#hoo boy thanks for letting me talk about all this!!

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hi hi hi!! i loved your preferences with the HoO boys! i was wondering if you could do another one, with literally any plot (ex- cuddling hcs, first kiss, or anything you feel like writing) with the same boys (+maybe nico if you write for him?) thank u!!

First Kiss - HoO Boys x Fem!Reader

author's note: hey i'm so glad you liked my work!! y'all have no idea how much it means to me omg :) i didn't include nico bc in the comments a valid point was brought up

warnings: kissing, cursing, whiskey is mentioned as a scent (tbh i've never smelled it, it's just vibes)

genre: fluff

word count: 3.2k (all bullet points)

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percy jackson

you and him would've started off as best friends

and as both of you get older, you start liking each-other

percy would 100% be aware of his crush on you

he knows he has it, but he just avoids acting on it

he kinda just does his best to ignore his feelings

bc even though he's charismatic and charming

he's shy and anxious

he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable

and make you never want to talk to him again

he doesn't want to ruin everything you guys have and lose your trust in him

so he undoubtedly tries to pursue someone else

he'll talk about this other girl to you

not to make you jealous

but instead as a weak attempt to make himself feel like he doesn't like you

not a good idea

he makes you unintentionally jealous

you distance yourself from him bc you like him but can't stand hearing abt another girl all the time

but, you don't want to ruin things for him (bc you are convinced he is crazily crushing on her)

so you decide that you've just gotta let him go

percy wonders why his best friend is being so distant

you guys go weeks barely communicating

percy is still trying to convince himself he doesn't like you

but distance makes the heart grow fonder

he realizes and accepts the fact that he is madly in love w/ you (who wouldn't be?)

and that he can't stand this weird distance between you guys anymore

he decides he needs to talk to you

so one day you're just sitting on the deck by the lake with your feet in the water

you're just contemplating your love affair with him

and you see him coming your way

you're trying to avoid him so you get up and start to leave

he literally sprints to you and grabs your arm

you turn to look at him and he asks you why you've been avoiding him

you snatch your arm out of his grip and tell him it's nothing and that you're busy

he doesn't let you leave and keeps asking

so you slide a passive aggressive comment, something like "i bet your girlfriend's thinking about you"

and he realizes that you're jealous

and that he didn't convince himself that he liked this other girl

but he convinced you

he tells you everything

he tells you how much he likes you and that he never even liked this other girl

he was just trying to convince himself he did bc he didn't want to ruin things between the two of you

you confess to liking him too

both of you kind of laugh off your stupid choices

after you're done laughing, you kinda just look into each-other's eyes

both of you are leaning in

until you hear someone coming, and percy just grabs you and jumps underwater

and you guys have your first kiss underwater

your arms are around his neck and his are on your waist

you're like pressed up against one-another

the kiss is kinda steamy bc let's be honest: you've wanted to kiss each-other for five years

but it's a sweet kiss

percy smells like vanilla

you can hear the person saying "i swear they were here a minute ago" and then walking off

you both come up to the surface undeniably blushing/hot and laughing

jason grace

listen, i love jason

that man is STIFF

like you could literally leave him a note that says "i want to kiss you"

and he'd find you and go "that was a pretty good song you suggested. i like this one-direction band"

LMAO

ok but anyways, you guys are frenemies

you guys started off as rivals

you thought being the son of jupiter would make him arrogant

and you thought he was, but he was really just reserved and serious

he didn't know how to be anything different

he didn't like you because you argued with him about everything

you challenged him constantly

and you weren't as nice to him as you were everyone else

but

throughout the years, you get to know each-other better

but that doesn't mean you get along

you guys occasionally unite and get along (and typically when you do, it's the best hours of your life)

but otherwise, you two have it out for each other

constant disagreements and fights

you just loose all of your patience when it comes to each other

so you have a love-hate relationship with him

yeah you'd kill for him but you would never lend him an extra pen on tests

yeah he'd die for you but he would never let you look at his notes

you get along when you need to and this exact mentality is what lands both of you together, as praetors

but let's be real: there is so much unspoken tension between the two of you

like yeah you hate each other but you lowkey wanna make out

and you can't lie and say you didn't trust him or didn't like him

he'd proved you wrong on hundreds of occasions

he was capable, kind, caring, smart, loyal

and he couldn't lie and say he hated you either

you were fun, kind, ambitious, intelligent, and loyal too

over the years, both of you projected an "i hate you."

when in reality, you'd grown quite fond of one-another

you've shown your worst selves to each-other, you've lied for each-other, you've told secrets to each-other, and you've just been each-other's constant

y'both know you like each other: that's what makes the hate even stronger

like jason has other feelings for you but he doesn't know what to call them

attraction? a small crush? love? sexual tension? is it getting hot in here?

first kiss happens before you guys head into a huge battle

yes. the possibility of never seeing you again is what makes the man realize he's in love with you

like you guys are standing on a hill, watching the army of monsters slowly march towards camp jupiter

you guys turn to look at each other

you two are thinking the same thing: if i die, it's an honor to have served with you

"you ready?" you'd ask

"always." he'd say (typical roman)

you'd turn to look at him, but he's already looking at you

he grabs you by your arm and pulls you in for a kiss

it's a long kiss

it's passionate, and it's needy, but it's sweet at the same time

he basically lifts you off your feet and you're holding onto neck and his hair

you're pulling him closer into and he's holding you so tightly

you want to remember this

jason smells like fresh clean sheets mixed w/ whiskey

when you guys finally pull away bc you know you have to lead an army, you rest your foreheads against one-anothers

"good luck y/n"

"i'm gonna see you when this is over jason."

"i know you will."

one of the rare times you guys use first names

and yes, you do see each other again :)

leo valdez

you and leo happens when you first get to camp

and instantly his mind short-circuits and he's like DAM

he knows you're probs gonna reject him

but hey you miss 100% of the chances you don't take

so he starts off, as always, making some bold flirty comment

and to his surprise, you return the banter

he has to pause for a second

he stutters and thinks of a witty response

you laugh at how flustered he is

and that's the start of a beautiful friendship

from that day on, you two are partners in crime

your guys' days consist of: making stupid things, playing stupid pranks, sneaking out to get fast food, and making vlogs of all of the stupid things you do (on an old vhs recorder leo rigged)

you guys are a two in one; if you went somewhere, he did too

soon, your friendship evolves into things that aren't just fun hangouts

you often catch him under cabin 9 and talk to him

you guys open up to each other in his little workshop, a lot

he tells you things he's never told anyone and you do the same

what's different about your relationship w/ leo is that you don't make fun of him

you barely argue with him, you respect him, you don't call him scrawny, you don't point out his insecurities, and you never make a joke at his expense

this makes him feel a lot more comfortable around you

and he puts down whatever he's doing if you come to him in an emotionally distressful state

you guys listen to each other, cry in front of each other, and help each other feel better

leo becomes the only person in your life you can rely on

and you're the same for him

so his thoughts evolve from DAM to i think i'm in love with you

and everyday he's around you, he finds himself falling more and more in love with you

and every late night you're with him under cabin 9, you start to like him more too

he's nervous to confess to you bc he doesn't want you to not feel the same way and you end up pushing him away or something

but he can't ignore how deeply he feels for you

he can't stand it when other guys try to hit on you bc all that's going through his head is that's my girl

so after a lot of contemplating, he decides he needs to tell you how he feels

he invites you to his workshop at a really specific time (which is weird bc he just says come whenever)

but you go and this man has cleaned the place up and dimmed the lights

he has a robot that he programmed

it sees you and starts playing some really corny love song

and he confesses that he really really likes you and that it kills him seeing other guys trying to flirt with you

he says the sweetest things ever about why he likes you and he just sounds like a fangirl tbh

he starts rambling abt how much he likes and how it's totally okay if you don't feel the same way and that he doesn't want this to affect your friendship if you don't and etc

you just go up to him and kiss him

the robot starts cheering and saying "da lady loves leo!!!!" (he would totally program that change my mind)

he short circuits (like the day you met him)

but he kisses you back, hands around your waist as yours are around his neck

leo smells like burning firewood mixed with cinammon

it's a long and sweet kiss, but you guys have to pull away bc you're laughing too much

why? bc the robot won't stop cheering and saying "da lady loves leo!!!!" so he has to take a minute to make it play your favorite song

"sorry." he'd chuckle. "where were we?"

and then you guys would kiss again

frank zhang

you and frank are best friends

you first met each other cleaning the weapons room

you were looking at archery equipment and you just kinda mindlessly said "i wish i knew how to use this"

and frank's ears shot up so fast

he offered to help you learn, and you guys came to a deal

you'd help him become a better swordsman and he would help you become a better archer

during your guys' training sessions, you'd talk a lot

frank finally felt like he had a real friend

you guys would share stories about your pasts and your interests

maybe a little bit of gossip too

frank was kinda surprised you hung out with him so much bc in his eyes, he was a loser

you reassured him that having different strengths didn't make him weak

you often traded shifts with other campers so you could spend more time with him

as time went on, frank became more confident in his ability as a swordsman

and you became more confident in your skills as an archer

so during the next war game

you two teamed up and actually led your group to victory

no one expected two kids from the fifth cohort to steal a victory like that but you guys did

you were diligent, effective, and cooperative

you guys were over the moon that night and frank thanked you for helping him become a better soldier

and you did the same

it was after that night you guys both realized you had a serious crush on one-another

after countless hours training, cleaning, and working

after having hundreds of deep conversations

after helping each-other reach their goals

you guys realize that you really liked one-another

so one day, some kid at camp makes fun of frank for being better at archery than sword fighting

he shakes it off now, ever since you told him the people who make fun of him probably miss the entire target during archery

but he got really pissed off when the kid said "i guess that's why you and y/n are friends. you exchange weaknesses"

it made him upset bc you aren't weak

you acknowledged you faltered in one spot and wanted to do better

that's brave, that's strong

so frank might've "accidentally" hit the kid with his arrow

it was nothing serious, but he was pinned up against the wall by an arrow

it was rlly funny

unfortunately, reyna didn't think so, and frank got sentenced with a bunch of chores

you didn't know this, so you switched your shift and visited him in the weapons room

you asked him what he'd done to miss all the camp activites

he wouldn't say at first, but then he'd admit he kinda shot an arrow and a kid ended up pinned against a wall

you'd ask why he did that bc you knew frank wasn't violent in the least

and it just comes out right there

he admits he went a little crazy bc he didn't like how this kid was talking about you

he talks about how incredible you are and it made him angry that some kid tried to minimize you to a weakness you were working on improving

"and i don't know, i guess i get heated when it comes to people i love" he'd say, before pausing and realizing what just came out of his mouth

obviously you're smiling bc you love him too

you tell him that you love him too, and that you didn't say anything bc you were scared of ruining your friendship

so yes, your first kiss is in the weapons room

you just kinda jump on him and kiss him

he bumps into the wall behind him and he wraps his arms around your mid-section

and yours are around his neck

it's a cute, sweet kiss

it lasts a few seconds more than it should

frank smells like sugar mixed with the irony-smell of the weaponry

but afterwards, you help frank with his chores so you guys can go train

[birdsandbeetlesandmoths]

So. Sonic 3. That was. certainly. hoo boy *collapses to the sound of a metal pipe falling*

Spoilers and thoughts under cut (LONG POST)

Well, my pre-movie post was SO WRONG. I think most stobotnik fans were, thinking that Stone would be the one dying. I- truly wasn’t expecting it.

I’ll get back to that in a second, let me get all of my silly things out of the way/the things i was hype about/had to crush my partner and friend’s hands about while witnessing.

The antics between Gerald and Ivo were expected but oh my GOD JIM CARREY. you are a national treasure, have fun in retirement. we will miss you greatly, but this being your final movie (probably) is a great thing to culminate your absolutely stunning career.

Anyway, their dance sequence was fucking insane, and as much as I was cringing, I was grinning through it too. The fight on the Eclipse cannon was also questionable BUT HOLY FUCK NOW I GET THE PRAYING MANTIS/FLY REFERENCE. (Thank god it wasn’t directly about stone and robotnik but i’m already cooking how i can connect them). Spanking? Also in my Sonic movie. But yeah.

Gerald and Ivo could never be more alike in intellect, but different in morals. Evident through Gerald’s fixation on avenging his daughter with no remorse or thought for whoever will get in the way, throwing away Ivo and the whole of the world as a result). He’s willing to kill himself, but as Shadow says and believes, that isn’t what Maria would have wanted.

I used to not like the Wachowskis. I was already a little unsettled when the first movie released by the fact that characters unrelated to previous Sonic media were being utilized as major plot elements, but during the second and third movies, I began to absolutely love them.

This third movie cemented that love. The father-son relationship between Tom and Sonic specifically. My heart was aching in the first scene at their little campsite, Happy BEarthday, and their heart-to-heart in Sonic’s old cave, talking about Choice (an analysis incoming) and that you always have a choice, and that your lungs (heart) will help you find the right one.

I think this movie might’ve done. One of the best jobs of displaying found family. The sibling relationship between Tails, Knuckles, and Sonic was the most heartrendingly beautiful and achingly real thing I’ve seen in a while. And it really hits you, the fact that they’re kids.

And the amount of silly little jokes, Tails having his gadgetry and Knuckles with his blunt personality, Sonic tying them all together with his wit and charm, it all became slightly surreal to see. To see something so happy, so delicately real.

Oh my god, on the trio, Knuckles saving both Sonic and Tails from falling to Earth. I was gasping that whole time, truly being sent into the moment. Movies and media rarely do that to me in the emotional sense.

AND AS FOR SHADOW AND MARIA

Holy fuck at least I was right about that part in my pre-movie wishes. I thought it was interesting how they adapted it, and it definitely made for it to be slightly more believable and less complicated.

But oh my gosh them. Skating around the lab, messing around together, introducing Shadow to that great 70s music and dancing, watching movies together and just being kids!! And don’t even get me started on the rooftop scene. Shadow was so vulnerable and self-conscious, and Maria comforted him in a way that touched me. Understands him in a way that no one else ever has, as everyone else only saw him as the experiment and the subject, while she saw him as his own person, with thoughts and emotions and curiosities.

It paralleled Sonic and Tom in the cinematography too, and the sentiment was all the same. That Shadow can choose who he wants to be. (I Am All I Am and Choice. Trust, it’s coming soon)

Maria and Shadow made me unbearably happy. It was all I could’ve ever asked for and more.

Shadow and Sonic were an absolutely crazy duo this show. Dude, in their fight versus each other? Both going Super and absolutely going at it, and Shadow having the absolute gall to accuse Sonic of not caring about his friends, that he was clearly here alone because he abandoned them, and mention Tom, which caused Sonic to go completely over the edge, and actually punch him straight into space and lose his Super.

Sonic and Shadow reconciling over their shared feeling of grief, Sonic sharing his pain, emphasizing the love that will be able to help them heal, Shadow reciprocating, and then Shadow remembering Maria after looking up at the stars, realizing, from Sonic’s words, that this truly wasn’t what Maria wanted, just that whole moon scene between them is living in my head rent free and I need to see it over and over again.

HOLYYY SHIT THEY PLAYED LIVE AND LEARN WHEN SUPER SONIC AND SUPER SHADOW TEAMED UP AND BEAT THE EVER LIVING FUCK OUT OF THOSE ROBOTS. Me and my friends were going so fucking insane in that theater.

