#LET ME TELL THEM TO FUCK OFF AND FIND AN ACTUAL ADULT TO DEAL WITH WHATEVER IS WRONG IN THEIR MIND

[whatcouldpossiblyg0wr0ng]

When will I finally FINALLY let go and be selfish I am WAITING.

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Alastor X Reader Headcanons

❌️Romantic

✅️Platonic

TW: Alastor's craziness

Description: Alastor having to deal with Child!Reader and what their relationship is like

Alastor is somehow the best with children while simultaneously being the fucking worst

Sure he can entertain them easily, knows all the right things to say and think of fun games to keep them occupied

He can make them good food to eat, supply them with the proper clothes and protection

He'll even play along with all your little antics, act as your partner in crime

Knows how to make you smile after something has upset you, giving small head pats and singing you a song

Lil song and dance number

"You're never fully dressed~ Without a smile~"

Let's you in on his super duper big plans but you can't tell anybody or else it'll ruin the surprise

But he has no idea what a child actually needs in order to thrive

His idea of games are often just tossing you somewhere dangerous or letting you play on a death trap while he lazily watches you

Often times he forgets to feed you and when you inevitably complain of being hungry he tries to feed you the nearest sucker around

Alastor kids do NOT eat ppl

Cannibal children do

Okay well ppl meat doesn't have enough nutrients for a child

Fine

Puts you in clothes that will embarrass you to tears with how old and dorky they are

"Well it was in style when I was a kid!"

And he more than likely will traumatize you with his idea of 'protection', as if his demon form wasn't terrifying to normal adults

To top it all off...Alastor can probably only handle you in short bursts then pawns you off on someone else

It's nothing personal

You're just needy and grabby and loud and you're prone to tears and-

Well, children are just that way by design

So it's nothing personal

But he does have a soft spot for you and spoils you a little more than he would the average child

Gives you anything you ask for no matter if it's bad for you or if someone else already told you no

"Alastor! Can I have a cookie?"

"Of course my dear~"

"Uh Al? Vaggie already told them no..."

"Two cookies then!"

Alastor finds qualities in you that could be nurtured and puts effort into helping you grow your gifts

If you get into trouble then he helps you skirt the rules of your punishment

And lands the both of you in a time out

"I can't believe you dragged me into your punishment!"

"Alastor, that was your idea!"

When you start trying to make deals with everyone around the hotel, he is so PROUD

Sniff "they grow up so fast"

Covers your ears whenever anybody curses around you but casually teaches you how to properly cook a finger

If you're dirty then he'll hold you away from him with his staff, sidestepping your grubby hands

"Oh dear~! Someone needs a bath~"

Leaves the hard work to everyone else but happily does all the funs parts of hanging out with a kid

You're probably his favorite kid in all of Hell tho

[itmeansiris]

The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Emotions Gen 1 pt.93

CW: Crude Language, Mentions Death, Surgery Complications

Kason went to find the family and deliver the news. The abrasive hospital lights added to his already haunted expression. First, Mercury was still in surgery. She suffered from a head contusion, two broken ribs, and a broken arm. The fractured ribs turned into a bigger issue, puncturing her right lung, and causing it to collapse. The surgeon was forced to perform a pleurodesis. During the procedure, her heart stopped.

The surgeon managed to revive her, before mending the tear in her lung, now they were working to stop some internal bleeding, made worse during the resuscitation process. Subsequent to that information he told them about Paris's plan.

Though they were relieved to hear M was alive, they were equally devastated to hear how serious her injuries were and she wasn't out of the woods yet. That sadness was channeled into outrage towards Paris, their anger twofold due to her fictional rendition of events.

The triplets were still held in the Pediatrics unit with Spirit when Kason delivered the double-edged sword.

Earlier, Dr. Brawner; the triplet's pediatrician, confirmed that Venus sprained her wrist. After an examination and a brief conversation, Dr. Brawner bandaged Venus's wrist before informing Spirit and Peyton that she intended to keep all the kids longer. She wanted to monitor Venus's range of motion but also sent in a child psychiatrist to observe the triplet's behavior, specifically Venus.

As the adults waited for another update on Mercury, Beckett excused himself to locate Spirit and check on the triplets. The remaining party discussed ways to clear Kason's name in the event the police started to believe that Paris's tall tales held any merit.

Winter: M came to see us when you were on that business trip. She definitely showed me and Peyton your text about that bitches disgusting behavior.

Kiersten: I have plenty of videos and pictures from Rufus, showing Paris basically sexually harassing the entire office.

Winter: Let's not forget all the information that Takara gathered during M's lawsuit against the paparazzi.

Peyton: I still have all the text you sent me from the first week you started training her. They’re pretty specific and there is no way we fabricated them they're time and date-stamped.

Kason ignored them, once again overwhelmed by what he believed were his own shortcomings.

Kason: I'll take care of it, this is my fault I deserve whatever happens. If I’d pushed Greg harder to do something or called the police, M wouldn't be...None of you should have to deal with this. I failed, just like Detective Jerk-off said.

Peyton: Will you give it a rest! This is her fault and her fault alone! Unless you want to tell us that you tried to have M and the kids killed for money? Because if that's the case then, yes, you're on your fucking own! Otherwise, shut the hell up and let us help you!

Kason: Don't you ever say that shit to me again!

Winter: Peyton, calm down.

Peyton: No! I'm sick of his fucking pity party. Could he have done more, yes, but we all could have done more! We all knew! But, your family needs you now and all you can do is cry about how it's all your fault. Wah, wah, wah. Your kids are handling this better than you are and according to you they actually got to see what happened. Grow up, dude!

Winter: Peyton!

Kiersten: Guys...

Kason: Fuck you, Peyton.

Peyton: Thats my nieces, my nephew, and my best friend!

Winter: And those are his wife and kids!

Peyton: Then he needs to pull himself together! This is exactly what Paris wants. She hopes you'll fold and won’t be able to fight her allegations. Then all her little stories will start to look true, as you hide away waiting for someone to come looking for answers. Don't isolate yourself! When Dad died you did the same thing. You wouldn't let me be there for you then, but let us be here for you now!

Kiersten: I'm not sure what happened with your dad, but he's right Kason. This isn't your fault. Not this nor the fire. I'm sorry, I know I haven't been...I haven't... I shouldn’t have...I'm so sorry, but you must know, that none of us blame you for Paris's actions. So, please don't destroy yourself over this. It's not what M or Rufus would want for you.

Kason looked around at the group. Their faces mirrored his tumultuous emotions. Terror and indignation were at the forefront, but their eyes lacked the dejection he was sure shone from his own. Instead, their eyes held compassion, and patience, and just below that was a hint of caution.

Kason: [sigh] I'm sorry, I just.. I can't believe this is happening. But Peyt- you guys are right. I need to stop sulking and get it together and I do need your help.

Peyton: Ahhh! Like music to my ears. Say it again!

Winter: Really Peyton?

She bit back an involuntary smile.

Kiersten: How does he jump from angry mob to comedian like that?

She asked, bent over in a fit of giggles. Kason shook his head, but he had a small grin on his face.

Kason: Good grief. Is he really my brother?

Peyton's comment had provided some momentary relief from the otherwise tense situation. The group resumed the discussion more cohesively.

They broke down Paris's story into key components. First, Kason and Paris being "Official". They compiled a list of events that could dispute that claim. Next, they moved on to her claims that Kason wanted a divorce. Kiersten mentioned the article in Simblr Magazine about their "alleged divorce". Kason countered, pulling up M’s simstagram response to the magazine with the photos from their Spooky Day party.

Winter: The guest and the paparazzi can attest to the validity and authenticity of their relationship from that night alone. They were all over each other.

Kason: The guest sure, but the paparazzi are out for blood. After they lost the lawsuit for slander they've been following M around constantly. I don't think it's a coincidence they showed up at the supermarket and hospital so fast. No way they found out so quickly unless someone was already following us.

Winter: Or Paris tipped them off. She did give those pictures of you and Madison to them, I wouldn’t put it past her to want an audience for her little….performance.

Winter wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Peyton: I want to believe there isn't a sim alive who would have known this was going to happen, and didn't try and stop it, even if they are paparazzi looking for a story.

Kason: I wouldn't be so sure.

Peyton pushed the conversation along.

Peyton: let’s leave that miserable scenario right where it is. What about the reports you made at work and the fire? Those reports have to be on file and your boss fired her because he thinks she was the cause of the fire. That has to be useful for something.

Kason: He actually agreed to release her because she attacked a new IT team member in the break room. The fire started while I was wrapping up the conversation about terminating her.

Winter: Have you spoken to him? What are his thoughts on the fire?

Kason: I have. He’s almost as convinced as I am that she started the fire, but he won’t do anything until we have that camera footage. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want more bad blood between himself and Mr.Amyot, which is why he isn’t handling this more aggressively.

Kiersten’s soft voice cut in.

Kiersten: Can we just wait for M and the kids, please? I-I can’t talk about this anymore.

The silence that followed her plea was deafening. Just three days earlier her husband had been in that exact fire. Today, he was two floors above them, recovering in one of Brindelton General's many hospital beds.

Kason: Sure Kiersten. Sorry.

Peyton and Winter took that as their queue to end the conversation. Kason and Kiersten took a seat on the bench, while Peyton and Winter took up a position a short distance away, comforting each other quietly. Kiersten shivered from the fridge hospital air, she stared at the floor with sad eyes.

Kiersten: Stop apologizing. It's just…hard talking about people you care about being hurt, and for what; because of one person's jealousy? We shouldn't need to have this conversation. It’s just all wrong.

Kason: Believe me, I know what you're feeling. Rufus has quickly become one of my best friends. I hate that I couldn't do more for him.

Kiersten: When I said people I care about, that includes you. I know I haven't behaved like a good friend lately and it would be easy to blame it on hormones, but that wouldn’t be unfair. I was upset, confused, and scared and took it out on you. I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that. You are Rufus's best friend. You and M have become very dear to me and the kids. I would never want to lose that kind of friendship.

Kason: Now look who’s apologizing too much? Honestly, I'm just glad you don't hate me. It's one burden lifted, a heavy one mind you. We'll get through this together Kiersten. I promise Paris won’t win and we won’t let her take anything more from us.

Kiersten reached over and placed her hand over Kason's, she looked over at him and smiled.

Kiersten: I trust you.

The moment was interrupted when they heard Mercurys' name being called.

Doctor: Family of Mercury Gratz?

Everyone scrambled forward, tripping over themselves and each other to reach the approaching gentlemen. The doctor stumbled back in surprise, smiling warmly at the concerned faces that stared back at him.

Doctor: I'm pleased to share, that Mercury did very well. They are getting her cleaned up and moved into a private recovery room. I do want to inform you, that we are keeping her in a medically induced coma to reduce the risk of her rebreaking her ribs or tearing the repaired lung. She is suffering from a concussion but her brain activity is normal. The surgeon was able to relieve the slight pressure from the blow to her head. We anticipate she'll make a full recovery.

Their relief was audible as they released the breath they'd been simultaneously holding, while smiles broke out across their faces.

Kason: Thank you, doctor.

Winter: Will we be able to see her tonight?

Doctor: Yes. As soon as she is set up in her recovery room, you may visit with her.

Winter's wings flapped involuntarily giving away her excitement. The Doctor smiled at the small gesture.

Doctor: I can see you’re all eager. Let me see what I can do to expedite the process. Excuse me.

The moment he was gone Kason broke down into a sob. Peyton, Winter, and Kiersten surrounded him. Their own eyes filled with unshed tears.

Peyton: She's going to be okay. They're all going to be okay.

Winter: It's okay Kason. Your okay.

Kiersten:

Through his sobs only a single letter was coherent, He repeated it again and again.

Kason: M….M

No one said another word. They stood silently, surrounding him as he cried, trying to shed some of the guilt, fear, and sorrow he’d managed to build up in the past 5 hours. When his sobs quieted to mere sniffles and shoulder shakes, Kiersten handed him a handkerchief. He excused himself to find a men’s room and get cleaned up.

20 minutes later the doctor returned, and his news was only second best to him announcing Mercury had survived.

Doctor: Room 265. She is all yours family.

As the doctor excused himself, the group looked at each other, their excitement peeled away to expose the nerves. Aside from Kason, none of them knew what to expect. For a while no one spoke, so Kason took charge.

Kason: I’m going to check in with the kids and let Spirit and Beckett know M’s out of surgery and what room. Who wanted to see her first or do you all want to go together?

Kiersten took a step back, shaking her head.

Kiersten: I’m sorry, I’m not ready to see her like this yet. I should get home to the boys.

Kason: I understand. Do you want company? I have to take the triplets home at some point.

She declined again.

Kiersten: Thank you, but I just need some time alone. Besides, you should be here.

Kason: Thank you for being here Kiersten. It means a lot to M and it means a lot to me. I’ll call you a cab. Text us when you’re home.

Kason called Kiersten a ride and walked her down to ensure she was okay. Once she was gone he went to find Spirit and the kids. Meanwhile, Winter and Peyton decided to visit with M separately. Winter entered, quickly realizing she couldn't handle being in the room alone, and called for Peyton who was waiting in the hall. He joined her, shocked by the sight of M, but he did his best to hide his discomfort for Winter’s sake. She and Winter were like sisters but Peyton and M had quickly become bestfriends early in her tenancy in San Myshuno. When they couldn't bear to see her like that any longer they exited in a hurry and Spirit somberly took their place.

She quietly took out a copy of "Court of the Slumbering Fae" as she gazed at her daughter. She took a seat on the blue loveseat and began reading. When she finished the first chapter, she earmarked the page and closed the book placing it on the sofa.

Spirit: I will be back soon little planet.

She whispered as she headed for the door. She stole one last glance before stepping out into the hall. Kason was there, helping the triplets put on their outerwear.

Kason: Put your earmuffs on Dite, it's cold out.

Spirit: Everything okay out here?

Kason walked over leaving the kids to finish dressing and talking amongst themselves. Kason sighed, exhausted from the day.

