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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 6 months ago

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So uh. I had this super dumb idea and decided to roll with it.

Which I guess is kinda how writing works on the whole but anyway.

Here's the first chapter of a Young!Mihawk x Marine!AFAB Reader fic that absolutely no one asked for but my brain dumped on me anyway.

Whole first chapter is basically setting the scenario. Bear with me here. I intend for this to be both heartfelt and fcking hilarious in equal measure. As of right now I don't really have plans for it to carry on for more than three or four chapters, but who knows.

Timeline is set to around a decade after Gol D. Roger's death, prior to Mihawk having status as a Warlord of the Sea. He'd be in his late 20s to early 30s (don't ask me to math right now, it's almost five in the morning, I'll be more specific later). So not super-young Mihawk. He definitely already has his silly lil adorable pointy goatee/moustache that we all know and love so very much.

I don't even have a damned title yet. We'll just call it, uh. I don't know. Fucking uh........

Flight Risk

Ch. 1 of who even knows

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Young!Mihawk x Marine!AFAB!Reader

SFW for now, but not in later chapters

No trigger warnings yet, possible future trigger warnings for imprisonment, mild torture (definitely psychological, maybe physical)

Word Count: 3420

Only a few months had passed since you enlisted with the Marines, and nothing seemed to be going right. You were clumsy with both melee and ranged weapons, not particularly strong physically, and while you had improved through training you weren’t learning at nearly the same rate as the other recruits. It was no help at all that your somehow borderline useless devil fruit abilities had somehow been exposed and you were now the target of constant torment from other cadets, and even some superior officers.

You almost wanted to give up entirely.

You spent most of your free time hiding away from your peers at an old dock on the base to avoid the teasing. It was here you say now, arms wrapped around your knees and glaring out toward the setting sun after another day of being squawked at and offered crackers. All because you had taken a stupid dare from a stupid friend when you were six years old and eaten that stupid fruit.

You let out a heavy sigh at the sound of footsteps behind you, certain that one of your tormentors had discovered your hiding spot.

“Really not in the mood,” you said aloud, not bothering to look over your shoulder. “I’m sure it’s just as much fun talking about me behind my back—”

But instead, a commanding voice that made your breath catch in your throat and your eyes grow wide as saucers answered. You recognized it as its owner spoke your name aloud—anyone on base would have recognized it. You quickly scrambled to your feet and turned around to face Bogard with your hand raised in a salute, trying to keep your knees from shaking.

“S—sorry, sir, I—” He just held up a hand to stop you, and your mouth snapped shut immediately. His own mouth remained turned down in his usual characteristic frown, and after a moment he let out a vaguely frustrated sigh.

“Vice Admiral Garp requires your presence. Please follow me.”

You remained glued to the spot for a moment even as he turned on his heel and began to stride away. Garp and Bogard had shown up at the base a week ago on some business from headquarters that was being kept quiet around the rest of the base. You quickly forced yourself to follow after Bogard, your stomach in knots as you jogged to catch up to his long strides.

He didn’t speak again until you were outside the door of the office the vice admiral was occupying, turning to face you with his arms crossed. You quickly saluted again, your eyes still wide, burning the slightest bit—you were fairly sure you hadn’t blinked a single time since he had first addressed you.

“At ease, cadet.” You swallowed, lowering your hand and folding it behind your back with your other. “The vice admiral has some questions for you,” he said in brief explanation, opening the door. “Come.” You flinched as you followed him in, Garp’s booming voice meeting your ears as he shouted at someone through the den den mushi on his desk. It was clear he wasn’t in a good mood.

“Again?” he was saying, pacing behind the desk. “Yeah, I got it. Why do you think I’m at this shithole of a—” He gave a growl of annoyance, his grip tightening around the speaker. “Yes, Fleet Admiral. I think if I could manage to capture Roger, I can handle some brat calling himself the World’s Stronge—” He closed his eyes tightly, pinching at the bridge of his nose. “I’m well aware of the threat. Doesn’t make him any less of a brat. With all due respect, sir, I know what I’m doing, Yeah. Uh-huh. Yeah. Understood.”

He dropped the handset back onto the den den mushi, sitting heavily in his chair behind the desk, strumming his fingers on the arm for a moment impatiently.

You felt as if you might pass out any second as you stood in front of the desk, trying to keep yourself still but still fidgeting slightly as your nervousness evolved toward something more like abject terror. There was no way this was about anything good. The vice admiral was here on orders handed down directly from his own superiors at Marine Headquarters. Vice Admiral Garp, recognized the world over as the hero of the Marines, the man that had brought Gold Roger to justice barely a decade ago.

An officer of his status wouldn’t waste his time with a lowly cadet like yourself unless the situation was incredibly dire.

When he finally lifted his eyes to look at you, you sprang immediately into a salute, and it was all you could do to keep your knees from buckling. He glanced at Bogard, standing off to the side and idly flipping through a book on one of the shelves along the right side of the office walls. “This the one?” asked Garp.

“It would seem so,” he affirmed.”

“Good.” He leaned back in his chair, his gaze flickering over you. “At ease, cadet.”

Once more you folded your hands behind your back—though in literal terms, you were anything but at ease. Your face flushed and your legs visibly shaking at this point, it was all you could do to keep your eyes on his.

The vice admiral gave a small snort of amusement at your nervous state as he picked up a folder from his desk—a folder with your name written on the tab.

“Calm down, you’re not in any trouble,” he said. You still swallowed nervously, your mouth turning down ina slight frown. He read your name out loud at the top of the file before going on. “Says here your old man was a Lieutenant. Died in the line of duty among a fleet that took on a division of the Whitebeard pirates.”

“Y—yes, sir,” you said, giving a short nod when he glanced at you from over the top of the folder. “He’s the reason I enlisted.”

