#BUT THEY LOOK SO FINE HOLYSHIT

[lost-my-sanity1]

IM SO OKAY IM SO GOOD

[sapphiclinos]

what drugs did they put in sonic that attracts autistic people cos oh my god this shit has taken over my life in the span of a week how did they DO THAT

[soulsforsales]

This is going to be a long post. Bear with me.

Ok, guys, so imagine there's a new rogue in Gotham City. She's young, carefree, kind of (very) unhinged, and just wants to have fun. She can't decide if she wants to be a hero or a villain so she decides to be an Anti-hero, but the other criminals tell her that Red Hood will always be the "Greatest anti-hero of all time". So she decides to dethrone him and take that title instead that is until she actually meets Red Hood and falls for him head first. It goes something like:

Red Hood: I am Red Hood and what's your deal?

Rogue: *blows out a low whistle* Well, I was here on a quest to be your greatest rival but man, you're hot, so... I'm confused now. Also, those thighs could crush me anytime.

Red Hood :

Red Hood : huh?

And, since she's an anti-hero and awfully smart she pairs up with the Batfamily now and then. And their conversations go something like:

Nightwing: So, uh, what's your deal with Red Hood?

Rogue: Let's say I have a tiny little crush on him, as in if he punches me in the face I'll probably thank him.

Nightwing: ...oh

And

Red Hood: Can you shut the fuck up for once?

Rogue: God, I like it when you're mean. You should do that more often.

Red Hood: I do. I am always mean to you.

Rogue: And it's hot.

Red Hood : You're crazy.

Rogue: For you? Yes I am.

Red Hood: No.... just crazy. Like, in the head.

Rogue: Because of my love for you. Yeah, I get it.

Red Hood : *gives up*

Wait there's more, so Jason and she are sitting in his apartment, working on a case, and she won't stop flirting.

Red Hood : You're annoying, shut up.

Rogue: *pouts* You want me to leave?

Red Hood : Yes

Rogue: Fine. I'll jump out the window

Red Hood: We are on the 17th floor you can't just -

Rogue: *halfway out the window*

Red Hood: OHMYGOD!! Get the fuck back in!!

Okay, this one's NSFW so minors back off!

Jason and Rogue are finally getting hot. They're in the study room at the Manor and Jason's basically eating her out. Meanwhile, Damian and Dick pass by the room.

Rogue: *moans*

Damian: Did you hear that?

Dick: *probably knows what's going on* Wh - What are you talking about?

Rogue: Jason!

Damian: That.

Dick: Th - They are probably working on a case together

Rogue: Fuck, Jason!

Damian: uh huh, sure they are.

Dick: Look whatever's happening in that room is definitely 18+ so you better back off when I open the door

Damian: Why would you open the door? At least, let them finish

Dick: Woah, woah. How do you know what that means?

Damian:

Damian: I am 16, Dick, not 6

Dick:

Rogue: HOLYSHIT!

Damian: Let's just go

Dick: Yes, please

This was really fun, bye:)

[bropunzeling]

i got the chance to write a bunch of friend fiction for a bunch of friends and am rounding them all up here! includes a couple timestamps & some new fics as well :) hope you enjoy some or all or one of them!

go all the way (matthew/leon, t, marriage bets series, timestamp post stanley cup finals)

The first thing Matthew thinks after they've won is: holy shit holy shit holy shit holyshit. The next thing is: fuck, this thing isn't heavy at all. The thing that comes in a vague, distant third, arriving at three in the morning while he’s watching his parents kiss drunkenly by the kitchen island and Sasha and Sam pass the cup between pool floaties in his backyard, is: Leon’s probably gonna want a divorce, isn't he.

relapse (matthew/leon, e, post-scf, sex pollen, open ending)

Succumbing to a lust curse once is unlucky. Twice is pushing your luck. By the third time Matthew spent a game half-hard in his jock and counting down the seconds until he could drag Leon off the ice, he managed to tell Leon they needed warding charms before dropping to his knees. Leon had choked out an agreement before he came down Matthew’s throat. Then, tonight, they beat the Oilers again—barely, but still—and Matthew walked out of the visitors’ locker room to find Leon lurking in the hallway, wide-eyed and red-faced. And, Matthew managed to note before Leon was yanking him around a corner, without the warding bracelet Matthew had found on Amazon with a 4.7 star rating and a money-back guarantee.

and a star to steer her by (matthew/sasha, t, alternate universe-space, the expanse fusion)

On the outside, the Concolar is a thirty-year-old hunk of junk sewn together with spit and spare parts. One errant chip of lunar ice or debris from a passing ship and she may just decompress or flame up or spin apart into a thousand pieces. That’s just on the outside, though. The inside is where you can see the care in each cobbled-together seam. Where you can notice how smooth she runs, when Sasha and Aaron fix her up and Bob asks her real nice. Where you can see how hard she works to get everyone home. Sasha loves her, of course. You don’t fly a ship like that and not love her.

still had hours (matthew/leon, e, girl!leon series, timestamp after meet me halfway, pwp, overstimulation)

"Coming three times is just fine?" Matthew repeats, crashing to his elbows and crushing her back into the bed. "Jesus. I bet other guys don't get this shit from their girlfriends." "So do better next time," Leon says. - [Matthew and Leon in St. Louis; in Florida.]

shiner (brady/tim, e, pwp, bruising, mild painplay, coming in pants)

"Hey," Brady says. "Let me get a look at that eye."

dick's deluxe (matty/shane pre-relationship, g, visiting seattle landmarks and eating cheap fries)

“Are you sure about this?” Shane asks. “Listen,” Tye says, gesturing at the bright orange neon sign, seemingly immune to the reek of grease that Shane’s been smelling for a block and a half. “It’s a classic, right? We gotta hit up the classics.”

[kissitbttr]

hiii, now that we see that frat!Miguel and muñeca had their baby before getting married, do they have him at the beginning of his professional career or still in college?? Would love to see how Miguel reacted to those news

it definitely happened a year after they graduated! where miguel’s career is definitely taking off and muñeca opened up a ballet class for little kids,

they did talk alot about marriage and a baby, mostly on miguel part. it was something that they have always been look forward to. and if you remembered what happened in college when muñeca was having a pregnancy scare and miguel actually being happy if it turned out to be true? yeah. he was far too excited about that one lol.

but that doesn’t stop his girl freaking out over the possibility of miguel not wanting it,

she took five different tests and it all came out positive, having no clue on how to deal with this.

and she broke the news after seeing miguel coming home from practice. a smile on his face as he greets her, dropping the bag on the floor

“missed you, mi amor” he shuts the door behind before tugging her close, kissing her cheek. “how’s work today?”

she looks up at him with a small smile. “really well. the kids were so excited about the recital”

“that’s good to hear. miss those little munchkins” he hums, threading a few strands of hair on the crown of her head. miguel pulls a chair by the counter, taking a seat with a loud sigh.

“how about you, baby?” she asks, trying to get her mind off of what’s troubling her. “practice went okay?” fingers reaching up to soothe his cheekbone, a hand of his still secured around her waist

he nods, pulling her in to sit on one of his thighs, “coach ran us for a bit but other than that it was fine” a soft smile painted across his face, making her mirror his as well,

but that’s when miguel notices how her smile doesn’t reach her pretty eyes. which is so not her. the way her irises keep looking down, finger toying with her nails. something is definitely up.

“hey…what’s going on in that little head of yours?” he voices his concerns, rubbing a hand up and down her thigh,

“nothing—it’s just—“ she pauses momentarily, going back to glance at him. “are kids still on top of your list, miggy?”

“with you? definitely, amor” he answers, brows deepening at your change of expression. “why..? you don’t want to?”

her eyes widen once you hear how he sad sounds. heart cracking at the sight of his features looking like a kicked puppy. “no!—no baby—i do! of course, i do!” the comfort she offer then makes him sigh in relief,

“mierda—you scared me right there. thought for a second you might be thinking about getting married with someone else” the way he rolls his eyes makes her giggle, snuggling a bit closer to his chest,

“and if i did?” it’s a joke,

“i’ll kill him” he answers in a serious manner, glaring softly at you but merely at the thought. “now—why’d you ask all of the sudden?”

the anxiety comes rushing back within her, mind scrambling over how he’d handle the news. her eyes flickers back down on to her lap, the action doesn’t go unnoticed by him,

“hey..” he’s starting to get worried. “baby?”

she exhales a deep breath, looking up to stare back into him. teeth sinking into the softness of her lower lip out of nervous habit,

“i’m pregnant”

two words that rings upon his ears causing his grip to loosen around your waist and hand. the bushy brows that were formed into a frown are now faltering. the whole facade he’s feigning just makes her want to cry,

oh god—he doesn’t want it

but then a large grin breaks all over him. “we’re having a baby?”

she nods slowly with a smile, “yes” she watches how her boyfriend going through a roller coaster of emotions. a good one.

“fuck! i’m going to be a dad? for real this time?! holyshit!” he cheers, cupping her face for a long kiss on the lips making her giggle. “oh muñeca i—is this why you were looking so scared before?”

