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fandomwritingbit · 1 year

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👻Hallowe'en Special👻

Ghosting.

Michael Afton x fem!reader.

Synop: After being abandoned by a friend at a stellar Halloween party, reader hooks up with someone in a Ghostface costume... turns out to be Michael Afton. This is a very distant sequel to Hateful with both Mike and reader being arseholes with an enemies to lovers thing going on.

Warnings: drinking, swearing, horniness, smut, public sex.

You’ve been looking forward to tonight for months. A friend of a friend spread the word about their ‘killer halloween party’ almost as soon as August rolled around and rumours of fancy dress, live music and drinking games followed suit. It sounded like just what you needed to perk you up after weeks of studying.

And now, looking at your costume laid on your bed, you can’t help but grin, it’s cheesy and a little old-fashioned, but hey, if it ain’t broke…

You’ve spent much too long getting it just right, using several sharpies, glitter and lipstick to perfect the face on your blanket, huge eyelashes on top of your eye cut-outs and big pouting lips. A fucking perfect, tarted-up blanket ghost. You complete the set-up with a pair of fishnets and chunky heels, unable to hold in your giggles when you check out the outfit in your mirror.

“Oh my god, you look crazy.” Your friend Gemma laughs, looking at herself in the reflection next to you, her playboy bunny costume a much more basic choice than yours. One could argue a more sensible one too, because you'd had to layer up so all your secrets couldn't be exposed by one big gust of wind.

“Yeah, crazy hot.” You put your hands on your hips and pose, both of you tittering like schoolgirls. It is funny, but you’re aware that the pre-drinks you’ve had are probably making it seem funnier than it is.

Your friend grabs a jacket and slings it over her shoulders, gesturing with her head that it’s time to go. “Can you even see anything?” She asks as you join her outside, looking at you sceptically as you turn around to lock your apartment door, missing the keyhole on the first try.

If she could see your face, your eye rolling would be very evident. “Yeah. I know what I’m doing.” You bring your hands to the lips of the blanket, “I even cut a hole so I can stick a straw through.” Showing her by sticking your tongue through the gap, though quickly cringing at the feeling and taste of the fabric.

“Oooh, she’s prepared.” Gemma says sarcastically, before putting a hand on your shoulder and all but forcing you to get a move on, you don’t want to be more than fashionably late after all.

One giggly taxi ride later, you and her are struggling to get out of the car without flashing anyone. And then, you're heading up the front steps to the house, where the party is already in the swing of things. A werewolf sits next to an inflatable flamingo on the steps, one smoking, the other vaping, you’re admiring their costumes when you realise the wolf is a lad from your tutor, so you stop to tell him how amazing he looks.

“Come on, y/n.” Your friend again takes your arm, her voice faux-whining. “We haven’t even got drinks yet, you can mingle in a second.”

You let her guide you, though not without a sharp glare, quickly turning to the wolf before you go, “See you later, Joe!”

As you step away, she grins at you, almost knocking over a witch’s drink sitting beside her on the top step. “Really gushing over Hoe-seph, huh?” She wiggles her eyebrows, her tone a little condescending.

You can’t help but laugh, “Shut up, you knob.” you nudge her, making her wobble on her huge heels. “You’ve got to admit he looks great.”

She scoffs in response. “Sure, he does. But it’s fucking Joe! We can do better tonight.”

…

So much for that, you think to yourself as you sip probably the cheapest lager you’ve ever tried through a curly straw. Not even an hour after you and her had arrived, she’d found a group of people she knew from law studies and buggered off with them. Right now, you can see her bunny ears peeking over the crowd and swaying slightly to the music.

You probably should have anticipated being on your lonesome.

Though that doesn’t make it any less shit.

“You alright, y/n? You here all on your own?” Someone you recognise talks loudly over the music, pulling you out of your silent thought.

You sigh, though they probably can’t hear the extent of it. “Yeah… Gemma pulled her signature move and left me in the dust.” You try to explain, having to repeat the words twice before they understand. When they do, their expression shifts in pity and they put a hand on your shoulder.

“Awww, come drink with us then, screw her.” You pull a face as you consider, before nodding and following them over to the kitchen where they and six others stand around an island drinking. It’s much brighter in there with the big lights on and you blink after being so used to the muted multi-colour lights of the living room.

Your new buddy catches your reaction. “Hey, don’t let the light sober you up. What are you drinking?” They ask, and man, you really need to buck up and ask their name.

“Uhh… whatever this is.” You twist the bottle around so they can see the label and their expression instantly reveals disapproval. Which you completely understand.

“You want another one of them?” A bloke standing next to the fridge pipes up, who you'll come to learn is called Ash.

“...Not really.” You admit and they laugh.

“Vod and coke?” Your saviour prompts with a huge bottle of smirnoff in their hand and you beam under your costume.

“Now we’re talking.”

As enjoyable as the change in drink was, it didn’t take much for it to take effect and pretty soon you’re hanging off the arm of someone you've just formed a strong drunken friendship with, and singing along to someone’s halloween playlist.

The drunkenness itself wasn’t so bad, everyone else was too and surprisingly this group was an excellent match of personalities. The main problem was that drink makes you horny. Like seriously horny. Horny enough to scan these people for a viable and interested partner. But you swiftly realise the seven of you are made up of two couples, someone that doesn't date girls and that Ash guy.

You struggle to think of who around could be your hook up. Yes, you could go find your werewolf friend, or his flamingo buddy, but that doesn’t feel too appealing.

“I’m gonna go outside… I want to smoke.” You try not to slur your words, and pat the arm of the person that led you to this drunken safe haven as you walk, or rather stumble, past. The struggle is real, especially in these heels, but you manage it. Squeezing through masses of guests and trying not to get decked by tipsy people dancing, some of them shouted sorrys at you, others stared after your form like you were in the wrong.

The cool night air was pleasant and you soak it all in as you check faces around. You recognise lots of people even through costumes but you know them too well for a quick drunken hook up, and there's no need to make your social circles awkward. But, god, you’re thirsting.

Moving down the steps and being really careful not to slip, you pull a packet of cigarettes out from under your blanket, the box warm from being pressed against your skin for so long. Then you go down the side of the house, flinching when a motion-sensor light kicks into life and illuminates the path in a dingy yellow light. It’s like the party doesn’t exist back here, the noise completely dying when you turn the corner into the back garden.

And that’s when you see him. Some guy in a full Ghostface get-up, one glove pulled up to let him scroll through his Instagram feed. You can’t help but grin under your covering, you have a special place in your heart for Ghostface, the movie one of your favourites for many reasons. Not all of them wholesome.

Placing the cigarette through the slit in your costume, you light up. Taking yourself over to slasher and standing beside him.

“Uhh hey…” He turns to you tilting his head, no doubt trying to figure out who you were under your mask and failing. “That costume is-”

You smirk as you cut him off, “Amazing? I know. Proving to be a little inconvenient though.”

“Yeah I’ll bet. Do I know you?” You make a humming noise, trying to decide if you want to know who he is. There’s something really hot about the anonymity of it, hell you can play with the idea of a Matthew Lillard or Skeet Ulrich under there. And just the thought of that spurs you on immensely.

“I’m not sure. But there’s fun in that.” The guy nods, but you can imagine a look of confusion under that sexy mask. You’re not usually this bold, but liquid courage and boredom can make anyone risqué.

The two of you fall silent for a moment, before you break it teasingly, “Well, aren’t you going to ask me?”

Ghostface scoffs in hesitation before he bites the lure. “Ask you what?”

You dramatically place a hand on your chest as you pretend to gasp. “... The Question. From the movie, you know, the one Ghostface is famous for?”

“Ohh.” he laughs as he catches on. A hand digging in his robe for a small black device that looks like a radio. He holds it up to the mask and does as you ask, “... What’s your favourite scary movie?” The voice changer is scarily movie accurate, that iconic voice that is the perfect mixture of terrifying and ridiculously hot.

You gasp for real this time, losing yourself in giggles, “That is awesome, holy shit.” You move a little closer, deciding that yeah, you want to test the waters with this fella. “Scream…” You answer, “Because I think Ghostface is really hot.”

The flirtation in your tone isn’t hard to miss and although he’s surprised you just walked up to him and staked a claim, he certainly isn’t complaining. “Yeah?”

You nod, alcohol making you brave enough to lay all your cards on the table. You lift up the hem of your blanket slowly to show him how good your upper thighs look in these fishnets. “You interested?”

He laughs, “Hell yeah.”

Right there against the back of the house you pull the sheet up over your hips and your little shorts down, grinning in excitement as you watch him pull his gloves off and set about doing the same. He tries to help you take the fishnets down, but at this point you just hook your fingers into the holes and rip them enough to allow him access to your slick seam. “Fuck.” he breaths when his fingers come into contact with your wetness. How the hell has he gotten this lucky tonight?

The vodka in your veins doesn’t let you feel the cold, right now there’s nothing you want more than a good fuck and you hope that whoever is gripping your hips right now can do that for you. And judging by how quickly he finds your clit and begins to slowly rub circles, he absolutely can.

It’s clumsy, but exactly what you want and pretty soon you’re arching your back and pulling at the waistband of his boxers. You free his cock and he’s delightfully big and thick in your hands, so much so that you have to commend yourself, you really picked a good one here. Your hurried grabbing of his dick pushes him to press into you, hands cupping under your behind and lifting you to his perfect angle. It’s unexpected and you grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself, leaving him to slide his cock between your folds, coating himself in your slick, before pressing firmly inside you.

“Shit-” You hiss instantly, a buzz in your core becoming apparent at the gorgeous feeling of him filling you up. You move your hips against him as much as you can, spurring him on to a rough pace of fucking in and out of you. Neither of you consider that you’re completely exposed, lewdly hooking up outside next to someone’s house, anyone could come round the back and catch the two of you but that’s the furthest thing from your mind.

His grunts match the pace that’s quickly bringing both of you to your ends, gradually becoming whiny as he tries to make you come before finishing, but your tight walls are making that fairly difficult, as are the sweet sounds he’s pulling from you. He doesn’t realise how close you are and so the second he again starts to stroke your clit, the waves of your climax hit you hard. Your pussy sporadically tightens around him as you cum, your head tilting back against the wall and just like that he has to pull out, his release immediately hot and sticky on the top of your thighs. He thrusts into his hand as he finishes, groans dripping from his lips.

By now you’re recovered enough to be annoyed that he’s covered your lower body in cum and you push against him to get him off of you. He obeys and leans against the wall next to you, both of you staring forward for a moment of realisation. How the Hell are you supposed to go back in there with this costume fucking sticking to you? God, you probably should have discussed logistics beforehand but hindsight is 20/20, huh? Your still tipsy brain nearly laughs at the situation but stops when the bloke next to you starts shifting in his costume, grabbing at his mask in an almost panicky way.

He manages to pry it off and closes his eyes for a moment. The very moment he does you practically jump 30 feet in the air. A gross knowledge snapping through you so fast, you swear you touch all five bases on the grief scale. Your Ghostface was fucking Michael. Michael Pissing Afton. “Oh. Fucking Christ.” You snap out of nowhere, making Mike flinch.

“Woah, what? What’s wrong?” Your reaction is so strong he thinks you must be in pain of something and swiftly turns towards you, hands hovering over you like you were about to hit the deck.

You neglect to answer him, just angrily pulling the blanket up and tearing it off your form with an exasperated sigh. Only Michael Afton could make you completely sober in the span of two seconds.

He watches with wide eyes and almost winces when he reaches the same conclusion you did. “Y/n?” He laughs a little in surprise, still staring as you toss your costume on the floor and stand there in the tiniest shorts and top going. “Why didn’t you say anything?!”

You scoff, “I didn’t fucking know, did I?” You say loudly, the silence following it deafening. Honest to God, how didn’t you realise sooner? You definitely should recognise him from your fling nearly a year ago- must be the alcohol, but still, if you’d have known you probably would have shopped around a bit before settling for Michael Fucking Afton.

A stupid smug smirk coats his lips, that pinch between your brows is just funny. He speaks through a chuckle, “I actually can’t believe it’s you… How’re you doing, it’s been a while?”

The sharp gaze you fix him with just makes him laugh harder. “Yeah, that was intentional.”

And there was that side of you that got on his last nerve, props to your attitude for being able to ruin a perfectly good shag. “Why are you pissed off? You came on to me.” He asks the questions incredulously, his tone irritating.

“Huh, bet that’s a first.” You retort, a condescending smile increasing tenfold when he scowls.

How in the name of all that is holy did this happen?

