#LETTING THE DAMN SHIP ACTUALLY EXPLODE

[lostcausezealot]

The Shipping Allegations

DESCRIPTION: In which fans are avid fans of RumiY/n and three months since their hiatus, HUNTR/X’s comeback and your new solo album didn’t help.

Romantic, Read with slight caution (It tackles the part with Celine and Rumi so)

Rumi x Celine’s daughter!Reader 

There are wave to earth lyrics

Celine’s A grade parenting

Not proof read

Helloooo! This is actually my very first fic and I'm very rusty. I hope you enjoy the fic :))

Three months later when HUNTR/X announced their hiatus, released a series of photos for their comeback

It was posted all over social media photo of you four, a solo pic of each of the members. All seems fine. 

Until a certain photo of you and Rumi.

Shipping allegations have always been in every fandom. There was nothing new to that, but they couldn’t help but take notice how the photo of you both looks like something too romantic to be true.

From the photoshoot, it was a photo of your arms on your knees, ducking your head while admiring the leader with such adoring eyes. While Rumi stared back at you, laughing.

Fans always knew that you two were close since day one. Before the group even came to be.

Fans noticed the rift between you and your mother three months ago. Right just after defeating Gwi-Ma.

And they definitely noticed how defensive you grew when people continuously target Rumi’s patterns.

“I don’t get it, honestly,” You spoke in an interview. “It’s Rumi’s choice to let her patterns show. It’s her own body, why do people we barely know get to decide what she wants?”

The fans went crazy about it.

It was normal for Mira and Zoey to speak out in defense of their leader, but you? You were the quiet and gentle one out of the four.

Daily HUNTR/X @dailyhuntrix

Aren’t we going to question how y/n, the one who usually goes with the flow of HUNTR/X defended Rumi LIVE ON INTERVIEW?!?!?!?!?

TILL IS SEEING HUNTR/X IN # DAYS @zomira

THE RUy/n IS STRONG TODAY GUYS

Zo | spoilers @Mirawife

What a fucking day this has been

It truly didn’t help that Mira and Zoey decided to join in.

MIRA @MiraHUNTRX

We just saw that right @Zoey    

| ZOE @ZoeyHUNTRX 

  Oh, we definitely did HELLO??

|| RUMI @RumiHUNTRX 

   What are you guys talking about…?

 ||| ZOE @ZoeyHUNTRX

       IT’S NOTHING ^ ^

It continued with videos of you and Rumi. 

“y/n and Rumi being hopelessly in love with each other for 5 minutes.”

That was the title of the video, and exploded.

The video had more views than their debut MV. Much to Bobby’s panic and Mira and Zoey’s delight.

Compiled from livestreams, backstage footage, fancams, interviews, and even stolen glances during concerts. 

The fandom had receipts, and they damn brought them.

Clip 1:

It was one of their scheduled livestreams, and Zoey and Mira were the ones in charge of it.

“Which one’s better, Romance or Abby?” Mira wanted to snarl with the question.

“Come on,” Zoey cheerfully grinned, “It’s just a question.”

“A question that can make Twitter explode,” Mira replied. “Both are unbearable.”

Right after she answered the question, the elevator opened, and lo and behold, you and Rumi entered the penthouse laughing at whatever the leader said.

Oh, and don’t forget the fact that they were holding hands.

The two looked over the two members with the livestream still on and immediately let go of each other.

“Oh! Mira, Zoey!” Rumi nervously laughed, “I didn’t know you were live!”

You jabbed her gut in response.

Clip 2:

It was a short clip of you and Rumi entering a boba shop. Clearly, paparazzi still have no sense of personal space, as the video kept going.

Just as Rumi is about to get her wallet, you hand your card to the cashier and pay for your order.

“Hey! I was supposed to pay!” Rumi exclaimed, the wallet still in hand.

“I was the one who asked you out,” You replied, grabbing the two drinks. “It makes sense that I pay, right?”

Rumi stayed silent before smiling, “Fine, but next time I’m the one paying.”

“Deal.”

Clip 3:

It was another livestream, and you and Zoey were the ones this time. 

The live was practically taken over with Zoey talking the most while you happily listened. 

Until a question appeared in the comments.

“Where did you get the ring in your necklace, y/n?” Zoey read out the comment.

“Hm? Oh!” You grabbed the ring while smiling, “A friend gave it to me.”

Zoey stared at you with a look while you confusedly stared back at her.

“What?”

“I actually don’t know where that necklace is from.” 

“Well, there’s a reason why you don’t.” 

The next day, fans found an old photo of Rumi wearing the same necklace. It wasn’t the same necklace.

And the fans knew it was a matching ring.

Clip 4:

It was a big night. HUNTR/X had just won Song of the Year at a major ceremony. Screams echoed across the stadium.

All four of you went up to accept the award. Zoey delivered the thank you speech, and Mira stood beside her.

You and Rumi were slightly behind them. Hidden from the camera angle.

Until one fan caught it on a side-angle shot.

You leaned close. Whispered something.

Rumi covered your mouth, laughing.

And then almost imperceptibly. You nodded.

Fans would later subtitle the moment with guesses:

"I told you we’d make it."

"Still think I don’t deserve you?"

"I always think we deserve each other."

Nobody ever got the real words. And you two never confirmed it.

Clip 5:

None of the clip was supposed to be leaked, really. There was a signed NDA. 

But of course, there will always be those types of people.

It was a celebration by the company in celebration of HUNTR/X's comeback. 

It was a blurry video of you and Rumi talking to each other, looking like in their own little bubble. 

It may be a blurry video, but the sight of Rumi taking your hand to kiss it was clear as day.

And shockingly, two of the members don’t know anything about the clip.

And then came your solo album. Fans were surprised.

They weren’t surprised by the fact that it was full of love songs. It was the fact that it didn’t sound like HUNTR/X at all.

It didn’t sound like Pop. It definitely didn’t sound like Kpop. It sounded like Indie Rock.

“It was kind of just a little side project.” You smiled. “A friend helped me with the lyrics.”

You are my sea, you are my sunshine

The star, the moon

Since when did a friend help with lyrics like that? 

And it kept going too.

Daisy, every time I see you, 

My day is getting coloured

If I could be by your side

I’ll give you all my life, my seasons

When you spoke to me

The words are like a flowing star

Suddenly, a TikTok from HUNTR/X with you 

“There’s a rumor that your solo album was inspired by someone special. Want to tell us who?” You read it out loud while reading the comment.

“I think anyone who listens already knows,” Your forehead was only shown in the video,o but fans could hear Mira and Zoey asking, well, practically screaming on who it's about.

“When are we going to tell them?” You suddenly asked while playing with Rumi’s hair.

“They know,” Rumi replied back eyes still closed. “They’re just waiting for us to tell them.”

“I mean the fans,” You softly smiled.

“They’re just waiting for us to tell them,” Rumi repeated the same words before laughing, “I mean, have you seen the theories on Twitter?”

“I saw one where it said we switch one of our shoes so that we can be matching,” Rumi scoffed in response before laughing.

She finally opened her eyes, staring right back at you, her eyes always shine so bright you thought.

The breaking point was a leak of a series of photos taken by a fan.

It was raining heavily, and the streets were empty. Except with you and Rumi.

From the photos, the two of you look like you were arguing. It looked like a very bad argument. 

Until the last photo was you softly holding her cheeks, Rumi’s hand holding your chin, and kissing you without a care in the world.

Fans went wild. No, fans went crazy. They went rabid at the photo, people were talking about it left and right.

God bless your PR Team because the moment the photo was leaked, they went to work.

The photo wasn’t even going to be leaked. The photo was leaked because someone hacked into the fan’s iCloud.

“Don’t you get it?!” Rumi yelled. The rain poured harder, and she clutched her arm. “This is what I am!”

“I know!” You yelled while softly placing your hand on her arm. “I know! And who cares?!”

This all started because Celine went to the penthouse unannounced. Looking for Rumi. In turn, it sent Rumi into a spiral the moment Celine finally left. 

She suddenly ran from the group, and you chased after her.

“Celine should’ve done what I asked her to!” Rumi’s eyes were wide as if she were being hunted down. 

You knew what she was trying to say. You saw it happen. You saw her kneeling, holding out the sword, while you seemed so far away, trying to run and get the sword away.

“Rumi-!” You called her out before getting cut off.

“I could hurt you!” Rumi yelled back, one of her eyes turned yellow, her patterns glowed purple in discomfort, “Why do you still love me when I’m like this?!”

How Ironic when one month ago, she asked your mother the opposite.

You softly grabbed the hand that was nitpicking her arm before kissing it, “Because you’re you…”

“Even with the patterns…” You couldn’t tell if the water from your cheeks was from the “You look beautiful…”

“You are beautiful…”

That seemed to finally get Rumi into her senses as she slowly started to calm down as you continued.

“You don’t need to hide it…” Both of your hands grabbed her cheeks, “You aren’t a monster. You aren’t a mistake.”

You could faintly see Rumi’s tears flowing down as you softly smiled.

“You’re Rumi.” You concluded, letting out a breath, “You’re the girl I fell in love with all those years ago.”

Rumi looked at you with wide eyes while you looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

What can she do other than kiss the lips that she so adored.

“I know that we’re going to have arguments,” You sneezed into the tissue, “But can we at least have it indoors?”

After the incident, the next day, it left sick. Fortunately, thanks to Rumi being half-demon, she didn’t get sick at all.

“Sorry…” Rumi murmured while placing the egg soup beside the bed, “At least, this is my way of making up to you.”

You hummed in response, “I saw the photos.”

Rumi stopped her movements before continuing, “Are you mad?”

“No,” Rumi looked over to see you smiling, “I’m glad people know now, and besides…”

You opened your phone to show your wallpaper with a teasing smile on your face.

“It’s a good wallpaper.”

A week later, there was a joint post from both of your accounts. It was both of you wearing the same ring on both of your hands, a smile on both of your faces with a captioned post.

the friend who gave me my in question isn’t just a friend, btw

P.S. no it's not a wedding ring

[inseobts]

I Hate Goodbyes - pt.2

law × fem!reader

part 1

once you go back to your brother luffy and the strawhats, you and law meet again in punk hazard.

a/n: wanted to include reader in the body swap scene, so I hope I didn't mess to much the other characters, in case let me know lmao

words count: 4.9k

tags: punk hazard arc, body swap, slow burn, angst, emotional tension, drama

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The ice crunches under your boots as you walk behind Nami.

“This place sucks,” Sanji mutters “Freezing, weird, and we’re following a kids’ scream?”

Chopper nods, his breath puffing in the cold “Something’s wrong here. All this… It’s not normal.”

You stay quiet. Not because you don’t agree, but because your heart is racing.

You feel it.

That energy.

His energy.

“Hey,” Franky says, raising his mechanical arm “Got movement up ahead.”

Then you see him.

White and black hat. Long coat. Cold eyes.

Trafalgar Law.

He steps out from the mist like he owns the world.

He’s actually having a fight or something with Smoker but then his eyes land on you.

You freeze.

So does he.

Your stomach turns. It’s been months since you left his ship. Left him. Not because you wanted to, but because you had to. Your brother needed you.

Now, Law’s face shows nothing. Nothing at all.

But you know him.

And that nothing is louder than a scream.

“Law...” you whisper.

His fingers twitch. Just slightly.

“Chambres.” (???)

Everything explodes in blue light.

“What—?!” Sanji yells.

The world spins.

Your body is yanked sideways. Your vision warps. Your chest is suddenly heavier, your legs shorter.

