#goof had a red head kid

[killthespiderswithfires]

max goof is a natural red head

[saturntosatoru]

hands up, time's up! || gojo satoru x teacher! wife! reader

warnings: minors do not interact!, explicit content (fingering, semi-voyeurism, semi-public sex), fem!reader, established relationship, Nanami being chronically underpaid

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There’s an unspoken rule at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech that Gojo Satoru is not allowed, under any circumstances, alone in a room with you—at least not without the door left open.

There’s been too many occasions where a student would aimlessly wander into a common area (highlights include the cafeteria, the gymnasium, and behind the water cooler—nothing stops Gojo) and find the two of you in a…less than decent state.

However, the breaking point was one sweltering summer day, when Nanami found Yuji outside the teacher’s lounge:

Nanami trudges down the hallway, counting down the seconds until he can remove his sticky blazer and steal a drink from Gojo’s Pocari Sweat stash in the teachers’ communal fridge. The kids should be busy frolicking while Gojo ‘oversees’ (read: scrolls through his phone or torments you) their ‘training’ (read: aforementioned frolicking).

It’s the perfect opportunity to take a breather; Nanami’s calculated the situation down to a T.

What he doesn’t factor into his calculations is Yuji standing awkwardly outside the teacher’s lounge door, weight shifting from foot to foot.

His head shoots up when he notices Nanami’s approaching figure. “Oh, Nanamin! What’re you doing here?”

Nanami raises a brow in response. “I think it’s more fitting to ask why you’re here, Yuji. Why aren’t you training with Gojo right now?”

Yuji looks like a deer caught in headlights, and Nanami’s already fighting off the impeding headache. “Oh, well.. you see… Kugisaki and I were going to train together—Fushiguro said he didn’t wanna join us because we get annoying and goof off (which is not true, Nanamin, trust me! We work super hard together!!)—but then we remembered that Gojo-sensei said he’d teach us a different way to channel our cursed energies today, and we decided we wanted to practice that instead, but first we needed to…”

Nanami stands there, nodding slowly and pretending to listen while Yuji rambles on, but he’d already zoned out the moment Yuji brought up Gojo. Of course, it was that idiot’s fault, and of course, Nanami would need to clean up after him. He lets out a sigh, noting that Yuji has taken a break to breathe. “If he’s inside the teacher’s lounge, why haven’t you gotten him yet?”

Yuji halts midsentence, face instead turning an alarming shade of red. Oh, this can’t be good. Nanami steels himself. “…There’s some… noises… coming from inside and I…didn’t want to intrude.”

Of course. It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together, and Nanami does not get paid enough to deal with this. He closes his eyes a moment, calming and bracing himself for the incoming nightmare material on the other side of the door. “That’s very kind of you, Yuji. Don’t worry, I’ll handle this. Why don’t you go join the others and I’ll send Gojo your way soon?”

Yuji perks up. “Thanks, Nanamin! You’re the best!” He leans in conspiratorially. “I’d cover your nose though—it sounds like Gojo-sensei’s having a tough time on the toilet in there, if you know what I mean.” He skips off with an exaggerated wink, leaving Nanami thanking every higher power that it was innocent Yuji and not too-jaded Megumi that walked on a potential Chernobyl 2.0.

Alright, time for Nanami to get this over with. Time to rip off the Band-Aid and face the carnage once and for all. Time to… time to stop stalling.

The door slides open with a bang and Nanami immediately looks to the ceiling, refusing to see whatever you and Gojo are up to.

You, however, jolt while in Gojo’s lap, his fingers pulling out of you and catching on your clit as he moves them to his mouth. You let out an involuntary whimper at the sharp stimulus. Nanami speaks loudly to drown out your noises. “You two. Have we not had enough discussions about this?”

“Aww, c’mon Nanamin! Don’t be such a—”

“Absolutely not, Gojo. In fact, you are the last person I wish to be speaking to right now.”

“Nanami! I’m so so sorry, oh my gosh. Um, can you give us a moment? We’ll be right with you, I promise!” You try swiveling your head to look over Gojo’s shoulder, but Gojo takes that as permission to grab your face and drag you into a kiss.

 “Mmpff!” You try to talk through the suctioned seal Gojo has on your mouth. “Justh gib me a thecond to—” You finally shove Gojo off and look at your poor coworker. Your hand covers Gojo’s mouth to block his attacks.

“Just give us a second, Nanami. I’m so so sorry, and I promise we’ll be out in two.” (“Five,” Gojo pipes up from behind your hand. You pinch him. Nanami ignores him.)

A deep, exhausted sigh comes from Nanami. “Please do not make me intervene again. I will be outside.”

Your attention returns to Gojo as the other man leaves. He looks too excited for the situation, ears perked like a dog and boner pressing even harder into your ass. “Satoru, c’mon. Let’s deal with the fallout and pray Nanami moves on from this.”

Gojo lifts you effortlessly and spins you so you’re straddling his hips and facing him. You feel like a limp kitten being dragged about. (You also feel your stomach flutter at the ease with which your husband manhandles you, but you ignore that.)

“It’s okay, sweetcheeks. Nanami’ll forget about it soon enough. Now, lemme apologize properly to your sweet lil cunt for being interrupted. I know she’s a finicky girl.” Gojo nuzzles his nose against your neck, pressing soft kisses down the column. His fingers sneak under your skirt, where your panties are completely soaked through and pushed aside, to rub small, slow circles over your clit.

“No, ah—Satoru, we need to—oh shit, fuck that’s—no, we need to—oooh, yes—to see what he wants—” your words are cut off by a sudden moan as Gojo palms your tits, rubbing a thumb over a nipple visible through your shirt. The added friction only makes the feeling more intense, and you bite down on his shoulder to muffle your sounds.

“Talking about another man while I’m here?” The circles on your clit get faster, and your grip on Gojo’s shirt gets tighter as you try to keep quiet. Gojo’s hand leaves your chest to grab your face, cheeks squished between his fingers, as he forces you to look at him. “Eyes on me, honey. I’m all you should be focused on right now.”

You nod reflexively as Gojo’s hand sneaks to the back of your head and yanks your hair, forcing your back to arch while you maintain eye contact. “That’s a good girl. There we go. Listen to you—I bet you love that everyone outside can hear you—can hear the pretty noises you make for me.”

You whimper in response to his words, too focused on the feeling building between your legs to process what your husband’s saying. “You gonna come for me? Don’t forget Nanami gave us two minutes—I tried bartering for five, but my cute lil wife has so much faith in me that she only wanted two.” Gojo moves to suck on your neck, scratching with his teeth and soothing it over with his tongue when you let out a particularly high-pitched whine.

“Fuck, Satoru, don’t—oh—don’t stop, please, I’m so close baby, socloseI’m—” A loud and obscene moan follows your words as the feeling crashes over you painfully, spurred on by Gojo increasing the speed of his fingers to quickly push you into a quick and filthy orgasm bordering on overstimulation.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let it out—I want everything, so don’t you dare hold back.” Gojo keeps up the pace, even as your hips try to buck away from his fingers. His hand quickly moves from your hair to your ass, holding you in place as you try to squirm away.

“No, ‘Toru, ‘s too much,” you slur out, tears littering your lash line as you force yourself to continue watching your husband, no matter how much you want to close your eyes. “No more, please—”

“GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE, YOU TWO!” Yaga’s voice booms through the room, banging fists joining his yells. You and Gojo stop, wide-eyed at the interruption.

“Holy shit, Nanami brought Yaga. Fuck, what do we do?” Gojo whispers, fingers slipping out and wiping on your skirt. Your nose crinkles watching him.

“What do you mean, ‘what do we do’? This is your fault, idiot. You fix this!” You whisper angrily (and hoarsely) back, removing yourself from his lap and stretching to work out the soreness of your muscles.

Gojo scoops you bridal-style, barely giving you time to adjust your skirt before hurrying to the window. “Quick, this way—they’ll never catch us—”

The doors open with a crash, Yaga and Nanami on the other side. Shoko’s got her phone out, recording the scene as it plays out. (Probably for blackmail material, you mentally note.)

Your darling husband shoves you out the open window.

a/n: Sorry guys idk what part of my ass I pulled this out of bc this definitely wasn't on my wip list...

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[azzibuckets]

playing fair [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: based on their alleged behavior at azzi’s camp today …

word count: 1.3k

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Clang.

The ball spun slowly around the rim until it slowly tipped to the side, dropping to the ground with a disappointing thump. Azzi shook her head, a small grin on her face as she went to rebound the ball.

“And that, kids,” Paige announced, “is what you don’t do.”

“Shut up.” Azzi elbowed Paige in the ribs before turning her attention to the crowd of kids intently watching them. “I want all of you to partner up and practice the footwork I just did.”

As soon as all the campers turned their attention to finding their friends and retrieving their balls, Paige’s hands were on Azzi’s waist. Pressing up behind her, she whispered mockingly in Azzi’s ear, “Teaching them to miss shots? Their coaches will love you.”

Azzi shivered when Paige’s mouth brushed against her earlobe, the older girl’s cologne overpowering her senses. It was tempting to lean into Paige, surrendering herself to her touch, but the wary look Katie sent them forced Azzi to detach herself from Paige’s grip.

“You’re acting like you’ve never missed in your life,” Azzi scoffed, pushing the ball into Paige’s stomach and sending the blonde stumbling back.

“I don’t.” Paige bounced the ball between her legs with a smirk. Azzi shook her head and walked away, wanting to help out any campers who were confused or needed guidance. But when she felt something hit her butt, followed by two very familiar voices snickering, she turned right back around.

“God, you’re so immature,” Azzi said, eyeing her girlfriend who was high fiving Drew like she was a little kid.

“You left me! What else was I supposed to do?” Paige whined.

“You know I asked you to come in order to help with the kids, not to stare at me all day and goof around.”

Paige’s cheeks quickly colored bright red. “How’d you know I was staring?”

“Everyone knew you were staring,” Drew piped up, earning a smack to the head from his sister.

“Seriously, you aren’t slick,” Azzi chastised.

Paige grabbed the end of Azzi’s shirt, playing with the frays. “Why can’t I just stick with you?” she frowned, her face looking like a kicked puppy’s.

Azzi brushed away a strand of dyed pink hair from Paige’s face, fingertips lightly brushing her temple. “Paige.”

Paige huffed, eyes flitting away to assess the campers before fixing her gaze back on Azzi. “Fine.”

“We’ll go somewhere tonight, just the two of us,” Azzi promised. In truth, she wanted nothing more than to be stuck at the hip with her best friend, but she’d invested too much planning and time into this camp, and she wanted the kids to have a good time. Which wouldn’t be possible if her and Paige were making googly eyes at each other all day instead of actually teaching the kids.

Paige nodded reluctantly before letting Azzi walk away again, this time with a pat to the butt instead of a ball.

Paige swore she tried to help as many kids as possible, giving them quick tips to adjust their body positioning or demonstrating how to do a left-handed layup. But something about Azzi had always been addicting, making it hard for her eyes to leave Azzi’s face for more than a few seconds before inevitably going back. So who could blame her for stealing glances at Azzi from across the room when she was supposed to be listening to a camper’s question?

“I found a solution,” Paige said as she walked up to her girlfriend during the water break.

“To what?” Azzi tipped her head back to chug her water, and Paige swallowed at the flex of Azzi’s jaw. She itched to brush away the drop of water trailing its way down her girlfriend’s jaw, but she silently reminded herself that it was imperative to stay cordial.

“You can’t smile,” Paige said solemnly before stealing Azzi’s water bottle for a sip.

Azzi squinted at the older girl, confusion written all over her face. “Did all those hours flying at high altitudes fuck up your brain?”

“Dumbass.” Paige nudged the younger girl with the water bottle. “But think about it. It makes sense. I get yelled at for being distracted all the time, but you’re the one distracting me. But most of the times it’s only when you smile and shit, so if you want me to be locked in then you just gotta stop smiling.”

“I don’t know whether to be flattered or to call a mental institution but I’m leaning towards the latter.”

Paige grinned, the annoyed look on Azzi’s face fueling her fire like it always did. “I can’t help it,” she said, inching closer to the dark haired girl. “Not when the prettiest girl in the world is in the same room as me.”