A/n: Hope you enjoyed, stay tuned for the next one xxx

#fnaf #michael afton #michael afton x reader #michael afton x you #michael afton smut #FWB's halloween event #fnaf smut

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planet-mabel · 2 months

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junior storm-chaser - tyler owens

an: i just watched twisters in theaters and it made me want to change my major to meteorology... hello I love glen powell

THIS IS MY FIRST FIC IM POSTING my teeth are chattering my knees are knocking I'm scared bro anywayssss hope you enjoy reading!!! this is a lot longer that I thought it would be LOL :')

summary: meeting tyler owens in a bar and taking a ride in his truck to see a tornado! light flirting, a bit of language. lmk if y'all want more, i'd be happy to :)

wc: 1.7k

what i was listening to:

I pull my car into the dusty parking lot of the nearest building with a public restroom, relief flooding through me as I finally come to a stop. Stepping out of the truck, I stretch my tired back and reach for my phone to figure out my current location.

Muttering to myself, I realize I'm in Oklahoma and start making my way toward the entrance. The sign reads 'Smokey's Bar & Grill,' and after pushing through the front door, I quickly scan the room for the restroom sign. Spotting a family bathroom with a functional lock, I silently thank my lucky stars and hurry inside to take care of business. I take a moment to collect myself, surveying my appearance in the mirror as I clean up. My clothes are rumpled, and my baby hairs cling to my forehead in the August humidity. I contemplate the reason I took this trucking job — the desire to travel more — but find myself stuck in remote towns in the middle of nowhere. After drying my hands, I exit the bathroom and move through the restaurant with purpose, but a sudden thirst leads me to the bar.

Sitting down, I order a Coke and take in the near-empty bar, finding comfort in its slightly worn appearance. I exchange a five-dollar bill with the bartender, who slides me my drink, and take a sip while glancing at the football game playing on the TV above the bar. Suddenly, a voice startles me from behind.

"You a Ravens fan?" The unexpected question comes from a tall, tan, and built man standing before me, a cowboy hat perched on his head. I find myself momentarily lost as I take in his presence and then shake his hand as he introduces himself as Tyler Owens.

"I'm Y/N," I reply, the mild amusement evident in my voice. "I don't know much about football, just killing time." I offer a soft chuckle before turning my attention back to the TV for a moment. He smiles softly and speaks again.

"Are you from around here?" he asks in a deep, husky voice. I shake my head and turn my attention back to him as he takes a seat next to me at the bar.

"No, I'm just visiting," I reply. He raises his eyebrows at my response.

"Where are you from? Anywhere's got to be better than here." He chuckles and gestures toward the vast, desolate landscape visible through the window.

"I know. I ended up here because I took a trucking job. I only took it because I thought it would take me to some interesting places, but here I am, in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere." I shrug as I see him chuckle softly.

"You got that right," he replies.

"Hey, what do you do for work?" I asked, thinking he seemed harmless and wanting a break from driving.

"I'm a storm chaser," he replied seriously. I struggled to suppress a laugh.

"Really?" I said, trying not to sound amused. "That's your job?" It was hard not to find the situation entertaining, but I did my best to keep a straight face.

"Yes, is that funny to you, Y/N?" he chuckled, clearly enjoying the conversation.

"I just... do you actually make money from that?" I asked, intrigued.

"I stream it on YouTube and make quite a bit," he said, shrugging confidently. I raised my hands in surrender.

"Okay then, that's great," I chuckled softly, taking a sip of my drink and feeling captivated. "Was that flashy red truck parked outside yours?"

"Sure thing," he confirmed, tipping his hat and smiling gently as he looked out the window. "It's getting a bit cloudy now, want to go for a drive?" I glanced out the window and noticed the swirling clouds in the distance. I chewed on my lip as I pondered the idea.

“I mean, I really should be heading out.” I looked back at him, trying to gauge his reaction as I continued to bite my lower lip. He feigned offense when he shifted his gaze from the window to my face, scoffing and placing a hand over his heart.

"Come on, Y/N, I thought we were having a good time." He chuckled and stood up from his seat, heading towards the door. “Do as you wish!” he called back to me, twirling the keys to his truck on his index finger. I watched him leave with a smirk, thinking of all the potential mishaps. There was a plethora of them, but I decided to get up from my spot at the bar and jog up to him.

“Not so quick, Mr. Owens. I’m coming with you.” I caught up to him outside and he opened the passenger door of his truck for me.

“M’lady.” He tipped his hat to me and gestured towards the car as he held the door. I gave him a mock curtsey and climbed into his truck.

As he settled into the driver's seat of the truck, he reached for his seatbelt and fastened it securely, then touched the weather tracker screen on the dashboard. I noticed him concentrating intently, and a playful smile crossed his face when he caught me observing him.

"Seatbelt," he said, gesturing towards the clip on my seat. I blinked, momentarily entranced by his movements, before quickly reaching for my own seatbelt.

"Right, sorry," I replied. He chuckled and the car roared to life as he backed out of the dirt parking lot. He pulls onto the road and glances at the storm tracker. He follows the GPS to the red area on the weather map.

As we drove, Tyler asked me, "You ever done this before?" I shook my head in response.

"No, nothing of the sort," I replied. I gazed out the windshield and noticed how the clouds outside began to swirl and form a cone on the road ahead of us. At that moment, I remembered all the headlines I'd read about tornadoes in Oklahoma.

"Holy shit, are we going into a tornado? Is that what you meant by 'storm chasing'?" I asked, my eyes fixed on the spiraling clouds in our path.

He chuckled softly and said, "Watch your language! We're not going inside the tornado, at least not right now. We're just going to check it out." He glanced back at the dashboard to check the tracker. "It doesn't look like there's any civilization in its path... so we can just have fun with this one." With a smirk, he revved up the car. I clutched my seatbelt as he drove us further into the tornado’s path.

"Do you do this often?" I asked, starting to feel anxious. He glanced at me, picking up on my concern, and gave my thigh a reassuring pat.

"Every day, it's literally my job," he said, trying to ease my worries. "You're in good hands, Y/N." He squeezed my thigh before returning his attention to the road ahead. I nod, still not convinced as we speed towards the roaring clouds.

He brings the car to a sudden stop once we're within range and steps out. Hustling around to the passenger side, he opens the door and extends a helping hand to assist me out. Taking his hand, I step out of the car and gaze in awe at the tornado just a few miles ahead. It's a small tornado, but there's something about it that captivates me, freezing me in place. I'm so engrossed that I barely notice his large hand gently resting on the small of my back, steadying me against the swirling winds as we watch the tornado.

The tornado dissipates quickly, eventually disappearing into nothingness. "How does that happen? How does it just stop like that?" I inquire as we return to his red pick-up.

"There are a few different explanations," he responds as he starts the car. "I reckon this one might have faded out due to a downdraft. There must have been a change in the atmosphere that altered the conditions, causing it to lose its strength." I nod quietly as I fasten my seatbelt.

"Do you usually do this on your own?" he shook his head, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"No, I'm not that tough," he chuckled softly. "I'm flattered though. I've got a crew that comes with me and films my stuff. They help me track and plan." As we started down the road back to the bar where my car was parked, I nodded in understanding.

"Oh, yeah. Makes sense," I replied, stealing a glance at him and taking in his rugged features. He caught me staring as we pulled into the dusty parking lot.

"See something you like, Y/N?" he chuckled softly as he put the car in park, and I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Oh, please," I giggled softly as I unbuckled my seatbelt and placed a hand on the door.

"No, no, no, I'll get that." With a gentle smile, he walked around the car to my side and opened the door for me, gesturing for me to step out. I chuckled softly as I landed with a thud from the tall bed of the truck.

"Thank you," I said, giving him an appreciative nod.

"Anytime," he replied, flashing a warm smile as he slammed the truck door shut. "Look at you," he gestured towards me, "You're a junior storm-chaser. You're a natural." I grinned up at him, playing along.

"I sure am," I replied, meeting his gaze before reaching into my pocket to grab my car keys.

"Well..." he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. After scribbling something down, he handed it to me. "Call me if you ever want to see another twister." I looked down at the paper and saw what appeared to be his phone number scrawled on the scrap.

"Will do," I said softly, stuffing the paper into the pocket of my jeans and unlocking the car with a 'beep.' "See ya, Owens." With that, I strolled back to my truck, climbed into the driver's seat, and started the car. Tyler gave me a salute as I pulled out of the parking lot. I responded with a nod before driving away, smiling to myself as I drove down the road.

#twisters #twisters 2024 #tyler owens #twisters fanfic #tyler owens x reader #glen powell #Spotify

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nameless-ken · 7 months

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Silent Confessions, Loud Masks - Billy Hargrove x Reader Series

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Word Count: 4.6K

Warnings: bullying, fight scene, cursing, the usual angst and fluff

Introduction | Chapter one | Chapter two

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The neon lights of the state fair illuminate the warm August night. You and Robin weave through the crowd, laughing and chatting as you take in the sights and sounds. Cotton candy vendors, Ferris wheels, and carnival games fill the air with excitement.

“This is my favorite time.The end of summer. The amazing smell of funnel cakes in the air.” You sniff the air, stomach grumbling.

“Oh, you know we're getting some of those. But first, let's check out the petting zoo!” Robin shouts, excitement dripping from her voice.

As you make your way through the fairgrounds, Robin spots Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan by a photo booth. You approach the group, exchanging greetings and catching up. Jonathan and your eyes meet. You used to see him around school, a familiar camera always hanging around his neck but not much anymore since he graduated last year.

“Hey, Y/N right?” Jonathan introduces, holding his hand out to you.

“Yeah, nice to officially meet you Jonathan.” The warmth of his touch lingers in yours for a moment longer than necessary. You never noticed how cute and shy he was until now.

“Nice camera.” You compliment, pointing to the camera resting against his chest.

“Thanks. Are you into photography too?” He asks you, leaning against the photo booth that Robin, Steve and Nancy are in, arguing over what expressions to do.

“Yeah, it's a hobby of mine. I love capturing moments.”

“That's cool. What kind of camera do you use?”

“Oh, I have a Canon AE-1. It's my pride and joy. What about you?” Jonathan's eyes light up at the mention of the camera.

“No way, I have the same one! It's such a classic. There's just something special about shooting with film, you know?”

“Absolutely! The whole process of developing the film and seeing the prints come to life—it's magical.” You enjoy sharing a moment of understanding, how easily the conversation flows effortlessly.

“So, do you have a favorite subject to photograph?” He asks and you take a pause, surveying the crowded fairgrounds, deciding your answer.

“Hmm, I love capturing candid moments of people, especially when they're lost in the moment and unaware of the camera. What about you?”

“I think I'm drawn to landscapes. There's something serene about capturing the beauty of nature. It's like freezing a moment in time.”

“It sounds like we have a lot in common when it comes to photography.”

“Um, speaking of photography, there's this local art show happening on Saturday. I was wondering if you'd like to go with me?” You’re a little shocked at his forwardness and the invitation but smile in appreciation. “I mean, if you aren’t busy. I just thought you’d probably enjoy it and-”

“I’d love to!” You give his arm a squeeze in reassurance. Jonathan's shy smile widens at your enthusiastic response, a wave of relief washing over him.

“Great! It's at this small gallery downtown. I heard they have some amazing photography exhibits.”

“That sounds so cool. I’ve never been to one.”

As the camera flashes inside the photo booth, capturing moments of laughter and silly poses, Robin, Steve, and Nancy emerge with wide smiles plastered on their faces.

“How many shots did that take to get one perfect pose?” Robin sighs and Steve chuckles, playfully nudging Robin as they join you and Jonathan.

“Hey, it's quality over quantity, Robin. Besides, we had to make sure we nailed the perfect expressions.”

“I don't know about perfect, but I'd say we definitely nailed the "awkwardly adorable" look.” Nancy laughs along, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

As you all share a lighthearted moment, the atmosphere shifts abruptly as Billy and his group of lunatics make their presence known.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here. The freak show. Shouldn’t you guys be getting back to the circus?” Tommy, an old friend of Steve’s and Billy’s new sidekick blurts out with a laugh, nudging Billy in the side.

You look at Billy, watching his body language and assessing what he’s going to do next after he “promised” you to be better.

“Leave us alone. We don't want any trouble.” Jonathan surprisingly steps up first. But Billy and his friends show no signs of backing down, reveling in their torment.

“Aw, did I hurt little Jonathan's feelings? Maybe he should go cry to his mommy and freak of a brother.” Tommy responds tauntingly.

Carol joins in, her laughter ringing out like a bell. “Or better yet, maybe he can take some pictures of his tears. I'm sure they'd make great art.”

Steve steps forward, his expression hardens with determination. “That's enough Tommy.”

You look over at Billy again to find his eyes already on you, looking down at your hand. You didn’t realize you grabbed onto Jonathan’s arm when he spoke up and haven’t let go since. You see Billy’s eyes narrow and jaw clench.

Without warning, Billy shoves Steve, his jealousy boiling over into violence. Steve staggers back, caught off guard by the sudden attack.

Steve squares off against Billy, his muscles tense as he braces for the next move. Billy charges forward with a fierce yell, his fist aims straight for Steve's jaw.