You crash to the ground.

“What the hell?” you shout, only… it’s not your voice.

High. Panicked.

Chopper’s voice.

“Hey” Nami gasps “Where’s my cig?!”

You look up and see your own body blinking in confusion.

He did it. He actually did it.

He switched you with Chopper.

Sanji (in Nami’s body) is yelling. Franky’s checking his arms. Everyone is freaking out.

But your eyes are on him.

Law stands there, calm.

Emotionless.

Not even looking at you now.

Just past you.

Like you’re not even there.

Your voice breaks “You really couldn’t face me?”

No answer.

Just silence “Coward.”

You’re sitting awkwardly on a rock, Chopper’s tiny legs swinging.

Nami (still in your body) sits next to you, arms crossed “This is getting ridiculous.”

“I want my nose back.” Chopper grumbles from Sanji’s tall frame.

You barely hear them.

Your eyes are locked on the entrance. You can feel your heartbeat, fast and too hopeful. You shouldn’t feel this way. Not after what he did.

But… here they are.

Luffy walks in first, grinning “Hey guys! Good news!”

Behind him is Franky.

And right behind them Law.

You try to stay still. You really do.

But when Luffy says, “We’re teaming up with Traffy! He’s cool, don’t worry!” something inside you just breaks.

You slide off the rock and run, tiny reindeer legs wobbling, hooves hitting the snow.

“LAW!”

He turns, confused... just in time for you to slam into his leg and hug it tight.

“I thought—” you hiccup, tears in your eyes “I thought you hated me now.”

Law blinks.

Then realization hits him.

It’s you.

His eyes widen a little.

He looks down at you, clinging to his leg in Chopper’s tiny form, sniffling, smiling, voice shaking.

He goes stiff. Then immediately looks away, jaw clenched.

“Shit.” he mutters under his breath.

Because he forgot.

He really forgot just how bad he is at handling you. And now you’re crying and cute and small and hugging him, and worse... you’re in the cutest damn animal on the ship, and he can feel Chopper’s soft fur against his coat and it’s so dumb and so not the time and he did this to himself.

He stares at the rock wall like it’s the only safe place left.

Luffy tilts his head “Wait… why is Chopper hugging Law?”

Nami (in your voice) squints “No. That’s not Chopper.”

The rest of the crew goes quiet.

Very quiet.

You sniff again and look up at Law “You didn’t answer.”

He still doesn’t look at you, but his voice is lower now “I don’t hate you.”

That’s it. Just that. But your smile gets wider. You hug him tighter.

And Law tenses like someone just stuck a knife in his heart.

Franky leans toward Sanji (in Nami’s body) “Do they… know each other?”

Sanji stares “Since when?!”

Chopper (in Sanji’s body) gasps “Wait, I had no idea you two were—!”

Luffy scratches his head “Wait… does that mean Traffy is my brother-in-law?!”

Law exhales like he wants the sea to swallow him whole.

“ROOM.” Law’s voice echoes in the hall.

The blue sphere expands one more time, humming softly.

Your chest tightens. The feeling of being pulled again in your body shifting, soul snapping back into place, it all happens in a blink.

Your knees nearly buckle.

You reach up and yes. Your hands. Your voice. Your body.

Chopper blinks, now back in his own form, and quickly jumps away from Law’s leg like he touched fire.

“Oh no—I—I wasn’t hugging you!” he shouts, face bright red “That wasn’t me!”

Franky squints “Wait. So... Y/N?”

You stand still. Frozen.

He’s staring at you. Eyes sharp, searching. Like he’s checking if you’re real. If you’re still his in some unspoken way.

You stare back. Neither of you says anything.

Your heart is pounding so loud, it’s hard to hear.

You want to hug him (with your body). You want him to grab you first. Say something. Anything.

And you can see it in his eyes he wants to. His hands twitch slightly. His jaw tightens.

But then... voices.

“Okay, sooooo…” Sanji says, tapping his foot “Anyone wanna explain what’s going on?”

Nami raises an eyebrow “Because I’d really love to know why Y/N was crying and hugging Law like a lost puppy two minutes ago.”

Luffy grins “Oh, right! You trained with Traffy these past two years, I almost forgot?”

You blink at him. Here it comes.

Luffy tilts his head like he’s thinking real hard.

Then “Did you get married or what?”

The room falls dead silent.

Law almost chokes on air.

You snap your head toward Luffy “WHAT?!”

Luffy just shrugs “I mean, you were gone a long time. He’s kinda weird like you. Makes sense.”

Sanji’s eyes go wide “MARRIED?!”

Chopper gasps “I thought she just trained with him!!”

Usopp stares “Dude. What’s going on?”

Robin smiles softly “Interesting”

Nami grabs your arm “YOU DID WHAT?!”

Law takes a sharp breath and mutters under it, “I’m going to kill your brother.”

You’re blushing so hard your ears are on fire “We are NOT married! That has no sense!”

Law says nothing and he just keeps staring at the ground. Still doesn’t deny it.

And now they’re all looking at you both.

You hold your hands up like you’re surrendering to pirates. Which… technically you are.

“Okay! Okay!” you say quickly, voice tight “I’ll tell you everything before you all say something stupid again.”

The Straw Hats are still a mess of overlapping voices.

“Everything like what?!” Sanji demands.

“Wait, do you love him?!”

“Were you on his crew?!”

“Did you kiss?!”

You squeeze your eyes shut.

“Later,” you say firmly “I’ll explain it all, but later. I promise. This is not the time for it.”

You glance at Law. His eyes flick to yours. There’s a silent question there.

You answer it by stepping forward and grabbing his hand.

He freezes for half a second but lets you take it.

You turn to your crew “Don’t follow us.”

Luffy raises a hand “I wasn’t gonna—”

Nami grabs his arm “You were absolutely gonna.”

You don’t wait.

You walk, still holding Law’s hand, away from the questions, the stares, the noise.

You don’t say anything. Neither does he.

When you find a more private space, you stop.

Finally, you let go of his hand.

He opens his mouth, maybe to speak, maybe to say something cool or clever or distant, like he always does when he doesn’t know how to be real.

But you don’t let him.

You just step forward and wrap your arms around him.

Law stiffens for a second. Like he’s bracing for impact.

Then you feel the slow way he exhales, like he’s been holding his breath for years.

His hand comes up.

Rests on your back.

Then pulls you closer.

“…It’s really you...” he murmurs.

You nod against his chest.

No more hiding. No more silence.

You’re here. And you’re not letting go.

You stay wrapped in his arms a little longer.

His chest rises and falls under your cheek. Steady. Careful. Like he’s afraid to move too fast. Like you’ll disappear again.

You pull back, just a little.

Just enough to look at him.

He looks… tired.

Older. Like he’s been fighting everything alone for a long time.

And you know that look. Because you’ve worn it too.

“This isn’t what I meant,” you say softly, voice barely above a whisper “When I told you I’d come back to you.”

His brow furrows slightly. He doesn’t speak. So you go on.

“I imagined something different. I’d walk onto your ship, we’d talk like no time had passed. You’d scold me for something dumb. I’d pretend not to cry.”

You smile, but it’s a little broken.

“I didn’t picture… hugging your leg in Chopper’s body.”

His lips twitch. The smallest, most unwilling smirk “Could’ve been worse.”

“Oh yeah?” you challenge, tilting your head. “How?”

“You could’ve done it in your dumb brother's body.”

You laugh. Actually laugh. It’s short, shaky, but real.

His eyes soften just a little.

Then he looks away.

The air shifts.

He’s quiet again. Holding something back. He always does that when it matters.

So you ask gently, “Did you think I wouldn’t come back?”

He doesn’t answer at first.

“I didn’t let myself think about it.” he says.

You blink.

“I couldn’t afford to. Not with everything ahead of me. Not with Doflamingo. The Heart Pirates. My plan. I couldn’t…” His voice dips “I couldn’t afford to want you back.”

Your breath catches.

“But I did.” he says.

Just like that.

Not loud. Not dramatic.

Just the truth, finally spoken between four quiet walls.

You step closer again, heart pounding “We’re here now. Somehow.”

He nods.

Like he believes it. Like he’s afraid to.

You’re still standing close.

The quiet between you lingers, but it’s not awkward. It’s full of memories, distance, questions that never had time to be asked.

Law shifts his weight. Looks at the ground. Then at you.

“There’s something I should tell you.”

You tilt your head “What?”

He hesitates.

Then, like it physically hurts to admit it, he says “I didn’t want this alliance.”

You blink “What?”

“Not because I don’t need it. I do.” he says “Luffy’s strong. One of the strongest I could ask for.”

You nod slowly, confused “Then why?”

His jaw tightens “I didn’t want it because you’re here.”

That makes your stomach drop.

He goes on “If something happens to you, I’d be the one who led you into it. I’d blame myself.”

Your heart sinks deeper.

“I can face Kaido, Doflamingo, Marines. But I can’t—” His voice drops “I didn’t want to risk you. I panicked as soon as I saw you here, and... I’m not one to panic.”

You stare at him.

It’s meant to be sweet. Protective. But it hurts.

You nod, just once “I get it.”

You do, but it still stings that he doesn’t see you as someone who can handle it. Who can fight. Who already has.

He watches you.

He sees the little shift in your face. The way your shoulders lower. The quiet drop in your eyes.

You don’t say anything else. Just turn away and start walking toward the crew.

Later, as the Straw Hats and Law gather around a rough map of Punk Hazard, you sit near the back of the room, listening, but quieter than usual.

You feel Law’s eyes on you more than once. He doesn’t say anything. Not yet.

As the meeting wraps, Chopper comes bouncing over “Okay! Ready to go with Law and me for recon?”

You nod, standing slowly.

Law steps forward like he’s just going to walk past you. But then he stops. Reaches out and gently cups your face in both hands.

Your eyes widen.

He leans in slightly, voice low “I do trust your strength. I was just scared to lose it.”

Your breath hitches.

Soft. Sincere.

But behind you...

“Oh my god...” Nami whispers.

Sanji chokes “WHAT—HEY—WHAT IS THIS?!”

Luffy, with his usual volume “Whaaat? They’re touching faces!”

Robin sips her tea “How romantic.”

Franky fist-pumps “SOFT-CORE ACTION!”

Law’s eye twitches.

He drops his hands immediately and mutters, “I’m never doing anything in public again.”

But you’re smiling now and he doesn’t regret it.

You’re standing near, wind tugging at your hair, watching as Law and Chopper prep to leave.

Chopper’s already hopping around with his little satchel of supplies, goggles pushed to his forehead.

Law’s mostly silent, checking over his gear. Calm. Focused. Cold, as always.

And yet, when he glances your way, he lingers.

You walk over, slow but sure.

“I’m not coming.” you say.

Chopper stops mid-hop “Huh?”

Law looks at you fully now.

“I’d be a distraction.” you add quickly, hands in your pockets “Not because I’m upset. I’m not. But you and Chopper need to move quiet. I get that.”

You mean it this time, and for once, Law doesn’t argue.

He just studies you for a second, like he’s surprised. Like maybe he thought you’d push to go anyway. Be stubborn. Be loud.

But you don’t.

You just meet his eyes.

“I trust you,” you say “So… go.”

He nods once but before he turns, he reaches under his coat.

You blink.

He pulls out a thin black cord, a necklace. The metal charm at the end glints faintly in the sun.

Your breath catches.

It’s yours.

The small token you left with him when you left.

You didn’t thing he would’ve wore it, but here it is.

He lifts it up slightly so you can see.

