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I know basically nothing about rowena, but I now finally get what people mean about shipping things aesthetically. because what do you MEAN love of my life sam winchester, 6â4, deeply damaged but lovely straight white dude-man, has a cute, interesting and disgustingly tragic relationship with A TINY GINGER SCOTTISH WITCH WHOâS THE MOTHER OF A RECURRING VILLAIN AND PLAYED BY AN ACTRESS WHOâS OLDER THAN HIM????? WHAT??? I NEED THAT IN MY LIFE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW
like what is this. I love it. Iâm obsessed. enemies to friends to lovers, height difference, age difference, and just generally UNCONVENTIONAL AS FUCK for a straight ship??? spectacular gimme fourteen of em right now
#I have a real thing about older women / mothers being put in situations reserved traditionally for young conventionally attractive women.#donât get me wrong ruth connell is GORGEOUS but like do you know what I mean?? I just love it so much#give me middle aged woman yuri or a mum as the main character or in this case a mum shipped with the conventional white boy lead#and I will EAT. IT. UP.#BRO IS NOT NORMAL ABOUT THAT MARGINALLY OLDER WOMAN!!#anyway point is Iâm excited to get to her in the show :3 I fear I will love them extremely dearly#spn#supernatural#sam winchester#rowena macleod#samwena#sam x rowena#also sam is my favourite character and I donât personally see him as any flavour of queer but I want someone interesting to ship him with#as hard as I ship dean with cas and with benny#like I need the same level of insanity about it and the canon (and non canon tbh) sam ships currently just donât do that for me at all#so yeah Iâm very excited for samwena :3
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I think a lot of the writing issues I have with the prequel trilogy is that it feels like Lucas had a lot of things he was writing towards, instead of just. starting a story and letting it develop organically all the way to the end, and it means there are Important Moments That Have to Happen, but he didnât quite develop the buildup to and between those moments in a way that feels natural or how those people should talk and act.
That story might have worked better as a book series if heâd had time to spread the story out and actually get into the meat of the characters, but as it is the story isnât structured very well and a lot of important things are happening offscreen, time and characters arenât utilized well which leads to poor pacing and character development, and thereâs a lot of Stuffâą that just isnât relevant to the main plot, characters, or world
#In my opinion. from having just watched the prequels in their entirety for the first time since I was a kid.#I donât think The Phantom Menace is necessary#And if The Phantom Menace is only necessary to set up Obi-Wan as the other leading character. well.#He should have been the main character. But he isnât. Qui-Gon Jinn is.#We get almost zero Obi-Wan for the entirety of Act II. He stays on the ship.#So TPM isnât necessary to tell the rest of the war story#You could have had Naboo already in the middle of the conflict#I think the prequels should have focused on all these people as adults and the war surrounding the circumstances that affected their lives#and led them to the conclusion it did.#Hmm. I need to make some prequels posts#prequel trilogy#hounds speaks
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bitches love to take a group of 4 "main characters" and ship them in various ways
#puddle talks#fandom#shipping#âmain charactersâ in air quites because often the 4th one (red) isnt really a main character but because of the aforementioned shipping#he gets grouped in anyway#bnha#bsd#now im not saying these 4th guys aren't important. but they arent a Main Character in the way the other three are#if you look at it from the perspective of the light novels chuuya is 1000% a main character#and he is a *major* character in the main canon#but there is a difference. idk if you all learned that in literature class in middle school#theres a 3rd group i could tag but i wont
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Personally I think we should gather all the toxic angsty bad boys who are love interests for protagonists and put them in jail where they belong.
#get awayyy from the girlies you old creepers!!#bad boys but it's actually middle-aged/several century old men#anti darklina#anti daemyra#ship what you want but these men are in JAIL in my mind idc#probably applies to others too ofc but these are the main ones on my mind lmao#alina & nyra get behind me i gotchu girls
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JASKGKFKKSKS OH MY GOD UNCOVERED THE CURSED SPIDERSONA X TWILIGHT CROSSOVER I WROTE IN HIGH SCHOOL. LOSING MY MINDDDDD. BEING A TEENAGE GIRL DURING THE PANDEMIC WAS QUITE A TIME.
#LOOK#i can explain#i went insane#i read all of the twilight books in four days#look i was actually very tasteful about it#itâs not ship fic#my oc gets in a spiderwoman career ending accident and moves to forks where her aunt lives bc she wants to escape the city#and there she is going out of her mind batshit crazy because itâs the middle of nowhere#and sheâs dealing with the trauma of losing a large chunk of her mobility + not being spiderwoman anymore#so she terrorizes the cullens for sport#and then it explicably turns into young justice crossover fic with no warning#i think i mustâve rewatched yj at the time?#and decided to integrate it into this alternate timeline as opposed to main canon?#bc main canon had too many marvel elements?#literally only explanation I can think of for that#as cringe as these fics are on some level I do genuinely stand by them#i had a fantastic time writing them#and esp when i was having a rough go at it i could always use the struggles of my oc to kind of work through that#express my emotions + remind myself it will get better#and itâs delusional as fuck but like crafting little fictional found families made me feel supported on some level#and also hopeful that one day i actually will find my people and not be so terribly alone#itâs almost like a form of journaling?#i realize how concerning this all sounds but itâs not as bad as it sounds#I also stopped doing it a while back#mostly because i was on steadier ground and didnât feel the need to#also the writing itself was pretty fire in some portions#imo#but who knows Iâm in an echochamber of me myself and I#mattie talks fic
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Watching âThe Cloudâ VOY and Harry Kim is so right about everything
#Harry was right about wanting to invite Janeway to sit down and he was right when he went '!? hey Tuvok - !! fuck you <3'#Every day I mourn us not having Harry Kim as a main focus of the show#He follows the rules he's an ideal Starfleet officer but also - ? He's not afraid to break them and question stuff and talk back#It's SO interesting to have Harry be the one to say 'Maybe we should invite the captain to sit with us!' and have Tom being the one saying#'NO are you crazy??'#livetweeting#also I love Neelix being a bit more ornery when not talking to people face to face#Neelix to the Captain: Hiiiii Janeway <3 You look great today~!!!#Neelix to Kes: Jesus fucking christ whY ...WHY did we have to be on this ship full of CRAZY IDIOTS.....#HEHEHEH he's so right too...I 1000% get why he's like you have a PERFECTLY good home/ship here and you guys fucking LOVE to find ways to#rip it up#'You don't ''care a great deal about your crew'' and introduce them to the spectre of death at every opportunity' HEHEHHEHE LOVE HIM#LOVE JANEWAY TOO...They're both right <3 everyone's right <3#Janeway's on a gameshow and every day the surprise guest is the specter of death#literally the only bad thing about early seasons Voyager is the Kes-Neelix relationship I love EVERYTHING else#if Kes and Neelix had just been friends or had a sibling type relationship?? -chefs kiss-#Tom: hmmm should I knock on Harry's door???? in the middle of the night?? nah....I'll just let myself in :) scare him a little#Harry's so damn brave I would have SCREEEAAAMED#ACTUALLY HEHHE I FORGOT THAT /IMMEDIATELY/ AFTER HARRY SAYS HE REMEMBERS BEING IN THE WOMB#Harry: (like he's tired of talking about it) I REMEMBER being in my mother's womb... -eye roll-#'Everyone knows about your BITE Sandrine' I literally thought she was talking about an STD hHEHE#'They picked your pocket?? On EARTH???' / 'Oh they just do it for tourists' <3#Neelix: Jonah....w ha le???? / Tuvok: -sighs- the fucking Jonah-Whale thing again....#Voyager said episode 6? Yeah. We're doing 'the ship goes into a body' episode - but the ''body'' is a BIIIG alien#Janeway: (in the weirdest tone ever) You like /dogs/ Mr. Paris ? :)#B'Elanna calling Tom a pig <3#EVEN TUVOK'S HERE!?!? HAHAHAHA TUVOK ACTUALLY CAME TO THIS WITHOUT BEING HELD AT GUNPOINT!!!#Janeway hustling everyone at pool <3#Janeway immediately committing appropriation oh NO!!#Tom Paris calling Chakotay 'the indian' ... this is a BAD ep for Chakotay sorry king
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Hey, requesting a ramble; given the chance what singular thing would you change about Fairy Tale as a show?
What would you change about the fandom?
Blessed with the ability to ramble I'm gonna answer these out of order because one I want to actually go off about and the other I'm trying so hard not to be too negative with.
The fandom itself, I'm surprised to find, is still alive. Mostly for the manga, 100 Year Quest, and the Gajeel spin off apparently. Super cool love that for y'all.
But I think the general Fairy Tail fandom is very... Boring?
I don't want to be mean! Everyone has the right to enjoy fandom however they want of course! This is an attack on no one! Live your life! I love and respect you so much!!
Just like. 90% of the active fandom are infatuated with Natsu/Lucy exclusively, which I don't get at all. Coming from My Hero Academia, I saw how big the cast of this program was and really expected everyone to have their little Blorbo guy with their own niche content. Blurry screen caps and low quality images with "There he is the scrimblo!!" kind of nonsense.
Instead the entire place only cares about the Main Guys Smooching. There's no crack ships, there's no Tono Rabbits Stan accounts, there's no Some Gremlin Blorbo from my shows background character lovers and it's Really jarring?? And boring. Y'all boring.
If I could change anything about the fandom, I'd ask y'all to pick A Guy (gender neutral) and go rabid for them. There's so many guys of so many types in this program. Please fawn over someone other than the main 7.
Okay I'm worried about this post being annoying and too long so what I'd change about the show itself is going under a Read More
Really I want to change a LOT about the program itself. The execution, the treatment of most female characters, everything with Lisanna, the lore behind Magic, the Morals behind Magic. There's a lot to unpack here.
But if I absolutely had to pick one thing to change it's be the character's ages.
I found out recently that Mirajane is 19 in canon. Cana is 18. The oldest woman in the Guild before the 7 year time skip was Evergreen at 20. TWENTY. That's how old Bisca is when she gives birth to Asuka!! (roughly. Asuka doesn't have a canon age but she's somewhere between 5-6 based on how she acts)
I'm twirling this show's timeline on a fork like Spaghetti these girls are going to be 20+ and you're going to like it.
Here's my rough concept so far (this is for the beginning of the series, the wiki list their ending ages, after the two different 1 year time skips and the 7 year stasis)
I want to make Natsu the oldest of the dragon raised dragon slayers, but still roughly the same age as Grey. I'm thinking 23 or 24 for the both of them, with Gajeel close behind at 22, and Laxus just ahead at 25 or 26.
Lucy I want to be the youngest current member, so she can stay at 17-18, but I also want Erza to be young compared to the Raised By The Guild squad, so she's 19, maybe? Levy's 20-21, Cana's 23, and Juvia is 19-20, like Erza.
Mira gets the most change because I just think she should be pushing 30, maybe 27 or 28. Elfman about 3 or 4 years younger at 24 or 25, to keep him Grey/Natsu aged. Lisanna has about the same age gap, 3 or 4 years, making her somewhere between 20 and 22.
I really jangled up the Thunder Legion because apparently Bickslow is the oldest at 22 in canon. He's still 22 in this version but now he's the Thunder Baby. I wanted to keep Freed around the same age as Laxus, so 25, and Evergreen the same age as Mira, maybe a tad younger at 26-27. I like the idea of Bickslow being the youngest anyway, he's big but young and it fits with his personality. I'm tempted to make him 18, but your 20's are age of being dumb anyway so it's fine.
Macao and Wakaba are in their mid 30's at the beginning of the series, Reedus in his early 30's on par with Mira maybe older, with Warren, Max, and Mest all near mid 20's I think. I don't have exact numbers for them because I don't really know if they're meant to be Natsu's peers or not, but they all seem pretty young and stupid. Jet and Droy are the same-ish age as Levy, 20-22, with Jet being a year younger than them.
Wendy's hard because apparently she's 12 when we meet her, but she doesn't change at all in the next 2 years, which simply isn't how being on the cusp of puberty works. But I don't have as much wiggle room as I do with everyone else sense she's at the stage where she should be growing a lot so I'll just keep her 12-13.
Unrelated but Sting and Rouge being the same age as Wendy is the reason I hate the 7 year stasis thing. We deserve more age diversity in dragon slayers, I say. They can't all be a brisk 18, that's boring. Also how old is Erik??? Genuine question I cannot get a read on him.
The exceeds are also hard but it bothers me that supposedly they all hatched at the same time when they were supposed to be an entire lost generation (which for humans is about 20 years, cats about 2 years). Unfortunately I don't have a scale for how long they are expected to live, what their incubation period is like, how long their infancy to adulthood is, if Happy and Carla are even considered child bearing aged adults in their society at their canon age of 6, etc.
Still I think there should be a few years or so between them, so in order oldest to youngest of Earthland born Exceeds it's goes; Carla, Samuel, Lector, Happy, and Frosch. Also I wanna add right here unrelated to anything, Nadi is my second favorite Exceed, right behind Samuel. I love them.
I realize this causes a collection of problems with how the timeline reads, but considering the constant usage of 7 years never really came up in a meaningful way I am more than happy to tear that consistency apart.
