#Whatya want from me...?

[moonchild-in-blue]

Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of The Rising Sun

[nastylillad]

Fine!! I'll draw Playboy Silvie... (who asked?? Me bitch) she's already a bunny so I don't think she'd need a tail and ears... Maybe wear an extra set of ears because her ears are droopy?? Or maybe just put her hair up to make them more prominent?? Idk idk I"lol brainstorm a bit

silvie brainrot

shes a server and maybe she works the poker table <3 the managers fav lil bunny <333333

[evillillad]

WHY DIDNT ANYONE TELL ME

[snekdood]

*pressuring my brother to get a dna test so i can maybe? figure out for sure what im mixed with to make tumblr users rest easy knowing they get to sort me in one neat little box or another*

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

At the start of your friendship, Logan noticed how you prefer bigger, bagger clothes. It started with you wearing oversized shirts, and then the fall came, and you'd be in way too big sweatshirts. When the winter came and you only ever wore oversized sweaters and your winter coat was 4 sizes too big he took note that if he ever had to buy you clothes to just buy the biggest he could find so he started doing that and every time he did you were over the moon. "This is so comfortable!!!" You'd squeal and give him a hug after trying it on.

When the two of you get together, Logan is quick to realize two things. You love his leather jacket, and he loves you in it. It's not uncommon for you to "steal" it from him, and each time he catches you in it, a small smile graces his face.

As your relationship continued, it strengthened as well. Anyone who knew Logan knew he wasn't the marriage type, but that changed with you. Your 3rd anniversary was coming up, and after a drunken conversation with Wade, Logan finally came to the realization that he wanted you forever. It was hard to hide what he was doing from you, but he managed to sneak away to a jewelry store. As he left the house, he threw on his jacket and checked to make sure he had his wallet and keys, then he was out the door.

It took 2 weeks of sneaking out and going to different jewelers but he finally found the ring, he found your ring. He will never admit it but tears did form when he found it sitting in the glass case, he knew he found the one, once again.

He quickly checked out and put the box in his pocket. He didn't want a fancy little bag or a receipt. He knew you'd find those too quickly, and then that would make you start questioning things. Feeling the weight of the box in his pocket, it felt like a fire was burning against his skin. He wanted the proposal to be perfect, but he also wanted you to have the ring already dammit.

He sneaked back into the house and hung his jacket up. You weren't home yet so he just went to start dinner, completely forgetting about the ring after a while.

The next day, you had errands to run, and Logan had to go help Wade. You got up with Logan, and the two of you got ready together. You got dressed, grabbed your keys and your purse, and put on his leather jacket before leaving the house. When you threw the jacket on, it was noticeable that he had something in his pocket, but you didn't think anything of it, so you just went to the coffee table to put whatever it was on there. You stuck your hand in the pocket and grasped the small velvet box. When you pulled the box out, you gasped before you could stop yourself.

Logan was in the bathroom doing his hair when he heard you gasp. It was soft enough that he knew you weren't in danger, but it was clear you were shocked by something. Curiosity got the best of him, and he ended up wandering into the living room. "Baby? Are you okay in here?" He asked teasingly, but the color left his face when he saw what you had in your hands. "Oh shit."

"Lo?" You asked meekly as you turn to look at him better. Tears were already forming in your eyes, and you hadn't even opened the box yet. He was afraid to see your reaction when he did open the box if this is how you are right now. He took your hands into his and held them gently, "Baby..." He took the box from you and opened it in front of you, "whatya say? Will you marry me?"

It took you five seconds to respond but those were the longest five seconds of his life, it felt like his heart was about to be ripped from him and he couldn't breath as he waited to hear your response. You never did verbally say yes. You squealed and kissed him passionately before thrusting your hand close to his face "gimme" you said excitedly. You were practically bouncing as you watched him put the ring on your hand, and with tears finally falling freely, you looked at it closely before kissing him more softly. "I love it, it fits perfectly." This was the first purchase he ever made you that fit you just the way it was supposed to.

Request are open!!!!

Taglist: @mahi-tamashi @100percentlazybonez @lanassmarty

[shiplessoceans]

Good Omens S2 Episode 6 confession scene speculation:

Aziraphale didn't respond to the love confession from Crowley because he didn't realise it was one until Crowley mentioned the Nightingale and kissed him.

Allow me to explain.

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Aziraphale interrupted Crowley to give him the news from Metatron, so when Crowley starts his spiel:

"We've been together a long time, I could always rely on you...we're a group....we've spent our existence pretending we aren't...if Gabriel and Beelzebub can go off together then we can...we don't need heaven/hell they're toxic...you and me whatya say?"

Aziraphale interprets everything Crowley is saying as his rebuttal to the 'good news', not a separate declaration of his feelings.

What Aziraphale just told him shaped Crowley's confession, instead of finally telling Aziraphale how he feels about him, he's now backed into a corner and trying to change Aziraphales mind. Offering to run off with him as the alternative to the Metatron's offer.

The repetition of the phrase: "go off together" from the bandstand fight in season one feels very intentional here. It would be easy for Aziraphale to think 'this is just Crowley's response when the divine plan interferes, he always wants to run away'.

