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vvinirl · 6 months ago

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satoru. g

warnings: smut, missionary, pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart) name calling from gojo and reader (crybaby,shorty,dumbass) oral (fem receiving), spitting, praising, slight crying during sex, curses don’t exist

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would you say that it was a blessing having your older brother’s best friend satoru gojo around, or a curse?

if it was a blessing, there would only be a few things you could list that would make it a blessing

-you’ve known him since you were practically in diapers

-he’s always around

-he’s the hottest guy you’ve ever seen

-he actually talks to you

-and he’s a older guy

those are what some would call a blessing

if it was a curse, there would only be one thing you could list that would make it a curse

-you can’t have him

and not only because he’s your older brother’s best friend and if you and satoru were to get together it would ruin their friendship, but because you just can’t

or you don’t think you could. you don’t think that satoru has ever thought about you in ways you’ve thought about him. you don’t think you’re his type, and you definitely definitely don’t think he would ever be interested in you

the only reason you think about those thoughts are because satoru always has girls lined up in front of him, willing to give up everything in their life just to spend a day with him. everyone adores him and worshiped him, who wouldn’t?

and he was crazy rich and was already the ceo of of his family company and the youngest rich bachelor in the country

but despite all satoru had and could have, he chose to stay single

why? nobody knows

and he also chose to stay around his best friend suguru and even you

you don’t know why he chose you guys, he could have any friends he wanted, hundreds if he chose but no

you don’t know when or how your little crush on satoru started but if you had to say, it would definitely be that summer, before the start of 6th grade

you were going to the 6th grade and suguru and satoru were going to the 8th

you were at the park playing and minding your business. in your cute little baby blue dress with daisies on them and a big white bow sewn into the back. you could say it was your favorite dress

these 3 older boys, probably grade 9, walked up to you and started throwing mean comments at you

“look at her hair, ew”

“her ugly dress too”

“does she think she’s cute?”

you didn’t cared what they said but one comment really stuck out to you

“why does she look like that”

some would say you were a crybaby, and they are definitely right. you were a sensitive child, still is

“leave me alone” you stood up, grabbing your babydoll and held it by your side

“or what?”

“you gonna cry to your big bro geto?”

one of the laughed and walked closer to you

“i-i said leave me alone” tears welling up in your eyes, looking down at your black sandals, the sandy beneath your feet

one of the boys pushed you back as you fell back onto your elbows and into the sand

“oh so you think you’re tuff now huh-“

the boy didn’t finish his sentence as satoru came out of nowhere and landed a punch on his jaw

“what the hell!” one of the boys yelled towards satoru, kneeling down to inspect his friend’s bleeding nose

“do you want a matching bloody nose too?” satoru stepped up to them

“n-no, let’s get out of here guys”

“he’s fricking crazy man”

the boys got their friend with the bloody nose off the ground and ran away

you were sitting there the whole time watching everything unfold before your eyes, still in the same position in the sand that the boy pushed you to

“are you okay?”

you looked up at satoru, his hand extended for you to take. you nodded, taking his hand as he brought you up

“are you hurt anywhere?”

“no, i’m okay” you sniffled, looking down at your dress to see it had gotten a little dirty

satoru reached a hand up to your face and wiped your tears stained cheek with his sleeve

you looked up at him, bright blue eyes staring into your dark and brown ones. the summer sunlight reflecting off his milky pale skin

“don’t let them treat you like that okay?”

“y-yeah” you nodded once more, still lost in those eyes

“if they ever come back again, i’ll leave them with more than a bloody nose”

“but you might get in trouble gojo”

“i don’t care. you shouldn’t have to deal with their bullshit, got that?”

“mhm”

“now come on crybaby, your brother and parents are waiting for you” satoru dusted your dress of and wrapped an arm around your shoulders

“and i said to call me satoru”

“right, yeah of course gojo-“

“i mean satoru!” you quickly corrected yourself, feeling slightly embarrassed. gojo laughed at you as he shook his head

“dumbass”

“am not”

“are too”

the both of you bickered back and forth, as you walked back to your house, his arms still around your shoulders

but i guess you could that was the day you began to slowly fall in love with satoru more and more as the years went on

there was times when you fell harder for him, one including your 9th grade school dance

a guy in a older grade had asked you out to the dance so you decide to take on the opportunity to go with him

you got all dress up in this beautiful red dress your mom bought from you, she said she wore that very dress the night she met your father back in the same grade you were in right now

it fit you so nicely and your mom did your hair and you got all dolled up for that dance

at the dance you waited and waited for your date to show up but not surprisingly, he didn’t

you saw having a time with another girl on the dance floor as you stood by the punch bowl

you thought that maybe he hadn’t seen you and was looking for you and that girl was just one of his friends, but the universe must’ve have hated you that night because she definitely wasn’t a friend because he kissed her

so you wondered if he was really interested in you or if it was just some dumb prank

you left the dance early that night and walked home. you didn’t want your dad to pick you up or suguru, you didn’t want them to ask you a bunch of questions

when you got home you sat on the porch. there was a swinging chair on the front porch that you loved to sit and read on

swinging back and forth with your knee up to your chest, you hummed your favorite song, thinking about everything and anything, your mind racing

you didn’t even noticed someone had come out the house and sat by you

“y/n”

you flinched as looked beside you, “gosh satoru, you could’ve given me a heart attack”

he chuckled and shook his head, looking ahead

you both stared up at the dark sky, the moon illuminating your faces, the stars shining brightly in the cataclysmic sky

“why did you leave the dance” satoru spoke up

“i got bored and decided to leave”

“he stood you up didn’t he?”

you didn’t say anything, your eyes still glued to the stars

satoru took his eyes away from the sky and looked at you, “what’s his name”

“satoru..”

“what, i’m just asking” he shrugged

you knew what he was trying to do and what he was going to do

“it doesn’t matter anymore. he doesn’t matter”

you got up and grabbed your heels, “good night satoru”

“wait, y/n-“

he stood up, towering over you

you hadn’t even notice that satoru has been growing so tall all these years, and definitely getting hotter

you brought your eyes up to meet his, waiting for what he said to say

“yes, satoru?”

“do you wanna dance?”

“what..?”

“i said to do you wanna dance.. with me?”

you both danced on your porch that night. one of his hands around your waist and the other holding your hand. with your head rest on his chest and a hand on his shoulder, the other one in his hands

the next week at school you saw the guy that stood you up at the dance with stitches and a black eye. that day satoru and suguru got called into the principal office and got suspended

that was when you knew you liked satoru, but you also knew you couldn’t be with him and you knew he wouldn’t choose you

the other time was when you were 18 finished with high school and suguru and satoru were second years in college, both 20

you moved in with your brother into an apartment off campus

satoru would come around a lot and sleepover, you didn’t know why but when you asked him, all he said was “let’s just say home isn’t very warm and welcoming right now”

one evening in the spring you had came home from work, the gentle breeze of the wind blowing through the window of the living that was slightly cracked opened

you were tired and wanting to shower and hop straight in bed

you didn’t think anyone was home because it was very quiet so you put your things away in your room and grabbed your towel and loofa

making your way over to the bathroom, humming whatever song that was stuck in your head, you opened the bathroom door, not thinking anyone was in there because you thought the house was empty

you opened the door and your eyes widened in shock

there was satoru, drying his wet hair with a towel, naked

you shut the door quickly, mentally cussing yourself as you ran back to your room

“oh my god oh my god oh my god”

you plopped down onto your bed as covered your face

you could feel your face getting warm as the image of satoru naked flashes your mind repeatedly

“hey, i’m done with the shower”

satoru’s deep voice broke you out of your state as you flinched

he stood there leaning against the door with the towel handing lowly around his waist. his happy trail and v-line on display, little water droplets running down from his neck to his toned abs and into the crevice of the towel

you nodded and got up, making your way over to your door but you stopped as satoru till stood in the way

he rested his head against the door way, looking down at you, smirking

you forgot that satoru had gotten so much smug over the years, his ego way bigger now and his attitude completely different

he can be nice if he wanted to but most of the time he was a kinda of a dick, not seeming to care about anyone but himself

but for you, he was different, he treated you differently. he would tease you here and there and call you names or make fun of you but of the end of the day, he was never really disrespectful to you or treated you like how he treated others

“my eyes are up here shorty”

you looked up at him, slightly avoiding eye contact with him. you were definitely not looking at his abs or what was under that towel, you almost found out anyways. if satoru would’ve turned around, you definitely would’ve seen but his back was turned to you when you accidentally walked in on him

“why are you being all shy now?”

he knew why, but he wanted to tease and push your buttons.

“i’m not”

“then look at me”

you averted your eyes to meet his, fully making eye contact with him now. a small smirk formed on his lips as he looked you up and down

he got off the door frame and moved closer to you.

“you know if you wanted to see my dick you could’ve just asked”

“you’re disgusting satoru and plus it was an accident” you rolled your eyes at him and his inappropriate behavior

“im just saying princess. i wouldn’t mind showing you”

“why are you so nasty” you shook your head at him as he laughed

“come on, you know i’m just pushing your buttons. suguru would murder me”

“hopefully he does, your annoying ass”

“wow”, satoru brought a hand up to his heart “that one hurt princess, how could you”, he faked sniffled

rolling your eyes, you said “satoru im too tired right now, i gotta shower”

“aw but i wanna have more fun with you” he fake pouted a little

“go have fun with some other girl”

“are you suggesting i do or implying”

“whichever one, i could careless”

“you jealous?”

you scoffed and looked away, “as if”

satoru moved closer to you, bringing a hand under your shirt slightly to grab your waist. his other hand reached up to your face and cupped your jaw

“you know you don’t need to be jealous”

“i’m not”

“it’s okay if you are, i’m not going anywhere”

what did he even mean by that, you thought to yourself

you felt satoru’s thumb caressing the flesh on your waist

“satoru i already said im not jealous, quit trying to make it sound like i am”

you moved his hand from your face and walked past him into the hallway, making your way to the bathroom

“whatever you say sweetheart” satoru said after you

a few years later you would sometimes think about that day, thinking about what he said “im not going anywhere”

you thought hard about what he was talking about or maybe trying to say but it didn’t matter anyways. not like it meant anything

you were now 21 and gojo and suguru were 23

you still lived with suguru, and still in school. you wanted to become a nurse so you were currently in nursing school. suguru owned a tattoo business of his own and even had a girlfriend. satoru had taken over his family company, becoming the new ceo

you were laying on the couch of your shared apartment with your brother watching tv as suguru walked in through the front door

“hey i’m home” he said, placing some grocery bags on the kitchen counter

“what did you buy”

“some bread, milk and other necessities”

you sat up from the couch and rest your head on the back of the chair, looking over at suguru into the kitchen

“oh and satoru invited me over at his place later tonight to hang out with some friends if you wanna come”

your ears perked up as you brought your head up from the couch

“satoru..?”

