? Just type your problem with the hashtag "#MedTwt," and you're one step closer to getting the answer you've longed for!

When you experience struggles in the world of studying medicine and science, your Twitter moot is always there for you. On the other hand, an acquaintance enemy of yours never fails to bothers you. They have such contrasting personalities, yet a familiar feeling of comfort whenever you talk to them. Or is it uneasiness?

Fate surely is a playful one.

WARNINGS profanities; time stamps don't matter unless stated (time seperators do tho – but not the time itself) ; kaeya is a bitch (affectionate); y/n is tired of kaeya's shitty shenanigans; slow burn ('cause we love it here); y/n has an online persona that is named "zie" — this nickname will be used and mentioned a lot; a lot of "k why s" jokes (+ y/n's intrusive and impulsive thoughts). more warnings will be added as the story progresses.

TAGLIST is open, please send an ask or comment HERE if you want to be added/removed! if i am unable to tag you, please check this post.

AUTHOR'S NOTE it's my first time writing kaeya as main character and I hope I give his character justice :')) that banner/header is by far the ugliest i've made.

also, please expect a lot of typographical errors, because i write whenever i'm unhinged and wrote most of the chapters late at night

🐦 TWITTER PROFILES: Fullmetal Hoes | Noble Gases

TWITTER MOMENTS 「BOOK」 ⚡️

What's happening? this stupid guy fought against me because of a book and is now ruining my life.

1 Tweet: Bookstore

2 Tweets: I love Taylor Swift!

3 Tweets: kaiser 💓

4 Tweets: Kaeya

5 Tweets: delusions are okay

DELETED TWEET 1: painful reminder

6 Tweets: science is not science-ing

7 Tweets: do you care?

8 Tweets: siblings

THREAD | REPLY 1: non-existent ass

9 Tweets: be there or be square

THREAD | REPLY 1: i am done with you

REPLY 2: blue emojis

REPLY 3: gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss

REPLY 4: mission: unblock me please

10 Tweets: preparations

THREAD | REPLY 1: shitty bastard

REPLY 2: playing pretend

REPLY 3: why now?

TWITTER MOMENTS 「SCI-FAIR」 ⚡️

What's happening? kaiser and i will finally have a chance to meet e/o <33

11 Tweets: just a hunch

TWITTER MOMENTS 「...」 ⚡️

What's happening? i don't know either.

⠀

UNRELEASED CHAPTER NAMES ARE STC.

TAGLIST 🐦 @mayasshitposts @eternal-dokja @aemiko @temshouineichi @sukunasrealgf @eutopiastar @wonderland-fan @kissingkzuha @aether-darling

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cinemaspoppycornuwu · 1 year ago

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[You and Sanji got married]

["MINORS DO NOT INTERACT" Header made by @benkeibear ]

This fic is originally made for my beloved friend who gives me unconditional support @syntheticseraton1n . But anyone who reads this can feel self inserted here. Nala, sweetie, I hope you like the wedding I prepared for you. And readers who don't like NSFW, it is okay, cause the first part of the fic is actually SFW! Just a fun wedding and meeting of friends 🥰

But still, I think I messed up with the whole fanfic and ruined it. Sorry, One Piece fans. Sorry, Sanji simps 😭😭😭

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Wedding OST 🎶 (might add more sooner or later, dunno)

1. Nupcial march [violin] (When bride comes in);

2. Barbie 12 dancing princess theme (Couple dance);

3. The wellerman [violin];

4. Hey Brother [cello] (Avicii);

5. Wake me up [cello] (Avicii again);

6. Angel eyes (Abba);

7. YMCA (Village People);

8. California Gurls (Katy Perry);

9. Work (forró version - Rihanna);

The list goes on but it would take too long to put EVERYTHING!

╰─..★.──────────╯

Honestly, you couldn't be more thankful when you met the strawhats. Everyone there is so cheerful, almost looking like a daycare of children but grown up. Your captain, Monkey D. Luffy was the most childish but he had an empaty ability. Luffy always had that sense inside on his heart to know when people were good or bad.