Aziraphale believes that he just needs to make Crowley understand the situation and opportunity that this is and everything will be alright:

"Come with me! To heaven, I can run it, you can be my second in command. We can make a difference!"

Crowley is looking defeated already, in his mind he's bared his soul and Aziraphale is a brick wall. So if he can't tempt the angel into staying with the love he has for him (which Crowley thinks he's declared but he really hasn't), he'll get him to change his mind by evoking something else he loves:

"You can't leave this bookshop."

Aziraphale scoffs fondly. 'Silly demon, you were just suggesting we run off together and abandon it only a moment ago!' He thinks Crowley is trying to 'work' him here and the old serpent might even be selflessly trying to spare the angel the loss of his beloved bookshop in order to restore Crowley and help the world, which would be just like him to be so covertly protective. So Aziraphale reassures him, a bookshop doesn't matter to him as much as Crowley and the world. It's just a collection of objects really. Humanity is more important. Crowley is far more important.

"Oh Crowley, nothing lasts forever."

Crowley is crushed. Nothing lasts forever. Not even the two of them. So he covers his sadness with his glasses, walls back up, and he tries to leave.

Aziraphale is baffled. He just reassured Crowley that he was alright with change if it means things could be better. Why is Crowley leaving? Is he worried that they won't spend time together anymore? That he won't have time for his friend as a supreme archangel?

"Crowley come back!....we can be together, angels!...I need you!"

Crowley can't even look at him in that moment. Why would Aziraphale say that? The two of them together only if he accepts heaven again? Conditional love? That's not fair. It hurts.

Aziraphale meanwhile is hurt by Crowley's turning away, his silence and a bit incensed at what he perceives as ingratitude. Aziraphale didn't really want to go back to heaven, but he'd do it if it meant Crowley could be happy and safe and Crowley doesn't seem to appreciate that:

"I don't think you understand what I'm offering you."

Crowley went through the fall. He asked the questions. Did his best to protect humanity and it has brought him nothing but suffering. He's well aware what's on offer. He's seen heavens cruelty and capriciousness firsthand and been burned by it repeatedly. How can Aziraphale choose them over him and still think everything will work out?

"I understand. I think I understand a whole lot better than you do."

Crowley loves Aziraphale's big foolish optimism and kind heart and he thinks it's the very thing taking the angel away from him. This isn't how it was supposed to go. It's all slipping away from him.

"Listen. You hear that?"

Aziraphale can't even keep up at this point.

This is what comes of thousands of years of 'not talking about it' and living under threat of holy retribution if they are discovered. They're talking past each other, having two different conversations. Obfuscation and code has become their communication medium by necessity and it's failing them.

It's frustrating Aziraphale that he can't get a grip on this conversation:

"I don't hear anything!"

And Crowley drops the bomb.

"That's the point. No Nightingale's."

Oh. Suddenly we're on the same page. You can see from Aziraphale's face that he understands to what Crowley's referring. The Nightingale in Berkely square. Angels dining at the Ritz...

"You idiot! We could have been... us."

Crowley's talking about the big unspoken thing between them. Their relationship, thousands of years of dancing around each other like binary stars gravitationally and inexorably drawn together over and over. The thing Aziraphale was beginning to be bold about, (dancing notwithstanding) before Metatron came along and distracted him.

And it seems to Aziraphale that gut-wrenchingly, Crowley is finally acknowledging their mutual love only to point out that it's gone. Lost. They could have finally been together, an us, but Aziraphale ruined it because he's an 'idiot'.

After being quietly in love with Crowley for years, for Aziraphale to have his offer to return to heaven together and his unspoken love rejected in one fell swoop is devastating.

Overcome, he begins to cry and turns away, not wanting Crowley to see how hurt he is.

Crowley for his part is desperate. He has to do something. Maybe Aziraphale doesn't understand what Crowley is offering him! One fabulous kiss and va-voom right?

In a final desperate act, he kisses Aziraphale. Tries for passionate. Tries to show him that he loves him and show him what they could be because his words clearly aren't working.

Aziraphale is shocked and angry. He wants to kiss Crowley of course. But not like this. Not as a taunt. Crowley just told him their chance is over so what else could this be but a final insult. A kiss to punish the angel. It's a cruelty he didn't believe Crowley capable of.

And despite how mean it is. It's also what Aziraphale has wanted for so long he can't help but melt into it for a brief moment. Allow himself to feel what it would have been like to be that close before losing it forever.

Then Crowley lets go and Aziraphale breaks away on a sob, feeling wounded. Hurt beyond words that Crowley would use his feelings against him like this, gutted to be losing the man he loves and not understanding why.

The worst part is that Aziraphale doesn't have it in him to hate Crowley, even if he thinks the kiss was a cruel gesture. He still loves him. So he gathers himself and does what Aziraphale does when someone hurts him.

He forgives.

"I forgive you."

I forgive you for rejecting my attempt to restore you and make you happy, I forgive you for rejecting God and heaven yet again, I forgive you for acknowledging our love and then rejecting it. I forgive you for kissing me, giving me a fleeting glimpse of what we could have been to each other. I love you and I forgive you all that.