“I didn’t forget.” he says, just loud enough for only you to hear.

You swallow hard. Your throat tightens, but you don’t cry.

Instead, you smile.

Simple. Warm.

“I know.”

He tucks it back under his shirt and turns away without another word. And this time, when he walks off with Chopper, you stay behind.

Strong, and steady, and not a distraction at all.

The Thousand Sunny rocks gently on calm seas.

For once, no one’s shouting. No cannonballs. No chaos. Just the sound of the wind and a soft tension that hangs over the deck.

They’re all gathered... Luffy, Nami, Zoro, Usopp, Robin, Franky, Chopper, Brook. You. And Law.

Everyone’s focused on the map spread out across the table. Law’s gloved finger traces the line between two islands.

“Dressrosa,” he says, calm as ever “That’s where Doflamingo is. And where we take the next step.”

You’re sitting beside Robin, watching him. Not with awe, but with a kind of quiet, private, closeness. Luffy’s next to Law, elbow on the table, chin in his hand like he’s trying to act serious for once.

“So what do we do there?” Luffy asks “Beat him up?”

Law lets out a breath “Yes. But not immediately.”

He begins laying out the plan: destroy the SMILE factory, cut Doflamingo’s underworld supply, expose his control over the island.

The crew listens, but their glances shift. You feel it. Every now and then, someone looks at you, then at Law. Nami. Sanji. Even Zoro, subtle but not blind.

They’re still wondering. Still waiting to ask.

You avoid eye contact. Try to stay focused on the plan.

But Law notices.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t reach for you. Just pauses at one point mid-sentence, glancing your way.

Later, when the meeting breaks and everyone begins to move, Luffy already yelling about food, Chopper running off to grab medical supplies... Law steps beside you.

Not close enough to touch.

Just close enough to speak low.

“You alright?” he asks, quiet.

You nod “I’m fine.”

He watches you.

“…You still think I don’t see you as strong.” he says, like he’s reading your thoughts.

You shrug one shoulder “I’m not thinking about that right now.”

Law’s silent for a moment.

Then, casually but only after checking that no one’s nearby, he leans just slightly closer.

“I want you with me at Dressrosa,” he says “That’s why I brought this plan to your crew. Your crew.”

You blink “Not just because of Luffy?”

His mouth twitches “He’s… helpful. But reckless.”

You raise an eyebrow “And I’m not?”

He actually smiles, just a little “You’re reckless with a plan.”

You laugh under your breath. And for a second, the weight between you lifts.

It’s late.

Most of the crew’s asleep. The Sunny sways gently under the stars, and everything feels calm, but your chest is tight.

You can’t sleep.

You sit outside near the rail, knees pulled up, arms wrapped around them.

It’s not the plan that’s bothering you.

It’s him.

You hear footsteps behind you. Light. Measured.

He doesn’t say your name.

Just walks up and leans beside you on the rail.

You don’t look at him right away.

“I was wondering when you’d come find me.” you say quietly.

“I could say the same.”

A pause. Then he breaks the silence “You’re thinking about Dressrosa.”

You nod, slow.

“And you...” you add “Mostly you.”

He says nothing to that.

But you go on, voice lower now “I keep remembering what you told me. About Corazon. What Doflamingo did to him. What he meant to you.”

Law’s head lowers slightly.

You finally turn to face him “I know this isn’t just strategy for you. It’s not just about the factory, or Kaido, or alliances. This is personal.”

He exhales. Sharp. Quiet.

You take a breath that feels too big for your chest “Law, I know you. I know you’ll do anything to take him down. Even if it kills you.”

His eyes flick toward you. Just slightly.

But he doesn’t deny it.

That scares you more than anything.

You lean in a little, hands tightening around your knees.

“I don’t want to lose you,” you say, voice breaking just a bit “Not to him. Not to revenge. I know how much he took from you. I know you think this is your duty. But if you throw yourself away to win, then—he still wins.”

He stares at you. His face is calm, like it always is. But his fingers clench into the wood of the rail.

You don’t cry, but it’s close.

“I just got you back,” you whisper “Don’t make me say goodbye again. I hate goodbyes.”

The silence stretches.

Finally, he says soft, rough “You really think I’d leave you behind?”

You nod, eyes shining “If it meant killing him? Yes.”

He’s quiet again.

Then, carefully, he reaches out.

Not a dramatic grab. Just his hand steady finding yours.

Fingers threading through.

“I don’t know what happens at Dressrosa,” he says quietly “But I promise I won’t go down with him.”

You squeeze his hand “I’ll hold you to that.”

The night is quiet.

Your fingers are laced with his, his hand warm, calloused, strong. But still, there’s something gentle in the way he holds you. Like he’s afraid you’ll pull away. Like he’s still learning what it means to be held like this.

You both watch your joined hands in the moonlight.

And then, quietly, you say, “This is the first time we’ve done something like this.”

He tilts his head slightly, eyes flicking to you.

You nod at your hands “Something so… intimate. That isn’t a goodbye.”

He says nothing, but his grip shifts. Tighter.

“Not like last time.” you murmur “When we kissed two times and both times because I was leaving.”

Your voice is soft, almost like you’re afraid saying it will break the moment.

But it doesn’t.

He turns to you, his dark eyes steady “That wasn’t just a kiss.”

You meet his gaze.

“It was all I had.” he says.

And that hits something deep in your chest.

You look down again, your thumb brushing lightly over his.

“It wasn’t enough for me,” you whisper “I wanted to stay more with you.”

“I know.”

Silence again, but now it’s full. Full of things unsaid, and things finally being felt.

You lean your head against his shoulder, slow and careful.

He lets you.

No tension. No shyness.

Just warmth, and the sound of the ocean, and the feel of his heartbeat near your ear.

Not a goodbye.

Not a distraction.

Just this.

Together.

Morning on the Sunny is always loud, but today, it’s extra.

You sit at the table, eyes still sleepy, wrapped in your jacket. The crew’s slowly filtering in: Zoro yawning like a lion, Usopp arguing with Luffy over who gets the bigger piece of bread, and Sanji dancing around the kitchen like a man on a mission.

“Ah—Y/N-chwaan~!” he sings as he places a plate in front of you, steam rising from your favorite dish “Made it just the way you love it! It''s been a while since I last made it.”

You smile, touched “Thanks, Sanji. It smells amazing.”

But before you can take your first bite, Law, who’s seated across the table with his usual neutral expression, casually says, “She doesn’t eat it like that anymore.”

The whole room stills.

Sanji freezes mid-spin.

You blink “…Huh?”

Law gestures faintly with his chopsticks “You stopped adding sauce after that time it upset your stomach, remember? You’ve been eating it plain since then.”

You stare at him.

Sanji gasps like he’s been stabbed.

“W-WHAT?! That can’t be true! Y/N-chwaan—tell me it’s not true! I know your tastes better than anyone!!”

You cover your mouth, trying not to laugh “Sanji, it’s fine—”

“HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN WATCHING YOUR EATING HABITS?!”

Law doesn’t even flinch “Two years, give or take.”

Sanji drops to his knees like his entire worldview has shattered “Betrayed… by seasoning…”

The rest of the crew is now wide-eyed, glancing between you and Law like you’re an unsolved puzzle that suddenly makes sense.

Nami leans forward, arms crossed “Okay. That’s it. What’s going on? Like... officially?”

Usopp points a dramatic finger “Yeah! Since when does Traffy know you better than us?!”

Brook tilts his skull “Yohoho… are you in loooove~?”

Zoro just mutters, “Obviously something was weird about that leg-hug.”

Luffy shovels more food in his mouth, looking between everyone “Yeah, are you gonna admit you’re together?”

All eyes land on you.

You lower your fork slowly, sigh.

Then, finally, you say “…Yes.”

Half the table explodes.

“WHAT—”

“WHEN?!”

“HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!”

You hold up your hands “It’s not a secret, okay? Just... let me explain.”

The noise calms slightly.

You glance at Luffy, who’s still chewing like none of this matters.

And softly, you add, “I didn’t tell you guys because I didn’t want to disappoint him.”

Everyone quiets.

You look down at your plate “I’m his sister. He’s the future Pirate King. I thought… if he found out I cared about another captain, maybe he’d think I wasn’t serious about the crew.”

You don’t notice Law’s eyes on you then soft, serious, unreadable “I didn’t want him to think I’d choose anyone over him.”

You glance at Luffy again.

He swallows, then looks up at you and says “That’s dumb.”

You blink.

“I’d never be mad at you for liking someone,” he adds, grinning wide “Even if it’s Traffy.”

“…Even especially if it’s Traffy?” Zoro mutters with a smirk.

Luffy shrugs “He’s strong. You’re strong. You’re weird together. It fits.”

You smile, heart lighter.

Sanji, from the floor, sniffs “…I still made her food wrong…”

Franky pats his shoulder “You’ll recover, bro.”

You sigh.

“They’re not gonna let this go, huh.” you mutter at Law.

He doesn’t answer, but you see his eye twitch slightly.

You glance over your shoulder and say, “There’s more to the story, you know.”

That gets everyone’s attention.

You add “There’s another reason why I didn’t say anything about it earlier.”

You smile faintly “I didn’t want Luffy to think I cared more about feelings than about getting stronger.”

Luffy tilts his head “…That’s dumb too.”

You laugh under your breath “Yeah, well. I was scared you’d think I wasn’t serious.”

Then, your voice lightens as you add, “Besides, it’s not like Law was great about it either. He kissed me for the first time just because I was leaving. And after we had a fight. Didn’t even talk to me for a week after that.”

You glance sideways at him.

“He broke my heart.” you say with a crooked grin.

The silence afterward is instant.

Then—

“WHAT?!” Sanji yells, fire already lighting in his eyes.

Zoro snarls, hand on his sword “Seriously, you kissed her and then gave her the silent treatment?”

Usopp’s eyes are huge “You monster! Who does that?!”

Nami slaps Law on the shoulder “You’ve got a brain, use it next time!”

Even Brook’s offended “Breaking a lady’s heart…! That’s colder than death, yohoho!”

Luffy jumps on his feet and glares at Law “Traffy! If you made her cry I’ll kick your ass!”

Law stay still, completely calm.

“…She’s joking.” he says plainly.

You hold up your hands “Guys, seriously! I’m joking!”

They pause.

You turn back to Law, still grinning “Okay, half joking. I cried for real though.”

Law side-eyes you “You’re lucky I didn’t kiss you after the fight.”

You blink “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He looks away like he regrets saying anything “Never mind.”

“Ooooh,” Nami whistles “He gets flustered now?”

Franky crosses his arms “Still not cool, dude.”

You shake your head, laughing now “He’s fine. Really. He’s just… emotionally challenged.”

“Seems accurate.” Robin adds with a rare smile.

Law groans quietly and stands to walk away like he’s done with everyone.

You watch him go, heart still light despite the teasing chaos.

Because yeah, it hurt back then. But it was worth it.

And this time you can spend some more time together, because okay you have wars to fight but at least now you’re not leaving and you already did the hard part, which was confessing.

Dressrosa appears on the horizon like a painting. Warm colors, elegant shapes, distant laughter echoing from the shore.

But none of that feels real.

Not yet.

The Sunny drifts slower now, just outside visual range. The crew’s scattered, prepping for the next phase. Weapons, disguises, plans. Luffy’s already yelling about meat.

You slip away from the noise.

You find Law standing near the railing at the back of the ship, overlooking the sea. His back is straight, but his hands are in his pockets. Calm, but tense.

You step up beside him. Quiet.

He glances at you, then back out at the water.

