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jrswritings · 2 months ago

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Tingles and Giggles - Chapter Eighteen - Tyler Owens x Reader

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Chapter Eighteen - Mother Clucker

As Tyler pulled into his aunt’s driveway, you noticed the sign saying Daisy Dream Acres and the little hut with a closed sign on the window. You smiled slightly, knowing someday you’d want something like that. You looked down the driveway to see a light blue farmhouse with a wrap-around porch, set with a swing and a big Saint Bernard perched on top of it. You looked to the right and saw the huge garden full of fruits and vegetables at peak harvest, to the left of the driveway you saw another light blue building with a sign saying ‘Mother-Cluckers.’

“That must be the chicken coop?” You asked, gesturing to the building.

“Yeah, Auntie B loves sayings like that,” he chuckled, putting the truck in park behind her Ford F-150.

“You finally trade in that damn Ram 3500 for a real truck, Ty?” A voice called from the porch. You looked over and saw a woman with dark brown light curly hair, her gray roots showing her age. She had on yellow overalls and a dark blue shirt covered in small daisies.

“No, ma’am!” He said proudly while getting out of the truck, “This is (Y/n)’s truck.”

“Damn, and I was just starting to think you were comin’ around, boy,” she said, “Breakfast is almost ready and coffee is hot.”

While you were getting out of the truck, you noticed this flash of brown and white, and then Tyler was on the ground. You walked around the back of the truck to see him being slobbered with kisses by his Saint Bernard, Cash. You smiled, but it made you miss your pups at home.

“I missed you, too, bud,” Tyler laughed, scratching Cash’s back and hugging him tight while Cash whined with happiness.

“I can’t wait to see my boys,” you said softly, kneeling next to him to greet the dog.

“Just think, it’ll be tomorrow,” Tyler said, sitting up and brushing the dirt off his shirt, “Maybe we’ll bring Cash with us so they all can play together.”

“That’ll be good,” you said, “Hey buddy.”

Cash came over and almost knocked you over, slobbering kisses all over your face, too.

“Cash, c’mon man, I kiss that face,” he said, chuckling while standing up and holding his hand out for you.

“Like I don’t kiss yours,” you said, taking it and standing up.

“I am pretty kissable,” he said while smirking, “Let’s get inside and wash up before Auntie B yells at us.”

“On it,” you said, brushing your knees off while walking up the stairs to the front door. He grabbed the handle and pulled the door open.

“Ladies first,” he said, smiling and giving your butt a light smack while walking inside. This was new, but you were in front of someone else so you had to play it cool, but made a mental note to ask him about it later tonight when you were alone.

“I’m glad to see that you’re still a gentleman, Tyler,” his aunt said, “Your momma would be proud.”

“Well, I had two amazing women to raise me and whip me into shape,” he said, pouring two cups of coffee.

“Damn right you did,” she laughed, “So I’ll go out and take care of the horses if you want to do the chickens.”

“We can do that,” you said, “I’m sure Tyler can show me the ropes, but I’m sure it’s no different than the chickens my parents have.”

“They’re a handful and I’ve threatened to turn them into fried chicken,” she said while plating up hashbrowns, bacon, eggs, and toast.

“My dad not only threatened but then held out on that,” you laughed, “Was pretty good chicken.”

“When Tyler was younger a couple of the older chickens were chasing him around and pecking his rear,” she said, “Was pretty funny to watch from the porch.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t very fun running away from said chickens with a basket full of eggs,” Tyler said, sitting next to you and putting his arm on the back of your chair.

“You were, what, six?” She asked, placing plates in front of the both of you.

“Somewhere around that,” he said, “Definitely wasn’t old enough to know I could just kick them and they’d leave me alone.”

“I mean, you’re just pre-tenderizing the meat,” you said, taking a sip of your coffee. This made both Auntie B and Tyler laugh.

“I like this girl, Ty,” she said, “What took you so long to get her?”

“Well,” he said, trailing off.

“It was mainly my fault,” you said, interrupting him, “My past relationships left me pretty beaten up so if anyone tried I would usually brush them off or they’d give up trying.”

“Why do you say that they’d give up?” She asked, taking a bite of her toast.

“Let’s just say my heart is basically in Fort Knox,” you laughed slightly, “It takes a while before I start to trust people, men especially.”

“Good for you, know what you deserve,” she said, “It’s why I’ve been single after my first marriage fell apart.”

“Well, he wasn’t much of a man, Auntie B,” Tyler chimed in.

“Oh hush,” she said, waving him away.

“I’ve never heard anyone who doesn’t have a job, work ethic, is an alcoholic, and occasionally beat his wife who would do anything for him, a man,” he said, shoving a piece of bacon into his mouth.

“Ty, obviously she doesn’t want to talk about it,” you said, smacking his arm.

“It’s okay, (Y/n),” she said, finishing up her eggs, “He’s just protective, just like his father.”

“Can’t help it, it’s in my blood,” he said, finishing his toast.

“Nothing wrong with that,” you said, drinking the last of your coffee.

“You kids ready to get to work?” She said, taking the empty plates and putting them into the sink.

“As I’ll ever be,” Tyler said, getting up and stretching, “Been a while since I’ve done chores.”

“Been a lot longer for me,” you said, grabbing his ball cap and putting it on your head. You pulled your ponytail out the back and headed over to the door.

“The baskets are on the porch, dear,” she said, “Don’t be scared to give them a nudge with your feet.”

“Will do,” you said while cracking the door open, “Thank you for breakfast, Ms. Owens!”

“Call me Auntie B, honey,” she said, giving you a smile and a wave as she headed out the back door to the horses.

“And you were so worried she wouldn’t like you,” he whispered in your ear, putting his hands on your waist.

“Can’t help I’m a likable person,” you said, as he grabbed the baskets and headed down the stairs with you right behind him.

“More like lovable,” Tyler said, pulling you close and kissing your temple.

“Somedays,” you said, opening the door to the chicken coop to see a couple dozen chickens.

“You take one side, and I’ll take the other?” He asked, handing you a basket.

“Are you making this a challenge, Owens?” You asked, smirking and gripping the basket.

“What if I am?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Then you’re on,” you said, heading over to the first chicken box and grabbing the eggs left unmanned.

“Are we doing how fast or how many?” He asked, going to his first box where there was nothing.

“Why not both,” you said, grabbing another four eggs.

“Because how many is just a chance of luck with having the good side,” he said, going to the box under it and moving a chicken out of the way to collect the one egg.

“That sucks,” you said, laughing while already being down five boxes and having around two dozen eggs.

“Ow!” Tyler shouted while pulling his hand back and putting his hand to his mouth, “Mother clucker!”

“Careful, we don’t want a repeat of when you were six,” you laughed, “But on the other hand I’d love to see that.”

“It wouldn’t be as funny,” he said from behind his hand.

“Yeah, it’d be ten times more funny since you’re a grown adult,” you said, looking over at him with a big smile to be met with an annoyed glare.

“I can’t help that chickens don’t like me,” he said, trying the next box.

“Chickens don’t like anyone, but they can sense fear,” you said, being close to the end of the row of boxes for your side.

“Okay, maybe I have an irrational fear of chickens,” he said, trying to get more eggs from under a chicken.

“Want me to help you?” You asked, trying to hold back a laugh while holding your basket of overflowing eggs, “I’m pretty sure I won.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, looking down at his basket to see maybe a dozen eggs.

Want more? Here's Chapter Nineteen!

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irisintheafterglow · 6 months ago

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of daisies and collisions

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ now playing: thelonious monk - "green chimney's"

summary: nanami kento felt a little out of his element, with a small bundle of flowers sitting in his lap and brooding in the dark corner of the jazz bar. yet, you play that song he likes again, and nothing else matters. (nanami x you)

wc: 1.9k

cw/tags: strangers to lovers (??), first meeting, banter-driven fluff with a little bit of angst at the beginning, gojo cameo

note: FIRST TIME WRITING FOR NANAMI RAHHHHHH. thank you to @yutaleks for donating as a part of @ficsforgaza !!! also,,, threw in a little reference for @mididoodles my og nanami lover. i hope you like this :))

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

Nanami Kento considered himself a simple man.

A week ago, he would have clocked out of work and driven home alone, maybe throwing a baking show on the TV while he made pan-fried dinner in solitude. Nothing got past Nanami’s walls because he didn’t let them. Simple, easy, boring–that was his life since leaving Jujutsu society. Nothing exciting and nothing new, life passed him by and he allowed it to slip through his fingers like water, letting himself become pulled into the mundane pushing-and-pulling tide of everyday life. He wasn’t a sorcerer anymore; just a working man with too much time on his hands, seeing shadows no one else could. Yet, the thought lingered in his mind: who was benefiting from his efforts?

That was his existence, up until a week ago when a novice driver scraped the hood of his car in just the right way to make the engine go completely kaput.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, sir!”

“I am aware of your remorse. Kindly give me your information so we can handle this in a timely manner.”

“Yes, sir. Of course, sir!” He exhaled through his nose. The boy couldn’t have been older than eighteen and any other decent adult would have sympathy for the kid. Nanami, however, couldn’t be bothered and took down the teenager’s license and registration with as minimal words as possible. Soon enough, his phone was pressed to his cheek as he called a cab, the nearest one being at least fifteen minutes away. Before he could slip his phone back into his pocket, he senses a body rushing toward his seconds until an inevitable impact. He tries to pivot so that the figure brushes past his arm instead of colliding, but it’s no use. Your shoulder rams into his and you stumble, briefly aware of his hand brushing your forearm to catch you.

