#I WAS DRAWING GOT TOO DISTRACTED AFTER THIS OH SUCH A GOOD FOOD

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Hey! I love your Theo fics and I was wondering if I could request a Theo x Hufflepuff, granddaughter of Newt Scamander reader? I think it could be cute!

Maybe he notices her one day minding her business, and one of his friends calls her weird for the same reasons Newt was called weird in school? Whatever you like! thank you!

Weird

Theo Nott x Hufflepuff!reader

wc: 950

a/n: Sorry this took so long! Hope it’s ok.

Requests open

Theo was in the library with his friends. He wasn’t doing any work of course because he was distracted talking with his friends. They were talking about the quidditch match that took place yesterday.

Theo quickly glanced around the library and his eyes landed on you. You were sitting there reading minding your own business. Theo thought you were pretty. He admired your beauty. He thought you were so cute and loved how you weren’t bothered by others.

Draco caught sight of Theo looking at you. He decided to speak up. “You know that’s Y/L/N, she’s weird. She talks to animals and what not. I’d stay away from her if I were you,” Draco warned.

“Maybe she’s just misunderstood,” Theo reasoned.

“Nah mate i’d listen to Draco, she’s a freak,” Blaise commented.

“You guys are mean,” Theo responded.

“Trust us, we would never steer you wrong,” Draco threw an arm around Theo.

“Ok ok I get it,” Theo put a stop to their conversation.

“We are just looking out for you,” Draco explained.

“Yeah yeah i know, let’s drop it please.” Theo grumbled.

Theo and his friends continued hanging out in the library for a little while longer. Theo however was busy thinking about you. He couldn’t get you off his mind. You intrigued him.

After Theo’s friends left he decided to go up and talk to you, despite what his friends told him. You were minding your own business, reading your book.

“Mind of I sit here?” Theo asked.

“Um sure go head,” you replied. You were shy and a little nervous but he seemed nice.

“You’re really pretty you know that,” Theo charmed.

You blushed at his words. You didn’t think anyone noticed you.

“What’s your name?” you asked.

“Theo,” he said with a smile.

“I’m Y/N.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake, which he did.

“I’ve seen you around school, I’ve always wanted to say hi,” Theo began.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I was always too nervous, and now I just thought hey, it’s worth a shot.”

“Well I’m glad you did,” you answered.

“Me too.”

“So what are you reading?” Theo asked.

“Oh this? I’m just reading about the care of magical creatures.”

“Interesting!”

“Really? Cause I find it fascinating.”

And maybe it was the way your eyes lit up or the smile on your face but Theo could have sworn he died and gone to heaven. You were simply stunning and so lively. He liked to look at you when there was a spark of joy in you.

“Forgive me if this is too forward, but would you like to have a picnic at the black lake with me tomorrow?” Theo requested.

“I’d love too!”

“Great!”

——————

Tomorrow came fast. Theo couldn’t wait he was so excited to see you again. He planned out the whole thing. He brought a ton of food and he even got you flowers.

When you arrived at the black lake Theo gave you the flowers.

“These are beautiful, thank you!”

The two of you sat down on the picnic blanket, and Theo started to serve the food. What Theo’s friends might think if they saw him here with you was in the back of his mind, but he tried to ignore it and enjoy this time with you.

“Anything for you.”

You smiled at him, feeling really good about going out with Theo. He seemed really nice and you were excited to get to know him.

After the both of you ate you decided to just enjoy each other’s presence and talk.

“So what do you do on days you don’t have class?” Theo asked.

“Well I like to read, sometimes I go on walks around the castle. Then there’s spending time with my cat. I also like to draw. What about you?” You answered.

“That’s interesting! I usually hang out with my friends. I’d love to see your drawings sometime!”

“Really? I’m not that good,” you shrugged.

“I bet you are,” Theo implied.

You smiled at him. “Maybe someday.”

“What do you read about?”

“Mostly animals.”

“You really like animals don’t you.”

“Well my grandfather is Newt Scamander.”

“Really? No way.” Theo was impressed.

“Yep.”

“That makes a lot of sense.”

“Hahaha.”

“Have you ever gone swimming in the black lake?” Theo asked.

“No I haven’t,” you replied.

“Do you want to swim with me?” Theo grinned.

“Are you crazy?!”

“Come on,” Theo said lifting his shirt over his head.

You laughed at him. You were a little shy but you quickly stripped down to your underwear, ripping it off like a bandaid.

Theo did his best to avert his eyes from your body. You were breathtaking and he just couldn’t help it.

“Last one in is a sweaty oaf.” Theo called out.

You squealed as you jumped into the lake. The water was cold and it felt refreshing. You swam over to Theo.

Theo watched as droplets of water fell from your lashes. Theo went and held your waist.

“Is this ok?” Theo asked.

You nodded.

One hand came and brushed your hair out of you face then rested on your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You replied.

Theo placed his lips on yours in a heated kiss. His mouth explored yours. Your lips were moving in sync. When the need for air became to strong you pulled away.

“You are a really good kisser,” Theo complemented.

You giggled, “Thank you.”

Theo was quickly falling in love, and he didn’t even know it yet. The last thing on his mind was what his friends would think. He couldn’t care less about their opinion because he found someone he enjoyed spending time with.

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SKZ Pack Chapter 10

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, talks of heats and ruts.

Chan sat at the table feeling worried. He was nervous about letting Y/N into Jeongin's room, but he trusted them both. He worried that Jeongin would be too rough with her and she wouldn't like it. "Hey! You made Y/N promise to call one of us if it got too much for her." Changbin assured as he nudged his alpha. "I know. I guess I'm worried about it being too much for her. Sex is almost new for her again, after what they did to her. I don't want her to get upset." Chan growled, his chopsticks being thrown onto the table. They were all worried about being too much for her during intercourse. Even Changbin worried that he might be too much for her in the future. "I think if we ease her into it and learn what she likes and doesn't like it might help her to feel safe with us when she does want to mate with us." Felix piped up. As much as Felix had thoughts about burying himself into her, he didn't want to upset her in any way. "Lix is right. If Y/N feels intimidated or afraid you might traumatize her." Hyunjin stressed. "Agreed," Chan stated as he watched Minho open some windows. The smell of Jeongin and Y/N's arousal started to consume the house. As much as the wolves loved to smell Y/N's arousal, smelling their pack members arousal was not exactly very arousing for them.

Jisung got up to grab some candles, hoping it would add some kind of scent distraction for them while they ate the rest of the food Y/N deliciously cooked. "Hyunjin. Question?" Seungmin asked as he looked at the brown-haired wolf. "What?" Hyunjin answered back, waiting for a remark from the younger beta. "You've had sex with Y/N? What are her boundaries? What does she like?" Seungmin asked. It was an honest question, but Hyunjin didn't see it like that. He saw it as invasive. A private question that should not be asked or even considered a thought. Chan, however thought it was a good idea to declare something so they knew when not to take it too far. The thing was Hyunjin had only ever been with her three times and they were very vanilla. This was mainly down to the fact Hyunjin was inexperienced and very much not interested in sex back then, but he knew what the others did to her, especially Wooyoung. He was always jealous of Hyunjin and tried to do everything to keep her away. It was mainly because of Hyunjin's power. Still, Hyunjin only knew a few things about her sexual interests. One was that she had a very good pain tolerance, but that was also down to her resilience. Then there was biting or cumming all over her, but that was subjective to each wolf. Every wolf had a different reaction with her because it depended on their connection with her.

Chan and the other wolves thought that was a valid response, but it was still good to know when they needed to draw the line. Some of them didn't like the idea of biting all over her. Mainly Jisung, Changbin and Felix who remembered what she looked like when she first came here. Seungmin on the other hand had a weird claiming kink and it wasn't surprising to the wolves he was desperate to get her in his room. Chan on the other hand stressed again he didn't want anyone cumming inside of her yet until she had a few heats and her body was stable. This was because Chan didn't want to disrupt her body by being on werewolf contraception. "Talking of heats and ruts. Who's next?" Jisung asked. "Um, Minho are you in the next few weeks?" Chan asked. His memory wasn't very good but he knew he had their cycles written down. "Yeah," Minho said awkwardly. He was rather private when it came to his ruts. "So then after Minho, Seungmin and Changbin should be next year because you two are freakishly in sync," Chan stated as he shook his head causing the two betas to laugh. Seungmin and Changbin were weirdly in sync and no one knew why. They rutted either the same day or a day apart so they had to rut in separate places. "I'm due soon," Felix muttered quietly. "Oh yeah, after you got sick months ago. You could be anytime." Chan stated as he remembered that time Felix accidentally got sick after catching a werewolf virus from his friend. It nearly caused them all to be sick. Seungmin looked at Felix and snickered as he thought back to the time they overstimulated the poor female wolf and they couldn't keep up. "What?" Felix asked. "What do you think our little wolf will be like on her first heat," Seungmin asked, causing Felix to shake his head. The other wolves laughed as they thought about how challenging she was going to be. "Considering how you two couldn't keep up tells me you're not going to be helpful." Hyunjin teased. "If she doesn't pick on them." Chan laughter. "When it happens we will cross that bridge, but do not embarrass her alright." Chan's warning didn't go unnoticed and the wolves nodded their head in submission. They would not make her feel an ounce of discomfort or embarrassment. They knew omegas could be sensitive and considering her sensitivity it may be heightened.

The wolves chatted as normal and started playing a board game while playing music to drown out the noises upstairs. It wasn't that they didn't want to hear their mate being pleasure, they wanted to be respectful. Even though some concerned eyes would look up to the ceiling when they heard a certain scream or growl, but they couldn't do anything. Y/N had promised she would call Chan or another wolf if she wanted out. "Do you think she's alright?" Jisung asked nervously. "She would have called Chan by now," Hyunjin stated. "Have you guys been upstairs?" Changbin asked as he came down the stairs, breaking the concerned discussion. "What why?" Chan asked, getting up from his seat, ready to go to his omega. "There's mistletoe all over our doors. I think there's Christmas shit in our rooms too." Changbin stated causing Chan to frown. "Felix!?" Chan scolded causing the blonde wolf to raise his hands in defence. "It smells like Minho was with her." Changbin mischievously said causing the wolves to look at him. Minho stood there with an innocent look on his face as Chan crossed his arms in annoyance. "Seriously," Chan stated. "You didn't see her face. I couldn't say no." Minho defended as he thought back to her beautiful silver eyes begging him. "What is she? Puss in boots?" Changbin laughed, causing Jisung to spit out his drink. It was true, the minute she pouted her grey eyes would draw you in. "Anyway, that's not another problem we have. I think Jisung has come inside her because I heard him and I quote word for word, 'I'm going to fucking breed you! Take my cum'. He's disgusting." Changbin stated causing Chan to growl.