“…It’s almost time.” he says.

You nod “Yeah.”

The silence that follows is gentle. Like it’s waiting for something. You look at the island in the distance, then at him.

“You know,” you murmur, “every time something happened between us… it was always in a rush.”

He doesn’t say anything. But he’s listening.

Your fingers brush his softly, intentionally and this time, he doesn’t pull away.

You look up at him, voice quiet “We’ve never had something that wasn’t a goodbye.”

He turns his head toward you, eyes steady now. Searching.

“This isn’t a goodbye.” he says.

You smile “Exactly.”

And before either of you can talk yourself out of it, before nerves, or fear, or the weight of the mission can pull you back, you lean in.

So does he.

Your lips meet slowly.

No rush. No panic. No sadness behind it.

Just warmth.

His hand lifts to your cheek, steady and certain, and yours finds the front of his coat, fingers curling into the fabric like you’ve been waiting to do it forever.

He kisses you deeper then, still slow, still soft, but with something more certain behind it now. Something that says: I’m here. I’m not running. Not this time.

When you part, your foreheads stay close.

Neither of you speaks for a moment.

Then you whisper, “See? Not everything we do has to hurt.”

He exhales, and something about him softens.

“This,” he says, brushing his thumb along your jaw, “I could get used to.”

You smile, leaning into his hand “You better.”

You and Law stay by the railing, arms brushing, hearts a little steadier.

It’s quiet now.

The kind of quiet that comes after a storm.

The kind that says: we survived.

He speaks first, his voice low “We don’t know what’s waiting down there.”

You nod, eyes on the pink clouds curling above Dressrosa “We never do.”

Law turns to you fully, and this time, there’s no hesitation in him. His hand finds yours again but familiar now, like it’s where it belongs.

“But whatever happens,” he says, voice steady, “you’re not alone in it.”

You smile “Neither are you.”

You don’t say more.

You don’t have to.

Because the pain of the goodbye is just a memory now.

Because that rushed kiss, that regret, that silence, that second rushed kiss, they don’t define you anymore.

This does.

This quiet promise.

This slow, simple closeness.

The crew doesn’t call for you. They let you have this.

Maybe they understand now.

Maybe they always did.

You lean your head on his shoulder, and he lets you.

You stay like that as the Sunny sails forward, into whatever comes next.

[moominmanoneandonly]

Transformers relationships dynamics

StarFire

Skyfire: My Darling?! They could never do such a terrible thing. You must be mistaken

Starscream: *evil laughter in the background*

KOBD ( version)

Breakdown: I'm not good at a lot of things. You could do better with someone who actually matches your speed. I know not many bots consider me attractive. (My brothers told me)

Knockout: More for me!!! Also your buffing skills are like one good thing about this place, you ain't getting away from me big boy~

BulkJack

Wheeljack: Sooo I might or might not exploded Ratchet lab..

Bulkhead: Jaackie..

Wheeljack: It's becouse he called you an idiot

Bulkhead: Oo thank you.. you still shouldn't do that

Wheeljack: I also got you a gift! Would love to see you wreck something with it~

Cliffjumper/Arcee/Mirage

Cliffjumper: Hey guys!! Look at this. *the most stupid and risky stuff ever*

Arcee & Mirage: Damn, that's attractive.

(+Noah)

Mirage: GUYS, GUESS WHAT I GOT!

Cliffjumper & Arcee: Please not again.. They die out so fast

Blitzbee

Blitzwing: *trying to live his life, control cuteness agression*

Bee: *ready to drop the most Gen Alpha out of pocket pick up line ever heard*

MegOp

Megatron: You are not the bot i feel in love with..

Optimus: I ASURE you, I AM!

Megop Tfa (becouse it's a whole diffrent ship)

Megatron: You imprese me little autobot, you the best opponent i ever had. Strong enought to be my partner.

Optimus: I survived 50 years sharing a dorm with Sentinel, your threats ain't scrap

*also that one add about Milfs in your area*

MegaPax (AU)

Megatronus: Damn, I think i just took a wrong client last night. Tarn is gonna kill me for this.. At least he was pretty intresting to talk to.

Orion:I.just.meet.my.favorite.author.and.we.spend.a.whole.night.talking.together... oooh. RATCHET I MIGHT MESSED UP!

MegaRod

*the entire script of Scott Piligram vs the world movie*

MegaSound (au version)

Megatron: "I might like Soundwave, but he is in a bad situation right now and was objectified his entire life. I can't put him under such pressure" The match today was great.

Soundwave: "LET ME HAVE YOUR GODDAMN SPARKLINGS, I WAS LITERALLY PROGRAMED FOR THAT!" afirmative

[ultraimaginez]

Coping Skills

Sometimes the only cure for big feelings is a big dic-

Ship: Solomon (om!) x GN! Reader

CW⚠️: 18+ MDNI! hair pulling, praise, m!receiving oral, Solomon (he deserves to have his own warning)

Word Count: 1.4k

"Bad day, huh?"

The book that was in Solomon's hands moments ago is now somewhere across the room - thrown without so much as a second thought to where it might land amongst the chaos of his study. He looks up at you, bemused. "You know, there are a lot of cursed objects in here. If you're not more careful, you might hit something dangerous."

The only dangerous thing that you're concerned about in this moment is your temper. To your credit, you have been working on controlling it. You've actually made quite a lot of progress since you found yourself in the Devildom for the first time years ago; but there are still days you cannot fight the acidic lump of emotions that sits heavy in the back of your throat. Today, you feel like a time bomb ready to explode.

Luckily, Solomon is pretty good at grounding you in his own special way.

Now that his hands are free, you are able to straddle him. You tuck your knees on either side of his hips in the large armchair where he spends most of his evenings studying. Your eyes lock onto his stormy gray ones. After a few years of knowing one another, and now several months of living together in Cocytus Hall, the two of you have gotten good at communicating non-verbally. But that's never stopped Solomon from running his damn mouth.

"Want to talk about it?" He asks, signature smirk pulling at the corners of his lips as his hands immediately find your ass and squeeze. He knows that you will share when you're ready, but he also knows that talking is the last thing you want when you feel like this.

Wordlessly, you claim his mouth in a searing kiss that's fueled with an anxious, desperate energy you want out of your body as soon as possible. Your hands are in his silvery hair, trying to pull him closer. The kisses are too much teeth, too much nipping, but you can't stop the urge to try and crawl under his skin to escape your own. No matter how close you get, it doesn't feel like enough. Solomon's little close lipped smile is only making you more frustrated.

Long fingers tangle at the base of your scalp sharply tug at your hair. You let out a noise that you might find embarrassing under any other circumstance, but the dull pain grounds you back in the moment. There is a sense of relief in his firmness. The two of you pant hard trying to catch your breath. Your lips are so close, you know he can feel every heave you make for air. You wait a beat before moving to grab at Solomon again, but his hand tugs at your hair a second time and keeps you still.

Solomon's pale skin flushes a pretty shade of pink and his Adam apple bob against his skin in a way that makes you want to put your feverish lips along his neck. His tongue darts out to taste his lips without ever looking away from you once. He's clearly thinking - studying you closely as he gently moves your head side to side. His free hand comes up to wipe away the frustrated tears that have started to form at the corner of your eyes. He gently tuts and shakes his head. "My poor apprentice. I should be taking better care of you, hm?"

The strange thing about Solomon is that although he tries to sound sarcastic - voice overly saccharine in its mocking lilt- you can tell that he means it. He does feel responsible for taking care of you. It's his job. And say what you will about Solomon, but be takes his responsibility to you seriously.

Effortlessly, Solomon lifts you off his body and eases you to the floor between his knees. You speak for the first time all evening, unable to stop the urge to be bratty. "For an old man, you're pretty strong." He laughs and shifts so that he can spread his legs wider, accommodating your new position. "Always so mouthy, MC" He cups your jaw and runs a thumb along your bottom lip, smiling when you kiss his finger gently. "I can think of a better use for these pretty lips."

A thrill runs down your spine as Solomon reaches down to unbuckle his belt. The two of you maintain heated eye contact as he pulls down his dark jeans and sets his aching cock free. Your gaze is pulled lower, now mesmerized by the way his hard length is leaking against his lower abs, flushed an even darker shade than his cheeks and looking beautiful in the low light of the study. You can feel Solomon's eyes on you like a hawk as you move forward to wrap one fist around his base. He throws his head back and lets out a pleased hiss. "Mmm that's good. Show me how talented you are, sweet." His fingers find their way back into your hair, this time gentle when they twine between the strands.

Solomon has given you exactly what you need: an objective. The emotions of the day fade to a dull hum at the back of your mind as a new focus takes their place. To take apart "the witty sorcerer" with your mouth and hands until he cannot think straight.

Looking up at Solomon with big innocent eyes you place a sweet kiss to the head of his cock and bat your lashes. "Like this?" His fingers tighten at your scalp and you let out a pleased gasp at the tug. "Tsk, Tsk. Don't be a tease, MC." He chides before loosening his grip a bit so that you can move again. You smile up at him before wrapping your mouth around him properly. You tongue at his slit before teasing the sensitive spot on the underside of his dick you've learned makes him see stars as you gently bob your head. His eyes screw up immediately as he let's out a groan that goes straight to your ego.

Solomon has been with plenty of partners over the centuries. (With the exception of Asmo, he may have the highest body count of the millennium.) But he can't remember a single one of their names or faces anymore. Not when you're the only person who has ever made him feel this good. He briefly wonders if you can feel it to - the way your magic touches his when you have him this vulnerable and raw. It's never intentional but it happens every time you have your mouth on him and it feels like an electrical storm in his bones.

"So beautiful. So perfect. Can't believe I waited three hundred years for you. It's worth it. Worth the wait. Worth everything for that sweet fucking mouth." He's babbling incoherently as you take more and more of his length - reveling in the punched out little noises he makes every time you swallow around him.

It doesn't take long before Solomon is beginning to unravel. "MC..." your name comes out of his mouth breathless, so he tries again - this time fist tightening in your hair. "MC, I'm so close. Where do you want me?" He asks, giving you an opportunity to pull away and let him cum across your face or chest. Instead you hum contentedly around him, fingers digging into his thighs as you continue to pursue your objective with single minded focus - taking as much of him as you can.

"Fuck. I really can't tell if you're a demon or an angel or a human. You're so perfect and so fucking dirty. God you're incredible." The last word comes out like it's been forced out of his lungs as he finds his release. He chases the high, trying unsuccessfully to keep his hips still as you continue to swallow around him. Your hands on his thighs manage to keep him mostly still as you do your best to take everything he gives you.

When you're finished you look up at Solomon through half lidded eyes, slowly blinking contentedly. The earlier anger and frustration having been channeled into a much more pleasurable activity, you feel significantly calmer. You expect to find the sorcerer equally blissed out but his gray irises have become small rings around blown out pupils.

Before you can react, Solomon is reversing your position - placing you on the chair and falling to his knees. The world's most irreverent devotional. He places his hands on your knees to push your legs apart and takes his place before you. "MC, I hope you're not tired already. This night is far from over."

[satoruswifeyyyy]

lover, you should've come over (r. zoro x fem!reader)

epilogue #1: rhymes like dimes

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 epilogue #1

masterlist

official playlist

summary: reader and zoro are dating but it's not the same as before-something has changed.

the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the tangled mess of limbs beneath the sheets.

you stirred slightly, your bare skin pressed against zoro’s, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist as if even in sleep, he was afraid to let you go.

zoro’s breathing was steady, his face relaxed for once, his usual scowl nowhere in sight.

last night had been…

intense.

not in a rushed, desperate way.

not in a way that made them feel like they were making up for lost time.

but in a way that felt right.

slow, gentle, intimate.

like a silent promise.

you sighed contently, burying your face against his chest, his warmth lulling your back into a peaceful slumber.

zoro and you had found each other again.

and that was all that mattered.