“mhmm, satoru” suguru gave you a knowing look as he wiggled his eyebrows at you

“ew don’t look at me like that”

suguru laughed, “are you gonna come?”

“does he want me to?”

“y/n, why wouldn’t he?”

“i dunno”

“you know you wanna come. you get to see your little crush”

“ewww stop sugu. i don’t like him”, you turned your back to him and looked back at the tv

“yeah sureeee”

“shut up”

you hadn’t seen satoru in about 3 months. i guess he’s been busy with work and all. he’s texted a few times to check up on you and stuff but it was like once every 2 weeks for the past 3 months

you did kinda wanted to see him. as a matter of fact you wanted to see him very badly. you missed him and his stupid face

“so are you gonna come with me?” suguru asked

“i guess i could”

later that night you wore a mini baby blue dress that hugged your figure just right. showing all your curves and such. you thought you looked nice and hopefully satoru thinks so too tonight

when you and suguru arrived to satoru’s penthouse, he opened the door for yall

“what’s up suguru”, satoru greeted his friend as they did their little handshake

suguru entered the house as you stood there, looking at satoru

“princess”, satoru give you a little smirk

“satoru”

“it’s been a while” he said, his eyes roaming over your body

“yeah it has, i’ve missed you”

your eyes widened slightly to what you said, not registering you that that you’ve missed satoru

“i mean like- not like missed missed but you know.. like not seeing you around and-“

“i missed you too y/n” satoru cut you off

“o-oh” you laughed nervously, your face getting warm

“you’re getting all shy on me again princess”

“shut up”

your rolled your eyes at him, “why don’t you make-“

“hey love birds, stop standing there and come in” you both heard suguru’s voice from inside

satoru smirked at you as he stepped aside to let you in

later on more of suguru’s and satoru’s friends showed up for their little hang out. there was 3 girls including you and a bunch of other guys, including suguru and satoru

you were talking with two of the girls, the 3 of you all becoming friends right then and there.

“you’re crazy”you giggled at something a girl named shoko said

“well he had it coming” she shrugged

the night went all as everyone played some board games. you and satoru were on a team when you guys played charades. you would’ve won if satoru would’ve guess the right answer but he swore the right answer was whatever he was thinking

“satoru we could’ve won” you groaned at him

“well it’s not my fault”

“what do you mean it’s not, it is”

later on the party ended and everyone left. it was just you, suguru, and satoru now, watching tv

suguru got a text and spoke up “sorry i gotta leave guys, my girl wants me”

“are you okay staying here y/n?” suguru asked you as he stood up from the couch

“yeah i’m fine, tell her i said hi”

suguru hugged you and dabbed up satoru

“stay safe. no monkey business”, suguru said as he left, you rolled your eyes and turn your eyes towards the movie

it was just you and satoru now. he sat, manspreading with a hand resting behind your head on the couch, both of your knees brushing against each other ever now and then

“do you have any water?” you asked, looking over to satoru

“yeah, you thirsty?”

“yeah”

he got up and made his way to his kitchen, you followed him. when the both of you got to the kitchen, he grabbed a water bottle and handed it to you

“thanks” you give him a smile smile

“i missed that” satoru said, leaning against the kitchen island

“missed what?”

“that little smile of yours you would do. i missed seeing it”

you smiled more and took a sip of the water, you face heating up. “really?”

“yes really. i remember the first time i saw that smile. the summer before you went to 6th grade”

“oh yeah, that was definitely a time”

“remember those boys who were bullying you?” satoru chuckled, looking over at you

“unfortunately, i do”

“that guy definitely deserved that bloody nose”

“oh yeah i remember that too. thanks for that”

“no need to thank me, they were teasing you and nobody teases my girl except for me”

you blushed at the comment satoru made about you being his girl

“you know your dress you’re wearing right now reminds me of the blue one you wore that day”

“eww don’t remind me, i really thought it was cute”

“but it was cute, blue is my favorite color”

“well of course it is” you playfully rolled your eyes

“and your dress right now looks perfect on you” satoru leaned in closer to you

you give him a small smile and thanked him, putting the water bottle on the counter

satoru’s hands reached out and moved to your thighs, his fingers brushing against your skin as he ran a hand along the hem of your dress

“very pretty”

“thanks, i got it from one of my favorite stores..”, you say looking down at your dress

“im not talking about the dress y/n”

“what?”

you looked up at him to meet his gaze, he was so close to you now, you could feel his breath on your face

you, you’re..” he leans in more, “..pretty”

he finally closes the gap between you both, his lip grazing yours. “i’ve been wanting to kiss you so bad” he whispers against your lips

“what’s stopping you”

he smiles as his lips presses against yours, soft and warm lips taking yours in. both of his hands moves up to grab your waist, pulling you flush against him

your hands grab onto his biceps and hold him as your lips move against his. he opens his mouth slightly to taste more of you. the kiss starts to get more heated, satoru bites your lower lip and that earns a whimper from you, he takes that as a chance to push his tongue into your mouth. his tongue moving and sliding over yours, making wet sounds

his hands grip hips tightly, but firm enough to not hurt you

he tilts his head to the side to deepen the the kiss. his hands to the hem of your dress, his hand slides under dress, grabbing your ass and squeezing it

you moaned against his lips, your panties getting damped even more.

“you don’t know what you do to me” satoru says into the kiss, his fingers toying with your panties, teasing to take it off

he pulled his hands from under your dress and picks you up. you wrap legs around his waist as he walks to his room, lips still on yours, kissing you more sloppily now

he lays you down on the bed and pulls out of the kiss. when he stands up he wastes no time taking his clothes off, he’s now only in his boxers, his harden cock very visible now. you could practically see the veins outlining the outside of his boxers

your mouth hangs open slightly, taking in satoru as he stood there. he was truly built like a greek god

“are you done?”, satoru spoke up, breaking you out of your trance of your practically thirsting over him

“not really, i’m still enjoying it”

he chuckled and climbed back over you. he reached up behind you to unzip your dress, his finger tips grazing the exposed skin on your back. he finally unzips and gently slides it off you, leaving you in only panties

“no bra?” satoru eyes looks over your body, taking in you like hes been starving for days and you are the only one to full to him up

“why not” you shrugged

“fuck baby, you’re killing me” satoru groans dramatically, his lips finding yours again in a heated and sloppy kiss

as his lips worked on yours, one of his hands slides down to your clothed pussy as he pressed his thumb to your clit

whimpering into the kiss you buck your hips, searching for more friction from his finger

“relax, i’ll give you what you want princess” satoru says, pulling out of the kiss. he moved down to your heat, right where you needed him

“so wet for me and all for me” satoru whispers against your pussy. the feeling of his warm breath against you is enough to make you want to squeeze your thighs together

he uses his middle finger to pull your panties to one side and flicks his tongue against your clit

“fuck~” you threw your head back in pleasure. satoru rips your panties off without hesitation and threw them to the side, while looking at you the whole time

he waste no time in tasting you, his tongue gliding through your wet and puffy folds, tasting your juices

he lets out a deep hum in satisfaction, “been wanting to taste you for so long”

he goes all in, attaching his mouth to your clit and sucking on it harshly. it was like he’s been dying to taste you and now that he’s finally gotten a taste, he can’t get enough of it

when he moves from your clit, he start fucking your pussy with his tongue. his hands on your thighs holding you in place firmly as his tongue fucks you

“oh fuck toru~” you moaned his name, your hand moving to his hair to grip it for some sort of support

satoru got even harder from the nickname you just called him

“say it again princess” he muffled into your pussy

“toru~”

he stops tongue fucking you and spits on your pussy and then again, his spit and your juices mixing together. he watches it drip down between your folds, the sight being mesmerizing to him

he uses his middles finger and teased your entrance with it

“stop teasing toru-” your pleas was cut short as satoru slips his finger inside you, you let out a gasp but it quickly turns into a moan when satoru starts fingering you

he’s moving his fingers at a slow and steady pace, he wanted to take his own time with you. he liked the way your warm pussy clenched around his finger, he couldn’t wait to see how it’ll feel when your pussy was wrapped his dick, with your walls squeezing him and sucking him in

“do you like that?” satoru asked, his finger speeding up

“y-yeah, feels so good”

he adds another finger, his mouth moving back to your clit to suck on while his fingers worked fast inside you

“gonna cum toru~”

he hums in response to you, his mouth latched onto you, not wanting to let go until he tastes your sweet juices

a few strokes from his fingers later and you’re moaning and coming onto his finger, hands grabbing and pulling at his hairs as you bring his face flush against your pussy

satoru continues to finger you as you’re coming and when you’re done, he pulls out his fingers to lick up all your juices

“so fucking sweet”

then he’s kissing you, making you taste yourself on his lips, his tongue sliding into your mouth

you reach down and palm him through his boxers, feeling how hard he was, you felt him twitch underneath your touch

