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[scurvgirl]

Drabble

Wildflower

You're here," Ian breathed.

"'Course, I wanna be with you," Mickey answered. Ian kissed him and Mickey pressed back. They kissed and kissed and touched until their clothes were gone and they were falling onto the soft earth. Ian marveled at his boyfriend being surrounded by a bed of blooming, colorful wildflowers. His eyes shone, his smile was so big. 

"C'mere," Mickey beckoned. They kissed some more. "Ian, Ian…

"Ian! Ian!" 

Ian's eyes opened as Fiona shook him awake. "Get ready, you're gonna be late!" 

"I'm awake!" 

Fiona gave him a look but left. Ian exhaled. Only a dream. Shit.

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Gundham blushes and pulls the scarf over his face as he watches the confusion flash across Kazuichi's face. He wasn't sure what to expect after confessing something like that to the mechanic, but he could only hope that this was a good thing rather than a mistake like a part of him feared that it was. The sounds of people closer by, though, only made him more nervous about this, but the offer of getting away from this, even if it wasn't too far, made it easier to breathe as he lowers the scarf from his mouth to make it easier for Kazuichi to understand him.

"Worry not, should the she-cat have need of me, she will contact me." If she could call his number with how much she had drunk, he wasn't sure, but Ibuki was there, and he trusted the musician to not allow anything to happen to her. Besides, they had already been separated by the crowd. If she wanted to seek him out, then he was sure that she would be able to find him much easier than he could her.

He thinks for a moment. "Perhaps a room would be better. It will be easier for us to return should our compatriots have need of us... and I will be able to focus solely on you for a moment." Night walks were nice, but if they happened to see or hear an animal of any kind while on their walk, his focus would be completely on that rather than something as important as this. "However, if you are in need of a walk, then we will do that. I follow where you go, Kazuichi."

There's a temptation to offer his hand as he walks with the mechanic back into the house to Ibuki's room. Catching a glimpse of Sonia in the house, he gave her a wave as they continued there. He almost wished that he had more than just one drink as they got to the door, and he waited for Kazuichi to unlock it. Though, he was glad that there was no way he was going to forget what happened as the two of them entered it and shut the door.

The quiet made him release a breath that he didn't know he had been holding as he relaxed a bit more. "What... exactly did you need to say that required privacy?" He asks as though he doesn't know. Even if he had a very good idea of the confession or words of disbelief that were coming, he wanted to be sure. This needed no room for second guesses.

For a moment, Kazuichi swore his ears were acting up again, a hand coming up to fiddle with the tiny devices curled around his ears, only to find that they were, in fact, working just fine. If not that, maybe it was the alcohol? Sure, he didn't have that much, enough to have him warm and carefree, but surely not enough to halluciante entire conversations. Did...alcohol even do that? Well, seems that would remain a mystery as everything Gundham was saying lived in reality.

He hadn't expected a return defense against his own self depreciation, Kaz's cheeks steadily gaining in color until the flush traveled well down his neck to disappear under his shirt collar. If he had been confused before, he was woefully lost now, caught between the compliments, the promise of defense from his father despite Gundham not truly knowing what it would entail, and-

"Wha-" Words replayed in his head, mouth opening and closing several times before looking up to the breeder in pure disbelief. "Did...are you..." He was afraid to say it, that if he said it outloud it wouldn't be true, that Gundham would laugh at his misunderstandings. There was no fucking way...was there?

His emotional whirlwind came to a sudden, almost nauseating halt as a group of people started shouting where they gathered in Ibuki's pool, Kaz's hand having to cover his ears it had been so loud with the help of the amplifiers he still hadn't fully acclimated to. "C-Can we like...I dunno, go for a walk or something? I don't wanna make you ditch Sonia but I-I...I don't wanna be here anymore." What if someone overheard? What if they laughed at how delusional Kaz was being? What if his own shitty reputation started to affect Gundham after this?

"I-If you don't wanna leave, I have the key to 'buki's room? Her heh, her parents had it soundproofed after she got her last bass, so it sure as shit won't be this noisy in there."

[httpsserene]

Gosh please please please can you write something daniel x reader maybe inspired by too sweet by hozier when he thinks(some internal turmoil cuz he can't stay away from her) she's too sweet/innocent for him or something like but it turns out to be further from the truth?? I love love love your writing, i think about please's and thank you's at least three times a day since i read it. You're so immensely talented!!!

I'd really really appreciate it.

(i don't mind age gap(like up to 10years), some kinky smut or even a bit of morally grey characters as long as there are no explicit mentions of past relationships or cheating and etc., happy ending plss, and I won't mind if you add a pinch of "who did this to you")

Ly ly ly

𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊'𝖘 2𝕶 𝕾𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 | 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖑 𝕽𝖎𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖔 𝕰𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐓𝐒𝐀

Summary: She’s too pure for him. She hasn’t been damaged by life like he has and he hopes you never will be. So, that’s why Daniel can never allow himself to be with her. He knows she’s convinced herself that she can fix him, but he knows that the longer he sticks around, the more he’s ruining her. He finds it cynical: their relationship (or lack of a relationship) reads like one of the books she’s obsessed with: right person wrong time or forbidden love. Daniel learns that it might be a little darker of a trope—like one of her books that she never allows him to see a page of. Content Warning: 18+ only. mdni. implied sexual content. mild!yandere!reader. stalking. sabotage. angst with a happy ending. lando and max are here. not edited at all. mentioned alcoholism. pov switch. fights? idk danny gets his ass beat. possessive!reader. can you find the hozier inspo in here? probably. Pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader (black-coded? but not mentioned in the fic, i think) Word Count: 2.7k words.

Author’s Notes: okay! this is past me (6/11) hoping that the tumblr queue doesn’t do me dirty! this should be posted on thursday, because i won’t be able to manually post it on my own as i’ll be hiking in san diego the whole day :p

this was formatted on mobile so please ignore how ugly it looks :( and also ignore the ugly writing i’ve never written dark/morally gray characters so i’m pretty sure i did your request like terribly LMAO. um also i couldn’t find a way to write smut into it? so again i apologize for that :/

anyways, please bare with me. i’ll make it pretty when i get back to my computer…on sunday 🥴

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Daniel meets you in the elevator. At first, he thought you were a Formula One fan who snuck into the condo trying to get a glimpse of your favorite driver (himself, obviously) but, he learned that you’re his new next-door neighbor. It was awkward; he accused you of following him to his room and felt like the world’s worst person when you—dressed in the cutest pink dress and matching flowy bow tied in your hair—stared at him terrified, before you unlocked the door to your flat and slammed the door behind you quickly without a word.

He sent you a bouquet of pink orchids the next morning, along with a hand written card apologizing for his rude behavior and that he hoped the two of you could become good neighbors and friends. It seemed all was fixed, as the next time he ran into you, you greeted him softly, like nothing had happened. It was 5 A.M: you were starting your day and Daniel was ending his night.

Daniel was on his third drunken attempt of shoving his key vaguely in the direction of his lock on the door, when you exited your flat with a yoga mat over your shoulder and a water bottle that was comically large. With a hushed ‘good morning,’ you kindly helped Daniel into his apartment, telling him to drink a big glass of water and have pain killers ready when he wakes up; there was no judgment in your wide brown eyes, only tenderness, and a slight hint of worry. He woke up after twelve at the sound of a knock, his head pulsing with pressure and his sight slightly blurry from not quite sleeping all the drunk away.

He eventually made it to his front door and found that you ordered him lunch: a chicken wrap and sweet potato chips, from one of his favorite brunch cafés—Daniel figured you have good taste, as he doesn’t recall ever telling you about this meal in either of the two interactions you’ve had. So, he ate, drank plenty of water, freshened up, and debated if he should go over and express his gratitude, or whatever. He decided he will, and found himself putting on a nice watch and a few too many sprays of his expensive smelling cologne. Daniel didn’t let any thoughts of why he was prettying himself up cross his mind; he’s simply thanking you; a girl far too young, and probably far too sweet for his tastes.

You brushed off his thanks shyly, hidden behind your door with a blush strong enough Daniel saw it paint your dimpled cheeks and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away. Thinking quick enough to rival his reflexes, he offered to exchange phone numbers so the two of you could meet up and he could buy you a coffee. You entered your name in his phone with a yellow heart next to it.

The coffee meet-up had to wait due to Daniel’s hectic schedule, yet the texting flourished. He initiated the beginning of your text thread the next day, mindlessly texting you about how he overheard Emilio (another neighbor) arguing with his wife on the phone; Daniel said she’s probably going to mail him divorce papers within the next week. You replied that it was mean to eavesdrop and gossip. Daniel followed up saying it’s not eavesdropping if said person was screaming into his phone in the hallway, and he wasn’t gossiping, he’s merely keeping you informed.

Daniel laughed in the middle of his motorhome listening to the voice message you sent four days later, eagerly telling him about how you saw Emilio in the lobby with a couple boxes and without a wedding ring on his finger.

It was a warm morning, when you and Daniel finally managed to meet for coffee. You scrunched your nose in distaste when he ordered plain black coffee; Daniel did the same when you ordered a drink that was mainly milk and sugar. Daniel chuckled when you claimed the amount of coffee in your drink had you wired for the rest of the day. He decided to let you believe that, and not inform you that it was most likely the sugar content that had you crashing hours later.

Daniel invited you over for burgers one night and you comment that his home looks like a mix of a “mojo dojo casa house” and a “minimalistic hell.” You gifted him a throw blanket and a potted plant the next day, and continued to text him reminders about watering it.

Around 10 P.M. on another night, he’s yelling at Max for cheating at fifa. Max laughed around the lip of his beer bottle before the two of them paused at the sound of a knock. Daniel checked the door and opened it to see you: fuzzy slippers, eye-mask on your forehead, bonnet, matching pajama set, and pout on your lips with a sleepy tilt to your eyebrows. He apologized for the noise and promised to quiet down. Daniel threatened to kick the Dutchman out when he teased him for having a “crush.” He doesn’t get crushes, he’s a grown man.

Daniel spends less time in night clubs and more time with you. You took him to sip and paint nights, pottery classes, hiking, even bookstores. You order him to not open any of the books he’s holding for you; Daniel tries to take a peek when you scan through one and you slam the book shut, saying it’s too dark for your liking. He doesn’t comment when you end up getting it (Daniel paid).

He kissed you in your apartment, halfway through Howl’s Moving Castle. He proceeded to tell you it was a mistake. You teared up when he said you were too pure for him, arguing back that you weren’t a child. The tears fell when Daniel claimed he’s too old for you, that he’d only hurt you. He returned to his apartment, figurative tail tucked between his legs, and heard you crying through the wall. He fell asleep hating himself.