Kason: They want to see her, but I think they should wait till tomorrow. It's late and they've been through so much. They need to eat, bathe, and get some rest. I can bring them back in the morning to see her.

Spirit: That makes sense, but I will take them home. You need to be here with M. Have you seen Beckett?

Kason: He left right after they discharged the triplets. He said he would come back and see M tomorrow.

Spirit nodded in understanding.

Spirit: Shooting star incoming.

She tried to warn him, but before Kason could turn he heard Ishtar's voice

Ishtar: Dad, are we going to see Mommy tonight?

Kason looked at Spirit for help but she just smiled and raised her eyebrows.

Kason: Not tonight buddy. Nana is going to take you guys home so you can have a nice hot meal, a warm bath, and sleep in your bed.

Ishtar: Okay, but you have to stay here with Mommy so she's not all alone.

Kason kissed Ishtar's cheek.

Kason: Of course I will. I won't leave her side for a minute. Not even to potty.

Ishtar laughed, as Kason called the girls over to tell them they were going home. Spirit waited patiently as he said his goodbyes. Kason did his best to seem in high spirits. It seemed to work for Ishtar and Aphrodite who joined in Kasons antics, but Venus remained docile. He gave the girls hugs before the car arrived. Just before Spirit left she stopped to hug Kason.

Spirit: You did well Hilang Bulan. Jorden would be proud of you. Our solar system is still whole. Do us all a favor and try and get a little rest tonight.

Kason smiled at the high praise. He hadn't heard that name since M was pregnant with Zohreh. He hugged her a little tighter, moved by her words.

Kason: Thank you Spirit. I will.

He walked them out, then returned to M's room alone.

Kason: Hello gorgeous. Even after all that you are still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

He removed his coat and set it down on the chair. He picked up the book Spirit had left behind. He sat in the chair nearest M and opened the marked page.

Kason: Let's see where you left off.

He began reading from chapter two. He read until he felt the book slipping from his hands. Instead of pulling out the fancy Murphy bed, Kason curled up on the sofa and watched M until he fell asleep.

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[mikareo]

⌗ SEASONS OF LOVE ₊ ˖ ་. a 呪術廻戦 miniseries

“ ࣭⸰ ★ SERIAL ROMANTIC ; gojo satoru x fem reader ⠀ ꒰ . . episode one ! ꒱ . . . word count; 1.2k ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᯇ remember when we first met?

⊹ ⠀⠀ you might possibly be the least helpful person in the world when it comes to making a hinge profile...gojo can attest to that.

contains; gojo satoru x fem reader, university (year 2) au, fluff, gojo's a dick, swearing, best friends to lovers, love triangle

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"y'know, i'd appreciate it if you could help at least a little bit."

gojo can feel your hard glare targeting him, piercing into his skull like a red laser beam, yet still chooses to ignore you. he doesn't understand why you can't just finish unpacking later. you're kind of being a buzzkill. yes, he'd be a better friend if he continued to help you unpack your boxes and organize your cluttered dormitory; but he's got more important things to do. things that require his complete and utmost attention. things that are life or death on a college campus. things that will make or break his entire young adult experience...

...things like finishing his hinge profile!

"i promise— wait no. i pinky promise i'll put all of your shit away later, just tell me which photos to pick for this prompt, i'm stuck." he's begging and pleading for you to focus on him, which isn't unusual when dealing with a narcissist such as himself. c'mon. c'mon. gojo knows exactly how to win you over. it really isn't that hard. all he has to do is beg and whine a little, give you some puppy dog eyes, and you'll do whatever he says! there's no way he's actually going to put all of your clothes away; that'll take like...forever.

with an eye roll in response to the cheer of joy gojo lets out, you set your boxes to the side and lay beside him on the carpet. he can feel your nose tickling his neck as you lean close to see his screen, and he wonders why his heart skips a beat. eh, it's probably nothing.

"this is so dumb, satoru." you point to his screen, your finger directed at his favorite prompt so far.

don't hate me if i: have blue eyes

"okay, wait!" he flicks your forehead, laughing as you pout, and clicks on the 'add image' prompt. "it's like a thing now! girls hate guys with baby blues like mine!" being handsome is so hard nowadays.

if he asked anyone at jujutsu university who the biggest player on campus is, they'd name him off without blinking twice. while only being a freshman last year, gojo managed to become a household (or a dorm-hold?) name that'll be talked about for years after he graduates. there may be a possibility he's either flirted or made out with every girl in his graduating class, not including you, all in one school year. without the use of dating apps, he went on a total of eighty-seven first dates from august to june; albiet seeing a few girls more than a few times for some special alone time, if you get what he means; and he had the absolute time of his life and needs to recreate that thrill again.

"you don't need an app to get girls, you get plenty already."

ugh why do you always have to rain on his parade?

"obviously i don't need an app, but it's way more fun this way." he argues, "imagine if i hit a hundred first dates before may. i'd break last year's record."

"and why are you getting so butt-hurt about my dating life?" he's treading into dangerous territory. the two of you never talk about your romantic experiences, considering you never want to talk about them with him. "it's not my fault you had a total of...hm what was it? zero dates last year?"

"just find a fucking photo and get this over with."

yeah, your love life is off limits...

a chuckle rumbles from his throat as gojo continues scrolling through his camera roll, searching for a photo that screams 'boyfriend material'...or to be more specific 'one night stand material'. while he's searching for a photo that'll make girls want to sleep with him, he doesn't notice that his brightest smiles only appear in the photos with you. then again, he never notices you; and if he ever did, it's unlikely he'd date you anyways. you're his best friend. he doesn't want to ruin that. he can't ruin that, because then he'd have to imagine a life without you in it.

a particular picture stands out from the rest, and you choose to point it out. it's the two of you in your high school uniforms, standing side-by-side beneath the cherry blossoms after your third year graduation ceremony. his hair is slightly shorter and his height hadn't reached its full potential yet, but you look absolutely adorable— almost like a kitten that he's protecting from the no-good boys of the world (technically he belongs in that category, but that's besides the point).

"do you remember when we first met?" a soft hum is murmured in his ear and gojo finds the sound quite comforting.

he thinks for a moment, completely blanking as the memory escaped his mind, and takes a random guess. "middle school? english class?"

the look of disappointment on your face immediately tells him he's wrong.

"look it was a really long time ago, i know that at least." no amount of excuses will make up for his awful recollection, but he tries nonetheless. gojo satoru is a shitty friend. that's just how it is. you both know it and he tries his best to be better for you, however, he can't help the way he is. some boys are born to be boys. "i'm trying my best—"

"it's alright, just stop."

you're so upset.

"there are more important things to remember, really it's fine."

why are you so upset?

"i'm sorry," he mumbles. this feeling of guilt isn't familiar to gojo and he can't help but hate it. "i'll try to remember."

what is it that you were trying to reminisce about? he wants to know but he shouldn't pry any more, you're clearly done with the conversation and want to move on with a concentrated thinking face gracing your features. you look pretty. woah. you look really pretty. he's never thought that before. why hasn't he noticed before? suddenly, the thought of however many hinge girls want him isn't very appealing and he just wants to make you smile again. you're so pretty when you smile. his heart is beating ten times faster than usual and he's urging it to calm down, but it won't.

...maybe that's a good thing, though.

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[cosmicanamnesis]

little self-indulgent fic that I'm posting without proofreading, enjoy

steddie, modern AU, idiots to lovers | read on ao3

"It's not a big deal!"

Eddie's crush on Steve was a secret both short-lived and ill-kept. His first mistake was telling the band. Well, no, his first mistake was forgetting that Gareth and Will were dating and that Gareth had the physical inability to keep his fucking mouth shut. But Eddie telling his closest, most trusted friends about the guy he liked was definitely Up There on the list of mistakes.

Which was how Eddie found himself mildly hungover drinking black coffee in his living room while Dustin paced up and down the length of the trailer, berating him for not confessing his doomed love to his alleged "favorite child" sooner.

"HOW is it not a big deal, Eddie?" Dustin said, just a few notches too loud for Eddie's looming headache.

"Because it's not! He doesn't like me! He's never gonna like me! I'm an adult, dude, I have critical thinking skills. I know how to pick my battles."

"It's not- Eddie," Dustin suddenly went stone faced. "It's not about your chances with him. You're moving in with him. He deserves to know."

Oh yeah. There was that. Robin was starting college and there was no way she wasn't taking her Emotional Support Pretty Boy with her. The only place they could find was a 2-bed just slightly out of their budget, and had asked Eddie if he wanted to join them, finally striking out on their own in the city. The agreement was that Steve and Robin would share the bigger bedroom, and Eddie would get the smaller room to himself. Their move-in date was less than a week out when Eddie made his inebriated love confession at his quote-unquote Going-Away-Party.

"It's not about what he deserves, man!" Eddie said, sinking back into the couch. He rubbed his eyes hard to try and relieve some of the pressure building in his head and sighed. "If I don't say anything to him, nothing changes. If I tell him, everything changes!"

"Oh, please. Steve's an adult too, dude, if we tell him you like him but you're well aware that he doesn't like you, he won't make it weird!"

"Wait wait wait, hold up. Rewind. We? Who is we?"

"You and me!" The boys stared at each other in bewilderment for a moment. "Oh come on, Eddie, we both know that if I don't sit here and watch you do it, you're just gonna lie and say you told him when you actually just hid under a blanket listening to Metallica and wishing you had the balls to-"

"OKAY!" Eddie yelled, loud enough for the very shock of his volume to trigger his headache in full force. "Jesus H., kid, you don't need to call me out like that. Fuck. Fine. I'll do it right now, how about that?"

Eddie pulled his phone out and Dustin dropped down hard on the couch next to him, arms already crossed, smug satisfaction already settled on his face.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Dustin scoffed. "Here's what you should say-"

Eddie held up a hand to cut him off. "I'm not listening to you anymore. You had one long distance girlfriend ONCE, you're not some kind of Cassanova here… oh, son of a bitch."

"Son of a bitch what?" Dustin asked, scooting closer to read over Eddie's shoulder.

"I can't do this right now… The last thing I sent him was asking his opinion on the D&D movie and he hasn't responded yet."

"What the absolute fuck does that have to do with any of this?"

"Well I can't be like hey what's your opinion on this movie you know I love because I'm the one who told you to watch it, also I'm in love with you but it's no big deal. Like, what the fuck is that?"

"Oh… Yeah, you have a point." Dustin shifted back away from Eddie, covering his mouth with one hand in concentration.

"I mean… It can wait-"

"It can, but it shouldn't, dude! Shit… I mean, I could tell him, if you want."

Dustin had expected an outright "no" and was shocked when Eddie paused, apparently seriously considering the option.

"Actually… Yeah, could you?"

"Sure, but I'm not letting you see what I say until after I send it."

"You drive a hard bargain…" Eddie said, drumming his fingers on his knee. "Fine. Go for it."

Eddie stood and grabbed his coffee off the table, wandering slowly towards the kitchen, both to find some ibuprofen and to quell his temptation to watch Dustin quickly type a message to Steve.

"Okay. Sent. Now you can look," Dustin announced, beckoning Eddie back over as he downed the medicine. Eddie felt like he'd never moved so fast in his life. The message read,

Eddie wants you to know, before you move in together, he has a crush on you. he won't make it weird if you dont

As Eddie read, the three dots that meant Steve was typing popped up. Suddenly Eddie regretted ever agreeing to this, and pushed Dustin's hand and phone away so he wouldn't have to see Steve's rejection first-hand.

"He responded… Do you wanna know what he said?" Dustin said. Eddie was leaning hard against the armrest of the couch, staring into nothing, imagination running wild.

"Yeah, hit me," he said.

"Oh, alright. Thank you for telling me," Dustin read. "I don't feel the same way about him. I assume you talked to him about telling me."

"So he gets back to you right away but he won't tell me- oh. Never mind. He just responded to my text." Eddie was doing his best to not feel completely devastated by Steve's frankly predictable response to Dustin's text.

"So… What did he think of the movie?"

—

"Uh… Rob?"

"Yeah?"

"Um… Come here and… Just read this."

Steve and Robin were taking a break from packing up Steve's childhood bedroom in preparation for the move when Dustin's text came through. She quickly chugged the last of her soda and came around to Steve's side to see what he was seeing.

"Oh," she said, not bothering to conceal her surprise. "I mean… We knew this was a possibility."

"Yeah, I guess, but… What do I say? I don't like him like that."

"Then say you don't like him like that, dingus. He's probably breathing down Dustin's neck right now waiting to see what you say."

"Yeah, you're probably right…" Steve said. He typed and backspaced and typed something else until Robin got sick of watching and grabbed the phone out of his hand to answer Dustin's text for him.

"Just trust me!" Robin said, actively walking away from Steve as he sputtered indignances, chasing after her halfheartedly. As soon as she sent the text, she turned and shoved the phone roughly back to Steve's chest.

"Oh… Yeah, okay, that makes more sense than anything I was trying to say…" Steve conceded, reading the text Robin sent on his behalf.

—

Steve, Robin, and Eddie saw each other next when they were loading up the U-Haul. No one said anything, and Steve tried as hard as he could to act like nothing was different. It put Eddie's mind at ease while simultaneously driving Robin nuts.

Since Dustin sent the secondhand confession, the only thing Steve had on his mind was Eddie, and how he definitely didn't reciprocate Eddie's feelings, how he was definitely bisexual but Eddie… Eddie wasn't his type. He was pretty, sure, but he was so… Himself. He was loud and unapologetic and into things Steve had never even heard of. They had nothing in common besides their love for the kids.

But Robin saw it coming a mile away.

"It" finally came to fruition a month after they had all moved in together.

It turned out, Steve and Eddie were practically the same person. Same sense of humor, same taste in TV, they even took their coffee the same way. They really only differed in their music tastes, fashion, and theater snack preferences. 

Robin got the text in the middle of her French class.

shmuck: i think i have a crush on eddie

bobbin: FINALLY. please just kiss him and put me out of my misery

Steve came out of the kitchen, bag of chips in hand, to see Eddie just as he'd left him: cross-legged on the couch, demolishing a bag of Sour Patch Kids to the tune of the Criminal Minds theme music. He tucked his phone into his back pocket and rejoined his maybe-crush to watch trash TV until Robin came home.