Shadow remembering Maria (possibly for the last time) as he sacrifices himself to push the Eclipse cannon away from the place that Maria loved. Remembering all of the good moments, the love between them, that is all he wanted if he was going to leave the world for good. (Well, I mean, he’s still alive, but the amnesia route is still optional)

Sonic actually going slightly insane this movie was also very interesting to watch. His absolute- like, his vision went RED when Shadow mentioned Tom. That was what set him OFFFF. His abuse of the Master Emerald and even threatening his own best friends/siblings over this— god the emphasis of choice in this film I want to sob.

Also, yall already KNOW I WAS BALLING ABOUT THE AKIRA SLIDE, SNAPCUBE REFERENCES, AND EVERY TIME SHADOW BREATHED OR MOVED. Literally could not contain myself from absolutely sob-cry-screaming at Shadow and (Keanu did a great job btw) his entire story, his joy with Maria and his pain all after. (His Super form looked fuck beautiful, a new colorful hue every time I saw it)

All in all, Robotniks were hilarious, Maria and Shadow were beautifully tragic and just generally so so SO adorable and loving. I’m so glad that Tails and Knuckles got more serious appreciation and screen time this movie as well, because as much as Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles were sidelined in this movie (to put forth Robotniks and Shadow, understandably so), it still felt more fulfilling and real than in the second movie. Super forms continue to be beautiful onscreen, I would like to collapse and die from hearing ONE OK ROCK and Live and Learn.

AHEM. Now, clearly, I will be making a separate post solely about Stobotnik. Along with the multiple Stone-centric fics burning a hole in my brain and the choice and grief analyses awaiting my attention. Bear with me as I have SO MANY THOUGHTS.

We won. . . but at what cost.

My friends, my partner, you already know. We died and were promptly revived together in that theater.

[icanbringyouinhot]

Take something bad and make it into something good - Chapter 1

Paring: retired!Javier Peña x F!reader

Summary: After leaving Colombia, Javier slowly but surely slides into a post-burnout depression that he tries to self-medicate with alcohol and self-imposed exile. However, his friend Steve Murphy and his wife Connie are not having it. Turns out, their endless nagging got him in a very interesting situation that turned out to be exactly what he needed. (Though, he’ll never admit they were right.)

Here’s the song that inspired me: Something Good by Paul Haig (spotify link)

Warnings: I don’t think there are that many, honestly. There’s no smut (boo-hoo, this is my first fanfic ever posted in here, I’m shy ok?..). No physical description of the reader, though I did describe her clothes because we love a well dressed diva. Vague mentions of alcohol abuse. Mentions of blood, wounds, guns, and depression because our boy is traumatized by what went down in Colombia. The reader has one small tattoo on her forearm. Let me know if I forgot anything, this is my first fanfic, idk what the hell I’m doing.

Word count: Roughly 2k.

A/N: Ok so there’s a few things, PLEASE READ: (1) As I said two times already, this is my first fanfic, I’m nervous and insecure about my writing, so please, please, please, give me any advice you have, criticism, words of encouragement, anything that could help me grow. I ain’t no pussy, you can tell me this is shit and I won’t start crying (as far as you know teehee). (2) The story the reader is talking about is my latest hyper fixation, however, i couldn’t find the source. There’s an article that says it belongs to the Chumash Tribe, but there are also other articles and reddit posts that say the otherwise. I have no idea were I know this story from, it just spawned into my smooth brain. For safety measures I chose not to associate it to any Native American tribe and let the reader’s granny take the blow, because I don’t want to offend anyone and because I am from Europe, so idk what the hell I’m talking about and it would be disrespectful to pretend that I do. (3) The art pieces and the artist that are featured in this fanfic are real (they are also present in the little collage that I’ve made, there in the middle, for visual reference)!!! But i don’t have a clue when he did his work and I was too lazy to google it so i have no idea if they existed by the time Javier Peña left Colombia (or if the art pieces ever touched the American land). Once again this fanfic was a last minute thing I didn’t put that much thought into it. (4) Once again i pulled this story from my bum bum and i don’t know if there’s a Modern Art Gallery in Houston, but I don’t care, I take my artistic liberties to invent one on the spot. (5) English is not my first language!!!!!! I tried really hard to make my sentences beautiful and clear, because sometimes in my head everything is an absolute mess. Once again, Idk what the hell I’m talking about. This fanfic is 100% the concept of raw dogging life and see where it gets you.

Okay!!!!! I think that was it. I think we are ready for our first flight together. I have to inform you that I don’t have any right, license or experience into flying the FanFic Aircraft. Too late, you can’t get off now, I shut the doors. Thank you for choosing our company to fly towards your next destination: JAVI LAND!!!! (play national anthem.)

(Also if someone knows how to add those colorful spacers on a post, I also forgot how it’s called, please send me a message and explain to me like I’m your grandma, thank you!!!!!)

Okay here we go. I’m nervous.

Chapter 2 >>

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Javier Peña had a lot of sins he had to try to pay for, but never in his life did he imagine this would be the price.

Four months. That’s how long’s been since he’d left Colombia for good, leaving behind all the bullshit he had to endure, the mistakes he made, the deaths he’d witnessed.

In all fairness, he thought that going back to the states would motivate him to rebuild his life and start anew. That was his honest to God intention. However, once back in the good ol’ Merica, he realized it no longer felt like home, not in his dad’s old house, not in his new apartment, in a different city, nowhere. He became almost a recluse, filled with rage, resentment and frustrations, never leaving his house much, except for runs to the closest liquor store or the bar down the street.

The first few weeks, Murphy gave him space to sort out his thoughts, drink himself into oblivion, chain-smoke through the night and avoid human interaction like the goddamn plague, only checking on every now and then but never pushing.

Then, they started showing up.

First it was just Murphy, with beer and bad jokes, watching football games, doing anything but talk about Colombia or feelings. Then, Connie started showing up too, with thinly vailed concern and always bringing something for him to eat, all while trying to pull words out of him with pliers. They even had their daughter have a try at him, convinced that no one could resist the innocence of a small, bright-eyed child, especially one that loved her ‘uncle Javi’ like he hung the moon just for her. Yes, Javier loved his niece and would do anything for her, but that was the one thing that he couldn’t do, mostly because he didn’t know how.

No matter how many times he tried to turn them down, they were relentless. They’d pestered, prodded, and outright bullied him into getting out of the house ­– something about fresh air, new experiences, maybe even fun, as if he had any patience for that word anymore. They started up with the occasional dinner invitation, then it was offers to take him out for drinks – somewhere nice instead of the dingy, dimly lit bar where Javi spent his weekends. He never wanted to go anywhere, but Murphy and Connie always insisted until he gave in just to shut them the hell up. Well, more Connie than Murphy, really – she was the one planning every intervention, though she’d been sweet enough not to say that word out loud.

And now… this.

This one – Oh, this one took the cake.

A fucking art gallery.

Connie got her grabby hands on some invitations from an old patient lady that actually owned the fancy Modern Art Gallery in Houston, and Murphy, as the good husband that he was, just went along with it.

But Javier Peña didn’t belong here. That much was obvious from the moment he stepped through the doors of the establishment, wearing a scowl and the same old leather jacked that had seen more blood and dust than it had high society.

The walls were lined with massive canvases – some monochrome, others smeared in chaotic swirls of color – but what stood out the most were the ones that had been slashed and punctured, riddled with holes like someone had taken a knife to them in a drunken rage.

Murphy, the bastard, was actually trying to appreciate it. He stood next to Connie, nodding along as she pointed to different pieces. Javi had no doubt Steve didn’t understand a damn thing either, but unlike Javier, he was at least pretending.

He took a long sip of his whiskey – at least the open bar made this bearable.

At one point during the night, Connie leaned in and, in a hushed, reverent tone, explained that the artist, Lucio Fontana, had created these pieces with great precision to “explore spatial concepts beyond the canvases”, emphasizing “the interplay of light, shadow and space.” He just rolled his eyes and moved further away from her in a corner, plotting his escape.

What a load of bullshit.

All he could see were stab wounds. Bullet holes. Scars carved into the fabric of the country he had spent too many years fighting in. If he looked long enough, he swore he could see blood seeping through, hear the gunshots echoing in his skull.

And maybe that said more about him than the art itself.

He exhaled, running a hand over his face. He needed another drink.

He turned to leave – and walked straight into someone.

“Shit, sorry.” He muttered taking a step back, but the woman in front of him didn’t seem bothered.

You were standing close to one of the mutilated canvases, your back straight, hands folded in front of you as you studied it. You wore a calf-length silk skirt that shimmered under the lights and a lacy top that showed just enough skin to be distracting. But what struck him the most was the way you were looking at the canvas in front of you – not with the pretentious admiration of the other guests but with quiet, genuine thoughtfulness.

You waved off his apology with a small smile before turning your gaze back to the painting – a deep navy-blue canvas punctured with what looked like a thousand tiny holes.

Javier should’ve walked away, but instead he looked at you looking at the painting, and the curiosity got the better of him.

“You actually like this shit?”

You smiled, slow and knowing, like you were expecting that reaction. “Maybe.”

Javier huffed incredulous, crossing his arms. “Really?”

You gestured to the navy punctured canvas, “It reminds me of an old story my grandmother used to tell me when I was little.”

Javier pulled his eyebrows together, puzzled. The only thing it reminded him of was the dark colored government van that got ambushed and was completely obliterated along with the agents inside. But he couldn’t say that, and before he could open up his mouth to say anything else, you already started telling your story.

“Before the humans appeared on the planet, the rocks, animals and plants lived in harmony. They were the people of the world. They lived in harmony and peace, appreciating and taking care of the nature and of one another. They woke up every morning greeting the Sun, and went to sleep waving goodbye to the Moon, thanking her for looking over them.”

Javi found himself listening despite himself, watching you as you talked, tilting you head in his direction, gaze lost, but a small smile creeping on your lips as you continued to narrate the story.

“As time passed, they started to forget. They didn’t greet the Sun anymore or show any appreciation, and the Moon was completely forgotten. They became jealous of each other, thinking others possessed more than them, greed taking over their hearts. They started to take more than they needed, either to consume or to sell away. They didn’t help each other, cooperation didn’t exist anymore. They separated more and more, arguing, hating, fighting, hurting each other.”

His eyes darted between you and the painting, his mind running a thousand miles per hour, but knew better than to try to interrupt you.

“The Creator had been watching and said ‘Enough’, throwing a blanket over the whole world. Now the world was in darkness, people frightened. Each of them tried individually to take off the blanket, but no one was able to reach that far. Desperate, they formed a council, to discuss what they should do. After endless meetings and failed attempts, a hummingbird came with a plan that demanded everyone to cooperate. The hummingbird got on top of the crow, the crow got on top of the owl, and the owl on the eagle. The idea was simple, the eagle was supposed to fly as high as he could, then when his energy ran out, the owl took over, then the crow, until finally the hummingbird got close enough to puncture the blanket with its beak. Light seeped through, and everyone got their hope back. They started working together until they punctured enough holes in the blanket for them to have light and warmth again. The animals that couldn’t fly helped from the ground, preparing water, food and shelter for everyone. The Creator was so pleased to see that the people were living again in harmony that he lifted off the blanket, and the people never took what they had for granted anymore.” You seemed to finish your story the moment your eyes were focused on again, this time shifting your gaze towards Javier. His face was an amalgamation of emotions – confusion, admiration, concentration. “Anyway, it’s said that after they lived again in harmony and peace for many, many years, the people started to forget again.” You added with a shrug, this time with a knowing look into your eyes.

Javier looked at the canvas again. He still saw violence – still saw the wounds, the tearing, the things he couldn’t erase from his mind. But for the first time, he also saw what you did. Something else. Hopeful.

“You got all that from a couple stab marks on a painting?

You turned to him fully, amusement flickering in your eyes. “Art is what you make of it.”

Javier tilted his head, watching you. “So, what do you make of that one?” he said pointing to a different canvas – one with a long, deep cut right in the middle of it, like a wound.

You studied it for a moment, pursing your lips, then said, “Loneliness.”

“Loneliness?”

“Yes, the loneliness we all feel sometimes, almost like a wound right in the middle.” You said tracing absentmindedly a finger over your chest. “Separation. The way we carve ourselves apart from others, whether by choice or by force.”

Javier’s smirk faded slightly. He wasn’t used to conversations like this. Usually, when he talked to women, it was all surface-level-flirting, small talk, nothing deeper than what was necessary. But this? This was different.

If your words affected him, he didn’t let it show, but truth be told, a bitch slap would’ve stung him less than this.

He scoffed giving a skeptical look, “Alright smartass, and that one?” he pointed to another, where multiple slashes ran parallel, like scars.

After another pause for consideration, you said, “Community. We crave connection, we need it. No one survives alone. Even if we are wounded, we heal better when we are surrounded by others. Pain shared is pain halved.”

He almost wanted to ask if you knew Steve and Connie and if they put you up to this, but something in your expression made him reconsider, because when you spoke, when you came up with these awful, soul barring interpretations, you seemed lost in thoughts for a second.

“Where do you come up with this stuff?”

You grinned, “Pulled it out of my ass, mostly.”

He barked out a laugh, “Figures.”

You leaned in slightly, voice conspiratorial, “Truth is, I think this whole thing is bullshit.”

Now that was something he could get behind. “Then how the hell does a smart woman like you end up stuck at an art gallery she doesn’t even like?”

“My grandmother owns the gallery.”

Javier blinked. “Shit.”

You smiled slyly, “Yeah, so don’t tell her I said that.”

“No promises.” He said, “I’m Javier, by the way.” he added, and you shook his hand telling him your own name.

After a beat, you cleared the air, “The only one I’ve actually meant was the first one. The story kind of stuck with me.” You said as you rotated your forearm, letting him see the tiny hummingbird tattoo you had, so small, fragile and beautiful. He wanted to kiss it, honestly,

“So, you really believe in that?” he asked with his characteristic smile plastered on his face.

You glanced at him. ‘Believe in what? That the sky is a blanket and the stars are holes?” you asked amused.

Javier shrugged, “I mean, the whole idea. That there’s a way out, that people could actually find a way to fix their world at some point.” He explained his question, because it sure like hell never felt like that when he tried to lift the proverbial blanket that the cartels threw over Colombia.

You smiled, but there was something wistful in it. “I think stories like that exist because people need them to. To make sense of things, to find hope. The world’s a little less lonely when you see that there are others with the same way of thinking. Maybe if more people knew the story and they’d believe in it, things would change too.”

Javi studied you. You weren’t like the rest of the people here – weren’t fawning over the art just to seem cultured, weren’t talking in circles to sound impressive. You were just… real.

And that was a dangerous thing for him to be around.

You two stood there, quiet for a moment, the hum of conversation and clinking glasses filling the space between you. It should have been awkward, but it wasn’t.

Javi wasn’t sure when was the last time he’d met someone who actually entertained him, let alone someone who made him forget the shitstorm in his head. You had that way of carrying yourself – calm, amused, like the world was something to be studied but never taken too seriously.

“So, what about you?” you said after a moment, “If you hate this so much, why are you here?”

Javier sighed, glancing across the room where Steve was balancing a glass of wine while his wife animatedly discussed another piece. “Some friends dragged me.” He muttered.

You nodded in consideration, then looked around for your own dear grandmother. She was way over her head discussing with a circle of quests just like she did the whole night. Aside from knowing that you came, she didn’t get the chance to check in on you or chat at any point during the event, and you took a wild guess that it wouldn’t be happening anytime soon either.

You grinned, tilting your head slightly. “Tell you what – I’ll make you a deal.”

Javier arched a brow. “Yeah?”

You leaned in, lowering your voice. “There’s a bar two blocks from here. No abstract art, no bullshit. Just whiskey and decent company. Maybe some food too. You in?”