Azzi ducked her head. “Stop being such a flirt.”

Paige conveniently let her hand drop next to Azzi’s, intentionally grazing their pinkies. “You love it.”

Azzi’s fingers flexed when Paige pulled away, itching to bridge the gap between their hands. “Nope.”

“You tryna hold my hand right now, I can feel it,” Paige said, a knowing smile spread across her lips.

“I’m tryna stop my hand from punching you in the face,” Azzi grumbled before walking away again, mostly because Paige was right and that if she was in close proximity with the blonde for any longer than she would lose all remnants of self control.

“Who’s a better shooter, you or Azzi?” Paige looked down at the little girl who had suddenly materialized by her side.

Chuckling, she kneeled down so that she was eye to eye with the kid. “What do you think?” she prodded, widening her eyes for dramatic effect.

“My friend says you’re better.” The little girl paused before sending Paige a sheepish look. “But I think Azzi’s better.”

Paige looked around, making sure the girl in question wasn’t within hearing distance, before lowering her voice like she was telling a secret. “Go tell your friend that only one of us has almost flawless shooting mechanics, and it’s not me.”

The girl beamed at Paige before running off, no doubt eager to boast to her friend. Paige chuckled before scanning the room to find Azzi again. She honestly didn’t know why she was like this, why the first thing she always did was look for Azzi among all the faces. It was almost second nature to her, something she did subconsciously. She wondered if it was healthy for her heart to pick up pace every time she laid eyes on her girlfriend. But hey, it was basically a form of cardio. Geno would be proud.

Twirling a basketball in her hand, Paige slowly counted to five before deciding that enough time had passed for her to bother Azzi again.

“Hey, can you help me with my shooting form?”

Azzi looked up over her shoulder, mid conversation with a group of kids that couldn’t have been more than nine years old.

“I think your shooting form is fine, Paige,” Azzi said with narrowed eyes, her suspicion starting to grow.

“I think it’d be good for the kids to see you fixing bad form. It’d help them with any issues they might have that they can’t see themselves,” Paige said innocently, batting her eyes.

Azzi gritted her teeth when the campers nodded along, oblivious to the entire situation. “You really think you’re funny, huh?” she whispered to the blonde, who was already in an awkward shooting stance, hand sliding up her arm to gently lift her elbow.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Paige whispered back, eyes trained on the ball in her hands.

Azzi breathed into Paige’s neck, smirking a little to herself when she noticed the goosebumps on her skin. “Has anyone ever told you that you have attachment issues?”

“Only everyone who knows we’re dating.”

“Shoot the damn ball.”

Swish.

“What’d you say earlier about me missing?” Paige raised her eyebrows cockily.

Azzi chose not to respond, instead lifting her shirt up to wipe sweat from her forehead, smirking when she saw the effect it had on the blonde.

“You don’t play fair,” Paige complained, her stare focused on the piercing in her belly button.

“Maybe if you weren’t so down bad for me.”

Paige kicked the floor with her foot, knowing it was pointless to argue. “So what are we doing tonight?”

“It’s a surprise.” Azzi smiled wryly. “But it’ll be fun, don’t worry.”

“And we’re gonna be alone, right?”

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

Paige curled her fingers around Azzi’s waist. “Good. I love our family but the house is loud as fuck.”

Azzi’s heart warmed. Our family. She could get used to that. Paige rested her forehead on Azzi’s shoulder from behind for a few seconds, basking in the warmth of her girlfriend before letting go with a sigh and backing away. “How long until camp is over?”

“Two hours.”

“Two hours til you’re all mine,” Paige said cheesily.

[bcystar]

— SWEET CHEEKS

the flirty soldier from brooklyn seemed to have grown fond of you

40s!bucky x fem!nurse!reader

wc: 2.2k

warnings: descriptions of wounds (mild), mentions of blood, takes place during ww2, bucky calls reader sweet cheeks, sweetie, and ma’am, reader is kinda sassy, smoking and lung cancer mentioned (I’m a strong cigarette hater sorry 😞)

authors note: Aww forties bucky is so cute I hope nothing bad happens to him!! 🫩🫩 I read somewhere that during ww2, soldiers would often call nurses ma or mom so I felt the need to involve that in some way because I find it incredibly endearing 🫠🫠 this isn’t as long as I’d like it to be but it’s fine ig 🥀🥀 ENJOY!!!

The rain fell softly against the ground outside the large tent. You were tending the wounds of a young soldier, he couldn’t have been younger than sixteen. He had a long gash going along his right arm and many small scratches in various other places. He—followed by his fellow soldiers—stumbled into the tent holding his wound, moaning in pain. Many had gunshot wounds but there were some with similar wounds to the young boys’. He had dirty blond hair, and not in the slightly brown way, his hair was actually dirty. He had deep green eyes and dark circles that invaded the skin below them. He was frail. Dangerously skinny. His skin a pale olive tone with rosy pink cheeks that were sharp enough to cut through metal. You’d seen him around a few times and patched him up other times but nothing as bad as this. Even then, despite the unfortunate circumstances, he still cracked jokes and goofed around. “Jack if you keep twitching I’ll never finish sewing you up!”

“Sorry, Ma. Can you just do it gently?”

“I can do it gently or I can do it so you can be on the field quicker, your decision.”

“…fine.” You smirked at his response and looked back down at his gash.

It was halfway closed, only about half an inch open. The open part was bright red and mean. It was still oozing out blood slightly so you picked up the wet rag sitting on your tray next to you and dabbed it along the drying blood. He winces at the pressure and you can only offer a sympathetic smile. You continued with your sutures but heard someone clear their throat behind you.

You let out a heavy sigh, already knowing the culprit. You ignored his presence and continued treating your patient. Through your peripheral vision, you saw Jack look up at the man behind you, his Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down at the sight of him. “I’m busy at the moment as you can see. You can get checked out by the other fine and more than capable nurses who are not busy, Sergeant Barnes.”

“Aww c’mon, you know only your touch can fix me, sweet cheeks.”

You huff out in frustration, “Then you can wait on an empty bed and I’ll come over to you when I’m done.”

“Yes ma’am.” He chuckles out.

Bucky walks to the other side of the bed that Jack was sitting on and sits. You look up at Jack as you fasten the last stich and roll your eyes. Jack giggles at you and pumps is eyebrows, moving his eyes from Bucky to you. You furrow your eyebrows and purse your lips, shaking your head no aggressively. “You keep doing that and the next time you come to me I’ll sew your lips shut, kid.”

He immediately stops his actions. “Sorry, ma.”

“Now go on, you’re all good here.”

“Thanks, ma. I’ll see you around!”

“See ya.”

You exhale heavily as you watch Jack stagger out of the tent. You get up in a slow pace and drag the cart over to the opposite side of the bed and stand before Bucky. He looks up at you and flashes you a smile. “What is it this time, Sergeant Barnes.” You crossed your arms.

“It hurts.”

You frown.

“Where?”

“Here.” He flattens his hand over his heart.

You roll your eyes.

“I think it’d be better if I removed it.”

“It belongs to you so do whatever you please with it, sweet cheeks.”

“Seriously, do you need help or not?”

He sighs, “There is this cut—I think—on the back of my neck. Not sure, it sorta hurts.”

He shifts his body to face the head of the bed and you’re faced with his wound.

It looks at if a bullet had just barely nicked him.

“Oh my god why didn’t you lead with this!? If you left it out any longer it could’ve been infected or worse!”

“What’s worst that could’ve happened?”

“You could’ve bled out?”

“From his little thing? Please.”

“This isn’t a joke Bucky. If it hit you any deeper you wouldn’t have even made it to the tent.”

“You worried ‘bout me sweet cheeks?”

“It’s kind of my job to worry about you since you won’t let anyone else take care of you.” You pick what you used to patch up Jack with and sanitize it.

Bucky shimmy’s back to his previous position—facing you—and looks over your features. His gaze falls over your face and how focused you look. How your lips are slightly pouted and your eyebrows are furrowed in a small way. Then it falls over your neck and finally falls down to your hurrying hands. “Okay turn around.” You look up at him.

He’s snapped out of his trance at the sound of your voice. His eyes shot back up to yours and he sat frozen for a second. You just stare at him, waiting. “Are you going to turn around or bleed out? Because the second option sounds really good to me right about now.”

“Huh? Oh sorry.”

He fully turns around—his back to you—and you smile at his cluelessness, starting on sewing him back up.

“You know sergeant, when you’re not lingering around me constantly, you’re very charming.”

“You think I’m charming?”

“When you’re not constantly lingering around me.”

He lets out a little chuckle, “You’re just so captivating, can’t help myself.”

“Well how about this? After this whole war is over, you take me out on a date?”

“You telling me to ask you out?”

“Like you weren’t thinking about it?”

“I was. I just planned to make more romantic than that.”

You let out a soft hum.

“What’d you do before the war?”

“I worked at the docks.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

A slight—but comfy—pause passed before he spoke again.

“What about you?”

“I was a teacher. Taught preschoolers.”

“That where you get your gentleness from?”

“And my patience. Never knew teaching children would help me during a war.”

You both chuckle.

No more conversation flows after that. Not in an awkward way but in a “there’s nothing else I want to bring up in this setting” way. You fastened the last stitch and cleaned the wound up before patting him on the shoulder.

“All done! Don’t come back to me here for another few days, Barnes. I need you in full health for our date.” You say as you stand up.

Bucky stands up with you and turns to face you. “Will do, ma’am.” He gives you a faux salute and you mirror his action. He has an idiotic grin plastered over his face during the whole interaction and you try to keep yours subtle but you know he notices.

—

A few hours had passed since your interaction with Bucky. You now sat in the loud mess hall picking at the rations with some of your fellow nurses. Virginia sat on your left and Shirley sat on hers. The loud voices of the soldiers, nurses, and whoever else may’ve been there blended together. Your head was busy thinking about many different things that you didn’t even feel his presence next to you. You only look up from your plate when Virginia nudges your shoulder and points her lips to your right. You follow her lips and turn your head to see Bucky sitting next to you. Your cheeks heat up, eyes widen, and palms start to sweat. Shirley and Virginia giggle at your flustered reaction to seeing him.

Bucky was unfazed. Eating his rations like a starved man—which he probably was. He only glanced over to you when he notice you’d stopped moving. He sees your plate half full with food and gives you his. “What are you doing?”

“You can’t patch up people on an empty stomach, sweetie.”

You scrape the food back onto his plate.

“Well you can’t fight a war on an empty stomach.”

“C’mon don’t be difficult. Just take the food.”

“I’m not being difficult, you need it more.”

“This is me trying to be romantic sweet cheeks, just let me have this.”

You look at him in defeat as he takes the plate of rations in front of him and scrapes it onto your plate. You start to eat and he gets up. He picks up his dishes and crouches down to your ear to whisper something.

“Meet me outside after you finish. No rush. I can wait.” He winks as he walks away.

—

You walk out of the mess hall shortly after. You push the wooden door and poke only your head out. You see Bucky not too far from the hall smoking. His cigarette smoke serving as a beacon guiding you to him. The stale earthy smell finds a way into your nose and you cringe at the smell. You walk through the doors fully and close the door behind you promptly.

The mud squelches beneath your feet as you make your way over to him. He lights up at the sight of you.

“Glad to see you made it.”

“Put it out.”

He gives you a questioning look and you just glare at him with your arms crossed.

“The cigarette. Put it out.”

He smirks at your ferocity.

“It’s not hurting anybody, sweet cheeks.”

“It is.”

“Yeah? Who?”

“You.”

“How so?”

“You put it out or I walk away right now Barnes. The choice is yours.”

His smirk immediately falls from his face at his words and he pulls the cigarette from his mouth and drops it on the ground, stomping on it promptly after. “Never knew you were so strict.”

You soften your face finally, now adorning a small smile.

“Sorry. Dad was a smoker. Got lung cancer because of it.”

“Oh I’m so sorry, sweet cheeks.”

“Oh no he’s still alive. Just waiting for him to kick the bucket.”

“I get it. My pops smoked too. My ma used to yell at him for it too. She used to say “George Barnes stop smoking in the house or I’ll light you like a cigarette!”

