#also pretty sure yoi can tell

[starlightink]

I introduce to you

The heirs to the soul jams

Strawberry Cookie:

Becoming the heir to Hollyberry’s soul jam was something Strawberry Cookie could’ve never seen coming. Yet, here she was. Listening to the ancient hero talk about things she could expect to happen when she becomes the new holder. Strawberry spends her days constantly training and building up her strength. Often needing her to be pulled away by Hollyberry or Wildberry just to take a break. Her last known encounter with Gingerbrave forever changed her. She’s not as shy anymore, she starts to become more stoic and closed-off. Hesitant to meet new cookies.

Wizard Cookie:

Similarly to Strawberry, Wizard Cookie spends most of his time training and practicing on his spells. He hasn’t gotten used to the harsh weather in the Dark Cacao Kingdom yet, making it harder for him to focus when doing magic. He enjoys a good challenge though and has shown significant progress with his work. On particularly harsh days, Dark Cacao will stay by Wizard’s side. Offering guidance where he can and reminding him to clear his mind and keep himself grounded.

Custard Cookie iii:

The young cookie still wears a bright and innocent smile, unaware of the troubling truth being kept from him. Custard is left unaware of the truth of both the witches and Gingerbrave. Being told that his friend was put under a spell and this is why he’s as hateful as he is. This leaves the young healer worried for what could come, now that Gingerbrave is being kept with the Cookies of Darkness. So he listens carefully to Pure Vanilla and he gives it his all during training. He is the beacon of light and hope keeping the group from falling into complete despair.

Chili Pepper Cookie:

Easily the most outspoken and is the first to suggest ways to get Gingerbrave back when the ancients and their soul jam heirs meet up. Chili Pepper has made an attempt to get him back before (with the help of Espresso Cookie) but things did not go as planned. So she’s now become restless and is desperate to have things return to the way they used to be. Causing Chili Pepper to become more protective over Strawberry, Wizard, and Custard. Learning the best ways she could possibly keep them safe with helpful teachings from Golden Cheese. Leaving the two to strike up a close bond because of this.

I’m hoping that the next reference post will be Gingerbrave and Dark Enchantress. I think I need some extra time to figure out the Ancients’ designs

[lulunothulu]

“Migraine Induced”

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: You have a migraine and Jake’s the one who caused and clocked it.

Content: good ole Hangman charm, migraines, FLUFF

Your call-sign: Sparrow (yes I know it’s been used before but not the same universe lol)

“Sparrow!”

You wince at Hangman’s loud and obnoxious voice. You’d had a migraine for the past few hours and his loud, southern drawl wasn’t helping.

“Sparrow!” He calls again. You pinch the bridge of your nose before turning around.

“What?” You ask harshly.

“You joinin’ us tonight?” He asks, winking at you.

As much as you’d like to react to him winking at you (and god did you want to) you furrow your brows, placing pressure on your right eye before shaking your head. “I’m sorry, where?”

“Hard Deck,” Rooster says, walking toward the two of you. “We asked you about it yesterday?”

Oh fuck.

“Yeah,” you start, “I think imma have to sit this one out.”

“C’Mon,” Phoenix joins in, playfully elbowing you. “Don’t leave me here with all these boys.”

“We’re men,” Coyote corrects.

“Whatever,” Phoenix laughs. She turns to you, expectantly waiting for your response.

“Um,” you start, squeezing your eyes shut to then open them again. “Sure.”

———

Later after work, you and Phoenix are playing pool and about a beer or two into drinking. You thought it would help but of course…it didn’t. Your migraine still hadn’t passed and you were starting to squint, trying to keep the light out. So you asked Bob to get you a water, thinking that would help.

Of course the one day you need an ibuprofen, you leave it at home.

“You okay?” Bob asks from the stool he frequents.

“Never better Bobby boy.” You flash him a tight smile before groaning when Hangman approaches you and Phoenix.

“Ladies,” he says loudly. If the music in the bar was loud, Hangman made sure to be louder. “What’re we drinking?”

“I’m having beer, Sparrow’s drinking water,” Phoenix tells him.

Hangman turns his gaze to you, green eyes full of something you hadn’t seen before. Was that worry? And why did that do something to you?

“Is that so?” He asks, flashing you his famous cocky smile and shedding whatever possessed him before.

“Yeah, I’m not really in the mood to drink,” you tell him.

“Let’s change that.” Before you can begin to resist, Hangman turned to the rest of the Dagger Squad before yelling, “Let’s play a little game called ‘List Five Things’.”

Around you, Rooster, Hangman, Phoenix, and Coyote gather around in a circle. Bob, Payback, and Fanboy decided to sit this game out and are acting as the judges.

You knew the game well—list five things for whatever someone chooses. The twist to it is you have to remember what the person before you said that way, you can not only repeat what they had said—but also add on. If you end up forgetting, you have to take a shot.

“Coyote,” Hangman calls. “Start us off.”

“List five things a woman would say to you on a first date,” Coyote smiles.

“You’re handsome,” Hangman smirks across from you, winking in your direction.

“You’re handsome, you look nice,” Rooster adds.

“You’re handsome, you look nice, you have a pretty smile,” Phoenix adds.

“You’re handsome, you look nice, you have a pretty smile, yoi have something in your teeth,” you add, a fake smile directed toward Hangman.

“You’re handsome, you look nice, you have a pretty smile, you have something in your teeth, and your dance moves are killer,” Coyote ends it. 

This goes on for a while, only you and Jake drinking five shots compared to everyone else’s seven to eight. You were all pretty plastered and you knew your migraine would be ten times worse tomorrow.

“Sparrow, my dear,” Hangman smiles, taking a swig of his beer. “You’re up.”

“Name five things you can say in bed,” you randomly blurt.

“That’s tight,” Coyote laughs.

“Thats tight, where are my clothes?” Hangman smiles.

“That’s tight, where’s my clothes?, can I taste?” Rooster adds, wiggling his brows at Coyote making him howl in a laugh while simultaneously making you flinch at the loudness.

Across from you, Hangman’s brows furrow.

“That’s tight, where’s my clothes?, can I taste?…”Phoenix thinks before shouting very loudly in your ear, “GOT PROTECTION?!”

“Fuck!” You yell, grabbing your right eye and shutting both in pain.

“You lose, Y/N!” Everyone yells.

Well, everyone but Hangman.

No, he’s watching you with the same worried expression on his face. But instead of hiding it like he did before, he makes a point to walk up to you and tilt you head back for you look up at him.

“Let’s go outside,” he tells you.

“I’m fine,” you start.

“Now.”

You obey, hearing the others whoop and whistle behind you. You allow him to walk you out to the beach before sitting you down in the warm sand.

“What’s going on? You’ve been a lot more irritable today and that says a lot because normally loud noises wouldn’t bother you.” He’s squatting before you, practically begging you to rip his vocal cords out by how loud he’s talking.

“Just for once, can you please talk quieter?” You scold. “It’s bad enough you’re already loud, just…dial it down.”

He silently watches you, at least you assume because you’ve already closed your eyes again. Even though you’re fairly far away from the bar, you can still feel the pulsing in your eye every time someone inside yells.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs. “Sometimes I get over-excited and can’t help myself.”

To say you’re surprised is an understatement. Hangman had never apologized to you or anyone for anything. Not even when he almost got into a fight with Rooster that one time. Or that other time he ran into you as you ran during PT.

You squint to look at him. He’s breathtaking. The moonlight lights his handsome face and makes his green eyes look almost aquamarine. His golden skin practically glows, his hair along with it.

You were caught off guard by those thoughts. Why are feelings suddenly manifesting for him? And why do you like how it feels deep in your stomach?

“Are you seriously apologizing?” You ask.

“Don’t get used to it, sweetheart.” He smiles down at you before grunting and joining you in the sand.

You sit in comfortable silence, taking in the crashing of the waves ahead and the beautiful night sky.

“I have a migraine,” you finally tell him. Looking up at the barely starred sky. “I’ve had one since,” you look at your watch and it reads 2:35 AM. “4:15 PM yesterday.”

“That’s why you didn’t want to drink,” he states. “You didn’t want to have to nurse that and a hangover.”

“Yup,” you say, lips popping on the ‘p’.

“I’m gonna make it up to you,” he tells you.

You snort. “How?”

“Let’s go for a dip,” he smiles.

“Now how the hell is that gonna help?” You frown. “I’m not skinny dipping with you.”

“As much as I know you’d love that, no. The water’s cool.”

“Okay?” You reply, still frowning and ignoring the comment.

“The cool water to your feet will help minimize the pain in that thick ass head of yours,” he says, standing and offering you his hands.

“I do not have a thick head,” you mutter, taking his rough hands. “That’s all you, Bagman.”

“I’m just here helping you out of the goodness of my heart and you want to insult me?”

He doesn’t let go of your hand after you both remove your shoes.

In fact, he holds it even when you both start splashing in the water and again when you decide to walk down the beach, shoes in his other hand.

He stops you in your tracks when you both return to Hard Deck. You’re standing on the back deck of the bar and looking in on your colleagues and friends laughing up a storm.

“What?” You ask, a small smile creeping on your lips.

“Did the water help?” He asks, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

You smile up at him, you never realized how much taller he was than you. Maybe a head taller? And god, he smelled so good.

“Yes, it helped a lot actually,” you tell him. “Thank you, Jake.”

“I like how your voice sounds with my name on your lips ,” he flirts.

“Are you flirting with me Seresin?” You grin.

“God, even my last band sounds good,” he rolls his eyes in pleasure.

You laugh, going on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek. “Fuck off, Bagman.”

You make to turn away but he catches your wrist and spins you around so fast, you feel like falling. Only, he catches you before planting his lips on yours.

It’s like a scene from a cheesy rom-com you and Phoenix watch. You used to think it was funny but now actually living it? You loved it.

Jake pulls away, panting before giving you the biggest smile. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Have you?” You ask.

He nods. Then, pulling you up and in his arms, he asks, “So did this help ease the migraine aftermath?”

You smile, reaching up to pull him in for another kiss.

“Definitely. But I think a date would settle it once and for all.”

Before he even has time to answer, you’re pushing him away softly and swaying your hips to walk into the bar.

“Fuck, I think I’m in love,” he mutters to himself.

I kinda wanna write a part two…. Their date maybe and her realizing she really likes him? Let me know 💗💗

[princeoftheeternalbog]

Marco brainrot :( he's so kind and handsome and strong I WANT TO BITE HIM

Im sorry if hes ooc im still getting used to writing.

SFW!

Marco the phoenix x reader

You presume your downfall can be attributed to a Mr. Portagus D Ace.

You don't know what he said but considering how drunk he was last night when you caught him whispering to Marco and the way he's now avoiding you, it must've been something. And the way Marco is staring at you right now is a pretty big indicator of the topic(your big fat crush).

Seriously though, it's really distracting.

You think that if you don't acknowledge it, maybe he won't either and then everything can be normal and fine and the same.