Javier hadn’t expected the night to be anything other than a painful endurance test, something he did mostly for his friends than for himself. He sure hadn’t expected to meet someone like you. And for the first time in a long time, he thought – why the hell not?

His lips curved into a genuine smile – he couldn’t remember when was the last time he smiled as much as he did ever since he started talking to you.

“Hell yeah, lead the way.”

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[millerscoffee]

reader lives in jackson and is friends with tommy, so she sees joel relatively frequently, and they just DONT get along. the reader is young and she’s got a sharp tongue and cheek that irritates the shit out of joel, who shoots back just as much condescending insults. they literally can’t be in a room without getting into it. however, the reader does it for his attention (she’s got daddy issues), and joel doesn’t catch onto this until she’s knocking on his door at midnight because she can’t sleep and she needs him and she doesn’t know how to admit it. he pulls her in the house and absolute filth ensues. he makes her blow him and then they fuck. joel is smug and condescending the whole time, and reader just becomes a ragdoll. Size kink, dirty talk, daddy kink, creampie/breeding, the works PLEASE

you got it, anon! ✨ this was requested on @atticrissfinch's page too, go check it out! i love how the same request can elicit two different stories. i did my best not to read it before i finished this (it was as difficult as it sounds cos HOO BOI 😅🥵♡)

only daddy that'll walk the line

6.2k | joel miller x f!reader

rating: 18+ MDNI

warning: big mean dom!joel™️ lmao, alcoholism (reader's dad, but also drunk!joel for a second - **this is not in the smutty scenes**), parental abuse (verbal, it is brief), smut, age difference (joel is 56, reader is 18-early 20s - your choice), size kink, dirty talk (joel's a talker more than his usual grunty self), name calling (bitch, brat, slut, etc.), light praise kink & like- two pet names, ✨ degrading language and acts ✨, edging, choking/gagging, hair pulling, creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, spitting kink!!!, spanking, oral (m receiving), no prepping the reader, brat tamer!joel, bratty reader, if i missed anything lmk

summary: based in jackson, you have the unfortunate predicament of being friends with tommy miller and hating his brother, joel – and you have no problem in letting either of them know that! until one night you are brought to joel's doorstep.

A/N: this is my first request! thank you! huzzah!! hopefully it's to your liking, nonnie. he's big mean dom!joel™️ but with a conscience yknow?? enjoy ♡ i did proofread this, but i wrote it over the course of a couple weeks. i did my best! lol

"Dude, what's his fucking problem!?"  You roll into the dining hall in a huff.  Shuffling to your seat for dinner, you slam your tray down and Maria gives you a combined look of worry and irritation at peace being compromised.

"Who, honey?"  Tommy asks, handing you a glass of water with an entertained grin because he's positive he knows just who you're talking about.

He'd seen the two of you go at each other's throats earlier in the day when you were trying to get by him on your way out the door.  His back was to you, and he all but ignored your request to get out of the way.  Causing you to shove past him, which ensued an argument between the two of you.  Which led you to both of you gunning each other with your words until you both left in a bad mood.

Joel had his back to you, his frame fully in the doorway as he spoke with a woman in town.  It started off slow: a few clearings of your throat, a slight nudge of his back.  No avail.

"Excuse me," you shouted, pushing at him again before he finally turned around quickly with his jaw ticked.

"Do you have any manners, Christ."  He said dry and muttered under his breath, but the lady made room for you and you nodded politely in her direction.

"Maybe if you weren't so fucking old, you could've heard me!"

"And watch your fuckin' mouth."

Joel turned his back to you, not giving you a moment to retort.  Conversation over. 

"This fucker," when you look up, you see Joel coming towards the table.  The sight of him gives you a set of shivers you can't explain.  Not complete disgust, but certainly not excitement.

"You really oughta keep better company," Joel tells his brother, sitting down beside him, he frames his entire body towards Tommy so he's sitting in a way to make you feel ignored.

"I'm right here, you know."  Your head is moving so you're in the line of his vision.

"Don't remind me.  Listen, this is a family dinner.  Go find your own."

A slap in the face would've hurt less.  Before Tommy or Maria had the chance to come to your defences – both of their mouths open ready to take up for you – you stood up, shoving your tray over to Joel.  So loud, other people turn their gaze to the four of you.

"Fuckin– eat up, then."

As you storm off to your house, you hear Tommy scold his older brother but you don't look back.

---

The next morning, your father wakes you up to the sound of his own yelling for you to come downstairs.  You'd been helping out Maria and Tommy to get your own place, or at least a shared one with people your age and to hear your dad's voice; whiskey-soaked and cruel, makes your stomach churn.

After slipping on your clothes for the day, you make it to the kitchen where he's sitting at the table and reeking from alcohol even from where you're standing.

"Didn't you hear me call you?"  His words were slurred and angry.

"Yes, I'm sorry."  It's such a difference from how you talk to other people, talk to Joel, for example.  Maybe because he's the last person you spoke to, but he's the first one who pops into your head during this interaction.  You sound meek, scared to say something wrong.  A stark difference from how you speak to Joel – abandoning all worries of punishment.  Almost like you wanted that from him.

"Fuckinbetterbe – hiccup – breakfast.  Now."  Your dad all but snaps his fingers and rage creeps up the back of your throat, biting your tongue so hard you break the surface layer.  A slight streak of blood coats your mouth, but you do as you're told.

This morning is kinder than others.  Your dad did not say thank you for the pancakes, you didn't get hit or debased too much.  You consider it a win.  Once you leave your house as soon as you can, Joel's chest hits your face as soon as you turn the corner.  The milliseconds seem long when you're met with the warmth and solidity of his chest, the scent of cedar and... whiskey?  It seemed too early, even for him, to be drinking and you shake off the unreasonable rationale that he should be treated differently than your father for the same behaviour.

You ignore the similarities of him and your father all together, actually.

"Watch where you're goin'," Joel's brows are knit together, which is normal for him, but you've never been this close to see his lips from this angle above you.  You almost say something out of the ordinary for the two of you, but you reel it in quickly.

"You're one to fuckin' talk.  Morning coffee smells a lot like alcohol.  Maybe I should tell Tommy about your habits."

"Does it ever hurt your head bein' a bitch all the time?"

"Not as bad as that hangover will be around noon.  Move."

You push past the large build in front of you with a clenched jaw, unable to be around him a second longer.  "Fuck you, Joel," you mutter for good measure on your way to Tommy and Maria's.

They'd given you safety on days when it seemed scarce, and showing up felt appropriate.  You were a little closer with Tommy than Maria.  He was able to listen to you without being too judgy, and you needed that.  The lack of safety piece was a lot like how your day started off.  You walk around to the back where Tommy's working on a new hobby and you sit in front of him, letting out a big sigh.

"Y'daddy givin' you trouble again?"

Typically when Tommy asks about your father he says it like this, but today it catches you off guard.  Confusion twists your mind, but you nod distractedly.  "Yea, he was drunk this morning.  Your brother, too."

You slide that one in fast.

Tommy fists through his hair, letting out a heavy exhale.  "Shit.  We both got trouble this mornin', I guess."

"Seems like it."

You're unusually quiet, looking at the ground more than anything.  It bugs you that Joel and your father have a similar quality to them.  That they both are up reaching for the bottle, but for Joel it's not a common occurrence and that makes you worried – an emotion you don't have for him that often, if you're being honest.  You don't think about his experiences that often.  But this is the first time, really, you've even seen Joel drunk like that.  You remember Tommy mentioning that he'd given up the stuff since Sarah's passing when everyone was around a fire one night sharing stories.

As if the dots connect in real time, you look over to Tommy who looks worried sick.

"He'll figure it out,"  you reassure, chewing the inside of your cheek before heading out.  You call behind you, "I'll be around."

You've never really been good at the whole 'being there for someone' thing.

~~

Later on, you find yourself in the mess hall again for the night's dinner and you catch Maria, Tommy, Joel, and Ellie all together and it feels weird to sit with them.  They're all laughing, Joel looks sobered up.  And it seems that Tommy didn't bring up the conversation the two of you shared.  They look like a happy family and twists a knot in your throat and the proverbial knife at your side.

"Can I please spend the night at Tommy and Maria's?  Please?"  Ellie is looking over at Joel with the sweetest expression, you snicker to yourself at how menacing she actually was.  It seemed to do the trick, though.  Joel's eyes flicker over to you, and it feels like you're being caught for something.  The look is inculpatory without you doing anything.  As if to say you are witnessing something too personal, a side of him not meant for you.  "Yeah, sure," his response to Ellie sounds distant.

This gives you no choice but to walk up to the scene, to sit down beside Maria.  She gives you a welcoming grin and makes space for you.  "What'd I miss?"  You look over to Ellie who's excited to see you, but Joel?  Not so much.  His eyebrows narrow down his face, suddenly more quiet than usual, even for him.  You set your sights back on Ellie who's telling you all of the cool things she's gonna do at her Uncle Tommy's and you flash a smile that lets her know you're listening.  Or at least trying.  It's hard when Joel isn't even initiating the usual conflict with each other.  More arguing than speaking.  And the fact it wasn't happening was off.

"That sounds like a blast...," you trail off, your chin in your hands.

"If you're not gonna listen to her, don't ask her questions."  Joel barks, eyes now solemnly black in your direction.  It makes you scared and delighted at once.  Like he was back to normal.  Your normal.

"I was listening to her?"  You retort, and everyone's quiet now.  Awkwardness filling the air as the two of you battle it out.  "Maybe if you weren't so drunk all the time you'd know the differen–"  "Hey, now."  Tommy chimes in, giving you a stern look of disapproval and you feel bad.  Reflective.  Joel wasn't drunk all the time, and you knew exactly why he was this morning.

You exhale, "I'm sorry," you nod in the direction of everyone but Joel and stand up from your seat, "enjoy your family time."

On your way back to your house, you catch a glimpse of a group of people your age.  People you'd grown up with, but they didn't acknowledge you and it digs the wound closer in.  You truly felt alone.  Like nothing fit, and maybe you didn't belong in Jackson but it wasn't like there were many choices to go to.

---

More times than not you sneak into your room.  Not because you are past a type of curfew, you were an adult.  It was more, you didn't want your dad to know you were around.  Your door was locked when you climbed in through the window.

You got comfortable, spilling out of your clothes for the day and into your pajamas.  Cotton shorts and a loose tee.  Your breasts perky and nipples taut from the worn fabric.  A lot of the day was spent dealing with heavy subjects that you just wanted to let your mind escape.

Staring at the ceiling in your bed, your eyes become blurry in need of sleep.  Needing release.  Anything.

Your mind wanders to why Joel was so quiet with you when you sat down.  It wasn't like that was the first time the two of you had a shouting match in front of everyone, but this felt different.  You deduce it to Joel having an off day and let your mind wander somewhere else.

Or, at least you try.

Because when your hands explore your body under the blankets, Joel comes back to life in your thoughts.  You come back to the warmth of his chest when you ran into him this morning, the grunt that left him from impact.  What that would sound like against your ear.  Before you know it, you're shifting your thighs together, spreading the mess of your cunt.  A craving ignites your bloodstream.

It's slick between your legs when you sit up, and you're full of determination unbeknownst of where it's coming from.  The act itself is a little heady, but you have nothing to lose so why not?

Slipping on a pair of shoes and a jacket that covers your clothes, you turn your back to the window and scurry down until you're able to jump off onto the grass.  One step close to where you want to be.

Joel's house is across the street which makes it easy to get to, but aggravating when you want a sense of peace.  He's always around, shooting you a menacing stare when you're not down each other's throats but there's an ache you can't deny.  A compulsion.

You knock on his door twice before he swings it open almost like he saw you approach, but he doesn't tug you inside like you thought he was.  Doesn't make you get on your knees or fulfill any fantasy of being used.  Of... making him proud.

"What?"  His question is dry and a part of you is crushed. He isn't taking advantage of the way your legs look in your shorts right away.

"You're not the only one who had a bad fucking day," you start, but he doesn't give you a moment to push through the door because before you know it you're being pulled inside.  The sound of a slamming door somewhere behind you.  You're forced to look at him with his paw wrapped around your jaw, thumb tilting your chin up effortlessly.  It locks you in place.

"You came here.  Why?  Y'want me to fuck your bad day away?"

You gape is panicked, eyes wide now in this compromising position.  You can't think, you can't nod or say words.  You just stare.

"She's real fuckin' quiet now," Joel shoves you against the closed door, not letting an inch of space be wasted and he takes your wrist with his free hand, palming you over his hardening cock in his jeans.  "How about now.  You payin' close attention?"

You whimper, nodding softly as your fingers massage and rub, tug at anything you can through the fabric.

"Did I tell you y'could do that?"  His words make you pause, shivering at how truly empty your mind is in the moment.  Even in your inexperience you don't know you've ever felt so instantly timid.  Joel makes you fold at the first hint of misbehaviour.  You can't think of a thing to say.  Halfway don't know why you're here in the first place, and he's got you so wet from this it almost hurts.  Stickiness coats your thighs as you squeeze your legs together and you're sure it will be obvious even through your cotton shorts.

You shake your head, and he's sick of you not speaking to him.  Squeezes your face tighter, "Use your fucking words."

"No... no you didn't," you manage and you've never heard yourself sound so pathetic.

"I didn't, that's right.  You answer to me."  The snapping sound of his words causes your eyes to roll in annoyance.  He doesn't own you, he never fucking could.  The action makes his jaw tighten, his hand from your jaw in a grip that didn't hurt now is wrapped around your throat and although it's not tight, it certainly isn't loose.  "What the fuck was that?"

You're back to being silent, unable to do anything but take.

"Not asking again."

"I rolled my ey–"

"You rolled your eyes.  Roll your fuckin' eyes at me again, little girl.  You'll regret it."

A cool threat, you think.  Meaningless, even.  What possible reproach would he have anyway?

It's then you take in the house.  You'd been here once before to stay with Ellie.  It's dark, a single lamp upstairs.  All of this is background noise to the drone of your need prickling your youthful skin.  It's apparent, your age difference, when you're this close.  His rough fingers, wrinkles catching the moonlight peeking in through the windows.

"I–I'm sorry," you've been saying that a lot lately.

"Don't apologise to me.  Don't say sorry when I know you're not."  His thumb moves from your chin to your lips, thumbing over just how pliable and soft they are and it sends your nerves to the surface.  Prying your lips apart, he presses inside and you willingly wrap your lips around it to lap the pad of his digit.  "Look at that sweet thing," he says, more at you than to you, and your neck flushes being this willing to suck for him, "so easy for me to use.  I put my thumb to y'er lips and you just took it right in, didn't ya?"  The taste of his skin robs you of any other sense, his tone making you all but fold.

"Show me what this mouth is good for, 'cuz it sure ain't good at a sincere apology."

Before you know it, you're on your knees.  Joel is kind enough that he ushers you down onto the hardwood floor and you can't believe you're face to face with his crotch in front of his door, no less.

"You couldn't wait to take me to your bedroom?"

Joel doesn't reply straight away.  Instead you hear the clanking of metal, a zipper coming undone, and the slap of his cock hitting his abdomen on the way out of his pants.  You take mental note that he hasn't been asleep by his attire, but it's all for nothing when your eyes make out the shapes in the dim light.  You choke when you see just how big he is.

He tuts, leaning his head condescendingly as he takes a chunk of your hair in his palm to tilt your chin up to greet his cock.  "Aw, you think you're goin' t'my room?"  The words make you feel naïve, the one or two times you've done something like this didn't have nearly as much... compromise.  And you certainly didn't hook up with someone twice your age.  You don't have time to be self-conscious because the head of him, the leaky head of him, is tapping against your lips and your eyes roll back as you open your mouth for him.  After jumping slightly in surprise, of course.