“Sorry about that!” You’re giving him an apologetic smile, still continuing in your current direction. You’re clutching a small stack of papers and you grasp at them as they start to slip from your arms. He gapes unexpectedly, meeting your eyes from over your shoulder. His silence seems to concern you and you take a few steps back toward him with drawn eyebrows. “A-Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” he forces out after a moment, taking a disorienting amount of time to regain his bearings. Why was he so startled by you? “Are you–”

“Okay, great! I have to,” you stutter, gesturing the opposite way, “I have to go. I’m so sorry about running into you, again. Have a good one!” Nanami finds his hand acting on its own, stretching out to grab your attention before you’re gone. He’s a millisecond too late and realizes with a weight in his stomach why he couldn’t stop staring at you. There was something attached to you, something inhuman. It was nearly imperceptible because of your normalcy and any other sorcerer would have missed it, but he saw it, the grotesquely snake-like Curse winding its coils around your neck. The question comes into the forefront of his mind again: who was benefiting from his efforts?

Shit.

He trails after you without thinking, without any regard as to whether he would miss the cab or get home after the sun disappears. You’re texting someone frantically while still shuffling around your papers, checking street signs every so often before taking a sharp turn right into a brick building Nanami had never entered before. MIDI’S: JAZZ AND DRINKS, read the neon yellow sign, and he pushes through the door without another moment’s hesitation.

“How are we feeling tonight, ladies and gentlemen?” Cheering, a few hoots and hollers. It’s comfortingly warm in the dark space, dimly lit by a few dandelion lanterns and a tasteful amount of plain candles. There’s a bar tucked into the left wall with two bartenders chatting up distinguished-looking customers. Crowded tables and attendees lounging in creaky chairs litter the space, sipping from honey-colored bottles and crystal glasses. It’s homey, Nanami thinks. Not necessarily his usual crowd, but he could find solace in it. “We’ve got a lot more music up for you tonight, featuring our very own pride of Midi’s.” Nanami’s eyes are drawn to the circular stage at the center of the room, where the announcer gestures behind her to a person seated at the piano. He blinks once, then twice, before realizing that it’s you. You smile into the darkness, wincing a bit when the snake Curse around your shoulders squeezes tauntingly. You had no idea of the danger you were in, which Nanami figured was the reason he orders a glass of bourbon and finds a less-crowded corner of the club.

Your fingers dance on the keys of the piano, gliding and crossing over each other lighter than touching a paintbrush to a canvas. Your movements are smooth and unrestrained, flawless except for the momentary constriction of the Curse attached to you. The Curse’s eyes find Nanami’s and it seems to smile, constricting harder than it had previously while maintaining eye contact. You cough hard enough that your song is interrupted and the other musicians around you quickly cover for you as you struggle for a drink of water. The Curse was restricting your ability to play, and his body again reacted before his mind.

He focuses a significant amount of Cursed Energy into his balled fist–not enough to be noticeable to non-sorcerers, but enough to serve as a warning for the Curse blocking your airway. It recoils like a vampire caught in direct sunlight, slinking away into the darkness behind the piano. It was still attached to you, but he knew it wouldn’t pester you for the rest of your performance. Exorcizing the Curse himself was risky, since you’d recognize Nanami as soon as he was in close proximity. As the last step in his quiet plan to keep you safe, he opens his messages and scrolls through the endless amount of heart-emoji texts he left unanswered, sending his location to the one contact in his phone that isn't involved with being a salaryman.

> LOCATION SENT - NANAMI KENTO TO GOJO SATORU

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“That’s them? That’s why you send me to a jazz bar at 7:00 P.M. on a Thursday?”

“Don’t call them ‘that,’ Gojo. It’s crass,” Nanami mutters, another sip of bourbon burning down his throat. The blindfolded sorcerer beside him shrugs indifferently, considering you again. You’re playing with more life than you were the week prior, when the Curse was snug around your neck like a deadly scarf. He might have imagined it, but Nanami could have sworn you caught his eye and winked at him. Gojo insists those winks were for him, though. “But, yes. They are the reason I sent you that message.”

“Why’d you do it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why’d you follow them and get involved, anyway? It’s not like you to get concerned with things that don’t benefit the collective. At least, not since you left,” Gojo replies. It’s harsh, a little blunter than Gojo’s usual lackadaisical comments, but he’s right. Nanami hadn’t been worried about a single person besides himself in a long while, however much he didn’t like to admit it. He was fine protecting his own simple, boring existence, until he realized just how much he wanted to protect your existence too. Nanami Kento was a selfish man, inside, and he considered his actions to keep you safe not altruism, but an extension of his selfishness. That’d be too hard to express to Gojo, though, so he settles for mirroring his former colleague’s indifferent shrug.

“Felt like the correct path to follow,” he answers. The small bundle of daisies sitting in Nanami’s lap weighs heavier than a dumbbell, and it occurs to him just how out of his element he was. He was used to things being clean-cut and easy, but his recent interest in getting to know you had thrown off his entire livelihood. “We are to keep people safe, are we not?”

“I’m supposed to keep those people safe. I don’t really know what you’re doing anymore,” Gojo drawls. “Though, I will say, they’re really pretty. You think I can pull them?”

“The only thing pulling you is my arm out of this establishment if you don’t be quiet,” Nanami deadpans. “Plus,” he looks down at the stray flower petals sprinkling his dress pants, “I have first dibs.”

You smile at him when he approaches you sidestage after your set, visibly more relaxed without the Curse on your back. Gojo was long gone doing who-knows-what, leaving Nanami to deal with the unwanted fluttering in his gut.

“You’re back again. Enjoy the show last week?”

“Yes,” he affirms, “You are incredibly talented.”

“Thank you.” Your eyes flick down to the flowers in his fist, comically small in comparison to his large hands. “Those for me?”

“Y-Yes, of course,” he sputters, handing you the bunch more stiff than he planned. A silent understanding hides behind your expression; you can see through him like glass. Somehow, he doesn’t mind. “Were you–”

“Are you–” You both speak at the same time and abruptly trail off, insisting that the other goes first. “Please,” you concede with a wave of your hand, “go ahead.”

“I was going to ask if you were playing here for the first time when we ran into each other, last week.”

“Was it that obvious?” You rub the back of your neck with your hand, your smile turning playfully embarrassed. “I had this weird cough that was messing with my health, so that’s why I was running late. It was also probably why I collided with you on the sidewalk,” you chuckle.

“I am unbothered,” he admits. His thoughts slip out from his mouth without thinking. “I wouldn’t mind if you collided with me again.” Your eyes widen and Nanami can feel his face begin to burn, Gojo’s devilish grin at the back of his mind accusing him of being terrible at relationships. “I-I’m not sure why I said that–”

“It’s Kento, right?” You’re peering at him curiously, as if you were trying to hold in a laugh. The sound of his name on your lips is more intoxicating than any amount of alcohol from the bar.

“Yes, how did you–”

“The blindfolded guy came up to me during my break and said he was with you,” you state, the corner of your mouth still quirking like you were hiding a secret. “You have weird friends.” You didn’t know half of it.

“Right,” he forces out. You didn’t seem to mind how goofy Nanami was acting; in fact, something in his head told him that you liked it. “Well, I-I apologize for such a bold–”

“You know,” you cut in as the back of your hand delicately brushes the tiny flowers in your hand. “My set tomorrow night ends early and there’s a really good sandwich shop just up the street. Maybe I could collide with you there?”

“That would–Yes, I would like that,” he barely replies. You tear a corner from your sheet music and scribble something onto it. You press it into his palm as you head backstage, your touch electrifying every single nerve you made contact with.

“See you tomorrow,” you wave with that same small smile he was losing himself to. For better or for worse, something about meeting you made Nanami unwilling to go back to that simple, easy way he was living before.

GREEN CHIMNEY’S (PG. 3)

(XXX) XXX-XXXX

here’s that song you like, it’s the one you smile at every time <3

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lilyoffandoms · 9 months ago

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My March Challenge Masterlist

So my February challenge is almost done (one more to finish if Tyril’s face decides to cooperate) and I am obsessed (putting it mildly) with flowers and the language of flowers so watch me give all the flowers to all the characters for this month @choicesmonthlychallenge haha

Elam (TCH) for me

Daisy: purity, innocence

Goldenrod: good luck, pioneering spirit

Violet: modesty, strength, gracefulness

Spring Beauties: ephemeral nature, new beginnings

Ivy: everlasting life, devotion, loyalty

Sean (ES) for @3rdstreetfrank

Forget-Me-Nots: true love memories

Mal x Daenarya (Blades) for storyofmychoices

Baby’s Breath: everlasting love

Lancelot du Lac (Guinevere)

Sweet William: gallantry

Zoey Day (MOTY) requested by @inlocusmads

Orange Zinnias: success, drive, & family bonds

Aster Nightbloom (Blades) for @dutifullynuttywitch

Ivy: endurance, faithfulness

Speedwell: travel, kindness, & loyalty

Aster: trusting

Calla Lily: magnificence (as a nod to Mr. Magnificent)

Trystan Thorne (CoP)

Gardenia: secret love

Gabriel Rose (CoP)

Black-Eyed Susan: justice

Aerin Valleros (Blades)

Zinnias: Lasting affection

Coreopsis: growth

Bachelor’s Button: hope & resilience

Gerbera: loyal love

Snapdragon: deception

Crocosmia lucifer: wicked playfulness

Rams Erndheart (TE)

Inspired by this edit

Ava Cunningham (ILITW)

Snapdragon: magic, truth-telling, & broken curse

Nyx & Luna Rose (Blades) for @storyofmychoices

Angel Trumpets: creativity/inspiration, honor granted to a higher being/power

Devil’s Trumpets: power and caution

Wind (LOA) for @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Blackthorne: fate, protection, hope against adversity

Gabriel Adalhard (ID) for @aria-ashryver

Marigold: warmth, cheerfulness

Cosmos: stubbornness, determination, harmony, joy, peace, & resilience

Clem Hawthorne & Nolia Julivert (TPS)

Clematis: wisdom, travel, & determination

Magnolia: nobility, perseverance, & dignity

Adan McIntyre (AME)

Sunflower: loyalty & abundance

Poppy: peace & hopeful future

Lily of the Valley: happiness, luck, & love

#my masterlist #march 2024 masterlist #my art ish thing

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lizzie-is-here · 2 years ago

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bucky barnes oneshot

the white cat part 2

bucky barnes x fem! reader

alpine turns out to be the best matchmaker (sorry nat ily)

a/n: a part two? slay very short and sweet 🫶 also short note this time hope you enjoy unless you wanna hear ab my weird dream: ok so like a week ago i like literally lived out three years and i met a guy first year in college while majoring in astronomy and we started dating and he was super sweet and got me flowers and one time it was snowing and we danced on the lawn, but anyway it was my junior year around christmas and i was in the library studying for finals and he came in with daisies and take out to help me but THEN I FUCKING WOKE UP WTF? still mad

the white cat pt. 1

The first date had gone perfectly. Bucky had shown up at the animal shelter right on time, and you had changed in the bathroom to a more date-appropriate outfit. A Japanese steakhouse, a bottle of champagne, and a walk home later, you’d both been eager to schedule another. And three more.