Chan had not expected Jisung to be so stupid but he couldn't exactly throw him off of her and punish him. Chan had to make a decision. Does he punish Jeongin now or later? At the same time, he needed to make sure Y/N wouldn't get pregnant which was still unlikely but the possibility was there. In the end, Chan called Jaehee for an emergency pill, which resulted in an earful from Jaehee for their idiocy, even though it was Jeongin's fault, Chan got the brunt of it. He still got in trouble as soon as Jaehee was in the house. "How could you let him be so stupid? Her body hasn't balanced yet." Jaehee shouted as she threw the box at Changbin's head. "It's not my fault," Changbin whined. "Oh grow up. You're twenty-five and a training medic.!" Jaehee scolded. "I'm not the one fucking her!" Changbin defended. "Seriously. Are you all that desperate for her!? Huh? Even you Chan couldn't wait with a bloody poisoned wound." Chan pinched his nose at the older woman's attitude. Chan understood why Changbin was scared of her when she was angry. Her voice was gritty when she was angry and it sent shock waves up their spine. Jaehee held a dominating aura even though she wasn't an alpha. It was quite impressive. "I will go and deliver this now," Changbin said as he scurried off to deliver the pill to Jeongin's room, but ended up getting an awful growl from a predatorial Jeongin. "I wouldn't go in there. Poor baby is chained up." Changbin sighed causing the wolves to look up. "What is wrong with you all." Jaehee shook her head in disgust as she looked at the heathenous wolves. They were not going to change. If anything they were going to get worse.

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Piercings Pt.2 (Sanji x Reader)

First of all… THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE N SUPPORT ON THE LAST ONE! Nice to know we all love some Sanji lol.

Also if you want a pinch of context I suggest reading Pt.1 UHHHHH but if not enjoy this lol smut is one of my fs or things to write so uhhhh yeah! I hope I did good lol!

⚠️!THIS IS AN 18+ FIC MINORS BE TF GONE!⚠️

❗️Warnings❗️: Sanji being smug, choking, biting, cunnilingus, unprotected, p in v, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstim, sanji speakin that french

Pt. 1 here

Enjoy!

After the kitchen fiasco, you opted to keep yourself out of there until further notice. The wall ended up being scorched as well as some of the utensils he used. All the windows needed to be opened to clear the smoke out and it didn't help that the smell of charred food lingered for a while.

It has been about 4 days since then and every day you can't seem to keep your hands off each other. He's got his hands on your hips, claiming he just needed to get by with a quiet, "Pardon me, dove." His lips always dangerously close to your ear.

You were no better though, also claiming that you'd dropped something and needed to use his thighs for support when getting up, looking up at him under pretty lashes. This tension was that of a frozen lake, one misstep and you'd fall into him, hoping he embraces you like that of icy water.

Speaking of which, the burn you endured ended up being minor and the cold water did most of the trick. He insisted on bandaging you still. Just an excuse to touch you more.

Touch.

All you two ever did now was touch

And tease, and poke, and prod, in hopes of the other finally cracking and putting all that tension to good use. When you had docked at a smaller island in hopes of finding a marketplace (you did) Sanji didn't even ask if you'd join him.

He just took your hand in his, because it wasn't even a question at this point. You're with him unless you stated you wanted otherwise.

Walking past the vendors, his hand stays at your hip, more possessive than anything. You poin tout something you like? It's yours. See something you want to try? It's yours.

These days you're growing more and more concerned for his wallet. Anytime you'd try to decline he's simple shake his head, draw your hand to his lips, and kiss your knuckles.

"Anything for you, chérie"

The crew could sense this.....energy loomin' over the two of you but of course nothing was really said...that is until Nami nudged her head in the direction of Sanji when you two happened to be on the main deck this afternoon. You quirk a brow as she leans in to try and keep the gossip between the two of you.

"What really happened for the kitchen to catch fire? I mean?" She questions with a smirk, making you laugh, nervousness laced in the tone.

When you two first told the story, Sanji said he had distracted himself and took too long preparing other parts of the mean and he lost track of what he was doing and how long.

You, on the other hand, said that you accidentally bumped the stoved handles making the flames higher, and maybe a towel or something caught fire.

It was all bullshit.

When Sanji had taken it upon himself to plant kisses down your neck, he left something quite noticeable that wasn't there before. It was all bullshit and everyone knew it. You distracted him, and he just couldn't help himself.

"I-I told you what happened Nami. It doesn't matter anyway! The kitchen is back to normal thankfully." You sigh, trying to figure out what exactly you came out here to do?

Oh, that's right.

Find some way to get your hands on Sanji.

"If you say so, but,” Nami shrugs, pausing when she see's Sanji follow to the back of the ship, his eyes focused on you, pupils blown wide. He falters but only for a moment, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Then he leaves, your breath stuck in your throat.

"I think someone's waiting for you to follow them so..." Nami observes, palm coming to hold your shoulder.

"Don't set anything else on fire." She teases, seeing you full on sprint to where he was.

You look around, the hall empty. He just went this way didn't he-

You're snatched up, mouth covered in the quiet of the hallway, a hand firm on your hip. Before you can even process your attacker, a set of lips is hungry against your own, a hand at your throat. You can hardly breathe from the shock, both teeth and tongues against one another as you embrace.

Sanji’s got you close against him, his back against the wall with your chest to his, one leg keeping your thighs apart as you lean into him. He still has one hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you whine, wanting more pressure.

The height difference makes you lean upward, itching to have all of him. Despite the hall being quiet, your little secluded corner is awfully loud with the sounds of your labored breaths combined.

"Sanji...Sanji wait-" You speak between kisses, his hands under your shirt now, immediately massaging the area over and around your back dermals.

"Ne parle plus, je veux juste te goûter. "

That shut you up, quick, the sound of his mother tongue slipping past his lips when he can't seem to keep his hands from wandering.

"What if we get caught." You gasp, feeling him bite down particularly rough on your collarbone.

"Y/n, know that right now, I don't particularly give a fuck. I need you." He huffs, still tasting every in inch of exposed skin he could find.

His lips are soft, brushing over your neck with a smirk. He knows the mess he left over your skin, bark bruises, and indents of where his teeth had been adorning it.

"They know the whole kitchen thing was bs." He chuckles darkly, his next sentence sinking straight to your cunt.

"I'm sure they're well aware of who you belong to now. I made your neck even more of a work of art honey."

You're practically soaking through your panties now, and are in dire need of friction. In an attempt to secretly get off, you grid down against his thigh...

But hes quck to notice.

"Oh, that's why you’re worried. Let's go." He exhales with a smirk, pulling you to his room and swiftly closing the door behind him.

It's not messy by any means, the bed is made neatly with a pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. You would’ve loved to look around more but Sanji is back on you and there was no way in hell you’d complain about that. He’s quick but calculated, sliding his hands under your shirt before pulling it off completely.

There's no time to be flustered, you'd both wanted this for quite some time now and you could both keep up with one another. Your skin prickles with he sudden chill of being topless, your nipples hardening slightly. It's just enough for him to see what else you were hiding.

Beneath your bra, were of course your nipples, but there they were, pierced, the bars through them being decorated with jade at each end. His breath hitches and god had he gotten impossibly harder at the sight. You're sitting on the edge of the bed now, Sanji kneeling before you with pupils blown wide.

All the permissions needed was the slight smirk on your lips and your back arching as if to invite him to touch and taste as much as he pleased. Without hesitation, he's got one in his mouth, tongue swirling around your already sensitive bud. The other he squeezes, thumb brushing over the area.

You can't help but sigh in pleasure, tangling your fingers in his hair while he makes it his mission to kiss all of your torso, noting the matching belly button ring. How did he not see this before? Well, most of your shirts were loose anyway. God he loved how adorned your body was with jewelry, like you were some kind of treasure just for him.

He can tell you're growing impatient with the way you push your hips forward, most likely trying to the feeling to relieve a little pressure with the way your pants pressed against you there.

"Let me taste you, please."He aks, breathless, lips still somewhat swollen from kissing prior.

You nod unable to speak with how damn pretty he looked. On his knees, eyes glossy and lustful, asking for permission to eat you out?! How could you say no? You lift your hips, sliding the jeans down just enough for him to pull the rest down.

You were right, your panties were damn near soaked, your arousal wetting the front. Sanji only moans at this, knowing it's all his doing. The feeling of him pressing kisses to your clothed clit makes you shiver, and he doesn't stop, tongue wetting the area as if to tease.

"Please Sanji, I need-" You pause for a moment, a bit embarrassed to ask for this. He only chuckles and runs his finger up your still-clothed folds, then massages the plush of your thighs.

"What do you need honey, tell me and I promise you I'll make it happen." Hes eager, kissing, sucking and biting at your inner thigh now, the feeling making you dizzy with desire.

"I need your mouth on me...please." You whine, trying to close your legs to relieve some of the pressure but he only spreads them apart again, strong hands keeping you there with a dangerous look in his eye.

"You'll take what I give you. Now be a big girl, ask for it, and stop chasing it, sweetheart." He thinks to himself "My mouth is on you. See?" He demonstrates, kissing your thighs again, one had on your hip, massaging circles there while the other tossed your leg over his shoulder, the action only spreading you wider.

Little shit. He knew exactly that you meant.

"No, you know what I mean. Please. Eat me, Sanji." You plead, feeling him smirk against your front.

He's got your panties off in no time. Almost immediately latching to you as he slurps you up, tossing your other leg over his shoulder now too. Your thighs act as a pair of headphones essentially, your fingers tugging at the blonde locks as he moans in response.

You can feel it now, your orgasm coming faster than you thought with how well he was eating you up. Like a starved man and his first meal in ages. He lapped at your juices, taking a chance at sliding not one, but two fingers into you.

"F-uck!" you stutter, feeling him curl upwards, still sucking at your clit.

He knows you're close, but he doesn't care, keeping that same pace to work this out of you. You can feel that damned piercing, rolling slowwwwly around your clip. Another cues slips past your lips. "Ohh, such a dirty mouth honey? Are you gonna cum for me? Can't even control yourself." He teases, watching you grip the bedsheets as your stomach muscles clench.

There it is.

Somehow his lips are back on yours, swallowing up the moans from your orgasm as his fingers slow in pace, trying to get you to come down from that high. Multitasking came easy to him, so for him to keep fucking you, now 3 fingers in while also using his free hand to push his own pants down was no hard feat.

How many times did he practice that??? Your hands are gripping his shoulders, nails digging into him in surprise when you feel the tip slide against your slick folds.

For a moment your eyes meet and damn do you have a chance to really, really look at him.

His face is dusted pink, eyes bright red. His eyes are glossy, pupils wide, lips shiny and slightly parted as he tries to catch his breath. He's no different than you now, admiring how you look, how you breathe, the way you cling to him like he'd vanish somehow.

It's intoxicating.

Your lips meet, softer this time, your heart beating like crazy with your stomach twisting in delight, full of butterflies. You're soft, and so is he, so much more gentle now in realization of what's about to occur. This means more to you now. It’s not a one time thing. You have no time to overthink because his voice, husky and passionate.