Daniel distanced himself from you; he misses your shared adventures and condo gossip, but he never forgets to water your potted plant, even without your texts. He fell back into the clubs, bringing home various women but never manages to get them in bed due to various things going wrong. He gets stuck in the elevator with Stephanie who happened to claustrophobic for hours, locked in the stairwell with Sofia who sprains her ankle in five-inch heels, the fire-alarm interrupts him and Kiana just as he unlocks the door, and his kitchen sink burst when he lifted Laura on the counter.

He tries to console Laura, who runs from his flat in drenched clothes, and sees you staring at her in confusion from your doorway as she rushes past. Daniel apologizes for waking you again, and you shrug, ignoring his words, murmuring that he should call maintenance before he floods the entire floor and shutting your door in his face.

Your potted plant starts to wilt, no matter if Daniel moves it in or out of direct sunlight, if he waters it less or more, or if he changes the soil, or adds fertilizer. The universe has it out for Daniel.

He finds himself in an ultra-private lounge, dim-lighting, sultry piano, and dark decor enhancing his dramatics as he reveals how he ruined his life to Max, Lando, and the bartender who will be tipped handsomely for pretending to care. The piano fades to the end of the piece just as Daniel wraps up his lament.

“It sounds like you deserve it, honestly,” Max stated bluntly, Lando nodding agreeably at his side.

Daniel groans into his hands, lifting his head to say that he’s already aware of that, but freezes when he sees you rise from the seat of the piano. Your figure is snug within a floor length, backless, black dress, complemented with gold jewelry, and makeup that opposes your angelic nature. You bow your head slightly in the direction of the tables clapping at your performance, stumbling briefly when your eyes meet Daniel’s. You smile softly and begin to make your way over to him.

“Oh, fuck,” Daniel shrinks into his seat, as the other two drivers stare at him in confusion.

“Hi, neighbor,” you start airily, before turning to smile at Lando and Max, “Hello.”

“You didn’t tell me you worked here,” Daniel mentions.

“You never asked,” you narrow your eyes at him, before relaxing, “I also don’t work here—this is my brother’s bar. The pianist suddenly fell sick and I offered to fill in.”

“Oh,” Daniel hums, “This doesn’t seem like your type of scene.”

You snort, rolling your eyes, “You should know better than to tell me where, what, or who I do or do not belong with.”

“Okay!” Lando claps, kicking Daniel’s shin under the table, everyone ignores his muffled groan of pain, “Sit with us for a minute, if you can take a break. Danny is seriously obsessed with you.”

You take the offered chair next to Max and sigh, “Really? I couldn’t tell,” all three men wince at your dig, but you continue, “Did he tell you that he almost flooded the entire floor last week?”

Daniel watches as you charm his friends, the three of you chattering happily over his demise, and ignoring him as you do so. He can’t find it in himself to be annoyed, only thankful, as this is the first time in weeks that you’ve been in his presence for more than five minutes. You smell so good. Is that weird of Daniel to think?

Unfortunately, the four of you are interrupted far too soon. Your brother calls you over from behind the bar; his expression is less than pleased, jaw tensed with irritation, and Daniel thinks the look in his eyes has a hint of crazy. He wonders if you told your brother about him. Hopefully not—the man looks like he could fold Daniel like a lawn chair without breaking a sweat. The three men watch as you argue with your brother; it doesn’t seem like it’s going in your favor.

Lando calls Daniel’s name, “Mate—she’s good for you.”

“Nah, mate. I’ll only ruin her.”

“Daniel,” Max scolds, “The few months you were ditching us for her were the happiest I’ve seen you. I wasn’t worried that you would be passed out in a random club or yacht after giving yourself alcohol poisoning.”

“She’s sweet, Danny. I think she’s exactly what you need,” Lando adds, “You've convinced yourself that you don’t deserve anything good. She’s trying to prove you wrong and you need to let her.”

He doesn’t answer verbally, he chooses to shake his head and remain silent. You make your way over to the table again and stand in front of them with a pout.

“It’s past my bedtime, apparently,” you huff, turning your head to glare at your brother, “Don’t worry about paying tonight, it’s on the house.” You exchange polite goodbyes with Lando and Max, Daniel gets a soft smile. He watches you leave the bar with a sad tilt to his lips, then orders a shot of whiskey.

You’re sat on your couch, freshly showered and ready for bed. It’s 1 A.M. and Daniel usually doesn’t end his nights out for another hour. So, it makes sense for you to be worried when you see his location nearing your shared condo building an hour early. Did you sneakily (his phone password is his birthday, it wasn’t that hard) use his phone and share his own location with you? Yes. But, you did it with good intentions. You worry about him when he’s not with you.

You decide to go down to the lobby and pretend to ask if you received any packages in hopes of intercepting Daniel when he walks in. You don’t manage to step out of the elevator when you suddenly have an armful of a bruised-up Australian. His lip is busted and you can see a bruise blooming high on his right cheekbone. You start to shake with anger.

Furiously pressing the button of your floor and slamming the ‘close door’ button, you frantically question Daniel, “What the hell? I left you not even two hours ago, and you look like a mess. Did you get into a fight, did you get mugged, did you—“

“Did your brother beat my ass for hurting you?” Daniel groans, not fighting your motions as you tug him out of the elevator and into your flat, “Yes, he did.”

You pause and grumble angrily, forcing Daniel to take a seat on your couch. You rush into your kitchen for ice, then to the bathroom for a first aid kit. He doesn’t fight when you order him to ice his cheek, and lets you hold his face to tilt his head at every angle possible, as if it’ll expose any more damage. Eventually, you end up looking into his eyes, pretending that you have the knowledge to know what a possible concussion looks like, even though you really just wanted an excuse to look at him.

Unconsciously, your thumb rubs soothingly along his temple, Daniel leans further into your hand. His tongue flicks out for a brief second, and he flinches when it disturbs the cut on his bottom lip. Blinking rapidly, you clear the haze from your eyes and frown as you turn to rifle through the first aid kit.

“I can’t believe he put his hands on you,” you bite out angrily, finding a disinfectant cloth to clean his lip, “I don’t know why I tell him anything anymore.”

Daniel winces at the sting of alcohol, remaining quiet as he watches the focus that covers your expression.

“I apologize for him,” you mumble, “He doesn’t think clearly when it comes to me, he thinks he’s like my guard dog or something,” you dispose of the wipe and grab an ointment, “I promise you I told him that the only thing you did was waste my time and hurt my feelings,” Daniel deflates under your hands, “It’s not like you physically hurt me…or anything. He’s just an idiot. I’ll kill him.”

At that, Daniel laughs quietly, dropping the ice from his cheek so you can clean that too, “Don’t say that. You’re such a sweetheart, you couldn’t hurt your own brother. Also—I’m not sure if he hoped this would make me stay away from you, because if you keep rubbing my face like that, I might fall in love.”

You hum, pleased you have him eating out of the palm of your hand, “Have some decorum, Daniel. You sound desperate. Also, he knows that I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”

“Oh? You’re possessive,” Daniel teases, “Is it bad if I kinda like that?”

Your heart flutters, he’s really the best for you. He doesn’t need to know about the lengths you went to ensure any of the girls he tried to bring home didn't make it into his bed. It's a shame Sofia sprained her ankle; that was not intentional on your part.

You shrug lightly, “No, it’s not bad. I think it makes you perfect for me. As long as you don’t mind a little crazy. And—don’t think you’re off the hook. You still have to apologize for making me cry.”

Daniel nods seriously, “I’ll fall to my knees and beg right now, if that’s what it takes.”

Sticking a plaster over his cheek, you stand and gesture for him to do so too, “Okay. Kneel.”

“Huh,” he chokes, eyes wide with disbelief, “You’re serious?”

“If you beg well enough, I’ll let you eat me out.”

The sound of his knees hitting the floor echoes.

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[jen-with-a-pen]

(In Your) Arms Tonight - 1/2

summary: Hypothesis: If he (Wade) turns off the AC, then they (Wade and Logan) will have no choice but to strip naked and end up sticky and gross and hard together!

That's what he was taught in middle school, right?

pairing: Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson / Worst Wolverine x Deadpool

word count: 1.3k

warnings: MDNI 18+, Wade's POV-ish, blood mention, knife mention, beer mention, Wade's fuckin horny and thirsty y'all, pining, cursing, claws, Wade is looking ✨respectively✨, crude humor and language, slight Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers, no smut (yet, sorry)

a/n: AUGH DONT LOOK AT ME (actually please do I cannot hold this in any longer.) currently part one of two parts. posting the first one now as I am currently traveling for work and won't be back until beginning of September and then part two will be out when i either A. Get home or B. Finish it and format it in between running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Please be patient with me! I will not tolerate "whEreS PaRt Two?¿??" when I literally just told you. Hope y'all enjoy one of the many products of my brain rot. More to come in due time ✨

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PART ONE | PART TWO

The abs are great. More than great, actually. In fact, they're all Wade thinks, dreams, and fantasizes about. All day, everyday, non-fucking-stop. The moment replays over and over in his fucked up noodle brain like a scratched record. He knows muscle memory is a thing, but what about salivatory memory?

Christ. He's gotta get a grip instead of getting hard.

But what about when Logan isn't flexing hard enough to rip his goddamn suit off?

Wade notices Logan becoming more relaxed around the apartment as the days pass. Adjusting to his new life, coming out of the bedroom earlier than he has to on days when he gets a turn to sleep on a real bed. It's Sofa City most of the time– which he really doesn't mind, he almost prefers it most of the time (since it's in clear sight of the front door) but Wade more often than not likes to insist they share his 'much-too-big-for-lil-old-me' twin XL mattress that's seen more stains than sex in the last year alone.

Logan's compromise is he'll take the bed and Wade the couch half the time. Alone. They're still working on the negotiations of said compromise, but the jury– Blind Al– is still out on recess.

Once he's more settled in, Logan learns that it's okay to kick off his boots and put his feet up. It's not often, but enough that Wade silently wishes he'd rest those big meaty calves on his lap instead. He's been needing a new weighted blanket and Adamantium-coated tibias and hairy legs are so in right now.

Logan doesn't know it, but Wade secretly plays 'ohmygodhetotallylookedatme' whenever he so much as catches a glimpse of Wade oggling at him in his peripherals. Wade can't help it when Broody and the Beast's ribbed white muscle shirt pulls taut against those deliciously plump pecs that he silently prays it'll burst off again. Or he'll rip it off. Or Logan will rip it off. For him.