So now, you’re sitting in a back corner of a café (date number five, for those keeping track at home), trying to not stare too hard at the man in front of you.

“Coffee is so much better, holy shit,” he mumbles. You’d recommended a caramel frappuccino, though you’re now mildly convinced he may run off to date it.

“Yeah?” you laugh. “I bet a lot of things are better now.”

Bucky nods, watching the way the corners of your eyes crinkle when you chuckle. He likes that you don’t avoid the topic of his past. Contrary to popular belief, not every moment of his early life was horrible.

Just most of it. Like, seventy years out of one hundred. 70%. Could be worse.

He pulls himself back into reality. “Temperature control? Best thing that’s ever been invented.”

“Oh, really? I’d say modern electronics-“ You gesture around, where students are typing away on laptops and groups of friends are showing each other pictures. “-but I could be biased.”

“Don’t shit talk the flip phone! It works well enough for me.”

“Oh, no. No shit talking here.”

When both of you finish your drinks, you walk Bucky back to his apartment, even though he definitely doesn’t need any extra protection. You enjoy the trek up the stairs you’d normally loathe, and reaching his door makes a weight sink in your chest. He opens it a crack.

Before you can even say goodbye, a white blur races out, ramming into your leg and making you stumble.

Right into Bucky.

“Shit, sorry!”

“She normally isn’t like this-“

The two of you speak at the same time before your eyes lock, breathing syncing as your thoughts both race and stop entirely.

His thoughts race. ‘Is five dates enough to kiss? Probably, right? But it was different then- this isn’t back then, dumbass! Okay, but what do I do? God, she’s pretty this close. Do I lean in? I should lean in, I’m taller than her. Curse you and bless you, Alpine, I’ll get you some Fancy Feast after this-‘

And you only have one thought.

‘Fuck it.’

Pulling him in, your last and only thought leaves the moment your lips touch. His hands hesitantly settle on your back and waist, relaxing when you sigh.

The troublemaker responsible nudges you again, albeit much gentler, purring up at you.

“Hey, Alpine,” you greet, scooping her up. She stretches out and turns limp in your arms. Shit-eating brat. You love her, though. “So, um…” You trail off, but the silence isn’t doesn’t linger for long.

Bucky opens the door fully, nodding inside.

“Would you wanna come in for a bit? Not that you have to, but-“ The way he grins and darts his tongue out across his lips is more convincing than you need. “-your call.”

White ball of fluff in your arms, you agree wholeheartedly.

“How about a movie?” you ask, stepping inside.

Bucky shrugs as you let Alpine down. “I’ve got a list of some Sam told me to watch.” The cat runs to the couch like she knows you’ll end up there.

“We can start there.”

#marvel #marvel x reader #x reader #avengers #avengers x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky fic #bucky fluff #bucky x reader fluff #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic

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thehyperrequiem · 3 months ago

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Brother Train (Brother Bear Duology Parody) Cast

“Roy is a young pizza boy brave with a particular distaste for trains. When his uncle Louie is killed by one, Roy in turn kills the train, only to be magically transformed into one himself. To make matters worse, his friend Robby vows to kill the Train Roy has become. Roy’s only hope is a magical mountain where he believes he can be changed back to a human, and he enlists a real train, Percy, to get him there.”

Brother Train 2 - “This animated tale finds big train Henry (Roy) emerging from hibernation with a ferocious hunger. When he goes to eat some coal with his little brother, Percy and his Friend Thomas, he encounters his old human friend, Moe. He has a pressing problem, though. He wants to get married, but first has to burn his amulet at Hokani Falls. Since Roy was the one who gave it to Moe, he must accompany him. Together, they head out to the waterfall for a transformative adventure.”

Roy (Flipline) as Kenai (Human)

Henry (Thomas and Friends) as Kenai (Bear)

Percy (Thomas and Friends) as Koda

Cutman and Gutsman (Megaman) as Rutt and Tuke

Robby (Flipline) as Denahi

Papa Louie (Flipline) as Sitka (Human)

Miraidon (Pokemon) as Sitka (Eagle)

Matcha Cookie (Cookie Run) as Tanana

Fireman and Iceman (Megaman) as The Rams

Gordon (Thomas and Friends) as Tug

Ivan (Thomas and Friends) as Russian Bear

Mavis (Thomas and Friends) as Old Bear

Connor and Caitlyn (Thomas and Friends) as Lover Bears

Various Engines as Bears

Iron Treads (Pokemon) as Mammoths

Dustman and Blockman (Megaman) as The Chipmunks

Daisy (Thomas and Friends) as Koda’s Mother

Moe (Flipline) as Nita (Human)

Hiro (Thomas and Friends) as Nita (Bear)

Thomas (Thomas and Friends) as Himself/Koda’s Friend

Cassie O’Pia (Psychonauts) as Innoko

Red Velvet Cookie (Cookie Run) as Atka

Licorice Cookie and Poison Mushroom Cookie (Cookie Run) as Atka’s Henchmen

Seymour (Flipline) as Chilkoot

Stoneman and Metalman (Megaman) as Anda and Kata

Chill Penguin (Megaman X) as Bering the Raccoon

Nevada and Utah (Flipline) as Aunt Siqiniq and Taqqiq

Various Mechanical Characters as The Animals

Various Humans as The Villagers

#crossover cast #crossover casting #brother bear #Flipline #Thomas and Friends #Pokemon #Megaman #Psychonauts #Cookie Run

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contreparry · 1 year ago

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For DADWC... squishing the other's cheek, for what ever pairing you like :) Happy Friday!

Absolutely! Here’s some Carver x Merrill for @dadrunkwriting !

He was adorable.

No one else saw it, as far as Merrill could tell. They saw a tall, sturdy, sullen warrior, a wall of solid muscle that could serve as bulwark and battering ram. Carver Hawke was a menace in a fight and a grump in all other respects- at least, that was what everyone else seemed to think. Not Merrill, though, but Merrill figured that it was because she trained herself to look underneath first impressions and dig into the depths for truth. So she saw what others might not at a first or second glance. And her conclusion was rational, based on her extensive research and understanding of Shem customs and Hawke peculiarities.

Carver Hawke was ADORABLE.

It was the combination of his ferocity and awkwardness that appealed to her. The dichotomy was fascinating: for all of his confidence and skill with a sword or his own fists, Carver Hawke fumbled for words whenever he was out of his depth. Conversation didn’t come easily to him. He tended to put his foot in his mouth and say the worst thing at the worst time. He was as sour as unripe blackberries. But he tried to be kind. Merrill saw how hard he tried, awkward apologies and stiff reconciliatory gestures and all. He was much better at showing that he cared than saying the words. He always made sure she got to the Alienage safely, and Isabela told her that he served as a competent (if grumpy) escort through Darktown.

And Merrill liked him. Liked the look of him, tall as a tree and broad, with a face that was suited towards brooding as much as Marian’s face tended towards merry laughter. Merrill took particular joy in turning Carver Hawke’s mood around, drawing him out of his sullenness until he was flustered or baffled or laughing or some combination of the three. Perhaps it was foolish of her, but she enjoyed the fruits of her efforts. She loved seeing his smile, loved how he had a dimple in his cheek, loved that there was still something sweet and innocent under all that gloom and weight of sorrow that Carver bore on his shoulders.

So perhaps Merrill didn’t just like Carver Hawke, but she could keep that a secret for now. No need to make him anxious just yet. Though it was very difficult right now, what with them sitting around a table at The Hanged Man and playing a round of Wicked Grace. She nearly had the hang of it- she knew all the pictures on the cards and had a sense of which cards were more valuable. She was better than Anders, and nearly beat Aveline last week! Merrill was certain she would never match Fenris' level- he had an almost uncanny sense about who was bluffing when he deigned to play. And winning against Isabela was impossible. Tonight, however, Merrill was quite certain she had a better hand than Carver this round. He was scowling at his cards, his cheeks flushed from the fire, the ale, and Isabela and Marian’s blatant flirting.

And it was adorable. He was adorable! She could hardly stand it! Merrill lay her cards face down on the scarred surface of the table and took Carver’s cheeks in her hands, the warmth of his skin bleeding into her palms as he stared up into her face. His bright sky blue eyes went wide with surprise.

“Carver," Merrill declared solemnly. "You'll never beat Fenris if you keep making faces."

"W-what?"

"You wrinkle your nose when you have a bad hand, Carver. You have a nice nose. And-" Merrill pressed her fingers into Carver's round, soft cheeks. Cute! So adorable! Oh, he was flushing as pink as a sunrise, pink as the inside of a sea shell, pink pink pink-

"Okay, Daisy, you might have imbibed a little too much ale," Varric teased while Carver’s skin grew hotter to her touch. Merrill shook her head and squeezed Carver’s cheeks one last time before she let go and returned to her seat. Fenris made a funny sort of sound, something that might have been a laugh (or maybe he was choking on his drink?) while Anders complained about table talk. Not that it mattered, because he was losing. Badly.

