#I may not wait for the end of the poll before starting on one of these but I am curious about other people's thoughts

[rhyme-thinks-stuff]

i'm indecisive so:

I started G-witch and then got distracted after 4 episodes, I would like to finish watching it soon lest it get taken off youtube first

Gravity Falls I've been intrigued by for a while and there's been increasing amounts of fanart of it on my dash lately which has been making me want to impulsively start watching it

The Owl House I watched a few episodes and then got distracted. I keep forgetting I haven't seen it yet because of the amount of exposure I've gotten to it on tumblr.

It would probably make the most sense to just keep listening to The Magnus Archives for now since I have a tendency to prefer focusing on one larger scale media at a time, but I've been kind of craving a new show.

I'm not expecting many people to see this, but if you do input would be very appreciated!

[prokopetz]

I'm not gonna claim that most Tumblr polls are anything like rigorously structured, but I've seen a lot of folks rather smugly asserting that having a "not applicable" option that ends up dominating all other responses is evidence that the person who created the poll is incompetent, and y'all: under the specific circumstances in which these polls are constructed and distributed, that outcome is evidence of good poll design, not bad poll design. Yes, even when the "not applicable" responses outnumber all other responses ten to one. There are several reasons for that:

At the time of this posting, Tumblr polls have no "see response" button. The only ways to see a poll's distribution of responses are to wait for the poll to conclude, or to respond yourself – and not only are people on social media typically curious and impatient, many of them also know that there's no way they'll remember to check back later once the poll has concluded, so in practice, their opportunity to see the results is now or never. Adding a little note to the poll insisting that people who aren't part of the targeted demographic should refrain from voting isn't necessarily going to restrain that impulse. Indeed, it may end up encouraging folks who otherwise wouldn't have picked a random result-revealing response to do so, because fuck you, don't tell me what to do.

Many respondents genuinely won't realise they're not part of the targeted demographic until after they've voted. It doesn't matter how much text you add to contextualise the poll, because they'll read the poll first, and if they read the accompanying text at all, it's only after they've responded. Heck, a lot of folks don't even bother to read the question before responding to a poll; they just start going down the options and reflexively click the first one that seems like it might apply to them, then go back and read what was actually being asked (and complain in the notes if it turns out that they misunderstood). Even a well-meaning person can only comply with instructions they've actually read; for those folks, clicking the "not applicable" option is what compliance looks like.

Even folks who do fit your poll's targeted demographic can fall prey to the imp of the perverse. Giving the most accurate response rather than the most entertaining one can be a real struggle for a lot of folks; in scientific analysis of polling data, this is known as the "mischievous responder bias". In an informal setting like Tumblr, it's reasonable to suppose that the mischievous responder effect might be exaggerated compared to polls conducted in more formal contexts, and a well-designed poll is going to take that into account. A humorous "not applicable" option provides an escape by affording folks the freedom to screw around with the knowledge that they're not polluting useful data by doing so; in practice, the "I am a toaster" option is a mischievous response filter.

What this adds up to is that a poll where 90% of the responses hit the "not applicable" button is more likely to have yielded useful data than a poll with a narrow target audience where some unknown percentage of the responses represent folks not reading the instructions, clicking random options to see the results, and/or taking the piss.

[edenianprincess]

INTRO !!      ❤︎ ׄ                                              Dialogues Intros .ᐟ

Dialogues intros about characters’ relationships with a gender neutral!reader. Characters chosen are Johnny, Bi-Han, Kenshi and Kitana. Content warning: very slight suggestive theme in 2 dialogues. There’s a small bonus angst part for Bi-han but the rest of his dialogues is taking place in a world where he didn’t betray his brothers. Please, respond to the poll at the end!

Johnny ! Mirror Dialogues

You: Two of us? There can only be one. You: Yeah, if Johnny see this he’ll go nuts.

You: Jo-Johnny?! But how?! You: Hollywood makeup, darling.

Johnny: Let’s be real, Y/n would totally prefer me. Johnny: You got balls to say this as a copycat.

Johnny ! At each other

You: Are you ready to show me off your skills in kombat? Johnny: Real question is, are YOU ready to be impressed by my skills?

You: Just because I’m your partner doesn’t mean I have to watch every of your movies. Johnny: Who said the only thing we were going to do is watch?

You: The model who talked to you, she wanted what? Johnny: Who cares, is someone jealous?

Johnny: Win this, Doll, and I’ll show my biiiig surprise for you. You: Let’s not waste time then, and just show me it now.

Johnny: I’ve got to say, I never went on a date as odd as this one. You: Could you please focus, Johnny.

Johnny: I may be the outlaw, darling. But you're the one stealing my heart. You: From which movie did you steal the line this time?

Johnny ! With other characters

Mileena: How can you have a partner with your pride is beyond me. Johnny: You know how many people wish to be at their place?

You: Why do you want to train with me that much? It has been a week now. Smoke: I just need to work on my technique, and you’re the best fighting partner!

Smoke: I don’t think I can hold on much longer, they’re starting to doubt something. Johnny: Please Smoke, my man, I just need a bit more time.

You: How is working with Johnny? Kenshi: Even the Yakuza didn’t make me work that much.

Johnny: Will you accept to be my best man for the wedding if Y/n says yes? Kenshi: It would be an honor.

Scorpion: The Shirai Ryu are in need of members. You: I can advise you Johnny’s paparazzis, they sneak into your privacy without your knowing.

Liu Kang: I’m glad to see your heart has open again. Johnny: I’m thankful for what Cris taught me but Y/n is without a doubt my soulmate.

Kung Lao: How is it like to live in a big celebrity’s house? You: Depends which house are we talking about.

Bi-Han ! Mirror Dialogues

You: There’s still a chance of redemption for your Bi-Han. You: Wait, what happened to yours?

You: Bi-Han wouldn’t be able to handle two of us. You: That’s why there should only be one left.

Sub-Zero: Y/n made you soft. Sub-Zero: We’ll see who is soft when your face meets my cold fist.

Bi-Han ! At each other

You: I don’t ask you to abandon your duties, just show that you care for me. Sub-Zero: Everything I do is for the Lin Kuei and you.

You: Do we really need to fight? I wouldn’t want to ruin that handso- Sub-Zero: Not in front of the new recruits.

You: Do I really need to train that much? Sub-Zero: I won’t gamble on your life to know the answer.

Sub-Zero: You’re spending too much time with the actor. You: You know he isn’t cooler than you.

Sub-Zero: You’re not my Y/n. You: I’m here to stop you before the shadows take over you.

Sub-Zero: How dare you call me with your foolish names in front of the champions?! You: *laughs* Let it go, Bi-Han.

Bi-Han ! With other characters

Kung Lao: Should I go easy on Babi Han? Sub-Zero: I’ll put your head on an ice stake!

Johnny: Seriously, him?! What does he has that I don’t? You: It’s more about what you have that he doesn’t.

Raiden: You… having a partner. That’s quite the amazement. Sub-Zero: And what is that supposed to mean?

Smoke: He didn’t even yell this time, how did you pacify him? You: A magician never reveals their secret.

Kitana: I see that this cold heart has finally melt. Sub-Zero: Don’t think this made me weak.

Liu Kang: You kept Bi-Han away to deflect towards the wrong path. You: I’m always looking out for him.

Scorpion: I’m really happy for you to have found your one, brother. Sub-Zero: With them by my side, the Lin Kuei can only flourish.

You: I am concerned for Bi-Han, do you think he’ll stay stable? Geras: This will depend on your actions.

Bi-Han ! Angst part

You: How could I feel a part of the Lin Kuei, when you reject your own brother? Sub-Zero: Tomas won’t be the one to insure the clan’s future.

You: You put more trust in this sorcerer than in me. Sub-Zero: It’s not about trust, it’s about glory.

Sub-Zero: We could have ruled together. You: Indeed, and you ruined everything.

Scorpion: You were lucky to have found someone like them, and you had to crush their feelings. Sub-Zero: They were lucky I deemed them as worthy.

You: I'm sorry for his words, I'm trying to resonate with him. Smoke: I've stopped caring about what he says a long time ago.

Kenshi ! Mirror Dialogues

You: Do you think if we switch places he’ll notice? You: We have to try that!

You: Your Kenshi has lost his sight too? You: This man really should try to protect his eyes better.

Kenshi: My Y/n died in my timeline. Kenshi: And you think I’ll let you this one?

Kenshi ! At each other

You: You may have lost the tournament but you’re the champion of my heart. Kenshi: *laughs* Since when did you become that cheesy?

You: Here comes the man in black. Kenshi: I know you love it when I wear that suit.

You: I wish I could have been here to protect you. Kenshi: You already do a lot for me, and I can’t be more grateful.

Kenshi: Wait, it’s not Johnny who told everyone I’m the best swordsman in Earthrealm? You: I’m simply sharing my honest opinion.

Kenshi: Don’t go easy on me. You: So, just like last night?

Kenshi: I feel like my past with the Yakuza is haunting me again. You: This time, we will fight together against them, mentally or physically.

Kenshi ! With other characters

Johnny: Have you seen the new hottie? Totally would sm- Kenshi: You don’t want to finish that sentence.

Kung Lao: So, I conclude it wasn’t love at first sight with Kenshi, eh? You: Very funny, Kung Lao.

Johnny: I swear, I didn’t know they were your spouse. Kenshi: Hmp.. as if you care for that.

You: Are you sure you’re up to fight? I wouldn’t want to match my husband. Mileena: Why, wouldn’t that be adorable?

Reiko: Should I steal your magic sword to see how quick you’d die? Kenshi: An angry spouse is deadlier than Sento and believe me, you don’t want that.

You: You’ll pay for what you did. Shang Tsung: I wasn’t the one to blind your lover.

Ashrah: I can only sense sincerity in your lover’s heart. Kenshi: They have helped me in many ways.

General Shao: Once I find your partner, he’ll lose more than his sight. You: Too bad you’ll have to pass over my dead body first.

Kitana ! Mirror Dialogues

You: Do you really think Kitana would fall for your tricks, Shang Tsung? You: I just need to make sure I’m the only one remaining, first.

You: I don’t think I want to share Kitana even with another me. You: How strange, I was thinking the same thing.

Kitana: Y/n doesn’t exist my timeline. Kitana: I wouldn’t be able to imagine a life without them.

Kitana ! At each other

You: How about we go at Madam Bo’s after this fight? Kitana: It will be a pleasure to go with you. I’ve heard only great things.

You: Your fighting is just as graceful as your look. Kitana: Flattery will get you nowhere, beloved.

You: How about a double date with Mileena and Tanya after this fight? Kitana: Are you suggesting that I should date my sister and her lover..?

Kitana: I have lost sight of you in the fight against the titans. You: Don’t worry, we can’t get rid of me that easily.

Kitana: Leading the army can sometime become overwhelming. You: Rest is important even for someone as competent as you.

Kitana: *laughs* Do not fret, my sister does not bite. You: Yes, she does.

Kitana ! With other characters

Mileena: While I respect you if I learn that you’re toying with my sister, I’ll- You: Rip my face apart?

Kitana: Sister, please, trust my judgment on Y/n. Mileena: I’m just making sure of that.

You: Your daughter is truly a wonder. Sindel: She takes a lot from her mother.

Sindel: Is this lover of yours worthy to be by your side? Kitana: I deem them as so, mother.

