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luvfae · 2 months ago

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SMACK

a/n: for some reason tumblr won’t let me answer this request! anyway, here it is 💋

request: hili!! i figure u already have a lot of requests so no rush with this. <333

may i request a fic where thanos and reader are very toxic (ofcc) and they get into a fight and it gets physical? like thanos hits reader after she hits him.

they end up not talking but eventually make up with some smut. (toxic smut ofc)

anyways ur an amazingggg writer i check ur posts every dayy!! tysm !! muahhh

parings: thanos/choi su bong x f!reader

warnings: toxic relationship, swearing, rough sex, choking, hair pulling, thanos and reader slap each other, mention of drugs and alcohol.

1:30 a.m.

The apartment was a mess—empty bottles on the table, a half-smoked joint in the ashtray, the air thick with stale alcohol and bad decisions.

Thanos sat on the couch, legs spread, one arm slung over the backrest. He was high, maybe a little drunk, lazily watching you from across the room. You were pacing, jaw tight, your fingers gripping his phone like you were seconds away from throwing it.

“Who the fuck is she?” you demanded, your voice sharp, slicing through the thick silence.

Thanos exhaled slowly, flicking his lighter open and closed. Click. Click. Click. “Not this shit again.”

Your stomach twisted. That tone—the dismissive, lazy tone that said he didn’t care, that he was already bored of the conversation—set you off like gasoline meeting a match.

“I saw the texts, Su-bong.” You threw the phone at him. It bounced off his chest and landed in his lap. “Are you gonna tell me you don’t know her?”

He barely reacted. Just picked up his phone, glanced at the screen, and sighed. “Are you stalking my shit now?”

Your breath hitched. “Are you fucking serious?”

He tilted his head back against the couch, rubbing his face like you were exhausting him. Like this was your fault. Like you were the problem.

“She’s just a fan,” he muttered.

“A fan?” You laughed, but it came out broken. “You sent her your address, you fucking idiot.”

“So?” His voice was flat, emotionless, like none of this mattered. Like you didn’t matter.

Your chest tightened. Your vision blurred. “So, you’re telling me you’re inviting random fucking girls over and that’s supposed to be okay?”

He gave you a slow once-over, his lips curling into something mean. “You know what your problem is?”

“Oh, please, enlighten me, Thanos.”

“You act like you own me.”

Your heart twisted so violently you almost swayed. He said it like it was nothing. Like you were nothing. Like the past three years meant nothing.

And maybe you were crazy, maybe you were unhinged, but you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Your hand moved before you could think.

Smack.

The slap echoed in the tiny apartment.

Thanos’ head turned with the force of it, his cheek flushing red, but he didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just sat there, breathing slow and heavy.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

You should’ve walked away.

You should’ve.

But you didn’t.

And neither did he.

Slowly, he turned back to face you, something dark swimming in his eyes. His jaw clenched. His fingers twitched.

Then, before you could blink—

Smack.

The back of his hand connected with your cheek, sharp and sudden, sending you stumbling a step back. Your breath caught.

The world stopped.

For a split second, neither of you moved.

You touched your cheek, heat blooming beneath your fingertips, eyes wide with shock.

He exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his hair, his expression unreadable.

And then, the moment passed.

Like it never happened.

Like it always happened.

You didn’t cry. You didn’t run. You just stood there, breathing hard, staring at him like you didn’t even recognize the man in front of you.

Thanos looked at you for a long time. His lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Instead, he grabbed his jacket and walked out.

He didn’t look back.

A Week Later

You ignored his calls.

At first, he didn’t care. He was good at pretending not to care.

Then, when you didn’t answer for three days straight, the messages started.

Thanos: Open the fucking door.

Thanos: I know you’re home.

Thanos: You really gonna act like a little slap was that deep?

That one nearly made you break the phone.

But you didn’t answer. You didn’t give in.

Until he showed up drunk at your door a week later.

2:45 AM

The pounding on your door was relentless.

“Open up, Y/N,” his voice was rough, slurred, desperate. “I know you’re in there.”

You didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

Your back was pressed against the door, heart hammering in your chest.

“Baby…” His voice softened, just a little. “Please. Just talk to me.”

You squeezed your eyes shut.

Then—

A thud.

And another.

You heard him slide down the door, until he was sitting against it, on the other side. His voice was quieter now. “I miss you.”

A knife twisted in your chest.

You should have told him to fuck off.

But instead, your fingers trembled as you unlocked the door.

He nearly fell inside.

Thanos looked wrecked—messy hair, dark circles under his eyes, reeking of alcohol and cigarettes. He stared up at you, blinking like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“You look like shit,” you muttered.

A slow, lazy smirk pulled at his lips. “You look so beautiful.”

“Fuck you.”

His smirk grew. “Please do.”

You scoffed, shaking your head, but before you could say anything else, his hands were on you.

Gripping. Pulling.

His lips crushed against yours, tasting like whiskey and bad intentions. You should’ve shoved him away. You should’ve screamed at him, reminded him why you hated him.

But you didn’t.

Because you hated him.

And you loved him.

And that was the fucking problem.

You grabbed his jacket, yanking him deeper inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

The air between you was thick—heat, alcohol, anger, and something darker curling at the edges. Your breath hitched as Thanos’s hands slid under your shirt, fingers rough, desperate, like he was trying to memorize every inch of you before you disappeared again.

“You gonna pretend you don’t want this?” he murmured against your jaw, his voice deep, slurred, wrecked. His teeth grazed your skin, and your nails sank into his shoulders in response.

You did want it. That was the fucking problem.

“Shut up,” you muttered, yanking at his jacket, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. “Just shut the fuck up.”

His lips crashed into yours again, all teeth and whiskey and fucking arrogance. His grip on your hips was bruising as he backed you against the wall, hands everywhere—gripping, tugging, pulling like he couldn’t stand the space between you.

You shoved at him, hard enough to make him stumble back a step. “You don’t get to do this,” you snapped, your breathing ragged. “You don’t get to disappear for weeks and then show up like this—like I’m just supposed to let you back in.”

Thanos’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring. “I never fucking left you.”

“Bullshit.”

His hands balled into fists, his whole body tense, like he was trying to hold himself back. But his control was slipping—you could see it in the way his chest heaved, in the way his fingers twitched at his sides.

“You wanna hit me again?” you taunted, lifting your chin. “Go ahead. Get it out of your system.”

His eyes flashed, dark and dangerous. His fingers curled around your throat—not tight, not threatening, but possessive. “That what you want, baby?” His breath was hot against your lips. “You want me to hurt you so you can hate me for real?”

You should’ve pushed him away.

Instead, you grabbed his wrist and dug your nails in, forcing him to tighten his grip.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I do.”

Something inside him snapped.

The next second, he was slamming you against the wall, his mouth devouring yours, his hands tearing at your clothes like they were in his way. You gasped as he hoisted you up, his grip bruising as he carried you to the bed and threw you down like you were something to be ruined.