This is what you tell yourself as you retie the same knot you've been trying to tie for the last 3 minutes, Marco's gaze burning on the back of your neck. The sweltering heat of this islands climate doesn't really help the anxiety tummy ache you have but it's not like you can go visit the ship's doctor because he's- oh right behind you apparently.

"I'm sure I taught you better than this"

And then he's right in your space, strong arms curling around you, caging you in and he hooks his head over your shoulder. He starts pulling the knot apart.

"Distracted-yoi?"

His voice is lilted, you think he's teasing you but you can barely hear what he's saying with how the blood is rushing to your head. You do a half hearted little nod as you watch his hands move, muscles and tendons flexing, you wonder how strong they are and how they would feel holding you and you really hope also that you aren't drooling.

When he's finished, he doesn't step away like you expect. Instead his hands come to rest on your waist, gentle but firm, and you feel like you're going insane.

He hums lightly behind u, tightens his grip ever so slightly and then presses a barely-there-kiss to your shoulder before moving away. By the time your brain comes back online and you turn around he's nowhere to be found on deck.

"What the fuck"

Your whispering feels very loud now that you're alone.

-

With how distracted you are, you end up getting sent to your room by one of the assistant doctors to 'cool down'. You proceed to spend the next 2 hours before dinner alternating between frantic pacing and staring at the wall.

How are you actually supposed to proceed from here? Does this mean he reciprocates your feelings? Did he just think it would be funny- no he's not like that and pops wouldn't allow someone to do that. But how the hell are you supposed to bring that up??

The chaotic stream of thoughts are interrupted by a light tap tap tap on your door.

"Heyy... can i come in"

Its Ace. He sounds scared like he's worried you might hurt him for his little slip up.

He's right. Murder is on the to-do list.

"Sure but you waive your right to safety" Your tone is bitey but not cold because even though he snitched, you did get a kiss out of it.

His sigh of relief is loud as the door swings open,

"I really thought you weren't gonna let me in after-"

"Don't remind me."

"Yep right sorry" He looks pale and you decide to give him some grace.

"...He kissed me"

"WHAT"

"DON'T BE SO LOUD"

"HOW CAN I NOT BE WHEN YOU DROP SOMETHING LIKE THAT"

"JUST STOP YELLING"

"YOU STOP YELLING"

"OKAY THEN"

"OKAY"

You look at each other. He's grinning at you and you finally let yourself feel just the giddy butterflies.

"He kissed me"

"I knew it was gonna work out"

"No you didn't"

"No I didn't"

"I don't know what to do now though"

His brow furrows, "What do you mean, he kissed you so that's like a confession right? you're like dating now"

"Well it was like- he kissed my shoulder"

"If anything that sounds more intimate, I'm not seeing the issue"

"Well he didn't say anything about it"

"So you say something"

"NO"

"DON'T SHOUT"

"I'M NOT"

"OKAY"

"But seriously what would I even say, 'oh hi, you know when you basically cradled me against you on the deck and kissed me did that like mean anything or were you just trying something different?' No way, I'll sound stupid"

His face softens and his tone is a lot more reassuring when he says, "I'm sure it did mean something"

"How can you know" Your voice wobbles and this is so embarrassing.

"Just- why don't you sit next to him now at dinner?"

"But that's your usual spot?"

"I'll move up a bit"

"No I don't want to cause you problems too- AND people will definitely point it out"

"No they won't"

"Yes they will"

"No come on just- hey slow down" You're speedwalking out of the room like you can't hear him.

-

Nobody does point it out but you still wish you weren't pressed side to side with your division commander right now.

Ace had somehow managed to distract you enough that you didn't even notice Marco was the one moving to sit by you. It had ended up with Ace in Marco's usual place, you in Ace's and Marco in yours. What's worse is that Ace is now stuffing his face, paying no mind to conversation, so you have no distraction from the heavy, warm hand that's settled on your knee.

It's so hard to eat when you feel likr you heart is about to burst out of your chest. Still you manage to choke down a fair amount, 1. because it's your favourite and 2. because if your mouth is full then you don't have to talk to Marco.

You tilt your head to look at him and lock eyes, his mouth lifts a bit at the corners and he squeezes your knee gently before turning back to whatever conversation he was having. His calm demeanor is not at all helping.

By the time you've eaten your fill, you feel like you're vibrating. You're quick to stand up from the table and rush to put your plate in the pile before practically sprinting out of the hall. You know he's watching you go but you honestly think your blood pressure is hitting a new all time high.

-

The next few days or so go pretty much the same. Marco doing something that is heart attack worthy and you running away but trying to make it seem like you're not.

In this timeframe he has; caught you bridal style after the ship rocked too harshly, given you his shirt after a wardrobe mishap on an island(not mentioning the way he covered you up with his wings to protect your privacy), licked some spare icing off the corner of your mouth- which nearly made you faint- and that's only the half of it.

Coincidentally, you are now also dealing with another problem. A new recruit seems to have taken quite a liking to you and is apparently making it their mission to bother you every spare second of the day.

-

"Goodmorning!"

"...morning"

"Ah your sweet voice is such a good mood booster...though I would like to hear it even earlier"

Their tone is- well it's attempting to be sultry and the smirk on their face tells you that was definitely an innuedo but before you can reply with something in the realm of 'thats inappropriate', a strong, stern voice cuts through the air.

"Then how about you take the second late shift tonight."

You nearly laugh.

"W-well I don't uhm- I didn't- yes sir"

Their voice is defeated as they return to their duties but you won't lie, you don't even feel a twinge of empathy because thank god you don't have to deal with that anymore.

You turn slowly, because despite the rookies comment it's still barely daylight, and you are tired.

"Thank you. I could've dealt with it though" You can't help the way you smile when you look at him god you must look so silly.

"I know"

He's grinning lazily at you, posture relaxed and open.

"But you're important to me, I can't risk losing you to someone else-yoi"

You feel a rush of butterflies in your stomach and you cant help the giggle that escapes your mouth. You cringe, slapping a hand over your mouth because you don't giggle, you're not a giggler, how are you always embarrassing yourself. His grin widens more and he steps close to you,

"Cute...but let me see your pretty face hm?"

His hand is gentle in the way it grabs your wrist and tugs but you still didn't expect the strength there so you stumble forwards slightly. He seems to use this as an opportunity and his other arm curls tight around your waist and pulls you flush.

He clicks his tongue at you,

"Careful"

He somehow pulls you even closer together, your chests are touching and his thigh is brushing the inside of your own. He's so close to your face and he's leaning in and your lips brush and-

"Commander!"

You can see the way Marco's mouth twists in displeasure and to be honest you feel just as disappointed.

You feel dazed as he steps away from you to talk to whoever had decided to interrupt. You just keep replaying the moment in your head, the way he held you like you were everything. You don't even notice his conversation is finished until a warm hand brushes your cheek.

"huh"

"Lost in thought again-yoi?"

He looks slightly less irritated now but the lines of frustration are still noticeable in his face.

"I have to go back to the med bay now"

"Okay"

You still feel hazy to be honest, the fact that he was so close is just melting your brain. But you're cognizant enough to recognise the way his face drops ever so slightly and then you make up your mind.

Before you can chicken out or throw up, your hand comes up and grips the front of Marco's shirt and you yank him towards you. He doesn't have time to react before you're sliding your mouth over his, sweet and smooth.

You pull back,

"I'll see you later then yeah?"

He looks like he's been struck dumb.

"...Yeah"

But by the time he's responded you're already bouncing off inside to continue with your chores.

-

Welp okay that's the end because im not sure where else to go with it but i hope its good. I just get so sad there's not that much Marco fics😔. If you want a part two i can see what i can think of, but if you have ideas feel free to share also! I will write nsfw but I don't know if it'll be good so fair warning :)

[softspiderling]

but i need your lips on mine | d.h.

summary: derek hale is a mystery you have yet to solve

pairing: derek hale x reader

warnings: none

word count: 1,9k

author's note: hello guys the teaser for the long awaited college au is finally here. i hope you guys like it :) tagging @stilinskiderek bc i’ve been annoying charlotte about this fic for ages and i know she’s been waiting for a derek fic😭 side note: this is a teaser/accompanying fic to the actual fic boy, you write your name (I can do the same) which will be out on thursday! meaning this is NOT an excerpt of the fic, but offers more background of the relationship derek and the reader have, and also where the nickname CJ comes from

“Are you actually washing the car or are you just waiting for someone to pay attention to you?”

“Oh ha ha, you’re hilarious,” Derek said dryly, wringing out the sponge and tossing it in one of the soapy buckets. You grinned at him, tossing him a water bottle, which he easily caught, drinking quickly as you leaned your hands into your waist.

“Thanks.”

“Sure,” you replied, looking around. It was quite busy, every single member of the frat seemed hard at work. “Pretty nice turnout, huh?”

Derek shrugged in a way that meant he was agreeing with you, but he didn’t want to look like he was bragging. He was humble like that. You scoffed, brushing your hair back over your shoulder, and Derek zeroed in on the bikini strap under your top, a grin forming on his face.

“You come here to lend a hand?”

“Oh please,” you rolled your eyes at him with a snicker. “I was thinking ahead. With you standing in the sun for the whole day and Isaac around buckets full of water? I was bound to end up soaked, thought I’d save me a trip to the laundromat.”

“Now you’re basically begging me to drench you,” Derek drawled, picking up the sponge soaked full of water, advancing on you.

“Don’t you dare!” You hissed at him, giving him a shove.

“Are you doing a special?”

While you and Derek were wrestling around, ending up with both of you getting a soak, you hadn’t noticed the Mini pulled up next to you, windows down, a pretty girl smirking at yoi.

“Nah, I’m just here to support my friends,” you said, gesturing to Derek, wiping your wet forehead with a laugh. “It’s his frat that’s organizing this car wash. Derek, this is Amanda, she’s in my Women’s Writing class. Just transferred from Palomar.”

“Hey,” Derek said, leaning against her car. “You here for a full wash?”

“Sure am.”

Derek nodded, leaning back. “Isaac! Grab some boys and a couple of buckets, we got another one.”

Isaac saluted Derek, his wet curls hanging in his face. Glancing over to you, he grinned, wagging his eyebrows when he caught you staring at his bare chest, turning on his heel to grab the buckets, but not without teasing you.

“Take a picture, CJ, it’ll last longer.”

“CJ?” Amanda asked, raising a brow. You groaned internally when Derek only smirked at her, clearly ecstatic that he got to tell the story again.

“Right, you’re a transfer, so you don’t know where her nickname comes from. Well, let me tell you, you’re in for a treat. It was a really nice summer day-”

“Derek, I’m not letting you tell the story again with the exaggerations,” you scowled at him, though in jest, shoving him gently. You turned back to Amanda, sighing softly. “Anyways. It all started when I was a freshman, a couple of weeks into the semester. I was taking Deucalion’s class for Intro to Ancient History….”