He didn't know why he was so nervous. He knew Eddie liked him. There wasn't a chase here, he didn't have to flirt or try to win Eddie over… He just had to say yes and Eddie was his. It was different from any other relationship he'd ever been in. Maybe that was why it was so scary. Because it was new.

They watched the episode and bantered back and forth about it, same as always. But before the next episode could start, Steve hit pause.

"Bathroom break?" Eddie asked, hugging a throw pillow to his chest.

"No, uh…" Steve started, unable to even look Eddie in the face. "No… Can I… Can I kiss you?"

Eddie didn't answer right away, which finally inspired Steve to really look at him. His expression was completely unreadable.

"Uh… Yeah, I mean. Yes, absolutely. Um. But what happened to you don't like me like that?" It was such an Eddie response, Steve could almost laugh.

"I, um… I guess I spoke too soon," Steve laughed, trying to be cool and suave and everything else people thought he was in high school. Eddie brought the pillow up to hide his expression.

"Really?" he asked, muffled behind the pillow so that Steve almost couldn't hear him.

"Yeah, really. Just… Since you told me-"

"Dustin told you," Eddie corrected.

"Whatever… I dunno, I guess it put the idea in my head and now… I haven't been able to stop thinking about it… About you- what?"

Eddie was giggling quietly behind the throw pillow, gently rocking himself back and forth as Steve talked. 

"Nothing," Eddie mumbled into the pillow. "Go on."

"You're such a pain in the ass, y'know that?" Steve laughed again. "Can I kiss you or not?"

Eddie slowly moved the pillow away from his face to set it aside, revealing himself to be smiling like an idiot as he turned slightly to face Steve better.

"You understand I've been uselessly pining after you for like, two months now, right? Please kiss me, oh my god."

—

Dustin's phone lit up with a Snapchat notification; a message from Eddie to the D&D group chat. He expected a meme, or for Eddie to ask Jeff for a ride somewhere because his van broke down again.

Instead, it was a picture of Eddie looking smug, leaning against Steve's chest. Steve, apparently unaware he was having his picture taken, had his fingers tangled up in Eddie's curls. The text overlay simply read "hey guys guess what."

The first reply came from Gareth, a picture of him leaning against Will in the exact same position as Eddie was with Steve. "Gross," it said.

Dustin rolled his eyes. Eddie was about to get so much more insufferable.

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Wasn’t Fated To Succeed

{Spy Ace X Marine Reader}

(I thought of this idea from a manga side story where Ace breaks into a Marine headquarters and fucks around n thought “hey, I can make sum angst with this shit🤷🏻‍♀️” so tehe like look at him!!

He’s such a silly goofy guy I love this mf so much!! Anyway-

Warnings⚠️: Angst, very sad angst, smut, p in v, virginity loss, use of nicknames "princess" "sweetheart" "good girl" ect, fingering, groping, very very slow burn, like this might take a while to read, death, daddy isn’t the best lol

It didn’t take long for him to notice her.

Who?

That young woman maybe a year or two younger than him, sitting at the large table, leaning comfortably in her chair with her arms and legs crossed with an annoyed and tired scowl on her face. Whist on his infiltration mission, Ace got dragged into a Marine meeting. He was more in the back, hiding himself to stay unnoticed while listening in.

Something about her was trying to telling him something he couldn’t hear, and he was trying desperately to make out what it was. To be fair he had been listening to everything, making as many mental notes as possible.

“What about that Straw Hat kid?!”. His ears perked up. “That punk has caused enough trouble as is!”. A loud disgusted “uhg” echoes through the room, drawing all eyes to that girl. She’s wearing a white low cut sailor dress with a beautiful pink flower in her hair. “Is there something you’d like to say?”. She gets asked, the man talking in an angry tone. “First of all I don’t quite appreciate that tone of yours when talking to me”. She starts, her eyes like daggers.

Ace felt a shiver run down his spine, her cold tone freezing the temperature of the whole room. “And second I don’t think that child should be a problem of ours”. She leans forward in her seat, propping her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her laces together fingers. “He is a child, gentlemen. Us marines should be adult enough to not get too affected by him”. She finishes. “But miss! Haven’t you heard all the trouble he’s started! Lougetown! Alabasta! Water 7!?”. A man yells.

The girl rolls her eyes dramatically at his words. “Please, I quite frankly think we have much higher risks and problems than him! And even if we did follow through with his antics and arrest him, what exactly do we do? There’s no laws regarding child pirates so what? Do we execute a child? Just like how if a grown ass man committed theft we just give him a smack on the ass like a child who stole a cookie from grandmas kitchen?”. She questions.

The room goes silent, no one knowing how to respond or even daring to respond. Something switched in Aces mind, something that felt weird and funny and new. Seeing such a ice cold girl with a burning fire of true justice set his heart ablaze. She wasn’t wrong, there aren’t any laws about punishment for pirates under the age of 18. He couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle.

The girl stands up from her seat, resting her hand on her hip. “Now, personally I think we have more important things to deal with at the moment! Send a team out on a patrol of the city and see if there are actual problems we should take care of, report them back to me by the end of the day”. She explains as she starts to make her way to the door. “And if I find out that there’s been an incident that hasn’t been reported to me I’ll make sure to serve you at the next hot pot in the hot pot”. She threatens, then exits the room.

The room bursts into whispers and murmurs. The room started to clear out, the meeting ending basic after the girl had left. As Ace starts to make his way out, he hears whispers about her. “I don’t get why she’s here”. “Bitch really think she’s the boss of us”. “Hey! Don’t say that!”. “Why? Scared her daddy will kill you?”. “Yes!”. So her dad has a lot of power in the Marines then. Interesting.

The room had emptied, the halls slowly emptying with people heading off to their jobs. With not real job, Ace scrambles down the hall and walks into a random room. He sighs as he closes the door, the click of a sword being unsheathed makes him freeze. ‘Oh fuck’. He slowly turns around, seeing the girl from before standing behind her desk holding her swords handle in her dominant hand ready to pull out. “You’re not supposed to be in here”. She tells him. “Why are you here? And what’s your rank?”. She asks him.

He straightens up and chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “I just wanted to say that what you said back there was cool! A real sense of justice, I’ve never seen something like that from a marine”. He admits to her. “I see”. She mutters. She clicks her sword back into place and makes her way over to the little kitchen in the office, opening a cupboard. “Care for a coffee?”. She asks without looking at him. “No thanks, not a fan of bitter stuff”. He answers.

She nods. “Very well”. She only takes out one mug. “Tell me, are you new to the marines? With your wording ‘I’ve never seen something like that from a marine’ implies that you haven’t seen a lot of marines talk or any meetings”. She explains as she puts coffee grounds and sugar in her mug. “Yep! I haven’t been here too long!”. He answers. Technically he’s not wrong. “Tell me then, how are you finding the marines?”. She asks. “Definitely not annoying and sick of people telling me what to do”. He explains in a chuckle.

She lets out a small chuckle as she fills her mug with milk. “I can’t imagine having to listen to marine would be easy for someone like you”. She states as she stirs the milk. “Especially for someone like you, Fire Fist Ace”. She adds. Aces eyes widen, but he gets back his cool demeanour and tilts his marine cap up as if it’s his classic hat, his finger alit. “Guess it was only a matter of time before someone figured me out”. He chuckles.

She lets out a chuckle again, walking over to the kettle. “It only took me a second. Unlike my colleagues I’m good with faces. As soon as you walked in I was able to recognise your face”. She explains as she fills up the kettle with water and set it on the stove. “However I do not wish to report you or arrest you”. She adds. She tries to turn the stove on, but it’s refuses to turn on.

She lets out an annoyed sigh, turning back to the pirate. “Mind giving me a hand?”. She asks, her voice in a more softer tone. “Uh…sure!”. He agrees happily, walking over to her. He places his hand on the kettle and sets his hand on fire, the kettle slowly starting to boil. “So…how come you’re not gonna report or arrest me?”. He asks her. “Because I hate the marines”. She blatantly states.

The kettle quickly starts to whistle causing Ace to move his hand away, the girl grabbing the kettle by the handle and filling up her mug. “I’ve always hated the marines”. She walks towards her desk, taking a seat. She gestures him to take a seat in the chair across from her, which he does. “Ever since a young age we’re all taught the black and white of marines good and pirates bad, however those with a brain can tell you that it’s mixed. I’m only young but I’ve seen good pirates and bad marines”. She explains.

She leans back in her seat and takes a sip of her drink. “For example…That Straw Hat Luffy”. Aces eyes widened. “I had been keeping an eye of what’s been happening in Alabasta for a few months now but because of our affiliations with Sir Crocodile the marines never did a thing. I felt terrible, for the king, Princess Vivi, and their people! I honestly thought that Sir Crocodile was going to distort that poor country, until I heard that Straw Hat arrived and was able to take care of it. I’m honestly surprised someone just a year younger than me was able to take him down, colour me impressed”. She explains.

Ace let’s out a chuckle as he leans back in his chair, arms propped behind his head. “That’s my little brother for ya! He’s full of surprises!”. He laughs loudly. “You’re joking! You and Straw Hat are brothers?!”. She yells out in shock, almost dropping her cup. “Nope, Luffy’s my baby brother”. He confirms. “Hm, you learn something new everyday I guess”. She mutters. “So if you hate marines so much, why become one?”. Ace asks her. “Because like hell I’d let the corrupted marines stay in power and continue to ruin the world government. I’m just waiting for the day the head admirals kick the bucket and I’ll take over! With them gone, I’ll finally be able to fix this twisted government up”. She explains to him.

“Now it’s my turn to ask a question”. She sets her coffee mug down on the table, crossing her legs and setting her hands down on her knee. “Why are you here?”. She asks. “Simple! I’m here to gather information, is there anything else to it?”. He responds. “Well if that’s the case”. She takes a key out her pocket, opening a filing draw at her desk. She grabs a note pad and a pen, sliding it over to Ace. “What would you like to know?”. She asks him with a growing smirk, Ace smirking and chuckling in response as he takes the note pad. “Whatever you know”.

~

Ace had been around the marine base for over a week now, working as a small team with a very powerful woman in the marine world. (Y/n). That’s the name she told him, he trusts that it’s her real name and not a name she’s giving him just to play with him. They where a team of people from two worlds. Ace had thought she would have outed him by now, but instead she’d always vouch for him if he was ever in trouble and let him sleep in her office. In his eyes she’s truely an amazing person.

~

The room was quiet, the faint light of a candle lighting up the desk enough for the woman to work. She lets out a sigh as she finishes reading the last of the reports, crossing her arms and laying them on the desk to use them as a pillow. The door to her office opens without a knock, she knows who it is. “Hey hey! There’s my favourite marine!”. She giggles to herself and she looks up, seeing Ace closing the door behind himself. “Evening Ace, how was your day?”. She ask him in a soft tired tone. “Ah ya know! Pretty good! Almost got my ass beat today but I in fact was the one who did the beating!”. He says proudly as he walks over and takes a seat across from her.

“I wouldn’t recommend drawing too much attention to yourself”. She says as she look up at him. “I’ll be fine! I have you!”. He responds. She smiles to herself, tilting her head. “I can only do so much you know, have you forgotten the kind of number that’s on your head?”. She tells him, then letting out a yawn. “Hm? You okay?”. He asks her. “Yes yes, just tired from work is all”. She explains. “You want me to leave and let you rest?”. He asks her, concern in his voice. “No no no, it’s good that you’re here. It’s better when you’re here, I feel like I don’t have a stick up my ass”. She explains to him, laying her head back down.

“Aawww, you chill out around me! Aren’t you cuuuuuute”. He coos at her, heat rising to his face. “I mean you’re not a marine, I don’t have to try to impress you”. She admits in a soft tone, looking back up at Ace for him to see her reddening cheeks. “I wish you never have to leave”. She adds, smiling up at him. “It has been fun, but if I stay here any longer it might start to cause you trouble”. He adds to her statement.

“Hey, how about tonight we drink? To a better future!”. He suggests to her. She hums, smiling at the idea. “That sounds quite nice, I approve”. She agrees. “Actually-“. She gets up from her chair, walking over to the fridge and taking out a bottle of fancy expensive alcohol. “I’ve had this since my 18th birthday and I thought now would be a good time to use it”. She explains, grabbing two glass cups. “Wow! Pulling out that good stuff! Very nice very nice”. He responds, his hand on his chin as he rubs it.

“Only the best…for me!”. (Y/n) says happily as she grabs glasses, shrugging. She walks back over to her desk, popping open the bottle and pouring the liquid into the glasses. She takes a seat, the two taking a glass each. “Well, even with this funny predicament…I’ve enjoyed our time together”. (Y/n) admits, swirling the drink then taking a sip. “Why not come with me?”. Ace suddenly asks. (Y/n) looks at him wide eyed. “What?”. She asks simply. “Leave the marines, come join the White Beard Pirates with me! The old man would love ya, take ya in as if you where his own daughter”. He explains to her.

She continues to look at him in shock, then turning to look away from him. “Ace I-… I can’t just leave the marines! It’s all I know, it’s what I’ve grown up with. Besides, if I left the marines to become a pirate my father would for sure kill me”. She explains, the thought of death sending a shiver down her spine. “By the way, who is your father?”. He asks. “He’s a…an Admiral”. She answers, refusing to look at him. “Damn! No wonder everyone is so shit scared of you!”. Ace yelps, almost spitting out his drink.

“Hey! Don’t spit that out! It’s expensive!”. (Y/n) snapped at him. “You never told me that your dad was a fucking Admiral!”. He snaps back. (Y/n) scoffs and rolls her eyes. “It doesn’t matter anyway. You wouldn’t know what it’s like to have a father like that, especially a father that kills the innocent despite being a “man of justice”, yeah justice my ass”. She mutters, chugging the rest of the drink. “I’m guessing you don’t know my father then”. Ace chuckles. “Hey, I have a lot of people to do background checks on and to keep track of!”. She defends. Ace let’s out another chuckle, chugging down the rest of his drink. “Ever heard of Gol. D. Roger?”. He asks. “Okay now you’re fucking with me! No way your father is the King of Pirates like 20 years ago!”. She snaps. “Yeah…”. He mutters out. (Y/n) leans over and refills both of their glasses up.