A boy can dream.

It's especially hard to win at 'OMGHTLAM' when Logan accessorizes– AKA throwing on whatever flannel is in rotation out of the several he finds at the thrift store a few blocks over. Wade feels his throat tighten like his jeans do when Logan wears the forest green one. Really brings out his eyes.

And smile. And lips. And–

It's still summer, so on the hotter days, when sweat glistens on his brow and Wade desperately wishes to be the back of Logan's hand, the tank top comes off. All Logan's sweaty, gloriously muscular body has on is a wonderfully worn-in pair of jeans with the hem of black briefs poking out behind the denim waist.

Do they have AC? Yes. Because Wade would have to plan a funeral for Al if they didn't.

But when she's out and about, he likes to turn it off and let the New York heat wave run its course. Sure, it leaves him sticky and gross, but he'd rather be sticky and gross and hard when he can help it.

Luckily, Blind Al is gone for the whole weekend. Some girls trip or a drug mule job. Same difference.

Hypothesis: If he (Wade) turns off the AC, then they (Wade and Logan) will have no choice but to strip naked and end up sticky and gross and hard together!

That's what he was taught in middle school, right?

With the push of a button and a sprinkle of patience, Logan is splayed out on the couch in a matter of hours with a lukewarm beer in hand while fighting his eyelids from dozing off to some random war documentary. Sweat beads on his temples and there's a slight sheen to his skin from his biceps to the lower V pointing down to between his thighs. He chuckles every so often, mumbling things to himself between swigs of beer and shaking his head when the narrator gets something 'wrong.'

Wade busies himself in the kitchen but his eyes are permanently glued to his roommate. He doesn’t miss the way Logan's stomach rises and falls gently, the rock-hard six pack softening into rolling hills of muscle with a layer of dark hair covering as much surface area as immortal-like hormones will allow. Grown out beard, chops, and messy hair really throw the whole look together; very 2000s, if you ask Wade. His pecs look just as soft as a pair of titties, if not softer, and Wade knows it. He'd do anything to lay his perfect little head on Logan's chest. Maybe lick it too, if he's a good boy. 

Logan perks up suddenly from the couch.

Oh God did he say that out loud?

"Wade?"

Wade doesn't hear him. Can't hear him. Half-refuses to hear him, honestly. Daydreaming takes up a whole lotta brain power and this show isn't running itself. Economy, budget cuts, unprecedented times. You know the shtick. 

"Wade."

Nothing but a bead of drool comes out of Wade's mouth. 

Suddenly, there's a crash right behind Wade's head and now he's awake. He whips around to the ale-spattered wall behind him and back to Logan, who's now standing with claws drawn and chest heaving.

Wade swears he's blushing. 

Eyes wide and brow standing up straight like his good little soldier, Wade looks down at the counter before him to find a bloodbath of a scene: one hand's on a knife while the other spews blood all over the yellowed counter tops; there's remnants of a carrot that was finished five minutes ago, followed directly by remnants of fingers cut down to the last fucking knuckle and slice marks beginning down the back of his hand.

Wade holds up his spurting stump, gashed artery doing a spot-on impression of Ol' fucking Faithful.

"Oh. Huh. Thought I smelled something," he says, staring at his now-tingling hand. Baby fingers for the rest of the night were so worth the staring contest with Logan's beautiful body.

"Fuckin' idiot," Logan mutters, sheathing his claws and striding over to the hall closet to grab a towel. Wade's already stopped bleeding, but just because they might be immune to bloodborne pathogens doesn't mean Al is.

"Gah– get back, damn mutt." Logan shoos Dogpool out of the kitchen to prevent her from lapping up her papa's bodily fluids. He throws the towel in Wade's face and goes to grab the bleach out of the cupboard under the sink. Logan learned very quickly where to find it the first time this happened a month or two ago.

"Sorry baby, Mommy's got a boo-boo and Daddy's just trying to help," Wade coos at Dogpool. "You're too good to me, peanut. Someone oughta wife ya up before I do."

Logan responds with a scowl as he tosses the carrots out and tries to keep the counter from staining. "Why th'fuck did you do that?"

"It was time for a new hand. Old one was so last season."

Wade mops up the blood from his arm and wraps the towel onto his head like he's just gotten out of the shower. Holding up his regenerating stump, he poses like a cover model for Vogue.

"Whatcha think, peanut?" He strikes another pose. "Is this doing anything for ya, big boy?"

Logan grunts as he tosses a wad of paper towels into the trash can. He turns to leave the kitchen, eyes flicking to Wade. It's the quickest once over ever, but Wade sees it. Commits it to memory while he pulls a Flashdance in a chair from the kitchen table and follows Logan's denim-clad ass as it sways off to the bathroom. 

"'M gonna go shower. Don't wait up,” Logan calls before shutting the door and locking it. 

Sighing, Wade looks down at his crotch, pants tent pitched higher and tighter than a first-timer on Everest.

Good thing he's ambidextrous.

[skribbyposts]

Another zosan post bc they invade my thoughts every waking moment !! also i'm typing on mobile so this might be weirdly formatted

anyways, hc that Sanji is the MOST TOUCHY DRUNK to ever exist and he's all over all of his crewmates all the time. in addition to this, Sanji is also a fucking horrible lightweight. like.... tipsy after two beers lightweight. Sanji also YAPS to whoever's nearest to him about everything and anything that comes to his mind. Zoro is his main victim all of the time and does not appreciate it (yes he does, hes so gay) and its so funny to the rest of the crew b/c he has to peel a rambling sanji off of him while blushing so much he looks like a really tan tomato.

Nami + Usopp appear briefly here b/c i love their friendship so much heart emoji!!! <3333

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"Ugh, marimo, get off of me."

Zoro sighs from his position pressed against the edge of a bench, having what is arguably the worst time ever in the corner of some random bar he's been dragged to by the rest of the crew.

"I'm not on you, cook. move your goddamn leg."

"No, you move your leg."

Zoro tries in vain to shuffle away from the lanky limb draped across his lap, narrowly avoiding spilling his beer all across said limb.

The blonde always got touchy when he was drunk, plastering his entire body on the nearest person and talking their ear off for the remainder of the night.

Somehow, it was always Zoro who ended up with a tipsy Sanji draped over him, his breath smelling strongly of cheap liquor as he rambled about god knows what.

Zoro sighs again, resigning himself to his fate as the blond proceeds to hook his heel around one of Zoro's legs and pull himself forward so that he's pressed up against the other man's side. Zoro feels Sanji's elbow poking his arm. He tells himself it's very unpleasant.

"Yknow, you're coming with me to get... uh... groceries tomorrow. Yeah. We need bread."

"You've told me that three times tonight."

"Well, I'm telling you again, you algae head." Sanji lolls his head back to look at the ceiling, using the hand not trapped between them to loosely gesture at the man next to him.

"Nice one," Zoro deadpans.

"Oh, fuck you," Sanji replies, and then rests his head on Zoro's shoulder. "you want hamburgers for lunch tomorrow?" he asks over the loud murmur of the bar.

Zoro, however, does not reply. Instead, he stares straight ahead and tries to focus on the fact that Sanji's chin is digging uncomfortably into his shoulder rather than how his face is inches away.

Sanji doesn't seem to notice, his breath fanning along Zoro's cheek as he prattles on about brioche buns.

Zoro is trying very hard to stay still, internally processing the warmth of the cook's flushed face against his own and sending a silent prayer to whatever deity is out there this will be over soon. He also pointedly does not look at Nami and Usopp snickering over their wine glasses in the corner either.

He's snapped out of his impromptu staring contest with a stain on the wall when he feels Sanji slump almost completely off of the chair, and then suffers a mini heart attack when the blond kicks his legs up on the other side of the bench and straight up puts his head in Zoro's lap.

Zoro stares down at him in surprise and Sanji stares back, both eyes visible with his bangs swept out of his face. They're half-lidded and his face is tinted red from the liquor. Neither of them says anything, for a moment. Sanji's gaze sweeps across Zoro's face, looking for something. He pauses, and Zoro has to clamp his mouth shut because every time he sees Sanji like this he suddenly gains the inexplicable urge to say I've been in love with you for three years, please make out with me, which would be very bad.

The cook's eyebrows furrow, and he parts his pretty, pink lips before mumbling softly;

"...Did you get a haircut?"

Zoro throws his head back and groans. "That's it, we're going back to the ship."

He can hear Nami and Usopp's shrieking laughter clearly, even over Sanji's slurred protests as Zoro chugs the rest of his beer, hoists the fucking idiot up on his back, and marches out of the bar.

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Zoro did, in fact, get a haircut. Sanji should know b/c hes the one who did it lmao. Also, it takes Zoro an hour to walk the 15 minutes back to the ship, and Sanji talks about bread the entire time.

Am i making Zoro whipped for Sanji because i am whipped for Sanji? Interesting question, indeed. Will i ever stop? No.

Ty to my loyal 5 followers i gained yesterday!!! shoutout to yall.

Also i would REALLY appreciate comments about how i can improve my writing style so if you have any feedback please comment !!!!!

okay bye :p

[chishiyaisasnack]

Dare, part 7

Part 6

Hello again! Long time no see. My writers block is still in full effect. Anyway, here’s a little fun one. It’s not very smutty but that was all I could muster this time. I do have bigger plans for the next chapter, and hopefully it won’t take me 6 months to finish it.

Disclaimer! This is (light) smut. Minors and those of you who don’t like the topic, please stay away.

It’s written and posted on mobile so I apologize for any wierd formatting.

How did you end up in a cleaning closet in the meeting room that all the executives were going to gather in, in approximately three minutes? And how did Chishiya end up in it with you? Those were some of the questions that were buzzing through your mind as of this very moment.

”I did not agree to this,” you scolded him, not sure what you did agree to, to be honest. The tiny room was filled with things such as vacuum cleaners (covered in dust, what an irony), mops, drawers and buckets stacked on top of eachother on said drawers - all lit by a dank, yellow lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. For such a nice hotel, this cleaning and supply closet had been severely neglected.

”You said that you would help me clean, remember?” Chishiya shot back at you, his back turned against you as he rummaged through some cabinet filled with different types of detergents and cleaning products.