“…where the hell is zoro?”

it was late morning, and the crew was concerned.

it wasn’t like zoro to just vanish, maybe he got lost but that wasn't the case....

“maybe he just needed some time alone,” robin suggested calmly.

“no way.” sanji exhaled his cigarette, looking unusually serious. “that bastard was acting weird for days. what if he—”

chopper gasped. “YOU THINK HE JUMPED OVERBOARD?!”

usopp’s eyes widened. “wait, WAIT, what if he actually left?! like—like, abandoned ship because of the breakup?!”

luffy, sitting cross-legged, frowned. “that doesn’t sound like zoro…”

“are we even sure he was on board last night?” franky asked.

brook nodded. “i checked the crow’s nest—he wasn’t there.”

“we’ve searched everywhere,” jinbei said, crossing his arms. “where else could he be?”

“…y/n’s room?” chopper suggested hesitantly.

silence.

the entire crew froze.

“…”

“oh,” usopp muttered.

“…”

“no,” nami said flatly.

“that’s…” sanji’s brain malfunctioned.

you barely came out... you had locked yourself up for the better part of the day.

first, they tried.

but then no one dared disturb you.

and there was no way in hell you were with zoro—right?

“maybe we should check…” chopper gulped.

nami shuddered. “nope. not it.”

usopp took three steps back. “yeah, no thanks.”

"e-even i have my limits,” franky muttered.

jinbei just sighed.

and then—

“I’LL DO IT!” luffy declared.

“luffy, WAIT—”

TOO LATE.

before anyone could stop him, luffy happily marched up to your door—

and knocked.

silence.

then—

the door cracked open.

and inside—

you and zoro were still asleep.

naked.

under a blanket.

cuddled shamelessly.

your (your hair colour) hair was messy, your bare shoulder peeking out from the sheets.

zoro’s arm was still wrapped around you, holding you close.

the crew froze.

luffy’s mouth dropped.

nami just sighed.

usopp choked.

sanji collapsed.

chopper’s face exploded in red.

franky screamed internally.

brook literally died again.

jinbei blinked. “well.”

robin smiled knowingly.

and then—

zoro’s eyelid twitched.

sleepy, grumpy, still half-asleep—he opened one eye.

saw them.

and groaned.

“get. out.”

SLAM.

the crew stared at the door.

silence.

then—

“…well, damn,” franky muttered.

“…i knew it,” robin chuckled.

luffy just grinned.

and from inside the room—you groaned, burying your face into zoro’s chest.

“…i hate everything.” you grumbled, eyes still shut and sleep-dazed.

zoro just sighed.

“…yeah.”

a/n: one more epilogue and then this series ends!! this was my very first series so yea felt nice.

[redgoldblue]

so assuming Avery is actually pregnant / doesn't early-trimester miscarry (which is not a given), there's two reasonable ways this can go, right. number one is she gets an abortion, the plotline is used to pull them all back together again, and they all have some collective hurt/comfort about it. number two, the one i would write - don't get me wrong, i'm all for women getting career-driven abortions, but hear me out - is the one where she does have the baby. under the cut bc it got long.

she goes to med school at first while pregnant - Max is right, it can be done, people in my cohort did it - and either gets lucky with the timing of the actual birth being during holidays, or just works her way to getting time off for a few weeks around it. And then... there's a baby. And you know what else there is? There's two dads (because we're 100% Mamma Mia-ing this bitch. they never find out who the bio dad is and they never seriously try. Baby comes out with Avery's exact skin tone so that's no clue.), and an entire cruise ship worth of backup babysitters. So Avery goes back to med school, and leaves the baby with Tristan and Max.

And, yes, raising a baby while also running an infirmary with a rotating cast of temporary substitute nurses filling Avery's role isn't the easiest thing they've ever done, but Robert loves fulfilling grandparent duties any time he's not on duty; Rosie gets one of those strap-on baby carriers and walks her (i don't know why i've decided the baby is a her but i have now) around the engine room pointing out parts and explaining concepts and hey, the baby never complains about her Michigan stories; Corey gets a cart and a bundle of clean sheets and pushes her down the corridors until the smell of laundry powder automatically makes her start laughing.

Max and Tristan make a pact to send Avery at least two photos a day - which ends up getting supplemented by everyone else who's with Baby - and FaceTime her most days, and whenever she gets a few days off she meets them in port. (The most expensive part of baby-raising ends up being her flights to wherever the Odyssey happens to be at the time, at least until Robert finds out and figures out a way to start paying her 'maternity leave', despite her insistence that the whole point of this is that she isn't maternity-leaving and he should probably be paying himself that and anyway, isn't she technically not an employee right now?)

And the thing is, during this time, Max and Tristan start... realising some things. Like how neither of them feel like they've lost their only partner, because they.. haven't. Like how the co-parenting's been working out better than either of them expected, because they fell instantly (minus a few minor bumps) into a shared rhythm. Like how sometimes they look at the other one holding Baby and feel like their heart's about to explode.

Also, they've both started sleeping in Max's bed. Because Baby's spent so much time sleeping in the corner of the infirmary that now if she wakes up at night and can't see both of them, she starts crying inconsolably. And obviously Max's suite is more suited to multiple inhabitants, and they're usually too damn exhausted to even remember the first time they were in this bed together.

(usually. most of the time. and when they're not, they don't make it the other's problem)

So at the end of the first year of this, the last two days of the year's last cruise have been packed with crisis after crisis after demanding patient after crisis, and as soon as they finally wave the last passenger off they hand Baby gratefully over to Robert and go crash out in Max's bed.

Avery was supposed to be meeting them on board tomorrow, but her last exam gets unexpectedly moved up by a day (believe me, med school loves to pull that kind of shit on you), so a couple hours after the passengers have gone, she shows up to surprise them. And finds Robert (a known ody3 shipper) first, who lets her take Baby with minimal captainly sulking about it, and while she rocks and kisses Baby, tells her (as a known ody3 shipper) that the two dads will be on the Pelican deck, but they're probably asleep.

Avery kinda frowns at him, but doesn't question it, and takes Baby up with her to Max's suite to find them. And they are both fast asleep, on either side of Max's bed with a space carefully preserved between them (because it's usually where Baby would be and they're both terrified of accidentally rolling onto her in the middle of the night). She's also exhausted after exams, so she crawls into it, lies on her back with Baby on top of her chest, and goes straight to sleep.

Tristan and Max wake up before her, and when they look across at each other, at Avery and Baby between them, they both simultaneously realise, oh. oh. oh, this - this three, two-and-half, four people, all together - this is it. this is the love, this is the children, this might even be the home - the second, third, fourth bucket list items to happen in this bed.

[evilminji]

ACTUALLY~☆ (Because I have apparently woken up and chosen violence)

Bigger Trash Ship! Greater Drama?

Ra's X Vlad! Love Story of the millennium! Not one with a good MORAL to it, but it Sure Is A Story!!! And people SURE ARE DYING!

LET THE FENTON PARENTS HAVE THEIR HOT SCIENCE SUMMER! Local Sexy Immortal with Assassins? Causing problems? Attempting to seduce their college friend to a LIFE OF EVIL AND CRIME (sexily) (probably with silks and fine wines) and send DEADLY NINJAS to steal their LIFES WORK! Threaten their kids! Action movie honeymoon take two!!

Wooooo! *the fentons high five as a League base explodes in the background*

Vlad out here trying to get over Maddie. Trying to prove himself he's a Strong Independent Half Ghost That Don't Need No Partner(TM). When? Oh No. OH NO(TM).

He's HOT.

He's got expertly styled hair, a rippling physique, a voice like God damned smoke and bourbon, honey and wine. He SMELLS GOOD. Stop that! Cease! Stop being so... so SUAVE! You CAD! Scoundrel! D:<

But! Ra's is like? "Good looking, immortal, Pit Blessed Being that can assist me in everlasting life? Is WILDLY into me, an excellent manipulator, yet also easy to manipulate? Will be obsessively loyal and loving? I literally see no down sides. Time to go manipulate him into being mine."

Because just ASKING THE DUDE OUT? Inconceivable. No, no. We gotta be weirdos about this. Threats and creepy presents. Kidnapping to fancy dates.

The worst part is Vlad is probably INTO all this and kinda deeply flattered.

Jack is horrified. Maddie says keep hi- I mean, Oh No! Not Vlad! You-! *checks notes* Bastards! Unhand our dear friend at once! *sees ninja* oooh! Look honey! Cannon fodder! Fun!

And where are the kids in all this?

Camp, probably. It's in the Zone. They left before it got weird and came BACK to... honestly? Either Vlad engaged or an immortals booty call. Both are equally traumatizing.

Their parents have ninja lab assistants now.

What? The Actual? Fuck???

@babbling-babull @hdgnj @hypewinter @nerdpoe @ailithnight @the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation

[delighteddistractions555]

LMK Incorrect Quotes 6#

It’s been a hectic week for our friends…

Red Son: I AM EVIL INCARNATE! ALL SHALL BOW BEFORE ME AS I UNLEASH MY RAGING WRATH UPON THE PATHETIC WORLD-

Nezha: Red!! I finished dinner! You either invite your friends to come inside or I’ll drag you in myself! 

MK: Wait a hot piping minute-did you move in with Nezha?!

Red Son: Uuuhhh-AHAHAHAHA!! I THE GREAT AND POWERFUL RED SON-

Nezha: Got kicked out by his dad for at least six months due to his latest workshop experiment exploding at least half of the DBK fortress. 

Red Son: ……

MK: ……..

Mei: ……Reminds me of when I was shipped to my aunt’s for a few months because I accidentally broke a “priceless” vase once. 

Nezha: Ahem. Red Son.

Red Son: Uuugghhh…. Would you two peasants care to join us for dinner?

MK: Yay! Free food and bonding time!

Mei: Heck yeah sure!! 

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Sun Wukong: Hey Erlang, I just stole some succulent peach wine from Heaven. Want some?

Erlang Shen: Oh man, I wish. 

Sun Wukong: Let me guess, the little lotus prince put you on an alcohol ban?

Erlang Shen: Siiiiiiiiiiiggghhh….

Sun Wukong: Ok three-eyes, how did you screw up this time? 

Erlang Shen: Apparently face-timing Nezzie while drunk when he’s with his friends and calling yourself his “daddy” and him “baby princess” are the quickest ways to get banned from liquor for a FULL YEAR. 

Sun Wukong: O-O…….

Sun Wukong: *Rolls over in uncontrollable laughter.*

Erlang Shen: Go ahead, LAUGH AT MY MISERY!!!

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Macaque: Heard you kicked out your son.

PIF: I beg your pardon?!

Macaque: I mean, isn’t he living with Nezha now?

PIF: What?! I just got back from a Girl’s Week with Chang’e and left my boys at home….

PIF: Macaque… Where. Is. My. SON?!?! 

Macaque: With Nezha. Since he got kicked out by his dad for accidentally destroying half of your guys’ home-

PIF: AND YOU ARE TELLING ME MY HUSBAND USED THAT AS A PATHETIC EXCUSE TO GIVE AWAY MY BABY BOY?!?! 

Macaque: Eeeerrr, I guess?