“Don’t worry, Carver,” Merrill promised. “I’ll help you beat Fenris. But only because you’re cute.”

#my writing #da drunk writing circle

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leresq · 1 year ago

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Rewatching the Sequels; some notes

The sequels do a good job of showing how brutal the First Order is in a way the original trilogy never showed. These are supposed to be space not-sees and the sequels were the first to display their cruelty

Watch the Stormtrooper Paradox on YouTube, it explains my shared gripe of the idea that First Order stormtroopers are child soldiers being brushed off.

Kylo Ren is cool idgaf what anyone says. Phasma is cool. Hux is cool. Pryce is cool. The Praetorian Guard are cool. If you disregard everything else about Snoke he's cool. Btw they wasted Smoke, it would have taken one writers' meeting to come up with something better.

I didn't like how the Mandalorian just took Baby Yoda out of the plot line I thought wrapped everything up nicely but now I realise if Baby Yoda stayed with Luke then the implication is Ren killed him so nvm :)

Dave Filoni's work is really helping bridge the gap between the original and sequel trilogies

The battle of Crait although just a rehash of Empire Strikes Back is too cool to discount

The fact that Poe, Finn, and Rose's plan was the reason nearly half of the transports heading to Crait were destroyed was really interesting. If they hadn't separated they wouldn't have met DJ, and DJ wouldn't have told the First Order the plan. I wish they'd have given some guilt to the characters tho.

Holdo's sacrifice is super cool but I'm not sure about the scientifics of it all.

Being in the way of that battering ram should have given Finn some nasty burns at the very least, it was melting through metal.

Are Force projections mental or visual?? Because Ben and Rey could see each other but I don't think Luke saw Ben in the hut, which means it would have to be mental. Also C3PO saw the projection..? Palpatine had to be connecting Rey and Ben, not Snoke. If someone as powerful as Luke died by projecting himself, then there's no way Snoke would have had the power to connect two entirely different people.

Kylo Ren should have seen that the projection was fake because Luke has his lightsaber, which he snapped in half just thirty minutes ago. It could be miswritten, but I see it as Ren being so enraged that he didn't notice.

I wish they wouldn't have killed Luke, but I thought they did it right. I cried rewatching it, and I've seen the movie three times before this.

"Snoke trained you well." "I killed Snoke. I'll kill you." "You killed Snoke? Damn that's a shame, well good thing I got a jar of them right here!"

I don't mind force healing and blaster freezing, I just wish they'd tuck it into the story more neatly.

They did Rose dirty in ROS

I know Jakku already existed in legends, but Pasaana could have easily been Jakku or Tattooine.

Was the C3PO disrespect supposed to be funny? It wasn't.

Zorii should have died, her surviving literally served no purpose to the story, in fact he death would have served it better.

Domhnall Gleeson's acting is some of the best I've seen in Star Wars.

Rey Palpatine is stupid. It would have been nicer if Rey was just a nobody who became special because of her actions and determination, not bloodline.

Kylo Ren being stabbed by Rey and surviving actually makes sense because I can imagine the wound would be cauterised long enough for Rey to heal it

I think it would have been a satisfactory end if Rey and Ben Solo died

Some people are Finn x Rey, some people are Finn x Rose, we all know the truth is Finn x Poe

It's a shame Daisy Ridley's career hasn't had much luck, she's a good actor.

Rey should have said "Just Rey" in response to the old woman. She's taking agency of her own identity and not letting it be based off what other people tell her. She's not a Solo, she's not a Skywalker, she's not a Palpatine, she's her own person now.

The sequels just seem like they would have been better written by someone on AO3. They're not abysmally terrible, it's just hard to look past their shortcomings. The music, acting, and animation are the best parts.

#star wars #star wars sequels #the force awakens #the last jedi #the rise of skywalker

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govindhtech · 2 months ago

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New MSI Z890 Motherboards Designed For Intel Core Ultra

MSI Z890 Motherboards

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hauntedheroines · 4 years ago

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diaryofanobsessivefangirl · 4 years ago

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Checklist for the bro antagonist who lust for his sis

By James Obrien and Prince Ram:

buys her everything under the pretense of being a caring brother

buys her flowers, just ‘cause

drives boys away despite lacking the guts to make a move himself

has alcoholic tendencies specially when his sister is involved

wants to keep her financially dependent of him

holds tight to whatever evidence that she might desire him secretly

is hot aff

is driven insane by guilt and craving

Am I missing something?

#Flawed #Sarah O’Brien #James O’Brien #Kate Avelynn #Princess Daisy (1983)#Daisy x Ram #James x Sarah #Villain x Heroine

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fairydust006 · 4 years ago

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Great movie!Romantic and funny!🤦🏾‍♀️🤣

#ray panthaki #One crazy thing #Daisy Bevan #netflix away #ram arya #ramma #emma x ram #away on netflix #jay veer

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scented-morker · 2 years ago

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Meet Cutes (or uglies) with Enha

stranger enha x f!reader, fluff, lots of different lengths, not proof read

Hee

It was one of the first days that it had really felt like fall, low seventies and no humidity

So you were taking a walk (way to get those steps in icon) to celebrate being able to go outside without melting onto the sidewalk

Eventually you hit one side street that must have been ahead of all the rest because there were already brown leaves scattered all across the sidewalk

Upon further inspection, you realized just how crunchy the leaves were… which obviously set you off on a leaf crunching spree, looking at your feet to find the biggest, crunchiest looking leaves

The sounds were happily itching your brain until you rammed straight into someone, having been too focused on your feet to notice Heeseung walking straight at you

You profusely apologize, but he just thinks it’s cute— he asks the expert to show him which leaves are crunchy so he can join you

Jay

You hated going places by yourself, being alone always felt awkward and you ended up staring at your phone the whole time trying to look busy

So you challenged yourself to go out alone and not look at your phone— personal growth and such

Which leads you to a dressing room, the little black dress you tried in looking very not little as it gapes open on your back

If only you had brought literally anyone with you to zip you up

But no, you just had to make yourself a more rounded person smh

But Jay being the Angel that he is notices your pouting in the mirror and the way you continuously wriggle to try and reach the zipper behind you

(If you’ve ever had to do this ik yk what I mean 😭 that’s mega embarrassing for us)

So, ever the gentleman, he approaches and asks if you want help.

Normally you’d be like ew no creep, but he’s really pretty and looks nice and you really wanna see what the dress looks like, so you give him permission

No way he even brushes your back, mans is mega respectful with his hands

He steps back once you’re all zipped up and watches as you try and decide how you feel about it

“It looks good.”

You hadn’t realized he was still there, but you meet his eyes in the reflection of the mirror, immediately going red and looking away when he says his next words.

“Maybe you can wear it, say, this Friday night? 7?”

Jake

Stupid awkward wedding receptions (ik weddings are different in different cultures so I’m sorry for whitewashing this headcanon, toss the bouquet and garter are probably very USA)

Some random girl from your work was getting married, and she invited the whole office.

Obviously you weren’t going to be rude (or pass up free food) so you put on one of your old dresses and sat through the whole hour long ceremony

Then came the part you were actually waiting for: the reception 🎉🎉

All the fun stuff happens, you get free food and drinks and the couple does their first dance (which you admit was cute even if she’s your least favorite coworker)

And then you’re getting drug onto the floor because she’s about to toss the bouquet and knows you’re painfully single

You swear she was aiming right at you, because you didn’t even move— hoping other girls would be risking it all for the daisies

But OF COURSE it ends up in your hands, and you’re forced to sit awkwardly at the side while her husband does the same thing with her garter

You didn’t expect the guys to try too hard, but Jake did not come to play, especially after seeing the pretty girl that caught the bouquet

So he knocks Jay over to catch the small piece of cloth, and then gets to dance with you ( W for Jake)

The song is good, just fast enough that it doesn’t feel overly romantic, but slow enough that you two end up slow dancing

At first you were terrified that it would be awkward, but Jake is cute and talkative and you don’t even realize it when the song is over.

“How about another one?”

Sunghoon

Listen, you knew studying wasn’t your thing.

But a tiny part in your brain thought for see if you went to a cute little cafe and got a coffee , your frontal lobe would be forced to do its job

Which apparently, everyone else at your school also thought. Because when you get to the coffeehouse it’s packed.

Students everywhere, coffees and computers set up and not a single free table.

There’s only one spot that includes a free seat and is close enough to an outlet because you forgot to charge your laptop again

And it’s right across from Sunghoon, an intimidatingly handsome guy your age who looks to have just gotten to the shop as well

You approach him, quietly asking if you can take the chair across from him— to which he doesn’t even look up, just nods his head and continues writing

So flash forward, you’ve ordered your coffee and are midway through the first chapter of your reading when the waiter brings the cup over

You mumble a thank you, reaching out to grab it without looking up

You take a sip, immediately shooting your eyes away from the text to see the cup in your hand, a deep black color

You make eye contact with the boy across from you, who’s trying to hold in a laugh

“I think you grabbed the wrong drink”

You look back down at the cup, embarrassed out of your mind

“I’m so sorry, I’ll buy you a new one”

You stand up and he quickly grabs your wrist. “Do you even know what it is?”

“Based off of what it tasted like, I was gonna order you a large battery acid latte”

He just shakes his head, letting out an airy chuckle before standing up and going with you to the counter

“I’m glad I was able to introduce you to real coffee.”

Cue the fighting about the best drinks and health benefits of drinking battery acid vs straight sugar, which leads to no homework getting done and a date at the same place the next day

Sunoo

You were out doing some research for your school assignment

Somehow your teacher decided it would be smart to make her students interview strangers to collect data

“Yes, hello, do you know anything about space?”