“Revenge?” he said, lifting his eyebrows.

“No, sir,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “I looked up to him. He wanted to make the world a better place. Safer. That’s...why I enlisted.”

He nodded slowly, observing you for a long moment as he seemed to mull over your answer. “Good to hear,” he said finally, lowering his eyes back down to what you could only assume was your enlistment paperwork. “Revenge is thankless work. Your old man was a damned good Marine. Honorable. Sounds like the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree.” You relaxed the slightest bit in the approval at his tone—it was perhaps the first compliment you had gotten from any of your superiors. “Unfortunately, we’re not here to reminisce. This is official business. And confidential.” He set the folder down on his desk, still open, meeting your eyes again. “I’ll need your word right now that you won’t repeat anything we discuss here to anyone.”

Your eyes widened a little, and you nodded quickly. :Of course, Vice Admiral,” you said immediately, your heart hammering in your chest.

He nodded slowly himself, picking up a lowball glass of what appeared to be whiskey from his desk. He gestured with his free hand to the chair across from him. “Then have a seat. We could be here awhile.”

You glanced at the chair behind you, and took a few steps backwards, folding your hands in your lap. You couldn’t begin to imagine what sort of official business he might have with you. You were a new recruit, tended to blend into the background—at least you had, until word had gotten out about….

Your stomach dropped at Garp’s next sentence.

“I understand you’re a devil fruit user?”

“I…am,” you said slowly, almost cautiously. You had received nothing but jeering and taunting for your ability, even before you enlisted. “It’s…not exactly a useful ability, though.”

“You don’t think so?” he said, with a hint of a smirk, and you shook your head, your eyes dropping down to your knees. “‘Omu Omu no Mi,’” he read off from the file. “‘Zoan type devil fruit. Gray parrot.’ You’ve had the ability for…fifteen years?” You nodded shortly, your brow still furrowed in your growing confusion. “You can’t think of any application where that would be useful?”

Your remained silent for some time, wondering if it was a trick question, some sort of joke at your expense. Sure the vice admiral wouldn’t waste his time calling you here for the sake of a joke. After a moment, you shook your head, lifting your gaze, grimacing a little. “It’s, uh…been more of a burden than anything, honestly,” you admitted.

“Yeah, I’ve heard.” Your brow furrowed a bit, and he gestured over to Bogard, still leaning against the bookshelf off to the side. “I’ve had Bogard here keeping an eye on you since we got here.”

That was incredibly surprising news to you. You glanced at Bogard yourself. You had seen him around the base a few times, but it had seemed to be only in passing. While you were still rendered speechless at the claim, Garp when on.

“I read in your file that your mother’s an…ornithologist?” he said, glancing down at the folder once more. Your brow remained furrowed as you nodded slowly, trying to wrap your head around where this could be going. “So I’d guess you have a pretty good understanding of birds. How they behave, interact with humans?”

“I—”

“With all due respect, Garp…” Both you and Garp glanced over at Bogard at his interruption. He lowered the book he had been flipping through, his frown deepening. “This is still the most ridiculous idea I’ve ever heard of.”

“Give me a better idea, then.” After a moment, Bogard rolled his eyes, lifting the book again, still looking quite disgruntled with the situation—whatever the situation was. Garp turned his attention back to you, gesturing with a wave of his hand for you to continue.

“I-I…did learn a lot from her,” you affirmed. “She specializes in parrots and corvids. She runs a veterinary practice and rescue service for them in the East Blue.”

“Think you’d be able fool people into believing you’re the real thing?”

“Wh…wha…”

You felt like you were trapped in some strange fever dream you couldn’t wake from. Garp raised his eyebrows as he waited for your response, as you frowned, struggling to collect your thoughts into something organized enough to allow you to speak.

“I…used to prank my mom into thinking I was one of the birds in our aviary,” you admitted, almost sheepishly.

Garp let out a hearty laugh at that, his smirk spreading into a grin. “Well, if you could fool an expert, then I guess you could fool damn near anyone, huh?” You blinked rapidly as he leaned forward, crossing his arms over the desk. “So. How much do you know about a pirate by the name of Dracule Mihawk?”

Your breath caught as you froze in place, your blood running cold.

There was no Marine, likely no one in the world, that didn’t know that name. It wasn’t long after the execution of Gold Roger that he had begun making the headlines, and not for anything good. Even as a rookie he had quickly gained a reputation for being ruthless and deadly, slaughtering pirates and Marines alike with seemingly no distinction between the two. For a few years now he had gained notoriety for being considered by many to be the world’s most powerful swordsman. You had heard stories of him singlehandedly destroying entire Marine warships without batting an eye.

The man was practically a living nightmare for any Marine.

“I…I’ve heard of him,” you managed to force out weakly.

Garp scoffed at that, taking a sip from his whiskey. “Who the hell hasn’t?” he said. “Especially among us. He’s been responsible for the deaths of more Marines over the past few years than any other pirate sailing the Grand Line. And completely on his own. No crew.” He shook his head, giving another scoff. “Almost no one we’ve sent after the bastard comes back alive. Except, of course, those he lets go willingly to tell us he’ll continue to slaughter anyone that challenges him. It’s a problem we can’t ignore.”

You swallowed, the rising tension in you rendering you as stiff as a statue. You could sense where this was going…and you didn’t like it one bit.

“I’m thinking a different approach could be out best bet in taking care of the problem. Something a little more subtle.” You nodded slowly to indicate you were following what he was saying—what he was suggesting. “I’m sure you don’t want to see any more Marines die at the hands to this monster any more than I do. Am I right?”

Of course he was right—you knew it as well as Garp did. Your father had been enough. Knowing that there were so many other Marines, other men and women that might leave behind broken families, losing their lives at the hands of such a ruthless killer…it sickened you to your core.