“kind of yeah” she nods shyly. “your career is just starting miguel, I didn’t know if you wanted it. i don’t want to hold you back”

he gives her a look, shaking his head. “that’s bullshit, you could never hold me back. but the right question is, do you want it? it’s your body, mi amor”

her heart does a somersault at that. “i do—oh my god, i do” eyes welling up with joy as his thumb moves to soothe the tears before it trickles down further,

“this is—“ he cuts himself off, feeling himself getting teary eyed too. “oh my god—i love you so much” he peppers a few kisses on her cheeks, forehead then lips. “te amo, te amo, te amo, mi carino—vas a ser una gran mamá”

for the second time that afternoon, her heart blooms at his praises. and she feels incredibly lucky to have him by her side. no one else she’d rather have.

“the mami to my kid” he mutters gently against her skin. “feels unreal”

“better get used to it, daddy” she grins, hearing him groan,

“shit—i know you meant it in a different sense but I couldn’t help to think you meant otherwise” that earns himself a playful slap on the chest making they both chuckle,

“wait—“ he pauses when a thought comes into mind. “i was wondering though, when did we have—“ his eyes searching for hers who seems to be clueless at the same time, then a light bulb appears in him,

“oh! the hot tub sex!”

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Ooooh here we go again

With that dumb parrot story

I did a art and made a banner

I'm too tired to do more words, so have a chapter

Flight Risk

Young!Mihawk x AFAB!Marine!Reader

Ch. 6 of something there's gonna be at least two more chapters

Brief summary of The Story So Far: Your mission, as a Marine and Zoan type devil fruit user (gray parrot), is to gather intel on Dracule Mihawk, a pirate on the Grand Line who has become a thorn in the Marines' side over a relatively short period of time. You have managed to gain the trust of the swordsman in a shorter period of time than you expected, but at what cost...?

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No Trigger Warnings in this chapter. Possible future Trigger Warnings for imprisonment, mild torture (definitely psychological, maybe physical)

Tags: Enemies to lovers, eventually NSFW, idk maybe more later

Word Count: 4,408

Taglist: @i-am-vita, @browneyedhufflepuff, @h0n3y-l3m0n05, @littleleelee, @nerium-lil, @schanwow, @dragon-bubs , @animefreak818 holySHIT guys I didn't realize there were so many of you I'm not used to this thank you so much??

The longer that no word came of your status, the more Bogard found himself growing increasingly concerned for your well-being. Little as he enjoyed it the fact, he had grown somewhat fond of your during your brief stint of training at Marineford, having been the one forced to oversee the vast majority of it.

“You know a group of parrots is referred to as a pandemonium?”

You had certainly made an impression on Garp, if nothing else. Bogard rolled his eyes toward the vice admiral, who took no notice of his wry expression—he was too busy flipping through a book you had left behind on exotic birds, leaned back behind his desk with a cigar clutched between his thumb and index finger.

“I can hardly begin to imagine why,” said Bogard dryly, leaning his shoulder into the wall next to the desk and crossing his arms. “Considering a change in career, vice admiral?”

Garp gave a snort of laughter, taking a couple puffs from the cigar. “Gotta retire eventually, don’t I?”

Bogard let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head. For the last week he had been stuck with the man in a small office with no purpose except to process new reports on Dracule “Hawk-Eye” Mihawk. World’s Strongest Swordsman. Marine Slayer. The elusive pirate’s epithets were growing nearly as innumerable as reports on his activity weren’t, and it grew more tiresome with every passing day. It almost felt as if they were being punished for suggesting this absurd operation in the first place.

“Huh. Lifespan of over a hundred years in captivity. Maybe not the best retirement option, then…”

“Are you capable of taking anything seriously?” said Bogard wearily as Garp shut the book and dropped it heavily on his desk. Garp shrugged a shoulder, clamping the cigar between his teeth and reclining further back in his chair.

“Just enjoying the downtime while we still have it,” he said, tucking his hands behind his neck and propping his boots up on the desk. “Reports should start coming in any day now.”

“So you’ve been saying for the past seven days,” said Bogard, shoving away from the wall. Garp just shrugged a shoulder again, watching Bogard pace across the office in front of the desk. “Not the least bit worried that we’ve sent somewhat promising cadet off to die for no reason.”

“Nope.” Bogard stopped at the corner of the desk, looking back at him and raising an eyebrow. Garp shifted in his chair, settling back more comfortably, his untroubled sigh sending another stab of irritation straight through Bogard’s skull. “She’ll be fine.”

Same as always—Garp rarely took anything seriously, and his faith in the abilities of anyone he took on as a protege remained ever unshakable. He had spent the past week with an air as if he were practically on vacation, and right now was no different. Bogard finally took a seat in the chair across from his, falling into it heavily and strumming his fingers on the armrest, watching in increasing frustration as Garp began snoring. He rolled his eyes and picked up the discarded book from the desk, flipping through it idly.

The vice admiral’s snoring grew steadily louder in the confines of the tiny office, and as Bogard was considering chucking the book directly at his head, the unthinkable happened.

The den den mushi that had been sitting silently on the desk for the past week began to tone dully.

Garp cracked an eye open in an instant, and both men simply stared at it for a long moment—then Garp gave an amused snort, stretching and rubbing at his eyes.

“You do the honors,” he said, nodding at it. “Since you’re so concerned about the kid.”

Bogard shot a glare in his direction, but didn’t waste any more time in picking up the receiver, reclining slowly back into the chair as he pulled it to his ear.

“Rear Admiral Bogard, speaking.”

“Sir. This—this is the office taking reports on—”

“Dracule Mihawk, yes,” he said in a clipped tone. “Your report.”

“He was sighted recently in the port city of Acacia.” Bogard gave brief hum in acknowledgment. “In Dressrosa—”

“I’m quite aware of where Acacia is located,” he said. “Are there any further details worth mentioning?”

“It appears he made port to gather supplies. No casualties, he was gone by the time the reports reached us. And, uh...well…” Bogard gave an impatient sigh at the hesitation of the Marine at the other end of the line. “It’s...well, he wasn’t exactly alone? Our reports say he had a gray bird sitting on his hat.”

He slowly lifted an eyebrow, glancing at Garp. “A gray bird on his hat,” said Bogard, and rolled his eyes at Garp’s bark of laughter. “Is that all?”

“Well, he didn’t really cause any problems. Gave a pet store owner a pretty good fright, but she insists he paid for everything.”

A—pet store—” He shoved his hand over the receiver to shush Garp as the vice admiral burst into hearty laughter, to absolutely no avail. He lowered his hand again, shaking his head. “Keep her on your radar. Myself and Vice Admiral Garp will be en route soon to take her statement.”

“Yes, sir—”

He dropped the receiver back onto the snail on the desk, hanging up the call, strumming his fingers against his knee as he waited for Garp to get a hold of himself.

“Straight to a pet store,” he chuckled, wiping at the corners of his eyes. “I’d say the girl’s already outdone herself.”

“So it would seem,” said Bogard stiffly. He leaned into the arm of his chair, rubbing at the bridge of his nose as Garp stood, picking up his coat from the back of his own chair.

“On your feet, man. Looks like we’re bound for Dressrosa.”

“Indeed it does,” agreed Bogard, pulling himself to his feet. It was a marked relief to know that the operation seemed to be going according to plan, of course—even if it meant he would have to endure Garp’s gloating for the foreseeable future.

###

Amid your brief outing to gather supplies, you had learned three things about Dracule Mihawk—none of which, unfortunately, would help further your mission.

The first was that he did his best to avoid direct confrontation with Marines in most circumstances, as they did him. The moment he had been sighted by a pair of cadets on patrol near the docks of Acacia, they had gone white and fled immediately in the direction of their base. He had done little more than roll his eyes at the sight, and assure you as you perched on the brim of his hat that there should be no concern of a fight. You had already learned during your training that most of his hostility toward Marines had been a result of him being attacked, so it was no surprise. The information might be important—it would, if nothing else, mean he might be more likely to accept the offer of Warlord status, should that come to pass.

Secondly, you had learned that he was quite the charmer. The owner of the small pet store he had entered with you had almost immediately gone into a panic at the mere sight of him, but the swordsman had easily assuaged her worries that was merely there as a customer in need of advice on how to handle caring for a bird. Within less than ten minutes, she had been happy to recommend him a couple books on the subject, and even close the shop long enough to walk to the docks as a willing hostage to ensure the Marines wouldn’t interfere with his departure.

Third, you had discovered he had all but completely trained the strange race of intelligent primates that resided on Kuraigana Island to do his bidding—well enough that they actually listened when he commanded them to carry the supplies he had returned with back to the castle. You couldn’t be sure whether he had trained them to handle weapons himself; but you were certain from the way they listened to his commands, and from the very manner in which they looked at him, tat they viewed him with equal parts fear and respect.

That, perhaps, was the best information you had gained. The beasts, which he referred to as humandrills, would attack anyone but him on sight, and they were formidable enough in strength and intelligence that their presence alone made the island an impenetrable fortress. That explained well enough why almost no one that had entered Kuraigana Island had lived to tell their tale.

You shifted your post to his shoulder in one of the larger studies in the sprawling castle, when he removed his hat and reclined back onto a daybed built into the window, flipping through a book he had bought from the shop in Acacia.

“‘Over one hundred years in captivity,’” he read aloud, sighing to himself. “Our friend at the shop said you didn’t seem much older than twenty. I suppose I’ll be stuck with you a while, won’t I?” You tilted your head when he glanced over at you, and he gave a small scoff, rolling his eyes back over to the book propped open against his knee. “Talking to a damned bird…” he mumbled to himself as he flipped a page. “Perhaps I am as mad as the rumors claim.”