Most of the people you’d asked were boring, giving you the bare minimum (except the one lady who talked for twenty minutes and the old man who yelled at you )

Until you stopped Sunoo, appearing excitedly in front of him and asking if he knew the difference between a comet and an asteroid

You were so cute, and he wanted to impress you so bad ‼️

So he stood there for a while, going “it’s right on the tip of my tongue, I’m not stupid, I swear I know it!” (He did not know it)

Eventually you move on, continuing to ask him more opinion based questions before deciding to be bold because when else would you ever see the extremely cute guy again

“Last question: are you single?”

Homeboy was a tomato, nervous giggling and all.

“I am for now…are you busy after this?”

Jungwon

You hated your best friend.

Okay not really, she was your best friend— but right now you hated her

There was no hesitation in your mind when she asked you to come to her Winter Formal dance— hee boyfriend dumped her the week before and she needed a last minute date

So there you were, at a school you’ve never been to before in your nicest dress while loud pop music blares into your ears

The only issue was that suddenly your friends ex had decided he wanted her back, and now you were stuck third wheeling as they danced a little too close to each other for your comfort

Which was bad enough when a fun song was on, but when the dj started a love song, sending it out to “all the lovers out there” that was your last straw

You ignore their kissing as you try to navigate between all the dancing couples to get to a table to sit at until either the song was over or you called your mom to rescue you

Unfortunately for you, the floor was very crowded, and you ended up bumping into someone

When you turned to apologize, you came face to face with the cutest boy you’ve ever seen, his dimples flashing as he gave you a reassuring smile “don’t worry about it, are you okay?”

You nod your head, still too enamored to respond, but soon his friends start bumping him, and you’re back to looking for an escape, convinced they all think your weird

Instead, the boy looks at his feet, avoiding your eyes as he says “would you maybe want to dance? I think you’re really pretty.”

You stare blankly for a minute, to which he quickly adds “unless you’re here with someone I’m sorry for asking,” but you quickly cut him off, offering him your hand

“I’d love to!”

And your best friend was once again your favorite person because you got to dance with Jungwon all night

Riki

Listen, you’re not a child anymore so you’re totally allowed to go to the grocery store at any time that you want

Which includes ten pm(22:00)

So there you were, standing in the candy aisle, contemplating if you really needed the family sized bag of Sour Patch Kids

When this giant comes running through the aisle next to you

You collide, and he’s at least nice enough to help you up, giving you his hand and making sure you’re stable again before tearing off in the opposite direction

He turns back almost as fast as he left, running up to you and staring into your eyes

“Will you cover me up with toilet paper?”

You stare at him in bewilderment. You were worried about meeting crazy people this late at night, but the seven foot tall kid your age was not the kind of evil you were picturing

“I’m sorry what?”

“The next aisle over is toilet paper and stuff and me and my friends are playing hide and seek. If I crawl on the shelf can you cover me back up?”

You stare for another moment, realizing how childish this is, but you quickly realize that you basically are children and say yes

You’ve barely hidden Riki from sight by the time another boy is racing past you, quickly double taking when he sees you standing there

You worry he’s got you figured out, you knew it was unrealistic for you to be thinking so hard about toilet paper brands, but the boy just stands next to you.

“Hi, I’m Jake”

“Yn” you respond, confused why he’s speaking to you if he didn’t know you helped his friend

It isn’t until a minute later when he asks for your number that you realize he was trying to flirt with you

Although it seems to be the same time Riki does, because suddenly there’s toilet paper flying off the shelves and he’s yelling at his hyung.

You try not to laugh at Jake’s squeal when Riki popped out, but soon they’re both running out of the aisle, Riki yelling back to you

“I’ll be back for your number, just give me one second to murder my hyung”

#first real post in a while #some are eh but they were fun to write!!#enhypen scenarios #enhypen reactions #enhypen drabbles #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen x you #enhypen jay scenarios #enhypen heeseung scenarios #enhypen sunghoon scenarios #enhypen jake scenarios #enhypen sunoo scenario #enhypen jungwon scenarios #enhypen niki scenarios

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absolutebl · 2 years ago

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Hi.....if you don't mind me asking, who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be can be canon or non-canon)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

I never have, this is a BL blog tho, so I'm sticking to my POV.

Top 10 Favorite Romantic Leads in BL

(in no particular order, I love them all.)

Togawa & Nosue - Old Fashion Cupcake

Ae & Pete - Love By Chance

JaeYoung & SangWoo - Semantic Error

ShinWoo & TaeKyung - Light On Me

Pat & Pran - Bad Buddy

X & Q - 21 Days Theory

Solo & Gui - Oxygen

Sato & BoChen - See You After Quarantine?

Le & Amber - DNA Says Love You

Guang & Qizhang - About Youth

I mostly picked ones who don’t have a ton of angst and willful miscommunication. Also I like couples where we actually see them together in a relationship. I like an on screen dynamic that has a physical component too. In other words i want to see good, caring boyfriends who actually want each other and are shown that way (and not just at the end, sorry Utsukushii Kare.)

Side Couple Favorites

Pick & Rome - Puppy Honey

Ram & King - My Engineer

Mark & OuWen - Love is Science

Khun & Kaow - Brothers

Pitch & Bank - Golden Blood

Touch & Daisy - SCOY

Copy & Nampu - Top Secret Together

Champ & Doc - TharnType 2

San & Aei - You're My Sky

Jack & Zhao - H3: Trapped

I picked specifically couples where I find their actual relationship as a couple both romantic and admirable. For example leads from some of my top BLs aren't on my list because they are often slightly annoying, as a couple, in some way or another that was used to drive the story.

(this post as of Oct 2022, not responsible for couples that come after)

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years ago

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One Shot Smut Challenge

Neglected - Cillian Murphy X wife!reader One Shot

Warning - masturbation (f) - Daddy kink - mild Degradation Kink (calls her some choice names...) - Smut

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton @jardinsecos @bitchwhytho @gypsy-girl-08 @queenofkings1212 @look-at-the-soul

"He's a fucking ASSHOLE," You yelled down the hands free on your way home from picking up the grocery shopping that Saturday afternoon. You were that angry you'd actually pulled the car over in the next street from your Monkstown home to carry on your rant without risking intentionally running some poor pedestrian over, or ramming into some unsuspecting persons car.

"What's Cillian done this time..." Your best friend Niamh laughed down the phone.

"Picked him up from the airport at 2 o clock this morning, he passes out in the fucking car because he's had one too many glasses of Rioja on the flight. Manage to get the pisshead into the house and up the stairs, where he again passes out in bed. He's barely said two words to his fucking girlfriend at this point, despite the fact he's been away from her for nearly four months."

"Oh shit..."

"Oh shit in-fucking-deed!!! THEN... Because of said glasses of red wine, he proceeds to snore like a fucking troll so I end up in the spare room with Scout. 6am he wakes up, fresh as a fucking daisy because that prick NEVER has a hangover... Proceeds to bang every single cupboard door downstairs loud enough the Richter Scale is shitting itself... 8am he logs on for a promotional interview for Rolling Stone magazine. 9am, he's on BBC Breakfast for another interview. Quick shower, then he's back on for ANOTHER FUCKING interview at 11am with Dermot and Dave for Today FM... We had lunch together, he barely spoke. Too busy sending emails off his phone and taking calls. He's been holes up in that fucking basement ever since!"

"It's nearly 5pm!"

"I KNOW!!! I had the audacity to try and give him a kiss and he brushed me off, he was on camera apparently..."

"And breathe..."

"Don't tell me to breathe, I am fucking breathing. I'm breathing FIRE!!!"

"Okay so now you get revenge."

"What?"

"Give him a reason to notice you."

"I'm his girlfriend, not a fucking dog!"

"I know that, just trust me. Do as I say and he'll be on his knees begging forgiveness in no time."

************************************************************

An hour later, the shopping was put away and you headed down to the basement where your boyfriend of three years was sat with his ear buds in talking to some American talk show host via Zoom. Again.

Cillian saw you come down the stairs and gave you a smile and a wink before looking back at the camera, continuing his promo for the movie he'd just finished filming in the USA. Oppenheimer was a big deal - his first lead role in one of Chris Nolan's films, he could be in line for an Oscar for this. You knew how important it was to him.

But you thought once he was home, especially after being away for so long, you'd at least have him to yourself for a few days before the crazy promo started...

You sat on the chair opposite him and took off your coat, revealing a short kimono style satin dressing gown. His eyes widened a little, and he stumbled over his words when you slowly unwrapped the kimono - showing him the black and red lace negligee underneath.

"What, sorry, Jimmy can you say that again?" He asked, a very visible flush to his cheeks. Jimmy repeated the question and Cillian cleared his throat, shaking his head quickly and taking his eyes away from you to answer him. You tried not to laugh at his voice - definitely an octave higher than it was before, with a side order of shakiness.

Opening your legs, you slid your fingers over your black lace underwear. The crotch already damp, your fingers brushing over your clit slowly, edging you towards what you knew would be the quietest, yet most satisfying orgasm you'd ever given yourself.

You carried on in your own little world, stroking your clit over your panties a little harder, you lifted one eyelid a little to look at him - smiling as he shifted in his seat. His whole upper body was in view, and he adjusted his position so only his chest and head was visible in the camera. Couldn't hide the blush in his cheeks though. You could see his erection pressed against his jeans - and it only added to your arousal.

Biting your lip, you felt yourself very quickly coming undone. Your fingers were moving much quicker now, your end so close you had to clamp your lips together to keep your moans inside.

You didn't hear him end the interview, saying a very quick goodbye and thank you. You didn't even hear the laptop lid slam closed. Too wrapped up in your pleasure, too far gone in your own arousal. Too close to your own orgasm.

Until he slapped your hand away and hovered over you. His hands either side, resting on the arms of the chair.

"You've been a very, very naughty girl, haven't you?"

"Yes Daddy..."

He lifted you off the chair effortlessly and pinned you against the wall so hard it stung but fuck if you cared. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you felt him pull his jeans and boxers down to his knees.

He slid his cock into you with a groan, holding your head still as he began to pump his hips back and forth, hard and fast up into you.