And then there was your beloved Sanji. The guy who would marry you in that sunny and bright day. Blonde has always been supportive and gentle with you, especially when he joined the crew. Everything in him was so charming. His greyish-blue eyes, the way he lights up his cigarrette to smoke away from you (to not bother with the smell) and makes sure the smell fades away later so he can be closer, his heart shaped eyes when talking to you (well, honestly, for any woman). When he genuinely confessed to you in a wonderful night, your heart did a backflip. It was the very first time you felt like that: butterflies fluttering in your stomach, trembling a little bit, teary emotional eyes, cheeks as red as the most stunning rose. And when Sanji proposed to you? Gosh, it was a disaster because Luffy ate everything Sanji has prepared for both of you. But you accepted him with no hesitation.

Today, was your wedding day. Nami was helping you get ready to get married in the amazing Thousand Sunny. Of course that the ginger one and Sanji thought of marrying somewhere else better for you. But Thousand Sunny has given all of you guys great memories and it meant so much for you, just like the resting in peace now Golden Merry. The gold digger young navigator stopped and helped you dry your tears.

—Just look at you, S/O... You are so wonderful! - the dress was a strapless white one with laces on it. Nami also chose good jewerly to put in your ears and in your neck, giving a special touch on it. Your hair was decorated in an elegant messy bun with flowers on it. Your makeup wasn't that heavy but very perfect for the ocasion. And so were the heels. Not too tight but made you look a little bit taller to kiss Sanji.

—I've... I've never been so beautiful... Oh, Nami, this means so much to me!

—Hey there, it is okay! Just don't cry or the makeup will run! - she said, containing her tears as she gave a friendly kiss on your forehead - Are you ready?

—Of course! Our captain must be waiting for us since he for sure is hungry - the both of you laughed at the comment about the captain - Let's go.

—Just one more detail - Nami stops and gives you a bouquet of fake flowers. Since you guys spent more time in the ship than in the lands, Nami made sure to buy fake flowers for the wedding before the trip to the island where you guys would stay. The flowers may not be real, but the reciprocate love between you and Sanji for sure was.

When getting out of the cabin, everyone was waiting there. Robin was reading her speech to make the cerimony happen, Luffy was already stuffing his mouth with meat, but what had surprised you the most was seeing Zoro being Sanji's wingman. Everyone knows they fight a lot but deep inside, care for each other just like brothers. Speaking of him, he was impecable! Sanji wore his best suit and even put a red rose as a decoration.

—You look amazing, ma cherrie... - Sanji says with a weak whisper as his eyes get filled with tears. You, in response, comfort him with your healing touch.

—Everyone, except for the main couple, sit please - Robin said - Strawhats, we are here together to celebrate a very special ocasion. It isn't everyday someone gets married in a ship. And this is a very special one. We are here to celebrate not only their love. But also their companionship as well. This time, the couple destiny predicted was Sanji and Y/N. I gotta speak some words by myself as well. I was hoping for you two get married and look at everyone now - she laughed - You guys even managed to get our captain all dressed up.

—Robiiiiiiin! This itches! Can I take it oof? - Luffy said impatient.

—The bowtie isn't that tight, Luffy! - Nami growled before noticing Robin adjusting Luffy's bowtie with her devil fruit.

—Back to the cerimony, I want you two to know that this whole crew loves you both!

—Chopper, the rings, please! - Robin called and the tiny reeinder came all happy and proud. He even stood in the point of his hooves to give you both the rings, but the raven haired beauty gave him a little help as well - Now your vows, please.

—Sanji, you are my everything. My moon. My sun. My stars. My whole world. I, Y/N, want to be loyal with body and soul to you. You own my heart. You had saw me at the worse of the moments, saw my deepest fears and I am taking the best decision of my life right here, right now. We finished one chapter of our lives and we are starting a new one - you had to use a mini stair to reach Sanji's cheek so you could kiss it gently, leaving the blonde with goose bumps. He helped you go down

—I, Sanji, promise to always hold your hand and never let go. To comfort you when sadness comes, And the most important: be loyal and loving you no matter what happens. I'll be your light, always - he spoke softly but still with all certain in the world while holding your hand as if you were made of porcelain, kissing softly your hand - And of course, do your favourite meals.