“Used to?”

“Yeah. They both died when I was pretty young. I only have these little memories left of them.”

“I’m sorry.”

He just gives you a light nod.

“So…why’d you bring me out here? You’re not a killer are you?”

“Oh right! Come with me.” He holds his hand out for you to hold.

You accept it and he starts to lead you past the tents, closer to the forest.

“Okay you’re really scaring me now Bucky.”

“Don’t worry. We’re here. Look up.”

You look up and see stars shining in the sky. Your eyes widened and your lips were slightly agape, they were curled into a smile. “It’s gorgeous…”

Bucky smiled at your reaction.

“I come out here on nights I feel restless. We don’t see the stars back home in Brooklyn.”

“I’ve never seen anything like this before…”

He looks at your side profile, “Neither have I.”

“This isn’t the whole reason I brought you out here though.”

You turn your head to look at him now, giving him a questioning look.

“We’re going back out tomorrow.”

He hesitates.

“It gets really rough out there. I get scared. Not because I’m afraid of death but because there’s still so many things I want to do.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Well at this moment? Kiss you.”

“I can make that happen.”

You smile as pull him by the collar and guide him towards you. It was languid at first. His lips worked softly on yours. His hands crawl from their place at his sides to your hips. His touch is gentle as he pushes you closer to him. You get butterflies in your stomach at the sensation of his lips. His shirt is a little scratchy beneath your fingertips. The feel of his makes you shift your hands up to hug his neck. That makes the kiss deepen. The new found closeness makes Bucky tilt his head to the side. He nibbles at your bottom lip, subtly hinting for permission. Obviously you let him in and he doesn’t waste a moment to explore every part of your mouth. He doesn’t even have to fight for dominance as you both delve into each other’s mouths.

He fills all of your senses. All you smell is his the slight twinge of the cigarette he was previously smoking and the light hint of sweat. All you feel is his soft skin and the small wound you healed, the stitches making his skin feel uneven. You tasted the slight lingering tastes of the rations still on his tongue. Even with your eyes closed, you see him. His beautiful blue eyes that hold the world in them, his soft cheeks that had a slight stubble growing in, and his mighty nose—that was actively resting on yours.

You finally break the kiss at the sensation of your lungs burning for oxygen. Your heavy breaths turn into soft giggles. “What’s so funny?”

“No it’s…it’s nothing.” You rest your forehead on his.

“C’mon tell me, sweet cheeks. What is it?”

“No I just didn’t know how good a kisser you were. It’s impressive.”

“Mmm I can show you some other things I’m good at, sweet cheeks.”

[silverzoomies]

Imagine quickie rails u so good u squirt but you’re low key embarrassed bc that’s never happened before but he talks you through it so sweetly and so hornily bc he obviously finds it the hottest thing in the world and he’s kinda obsessed with the fact that you just did that bc of him

…..yeah I need to know what he’s like talking you through it …….

anon, i'm so sorry. i dunno if this is what you were expecting. but i went a little off the rails. i haven't actually sat down and written anything in fifty gajillion years. apologies in advance if i'm super duper rusty. you're a doll, by the way. thanks for the inspiration !! this ask had me red in the face all over again !! 🤍 here's a short drabble for ya 🤍🤍🤍

In the boring emptiness of some secret, government research facility, soft squeals call out with ecstasy.

Hold that thought.

Aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?

🤍

Since the OG X-Men were busy with more important endeavors (another fancy gala. Huge snore fest), Xavier took it upon himself to recruit some newbie trainees. He sent three of them to a top secret facility. Super below radar. The building sat far away from the bustle of society, hidden at an off-the-record base.

It’s around one AM when Quicksilver himself finally crashes your boring, patrol party. He zips through the entire building, scouting the area; before checking in on the trainees. After sending the other two off on their twenty minute breaks, he soon finds you.

A newbie he’s far more acquainted with. In more ways than one.

But not as many as he’d like.

You look bored as hell sitting there by yourself, swirling in a swivel chair. A series of CCTV screens flicker before you. But you barely pay them any attention. Keeping your head down, clipboard on your lap; you doodle all over a security protocol sheet. Your legs kick in a childlike way.

Your first, official mission is the most lame of X-Men operations. But even despite that, you appear to be in high spirits. Peter’s almost jealous. The first time he joined up with the team, all he got out of it was a lousy, broken leg.

Anyway, you’re cute and all. But…don’t you have a job to do, you slacker?

Peter leans against the doorway, his hands nestled in the pockets of his silver, bomber jacket. Beady eyes watch you through the lenses of his goggles. His earphones hang around his neck. A quiet jam resonates from them. But you're so mesmerized by your doodling, you don't even notice.

In a flash, Peter makes his presence known. Big hands grab your shoulders hard. He leans in to whisper sternly in your ear. His voice vibrates, robust and quaking in an attempt to spook you.

“GOTCHA! Annnnnnnd, yer dead, kid! Mwahahaha!”

You swivel around in an instant. Hopping from your seat, you raise your hands in defense. Jeez! Peter's caught off guard by how quickly you react. Blinding beams of golden light burst from your palms. The same glow floods your eyes. You hurl scorching hot rays in Peter's direction.

Well…shit.

Thanks to Xavier's mad training skills, Peter's a little faster than light nowadays. And he's ultra lucky for it. Had you raised your hands and gone pew pew pew so many years ago - he probably would've charred to a crisp right then and there. 

“Damn! You got some killer aim! That was a close call.” He whistles. Peter gawks at the holes seared into the wall, straight through some ruined blueprints. A smirk plays on his lips. He gestures at the damage with a thumb, “Eh, they probably got backups ‘a those lyin’ around, right?”

Your only response is an affectionate eye roll. But Peter notes the curl at the corner of your mouth as you try not to smile. 

Screw it. You're pretty fun. Why doesn't he hang with you for a bit? He's probably got some time to kill. At least before Chuck realizes the speedster isn't dressed to the nines, bored out of his mind at the gala.

The two of you goof off for a few minutes. As you doodle, Peter looms over your seat. Watching the CCTV screens with a ready eye, he teases you about your lack of focus on the job. You're just such a supreme newbie, he can't help it.

To which you respond with a counterpoint - isn't he the reigning champion of getting sidetracked?

Touché, little newbie. Touché.

Boredom quickly makes him antsy. And being antsy has Peter's brain reaching for any stimulation he can find. Pacing the room, Peter casts subtle glances at your figure in tactical clothing. Hot damn. Black really does highlight your most bodacious assets.

Amidst casual conversation, Peter shamelessly flirts with you. And when you flirt back, he isn’t all that fazed. The two of you are always making saucy passes at one another. Horny topics of discussion happen more often than they should. You once poured your heart out for twenty minutes, complaining that you couldn’t squirt when you got off. Part of him took this confession as a challenge.

Peter never forgot how sexually charged the energy of that night was.

Or…maybe it wasn’t? Maybe you just wanted to vent to someone who would listen. Yeah. He’s probably uber delusional. That ‘energy’ might’ve come from the sunbeams radiating in your genes.

Sure. Nothing sexual.

But if that’s the case, why else are you giving him bedroom eyes - if not ‘cuz you really wanna bone?

Expelling a bland sigh, Peter leans back against the console where the CCTV screens are. He bounces a random ball he swiped from a researcher’s desk. Flirtatious teasing continues back and forth, remaining casual.

Until Peter makes a needlessly suggestive comment.

“I’m just sayin’. Picture this, ‘kay? You ‘n me, goin’ at it like there’s no tomorrow. Pretty sure I’d get you off in under, say, three minutes er less. That’s not a promise, it’s a fact.”

Throwing you a sly look, Peter smirks payfully. He bounces the ball again.

“Pshh. Not fast enough.” You mumble.

Peter’s dark gaze leers at you from under his brows.

Oh. Oh no, you didn't just...

His eyes fire across each CCTV screen, double checking for any unwanted visitors. All clear, it’s go time. Moving swiftly, he props you up on a nearby desk. At record speed - before you can begin to comprehend his impossibly fast actions - he crams six inches of girthy, speedster cock inside you. All without any warning.

In hindsight, maybe he shouldn’t have been so impulsive. But in the microsecond it took him to move your body and pull your pants off, at the very least; he had the courtesy to prep you with his fingers. And now, you’re coming undone as he jackhammers your cunt. Peter rolls into you in a blur of silver motion. Your walls clench perfectly over his cock.

You protest through shallow moans, “W-Wait! Oh my g-...too fast, Peter! Too fast!”

The tips of his fingers circle your clit, the vibrations shattering your moans. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you bring him closer. Peter shivers as your pussy squeezes him so tight. It’s an outrageously awesome sensation that drives him to drill his dick deeper. Tilting forward, he groans, his lips grazing yours.

“Y’think I can make you squirt like this?” He chuckles, his throat bobbing as he swallows down a moan.

You shake your head wildly, whimpering the softest, “Noooooo! I told you already, I cannnnn’t!”

“Huh? What’s that, cutie? Aw. Too bad. ‘Cuz I’m not gunna slow down ‘til you do.” Peter teases, looking over his shoulder at the CCTV screens. He smirks crookedly, “Better be quick. Yer teammates’re gunna be back soon.”

You tip your head back as you whine again. Peter ruts into you so inexplicably fast, his pace renders your lungs useless. His fingers keep torturing your clit, guiding your pearl in a whirring dance of speedy buzzes. You shudder, clawing into his arms as your hips move on instinct. 

Speeding the rhythm of his thrusts, Peter furrows his brows. His cock pulses when he watches your tits bounce in your shirt. He bites his lip to stifle a whimper. Below him, you try to call his name. But his powerful movements rupture your pretty voice. “Hell yeah, gorgeous. That’s it. Don’t hold back, ‘kay? Just let it happen. Gunna cum, pretty girl? C’mon, ya gotta cum for me. You can do it. C’mon.” He begs, his tone a little closer to a whine.

Not even two minutes into sexing you up, he has you gushing a spritz of luscious heat. Score. He'll be thinking about this sexy success for weeks. The corners of your eyes leak hot tears, as a rapturous orgasm overtakes you. The entire, lower half of your body tightens, muscles clenching. Your pussy pops with a juicy burst. Leaking down your thighs and ass, your slick coats his twitchy cock.

He kisses you, his breath burning hot, “Doin’ so good, princess. So good for me. Was that fast enough for you? Hmm? Oh, fuck. I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-”

Pulling his soaked length free, he showers your tummy in virile, white jets. Leaning over you, Peter laughs again, exhaling a long sigh of elation. His lips capture yours, drinking in your kisses for a few beats. He feels his heart twist with satisfaction. All at the awesome notion that he drove you to such an intimate, breaking point.

“How’s that for a quickie?” He teases with a cheeky grin, winking down at you.

Your blinky eyes gaze over his shoulder, looking somewhat dazed. Beneath him, you stir in place. You’re trying to say something. But you’re so braindead from the totally slammin’ orgasm he gave you, the words won’t happen.

But then, Peter notices the way your glazed hues narrow. That vibrant, golden glow from earlier returns. Sitting up on an elbow, you raise a hand to point at the CCTV screens behind him. Oh, you probably saw someone on cam. Peter’s dark gaze widens. A sudden beam of light pulsates at the tip of your finger.

“NO, NO, NO, NO-” He starts.

Too late. The golden flash fires like a speeding bullet from your fingertip, colliding into the screens. A powerful burst shatters the entire CCTV setup on impact. Electric static buzzes amongst broken glass and fried wires. Peter sighs, looking over his shoulder, then back down at your cute face.

“Babe, seriously? Now’s not the time to be tryin’ interior decorating!” He rolls his eyes, playing ignorant to your shared romp in the research lab, “Hold that thought...aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?”

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Maternophobia

I could use our bone boi getting stepped on, head cruelly cocked back so he can't see dem panties. Part of me wanted the image to be them all tied with with Nami hilariously giving Jinbei shit because he's supposed to be able to handle things. But no. Boney get a "whiteout" panel and that makes this a true red-letter day. This is subtle, but it is exactly what I wanted to see out of Brook & Gunko. He seems to recognize something about her. He's able to learn she's a fan. So even given this tense situation, he's very polite in his rejection to be a music slave. But specifically highlighting how Luffy gave him a new lease on life.