Raiden: I’m really happy for you and the Princess. You: Is that so? Why do I hear disappointment in your voice.

General Shao: I’ll exploit you and your partner’s weaknesses that is you both. Kitana: You cannot be more wrong, General. We are each other’s strength.

You: Sorry, Cage. Kitana is off limits. Johnny: Not even a small place for a third person?

Kitana: Should I thank you for putting me with Y/n in this timeline? Liu Kang: I did nothing, it was you both who found each other.

‘𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓔𝐍𝐃  Please don’t copy/translate and don’t reblog if you’re a yand3r3 blog/reblog account, or you’ll be blocked. Besides that, likes/reblogs/comments are appreciated. 

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Ok so I know that I just did a poll for what to focus on but I really just need to get this Drabble out and then I’ll focus so hard on my Eddie Big Bang fic.

Anyway! I’ve been thinking about false positives and how that could correlate in presenting in the omegaverse. Like it’s rare but it can happen.

For example Steve Harrington has been forced to go to the doctors every month to take a hormone test to see if he’s going to present as an omega, beta or an Alpha. His parents desperately want an Alpha and are taking every opportunity they can to ensure Steve will be one. His father, an alpha, is purposely scenting Steve every morning before he goes to school. His mother had taken pills when she was pregnant with him and makes him lunches that have strong testosterone levels. It’s now getting to the point where he’s getting close to being able to predict what he’s going to be and it’s a very stressful time.

So when he goes to the doctor and the test finally comes back positive to him show casing alpha hormones he’s relieved. His parents throw a party to celebrate, and when they realize their efforts worked they return to disappearing on business trips. Leaving for weeks on end. Now, all they have to do it wait for Steve to present, but they already know Steve’s going to be an alpha so it wouldn’t be productive to be home when that happens.

Though their plans sort of back fire and Steve hasn’t presented on time. He’s extremely late while his peers all proudly announce their secondary genders. He’s a little disappointed but knows he doesn’t have long to wait. So he decides to throw a party for his friend Chrissy. Who just presented and is the first Alpha female in Hawkins ever. Even though that’s not what her mother wanted, who purposely did similar things to Chrissy as Steve’s parents did to him. They actually both bonded in the doctors room because of it.

So that’s how the both of them find themselves sitting across from Eddie Munson, who had also recently presented as an Alpha. They wanted to have pot there, Steve really enjoyed getting wasted and stoned at the same time. Chrissy just didn’t care, it was a huge party. So they offer to include Eddie in the celebration, as he just presented and hasn’t really thrown a party.

He declines.

Neither Chrissy or Steve see or talk to him until the party. Chrissy had been so busy that she didn’t notice Steve not feeling to hot. Or the way he stands next to Robin Buckley, an omega from band, and has the best conversation ever. Between feeling the most comfortable he has ever smelt under her smell, and feeling like he just met his long lost friend something shifts. His stomach cramps up, his chest grows sore and he feels over heated.

He has to step away from the party before anyone notices. Steve’s pretty much having a panic attack on the stump hidden in the woods when Eddie finds him. His scent smelt a lot stronger than it had at the picnic table. And now that Steve thinks about it he hasn’t been able to really smell anyone until he started to talk with Robin.

Steve doesn’t want to ruin Chrissy’s party, nearly going into distress about that. He knows she deserves this but his entire body hurts.

Eddie sits next to him and without thinking carefully rubs his shoulders. It’s best that everyone presents with only their family members, but Steve didn’t have anyone and he was scared. He’s lost in a haze and being wrapped in one of the best smells and being lead to a van. He doesn’t know what’s happening but Eddie seems a smidge freaked out as Steve’s body temp keeps raising higher and higher.

They somehow find themselves at the Henderson. Dustin’s mom was a nurse and would know what to do. Immediately Steve is taken care of. Eddie is forced to stay, just in case as he was the only alpha in the house and Claudia may need him.

Steve is pretty much stripped to his boxers, and both Eddie and Claudia think he’s about to present as an Alpha. He’s showing the signs of it up until the middle of the night and something in his body completely shifts. His scent changing from the hickory to a soft sunflower. He watches in real time as Claudia goes from being tensed up from the alpha smell to relaxing from the scent change. Her eyes are beginning to droop as she tries to take care of him.

“Dear I think you have the best scent I have ever smelt in my twenty years of being a nurse.” She admits. She’s changing the care routine, quickly grabbing scents that she things Steve would want. But is quick to realize Steve’s mumbling about two people he smelt at the party. One being Robin, who started all of this.

Claudia doesn’t waste a second and forces Eddie to go get her. An hour passes and Eddie comes back with Robin who is confused as to why she is needed. Unlike Steve she hadn’t smelt Steve and knew he had to be an important to her. But when she walks in the room and takes one small sniff she knows immediately and is quickly wrapped around Steve before Claudia can stop her.

It’s not uncommon for omegas to bond with each other, what is uncommon is for how hard Steve and Robin bond. Steve is quick to toss on a tank top, not wanting Robin to have to curl next to him shirtless. He’s already feeling himself calm down.

Then comes Eddie. Who pops his head in to say he might have it go. Before he can he gets a whiff of Steve and is quickly red in the face and stumbling over his words. He’s not allowed to stay, as he was an alpha. So instead he gives Steve his battle vest without a second thought and dips.

The presenting process goes a lot smoother after that. Steve is clearly an omega and has a lot to figure out. But for now, he’s happy with Robin, Claudia and even bonding with Dustin. Claudia’s son, who hasn’t had another omega in the household in a long time. Steve accidentally claims him as a pup in the process but Claudia doesn’t mind.

[iid-smile]

at home bakery , fushiguro toji

with his daughter ! just fluff, nothing else, mentions of a wife but not necessarily said to be the reader, no name daughter too

author's note: i forgot i made a poll about this omg... idk if i wanna make a pt2 because i completely skipped over the actual baking and just left it open ended + idk if i wanna do x reader

"come up here, lassie." toji picks up his daughter with ease, placing her onto a stool that's high enough for her to reach the counter. "we're gonna be baking before mama gets home."

as he fiddles with the stool, making sure it's secure and stable, she taps at the marbled surface and glances around the kitchen. "what will we bake?" once he stands up straight, she peers up at him with big eyes, filled to the brim with curiosity and anticipation.

he stares at the miniature version of himself, his eyes squinting as he tries to jog his memory. "...what did you want again?" he whispers, half to himself, half directly to her. his memory has been completely used up trying to remember the names of all of her dolls, not that he had much space left to do so in the first place.

"omurice!" no, that wasn't the right answer, but she still clapped in excitement anyways.

"no— careful." he supports her back with a hand when she starts the wobble, not having the heart to scold too much in fear of her getting upset. "that was your breakfast. you told me you wanted dessert didn't you?"

"hmm..." placing a hand on her chin, she starts to think. then it moves down to her skirt, playing with the loose details and buttons. "don't remember..."

"of course..." he mutters under his breath, planting his hands on the edge of the surface. "forget it. i'll make a guess based on what we have here."

luckily, his wife had everything prepped on the counter before leaving for work. milk, flour, sugar, butter; the basics. eggs, yeast... bananas? now, toji may be a smart guy, but he's not the best when it comes to making estimations with such common ingredients like this... plus the addition of a bundle of bananas. "what the hell's this supposed to make?"

"oh!" as if there was a light bulb above her head, she holds her index finger up. "babana bread! i want babana bread!" she reaches out and takes hold of the bundle of bananas.

"banana bread." he corrects. easing the bundle out of her grip, he starts to break one off for her. "and didn't you already have some yesterday?"

it's a vivid memory. he had quite the mess to clean up when you had found the store-bought baked goods in the pantry, and with some (useless) help from her, managed to fix everything up and save him from the wrath of his wife. within minutes too... stressful.

in a fit, her arms swing back and forth, and she tries to put in the most innocent facade she can. "papaaa..."

"what? i'm still going to make it for you." he peels the fruit. "and you can eat this one while you watch."

"not that!" she pouts, stomping her tiny foot. the whine in her voice was an easy way to make him sway, and not being able to handle her sulky looks was an absolute curse. her hands reach up to tug at the material of his shirt. "you needa do the thing, papa!"

"what thing?"

"the thing!"

his eyebrows furrow, and he places the half peeled fruit on the counter. "i—"

"papa!"

"okay, okay." somehow, he seems taken aback, and he raises his arms to surrender. "no need to get loud with me, sweet." on command, he walks over to the doorway of the kitchen, three aprons waiting for him. he takes the first, covered in the word's 'this dad can't cook'. and the third, with the words 'baby princess' on it.

toji puts her apron on first, tying it loosely around the back to prevent safety hazards. as for his, it barely reaches around his waist, but not enough for a knot, so he leaves it hanging. "and?" she looks up at him expectedly.

"papa toji's bakery is..." he reaches up and flips over the makeshift sign hanging on the wall in front of the oven, showing 'closed' to 'open'. "open!"

his daughter's happiness was so potent, so innocent. her hands raise in the air, albeit not that far, and laughs in celebration. "yay!"

[bendyartistic]

Be aware of alexbstudios.

Over the course of what I believe a few months maybe, Alex has been harassing me with strange behavior and as of recent hurtful remarks too. He's been bothering other people as well from what I've seen. Probably going to say I should've just blocked him, but I wanted to keep an eye on things just in case. Today was the point in time after everything that I realized I should let people know about this kid.

I want to show from the beginning to present time of the interactions he's done with me. And maybe something can be done about getting him off the platform...

Firstly I want to say Alex has admitted to being 12 years old... apparently. I know this from this reblog. This already is a very large red flag. Considering the young age, no a callout doesn't seem right but I still want to warn people regardless since he's still active on the platform.

Though I am uncertain if this is true, he did not confirm nor deny my question about it.

Now lets get to the start of things. I don't like people reposting my art anywhere without credit, surely that can be said for everyone.

Randomly in May Alex reposted my art, no credit, mention of who made it, or where it came from. I should mention Alex had been following me well before this post, so he knew who I was. Rightfully I responded with a request to take it down as I didn't appreciate this.

Upon making this request he made a small complaint about it, which was unneeded. While he did "delete" the post, it still technically there, just edited. Therefore never officially removed like I had asked.

He also uploaded two other drawings I did, but he did not remove those ones.

Not too long ago on a post I made showcasing my Chris model, as it had been a while since I posted it, and I wanted to let people see it.

Alex later said some... questionable things about it. And it really made me uncomfortable to say the least.

For context in my AU, my Chris is 29. This has been stated before a few times.

I want to get to the biggest thing here however, as this is what drove me to make this post. The consistent weird and hateful DM's he has sent me.

I have told Alex to leave me alone on several different occasions and he has refused to do so. Again I know I should've blocked but as I said, just wanted to wait in case. Truth is I don't like blocking people, never have, I feel weird doing it. But anyways Alex made a poll a week ago if I recall correctly of whether or not he should keep or delete his account. The poll won on keep. No sooner did this happen, Alex was in my DM's bothering me about it after I again told him to leave me alone.

The DM's are as followed with context and info:

He responded with something along the lines of "Then my account would become lost media!" to which I only responded "No one really cares."

Next post is where Alex starts to mock me for being slow with my replies. I don't quite understand what speed he expects me to write my replies at, I guess 5 seconds?

So as you have noticed Alex is now making fun of my autism, and it's going to continue in this unfortunately. Bringing up a disability in an argument should not happen. However at some point Alex accused me of creating alts to vote against his poll, I have none.