#Thankyou for asking#Fairy Tail#This ask took me all day not because I had to think on it#But because I had to put it down and run around getting Christmas decorations with my dad in the middle of it#Luckily I THINK I got everything I wanted to say out#I'm sorry for calling the fandom boring I really just#Usually when I get into a Program with a big cast everyone has their little guy (gender neutral)#MLP and MHA are both like that everyone's got their Main Character Fave and their Obscure Fave#Everyone's got their Main Ship and their Crack Ship#Because there's just SO MANY GUYS#But I feel like every post in the main tag is either about Natsu or about Natsu/Lucy#Roughly there's some people in there rabid over Gajeel and like. You know what that's fair#Fixing these character's ages is a dream I love it I love it a lot#I WISH I had a better read on Sabertooth they just.#They weren't??? Importaint??? to me???#Like Blue Pegasus was around from the beginning so they felt more pressing than Sabertooth#The only think that made Sabertooth plot importaint was that they had last minute dragon slayers#And BECAUSE they're so last minute I cannot for the life of me get a read on them#Age sexuality gender etc I have no solid headcanons for them because they feel so... Unimportant???#Sorry sorry#Thankyou very much for reading my long post if you did#And if you post exclusively about NaLu that's fine it's your right you post whatever you want that's how fandom works
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iâm very off and on about whether or not i wanna go through with pokemon protagonist headcanons bc i have weird ideas but never really feel like drawing them out bc i dislike drawing humans. but gen 5 thoughts are tempting me...
#i did have a ton of hcs for all the bw protags when i was like 13 but like. i shipped n and hilda at the time#so u can imagine that theyre not very good. and i feel embarassed bc i actually did put em out in the open in a fanfic once#(long deleted dont ask)#and i mean they were weird btw like i explained hilbert having no impact on the plot in the original games#by... having him be hilda's dead twin brother that followed her around as a ghost andfor some reason could still be seen by everyone#i think i was inspired by those middle school books by james patterson? i forget the name but the one where the protag#had a twin brother that died when he was a baby and he coped by imagining him as a ghost that gets him to do pranks#and i was like ''wow thats so deep im gonna do that w pokemon characters''#im rambling but like obviously id do it differently now. altho now that i think abt it i kinda dragged aspects of that into natch/wisp lmao#consistently my idea for hilbert is just that he hangs out in the battle subway and comically has no idea whats happening outside#and the harmonia sisters travel and see him there and they were like ''oh your sister defeated our king are you proud''#and hes just like ''what i have not heard from my sister in years''#(note: i do not know if he hasnt seen his sister in years)#hilda is obv the main protag is what im getting at and im still gonna have em be twinsbut idk what their current relationship would be#shes known bianca and cheren since preschool tho and theyre extremely tight knit#echoed voice
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Okay, but if I changed my middle name to Law, the last 2/3s of my name would sound extremely close to Law Breaker, and that's pretty neat and funny
#yeah but it'll ruin the chances of ever getting a Law tattoo because naming myself after a character AND getting his finger tats#is a little much#putting this on my OP ship blog because it feels more personal than my main OP blog#maybe literally naming myself [redacted] law breaker isn't the wisest if I ever need to go to court#although I don't know what the fuck to use as my middle name#if my handful of followers here care enough to weigh in feel free#I am tempted tho...
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>:3
#i feel like sisyphus in this job space tonight so assorted bellumbeck thoughts go#tryjng to not touch on the stuff im writing an actual post on bjt i might repeat stuff and get into ship territory#so like. i enjoy getting way too deep abt bellumbeck and the possible parallels and w/e between bellum n linebeck#things to get deeper abt them and connections between them. abt linebeck being somehow more drawn to bellum than oshus#tryina get my mind off of things. school work world at large yknow. uh. trying to stay optimistic. idk if thats a good idea rn#anyways. um. something abt like. bellum is to linebeck as the spirits are to link. linebeck and link as the two major human main characters#being kind of strongly associated with these opposing forces? linebeck and link being foils/generally very different#yknow? like maybe oshus/the spirits ofc choose him in a sense bc he aligns with their goals and beliefs#while linebeck aligns more with bellumâs goals (which ig you can infer with some similarities between them from what you see)#yeah. making it way deeper than it actually is. bellum meeting linebeck in the middle in some form before just yknow. fucking with him#the thing between linebeck and bellum is so fun. it starts with bellum just throwing all of linebecks trauma at him and that backfiring#then trying to get him on to his side with the whole like i mean you do fantasize abt murder dude and then that falling flat#and then just giving up and getting violent and then THAT backfires bc uh oh he started venting by accident n linebecks kinda into this#its half weird silly visceral homoerotic WHATEVER and the just straight up literary analysis of this 17 year old game#oh god ph is turning 17 this year. now THAT makes me feel old#anyyyyyways. i do like linebeck kind of being v similar to bellum. the disdain for ciela. a mlre chaotic and self serving way of life.#hatred for ppl who try to limit or control him. bit of a scrappier n frantic mindset when scared. loves to hit da bricks when shit sucks#i am putting them together like little dolls i think brllumbeck is really interesting to get wayyyy too invested in.
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Broke: Chilchuck Tims is child coded.
Woke: Chilchuck Tims isn't child coded, he's a middle-aged, divorced man with grown up children.
Bespoke: Chilchuck Tims cannot be accurately described as either "child coded" or "not child coded" because he is a deliberate commentary on the idea of "child coding" itself.
Chilchuck, and half-foots in Dungeon Meshi in general, are given significantly more neotenous proportions and appearances (e.g. larger heads and eyes, rounder faces) than the other races. This is not universal for depictions of hobbits / halflings in Tolkien / D&D inspired fantasy fiction. Compare Chilchuck relative to the "tallmen" (humans) in Dunmeshi to how small races are drawn in something like Legend of Vox Machina (many of those characters are gnomes but whatever) or in basically any official D&D art. It was an intentional artistic decision to make him look like that. This is reinforced when he's temporarily transformed into a tallman (human) and in addition to becoming much taller he gains features that make him look more visibly middle-aged (stubble, eye bags / wrinkles, a more oval face) that he doesn't have as a half-foot. See also Marcille's transformed form and supplemental drawings of what all of the main party would look like as other races. However they do NOT look indistinguishable from actual children as portrayed by Dunmeshi's artstyle and have distinguishing features e.g. larger ears.
Chilchuck is frequently mistaken for a child in-universe, or treated / perceived as one even by members of other races who know he's a half-foot, and he hates this. His infantilization and that of half-foots in general isn't just a running gag, it's a significant plot point and source of discrimination. Like when the party gets impersonated by shapeshifters copying everyone based on the others' memories of them, and most of the Chilchuck clones look and behave more childish than the real one, and they almost get away with it, even though his party should know better than to think of him as a kid.
The narrative consistently takes the position that the people infantilizing Chilchuck are wrong, and are being ignorant/racist.
Conclusion: Chilchuck is definitely not "child-coded" in the way that a 700 year old shapeshifter that looks and behaves indistinguishably from a little kid for contrived reasons. However, he is intentionally designed to make it seem plausible for people who know he's an adult to still not fully believe it and this can make the viewers fall for it too. Which I guess is "child-coding" in a sense. But the message the work is trying to send is very clearly "Don't decide that grown-ass adults are equivalent to children and treat them like children because they have physical characteristics that remind you of a child you dipshit."
While hobbits aren't real and Chilchuck's traits that get him mistaken for a child are exaggerated compared to the vast, vast majority of real people, infantilization of grown-ass adults due to ableism, racism, or just people being dumbasses who forget short people exist is a real issue, and if you start shit with people for shipping Divorced Dad Chilchuck Tims with other characters or whatever you are displaying the exact attitude that's being criticized.
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I just want to feel
Pairing: Colby Brock x Fem!best friend!reader
Summary: your best friends, Sam and Colby, ask you to be in one of their Q&A videos, but thereâs alcohol involved⊠a lot of it.
Warning(s): SMUT! Mature Language, mature themes, kissing, alcohol, unprotected p in v, Friends to lovers trope :)), choking etc.
This is a long writing so Iâm sorry for mistakes!
âAre you sure I should be in the video? I mean, your fans barely know about meâ You ask for a final time as Sam leads you to the living room, his recording camera already set up in front of the couch where Colby had been sitting. The two of them were wearing all black so you did too, a black off the shoulder sweater that was old. It was one of the main things youâd leave at Sam and Colbyâs in case you ever crashed for the night.
While most people would kill to be in their videos, you never really saw the point. You were somewhat camera shy and a complete nobody. Why would anyone care to see you on the screen? Not to mention all the random internet ships that come with it all. You grew up with Sam, which means you ultimately grew up with Colby as soon as they met. You were only a teenager and now that your adults, you stay at theirs from time to time when your out with friends and get wasted at a party.
Colby would always come and get you from them.
âOur fans will love you. Just be honest and chill, okay?â Sam nods toward Colby and you walk past him to sit next to the dark haired boy, his strong cologne filling your nose.
âDonât be nervous, at least we have alcoholâ Colbyâs comment made a small laugh escape from your lips, and you shook your head at his playful smirk. He was right. Alcohol always calmed you down and made your anxiety a little bit less of what it usually was.
You watch the blonde lean forward to turn on the camera and Colby does the same, although you sit back and watch them do their intro. Youâd only been in a few other videos of thereâs as a small guest but they always made it known to their fans who you were. After all, you all basically started off nobodyâs together.
You remember the last morning you had left for school with Sam in freshman year. It was the last day youâd left alone with him for the rest of high school. Your parents were close to each other so you and Sam had practically known each other for most of your lives, but that day, when he met Colby, it wasnât just the two of you anymore.
The three of you would take the bus together every morning and walk home every afternoon, spending almost every second in between still with one another. It was perfect. Your group was so refreshing, it felt so right.
Your first argument was when you were in junior year, at a party you knew you shouldnât of been at.
At the time, youâd been talking to this senior, James. He was the captain of your schools swim team and fairly muscular for his 17 years of age. That night at the party was the first time youâd really done anything, he kept handing you shots and like an idiot, you took them. Looking back on it now, you know it couldâve been avoided, but you also trusted the boy you liked. You truly wanted to just fit in with his friends.
That was until he tried to to undo your crochet top in the middle of the dance floor, whispering dirty nothings into your ear that made you feel disgusting.
When you told him off, he got angry with you, grabbing your arm and trying to pull you away so he could get you alone. People were starting to stare and you were starting to get embarrassed, like you were some random slut heâd been taking upstairs.
But then he was ripped away from you, and in only a matter of seconds, Samâs hand was laid on the small of your back, checking you for bruises the boy mightâve given you. He was trying to talk to you, but you couldnât tear your eyes away from the chaos on the floor.
âColby, get off of him!â You scream, noticing the blood coming from Jamesâs face. Colby was on top of him, punching him the hardest youâd ever seen anyone punch, not sparing him anything. Sam held you back when you tried to get close, they saw what he did to you and there was no way in hell theyâd let it slide.
The sound of police sirens fill the street and everyone is quickly running out of the house, and finally Colby stands up. He wipes his now busted lip before looking back at his two friends, but you couldnât take your eyes off the bloody mess laid on the floor.
You hated blood.
âY/N-â you push yourself off Sam and past Colby, looking out the window to watch the police cars pull in front of the house. It looked like a murder scene, and you were so in shock you couldnât even think straight. âY/N, we have to goâ Colby tries to grab your arm but you quickly pull it away, and now heâs able to see the tears streaming down your cheeks.
âGet out of here!â You can hear the officers radio the closer they get, and all you could think about was getting Sam and Colby out of there. âGo! Please just go!â Your pleading words make it almost impossible to not listen, and with only a few more seconds, your friends were gone.
That was the day you realized the severity of your friendshipâ or at least you and Colbyâs friendship. The fact that all of you would do anything for each other, whether that was beating up an abuser, or putting your life on the line for the other person.
Ever since then, you and Colby had this undeniable tension between the two of you. It was weird, like something you couldnât figure out. It was only made purely visible that night.
Youâd never even kissed Colby, but youâd be lying if you said you didnât think about it sometimes. Your usually able to hide it, your desire for the boy, except when your at parties.
Whenever you drink, itâs like everything has to come out the way you think it. Nothing like liquid courage, huh? Thatâs the exact reason you didnât want to do the video.
You never stopped thinking about that night.
âY/N?â You blinked at the touch against your arm, and Colby was looking at you with a slight confusion on his face. âYou okay?â You notice the cameraâs recording light and nod, sitting up with a smile. âI think itâs time to get drunk, huh?â He nudged you and you nod with a laugh âfirst question!â
One of your other friends was there reading the questions for you, and even though you thought youâd start off light, she did not give you a break.
âWhatâs the worst doing the dirty experience youâve had?â Sam and Colby stare at each other for a second until one of them laughs, shaking their head with the dumbest response. Sam, of course makes a joke out of it but Colby has no shame in what he says, as always.
âOne time I had a girl use a lot of teeth, and uh⊠we never talked again. It was very awkwardâ Sam hisses at the statement, which makes you laugh too. âWhat about you, Y/N?â Colby turns to you and your face almost turns red from the sudden eyes on you. Everyone in the room and the camera was waiting on you now.