We've established the idea that Gunko might be somewhat a victim in the sense of never really knowing she had a choice. Brook is providing proof that circumstances can change and relationships can change them. Do you know how badly I wanted Brook to have a moment like this with Kiku? Obviously Gunko is an antagonist and that makes things very different in a lot of ways, but I love how even the framing here and following that bit from Nami serve to highlight what we talked about last time. Brook is getting a chance to show where his specific experience and wisdom can do what Jinbei cannot. And that is something very cool and very hard to express so I want to highlight it and admire it when it happens.

With that out of the way...iconic. You know what? No. It's peak "Wife Bad" Boomer Humor™ but it works because it is so unabashedly peak Boomer Humor™ and doesn't feel like it needs to put on pretentious airs of justifying itself. This is hilarious. The real monsters have awoken from the children's dreams...THEIR MOTHERS!!!

Fuck it, based. I have mother issues, stopped being scared of a pathetic drunk as I got older but when I was a kid that shit was terrifying. I don't think these giant moms are that bad, but they sure seem strict and imposing. A serious challenge indeed. We also have Spooky Gregg back hanging around a few panels so that's nice. It seems our eulogy was premature. But he is already a ghost so it's never fully inaccurate to honor his memory.

Jokes and personal trauma aside, there's a bit more thematic harmony with this gag than just lol scary moms. A land like Elbaph is now where kids are well behaved and focused on education kinda sounds like a land of strict, strong moms keeping them in line. Not a huge deal, the gag is good on its own, if they were actually Dorry/Brogy's wives I'd be on their side because you better not have run of on a 100yr duel if you're married. But it does connect more to what's going on than just being a silly goof.

Speaking of cool, very impressive Collun. He's jumped up to the front of the line and willingly got involved in the compulsion to follow the arrow just for a chance to help and keep things calm. Down below with Ripley & Scopper finding this out is hilarious...and kinda feeds back into that point about parents. Gaban's all like, hell yeah that's mah boy. Ripley's not having it and demanding he go save the kid. Hilarious and they're cute together.

And it leads to the cool part at the end! Sure there's a former Roger Pirate heavyweight jumping into the fray but they have angered the Devil Child and that is not a smart thing to do if you like things like being alive. I will never ever ever not love the series treating Robin like a core threat on the Straw Hats rather than a smart pawn to try and capture. Show Saul how far you've come by showing how fiercely you'll protect the friends you've found girl.

[ash5monster01]

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Main Course: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Ingredients: fluff, enemies to lovers, mentions of family issues, imposter syndrome, co-ed Welton, trauma bonding, language, light flirting, no use of y/n

Meal: Charlie fluff, enemies to lovers

Total: $14.94 = 1.5k words

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Tears stream down your face, unable to stop them as your emotions wash over you like a wave. It wasn’t often you broke down like this, usually keeping yourself together, but after a while the pent up emotions became too much. This became one of those times after hearing the angry words of your father over the phone, vicious words and disappointment over you not being good enough no matter how hard you tried. In no world could you be the perfect daughter. 

“Oh sorry,” the familiar voice of the person you want to see least startles you. Looking up from your spot under the pay phone in the dark hallway stands Charlie Dalton. 

“Why are you here?” you ask bitterly, knees pressed tightly to your chest as you hug yourself. Charlie goes to quip back but it’s then he sees the tears streaking your pink cheeks. Even if you had embarrassed him in front of everyone when you first came to Welton and he had never let you live it down, he wasn’t going to be cruel. 

“I could ask you the same thing?” he says, turning his head up and down the hall to make sure you were both still in the clear. When he finds it’s still just you two, he bends down and sits beside you, a safe distance still between you both. 

“As you can probably see, I’m not really looking for company,” you hiccup, sleeved arms wiping away your tears. Charlie pretends to not see it but he feels himself soften towards you. 

“You want to tell me what happened?” he asks after ignoring your request and you sniffle, not daring to look at the boy. 

When Welton became co-ed, your father saw it as a gift from God, but Nolan had made it clear if there was any mishaps or relationships, you’d be out faster than you got in. So on the first day of school, when Charlie Dalton had loudly catcalled you and made some sly comment about how nice you wear your skirt, you decided to get back at him every chance you could. You had returned his comment by loudly pointing out how much shorter he was from the rest of the boys and the rivalry was on. 

“Why, so you can tell the whole school and humiliate me?” you snap, glaring at him from over your knees and he sighs. You watch as he slumps against the wall, head rolling over to look at you. Your eyes are slightly swollen and red, lips still puckered, and despite his major bomb the first time he met you, he still thinks you’re the prettiest girl in the world. 

“Our secret, no one here for us to give a show to anyway,” he says, voice defeated, and you discover he’s as tired of being your enemy as you are his. Studying him for a moment longer you finally loosen the grip on your legs and relax against the wall beside him. 

“My Dad was just bugging me about my grades. Says I’m not trying hard enough and making him look like a fool for forking over so much money for me to go here,” you admit quietly, practically a whisper in the abandoned halls of the school. 

“Sounds like my Dad, but that’s mostly about me not getting serious about anything. Says I’m wasting time goofing off,” and you give him a shocked look, surprised to see you have something in common. Yeah, most prep school kids had odd relationships with their parents but you could see it in his eyes now, the lingering worry of if he’d ever be good enough. It was the same look you saw in the mirror everyday. 

“It’s just annoying, never being good enough for him. I don’t think he’s ever even said I love you to me,” you say and Charlie nods, like he knows this story all too well. It’s the first time there seems to be a truce between you both, seeing each other as a peer, and accepting you were more alike than you thought. 

“Well if it helps, I think you’re good enough. I mean, you’re a wiz in math and almost better than Meeks at Latin. It seems like it all comes so easy to you,” Charlie praises and you feel tears burning at the back of your eyes. Yet they’re not sad tears, instead they were happy ones, a reaction to the words you desperately needed to hear. 

“It doesn’t, I just study until my eyes start going blurry and stay up late every night doing my homework. I haven’t made a single friend here but the need to please my father stops me from even trying,” you tell him and he nods, not relating to this. His reaction to his father’s need to succeed was to fight it. He gave the bare minimum when it came to school and goofed off with his friends every chance he could. 

“I’ll be your friend,” Charlie answers as if this will solve all your problems and you can’t help the laugh that escapes you. Quickly you put your hand over your mouth to soften the sound and not alert any one of your after curfew conversation. 

“Please, everyone knows we hate each other. What are we supposed to do, start holding hands and skipping down the hall?” you ask sarcastically but Charlie just shrugs as if it’s not the worst idea he’s ever heard. 

“Not exactly, but we can start by yelling at each other less, plus I pride myself on being a good friend. I may be a shit student and obnoxious when you first meet me, but I’m loyal as hell and come with a group of really great guys,” and you know this to be true. Having met kind souls like Neil and Meeks in passing, the rest seemingly just as sweet. The fact Charlie was included in their group at all had to say something about him as well. 

“I didn’t mean to call you short by the way, I just didn’t want to get in trouble with Nolan. My Dad would’ve had my head,” and Charlie can understand that, more than anyone probably so he nods and accepts the apology. 

“It’s okay, I am short. But I make up for it in other places,” he jokes which earns him a scoff and harsh shove to his side. He laughs as he topples over but recovers quickly, finding you’re both closer when he sits back up. 

“I’ll be your friend Charlie, just as long as you convince Neil to help me with English?” you bargain and Charlie grins, holding his hand out to you. 

“Deal,” he says and you accept his hand, shaking it firmly and trying to ignore the way something sparks between you both. Traveling up your arm and settling low in your stomach. Touching him shouldn’t feel so sacred, so intimate. Yet here the both of you were, refusing to let go and studying the other’s eyes in the eerie halls of your shared prison. 

“You think one day, when there no rules against it, we could be more than friends?” Charlie whispers, like it might save him from embarrassment if you can barely hear it. Shockingly you grin, pulling his hand into your lap like a small piece of him was now yours.

“Maybe, but only if you’re nice,” you tell him and Charlie smirks, allowing himself to lean closer to you. The idea of this forbidden and unspoken thing between you both finally becoming real. 

“I’m always nice,” is the answer he gives and you can only roll your eyes as he chuckles. When silence settles between you both again you find yourself lifting his hand and pressing the softest of kisses against his knuckles. 

“Piss me off again Dalton and this’ll be all over,” you inform him after you pull away and he gulps, his skin fire hot at the idea of you kissing him for real. 

“If I’m good, would that earn me a kiss?” he asks and you pretend to think it over, enjoy the way he squirms while waiting for your answer. Finally you look back at him before using the hand that isn’t holding his own to grab his shoulder. Slowly you lean in close, kissing his cheek featherlight, the corners of your mouths barely brushing each other. Charlie’s eyes close, visibly gulping as he discovers letting you in would officially be the death of him. 

“Be good and you’ll see,” you say before standing up quickly, the instant separation sending a chill over both your bodies. You feel immensely better, Charlie distracting you from the cruel words of your father and you’re surprisingly thankful for the shift between you. 

“Thanks Charlie, good night,” you mumble, a dreamy smile on your face and he looks at you dumb with love and offers a soft wave as you rush off. 

“Good night.”

[ryoalouette]

Machi's #15 DPxDC Idea

Bruce couldn't understand what was happening, or why, or how, or why, or when, or well, anything at all. One day he found two civilians, two teens goofing around the cave like two newlyweds. When Batman, with capital B; tried to interrogate them he only got mockery.

"What's with the long face?" They said before disappearing through one of the smaller caves. For a moment Bruce thought he had hallucinated the Asian boy and the Hispanic girl. Only to find the same Hispanic girl with a blond boy making out on Red Robin's bike. Plus another couple with them! And all of them were holding hands!

Then, a few days later, while he was investigating the lower levels of the batcave he found a black boy with a red beanie flirting with Jason, and Jason was flirting back? Batman had to pull everybody out of the caves and call for an emergency meeting. Only to find a boy with black hair passed out at the meeting table, using Batman's reports as cushions. Sitting next to him was a girl with also dark hair drinking with a straw from a coconut.

"Poor Danny," she said. "After all these years he still can't deal with alcohol." And then she promptly started to offer coconut milk to everyone.

He snapped at her but she only raised an eyebrow and left carrying the boy, Danny, on her back. And then the music started. Day and Night it would start playing at the most random moments. Samba, Rumba, Fados, Boleros, K-pop, anything went in, they even accepted petitions if the kids yelled loud enough. Steph had gotten in the habit of asking for Kill Bill's OST and Dick constantly asked for Taylor Swift. They even answered when Damian complained about their choices and asked for Chopin's nocturne. And then the batcave started to grow flowers! And trees? And the fruit was edible? What the heck?

"Sounds to me like you have a nymph infestation," said Wonder Woman after hearing his rant report. Batman stared at her like she had grown another head.

"I mean, flower powers, free love, did they have pointed ears?" Batman nood. "Yup, definitely a nymph infestation." Batman kept staring at her. Don't look at me like that, they are very common where I come from. The only solution is to wait until they get bored and move on. If you try to get rid of them violently not only you will fail. But also will risk the wrath of the gods." Batman kept staring. Wonder woman sighed. "I will call Pan to see if he is missing any nymphs and wants them back".

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Oh dear sweet god

Why do I do this to myself

This goof has such a chokehold on my heart I just CANNOT

Working on P is for Public of ABC's of Kink, but it's getting split into two. Part one is SFW, part 2 will be very much NSFW. Already working in it and planning to have it up tonight.

And awaaaaay we gooo—

I lied part 3 will be NSFW don't hurt me

Blacksmith's Daughter

Part 1 of 3

Part 2 here

Series: ABC's of Kink

Letter: P is for Public

Wordcount: 2.7k

Tags: SFW, NSFW (part 3 only), fluff, hurt/comfort other stuff maybe

LA!Shanks X AFAB!Reader

Dear gods I loved writing this one

To say you were in a pickle would have been a grievous understatement.