He sighs in relief with a deigned smile, pushing his hips further.  "Fuck.  You hear that?  Nothing!  Sounds so fuckin' good, shuttin' you up."

But it's not entirely nothing, is it?  Not with your gagging, slurping up what you can but you don't know what you're doing all the way and fumbling through half of it.  Doesn't seem to faze him much.

It's obscene as it feels, him using you like this – and you don't feel an ounce of guilt when it's exactly what you want.  The switch flips on why you came to his door in the first place.  His big thumb swipes over the corner of your full mouth, "You like that, dontcha, filthy thing?"

And you hated how right he was.  You wanted to scream, kick him.  Retaliate in a way so you could still be in this submission at the same time.

Your mouth was full by the earthy taste of him, obliterating whatever feelings you had about the day.  A bad mood that he had contributions in, but it's melting from the constant thrust of his hips.  And he's keeping your head locked in place, hand gripped in the strands so you can feel your spit mingling with the underside of his cock.  Honestly, every part of his dick is covered in your spit.  It spills down your chin, threatens up your nose when you gag, leaves your eyes to water when you look up at him in a dire need to breathe fully, but he's not done with you.

Not until the loudest, lewdest pop from your mouth you've ever heard does Joel break contact completely.  Steps back until you're being observed in a patronising way.  Your gone expression.  All saliva and tears and his precum smeared over your mouth.  You can barely bring yourself to look up, but his demands seem to do the trick.

Snapping his fingers at you to get your attention, you swallow hard.  "Nuh uh.  You're not gonna get all soft on me, girl.  Wake the fuck up."

Which would be simple if he wasn't practically dragging you by your hair, making you crawl on your hands and knees until you're on your feet and you're shoved onto his couch.

All that and you're still dressed.

"Off," he's barking commands like you're a trainable being and if you were in any other state, you may reconsider this whole ordeal, but when he pushed you onto the couch your legs spread just enough for him to see the wetness smearing the cotton at the apex of your thighs and that amuses him. "not good at hidin' how much of a slut y'are."

"You think it's just you that does this to me?" You find your voice again, hoisting yourself up to sit on his couch as his cock – thick and proud – sways against the fabric caught between it.  Your tongue presses to your cheek when you make eye contact, "You're kidding yourself."

The venom drips so fluidly from your tongue, Joel doesn't make a sound.  Just peels off his clothes until he's standing there naked in his house, giving you living proof that you are kidding yourself.

The silence speaks for itself.  He is pure smug under the sight of your drooling gaze.

"It's real cute that you think y'got control over the situation n'all," the weight shifting on this couch from the cushion shaping around his knee.  Joel sits down, taking you by the scalp again to cloak you over his lap stomach-first, and you yelp in surprise when he does all of this and tugs your shorts down in one fell swoop.

With your hair in his fist, his other hand ghosts over your ass in effort to make sure you squirm for him before administering a devilishly loud spank to your ass.  "But somebody better teach you better manners.  Sure as shit itn’t your father."

You crack out a sob at that– from the contact and the truth.  You couldn't retort, you were too busy getting slap after slap against your increasingly worn ass to think about anything else.  "Lucky I ain't making y'count.  You'd have this for eternity now."

Not that it mattered anyway.  He's leaving mark after mark of his large handprint across your cheeks, probably ten more if you could even focus on anything else but finding the words to stop him.

"Please– y-you're right," tears stain your face as you bury your face in your arms.  Flinching when Joel moves, you expect another searing punishment, but instead he pulls your ass apart and you gasp at the cool air striking your cunt that's hot and wet for him.  "Joel!"

“Dirty fuckin’ girl, wet from gettin’ punished.  I talked so bad about you, and you liked it?  You’re as desperate as I thought.  Only good for gettin’ my cock wet.”  And it’s like a lever is pulled when your slutty little smile plasters over your face with him out of view.  Not that you had much time to gloat, or to experience the pleasure of living in your own fantasy because Joel’s got you pulled again.  His thick thighs spread apart when he maneuvers you so willingly to sit between his legs.  Right where he wants you.  Right where you can feel the throbbing pulse at your folds.  He tells you to take off the rest of your clothes and you would be a fool to do otherwise.

“Bad girls don’t get the luxury of bein’ opened,” that Texan drawl slips over your ear when he holds the base of his cock, slicking himself through your folds, you gasp and wriggle against him – his grip tightening harder.  Silently warning you if you make another move it’s over, you’re done.  It’s over.  All the while the searing stretch of him causes your cunt to flutter and clench around him.  It’s too much, too overwhelming, and he won’t let you adjust long enough.  “You’ll get over it,” but it’s not reassuring.  He still sounds in control despite his laboured breathing and when he can, he moves his hands to grip your hips and guide you down on him.  You scream, a knee jerk response wriggle away from him, but this position doesn’t quite allow for that.

“Be a good girl.”

That folds you, quite literally, as he moves his hips down to pound up into yours, using you like his own toy to get himself off with.  And it’s just the incredible sounds of your squelching cunt and his balls tapping against your folds.  The fucking isn’t frantic, but it certainly isn’t soft.  He’s rough with you, a hand traveling up your back to grip your hair so your neck is back in place and he lifts you upright so your back is curved, neck craned so if you tried, you could make him out – upside down.  “Poor thing couldn’t help it, had to get a daddy to take care of her.  You want that, kitten?  Wanna be used and as daddy’s little fucktoy – only good for makin’ me cum?”  his hand sneaks around to the front of you with his free hand, he presses and digs into your pubic bone to make you feel exactly where he is.  “Put a baby right here.  Make everyone know what you fuckin’ did.”

You whine, eyes rolling back at the thought.  It was so obscene, nothing like you’d ever even heard of before.  Where did he fucking learn how to talk like this?  Your brain is swimming while your sticky sweetness coats his lap, clawing at his thighs for any sort of stability, but it was dizzying how he had you.  How his grunts filled the air in between slaps like he had your hips placed at the perfect angle for him to work you.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”  His gritting teeth by the shell of your ear, he keeps you secure within your hair to snake his arm around the front of you tugging and rolling at the sensitive nubs of your nipples.  When he feels you appear to drift off, those rough hands supply another smack, but to your tits this time, your fingernails clawing into his thighs involuntarily as you squeal in surprise.  You tighten at that, fluttering around his cock and you feel it at the edge.  So close you can almost taste it.

But he knows you’re close, too, and there’s no way in hell he’s giving that to you.  Not when you’ve barged into his house like this, not when you’ve done nothing but be an insufferable brat to him since the moment he came to Jackson.

Joel hovers you over his lap, and your heels dig into the floorboard.  His hips still, keeping the very tip of his cock inside of you – you feel panic flash over your body.  “No,” it’s the first word you’ve uttered in god knows how long and it sounds desperate.  Any hope of getting an orgasm swirls down the drain, and it’s set in stone when he pushes you on your back – the lumpy couch digging into your skin.  “No, no, please.  Why!”

His eyes could burn a hole through you.  Like a hungry dog, his body hovers – shoulders stooped, head down when he pours his gaze into you.  And he likes what he sees.  Legs open and begging, willing to do anything to get him back into you.  Your cunt glistening, even in the dull light and he can tell it’s pulsing.  “Poor thing’s clampin’ around nothin’,” he teases, grunting when his knees meet the couch cushions – another tell of his age.  But you, you’re too preoccupied in taming the ache between your legs to comment.  It burns, coming back to a fixed state you realise how stretched out you were and it’s more than overwhelming.  To know you haven’t been used to completion, all hope draining from your face.

“Joel,” your breath is shaky underneath him, pupils blown and wet when you make out his features, “Joel, please.  Please, I want this.”

“Darlin’, I know you want it.  Everybody in town knows you want it,” his words make you sob a whine as they approach closer to your neck, the delicate graze of his beard dances at your pulsepoint and you shudder.  Hips raise and he’s quick to slam them back down into place.  “If you want me, ‘Joel’ ain’t whatchu say to get me.”

And if you felt hopeless before, you really do now.  Unable to do anything but debase yourself for your own pleasure.  You’d heard it earlier, the way he referred to himself with a name that brought up mixed feelings at Tommy’s.  You swallow down embarrassment, looking him in the eyes – which were faded obsidian, your fingernails dig into your own thighs as if to brace for what’s tempting to slip out of your throat.

You hated that he made you nervous.

And you hated the hold he had over you.

But he had it, there was no doubt about it.  He had it.  He had you.

Your jaw ticks forward, fully aware of your clit screaming for attention and exhale shakily.  “Please, daddy.  Please, I want this.”

“Eh,” Joel muses, shaking his head, “I don’t believe ya.  Really gotta hear the desperation in your voice.  Maybe if I,” his hand reaches for his cock, slapping the sloppy head of it against your folds and that– that sends you.  Takes you to a different destination entirely because for the first time all night there’s attention to that bundle of nerves, and he knows it.  He knows you need this in order to give everything over to him in full.  “Daddy!” you screech, pelvis jutting up in full inclination and without a single word, Joel’s cock spears into you all the way to the hilt.  All the way to your cervix.

His hands, emitting heat and wrapped largely around your hips, locks you where he wants you like some animal in heat.  It forces you to bring your legs up into a position you aren’t sure you’ve ever been in – thighs against your stomach, by your sides.  It’s so, “deep,” you whimper, head rocking as your mouth flies open and he’s delivering you thrust after thrust of pleasure so wrecking no noise comes from you.

“Is that what you needed? Fuckin' brat,”  Joel is still able to tease, but even he isn’t immune to how tight you are around him.  Your fluttering core begging for release as it moves in and out around him – as if it’s doing its own begging.  “You wanna be filled up to the brim with my cum, babygirl?  Needy fucking cunt like you only good for matin’ like this.”  Your skin burns at his words, your body convulsing as you do your best to keep it together.

That’s when Joel’s hand wraps around your throat, a line of spit falling into your mouth and you willingly drink from him.  “You hold off, you ain’t gettin’ it tonight,” you pout for a moment, not fully understanding what he means by that, but he clarifies when his hips get sharper, more precise.  As if his cock is hooked inside of you, not letting a drip of precum spill out of you against your cervix.  “Y’ain’t cummin’, but I am.”

His grip around your throat gets harder, and you swear you can see every vein in his face rise to the surface when he uses you.  You’re limp, all thoughts washed away – his cock thick and long, you aren’t even sure how he fits it all inside of you but he does.  The edge of your stomach bulges as he works you, his neck cranes back to expose his neck and it’s too much to take. For both of you.  His hot cum ropes cords inside of you, sticking to your walls.  Filling you up is an understatement with how much he has to give you.  It’s as if you can discern the moment his seed grazes your cervix in its sticky texture.  Your head is swimming at the sound of your animalistic grunts, he looks so… fucking hot like this.  His name is replaced with ‘daddy’ more easily than you care to admit.  You do try not to chase your orgasm… a part of you does, anyway.

But you’re defiant.

You can take yourself there without him telling you to, and in fact the opportunity to disobey him is just what you need to send yourself creaming all over his cock.  You gasp, eyes wide before they roll back and you’re fucking yourself on his spent cock that somehow still has life to it.  Even for his age, he can still keep it hard for you after his seed coats your insides.  “Daddy, daddy, daddy,” becomes part of your breath, and you’re shocked he doesn’t pull out of you even though his hips are still.  You don’t notice it until you come down considering you’re using him.  Did he say you could do that?  As if you’re woken up by an alarm, you jerk at the sensation of the orgasm you snuck.  Without his permission.  You look up, and his knuckles are bleached around your hips.  He looks so menacing like this, scary.  You shake your head, swallowing hard in your attempt to fix things.

But it’s too late for you.  You’re a brat at the end of the day, and he has to train you.  Make you realise the error of your ways.

His cock is still buried deep when his middle finger plays where the two of you connect.  A whine escapes you, shivering now, not quite sure what he’s going to do.  He’s lethally quiet, you aren’t sure how to react.  He’s contemplating what to do to you, he’s not met someone who’s as menacing as he is.  As unwilling to give away freedom.  Not since… his nostrils flare as he inhales.

“I told you not to do that,” Joel stating the obvious makes you clear your throat, his cock twitching inside you in the aftershocks sends your teeth to bite down on your lip and you shake your head, “I c- I couldn’t help it!” You lie, and he knows it.  Compels him to prod that middle finger just above his cock inside you and the stretch is too much.  When you reach out for his forearm, his other hand darkens over your wrist, pinning it back in a way that hurts.  You wince in tandem with it and his monstrous hook of the digit inside you.  You’re so full, “It’s too-it’s too much!” you tap at anything you can, but he’s not listening.

Instead, the pad of his finger has no problem in touching that spongy bit inside of you – especially since your cunt is stretched from his cock and he can see it.  His cum tempts to pool out of you, but he shoves it back in, working his finger inside you repeatedly but he’s just rubbing.  He’s just rolling his finger against your g-spot until you feel so overstimulated it brings more pain than pleasure.  “Came like you knew what you were doin’,” he finally remarks, thumb rolling over your clit and you can’t take it.  “Please, pl– it’s too much!  Daddy!”  That rhythm is sly, though, in making you come undone.  Again and again.  As you’re on the peak of what would be an explosive orgasm, Joel pulls out of you entirely.  His cock, his finger.  His warmth is a distant memory when he stands up, palming over his cock.  How did he get hard again?!  He would deal with that on his own time.

Your moan is choked out, thighs pressing together for any sort of… something.  A release, a grind.  You’re left panting and begging, your tits perky and heaving for him.

“What did I say, little girl?”  He climbs into his clothes, one button up at a time with his flannel.  “You won’t be cumming for a week with that fuckin’ attitude.”

You’re so lost in chasing a feeling, soon to disappear as it could arrive that all you can do is whimper and nod.  “I’m so–” his hand grips your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.  Spit covers your face, and you hum like a kitten at the feeling of his hot saliva down your cheek, “What did I fucking say about apologisin’ when you’re not sorry?”

You wipe your face, sucking the spit off your thumb with a satisfied smirk.  “Fuckin’ loved it, daddy.”

He swallows then, his head shaking in disbelief over how much of a filthy bitch you are.  “Yeah, yeah you fuckin’ did.  Belong to me now, you understand?  Gonna let everybody know what a slut you are for this cock.”

And you would be lying if you didn’t experience a swell of pride in those words.  You’d be down each other’s throats again in no time, but the look of ownership that adorns his face over you is too much not to bask in.

“A week?”  You study him, eyes wet and round, look up at him and you see his cheek twitch in response.

“Gonna be two if you keep it up.”

You let out a faint sigh, resting your head back on the armrest.  “Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl,” he coos, leaning down to press his lips at the shell of your ear.  Fingers tucking his cum back in your hole.  He relishes in how hot you feel under his fingers.

“Now get the fuck out of my house.”

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Songbird Pt. 3

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: You had been waiting for Buggy to get his body for days now, but now that the moment presents itself, you find you don't want to let him go. Because despite both of your dirty murmurings and promises in the dark, you knew he was going to leave as soon as his head was reattached to his neck and you would be left behind. Left to wonder what exactly could have been if you chased after him.

Tags: Angst, smut (hand job, semi-public, p in v, standing, from behind, hand over mouth, caught)

Word Count: 4.3K

A/N: So this got a little long so I decided to break it up into 2 parts...sooo expect 1 more part after this lol. Sorry, I go waaaayy overboard sometimes. I just can't help it 😂. I hope you all enjoy!!