âUh⊠I guess the last time I was talking to a guy. I had to fake the whole thing and he finished quick so it just felt so awkward and it was silent the rest of the nightâ Colby and Sam raise their eyebrows at you but are laughing at the same time. They knew who you were talking about.
âColby, why do you post with girls on social media and never tell the fans whatâs going on?â The question takes all of you by surprise and Colbyâs eyes go wide. That was exactly what happened with you and why you didnât want to be on the channel that much anymore.
âUmmâŠâ He laughs nervously, looking over at you for a split second. âBecause sometimes, I donât know whatâs going on, alright? Iâm just posting the post and maybe it turns into something or maybe it doesnât?â
âItâs not like their your girlfriendâ Sam interjects and Colby nods agreeably.
âLetâs just say if I had a girlfriend, you guys would knowâ After you guys are done with that question, your kind of sitting back and watching the two answer at that point. Except they had to drink once so you did too, now you were all one shot in.
âColby, why do you have a pair of handcuffs in your room?â Everyoneâs face is in shock in the room as they look at Colby, waiting for his answer. He laughs nervously again, looking over at same with wide eyes before sitting up.
âI uh⊠you know I-â
âMight have to drink on that one, huh?â You tease and he rolls his eyes at your words with a laugh, closing the alcohol bottle he was about to open.
âNo, no. I um⊠I use them for personal fun. Yeah, thatâs-â
âWhat the fuck does that meanâ You and Sam burst out laughing but your friend shakes her head. âJudge says no. Drink!â Sam hands him the bottle and Colbyâs face is now turning a slight red. A tint only you could see because of how close you were.
âIâve used them for sexual funâ He says just as heâs about to pour the shot, but your friend rolls her eyes and nods that he doesnât have to drink.
âThat was luckâ Colby nudges your arm and shrugs, that annoying smirk of his only making you laugh.
âName two dirty kinks you haveâ The girl reads and all three of you are wide eyeing the camera. Sam curses under his breath and Colby is still in shock. It was still so early in the game, already?
âWait, Iâm not answering that. I already said one, right?â Sam agrees to Colby but the judge shakes her head. âJust one more then? I already day said one!â
âYou go first, Y/Nâ Sam cuts off his clearly pressured friend and they both turn to you, but your face is an even deeper red then Colbyâs now.
âUm⊠I donâtâI mean itâs been a long time so I donât really knowâŠâ
âOh come on, Everyone has themâ Colby teases and you glare at him, letting out a sigh as you sat back on the couch.
Apart of you was afraid to tell them, because youâd never really been that open with them about sexual preferences. Sam wasnât the one you were worried about, him and Katrina were perfectly locked in with each other and you knew whatever you said didnât matter.
But with Colby, there was always this unspoken tension between the two of you. One you tried to ignore but always failed terribly when youâd see him make out with another girl. You were afraid heâd see right through you if you answered the question, and if there was one thing you couldnât ignore,
It was the way heâd look at you.
âI think⊠I think choking is attractive, but like not too aggressively, you know?â
âSo your submissive?â Colbyâs words go through your ear and straight down. He was clearly trying to get to you with that question, and there it was again.
The tension between the two of you.
âSometimesâ You try to cover it up but you can feel his eyes piercing right through you, his smirk showing the small of his pearly white teeth that always made you blush. âWhat about you then, hmm? Mr. Talk shitâ You push his face and the two of them laugh, but Colby is no longer embarrassed to say it.
âI like to be Dominantâ He says to the camera and Sam blows air from his mouth, shake his head in disbelief. Colby isnât looking at you on purpose. Oh god, this wasnât how it was supposed to go.
You lean back on the couch, scratching your nose to try and hide your burning hot cheeks from everyoneâs eyes. It was like he was doing it on purpose. He was so clearly teasing you.
And you wished it wasnât working, but itâs been so long that itâs impossible for your stomach not to twist into multiple knots.
Or at least thatâs the excuse you gave yourself.
After many more questions and many more drinks, the alcohol started to take a toll on all three of you already. You had only had three shots and even the camera was hard to focus on. Sam and Colbyâs eyes had been getting red but yours were harder to see because of your eyelashes.
âWho do you think is the most attractive clubhouse member besides Katâ Colby and your own eyes go wide and you both stare at Sam. Obviously he couldnât answer that, but neither could you, right?
âNone! Sorry, gotta drink to that. Canât answer cause it ainât trueâ Sam sasses the camera while opening the bottle. Colby laughs, both of you applaudinïżŒg your friend.
âYeah, Iâm gonna drink to that one as wellâ Colby reaches down to grab the other bottle from the floor, pouring it into his shot glass. âI canât answer that, but I do have someone in mindâ he cheers to the camera and his words alone make your stomach twist once again. It definitely wasnât you, but saying something like that⊠after the other questions..
âWhat about you, Y/N?â The girl asks as the boys down their own shots. She raises an eyebrow, âmight as well give us something here, right?â As much as you wanted to decline and run away embarrassed, you could feel the liquid courage increasing.
The way everyone looked at you, they all knew who it was. You leaned back with a huff, you could feel Colbyâs eyes on you the entire time you were stalling, but when you looked at him, his eyes pierced through you.
âI think⊠I think Iâll drink tooâ Sam and Colby boo at you when you pour the shot. You couldnât do it. He didnât either so that must mean he doesnât⊠feel the same, Right?
âI canât even see the camera anymore, dudeâ Sam laughs at Colbyâs words. Sam has more shots then the two of you so youâd imagine heâd be the one saying it, but of course it was Colby.
Maybe thatâs why he was looking at you like that..
Towards the end of the video, all three of you were pretty drunk. Sam was the least, you were in the middle, and Colby⊠Jesus. Colby was so drunk.
âFuck, manâ Colby lays his head on the end table for just a second, you could tell his head was spinning. You rub his back, his body temperature is very warm. You look over to Sam and nod toward the camera, and Sam immediately understands.
âMaybe we should take a small break?â
âWhere are you going?â You ask Sam, watching him put on his jacket and grab his keys. You finished the video about 30 minutes ago and Colby was on the couch watching tv, while you had just changed into night clothes which really were only comfy shorts and a crop top like usual.
âI have to go stay at Katâs tonight. Weâre heading to her parents tomorrow morningâ You hum, pouring a glass of water for yourself and one for Colby. You had forgotten Sam was going away for a few days. âTry not to have too much fun while Iâm goneâ You stop and look at him with slightly furrowed brows, but heâs just raising his eyebrows with a shrug, leaving you with the confusion of his statement.
He doesnât⊠he canât know, right? You werenât that obvious.
âWater?â Your voice is enough to catch Colbyâs attention from the tv. He was watching some random scary movie it looked like but youâd never seen it so you werenât completely sure. You hand him the water and take a seat next to him, leaving a gap between the two of you. You had thought the tension would be gone by now but it clearly wasnât, you could only hope it was just your overthinking.
âWhatâs up with you? You were being weird the whole videoâ His question makes you somewhat relieved. Maybe he didnât suspect anything, maybe it really was all just in your own headâbut how were you meant to explain you couldnât focus because of how badly you wanted him. Even now, he was leaned back on the couch, his hair messy from running his hands through it and his tattoos on full display for you to look at. Jesus, it felt like torture.
Why did you have to get drunk?
âI just didnât feel goodâ You shrug, looking over at the tv and tilting the glass of water toward your lips. You can feel his eyes on you, waiting for you to give him a real answer but he doesnât push you. He only takes a sip of his water, turning back to the movie.
âAre you going home tonight?â You glance at the clock, itâs already 11. Should you? You have a room here, you didnât really need to.
But did he want you to?
âI was planning on staying but if you donât want me to-â
âI want you to stayâ Your stomach twists, with excitement and somewhat nervousness at the same time. He was being direct but he wasnât even looking at you. You wanted to stay and watch the movie with him, but the more you looked at him, the more the drunken side of you just wanted to kiss him.
You wanted him.
âCome hereâ You hesitate for a few seconds before placing your drink back on the glass table in front of you, moving to sit closer to the boy. His arm was laid on the back of the couch and he opens the blanket heâd been using to you. He wanted you close.
Your practically curled next to him by the middle of the movie, head laid in the crook of his neck and your legs sitting on top of his own. Not much had been said all movie, but Colby was getting more and more touchy as it went on.
His fingers traced shapes on your bare legs under the blanket, the cold metal of his rings sometimes brushing against your skin. He made it seem so normal, like it was an every day thing the two of you did together.
But this only made you so much hornier.
His scent radiates from his neck, and it was almost as if you wanted to kiss his neck right then and there. It was so alluringâHe was so alluring to you.
And he knew it.
âDo you want to tell me why you were really acting weird today?â He asks again, looking down at the tent his hand made under the blanket while he caressed your leg.
You bite your bottom lip, looking at the blanket as well. You could feel the tingling feeling between your legs as his hand touched you farther, as if he had been testing the waters before actually saying anything.
âColbyâŠâ You canât help but pull your legs even closer together, and that alone is all he needed to tell him how you felt. âNot everything needs an explanation. Itâs just⊠complicatedâ
âComplicated, huh?â He hums sarcastically, in a knowing form. You bite your lip as you watch him rub his temple, frustration radiating off of him. âYou know, For the longest time, I tried to let this whole thing go out of respect for you, Y/Nâ He mumbled, his voice low and husky with passion. God, he sounded so hot. Even if he was upset, you just couldnât help yourself. âI always thought it would be you and Samâ He lets out a huffed chuckle, still keeping his eyes on his lap. âBut I want it to be meâ
What?
No. He isnât⊠he doesnât mean what you think, right? Colby Brock isnât confessing his feelings for you, right?
âColby, whatâs wrong with you?â His body tenses when you ask that stupid question. Whatâs wrong with him? Like you didnât know.
âWhatâs wrong with me? What about you?â He finally turns his head to look at you, his drunken, sad and very horny eyes staring lasers into yours. âYou canât seriously sit here and believe yourself when you ask me that questionâ You couldnât think. You didnât even move for awhile because of your lack of words or thoughts for that matter. You wanted to give in, but you were also so terrified of if it wasnât real.
âColby, Iâm not the person you want. Trust me, you will figure that out soon enoughâ He scoffs as you get off the couch, trying to at least relieve some of the tension between the two of you. Colby was so tired of waiting, but you were just too scared.
âHow do you know what I want? Youâve barely spoke to me the past few weeks!â The boy calls after you when your walking away from the couch, his voice only makes you stop. âYouâve been weird for weeks, Y/N. Donât ask me whatâs wrong with me when you canât even tell me how you feelâ
âColby, I donât know how I feel!â You turn around with frustration, staring at the back of his head. He was still sat on the couch, and part of you hoped he stayed thereâbut another part wanted him to go after you. âI havenât just been distant because of you-â
âThatâs such bullshit and you know itâ He stands, turning to look at you. You were far too drunk for this. You could feel the unnecessary tears already filling your eyes, you didnât want to argue with him. âLook me in my eyes and tell me thatâthen Iâll let it goâ
âCan we please just talk about this tomorrow-â
âYou know what I think? I think your just scared of feeling weak. Your scared of letting someone in, Y/N. And the past few weeks weâve been getting closer than before, thatâs why your distant now. Thatâs your biggest weaknessâ Colby scoffs, grabbing his jacket off the couch and slipping it on with ease. You furrow your eyebrows as he walks toward you, and past you.
You grab his arm, âColby, your drunk. Donât go out, Pleaseâ heâs avoiding your eyes but you can see the chisel on his jaw, clenching with what you thought had been anger. âI donât know how to do this, Colby. I⊠I canât even bring myself to say the words I want to say to youâ He tears his arm away from you, snatching his keys from the countertop. No. You couldnât let it end like thatânot when you have so much to say. âOkay, fine!â
âYou want the truth, Colby? For years all I felt for you for you, all in silence because I didnât want to ruin our friendship with Sam and Each other. I watched you with other girls since we were juniors! I couldnât stand you, but yet I also couldnât stand to be without you. Everywhere I go, I always want you with meâand when iâd see you with other girls, it would make me feel stupid, like my feelings meant nothing to you even if you didnât knowâ
âHow was I supposed to tell you that? How was I supposed to tell you that even after everything thatâs happened, I still canât stop loving you!â Your confession slips like words of anger said in an heated argument. Colby still wasnât looking at you, which only made your heart ache even worse. You just poured your heart out to himâcouldnât he at least look at you?
âWhen you got put in the hospital during senior year, I was there every fucking second with you! I cried, Colby! I was a mess for days, and Sam was the one who had to juggle the two of us!â You remembered that day like it was yesterday. The day youâd gotten into a huge argument with Sam about your feelings for Colby. Sam always knew of both your feelings, but he didnât say anything to the other. If you were going to admit, it had to be to each other. âIâm usually so good at hiding how I feel, but Iâm getting so tired of it. The Same repeating cycle I just-â
âWhy didnât you just tell me, Y/N. Why didnât you-â
âAre you serious? After all those talks we had about you not caring for a relationship and not wanting a future with someone? You were practically telling me no! I wanted to tell you but then you started going to parties more and kissing girls and-â
âY/Nâ
âIt hurt me, Colby. Thatâs why I didnât tell you. It would physically hurt my chest to see you kiss another girl after flirting with me for DAYS. You played with my head and I know I played with yours too but-â
âY/N, Iâm-â
âNo matter how hard I try or how many guys I find, thereâs nothing for me. I canât⊠I canât move past you and it fucking sucksâ You hadnât even realized he moved until you were done talking. He was close nowâclose enough to hear his breathing if youâd been quiet enough. Your heart shatters with every passing moment thatâs goes silent. You knew you couldnât be the same after this, so you begged in your mind for him to say something.