You and a close friend had been caught sneaking around a Marine base after getting the bright idea to break into their treasury vault. For a few years since your father's death you had been down on your luck, and it had seemed a quick ticket to dragging yourself out of the gutter. You had become over that time a particularly skilled thief, and the training you had recieved from your father in blades, not to mention the pair of cutlasses he had smithed for you, didn't hurt your chances.

And you had been forced to give yourself up after your friend was killed while resisting arrest.

Thrown onto a Marine ship bound for Impel Down, locked in the brig with your hands and feet bound in irons. No family, no friends, set to rot for at least the next few years in prison, if not for the rest of your life.

You were fairly certain your situation couldn't possibly get any worse.

The officer guarding the brig was leaning against the desk across from the stairs that led up to the main deck of the ship, polishing his rifle with a rag and gun oil and whistling to himself. He had an easy enough time of it—you were the only prisoner there, and you weren't bothering to give him a hard time. You had been aboard the damnable ship for three days, stiff and sore from your limited range of movement in the heavy shackles clamped around your wrists and ankles, the gravity of your situation weighing heavily on you, and there really wasn't any fight left in you.

Sudden shouting from the deck overhead made him pause and look up the stairs, his brow furrowing under the brim of his cap as you both listened.

"Open fire!"

"Pirates!"

"All hands! Man the guns!"

The officer glanced into your cell, shouldering his rifle as he tossed his rag on the desk and pointed at you.

"Not a peep, wench."

You just leaned back against the wall of the cell with a sigh. "Yup."

So your situation could get worse. Wonderful.

The ship rattled and shook, the cannon fire making your ears ring. Bits of the ceiling fell into the cell around you. You flinched when a hole was blown through the wall of the cell next to your own, the cannon ball rolling across the floor and clanging against the bars. Rather than rotting in prison, you were just flat out going to die.

A fitting end for a miserable few years.

And then all at once, you heard another voice call for ceasefire. The cannon fire stopped first, and slowly the sounds of fighting on the deck above your head fell into relative silence, peppered with animated chatter and laughter.

That could only mean one thing—the Marines had lost.

And your suspicions were confirmed when, a few minutes later, one of the senior cadets on board burst through the doors and sprinted down the stairs into the brig in an outright panic, whimpering, attempting to draw his pistol with shaking hands—but not before he was followed by a broad-shouldered man with a long black ponytail, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, holding a large rifle with one hand and leveling the barrel between the young Marine's eyes.

The pirates had won. You weren't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Oh, don't shoot the kid, Benn, just get him restrained."

You watched another pirate stroll down the stairs and lean into the wall at the edge of them, bright red hair framing his face, a long black cape hanging around one of his shoulders, and a pair of cutlasses slung over his shoulder—your cutlasses. He set them lightly on the desk and patted his crewmate on the shoulder a couple times as he passed.

There was only one man on the Grand Line that matched his description, and even having lived in a town too far inland to have had much experience with pirates, you had heard of him—Red-Haired Shanks, captain of the Red Hair Pirates, who held one of the highest bounties in the world.

"Be quicker to shoot him." Benn shrugged a shoulder. "Or just coldcock him over the head."

"Kid's probably already shit himself." Shanks grabbed a coil of rope from the wall and tossed it across to him. "No use adding injury to insult."

Benn rolled his eyes over toward his captain...and then his gaze flicked back a bit, landing on you as you glanced warily between him and Shanks. Benn gave a nod toward your cell, and your heart went from racing to ceasing entirely when Shanks turned his head and locked his gaze with your own.

He lifted his eyebrows a bit, his dark brown eyes glinting.

"Well, hello there." You swallowed as he approached the cell slowly. He wrapped his hand around one of the bars, leaning forward. Evidently your anxiousness was written all over your face, as he said next, reassuringly, "Don't worry love, we don't bite. Unless you make the idiot decision of opening fire on my ship," he added, raising his voice just a bit and tilting his head to look back at the Marine cadet, who was putting up absolutely no fight over having his hands tied behind his back now.

Shanks directed his gaze back over to you, flashing a charming grin. "So what're ya in for, sweetheart?"

You took a deep breath, and forced yourself to speak. "I—I, er—"

"She snuck into the base in Nanohana and attempted to break into the treasury vault," the cadet chimed in, and flinched as Benn shoved him down to sit against the wall.

He then grabbed the gun-oil rag from the desk and stuffed it in the cadet's mouth.

"Nobody asked you, kid," he said, leaning against the adjacent wall and crossing his arms, his rifle propped up against the wood paneling beside him.

Shank's grin only widened at that. "Did you really?" You nodded shortly, and he chuckled. "God, what a horrible crime," he went on, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Everyone knows the World Government is horrifically impoverished and doesn't have a single Berry to spare." He leaned a bit closer, resting his head against one of the iron bars. "How far did you get?"

"W...we had just gotten the vault open before we were surrounded," you said quietly. You couldn't tear your eyes away from his, as they widened and his eyebrows shot up toward his hairline, completely taken aback.

"Impressive," he said, his eyes passing over you slowly. He bit the corner of his lip thoughtfully, before his eyes returned to yours. "You said we. You have a crew?"

You shook your head. "It was just me and my friend. Well...more like my brother, really." Your eyes dropped to your knees for a moment. "He didn't make it," you said quietly, still not quite able to process it. Your best friend, your only friend, who you had known for twenty-three years, since you were a toddler.

Gone.

When you lifted your eyes back to the red-haired captain, his expression had softened considerably, mouth turned down in a small frown, his amusement replaced with genuine concern. "I'm terribly sorry to hear that, sweetheart," he said gently. He drew in a deep breath, and let it out as a slow sigh, before flipping his cape out of the way and taking a seat on the floor—and you noticed with a bit of shock as the cloak shifted that the left sleeve of his loose white shirt was empty.

He rest his elbow on his knee, leaning his chin into his palm, hand curled over his mouth for a long moment.

"Arabasta is around three days from here," he said finally. "Provided the wind cooperates, and honestly we could do with making port. We'd be more than happy to take you home."

You swallowed, your heart still pounding, still anxious, but for a different reason now. This man, who didn't even know your name, who was gazing at you with a gentle compassion spread across his handsome features that you were entirely unaccustomed to, offering to go out of his way just to get you home—this man had a bounty of over three billion berries?

After a moment, you shook your head. "Wouldn't be much use," you said, shrugging a shoulder. "I don't exactly have a home."

"Any family?" You shook your head—your father's death had been wholly unexpected, and led ultimately to the closing of his smithy, where the two of you and your "brother"—his apprentice—had also lived. Within less than a month you had been on the streets. "Friends?"

His face fell a little more every time you shook your head no. He ran the pad of his index finger over the top of his lips, glancing briefly at Benn.

Back at you, looking at you almost like you were a poor, abandoned puppy he wanted to take home.

He glanced at Benn again, longer this time, until his first mate sighed, straightening out from the wall. "I'll figure out who's got the keys," he said, already starting toward the door.

"Good man."

From the slam you heard, you were fairly sure he kicked the door open at the top, and his voice boomed over the loght chatter on the deck.

"Alright, you assholes. I'm gonna ask one of you who's got the keys to the brig. I don't get an answer in ten seconds, you're getting an extra hole in your head, and I move onto the next guy."

Your eyes widened a little as you looked toward the stairs, moving back over to Shanks as he laughed a little.

"Has a real knack for subtlety, doesn't he?" he said with a crooked grin. He leaned back, planting his hand on the floor behind him. "Seems you have two options, love. You can stay here, with a bunch of tied up Marines who want to take you—where, Impel Down?" You nodded, and he returned the nod. "Or..." He cooked his head slightly to one side, his grin widening a little. "We can break you out of here and you can come with us."

You blinked a few times. "And...go where?" you said slowly.

Her shrugged a shoulder. "Wherever the wind and the waves carry us."

He was asking you to join his crew. You felt your eyes widen a bit, and Shanks laughed softly when he saw his meaning had sunk in.

"I'd choose the latter option, personally," he said. "Never hurts to have another good thief on board."

"You...can't really say I'm a good thief, given..." You glanced down pointedly at the iron shackles around your ankles. "Well, circumstances."

"Ah..." He waved his hand dismissively. "Everyone makes mistakes early in their career. How long have you been thieving?"

"Two years," you said. "Since my father died. Mostly just...pick-pocketing and sneaking money pouches off vendors. This was the first actual break-in."

His eyes widened a bit. "Your first actual break-in," he said slowly, the corner of his mouth curving into a smirk, "was into a Marine base in a major city?"

You shrugged a shoulder, and nodded. He huffed out a sigh, shaking his head.

"Oh, I like you," he said in a low, flirtatious tone, his eyes making a slow pass over you that made your heart speed up and blood rush to your cheeks. "So tell me, princess...." He finally leaned forward again, resting his arm across his knee, and went on with a debonair grin. "Is there a pretty name to go with that pretty face?"

You managed to stammer out your name, your eyes wide as saucers. His smile softened as he shook his head a little, his gaze locked firmly onto yours as he spoke one word softly.

"Beautiful."

You jumped when the door opened, and both of you looked over as Benn descended the stairs, flicking a spent cigarette butt at the Marine cadet still seated in the corner. He tossed a ring of keys over to Shanks.

"Already informed everyone we have a new thief on the crew," he said flatly, tossing a ring of keys over to Shanks.

Shanks swiped them out of the air, grinning. "And how do you know that? I don't recall telling you."

Benn gave him a look equally as flat as his tone.

"Oh, lighten up, you grumpy old bastard," said Shanks jovially, pulling himself to his feet. Your eyes were glued to the keys as he flipped one out and tried it in the cell lock.

It didn't open.

"So what're we doing about this?" said Benn, gesturing broadly. "Caravel full of tied up Marines. Sink her? Just leave her adrift?"

Shanks shrugged. "Might as well just leave it. Take anything that isn't nailed to the floor."

There was a muffled sound of protest in the corner, and both men turned their gaze to the cadet.

Shanks tried the second key, with no success, as the cadet managed to turn his head and tug the cloth out of his mouth with traction from the shoulder of his coat. "Y—you can't just—there's no telling when another Marine ship will come by!"

Shanks snorted. "Or another pirate ship." He flipped to the next key, smirking. "So you'd rather I sink her?"

"W—well, no, but—but we—"

Benn had evidently heard enough. He rolled his eyes as he stooped down to pick up the cloth, and the cadet's jaw snapped shut immediately. Sighing in irritation, he grabbed the kid by his nose and held his nostrils shut until he was forced to open his mouth to take a gasp of air.

And Benn immediately shoved the cloth back into his mouth, and pointed a finger an inch from his nose. "Do it again and it'll be the last thing you ever do. Got it?"

The cadet nodded quickly, his eyes wide circles of terror.

The third key turned, and the lock clicked. You expelled a heavy sigh of relief at the sound. Shanks chuckled lightly as he watched you lean your head back against the damp wall behind you. "No need to worry, love," he said, kneeling down at your feet and flipping to the attached set of smaller keys for the cuffs and shackles. "I can pick a lock when I need to." He freed the first one, leveling his eyes with yours, and a small shiver coursed up your spine as he reached out and brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear, his thumb briefly caressing your flushed cheek. "I'm not letting a few iron bars and chains keep me from you."

"Oh dear god," Benn grumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes, and you almost giggled a little, biting your lip. The guy wasn't wrong, Shanks was laying it on pretty thick.

Though you weren't really complaining.

Shanks glanced back at him as he set to unlocking the second shackle, feigning surprise. "Oh, are you still here?" he said with a sarcastic smirk. He turned his attention back to the irons. "I fear I forgot there was anyone else in the room for a moment."

He glanced up and gave you a little wink before tossing the shackles away, and touched your shoulder lightly to indicate for you to lean forward so he could get to the cuffs wrapped around your wrists.

Benn leveled his eyes with yours, glancing at his captain, and gave a small snort of laughter. "Good luck."

And with that, he headed back up the stairs.

"Oh, don't listen to him, sweetheart."

Shanks chuckled, leaning over you to quickly unlock the shackles, so close you could feel the heat of his body, smell the leathery scent of his cologne mingling with a subtler hint of spiced rum. Your heart raced as he stood back up, dropped the cuffs, and held out his hand, smiling.