PIF: MOWANG YOU DAMN, FREAKING, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING COWHIDE!!! GET OVER HERE NOW!!!

Macaque: *Calmly watches as an infuriated Princess Iron Fan storms after her husband.*

Erlang Shen: Ooooohhh, wonder why princess is so pissed?

Macaque: *Evil grin.* I regret nothing. (:

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

MK: Give me a cookie!

Mei: And I’ll give you my heart!

Red Son: This is only the start to-wait, WHAT THE HECK ARE WE READING OFF OF?!?!

MK: Cookie Charm! It’s the latest hit song! 

Mei: ABOUT LOVE AND COOKIES!!!

Red Son: *Slaps his forehead.* Ugh! Why do I let you two idiots drag me into this stupid, peasant stuff!!

Mei: Because we would be totally horrible friends if we didn’t! :3

MK: It’s Friendship 101 to share all your cringy and addictive passions with your best friends!!

Red Son: …..Why the freaking flip is villainy less complicated than friendship?!?!

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Sun Wukong: I hate you.

Macaque: I hate you more.

Sun Wukong: I hate you so much that I rather watch you crumble before me instead of Erlang Shen.

Macaque: Oho! I hate you so much that I would gladly end the world so that you will have nowhere to live! 

Sun Wukong: Pfffft, pathetic! My hate for you is so immeasurable that not even the power of Primordial Chaos or Nuwa’s Color Stones could vanquish my unquenchable hatred for you!!

Macaque: Oh please, not even the ancients could protect you from my all-consuming black hole of hatred for you!

Sun Wukong: Heh, heh, if you think your mere hatred for me could possibly shield you from my superior embodiment of hatred. Then YOU are the greatest and doomed of fools to ever live-

Erlang Shen: And that kiddies, is a impeccable example of a toxic relationship. Everyone takes notes!

*MK, Mei, Red Son, Bai He, and Nezha jot down their notes.*

Sun Wukong: ……..

Macaque: ………

Sun Wukong: You know what, I actually hate Erlang more.

Macaque: Ditto. So do I. 

[twstfanblog]

Okay okay okay Howd Yuu rob Azul blind? What’d she do

Azul was actually her second choice. She WAS going to rob the royal family of the Coral Sea.

But instead, she met the Merchant of the Deep, The Sea Witch, Azul Ashengrotto. He controls the currents of trading vessels both above and below water. You may have same passage, but normally for a price.

Yuu took a mer potion that lasted a few days to scope out the castle in secret only to meet Azul as he and the tweels were doing their own secret shady dealings. Yuu lies, playing up her act of naive and new in town drifter who just wanted to see the castle. Flirty banter back and forth, and then they part ways.

But during the conversation Yuu manages to get the info that Azul is a merchant, he's much more important to the regions economy than anyone thinks he is, AND he can't hold his wine.

It's a gamble, but Yuu finds out where he stays and taunts a shark into attacking her. Azul hears the commotion and sees the cute woman from a day ago being chased by the local shark. He calls her over and is luckily in a good enough mood to not want his front lawn a blood bath so he lets her in.

Cue Yuu's favored method to rob cute men, seduce them!!! It's lots of sweet talk, Yuu asking so many questions about Azul's hobbies and just genuinely wanting to know about him. Yuu at a point tells Azul that she feels like her life could have been very happy if she had known him earlier.

Azul, now fully swooned by this woman, just asks her if she wants to stay the night. Yuu accepts and they rock the boat so to speak.

Azul wakes up the next day, hungover and has no idea why. The tweels showed up because Azul was hella late to their meeting and they thought he had died. Instead, they find multiple bottles of stolen opened wine under his sleep nook. Azul asks if they've seen a woman and the tweels state he's the only one in the house.

Freaking out, Azul starts checking EVERYTHING until he notices his conch shell necklace, the key to his safe, is GONE.

Yuu fucking cleaned that safe out, it's bare as a bone in there and Azul nearly explodes he's so pissed. But DAMN, she got him GOOD. He needs to fidn that woman for MULTIPLE REASONS NOW.

Azul ends up having to buy back the various treasures over the years, though he never finds the conch again. But then, 12 years later, the tweels tell him that a ship he was counting on delivering goods was sunk by The Sea Witch.

*EDIT*

In the 'Yuu is aware she makes men fall in love with her' version. Azul still doesn't get the conch shell back, BUT the tweels do alert him that a massive treasure chest was delivered to his old hideout (the one that got fucking robbed).

They crack it up and instead of treasure, its two sweet and chubby octo baby girls. Azul freaks out and manages to snatch a note that floats from the open chest that states 'the two babies are theirs and named Charysa and Scylar, pick which is which, take care of them ♡'

Azul is freaking out while his tentacles are already scooping the girls close to protect them.

[rizzoreads88]

“There was absolutely no need for him to do this. None. Even if he was “playing a part” doesn’t matter.”

Uh.. Is that not the whole point of “playing a part”?

He had to keep up appearances of being a jerk and hitting people where it hurt most. That’s the whole point of “playing a part”.

You hate Rhys but can make post after post about how much you love Tamlin and want a redemption when he was nothing but an abusive douchebag?

A character where S.J.M even put a direct line to DV numbers?

And she herself has spoken about how her readers go up to her and thanking her for giving the courage to leave that DV relationship?

Rhysand at least had a heart and cared at the end.

Tamlin didn’t care at all.

Oh anon you really thought you ate with this one but I’m going to really burst your bubble …

Rhysand had to play the part UTM. He had no need at all to go be a dbag to Lucien in the spring court. None. When you are “playing the part” it doesn’t excuse your actions on how you choose to play the part. No one absolutely no one made rhysand do the things he did. No one made rhysand have feyre expose herself , no one made rhysand essentially drug feyre and touch her against her consent, no one made rhysand physically hurt feyre to force her into his bargain. Especially since they were alone and he could have healed her without hurting her. No one made rhysand kiss her when he knew she absolutely didn’t want it. “He kissed her to cover up tamlin” except no he didn’t he already proved he could have fixed her paint w his mind. Then in acomaf he goes on to say he kissed feyre too because he was jealous of tamlin and amarantha knew he was jealous and punished him for it.( and this is only the things he did in book 1 lmao)

“Tamlin was nothing but a abusive douche bag” yeah ok. Except…. He took Lucien in and gave him a position of power and protected him from his dad, got him his metal eye, fought against human slavery, saw the squalor feyres family lived in and set them up for life, the only reason her dad could go get those ships and get that army w Vassa was because of tamlin,….got feyre dads leg fixed, gave himself up to his childhood predator so feyre wouldn’t even end up UTM, plays double agent against Hybern for the courts even though no one believes him,oh and do you like elain, rhysand, azriel, feyre and briar ?because they are still alive only because Tamlin saved their lives. He helped save prythian twice, he dragged 3 armies to the war to help everyone even though they hate him. He did all these things and we haven’t even gotten his pov or side of the story yet.

So your damn right ill make post after post about how much I love Tamlin and no I don’t think he needs a redemption arc I think he fully redeemed himself in acowar. The difference between me and you though is I don’t excuse Tamlins bad actions. In fact i repeatedly say I don’t agree w everything he did and even though I love his character it doesn’t excuse what he did.Some of Yall excuse rhysands regardless how abusive they are. You never come out and admit he was abusive but you’ll talk your way around it till kingdom come.

Holding Rhysand to todays standards( like you do tamlin and no one else)Rhys abused Feyre in multiple ways. Thats not even a opinion it’s a fact. When your excusing one abusive character everyday I really do not care or hold any weight on your opinion about me loving tamlin.

At least Tamlin is held accountable in the books, at least Tamlin shows great remorse like to the point he’s suicidal. We at least see some change in Tamlin. Rhysand never apologized for what he did to feyre in book 1. Yeah he explained why in ch 54 of acomaf but never actually apologized. Then in acosf he takes feyres bodily autonomy away. also hides information from nesta about her own body, uses elain and her mating bond with Lucien for political reasons in acowar and acosf. And your ok with all of that? Let’s not forget in HOFAS he exploded a room in his anger towards nesta and he was so terrible he triggered Ember and reminded her of her abuser the autumn king….but Thank you for proving it’s not actually the abuse that bothers you just what character is doing it.

SJM has literally said Tamlin is not a villian. After she wrote Acowar she also said he had PTSD, and if he survived book 3(which we know he did) he has his own journeying to do.That DV hotline was put on the back of ACOFAS. A book tamlin is barely in if that was put in solely for tamlin why isn’t that in acomaf? (It’s not in any of the ebooks btw)And she included him in the Fated Mates quiz on her website. If SJM truly thought tamlin was “just an abuser” why is she including him on love match quizzes & in a positive light?Please be so for real.

So yes me wanting tamlin to heal and go on his journey is aligned with what the author has said about his character and where his trajectory seemingly is headed.

& the ironic thing about ALL this is I don’t actually hate rhysand. I’ve said it multiple times. I don’t think rhysand is evil. I think rhysand has his good moments too But anytime I call out his actions this is how the extreme Rhys Stan’s react bc yall cannot handle people calling him out. Rhysand has never been a favorite of mine but I don’t hate him. I will continue to call out the double standards though. If you don’t like my opinions don’t follow me, block me and move on with your life. But if your going to come in my DMs spamming me in rhysands defense at least defend his actions with your whole chest and not anon. I have many mutuals who love rhysand and don’t like tamlin but do you see me in there inboxes ? No lol. I let them live their life and love/hate whoever they want.If your going to call out abuse call out ALL abuse not just for the characters you don’t like 🤷‍♀️

[osakanone]

UPDATE: The Destiel/Supernats aren't taking this well -- explaining my reasoning for the history I gave, and why Destiel is not the big bitch of shipping that it thinks it is

An update to THIS:

"This is just a marketing thing, Gundam is a giant robot show, only men watch it!"

Gundam's fandom is silent majoratively feminine:

"But its not gay, its about giant robots!"

Gundam is very gay. The entire climax of the first story is a riff of Yukio Mishima lmao

The climax of the Amuro/Char arc of Universal Century Gundam (expounding from first Gundam circa 1979), Char's Counterattack is somewhat on the history of Japanese disillusion with liberalism which notably climaxed with the life and history of Yukio Mishima.

You know. THAT Yukio Mishima.

The one who wrote FORBIDDEN COLOURS.

It was so gay that the fanfiction inspired by it became its own damn anime:

And that's just Charmuro, let alone Charma or a billion other ships just in OG Gundam alone.

We've got This is before we get to Guin Sard Lineford and Yamagi Glimerton (both verrrrry gay), Tieria Erde (a genderqueer trans-coded character who transcends gender entirely in their arc) and a bunch of others.

Gundam was always gay.

"I don't see the numbers"

"That doesn't seem like much, Supernat is at least 2x this"

Sooooo the amount of content you do see isn't representative of how much even got written, given FFN had a huge content purge.

First, let's start with the relative proportion of users: If we're analysing the concept of fandom, we first have to look at who had access to the internet in the first place to publish works.

Yeah that's a pretty sizable difference.

Wing's fandom actually exploded in 2000, but got capped VERY early, distributing itself to fansites when FFN fragmented and collapsed.

Why?

Content purges!

"Isn't there some sort of online archive of this stuff?"

Sure, if you wanna dig through tons and tons of Angelfire and Geocities pages which have mostly disappeared. Otherwise, no! There is no archive of this stuff?

"Why?"

They've since rolled back on this but it means there's a massive amount of lost media out there, including the discussions on it and thus there's an entire history you didn't get to experience.