"Are you okay with this? Do I have permission?"He asks, pitch almost a bit higher, likes he’s holding back a whine.

Such a gentleman through it all. It makes your heart swell. You nod, whispering out an awestruck 'yes' before connecting your lips again. And the stretch when he slides in makes you both shiver, his hips stuttering into a pace, both his groans and your heavy breaths filling the space.

Impulsively wrapping your legs around his waist makes him thrust deeper. The feeling makes you arch, a louder moan slipping past your lips and it makes him chuckle a bit before succumbing to his own pleasure with a moan.

"Tu te sens si bien ma chérie" He whispers, your foreheads pressed together more intimately.

"Fuck, you fill me up so well." You whimper, slightly tugging the hair at the nape of his neck.

The action makes him moan back, teeth gritted as he thrust into you faster, his free hand coming to circle your clit. It's almost too much, another orgasm close behind. You'd never felt so full, his dick hitting parts of you that didn't know about. Perfect, like he was meant for your cunt. Your walls flutter around him and his thrusts begin to get sloppy.

"Oh gods, y/n I can't. Please let me fill you up chérie. Please-" He's pussy drunk, but you can say the same about yourself when he keeps hitting that spot. You're both bound to burst.

"Cum for me Sanji, please baby I need you to." You purr, bitting his shoulder, kissing the area to soothe it.

He's got his face in the crook of your neck now, a strangled moan leaving his lips as his thrusts slow. He doesn't stop though, still trying to work one last orgasm out of you and succeeds.

Your body is already spent from when he ate you out but this, definitely put you over. You cling to him, labored breaths all you can hear. He doesn't leave your cunt yet, trying to stabilize first.

"If you were worried about getting caught, I think we were loud enough for the crew to hear so." He chuckles, still fatigued. You shake your head with a smile pressing kisses to his face.

He takes his time pulling out, cum spilling out of you when he does. Your ears don’t miss the slight choked back moan when he does. It's quiet but it's comfortable. He leaves for a moment, bring a towel back to clean you up with. There are plenty of kisses here and there, most likely a pre-apology for marking you up even more then before.

He works quickly, dressing you in one of his shirts, which proves to be too big on you but neither of you care, his heart fluttering at the sight of you in it.

....

"So, nipple piercings and a belly ring, huh sweetheart?"

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hi do you think you could do some early john smutty/fluffy head cannons

i love ur writing btw !!!! ❤️❤️

Headcanon(s); Your relationship with teddy boy John!

Scenarios

• John gets jealous awfully easily, occasionally to the point of aggression. But he can't help it, he can't help wanting you, he can't help loving you, he's just a boy.

The room was dimly lit, soft strains of the blues filled every sense.

John seemed distracted to the people around him, and that's because he was.

He languidly watched as the other boy laughed with you. Your back against the wall and your faces close.

'What the fuck are they talking about?' John thought to himself, genuinely baffled by your audacity to flirt with someone who wasn't him, right in front of him. 

And he couldn't shake the feeling, it was a vile feeling.

He was a few drinks deep and didn't mind causing trouble.

You excused yourself from the conversation with a smile. John seized the opportunity and came up to you, yanking you away.

"Y/N." He gripped your wrist firmly as he made you walk with him. 

You were concerned by his demeanour, "John, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" He mimicked your voice.

"Why are you acting like this?" 

Though it was a party, he found a secluded place.

His voice was edged with a familiar bitterness. "Actin' like what? Just curious about your new boyfriend is all." 

You tried pulling away, but he wouldn't relent, leaving a mark. 

"He's just a friend, John. Stop it."

• John gets quite emotional, though it's rare that he shows it in something that isn't anger. In the dark hours of the night, when the world past his window is quiet, he finds himself overwhelmed by the weight of his love for you. You'll be laying in bed together after he's made you cum, then he'll turn to you, hand nervously rubbing your back as he pours his heart out in whispers.

• The sex is good and frequent. He's insatiable with you, wanting to have you anywhere at any time. And you lost his virginity to him, so he's all you've ever known.

"Johnny, I'm bored." You whispered, rubbing circles on his chest. 

"Let's shag then."

• John loves giving you little gifts. He gifts you like it's Valentine's Day everyday. He waits for you after you finish school and or work just to give you your gifts, usually food or girly things he knows you'll like.

You stepped out the gates, feeling heavy.

You spotted John, he was waiting just outside for you. He looked handsome in his leather jacket. He leaned casually against a wall, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips.

He was distinctive from everyone else.

Very, distinctive.

As you approached, John swiftly stubbed out the cigarette, his cool demeanor giving way to genuine concern. 

A grin stretched across his face when you walked up to him, "There you are, love. Missed you like mad today."

Without missing a beat, he pressed you against a nearby wall and kissed you. It was wet, he was rubbing his tongue against yours feverently.

"I missed you too, Johnny." You mumbled against his mouth.

Whatever noise was in the background faded as John pulled away, his eyes filled with genuine lust. 

He sheepishly handed you a small bouquet, a mix of wildflowers, and a bag of little foods, all your favourites. 

"Got these for you, Y/N."

"Oh, John, you didn't have to..."

John smiled, "But I wanted to, love. Anything for you."

You hugged him close. "Awe, thank you. I love you."

As you started walking to your home, his arm found its familiar place around your waist, drawing you closer.  

"Love you too, darling. Anything interesting happen today?"

Your steps fell into a comfortable rhythm, as you strolled down the streets of Liverpool.

• John likes taking you absolutely everywhere with him, when he can of course. He gets clingy and he begs you to come out with him all the time - and it's always a good time. 

Pebbles tapped against your window. You sighed, recognising the familiar signal that only John seemed to think was subtle.

Opening the window, you glanced down to find John in your small garden, looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes.

"Seriously? What are you doing here?" You said, trying to be quiet. 

"Missed ya, love. Fancy a chat?" He replied. 

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide the hint of a smile.

Silently, you made your way downstairs and cautiously opened the garden door with a click.

You crossed your arms, "What. Is this something good?"

He grinned, "It is. Promise."

"So, I was thinkin', tomorrow, you should skip school and spend the day with me."

"Skip? Oh John, you know I can't just..."

John cut you off, "Course you can. It's just one day. Besides, I've got plans, and you wouldn't want to miss out on all the fun, now would ya?"

She sighed, knowing that arguing with John when he was in this mood was bloody futile.

"Fine, John. Tomorrow, I'll be off. But seriously, next time, just call. Why all the sneaking around?"

"Nah, wanted to see your pretty face, didn't I?"

"Smooth talker, aren't you?"

John leaned in, "Can I come in then? Just for a bit."

You leaned in, planting a quick kiss on his lips.

"No, John. Go home to your aunt. I'll see you tomorrow."

You watched as he reluctantly climbed back over the fence, a satisfied grin on your face.

Part 2?? 🤭

[528-hotline]

Hi! Can you write something like semi-public sex with matthew with him coming inside you? And he let you walk without panties so everyone can see his seed dripping by your pussy into your legs🫣

semi-public sex. with matthew !

pairings | dom!matthew x fem!reader

warnings | SMUT, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, dacryphilia, slight degradation, manhandling, slight public humiliation, usage of pet names (baby, princess), matthew stuffs your panties in your mouth :3

word count | 1.7k

a/n 💌 i wanna kiss ur brain anon <3 this is so AAAAAA i enjoyed writing this that i got carried away and went a little overboard… 🫣 anyways, i hope you’ll enjoy <3

NSFW UNDER THE CUT (18+ ONLY) MINORS DNI

your self-control was losing its composure.

you mentally slapped your brain for being such a menace for being turned on by his veiny hands and everytime he flexes his biceps. what’s even worse is that he decided to wear a tight black shirt, making his upper body more detailed. you can clearly see his chest through it, which is why it’s one of your favorites on him.

you and matthew went on an park date, it had different stalls of food and other stuff. although you were having a good time trying new food and buying random trinkets, you’re distracted and you keep glancing on your boyfriend, making you feel more lost in the thought of him fucking your insides because of how attractive he is today.

after quite some time, you and matthew decided to sit on a bench for a while to rest a bit from walking.

perfect timing.

you leaned on his shoulder and he leans back, putting his head over yours. you (innocently) put your hand against his thigh, drawing small little circles in it. “you seem a bit down today, you okay? you didn’t really have to agree to go here if you wanted to stay home,” matthew assures you in a soft tone. you love this side of him but you badly want the other side of him instead.

“‘m good baby, i had a good time here... it’s just i have a little problem…”

“oh no.. what is it?” he asks innocently, as you move your hands up his thigh, rubbing his crotch lightly.

“mmm, want you cock in me right now…” you whimpered in his ear, continuing to touch his jean-clothed cock, as you attempt on trying to flip his switch. “p-please, been wanting it since we got here… been a good girl too..”

he chuckles as a response, making him clench his jaw. he grabs both of your thighs, putting it over his thigh, running his fingertips up and down. he tilts his head down to whisper, “here at the park? baby wants to be risky, hm?” you nodded eagerly, biting your lip.

“i’ll give you risky, you naughty girl.”

you both stood up the bench, matthew grabbing your wrist, leading you to a secluded area with full of trees. both of your tracks stopped at a humungous tree, enough to cover both of you away from people.

both of you scanned the area to look if there would be people around. when the coast was clear, matthew grabs your waist, pulling you into a steamy kiss. he grabs one of your breasts, massaging it through his palm. tongues swirling at each other, breathlessly pulling out afterwards.

he turns you around, facing the tree, as he pulls you closer to him, feeling his hardness down there. as he plants kisses on your neck, both of his hands went underneath your top, as he flicks both of your tits with the tip of his fingers teasingly, instantly hardening in just one touch. the tingly feeling traveled down your pussy, making you more aroused and wet all over your panties.

“mhm, fuck… please,” you whined as you readjusted your position, sticking your lower body more on to him as you put you arms and hands on to the tree to maintain your balance. you stick out your ass even more to grind on his hardening dick. the friction between his dick and your pussy made you clench in and out.

matthew had the perfect view and access to your pussy, as you were wearing a skirt and panties, with side ties. a wet patch already formed all over your panties, he then teases you by rubbing his thumb all over you clothed clit. “m-matt… please, can’t take it anymore… n-ngh…”

“you planned to wear this, didn’t you?”

“i-i really wore it for you just in case,”

“well, if that’s the case..” he hikes up your skirt even more, he unties both sides of your panties and an enormous amount of your accumulated wetness welcomed his sight.

“now be quiet and be a good fuckdoll for me,” matthew whispers behind your ear, as he stuffs the panties you wore in your mouth to keep your whiny little mouth shut.

he pushed down his pants and his boxers halfway, pulling out his hardening cock. he teases your slit, feeling your wetness all over. his cock goes over your clit, rubbing his tip aggressively over it, producing absurb wet noises.

“shit, you really kept it in…” matthew slides his fingers on your slit to gather some of your wetness on his fingers as he rubs your clit agressively with ease.