You arched up to meet him, nails raking down his chest, leaving red lines in your wake. He groaned into your mouth, his body pressing against yours, pinning you beneath him.

“You make me fucking crazy,” he muttered, dragging his lips down your neck, biting just hard enough to make you gasp. “You know that?”

You laughed, breathless, shoving your hand into his hair and yanking his head back. “Good.”

He growled, flipping you over onto your stomach before yanking you back against him. His hands were rough, greedy, dragging over your skin like he was trying to burn the memory of you into his fingertips.

“Tell me you don’t need this,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

But you couldn’t.

Because you did.

Instead, you dug your nails into his back. “Shut up and fuck me.”

His growl vibrated against your throat.

The air between you was suffocating—thick with sweat, desperation, and the kind of love that burned more than it healed.

Thanos shoved his pants and boxers down, his cock already hard, already aching, already desperate for you. He didn’t waste time—didn’t ask, didn’t tease, didn’t give you a moment to breathe before he was inside you, stretching you, splitting you open, making you cry out.

His hand slammed against the mattress beside your head, his body caging you in as he set a brutal, punishing rhythm, each thrust harder than the last, like he was trying to fuck the fight out of you. Like he was trying to remind you exactly who you belonged to.

“Look at me when I fuck you, baby,” he growled, his fingers gripping your chin, forcing your head to the side, forcing your gaze to meet his.

You blinked up at him, staring at his perfect fucking face, the one that ruined you, the one you would let ruin you over and over again if it meant keeping him forever.

Your nails dragged down the sheets. Your head spun, body already trembling from the force of him, from the way he owned you like you were his possession and nothing more.

“I’m gonna marry you one day,” you gasped, your words shaky. “I’ll fucking baby trap you so you can’t leave me. So part of me will always be a part of you.”

Thanos smirked against your cheek, his hand tangling through your messy hair and yanking, forcing your head back, exposing your throat to him. His lips dragged along the side of your neck, biting, sucking, marking you up like he was branding you.

“Don’t have to baby trap me to keep me around, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement and something darker, something possessive. His thrusts grew deeper, rougher, forcing broken moans from your lips. “Your tight body is enough to keep me in place.”

Your stomach twisted, jealousy and arousal tangling into one as you dug your nails into his arm. “Then stop texting other bitches.”

His grip snapped tight around your throat, making your breath hitch, making your body jolt as he fucked into you harder, slamming you further into the mattress.

“Stop acting like a fucking brat, and I won’t have to,” he murmured against your ear, his voice deep, low, sending shivers down your spine. “Now stop running that pretty mouth and cum for me. Show me how much you love being fucked by me.”

His words lit you on fire, sending you spiraling, your stomach tightening, your legs shaking as the pressure inside you finally broke.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Su-Bong,” you sobbed, nails scraping down his arm as pleasure ripped through you, your walls clenching around him, milking him.

His head dropped into the back of your neck, his groan vibrating against your skin as his hips stuttered, his thrusts growing sloppy before he buried himself as deep as he could, spilling inside you.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he pulled out, his dark eyes flickering down to where his cum was already leaking out of you, making a filthy mess of your inner thighs. He swiped a finger through it, then grabbed your chin, forcing your mouth open before slipping his fingers inside, making you taste the both of you mixed together.

“Tell me, pretty,” he smirked, watching as your tongue curled around his fingers. “Do we taste good together?”

You nodded, lashes fluttering, eyes glazed over as you sucked on his fingers before he pulled them away, replacing them with his lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath still heavy.

“I love you, Su-Bong,” you muttered, your voice soft now, your fingers tracing lazy patterns along his jaw.

A smirk curled at his lips. “I love you too.”

Because this was always how it ended. Every fight. Every toxic, fucked-up argument. You tore each other apart just to feel whole again.

And honestly?

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

#squid game #thanos #choi su bong #thanos x reader #choi su bong x reader #thanos smut #choi su bong smut

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mengyao · 11 months ago

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i've been holding onto these for a little while but i comm'd @teardew to draw my vision of He Xuan from my shadowplay fic universe and... she's perfect. Le did an AMAZINGGGG job. please enjoy. these will go up on AO3 eventually too but enjoy the early access!

#he xuan #tgcf

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ssentimentals · 2 months ago

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hi nini!! hope you doing great today 😊 saw your prompt list for your 1.7k followers celebration (HAPPY 1.7K FOLLOWERS NINI!! 🥺💐). could i possibly request svt woozi x oc/reader with prompt no. 8 pls? thank you so much!! been reading your works since last yr and all of it are so amazingggg ><

hi anonie! ahhh thank you so much!! i'm so happy you're enjoying my works :') and of course you can request, thank you for doing so! 💜

prompt: 'who did this to you?'

'baby, i'm home!' you announce, closing the door behind yourself. quickly taking off your hat and scarf, you start unbuttoning your coat, talking loudly: 'god, it's freezing outside! please tell me that you managed to fix our heater, this zero degrees situation is frankly ridicilous. oh and i also got us tacos cause it's friday and we deserve tacos!'

you stumble into the living room with wide smile and bag full of said tacos in your hands, pausing at the sight of an empty room with your boyfriend nowhere in sight. jihoon always makes a point of greeting you from work, has this whole routine of coming over with gentle smile and even gentler hands that instantly pull you close for a hug. the silence in apartment is suspicious and you paddle slowly to the kitchen and then to the bedroom. you call his name again and when instead of a usual 'hey baby' you get 'don't come in!' from him, you start getting nervous. 'what's happening? why i can't come in?'

'uh- nothing, it's all good, you can enter the bedroom just not our bathroom, okay? i'll be out in a second.'

jihoon's voice sounds strained and it lacks usual warmth that he always has reserved for you. without thinking twice you enter the bedroom and make a beeline towards the bathroom, leaning on the door but not opening it, not yet. 'what is going on?' you ask carefully. 'i'm getting anxious here, ji, don't do this to me.'

jihoon knows how bad you are with situations like that, knows that your anxiety skyrockets when you have no idea what is happening. last thing he wants is to make you worried though, so with a sigh he unlocks the door, letting you in. he saw his reflection in the mirror and is aware of how black eye contrasts with his pale skin, but when he catches look of pure shock on your face, he thinks maybe he underestimated his skills of using concealer. 'um,' he starts unsurely. 'sorry, i don't have my own makeup so i took your concealer without asking first.'

that brings you back as you sputter, stepping closer to him with worried eyes. 'wha- you think that's what i care about right now?' you ask indignantly and with careful hands you take a hold of his face. 'baby, what happened? who did this to you?'

