#I finally thought of a ship name for them. how am I this stupid

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NEON LIGHTS

Pairing (Original Characters):

Jameson Lucas (Aaron Pierre) x Imani St. Cirie (Megan thee Stallion) Genie Adesanya (Jayme Lawson) x Ellington “EJ” Dupree (Kelvin Harrison Jr.)

Chapters:

Neon Lights Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: while imani processes her lingering pain over jameson’s constant betrayals, jameson reels from her inattention. torn between loyalty to her best friend and processing her own feelings, genie grapples with guilt and anxiety while ej does his best to take care of her. sloane attempts to celebrate the split between jameson and imani but genie intervenes.

Warnings: toxic relationship, them b words! (watch them b words!), explicit terminology, dirty talk (kinda), usage of the n-word (if you white and read it, you owe us $20) -- if we missed anything, let us know!

Word Count: 5.6k Divider Template: @cafekitsune

Notes: 

The following characters are original creations. Their voice claims are Usher / Lucky Daye (Jameson) & Summer Walker / SZA (Imani). We have no affiliation to any of those artists.

1 week after Sloane's party

Jameson leaned against the kitchen counter, his phone clutched in his hand as he stared at the screen in surprise. The image of Christian reflected back at him and he briefly wondered when he even started following that nigga. A quick glance to the left-hand corner told him it was Imani's Instagram account. Imani? With Christian? He couldn't even see that bastard's face but knew he was probably happy as fuck to be with Imani.

Look who came to visit.

The caption made his stomach churn. There was nothing downright explicit or implicated more but the simple fact that she had taken the picture, thought of the caption, and posted it? It made him sick. He knew for a fact she couldn't stand him. After things ended abruptly between Christian and Genie, Imani hadn't seen it for him. Ever. But now they were close enough for him to visit?

Texts left on read. Calls that went straight to voicemail. The silence was deafening.

Jameson immediately left the app and went to his messages, texting her a blitz of...admittedly emotional responses. She still hadn't responded to any of the ones before. He put his phone face down on the counter, trying to rein in his temper. He didn’t need to read the comments to know what they said. Fans were undoubtedly cheering it on. Shit talking about how 'cute' he probably was. Wondering if she had finally replaced him.

What if she had? What if the space where he stood was going to belong to another person? Not just Christian -- anybody? That was enough to turn his stomach.

Jameson's hand clenched into a fist and he turned around, hitting the first thing he saw...which so happened to be EJ's fridge. His fist dented the medal but it hurt him a hell of a lot more than it did the inanimate object.

“Ay, muhfucka! I got that imported from France. Watch that shit. What's your problem?” Jameson glanced up to see EJ rounding the corner, a cup of coffee in his hand. He couldn't quite blame his best friend for being irritated but he was going through some shit.

“Her Instagram.” Jameson muttered, nodding toward his phone. EJ walked over, picked up the phone, and whistled low when he saw the post. “Ain't this a bitch.” He scrolled through the comments briefly before setting the phone down. “They have a ship name too. Chrismani sound stupid tho.”

Jameson glared at him and EJ quickly put the phone down, shrugging. "My bad, man." “What am I supposed to do? She’s not answering my calls. She’s ignoring my texts. And now she’s letting him—” Jameson cut himself off, shaking his head. He didn't know what the fuck the two had going on but either way, he didn't like that shit.

“Letting him what? Exist?” EJ raised an eyebrow. “Because that’s what it looks like to me. You give this nigga way too much power, man. Genie has a history with him, right? You know Imani. She not going too far with him."

Jameson frowned at EJ. He was right but he also knew..."Please. If you saw the girl you loved posted up with somebody else a week after ignoring your calls, you'd be tripping too." He didn't know what to do when it came to Imani. “She told me to choose. I could be friends with Sloane or I could be with her.”

EJ set his coffee down and crossed his arms, leaning against the counter as he stared at his best friend. “Okay? So Sloane's out. Now what?" Jameson began to rub his hand over his fist, rolling his eyes in agitation. "It's not that easy!"

EJ cocked his head, leaning against the counter as he stared at Jameson with wide eyes. "Fuck you mean it's not that easy? Lose a friend, gain a girlfriend. Besides, Genie don't like her and Genie likes everybody. That's how you know something is up with her."

Jameson sighed softly, reaching to snatch his phone off the counter again. EJ had a point. Genie and Sloane had fallen out around the time he and Imani had become serious. He never knew what happened but wanted them both to feel like they could count on him. He didn't want to take sides. His friend vs his sister? He didn't want to decide. "Sloane doesn't have anybody."

"She had a house full of people at that party last week." "None of those people give a shit about her." "And you do?" "Of course I do." "You want that girl?" "No! No. I'm so fucking tired of being accused of that shit. I've known her since she was fifteen. I knew her when she could barely look you in the eyes when she was talking to you. She was lonely as fuck. And she's still lonely. I'm sorry I feel guilty abandoning her."

Jameson saw EJ's face change. From confusion to understanding all in an instant and for some reason -- he hated it. "You keep saying you're 'abandoning' her. You're not, man. She's a grown up." Jameson braced himself, knowing what EJ was going to say next. "She's not you and you are not your father."

He shut it down within a second, shaking his head as he quickly moved out of the kitchen. His father was a forbidden subject. Nobody brought the man up. Not his mother, not the press. Nobody. As far as the world was concerned, it was just Anais and James Lucas against the world. "It's not about that, man. I just don't want to abandon my friend."

"Do you want Imani back?" EJ called out to him, following. "Of course I do." "Let Sloane go. You can't let her think Christian is the only muhfucka that cares about how she feels. Let her go."

Jameson stared at him, the words sinking in.

“You’ve got options,” EJ said, approaching him and patting his hand against Jameson's shoulder. “Write her a song. Send her flowers. Show up at the studio if you have to. You flew to fucking Italy within a minute. Why are you hesitating now? Don't sit there and let this nigga come take what's yours."

Jameson hesitated. “You think that’ll work?”

EJ shrugged. “I think it’s better than...you know. Punching my shit and stalking her on Instagram. You’ve always been a fighter, J. Don’t stop now.”

Jameson nodded slowly, his mind already spinning with ideas. EJ clapped him on the shoulder before heading out of the kitchen, leaving Jameson alone with his thoughts. He unlocked the phone in his hand and went back to Instagram, staring at the picture of Christian on her page. It was bullshit but EJ was right. He couldn't give up on her. He swore he never would.

The texts came through fast, almost as if he didn't have to think about what he was sending. She didn't take any pleasure in his reaction. Not really. But Imani needed something to flip that damn switch in Jameson's mind. He needed to know she wasn't playing. The mention of Genie made her heart hurt though. She texted her before she posted the picture of Christian but there had been no response. There hadn't been a response afterward either and Imani was praying she didn't hold this against her.

She forced herself not to finish reading Jameson's texts. She closed out the messages and went back to Instagram. Cross-legged on her couch, the soft glow of her phone screen illuminating her face in the dim living room, she scrolled through the comments on her post.

The likes were climbing rapidly, as they always did. Thousands of comments flooded in, a mix of excitement, speculation, and blatant nosiness.

"With your bestie ex? Oh, messy Mani." "What about Jameson tho? 👀" "Girl, you’re glowing without him. Keep winning!"

Her thumb hovered over that last comment, her heart clenching. Glowing without him. Was she?

She tossed her phone onto the cushion beside her, leaning back against the couch. The praise and speculation didn’t fill the hollow ache that had been gnawing at her for days. It wasn’t about Christian—he was nothing. She felt absolutely nothing for the man. She got the vibe that he wanted something with her but Imani couldn't tell if he was delusional or just stupid to really think she'd give him the time of day after he was with her best friend. Then again...People thought that's exactly what she was doing.

The post wasn’t about him though. It was about the one person who wasn’t tagged, wasn’t mentioned, but was still present in every corner of her mind.

Jameson.

He kept letting her down. Choosing other people over her. She wouldn't him do it again. She closed her eyes, and the memories came rushing back like a tidal wave.

It was late, and the city lights outside their hotel room window shimmered like stars. She remembered sitting on the edge of the bed, the air thick with tension. Jameson stood in front of her, his hands trembling as he admitted the unthinkable. The night he ruined their relationship. All their problems went back to that one moment. “I slept with her.” he’d said, his voice raw and cracking. “I'm so sorry. Mani, I...I don't know what the fuck I was thinking. I was drunk. I swear to god.” Her heart had shattered in that moment, the weight of his words crushing her. She remembered the way her chest had tightened, the disbelief that had turned into anger, then grief. They were done, she knew that. He knew that. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Huh? It's fuck me, huh?!” she’d whispered, her voice trembling. Her entire body shaking. “I trusted you. I gave you everything.” “Mani, please,” he’d begged, dropping to his knees in front of her, reaching for her hands. She snatched them away, trying to get up from the bed but Jameson grasped her by the waist, keeping her trapped. She pushed against his shoulders, twisting out of his grasp as tears filled her eyes. “I'm going to fix it, baby. I swear to god, I'll fix it. I'm sorry.” "Let me go! You can't fix this shit!" "Yes, I can. I can fix it. I'll be better." "Jameson. You just told me you fucked another bitch and you really think I'm going to give you a chance to fix it? We're done. It's over."

She opened her eyes, the memory dissipating like smoke, but the sting remained. She reached for her phone again, scrolling back to her post. The comments about Jameson were multiplying, each one a reminder of the life they’d shared and the pain he’d caused.

She couldn’t go back to that. She wouldn’t.

Her thumb hovered over the delete button for a moment before she pulled her hand away. No, she thought. Let him have to keep seeing it. Let him wonder. Let the tags in the comments be a reminder. “You won't get to the chance to play me again.” she whispered, her voice steady.

With that, she exited the app, her resolve solidifying. If Jameson wanted her back, he’d have to do more than beg. He’d have to prove he was worthy of her trust—and she wasn’t sure she’d ever believe that again.

Imani opened her texts, shooting a message to her engineer and manager. She had written so much shit when she was trying to get over the betrayal Jameson had done -- it was enough for albums. Why not use this pain to start a new chapter in her life? She spent so much of her time worrying about him. It was time to worry about herself. Her music. Her career.

Genie had done her best to put it out of her mind. The picture was exploding all over social media. She'd been tagged in it almost as much as Jameson was and each time made her chest tighten. The knot of anxiety she’d been carrying all day pulling tighter. She promised to meet EJ for lunch and had arrived early, sitting primly and perfectly -- covered in Chanel. Her beautiful dark coils pressed perfectly and swept back in a french curl. She looked much better than she felt.

She had known Imani was going to post it. The text had come hours before, but Genie hadn’t responded. She’d stared at the message, her thumb hovering over the keyboard, unsure of what to say. What could she say? No one knew the whole story of she and Christian. All she told Imani was that it was over. But shouldn't that have been enough? Of all the men to use to make Jameson jealous, why him?

She had complicated feelings about Imani playing with Jameson's feelings as well -- but it wasn't as if she didn't have good reason. He was her brother but he was an idiot sometimes. The image was out in the world and Genie felt that her silence was almost complicity in hurting Jameson. If the gossip was correct, Sloane was a thorn in their relationship and Genie knew a surefire way to get her out.

EJ finally arrived and Genie glanced up to see him making his way to their table -- led by the hostess. A smile curved her lips as the two maintained eye contact. She had never been so enamored with a man before. Even that crush she had on Christian had been bullshit compared to how EJ made her feel. They kept their relationship fairly casual. After their night at Sloane's party, he had been with her every step of the way, reassuring her and being patient with her. He was more than she deserved.

Before he sat down, he came to her side of the table and kissed her softly. It was a brief touch of his lips but the stiffness in her shoulders relaxed. She felt the tightening of her chest relax and for a minute, she felt like she could breathe. "Hi, baby." He told her softly, moving to take his seat as she poured him a glass of wine. His sharp eyes flicking to the phone on the table. “I guess you've seen it.,” he said, nodding toward it. “Jamie isn't too happy either.”

Genie hesitated, then nodded to confirm she saw it. “She said it was to make Jameson jealous, but…” She trailed off, placing the bottle back on the table. "I don't know. It seems so out of character for her. Mani can be petty but she doesn't waste her time with people she doesn't give a fuck about. I don't think she understands what she's getting into."

EJ nodded, lifting his hand to gesture to a waiter for a glass of water. He was totally different from her. He worried about their friends but Genie took it totally to heart. Probably because she loved them both. EJ loved Jameson -- she was sure he hadn't decided how he felt about Imani yet. "I told him to go get his girl back. But I kind of regret it now."

Genie prepared herself to defend Imani. Jameson was her brother but she wasn't ready to absolve him of his sins. Especially when the reason their relationship was so chaotic was because he cheated a year ago. "They love each other so that wasn't a mistake. They just...they can't seem to get it together.," she said softly. “This is going to make everything worse. For her. For Jameson. For everyone.”

EJ leaned back, studying her with a mix of concern. “Did you tell her that?”

“I...I couldn't." Genie sighed, then immediately regretted the admission. “I mean, I wanted to. But what was I supposed to say? ‘Don’t post him because he’s a jerk who’s going to ruin your life?’ I didn't want her to think I was jealous.”

EJ raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you?”

Genie opened her mouth to deny it, but the words caught in her throat. She had been jealous at the party. It had caused a twinge to her heart to see a man she used to want choosing other women over her. Women she loved deeply and respected. He had already taken Sloane. Now Imani? She had been scared. But as she gazed at EJ, she knew he was one of a kind. There wasn't a man like him in the world. How dare she be jealous over a man who wasn't worth it when one who was sat in front of her. “I’m not jealous. Anymore.,” she said finally, reaching across the table to take his hand. “I’m scared. For her. For Jameson. I don’t want to see either of them hurt. Between Sloane and Christian, their relationship could easily snap.”