An incessant ringing pulled you out of your deep slumber, but your head barely rose from the pillow as you poked the screen of your phone until the alarm stopped, leaving you to your slumber again. You had fallen asleep around 4:30 because it had taken you that long to finish your paper on Caesar. Usually, you never left your assignments for the last minute, and to be fair, you didn’t really. Leave it to the last minute, that is. The assignment was done, sitting in your folders waiting to be printed for about a week or so. But then you caught up with your study group, where you found out that Deucalion always knocked you down a letter grade if he didn’t agree with your opinion. And he loved Caesar. You didn’t. Which you made exceptionally clear in your essay. So being the freshman that you were, wanting to get good grades in your first semester, you decided to rewrite all 8 pages with the deadline looming in less than 10 hours, because he insisted on collecting the assignments right at the beginning of the class. Not the smartest thing you’ve done. Around one am, the library had closed, in the middle of your hot streak, and by the time you reached your dorm, you lost your train of thought and it took you two hours to find it again. And it was not because you fell asleep for 20 minutes. When the alarm blares up again, you groaned loudly, reaching for your phone to silence it, stilling when the phone pinged, announcing the arrival of a text. You narrowed your eyes at the screen, your eyes bleary as your vision slowly cleared.

[Stevie]: where r u???

Your heart plummeted when you read the text, and while you checked the time, you had to resist the urge to throw yourself out of the window.

08:13. Deucalion’s class started at 08:15.

“FUCK!”

Scrambling up from your bed, your legs tangled in the blankets and you nearly brained yourself when you fell to the floor. Getting up, you located your paper on your desk, making sure it was still where you left it, before you headed to the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth. With your toothbrush in your mouth, you tugged some jeans and a shirt out of the closet, laying it on the bed to get changed when there was another ping.

[Stevie]: hes l8 if u hurry up u mite make it in time

Your eyes widened, the gods must’ve heard your silent prayers and you rushed to the bathroom, spitting out your toothpaste, and splashing some water in your face for good measure before you grabbed your stuff, backpack on your arm, phone and paper in your hand, running across campus to get to the lecture hall. When you finally skidded to a halt in front of the doors of the lecture hall, you slowly opened the door, peeking into it. There were two lines down the stairs, so the other students must be in line to drop off their papers at the front. Sighing a deep breath of relief, you squeezed yourself through the gap in the door and inconspicuously walked behind the last person in line. As the line moved forward, you dropped your backpack in between the seated rows, making it seem like you’d been in the class from the beginning. As the line slowly moved forward, you caught a glimpse of Professor Deucalion at the front. Only, it wasn’t him… Narrowing your eyes, you eyed the guy that was standing by the desk, his arms crossed. He had dark hair, a faint stubble and a scowl on his face. Must be Deucalion’s TA, though you didn’t remember ever seeing him during lectures, though he did look quite familiar. By the time you reached the front desk, you lifted your head, your eyes meeting the TA’s. He raised an eyebrow at you as you dropped your assignment on the stack and the way the corners of his mouth curled up made you furrow your brows.

“What?” you asked defensively and he uncrossed his arms, leaning his hands on the desk.

“Nothing… Just. Cute jammies.”

You heard the class let out laughter as you stared at him before glancing down at yourself, flushing when you realized you were still wearing your pj’s, which was just a tank top and arguably your worst pyjama pants: Teal and pink Hello Kitty pants. Snapping your head up, you glared at him, but before you could say another word, the side door opened, and Professor Deucalion walked in.

“You better take a seat, CJ,” the TA said with a smirk, collecting the assignments in his hand and you bit back a retort, finding an empty in the back row as Professor Deucalion started the lecture. As he droned on, your eyes kept flitting over to the TA in the first row, glaring at the back of his head. Even hours later, when you were at some fresher party a frat was throwing, the incident was a topic with your friends.

“It was crazy. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

Stevie nodded as you only rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your drink. “Seriously, she was staring with her mouth open and everything. Which I get. I just have more self-control.”

“You guys are ridiculous. He was making fun of me,” you pointed out and Audrey stared at you, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head.

“Dude. He wants to bang you.”

With a snort, you shook your head at your friends and their crazy conspiracy theories.

“Come on, I didn’t come here to talk about our lecture. Let’s go find something to do. I think they’re playing beer pong in the backyard,” you suggested, dragging your friends through the house and out into the backyard, which seemed to be just as crowded as inside. Walking over to the beer pong table, it looked like they were in the middle of the game, so you just tapped on the shoulder of one guy.

“Hey, is it possible for me and my friends to play a round?”

“Sure,” he replied without turning around, throwing the ball and scoring. “You guys can just- oh hey, CJ!”

Of course it was fucking him*. The TA from Deucalion’s lecture was standing in front of you, an amused grin on his face.*

“My name is-” you started, but he waved you off snickering.

“I know what your name is. But CJ is fitting, isn’t it?” He took a sip from his drink, giving you a brief once over and you ignored how Stevie’s grip around your arm tightened for a second. “I see you changed, though I must say I did like the pants.” You gave him a look and he offered you his hand.

“Derek Hale.”

“There were a lot of people at that party. And I guess the name just stuck.”

“Huh. So everyone just calls you CJ?”

You shrugged. You didn’t really mind the nickname, it was cute. At this point, it was odd to hear someone call you by your government name unless it was a professor or someone from the faculty. Everyone addressed you as CJ. It was just the story that bothered you, mostly because Derek liked to add details that were unimportant. Also because he cracked up all the time telling the story like it was the funniest thing he’d ever experienced, that jerk.

“You have to admit it’s a cool nickname,” Derek cut in, and Amanda laughed.

“Guess so… So how does that work with you being a TA and you two dating?”

“We’re not dating.” “He’s not actually a TA.”

Really? That was what he chose to correct? You side-eyed Derek but he just gave you a subtle wink as Amanda perked up, looking at you curiously.

“So, you’re single?”

Even before you replied, you noticed how Derek clinked himself out of the conversation, walking over to the waiting cars leaning against the door. Every time you thought you had figured him out, he went ahead and did something that confused you even more. Sometimes you thought back to what Audrey and Stevie had said to you about Derek before you even really knew him. You glanced over to him as you handed Amanda your phone so she could put her number in, and it was as if Derek could feel your eyes on him, he turned his head in your direction, giving you a small smile, flashing his teeth at you. Some day you will just flat out ask him.

But not today.

[shirohige-pirates]

A Truly Mythological Christmas

Cisfem!Reader x Marco the Phoenix

Also on Wattpad // Ao3

18+ - this story is going to get steamy in ways not allowed for your holiday Lifetime specials. Swearing, cheating, assassins, intrigue - you know, all that simple small town stuff.

Chapter 17: Death Becomes Him

You open the door and both you and Marco pause for a second before you’re both laughing. Marco’s in jeans, a t-shirt, and a flannel over it. He’s wearing his work boots and from the looks of it went home just long enough to clean up before coming over to pick you up.

You, on the other hand, are wearing a simple black dress, heels, and have your hair done up a little. It’s not much, but there’s certainly a disconnect between the style of clothing you’re both wearing.

“I can change real quick.” You say and Marco manages to wrap his hand around your fingers.

“No - uh, this is… you look great.” He manages, his ears burning enough you can feel your cheeks warming up.

“I… well,” you look down and back up and give him a smile. “Jeans and a white t-shirt is a pretty classic look, so in that way we match.”

“Classic for me, classy for you,” he corrects. “But I don’t mind if you don’t.”

“I-.”

“If you sleep somewhere else, text me.” Dadan says from the stairs.

“Ma’am.” Marco says, nodding toward Dadan as you try not to expire right where you’re standing.

“Sure thing mom!” Your voice almost breaks as you grab a coat. You put it on and close the door behind you as Marco takes off his flannel. There’s suspenders over the thick, tight-fitting, white shirt he was wearing beneath it. The sleeves are folded up a bit, but the shirt wasn’t a tee.

“Uh?”

“Suddenly just a little warm.” He says with a grin, offering his hand.

You zip your coat up to the top, hiding in the thick fluffy collar before putting your hand in his and letting him escort you to his car. The classic look was bad enough, but the suspenders and the rolled up sleeves were going to kill you before you could get your first drink.

“You alright?” Marco questions, a knowing and teasing tone in his voice.

“Yea… yeah.” You clear your throat as he opens his car door. “The classic look suits you,” your eyes shift down and back up again. “Very well.”

You get seated and he smiles. “Good to know.” He hums, before closing the door and coming around to the other side.

You consider briefly, fleetingly, and desperately, just asking him to take you somewhere private. The tension is killing you in the best, and worst of ways, but you let the thought pass. You wanted to be able to tell him about what happened earlier.

And to do that, you needed the clothes to stay on.

“So what are we celebrating?” He questions as he backs out of the long driveway. “Or did you really miss me that much?”

“Celebrating the fact that I think my new job is going to be everything I kind of wished my old job was.” You say, trying desperately to at least sound neutrally happy. “Nekomamushi called me this afternoon.”

“That was quick. Not that he’s one to waste time, yoi.” Straightening out the car he heads down the road. “Did he hire you on the spot?”

You laugh. “Nah, but I don’t think it’s going to be much of a decision by the time I get back to the city.” You admit. “It was just a good, short conversation, and with everything else I thought it would be good to celebrate the small wins.”

“And,” you say slowly. “Maybe, I did miss you. A little.” You add, glancing over to see him smile as you try to keep your face hidden.

“I didn’t think you’d be so shy, little warrior.” He teases, his tone’s soft, and you let him tangle his fingers in yours.

“I didn’t expect you to be so smooth, pineapple.” You huff, hiding in the coat as much as you can muster. “I remember this really dorky, gangly-limbed little guy who’s best skill was a collection of really bad jokes.”

“I had pogs too.” He quips.

You almost choke on your laugh, coming out from your hiding spot in the coat. “Do you still have them?”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t hold onto them when I went to the academy, but I did start collecting bar coasters.” He admits.

“The evolution of pogs,” you say dramatically. “Bar flaps.”

Marco makes a funny sound that turns into a laugh. “Bar flaps?”

“Bar pogs?” You prompt.

“They’re not all round, yoi.” He clarifies, a chuckle at the edges of his words.

“So then flaps works. Like flap jacks.”

“Bar pancakes.”

“Bar cakes.” You both say at the same time and you wave your hand even as you’re both laughing.

“No, no, I mean, that’s funny, but no. Bar cakes are those pucks they put in urinals, we don’t need people thinking you collect those.”

“Alright, bar flaps it is.” He agrees.

“Makino’s is going to be packed.” You murmur.

“The line might be out the door. Even with the expansion, the weeks between holidays are usually the busiest for the whole town, yoi.”

“Is there somewhere a little less popular?”

“There’s the Burnt Page,” Marco says.

“I’m surprised it’s still standing.”

“I think the Burnt Page is also surprised it’s still standing, but the boys like it. It won’t be packed, but it is a popular place for my brothers. It’s closer to the manor.”

“It’s… not like we’re a secret, right?” You manage to say.

Marco’s quiet for a moment. “That’s true. You’ll stick out a bit in a nice dress like that, but-.”

“If half the bar’s gonna be Edwards I’m not worried.” You interrupt. “Besides, I don’t mind risking an assault charge if someone decides to be handsy.”