Crowley is done. Breath knocked out of him on a last sigh. He tried. And the Angel forgave him yet again for something he never asked or wanted forgiveness for. He doesn't want to be penitent for loving Aziraphale. Shouldn't have to apologise or regret wanting them to be together.

"Don't bother."

Aziraphale looks surprised Crowley is leaving because he genuinely is. He can't understand how it's all gone so horribly wrong. He gasps, shocked and can't even call out to him to stop, come back.

He cries, touches his lips where Crowley had kissed him. Tries to gather himself and barely has 10 seconds before Metatron is back.

At the end of that scene:

Crowley thinks he confessed his love and Aziraphale chose heaven over him because he didn't want to stop being a demon.

Aziraphale thinks Crowley rejected heaven, then rejected Aziraphale and threw their love back in his face as a final unkindness.

Aziraphale leaves and goes to heaven anyway because in his mind he's already lost Crowley and there is nothing left to stay for. If he doesn't have Crowley he needs a new purpose and it's going to be saving the world. He'll convince himself of it. And he'll push that broken heart down and the pain will fade if he just smiles through it. It will be enough, to make heaven better. It has to be. Maybe if he proves that he can make a difference Crowley might see the error of his ways and speak to him again? Surely. Hopefully.

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Both of them are hurt and confused and lost and oh dear hell I really feel for them.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Octorio x Octo Mer Child reader but reader lost a tentacle in a barracuda incident and is now insecure and doesn't want to come out of their hiding hole and punching the octorio with their other tentacles when they try to get reader out?

(Btw love your writing!🫶🏼)

Nemo Child Reader | Yandere Octotrio

It’d be the same as Octo - Merchild that’s scared of Octavinelle except this one has the scars to prove it

But what about a Nemo-like Reader

Who was injured by a barracuda when you were developing in your egg

But you don’t remember that so you don’t really care about it now

All that remains is your little tail that has a deformed fin

But that doesn’t stop you 

When the Octatrio proposes taking you on a swim 

“So you’re from the sea?”

“Yup I think I haven’t changed in a looong time.”

“If you’d like we’re going to the Coral sea for break, would you like to come?”

“Oh yeah!” 

“You can’t go too far okay?”

“Okay!”

they just aren’t prepared to see such an obvious scar

You’re such a little young fish

And you have no fear of them even as they dwarf you in their forms

“Whatya guys holding your mouth open for come swim with me!”

“Uh…Right…”

“I’m surprised they can swim as fine as they do.”

“Oi Clownie-(Y/n) did you lose your fin to a shark or what?”

“Floyd!”

“It’s okay it’s actually a super cool story!”

They’re actually worried that you’re not more afraid 

And that’s what they’ll decide to begin teaching you to be afraid

“Okay (Y/n) you’ll have to tell me what do you do if you see the creature on the card coming towards you, okay?”

“Mmm okay!”

“Now this.”

“Jellyfish?...Maybe a big hug?”

“No. What about this one?”

“Oh yeah he’s a friend of my dad’s so hug too!”

“Oh Sevens.”

Despite priding the deep on being their teacher for their lessons about survival 

They’re not letting you get the same lessons

“Ne Jade wanted me to teach you about running but now we’re just playing tag!”

“Is that so bad? I’m having fun.”

“I would be if you weren’t so slow. Why aren’t you faster? You know little guppies like you get eaten real easy.”

You’re obviously not fit to learn the same way they did

So they’ll get you an anemone

A perfect little way to keep you protected 

But that’s only in the sea when it comes to things on land you’re none the wiser

So they’ll be your anemone 

“Should that student ever say that to you again I want you to come to the Lounge.”

“But I can’t buy anything I’ll just get in the way.”

“No you won’t. I’ll personally handle who ever bothers you. Big Brother Jade promises you.”

“Mmm okay!” 

Moving you into the Octavinelle dorm posthaste

You’re so oblivious they’ll have to just take care of it 

Don’t you know they’ll protect you best

[charliedawn]

Okay Charlie what me out, how would the slashers react to the nurse doing tricking moves as self defense, Tricking is a training discipline that combines kicks with flips and twists from martial arts and gymnastics as well as many dance moves and styles from breakdancing. It is a martial art that borrows techniques from taekwondo, wushu, capoeira, and more

Here’s a few examples

Take your time with this request, but if you don’t want to do it feel free to delete it

"…Is that some kind of dance ?"

Freddy—as clueless and jerky as ever—would just laugh his ass off while watching you tricking. He would just watch you and smirk while eating popcorn.

"Interesting. Tricking—is it ?"

Norman would take an interest and read about it before watching you and trying it out on his own. He would also give you self-defense advice and you would share your thoughts and experiences.

"…Whatya doin’, darls ? Kickin’ the air ? What did the air ever do to ya ?" *laughs*

He would laugh and watch you with a big grin on his face. He wouldn’t necessarily try. But, he’d be supportive. He would whistle at some good kick or a particularly impressive performance.

Barry: "…Could I join ?"

Barry would be interested in trying it out and would join your lessons or train with you. Barry does yoga and likes to keep his body fit. Plus, the horde would be happy to learn more about self-defence, as they used to be defenceless…

Penny: "…FUN !"