jihoon doesn't really want to answer this question. he knows it's very justified but he can't tell you that some guys at work were making stupid jokes about his relationships and one of them took it too far. he normally can't care less of what people think but not when it comes to you; he's not proud of how he handled it, but he doesn't regret sticking up for you against others. looking at your eyes that are slowly starting to fill up with tears, jihoon knows that he'll fight however many guys on this planet because you are his diamond and he won't let anyone speak badly about you. out loud he says only: 'you should see the other guy. this,' he motions to his black eye, 'is nothing compared to how he looks now.'

it's not enough to ease your worries but it does make you laugh and spal his shoulder. 'jihoon!' you shake your head. 'don't even try to cover it up with jokes. oh god, it looks horrible,' you lean closer, inspecting his face. 'oh baby. what happened? are you okay? should we go to the hospital?'

your sweetness washes over him and jihoon smiles, tugging you closer. 'no need, i'm good. just got this black eye and that's it. and we just- misunderstood each other.'

you raise your eyebrow at this. 'you're not type of guy who punches first and asks questions later. what happened, baby?'

jihoon glances at the bag on the floor and smiles. 'did you got us something on the way home?'

you turn, smiling. 'yeah, tacos from our favorite place. wait, don't try to distract me mister, tell me-'

'i am starving,' jihoon interrupts and leans in, pecking your lips. 'you know what can really help me right now? will make me feel better? you on my lap while we're eating our favorite tacos. hm? can we do that, angel?'

jihoon knows that you're tactful enough to know when not to push, but he can see battle happening in your eyes. at last you decide to let it go for now, letting him pull you to the kitchen. jihoon easily wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you on his lap, ignoring your squeak of protest. 'thank you for the tacos, baby,' he mutters, kissing your shoulder. 'you're the best.'

'mhm,' you turn to him, wiggling a little until you get comfortable. 'we will talk anyways, ji. just not now.'

jihoon nods. not now is enough. he was so distraught when he came back home that having you like this is truly the only thing that can make him feel better. he hugs you tighter and leans with his forehead on your back. 'tell me about your day, baby. please,' he asks quietly.

your hand finds his and you giving it a squeeze before starting to recount everything what happened with you today. jihoon feels tension leave his body at the sound of your voice and your body close to him. when you absentmindedly start caressing his hand, he smiles. yeah, he's very okay with getting into fights on your behalf. you deserve it.

a/n: hopefully you liked it, let me know! <3 - nini

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sophfandoms53 · 4 months ago

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JUST GOT OUT OF MY SCREENING OF SONIC MOVIE 3 AND GUYSSSSSSS YOU ARE NOT READY FOR THIS NO ONE IS READY I WAS NOT READY

THIS WAS ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE ASKED FOR IM STILL SHAKING OVER IT IT WAS AMAZINGGGG. I SCREAMED, I CHEERED, I CRIED.

NO SPOILERS OR ANYTHING FROM ME YET BUT I WILL SAY THIS CONTINUES TO BE THE YEAR OF SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG AND WHAT A WAY TO END IT🥹❤️🖤

Please please go see this movie guys, its a sonic fan’s DREAM film and I WANNA TALK ABOUT THE MID CREDIT SCENES SO BAD BUT I WONT.

LIKE I SAID NO ONE IS READY.

AND HE ^^ WAS EVERYTHING AND MORE.

#I WILL TALK SPOILERS PROBABLY THIS WEEKEND #BUT UNTIL THEN #TAKE MY BABBLING ALSKDKDKSKSKSOSKWKW #GOING CRAZYYYY #SHADOW ILYSMMMMM #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic movie #sonic movie 3 #sonic movie 2 #sonic the hedgehog 3

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rocknrolldecadence · 5 months ago

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something angsty into fluff or angsty smut with slash please, ur writing is so amazingggg

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whisky and girls

you catch slash cheating, and he tries to make it up to you

warnings: angst, smut

a/n: i hope you like this!!! first time not writing for izzy 😛😛 thank you btw!! and hope the smuts ok, this is my first time writing fully fleshed out smut so i hope it isn’t awkward or anything 😣 ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME 😇😇😇😇

“okay baby. i’ll see you later on. love you.” you said, hanging up the phone. your boyfriend slash had called you, letting you know that he wouldn’t be home til later since he was working on music with his bandmates. typically when he said that, he wasn’t back til at least one in the morning. with that in mind, you decided you go out to a bar with your friends.

it was already quite late; half nine on a saturday night. you started getting ready, excited to meet up with your friends. you did your makeup and then your hair. picking out an outfit was hard, but you eventually settled on something you hadn’t worn in a while. you slipped into your heels and made sure you looked good in the mirror before you headed out the door. it was pitch black by now, but the bar you and your friends had agreed to meet at wasn’t too far from you and slash’s shared apartment, so you were okay walking.

the cold air hit you, but you carried on. los angeles was lit up by the many street lights and neon signs. it was beautiful. you got to the bar pretty quickly. you went inside and ordered yourself your favourite drink, looking around for your friends. you couldn’t see them. they probably just weren’t here yet, which was understandable since you lived the closest. but something else caught your eye.

tucked away in a dark corner of the bar was all five members of guns n roses. steven, izzy, axl, duff and your boyfriend, slash. your boyfriend slash, who had a girl on his arm. your heart *sank.* what the fuck? he had said he was writing music with the boys.

the shock made you drop your drink, and it fell to the floor with a loud crash, glass shattering. the noise made everyone’s head turn, and slash locked eyes with you. you stood staring at him for a few seconds before bolting out the door. you began to walk home, tears flooding your eyes. as you were about halfway there, you heard your name be called.

there was slash, although he was a good bit down the pathway, shouting your name. he was drunk, and you could tell it from the way his speech was slurred. you turned back around, quickening your pace as best you could in your heels. he continued to call after you as you made your way back to the apartment.

you burst in through the door and went straight to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of the strongest whisky you owned. slash came in shortly afterwards, stumbling into the kitchen.

“baby, i-” he started, before you cut him off.

“i don’t wanna fucking hear it. get the fuck out of here.” you spat.

slash stumbled towards you, clearly plastered. you downed the last of the your whisky and went to get yourself some more. but not before slash wrapped his arms around your waist, a drunken effort to redeem himself. he babbled into your back about how he was “so sorry” and that he’ll “never do something like that again”. of course, you weren’t having it. you pulled yourself away from him and poured another glass for yourself. it was lukewarm and neat, but you didn’t care. the anger you felt neutralised the bitter taste of the alcohol. fuck your low tolerance.

“baby… i’m so- i’m so sorry… lemme make it up to you.” your boyfriend said through hiccups.

“and how will you do that?” you snapped.

“lemme… make you feel good. please…” slash said, stumbling over his words. he was so drunk. but you were too, with the effects of the whisky starting to run its course.

you sighed, and slash took this as a yes. he walked over to you, hands roaming up and down your body as he started to kiss you. hard. you kissed him back, albeit with reluctance, but the whisky made you do what sober you would never. the kiss got more and more intense, til eventually you were making out.

things escalated, and soon enough you were laying on your bed with slash in between your thighs. he always ate you out roughly, but it was different this time. he was faster. he went harder. it felt good, but you knew he was trying to prove something. you cried out his name as your orgasm came crashing down on you, gripping your fingers in his curly hair.