Once more, you nodded.

“Then we’re on the same page,” he said. He leaned back in his chair for a moment, taking a sip from his glass, before he set it down and stood up. “You say you think your devil fruit ability is useless. I say it could be exactly what we need.”

“Y…you want me to use my devil fruit to…” He paced slowly behind his desk, his eyes remaining on you, waiting for you to say it. “T…to take down…him?”

“Not…quite,” he said. “Like I said, different approach I want you to use your devil fruit ability against him. But not to take him down. I think you’re probably smart enough to know that you wouldn’t stand a chance in combat against him.” You swallowed, giving a short nod in agreement. “What we really need at this point is information. Any potential weakness that he might possess. Your ability isn’t useless, but it is…unassuming. You could spy on almost anyone you wanted without them knowing. And hey, let’s face it—pirates like parrots.”

You heard Bogard sigh heavily at this statement, and you couldn’t help but agree with his wordless disapproval. Pirates like parrots was a pretty broad generalization to make regarding such a dire situation.

“Look,” Garp said as your brow furrowed once more. He stepped out from behind his desk, slowly circling your chair. “Parrots are smart birds, right?” You nodded. “And they tend to bond pretty easily with humans?” Another nod, your eyes following him as he came around the other side of your chair, stopping right in front of you and leaning back against his desk. “You could get close to him without him having any idea you’re anything but a friendly, intelligent bird.”

“or he could consider her a pest and kill her,” said Bogard dryly—voicing the exact concern that was already forming in your own head.

Garp rolled his eyes. “One, there haven’t been any reports that he makes a habit of killing animals. Two, you’d be a bird. You can fly. He can’t.”

“He can split entire ships in half from at least a hundred yards,” Bogard pointed out.

“Yeah, he can,” agreed Garp—and his confirmation of this claim did absolutely nothing to help your resolve. “But why bother killing a bird that’s already flying away? He’s killing Marines to send a message that we can’t touch him. He’s killing pirates so his competition knows they can’t touch him. What’s he going to kill a goddamned parrot for?” Another sigh came from Bogard—it seemed as if the man had been through this exact same argument before. “Worst case scenario,” Garp continued, “you fly off to safety and consider it a failed mission. No black mark on your record, brownie points for even attempting it. Best case…” He crossed his arms, his mouth spreading into a grin. “You get close to a pirate no one has been able to touch for years, and return with commendation and respect from the entire Navy. Show all these recruits that have been laughing at your abilities that you’re a hell of a lot more useful than any of them.”

You bit your lip, your eyes darting off to the side. You didn’t consider yourself vain…but you had spent fifteen years considering your devil fruit completely useless. Now you had a Marine vice admiral, a man regarded by much of the world as a hero, telling you that you could potentially use your power to save the lives of countless people. It was the exact reason your father told you he had enlisted—to protect innocent lives, to make the world safer.

“I…I’m not much of a fighter,” you said finally. “If he were to figure out that I’m a human…a Marine, I…”

“You’d receive special training before the mission,” said Garp. “Enough to give you a fighting chance at escaping if you had to. Given what we know about Dracule Mihawk, it would still be dangerous, of course. But you’d still stand a better chance alone at gathering intel than an entire fleet of ships would stand facing him in combat. As it stands now,” he said, his expression shifting into a scowl, “there are several high ranking Marine officers that believe the only chance of dealing with him is offering him status as a Warlord. There’s still a problem with that, considering no one can get close enough to him to propose the offer. If nothing else, you could get close enough to do that.”

“Which would likely be the best course of action,” Bogard interjected.

And Garp ignored him.\

“I propose,” said Garp, “that you keep an eye on him for a month. Get as close as you safely can. Search for any potential weakness we could exploit, and report back. If there aren’t any,” he said, tossing a sharp glance at Bogard, before leveling his gaze with yours again, “then you go back with the paperwork in your pocket and propose the offer.”

And possibly be killed the moment you revealed who you were—what you were. That detail remained unspoken, but you had no doubt that both Garp and Bogard had already considered the possibility, if you were already thinking about it yourself.

You could be killed. In the blink of an eye. Without any warning. You could die attempting thing. It was almost insane to even consider what Garp was proposing.

But you couldn’t ignore the possibility that it could work. That it could save countless lives from ending.

Save countless families from the same grief you and your mother had endured.

You pulled in a slow, deep breath, lifting your eyes and meeting Garp’s.

And you nodded.

“I’ll do it.” His eyebrows shot up at your acceptance. “I’ll do anything I can to help.”

His surprised expression slowly split into a grin.

“You’re under no obligation to accept.” You turned your head as Bogard snapped his book shut, leveling his dark eyes with yours. Garp was already chuckling to himself, but Bogard’s expression remained grave as he went on. “You’re aware of the risk, I’m sure. The pirate in question has killed thousands of Marines to date, and I wish that was an exaggeration. This could very well be a suicide mission. If you’re doing this for recognition, I suggest you walk out of this office and forget every detail of this conversation.”

“I don’t care about recognition.” You shook your head as Bogard continued to regard you with a frown, lifting an eyebrow; as Garp tossed a glance at him that very clearly said told you so. “And I know the risk.I know I could die.” He crossed his arms, waiting for you to continue. You swallowed, going on quietly, “But…if it succeeds, then it could stop thousands of others from dying.” You lifted your gaze to meet his, straightening your back in the chair. “That’s all I care about.”

Though Bogard didn’t look entirely convinced, he wasn’t given any further opportunity to protest, as Garp let out a laugh. “You heard the girl, Bogard,” he said, reaching behind him and picking up the receiver from the den den mushi on the desk once more. “I say it’s time to get the ball rolling and finally give this madman a run for his money.”