He would take it as a game and replicate your movements or in a very exaggerated way. He would extend his limbs and laugh as you would both start doing tricking moves together.

[rebelfell]

I'm obsessed with "The Freak" / "Magic Dick Munson" just so you know 😰😫🤡 Below is me thinking out loud about him lmao:

This dude has to have a bit of an ego by now though, right? Like obviously as he was starting out, he was shook by the response (physical and otherwise) woman were having to how he looked and fucked, but now it's par for the course. BUT he is still the same dude who grew up bullied and an outcast, so maybe instead of becoming all egotistical, it morphs into a kind of self assured smugness? Like, to all the girls who made fun of him in HS, he's just like- "You looked down on me in HS, now you want me to go down on you? Fat chance, sweetheart." Doesn't give them the time of day.

BUT ALSO I just thought- maybe that kind of attitude would transfer over into his work life too and he would work with the stereotypical pornstar pretty girls- give them pleasure like they have never experienced but as soon as the shoot was over he was NOT interested in making friends, getting numbers ect. This was STRICTLY a professional relationship, coz he knows these are the exact type of girls who used to have zero respect for him. He also feels like he has nothing in common with them. Maybe he's actually really lonely underneath it all ?? Oh God what have I done?? *shakes you violently* PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS NOT SO BUT ALSO THAT IT IS AND OFC YOU ARE THE ONE WHO CAN FIX THAT FOR HIM, SARAH!

No but when I tell you you are SPOT ON —

I think his guarded nature definitely leaks over into his work—he’s not just magically gonna get over all the girls who made him feel worthless all those years? And he for sure has an ego, but it’s not as big as you would expect it to be.

Because he’s really not “doing” anything, if that makes sense? He’s not even trying.

In my head, this Eddie is just Good™️ at a bunch of different things, and sex is just one of them. It’s not like music where he had to practice and learn and practice more. It was more like he was with someone once who told him he should try it.

So he did, and whatya know, he’s great at it.

But he could take or leave it, cos it really is all the same—people using him, taking from him, not looking out for him or protecting him.

Except for you ♥️

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[super-ion]

Been slowly working on a new story. Mostly mental work so far, but I got a couple snippets that I wanna share to try to get me motivated.

She grabs my arm and shoves me roughly against the wall of the alleyway. "What-" She slaps a hand against my mouth and leans in. "Soldiers. Shut up." She presses her body against mine, leaning in far too intimately. I hear the bootsteps and try not to think about how incredibly close her face is to mine. The soldiers are talking casually as they pass. One pauses, noticing us, but quickly continues, most likely made uncomfortable by the scene of our apparent romantic encounter. Something under her hood twitches and I can make out a long tapered ear that has come loose from her head wrap. The soldiers pass and she releases me to peer cautiously at the street. "We need to get out of the city," she mutters. "You're... you're void touched?" I stammer. She goes still and her ears quiver again. It's unmistakable this time, definitely not my imagination. Finally she scowls and flicks her hood back slightly to adjust the wrap on her head. "Yeah," she replies accusingly, "that's what happens when generations of people grow up breathing adamantine dust."

I watched Castle in the Sky for the very first time a couple months ago, then I went on a Treasure Island retelling kick. I also really want to write something gender bendy.

She shimmies out of the tight space, first revealing a fluffy bobbed tail, then a tight sleeveless shirt, filthy with sweat and grease. I can't help but stare at the lean wiry muscles of her arms and shoulders and the fine pattern of criss crossing scars in her skin. Then finally, her head pops out followed by a fist clenched around a wrench. "Alright!" she calls to the other end of the room, apparently not noticing me. "Let her rip!" I can't hear the sound of whatever levers are being thrown over the noise of the working engines, but I *feel* the thump as some mechanism rumbles to life. Then comes a lurch in my stomach and every hair on my arms stands up as the air comes alive. Her ears and tail quiver with excitement and she grins. She turns and jumps slightly at the sight of me. "Oh! Hey Fay!" She sees the bottle of water and makes grabby hands for it. She gulps greedily, her skin glistening with sweat from the hot engine room. I stare at the arch of her neck. There's a streak of dust smeared across her cheek. She lowers the bottle with a satisfied smack of her lips. "Whatya think?" she asks, tapping her wrench lightly on the metal shell of the machinery behind her. "Thaumaturgic heat exchanger, specially modified. Take care of her and she'll keep you flying forever." She tosses the wrench spinning and deftly catches it with a wink in my direction. I feel my face flush and I don't think it's from the heat of the engine room.