Requested by: @srgtjamesbarnes (thank you again for requesting! ❤️❤️)

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Gods you hated these pirate fishmen. Hated that nothing seemed to be able to penetrate their stupidly strong skin and hated that they were getting the best of you. And you absolutely hated that they had tried to drown you in their stupid pool, making your hair a sopping wet mess and the make-up you had spent nearly hours applying run. 

You’d ended up getting away thanks to the soft gills the fishmen drowning you had on his neck. Gills that were the perfect size to shove your dagger into and cut into the sensitive flesh there. 

“What the hell are you doing? Trying to kill me!” Buggy’s muffled voice shouted from within the satchel bag strapped around your shoulder as you pulled yourself from the pool.

“Fuck you! I almost drowned!” You shouted back. “And now my make-up is ruined!” You said on a little whimper before scanning the area for any immediate threats. There were none.

“Oh boo-hoo! Mine is too! And you have this special ability where you can USE YOUR HANDS to help you not DROWN!” You gave a dramatic huff as you pulled yourself to your feet, wiping your fingers under your eyes to try and get rid of the mascara that you knew was streaming down your face. “Get me back to my body! We’re close. I can feel my toes.” 

You had spotted Buggy’s body upon entering Arlong Park. Had purposely been avoiding going near it for this exact reason. To avoid Buggy’s escape. 

“No.” Buggy gave a dramatically frustrated sound as you made your way over to Zoro and Sanji, who had just gotten done killing off a couple more of the enemy. 

“I saw you get pulled into the water. Are you alright?” Zoro asked as you came up to the two men. 

“Yes--” You started but Buggy cut you off. 

“Oh, I’m so sad! I got a little wet and now I’m not camera ready. Oh boo-hoo-hoo. I’m going to go cry about it to my fucking whipped-to-hell boyfriend.” Buggy said, his voice just the tiniest bit higher as to try and mock you. Zoro blinked unamused down at the satchel bag while Sanji narrowed his eyebrows in a pissed-off manner, looking almost personally pissed off at Buggy’s comment. 

“How dare you--” Sanji started as if he was going to defend your honor, something you didn’t need him to do whatsoever. You shook your head, placing a hand on his shoulder to pull his attention away from the bag.

“It’s fine. He’s just throwing a temper tantrum because he wants his body back.” You huffed, taking your hand back and running it through your hair to keep it out of your face. “What’s the verdict on that?” Sanji looked back to Zoro who was already looking to him, a shrug on his shoulders.

“Songbird. Pretty boy. Shithead.” You rolled your eyes at Buggy’s continued talking. “Trust me. I can help you guys win this thing.” 

“No one here trusts you,” Zoro deadpanned.

“Songbird sure does. Just the other night, she was--” You grabbed hold of his nose and mouth through the bag and pressed hard and blocking his airways with a hiss before he could continue. 

“Was that you begging for my forgiveness? Again? Because if that’s not the case I think you could use another dip to wash off the rest of your tacky face paint.” You let go and heard him take a deep inhale of breath. 

“Fuck, songbird. That was hot.” You huffed, rubbing your right eye. “So? Can I get my body back?” No. You wanted to say no. Because despite him being a humongous pain in the ass, you enjoyed his teasing. Enjoyed the late-night dinner talks. Enjoyed the late-night make-out sessions. Enjoyed him between your legs eating you out like it was his last meal on this earth even better.

And maybe this was all because you were horny as hell, but you couldn’t help not wanting to let your fuck buddy go just yet. Not when you wanted to keep talking to him, to keep teasing him, and having--fun. To keep what you had going--whatever the hell that was. 

“I think you owe the lady an apology first,” Sanji said, making the clown groan. 

“Fine. I’m sorry.” You huffed out your nose before opening the bag, red and white strips flashing up at you as he wiggled around trying to get out.

“I swear, clown. If you screw us over…” Zoro started as you gently scooped Buggy’s head out. 

He was. You knew he was. He was going to get his body back and leave and you couldn’t help but feel a bit…disappointed. 

You frowned deeply at Buggy as you met his green-blue eyes. He gave you a little clicking wink before his head went flying out of your hands and re-attached itself back onto his neck. You kept that frown as you watched him hop down and hug himself with a bellowing laugh, reveling in the feeling of having control over his body again. 

You were happy for him…no more dirty satchel bag, no more getting left in random places, no more body getting used as a punching bag…no more shared hammocks. 

Green-blue eyes locked onto yours, that smile of his flattering the slightest bit you might not have caught had you not been watching his face and taking in every little detail you could. If you hadn’t already memorized that face from days and nights spent with him by your side like you were some utter fool.

“Songbird--why such the long face, huh?” He said, hopping out of the wooden carnival game-like structure. 

“It’s because of my make-up.” You sarcastically. Buggy gave a little laugh, making his way closer--almost prowling over to you like some flamboyant jungle cat. A prowl that made your body burn alive. Burning in a need to have him. “You going to help us?” You asked, knowing of what was to come clear in your voice. Knowing of the answer, which was a sharp no. 

Buggy came to a stop before you, his eyes scanning over your body. A slow, lingering scan that only intensified the need burning within your body. 

“I think we talked about what exactly would happen once I got my body back.” You kept your face calm, collected, and overall bored, giving nothing away of your turned-on nature. A nature Buggy was able to pick up on quickly. 

“Oh? Cause I seem to remember you saying something about escaping and leaving us high and dry.” He gave a gruff little chuckle, taking another step closer to you. So close he could lean down to look you over more closely. Look you over with eyes that move from your own eyes to your lips and to your breast which your wet shirt clung to. Clung so tight that it, unfortunately for you, showed off the raised peaks of your nipples which had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the man before you.

“I seem to remember something else.” Buggy all but whispered, his gloved hand jutting out to take hold of your chin in a tight manner that felt all too good. That did nothing to help you with your flustered body--had you almost making a naughty little noise you had to bite down.

You’d imaged this moment so many times, in so many different ways. Imagined just how his hands would feel against your skin and how it would feel to have his body over top of yours. 

You’d imaged it so many times it was hard not to think of anything else. 

The ring of a sword filled your ears and soon Zoro’s blade was pressed against Buggy’s neck. “I would let go of her if I were you,” Zoro spoke dangerously. An equally as dangerous laugh fluttered out of the clown's lips. 

“I guess my decision has been made for me,” Buggy said leaning in closer despite the blade pressing sharply to his neck. A blade you all knew would do nothing against him. A blade everyone standing around knew would do no real damage to the clown. “I’ll see you around, songbird.” And before Sanji could shove him away, Buggy was retreating back, middle fingers in the air directed the boy's way. 

You hardly heard what he said. Couldn’t hear anything past the pounding in your ears. A pounding that followed the same beat as your throbbing pussy. 

Fuck. 

You blinked as you watched him rush away. Blinked as he gave you another little wink before disappearing around the bend. Blinked…

“Fuck that clown,” Zoro grumbled angrily. 

“Yeah…yeah fuck him.” You said airly as you continued to look in the direction he had disappeared. 

If you rushed after him now, you could catch up to him. If you went now, you could grab him and pin him against the back of that rock and fuck him just as you had wanted to fuck him ever since you had first met the man.

Sanji shot you a little concerned look you shooed away with a quick change of your face into that of a bright smile. “So…did we get all those fishy fucks or what?”

It didn’t take you all that long to finish off the last of the fishmen. It didn’t take too long until Luffy, Nami, and Usopp were rejoining you guys. Not long at all before the sunset and a grained celebration was taking place. One you couldn’t think properly enough at that moment to enjoy. 

You just kept pacing and pacing and pacing by the open gate, watching the dark road as if something would come up it--someone. Maybe you would rush down it. Rush away and do--something. 

All you knew was you felt--restless. Like you needed to move, to run, to do something other than stand around and celebrate. 

“You have that look in your eyes.” A cheery voice spoke from next to you, making you nearly start at its sudden appearance. It was your captain, Luffy, who had spoken and he wore a grin on his face as he looked up at you. 

“What look?” You narrowed your eyes in question. 

“Like you figured something out. Like you need to go out there and grab it--whatever it is.” You blinked at him on a pause.

“I don’t--” You looked back down the path. A path you wanted to take away from here. “I don’t need anything. I’m just tired.” 

“Oh, come on. I know you. I know what your dream is. Your dream isn’t to go to the Grand Line. It’s here. In the East Blue.” You shook your head, a huff on your lips, as you thought about what he was implying was your dream. 

“My dream--it’s not a dream, Luffy. It’s revenge--”

“Sure, but you want to free people from that evil king. We didn’t end it like you dream of. So, go. Fulfill your dream.” You shook your head again. 

“No. You saved my life. I can’t just up and leave--” He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving you a little shake as you blinked at him. 

“You helped save Nami. You helped this island. You never owed me anything, but if fulfilling a debt is what’s keeping you here, consider it fulfilled.” You didn’t know what to say. What to think. He was--letting you go. He wanted you to go…to do what you “dreamed” of doing. “We’ll meet again. I know it.” He smiled brightly up at you. 

You--nodded. And you nodded again, a smile coming to your lips. 

“Thank you…for everything. You gave freed me. Gave me a second chance.” Luffy waved it off like it wasn’t a big deal. 

“Go. Kick some ass.” You chuckled, turning back towards the road. It seemed so much--bigger now. So far. So open. So--unpredictable. But you loved the unpredictable, always had. 

With a quick goodbye, secretly grabbing your bag from where you’d left it near Usopp, who was telling an over-exaggerated version of what had happened during the fight, you headed away from the celebrating townspeople and the Straw Hats. Luffy was right, you would see them again one day, but for now, you had work to do. Work you had dreamed of and plotted of ever since getting rescued from that shit hole. 

The sea met you as you made it to the beach, passing the docked Going Merry and heading for where you had spotted some of Arlong’s smaller ships. And as you walked, ocean waves crashing at your feet, you began to hum. A hum that grew into soft lyrics you didn’t let get too loud in case there was any trouble. 

Strong hands grabbed hold of you, one finding its way over your mouth to keep you from screaming out as they started trying to drag you behind a large boulder. You hardly thought as you punched your attacker in the balls, resulting in them giving a sharp shout and curse, letting you go. 

You paused at the sound of that voice. It’d been hours--almost half a day since he’d run off. There was no way…You spun around quickly, finding the pirate clown clutching at his crown jewels and looking very much pained and shocked you had done such a thing. 

“What’d you do that for!” He hushly hissed at you.

“What did--you can’t just grab people and expect them not to punch you in the dick!” You shouted at him exaggerated. Something like panic flashed in Buggy’s eyes as he grabbed your hand and pulled you further around the boulder, shushing you. “Don’t shush--” Buggy’s gloved hand came up and covered your mouth. 

“Songbird, I love your voice but you gotta keep it down.” He whispered, his body pressing against yours to keep you pinned to the rough surface of the boulder. It was an action that had your stomach jutting around in excitement. 

You narrowed your eyes in question up at him. “Marines--they got here a few minutes ago. Docked nearby.” He whispered. Marines? You hadn’t seen any single ship in the sea nearby. How had you missed them?

You watched as his green-blue eyes move from your face to look to the side, listening for any sort of Marine-type sounds. And, despite your life possibly being in danger, you couldn’t help your needy body. Couldn’t help getting all so horny again. Especially when he was pinning you like this--his body flush against yours and his hand pressing just tight enough over your mouth to keep any sound from spilling from your lips. 

And you definitely couldn’t help your hands from moving along his stomach to pull him that much closer. To feel his strong body through his clothes. Green-blue eyes found yours again, looking at you like you had gone crazy. 

“What are you doing?” He whispered on a near hiss, but it only grew your neediness. Only had you running your fingers down his sides, finding his belt. A blet your fingers moved along to get back to the front, tugging on them in a sharp movement that had Buggy gritting his teeth to keep from making a sound.

“Songbird…” He warned, his voice growing deeper and more dangerous. A voice that reverberated through your body. Fuck, it was a sound had wanted to hear direct at you like this for a long while. 

Your fingers continued to mess with his belt, unlooping it slowly as if to give Buggy enough time to shoo you away. Enough time to push off you, but Buggy started, letting you unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, his breath growing heavier and heavier by the second. 

Keeping your slow pace, you reached your hand into his pants, and as soon as your fingers wrapped his hardened cock, Buggy all but stumbled forward, a leg between your legs to try and keep himself from falling over. His thigh pressed against your pussy in a way that drove you crazy, and couldn’t help yourself as your hips began to move back and forth. Could help and trying to get any sort of traction to help please your needy body. 

As you began to pump him nice and slow, his heavy breath became uneven and strained. A breath he panted in your ear as he rested his head against your cheek. 

“Fuck, songbird.” He huffed in your ear. “So good--” The hand not pressed against your mouth wrapped around one of your breasts, giving it a nice, tight squeeze that had a small sound rumbling in your throat. 

Gods you needed him. You needed him so bad it was a problem. Such a problem it slipped into your dreams, only ever adding to your restless neediness. 

You used your other hand to pull his pants down just that much more so you could free his cock from its confines. A cock that you continued to pump even as you fumbled to unbutton your own pants. 

On a breathy, quiet moan, Buggy helped you yank your own pants down as far as the both of you could reach before he flipped you around. He never once moved his hand from your mouth, keeping you from talking out. It was all so intoxicating.

Buggy kicked your legs as far apart as the pants now around your knees would allow before running the head of his dick through your dripping folds. You gave a whimpering moan against his hand, moving your hips to try and get more, more, more. 

Buggy’s lips found your neck, kissing it as he sunk ever so slowly into you. It had been too long since you’d been fucked, so his slowness was much needed as your pussy made room for his cock. As he moved further within you, you took account of every sensetion his cock shot through you--took account of every bit of soft skin and vein that rubbed against your inner walls. 

Once he was fully seated in you, hips flush against your ass, your pussy clenched around his cock as if it could keep him there. 

“Fuck…” He cursed lowly against your neck, his stubble rubbing the sensitive skin there in a way that only added to the pleasure flowing through you. “Songbird, You feel just as good as you taste.” You gave another moan that was muffled by his hand. His other hand moved under your shirt to wrap around your breast once more, squeezing it just as tight. 

“Gods, you know I dreamed about this? You know I couldn’t wait to get my body back just so I could get you all to myself like this. To be this deep within you--feel you’re sweet, sweet pussy around my cock.” He whispered lowly.

You wanted to tell him you dreamed of the same thing. Thought you were going to go crazy if you had to go another day without his cock in you, but that hand stayed put. Kept your head resting against his shoulder as he began to move slowly out of you in a frustrating manner. 

He thrust back into you, sending shooting waves of pleasure through your body. Waves of pleasure that grew more and more intense as he thrust and thrust into you, his pace quick and merciless. 

Gods and you couldn’t help the moans that were rumbling from your throat--moans you could make as loud as you want because they were so muffled against Buggy’s hand, an outside ear might have thought it was just the wind. 

But an outside ear would never be able to mistake the slapping sounds of Buggy’s hips hitting your ass as he fucked you. Sounds made slick and wet from your all but drooling pussy and the sweat sliding along both of your skin. An outside ear could never mistake the little huffs and grunts Buggy made to keep from moaning himself as anything other then that. 

You reached for his hand and moved it downward, telling him silently you needed him to touch your clit. To rub it in just the same way he had learned to do expertly with his tongue. The coarseness of his glove combined with the steady circling of your clit and ruthless fucking Buggy was dealing you, your finish was being to build and build within you. 

“F-Fuck, songbird. I’m gonna come--feel so fucking good I’m gonna come.” You nodded and nodded again, using your free hand to hold on to his hip and try to tell him to keep going. To tell him to last just just a little bit longer--

The sound of boots marching over the sandy shore and the voices of more people than you could pinpoint and count had Buggy pausing. Had tears welling in your eyes at the absolute denial of your orgasm. Buggy cursed sharply in your ear, seeming as if he would pull away but you held him there as best you could. Moved your hips against his as best you could to try and get him to keep going. 

