#he already died once and i bet it was because he didn't have a cat /j

[localcryptic]

torn between "i need to draw my ocs at their lowest moments, suffering in agony, covered in blood, etc" and "i should draw my ocs in their dream home surrounded by loved ones and petting a cat"

[apocalypseornaw]

Fighting Hurts

Follow up to Love is a Fight

Set in my Always be Yours verse

Yall it's angst just be warned

Requested by @cat-lockwood

Weeks had passed since you left the bunker. The memory of the tears in Dean's eyes as you begged him to let you go tortured you. You knew it was best for you both, he'd be distracted with you there and christ chances were you'd probably end up well and truly dead before Amara ended her rampage but what choice did you have besides to go down swinging?

The cabin you were staying in was one Bobby had won off Rufus in a bet way back when. It was sturdy and didn't leak, plus it had electricy ran to it which was a plus considering most of Rufus' cabins didn't. The warding was painted onto every inch of the interior. It'd taken you the better part of a day.

You hated admitting you were scared but this time you were. You were alone, cut off from everyone you knew in fear that should Amara come after you it would put anyone else in her sights. You wouldn't answer any of Deans or Sam's calls. You knew if you even heard Dean's voice your resolve would break.

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After some consideration and a whole lot of literal cabin fever you decided a simple case wouldn't hurt. You ended up finding what looked like a simple salt and burn so you headed out on it, what was the worst that could happen?

Dean was losing his mind. Since you'd left Lucifer had possessed Cas and Chuck had revealed himself to be God. Chuck was willing to assist them against Amara, he wanted nothing more than to see her dead or at least caged back up then maybe you'd come home. You'd some home blocked your phone to the point that it would ring but Sam couldn't track you and damn your connections with the covens littered around the states you were warded to the point Chuck couldn't find you.

He was scared that the truth was something had happened to you, you were gone and had died thinking he'd pick anyone over you.

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He watched the numbers flash by on the laptop in front of him "Cmon Amara. Where the hell are you?" "Hello Dean" he looked up to see her at the end of the table much the same way she'd been those weeks ago that drove you out of his arms.

She smiled "I missed you. It's been a while since we've spoken. I'm aware my brother has resurfaced. If he should reach out to you, he should that Lucifer his favorite isn't doing so well" before Dean could ask what she meant she waved her hand showing a tortured Cas or his vessel at least. "Say nothing of your friend Castiel"

There were burns over most of his face and he looked like he was barely hanging on. The image of Cas disappeared but Amara continued to speak "By ignoring me my brother is allowing this to happen along other things that should perk yours and Sam's interest"

She waved her hand again and an image of you appeared. You couldn't even stand like Cas could. You were curled into your self, the shirt you wore he recognized as one you took from his drawer. It was ripped down the spine and he could see what looked like bone sticking free from your skin "I must say Y/N is strong for a human. I can almost see your attraction to her" Dean was on his feet the moment the image of you disappeared "Let her go"

Amara smiled "My brother simply needs to come out of hiding and I may end her suffering"

You felt your body tense just from hearing Amara's voice "Oh Lucifer she isn't dead is she?" You pushed yourself up to lean against Lucifer's legs, the fact that he was wearing Cas as a vessel gave you comfort because you could almost imagine it was Cas.

Lucifer looked down at you weakly "This one? I've already killed her once and it didn't stick" Amara laughed wickedly "She is something isn't she? Drew the attention of not one but two Winchesters"

Lucifer looked at you again as Amara continued "Oh yes she betrayed Dean, with his brother and yet assumes he'd ever chose her over me" you felt tears hit your eyes but Lucifer moved his leg to get your attention and shook his head. Unfortunately Amara noticed. "Tsk tsk tsk. Can't have you two bonding" with that she used her powers to electrocute Lucifer as you felt her shadows dig into your back again. Your screams mixed with his, echoing in the silo.

Working with Metatron, being Amara bait..anything Dean was getting you back.

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You were barely conscious, focusing on your breathing. You knew you wouldn't die, you'd gotten close over the last few days but Amara would heal you to start to process again. She'd finally left after rubbing salt into your wounds that Dean had called out to her.

You laid next to where Lucifer was tied, knowing it was useless to try to run. A familiar sound hit your ears and you told yourself you were imagining it but as it got closer you realized you weren't. That was the impala.

"Y/N!" You heard Sam's voice and flinched away from it. How could you face him or Dean? Amara was right, you were poison to the Winchesters. You'd nearly caused one brother to kill the other. You felt his hands on your face and started to sob "Please don't touch me. Just let die"

You could hear Metatron reciting incantations to free you and Lucifer but couldn't summon the energy to ask "Take him Sam. He can help get rid of her" Sam had you up in his arms the moment he could and was carrying you to the impala "GET HIM FREE METATRON. I'LL COME BACK FOR HIM"

Sam laid you down gently on the backseat, carefully of the areas that made you whimper in pain "It's gonna be ok Y/N. I promise" he pulled his jacket off to lay over you then ran back into the silo.

A few moments later the older guy who'd been with Sam and Metatron jumped in next to you and Sam squealed tires leaving with Lucifer in the front seat next to him.

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You must have passed out because Sam slamming on brakes brought you back around to see Amara standing in the road. "Sam" you called weakly, knowing the four of you had no chance against her.

Sam threw the impala into reverse but Amara stopped it. "You really aren't worth sparing. None of you" she leaned her head back and you knew this was it. You closed your eyes, feelings tears slip down your face. "We're gonna die" was the only thought that went through your head when suddenly the impala slammed down in...the bunker?

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"What happened?" The older guy hollered. Sam cut his eyes at Lucifer then climbed out to help you but you pushed his hands away despite barely being able to stand on your own.

You slowly followed him and Lucifer up the stairs to find Chuck in the war room. You were leaning heavily against the wall as Chuck said "Occasionally I do answer a prayer" so Chuck was God.

He looked from Lucifer to you before snapping his fingers. You took a deep breath, no longer in physical pain. You had no clue what was going on or where Dean was but you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you and the next thing you knew the room went dark.

"What the hell do you mean she passed out? Didn't you heal her?" Dean asked Chuck in nearly a growl. He'd gotten back to the bunker to news you'd barely been alive, was healed then passed out. Sam was in the infirmary with you on the phone with Rowena as to what could bring you around.

"I healed her physical wounds Dean. Amara tortured her, strong or not Y/N is human" Dean pushed past him and headed for the infirmary.

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Sam had Rowena on speaker as he sat at your bedside. Rowena didn't even like Crowley, her own son but for you? She'd dropped what she was doing to find a spell to help and was doing it. The moment she was done you started to stir "It worked Rowena. She's coming around" "Well of course it did Samuel. Now if the poor dear needs a way out of that mad house tell her to call me" with that she hung up.

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You felt like you were drowning, the way waves would let you come up for air only to shove you down again. You could feel something pulling you out but didn't know what until you recognized the accent. Rowena. You held onto her voice with everything you had until your eyes opened to the bright fluorescents in the infirmary.

You could hear voices. First Rowena and Sam then Dean's voice joined. You couldn't focus. You just laid there trying to breathe. What had Amara done to you?

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Dean stopped at the door of the infirmary the moment he saw your still form. "Sam?" He called rooted to the spot. He couldn't see you dead, he wasn't strong enough to lose you..

"She's alive Dean. Amara just damaged her psyche, she blocked her aura according to Rowena. She's conscious but not really alert" Dean felt a weight lift from his chest. You were alive.

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He crossed the few steps to the bed and gently touched your hand "Sweetheart?" Your eyelids fluttered before they slowly opened. As they did you snatched your hand away from him "Dean?"

He tried not to show the hurt he felt at you pulling away. "You're home Y/N... its gonna be ok" He attempted a smile but you started to cry "I can't Dean. Not right now. I love you but please you and Sam just give me some space"

He could feel his heart shatter but he nodded "Of course. If you need anything just holler ok?" You nodded, nearly hyperventilating from the tears. He wanted nothing more than to hold you but knew that would make it worse. "I love you" he whispered before Sam nearly pulled him from the room.

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Dean walked into the war room, feeling as if his feet weighed a hundred pounds a piece. You were so damn broken and why? Because you loved him. "Dean?" Sam asked, touching his shoulder but he tensed up "Not now Sammy. Not now"

[fanaticsnail]

Snail I missed yewwwww

Got caught up with life and didn't have the energy or time to write and read but now I'm more free I'm gonna read through everything so prepare yourself for the onslaught.

Anyway, been thinking about the use of nicknames and terms of endearment in Sapsorrow so have my take on the collection of all Mihawk and Governess' nicknames for each other;

Chapter 1:

"Governess" - formal, respectful of the title she has worked for, as we know later in the story he does respect the work she put into it and her herself

"Warlord" - Distanced. Reduces him to a persona and showing she doesn't know anything beyond his surface

"Lord Dracule" - professional, formal, respectful in some instances but with enough distance to also allow slight reproach and disrespect depending on tone and context without compromising her professionality

The use of "my" in front of their nicknames for each other as they grow closer, no longer designating each other as their titles/roles but rather their inescapable existence in each other lives.

"My Lord" - formal, respectful, but distanced. She is keeping it professional. (Bonus for the times she uses it snarkily and he dies inside like a cat left out in the rain with no dinner)

"Sir" - again, professional

"My Lady" - spoken when he's alone because he's not yet ready to admit it otherwise. Already calling her by the title she will inherit when they marry, despite not knowing if he can fulfill the task, some wishful thinking, perhaps driven by survival, or a Freudian slip.

Chapter 2:

"My betrothed" - simmering tension, still some professional separation and even resentment. This is a status, not a promise or relationship.

"My beloved" - Freudian slip!!!!! The start of the end!!! He is, I am afraid, doomed.

"My love" - I love 'my love' as a term of endearment bc it has nuanced meaning, my love - my love that is mine. My love - my lover, my lovely, the one I love that I claim as my own. My love - the love I have, have had, and could have, for anything and everything, the act of loving is so instrinsically affected by your existence that you shape how I love and I cannot separate the two. You are the reason I love, the love I give and the love I take. My love - my love I give to you. My love - my love given to me by you. I look for my definition of love and I see you.

Chapter 3:

"My lady" - putting this here as well, because he specifically says it more often as the Farm-hand. Seeing as servants and her wards would have to refer to her as such it makes sense but I also believe a part of Mihawk relished in finally getting to call her that so freely to her face. A hopeful glimpse into what the future might be like once she is the lady or Kuraigana. His lady of Kuraigana. The lady to his lord.

"Farm-hand" - Mihawk's bet at trying to get her to be more casual and at ease, both around him and in the castle. He so desperately wants her to be comfortable and have a friend and confidant that isn't the betrothed she was forced into, or the wards who she has a professional courtesy to maintain formality with. His first gift to her before the dresses is that she doesn't have to stretch herself with her typical formality and professionalism, knowing that she's in a strange situation and deserves to be able to feel those emotions and not do so alone.

"Lost-Lady" - Mihawk deigns her with a name that shows some more fondness and familiarity than his own. Keeping an epithet of his usual 'my lady' in there, and referencing their first carefree interaction, the first time she's felt carefree to speak to him. Calling her 'lost' also has a double meaning and shows he knows her deeper than they both realize, and recognizes the feelings she might be having and wants to acknowledge them, to show her it's okay, to hold her hand through the darkness. Including something about her that is just theirs - not the facade she keeps up, not the professional and fraught relationship between them, but the first part of her she shows to him willingly, something he gleams beyond her resume or reputation or what she's presented to him. Her gift to him is this first part of her she lets him see. It's also the first time he gets to show her this version of himself, being more playful and carefree in teasing her

The names represent the first step in their relationship, a fresh start for them to get to know each other with a clean slate and without the burden of their forced proximity.

Chapter 4:

"My bride" - spoken of with protectiveness and possessiveness to Sir Crocodile, and then as an olive branch (forgive the thematic pun) to his darling, trying to find an alternative she might like as well as hint to his feelings

"My friend" - perhaps more intimate? An equal footing. From Mihawk's perspective a promise that he will not let her be alone in this, on this island, in this marriage, in this scary scenario they face that she didn't sign up for. From Governess' perspective a reassurance that even in the event this turns out bad she knows she has someone beside her.

Chapter 5:

"Intended"

"My beau"

I just love how much they grow into being open with their expressions of love, especially because by the time Sapsorrow does try to interfere by undermining the relationship and attacking Governess' insecurities, they've established a much stronger bond that is more openly loving, even if they still remain angsty and repressed. The way you write it you can feel the relief and joy they get from being able to call eachother such, charged as the atmosphere may be it is a comfort that rolls off the tongue with ease.

"Beloved" - a change from my beloved, specifically saying that they are each beloved. An adjective. And of course, the implication that one is beloved contains an admission of loving, because how else would you be so sure?

Chapter 6:

Some more of "my bride" - this time spoken with relief at finally getting to say it

"My darling" - after finding out Mihawk is the farmhand Governess slips and calls Farmhand her darling bc they are the same, they've built a basis of friendship and Governess now recognises Mihawk's true person through Farmhand without

"He yearned for this deceit to flee from his form. No longer desiring to adorn this shield and to be the man beneath this amassment of muck for you; he wanted so desperately to cast aside titles and just truly be yours." - HE WANTS TO BE HERS!!!! It ties into the nicknames and especially the "my ___"!!! He doesn't care for titles except those gifted to him out of love for who he truly is instead of his accomplishments and facades

"My love" - again, love this nickname. Used when expressing concern for Governess

Reflecting on their chosen nicknames:

“I never thought of you as a lady who was ever lost, I had always thought of you as a woman who commanded every space she found herself within. Even as a man far more advanced in his years, I had always seen you as a woman who could have the mighty fall to their knees- much as you had me do this morning.” 

Also calling each other "my beloved-Farm Hand" and "my Lost-Lady" - letting go of the facade and accepting that their moments together were exactly that - theirs

Chapter 7:

The use of "my" in their nicknames takes on a new context as both the governess admitted in chapter 4 "I have always felt the need for control. There were so many, many things outside of my control. I wanted to make a life for myself, a life that was mine.” and Sapsorrow admits she wanted "a love that was truly mine"

"My groom"

"My beloved wife"

"My darling"

"Your devoted husband" - a promise of their matrimony. That they would overcome Sapsorrows curse. A promise that he would devote himself as a husband. A promise that he would be hers. And, since this is the first time their terms of endearment have referred to themselves instead of the other it highlights what they want to be seen as by the other. He wants to be her devoted husband.