You giggled at the last part.

Everyone was so happy for the two of you and all of them with no exception helped in the decoration of the wedding party. Chopper even did a special chocolate candy. Even Luffy did part of the decoration even though he slept while doing it. You could see Franky crying hard while blowing his nose. He got emotional, someone please give the capitalist cyborg an hamburguer later. And Usopp was in the very same state as Franky. Both held hands while imaging a life like that.

—Sanji, do you accept Y/N as your‐

—Yes.

—And, Y/N, do you accept Sanji as‐

—Yes.

Robin snorted and let out a laugh before finally saying as clear as crystal:

—I happily announce you two as husband and wife! You can kiss now!

—Come here, mon coeur! (Come here, my heart!) - Sanji held your waist, lifted and pulled you closer for a passionate and loving kiss.

There were petals thrown by Nami, Robin's multiple arms due to her Akuma no Mi, Luffy and even Chopper. Let's be honest, he was trying his best in his daily form (boi was sparing rumber balls for important ocasions). Zoro even let out a laugh and said:

—NOW LET THE F*CKING PARTY BEGIN! CHEERS! - he grabbed the first alchool bottle and chugged down half of the bottle.

As soon as the magical kiss ended, Sanji adjusted a string of your hair behind your ear and gave another kiss, but this time, in your cheek. His greyish-blue eyes filled with emotions that he couldn't speak but you understood him better than anyone else.

The party was absolutely amazing! Brook already got his violin on point for the first dance of the night between you and Sanji. Your knight held your waist gently within one hand and with the other, your hand. He had whispered some words before you felt like you were on a fairytale during the song.

—I don't deserve you...

You replied by giving a soft quick peck on his lips that said more than words. Once it ended, everyone clapped and Luffy said automatically to put on a more cheered up music which literally made him drag Usopp and Chopper to dance. You decided to dance with Nami and Franky just for funsies while Brook danced while playing his violin. Sanji danced with Nami, Robin, Chopper (honestly, these two were so adorable together) and even Zoro. Only booze to make them feel like that sometimes. You guys danced and singed for like, 4-5 hours straight. And of course, Luffy ate his daily meats in a corner (some angel had prepared for that monster).

—Attention everyone, the bride will throw the bouquet! 1... 2... 3... Whooo! - and the lucky one to got was... Usopp! (THIS WRITER SHIPS USOPP AND KAYA, OKAY? 😭)

—Sanji! Y/N! Come here!

—Hm? What happened, miss Nami?

—I got a room for the two of you in the hotel.

—Of that lesbian couple of old ladies? - you asked.

—Those two! I talked to them about your wedding and guess what? You two will sleep in the best room!

[HERE BEGINS THE NSFW PART YOU ALL BEEN WAITING FOR, YOU HORNI ONES]

While the whole crew rested on the ship, Nami had reserved a special room for you and Sanji spent the night as a couple. If you know what I mean. Sanji carried you in the most gentle bridal style way and when the door was finally locked, leaving the two of you, both of you were impressed! Nami actually chose a great suite! With even a frigobar, special bathtub with candles, a very comfy bed and anything a newly married couple could want and get in a room. The ginger navigator even included the best breakfast for the next morning.

You could feel your husband smirk in a devilish way and you were right. He started to attack your neck with teasing kisses, starting to get you ready for what you two are about to do.

—Sanji! C-Can we have a bath first?

—Of course! Plus... I know this dress makes you like a queen but I guess tonight it would look better on the floor~ Hm~? - that was everything he said before seeing you fully red. He gently placed you on the bed before removing his fancy suit and put them in some wardrobe. He noticed they also had put robes and towels. Man, for sure these people are prepared.

—Sanji, I can't reach my back. Can you help me? - before you could even think of anything else to speak, the dress was off, revealing the white lacey underwear that Nami also bought you.