”This isn’t cleaning though, is it?” No matter how many taps with your foot on the wooden floor, annoyed sighs you made or ”hurry up” coming from your mouth, Chishiya still wasn’t done when you heard the entrance door to the meeting room open. The air was filled with voices, becoming clearer after each person that entered the room. You were out of time, if you wanted to get out of here you had to go now. One last look - okay, glare - at Chishiya, who had stopped his rummaging and were putting something in the pocket of his hoodie before him turning around to face you, and you were ready to leave all this dust behind you (Chishiya included).

”You are just going through stuff in drawers,” you hissed at him, only making him smirk. ”That is not cleaning.”

In the background, chairs started scratching against the floor as the excecutives started to sit down. They were right outside the door now and you could hear every word they were saying.

”I guess Chishiya won’t grace us with his presence today,” the Hatter exclaimed loudly in the joined room, followed by a sigh that was probably heard across all of Tokyo. ”I guess we’ll start the meeting without him.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest as the stress of getting the hell out of there was pouring over you. They were going to hear you, they were going to think that you were listening in on them. Or worst of all - they would try to make you join them. Hell no, you were getting out of the damn closet.

”Okay I’m leav-”

Chishiya slapped a hand over your mouth before you even had a chance to turn away from him, and grinned back at your horrified expression. What the hell was he doing?

Your eyes were shooting daggers into Chishiya’s dark orbs, silently telling him to let you leave the closet before they started the meeting and said something that you didn’t want to hear. You were not going to be an accomplice to whatever scheme they were making. There was a reason why you refused to be in that group of idiots. Standing up straight, you took a quick breath and reached for the door handle, just to be grabbed by Chishiya’s hand and dragged further back into the closet.

”If you leave now they’ll force you to join in,” he whispered, so amused by the situation that you wanted to kick him in the shin.

”If I don’t leave now they’ll think I’ve been listening behind their backs,” you hissed as low as you could while pulling your arm out of his grip.

”Are we starting this or not?” Niragis irritated - make that irritating - voice broke the stare off between the two of you and you made another leap for the door. Just to once again be stopped by the man next to you, who this time decided to force you out of his way and block the door with his body. God damn it.

”Fine,” you muttered. ”I’m not listening to them though,”

Chishiya smirked and watched as you took a few steps further back into the small room. You thought that the further in you were the less they would be able to hear you when you eventually would cuss Chishiya out for whatever he would do next. What he did do next was not a scenario you had expected.

”This might take a while,” he whispered, following you like a shadow. ”We should do something to pass the time.”

Reaching the end of the closet, now fully turned towards him again, confusion took over your annoyance for a second. What did he mean with ”something to pass the time”?

Before you could utter even a ”huh”, Chishiya had gotten closer, now so close that you could feel his body against yours. His hoodie was soft against your skin when he took one last step and was now flushed against you. Soft lips and pointy hair tickled the side of your neck as he spoke again.

”I dare you to not make a single noise before those people leave the room,” he said, his voice barely a whisper aganist your ear but still so loud that every nerve in your body turned to life. Slender fingers ghosted over you arm, from your fingers to your elbow, then back down again before running them along the bottom of your shirt, teasing them along your stomach. Oh, that bastard.

Still, you couldn’t deny how good he was at getting you going. Your breath had already sped up, your hands clenched onto the sides of his hoodie and that tingling feeling between your legs was already there. You barely registered that his hand had moved further down and was now playing with the waistband of your shorts, successfully popping the button open before reality finally hit your lust clouded mind and snapped your eyes open. When did you even close them? Moving your head back so that you could look at him, you shot daggers into his eyes, seemingly making him even more amused than he already was.

”What the fuck are you doing?!” you mimed at him, but that only made his grin wider and his hand snake it’s way down your pants faster.

You wanted to stop him, but you also wanted him to continue and get into your panties already. Conflicting feelings, but you knew that the latter was the one that was going to win. Pissed at yourself for giving up your pride so easily, you spread your legs a little to give him better access. Chishiya was so happy with himself right now, you could feel it in the way that he wiggled his hand under the waistband of your underwear and gently stroked over the skin above your center, taking an extra second to linger there just to tease you just that tiny bit more before finally moving further down.

A warm finger slid over your outer folds, treathening you enter at any second but still taking its sweet time. You dug your nails down into Chishiya’s arm to try to ground yourself while you were waiting for him to stop toying with you and touch you properly, but as usual he had other ideas. You could feel the smile on his lips as he pressed them against your neck, right below your ear, dragging out a soft sigh from your throat.

”Shh, they’ll hear you,” he whispered softly before pressing his lips down again. A light dab from his finger reached your clit, and even though it was barely a touch it sent a jolt through your body. Smirking at your response, Chishiya finally started to move his finger - unfortunately it seemed that he had lost all memories of how to do it properly. You knew that he was having fun messing with you by the way his finger just happend to miss your clit while drawing circles around it. If you didn’t know better you would think that this was his first time ever touching a vagina. You rocked your hips in frustration, trying to get him to stop his teasing, and with a silent, snickering, huff of air against your ear he stopped playing and started stroking you just the way you needed him to. Slow, calculated motions that sent electricity through your body. He knew exactly how much pressure you wanted, what speed you needed, and he gave it all to you.

”Feel good?” Chishiyas words were barely there, so soft and quiet that you almost thought that you imagined them. A tiny nod was all you could give him, your face now buried in the hoodie on his shoulder to make sure to keep quiet, and to muffle any possible noise you unthinkingly made. You would not lose this time, you refused.

The voices outside were long gone from your mind. Even if they were there, your ears had blocked them out and replaced them with the sound of your own heartbeat mixed with Chishiya’s breathing. It was almost as fast as your own, flowing next to you like a calming white noise. That, blended with the smell of him clouded your mind and let you enjoy the warmth that his fingers quickening pace was giving you. It felt good. So good.

It didn’t take long for you to feel it, the tightening in your belly, the fire heating up your body, the bliss that was going to spill over. You dug your nails down a bit harder, earning more pressure from his finger, driving you closer and closer and-

*SLAM*

Both you and Chishiya froze, teeth clenched to not make any sudden noise and give away your position.

”Let’s just fucking kill them off then!” Niragis voice echoed through the room, merely a few meters from where you and Chishiya was fixed in place. His hand was still between your legs but he had stopped moving it in preparation of getting caught. Slowly, you lifted your head up from his neck and stared at him, trying to find any help with how to react, but Chishiyas eyes were excited. How was he always so calm during situations like this? One noise and you’d both be busted, and yet here he was, with that stupid smirk while waiting for what would happen next.

Seconds felt like hours as you both stood there in complete silence, waiting for Niragi to walk away from the door seperating the group from the two of you. Your heart was racing and beads of sweat were starting to form on your neck as you held your breath. Fuck, what if he tried opening the door? What if he slammed his gun into it instead of the wall and accidentally broke it open? Just to see you standing there with Chishiyas hand inbetween your legs. There was no bullshitting your way out of that. You would have to live with the constant harassment of the beach making fun of -

The finger pressing down on your clit abruptly interrupted your thoughs and you couldn’t help but to almost squeal in suprise. Thankfully you were clenching your teeth hard enough to not let it slip out, but Chishiya’s face was amused nontheless.

Thankfully Niragi decided to head back to the table and leave the door alone without any further slamming on walls. As soon as you heard the footsteps become lighter you let your head fall back onto Chishiya’s shoulder, choosing to ignore the excited expression that was plastered all over his face. If you didn’t know better you would think he was trying to get caught. You barely had time to let go of the breath you had been holding in, before his fingers returned with full force and pushed your body right back to where he had left you - on fire and with that tight knot in your belly that was so close to unravelling.

”Hmm…” he hummed happily into your ear, fingers not relenting. ”It feels like you enjoy almost being caught.”

”Shut… up…” you tried to mouth back at him, but as soon as your mouth opened his fingers found their way to your entry. Inch by agonizing inch two of his fingers sank deeper until he started to rythmically move them, stroking your walls with ease from how wet you were. He let the palm of his hand rub against your clit while his fingers rubbed your sweet spot over and over again, guiding you to the orgasm your body had been holding in.

You came with a huff of air, muffled by the white fabric that you were desperately clinging on to. Chishiya continued to pleasure you through your climax, softer and slower but still enough to drag out every possible second of bliss. When you were finally coming down from your high you raised your head back up and took a deep breath, which you almost choked on when you heard the chairs in the room outside all slide over the floor at the same time.

”Okay, the first one to see Chishiya will tell him to come and see me,” the Hatter loudly ordered the crowd, clearly bothered that he would have to repeat the meeting to the man who had heard it all, but ignored it to play games with you. His voice was followed by footsteps, and just like that the room was empty again.

”Good job,” Chishiya smugly whispered before removing his hand from your panties, to then nonchalantly wipe his fingers on his own swim shorts. Your eyes followed the way they curled into the fabric, swirling around on there to dry off any traces of you before heading out. You crinkled your nose at it and hoped that he would wash them as soon as he got back to his room - but then realisation hit you like a brick.

”How are you not hard?” The slight squeak in your voice turned his attention towards you once again. The front of his shorts were flat as a pancake and his hoodie wasn’t even covering up that particular area.

”Why do you ask?” Chishiyas was enjoying your suffering and shame, no doubt about it. ”Do you want to get me off too?”

He swung his hips back and forth, mocking you.

”No thanks,” you retaliated, sour that he was able to keep such control of his body while you had just let him finger you in a dusty closet with people outside. You decided to change the topic. ”So what do I get for winning?”

”You get the honour of washing my shorts later.”

[arsenatupin]

Born from a writing prompt last year on Reddit

After boarding my ship for the new exploration program, I took the letter that my previous commander slipped me when he learned I was gonna take my first command and have some human crew with me. It seemed strange, but boarding was done, we were on the way and outside routine reports, I had nothing else to do.

„Dear Sterpiin,

Congratulations on passing the command examination and lending your first exploration vessel. I learned you were assigned to sector 235B and you had some human crew on board. Read carefully my letter as its content means survival of your crew and success of your mission.

You see, the humans had this custom when they were still exploiting minerals on their home planet. They were bringing a yellow flying pet with them underground and if it died, it means danger and the humans were running away from that place.

Now what I’m trying to say is this: if you land on a planet, all your instruments say the atmosphere is breathable and you don’t detect any dangerous wildlife, turn to your nearest human crew member and ask them what they think of this new planet you just landed. This human is your flying pet. If it tells you, that it ressembles any part of their home planet, you put a gag-order on the ship and don’t let anyone set a single step outside.