"Couldn't wait could you... Had to act all fucking needy, distracting me when I'm working, couldn't just hold off a little while longer..."

Surprise? What surprise?

"Fuck I've missed feeling your pussy wrapped around my cock..."

"Harder..." You begged, feeling him so deep inside you it was almost painful but in the best possible way.

He pounded up into you like a man possessed. His hips thrusting powerfully. His hands took yours, holding them above your head, his lips attacking your neck, nipping and biting at the flesh.

"Oh god... Oh god..." You felt your orgasm approaching like a bullet train, his pubic bone grinding against your clit with each thrust, and you screamed his name as it flooded you - covering his cock with your cream, your cries bouncing off the walls.

"Fuck that's it, that's it... Fuck YN.." a few solid thrusts and he froze, his seed filling you. The warmth of it prolonging your orgasm further, tears in your eyes at the familiar sensation you'd missed so much.

He held you there for a while, just enjoying being reconnected, enjoying being inside you again. Kissing your lips tenderly, stroking your body pressed against the wall, held up by his pelvis. One gentle kiss on the tip of your nose and he smiled at you.

"I'm sorry... I'm still on Oppenheimer mode and it's difficult - "

"I know Cills. I know you struggle to get back into Cillian when you've been away so long."

"Was that little show to help bring me back?"

"Worked, didn't it?"

"Fucking right it did. Now you go upstairs and get changed into something less revealing. I don't want the staff at Bella's eyeing up my girl."

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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years ago

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A Pirate's Life for Me

Cover Art Done By: @fridaydev-draws and @friday-dsv (Dreamsmp x reader) Pirate Au! Love Interests: C!Wilbur, C!Techno, C!Dream, C!Sapnap, C!Quackity, and C!Schlatt

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Salt burned your lungs as you tossed open your window with a loud bang, the seagulls perching on your flower boxes screeched in protest and flew from your window. “Fucking sky rats get the fuck out of here you heathens!” You snarled out the window shaking your fist at the bothersome birds, the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore filled your ears as well as the chatter of the dock workers. You let the breeze blow back your hair and you heard someone calling your name from down below.

“Good morning (Y/n)!” You glanced below you and grinned,

“Morning Eret!” They waved back enthusiastically their dress spilling around their ankles, a basket of fruit was balanced on his hip. “Opening early today? I'm sure your patrons would be happy to start their drunken stupor early,” She held a hand to his mouth snickering and you shot them a look.

“If that gets more money in my pocket then so be it, I won't complain too much.” You shrugged, “Will I still see you later tonight?”

“Always do dove, how can I resist a drink from my favorite bartender.”

“You can’t it’s my charm.”

“Will the both of you shut the fuck up!” Another man’s voice growled from another open window, “It’s too early for your bullshit.” You saw Eret click his tongue but smiled up at you despite the man's protests,

“I’m heading to the market anyway. These fruits won’t sell themselves, I'll see you later.”

“See you soon!” You closed your windows once more, but not before urging your daisies to grow one last time. You tossed open the curtains allowing light to spill into your cozy home, a small carpet was in the middle of your room. It was a deep red and the pattern was made of gold yarn, aside from that everything in your residency was made of dark wood. Your shelves were littered with books and empty cups, and your old worn journal sat open on your desk. It was filled with childhood memories and you continued to write in it to this day, it was easier then, things were simple and everything was innocent and new to you. Now your days were filled with sea fairing idiots who liked to drink themselves stupid, but you could handle yourself, you always kept your father's dagger on your thigh at all times. Those who were frequent customers knew not to mess with you and those who were new learned their lesson within the first ten minutes of meeting you. You inherited the bar from your father, a kindhearted man who died a few years before today, leaving you with the bar and the dagger you had on your hip. You fished through your closet pulling out your clothes for the day, your dress was a gorgeous light coffee color and came down to your ankles. The bottom was flared and had dark brown panels on the sides, it faded inward to a light green then back to the coffee color. The corset around your waist was a dark brown with light green trim, you tied it tight with a small huff making sure your waist was sinched perfectly. The sleeves came down to your elbows allowing you to move your arms freely while making drinks. The top of the dress ended just below your collarbone, you strapped your dagger to your thigh before lacing up your knee-high black boots.

You thought back to your tavern downstairs, you were fortunate enough that you weren’t running this entire operation yourself. You ended up hiring help and they were like family and you knew they saw you as such as well. Most of the girls didn’t have a family of their own so you gave them room and board, also money, of course, you weren’t a terrible boss! You opened the door to your room, you watched Cecil, the tavern’s mascot trot out of Juniper’s room. The border collie liked to switch up which rooms he stayed in protecting every one of your girls when you couldn’t be there for them.

The first of your girls was Adelaide or Addie, she was one of the first to fall under your care. She was around your age, a motherly type, sheep hybrid, who cared for the girls, and always gave the drunk patrons with mommy issues a shoulder to cry on. Her long brown hair always hung down her back, she typically worked tables, served food and drinks, and always got a generous tip from patrons.

The next girl was Judas, a squid-enderman hybrid who was taller than you could ever wish to be, although intimidating you couldn’t meet a kinder woman. A jack of all trades the woman helped out wherever she could, black-ish purple hair curled around her shoulders and some people came specifically to hear her sing. Her voice was like rich velvet and lured men and women in like a siren.

Juniper was after Judas, a demon hybrid who was naive but you’d be a fool to underestimate her. She worked beside you at the bar, she can make some mean fruity drinks, Eret always preferred her drinks over yours. Freckles adorned her face and shoulders, her light brown hair curled down to her middle back, purple horns sprouted from the top of her head. You wanted to adorn it with gold jewelry and you were saving up to gift some to her.

Yeti was a human woman like yourself, she didn’t bother with those who were rude or obnoxious. She kept to herself only really talking when she was spoken to or when there was an opportunity to crack a rare joke. She typically stayed on the sidelines, out of the scenes and Yeti liked to help Judas decorate her sets.

Zig was a kind young adult, they got along with everyone who came inside the tavern. Soft emerald eyes drew people in, and they tried to make sure tensions within the bar didn’t rise and start a fight. There would always be one or two that’s just natural, but one look at Zig and his magic words and they seemed to disperse, not wanting to hurt the kid’s feelings.

Vendetta was the tallest member of the group you had taken in, she was stunningly beautiful and didn't take shit from anybody. She was a guard dog if you will, making sure no one fucked with any of the girls in your tavern. While Zig did their best to keep people under control sometimes they couldn’t win. That’s when Ven would step in and ‘kindly’ escort them off the premises with or without force.

The youngest member here was Luvena. She was a moo-bloom hybrid with soft brown hair that sprouted flowers, her cow ears would twitch when she was excited and followed Addie around like she was her daughter. Addie took her under her wing and was training her to be a perfect little waitress, absolutely warming customers’ hearts. Luvena also loved to give out flowers, she was a fan favorite bringing new life into the tavern.

Cecil barked seeing his mama and scampered over to you, you poured food into his bowl as Juniper wandered into the hallway. Her head rested on the doorframe as she gave you a tried wave, “Morning (Y/n).”

“Morning Juni, We’re opening a little early today. Take your time I’m not expecting a big rush of bar patrons this early.” You assured her and she gave a sleepy nod,

“I’ll be down as soon as Ven’s out of the shower.” She yawned, “This beauty doesn’t come naturally.”

“Hardly darling you’re gorgeous just the way you are.” You reassured with a wink, Juniper flushed a little, happily laughing beside you.

“Just go wake the others will you, you flirt!”

Tossing your head back you gave a happy laugh heading down the hallway to make sure everyone was awake and ready to go for later. Addie and Luvena shared a room so she was in charge of waking up the youngest member of the tavern. Judas was already awake making breakfast for everyone when you headed downstairs, Zig was sitting on the counter beside her, they were the designated taste tester.

“Good morning Miss (Y/n)!” Zig chirped, the young adult hummed fondly, “Sleep okay?”

“Absolutely. What about you both? Thank you for making breakfast Judas.” You hummed fondly and Judas had a shy smile on her face.

“I slept well thank you.” Judas hummed softly, “Also it’s my pleasure. Want to make sure everyone’s healthy and alright.” She let out a little squeak as you wrapped your arms around her body, you barely came up to her chest,

“Judas please marry me,” You complained, “Your breakfast is always heavenly and you care for everyone. Please be my wife.”

“(Y/n)! Please.” She sputtered face turning a dark purple, Zig made a noise of protest and held his hand in the air.

“If she won’t marry you I will!”

“Zig! I’d be honored!”

Their entire face lit up with excitement and they hopped off the table to hug you tightly, you hugged them back and pressed a fond kiss to the top of their head. “I got to open up the tavern, you mind setting the table for me Zig?”

“Sure Miss!”

You sent Judas a kiss in the air which her face burned at, quickly going back to her cooking. You smiled eagerly and unlocked the door to the tavern, you shoved a bucket in front of the door to keep it open. The salty ocean air wafted through your nostrils and your eyes sparkled wondrously.

Today is going to be a good day.

Almost immediately a particular bastard caught your eye,

“You’re here early.” You mused raising an eyebrow,

“Heard you were opening early today sweetcheeks,” His voice was a low baritone, rough from years of smoking and drinking. Horns curled around his fluffy ears that stood out against his gruff exterior, he was a ram hybrid at its finest. “Figured I’d take the opportunity to get a special drink from my special girl,” He mused looking you up and down drinking in your figure. You scoffed at the retired man, he dressed like he was cosplaying captain jack sparrow, the gun’s in his belt just added to his costume and so did his large ruffled shirt, he was never one to forget his gold jewelry.

“Where’s Quackity?” You ignored him sitting him at his usual table, he frowned but you knew he was taking it as an opportunity to stare at your ass. He slid into the stool and put his feet up on the table, his boots were muddy but you could only control him so much. He was too much of a regular to get scared off by your threats and scolding.