“h-hng…!” you squirmed helplessly, closing your thighs and eyes rolling back from the pleasure, “such a noisy slut… you wanted to be in this situation but you can’t be quiet.” he stops rubbing your sensitive clit, replacing it with a slap. the overwhelming feeling made you jump a bit in your position and hold on more to the tree for stability as you were almost losing it.

matthew pries open your pussy as he starts to put his cock inside slowly. you had to shut your eyes close and you had to bite down the panties that were balled up in your mouth to keep yourself from squirming so loudly from the pleasure.

because of how wet your pussy is, matthew instantly slides himself inside without a warning. you were taken aback by how deep he instantly went, quietly whining from the sudden feeling. “fuck, you’re so wet.. my cock went in just like that…”

he thrusts in slowly to adjust in a little bit, letting himself lost into the warm, tight feeling of your pussy. he pulls you back, grabbing you by the neck. “such a perfect little hole just for me to fuck…”

you whined from his words, as you bounced yourself in his cock even faster, “ah, you want me to go faster?” you nodded eagerly, he then shoved his cock even deeper. you let out a muffled groan, you swore that your eyes rolled back so much from resisting your composure.

matthew’s thrusts were even faster, as the skin slapping became more prominent. “s-shit, you feel so good baby…” moaning in your ear as the grip on your waist tightens.

tears started to form in your eyes as your walls keep clenching from the overwhelming lust slowly taking over your whole body.

“so tight, keep clenching just like that…” he groans near your ear. he starts rubbing your clit aggressively making you clench even more on to his dick, “h-hmf!! n-no!” you moaned over the panties, throwing your head on to his shoulder as tears were trickling down your face.

he quickly covers your mouth, his eyes darkening from your sudden action. he stops rubbing your clit and he slaps it instead, making your thighs quiver. “keep making noises or i’ll never let you cum. understood?”

even if you want to moan so bad, you had no choice but to follow him. you nodded, and after that, pace was even faster than before. what’s worse is that he was hitting the same spot repeatedly, and you had no choice but to let out soft mewls and cries from all the pleasure.

“fuck, such a pretty cumslut crying over my cock… you’re almost there?” he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine as the pleasure’s almost taking over your body.

you nodded, as he thrusts in to you in an inhumane speed. he lets go of your mouth as he grips both sides of your waist as if his life depends on it. his strength took over him that your feet starts to lift off the ground, making you arms lean on to the tree, carrying you like a ragged doll, thrusting his cock in and out of you like there’s no tomorrow. he throws his head back, sending himself over the edge, an indication of an orgasm nearing. “i-i’m cumming princess… u-ugh…”

you mewled from the immense amount of pleasure that you’re feeling as the tight coil in your stomach was about to burst. you gave up from keeping your noises in, quietly whining out of desperation as your pussy clenched his dick so tightly from the fast pace. your mind was in a haze, you were completely losing yourself as your orgasm is approaching.

“f-fuck…!” shots of warm liquid went in to your cunt, also you cumming at the same time. you cry out of pleasure from all the overstimulation and the warm feeling, your pussy never felt this thrilled and full. he pulls out his dick away from you, his cum, mixed with your own, trickling away from your pussy.

he pulls back his pants quickly, and he notices a continuous stream of cum coming out, he then gathers up all the cum that been flowing out using his fingers.

“keep it in, you cumslut.. or i won’t fuck your pussy even more once we get home,” you nodded aggressively, mewling while he fingers back both of your releases that’s been dripping down your thighs.

“good girl. now, i’ll have this, baby. you wouldn’t wanna wear this anymore since it’s wet, right?” he fishes out the panties off your mouth, he then folds it up, stuffing the wet underwear in his pocket.

“w-what…?! how am i–“

“since you want your filthy little cunt to be fucked so bad, you walk without your soaked little panties.” his sentence leaving you dumbfounded.

“b-but there’s a lot of people…”

“well, that’s the point of your punishment, doll. to let everyone know how much of an impatient cumslut you are,”

“now walk.”

you had no choice but to walk without your panties. you had to clench in your pussy as much as you can to prevent his cum from leaking out.

the 5 minute walk to the parking space felt like torture to you.

it was difficult to hold it in because your thighs and legs felt like jelly, and all your remaining strength is giving up on you as you’re using it for trying not to unclench your cum-filled pussy. and everytime his sticky cum starts dripping from your thighs, you try to pull down your skirt, but matthew miserably swats away your hand.

“don’t even try to fucking hide it, you little slut.”

[buggy-samaaa]

Caught, part 16

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Word count: 512

Content: NSFW — mdni, gender neutral reader, no y/n, second person POV, voyeurism, anal, masturbation, misuse of devil’s fruit powers, man musk, pillow humping, auralism, degradation

Tag list: @hey-august, @bbnbhm, @genius---jester, @lostfirefly, @ane5e

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You were perusing the stationery store, running a finger along the spines of the different decorative sketchbooks you could freely choose from with the money Buggy had gifted you. You were excited to pick from the nicer selection for once.

The two you chose were beautifully leatherbound with high quality, thick pages. There turned out to be a sale, so you ended up with 200 berry leftover. You used it to buy a nice pen for Buggy as thanks for his kind gesture.

After leaving the store, you decided to scout out a location for the usual Monday night party. The circus would be packing up by next week to move on to a different locale, so you thought it’d be a good idea to party somewhere new on the island and enjoy it in a last hurrah. You explored the area near the docks and found a beachfront bar with cheap booze and a menu full of greasy food. Perfect! You made your way back to the ship to propose the idea to Buggy.

Meanwhile, Buggy was getting dressed, reeling with guilt over going through your private drawings, wondering how he’d face you again. He definitely wasn’t ready to see your smiling face the moment he left his room.

“Hey, Buggy,” you said cheerfully, excited to call him by his name rather than his title. “I have a great idea for tonight.”

“O-Oh, yeah?” he said, leaning back against his door. It wasn’t shut all the way, yet, so he fell backward and caught himself, then closed the door and leaned against it again, looking supremely awkward. He cleared his throat. “Uh… what is it?”

You told him about the bar you found and how it would be perfect for the party.

“Right, the party,” Buggy replied, distracted by his thoughts.

“You alright? You look a little sweaty. You’re not feeling nauseated again, are you?”

“No, no, I’m fine. Just, uh, trying to think of what I’ll wear,” he lied, “since we’ll be going onshore. Might want to dress up, you know?”

“Great, so you’re okay going to that bar! Awesome, I think it’ll be a lot of fun. Oh, before I forget, I got you this,” you said, fishing into your bag and pulling out a rectangular box with the pen you got for him. He opened the box.

“Hey… this is nice,” he said with a smile. The pen was made of red and white wood, with silver ink.

“I thought you could sign autographs with it,” you explained brightly. “Thank you for the sketchbooks, by the way.”

Buggy winced inwardly at the word sketchbooks, and his smile dropped. He put the pen back in its box. “Yeah, don’t… don’t mention it,” he said quietly. “I, um. I better change.”

“Sure, I will, too! And I’ll spread the word about where we’re going.” You waved goodbye and caught up with a few crewmates to tell them about the beach, asking them to pass it on.

Buggy re-entered his room and sighed. It was going to be a long night.

[littledollll]

You can in fact get me something I desire my lovely, can I request a Larissa x fem reader fic? Your agere inagines are so cute and I was wondering if you'd write a caregiver Larissa fic, I feel like she'd be the sweetest ever and would constantly bring her little snacks and sit them on her knee, if you're comfortable with it, maybe reader is having a bit of a meltdown and needs some help calming down? ...and some snacks ofcs

Mommas here

Larissa Weems x little!reader

A/n: IVE BEEN WAITING!! Cg Larissa brainrot.

Warnings: snacks/eating, little anxiety, idk what else

You didn’t understand why you felt this way, a random pressure on your chest making your heart speed up and your mind run rampant and your breathing quicken. You started around looking for a distraction, something to get you out of this horrid feeling, it didn’t work. You needed her.

As you made your way into her office quietly you resisted the urge to run to her. What if she was too busy? Or simply didn’t want to deal with whatever you had? You quietly approached her, anxiously waiting for her to look up and take you into her arms.

The second she saw you Larissa knew something was wrong, not only did you usually try not to “bother” her at work, you looked about to cry, “Whats wrong, precious?” She immediately ushered you closer and pull you into a hug.

“I d-don’t know, I-“ talking started crying, words felt too heavy but you wanted to somehow explain, you didn’t know how. You simply clung to her as she drew patterns on your back. It was distracting, soothing and after a moment of your silence Larissa allowed herself to talk.

“Don’t force yourself to explain if you can’t. We’re okay my little darling, I want you to try and follow my breathing, focus on my hand as well.” She pulled you into her lap and you wrapped around her instantly, making her chuckle and kiss your temple.

Your cries turned into sniffles, and you rubbed your eyes hiding into her chest. “Mommas here, little one, it’s alright. Maybe we can try to talk later and figure out what happened to my precious little one, yeah?”

Her sweet words made you feel shy, “her precious little one” you giggled as you replayed them. “What’s got you so giddy all of a sudden?” Larissa’s smile was evident through her voice. “momma” simple enough reply, she responded with an exaggerated gasp. “Momma made her baby this happy? Oh my, what an honor!”

Giggling, you turned to face her desk, grabbing random things to fidget with. “Anything but the papers, darling.” You gave her a nod, grabbing one of her pens and taking her hand, laying it flat on the desk. You drew little shapes, the sun, some clouds, basically anything you could think off and was simple enough, Larissa allowed you.

“These are wonderful, my love! how about we get you something to eat and then you can go right back to drawing, little one?” You practically squealed at the mention of snacks, she allowed you to pick what you wanted from her stash. You happily munched on your food, completely oblivious to Larissa’s adoring gaze.

“Very good sweetheart, how about you stay with momma for the rest of the day?” She said as she played with your hair. “No bother?” You paused for a second, looking at her for confirmation, she gave you a reassuring smile.

“Of course not, my love. In fact it can get a little lonely here without you.” “I stay?” She nodded, stealing a piece of your snack making you gasp, offended. “How dares! my snack.” You huffed, crossing your arms. “Careful you don’t wanna drop it!”

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

“I’m very very sorry little one, I’ll get my own snack.” You shook your head offering yours. “Share!” She tilted her head at you. “Oh you wanna share? Thank you sweetheart.” “Mhm mhm, me n momma shares” Larissa kissed your cheek, holding you close. “I’ve got the sweetest little love ever, don’t I?” You very proudly nodded.

[r0-boat]

I’m in a soft mood, and I can’t stop thinking about bringing Hassel, Rika, and Larry a homemade lunch that that forgot before leaving👉👈 if that’s okay with you, just some extra cute stuff

Reader bringing homemade lunch

Pairings: Hassel, Rika, Larry

Hassel

Before he goes to work today he kisses you on the cheek; you are just cleaning the kitchen when you see his box lunch on the counter that he forgot to take with him, the school is quite a ways away, but you'd be damned if you'd let beloved go hungry, and not eating the food you carefully cooked and prepared for him.