—My~ I am trully in heaven~ - he whispered as he removed his pants and then his socks. And finally, his underwear, revealing his dwong, slightly hard and you were impressed of how his pubic hair was slightly blonde as well. Anime logic? Fanfic logic? Where? Logic? What is this? Is it to eat?

As soon as both of you emerged in the bathtub all naked, you reached to get the soap so you could wash your body.

—Soft... - he said as he placed a kiss on your shoulder but quickly cleaned his mouth because it was with soap as well. You laughed at his reaction - Oh, it is like this, then? Already wanting a little punishment in our first night as a couple?

—Oh, you're such a tease~

—I can't help if my love is looking so sexy right now~

—Hehehe~ Let's go once we finish here~

Even though Sanji was excited for the moment, he still helped you wash the body like the gentleman he is with no rush, just loving and appreciating the process. Once he finished, he got a towel to dry both of you and by your surprise, he picked you up like if you were a potato sack and ran to the amazing comfy bed. Now he could begin properly. Sanji started attacking your lips.

His kisses are normally sweet outside (and even with the) sheets. But this time, he was desperate, starving, as if your lips were the last thing that could keep him still but at the same time, weak on his knees. He then went down to your neck, giving small but loving hickeys to remind you how much loved you are for him. With each kiss, your heart increased the beatings. When you less noticed, blonde cook was already in your most sensitive area: your cherry.

—Well... Bon appetit. For me~ - that was his only warning of what it was about to come. It is like that his tongue does magic with your clit and pussy. He knows exactly where to stimulate you and at which speed. Not too slow for you not be teased but also not too fast for you to come quickly, he wants you to enjoy the moment but let's be real: he is enjoying way more for sure. Your fluids were like the best tea for him.

—San... San... Ji...~♡! Aaah~♡

—Don't need to be shy, love~ Just let me hear that sweet voice~ We have the whole night for ourselves... - he lost his composture as soon as you gently touched his head as a sign for you to go further. That was more than enough to get his motor going working harder.

—I'm... I-I-I'm...

—Hm...?

—I'm close!

—Yay! - he let out an "yay" just like a cute adorable kid who had recieved the best chocolate bar. But it was only a gentleman eating a pussy. And you are the wife of that gentleman now - Go on for me, princess~

With one more yelp, Sanji thanked mentally for the tea and made sure to not miss anything released.

—What a yummy meal, my love~ Now, I guess for being such a good girl, you deserve the main part~ Just let me get the condom—

Your hand slapped his gently which made him widen his eyes like "wtf". You spoke softly:

—It's okay... I asked for Chopper to make something for me...

—And how did he reacted?

—He got embarassed. I need to apologize to him once the honey moon ends... Poor fella - you sighed.

—Hey, it's okay. Maybe one day he will ask for his partner in some future ahead use it too.

—SANJI! - you both didn't hold the laugh.

—What? It is true!

—Why don't you come spend some... Energy with me instead thinking of Chopper's future life?

—Sounds amazing~ No condoms?

—Not this time.

With a big smirk, Sanji positioned himself between you.

—I'll go in, okay? - he whispered as he held your hand. You nodded and my, Sanji fitted perfectly on you. About his dick size, he is normal but perfect! Not too thick cause it would hurt you, not that long, but fits inside perfectly. And no matter what size he would have, he would know how to use that sword. Plus, for Sanji, sex isn't only "banana in, banana out, banana in, banana out". It is a loving moment where he can spend with you and be romantic. Sanji absolutely hates quickies and wants give all of his love to his beloved one. It didn't took that long for him to start moving inside with that "ploc ploc ploc" sound coming as well.

—Sanji...

—Shh... Just relax and let me please you... - he couldn't help but groan and let out some soft moans with you. His magical hands stimulated your exposed nipples, bringing more pleasure to your smaller figure - F*ck... But if you keep squeezing me like that I won't handle that much~ So tight...~♡

—San... I... I love you...

His heart did a tiny dance inside his body at those sweet words of yours.