You hesitated for the briefest of moments, before placing your hand in his. He pulled you to your feet...and then flush against his chest, grinning as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

"I promise I'm perfectly harmless."

[witchygagirlwrites]

Until You-Part 2

Connor Rhodes x Reader x Will Halstead/Rhodestead x Reader

You're settled into intelligence. Both Connor and Will have made it clear they have feelings towards you but you refuse to let them not acknowledge their feelings for each other.

You groaned when you woke up yet again to the sound of the radiator squealing like a giant rat that a cat had gotten ahold of. The perks of living in an older building. You’d been looking for another place but so far nothing had come available in your price range close enough to the twenty first that you wouldn’t be forced to get up long before dawn to not be stuck in traffic at roll call.

You rolled over to look at the time on the alarm clock and it wasn’t but half an hour before it would go off anyways so you may as well go ahead and call it. You threw your blankets off your legs and sat up. At least you would have time to grab coffee before you went in?

You walked into the twenty first and smiled at Trudy as you held out the coffee you’d grabbed her “Sarge” she offered you a smile “Well if it isn’t my favorite” you grinned “I love rubbing that in to all of them” 

“How are they treating you upstairs?” she asked and you shrugged “Decent. Voight’s a hard ass but I already knew that and I have to say he backs us pretty well. Beyond that I work well enough with Jay and the rest of the team” she nodded “Jay give you issues just threaten him with Fireball, if Kevin does he’s sweet on that new nurse from Scotland that just started at Med. She doesn’t put up with it either” you laughed “Thanks for the tip” then headed for the stairs.

You stopped at the palm scanner and laid your hand down. When it buzzed you opened the gate and headed up. When you got to the top of the stairs Jay cut his eyes up from the paperwork he was currently going over “Oh look who decided to join us today” “I’m not even late asshole” you replied and he grinned “I know, just seeing what you’d say”

You shook your head and put your stuff down at your desk “How did you get Mouse and Fireball?” he smirked “Do you really wanna know?” and you shook your head “Nope. Not at all” and he cracked up laughing. Kim shook her head “I see you two are falling into a routine” Jay nodded “She’s a pain in the ass but she’s a decent cop. Plus my brother has a thing for her too” 

“On top of Rhodes?” you asked and he grinned “Yeah” Adam leaned up from his desk “Woah, Jay. Your brother is bi too?” Jay wiggled his eyebrows at Adam “Why? Sad you missed out on a Halstead Ruzek?” you laughed when Adam’s cheeks turned red and Kim kissed his temple “It’s ok baby, you got me”

“That’s enough of that” Al’s voice carried weight even if it wasn’t loud when he came out of the break room and all of you snapped to attention like kids having gotten caught goofing off on your chores by your dad. “Yes sir” you replied and he smirked “Easy on the sir kid” 

You walked over to your desk and cut your eyes at Jay who grinned “Want to go with me to talk to a couple C.I.’s for Voight?” you nodded “Yes please”

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You grabbed your jacket and followed Jay down the back stairs. Mouse wasn’t at his desk in the bullpen which meant he was in the tech room. Jay had broken his radio a few days before on a takedown when he’d used it to clip some guy in the back of the head as a last resort. The look on Mouse’s face was nothing short of hilarious when he’d been tasked with fixing it and why had had to fix it.

“When is your exam scheduled?” Jay asked as the two of you made it to the bottom of the stair that led down into the bottom floor. “Two weeks” you replied with a smile. He nodded “When you pass Will and Connor need to take you to dinner” you rolled your eyes “Lay off Jay. Just because you three are happy doesn’t mean anything” 

He shrugged “I’m just saying, don’t talk to Fireball anytime soon then because she’s been saying the same thing” you shook your head as you two walked through rollup towards the breakroom “Gerwitz please get your guy!” you called out and Mouse’s head popped around the corner “Jay, what the hell did you do to Firecracker?” “Teasing me about Connor and Will” you replied and Mouse grinned “Oh yeah, they’re both into you and each other”

You waved a hand “Seriously!?! You too?” he shrugged “Well um did you think that us of all people wouldn’t clock something like that?” you shook your head “Give him his damn radio, kiss him goodbye. We gotta go” Mouse laughed and passed Jay his radio then pressed a kiss to his lips “Be careful. I love you” 

Jay smiled “I love you too. Are you taking lunch to Med or am I?” Mouse cut his eyes at you before telling Jay “Unless you get busy you can” and Jay grinned “Ok babe” and the two of you headed out while you heard Mouse laughing behind you. 

“Are you three really trying to set me, Will and Connor up?” you asked and Jay shrugged “Maybe we’re tired of being the only trio? Makes double dates really weird when it’s three against two on bowling”

You stood next to Jay as he talked to the C.I. who kept eyeing you so you raised an eyebrow “Do we have issue?” he shook his head “Weren’t you a beat cop?” you nodded “Lindsay left I got pulled up” he nodded “You’re Firecracker. You pulled my niece out of a bad spot. She was in a bad relationship” 

You stared at him for a moment then it clicked “You’re Veronica’s uncle?” he nodded “She got out of Chicago and away from the bum because of you. You saved her life” a smile slipped onto your face “That’s really good to hear” he held his hand out and you shook it “Thank you” “Of course. Just doing my job” he shook his head “She told me you went into your savings to help her. That’s not just doing your job ma’am”

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When you got back to Jay’s truck he bumped your shoulder and you cut your eyes at him “Yes?” he grinned “You’re good police Firecracker. I’m glad you’re my partner” you grabbed over your heart playfully “A genuine compliment! Fireball and Mouse must have made you very happy last night for you to be in this good of a mood” he rolled his eyes “See? Now I’m trying to be sweet and you got to go and ruin it! Just for that we’re going to Med so my brother and Connor can drool over you!”

“Don’t you dare Halstead! It’s only eleven forty five!” you argued and he nodded “After we pick up Fireball lunch and get there it’ll be twelve, unless you want me to not make sure my beautiful hard working girlfriend eats something decent?” you glared at him “That’s just mean using her against me” he shrugged “If it works, it works”

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You begrudgingly follow Jay into Med. He stopped at the front desk and Maggie smiled “Hey Jay. She’s in the doctor’s lounge with Connor”  Jay cut his eyes back at you before saying “Thanks Mags” 

He bumped your shoulder “Come on” you glared at him as he led the way to the doctor’s lounge. He opened the door then held it for you. Fireball was sitting at the table, across from Connor. They had an ipad between them looking at something on it. 

She cut her eyes up then did a double take when she realized Jay was in the room “Hey love” she greeted and was on her feet to meet him halfway. He grinned and pulled her into a kiss “Hey princess. How’s your day going?” 

You walked away to give them privacy and Connor tilted his head to the table so you walked over “How’s it going Rhodes?” he nodded to the ipad “Since my partner in crime has abandoned me for one of her fellas, do you want to look at this listing with me?” “Listing?” you asked as you sat down next to him. He nodded “I need a new place so I’m looking at condos” you shrugged “Sure” he moved his chair closer and slid the ipad between you. Could you drool over a place to live? If it was possible you would have drooled. It had a freaking fireplace for christ’s sake, a nice kitchen, huge bathroom and the master bedroom was damn near the size of your current place. 

“So you’re like rich rich” you laughed and he cut his eyes at you “It’s not that bad is it?” you waved a hand “You’re one person! That shower would easily fit three and that’s with extracurricular activities” he raised an eyebrow “Firecracker are you thinking about me in the shower now?” you rolled your eyes “You wish. Point is, the place is gorgeous Con but I mean it’s freaking big too” he shrugged “I’d have extra room at least” you nodded “What’s wrong with your current place?” he shrugged “I’m selling it. I lived there with my ex” “Yikes, ignore what I said this place is amazing. Jump on it” he laughed “Well I’ll call you when I get the keys and you can see it in person” you cut your eyes at him and grinned “Only if you light up that fireplace” “Sounds like a plan”

You heard laughter and looked back to see Fireball smacking Jay’s chest “Ignore him! We’ve been trying to teach him better for years but it hasn’t stuck!” she shook her head but Jay just winked at her and you could practically see her melt. 

The door opened and Will walked in. He looked from Jay to Fireball then to you. “Hey?” Jay grinned “William! I’m gonna go make sure my girl eats. Firecracker has like another fifteen minutes why don’t you see what her and Rhodes are doing?” you shot Jay a glare as he slung his arm around fireball and the two disappeared out the door.

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Will walked over, pulling a chair up to your other side, effectively sandwiching you between him and Connor. “What are you two doing?” “Looking for a new place” Connor answered over your head and Will eyed the tablet “Isn’t that a little extravagant, even for you?” “Firecracker liked it” Connor replied and you felt your face warm “Am I needed here or can you two argue without me?”

Will’s hand touched your back “Sorry, he just likes to throw his money around” Connor leaned over “Translation is that Will Halstead is the only person on earth to get pissed that I paid for him a new transmission” “I told you I had it” Will argued and Connor shrugged “Told you I don’t care” 

You looked from one to the other “Are you two using me to flirt with each other?” and they looked at each other then shook their heads “No” you laughed “Holy shit are you oblivious”  you cut your eyes at Connor “You have been flirting with him since you got here” then looked at Will “And Fireball and Jay both swear you say you hate him to hide the fact that you have a thing for him”

Both men started stumbling over their words so you stood up, shaking your heads “Tell ya what? You are both fucking gorgeous and doctors to boot? But I’m not gonna be a filter for your flirting. Figure out whatever this is” you waved a hand between them. “Then call me” then turned and walked out. 

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When you walked out you nearly knocked into the new nurse. “Woah there luv. Are you ok?” she asked, her accent making you smile despite your mood. “Yeah, I’m good” she eyed you “You’re the new member of Kev’s team aren’t ya?” you nodded and held your hand out. You told her your name then added “Everyone calls me Firecracker” she grinned “You can call me Fee. Nice to meet ya” 

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You had every intention to wait at Jay’s truck but him and Fireball were on a bench just outside the door and her eyes widened  when she saw you “Oh shit, I know that look” Jay cut his eyes at her “What look?” she kept your eyes “You told them to figure out their shit didn’t you?” 

You nodded “I could like them both, I really could but not until they figure out their crap. I’m a lot of things but not a damn filter” she laughed “Good for you” then looked back at Jay “Give me a kiss and get your ass back to work so I can too” 

Jay pressed a quick kiss to her lips “I love you” she smiled “I love you too. Be careful” then looked at you “Both of you” before heading back inside.

He looked back at you and grimaced “Mad at me?” you shook your head “No, let’s get back to work”

@desimarie12 @bonnyclydecat

[nicestgirlonline]

Tell me a little more about Hot to go?

Thank you for asking!! It's one of my fanfic for The Bear, my less angsty and sad one haha. It takes place starting in S1 and the reader is a new front of house cashier. She’s very sweet and bubbly, offsetting the stressful environment of the Beef. She fits in like a little sister type to most of the others. I pictured her as an unlucky in love gal, always having a bad boyfriend or going on lame Tinder dates and it burns Carmy up inside but he’s too introverted/trying to stay focused on work to say anything. Of course eventually the jealousy gets to a breaking point ;)

Here’s an unedited snippet from it!

Carmy heard the yelling in the dining room over the bustle of the kitchen but it seemed wrong. He wasn’t sure he had ever heard you yell before, now like that at least. If Richie wasn’t right in front of him, goofing off with Tina, giving him a headache, he’d assumed it was him up front. He heard a clattering of something on the floor and a loud

He burst through the door to the register, “Yo, what’s going on here?” He immediately took in the scene. The large, red in the face man who was screaming at you, while there were coins all over the counter and ground.

“You the manager? She’s got a fucking attitude problem, she is mouthing off to customers willy nilly.”

“Don’t talk to my employees like that. Are you going to order or are you going to leave?” He quickly slid in front of you at the register, making sure he was between you and Mr. Karen.

“What the fuck is this kind of place? Whatever happened to the customer comes first?”

“That only applies to non assholes. It's on the wall.” He pointed to a faded sign that said “no assholes” that hung over the men’s room.