“Song--” You shook your head, grabbing hold of his hand and interlocking your fingers with his to further keep him there. You were not going to be denied this much-needed fucking because of a bunch of stuck-up, white shirt wearing marine assholes. Buggy let out a shaking breath as he started up again. A pace that was so painfully slow but necessary if the two of you truly didn’t want to get caught. 

That build began again, faster than the first thanks to your already worked-up nature. A build that grew and grew and grew until you were coming around his cock at nearly the same moment he was spilling into you, his grip on your hand and mouth as tight as steal as he fought not to make any noise. 

Buggy slummed against you, his breath coming out just as shuddery and stunted as yours. He moved his hand off your mouth to help allow you to catch your help all that much more quick. You gave a hardly audible whimper of his name making the man bite your neck again in a way that had you closing your eyes the smallest bit in pleasure.

The voices continued to rush by, hardly seeming to lessen. Just how many Marines were storming this island? And why? Who had told them of pirates being active on it? Nami had told you and the rest of the Starw Hats there had been a crooked Marine who had been keeping all crimes under wraps. 

Just as you were about to reluctantly pull away from Buggy, a soldier came around the corner, belt half undone as if he was going to piss back here. 

All three of you froze, the marine’s face turning up into that of utter shock. 

“Oh my gods! I’m so sor--wait a second. You’re Bu--” A detached arm came flying off of Buggy’s body and his hand wrapped around the Marine's throat, shoving him to the ground as he struggled to fight off the limb. His fight lessened and lessened and soon he was laying half-dead in the dirty mixed sand. 

If you were being honest with yourself, watching Buggy choke out that Marine had been hot. So hot you almost begged him to fuck you again. 

“Fuck.” You and Buggy both hissed as he pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty without his warmth in and on top of you. There was no time to complain, though. Not when you two had attacked a Marine. 

You both were quick to pull your pants back up, hardly caring about cleaning up and rebuckling belts before you were taking hold of Buggy’s hand and running deeper into the forest that boarded the beach. 

“Is your crew here?” You asked, looking back only for a split second to find him rolling his eyes. 

“No.” He all but growled angrily. “They’re no doubt falling apart without me. Probably panicked and stayed away when they saw those Marine vessels sailing this way. I was waiting for my next escape route when you showed up.” He said, taking a few seconds pause. “Wait--why are you down here?”

“Luffy’s letting me go.” You said on a huff as your lungs began to burn from the running. Running like this you hadn’t done much of. “There are a few ships just--” 

“Wait, wait, wait.” Buggy pulled you to a stop, making you all but whip around to stare at him like he had gone crazy. Those Marines would notice one of their comrades missing very quickly if they hadn’t already. They would find him passed out and go on a witch hunt to find who attacked him and Buggy was making it very easy to be found. “You’re leaving? What about that stretchy kid you owe your life to?” You peered behind Buggy to make sure no one was coming up behind you guys. 

“He wants me to “fulfill my dream”. Said I’d repaid him enough. So…” You gestured with your hand in the direction you had been trying to pull him in. “Let’s get going while the goings hot, yeah?” Buggy still kept you paused in your spot, watching you like he almost didn’t believe what you were saying.

“What’s your dream?” He asked on a breath. It was a question you hadn’t really thought or had been prepared for him to ask. Something that surprised you and had you almost forgetting about the Marines just past the forest brush.

“I’m going to kill that fucking king who kept me as a slave.”

“That’s some dream.” You shrugged, flashing him a smile. 

“It’ll take time to time fully plan out, but you gotta start somewhere.” You moved closer to him, taking the smallest bit of time to rebuckle his belt. “Maybe, during that time, we could put on a show or two of Buggy’s Singing Songbird?” Buggy blinked down at you with those long lashes of his. Blinked like he really didn’t believe what you were saying now. 

“Really?” You nodded up at him as something like excitement and maybe even nerves flooded his green-blue eyes. 

“Really, but a show won’t happen if we’re caught and executed by Marines.” Buggy snapped out of whatever questiony mood he had been in and nodded.

“Let’s get the hell out of here then.”

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𐙚 shameless: a drew starkey smau < part ten > series masterlist

AUTHOR'S NOTE: lots happening in this one!! no drama though...not yet, anyway. 🥸

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[girlkisser13]

taking the pjo & hoo characters to the eras tour

a/n: hey guys!!! let me know if i should do a second part or a third part but with minor characters.

warnings: eras tour setlist spoilers

annabeth chase

annabeth is 100% a midnights stan. she LOVES "you're on your own kid". she's also a folklore and evermore stan (because of the high vocabulary). she's a closeted swiftie because she got bullied for listening to her when she was younger. when you're going to the concert with her, she definitely devises a strategy to beat the merch lines. at the concert, she wouldn't sing/yell the lyrics with you but she'd have no problem lip syncing along to the music.

annabeth is a devoted swiftie. she loves deciphering all of taylor's easter eggs and analyzing her genius lyricism. she's the swiftie who you wait for to analyze taylor's newest album so that you know what she's singing about and all of the references that she makes Imao. she absolutely slayed her analysis of ttpd and ttpdta.

frank zhang

frank is by no mean a swiftie but after you introduced him to songs like, "the archer" and "this is me trying", our boy was converted into one. i feel like frank would be a nonchalant swiftie, he wouldn't follow what she was doing 24/7 and he wouldn't like obsess over what she's going to do next. frank is soooo speak now coded (i will not he taking any questions).

frank is at the eras tour for the vibes. he'll sing along to the songs that he knows. he's also the designated merch holder. he'd probably dress up as joe (the hat and the denim jacket, iykyk). i feel like he'd enjoy watching the film more than going to the concert because of the difference in atmospheres. however, he still has a great time at the concert.

grover underwood

grover is a evermore stan fr. he enjoys the nature aesthetic and vibe that evermore gives off. he talks shit to anyone who thinks that evermore is her worst album. he's only at the concert to have a good time and isn't stressing about the surprise songs or anything like that. however, he lost his shit when taylor opened evermore with "tis then damn season" and when she sang "tolerate it" (it's his favorite song).

hazel levesque

initially, hazel wasn't a swiftie but just because taylor didn't exist during her time. but after piper and leo introduced her to her music, hazel was converted into a swiftie. she's a fearless and speak now stan.

hazel would be too shy to scream or yell the lyrics with you but she'd happily lip sync along to the songs that she knows. her favorite part of the concert was dressing up. the two of you spend the whole night singing, dancing, and laughing with one another.

jason grace

jason is not a swiftie but he could be converted into one if you were. he's a folkevermore stan fr. he also thoroughly enjoyed tpd and tpdta. like frank, he's definitely a more nonchalant swiftie but he would enjoy listening to your rants and predictions on what she's going to do next.

he would dress up as the heartbreak prince to your miss americana. he would try his hardest to learn all of the lyrics to her songs so that he could sing it with you but because her discography is so vast, he printed out sheets with the lyrics on them so that he could scream her lyrics with you. he'd definitely propose to you during "love story" (if the two of you were in the that stage in your relationship).

we all know that jason emits husband energy and is a natural gentleman. so after the concert you know that that man is carrying you out of there because your legs hurt from dancing and would immediately make you some tea when you get back if you lost your voice too. he would also go and get any merch that you wanted during the concert so that you wouldn't miss anything. like frank, jason is also at the eras tour for the vibes but he still has a great time and is thankful that he gets to enjoy this experience with you!!!

leo valdez

leo's a swiftie fr. piper introduced him to her music and they listen to her new albums together. he excessively hates all of her ex-boyfriends that treated her poorly (joe j, john, jake, etc.). he's also 100% red coded but i feel like he also likes 1989.

leo would go all out on his eras tour outfit. he would create a unique and funny outfit or he would go as lasik taylor. he would happily join in with singing/yelling the lyrics with you. he definitely fangirls at every single song change. his favorite song to sing is all too well (10 minute version). piper also teaches him all of the chants so that he can impress you.

nico di angelo

like hazel, nico wasn't a swiftie at first because obviously, taylor didn't exist during the era that he lived in. but after will and piper introduced him to her music, he got converted into a swiftie. he's a folkevermore stan fr (but more evermore than folklore). at the concert, nico would be too shy to sing the songs and he'd probably lip sync along to the lyrics when he thinks no one's looking. he'd dress up as the reputation era just so he could wear black. he got a bracelet from someone and now wears it every single day. like frank, he'd prefer to watch the film compared to going to the concert just because he's scared of big crowds.

percy jackson

like annabeth, percy's a closeted swiftie because he got bullied for listening to her when he was younger. percy is a 1989 and lover stan. he's 100% a "me!" and "you need to calm down" lover. he also LOVES taylor's ovulation songs. (false god, dress, i can see you, etc.).

he goes all out for his eras tour outfit and probably dresses up wearing an outfit that taylor wore once and expects everyone to know when she wore it. like leo, percy fan girls at every single song change and probably screams the lyrics to her songs louder than you do.

piper mclean

piper is a HUGE swiftie. she's a pop girlie so naturally, she's a 1989 stan. i headcanon that she's a hopeless romantic so she's also a reputation and lover stan. for the longest time, she didn't believe that taylor and joe broke up. (they could never make me hate you joe!!!) she absolutely lost it when taylor announced 1989 tv.

the two of you guys went all out for your eras tour outfits and would probably coordinate outfits or do a cute couples outfit. she definitely gets you guys tickets in the pit where the two of you spend the whole time dancing and singing/yelling the lyrics to every single song. piper knows every single chant too (1 2 3 Igb). the two of you spent months making friendship bracelets to trade with everyone and at the end of the night, you guys traded enough bracelets to the point that they go up to your elbows. she definitely experienced gay panic during the vigilante shit choreography.

reyna ramirez-arellano

reyna is SOO speak now coded (better than revenge 👀). she's also a reputation stan. if kanye west has a million haters reyna is one of them. if he has one hater it's her. if he has no haters, she's dead. reyna avila ramirez-arellano hates kanye west with a passion.

reyna would dress up as the reputation era and would probably coordinate her outfit with nico. at first, reyna would be too shy to sing along to the songs but after you danced with her a few times she began to loosen up and she ended twirling you around and softly singing along with you.

will solace

will is obviously a debut and fearless stan. i feel like he prefers old taylor over new taylor but he's still a swifitie regardless. he definitely cried when he found out that taylor didn't dedicate a section of songs for debut on the eras tour. he'd definitely wear a cowboy hat with his eras tour outfit. i feel like he wouldn't yell the lyrics with you because he'd be scared he'd lose his voice but he'd happily sing along with you.

[themcomicsofficial]

Welcome Home next update theory IDEA!

HOO-WHEE!! THAT WAS SOME UPDATE, HUH?

You this reminds me of? ANOTHER THEORY WH UPDATE YEE-HAW!!

*cowboy spinning on horse shooting guns*

Okay, I'll calm down...

Well, let's see what will happen next!

MAIN PAGE

The main page still has the goofy, lovable Julie Joyful as usual!

News

The news page will talk about how they found Frank Frankly related merchandise on their findings. There on more about learning on bugs and they said they found educational storybooks of him teaching about bugs.

The Neighborhood

Wally still has that telephone ringing noise, however when we click on Julie's--we hear anonymous breathing, anxious hyperventilating--almost seems like crying.

Discoveries

Storybooks

The WHRP finds a book called "Frank Frankly's Guide to Bug Anatomy"

Here's how it will play out, in the first page--Frank Frankly is looking at the audience on teaching about bugs.

"Why, hello there! Greetings and salutations! I am what you call, Frank Frankly! Today, we're going to learning about the culture of bugs--"

"BUGS? Aw, Frank don't ya think you're giving the audience a snooze fest?"

"Oh, get out of here! Barnaby I'm trying to teach here!"

"Okay! But don't come CRAWLING back to me when someone sleeps!"

(BA-DUM, TEESH!)

"OUT!"

*Barnaby laughs*

--And here we learn about the anatomy of my favorite species of insects, the Butterfly--

*Barnaby fakes snores as Frank groans in annoyance*

OH! Oh! Why hiya there, Frank! Boy! I almost had a dream of you boring us to death--OH! Wait that was a nightmare!"

"DOOOOOHH!! BARNABY!!" *head spins*

As he continues the lesson on the butterflies the record warbles and distorts as we hear a woman crying and in 17:59-18:02 Frank Frankly concludes with him thanking us for listening to his lesson.

"Yeah! Make sure you didn't fall asleep for this snooze fest!"

"OH THAT'S IT YOU!! C'MERE!"

Frank chases Barnaby as yelling ensues, objects fall over as the record ends.

Miscellaneous

The WHRP did found what it looks like a flower which sort of belongs to a Julie Joyful related toy advertisement what the description says that's "the last of the Julie related merchandise they have..."

Toys

Since this a Frank Frankly related update, the WHRP found bug plushies called "Frank Frankly's Baby Bug collection!" and they are twelve of them. As we reach the twelfth one, it has a black hand-print on it...

Hidden Links

Back on the Baby Bug collection there's a hidden link on the seventh bug's eye as we click it. We see footage of Frank Frankly's point of view examining a cockroach skeleton.

"Why aren't you a big one?"

"Hello, Franklin Franky! What are you doing in this gorgeous day!"

"Oh, hello Sally! Just nothing just looking at his bug..."

"Ugh...You know Franklin, I appreciate your um...admiration of insects but doesn't that seem--gross?"

"Gross? Now, now Sally! You can't judge a book by its cover! I mean look at this one!"

*Sally covers vomit*

"I mean look at it! It has green and blue texture it ain't beautiful? Why you would you call this gross?"

*Sally swallows*

"I-I guess it's alright...Franklin..."

*Sally looks over*

"Uh, Franklin?"

"Hmm...yes?"

"Look at that flower, it--it hasn't opened..."

"What?"

"Isn't it Julie's job to bloom the flowers?"

"Y-yeah...she is--she hasn't been outside since..."

----

*STATIC*

Hidden Link 2 (on Plushie Bug #5)

The camera shows a cobweb as Frank and Howdy are talking to each other.

"So, Barnaby told me 'I rather see paint dry then listening to a lecture on bugs!'"

"UGH..."

"Oh, come on, Frank! Barnaby is a pretty good jokester! Even he can interrupt your bug lectures!"

"But that doesn't mean he can act so immature on these topics! He always perfectly good moments! Especially when he HONKED that STUPID horn on my lecture on slugs!--TWENTY-FOUR, SEVEN!"

"Now, now Frank, no need to raise up your voice! We all know Barnaby is good at rolling people up!"

"I understand that, Howdy! But I'm just trying make people understanding the culture of bugs! Yet, I get no respect! No respect at all!"

"Well, you can take lectures on caterpillars--ah, ah?"

"I did that on Friday..."

"Okay, just pulling your leg! *chuckles*"

The POV footage switches to (WARNING: ARACHNOPHOBIA) real life spiders on webs.

"Speaking of which, how's you and Julie?"

"Um...Julie's been--acting odd..."

"Odd?"

"I check up in her room she's been acting--weird...I gave her food and hasn't touched it in a week..."

POV Camera shows a a moldy portage and what was once milk now looks like white clay on glass with small flies all over.

"I-I don't know what happened to her after her siblings left..."

"She doesn't want to talk to me...Or anybody...I think something's wrong with her..."

Wally appears behind Frank.

"Did. Something. Go. Wrong. Frank?"