EJ’s expression softened. He reached out and took her hand, brushing his thumb back and forth across her skin, “You worry too much about other people, Genie. It’s gonna tear you apart if you let it.”

Genie looked down at his hand, the warmth of his touch grounding her. “I can’t help it,” she murmured.

“I know. You got the kind of heart I love. But maybe it’s time you focused on you,” EJ said gently. “Let them figure it out. You’ve got your own life to live, Genie. Your own man to worry about."

"Oh? Are you my man?" "Didn't you cum on my face a few times? I could have sworn last night that you begged me to --"

Genie's eyes went wide as she peered around the restaurant to see if anyone heard him. No one did but her reaction made EJ laugh. She snatched her hand from his, reaching over to slap his wrist.

"Stop it! Don't say that out loud!" "It's true. You did. And you're gonna do it again when we leave here." "Is that all you're going to do?" "For now." "What if I want more?" "I gotta make sure you're ready. So stop babysitting everybody else and let me take care of you for a change." "Yes, sir." "Ooh. Keep that up. I like that."

She smiled faintly, though the knot in her stomach didn’t loosen. For the rest of the lunch, she and EJ didn't mention Jameson and Imani but her gaze kept straying to the phone. Thoughts of Christian and Sloane filtered through her mind. For her last act of babysitting -- she was going to make sure they didn't ruin Imani and Jameson's second chance. If they couldn't get it right, it had to be on their own terms. Not anybody else's.

It was nightfall by the time Genie managed to convince EJ to let her out of bed. He asked her to let everyone figure their shit out but she had to get this out. Once she promised him she'd wash her hands of it after talking to Jameson, he gave her a kiss and let her go. Texting Jameson and telling him it was an emergency was probably dramatic but he shared his location with her. When she pulled up to the recording studio, he was waiting outside -- leaning against his Range Rover.

He watched her curiously as she parked and got out, lifting his hand to press to her shoulder as he escorted her inside -- like an annoyed but worried older brother would. When they were settled in a quiet, private studio, finally he leaned in and nudged her arm. "Talk. You kind of scaring me."

They sat in front of the mixing console, a track playing lowly in the background. Genie could tell it was one of his. She knew his voice anywhere but hadn't heard this song before. She understood a few words here and there but couldn't catch the rhythm of the song. Jamie looked tense, his shoulders stiff. She knew he hadn't been able to shake the thoughts of Imani and Christian from his mind.

“What’s going on?”

Genie hesitated, the weight of what she was about to say pressing down on her. She took a deep breath and shrugged out of her jacket. "There’s a lot you don’t know. Things I’ve been keeping to myself because I didn’t want to -- Well, I wasn't brave enough to do what Imani did. I didn't want to make you choose. But after everything that’s happened -- Imani, that post, the way Christian's been acting -- I can’t stay quiet anymore.”

Jameson’s expression darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes as he grasp her hands in his. “What did he do?”

Genie exhaled shakily, her voice trembling as she began. “Christian and I -- it was a fluke from the beginning. Maybe I was too presumptive but I...I told Sloane how I felt. She encouraged me to pursue him. So I did. I put myself out there." Tears filled her eyes as she thought of the way she had embarrassed herself. The sting of being rejected had faded but losing Sloane -- knowing what she had done? That would never go away.

"I found them together. At your afterparty for the Grammys. They were...Well, they were fucking. In your pool house. I didn't say a word. I turned around and left but I confronted Sloane afterward." Genie took a breath and forced herself to continue. "She didn’t even deny it. Said it was no big deal because...it wasn't like he wanted me anyway. He liked someone else. She knew and didn't tell me. I stopped talking to her that night.”

She felt his grip around her fingers tighten for a moment before they relaxed. The look on his face was...a lot like hers the night Sloane had shown who she was. Devasated. Confused. Disbelief. “She said that to you?”

Genie nodded, her throat tightening as tears fell. “I told Christian I was sorry. Can you believe it? I apologized for not being who he wanted. It was embarrassing. I'm starting to think who he wanted...was Imani.”

Jameson shook his head but all the pieces were falling into place. “That’s why you’ve been avoiding her.”

“Yes,” Genie said, her voice firmer now as she pulled her hands free and wiped her eyes. “And it’s why I think you need to let her go, J. Do what Imani said. Choose her. Sloane only cares about herself and she’s only going to drag you down.”

Jameson leaned back in his seat. “She was your friend. I wouldn't even know her if it wasn't for you. You loved her before anybody else and she...she did that to you.”

“Yes,” Genie said gently. “If anybody knows what it's like to see the best in Sloane, it's me. I always saw it. Until she showed me something else, Jameson. Don't wait until she shows you.”

He looked up at her then, a spark of anger in his eyes. "And Christian?”

Genie’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I don't know. He may really like Imani but she...she deserves better." She may be there to help Jameson fix things but she couldn't bring herself to tell him that Imani was just trying to make him jealous. Loyalty to both kept her conflicted.

They sat in silence for a while so Jameson could process everything. He was distracted, clearly overwhelmed, but she knew what he would do when he spoke next. "I love you, you know?" he told Genie softly, his voice thick with emotion. "You and your dad...you two gave me and Ma everything we needed to feel like a family. You're my sister, Genie. I wouldn't ever let anybody hurt you."

She gave him a faint smile, tears filling her eyes again. For somebody who could write music, he had never been eloquent with her about his feelings. They irritated each other like siblings but she had never truly said it to him. "I love you too." Genie said softly. “I wouldn't ever let anybody hurt you either. That's why Sloane has to get out of our lives. Now.”

Jameson nodded, agreeing without words. “I threw everything away with Imani to be loyal to somebody who didn't deserve it.”

Genie reached out, squeezing his knee. “It may not be over. Try it. Let her know you choose her. Over anything. Even if you guys don't work it out, at least you’ll know you did everything you could. But you can’t move forward if you’re still holding onto people like Sloane.”

He nodded slowly, the weight of her words sinking in. “You’re right,” he said finally.

Genie smiled faintly, relief washing over her. “Good. Now, go clean up your mess.”

He gave her a small, rueful laugh. “I'm not good at that.”

“Get good at it.,” she said, standing and placing a kiss to his forehead...before slapping him on the back of the neck. Jameson flinched but only stared up at her. “Consider this my retirement from worrying about you and Imani. My man told me to stop.”

His brows furrowed as she turned to leave the studio. "What man?!" he called out after her. Genie ignored him and continued on to her car to get back home to EJ.

God had to have a sense of humor. No sooner had he watched Genie zip off in her car, he'd gotten a text from Sloane. A dinner invitation. He had been seconds from texting a denial but he knew this message was better delivered in person -- so he agreed to show up. He spent the entire drive to her place stewing in anger -- pissed at her and himself. He had spent months bringing this girl around Genie, around Imani. Begging them to give her a shot. He hadn't even asked why she and Genie had fallen apart. He was a shit friend and a shit boyfriend.

The elevator doors slid open, and Jameson stepped into the hallway leading to Sloane’s penthouse. His jaw tight and he had no idea how to release his tension. He had no idea what he planned to say. There was so much in his head. All he wanted to do was yell at her. Make her give him a valid reason for the shit she'd been doing. The weight of Genie’s confession bore down on him, and the idea of confronting Sloane left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He knocked twice, his knuckles rapping sharply against the wood. Moments later, the door swung open, and Sloane appeared, her face lighting up like the sun.

“Jamie! Just in time! Dinner is almost done.” she exclaimed, pulling the door wide for him to enter. When he did so, she immediately wrapped her arms around him. “Hi. I missed you.”

Her perfume was light and airy. In another place, another time, he probably would have complimented her on it and told her that he missed her too. And that would have been the wrong thing to do. Becoming disillusioned with Sloane made him notice everything. The way she clung to him, the way she looked up at him with bright eyes, the darkened apartment, the Ella Fitzgerald album -- one of his favorites -- playing softly in the background. He stood stiffly, not hugging her back but it didn't seem to phase her. She took her time hugging him, only pulling back when she deemed it was over.

Jameson’s expression didn’t waver. “We just saw each other last week at the party, Sloane,” he said, his voice cutting sharper than the edge of a blade.

She blinked, momentarily thrown off by his tone. “I know. It still feels like it’s been a minute…”

Jameson stepped further away from her, his movements deliberate. He glanced around, noting the intimate setup of the dining table—a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a single candle flickering softly. The oven lit up with the smell of a dinner that he couldn't quite place. Genie had lit the match but everything was ablaze now. Imani's accusations were crystal clear in his mind. God, she had been right.

“I saw Imani posted Christian on Instagram,” Sloane said, her voice carefully measured. “I’m sorry…you don’t deserve that.”

Jameson’s jaw tightened as he stood with his back with her, trying to get a grasp on his anger. “Imani's mine to worry about.”

“I-I know,” Sloane stammered, moving closer to him. Her voice softened, dripping with concern. “I just want you to know that I’m here for you, Jamie.” She reached out for his hand, her fingers brushing against his. “You can call me if you need anything.”

Jameson didn’t move. His demeanor was rigid, his body language screaming discomfort. He didn’t bother to touch her hand, his gaze fixed on hers with an intensity that made her falter.

“Is everything okay?” Sloane asked, her voice uncertain. She tilted her head, her lips curving into a small, confused smile. “You’re not acting like my Jamie.”

"Did you fuck Christian?" he asked her abruptly, tilting his head to look at her. He saw it for a second. For one second, she looked caught off guard. She looked...exposed. But then the guard went up, her brow furrowed and she gave him a laugh. He could see her about to lie. "Don't. Don't you dare lie to me. I've had enough of that."

She hesitated but then moved away, heading back to the table. She tripped over her own heels and clumsily poured herself a glass of wine. Jameson finally moved, the tension draining from his body the more he confronted her. Sloane lifted the glass to gulp down wine before Jameson continued on. "Genie told me everything." He watched her choke on the liquid, leaning forward as she coughed loudly and took deep breaths. "And I got to thinking -- if she could do that to her best friend...what else could she do?"

She turned wide eyes to him as she continued to try to catch her breath. "Christian was...a mistake." She gasped out, shaking her head. "It was just a night. We were drunk! We got carried away!"

He heard the same mistakes he gave Imani and his stomach churned again, shaking his head. "You destroyed someone who loved you. Better than anyone else. Do you think that excuse works? You hurt the kindest fucking person in the world. And you hurt her because you could. You humiliated her! And you act like nothing happened! You didn't even have the fucking decency to tell her you're sorry!"

Sloane’s lips parted, but no words came out. She looked at him, searching for some sign of forgiveness, but all she could see was disappointment and anger. It's all he had left for her.

“I believed in you. Imani told me to choose and I...I said I wouldn't but I did. I fucking chose you because I thought you were a good person. I thought you needed me. A friend.” Jameson continued, his voice low and steady.

"I do need you!" "You don't need me! You want me. There's a fucking difference, Sloane!"

He heard his phone notifications go off but he ignored it. Even when it continued, he kept going. His gaze didn't leave Sloane's. Her eyes filled with tears as she reached out for him but he sidestepped her hand. She clenched her fingers tightly and sobbed quietly but he didn’t flinch. "Jamie, please. I’m sorry. I never meant—”

“Are you in love with me?” he interrupted, his tone weary. He didn't need the confession but he asked anyway. “If you ever cared about me, tell me the truth.”

Sloane froze before she gave the slightest nod. That nod hit him hard in the gut.

"You want to hear what I feel?" He asked her and watched as she closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head. She knew he didn't love her. She couldn't bear to hear the words. But Jameson figured it out now. A hard lesson to learn but...he had to give them to her. "I love Imani. I love everything about her. I love her so much that I don't know how to live without her. She makes me want to be better. I love the way she loves Genie. I love the way she loves me. And I gave that up twice. I keep hurting her and I did it again. This time...for you. And I regret it."

The more he spoke, the more she cried. "I'm sorry I brought us to this. You can blame me for it. Not Imani. Goodbye, Sloane." He moved towards the door and she followed him. Her phone rang out loud and she hesitated, tears blurring her eyes as she turned back to the kitchen. He didn't stop moving.

As he reached for the handle, she called out, her voice breaking. “Jamie, wait—Please! Don't leave me.”

He paused but didn’t turn around. Guilt grabbed a hold of him again but he pushed it away, knowing that enabling Sloane would only hurt her further...so he opened the door and walked out. It clicked shut behind him and for a moment, he stood there, trying to catch his breath. He heard her scream, throw things across the room, and yell out for him -- but he pretended he didn't.

Jameson walked towards the elevators, the anger he had carried up with him left behind in her place. He fished his phone out of his pocket, pushing the button for the ground floor as he read each text that came through but one caught his attention: a text from EJ that contained a link to Apple Music and an article.

R&B Sensation Imani releases surprise EP, Diary

As he browsed the article, the elevator doors pinged open and an avalanche of notifications from Instagram came in. Even more than when Imani posted the picture of Christian. To make matters worse, he got a shit ton of texts from friends and acquaintances. Half of them were the fucking eye emoji.

"Shit." He muttered to himself.

[snakes-of-the-undercity]

Controversial Arcane opinion -

I DON’T LIKE CAITVI ALL THAT MUCH

Like, not in the ‘oh my god if Caut wasn’t there Vi and Jinx could have been a family again and none of the horrible things that happened would have happened’ way, but, like, idk.

I love the characters but they, as far as season 2 goes, don’t seem to be very good for each other.