I was on one of the first explorations with humans in year 2,523 A.S. We landed on a planet full with dense vegetation and some insectoid form of life. The human said it reminded him of a place called Amazonia on his planet. After 3 cerelan hours, we had two crew members dead after being bitten by a 8-legged horror not bigger than a plate, and some small 6-legged entities invaded the ship by thousands. Those were the worst, they dilapidated our provisions, cut cables and melt several of our Xeraus friends with some acid in their buttocks. We lost 10% of the crew before running away, 25% more due to deficiency of survival systems in the following weeks and the rest barely made it home due to food rationing. When we asked the human about it, he said that they had the same kind of bio-hazard on their planet and as they used to see those all the time, he didn’t think there would have been any issue.

Remember it well, what humans consider home is a lethal environnement for most of us and our allies. They don’t mean to downplay the dangers, they just don’t see them, they are numb and quite immune themselves.

Your human crew is your flying pet for minerals adapted to space travel. If they say that the planet you landed reminds them of any place on their planet, DON’T EXPLORE!

Wishing you safe travel out there!

PS: be careful of any pet native from their home planet that they bring onboard. Some are obedient to them, but others just ignore all instructions and knock things all over the place

Sincerely yours,

Commander Fhiljan”

I put down the letter and thought pensively... I should ask a human for the name of this yellow flying pet, that could be useful.

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First time writing a prompt, advice welcomed (written on mobile sorry for formatting)

[olivepicks]

Hi! I was wondering if you can do a platonic Curtis gang randomly getting cuteness aggression for the younger Curtis sister!reader (like 12 years old)? Also can it please be hc’s? 😚🫶

‘ CUTENESS AGGRESSION. ’

— CURTIS GANG W/ KID SISTER! READER HCS

note. thanks for the cute request! i hope these are everything that you hoped they would be - i wasn’t exactly sure what i was doing, so i hope these came out right! <3

warnings. kid sister! reader, fem reader, foul language, mobile formatting

characters. ( all together ) darry curtis, sodapop curtis, ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, dallas winston, steve randle, two-bit matthews

oh, they all loved you from the very beginning, and even if they didn’t, no one dared to utter a single peep about not liking you - lest someone get overly defensive (darry).

it took no time for each member to feel some sort of brotherly connection to the youngest curtis sibling - even ol’ Dally was somewhat fond of your presence.

“you’re so fuckin’… this kid,” Dallas gritted out, and some would assume by that tone that he was irritated. and he was. he didn’t mean to forget his favorite brown bomber jacket at the curtis residence, but now, he feared he could never take it back.

it simply looked too cute on you. Dallas roughly rubbed the top of your head, easily tangling and messing up your hair before he could even stop himself. “keep the fuckin’ jacket, whaddo i care.”

his cuteness aggression comes in the form of over exaggerated cussing, and a lot of pacing and clenching his fists - because he just doesn’t know what the hell to do with the feeling.

Steve had a bad habit of unironically pinching your cheeks, or yanking at a small lock of your hair - not roughly, and not meant to be mean. he just.. does it?

if you pick up on any of his habits, hell you could just be mocking the way he laughs, Steve goes nuts. he can’t control how giddy he feels - you’re probably his favorite Curtis, next to Sodapop.

Steve actually likes to include you in things, unlike with Ponyboy. and you have him wrapped around your little finger - if you call him ‘Uncle Steve’, he’ll do anything for you.

“look man, she said Uncle Steve! what’s a guy gonna do? not get her the candy?” Steve huffed, emptying his pockets of your favorite candy into your younger hands.

yes. they will steal things for you if prompted - or hell, if they even just feel like it. Two-bit is the worst when it comes to this, being a veteran shoplift.

Two-bit is known for stealing anything that isn’t nailed to the shelf, so it’s no surprise that he just up and starts.. politely taking things. yeah, that’s how he phrases it.

and your reaction each time is what spurs him to steal again. “what? she’s too cute, ya can’t expect me ta not get her the stupid knife.”

(yes, he shoplifts a pocket knife for you. yes, Darry smacks him over the head and confiscates it from him before he can give it to you, much to Two-bit’s disappointment.)

“took me three hours to steal the damn thing for her, and now it’s in Superman’s pocket, man!”

Johnny’s cuteness aggression is very hard to notice, because he keeps it so well. he’s not one to be loud or lash out like the others in their obvious ways.

sometimes, whenever you grin that toothy grin of yours or say ‘thank you johnny!’ in that goofy kid tone of yours, he just stands there in silence, processing it — hands clenched.

“…no problem, kid.” that’s what he often calls you, kid. sure, they all refer to you as such, but he explicitly only ever refers to you as such. he really doesn’t feel cuteness aggression often, but he does love you like family - hell, he’d consider you more of his family than his own ma and pa.

opposite of that, Sodapop is a known hugger - the guy truly gets high off of plain old living. so, his little sister doin’ some cute shit? ohhhh, you bet he’s scooping you up into a tight hug.

“ohhh you, so damn - i, darn, cute! stop that!” Sodapop quickly corrected his foul language at the look Darry gave him, squeezing you into his arms.

this may be more of a Curtis Sibling! Reader headcanon than cuteness aggression, but Sodapop will often just walk around with you whilst hanging off of you. He just likes being close with his little sister.

“shuddup, i am not clingy!” Sodapop huffed, not even bothering to sit up from where he flopped over your legs.

with Ponyboy, it’s not so much as cuteness aggression as it is pride?? you two aren’t that far apart in age, and being fourteen, he just doesn’t view it as cute as the others do.

he often gets mad because some, like Two-bit, tease and say that he’s jealous of the attention.

the most he’ll get is what he calls a sense of pride, like when you pass a test he helped you study for. he’ll take you out to a movie with him, or just plain celebrate by giving you the last slice of chocolate cake!

“now don’t go tellin’ Sodapop i gave you his last slice, ya hear?”

last but certainly not least, Darry, your eldest brother. he likes to swear that he doesn’t get cuteness aggression, but it’s a bold faced lie.

sometimes he gets so excited or proud of just plain ol’ happy over how cute you are that he’ll scoop you up and give you piggy back rides! it’s horrible for his already aching back, but he can’t help it in the moment - he’s all smiles!

he doesn’t get like this too often anymore, especially once he became in charge of his siblings. the stress and worry often bogged him down - but there is the rare moment now and then where he gives ya an ol jump and piggy back ride. (when it happens, he realizes how much he misses being just your big brother..)

they all have their own ways of expressing it, some more than others, or not at all (Ponyboy). either way, they’re all more than happy to have you be an honorary member of their makeshift gang (even if some won’t admit it, coughcoughdallycough).

written by olivepicks.

[hoseokhasmyheartxx]

For the writing prompt! 2 and 135 with Namjoon!😏☺️

Come Home With Me | KNJ

*Pairing: fuckboy!Namjoon x f!Reader *Word Count: 2.4k *Genre: SMUT, fluff, FWB-to-??, non idol AU *Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT, MINORS DNI. jealousy, lack of communication, honestly they’re both idiots; dom!Joon, reader just goes along with it (isn’t really sub/switch/anything); piv sex, counter sex, bathroom sex, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, breast play, nfcm, some fluffy moments scattered throughout because I can never write anything without the feels *Summary: Jealousy is an ugly emotion, especially when it comes to friends-with-benefits. Too bad you can’t hide yours any longer. *A/N: welp this is the first thing i’ve written in literal months, so bear with me if it’s terrible. i finally got some inspiration one night and decided to just go with it. also sorry for the formatting, posting on mobile sucks.

Prompts come from this post!

Main Masterlist

Who would’ve thought that you would end up here.

Staring, frozen, watching the man you love shove his tongue down another woman’s throat at a party thrown by your best friend.

The worst part of this? The worst part of all this is that he doesn’t even know you love him. Sure, you’d been fooling around with him for the better part of a year now, but you’d agreed from day one that it wasn’t exclusive.

Kim Namjoon wasn’t an “exclusive” person. He didn’t do relationships. Everyone knew that. And you weren’t any different. There was nothing special about you that would change his ways. But the knowledge of this fact didn’t change the way you felt, the acid in your throat threatening to come up.

You spun around on your heels, bumping your shoulder against the corner of the wall to your right as you fled from the room. Hissing out a few curse words, you then silently cursed yourself as you knew there was no way he hadn’t heard you. You chose to forget it, making your way back down the hallway leading to the main room.

“_____,” a deep voice from behind you called. You continued walking, ignoring Namjoon’s plea for your attention.

You only made it a few more feet before you were shoved from behind into the bathroom at the end of the hall. You stood still, silent as the door clicked shut behind you.

“_____,” Namjoon repeated.

You slowly turned to face him, not at all wanting to have this conversation. Peering up at him, you watched for any sign of any emotion on his face, but he was unreadable, as always.

“What?” you asked flatly.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his statement. Of course you weren’t supposed to see it. That’s why he did it far away from you, or anyone else who may have seen. But, as luck would have it, you did see it.

“Look,” Namjoon sighed, “We aren’t exclusive. But even so, I’m not trying to flaunt any hookups right in front of your face. I’m not that much of an ass.”

You scoffed. “Oh, thanks so much for your consideration. I’ll make sure to ask you if you’re bringing someone the next time Jimin has a party so I know to stay home.”

You moved to step around him to exit the bathroom, but were stopped by his large hand grabbing your waist.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” Namjoon asked, eyes boring into yours.

“No.” You averted his gaze, refusing to look at him any longer. You weren’t in any position to be jealous when you knew he wasn’t yours. But you were, and you hated yourself for it.

Namjoon lifted his other hand, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t lie to me. Are you jealous?” he repeated.

With a shaky breath, you nodded.

“Why?”

“I just— I just am,” you choked out.

You watched as Namjoon tightened his jaw, glaring down at you.

“You are the one who said this was just fun. You said you weren’t looking for anything serious. How can you be jealous?” he questioned.

“Of course I said that, Namjoon. You don’t do relationships. What was I supposed to say, that I expected you to change everything about yourself and make me your girlfriend?”

His fingers never left your chin, eyes never left yours.

“If you didn’t want something casual, why would you agree to this? That’s not fair to you,” Namjoon asked, stroking your cheek.

Your anxiety over him possibly finding out how you felt was ebbing. This was one of many effects he had on you. Without even trying, he could ease your mind, calm you down, with the slightest of touches.

“Because. That’s— that’s the only way I could ever have you,” you finally admitted.

He furrowed his brow, staring down at you still.

“You’ve always had me,” Namjoon said, voice lowered, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you against him. His lips captured yours in a desperate kiss, his other hand moving to grip the side of your neck.