“Now you’re giving me lip, small fry? First this bitch now --”

It all happened at once, Carmy leaping across the counter to shove Mr. Karen to the wall, the rest of the guests scattering and shrieking at the sudden violence. Richie finally decided to poke his head out, baseball bat in hand, ready as backup. You ducked beneath the counter as the two of them removed the man.

You heard the jingle of the door. Richie spoke to the rest of the customers, trying to lighten the mood and assure them everything was back in order. He gave you a nudge with his foot when he took his place behind the register again.

“Take a fifteen kid,” He said softly. “Yo, next customer. Step up, let’s keep it going -”

You slunk to the back, to the small place by the dumpster where you knew you could be completely alone. You’d never been so rattled at a job before. You were ashamed you lost your temper, ashamed of how scared you’d felt, and embarrassed that you had such little control you needed your boss to kick out a customer for you.

You sat with your head in your hands, trying desperately not to cry. You could cry when you got home.

“Hey uh, you good?” Carmy poked his head out, he had his hand in his hair, not really making eye contact.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine…are you ok? I’m really sorry about all of that. ” He let out a half chuckle, half sigh.

“It was nothing.”

“Richie grabbed a bat.” you pointed out. He rolled his eyes and took a seat on the curb next to you.

“So look, next time if a customer is giving you trouble and you can’t handle it, just come and get me ok?” He leaned in close to you, his big blue eyes sucking you in.

“I’m going to handle my shit I promise. I mean it, I can handle a rude customer. He just started to fly off the handle over nothing and I’m sorry I couldn’t de-escalate”

“Don’t apologize for customers. I know they’re mostly assholes.”

“He was right though.”

“Huh?”

“It is weird we have spaghetti on the menu.”

Carmy laughed. You started to laugh too.

“I do agree with that. I have no idea what Mikey was thinking with that one. Might have to take it off the menu, to keep my cashiers safe.” He grabbed a cigarette from his apron and offered you one. You shook your head. His mouth twisted for a moment, then he lit his own.

That was the first time he had ever brought up Mikey in front of you. You knew a little bit about the story, Mikey used to own the place before Carmy. Nobody really liked to bring it up and you weren’t looking to pry. You knew it was his brother.

The two of you sat in silence while Carmy smoked. You didn’t feel like crying anymore and you were grateful for that.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Imagine this for post jttw.

There's a really, really important festival coming up for FFM. Soemthing similar to Qingming, specifically to remember and celebrate those lost to the Great Burning and the War, and it's something that's SUPER stressful for Wukong because, well, he feels that he has to get this right no matter what! It was HIS foolishness that led to the War and the Burning, so the least he can do is try to make sure it's perfect for the monkeya who make a pilgrimage line to participate in the festival. Normally, he has Macaque there to keep him in check and help him out.

But this time, Macaque isn't there! He's still missing!

MK knows this is a very stressful time for his mom, especially since this is the first time he had to go through the ceremony and festival without his dad. He wants to help! He asks Pigsy for vacation time, about a week or two off so he can help his mom with preparations. This is the first time MK has ever asked for time off, he never asks for it off even when he gets hurt doing his Monkie Kid thing! So, of course, Pigsy is concerned and asks.

MK: It's just... there's this important festival going on up on the mountain soon, and it's really stressing Mom out. It's supposed to be a remembrance of those we've lost and the celebration of how our ancestral hone has healed from near destruction. Mom is trying to put it together all by himself since Dad is gone, and I'm worried about him, so I just want to help him out! Do my part as the Prince of Flower Fruit Mountain."

Of course, the group decided to get involved. Both because they don't want Wukong getting stressed out and also because they really wanna see the festival! When they head up the mountain, they find that MK was right to worry. Poor Wukong is a mess as he tries to juggle getting the bonfires ready, getting his ceremonial robes cleaned and refitted, writing a speech that isn't a rehash of what he did the last 100 years, dealing with his anxiety over said speech because of his stage fright, caring for the cubs and making sure they're not gonna cause chaos, figuring out travel routes for those who live away from the mountain, etc.

+a similar ask from @soniclozdplove;

Had to do some thinkings for this one;

Qingming is a Spring festival (April 4th this year), so I can imagine the "Memorial Day" for the Burning taking place between then and New Years.

Wukong has hosted the Memorial Day just fine in the previous years... but then again, Macaque was always at his side in those years. Without his mate beside him, Wukong starts feeling the pressure of organising such an important yearly event (not to mention him missing Mac so much he feels sick, but that could also just be pregnancy nausea).

MK has goofed around a lot in terms of his responsibilities as Prince - it comes with the casual nature of FFM. This year he wants to step up and help his mom with stuff he's worried about. Wukong tells MK he really doesn't have to, but is clearly delighted to have someone step in to help.

MK immediately runs to Mei, breathlessly explaining that he needs help organising the Memorial Festival since he has no idea what he's doing!

With a touch of her phone, Mei organises the crack team of party planners;

Mei: "Ok, what's Monkey King most worried about?" MK, counting off his fingers: "One, the festival tends to have bonfires on the beach that get doused at the end of the night to symbolise the fires on the mountain being quenched (mom really doesn't like fire). There's a lot of music and dancing involved." Mei, points to the line-up: "Red Boy! You're on pyrotechnics! I'll man the tunes! Jin and Yin will organise the dance floor!" Red, grumbling: "Stop calling me Red Boy." Jin & Yin: "Yea!" "We've helped out before!" "Course normally big brother supervised, but we can do it with our eyes closed!" MK: "Two; Transport for monkeys living on the mainland so that they can attend the festival." Sandy: "Oh I can do that! I ferry people across all the time!" MK: "Great! Next is someone to man the food stations. A lot of it is fresh fruit and vegetables, but there's normally a pot luck table with grills and soup pots going. Pigsy, can you pretty please help manage that?" Pigsy, determined look in his eyes: "If you insist." MK: "Fourth; Mom gets super nervous about the yearly speech he does to the subjects, so he'll need someone to help him out with that." Tang, hands shoots up: "OH OH! I can help! I do lectures and presentations all the time at work!" MK: "Ok, phew! That's a lot of the heavy work sorted out. The major one, and this is a doozy cus baba normally does it; someone to keep an eye on the cubs during the festival." Noodle Gang: (*look confusedly between themselves*) DBK, sudden booming voice: "I will be honoured to care for my xiandi's young for the durration of the Festival!" MK: "Wait, really? But aren't you nervous about people still being mad about the whole "Tried to Take Over the City"-thing?" DBK: "Boy, my wife and I tended to you in the years following your birth! Your parents were still busy rebuilding, and you were quite a troublemaker for someone not able to walk yet!" MK, embarrassed: "Guess that answers that question. Thank you guys." (*getting emotional*) Mei: "Aww, come here little monkey man." MK: (*gets group hugged*)

The day comes and... literally, almost everything doesn't go as planned.

Red Son misjudged the amount of fuel needed to start a bonfire and accidentally sets the whole beach alight before the party even starts. PIF (wind powers) and the others (extinguishers) help put it out, but the sand is noticibly scorched. Red insists on spending half the day trying to start bonfires "the old fashioned way" with flint, to avoid similar accidents. Red panics cus he's worried that his magic fire could trigger the monkeys who survived the Burning.

Sandy has to make multiple trips to and from the mainland to FFM, and hits a rough patch of rain as he's coming in. PIF sees the rain clouds ahead and uses her powers to blow them away for now. Hopefully that wont come back to bite them (lie). Each of are the Four Stalwarts arrive on different trips, and try their best to help out.

Mei is used to high-energy dance and rock music, and has no idea how to groove to the more traditional island tunes.

Multiple mishaps with Jin & Yin setting up the eating areas and dance floor. A few benches break cus the twins either got pinched by a crab or their feet stuck in a sand trap.

Pigsy managed to set a beautiful spread of fresh fruits and vegetables, and has the grills and cookers prepared. He is however, currently at war with the ungodly amount of pests attracted to the spread.

Tang is upfront with Wukong in helping him with his speech and the Monkey King is super grateful. Accidentally turns into an improv/therapy session as Wukong rambles to Tang about how he's feeling + the times previous festivals went badly. No actual speech prep ends up taking place.

DBK starts out fine with taking care of the cubs. But he's a complete pushover, especially towards his godcalves; the twins aptly nicknamed Rumble & Savage. The twins quickly have Uncle Bull allowing them to run off and fight eachother with weapons, and take food from Pigsy's table before the party even starts. PIF steps in to corral the misbehavior, but is distracted by little Luzhen running off and making hair clones of himself. Yuebei spends most of the initial drama asleep.

MK is supervising everything and is getting a little control-freaky. Calls up his clones to supervise different sectors of the party (Delivery for Food, Artist for Decor, Porty for music) and keeps running to and from characters to keep an eye on them.

All the guests arrive and things are going ok until- WHOOPS! The rain cloud PIF blew away came back with a vengance and turns into a tropical storm! PIF can't help rn either - Luzhen stole her fan and she's trying to catch him before he knocks over half the island.

The whole party has to be moved inside, much to the dismay of those who prepared it. Red's efforts in making the bonfires were for naught. Pigsy's beloved food spread has to be dismantled and moved inside. Mei's dj equipment nearly gets soaked. Jin & Yin nearly get lost in quicksand. MK's cloned went a bit haywire and have to be wrangled up.

Just as things look like they couldn't get any worse... the rain wakes up Yuebei. As she registers that she's wet and see can't see her Mama or Baba; an ungodly scream and two massive eye lazers shoot from her. DBK takes HP damage. All the babies/cubs attending the festival have to be rushed inside cus there's so much crying.

Wukong exits his office in the Stone Palace to see Water Curtain Cave packed to the gills with his subjects and freezes. He did not expect them all to be here now! Stage fright activated. Tang thankfully manages to encourage Wukong to take his place. The Stalwarts cheer for their little brother as he stammers through his few lines of well wishes and recap of the year. The room gets really quiet when he mentions the missing Warrior... The subjects take a moment to pray, not only for those lost all thoee centuries ago, but also those who could not be there that day.

The subjects then applaud not only their Kibg for his guidence, but MK and his friends for their effort! They all did wonderfully! To bring the decendants of the Pilgrims, and dear Brother Bull and Sister Iron Fan to them was an amazing feat! The praise is unprompted and MK, the Noodle gang, Jin & Yin, and the Bull family can't help but smile.

Rumble and Savage cut Uncle Bull and Auntie Iron Fab a break, and show that they used their portals to finally catch little Luzhen (fan included). The bull couple are immensely grateful and tired.

As the party officialy begins, within the walls of the caves rather tan the open beaches, Wukong brings his son aside to talk. Tipped off by four certain Stalwarts about the Prince and his friends' troubles organising everything;

Wukong: "Wait, you got all your friends, including my older siblings involved just to make sure I wasn't worried about the Festival?" MK, sheepish: "Yeah..." (*Wukong pulls MK in to a tight hug*) Wukong: "Thanks kiddo. But it's not the Festival itself I was worried about. I was just..." MK: "You really miss dad." Wukong, sadly: "I do. I really, really do. I haven't spent a holiday without him since before you were born. It's just with the Memorial Festival, I just kept thinking back to him. How he'd help me proofread my speech. How he'd direct plays for the subjects. How he'd keep your or your siblings in line so you wouldn't cause Havoc..." (*turns head away and sniffs*) Wukong, crying lightly: "You're so much like me and your dad, bud. I bet he would have loved to see your first planned Festival." MK: "Thanks mama." (*hugs back more*) Wukong, wiping his tears: "OK! Enough weeping! There's a whole festival to celebrate out there! Plus, we have to make sure the cubs haven't broken your Aunt and Uncle." MK: "I doubt it." (*Meanwhile with the Bull couple and the cubs*) DBK & PIF: (*covered in laser burns and bits of fruit as the four younger cubs + MK's clones sleep in a baby pile*) PIF, whispering: "And I thought our little firelily was a handful." DBK, happy but exhausted: "They are certainly Brother Wukong's children." PIF: "The playfulness, yes. But using shadow portals to toss fruit at each other from multiple dimensions? Using hair clones to steal my fan? That's Macaque."