“Just try not to hospitalize someone.” Marco teases.

You laugh. Considering between the two of you, Marco was the only person to actually hospitalize someone. But also because you don’t think you could do that much damage. At least not in heels and a black dress. Now, if you had jeans and a pipe, that would be a different story.

Marco pulls into the Burnt Page and you’re surprised to see how new and modern it looks.

“Did it… did it actually burn down?” You question as he helps you out of the car.

“Yup. Four years ago now. Still the same charming watering hole inside as it ever was. They didn’t update the look, but it does look nicer since it’s all still fairly new and not a fifty-year-old bar, yoi.”

“Cool.” You hum the word as the two of you step inside.

True to his word, the interior was mostly unchanged. Aside from being new and mostly unblemished, it still pretty much looked like the same bar. A bar you weren’t supposed to have been in before you’d left for college, but the older boys had reserved the bar to celebrate you, Thatch, Izou and Marco graduating high school.

Because of that you did kind of associate the bar with celebrations.

A few Edwards raise a glass, or nod in your direction when you and Marco come in. He ignores his brothers as he looks for a place to sit and pulls you over to a small booth, near the back and against the wall. The single seat was wrapped around a table just big enough to fit a few drinks and maybe a tray of nachos on it, but not much else. The C-shaped seat was big enough for maybe three people to squeeze into, but it was certainly more comfortable for two.

It also let you both put your back to the wall, and sit next to each other so you could talk over the cacophony of chatter and music.

It was a little more snug than you were maybe ready for, but there was space enough between you for you to hold hands on the chair cushion, instead of putting your hands on the table. You get drinks ordered from a waitress who looks perfectly happy to be there, and extremely likely to break a man’s knee-caps with the same smile on her face.

“He gave me so much data on the Conglomerate.” You explain to Marco. “It’s less about the phone call with Nekomamushi and more the fact that they’re in the business of charity. Like, how cool is that?”

Marco doesn’t say anything, just smiling as you continue on. The drinks haven’t even arrived, but you tried to explain this to Dadan and her eyes just glossed over.

“So they have all these different investments, and even some of the stuff that’s part of their charity services brings in a cash flow, but that money funnels almost immediately right back into that part of the business. Which is a point where I think I could improve it. A 6-month delay on the income to invest it short term, puts more power behind what comes in, and then when you put it back in you’ve made it that much more impactful.

“The tricky part is covering the revenue costs while you put those delays in place, but they might be able to do that, part by part, with charity events. A few well-timed, effectively PR’d and advertised events, and you’d have enough of a buffer to-.” You stop, feeling your face heat up.

Marco’s just sitting there, taking in your every word, smiling in a way you’d never seen him smile before. There was hardly any other word for it except smitten.

“Why’d you stop?” He prompts, taking a drink of the beers you didn’t even realize had been delivered.

“I… just…” You grab your drink and down half of it in one go. “Never seen that, is all.”

“Never seen what?” He questions, scooting just a little bit closer.

“That look… on your face.” You say the words softly, motioning with your finger to get your point across.

He leans in, sweeping your hair behind your ear before speaking into it so you can hear him over the noise. “Your face lights up when you talk about your passions,” He says, shifting even closer again, putting his arm around your shoulders and holding you close. “Can I kiss you?”

Those hooded eyes shift from your lips up to your gaze and you nod. Marco holds up the appetizer menu and blocks you both from view of the common area, before leaning in. His lips have barely pressed against yours when you heard a ruckus from the bar. The whoops and cheers from what was likely most of the Edwards in the bar made you smile.

Marco smiles too, keeping the menu up between you and them as he leans in for a deeper kiss. Someone hollers something about buying a round for the house as you put your hand on his cheek and return the sweet kiss. The rush of the bar, the warmth of his lips, the semi-privateness of where you are, the growing ache in your chest.

Your face is so flushed when you break the kiss that Marco kisses your forehead, and continues to hold the appetizer menu in front of you for another minute.

“Oi! Eyes back on your own business!” He shouts, clearly cutting over the din of the bar. There’s some chuckles in response, and he lowers the menu. “You alright?” Marco asks with a smirk.

“I can handle a public display of affection or two.” You reply, straightening up before leaning into his shoulder. “You’re a pretty good kisser, for a gangly dork.” You tease.

“I look forward to showing you all the ways I can kiss you, pretty bird.” He muses and its everything you have to keep the sweet shiver that goes down your neck under control.

Having nothing else to say to that, you take another drink of your beer. You and Marco don’t say much else. Watching the people in the bar, waving and acknowledging the other members of his family that come and go. You catch sight of Thatch and Haruta, but aside from a wave, they both give the two of you space.

It felt a little bit weird, but you didn’t flag them over to come join you either.

Marco ordered a second round and something to snack on. You started telling him more and more about the things you hoped you could accomplish at Zhou, glancing over at him and looking away almost as fast.

“Having a hard time looking at me while you talk?” He questions, giving you a knowing smirk when you turn toward him.

“You keep making that face, and it… it flusters me.” You declare. You were only two beers in, but you were comfortable enough around him the small amount of liquid courage was enough to help you be more honest.

“If you kiss me more you won’t see my face, yoi.” He offers so smoothly it actually takes you a second to realize he’s still teasing you.

“Then I won’t be able to talk.” You retort, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Then I wouldn’t be making that face,” he points out, leaning in and stealing a kiss from you.

“We should-.” You turn toward him to say something when the sound of breaking glass, followed by bellowed slurred words from a drunk man make the whole bar go quiet for a second.

“FIGHT YOU SOFT COWARD!” You don’t recognize the man yelling, but he’s yelling at one of the boys. He’s also, given the consistency between his clothes and the dozen guys with him, not alone.

“Come on.” Marco says, grabbing your hand and sliding you both from the booth as the fight breaks into full chaos before you’ve cleared it.

You’d tucked yourselves away in the back, and you knew Marco didn’t want you both to get stuck surrounded by the wrong side, so it was better to just leave. The bar was Edwards almost two to one for the other side, so it wasn’t like they needed you and Marco to get involved anyway.

“Never a dull moment!” You shout as you follow along. Marco has a hold of your hand, and is pushing past the people who decided to stay and watch the fight.

When he turns to look back at you his eyes go wide.

Marco pulls you so hard it lifts you off your feet. Your shoulder screams from the tug, but the look on his face scares you more. He pulls you behind him and you turn to see someone stab him in the stomach. The assailaint’s face flashes in surprise, and then in anger as he looks over at you.

It’s not a face you know, but you’ll never forget it.

Marco hauled off and hit the guy who stabbed him. You saw the anger directed at you disappear behind a haymaker that had all of Marco’s weight in it. He bellows for Thatch before lifting you up and bullying his way out of the bar. The knife was still in his stomach and you could feel your blood turn cold, and your lungs tighten up.

The survival knife was sunk to the hilt.

Inside him.

And it had been meant for you.

[hannahbarberra162]

Ik the initial one-shot wasn't yandere, so ignore if this is annoying lol but the murder attempt might be a good point for those types of feelings to start developing. You're still a resource before anything else, but there's still a... shift afterward. Marco is much kinder to you than you expected him to be when you're terrified to start "donating" once more- sighing and rubbing your back while you blubber hysterically about being left alone in that room again. He's familiar with PTSD and it helps if you've been obedient up until this point. He'd made it clear you wouldn't be hurt if you obeyed, and you did, but you were nearly killed regardless. This isn't your fuck up. He's responsible. Considers moving the equipment to a different room, but assigning crewmates or nurses to stay with you in shifts is a much easier option. Thatch dotes on you too, if he's alive- you're getting treats, rules be damned.

It’s definitely not annoying! Yandere is one of my favorite tropes, I have to stop myself from adding it into most things I write. Even my nicer fluffier ideas make me think “hmmm but what if dark? What if kidnap???” Like for Struck Twice By Lightning (a lighter story I’m writing w/ Shanks x reader) I have an alternative yandere ending just because uh…it’s too much fun. Also, Thatch isn’t going to die, silly Nonnie. He never dies! Neither does Ace or Whitebeard or Izou or anyone else I love! Everyone is just on Laughtale, waiting for us to get there. 