—I love you too, Y/N... - he squeezed gently your hand before kissing your forehead. And it was in that moment when Sanji got a little bit more of speed on his movements, making you moan more and more. You couldn't think of anything else but Sanji loving you intensily - C-Crap... I'll release...

—Me too...

—Together... - that's all he said before kissing you intensily. In some minutes, one of your most intense orgasms finally came. Blonde, panting, kissed your forehead and stayed some minutes still inside of you before finally removing it. God blesses for whoever will clean those sheets. And may the boss give some extra pay for them.

Your husband picked you up and took to the shower just to do a quick clean before finally sleeping in bed. As soon as you two were spooning, he pulled you closer, face to face and whispered:

—The first of many of our nights as a married couple...

—Yup... Sanji, today was amazing... Not only this moment of ours but - you gigled - Our friends finally reunited as well. Even Zoro was happy!

—That marimo. He knows how to have fun sometimes as well.

—You missed him laughing and being like that as well, hm?

—Not that much.

—You admited it! I know you two are besties!

—Y/N...

—Sowwy~ Hehehe~ Let's just... Rest for a while... I got tired... Goodnight, my love...

—Bonne nuit, mon amour... Une dernière chose: je t'aime ♡ (Good night, my love... One last thing: I love you ♡)

🎶["POST-CREDIT SCENE" OF THE REST STRAWHATS WHILE SANJI WAS DOING LOWVE WITH HIS WIFE]🎶

"Take more 4, Luffy" (Nami)

"Nope" *lands one more +4* (Luffy)

*laughs and lands one more +4* (Robin)

"Yohohoho!" *purs two +2* (Brook)

"Not with me!" *puts one +2* (Franky)

"Neither me!" *puts +2* (Chopper)

"...fuck you guys..." *gets +20 cards of Uno* (Zoro)

The couple was just cuddling and being sweet in the next morning, don't worry, fellas :)

(And yes, you guys wrote a letter for princess Vivi about the wedding. She cried because she missed that moment but was so happy for the crew)

The end.

#Vinsmoke Sanji x reader #Sanji x reader #Sanji scenarios #One Piece character x reader fanfic

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y-ves · 1 year ago

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parallel!universe results 💭

the event ended ! finally !!

thank you for participating and supporting 💗💗💗

my biggest criteria was how well the mb was made in terms of " mingyu in another group " i needed you to literally make me feel like , damn he ISNT in xy group ?? i thought it was real !!

other criteria included : overall aesthetic , how well it resonates with the actual song/era , choice of images , the extra things

here's kaito with them results 🤭🔥

winners 👑

🥇 @p-oisn ; i mean .. ( the topless tbz was a plus point ) BUT THIS MOODBOARD !! the way you captured the lesser appreciated part of the aesthetic 🥹 the lagoon , the pics it's all so so lipgloss coded !! it's not really seen in the mv but those specific set of lagoon pics have my whole heart :(( your mb is absolutely absolutely so fucking gorgeous like it's kinda insane <3

🥈@silvrrz ; ok so HEAR ME OUT when I saw this mb .. i was genuinely screaming , Fantasia was definitely a harder era to pull off and OH MY GOD !! i swear one look at this mb and you'll be like , damn gyu was a part of MonstaX ? the vibes are immaculate and capture the essence of the song so beautifully !! the pics u choose of gyu got me 🤭🤭 if you had maybe slightly edited the pics more ( exposure , black point , curves etc. ) and a few changes you would be unbeaten ! but overall I LOVED IT 💗

🥉@wintaecafe ; vampire gyu vampire gyu vampire gyu and this mb captured it so so so well 🤭 the pics. HOT ERA MINGYU AS A VAMPIRE ?? HELLO ?? GOT ME CRAZY like i love how well the pics matched and the way you served justice to the era too !! i love how you went with the " romantic " side of bite me , it plays off soooo well I'm actually in love with the direction you took with this mb !!

honourable mention 🏆 : @lorlita @bellelovesyou @kiiorraa ; your mbs were also just absolutely amazing! it was super tough competition and the points ( i tabulate using points ) were so so close to each other 🥲 BUT ANYWAYS YOU ABSOLUTELY SLAYYED

prizes :