You returned the kiss, hands coming up to fist his shirt. He backed you up against the bathroom counter, trapping you there, lips not leaving yours. His tongue swiped across the seam of your lips, pulling a small gasp from you as you opened for him. His tongue overtook yours, his mouth engulfing you in passion and burning you from the inside out.

As he pushed you harder against the counter, he broke the kiss, his chest heaving against you as he steadied his breathing.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You struggled to form words, brain still foggy from his dizzying kiss. “I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same way.” You traced circles on his chest, avoiding his gaze.

“I would have. I mean, I do. C’mon, think about it. I don’t stay the night with my hookups. I don’t call my hookups in the middle of the day just to hear their voice. I don’t… I don’t do any of that stuff with anyone, except you. If you would’ve just told me how you felt… you would’ve been mine a long time ago,” Namjoon breathed out.

You looked up at him, small smile curling on your lips. Standing on your tiptoes, you kissed the corner of his mouth, working your way across his jawline and down to the space just below his ear. Nipping at his earlobe, you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold yourself steady on your tiptoes.

“Shut up and take your pants off,” you whispered in his ear. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks, knowing what was next.

Namjoon needed to be in control. Any hint of dominance shown from his partner, and it flipped a switch inside of him. His eyes darken, pupils blown out with desire.

Just like that, he ripped your shirt over your head, claiming your lips again as he reached behind you to unclasp your bra. His large hand immediately moved to your breast, massaging it as he sucked your lower lip in between his teeth. He bit down, not hard enough to really hurt but still enough to get your attention. You hissed, and Namjoon sucked your lip back into his mouth, easing the pain.

He lowered his head, wrapping his full lips around a nipple, beginning to lick and suck at the pebbled nub. You whine, encouraging him to continue. His sucks grow stronger, jolts of pleasure coursing through you, straight down to your core.

His fingers work to unbutton your jeans, pushing them down your thighs with both hands, his lips moving from your breast down to the flesh underneath it. Kissing down your stomach, he dropped to his knees, pulling your jeans the rest of the way off, lifting each foot carefully to rid you of your bottoms.

Standing in just your panties, with Namjoon on his knees in front of you, leaves you feeling vulnerable but highly aroused. The cool air from the bathroom vent makes you shiver, goosebumps pebbling your skin. His hands trail up your thighs, grabbing the waistband of your panties and tugging them off.

Suddenly, he’s lifting you up, sitting you on the edge of the counter, draping your leg over his shoulder. You gasp, reaching for anything to help you find your balance. Your hands settle on the countertop just as Namjoon pulls you forward, pushing your other leg away to spread your center.

Before you have a chance to get your bearings, Namjoon’s mouth is on your pussy, tongue warm against your flesh. You gasp, watching as he dives in. His tongue traces around you, avoiding your most sensitive spot as he looks up at you, cocky glint in his eyes.

“Fuck,” you breathe out as Namjoon’s lips finally claim your clit, sucking just a bit before he lets go. He licks broad stripes up and down your center, lips dragging against your clit every time he passes it. He holds your thigh tightly, keeping you still as you squirm underneath his ministrations.

His other hand comes up to your center, fingers tracing around your hole. You jolt, the new sensation only adding to your pleasure. He slowly inserts one finger, then two, chuckling against you. Pulling his mouth away from you, smirking, he teases, “This all for me?”

You nod, hand coming down to card your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, just for you.”

Namjoon begins pumping his fingers in and out of you, causing you to arch your back, your shoulders resting against the mirror. You pull your free leg up to rest your foot on the counter, spreading yourself more for him.

His fingers find your spot with ease. After all, he knows your body better than anyone else. You moan, tensing as his tongue reconnects with your clit. His movements become hurried, sloppy. The noises caused by his fingers thrusting into you fill the tiny bathroom, your juices dripping down his palm and wrist.

Your whines grow higher-pitched as you cant your hips, grinding your pussy against Namjoon’s tongue. He doesn’t relent, tongue working through your folds, hitting all your spots.

“Joon—,” you gasp, feeling the knot begin to tighten in your stomach.

“Yeah? Come for me, baby,” Namjoon growls, “Now.”

With a few more flicks of his tongue, you’re coming undone, falling over a precipice that you never want to be on again. Your muscles tighten, your pussy clenches around his fingers as your moans tumble out and you grasp at his hair, tugging him closer to you.

His big hands grip your thighs, fingers leaving indents in the skin. He doesn’t stop mouthing at your folds until you’re pushing him away, overstimulated and over exerted.

Namjoon stands, letting your leg fall from his shoulder as he meets you face to face, his hands resting on the edges of the countertop. He kisses you, his plush lips brushing against yours lightly before he rests his forehead on yours. Your breathing steadies, his presence calming you just as it always does.

“Baby,” Namjoon breathes out, his chest heaving.

“Yeah?” you ask, hands moving to the hem of his shirt, lifting it to remove the garment. He backs up, letting you lift the shirt up his torso and off his body with ease.

He kisses you again, desire glinting in his eyes. You watch as he undoes his belt and works his jeans down his thick thighs, still standing in front of you. His erection is obvious, tenting the front of his black boxer briefs. He palms himself, tipping his head back as he lets out a ragged breath.

“Let me fuck you, please.”

Stepping out of his boxer briefs, he closes in on you, hands gripping your thighs as he kisses you slowly, his tongue lazily working its way into your mouth.

“We don’t have a lot of time…” you trailed off, hands gripping his waist as you pulled him even closer to you.

“I know,” he mutters between kisses, “I swear I’ll make it up to you.”

You nod against his lips, pulling his body in between your thighs, gasping softly as his length makes contact with your core.

He grips himself, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds until he’s at your entrance. You brace yourself, mentally preparing. He pushes into you slowly, inch by inch, until he bottoms out against your pelvis. You take a few breaths as you adjust to his size, resting your forehead on his collarbone.

“Can I-?” Namjoon whispers, kissing slowly down your neck to your shoulder.

You nod against his shoulder, wrapping your legs around his waist just as he pulls out and thrusts back into you. You choke out a moan, Namjoon’s hips already snapping into you at a relentless pace.

His hands latch onto your hips, pulling you farther onto his cock, hitting deeper than ever. His cock drags against your walls, the angle allowing his cockhead to touch at your g-spot on every thrust.

“Don’t-,” Namjoon begins, struggling to steady his breathing as he continues, “Don’t ever question how I feel about you again. Understand?”

You whine his name, your mouth falling open as your head lolls back. You’re almost limp in his arms, letting him take you the way he needs.

“Understand?” Namjoon repeats, grabbing your chin to kiss you.

“Yes! Yes, I understand,” you cry out. You throw your arms around his shoulders to balance yourself, holding yourself up as Namjoon pulls you to the edge of the counter. His hips begin to stutter, telling you he’s close to his peak.

“Baby,” Namjoon repeats for what feels like the tenth time in the span of twenty minutes.

“Come inside me,” you gasp out, feeling yourself near your second high of the night.

Namjoon groans, pushing his cock as deep as he can. He stills against you, his fingers bruising the flesh of your waist as he comes. His face falls to the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he pants, his hips jerking as he fills you up. He reaches between your bodies, fingers rubbing your clit in circular motions until you cry out, coming on his cock just like he wanted.

Your fingers dance across his shoulder blades as you breathe with him. Your chests rise and fall together, neither of you moving.

“We have a lot to talk about,” Namjoon starts.

You giggle and nod. He kisses you once more, slowly pulling out of you.

“We do, but we have a lot of time for that. Come home with me?” you ask, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

Namjoon looks down at you, pupils beginning to dilate in lust again. He caresses your jawline, pulling you closer to him.

“Let me make it up to you when we get there.”

You nod, following his lead to clean yourself up and make yourself presentable before exiting the bathroom. Before opening the bathroom door, Namjoon turns to face you, holding your hands at your waist, squeezing them gently as he smiles a soft smile.

Who would’ve thought that you’d end up here.

Staring, frozen, smiling up at the man you love, knowing that he loves you, too.

[yanderes-galore]

Can I ask for a yandere alphabet for Reaper (Gabriel Reyes) from Overwatch?

Of course! Here's some more Reaper :) Written on PC instead of mobile, sorry for formatting issues.

Yandere Alphabet - Reaper

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence/Murder, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Slight sadism, Breaking and entering, Denial, Reaper watches you sleep, Brief marking mention, Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Reaper tries to take his time before getting involved with you. He knows he probably shouldn't but he just can't help but watch you. Reaper primarily watches his darling so he isn't very affectionate in the physical sense.

Once he allows himself to indulge, he can be intense. However, for the first half of his obsession he is rather tame. This is due to the fact he is mostly just watching you from a distance.

The moment he decides to just take you, though... he's intense with both affection and his obsession in general.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Messy. Reaper is a mercenary, it is basically his job to take out targets. He sees it all as just a job for the most part. While he sometimes take joy from it, it's primarily just something he has to do.

He takes out those he doesn't like around you behind your back and makes it all look like an accident. He does everything he can to make it look like he wasn't involved. Things like this distract him from his feelings for you... a thing he tries to ignore before he can't take it anymore.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Reaper may mock a little bit but for the most part he doesn't. By the time he has you he has worked for this moment. So he tries to tend to your needs and learn about his feeling issue.

He cares for you and isn't entirely cold towards you. Although it is hard for him to show that at times. It's not like he's felt this way before. If he has it's been a long time since then.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Most likely. He'll try being patient but that has its limits. The moment he has you under his care, hidden by him with help from Talon, it's hard to go against what Reaper claims/says.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He isn't a very vulnerable person. He rarely opens up to you if at all and you often not know much about him or his past. He cares for you... he's just very hard to read.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Annoyed. Part of him understands, you're in an unfamiliar place and taken by a stranger. He gets that... yet part of him wishes you'd adapt quicker.

He would try to push aside your fight but sometimes just allows it to play out. Soon you'll get tired. Soon you'll realize it's pointless.

Soon... he just needs to wait a bit more.

He's good at that.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He both finds it annoying yet also enjoys chasing you down at times. He knows it's pointless as he'll find you again, but it seems you don't.

So part of him feels a bit excited at times to see you come to the realization that escape is pointless.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

It would either be the abduction or after the abduction. Before that he's just a phantom in the back of your mind. Afterwards... well he's all you ever see.

I'd personally say everything from the initial abduction to the isolation afterwards.

It scares you that the only person you can rely on is a man on the brink between life and death... one that's the embodiment of the Grim Reaper. A man who has killed before and will kill again, perhaps even for you.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Reaper hasn't really thought of it. The future is uncertain. All he really knows is he wants you and tries to keep you close. He wants no one else around you... he just wants it to be the two of you.