There were a few other bits of information you had gleaned about Mihawk in the week you had spent posing as his feathery companion. You knew he spent the vast majority of his days either training, maintaining his sword, reading, or sleeping.

You knew that he enjoyed his solitude—and despite that, he didn’t seem to consider your presence as any imposition upon it.

You knew, whether he realized it or not, that he had a soft spot for animals. His attitude toward the humandrills was evidence enough of that, given he could have easily wiped them off of Kuraigana Island had he wanted to. He had instead chosen to live in peace with them. While it was clear they feared him, that he had definitely established his dominance among them at some point, he still spoke to them with a sort of respect that they seemed to emulate. In the same way, he had a tendency to talk to you as if you were able to understand him, despite his belief that you were just a parrot.

And you knew, having grown up on a reservation for exotic birds, that people who were kind to animals tended to be inherently good.

You had learned, little as you wanted to admit it, that he was kind.

He could be impatient, he could be downright terrifying and deadly if he wanted or needed to be—but the vast majority of the time, he desired nothing more than the peace and quiet to do as he pleased. It made perfect sense why he had decided to set up base on this gloomy little island. It was a place where no one could bother him, where he could spend his time sipping wine and deciding his next course of action without any interruption.

You found yourself growing just as comfortable with the silence and solitude as the days dragged on. As your two month period of observation drew closer and closer to its end, you honestly found yourself dreading it. While you had managed to successfully embed yourself into Mihawk’s daily routine, you had failed to find anything at all that the Marines might consider an actual weakness on his part.

Sure, he seemed to respect the humandrills, but you doubted he would be too concerned at anyone attempting taking them hostage—they could handle themselves

Yes, he valued his solitude, but there wasn’t much that could impede upon that.

There was only one thing you could honestly think of that he might consider a weakness, and you were loathe to admit to it yourself.

As you perched at the footboard of his bed, tucking your beak down into your feathers and pretending to drift off to sleep, you knew that you might be his only weakness.

You knew that every night for nearly two months, he had gone to sleep with you perching mere inches away from him, nonethewiser that he had an enemy in his midst, that you were tracking and noting his every move, that his only loyal companion was spying on him.

You lifted your head from your wing, watching him sleep soundly with a hand tucked behind his neck, knowing that within a few days you would have to leave.

Knowing yourself how much it hurt to lose a beloved pet.

How much it might hurt him—

No. No, you couldn’t think about that. Couldn’t consider it. You were a marine, you had a mission to follow through on, one that you were nearly finished with.

You had to figure out what to do. If you kept overthinking it you were bound to jeopardize everything. The thought of lying to Garp and Bogard made your stomach twist, but...so did the alternative. To tell them that you may have inadvertently become the only potential weakness of the pirate you were supposed to be gathering intelligence on sounded laughable even in your own head, even if it was the truth. The stress had made it nearly impossible to sleep for days, almost impossible to eat.

You knew you were only supposed to make outside contact if your life was in immediate danger, but if you continued on your current path you were bound to lose focus and slip up, and then your life would be in danger. The only den den mushi that you knew to be in the expansive castle was situated in the large study one floor down in the tower from the bedroom, far enough away that you wouldn’t disturb the sleeping swordsman as long as you kept your voice down….

You had to. You had to make the call now. Keeping your eyes glued to Mihawk, stretched across the bed with a hand tucked behind his neck, the covers twisted and only half draped across his midsection and legs, breathing deeply, you fluttered your wings a few times.

Gave a small whistle.

He didn’t so much as twitch in his sleep.

Drawing up your resolve, you hopped down from the ornate footboard of the bed, spreading your wings out to glide across to the open door of the bedroom, landing softly on the stone floor just outside. You crept slowly, silently along the edge of the wall, your heart racing as you made your way down the spiraling stairs.

As you edged the cracked door a bit further open with your beak, just enough that you could slip through but not enough to make the old hinges creak.

Shifting out of your devil fruit form after so long felt strange. The study was still enormous, practically a small library, but it seemed a great deal smaller to you as you glanced around at it now. The effect was almost dizzying as you lifted the receiver from the den den mushi and quickly turned the dial on the device before you could change your mind and return to the safety of the bedroom.

You nearly jumped when your call was answered in less than a single ring.

“Rear Admiral Bogard. This had best be important.”

You swallowed, glancing toward the grandfather clock in the corner of the darkened room, illuminated only by the silvery light of the half-moon that drifted through the window behind the desk. It was nearly four in the morning, and he sounded equal parts tired and irate.

“I—I...ah…”

Silence met you as you struggled to form a sentence, to articulate even in your own addled mind exactly why you were doing this.

Bogard saved you the trouble of finishing your thought.

“Are you compromised?” His voice became curt in an instant, far more awake and aware than his initial greeting.

“N...not exactly. Not yet. I…” You swallowed, closing your eyes, and forced yourself to speak quickly, quietly. “He has no weaknesses. The only chance of reducing the threat he poses to the Marines is by offering him Warlord status.”

Several seconds of silence again, followed by a heavy sigh as you clutched the receiver in a death grip, your eyes glued to the door of the study.

“Garp’s going to be thrilled to hear that,” he grumbled, and you gave a quiet hum of agreement to his sarcasm. “You have four days left, are you certain—”

“There’s no point continuing,” you said. “There aren’t any—”

“None,” he said. “None at all?”

“No, there aren’t,” you insisted. “I either have to make the offer or I leave empty-handed. That’s all there is to it.”

“You have your orders, cadet. Four more days, then you make your way to the nearest evacuation point. After—”

“I have to make the offer first. He’ll be suspicious if I disappear and return,” you said. You swallowed as he grew silent again. “He doesn’t let me out of his sight. I made sure he was sleeping before I left to make this call. If any ships show up here he’ll just cut them in half. If anyone makes it onto the island they’ll have to get through the humandrills—”

“Humandrills?”

“The—apes, they sort of act as a natural security system, it’s…” You sighed yourself, running a hand back through your hair. “This was always going to be one potential outcome. I was well aware my life could be danger when I accepted the mission. At the very least I can get the offer across before being killed and potentially avoid the need for anyone else to die.”

Silence.

The silence was worse than being told no, than being scolded for going against orders.

The silence made the pounding of your heart even more deafening in your ears than it already was.

“I’ll inform Garp immediately,” he said finally. “Find some way to make the offer that will allow you to escape quickly should the need arise, and do so within the next four days. If you don’t make contact again before then, or if you aren’t at the evacuation point by the end of the designated day, we are prepared to employ a Buster Call—”

“That—won’t be necessary,” you said immediately, your stomach clenching harder than ever. The thought of an entire armada of Marine ships surrounding the island, blasting everything upon it into oblivion, wasn’t a welcome thought at all. The grizzly scar on your right arm served as a reminder of how dangerous the humandrills could be, how violent the beasts were by nature, but you couldn’t stand the thought of being the reason for an entire species being wiped out. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“I suppose we’ll have to trust your judgment on the matter for now,” Bogard said wearily. “You’ve had more contact with Dracule Mihawk over the two months than anyone in our ranks has had over the last decade.” You swallowed, your throat gone dry as you waited for him to continue. “Four days. Make the offer.” Another labored sigh. “And stay safe, cadet.”

“Yes, sir.”

You swallowed again as you quietly hung up the receiver, not willing to clear your throat for the potential of the sound echoing down the hall and rousing Mihawk from his sleep.

You hadn’t necessarily lied. The idea that you could be a weakness was only an idea, not a concrete fact. It was honestly laughable. He had been seen with you in public, after all. He was more than intelligent enough to know that the Marines were likely well aware of his new feathery companion. If he considered you a liability he wouldn’t have kept you around to begin with.

You kept telling yourself this as you shifted back into your devil fruit form and crept silently back into the bedroom on the next floor up, as you climbed the woodwork at the foot of the bed and perched there again.

He had rolled onto his side in his sleep, but otherwise showed no signs of having stirred in your brief absence. You did the only thing you could—you tucked your head back beneath your wing and shut your eyes, trying to slow your heart and still your mind enough to sink into an uneasy sleep.

You had evidently fallen asleep at some point, for when you lifted your head again and fluttered your wings, you found yourself squinting against the sunlight pouring in through the windows in the bedroom, the bed empty and neatly made. The source of the rustling that had stirred you awake became evident when you turned your head to see Mihawk adjusting a loose, ruffled white shirt over his shoulders and pushing the wardrobe shut.

He jolted a bit when you mimed a loud yawn, looking back over his shoulder as you stretched your wings out and ruffled your feathers.

“Wind in your sails,” you squawked out in greeting. He huffed out a sigh, already holding out his arm as you flew the short distance between him and the foot of the bed, your talons wrapping around his forearm.

“Yes, good morning,” he said dryly. He had been up for at least a bit longer than you, you noted as he lifted a mug of coffee from the end table next to the bedroom door and took a sip from it. He shook his arm a bit, a silent indication for you to move to his shoulder, and you quickly obliged the silent request. “You slept in,” he commented. “It’s nearly noon. Lazy creature.”

And yet he was the one who yawned. He gave a small scoff when you imitated the sound as he headed out of the bedroom and down the spiraling stairs of the tower at the eastern side of the castle.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to talk to you over the course of the day as if you understood him, for him to roll his eyes or chuckle at your repetitive responses. You had frankly grown accustomed to the mindless banter, so used to playing your role that it came naturally. It was for this exact reason that when he left the castle and headed in the direction of the forest without saying a single word to you that you piped out a curious, “Whatcha doooin?”