“oh my god…” you moaned, panting for air. you felt guilty towards yourself for enjoying this as much as you did. even though slash was doing this as an apology, you felt like you were disrespecting yourself.

“i’m not… i’m not done yet.” he said, making eye contact with you as he lifted his head. you saw the shine of your cum around his mouth, caught by the minimal light of the moon. he tried to wipe it off with the back of his hand, but in his drunken state he could only smear it around even more. god, that was hot. you hated to think it, but it was.

slash’s shirt had already been tossed to a corner of the room, along with your clothes and underwear. he began to unbuckle his belt, and you closed your eyes in anticipation of what was gonna happen next. with no warning, he shoved his dick inside you. you moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain. no matter how many times he fucked you, you could never get used to his size.

his thrusts were haphazard and lacked power compared to how he ate you out, but you let him continue. it was evident he hasn’t sobered up yet. you had started to.

slash saw the dissatisfied look on your face and sped up. hard. in a matter of seconds, he went from a slow, boring pace to fucking your brains out. he was tired no doubt, but the way he drilled into you, you’d think it was his last day alive. moans and groans filled the room as he thrust into you over and over, not stopping at all.

“god- fuck! slash!” was all you could get out. you hated that you loved this. the incident at the bar was still in the back of your mind, and it was clear that your boyfriend was trying to fuck the thought out of you.

quickly enough, you both came. slash fell down beside you on the bed, eyes half-lidded. you looked over at him. regret hit you like a truck. sure, it had felt so good when it was happening, but now that it was done, you wished you hadn’t. should you break up with him? for your dignity’s sake?

“did it… feel good?” slash asked, already half asleep. you looked up at the ceiling. “yeah. sure.” was all you could say in reply.

slowly you got up off the bed and went into the bathroom. cleaning yourself off, you thought about everything. the bar. the sex. was it worth it even being with him anymore? he wasn’t around most of the time. he was either oracticing, getting high or writing. ‘writing’. you thought about how many times he came home too late. how many times you swore you could smell cheap perfume off of him.

the dots connected in your mind and you started to cry. a small part of you hoped that slash would hear you, come in and comfort you. but he didn’t. you stayed alone in the bathroom, sobbing til you couldn’t anymore. finally, when you were ready, you went back into the bedroom. you were expecting slash to be angry. to get pissed at you for crying. but when you went in, all you found was him sleeping. he hasn’t even bothered to actually get in the bed. he was just laying on top of the sheets, the exact same way you had left him.

that was it for you. the way he slept, so careless. he couldn’t give a fuck about you, really. you scoffed.

guided by the dim light of the moon, you shoved all of slash’s belongings in a bag. you walked out of the bedroom quietly, grabbing a spare blanket as you made your way to the front door. you left his bag there and got set up to sleep on the sofa. you’d deal with this in the morning. you’d kick him out and tell him it was over. for your own sake.

#my writingg 😚#slash #slash x reader #gnr #guns n roses #that a/n was so long OMG

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reasonsmandy · 1 year ago

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You matter to me

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by @itzajeanspears — Hi!!! Love your writing so much!! Not sure if you’re still doing requests lol, butttt I have a really specific one so if you’d be able to do this I’d like actually die omg. Okay so I’m a fashion student from LA and I was thinking, the reader is like basically siblings with billy and Graham, (her dad and their mom started dating when they were kids so they were practically raised together) but she’s closest with Eddie in particular. They’re best friends. They’ve basically been attached at the hip since they were kids. They’re both secretly harboring feelings for each other and everyone knows it but themselves. She’s been there for them since the band started, like Camilla, making them outfits for gigs and stuff. and Eddie even takes her to prom when her date ends up being a jerk to her. Butttt the reader ends up moving to LA to go to fashion school (maybe eventually she can be their costume designer for the aurora tour 🙏) and Eddie slowly stops talking to her god knows why. Fast forward- The band moves out to LA and they stay with her until they’re stable enough to be out on their own. The tension is super high between her and Eddie and EVERYONE notices. Super Angsty. Ends in fluff and love confessions 🫶 maybe angry billy lol. AGAIN THANK YOU!!! I know that was super complicated. YOUR WRITING AND EDITS ARE AMAZINGGGG !!

✧.* you're reading part two, here's the part one — A letter?

✧.* summary — Eddie was waiting for your response, and when it never came... A wall was built between you.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 3.5k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I know it took me forever!!! I'm so sorry, please enjoy! And let me know your thoughts about it :)

I have no idea how to start this, my head has been a mess since our last conversation. I'm sorry for the way I left, I should've been more polite involving all we've been through in the last couple of months. I confess that I don't understand why you thought I couldn't support you in this situation, I've seen you dreaming about this day since I was ten years old, where we chatted about school and unattainable plans for the future… Seeing you achieve everything you dreamed of is like being hit by a ray of sunshine, I am deeply proud of you.

I wish you all the best on this new journey in your life, you are great and your talent is not left behind! Know that you wouldn't be there if it weren't for all your extraordinary talent. There is something in everything you do that exudes originality and no one can take that away or dispute it from you.

I decided to respect your choice and not go to see you on the day of your departure, I confess that this is demanding a lot from me, but I do everything to see you well. I hope you have a great trip and a great life there too.

I don't want to lie to you, I really hope you write me back, I have a huge hope that you'll give me another chance and we can work things out... I'll understand if you don't want that, I just want you to keep in mind that I love you. Fly towards your dream, and when you miss home, maybe my words will warm your heart.

Yours, Eddie Roundtree.

The bassist seals the letter with trembling fingers, he knew you would leave tomorrow and he still had his doubts about what he was going to do.He wanted to come see you before the match, kiss you gently, hug you as if you were going to escape at any moment... But he couldn't, if that was your choice he would respect that.

He knocks on the Dunne house three times, his hands trembling as he waited impatiently with the letter in hand.

"Eddie? What are you doing here so early my dear?" Mrs Dunne's sweet voice asks, she was quiet, probably because she was the only one awake in the house.

"I— I came to give this to Y/N." He extends the paper to her, confused, the older girl takes the object.

"Do you want to come in?" She asks, opening the door for him.

"No no, thank you." He seemed nervous, afraid that you would show up at any moment. "I really just came to leave this"

The madness was crazy the morning you were going to leave, you waited in secret for Eddie, a hope that he would appear was growing in you even though you wanted to kill it. Everyone else had made a point of saying goodbye, even Warren had stopped by to leave you some chocolate for the flight, but nothing from your boyfriend.