Honestly same goes for TimeBomb and Jayvik imo, but more people have similar takes to me on those ones.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate the ship, nor do I ship Maddie x Cait (love my little ginger girly but the first step to lesbianism is not to get with your police brutality boss, ya know?), and I’ll still read and interact with stuff about them, I just don’t really like them together because I don’t see many ways to portray their relationship in a realistic way without making them pretty toxic.

Ima write more on this later, but, anyway, Stan the most unproblematic ship there is in this goddamn show ->

✨ Melora ✨

[birdyisthewordyy]

Hiyayaya, I leik ur work >< I hope it's alr if u can do my request ^^

An au where Pony Express shuts down and the crew finds better things to do with their life rather than being in that stupid shitty company— and then some random ass afternoon they randomly see the reader, doing the most mundane things like just shopping or eating food. And yk it's kinda weird seeing them after a few years!

Yes, I need some crew x readers

a/n: OH MY GODDDD I LOVE THIS ASK SO MUCHHH YES?? I’m literally foaming at the mouth

Tulpar Crew x Ex coworker! Reader

Curly

You were never exactly close with Curly on board

You were a little intimidated by him

He liked you though

He thought you were very competent

So when he sees you 3 years after Pony Express kicks the bucket, he’s more than happy

Walks in and shouts your name with no shame

Sits down across from you and chats it up

You talk about mundane things like life on the Tulpar, your families, life since Pony Express disbanded, and so on

He gets roped into the conversation

And your eyes

And the way you talk

“Let’s do this again sometime, yeah?”

Cue weekly meetings

Jimmy

Jimmy despised Pony Express

You were just another person who he had to deal with

So when he sees you walking down the street, he doesn’t try to get your attention by any means

Puts his head down and hands in his pockets

Doesn’t help

You see him

“Jimmy?! Hey!”

You run over and say hi enthusiastically

Like you missed him or some shit

He doesn’t hold up his end of the conversation…like at all

“Yeah, yeah. Uh huh.”

You talk about how you didn’t like Pony Express either

You hug him when you go

He doesn’t like how it makes his chest feel tight and weird

Swansea

A lot like Jimmy, but this time he has an actual reason to hate Pony Express

He’s grown to hate it over the years and was thankful when it finally shut down

But it raises the question: where does he go from here?

Applies for a lot of bodyguards jobs and the like

Finds you working at a club he applied to be the bouncer for

In a less than ideal waitress uniform

Doesn’t stare though

He’s a gentleman

Or is he? Wink

He and you don’t talk but you recognize each other

And give each other “Good to see you” glances

He liked you on the ship

You were one of the few people who knew how to do anything

So it’s always to see a… you

Daisuke

Daisuke…

He went back to living off his parents

Just for a bit, he swears

He finds himself going out more to fun places

Imagine his surprise when he sees you at this amusement park out of town he’s visiting

“(Name)? (Name)!”

Runs right up to you

You walk with him and talk about life

Actually you don’t really talk much about Pony Express

Despite that being how you met

He knew that you had more to you

He wanted to know!

Tries to win those rigged games to impress you

Buys you cotton candy

You come home with him and you watch a movie

End up crashing on the floor

He missed his buddy

Anya

Anya gets sick a lot (again I am projecting)

Funny enough she has to go to the doctor a lot

Nurse seeing a nurse

And that nurse happens to be you

You were both nurses in Pony Express’s crew, but while she was assigned to the Tulpar, you got a different ship

She knew your name though

You take her vitals and give good small talk

You have to draw her blood

She hates this

But you’re damn good with a butterfly needle

She doesn’t feel a thing

She likes how you talk her through it

Makes her feel safer

You exchange numbers and promise to get a coffee together sometime

She leaves with a smile on her face for once

And antibiotics because she’s got another virus

Poor Anya

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Hi! congrats for 700 followers!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 i love your fics and one shots <3

following the game… can i suggest Navy (ofc) Rabbit and if possible starfish too 🥺🥺🥺

Thank you 🫶🏼

HI SORRY THIS TOOK A BILLION YEARS BUT GUESS WHAT IT'S DONE NOW :) thank you for your patience sweet friend

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Female Reader

Trope/Prompt: Friends to Lovers x Body Worship

Summary: Law finds out you've never had an orgasm. A doctor treats a patients ailments. You get the idea. MINORS DNI

WC: 3100 hehe

TWs: inexperienced reader, alcohol consuption, fingering, oral sex f receiving, power dynamic kinda, smooth talking Law, body worship and praise, pet names, ugh it's porn.

Climax (+18)

——

Sure, the Heart Pirates weren’t the scariest or the biggest or the baddest pirate crew out there… but they were still pirates at the end of the day. The Heart Pirates could drink. Although Law himself didn’t indulge in as many rowdy evenings as the other members of his crew, he still enjoyed socializing with them. They were his crew, after all. 

This particular evening, Law found himself bored of his work and decided to venture out from his office and into the common areas of the ship. Law shuffled tiredly towards the sound of glasses clinking and slurred voices talking over each other. He almost decides to turn back to his bedroom and try to get some shut eye. His back ached, the twinge in his muscles pleading with him to go to sleep, but he hears something else. Your lilted giggle floats through the metal halls of the submarine and straight into his ears. He wanted to at least see you before he went to bed… something sweet to think about as he fell asleep… 

“Yeah, okay well you’re stupid, so.” You sip from your freshly cracked beer and roll your eyes at Shachi. 

“Wow! What a good insult, y/n! You’re so fucking creative!” Shachi jeers at you with a big fake smile on his face. “I set you up, and you lost! You have to finish your drink, I don’t care that you just opened a new one!” 

“Unless you want me to barf on your cards, probably not.” You chuckle. 

“And I have seen her throw up. It is NOT cute.” Ikkaku pipes up. Ikkaku leans in and whispers purposefully loudly to Penguin. “Shes a scream-puker.”

“Okay so, I am not a scream-puker!” You defend yourself. 

“Yeah, you are.”

Your head whips around towards the galley door. Law stands there leaning against the frame, looking exhausted, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary for him. 

“Last time you had the flu I thought we were under attack and sounded the Tang’s defensive alarm.” Law says as he smirks at you. 

You pout and turn back to the table. 

“Okay that one time… and I was really sick, you know!” You huff. 

“Room for one more?” Law grabs a beer out of the fridge and sits down at the dining table without waiting for a response. 

“Of course, Captain!” Ikkaku chimes in. “We were just telling Shachi he has to finally tell that girl from the last island to stop calling him.” 

“She’s sooooo hot though! And she’s totally into me!” Shachi pleads his case. 

“We will never see her again!” You interject. 

“So? She doesn’t know that! And besides, the phone sex is better than nothing-” 

“You’re having phone sex? Here? On my ship?” Law immediately butts in and cocks his head in confusion. 

“… is that? Is that not cool? Did we have a rule about that or something?” Shachi questions. 

“No.. it’s just vile, Shachi.” Law shakes his head. 

“Hah! He thinks you’re fuckin’ gross!” Ikkaku points and laughs directly at Shachi who was making quite the face. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Oh whatever, I’ve been getting the best sleep of my life thanks to this! I’m like, almost twice as productive as I normally am!” He tries to build his case back up. 

“Why?” You ask, curious what those things had to do with each other. 

“What do you mean? Everyone knows how great the sleep is after you finish, am I wrong?” 

“You are correct there.” Penguin adds, sipping his beer. Ikkaku hums in agreement.

“Hah, okay. Wouldn’t know.” You add softly, secretly hoping no one would hear you. 

“What?” Ikkaku turns to you and asks. 

“Nothing it’s just that I… wouldn’t…? Know..?” Really pleading with your eyes for her to read between the lines and you wouldn’t have to say it out loud yourself. 

“Wait okay… you’ve never… had an orgasm?” Ikkaku’s eyes widen. 

“Correct.” You take a deep breath. “At least I don’t think I have.” You feign a laugh. 

“Oh you’d KNOW.” Shachi affirms from across the table, also staring at you with a bewildered expression. “Woah… that’s crazy. Are you a virgin or something?” He continues. 

“No!” You defend yourself. “The guys I’ve been with just suck, apparently. Can we stop talking about this?” You knit your eyebrows together and rub your eyes. 

“No way this is fascinating. How old are you? Twenty five? And you’ve never had an orgasm? Like never once? Even by yourself?” Ikkaku probes further. 

“Oooookay guys I never miss a good time to shut the fuck up, so I am going to head to bed!” You stand up from the table and straighten out your boiler suit. You were met with pleas and apologies from your crew mates, while your captain remained stoic during the entire exchange. You felt his eyes burning a hole through you as you left the galley. 

You swiftly make your way through the metal corridors of the ship towards your stateroom. You weren’t upset at your crew mates, it really was fascinating how you had made it this long in your life without feeling the peak of physical pleasure. It wasn’t for lack of trying, you had tried several times to pleasure yourself… and taken a small handful of lovers, none of whom could make you cum. 

You slip off your boiler suit and let it fall to the floor in an off-white heap. You pick out some grey pajamas, a thin camisole and matching shorts, throw it on and sit on your bed to brush out your hair. You untie your hair from the thick bun on your head and let it cascade down your bare shoulders. 

You had almost finished brushing our your locks when you notice the room has somehow changed… as if in the blink of an eye everything was sheathed in a faint blue glow. A familiar blue… 

“Wait no!” You could barely yelp out before you ass meets a different surface in an instant. “Ah!” You gasp and open your eyes to see that you’re no longer in your own bed, but in Law’s. You blink rapidly for a few moments to try and regain your surroundings. You catch your breath. 

You look up and see Law standing at the edge of his bed, looking at you with his shirt unbuttoned. Did he already have it unbuttoned when you were drinking… or did he take it off since then…? 

“Gods, Law.” You sigh and shake your head. “You can’t keep doing that to people. You could have just called my snail or something.” 

“Heard Shachi’s been keeping the line busy tonight.” Law looks down at your barely covered form on his bed. You push your legs up to your chest and wrap your arms around them. He smirks. “So… is it true?” Law walks slowly around to the side of the bed, eyes never leaving yours. He was like an animal stalking its prey. 

“T-the orgasm thing?! T-thats what you brought me here to talk about?!” You could feel your cheeks flush bright red. You sink your head further behind your legs. “I-it’s really not a big deal…” You turn your eyes down to avoid his gaze. 

“You know, the human orgasm is really just a tool.” Law continues eyeing your body and ignoring what you had just said. “The reason it feels so good goes back to our earliest days of evolution. All living organisms, even plants, exist with one similar purpose in common. Do you know what that is, y/n?”

You pick your head up a bit from behind your knees. 

“T-to… n-not get eaten by a larger thing?” You sputter out.

“Reproduction.” Law answers his own question. “Every creature is designed with a primal need to create more of itself…” He paces towards his nightstand and back before taking his massive sword off his back and setting it against the bedpost. “The male orgasm is necessary for human reproduction, obviously. But the female orgasm…” He trails off and you look up and lock eyes. “Is it a bit more complicated…” 

“O-okay?”

“Some professionals say the spasming of the female reproductive organs during orgasm allows for easier penetration through the cervix for the ejaculate to pass through… and some say the female orgasm doesn’t even exist at all…” 

“Are you seriously doctor-ing me about this?!?” You finally find your voice a bit stronger in your throat. “I’ve lived this long without it and-“

“I however, y/n, don’t care what the purpose of it is. And I do know it exists. And I plan on giving you at least one this evening.” Law says as he sheds his button down off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Tattoos on full display, his chiseled abdominal muscles right at your eye level paired with the topic of conversation made you press your legs together even harder. 

“C-captain that is highly unnecessary and unprof-“ You try to protest shakily. 

“Nonsense.” Law steps so his thighs are against the edge of the bed. His right hand comes up to drag two fingers up your calf and rest his palm on your knee. He rubbed soft circles onto your knee with his thumb. “Now if you’re done being so stubborn, we can get started.” 

You leaned back on your elbows and blinked up at the man standing before you, your captain. You couldn’t believe this was really happening, but you were too stunned to question it. You trusted him with your life and more, why not let him try and help you?

“Alright.” You say softly, more to yourself than to Law. 

“Good. Now take your clothes off.” 

You cock your head back in surprise and your eyes widen. 

“Getting straight to it I guess…” You chuckle nervously. 

“We can go slower, if you’d like?” Law takes his hand off your leg, a genuine look of care in his grey eyes. 

“No no! I-it’s fine! I just didn’t, you know… like… well I wasn’t really planning for anyone to see me naked tonight is all!” You say awkwardly. 

“The only thing I care about tonight is pleasuring you. Will you let me?”

You don’t say anything in response, but you lift your thin grey camisole over your head and throw it to the floor. You didn’t look up to see Law’s response, you just shimmied your shorts down your legs and resumed your position laying on Law’s bed. 

Fully bare in front of your captain, you could feel your cheeks become hotter than they’ve ever been. 

“So what should-“ You begin.

“Fucking gorgeous.” Law interrupts. 

“S-sorry?” You question. 

“You are so fucking hot. So pretty.” Law was no longer staring into your eyes, but raking his gaze all over your naked body. “Spread your legs for me, yah?” Law asks, a bit more pleading than his normal demanding tone. It was like something shifted in him once you had taken your clothes off. He returns his hand to your knee, bringing his other hand as well this time to gently push your legs open to expose your sex to him. You hear him suck in a breath. 

Suddenly, Law pounces on you. You’re knocked back on the bed further and your head hits the mattress. Law chuckles playfully above you as he supports himself on his hands, black shaggy hair falling towards your face. 

“Hi.” He grins down at you. 