🥇 - 4 mbs , s/o , reblogs of 9 posts of choice , a custom theme ( gif header , custom gfx icon , pinned post , title , bio )

🥈- 3 mbs , s/o , reblogs on 5 posts of choice , custom them ( header , icon , pinned )

🥉- 3 mb , s/o , reblogs on 3 posts of choice , custom theme ( icon + header )

🏆 honourable : reblogs on any 1 post of choice

dm to claim

no dm = no prize

( look at my kaito n mizu.... )

ok bye bye thank u love u all mwah mwah thank you for 2.1k and for making this event a success 💗💗💗 ILYYYYYYY ALL SMSMSMSM

#parallel!universe

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autumnslance · 2 years ago

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Tumblr Cosmetic Customization Tutorial

You there! New Tumblr User with a default icon and header, no description, no custom URL, and not wanting to be mistaken for a bot--you just want to maybe figure out this weird hellsite and follow some people without being blocked, right?

Maybe you've been around for a little while, or are returning from that other hellsite, and don't know what the heck folks mean by enabling the custom URL and why are so many blogs opening on the dash instead of in a new tab?!

Let's sort this mess out below the cut with a screencap-laden tutorial, starting on mobile app (since Most new blogs start there these days, and many people use mobile more, or exclusively) and then moving to web browser for some other features that aren't available in the app (as of 1/27/23 anyway).

This is just going to be about cosmetic customization and accessing the correct blog URL and archive; Tumblr's many other settings and features for how you want to see your Dashboard and how much Privacy control you decide on are for your exploration (or another day and another tutorial, this one's long enough).

The tutorial blog itself literally took me well under 5 minutes to set up, and Tumblr guided me to customizing immediately. Taking the screenshots added a few seconds to the time; it's taken longer to write the first part of this post out. If you didn't customize the blog right away, don't fret! You can always tap the little art palette and cogwheel icons at the top of your blog to sort it out.

Now go below the link to see written instructions with image examples, including a few more with my cat:

TO BEGIN: In the mobile app, I make a new blog. For me, it's a sideblog under my main and existing sides, but otherwise this is all the same info. The following process also isn't actually all that different in web browser.

Now, you can change your URL later on if you want; a lot of folks do over time. Just be aware: changing your URL breaks any and all previous links to your blog, including any posts others have reblogged under "Read More" cuts, with the same result as if the blog was deactivated; the URL no longer exists, so Tumblr doesn't count it as "there" anymore.

Now that's out of the way, once I make a blog it immediately takes me to the Customization screen:

I can--and should!--give my blog a name and a description. Doesn't have to be long or fancy, and can always be changed later with no risk to your links.

I can tap the "Background" and "Accent" buttons to change the default colors, too. Let's go for something easy on the eyes by tapping on the colored circles to find some default options, or the wheel to grab a random custom one. I'm going to go to purple and find a nice shade there.

Next I will tap on the little default icon to choose an avatar photo. I can choose not to show it on my blog, and if I do, whether I want it to be square or circle.

I can also tap to choose a header image if I like. I'm just grabbing some images from my phone. I did have to redo the avatar as it didn't want to stay after selecting a header pic for some reason.

And then I made a quick post and pinned it, to let folks know that I am human and what the purpose of this blog is (lurking for now? A main blog for following while sideblogs get the content? In this case, a tutorial).

OK, so my cat for an icon, my copy of the fanzine I worked on as a header, a quick title and description, and a short post. Even if I post nothing else to this blog (and if it were a main blog; sideblogs can't follow others, nor send asks or replies), people will be fairly certain I am not a bot, hooray! And if I want to change anything, I can tap on the icons at the top of the blog and get back to these customization screens.

I CAN STOP HERE IF I WANT TO

...BUT WHAT IF I, or buddies, try to open my blog in a browser and it opens a dash panel? What if I (or others) want to access my Archive? Unfortunately, I cannot find the correct option in the mobile app at this point, so onto a web browser we go (on my phone or my tablet, or my computer).