"Your love" - Sapsorrow tells the governess to enjoy her time with her love, referring to Mihawk and the literal sense of her (their) love she feels

"Your swordsman"

"Your husband"

"My wife" - Awe-filled and thankful, as if he can't believe it

"Lady Dracule" - the Governess' realization at her new title as well as Mihawk speaking it

"I am yours, just as you are mine." & “I love you, my wife. I am yours, and you are mine, for as long as we both shall live. And for whatever comes next.” 

"My heart."... Although his anger never left, the small twitch of his lip and hitch in his breath indicated his pleasure of receiving such a high honor of that title. 

Snail... I missed you so much. Having your ask slide on in has me like:

I mourned your absence so, so much in my notifications. I am glad you've dedicated your time to life and school, and now you've got some time for recreational reading and writing. Ever since you chucked in that Buggy drabble, I have been thinking very unhinged thoughts about the clown again.

I would love to inform you that I will be writing Sapsorrow tonight. No more distractions, no more putting it off. I have the wine, I have the motivation, and I have the playlist. It's coming, and you have come through at just the most perfect time - as usual. I love you.

I am giggling so much that you've noticed the development in their names for one another. Their walls are crumbling down and they finally give into what their hearts are feeling for one another. They are now husband and wife, and I am loving writing their dynamic in this light.

As always, I adore you sweet snail. Welcome back, you've been missed 🥹😘😘😘

[sebwritesstories]

Eulogy to Charlie Boy

My dog died.

His name was Charlie, and he had just turned 8 on June 20.

I remember the day we met him, the last day of July, my sister and I not wanting to do anything else except lay on the couch, thinking that nothing would remove us from it.. My dad suddenly hollered, "WHO WANTS TO GO SEE SOME PUPPIES," ridding us of our tiredness as we both rushed to get ready.

A family was selling a litter of cream colored labrador puppies, each with their own ribbon collars and monikers to match. Ms. Purple and Ms. Stripe were playing in the plants, Mr. Brown and Mr. Blue were tussling near their grandmother, and rotund Mr. Green was sitting next to the plastic lawn chair, watching everyone, doing nothing except observe.

It was then that my dad explained that we were picking out a puppy to take home, once they were old enough. My sister and I were thrilled, my mom less so. Because of this, we gave here the choice to pick the pup we were taking.

Droopy loopy Mr. Green was her choice, having a calm and easygoing disposition, and the most adorable grunt when picked up. As we were driving home, we debated on what the name should be for him, when my mother stated how square his head was.

"Yeah, like a blockhead", my sister stated.

At that moment, we all shouted "CHARLIE", and he remained so (unless calling him Baby Boy, Tontito, or Hermoso Precioso).

One of the times I took him walking when he was still able to cradle him in my arms, I was tired, and my mom and sister needed to go inside the library. As I kept an eye on the pupper, I eyed a bench and headed towards it. While it was empty and in the shade, the floor was covered in cigarette butts. I immediately scooped him up, and he just sat in my arms all content like. It was oddly calming, knowing he didn't mind.

He wasn't always a sweetheart, and at times, he was a smart ass. He wasn't allowed upstairs, yet would run up the stairs and sit on the top step. Unmovable. Until my mom tried to record him and he promptly gallomphed down the stairs. Smart ass.

Or when he would run off into the wilderness, and I would have to ho after him so he didn't get lost (or worse).

But I loved him all the same. A gentle soul, who would befriend any creature. He would stare at the birds that pecked if front of him resting place, and was gentle with our chickens (he would let them peck on his drooly tongue and take dirt baths with him).

Even when we moved to my grandparents place, he befriended their dogs (who were difficult to get along with) and found a comfortable place on the back porch to rest in. A place where he last rest in.

Months ago, he was bitten by a rattlesnake, landing him in emergency care. While the venom didn't kill him then, it did deteriorate his heart and liver conditions. The vet said it would take a couple of years off his life, and may lead to a heart attack eventually.

I knew this. They told me this to my face. But I was betting on him living to a ripe old age of 15 at least, in our shiny new home, comfortable on a fluffy bed watching his new cat brothers (David and Bowie) play, and maybe join him as he watched the birds outside.

I wanted him to see me as a stable adult, someone who had their life sorted out, and could carry everyone I ever loved, even though that would changed the fact that he thought the world of me anyway.

He died of either a heartattack or a stroke somewhere in the middle of Sunday night and Monday morning.

My dad found him laying on the porch, and tried to wake him up from his slumber.

My sister witnessed him being carried onto the truck, looking asleep with white gums lining his mouth and being buried on the plot of our future home.

My mom got the call once she and I had already arrived to work, and I witnessed her burst into tears.

I didn't know what to do. I thought it was a cruel joke. Once we got home, we could laugh over some spicy shrimp pasta and ice cream, and enjoy it on the porch with him.

I didn't know what to do. So I went to work. I smiled, though everyone knew I was mourning and gave condolences.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to find him gone. I didn't want to find him gone or feel the weight of my heart. I didn't want to become a sobbing mess, understanding that nothing would be okay again.

But somehow, it was. My family ate some spicy shrimp pasta with an ice cream dessert, and we never looked outside.

I understood his death was not a painful one, else he would be compelled to run away. I knew about death. I'm not a little kid that needed to be told about him being sent to a farm or to a "better place".

But I know he went there. He died in his dreams after all. He will continue to be a beautiful dreamer.

I betted all my hopes on him that he would live longer than this, and he didn't. I lost with him.

I should have laid beside him, at least enjoyed his last day with him.

The only thing I can do is find peace in my own life.

Once I lived it, good and long, I'll find him lying besides me, and we can be at peace e together.

I know he's waiting now. My Charlie boy.

[shinsmarlboro]

Shinichiro headcanons because I can't get this man out of my head, help.

TAGS: SFW && gender neutral reader.

i feel like he's genetically skinny (is this a weird hc lol?), i feel like he doesn't work out too much or maybe he'd just work on his core if he ever chooses to work out. (baby couldn't care less about working on his arms, they're already kind of toned anyways.)

he definitely has a few faint scars on his tummy, he's quite proud of them actually. 'battle scars.' he calls them. (even though he just got them from getting his ass handed to him.)

this man would wrap his legs around you in such a way that it'll be difficult for you to break free. good luck using the bathroom.

his eyes function like a cat istg, they get dilated if you should scare him or if he's anxious but expand when he sees you or is just excited in general.

this man's morning voice is deep and raspy. his voice is already deep and soft BUT LORD, his voice after waking up is just 👌🏿, he doesn't understand why you like it so much,.but he indulges in teasing you about it.

he's the type to glance at your lips occasionally while you're talking to him about something.

he's actually quite patient it's crazy. (that doesn't mean you test his waters until he blows a fuse.)

he gets jealous quite easily when he sees you talking to other men. you have to remind him that you're all his and nothing would change that. <3

definitely touch starved. simply running your fingers against his chest would have that man on cloud nine.

whenever his breath reeks of cigarettes and you point it out either verbally or non verbally, he'd get really embarrassed and offended then act all pouty.

can NOT cook for shit, he tried it once after he time leaped back to the past (even in the original timeline before manjiro died, all he ate was instant foods like noodles.) so he could spend more time with emma since he didn't have the opportunity to do so in the original timeline but instead got scolded by emma and got a glimpse of her smile at his clumsy actions.

if you're foreign and you pronounce a word wrong, he'd jokingly tease you about it (only if you don't mind, he wouldn't want to hurt your feelings.)

likes listening to your favorite songs even though they might not be in japanese, he blushes and thinks about you while listening to them (might even look up the lyrics. )

LOVES when you wear his white tees. (bonus points if you're not wearing anything but panties or boxers underneath.)

(shinwaka headcanon) wakasa is quite protective over shinichiro, he would tell you to be careful with shin as you're his first love.

if he has to babysit the akashi siblings when he was supposed to go out with you and you offer to help him out, shin will simply pass away. he would watch you play with those two cuties. senju absolutely adores you and haru's a little shy baby around you trying not to be too reckless so you don't scold him (baby would tear up if you scold him because he hates it, i mean it's bad enough his big bro scolds him and now you too? :( )

when shinichiro introduced you to his siblings, mikey had successfully embarrassed him by asking you constantly if you were being held hostage by him or if you had a bet with a friend to date him or something like that. but in reality, he's curious to know you who shinichiro would not stop gushing about and wants to know if you're good enough for his big bro. emma on the other hand, would just observe you from behind mikey or shinichiro for a while. when shin tells her to introduce herself to you, she just stares at you, before doing so meekly. if she likes you, she'd greet you with a vibrant "y/n!!" and address you like a younger sister would to her big sister/brother as well as a hug around your legs.

if you're a fashion icon, you bet your sweet ass that your love-struck boyfriend will take pictures of your ootd for your social media or just to bless his phone with your captivating beauty.

it's so easy to flirt with him, man gets flustered at the smallest things like a wink, close proximity, lip bite etcetera. (but don't be mistaken, shinichi has his moments where he's flirting back.)

his posture isn't that perfect but he manages to stand in an 'attractive' way if that makes sense.

shin has the prettiest hands, i'm talking about a couple of prominent veins here and there, slender long fingers, neat cuticles and rough palms.

he's a klutz when he's sleepy. one time while you were watching a movie with emma, he came back from work and through the ajar door leading to the hallway, you saw him yawn while walking then somehow managed to trip on air and stumble down the hall. you almost pissed yourself trying to laugh quietly.

[boneheadduluc]

I'm in need of some Andrea smut every time I read something about him there is no sex because this was in the 30's and it would be inappropriate to do it before marriage. So...let's get inappropriate (?

no mommy kink please, i can't cope with that

Actually this was going to happen v/ soon in my fic of Andrea BUT I'll write a quick drabble/one shot for you bc same! we need that in our lives :) I'll be doing gender neutral reader for dis ;) Warnings!! 18+ , loss of virginity, perhaps slight edging? oral on reader (female presenting) and NO mommy kink per request :)

Rules were rules. Marry a nice man, then lose your virginity. You had been following those rules. Even now, you lived alone in a small cottage on a hill. And you still haven't lost it. You never felt inclined too really...and you were fine with that. It's just everyone in the village usually was a kid or a senior. No one was around your age, so you preferred a secluded kind of life. 

 Even if that meant following rules you didn't want to follow. You hated that you didn't have a choice. You hated how your parent's voice replayed in your head over and over. Telling you “wait! get married first!” You were sick of it, you were desperate sure, not desperate enough to lose it to whoever you met, but then...

 a new boy showed up, you learned his story since you were a bit close with Janet and Ursula, the old sisters who were housing the young man. So you met him, and god... he was just your type.

Plus they invited you over so he could play for you? meaning the violin. At first, you felt a little out of place... until he started playing. Needless to say, he was more than talented than you expected. You’d never heard anything like it, afterward, he wanted to talk to you surprisingly. 

“What is you name?” he tried his best to speak, you were told his English wasn't the best so you found it more endearing than anything and applauded his effort since he’d only been here for a few weeks. So you looked to him, sitting beside you with wide eyes and rosy cheeks. His hair was a bit shaggy as he shook the hair out of his eyes.

“Oh, my name is (y/n).” You gave a warm smile, shifting in your seat to face him more. “And you are Andrea, yes?” and he nodded before he repeated your name warmly, and honestly you loved the way it sounded in his mouth.

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Weeks passed, you visiting, Andrea playing for you, afterward, you would talk to Andrea, his English noticeably getting better. And sometimes he would even be a bit of a flirt. So one day you just asked the sisters if they would allow you to take him into town. You did your best to sound as friendly as possible and it seemingly worked.

You showed him a few of your favorite places, took him dancing to the pub. Though he wasn't a very good dancer, you had to kind of show him. Guiding his hands to land on your hips and pull you close, telling him to watch your feet as he got red because honestly he couldn't help but stare at your face. 

Then finally he asked to see your home. And you couldn't help be nervous, he had been making eyes at you all day, smirking like a cat with cunning eyes. Like he had so much more in that head of his, thoughts that he wasn't sharing. Plus he was already holding hands with you, keeping you close to him as he kept calling you ‘Liebling.’ And of course you didn't refuse him, not at all. So by the time, you were halfway up the path on the mountain and he slowly stopped walking, staring at you with a sweet smile. 

“Something the matter Andrea?” you questioned- confused as to why he had stopped. He moved slowly, stepping closer to you, leaning in, quickly pressing a kiss to your cheek. Then backing away, checking your eyes for permission. You nodded and Andrea knitted his brows together, exhaling through his nose as he slowly moved to press a kiss to your other cheek. Gently. Wonderfully. Then your forehead. The tip of your nose, then finally his mouth hovered over your own. Breath shaking with feverish anticipation.

You ached to lean in and finish what he started, but you wanted to see if Andrea would do it himself, and after about 5 nervous seconds you felt him roughly slot his lips against your own.

You were lost, blindly lost to pleasure and yearning. You barely realized the way you pulled him up the hill, mouths slotted together as you rushed backward, your back soon up against your door, your hands at his waistband, he moaned against your mouth.

And soon enough you were turned around and inside and he was walking backward as you led him to your bed. Pushing against his chest as he sat and you climbed his lap. Kissing him so harshly you felt your teeth clink against his own, embarrassed you pulled back, your hand coming to your lips. 

“I apologize, Andrea-” You were breathless, with shy eyes and flushed cheeks. 

He looked the same, though less embarrassed. More lustful than anything. 

“No, no-” He started softly. “You are wonderful.” He spoke slowly, catching your eyes as he brushed your hair out of your face with his thumbs. Putting a strand of hair behind your ear lovingly. 

“But...I need-” He started up again, and he groaned out, almost a whimper really, like he was in pain and that's when you felt something poke against your inner thigh, and then you understood. You ground forward and watched as his mouth fell open. Andreas eyebrows furrowing, his face growing red, a moan caught in his throat.

“Oh, you wonderful creature.” You mused. Almost amazed at the power you held over him. So you did it again and again until he was begging for you to let him cum. 

“Please...Please (y/n)-” He buried his face into your neck, his large hands on your waist, fingers digging in deeply, his shoulders going tense at your dry humping. 

A part of you was nervous honestly. You didn't know if Andrea was also a virgin, but judging by his closeness already ...you were gonna bet on the fact he was, but then again you didn't know what you were doing anyway. 