“H-hi..” You manage to smile back. Law leans down further and begins placing wet kisses along your neck, craning your head to the side almost involuntarily.  “O-oh okay.. t-that’s fine… AH!” You feel a cold hand pinch your left nipple.  

“So sensitive… this is going to be easy..” You feel Law’s mouth curve into a smile as he litters more kisses on you, this time across your collarbone. He moves his head lower and captures your right nipple in his soft lips and sucks gently. You let out a long sigh and throw your head back against the mattress further. Quiet gasps left your mouth as he worked your chest in his hands and tongue. 

Without fully realizing that Law’s hand had left your breast, you feel it cup your mound firmly without warning. You try to close your legs instinctively at the sudden contact. 

“Ah ah, no y/n. You’ve been hiding this pretty thing from me for too long.” Law says as he pulls back from your chest. He pressed his fingers against the top of your slit and started rubbing it in circles. “I promise it’ll feel so good.”  

Law leans up and places a gentle kiss on your parted mouth, you were too dazed to kiss him back just yet. He pulls away and settles himself on the floor on his knees in front of where you were laying. Strong arms hook under your knees and drag you swiftly so that your legs were hanging off the bed and your sex was mere inches from his hungry gaze and spit-slicked lips. 

“Even more fucking beautiful than I’d imagined…” Law says as he spreads your pussy with his thumb and forefinger, exposing your throbbing clit and dripping hole to him. “So eager and ready for me…” 

“Wait you imagi- SHIT!” You cry out as you feel Law’s hot tongue lap at your clit. It was so good, so thoughtful, so precise… he knew exactly what he was doing. “Oh my god-“ You had never received better head and he was only just getting started… maybe he was going to fulfill his promise. He alternative between suckling at your sensitive pearl and taking wide swaths over your whole sex with his entire mouth, as if he was trying to drink up every last drop your pussy was offering him. 

“So sweet…” You could barely understand what Law was muttering about, he was so drunk off your essence that all you could really hear was pained moans and groans of “mmhmmpph” as he enjoyed your taste. Your back was arching off the bed and you grabbed at Law’s hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you as you wanted to make sure he kept going. 

You moaned loudly as he slipped two fingers into your eager hole. He distracted you with harsh sucks to your clit as he crooked his fingers upwards inside of you. 

“Wait fuck!” You cry out, feeling a foreign sensation as Law pulled on that spot inside your walls. 

“Yeah there it is baby… there it is right there… let it happen…” Law cooed into your wetness as he continued to hammer into your sweet spot with his two fingers. He resumed his ministrations on your clit. 

“Law! I can’t!” You gasp as that warmth and pressure in your lower half grew stronger and tighter. 

“You can… get out of that pretty little head of yours, babe. Stop thinking and just let it go…” 

You try to center yourself and clear your mind, eliminating all thoughts except for the feeling of Law’s hands and mouth on you. It wasn’t hard to do, his presence took over your every sense entirely… the heady smell of his cedar cologne, the absolute determined and lust-filled look in his eyes that were peeking up at you from between your legs, and the overwhelming feeling of his mouth lapping up your juices with fervor. 

“I-I think… ah! Fuck!” Your shoulders lurch forward on their own, your walls starting to tighten sporadically around Law’s thick fingers. 

“You’re so close, pretty girl… just a little more… squeeze those tits for me, yah?” Law asks before returning his mouth to your throbbing nub. 

You do as you’re told and you wrap your manicured hands around your own breasts. You pull desperately at your nipples and cry out from the intense pleasure. 

“Law!” You moan your captain’s name as tears prick the corners of your eyes from the sensation. 

“Cum.” Law growls.

With a strangled scream, everything in your body released and your breath caught in your throat. Euphoric waves pulsed from your sex outwards and you felt the tears fall freely from your lash line as your legs shook. Your scream turned into a moan, and then fell into a whine as you suddenly felt too sensitive to have Law’s touch on you and you squirmed away. 

You caught your breath after what could have been 30 seconds or 5 minutes and take a look between your legs. Law stared up at you, face and bangs soaked in some sort of liquid… your liquid… and a stupid grin plastered across his face. 

“Holy fuck, I’m sorry I-“ You stutter out through heaving breaths. 

“Don’t.” Law stops you. “Don’t apologize. That was so fucking hot. Didn’t peg you for a squirter. Nice.” He rubs his hands on your thighs as he stands up. Your face flushes impossibly redder. “How do you feel?” Law asks. 

“I…” You flop your head back onto Law’s bed. “I feel like I got hit by a sea train but also incredibly light? My legs feel like pudding.” You sit back up on your elbows. “Law… captain… That was amazing…” You smile up at him. 

“Good.” Law looks down at the mess you’ve made between your legs and on his comforter. He looks down at his chest and sees even more remnants of your release. 

“How about we get cleaned up before bed and I can show you a few more things, yah? You’re staying with me tonight.” Law offers you a hand and you stand up on shaky legs to follow him to the bathroom. 

“Hmmm maybe this time it can be your turn?” You glance down at Law’s obvious bulge straining against his spotted jeans. “I owe you one, right?” You smirk. 

— —

>:)

[sol-draws-sometimes]

Ask and you shall receive

The Barbie trailer mugshot meme but it's Adam looking Concerned and Caleb is here for the ride

ooooh YES can someone please draw this, I want to see this SO badly

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY KASUMI GOTO *  assorted dialogue from mass effect 2 and 3, adjust as necessary

i swear to god, i didn't touch anything.

in case i don't see you again, thanks. that was a lot of fun.

and the "boxers or briefs" question is finally answered.

there's a certain aura about you. like you've seen things no one else has.

there's no way you're recruiting me to fight in a galactic war.

i wouldn't bring you here if it wasn't dangerous.

this is our stop.

you say the nicest things.

i'm a thief. stealing? it's who i am.

by the way, are you going to call security?

hey, come on. i never get caught.

ugh, i really need to avoid dairy.

you know, twenty years from now, this could be worth a fortune.

all right. i'm in.

nice working with you again.

this place has more money than it knows what to do with.

well... nobody's perfect.

hey, i'm nostalgic, not dead.

i like the seedier towns. they're prettier.

maybe when we're done with the mayhem thing, i could come back and... recover a thing or two.

now stop bothering me!

this is all i have left.

i imagine with all that's happened, old friends are becoming a luxury.

you know what i haven't had in ages? ramen.

come back later. i'm sure i'll have more to talk about.

i'm not really sure what to do with myself.

i'll stay off the grid. no one will know i exist.

well, that didn't go as expected.

we've never seen each other in person.

no one knows what i look like.

if we're lucky, you won't even have to draw your gun.

i always expect trouble. that's why you're here.

we should probably wrap this up.

see you on the ship.

you'd look really out of place at a society party in armor, don't you think?

i was just thinking about you.

i go through everyone's drawers.

[name] won't be able to keep his eyes off you.

getting it back will be easier with your help.

please tell me your password, [name].

good to finally meet you. i'm a fan.

my grandmother used to make the best ramen.

honestly, i'm shocked they didn't come to see me sooner.

it's my fault for being hard to find.

i'm the best thief in the business, not the most famous. need to watch my step to keep it that way.

i needed to make sure all this was legit.

you're the real deal.

even without knowing what you looked like, i knew it was you.

that's a bit of a story.

they were looking for me, so i trailed them to find out why.

i guess it slipped their minds.

i'm planning to get it back.

you'll get a briefing when the time comes.

i have a way in, and i think you're going to love it.

you'll want to look presentable.

you look great. you should wear this stuff more often.

you have been waiting patiently.

they won't hassle you over a sidearm.

you have excellent taste in underwear.

i thought about living here for a while, but everybody's so tight-ass.

it's all about money to these people.

i do what i do for the love of it. these people do it because they don't know any better.

i'm not a scientist.

this is why i don't put strange liquids in my mouth.

it's a plant!

was i that obvious?

people are talking out there... and i hear it all.

sounds like you two had a nice date.

it's nice to be able to look out a window for a change.

how many bedrooms does this place have?

i'm not really lactose intolerant, i just don't put up with lactose's stupid drama.

there's something about the feel of actual paper in your hands.

[peanutbubba]

This one might make me a freak but "I'm cringe but I AM FREE" is like my slogan at this point so popping off I will be again.

I am half awake

Younger Law, 20-22, finally loosing his virginity after trying since he turned 17. He'd gotten close with plenty of people before, it's just that he'd either get cold feet and leave his partner confused and with a leaf in their bed or he his expectations weren't met so he pushed them away. Personally I don't label Law's sexuality, don't care much for labeling sexuality in my headcanons much, so he has tried attempted with both sexs but because I want to (I don't think I could type what I wanna so I'll let you figure out what I was gonna say) I'm thinking of a scenario where he looses his virginity to a dude, maybe just amab, I feel like virgin Law would be scared of a strap.

Guy's probably older by maybe 3 years, and it makes a difference, first person to get Law to calm down enough to not instantly ghost them once more than a shirt comes off, first person to make Law want to be heard by the neighbors, first person to fuck Law so sweet and good he almost considers offering them a place on his crew cause god all mighty the dick is that persuasive. Also, as a treat, they switch at some point or a few, still a lot of his partner talking Law through it and giving him special attention for doing so good at fucking them. I feel like Law is a default soft top/sub top, he can lay pipe when asked but bro just wanna be praised for doing a good job fr. Jesus christ if you've seen some of the other shit I say in people inboxes I love the aftercare scene like the most. Law is doing nothing after he cums!! Doesn't matter, carry him or push him off if you must but he is not participating in the movement of his body unless you're injured. Image you get done plowing Trafalgar D. Water Law and he pouts when you expect him to help clean up or he lies on you chest (BOOBY ENJOYER LAW TRUTHERS RISE) after plowing you and is pouting when you mention you guys need to get up.

This is not nearly as freaky as I had first thought it to be. Another day then I will bring you something that make Deadpool and Wolverine fans blush.

- ✨️💀✨️

Virgin Law being afraid of a strap is the funniest thing to me, like I can just imagine him making that face he usually does when he’s in complete shock, except now it’s also mixed with a touch of terrified because this colorful piece of silicone is threatening to destroy his hole. It also probably freaks him out that it isn’t real.

Anyways, as for my input, imagine marine hunter, or solo pirate reader actually being the one that helps him get over his fear. He already doesn’t have a good rep with either, but you’re able to smooth talk him enough to get him in a hotel room with you (bonus points if reader has an accent, or is just really fucking good with their words.), only to see how tense and awkward this man is.

You spend like a good 10-15 minutes just calming him down and setting up some boundaries with him, and he’s surprised as fuck because A.) you’re this super dangerous person but you’re actually super sweet?? And B.) you’re one of the first people to take the time to check in constantly with him.

Except at some point it pisses him off how nice you are, you’re balls deep in him and have already checked in with him 3 fucking times! If you don’t just make him scream your god damn name!

And now the fun part is that because you’re a marine hunter/solo pirate you’re usually just wandering from island to island with your own agenda, sometimes you just stop by wherever the fuck Law is now because you’re both in this unlabeled relationship with each other.

Sometimes you get him coins, medical books, more coins, just any gift you’d think he’d appreciate because you like seeing that stupid grin he gets when something he likes is in his hands.

As a thanks he always takes you to his captain quarter, the next morning you’re stumbling out completely dazed and fumbling with your ship as you mumble sweet flustered goodbyes, mean while he looks perfectly fine like you two didn’t spend the entire day exerting yourselves in his bed.

It’s always something new with him too, for a once virgin he can get down and freaky!

But one particular day you guys decided to switch roles, instead he’s on top now and good golly is this man so gentle. It can’t even be considered fucking anymore, this man is practically making genuine love to you.

Not that you’re mad about it, especially when you spew whispered praises about how he’s doing so good, or how he’s filling you up so well, and you can see his skin prickling with goosebumps in a good way.

Whimpering as he melts under your soft words, the soft sex somehow becoming even softer?! It’s great.

And when both of you are satisfied and done he’s laying his head on top of your chest and just resting, burying himself as far as he can between your tits. If you even try to protest this 6 foot almost 200 pound man just gets grumpy, plus all it gets him to do is close his arms around your waist and pull you even closer to him, burrowing himself even further in your chest like he’s trying to fuse with you.

It’s kind of cute, but also nasty because you’re both so sweaty, plus your legs are dripping with drying lube and cum and you terribly badly want to shower.

The only way you’re getting him off of you is if you physically pull him off and carry him to the bathtub. Yes you have to fill it with water, yes you have to wash him, and yes he is once more all up on your fucking boobs again.

It doesn’t matter if you’re on his lap or he’s on yours, either way you’re dealing with this until you have to clean your chest, or his face.

Best believe afterwards all he’s doing is putting some boxers on, you have to change the bedsheets and after that his cozying himself all up on you, he is the little spoon no objections.

On a side note, this idea get even 10x funnier if instead reader is already apart of a crew. He knows that you’re loyal to your captain and all but like… c’mon, he’s so much better!

It’s even WORSE if your captain is Luffy or Kidd, this man is not accepting it. What do they have that he can’t literally do 100x better 😒.

Join him instead… pretty please… with a cherry on top??

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I love this freak, please never stop talking about him with me 🙏.

Also as a Deadpool and Wolverine fan I take this as a challenge, hit me with the freakiest shot you got.

[fishontumble]

Kinktober 2023 | Day 1 Macro/Micro ZoSan

Warnings: Smut, macro/micro, dom Zoro, sub Sanji, whiny Sanji, pet name (my little prince), SEX ‼️, 18+ mdni, not proofread teehee

Summary: Sanji wakes up one inch tall and Zoro takes good care of him.