His eyes light up the moment he sees you, Hassel is always happy to see you. but he has to ask, why did you come visit him at work today? You tell him that he's forgotten something and his eyes widen when you said his lunch on his desk.

Your poor husband is on the verge of tears because he's so lucky to have someone like you. You're so caring and thoughtful, part of him wants you to stay with him for lunch, but he knows that you might be busy with something else.

He says he missed you even though he's only been gone for a few hours, when he gives you a hug and a kiss. he asks if you need a ride home. but it was his students that got you to stay, asking you if they could draw your Pokemon partner; when the students begged Clavell, he relented. Hassel almost cried. He needed to thank his students later.

Rika

Work was really killing her today spinning on her chair with her pencil under her nose trying to ignore the grumbling in her stomach. She looked as happy as a puppy when she saw you. she asks What brings you here?

She is absolutely relieved when she sees you put the lunch down on her desk. " you're a life saver!" she explains, kissing you on the cheek. You chuckle, kissing her forehead when you turn to leave; she grabs your arm. Giving you puppy dog eyes as she begs you to stay. How could you ever say no?

Rika tries to feed you her own lunch "babe, say 'ah' !" when you protest, she pouts, " but you made it for me. You deserve to have a little taste.... unless you want my lips instead?" putting the piece of food down and wrapping her arms around your waist puckering her lips.

Geeta I had to send you home because you were distracting. Geeta was very kind thinking you for your kindness and asking if you would like a ride home. Rika's heartbroken.

Larry

He usually works right through his lunch breaks, it was you who started providing him lunch that he quit the habit. now your food is something he looks forward to everyday. is already too late when he realized he'd forgotten the lunch you made for him he was already at his office... Oh well he'll just stop by at the Eatery after work...

He was so focused on work he didn't notice you come behind him. You decided to let him work and slowly set it down next to him. by the time he notices you are already gone, but you left a cute note telling him to have a good lunch and you love him.

Larry couldn't help but smile, his heart fluttering in his chest... how he's so lucky to have somebody, he does not mess the days that he would eat alone or work without empty stomach.

After finishing, he calls you, informing you that he saw the note and thanks you again. Then asks if you want to go to the Treasure Eatery for a bit of a date after work as a thank you. You ask him why, and he says, " No particular reason, just felt appreciative of you; I want to treat you." You couldn't hide the smile in your voice. The Treasure Eatery workers absolutely adore you for caring for their tired businessman.

[queenmuzz]

Three Lies and a Truth

"So...Rook," Neve sits back, after lighting up her slender pipe, the smell of elfroot wafting and mixing with the scent of coffee and cinnamon. The entire group is lounging in the dining room, all of them winding down after yet another succulent meal. Emmrich's fiddling with one of Manfred's joints, Darvin is pretending not to notice Assam sneaking a bite of the cinnamon cake. Bellara and Harding are chatting about some plant they'd discovered in the latter's little garden. Taash is stretched out on one of the chaise lounges, busy digesting the hearty meal, and beginning to drowse off. And Lucanis? He's watching Rook from across the table as the scrawny man tears off another shred of cake and stuffs it in his mouth. It's amazing how much food the man can eat, and yet stay as wiry as a stray cat.

He turns his head to the right to face her. Lucanis has noticed that it's easier for him if you approach on his left, where his good eye is, as he doesn't have to turn his head as far to look at you.

"I was wondering," she pauses and takes a puff, "What happened to your right eye?" She notices that for an instant, he tenses up. Lucanis notices too, the way he flattens a crumb of cake between his index and thumb, "If it's not prying. Just curious." There's a moment of tenseness, and Lucanis swears he's going to shut her down, before one of his trademark grins pops up.

"Oh, it's not prying. In fact," He rolls the flattened cake into a ball then tosses it in the air towards Assam, who cheerfully leaps up to snap it up. "Let's make it a game. Winner gets the last of the cake, and the loser has to wash the dishes. I'll tell you, and you have to guess if I'm telling the truth."

Neve sits up, obviously intrigued, and Lucanis cannot help share the feeling. Milo has remained rather tight-lipped on what exactly he has done with the Crows. Viago seems to have grudging respect for him, even recommending him to Caterina to have him break him out of Ossuary. And Lucanis has seen how he fights. Like a rogue, he darts in, and blasts people with magic they don't expect, before darting back. You could hardly tell he's got a literal blindspot, the way he practically teleports across the battlefield, dodging blades, arrows, and magic. And yet, he must have made a mistake, once.

"You're on." She responds, and to emphasize it, she puts out the pipe with a quick ice shard.

Rook rolls his shoulders, as if to get ready for a fight and begins to spill his tale.. "So, Lord Divalos is holding a soiree, and one of his guests, a fop from Olais, is the target. He's apparently some sort of poet that all the ladies and men are going ga ga over. I'm not the one tasked with the hit, I'm working with Teia, to distract some of his fans, to make it easier for the actual assassin to get close. Turns out..." he pauses to pick his teeth with his knife, then uses the blade to check his reflection. Ah, I can see why Viago gets exasperated with him. Lucanis muses.  "Lady Divalos is one of his greatest fans. In fact, she's the one who invited him. So I got my work cut out for me to peel her off the guy's shoulders. Thankfully, due to my charm and my dashing good looks," he says with a grin as he takes one last glance at his reflection, before tucking his knife in its sheath, "and a little bit of liquid courage, I managed to convince her I was an up and coming Antivan poet, and even 'recited' some of my own poetry that I made up on the spot. It worked so well, the next thing I knew, she and I were in her private quarters, busy ripping off our clothes." Lucanis notices that Harding and Bellara have stopped their botanical conversation and are now sucking up the tale, with the latter covertly taking notes.

We're both in bed, about to make mad passionate love when BANG!" He slams his fist down, causing everyone to startle, save for Taash, who is beginning to snore. "The door slams open, and a red faced Lord Divalos rages in, screaming at me, with his sword drawn. Now of course, I'm as naked as the day I was born, so I'm running around the room, avoiding his swipes as I manage to get my pants back on. Unfortunately, he got me good in the eye before I could get my weapon, and all I could do was topple off the balcony into a bush, and climb out of the premises." He grins sheepishly. "Thankfully, the whole debacle caused enough commotion that everyone was distracted by the spectacle, and no one noticed the poet had… accidentally strangled himself with his own silk scarf…”

He smiles with pride as Darvin rolls his eyes, and Emmrich sighs sadly and as the dwarf and elf are wide eyed in amazement.  “So, Neve, truth… or lie?”

It takes Neve a remarkably short period of time to give her answer.  “A lie.  Even without your weapon, as a mage, you could have cast a simple spell to disarm him before he reached you.” Milo gives a sad smile.  “Correct.”  This results in a couple of ‘Awwws’ from the girls, and an inquisitive hiss from Manfred, whose now had his spine realigned and now is participating in his own way in the conversation. 

Lucanis could have called him out without using any detective logic.  There is no Lady Divalos.  Everyone knows Lord Divalos has been happily married to Lord Divalos-Cuttenberg for decades.  

Milo cocks his head back at Neve.  “Want to double your luck?  If you answer this correctly, both today's and tomorrow’s dishes are the wager.”

Neve smirks as she crosses her legs, waiting for him to begin.

“So, there was a brash young up and coming Crow.  House Valsti, if I remember.  He went by the name of Tusino, but always wanted to be referred to as ‘The Silencer’ because he was so quick and efficient with his kills.”  Milo rolls his good eye, obviously not impressed at the title. “So we’re in the bar, and he’s getting drunk and starts boasting about how great he is at the three m’s: Maiming, Murder and… Mating.”  Manfried gives a quizzical hiss, and Emmrich mutters to him that he’ll explain later while Harding stifles a giggle. “Everyone at the bar is getting pissed off at him.  So eventually I speak up and go ‘Oh really?  For a guy who calls himself The Silencer, you never seem to shut up.  Oh that caused him to lose it.  He starts taunting me, telling me I’m weak ‘cuz I’m over reliant on my magic.  So, I challenge the shitheel to a fight, no magic, no weapons, just our fists.  Tables are cleared, bets are placed and we’re in the middle with the bartender acting as the referee.  We’re throwing punches, he gets a few good hits on me, I get a few good hits on him, there’s cheering and jeering, and finally I get a great left hook that breaks his nose.  The asshole can’t take the blow to his ego, so before anyone can react, he grabs a bottle by the neck, smashes it on a table and… uh…” He looks around as everyone aside from Neve, Lucanis, and Taash, now drooling and completely dead to the world, winces.  He smiles reassuringly, “Thankfully, breaking that rule turned everyone against him, and even the House Valsti Crows started beating his ass as I got dragged to the healers. They managed to save most of my good looks, but  Viago still reamed me out for that one” He looks at Neve, “so, what’s the verdict?”

She rubs her chin for a few moments before declaring “A lie. Logically, once he took out a weapon, you were free to hit him with the closest weapon at hand, and someone of your magical prowess would never pass up an opportunity to use it.”

“Awww… thank you for the compliment” he smiles again at her, “and you were correct.  Although Tusino did exist, and had he actually been good at his job, we might have come to blows eventually, instead of him getting trampled by the Antaam.  What an idiot” he mutters.

Lucanis also had deduced it was a lie.  The three scars that go across from the center of his forehead, across his eye, and into his right cheek look far too regular in spacing to be the shards of a bottle.

“Last one, winner takes all.  Three nights of dishwashing, are you up for it Neve?”

“Hit me.”  Even Darvin is paying apt attention now that Assam has begun to doze off at his feet. The girls are hanging on to every word Rook says.

“So, before I joined Viago’s outfit, I was still in training, and trying to impress the ladies and the men with my knife work.  He pulls out the blade again, and twirls in between his fingers, almost mindlessly, like he’s doing a coin trick,  the light of the fireplace reflects off the blade, casting sparks of reflection as it twirls faster and faster between his fingers, before being tossed in the other hand. “So, I decided to do a little magic show, without the magic and began to do more and more elaborate  tricks with my knife, like I was a juggler.  Turns out, I miscalculated a single toss….” and at moment, he tosses the blade up with a flourish, but makes no motion to catch it.  Everyone’s hearts stop as the blade falls, panicking as he continues to not  react, only restarting  as the blade lands in front of him with a THUD, and embeds itself in the wooden board.  This time, EVERYONE winces. Even Neve.  Either of the implication of the pain, or the second hand embarrassment of imagining how he must have made a fool of himself.  All of them cringe…. 

Except for Lucanis.  He just frowns.

He yanks the blade out of the table, smooths the wooden splinter and utters a soft apology to the table.  He smiles softly, and resheathes the knife.  “So, last one…. Truth or Lie?” “Hmmm” Neve muses before calmly stating, “Truth. That sort of overconfidence would be like you, when you were younger.  The eagerness to prove yourself to the world, and others, and most importantly, to yourself.”