I'm not sure why me specifically... and I hate how me being "slow" keeps getting brought up. Also racism is somehow brought into this as well.

He spammed me with the same image repeatedly, and it continued for a while. Passing that, he wanted me to run the same poll he did on if I should keep or delete my account. I obviously declined.

He then blocked me after this.

Alex in the past DM'd me, when he made those remarks about my Chris model. I wasn't happy then and I'm still not about it.

I'm still puzzled as to why he calls being blocked as banned. Besides that this comes to the end of the DM ark. Alex has done other things, such as suggest people to draw strange stuff, edited other peoples work, steal other peoples work, and tried to stir up drama at one point.

In conclusion,

Alex is immature. And should not be here, especially this fandom. But in general he should not be online, it is clear he has unlimited access to whatever he wants.

I am sorry to my friends and others who have had to deal with him. That is all I have to say.

Any questions or whatnot is fine. Reblogs are appreciated in order to spread the word.

[hypernova-writes]

RED Roses.

Synopsis: Having a crush on your bestfriend is not for the weak of heart, especially when he's nonstop talking about how much he likes another girl. Doesn't help the feeling that's building up in your chest, threatening to end your breath.

Type: Angst, Hanahaki Disease Au.

Pairing(s): RED! Scout x Reader, Scout x Miss Pauling.

Tags: Hanahaki Disease, mentions of blood, unrequited love (at first..), mentions of death, vomit, arguing, let me know if I miss anything!

Listen to while reading: Teardrops on My Guitar by Taylor Swift.

Author's Note: This was based on a dream I had a few nights ago! Hope you all enjoy, might turn this into a series! So I'll leave a poll at the bottom to see who you all want next!. This is not proofread and I may go back and change things later!

Having a crush on your best friend was NOT for the weak. You had to be ready to listen to your friend continually talk about another woman that he liked, or one of his many little escapades. “Man Miss Pauling is so amazing~!”

“Yo did you see the way she looked at me? She is totes in to me dawg.”

You sigh as you could feel your chest beginning to tighten. You could feel your breathing start to get heavier as you sat back in your seat. You were coming back from a contract with Scout, Heavy, and Engineer, and you sat in the back of the RED truck.

And you were MADLY in love with Scout.

Now some of the other mercs who knew (Spy, Engineer and Medic) called you stupid, how could you fall in loe with someone like him? A selfish, egotistic asshole who only thought about himself or the next way he was going to get his dick wet.

But with you, Scout wasn’t anything like that. He would tease you back and forth, constantly hanging out with him and it made you feel…wonderful. It was a relationship uniquely yours, no one else understood what you and Scout had.

Yea you knew how he felt about Miss Pauling, and how he had worked so hard to set up a date with her, and how he’s been trying to get with her since forever. But some silly part of you still waited and wished that someday it would be you and him.

You just loved him so much….

“Y/n.”

So much so that you ignored the feeling growing in your chest.

“Y/n?..”

That you ignored the flower petals that started to appear in your vomit. Ignored the constant dry heaving and the thorns that felt like they were latching onto your throat. Threatening to steal your breath away the longer that you would—

“Y/n!!”

You jumped from your daydream, seeing that you all had reached the base and that Heavy and Engineer already went inside, leaving you and Scout inside the truck.

Scout chuckles as he looks at you, a lop-sided grin crawling onto his face. “Whatcha dreamin’ ‘bout back there? Dreaming of how awesome I am?” He teased and you felt your face flush as you rolled your eyes. “N-nah..just tired from the mission.”

You go to stand up and your body felt weak. You stumbled a bit and Scout had to catch you, he smirks a bit. “Damn! Didn’t know that I had my own best friend fallin’ for me..” Scout jokes until he sees your face. He helps you fully to your face until he gazed at you. “Whoa Whoa whoa. Why are ya so pale? You sick or somethin’?” Scout asked suddenly and you couldn’t really bring yourself up to speak before you quickly went out of the truck to vomit.

Scout watched as you writhed in pain, he witnessed the Flowers come from your throat, covered in blood and bile, full flowers spilling onto the concrete. You placed a hand on your chestas you cough violently, you staggered as you finally stood up, wiping your mouth.

“S-sick? No i’m fine Scout.” “Fine? Fine my ass! You jus’ puked up fuckin’ roses!”

You ignored him as you slowly made your way into the base, you could feel the pain building in your chest. It was coming back up and you needed to get to the bathroom, but Scout was hot on your tail. “Aye! Don’t ignore me! Ya need help! Lemme help you.” Scout barked as he caught up to you easily, you weren’t moving that fast to be honest, but Scout felt like he was moving two times faster after seeing how weak you were.

“Come on! I’m your best friend! You can tell me anything!”

You groaned as you tried to push him away, you could feel your ability to breathe starting to get harder, you leaned against the wall looking over at Scout. “I..i can’t…”

Scout seemed to get angry, You were hurting! You were sick! And he felt as if it was his duty as a friend to make sure you were okay! After all, you made sure he was alright.

Whenever he would get hurt real bad during a battle you were always there to clean him up and cared for his wounds. When he would be rejected by Miss Pauling, you would take him out, buy him things to help him get over it. Nights were he would have nightmares about not being enough, about being called weak, you were always by his side.

So why wouldn’t you tell him what was wrong?

“The fuck you mean ya can’t? Y/n, this is serious! Come on, i’m taking you to medic.”

Scout wasn’t giving you any chance to deny his help. He easily lifted you into his arms and started carrying you to the medbay. You were getting weaker, and Scout could tell. He didn’t like this. He wanted his happy and bustling friend back. 

You were looking up at him, eyes halflidden as you tried to focus on breathing. You couldn’t tell Scout how badly it hurt due to the vines working their way up your throat, stealing your breath each time you wanted to speak.

Scout kicked open Medic’s lab, spooking the Doc who was relaxing with his Doves. “Scout! Don’t jou know it is rude to burst in like zhat!”

“Don’t care! Fix her! She’s throwing up flowers!” Scout placed you on Medic’s table as the man was scrubbing in. “flowers? Vhat, are jou talking about?” Medic asked as he walked back over, he stood over you and saw that you were now out cold, positioning his Medigun above you so that you wouldn’t feel anything.

“Yea! She just started puking beside the van! You gotta fix ‘em! I can’t lose my bestfriend.” Medic glances at Scout before he makes him back up. “Jou need to calm down Scout. I believe i know vhat’s wrong. But i vill have to check..”

Medic prepares and Scout can’t help but hover as he watches Medic starts working on you. It’s a few quiet tense moments before Medic sighs.

“I had a feeling Zhis is vhat it vas..”

“Huh? What is it Doc? Is she gonna be okay!? You-”

Medic allows him to see, showing roses wrapped in her chest cavity, thorns and vines were all in her chest, ensaring her lungs and preventing her from taking deep breaths. 

“Hanahaki.”

“Hana-What now?”

Medic walks back to prepare to get the Scissors. “Hanahki Disease. Once thought to be a fictional disease. Comes from feelings of unrequited love. Very dangerous if left uncontrolled, Death usually happens.”

Medic looks over your chest, the flowers are deep, meaning that you had allowed this to fester and bloom for months. He'd seen the pictures of how people looked after they died from this disease.

the flowers would just continue to grow, turning the hosts body into some macabre flower garden.

"Unrequited love, allowed to bubble and fester, leading to loss of breath, zhe ability to breathe, dry heaving and coughing up flowers, until...ultimately..death

Scout’s eyes widened. Unrequited love?

“Don’t that mean she likes someone that doesn’t like ha back?” Scout asked worriedly as he took off his hat to run a hand through his hair.

Medic nods, “prescisely. She’ll die if whoever she loves doesn’t return her feelings. But another vay is to surgically remove them, then she’ll be alright. “

As Medic goes to start removing them Scout stops him.

"Woah woah! Can't there be another way Medic! This just..seems a lil barbaric.." Scout says as he watches as Medic pauses. "I just said how, vho ever she loves need to return her feelings."

“Well wa-wait..Do you know who she likes Medic?” Scout asked and Medic sighs. He stands up straight glancing over his shoulder. Medic sighs as he places the scapels down.

“She likes you Scout.”

"Haha, funny joke Medic. But i'm serious here!"

"I'm as serious as a heartache. She likes you."

Scout stops for a second as he allows what Medic just said settle in  his head. Her..His best friend? Like him?..Scout could feel himself getting sick.

“S-so.it’s my fault she’s like this?..”

“Ja, Basically.”

Scout glared at Medic for how blunt he was, but his eye’s then went to you, laying on that table, barely breathing. He walked up and looked down at you, he sighs softly. “Y/n..you fuckin’ idiot..” Medic gave him a moment. “Hurry up, as i vill need to sew her closed.”

Scout nodded as he looked at your face. “You gotta come back..who’s gonna run laps around those suckas with me?..Who’s gonna binge watch shitty movies..or have snack runs to the kitchen at night..” Scout’s voice trails off as he raises his hand to feel your face.

“Who’s gonna love me..Like you do..?”

Scout grabs your hand, which was still but warm. He grips your hand tightly as he crouched down beside the medical table.

He felt so stupid..how could he not see the signs that his own best friend liked him!? It was so obvious. The way she jumped to help him whenever he had an issue, or how she would be his nurse whenever he was ill. It was all out of love..

"Fuck..just come back to me Y/n..break outta this.."

"C..cause..I..i..."

"I love you.."

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You don’t remember much from that day.

You do remember jolting up straight up in medic’s lab, your hand going to your chest. You looked around locking eyes with the male. 

“Did..Did you..?”

“No, zhough i did take some flowers so i could do some research~, never have I ever seen zhis condition in real life..”

You sigh as you get off the table, you give him a thankful wave before you go to find Scout. You had to thank him. 

You made your way to Scout’s room, waving to the other mercs who waved back, telling you that they were glad to see that you were up. You thanked them and smiled at them as you finally made your way to Scout’s room.

You pushed open the door, “Scout?..Can i talk to you?..” His room was dark, his tv playing an old vhs tape was still on as he was curled up in bed. You could see his body moving in a way that he was…crying?

“Scout?” Your voice spooked him as he jolted up, he rubbed his eyes and he gave a soft grin. 

“O-oh shit, Y/n! Y-you’re alright..Y-you..you’re here..” Scout’s voice trailed off as he looked at you. He watches as you walk over, his eyes scanning to make sure that what he was seeing was real.

He hops from where he was and rushed over to hug you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He nuzzles his face there before tightening his grip.

“*I-i thought i lost ya..*” Scout mumbles, you smile softly as you wrap your arms around him, You rocked him side to side. “I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere..”

“Yea..Medic told me everything..and god I-i really am stupid aren’t I?”

“Well…”

“Hey!”

You giggle as you made him look at you. “I’m okay..the flowers are gone..so that means you feel the same…”

Scout nods as he leans down to press his lips against yours. The two of you stay like that for a while as he holds you. He needs to hold you, after spending the night worried about you, crying, breaking shit and blaming himself for everything.

“Hey..after this, can i get ya some real flowers? Without the blood.?”

“Sure you can..I’d love that.

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[drkmgs]

Muse

Jenna Ortega x Fem! Reader

Warning: angst, break-up, exes working with each other

Story type: One shot

According to the poll, I made 50.5% of 311 voters want this one. I don't know. Should I have posted a little summary? hehe. The end was so hard to write. I hope it came out fine...