Quite literally an inch tall, Sanji found himself in a predicament. He couldn’t have eaten anything weird that would have turned him this small, so it must have been something else. However, he couldn’t shake the thought that he had accidentally put a weird ingredient in last night’s dinner. He frantically ran to the door that led out of the library, where he had fallen asleep the night before reading a book.

“How do I…” Sanji stared at the door knob that seemed miles away. He figured he could just kick it off and apologize later, but the knob began turning on it’s own.

“Cook! Breakfast!” The door swung open and Sanji barely managed to avoid getting smacked and crushed like a bug. Zoro stood there, scanning the library and even though he was the last person Sanji wanted to see in this predicament, he had no other choice.

His eye twitched out of annoyance as he yelled, “Zoro! Down here!”

The mosshead looked downwards and blinked twice. Instead of gasping in shock, Zoro had the audacity to choke out a bellowing laugh.

“Ugh! Just get me to the kitchen!” Sanji kicked Zoro’s boots and still laughing, Zoro grabbed Sanji and placed him on his shoulder. Even though he was embarrassed, Sanji was glad to see that it really wasn’t something from last night’s dinner, since Zoro seemed completely unaffected.

To make a long story short, everyone was still normal sized and Nami and Usopp made breakfast for everyone. Chopper offered to take a look at him, but Sanji felt completely fine. It was just a pain moving around the ship that was now a hundred times larger than what he was used to.

Brook humorously suggested, “Since it was Zoro-san who found Sanji-san, shouldn’t he be the one to take care of him until he goes back to normal?”

Zoro rolled his eye, “Why are you making it sound like I picked up a stray animal?” In the end, the crew decided that it would probably be easiest for them to stay together anyways, and that’s why both men were in the crow’s nest, Sanji watching Zoro train.

Sanji was pacing back and forth on the wooden planks, and although he was so tiny that he hardly made any noise, Zoro was getting agitated by Sanji’s restlessness. It was probably because Sanji wasn’t in the kitchen and unable to do much to ease his concerns.

Zoro put his weights on the ground and picked up Sanji.

Sanji punched Zoro’s hand and yelled, “Put me down! You stink!”

“Well, I am sweaty.”

“That’s not the point!”

Zoro sat down on the couch, but kept his fingers wrapped around Sanji’s body. Sanji finally gave up struggling and just put his head down. He grumbled, “This sucks. I’m stuck like this for who knows how long and now I’m in your stupid stinky hand. So, what do you want? To torment me?”

“Just want to take your edge off. No point in stressing about something that you can’t help.” Zoro held Sanji close to his face and placed a kiss on Sanji’s forehead. Sanji’s body tensed up, and then relaxed. When Zoro pulled his lips back and smirked at Sanji’s flustered demeanor.

Sanji finally relented. “Not fair. Let me kiss you too.”

“Yes sir,” Zoro chuckled, holding Sanji close to his face again. Sanji left a couple of fleeting kiss on Zoro’s lower lip.

“Tickles,” Zoro commented. He placed Sanji down onto his thigh and Sanji held onto Zoro’s thumb to kepe him from taking his hand away.

Zoro whispered “Relax, I’m not going anywhere.” He pressed his thumb gently against Sanji’s crotch, earning a groan from him. He began a slow pace, rubbing up and down Sanji’s pants until Sanji was grinding too, trying to get more friction.

“Look at that, you’re getting off on my stinky hand.”

Through deep breaths, Sanji said, “Shut up.”

“Watch your mouth.” Zoro pressed down harder at this and Sanji arched his backed into Zoro’s palm. Now he was whimpering, quickly losing his composure.

He began humping Zoro’s leg more desperately now, trying to reach his edge and although he wasn’t saying it, the stench of Zoro’s sweat was getting him much closer than he’d like to admit.

Zoro realized what Sanji was trying to do and quickly released Sanji from his grasp. Sanji’s knees were already weak so he fell when Zoro let go. Instead of being bothered by that though, he whined, “Why…? I was almost there!”

Zoro held his hand behind Sanji’s back so Sanji could lean backwards.

“You’re wearing the only set of clothes available in your mini size right now. Shouldn’t ruin them.”

Sanji rolled his eyes. Zoro had a point, but he was always on point about the most random things during these moments of intimacy. Frustrated, Sanji stood up and undid his suit. His precum was bearing through his underwear and Zoro didn’t miss it. Getting embarrassed all over again, Sanji slowed down but Zoro didn’t let that slide. He pulled Sanji’s underwear down for him, and it was almost cute seeing Sanji’s hard cock spring out.

Sanji yelped at the sudden movement but Zoro started grinding his thumb against Sanji’s cock before Sanji could react. Feeling Zoro’s bare skin against his own worked him right back up again. He bit his lip but the whimpers kept coming out involuntarily anyway.

“So adorable. My little prince.”

Sanji flushed at the pet name, and started grinding harder against Zoro. He began panting and his muscles were tensing up.

Feeling the slight twitches, Zoro asked, “Close?”

“Mm..” Sanji groaned, more focused on his dick than his answer.

“Use your words, or else I’ll stop.” He forcefully slowed down his pacing.

Sanji’s eyes shot up to Zoro’s and he begged, “Don’t! I’m close! I’m really close. Please don’t stop. I need this. So close!” His eyebrows were furrowed and tears were forming. His sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead and his hands that held onto Zoro’s thumb trembled at the thought of Zoro’s stopping.

Zoro nodded in approval and sped up, more than before. Sanji always did get so submissive for him with just a little push.

White ropes shot from Sanji’s reddened tip, getting onto Zoro’s hand. He let out a loud groan, throwing his head back, resting it on Zoro’s index finger. He kept grinding to ride it out, and Zoro let him.

After a few seconds, he slowed to a stop and was panting. Giving him a minute to rest, Zoro laid him down on his thigh. Through hazy eyes Sanji watched Zoro lick the cum off his thumb.

Now with both hands free, Zoro began unzipping his own pants and let his own cock free from his underwear.

“You’ll help me too, right? My little prince?”

[authoreetea]

two birds

sullys x sully f!reader

summary : two birds by regina inspired this so bad, lo'ak is your twin brother and you were his world but instead of neteyam, it was you.

warning: ANGST, lo'ak being so sad and desperate.

note: avatar has made me so depressed istg every time i remember nete dying i SOB. THEN I REMEMBER THIS SONG AND I SOB EVEN MORE. i used to think people lie when they say they cried while writing something they made BUT NOW IK ITS REAL CAUSE I'M SOBBING 😭

sullys stick together. that was the shared motto of the sully family and you all lived by it.

you and your siblings were close but you and lo'ak are closer, probably comes with sharing a womb together.

neteyam was like your mentor, he was always there ready to help you with anything. while kiri wss your confidant.

jake always thought you were a miracle child, being so different compared to nete and of course, your twin brother. you were his princess

lo'ak adores you, he was always so over protective of you and as were you. usually lo'ak does the rash and impulsive decisions while you kept him on his feet to think rationally

yet right now, you were the one making rash decisions.

as you stood on the ship that was filled with sky people, lo'ak had dragged you three into saving spider, after you guys grabbed some guns for protection.

once you guys have finally retrieved the human boy, you sighed in relief thinking all would go well but quite the opposite happened.

you were steps ahead of neteyam and you saw someone about to shoot him by his neck, and you didn't spare any time to think when you yelled

"nete! look out" you yelled as loud as you could, and jumped in his way. you felt the impact of the bullet hitting right above your heart, it took the air out of you as you and your big brother jumped down to the water with everyone else.

"y/n/n! you're bleeding, why in eywa's name did you do that!" neteyam was panicking, trying to put pressure on your wound as you bleed out, painting his hands crimson.

you coughed out, "i couldn't let them hit you, nete." your breathing became shallow and your pulse slowing.

you see lo'ak was already crying as he went to carry you to the rock nearest. "dad! help, they shot y/n. please come help" lo'ak cried for help, his voice was shaking and he was scared for his life.

he can't lose you, you were his best friend. you were two peas in a pod. two birds on a wire.

you smile at him. "oh lo'ak, i'm so proud of you, tsmukan (brother)." you said, your voice hoarse.

this just made his eyes tear up more, he was crying a waterfall at this point. "y/n please. you can't do this to me. to us." he pleaded with you as he noticed you were getting drowsy

neytiri and jake got to where you were and the yell your mother let out made you wanna reverse everything. "no, no no, y/n. stay with us, princess." jake whispered, his eyes blurring with tears as he looked at your form.

neytiri rested you on her lap as she cried and prayed to eywa.

"everything's gonna be fine. i love you guys." you whispered, your eyes getting tired and starting to close.

lo'ak yelled no and tuk and kiri were sobbing by your side. tsireya was crying, she finally had a new friend and she was gonna lose you.

"come on y/n! you can make it, please you can't leave me. who will stop me from my stupid decisions if you're gone? my tsmuke." lo'ak cried, his head on your chest and he hated how he could hear your breathing slowing and your heartbeat decreasing.

you smile, looking around at everyone. memorizing their faces as you knew this was it.

"i'm sorry brother, i am tired. but i do not regret doing this at all. sullys stick together." you said, looking at lo'ak and brushed your fingers through his hair.

lo'ak cried into you as he felt your last breath. looking up at your face, he saw you have closed your eyes and he yelled.

neytiri kissed your forehead and sobbed as well, jake rubbing her back to comfort her.

jake was trying to keep a strong face for his family but his own waterfall of tears betray him.

he caresses your lifeless face and his tears fall. he whispers, "i'm sorry baby girl. rest now."

"oh dear eywa, why do you do this to me." neytiri cried out loud. she was tired, she had lost so many and now you.

everyone was mourning as they lost you

no room will ever shine as bright as it did when you walked in. no place will be ever as joyful without you.

lo'ak felt as though he just lost half his soul, and he hated the feeling. the empty feeling as his heart just keeps dropping.

tsireya tried her best to comfort him but she herself was bawling.

this was really it. they hated it but they knew they'd had to live with it.

[helluvatrek]

Me and @kermit-the-fag-official made some dumb ships so here’s the fanfic💀

Their fic: https://www.tumblr.com/kermit-the-fag-official/769167417183207424

Tuvix x Lizard Janeway

Chapter 1:Bro is lowkey wild for that

Chakotay was extremely enraged as he watched Tuvix step off the transporter pad. “GRRRRR!!!” he exclaimed. “First, our helmsman and captain become lizards, and now our security officer and lunch lady became one person!!!.”

“Erm…ackshully,” Tuvix said, “Neelix is not a female, and he does a lot more than prepare lunch.”

Chakotay hissed. “I DID NOT ASK FOR YOUR OPINION.” He proceeded to throw Tuvix against the wall.

“Not nice, man.” Tuvix said. “I was like, just born. Can’t you cut me a break?”

“NOOOOO!!!! GRRRRRR!!!!”

Kes nonchalantly entered the transporter room. She looked at Tuvix and started blushing. He’s such a rizzler, She thought.

“ARGGHHH YOU STUPID FURRY!!!” Chakotay yelled at Tuvix.

“Erm, what the sigma are you doing?” Kes asked.

Chakotay turned around and realized she was there. He started blushing kawaii like a schoolgirl in an anime. “Erm, I was just chatting with my new friend.”

Kes looked at him in disbelief. “Bro stfu you’re not an alpha. Also The Doctor asked me to take ermmmm….Neebok to sick bay.”

“Erm…ackshully, my name is Tuvix; a combination of the names of my fathers.”

“Wait,” Kes said. “TUVOK AND NEELIX ARE MARRIED!? AND THEY HAVE A CHILD!?”

“Um no,” Tuvix exclaimed in a rather annoyed tone. “I am a unique person with the combined DNA, knowledge, and memories of Tuvok and Neelix. I call them my fathers because they did create me using their DNA, so it would only be logical to do so.”

“Just put the fries in the bag, bro.” Kes said, “It’s time to go to sick bay.”

Chapter 2: wtf moment💀

As soon as the turbo lift doors closed Kes started moaning violently and Tuvix was lowkey a traumatized mf at this point. “Hrrrnnbhhhfggggggg.” Kes mumbled. “Finally, someone lowkey chill as Tuvok, and as much skibidi rizz as my alpha Neelix.”

“Erm,” said Tuvix, “I’ll have you know that I have only been living for about twenty minutes and I am too young to lose my virginity.”

Kes looked at Tuvix in a sarcastic way. “Bro lowkey forgot I’m one year old. Imagine, could never be me.”

Tuvix was concerned. “So you’re telling me you’re not a virgin?”

“Erm, I thought you said you have the combined memories of Tuvok and Neelix.” Kes bombastic side eyed.

“Well, about that…..ermmmmm I’m just a forgetful person.”

Kes didn’t care so she continued moaning violently. I need to get him pregnant. She thought.

Finally, the turbo lift doors opened and B’elanna Torres was standing outside.

“Oh, skibidi!” Kes said in a frustrated tone indeed. “I forgot to halt the doors. No wonder it was hard to looksmaxx.”

B’elanna nonchalantly looked at Kes, then at Tuvix. “Who tf are you!?” She asked him.

“I’m Tuvix.” he said.

“Bruh.” B’elanna exclaimed and then she proceeded to enter the turbo lift.

“Whoa buddy, who do think you are?” Kes said in a preppy ahh way. She pushed her.

“Chat, aren’t you going to sick bay with this beta?” B’elannna growled. “Cuz sick bays on this deck, y’know.”

Kes hissed. “HOW DARE YOU CALL MY ALPHA SIGMA DISCORD KITTEN A BETA!!!!” B’elanna rolled her eyes and yeeted Tuvix and Kes into sick bay. B’elanna barked at them to make sure they didn’t come back into the turbo lift.