“I thought we’d go for a little stroll this morning.”

That was unusual.

He usually spent his morning flipping through the newspaper, sipping coffee and making dry comments about the state of current affairs.

He glanced at you when you tilted your head.

“There’s a bit of business at the shore I need to see to,” he went on in explanation, reaching over to scratch at the feathers between your neck and the edge of your wing. “Nothing to get your feathers ruffled over, pretty bird.”

“Pretty bird,” you repeated, leaning your head into the light touch—though your stomach did a somersault at his words. Business at the shore. You doubted Bogard would have gone against his word, but there was every possibility that Garp might have made a different decision. You still kept your composure, kept up your act, crooning out as you nuzzled toward his hand, “Pretty, pretty girl.”

“Yes, yes, pretty girl,” he agreed, rolling his eyes, and the small hint of a smile curving his lips as he patted your head set you a bit more at ease.

You were being paranoid, that was all. There was bound to be a morning here or there that didn’t adhere perfectly to his normal routine. It had nothing to do with you, with your business there.

You spent the brief stroll down the path carved through the dense forest whistling to yourself, occasionally mimicking the sounds of other birds throughout the woods, watching for signs of the humandrills moving through the edge of the trees to track Mihawk’s movements as they so often did when he passed through.

Relief flooded through you as you emerged onto the sandy coastline and saw no sign of even a single ship between the shore and the horizon. Yes, paranoid, you were simply being paranoid, there was nothing at all to worry about—

Nothing to worry about, surely, as he stopped at the edge of the water.

As he reached his and across and abruptly wrapped his hand around your neck, pinning your wings down, and pulled you away from his shoulder.

“You’ll have to forgive me, pretty girl, for being overcautious.”

His sharp yellow eyes narrowed as he held you out in front of him, and slowly resumed walking out toward the water.

You weren’t just being paranoid.

“If I’m wrong, I will feel awful about this.”

Your eyes flitted between his and the water below, the gentle tide washing around the ankles of his boots as he crouched down in the shallows.

“But if I’m right…”

You were frozen in terror as he lowered you, his hand tight around your wings to ensure you hand no chance of escaping, toward the water.

As his mouth curled into a small, self-assured smirk, and he plunged you into the shallow depths.

Every ounce of strength left you the moment you touched the foamy brine rolling in over the sand, your body shifting out of your devil fruit form as you lay limp and defenseless and drenched, the waves washing around your head and your shoulders as he tilted his head, lifting his eyebrows as you stared up at him in mounting terror.

In case of something like this.

He shifted, pinning your legs down against the wet sand with one of his knees, giving a small chuckle. His eyes raked over you, your drenched tank top and cargo pants you had worn to ensure there was no sign of your Marine affiliations in case of emergency.

“I suppose we have a lot to discuss.”

You flinched as his hand tightened around your neck and he pulled you up harshly, gritting your teeth as he brought his face mere inches away from yours, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath brush across your lips.

“Don’t we, pretty girl?”

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[delulu-with-wandanat]

More Romanoff-Maximoff family shenanigans during a vacation

(Based on a true personal story LMAO)

‘Traveler Mom’ Nat x ‘Forgetful Mama’ Wanda

The family were having a vacation in New Zealand. They rent an RV so they could have an exciting family adventure. It was currently Wanda’s turn to drive. They stopped by at a gas station to fill up the gas.

A little longer fic SO BUCKLE UP

“I’m gonna go to the toilet.”

“Alright, I’ll fill up the gas tank.”

“You kids want anything?” Natasha asked the kids who were sitting in the back, engrossed in some mobile game.

“Nope.” Their teenage daughter said popping the ‘P’. “Oooh can I sit in the front? Sitting backwards in an RV is making me dizzy.”

Natasha nodded, “Sure honey, go ahead.” she then left to go to the toilet and Y/n moved to the front seat.

Few minutes later, Wanda enters the driver seat. “Hey Mama, gas all filled up?” Y/n asked.

“Yeap! And we’re ready to hit the road.” Wanda then moved the car forward.

Y/n thought her Mama was just trying to park the RV elsewhere so they don’t take up the space. Until Wanda didn’t stop and slowly got on to the main road.

That’s when Y/n had to put down her phone and look back. Maybe her mom entered the RV without her noticing (she was a spy after all), but no there was only her little siblings who were sleeping. Still, no sign of her mom.

The music ‘Closer to Fine’ started playing. “Oh I love this song!” Wanda said nonchalantly and started singing along.

“Closerrr I am to fiiNEEEE” Wanda sang while accelerating the RV.

“Mama?”

“Clo- Yes, darling?” Wanda asked, still oblivious.

“Where’s mom??”

That’s when Wanda’s eyes almost popped out of her eyes socket, “HOLYSHIT-“ she slammed on the breaks.

THUD!

- Natasha’s POV -

Natasha got out of the toilet just in time to see the RV slowly moving forward. She thought the same thing as Y/n. Until Wanda instead started to move the car to the main road.

“Oh no… ohhhnononono WANDA!” She quickly chased after the RV

“WANDA PLEASE STOP.“ She chased the RV like a madman.

“DETKA”

She prayed to god one of their kids don’t inherit Wanda’s memory of a dory.

“WANDA PLEA-“ and one of her kids did remember, unfortunately the sudden break of the RV and the speed of her running cause Natasha to collide head on with the side-view mirror.

(PEEP THE BARBIE AGENDA)

[poopy27627282]

ELECEED CHAPTER 319

spoilers ahead

WHITE LOOKING HAIR KAYDEN?????? HOKY SHIT

damnn

m cutie kartein😁♥️

HOLYSHIT BRO I OHMYGOD HES SO BRSUTIFUL PRETTY DDUR HIS EYELASHES?????FUCKKKK IM NOT SLEEPING 2NIGJT

chapter is really good imo

except for a bias thing

i hope guestella came to the rescuer not for kayden, but for jiwoo like jiwoo is js the goat if u understand me

i think gur stella is really pretty genuinely i posted her a lot but the thing with it is that she might be a “love interest” for kayden like, it would’ve been fine but like it seems rushed i hope it’s slowly turns into a mutually benefiting platonic feeling later but that’s js what i think

NAYWAY the chaoter itself was rlly cool mainly bc we gotta see more of kartein’s power, the fact that he cns have 6 WINGS at the same time really gives me some theories

gn guys i dont thibk i’ll sleep well but its wtv

[quietwingsinthesky]

god. every time i watch tss/tps i forget they use the valiant to filter the air at one point. like 10 and martha look excited about it (probably masking INCREDIBLY hard holyshit. martha having to deal with unit using it as a weapon in the sky to fight back after she had to deal with a YEAR (that no one else at unit remembers!!!) of seeing it in the sky while it was being used to destroy everything and everyone around her.) and like. 10's made immediately aware that unit repurposed it for good so he understands what's happening but like. jack harkness. who is not usually working directly with unit. who is probably trying to figure out what the hell is going on while trying to keep his team safe bc he can come back from the poison so he's the only one out there. looking up. seeing the fucking valiant with NO OTHER EXPLANATION as to why the hell it's there. like. one of the (many) times you kinda wish dw was more than pg bc i would've killed to just have like. a reference to him or his reaction. martha getting a text from him that's just "WHAT THE FUCK"

jack harkness deserves to be able to drop the one f-bomb a season of a pg13 doctor who. he’s literally perfect for it. and goddd. jack and martha friendship that exists in my mind forever. i know they’re in contact, i know this. if only because Who Else can they talk to about half of this stuff. off-screen in my mind martha gets to call jack when everything is done, and he’s glad the poison is all gone, assumes the doctor did A Thing, but he’d really like some clarification on the valiant and also. maybe clone martha called him at some point to try and lure him out and eliminate him as a threat or something. which would be a fun thing for the two of them to deal with!

imagining martha on the phone with him explaining that the valiant is for unit’s use now. (in a way that’s like. she is trying to tell herself this is Fine, too.) explaining that she just died in her own arms in a way, and she has no idea how to process that. i think they should get to hang out and decompress together, i really do.

[ssinnerplazahotel]

WC:4k

Warning: 18+, age gap, smut, fluff, yandere elvis, it’s the 50s/60s, domestic violence (no graphic details), painful-difficult-devastating-life-changing-extraordinary love

Pairing: elvis x black reader

Disclaimer: full of inaccuracies, inaccurate timeline, inaccurate depictions of Graceland, historically inaccurate themes and items

Note/: this is part three of a five part series and was intended for black readers but written with no physical descriptions——all reader’s welcomed

“Hello?”

“H-Hi, is this…who is this?”

“This is Vernon, who’s this?”

“U-Uhm, this is—Elvis gave me this number and I was just trying t-to reach him.”

“Who is this?”

“Y/n.”

“Who?”

“Birdie.”

“Oh…just a second.”

You shivered, ducking further into the corner of the phone booth.

Elvis’ voice spoke abruptly when he picked up the phone. “Birdie?”

You sighed. “Is that you, bunny?”

“…Holyshit, it’s you.”

“Elvis?”

“W-What are you doing? Are you home? It’s been~ Where’s Ron? A-Are you still~”

“Elvis,” You said more firmly.