“mm baby~” he moaned into the kiss, his hand rubbing up and down your thighs

“wanna feel you toru~”

he pushes you down onto the bed gently and gets rids of his boxers. he grabs your thighs and pulls you towards him more. his dick resting against your lower stomach

“are you ready?” he asked, rubbing his tip against your entrance, covering his head in your juices

“mhm”

“use your words, tell me how badly you want it princess”

“satoru stop playing with me”

“well i guess i won’t give you what you want then”

“w-wait toru-“

you moan loudly when satoru pushes his dick inside of you, his tip already hitting your g-spot on impact

“you were saying?” he said with a smug expression on his face

your eyes roll to the back of your head as satoru begins moving his hips, thrusting into your pussy

“mm toru~”

“you don’t know.. fuck.. how long i’ve wanting you feel you wrapped around me. it’s like you were always teasing me in those short little things you would wear~”

“ngh toru, go faster~”

“beg me for it”

“p-please”

“huh? can’t hear you”

“fuck satoru, please. please fuck me”

that’s all satoru needed as his hands tightened on your thighs, pushing your legs forward, to gain more access to your pussy so he can push his dick deeper inside you

his thrust speed up, going deeper than ever. you could feel him in your womb. he watched the outline of his dick moving inside you, the sight making him want to cum right there on the spot

“it’s so d-deep toru~”

“i know baby. but you’re doing so well, taking me so good”

he lets go of your thighs and leans down to kiss you, swallowing your moans and whimpers

“s-so fucking good. just like that” he says between kisses

satoru pulls out of the kiss and looks down at you, you bring your hands up to his face to caress his face

“i love you y/n”

“d-do you mean it?”

“i’ve never been so sure. i love you so much y/n, you don’t know. since i meant you, my heart has only beat for one person, you”

you felt tears well up in your eyes, “i love you too satoru, im happy you feel the same, i love you so much”, you caressed his cheek

he leans down and kisses you, licking your bottom lip, asking for entrance into your mouth

he starts to thrust into you again, bullying his dick in into your pussy

“ngh, gonna come toru~”

“come for me baby, wanna feel you”

he’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he fucks his dick into you

a few thrusts later and you’re releasing all over his dick

“toru~”

“fuck baby”, his rhythm gets sloppier, hips stuttering into yours as he releases into you. spewing affirmations into your ear

he fucks his cum into you, kissing your jaw and your neck. you hold him tightly against your chest, legs wrapped around him

when he’s done shooting his load into you, he relaxes into your arms, nestling against you

“i love you y/n” satoru muffled into your chest

“i love you too toru”

you could hear soft snores coming satoru as you combed your finger through his hair, smiling to yourself

i guess it was a blessing after all to have satoru gojo around

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stinkysam · 1 year ago

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Buggy the Clown - So no head ?

Warning : nsfw, mouth fucking

Genre : smut

Synopsis : "One thought that won't get out of my head about Buggy, in the scene where he keeps annoying everyone/scaring Usopp while he's making explosives, what if the reader decides to "give the guys a break from the annoying clown" by going on a walk with him, but really it's just an excuse to get some time alone with Buggy and uhh get some head, pun intended ;) Bonus points if reader promises to return the favor once Buggy gets his body back." -anon

Reader : male (he/you)

A/N : Part TWO

-cis women dni-

Today had been a tough day for the clown. Spending most of it in a sandy bag or with unfriendly captors.

"Hey ! Morning champ !" Buggy laughed as Zoro arrived.

"I know Luffy made a deal with you to find Arlong, clown, but if this is another one of your tricks-" Zoro warned.

"What are you gonna do ? Bleed on me ?" The clown said, laughing again before Zoro grabbed him by his bandana to hold him above the sea, ready to throw him out.

"Whoa, whoa, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa ! What ! Because I said bleed on me ? You can bleed on me if you want ! I mean, a deal's a deal, all right ? You want your map back, I want my bodyyy." He quickly spat, laughing once more.

"How do we know you're not leading us to a trap ?"

"Zoro, buddy, honors amongst pirates, right ? C'mon I can sing a nice sea shanty to pass the time ! Ooh there once was a girl with tangerine hair," unbothered Zoro moved back toward the barrel. "Stole my map and left me stranded somewhere, truly a crafty and crooked young lass," Usopp opened it for Zoro to put him inside. "But you can't deny she had a spectacular- Aw ! Right on my nose !" He yelled as he fell inside the barrel before Zoro closed it.

If only it had stopped there. But soon he was put back in the dark and humid sandy bag. Ew. Really ? Couldn't you or someone on the crew dry it a bit ? He's not asking for cushions and blankets, you could at least put him somewhere not sandy. No ? Ugh. Boor.

Then, later, his abuse, as he would call it, continued.

He watched as Usopp worked on his explosives, hands shaking as focused to not spill anything.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, BOOM !!" The clown yelled, laughing as Usopp jumped, along with everyone in the room.

"Yeah I'm gonna get some air." Nojiko announced as you watched her leave.

"Can you just… be quiet ?" Asked Usopp, hoping to get some peace. He was clearly stressing out of his mind.

"Aw, come on. Where's the fun in that ?" The clown teased, enjoying himself as Usopp's hands shook more. "Do you really think your little toys can get through the skin of a fishman ?" He asked quietly, his eyes never leaving him.

"These are smoke bombs."

"Smoke ? That's rich… Makes me think of how long it's been since I've had any smoked fish." He gulped, imagining the taste in his mouth. God, he was so hungry.

"Maybe if you guys had some extra ?" He looked at Sanji. "Please ?"

You watched them, waiting for any of them to get him something but none moved.

"Ah, screw you guys ! Arlong's gonna bite the shit out of you anyway ! You know you don't stand a chance against him and his army. And you dumb pieces of garbage, you ain't gonna do anything against that stupid- mmhf mh" before he could continue Sanji had pushed a full tangerine in the clown's mouth, shutting him up efficiently.

"New guy shuts up the clown head."

Buggy tried to cough it out, to say something but couldn't, struggling with the fruit in his mouth.

"Okay, enough." You said, getting up from the table and pulling the tangerine out of Buggy's mouth, ignoring Sanji's and Usopp surprised stare.

"Puh ! Thanks handsome." He said with a wink, clicking his tongue after stretching his jaw.

"Let me take care of him. You're coming with me."

"I'm gonna eat ?" Buggy said with wide excited eyes before squinting them at you.

"Kinda."

"What are you planning ? What's your deal." He asked, suspicious. All of the strawhats avoided him, already annoyed by him before even having said something, even the new guy couldn't stand him anymore and suddenly one of them was down to keep him ?

Smells like bullshit to Buggy.

"Yeah, [Name]. What's up ?" Usopp asked, no longer focused on his explosives.

"You guys are clearly on your toes around him for whatever reasons so I'll keep him, I don't care."

"Whatever reason ?" Repeated Sanji.

"Why ? [Name]." Usopp asked, confused.

You shrugged.

"I like him. He's fun."

"You hear that boys ? I'm fun ! Clearly a taste you lack."

"He's fun ?" Repeated Usopp, frowning. Really, he wasn't getting it.

Buggy smiled and laughed loudly as Zoro walked back inside with Luffy.

"What's going on ? Why is it laughing like that ?" Zoro asked.

"It ?" Buggy said, immediately stopping laughing.

"[Name] wants to keep the head." Usopp immediately answered, speaking over the clown.

"[Name] said he likes him." Sanji added, making you scoff. These two…

"Look at him, he's all cute." You said, grabbing his head to rub your cheek against his. You and Buggy smiled together awkwardly with your teeth showing, wide eyed, as if you were trying to smile for the first time ever. Was that your way of trying to be convincing ?

Zoro and Sanji raised an eyebrow while Luffy and Usopp tilted their heads to the side.

"C'mon, guys, he has nobody, no body and stayed in a sandy bag, I would've been bored out of my mind as well. And pissy as fuck."

"He gets me !" Buggy said. A little bit more and there'd be fake tears as well. "And I'm not pissy ! I'm angry and hungry, I haven't eaten in-"

"Can't believe you're taking his side." Zoro simply said, ignoring him, crossing his arms.

"Well, call me too empathetic because I'm gonna care for the sad clown."

"Don't ignore me ! And I'm not a sad clown ! But I'm about to be ! Do you know the last time I ate something ?!"

Zoro hummed while looking at you, still ignoring him, he clearly wanted to say something more but deciding against it. He rolled his eyes and walked away. If you wanted hell then, who was he to stop you from getting it.

"Hey ! Stop ignoring me !"

You turned to face Buggy's head, he had a toothy smile, clearly forced and awkward.

"Don't overdo it or you go back in the sand bag."

"Ugh." Buggy grumbled, his smile falling, rolling his eyes. "Fine. Where are we going ?" He asked as you carefully held him up.

"Outside."

"Ah ?"

"I'm going to teach you how to be quiet." You said with a grin, ignoring your friends' confused stare. What did you mean by that ?

Buggy raised an eyebrow before a smirk invited itself on his face.

"Oh yeah ? And how are you gonna do that ?" He said as you exited the house.

You walked a bit, not too far from the house in case they still needed you but enough to be out of earshot and stopped. You sat down and placed Buggy next to you as you grabbed a tangerine.

He watched you, staring intently as you peeled it. Getting rid of the small white strings on it and opening it in small pieces.

"Here." You said pushing one piece against his lips, waiting for him to open his mouth. "This isn't smoked fish but that'll feed y-" you didn't have the time to finish your sentence that he was already eating it up.

"Don't care !" He said in between bites.

Buggy sighed as you made him eat the fruit, finally putting something in his belly after a couple days of not eating. It wasn't much but at least it was something.

"Hey, that's mine !" He yelled as you took a bite, the fresh juice flooding your mouth.

"My hands feed who they want. And right now, they wants to feed me."

"Oh come on ! I've been good ! Sweetheart !?"