Only he didnât say anything, and for a moment you actually thought heâd leave you there alone.
But you two were meant to love each other, Remember?
A silent moan escapes your mouth as he crashes his lips into your own, the sound muffled by his. The kiss is filled with so much passion it could make oneâs heart explode if you werenât too careful, it felt like the two of you had been waiting years to do this.
Which you were.
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After the first kiss, the two of you didnât waste any time. Colby pulled you up, your legs wrapping around him as you continued to make out with the dark haired boy. His large hands cupped your ass, and soon enough you felt your back hit the cold wall. One of your hands were laid on the side of his neck while the other held the back of his hair, tugging on it slightly.
It had only been a few seconds ago you were sitting watching a movieâhow in the hell did you both get here so quick?
He carried you to the couch, sitting down so you could straddle his lap instead of holding yourself up against his waist.
His hands release your ass and move up your back, slipping under your shirt to unclip your bra.
Colby smirks against your lips and removes his hand from your shirt, lifting your chin to pull away from the kiss. âDirty girlâ You hum as his lips attach to your neck, his comment making you all the more wet then you already were. You didnât put a bra onâand Colby seemed to have really liked that you didnât. âYou make such pretty soundsâwish I couldâve heard them soonerâ
You can feel the hardness under you, and the more you grind on him, the more you can feel his grip on you tighten. It didnât hurtâit just turned you on even more.
âColby, Pleaseâ You plead breathlessly. You wanted him to do more then just kiss your neck. You wanted him to take you to his room, to do everything heâd do to someone else. âYou donât have to be gentle with meâ you tug his hair gently, meeting his lust filled eyes. You were desperate for him and you didnât care, youâd waited since junior year to have your way with himâto have him want you.
âIâll leave marks all over you, Y/Nâ he says in a slightly warning tone as if he didnât want to completely destroy you in that moment, but you shake your head, grabbing his hand that slipped to the waistband of your sleeper shorts.
âI just want to feel somethingâ You say in a tone heâd never heard you in before, one that made him want you even worse then before. You slip your hand off his own and place it on his chiseled chest, feeling the crease of his abs all the way down until you reached his belt. You wanted him, you just wanted him to know that. âI want to feel you, Colby. I want youâ
âYou want me to treat you like everyone else?â You hesitate but nod after a few seconds, slipping off his lap to stand to your feet. He stands in front of you, his height making a clear difference above you. His expression hadnât changed yet, he was so hard to read. âI wonât do that, Y/Nâ Before you could say anything, he was already picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist again, crashing his lips back into yours as he made his way to his room.
This man⊠you didnât know how to describe the feeling you had when he kissed you, but it was unlike anything youâd ever felt before. He was so different from everyone else youâd been with, and you didnât know why.
You did. Deep down you knew why he made you feel the way he did. Colby was the only guy you truly wanted. Even when you had a boyfriend, you still wanted him instead.
He drops you onto his bed, removing his black wife beater and throwing it to the side, revealing his tattooed body youâve grown to love looking at. He looked so good in this lighting, and the way his hair fell messy over his foreheadâyou couldnât stop your thoughts from running wild.
âI want you, Y/N. I need to know I have all of youâthat your only for meâ You pick your head up to look at him briefly, fingers playing with the string of his pants. âI wonât treat you like some random slut when your notâ
The feeling of his fingertips brushing against your skin made you shiver, it made you feel as if this mightâve not been real, maybe a dream after all. But after seeing his face and feeling his hand stop just above your waistline, everything felt at ease.
âIâve always been yours, Colby Brockâ That was all he needed to hear, all he needed to give into you.
And soon enough, here you were again, pinned against the bed while Colbyâs hands grip your waist, peppering sweet kisses against your neck. You almost couldn't hold it in.
Your hand slowly found its way to the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair as his wandering hands went right under your shorts. You knew what you were doing with the outfit, and it only made him laugh just thinking about it.
âPlease, Colby. I donât want you to hold back⊠I want you to give me all of youâ you were smirking to yourself, biting your nail like this was somewhat funny to you. Colby didnât see the appeal, if he was going to fuck you, he was going to ruin you for anyone else.
âYouâre playing a dangerous game, Y/Nâ He tells you with a sharp tone, moving to place his hands against the beds cloth, closing you between him. You smirk, looking him up and down once before looking back to his face.
âIâm tired of waitingâ The two of you laid there, staring at the other for what felt like forever until He finally gave in, cursing himself under his breath before he grabbed your neck to pull you into a rough kiss. Your body is flush against his as he completely explores your body with his hands. You could feel his growing erection, you could feel his hunger for your body like he felt yours.
âColbyâ You mumble in a breathless moan. His lips remove from yours and move to your jaw, hungrily peppering wet kisses down it, all the way to your neck.
âYou are so fucking hot, Jesusâ He groans against your ear, placing soft kisses on your sensitive skin. Your moans are what encourage him the most. Hearing your sweet whimpers in his ear as he sucked on your neck felt like a dream. Believe god, heâd had that dream many, many times before.
âIâve waited so long for thisâ Your breathless under him, gripping his hair between your small fingers. You could feel his cock pressing against you, begging for your tongue. It was bigâhe was so fucking big. It shouldâve scared you but you were more intrigued, grinding your hips against his to gain some friction with the little time you had before he stopped your bratty movements.
âI know you haveâ He teases and you only roll your eyes, grabbing his hand that held you steady against him. You could feel his lips brushing your skin, he wanted to mark you, and you wanted him to. You wanted Colby Brock to let everyone know you were his.
âNothings stopping me from walking out that doorâ You hum, holding his head and slightly pushing it down so his lips reattached to your neck. âIâll find someone elseâsomeone who hasnât played with me for yearsâ A grunt escapes his mouth as if he had been fighting with the feeling, shaking his head between your neck before meeting your eyes again; your bratty, untamed eyes.
âYouâve waited so long I thought? So long your body even reacts when I look at youâ Heâs so obviously joking and you love every second of it. Every word of degradation is like music to your ears, like a forbidden kink you didnât know you had. âThis is what you wanted, huh? All those looks youâd give me after Iâd make out with randomsâyou were so jealous, Sweetheartâ Your ears are perking at his every word but your eyes were filled with annoyance. Colby knew now so why would you hide it? Hide your jealousy? âAll those times, you couldâve just told me you wanted me and I wouldâve given it all to you. Nobody elseâ
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to his body then before with a smirk, shrugging your shoulders. âThat doesnât matter. I have you nowâ His eyes. Oh god, his eyes were so hungry. At first you didnât know what to think but it only took you a few seconds to realize once his large arms were wrapped around your thighs, pulling your body close to him.
His chin sat against your stomach, staring up at you like he had been waiting for you to say something. But you didnât know what he was planning until his thumb was ghosting around your clothed clit, that same smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you.
He slips your shorts off with ease, along with your black lace underwear, tossing them both to the side.
âFuckâ You breath heavily, leaning your head back against the sheets, not even realizing the boy under you was now fully under you. âS-shit!â Your hand fell clasp over your mouth to silence your moan, eyes falling back on him under you. Except now, his face was pressed into your dripping wet cunt, and his fingers teased what his mouth didnât. âFucking hell, Colbyâ You mumble under your unsteady breath, trying your hardest not to moan because he had just started and you didnât want to seem weak.
But holy shit, this boy knew how to use his tongue.
Your hand fell atop his head in hopes to gain some sort of stability but that quickly failed, given how badly he was attacking your clit. His mouth was warm against you and you already knew youâd come soon. It was like he knew your body inside and out.
âI know your not holding back on me, are you?â His words vibrate against your cunt making you jolt, thankful his arms held you down so you wouldnât squirm. Colby was in pure bliss under you, relishing in your sweet taste that so effortlessly painted his tongue. You were wet, your cunt was begging for more even if you were a crying mess above him, like it finally found what it had been longing for.
âI can take itâ He chuckles at your attempt at retaliation but still manages to one up you, slipping two of his large, slender fingers inside you. âC-Colby, let me-â
âNoâ He only uttered one word but it was enough to make you listen like a trained dog, allowing your legs to tremble against his face. You couldâve taken it had you been prepared, but it had been far too long before any guy had done this to you.
âYou taste so fucking good, Y/Nâ His fingers curl against your spongy walls, pushing his tongue against your clit quickly as your moanâs increased. It was so clear you were already on edge, about to let go without it being over five minutes. You find your pride slipping from you in a matter of seconds, begging the man to let you come as your fingers tug his hair. You couldnât hold on, your legs were far too weak.
âPlease, pleaseâColby, pleaseâ His ears are perking as you moan his name, begging for him, moaning for him. Normally, heâd take his time with you but now? He needed to release all that tension between the two of you from years ago, he knew he couldnât last much longer. He needed to be inside of you, and for that exact reason is why he only sped up under you. âG-gonna come..!â
Your mind tried to come up with some sort of reason as to how you got yourself here, How you got your best friend between your legs, and definitely how you were about to fully submit yourself to this boy while your true feelings for each other were unknown. He was thinking the same thing; how did he get so lucky to have you above him?
âLet go for me, Pretty girlâ In only seconds, youâre coming undone above him, legs almost falling weak as they shook from your release, sending shivers throughout your entire body. Colbyâs still torturing your body, pumping his fingers into you at a faster pace. It was clear, he was trying to kill you.
âColby!â You cry, gripping his hair with a begging tone. You couldnât take it much longer. You had to push him away. Finally, after what felt like forever, he removed his tongue from you, letting his fingers slip from inside you. His strong arms are the only thing that held your legs still, and you could see your release painted on his chin once he looked up at you. âHoly shitâ You curse under your breath, chest heaving as he stood to his feet. You look at the large man above you, noticing once again how he towers over you.
He bites his lip, admiring your perfect body that had been on almost full display for him. He leans down when you notice how hard he is, lifting your chin with the hand he hadnât used on you.
You watch through your eyelashes as he sucks his finger clean from your release, biting his lip with a silent chuckle at how lovingly you looked at him. You grab his hand, pulling it closer to you until his other finger was pressed against your lipsâto which you copied his action from before, staring into his dark eyes as you did.
âGood girlâ He knew you liked that. It was so obviousâthe way your legs clench together at his praise. He pulls his hand away and moves it to your neck, pressing a soft but sloppy kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself from him, and God⊠it was so fucking hot.
Your hand feels his body effortlessly until you reach his aching print, a small smile pulling at your lips against him.
âLet meâ You mumble breathlessly, placing your hand over his cock. You could feel how desperate he had been for you, how badly he wanted you in that moment. His hand wraps around your throat firmly, pulling your lips to crash back into his own. He was so rough and impatientâyou loved it.
âI need you. Right here, Right nowâ His voice is deep and makes your skin shiver, the way his hands touch you so delicately but with control. His room was slightly dark, only lit by the strip of LEDâs above his bed frame.
âI want to be yours, Colby. Make me yours, pleaseâ Your words make his and your own stomach twist into knots, he almost felt bad. He waited so long to make the move, afraid he misread the signs, but heâd never admit that. You allow your hands to travel down his bare abs, feeling every chisel between the pads of your fingertips. When you reach his belt, youâre quick to help him tug his pants off, watching him with the most admiration.
âAfter we do this, everything will changeâ He looks at you once more, both of your hands laid on the waistband of his underwear. You lay your free hand on the side of his neck and use the other to touch him lowerâright where he wanted you the entire time.
His breath shutters at your bare touch, something heâs wanted for so long was finally right in front of him. You were all he wanted and he prayed you ensue him just as much.
âI love you, Colby. Thereâs no change in thatâ You tell him truthfully, watching his eyes soften just before you pulled his face down to kiss his lips. Except this kiss had much more
meaningâthe kiss after youâd admit your feelings for one another.
He leans you down, closing you between his large body and his bed, your hand is still pressed into his print, but heâs already slipping his underwear off by the time you can notice.
Fuck. He was going to ruin you.
Your hands cup his face when his tip presses against your entrance, slick coating it by the second. You wanted him for so long, you didnât care if it hurt at first.
You just wanted him.
From the moment he pushed inside of you, the only feeling you could endure was love. He was slow, gentle to help you get used to his size. The boy peppers kisses to your neck as he pushed further, comforting your slightly pained moans that slip from your lips without warning.
âMmmâ You let out a soft moan once his tip is past your entrance, the hard part was now over. You look at him with your lips parted, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip. He pushes your hair out of your face before kissing you, and you werenât prepared for when he pushed into you fully with one snap of his hips.
Your toes curled and your nails dug into his skin desperately, the feeling was almost indescribable. You just felt⊠full.