ANYWAY, I love your idea Nonnie. 

~~~

You had begged Marco, truly begged him on hands and knees, to move the phlebotomy equipment to another room. Unfortunately, space was at a premium on the ship, even one as large as the Moby. The phlebotomy room had been built to unique specifications, there wasn’t anywhere else where the equipment could fit and had the right electrical connections needed to run the apheresis machine. He had a busy day ahead of him, there was a lot to do and plan after yesterday’s attack. But you were pale and shaking, afraid to go into the room, much less stay there for the six hours you needed to. Of course, he could just drag you in and sit you down, put the IV in your arm and leave. But you’d been compliant so far and he didn’t want to punish you. After all, this was his oversight in security, you hadn’t done anything wrong. Marco sighed and rubbed his temples. He’d tell Haruta to take over the meeting for now and ask Deuce to manage the infirmary. 

Crouching so he’d be at your eye level, Marco took your tear stained face in his hands. You had dark circles under your eyes, Marco knew you hadn’t slept the night before, which caused his own sleeplessness. He forced you to look at him, even though he was pretty sure you hated him in that moment. And maybe always. “Listen. I know you’re scared yoi. It’s understandable. But I can’t move the equipment, you have to be in this room. I can stay with you, if you want. Would you like that?” You averted your eyes from his face but nodded almost imperceptibly. He guessed you would have preferred Deuce, but Marco didn’t feel comfortable leaving you with anyone below Commander level. You were friendly with Thatch, maybe you’d want him to sit with you later. And Thatch had been baking up a storm for you since yesterday, baking treat after treat to try to find something you liked. Thatch wanted to get you to like his desserts, if he had to try every recipe on the Grand Line. The chef was always warm and pleasant company, getting people to relax in his presence was one of his gifts. Marco would allow the brief interruption in your strict diet if it helped you relax.

“We can take a break after one session if you’d like yoi.” You took a shuddering breath as Marco took your hand in his. Squeezing it gently, Marco walked you into the room. It had been cleaned of all the blood but the memories remained. You perched in the chair, pivoting your head every few seconds to check outside the window. Your hypervigilance was concerning even if it was justified. Marco didn’t want you to think they couldn’t keep you safe - they were a Yonko crew after all. There had been multiple fails yesterday that culminated in the assassin gaining access to you, but that wouldn’t make you feel better. Marco quickly turned on the aphoresis machine and prepared the equipment, watching you wince as the needle entered your arm. You were still squeamish, not wanting to see the needle insertion. He took a step back to check his work. Looking at you on the padded chair you were…small. Scared. Exhausted. Anxious. Marco didn’t like it, he needed to ensure his prized resource was healthy. “Would you like to hold hands? Would that make you feel better?” You nodded once again, still not speaking. Thinking back, Marco wasn’t sure you’d actually spoken since right after the attack. Marco took your clammy hand in his, noting the chewed nails and bloody cuticles. He’d heal those too, once it was time. He couldn’t let you out of your cage, but he could make it more comfortable.

[filmfanaticsblog]

Sodapop x Fem reader where they're playing seven minutes in heaven at a party and theyre friends but they have to go in the ✨closet✨ together and it'd a little awkward but he confesses his feelings. You decide if it's fluff, smvt, or angst! But the people at the part leave them in there for over 7 mins so yea! Tysm

«Kk»

Sodapop x Fem!Reader Playing Seven Minutes in Heaven (Fluff!)

(a/n: thank you so much for the ask! also, in this universe, the church burnt down and johnny and ponyboy saved the kids, with only minor injuries. Johnny is still alive, meaning so is Dally. it’s pretty irrelevant to the story, but just wanted to note that!)

word count: 580

You and Soda are great friends, you knew each other from the start. Your parents were great friends, and you have been inseparable since the first playdate. You always kept each other grounded and were their for each other, especially when one of you needed it the most. Such as when Mr. and Mrs Curtis passed and when Sandy left Soda. You were there for him. And he’s been with you through all of the big tragedies in your life, never leaving your side.

One night, he tagged along to one of Buck’s parties with some of your friends. You, being close with Buck, stayed after the party with Soda and your friends.

“Hey, let’s play a game!” Your (pretty drunk) best friend Annie blurted out. You all agreed, and settled on Seven Minutes in Heaven. The first couple rounds weren’t that interesting. The way you all decided who was going in the closet with who was that you guys pulled names out of hats. Around the fourth round, your name is called first.

You start to get a little nervous because there was a chance the other person drawn would be Sodapop. Sure, he was your best friend, but you had been trying to deny your feelings for him a long time. But of course, his name was drawn after yours.

Instant butterflies. You get so nervous you could puke, or maybe that was just the alcohol. You and Soda look at each other, you can feel yourself blushing. Wait, is he blushing too? You couldn’t tell for sure.

You guys went into the closet and sat down. You were both a little tipsy, so you weren’t sure how this was going to turn out. Would it be something you regretted?

Sodapop starts a conversation, being the extrovert he is.

“Sooo, how are you?” Kinda awkward.

“I’m doing alright, and you?”

“I’m doing fine.”

You sat there in silence for about 30 seconds. Man, is this awkward. He looks at you, and you look at him. “Where is this going to lead?” He asks you.

“Wherever you want it to.” You reply, with butterflies in your stomach.

He starts, “I’ve liked you for awhile, Y/N. You’re beautiful, kind, and just overall an amazing person.”

You feel yourself blushing. You then started saying, “I’ve liked you too, Soda. I’ve been trying to deny these feelings for awhile, I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship. What we have is already special, and I didn’t want to demolish it by telling you how I feel. I would’ve told you if I had known you felt the same way.”

He leans over to you, giving you a short, chaste kiss to your lips. You felt the heat radiating off of his face, which told yoy he was blushing.

You guys then started talking, and planned a date to the drive in the following night. You then talked for about half an hour, and then realized how long you had been in there together.

The others had heard you guys talking about going on a date, so they left you alone and went home.

The date at the drive in went great, apart from some socs glaring at you and Soda, but they didn’t pull anything so it was all alright. You then became boyfriend and girlfriend, and got married a couple years later. Sadly, Sodapop died in 2023 trying to do a tiktok dance and fell and broke his hip. THE END!!!!

(a/n 2: sorry about the ending. i didn’t know how to finish it off 😭 and sorry if the rest of it is bad as well, still trying to figure out how to write :) )

[endergoomi]

holding a mic up to you. tell me about your grossest, slimiest little blorbo (physically or personality wise). pleas

Ohohohoho, my guy i have two of those, and one of them happens to be my favorite character of all time

1- the one, the only, quite literally cuz he may or may not be the last of his species:

John Stranger i use this image every single time but do you know how hard it is to find screenshots of him in the wild? The Oddworld fandom is a critically endangered species dawg you can put all of us in a plane and there will be plenty of space available still

The Oddworld games already have a lot of gross and slimy elements on them so pretty much any character from the franchise would work, but well Stranger's my favorite so i'll yap about him, you did this to yourself.

Well starting by the facts this mf 100% hasn't taken a bath in years (and that's because Sekto stole all the fucking water so is not really his fault...) so he probably smells like a wet dog and broken dreams, he spits at every given opportunity, specifically everytime you defeat a boss, and iirc there's concept art of him killing someone with his breath so uhhh his breath could probably be considered mustard gas at this point.

And also this mf is like, a jerk, he'll insult everyone even if they're on his side (tho he softens a lot if they're on his side obvs), and you know for sure he's throwing hands all the time.

But enough about the gross facts cuz this dude right here is what made me realize "wait a minute, i'm trans", cuz the entire game and his character arc could easily be seen as a trans allegory, with him feeling like a freak and that there is fundamentally something wrong with him and he gotta hide it and "fix it" or he could get killed, and him finally accepting that part of him as something he should be proud of by the end of the game is just AUGDJSGD, i don't want to go into spoilers cuz i really feel the games' story is better experienced by yourself cuz my god.

Stranger is a very profound and complex character and trust me i could be talking about that for HOURS, he's my favorite character OAT for a reason, he resonates with me in a very deep level and well, he just means a lot to me. I may not draw him as much as other characters like yk, Stryker, lmao, but that doesn't mean i love him any less, i owe him a lot, and he will forever be my goat.

And the second character, and i promise to god i don't know why i grew so attatched with them cuz ????????

2- Jerma The Guy From Scorn ™️

I do not know why i started liking this mf so much, they're like a bug i put in a jar and start shaking (As if they haven't gone through enough...) I think is mostly because i fell in love with the game's art direction, yk taking inspiration from John Xenomorph himself (H.R. Giger) and his art.

The entire game is fucking disgusting, with all the rotting flesh and blood and [AHEM] other liquids of dubious origin... Not to mention the scenary with a good chunk of funny le sex imagery and good heavens the sound design. This game is obscene and disturbing and i FUCKING LOVE IT.

This game makes you feel things, mainly disgust, fear and "good god there is something under my skin", and THAT is what makes it art, it's capacity to shake you to your very core, to make you uncomfortable, to sometimes stop and think about what the fuck did yoy just watch, this game evokes those feelings flawlessly, it makes you feel vulnerable, trapped IS JUST SO GOOD, this is probs because i'm not the biggest horror fan but i don't think there's another game line Scorn, or that at least makes you feel like this game makes you feel.

And i guess that's why i like Scorn guy so much, is not much of the character themself but the game as a whole, sometimes is as if you can feel what they're feeling, and is BAD and that's what makes it GOOD

Anyway i'm yapping too much, but in short, i like Stranger and Scorn Guy very much, i'm so sorry for subjecting you to my autism, anon

[supermarine-silvally]

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜ from the soft prompts pls? also I SWEAR if you make this angsty I will... wail in the comments but also cry bc I enjoy torturing myself and like pain -🍂

I assume you wanted Portada (Ace x Yara) for this heheh

There are references to the anime (and the Ace light novel) but no actual spoilers.

“So Pops is really sending you to take on Bohemian Knight Doma all by yourself?”

“Yeah!” Ace grinned, flexing an arm. “Pretty great, huh?”

Yara shrugged. “I mean, it’s smarter than sending the fleet if we don’t need to. Doma might be stupid enough to encroach on the Whitebeard Pirates’ territory, but he’s not going to turn down a one-on-one challenge when the alternative is facing an entire armada.”

“That’s true, too.” He laughed. “I know I only got this mission because Pops is testing me, but I feel good.” As if to prove his point, a small burst of fire flared out of his fingertips, flames quickly engulfing his entire hand. 

“Well, Fifth Division will be lying in wait should you need backup.”  

“Pssshh, backup. I’ll kick his ass before he even--”

“Hey, Ace!” 

Ace perked up at the familiar voice, glancing over to where a blue-haired man wearing a masquerade-like mask stepped off the gangplank and onto the deck of the Moby Dick. “Any news?”

“Yes. I’ve got the striker operational again. It should be good to go for your mission.”

“Great! Thanks, Deu!”

Masked Deuce smiled, giving his friend-- and former captain-- a polite bow before striding off. 

Ace turned back to Yara, grinning. “See?”

Yara tried not to smile as she shook her head. “I still think that thing is a death trap. If you fall off of it while riding the waves, there won’t be anyone around to haul your ass out of the water. The fact that Deuce designed it and not you is the only thing giving me a shred of hope.”

“Hey!” He pretended to be insulted. “I can build stuff.”

“Your attempt at fixing the starboard anchor tells me otherwise.”

“Well, maybe the anchor was being a jerk.”

Yara finally gave in, her shoulders shaking as she laughed, and Ace felt as if he’d won the lottery. His chest puffed up, pleased. 

“So…” She leaned back against the wall. “You’ve got your orders, and your-- I hesitate to call it a ‘ship’... Is there anything else you need?”