Steve reacts quickly, dodging Billy's blow and retaliating with a powerful punch of his own. The impact sends Billy staggering backward, but he quickly regains his footing, his expression twisted with fury as a loud cackle escapes his mouth.

In the midst of the chaos, you rush forward, attempting to intervene and pull Billy away from Steve. But Billy, blinded by his internal jealousy, lashes out wildly, narrowly missing you as he swings his fists in Steve’s direction again.

Nancy and Robin work together to pull Steve away. Steve's frustration mounts, his eyes burning with determination as he tries to break free and confront Billy once more.

“Billy, stop it! This is ridiculous.” You push at his chest as your friends take Steve away as Tommy and Carol run when you notice security getting closer. “Let’s go before you get us in real trouble.”

Billy grabs your hand, leading the way to his car. “So now you don’t care if people see you with me? What was the problem back there? That was so uncalled for!” You exclaim, dragging your feet behind him as you make it to the empty field that’s been transformed into a parking lot.

Billy drops your hand once you make it to his blue muscle car, lighting a cigarette and taking big puffs, blowing the smoke at thes sky. "How long have you and Jonathan been a thing?"

"What?" You stare at him in disbelief, crossing your arms in defense. "He's just a friend."

Billy scoffs, shaking his head, signature smirk gracing his roughed up face. "You're naive if you think he just wants to be your friend."

Your brow furrows as you struggle to comprehend Billy's accusations. "What are you talking about? Jonathan and I are just friends. Even if we weren’t, how is any of that your business?"

Billy's eyes narrow as he steps closer, his voice laced with jealousy.

“Because... because I care about you, okay?” You take a step back from him, the intensity of his words catching you off guard. You know Billy enough to understand how he’s probably never said those words out loud to someone before.

“Just forget it.” Billy runs a hand through his hair and opens his door, getting into his car and roars the engine.

“Billy-” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, backing up quickly and speeds off, leaving you taken back by his admission.

You stand in front of your mirror, fidgeting nervously with the hem of your dress. Robin flits around your room, pulling out various outfits and accessories.

“Okay, how about this one? It's cute and a little flirty, and perfect for a date at the art show.”

“It’s not a date, Robin.” You pout at yourself in the mirror, thoughts elsewhere as you try to shake off the lingering memories of Billy.

“Oh come on, the way you two were geeking out about cameras and shit. He’s so into you.” You force a laugh, but inside, your heart feels heavy with uncertainty. The moment of Billy's jealousy lingers, casting a shadow over your excitement for your evening with Jonathan.

‘Yeah, well, we're just friends. That's all.” Robin studies you for a moment, her expression filled with concern.

“Are you sure about that? Because it seems like there's something more there.” Robin asks softly, sitting on the edge of your bed with a pointed look.

You shrug, trying to dismiss Robin's observation. “It doesn't matter anyway. Let's just focus on finding the perfect outfit, okay?”

Robin nods, sensing your reluctance to delve deeper into the topic. With a determined smile, she resumes her search for the ideal ensemble, hoping to lift your spirits and set the stage for an amazing night, regardless of what may or may not be brewing between you and Jonathan.

Jonathan's car pulls up outside your house, and you emerge, nervousness fluttering in your chest. Jonathan steps out of the car, a warm smile on his face as he approaches you.

“Hey, Y/N. You look amazing.” He opens the door for you.

You blush, grateful for his compliment as you climb into the passenger seat. “Thanks, Jonathan. You look nice too.”

As Jonathan starts the car and pulls away from the curb. You’re thankful for the conversation that comes easily between you as he drives towards the local art show, nerves slowly disappearing.

You both wander through the art gallery, admiring the various exhibits on display, pausing in front of a striking black-and-white photograph, lost in silent contemplation.

“This one is beautiful. The way the photographer captured the light... It's mesmerizing.”

“Yeah, I love how photography has the power to evoke such strong emotions. It's like a window into someone else's world.”

The silence between you feels nice, the shared appreciation for the art binding you together in a moment of quiet reflection. It’s refreshing to spend time with someone who shares the same interests. As you continue to explore the gallery, each new exhibit sparks conversation and sparks a deeper connection between you and Jonathan, solidifying this new bond formed through your shared love of photography.

As you both exit the art gallery, the crisp evening air greets you with the gentle hum of the bustling streets. You and Jonathan walk a block away to the local diner, one of your favorite spots in this sleepy town.

As you and Jonathan walk inside, your eyes inadvertently drift to a corner booth where Billy and his friends are seated. You quickly avert your gaze, hoping to avoid any unnecessary confrontation. You both settle into a booth, hoping for once, Billy and his friends leave you alone.

However, the air in the diner grows tense as Billy and his friends become increasingly boisterous, their voices rising above the ambient chatter. Your jaw clenches as you overhear some of their rude remarks, directed not just at you but also at Jonathan. You start to feel a surge of anger and frustration, but you try to maintain your composure for Jonathan's sake.

Jonathan notices the change in atmosphere and offers you a reassuring smile, silently urging you to ignore Billy and his friends. The tension in the air remains palpable, casting a shadow over the otherwise pleasant evening.

Jonathan tries to lighten up the mood and tells you the story of when Will got a lego stuck up his nose. You lean back in your seat, laughter bubbling up in response.

Billy's irritation mounts. He can't stand the way you look so carefree and happy in Jonathan's presence. With a determined stride, Billy stands up and walks over to your table, his smirk laced with malice as he takes a seat beside you, ignoring Jonathan's attempts to diffuse the situation.

"Billy, what are you doing?" Your voice is tinged with annoyance as you shoot him a warning glare, but Billy brushes off your protest with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Just thought I'd join in on the fun," Billy retorts, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Jonathan tries to intervene, his voice calm but firm as he urges Billy to leave you alone, but Billy refuses to listen. The tension in the air thickens as your anger reaches its boiling point.

"Billy, enough!" your voice cuts through the diner as you confront him head-on. "You always have to ruin everything, don't you? Can't you see that you're not wanted here?"

Billy's smirk falters, realizing how much he’s affecting you in the moment and stands up from the booth. “Fine but don't come crying to me when this little thing of yours falls apart.”

Your jaw clenches at his hurtful words, patience wearing thin as you rise from your seat, Jonathan following suit.

“We're leaving.” You respond icily, glaring at Billy and grabbing Jonthan’s hand, pulling him out of the diner and into the cool night air.

“Are you okay?” Jonathan wonders as you walk to his car.

You nod, slight tears prickling at your eyes due to the frustration you feel with Billy. It’s becoming overwhelming the way he picks and chooses when he’s nice to you.

“Yeah, I'll be fine. Let's just get out of here.”

As you settle into the car, the tension begins to dissipate, replaced by a sense of relief as Jonathan starts the engine and pulls away. The soft hum of the car fills the silence as you drive through the quiet streets, each of you lost in your own thoughts over the ruined evening.

“Thanks Jonathan. I’m sorry for how the evening ended but I had a nice time.” You give him a graceful smile as he drives up to your house.

“Thanks for coming with me. We should do this again sometime, you know, without the rude interruptions.”

“Definitely.” you laugh lightly, opening the door and stepping out of the car. “Thanks again.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” Jonathan says softly as you wave goodbye and watch him drive away into the night.

"Goodnight, Jonathan," you murmur to yourself, feeling a sense of gratitude for his understanding and support amidst the chaos that is Billy Hargrove. With a sigh, you turn and head inside your house, hoping that the next time you and Jonathan spend time together, it will be free from any unwanted intrusions.

Your heart sinks to the floor immediately as you walk into school on Monday morning, spotting Billy at your locker. He’s never willingly appeared anywhere you are, especially at school where everyone watches his every movement. You are still upset about the way he treated you and your friends this weekend, it almost makes you sick thinking about it again.

Without a second thought, you quickly turn, hoping to avoid any confrontation. But as you walk away, you can feel Billy's eyes burning into your back, and sure enough, you hear his footsteps quicken as he strides after you.

“Y/N, wait!” He catches some students' attention as he calls after you across the hallway.

Your steps falter momentarily, but you quickly regain your composure and continue walking, determined to put as much distance between you and him as possible. But Billy is persistent, stepping in front of you and blocking your path.

“Y/N, please can we talk?” Your patience is already wearing thin as you push back.

“We have nothing to talk about, Billy. If this is about our book project, it can wait until after school.”

Billy refuses to back down, he grabs a hold of your wrist, pulling you through the hallways behind him. His grip tightening as he crosses the gym and pushes open the heavy doors leading to the small alleyway beside the gym.

“Billy, let go of me! You’re hurting me.” You cry and Billy immediately lets go.

“I’m sorry.” Billy spits out frantically, softly grazing your wrist with his thumb. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

All you can hear is your heart pounding in your chest as Billy pulls out a cigarette, the smell of smoke filling the air as he lights it, his actions speaking louder than words. You watch him silently, waiting for him to explain himself, but he remains silent, his eyes clouded with a mixture of regret and need.

“Billy, what do you want?”

He doesn't answer, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. You take a step back feeling the cold brick beneath you, a surge of frustration and confusion welling up inside you.

“Why did you have to do what you did on Saturday? And to Steve? I was having a great time, and you just had to step in for no reason.”

Billy's expression softens slightly at your words. “Did you mean it when you said I ruin everything?”

Your brow furrows in confusion, your memory flashing back to the heat of the moment inside the diner. “... I don't remember saying that…” Billy interrupts you, his voice tinged with bitterness as he stomps out his cigarette with his boot.

“Well, maybe you should, because it's true. That's what my dad has been telling me since I was a kid—that I ruin everything. And maybe he's right.”

The pain in his voice makes your heart break all over again for him. You didn’t realize how hurtful that can be to someone in his position. Your frustration slowly melts away as you realize the depth of his inner turmoil. You reach out tentatively, hand hovering in the space between them.

“Billy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that.” He scoffs at your apology, eyes flashing with self-loathing.

“You don't get it, do you? You don't understand what it's like to feel like you're constantly screwing everything up. And maybe I am jealous, okay? Maybe I'm jealous because I'm afraid of losing you.”

Your breath catches in your throat at his confession, your own emotions swirling as you struggle to process his words. You reach out to him, hand brushing against his arm in a gesture of comfort.

“Billy, you don't have to be afraid. I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be here for you.” He meets your gaze. “But it’s not an excuse for acting like an asshole. You said you’d try to be better and then you go and beat up Steve. When will things change?”

“Fuck, I know, Y/N. And I'm sorry for what happened with Steve. I messed up.” You can see the pain etched into his features, the weight of his struggles bearing down on him like a heavy burden. He leans one arm beside your head against the brick, face closer than normal.

“I understand what you’re dealing with, Billy. But you can't keep hurting people because you're hurting too. You have to find a way to deal with your anger and your pain without taking it out on others.” Billy's shoulders slump, his expression weary as he runs his other hand through his hair, breath fanning out in your face, hints of mint and tobacco filling your nose.

“I know, Y/N. I'm trying, I really am. But sometimes it feels like I'm drowning, and you…you make everything feel lighter.” He whispers, eyes closing and softly bumps his forehead against yours.

“Come over after school. I’m giving you one more chance, Billy.” You give him another opportunity to show you he’s willing to try and be different, not just say it but do it.

“I promise I won’t screw this up again.” Billy’s eyes meet yours intensely.

“4 pm. Don’t be late. I have work later tonight.” You command and he steps back to put distance between you. You find yourself missing the warmth his body radiates.

“See you then, little mouse.” Billy offers you a small, almost shy smile before turning to leave, his footsteps echoing against the pavement as he disappears around the corner.

As Billy disappears from view, you can't help but cling to a sense of hope that your words have resonated with him, sparking a genuine desire to change. Despite the weight of his past actions, you can't shake the empathy you feel for him and the turmoil he endures every day. You're determined to be a beacon of light in his darkness, to show him the beauty and gentleness that life has to offer when given a chance. You know it won't be easy, but you're committed to walking alongside him on his journey toward healing and redemption.

As the clock struck the agreed-upon time, there was a knock at your front door. Opening the door, you welcome Billy in with a smile.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” Billy steps inside, glancing around the modest entryway of your small two-bedroom house. You motion for him to follow as you lead the way into the living room.

"Come on in. I'll give you the grand tour," You say with a hint of amusement, knowing there wasn't much to show.

He follows you through the living room, which doubled as your dad's makeshift office space, cluttered with paperwork stacked high in a worn-out armchair. Billy’s eyes scan the room before following you down the narrow hallway to your room, which serves as a sanctuary of sorts amidst the messiness of our humble home. Pushing open the door, you usher him inside.

"Welcome to my domain," You declare proudly, gesturing around the small space.

Your room was certainly a reflection of your eclectic tastes and passions. Photographs adorned the walls, capturing moments from your life that held special significance. Stacks of vinyl records and cassette tapes sat beside an old record player. Film rolls were scattered across your desk, waiting to be developed into cherished memories. Cameras of varying sizes and ages rested on shelves, each one a tool for capturing the beauty of the world around.