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#one piece #opla #mihawk #mihawk one piece #mihawk x reader #garp #bogard #smut #eventually smut anyway #fan fiction #one piece fan fiction #fanfic #dracule mihawk

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astropookie · 1 year ago

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astro FACTS ‼️

(it was “astro thoughts” but I wanted to change)

it turned into a persona chart observations💋

Loika

Moon in your IC persona chart tells your childhood summary.

pls this is too accurate 😭. my moon is square mercury, this aspects tells me directly I have problems with my memory, that I don’t remember my childhood or I don’t have clarity about it. also that I could often lie to get on my way, too accurate. moon 9H tells me I was really imaginative, divagating about topics and questioning or being curious about how things worked. I was always in my world questioning why this and that and bringing in my head “what if?” scenarios. moon in cancer tells me I was more comfortable and secure in my house, specially with my mom. female roles could have been significant, this evidence also this person felt incredibly connected with their mom, it could turned into an unhealthy habit. I felt what my mom felt, I had the need of taking care of her instead and I did. sadly, people with moon in cancer in IC pc possibly had to be the mom to their mom and now they have a savior complex :( I’m so sorry if that happened to you. it’s reflected in every relationship, you need to heal your inner child in order to break that pattern. in my case, I’m trying and that’s recognizable.

Sag on 3H on Lilith pc be saying the most traumatic shit they have experienced and then laughing like’s not a big deal.

Moon opposition Venus on natal chart fcking needs or searchs for love in a profound manner.

they’re emos that write melancholic poetry and don’t like partying and stuff -not saying they have never been-, they prefer to be selective with their partners and don’t give second chances and if they do it’s because of “vibes” 🕺 they need love but it’s really hard to find someone like them that will sacrifice for others as they’ll do with them.

People with 6 house stellium/virgo placements feel more comfortable with animals than to be with people.

they spended more time with animals than with people on their childhood. they love animals, they’re not complex and irritating as people 🙄 later they could have regrets about their relationship with animals before realizing how important they’re. like megumi from jjk -appeared in my mind-.

Saturn 1H moon persona chart feels restricted to be theirselves.

it’s so frustrating, since childhood these people have had a fear of rejection. they have had even controlled the way they breath to not bother others. they hated themselves for being themselves and they’ve suffered so much bc of the critics. they’ve tried so hard to be someone they’re not, they’ve tried to controlled it and they couldn’t. they’ve suffered in silence about their identity and how insufficient they’ve felt. Saturn in moon pc evidences what difficulties exists in their emotional life and where they need to grow and mature. later, they’ll be proud about themselves and how far they’ve become.

Jupiter on scorpio 12 house on Venus pc run away from themselves.

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❀ Based on my personal experience and what I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.

❀ English is not my first language.

❀ I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

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faust-the-enjoyer · 1 year ago

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Just came across your blog lmao.

Me: Sees that you write for Keegan

Awww HELL YEAH!!! FELLOW KEEGAN ENJOYER

Me: Sees that you LOVE Hurt/Comfort

OMG OMG SAME BESTIE SAME I FCKING LOVE YOU ALREADY

May I, if it‘s not too much ofc (as a fellow Uni Student, I understand your pain 🫡), request some Keegan? X Fem Reader? Fluff? Maybe the scenario could be Keegan getting home from sth/somewhere and finds us (established relationship, could be boyfriend/girlfriend or husband/wife, whichever you like more) on the couch, wearing the comfiest clothes (maybe even his clothes lmao) with a blanket on top and excitedly waiting because it‘s MOVIE DATE NIGHT. And the cuddling and watching movie turns into play fighting and the reader "wins" against him (ofc he‘s just letting us) or maybe he is being a bit like an asshole and uses not full force but pins reader down and it‘s just kisses and giggles and all 💌🌸☁️🫧💕

Movie Date Night!

warnings: fem!reader, pre-established relationship, wife!reader, fluff, alcohol mention, non-sexual tickling, use of pet names, sfw but minors dni, mentions of being drunk, kissing.

Word count: 1.4k words.

A/n: thank you soooo much for the sweet request🥺🤍! Hope you like this! (sorry it took a while!)

Keegan closed the car door, grabbing the grocery bags with his left hand, although it was movie night -something that you two had been doing since you started dating- he had some errands to run, he had to buy some snacks and beer. It was nice that even after you two got married, you'd still do the same fun lovey-dovey stuff you did when you were dating. He locks his car, his shadow growing taller than him as it was almost nighttime now. Walking to the front door, he unlocks it, walking in and immediately being hit by the smell of your perfume, a sweet powdery smell he'd come to associate you with over the years of you two being together.

Locking the door and walking into the foyer, he hears your quiet chuckles from the living room, smiling to himself. Walking into the living room, he wanted to show you what he bought, instead he leaned on the door frame, smirking, seeing you on the couch, covered by your favourite orange blanket, wearing his navy sweatshirt and your own cute black pyjama shorts, reading the book you've finished about two times now. You see him from your peripherals, putting a divider in your book and putting it on the coffee table, grinning and looking up at him, "You're finally home, took you long enough,", "And I can see that you stole my clothes, again.", you both laughed. Getting up from the couch and coming closer to your husband, you wrap your arms around his waist and kiss him, "So, show me what you got!", you told him excitedly. "I got beer, and those sweets you've been looking everywhere for." he shows you what's in the bag proudly, knowing you'll be happy about what he found, you just don’t know that he went to three different stores to find those sweets. You look into the bag, a surprised expression is painted on your face, then look up at him again as he looks back at you, waiting for your reaction, smiling. You take the bag and gently drop it on the floor, hugging him tightly as thrilled squeals and “Thank you”s fall from your mouth, he looks at you, contentment and pride clear on his face.