Also, it's got girls falling in love with girls

My breath is coming quicker and quicker now. The danger is past, but the tightness in my chest has only grown worse as the horror of my situation has set in. "Hey! Fay. Ya good?" My eyes jerk sharply towards Lexia. She's staring at me with a look of naked concern. How can she look at me like that, knowing what I am? "I'm... I'm not... My whole life is a lie. I'm not who I'm supposed to be. I'm not... I'm not anyone." The tightness in my chest is a physical pain now. How can I- Her hands are on my cheeks, pushing my face gently up to meet her soft brown eyes. "Hey," she says softly. "Yer... I dunno who yer supposed t' be, I never met that person. But I did meet you. Yer kind and beautiful and brave and you cook the best dumplings I've ever had and... gods, I ain't good at this sorta thing. I guess what I'm trying to say is I know *you* and I'm glad I got to meet *you*." I stand frozen in her gaze, not trusting myself to look away, lest I burst into tears. "You think I'm beautiful?" I ask, my voice a hoarse whisper. Her face colors. "Er... inside beautiful, like nice and caring and that sort of thing... I mean, yer outside beautiful too, no doubt about that... Er, I mean... ah... hmm..." She looks so flustered now, I can't help but laugh. I fall into an awkward embrace and I laugh and cry and it hurts. I bury my face in her shoulder and her arms close reassuringly around me.

[lost-my-sanity]

Luffy not realizing you’ve been flirting with him Drabble… this was requested and I wasn’t sure what gender to make it so I played it safe and made it gender neutral so everyone can enjoy it

I walk along the deck of the sunny, it’s been kind of boring lately. We’ve just been sailing from one log post to the next, we’ve been at sea for days on end at this point and I’m getting a little bit stir crazy. An idea pops into my head…

I should go bother Luffy. I’ve held a certain attraction to the rubber captain for a while now.

I haven’t been discreet about it either. It’s come to a point that the rest of the crew is taking bets on when he will finally realize how I feel about him and if he’d reciprocate.

Often I will cuddle into him, constantly searching him out and spending hours on end talking to him, flirting with him shamelessly even if he doesn’t realize that’s what I’m doing.

Sanji is still a little pissed about it, he says a “beautiful being ” like me shouldn’t spend a single thought on a guy like Luffy. I can’t help myself but to always find myself drawn to him.

Maybe it’s the way his eyes twinkle when he gets a crazy idea, or the conviction he has in following his dream to be king of the pirates, it’s definitely the way he would sacrifice himself for any one of us in a heartbeat, or anyone that offers him meat for the matter…As I continue my walk I notice him sitting in his favorite spot on the head of Sunny’s mast.

“Hey, Luff!” I call out with a smile, eyes twinkling in the bright sunlight. The captain turns to me with a bright smile.

“Hey! He responds and launches himself down to stand next to me.

“I’m bored, and what better way to relieve the boredom than spending it with my favorite captain?” I say looking at him from beneath my eyelashes.

“I’m your only captain… wait unless you count Ussop, but he’s not a real captain!” He pouts at me and I want nothing more than to kiss his pouty lips.

“Well… you might be my only captain, but you aren’t the only captain” I tease him, tickling his sides.

“But I’m the only captain that matters, right?!” He asks in between giggles

“You’ve always been the only one that matters, Luffy” I said seriously while still smiling at him.

“Aw! You matter to me too!” He says wrapping his arms around me several times, squishing his face against my own.

“Hey, Luffy… have you ever thought about maybe finding someone for yourself?” I ask testing the waters.

“Like someone for our crew? Well I like who we have now, you guys are awesome! But I guess I wouldn’t mind if someone else joins us.” He states while still squished against me.

“No, I mean like romantically. I have no doubt that you’ll be king of the pirates but wouldn’t you like to have someone to rule by your side?” I ask in all seriousness.

“I guess I’ve never really thought about that if I’m being honest… I mean sure I’d like to have someone, but I’ve never thought someone would be interested in me like that.” He says honestly while rubbing the back of his raven haired locks.

“What if… what if someone did like you, do you think you’d be able to like them back?” I ask, eyes searching his face.

“Well… I think so but it would depend on who they are, if they understand my dreams.” Luffy responds with all sincerity.

“…what if that person was me?” I speak softly afraid of what was about to happen next.

“Whatya mean? Ya gotta crush on me or somethin’?” He asks, eyes comically wide.

“Well, yeah Luffy, I have for a while now.”I admit with a shy smile on my face.

“Why’d ya not say anything before?!” He exclaims, throwing his arms into the air and stretching them far into the sky before snapping them back down to normal size.

“Ya mean I coulda been kissing ya this whole time?!” He yells, catching me completely off guard. I stumble back at how loud he was.

“Kissing me the whole time? What do you mean, Luffy?” I ask, brows knitted in confusion.

“I like you too! Silly!” He says, teeth in a wide grin as he pulls me in closer again.

“Never thought you saw me as anything more than the captain.” He states calmly, still smiling

“You really didn’t know I liked you? What about all the time we spent together, my blatant flirting?” I ask trying to find out if he truly didn’t know or not.

“Thought you did that with everyone!” He responds back.

“Nope, just you, rubber boy” I state honestly.

Luffy pulls me in closer, our noses touching at his point.

“Well, that’s settled then. You’re mine now.” He smiles and kisses my lips leaving my face to tint red and my own lips to curve up into a smile.