That's what you were, right? After all, there was no ending, not formally in so many words... Anxiety made you fear that when he left that had been your final point.

You open your arms to hug your considerate mother, Mrs. Dunne had been very present to you since she came into your life and saying goodbye was harder than you thought.

"I'll miss you so much." Her choked voice says, and you hold her closer.

"Oh honey, I'll miss you too." She answers, still holding you. "Anytime you need us, you just have to call. You have a family here."

At this point you were already in tears, and you let the hug go to wipe them away.

"Look." She starts to say, opening her bag to hand you something. "Eddie asked me to give you this."

Your eyes widen, you take the letter in your hands and leave for your new life.

…

You open the drawer of the nightstand next to your bed and return the letter to the place it always rests still not being able to open it, a sigh leaves you as you relive the night you had just had. Now that you were in the same city everything was more vivid, it was like living your teenage years again and it was frustrating. Of course you missed your friends and your brothers, but feeling Eddie's look at the back of your head was a huge distraction that kept increasing many questions in the same.

Eddie let the air out of his lungs as his body collapsed onto the bed he had fought for hours with Warren for, He lights a cigarette while staring at the ceiling and gradually sees the smoke draw your face, He hated how all the feelings he had put so much effort into hiding returned like the tide flooding over him, it was frustrating how you could make his heart race in a way no drug could ever manege to.

He knew that maybe all he had to do was just get over it, and that's all he was trying to do since you left Pittsburgh and him. Eddie was never the kind to get attached to relationships easily, he was used to having one night stands or just casual dating, so when his heart was captured by your gaze and the funny feeling of falling in love... He didn't know what to do.

The cigarette had come to an end and sleep had not even threatened to arrive, Roundtree sits on the bed regretting it before even finishing what he planned to do. He might not have talked to you during the party, but he was a good listener, something he didn't know if it was a blessing or curse until then.

He puts his leather jacket over the blouse he had worn to the party he attended hours ago, also grabbing some cigarettes before going down the stairs of the new house towards the keys to Rojas' van. He considers going to the drummer's room to tell him that he had borrowed the vehicle, but settles for writing a note in letters large enough for him to notice while he looks for it.

He let in his breath once again, shaking his head as he starts the van and heads towards what haunts his mind.

...

The three rings on the door make you lazily get out of bed, your arms go to the blouse thrown on the table before answering.

"Eddie?" You say between shock and yawn, your hands fix your hair automatically.

He avoids your gaze, looking directly at the ground as if he is very anxious. You wait for an answer, but nothing comes out of his mouth, you take a step forward taking his hand and leading him inside.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, after you both sit at the table in your living room.

"I don't know." He lets it out, wondering if he should actually do what he had planned. "I wanted to talk to you about everything."

"In the middle of the night?" You let out a weak laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

"I couldn't sleep, sorry I woke you up." He looked embarrassed, but it was as if being there was more comfortable than anything he had been doing before knocking on the door.

"We can talk, no problem.”

"With us moving here I imagine we'll see each other more often than we have over the years." He looks you in the eyes, the red of the cigarette in them. "And I don't want there to be a fight between us, I don't want there to be things that aren't clear."

You let the air out, trying to look as if you were mature for this situation. "What do you mean by that?"

"Even with our history, is everything ok between us?" He wanted to tell you that the answer was no, that he hadn't forgotten you, but it stayed in his throat just like the growing knot.

"For me yes, but for you I'm not sure." You are honest, letting the frustration go with your words. "You were the one who ignored me the whole party, I felt seventeen again."

"You don't need to be sarcastic." He says rolling his eyes.

"Since when do you call the truth sarcasm?" He arches his eyebrows at your response, you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth. "What I meant is that I'm over it, I just don't know if you are."

"You know what..." He gets up, adjusting his jacket on himself. "I think we've cleared that up, let's just be polite to each other and that's it. I see you around."

"You're kidding right?" A mocking laugh is let out by you, disbelief shines through. "Is that what you consider resolution?”

"I'll see you around." He says, you get ready to close the door. "Let's just keep things between us, like before."

Your eyes roll back and you slam the door shut, anger and confusion rising in your chest. How can he just show up in the middle of the night to turn your life around like that? You only feel the tears when they fall on your arm, was it frustration? You preferred to believe so, but seeing him treat you with so much indifference was painful.

Still angry, you go to the nightstands and open the drawer to take the letter in hand. Your vision blurred with emotions growing, you tear it apart and as soon as the first cut is made the rest are just a trigger for the pieces on the floor. You cry, regretting it and at the same time wanting to disappear... It hadn't even been twenty four hours since he had returned to your life and everything was chaos.

You collect the pieces and place them inside the box you found, trying your best not to glue the pieces together to read something that could be your answer.

...

You had done a good job of trying to forget about Eddie Roundtree, you had gone out with a few people and avoided running into him as much as possible when you met the band. But that became impossible when his brother went to rehab and his niece was born.

You moved into their house to help with the baby, Camila had never been so vulnerable and you couldn't feel more angry at Billy than in those first few months. Of course, you knew he wasn't one hundred percent to blame, addiction wasn't easy and it made you very sad to know he was like this.

Your move wasn't complete, you slept there some nights and other nights you went back to your house or studio to create some pieces of clothing. It was hard to face Eddie every day, but you two made a point of avoiding each other as much as possible.

It was hard to remember why you didn't like Eddie much when he was being so kind every day by your side, you start to remember why you fell in love with him in the first place. He was kind, funny, he helped everyone, but he was still the one that left you. And that was certainly the impasse for you to sympathize with him once again.

Night fell on the horizon as you leaned over the counter, a cigarette between your lips as you thought about everything at the same time.

"I see you still like the sunset, sunshine." The nickname makes your spine shiver, you don't turn around, you just let him get closer to you. "It always reminds me of you."

The chill comes to your belly, you turn away in disbelief. "What are you doing?"

He rolls his eyes, “Trying to get along with you, is it that hard?"

You let out a sigh, avoiding his eyes. "You want us to be friends?"

"What's the harm on that?" he asks, resting himself.

You shrug, trying your best not to ask every single question that haunted you over the years.

"You made yourself pretty clear that day in my place." That's all you say.

"Why are you acting like I'm a bad guy?" He's confused, upset in his eyes.

"You can't just keep doing this to me, appearing in my life and just leaving me!" You let out your frustrations, he looks at you without understanding. His gaze fixed on your eyes was overwhelming.

"What do you mean?" His voice was trembling, he took a deep breath. "Look, I know I acted childish that night, I shouldn't have just popped at your place and said those things. But I mean what I'm doing right now, I made one mistake... You're really going to blame me for the rest of my life?"

"One mistake?" You tried your best to hold back your urge to cry. "Look Eddie, it's been a long time. I understand if you forgot everything we've been through, I don't want to..."

"You're acting like I didn't care for you. Like I don't care." His voice was calm, it left you disconcerted.