Its actually very difficult to reach people who've been involved, since it was so long ago that very few people remember, and a sizable proportion of that population have actually died.

"But what about SF fandoms? We have ancient records of stuff like Spirk!"

See unlike physical media like zines, when a server goes offline or there's a data-loss, or something like that there is no surviving copy of the thing in question.

The net result is we have this weird hole where content just vanished, and its now considered lost media. The work of many artists, designers, writers, even videos of events are just lost media because we didn't have the archival mentality adults develop.

You're not gonna hear about all the X-Files stuff or Frasier fanfictions or GW stuff because of these purges and the lack of physical media. FFN users were teens, not adults with resources like US/EU/JP SF fans, who had archival tendencies due to their long history.

So there is this supermassive black-hole in the history of fanfiction running between 1998, and 2008 and some of the only evidence of it are worksafe works and fansites which the owners have long since forgotten about because folks moved on. Moving on is a normal part of fandom.

So to those of you just saying "supernatural is losing to a pair of dumb anime girls" or "urgh this is just a trend tumblr will get over it and go back to supernatural"...

Uhhhhh no they won't, actually?

Supernat's fans mostly seem to be waspy Americans. Gundam is kind of a global phenomenon, one which has traditionally had a silent majority female audience, a vocal minority male audience -- and every time that majority has spoken up, its coincided with a content purge, or a TOS change that mysteriously biases American derived fiction over Japanese derived fiction.

Funny that.

tl;dr:

NATURE IS HEALING

[waterfallofspace]

U CAN TOTALLY SAY NO BUT,,,, can I request an E/iffel drabble 👉👈 -Totally not Lex

Oh gosh, it's just crazy that you're totally not Lex, because you see, I have this friend called Lex who introduced me to w/olf 359 in the first place, of whom I've screeched about E/iffel many times with, isn't that just crazy??~ (:] hehe, I'd be honoured to give E/iffel a lil shot~)

Here is about 950 words of E/iffel's allergic misery~ (spoilers for w/olf 359, not a lot but, well, proceed at your own discretion~ also contains swearing so be aware of that too <3) ~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You can’t be serious,” Minkowski says, entering the room to find Eiffel still sneezing. 

At the interruption he glances up, meeting her firm gaze. He only gets a second before he smoothers his face into his hands again. 

“ih’chew!- ish’ew!- ishh–ishh–ishh–ishhiew!- Oh god- hh’NNch–iew!” 

“I left you like this an entire hour ago,” Minkowski continues, ignoring constant hitching and curses coming from Eiffel. “That plant… monster… thing- we both saw it leave right before I did, how the hell are you still sneezing?” 

“I promise you,” Eiffel retorts, voice starting to fade a bit from all the sneezes, tiny as they may be. “I want to stop more than you want me to stop. hh’shhew!”

“At this point you’ve gotta be doing it for attention,” Minkowski cuts back. “That or your nose is as dramatic as you are.” 

“I think it’s-” Eiffel starts, before his eyes drift off, tongue beginning to peek between his lips. They both stay there for a moment, silent, before finally Eiffel spins to the side and- “hiHhshew! iiEEShhew! ieshh–ishh–ishhieww!- Holy fuck.” 

“I’m not blessing you.”

“Didn’t ask you to.” 

Mikowski rolls her eyes noticeably, shooting Eiffel a glare. “You were saying something?”

“hH’tshhew!- Uhh, yeah I probably was, wasn’t I… hm. hH– h’ntch–uh!” 

“Will you just spit it out already? Sitting here listening to you sneeze is not exactly on my list of priorities. I have a ship to maintain, you know.” 

Eiffel looks up, giving a deeply exasperated gesture to the state of his face. In all fairness, he does look pretty miserable. “I’m so sorry that my face exploding is inconveniencing you! Oh how could I be so selfish. You know a little sympathy, or even pity would be n-nuhh… nice– hH’ISHHew!- ih’YSHh–iew!” 

Minkowski does have the decency to offer an apologetic look. Alright, if it was her husband- or hell, almost anyone else in this situation, she’d be a lot more sympathetic. It’s just… Eiffel. He does his best to be as irritating as possible, so seeing him get hit with- almost a dose of his own medicine… damn near cathartic. Still, he does have a point, this particular instance isn’t exactly his fault.

“Fine, I’m sorry. This probably isn’t your favouri-” 

“Oh! Right,” Eiffel interrupts, rubbing his nose raw as it twitches against his palm. “I remembered what I was gonna say earlier.” 

Monkowski debates hitting him, but with a deep breath, decides against it. It’s better to just let him get it out now, god forbid it’s actually important. “Yes?” 

“I think it’s back in the vents again. The uh, the plant monster thing. I heard a few noises, and well, I’ve b-been… sn- snee… sneezingmoreagain– iSHhiew!- ishh-tshhh-tshhh’uh!- tzshh’uh! Fuhhck– hHNNT’choo!-” 

“And you just- didn’t mention this?!” Minkowski snaps, eyes darting up to the vents. “I’ve been hunting this thing around the whole damn ship!” 

“I was- a little… b-busy… hiiehh– hhih- hH’SHhiew!- yyshhiew!- itshh’tshh’tshhh’tshh’tshhh–chew!- Oh mby fugck.” 

A few deep breaths later, Minkowski calms herself enough to not throw something at him. The fact there are literal tears running down his face does help. Much as Eiffel is a sarcastic, annoying, irritating asshole, this is getting to be a bit too much. 

“Hey,” She starts, softer than before. “Why don’t you get Hera to direct you to some medication, and wash your face with some cold water.” 

Eiffel nods, sniffling pathetically against the back of his hand. Minkowski tries not to visibly wince at the display. 

“Ndot a bad idehhh… hH’ISHh’uh!- tshhh’ew!-” 

“Bless.”

Eiffel stops, that familiar shit-eating grin starting to spread against his features. “Minkowski, did you just bless me?” 

Suppressing the urge, again, to hit him, Minkowski instead replies tightly, “A moment of weakness, Eiffel. Don’t make me regret it.”

“Awhhh,” Eiffel coos, sniffling in a way that sends unpleasant chills down Minkowski’s spine. “I knew you cared!

“I will personally cover your pillow in dust before you sleep,” comes the reply, Eiffel visibly wincing.

“Oh god- ih’nNDt–iew! hh’ndGt–shiew! don’t even joke about that, I’m already itchyy-” 

“I think that’s more from the pollen than the idea of dust.”

Eiffel groans, bobbing into his chest while pinching off another set of stifles. “Guhh, it’s both. hh’nNchew!” 

“You really are allergic to everything, aren’t you,” Minkowski says, her tone accidentally slipping into something almost sympathetic. She’s quick to correct that before speaking again, “how did you survive before if you’re this damn allergic in a space ship??” 

“It’s not my fault there’s a goddamn plant monster in outer space!” Eiffel replies, gesturing wildly to the vents. “Ya know, I kinda thought going this far away from earth would mean less pollehh- eh’CHew!- iShhew!- guhh. Would mean less pollen, not being hunted by it.” 

Minkowski rolls her eyes again, pinching the bridge of her nose. At this rate she’s gonna eyeroll herself into another headache. Just the effect Eiffel has on people. “You’re not being ‘hunted by pollen’, there just-” She pauses, not unaware of how ridiculous the next part sounds. “There just happens to be a plant hybrid living in our vents.” 

“You do hear yourself, right?” 

She doesn’t justify that with a response. In any other circumstance this might have turned into a bit of a competition, who can hold out longer, who will break first, admit how ridiculous this is, but- 

“eIShhew!-” 

Eiffel’s nose breaks the tie. 

“Go wash your face, Eiffel. And this time if you hear something moving around in the vents, tell me right away, yeah?” 

There’s a nod, Eiffel too caught up in a false start to speak. He instead waves a hand, finally releasing the “ishhh’iew!-” as he steps out of the door, a muttered curse following close after. 

Though she’ll never admit it, seeing Eiffel so downright miserable… well, it does give her a bit more incentive to catch this goddamn plant.

No one fucks with her crew.

[imagination-overreaction]

More tf2 ships lets go

Soldier x Demoman / Boots n Bombs

Starting off with a Demoman ship cause this man does not get enough love I think. These two enable each other's stupidity to an incredible degree. They're both geniuses in the art of reckless stupidity, and with their brains and hearts combined they could be making new inventions like "ultra turbo sticky-nade launcherator" and it flings them 8 miles in the air and they die instantly (but they both cheer and think it's awesome once they're revived and they do it again. Medic doesn't care, but he's getting a bit bored of piecing together the same two bodies over and over again). These two would become masters of destruction. I also can imagine them passed out on the couch on top of each other, or Soldier waking up to do drills at 4 am and Demo telling him to fuck off (Soldier can't help it, his love language is explosives and boot camp </3). I like them a lot.

Scout x Sniper / Speeding Bullet

I will admit, I am a bit of a Scout hater when it comes to ships... Actually I'm just a Scout hater in general. However, I do think the dynamic of "annoying little shit" plus "gruff weird guy" works. Scout is the type to press his partner's buttons for the funnies (although he does this with his friends as well) but given how he was in Expiration Date as well as the Cold Day In Hell comic (if I remember right), then he would be genuinely caring and considerate toward his partner's feelings. Scout would push his buttons, but an hour later he'd be splayed out on top of Sniper and rambling about his day. Sniper is more blunt and to-the-point with affection, I think. He'd bother Scout right back, of course, and he'd just as happily sit there and nod along to whatever the hell Scout is talking about. These two would stay up until 5 am together several nights in a row.

Heavy x Pyro / Bear Grill

Since it's such a rare pair, there's some debate on what the ship name actually is. "Russian Wildfire," and "Heavy Fire" are the alternatives I've seen after scouring the tags. I'd like to toss my own suggestion in with "Firing Squad," although that could probably work for other ships too. I personally really like the hc that Pyro is (maybe aro?)ace, and I think that works well with Heavy (I also hc it/they Pyro but any pronouns work for this lil guy tbh). Heavy would support his little maniac's vested interest in fiery homicide just ignore the fact that he says he's scared of them in Meet The Pyro that's not important right now, and I think Pyro would really like watching Heavy use Sasha (the muzzle flash would be really neat in Pyro Vision). Outside of battle, I can imagine Heavy taking care of his guns while Pyro talks to him and tells a (very muffled) story. Heavy would listen to it when it talks about all the wonderful things it sees during their battles, and Heavy would maybe defend it when the other mercs start talking about how terrifying it is... Maybe. They're still very concerning.

Engineer x Heavy

There is no damn posts about this. "Heavy Metal" is a slightly popular one but "More Gun" has been suggested a lot, as well as "Mechanical Literature." I personally like More Gun(s), and I honestly really like this ship, and I feel like it works really well for the same reason that they both work well with Medic--they're both relatively calm and amicable compared to the rest of the team. I feel like Engie and Heavy would be the parents of the team, telling people to go to bed before 3 am and not to explode things in the house (it doesn't work but they can try) (and Engie probably has been the source of one or two fires but not necessarily on purpose). These two would be sickly together. Engie'd be going "good morning Misha 🥰✨" and tap Heavy's shoulder until he leans down far enough to let Engie kiss him on the cheek, and Heavy would give a quiet happy hum as Engie whistles away and they make me sick. I love them so much.

I also think that Engineer would give Heavy some absolutely monstrous artillery as a gift. They absolutely enable each other's horrific acts of bloodshed. More Gun <3

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[luminoustarlight]

untitled blurb 001 | anakin skywalker x afab!reader

rating: explicit | wc: >1k | note: omg hiii first writing since december?!?!?! i've been listening to a lot of spicy audios on quinn and i was inspired.