You try pulling him to the couch, but he stands still, pulling you back into his arms, "You can wait a bit, can't you sweetheart? I just gotta go to the bathroom and change." you put on a faux frown, grabbing the grocery bag again and getting back to the couch, "Fine, go." you say, wanting to sound pathetically upset but instead you giggle through your words, watching him smile and disappear upstairs into your bedroom. As he changes, you get some more snacks for the movie, putting them on the coffee table. He comes back to the living room wearing his cozy brown loungewear, turning off the lights and closing the curtains with him but keeping the floor lamp on. "Finally, oh my God." you say, sighing and patting the empty space next to you on the couch, signalling him to come sit.

He sits down roughly, gently grabbing your face with one hand and kissing your cheek. "So, what are we watching today, Hun? Did you decide yet?" you two always had turns on who gets to choose what movie to watch, and this time it was your turn. “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes!” you tell him enthusiastically, “Ah, another Marlyn Monroe movie.”, his adoration for you coating his tongue, it wasn’t your first time choosing an old movie, and it surely won’t be the last, “Yes! I’ve wanted to watch it for so long now, and we’re finally watching it!” small squeaks of joy leave you as you grab the remote and turn the tv on, going to the tv stand, there, a DVD player is plugged into the wall and tv. Your family had a plethora of DVDs from over the years, and you’re the one that got to keep them when they were throwing their old things out. You work on putting the DVD into the player as Keegan opens some chips’ bags and small chocolate boxes on the coffee table, looking over as he opens a bag of chocolates, seeing you crouching, he admires your beauty from afar as he always does, not caring if you catch him and get embarrassed.

You go back to sit on the couch, remote still in your hand, as you sit down, you gently threw your legs on Keegan’s, crossing them, laying your head on his shoulder as he starts squeezing your thighs gently, he covers the both of you with the blanket, and gives your forehead a gentle kiss. You turn the movie on, setting the remote aside and grabbing the bowl of salted popcorn on the coffee table. You both begin watching the movie, snacking on popcorn, chocolates, juices, and beer. Every now and then a comment would leave one of you about the movie’s plot, one of the characters, and their outfits, both of your voices can be heard all the way from the foyer. After a while, Keegan puts the now empty popcorn bowl back on the coffee table, his hands slowly glide up from your thighs to your stomach, but you think nothing of it, his eyes are glued to the tv and it’s not strange for him to rest his hands on your body. His warm fingers slowly slide under your shirt, sliding over to your ribs, putting his palms on your body to warm you up, then suddenly, his fingers move fast, tickling your ribs, he knows your weakness. “Hey!”, you gently try to get his hands off of you, cackles filling the air, “Stop it baby! -” “No.” he said simply, cutting you off, his hands trail down, this time his fingers attack your sides.

You try pushing him off, but he's as still as a statue, you're left unable to do anything but fall victim to his fingers' attack on your poor, poor sides. That is until you get the bright idea of holding his wrists above his head, he taught you some self-defence lessons, and perhaps this wasn’t the situation he wanted you to use them in, but that doesn't matter anymore. You grab his wrists in between your laughing fits, your grip tight enough to stop him, not to hurt him, and you bring his wrists above his head as he smirks at you, proud of his girl for paying good attention during training and putting her skills to use, he could easily stop you if he wanted to, but he doesn't. You move to straddle him, but he pushes himself to the side, falling on his back in an awkward angle, letting you be on top and hold his hands above his head on the warm, soft couch, he's smiling up at you, enjoying this as much as you are. "Had your fun, princess?" he asks, his tone dripping with love for you, he sees that glint in your eyes, that look of pride. "Yea." you giggle, lowering your body while still holding his hands up, your face now close to his as you kiss him, a long, sweet kiss. You slowly let go of his wrists as your lips depart his, quickly grabbing one of the soft pillows on the couch behind you and throwing it at his chest, much to his surprise. He grunts, grinning at you as you look down at him, "I win, husky boy." you tell him, playful victoriousness coating your words. That was what you called him one night after getting slightly drunk, "Husky boy", due to him having light blue dog-like eyes.

""Husky boy", huh..." and with that, he grabs you by the waist and flips you and himself, careful to not accidently hurt you, moving you underneath him with the pillow falling on your laughing face, his hands slowly reaching up to get the pillow off of your face, and to find your own hands, raising them above your pretty head, his fingers intertwining with yours as he looks in your eyes. "I'm sorry, who wins? Can you say again?" he chuckles, his cockiness seeping out of his words. You look up at him, opening your mouth to answer but getting too caught up in your own laughter, "Come 'er!" you tell him, signalling him to get his face closer to yours, and as soon as he does, you capture his lips again in small pecks, these kisses reached his checks and neck, he was quite generous with his love as well, kissing every part of your face. The movie was long forgotten about, its noise low compared to your two's joyous laughter and giggles. The night ended with the tv off, and you two sleeping on the couch, in each other's arms.

-(dividers by vase-of-lilies)!

#cod x reader #cod keegan #keegan p russ #keegan p russ x reader #keegan russ x reader #keegan russ #faust speaks #my writing

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ciellery · 6 months ago

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I absolutely LOVE the Scenario SMP community. I'm so glad that I managed to stumble upon it, especially that one server. There's a LOT of spectacular people that I've met in there and they're just really cool, fun, chill, while still having the perfect mixture of chaos that I love.

You guys have genuinely no idea how much I adore this community. It's cool, it's awesome, it's wonderful, it's just so SO GREAT!! Shoutout to those people. There's a lot of them but they know who they are. They make my days.

Have I ever told y'all that they're really really REALLY COOL, FANTASTIC, AND AWESOME?? Because if I haven't, THEY'RE REALLY REALLY REALLY COOL, FANTASTIC, AND AWESOME!!