Her words hang in the air like elfroot smoke, drifting over to Milo, who observes her passively. “Neve… it was… the truth.”  His trademark grin that Lucanis finds so endearing returns, but not fully.  It doesn’t reach his eyes, not even his good one.” “HA!” the detective laughs as she swipes the plate and waves goodbye. “Have fun with the dishes!” he hears her say as she leaves the dining hall.  She’s followed by the others shortly after, with Bellara still taking notes.  The only ones left in the hall are Milo, Lucanis, and… Taash, now snoring loudly.  

Milo sits still, his gaze focused on his knife, a frown on his face that does not suit him at all, Lucanis thinks.  

“You lied”  It's less an accusation, more a statement.

Milo looks up and at him, his face unreadable.

Lucanis continues.  “I may not know much about you, Rook, but I’ve seen how you work.  You don’t go flashy unless you know for certain that you’ll come out on top.  Something like that is out of character for you, even as a braggartly teenager. So,” he leans forward, whispering conspiratorially “What’s the truth?”  

A strange emotion passes over Milo’s face, as he seems to struggle.  Lucanis hasn’t seen him like this before.  He’s always cocky and selfsure, even before the most dangerous enemies.  He opens his mouth, and closes it.  Opens it once more, and utters one word…

“I…”  he pauses and his hand clenches around the hilt of his dagger, his knuckles turning white. He refuses to look at Lucanis, almost as if he’s ashamed.

“I made a mistake.”  The effort it takes to say this seems to exhaust him.  Lucanis waits for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t say anything else.  Eventually he looks up into Lucanis’s eyes and just sounds broken, as he rasps “Don’t ask me… please”  There’s a pleading in his voice, something timid and scared, like a lost child.  This is a side of Milo Lucanis hasn’t seen, he’s pretty sure none of the rest of the crew, hell even Viago has seen.  He nods, and something happens to Milo.  A door slams shut, and his eyes light up as if nothing has happened.  His trademark smile returns with the incredible brilliance that Lucanis has always admired.   If he didn’t know better, the way Rook’s personality just switched, the man must be possessed. “Welp, these dishes won’t wash themselves,” and he begins to stack the plates.  Lucanis pushes back his chair, standing up in order to help, but Milos waves him off. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it, you made all of this for us, you deserve to rest.”

“But surely you could use a helping hand?”

“This burden is mine and mine alone,” he cheerfully explains, and Lucanis isn’t sure if he is talking about the dishes… or something else. .

The young crow begins carrying the dishes to the back room to wash up, whistling the entire time, but pauses at the threshold, turning to face him.

“But… Thank you for the offer.  It’s sometimes very hard to remember that I don't have to handle it all alone.”  And with that, he vanishes, replaced with the sound of whistling and splashing water.

In the corner, there’s a hollow thud, and Taash’s hand slips off their chest and falls to the floor.

[shezky]

Hey! It's me again, a random person from here, after being lost for almost a whole month I come to bring...very little actually, I had started to make a drawing of Shigeo where he was in his ???percentage, a serious drawing as I call it...but when I started adding color I didn't like it anymore, so I practically abandoned it and I decided to doodle...as always the doodles ended up winning the battle so here's a normal Shige to practice his hair because for some reason I can't do it without him looking shorn 😭

I was basically planning to just upload Mob and that's it but I felt uncomfortable leaving him without a background so I started doing it...as you can see I put a little Dimple in the corners and my head with insomnia problems told me "Now, cute and all but you also have to show Dimple, it looked cute for your first time drawing him or not?!" So...yeah...I temporarily abandon Mob's background to do another canvas just for Dimple and save it with his layers still separated before going to the main canvas and joining and shrinking everything ┐⁠(⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠)⁠┌

The guy in question who took up more of my time than he should:

So again, I was about to save Dimple as it was but my head told me "Make him a background" and there you have me making a background for him too xD

Now, see the takoyakis in the frame?...well, since I've never drawn food I said "Oh no way, it turned out super cute, I have to save it separately right now!" And so I abandoned Dimple's canvas to store the takoyaki separately because I didn't want to lose the layers separately because I don't really know why 😭😔

The thing in question that also took me much more time than it should:

And again I had to do the "For the sake of God, make a bad background" for this too because if I didn't do it I simply wouldn't be able to live! And it wasn't until this that I was finally able to finish making the main canvas that was Mob!

Anyway, something good that I can emphasize?...I finally uploaded a digital drawing, yay! :D

Something bad?...it was hell because of how much I got distracted from the main goal and in the process abandoned a drawing that may or may not have had potential ☠️

It should be noted that I am rubbish at making backgrounds and that of the three drawings, the background that I liked the least is Dimple's, it could have been better, all three could have, but Dimple's more so...

Anyway, all I can say is that Mosaico 100 is a very positive change in my life...Ojalá Reigen fuera eterno 🥵

Stay safe, bye-bye! 🫶

[receding-tides]

Pearl and Marina: "oh fuck, OH FUCK!"

💜 hope you have a nice day!

Send me a pairing and a line of dialogue and I'll write you something

"Pearlie, is everything okay in there?"

Of course the collection of explicitives were going to draw attention from her girlfriend. Pearl, dragging the frying pan off the hob and frantically fanning the thin trail of smoke away with a paper towel, forced a grin even though Marina was on the other side of a closed door. "A'course! Everything's fiiine!" Phew. She'd managed to prevent the smoke alarm from going off. That would be a real snitch. "You know you don't have to worry about me, 'Rina!" Totally not. Pearl felt her grin turn to slightly more of a grimace as she observed the contents of the pan. "I said I'd make you a totally awesome breakfast and it's going, like, so awesomely!"

Well, she supposed somehow managing to burn specifically the middle of a pancake was awesome in its own way. At least she'd managed to prevent a fire?

"... Okay." Marina, unfortunately, sounded like she did not fully believe that everything was fine. She knew Pearl was putting a lot of herself into making this birthday breakfast for her, though, and didn't want to ruin that by interfering, unless there was an absolute emergency. Which there wasn't, because Pearl had things totally under control! "Call me if you want a hand, though."

"I got things under control! No hands necessary. I mean, other than my own." Pearl waved one of them, still unseen, and almost scalded her hair with a fresh-out-of-the-frying-pan spatula. "You are going to go back to bed and wait and feel loved and appreciated."

That did bring a very adorable laugh out of her. The best sound. The confidence booster for Pearl that she could, in fact, make an extravagant breakfast, even if she was significantly worse at multitasking than Marina was. "Okay, Pearlie," she said, affection in her voice. "I know it'll be great if you're putting so much love into it."

Of course it would! Marina had done the same thing for Pearl on her own birthday earlier in the month, and it had been the best meal the little squid had ever experienced in her life. Also one of the biggest, even if that had been a measurement-conversion mistake, and Pearl had felt too stuffed to move for half the day afterwards. Knowing Marina had put so much love into doing that for her motivated her to put in every bit as much effort now. Without giving her girlfriend mild stomach cramps in the process, hopefully.

It was... a little disheartedning that the pancakes were the first thing she was messing up, in a significant way, when that was something she was used to making, but... it was fine. There were just a lot of different things for her to keep track of, and she'd stopped paying attention for a moment.

The rest of this pancake seemed done, though, even if there was a very charred patch in the middle. She could cut that part out and style it so it had Marina's '8' logo in the centre! Pearl was a genius.

With the distraction now out of the way, she could hear a hissing sound.

"... Ah, shit, the eggs."

Maybe it seemed that she struggled a little bit, to the average, uncultured-in-Pearl person. And, well, some parts were a little cold by the time she'd finished organising the four different foods she'd been cooking at the same time.

The look on Marina's face, the sparkle in her eyes, when she took the first bite, was worth every ounce of effort.

(Plus, only about ten percent of the food was totally inedible! That was a new personal record. Pearl really did a good job today, after all!)

[vakarianshepard]

N7 Day 12- Situationship

This is set in ME2, shortly after Garrus' loyalty mission and the start of the romance :)

Nos Astra blazed with a gorgeous orange sunset, a light breeze drifting through the hectic trading floor, but Alexa Shepard’s attention was on the turian beside her. She stole a glance at Garrus. He was completely engrossed in conversation with the clerk at the tech kiosk, debating the merits of different omnitool processors. She smiled to herself as Garrus gestured excitedly at the display, the asari clerk looking more lost by the moment. Warmth flooded her chest as she watched him. 

After everything they’d been through since reuniting on Omega, after confronting Sidonis, he seemed to be coming back to his old self. She bit her lip, eyes lingering on his face. In the evening glow, he—

“Shepard?” Alexa jolted out of her reverie. Garrus and the clerk were both looking at her; Garrus with an amused smirk playing on his mandibles, and the asari with bemusement bordering on annoyance.

“Yeah, that works,” she said quickly, with a sheepish smile. Her hope that he hadn’t noticed her inattention was dashed when his grin widened. 

“Oh?” He raised his eyebrows, his voice rumbling with barely contained humor. “I just told Jia here that we’d trade the Normandy for a discount on my new omnitool.” 

Alexa narrowed her eyes. "Uh-huh. Sure you did.” 

“Just seeing if you were paying attention.” He tucked his credit chit back in his pocket and thanked Jia for her help before turning back to Alexa.  “Where to now, Shepard?”

Still flustered, she shrugged. “I don’t know, um, maybe we could grab something to eat. There’s gotta be somewhere that serves levo and dextro food, right? I bet Liara knows a few places.”

“Yeah,” he said slowly, “are you okay? You’re acting really weird.” 

She barked out an awkward laugh, cringing inwardly. Jeez. “No—I mean, yeah! I’m fine. Let’s go.” 

He eyed her suspiciously, but agreed. Cheeks blazing, she pulled up a list of restaurants on her omnitool as they walked toward the taxi stand. What is wrong with me, she thought. It’s Garrus. 

That’s the problem. She wasn’t really sure what Garrus wanted from their. . . arrangement. And she definitely didn’t want to come on too strong or pressure him. She sighed, lost in thought, only to stop short when she realized Garrus had fallen behind. 

“What?” 

“You seem really distracted,” Garrus said, serious now. “Are you sure everything’s alright?” 

Alexa nodded, walking back over to him. The words were on the tip of her tongue; she looked at him, her chest tightening. I really want this to be a serious thing. I’ve liked you since we were hunting Saren. Are we dating? What do you want?  Instead she smiled. “I guess I’m hungry. Come on, we can—”

Garrus cut her off. “Don’t give me that, Alexa.” Her heart fluttered when he used her first name; far from the first time, but it still felt oddly intimate. He pulled her aside, out of the busy walkway. “Is this about, uh,” he lowered his voice, “. . . us? What we talked about?” He stepped back, ever cautious, ever concerned. “If you’re having second thoughts—”

“No!” Her voice rang out in the corridor, and a couple of passersby turned to look. She winced, her face flushing. “No,” she said again, quieter this time, “I’m not. I promise; it’s not that.” 