"How can you say that you care for me if you haven't even reached for me all these years?" You turn to face the sky, trying to keep calm.

"I was respecting you!" He avoided coming closer, even though he wanted to take your hand in his. "I told you that! I—...

He stops when he sees your confused eyes, concern takes over his.

"You didn't read the letter, did you?"

You swallow hard, he waits for your answer but you open your mouth and close it without saying anything.

"Did you receive it?" He asks, you nod your head. "I don't understand..."

"I never read it." You confess, looking at your feet.

"Why?" He felt exposed, hurt.

You don't answer, he seems devastated.

"Fuck." He says passing his hands through his hair. "I can't believe this."

He left, leaving you alone with the sunset.

You made a point of coming home that day, there was no way you wouldn't go back to read that letter, your heart was aching with all the emotions that came up this afternoon. You were overwhelmed and feeling guilty, but at the same time confused... You needed answers.

When you managed to put the pieces together it was difficult to tell what was there, but your body softened and your heart tightened. There was your answer.

...

Daisy Jones was responsible for the band's growth after Billy's relapse, 'Honeycomb' was a masterpiece and the whole world knew it when those chords sounded on the radio. You were happy and proud for all of them, it was great to see them all achieving a dream that you followed from the beginning.

You were really excited to go on tour with them, You had already made many different pieces and I'm really looking forward to seeing them using what you created for them from the beginning. Today was the day of the first show, if you weren't even going to be on stage, you were nervous, you couldn't imagine how they were.

You couldn't contain the tears of emotion when you saw them there, the fans screaming excitedly and a long-time dream coming true, it was an amazing feeling and you were so happy to be part of this somehow.

It wasn't easy to deal with the information about the last situation you had with Eddie, of course, Billy had returned and you had spent less time together but that whole scene never left your mind. You tried to expel the flashes as much as possible while pretending to listen to what Camila was saying.

"Swetie, are you paying attention to me?" She says between a laugh, the music from the celebration party made it hard to hear her.

"Aham." You lie, watching Eddie talk to Warren and another girl you didn't know a few steps away. Camila follows your gaze, and turns with an arched eyebrow.

"What's going on?" She asks, her voice softly.

"I feel like I'll never be able to leave what we had behind me." You felt the words leave your mouth with honesty for the first time in a while.

"Have you told him that?" She asks, looking between you and him.

"I'm pretty sure he hates me, so..." You let out a breath, trying to hold back your tears.

"Eddie could never hate you Y/N."

"How can you be so sure?" You take a sip of your beer, avoiding looking at the distant group.

"Oh honey, if you only knew how many times he told me how he felt... How many songs I heard—

"Songs?" You cut her off, holding her arm. "He wrote songs about me?"

"Many." She responds, stroking his hand with a motherly affection. "You should talk to him."

You gather all your strength to follow her advice, and little by little you get closer to them. Warren is the first to notice you, waving in a comical way for you to come closer, Eddie avoids your eyes, the girl greets you with a small smile.

"Hey guys, the show was amazing." They smile at your congratulations. "I'm really proud of you guys."

"Thank you sunshine." Eddie says, almost regretting using the nickname. "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay." You say under your breath. "Look, can we talk alone for a second?"

"Sure." He turns to Rojas and the curly-haired woman. "I'll be right back."

Automatically you take his hand and guide him to a more private place, it's a few seconds of silence before you know how to start. He doesn't rush you, he just waits for you to feel good to begin with what you had planned.

"I read your letter." That's all you can say, he swallows hard. "I'm sorry it took me so long..."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter anymore." He tries to say, but you cut him off.

"It does! It matters and you know it." Tears manage to fill your eyes. "We matter for each other, you matter to me... And I don't know about you, and I know it's probably too late but I can't forget you."

He takes a step closer to you, never taking his eyes off of you. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I love you." A choked laugh comes out of you, it was impossible to contain it all longer.

"Fuck." He holds your face in his hands, touching your foreheads together. "Please, don't mess with me." He jokes.

"I'm done building this wall between us." Her voice was honest, her eyes never stopped staring into his. "I just want to be with you."

He kisses you, a kiss you've missed for years, a connection of souls, an inexplicable feeling. His hands cupped your cheeks and caressed your skin, you pulled him close to feel him after so long. He would always be your point of comfort.

"I love you too." He whispers against your lips, your eyes closed. "I love you so fucking much."

"I know it took a while but I kind of want to stay with you." You joke, he lets out a laugh.

"We can tell our children that we've been dating all this time, they don't need to know about this hiatus" He says while caressing your hair.

"Children?" Rojas' voice made you jump in fright. "Damn, you guys are emotional, huh?"

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skylathescholarly · 10 months ago

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My brain has been struggling to support Newsies brainrot and Batfam brainrot, and the result shouldn't surprise you.

Two words: Batfam Newsies AU.

I was struck with it halfway through watching a live production of the Broadway version (amazing), but it would probably be more based on the 1992 movie (childhood favorite, I know it better. As in I can quote it all to you.)

So hear me out- I think Jason as Jack Kelly. In 92sies, Jack Kelly is a fake name, so his real name revealed at the end can be ✨Jason Peter Todd✨! But like, grew up on the streets, no living family, watches out for the younger/newer kids, frustrated with the system. For him, I think, Santa Fe would be a lot more metaphorical, since I can't picture him wanting to leave Gotham, but Santa Fe (the song) just is Jason, you can't tell me otherwise.

Tim as Crutchy, and here's where more of the Broadway comes in, because I love their sibling dynamic in it, and it's a little less so in 92sies. Still there, but not as much. The live show I saw had a younger girl as Crutchy, and their dynamic was just amazingggg. Anyway. Maybe he ran away, maybe his parents died early, maybe they just ditched him, whatever. He does this now.

Dick as Davey, Damian as Les. Now their personalities don't match up quiiiite as well, but I think it could be done. If Dami's a little younger, perhaps. I'm thinking Dick got shuttled into the orphanage and met Dami, and bc it's still Gotham, the orphanage sucks and they're supposed to go make money or whatever. I dunno, that's the tricky bit.

We can keep Snyder, Medda (unless you wanted to put Selina there, but I don't really see it.) the Delanceys and Weasel, and the rest of the gang of newsies as is, unless anyone has suggestions for them. I'm all ears!

I'd go by the movie for this and have Clark Kent be Bryan Denton, the reporter, mostly because I can't really think of anyone to fit the role of Katherine, and definitely not someone I'd ship with Jason. Plus then, Pulitzer can be Lex Luthor and that's amazing to me lol.

And finally Bruce as Governor of New York Gotham, Teddy Roosevelt! I'd definitely have him play a larger role. You have Jason/Jack hitching a ride on his carriage from the Refuge, and then maybe trying to steal his tires or something later on, they talk, blah blah blah, strike stuff.