“So tell me lil Roger Jr. What do you think about him?”. She asks, taking a sip of her refilled drink. “I don’t really care, I don’t see him as my father anyway! White Beard is my father and always will be”. He answers. (Y/n) smiles softly as she looks at the older man. “That’s cute”. She admits. “What about you? What do you think about your old man?”. He then asks her. “Ah. I don’t know, he treats me like his own personal army toy. He raised me to be a marine and I never really got to have a life. No friends, no other family, no hobbies, no nothing to me! I never wanted to be a marine or even a pirate, I’d rather just be a normal girl”. She goes on. She sees Ace looking at her with a soft smile, causing her to take another sip of her drink to hide her plush.

“I didn’t mean to go on”. She apologises. “No no no, it’s fine”. Ace reassures her. “I just…never really had the chance to talk to anyone like that”. She hums. “Oh Ace, you have no idea how badly I wish I could go with you. Travel the world, find who I am as a person, meet people of all different…well…everything!”. She rants. “But…I’m stuck here”. She chugs her drink again, quick to fill it up again. “Come on kid, you’re drinking a little too much”. Ace states, getting up from his chair and walks over to take her drink from her. “I’m not a kid! Don’t you dare call me that!”. She snaps, quickly chugging the drink before it can be taken away.

“Maybe we should get you to bed”. Ace says, taking the glass from her and placing it on her desk. “I’m fine, okay? I don’t need you to baby me like everyone else!”. She snaps, looking up at him. He chuckles down at her, amused by her cranky face. He reaches and grabs her chin with his thumb and pointer finger. Without thinking, he leans down and presses his lips against hers. Regret immediately flows through him, but it instantly vanishes when he feels her hands on his cheeks to pull him closer.

He could taste the alcohol on her lips, tasting it more when she opens her mouth to let him slide his tongue in. He pulls away from her, looking down at her to see her big pleading begging eyes and kiss puffy lips. “For a marine you’re absolutely beautiful”. He whispers just loud enough for her to hear. “For a pirate you’re incredibly handsome”. She whispers back loudly. This time, she leans up and kisses him. She pulls him closer by wrapping her arms around his neck, Ace leaning over and easily picking her up to wrap her legs around his waist.

He sits down in her chair, letting the younger girl sit on his lap. She pulls away from Ace, the two panting of the lack of air. Fire, want, and need builds up in their bodies, (Y/n) slowly starting to grind herself over Aces growing length. He chuckles at her neediness, rubbing her hips up and down. “Never in my life would I ever think I’d see a marine be so needy for a pirate”. He chuckles as his hands travel to her thighs and going over her dress.

He uses one hand to move her panties aside and the other running a finger through her wet folds. “Ah! Ace~”. She moans out, grinding against his hand. “Jeez you’re so wet already, it makes me want to take you here and now”. He teases. “Then why don’t you?”. She asks in a giggle, running her hand down his chest to his hardened bulge and rubbing it through his pants. Ace hisses at her actions, causing (Y/n) to giggle as she leans in close to his ear. “Although I’d rather be the one to take you~”. She whispers into his ear, then kissing his ear lobe.

“God!”. Ace let’s out in a loud groan. He grabs her chin again with his spare hand and grabs her chin, pulling her in closer. (Y/n) moans into the kiss, letting out a cry of pleasure as she feels him slide two finger inside her warm wet entrance. She pulls away and whimpers at the new slightly painful feeling, her legs shaking as he slowly drags his fingers in and out. “I just realized…you’re a virgin”. Ace states. “Oh shut up”. She gasps, slamming her lips back on his. Ace picks up the speed of his fingers, using his thumb to rub against her clit.

He pulls away from the kiss, moving his hand from her chin to the low cut neck of her dress. He smirks as he pulls the dress neck down, her boobs sliding out from the motion. He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t at least wanna cop one feel of her tits while here. He aggressively grabs her breast and squeezes it, pulling and pinching on the nipple. “A-! Aaaaaace~ please!”. She cries out, needing something more. “Pleeeeease let me feel you inside me!”. She begs. Ace smirks as he lets out a single chuckle, pulling his hands away from her as he goes down to his pants. With ease his undoes his belt buckle, belt and zipper, easily being able to hop with her on top for him to slide his pants and boxers down to his ankles.

(Y/n) feels a shiver go down her spine as she looks down at his erection. He’s so long and thick, probably the first time in her life she’s ever felt intimated. “What’s the matter? Scared?”. Ace chuckles, grabbing the base of his cock. “Quiet!”. She snaps. She puts her hands on his shoulders to use to keep herself stable. She lifts herself up and hovers over his cock, feeling his hot leaking tip against her entrance. “Take it slow princess~”. Ace coos her, his hands back on her hips and rubbing them to comfort her.

She sinks down on his cock, feeling his tip slide inside her aching hole. The aching feeling of need grows stronger and stronger, craving him to fill her up. Without thinking she sinks her whole body onto his cock, his tip slamming painful against her cervix. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”. She cries, feeling as if electricity shock through her body. “Sssshhhhhhit! Ah fuck me! Shit you’re tight”. Ace pants out as he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling his cock getting squeezed so tight inside her he could explode inside her already.

He opens his eyes but his vision isn’t the clearest, light headed from the feeling of her insides. He looks at the girl on his lap, seeing her still trying to catch her breath as tears run down her cheeks, a painful grip against his shoulders. He slowly starts to rock her hips, sliding her up and down on his length. Her cries turn onto moans, starting to move her hips on her own. “That’s it, good girl~”. Ace praises, rubbing circles on her hips over her dress.

(Y/n) picks up speed, smoothly bouncing up and down on the pirates cock. Ace happily leans back in the chair, his limit approaching fast at the feeling of her right pussy sucking him in and trying to milk his cock of every single drop of his cum. More. More. He grips her hips tight, getting a tight hold on her and pulling her up and down on him, using her as a toy. A very pretty, very off limits, very hey she’s literally your enemy, toy.

He can’t help but start thrusting his hips up into her as he slams her down, the two meeting half way as Ace oh so desperately tries to chase his fast growing high. He needs to cum. Specifically he needs to cum in this marines perfect tight pussy. A now strong believer in the idea of if he cums in her it’ll make all his dreams come true. Without warning and a hard slam he releases deep inside her, his hot seed filling up her insides. (Y/n) shutters at the feeling of his warmth.

She pants as she tries to get off of him, but Ace slams her back down, drawing a whimper from her when she whimpers. “I don’t think so”. He pants out. He moves his hands under her thighs, swiftly picking her up and laying her on her desk. Ace smirks as he looks down at the marine, seeing her breasts raise up and down with each breath, her pussy still stuffed with his cock as cum starts to leak out the sides. He reaches over and grabs the forgotten bottle of liquor, taking a massive chug of it till the last little remaining drops are gone.

He leans down with each of his hand on either side of her head, her hips trying to move to chase the aching need of release she still hadn’t gotten. “We’ll be here all night until morning, hope you like the shitty coffee they have here cuz you’ll need it”. He tells her as he slowly grabs her ankles and pushes them up to her chest. “A-Ace~”. She whimpers, feeling him so deep inside her he might just be inside her womb. “You’re in for a looooooong night sweetheart~”.

~

The wind was cold, giving a gentle touch every time to touched her face. There’re no clouds in the sky, just a blue ocean above and in front of her. The sound of ringing and feet pattering rush over to the young lady’s sitting spot, some marine in a much lower rank than her running towards her with a transponder snail. “Miss! Your father is calling!”. The man calls. She reaches out and answers it. “Hello father”. She greets him. “Hello (Y/n)”. He responds with his bored gruffed voice. “What is the pleasure I have for you to call me out of the blue?”. She asks. “I wanted to check in that you’ve arrived to the base safely”. He answers. “I’d prefer you’d be here but you made the mistake that lead not to”. He adds. Ah yes, a mistake. A living, growing “mistake”. She runs her free hand over her stomach, only a few month’s pregnant by this point. “I’m sure everything would go smoothly without me, besides I’m not really in the mood to see something like an execution”. She informs him. “Yes, I’m sure”. He agrees. “How long now?”. She asks. “8 hours until that Fire Fist is dead”. He answers.

(Y/n)s grip tightened, her hands shaking. “Mr Akainu! We have to go!”. A voice is heard in the background of the call. “These idiots need me, I’ll be leaving”. And without a goodbye, he hangs up. (Y/n) ends the call on her end, shooing away the marine. She takes a deep breath as she closes her eyes, feeling the soft breeze on her face. She starts to hum a random tune as she rubs her stomach, hot tears falling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, little one. I’m afraid your father won’t get to meet you”. She mutters under her breath. “Oh Ace, I’m sorry that this happened…I hope…I hope somehow that brother of yours saves you so I can see you again…and…and you to meet our little one…”.

~

The winds where fast, the breeze smelling like sea salt as music rode along the winds. “CAPTAIN!”. The crew pause their antics, looking towards the navigator. “MARINES APPROACHING!”. He yells. The Captain shoots to the head of the ship, sitting on the lions head. “Do we attack?”. The cyborg asks, getting ready to ready for an attack. “THEYRE WAVING A WHITE FLAG!”. The sniper informs them. “What do we do captain?”. The swordsman asks. Their captain looks at the oncoming ship, laughing. “This could be fun!”. He laughs.

The ship slowly gets closer, the two ships setting down their anchors. The pirates watch as the marines look over their ship to look at them. A young woman walks up to the side, a high ranking woman. Without a second thought she jumps down, easily landing on the ship. The woman is wrapped in a long white cloak, maintaining eye contact with their captain. “You’re Straw Hat Luffy, correct?”. She asks him. “Yeah? So what?”. He asks her. “There’s something I’d like to discuss, is there somewhere more private for us to talk?”. She asks. “Don’t worry, if you’re questioning my intentions your crew mates are free to join which I think you’d rather”. She adds. “Yeah sure, we can talk in the kitchen”. He answers.

He leads her to the kitchen and dining room of the ship, the crew following behind them. “So, what’s up?”. Luffy asks, taking a seat at his spot at the head of the table. “If I remember correctly your older brother was Fire Fist Ace, yes?”. She asks. Luffy shivers, looking at her with murder in his eyes. Why would a marine come to him asking about his brother NOW?! “Yeah, what about it?”. He asks. The woman smiles softly as she takes off her coat hanging around her shoulders, setting it on the table to reveal a sleeping toddler in her arms. A little girl, long black hair with freckles. She looks like… “I know Ace never got the chance to meet her, but I thought her uncle should at least know she exists”. The woman explains.

Luffy looks down at the girl wide eyes, his eyes softening as he looks at her. “Wh-what?”. He stutters out. “WHAT?!?!”. The other crew members yell out, causing the baby to stir and begin to wake up. She looks up at her mum, who sweetly looks at her. “Mama?”. She asks. The woman giggles as she points Luffy to her, the little girl turning to look at him with wide eyes. “Rouge, this is your uncle! You know that stretchy guy that grandpa yells about? Say hi”. She tells the little one. “Hi”. The little girl greets, giving a little wave. “Would you like to hold her?”. (Y/n) asks Luffy. He doesn’t answer, just taking the girl from her arms and holding her close to himself. The other crew members crowd around their captain, looking down at the girl with aws and coos.

“Aawww she’s so adorable!”.

“She’s so pretty!”.

“She sure does look a lot like her daddy”.

“Wow! You’re an uncle!

“Uncle Luffy!!”

(Y/n) takes a seat at the table as the Straw Hats coos and laugh at her daughter. “How old is she?”. Robin asks the mother. “She’s two”. She answers. “She’s so adorable! You and Ace really made the cutest baby I’ve ever seen”. Nami compliments, taking a seat next to the mother. “Thank you! A day doesn’t go by that she doesn’t remind me of her father”. She thanks. “Honestly with how much she looks like her dad I’m surprised there hasn’t been anything in the news about it”. Nami points out. “No one’s figured it out yet, which I’m hoping never happens. If anyone asks about her father I tell them it was a random I had a drunk hook up with at a hotel so I don’t know what he looks like”. She explains. “Hey Marine Lady”. Luffy calls, the mother turning to him. “Yes?”. She responds. “What’s your name?”. He asks. “It’s (Y/n)”. She answers. “And hers?”. He asks, referring to the girl in his arms. “I named her Rouge, after Aces mother”. She answers.

“Luffy, I have a request”. She then starts. “Yeah?”. He responds. “If something happens to me, weather I die in war or I get executed for birthing Aces child, no matter what if anything happens to me…please take care of her. Either she’ll get raised to be a marine soldier like I was or killed as well, I want her to live free and I know you and your friends will teach her the right things. I know you’d be an amazing uncle and teacher for her”. She explains to him. He smiles brightly and nods. “Of course!”. He says happily. His expression changes into a more serious one, but still with a smile.

“If anything happens, I’ll make sure to protect and save her! I won’t make the same mistake again!”.

[nixite117]

Log P-217 | cycle xxxx |

It has been 11 turns since the creature in our ventilation system was detected, 3 since we discovered our stowaway.

Doctor Qynm had no idea what it was at first. We had theories of it being some poor stray animal. We weren’t entirely wrong but… feels wrong to call a kid a stray. Anyways, the doc said we’d have to wait until they woke up. The Yiquil rat was stressed enough I thought it was going to throw its spines everywhere, but Xiqi was able to calm it down before then somehow. It’s been a rough few days.

We were finally able to track the kid down. To be frank it’s embarrassing that a child was able to stow in the storage bay for so long without being noticed. And… somewhat concerning. The kid was terrified when we cornered them, and we couldn’t even get a good look at what it was before it started screeching. It wasn’t anywhere near the volume of a wailing spore, but I didn’t know mammals could make a sound that loud. It hit me that we weren’t dealing with an animal when I could actually understand what they were saying. Luckily both the creature and its little parasite friend both had communicator chips.