"Okay, okay. You've been good." You said, patting his head as he tried to move it away.

You pushed the piece of tangerine back against his lips and he wasted no time eating it. Fearing you would take it away.

"I just wanted a taste, I'm not gonna steal it from you." You said with a small laugh.

"Coming from the person who stole my map, that's rich."

"Your map ?" You looked at him, amused at how he still called it his when it never was to begin with. But before he could retort, you pushed another piece of tangerine in his mouth. He glared at you, debating whether he should try to bite you or not.

"Why are you feeding me anyway ? Not that I'm complaining." He watched you eat another bit of the fruit, sucking the juice in before chewing it.

"Told you. I like you." You said nonchalantly as you poked his forehead. One of his eyes twitched.

"Like me, huh ?" He couldn't believe you.

"Yeah you're cute." You continued, without hesitation as you smiled at him. He stared at you and for a second he was glad his body wasn't there or he would've fallen into pieces at your comment. He tried to regain his composure, clearing his throat and looking away while you still stared at him.

"I don't know if I would call myself cute bu-"

"Why wouldn't you ?"

Your question caught him off guard as he looked up at you. The answer seemed obvious though. His nose. Big round red nose right in the middle of his face. Hello ?

But he wouldn't tell you that. He's not gonna open up to you -or anyone- in the middle of no-fucking-where.

You grabbed his head so you would be face to face and tilted your head.

"Why wouldn't you be cute ?" You repeated. You had to be fucking with him. He chewed the inside of his cheeks, unsure of what to say or do. If he was more than a head he'd push you away but right now he couldn't do that. Only able to stare at you and be glad his heart is too far away for you to hear it beat loudly.

"You seemed upset when Luffy tried to touch your nose, is it about that ?" You finally asked and he looked at you with wide eyes. You better be careful with your words becau-

"I think it's a really cute nose." You said with a grin. "I like red."

That's… not what he had expected. Usually people laugh or grimace at his nose, they don't look at it as if it's… a good thing ? He blinks several time. He wants to retort something mean but nothing comes to mind.

"Can you put me down ?" He asks instead. You hum and do as asked, placing him back next to you.

You continued to give him the tangerine, taking a bite every now and then.

"Aahh" He opened his mouth, waiting for you to give him the last bit. You gave it to him and he thanked you while chewing it, glancing your way awkwardly. Shit, now he didn't know what to say.

"I'm not gonna give you head."

"What ?" You laughed, unable to believe you heard him right.

"Just because you fed me and complimented me doesn't mean you'll get to fuck me."

"Aw, bummer, I was looking to it." You said, still smiling.

"Well. You won't. Plus I'm just a head, so…"

"Buggy. Head." You said staring at him, hoping he'd get it.

"Yeah ? And ?"

"You're exactly what's required to give head. A head. Literally." You said and he stared at you.

"I'm still not gonna give it to you !"

"I wasn't asking ! I was just saying !"

"Aah !" He yelled, frustrated with the conversation and you laughed. "Let's stop talking about it !"

You nodded and stayed silent, your lips still curved into a smile. A minute or two passes before he talks again.

If he had a body, he'd be tapping his feet and pacing.

"Fuck now I can't stop thinking about it." He grumbled.

"Yeah me neither." You stared at each other unsure of what to do.

"Well, you have the dick, I don't, so… get on with it !"

You quickly got up and grabbed the head, pressing it between your legs.

He rubbed his face against your groin, using his nose to nudge against your growing hard on. He generally would've hated to use his nose like this, but he had no other choice, his hands being so far away and unable to touch you any other way. Your humming encouraged him to continue, wanting to hear more of your noises. Feeling your dick twitch inside your clothes against his skin.

You quickly pushed your shorts and your underwear to your feet and Buggy gulped as he breathed loudly at the sight of your dick standing up right in front of him. He looked at you for a second, a flash of uncertainty crossing his features. He was only just a head, after all. Wouldn't he need his hands to please you as well ?

"You're gonna do great, Bugs." You reassured him. "All I need is your mouth right now. And you clearly know how to run it."

He nodded and you smiled, caressing his face before pushing your thumb in his mouth. When you pulled it out, you let your thumb rub against his lipstick, smearing his make up more than it already was.

"C'mon, just get to it already !" He barked, making you snort.

You grabbed his head, pushing the tip of your cock inside his mouth, past his teeth. Feeling the wet and warm walls of his cheek against your sensitive skin.

His eyes never left yours as you slowly moved him up and down your length.

Your whole dick was inside him, tickling the back of his throat for a few seconds, resting there. You could tell he was trying not to choke with how his eyes shone with tears. His round nose was pushed against your pelvis.

"Good boy…" You cooed, voice slightly shaky. "Takin' all of me."

You pulled out and he let out a big huff, exhaling loudly with his tongue out. You wasted no time and pushed it back in with your cock. Making him hum in surprise.

"Ahh…" You let out, closing your eyes as your head hung back. You began to move Buggy's head faster, your hips rocking against his face with his chin pressing against your balls.

You could hear him choke on your dick, trying to breathe or to cough, or both at the same time. But you didn't stop, only to let him breathe from time to time.

Heavy strings of saliva connected the inside of his mouth to your dick as you pulled out, letting him inhale before pushing yourself back in. Making him choke loudly.

"Not- not too loud, or you'll get us caught. Is that what you want, Bugs ?" You breathed out and his eyes widened. The idea of possibly being caught lit something in him. Both wanting and dreading for this to happen.

You could hear the rest of the crew talk loudly and laugh inside the house, blissfully unaware you were fucking the head.

One noise too loud and they would know. Curiously looking outside for the source of it as he gags and chokes on you.

God, he didn't want you to stop, he wanted you to continue and use him as you please. Which you did, fucking his face roughly, smearing some of his make up onto your own skin.

You kept using his mouth as you moaned quietly, you could feel the flat of his tongue move against your cock, rubbing along the veins.

You slowed down despite wanting to go even faster, not wanting to cum just yet. Wanting the pleasure to last a little bit longer.

You allowed Buggy to regain some of his composure, breathing loudly as if he had been drowning. He coughed and cleared his throat loudly while you sighed.

"Fuck, love, you really don't play a-" You didn't give him the time to finish his sentence, pushing back his face against your dick for him to lick. Which he did.

You moved his head slightly to help him lick all of it, from your balls to your leaking tip before pushing yourself back inside his mouth, all the way in. This time he didn't gag.

While one hand remained behind his head to keep him in place, the other gently caressed him under his red and white bandana. You started to move when he tried to swallow around your dick, squeezing it deliciously in his warm embrace.

You found back your old pace rather quickly, fucking his mouth and his throat carelessly while he tried to suck more of it.

You came in his mouth, hot semen shooting down his throat as he choked trying to swallow it without biting your cock off. You remained still for a few seconds, his face pressed against you as you caught back your breath before pulling him out.

He coughed, spitting on himself a little bit as he regained his breath. He looked at you with tears in his eyes from choking so much, trying to blink them away. You helped him, gently and carefully wiping his eyes, grimacing as you smudged some of his make up.

"Oops."

"What ? What is it ?"

"Nothin'"

He huffed and you brought his head to your face, pecking his cheek delicately.

"I'll repay you, I promise." You said, pulling your shorts back on.

"You better ! I'm left all hot and fucking bothered here !"

In Arlong Park, some of the fishmen laughed at the sight of Buggy's body. Not because they found it particularly funny. Although it was. But because they noticed the tent in the clown's pants with wet stain as his hands struggled in their restraints, clearly wanting to do something about it but unable to.

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King Of My Heart (Body And Soul)~ R. Lupin.

Chapter 2 - Expectations

Ootp! Remus Lupin x Sirius's sister!Reader

Synopsis: When James and Lily died, and your brother was sent to Azkaban, Remus was the only person you have left. Until he left too. What happens when he returns after the events of Sirius's escape, only to find out you have a son? A son that's his.

WC: 1.4k

Warnings: lots of italics, probably grammatical mistakes, might be ooc idk, child (?), fem reader, italics are flashbacks ( idk), love (ew), Sirius is back, [ look at series masterlist for all content warnings]

A/n: This is more of the backstory and how they came to be, along with lots of awkwardness from both ends, I promise there's more remus in the next chapter <3 oh and reunion with Sirius and thanks to @lixzey for making me wanna push the awkwardness~ :) If you enjoyed this please reblog and comment :)

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You and Remus were in love, you had been in love for 6 years.

Everyone knew you'd be endgame, and your brother hated it, to an extent.

Sirius loved that his little sister was happy, that she had joy in her life after the roughness of their family life. But he was scared, scared because he knew how much Remus would push people away, push himself away.

He didn’t want you hurt. But you were.

You found out in October, two weeks before Halloween.

You had been talking with Lily through letters back and forth, discussing your recent morning nausea and sickness.

She had asked when was the last time you and Remus had slept together, strange you considered that question, you replied a week ago at most.

Her letter came back with the words "you might be pregnant, dear...why don't you take this potion i sent along?"

And along with it there was a potion in a small vial with a piece of parchment guiding you through the process.

All you had to do was drink half of the potion and wait for the other half to shift hues.

And sure enough, the once rust coloured potion soon turned blue, signalling your current state.

You were carrying Remus's child, a child you hadn't talked about, a child you were sure you weren't ready for.

It was now hallows eve, the day you thought you had worked up the courage to tell Remus.

Children around town had just finished trick or treating and your husband was bringing back the basket with remaining candy.

He came into the bedroom with you and went straight to the shower, promising to return in a bit.

Your eyes heavy with sleep, you sit down on the edge of the bed, waiting for Remus to come out of the bathroom.

He sees them on your trousers before in your eyes, your tears. His brows furrowed in concern and pity as he looked at your face, eyes dull with sorrow and fear, so uncharacteristic of your usual glimmer and joy.