âOh my godâ You moan against his lips, throwing your head back as he strokes you slowly, massaging your thigh. You looked so perfect like this, so pretty in this light. Your body was almost bare for him, and your body was welcoming him with open armsâhe couldnât get enough of you. âColbsâŠColbyâ one of your hands release his shoulder to grip the sheet underneath you, teeth catching your bottom lip between them.
âStarting to feel good?â He hums while you nod, moving his head down to your neck, placing sloppy kisses against it. His hips find a steady pace at first and gradually work their way up, starting deep, then fast to your skin. âGod, you feel so goodâ one of his hands travels up your body until it reaches the shirt covering your upper half, just wanting to rip in off of you.
âTake it off, babyâ Your breathless words are too late when heâs already slipping it off your now fully bare body, completely discarding it to the floor next to him. Jesus, you were so perfect.
âYou are so beautiful, Y/Nâ He presses a kiss to your lips before moving down your body, trailing his wet tongue down until he reached your nipple. He couldnât take his eyes off you, the curves of your body⊠you were practically made for him. A shuddered moan escapes your lips when he swirls his tongue around your hardened nipple, kneading the other with his free hand.
âMmm!â Between the stokes of his hips and the sensations he brought to your skin, you couldnât hold much in. You were sure you were being too loud but the two of you didnât care. It was just you and him, nobody else.
His strong arms capture your thighs, pulling one of your legs to rest against his shoulder. âColby! I canât⊠oh my goshâ Your little voice is projecting off the walls of the empty room but you donât care, only worried about the boy above you. Your head was still slightly spinning from the drinks you endured earlier that night and it only mixed with your horny mess of a body, begging Colby for more. âItâs so good⊠fuck! Youâre so fucking good!â
âLook at you. Such a fucking mess under me. You needed me just as much as I needed youâ He grabs the back of your head, pulling you up slightly so you were at an angle you couldnât look away from him. His big eyes were burning holes into your own, hips rutting into you like he had something to prove.
Which he did.
âGonna comeâŠ! Colby, Iâm gonna come!â Your a whining mess under him and he loves every second of it, pushing his hips into you faster then before. Your small body was like a toy in his hand and you were at his every command, doing everything he said.
âCome for me. Want you to scream my name so the whole neighborhood knows whoâs fucking you this goodâso ever man knows your mineâ You knew it was a bad idea but who were you to decline that request? You were already screaming as it was. âMy dirty girl, Your so fucking hot like thisâ
âIâm coming! Iâmâoh my god I-â Your voice is cut off by your loud moan, leg shuttering against his shoulder as you felt your release threatening to push over. His tip was kissing your cervix repeatedly, and you knew you couldnât last much longer. âColbyâŠ!â You cry out, pressing your hand to his chest as if that was going to do anything. Your orgasm finally tipped, and you felt it hit you like a truck.
âThatâs it, Baby. Good girlâ His thumb rubs circles against your clit as he ruts into your harder, watching your liquid spurt from between the two of you. âMy god, Y/N. So fucking good for meâ
âColby⊠pleaseâJesus-â
âYou can whine all you want, but your body is calling mine for more. You want moreâ You grip his large arms until your knuckles turn white, scratching along his tanned skin. You curse at him, not wanting to hear his teasing any longer. âFuck me? Iâm only giving you what you wantâ You look at him with an angry look for a second before completely switching, a smirk pulling at your lips. Jesus, you were nasty, huh?
He pulls out of you all at once making you whine, not able to protest before heâs already flipping you over onto your stomach and pushing your ass in the air. You giggle, stretching your arms in front of you as you arch your back against him, begging him to forgive you. âI was only joking, Pretty boyâ You hum, looking back at his face.
He doesnât say anything and grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back onto his length that so easily slipped inside of you. Your eyes roll back almost instantly as he bottoms you out, pushing his cock as deep as he could reach inside you. âThis is what you wanted? Then fucking take itâ He growls against your ear, slamming himself into your harder than he had been before. You couldnât even think straight, you were already so fucked out you didnât even remember what it felt like to not be fucked.
âfuck! Right there! Please, Colbyâfuck me right there!â Your begging voice is music to his ears, your hands gripping the ground under you as he pushed himself against you. âYouâre so deep⊠so fucking good to me, babyâ He hums, leaning against your body so you were entirely pressing against him, his tongue running along your skin. Once again, you could feel his sloppy kisses against your shoulder and your neck.
âNobody can fuck you like I can, Pretty girl. Your mine. Youâre all fucking mine, you hear me?â You cry out a yes, the sound of your skin slapping against each others being the only thing that could be heard. âThatâs it, just like that, my loveâ He praises against your ear, holding your hips to press into his.
âColby, Iâm gonna come⊠oh my godâ You whine into the sheet, feeling the pressure building up fast inside you. Heâs a grunting mess above you so you knew he was close as well, he was only holding out for you. âCome with me. Please, donât hold out on meâ
The snap of his hips slow down the closer he gets, and now your body is flush against his own, rocking back and forth to his pace with his face buried in your neck.
âI fucking love you, Y/N. My girl, come for me and only me, yeah?â You moan at his words, throwing your head back against his chest as his fingers circle your sensitive clit. you couldnât hold it anymore, and neither could he. âIâm right behind youâ
Drunk sex always felt way too good but usually it was faster and much sweatier, this felt far too different. Even if your hips moved fast against his, it still felt like everything had been in slow motion. The way his hands held your delicate body in his embrace as he thrust his hips up to meet your own, how his lips parted in anticipation to kiss yours, Colby was so hungry for youâhis body, was hungry for you.
âColby⊠Colby!â His name rolls off your tongue in a beautiful moan. You can feel his slight hesitance but the eyes you give him are enough to tell him exactly what you wanted. You wanted all of him, just as you said.
âFuckâŠ!â He curses under his breath, your moans filling his ears as you clenched down onto him. He continues to coach you to it, and with one last snap of his hips and circle to your clit, you felt your body release itâs everything onto his. He shushes your loud scream while silencing his own grunts, fingers digging into your hips to pull you close, painting your gummy walls with his white, hot release.
For awhile, All that was heard was your heavy breathing and the sounds of the tv in the other room, and you soon found yourself collapsed next to each other on the bed. Your chests were heaving horribly, and the sweat that drip from your foreheads were now everywhere. You look over at the boy next to you, only to find he had already been looking at you, both of you breathing heavyâlips parted.
It only took a second for one of you to start laughing, and Colby leaned over to kiss you again, this time staying there for the longest he could.
You hum as he pulls away just a tiny bit, still close to your face. Your eyes are shut, relishing in the feeling you had. How do you go on from this? Clearly you two loved each other, but you prayed it wouldnât be weirdâŠ
âCome hereâ He lays his arm out, pulling your body closer to his so you could lay your head against his chest. The room was hot and smelled of pure sex but neither of you complained. You were just happy.
âColbyâŠâ You mumble after awhile in silence, tracing the tattoo on his chest for the 2nd time. He hums in response, the tips of his fingers brushing through your soft hair. You almost feel bad, as if youâre about to ruin the amazing night you hadâbut you had to say it. âWhere do we go from here..?â
Your voice is low and nervous, so focused on the negative that you couldnât even see the obvious answer. Colby made it clear what he wanted. He couldnât go back to normal with youânot after this night.
âI want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N. Iâve always wanted thatâ He pushes your hair away from your face, placing his finger under your chin to lift it. âPlease tell me thatâs what you want tooâ
Your eyes soften at his hesitant tone, grabbing the hand that sat under your chin to intertwine your fingers. Of course you wanted that. It was all you ever wanted.
You nod
âSam is going to be so happyâ
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alternate title: the jealous character trope is actually kinda fun to write
rating: teen+
characters: live action!roronoa zoro | fem!reader | live action!vinsmoke sanji | live action!straw hats ensemble
pairing: live action!roronoa zoro x fem!reader
word count: 3.5k
description: sanji flirts endlessly with you while dining at the baratie. zoro is displeased.
tags: strawhat!reader, female reader, fluff, kissing, no use of 'y/n', establishment of relationship, flirting, alcohol consumption, pda
authorâs note: i got like ~5 requests to write this so here you guys go! this was a popular one lmao. the story is a vague spinoff to my other fic pretty in that, but it doesn't have to be read to understand this one.
Youâd volunteered to deal with the docking fees for the Going Merry, locking up the pirate ship as the rest of the crew entered Baratie. You were just five or so minutes late entering after the restaurant the rest of the Straw Hats had gone into. Youâd never seen anything like it beforeâan eatery right in the middle of the ocean, in the shape of a giant fish.Â
You stepped into the building cautiously, glancing around the wide expanse of the main room to try and catch a glimpse of your friends. The restaurant was big, with a mezzanine that youâd entered in and stairs leading down to the first floor. The host, a fishman who was standing at the reservation desk, glanced up to take a look at you.Â
âAh, you must be with the pirates,â he said pleasantly. âRight this way, miss.âÂ
You nodded, wondering how Luffy was intending on paying for the bill of such a place as you scoped out the area. It was far nicer than anything you wouldâve expectedâbut then again, heâd somehow managed to score the Going Merry from Kaya back in Syrup Village, so you figured heâd work something out.Â
Finally, you caught a glimpse of the rest of your crew, tucked away in a circular side booth that the fishman led you to. Luffy brightened upon seeing you, waving you over with a hand so excitedly you feared it was about to flop around like rubber. Considering his powers, that was a more than likely situation, actually.Â
âThank you,â you told the host, then turned towards your friends. âNo food yet?âÂ
âYou didnât miss much,â Usopp said, a little snicker in his voice. âJust the waiter getting our drink orders. He was flirting the heck outta Nami.â
âOh?â you asked, a smile flickering up your lips. The only open space in the table was between Zoro and Namiâyou gave Zoro a confused look, and he gestured down to his swords, which were caught in the ledge between the chair and the wall. You snickered. âRo. Youâre such a loser.âÂ
âShut up,â Zoro muttered, hand on your waist as you climbed over him to get to the empty seat. It stayed there for a moment longer, even after youâd arranged yourself in the seat, before he finally dropped his hand. Usopp made a face that you pointedly ignored.Â
âWhatâd you guys order?â you asked instead. If thereâd been a menu available, the waiter had probably taken it away; still, there wasnât much variety in the East Blue, so you could expect thereâd be a lot of seafood and not much else.Â
âOne of everything,â Luffy responded brightly. âSo weâll be able to try the whole menu!âÂ
âYou sure thatâs a good idea, Cap?â you asked, brows raised. Luffy shrugged.Â
âI donât see why not.â
âQuit it with the nickname,â Zoro muttered. Neither him or Nami had gotten any more receptive to it since youâd first started calling Luffy it. Usopp didnât seem so keen on it eitherâif only because he fancied himself Captain Usopp. Luffy liked it, though, and that pleased you enough to keep using it.