All the intimidation displays of a feral animal were there, so it’s not like I would’ve figured it out if they hadn’t spoken. Baring their teeth, squaring the shoulders to look larger, making loud sound, the works. Poor kid was terrified. What really caught me off guard was when they started grabbing things, then it hit me. Literally. The kid practically threw a whole box worth of tools at me. The squeal Captain Zytre made, however, was golden. We’ve agreed to never mention it so long as they don’t mention me getting hit in the knee with a flying pipe.

Then when she tried to grab them, like the genius she is, guess what they did? They fucking kicked her. Kicked. Like the spinners back at home. With less spinning, of course.

They were exhausted though, I could tell. Their clothes were practically hanging off their body. They were cornered, standing in front of the rat child and wailing for what felt like ages. Turns out, the little stand off lasted almost half a turn. We had to wait them out, and ended up being forced to take shifts. It lasted until Xiqi was able to coax them out of the hole they were hiding in.

They only gave in because Xiqi is the only one of us who seems to have a brain. She left out a large serving of bor, which our little stowaway hand fed to the vile lizard child. The odd part about it was that the rodent wouldn’t allow them to give it all their food. Xiqi even mentioned that the creature had to bargain with the child to get it to eat. It wouldn’t let them go without food for its sake… which just… can’t be right. Yiquils aren’t capable of empathy, the only reason that rodent allowed the other one to eat was because it needed their protection.

Xiqi took forever to talk the stowaways down, but the older one wouldn’t allow any of us near them.

Whatever the case, they were wounded sometime between finding them and feeding them. I’m not sure how or when it happened, but the wound was old by the time we realized how bad it was. Starvation, panic, and now blood? Yiquils don’t grow claws until they’re adults, so I’m not sure how it managed to slice its protector’s abdomen so badly. Originally I theorized that they may have been wounded at the first confrontation since they were bleeding then, too. There’s not much to back that theory since they would’ve been dead by now if that were the case.

And then another surprise. The ratling left the human alone. It’s spines were all on end, and it was barely understandable, babbling as it wailed with distress. It practically dragged Xiqi into the storage room and our guest was barely conscious with a high fever and some sort of yellow liquid caked over its wound. It’s unknown at this time if this is a natural reaction or not. After the doc had them in a pod though, he only seemed more confused with each passing moment as he looked up their features. I wasn’t exactly excited to stick my hands in their maw, but it had to be done.

Two front facing eyes, small nose, bipedal, mammalian, all of that. A predator animal, built for running efficiently. The way their leg bones are structured suggests a lack of quadrupedal movement. But the teeth suggest an omnivorous diet. While I wasn’t eager to observe their maw, I found they had small canines and multiple extra teeth under its gums. A short tentacle which I assume is the tongue, and a very, very moist environment behind their lips.

The type of animal that exists between predator and prey, but capable of nearly everything short of flying and breathing underwater. There was an odd perspiration to their hide, and only a few patches of fur on various parts of their body. Perhaps a temperature regulation method or a method of keeping the hide from drying out? Clearly a warm blooded mammal, likely an omnivorous pack, scavenger, and/or waiting predator. Their species clearly couldn’t run long distances, but somehow they maintained their ground for turns and turns on end despite being injured.

I was stumped, and it took Doctor Qymn, Xiqi, and I far too much time to research the creature and find what it was. We never considered that it could be a new, fascinating species that most of us barely even heard of. Only an idiot would think to suggest the obvious answer.

Turns out… they’re a human.

Captain Dimwit was the one who figured it out. Apparently she read about humans when they first made contact. This one was a teenager. As in… a child. Apparently a nearly grown one by human standards. But still. My kind have one of the shortest adolescent periods in the galaxy at about 6-7 universal cycles. Human adolescence only lasts up to 4.

Xiqi is keeping a close eye on the ratling now, though I think we should throw it out. It’s “friend” nearly died trying to protect it, and for what? So it can kill everyone on this ship and wander space? How did the human even end up with that parasite?

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Log P-127-B

I think I’ve made a mistake.

Doc got the human in the healing pod to run some scans. They had no idea what type of medicine to administer, nor what a human was capable of withstanding. Apparently we don’t even understand human ethical values when it comes to medicine, so Dr Qymon was hesitant to try and treat them.

Whatever the case, it wasn’t enough. Maybe an hour later, the human was conscious once again. As soon as the medication ran through, they were on their- his feet. There’s legends of humans, most about their willpower. How they’ll wait until the job is done to let themselves rest, staying awake and/or alive against all odds through sheer force of will. Some say that when they kick, the very ground shakes. They bare their teeth for fun, the same teeth they use for ripping apart flesh and hide. I didn’t see any evidence of fangs on the boy, but their bite is rumored to be venomous.

I never believed the legends. Humans have no discernible traits that make them stand out amongst the many species of the universe. I don’t understand how anyone could believe they are some ferocious apex predator.

Perhaps I was a fool to not consider that mediocrity in every aspect is worth more than perfection in one. I was also a fool to disregard the intelligence of such a brutish species.

For starters, the human laid in wait while Qymon ran tests. We believed he was still groggy from the treatment, as well as exhausted from his injuries. As soon as he was left alone, he managed to escape the healing pod despite being secured by the safety straps. I only realized something was wrong when I heard glass shattering. One look at our security screen and I saw that he’d kicked it multiple times until it simply fell off its frame and shattered on the floor.

As soon as I was present, he’d already found… Delilah? He named the parasite apparently. Upon picking it up, he attempted to flee. The ship was experiencing some turbulence, and it knocked both of us off our feet. Before I could grab the slimy rat, the human was on top of it, shielding it with his body. The little rat had the audacity to cry as the human braced himself on his hands and knees.

I tried to pin him down, but that kick is no joke. I will be feeling that for a while.

Xiqi, the godsend that she is, was able to calm the situation and speak with the human once again. Turns out he found the parasite as an infant and took care of her as a result. Everything practically came to a halt. Xiqi tried to figure out why the human was protecting the damn

The human has since avoided me relentlessly. He’s persistent as hell, apparently it’s a natural thing for humans. If he wants something, he will not stop until he gets it. He’s started to warm up to a few members of the crew, and I think Xiqi already considers him a friend. Apparently humans can sing, so Captain Bird Mouth has already bonded with him over that.

I’d like to form a bond with the human as well, though I fear he may not be with us for very long. He must return to Terra, and the vermin should be brought before the Interplanetary Society to answer for its people’s crimes. They’ll take it from there. It should all work out.

[gutsondisplay]

Time to take anti down a couple notches

Cw : paramisia, transID hate, sui and self harm mention

By now, I'm sure a good portion of you have seen someone by the acc name "fuckradqueers", so let's go over their shit in *this* post because i DO NOT wanna have to deal with them bitching in my replies <3333

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"they should be treated" for what, *how* is someone treated, because as far as I know, this isn't something therapists or any mental health work thinks is a problem!

What does a "happy adult life" entail? Why are these things specifically adult? How do you know this person *is* an adult and not a teen? What mental illness do *all* these people have?

Also the label doesn't make them think their kids..? Using the label transfem does not make people think their transfem, it's their experience and want for that label etc etc

And lastly, it's gross to point at healthy ways of dealing with things and say it's bad and horrible! Genuinely so close to saying horrible things because GET OFF YOUR FUCKING HIGH HORSE <333 you don't decide whats healthy and what isn't for all victims! Not even mentioning that not all transage are victims, some people just wanna be kids man

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Oh wonderful, people with eye problems must LOVE you.

"You're not valid" validity as a concept sucks, try again

"You're a mockery" yes I am! I am a mockery of the human experience, as I am not human but a horrific forest creature forced to seem normal

"you're harmful".... Oh TransHarm people, how do we feel about this one, do we tell him?...

"you're stupid" that's not how that works, also, anyone who gets euphoric over getting called stupid (I know you guys exist) pspspsps

"You're not a part of the community" mmmm yes we are, we have our own community but also most of us are queer in other more "normal" ways than this. I haven't actually met a single cishet allo and perisex person in this entire community

"you're genuinely rancid" this is literally giving me euphoria, I love being a rancid lil nightmare <333

"and you will always be invalid" incorrect statement, you cannot disprove how someone feels something

"you're harming real trans people" hi, I'm real trans people, transIDs aren't the reason republicans hate us, nor is catgender, and it wasn't nondysphoric's either. People just want us dead, no smaller minority caused that to happen

"and you will never have the shit you claim to have" that's literally not how that works, you can very easily become disabled, schrodingerID and others exist literally because some people don't know if they are cis or trans something

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Hi, schizophrenic here, I *would* actually like if people fetishized my experiences

I don't like being treated like a criminal or danger or whatever else, and so I'd rather be seen as hot than bad, might even want someone to call me crazy or insane in bed (might be hot, who knows)

Fetishists at least acknowledge I have personal agency in regards to my life and sexual situations! Cause while it gets their rocks off, all fetishists I've met are MAJORLY on top of communication! The same cannot be said for other people INCLUDING YOU

And people usually don't have a say in what they find hot, so someone being into delusional people is something I doubt they had a full say in, and even if they did have a say in it, they aren't negatively affecting me, what affects other schizo-spec is people believing they have no agency (including sexual agency !!!!)

Nexttt

(Warning as here's where it gets a lil worse)

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"para's are fine as long as they aren't the ones I personally don't like!"

Repeating who can and can't consent doesn't make people stop having paraphilias. Also "it's not just a simple fantasy" and then proceeding to call it a fantasy RIGHT AFTERWARDSS?? funny as fuck, also if it's a *fantasy* specifically, it doesn't have to be rape, like in fantasy land, something like this doesn't *have* to be rape (tho more power to ya to those who do fantasize about rape)

Also a little interesting how this for some reason *didn't* include necro's... Weirddd

Para's shouldn't be targets of shame, it's just a part of people and no one chooses to have them or not, and "you should either die or get locked up" is what causes actual rape!!! People thinking they can't get help when they do actually need it, people thinking that they're just a ticking time bomb, social pressure and ideas about para's made the issues we have today! Para's don't just do that on their own!

And this doesn't ignore people who don't need help and are just chilling, as this person also includes those who don't do anything as being just as bad as those who do act, he sees everyone as rapists

And for the end, where cyen says "never to be near children or animals" whatever whatever

I need you to keep in mind that minor para's exist, those who went through abuse and now are pedos or zoos exist, 8 year olds who accidentally found out how they feel about things online and now feel ashamed, 10 year olds who have those fantasies cyen mentioned and want to die over it

Does a family deserve to lose a child because this person thinks the child is bad?

But it only gets weirder

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Cyen thinks someone can... Choose to not be a para?... And if they don't their.. bad??

Somehow being incredibly ignorant to accessibility when it comes to therapy often being a problem for people, and even more so ignoring para's who don't need professional help

Also the testosterone thing isn't true????? You cannot be medicated for para's??????? Don't ask me where cyen got this from, he just pulled it out of his ass

But theres a bigger problem with cyen that you've now probably seen.

Cyen likes to put a lotta words in others mouths, like saying maps are trying to hide from the word pedo (that's literally never what happened, it was just made as an alt term, in a therapy group no less!). Or yelling at this person in is comments trying to make them seem like a pedo despite that not at all being what dude was doing or saying

This includes these 2

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There is literally no context for the first one, someone just said "take the L" and cyen somehow takes that as "this person is a rape apologist and doesn't understand anything!" While proceeding to be very wrong (I swear if you showed cyen age regression I think he would explode)

And the second was how he started out his blog, just going haywire insane at his own community, WILD that is (and antis wonder why we think their community is bad)

Thank you all for letting me rant, and hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[the-smallest-star]

"Oh well finally, wondered when you'd turn u-"

"Where do you get off?!"

"Excuse me?"

"You come waltzing into Patch's work, threatening HIS job because of your beef with me?!"

"You're not exactly easy to reach!"

"When are you going to get it through your thick skull, I don't WANT you to reach me!!"

"You're my fiancé! We're meant to be reachable! Are you done with your tantrum yet?"

"Tantrum?!!"

"You ran away! From your family, your responsibilities, your marrage! All because of some silly desire thats gotten you nothing but trouble!"

"I ran away because-"

"Because your mother and father broke your horns, boo hoo, maybe you should of listened to them! When are you going to grow up Gritt, Gillian wants whats best for you, my father wants whats best for me. Suck it up. Apologise to her and me, and lets go home."

".... no."

"What?"

"No."

"What do you mean no?!"

"I mean NO! I'm done! I'm done apologising! I used to think it WAS my fault y'know! The beatings, the starvations, the belittling and degrading. That if I went back and said sorry, that suddenly everything would be okay and I'd get better! But you know what? Thats not right! You're wrong, Dad was wrong, and Mom is fucking wrong!"

"I'm not going back, I'm not apologising! Not for leaving, not for bailing on a bullshit arranged marrage, not for having a dream, not for eating full meals, and not for not wanting that bullshit surgery! I was born this way, and if it was meant to be wrong then Lucifer would of designed me to want to change! I've had fucking sex with it and it was fucking great! I've taken drugs, drank until I passed out, I play music for millions and I love what I do! I found my brother again, and I'm not giving up this life I made for some pre-planned tickbox your parents made with mine!"

"So. Get. Your. Own. LIFE! Because this one is mine, I'm a fucking music legend, I have friends, I'm getting better now I'm away from toxic shitlords like my mom! I don't have to do what they say cos I'm a fucking adult, and neither do you, so find someone who you'll actually like and will happily give you as many babies as you want cos it ain't gonna be me! And you can tell Mom to take that little deal with your dad and stuff it right up her asshole!!"

"Now fuck off!"

[thecapricunt1616]

Hi hey hello :) putting the cunt in my user today - the bear fandom rant below

Let me get my notecard.