So instead, you simply stopped. And he stopped breathing. He was frozen actually, and you wondered why, a part of you wanted to laugh, he was curled up into you, unmoving, holding you. 

“Andrea?” you questioned and finally he moved, looking up at you, 

“I do something wrong?” he slowly drawled out, voice tiny and nervous and you shook your head. “No, of course not I just...have you ever done this before?” It was your turn to be tiny and nervous now, especially self-conscious. 

He gulped, Andrea understood. And he slowly shook his head ‘no’

“I'm sorry,” he whispered and it almost broke your heart. 

“Oh my love, no! You have nothing to be sorry for. I have never...done this... either. So it's okay Andrea. And...and honestly, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to.” You cupped his face, giving him a warm smile and he returned one. Slowly pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“I want you.” He whispered after breaking the kiss barely. 

And that was all you needed to push him back on the bed so he was laying down. You climbed atop him, undoing his pants slowly. He raised himself on his elbows, watching you, breathing heavy, eyes flickering back and forth between you and your hands. 

And suddenly he took your hand, putting it away from him. Softly and gently and lovingly.  “first you. Let me...help.” He muttered, looking to you for permission and so you switched roles and he was helping you undress from your light dress. 

And you were naked and self-conscious and nervous in front of him. 

But he was smiling, eyes running over your perfect form. You were perfect to him, everything about you, even the things you considered a flaw, he would reach out, brushing his fingertips lightly over them. He muttered how you were beautiful before reaching with both hands to your thighs. Parting them slowly, gently as all his movements were. 

He slowly moved off the bed, to his knees as he pulled you to the edge of the bed, your legs over his shoulder, his eyes on yours, looking up to you the entire time. Your hands gripped the blankets harshly and nervously. But you nodded at him and he leaned forward, delving his tongue over your entrance. And you moaned, the feeling making you throw your head back. 

And he did it again, though opening his mouth even wider, taking you into his mouth, his tongue lapping up your wetness. Moving up to run over your clit. And you shivered, sensitive all over. 

He realized that was the spot, so he did it once more and got the same reaction, actually an even bigger one. Your back was beginning to arch. Toes curling. 

And he kept eating you out- tongue sometimes delving into you, into your warmth and he would moan against your wetness and heat. Eyelashes fluttering and closing as you would spread your legs further, pushing your cunt against his mouth- thighs shaking and quivering as you felt a knot of heat in your lower stomach slowly coming closer and growing bigger. And finally you were gripping his hair, pulling as he whimpered against you. 

“Oh Andrea- Andrea Im so- Im going to-” You could barely get a full comprehensible sentence out before your thighs were convulsing around his head and your back arching and a loud moan was drawn out from deep within you moaning- screaming his name as a intense orgasm slapped you right across the face, and god- you were exhausted in all honesty. You even fell back on the bed, his tongue still on you though as if he couldn't get enough, nose sometimes even nudging up against your clit as he hungrily and greedily tasted everything in you. 

And as much as it was amazing soon you were becoming over sensitive and with each lick and moan of his against your pussy you were being shocked, body twitching and you pulled back, breathless, a mess for a lack of a better term. 

And you began to chuckle as well as he rose up now, smirking at you, his lips and chin, all slick with your wetness and his own spit. And you grinned right back at him, and pulled him down to meet your mouth as you kissed him, without a care in the world. It was almost satisfying to taste yourself on Andreas tongue. 

But finally you broke the kiss, cupping his face as you knew what came next. “Your turn my love.” You muttered. Sitting up now as you went for his belt, undoing it slowly, hoping he wouldn't stop you again. Though it was worth it last time. But he allowed you to- Andrea even began unbuttoning his shirt. Throwing it to the floor along with your dress, as you followed up with taking off his belt and pulling the pants away- his cock finally free and hard. Fully upright, beads of pre-cum forming at his reddened tip. He was so desperate, it was clear in his expression. Mouth slightly agape as he watched you. 

You thought for a moment, wondering on what you should do now. On what position and honestly how all of this was gonna go. A part of you was scared as you shuffled back on the bed, and patted the space beside you, signaling him to come be by you, but first he began shuffling out of his shoes, then along with his pants until he was fully naked. The look on his face signaling he didn't want you to feel self conscious with him being half clothed, so he decided he too would be fully undressed for this.  He moved beside you now, huffing out a short breath, nervous. It was clear so you pulled him close, kissing his jawline softly.  “Lets go slow, yes?” You mumbled to him softly. He looked up at you, shoulders tense as he nodded. “Yes mien Liebling.” he whispered back, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he furrowed his brows again for you were laying back now, resting your head on the pillow as you slightly spread your legs for him to fit in between. So he moved to lean over you, head of his cock teasing against your lower belly softly, it made him whimper as you couldn't help but giggle as you looked up to him, he looked beautiful this way.  “Should I- uhm..” he stuttered, cheeks burning red as he lowered himself slightly, trying to align himself with your entrance.  “Yes Andrea- go ahead.” You bit at your lower lip, eyes gazing as he closed his eyes, throbbing tip budding at your opening, he pushed his hips forward, his tip sliding in before it slipped upwards, you really were that tight- though you felt bad, for if you were more relaxed it would've gone in easier. “I apologize-” you mutter, exhaling shakily but he shakes his head.  “No- not your fault.” Andrea shares a calming smile, his eyes shining as he looks deeply into your eyes.  “I try again.” he reassured and positioned his cock to your entrance once more, this time sliding it in your slickness and heat easily. You held your breath, feeling him stretch you wide, Andrea on the other hand groaned out, whimpered as his head fell into the crook of your neck. You couldn't imagine how sensitive he must be at the moment.  He kept sliding in until he couldn't anymore, and he filled you to the brim, you felt so full and couldn't help but moan softly, your hands going to the back of his nape, playing with his hair, twirling it around your fingers, admiring the feeling of his warm body atop of yours, holding you. he stayed still, immediately understanding you would need some time to adjust. So you two stayed still, breathing and trying to figure this all out, he lifted his head, and you just stared at him until the two of you broke into small laughter. Warm chuckles filling the air around you, and you caught his lips softly, he laughed into your mouth even- so shy and nervous, Andrea couldn't help it. But after a minute of kissing and nervously giggling you finally felt ready. You broke the warm kiss. And caught his eyes. “Andrea I think I'm ready...move...please?” You muttered shyly- you didn't want to sound demanding but were soon relived when he just smiled at you. Giving you a look as to say “of course.”  And he pulled out halfway, inhaling deeply as he then slid back in setting up a pace, not to fast not to slow, just right honestly. And that's when you felt the pleasure slowly beginning to take over the slight discomfort. When he soon began pumping into you like a animal in heat. You moaned his name over and over, arching your back as you watched his face turn desperate. He would mutter in polish and German. whispering into your ear and you couldn't help but scratch at his back. He changed his angle slightly, cock hitting your g-spot. 

“Oh! Oh Andrea you- oh fuck.” You cursed, closing your eyes. “Yes harder please.” you moaned out, feverishly. Everything felt so hot, you were even sweating across your forehead slightly.  And he did as you commanded, pushing harder, fucking into you, moaning brokenly each time he pushed in. The squeeze of your pussy around him making him lightheaded even. He dropped his head to your chest eventually. Tongue finding its way to your nipple. Opening wide and sucking on your breast. And you felt so sensitive, everything overwhelming you but in the best way possible. 

“Oh yes, yes-” you chanted, breathless and suddenly wrapped your thighs around him, flipping the two of you over so you were on top, he gasped- eyes wide as he looked to you, his face becoming flushed once more- the sight of him was enough to push you to the edge as you began to bounce on his cock, suddenly reaching you climax, steadying yourself by putting your hands to Andreas chest- your back arching as you clenched around his cock, falling forward now- pushing your lips together. 

He kept thrusting into you though- desperate to cum inside, “Please- please.” He begged for release, closing his eyes as you groaned softly, your insides sensitive as you sat back up, and it only took 2 bounces on his cock for Andrea to be moaning out your name- as he gripped your thighs and soon you felt his warm seed fill you up, he whimpered and fucked into you harshly now- sitting up and pulling you close, fitting his mouth over your tit to muffle the shameful sounds spilling out of him. 

As he fucked through his climax he soon began to slow down, exhausted as you moaned- feeling him suck your nipples softly now, closing his eyes as his breathing calmed. 

You ran your fingers through his hair softly. Kissing the top of his head- satisfied now and he now popped off your tit, lips a bright color that matched his cheeks. He smiled at you and you grinned back, pressing a kiss to his nose. You raised yourself off of him, and you felt his warm seed inside of you, you adored the feeling as you rolled off and laid down- he lowered himself to be by you. 

“You were amazing Andrea- absolutely wonderful.” You sighed softly as his hand reached your stomach, drawing invisible lines with his fingers over the soft skin. Andrea shyly smiled now. “Danke.” he whispered in German, you knew what it meant and chuckled softly. 

“Im sleepy.” you whispered, and it was true- your eyes were heavy and Andrea nodded. “Sleep.” he kissed your cheek warmly. And so you did, you fell asleep to him cuddled beside you, humming a tune that was familiar to you. 

[peaky-malachai]

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UPON RETURN | T. SHELBY | ii

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part. ii

•requested: yes by a few

•tw: slight mention of blood/fight, alcohol? at the very end theres a bit of seggsual tension

•wc: 2k ish

•season set: 1 /2 (i vision just before 1 tbh)

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You almost went silent as you doubled over, laughing with John, trying to catch your breath. The Garrison was loud, a Saturday night was always the busiest, being that it was half of the towns last day at work. Unfortunately not everyone had a two day weekend.

"So this whole room is yours then, ay?", you asked after your laughter died down and you both took a swig of your beverages.

"Oh yeah", John sat up, his arm resting on top of the bench, a few foot between you both, "Meetings, parties, everything 'appens in 'ere", he cleared his throat as he watched you look around in awe.

"When I left", you snorted, "When I left, you boys were barely even feared by Misses Briggs down at the bakery, 'n' she's a scaredy cat", you laughed, "Fuckin' 'ell, now look at ya, practically run the town".

John shrugged, "I don't even know how it got to this, to be fair".

The door burst open to reveal a drunken Arthur, "Y/L/N!", he called, walking over to sit adjacent from you in a singular arm chair,

"Y/N/N, how are ya?".

You held back a laugh, slightly tipsy yourself from Harry's generous pouring, "Better than I was this afternoon, Arthur", you leant back into the bench, "Me 'ands are comin' along now n'all".

Arthur squinted his eyes as you held your hands out above the table. Suddenly he stood up and moved over to sit next to you on the end of the bench. You quickly scooted across it to make some space and practically fell against John. Which of course ended up with now all three of you wheezing with laughter.

As if on queue, Tommy then walked through the door. His eyebrows slightly knitted as he looked over at the scene before him. Y/N's practically in John's lap, Arthur practically hugging the side of Y/N. The three of them hadn't even noticed Tom standing there as they tried catching their breath, trying to remember why they were laughing in the first place.

"Tommy!", John saw his elder brother first, "Finally! Come to join us for a pint 'ave yah?".

Tommy barely nodded his head as he kept his eyes trained on Y/N, who appeared to be now busy talking to Arthur about something. Clearly ignoring Tommy. Which angered him. Not that he would exhibit any sign of that.

"Did you know that Y/Ns been taking notes from our books whilst she's been away", John asked Tommy, "She's practically made her own betting shop down in London, t' make a few bob on the side". John nudged you, bringing you into his conversation, "'Aven't yah?".

You shrugged, "It wasn't really a betting shop", you turned to face John as Arthur stood up, stumbling to the small double door in the wall to get a fresh pint from Harry. "It was more like a 'You bet money on this and I'll double your winnings if you win, except, you won't win because I've rigged it' kind of thing and it was in the middle of the street".

John laughed, "Yeah, exactly, that's what I said".

Tommy walked over to the arm chair where Arthur had first sat, "That's dangerous", he commented as he pulled a pre-rolled cigarette out of his own metal tin.

You scoffed, sitting up straight, realising Tommy was actually in the same room as you right now and you looked a mess, "That's a bit rich coming from you, Thomas", you lifted your leg across the other under the table as you held your chin high. Who was he to tell you something was dangerous; As if he wasn't a notoriously dangerous criminal himself.

Tommy narrowed his eyes as he quickly took a glance at you before lighting his cigarette and chucking his pack of matches onto the table, his spare hand landing next to them. "You know", he began, which made you roll your eyes already, "I'm only trying to look out for you, it's not as if you have us down there with you".

You arched your eyebrow as let out a dry laugh, turning to John to see if he found his just as amusing. He didn't, of course, he was a man, he thought nothing of it as took a swig of his drink. Unfazed by the conversation.

"What, so are you sayin' that 'coz I'm a woman, I can't run my own dodgy business 'coz I won't 'ave The Three Main Peaky Boys to protect me when shit goes bobbins?".

John turned to you, his drink a centimetre away from his lips, "Goes what?".

"Rubbish! Goes Rubbish!", you shook your head at your best friend with a light slap to the side of his head, he tutted and pushed you back slightly.

"This, Tommy", you turned back, "This is exactly why I run my own dodgy business, by myself".

"What do you mean by exactly why?", he said simply.

"I mean, I don't have to fuckin' explain myself every five seconds", you sighed as you leant forward, resting your elbows on the table, a clear sign that you weren't having any of it. Tommy had almost forgotten you were like this. So brash. He liked it. He liked you. It irritated him. "Because everyone down there understands what I'm fuckin' on about".

John turned to you, speaking lowly, "Yeah, but you grew up here?".

You turned to him with a scowl, "Yeah, doesn't mean I fuckin' talk like yous, does it ya muppet".

"Shut up".

"You're the one that fuckin' said it".

"Oi", Arthur shouted as he walked back over, "Why are you arguing like little kids again".

"'Cause Tommy thinks I shouldn't run my own business", you turned to Arthur as he sat down across from John.

"I never said you shouldn't be running it", Tommy said with a flat tone, "I said, it's dangerous".

"Yeah, but it's the way in which you said it".

"You knew I wasn't being condescending".

"Fuckin' seemed like it", you crossed your arms across your chest as you turned your head away from Tommy.

"Oh for fuck sake!", John shouted, "Can't you two go five minutes with out bickering? It's like 1912 all over again", he stood up, "I'm going to find a woman".

"Fine! Fuck off then", you smiled playfully as you watched John flip you off whilst leaving the room. Arthur watched in wonder, he didn't understand your friendship at all, though he admired it.