Chapter 3: Tuvix meets lizard Janeway

Tuvix was rather annoyed indeed that Kes kept touching him. Not as annoyed as The Doctor when he entered the room.

“Oh,” said Kes, “Hi, doctor.” Tuvix could see her blushing like Chakotay did earlier. Bruh, he thought. Why is blud like this? “This is my alpha, Tuvix. Tuvok and Neelix got in a transporter accident.”

“Argghhh,” said The Doctor. “No one ever tells me what’s going on around here.”

Suddenly, Tuvix’s ears bled. “ERMMM!!!! WHAT IN THE ACKSHULLY IS THAT SONG!?”

The Doctor was super pissed. “I’ll have you know that this is my favorite song.” He said angrily. He sang, “FROM THE SCREEN TO THE RING TO THE PEN TO THE KING WHERES MY CROWN THATS MY BLING ALWAYS DRAMA WHEN I RING!!!!!”

“Bro actually thought he ate.” Tom Paris said while laying on the bio beds. He still had some lizard characteristics, such as the tail, so it was really hard for him to mew without having to change his gyatt position every 5 seconds. Janeway was there too, and as Tuvix looked at her, he realized he was blushing in the same way Kes and Chakotay were.

“Hey you beta!” Janeway called to The Doctor. “Who is this mf?”

The Doctor sighed. “Tuvok and Neelix got combined bruh.”

“Bro…that sucks.”

“REAL!” The Doctor exclaimed. “He doesn’t even like my music taste!”

Janeway mewed. “Blud no KSI song is a bop wtf man.”

Tuvix tried not to giggle, because Janeway was so rizzful.

“So, when are we gonna get Tuvok and Neelix back?” Janeway asked The Doctor.

“Soon,” he said, with a huge smirk on his face.

“NOOOOO!!!!” Tuvix cried. “PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE TO PROVE MYSELF AN ALPHA MALE!!!!”

Janeway looked at Tuvix, and she realized he had kind of a jawline. “Have you been mewing lately?” She asked.

“No?”

“Bruh never mind.”

Chapter 4: THE EPIC EDGING BATTLE pt 1: Tom Paris is moaning

“HES MY EDGER!!” Kes screamed angrily. “HOW DARE YOU TRY TO RIZZ HIM UP!!!” Janeway was very angry so she yeeted Kes with her lizard tail.

“GRRRRRRRR!!” Kes exclaimed. “SKIBIDI TOILET AHH TAIL!!”

Janeway lowkey didn’t really care cause she was just a chill guy who lowkey didn’t really care.

The Doctor looked at Tom Paris.

Tom Paris moaned, “If you don’t hawk tuah, then I won’t talk tuah.”

The Doctor sighed and then proceeded to spit on that thang.

“Ugggghhhh,” Paris mogged. “Now glaze my lizard toes.”

The Doctor looked at how dry and sad his toes were. “Only if it gives you aura.”

Meanwhile, Tuvix was watching Janeway and Kes fight. “THATS IT!” Janeway announced. “I CHALLENGE YOU…..TO AN EPIC EDGING BATTLE!!!”

The Doctor gasped. “Did I hear what I thought I heard?” He smiled. “Ah, I remember the first edging battle on this ship.”

Kes rolled her eyes.

The Doctor continued, “It was when we first lost our aura-“

“GRRRRRR!!!!” Janeway screamed. “SILENCE!!!” Tuvix watched quietly as Janeway and Kes edged violently. Kes moaned….Janeway moaned….they both moaned…. The Doctor was still getting Tom Paris oiled up. Tuvix was still worried about his aura points.

“Gyatttttt.” Said Tom.

“Bruh,” said The Doctor.

“Shush.”

“Okay…..Alpha.” Tom moaned freakily.

Suddenly someone yelled, “SKIBIDI TOILET!!! ENSIGN KIM IS PREGNANT!!”

Chapter 5: THE EPIC EDGING BATTLE pt 2: Ensign Kim is pregnant

“But how?” The Doctor asked. “He can’t be pregnant, he’s a man.”

B’elanna explained, “So you know that Quinn guy? Well it turns he and Harry Kim secretly fell in love and so Quinn used his magic aura points to make him pregnant.”

Harry Kim was furious. “Doctor, B’elanna is lying. Chakotay is the father.”

The Doctor lowkey didn’t really care, because he was still in the middle of massaging Tom’s lizard toes.

“Bruh,” Tom said to Kim, “YOU MOG SOMEONE ELSE, HUH?! YOU STUPID BETA! THATS IT, WERE NOT RIZZING NO MORE!!!”

Kim looked at him awkwardly, “Erm, we were never dating, what the sigma are you talking about? Also, why is The Doctor getting you oiled up?”

Tom was cooked.

Meanwhile, Janeway and Kes were still doing their epic edging battle. Janeway was edging so fast barely anyone could identify her aura. Kes got blinded by the light of her mewing. “NOOOO!!!” Said Kes, “AHHHHHH!!!” Janeway’s streak of edging light was so powerful that it lowkey ate and left no crumbs. Kes died.

“NOOOOOOO!!!!” B’elanna cried, “MY UWU COTTAGE CORE DISCORD KITTEN!!!!”

Harry smirked. “Maybe you shouldn’t have lied to The Doctor about who the father to my child is!!!”

“The gacha heat is wild.” Tuvix exclaimed.

“SHUT UP, TUVIX!!!! NO ONE LIKES YOU!!!” B’elanna yelled angrily.

Tuvix lost so much aura that he never won a dress to impress game ever again.

Chapter 6: Tuvix gets unalived I think

“Golly gee,” Janeway announced. “Looks like I won the epic edging battle.”

Tuvix blushed. “Now we can get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.”

The Doctor sighed. “Well, sorry to burst yer bubble, but I have just found a way to bring Tuvok and Neelix back. And also to make you lizard folk human again.”

“GRRRRRRR!!!!” said Janeway.

Tuvix knew what he had to do because queen never cry. “WAIT! THEY DONT LOVE YOU LIKE I LOVE YOU!!!!!!”

The Doctor side eyed bro. “Chat, I barely know you.”

Tuvix was lowkey cooked. He looked at the dead body of Kes. “Erm, shouldn’t we have a funeral for bro or smth?”

B’elanna blushed kawaii just thinking about her. Tom Paris started hitting the griddy. Harry was in labor. The Doctor was rewriting his program subroutines to emit the perfect jawline.

Tuvix sighed. No one cares about me. “Do it,” he said sadly, “Kill me. I deserve it. I’m a mistake.” He said to The Doctor.

“Just put the fries in the bag bro.”

Bro did the transporter thing and now Tuvok and Neelix are mewing again. The Doctor also cured Janeway and Tom’s incurable beta disease somehow.

“Erm, hi Mr. Vulcan, I mean…alpha male…I’m your discord kitten, right?” Neelix said in his gacha life male anime protagonist ahh voice.

“No, wtf-“ Tuvok was cut off as he heard Harry moan violently.

“Oh my sigma!” B’elanna exclaimed. “It’s a lizard baby!!”

“That’s enough sick bay for today.” Tom said as he proceeded to leave.

“We can be a polycule right?” Janeway and Tuvok asked Neelix.

“Sure skibidi slicers.”

THE END😤😤😤

[sanjis-moulinrouge]

Calling you in dreams

Zoro x Sanji | +18

Summary: The blond approached… “is he okay?” he looked at Zoro with a worried expression on his face.

"San-ji ssh-"

In his dreams, did he call him by his name? Why only in those moments? Sanji was overthinking...

(Sanji gets a surprise when he hears Zoro's unconscious thoughts).

a/n: smut + cuteness.

AO3

“Oi Marimo don’t fall asleep, you need to go up to the crow’s nest” Sanji said while organizing the pantry

Zoro had settled on the couch in front of the kitchen. He could see Sanji's figure moving harmoniously. Finally, the ship was quiet.

“Mosshead, did you get it? Go outside”

“I heard you stupid, just leave me a little longer” He stretched his body along the couch. “Wake me up when you go to sleep, you have a lot of things to sort out…”

“Argh, how annoying.” Despite adding that, Sanji felt good when one of his nakamas was around. Especially late at night, he loved silence, but sometimes some memories disturbed his mind, and when it was too much, he knew he could say some meaningless nonsense to Zoro to distract himself.

“Mmm, he doesn't look that demonic and silly when he sleeps,” Sanji thought as he stopped to light a cigarette. His eyes looked carefully at every inch of Zoro's body, the swords were a short distance away. His guard was down, his breathing was calm. The cook stared closely at Zoro's profile, his eyebrows were arched as always, frowning.

“I wonder if he's really resting… What if I get a blanket for him? Is he warm enough?” “I could replace him outside.” Suddenly the cook realized he was too worried. “Sometimes I wish this stupid marimo would notice me, but why am I thinking so much shit?” Putting out the cigarette, he returned to the pantry.

The swordsman was beginning to fall into a deep sleep, he only felt Sanji's faint footsteps and the smell of tobacco that was floating around. He suddenly felt a weight on top of him and hands that slowly caressed his torso and reached his head. Fingers trailed through his hair. A leg pressed against his crotch. When he opened his eyes... he saw the cook approaching his face. Unable to say a word, he thought a lot about how good his entire body felt, the heat, lips seeking him, he felt his abruptness and reacted instinctively, he responded with the kiss. His lips were slowly experiencing the taste of the blond, the delicate kisses became desperate. His tongues burned and exchanged saliva. He felt Sanji’s legs straddle his sides as a weight settled on his lap.

What was the cook thinking?! Why would he do such a thing? His nakamas could catch them, it wasn't something Zoro really cared about, but had the blond lost control or was it something else? Whatever it was, it felt so good.

“Fuck curly, I wanted you like this” Zoro gasped.

“I'm gonna make you pay for falling asleep” 

Feeling Sanji's breathing caused a rush of heat all over his body and in his pants. Feeling that tension in his crotch only made the swordsman want him frantically. Zoro had a slight idea that the blond was a good kisser, as he confirmed it for himself, he didn't want him to let go. His tongue felt so good inside his mouth.

Zoro was fascinated by the sight of Sanji's erection pressing against his pants as his hips moved. The blonde was mesmerizing. A warm hand around the back of his neck made him look up. Sanji stared at him, moving closer with his lips parted until their noses touched, hips still moving.

“Don't stop cook” Zoro whined “I want you to be only mine”

“I'm yours mossy, but since I'm a little upset, I don't want to please you so quickly”

Zoro was surprised at the cook's nerve and at the challenging tone in his voice.

"But you love me, don't you? you want this?" Sanji groaned as he rocked his hips harder. It felt like the cook was determined to make him come. Zoro felt shivers while hearing Sanji’s panting and moaning, which didn't help at all. His heart raced and now his breathing became shallower.

“Oh, I see” The blond stood up, observing the slightly desperate expression on Zoro's face.

Sanji took off his pants. “Touch me and hold this,” he guided Zoro’s hand toward his erection.

“Jerk me off” he commanded, gasping.

Zoro sat down fast on the couch, Sanji sat in front of him with his legs spread.

“I want you to do it while staring at me.”

The swordsman began to give slow strokes, holding Sanji's thigh firmly with his free hand. Seeing Sanji's aroused face turned him on.

“Faster Marimo” 

The blonde squirmed and his face heated up every time he noticed Zoro’s fixed gaze on him.

Suddenly, Zoro put his dick inside his mouth, sipping the tip. It was so warm and wet that it was difficult for Sanji to cope with the sensations, he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. “Marimo, no...no… you're enjoying this.”

“SHH, Cook, you’re closer… don’t fucking lie” Zoro repplied as he released him before making him reach his limit.

“But, you know what, got me hard” Zoro took off his clothes and Sanji watched his cock convulse.

“Kiss me” Sanji sighed. Long, wet kisses spread over their bodies. Zoro was fascinated by running his tongue down Sanji's neck because he could smell all of his scent. He always smelled good even though his perfume was mixed with tobacco.

The blonde kissed Zoro's shoulders and chest, alternating using his tongue along his torso, down to his navel. He felt so pleased and complete. He had been waiting for the cook for so long, he felt like his body was going to explode, adrenaline at its peak, he wanted more. Finally, Sanji reached his schaft, wetting his hand he began to give the swordsman slow but constant strokes while he kissed and sucked his head.

After going out to make sure everything was in order, Sanji returned to the kitchen. He began to hear Zoro's breathing hitched along with soft groans.

Sanji gave a sidelong glance and continued with the chores.

“Hmm F-fuck” he heard.

“What the hell this idiot”

The blond approached… “is he okay?” he looked at Zoro with a worried expression on his face. 

"San-ji ssh-"

In his dreams, did he call him by his name? Why only in those moments? Sanji was overthinking, while at a short distance, he noticed that Zoro's bulge had grown...

“there…

Sanji”

What he was hearing was not a nightmare. 

“Shit… what should I do… should I wake him up?” Zoro's body was twitching a little... "he's fucking face is... gorgeous" he thought. Sanji knew that if he continued seeing the swordsman in that state, it could have repercussions on him. To himself, Zoro looked extremely exquisite, he felt helpless.

"What kind of things did Zoro really think about him?" the blond was panicking. “If I just… no no, i can’t” The blonde took a little distance and felt the electricity running through his body.

“I'm not supposed to feel like this now.” Sanji desired Zoro, he wanted to experiment the most twisted things with him… but also there were romantic thoughts. He melted with the idea of sharing a kiss and then a bed, but he didn't feel able to do anything. This was the secret that he desperately tried not to project when they had to interact, his impulsive reactions and his heart eyes when ladies were around were pointless because the love and desire for the mosshead were clear on his mind. He really tried hard to think again about the women present in his life, but deep inside… nothing could compare to the anxiety and jumble of emotions that the swordsman provoked in him. 