“Yeah?”

“I-I really~ I don’t know what to say, I-I’m really s-sorry t-to call like this~”

“What’s wrong? Are you home?”

“Yes, but…”

“Birdie? H-Hello?”

“I need you to come pick me up.”

“What?”

“I-I…I don’t know…” You were barely staving off a breakdown. “I’m s-so…I know I haven’t called, I haven’t been in town…I tried t-to stay away.”

“Where are you? Are you with Ron?”

“No, I haven’t been with him s-since…s-since she’s been back.”

“Who?”

“My mother.” You were sobbing but you didn’t notice. “I-I came back because I thought he s-said he…he told me he’d hurt her if I didn’t c-come back. I tried to stay away. I really wanted to stay away.”

“Where are you?”

“I w-was trying to protect her. I just wanted t-to protect her~”

“Baby, I can��t find you if you don’t tell me where you are.”

“You can’t find me?” There was an uptick of panic in your tone that made him rush to try and console you.

“I’m gonna find you, honey, I just need you to tell me where you are. Did you walk from Ron’s or what?”

“I g-got a ride, uhm…here, d-downtown, I was trying to…I was gonna keep walking but my leg…my leg isn’t right…”

“What do you see?”

“I see uhm…t-the loan office.”

“Lippman’s?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, baby, I’m gonna come up and get you. I need you to stay put—don’t go fluttering around.”

“M-My leg…”

“I’m on my way. Stay right there.”

He was there in record time. Or perhaps you were in such a state of delirium and dissociation that the minutes went by effortlessly. It was late and the streets were nearly deserted, making it easy for him to rush towards you without being bombarded. He was out of the car before it stopped moving fully, running towards the phone booth with an expression as worried as the last time you saw him.

“Birdie,” He said when he snatched open the door of the booth. You reached for him the moment he was close enough to hold onto and he took you in his arms. “Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Let me look at you.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“It’s not good.”

“Okay…okay, Jerry, help me get her out of here.”

You felt lifeless when he lifted you out of the booth. All the pain had gone numb and you finally felt safe enough to close your eyes.

“Should we get her to a hospital?” Jerry’s voice asked.

“No, please.” You didn’t notice your grip tighten around Elvis as you begged them not to involve anyone else.

“J-Just…no, just straight to the house.” He wanted you to go to the hospital, and it scared you to think that you looked bad enough to need medical attention. “I’ll get somebody to come check on her once we get her cleaned up…it might not be as bad as it looks.”

“Her leg…”

You cringed, remembering the pain but not feeling it anymore.

“W-We’ll fix it. It’s fine, she’s fine. Y-You’re okay.”

Their voices grew muddled and soon you drifted off into darkness.

*

You woke in a cold, dim room. Your body ached and when you shifted you discovered an IV hooked onto your arm. Your eyes hurt and you struggled to focus.

“Birdie? Honey, a-are you awake?”

“…Elvis?”

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m here.”

“How?”

“You called me. You don’t remember?”

“No.”

“Are you in pain?”

“No, just…my leg.”

“They said you had a pretty good sprain, nothing seems broken o-or out of place.”

Everything about you felt broken and out of place.

“How’d it happen?”

“I-I had to jump…to get out of m-my room. I jumped out t-the window, so…turns out birdie can’t fly.”

“…This ought to help with the pain.” He wanted to say something else but he didn’t. You felt him place an object in your hand before instructing you to press the button. “Whenever you’re in pain you just press that. Pretty nifty stuff.”

You appreciated his attempt at humor despite the tragedy before him. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t~”

“I’m so sorry, Elvis.”

“I’m glad you called me.”

“It’s not fair.”

“Well…lucky for you I don’t know how to hold a grudge.”

“I’m gonna get out of here as soon as~”

“I don’t want to hear any of that right now. You just focus on getting better, then you can…run for the hills, I guess.”

There was an undertone of sadness behind his words.

“I wasn’t supposed to ever come back here. I was free. I-I was really free, n-not like before, I was really on my own out there…”

“It’s okay, honey.”

“He found me all the way in Detroit.”

“He won’t find you here.”

“Where are we?”

“My room.”

“Graceland?”

“Yeah, where else?”

You scanned the room, squinting against the pain behind your eyes. “It’s too cold.”

He laughed. “Is that your only criticism?”

“Yeah.”

“…You really scared the shit out of me. I was this close to taking you to the hospital.”

“It looks like the hospital came to me.”

“They didn’t get here til this morning.”

“It’s okay, E.”

“You were in pain all night.”

“I’m not anymore.”

“If I ever lay eyes on that motherfucker, I’ll kill him.”

“Please~”

“It's not good that I know where he lives, nothing’s stopping me.”

“I can’t handle hearing that.”

“It’s true.”

“I know but I don’t want you to go there. I want you to forget this even happened, it’s humiliating.”

“When I look at you I don’t see anything worth being humiliated about. I see a little girl that got beat like a grown man.”

You closed your eyes, warding off the memories—it was all too fresh. “I can’t…”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, fuck,” He swore to himself at the sight of your tears. “I just can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“I wish you didn’t have to.”

There was a sudden knock on the door and Jerry walked in, retracting when he saw that you were awake. “Oh, she’s…”

You averted your gaze—embarrassed.

“She’s alright, Jer,” Elvis reassured him.

“Alright, well…let me know.”

“I’ll let you know,” Elvis said, and he was gone. “He’s been just as worried as me. He saw you last night—before the doctor got to you this morning.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want you to be sorry.”

“I can’t believe this is how you see me after all these years.”

“I’ve been waiting to see you.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I’m always waiting.” He fell silent. You wondered what he wanted you to say. “Did you get any of my letters?”

“Yeah, I got them.”

He frowned. “All of them?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you reply?”

“I don’t know…I couldn’t find any stamps.”

He stopped meeting your eyes. “So you know?”

“The whole world knows.”

“It’s nothing serious~”

“I don’t care if it is. I’m happy you’re happy.”

“You don’t care?”

He wanted you to. He wanted you to and he couldn’t hide it. “Of course not. What’s she like?”

“…She’s a good person.”

“That’s good.” You tried to smile. “Do you love her?”

“I don’t know.”

You nodded. “You should try to.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s hard to find good people in the world now.”

“You’re never usually that pessimistic.”

“I wonder what happened to all my optimism.”

His smile was soft in the dim lightning. “You’re a good person.”

“I’m sorry if I gave you that impression.”

“This persona you created doesn’t disguise everything.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“I think if you had somewhere safe to go you wouldn’t be so all over the place. You could be yourself.”

“I’m myself everywhere I go.”

“I think you’re more yourself with me than anyone else.”

“You have no idea who I am, do you realize that?”

“Why’d your mother go back to Ron?” He knew you’d be caught off guard by the question.

“I-I don’t know…” You shook your head. “I don’t care, i-it has nothing to do with me.”

“You didn’t call.”

“You’re really grilling me, here~”

“I haven’t seen you in two years~”

“I know, but still~”

“I have questions.”

“I know.” You sighed. “What’s your question?”

“Why didn’t you call?”

“I dialed the number a million times…I-I just—I don’t know, I kept talking myself out of it.”

“Why?”

“I thought you’d forget about me if I stayed away.”

Elvis nodded but you couldn’t tell if he understood. “I fixed up a room for you. I-I wanted you here until you w-woke up but I thought y-you’d want your own space while you’re here.”

You were eager for the opportunity to escape and that was it. You had enough common sense to know that you couldn’t go anywhere until your leg healed enough, but as soon as it did—and when he least expected it—you’d leave. Hopefully blowing his life up for the last and final time.

“Why’d you do that?” He wondered in the wake of your silence.

“What?” You asked.

“It’s like you…went inward, or something.” He waited for you to respond. “What’re you thinking?”

“Mostly just about having to piss with this thing on my leg,” You said, gesturing at the brace halfheartedly. “I’ll figure it out though. I’m ready to move to the other room.”

“It’s no rush~”

“I want to get out of your way.”

The transport was nothing short of mortifying and you almost wanted to walk on the sprain to save yourself the humiliation of being carried. Once in the guest bedroom you quickly dismissed him.

“Don’t let me keep you.”

“Why’re you trying to get rid of me?”

“I’m tired…”

“Okay.” He didn’t want to leave. “Don’t forget to press the button if you’re in pain.”

“Got it.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Not really.”

“Alright. I’ll check on you later.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

“…Alright.”

*

[ ] Spend the days avoiding Elvis.

[ ] Spend the nights with avoiding with Elvis.

[ ] Spend the afternoons avoiding Elvis.

[ ] Find a gun and blow your brains out.

[✓] All of the above.

*

“What are you doing? You ain’t s’pose to be walking around without the brace.”

“You’re gonna have to turn around and knock before you start talking to me~”

“I’m not knocking on my own doors in my own house.”

“I’m gonna start locking it.”

“No you aren’t.”

“Do you know how exhausting it is having to beg you to leave me alone?”

“Do you know how exhausting it is having to ignore you?”

You winced when you shifted onto your leg and Elvis rushed to help you balance.

“See?” He chastised.

“I got it,” You insisted.

“You’re gonna make it worse.”

“It’s a sprain. You’re supposed to walk them off.”

“You can’t even stand on it.”

“I was doing fine before you barged in here.”

He helped you sit down on the edge of the bed and you let him. Despite your determination to put a rush on your recovery, you were still in a lot of pain.