"What's the matter, dove?" He asks, voice slightly hoarse from the drowsiness in the back of his mind.

You don't answer, only look at him like you're out of words. You're thinking, thinking what a little Remus would look like, how they’d have the same nose, probably his same freckles dusting their face, and the same sandy locks of hair with deep roots.

You wonder if he'd want this, a kid, if this could be the one thing Remus would give up the world for.

"Come here, darling" he says and takes your body into his, nuzzling your face in the warmth of his polyester sweater. He understands, he always does.

That's how you sleep that night, unaware of the chaos that was soon to follow.

Remus rushed out of bed the moment the potter's deer patronus knocked on the window.

The white buck stopped at the foot of his bed and let out a call of help, soon disintegrating to mist after.

That night Remus lost three friends, you lost a brother to azkaban and you lost Remus.

He left the morning after. With your heart shattered to pieces, you let him go.

Your mind screamed at you to tell him. Tell him and maybe he'd stay. Tell him and maybe he'd reconsider. But your heart, ever the kind one, ever the selfless one, let him go. In hopes that one day you'd see him again.

Remus was half expecting you to slam the door in his face. To make a face of absolute disgust and just lock him out. But of course the other half of him was longing to hold you, see you after so long. So it came as a welcome surprise when you widened the door and let him inside.

"Uhm...come in, please, we were expecting you" You said, trying not to let your voice waver.

Remus felt so awkward. His hands were clammy, his posture was stiff and his jaw was clenched. He felt like he couldn't move, no more than if he had been hit with the petrificus curse.

You weren't in a much better predicament yourself. You could feel your eyes pricking with tears at the mere sight of him. The same man who left you. The man you let go. The man you still loved.

As he made his way inside the house you let your eyes roam across his figure. His hands were littered in large scars, far bigger than those you'd seen before. His face was shrunken, eyes hollower than you remembered. His smile lines were far more prominent now and his sandy brown hair had a few streaks of grey littered throughout.

"Where is the rest of the order? Where's sirius?" Why did you leave? Why are you back? How are you? You had so many questions but the rest were best kept to yourself.

"They're on the way, I was just...early" I wanted to see you.

Remus hated himself for leaving you. He wanted to tell you that. He regretted each night, even more so on full moons. After leaving the realisation of what he had done dawned on him, it was already too late.

Alas, by the time he had worked up the courage to talk, You were already making your way across the hall to embrace your brother who had just arrived.

When did he get there? How consumed in his thoughts was Remus?

You greeted Sirius with a hug and a look-over of his whole figure. His posture was shrunken, eyes even hollower than Remus's and instead of his signature smirk, only a ghost of a smile was left on his face.

A feeling of guilt consumed you. Your brother was back after azkaban. Innocent. And your mind was all consumed by Remus.

You ushered the rest of the order inside and told Regulus to pack up his things and clear out the living room. The confused and curious glances you got from everyone did little to ease your nerves.

Sirius pulled you aside. You prepared yourself for the conversation you knew was to follow.

“Who’s that?”

It was a valid question, Sirius was well aware that Remus had left that night. After their teary reunion, the werewolf had gotten an earful from the oldest Black. He was shocked and thought that you had found someone new, unlike Remus, Sirius was quick to notice the similarities between the small boy and you. He deduced that he was your son.

“Uhm- He’s my son.”

You were staring at your feet, and your hands were fidgety.

There was a long pause. The silence was so loud you could hear the clock ticking.

“I…I have a nephew?” His words came out uncertain. Cautious and slow.

With a hum you replied “His name is Regulus. Regulus Jace.” You left out the last name. Legally he was a lupin. And so were you. But it wasn’t that hard to conceal that at hogwarts.

At the mention of his little brother, Sirius seemed to grimace. But he put a smile on.

“You named him after Reggie?-” He asked. And continued as you opened your mouth to answer.

“Who’s..who’s the father?” He didn’t want to assume the worst. He was happy, truely he was. After that “bastard” (as he put it) left you it was only fair. No matter how much he ached to see the two of you together again.

“It is Remus.” You replied, vulnerability lacing your voice.

His face seemed to light up, eyes widening, both in shock and delight. Before he would alert the whole house, however, you let him know one more thing.

“He doesn’t know. Neither of them do. I haven’t told them.”

Your chest felt heavy, and your throat seemed to close up. It was hard for you to talk about. Despite being married you and Remus had never talked about kids, let alone with your friends. The feelings of contempt and guilt surrounded you.

Next thing you know, Sirius is pulling you in for a hug, securely wrapping his arms around you and trying to soothe your worries. His right hand wraps around your back as his left brushes against your hair in a calming manner.

It all comes crashing down. The weight of the lies, the guilt, the fear, the hatred. You cannot hold back the tears that rush down your face. A sob rakes though your body. You feel so much, everything, all at once, joy, relief, contempt, familiarity of an embrace.

But most of all...love. Love you haven’t felt in fourteen years.

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your-unfriendlyghost · 2 months ago

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Do you have Stevie hcs

Yup

tons

it’s a problem

How they met:

-Steve has always thought Evie’s pretty, but in a hallway crush way- he never really met her until the incident at the police station, when they’re both sixteen (Stevie police station meetcute is @dallasgallant’s fantastic idea lol and I love it sm)

-Evie was also vaguely aware of Steve before that, but she just knew him as Darry Curtis’s little brother’s angry boyfriend sidekick

-I talked about/drew it in this post, but in more detail, I think the police station incident went like this:

-Evie’s mom dates a lot of not so great guys. Usually they leave Evie alone, but they’re pretty abusive towards her mom. On the day of the police station incident, one of them slapped her mom in the face. So Evie punched him so hard his nose broke.

-And then he called the cops on her. So she got hauled into the police station.

-That’s where she met Steve, who was at the station because he got caught for a bit of petty theft

-Steve hears her arguing with the cops while he’s waiting for Soda to come pick him up, and when she comes out of the office and sits across from him to wait for her Mom to get her, he says something like “You know, your crime was pretty tuff.” And then he cringes because that’s a ridiculous thing to say to someone, especially a really gorgeous girl

-But Evie, who’s had a hard day, actually really needed to hear that. She was standing up for her mom, and her mom didn’t even thank her, and now the cops just yelled at her and honestly scared her for it. She’s actually started second guessing herself- like is she crazy? Should she have hit the guy? Is she in the wrong here?? So it means the world to have Steve tell her he thinks her actions were justified

-She thanks him, because she’s legit close to tears at this point she’s so frazzled

-Steve elaborates on how badass he thinks she is. He rambles about it more than he otherwise would because he genuinely thinks she’s awesome for that, but he also isn’t used to complimenting anyone (especially not pretty girls), so he thinks he’s coming off as so uncool

-But Evie needs that, actually. So when Soda comes to pick Steve up, Evie makes sure she takes note of his name/who he is, and she starts purposefully showing up at the DX to “accidentally run into him”

General relationship h/cs

-All of Evie’s friends think Steve sucks, which is okay because Evie thinks their boyfriends suck too

-Like when she tells Sylvia, who I hc as her best friend, about Steve, Sylvia’s like “Ew, really?! C’mom, him? The one with the teeth? That guy’s such an asshole, I don’t think he’s ever said anything nice in his life.” Slyvia mainly knows Steve as an annoying friend of Dally’s, who has the same temper and poor attitude but none of the cool rebel allure. (Part of this disdain is that Sylvia just doesn’t find Steve attractive, like at all, so in her head he’s just a worse person)

-And Evie’s like “You can’t say that, you’re dating Dallas Winston.” (Evie thinks Dally is both unattractive and horrible to be around)

-Steve’s friends all love Evie though

-Soda thinks she’s so cool- he’d be jealous (of both of them) if he didn’t have Sandy (for now 😭)

-Evie is the only person Steve feels comfortable showing his deeper feelings. She’s pretty open about her own, so Steve can let himself be more sensitive around her without feeling like a total sissy. I mean, he’s open around Soda too, but honestly less. He still kinda wants Soda to think he’s cool, yk? Evie though is so open about how cool she thinks he is that he can let his guard down easier. (I mean, due to traditional gender norms, especially in the 60s, it’s easier for Evie to be open than it is for Soda or Steve I think)

-They’re both pretty physical- Evie may not wrestle people or affectionately punch them, but she likes physical touch too. Just with her it’s usually like. Less aggressive. She does get a little more aggressive with Steve though to kinda match his energy (translation- they both like PDA a lot)

-Evie’s tried arm wrestling Steve a handful of times- she hasn’t won yet

-But she has carried him before lol- he’d never admit it, but he loves it (He doesn’t need to admit it tho, she can tell)

-Evie’s good with reading people, but especially Steve. She can see right through his bravado and the more preformative aspects of his personality- like how he’s always wearing sleeveless things, obsessively checking his hair, the way he’s always gotta have attention or he’ll just die- and she thinks it’s honestly so cute. Like, he’s not just a cool tough hood, he’s also a dumb teen boy. And she finds that really endearing

-Steve finds her brain really attractive, but also very much her looks. That sounds shallow- hear me out. My version of Evie doesn’t see always see herself as conventionally good-looking- she’s a mixed race girl in a very white part of town, raised by a white mother who doesn’t know how raise a non-white kid, in the 19-fucking-60s. She’s tall, and not the most thin- she’s used to feeling too big, too dark, too much, from how she looks to how she acts to how she is. So having Steve see all that- all her emotions, all her anger, her height, her hair, her everything- and yet see her as the hottest chick in Tulsa and also probably the whole world matters so much to her. She’s never felt like she fits into the proper mold of good wholesome femininity and it kills her, so the fact that Steve sees her as the epitome of The Perfect Girl makes her feel so much better about herself. (I know this attitude probably sounds kind of dated, but uh. Again, it’s the 60s. So.)