“Yeah, I guess it is settled then… I’m yours”

[spideycatt]

Hair Day || M.M x BlackBoho!Reader

Oneshot

Synopsis:

You do Miles' hair, to say he's tenderheaded is an understatement... (can be read as 1610 or 42 Miles)

Word Count: 1.4K

Song Recs: Dangerous // Meek Mill, Trust // Brent Faiyaz, 2AM // SZA, My Boo // Usher

Warnings: Fem Reader, Reader has a potty mouth (use of the word nigga like 3 times), use of aave (mainly reader, some miles), smoking dojaaaa, shot-gunning, reader has locs, banter, suggestive jokes (Miles is a jokester y'all), reader is black (cuz some of y'all can't read), no spanish bc I'm rusty with it rn :(

I think that's it lol. lmk if I missed something!!

[not proofread]

"I was in love with you when we were younger, you were myyyy, my boo." You sang and nodded your head to the beat of "My Boo," playing off your speaker, bracelets dangling together as you got all your hair products together. Miles texted you a couple of hours ago asking if you could wash and braid his hair for him since his mom was at work. That leaves you here now, on the floor, searching for your mousse under your bathroom sink.

"You know, seeing you like this is funny.."

You jumped and hit your head on the cabinet (ouchie) as you heard your boyfriend's voice suddenly behind you. Whipping your head around to glare at the tall boy, quick to fuss at him. "Bro, who told you you could just pop up whenever you wanted without texting first?"

"Uhm, first of all, I'm not your bro," He said, pulling you off the ground. "And I did text baby, but it seems like you were away from the phone." He finishes as he tries to put a small peck to your lips, but you move your head to the side. "Damn, baby. It's like that now?"

"Nigga don't play with me. You fucking made me hit my head, so yeah, it's like that," you answer like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "How'd you even get in?" you wondered aloud, quickly getting your answer as you glanced at your now open window. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh. You should start locking that."

"As if that shit would stop you."

"You got me there." He chuckled, looking at you walk to change the song on your phone. 2 AM by SZA starts playing. "Whatya looking for anyway?" your boyfriend questions you. "Mousse, you said you wanted braids, right?" You reply, looking at him over your shoulder as he nods. "Gimme a sec. I'm gonna go ask my mom if she has some," you uttered before leaving the room. Miles took a second to take in your room; it's been a while since he's been in here since you both have been busy with school and work. He missed the smell of your incense burning and the after-smell of the weed you almost always smoked before he got there. You snap him out of his trance as you walk back into the room with the mousse you'd been searching for.

"Aight lil' nigga get in the bathroom," You pat him on the shoulder. "Shirt off, too."

"Oh?" he smirked.

"Miles."

"Right."

You made quick work of setting the towel on the floor and another on the edge of the tub, having a feeling he was gonna wet everything up. "Okie-dokie on your butt." You say as you stand over him, removing your wrist jewelry and putting your locs up in a bun. He looks up at you with a weird smug look on his face. "Y'know, you standing over me like that reminds me of-"

"Don't een finish that sentence." You cut him off with a pointed look.

"Right."

"C'mon baby, lean your head back, and scoot down a lil bit. You know you tall." You guide him while turning on the faucet.

"You're really pretty.." he whispered, looking up at you getting the shampoo and conditioner. You chuckled while kicking off your long skirt to reveal shorts underneath, "Thanks, Miles."

Squirting shampoo on your hands, you lean over to massage it into Miles' scalp thoroughly, moving onto the ends once you finished soaping up his roots. You move one hand to fix your shirt, not doubting that your cleavage is all in your boyfriend's face. Not that he would complain.

It seems like you might've tugged your hand away from Miles' hair too quickly, making him hiss with a slight wince.

"Mami, at least try to be gentle." He whined loudly, bringing his hands up to latch onto your thigh.

"Boy, if you don't get ya ass off me while I'm trying to finish this! Stop being a baby, and it's not my fault you're so damn tender-headed."

"Rude..."

You rinse out his hair a little gentler this time, getting the wide tooth comb out to detangle his hair.

"Aight, just gotta detangle and condition it, and we'll be done!" You smiled and leaned down to peck his cheek. "Be good. This might hurt. If you start screaming and hollering, imma pop you."

And boy, did he get popped—a lot.

"Miles, calm down. This is the last section!" You laughed, tears coming down your face as you watched your boyfriend act like a little kid getting their hair done for the first time. He glared at you as a singular tear started to roll down his cheek. He wiped it quickly, though.

You finally finish conditioning the last section of your boyfriend's hair and start to towel dry it, kissing all over his face as an apology for 'hurting' him.

You both make quick work of drying his hair and moisturizing it, now sitting on your bed to have a quick smoke break. "You feeling better now, baby?" You ask Miles, guiding the blunt to your mouth with your beaded joint holder and inhaling, blowing the smoke in his face while he still pouted at you.

"You got some heavy ass hands."

"Keep playin', and Ima put these 'heavy ass hands' on you." You argue as you see him eyeing the blunt in your hand.

"You want some?"

"Mhm."

You smile as you take a hit and grab his jaw, pulling him into a sweet kiss and exhaling the smoke into his mouth. He smiles, sighing into the kiss. You put the blunt down on the ashtray sitting on top of your bedside table, stretching your arms as you spoke. "Aight, c'mon, big boy, I got somewhere to be later."