*STATIC*

Radio

WHRP shows us another episode of "A Darling Broadcast" this time is on bugs with guest, Frank Frankly is with Wally on talking about different shapes, sizes of bugs. As with Barnaby mocks and makes fun of Frank in a crude, but friendly way.

As the interview goes to Poppy, Eddie, Sally, Howdy then to Julie as Frank continuously knocks at her door. No response...

"Julie? Julie? Julie it's Frank! Wally is just--"

Is. She. There?

"Hang on, JULIE! *checks her windows* C'mon Julie! don't do this to me today! *knocks again* JULIE--CUT THE SCENE, CUT THE SCENE!"

*RADIO STATIC*

"Geez, what got him rallied up? Guess he got the dose of the bed bugs!"

(BA-DUM TEESH!)

*Barnaby laughs*

Away from Prying Eyes

W is starting to lose his mind--he's making Welcome Home his entire lifestyle, he hasn't left his house in weeks in comedic hindsight. He started ordering fast food from the internet.

However, he said he found a "Lookie-Loo" storybook and vinyl where he stated it was a Sally Starlet play on bugs but it was destroyed when delivered. The pictures showcases a BIG INK SPLAT on the vinyl sleeve, the book missing its cover, and the pages that have Julie and Frank are torn up!

Audio on AFPE:

"*disturbing noises, and deep laughter, and record scratching--(Julie) BEHOLD I AM THE QUEEN BUTTERFLY! I AM THE RULER OF THIS LAND! YOU WILL FEAR MY WRATH--*distorts*"

W said he was sick from doing research after drinking a five decade soda, "Joy" he even told us we was vomiting twenty-four, seven. Yet, he calmed he puked black sludge on the toilet...

If you brighten up the image it shows a grotesque image of his toilet covered in black goo...if you look on the top right corner a cockroach is there...

Hidden Link 3 (On AFPE on bottom center left on page)

POV shows a a worn out corner of a room, it's filled with termites.

"*a door creaks open* Julie? Julie? You okay?"

"Frank? Frank what's going on?"

"SSH! Sally!"

"Hey, Julie--I know it's been days...It's bright and sunny out and you've been on your PJs for a week now! Do you think you need some exercise?"

*POV switches to a window*

"A-hem...So, anyway me and Sally are planning on another play and you did great as queen butterfly! and--and I think you make a great role as a good witch in Sally's...story..."

-----

"Franklin, Franklin! she's still isn't responding do something!"

"What am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know! try to cheer her up! Create a game or some sort!"

"Why would I create a game?"

"JUST MAKE ONE! THIS ROOM IS STARTING TO SMELL!"

*Sally leaves*

"Okay, Julie--and--*sniffs* UGH! What is that stench? Is that your portage? You haven't touched it? Julie, WHAT IS GOING ON HERE??"

*silence*

"Julie? Julie? What's going here...Julie, tell me! I'm not leaving until you tell me WHAT IS WRONG."

POV shows Frank holding Julie's shoulders with a worried look.

"Go away..."

"WHAT."

"Go. Away..."

"Wh--"

"I said (loud) GO AWAY!!!!!!"

*STATIC*

Final image:

We click on a hidden empty link as click it--It shows an image of Julie Joyful with a deranged look, messed up hair with file name;

itshouldbloombynow.png

Welcome Home is owned by Clown Illustrations.

[thatonefanficwriternooneknows]

FoxQuin Week Day 7: Force-Sensitive Fox

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night!

I MADE IT THROUGH THE WEEK!

It was touch and go there for a second because hoo boy that Sonic 3 movies, my peoples, my love of Shadow has rekindled and I am trying to convince my wife to let us go see it again (it's not working).

ANYWAY!

Unlike the other days in FoxQuin Week, this one does have some prerequisite reading, TOUCHED by yours truly, has but one chapter of 5k length that probably should be read before this one, especially since I wrote this as the second chapter!

ANYWAY (again)

Day 7: Force-Sensitive Fox/"You arrested a Jedi?" "I was doing my JOB!" @foxquinweek

TOUCHED and all the days for FoxQuin Week will be collected and posted to ao3 on Monday or Tuesday unless we lose power due to the winter storm!

THANKS FOR READING <3 (also this is 5k so...pace yourselves?)

--

Group Chat: “Batch Bitching”: Glory, Woof, Bye, and Puddle are ACTIVE.

Woof: so there I was

                rations on my tiddies

Bye: what tiddies?

Glory: everyone one knows you aren’t the vod in the batch with tiddies

Woof: the AUDACITY

                who the kriff is it then?

Bye and Glory are typing…

Puddle: we all know it’s Fox

                stop thinking differently

*USER: Fucks is ACTIVE*

Fucks: well this is better than the last name you lot gave me

Puddle: who changed his name to that?

                I’m not mad.

Fucks: no one is dumb enough to admit it Ponds

                Give it up

Woof: THIS TUBE KRIFFER

Glory: hey Fox

                I hear you arrested a Jedi

Bye: YOU ARRESTED A JEDI?!!

Fucks: I was doing my job

                technically

                who snitched?

Glory: no one

Fucks: ahhhh

                Kenobi then

Woof: forget the tiddies

                how does he always know?

Glory: I never said it was Kenobi!

Fucks: you didn’t have to

                just like Bly doesn’t have to say that he knew because of Secura

                and his caps were just a cover so we don’t know that he’s fucking her

Puddle: were me and Wolffe the only ones who didn’t know?!

Bye: kriff you Fox!

Woof: I am not surprised

Glory: technically

                they’re dating

Fucks: same thing

Bye: it really isn’t you shebs

Fucks: meh

                anyway

                Ponds

                remind your troops that Coruscant is MY planet and to stop making lives hard for my Corries

                kthnx bai!

*USER: Fucks is INACTIVE*

Woof: we can all aspire to be that level of don’t give a kriff

Glory: I feel like he’s gotten even weirder since landing on Coruscant

Puddle: I don’t think Fox could actively get weirder

                less anal about hiding it

                yes

                but weirder?

                nah

Bye: if you say so

                Anyway

                The Jedi Fox arrested was Aayla’s buir so…

Woof: yeah I don’t want to know

                Fox will tell us when it’s important

                until then I clam immunity via ignorance

Glory: clam

Puddle: clam

Bye: clam

Woof: oh fuck off

--

Fox was having an admitting good day.

It was less rare than it was back on Kamino, but still not an everyday occurrence. Normal days were the plethora here, but a good day does crop up every now and then.

Hex hasn’t tried to chase him down yet, Thorn is, for once, not complaining about being in charge (again), Stone has successfully quelled riots in the prisons by allowing for recreational theater performances (weird but whatever works), and there were rumors of another (shinier) Commander joining the ranks tbd.

Good day all around.

What made it even better was that Fox was currently “incognito” in the Senate Dome, wearing an atrocious mix match of civilian clothes, jogan berry smoothie in hand, and some dope shades he found dumpster diving last week covering his eyes.

Every time a senator tried to stop him he got to reply with “can’t talk, hunting seppie spies” and was Believed. It was fantastic.

(Admittedly, Fox was not expecting for the Senators to leave him alone with that flimsy excuse, but lo and behold…he is arguably a genius.)

What makes it all better, is that, for some reason, the Jedi in the Dome today don’t seem to realize he’s a clone. In fact, several of them have asked him which Senator he was an aide for with a suspicious side eye.

Fox has answered differently to each one, and considering they were all in a group giving him confused looks, they might be on to him.

So he gave them a smile that would melt ice and ducked out of that particular hallway.

When in doubt, nope it out.

Fox was sipping his smoothie when he got a comm. The only part of his armor that he was wearing, his comm.

He answered it with a loud slurp and reveled in the stank face Hex gave him. Fox smirked behind the straw.

“That better not have caffeine in it, you piece of osik.”

“Never.” Fox lied like a liar.

(The cashier may have looked at him funny when he asked for as many caffeine shots she could legally give him plus one because the law doesn’t apply to him anyway. Their face gloriously imprinted on the cup his caffeine with a little jogan berry smoothie was in. Fox may or may not be tapping his finger on it over and over to enjoy that particular expression as much as he could before he had to toss the evidence of his lies.)

Hex squinted his eyes at him like he knew Fox was lying but wasn’t sure how before growling and snapping at someone out of frame of the holo.

Fox couldn’t resist tilting his head and releasing the straw from his lips with a wide grin.

“Oh Hex, do you have company?” Fox sing-songed, laughing as Hex snapped at him.

“No! They are leaving!”

“But Hex, you didn’t say yes or no to having last meal together…” a soft voice echoed into the comm and Fox tried to place it while his CMO was spluttering out gibberish.

“Prost?”

“Oh! Hello, Commander Fox! Good guess but no, it’s Hetic.” Ahhh yes. Those two were practically riduur from what he could remember. In the last deployment of shinies, known famously in the Guard for stealing a perp’s leg prosthesis on their first shift.

Their Names were set in duracrete after that.

(In Fox’s unwanted opinion, Hetic should have got for Hesis simply because it’s fun to say. But it’s not his Name so he doesn’t get one of those.)

“Hmm. Won’t do that again.” Fox took another sip, enjoying the flustering of Hex far too much for it to be healthy, but no one could blame him.

It was the simple things, really.

“Hex will join you.” Fox decided for his CMO, because the vod never did anything nice for himself, and Prost and Hetic were known to be incredibly nice.

Maybe a good kriff with calm Hex down a little about Fox’s health.

“What?!” Hex screeched even as two other voices shouted with excitement. Fox was nice to the Guard, and no one could ever claim otherwise.

“You’ll have fun, Hex. And you need a break.”

Hex growled and let out a quiet agreement to the other vode before focusing on Fox again.

Shit.

“And you need to take care of your health.”

Fox waved at his comm, careful not to spill the glorious nectar in his violently red smoothie cup.

“I’m perfectly healthy, you just worry too much. In fact, you could almost say…”

“Don’t you fucking say it.”

“I am operating a peak efficiency.”

“I hate you.”

Fox smiled winningly while Hex contemplated his murder. Well his ambush with a hypo strong enough to knock out a gundark for a few hours to get Fox to sleep. (Ha, jokes on Hex, they only work on Fox for about thirty minutes if he really thinks about it. He knows, he’s tried several times until he knew that for a fact. (He was curious!))

“Did you comm for something besides me accepting a date on your behalf?” Fox nodded to a few passing aides giving him a wide berth. Exactly how he’d prefer it forever.

“Yes.” Hex sighed before flicking something on his comm and looking at Fox when his own comm pinged with a transferred data packet. “That’s the marching orders for the rest of my batch.”

Fox hummed and pulled it open, frowning when he saw that one was marked for the Marines, one for a softshell division on the 212th, and the last for the unofficial blackops no one was supposed to know about.

“I thought you said the long-necks learned better than to separate you.”

Hex sighed and rubbed his eyebrows in perfect imitation of ori’vode everywhere, funny because Hex was the middle batcher, before he looked at Fox with exhaustion.

Fox perked up.

Hex wasn’t often exhausted. Not by administration shenanigans, anyway.

(By Fox? Always.)

“It was the trainers who did their assignments. Apparently Seventeen recommended all three of them for the Guard, and General Ti backed them, but the long-necks sided with the trainers.”

Fox hummed, scanning the document with keen eyes, tapping his smoothie cup again to get another burst of disbelief and natborn horror to lighten his mood again.

“Easy enough fix, I think. Who all has seen this?”

“No one. One of the medics I trained snuck this unofficial copy to me before it was official.” Hex sighed, leaning back in his special CMO chair and flipping an unused hypo in his hand in a delightful tick that Fox enjoyed watching.

(You could set clocks by the rate Hex flipped his hypos. The vod was like a metronome but better because it was lethal.)

“Hmmm. I assume you want them all here?” Always better to be sure than to get something hilariously incorrect. Even though Fox was rarely wrong.

“That would be ideal. Lex and I are used to covering their…aberrations.”

“Fun word choice.”

“Thanks. It’s not mine.”

Fox hummed and let his fingers fly through his comm, easily using the backdoor he set up into the trainer exclusive ‘net access and rearranging the next set of deployments with a few twitches of his fingers.

It wasn’t even slicing, it was that easy.

“Alright. They should be here in a tenday. I can’t say I’m not excited to see what the rest of Lex’s batch is like. Considering they’re just like that.”

“Why do you think I can put up with your osik so easily?” Hex deadpanned Fox.

Fox cackled.

“Go panic about your date with the troopers you want to kriff you stupid. I have hot vod shit to do.” Fox signed out to Hex sputtering about that not being the case, blah blah blah. Fox tuned him out.

Sadly, with the end of the comm came the end of Fox’s truly delicious caffeine smoothie, shame.

On the Brightside, it was now time for Fox to collect some more date for Back-up, his beloved. One second Fox was strolling through the ornate Senate hallways, the next he was in their plain vents and chatting with the mousedroids.

Truly a perfectly wonderful day.

--

Fox was having the worst kriffing day.

In fact, he was seconds away from whipping out the Outer Rim curse words so he could even close to the amount of done he was right now.

Once again in shiny armor, once again accompanying some senators to clubs that they absolutely need an escort for, and once again wishing he could kill beings with his gaze alone.

The day started mostly fine, then there was no kaf to be found anywhere on base, and Hex actually didn’t have anything to do with it this time. Then the new deployment of troopers, including the rest of Hex and Lex’s batch, was delayed due to some osik about a kriffing Solar Storm (that’s not how those kriffing work, thank you, Fox was decanted yesterday).

Followed shortly by the announcement from the Chancellor that they were going to have to cut the Guard’s rations because of a poorly formed lie about the GAR needing it more, and the Guard didn’t see much action anyway. Also the med supplies. Hope you can make it work, Commander.

Fox absolutely could make it work, he just needed to whip out Back-up and he’d have a line of senators bending over backwards to get him what he wanted. But did Fox have time to do that?

No!

Because, once again, shady kriffing senators are requesting a single trooper escort of Fox’s kih’vod!

No!

So Fox was down in the bowels of Coruscant (smelling just as bad) and about to flip his kriffing bucket at the next stupid thing these senators tried to say and or do near him.

On the small bright side, there were only three this time, and two of them were otherwise engaged in flirting with female-presenting beings that were CLEARLY underage for their species. The third is in the fresher for some kriffing reason.

“Next time I’m just going to shoot them as soon as we get down here. Easy enough to cover that up in this criminal ridden cesspool.”

Fox was keeping an eye on the door while making promises to himself in the privacy of his muted external speakers when his day started to look up.

Because walking into the club was one Quinlan Vos.

Fox licked his lips.

This time the Jedi was wearing a backless top that only had fasteners around the neck and waist, leaving so much delicious skin bared to all and sundry. With his regular skin tight leggings, knee high leatheris boots and matching gloves. Gold dripped from his locs, ears, and enveloped his neck and upper arms.

Truly a sight to see.

Vos immediately caught sight of Fox, as hard as he wasn’t trying to hide in his shiny armor, and perked up as if he could tell that it was Fox.

Jedi osik.

He gave a little wave of his fingers before sauntering over to a syndicate head sitting not too far from Fox’s chosen position.

Fox elected to enjoy the impressive seduction of a stupid moronic criminal instead of keeping too close of an eye on his charges. What can he say, he’s a vod of simple pleasures.

That’s why he’s going to blame Vos as the reason why he didn’t notice the fresher senator suddenly appearing right next to him.

Their species was irrelevant, probably human-adjacent, but they were taller than Fox and decided to loom over Fox. Poor choice really.

Fox tuned out of whatever they were saying. Honestly, after one senator talked ­osik the rest kind of just filter right back out into space. No need to waste brain power. He had better things to think about.