His shoulders drooped, and his face softened, his smile returning. “Well,” he said, “that’s good. Glad to hear it.” 

Despite herself, she bit her lip, then grinned back. She fought the urge to stretch up and kiss his cheek. “I’m just. . . figuring stuff out. Us. Everything. This kind of thing—well, I’m not very good at it. I don’t want to, you know,” she rubbed the back of her neck, “mess it up.” 

Garrus nodded, "Well, you’re not alone there.” He chuckled, the sound drawing the tension from her shoulders. “We’ll take it slow, do plenty of research. We’ve got time.” 

Her smile dimmed just a bit. Time was the one thing they didn’t have. The shadow of the suicide mission loomed over them. The Collectors were still abducting colonists, the Reapers were still coming—and Garrus nudged her shoulder, jerking his head in the vague direction of the carport. “Come on,” he said, “let’s grab some food; it’s getting late.”

“Alright,” she replied, “lead the way, Garrus.” They stepped back into the hallway, side by side. Alexa looked up at him, eyes warm.  He glanced down at her, flicking one mandible out in a crooked grin. Her stomach flipped nervously, but she felt a surge of courage. Before she lost her nerve, she quickly linked her arm through his. His eyes widened, and she blushed. With her arm linked through his, she felt steady and sure. They’d figure this new something out. They’d get through this mission. Together.

[seas1mping]

Small comfort fic for my friend @sweetpayaso <3 love you big bro /p

Reena & Cade Bellamy Grossman | Cake Topper [PLATONIC], referenced Reena/LJ and Sweet Tooth CT/LJ

Umm I'm going to be using the boys from the previous one shot I wrote (Seth, Roman, and Randy) but they're only mentioned. Also Cake is in his normal human clothing, not the clown outfit!! :)

I wrote this watching fireworks for 4th of July I LOVE FIREWORKS RAAGGGHHHHH and then getting sick right after boowomp

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Cake Topper didn't really know how long he'd been out there. They know when they got out there, the sun was at least partway up still. But the sun was almost under the treeline now. The door to the balcony creaked open, and Cake turned around.

Ducking under the doorframe, she brought out a plate of food, gesturing towards her friend. "Hey, Cake. You'd been out here for a minute so I just wanted to bring you some food in case you were hungry. I know meal time can be a lot with the boys, but we're all done now!"

He nodded, then shook his head. "Thank you, Reena, but I'm not very hungry right now." A lie, they were starving and that food looked good, but they had no interest in eating right now. Not with their mind where it was then.

She shrugs and sets it on the table set next to the door. Reena doesn't go back inside though, she goes up to Cake and puts a hand on their back before leaning over the balcony and watching the world with them.

"My hair is getting too long, I need to cut it soon. Randall has, like, an irrational fear of it." She laughs softly, tugging at the part of her hair that falls over her shoulder. Cake makes a questioning hum, tilting his head. "Oh, yeah, Randy hates my long hair. I think the little guy thinks it's gonna swallow him or something. It's kind of funny to watch."

Cake lets out a snickering sound in response, but it doesn't last long, getting distracted by his headspace again. "Reena, can I ask you something?"

She nods in response, looking over towards him. He looks at her with his brown eyes meeting her clashing ones. "Do you ever get that feeling that you just...don't like yourself?"

"Well I just mentioned my hair, so-"

"That's not what I mean."

Reena blinks, she can't remember if Cake has ever outright interrupted her before, usually changing a subject is common, but flat out stopping her is..not a thing.

She sighs, watching some construction happen off of the hill the house was on. "Yeah, actually. Here."

She points at her right arm, the amalgamation of Down Belowian on her otherwise human form is quite the looker. Jagged spikes up and down it, long, rough fingers. She points to the lighter lines carved into it on her hand.

"My best, best friends, who I grew up with in the palace, didn't have the same mutation that I did. My older brother was completely normal, and my little sister looks exactly like my dad. But I got stuck with this eyesore of an arm."

She flips her arm over, it's smoother on this side, but there are still tiny bumps on it.

"I hated my arm for most of my childhood. A constant reminder that I wasn't exactly 'normal'. I wore gloves, but they always ripped on the edges. I tried to wear long sleeves, but I would just get them caught on stuff. My arm was one of my biggest insecurities."

She looks back at Cake Topper. "But, you know what I did about it?"

He swallows thickly. "What?"

"I changed it. What was an insecurity to me, was a wonder for others. I had my friends draw out ideas for the etches I was going to have. Think of it like a tattoo, but you have to carve it on this stuff. Most of the etches on my hand are from the both of them. Except for...this one."

She points to the one on the inside of her arm, a mass of scratches and scribbles.

"It's my daughter Nari's name in my native language. You may have seen her before, she works at the carnival. She has the mutation I have, but on both arms!"

Cake recalls seeing a girl that fits the description somewhere, but he can't place it.

"Anyways, the moral of the story, I think. Is that no matter what you have, mutation, weird family, maybe something you have doesn't work right. You could always change it. And if you can't change it, try to make it look prettier, or at least bearable to see."

She then winks at him and laughs "But, to me, I don't see anything wrong with you, Cake Topper. I think you look just like you ought to. Jack seems to like looking at you, anyway."

Cake Topper looks away with pink cheeks. But he nods brokenly. "Uh! Yeah, thank you."

She bends down to him, which is a lot because he's like 3 feet shorter, but she looks at him at eye level and gives him a big smile.

"And if you need anything at all, please know that I am here, and Jack is here, and I would do anything to see that you are alive, safe, and well. Do I make myself clear."

Cake sniffles, they hadn't noticed they were crying when she finished, but they wiped their eyes and gave Reena a big smile. "Crystal."

She nods, using Cake a bit to push back up to her full height. "Now, come back inside, I bought brownie mix and I need help cracking the eggs. My claws end up puncturing them and getting shells everywhere, you know?"

Cake laughs, they've definitely had crunchy cake before, and knew that was probably what that was. "Yeah."

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

The Craving

Ao3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: pregnancy cravings and baby names

Annabeth thinks back to that potato leek soup she ordered on April Fools Day, remembers wondering how early was too early to be having pregnancy cravings, and telling the waiter she’d been craving that soup all week had definitely been too early; she now knew this to be true. 

How did she know? Pregnancy cravings were far more intense. 

She’d always been a sort of sweet and salty girl. Dipping pretzels into melted chocolate was fairly standard for her pre-pregnancy cravings.

So much so that Percy kept a bowl of chocolate in their living room and always got a sampling of salty snacks to choose from anytime he went food shopping. 

Now, she wants that soup. It’s the middle of July. Hot enough that you’re sweating before you even step outside and this baby wants goddamn soup. 

Annabeth does what any smart and rational person would do—makes reservations at that same restaurant for tonight. Then, she calls Percy. 

“Hey, everything okay? Do you need me?” 

He’s sweet. Percy’s always been sweet but since April, Annabeth has noticed that he’s even more attentive. 

“I’m okay, baby’s okay too.” She subconsciously places a hand to her stomach. “I made dinner plans for 5:30.” 

It’s only half past 3 now. 

“I’ll be home by then. I’m finishing up at mom’s now.” 

Percy had gone over to hangout with Estelle because Sally had gotten called into work. Filling in for a sick co-worker. 

She can hear Estelle in the background. 

“How is she?” 

“We were halfway to making brownies from scratch when she switched tactics and now I’m in a tiara.” 

Annabeth grins. “Take some photos for me.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

But she knows better. Percy probably already has taken said photos. 

“Okay, okay,” Percy is saying, “Stella wants to talk to you.” 

There’s laughter in his voice as he passes the phone to his sister. 

“Beth.” 

“Hi Estelle. How are you?”

“Percy and I made you a gift.” 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yup, I did most of the work though.” 

“Hey!” Percy exclaims. 

“I bet you did. That sounds just like my…” She wants to say husband. But he’s not yet. “Percy.” 

“Our Percy,” Estelle corrects. 

“Yes, he is ours. Get him back to me safe, okay?” 

“I will.” 

“Can you put him back on?” 

Estelle makes an affirmative noise and Percy’s back. 

“So a gift huh?” 

“Yeah, Estelle’s quite the artist as you know.” 

Their apartment’s fridge was just as covered as Sally and Paul’s. 

“I do.” 

In fact, she’s looking at one of those drawings now. Hanging as close to the top of the fridge as it can be is a rainbow. Sitting above the rainbow: a small village, a few houses and some stick figures in various colors.

Annabeth knows it’s Estelle’s version of Olympus. She drew it as Annabeth told her about the renovations she was doing there. To Estelle, Olympus is still a myth. A nice little story to explain how the world works. Someday, she’ll know the truth. Maybe she’ll even have the sight to see through the mist like her mom. 

Annabeth wonders if their baby will have that too. Being a child of two demigods, they must have a good chance. 

“Beth? I think I lost you.” 

“Hun? Oh, I’m, um, here. Sorry, distracted.”

“I asked, why the sudden dinner plans?” 

“Soup.”

“What? Soup?” He’s chuckling. 

“April Fools Day. I got that potato leek soup.” 

“I see, your cravings are weird.” 

“At least I’m not eating pickles and ice cream.” 

“Don’t knock it till you try it, Chase,” Percy says. 

“You’re so gross. You’re never even eaten it and you’re defending it.”

“That’s it, after you get your soup we’re having pickles and ice cream. I’ll stop at the store on my way home.” 

“No!” Annabeth laughs, “I don’t want that.”

“What flavor do you want?” He ignores her. “Vanilla? Chocolate? I think mint chip would be a little too much green.” 

Annabeth is shaking her head. “Just get blue sprinkles and we’ll be good.”

Percy does indeed get blue sprinkles, a jar of pickles, and a pint of half vanilla half chocolate ice cream. In a second bag, he has chocolates and two different bags of chips. He really does know her. 

After Annabeth gets her soup, he makes sundaes. And she has to admit, she was right, it's so gross. Percy on the other hand goes back for seconds. 

She’s staring at her future husband dipping pickles into chocolate fudge thinking she’s the luckiest woman alive. 

“Percy?” 

Spoon in mouth, he looks up with eyebrows raised in question. 

“We should probably start thinking about names.” 

“I think we should leave Greek heroes out of it.” 

Annabeth smiles, “okay that’ll narrow it down.” 

They both decided not to find out the baby’s gender. So their baby name list becomes a bit all over the place. 

“How long do people normally take to decide on a name?” 

“Sometimes parents decide in the hospital,” Annabeth tells him, “we won’t be that couple.” 

“Noted.” He examines their list again. “I still like Penelope.” 

“I thought you said no Greek heroes?” She chuckles. 

He shrugs, “maybe we’re limiting ourselves.” 

“If you get to add Penelope, I get Diomedes.” 

She’s only mostly kidding. 

“I’ll put Phillip back on the table.” 

“Because it means fond of horses? No.” 