“How about a kiss before I go?” The words slipped out before he could stop them. Ace’s entire face went beet red. He laughed nervously, waving his hands in the air as Yara’s smile vanished, raising an eyebrow at him instead. “Kidding, kidding!! You don’t have to, um… because we’re not-- I mean… Sorry. Bad joke.”

“Hilarious, Portgas,” she deadpanned. 

Ace’s breath hitched as she reached over, placing a finger on the brim of his hat and tugging it down ever so slightly. A shiver ran up his spine, heart drumming erratically in his ribcage. God, she was so close to him, the scent of her favourite vanilla lotion flooding his senses. 

A small, bemused smile hinted at the corners of her lips as her hand lowered, and all Ace could think was how badly he wanted to catch it in his own and press kiss after kiss to her knuckles, her palm, her wrist; trailing down her arm until their chests were pressed closely together… letting himself drown in that beautiful gaze of hers as he held her against him, safe and snug…

She picked up the hat’s counterweight from where it hung against his bare chest, smoothing her thumb over the tiny cow skull embedded into the clay disc. “Just… Remember that you’re not invincible, as much as you like to pretend otherwise, Fire Fist.”

“It’s not like you to worry, Hellcat,” he couldn’t help but tease her in return. 

Yara let out a soft laugh. “You are going to give me a full head of grey hair by the time I’m forty, you know.”

“And you’ll still be as beautiful as ever. Er, I mean…” Heat rose to his cheeks. “You could pull it off, I’m sure.”

“There you two are, yoi.”

They glanced over as Marco approached them, giving them an amused look. “Yara, I think Vista’s looking for you.”

“Oh. I suppose I should be off, then.” She lightly touched Ace’s arm, making his heart nearly stop. “Good luck, Ace. Even if you don’t think you need it.”

With that, she strode off, heading towards the ship’s main cabins. Ace watched her go, the air around him already feeling colder without her presence. 

“You know you’re going to have to tell her someday, yoi,” Marco said, crossing his arms. 

“There’s nothing to tell her.”

“Ace…” The First Division Commander’s tone was firm, yet gentle. “You can’t help how you feel.”

“I know, I just…”

“I’m already giving up on Ace, too! I don’t care if he dies or not, I’ll just tell Garp it was an accident. It’s true that the ‘devil’s children have the devil’s luck’, and Ace is the devil’s son!”

He sighed. “She deserves far better than a good-for-nothing guy like me.” 

If she knew… There’s no way she could ever… 

Marco didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push it any further, either. The crew had begun to gather around them, cheering as they wished Ace a speedy victory. He waved back, one foot resting on the ship’s railing as he prepared to leap onto the striker, which was waiting in the water below. As he turned around, however, he caught a flash of violet hair. For a moment, he allowed his gaze to linger on her.

Yara seemed to notice, glancing over to meet his eyes. Her lips eased into a confident smile, giving him a slight nod as if to say, you got this. Butterflies burst into his stomach, his heartbeat quickening, beating out a rhythm so desperate, so desiring, so… unworthy. And yet… 

Yet he would love her from afar anyways, even if it was the most he could ever do.

One Piece nakama: @auxiliarydetective @daughter-of-melpomene @xoteajays if you wanna read <3

[cherienymphe]

I’m not sure I get it. People don’t like “the way you respond” ?? I personally don’t think you’re rude or mean. I think you’re straight forward and actually quite witty. Which I enjoy! It’s also just my opinion and I would never dare to hop in someone’s inbox to… what? Tell them about themselves? How? No one knows you and they aren’t obligated to follow and certainly not obligated to be in your inbox.

This is your page. People need not come to you with their asks and also be upset when you respond how they want you to. I don’t get the need for anonymous strangers to try to control what you say and how you say it. Character ai is a thing if they’re interested in talking to robots or whatever. You’re a person and can respond to people in your inbox how you choose (again, you’re not even rude or mean).

I wanted to let you know that I absolutely love your page. I love your stories. I love pretty much every post. In some way, I even appreciate that I heard about the YOI cancellation from you lol

I’m certainly saddened that you won’t be around as much, but I understand. Regardless, I’m excited for whatever you write next!

I hope you enjoy your day! 😊

Mind you, that had nothing to do with what I was talking about lol. They just wanted to get that off their chest 😭 I'll obviously still be answering questions here and there but it's unlikely I'll ever come on here wanting to talk about or post about anything outside of my fics

[astrotoilet]

My ghostface angel|Amber freeman x male reader

Y/N L/N and Tara Carpenter have always been so close since childhood,they meet when they where very young at school and became closer very quick,and their lifes where like that for years and years.

Tara always told you her problems,you did the same with her to make it fair.

You always listened to her and she loved you and you loved her.

However in a friends way.

You where Tara's only best friend in her life ,well *used*

One day Tara met a girl called Amber Freeman and they got closer almost inmediately,she always protected her,take care of her and loved her,like you did.

Amber always was so nice and protective to her,confronting anyone who messed with her.

She was increible with her,she opened her hearth for her.

However tara spent more time with amber causing you to dissapoint and feel lonely,even your other friends started to say that you where disgusted at amber and you hated her.

Well that wasn't the case...

Instead of jealousy,hate,hatred and envy you started to grown feelings for Amber,she was. Always so nice looking,awesome smelling and kind thay you can't simply stop thinking about her,Amber was stalking your feeling almost 24/7 and you really wanted to have something with her.

You then went to talk with Tara about Amber and you got the balls to tell her the truth about what you felt about Amber,Tara was surprised by that and she said a.

"I knew it" with a flirting smirk

"Ehhh... could you help me getting into her?"you said laughing a bit nervous

"Sure,i can make you guys get together asap"Tara said with a confident and proud smirk

You smirked back and talked with tara a bit before leaving.

THE NEXT DAY

The next day yoy wake up early to met with Tara and Amber in Tara's house to have a friendly talk and to make Ambr and i know each other better.

When u arrived i was sweating but i encouraged my feeling and eventually my time with Amber was nice and we became good friends,had a few beers,we told tara some jokes and laughed together.

I got her number too so we can have chats,and we had a chat that night.

A few weeks after me and Amber where already dating and just like with Tara she became protective and take care of me,i did the same and we where a pretty couple,she loved to cuddle while i loved more the kisses,her lips had a magical feeling and i enjoyed every time we kissed as if if was the first time,she also started to call me by many nicknames she liked such as "baby,honey,little cutie and that"my relationship was pretty good tbh i adored it snd i was feeling very good until i noticed that things started to get weirder....

Amber started to became more and more excited by something shw didn't told me

I didn't wanted to annoy her so i just let it continue,until a day Amber came very excited a told me to came to the park to meet a new friend of her she meet online.

A bit scared i accepted and went to the park,and i found her with a guy,he was called Richie.

In a 2 hour long talk they told me about the "stab" movies,i was a big fan of them and that was something me and Amber had in commoun,they told m about reliving the franchise by making a fan film with REAL murders.

I was freaked out but my desire to see our bellved franchise shine was bigger so i agreed.

So our journey started and we eventually became Ghostface,murdering people i gross ways,i usually tend to be the one killing in the most violent and bizarre ways.

Our plan was going really good and we had a pretty good number of victims so after succesing all our goal and have massacred the Carpenter sisters along with their friends Richie decided to take a break while me and my girlfriend decided to get our time

"You really did it perfect baby"Amber said smiling

"I knew you where gonna like it"i said grabbing her hips

"Hhmmm hon i love you so much"Amber said putting her arms around my neck

Whe kissed and it became a passionate kiss

She climbed on my lap and inserted her tongue on my mouth,i only did the same

As she was whimpering my name we continued to kiss,it felt amazing and very good

As amber started to rub my well you know.... with her hands i did the same in her down area.

We continued like this until without knowing we took off our clothes and the magic happened...

THE NEXT DAY

I woke up with Amber cuddled into me,sleeping peacefully,i started to caress her head until she woke up.

"Goodmorning baby" she said

"Goodmorning love" i replied

"Did yo had sweet dreams?"Amber asked me

"Im having the best right now"i replied with a small smile

Amber just smiled and laughed and started kissing me.

"I love you baby"

"Me too honey"

[spinningbuster98]

Let's talk about Sequence Breaking

Sequence Breaking has got to be one of the most satisfying things I've ever seen in a videogame

And I'm talking about intentional breaks. Yeah yeah sure, stuff involving glitches and exploits is also impressive, hell even more so, you might even argue that it's not a "true" sequence break unless it's 100% unintended

But I love the idea of a game giving you the means to obtain items earlier than intended and telling you "are you skilled enough to do it?"

This is why I will forever defend Super's Wall Jump

"But it's too finicky and the timing is weird it sucks!"

Yeah sorry to sound like an elitist but, you don't get it

Yoy really don't

This isn't Mega Man X or Hollow Knight, where wall jumping is an integral part of the platforming that you have to perform on the regular, here wall jumping is akin to a cheat code: something you're not supposed to use (though you actually are in reality) and that is only required to break the game. If wall jumping were as easy as in those games then sequence breaking wouldn't be nearly as satisfying since even a baby could pull it off. Wall Jumping in this game is SUPPOSED to require skill, it is MEANT to be somewhat finicky to an extent. Not that I won't have some negatives to talk about concerning this game's controls, though manybe next time...

I personally find it weird how this game's sequence breaking continues to be my favorite. since both Zero Mission and Dread handle it better in some areas

Zero Mission just flat out has more of it: Super kinda stops having any more real sequence breaking instances (again: excluding glitches) after Norfair. There's that early Energy Tank in that water room in the Wrecked Ship I guess? But after that pretty much everything can be obtained on your first run through an area with the skills that you already have. You can't even get the Screw Attack early to my understanding

Dread doesn't have as much sequence breaking as the other 2, and some of it is pretty stupidly implemented (why should I bother with the early Super Missiles and the Kraid Bomb insta kill when those require MORE backtracking that just doing things by the book?), but others not only result in less backtracking but also in some actual gameplay advantages: getting the Grapple Beam early allows you to skip two slow water sections in Burenia a little later and getting the early Gravity Suit (and the early Screw Attack that's pretty much connected to it) allows you to absolutely rip Ferenia open like a tin can, especially if you also get the Space Jump before the Storm Missiles, allowing you to go wherever you want, destroy the boss with no effort and make a joke out of its EMMI Zone. By contrast sequence breaking in Super only really results in cutting back on backtracking: what do you get from early Power Bombs? Eh I guess you regain access to Crateria and Brinstar earlier.... it's kinda useless though. Early Spazer and Wave Beams? Kinda useful but it's not like enemies are super tough here and they don't really open new areas or shortcuts. Ever Zero Mission's sequence breaking gives you more practical advantages sometimes: early Varia Suit? More defense earlier on and you can use it to explore some extra rooms in Norfair earlier. Early Screw Attack and Super Missiles? Those speak for themselves

However I can't help but find Super's more fun to pull off

Every instance of sequence breaking in Super is a matter of pure skill and imagination: YOU have to pull off those wall jumps and shinesparks, YOU have to make those long jumps after running certain distances

By contrast sequence breaking in ZM and Dread tends to be more dependent on finding secret passages. You want to fight Ridley first in ZM? Find the secret shaft in Norfair. Early Screw Attack? You gotta know there are some secret missile blocks in the room right below it. Wanna skip the Long Beam? You gotta know that there are a few secret breakable blocks

Dread is a bit of both worlds in a way: getting the Grapple Beam early requires you to find a secret passage yes, but you must also be able to use your slide jump really well to go through said passage. Getting the Gravity Suit as early as possible also requires you to be skilled with the shinespark both to reach the Green Teleportal early and to clear the Shinespark puzzle required to access the secret route