Realms away; Macaque allows tears to fall to as his ears pick up what joyfull celebration he's missing. But he needs to ensure there's a way LBD doesn't make this Memorial Festival their last...

[blizzardheart12]

Descendants headcanon/theory || Hades

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Theory: Hades was trapped in a mortal form BEFORE the creation of the Isle of the Lost

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In the first Isle of the Lost novel, Mal’s dad was only mentioned once and referred to as a “pathetic, soft human” or something of the like. It’s clear now that this description was placed there intentionally to throw readers off so that the big Hades reveal would come as a complete shock to everyone once Descendants 3 was released, but given the fact that Mal supposedly knew who her real father was the whole time, what if that detail wasn’t totally inaccurate after all and Maleficent hadn’t really been lying?

If you’re familiar with Rick Riordan’s books, you’ll know that in the Percy Jackson series, the god Dionysus was punished by Zeus for flirting with a nymph and was forced to spend a century as a head counselor for Camp Half-Blood, and he wasn’t allowed to consume any alcohol during that time. And then in the Trials of Apollo series, the god Apollo was turned into a mortal teenager as a punishment and had to earn back his godly form by completing a series of difficult tasks. My theory is that Hades simply screwed up just like the other gods and had to put in his time in order to earn back his true form, albeit not completely without magic. He is still one of the “Big Three,” after all.

(Also, it tickles me how much he acted like Mr. D in D4. “Yeah, someone should help her.” What a goof lol)

This is why we see him as a teenager in Rise of Red and then as a grown man in Descendants 3, because his punishment was probably that he had to start out as a kid and then age like a normal human being. The other theory is that he still had the ability to change his appearance and used it to disguise himself as a teenage boy, where it wore off the second he got stuck on the Isle. I prefer the former theory— it’s kind of cute to imagine him growing up alongside his friends, and perhaps that was part of whatever lesson Zeus was trying to teach him about life or something. That’s why I mentioned Dionysus’s prohibition earlier, because just as that punishment temporarily forced him not to indulge in his own abilities, Hades’ punishment did the same thing. The former had to be sober, and the latter had to leave the shadows and live a life. Who knows? It would make a hell of a good story.

It just so happens that during this little time-out of his, Hades decided to attend Merlin Academy— or perhaps Zeus forced him to do that too— where he met and fell in love with Maleficent and then later on got himself imprisoned on the Isle with no real power to stop that from happening (I’m sure his brothers got a real kick out of that). Then of course, Mal was born, so that punishment definitely had some upsides. I’m fairly certain that Hades’ godly punishment ended (or got cut short) just after the Isle’s barrier came down. Maybe Zeus wanted to see Hades become a good dad or something, which is a little ironic, but whatever.

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Anyway, that’s my theory! My only defense as to why I referenced Percy Jackson so much is because the series is also published by Disney, so it could technically be canon, at least in some aspects. Let me know what you think! Also I’d love to hear other people’s ideas as to how Hades got himself punished in the first place.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Father Figure Snape To Fred And George Weasley Snippets

Snape originally hated the twins, with a passion. Seeing nothing but James in them. These pair of students who wanted to cause chaos and destruction. That goofed around, were Casanovas, and over all a burden to him

But as time went on, he started to see alot more Lilly in them. He noticed them be there for the younger kids. Making rules on who to prank and who to not prank. They even apologized when a joke went too far. They had a moral code, and a clear passion for potions. They weren’t James, and they weren’t Lily either. They were their own beings, and he admired it

He had to keep up his scary aesthetic, for a number of reasons, so he tried to hide his fatherly affection from public eye. But he would slip up, now and again. And it was REALLY noticeable during Umbridges time. Given she was out for blood at the twins

Rumor has it that he was the one to even unlock the closet that had their brooms in, when she took them away from the twins, so that they could make their grand escape from school. There is no proof, besides some strange slashes at the lock on the closet. As if someone made multiple slashes.

Don’t lie. Molly is a good mom, but was verbally abusive. Especially at the twins. One of his ways to show his fatherly affection was that no matter what, he never raised his voice at them. Even when in class. When he had to yell, he made sure to make it clear it was either at a certain person or the class as a whole. So the twins didn’t have to be scared

When Snape passed on, that’s when the twins could be open about his affection. Knowing he wouldn’t be at risk of any punishment for it. They named him after muggle candy they make even, to let him have pride in his muggle blood. Along with other cute things. Like named his favorite flavor after him. Much like how they sold muggle things, in honor of their dad, they would even make mini potion kits for the honor of Snape

Snape 100% would talk to the twins about muggle things, and it was mentally healing for him. These two red heads that were so fascinated by muggle things, and ready to hear him about it. He’s able to see hope for the first time in a long while. To heal. To have some pride in his muggle blood, and comfort in the fact he had these pranksters genuinely be super invested

He even went as far as to be involved in pranks with the twins. Especially at Umbridge. It was healing to be part of the making of pranks, and even didn’t mind when the twins pranked him. Because the twins respected his trauma, and never did anything super extreme. Like they normally would. Silly things, like muggle pranks. Like invisible ink, and rather harmless jokes. Snape never got hurt by them, and it was comforting to know he could be treated normal like that. Normal, and with out pain

Snape so taught them how to perform muggle pranks, and no wizard was able to escape them. Given it’s a muggle thing, so they had no way to know what to expect. Made Snape hold pride in his half blood

Snape is able to be a little more sane, all because of the twins, and he makes sure that it’s known when he passes. That the twins are in his will, and inherited his things. Spinners End would end up becoming like a muggle summer home. That it’s now a home for joy, for the next bundle of Weasley kids, compared to pain that his family had. There was love in that house

It becomes a good safe haven, for George, when he needs to process Fred’s death. Which is very important for him. Somewhere different, but still familiar at the same time. Just away from it all. Somewhere safe, and in the muggle world. Away from anything that reminded him of Fred, but still a comfort of someone familiar. The man that helped raise them

Snape, in general, was a dad to all the Slytherin’s. Duh. So it catches the dorm off guard at seeing the twins inside now and again. When a party isn’t being thrown

Father figure Snape to Fred and George is my blood fuel. Thank you. One of the few students to ever get perfect grades in potion class, while still being goofballs

Probably one of the last few things Snape did, before the Dumbledore Moment was go to the Weasley Shop. To tell them in person he was proud, and maybe even show support in buying something. The twins, unaware, that these were the final acts of a dying man

George would also tell Daniel how much he reminded him of Snape, and that it wasn’t a bad thing. Happily sharing with him those special moments with the newest potion master to be

Snape was there for the moments Molly couldn’t, and uh. Yeah. That’s the post. Fight me. Father Snape

[pastelwoolfie]

obligatory tf one thoughts

SPOILERS!

i saw it a week back or so but hrrrr. hrrr my little heart.

first things first: bee. bee my fucking beloved. oh my god he’s so goofy and i love him and that moment where elita has to hold him back as orion falls into the well UGH MY GAY LITTLE HEART he’s so child coded. like i love him. so much.

elita wasn’t my favourite thing in the world but ya know what? she had her guns, she stuck to em, and her voice actor killed it. so. also fun to see her beat the shit outta people that’s always fun lol

loved the jazz and the arcee screentime. wanted more. feed me more.

SENTINEL. PRIME. MOTHERFUCKING SHITBALLS MAN. he’s so cocky and pompous and performative and flashy and cowardly and and and RAGHHH I LOVE IT. he’s SUCH AN ASS and he is SO HATEABLE but also?? fucking?? goofy aaa mf?? like. his design is KILLER btw i love it so much and i love him?? but i also hate him cause WHAT. THE FUCK.

the thing with the 13 primes is expected. i saw that coming.

i was not equipped. in any way, shape, or form, for the torture scene. i’m calling it the torture scene. because that’s what it was. d-16 with the megatronus sticker? adorable. in love with that, actually. so cute. see, i was under the impression d-q6 gave HIMSELF the engraving, ya know, to show his passion for the new decepticon cause before it got bigger/gained funds etc etc, it made sense in my head.

but SENTINEL doing it to him?? i was. i was flabbergasted. BEYOND disturbed and horrified. like i needed a hit couple minutes to regain my bearings after that one ngl.

the other thing that made me short circuit was d-16’s eyes. see, and this was just an expectation on my part, i was under the impression that his optics gradually got darker and darker. like, the further he strayed from peace and the more he fell into violence, the angrier he got, the darker his optics got. having it be a blink and then bam? red?

oh. i was not equipped. i was not equipped for any of that scene AT ALL. girlies i cried. a lot.

another d-16 ramble? his. his fucking monologue. about wanting to murk sentinel. case a) baby same b) what the fuck and c) that emotion. that visceral, raw hatred spat out as a confession oh my god in that moment i went ‘oh no this movie isn’t for kids. i’m gonna get emotional damage’ and then i did. phenomenal acting.

love the high guard, shockwave so silly. soundwave so goofy. love them. love the whole ‘he wouldn’t stop talking’ bit much goof. such potential for ANGST i love.

starscream’s voice caught me off guard but some of them moves he pulled were badass as fuck and it’s kinda cool to see him ‘rank’ higher than d-16/megatron legitimately in a way. but. that fight. i’m. like i enjoy megastar as much as the next person but. ‘HARDER’??? i know in every continuity megatron beats up starscream at LEAST once, i get that, but the homoeroticism is meant to STAY AS FANNON

i don’t fuck w/arachnid’s design cause 💀 her legs 💀 but the eyes are awesome!! loved her anyways

still can’t fully see optimus being played by chris hemsworth but eh 🤷 what can a gal do

[skyward-floored]

soooo what are the knights like? how do they take Certain Events? 👀 (Lost)

- hero-of-the-wolf

@hero-of-the-wolf

I’m still working some of that out, but—

Sir Rowan is closest to age in Link, though he’s still several years older than him. He’s got red hair, keeps it fairly long, and is something of a goof. He got stuck with the nickname Buckle because of the time he got the buckles on his horse mixed up and slipped right off of her, saddle and all (in front of a lot of people).

Sir (Commander I guess?) Keelan is the First Knight, has been ever since Link’s father was forced into retirement. He’s a bit of a neat freak, but he’s got a level head, and is good at leading the others (and keeping them in line when necessary). His skill with a blade is on-par with Link’s.

Sir Trellon is the oldest of the knights, he’s sort of second in command due to his experience on the field. He’s slowing down a little bit, but he’s still fit enough to fight. He’s also got a lot of knowledge in regards to horses, and is the one to go to if their mounts are having any troubles.

Sir Aryt is something of a grouch, he rarely smiles and often comes across as being cold. He knows how to work on a team though, and despite being snippy (especially towards Rowan, that boy drives him crazy) he’s got a good heart. ...Wayyyy down under there.

Sir Garod is BIG AND TALL and he’s got a hint of Gerudo somewhere in his ancestry, just enough to give him a bit of red in his hair and a lot of height. He’s a little imposing, but he’s a really nice guy, loves kids. Really skilled with dual blades, but he usually sticks to one. He’s old friends with Link’s father, and Link has memories of getting piggyback rides from him when he was little.

And there’s Link of course, who’s the youngest of the group, but arguably the most skilled. He’s always been a prodigy with the blade, but at (barely) 18, he’s the youngest to ever be given the title of knight. He’s the quietest of them all, always had trouble making friends, and is having a little trouble slotting into the group. He’s getting there though.

And as for what the knights all think of... everything? BAD.

Link grew up around most of these men, they’ve either trained with him or known him since he was a baby, and they’re all at least friendly with his father if not good friends. Link has always been a little bad at socializing, but he also doesn’t. Realize people care about him lol.

So when he’s gone and then suddenly violently attacking them it’s noooo fun for anyone. Rowan especially, since he’s hurt and thinks everyone else is dead and has to just watch Link tear around and do stuff he knows he wouldn’t willingly do. Yeah.

And then afterwards... okay admittedly I’m still entertaining the possibility of the corrupted guys not, *ahem* making it, so to speak, so that kind of depends on whether I kill them off or not sdhdbdbhdgsb. But if they do all live it’s more support for Lost, yay XD even though they also probably need therapy. Or whatever.

And like I said I’m still editing stuff so this is subject to some changes, but these are the main vibes I’m going for? Basically. Yeah.