I am using a generic default web browser where I don't have many extensions/plugins/addons enabled (though apparently I did set dark mode). When I tap/hover over my icon, it still shows my color option and everything I selected in app setup.

Here is where I am going to direct you to the side bar and the "Edit Appearance" button so I can point out some Very Important Things, even if you don't customize anything else ever.

When I open my blog's appearance tab, right away it's going to tell me some interesting things I have circled and pointed at on the below screenshot:

In RED I have circled my blog's URL: www.tumblr.com/lynmarstesting. This is why a blog opens in a dash panel instead of going to an actual blog. This is the new Default URL, I cannot access an Archive or other blog features like this.

The ORANGE arrow points to the feature we want, right below the "Blog name" and URL: "Custom Theme". When I swipe this feature to active, it tells me my URL is updated.

When I go to my blog, the URL in my browser shows the proper https://lynmarstesting.tumblr.com link.

And the blog looks...well, bare bones and empty, but a proper weblog page. And I (and anyone else) have access to my Archive! When, y'know, I have enough posts to make that a thing on this blog.

Now, if I or anyone else opens the blog by clicking my username or icon, it'll open a dash panel...but also show my actual @ and my proper URL link, so they can go to the blog itself that way if they want. Everyone wins!

I CAN STOP HERE IF I WANT TO;

there's no need from this point to keep messing around in a browser, we've done everything to 1) make ourselves look human and 2) make our blog properly linkable/accessible.

BUT WHAT IF...??

Once again, the little art palette icon at the top is our clicky-buddy, boxed below in orange:

This opens an "Edit Theme" sidebar panel where one can customize the blog. Each theme has different options, and Tumblr's default theme is honestly really modular; change colors, fonts, have multiple columns, add some pages (I've a whole other tutorial on that), etc.

There's also an "Advanced" pane, where you can mess with some other settings (the little ? icon on each line tells you what it does) and, if you're knowledgeable--or just bold--this is where you can add some Custom CSS.

Say the Default Tumblr Official isn't doing it, though; at the top of the Edit Theme pane it tells you your current theme, and there's a handy "Browse Themes" link.

This opens a drop down with multiple sorting options. I don't want to spend money on a premium blog theme at the moment, and the others are a mix, so let's check out the Free Themes options.

There's a lot of options here! Some new ones, some are sponsored, lots of variety. Even the "Accessible" theme I mainly use is there, in its barren glory, compared to what you can see I've made of it on browser (see that previous tutorial I linked above):

Again: Different Themes have Different Levels of Customization.

Some will let you change every color, the fonts, the frames, and so on. Some let you add links everywhere. Some barely let you touch anything. You can tap "Use" at the top to preview, and the "Advanced" pane will let you preview random pretend posts if you don't have many/any of your own to see how they'd look. If you don't like how something's turning out, just click back on "Free Themes" and look for another one.

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND READABILITY!!

When people follow links to your blog--like a Read More cut--they will see the post on your blog's theme and in your blog's colors. Even on mobile app, especially if you override the default mobile theme, your color choices will have an impact! Aesthetic is all well and good, but frames, fonts, colors, and so on, should be legible and readable to most people, especially if you mean to share a lot of text posts.

Another thing to note: Your theme will NOT appear on mobile app. It defaults to a basic setup in the app, keeping maybe only your colors. Any custom links won't show, and cosmetic site options and access are limited in a lot of ways. The site is usable on a mobile web browser, and will have those features there. I get around the app's inability to show my theme's links by adding them all to my informative Pinned Posts on each blog, but that's me.

And there you have it! How to cosmetically customize a Tumblr, in mobile app and browser, to seem like a real person and access the correct URL and features of your blog. Whether you're new or been here awhile, hopefully this helps answer some really basic questions about how and why to do some of these things.

Have a final full-sized silly Chel pic to say goodbye.

#Tumblr #Tutorial #Blogging #How To #Customization #Options #mobile app #web browser #reference #resources

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