This isn't a bad way to go about things by any means, hell it's appropriate for adventure games! But I also find it inherently less interesting and intuitive than Super's

In this game it's all about "Hmm... this looks like I can wall jump here and access this door earlier!" It's all about intuitively approaching the level design once you have a good unserstanding of your abilities and have some good creativity with your movements. It's not even just about sequence breaking per se though that's for another time

In those other two you mostly just gotta know that at X spot you can shoot thus revealing a secret passage, which is satisfying the first time but then that's it

Anyway Maridia is actually pretty good.

First off, for the "Muh Maridia tube" crowd: did you know that there's another entrance to Maridia accessible from the Wrecked Ship? It'll take you to a damp region in Crateria full of dead ends but using the X Ray Scope on one of them reveals a breakable wall, and boom: entrance to Maridia!

Second: The area is certainly much bigger than the others and the game has pretty much stopped nudging you in any particular direction....but honestly it's really not so bad once you notice that you'll be mostly just moving from left to right to reach Draygon and that you'll have to avoid the bottom half of the map

However if we wanna talk about problems then yeah the sand pits and sandfalls are really awkward and not in a fun way. The room just before Draygon's where it's full of sand and the game wants you to use the Grapple Beam in very precise manners is kinda bad. Yeah I used the wall jump to get through it much quicker and easier....but as I said this is an ability that's secret, you shouldn't be depending on it to not have an awkward time with level design

Then there's the process of 100%ing this place which requires you to go through half of it twice just for those items hidden in those two secret sand pit rooms.

This is dumb. Very dumb. People complain about the "final victory laps" in the next games, and we'll get to those, but this is honestly just stupid and nonsensical as it adds nothing to the experience, it's not challenging, it doesn't require any real routing as there are only 2 possible routes you can go about this to my knowledge. It's just a big time waster

(also I've always thought that they gave you the Spring Ball this late as a joke. Why is it here?)

You wanna know an issue that I have with this game? The fact that the goddamn full item jingle plays when you get every single item expansion. EVERY.SINGLE.ONE.

In the last two games and those afterwards either the item jingle is really short or there's a much shorter jingle that plays out with minor items.

Here it's the full thing every single time. Not only is this aggravating as fuck when you're going for 100%, as it stops the action for approximately 5 seconds every 5 minutes, but it also resets the fucking stage music!

Super Metroid has some of my favorite tracks in the series, yet I barely get to listen to them fully because it feels like every 3 rooms I'm getting a round of NANANANANANANANANANANANANAAAAAAAAAAA

No I don't care that Dread only gives you a couple of beeps when you get an item expansion it keeps things moving goddamnit!

[1d1195]

hi sam,

I need big sister advice...how do yoy stop yourself from liking something...and not just a person, just anything...celebrities, a fandom, a show, how do you stop the obsession before you go down the rabit hole

First and foremost 😭 big sister advice I'm 😭😭😭😭😭😭

AS ALWAYS--SORRY FOR THE LENGTH OF MY RESPONSE.

Okay, second, I am happy to give you my advice but I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask given my personal history with Twilight/1D/Harry.

HOWEVER. A little tangent: I am obsessed with iced coffee as well. Not sure I have mentioned that on here (you can probs tell from my stories, but anyway). I am constantly in a battle between "I should just make coffee at home" and "it's only $4" literally every day. I constantly here about how my $4 a day routine is attributing to my lack of a house in today's market. Not to toot my own horn but I do a lot for my family, my students, my friends, my boyfriend--pretty much anyone that enters my life, you get a piece of me that's yours to have. I don't do a whole lot for myself--self-care or otherwise. So I think life is short and I try to remind myself that $4 a day is not the worst thing in the world. (probably a bad mindset but if I don't do something for my mental well-being I think I'm going to explode).

The reason I say this is because I DO think life is short and you should allow yourself some indulgences. Otherwise, what's this all for? I'm not saying you should spend thousands on an obsession (see also: my Harry collection 🙃) but if you enjoy something, there's no reason you shouldn't as long as it's not causing you physical, mental, or financial harm (in my opinion).

For me? I have to limit myself. I used to watch EVERY interview, read EVERY article, watched EVERY Instagram story the entire 1D fandom had to offer and it became so overwhelming, so EXHAUSTING I had to stop. Like in my crazy teenage mind I thought that if I didn't watch EVERY piece of 1D things people would call me out for not being a real fan or that Harry/Niall would one day find out I didn't see their interview on Oct 12, 2013 and they would kick me out of the club.

It's part of why I had such a big hiatus on here. I am a huge planner so setting time for myself to do what I want to look at, watch, think about (albeit, it's very little time these days) is really important to me. Also, I have to decide if it's healthy or not for me to do so. I was staying up all hours a night to write stories and post and interact here on tumblr. It wasn't good for me.

I think just reframing the context is important too. I would like to believe I'm not really obsessed anymore. I have a great appreciation for shows and celebrities. I like to believe I know a LOT about Harry (but obviously I don't--para-social stuff ya know?). I know a great deal about How I Met Your Mother and The Princess Bride. I love potatoes, babies, math, reading, etc. I don't think these are obsessions they're just things I love.

Obsession often has a negative connotation and while I do like to tell people I have an obsession with Harry Styles for exaggeration/honestly what else am I supposed to call it? I don't think it's the right thing. Tbh, corny as it sounds I have the utmost respect for Harry. I think he's wonderful of course, and I wouldn't have known that without being so crazy for 1D for so many years.

So, I doubt any of this was helpful so I'll try to summarize:

I would really think if it's obsession or just something you really enjoy. I think there's a pretty significant difference. I also think it's okay to indulge in the things you love. Life is too short to not enjoy anything--especially something you're feeling passionate about. Moderation is important for this though. Your well-being is more important than knowing every detail about the thing you love. Not everything has to be an obsession.

If this wasn't helpful, let me know I'll try again 💕 Thank you for asking me for advice! This is like the sweetest, nicest thing 😭

xoxo

[lab1rynth]

glad you liked Saturn in a maid dress!

Here's some ideas that I'm not sure if you'll like or find interesting

Y! patient with therapist / stranger reader where the patient was in a really shitty place in life, maybe they finally decide to come outside and have a walk in ths park maybe and sits down after a while. Reader sees him and goes "he don't look so good chief," sits down next to him n has a chat. Patient feels better but reader gtg to her next client. Patient is like "wait no don't go, where do you have to leave to anyways." Reader tells him they're a therapist, patient gets jealous at the thought of them giving other ppl the same warm feeling they give him. Rest is up to you if it's interesting

or

y! detective and criminal on the run reader where the latest case he took up was pretty infuriating to work with, esp because the now criminal in town is a fucken tease and so hard to catch. Leaves graffiti everywhere at crime scenes, maybe something like "Catch me if you can Mr. Holmes" (like moriarity the patriot) or/to "I'll be waiting for you Mr. detective. Reader who's actually watching from rooftops his investigations of crime scenes, seeing this whole thing as a game to them. When the detective finally has a few suspects, realises that he sees one if them at the nearby animal shelter as a volunteer every week and also has an unhealthy obsession with. Detective who also stares at reader a lot at the animal shelter and sometimes stalks them in their home after working overtime to relieve stress. At first he couldn't believe that they were the primary suspect in a case like murder but yes they are, THE perpetrator even. y! detective who's both excited and slightly disappointed. Excited because it meant that reader knew it was him chasing after them and still teased him, that meant they liked him, right?? Liked him so much that they commited murder to get his attention?? Dissappointed because he thought it meant that reader were scared to approach him. Doesn't matter now though. He'll play his cards and make it so that they're under his surveillance 24/7, not under the prisons.

The rest is up to yoy if you like the idea! I'll send in more later and this lacked some details but I gtg sooo

Alrighty!! I'll post these both separately since there are two requests here!! Thank you! <3

[basilfang]

"you ever feel like there's something just, like, missing?"

"i don't know, Sara, you gotta be more specific than that"

"like, there's something you're not seeing. Something you don't know yet. You look at yourself, and you just think, what the fuck is wrong with him? What is it, like literally, 'what'. There's a blank space in the paragraph. That would explain everything. But you've never been able to find the answer."

"not personally, no. what made you think that?"

"not sure. Just got lost in a thought spiral again. Sometimes I just feel like, there is something seriously defective about me. I walk around, and there's a weird fuzzy fucked up thing in my head. Maybe it's why I feel like this"

"like what?"

"like I'm not supposed to be here. like, there's a sign on my head that says... I don't know what it says. But other people can read it and they understand it because they are not what it says. I've always felt, and this is so stupid, like I'm marked. It's so victimy and self absorbed. As if no matter how chill and unwrong I try to be, eventually they'll always see the real me. The rotten inside. The ugly, evil, maggoty, mouldy, still water true me. That person I was when I had no friends in school. And even this shell I've made so I can make friends and sometimes keep them, I feel like that thing they say soemtimes, makeup on a pig. Or like a coat of paint on a wall with damp. There is just something fundamentally not right here. Like I've been raised from the dead except I never died, I've just always been this way."

"that doesn't sound like it feels nice"

"no it doesn't feel nice"

"I don't think you're marked. Or maggoty. I don't think any of those things are true. But, I know me saying it isn't going to change how you feel."

"you only say it's not true because you like me"

"doesn't that disprove your whole belief system about yourself?"

"no, you also like carrots. Carrots are disgusting"

"[laughs] well, anyway. At least when you're with me. None of those things are true. Because I think you're great"

"you only think that because of my disguise"

"sometimes when you pretend to be something enough it bleeds into you. You're a bright warm person who, while not always nice or reasonable, makes me feel like you appreciate me"

"i guess"

"if you ever feel shit, you can tell me. If you don't want me to tell you how I think you're great and I love you, because it goes against what you believe aboit yourself, ill tell yoy anyway, but if you really don't want to hear it, ill just sit here with you. And we can do whatever you want "

"okay"

"should we watch some one piece?"

"yeah."

"lemme find my laptop."

"ow!"

"sorry, oh lovely sorry, I didn't mean to wack you in the face"

"your elbow is evil, Will."

"lemme kiss it better"

"[laughs] my makeup!"

"*my* makeup now. What episode?"

"I don't mind"

"let's do the one where Nami is fucking with the weather wizard"

"aww that one was nice. I love her"

"I love you"

"-"

"oops I didn't mean that, I totally don't love and cherish you. You can unblush now"

"thanks."

"you know, I get why you like one piece so much"

"why?"

"I'm not telling you. But best believe I understand you better than ever before."

"not ominous at all. I guess I don't care. I'm just glad I found someone else who likes it"

"you mind if we skip the filler?"

"it's fine"

-

"you know, I didn't like one piece when we met"

"wait you didn't?"

"i saw a lot of episodes because my brother liked it and always had it on. I didn't like it until I watched it with you"

"oh. That's kind of sweet"

"it's a great show. That message, how you just need friends along the way, and you'll do fine. It's great. Company is always good."

"I think it made me realise all that, in a way. I found it hard to lean on other people."

"yeah"

"now it doesn't feel like I'm crossing people's boundaries by asking for help"

"you know, the straw hats are all pretty similar. They're all people who have felt that... sense of otherness. After something happened to them. And, it's not that friendship and love completely fixes you, there will always be a crack there. Down the porcelain. But like, people around you who let you breathe easily, certainly makes life easier. You don't feel so marked anymore."

"yh. Having people around is nice"