You released a heavy sigh as you looked around your blackroom. She was everywhere. There is it again, the certain squeeze in your chest. You swallowed the clump in your throat.

She was your muse.

Sadly, that has changed now.

At first, she was a stranger, then an acquaintance, turned into a friend, that developed to lovers, and now back to a stranger again. Stranger is a strong word because you don't work with strangers. What do you call two exes that sometimes work together?

You should have listened to your friends – never mingle with someone who is famous.

It will only destroy you, and it did.

Well, not you completely, but mostly your heart and it shows – in your writings, pictures, songs you listen to, and hell even in your outfits. She drastically changed you. No, scratch that. It wasn't her who changed you. It was the pain, anger, and heartache. Where do these feelings come from? Is it from the unanswered questions, like why did she leave me? Probably.

How do people cope with heartbreaks without knowing the reason as to why the person you love the most left you? This breakup did something to you. It brought a lot of people back into your life and opened up opportunities. Next month, you'll be showing chasing some of your work at the Met Gala. The main reason why you're in the middle of developing some of your films.

After your break up with Jenna, you threw yourself onto work. Most of the pieces you have sold, were painful and hurtful, but these ones that you're developing are quite the opposite. These pictures were taken before the pain, where everything was happy and in love. You weren't even halfway developing all the roll films you have, and yet your blackroom is already filled with her.

Smiling, dancing, singing, baking, walking, and even sleeping. She was certainly your muse. There is one picture that stands out, and it is your favorite. She was in a grass field with daisies. Her smiling face wasn't towards the camera but to you. It shows how happy she was with you in that moment. You wonder what changed? What changed that made her run away from you?

Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone vibrated beside you. You immediately answered and squeezed it between your ear and shoulder, both of your hands were busy hanging the developed film.

"Y/N Callaway speaking." You hear hectic shoutings in the background and commands from the person who rang you.

"Darling, Callaway! It's Gladys! I know you're busy with your work for the Met Gala, but is there a chance that you could do me a favor?" You can hear that she's biting her nails as her voice wasn't as confident as it always has been.

"Depends on what favor, Glads." You have known this woman since you started your photography career, and she has been setting you up with clients, but now that you have bigger projects, she would only set you up if it was necessary.

"I need you for a shoot. In like 30 min. The one I hired got into an accident and we need a photographer asap." You look at your watch. The pieces you want to use for the Met were already drying, but new ones wouldn't hurt.

"Okay. Send me the address." You ended the call, stood up from the stool, got your leather jacket from the hook, and stepped out of your blackroom. When you got there, everyone was already waiting, and Gladys was frantically pacing back and fort.

"Oh may god! Darling! You're an angel sent from above!" She greeted you as she spotted you when she faced towards you. "I tried to come as fast as I could." You gently placed your equipment on the ground and greeted her back.

"That's okay! I'm so glad you are here! So, our model just got her make-up done, and she already has her outfit on. We need a picture of her walking here, somewhere she's sitting and then one with a car. The car is that one. You can meet our model, she is in that van." She pointed at the blacked parked mini van, not far where you were standing. You nodded at her, and she walked away to do some phone calls.

You knocked on the van door and stepped back a bit, gaze on the ground. "Oh-Hi, Y/N." A familiar voice rang through your ear, which made you snap your head up. "Enrique. Nice to see you again." You gave him a genuine smile. Your gaze shifted to the woman behind him. You saw her shock face, but it immediately changed into a stoic expression.

"Miss Ortega. Congratulations to Wednesday. It turned out great." After the break up, you started calling her by her last name. You thought, a professional approach would be better than people asking how you two got into the first-name basis. The relationship you two had was only known by close friends and family, obviously Enrique counted as a close friend.

"You watched Wednesday?" There was a hint of curiosity in her voice, but her face stayed uninterested. "Yeah, I watched it with my daughter." You smiled lightly. "Sorry, did you say daughter?" Her uninterested face turned into a furrowed eyebrows.

"Goddaughter." You don't know why you had the urge to correct yourself, but when she unforrowed her eyebrows, it made you exhale. You were used to people knowing that Penelope – your Goddaughter – you referring to her as your daughter.

Aside from diving into work while healing yourself, you spent mostly your time at your best friends's house, and when they announced they're adopting, you were over the moon. They didn't just help you get back on your feet but also gave you a different reason to be happy, and that's being a Godparent to Penelope.

There is a hint of confusion and anger within you as to why she reacted like that? She left you. You mean nothing to her. So, why did she look so relieved when you corrected yourself? You shook your head to get out of that state of mind.

"I think we should get this shooting started." You didn't wait for her to reply. You just walked away and got your equipment ready. While you're busy with your stuff, there's a pair of eyes watching you. Never taking them away from you.

"Take a picture. It will last longer." Enrique chimed behind the woman. "I don't understand you. You keep saying you don't love her anymore and that you moved on, but here you are having heart eyes." Enrique made a hand gesture indicating the situation he just saw.

"I don't have heart eyes." She scoffed and rollled her eyes and went back, scrolling through her phone. "Girl. Don't. I know what I saw, and I believe in what I saw. You are still in love with her." Enrique sassied. "Okay, so what if I still love her?! It doesn't matter! Let's say she still loves me. Why? Why would she be? All I did was leave and break her heart." From a far, it looks like Jenna is about to have a mental breakdown.

Sure, she has seen you a couple of times after the breakup, but right now, something is different. The shine in your eyes talking about your goddaughter–is the way you looked at her in the past. Full of adoration and love. Jenna wanted to get lost in those eyes, but it changed as soon as you laid your eyes on hers.

From where you were standing, you could see how frustrated she was and her eyes. You know it's screaming sadness and regrets, but also pain and anger. Anger not towards you, but to herself. She tried so hard to stop the tears. Seeing her like that, something heavy pulls down on your chest. Enrique tried to consult her, but she refused and excused herself.

You watch her walk away the set and turn to look at Enrique. He shrugged and signed you to follow her. You excused yourself from the other staff saying you are going to the powder room, but you actually followed Jenna. Around the corner, you see her, phasing back and forth, shaking her hands–trying to calm down.

You couldn't keep watching, so as soon as Jenna turned around, you engulfed her into a hug. She didn't push you away. She inhaled and relaxed into you, grabbing onto your jacket. "I'm sorry." She mumbled through her sobbing. You didn't say anything. You just stood there patting her back. When she calmed down, she stepped back and wiped her tears. You were about to leave when she stopped you.

"I mean it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving. I'm sorry for not telling you about how I feel and what was bothering me. Please forgive." Jenna's voice cracked at the end. You shook your head. "I don't know what to say to you, Jenna. I thought when this moment came, I was ready to face any of your reasons, but I am not. What you did is still so fresh in my memory as if it happened yesterday, but I know I still have the heart to forgive you." You say trying to get out of her grip. "Then let me make it up to you. I promise I'll be better. I'll fix everything." She desperately says. "Jenna. Don't make promises you can't fulfill, and if you break a glass and try to fix it, it will never be the same before you broke it." After hearing that, Jenna finally loosened her grip on you.

"I'll head back to the set. I'll tell them you'll need a minute." You excused yourself. This time around, Jenna watched you leave, and she'll never know when you'll be back in her arms.

[mikachacha]

My oh my (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: You're one of Bada's regular students, she always thought that you're pretty good at dancing and very pretty looking, too. One day she saw you dancing alone and decided to join you, leading into a steamy dance neither could forget.

Warnings: very suggestive theme, language

(A/N: Saw this option winning the poll that I set up and I was itching to write a new story 🥹 Also to atone for my sin of writing Getaway Car earlier 😭🫶)

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You smiled at yourself at the mirror since you were the first one to be there. You're pretty sure that no one would be there until an hour or so, so you had a lot of time to practice this little something you're working on. You began stretching and getting yourself ready so you can begin.

"Okay.. Now we're ready.." you mumbled to yourself after warming up, smiling and connected your phone to the speaker so you can start dancing. You never expected yourself to become interested in dancing but Minah, your best friend, invited you to watch her and her group at JustJerk, you definitely got hooked in. It looked really fun and truth be told, you wanted to keep seeing Bada. She inspired you a lot and you may or may not have a huge crush on her.

You were way too lost in your own little world, dancing to My Oh My by Camilla Cabello that you didn't noticed the door open and Bada has been silently watching you the whole time. Bada couldn't deny that you looked so good dancing oh so sensually to the music. Swaying your hips to the music, your facial expressions matching the mood of the song and just your overall performance drew her in.

"Mind if I join?" Bada asked as the song ended and you could've sworn that you jumped 20 feet off the ground when you heard her speak. Your face was hot and you looked like a tomato when it dawned to you that she was watching you dance.

"Uh y-yeah sure.." you replied timidly, getting all shy when she's around. She smiles at you and stands behind you, watching your face with amusement through the mirror.

"You don't have to be shy around me, Y/N. You did pretty great earlier, so sexy. Mind if I do the male part?" Bada says and it made you blush even more but you nodded nonetheless. Your heart is beating so fast and it felt so hot inside the room all of the sudden even if the ac is on. The effect Bada has on you is insane.

You started the music again and began dancing. Bada did the same, matching your movements. You just let your movements flow with the music, you and Bada were touchy while dancing to the song playing. It felt electric, it felt amazing and you didn't want it to end.

"Fuck.. That was really good, Y/N." Bada praised as the music ended and you grinned, happy that you got a praise from Bada herself. You turned to her, a mischievous smile on your face. Bada cocked her eyebrow as she looks at you, waiting for you to say something.

"If I'm that good, shouldn't I get a reward?" you asked and she chuckles before pushing you against the mirror, pinning your arms above your head and effectively squishing you between the mirror and her body. She smirks, face close to yours.

"Indeed, you should get a reward for that perfomance.. Not only that you have a pretty face, Y/N.. You showed me some moves that are way too seductive for your own good.." Bada speaks and you wanted to melt from her words and from how close your faces are.

"Were you seduced?" you teased. There's no going back now, might as well go all the way in with the flirting. You may score a kiss from Bada and you could pass happily if that happens.

"Definitely, you pretty angel." she smiles and placed a kiss on your lips. It was gentle at first that slowly progressed to passionate kissing. You were full on making out with Bada inside that room and only stopped when you both heard people chattering outside. She lets you go not before stealing a quick kiss before winking.

You shake your head and tried to compose yourself, going at the back and Minah looked at you with a knowing smirk and you looked at her confused.

"You may want to wipe off that lipstick mark near your lips.. We saw everything." Minah whispered and your eyes widened in shock, wiping the said lipstick mark off and mentally kicked yourself for the fact that you made out with Bada and her team saw everything.

"Finally you guys kissed. You don't wanna know how much Bada is simping over you on our group conversations, it's ridiculous.." Cheche butted in which made you and Minah laugh. You're glad that you came early to the studio today.

[readsrealm]

Buggy & The Roger Pirates Thing (maybe even a little Corabug!?)

Buggy always feeing like he doesn’t belong on Rogers crew. Like he was just brought on to be a playmate for Shanks (practically a pet). He’s not entirely wrong either most of the crew shows unintentional favoritism to Shanks and don’t really remember that Buggy’s there half the time.