He eyed you as he put a pillow on the ground to sit on, obviously wanting to say something but deciding to bite his tongue. You try to move fast, sectioning his hair into four parts gently.

Dangerous by Meek Mill plays as you finish up his second to last braid, nodding your head to the song as you mumble the lyrics. "And when I'm in it, you be maxin' on a million... And when I hit it back to back, you make me still cum," you notice Miles smirking to himself in the floor-length mirror as you finish up his last braid.

"Miles. Don't even."

"I wasn't even gonna say anything!"

"I see that damn smirk. You ain't slick." You argue as you pop his shoulder lightly with the comb. "C'mon, get up. I gotta get dressed."

"Where you even going?" He questioned you, scratching his ass as he stood up and stretched.

"First of all, ew. Gross. Act like you got some damn sense while you at my house." You roll your eyes, walking to your drawer to grab your swimsuit and cover-up. "Me and my girls are going to have a drink at the beach."

"Any boys going?" He interrogated, walking over to see what you pulled out. "You not wearing that, right?"

"Uhmm, only one guy, [friend's name]'s boyfriend. And yes, I'm wearing this. I'm not finna argue with you about it either."

He pouted. "But-"

"But nothing, Miles, it's a beach. I'm gonna wear a bathing suit." you cut him off, walking over to him as you take your top off. "I know how to take care of myself. Now go somewhere, boy."

It was clear he wanted to argue about it more but decided against it. "Alright.. take some good pics for me, ok, ma? I'mma head out. Text me when you get back home. Love ya." He said, placing a loving kiss on your lips before stepping out your window. "And lock the window before you leave!"

"I will. Bye, baby." You shook your head, shutting the window and locking it after watching Miles step off your fire escape onto the pavement below, walking away as he turned around and blew you a kiss. Of course, you blew a kiss back.

And damn, did your back and arms hurt after all that.

And the kid didn't even say thank you.

[phantom-of-the-ruckus]

Its poll time!!!

My week has been making my mood very ugh so i am not exactly great rn but i did promised more polls

So, whatya want me to do

Fyi, i Won't be opening those until the week has finalized and i can sort things out

The handeeverse is just a fun way to make crossovers with other artists/writers works if i have permision to do so

You can requests small shorts but no ships allowed (as i am not that fully confortable Writing those unless You're one of my closest friends) so platonic relationships only

Also cursed stories because why not? Its fun and yall wanted me to do cursed stuff so-.

[integra1127grimmreaper]

Lover Please (Negan Smith)

 Negan Masterlist

Warning: mention of cheating, angst

Summary: Story inspired by the song - Lover Please by Melissa Etheridge. You find out that your husband has been cheating on you.

Dividers created by @firefly-graphics​  

A shot in the dark

I woke up to find

You had broke all the rules

And you changed your mind

It was almost midnight, and you were sitting in the dark living-room; head buried in your hands as you silently cried into them.

Your phone lying on the table in front of you, the text message from your friend, Tina still open on its screen.

“He didn’t see me, but I saw him, thought I should let you know…”

Right below that message was a picture of your husband; arms wrapped around another woman as he passionately kissed her.

Negan and you had been happily married for three years now, or so you had thought… because according to the picture your friend had just sent you, it was perfectly clear that your husband had been stepping out on your marriage.

*

Didn’t I love you good?

Didn’t I love you right?

Then tell me where are you going

Dressed to kill tonight?

Oh, this one’s gonna hurt like hell

Friends and family had warned you back then about marry Negan, warned you that he was a womanizer.

You didn’t listen to them though, you foolishly believed he would change once your relationship had gotten serious.

Oh, you were foolish alright… foolish to believe that you could ever change him.

Foolish to believe that your love would be enough to keep him faithful.

*

Answer my prayer

And answer the phone

Think twice about it, honey

Turn around and come on home

You had called his phone twice immediately after getting the message, but it had gone straight to voicemail.

You even contemplated on sending him a text not to come home, along with the picture but quickly change your mind; you wanted to confront him face to face.

Now all you had to do was patiently wait for his arrival home while your heart slowly died as the time ticked by for him to get here.

*

Lover, stop!

Lover, don’t!

Lover, stop!

Lover, lover, please

This wasn’t the first time that Negan had cheated on you, there had been quite a few women he had been seeing behind your back when the two of you had first started dating.

It had hurt when you found out about it, but the relationship was still fresh then.

You both were still testing the waters; trying to see whether there was a real future for the two of you, so you decided to remain silent about it; giving him the opportunity to decide what he truly wanted.

After a few months into your relationship; you couldn’t handle it anymore though and decided to confront him about it.

*

It’s the same old tune

I have sung before

It’s the same game

It’s just a different score

When you confronted Negan about the other women; he apologized and begged you for a second chance and swore to you that he was done with that life. That you were the only woman he wanted, the only woman that he loved.

And the fool that you were, you believed him.

You believed that he had grown out of his old ways and was finally ready for a committed relationship, a faithful relationship.

Unfortunately, you were dead wrong.

*

If there was just one thing

I could call my own

It would be your love

That’s sinking like a stone

Oh, this one’s gonna hurt like hell

You woke up to the sound of the car pulling up in the driveway.