-Similarly, Steve’s not always the most confident in his looks even if he acts like he is. Being best buddies with a universally beloved guy like Soda occasionally does make him feel like he’s ugly by comparison. Especially with his teeth and height and the fact that he’s less lean and slender than Soda- Steve’s shorter and hasn’t lost his baby fat and it feels lousy. (Little bit of Steve angst- I h/c that girls have gone out with him in the past just to get closer to Soda. It seriously fucked with his head, because he was so jealous and angry with Soda, but also loves and adores Soda, and it’s not Soda’s fault that he’s good looking and Steve isn’t… ) (Steve is still perfectly alright looking, even if Soda’s more conventionally attractive- but he’s also less friendly/charismatic than Soda) Anyway, having Evie go for him over Soda feels like a big deal- It’s happened before of course, but never with a girl he liked as much as he likes Evie

-Steve used to like reading, but he slowly stopped over time because he’s a JD and books are for sensitive babies like Ponyboy. But when Evie recommends books to him, he reads them and talks to her about them. He wants to understand her and all the things she loves

-In turn, Evie talks to him about cars- she likes cars too, but admittedly not as much as Steve does. Still, she’ll go with him to every motor show and often helps him out at the DX. She used to help her dad work on cars back when he was alive, and so she knows about as much about them as Steve does anyhow

-In springtime, Steve steals flowers from his neighbors’ yards and leaves them in Evie’s locker at school

-One time Ponyboy and Two-Bit catch him with the flowers, and they both make fun of him so hard for “going soft”

-Legit though, for Evie, he is completely soft. She could stab him if she wanted and he’d thank her (she would never do that but you get the idea)

-One time she convinced him to let her do his eyeliner. He thought it was ridiculous, but only protested a little- plus, it meant getting to stare into her eyes and admire her face for the whole time she was drawing it on, and he can’t complain about that

-When they first started dating, Steve was real insecure because he’s 5’7 and Evie’s 5' 7.5- and in the go go boots she always wears, she’s 5’9. And Dally would often make fun of him for being shorter than his girl which just made things worse. Deep down he was also kind of…physically into their slight height difference, which confused him so much. Over time though he got over the discomfort- besides, he might be shorter than her, but he’s still bigger/stronger than her so it doesn’t hurt his masculinity too much anymore

-Steve realizes he loves her when he gets sent to the cooler for lifting hubcaps. As he’s being handcuffed, Evie starts to cry- both at being disappointed in him, and from being scared for him. And for the first time since he was a little innocent happy kid, Steve reconsiders whether he wants to be a hood. Because if it makes Evie this upset…is it really worth it? And that freaks him out, because the only other person he’s ever cared that much about not disappointing is Soda

-Evie has loved him a little bit ever since they first met and he understood her when no one else did- but she falls in love with him when she’s had a fight with her mom and Steve comes over. He had been at some thrilling drag race with Soda, but he dropped everything to make sure she was okay as soon as he heard. Once he’s there, he listens to her talk, takes her seriously, and she’s never felt so understood and seen. And she knows then that she’s found someone who gets her in a way no one else does

-Evie steals Steve’s sweatshirts and jackets and occasionally even his jeans. In return, Steve wears her (more androgynous looking) jewelry- like her rings and chains and whatever. She almost convinced him to let her pierce his ears so that he could steal her earrings too- he chickened out at the last minute, less because of the pain and more because he didn’t wanna be seen as girly or gay (even though he is for Soda). Maybe someday when Steve’s older and more secure in his masculinity he’ll let her do it though

-Privately, Steve has already planned out how he’s gonna propose to her. He doubts he’ll go through with it until after Evie’s finished college, but he knows he wants to marry her someday

#the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #steve randle #the outsiders steve #the outsiders evie #steve x evie #the outsiders headcanons #headcanon #implied future steviepop but it’s so minor I won’t tag it ig #rambling #ask

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kjscottwrites · 2 years ago

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If you know of any books that feature these, put them in the tags!! I want to know about them!

or click here to read about my very weird little fantasy wip if that strikes your fancy <3

#writeblr #bookblr #poll #polls #writers on tumblr #readers on tumblr #fantasy #fantast novels #tropes #themes #characterization

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jjasen · 2 years ago

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more than the world itself

summary: just a collection of my personal rafe headcannons about his childhood ❀

warnings: Ward Cameron (ew); this is about Rafe’s childhood trauma, especially concerning his father and his mother’s death so please read with care!

word count: 2.2k

a/n: I envision Rafe’s mom to be half French, half Portuguese fyi! ❀

It’s a languorously lazy Sunday morning, the kind where sunlight has been streaming through the gauzy curtains for well over an hour and warming the fluffy comforter. You and Rafe have been stirring in a state somewhere in between slumber and wakefulness for the past half hour. He finally lets out a groan as he stretches and yawns, muscular forearms flexing alluringly. Reaching out to hold you tightly, he buries his face in the nape of your neck, your hair tickling his nose. The sweet scent of your shampoo fills his senses as he pulls you closer to him under the crisp cotton sheets.

His fingers lightly drum, absentmindedly, rhythmically against your sternum as he often does, tracing an invisible melody across your skin. You frequently wonder about the root of this subconscious habit of his, wanting to understand everything about him, what makes Rafe Rafe. Sometimes he sits at the bench of the glossy black piano at Tannyhill, fingers hovering above the gleaming keys, but you’ve never heard him play. Once you asked him about it, if he could play something for you, and the flat tone of his no articulated to you that this was just another topic that was off-limits, one of the many that caused Rafe to tense up, a furrow forming between his brows as he clenched his jaw and changed the subject with a sense of finality.

You are not the pushy type of partner, not wanting to press Rafe into sharing more than he is willing, wanting him to be able to confide to you in his own time, but you sometimes wish that he could talk to somebody, if not you, about his past, his thoughts, the things that he had done. Because somewhere inside of Rafe, there is a broken, angry boy, who hungers for more than you can possibly fathom, and sometimes you fear that he will always be there. That time will not heal Rafe’s wounds.

Turning around to loop your arms around his neck, you press a soft kiss to his mouth before you broach the subject that’s been on your mind since yesterday afternoon.

“Rafe, my love,” you say, skimming a hand over his broad shoulder, “I was thinking about something.”

He looks down at you under his golden lashes, his eyes still hooded with sleep, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Mhm?”

You capture his hand, the familiar weight of his palm soothing. “Well, I was shopping for stationary yesterday, and I saw this journal and thought of you.”

He looks at you questioningly, as if to say, is that it?

You continue, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “I just thought that maybe you could use an outlet to, you know, express your feelings,” you shrug. “I know that you don’t necessarily want to see a therapist, and journaling can be a good way to process things.”

“I don’t know,” he says doubtfully, sitting up, abs flexing as he mussing his sandy blond hair.

You look up at him earnestly. “I think you should give it a try. It could be really good for you, just having the space to write down your feelings and thoughts.”

He nods and looks away, and you can tell he’s still disinclined to the idea. “I’ll think about it,” he says, kissing the top of your head and getting out of bed. “Crepes?” he asks, and you nod, lingering in bed for a few more moments before padding to the kitchen, where he’s slicing strawberries, to help him prepare breakfast.

About a week has passed since you mentioned journaling, and Rafe has just gotten off the phone with Ward, who is pressing him to be more assertive with clients, to be a better executive, to be an adequate son who is worthy of the Cameron name. Sighing, he runs his hand over his face and lifts his thumb to the corner of his mouth, biting down on the already ragged skin and wincing a little. An all-too-familiar pit of self doubt is settling in his stomach and he breathe the way you taught him to, inhaling and exhaling slowly to soothe the ache in his chest.

He glances at the corner of his desk, where the plain navy notebook you bought for him sits, blank and impassive. It practically taunts him, lying there, its pages clean and unblemished, and he’s almost afraid to touch it for fear of sullying your gift with his thoughts and words, the things he would like to say.

Shaking his head as though to clear his thoughts, he mutters a low, “Fuck it,” grabbing the journal and opening it to the first page, where he sees a post-it note with your handwriting.

Rafe, my love, if you’ve opened this you should know that I am so proud of you for using this as your own private space to express yourself. I know it can be hard to get started, so here are some ideas in case you want to write about something.

He scans down your list of prompts and questions until one in particular catches his eye.

What is it like being your father’s son?

Rafe chews the end of his pen absentmindedly, musing over the question posed to him. What is it like being Ward Cameron’s heir, his only son, the eldest out of all of his siblings? There are many things he could say: it is hard work, it is high expectations atop of unsteady shoulders, it is an ache in his chest that doesn’t ever quite leave.

It is being five years old, Rafe waiting excitedly for his father to come home so that he can show him the new prelude he has learned to play on the piano. It is Ward brushing him aside, snapping that no, he does not want to listen, he does not have time for him, he’s a busy man and can’t Rafe understand that? It’s his mother’s face as she runs a thin hand over her face, looking so profoundly tired as she whispers to him that his father will be more patient next time, that he is overworked, that she is sorry, baby, and won’t he go wash up for dinner?

It is dropping his glass of water, shards glimmering on the kitchen’s tile floor. It is his mother’s pale face as she claps a hand over her mouth and turns to look at his father, trembling. It is his father’s thunderous shouts, it is Rafe’s hands pressed over his ears, it is salty tears, it is his wrists bruised with purple for days after.

It is six years old and his family has had an unusually good day at the beach, where Sarah is building sand castles in her pink cotton bonnet and his father is helping Rafe find seashells. It is his parents’ hushed conversations late at night about money and his father’s job, and suddenly Ward is not so angry anymore, he does not come home raising his voice and his fists. He smiles more and brings Rafe to work, where he meets his father’s secretary, and Rafe feels special, important, enough.