âIâll get you to start saying it eventually,â you teased, nudging Zoro in the arm. He shook his head, but there was a suggestion of a smile on his lips as he glanced away. âJust you wait.â You turned to Nami, eyes sparkling. âWhat about the waiter, though? Was he cute?âÂ
Usopp laughed at that, and Nami gave you a disparaging look. âCome on,â she started. âNot you too. Zoro was allââÂ
The sound of footsteps cut off her speech, and you glanced up to find a lean, blond man pausing by the lip of your table. He held a silver plate, upon which perched a variety of different drinksâbeers, milk, water. âHere are your drinks,â he said, voice lifting with an accent you couldnât quite place. âAnd appetizers.âÂ
He had just finished placing the last of the drinks balancing on his forearm on the table when the waiter glanced up and registered you sitting there. His expression instantly changed, the crease of his mouth softening into a pleasant smile, his previously-dull blue eyes bright and sparkling. âWell, hello there. An addition?âÂ
âYeah, sorry Iâm late,â you said. The waiter flashed a grin, white ivories shining under the fluorescents. Â
âOh, absolutely no problem. They say those who are late are fashionable, and you, madam, certainly fit the bill,â the waiter said. Your eyes widened, glancing over to Nami to find her shaking her head, but the waiter didnât stop there. âIâm Sanji. What can I get for you to drink? Weâve got a wide selection of fine wines that might suit your taste.âÂ
âOh, umââ you started, glancing at the rest of your crew again. Usopp was hiding his snicker, and Nami was giving you a tired look. Assumedly this had been the man whoâd tried it on her, tooâto unfortunate ends, probably, considering how Nami was. Not that this would be any more effective on you. Your eye was already captured by a particular green-haired swordsman, after all. âI donât really have anything in mind.â
Sanji looked pleased about that, clasping his hands together around his platter. âAh, let me guess, then. A bayberry or red currant wine, perhaps? Fruity, tart, full of flavor.â he winked. âA feisty drink for a feisty girl.âÂ
âCanât say Iâve tried it, but sure,â you said, the faintest smile on your lips. âIâll let you know how I like it.âÂ
Sanji grinned, looking rather satisfied with that, a delighted little smile on his lips. âOne red currant wine, then. Iâll have it right out. And would you also like to order a meal, orâŠâ He glanced over at Luffy, presumably referencing your captainâs more-than-outrageous order. âAre you all set?âÂ
âI think weâre set, thanks,â you assured, and Sanji nodded. He flashed you another bright smile before turning on his heel back off to the kitchen.Â
Usopp finally let out the laughter heâd been keeping in, choked sounds emitting from his throat as he thudded his chest with a fist. You rolled your eyes, but it was good-natured, letting Usopp laugh.Â
âWell, at least Iâm not being singled out,â Nami said with a sigh, and you exchanged a sympathetic glance with her. She patted your hand comfortingly, then scrutinized the water Sanji had gotten her. âAt least he didnât put it in a flute.âÂ
âZoro, youâve got competition!â Usopp called, still laughing from the entire ordeal. You glanced to your side, to where the swordsman sat. Zoro had stiffened sometime during the conversation, jaw clenched and arms wound tightly across his chest. He hadnât even touched the beer that Sanji had set in front of him, eyes fixed carefully to a spot beside Luffyâs head and refusing to look over at you.Â
âHeâs a waiter,â Zoro said crisply. âHe buses tables for a living.â With that, he grabbed his bottle, popping the tab and taking a swig.Â
âI donât know, man, did you see the way he took down those pirates?â Usopp turned to you, all excited again. âOh, you missed this whole thing! Two pirates were fighting over a seat or something, and Sanji just demolished both of them! You wouldâve loved it.âÂ
âHe is a really good fighter,â Luffy agreed. Their words did nothing but seem to annoy Zoro further.Â
âCan we not talk about the restaurant personnel? Surely you can think of more interesting topics of conversation.â His tone was sharp, and all icy, and you inched your hand closer to his leg to tap his thigh in question. He glanced down at your touch, but didnât deign to say anything else. He just picked up his beer again, nursing it while the rest of the crew continued on with their conversation.Â
Despite Luffy changing the subject, Zoro didnât speak, and you kept peeking glances over at him in concern. Your feelings for him had just continued developing ever since Syrup Village, although neither of you had reasonably talked about the closet incident since itâd happened. What with the reveal of Kuro and the escape from the marines and all, there hadnât exactly been time to. But youâd been on good terms, and the actions he made around youâpressing a hand to your waist as you moved past him, turning towards you first mid-conversation, shoving you down when the marines had fired their first cannon at the Going Merry.Â
Before you could whisper to him and question what his silence was about, though, Sanji reappeared, carrying two platters filled to the brim with plates. They were laden with different types of meat and vegetables, sauces glinting under the light and hot steam still billowing.Â
He set the dishes on the table, somehow managing to arrange them so they all fit on the countertop. Sanji set down the last plate then turned to you, placing a glass and a bottle of dark crimson wine on the table in front of you. He had to lean over Zoro to reach, and Zoro flinched, but still didnât say anything as Sanji uncorked the bottle and poured you a glass.Â
âTell me what you think,â he said, all smiles again. âIâll be embarrassed if it isnât to your liking.â
You picked the glass up, swirling it carefully inside the glass before leaning down into the cup to take in a full sniff. You tilted your head back to take a small sip, moving the liquid around your mouth to fully savor the flavor before finally swallowing. The wine was sweet, light rather than rich with a delicate tartness that burst on your tongue. You glanced up just to see a giant grin had stretched up Sanjiâs mouth, brightening his face up considerably.Â
âWhat?â you asked.Â
âNot often do I see a patron who knows how to taste wine properly,â Sanji answered with a little duck of his head. âA lady of class, I see. How do you like it?âÂ
âNot too strong. I like the tartness,â you answered. âA good recommendation. Thank you.âÂ
Sanji gave you a little bow, hand flourishing to the side as he dipped his head. âI live to serve.âÂ
âYeah, well, why donât you serve me another beer?â Zoro said abruptly. Usopp coughed, and you could see Nami elbow him out of your peripheral vision. Luffy just looked confused.Â
Sanjiâs face fell almost immediately after Zoro had spoken, his eyes flickering away from yours. âOf course. Iâll be right back,â he said, a tight smile at his lips. He ducked out of the booth, and Zoro let out an irritated noise, tongue flicking against from the roof of his mouth.Â
Usopp snorted, fully this time, and you turned to glance over at himâhe and Nami were both hiding their gazes, though you could see smiles cracked along their lips.Â
Zoro glared at them. âShut it.âÂ
âNot saying anything!â Usopp said, though he half-hid behind Luffy like Zoro was going to lunge over the table to get to him. That didnât seem⊠entirely unlikely, actually; Zoroâs right hand rested firmly on the handle of one of his swords, fingers ready to pull the blade at any second. You watched him out of the corner of your eye, wanting to say something. But not in front of everyone else. It wouldnât be appropriate, you decided.Â
Eventually your meal wound down to an end. Zoro got less and less tense throughout it, though you were fairly certain that was due to the drinks he was having rather than any actual reassurance. Sanji, thankfully, came back with the bill in the middle of a conversation you really didnât want to think aboutâLuffy and his marine grandfather was not something your mind wanted to dwell onâonly for him to disappear again.Â
Just moments later, a man with a braided mustache came storming out of the kitchen. Luffy did some more of his Luffy nonsense, and, honestlyâyou were getting too tired about all of this to pay any close attention. You spared a glance over at Zoro again. His face was as blank as ever. Â
âOkay,â Usopp said slowly, a few delayed seconds after whoâd undoubtedly been the head chef yanked Luffy out of his seat. âIâm ready to check out whateverâs outside. Letâs go.âÂ
âWhat about Luffy?â you asked, perplexed.Â
âHeâll find his way out of that,â Nami said with a sigh. She stood up, knocking back the rest of her drink. Since she wasnât exactly wrong, you got up, glancing over your shoulder at the last of the group that remained seated. âZoro?âÂ
Zoro was staring into his now-empty bottle of beer. He still seemed off, the line of his mouth creased downwards, jaw set tight. âYeah,â he said finally, standing to his full height and slipping out of the booth. He offered you a hand, helping you down from your seat, but said nothing more.Â
The four of you headed out to the mouth of the Baratie fish, which boasted a bar decorated with neon lights. You found a place to sit by the fishâs bottom lip, and you turned in your seat, staring out at the sea. The water was dark with the night, peaceful ripples moving across the water that sent shimmering waves across the blue.Â
âIâm gonna get a drink,â Usopp said. âCome, Nami?âÂ
âHuh?â Nami glanced up, and you turned to watch the exchange. âOh, Iâm okay, Usopp. Thanks, though.âÂ
âNo,â Usopp insisted, a smile still pasted on his face as he jerked his head, not very discreetly, in your and Zoroâs direction. Nami seemed to realize, then, eyes going wide before she got up from her seat.Â
âActually, on second thought, Iâll join you,â she said, far smoother than Usopp had been. âGod knows you donât have any money to pay for a drink.â
She breezed past him, ignoring the offended gape Usopp left in her wake before he was scrambling to follow her. You turned your attention towards Zoroâhe was lounging in the seat across from you, one hand on his swords with his legs crossed. âHi,â you said carefully.Â
He stiffened. âHey.âÂ
You pursed your lips, mulling over the ways to go about the conversation before ultimately deciding to spit it out. âWhatâs wrong?â At his raised brow, you were prompted to continueâ âDuring dinner. You were acting weird.â
Zoro shook his head, dropping his gaze from yours. You could see the faintest trace of freckles spattered along his cheeks, the yellow glow from the lanterns reflecting off his skin. âNothingâs wrong. Just⊠the waiter.â
âThe waiter,â you repeated. Zoro shifted, legs uncrossing and hand tightening around his swords again. His voice was low the next time he spoke, and you could barely hear him, having to lean forward to catch all of his words.
âHe was flirting with you.âÂ
Your breath hitched, but you tried to keep your tone casual. âHe was flirting with Nami too,â you said, glancing up to meet his eyes. Zoro still wouldnât meet your gaze, staring out into the East Blue behind you.Â
âThatâs different.â Zoroâs eyes finally lifted, long eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks as you met eyes. You shivered, gooseflesh suddenly prickling up everywhere on your skinâthe back of your neck, up your spine, down your arms and legs. âI donât like Nami.âÂ
You tilted your head to the side, meeting his gaze. The words sent a little rush through you; a rush you got practically every time Zoro looked in your direction, actually, which was only a little bit annoying. The amount of influence a man youâd known for, comparatively, not that long had over you had you rolling your eyes all the time, but⊠you trusted Zoro at this point, as uncooperative as he and Nami had been throughout your entire journey.Â
âYouâre jealous of a waiter.âÂ
âDonâtââ Zoro sighed. âDonât put it like that.âÂ
âBut itâs true. Youâre jealous of a waiter,â you said, unblinking. Zoro rolled his eyes, teeth resting along his lower lip in an almost-bite. You snickered, tone sloping upwards to become more teasing, almost sarcastic. âHow the mighty have fallen. From me practically begging you to say I looked nice in a dress to this.âÂ
âOkay, thatâs enough,â Zoro said, uncrossing his legs to lean over and press his hand over your mouth. You laughed, surprised, as he leaned over you, eyes sparkling at the reaction. âNot another word.âÂ
He removed his hand, giving you a look. You betrayed his trust almost immediately. âOf a waiter.âÂ
âDo you want me to put the hand back?â Zoro threatened, but you were full-on laughing by now, and he couldnât do anything but watch. The sounds escaped from your mouth, ringing out in soft, lively hiccups. He shook his head, hand falling to his side as he watched you, a ghost of a smile tugging up the side of his mouth.Â
âSorry, Ro,â you said, unable to suppress your grin even as your laughter died off. âItâs a little funny, you have to admit.âÂ
âIâd like to hear you talk if someone was flirting with me,â Zoro muttered, so quiet you could barely hear. You had to stifle another laugh.Â
âOkay, well, unlike you, I donât get territorial over people I havenât even talked about my relationship with, but I appreciate it.â You nudged him. âItâs kinda cute.â
Zoro seemed lost in the first half of your sentence, and you could practically see the cogs whirring in his head. For a moment, you were worried that the closet had been a one-time thingâbut no, heâd mentioned just earlier that he liked you, so clearly something else was the matter.Â
Your worries were answered in just another moment. â...Weâre supposed to talk about our relationship?â
âZoro.â You gave him a look of disbelief, forced to suppress another laugh, though this time it was out of incredulity. âYes. Have you ever dated anyone before?âÂ
Zoro made a face at that. âKeeping that to myself, thanks.â He dropped his chin, glancing down at where you were, still leaning over you so you were forced to crane your neck to stare up at him. He tilted his head to the side. âSo what kind of talking are we supposed to be doing?âÂ
âYou know, the establishment of being exclusive; a cementation of our feelings; what the relationship entails; where we want it to goâŠâ You paused, watching as his eyes flickered down your face. Your words were going in one ear and out the other. âYouâre not listening at all, huh.âÂ
âNot really,â Zoro said, not sounding very apologetic about it. His free hand came to cup the underside of your jaw, tilting your head up just so. âIs the talking really that necessary?âÂ
You shrugged, trying to keep your cool. âEventually.âÂ
âEventually,â he repeated, stretching out the syllables of the word as he quoted you. âSo we can do it another day.â
You bit the inside of your cheek to hide your smile. âWhat were you thinking?â
Zoro was slotting his lips over yours before you could say another word, his fingers digging into the hinge of your jaw to allow him better access. You smiled into the kiss, lips curling upwards and open to let him lick into your mouth.Â
It wasnât too risquĂ©, but Zoro took your breath away all the same, an appreciative murmur low in his throat as he kissed you. One of your hands wrapped around his wrist, tugging him insistently downwards so you could get a better angle at his mouth, sucking gently at his lower lip. He nearly stumbled, losing his center of gravity before steadying himself, one hand coming to rest on your ribcage as the kiss deepened.Â
âGuys!â Usoppâs voice came somewhere from the right, high-pitched and excessively scandalized. You felt Zoro scoff into your mouth.
âYou realize youâre in public, right?â Nami deadpanned, plopping down in the seat next to you. You nudged Zoroâs head away, his hand still on your jaw, half-craned over your figure. Nami looked unimpressed, eyes flickering from Zoro to you and back again. âGet a room. Go back to the Going Merry for all I care.â She extended a hand, placing a mug of beer on the table before you before handing you a matching one. âI got you drinks. Youâre welcome.âÂ
âThanks,â you said, leaning up to press one final kiss on Zoroâs lips before turning to take the glass Nami had outstretched. Usopp groaned, covering his eyes with one hand and lifting a giant cup of something with the other. It was so big you wondered how heâd even been able to carry it. You eyed him. âYouâre going to pass out drinking that.âÂ
Usopp made a face at you. You just laughed.Â
âSorted out your issues with the waiter, then?â Nami asked, turning to fix a knowing look on Zoro. He rolled his eyes, effortless as ever as he settled back down into his seat.Â
âStill donât like the waiter.âÂ
âYouâre ridiculous,â you said, and Zoro scoffed, picking up the mug Nami had gotten him. You could see the smile behind the glass rim, though, even as he clearly tried to hide it, and matched it with one of your own.Â
Zoro ducked his head to smile into his beer. Usopp made a gagging sound. âGod,â Nami muttered, but their criticisms might as well have been deaf to your ears by then.Â
All you could see was Zoro.Â
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The old men of One Piece finding out they have a child with you. Pt. 3
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Healthy Mix of Angst and Fluff
Buggy
It had been a week since Buggy had given you the talk about taking a 'Vacation with the boys' aka himself taking time away to help you raise the twins-
At first you didn't expect him to actually stick to it- it was a heavy order for anyone especially a pirate. However you had seen him silently preparing for the time off, piles of paperwork how payouts to his crew, budgeting for the time away and more.