If you guys see this. I adore y'all, I love y'all /p, you guys are great. I hope you guys have an absolutely spectacular and awesome life.

Keep being chaotic and being yourself in general. I fcking adore y'all sm. Ugh my english vocabulary isn't enough to describe how I feel about this. Just. They're cool. AND SPECTACULAR BTW!!

Edit: I may not be the Scenario SMP's biggest fan but I am these peoples' number 1 fan and supporter. YOU GUYS HEAR THAT SCENARIO SMP ZINE CREW AND THE OTHER PEOPLE IN THAT SERVER?? I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN. THAT'S MY TITLE NOW.

#rue's thoughts #rue rambles

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bored-sunray · 1 month ago

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Have this scenario/possihke fic that I came up with

Wash canonically skateboards. Same with Theta. Wash never liked taking his armour off or even his helmet like- at all but the person to make him take off all his armour? Fucking T h e t a

there's a day all the top Freelancers look up to, it's sort of like a "vacation" the moi stops at earth to do a resupply of equipment, food etc

being top Freelancers who work all the time they get some paid time off and get to go in the city and all that, Wash was originally planning on training but York was like "come on dude! This is your first free week right? It'll be fun."

Wash is hesitant which is when Theta notices the skateboard in his locker, he questions it and York answers for him

"He never uses it, unfortunately."

"I- I used to use it. I just haven't really.. had the time-"

"Well now you do Wash! Are you good at skating? I really want to see."

Of course Wash gives in because why would you say no to Theta, who would say no to that sweet boy.

My hc as well as many others- Wash has freckles e v e r y w h e r e, another thing i imagined was while their in the city

(Basically the trio, North York and wash)

York suggest to go into this one skating place in the city which made wash laugh a bit as he "used to go there a lot" but once they get in North notices a veryyyy specific photo.

On the wall. Is fucking. W a s h i n g t o n.

When Wash said he's good at skating he meant it, canonically younger wash had a lot of anger issues, he almost fcking blinded a kid when he wasn't even in high school so imagine what he was like in high school.

imagine the big group of Freelancers walking into a skateboard place and the first thing they see is this big photo of a bunch of people who look like teenagers and there's wash in all his glory, arm draped over two people with his tongue poking out, he's wearing a singlet and a jacket tied around his waist.

it's a picture that has tons of signatures from everyone including wash but ofc no one knows who's wash as he had gone by a nickname during this time, what made everyone keep staring was the very obvious eyebrow piercing as well as the fact he had a massive tattoo of what looked like a koi fish on his arm

York is the one that points it out while saying "holy shit" wash tells him that it's not actually a tattoo, his sister liked to draw on him all the time

a guy approaches them and immediately gets excited, he does a whole secret handshake with wash while saying "Davey! God- how are you doing dude?! Haven't seen you in a long time!"

three girls walk over and immediately start hugging wash, one of them kisses him on the forehead and hugs him tightly while picking him up

the first dude is an old friend of his, same with the two girls and the third girl- his sister. Wash canonically has tons of siblings, specifically sisters.

This sister in particular is his one of his older then him by only four years, he regularly talks with his sisters, not all of them- only the ones that actually respond to him, he had actually secretly planned to go to this place anyways but was only hesitant earlier bc it wasn't like he didn't tryst North and York, he felt embarrassed by his past but their excitement as just a little hobby of washs made him change his mind

Wash introduces everyone to the Freelancers, York is excited as fuck about this because he loves wash and this??? experiencing this made him feel closer to wash, as if this place was something personal

wash walking around without his armour made him happy enough but being there with washs old friends made him feel s p e c i a l

Theta: "Wash says he is very good at skateboarding. Has he won any trophy's?"

his sister: "good? he's great at it. Should have seen him in highschool- almost got expelled because of it-"

wash: "hey THAT wasn't my fault. Technically it was Rose's since she told me that-"

his sister: "she tells you that the principal suddenly lifted the ban on skateboarding and you believed her? Thats your fault David."

wash: ".. I hate you."

North is somewhat good at skateboarding but York? he sucks at it. Wash decided to "show off some of his skills" and try to play it casually but he starts to get really into it and start zoning out while doing it and when he stops York and Theta are fanboying all over him

being his older sister of course she has to embarrass him with old photos, including a photo of wash in his emo phase except it wasn't a bad emo phase where he's all depressed and shit, it was just a phase where wash got really into the emo aesthetic and even dyed his hair black, his mom refused to let him get a tongue piercing so he got an eyebrow piercing instead.

Another "embarassing" photo is him sitting on top of the hood of a police car while wearing sunglasses,he's making a smug ass expression while holding a water gun, wash mentions that the photo was a dare, he got introuble for that and had to apologise to the cop

the last "embarrassing" photo was him on his high school graduation night, it was a series of photos and this is when York and North finally find out Washs sexual orientation, Wash during pfl era is bisexual

In the first photo he's posing with a guy, both of them in suits- the guy has his arm around his waist

in the next photo was wash puking over a toilet while the guy takes a selfi with the text "living the highschool movie dream!"