The next island they visit they actually forget Buggy. Buggy himself doesn’t even realize until hours later, Roger Pirates far away and still unaware of their mistake. Buggy’s devastated, he kinda wanders around the islands small town and into its forest in shock and despair before coming upon a familiar face. A blond marine who he’d met in the town earlier who was now running through the woods. They had a good conversation earlier and all Buggy had really learned was the boys name. Rosinante.

Rosinante takes Buggy back to Sengoku who goes “WAIT A MINUTE” and then declares that Buggy’s been taken in for ransom. Buggy tells them that nobody is going to come for him.

They wait a couple days, then a week, then a couple weeks, finally two whole months go by and nobody’s showed up for Buggy. Sengoku is disturbed by this and does some digging. Apparently a vote to retrieve Buggy was placed and the majority thought it was too much work for the second cabin boy (the add on, the spare, the unpromising backup). There was also info that Roger and the losing side were upset with the polling results but weren’t going to do much about it.

Sengoku decides right there and then he’s gonna see why Roger let Buggy onto his crew in the first place and why they don’t want Buggy back.

And…..

Sengoku has no clue why they wouldn’t want Buggy to return to them. He’s crafty, smart, loyal. He’s a good kid by pirate standards. Clearly a trouble maker but the passion he has for chemistry and science is unmatched. The way he solves puzzles and can worm his way out of any situation socially is insane. His treatment of people around him and of Cora himself (even if it’s special treatment😉) is admirable. Not to mention the boys luck.

Sengoku suspect it’s cause of Buggy’s less upfront way of fighting and actually assessing situations is what put The Rogers off. Buggy may be cowardly but if he really is needed he’ll do his part. Plus his long range weapons (bombs, altered guns) are nothing to sneeze at.

Buggy ends up staying with the marines for a really long time even if in the beginning he said he was going to escape and get far far away from them. Instead staying, training and getting stronger.

Decades later Red Haired Shanks comes face to face with a marine with long blue hair and the nickname Ringmaster.

Okay first of all thank you for writing this.

now right now I’m crying because that’s just fucking sad.

them leaving buggy there and how they decided is disgusting and I’m literally devastated. Poor buggy wanna hug him so bad.

For me Roger here failed as the captain bc who tf cares what the crew thinks. He is the captain and he should have been defending Buggy but he didn’t. In here Ace was right Roger was a monster bc left a child who looked up to him like no one else ever did in a town from nowhere behind. I wonder how shanks reacted.

I kinda wished that- I don’t know if you watched the LA but there Garp is on the Plattform where Roger gets killed. I wish that buggy would arrive the Plattform when Roger finished his speech him thinking he will die with no regrets and with starting the new era but the moment he saw buggy his smile vanished and he knew he could no longer die at peace.

I have two things in mind of what buggy could say

He would smile at roger with a trembling body saying something like: “I hoped you lived a good live “captain”

or

2. He would be cold and saying shit like: “That’s it Gol D. Roger. You and your loved one will pay for your crimes” and he would mean it bc with people who believe in him he would get stronger and have more determination

I’m kinda surprised that Sengoku would take with if we think about what he did to Ace considering that wanted to execute him for being roger son not being the second commander of Whitebeard who was equal to roger. But I do not complain. If I think about it Buggy could be trained by Sengoku and Garp and Tsuru. Sengoku and Garp were also equal to roger. And while Sengoku could teach him to be smarter fight smarter, Garp could train him in strength combat and haki. Tsuru could help him to calm himself down and always keep his cool. So he could be powerful yonko level bc that what actually oda said. If Buggy would take effort he would be yonko level.

You know what a sad part of this is Buggy is the kind of character who gets treated bad by the “good” ones (in here the goal of the main character) but he would not get justice. He would die and maybe the others would regret it but probably not the same episode one person would say “he would want that you hate yourself…” like BITCH OFC HE WOULDNT BUT YOU SHOULD BC YOU DESERVE THAT.

anyways I’m getting of the topic I think Buggy is smart and a sweetheart if you treat him well. He maybe loves treasure in an unhealthy amount and can be a little arrogant but it’s like he is be mean but still would do everything for you if you treat him right. (I also believe that he would not have a pride problem to apologize if he did something wrong but that another thing).

again with the Plattform (I hope it’s Plattform English is not my native’s language) the thing is Shanks would see it. And I think no matter if choice one or two you choose he would be angry…even though he has no right too. But Buggy doesn’t care about shanks…well not anymore bc he has Rosi. While he hadn’t a bad relationship with Shanks his relationship with Rosi is much better. Shanks if not meant to be mean only teased him which lead to the whole crew teasing him and Buggy didn’t like that. I mean I don’t think he had a problem with some teasing bc that normal and fun you know? Everyone does that but they teased him about everything and it kinda hurt bc it gave off the feeling he wasn’t taking seriously at all. That he couldn’t be allowed to be sad or scared…genuinely.

With Rosi it wasn’t like that he got comforted motivated. Instea if being told that “a pirate isn’t allowed to be scared” or “are you hiding again” or “you wouldn’t be scared if you trained harder like shanks” he gets “it’s fine I protect you” or “don’t be scared buggy! Your strong and if anything happens I’m right here” and it helps bc it motivates him and them saying that they believe he is strong wants him to prove that and he doesn’t and he makes mistakes and learns from them and gets better bc that how it should be done

So if Buggy and Shanks would meet after decades Shanks would be furious at Buggy for doing this to their captain. But with just a few sentences Shanks anger turned into guilt

“Roger didn’t want me. He left me and abandoned me. No one wanted me”

So I think Shanks would withdraw and just go with it. But now he would feel emptier. It was one thing not having seen buggy and him officially cutting of the relationship was hard for Shanks but he shouldn’t complain he didn’t say anything when they voted to leave him even if he didn’t want that he could do more. Bc they would listen to him.

Buggy himself would live a good life being a very much known marine (vice admiral) having Rosi by his side (this is a Corazon lives AU) and be happy.

I even think that Luffy would be on Buggy’s side if he heard that story. But still would not stop being a pirate

[otomiyaa]

Luigi Wins (by doing absolutely nothing)

Bowser x Luigi

A/N: This was going to be a 2-part fic but I ended up writing the whole thing before I could even consider what kind of poll to add. *shrugs* works I guess. Thank you @weegee-simp69 for the final little push to write some Luigi again.

Summary: Bowser confronts Luigi about his interesting strategy to win a game. Inspired by Mario Party and the classic Luigi Wins By Doing Absolutely Nothing series. (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 1.3K

The little star was sparkling brightly in the hands of Princess Peach. Toad was holding up a little flag, and the water was shimmering beneath them.

"Everyone ready? On your marks!" Toad chirped, addressing the participants in their weekly game competition: Mario, Wario, Waluigi, DK, Bowser, Daisy, and Luigi. Luigi took a deep breath and gazed at the group. Since the game only started with Mario and himself and slowly expanded with more and more participants, he was sure it was a matter of time before more would join.

Of course, everyone wanted to earn these shiny victory stars. He was proud owner of 3 of them. Naturally his brother Mario was in the lead with a whopping 7 so far, and Bowser had already earned 3 as well. Luigi glanced sideways at Bowser, who was already smirking at him before their eyes even met.

"Don't think I'll go easy on you this time," Bowser chuckled. Luigi blushed and nodded.

"Understood," was his humble reply. Bowser was after all, his romantic partner too. As strange as that may sound to many, including himself.

"THREE, TWO, ONE, GO!" Toad almost lost his poor voice as he announced the start of the game, and luckily he didn't need to tell them a second time. The second he screamed 'go', the little group exploded into chaos.

"E-eh." Luigi hesitated entering the mess as he watched his 6 opponents crash into each other. Today's game was a simple one. They were all on a star-shaped platform and needed to push each other off. Underneath them, a cold pool of water was awaiting them.

Luigi froze and waited to be thrown into the water, but noticing the others going at each other with so much passion and determination, he slowly relaxed.

Oh? Splash. Wario was the first to fall in. Luigi nervously kept his eyes on Bowser who was, pfft, the second to fall in, followed by DK who was basically dragged along with him.

They really didn't realize he was standing here and doing nothing and - ah, Luigi realized now. This was exactly how he won his other 3 stars. One game he just didn't know what to do, so he stood still and ended up winning. The second he first wanted to observe quietly and also did nothing - yet before he could even take one step, the game was already over and he won. The third one was just like that.

Was this going to be his 4th star? Was he going to win, just like that? A grin was tugging at his lips when Waluigi didn't even get pushed in, but he tripped over his own feet and fell right past Luigi, not even touching him, into the water. Then not only Daisy, but also Mario fell in, in the middle of their little brawl. And before Luigi could realize, Toad's whistle could be heard.

"Game over! Luigi wins!" he yelled. Peach applauded and welcomed him off the star platform. All dry and safe, and now.. hehe, with another sparkling star in his hands. Luigi admired it and smiled proudly.

"Congratulations," she said sweetly. Luigi felt flattered, but did she not see he actually won by... doing absolutely nothing?

Proud with his victory he headed home first while the others got out of the pool and dried themselves.

"Oh yeah," Luigi said to himself, adding the star to his proud collection. Next to the 4-star collection of his own, Bowser's 3 victory stars looked less impressive. Luigi couldn't suppress his giggle. He actually beat him again!

"Are you that happy you won?"

Luigi looked how he came walking in, still wet as he lazily rubbed a towel over his body. He nodded.

"Of course I'm happy," he said, unable to hide his smile. Bowser glanced at his glass display that now had 4 stars in it.

"I noticed something," Bowser said in a serious tone, and Luigi somehow felt laughter bubble up, so he tried to control it. Why, laughter? Why?

"W-what did you n-notice?" he asked.

"You weren't doing anything."

Pffft! Luigi gulped and let out a giggle. He quickly covered his mouth. "I g-guess you m-must've noticed... so early in.. the water..." he managed to say between held back giggles. Bowser cocked his head.

"Pardon?" he asked.

It had started and Luigi couldn't contain it. "Nohohothing," he giggled uncontrollably, shaking with held back laughter. Why was everything so funny? The whole gang including Bowser going at each other so hard they didn't realize Luigi was doing nothing. Luigi then winning while everyone was in the water.

Bowser being among the first to be in the water and noticing Luigi's remarkable, eh, strategy? To win the game. On top of that, his lover Bowser was now acting like this ー

"HAHAHa!" Luigi was startled when suddenly he felt familiar claws rubbing against his sides.

"I guess you've got a laugh stuck in there don't you? I'll help you get it out, it must be itching hmm?" Bowser said teasingly, all of a sudden tickling both of Luigi's sides.

"Wahah- Mahahama Miahahaa- wahahait Bohohowser!" he cackled. Well his laughter was now indeed set loose, with 100% of his voice and more.

"That funny hm?" Bowser said calmly, still wiggling those pesky fingers against Luigi's sides and ribs. Sure this wasn't their first tickle fight, so Bowser knew exactly where to get him to make him weak in the knees. Tickle fight wasn't even the correct term here.

"Nohoho! Okahahay I'm sohohorry!" Luigi laughed, falling on his knees, but Bowser scooped him up without effort and tickled his tummy almost as if he was a little baby.

"Sorry for what? I don't understand," Bowser said while Luigi's laughter was all over the place. He kicked his legs and flailed his arms more.

"Huwahahah! For lahaha-laughihihing! Ahahaha!"

"Why would you apologize for that? Like I said, I'm helping you get that laugh out that was stuck. What were you laughing for anyway? Don't tell me you were laughing at me?"