It filled your heart in ways you never expected. Feeling joyful at him being so willing to do this for you and the twins. Speaking of the twins, they had been extra rambunctious it seemed. Clearly having enjoyed Buggy's time and attention too much and now that he was working that ment that the crew was at the twins mercy-
You never thought you'd see the day that the crew would miss Buggy's presents especially against two pre-teen boys.
"Miss (Y/N) can you please- Please Take the children" Cabaji said, His eyes sunken in and tired as he held Dee in one Arm and Bee in another. It seemed both had gotten into a fight again and Cabaji was in the middle.
"Of course" You giggle and thank the poor man, Taking your twins in your arms and bring them inside. Scolding both for being brats and getting them washed and fed for the night.
That night a storm rolled in. Rocking the Big Top and its crew inside, You sat there brushing out your boys hair in the Captian's quarters where you lived. The storm had set in thick, rocking the ship and pelting the crew with hail and icy rain. Buggy out on the main deck at the wheel as he yelled over the storm.
"Mom- I don't like the storms..." Dee whispered. Leaning against you as the ship rocked once again- Bee didn't say anything but his body language saying the same.
"I know sweety, but it's part of-"
"ENEMY SHIP ENEMY SHIP! ALL HANDS ON DECK!!" The announcement started from the speakers, you rising to your feet quickly as you heard the battle started.
"Boys you stay here and hide, Understand me?" You order, the twins nod quickly and do as said and hide under the bed. You grab a sword quickly and rush out the room, Locking it behind you with the key Buggy had given you.
You hold the sword as you see the first face of the enemy pirates rush down to the Lower Deck, Slicing through them with ease and continued up to the Main Deck Locking the door of the Lower Deck and rushing forward as more pirates approached you, You quickly defended yourself as you tried to stay close to the main doors. The rain pelting your skin and making it hard to see, A larger man approached with a axe. Swinging down he almost struck you as you slipped and managed to move away just in time.
"(Y/N)!!!"
Buggy yelled as he released his arms launching blades into the man's chest and knocking him back. As his arms returned to him a massive wave hit- Sending ocean water over the main deck, you saw this as the crash swept Buggy from the wheel. Running forward you grabbed Buggy sleeve and pulled him before he could be claimed by the rough waters, holding the wheel to keep from slipping.
Once the ship started to lean you pulled Buggy closer. Feeling his cough and regain his breath against you before climbing back up to the wheel to steady the rocking ship.
You saw the other shop fire more canons but the waves making them miss and fall short of the ship- The crew of the rival pirates starting to creak and splinter as the waves crashed against it.
"Retreat!!" A call of a rival pirate yelled, the temaing of their men trying to flee to the ship as the waves hit it. As the Ropes connecting the ships ripped Buggy turned hard, The backside of the ship smacking its offender as he tried to ride down the waves to clearer waters. Another massive wave came up and knocked the ship to its side, The Big Top groaning at the hit as it rode down the mountain of waves desperately.
You looked back to see the other ship heading into the opposite direction, the waves swallowing it from your perspective.
It was another 30 minutes before the storm softened enough to not be in danger. The crew both exhausted from the battle and storm it seemed, bodies of friend and foe being tossed overboard as the spinkle of rain washed the blood.
"You did good (Y/N).. Thank you" Buggy said softly, looking to you from the wheel of the ship. He looked rough- Soskes to the bone with his makeup running down his face.
"Of course" You said softly and giving him a equally tired smile.
"Captian! They got into the lower deck while the fight was happening!" Cabaji yelled out- Taking note of the damage that had been done. Your blood ran cold- Rushing from Buggy's side you ran down the stairs to the lower level, looking and seeing blood of a few fallen crewmates in the hall. Rushing to the Captian's quarters were you saw the splintered wood of the broken door, tears running down your cheeks as you felt your heart actually break. You frantically looked around- Sword still in hand as you stood in the room, it was destroyed. Blade slices through the pillows, furniture turned over.
"No- No No NO!" You screamed loudly, the reality hitting your chest making you scream out a sob.
Buggy rushed downstairs, seeing the splintered door and you sitting on the destroyed bedroom floor sobbing loudly. He ran to your side as his eyes frantically searching the envirment with the same fear as you.
"They are gone!" You sobbed, Buggy face turning to stone as he stood up- Tossing around the broken furniture and items in the room desperate to find evidence of them.
"FUCK!" He roared, anger filling his soul. He turned to your sobbing form and grabbed you by your shoulders- He looked like he wanted to scream at you but instead pulled you to his chest.
"We'll find them- There isn't any blood so they are alive" He said, it sounded like he was speaking more to himself then you.
"We'll Find them"
Shanks
It seemed Shanks had not been in Times good Graces. Not at all- What had expected to be a 6 month long Mission had been extended- drastically.
7 Years- 7 Years has Shanks been out to sea. From being turned into a Emperor of a sea, seeing the future of pirating and the slow steady crumble of the Goverment. Shanks had been stuck- but that didn't matter.. It was over at least for now-
Shanks felt his heart jumping as he saw the coast of the small village.
You stare at him shocked, before your face fell in a mixture of anger, sadness and some relief.
"You're back..." Was all you could mutter, Shanks surprised by your coldness. Awkwardly shifting on his feet.
"Well yeah! Of course I am! I came here to see You and Vivian" He said enthusiastically, you winced at his words and sighed.
Shanks feeling off about your attitude towards him- You gestured for him to follow you which he obediently did. Sitting at the dining room table
"Shanks I'm going to be honest with you- Vivian is not going to be very welcoming to you"
Shanks felt like you had just dumped cold water on him at saying this.
"What? No of course she will! I know it's been a while but I love her (Y/N) and she was my little gir-"
"For a few weeks... but that was years ago.. when she was 4 years old- Shes 11 and sees you as the dad that just packed up and left-" You said bluntly which made him bristle at the harsh words.
Shanks was ready to start in to argue till he heard the door open.
"Mom I'm home!" The sweetest voice he had ever heard called out to him. His eyes widened at this standing from his seat as he watched Vi make a appearance. In her school clothes still she had her hair in a ponytail and looked a bit scrapped up like she had been playing outside.
"Vivian" Shanks said softly, She turned her gaze to him and froze. Looking him up and down at first in shock- before her face scrunched up in a angry scowl. Adjusting her backpack she walked upstairs ignoring Shanks open arms as he stood there frozen in place.
"What the hell was that!?" He cried in shock as he turned back to you, you shrugged.
"I told you-"
Shanks stared at you in shock st this, before dashing out the back door in lightning speed. After 30 minutes he returned with a armful of gifts and marched upstairs to drop them off at her door. You knowing this wasn't going to fair well and offered him the guest room just like before.
Shanks had bought every gift he could think of- Every toy, outfit and more. All were refused and left back on his guest bed, The most he received was a cold glare from Vivian before she left the house for school or to do something away from home.
It had been 3 weeks already of Vivian giving him the cold shoulder or just being angry at him- He sat at your dining room table staring at the glass of rum he had barely sipped. Watching the liquid just float.
"When did she start hating me?..." He muttered, Hearing you chopping vegetables for dinner. You paused for a brief moment and sighed
"3 years after you left..." You admit, sliding the cut up carrot into the pot. Shanks laid his head on the table and watched you quietly, Clearly wanting you to continue.
"She waited for you. Everyday for those three years sitting on the docks... watching the horizon for you to return- and you never did... I guess finally her spirit broke and she resented you" Shanks winced at your words and rotated his face towards the wood.
He was silent for a while, before shifting up to his feet. Trying to Shank off the coming depression.
"I'll be back" He said softly, dismissing himself. His mind was racing with everything he could do, what he should have down and more. Sighing heavily as he walked towards the main town, but the sound of children caught his ear.
Following the sound he turned a corner to see a group of kids- at first he assumed they were playing till he saw a hair for a red hair and a busted up face. There stood Vivian, Her lip busted and eye starting to swell as she tried to scrap back against 4 other kids at once.
"Your Mom's a pirate whore!" A purple haired boy shouted as he pushed Vivian again, Her back hitting a trees but she stood once more.
"Don't talk about my Mom!" She screamed before punching the boy in the nose, He yelled out in pain as the other 3 kids began to jump her once more.
But before contact could be made all three were hiked up in the air by the back of their clothes. A awful feeling washing through them as this heavy pressure began to weigh on them-
Vivian looked up, seeing the ringleader standing to the side looked terrified as his 3 lackys were held up-
He looked like a demon to them all, his eyes practically glowing as he glared at the four children.
"4 little shits- wanting to jump my little girl- So ill say this now... You all better Fuck Off" The kids instantly began to cry, rhe ringleader wetting his pants and running away from the group. Shanks dropped the three and watched them scramble and run away as well. Vivian sitting on the ground still staring up at her father in awe, before trying to snap back to her irritation from before- Shanks reaching down and helping her up. But she refused him and stood on her own- Shanks sighed at this.
"Vivian- I know you want to keep ignoring me. But we need to talk" He said calmly, finally putting his foot down it seemed.
"Vi-" He said calmly as he grabbed her arm quickly before she could leave. She tried to pull his hands off angrily, Angry tears already welling up in her eyes.
"There is nothing to talk about!" She protested but Shanks didn't release his grip.
"You're mad at me I was gone so l-" She glared up at him, now tears filling her gaze and spill from her cheeks.
"I'm mad you left me!! I finally got a dad and you left me! You didn't want me anymore so you forgot about me!!" She screamed up at him, Shanks gently releasing his hand from her as he watched her.
Shanks slowly moved his cloak to the side revealing his blade, carefully with one hand undoing the tattered green ribbon and holding it out to Vivian. Her eyes widening at seeing it, and how despite the years he had held on to the old thing.
"...I never forgot you.. And I swear I never wanted to leave you Baby girl..."
"But you did!" She sobbed, fat tears rolling down her cheek. He nodded, tears running down his own cheeks reached around her neck and pulling up a chain. It was the Coin of his Jolly Roger- hung around her neck this whole time. She crutched it in her fist angrily.
"I didn't want them to find you... to hurt you or your mother- S-So this was the best to protect you" He admitted through broken cries. Vivian stared at him Biting her lip in what was assumed in anger before she left forward and wrapped her arms around him.
Shanks sobbed in what could only be described as relief and fell to his knees. Wrapping his arm around her quickly, kissing the top of her head and face.
"I missed you so much- I thought of you everyday" He sobbed, holding his daughter close as she sobbed against him.
"Don't leave me again Dad... Please" She managed to choke out inbetween cries. Shanks nodding at her words as he held her tighter.
"I will never do it again... ever"
Mihawk
Mihawk had seemed to at least temporarily take residence in your tiny home for the past month. Having taken the couch to rest at night but spent quite a bit of time with both you and Alucare- you had grown uses to Mihawk presents in your home. It reminding you of a sort of family even if you and Mihawk weren't together.
You felt Mihawk gaze on you as you moved around the kitchen, he seemed to enjoy watching you. More precisely your hips- You felt warmth hit your cheeks as you continued to make breakfast. You open up the cabinets to grab the plates, which were a bit too high up for you. You jumped once but before you could do much else you felt a hand land on the small of your back and a presents behind you. Glancing up you see Mihawk grabbing the plates for you, you blush and accept the plates as he hands to you.
"Thank you Mihawk"
"No need to thank me (Y/N)" He said softly, a hint of a smile on his lips as he met your gaze. As you opened your mouth to say something sjddently a butterknife flew through the air and stuck in the wood 3 inches from Mihawk's face making both of you jump in surprise and you squeak out a hushed scream. Turning to see Alucare, still in his sleeping clothes hair a mess and sleep in his gaze staring at you two.
"Oops My hand slipped-"
You sighed at your son and place your hand on your hips walking towards him.
"We both know damn well that was no accident Alucare!" You scolded your son who stood there calming taking it, His eyes locked onto Mihawk who glared at the boy with vengeance.
After 30 minutes of being scolded you ordered Aluecare to get ready for the day as you finished breakfast. Mihawk instead going out to the grove of trees were he knew Alucare would come to train before heading to school- On cue Alucare made an appearance and smirked at the clearly grumpy man sharpening his sword.
"Blue Balls?-" Alucare chimed, earning another frightful glare from the Warlord.
"So you are doing it on purpose-" Mihawk grumbled, continuing to sharpen the blade and stare at his spawn.
"Doing what?" the teen chimed crossing his arms with a continued stoic face.
"She was a date of mine long before she was your mother-" Mihawk brought up, pointing a finger in the direction of the house were you where.
"Ah yes Im sure that alleyway is a great dating spot" He deadpanned which made Mihawk close his mouth in a firm line. Standing up and putting his sword away.
"If you keep this up lad- you will not like me"
"I barely tolerate you now-" Alucare said with a raised eyebrow and scoffed as Mihawk smirked at him. Standing up with a nod.