(note: I puked during my graduation ball, made a joke about how in almost every highschool movie the mc pukes during the ball, also found out I was kn my period DURING the ball and my feet got fcking bruiser after someone stomped on them so yay)

the next couple photos are just random photos from the ball with one of them wash is practically making out with the guy which made the first photo make sense

the last photo from the "graduation photo series" is wash collapsed on the mattress in his bedroom, not even bothering to change out of his clothes with the text "someone's exhausted <3"

anyways, hope you liked this scenario, please the one thing I want Rn is fcking fanart of wash doing a kickflip mid-air with an excited grin bc god this man

he deserves to have some fun, he knows he's good, he deserves that smug ass grin

#agent washington #rvb headcanons #rvb #red vs blue #rvb agent washington #rvb agent north dakota #agent new york #agent north dakota #rvb agent new york #red vs blue headcanons #rvb scenario

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trollex-is-gay · 1 year ago

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I read your Trolls info post and I'm not much of a Broppy shipper too but view them more as siblings and the angst potential is just hadfjajfhjb

Like imagine a scenario where they're heading back to Trollstopia and they decided to take a rest somewhere mid-travel then some wild creature came out and pounced towards Poppy and Branch's like "GET YOUR PAWS OFF MY SISTER" or something and Brozones are just, there. Staring at their baby brother gingerly carresing Poppy's cheeks checking if she has any injuries like how they used to do towards Branch back before they disbanded. They feel a rush of guilt and jealousy thinking '"that could've been us, that should've been us"

Viva on the other hand is glad and very happy that Poppy had someone - other than King Peppy - take care of her over the years when she couldn't, but there's a sting of jealousy seeing how they interact with eachother but still, she's happy that her little sister has a sibling figure when she was gone.

I love them so fcking much ohmygod

HEY HELLO I LOVE THIS??? Also love that I'm not the only one who prefers the sibling vibe its SO much more interesting honestly. Branch and Poppy spent pretty much most of their later childhoods seeing each other...vaguely. Y'know, just in passing as Branch hid away after his grandmother died. Everyone knows about Branch, but nobody could ever get to him. Poppy probably tried, and then when they go on their big adventure and they bond, they see that they actually can have a really good friendship. That friendship develops into seeing each other as family, they look after each other, Poppy helps Branch connect with society and heal himself while Branch shows Poppy how to tone herself down when her energy is too much. And then they spend years, and we know its been years because there's a holiday special for both the first movie's cast and the second movie with Trollstopia inclusion, being around each other and bonding together. And then they find their real siblings again after all of these years. And it's weird. John Dory asks "So...who's this?" and Branch gets closer to Poppy and narrows his eyes, "This is Poppy, she's my sister."

#trolls #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls au #my au #Wolf's Trolls AU

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jennomess · 2 months ago

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Well. My bf finally stayed the night after a bit more than a week of not seeing each other, now ninety something recovered. My body is unsure about getting sick or not, and I freaking dreamed again

Oh, and i think he'd be a damn cute caretaker??

Yesterday night we were walking home from the concert he just had, he changed his suit(?) for a jogger and a t-shirt, we're in spring so the weather is nicer but still a bit windy. He was telling me:

Bf: "Look, now you see me in tees again"

J: "Oh, yeah right! And, did you bring your jacket or, not?"

Bf: "Nah, I'm fine now"

J: "But, don't you needed to take another shot today? Careful not to fall sick again"

Bf: "Nah, it would be weird for me to get sick again"

J: "Well, now you have to be careful with me"

Bf: "I don't know, by this point i should have some of your antibodies" (??? i still don't get it)

J: "Hm??" (He explained it to me but i don't want to write what i don't remember)

Bf: "Anyways, at some point you took care of me, so, now it would be my turn"

And he started to play with this embarassing questions like "Would you like the soup in the bed?" "Would you like me to feed you soup?" "Would you like me to cover you with a blanket? "Would you like me to tuck you up in bed?" "Would you like me to tell you a story until you fall asleep?"

All of those while i punched his shoulder and barked at him to shut up after each one. He could have been joking but in his tone i also felt like he would mean them, and i barked to him with love and embarassment. At the end he told me something along the lines of "But you know what? If the time comes i would do it... I would /like to/ take care of you" with cute meaningful eyes. My fcking heart.

When we got home I ended up deciding -just when he's practically done with his cold or whatever, boo- that it didn't matter if i catch it bc if i have to catch something it needs to be rn, i need time to get through it and recover, i have important things to do in two weeks, so, we had a good night

When we went to sleep he took the big spoon this time, and well, we slept. The fact that i got to try the aromatic candle and it didn't work even burning beside us for all it's short life didn't go away, apparently feeding my fantasies, or not fantasies (?) hell, it was so so similar to reality that i don't even know if it was a dream or not 😣

It was that, just like then, he was the big spoon and we were sleeping, then i wake up by the feeling of a soft and quick movement behind me, as if he were pulling apart, and after a second i hear a half stifle and feel more movement, as if he were stretching his free arm as soon as he finished the little rock after his sneeze to camuflage what just happened.

I was, oof, my head was screaming internally "was that a stifle behind me!?" In between my sleep, and playing with the fact that "this was so close! This was so close to the Classico scenario where B sneezes in A's back!!! AHHHH" i swear that i felt the darkness of my closed eyes spinning in my head, and i couldn't freaking move!! I could do nothing about how i felt down there 🫠 and i even remember trying to get the note out of that stifle! It wasn't a C, i remember thinking more of a C#, then idk why later i also started thinking about it being a B but, aaahhhhg.

I also remember pressing my lips internally swallowing a "bless you" bc i didn't know if i should, and bc of how I'm resigned to deny every sound that is not his voice in our nightly videocalls i also doubted if it was a sneeze, and also wondered if i could ask at that moment, or how to, if i could ask about it in the morning, thinking it wouldn't make sense bc it could happen that he didn't remember, or ir would be to embarassing bc who- why would a sane person ask if that sound and movement in the middle of the night was you sneezing? What do a person gets out of it? Does it pass as plain curiosity? I don't, in my fet ashamed mind, think it does. And then i woke up to the sound of the 7am alarm, in his arms, being the small spoon.

And that's how, dear snzblr, now i don't know if it was real or if was a dream.