Books lined the shelves, their worn spines bearing the marks of countless readings. Yarn and crochet hooks lay strewn about, evidence of your latest creative endeavors.

You can’t help but watch as Billy takes it all in, his eyes widening with curiosity and appreciation. There was a warmth in his gaze, a recognition of something familiar in the midst of the unfamiliar.

"You've got quite the setup here," he remarks, his voice full of genuine admiration.

You smile, feeling a sense of pride in sharing a special piece of yourself with him. In that moment, you realize that despite the modesty of your surroundings, there was beauty and richness to be found in the things that mattered most to you. And you couldn’t help but admit that Billy has become one of those things.

"Thanks," You respond, settling onto your bed with a sense of contentment and Billy joins you.

As you delve into the next chapter of the book report, the quietness of your room envelopes you both like a cozy blanket. Billy pauses for a moment, looking around with a contemplative expression.

"You must enjoy the quiet," he observes.

"Yeah, I do. It’s nice to be able to bask in peace."

Billy's gaze lingers on your for a moment before he speaks again. "But it must get lonely, being here all by yourself most of the time."

"Yeah, it can," you admit quietly, meeting his gaze. "That's why I like books so much. They give me comfort and escape, you know? It's like I can lose myself in the words on the pages and forget about everything else for a while."

Billy nods understandingly, "I get that," he says softly and retreats suddenly from your bed, his eyes drawn to a box of photographs sitting on your desk. Curiosity piqued, he begins rifling through them, his fingers delicately handling each image as if afraid to disturb the memories captured within.

You watch him from the bed, pen pausing mid-sentence. The photographs were a glimpse into your past, a collection of moments frozen in time that told the story of your family's journey. Among them were pictures of a woman who bore a striking resemblance to you, along with snapshots of your dad, sister, and you growing up.

"That's my mom," You break the silence that has settled in the air.

Billy looks up from the photographs, his expression softening with understanding. "She looks... she looks a lot like you.”

"Yeah, she did. I got my love for photography from her," A bittersweet smile playing at the corners of your lips. "She used to take me and my sister on all sorts of adventures, capturing moments with her camera."

There was a heaviness in your words, a weight of sorrow carried by the memories of a mother lost too soon. You could see a flicker of recognition in Billy's eyes, a shared understanding of the pain of losing a parent.

"I don't have many photos from my childhood," Billy confesses quietly, his mind drifting to the lone picture of his mother that he kept tucked away in his wallet. "Just one of my mom. She left when I was ten."

You felt a pang of empathy for him, a deep ache for the loss he had endured. "I'm sorry," You murmur.

Billy's eyes meet yours, a silent understanding passing between you. In that moment, you were not just two teenagers working on a book report and figuring out what this truly was between you—you were kindred spirits bound together by the shared experience of loss and loneliness.

"It gets hard sometimes, doesn't it?" Billy asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod, feeling the weight of his words resonate within. "Yeah, it does," The vulnerability of your shared pain forging a bond between you that feels both fragile and unbreakable.

And as you sat there, two souls united by grief and longing, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected connection that had blossomed amidst the quiet solitude of your room. In each other's company, the burden of loneliness felt a little lighter, replaced by the warmth of companionship.

"You're so polite with your sadness," he tells you, his voice gentle yet piercing. "It's like you don't want to ruin anything for anyone else."

His words struck a chord within you, stirring feelings of guilt and self-awareness that you had long tried to suppress. It was true—you had spent so much time trying to hide your pain, to shield others from the weight of your sorrow, that you had forgotten how to truly acknowledge it yourself.

"I don't feel the need to bother other people with my problems," You reply quietly. It was a defense mechanism, a way of protecting yourself from the vulnerability of opening up to others. But in doing so, you had inadvertently closed yourself off from the possibility of genuine connection and understanding.

Billy regards you with a mixture of empathy and concern, his eyes searching yours for any sign of need. In that moment, you felt a flicker of something stirring within—a longing for connection, a yearning to be seen and understood for who you truly are.

"You don't have to carry it all on your own, you know," His words are a gentle reminder of the strength that could be found in vulnerability. "Sometimes, it helps to share the burden with someone else." Billy sits back down beside you, thighs touching but you need more. You graze for his hand, softly running your fingers against the top of his hand and slowly turning it over. You trace his calloused palm, feeling him go tense, trying his hardest to not clench his fist together. You finally thread your fingers through his, squeezing a few times. You look up at him, his gaze locked on your hands, bound together and resting on his thigh.

“You don’t have to carry everything on your own either, Billy.” Your whisper, and he repeats your words over and over in his head.

And as you sit there, two souls united by grief and longing, you believe you both can find the courage to confront your pain and begin the journey toward healing together.

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mvltiwritez1 · 6 months

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Breathe - Angela Giarratana x Fem!Reader

Requested by: @loverluzer - ‘A love confession with Angela but reader has really bad anxiety so it's kind more like a bunch of word vomit’

WARNING(S): little mentions of throwing up (in a jokey way), really mild swearing

I’m still taking requests! Just Dm me if you want one fulfilled! - August

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"You should tell her Y/n" Arasha said to her friend, taking a bite of her lunch after. Y/n sighed and pulled her gaze away from Angela talking to Amanda reluctantly.

"What if she doesn't like me back? It would be so embarrassing, especially since we're co-workers" Y/n explained, picking at her own lunch, losing her appetite due to nerves.

"If she doesn't then it's in the past, no hard feelings and certainly no awkward situations. You know Angela, she's very outgoing and understanding." Arasha replied, keeping her tone hushed when she mentioned the Italian's name.

"I know she is but what if she feels like she has to say yes? Or what if we can't act like we're just fine? I know we're actors for a living but sometimes it's hard!" Y/n whined slightly, making sure her voice wasn't as loud as well.

"I understand that sometimes it is but you're going insane dude. You're pulling your hair out over a crush, I'm saying this out of love and care but your mental health could really benefit from you just saying it flat out." Arasha gestured with her hands as she talked as she normally did.

Y/n stayed silent, she knew Arasha was right. Why did she have to be so?! Y/n rubbed at her forehead, pondering a way to tell her.

"It's not like I could just pull her aside for a few and be like 'hey I wanna kiss you'" Y/n said, oversimplifying her feelings. Arasha chuckled.

"Okay maybe you shouldn't lead with that but I'm just saying, maybe tell her off of company time like the weekend since it's Friday? Ask if you can come over or just tell her over text, it's really just about getting it out there" Arasha tried giving her best advice and Y/n nodded, appreciative of whatever guidance that could be provided.

"Now, are we finally done talking about your crush for a while? I don't want my lunch to come back up" Arasha joked lightheartedly and Y/n cracked a smile.

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Y/n walked onto the games set for a Try Not To Win Mario Party video and sat beside Shayne on the couch, the man doing something on his phone before they started shooting. They acknowledged each other with a small greeting as they got mentally prepared to shoot.

Angela walked in after Y/n and sat right beside her.

"Hey Y/n! This shoot is gonna be so fun" Angela beamed at Y/n, a light rose covering her cheeks. Y/n chuckled along in response before talking back.

"Yeah I agree. I can't wait to beat your ass...by losing" Y/n put up a confident front but in reality, her heart felt like it would burst through her rib cage and onto the clean carpet below them.

"You wish" Angela spoke, her voice getting slightly deeper. No one barely paying attention could notice it but Y/n did and it made her all the more nervous that her hands started sweating. The rest of the cast for the video came in along with the crew at the right time, cutting their conversation short.

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Y/n finally was able to sit on her own couch in her own apartment. She sighed and let her body relax for a second before having to get up and make something for a meal.

She got up after sitting in the quiet of her apartment for about 5 minutes and made a simple sandwich, her energy was down so she didn't want to stand at the stove for a while.

Her mind wouldn’t shut up about Angela, any conversation they had or any type of physical contact between them replayed in her head like an old movie. It was beginning to be unbearable.

Y/n tried blasting music through her headphones but that just caused the thoughts and daydreams to get worse and for her to get a headache. She even tried sleeping early but couldn’t as her mind kept thinking back to Arasha’s advice.

‘Just tell her’

Y/n couldn’t take it anymore so her body carried her to her running shoes and windbreaker and put them on quickly.

Before Y/n could talk herself out of it, she started running. Down the hallway and stairs of her apartment complex until she reached the outdoors.

It had been raining so the air smelled of Petrichor and clung to her skin as she continued running. Her direction seemingly random.

She heaved and puffed as her legs kept her steady, not stopping for a second.

Finally she found the very place she wanted to go, Angela’s front door. Since they were friends, they both knew each other’s address and had been to each other’s places.

Y/n knocked on the door and ran a hand through her - now wet - locks as she panted. The door opened to reveal Angela, dressed in a loose t-shirt, sweatpants, socks, and her glasses with her hair tied up.

“Y/n?” Angela asked before looking around for a vehicle of some sort. Y/n felt like she had to say it or else she would puke.

“Listen Ange, I really really like you and I have for months but I’ve been too afraid to tell you because we’re co-workers and I don’t wanna make things awkward at all but I’m done hiding my feelings from you because I’m afraid that if I do I’ll explode and if you’re uncomfortable I’ll drop it but I can’t handle hiding it anymore I like you a lot and—“ Y/n’s tired ramblings we’re cut off by Angela’s hands on either side of her face and her soft lips on Y/n’s.

Y/n’s eyes grew wide but soon closed and her hands moved to Angela’s waist when she realized what was happening. Angela gently pulled away and looked into Y/n’s eyes.

“I was afraid you were gonna turn blue…or yark” Angela said softly. Y/n exhaled, really processing what just happened.

“You…like me too?” Y/n asked, her voice laced with insecurity. Angela chuckled and looked at Y/n astounded.

“Of course, I thought I was being so obvious!” Angela exclaimed and Y/n blushed slightly while smiling, the information finally catching up to her.

“Thank goodness. I thought I fucked everything up” Y/n said and they both chuckled.

“Now come inside, you’ll get sick if you spend another minute out there” Angela pulled Y/n into the apartment and planned to take care of Y/n first and ask a million questions later.

#angela giarratana #angela giarratana x reader #fanfic #angela giarratana x fem reader #oneshot #writing #smosh

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kamehamehamlet · 3 months

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Heading on hiatus

Hey all, it's uplifting to see such a positive response to our Spirit Bomb Rally campaign, and I have no doubts we will hit our final goal before or during our final June stream this Saturday! These goals were set to track the viability of this project, and now that we've said hello and established ourselves again, our next priority is writing the script.

That means pausing our posts and streams as I dedicate my energy to the rewrite.

As a freelance artist, I rarely work on just one thing, and I’m excited to head into a Summer of creative firsts. In July, I’ll be finishing up work on a video game I’m making with friends while planning our next one, and I’ll be traveling to California for my first-ever San Diego Comic-Con. I’ll arrive back home just in time for the release of my two new kid-lit horror graphic novels on August 1st.

A development screenshot of my game More Than You Can Chew and covers for Pop-Up Peril and Nameless Notebook. If you’re curious about any of these projects, I’ll likely post about them on my personal tumblr, @writepictures

Our biggest update, however, is that Shalee will be heading to Boston in August to pursue a two-year MFA in Directing! I wouldn’t be the artist I am today without the lessons, practice, and community I built in my program. Meanwhile, Shalee has been directing for over a decade, so I can’t wait to see how this takes her further in her abilities. And with Shalee busy earning her master's degree, my introverted self is looking forward to a cozy fall of writing KamehameHamlet : Waiting for Goku. If you're reading this before 6/29, you can hop into our final Rally Stream of the summer, where we'll chat about this decision at length. If you can't make the stream, you can leave a question below or in our asks. After the 29th, you can watch the VOD, and our asks are always open, and I’ll be keeping an eye on them this summer. Thank you all again for your continued enthusiasm for silly and serious independent theatre, and if you see your mutuals sharing the big post this summer and wishing it was true, don’t hesitate to point them our way. See you on the other side!

#kamehamehamlet #shakespeare #dbz #theatre #dragon ball #waiting for godot #theater #freeza #vegeta #heading into rewrites like Vegeta heading into the time chamber: with an unnecessary amount of malice

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muddyorbsblr · 2 years

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man of the month part 2: january

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Summary: You, Sam, and Tony plan who's assigned to which month; Tony has a talk with the models about you; during Tony's shoot he gives you a heads up on what's in store for you with some of the models

Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually)

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: a handful of cuss words; otherwise, none [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: idiots in love; mutual pining; brief mentions of being half-naked

"We should decide who goes where," Stark said as he wrote down "January" next to his name and "July" next to Rogers'. "Everyone in favor of Barton going on February? Because you know, Cupid, arrows, all that?"