“It’s more swollen than it was yesterday,” He had said upon kneeling down to examine your injury.

“No it isn’t.”

“It is too. Look~”

“Elvis!”

“That hurt?”

“Yes that hurt, jackass.”

“Hey, alright, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not funny.”

“Alright. Let me see.”

You sighed but let him take your ankle into his hands. He carefully bent your knee, stopping when he noticed you grimace.

“It still needs time.”

“Don’t look so thrilled about it.”

“I’m not.”

“You’d probably chop it off if it meant I was stuck here longer.”

“Is that what you think?”

“Yeah.”

“If I thought you were really stuck I wouldn’t be checking every hour to see if you’re still here.”

“Is that what you’ve been doing?”

“I can’t help it.”

“Oh, sure you can.”

He shrugged and returned to examining your foot.

“What are you doing?” You snapped halfheartedly—pushing him away. “I won’t walk on it, alright?”

He stood to sit next to you on the bed. He kissed your cheek and you found yourself smiling at the gesture before shying away from his touch.

“I was about to go to sleep,” You lied. “You should have gotten here sooner.”

“I would’ve if I had the chance.”

“It’s too late now.”

“Can I say good night at least?”

“Go ahead and say it.”

He laughed. “Come on, birdie. I been thinking about you all day.”

“What about me?”

“I-I don’t know, j-just…about you in general.”

It was your turn to laugh.

“Don’t make me go,” His voice dropped and he kissed your shoulder. It was the same thing every night. You weren’t sure if you should call it a routine. That would imply that you had fallen into expecting him, and you were very careful about not having any expectations. Expectations were for idiots.

You weren’t an idiot. Knowing that he would show up and expecting him to were two different things entirely. You knew he’d kiss your cheek and say sweet things until you ultimately reached for his belt. That didn’t mean that you were expecting him to.

He wouldn’t fuck you. Despite your many attempts at convincing him that it was fine, he didn’t want to hurt you—so he refused. You could tell that there was something about the situation that turned him on, you just didn’t know what it was.

Maybe he liked the way you begged for more. Maybe it made him feel in control and it was the only time he’d ever see that look on your face—the only time he’d hear you beg him for anything. It didn’t matter why, all that mattered was that it made him more eager to show you all the ways that he could make you fall apart.

You knew that no matter how much control you let him have, once you had his dick in your hand you quite literally had him back in the palm of your hand. He moved with you, he anticipated you—he let you know that he was there for you.

It was sweet that he truly believed that he was there for you.

Making him come wasn’t the same as making other men come. It felt less like an obligation and more like a game of strategy. He was easy and quick and if you twisted your wrist far enough to the right on your upstroke he’d brace himself instantly and the night would be over just like that. In your mind, the quicker he came, the faster he went and the less he’d want to stay. The objective was always to make sure that each night grew shorter and that each encounter lasted less time. Even if it meant shaving off mere seconds, you had to be quicker—more precise.

As he prepared to leave, you turned onto your side and grabbed one of the magazines you’d requested from downstairs. You flipped through the pages lazily, focusing more on the sound of his clothes shuffling back on than the words and images.

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

You smiled. “Sure.”

He knew not to kiss you goodnight.

*

You had tried to avoid this situation. You felt guilty enough about your late nights with Elvis without having to face the girl he snuck back into bed with every morning.

You didn’t want to make things uncomfortable for yourself or for her. It wasn’t her fault that you couldn’t leave and stay gone. You were the fuck up, not her.

Had you been able to recall any other number that night you would’ve called it, but you could only think of him. If you had been able to think of anyone else at that moment, you wouldn’t be in this situation right now.

“You’re Birdie, right?”

The sound of that name leaving her lips made you want to frown—but you smiled. “I have no idea why he calls me that. My name is D-Des…”

“Des?”

“Yep, short and sweet.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“You too.”

“It looks like you’re doing a lot better. Elvis was really worried about your leg.”

“Yeah, I’m…It’s getting easier.” You didn’t want to alert anyone to your improvement, you wanted them to think you still needed time.

“If there’s anything I can do for you~”

“I should be fine, really.”

She nodded and you thought you saw her shift uncomfortably. “…H-He~ I can tell he cares a lot about you.”

There was a conversation that she wanted to have and your response determined whether or not you’d let her take you down that road. “What makes you say that?”

“He’s just…he’s been so worried about you these past few weeks and h-he won’t eat. He doesn’t sleep because he’s checking on you every hour and I…I can’t help but notice.”

“I’m sorry if I did anything to make you think~”

“No, it’s not your fault. I just wish he’d open up to me about it. I-I mean, he hasn’t told me anything about you. He wouldn’t even tell me your name.”

You stopped yourself from telling her that he truly knew short of nothing about you—he knew less about you now after two years of not laying eyes on you. “I don’t know why.”

“Where’d you meet him?” She seemed genuinely curious.

“I don’t even remember, it was so long ago.”

“O-Okay~”

“I’m gonna head back to bed. Can’t overuse this thing.” You motioned to your leg with a forced laugh. “It was nice seeing you around.”

“You too, Des.”

“Oh, yeah.” You stopped short and faced her. “That’s where I’ve seen you.”

She looked confused. “I’m sorry?”

“You were in the paper with Elvis in LA just a few weeks ago,” You said. “I knew you looked familiar.”

“I-I…I didn’t go with him to LA.”

“You didn’t? He was in the paper with a girl that looked just like you.”

“Oh…no, i-it wasn’t me.”

“Hm, I guess I have you confused with someone else.” You shrugged indifferently. “See you around then.”

You didn’t see Elvis until you were on your way downstairs the next night. You’d learned to make your presence scarce, and you only left your room when it was necessary. So when you ran into him during the late hour, it had to have been intentional.

“What?” You asked when he didn’t speak.

“I’m waiting for you to disappear.”

“Why?”

“You’ve been walking on that leg for a week now.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“Of course not.”

“Then what’s the matter?”

He caught your arm as you passed and made you face him. “Did you tell her I didn’t know your name and that I was in the paper with another woman?”

“Why would I tell her that?”

“I don’t, Des, why would you tell her that?”

You had to hold back a smile as you feigned confusion. “What?”

He pointed. “I see that look in your eyes.”

“What look?”

“You’re up to no good.”

You shrugged with an indifferent expression. “I really don’t know what you mean.”

“If you’re gonna disappear can I at least know when you do?”

“Elvis, you’ve come and gone to three different states in the past three weeks and each time you’ve come back I’ve been here.”

“So what?”

“So, I don’t know why you think I’d wait until you were home to leave. I could’ve left last week while you were in Texas.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because, it’s not fair.”

“To who?”

“To you.”

“Like you give a shit what’s fair to me,” He laughed.

“I do. You’re the only real friend I have in the world.”

“I’m your friend?”

“Of course.”

He looked off. “I keep picturing you out there by yourself…it’s keeping me up at night.”

“I’ve always been on my own.”

“I know, but you said before that no matter where you went you knew you could always come home. A-And without Ron~”

“I don’t need Ron~”

“I can’t help but feel like you’re worse off constantly on the run with nowhere to go.”

“You make it sound so much worse than it actually is.” You rolled your eyes dismissively. “I have my ways of staying safe and getting from place to place like everyone else~”

“I understand, honey, but I don’t want that for you.”

You felt yourself slipping. “…I-I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I want you to stay.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to be stuck here watching you play house every day.”

“Then…I-I’ll send her home.”

“My god, you’re horrible.”

“She was only supposed to be here a couple weeks anyway.”

“I can’t believe you’d even consider something so despicable.”

“She has somewhere to go, you don’t.”

“I have somewhere to go.”

“Where?”

“It’s a big world, I’ve made a lot of great friends. I’ll just…I’ll pick.”

His expression fell flat. “Do you ever actually hear any of the insane shit you say?”

“Do I sound insane?”

“All the time.”

Sonny appeared on the stairs but stalled when he saw the two of you. “Oh, sorry. Hey, Lottie.”

“Hey, baby,” You responded. “You okay?”

“Yeah. You look good as new.”

“I am good as new. I was just telling Elvis that I was headed out in the morning.” You didn’t meet his eyes when you felt him look at you.

“Oh,” Sonny said, stopping short on his way back down the stairs. “You got the ticket?”

“Yeah, two of ‘em,” You said. “D’you want one? I can show you a good time.”

“Yeah, right,” He laughed.

“Sonny, man, do you mind?”

“Sorry…” He left with a halfhearted wave.

You met Elvis’ eyes—you didn’t want to, but you did. “What?”

“Lottie?”

“Not my best work, I know. But I used to have this friend named Charlotte and she~”

“You were just gonna leave?”

“No, baby, I came to tell you.”

“If Sonny ain’t walk by you wouldn’t have even mentioned it.”

“How do you know?”

“Who’s the extra ticket for?”

“You’re asking that before asking where I’m headed?” You tsked. “You’re losing your touch.”

“Where are you headed?”

You smiled and he got that aggravated expression on his face. “Go ahead. Guess.”

“The moon?”

“Close. New York.”

“What’s in New York?”

“Buildings and streets and~”

“Fuck, birdie, you know what the hell I mean.”

“You’re getting antsy.”

“Because you’re working on my last damn nerve.”

“You better be quiet, your girl may hear you.”

“Who’s the extra ticket for?”