Of course, at the end of the strike and all, the brothers are closer than ever, and the nice old Governor is like "mine"

I don't know if this is even coherent, but please feel free to add your ideas!! If you use this to write a fic (please someone, I want to but I'm so busy, maybe eventually) just make sure to credit 😊 if there are any Newsies x Batman fics, PLEASE link them!!! I'd love to see it!

#batfamily #fanfiction #dc comics #batman #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #batfam #damian wayne #bruce wayne #clark kent #newsies #92sies #jack kelly #fanfic writing #fanfic inspiration #fanfic prompt #newsies x batman

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thepublishingpress · 1 year ago

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Prettigoddess made a chat

Prettigoddess added seaking, lightninman, Athena Parthenos, Artemis Agrotera, sunboi, and kween_Hera

Prettigoddess: hi everyone <3

Athena Parthenos: What. Is. This.

Prettigoddess: well if you must ask

i made us a groupchat!

sunboi: OH HECK YEAH

I NAME IT

kween_Hera: obviously i should name it first

queen of the gods and all

lightninman: woman i am the king

I gave u ur status what the styx?????

seaking: hera

youre going to start an argument

kween_Hera: i’d like to see them try to refute my claim

That includes you zeus

lightninman disliked this message

seaking: i need to go see my lovely Amphritrite

Artemis Agrotera: Aphrodite

Where are the others?

Prettigoddess: wdym artie

Artemis Agrotera: where are Hades, Persephone, Hestia, Hephaestus, Hermes, Dionysus, Demeter and Ares? One would assume you would add your favorite boyfriend.

Prettigoddess: oh i forgot them

Athena Parthenos: That was… blunt.

sunboi: at least she was honest! i like honesty!

Artemis Agrotera: we know, Apollo.

Athena Parthenos: we know, Apollo.

sunboi: ANYWAY

NAMES

WAHT SHOULD WE CALL THE GROUPCHAT

Athena Parthenos: groupchat of the gods?

sunboi: BOOOORING

be more creative, thena!!!!

Artemis Agrotera: i dont know apollo

Im too busy hunting

sunboi: ughhhh we need more minds!!!!

that’s it im adding the others

wait i cant

Artemis Agrotera: lmao sucks to suck

sunboi: shut up artieeeee

@Prettigoddess plsssss will you add the reast of the gods????

Prettigoddess: okies <3

sunboi: <3

Prettigoddess added king_of_DEATH, goddess of spring, hades i want my child, warwarwar, machines <3, drunk_on_LOOOOVE, messenger pigeon, and Hestia Baseleia

warwarwar: hey ‘dite 😘

Prettigoddess: 😘 hiii ares <3333

machines <3: gross

i am so glad we divorced aphrodite

Prettigoddess: same

how’s aglaea

machines <3: my wife is fine, thanks

Hestia Baseleia: aphrodite

what is this

Prettigoddess: hey hestia!!! Its called a groupchat, dear :)

Hestia Baseleia: ah i see

why is it called unnamed?

sunboi: we (dite) brought you all in here to help us pick a name!!!

Athena Parthenos: i have already suggested to Apollo that we name the chat Groupchat of the Gods.

sunboi: and i have already said that that is boring as heck and we are NOT going to pick that.

Athena Parthenos: I’m not the best at names, Apollo! Dionysus, help!

drunk_on_LOOOOVE: gotta agree w/ ‘pols

sorry ‘thena

Athena Parthenos: Is this was betrayal feels like

Dionysus, you were my favorite

drunk_on_LOOOOVE: but you weren’t mine <3

sunboi: oooh buuurn!!!!

messenger pigeon: F in the chat for Athena

drunk_on_LOOOOVE: f

sunboi: f

Hestia Baseleia: I suppose i’ll just put f

warwarwar: F

machines <3: f

hades i want my child: f

king_of_DEATH: f

goddess of spring: f

Athena Parthenos: … can we just get back to picking names?

Please?

sunboi: fine

Ideas ppl

I want them now

goddess of spring: hmmm…

What about Being Dysfunctional Sucks

machines <3: Persephone

While that is very true

Perhaps we can shorten it

messenger pigeon: wb

Dysfunctional Fam™

sunboi: oh. my. god.

BRILLIANT HERMES!!!

I KNEW YOU WERE THE BEST

messenger pigeon: you literally tried to kill me when i was a baby

A baby

sunboi: weve all tried to kill each other so hush

hades i want my child: ye but he was a child

I am very protective of children after what happened to my dear Perse

goddess of spring: mother ive told you time and time again IM FINE

HADES IS FINE

king_of_DEATH: awww perse im fine???? Tysm <33333

goddess of spring: nooo hades dear

Youre amazingggg <33333

kind_of_DEATH: <33333

Artemis Agrotera: pls stop b4 i puke

Prettigoddess: artie stop being so against

Loooooove

Artemis Agrotera: never

Prettigoddess: Anyway, ill name the chat

Prettigoddess has renamed the chat to Dysfunctional Fam™

Messenger pigeon: perfection

Everyone liked this message.

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according to my sources, aka google, aglaea is hephaestus' new wife, which i think is obviously better than aphrodite. tbh, probably any goddess would be better than aphrodite. anyway, im enjoying this so far :) f in chat for athena <3

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m-ilkiee · 5 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/m-ilkiee/767516635068284928/hiiii-hope-youre-doing-amazingggg-i-just-wanted?source=share

im more invested in monsters than reading my reviewers for exams😔 i have like 3 more + a swimming exam (i cant swim)... but im curious how many gf did mikey have since yn started liking him? also its up to us to think the appearance of yn but how do you imagine her? sorry i hope this makes sense. my exams are fuckinh with head💀

First of all, please PLEASE FOCUS ON SCHOOL BABES. School and having good grades is very important.

I think he's dated like three girls, and broke up with one of them very recently before the events of Monsters -one of the reasons why he was hostile to her.

Oohh I think I've given a reveal on how the reader looks like, but I'll show you again:

I also said if she had a name, it would be Evangeline.

Ask me or Share an opinion on Monsters

#asks 🍓#monsters 💘

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oddmawd · 6 months ago

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I need the time apart Doffy spent from the Princess or Doffy's POV of the events to see how bad he's really got it. 😩 That moment when he went all soft and melted in the Princess' hands during the NSFW was perfect👌🏻💋 more of that pathetic needy Doffy desperate for his princess to tell him she loves him and him looking at her in wonder like he can't believe she's here with him, please.

I loved the description of "the monster wearing the face of the man she loved" was perfect, I loved it, just enough of that dread that whoop that is a PIRATE. It made me go "OH THERE HE FCKN IS! THERE HE IS, HELLO, DOFFY, TOOK YOU A WHILE!" I was SEATED and ECSTATIC AND GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET.