"I love it," you spoke up, sitting back down on your seat, showing the slightest signs of tiredness but still visibly undeterred. "How about Wilson in August? Right after Cap?"

"Eyy let's go!" Wilson singsonged. "I like the way you think, Tweety. Now Thunder here looks like a summer month, so let's go with June. And Ten Rings over here looks a bit like Spring to me, so I'm going April."

"Can I have May, please?" Lang spoke up.

"Of course you can, Scott. Since you asked so nicely," you answered him with a sweet smile. "Hey Rhodey, you feel like taking March?"

"Whichever gets my shoot done as soon as possible," he droned, evidently quite disinterested in this entire affair.

"Sweet. Ooh, we could put Loki in December," you said with a small wave of your hand Stark's way.

"Ah, because of Rudolph. Reindeer Games. I love the way your brain works, Tweety," Stark said as he put "December" next to the god's name.

You barely reacted to the quip as you visibly pondered over the remaining names and months, simply responding, "No it's because his birthday's in December." Your words made Stark and Wilson turn their gazes towards you, and caused Loki's heart to skip a good few beats. Very few people knew when his day was, despite Thor's insistence over the last few years to celebrate it.

And yet here you were declaring it as if you viewed it as common knowledge.

When several moments passed with no one saying a word, you looked around, quite visibly confused as you realized that there were currently several sets of eyes on you. "What?"

"Nothing, Tweety. Nothing at all," Stark answered you with a smirk. "All we have now are September to November. Strange, Banner, Barnes. You wanna talk among yourselves who gets what or you want Y/N to decide for you?"

"I'll take September, if it's okay with you all," Banner offered. The three of you nodded and "September" was placed next to Banner's name.

"Should we coin toss on Stephen and Bucky?" Something about how the metal-armed soldier smiled when you said his name made Loki's blood boil. He knew that the super soldier, both super soldiers actually, harbored feelings towards you, and something he quite envied about Barnes was that he was unashamedly outspoken about it.

"Fine with me, doll," Barnes answered you. He took a coin and tossed it in the air. "Heads I get October, tails it's Strange's." He caught the coin before it landed with a sharp sound on the table, and looked at the results in his palm. "Heads. Shall we do a Halloween shoot, Scopes?"

"Nah. Too cheesy. We'll have some stuff set up by the time the shoots start, so we could figure it out then, okay?" You gave him a smile as you ended your response to him, causing a dull ache to start in the god's heart once again. How he wished you could be that casual with him. Yearned for it, even.

"Okay so that's everyone planned out for their page on the calendar. Tweety, you're good for the day. Go back to sleep, you can start planning later. Models, stay, I have something to discuss with you all before I dismiss you, too." You promptly stood up, gathered your things in your arms and walked towards the door. Loki pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against and moved quickly to open the door for you.

"Thanks, Mischief," you said softly as you looked up at him for the briefest moment before once again fixing your gaze upon the ground and scurrying out of the room. You're welcome, darling, he thought to himself as he let go of the handle.

Once only the twelve men who would be modeling for this date keeper remained, Stark spoke up. "I'll make this quick. I know that Tweety has the hots for one of you, I just don't know which one. All I know is that she started having that glazed over look in her eyes once we had all the names written down before we called you all in. I'm telling you this because I know that some of you have a boner for her." He glared at the super soldiers specifically after this line.

"Hold on, Stark, so you're saying that she reciprocates the feelings of…someone in this room?" Rogers inquired, making a roundabout motion with this hand.

"That's what I'm saying, Capsicle. Unless of course she has feelings for someone in this room that isn't interested in her. Now that'd be a damn shame. Anyway, all this to say I'm going to be a complete devil's advocate here and encourage you to use your time with her at your respective shoots wisely. Respectfully, too, don't you fuckers forget that. But test the waters. Flirt. Try to impress her. Maybe if you're even feeling brave, ask her out, see what she'd say. If it's you, tell the rest of the guys who haven't had their turn yet so that they don't have to hold out hope. If it's not you, tell the rest of the guys that, too."

Loki tried to keep his expression stoic as he took note of those who were visibly excited over the notion that perhaps you reciprocated their feelings. Rogers and Barnes were the givens, and then there was the newcomer, Xi. What surprised him was the wistful, almost confident smirk from Strange; he hadn't even been aware that the sorcerer was interested in you.

But what made a pit settle heavy in his stomach was the sight of a fond smile on his own brother's face. He could feel the white hot needles of betrayal piercing into his thoughts. He would have surmised that his brother knew of his affections towards you and wouldn't attempt to pursue you. He'd been mistaken.

It took a few weeks and a considerable amount of elbow grease to get everything together, with decorating the studio with the various sets for the shoot being the most time consuming of it all, but the stage was officially set to start shooting for the calendar.

There might have also been various mini photoshoots with Natasha and Wanda in the name of test shots and practice throughout those few weeks, but you all swore that you would simply say that it was part of the setup process, which was technically the truth.

Now you were situated in front of an iMac that was purposed solely for the production of this calendar, the layout, the photo editing software to work on coloring, the vast array of fonts to choose from for the date numbers…there was just so much to work on other than just simply taking the pictures and slapping them on to a blank 2023 calendar.

Top that all off with you deciding that you wanted the month names to have a more personal touch, so you volunteered yourself to do the lettering, and you felt completely swamped, and you hadn't even taken a single picture yet. Well, until today, at least. Because today would be the first of the twelve shoots. January's. Tony's.

"You ready for me, Tweety?" you heard him call from the door. You made quick work to plug the memory card into the camera and made your way to the set with only a black backdrop placed.

"Ready when you are, boss," you hollered from your spot.

Tony walked in with slacks and dress shoes, opting to start the shoot with his shirt shed already, donning a necklace that held a pendant that almost resembled the arc reactor that had kept him alive for so many years. The very thing that started all this. "This is as naked as I wanna be. Both for this shoot and around you."

"You know what, Stark, I wanna say something about leading by example, but that's about as naked as I can take when it comes to you," you quipped, taking a few test shots. "Could you look a little over to your right? Don't move your whole body, just your head, and look like you're trying to figure out some algorithm that's stumping you."

Once he followed your instructions, you took a few more shots, confident that one of those was the shot you would eventually choose for his page.

"Y/N I gotta tell you something. I may have told the guys that you have feelings for one of them," he said in a rush.

You lowered the camera from your face, suddenly feeling your entire body go cold. "You what?" you hissed at him in disbelief. "Tony why would you do that? How did you even know that I--"

"You looked at the list of names with a eyes of a schoolgirl having her first crush, I figured it out pretty quickly, Tweety," he answered your unfinished question. "As for why? Because not everyone's built to be alone. You're not, and you shouldn't be. I already know that some of them want you, so your time with them is their chance to, you know, get to know you a little more. So just be ready for some of these shoots to run a little longer since…they're gonna try and treat their time with you like a test date."

"Am I gonna regret agreeing to helping you with this calendar, Tony?"

"Absolutely not. I'm just trying to tell you that you don't have to be alone. There's literally a handful of guys in this very tower that want to be the man that gets to keep you company. Go on dates with you. Share your bed, even." You looked at him pointedly, causing him to put his hands up and jokingly say, "Don't worry though I'm not one of them, fuck that. No offense, you're gorgeous, but--no. You're like the older sister Morgan wishes she has, Y/N. You're like my kid."

That caused you to let out a laugh that rang through the entire studio, infectious enough that Tony joined in. You decided that a candid shot of him laughing would make a great outtake, so you snapped a quick picture.

"And what if the guy I'm interested in…doesn't treat our shoot like a test date?" you asked him, your tone suddenly becoming more serious. "What if he just wants his shoot to be over and done with?"

"Y/N you have nothing to worry about unless your guy's Barton, Rhodey, or Banner. That's all I'm gonna say on that. And if I'm wrong? You have full permission to wear one of my suits and beat the shit out of me. I told you, you're like my kid. I just want you to be happy, and if I can help in any way, of course I'm gonna do it."

You set your camera down and walked over to him to give him a hug. "Thanks, Tony," you said softly. You pulled away quickly and plugged the memory card into the computer. "You'll never get me to call you Daddy, though. Keep dreaming, Stark," you quipped as the images loaded up to your screen. "Now come over here and tell me which shots you like from these."

He made quick work of choosing his favorite pictures from the batch, your hunch being right that the shot was among those first ones you took. "Now that my part's finished, you still have Barton's and Rhodey's shoots to ready yourself. We already know it's neither of them, and they're not into you, either. Barton's got his family and Rhodey's in line for the world record of biggest long distance relationship with that thing he's got going on with Danvers."

"So you know which ones are gonna try?"

"I have a feeling I know." He clapped a hand on your shoulder. "The gun show starts with Ten Rings. Good luck, Tweety."

With that, he left you to work on the coloring for his shot, completing his page. All the while, you'd resigned yourself to this whole "impressing you" thing amongst the guys to ultimately be a practice in futility if you actually held out hope that you would discover that your feelings were reciprocated.

After all, what were the chances that a literal god like Loki would ever even consider being with a human like you?

A/N: Wait hold up the gun show starts with who?? Tony?? 👀😳

Now would be a good time to tell you that each part up until part 11 "december" will have the corresponding calendar photos as the post media. And by the time this story is finished, you'll all have a 2023 calendar courtesy of me and @mochie85 😄

Taglist:

Everything: @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @imalovernotahater @mygfloki @lucylaufeyson3 @thomase1 @springdandelixn @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @laliceee @xorpsbane @gigglingtigger @silverfire475 @cabingrlandrandomcrap @vickie5446 @salempoe @lokixryss @sinsandguilt @lokidbadguy @alexakeyloveloki @glitterylokislut @arch-venus25 @freefrommars @littlemortals @cakesandtom @girl-of-multi-fandoms @mischief2sarawr @thedistractedagglomeration @five-miles-over @goblingirlsarah @peaches1958 @huntress-artemiss @lilibet261 @iobsessoverfictionalmen @holymultiplefandomsbatman @lovingchoices14 @avoliax @devilsadvocactus @purplegrrl27 @lokiprompts @sititran @imherefortomhiddleston @ladyjames78 @stupidthoughtsinwriting @kikster606 @evelyn-kingsley

Loki taglist: @calumance @severuslovebot

#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #mcu fanfiction #loki laufeyson fanfic #muddyorbs writes #mochie85

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thisweekingundamwing · 26 days

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This Week in Gundam Wing 25-31 August 2024

Here’s the roundup for August 25th - August 31st, 2024!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make this next week!

~Mod Hel

Fanfiction/Ideas/Snippets:

@janaverse

Tainted Sleep https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/760346843437760512/tainted-sleep-it-was-inevitable-heero-supposed

Sims Universe, Heero Yuy, drabble, NSFW

it was inevitable, heero supposed, that he would have a sexual dream that night.

Arts/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@dailydefunctmangamagazine

https://dailydefunctmangamagazine.tumblr.com/post/759523062280536064/comic-bombom-%E3%82%B3%E3%83%9F%E3%83%83%E3%82%AF%E3%83%9C%E3%83%B3%E3%83%9C%E3%83%B3-k%C5%8Ddansha-%E8%AC%9B%E8%AB%87%E7%A4%BE-aug

Old Manga Magazine cover, official art

@illuminesce

https://www.tumblr.com/illuminesce/759769536173129728/based-on-a-very-funny-conversation-with-my

GW Pilots ad D&D characters, fanart

@sailorfutaba

https://sailorfutaba.tumblr.com/post/760329878634741760/it-is-dangerous-to-declare-your-ask-box-open-for

WuFei Chang, fanart

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@sailorfutaba

https://sailorfutaba.tumblr.com/post/759405798859407360/what-i-really-love-about-her-is-that-her-feelings

Noin, gifset

https://sailorfutaba.tumblr.com/post/759750070296002560/nuuuuh-theyre-so-cute-it-literally-a-mirror

Zechs Merquise, gifset

https://sailorfutaba.tumblr.com/post/759623248580378626/he-was-so-bishie-literally-his-mask-splode

More Zechs and some trivia.

@seaofolives

https://seaofolives.tumblr.com/post/759431863485022208/what-do-you-mean-trowas-real-name-is-triton-and

Trowa(Triton) Barton(Bloom), gifset

https://seaofolives.tumblr.com/post/759794194287099904/all-im-saying-is-that-if-duo-decided-to-become-a

Duo Maxwell, Hilde Schbeiker, gifset

Fandom Discourse:

@natvoltaic

https://natvoltaic.tumblr.com/post/759912764308389888/wing-is-fucking-great-actually-not-even-in-the

Wing rocks.

@seaofolives

https://www.tumblr.com/seaofolives/760239640287576064/torokatober2024-pastebincom

Prompt List!

@talliyasfics

https://talliyasfics.tumblr.com/post/760079882408558592/fic-author-never-have-i-ever-ask-game-gundam-wing

I’ma do it y’all... just wait for it. Marvel Crossover idea with WinterHawk in Heavyarms and Deathscythe.