So he'll keep it that way.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

It's really hard to read Reaper but I'd say he gets jealous. At first he finds a way to cope with it. Yet there comes a time he just doesn't care anymore and just eliminates the problem.

The last option happens closer to when he just decides to take you. His first sign of snapping.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Distant, sometimes cold. He's barely there before he takes you. When he does he tries his best to connect. He's shown to be ruthless with others, but with you he tries to be gentle.

He tries to speak to you in a deep and raspy voice. He tries to be more comfortable for you. Yet it's a struggle for the both of you.

In terms of affection it's usually just "offering protection". Although when you are more receptible he tries more physical forms of affection. Like attempts at comforting hugs... even if you go rigid against him like some corpse.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Reaper spends a good deal of time stalking you at first. He tries to ignore such desires but can't help it. Then it escalates from just watching.

He goes from watching from a distance to watching closer. Sometimes he finds himself entering your home to watch you as you slumber. Sometimes he reaches out to gently touch you. He tries to restrain himself but it's all to satiate his desires.

Unfortunately, the more he indulges, the more he wants more.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

I'd say so. He is more gentle with you even if it's difficult for him.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

While he is used to violence I'd say he'd isolate you from even himself. The moment he hears you begging for him to take you back, he feels you've learned your lesson. Although... maybe he is one to mark you in some way?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Nearly all of them. You're under Talon watch now.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He can be very patient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Probably, with a lot of time. He'd probably try to get you back though. As much as he hates the idea, he can probably ask Moira to help him if you ever died.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Probably trauma and a yearning for some sort of normalcy in his life.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He tries to give you your space. As stated before, you'll stop at some point. He's just... really bad at comforting people.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Not really? Unsure.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Probably none. Once you're with him you're sort of stuck.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Probably. He tries not to though. It's mostly those around you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere but would hunt you down until he found you if he lost you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A long time. Maybe months to a year and a half?

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes, unfortunately.

[maxvkisser]

heard ur looking for requests👀 how about sneaking around with lando or sargeant from your older brother who’s maybe a driver as well? thanksss <3

Sneaky

a/n - Hiii tysm for requesting!! I decided to write for Logan x male reader because not enough people write for him! (Sorry if it's formatted like shit I'm on mobile) i made readers brother Alex hope you like it !

Warnings - none, sneaking around (?)

Reader - male

It was a regular race weekend and you got to be on the paddock because your older brother, Alex Albon, is racing for Williams, totally not because you want to see his teammate who's also your boyfriend, the worst part was sneaking around Alex, who didn't know that you and Logan were dating, and you didn't know how he'd feel about you dating his literal teammate. The race was finished and Logan surprisingly got a high place for a williams, along with Alex who was one place behind him, you were happy for the both of them. Right now you were talking to your brother about the race, and saw Logan from the corner of your eye with his suit half off, you excused yourself from the conversation, following Logan to his drivers room. The two of you got to his drivers room, you immediately congratulated him on his place, kissing his cheek "Logan you got an amazing place, that was an incredible race for you!" You said smiling, while lightly punching his shoulder, he smiled, chuckling "thank you, thank you" he said and kissed you, the two of you kissed for a while and then cuddled on the excuse of the bed the drivers have in their drivers room, then you heard your brother calling out to you, it has probably been around 10 minutes since you left him, and you two probably need to head back to the hotel now "oh fuck" you whispered to yourself, Logan let out a sigh "I'll see you later babe" he said, kissing your cheek "you should probably wait till he's not around here so he wouldn't suspect anything" he said and you nodded, waiting for Alex to go to a different place before going to the bathroom, making it look like you just finished doing your business.

a/n - sorry if this is short & not the best 😭🙏🏽

[cerealandchoccymilk]

Trigun Bookclub: Trigun Vol.1, Chapters #00-01

all | next

lets fucking do this

I'm annotating every chapter of trigun, both the Japanese original print (reread) and Overhaul 1.0 (first read). Literally just writing down everything I notice about details, version differences, translation notes, etc. and also being gay about the characters. happy pride month

I had other stuff to do today yesterday so I only got through a little bit but pace will pick up tomorrow today (1 volume/week is faster than i thought...)

Here are the beloved non-analysis sillies...

And there are just so many annotation images so I just put the rest under the cut <3 read my notes boy

[edit: why aren't the images not being side by side like i want them to i hate this. here's the url for my blog page with correct formatting] [edit 2: i guess it's only on desktop, not on mobile. so that's good]

First thing I noticed was the difference in the number of volumes, or the number of chapters in each volume. In my JP copy, volume 1 ends at Chapter #07: Rem, while Overhaul (and I assume every version after the first JP print) ends at #12: River of Life.

Anyways onto the actual images

21st of July - !! didn't notice [that the July incident actually happened in July] during 1st read b/c months are only numbers in Japanese 11 hours after destruction - July incident was 2am

For some reason I thought he was standing this whole time. unneccesary details georg

Estimated age: 24 - Official age for his appearance? dang he's young Appearance - "Place of origin/birth," not "what he looks like" The worst kind of outlaw, and an unrivalled killer. - Added in a later version? (not in my JP copy but the phrase is familiar)

This blank space originally had the Japanese translation for the board.

We see his serious expression already! I don't remember '98 doing so this early on so it's pretty notable to me...

Just thinking about how Vash counted each individual gunshot being fired during all that chaos... dear god.... During my first read/watch I thought it was just silly Rule of Cool protagonist moment but not really. This guy actually has Insane perception, either from being a plant or sheer practice. Or both.

Also immediately after all that, I really love the way the aftermath is shown here. The only things you can hear are the creaks of the light and the crying boy. It really brings out the tension in the atmosphere.

Finally, something other than unneccesary bits! If you look at the flooring under the toy gun, the perspective lines are pointing SW-NE. This corresponds to the flooring on Vash's right, whose right arm is also suspiciously out-of-frame... This is definitely the moment he took the toy gun. I can't express the amount of Holy Shit I felt when I realized this. The detail!!!!! man!!!!!!!!!

There's a little translation error here - it should be something like "Even if he were still alive, he wouldn't be able to move an inch!"

One of my favorite Vash moves with one of my favorite Tumblr heritage posts.

This is not really based on any drawn details, but I think this is the moment that Vash readies the toy gun, puts it in his pocket, and picks up the ketchup. Do Not trust this man when his arm is not visible. Also finger still in gun <3 doing his part blocking one bullet at a time

And here we have Vash's first COOL cool moment!!!!!! cue my homo screaming. goddddddddd im so mentally unwell about him. agh I also absolutely love when Nightow does that thing where he screen-tones a character's skin just because. It pops!! It's unique!! I love it!! I eat it up every time!!!

Here's where I realize that Vash's hair antennae are pointing straight up. I should be on the lookout for when he makes the transition to the M-shaped antennae we know and love.

Also, a little untranslatable joke from the Japanese version. In Japanese, this guy calls out at Vash like "And you, don't provoke him!" except it's written with the kanji for "Hunter" (狩人 karyūdo), with a ruby pronunciation note saying "you" (おまえも omaemo). These kanji/ruby mismatch jokes are never not funny and it's so sad that there's no way to keep them in without doing...this lol

The "I counted!" reveal never fails to get me. holy shit. I love the little boy's expression when he gets his gun back :) You helped!!! and you don't have to have the real deal to be cool as balls!!!

Just lumping this with the previous two because it's a tall image, but another small translation error. Rather than being about doing harm, he's talking about recieving it (～～はゴメンだ is a hard-to-catch phrasing/idiom; it's already been discussed with the translator on a different instance). It should be more like "[...But] nobody likes getting hurt, right?"

THE GIRLIES YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not including the dialogue because. y'know. At least they get (accidentally) Bonked by Millie :) get their asses

Here, the order suggestion is made by somebody off-screen, but in the first edition, it was made by the cook himself. (left image annotation says "the storekeeper(cook) is so nice!")

That's it for chapters #00-01! I'm going to keep having Category 5 Autism Events every day aren't I.

It's literally 1:20am as of finishing this post because my computer won't stop crashing. Posting this first thing in the morning tomorrow <3

Also, the Japanese copy of the annotations will be in the reblogs for anyone who wants to see them. The emotions are Rawer and they're phrased way less awkwardly... if you can read them lol

[wangxianficfinder]

hi you wonderful people. thank you so much for all the glorious fic suggestions!!! i camp for weeks/months at a time so i started downloading fics to read, saving them in epub format. to my deepest disappointment I discovered they lack random pages scattered throughout the fic!!! have you ever experienced this and is there a fix? i would appreciate any help you might offer.

thank you to the people offering suggestions and help on my question about downloading epubs- apologies, i cant seem to reply to the thread? fwiw- i am downloading using ao3’s download to my iphone(mobile). it isnt every fic and seems worst with longer ones. redownloading when i get back to connectivity often works. i use epub so i can read offline in books app, what app could i read mobi files in? thank you again for your help!

I don't usually download fics, so I personally don't know. Does anyone have any ideas?