It’s seven years old, on the school stage under bright spotlights, his palms sweaty and heart racing as he squints into the audience to find his parents, his fingers trembling as he sets them down on the ivory piano keys. It is after he lets out a shaky breath and gives a bow, seeing his mother’s bright face as she cheers for him, her smile radiant as she applauds, the seat next to her empty. It’s after his recital, when she pulls him into a tight embrace, praising his performance, and five-year-old Sarah gives him a bouquet of yellow roses; it is when she says Ward couldn’t make it, that he was in an important business meeting, that he was sorry, that he would be there next time, with a sorrowful expression that said she knew he wouldn’t.

It’s nine, when his mother first gets sick and he catches his father in his study, face in his hands as his blonde secretary, Rose, massages the tension from the broadness of his shoulders. It is Ward’s face snapping up when he sees Rafe, his expression hardening, blue gaze turning cold as ice, his secretary’s eyes widening with guilt. It’s curling up with Sarah, ears pressed to Ward’s oaken study door to hear murmured conversations between his father and Rose, catching snatches of illicit parleys.

It’s visiting his mother in the hospital with white tulips and a card that reads Get well soon, recalling his father’s whispered tête-à-têtes with Rose from the night before. It is a guilty ache throbbing in his chest as she greets Ward with a cheery embrace, clutches a baby Wheezie to her body, her disposition hopeful despite her hollow cheeks and thinning curls.

It’s ten years old clutching his mother’s hand in the hospital, trying not to be frightened by the beeping heart monitor or snaking tubes of intravenous fluids taped to her frail wrists as she whispers into his ear. I love you more than the world itself. Be strong for your sisters, everything will be okay. It’s walking down the hospital hallway, his shoulders shaking and vision blurred with tears as his father roars at the nurses to do something, to bring her back, the clatter of hospital equipment being thrown filling his senses.

It is coming home to a silent house which feels larger and quieter than ever and curling up in his mother’s closet, the faint scent of her perfume almost imperceptible. It is a silent, lonely Mother’s day spent avoiding his father, the absence of his mother unbearably suffocating. It is as if his family is drifting apart at sea, their anchor lost in the briny depths.

It is his eleventh birthday, his first without his mother; there is no cake, no celebration, not even an acknowledgement from his father. It’s his bottom lip quavering as he tries to hold back tears at the kitchen table, his father hunched over the uneaten pasta that Rose has made. It’s Rafe being unable to stomach a bite of his dinner, blurting out, “I wish Mom were here.” It’s Ward slowly turning his gaze towards Rafe, his cold stare glacial as he slowly says, “Do not ever talk about your mother again.” It’s Rafe nodding, a pit of dread gnawing in his stomach as he takes a bite of Rose’s pasta, tasting nothing but bitter shame. There are no birthday wishes except for his own futile hope that his mother will come back and hold him, stroke his hair and tell him that she loves him more than the world itself.

It’s fourteen and Rafe has long since discovered that playing the piano will turn his father into a hostile man. He has given up speaking French and Portuguese in fear that his Ward will turn to him, his eyes flashing, with anger in his voice and brutality in his fists. It is coming home from school and calling out for his mother for just a split second, until the realization that she is gone hits him like a punch to his stomach, his heart sinking and tears burning his throat. It is taking a shaky breath, remembering that his father does not like it when he cries, and shoving his grief into some unknown corner deep within his heart.

It is fifteen and sitting numbly in his navy suit watching Ward and Rose recite vows, holding each others hands. Somewhere deep inside of him, Rafe despises his mother for leaving him behind and breaking his family, and he hates himself even more for these treacherous thoughts.

It is seventeen and days will pass before he thinks of his mother, and he realizes that he has forgotten the exact shade of brown of her eyes, that he cannot remember the sound of her laughter bouncing around the bright kitchen anymore, and he is overwhelmed with guilt and fear. Sometimes he sits at the piano bench, his fingers itching to pour out the music inside of him, and it is in these moments that he is faintly able to recall the feeling of her hair brushing his shoulders as she sat next to him, the lilt in her voice when she called his name.

It is now and he is slowly unlearning what his father has taught him; he is able to differentiate between fear and respect, is able to sit with his feelings. When Rafe is with you, he is able to remember what love feels like. It is your gentle smile in the morning and quiet reassurances at night. It is feeling adequate, enough, sufficient. It is conquering his fear of facing his emotions, it is being able to cry properly for the first time in your arms as you stroke his hair. It is sobbing so hard that he cannot breathe, the ache in his chest dissipating as he sheds his sorrows, knowing that you will sit with him as long as he needs. It is learning to love himself as much as you love him, more than the moon and the stars, more than the world itself.

#rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks fanfiction #rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron blurb #rafe x y/n #rafe x you #obx #jjasewrites

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jeffrrandell · 29 days ago

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Obscure yuri, and a terrible but funny concept. + Gravys car

#my art #digital art #eddsworld #ew gravy #ew blonzie #ew sandy #surf n turf extras #beach buds #ellsworld

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mythicalmagical-monkeyman · 4 months ago

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Ninjago au incorrect quote spam:

Tang : I hate to say it but Macaque’s right Macaque : why do you hate to say it?

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Macaque : falling to his death WITH MY DYING BREATH I TOLD YOU SO

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Macaque : you’ll take me out right ? Wukong : like murder or on a date ? Because I honestly don’t know when it comes to you

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Macaque : in wolf hello Xiaotian : computer chirping noise Macaque : IMPOSTOR

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Jade face: I want DBK to be my husband War : starts Jade Face: Fuck

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LBD : destiny can not be undone young one Tang : well I’m going to fucking try

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Some guy: Them fruit colored warriors is nothing but trouble Tang : Excuse me! What fruit is grey? Macaque : The moldy ones in the back of the fridge? Tang : Ew Mk : Well I’m teal so what fruit is-BLUE RASPBERRY, I’m a blue raspberry,

(-no one has the heart to remind him that’s not a real fruit-)

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Sandy : If Ma jumped off a cliff would you? Macaque : yeet Sandy : N O

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Ma : he’s not craz- oh wait, hey Mac what are your pronouns? Macaque : my what?

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Elemental alliance: The green ninja is the spy! Wukong : Let me introduce you to my thinning patience

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Ma & Mac : being chased by a wild beast Macaque : I don’t think it liked my jokes Ma : you think? Look

#Ninjago lmk au #lmk incorrect quotes #lmk #lmk macaque #lego monkie kid incorrect quotes #lmk sun wukong #lmk tang #Marshal ma #sorry for a lot of macaque #ig I like his chaotic energy

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lewlewlemon44 · 1 year ago

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Bad Idea | LH44

Pairing- Lewis x fem!reader

Warnings- 18+, smut, mentions of alcohol, sexual themes, no mentions of protection, oral, female receiving, caught in the act sort of

Summary- Lewis and Reader are trying to keep their relationship a secret from their friend group. It’s proves to be difficult when while on holiday their friends are convinced they should be together.

You have always enjoyed watching Lewis surf. The way his abs flexed as he quickly glided over the waves and his body glistened from the deep blue ocean water. Even when he seemed to be wiped out by wave after wave there was something about watching his head pop back up out of the water, the quick shake of the head before he pulled himself back up onto his board for the next wave that kept you captivated by him.

“y/n!” Daniel shouted from beside you, pulling you out of your trance with a freight. “What the fuck man?” You asked turning away from the ocean to look at the man beside you.

“I was trying to ask if you want another drink, but you were staring at Lewis… again.” He grinned. Your friends had all wanted you and Lewis to get together, they had been asking for years when the two of you would finally just fuck each other. What they didn't know was that for the past 9 months you and Lewis had been together as a couple. "I was not staring at him. I was watching both of them surf."

"mhm sure, girl." Alison laughed. "Just give me the fucking drink and stop trying to push this Lewis thing already."

"Take his thing and we will leave you alone." Andrew said, cringing at his own joke. "Ew man, ew." Daniel laughed, passing you another soda.

"Speaking of Lewis" Megan chuckled gesturing to Lewis and Miles in what seemed to be a race trying to get to the group the fastest. With Miles' clear height advantage, it was no surprise to see him start to pull away from Lewis. It was also no surprise when Lewis practically launched himself onto Miles' back and nearly caused the tall man to fall face first into the sand. "and you guys want me with that?" you said but couldn't help the small giggle watching your boyfriend sprint to the group with Miles obviously after him.

"Watch out mate" Daniel laughed, just before Miles dived into Lewis' side tackling him into the sand. "ow, what the fuck man?"

"Revenge bruv" Miles laughed, "you do kinda deserve it Lew"

He pouted looking over at you. You smiled finding the pout and the playful glint in his doe eyes adorable. "Watcha you got there?" He reached out for your drink.

"Get your sandy paws away from my juice!" you slapped away his hands, "but I'm thristy!"

"Then get your own" you said but let him take the cherry cola anyways. You watched as he brought the purplish can to his lips and took a sip from it. "Thanks"

"Yeah whatever." You said, smiling at him. "See this is why we won't drop the Lewis thing."

"Shut the fuck up!" you laughed, Lewis giggled.

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"Lew, this is a bad idea" You whispered, pushing your hand through his curls gently pulling on his hair. He had you pinned down on his bed, lips against your neck pressing against all your sensitive spots. "This is a great idea" He mumbled, untying your bikini top and flinging it across the room.

"Someone's going to come looking for you" You tried to remind him that you were not only supposed to be getting ready for dinner with the group but that the two of you were not supposed to be getting ready together. "I locked the door babe, no one is coming in here"

He kissed you silencing any further comments you may have had, not that you really had any. As risky as it might be you couldn't deny the fact that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you right now, so you deepened the kiss allowing his tongue to explore your mouth, yours moving in sync against his. You ran your hands down his muscular back, his hand moves up your side immediately finding the breasts he had freed just moments ago. His thumb brushed over your sensitive nipple, forcing a quiet gasp from you.

His lips move back down to your neck and starts his slow descent down your torso, kissing and licking every inch of exposed skin before him. You have one hand back in his curls, the other is scratching over his tattooed back as you arch up and press yourself against him. When he reaches the top of your bikini bottoms his eyes flick up to yours, "please" you whispered lifting your hips for him to pull them off.