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/760185073195679744/sally-whats-up-wufei-wufei-after-getting-back

Sally & WuFei

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompts for Friday, September 6th: https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/760328389280317440/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday

In need of prompts!

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/730188053636841472/updated-events-calendar

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

GW Holiday Gift Exchange 2024

Sign-ups OPEN: https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/760398363123384320/hey-gundam-wingers-the-gundam-wing-holiday-gift

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #25-31 August 2024

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rorywritesjunk · 5 months

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There's no race, no ending in sight

r rating. title comes from "two of us on the run" by lucius

(i don't know how long this will be, eight parts? ten parts? who knows. There's a lizard mentioned in this btw, not just Crocodile)

Taglist: @hey-august

pt 1 + pt 2 + p3 + p4 + pt 5 + pt 6 + pt 7 +Pt 8 + Pt 9 + Pt 10 + Pt 11 + Pt 12 + Pt 13 + Pt 14 + Pt 15 + pt 16 + Pt 17 (End)

Pt 6

Sunny kept her distance from Buggy after the dinner. How dare he question her happiness with her marriage, it wasn't any of his business. Why did it matter to him? She hated that he asked, hated that he touched her, kissed the back of her hand, and she wished she did slap him for it.

If Crocodile found out then the clown would have been killed that night for sure.

She stopped going by the tent. She didn't want to be alone with him in case he asked those questions again.

No, she wasn't happy in her marriage but Buggy had no reason to know that. It didn't matter if she was anyway. She was stuck married to Crocodile if he had anything to say about it. He wouldn't let her go no matter how much she begged and fought him. She was stuck.

Sunny put on some comfortable clothes, deciding she wanted to go for a walk on the island. It would be safe. She knew she had to tell Crocodile or he would go looking for her. She didn't want to see him upset so she went to his office and knocked on the door.

"Come in." She heard him say, amusement in his voice. She opened the door and stepped in, making her way to his desk. "You knock so quietly, I always know it's you."

"Well, I don't want to interrupt you." Sunny told him with a shrug. "But I wanted to tell you I was going to go for a walk. You can come with me if you want?"

He reached for her hand and she let him take it, being pulled into his lap. She made herself comfortable, looking up at him as he reached up to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. She tried not to think of Buggy that night, how he kissed her hand, looked into her eyes, but it was hard. These two men were so different, but only one loved her. Buggy was a clown trying to play some dumb mind game with her.

"Is something on your mind, darling?" Crocodile asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Oh, nothing, really." Sunny shrugged as she let her head rest against his chest. He was so much taller than her that even sitting she still felt so small in his arms. "Did you want to come along with me?"

"I would but I'm afraid I have a meeting soon." He told her, taking the cigar from his mouth and setting it aside. She nodded, figuring that would be the answer. He barely made himself available at night, it was dumb to think he would want to come along with her. Part of her was glad, though, because she wanted to be alone. She only asked so he wouldn't be upset. "I don't want you walking by yourself, however. Get the clown to go with you."

"The clown... what, why?" Sunny hoped he didn't notice how fast she responded. He hated Buggy. Why would he want him to tag along?

"Because if something happened to you, I could have a reason to kill him." Crocodile told her. It was so calm and casual Sunny almost didn't catch what he said. She sat up straighter and looked at him with a frown.

"If there's trouble I'll just push him towards it and run." She replied as he stroked her cheek gently, chuckling at her response.

"That's my girl."

Sunny stood in front of Buggy's tent and sighed. She didn't want to do this but she needed to get over the dinner. Buggy and Crocodile worked together, there was no doubt they would be interacting again and frequently. Grumbling to herself she stepped inside. Buggy was barking orders to his men as Richie lounged nearby, perking up when he saw Sunny enter.

The lion got up and hurried over to her, purring and yowling for attention which Sunny was happy to give. Buggy turned to see what had Richie agitated, only to swear under his breath when he saw Sunny.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded as Richie rolled onto his back. Sunny smiled and knelt down to rub his belly. Buggy had to look away. He didn't want to see her smile like that.

"I wanted to go for a walk and Crocodile wants you to come with me in case of trouble." She told him as she continued petting Richie. Buggy looked surprised by that.

"Really? Well, can you blame him? I am strong and a fierce fighter." He replied rather proudly, stroking his chin as he looked smug.

"Oh, no, it's just so he can kill you if something happens to me." She said, shattering his mood. She stood up and looked at Buggy, ignoring him crouched on the floor, looking defeated by her words. "Come on, clown. I need to stretch my legs."

Buggy kept several steps back as Sunny and Richie explored. The cat insisted on tagging along, having taken a liking to Sunny. Buggy couldn't stand that. The damn cat was bouncing around like he was some kitten and Sunny kept laughing at his antics. He even pounced on a dandelion, the flood exploding into his face and getting stuck in his fur. He let out a pathetic whine and looked at her.

"You're such a baby." She giggled as she picked the seeds from his fur as Buggy watched with a frown.

"He's vicious, you know! He might bite you!" Buggy warned her. "I'm not pulling your arm out of his gut when he decides to take a chunk outta ya."

"Oh hush, he wouldn't hurt me." Sunny shot back as she finished cleaning Richie's face. "He's a big sweetie."

"Yea? Your husband the same way?" Buggy grumbled. Sunny looked at him and he stopped; they were staring at each other, Buggy wondering if he should have kept his mouth shut while Sunny debated on arguing with him again. She sighed and looked back at Richie.

"Shut up, Buggy."

"What?! I'm just saying, geez!" Buggy rolled his eyes as Sunny stood up and started walking again. Richie got up to follow after her, giving Buggy a look that had the clown wondering if maybe Richie would turn on him and not Sunny. He didn't want to find out. What he wanted to know was why Sunny married someone as vicious as Crocodile when she didn't seem to care about the man at all. "So, your marriage-"

He didn't get a chance to ask because Sunny stopped and let out a horrific scream. Buggy could still see her, she was standing upright, but why would she make such a noise? He rushed over to her and she ducked behind him, covering her face as she squealed in fear.

"What, what's wrong?!" Buggy demanded, frantically looking for any oncoming threat. He couldn't see anything. "Answer me, Sunny!"

She grabbed the back of his shirt with one hand while pointing shakily towards a small boulder. Buggy looked to where she was pointing. He couldn't believe it.

"It's a tiny little lizard!" He snapped at her as she kept her face hidden. A tiny pink lizard was basking in the sun peacefully, unbothered by Sunny's distress. "For crying out loud, I thought you were about to be killed!"

"I-I'm scared of lizards, Buggy!" She cried as Richie went over to sniff at it. It stuck its tongue out at him, startling the lion.

"You're married to one, geez!" Buggy went to shoo the lizard away. It didn't budge.

"I never wanted to be!"

Buggy turned to look at her. That just caused him to want to ask more questions. She didn't seem to realize what she said, sniffing loudly as she kept back from the lizard.

"You don't want to be married to him?" Buggy asked. "Then why the hell are you?!"

"What?" She looked up at him, wiping her eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"You just said you never wanted to marry Crocodile." Buggy reminded her, watching Sunny's eyes grow wide. "Why are you married to him then if you don't want to be?!"

She stared at him, brain trying to think of how to tell Buggy he misheard her. No, no, the clown didn't need to know anything about her marriage, but she was tired of pretending after all this time.

She sniffed, straightening up as he handed her a handkerchief from his pocket. She took it and wiped her face.

"You know how dangerous he is, Buggy." Sunny sighed. "You try saying no to him. He gets what he wants."

"You married him because you didn't want to say no?" He seemed confused by that. "Why marry someone you didn't want to be with?!"

"You're a damn idiot." Sunny told him. "You know, forget it." She tried to hand the handkerchief back to him but he couldn't take it so she stuck it in her pocket. "Just... Ignore what I said. I was distressed and not thinking."

"Why don't you just leave him then?" Buggy asked. He didn't want to drop it. He wanted to understand this situation because it was confusing for him, not to mention it could be useful to have dirt on Crocodile.

"I tried that, clown, when he was in prison!" She huffed in frustration and crossed her arms. "He still found me, okay, there's no leaving him. I'm married to him until either of us dies and that isn't happening any time soon." She looked over at Richie, the lion was sniffing the boulder. "Just... Forget it, Buggy. You don't understand so forget I said anything, please?"

He wanted to keep asking, he wanted answers, but the way she said please, turning to look at him with dull eyes, the brightness gone from them had him keeping his mouth shut.

For a moment.

"If you weren't with him then you could have a choice who you wanted to be with." Buggy told her as he clenched his fists. "There's others out there who would want to be with you!"

"That so?" Sunny chuckled softly. "You got someone lined up for me, Buggy? You're desperate to get rid of me, aren't you?"

"What if it was me?!" He asked. "What if I was with you?!"

Sunny froze, staring at him in surprise. He seemed to realize what he said, ready to make excuses, but she just started laughing.

"You're funny, Buggy." She smiled. "Thank you for making me laugh."

That wasn't his intention but he kept his mouth shut.

#mini fic #sunny x buggy #sunny x crocodile #buggy the clown #sir crocodile #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #sir crocodile x oc #crocodile x oc

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token-08 · 5 months

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Battalia Bendetta Chapter 1 - Seeds of the Future

It was 7:14 AM, August 26th in SouthEast Yoyo City. Sunday Simms woke up with a yawn, before breaking into a wide grin. Today they finally were going to begin High School, and they were ecstatic to say the least. They got dressed, brushed their teeth, made some breakfast and left the house fully ready and in High-Schooler Mode™. They left in a run to try to get on campus in time. They hummed to themself as they dashed, mentally making plans to join clubs and make friends and-

Suddenly they were grabbed by their hood, jolting them backwards, nearly dropping them to the ground. “Ack-!” Before they can react to the tug a large truck whizzed past, blaring its horn at them loudly. It surely would have hit them had it not been for whoever pulled them back. They quickly spun around to see who their rescuer was. It was a girl, slightly shorter than them, sporting short, dark navy colored hair cut into a short bob that was longer in the front and shorter in the back. She wore a black graphic tee with a white sweater beneath. She wouldn’t have looked out of place at a punk concert. Sunday had surely never seen this girl before, but something about her face seemed so familiar. Could it be…?

“Hey Sunny. Sorry for the scare, but I couldn’t let you die before the first day even started.”

“Erika! You look so different now, I didn't even recognize you!”

Sunday wrapped their arms tightly around Erika, both in thanks for saving their life, and in joy of seeing their best friend again. Sunday and Erika had met in the fourth grade, and have been stuck like glue ever since, though they hadn’t seen each other at all during the latter half of their summer vacation as Sunday had been on a trip visiting their dad. If you were to ask them, they’d say they were made for each other. They had shared interests in going to parks and cafés, they both enjoyed hiking and playing video games together, and they shared a massive love for their favorite series, ‘Maiden Senshi.’ The two even supplemented the weak points that each other had. Sunday was the most friendly person you could ever meet, but they had a frequent tendency to do things without thinking about them all the way through (They had a ‘heart of gold but head of air,’ as Erika often remarked.) Erika, however, was extremely clever, especially academically, but her cold and blunt personality made making friends extremely difficult for her. Compounded with her struggle to understand what people were feeling, socialization was a struggle for Erika. Sunday would be helpless if not for Erika’s quick thinking getting them out of jams time and time again, and Erika likely would be all on her own without Sunny’s camaraderie and warmth. Together, they were a complementary pair.

Sunday finally released the prisoner from their Alcatrazean embrace and they began to idly chat on their way to school.

“So! What made you change up your style? It looks amazing!”

Erika enjoyed the sweet words before making her response. “I think I just wanted to wear something more unique. Something a bit more… like me, y’know?”

“Hehe, well it definitely suits you!”

Erika then suddenly remembered something that she was waiting to mention to her friend while she had the chance.

“I want to try to join the photography club.”

“Photography? Oh! That’s awesome! Remember back at the zoo when you took that really good hippo photo? That one that got featured on the Nature Channel!”

“You really remembered that? That was back in like fifth grade wasn’t it?”

“Of course I remember! It was awesome!” Sunday beamed at Erika, who couldn’t help but smile back.

Finally, the duo had arrived at the school. The building that they would be attending for the next three years. Up close, the building seemed so much larger and more intimidating than they could imagine. It was in part that they’d never been so close, with the other part being the fact that they were really here now. In high school. Sunday was about to make a remark to Erika, but when they turned to her she was already walking off.

“I can't be late, I’ll be seeing you.”

“Hey! You can’t just walk off like that!” Wailed Sunday, but Erika seemingly didn’t hear or didn’t care, leaving them alone and destitute in the large courtyard. They mourned for a moment, but figured that their clever friend did probably have a point about not being late. It was the first day after all, and they couldn't live with that kind of reputation for the rest of the year. Reluctantly, they entered the building and went in the direction of their class.