"Right", Arthur slapped the table, "I've gotta piss but I'll see you two when you've stopped arguing". With that Arthur left the room. You and Tommy now alone.

Wonderful.

Great.

Neither of you said a word. You watched as Tommy eyes moved from every item on the table until he had no choice but to look up around the room. You wasn't stupid. You knew he wanted you to speak first. He wasn't good with expressing his emotions.

But fuck that.

And neither were you.

You brushed your skirt down before standing up and walking behind Tommy's chair. You didn't get far before he sharply turned to grab your wrist, letting go when he realised that was a little boisterous.

"Where you off to then?".

You shrugged, "Dunno, anywhere that's going to hold more conversation then you".

Tommy sighed, "Fuck sake", he mumbled, "Sit down", he looked you in the eye as he motioned for you to sit in the singular seat across from him.

You pursed you're lips, thinking — although honestly, you didn't need to think twice before agreeing to whatever Tommy told you.

Getting comfortable on the seat you looked over at the broken criminal, the shell of who used to be a bubbly trouble maker. "Well".

"Well what?", Tommy asked as he spoke with the end of his cigarette in his mouth.

You shook your head slightly, amazed by the stubbornness, "Why did you want me to sit down, I was excepting at least a smile, or would you rather I leave and find Jack from down the lane", you smirked as you picked at your nails innocently.

Tommy looked over with a harsh glare, "We both know you'd rather spend eternity in a prison cell with me and a rat then have to get into bed with him".

You smiled, it was true, you both knew it.

Yet even the idea of you with Jack still managed to irritate Tommy, it was amusing. You chose not to speak, wanting Tommy to give you his full attention. He looked over, stubbing out the end of his cigarette as he turned to face you, body mirroring yours. He cleared his throat before speaking, "Remember the day you left?".

You shrugged, "Suppose – everyone hugged me a thousand times over and you gave me that pocket knife".

Tommy shook his head, "Wasn't asking a question".

Your voice faded as you knitted your eyebrows together with an irritated smirk, "Oh, sorry, so go on then", leaning forward and resting your elbow on the side of your chair with your chin in your hand you looked Tommy up and down, debating how much time you would have left alone with him before another brother made an entrance, "Enlighten me on my memories".

Tommy's body relaxed back into his seat as his tongue touched his cheek, he had always loved your argumentative side, it seemed as if you reserved it especially for him.

"When you left Jacks house", he spoke as he reached into his blazer to grab something from a hand sewn (by polly) inner pocket, "with this", he handed you a smashed pocket watch.

You took the old small gold plated clock and looked at it with a small glint in your eyes. That clock had once belonged to Jack. Poor lad. You'd been in his house helping out his mother with some letters she wanted to send out for Christmas. Everything was fine until Jack came home, drunk. He was a few years older then yourself. Almost the same as Thomas.

Skipping the details he was talking about a certain girl he had been trying to chat up. Of course she didn't want anything to do with Jack, which she seemed to have cleared up respectfully. However, Jack, being the piece of shit he was, didn't care for that and thought she owed him something.

After hearing enough of it you turned to his mum and said, 'sorry but I can't take this any longer'.

You then stood up and grabbed the pocket watch hanging loosely from his gin stained blazer and smashed it into the side of his head, hitting his left temple. Blood trickled down from his eyebrow as he stumbled back, tripping up and falling onto his settee.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt with your free hand, leaning down to face him, 'don't ever talk another girl who's uninterested in you ever again', you pushed him back and stood up straight, 'and if you so I'll let some not very nice men know about it, call in some favours if you know what I mean'.

He nodded profusely and started mumbling some apology as you turned back to face his mother, 'sorry, I'll see myself out', you said as you grabbed your coat and bag before quickly leaving to go find Tommy and tell him about how you probably just made a big mistake.

"He was an ass", you simply said as you placed the watch onto the table, "Whats your point, Thomas". The mans face twitched, almost invisibly, but you saw.

"My point", he leant forward, "Y/N". You gulped, sitting up straight. "That's when I realised you were the one". You visibly shivered when you felt his finger tip on your knee, slowly tapping it he moved it half an inch up as he spoke, "That's when I realised you were going to be the death of me, Y/N".

Biting your lip you looked down, watching Tommy's finger tease it's way across your thigh, unsure of his plans. Barely above a whisper you managed to get out a breathless, "Tommy".

You saw him smirk as he licked his lower lip, his eyes travelling over your body before finally meeting yours, "Yes?".

Cheeks rosey red as you felt yourself blushing you uncrossed your legs and sat up straight with your chin in the air. Only to recross your legs the opposite way.

"Is this an issue, sweetheart?", Tommy said gently, this time he placed his entire hand on your thigh, the thin fabric of the old dress you borrowed from Ada being the only thing separating your warm skin from Tommy's stone cold hand. The only thing stopping you from losing all self control you had.

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✒︎author note: part three then?

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☞published: 16.03.2021

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Barell of a Gun (Hitman! Jimin x Reader)

(Warnings: This one is pretty dark. Please don't read if you feel uncomfortable at the mentions of Paid Murder,Gambling,Uncomfortable Situations and Kidnapping. This doesn't depict Jimin's real personality. It's only a work of fiction. Please don't associate Jimin with this after you read it,he isn't like that in real life. IT IS ONLY A WORK OF FICTION BASED ON A JAMES BOND-AGENT 47 TYPE OF CONDUCTING LINE)

Word count: 2045

As soon as night has fallen,he started to get ready. Pen,check. Knives,check. 9mm,check. Everything was going perfectly. Park Jimin never paid attention to the victim. At least,he never let his emotions rule over the goal he had in front of him. And that goal was the 1,000,000$ he will get after he eliminated the person in the portfolio. It's a well paid price,and until he does the job without being noticed,it's worth it. He never accorded time to his emotions. It's a rational job,find the person,eliminate them,get paid. Nothing really hard. He prefers to say eliminate because killing would make his targets look like victims,whilst most of them are just rotten people.

"Agent 91,welcome. Please type in the password to unlock." His computer displayed the following words. He typed it in once. Doesn't work. The fourth time,same thing happened. "Fuck. Not again. I don't have time for this shit right now." Jimin was starting to get agitated. The fifth time,he just scanned his retina,hoping it would work. And it did. Thankfully. Because if it hadn't,the whole fuck-up would've cost him a lot of money and primarily his life,probably.

While sitting in the car,you had some Depeche Mode song your brother was blasting earlier in his room,stuck on repeat in your head. It was called Barrel of a Gun or something,the guitar riff was kinda cool so it stuck to your neurones. The ride to the casino was accompanied by an awkward silence,your date for the night has chosen some pompous place to dine at and now wanted to go gamble some money away. He was the son of some rich politician at your school,of course he would do something like that. "Did you like the meal?" The guy placed a hand on your knee,not as if you had asked,but for the moment you didn't do anything. "Yes,i liked it,even thought the wine was a little bit dry for my taste." He simply smirked and rolled up the partition in the back of the Limousine before his hand has made its way higher up on your thigh. "Well..if it can comfort you,i know that something won't be as dry as the wine tonight." Breaking point. You took his hand into yours and simply smiled. "Jacques,listen. I appreciate your gestures and all,but please,please,pretty please,don't ever fucking touch me again without me consenting to it." You heard a pop coming from the bone of his hand,not realising you were literally almost breaking it so you had let it go.

Jimin had stepped into the grand hall of the Casino of Monte Carlo,getting the casual verifications done. He stood at the roulette table,and since he had some time to kill,he didn't mind gambling away some thousands. The main point was to blend in,not to be outstanding. "Mesdames,Messieurs,Faites-vos jeux." He had forgotten how wonderful the french language sounds...as wonderful as a cat choking on some plastic wrap. His bet was put on the number 3,his lucky number. Not that he was superstitious,but it always brought him chance,so...why not this time? "Les Jeux sont faits." As soon as the roulette started spinning,he looked around himself and finally saw his target. But it wasn't planned that he will have company.

Sitting besides Jacques while he was playing a hand,needless to say,it was more than just boring. You never wanted to go home as much as you did now. Plus,the high-heels were killing your feet,it was a plus reason for you to just get up and leave. But you didn't. Simply because he was already kind enough to take you on a date,so,you had nothing more to do than just sit beside him and observe. Jacques wasn't good at Poker,even if he liked to think the opposite,and his loss was already over 100,000€. If he were a simple man,he would already be indebted,but it wasn't the case. The game only started to be interesting when another man sat down at the table and joined the party.

"May i?" Jimin asked with a small smile on his lips. He knew his target was beside him,it will be easier to calculate his every moves. But he didn't realise it will be harder since you were in the frame too. As soon as the game started,he saw that the guy wasn't good at playing,only bluffing,so,he took this to his advantage and told himself he will use the "I'm just tryna help you bro" card later. Jimin's eyes were mostly on you though,and he didn't calculate his emotions,but he would've been lying if he said you weren't beautiful.

You were looking at the cards in Jacques's hands. Seeing the 3 others on the table,he was already fucked,but of course,he had to bluff. "50,bet" echoed from the man beside you and everyone folded. Except one. The new player at the table. "Oh...i see you play with big amounts...let me make it more interesting then. Calling 1600." The black haired man's proposition made you jump a little bit. It wasn't only 1600€,but 1,600,000. "So..? What do you think? Reasonable proposition,no? Or...are you scared of losing?" The guy smirked and your partner stood up. "I'm going for a smoke. Pause the game." "Man,it isn't such a bad proposition,but okay...let's say 1,400,000 to save your honor." He followed Jacques to the balcony. Which was a pretty bad idea knowing how he can get when he's angry,you knew how out of hand the situation could get,he was the same at Uni. Anger Issues was his middle name.

Jimin was only trying to provoke the poor guy. Poor...let's not say that. He was the kid of an asshole that got rich by scamming poor people. Let alone,the father was a politician. The only way for Jimin to attain his final target was to hurt him. Not that he had to,but it was more effective this way. "Stop fucking following me. I have enough of your gimmicks. I saw how you were looking at him. You're on a date with me,not him." The hitman simply laughed. "Oh..you thought your little girlfriend came after you? Believe me,she has better things to do. Now,if you excuse me..." Gun cocked. Silencer already on. And fire. The bullet went straight through the younger one's head,in between the eyes. "Bull's eye. Good." As the body of the guy has fallen,Jimin started to wipe his silencer and put the pistol away. Too bad the girl was at the balcony as he did it.

"What the fuck have you done? WHO THE FU-" You screamed at him,but the scream hadn't live to its full potential as the guy from the table had silenced you with a hit to your head. You woke up five hours later,tied to a chair,in a living room in some old ass apartment,still propably in southern France. "Rise and shine babygirl,you're safe now. My name is...you have no buisness knowing it,but call me 91. Or Jay. Whatever suits you." As you looked around you,you saw nothing you could recognise. Only the feeling of the rag on your mouth was prominent,with the bounds around your wrists and legs. "I guess i should take off the gag...but can i trust you to not scream?" You nodded,already planning to get away somehow. As Jay took off the gag you inhaled and tried to scream but he had his hand in front of your mouth. "I should've killed you when i had the chance. I didn't need any kind of witnesses. But here i am,trying to plan out something so you don't talk. Now. Stop screaming or i'll send a bullet flying through your brain. Also..what's your name again?" He knew it of course...but wanted to hear it as he took off his hand of your mouth and looked at you. "Wasn't that your initial plan? And my name is (Y/n)." The sass in your words left him surprised enough to smile and unload his gun. "Wow,getting sassy i see. I like it." "Why did you kill him? Was it because he was involved in some shady buisness?" You talked way more than you should have. And Jimin liked that. More information means more time...which means a better approach towards the target. "What do i look like? A social justice warrior? Honey,i get paid for shit like this. But now,my only problem is you. What should i do with you? You weren't in the frame. And now you are here,bound to a chair...don't get me wrong,i like the view,but you shouldn't have wandered away from that goddamn table yesterday." You simply lowered your head and looked at his hands. He was fidgeting. Unable to decide what he should do. "You should probably kill me then. I mean,if i am too much to handle,and since you know i'll be talking as soon as i get out of here,you should just choke me to death...quick and effective." He smiled and took your chin with two fingers so you were looking into his eyes. "Let me think about it. But i already know i won't kill you...in the end,you're truly innocent so..there would be no fun in that." "So...you're pretty much a social justice warrior then" He let your chin go and stood up to walk around the apartment.

Jimin knew killing you would've made too much mess,plus,cleaning the whole appartment after it would have taken too much time. Plus...he kinda started to like you. You were the type of girl he could settle with. So he went with plan B...or more like,he wanted to go with plan b which was about to let you go and threaten you to not talk. But as soon as he heard footsteps coming towards the apartment,Jimin changed his mind and chose Plan C. "You'll be coming with me. We have to get away. I already lost more than 3 hours with you getting in my way."

You were quickly untied and he secured a gun around your thigh. "You know how to use one? Just in case,to be safe." Why on earth would he give you a gun? "I could kill you right now if i wanted." "Yeah,i know,but you don't want to. That's the positive point. Now open the window and get out." God knows why you obeyed him,but it was almost automatic. Did you like the rush of the situation? Maybe yes. Maybe it was simply because you were scared...maybe it was because you kind of liked the way the whole situation turned out. He was following you as soon as he cleared the area,and unlocked his car. "Get in. I'll be here soon. No more than 2 minutes." "Huh? Where the fuck are you going?" "Getting my shit and then i'll be here." And with that,he was already on his way.

No more than two minutes after,he was back with his suitcase and the briefcase containing some papers,his pc and most importantly,the money. "Buckle the belt. We'll be on the road for 10 to 15 hours..." "Where are we going?" He simply smiled and turned the engine on. "Let that be a surprise..." "So...you're pretty much kidnapping me,right?"

He chuckled and looked into the rear-view mirror. "It's better than the barrel of a gun against your head at least. And...you'll see,it won't be as bad as you think."

Was this really the life you were about to live? Probably. Was it safe? Probably not,but did you have any other choice? No. But...little did you know,it wasn't as bad as it seemed.

(Y'all,i'm sorry if it is bad...i really wanted something different but in the end idk...it doesn't seem good to me...i let you all be the judge)

[stimmypaw]

stimmypaw reads the apprentice’s quest, a blog post

A big one, just a bunch of thoughts as I’m reading it, of course, lots of spoilers for the first book in the Warrior Cats series A Vision of Shadows. This will be covering just the first book tho, it’s all in the Read More, let’s gooooooo!!!!