"sometimes people can be so mean. But other times, they're so soft. They can make the fucked up shit more bearable"

"you make it more bearable, Will"

"[-] you too"

"want to watch the new episode?"

"not yet, I just want to cuddle some more"

"okay"

[sometimesanalice]

LOOK AT THEMMMM 😍😍😍

Oh I am OBSESSED!! They are so cute! This is the prequel I didn’t know I needed, and everything I could have ever wanted!!

I am so soft for them! And the giddiness of this sent me a tizzy! 💖

More for youuuuu!

So, you'd made one last ditch attempt on Hinge, liking some guys who were way out of your league - before telling Max he had the go-ahead to set you up with his buddy.— screaming, dying, crying. Thinking about the AU fic and how in every timeline they’d find each other one way or another 💖😭🥰 but also my girl those men would be PUNCHING UP that’s for damn sure! I want to hug her.

Oh. It was this one - the pretty one. Bradley.— he’s so pretty! He’s so smart! He’s got a 7.5 inch ——

one with an older guy who was probably his dad- THATS HIS DAD THATS HIS DAD

and one where his eyes looked like pools of chocolate- 🤎😍🤎

Unbidden, a smile crept across your face. He looked kind, sweet. Even if he didn't say where he worked.- 🤭🤭🤭 I love her precious giddiness here! That kind of unbidden happy thrill of the what-if!

Bradley, you tested the name out. - ITS A GOOD NAME, ITS THE BEST NAME DOR THE BEST BOY

No, it's because you're unfathomably pretty and I didn't think you'd actually like me back.— MY SWEETEST GIRLLLL 😭 oh this bit of insecurity hit me in the gut. I’m bringing an Unhide blanket over and some Fortnum tea and we are having a CHAT about this miss ma’am because HE’S GONNA LIKE YOU! HE’S GONNA LOVE YOI BACK! AND ITS GOING TO BE GREAT!

bold of you to assume it also wasn't the 'stache...and that i'm not just mainlining lactaid- we are the same 😂 that altoid tin in my purse isn’t filled with breath mints lololololol

He typed and deleted his response a couple times, leaving you on the edge of your seat.— that boy was SWEATING!! I just know he was like trying to figure out what to say to try and impress her, he wants to keep her talking with him!

Your allegiance to UVA in any sporting event wasn't exactly top of mind, so you had to check your March Madness bracket that everyone in the office had been forced to fill out for team building. — but I love how she’s already looking it up because she already LIKES him and wants to have an opinion on it to bond 🥰

Did you know the moon's actually lemon shaped? And that the Milky Way apparently smells like raspberries and rum?— THE MOST PRECIOUS MUSTACHED NERD!! Also SPACE FACTS?!!! shutthefuckupjordanhesrocketmanandiamaswooningpuddleonthefloor

no, bradley, i did not know that. do you only specialize in space fun facts or can i get something else out of you...— CHEEKY GIRL 💖💖💖

As it was, your Uber let you out next to a pale blue Bronco. — oh I love a wink like this!!

You didn’t really date. Not in the same sense that your friends Caroline and Darcy or even Alexa and Max did. — IMNEVERGETTINGOVERITTTTTTTTTTT 💖‼️💖‼️💖‼️💖‼️🫠😍🫠😍

But there was just something about him - about Bradley - that made you think this could be something? Something about Bradley made you giggle at your phone while you read his texts and buy a new dress and get a wax for your date. — she’s so cute!! they’re so cuteeee!! She’s excited! She’s optimistic! She’s got the cute dress and the wax! She’s ready for the start of her foreverrrrrr!

God, please like me. I hope he likes me.- 🥺🥹🥺 HALF AGONY HALF HOPE

Jesus. Did Uncle Sam pay everyone's tab, too?— 🤭

What if he wasn't there? What if he saw you get out of your Uber in the parking lot and bailed? No - he wouldn't do that. — NO HE WOULDNT!! I love that she’s only chatted with him for a few days, but already innately knows he’s never treat someone like that 🥹

He texted with full capitalization and punctuation. — H O TTTTTTT

God, he was so pretty. His hair looked lighter in person, not as brown, his arms looked so strong even in his unbuttoned light blue oxford, and that mustache? It worked. It really worked. - 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

His knee was bouncing and he kept glancing down at the phone propped up on his knee. 7:33pm - you were late.— ANXIOUS BOY!! HE IS ALSO HALF AGONY HALF HOPE! They’re 🫛

The abrupt motion caused him to almost drop his phone, but it made you smile. - oh he’s so cute

Once his eyes settled on you it was like everything stopped. The bar got quiet, you didn't notice the girl next to you complaining about her drink, and the hockey game on TV faded into the background - you just noticed Bradley.— 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 I am a puddleeeeeeee

Your stomach was going crazy with butterflies and your heart was pounding so hard, you were convinced Bradley could see the outline through your pink dress. — he’s gonna see what’s under that pink dress soon just you waitttttt 💁🏼‍♀️💁🏼‍♀️💁🏼‍♀️💁🏼‍♀️

Bradley was either really smart or really lucky when he ordered your margarita with your preferred tequila - you only had to pipe up to request salt on the rim. — the boy has good taste but we already know that! 💖

And then the night took a turn...— YEAH IT DID RIGHT INTO HIS BED!! 💃🏼

Ohhhhh this was EVERYTHING I DIDNT KNOW I NEEDED! I love every little crumb we get about them, but this little prequel fic and how giddy and nervous and hopeful they both are gave me the butterflies in the best way! I love it!!

can't hardly wait

Summary: in which a guy named bradley likes you back on hinge...

OR a prequel fic with the first hinge messages

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader

Warnings: listen i know i have a picture selected for her, i just wanted to have the ice cream comparison and went with this one. also i have all the pics on bradley's profile if you're curious 💁🏼‍♀️ he's just so goddamn cute! written for @roosterforme 's 'rocktober' event and inspired by the replacements song. don't forget to read part 1 to see how the date goes 😉 [image template (x)]

Your phone lit up with a notification, buzzing in its spot on your glass desk. You glanced down at it for a moment before going back to your slide deck - until it buzzed again. It was a Hinge notification. You hadn't been particularly active on the app the last couple days, not wanting to get your hopes up yet again. So, you'd made one last ditch attempt on Hinge, liking some guys who were way out of your league - before telling Max he had the go-ahead to set you up with his buddy. Leaning back in your desk chair, you swiped up on the notification.

Oh. It was this one - the pretty one. Bradley.

You scrolled back through his profile one more time, reacquainting yourself with the 6'1" brunet. He had a picture cuddling a chunky French Bulldog, one at a Rolling Stones concert, one with an older guy who was probably his dad, and one where his eyes looked like pools of chocolate, in addition to his main photo. Unbidden, a smile crept across your face. He looked kind, sweet. Even if he didn't say where he worked.

Bradley, you tested the name out.

Without further delay, you pulled up his message:

Did you only like me because I also have a picture eating ice cream on my profile? I guess that means you're not lactose intolerant?

You let out a little giggle and twirled around in your desk chair. Oh, he was sweet (and a little nerdy). No, it's because you're unfathomably pretty and I didn't think you'd actually like me back. Trying not to overthink it, you typed out a response:

bold of you to assume it also wasn't the 'stache...and that i'm not just mainlining lactaid

It was cute, a little cheeky. He typed and deleted his response a couple times, leaving you on the edge of your seat.

How far do you have UVA going in MM this year?

You pursed your lips. Hmph. And went back to scrolling his profile. Ah, there it was - he'd also gone to UVA, though a couple years before you. He also drank, didn't smoke, and was vaccinated and bi. You swiped back to the chat.

Your allegiance to UVA in any sporting event wasn't exactly top of mind, so you had to check your March Madness bracket that everyone in the office had been forced to fill out for team building. Just has you were about to say Elite Eight! Bradley messaged back:

Sorry, that was really lame. I’m not used to this.

You smiled. that has to be a line...

His reply was instantaneous. It's not, I promise! Alright give me one more try. How's this?

In the background, your computer pinged with multiple Teams message notifications, but your eyes remained glued to your phone.

Did you know the moon's actually lemon shaped? And that the Milky Way apparently smells like raspberries and rum?

It was such a ridiculous and silly fun fact that it made you smile. Time to put all that barstool trivia practice to good use.

no, bradley, i did not know that. do you only specialize in space fun facts or can i get something else out of you...

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Turns out all it took was a smattering of the world's silliest fun facts to get you hooked, and after days of texting you were at the Hard Deck. The beachfront dive bar wasn't exactly your ideal first date location, but it seemed like there was a good crowd inside judging by the excessive number of the cars in the parking lot. As it was, your Uber let you out next to a pale blue Bronco. You smoothed your hands over your dress and checked your hair one final time before heading inside.

You didn’t really date. Not in the same sense that your friends Caroline and Darcy or even Alexa and Max did. The last person you’d gone out with for more than three dates had been your ex-boyfriend Jack and even that relationship fizzled after six months. 

But there was just something about him - about Bradley - that made you think this could be something? Something about Bradley made you giggle at your phone while you read his texts and buy a new dress and get a wax for your date. 

God, please like me. I hope he likes me.

The bell above the door jingled as you entered, suddenly taken aback not only by the amount of people in the bar, but also the Navy paraphernalia doting seemingly every usable surface. Jesus. Did Uncle Sam pay everyone's tab, too?

Scooting out of the way of another group entering behind you, you bit your lip and stretched your neck, looking around the bar for Bradley. What if he wasn't there? What if he saw you get out of your Uber in the parking lot and bailed? No - he wouldn't do that. The Bradley you had gotten to know over the last couple days sent you fun facts and his Wordle score. He asked about your projects at work and what you were having for dinner. He texted with full capitalization and punctuation. At the very worst, you'd hope you'd get an it's not you, it's me text from him.

But your worry was all for naught because when you got closer to the bar, you saw him. And by some sort of miracle he hadn't seen you yet, which gave you ample opportunity to ogle because you seriously needed a minute. God, he was so pretty. His hair looked lighter in person, not as brown, his arms looked so strong even in his unbuttoned light blue oxford, and that mustache? It worked. It really worked.

And he looked nervous? His knee was bouncing and he kept glancing down at the phone propped up on his knee. 7:33pm - you were late. You squared your shoulders and cleared your throat before closing the final few steps.

"Bradley?"

He spun around on his barstool at your voice. The abrupt motion caused him to almost drop his phone, but it made you smile. Once his eyes settled on you it was like everything stopped. The bar got quiet, you didn't notice the girl next to you complaining about her drink, and the hockey game on TV faded into the background - you just noticed Bradley.

A smile crept across his face as he said your name in turn and you nodded. Your stomach was going crazy with butterflies and your heart was pounding so hard, you were convinced Bradley could see the outline through your pink dress. His voice was warm and raspy and had your insides turning into honey.

"It's nice to see you - " He gave you a full hug that was over far too soon. God he smelled so good, too. "- Here, have a seat. Do you want a drink?"

"You too." You took his hand and got on the barstool, placing your clutch on the table and glancing around the bar. "Ummm, what're you having?"

"An old fashioned - sorry," he shook himself and glanced back down at his drink sheepishly, "you just look really pretty."

You cheeks warmed under his stare and you bit your lip. If your knee nudged his underneath the bar-top then that was just an accident. "Thanks, I'll uh - I'll have a margarita?"

Bradley was either really smart or really lucky when he ordered your margarita with your preferred tequila - you only had to pipe up to request salt on the rim.

And then it was just easy. Everything just fell into place. You talked about your time at UVA - he even got you to admit that your were a Tri-Delta after he admitted to being Sigma Chi philanthropy chair -your favorite restaurants and neighborhoods in San Diego, and your job, which Bradley endearingly thought was fascinating - something you wouldn't exactly agree with, but it was flattering all the same.

And it was only because of the easy conversation and banter between the two of you that you finally felt comfortable bringing up your most burning question all evening:

“So, what’s with the bar?” you asked, looking around with a teasing smile on your face. Bradley cocked his head. “I mean, is it just me or is like every naval officer within a forty mile radius here?”

And then the night took a turn...

don't forget to read part 1 to see how the date goes 😉

a/n: so this was just something small to tide me over before i post my next fic about thanksgiving! hope you all liked it!