Sunday was placed in Class C, which was located on the second floor, as were the rest of the first years. The class stood fourth door down from the start of the hallway and was taught under the careful guidance of Ms. Leason. Sunday made sure to memorize all of this information so that they didn’t risk getting completely lost in the massive expanse of the building, something that happened to them more times in past schools than they would like to admit.

The first class was a relatively standard first-day-of-the-year protocol. The teacher introduced herself and then started calling students up alphabetically to do the same. Sunday listened attentively, trying to make a mental note of every person’s name and face. A stranger was just a friend you haven't met, after all! When it was finally their own turn they eagerly piped up and stood.

“My name is Sunday Simms! I went to Mela Junior High before I went here! I hope to make friends with you all!”

Ms. Leason nodded. “Thank you, Sunday. Next, Falon Spiel, please.”

A boy situated one desk forward and two desks left from Sunday rose. He dressed nicer than most other students, wearing a white dress shirt and a tie. His hair was dreaded and parted down the middle. These, by themselves, would be pretty average features. Maybe it was slightly strange that he was so dressed up compared to the rest of the student body, but Sunday figured that everyone had their own style. However, it wasn’t those traits that stood out; it was the white eyepatch he had wrapped around his head, covering his right eye. Immediately, Sunday’s mind went wild. What could have happened to him? Arrow? Acid? Axe attack? Probably not that last one, as there would probably be some kind of scar left. No scar left… Maybe it was fake? Although possible, that theory didn’t feel quite right either. Lost in thought, they almost completely missed him actually introducing himself. They shook themself from their wild imagination to listen. Perhaps he’d say something about his strange accessory.

“Hello everyone. My name is Falon Spiel. I also come from Mela Junior High. I’m pleased to make everyone’s acquaintance.” He bowed and closed his eye with a grin. Maybe he was winking? It was unclear, but obviously meant to appear playful, which was an odd contrast to his overly formal introduction. Sunday had already grown even more suspicious of their bizarre classmate. He also went to Mela? They didn't remember anyone like him, eye patch or not. He seemed completely unfamiliar. They really were trying to just pass over it, but they just couldn’t shake the strange feeling they got about him. He just seemed so… off. Eyepatch? ‘From the same school’ yet they didn’t know him? Was this guy a time traveler or something? No matter how hard they tried to eject the thoughts they just couldn’t get that weird guy out of their mind.

The rest of school went by in a flash. Or at least it felt like a flash to Sunday, who operated distractedly throughout the day. They had made several attempts to try to speak with their fishy classmate but it felt as if he had a posse doting on him at all times. Seemingly everyone in Class C wanted a piece of the mysterious Falon Spiel. Sunday walked out of the building at the end of the day, defeated and more focused on their classmate than their surroundings. They were preparing to wait for Erika, yet hadn’t realized that she was already waiting right in front of them. Their friend waved her hand in front of their face to break their daze.

“Sunny? You’re thinking. What's going on?” Sunday found the comment slightly funny, but they knew Erika well enough to know that she was being completely genuine with the inquiry. The two began their walk as Sunday responded.

“Nothing… Well, mostly nothing. Was there ever anyone at our old school named Falon Spiel? Black kid, dreads, about yay high?” They held their hand a couple inches above their head, as it was the best estimate they could give of his height without being able to get any closer to him.

“No, I don’t remember anyone named or looking like that. Why do you ask?”

“Because he was there today in class.. He was dressed up all fancy and was wearing an eyepatch. According to him, he also went to Mela.”

“An eyepatch? Why?”

“That’s what I was thinking! This guy has been on my mind all day but I didn’t have a chance to ask him anything because it’s like he has his own fan club!”

“That is all pretty strange… I suppose you just need to ask him when you get a chance, right?”

“Well, that’s what I was thinking today. But then I thought that it would be super weird if I just went up to this guy I’d never met and said ‘Hi! My name is Sunday! What’s the deal with the eye patch and why did you lie about going to my school?’”

Erika laughed. “I suppose that would be pretty weird. So, what’s your plan?”

Sunday put their head in their hands. “I have absolutely no idea.”

Erika sighed; she really should have expected that answer. She looked down the street they were walking past and spotted her house. “This is where I leave you to your own. Good luck with that whole Falon thing.”

It was now Sunday's turn to sigh at their friend. That girl really couldn’t stick around today it felt like. For a second time today, they were walking down the road, alone, lost in thought, though this time under different pretenses (but still making sure to look both ways before crossing). They walked the rest of the way home as fatigue began to set in. They weren’t sure whether to attribute it to the first day of school adrenaline wearing off or to how much they tried to think today, but they were spent. They entered their home expecting to see their mother waiting for them, as had become a usual for when they got home from school, but they didn’t see her anywhere. They did, however, spot a yellow sticky note stuck to the counter, and gave it a read.

“Felt ill and turned in early, ham and cheese in the fridge! - Mom”

They thought about having the sandwich, but decided that they’d save it for later. As for right now: they needed a power nap. After one quick rest they knew they’d be back to their hyper-energized self. They opened the door to their room to quickly nap and their eyes went wide.

Who is that in their room?

The small girl sat in Sunday’s chair. She didn’t appear fully grown, but also not quite like a child either. If they had to guess she may have been about 13 or 14 years old. Her skin was golden brown and her hair was white and flowing, as was the strangely elegant dress she wore. Her body was wrapped in many contour golden rings: A set on her ankles, a set on her wrists, one wrapped around her waist, and one wrapped around her head like a size-too-small halo. To call her unassuming would be a lie. But even with all the jewelry, nothing about her compared to her eyes. They were colored a bright platinum, and were as splendid as if they were actually glowing. Wait, were her eyes actually glowing? No, they couldn’t be… The eyes, or her face as a whole, rather, appeared unfeeling. The stranger was completely unbothered as the owner of the room she was intruding in analyzed her. Is she waiting for them? Who is this? Why is she here? What in the world is going on?

Finally, Sunday swallowed their fear and spoke to the mystery girl. “You… who are you? What are you doing here?”

“To give you the gift to protect, Sunday Simms.” The girl spoke very simply. Her voice was flat, as if she belonged here and that this was something they were meant to know. Her mannerisms of speech actually reminded Sunday of a younger Erika, that is to say it was as if she hadn’t quite figured out how to feel yet. On their friend it was quite funny and their parents had even found it cute. But on this stranger it seemed more unnerving than anything else.

“The… what? And you didn’t tell me who you are! Or how you got here!”

“My apologies. My name is Boast. A goddess long forgotten. I am the embodiment of energy, of victory, of adrenaline. When you feel your blood rush, when you get back up, when you punch and kick and give every fight your all, that is you feeling me. I have come here to give you a piece of my power. To give you a way to protect yourself and others from what is to come.”

The answers they received did little but open up a boundless list of new questions. A goddess? What is to come? What the hell is she talking about? Is this real?

“There’s no way… Is this a prank? If it is, it's not funny!”

“If you disbelieve me, then I implore you: try to remove one of my rings.” Boast held out an arm towards Sunday, wrist up, seemingly vulnerable, offering a golden ring. Cautiously, they lightly touched the ring to grab hold. But with only a light grazing of their finger on the jewelry, a terrible sensation blazed through their hand. The ring wasn’t hot. If anything, the metal was actually slightly cold. The feeling when they gripped it, though, it was as if it were burning. They recoiled from the painful touch before dubiously bracing themself to reach for it again, but Boast put up a hand to signify for them to stop.

“I advise you to not try that again. These are the Rings of Binding. Forged by the gods to inhibit. I am fortunate to be strong enough to bear the burden, but to a human they could prove themselves fatal.”

“But why did they put them on you? You seem…” They analyzed the goddess’ appearance before finishing the thought. “Harmless.”

For the first time, Boast paused for a moment before responding. She held her finger and thumb to her chin, looked to the ground, and pursed her lips in deep thought. In that moment, and for only that moment, she really did resemble a child.

Boast raised her head again. “Have you heard the story of Prometheus? It is an ancient tale, originating from Greece. It’s the story of a god who brought fire from the heavens to mankind, and was reprimanded for it with terrible punishment.”

“Are you trying to say that you’re like him? What did you do then?”

“I gave you, humans, a palette for victory. The taste for more. I am why humans summited Everest. Why they crossed the seas, why they placed a flag on the moon. The gods find your ambition blasphemous. I view it as the missing piece you needed to be whole.”

Sunday was taken aback by this. This girl, this small and inconspicuous girl sitting in their desk chair, was the arbiter of drive and want and ambition in all of mankind. As this sunk in, they decided that they finally, finally, were beginning to trust her. They felt that finally, finally, they were ready to listen.

“Okay. What do you need from me?”

“There soon will be monsters that walk this earth. I am going to give you a piece of me. With this piece you will be stronger, faster, and more vigorous. Additionally, there will be an unforeseen side effect.” Sunday made a face of worry at that comment. ‘Unforeseen side effects’ are typically not a good thing.

Boast noticed their expression and elaborated. “Worry not, they are not harmful. Quite the contrary in fact. My power will reflect in your soul like a prism, and in doing so unlock abilities that represent what you are inside your heart.”

Sunday’s tension turned to intrigue. Abilities that reflect who they were inside? What would they say about them?

Boast continued, “It is with this very power that you will take on the beasts of corruption, known as Pollutions. As you foster this power, you shall grow stronger. And since the power you hold is a piece of me, as will I. With enough time and growth, I eventually should accumulate enough power to break free of these Binding Rings and finally purify the world completely of the Pollutions. That objective is our ultimate goal.”

Sunday nodded. Despite the lengthy explanation the plan seemed deceptively simple. Borrow her power, fight the bad guys, give it back, she gets rid of them for good. They could do this. It seemed easy peasy, right?

“Okay then. I’m ready. How do we do this?”

“It’s quite simple. Lie down.” Sunday did as told, lying down on their bed and Boast, careful not to let Sunday touch any of her Rings, rose from her seat in Sunday’s chair and placed both her hands in the center of Sunday’s abdomen, as if she were about to give the mortal CPR.

“Now. I am going to channel my energy throughout you. This will take a lot from you. Are you prepared?”

They nodded and closed their eyes, nerves beginning to rise. They felt the goddess press down and start quietly chanting in a language they were struggling to place. Italian maybe? Likely some grandfather language to it, though that was unimportant.

When Boast said it would take a lot from them, they assumed she meant that it would be strenuous, or painful like when they attempted to touch the Binding Ring, but it resembled neither.ather, it was more like being given anesthesia at the doctor. They forced their eyes open in an attempt to stay awake a second longer during the process, but a second was all they were gifted. The last thing they were able to recall before finally fading into sleep was the glow of the Boast's pale eyes in their fading room.

And then there was nothing.

#original w #original writing #stor #urban #Battalia Bendetta

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hey-august · 6 months

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🍓🎲🪐

Woo, tyyyy!

🍓⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

I wrote about it in this response. One-liner for here - I needed to take some of the words out of my head and figured other people might want to hear them.

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?

A terrible sleep schedule and ADHD. 🥲 On a more introspective note, perfectionism and comparing myself to others. I'm trying to flip my approach to those feelings from being afraid to write to motivation to keep growing.

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

1. The work trip I went on was actually very fun. I socialized, ate good food, and the one event I planned went off without a hitch. 2. I'm going to a Fall Out Boy concert very very soon. 3. I feel some hobbies coming out of hibernation and I am excited. We'll see if baking or some sort of paper-craft kick in first.

This ask game + my ask game responses

#hey-august ask game response

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faffreux · 7 months

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hey, i hope you’re doing alright! could i ask you to describe some of your favorite dreams with fawful? your art about your dreams is beautiful and i would love to hear the story behind some of it!

Thank you so much! I'm fine, I promise <3

How about I start this off by telling you about the first dream he ever appeared in? I went back and found a post I wrote back in early 2021 where I described it, so I'll be sharing that again here. The original time of this dream was in August of 2020.

For context this was a very difficult time in my life where I was intensely overworked at my job to the degree that it was impacting my physical and mental health horribly and causing me to question myself and my capabilities, so this dream couldn't have come at a better time than it did.

08/28/2020

I dreamed I was outside during a quiet rainstorm when a skeleton key fell out of the sky and landed at my feet. Around the end of it was tied a bright, red ribbon. I remember looking around and trying to find where the key might fit but having no luck.

I woke up.

08/29/2020

Tonight I dreamed again. I found myself standing in what can only be described as a white void, a place devoid of emotion or color… That is, until I looked up. Hovering above were doors of many different colors and shapes, all of them unique in their own way. Upon observing each you could see various things happening around and within each one of them.

Some seemed to create music, others seemed to move as if they were alive. I could hear a quiet whispering inside a few, or knocking behind others. Inwardly, I knew they were all portals to other dimensions and worlds beyond my own. It was if I had found myself at the crossroads where the entrances to many universes converged.