Vision Of Shadows time

Lots of new cats!!! I don't remember these guys as kits or anything wrow!!! I like their names but itll take a while to get used to them

Also cant believe they printed stormcloud's dead name

Omg there's a cat named beepaw

I love these cats all of them so much im going 2 cry

All new names are perfect

I FORGOT HOW GORGEOUS THE CAT VIEW IN THE RECENT BOOKS WAS, LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT

I'm glad leafpool smokes weed

I love reading from Jayfeather's point of view, his grumpiness hasn't grown on me ever but thats just me, I still enjoy it lots he's great and its fun

Firestar and Leopardstar's characterizations are On Point i love it

OOF i feel so bad when jayfeather is mean to others, poor kestrelflight, I love those two

Lovely Jayfeather moments now its time for the first chapter

I like this duo! Also I didn't think I'd ever say this but shut up squirrelflight one can have fun AND learn with their mentors

Sparkkit sounds nice she makes jingling bell noises when she walks around

Alderkit is chadphobic /j

I can see Alderkit taking deep breaths to relax its rotating in my mind its beautiful

God this first chapter feels so good and comfortable, like eating noodles and chicken nuggets. I am so so deeply in love with it, its gorgeous!

Sparkkit is so perfect too, and Graystripe remembering Firestar aaaaaa

DUSTPELT SAID WHAT? PHDHAHAHHA OH NOOOO I don't remember their relationship much, must have been fun, I love young little creature squirrelflight I MISSED HER SO BAD WOW

I started reading the second chapter and died, I think ill take a break now 2 sleep heehhee

I love them describing twoleg stuff its always so fun and alien, like watching an animal planet show about funny sea creatures.

Also I have determined sparkpaw is my favorite, might be my favorite cat ever next to hollyleaf??? I really identify with her and also she's autistic i have decided that

Alderpaw baby noooo hhhh their mentor at least is trying to show its okay, he seems very emotionally distant so far and alderheart feels very emotionally needy, actually both of them do, did I mention I love Sparkpaw??? I might be imprinting myself 2 much on her

I love how like, its clear both of them are absolutely anxious and worried about others opinions on them, which is clearly something they got from being Firestar's grandkids, deputy kids and leader kids. And bramblestar too, I recall him being quite the anxious lad ahhah. Sparkpaw will be showing confidence and being loud but the second anyone isn't approving of her or she does something "wrong" she gets small and quiet, and she ended up setting a high bar for herself by being good at hunting and fighting so I'm curious to see how that will go. Also there's nothing wrong with being guided through a crowded place to meet others Sparkpaw!!! I bet the two of them would be stuck without not knowing how to talk to others had Needlepaw not shown up. I love them, my gf is mocking me saying I'm a Sparkpaw kinnie.

Apprentices will like learn about a thing and tell everyone about it all the time and assume its always true in every situation and thats valid I love kids like that. Also in my head Needlepaw kinda looks like a porcupine. Oh boo she's fatphobic >:(

I love apprentices they are so fun and silly, just making fun of the leaders like its nothing. The way they are clearly learning and absorving everything their warriors say and do like sponges its just ***chefs kiss***

Omg shadowclan is just full of 12 year olds help

And then the old person said "it sure is hard being old!" And everyone clapped

Shout-out to pretty Riverclan apprentice #481977 I love her

Leafpool: 👁👁

Alderpaw: I knew it im cursed and awful and terrible and I will never amount to anything

I wish the cats didn't seem to be giving up on him so easily though

Ah yes the classic thunderclan move "you suck, into the medicine hole you go"

The way sparkpaw changes the things she says and how she does when it isn't the status quo around her oooooooooooooyeaaaaaaa I love 1 autistic cat

Alderpaw considering your problems lesser than other cats won't help you deal with them better bro

I love Needlepaw's excitement about Alderpaw being a medicine cat apprentice, and her sarcasm, she feels like a preppy teenager

Ahhh this is so good, I am so thirsty for family moments like this, just Alderpaw bonding with grandma, I’ll definitely want to draw this one it’s so sweet.

Oh to be young and silly.

I really am enjoying like, Alderpaw’s struggles to seeing how he fits in the clan, how he fits in himself, how he wants to be seen and what he wants to be, it’s really good. I Am Engaged(tm) With This Plot.

SPARKPAW NOOOOOOO but also Yes I want her to be shown vulnerable and weak please 

POP, god watching this stuff always awful, the cats must have thought he broke her ahahah

Also, really great that they learned from Dovewing and now like leave choices and discussions about prophecies between adults

And plus Brambles seemed to take the time to explain stuff to him, seems he wont be going alone either the 1 thing is that he will be the only one knowing what the journey is really about, why though??? I didnt read Firestar's Quest or whatever why does Skyclan need to be secret??? Seems quite silly really!

YESSSS SANDSTORM GET HIS ASS FIGHT FIGHT LOVE THIS LOVE SANDSTORM

I could feel squirrelflight nearing explosion here, this was very fun, i wish they werent hiding this though!!!

The secret thing is showing to be a plot point so I am once again Very Engaged

Also, wonderful dialogue bit, someone asked Bramblestar why an Elder is going and:

Lovely perfect perfect

I miss you dovewing

SQUIRRELFLIGHT LOVE YOU

Oh boy this is it

Traveling book moment

Graystripe: Soooo you're excited to go on the journey to the old territories and Skyclan?

Sandstorm: Yes! It's been ages and-

Graystripe: I'm sure the tribe will love the visit too

Sandstorm, groaning: Oh noooo I forgot about how the tribe is in the way of every journeyyyyy noooooo they're such a racist caricature, please tell me you have a plan

Graystripe: Yes don't worry about it the writers forgot about the tribe in my comic book so you can just use the excuses i did to actively avoid it

Sandstorm: Oh thank Starclan

Sparkpaw's desperation to prove herself oof, her anxiety with understanding the prophecy, oh boy, and Alderpaw feeling too overwhelmed by the questions and not managing to talk!!!! I am so glad they are both autistic

Hoping "Being Leader" wont mean theyre putting nonsense responsibility on the apprentice again

Ah good Sandstorm is on the lead again, as she should, she should have been leader she would have been great

I can't believe Alderpaw thinks I look stupid and diseased :( /j

Everything about this twoleg scene was scandalous I loved it, Sparkpaw just toppled over a trash bag and they are eating from it, iconic, also did those twolegs throw out a whole turkey? Damn

Its not that Sparkpaw is freakishly good at hunting she is very hungry and constantly on the watch for things to eat

BRO Ive never been in a road where the drivers are this wild, throwing bottles out of the car????? Ive seen Fruit being thrown like once or twice, what the fuck!!! I'm glad they are going to wait until the morning to continue

Okay I was not expecting Needlepaw to show up this girl is chaotic I love her

ACTUALLY YEAH WHY DIDNT THEY TELL THE OTHER CLANS ABOUT THIS SINCE THE PROPHECY IS ABOUT ALL THE CLANS???

Needlepaw is like Rono from Bambi 2 if he wasnt a mean bully and thats very epic

Very curious character though, how come her mentor isnt teaching her the warrior code properly? Is that an issue with all apprentices?? Is the clan overwhelmed by 12 year olds and they won?

Having lots of fun trying to play the game "what animal are they describing this time" the erins made here, im glad they're in a farm. Worried about Sandstorm though :c

Fuck im worried about sandstorm a lot, her wound hurt on Me

Yeah water is good youre right sandstorm

Aw man I hope she's okay let her at least survive to meet skyclan please

NOOOOOOOO SANDSTORMA A AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Sandtteooonrjrbbbmmnnnnnnnnnn

I am so sad

Alderpaw denying it, Starclan shining upon their vigil, everything crushed me i cried

Alderpaw considers Nihilism

Haven't seen a cat thank starclan for prey in a while its

Oh look they time skipped a journey! They don't tend to do that thats nice

I'm so excited to be meeting The Skyclan that everyone in the fandom knows now

So far they seem kinda mean but thats most clans at first glance really

Okay somethings up

I uh have heard of Darktail pretty sure he's a bad guy so yeah something really bad happened to Skyclan

Am worried

Darktail sounds like an evil himbo* i may be enjoying him actually

*himbos are usually nice by default so he's just evil and stupid and strong

Does needletail know these cats already?????

Ah

Shit

Oh okay fuck

I've been quietly reading the rest because I am just concerned and I want them to be okay as quickly as possible

Waterfalls are a classic nice

Oh boy time for our unlikely duo of Alderpaw and Needlepaw to get out of a Mess!

I did not expect this to end up with the two of them journeying into parenthood, but I'm happy it did

Well actually I'm very unhappy theyre so lost and there's no sign of Skyclan I am very worried for everyone involved Sparkpaw must be feeling awful!

Twigkit is a great name

Yeah this ended terribly

Overall! Frigging loved it this book was GOOD and a great start for the series I am very excited to read the rest, SO WORRIED ABOUT SKYCLAN THO AAAA the characterizations were great the characters were great the pacing was fun and I didn't get bored once!

I think o only wish I had read this sooner really so I could look up others thoughts without getting heavily spoiled about the last books, I can watch a few videos already though thats a start ahhaha. But yeah it was great and it felt very good to read, haven't swallowed up a book so quickly in a very long time!!! Very happy I finally got my hands on this 💕💖💕💖💕💖 cant wait 2 start the next one

If you read all this, hope you had fun hahaha, ill be making more of these cus theyre fun and I like talking about warrior cats thats just my thing

Til next time

[thescarhead]

Chapter 4: Ah, Trophies

On the following afternoon, the first years finally had the chance they were waiting for. Their first true flying lesson with brooms. Although it wasn't said that they didn't learn about the use of flying and other student that had experience before had weren't excited, but as interesting as the class was; Harry managed to get into trouble within the first thirty minutes of class and is now expecting to be expelled as he walks behind Professor McGonagall with his head down in shame.

Professor McGonagall stopped at the door to Professor Quirrell's classroom, knocked and opened the door.

"Professor Quirrell, can I borrow Wood for a moment." Professor McGonagall said to which only had lead to Professor Quirrell fainting after a quick 'eep'.

"Yes Professor? Is everything alright," a fifth-year Gryffindor said as he came into the hallway.

"Harry Potter this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I found you a seeker."

"We'll finally be able to beat the Slytherin's winning streak," Oliver said looking at Harry in awe.

"I'll finally get Black's grin off of him every time his Slytherins win." Professor McGonagall said looking excited in thought.

"As long as we keep Harry away from Professor Black practices then we'll have a secret ace up are sleeves," Oliver said as he started already thinking of a plan to win.

"So I'm not going to be expelled Professor?" Harry asked looking at Professor McGonagall with pleading eyes.

"Not today Mister Potter." Professor McGonagall said with smile, "Your father would be proud."

——

Word got around quick.

Ron in the other hand was just trying to wrap his head around the idea that it actually happened, "But that's impossible; first years never make the team! You must be the youngest quidditch player-"

"In the century, according to Professor McGonagall," Harry said as he took in the notice of even more curious stare in his direction then normal.

"Hey Harry, Wood just told us." Fred said as George and him came up to Harry and Ron.

"Ruff game Quidditch."

"Brutal."

"But no ones died in years."

"Although they do vanish occasionally."

"But they turn up in a month or two." The twins said as they headed off to class getting ready to cause mischief as they pulled out a piece of old parchment but were already far away from Harry's eyes.

"I don't know Ron, what if I mess up, what if I'm no good?" Harry said not

"You wont miss up, it's in your blood." Hermione said coming up to them and taking them to the direction of the trophy room.

——

"Bloody hell, hey check this out Harry, your father won the Quidditch cup as captain twice for Gryffindor!" Ron said as he looked at the Quidditch cup with amazement as Harry came to see.

1975 Gryffindor:James Potter:Chaser

1976 Gryffindor:James Potter:Chaser

Harry couldn't help but smile; this was probably as close as Harry ever got to his father and probably ever will; he took notice of another name as well, that appeared three times just under his fathers.

1977 Slytherin:Regulus Black:Seeker

1978 Slytherin:Regulus Black:Seeker

1979 Slytherin:Regulus Black:Seeker

"Professor Black was a Slytherin? But his actually nice!" Ron exclaimed as he took notice of the name.

"Don't be ridiculous; just because a person is in Slytherin does not mean your destined for evil; I'm sure they put wizards in houses based on attitude and abilities," Hermione said taking look at old pictures.

"Oh really, well then Ms. Know-It-All, why does it happen that all dark wizards are from Slytherin. I can't even name a single evil wizard from another house."

"Well if it isn't Potter; it's surprising you weren't expelled but to think, they would even put you in the Quidditch team. Wait till my father here's about this," Malfoy said will a sneer as his goons came just behind.

"I prove my point."

"What do you want Malfoy," Harry said

"Oh nothing, just looking at the great Harry Potter that seems to be able to get away with anything. Bet you can't even do anything on your own."

"Like there isn't anything Harry couldn't beat you in." Ron said which seemed to be the answer Draco was looking for.

"Then it settled, we hold a duel here, tonight at two, who ever doesn't show up will immediately lose," Draco said looking smug.

"Your on."

—-

"Your going to get us in trouble," Hermione said as she followed Harry and Ron as Neville trailed along, not wanting to be left alone.

"Well it your so worried, just go back to the dorms instead of following us," Ron said which only proceeded to make Hermione redden with anger.

"We really should go back, we'll lose house points," Neville said as he quivered by each little sound.

"Or worse." Hermione stated as they got to the trophy room.

"Ha, that wimp isn't even here yet. Probably to scared to show." Ron said with a triumphant look on his face while Hermione took the time to look at the metals that caught her attention.

"Harry? Your mother's maiden name was Evans rights?," Hermione said as she looked at the Medal of Magical Merit with the name Lily Evans.

"I'm not sure, I was never really told much about my parents but I suppose. Never really knew my mother maiden name through," Harry said as he came over and saw a picture close to the medal of a pretty women with red hair.

"Please don't be sad Harry, I'm sure they're happy to know your safe. They would be happy to know you're a good person," Neville said as he noticed Harry sadden expression. "Oh look, Professor Black won a medal too!"

"Oh bloody hell! That's it's," Ron said as he started to look though the trophies.

"Ron, what are you doing?," Neville said looking at Ron who seem to be rummaging through old trophies.