Also, when he started laughing and smiling manically in his Doffy fashion I shouted "THERE HE IS! THERE'S OUR CRAZY FLAMINGO MAN! STRAP IN, CUS THIS MAN IS CRAAAAAZY! GOOD FCKN LUCK!" and his monologue — he was ECSTATIC. He's in love, but in his usual, toxic Doffy fashion.

I loved the last sentences a lot. "Survive the honeymoon" checks out seeing how much stamina Doffy naturally has and you showed that very well. I wonder just how much hours he'll spend with the princess in his cabin now and later in bed in Dressrosa...

And of course the "locked in Doflamingo's embrace", "cradled in possessive arms" I love the dichotomy.

To end on a fluffy note, the Pirate Warlord appears to love cuddling his wife which is adorable.

Also, based for 1 little diamond for each month they were apart... 3 years... So there are 36 little diamonds in the ring?

Love this story! ❤️

- @physics-of-one-piece

"Doffy POV in the time they were apart" is currently winning the poll and i can see why! so much went on outside of the princess's POV that it makes sense people are curious what happened...i didn't include Doffy POV in the story proper because i felt the tension was better without it, leaving the princess and the reader always guessing, but for supplementary material i think it's a great bonus!

one scene i have planned is set after the "chess game for the fate of the princess," him just looking at her as she sleeps...a bit creepy, sure, but i think that moment of him being alone with her will be very sweet, he can reflect and emote without anyone judging him so that's the moment he's most likely to let down his guard

AND I AM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED THE MOMENTS DOFFY WENT A BIT NUTS! i partly think he was performing for the General outside the door, but also he IS just a little deranged and was letting loose now that the princess is his and he doesn't have to fear losing her...time to let that freak flag fly y'know what i mean?

omg. you have no idea how happy i am that you noticed the locked/cradled+embrace/possessive wording....i was pretty deliberate with that line and it's rare people point out my phrasing choices so knowing you noticed is a HUGE TREAT for meeeeee (இ﹏இ`｡)

yes, 36 diamonds!!! i think there might need to be two halos of them around the center stone to fit so many LMAO NO WONDER SHE HAD TROUBLE COUNTING

THANK YOU FOR THIS, YOU MADE MY DAY, YOU ARE AMAZINGGGG!

#the art of queen sacrifice #one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #donquixote doflamingo

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carmenized-onions · 11 months ago

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and i’m back with another yap session🤭okay okay, there were some parts that i forgot to mention last time so hopefully i can hit them this time and feel less insane😀

1. SYD AND TONY!!! i’ve been wanting to touch on them for a while but i never know how to do in a way that makes sense?? BUT THE FRIENDSHIP IS SO PRECIOUS, I CAN’T. they remind of the tiktok sound that’s like “we were girls together” and i literally can’t get that outta my head with them🥺 i think i just love reading about tony and the rest of the gang?? like i love seeing how they fit into the chaotic puzzle that was the beef– ESPECIALLY with all the new changes happening!! plus carmy’s reactions to tony’s dynamic with everyone is actually hilarious😭 like when he was so pressed that ppl have their own nicknames for her. like carmy, please remember to breathe LMAOOO

2. also the current chapters are still making me wanna run up my WALLS😭i don’t think i ever know peace anymore… WHAT DO MEAN THE WORSE DAY IF THEIR LIVES IS COMING?? SAVE ME?? IM SCARED??

3. and carmy’s so sick and twisted but like me too so it’s cool😎 but in all seriousness, it reminds me of that feeling of being in a 3 person friend group but knowing there’s a duo and you’re not apart of it (am i articulating this properly?? idk??) it’s such an odd feeling to be jealous of something that you know you probably shouldn’t be. like just because they’re besties, doesn’t mean that they care for you any less. but i also get his desire to wanting to be her person and not just the little brother full in but then again, you can’t even blame him for feeling like that cause WHO WOULDN’T??

AHHH THERES SO MUCH MORE I WANNA SAY but this is getting kinda long so i will hold off‼️again, just wanna reiterate how much your writing makes me wanna ascend into the divine plane; it literally so amazingggg😫 tysm for reading this certified long ass yap session🫶🏾

Cannot define enough how much I love these yap sessions, literally always feel free to send me any and all fleeting thoughts in the brain box.

aside: new chapter uhhhh Sunday probably? Maybe tomorrow possibly? Pending how fast I am. I'm trying to get the next two chapters drafts done together so I can refine the first one with the knowledge of what's gonna happen in the second. Cause n Effect, All That.

ANYWAYS, you can be incoherent-- Just so you know-- It's my job to make sense of what's in my inbox, u don't have to work on that. BUT YES I LOVE WRITIN EM, I am slowly more and more just writing bits and pieces of my own friendships and isms into them. So, they're a delight of memories, to write about. AND VERY MUCH SO WE WERE GIRLS TOGETHER. I think that's literally a line, in delivery fees, something like 'you become girls, together' cause it's just ! regress! in a good way hehe.

I love writing Tony with the idea of a season 3 Bear-- Because it's this weird thing where she is simultaneously new and old-- And everything to her is also new and old. It's this weird fucking neo-nostalgia that's really fun to chew on. AND YES HE'S SO CREASED.

I try to put myself in the perspective of the perspective I'm writing for, with whatever, and when I was writing Carmen's chapter I was like this stupid motherfucker Richie got to do all this shit and hae all these stupid nicknames why the FUCK DO YOU WANT TO SAY HI TO HIM?? RICHIE!!!!?!?!??!?! And then reading it back now, a week or so later, I was like Wow. Kind of a lot, bro. Lets both take a step back.

2. Your fears are valid. Well. Is that what I'm supposed to say here? Hm. Here's what I'll say, I haven't gotten to the bad bad part, yet. So like, it could end up being not that bad, to you guys. To me it's bad. It's really bad. But like, maybe you're fine. ALSO 3RD OR 4TH WORST DAY I SAID-- JUST THE WORST FRIDAY. Because I had to give them Top something, I just needed to get specific.

3. As the littlest sibling, 100%. I can't see myself being friends with any of my older brothers' friends, so the idea of becoming one of their friends and posthumously finding out they were best friends with my brother? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? DID THEY TELL YOU ABOUT ME? DO YOU THINK I'M LITTLE BABY LITTLE STUPID? And it's also like, just being friends with All of The Beef is like ohhhhh, I remember it took me a long time to warm up and make my way with them, but for you it was probably so easy cause you're just like that, which is why I like you so why do I feel angry about that !!!

AND ONCE AGAIN, THANK YOU THANK YOU, FEEL FREE TO YELL IN MY INBOX WHENEVER. P.s if anyone made it this far, u got me. I'm makin' a taglist. Reply/DM/Ask to be added!

But if you wanna be added,,,, you gotta send an essay in with it baby, or I simply won't it's the RULES!

p.s i really do love u so dearly for sending in your thoughts thank u thank u angel <3

#yapping #ask #extensive yapping

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