They do a lot of playful fighting. A lot. 

“Fine, Alexandra.” 

“Just because that was almost your name does not mean it should be our potential daughters,” Percy says. 

“So what? It’s a good name.” 

“Okay, how about Chris then?”

Annabeth stares blankly at him. 

“That was almost my name. After my grandpa.” 

“I could not see you as a Chris.” 

Percy laughs, “me neither.” 

“So where does this leave us?” Annabeth asks, looking over their list. 

“With 3 girl names and 2 boys,” Percy answers. “Should we discuss middle names?” 

“Another day, can’t we just put a movie on?” 

Annabeth snuggles into his side. She might not make it through this movie. Percy made for an awfully comfortable pillow. 

A week later Annabeth wakes up hot. And alone. She pats the space next to her and finds only disturbed sheets, no Percy. She gets up and turns on her fan before venturing to the bathroom; she might as well pee since she’s up anyway. 

She quietly pads down the hallway afterwards noticing a light coming from downstairs. It’s the kitchen. Maybe Percy had gotten up for a glass of water. Annabeth decides she could use a drink too. Even if it means she’ll have to pee again. 

Instead of seeing Percy leaning against the sink nursing a glass of water, she sees him hunched over a notepad scribbling something down. 

“Am I interrupting?” She asks. 

He falls out of his seat.  

“Shit, are you okay?” Annabeth says, kneeling on the floor next to him. 

“Fine, fine.” Percy brushes her off and stands up on his own before helping Annabeth to her feet too. 

“What are you doing up?” 

“Got hot.” 

He nods. 

“Why are you up?” She asks, grabbing a glass from the cabinet. 

Percy shrugs, “I had some ideas for baby names. And I decided on a middle name.” 

“Oh? So I get no input on the middle name?” 

She’s mostly teasing but it is their baby. Annabeth is not about to let Percy make this decision alone. 

“Alright, hit me.” Annabeth opens the fridge to pour herself some water. “What name did you choose?” 

He smiles. Like he’s got a secret he can’t wait to share with someone. 

“I think it’ll work as a gender neutral name,” he tells her. “Though it’s usually male.” 

She sips her water waiting for the big reveal. Percy’s never been one for keeping secrets very long from her. The longest one was probably his proposal but even then they had so many discussions about marriage it was always a matter of when he’d ask her, not if he would. 

“Chase.” 

Annabeth softens. 

She wanted to be a Jackson when they got married. Sally and Percy welcomed her into their family when she was young and she always felt safe with them. Paul and Estelle were just added bonuses. There weren’t enough Jacksons as far as Annabeth was concerned. But being a Chase meant a lot to her too. 

It was the name she always had. Something tying her to her dad, her brothers. Even when some days she wished she didn’t have that tie, it was still who she was. Being able to incorporate the only identity she’d know into their baby’s was enough to make her tear up. 

“It’s perfect.” 

[clydiepie]

can I request some hcs of clyde with a reader who loves to draw him? they always doodle him in their sketchbook, in the corner of their notes, etc etc. ty!

Clyde x reader who likes to draw!

Thank you so much to everyone that has sent me requests! I will try to do them as fast as I can! I really liked this one (y'all know I love my Clyde) so I hope you like it! I used she/her pronouns since you didn't specify I hope that's okay!

Clyde Donovan x reader who liked to draw (pre-existing relationship)

She/her pronouns

baby boy clyde<3

fluffy!

cw: none!

Clyde knew you loved to draw

Whenever the two of you were together you normally had your sketchbook in hand

You were always pretty private about what you drew and you never wanted him to see, even though he was so curious

Even in class you constantly doodle on the pages of your notebook not really paying a lot of attention.

Cylde would notice you constantly stealing glances at him during the lecture but he thought it was nothing

At lunch, you sat with Clyde and his friends Craig and Tweek

"Hey babe you seemed a little distracted during class, so I got Kyle to send me a copy of his notes for you." Clyde smiled shoving a forkful of food in his mouth and chewing contently

You blushed remembering what had captured your attention during class

"Oh you didn't have to do that, I appreciate it though" You smile scooting closer to him at the lunch table

Clyde just hummed in contentment as he wrapped a strong arm around your waist

After your last class was done you met Clyde by your locker where he always waited for you

You gathered your things and Clyde wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you both walked toward the front doors

But just before you could reach the door Butters came running around the corner and knocked your books out of your hands making papers fly everywhere.

Butters starts to profusely apologize rambling on about how Cartman needed him quickly for some scheme

You tell him it's no worries as you bend over to collect your things

You look down at the ground to see Clyde has already started to gather the papers that had flown every which way

You see his face turn a dark shade of red as he examines a particular piece of paper. the one you just so happened to be doodling on in class

He looks up at your embarrassed face and asks "Is this me?"

"Ha um yeah.." you explain shyly as you rub the back of your neck

He calmly stands up and folds the paper into a square and sticks it in his pocket

Before you can ask what he was doing he spoke up again

"I'm keeping this, I hope you don't mind." he smiles and hands you all the other paper he gathered

"You don't think it's weird." you laugh

"Not at all, I think it's cute you're obsessed with me." He smirks putting his hands on your waist and drawing you in close

"Don't let this go to your head." you giggle

"Too late." he mumbles before pulling you in for a kiss

I also think after his he would want to look at your art all the time

Like all of it even the stuff not about him or stuff you think is "bad"

He is without a doubt your number 1 fan for sure

I can imagine him standing in a Micheals craft sore for an hour trying to pick out a good gift for you

"Fine tip? what does that even mean?" he would mumble to himself

He also defiantly brags to all his friends about your talent

"Guys Y/N drew this sketch yesterday, isn't she so talented?' he would gush

He is definitely the type to go behind your back and swipe some pieces to put in his locker

In between classes, he liked a little reminder of you to look at (but when you found out he had stolen your art you defiantly let him have it)

One day he was at his locker with the boys and Cartman had dared to make a comment about the goofy sketch you had made for fun taped up in Clyde's locker

"Dude, what is that?" Cartman laughed pointing at the picture

"Y/N drew that for me so shut the fuck me." Clyde barked

On your anniversary Clyde tried his hardest to draw something nice for you, he tried to draw the two of you together on your first date.

"Oh it's so cute...what is it?" you sheepishly laughed

"It's us! can't you tell?" he huffed, his face as red as his coat

"Ohhhh I see it now." you smile at him, taking his hand in yours

After that, he vowed to take an art class next year so maybe one day he could draw you something not so shitty

If any of your art was ever displayed anywhere Clyde would hype you up to no end

"My girlfriend is so talented." he beamed at you with pride looking at a piece you made hung up

"Clyde it's just on your fridge." you laughed

"Hey, that's a place of honor babe."

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I hope you liked that! I kinda got carried away but I just liked his prompt so much!!! Have a great day!!!

-M<3

[foolondahill17]

The flashback episodes make a lot more sense when you read them as altered through the lense of whoever's memory we're in.

1.18 Something Wicked is obviously from Dean's pov. It's shrouded in shame and guilt, which is why we see Dean doing things that don't make sense. I.e. throwing out the spaghettios. I just don't buy that Dean, even that young, even in the heat of anger, would throw out perfectly good food when the only alternative is to go hungry. But I think his memory of the entire night has been altered by his guilt for "allowing" Sammy to be put into danger because of his own distraction. It's all be rewritten into one big glaring "You messed up. You did x, y, z wrong. Dad was right to disdain you."

3.8 Very Supernatural Christmas, is from Sam's memory. It's been distorted by his feelings of alienation and being completely blindsided and learning the truth about his dad. Do I think Dean actually yelled in Sam's face to "never talk about mom"? Not really. I think Dean probably got irritated and snapped, but I don't think it was a big explosion. But Sam's memory is blanketed in the overall feeling of always being in the dark, of being constantly lied to and berated for his questions, so he reads Dean's reactions as harsher than they might have been in reality.

4.13 After School Special, another one from Sam's pov. It's pretty clear that Sam views Dean's teenage years as rife with delinquency and womanizing, which is why I think this episode is so discordant when it comes to Dean's characterization. Would Dean be a total asshole to a teacher on his first day when it's been hammered into his head by John not to draw attention to himself? I don't think so. Would he threaten to pull a kid's lungs out because they're tormenting Sammy? Oh...um, yeah. I think he probably would do that actually. Would he cheat on his girlfriend to self-sabatoge when they were becoming too emotionally intimate and he knew they'd eventually have to separate, anyway, and he'd rather be a jerk than face the hurt of perceived abandonment? Um...actually that one rings true, too. But I don't think he would be so brash about it, if that makes sense? Like I don't think he would have risked a big blowup confrontation in the middle of school. Mostly, however, the one that doesn't sit right with me is being pointedly and intentionally abrasive to authority when he knows he and Sam are a 17 and 14 year old living alone, and any misstep could have serious consequences for his family. Yeah, he's keeping his head down in the classroom.

7.03 the Girl Next Door, also from Sam's pov. I don't have much to say about this one, except for the fact that, seen through Sam's rosy lenses of bygone Romeo-and-Juliet-esque innocence, is makes Dean's eventual actions toward Amy that much more horrifying. I'm definitely not saying Dean was justified for killing Amy, but I am saying that if the episode wasn't colored by Sam's rose-colored glasses, then Dean's perspective would be clearer: Amy was a girl Sam had seen two or three times at the library, flirted with once, shared a single kiss with when he was 15, and hadn't seen for over a decade. I wouldn't have trusted her, either.

9.07 Bad Boys, even though this one is pointedly from Dean's pov, I do think it is the more accurate of all the flashback episodes. This is half because Dylan is the most convincing young!Dean actor, who brings the same nuance to the character as Jensen does, but also because it doesn't shy away from the cringiness of Dean's teenagehood like in After School Special. In After School Speciel, Dean is way too suave and sure of himself. Yeah, we know from context clues, it's mostly bravado, but I think Sam's memory inlays another layer of "coolness" to his older brother that we don't see in Dean's more stripped, honest memory of himself as a teenager in Bad Boys. His first kiss is downright embarrassing (as all first kisses are). The dorky awkwardness of that interaction is the kind of thing most people gloss over in their memories, but the fact that the episode doesn't hints to its authenticity.

15.16 Drag Me Away sucks ass honestly. It seems to skew marginally toward Dean's pov, but the only meaningful moment is Dean finding the pile of dead children and admitting to having nightmares about it for years afterward. Other than that, it's pretty hard to reconcile the caretaker Dean we know with Dean telling his 11-year-old brother he's too stupid for college. Idk, maybe I could read harder into it, but season 15 was super bland and uneven when it comes to characterization for everyone, and I just kinda ignore it.

2 disclaimers: I don't think any of the writers of these episodes intentionally distorted characterization according to whose memory we were in. I just like to fill the plot holes bad writing leaves behind with tiny pebbles and shiny things because I'm a crow.

Also, yeah, this is Dean!centric because almost everything in my life is Dean!centric.