"Prefect for two years, first place in the schools national dueling championship in 74, 75 & 79, Potions Championship in 74; okay, I'm impressed," Ron said looking at his Professors achievement, though it's strange; someone of his abilities shouldn't just be a teacher, although he was technically forced.

They heard a sudden movement and a soon meow that came with it.

"Oh no, it's Filch's cat!," Hermione said as she quickly hid to which the boys soon followed suite.

They hid behind the older trophies and looked at the head boy list of records to see two familiar name once more.

1978 Gryffindor:James Potter

1979 Slytherin:Regulus Black

"Bloody Hell, is there anything he can't do?!? He's even worse then Percy!" Ron cried out which had Harry and Hermione cover his mouth with a shush.

"Come on, this way," Harry said as they hid behind the suits of armor, careful not to make a sound.

To with Peeves the poltergeist, took notice of them and started to make a ruckus near there hiding place catching the attention of others patrolling the school.

"Run!" Neville said as he went off in a sprint to a corridor as the others followed till they make there way to a door.

"It won't open, it's locked." Ron said trying to open the door.

"Oh move over," Hermione said pushing Ron out of the way.

"Alohomora," Hermione said pointing her wand to the door as it unlocked letting the kid get inside.

"Alohomora?" Ron questioned to Hermione once they closed the door.

"Standard Book of Spells, chapter seven." She replied bluntly, but by now the children took notice at the room at hand, or more like, the paw in the room that was accompanied by a very large black dog who now took notice of them and pretty sound; they scream.

They quickly got out of the room, holding back the door to stop the creature from getting through shutting it back tight as the dog continued to beat on it.

"Mister Potter, Mister Weasley. Mister Longbottom and Miss Granger too! Why are you four out this late!"

Extra

•I imagine Professor Quirrell pretending to be even more fearful because not only does he have Severus to worry about but Regulus too.

•Regulus offers in helping the Quidditch player in all the houses which only makes that games more intense, of course Wood doesn't want to let any of the Gryffindor team go because the 'enemies' will see.

• Whatever house wins the Quidditch cup Regulus wears the team color the next day; the other teachers go along with it to and McGonagall in upset because she hasn't had the chance to wear read in years.

[luv4fandoms]

Christmas Angel (Spn Gabriel X Reader)

@freakygirlforeve7-blog-blog. Suggested

So sorry this took so long, my house got a bit busy working on Christmas gifts and for some reason this story took me a bit to actually come up with lol. But I hope you enjoy it! 😊

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

Words: 2,355

You wiped your eyes while you wandered around, the light snow falling softly, dusting your hair and shoulders as you called once more for your dog. How many years would this happen? How many more loved ones would you lose? You felt cursed, afraid that you were simply meant to be alone. The first year had been your grandmother, the next year, your beloved family cat (C/N), then your grandfather, then your oldest dog (D/N), then your aunt, and now your other dog (D/N), every year around Christmas you always lost someone close, and the weight of it crushed even the smallest spark of "Christmas spirit". 

The holiday was done for you, long since lost it's magic, and you dreaded it every year. Sighing, you sat down on a nearby park bench and tried to warm your hands. You had been looking for (D/N) for days, and still no trace of them, it was like they just vanished into thin air. While lost in thought, you hadn't noticed the stranger approach the bench, so it started you when a voice spoke up.

"Why so down sugarplum?" 

Looking up you were met with the most beautiful whiskey eyes.

"Oh...Um" you started, but couldn't find the words and couldn't break your gaze. He quirked an eyebrow, a small smirk gracing his lips while he watched you fumble for a sentence. Finally you seemed to find the willpower to stop staring and instead look at the ground.

"My dog is lost...So I'm out looking for them" You replied, fighting back the tears, you didn't need to break down in front of him. 

"Awe I'm so sorry sugar, how long have they been missing?" He asked, looking up at him again he looked genuinely concerned.

"A couple of days, I'm hoping...Since today had been the first day it snowed" you trailed off, not wanting to even voice your concerns, though, the way your life was...You knew that was the most likely of outcomes.

"Why don't I help you look for them?" He offered after a moment.

"Oh no it's ok really" 

"Nonsense buttercup" he dismissed you, before adding.

"Besides, with two people we're bound to find the pooch sooner right?" He smiled, you finally took a good look at the man; he looked like he was maybe in his early thirties, light golden brown hair, whiskey colored eyes, a gray t-shirt, leather jacket and blue jeans...honestly...He was hot. 

"I suppose you're right" you smiled back, standing from the bench.

"I'm (y/n)" you smiled

"My dog's name is (D/N)"

"Gabriel" he replied, coming to stand beside you.

"Let's start our search for the infamous (D/N)" he added with a wink and held out his arm for you. With a smile you took it and the two of you began your search. He asked you where you usually take your dog after the park, you replied with your old house, having grown up in that neighborhood, you still knew a lot of people there and visited often. While you both made your way towards the neighborhood, Gabriel made small talk, asking things like what kind of music did you like? Favorite foods? Simple things, you also found out he worked at a local college.

"So how come you moved?" He asked once you entered the neighborhood and began looking around for (D/N).

"My parents and I lived there with my grandma, it was my mom's childhood home, but after my grandmother passed, my mom said it was too painful living there...So we moved" You explained, remembering how your grandmother had been the first in this long line to pass.

"I'm sorry for your loss" he spoke while running his thumb over the hand that was still wrapped around his arm, surprisingly it helped hold back the tears.

"How long ago did she pass?"

"Six years" he nodded, both of you falling silent as you continued to walk, still searching for (D/N). You stopped a few moments later, looking up at the old house that held so many memories. You remembered growing up on that porch swing, taking the stairs inside two at a time much to your mother's worry. You remembered playing hopscotch on the driveway, coming home from school, learning to drive here...even having your first kiss on those very same front porch steps.

Gabriel dragged you from your swimming thoughts with a tap on the arm, looking over at him he pointed to the front gate which was open.

"I take it no one lives here soo...Worth a shot right?" He asked before pulling you into the yard to check around the house.

"I bet you always had a lot of fun around this time of the year" he stated from in front of you, still walking along the house.

"Why would you guess that?"You asked, honestly confused, he simply shrugged. Before answering.

"You just seem like the type who likes Christmas is all" he looked back at you with a smile, and in that moment you wondered if he was being honest, or teasing you about your sour disposition. But his words did bring back more memories, ones of you, your mother and grandmother all in the kitchen baking cookies and pies. It was something you all loved to do, and it became a tradition around Christmas time. You used to joke and say that you were going to grow up and become a baker...But lately you didn't have the drive to do much of anything...Feeling like it wouldn't even matter in the end. As you finished rounding the house, your shoulders slumped, still no sign of (D/N). Seeing your saddened expression, Gabriel rested his hand on your shoulder, causing you to once again get lost in his gaze.

"Hey, we still have plenty of daylight, let's keep looking" he smiled, you gave a small smile back before you both continued on your way, you explained that you would also walk (D/N) into town sometimes, so you both began walking towards town. Gabriel started up the simple conversations once more, it surprised you how easy it was to talk to him, like he was an old friend, it also surprised you how comfortable you were around him, a stranger you had only met  earlier that day. He was the jokester type, that was for sure, and he could easily put a smile on your face which he seemed to enjoy doing because every time your laughter would die down you would catch him staring at you, a small smile on his own lips.

"Come on! You have to have some big plans for the future. I know! An actress, no no, a model, ya know, why not both?" He teased after you had stated that you didn't know what to do in life. 

"I don't see either of those things in the cards for me" you gave a slight laugh, eyes looking forward at the lighted window displays inside each shop, the sun had set only a little bit ago, and now the town was lit by joyous Christmas scenes.

"Why not? You're beautiful enough" he replied, catching you off guard and your cheeks to reddened not just from the cold. Your eyes met his whiskey ones again, though this time the twinkling lights surrounding you both made them constantly shift between whiskey and honey, and you found yourself getting lost in them just as you had that morning. Gabriel was so far, as cliche as it sounded, what you had always looked for in a guy, sweet, caring, a sense of humor, and very easy on the eyes. There was this strange pull to him, and an odd sense of safety and...home...That you hadn't felt in a long time. But the nagging reminder of your unlucky life had you looking away, already knowing that the two of you wouldn't work, you were doomed to be alone if fate had anything to do with it. 

"Thank you, but...How my life is…Nothing good will ever come my way" 

"What do you mean (Y/N)?" He asked, the first time he used your actual name all day. You sighed, unsure if you should unload all this emotional baggage on him, but one look back at him brought back that sense of safety, like you could tell him anything and he would make it better. Looking down at the ground you started.

"You were wrong...When you said I looked like someone who liked Christmas...I did, at one point. But after everything..The first year I lost grandmother, the next year, the family cat (C/N), then my grandfather passed, then my oldest dog (D/N), then my aunt died, and now (D/N) is missing, every year around Christmas I always lose someone close. So that's why Christmas has lost its luster, and that's why I don't see anything good happening for me in the future...Fate doesn't like me very much." You sighed, never once looking up at him...You wouldn't be surprised if he left, he would probably fear for his own life, after all, you were like walking bad luck. So when he grabbed your hands, you quickly looked up, seeing that small smile on his face.

"Screw fate, you've had some horrible things happen, and for that I really am sorry, but if there is anything I have learned from living amongst people...in this town" he laughed.

"It's that people can change their lives at any moment, no matter what plans some divine cosmic being has in store for them" he stated, and even though he still had that smile, the conviction in his voice made him seem like he knew much more than he showed.

"What did you always want to be?" He asked, confusing you as you looked at him, tilting your head slightly.

"You said no to model and actress, though I still think you could absolutely do both" he stated with a wink.

"So what did little Y/N always want to do when she grew up?"

"I...wanted to be a baker" you answered, blushing slightly at the awed expression he gave you.

"You are even more perfect than I imagined" he whispered causing you to laugh.

"Then be a baker! Look!" He dragged you over to an empty shop.

"This could be yours, I can see it now Y/N's tasty treats" he motioned across the glass, earning another laugh from you.

"You seem like a strong and stubborn person, don't let some silly little thing like fate stop you sugarplum" he stated, returning to your side, you looked at him again, getting lost in his gaze for what felt like the millionth time that day, the smile never leaving your lips as you asked.

"Then what led us to meet?" You asked 

"I've been to that park almost everyday,I've never once seen you" you added.

"You'd have remembered me?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows and causing you to giggle again.

"Of course" you smirked.

"Well, maybe fate decided to be nice for once" he shrugged.

"Well...I'm glad" you smiled.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm really glad I met you today Gabriel"

"I'm glad we met too sugar" he smiled, and again, the feeling of home swept over you, maybe fate was being nice for once, maybe your luck was finally turning around, maybe just maybe…

"Awww" a woman stated while she and her boyfriend passed by, looking over at them for a moment you looked back at Gabriel confused, he simply smiled and pointed up. Right above your heads, hanging from a tree branch was a small piece of mistletoe. Blushing you looked back at Gabriel who simply shrugged.

"Only if you want to sugarplum" smiling, you slowly leaned in, Gabriel meeting you halfway, and your heart feeling like it wasn't shattered for the first time in years. His hands rested on your hips while yours rested on his shoulders, the kiss deepening while only one thought crossed your mind...Maybe you didn't have to be alone.

Breaking the kiss you rested your forehead against his, smiling while you tried to catch your breath.

"Wow" you spoke after a moment, causing him to laugh.

"I'll take that as a complement, and right back at cha sugarplum" he smiled. Maybe he was right, maybe fate was a silly thing, but at that moment you were happy it led you to him. Just as you were about to state that though, you felt something brush against your leg, and upon looking down you couldn't stop the tears.

"D/N!" You cried out, dropping to your knees and hugging the dog, their smiling face making you smile as well.

"The mystery of the missing D/N has been solved! Good work agent Y/N" Gabriel joked, getting down to pet D/N as well. You looked over at him and felt your breath hitch, from here, the Christmas lights gave him an ethereal glow, almost...Angelic in a way. That thought had you giggling at how accurate it was. A Christmas angel.

"What's up sugarplum?" 

"Nothing...It's just...You're kind like mine and D/Y's guardian angel" you blushed and looked at D/N, but caught the smile Gabriel gave you from the corner of your eye.

"Anytime you need me" he whispered to you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek before standing up.

"Now how about I escort you two home safely huh? After all, as your angel I have my duties" he stated with a wink, holding out his hand for you.

"Just angel duties?" You asked as you stood up.

"Well...I've always been one to mix business and pleasure" he smirked, wrapping his arm around you while the two of you began to walk, D/N trotting happily beside you both. Looking over at him once more you couldn't help but smile...Yeah...Fate finally decided to be nice to you, and maybe this Christmas wouldn't be so bad.

I hope you all enjoyed it! Let me know what you think!

Also I was largely inspired by this quote.

[nempthis]

August 29th, 2022

My happiness died the day I lost my cat

On August 27th, I went out early because I have a 15 hour theoretical driving course at Buhi so I have to stay there for 2 days and 1 night. It's far away from where I live and I have to leave Neptune to my housemate again. I was pretty confident that there will be no instances wherein Neptune will cause trouble because he's been behave and he also developed a routine where he goes out at 4 am then eventually comes back again. Sometimes he's just out of the door step and will meow at me if he wants to go back inside. According to my housemate, Neptune was just sleeping inside my room the whole day of 27th like he usually does and before my housemate went to bed, she checked Neptune in my room. She even took pics and video of Neptune just laying on my bed. I was relieved that he was there that night. I also told my housemate to leave my room door open as well as the living room window because Neptune has to go out at 4 am to take shit or piss but he will be back eventually. I slept that night with no worries, I was at ease to know that my cat was inside the apartment and safe.

August 28th around lunch time, I asked my housemate how Neptune was and she told me that he went missing around 10 am. She tried to find Neptune but no signs of him at all. I thought to myself, Neptune doesn't listen to other calls except to my voice or Gek's so that's probably why my housemate couldn't find Neptune at the time. Maybe if I look for him, that's when he'll show up so I didn't worry much.

I went home around 5 or 6pm and Gek and I started to look for him immediately. I searched for his hangout and hidding place but didn't hear a single meow from him. We searched outside the compound for hours until night falls but no sign of Neptune. It's not common for my house cat to ran away like this. I was thinking maybe he was abducted? But he won't let other people touch him unless it's me or Gek. He's difficult to catch too so it's possible that he did ran away. Neptune doesn't like the noisy and unfamiliar outside world so it's odd that he ran away. I am confused as hell to think as to why he suddenly disappeared.