Bowser was such a goofball, such a tease! Luigi couldn't do anything but laugh about it, and laugh because he was being tickled, and laugh because he was just... happy.

"Well?" Bowser sang, rubbing little circles against Luigi's tummy. Oh right, he asked a question.

"Ohohonly a lihihittle!" he admitted through hysterical giggles.

"Only a little hmm?" Bowser acted as if he was going to eat him, growling and nibbling Luigi's side playfully through his clothes, tickling him even more and making him shriek.

"EEehehehee yehehees! I'm sohohorry!" Luigi laughed and he kicked his legs again. Such a tickle monster!

"Plehehease - hehehehe!" he finally begged when he could barely breathe. Bowser noticed and immediately stopped the tickle attack.

Luigi caught his breath, and even though the tickling had stopped, he couldn't keep the smile off his face. He nuzzled Bowser's big arm.

"Really now," Bowser said. Luigi looked up at him with teary eyes.

"Hmm?" he hummed. Bowser rolled his eyes fondly and shook his head.

"You... Even though I tickled you to death, feels like you still won. And you did absolutely nothing," Bowser teased. Ah, Luigi blushed. As tough as he looked, Bowser recently would say stuff like this and it was adorable.

"...Agree to disagree. I laughed a lot, that isn't nothing," Luigi finally argued, but that earned him another poke in his stomach. And another, and another.

"Hohoho ahahalright - no mohohore!" he laughed tiredly, and he was relieved when Bowser switched back to cuddling.

"I know. Congratulations on your victory today," Bowser muttered softly before kissing the top of his head. Who would have thought Bowser could be like this. Not Luigi, nah. He still couldn't believe it, but that didn't mean he wouldn't appreciate it everyday.

"Wait. Are you laughing again?" Bowser asked, noticing his shaking shoulders.

"You're being so cheesy haha!" Luigi laughed breathlessly. However this time instead of tickling him more, Bowser joined in and laughed as well, and they laughed together while the stars were shining brightly behind the glass.

Next week, another chance to win! He was going for 5 stars, but something told him Bowser wouldn't let him get away with doing nothing again. Well, not so easily...

[im-leaking]

(NSFW) My hold:

8:27 pm: my tummy feels a little bloated from drinking that water bottle. Waiting for some more poll results and waiting to feel a little desperate before I start.

8:35 pm: don’t feel like I need to go yet, but my pussy is so wet and I’m excited 🤤

8:44 pm: starting to have to go potty. Touching myself is making it feel like I have to go more, but this time I will NOT let myself cum. I’m waiting for at least ONE MORE VOTE, but I think it’s becoming much more of a need and pressing my bladder is making it a little tricky. I’m not having an emergency yet, but…

8:47 pm: I’m ending and nearly came! 😣 I have to cum so badly now oh my goodness… I’m not allowed to before I pee.

8:52 pm: I can’t wait to get another vote so I’m gonna do some challenges. First I’m pressing my bladder against a table for 3 minutes on and off. I don’t have to go super badly, it’s not an emergency but it’s uncomfortable. I’m making an embarrassing humping kind of motion to press down on my bladder…

8:57 pm: running warm water over my pussy until 9pm. It feels so good but I’m throbbing and about to go potty 😣

9:00 pm: leaked a little. Now I dried off and put my undies back on. Have to hold my hand under warm water and wait a whole minute without leaking before I can pee. I’m squatted down legs open so it is not helping. Oops I already leaked! I can’t use my hands to hold.

9:04 pm: I let a little out to help me hold for the minute but couldn’t stop spurting I need to hold oh godddd….

9:20 pm: I just finished cleaning up. I ended up getting the spurts under control and was watching the clock. The second I made it to a minute, I started FLOODING my boxers and couldn’t help but whimper in relief. I peed for maybe 30 seconds and felt so good I took my undies off and started masturbating. I still had a little left in me so I pushed it out when rubbing and came so hard. 🤤 (the poll was at ‘wet underwear’ as the winning one, it may not be after this post. Next time I’ll wet in panties and a skirt because I really want to >_<)

[themultifandomgal]

Tommy Shelby- Been Lied To

This was a request. Hope you enjoy!

Not many people knew about Tommy Shelby’s first love Greta. Before the war, he believed she was the one, the one he would marry. Tommy promised to come home to her, and she promised she would be there waiting for him when his train gets in. However that promise was broken when Tommy returned home and he’s love wasn’t there to great him. His aunt Polly later told him that she had been ill for some time and Greta’s sister had been looking after her, but she eventually passed away. Little did any of them know the truth.

A 14 year old YN paces the length of her bedroom having thrown a book she shouldn’t of had on to her bed. The book was a diary, here mums diary, the woman she believed to be her aunt was actually her mother and she had been lied to her whole life!

Hearing the door downstairs open then close, YN sees red. Why did she have to be lied to? Why couldn’t she have been told the truth? Running downstairs she sees her ‘mum’

“Hi love I got some of those biscuits you like”

“Thanks mum, or should I say Auntie Kitty”

“YN love, what are you talking about?”

“I’m taking about your diary”

“What? Where did you find that?” mum shouts with wide eyes

“That doesn’t matter!” I yell back “you lied to me my whole life? Why?”

“YN…” mum sighs “I didn’t think I’d ever have the chance to have a child, then when your auntie Greta passed away after having you I thought….”

“You could have just told me. I would have still loved you like you were my mum. Who’s my dad?”

“That I will never tell you. You don’t want to get mixed up with them. Promise me you won’t go looking for him”

“How can I if you won’t tell me who he is!” YN shouts as she storms off upstairs slamming her bedroom door. Looking back at the diary she picks it up again and takes another look at the diary. Rereading YN notices some initials

15th February 1918

Dear Diary,

I’m afraid TS may find out the truth, but I can’t let him. He will ruin the girl with the Peaky Blinders. He questioned me today, said she looked like him and his family. Of course I told he he was stupid and that she is my daughter not his!

TS? Who was TS? He was a Peaky Blinder…. Then it hit YN. TS must stand for Tommy Shelby. Tommy Shelby is her father? Well there’s only one way to find out. Knowing that he was getting married to the old barmaid Grace, YN quickly leaves her room taking the diary with her. She runs downstairs and to the coat rack

“Where are you going?” Kitty asks

“Out!” YN shouts before slamming the bedroom door. Hoping she can get to the church before the wedding starts, YN runs as fast as she can until she seeing a group of men stood outside smoking

“YN?” Turning around she sees Finn Shelby, the youngest brother who she’s knows from school, well when he decided to attend “what are you doing here?”

“Erm” now she’s here she feels nervous, yes she’s angry at her mum, well auntie, but now she’s worried because she’s turned up on her possible dads wedding day. What if he wants nothing to do with her?

“Finn come on Toms waiting” Arthur says stomping out his cigarette

“I’ll be a minute” Finn shouts back “YN what’s wrong?”

“I don’t even know why I though coming here was going to be a good idea” YN says before biting her lip

“Finn!”

“I’m coming! YN what’s going on?”

“I think Tommy is my dad. Look” YN hands the diary over to Finn who takes a look at the diary entry that YN just read. Gingerly Finn reads the diary, his eyes widen at the end

“Shit. Ok you gotta speak to Tommy”

“But…”

“For fuck sake Finn what the fuck are you doing?” John now asks walking over to us

“This is YN, Tommys long lost daughter”

“What?” Finn then hands the diary to John to read

“Holy shit. Greta was your mum not kitty?” John says shocked “I know Tommy had his suspicions, but fuck why would she keep this from him? He had a right to know”

“Right are you guys coming or what because Tommy is getting impatient” Polly walks over with Ada

“Poll we think YN is Tommys daughter” the diary is then passed over to their aunt

“Today of all days, why?” Polly mutters “ok we will deal with this later, but right now we have a wedding. YN head home then….”

“I can’t, or more like I don’t want to. Mum, auntie kitty, fuck I don’t know what to call her now, knows I found the diary. She’s mad and won’t talk to me about this. She’ll just pretend that that diary doesn’t exist”

“Ok ok. Stand at the back of the church, don’t make a fuss. After the wedding we’ll head to Arrow House. We can talk then”

“Ok” YN gives in knowing this probably her best option.

Later on after the wedding Polly takes Yn to Tommys house. They all head into Tommys office, the whole family including Grace

“What are we in here for Poll” tommy sighs lighting up a cigarette

“Kitty lied. Greta was pregnant while you were away at war. YN is Gretas daughter, your daughter Thomas” Polly says throwing the diary onto the table. Tommy runs his hands over his face sitting down

“How do you know she is definitely his?” Grace asks

“Before I went to war Greta said she thought she was pregnant. When I came home Kitty said Greta wasn’t pregnant, but got sick and died”

“Come to think of it after you went away Greta disappeared. Said she was ill, I tried going over to check on her but Kitty wouldn’t let me in” Ada says

“Then all of a sudden Kitty has a daughter” Arthur says

“Did any of you notice a bump?”

“No, but pregnant or not she would have tried to hide it” Polly reply’s to John

“But she was still called names when she first came out with YN”

“So YN really is your daughter?” Grace asks looking at her husband

“I guess so” Tommy looks up at his family “everyone out, except YN. I think we need to talk”

That evening, YN and Tommy talk. Tommy tells YN about he mother, about what she was like and how he loved her. YN has to go home, but over the weeks and months, YN soon finds herself living with Tommy and Grace and their son. At first Grace is weary, but soon warms up the the young girl. For a while YN wanted nothing to do with Kitty, but after speaking to Polly and finding out that Kitty only wanted a child of her own and loved YN with all her heart, YN decided to make an effort with her aunt. But for YN her whole life changed that night all because she found a diary while looking for Irish Whiskey.

[holyfruitsnax]

Venus Van DAYUM

A/N: Title may be temporary I just couldn't think of anything clever to name this. UM so I put out a poll on who to write for next and I didn't include our favorite trans honey, Venus Van Fuckin' Dam. Obviously when I got comments saying Venus I had to write something for her. I've had a creative itch these past few days and this has not helped cause I just love her and want to write MORE. Anyways enjoy. (PLEASE! I have never written for a trans individual before so if you have any feedback or tips for that LEMME KNO OKAY. I just ended up writing her like a lady because that's what she is, just describing other appendages as I saw fit!!)

Pairing: Venus Van Dam x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, PnV, Riding & Face sitting for just a sec, Foul Language, Jax is a little shit, Venus is HOT and a wise trans mommy, never proof read (Obviously)

Your glass clinked against the shined wood counter, laughter and music filled the biker bar. Your eyes narrowing as they trailed a certain tall brunette, her lean arms wrapped around the neck of your good friend Jackson Teller. Of course he'd do this. Since you'd started hanging around Venus more often, finding the two of you had more in common than you'd first thought, your closer friends had made it their mission to absolutely tease you. So when Jax approached Venus and asked if she'd like to dance, you told her to go ahead with a strained smile. Now, she danced up close to the blonde man with a wide smile as they spoke behind the music. The sound of her boisterous laugh filled your ears, your own eyes moving up her body to catch her doe like Hazel eyes staring at you. Your predatory stare causing the woman to swallow thickly, patting Jax on the shoulder before she moved away from him with a finger pointed in your direction.