- Mod C

[formicarum-rex]

ive been on cohost on-and-off since november, and i think im going to stick with it (famous last words, i know, but i am genuinely enjoying my time there, meeting some nice people and enjoying the posts that come across my dash)

home page

my blog

general observations, differences between here and tumblr (both good and bad), and caveats under the cut

the ability to use html and css in posts is fantastic, and while i do sometimes miss being able to change the formatting with a simple highlight like on tumblr, the added abilities to customize more than makes up for that. i've only used it a bit myself, but plan to use it more going forward, and you can get some fantastic shitposts on your dash because of this. note that only posts are hyper-customizable. blogs themselves aren't as customizable as on tumblr (think the default/mobile theme here)

i think their pro-privacy, anti-algorithm, anti-numbers philosophy is admirable. it's not perfect-- funding is a continual trouble, although they have plans for making it sustainable.

as with all smaller websites, it is a bit of an echo-chamber and has its share of drama and controversy.

the fewer number of people also lead to there being fewer good posts than on here, especially if you have niche interests, but my dash is still quite active, and i have to check it at least once a day to keep up-to-date.

if you edit your original post, all reblogged versions of the post are updated as well.

it has a comprehensive cw system built into posts, more reminiscent of mastodon than tumblr. there is discourse about its use or over-use, but on the whole i think this is a big improvement.

i (thankfully) haven't run into anybody or any post that required blocking or silencing or muting yet, but the options are there and thorough.

related, there is a no-nonsense attitude towards bigotry. i havent run into any bad eggs myself, but from what i've been given to understand they are sniped more or less as soon as they're discovered. there may be moderation issues as the website expands (this is one issue where places split up into smaller groups like mastodon have benefits) but as of right now, it seems to be working just fine, and better than tumblr.

there's no general within-post search for the sake of privacy and to limit harassment opportunities, but unlike tumblr, the tag search is functional. in addition, all posts with tags you've bookmarked show up in a separate, single tab on your dash, in proper chronological, non-algo'd order, which is a good way to discover new people to follow and posts to reblog. this is similar to "your tags" on tumblr, but unlike tumblr, i trust it to work

i haven't used this yet, but sideblogs are able to comment, ask, like, follow, etc, separately. no more "follows from [main url]"

in general, i like the vibes better than pillowfort, the other tumblr replacement site, and its a much more satisfying tumblr replacement than mastodon, because, well, its not like twitter (although i do like mastodon for other reasons).

there are some odd things that differentiate it from tumblr that you have to get used to at best, and can be extremely frustrating at worst:

notes cant be viewed per-post. they're all under your notification tab, chronologically listed. this hasnt been a problem for me, but i understand that this can get messy if you have a lot of followers/notes

if you are not OP, you cannot view others' reblogs. i've found that this is mostly fine, but it does mean you cant dive into the notes to see if anyone has added anything you'd like to reblog instead of the version on your dash. changing this is one of the most requested features. it doesn't seem to conflict with the site's anti-numbers ideals as long as it only lists contentful reblogs (those with additions), so i'm hopeful it will be added.

OP is not notified of tags on reblogs. all comments that are towards OP and not towards your followers belong in the comments. unlike other things in this list, this isn't a downside so much as a neutral difference that has taken me a long time to get used to.

the comments are generally important. reblog chains are still used, but comments (replies) are more functional than they are on tumblr, with proper ability to reply in comment threads and a better UI. they are used more often on cohost than on here, especially if you want to start a convo with OP and others viewing the post. as far as i can tell, everyone can see every comment, unlike the reblogs.

photoset layouts are not as flexible as on tumblr

no DMs

discovery hasn't been a big issue for me as someone who is primarily a reader/viewer (if anything, the functional tagging system and unified bookmarked tags tab makes it easier), but ive heard that for creators it can be frustrating

i am under the impression that pillowfort is the place to go for specifically fandom posting. more fandom people have been joining cohost though, especially since a bunch of tumblr people joined a couple weeks ago.

i realize this isn't exactly a hard sell, but want people to be aware of potential downsides before creating an account. despite these things, i really do urge you to check it out if youre interested! it's a good place :)

[clarissaexplainsbatchall]

Helios: 20km east of FOB Hawk

Through snow and ice hunted 1st Star, the pride of the Noblise. The five 'Mechs were spread in a kilometer wide search pattern with the unit leader, Star Commander Clarissa, at its head in her Mad Cat III. The star chatted throughout their long patrol to pass the time, never the most disciplined group. Clarissa allowed it because discipline or not they were good at what they did. And they were killers all.

"You are aware that we are on this duty because of your 'Mech, quiaff Clarissa?" came Roderick's deep and heavy voice over the communicator. His Gladiator was three hundred meters to Clarissa's right.

"You don't drive an omnimech either, Roderick," said Ben, the youngest of the star. "And yours is even an Inner Sphere design. I don't know why hers would be worse." His Coyotl darted across the snowy hills, weaving in and out of formation, providing a fluid kind of support to the others.

"And you pilot a museum piece, Ben." This came from either Julie or Nina, the twins at the rear of the formation in their heavy Savage Wolf and Mad Dog mk IV. It was nearly impossible to tell the pair apart in person. Over comms it was pointless to even try.

Clarissa cut in, "My 'Mech is a symbol of what many clans consider to be the traitorous nature of our clan. It was made for export to the Inner Sphere, which most clans view as rude at best, and outright heresy at worst."

"So you do know," Roderick growled.

"I know that I will not be looked upon well by many of our allies on Helios until I have proven myself. I apologize if that pall has fallen upon all of you as well," Clarissa said her voice more calm than she was. She had never worked with any other clans before, and most especially not this new SLDF that had been formed by the Wolf Empire.

"Why pilot such a stigma of a battlemech, Commander? There are many others available that you could have chosen from," Roderick continued his questions.

This, at least, Clarissa had an answer to. "I-" but she did not get to speak it. I stead the snow bank before her vanished into a wall of steam and fire and explosions ripped all around her and a screeching hiss of static tore into her ears from the speakers in her neurohelmet. Within the steam a massive shadow that dwarfed even her Battlemech rose into the air with a roar and on instinct she threw her machine forward into the steam at full throttle, even driggering the acceleration circuitry she'd had installed to give her an extra boost of speed.

She slammed her controls to the side, letting her bird legged mech skid fully around in the snow and she watched in horror as the shadow came down hard where she'd just been. Its impact shook the ground, creating a shockwave that blew the steam and smoke away and revealed the enemy. It was all sharp, aggressive angles and inhuman anatomy in white as brilliant as the snows around it, stealthy and sleek and massive. Where it seemed like its cockpit should be was only a gaping open barrel that blossomed with heat and then erupted.

Clarissa cried out in shock as blazing plasma splattered across her mech, burning through armor like kindling. The blaze made the temperature in the cockpit skyrocket and fans immediately began working overtime to try to reduce the temperature of the air, but the only thing that kept Clarissa conscious was the cooling suit insulating her body. Several warnings flashed across the HUD in her neurohelmet. Most of the armor on her left side had been melted off and the 'Mech's cooling systems were trying to bring the heat back down to manageable levels.

The other machine stood before her and she recognized it with a sickening horror. An Archangel. The Word of Blake's most dangerous weapon. nearly twice the size of her own 'Mech, and shockingly mobile for something its size thanks to the jump jets which let it soar through the sky like its namesake. But this one seemed damaged. Where its right arm should have been was only a wreckage of loose cabling and myomer muscle dangling free among torn steel, and all over its thick armor was cratered and pitted with marks of its last battle. That it still stood was a testament to the sheer toughness of the war machine and the tenacity of its pilot.

Clarissa swallowed hard, but forced herself to switch to an open channel, "Word of Blake MechWarrior. I am Star Commander Clarissa of Clan Sea Fox. You are outnumbered and outgunned. Surrender now and you will not be harmed, on my word of honor."

The only response was the same shrieking static she had heard when it first attacked, a deafening howl of defiant machine noise, then its left hand twisted and a wickedly sharp looking blade easily five meters long extended from its forearm. She was about to order her star to open fire when she finally noticed what was happening.

Ben's Coyotl was down, its leg sheared off at the knee. Roderick was engaged with another Word of Blake 'Mech while the twins traded blows with a third. This had been a well planned and perfectly executed ambush. Clarissa was alone in this fight. The Archangel took a step towards her and Clarissa unleashed hell.

The Mad Cat III that she piloted was of no stock configuration. Despite the resources and privileges that came with being both a Star Commander and a Sea Fox Merchant she had always repaired the machine with whatever parts and weaponry happened to be on hand. It was an amalgamation not built out of any plan, but rather as a living history of her time as a warrior; every scar healed over into something new. The Archangel might have been expecting long range missiles without enough punch to slow it down this close, or lasers that would drive her reactor's heat even higher risking an emergency shutdown.

What it got was a deafening roar as Clarissa squeezed the trigger and from amidst the burn scars left by the plasma a rotary autocannon came to life and pounded a dozen high explosive rounds into its chest in less than a second. It staggered, just for a moment, and Clarissa pressed the advantage. A tone in her ear indicated a lock onto her enemy from the quartet of short range missiles in her 'Mech's other shoulder which quickly streaked out and detonated across the Archangel.

It wasn't enough. It came on and the retractable blade came up fast on Clarissa's right side and she only just barely brought the Mad Cat's arm up in time to stop it from digging deep into the core of her 'mech. Instead with the sound of shearing metal the blunt weapons pod that served as the end of the Mad Cat's arm came off and flew a dozen meters off into the snow. Again she fired off the autocannon but this time the Archangel took to the air once more flying high above, its avian legs suddenly outstretched like a raptor about to swoop down on its prey, and the explosive rounds detonated across the side of some far off hill.

There was no time to dodge, and seeing her death coming from above she opened fire with everything she had in one last barrage of violence and defiance. Lasers lit the space between the two death machines in crimson and emerald, the autocannon roared a long cacophonous cry and then jammed with the wrenching of metal, missiles shot forth on plumes of smoke and exploded into balls of fire and shrapnel.

And something in the Archangel gave. One of its jump jets coughed, the exploded with a harrowing pop. This threw of the trajectory of the great beast and when it came down it did so several meters away from Clarissa, landing badly on its leg with a wrenching groan of metal bent beyond its ability to endure and finally breaking under the strain. It fell on its back and its right arm was pinned under it.

Shuddering with adrenaline and the realization that she was somehow not dead, Clarissa swung her 'Mech over and stomped its great foot down on the Archangel's chest, forcing the plasma cannon there to point away from her. She could see the barrels of her autocannon glowing orange from the nonstop firing she had done, hopelessly jammed, but she still had missiles and her undamaged left arm still had lasers in its weapon pod, lasers she pointed at the small, red canopied cockpit hidden above the gaping maw of the Archangel's plasma cannon.

Elsewhere her squad had finished off their own opponents and were coming towards her, weapons primed and ready. She breathed a heavy, ragged breath, then spoke into the open channel again. "This does not have to be this way. I have no desire to kill you." She heard the shrieking static noise again, but shouted through it in frustration. "Listen to me! You are done! This fight is done!" The static stopped, and she too was silent for a moment, hoping. Then she continued. "Power down your reactor and exit your cockpit. No one else has to die today. We can live. We can both live."

More silence. Her star circled the downed machine, Ben's Coyotl leaning heavily against Nina's Mad Dog for support. Breathless, Clarissa continued to wait, her fingers tense and beginning to shake on the triggers of her weapons. Then the Archangel's engine cut off. The nuclear heart of the Word of Blake's greatest death machine stopped beating. The canopy of the cockpit cleared as it opened and she saw a man down below her, so small from her high perch, so vulnerable, crawl out of it.

Clarissa let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, then said to her star, "Call for a recovery and salvage team. We need to get Ben's 'Mech home and also..." With relief she looked down at the tiny figure below her. "Also a prisoner."