I couldn't help but to cry and breakdown, losing all hope to find him. I mean I miss Neptune so much and I've been longing to see him since the day I left him. All these theories in my head, what ifs and broken beliefs... It breaks me. It's unfair that I lost my cat and suffer like this because I have been good so I don't deserve to be punished and I deserve Neptune. I sacrificed so much for him. He's more than than just a pet to me. I had purpose when I had him. He's my companion in this lonely life. To lose him all of a sudden is so much to take. I can't help but to remember when he was still here with me. I've never been this sad in a long time. Who would've thought that this will happen to me? I trust Neptune even though I can't control him but why did he ran away? Why did he disappear? I didn't get enough sleep last night because I was so worried about Neptune. I'm used of him on my side at all times so Neptune being not around is a whole new experience to me.

I bet he hasn't eaten or drink yet. Maybe he's trapped somewhere, lost in other dangerous cat's turf, maybe he wants to go home but he couldn't remember his route, maybe he's thinking of me and the love and comfort I provided him as he sulk in the dark and fear embraces him. Maybe he's full of regrets, thinking he shouldn't have ran away and wait for me to return but I can't disregard the fact that he might be abducted by someone although he's wearing a fucking collar. Days before I lost him, we spent so much bonding time and if I ever lose him I don't know what to feel and I can't probably deal with the loss and days after, it already happened and my peace was on fire ever since.

Today I woke up with a heavy heart, knowing that he's still lost out there. I tried to look for him once again until I decided to wait for him to come back. Neptune makes my life lighter to be honest and I never loved anything in my life as I love Neptune.

The sole reason why I don't wanna leave for Canada yet is Neptune but he ended up leaving me first. I've never been this hurt and heartbroken in a while. Maybe this is meant to happen in the first place because I can't avoid but to go out and sleep somewhere not in my room and I can't control Neptune. All I can do was to train him to stay indoors and come back immediately when he's out but a cat is a cat. If it peaks their interests, no one can stop them even their owners.

I just want him back to my life. I've lost enough pets in the past so I take care of Neptune better this time. But I guess I can't defeat this destiny. Maybe that was the only given time that I got to spend with Neptune before he was taken from me. At least I gave him all my love and I became his whole life. That's a score even though the time given to us was short.

I miss him and I still have high hopes to find him or he comes back to me. I know things will never be the same again without Neptune, Chuni, Chuni boi, Nepz, and Chunchuni.

Just cute pix of nepz. I bought him that pillow pad that he never use, only for the purpose of this pic

[plume8now]

Wrong Number

Pairings: LawLu, ZoSan, MarcoAce, Saboala

Summary: “Why do you care? We don't know each other.” – Torao “Of course I know you, you gave me your number and your name, Torao!” – Luffy “Wait, what? No, it was a mistake. And my name is Law, not 'Torao'.” – Torao “Torao is good too.” – LuffyLaw only wanted Bepo to help him at the hospital, he never asked to have this "Luffy" guy as a SMS penpal, all of this because he typed a wrong number!

Warnings: Humor, Wrong number, phone texts, SMS discussions, Fluff, Romance, Crush, AU, Friendship, Nakamaship, Meatloaf's great cat, Teasing, jokes & puns, Light Angst, introvert & extrovert characters, Social Issues

A/N: *SCREAM OF VICTORY* I. DID. IT! I posted this chapter. I wrote it. WooOow.  Now, I really hope you'll like it, but I can't promise you will. You decide. Thank you all for your comments on AO3/ff, your support on Tumblr, and especially to @lululawlawlu who's always telling how much they like what I write (let's be honest I drew a lot for 6 months instead of writing and really thought I would never go back to writing and wasn't really happy about that).Okay I'm gonna stop now. I'm just so excited. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 =[AO3 - ff]=

“[Picture MMS]” – Luffy

“Meatloaf's such a lazy cat” – Luffy

“I'm bored and he doesn't want to play!” – Luffy

“Honestly when are you NOT bored?” – Torao

“Sometimes I'm not. When I talk to you for example!” – Luffy

[…]

“Hey I just realized!” – Luffy

“I never asked you if you had a pet!” – Luffy

“I don't recall you asking yea” – Torao

“And??” – Luffy

“I... don't have a common pet.” – Torao

“[Picture MMS]” – Torao

“OMG SO COOL” – Luffy

“WHAT'S THIS?” – Luffy

“Iguana.” – Torao

“That's its name??” – Luffy

“... No. The name of the species.” – Torao

“What's the name then?” – Luffy

“I didn't give it a name.” – Torao

“W h y” – Luffy

“щ(ºДºщ)” – Luffy

“... Because I didn't” – Torao

“No, you must.” – Luffy

“Does it breATHE FIRE?” – Luffy

“CAN IT FLY?” – Luffy

“It looks like a DRAGON” – Luffy

“No. It can't. It's a freaking Iguana.” – Torao

“Call it Komodo” – Luffy

“I was expecting anything related to food I'm kinda surprised.” – Torao

“Komodo dragons aren't iguanas Luffy-ya.” – Torao

“Well you must give it a name!!!” – Luffy

“Why is it so important?” – Torao

“Because it's your daily friend!” – Luffy

“Call it Lizard.” – Luffy

“That's just a widder name of species.” – Torao

“Saying no to Reptile right now.” – Torao

“Okay fine!” – Luffy

“Just find a name yourself then!” – Luffy

“You're not gonna let it go are you” – Torao

“Nope.” – Luffy

“I'll think about it.” – Torao

“°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°” – Ace

“(☆▽☆)” – Luffy

“໒( ͡ᵔ ▾ ͡ᵔ )७” – Ace

“ー( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ” – Luffy

““(ง ͠ ͠° ل͜ °)ง" - Ace

“(ง •̀ゝ•́)ง" - Luffy

“ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ So how's your life and job?” – Ace

“I've only broken 6 dishes this week. Zoro says it's progress d=(´▽｀)=b” – Luffy

“I'm still wondering how they didn't fire you already, to be honest.” – Ace

“I know right! ( ᐛ )و ” – Luffy

“By the way, we're wandering in your country right now with Marco, are you free tonight? (^-^) Sabo told me he was ready to come too!” – Ace

“REALLY? (ง ˃̶͈̀ᗨ˂̶͈́)۶  Yeah, awesome! Come whenever you want!” – Luffy

“Marco absolutely wants to add one condition though 〜(￣▽￣〜) ” – Ace

“Which is?” – Luffy

“You're not doing dinner.” – Ace

“Shishishi don't worry, I won't!” – Luffy

“Great. See you tonight then! Ｏ(≧ᗨ≦)Ｏ ” – Ace

“ o(≧∇≦o) Yeah!!” – Luffy

“Do you have any siblings?” – Luffy

“Why suddenly interested in my private life?” – Torao

“What are you saying, Torao? I've always been interested in you!” – Luffy

“Indeed. And you always were very discreet.” – Torao

“You're avoiding the question, Torao!” – Luffy

“Maybe” – Torao

“Maybe?” – Luffy

[…]

“Why the sad face?” – Bepo

“I don't have a sad face.” – Law

“You're not smiling either.” – Bepo

“Are you going to assume that I'm sad each time I don't smile?” – Law

“No, 'cause then you'd be sad constantly.” – Bepo

“KIDDING PUT THAT KNIFE DOWN!” – Bepo

“If you have something to tell me you can also open the door and say it instead of spying on me behind the windows.” – Law

“I was just looking at you, not spying” – Bepo

“What's with the aggrissivity anyway? Something bad with Luffy?” – Bepo

“No. Why would it have anything to do with him? My life isn't reduced around that guy.” – Law

“Here it goes again...” – Bepo

[…]

“Are you okay?” – Bepo

“Heya Luffy! How're you and Iron-Cat doing? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧” ” – Franky

“His name's Meatloaf, Franky, but we're fine!” – Luffy

“I do believe a name is a word suiting the one wearing it. What if Cat2D2 doesn't like it? Oh wait no, Cat3PO! God, my names are pretty nice. And he always seems to enjoy them.” – Franky

“Of course, 'coz they're all robots related names! Who wouldn't like them?” – Luffy

“So you do admit Baby-Voltron is better?” – Franky

“Baby-Voltron?” – Luffy

“Voltron is a tiger. Cats are baby tigers! Ingenious, right?” – Franky

[...]

“No.” – Luffy

“Once again, you're a terrible liar. I know your eyes are amazed.” – Franky

“Whatever, the name's Meatloaf!!” – Luffy

“Astro-Cat.” – Franky

[...]

“RobotCat” – Franky

“Kitty-Bender” – Franky

[...]

“Ultron-Cat?” – Franky

[...]

“I take that as a confirmation for the fabulous names I made up.” – Franky

“Meatloaf!” – Luffy

“Catimus Prime” – Franky

“Torao?” – Luffy

[…]

“Did I say something wrong?” – Luffy

[…]

“I had a surgery to take care of” – Torao

“You really not are patient, are you?” – Torao

“Shishishi, I guess so” – Luffy

“So 'bout your family? o(^▽^)o” –  Luffy

“I had a sister” – Torao

“Had?” – Luffy

[...]

“She passed away a few years ago.” – Torao

“How was she?” – Luffy

“As stubborn and noisy as you” – Torao

“How can you tell I'm noisy?” – Luffy

“Oh, I just can.” – Torao

“You're really incredible, Torao ˉ(´ᗨ`)ˉ ” – Luffy

“Hey Luffy (ง •ૅ౪•᷄)ว , Sabo here! Ready for tonight??” – Sabo

“Yeah!! When will you guys be here?” – Luffy

“I'm already in town, but I think I lost Koala (''￣▽￣) Could we meet somewhere?” – Sabo

“Of course! Remember where Nami stole your wallet, the place near the huge fountain?” – Luffy

“Damn right I remember the ice-cream seller thought I was stealing from him!” – Sabo

“Shishishi, she already apologized she didn't know you were my brother! Anyway, let's go there? And tell Koala!” – Luffy

“Will do! (ノ^∇^) ” – Sabo

“I know!!! FireFly!” – Luffy

“I told you. Doesn't fly. Doesn't fire.” – Torao

“Urg you're so not fun” – Luffy

“Yoi, Luffy! Did Ace tell you?” – Pineapple-Head

“What about?” – Luffy

“Coming tonight, yoi” – Pineapple-Head

“Yeah he did! Great to see you guys again, been a while!” – Luffy

“Sure! But- did he say something specifically, yoi? – Pineapple-Head

“About dinner?” – Luffy

“Yeah, about that-yoi” – Pineapple-Head

“Not against you, but last time everyone almost died so...” – Pineapple-Head

“I was just feeling like if we could avoid it that'd be nice, yoi.” – Pineapple-Head

“No prob I understand! But I don't remember there was nothing particular last time, was it?” – Luffy

[...]

“That's exactly what's worrying me, see” – Pineapple-Head

“That that was something normal for you Ace and Sabo, yoi” – Pineapple-Head

“Shishi I guess” – Luffy

“But y'know btw, I think it's funny but you don't always have to say 'yoi' when texting!” – Luffy

[...]

“Yoi” – Pineapple-Head

“YOI” – Pineapple-Head

“YOI” – Pineapple-Head

“YOI” – Pineapple-Head

“YOIIIII YOI YOI Y O I Yoiiiii yoi yOI~” – Pineapple-Head

[…]

“?? Okay （・∀・） ” – Luffy

“Sorry Luffy, that was Ace. Stole my phofkohdldffdsklj” – Pineapple-Head

[...]

“To make fun of me” – Pineapple-Head

“Shishi that's alright, I figured!” – Luffy

“That was fun.” – Ace

“Well done (ી(΄◞ิ౪◟ิ‵)ʃ) ” – Luffy

“ (ી(΄◞ิ౪◟ิ‵)ʃ) ” – Ace

“Meet me at the fountain in 20 minutes? Luffy's waiting for us there” – Sabo

“I'm on my way! But that's really close, could be there in less than 20 minutes?” – Koala

[...]

“Don't tell me you're in a food store again” – Koala

“Might be?” – Sabo

“You are a lost cause” – Koala

“We're supposed to have a meeting in a few minutes to have dinner with your brothers! Who'd eat before a dinner?” – Koala

“They had free sashimis!” – Sabo

“Why do I even bother asking” – Koala

“Do you?” – Torao

“Do I?” – Luffy

“Have siblings” – Torao

“Two older brothers! They're coming tonight at my place!” – Luffy

“They live far away?” – Torao

“Kinda, Sabo's working on missions and stuff like that with Koala very often and Ace moves out every two years with Pineapple-guy, they can't stand remaining at the same place for too long.” – Luffy

[...]

“... Koala and Pineapple-guy?” – Torao

“Koala's Sabo's girlfriend and I keep forgetting Ace's boyfriend's name but his head does look like that fruit” – Luffy

[...]