Looking to the clock on the wall, you notice that it was well past after 2am.

You try as best to compose yourself before he enters into the house; fixing your hair and wiping away the tears that had stained your cheeks.

*

Answer my prayer

And answer the phone

Think twice about it, baby

Turn around and come on home

The door rattles a bit as Negan unlocks it, and you silently watch as he enters into the dark living-room.

Reaching to switch on the lights, Negan is caught off-guard at seeing you sitting at the table.

“Hey, whatya doing sitting in the dark?” he stares at you with an awkwardly surprised smile.

You don’t respond, choosing to silently stare at him instead.

“Baby, you ok?” Negan looks at you in concern.

You silently stare at him for a few more seconds, shaking your head at him in response then as one last silent tear ran down your cheek.

*

Lover, stop!

Lover, don’t!

Lover, stop!

Lover, lover, please

This one’s gonna hurt like hell…

Part 2

[thirdlotusprince3]

Inside Out: Pick a song all the emotions would sing

[nolanhollogay]

"can I ask... what happened?" for whoever u want!!

mikeyedgar talk about rafe... cue everyone throwing up everywhere

+

Edgar wouldn't tell anyone where he got the bruises or the split lip from. Not even JJ, which made Mikey's anxiety skyrocket. Yeah, Edgar was a self sacrificing kinda guy, who liked to keep his problems to himself – Nova said it was a Catholic thing – but when it was serious, he always reached out for help. And if someone had hurt him, it was obviously serious.

Mikey knew he wouldn't be his first choice to talk to about whatever happened, but maybe that was why he would. There was no emotional weight between them, not like with JJ or Mags.

He was sitting on his bedroom floor when Mikey knocked on the open door, staring into space with his headphones. He startled at the sound, grabbing his CD player as if that could protect him.

Exhaling in relief when he saw who was there, he said, "Oh, hey, Mikey. What's up?"

"Wanted to hang out," he said, crossing the threshold and flopping onto the floor beside him. "Whatya listening to?"

"American Boyfriend by Kevin Abstract," he replied, yanking his headphones out. "It's like, my favorite album of all time. Besides Channel Orange by Frank Ocean."

Mikey smiled but shook his head. "I dunno either of those."

"Yeah, cause you only listen to Maroon 5."

He scoffed. "What do have against Maroon 5?"

-

Ten minutes later, they were lying on their backs staring up at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. They'd been a gift from Pope when Edgar mentioned he'd always wanted them as a kid, but was never able to get any. They'd lined them up in the shapes of real constellations because they were nerds.

"That's Cassiopeia," he explained, pointing at what just looked like a cluster of stickers to Mikey's untrained eyes.

His gaze locked onto the bruises circling his wrist. They were obviously from someone's hand, the lines too straight and the circles too pronounced to be anything but fingerprints.

He grabbed his arm, holding it in place. "Can I ask... What happened?"

Edgar pulled his arm out of his hold and sat up, astronomy lesson obviously over. "I really don't want to talk about it."

Mikey sat up as well, sending him a frown. "You can't just not tell us what happened. Someone obviously hurt you. You can't just keep that to yourself."

"I can do whatever I want," Edgar replied, but there was no venom in his words.

Mikey sighed. "Well, yeah, obviously. But you'll feel better once you talk about it."

He huffed, rubbing a hand over his face. "I don't think I will, but since I can tell you're not gonna let it go: It was Rafe."

Mikey's blood froze.

"You see? That look on your face is why I haven't said anything," he muttered.

After a long three seconds of silence, Mikey managed to spit out, "Are you okay?"

Edgar's expression softened, ever so slightly, making him look much more Edgarlike. "I'm fine. He didn't do anything other than creep me out."

It was counterproductive but Mikey wanted to hit him for dismissing his own pain. "And bruise you! And split your lip!"

"I've been through much worse than a split lip," he replied with a laugh.

"What happened? Did he corner you somewhere?"

Edgar bit his lip, obviously considering if he wanted to keep talking. "He got me when I was in kitchen–"

Mikey gasped. "He attacked you in your own kitchen?"

"Attack is a strong word. He just, like, held my wrists so I couldn't move, and held a knife to my throat."

Why was he being so casual about this? Why was someone so sweet so accustomed to violence?

Mikey blinked away tears, trying to keep himself in check. If he reacted emotionally, Edgar would definitely shut the conversation down. "What did he want?"

"To talk to me. He tried to get us to back off the gold. He said he didn't want me to get hurt."

That didn't sound like Rafe at all. He must've had some kind of ulterior motive.

"Does JJ know?" he asked, instead of voicing that concern.

Edgar nodded. "I just told him not to tell you guys cause I didn't want you to worry. Him and my mom fretting over me is more than enough people."

"We only worry cause we love you," Mikey said, frowning yet again. Edgar's view of himself was really bumming him out.

He laughed, and grabbed his hands, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Ever the affectionate one. "I know, but I don't want you to. I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about."

That was hard to believe with his the way his hands were shaking, and the purple bags under his eyes, but Mikey nodded in agreement anyway.

"Of course, Eddie," he said. "Tell me more about the constellations."