"My bad Chick, you can have your girlfriend back." Jax's blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he lifted his hands in the air. "Thanks Jax." You smiled sheepishly looking down at your drink, Venus's black heels clicking as she came into view again. There it was, the thing that made Venus want to poke at you. To dig deep. You never seemed to deny the things your friends said when it came to the two of you being something more. Venus bent at the waist, large hand wrapping around your glass to take a swig of the fruity mixture you'd chosen. Her lips wrapped over the rim, eyes connecting with your own as she swallowed with an appreciative hum. "You've been starin' sweetheart. Course I can't blame you." She teased, her free hand pushing beneath her large chest for emphasis. She wore a little black dress, the long tight sleeves showing every muscle in her long arms, the low neckline practically giving you a full view of her breasts, and a hem so short you could slouch and see her panties while she had danced with Jax. It had to be on purpose.

You shrugged with a smug smirk, shoulders rolling back as Venus brought the glass back to your lips forcing to to take a drink. "I don't know how much more of this I can take." Your voice airy being so close to the woman. "Me or the drinks?" Venus jested with a raised brow, swirling the bright colored drink infront of you. "Both." You laughed placing your head in your hands as your shoulders shook. "Well then answer this for me..." Venus encouraged you to finish your drink in a few gulps, the slight burn of your throat making you hiss as you stared at her, waiting. "Are you just gonna sit here and stare at me all night...Or are we gonna dance?" Your mouth fell open at her words, fingers tapping the bar twice before holding up two fingers to call two shots of liquor your way. You watched as Venus reached around you, arm grazing your shoulder as she took one of the shots. Downing your own quickly you nodded sliding off of the barstool you'd sat on for the past forty five minutes.

"Yeah, yeah let's dance." You matched Venus's giddy grin, hands wrapping together as you back her towards the dance floor. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or the effect being so close to Venus had on you but, you quickly found yourself grinding against her to the beat of the music. Venus's hips rolled as she pressed her ass against you, hands playing in the air, hair flipping to one side as she looked back at you. Your hands found their place on her firm hips, one moving to hold down the short hem of her dress so she could let loose. The two of you danced song after song, having drink after drink until you found yourself fumbling over your words. "S-so fuckin' sexy." You mumbled as Venus turned in your arms, brows raised in shock. "You don't understand- jus' how much I want you baby." Your voice slurred as you continued to grind against Venus's hips beginning to feel her bulge beneath her dress. "I think someone's had too much to-" Venus's sultry voice began though it was stopped when your lips pressed needily against hers.

Hoots and hollers pulled you back to reality as you and Venus drunkenly made out on the dance floor. Oh shit. You retracted your body from hers ignoring the sweet taste her lips left behind, pink lipstick staining your skin. Your eyes darted between the boys and Venus's confused face as you cleared your throat. Before you could say anything your feet carried you out of the bar at a fast pace, Venus following close behind. "Hey Y/N wait- can we-" Venus started, hand finding its place on your shoulder so she could spin you around to face her. "I'm sorry." You mumbled. eyes panning to the side, the sweet, understanding look in her eyes being hard to look at. "I'm going home...You wanna ride?" Your throat clench around your words trying your best to hold back the intense push and pull of your heart. "I don't know if you should be driving-" She shook her head glancing at your bike. "S'just around the corner, dorm at the warehouse so." You waved your hand through the air as you spoke, stance a bit wobbly.

Despite better judgement Venus let you strap a helmet to her head, hopping in the back if the bike with you. You revved the bike loudly before riding off down the street, knuckles white as you gripped the handlebars tightly. "I don't pretend to know what goes on in that pretty little head of yours Chick...But I'm starting to understand how you really feel." Venus's voice raised over the engine making you chew at your bottom lip. Her hands found their way around your torso, gliding up and down your sides before trailing up to your breasts, well manicured fingers plucking the top few buttons of your vest open so she could squeeze the soft flesh underneath. Your teeth clenched trying to ignore the way she moved to press her bulge against your ass. "Venus." Your voice serious as you pulled into the warehouse parking lot, sliding off the bike with Venus. You began to make your way through the warehouse, Venus's small remarks left behind you until you found yourself at the end of the dorm hallway. "Please- please stop ignoring me Y/N." Venus stood at the bottom of the stairs with her arms crossed accentuating her biceps.

You turned to face her with a lost expression painted on your face. "You're not mad at me yet?" You faltered, watching the tall woman shake her head. "No...No you see I've been like you before sweetheart. Hurt and confused, but I think the real reason you're running from me....Is because you're scared. Scared of what other people may think, scared of this, the way I make you feel...Scared because you know that this could be something real." Venus's eyes searched yours as she made her way up the stairs to you, her hips swaying with each step. Your mouth opened and closed, brows knitting as you took in her wise words. You found yourself surrounded by her presence as she started backing you down the hall. "Now, I am a woman that knows what I want...The real question is- are you?" She teased, eyes raking over your body making you shiver. In a flash you'd grabbed Venus, pushing her back against an archway, lips crashing against hers like before.

Venus's knees buckled beneath her as you pushed your thigh between her legs, one hand placed firmly against the doorframe while the other laced itself in your hair. You parted her lips with your tongue, exploring the wet cavern with heavy breaths as Venus moaned into your mouth. You pulled back, both of your chests heaving while Venus rolled her hips over your thigh. "You're right, okay? I am nervous, a-and scared...and I really do- want you." You confessed, eyes dancing with Venus's wide blown pupils. This time, Venus kissed you, a sweet pent up kiss making you groan at the contact. You trailed your lips down Venus's neck taking a moment to nip at her adams apple before finding your way to her large tits. Your eyes flicked up to watch Venus pull her bottom lip between her teeth as your lips closed around a bud through the thin fabric of her dress, fingers moving the fabric out of the way to finally swirl your tongue around the hardened pink bud, enjoying the way your fingers sank into the heavy flesh.

"Where the hell's your room?" Venus panted above you, fingers raking through your hair. You released Venus from the wall, eyes intense as you lead her a little further down the hall, watching the bounce of her bare tits as she walked. You unlocked and pushed open the door to your room as thick, french tip adorned fingers pushed your leather vest off your shoulders. One of your hands bolted to grip around one of Venus's wrists to stop her, you flung the vest onto the bed and pulled her hand to your mouth sucking a digit while you slid her black dress down her legs, enjoying the small noise she tried to hide. "Put it on." You commanded, head tilting towards the vest making Venus's eyes go wide but, she did as you asked pulling the leather over her bare skin, leaving the front open. You hummed approvingly staring at Venus with half lidded eyes, backing her up against the bed to push her back onto the sheets. Swift movements remove the rest of your clothes as you threw your legs on either side of Venus's lean torso, her dick hard and dripping already as you ground your ass against it.

Her hands found the back of your thighs pulling you up to hover over her face, desperately bringing your hips down so she could flatten her tongue against your slit. You moaned at the feeling of her warm wet tongue playing with you, the muscle dipping between your folds to circle your clit and prod deeply into your cunt. Your back arched as you pressed further down against Venus's face, her heavy grunts and moans making your heart thump wildly, eyes falling shut as she ate you out. You pulled up feeling a tight bundle build in your lower stomach, Venus's hands gripping at the soft flesh of your ass as you pushed her away gently. "As good as that feels baby...I want something else.." You tilted your head as Venus helped you slide back down her body. Your eyes taking in the flush that had spread along her face, neck and chest. You lined yourself up over her thick cock, teasing your folds over her sensitive tip making her breath hitch in her throat.

"Come on sweetheart, I know you can take it." Venus's southern accent sang up to you, satisfied when you finally sank down around her dick, warm tight muscles pulling her deep inside making you both moan out. "S-so, so pretty." You called down to Venus making her smile as you began to roll and bounce your hips against hers, fingers brushing her curled brown hair out of her face. You started off with a slow smooth rhythm, raising your hips before settling back down flush against Venus, your ministrations pulling a deeper throaty moan from her. "Feel good baby? Hmm?" You jested with a roll of your hips feeling yourself flutter around Venus as another low moan draws from her. You liked hearing both of her voices, both being part of her. The hard pull of her cock paired with the soft bounce of her tits, the sharp yet feminine features her face held made your eyes roll back in pleasure. She was like a big ol' southern gift wrapped in a pretty pink bow.

"Yes- Lord yes! darlin'...sweetest little thing I've ever had-Ohhh shit." The next moan higher as she bucked up into you, encouraging you as you bounced your hips faster against her, nails biting into the leather of your vest she wore. "That's right darlin'...Fuck yourself on my cock." Venus bit out through pearly white teeth, fingers rolling against your swollen clit making you throw your head back and moan. That familiar taught feeling filled your belly again, walls gripping repeatedly as you rode Venus sloppier. "M-gonna come, oh god Y/N you're gonna make me- ahh." Venus panted and clenched her teeth, dick twitching inside of you as she released with a guttural moan, hands gripping at your chest. You came with a high moan, gushing around Venus, your orgasm lengthening her own as she writhed beneath you, hips pumping in and out of you slowly with small "oh's" falling from her. Venus tugged you down close to her chest so she could hungrily kissed you, hands lifting your shaky hips and thighs to help you off of her. You stared in silence at one another, hands lovingly petting either side of Venus's face.

"I love you." You blurted, voice hushed, though you were sure anyone else in the dorms had already been disturbed between the moaning and banging of your headboard against the wall. Venus grinned happily, placing a chaste kiss against your lips "I love you too darlin.". The alcohol you'd consumed earlier made your eyes grow heavy, pairing with the warmth Venus supplied next to you. Her large hand ran circled around the soft skin of your back and shoulders. "So- does this make us girlfriends?" You chuckled lifting your head to look over at Venus who smiled back at you with a nod. "This makes us whatever you want us to be babydoll. If you want casual, you want serious, consider it done." Venus caressed your face, lips falling against your forehead as you hummed in thought. "Alright..." Your voice going soft as darkness invaded your vision.

"You really think blackmail is the best decision here?" Bobby shook his head at Jax and the other members sat at the table. Venus's hips switched as she made her way down the stairs, multiple sets of eyes landing on her form. She wore a little pair of your sleep shorts and your vest, still open, an eyebrow sassily raised at the boys with her hands on her hips. "Bet y'all ain't ever seen tits this good in one of these before hmm?" Venus shimmied her chest as a few of the boys cackled seeing Tig's face follow the woman. "You jealous Tiger?" She teased his way watching him shrug "A little." He nodded. "I know you are!" Venus exclaimed with a slight, giddy squat "Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, my baby's gonna need an aspirin and some water." She laughed, long legs trotting off to the communal kitchen. You had raced out of bed after waking up alone, standing at the top of the stairs as Venus disappeared into the kitchen. "Heard you needed an aspirin...Baby." Jax giggled watching your face grow hot beneath their stares, not minding the shy smile that tugged at your lips.

[lily-alphonse]

Alex/Shane rarepair sporty boys bromance🙏

OH IVE GOTTA MAKE THIS ONE ANGSTY. Implied past child abuse as well. If it was to become a full fic it would have a happy ending though.

I like that they are on opposite ends of fulfilling their dreams. Shane is kind of the ghost of Alex's future ain't he?

Oooo wait okay lets take the headcanon from the SamAlex fic and have Alex returning from college after being forced to drop out due to poor grades.

Alex has been away for two years, becoming an entirely different person. He was a star athlete with a hot (albeit on and off again) boyfriend. He felt more like himself than ever before... and then it all came crashing down.