"I'm warning you now boy- My only warning" He said before dismissing himself back inside.
Alucare left for school then, still with Mihawks words in mind.
That day Mihawk accompanied you with your daily errands. Getting groceries, clothes and more. You and him talk throughout the day, Blushing at his flirtatious manner for the day.
Once returned back home Mihawk had his hand on your hip as you served him wine. A pink color to your cheeks as you felt his hand upon you.
"You look really lovely (Y/N)... I'm am pleased i-" He was cut off by a loud cough, turning to see Alucare there with his face wrinkled in absolute disgust.
Mihawk narrowed his eyes at Alucare who had just interrupted him-
"Aren't you suppose to be in school?" He started as he stared at the living clone of him. Watching Alucare cross his arms and swagger to the side. You looked to the side embrassed by being caught like this, dismissing yourself quickly upstairs.
"I finished early- Just like you" Alucare said with a sarcastic smirk clearly teasing him, The Warlord glaring at his own spawn for the quip at him.
"....Did your mother teach you this level of disrespect?-" Mihawk started, as he stood up from his seat.
"Call it an inherited skill" He said calmly, watching the Warlord walk to him and stand before him. Silence falling between the two before Mihawk dismissed himself to the livingroom.
The game was set it seemed.
Alucare kept his guard up for days afterwards, seeing how calm Mihawk had been since he had cockblocked him once again. Being incredibly respectful to you and damn near kind to Alucare, at first he had been incredibly suspicious however after day 4 he had grown used to it.. That was his mistake.
You had been cleaning up something in the livinroom, you had noticed Mihawks attitude had cooled with you quite a bit. Worried you may have offended him in some way however you choose not to dwell on such things.
As you cleaned you felt a presents come behind you- it didn't take a genius to guess who. Turning to see Mihawk, seemingly fresh from the shower as he was simply in trousers and warm from the water. You blushed and turned away once more, feeling his hands on the small of your back first.
"(Y/N).." He started, his other hand finding yours as he moved the two of you in a gently sway with your back against his chest. Your resolve utterly breaking at this point.
"I feel like, I've neglected you in some way" He says softly, his lips drifting down your neck as you. You feeling weak to the knees as he did this, his fingers finding their way to your waist pulling you closer.
It was an hour before Alucare returned home, bag slung over his shoulder as walking into his home, about to call out like he normally did till be saw it-
There laid you and Mihawk clearly naked under some of the thinnest goddammit blankets in the house on the livingroom couch.
"AH FUCKING HELL!"
You heard a yell and sat up from the couch with the blanket pulled up to your bust. Seeing Alucare with a look of what can only be described as pure horror on what he was seeing his parents like this-
"O-Oh gods honey! What are you doing back so early!" You scramble red in the face as Mihawk lays there under the blankets, looking right at his son with a low smirk.
"You prick!" Alucare yelled at his father as he walked out again, wishing to burn his eyes out from what he saw. Hearing the low chuckle from his father behind him and you frantically scolding Mihawk.
He had won-
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is there anyway you can write a cute, fluffy little story for Walker Scobell?
YES OMG I HAVENT BEEN ACTIVE BC I HAVE MIDTERMS
warnings: fluff, reader plays annabeth (i love leah dont come for me), no use of y/n, reader and walker arenât dating but are obvi crushing
requests are open!!
You and Walker were filming a buzzfeed puppy interview, sitting in the middle of the floor.
Walker sat with his legs crisscrossed, smiling wide at the brown spotted dog that nuzzled his leg. âIs it on? Oh, hi, Iâm Walker Scobell, and I play Percy Jackson.â
âHi,â you introduced yourself, âI play Annabeth Chase,â you picked up the fluffy fured black one that was by your foot, âand your watching buzzfeed!â You put a thumbs up at the camera, earning a laugh from the boy beside you.
âWait I wanted to say it, Iâm literally the main characterââ
âBut Iâm the best character. Walker, you can say it at Vanity Fair.â He rolled his eyes at you, smiling slightly.
âOkay, moving on! umâŠwhatâs the question? What was your favorite scene to filmâŠumâŠoh thats a hard one. Iâm gonna sayâŠeither the fight with the Ares kids in capture the flag, or falling out of the arch. The harness thing was annoying to put on, but the other parts were fun.â Walker was only half paying attention, preoccupied by the dogs.
âI think the tunnel of love scene, or the one where Annabeth pushes Percy in the water, âcause I got to push Walker really hard.â You glanced at him, watching the smile curl onto his face.
âYeah. We did like 15 takes of that because she kept laughing.â Walker laughed, shaking his head. âActually, she laughed a lot. We had to retake lots of stuff âcause of her, especially the tunnel of love scene. The boat flipped and she wouldnât stop laughing.â He shifted closer to you, messing with the puppy youâre holding.
âOh! the next questionâŠwhatâs your opinion on each other? UmâŠwalker is the best blonde dude ever i think. like heâs literally my kid i swear, and he was honestly the best choice for percy. i think heâs the reason i even got to be annabeth, im really greatful for him. Aryan is super sweet and cool, heâs my best best friend, we do the stupidest things together, and I canât imagine a world we arenât honorary siblings.â You scratched behind a puppyâs ear, letting it lick you.
âWell I was just gonna say youâre awesome butâŠI guess I think we make a great team on-screen as well as off-screen. Sheâs a true friend. If it weren't for her, I don't know what I'd do, y'know? Sheâs like my very own real life Annabeth." He glanced up at you subtly, wanting to gauge your reaction, smiling in victory when he noticed the red tint to your cheeks.
âTheâŠthe next one says, how do you feel about fan support? is it overwhelming? Well, my answer is yes, sometimes. Especially with people who are really like into the book to the point where they hated the casting over looks.â You had started to speak a lot quieter as Walker drifted closer, trying to get the puppy off your lap.
âI donât think much of it.â Walker shurgs. âOnly really the edits that I see anyway, those are fun.â He smiles encouragingly at you , finally meeting your eyes.
ââŠYeah. The edits.â You smile at him, referring to the ship edits. Youâd talked about it in multiple interviews, and you had a favorites folder for them on Tiktok. You raised an eyebrow at Walker, who continued to move closer until his head was on your lap, giggling softly and starting pet his hair like you did the puppys fur.
âOkay, last questionâŠhave there been any memorable moments on set? UmâŠprobably when i first met her. I just got the feeling she was gonna be Annabeth, she gave me this âwhat is he doing?â Look, and it just clicked.â He stayed with his head on your lap, turning so his head is on your stomach when puppies come and attack him with licks.
âThey think youâre one of them!â You push him off a little so the puppies can get to him. âAnd my answerâŠumâŠI think when Walker gave me the piece of banana that was in my hair in the show. He kinda just tied it in and left my set trailer, and it stuck. So if you guys wondered what the weird blue fabric in Annabethâs hair was, it was not in fact a design choice, it was a Percy choice.â You turn so the camera can see the small braid in your hair with the bandanna piece at the end.
âAnd Percyâs got one too, if you look hard enough.â He lifts one of his feet, showing the vans he wore during filming, and the flimsy piece of bandanna tied through his top shoe hole. You shake your head, laughing at his insistence in staying with his head in your lap.
While you layed on his bed, you scrolled through your fyp, stopping when you see the familiar scene of you two in the buzzfeed room, with his head in your lap. Nodding your head to the song in the edit as you scrolled through the comments.
âIRL percabeth?â He questioned from beside you. You looked at him, not realizing he had started paying attention to you, jumping to get your phone from him.
âNo, Iâm commenting! And reposting!â He laughed, rolling away from you. You got off the bed behind him, giving up taking the phone and blinking when he simply commented ârealâ.
âWell, so much for âitâll blow overâ.â You rolled your eyes, knowing the dating allegations will only get worse after this. Walker smiled triumphantly, waiting for the responses to come in.
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DCxDP idea: Yeti Orders
Danny Fenton gets sent to Gotham by a worried FrostBite who thinks he's overworking himself. Danny will do no hero work for an entire year on his Yeti doctor's order to let his core heal from overuse.
He was even shipped through a portal to a similar universe with almost exact ectoplasm levels so that his usual foes would not bother him. The plan was to hide as a human in Gotham, letting his poor core get the much-needed rest.
Frostbite's contactsâwhoever they wereâmanaged to set up Danny's fake identity, complete with a home to call his own.
It was a somewhat run-down place, but it was isolated from the rest of the city due to some gas leak a few years back. It was safe to move into, but no one wanted to face the memories of the tragedy. Danny lives alone in the far corner of the city and loves it.
Danny is also told to try to avoid any high-stress-inducing work, so with that in mind, he finds himself applying for a job at the public library. He's a just age out of the system orphan who moved to the big city to try and make a new life for himself.
Every day, he skips onto the city bus, which stops just outside his street; he rides towards the center of Gotham, picks up a latte and some new pastry at the cafe near his work, and spends days filing away books. He gossips with his co-worker Barbara about his nonexistent love life and starts to feel normal for the first time since he was fourteen.
Danny giggles with Barbs about the most eligible bachelor under forty list two months into his medical retreat. He is swooning over Bruce Wayne- though Babs makes a face - when the door to the library is kicked open.
The two librarians gasp as a group of men wearing question marks march in a group of tightened people at gunpoint. Danny doesn't have time to react before two barrels point at him, and a man yells for them to join the group.
He is forced to kneel alongside random citizens unlucky enough to have been caught on the street. Babs is knocked off her chair to the ground. The man laughs as she tries to drag herself closer to the group, which causes Danny's core to flaar in rage.
Two hours go by, with everyone on their knees, surrounded by guards. They are hostages, but what for, Danny doesn't know. All that he can pray for is for everyone to stay calm until help comes.
Sadly, that doesn't seem to be the case when a baby wakes in his mother's arms and won't stop crying. The guards quickly lose patience with the panicking woman until they drag her away from the group and rip her child from her arms.
Danny can't stay by and watch anyone, not with the gun being pointed at a little one.
He ignores the ache his core thumps with as he prepares to change into Phantom and save everyone. Yes, Frostbite will be angry, which may set back all the healing he's done, but Danny doesn't think he has a choice.
"I'm going-"
A crash from overhead interrupts his battle cry as a figure drops down on the main guard. Danny watches, amazed, dumbfounded, as the person does some quick flips, kicks, and punches, dancing out of the way of bullets and taking down the kidnappers one right after the other.
They didn't even use powers. Just some form of martial arts. It was amazing.
Soon, the figure stands, surrounded by bodies, and really, this should be on a poster; it's such an excellent shot. The person, now that he's not a blur bouncing around the room kicking ass, looks like a man with a with a metal staff. He has a red and black costume, with a long black cape on his shoulders.
He walks over to the woman, handing her back the baby that he managed to save mid-punch. She clunches to her child, sobbing so hard she shakes and the man carefully offers her some comfort.
Danny might just be in love.
"Is everyone alright?" a new voice asks suddenly, right in the middle of the circle of hostages, causing Danny to release a scream. Seeing as everyone stops to turn to him, he is not proud of the fact. Danny glances at the newcomer who spoke, feeling his face heat up.
This one is mostly in blue, but his outfit is obviously made from the same material as the bo-staff man. He has an amused smile on his lips, which should be illegal.
"Don't mind, Danny," Babs says as someone helps her back into her chair. "He's not from Gotham. This is his first Bat encounter."
Everyone nods like that makes sense, no longer staring at him like he lost his mind. More and more Bats eventually show up, having defeated the Riddler- apparently a man who regularly kidnaps people to make riddles out of?- and everything gets sorted.
The Bats stay long enough for the police to show up and haul the goons to jail. Witness statements are taken. The medics treat anyone injured, and in all the chaos, the Bats vanish.
Babs closes the library early, sending Danny home with a relieved smile and the next two days off. At that time, he finds out everything he can about the Bats, and he is amazed that a whole clan of them is running around saving Gotham.
Danny quickly realizes that he doesn't need to be Phantom here. The city already has heroes keeping her safe.
Instead, he becomes the Bat Clan's number-one fan. Buying a laptop just to join fan forums, watch old footage of the Clans, and join the BatBurger loyalty program.
By the time the Libary reopens, Danny caved into the urge to write fanfiction. He uses Phantom as his username, figuring no one would ever know. He may enjoy his yeti orders a little more now.
Meanwhile, Babs is showing Tim the fanfiction about Red Robin falling in love with a civilian. She laughs at how much Tim gets into it because Danny really does have a talent for the written word.
"Has he written anything else?" Tim asks once he catches up with the latest chapter.
"He just posted a new story about Batman falling in love with Bruce Wayne," Babs says, watching the numbers on his views rise. "It's only five chapters so far, but apparently, the world-building is amazing."
"Phantom wrote that the Bats were a ghosts of some kind." Dick yells from where he is also reading the Red Robin fanfiction, "Frankly, I'm flattered by how hot he made Nightwing sound."
"You sure he's not a threat?" Tim asks, clicking open the new fic with barely concealed glee.
"No. Danny has a weak heart. Per his doctor's orders, he can't be in any stressful situation. He's just a sweet kid who became our fan after the save from Riddler." Babs says, "I highly doubt we'll see him near the cape scene."
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