You leaned in as if to tell him a secret. “There is no extra ticket.”

He pushed his tongue into his jaw.

“I just wanted to make you shake your leg one more time before I left.”

The anxious trembling of his right leg halted as he became aware of it and you laughed.

“You screw around with Sonny?”

As tempted as you were to play into the question you knew he’d never believe you if you tried to take it back. “Of course not.”

“Who do you screw around with in the house?”

“As of tomorrow, not a soul.”

“As of right now.” His tone was stern.

“As of right now…only you, bunny.”

He had a familiar expression behind his eyes but you chose to ignore it.

“Good night,” You said before attempting to exit down the stairs.

“No…” He surprised you by pulling you into his arms. It was an unnatural moment for the two of you. It wasn’t the most sexual position you’d been in but it still felt too intimate.

“Stop.” You tried to push him away. “You’re getting too soft.”

“I love you.”

“Elvis~”

“I don’t care if you don’t want to hear it, I do.”

“Well…” You waited a moment before finally hugging him back. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Stay.”

“Why are you trying to break my heart?”

“You keep breaking mine.”

“I’m trying to stop.”

“I don’t want you to. The pain’s the only thing that feels real when you leave.”

“Have you always been this melodramatic?”

“I wish I could do what you do. I can’t make myself…stop feeling.” His words hurt, but you wouldn’t admit it. You weren’t an emotionless robot—you felt things even when you didn’t want to.

“Come on, let me go,” You said in a light hearted manner, pushing him away playfully.

“How long do you plan on staying in New York?” He kept his arms around your waist as he spoke, looking down at you.

“A while.” You could tell he didn’t believe you. “You can always take the extra ticket, y’know?”

“I thought you said~”

“Elvis?”

You turned your head when you heard her voice but Elvis stopped you when you tried to move away.

“I’m coming, baby, go back in the room.”

You couldn’t meet her eyes, you didn’t want to see the hurt that would obviously be there. You punched Elvis in the chest after hearing the door shut.

“What was that for?”

“Fuck you.” You glared up at him when he finally let you go.

“What?”

“That girl is in love with you.”

“She’s fine.”

“I don’t want her to hate me.”

“Why do you care how she feels about you?”

“I don’t live to make people hate me.”

“I know what you live for.”

“Really?”

“You live for driving people fucking insane by making them fall in love with you every where you go.”

You rolled your eyes. “What am I supposed to say?”

“Will you let me send you with something?”

“No.”

“I don’t want you out there empty handed~”

“You don’t have to worry about it. I’ll just go find a rich man and have him fall in love with me. That’s what I live for, right?”

“Birdie~”

“That’s not my name.”

His jaw tightened but you ignored his aggravation.

“Go get your girl,” You said, preparing to walk away—you were surprised to not hear a single protest as you did so. Although it didn’t show, every step hurt like hell.

“Hey, Lottie.”

“Hey, baby, are you okay?”

“Yeah. Where ya headed?”

You smiled at Charlie and held a finger to your lips. “It’s a secret.”

He didn’t question you any further as you picked a random coat from the rack by the door and slipped it on. You tried not to think about the uneasy feeling settling in your gut. It was a feeling that you’d gone too long without feeling—now it was unfamiliar. You walked as far as your legs would carry you before trying to find a familiar place to stop for a ride. It was dark enough for you to stay hidden in the shadows until you made it downtown.

“Yo, Treasure, is that you?”

You almost shouted in relief. “Chuckles?”

He laughed. “When you get home?”

“I’ve been here.”

“You tryna get a ride?”

“Yeah, where’re you headed?”

“Just back to the house.”

“I-I was hoping to get to the train station by tomorrow morning.”

“I can get you there by tomorrow morning.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, get in.”

You climbed into the car after he reached over and opened the passenger door. “I don’t know how to thank you, Chuck.”

“We’ll figure something out.”

You knew then that he wasn’t planning on giving you a free ride. You settled into your seat and tried to mentally prepare for the night ahead.

[ishipmutualrespect]

Hey! I'm looking for more larries to follow on tumblr. And I don't mean super casual or low key larries. I mean larries who still think HL are together and make it known, larries that still talk about headcanons and fics and make art, larries that are larries first and foremost and then louies or harries second. Preferences are fine but they have to like both guys.

I feel like we are a dying breed and I'm just 'looking for life out there'.

Hello! First of all I wanna say that everyone who I reblog from is a larrie so if you see me rb from someone I didn’t include in my rec that’s also a blog you can follow, I just probably forgot to put it in my list.

Ok so I’m gonna tag:

@likearagingroar @thechavier @alwaysyousweetcreature @vee-black-cloud @2tiedships2 @ireallysawanangel @softfonds @medicinelarrie @crinkle-eyed-boo @londonfoginacup @indiaalphawhiskey @alarrylarrie @awesomefringey @louisarmpits @lovingstheantidote @harrehleh @harrylouis @thewhitecitrus @nauticallyrics @leedsau @haztobegood @holyshit @sunshineandlyrics @skepticalarrie @itsnotreal @louisgayvodka @alexisrosea @larryslaurels

[streamdotpng]

So in the eldritch farm AU, you say Yoko and Enid are going to die eventually, but if I know my (pop culture version of) eldritch lore...

Like what if Enid has an accident out on the farm. Something big and gruesome, or maybe quick and almost innocuous. Doesn't matter. Because suddenly, she's standing upright where she was once laying down, drawing her last breath. And Wednesday is there with her (why would Wednesday be with her, she had never tended to this part of the fields in the past), gently chastising Enid to be careful, lest she be hurt.

Because while Wednesday and Divina are eldritch wives, they are still WIVES. And what good wife wouldn't protect her spouse as best they can

Insomination, idk where you came from but I'm loving these asks

Ty so much for feeding my brainrot

But holyshit, Enid will feel right as rain when that happens. She'll be held in the arms of her wife, feel the cool finger's of Wednesday brush against her cheek and the gentle scolding of "don't go alone, Enid."

It's all a whirlwind of wtf just happened but next thing she knew, she's back home and getting ready for bed. Enid doesn't, couldn't bring it up and Wednesday goes to write like usual.

The farmer stares at the visage of her dear before she goes to freshen up just one more time before sleeping because something-

Something isn't right. It breathes and digs with every breath she takes and she doesn't know why.

There's something itching on her skin and she scratches at it as she brushes her teeth but it isn't enough. So Enid winces and tugs up her shirt to see what's happening

She nearly chokes on her toothbrush because laying there, wide and dark is a pulsating mark across her stomach.

"Enid?" calls her wife and immedietely the farmer turns, dropping her shirt with half a paste sud dripping from her lips.

"wens!" Enid replies before quickly rinsing her mouth. "wedns- hey!"

"Enid hello," Wednesday says back, a teasing tilt in her tone as she leans on a door frame. "did something happen? You lingered too long."

Enid doesn't mention anything about the eyes in the peas, the blood that stains her bowl of food nor does she mention the way the shadows seem to blink when she lays awake at night.

It's no wonder she doesn't say anything abt the thing laying on her skin.

Enid flips her hair, a cheesy grin on her face as she walks forward. "yknow me, dear. Had to make sure I looked good enough to lay with your highness."

Wednesday raises a brow and Enid ignores the way her skin scalds when her wife's arms brush along the farmer's stomach.

This is fine, Enid repeats.

This is normal, she tries to convince and so the two goes to bed.

The next morning, there is no mark on her stomach. But enid swears that if she digs her fingers a bit deeper onto where it should've laid, she'll feel her finger dip into a wound that hasn't healed.

[nancydrewwouldnever]

Holyshit!!!I'm so sorry you're getting those and I'm sorry about your cousin. I hope you're doig good today. Honestly these people are fucking useless and worthless if the say shit like this.

Thank you for this, this is so cute!

Look, I'm fine. What really pisses me off, though, is that people don't understand how their own actions/choices ruin places for everyone, including themselves. (Of course, that could also be the point.) Let's be honest, this fandom is really on life support these days, especially now that he's "taking a break." So, to take pointed actions aimed at making mods not want to be in their own blogs hits doubly hard now.

[syggwolf]

I rarely write anything big or super personal but like, I gotta get something off my chest and just sorta bitch about this.

About a month ago, I was sitting outside waiting on a ride, and across the street and down the road a little, I heard a child just... Freaking the fuck out mega style. Fear maxing. Absolutely terror pilled. Beyond normal child meltdown by at least several orders of magnitude.

So I started paying attention and listening because holyshit this is beyond the pale, and I look up and down the road, and I see there's some lady on the phone standing in her driveway on the other side of some car, and another lady walking up the street half a house away and I tune in and realize this lady on the phone is talking with 911. And what I piece together is this kid is in a tight spot, literally, as it seems he has managed to get his arm stuck inside of something tight, and it's turning purple and she's asking them to send someone out to get him out.

And I think, oh fuck that sucks, but there's nothing I can do about it. I would just complicate the situation. And I'm literally about to be like, thank god the fire department or whatever is gonna get here shortly and get the kid out and he'll prolly be fine, and right before I tune out, I hear the lady hang up the phone, start talking to the lady walking up to her, to tell her they were on the way, and then these adults start laughing, and... I realized, it was AT this kid.