When he comes back to town, its like stepping into old shoes that don't fit anymore. He doesn't feel safe to be himself and shuts down. He puts on an act of the person he used to be. Cocky. Macho. He pretends nothing affects him and he has it all figured out.

Shane looks even rougher than when he last saw him. Worse than reminding him of where his future might be headed, he reminds him of his dad. Drinking all the time. So angry. Who would put him in charge of a kid? He's kind of worried for Jas. He’s glad she has Marnie at least. Marnie’s always been nice.

It’s night. Shane is leaving the saloon, Alex is outside sitting with Dusty. He watches Shane with contempt in his eyes, and Shane won’t stand for it anymore. He feels him watching, spins around and snaps at him.

“You got a fucking problem or something?”

Alex stands up slowly, a silent reminder of the pure mass Shane is up against. Maybe a fight could be good for him. Let off some steam. But he gives Shane a chance to back down.

“Walk away, Shane.”

He, unsurprisingly, does the opposite. He comes closer. “No. I haven’t done anything to you, so what's your fucking issue?"

The alcohol on his breath causes a long-buried fear to spike in Alex and it has him clenching his fists at his sides. He wills himself not to tremble. Not now. Not now. He feels cornered, readying to swing at him when Shane's next words catch him off guard.

"Why are you here, Alex?" Shane sounds older. More tired. His bleary eyes don't miss the look in Alex's. There's something he recognizes there.

But now Alex is terrified for a different reason. He's so tired of keeping this wall up that he's actually tempted to be honest with him. His defenses are crumbling around him as part of him thinks that Shane would understand better than anyone...

His mind balks at the thought, since that would mean they were in any way similar. So he turns it around on him, throwing a mirror up between them as his last defense.

“What are YOU doing here Shane? What happened to you, you’re a fucking mess.”

Shane rolls his eyes, waving him off as he backs away again. “Yeah, yeah, piss on the town drunk. It’s all been said and done, asshole.”

“No,” Alex says firmly, following him, corralling him back against Dusty's fence, “you started this.” He won't let him back out of this now. For some reason he can't let this conversation die. It's real and it's painful and he craves it.

Shane folds his arms and scoffs. “Technically you started it by glaring at me all the time.”

Alex grinds his teeth. "It'll get even worse for you if you even think about harming Jas."

Shane's eyes widen with fire, arms slowly moving to his sides again. "What the fuck did you just say?"

Alex steps closer, looking down on Shane now. "You heard me."

"I would NEVER hurt her you fucking--"

Shane moves to push him but Alex pushes him back harder, but the show of protectiveness for Jas seems to flip a switch in him because he doesn't want to hurt Shane.

He kisses him.

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Sunshine in the Darkness

Summary - Dalton finds shy!reader hiding in an empty room at the frat party, and his world brightens. 1.7k+ words

Warnings - large fluff, medium angst, Dalton complains a lot at first then gets flirty, incorrect description of how Dalton enters the Further, open ending

A/N - Here is the runner up from my poll! This is one of the first fic ideas I had while watching the movie so I had fun writing it. I edited and proofread but please let me know if I missed anything or what you think! Enjoy!! :)

Dalton meant it when he said he did not want to go to the frat party. Meant it when he told his dad. Chris. Himself. Yet here he is – declining diaper pudding and walking through the crowd in front of the door. Although Chris is in front of him and facing the other way, she feels Dalton’s eyes roll during Nick’s speech. As the chanting ends and the music resume, Dalton tries expressing his opinion again in hopes that Chris will allow him to leave.

“This party’s lame!” he yells over the noise.

“Agreed,” Chris seconds as she turns toward him.

Dalton’s hopes of leaving are crushed by Chris stating she wants to go through the stuff in the house, directing Dalton toward the stairs. He releases a sigh as she starts testing doorknobs.

“Check the one at the end,” Chris says as she starts down the hall. 

Dalton rolls his eyes for the approximate hundredth time as he drags his feet to the end of the hall.

“’The night Dalton Lambert had fun,’ she said. Yeah, having so much fun,” he complains as he goes.

He grabs a doorknob and twists it, preparing to tell Chris it’s locked before it swings open. Dalton looks over his shoulder to call Chris, but something diverts his attention – a sniffle? Taking a step inside, Dalton closes the door behind him and walks further into the seemingly empty bedroom. As he rounds the bed, he sees someone sitting against the wall with their knees pulled up to their chest.

“Oh, sorry. I was-“ Dalton trails off with his thumb pointing over his shoulder. “Are you ok?”

You look up and locks eyes with him. In incredibly stark contrast to every other moment of his life, Dalton Lambert has only one thing on his mind. You. Without knowing your name, who you are, or anything else about you, you managed to calm the storm in Dalton’s life.

“I’m ok,” you answer quietly, drawing his attention again. “Just trying to get away from all the people.”

Dalton nods as he watches you play with your fingers hooked under your bent knees. 

“Dolphin?” Someone yells from the hallway, causing you to flinch and bring your legs closer, ducking your head again.

“Give me a few minutes, Chris,” Dalton says through a crack in the door.

“Do you have a girl in there?” Chris asks with a huge smile. She tries to push the door open, saying, “Let me in, Dalton!”

“Chris,” Dalton interjects, gently pushing her back into the hallway. “Give me a few minutes. Guard the door if you want, but wait, alright?”

You don’t hear her say anything else, but the music is muffled again as the door is closed. Dalton enters your sight again, and you relax slightly. 

“May I?” Dalton asks, gesturing to the floor in front of you.

You nod, watching as he sits down. He’s within reach of you but not overbearingly close. Leaning against the bed, he stretches his legs out. 

“So,” he begins, “why come to a party if you don’t like the people?”

You shrug again. Dalton stares at you, smiling as you fail to hide your small smile before looking away again. He watches you for another moment, trying to decide if he should keep talking or leave you alone.

“I didn’t want to come,” you admit quietly. As Dalton's eyes connect with yours, you look at your knees and continue. “To the party, I mean. My roommate dragged me and then left with some guy so I’m alone now.”

“My roommate forced me to come too,” Dalton explains. “She’s the one who tried to force the door down a minute ago. Means well, I think, unlike yours.”

You nod, feeling shy again under his gaze.

“What’s your name?” Dalton tries.

You whisper your name, then ask, “Yours is Dalton?”

“How’d you know?”

“Your roommate said it in the hall.”

“Alright,” Dalton says as he stands. He reaches a hand down to you, smiling as you look between his face and hand. “You obviously don’t want to stay. I don’t either. Let’s go.”

You swallow and wipe your hand on your shirt before taking his hand. He immediately wraps his hand around yours and pulls you to your feet, causing you to fall against his chest. Dalton’s arm wraps around your shoulders, holding you close as you look up at him.

“You always this shy or is it the party?” he asks quietly.

“I think it’s you,” you admit breathily, maintaining eye contact.

Dalton’s eyes widen, as does his smile. “Not so shy now, are we?” he exclaims.

You try to pull away, but he wraps his other arm around you, forcing you to hide your face against his chest.

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop if you want,” Dalton says in your ear.

“It’s fine. You’re- you’re easier to talk to than most people.”

“Dalton, we need to go. Now!” A voice you recognize as Dalton’s roommate says as the door opens. “Hi! I’m Chris! Dalton, now!”

Dalton keeps his arm around your shoulders as you navigate the party and exit into the front yard. As you turn to walk down the street, Chris elbows Dalton.

“I’m going to my new dorm. You two have fun,” Chris says before walking in the opposite direction.

Dalton’s arm remains firmly around you as he begins walking.

“Why’d you stay?” you ask once the noise from the frat party is in the distance. “When you walked in the room and saw me you could’ve just left. Why’d you stay and talk to me?”

“Thought you could use a friend. Maybe I knew we both needed a friend.”

“Thank you.”

“Hey, let’s turn here,” he says when you approach a dark intersection. “Something happened when I was younger and now I don’t really like the dark. Sorry.”

“No problem,” you respond as you turn. “And don’t apologize; everyone is scared of something.”

Dalton invited you to hang out in his dorm room after class the next evening, then insisted you accept. He is drawing when you arrive, and you wave him off, encouraging him to finish. You watch his back, your interest growing by the second.

“What are you drawing?” you ask quietly.

“You.”

You laugh, thinking he’s joking before the power shuts off and all of his lamps and lights go off. You stand up and move to stand beside him.

“Not right now,” he mutters, sounding utterly broken.

Kneeling by his chair, you take his hand in yours. “The power will be back on soon. Everything is alright.”

“You need to leave,” he says.

You begin to question him when he raises his voice. “Go! Now!”

As you pull your hand from him, it’s like another switch is flipped. The room feels darker now as he lurches forward to grab your hand again.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me. I’m just scared, and I didn’t mean it. Please don’t leave me," Dalton begs, grasping your hand tightly.

He’s out of the chair now, kneeling in front of you. You move your free hand to the back of his head, and he leans against you, pressing his face into your stomach. After a few minutes, bordering on eternity, you hear a small crackling as the power returns. Dalton looks up at you with teary eyes.

“How’d you do that?” he asks.

You look at him, drawn back into yourself because he yelled at you to leave. He realizes what he did and stands quickly, one hand raising to your cheek as the other holds steady on your hand.

“I didn’t mean any of that. I yelled at you because I thought you were in danger. Please don't stop talking to me. I need you,” Dalton admits to you and himself.

“How did I do what?” you ask, voice barely audible even though Dalton is inches from you.

“You kept me here.”

You swallow and look up at him, eyes following a tear as it travels down his face.

“Danger from what?”

“Me. I can astral project and the last few times the lights have gone out like that it’s been violent. Even in this realm. But you kept me here.”

You hug him, unsure how to respond to all the information he just told you. His arms wrap around you, holding you as tightly as he can.

“There's one other reason I stayed last night,” he whispers in your ear. “You’re beautiful, you're bright. Once I saw you, you were the only thing I could think about. So, I couldn’t leave. Not when you lit up what has been a very dark world.”

You smile into his shoulder before pulling back to look at him. “You’re scared of the dark and you just compared me to light. That’s kinda romantic, Dalton.”

His gaze drops to your lips before he states, “I can be much more romantic, Sunshine.”

You feel embarrassment creeping up in the form of a smile and hide your face in his chest again.

“You didn’t say anything about everything else I said,” he points out.

“I believe you. If that’s what you want to know.”

“What do you want to do? Since I fought so hard to get you to come over and we can finally enjoy some time that’s just us.”

You shake your head, burrowing further into his chest, unable to explain that being with him is enough.

“She’s back,” Dalton hums, more to himself than you.

He removes a hand from your back and twists to do something. Before you can look up to see what he's doing, he falls backward onto his bed with you in his arms.

“I’m glad I went to that party,” Dalton says as he rubs your back.

“Me too,” you admit quietly, looking at the art decorating the wall behind you.

“Want to go to another one?”

You shake your head and find it in yourself to look up at him again. “What are you going to do? About the projection and the door in the picture?”

He looks at the picture of the door, then back at you. “Figure out how to close it. Forever.”

“You said ‘us’ earlier. What does that mean?”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“You seem too comfortable to get shy about the answer right now. So, tomorrow, Sunshine.”

“Tomorrow,” you repeat.

Later that night, Dalton thinks about you as he settles into a dreamless sleep or perhaps a false sense of security. Either way, all he can think of now is you and tomorrow.