“He’ll be in at his normal time. He’s not much of a day drinker, although can’t say I’m complaining. Having all your attention on me and all, considering I’m the only one in here. That being said, I’ll have my usual sweetcheeks.”

“Stop calling me that,” You scolded with a certain fondness that was reserved for the man. “You’re lucky you’re my favorite regular Schlatt,” you gave his ears a fond pinch and he bleated. He sent you a scalding look as you walked away, although the look soon fell as he got a good look at your ass once again.

“I’m your only regular sugar tits!”

“Schlatt feet off the table.” Addie criticized whacking his boots with a rolled-up menu, he rolled his eyes but dropped his feet to the floor. “You should know this by now, we go through this every day.”

“Yeah, yeah little lamb I’m on it. Judas here?”

“She’s always here,” She huffed spreading the menu down on the table. “Do you want your usual or something different? Should I get Quackity’s drink ready too?”

“Nah just stick with mine, for now, tell Judas I’d like to see her.”

Addie clicked her tongue and placed her hand on her hip, “fine. But if you’re just going to grossly flirt with her as you do with (y/n), then keep it to yourself.”

“You’re not the boss of me. Just because you look like an old hag-” The way she glared at him sent a chill down his spine, “shit babe take a joke will you.”

Eventually, people began to file into the tavern, as the morning faded into the afternoon and then into the evening. The tavern was bustling with life, Judas’s elegant voice traveled through the crowds and her voices seemed to float above the voices. Quackity joined Schlatt by his side seemingly irritated by a conversation they were having, Schlatt was about five drinks in at this point, which was much less than his usual, and Quackity on his second.

“What are they talking about?” Luvena asked swinging her legs as she sat on the bar beside you. Her moobloom ears twitching every so often as she tried to eavesdrop on their conversation,

“Vena it’s impolite to eavesdrop.” You scolded bopping her on the head lightly, she whined and rubbed the top of her head.

“I wasn’t!” She argued as you rolled your eyes, you looked over at the two men to find Quackity looking over at you. His hand was raised in the air, one finger was up summoning you to get him another drink.

“I’ll be back, why don’t you talk to Ven while I’m gone. She’ll keep an eye on you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter!”

“Good thing she doesn’t want to babysit your ass either, now shoo.” You motioned her to hop off the bar and she did so with a long, dramatic sigh. You looked over at Ven who gave you a silent nod, letting you know she’d watch out for the youngest member of your band of misfits. Meanwhile, you grabbed Quackity another drink and walked over to the two men at the table, “Someone order a drink?”

“Aye! Mamacita! Fancy seeing you here.” Quackity purred a bright smile spreading across his face seeing that you were the one to deliver his drink,

“Hey Big Q,” You greeted placing the drink in front of him, “You doing okay?”

“Better now that an angel walked into my sight,” He flirted and you rolled your eyes. “What? It’s true! You always brighten my day you know? Ow!” Schlatt hit his ex-first mate over the head,

“Take a breath lover boy. Thanks for the drink sugar tits.”

“You’re welcome, what were the both of you talking about if I may ask.” You hummed grabbing some of Schlatt’s empty glasses, an uncharacteristic frown came over both their faces. “Oh? Touchy subject?”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Just dishing out some old problems, most of which are better left unsaid.” He aimed that statement at Quackity, his jaw seemed clenched and Quackity’s brow furrowed in annoyance.

“Well I just want to remind the both of you,” You passed the tray of empty glasses over to Addie as she walked by, she took them swiftly. You grabbed the side of both their heads and pressed them against your chest, not that you knew but both men’s flushed to the tips of their ears. “No physical fights are allowed in this tavern. If one starts I won’t hesitate to kick your fucking asses. Got it?” They looked over your chest and locked eyes with one another, after years on the sea they could read one another’s facial expressions rather easily and at that moment they shared the same thought,

‘They should fight more often.’

“I said, got it?”

“Yes ma’am,” The repeated simultaneously as you pulled away,

“That’s what I like to hear-”

“(Y/n)!” Vendetta’s velvety voice called out from behind you, you turned and saw a group of newcomers file into your bar. Your body tensed momentarily,

Pirates.

Schlatt turned his head to follow your gaze and he tensed from behind you, “fuck me.” He growled and Quackity raised an eyebrow at his captain, he turned to look over his shoulder and his face lit up.

“Sapnap!”

The pirate who had a white bandana tied around his forehead glanced over at him and a smile lit up across his features. “Quackity? Is that you?”

“My man!” He stood up from his chair heading over to wrap the man in a hug, “I haven’t seen you in years, man.” You zoned out of their conversation eyes locking with a few of the other pirates who walked into the tavern. Vendetta and Addie both greeted them, but everyone who was under your care knew to keep their guard up around pirates. From what you could gather there seemed to be two crews, a crew of what only seemed to be two, Sapnap was included. The fire demon was still talking with Quackity, while the other man took in the view of the tavern, he had shaggy blonde hair, and had a few scars across his face. A porcelain mask sat on top of his head, a forest green cloak was around his shoulders, his hood was lowered around his neck. A sword was strapped tight against his hip and there was another dagger that seemed to be tucked against his side. His eyes gazed towards you and he winked teasingly with a coy smile, you scoffed looking over at Addie.

“Seat those two gentlemen yeah? Be careful, I’ll tell Ven and Yeti to keep an eye.” Addie looked at you, concern written on her soft features but she nodded. While Addie departed, you noticed Ven talking with the other group. Luvena was hiding behind Vendetta’s long legs, although a tall blonde boy seemed very keen on talking to her. You smoothed out your dress and moved towards the group of three, you eyed them up casually. The blonde looked to be around Luvena’s age, he had a shit-eating grin on his face and his uniform matched that of the second tallest in the group. The second tallest was clad in a light blue jacket with large golden buttons on the red collar. He had a cream-frilled shirt underneath and a black belt holding up his brown slacks, those were tucked into black boots. On his back seemed to be a guitar and was the only one of them not holding a weapon, but you knew better than to assume with pirates. His curly brown hair seemed to bounce every time he talked, he seemed to be the ringleader but there was no doubt that the real ringleader was the hybrid standing beside him. He was taller, on par with Vendetta in height, he had long pink hair that was tied in a ponytail on top of his head. A few pieces framed his face elegantly, there was no doubt he was the captain of the little crew that was in your tavern. He had a white shirt on with a deep low cut ‘V’ it showed off a good portion of his scared chest, around his shoulders sat a deep red jacket but his arms were outside of it and crossed over his chest. He seemed content on letting his second in command do all the talking, his red eyes were the only ones to meet yours. His head tilted upwards and before Vendetta could stop him he walked over towards you,

“You own the tavern?” His voice was a low monotone and it sent an array of pleasant chills up your spine.

“I do,” You raised an eyebrow crossing your arms over your chest, “Names (Y/n). You are?”

“Captain Technoblade of the ship Odyssey, I was hoping you had a few rooms and a table available. My brothers and I are pretty exhausted, we’ve been sailing all night.”

Brothers, they certainly didn’t all look alike, but then again you certainly had a mix of girls in your care. Your tongue swiped against the top row of your teeth, “Why don’t you and your brothers take a seat at the bar for now. Juniper will be happy to serve you, I’ll see if we have some free rooms available.”

“Thank you, once you return I’ll introduce them to you if you’d like,” Technoblade bowed his head before turning back to get his brother’s attention.

“I’d like that thank you.” You gave a nod motioning for Vendetta to follow you as you slid behind the bar with Juniper, Judas had also taken a spot sitting on the bar. You figured you’d let her know as well, considering she was another adult figure in the group. You knew either Juniper or Judas would fill in Addie considering the three were close. “Ven, can they be trusted?”

“Not too sure about the masked man, the one Quackity seems to be familiar with seems decent enough. He’s a fire demon though, could smell him from miles away, we all just need to be cautious.”

“Agreed,” Juniper added tapping her finger on her chin. “We should just try to curb all fighting if at all possible, what did the captain of the other group ask you?”

“They want a room, I’m about to check to see if we have availability. Thoughts on that?”

Judas let out a low hum her eyes followed both sets of pirate groups around the tavern, “I say if we have availability let them stay. They seem harmless so long as we don’t mess with them, which we’d never do.”

“Plus I can always stay awake to keep an eye on them.” Vendetta tapped her nails against the table,

“You sure.”

“As if I’d let anything happen to any of you, you’re my family.”

You all smiled softly, and you noticed Judas’s eyes widen, “Zig! Get that out of your mouth this instant!” She shot up from her spot and over to the person in question. The three of you laughed fondly at the nonsense, meanwhile, Juniper saw the three brothers sit at her bar. She moved away from you to greet them, you immediately could tell she was taken with the second eldest brother.

He seemed to be an absolute lady killer.

Vendetta ruffled your hair before going back to stand at her place by the door to keep the peace. You headed up the stairs to the rafters to check on the extra rooms you had, “Excuse me?” You tensed visibly turning around to face the man in all green. His eyes were mesmerizing, a fierce jade green to contrast his cloak, “Do you happen to have two rooms available?” The man held up two fingers to clarify his request,

“Do you usually start introductions with a blatant request like that?”

He chuckled a smile spreading across his lips, “I’m Dream and you gorgeous?”

“(Y/n), it’s your lucky day I’m about to check and see if any are available. My tavern is a hot commodity tonight.”

“Well, I can see why,” he spoke and you raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to the side.

“Oh?”

“It has the hottest owner around. Word spreads fast.”

You couldn’t believe this man was making your cheeks burn, he chuckled softly taking a step towards your figure. “Oh really, word spreads that fast on the open sea, Captian?” It was his turn to turn light pink, but he covered it up quickly with a chuckle.

“Touché.”

“I’ll get on that room for you and your friend. Take a seat, for now, this part is for guests and staff only you know?”