You’ve been a brat all day and now you’re paying for it.

Anakin has been depriving you of a release for what feels like hours. Denying you orgasm after orgasm and the glint in his eyes, the teasing smirk on his lips tells you that he enjoys it. He’s got you on a short leash and every time you think he’s going to let you come, he pulls back-his cock, his mouth, his fingers- and effectively pulls you away from that high.

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet,” Anakin chastises. He paces the bed, staring at you with furrowed brows. There can’t possibly be more ways of denying you. You’re at your wits end, you are so frustrated and worn down, you feel like you might cry.

“I have, Anakin,” you implore, not daring to get up from your lying position on the bed. “Please. I’m sorry, Ani. Just let me come, just once. That’s it.”

“You’re sorry?” Anakin scoffs. “Which part are you sorry for? For disobeying my direct orders when I told you not to pursue Kaavon on your own? Or when you were indulging Clovis in his petty crush on you? Letting him touch your arm and hold your gaze when you knew I was watching.”

You admit, batting your lashes at Rush Clovis was a low blow.

Anakin has crawled on top of you, one leg slotted between yours. He presses his thigh up to your cunt, still wet and needy for him to finish you off. Nose to nose and heavy breath fans your face when Anakin says, “Or are you talking about the time you blatantly flirted with me in front of Obi-Wan and Windu. Hmm? Which is it? What exactly are you sorry for?”

Maker, you were really on something today. You don’t know what got into you. Maybe it’s the fact that Anakin has hardly been home for more than a day before shipping off to another mission. Or the fact that when he is here, it feels damn near impossible to get his attention. Maybe it was nice knowing that someone is actually interested in you, even though you would never betray Anakin. Or maybe, just maybe it was nice knowing Anakin still gives a damn about you.

“All of it,” you murmur. “All of it, Ani. I’m sorry,” you breathe just before Anakin drops his lips down to yours, inhaling your apology like it will heal all of the wounds you sliced in his heart. “I just…” you mumble. 

“Shh. I’m not finished with you yet,” Anakin’s tone loses its edge and your heart hammers with excitement when he pulls you by the hips and lines his cock up with your entrance in one fluid motion. Finally, you think. You arch your back off of the bed, elbows pressing deep into the mattress as you yearn to be closer, closer, closer. Every neuron is firing in your brain and you can’t keep still. Why is he moving so damn slowly? Just fuck me already! “No,”Anakin nips at your ear harshly. “If you don’t stop fucking squirming I’m going to hold you down with the Force.” 

Anakin drags himself in and out of you painfully slowly, so much so that you can feel every ridge and vein on his thick cock. You’re going to explode from the friction alone because honestly, this just might be enough to make you come. And that is fucking pathetic. “That would be…” you’re interrupted when Anakin finally begins a steady rhythm of his hips. “Oh, fuck.” your eyes clamp shut. 

“Eyes on me, angel,” Anakin orders sweetly. His hands roam your body, stopping at his favorite place on the sides of your thighs. Oh, how he loves grabbing onto your flesh and leaving his handprints on your skin. Because you are his and his alone. And he will never let you forget it. 

“That would be inappropriate use of the energy field that binds the whole galaxy together,” you finally finish your thought with a playful smile across your lips. 

“Just shut up and let me fuck you,” Anakin grins. No objections to that. 

When you finally do come, it’s the most glorious, relieving wave of pleasure you think you’ve ever felt. The hearty scream that erupted from your throat was that of 6 denied orgasms and an emotionally charged evening. Anakin works you through the subsequent aftershocks, each of them releasing the tension in different parts of your body. Once you’ve come down from it all, Anakin washes you down with a warm cloth. He kisses over the places he was a little too firm with and praises you continually. 

“You did so well, my darling.” 

“You know I love you, don’t you?” 

You and Anakin end up in a tangle of sheets and limbs, just the way you like it. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around. But I’m here now. I’m all yours.” 

You wish that were true. Your night ends just as the sun begins to crest over the cityscape of Coruscant and you know Anakin will be leaving you once again in just a few short hours.

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[shayrose5494]

Valentino Must Die

So I have Hazbin Hotel brainrot and hate Valentino with a fiery passion. So I decided to compile a list of who I'd like to see be the one to off him when his time comes and how I think it would go down. This list is essentially from least exciting (but no less satisfying) to most exciting:

6. Husk

Now Husk is so low on this list because let's be honest, he's one of the most predictable ones to do it. It's been established by Vivziepop that apparently his and Angel's relationship will be a slow burn, but it's been hinted HuskerDust is endgame, so it would make sense for Husk to be the one to take Val out.

I imagine that one day, Angel returns to the hotel seriously hurt because of Val. This would be the tipping point for Husk. So he tracks down Val. Now this part could go one of two ways visually:

Scenario 1: We see Husk track down Val, and after a bit of a confrontation (and veiled threat on Husk's end), the screen cuts to black. Cut back to the Hotel, where Angel is finding out Husk went after Val. Angel, despite being in pain, has to go find Husk. But before he can leave, a bloodied Husk returns. He tells Angel he never has to worry about Val hurting him again and that he'll keep him safe. Insert HuskerDust first kiss.

Scenario 2: Husk still tracks down Val, but Angel arrives before the fight really begins. Val tries to hurt (or even kill) Angel. This send Husk into a rage and for the first time we get to see Husk's full demon appearance. The fight ensues and Husk comes out on top. Insert HuskerDust first kiss (I kinda sort ship it lol)

5. Angel

Angel is the one that has the most motivation to kill Val, which is why he's also so low on this list. Like Husk, this is quite predictable.

I imagine something along the lines of Husk's Scenario 2. But instead of Husk going full demon (maybe because he's lost his overlord status he can't go full demon anymore) he still fights as is. Unfortunately, this gives Val the upperhand.

So when it seems Val is going to win this fight, and possibly kill Husk, Angel shoots Val. We know Angel has the guns to do it. But he's always been too afraid of Val to follow through. But seeing Husk, someone he loves, facing Val's wrath, this would be the motivation Angel needs. (We know Angel is protective about those he cares about, like he was with Charlie when she came to the studio). Angel kills Val and HuskerDust kiss. (I'm trying to manifest it into existence ok).

4. Charlie

Now, I don't actually think Charlie would kill Val. However, I'm not gonna rule it out or be mad about it if it happens.

After all, we all saw how she went full demon after Sir Pentious' death. I wouldn't put it past Charlie to go full demon on Val after learning the extent of his abuse towards Angel (she nearly did in the studio). She's already lost one friend, she's not about to loose another. But we all know, that if Charlie got into a fight with Val, there would be no option of sparing him. And not even Angel would be able to talk her out of it this time.

3. Cherri

I feel like Cherri's motivation would be similar to Charlie's. She also lost Sir Pentious and there is no way in hell (pun 10000% intended) she's going to loose Angel to moth boy.

I'd love nothing more than to see her shove one of her bombs down his throat then walk away as he explodes in the background like in an action movie.

2. Niffty

Nothing would bring me more joy than watching Niffty pull an Adam2.0 with Val. And since we know that she enjoys killing bugs, watching her kill the giant pest would be so satisfying.

I imagine that Angel would finally tell Val, he's done, contract be damned. So Val shows up to the hotel. A fight between Val and the gang ensues. Val, like Adam, starts monologuing, until a knife pops through his chest.

Bonus points if Niffty does it because a tiny moth came flying through the lobby, so her thinking it's the same principle as with mother roaches and their children, kills Val to send a message to the moths lol.

Finally, last but never least, and my personal favorite because it's so out of left field:

Alastor

Now, hear me out, this one's a bit strange, but let me explain:

Imagine the Husk/Angel scenario where Husk goes after Val, but Val gets the upper hand. Husk is seriously injured (not killed mind you, just injured). While Alastor doesn't consider Husk a friend, he does own Husk's soul. And if you think anyone but Alastor can hurt Husk and get away with it, you'd be sorely mistaken.

Alastor would rip Val limb from limb (and we love that for Val). Plus this would reinforce the rivalry between Alastor and Vox, especially of Vox and Val are still in their dating phase of their on/off relationship. This could even bump Vox up to a serious antagonist for the hotel.

I know that some of these were a bit far-fetched, but I love twists and turns like that in movies and TV. Going in one direction for so long before taking an unexpected turn. If anyone else has any other ideas let me know. I want to hear all of the fun ways we could kill Val. In the meantime:

Piggy kisses for your troubles.

[jinxbiggestsimp]

Guess who's back. Back again.

With this damn shit. I need to rant again because holy fuck. Well one to my Ted talk

Now i have never been a hater of ships unless they were pro ships, but i never spoke out about any "normal" ship that i just heavily disliked. I also just dislike the trope of enemies to lovers because most of the time its not done slowly its a goddamn speedrun. But this isn't what we are talking about today.

Today i want to talk about How fucking sexualized this ship is by its own fans. Holy fuck. Now first of all i appreciate that atleast riot didnt make them super romantic or anything. What they made canon was a hug. A HUG and that's it. Because they actually care about the mental health they represent in the show. Now the fans. Holy fuck. I have seen more sexual shit about timebomb on TIKTOK than i have seen of caitvi on TUMBLR OF ALL THINGS.

Quite literally not a day ago i watched a edit of Jinx where a fan was pointing out about The flowiness of her amazing and gorgeous hair. And look who it is a fucking comment, where they said "so do you think ekko tugs on then when they ..."

Dude what. What the fuck is wrong with you. Of all the fucking things you could have said of course you talk about sex. Of fucking course. Nothing sweet, nothing romantic no no no. Dude the last interaction they had was when Jinx tried to kill herself. And this is what you're thinking about? Besides her hair IS FUCKING GONE. SHE HAS A BUZZCUT. THE FUCK HE TUGGING ON? MOLECULES OF AIR?

Also with the entire body paint thing in the last fight. Bro Why did people have to make that weird too. "Oh he drew tally Marks on her ass 😳" huh? Im sorry? Did She loose the ability to draw? And Hey did you know you can paint the clothing without Needing to wear it? Why do so many timebomb fans have to make their interactions so sexually charged? "Oh theres a handprint near her boob, you think ekko...?" No? Fucking hell dude what? She tried to kill herself a month ago (alteast that's the speculated time between those events) and you're telling me ekko would want to touch her like that? After seeing her explode and rip Apart a month ago? After being terrorized by her for YEARS? What is wrong with some of you? And Why do you people think that Jinx magically lost the ability to draw on her own self? Instead of making it atleast somehwat comforting, like "oh they are drawing on their faces and all like when they were kids" or some shit like that. But noooo, lets make it about sex. Why do timebomb fans have to make the ship even more disgusting than it already was? Dude im so fucking done. And just like in the last post, Why why God why. I have seen so many things of people saying that ekko will give Jinx another isha by making Jinx PREGNANT. Holy shit. Or even people drawing hickeys on them or Marks? And its not even like a timeskip or anything. Bro. Atleast draw it with their season 1 looks before everything went even more to shit, that would have been atleast a Tiny bit more normal. Nah lets draw them having implied sex offscreen with Jinx having a buzzcut or even The paint still being on them

Im just fucking done. Im gonna write more but i just had to type this out because im tried. Atleast caitvi makes sex romantic, sweet and loving not whatever timebomb fans are doing. They make Jinx weirdly sexual and ekko absolutely disgusting, getting rid of all morals he had. Im tired. Goodnight now