“Mmm… cook make me c-” his voice was sweet. When Sanji heard that he backed away, tripping over a box.

“Ah fuck this!!! That's just what I needed!”

Despite the mess, Zoro was still in his dream, Sanji longed to know what was happening in that world.

“Ohh… I'm c-close…”

“I'm gonna get the shit out of here.” Sanji mouthed as he walked out awkwardly, trying to breathe normally. He felt an overwhelming heat, he leaned on the railing of the upper deck and stretched his body, looking at his pants to make sure that his crotch was not accusing him of something. His body was shaking. “How am I going to look at him in the face tomorrow?” If the situation wasn’t so fucked up, he would probably have laughed out loud. But he was dizzy, he wanted to scream. Frustration had completely taken over him.

Zoro woke up with a start, his pants were wet and warm. As he sat down, he noticed Sanji's figure moving outside.

“Shit, shit, shit” he thought to himself. He came out acting relaxed, as opened the door, he could tell that something had shocked Sanji so much, his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen a sea king or something extremely paralyzing.

“Love cook, something happened?”

Sanji didn’t answer.

Zoro got closer “I asked you something”. Sanji's heart was beating uncontrollably.

“I should ask that, you were having one of those dreams apparently” he replied as he clears his throat.

“What do you mean?” Zoro yelled back.

“OH for gods sake… forget it… please go to bed. I'm gonna be here”

Zoro stared at him until their eyes met. 

“Marimo, gooo” Sanji roared as he hid his face from him.

“Curly, why are you blushing?”

Sanji’s eyes narrow.

“Enough!”

There was a tense silence. 

“Was it a good dream?” Sanji softly inquired.

Oh, god. He could never tell Sanji the truth. “I, uh, I… I… don’t actually…”

“remember?” Sanji muttered to complete the sentence.

Zoro couldn't tolerate the tension any longer.

“You know what” Sanji regained his tone and strength.

“I’m interested in knowing cause you fucking called me by my name… a thing you haven’t done since we met… at least you haven’t addressed me like that personally, so… you should remember” he half-smiled with a sarcastic tone.

The blonde's blood was boiling, so he quickly decided to confront Zoro.

The muscles in Zoro's face tightened. He let out a sharp exhale as he resisted the urge to do anything impulsive, Sanji had grown serious again.

“Can’t say,” Zoro stubbornly shook his head.

Sanji turned towards him. His eyebrows showed an expression of concern and curiosity at the same time. He got closer to Zoro, like the many times when they are about to argue over something stupid, defying him.

“Again, why were you calling ME in your freaking dream?”

Zoro put a hand on Sanji's waist.

“You’re shameless,” the blond whispered.

“This is it” The swordsman approached Sanji, giving him an affectionate peck on his lips.

Sanji sighed as he wrapped his arms around Zoro's shoulders.

Nuzzling and kissing, the blond asked “why did this take you so much time?”

The swordsman grabbed him to caress his back, his big hands were warm.

Sanji's lips were softer than in his dreams, and yes, he was an excellent kisser.

The cook trembled, part of this whole silly moment felt unreal. Zoro held his face between his huge hands, the blond looked so innocent and soft, the opposite to the chaos he projected some minutes ago.

Silence made them desperate.

“you… were preparing to go up, right love cook?” 

“Say what you want, silly”

“I want to spend the night with you”

Sanji blushed.

They climbed up and stayed still for a while, opposing each other. Their eyes met, Zoro's eyes roaming over Sanji from head to toe, while the cook just smiled.

Sanji broke the distance to hug Zoro. They sat down and cuddled. Kisses continued, the blonde didn't want to release Zoro’s lips, who was already struggling to control his feverish needs. The blond’s hands were delicate and his skin was smooth.

The cook was aching to feel Zoro’s hands over him, that night meant the world to him, it was totally unexpected yet it was what he always wanted. At the same time, he didn’t feel that ready to go beyond mainly because he was physically exhausted. His body was always craving for physical contact with Zoro, but he didn’t want to be perceived as weak or something.

“Tell me what do you want and I wou-” 

“Curly, this is fine.” Zoro noticed that Sanji was already tired, not only with what had come up, but with everything he had been doing in the kitchen.

“Let’s stay warm like this” the swordsman moved his leg so that Sanji settled into his torso.The blonde felt all of Zoro's heat on his back, which was soothing.

“Would you tell me what the dream was about?” Sanji urged while Zoro covered both with a blanket.

“you already know… but there was something else that we could try… later” 

The cook's body started to feel heavier and more relaxed. Sanji fell asleep on his arms, as Zoro kissed his neck softly.

[youling-the-ghost]

sfth incorrect quotes pt. 3 because I have no life :] (the link I used to generate these)

*obligatory "none of the shipping quotes are me actually shipping them"

AJ: Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew and dragonfruit. AJ: Fruits that do live up to their names? AJ: Orange.

Sam: Yo dumbass, get over here. AJ: Okay- Luke: *gleefully runs past* I’m coming! AJ, sadly: I thought...I was dumbass...

Sam: Do you take constructive criticism? Tom: Not without crying.

Tom: Luke, take out the trash. Luke: Sure. Sam, will you go out on a date with me? Luke: *seductively takes off glasses* Luke: Wow... Sam: *blushes* Haha...what? Luke: You're really fucking blurry. AJ: Why don't humans have a specific noise that means "there are bees here, let's leave immediately." Why are elephants more advanced than us. Tom: We do have a specific noise for it. It sounds like this: Tom: "There are bees here, let's leave immediately." Tom: Do you care if I take the skin off this Furby? Tom: I want to make him a god. Once he is free of his sinful flesh, he can begin a path towards enlightenment. He will take care of us. Tom: I also want to softhack his circuits. Luke: I literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that ever again. Tom: Here is my wall of inspirational people. AJ: Is that a picture of you? Tom: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.

Tom: Anyone else feel good when their brain releases a bunch of endorphins? Luke: Can't relate. AJ: Why would my brain release a bunch of dolphins? Sam: Hey, wanna help me commit arson? Tom: What the hell!? Sam: Oh, sorry, my bad. Sam, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson? Tom, whispering: Of course. What do you need? Luke: I’m scared that when you become rich and famous you’ll be embarrassed by me. Tom: Oh Luke, I’m already embarrassed by you.

Luke: What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Luke is such a nice person, Luke is so happy-go-lucky! Luke can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? Luke CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, Luke IS be in a bad mood. Luke: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable...and also assault with a deadly weapon. Tom, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK?? Tom, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it’s the LAW! AJ: Not to brag, but I can go into the Spirit Halloween without crying. Tom: I feel like I can be myself around you. AJ: You’re weird and quiet around me. Tom: Yes. AJ: *Reading a letter* Tom: Well, what does it say? AJ: It’s a confession letter. It turns out Sam killed my pet rock. Luke: I refuse to apologize for being weird or off-putting. That’s actually your problem. I’m having a fantastic time!

AJ: How long do you reckon it’ll be until Tom finally snaps and commits murder? Luke: I’ve been going through life assuming it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to him. Sam: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles. Tom: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? Sam: Seize the dick.

Luke: Watcha doin? Sam: Stealing my neighbour’s cat. Luke: Scandalous. Luke: Can I help?

AJ: Why's it called an oven when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food? Sam: ...What??? Tom with a gun to Luke's head: What happens if I pull this trigger? Heaven? Luke: Bold of you to assume I'll go to Heaven.

Tom, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with um, seven espresso shots. Luke, in line behind him: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.

Luke: I’m this close to falling in love with Sam. Tom: Your fingertips are touching. Luke: Exactly.

Tom: You believe me? Luke: Tom, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

AJ: My head hurts. Sam: That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity. Tom: Ok so, apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually severe psychological distress. Tom: What must it be like to live in your head? Are there happy ponies in there? It’s really something how utterly delusional your optimism is. If I didn’t hate you so much, I might even be impressed.

AJ: Huzzah! I got a heavily qualified and slightly sarcastic compliment from Tom! Sam: How petty can you get? Luke: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about. Tom: I am going to cry. I’m going to cry until I can no longer physically cry anymore because all the water in my body is gone and I die from dehydration. Luke: Are you okay? AJ: Did you actually just ask him that? Like, you need that to be answered otherwise you won’t know? AJ: *spins around in chair ominously* I’ve been expecting y- *chair continues to spin* shit *tries to stop spinning* shit *tries to grab a table to stop spinning* sHIT *falls out of chair* Luke: So, you’ve finally arrived- Luke: Here to save prince- Luke: I’ve been waiting for this day- Luke: Stop skipping my dialogue- Luke: Seriously, stop- Luke: MOTHER FU- Tom: I need you to come meet me, and I need you to come alone. Luke: And I need you to be less vague and weird. Tom: Things will get better! The Squad: Tom: Okay, maybe they won’t. Tom: But they will be terrible in new and interesting ways!

Tom: *fast-forwards all the way through the movie* Sam: You can't just skip to the happy ending! Tom: I don't have time for their problems. Luke: Hey, quick question. How petty am I allowed to be?

Sam: Tom annoyed me today so I told them that I can’t wait to see what they have planned for our special day tomorrow. AJ: There is nothing special about tomorrow. Sam: But there is something special about watching the color leave their face as panic takes over. Tom: You know, Sam, when you generalize, you tell general...lies. Sam: ... Sam: Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns. Luke: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!

Luke: Hey guys, what are your favorite kinds of pudding? Tom: Pudding deez nuts in your mouth? Is that what you were about to say? Do you gain joy from tricking your innocent cohorts? What if I actually wanted to tell you about my favorite pudding?

[endo-bunny]

My Pretty Flower |Tech x Medic Reader|

A/N- if you've already read the teaser then you can just skip to where you see "-_-"! I really enjoyed making this and am currently working on part 2, but I don't know when that'll be out. Feel free to tell me how I did!

Warning: mentions of giving up/neglect/ribs being visible/angst

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Waking up in a pitch black room wasn't uncommon for you. What was though was not feeling the chains that bound you to that cold metal table, always holding your bruised and frail body. You laid there in pain, fear pumping through your chemical infused veins. Slowly opening your eyes, you could barely see, but there was something unusual. Looking around slowly, there were no scientists or medical tools in sight. As your eyes finally adjusted to the dark room you took in more of its features. Your mind took a while to process these new changes to your off looking environment. The room was pure white, or at least that's what it seemed to be. You moved your head slightly, pain soon following, spreading all throughout your tired body. At this angle you could spot a door out of the corner of your eye. It seemed to match the room's color scheme, white. A million thoughts, a million questions, were running, swarming, around in your exhausted mind, despite having probably slept for a while. After about five minutes, you were able to sit up. Your body was in so much pain, but you pushed through, ignoring your throbbing head. Your limbs were sore from hours of needles penetrating your skin, pumping unknown chemicals into your veins. Looking around, you couldn't remember the last time you saw a change of scenery. You wound up in this horrible place during one of Cid's missions. You couldn't even remember what it was for, only that it was stupid and dangerous. You can remember though, that the last one to be calling out your name as you fell from the ship that was taking off; after being shot in the leg by who you're certain was Crosshair, was Tech.

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You could still hear the panic in his usually calm and stoic voice. After that everything went dark and you woke up in an empire cell. You were questioned excessively as to where the others were but you never said a word. It hurts to see all of the clones that you've known for so long become corrupted so fast. As you finally come back to reality you realize that this is your chance to escape. The more times the thought ran circles around in your mind, the more adrenaline that pimped through your veins. All logical thinking was out the door in that very moment as determination filled your body. With all of the strength that your nutrient deprived body could muster, you flung yourself into your feet. You did it, you were standing; you could do this! Not even a second later you were splayed out on the floor, your limbs giving out on you. What had you been thinking? Your body was too weak, you hadn't stood up in so long;let alone walked. All of those hopes that filled your mind were quick to run away as reality and logo instead took their places. You stared up in that dark room, tears brimming your eyes and threatening to fall as defeat washed over you. You just wanted all of this to end, you couldn't take it anymore. They did this on purpose. They wanted you to feel hope, joy, determination; just so they could rip all of it right out of your hands. They wanted to break you. This was all part of their plan, of course it was. They thought of this as if it were a game, because it was in a way. As your usually strong will started to weaken the batch's bright faces entered your mind. One by one, memories of then all flooded your head. You couldn't give up. You had to keep going;for them. They were all you had left. You loved all of them, one of them a little more than the others. Everything about him was amazing; Tech was amazing. You had to live so you could see them all again. You had to live so you could see Tech again. You had to live so you can tell Tech how much you love him. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted as the door to your new room was opened. Light flooded the room as you closed your eyes. You instinctively brought your hand up to shield your eyes. The numbness you felt earlier due to the adrenaline has long left your bloodstream as pain flooded your receptors. You're weak, so unbelievably weak. A deep and dark chuckle snapped you out of your trance. Footsteps could be heard coming towards you as one of the newer scientists came into view. You could never remember his name, only that he was cruel. You hated him with every fiber in your body. The man enjoyed watching you suffer as he tortured you by injecting such painful chemicals into your body.

"Well look what we have here. A defenseless weakling. Did you really think you'd be able to escape? What a joke, " The man taunted you, taking pleasure in seeing you so broken. The only thing you did was spit on his boot. You knew it was a stupid decision right once the saliva left your mouth but there was nothing that could stop it. He looked down on you with pure disgust in his soulless eyes. He scowles before talking once more.

"Disgusting vermin, get up. You have a new cellmate."