And this... Tapped my brain a little, something about the way they laughed, so I stayed tuned in, and within a very short span of time, I hear these two ladies telling this kid that he is going to lose his arm, and then laughing. Like... They are literally terrorizing this kid. He is shrieking at the top of his lungs and saying he's sorry to her, and calling her mommy and I'm like, holyshit your MOM is saying that shit to you? And as far as I can tell, this wasn't some shitty attempt at parenting, like, I don't think they were doing this to really drive home that he had fucked up, I think he probably figured that out when his arm started to change colors.

No, this had a particular sort of... undercurrent, to it, that you really only pick up when you've been actually abused by a real sadist yourself. They weren't doing this for any reason other than to make shit worse, it was this casual boomer sort of thing, the sort of attitude you see a pissed off boomer level at some poor service worker when they don't get all of their nuggies or whatever. They didn't see this kid as human. And it was clearly showing because they were just taking turns telling him how they were gonna have to get a saw and cut it off and half his blood was gonna come out and they probably wouldn't even numb it, and it was gonna hurt soooo bad, and he'd need a fake hand for the rest of his life. This kid couldn't have been more than like, seven, by the way?

And I had to just sit there and marvel at this absolutely revolting casual cruelty, and then I had to thoroughly mourn the fact that I couldn't do a fucking thing about it because the house is owned, and lived in, by a fucking cop.

Like it's a well known fact that you do not fuck with this house because he is a big manly cop and his family is a cop family and you will get fucking shot for knocking on this dude's door to ask for help in the middle of the night or whatever because, apparently, that literally almost happened once according to one of my neighbors who's drunk boyfriend tried to kill her one night.

One of the signs on this place's porch, right next to the door, literally says "Give me a reason." with a picture of an assault rifle on it. They fly a blue line flag and an american flag where the stars have been replaced with guns right over the garage.

I wish I was making any of this up. I wish I could help that kid. I wish I could fucking do something. I wanted so fucking badly to walk up and tell them to leave that poor kid the fuck alone. I started filming it, but when I played it back, the audio wasn't clear enough to make any of it out and the EMT's showed up within six minutes and had this kid free in like two more. My ride showed up and I got in and we left. Because... What am I gonna do?

And now all I can think about is the fact that we absolutely fucked up tying the child protective services and the militarized law enforcement agencies together into the same system, because if I called CPS? Not only would I need to PROVE my case somehow, but I might turn that kid's life into a crapshoot where the system might destroy him even worse, and then on top of that I'd risk literally being destroyed myself because Sally Dispatch or Karen CPS agent might just be friends with these people and maybe goes to a BBQ of theirs from time to time or comes over to have a beer. They might just decide to let them in on who the busybody piece of shit is that tried to frame them for child abuse just to "let them know, so they could protect themselves".

In fact I worry I've put too many identifying details in this post already tbh. But I honestly just cannot sit on this without telling the fucking world what I saw somehow.

[kkennedy26]

Finding out your pregnant, hello people I'm just testing to see if I can post

Steve

I ran to the toilets getting the familiar feeling of sickness I entered a stall and dropped to my knees hurling my guts up, it was my last week of school I don't want to miss it because of a silly tummy bug I felt my hair being held "shhh it's alright get it alll out" Nancy wheeler said gently stroking my hair

After about 5 minutes I had stopped I washed my face and hands "thanks Nance I appreciate it" I smiled "whats up stomach bug?" She asked as I leant against the sink "I think so I keep being sick and I've lost my appetite my stomach hurts like hell" I said with a small but painful laugh she looked at me concerned "do you mabey think that...that you could be pregnant" she suggested "what that's crazy I can....holyshit i-i need to go can you cover for me in science?" I asked grabbing my bag "yeah but where are you going?" She asked grabbing my arm "to get some tests" I said hesitantly "I'm sorry for asking but...do you know who the father could be" she said avoiding eyecontact tbf it is an awkward question "yeah-yeah I do shit that's another thing how do I tell him 'oh hey babe by the way I think im pregnant please don't leave me' I know he will leave oh god I hope I'm not pregnant I can't be pregnant I'm only 16 and my dad-" "y/n! Calm down everything will be fine if you want I can be here with you when you tell whoever it is" I shook my head "no Nance you would hate me and I don't want to loose you too" I sobbed "who-who is it?" She asked I could hear the nervousness "its-" the door opened and oh fuck it was him "Steve what are you doing in here?" Nancy asked "I heard y/n had been sick I just wanted to check on her are you alright?" He asked me coming closer and placing his hand on my cheek I froze just looking up at him "y/n is having some trouble at the minute she's scared" Nancy said "why is she scared? Why are you scared?" He asked concerned "she-i think that she might be pregnant and she's contemplating telling the dad because she's scared he will leave her" Steve looked from Nancy and back to me "your pregnant?" "I-i don't know I was just going to the store to get some tests or something" I said wiping my eyes "ill take you" he said with a small smile "I'll cover for you too then" Nancy laughed "thanks nance" Steve said taking my hand in his as we exited the toilets, we walked in silence to his car as we were driving he broke it "so you think your pregnant?" He asked I nodded "Nancy thinks it I'm just checking" I said back looking out the window "just so you know I won't leave you if you are" he said making me turn to him "but what about college?" I asked him I didn't want this to ruin his life "you see my grades aren't good enough to get into college but I can get a job to provide for us" he said with a smile on his face.

[celestie0]

hello ellieeee!!!!

your responses always have me crying ngl!!! somethings you tell me are so precious to me that they make my day, iloveyousomuch!!!

kisses for you here 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

i’m sure you’re the most fun person to be around in real life, at least id be having the time of my life with you.

i hate kaito and i love for writing him so despicable and annoying. i aspire to write a character like him the way you’ve done.

it’s one thing to let people know about our experience and it’s a whole different level of evil to pull them down to your level of failure because you’re insecure and jealous. kai falls in the second category.

nobody else could tell??? i’m sure they didn’t point it out like me. hopefully, i always panda kun to be recognised!!! he’s my favourite character in jjk. i love pandas in general.

it’s fine, dw, after that ending you don’t have to worry about getting a counsel to represent you for my emotional distress!

reader and geto are giving a very tough competition to kickoff!gojo. but ykw i love gojo, he’s my sweetheart. the love of my life. the apple of my eye. ishouldstop.

no because youve done justice to canon!gojo in this sense, their approach to grieving is similar, except kickoff!gojo is less unhinge and dare i say it: more swoon-worthy. i wanna be like gojo at compartmentalizing and yk just…ive had multiple public breakdowns in uni and i’m so very embarrassed by them, i wish i was more like kickoff!gojo in dealing with them. yk where he calmed himself down for our dear reader? like that. i’m still so impressed by that one scene. it’s so close to my heart. i wish people in my life do that for me. calm down instead of bursting out.

ur so emotionslly intelligent my love and ur empathy is enouhh to make me tear up 😭 ppl in ur life must feel so safe w you

you’re the only person who’s said this to me, and god im smiling like an idiot WHILE tearing up. you’ve no idea how much this means to me, itd get awkward if i start ranting about it. BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

thank you for sharing kickoff with us! it literally makes my heart melt and heals me.

i read it with stuff going because it heals me. kickoff has healing abilities. you are just not aware!

you’ve all my prayers and vibes for yourself!!!! you’re such a wonderful soul to have around (even virtually). i appreciate all of you 🥹

it’s so sweet of to be writing and entire character representing her. it always warms my heart when people love their best friends so much and actually make sure that everyone knows that!!!

STOP MAKING ME FLUSTERED!!! IM FLATTERED AS I AM HOLYSHIT I LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT READING THIS AND GRINNING LIKE A CAT!!!! ILSYM!!! YOURE THE SWEETEST OF ALL!!

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hiiii bb YOUR responses always have me crying pls 😭😭😘💋 i feel like i’d lov hanging out w you too haha 🤣 its giving picnic hangout on the beach w champagne vibes LOL

and yes very true ugh kai is despicable but i really hope he wasn’t comically awful 🤣 i realized in writing ch9 how fkn difficult it is to write a sort of gray character (until theyre revealed to be horrible) idk how a lot of authors/show writers do it

aw girl i hear you ab those university breakdowns 😭😭 the amt of times i broke down crying in my car pls 💀 i think my lowest point was when i full on started sobbing in the library it was so embarrassing🧍🏻‍♀️i also started crying in front of my professor once during office hrs n he didnt know what to do n just handed me a box of tissues 😭 i wanna disappear……but thats besides the point lol. yeah compartmentalizing can be useful sometimes but i think it’s super healthy to let emotions out too for sure :”) but no fs if only i had the composure of gojo in that scene in certain cases haha. it’s like blondie in this is me trying “my words shoot to kill when im mad” thats so me 😭😭 i shld be better ab that

AWW ofc ab the comment u highlighted n also for sharing kickoff :””) im so happy my words made u happy, i really mean them!

and aaa yes my friend isnt even a jjk fan bahaha but she said she’d read kickoff if i started posting it so i had to tribute her somehow 🤣 plus i use her for reference for a lot of the film major stuff so it was the least i could do (lol sort of funny note but when kai mentions working shifts at a movie theater bc he thought a director would notice him……my friend has actually done that LMAOO i kinda roasted her for that 💀💀 yikes)

OFC MY DARLING I LOVE TALKING TO U N BOUNCING FEELS N IDEAS N EVERYTHING OFF OF YOU YOU’re SUCH A JOY <333 ilysm i hope u have a wonderful day 😚💕