🫠

#snzblr #snezblr #jenpost #sneezeblr #sneeze kink #snz kink #sneezing kink #jenbf

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artofseries · 7 months ago

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Imagine a MC who loves to draw and gives their drawings as gifts to A 🥺

I cannot believe I haven't thought of this before omg

thing about A is, they love classical art and obviously feel some kind of connection with it (I think everyone that likes art can relate to this), but it's never really anything personal

so when you give them your drawings, that would mean the absolute world to them, art from the person they love??

you can absolutely expect to see anything you draw get framed and hung up a few days later, even if it's just a sketch or something (mom putting your drawings on fridge-core)

they honestly would be your biggest fan and buy you the nicest art supplies ever, build you your own studio, whatever helps support you in your art ventures they WILL find a way to do it

this is the cutest fcking image ever and I love it so much and maybe I now have to write out a whole scenario for this

#anon #ask #me freaking out about characters I came up with?? maybe #I love this ask

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spacehostilityy · 2 years ago

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My NNT rewatch s1ep19-24

Ps these are backlogged lol I watched fast but then ran out of time for work. Posting this now bc I'm going to Appalachia to visit family and will have very little wifi lol

I know Elaine is pretty underdeveloped (nothing a little fanfic can't fix), but I do love how even in flashbacks, she's more serious and responsible than king

Why was Diane still like 6 after hundreds of years ?? Like why wouldn't they just show her aging?

ITS BEEN 500 YEARS? Meaning only a couple centuries before present?? WHY IS DIANE SO SMALL? HOW BAD WAS HER GROWTH SPURT???

Damn king rlly said mercy kill

The Druids having the technique Enslavement of the Dead is actually really cool because it shows us that the goddess race really was that fucked up from the very beginning. Like the characters realize that Ludociel and Nerobasta are not all there made out to be eventually, but we can see just from the types of abilities the druids (aka those closest to and led by the goddess race) possess

Hendrickson saying "bien, princesa" or EVEN BETTER "THAT'S A GOOD GIRL" LIKE ASDJSKFJSL hes evil and a little annoying but so fcking hot

Ban telling Meliodas he loves him and then trying to kill him while meliodas is just like bitch I'm busy we can do this later is so funny

this man gives zero fucks

Ban being the first to realize (after merlin obvi, but she always knew) that Meliodas is a demon and also being the first to accept him means so much to me. This is why I love their relationship. No matter how horrible the other seems to be (or is lol), they stand by each other. I mean not in this specific scenario, but Ban only cares bc the horn of cernunos told him to, so I don't think it really counts. (im delusional)

also I'm typing this on my laptop now and I forgot that I can type this fast ehehe AND i found a way to screenshot so no more taking pics of my laptop for meee

Something about characters begging for death (ban and meliodas) makes me become obsessed with them (i am mentally ill)

MELIODAS BEING WILLING TO LET BAN KILL HIM (if he can do so successfully lol)😭 I know he would just come back, but he would be stuck in Purgatory ASJDKFJSL I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCHHH

every day, i find out just how i much i am capable of shipping them and every day that limit is surpassed

straight besties that would literally die for each other is the ideal fictional relationship

esp bc melizabeth (my actual main ship) doesn't get rlly good until she regains her memories/is a flashback

AJSHDFKSDB FNFKS BAN PICKING UP GIL WHILE MARGARET AND VIVIAN SOB AND JUST TELLING THEM "im borrowing this"

bro i totally forgot dreyfus fucking dies how does he come back??

ok ban is having his MOMENT after finding out hendy has been using the corpse of the red demon HE killed 20 yrs ago

also I know ban is like 43 and the whole twilight argument is edward is basically just a 100 year old man so following that logic, Ban is middle aged BUT as someone who is close in age to Ban from before he became immortal, that man is the most 23 year old man to ever 23 year old man. He is chronically in his early 20s frfr

king realizing in that moment judt how wrong he was abt the destruction of the fairykings' forest is the biggest oh fuck moment lol

also i may have 🏴‍☠️ed the bandit ban ova to hurt my own feelings

hendy taunting ban by saying his demonic powers are all thanks to him and ban just saying he's "always happy to help" is such a mood honestly

hendy gets hotter with every demon transformation😔

Meliodas and Ban mourning hawk actually makes me so sad wtf

elizabeth is such a bad bitch when she awakens her power i love her

also hendy being like wow such a powerful druid as if he himself is not a druid and should know this power (and her eyes) is goddess level 🤨

i bet meliodas was shitting himself trying to see whether or not re reawakened her memories tho like damn he was actually probably so scared he would lose her in 3 days without the chance to break their curses

Diane and Ban having the exact same expression is actually rlly funny to me

LAST EP OF SEASON 1!!!!!

WAIT OMG IS HE GOING TO REVENGE COUNTER👀👀

wow i remember so little of season 1 lol

them all just beating the everloving shit out of meliodas is entirely too funny to me

HAHA i was RIGHT about revenge counter im literally a genius

😏 face down ass up babygorl

this is one of the cutest frames in the whole show fr fr😌

Diane: "Sorry we didnt come for you sooner!☺️" King: "Yeah we've never kidnapped a princess before haha :}"

so in the very last after credits scene, gil, howzer, and griamore are all standing around Dreyfus's work table staring at the drawing of meliodas's demon mark as. But as we know from other characrers later on, can have lots of different marks. Meliodas, Zeldris, and Estarossa all have the same one, but maybe this is a family thing? But if it is, why would demon!Hendy have it?? is the grey denon somehow a relatuve of the demon bros lol

anyway I FINISHED SEASON ONEEEEE

ill do a mini ramble over the ovas that netflix likes to call season 2 then move on to the read deal

#seven deadly sins #tess rambles on her nnt rewatch #nanatsu no taizai #nnt #7ds #tess rambles #meliodas #elizabeth liones #elizabeth nnt #ban nnt #diane nnt #gilthunder #howzer #hendrickson #melban #melizabeth #demon mel is best mel

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