My gaze then shifted downward where I suddenly realized I was holding the skeleton key from the dream prior in the palm of my hand, the end of it still wrapped in the same red ribbon. When I lifted my head back up, my gaze met a door directly in front of me: one that not only happened to be the same red as the ribbon tied to the key in my hand, but that was also the only door planted firmly on the ground. I knew the key must belong to it.

Just as I held up the key and started to walk forward, the door began to open on its own and a very familiar figure stepped out. It was Fawful, dressed in the same red cape I knew from Bowser’s Inside Story. He looked almost… lost? Like he didn’t entirely know why he was here. (Not that I can blame him!)

As he stepped further out the door, he noticed me and we locked eyes for the first time. There was a long moment of silence before he started to walk towards me, and when he was about four feet away he paused and just… stared. Everything about his expression said he was trying to figure me out, perhaps in an attempt to make sense of why any of this was happening at all. However, the longer he looked at me, the more his expression began to change… from confusion first, then concern, and then finally the most unexpected one of all: understanding.

And that’s when it hit me… Fawful understood. He knew exactly what it was like to overwork yourself. In the game, his minions spoke about how hard he worked, how stressed he was, and he himself lamented towards the end over the fact that he did his absolute best and still fell short despite it all. He was no stranger to any of this.

And just as this realization had hit me, I felt his hand on my chin. He was here now, directly in front of me with that enormous, beautiful smile of his that I had grown to love so much. At this point I started to sob, and in response he wrapped both of his arms around me in a tight embrace of what I can only describe as pure comfort and relief.

Things stayed like this for a while, and the dream seemed to melt away slowly until I found myself awake in my bed, my eyes and pillow beneath my head still wet with tears.

After that... well, the rest is history. I've had countless other adventures with him since, both in sleep and wake alike.

#asks #fawfultalk

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blood-mocha-latte · 9 months

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for the fic ask meme, luztoye postwar roadtrip PLS 🥹🥹🥹🙏

ask and you shall receive!! this is actually Thee First Fic i began to write for band of brothers: she's here, she's queer, she's over 3 installments and 150k of pure luztoye nonsense. half of it is under a cut, because it got Long :)

from this tag (ask) game :)

The world’s been at peace for a year. August of 1946 dawns gently.

“Made a call today,” Bill says casually, as the sun dips, blood red, back into the horizon. Joe had watched it rise this morning, and set the night before. He’ll probably watch it rise again tomorrow.

“Okay.” He says, in address to Bill, who hums.

“Yeah. Down to Rhode Island. Rather big Portuguese immigrant population down there, didja know?”

Joe didn’t. “Sure.”

“Well, I only know that because George Luz picked up the receiver and started speaking in rapid fire Spanish — or whatever the hell they speak down in Portugal.” Joe keeps staring out the window. He starts tapping his fingertips against the armchair of the wheelchair, though.

Bill, taking this as his response, continues on. “Anyways, after sorting out whatever tongues shit he was saying, we got down to business. First, he apologised. See, apparently, he’s got this sister — he’s got nine goddamn siblings, can you believe that? — anyways, he’s got this sister, right?”

“Sure.”

“And his sister, according to him — but paraphrased by me — is a little khaki wacky, ya get it?”

“Naturally.”

“So, long story short, she’s stuck in a goddamn Spain army base and they won’t let her leave again because her passport’s all out of whack, so he’s been trying to sort that out. Shit, maybe he was speaking Spanish, then. Or maybe he thought I was his sister at first? Well, first of all, that’s goddamn insulting, don’t you think?”

“Hm.”

“—Second of all, I don’t think he did, because apparently he’s trying to get in contact with the foreign affairs office down there. Anyways—” Bill waves his hand, as if to erase the story from his train of thought. “I bummed his phone number offa Perconte – I have his address, but I’m too impatient to send a letter.”

“Of course.”

“So he picks up, starts speaking in whatever the hell that was, switches to English, says ah, hey, it’s my favourite VD! and we get down to business, right?”

“Right.”

“Right! So we get down to business, and he explains in the most confusing way possible why his sister’s in Spain, and I’m just tryin’ to figure out what the hell’s going on, and then I say, hey, if you need a break from all that, you should come visit!” Bill pauses, here, as if to let his words sink in.

They sink in just fine, but Joe doesn’t turn away from the window. “Seems logical.” He says.

#rie answers #fun fact this is Not three to five sentences #but who gives a shit!! behold my eldest #luztoye

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erenswife21 · 11 months

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Cold Hearted: Chapter 2

Modern AU Law x Fem!Black Reader

previous chapters:

TW: some angst, smoking (weed and cigarettes), fighting,cussing, blood, violence, bullying

Chapter 2 is here!!

Note: I feel like this is going slow but please stick with me. Also I know the blood blood fruit is not real but I figured why not 🤷🏽‍♀️. I also just wanted to give a small flashback of Y/Ns life that you'll learn more about as the chapter go on.

Sunday, August 14th

"We're called the Straw Hats, wanna join?"

Luffy ask with a huge smile on putting a straw hat on his head. 'Well the name makes sense'. You thought some more about Luffys strange request considering almost everyone just met you.

"Fuck it why not." You say shrugging your shoulders.

You were a pretty spontaneous person and you were always down to do anything if it were reasonable.

Luffy starts laughing and patting his knee like crazy "that's great welcome to the crew." He gleams with joy.

You laugh and smile thinking about how cool Luffy is. You're sitting at a big round table in what appears to be your guys dining room. To your left is Nami, to your right is Robin, and Luffy is sitting on the table facing you.

You've never seen anyone like Luffy before and he definitely surprises you the more that you get to know him. As you look away from Luffy you see a blonde haired man making googly eyes at you for a little too long.

"Soooo I'm Sanji and does a gorgeous woman like you have a name." He flirts.

"I'm Y/N L/N it's nice to meet you Sanji, you're not bad yourself."

Sanji isn't used to other women flirting back with him so he has an instant nosebleed reaction which lands him on the floor muttering "She called me handsome."

A green haired man walks in with an adorable looking raccoon on his shoulder.

"Get off the floor you curly eyebrowed freak." He growls.

"Screw you moss head." Sanji barks back getting up.

You direct your attention to this apparent moss head, observing him 'he's cute' you thought but before can say anything you see this cute looking raccoon on his right shoulder and suddenly you jump up with excitement

"OMG he is soooo cute, what's your name and what are you?"

He gleams "Awe silly you don't have to call me that, it's not like it's makes me happy or anything." This makes you laugh harder.

"His name is Chopper, Tony Tony Chopper and he's a reindeer, I'm Roronoa Zoro."

He extends a hand for you to shake and you gladly do so. He looks you up and down almost either admiring your figure or he's giving you a mental background check.

You blush deciding to be delusional and think he's checking you out.

"I'm Y/N L/N, it's nice to meet both of you" you smile.

He nods and then looks over at Usopp who is sitting on the couch playing a video game on the PS5.

"Ya Usopp you tryna run and get some saké with me," Usopp gets up and turns off the playstation.

"You only want me to go with you cause you'll get lost even with the GPS."

Usopp was the first to greet you when you walked into the house and of course he didn't fail to mention that he's some famous 'sniper king' and great inventor. You thought Usopp was also cute with his slick back, big puffy ponytail, and broad chest, it definitely made him look attractive in your opinion.

"Can you take me or not long nose."

Zoros voice agitated cause he's ready to drink. Usopp was gonna say no at first but then he remembered he needed to get something from the store anyway.

Usopp directs his attention over to you, "Hey Y/N do you smoke because I sell" pointing his fingers at you like he's trying to sell a product with a big grin.

"Okayy plug Usopp and yeah I do actually I had to bring my dap pen cause ya know can't have weed on the plane," your response sounded quirky; showing everyone your pink bedazzled dap pen.

"Wow you're definitely a girl," you hear Zoro say looking at your dap pen.

"Hey what is that supposed to mean, I think it's rather cute, it's very me." With a small pout and chuckle.

At this point Luffy is laughing uncontrollably, he might've took an edible earlier cause he laughing more than usual. Nami gets up from her seat and comes up behind Zoro hitting him in the back of head.

"SHUT UP ZORO, don't listen to him Y/N I think it's cute, do you think you can make me one?"

Your mouth is agape trying to not laugh at what just happened. Zoro mutter something under his breath walking to sit on the couch.

"Of course I can Nami, what about you Robin?"

Robin smiles "No thanks I don't smoke I prefer a nice drink with a book, I guess you could call me boring."

Sanji out of nowhere, "There is nothing wrong with you Robin, you are perfect the way you are my sweet beautiful gorgeous angel."

At this point everyone is dying laughing not phased by Sanjis antics. For the rest of the night you guys basically had an initiation for you since you just joined the Straw Hat crew. You guys drank and smoked some weed until you all retired to bed.

A/N I decided to not write Brook, Franky, and Jimbe into the book cause I wasn't sure how they would fit.

Timeskip~

You are sharing a room with Nami and Robin, after a long night of getting to know your new friend group and hearing about everyone's passion and devil fruit/speacial abilities. Also, seeing Luffy get the size of a house from eating all of Sanjis cooking was something you'll never forget. You all decided to head to sleep because you all had class in the morning.

To your surprise you, Nami, and Robin all have first semester Chemistry together as well as Intro to Greek Mythology. It made you happy to able to meet such kind people because you didn't receive much kindness growing up; you were bullied a lot as a kid.

You were heading to sleep but you couldn't help but think about your passion and dreams of traveling the whole world; spreading joy to people around the world whether it be through music or spiritual healing.

Your mom knew you ate a rare and powerful paramecia devil fruit...The Blood Blood Fruit giving you the ability to control peoples bodies using their blood, you can also use your own or other peoples blood as defense when you have to fight.

With your power you can take lives and save lives making you rather important and an asset to the world government. If you had to choose you'd do everything in your power to protect those who couldn't protect themselves.

Your family spent years on the run before finding a Ping Fort Island in the North Blue, hiding from the World Government. Your mom did a good job of concealing your identity by making it seem like you died while traveling and changing your last name in order to get the World Government off your back, which is why you were able to have a simple life living in Ping Fort Island.

You roll over in your bed thinking about the episode from your childhood that led to you eating that damn fruit when you were younger and your family was living on the East Blue.

Flashback~

You were just a kid living on the East Blue with your mom, dad, and baby sister with big hopes and dreams. You were a shy kid who had a hard time making friends because you lacked social skills. But, there were three little boys in your village who would pick on you quit often.

Back then you didn't know how to fight or speak up for yourself so you would let them bully you. One day the boys took you deep into the forest. But before they left you they shoved a devil fruit down your throat and they told you to find your way back. You couldn't find your way back to the village and you were scared; missing for two days.

You ended up making your way back to the village and your parents were worried sick. When you saw the boys again you were angry but, they didn't care. They kept harassing and picking on you until you let your anger boil up and go too far. Let's just say one of the boys had his arm blown off without you even touching him.

Everyone in your village was scared of you which made you an interest for the world government because one of the boys snitched on you to his parents who told the world government. Your family escaped the island sometime later but, ever since leaving the East Blue you haven't been the same since. The light had been gone from your eyes for a long time but, you just recently was able to gain it back.

Currently no one else knows about your ability other than your family. Not even your best friend knows about your devil fruit, so you're even more scared that the straw hats might want to kick you out the crew if they learn about you. As you're thinking about tomorrow you ended up fall asleep and having a nightmare about losing control with your powers and hurting the people you love.

The Morning~

You decided to wear a pink mini skirt, white crop top and black chunky hightop sneakers (ya know with the thick white lace). You had some gold jewelry on with your gold necklace that had your name on it. you had light makeup on with a brown lip and gloss combo and you put your hair up in a cute style (your choice of style and I feel like Y/N got a belly piercing).

You were sitting at the table eating some bacon and eggs that you requested from Sanji, "Damn you can cook Sanji, that's very attractive." you flirt making Sanji blush and practically faint to the floor. You started giggling but, he soon got up when he realized that it's almost time for you guys to head out and Sanji wasn't even ready cause he kept gawking at you.

Today was your first day of class and it's current 7:45 am both, you and Sanji have class at 8am. Sanji offered to walk you to class but you declined because you didn't want him to get the wrong idea. You did however have him drop you off close to the building your class was in.

As soon a you got out the car Sanji didn't hesitate to roll down his window and start screaming "Y/N my love." you could hear him getting ready to embarrass you some more in front of everyone looking at you. So as you're walking you decide to close your eyes and imagine Sanjis body, the warmth of his skin and his blood coursing through him it struck a happy nerve in you knowing how warm his body was.

To Be Continued…

Thank you for reading 🙂.

#law x black reader #zoro x black reader #law x reader #trafalgar law #luffy x reader #one piece law #one piece zoro #one piece luffy #one piece #straw hat pirates #grand line #black reader #female #female black reader

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