“I know I should be used to this by now but somehow I'm not” – Torao

“Shishishi that's good~ Life without surprises is boring!” – Luffy

“If you say so” – Torao

“Do you like cats?” – Zoro

“Of course I like cats, why wouldn't I?” – Sanji

“Yeah of course you like cats. Remember, you told Luffy you'd 'help' with Nuisance or something just to bother me.” – Zoro

“Not everything's about you, shitty marimo.” – Sanji

“Anyways. I'll drop by tonight, no need to buy stuff I'll give you everything” – Zoro

“... I'm not taking Luffy's cat.” – Sanji

“He won't notice, his brothers are coming tonight!” – Zoro

“That's worse he'll notice even more since he'll want to introduce him to them!” – Sanji

“Please just take it” – Zoro

“That's kidnapping, I'm not doing this” – Sanji

“Technically that's catnapping” – Zoro

“That's a no” – Sanji

“C'mon curly-brow. I never ask you anything.” – Zoro

“That's not what I recall from yesterday evening...” – Sanji

“You practically begged, if I recall well” – Sanji

“What a delightful memory” – Sanji

[…]

“I can bet anything you want you're blushing and deleting those messages.” – Sanji

“That cat is getting fatter and fatter, always in my way and ripping my stuff apart but I'm pretty sure you could get along. After all Nuisance's also your middle name.” – Zoro

“Don't worry I'll remind it to you as much as I can to cure this sudden Alzheimer (• ‾⌣ ‾•)و ♡” – Sanji

“Fuck you” – Zoro

“You wish” – Sanji

“Die” – Zoro

“┌∩┐(ಠ_ಠ)┌∩┐” – Zoro

“♡” – Sanji

“[Picture MMS]” – Luffy

“We're having the best dinner ever!” – Luffy

“I'm pretty sure you never tasted food as good as Sanji's!” – Luffy

“Hey, maybe you should come one day to give it a try!” – Luffy

[…]

“Okay now there's something wrong.” – Bepo

“Would you please stop sending texts once for all when I'm in the same room.” – Law

“You literally threatened to stab me last time, I want to keep my distances!” – Bepo

[…]

“If you ever need to talk just remember I've always been here and will always be.” – Bepo

“[Picture MMS]” – Luffy

“Pineapple-guy's complaining about us not sharing food. I thought he knew us better than that. Food's something you gotta earn!（￣ー￣）” – Luffy

[…]

“Thanks again for yesterday, Luffy! Amazing time. Let's meet again soon!” – Sabo

“Yeah!! Can't wait for next time -(๑☆‿ ☆#)ᕗ! ” – Luffy

"-(๑☆▽ ☆#)ᕗ" - Sabo

“Amazing evening. Seeing Marco pouting was priceless. Must do it again!” – Ace

“Of course! °˖✧◝(^▿^)◜✧˖° ” – Luffy

“I can't believe you called him Pineapple-Head all night though.” – Ace

“Can't remember his name, not my fault 」(￣▽￣」) ” – Luffy

“It's been years Luffy” – Ace

“Well yeah he should be used to it!” – Luffy

“Stop talking behind my back to your brother, yoi” – Marco

“Me? Never. How can you believe such a thing?” – Ace

“I have eyes. I know you, yoi. I know that smile.” – Marco

[…]

“Portgas D. Ace, suppress this smirk from your face at once.” – Marco

[…]

“(≖ᴗ≖๑)” – Ace

“I'm divorcing our relationship.” – Marco

“We're not married (≖ᴗ≖๑) ” – Ace

“I'm unrelationshipping us.” – Marco

“As if you could.” – Little Fucker

“Pineapple.” – Little Fucker

“Pineyoipple.” – Little Fucker Until The End

“And deleting your number.” – Pineyoipple

“Meatloaf looks sick, Zoro swears he didn't do anything. I'm not sure I trust him on this, I caught him on the phone yesterday yelling at Sanji for being a cat kidnapper coward. Sounded suspicious!” – Luffy

[...]

“I've been thinking maybe we feed him too much, he looks fatter than before.” – Luffy

[…]

“Are you busy again?” – Luffy

“Working on Sundays shouldn't be allowed.” – Luffy

“I have to work again at the Baratie for the whole evening!” – Luffy

“Sounds unfair.” – Luffy

“Just because I forgot to tell them I was taking a break yesterday.” – Luffy

“Maybe that wasn't the first time BUT STILL!” – Luffy

“I can't leave Meatloaf like that.” – Luffy

“Where are you?” – Luffy

“Out. Why?” – Zoro

“I'm out of money, can you lend me some?” – Luffy

“You're asking me?” – Zoro

“Uh, right, should've known better.” – Luffy

“Now that hurts. I still can manage!” – Zoro

“Don't ask Nami she's gonna ruin you” – Zoro

“I know what I'm saying don't ask her” – Zoro

“Nami, I need you to give me some money!” – Luffy

[…]

“I stared at this message for a few minutes and I still can't believe it exists.” – Nami

“That's about Meatloaf. He's sick. I need to take him to the vet!” – Luffy

“Meatloaf-Mop-Cat? You mean your cat?” – Nami

“Yeah!!” – Luffy

“Well not really surprised I actually wonder how didn't he get sick before.” – Nami

“Hey! That's mean!” – Luffy

“Alright I'm coming. We'll see there.” – Nami

“Thank you!” – Luffy

“She agreed!” – Luffy

“Don't trust her she's a witch.” – Zoro

“By the way dear, you still owe me those 3 000 berries remember?” – Nami

[…]

“Don't ignore me I know you read this message your phone betrayed me.” – Nami

“[Picture MMS – screenshot]” – Nami

“Fuck it.” - Zoro

“What was it even for?!” – Zoro

“Each time I had to help you financially when you ended up out of town without anything to pay for the transports throughout the year.” – Nami

“Time to tell the truth, Luffy! Have you and Law met yet?” – Shachi and Penguin

“Huh? Nah, why?” – Luffy

[…]

“...” – Shachi and Penguin

“H O W” – Shachi and Penguin

“How wat” – Luffy

“How did you keep up this relationship with him??” – Shachi and Penguin

“I mean it tooks us years to get his number? And we literally saw him everyday? And you just randomly got it?” – Shachi and Penguin

“Is that so incredible? .-.” – Luffy

“YEAH.” – Shachi and Penguin

“If you say so” – Luffy

“THEY DIDN'T FUCKING MEET” – Shachi

“Speechless.” – Penguin

“That was to expect” – Bepo

“What?” – Shachi

“Well, didn't you notice? When you think you finally know Law, he's always proving you wrong right at that moment.” – Bepo

“True...” – Shachi

“Damnit.” – Penguin

“So they're what? Internet friends?” – Penguin

“Not even. They didn't meet on a network.” – Bepo

“Amazing. I'm gonna type a few wrong numbers be back in a while.” – Shachi

“Uh” – Penguin

“That's not obviously gonna work you know?” – Bepo

“It worked with Trafalgar Freaking Law though?” – Penguin

“Yeah well you don't know who's the guy he's talking to either” – Bepo

“Still doing it!” – Shachi

“Well that's gonna be fun I'm coming” – Penguin

“...” – Bepo

“Okay wait for me!” – Bepo

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[miserablemistakes]

Rest in Peace

It's been 3 months since you passed away. I feel bad for sometimes forgetting that you're gone. Sometimes I talk about you to my coworkers, saying "Oh Spot does this, Spot does that," but then it hits me that you're not here anymore. You were one of the most important things in my life. You were my best friend, you were the best thing that could ever happen to us as a family. You gave us so much happiness. The whole family loved you so much. You were such a blessing. I still can't believe that you're really gone. We had you for so many years, through the biggest ups and downs of our lives. Funny thing is, we had always said we needed to give you away. That my mom couldn't have you around anymore because you were making her sick. But we never gave you away. My mom never let that happen. She always wanted to keep you around. Even knowing that you made her asthma more active, she still refused to let you go. I remember seeing you so happy and playful at 320. I would always steal you from my brothers room when he went out, because he wouldn't let me have you, even for an hour. I let you roam in my room, and we watched movies, TV, cuddled. We even shared some food! You are the best cat that a family could have ever asked for. You were the best, best friend that I could have ever asked for. When I was sad, you would come and lay with me, and purr and let me cuddle with you. Times flies by, since you've been gone. Sometimes I thank work for being there, because if it weren't for it, I'd be sitting at home, crying every night knowing you aren't here anymore. I know you wouldn't want that. You would've wanted all of us to stay positive, and go on and be happy. Sometimes I lie awake at night, thinking of all the great times we had together. It makes me sad, and of course I cry, but I'm just glad that you're finally free of all the pain you were in. You deserve to be up there, playing with all the other kitties, and eating all the wet food that you could have. You were always a fat kitty, that's for sure. Even in your final days, you still would try to eat, knowing you couldn't really keep it down. You just wanted to make sure to let my mom know that you were trying your hardest to stay with us. In the end, you were just getting too old, and too tired, and you wanted to sleep now. It was hard to say goodbye, but it was for the best.

I'm just sad that we couldn't save you anymore. Now, I barely talk about this, because it always brings bad memories, but I just feel like I should let you know. When I found out that you had passed, my heart was shattered. At first, I didn't want to believe it. I wanted to keep on dreaming that you were still with us, that you were holding on, just for a little bit. Sadly, that wasn't the case. My mom told me that you passed the day before, probably around the middle of the day, when we were all at work. We all feel sorry that you died on your own. We're all so sorry that you took your final breath, when we weren't there to hold your paw. My mom took it the hardest. We were all saying that it would be best to put you down, so the pain would go away, but we ended up not. I told my mom, that I knew if you wanted to pass, you wouldn't want to be alone. And we all missed it. That will be one of the biggest regrets I'll have for the rest of my life. Knowing that we didn't get to hold your paw goodbye. I'm sorry, Spot. I'm really, really sorry. When my mom and I saw each other, she said we had to go to the store. I was a little confused at first, but once she explained to me, I knew what she meant. In her mind, she could still feel, and see, a heartbeat, going slow, but still going. She kept telling my dad "see! He's still breathing, I can see his chest moving up and down!" But my dad knew that she just wanted to believe that. I agreed with my dad on it, until I myself witnessed it. So we went to the store and bought a small mirror, knowing that a trick is to put it up to your nose to see if it would fog. I mean, we both hoped that you were still alive, just a little bit. Just so you didn't have to die alone. So after we get the mirror, we go back. She tells me to wait in the car, and she'll go and check, just so I wouldn't have to see. So she comes back, and she just nods, and I know. She asked me if I wanted to see, so I did. I went and I saw you. My mom had you in a little box, and had you covered with a little towel, just so you could stay warm and cozy. When I lifted the towel, I already knew you were gone. I could just see it. It broke my heart to see you. You looked so small. But, in the end you looked at peace. I put the mirror up to your nose. Nothing. I checked to see if I could sense a pulse. Sadly, I experienced what my mom did. For a split second, I thought I felt a heartbeat. A split second. But then, as fast as it came, is as fast as it went. I couldn't feel anything. I tucked you back in, to make sure you were very comfy, and I went out and closed the door. I sat there, silent. Not knowing what to feel. Sadness, anger, torture, even happiness. I just had a mix of emotions, and I didn't know what to do. I just sat there, feeling the most lost and hurt in my whole life. I didn't know how to feel. Just seeing you there, lying down, curled up like you were sleeping. It pained me to know that you were alone, but I felt happy that you were out of your pain and misery.

I never talk about this. Mainly because it just hurts inside to know that you didn't get to die with loved ones around you. You deserved to die with the people that loved and cared for you for years, surrounding you in your final moments. Just so as you closed your eyes, you knew that you were still, so loved and cherished by us all. I'm sorry, Spot. I wish I was there for you. You were the best. You ARE the best. You will always be the best. I know that I can never get that back. I know I can't go back in time, and watch you close your eyes for the last time. But what I do know, is that you're out and having all sorts of fun in kitty heaven. With all the treats and food and fun that a kitty could ever have. I bet you have your front claws back, so you could jump and go stalk some prey, like a good kitty. That, I know for sure. I know you're happy now. You're at peace. And I know, that you're watching over us, and giving us the biggest cuddles when we need it. I miss you, Spot. I always will. And I love you. I love you with all of my heart. 'Till next time, my friend. I can't wait to see you and cuddle with you once again.

Rest in Peace, Spot ❤

[elmflowers]

Fuck it. Im going ham. No one knows my main anyways let's go.

-elm flowers is amab, just a very gnc non binary (any pronouns methinks).

-porkius keeps calling him "Dr. Feathers" instead of flowers, and it drives him fucking insane. Like dude. You pay him like twelve cents total. At LEAST get the guy's name right.

-his first love is (formally known as) the anti bug system player code has (normally known as the immune system), and would've loved to made that his career. Unfortunately he entered the subbin scientific association of science and study (aka sassy unless if the research association that flowers is a head of already has a title. Disregard this if there is one) he did his job so well and had the best organization skills out of all of them he was promptly shoved to the top.

-still bitter about that. He wanted to be a immunologist/human biologist (Minecraft version) for fucks sake <//3.

-he also always hate the official name (disregard this if the association is already named) because why the fcuk would you have science twice. Whats the Point. Study doesn't even start with an y. Die.

-he still lives in present day dsmp, he doesn't look a day over 60. People keep joking that oh, grandpa flowers has lived since the pit days (assuming this is around like. 100+ years from present day dsmp? Maybe more. idk I should read the fic.) and he just Knows. Current status is "I lived through three wars while making sure my grandkid (dsmp oc of mine) didn't fucking die and all I got was this t shirt."

-despite what he'd say he does act like dirk if dirk had a vested interest in player composition.

-incredibly dedicated and professional scientist on the job. Off the job (ie when Jackie came up to him) he's way more chill and is like oh yeah my research that has like ties to every higher up official in subbin even though it's a couple months outdated, it definitely still could be used to figure out plans from the leaders? Yeah just go down the street to the inn and like take a right you can't fuckin miss it.

-he once nailed porkius on the back of the head with a raw egg and got away with it, thus winning the bet he had with jubilee.

-he does sword dancing in his off time which is why he was all dressed up to dance (pure fuckin headcanon it was probably like just regular kind of coordinated street dancing or something I should read knifetrick).

-its been a tradition on gift giving holidays/events to get him bird/feather themed stuff (a nod to porkius's frequent nickname) and give him actual nature and flower related stuff on his birthday. Along with very queer (literal meaning and gay meaning) player anatomy clothing.

-he always has a mug with him (except in the lab bc lab safety) and it's filled with a mixture from two cans of monster (white), seven shots of espresso, four cups black roasted coffee, a speed potion, as many sprinkles he feels to add in his soul (important for texture), and a tablespoon of redstone dust. He makes these in large batches. A coworker tried to sneak a drink and nearly had a heart attack and died on the spot.

-aro/ace. His grandkid is much alike tommy in the fact that they were definitely not created through natural or holy means, and done in a lab somewhere.

-is currently managing like five double blind studies at once and two very long research projects that have been going on since before he joined, and dozens of research projects from teams both within subbin's main research association and outside subbin, who are just working in subbin due to various reasons and needs help from subbin's association for y'know. Obvious reasons. So he's a little stressed.

-some dude who actually knows what it's like to manage projects like this will see this and make fun of me I can feel it.

-he just lies face down flat on his bed when he sleeps. And doesn't move or shift at all. Just flops down and snoozes.

-owns a pet black cat named javascript.

None of this is canon it's all hc from me!!! I probably should read knifetrick before going off like this but Oh Well. Also most of this is inspired from the fact that my parents are both biologist and a very big interest of mine is immunology.

Shakes the cage of my enclosure. Legit have so many ideas for Dr flowers knifetrick but I've gotta read the fic first so I understand the setting and how things work 'round here. But oh my god I have so many ideas. Soo fucking many. Too many. Someone stop me.