OKAY SO. There is some fucking bitch going around on anon in TB fandom,

@/anon Here you are scaredy ass bitch ! Have you in 4K📸 I know you reading this 👋

This isn’t the only time. This scaredy ass anon bitch has telling multiple of some of the BIGGEST writers in TBF that they are “copying eachother” to likely just start drama, there is a very slim chance this person is not just a little bitch who doesn’t have the balls to put out their own fics - and is trying to stir the pot on this corner of the internet because they mad they aren’t sitting with the fucking ‘cool kids of the bear Carmy Berzatto fan fiction’ club’ via tumblr - LIKE😭🤣

that is genuinely how pathetic this person is we are literally in a tiny niche fandom and this fuckin JAGOFF. THATS RIGHT. BITCH. YOURE A JAGOFF ANON. COME OFF ANON AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN.

this jagoff is just trying to fucking ruin people’s days- KIDS at that yes legal adults but it’s really really funny how it’s rare for these 19 and 18 year olds you’re attacking JAGOFF are the only ones on this corner of the internet- most of us are 4-5 years older then that if not OLDER. You come for them bc you know they are dealing with shit TEENS FUCKING DEAL WITH so attack them to make them feel more fucking insecure then teenagers already are FUCK YOU someone should fucking spit on you bullying TEENS. You fucking loser.

But let me end my rant with a few last things

Firstly the only rule of fucking requesting from me or my moots for this matter because I don’t want them being accused of fucking COPYING people - is that you do not go asking someone else the same shit. Tweak it. But if you want to ask 10 people the exact same prompt? Leave me out of it because that’s not the kind of work I want to put out.

Second to the anon mentioned, you know exactly who the fuck you are going around calling people bitches in their ask box - if you don’t wanna face me fucking block me. I swear to god babe you don’t want to cross my path. One thing Carmen and I have in common is if I eeever find out who you are (I have eyes and ears everywhere in this fandom! Keep what you’re doing a secret for your own sake) because if I find out lmaooooo babe please. Please come off anon. I will give you a new insecurity that will be with you into your grave.

And third and fucking finally. Can we live? Can we FUCKING LIVVEEEE?! Clap if we should be able to live

Like really and genuinely. This is FAN FUCKING FICTION. unless someone is like quite actually fucking copy pasting word for god damn word OR the authors are openly saying that a specific persons work seems to be a copy of theirs and it bothers them- shut up? Why are you going around and defending people over such stupid shit. We come to tumblr to have fun and get away and write slutty fiction about a fucking Italian chef with anger issues what do you get out of bothering people here. Is your day THAT bad?!

Anyways. CapriCUNT out.

[ana-chronista]

How about Bojan and Jere at Linnanmäki (or any fare/amusement park)? There's different rides, maybe even a haunted house/glass labyrinth.

Can also be AU, with them being teens/young adults

Hey, thank you for the ask! ❤️ I may write glacially slowly (sorry!) but I do always get there eventually. I hope it was worth the wait! Full disclaimer, written with about the level of detail and accuracy you'd expect from someone who's never set foot in Linnanmäki, so thanks also @frikatilhi for helping me with a couple of references!

“This is... best photo. Ever.” “Oh, fuck off.” “No, I am serious. I will always – what is the word – ” “Laugh at it? Laugh at me for it?” “Well, yes, both those things. But what is it when... it is very special to me?” “You mean you’ll treasure it?” “Yes, exactly! It is like treasure to me.” “Again: fuck off.” “Bojan, what? I just tell you it is special to me! Very special memory in photo right here: me and my Bojan, enjoying Linnanmӓki together.” “...” “Besides, you not telling me to fuck off last night. In fact, you keep telling me – ” “Jere, shh! Quiet!” “You also not do much of that last night either.” “People could hear!” “And?” “We said – ” “Yes, I know. It’s okei, don’t worry. I will stop there – ”

“Thank y – ” “ – with that.” “Oh for fuck’s s – ” “This is what they teach you in Slovenia? I am shocked. Here, grandma would wash your mouth with soap.” “No, this is just how we deal with someone clearly overreacting to a normal photo.” “Bojan, you are photographed many times for job. I never see you look like this.” “Well, you’ve never seen me at a theme park. Or anyone else, apparently, if you think this is a weird photo.” “Not weird. Priceless.” “Jere, come on – ” “Look at your face, Bojan.” “Stop waving it at me! That’s completely – ” “Look at it!” “We were on a rollercoaster! People are meant to scream!” “But I see you scream before. At gig or on stage or when I – ” “Jere.” “Okei, okei. But this time you are like – ” “I swear to god – ” “No, no, look. You are like this – ” “...” “...” “...” “...” “... you do realise if you stay like that and the wind changes direction you’ll get stuck, right?” “Ah, so your grandma did tell you something!” “It’d serve you right as well.” “I not mind. Just look in mirror any time and be reminded of my Bojan. Like this – ” “I hate you.” “That is also not what you said last night.” “And what about you? You knew there’d be a camera and you couldn’t even keep your eyes open for it!” “Ah, no. This is on purpose.” “On – what?” “I mean to do this.” “I don’t believe you.” “Is all true! I tell you I come here before, yes? Many times when growing up?” “Yes, right around the time you mentioned Taiga and didn’t mention what it was actually like!” “Well, we come here so often we do things for camera. As joke.” “Isn’t that how you pitched your OnlyFans?” “Eh, maybe yes, but this is art.” “Jokes like what, then?” “We start off with things like pretend we sleep. Is easy, no need for preparing. Then later we pretend we make calls. Bring masks or hats. Jukka almost lose sombrero on Kingi. We glue together house of cards one time, pretend to build on Hurjakuru. Also one time me and Mikke take on razor and foam – ” “Sorry, what?” “Yes, yes, we think he will pretend to shave my face on camera. But staff find us and say no. Banned for four months.” “...” “Yes, I know. Too harsh.” “You know what? I’m actually kind of impressed.” “About our jokes?” “Well, mostly that someone as short as you managed to qualify for so many different rides.” “Fuck you, Bojan!” “Now who needs their mouth washed out with soap?” “If you are nice, while we wait for next ride, I will see if I have photos and show you. Maybe I must text the guys to see if they have. Last time is, eh...” “A while ago?” “About three phones ago.” “To be fair, for you, that’s like a month.” “That was only one month, but I will let you have this as you gave me photo. Maybe I text now so we have photos when we wait.” “...” “...” “...” “...” “... you’re taking a very long time to write that text.” “Is hard to text and walk, you know?” “Even with me steering you?” “Even then.” “But you do this all the time and you never usually – wait.” “...” “Jere, you’re not sending the photo are you?” “Are you?” “Jere!” “Relax, Bojan, I joke. I would not send photo to anyone – that is just for us.” “... why am I not reassured by that?” “No idea. You are too suspicious. I tell you I don’t send photo, I don’t send photo.” “...” “... so maybe I send video instead.” “What?” "Taiga takes video also. I buy both.” “You – ” “See, very popular already! My friends are glad you enjoy Linnanmӓki so much.” “Yeah, I bet that’s not what they actually said.” “Eh, is close enough. Joker boys answer in English though, so we can both read, but mostly is emojis.” “Wait, what do you mean – ” “Ah yes, I send to them also. Let them know we have fun here. Though I am not sure they will know from your face – ” “Jere!”

[my-own-walker]

summary: It's the morning after and you're regretting it. That is until someone's beautiful brown eyes make you melt.

evan peters x fem!reader

warnings: some spiciness.. but really none for now...I still don't know how to write sm*t...

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It's not often that I wake up in someone else's bed, let alone a stranger's.

It's not entirely my fault. When I ended up at some party in some house with my friend Annie, I knew something was bound to happen. But these things usually happen to her, not me.

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Annie has always been a live-wire. She was the one that convinced me to move out to LA with her. A coworker-turned-best-friend. She became the first person to truly make me open up.

All-in-all, I'm a filthy fucking introvert. Always have been. There has never been a way to make me anything more. I know how to step out of my shell when I need to, but I'm a square at heart.

I drank underage but with adult supervision. I waited until 20 to lose my virginity. I cried when I got high for the first time because I thought everyone was making fun of me. Real life-of-the-party vibes from me, huh?

Annie, however, was, and is, fearless. She's done it all, seen it all, and is already bored. She had been to rehab before 17. When we met, she lived in a really dangerous spot in the city. So dangerous that she actually witnessed an arson on her street. But she didn't care.

You get the gist. She's cool. I'm not.

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It was a Tuesday morning at work when she came to me with the crazy idea.

'Chapter meeting.' she texted. That was the signal that she had something to say. Someone, or something, to gossip about. In past meetings, we had discussed creepy coworkers, breakups, and the like.

So when I walked from my desk to hers, the last thing I expected to see was an apartment listing on her desktop.

'What is that?' I asked, prompting a smirk to form on her face.

'An opportunity. A new start.'

So off we went. I put up a fight, I truly did. I had never moved in my life and I was NOT prepared to. What about a job? Our families? The deal was to try it for a year. So reluctantly, I agreed.

Now, for another factor in all of this: I'm newly single. And so is she. My longtime boyfriend and I broke up when I broke the news that I was moving. Annie's boyfriend, too.

I get where they're coming from, I do. Long distance is impossible. But all I knew was that relationship. It had been so long, I forgot entirely how to be myself. He was my everything, and now he's gone. and I have to cope.

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The only thing I know is long-term. That's why the situation I'm in is so foreign.

How was I to know that the party I was showing up at was at a celebrity's house? Annie made all the plans, and I just followed. You'll learn that about me. I follow.

The party was in some sort of swanky apartment building. A bit upscale from what I was used to, but again, Annie knew what she was doing. As she always does.

We opened the door to an apartment on the 5th floor and were immediately met with faces and bodies clogging the main artery of the entrance. The small hallway opened into a larger common area with high ceilings and gorgeous windows. Outside was a decent view of the city. The buildings were illuminated by the lights inside them.

'Fuck,' I turned to Annie, 'this is some rich asshole's place.'

'I know, that's why we're here,' she replied and ventured further into the space.

Loud music filled the room, much like the individuals that continued to stand in the way of us joining the fun. That is if there was any fun. I couldn't tell. I couldn't see over the sea of people.

Finally finding a kitchen, I think, we nestled into the crook of a counter. Right next to the fridge. As soon as we settled, we had to move multiple times for droves of people getting drinks. The spot was a hub, and we were in the way.

'Great,' I shouted over the music, 'this is just great...'

'Oh, loosen up. I promise there's a reason we're here,' she shouted back, 'It's an afterparty. I want to see who I can spot!' Annie loved celebrity spotting.

'Afterparty for what? How the hell did you get an invite?!'

Instead of answering, she turned to the fridge to make a drink. She practically threw a glass in my hand. I winced as I sipped it. Tequila. she knows me too well. Tequila always made me happier.

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After many drinks, and hearing a few songs we both liked, both of us (so basically me) loosened up enough to enjoy the party. Finally. We had relocated to what I guessed was a living room. There were couches. I don't know. I was drunk and there were too many people.

Annie still hadn't spotted anyone she knew of, at least. But I don't think she cared anymore. She was too faded.

I lost her at some point. I think she went to the bathroom, leaving me alone to stare at my phone and awkwardly sip my drink. I looked up and began to look around for her. It was getting late and I wanted to leave.

As if on cue, I locked eyes with the most enchanting pair of brown eyes I'd ever seen. His lips curled into a soft smile. I mustered one back. I was actually so flustered.

I was so sure I looked HIT. Possibly the worst I'd ever looked. It was busy, I was drunk, and I turn red when I'm hot and drunk. It simply wasn't fair that I was in the presence of the most beautiful human I'd ever seen. I'm still not used to having to mind what I look like in public. After being taken for 4 years, you start to care less about how you look to others.

Immediately self-conscious, I turned on my heel. After all, I still needed to find Annie.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. I silently died inside, screwing my eyes shut and pursing my lips. Drawing a big sigh, I turned around, trying to look as chill as possible. I was met with a curly mop of brown-blond hair and a pair of the sweetest eyes.

'Hey," he started.

I couldn't help but giggle. How is this my life?

'Hi," I breathed.

'I don’t think we've met,' he said.

'No, I'm sure we haven't,' I replied, embarrassed. 'I'm nobody. I mean- you just- you wouldn't know me.'

He smiled wider. My stomach fell out of my ass. Why is he still talking to me? I'm being weird. Please just leave me be, beautiful man.

But he didn't. 'I'm Evan,' he laughed.

'Y/N. Uh, I'm here wit-' I started

'Y/N? That's a really pretty name.'

What the fuck, this guy is hitting on me. What is even happening right now? And where the fuck is Annie?

'You're funny. I always thought it kinda sucked. Boring. I don't know...' I shrugged.

'No, I like it, seriously,' he replied. His eyes tracked my face, looking from my lips, to my eyes, back to my lips. 'You know, it's really loud in here...' he started. His left hand reached back to scratch the back of his head. He looked around slyly as if to say, 'Let's go somewhere more private.'

Once again, my stomach dropped. No idea if it was the tequila or Annie's influence getting to me, but I simply giggled and nodded.

Being newly single, it's nice to feel like someone's interested in me. Even after all these years, I still got it.

He stuck out his right hand and motioned for me to grab it. What the fuck was I thinking? I shoved my phone into my pocket and switched the hand my drink was in. Then I grabbed his palm and began to follow him.

The crowd seemed to part for him. He led me through the sea of people further back into the apartment. Down a small hallway was a door, then a set of stairs. There were far fewer people back there. The lights were even dimmer. Even, still, there were bodies on the stairs, all engaged in various activities. That was when I spotted Annie. Making out with some rando. Typical.

'Annie!' I exclaimed. Her head snapped up.

'Hey baby,' she drunkenly slurred.

'Oh, hey Annie,' Evan said. And my mind was thoroughly blown.

'Wh-what?' I began to stammer, looking back and forth between the two of them. Annie threw me a thumbs up and Evan continued to lead me upwards.

In my drunken stupor, I quickly stopped caring.