"God baby, you're already so wet for me. Could just fuck you right now" he whispered, his eyes locked onto your heat. He thumb presses against your already throbbing clit, moving in tantalizing circles. Your hips buck up towards him as you whimper softly. He smirks, lowering his head down between your thighs and allowing you to feel his hot breath against your pussy. "Lew, please"

"Please what baby? I thought this was a bad idea?" He smirks, his eyes staring into yours. Challenging you to suggest backing out now. "Lew I swear to god if you don't do it now, I will take care of it myself."

He grinned, dipping his head back down and immediately latching onto your sensitive bundle of nerves, ripping a probably too loud moan from you. He slowly starts kissing and licking down to your entrance, bringing his nose in line with your clit and pushes the tip of his tongue in. He thrusts his tongue into you and shakes his head softly creating a friction against your clit that leaves you moaning his name and grabbing his head. You feel yourself tense up, already close to orgasming on his tongue when he replaces his tongue with two of his long fingers. His mouth sucking your clit back into his mouth.

"Come on baby, cum on my mouth. Let me taste you." the combination of his words, his mouth against you and his fingers moving against all the sensitives spots they can reach inside you is enough to send you over the edge. Your thighs squeeze his head between them, as he helps you ride out the waves of your orgasm. You aren't sure how loud you are moaning but it's enough for Lewis' hand to reach up and cover your mouth.

He raises his head once your thighs finally loosen their grip on it and grins at you. His beard glistening with your juices, he makes his way back up your body and kisses you. You can taste yourself on him as his lips move against yours.

You reach down his body and pull his dark blue swimming shorts off needing to feel him inside you. He pulls away and kicks his shorts off, you take his large cock into your hand and stroke him, bringing your thumb up to his tip and smoothing the small drop of pre cum over it in slow teasing circles. Lewis groaned softly, pressing his head into your neck for a moment. He moves your hand from him, replacing it with his own. He coated himself in your juices, rubbing himself between your folds.

"fuck Lew" you whispered, wrapping your legs around his hips as he pushed into you inch by inch. You pulled him closer to you, forcing him in fully. "God, sweetie your so fucking tight" He groaned.

His thrust started slow, waiting for you to give him the go ahead to fuck into you the way you both wanted. "Fuck me, Lewis" You whispered against his ear.

He immediately picked up the pace, headboard slamming against the wall as he speared his cock into you. You moaned, digging your fingers into his back. You moved back against him meeting him thrust for thrust increasing the pleasure for both of you. "Shit, love" Lewis groaned, holding your hip with one hand the other holding himself up over you.

You bite down on his shoulder, muffling your moans against it. The pain spurring Lewis on and bringing out his own moans needing to be muffled. You pressed your lips against his, the familiar knot forming in your stomach. Your walls clenched around his throbbing cock.

"Fuck, y/n!" He groaned, tensing above you before he spilled into you. Hot ropes of his cum coating your walls bringing you along with him. You scratched down his back shaking beneath him, moaning his name.

Lewis collapsed onto you, crushing you beneath his weight. You breathed heavily rubbing his sweaty back. He lifted his head and gave you a lazy smile, "See, no one walked in on us"

You laughed telling him to shut up before kissing him.

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You made your way into the dining room with Lewis trailing behind you, a slightly dopey smile on his face. One that will surely give you two away if anyone has any idea of what you two had just done.

You looked up to see all your friends grinning at you, "uh what?" you asked slightly uncomfortable by their quiet grins. "You two fucked" Miles said, as if there was no other option and to be fair he was right not that you were going to admit it so easily. "huh?"

"Oh, come on y/n we heard you both!" Daniel laughed, "by the way very happy for you two but please don't make us listen to that again" Alison added laughing.

You blushed looking back at Lewis who just shrugged and grinned absolutely unashamed to have been caught out by your friends. "I told you it was a bad idea" you mumbled, "eh it's not so bad, I can do this now" He smiled, leaning down and kissing you.

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton fanfiction #lewis x reader #lewis hamilton x fem!reader #my stories

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thestarsshinebrightcomic · 4 months ago

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8.24.489 - Spit Pact

hopefully topaz will still be sa-liva after marie's done with her

----------- TSSB's first physical book "Changing Skies" is ready to be assembled, and the Fan Art Feature is in full swing! YOU can get YOUR art printed in the book. details below

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Topaz: Okay! (Myu and Atticus exchange a horrified glance. Marie and Topaz shake on it. Marie spits on their hands to seal the pact.) Topaz: Ew. Sandy: Marie, I don’t wanna race! I wanna be friends with them! I-I'm not that fast! What if I lose? Marie: Even you won't lose to her! She's a hatchling. You're basically on my team, Sandy. I'm not gonna make you do whatever I say if you go last. Sandy: Because you already do that anyway…

#the stars shine bright comic #fancomic #pokemon #pokemon fancomic #pmd #mew #atticus #kangaskhan #meowth #topaz in the rough

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peachviz · 5 months ago

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I finally finished Voyager so you know what that means.

It’s a Voyager Wrap Up and notes party:

(Beware: hot takes ahead)

- I like and I hate this show. It was my slowest watch. I should have probably started with this instead of DS9 bc as you all know nothing can top DS9 and when you start out with the best meal nothing can compare. But tbh I don’t know if it would have made a difference.

- There’s a problem with this show that I’ve noticed that it’s a common problem within Star Trek as a whole. This one was just noticeable. There’s parts where they build up plots and characters and then half way through they just give up.

Kes was the biggest atrocity, they couldn’t figure out what to do with her so they give up on her and replace her with a new shiny toy. Won’t even get into the misogyny of the situation, we are all aware I don’t have to keep beating a dead horse. (Also aware of the hostile situation on set I’m not interested in that debate)

Chakotay is another example. He starts to lose lines and he kind of just floats. Tuvok is another big one. Because why tf did I have to sit through more Neelix focused episodes than Tuvok???????

Like the writers constantly do this but it’s so noticeable with this series. It’s like Patrick trying to open Sandy Cheeks’s door in SpongeBob and he just holds his hands over the door and goes, “Open Seasme!” The door doesn’t open and he shrugs and goes “Well, I’ve done all I can do.” That’s the writers of this show.

- while on the topic of Neelix. Here’s a hot take. What an incredibly pointless and annoying character. He made a lot of episodes unwatchable. Kes and Neelix have to be the worst poison I’ve ever ingested from Star Trek as a whole and I had to sit through TNG sexism and somehow this pairing was the worst. How incels feel about JarJar Binks is how I feel about Neelix. If you like him, great. If you don’t like him, let’s hug.

- there is something about this show that I feel they do better than DS9 and that is mental health episodes. It’s so subtle and there doesn’t have to be a lot of theatrics. While DS9 is good at portrayal, there are things that Voyager does with the Doctor, Seven, and even B’Elanna that I found the most relatable

- which btw B’Elanna is like super relatable it’s almost scary. I love Kira Nerys, she’s still my all time favorite, but I find myself gravitating to being like B’Elanna. I feel like she had the best character development besides Seven. Now granted, she can do some really selfish fucked up shit. Like the Doctor’s holofamily, etc, but I find her character refreshing. This show needed that.

- Seven of Nine. Idk what to say to make everything fit so here’s a lightning round. The cat suit is fucking annoying. We had to have Gene Roddenberry dying to get Deanna Troi in a real uniform and then we have the goodness of DS9 just to have the men be like “we need to bring back sexy” and then bring this wonderful character just to keep her in a cat suit. A suit, btw, that she doesn’t even want to be in bc in all her holo fantasies she’s either in a uniform, pants, or literally anything else. And don’t even get me started on Chakotay and Seven. What an odd paring with zero chemistry. It felt almost fatherly and then that shit happens bc they had to dispel the J/C shit and I think it was along the lines of Beltran getting tired of Chakotay being a “chump”. ??? Idk if that’s the exact quote but like boooooo that’s boring. It’s just ew no thanks.

- but seven is a wonderful character and if there weren’t so many men in the writing room then we could have had it all. Looking forward to seeing what Picard retcons

- Janeway is an amazing captain and I’m glad we have a complicated female captain but this goes along with my first topic. For the first four seasons, until she cuts her hair, there’s still too many cooks in the kitchen. You have her naked somehow multiple episodes per season until 4 (?) and then she has that dumbass governess holo program. Like by the time she has her hair cut, we could have just had all that from the start. Everyone say thank you Kate Mulgrew

- lastly, I’m glad that J/C didn’t become canon while they were away bc sometimes yearning is hotter than having. Kate Mulgrew stating that it was inappropriate for an office place romance bc young girls shouldn’t have to see (once again generalizing a quote) is totally valid. And tbh I feel like it would be a distraction to Janeway specifically

Idk in closing it’s an alright watch. It wasn’t really spectacular to me anyway. There were a lot of good parts, but I feel like it lost steam midway through season 6 and a lot of it was rocky. I could just be getting Star Trek fatigue.

Picard is next and then Prodigy. Probably won’t even go near Enterprise and I’ll be doing an actual rewatch of discovery to finish it. And another rewatch of lower decks bc now I’ll be able to understand it in total. So the Rankings below will exclude prodigy, ent, Picard, and discovery.

Current Series Ranking:

1) Deep Space Nine

2) Strange New Worlds

3) The Original Series

4) Lower Decks

5) Voyager

6) The Next Generation

Current Captain Ranking:

1) Sisko

2) Janeway

3) Pike

4) Kirk

5) Picard

6) Freeman

Anyway, I have two voyager edits to get off the ground and my notes app looks like the Bible so getting this footage is going to be super time consuming.

Now onto Picard

#st voyager #star trek voyager #Star Trek #series wrap up #idk hope these aren’t too hot takes I just had a really tough time with this series

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