“So I have you all to myself?” He cheekily mused, he stepped towards you and before you knew it you were pinned against a wall. His hand suddenly brushed against your cheek, it was cold in comparison to your warm cheek. You felt Dream’s thumb brush against your cheek slowly, “You know...being on the open sea alone does something to a person.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” You mused pushing your forehead back against Dream’s, “All alone with only your crew with you.” Taking his other hand within your own you slid it up to your hip, you saw his entire face turn red as he stared down at your chest. “You’re probably missing a little love in your life, aren’t you Dreamy?” He nodded dumbly, his eyes still not leaving your chest,

Perfect. You weren’t going to let some pirate boy get the better of you.

He let out a grunt of pain as you spun him around and pressed his head into the wall with your elbow, your other hand has his pinned behind his back. “This hallway is for staff and guests only,” You purred in his ear before letting him go and swinging your hips before heading up the stairs fully. From behind you, Dream’s face was a deep, dark red and he had to clear his throat. Dream wasn’t going to let you go after that, I mean look at you, tough and able to hold your own, it awakened something inside him.

After checking up on the rooms you headed back down into the main hall, three-room keys in your hand. Glancing over at the scene in front of you, you saw Juniper dancing in the middle of the tavern the flirtatious brother at her side. Judas was sitting beside Schatt and Quackity at the bar, Addie was tending to Technoblade and the blonde at their little table. Dream and Sapnap were whispering to one another in the corner but still seemed to be enjoying the show. Vendetta was smiling softly by the door, beside her were Luvena and Zig both playing various instruments. You noticed Eret was also amongst the crowd, she had a brilliant grin on his face, it was flushed pink with alcohol and you smiled to yourself.

It was peaceful, and for a moment you forget half the patrons were scoundrels or pirates.

That was until the man dancing with Juniper locked eyes with you, his eyes lit up and he spun Juniper off into Addie’s arms. She giggled snuggling into the mother sheep’s arms, you heard a distressed “Juni! I’m holding glasses!” Before your vision was overtaken by the handsome flirt.

“Hello love,” He hummed, “May I offer you a dance?”

You were about to refuse but you saw Yeti, who finally made her appearance as it was getting closer to Judas’s set, giving you a big thumbs up “I’d be honored.” You responded taking his hand within your own, he pulled you out onto the dance floor and you felt his other hand politely hover on the small of your back. He allowed you to lean into his touch as he began to elegantly spin you around the dance floor, you were almost embarrassed to say felt like a princess. “Maybe I could get your name?” You asked above the music, “Since it seems you’re my dance partner this evening?”

“Wilbur Soot my love.” He hummed proudly, “The first mate of the ship Odysseus at your service. Plus I play music on the side.”

“Well now you need to play for us,” Wilbur twirled you around in a circle,

“Maybe one day. If you give me your name?”

“(Y/n) (L/n).”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

“I was right.” You commented biting the bottom of your lip trying not to smile,

“About what?”

“You.”

“Ah? Already talking about me I see? Is my manliness and gentlemanly qualities that renowned?”

“Not exactly.” He picked you up slightly and pulled you into a low dip, “I was right in thinking you a nothing but a flirty playboy.” Wilbur almost dropped you, you squawked grabbing onto his neck. He began to laugh as you clung to his chest,

“Alright love. You caught me red-handed.”

Wilbur set you on your feet hands on your lower back, you were pulled close to his chest. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“I get them for free hon. I own the place.”

“Oh...oh.” He paled a little, “I didn’t fuck up our chances of getting a room did I?”

“Nah lucky for you and your brothers, I have you covered, same with your buddies over there.” You motioned to Dream and Quackity’s friend, Wilbur’s face paled as he felt the chilled room key get placed in his palm. “What’s your little brother’s name?”

“Tommy.”

“Tell them both we serve breakfast free from 7 am to 10 am.” He nodded as you walked past, Wilbur meanwhile turned to look at Technoblade. It seemed he had his red eyes on the couple the entire time they were dancing. He held up a room key, it was labeled 205; Technoblade nodded his head before leaning back and talking to Addie once more. “Dream!” You called throwing a hand up into the air, instead of Dream, Sapnap looked up he nudged Dream with his elbow. The man was now wearing his mask, but at least you could tell he was looking at you,

“Well hello, darlin’ you must be (Y/n). Name's Sapnap. Dream told me about you, so you have good news for us I hope?”

“Pleasure, I'm sure he told you all about me,” He nodded, his eyes taking in your body especially your ass. “Got you both a room key, your neighbors. Across from the other crew of pirates. Just don’t fight and we won’t have any problems.”

“You mean those jackasses are staying?” Sapnap complained loudly, looking over your shoulder at the other crew members.

“You both didn’t think you were the only patrons, did you? This is a business after all.” You, tossed the keys their way, Dream caught it with ease and Sapnap fumbled it only a little bit. After they were in their hands, you waved them off with a flutter of your palm you turned around to go speak with Judas about her set but before you could take a step you saw Schlatt stumbling up from his seat. “Ah shit,” You knew what was about to happen, you weren’t paying attention to the ram hybrid so who knew how many drinks in he was. You felt responsible, for a while you and Judas had been trying to help Schlatt with his addiction. You couldn’t help but wonder what exactly set him off for him to get this drunk, Quackity caught him in his arms with a grumble. The man was a drunken mess, and as you approached you could hear his slurred speech and could practically smell the alcohol on his breath. “Schlatt,” You spoke carefully and as soon as you got close Schlatt detached himself from Quackity and lunged at you. His head was buried in his chest, he almost purred like he was very happy to be there, you rolled your eyes and ran your fingers through his hair. You were mindful of his horns but he seemed pretty eager for you to touch them,

“(Y/n).” He whined although it was muffled against your ample chest, “Why do pirates have to fuck everything up?”

“What are you on about Schlatt? No one likes pirates.”

“They’re gonna take you away from me, sugar. You’re my safe space, this tavern is my safe space.” You sighed listening to his drunken ramblings, you grabbed his horns and pulled him away from your chest.

“This is my life Schlatt, I’m not going anywhere trust me. Plus my family is here, they need me. So try not to worry okay?” You slicked back the hair on his forehead before planting a fond kiss there, everyone in the tavern narrowed their eyes at the scene. Even your girls were green with envy, at the sight of their lovely boss kissing someone who wasn’t them. He leaned against your lips eyes fluttering closed,

“Well, well, well if it isn’t Captian Schlatt? Or ex-captain if I remember correctly.”

“What?”

You turned your head and felt Schlatt’s arms wrap around your waist and held you close to his chest. The touch was protective and you felt your heart skip a beat, why was he protecting you, and why did you actually feel protected?

“Has the drinking finally caught up to you? Or was it the fact that you lost your so-”

Was that Dream's voice?

“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled and you were shoved behind him into Quackity’s arms, you felt less protected. “I’m not that person anymore and you fucking know that,” Vendetta came to stand beside the both of you a hand was placed on your shoulder protectively. You knew she was desperately wanted to step in and you held up a hand to stop her.

“This isn’t good…” Quackity murmured, “They’re going to fight. Schlatt’s going to get himself fucking killed.”

“Calm yourself. We won’t let it get that far.” Ven grumbled eyeing you waiting for your signal. But you were lost in the conversation or argument, the two were having, you couldn’t believe Schlatt was a pirate. He was so...he just didn’t...he was a drunk okay? That didn’t exactly shout feared pirate to you!

“Oh, are you sure? I remember that look, that’s the look you’d get before you stomped someone’s lights out. No wonder your son disappeared under mysterious circumstances-” Dream was shoved against one of the poles holding up the building. He grunted and Schlatt’s arm was pulled back ready to punch, but his arm was stopped by smaller hands,

“Pardon me Mr. Schlatt but you know how we feel about fighting in our tavern.” Addie bubbled, she had a smile on her face but it wasn’t kind, it was full of warning.

“Get the fuck off me, sheepie. This doesn’t fucking concern you.” Schlatt shoved her away and as soon as his skin made contact with her body he made a sound of distress.

“(Y/n)...” Addie murmured quietly, your father’s dagger was embedded in Schlatt’s arm,

“Fucking hell you bitch!” He snarled baring his teeth, you glared at him twisting the dagger he yelled in agony.

“Touch one of my girls again and next time this dagger is going right into your back.” You ripped the dagger out, splattering the floor with blood. He grabbed his arm tightly and looked at you with slight betrayal in his yellow eyes. “I mean it Schlatt, Quackity take him home.” The man nodded looking at you longingly, he muttered a quiet ‘Sorry�� before escorting him out of your tavern. “You,” You glared harshly over at Dream, “Go to your room.”

“You’re not my mother.”

“Then find another play to stay.” You spat, he turned away and you looked over at Addie, “Are you alright?” Your voice turned tender as you cupped her cheeks. She nuzzled against your palms and nodded her head,

“I’m fine. You didn’t need to-”

“Yes, I did. No one messes with you. With any of you on my watch.”

The sheep hybrid made a little sound as her bottom lip trembled, she wrapped you in a tight hug which you accepted without hesitance. Judas walked over next and wrapped you both in her arms, pretty soon you were surrounded by your girls and Zig.

All of them had the same mindset: comforting both you and Addie.

It was good to be loved.

Wilbur watched the scene curiously and glanced over at Technoblade who stood up from his chair.

“I think that’s our cue to leave for the night.” He looked over at his first mate, Wilbur nodded in agreement grabbing his guitar from the chair beside Technoblade.

“They...Techno were they talking about Tubbo.” Tommy whispered to his brother, his brow furrowing in concern as they all climbed the steps up to their room, “You don’t think-”

“It just might be Tommy.” Technoblade tilted his head to the side, “Guess that’ll be something we ask him when we get back to the ship tomorrow.”

“Well, this trip is going to be way more fun than I thought.” Wilbur snickered lighting a cigarette, taking a long drag, before letting the smoke curl out of his mouth and up into the rafters. ~~~

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