Evan led me down a hall, stopping at the second door on the left. He fumbled for some keys in his pocket and unlocked the door. Is this his apartment? What is my life?

Inside was a bedroom with another pretty view of the city. A large plush bed with a beige duvet and a dark-toned wood headboard sat to the left. Another door with an en-suite bathroom on the right. It was dark and cozy and smelled like lavender.

He shut the door and dropped his key on the bedside table, kicking his shoes off and sitting on the bed. He patted it, inviting me to come sit.

Me and my lowered inhibitions. I did it. I was in a stranger's bedroom. And I was on his bed.

'Now, where were we?' he asked, beaming his 5-star smile once again.

Suddenly super embarrassed, I looked away, laughing.

'Y/N...Y/N,' he tutted, 'you're gorgeous. Did you know that? There's no way you don't.'

'You must be blind...' I blushed.

'No. 20/20 vision, thanks. I know beauty when I see it. I knew when I saw you...I needed to have you.'

My face dropped. Subconsciously, I was super scared. This was my first time doing anything like this. With a stranger. I trusted him, but he was a stranger. He sensed the shift.

'Hey, hey. Are you okay?' he asked. 'If you're uncomfortable, just tell me. I promise I actually want to get to know you. I'm not just trying to get some. I promise.' He placed a reassuring hand on my forearm, making a point to meet my gaze. Something about his eye contact calmed me. He was genuine.

After talking for a bit, a gap in the conversation led to a natural moment to strike. Both of us seemed to just, lean in. His eyes were firmly focused on my lips. His hand reached up and grabbed my jawline, leading my face toward his. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his.

Sparks flew. It was almost in an instant that small kisses led to more and more passionate ones. His breath became heavy and uneven as he repositioned himself to face me better. I crawled onto his lap and held his face so as to say 'Don't stop.' With his face below mine I felt I had more control. So much more that when his hands reached to pull my shirt over my head, I didn't object.

I ran my hands through his curly hair and pulled. He let out a gentle moan and turned his attention to my neck, peppering kisses all the way down to my chest.

He pulled away and I whined. He began fumbling with the hem of his own shirt, trying to get it off. I looked down and helped, pulling his shirt over his head and pushing him into a laying position on the bed.

He continued to kiss me as he pushed his way on top of me, gently maneuvering me onto my back.

'You are so fucking beautiful,' he breathed as he looked down at my form.

And you will have to imagine the smut from here...maybe I will write it some other time. I still need more practice...

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And now here I lay. Remembering it all. Playing it all over in my head. I turn my head and see the mess of curly hair I came to know sprawled across a pristine white pillow. His head is turned away from me, but his steady, even breaths remind me he's real. I watch his bare chest rise and fall.

My heart swells. This was a mistake. I'm catching feelings, but we both know this was just a dumb hookup. I panic internally and begin to gather enough courage to bolt. As soon as I sit up to grab my bra, though, he stirs.

I cover myself with the duvet, red in the face. He smiles softly up at me.

'Good morning,' he rasps. His morning voice. God. 'Going so soon?'

'Uh, haha, I guess?' I reply.

'No,' he whines. He sits up. 'Stay?' His puppy-dog brown eyes plead with me.

'A-are you sure?' I ask. There is no way this is happening.

'I think we both know this wasn't a one-time thing, Y/N. I need to see you again. But for now, please don't run? Just, stay here?' He extends his arm and snakes it around my bare waist.

I smile and give in to his gentle touch, laying down and resting my head on his chest. His fingers run through my hair idly.

'Wait, how do you know Annie...?' I began.

Maybe this is the start of something good.

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OKAYYYYY HAHAHAH thanks for reading. Much love. Sorry if this sucked. Suggestions are encouraged and requests are open! Love ya!

[tgmsunmontue]

Another Time (Chapter 11/14)

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN

Summary: Jake wakes up in Rooster's body ~30 hours post-Mission and they have to deal with it. They're adults. Apparently.

(Posting on Tumblr, chapter a day until it's complete (currently 14 chapters already written), after it's complete I will post it on AO3 once a day until it's completed there as well).

Odd chapter = Jake POV, Even chapter = Bradley POV

ELEVEN

                Jake’s never been shaved by anyone before, and he hadn’t thought that Rooster was going to do the whole thing, but apparently that’s the treatment he’s getting. Given some privacy while he uses the bathroom and has a quick shower using a crutch to maintain balance he looks at the offending ankle and it looks… less swollen. That’s a good sign. He doesn’t waste time, is perfunctory and tries not to think about the fact that he’s running his hands all over Rooster’s body. Another time he tells himself mentally.

                Stepping out of the shower he isn’t surprised to find Rooster waiting for him, holding out a towel. He’s also placed a pile of his own clothes, including his service khakis, on the sink and he accepts the help getting dressed in silence. Rooster fastens the moonboot over the pants but stops him from putting his shirt on, directing him to sit on a chair he’s brought in from the other room.

                “You do this often?”

                “Often enough. Sit your ass down and put that foot up.”

                Jake gives a sarcastic little salute and Rooster responds with the middle finger but he does as he’s told and settles himself, can see their reflections in the mirror. Seeing his body and his reflection is another level of weirdness he hadn’t expected. Then Rooster is wrapping his face in a warm wet towel and Jake lets out a quick breath. Trust right? Okay. He’s got this. The towel comes off after only a minute or so and then Rooster is rubbing his face with something that smells like coconut oil and he quirks up an eyebrow, can’t resist.

                ��Lubing me up Bradshaw?”

                “Another time…”

                “That better be a promise.”

                “You know it…”

                Then there’s a fucking brush, lather on his face and he wants to make a comment about Rooster being a grandpa but he’s feeling tight and hot, aware that all of Rooster’s attention is on him with laser focus and it’s a huge fucking turn on is what it is. His eyes drop closed and he lets himself just feel, the almost too-gentle swipe of the razor down his face, the sound as it’s rinsed off, then repeated.

                It’s quiet and methodical. Soothing. And far more erotic than he ever thought shaving could be. He can feel the heat between their bodies as Rooster stands close. Then his face is being wrapped in the warm wet towel, more oil and he’s half-hard. This surely has to be a him thing and not a response Rooster has to shaving himself. The razor goes in the opposite direction now, and he feels fingers brush over the scars on Rooster’s cheek and neck, checking for smoothness he guesses and he swallows, wants, needs, to break the silence.

                “How did you get those anyway?”

                “Uh. I don’t think now is a good time to tell you…”

                “What do you mean?”

                “Uh, if I say I got them shaving…”

                “What? You cut yourself that badly? How?”

                “I was using a straight edge razor.”

                “Uh. You’re not using a straight edge razor now?”

                “No, I’m using a safety. Stop being a dick.”

                Jake gives him a wink, because this bickering between them feels good in a gentler way than their previous interactions. He wants more of it.

                “How old were you?”

                “Not old enough to actually be shaving, think I was ten or eleven. Mom and Mav freaked. There was a lot of blood.”

                His face is being rinsed with a very cool wet cloth and it feels refreshing after all the warmth, there’s some lotion and then a dry towel patting his face. Then Rooster is wielding a comb in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other, staring at him intently.

                “Don’t move or talk…”

                He swallows, doesn’t even nod, feels the teeth of the comb through the moustache and then the cool metal of the scissors press against his upper lip, the sound of the blades rasping against each other loud in his ears and the snipping sound of little bits of hair being cut. His nose feels itchy and he resists the urge to twitch. There’s nothing else for him to do except close his eyes and let himself feel. He feels cared for. Cherished in a way he’s never been before, not from anyone outside his family.

                “There… back to respectable levels.”

                He opens his eyes and moves his lips experimentally and it does feel much better, no prickly bits digging into the corner. Definitely an improvement.

                “I’ll have to do your hair if we’re talking about looking respectable.”

                “Sure thing, I tried yesterday but…” he shrugs and Jake reaches for his hand, tugs him close.

                “You looked good.”

                “Of course you think that. I’m in your body.”

                Jake shrugs, because that’s not what he means but Rooster can take it that way. He’s always admired Rooster’s easy level of confidence, even when they were each other’s throats. Jake isn’t shy, knows his own worth, but he doesn’t feel like he oozes confidence in quite the same way that Rooster does. He’d seen the difference yesterday, and the fact that Bob had instantly known just confirms it for him.

                “Okay, you’re all done. Now I need to shower and you can tell me what you do with your hair to make it look all…”

                “Perfect?” Jake asks with a grin and laughs at Rooster’s eye roll.

                He pulls on the uniform shirt and uses the crutches to get back to the bedroom, leaves Rooster to shower, which he does quickly enough that Jake is still standing in the bedroom balancing with the crutches and looking at the one shelf of the bookcase that isn’t just books. There’s a photo of Rooster’s parents on what must be their wedding, and then another with a very young Rooster and it hits him then just how young Rooster must have been when his dad died. Fuck he’s an asshole sometimes.

                “You finally coherent enough to be nosy huh?” Rooster asks, and he’s wearing underwear and nothing else, rubbing his hair dry and Jake pulls a face. Pat dry he thinks, pat, not rub.

                “You were a cute kid…”

                “You mean I’m not cute now?”

                “Aged like fine bourbon,” he says, and he means it. Suddenly and deeply he wants Rooster to know, that he’s sorry for being an asshole before, that he likes him, that he wants to try spending the rest of his life with him. Because the idea of not makes something within him clench with the same fear he’d felt when he’d heard Dagger 2 is hit and then the fear again as he’d pushed and pushed his jet to reach him, not enough time to do anything except think about seeing him alive alive alive.

                “I’m sorry for bringing up your dad. It was an asshole move.”

                “Yeah, it was. But also if we’re apologizing for being assholes then I need to apologize about saying you’d lead everyone into an early grave. You know I don’t actually think that right?”

                Jake shrugs, because he knows in training simulations he’s got a reputation, but he’s never done it in actuality. But he guesses it doesn’t help people trust him when they can’t know that he wouldn’t ever risk their lives. He huffs quietly, realizing that it’s the whole reason they train so incessantly, to just be able to respond and he guesses if his first response in training is always to think of himself first then maybe he’s more deserving of his callsign than he thought. Maybe that’ll change now. The Navy rumor mill is a ferocious and unsatiable beast.

                “Jake. You’re a good pilot. Still an asshole, but that doesn’t stop me… liking you. In fact I kind of like that bit more than I probably should. In the, uh, interest of being open and honest.”

                “Fucking couples therapy…”

                “Yeah.”

                “I like your asshole self as well,” Jake states and then swallows, his throat tight. “When I heard that you’d been hit I don’t think I’ve ever been so terrified in my life and I didn’t, still don’t really, know how to, uh, process all that. If we’re being open and honest.”

                “I don’t think we’re meant to have processed it yet. I sure as fuck haven’t. God. We’ve still got to get through the debrief. Mav is being evasive as fuck and I just…”

                “Come here…”

                “What?”

                “We’re going to hug Bradshaw, come here.”

                Rooster laughs but steps close and Jake lets him take some of his weight and the job of keeping him balanced, drops the crutches and wraps his arms around Rooster’s chest and holds tight, tries to convey that he’s there, for everything, because he thought that someone had died. Rooster though is dealing with the fact that he probably thought Mav had died, and then was probably pretty sure he was going to die himself and yeah okay, they’re both pretty fucked up.

                “You give good hugs.”

                “I’m good at everything Rooster, you should know that by now.”

                “Mmm. I look forward to finding out.”

                “I look forward to showing you… although, do you not have clothes?”

                “You’re wearing them.”

                “Ha ha. Javy brought my bag. Come on man, I have a reputation to maintain.”

                “Yeah you do…”

                The kiss is sudden, harder than any of their previous gentle brushes of lips and he digs his fingers into the bare skin of Rooster’s back, holding him tightly, his balance a little unsteady as Bradley shifts against him and wraps an arm around Jake’s waist. A hand through his hair and there are fingernails scraping over his scalp and it sends little zinging jolts down his spine and he groans, pushes himself against Bradley and slides his tongue against his lips, catches Bradley’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugs slightly; savors the grunt and roll of hips. God. He feels so good pressed against him and he sucks in a lungful of air and pulls away, leaving his hands on bare skin, thumbs rubbing soft circles.

                “We are going to have a lot of fun with the later darlin’,” Jake says, and he means it as a promise, hopes Bradley takes it as one.  

                “Fucking hell…”

                Jake chuckles and makes a grabby hand motion for the crutches, which Rooster obediently retrieves for him from the floor.

                “I’m going to find clothes, you go out and help yourself to whatever breakfast you want. I’m also going to bravely go and try and wake Phoenix.”

                “You going to do that in your underwear?”

                “Uh, yeah. Good point. No.”

                He watches Bradley go off in search of clothes, his duffel actually in the bedroom all along and he worries for a second about Rooster finding something that he might be embarrassed about before realizing that there isn’t anything. He makes his way to the kitchen slowly, navigating the furniture easily enough. The ankle is sore, but the pain isn’t so intense anymore, which he’s relieved about. He can hear Rooster talking softly to Phoenix, her louder grumpier words in reply and he wonders if she’s hungover or just not a morning person. When she comes out to the kitchen he quickly decides that it may in fact be both and he shares a slightly worried look with Rooster before realizing that she doesn’t hate him as much as she used to so he might actually be safe. Rooster is putting cereal into a bowl and sliding it over to her, along the milk. He’s pressing buttons on the coffee maker and Jake likes watching him be all… domestic.

                “Raisin bran? I’m not Mav,” Phoenix grumbles, poking at the bowl.

                “It’s that or nothing. Coffee is coming.”

                “No… why can’t you make me another omelet? Or pancakes?”

                “Because. Eat the damned raisin bran Nat.”

                Jake eats his bowl with a quirk of his lips, not brave enough to make any comment and not quite willing to test his theory that Rooster would make him something if he just asked.

CHAPTER 12

[arrow-translates]

No Matter What TRANSLATIONS [The Cat's Whiskers]

【SAIMON】 【YOHEI】 【RYU】 【SHIKI】

(See end for translation notes.)