At that note a clone trooper brought someone in. The scientist grabbed ahold of your arm and rather harshly pulled you up off the ground. You were quick to grip onto the table in order to keep you up. Crosshair stood in the doorway of the room. He had his usual scowl and furrowed brows on his face. If you hadn't known him for so long then you would have thought he didn't recognize you. His eyes widened a little as they laid their sight onto you. You were so tiny, only skin on bones. It was hard to imagine that that was truly you. You were so pale, paler than ever. Your face was sunken in and you had so many scars and bruises on your body. He didn't look the best either. It was clear the empire didn't feed him enough. His clothing was very different from yours; yours being just a large loose white shirt and underwear. The shirt wasn't as white as it was when you were given it. It was decorated in blood and unknown chemicals. Thinking back to the chemicals made you realize how lucky, or unlucky, you were to be alive at that moment. So far none of their experiments have killed you. You wondered what Crosshair had been through this entire time. They neglected him, his tight blacks showing off his ribs and trig like limbs. How could they have done this to him? Anger took hold of your mind.

"How could you treat him like this? You're the disgusting vermin here," your voice was small, barely above a whisper;throat dry and scratched up from screaming.

You hardly ever spoke anymore. Most of the time the only noise coming from your messed up throat were screams and whimpers. If you had the strength and courage then an insult would leave your lips. Of course they'd punish you for it but you stopped being scared a long time ago; or at least that's what you tell yourself over and over again. Deep down you were terrified. No one gave you any mind as Crosshair was thrown in, stumbling over his own feet. He grunted as he lost complete balance and landed on his knees. The scientist and clone trooper were quick to leave the room as if you both had some kind of infectious disease. Crosshair, with his usual scowl, had a twinkle of concern in his scrunched up eyes. Of course he had been assigned to execute you but he couldn't for some reason; the same reason he couldn't do it to his brothers. He knew you were going to be questioned and probably get a little beat up, but he wasn't expecting this at all. With no hesitation, you fell on top of him as your arms wrapped around him as best as they could.

"I missed you," The both of you spoke to the other.

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PART 5 Playing with fire

Alpha!Kylo Ren x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, sexual, jealousy, slow burn, eventual smut, anger issues, swearing, harassment, needle usage, drug usage, dark themes

Am I drawing what I think he’d look like after years of being supreme leader, yes, yes I am

Previous part <-

Maker you were so dead, So dead! You just slapped him, the supreme leader. You locked your door like that would help and braced for an angry alpha barging through the door. After ten minutes thought you slowly sat down and your heart rate slowed. After an hour you thought maybe you were safe and sent a message to Leo to come to your room. The beta appeared quickly and you dragged him inside and locked the door again.

“Well then” he said chuckling nervously.

“I’m going to die” you said and he frowned.

“Why are you going die?” He asked.

“I just slapped the supreme leader!” You hissed and his face fell.

“You’re going to die” he said and you fake sobbed.

“Why the sith hells did you slap him?!” Leo hissed and you sat down.

“He said I wouldn’t be there when my grandma died! She’s getting worse” you whispered and his face saddened.

“Reasonable slap, how is she?” He asked sitting across from you.

“I don’t know, they haven’t called in a few days, my dad just messaged how are you” you sagged.

“I’m sorry” Leo said and you leant against the table.

“Maker I’m stupid! I should have never of left!” You growled annoyed.

“You did it for your family though, your grandma will be able to receive medical help!” Leo tried to comfort, but it didn’t help.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Fine I’ve got different suppressants” you said blankly.

Work went as normal, you didn’t see the supreme leader for a few days and finally heard back from your family. Your grandma was in one of the healers houses where they were, she wasn’t getting any better. Your mum and you had a one on one conversation, mostly tears, but you cleared some things. Your sister was another story, you had missed her presentation, an alpha, you guessed it. Apparently she’d been so happy.

You were walking to your office again, keeping to the side as always before you found your office. You opened the door only to frown when you saw no one till a scent hit you. The supreme leader appeared and you gulped as he gestured for you to come in. The door slid shut behind you and you thought, this is where you die.

“I have arranged a ship for you to go see your family” he said and you stared confused. You probably looked stupid with your mouth slightly open.

“What?” You said and he sighed annoyed.

“I have-“ he went to repeat, but you interrupted him.

“I know what you said, I mean why?” You said and he huffed.

“Take it or don’t, the ship leaves in three hours” he handed you a piece of paper and you frowned before he brushed past and left. You saw the time and destination, you probably needed to give it to the pilot, It had a five day departure.

You showed Leo and Brax before you began packing, you sent your family a message too. Though this was probably exile for slapping him. You didn’t care, you got to see your family. The ride there was sickening you hated flying. You arrived within the hour and nerves grew. Your ship landed and you got off, you looked around before you heard your name. You saw your parents and sister and smiled as you ran up to them. You hugged your mum tightly, your dad joining. You let them go before turning to your sister, she didn’t seem happy, but her eyes watered as you opened your arms and she hugged you. After the reunion your dad and mum showed you the new house, it was fancy, fancier than anything you’d seen in the old village. They set up a room for you, you unpacked your things before sitting down with them. You sat awkwardly trying to avoid eye contact.

“I know we talked…” your mum began sighing.

“Why though?” She said voice breaking and you tensed.

“This” you gestured to the house.

“Lana’s in school, you have medical access, access to everything really” you said.

“I felt like a failure” you admitted saddening.

“Honey” your mum said tears down her cheeks.

“I did, I couldn’t do anything for this family, my heats were getting worse, I didn’t want to tell you, medicine was too expensive I couldn’t quit my job either, but it didn’t pay enough” you explained.

“I have medical access, I have new friends, work I’m good at and can provide for you guys” you added wiping your eyes.

“How did you get here?” Your dad asked and you laughed nervously making him frown.

“I think this is exile?” You said and your mother gasped.

“No! No I-“ you sighed.

“The supreme leader and I have had some meetings, I may have or may not have slapped him?” You winced and your mum went pale.

“I’m alive! I swear! He said something horrible!” You explained, but didn’t seem to help.

“Are you sure he didn’t hurt you?” Your dad asked gulping and you nodded.

“He told me to come here for five days” you shrugged and your parents looked skeptical.

After your talk with your parents you went to your sisters room and knocked. She was playing around on a data pad when you entered.

“Hey” you said awkwardly and she sat up turning off the data pad.

“Hey” she shrugged.

“I know we haven’t talked much” you said grabbing the desk chair and sitting as her face went stern.

“It’s my fault I know” you added.

“But I did it for you” you said softly and she sighed.

“I’m thankful for what you did, you got me into school, all these things, but you left me” she scoffed and your heart clenched.

“You left without a goodbye just a note?” She said sternly eyes avoiding yours.

“I know” you said sadly.

“I shouldn’t have left the way I did and I’m sorry for that” you said and she sighed.

“I’m glad you’re ok” she said after some silence and you smiled.

“I slapped the supreme leader” you said and her mouth went open as you smiled. Her stern face cracked into a grin and you both laughed.

It was nice to have a home cooked dinner with your family, it felt like nothing had changed.

You were exhausted from everything and went to bed early. You unpacked more of your things, grabbing your suppressants before something hummed in your mind. You groaned a bit closing your eyes before opening them. A scream went to leave your lips as you saw the supreme leader. You held your hand over your mouth and wondered what in sith hells was going on.

“Enjoying your reunion?” He asked and you stared baffled.

“How? What are-?” You stuttered.

“I am the supreme leader” he stated unamused.

“I know” you muttered.

“Why’re you checking on me” you asked.

“So it is true” he said looking to the vile in your hands. You froze quickly hiding it like it’d make a difference. Your body tensed and you gulped at his stare before he hummed.

“Five days” he said and disappeared. You groaned a bit and let out a breath and glanced around the room, what the hell?

Next part ->

[formulapookie]

if you're still doing this maybe 21 with marcmarc ^^'

21 a kiss shyly

Bez feels a bit stupid right now, he's got a date planned but two things already went horribly wrong: the plushie he tried to win for Marc ended up being practically impossible to get and two, he couldn't bring himself to act normal around the older man.

He looked like he was walking on eggshells the whole time, when Marc had rested his head on his shoulder he froze, tensing up immediately and Merc could feel it, and thought he was rushing things.

He isn't even sure how he managed to actually get Marc to go out with him, to the fair of all places, to actually ask him to be officially together.

They had gone to the bumper cars and actually had fun, tried out the horror house but got too scared and tried pretty much every attraction.

"Marco!" he turned his head to the sound of the spaniard calling him "the ferris wheel! let's go"

He didn't have time to answer because Marc was already dragging him to the queue and paying for both their tickets.

"Ah! look number 12 is free!" and he was dragged to the little cabin by an over esthathic Marc, who seemed to be more drawn to this one attraction than to all the others.

they sit inside, Bez on the left and Marc on the right sideand they reach the top before the wheel stops, leaving them with a beatiful view of the sunset

"It's really beautiful here" Marc's eyes are wondering all over the horizon, taking in the landscape that was before his eyes.

"Mh yes, wonderful" Bez wasn't looking at the landscape, his eyes were fixated on Marc's profile the pretty curve made by his nose, the colour his cheeks had, the beautiful form of his lips.

Marc turned over and caught him staring, which made Bez go completely red, and started stuttering

Bez just wanted one thing that night, to kiss Marc and finally ask him to be together, not just fuckbuddies or whatever they were.

"I- uhm I aah Marc I" he kept stumbling in his words, finally getting them all lined up when he felt Mar'c fingers stroking the back of his hand.

"Can I kiss you Marc?" Marc's smile got broader, nodding slightly with his head.

It was a slow movement from Bez' part, he didn't know if he had to kiss him rushed, or possessive or whichever other way existed.

So he ended up pressing his trembling lips on Marc's, ready to feel Marc regret it because he was pathetic.

The kiss was quick, kinda seemed the type of kiss that people during the first year of high school school give each other.

Marc had smiled a bit when they broke away, the flush on Bez's cheeks doubling when looking at that smile, it's just so magnetic the way he smiles, looks into your eyes and laughs.

"You're so shy Marco, you're really cute" and Bez would very much like to jump off the ferris wheel because it's too embarrassing.

"Why were you all shy after kissing me?" "I- I feel like you're too beautiful for me"

Marc was speechless, wanted to cup Bez's face and kiss him until he convinced himself he was more than right to kiss him.

"You're amazing Marco, really, but never stop being a bit shy, I love seeing you blush you look so cute"

sorry it's bad and short but I'm almost sleeping while writing and I am in desperate need for some sleep

Send me a ship name and a number and I'll write a kiss

[mislamicpearl]

Thoughts about Ninjago DR S2 episodes 14-15:

Spoilers everywhere below the cut.

Awwww that flashback needed to be longer! God I miss seeing all the OG ninja together. And with Wu no less!

Glad Jay's voice actor is continuing to make his voice deeper!

Oh God, that whole scene of Wyldfyre talking to Roby was CRINGE!! What have they done to her?? Listen, I'm a defender of the straight ships in this show despite some people in the fandom saying they're badly written, I think Jaya, Pixane and Kailor are all adorable, and I'm not against the idea of Wyldfyre getting a boyfriend, though I don't think she needs one... but so far it seems all they're doing with this ship is actively TRYING to give the fandom a badly written straight ship, because COME ON! Who is this person acting all silly and awkward and simpering for this shady salesman guy?? Cause that ain't Wyldfyre! I'm not discounting the possibility that this could grow into a good ship with more time, but this is a really bad and forced start, probably the worst out of any in this show.

It really seems like they're planning on retconning the whole "elemental powers are only passed on through family members" rule, cause I don't think that mech was Lilly's. I mean, we already knew Zane's powers weren't inherited of course... maybe they're finally going to explain that?? Now that would be something. (I won't hold out any hope for it though).

Oh, doi, of course Arin's friend's master is Ras, I'm an idiot. And yes I already forgot his actual name because it's stupid, I had trouble even hearing it right in the previous episodes.

Nya has both Kai and Jay's pictures put up like they're dead asdfjkh

I already ranted in a separate post about Zane, but seriously: what the actual FRICK is the writers' problem with Zane?!?!

Love that Cole immediately decided that couldn't actually be Jay because he wouldn't ever forget them.😭

Nya finally tells Jay she loves him!!! Out loud and to his face and everything!! UGH MY HEART😭😭😭 Please let her say it again when he gets his memories back!

Dang, they really brought Jay back just to let him walk right out of the show again ahahaha!

But dang, where's he gonna go?? And without powers now! Lloyd you had better keep that promise to find him later!

BAHAHA CINDER ANSWERING THE DOOR!

"She'll be there when we need her... she always is." AWWWWWW LLOYD'S SOFT SMILE WHEN HE SAYS THAT! Totally giving me Hunted flashbacks. If DR can claim to have done at least one thing right it's the RGB siblings!

Elemental power of balance? Really? Sure, that's at least very useful in this VERY specific rigged game.

Dang Sora, of all the ways you could've used your power on this tech-ridden obstacle course, you chose to make a balance pole?

This race to stop themselves from being disqualified feels like it's just for eating up screen time, and possibly (likely) to promote another set.

"Sounds like we need a vehicle. One problem. We don't have a vehicle." OMG that was one of the most adorable Nya moments we've gotten since the scene of her with the "bunch of little fish" and "I'll show you how I go!" XD

Aw yeah baby it's happening, corrupted evil Arin arc let's gooooo! I am so for this, it would do wonders for his character. It'd be crazy if he managed to learn proper spinjitzu from Ras, he'd become like Lloyd's own Morro.

Oh.. my... GOD. FREAKING WUUUU! THERE'S SOMETHING HE HASN'T TOLD US!!!! WHEN WILL WE LEARN???