Shut the fuck up about the past already

How about you focus on the way things are now

Keep your precious friends out of your sadist routine

I’d take all your pain and deal with it, easy

Wielding my swag like a well-honed blade

Cut apart the negativity with my world-class skills

Take your fake fashion show someplace else

Musical chairs, we’ll fight head-on to snatch the crown

Though daily struggles hunt you down endlessly,

the evening star still shines down from the twilight sky

Cosigning to oblivion allows us to move forward

Months and years passing will surely bring me peace

Boundless tolerance, for all things in nature

So precious yet so fleeting, life goes on

We weave this pitch-black world’s history

Irreplaceable, so together we’ll seize victory

Broaden your horizons, set yourself free

In this competition we’ll fight our way up!

We’ll keep honing our skills all day every day

Never surrender, hold your head high

Surge through the flow of current trends

In this competition we’ll fight our way up!

Be more than the sorrows you’d rather forget

Never surrender, hold your head high!

No matter what, what, what

Gather all walks of life together and protect them ‘til the end

No matter what, what, what

No one left behind, we’ll finally claw our way up

We gotta live it up, live it up

We can't get enough, get enough

Where there’s a will there's a way

You can see the light, with our music we’ll answer!

Yeah, you already know

TCW

Yeah yeah, let's go

Ryu-kun does whatever wherever he likes

Let’s see if my fortune-telling hits the mark

Can’t escape this trauma, it’s a game of cat and mouse

Am I just paranoid? Turn it on! Airplane mode!

Trudging down this path alone without ever getting stuck

Smoothly taking off from the runway

Don’t let the secrets slip, it’s classified info 

This moment is the most exciting of all!

Every time I fail I can feel my immaturity

The old me would have withered away

My throbbing heart creates its own rhythm

Through the beat, I feel my namelessness etched within

Although my legs still shake like a fawn’s,

I want to stand tall and move forward

He taught me how to have faith,

now the sign of the cross can soothe my guilt

Broaden your horizons, set yourself free

In this competition we’ll fight our way up!

We’ll keep honing our skills all day every day

Never surrender, hold your head high

Surge through the flow of current trends

In this competition we’ll fight our way up!

Be more than the sorrows you’d rather forget

Never surrender, hold your head high!

No matter what, what, what

Gather all walks of life together and protect them ‘til the end

No matter what, what, what

No one left behind, we’ll finally claw our way up

We gotta live it up, live it up

We can't get enough, get enough

Where there’s a will there’s a way

You can see the light, with our music we’ll answer!

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♡ TRANSLATION NOTES ♡

[1] Keep your precious friends out of your sadist routine

I assume he's vaguing Hajun here? This is the vs. BAE round after all.. Not a note on the translation I just think it's funny.

Everyone else is spreading positive messages and singing about their personal trauma and growth and Yohei's insulting these young adults like there's no tomorrow. But hey, whatever gets you hyped, man...

[2] Verse 2 [Saimon]

This is my first time translating any Saimon lyrics and I'm hoping I managed to convey his... verbosity in my translation.

The fact that Saimon, a language professor, has such wordy verses has always been one of my favourite things about TCWs music, so I wanted to portray that faithfully. Hopefully with time I'll get better at it, too.

[3] Don’t let the secrets slip, it’s classified info 

Ryu actually lists two things here, classified/top-secret info and management/administrative info. I couldn't find a way to fit both in in a way that doesn't sound awkward and I think classified encompassed both in end.

[4] This moment is the most exciting of all!

Yet again this isn't really much of a translation note but, this line in particular I like because Natsuki Hanae-san (the voice actor of Ryu) likes to play with this line at the live shows sometimes, changing the first bit to be the name of whatever venue they're at. Like Nissho Hall is the most exciting of all!

I worded it like this specifically because I wanted to be able to keep that for my own amusement. I love the seiyuu lives...

[5] He taught me how to have faith

It's not entirely clear who's doing the 'teaching' here but I assume it's religion/God.

But, really, this could be also be alluding to Saimon and Bar 4/7 overall. Shiki's character has a nice crossover between his literal faith in God, and faith in his friends and admiration of those who saved him. Long-winded explanation of why I tled it this way lol

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Alright so John Constantine gets a call from an ex… who owns part of his soul. (This is my Viking btw)

“John, I will give you your soul back if you do me a favour.”

“Uhh…”

“I will TELL you what they’re going to do to you when you die if you do this for me.”

“Aren’t they gonna just fight each other luv?”

“Don’t call me that and oh god you fucking DUMBASS.”

So John agrees and comes to see her. With her is a young boy in the shape of a 5 year old.

“John, you idiot, this is Danny Phantom. Crown Prince of the Infinte Realms. I need you to take care of him for a few years.”

Constantine goes brain dead and kind of splutters. Because WHAT?! But it’s legit.

Viking here was taking care of Danny but can’t anymore because the LOA took exception to her murdering Ra’s again by dismembering him while scattering his pieces and blowing up a Lazarus Pit so they’re hunting her. She has to take care of that. Danny was in her care as a favour to Clockwork because he was badly hurt during a fight with the GIW and so his parents got him to CW, and went to deal with it. Turned into a suicide run and killed them. Sam, Tucker and Jazz died to sadly, and now are ghosts along with the adult Fentons. But the Infinite Realms aren’t safe for Danny as Vlad is trying to take control as due to his injuries Danny had to be deaged.

Viking is really short on people to call. She’s an immortal Viking who fights for fun and has more enemies then friends. Constantine is the ONLY ONE she trusts.

Yeah she’s aware how sad it is. But she can’t give the kid to anyone else. Even the baby Revenant she fucks with isn’t a choice due to him subconsciously eating all the ectoplasm around him. Danny can’t fight that off. Meaning she can’t go to Batman.

So she has to get Constantine. So now he’s in charge of baby Danny. Of course he doesn’t want to but Viking reveals that “Before the injury Danny had to do paperwork for the Realms and got so annoyed at your soul bullshit he declared he’d give people a 10 year tax reduction for your soul. He owns all of it now. And if Vlad manages to get the throne your soul will belong to him.”

A crazy ghost obsessed with control or a boy who went: I dunno I’ll make him like… clean shit? Who knows. I’m done with his bull.

Yeah not much choice. So now John is in charge of Danny!!

Other notes:

- Danny remembers and doesn’t remember being his proper age. He’ll remember more when he’s older though.

- Danny is a little shit as a child whose embraced the feral Racoon life.

- Viking routinely gets chased by the LOA, usually though it takes a few years after she’d murked Ra’s. It’s been 5 since and he came back way to early. She’s gonna drop his head into the ocean next time. She’s also going to get her own body chopped up but she’s going to make it hell for them first.

- I like the idea that Constantine went and spoke to Batman about backup for this. Batman was on the watchtower, heard Constantine was talking to an old ex. He decides to put speakers on and listen in with the rest of the JL for shits and giggles.

- Batfam is also listening in.

- Constantine didn’t actually know what a Revenant was, getting them confused with Remnant which to be fair are kind of similar. Everyone else actually did to. Viking finds it funny.

- This is how Jason learns he’s one to and that he has to kill the Joker to actually die. He’s a little smug that Bruce has to let him do it now or damn him to walking the world.

- Constantine being the dad of the next Ghost King is both hilarious to everyone and terrifying but really: he’s the ONLY ONE other then Batman who can do it as Gotham is heavily protected thanks to *hand wave* and no one else has as much history with the occult like he does. Or as many fingers in pies or whatever the saying is.

[thebetawolfgirl]

Bonding Time pt8

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: Mother finds out. SMUT!!!

A/N: Enjoy!

Bonding Time pt8

After an amazing week with just the two of them Timmy and y/n were heading home in the car. Y/n was listening to her voicemails and reading her text messages from the past week she had missed because she and Timmy had both turned their phones off, y/n listened to the voicemail from her mother left her the day after she left telling her to call her right away. Five more followed stating she needed to talk to her that she had just spoken to Sarah and her friend had told her something she didn’t quite believe and wanted y/n to set her straight.

‘I think my mother knows.’ She turned to Timmy as he drove the car he took a quick glance at her frowning before concentrating on the road again. ‘My dad blurted it out didn’t he?’

‘No, she said she spoke to Sarah.’

Timmy gripped the steering wheel tightly until his knuckles turned white and gritted his teeth. ‘Fucking bitch!’ He muttered under his breath.

Y/n lays her hand on his shoulder comforting him as best she can as they reach the city.

‘We will figure something out baby.’

She assured him gently and his grip on the wheel loosened slightly.

‘We need to deal with her. She can’t keep interfering like this.’

Y/n nodded and put her phone back in her bag and changed the subject so as not to get him even more frustrated.

Timmy was thinking what he was going to do about Stacey, she was still texting him all the time and he still hadn’t called her yet. He knew he didn’t want to be with her anymore since he realised he loved y/n, but if he was being honest he had lost any interest in Stacey a while ago.

They arrived at y/n’s apartment and Timmy helped her in with her luggage before heading to his own apartment to unpack his own things.

The time alone let y/n contact her mother and have that awkward talk with her. She still couldn’t care less about what her mother would think of her relationship with her step brother, and she would find out eventually but she was just pissed off that she found out from Sarah.

Who y/n knew was so jealous it was actually bordering on sad and pathetic. She dialled her mother’s number and waited before she heard her mother pick up.

‘Y/n is that you? Where have you been? Why haven’t you answered any of my calls?’

‘Sorry mom I turned my phone off while I was away.’

‘Well, what is this thing Sarah was telling me about? You and Timothée are together? Like, she saw you two kissing in the street?’

‘Yes mom, Timmy and I are together. I’m sorry you had to find out from a mentally unstable woman like Sarah. But, she wasn’t happy when she found out about us.’

Her mother sighed into the mouthpiece of her phone listening.

‘Well I must admit I’m not thrilled at this, but I can hardly stop you two from continuing.’

‘We love each other mom.’

There was a pause ‘Really?’

‘Yes and we wouldn’t stop seeing each other even if you and Greg disowned us.’

‘Yes I already know your step father’s outlook on this revelation. Sarah wasn’t too pleased with either of our reactions when she told us.’

‘How do you mean?’ Y/n asked as Timmy walked through the door.

‘Well, when she told us about you and Timothée I didn’t really give any response. Well at least not the response she was expecting. I just simply told her you were both adults and you certainly weren’t going to listen to me if I were to tell you to stop doing what you were doing. She wasn’t happy.’

Y/n smirked as Timmy wrapped his arms around her waist before sitting down pulling her to sit on his lap.

‘Timmy just walked in mom.’

‘Hi Elaine, sorry you had to find out this way.’

‘Oh don’t worry, and don’t worry about your father. He seemed to come round when Sarah showed up at the house uninvited. She always was a very…..’

‘Rude?’ Y/n finished.

‘Yeah.’ Elaine replied exasperated.

‘And always inviting herself to occasions she WASNT invited too.’

Y/n chuckled as Timmy rolled his eyes shaking his head.

‘So you’re okay with this? About us?’ Y/n asked.

‘Of course. It’s not like you’re related to each other. So it’s hardly illegal!’

Y/n smiled and leaned back against Timmy as he kissed and nipped her shoulder.

‘Thanks mom.’

‘Anytime sweetie, now I have to go because Greg just stepped out of the pool and I find myself very hungry.’

‘No! For Christ sake Elaine! That’s my father!’

Y/n giggled at the look of disgust on Timmy’s face before laughing outright.

She cut the call quickly as y/n continued laughing before Timmy bit down on her neck lifting his hips against her ass. She turned and smacked his chest hard but he only grabbed her by the throat like old times and pushed her back against the sofa cushions pinning her down and began kissing down her neck. She grabbed his wrist trying to wrench his hand from her throat when he grabbed the collar of her shirt and ripped it open causing her to gasp as the buttons scattered everywhere, she groaned as he groped her breasts through her bra.

She ground her hips against his growing bulge in his jeans and smirked hearing him stifle a groan, and ground harder rocking her hips against his getting the groan she wanted out of him.

‘You-‘

‘Bitch?’ She finished for him smirking.

He glared and shoved her face down on the sofa roughly and pulled up the skirt she was wearing ripping her panties off completely while undoing his jeans and pulling both them and his boxers down and rammed his dick into her hard and smirked hearing her muffled scream of surprise.

He grabbed a fistful of her long hair turning her face to the side and began rutting into her roughly forcing her body forward against the arm rest of the sofa.

He pulled her up on her knees, her back flush against his chest and whispered in her ear ‘Still chuckling little girl?’

She gasped out as he tugged her head back and shook her head ‘No’

He wrapped his arm around her waist stripping her of her shirt and bra while kissing her neck and thrusting into her from behind,

She moved her arm and wrapped it around his neck and turned her head to capture his lips and a rough kiss that he returned.

She ground her hips back against his as he continued to rut into her making him grunt against her mouth nipping her bottom lip and moved harder against her gripping her hips and digging his fingers into her skin where she knew he would leave bruises, they broke the kiss and he pushed her down and leaned over to kiss down her back kissing and biting her shoulders as he thrust harder going deeper into her as she dug her nails into the arm of the sofa when they came together panting heavily damp from sweat. He lay on top of her as they caught their breathes, and he moved his head against her skin and kissed over back and licked the sweat dripping down her spine making her gasp and turn over letting him kiss and nip her chest before reaching her neck and burying his face against her skin as she pushed his long damp hair from his face and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulling the fur throw off the back of the couch covering them with it.

Their clothes lay discarded on the floor, y/n couldn’t even remember when he tore her skirt off to get better access to her body, or his T-shirt or when he fully removed his jeans and boxers. She couldn’t remember anything but the feel of him inside her going deeper than he had ever gone.

He nuzzled her neck getting comfortable and she could feel his eyelashes flutter shit against her skin and moved to kiss his temple as they fell asleep.

Everyone that was important knew about them now. Y/n would ignore Sarah and her unhealthy obsession and her judgement, for now.

Emma would get over it. Timmy still had to deal with Stacey but y/n wasn’t too worried about that.

They had each other now, that’s all they needed.

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