At this moment? That was about the shiny Vos rescued from being outnumbered on one of the lower levels. With a smile even. Charge sent him holos because he was a good vod’ika. Vos looked good angrily protecting the Guard.

Perhaps that is also why Fox didn’t realize the danger until it was already acting.

The kriffing senator pulled off his bucket. And then had the audacity to startle at Fox’s appearance. He was a clone for kriff’s sake, they all look the same. (Fox had amber eyes and early greying hair, but he was still a vod, the basics were all the same anyway.)

Fox blinked at the senator and decided to tune back in to what was going on, twitching his fingers to bring forth the memory of Lex fixing his gloves with deft fingers and a repurposed piece of metal as a needle. The captain somehow got their hands on cortosis and so now Fox’s hands could temporarily short out lightsabers should he need to.

Anyway.

“…you really are far too handsome to be hiding behind this drab helmet all the time. I think you should accompany me this evening as more than a guard…an escort perhaps?” The sleemo dropped their voice like it was supposed to be sexy but it mostly made Fox think about the semi-sentient moss he found in the basement of HQ.

Fox didn’t bother to reply, just cocked his head and looked back over to Vos and his attempts at seduction.

Warm brown eyes met his own, only this time there was no spark of attraction or challenge or curiosity like the last time, when Fox cornered him after the stake out. Instead there was an indignant anger, blazing furiously, and a glare boring holes in the senator still looming over Fox.

A shiver raced down his spine at the look.

Who knew the Jedi could be even sexier than before? Illegal. (And not in the way Fox’s existence was illegal, more in the way that Fox didn’t want to be more attracted to the Kiffar than he already was. Asshole.)

Unfortunately, to make his bad day into a horrible one, the looming senator decided that the shiver was in reaction to him instead of Vos, unbelievable, and leant further into Fox’s space, daring to caress Fox’s cheek like he was allowed to touch.

Fox shuddered at the image of other vode in the same position he was in now, but frozen with fear where Fox was starting to bristle with indignation. They weren’t ranked, and most of them were Fox’s Corries. How fucking dare?

Before he could decide how to deal with this (his leading choice was a blaster bolt to the head like the aide who tried to touch his shiny, but this was a senator and that might be slightly more suspicious), the senator pressed their lips to Fox’s.

Fox blinked.

Then the senator was halfway across the club, groaning in pain from being slammed into the wall of the bar area.

An expanse of brown skin flooded Fox’s vision as the club grew quiet, several eyes alighting on Fox and his unexpected protector.

“I don’t believe they said you could do that, ser.” Vos’ voice was deep and growly and Fox didn’t think he could be more attracted to a being before.

Fox blinked again and the senator was back, yelling at Vos until they were red in the face, blotchy and uneven, and the other two senators stayed where they were with their under-aged companions.

Vos stayed unaffected in the face of the vitriol, staring blandly as the offending senator got more and more worked up. Fox located his helmet and put it back on, using his HUD to start slicing into the clubs security and other various systems to do what he wanted.

Just when it looked like Vos was gearing up to do whatever he did to get the senator across the club after they kissed Fox, he cut the power and scrambled the bare of holo footage there was.

There was floundering and screaming and Fox just took his opportunity, darting forward with a thin durasteel blade Forge had made for him from her last foray into the scrap levels, and slit it right across the senator’s throat.

Fox wasn’t going to let them live after daring to think they had the right to his lips, but kriff if it wasn’t hot to watch Vos, unnecessarily, come to his rescue. So Fox figured he could do the senator the favor of a quick death.

They didn’t even gurgle, just collapsed into the ground with a slump.

Thank the waters for dark-vision HUDs.

Fox flicked the lights back on.

Surprisingly, there was less screaming with a body on the floor with the lights on than with no body and the lights off.

Whatever.

Not his problem.

Fox nodded to Vos, who didn’t look surprised, but was looking Fox up and down with furrowed brows and a down turned mouth. That was a later problem.

“Senators, we’ll have to cut this trip short. I need to call a squad to come investigate the death of Senator…that guy. Please come with me to the lift.” Fox had already asked for Squad Gator when he cut the lights, and Sher said they were barely a minute out so he wasn’t concerned with closing the club down or any other procedures to secure the scene.

The two nodded looking vaguely wrong colored for their perspective races, but Fox generally wasn’t concerned with the health of natborns as a rule.

But he knew he had Back-up on them both so he could take the walk to the lifts to make sure they kept their filthy lying mouths shut about what happened right before the other senator was “assassinated”.

Fox ignored Vos and walked his two charges back the way they came only an hour ago.

His horrible day was already looking up.

--

Vos did find him later, much to his pleasure.

The kriffer somehow managed to scale several floors to duck into Fox’s office via window with a well-practiced tuck and roll. Hot.

“Fast thinking back there, Commander Sexy.” Were the first words out of his mouth, the shabuir.

Fox just raised his eyebrows and smiled blandly, signing another form with a senator’s signature to approve a shipment of rations to the Guard.

Somehow not having a Jedi meant that Fox had to find other ways to get his Corries the supplies they needed. Easily doable when Fox had access to so many natborns who were very careless with their datawork.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, General.” Fox tapped his bare fingers along his repurposed desk, feelings of determination and desire for approval pinging in his brain.

(His kih’vode had found the desk for him while on patrol and fixed it up all nice and pretty. There were several spots all over it with nice memories, images, and feelings for Fox to invoke whenever he needed them.)

“I’ve been in my office all evening doing datawork.”

Vos laughed and flopped onto Fox’s beloved sentient eating couch, making a sinful groan of comfort and wiggling in to a more settled sprawl.

Fox licked his lips while Vos had his eyes closed.

Idly, he wondered what it would be like if he dragged Vos to the desk and rode him like an eopie, what kind of impression would that leave on the surface. Would Fox see bare expanses of brown skin? Would he feel the warmth of a body below his? The delicious fullness of being properly full?  

He licked his lips again, tongue slipping into his mouth just in time for Vos’ eyes to open lazily.

“I’m a Jedi, handsome. You might be able to fool the average natborn, but not a Jedi. Like I said the first time we met, a super nova hiding in the shadow of a large sun.” Vos drawled, stretching out not unlike a tooka before settling again.

“I see. Well I will neither confirm nor deny my involvement in whatever it is you may be asking about.” Fox grinned and laughed at the smoldering look Vos flicked at him.

“I don’t know if that makes you more or less attractive.” Vos grumbled and Fox giggled under his breath while signing an approval for the formation of a Massiff Squad. Hound would probably enjoy have a legal reason to bring his little herd of massiff puppies around the general public. Could be useful if trained the right way too.

“Mmm. Thank you for saving Kirk last Primeday.” Fox made sure to continue doing what he was doing even as he felt a pleased surprise start to invade his office. Stupid Jetii with their stupid Force osik.

“How are they doing? They were really upset when I dropped them off at the Guard Barracks.”

Fox smiled to himself.

“Better now. I had them reassigned to the prison and Stone is having a grand time with having a new protégé to follow him around like a quaduck. Kirk keeps pestering us when he’ll be able to thank you properly. It’s driving Spock nuts.”

Vos hummed happily and gave Fox a wide smile with closed eyes…and dimples?

“I’m glad he’s okay. Maybe I’ll swing by the prisons to check for myself, if that’s alright with you, Commander Competent.” Vos leered at Fox, but it was clearly done playfully and he couldn’t help but enjoy the twitch in his DC at the compliment. (A praise kink? Him? Who would have guessed.)

“If you can get in without any of my Guard seeing you then I don’t see a problem. More of a reason to assign them to awareness training. They need it.”

“Not everyone can be as vigilant as you, commander. Some of them like the little surprises in life.” Vos started to use his Force bathakark to float random detritus that Fox has hidden away like little treasures.

Luckily Back-up was always on his person and therefore immune to Vos’ Force shenanigans (allegedly).

Fox just enjoyed watching nimble fingers smoothly moving in the air as if Vos was playing some sort of keyed instrument. What else could he do with those fingers?

“Are you thinking dirty thoughts about me, Commander?”

“Maybe.” Fox purred, grinning when Vos faltered and dropped a flimsi weight on his head, turning to look at Fox with wide eyes. His pupils were so blown Fox could barely make out the pupil, and his qukuuf glittered beautifully in the office’s dim lightening.

It wasn’t new. Fox flirting with Vos, but he’s never been quite so forward about his sex related thoughts before. At least not with the topic of them. Thorn, if you listen to him, has heard too much about them.

Vos recovered admirably well, carefully lowering the rest of his toys and choosing to stare Fox down with his own dirty thoughts clear in the way Vos was looking at him.

Props to him, he stayed lounging on the couch, simply resituated to make it fairly obvious that his tight leggings were tenting.

Fox licked his lips.

A short growl came from Vos’ throat and he emphasized his growing problem with a thrust of his hips.

Yeah.

Fox wanted to equally bend Vos over his desk and ride him until he was incoherent.

But.

Just because Vos was being more open and friendlier with the vod’ike didn’t mean that Fox was ready to give in to his thoughts.

“And thank you for your assistance with my trooper in the club. It was unneeded but appreciated.”

In the span of a single snap, Vos’ stance went from horny and flirty to happy and jubilant, pants still obviously tented but easily ignored.

Interesting.

“Completely my pleasure, my darling Commander. The senator had it coming. Regardless of who was or wasn’t the one they were assaulting.”

Fox paused. Furrowed his brows. Cocked his head.

“Assaulting?”

Vos looked surprised.

“They kissed you without permission or consent. That’s assault.”

Fox pursed his lips and darted his gaze back to his datawork requesting more units for the security of the upcoming Senatorial Gala.

Units.

“Those laws don’t apply to us, General.”

Vos flinched as if he had been physically struck across the face.

“Clones are not considered sentient, more akin to blasters than the soldiers we actually are, at least in the eyes of the general public.”

“How the kriff aren’t you consider sentient? Every single one of you is so bright and vibrant and unique. You are obviously a People, connected by a shared culture and kriffing language! Who in the Force is denying you sentientship?”

Wow.

From horny to incensed with a single sentence. That had to be a first for Fox. In fact, the pleasant bulge in Vos’ pants had completely dissipated. A shame because Fox had enjoyed seeing a physical reaction of his flirting.

Pity.

Also.

Somehow, Vos managed to rocket his fuckability somehow even higher by getting so mad at imaginary beings calling Fox and his Vode non-sentient.

“You don’t pay very much attention to politics, do you, General Vos?” It was an honest question that somehow confused the haran out of the man on his couch. The confusion so thick it felt like Fox could take a decent bite out of it. (He wondered if it would taste good?)

“What does politics have to do with it?” Vos spat the word politics like it was a disgusting word and Fox had to laugh. Only he would somehow find the one Jedi who wasn’t up to date on the state of the Vode and their position as legal slaves. Even kriffing Guardian knew about it.

The poor Jedi was always so sad when Stone nonchalantly mentions their lack of sentiency. (Note to self: figure out what the kriff was going on with all that. Did Stone also have a crush/attraction to a Jedi? Could they BOND over this? Fox sure hoped so.)

“I suggest you look up the transcript of the Senate meeting that confirmed the existence of the GAR and the subsequent indoctrination of the Clones as their only troops save for a few natborns in positions of authority. If you really want a good read, look at the charter of regulations for clone troopers and the pyramid of authority.” Fox hummed, going back to his datawork as Vos started to understand the sheer gall of the Senators trying to pretend they’re better than slavers simply because they hide behind the question of if clones are considered sentient or not.

It’s not slavery if the beings in question aren’t beings.

Fox always liked to compare them to chattel. Born and bred to fight and die in a war they had no stakes in. It’s not like the Republic ever said the Vode would get their personhood at the end of the war. Not like the Separatists said they’d grant rights to cloned peoples if they won either.

Fox honestly didn’t give a kark who won the war. He just cared that his vode lived.

Vos nodded dully, flicking out his comm to send a message to someone about something before clearing his throat and refocusing on Fox.

“So how close am I to finally learning your name, Commander?” There was no quirky nickname this time. Pity.

“I guess you’ll just have to find out, General Vos.” Fox smiled at his companion before focusing more on his datawork and updated some of his Back-up as several Guard started to ping in updates from various patrols.

“I’ll just keep putting the work in. I don’t think I’ve been this curious about something in a long time, so you’re stuck with me, Commander.” Vos peeled off one of his gloves and rubbed his bare hand along the material, smiling to himself with every movement.

If it were Fox, he’d say the Jedi was seeing the memory of Thorn and Stone arguing over who needed to take Chief Dried Jogan Duty for the day and devolving into deciding via scuffle. (Stone won.) Or Kirk and Spock earnestly telling Fox about their new plan to help Stone quell riots via art therapy. Or maybe Fox himself working to some release after their last meeting.

The options were endless, but always positive. Negativity was not allowed on the Sentient-Eating Couch. Fox said so.

It was a nice way to pass the evening of a relatively horrible day.

He could get used to it.

[noyzinerd]

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod 😭 @raisesomehale tagged me for an excerpt-writing-thing! This is my first time getting tagged for this kind of thing, thanks so much! Excerpt from my WIP, Pseudology, where the boys have to face their inner demons in the forms of dark versions of each other. Enjoy!

"Don't tell me you're honestly surprised you're here." Nega-Derek sneered. "You always talk about how unfair it is to be dragged into all the shit that happens to you, about how you're always the first to be taken or hospitalized or the one to lose the most friends. Oh, boo-hoo. Always the victim, aren't you Stiles? Never stopping to wonder why so many things happen to you when you can never leave anything well enough alone. It's never your fault Scott follows all of your whims, right? That's on him for getting himself left out in the woods. You weren't the one who released the Nogitsune, so why would it be your fault poor Allison and all those people died? Letting the Nogitsune in had nothing to do with what happened, right?"

"Please…" The 'don't' died on his lips as the thing circled around Stiles, those colorless eyes piercing deeply into his own.

The spirit tutted in mock disappointment. "And what about me, Stiles? You've found a way to manipulate me into loving you just like you did Lydia. Now here I am, willing to die for you in your ridiculous ocean of lies and secrets. Are you going to get bored and leave me too? When is that trophy of catching the most sought-after specimen going to lose its charm and have you kicking me out on the street, broken and empty? Do I deserve it too, just like Lydia? She ignored you for years and used you to get at someone who hurt her. Apparently, that's all the reason in the world to get back at her, make her suffer for making you feel this way. She was your claim, your property, to treat however you wanted because her actions displeased you. It made you want to watch her cry. It made you want to insert yourself into her life and to make her yours even if you had to drag her in, kicking and screaming. Am I just another Lydia to you? Am I here because you like me or am I here for you to punish for bullying you? Is that what you want? To see me cry over you? Does it make you feel powerful having so much control over me? Does it flatter your ego to know that the big, bad, strong, former-Alpha Derek Hale, the Derek Hale, is so helpless to your charm that he can't even go a single day without thinking about you? Do you even know what I am to you?"

Stiles had nowhere else to back up. His feet were frozen. The words kept gnawing at his brain, twisting in his chest like a noose around his heart. Covering his ears hadn't helped. The sound of that too-familiar, but too-wrong voice was infesting his ears in a way that rang in his mind rather than his ears, starting inward and echoing out like the words were coming from his very soul. There was nothing he could say. He couldn't fight the words.

Especially since he knew they were all true.

"Ha! You don't even know!" Nega-Derek practically squealed delightedly. "Chatty Cathy Stiles suddenly with nothing to say. Well, isn't that just a rare sight! Finally ran out of bullshit to spew from that poisonous little goblin mouth, I see. That's fine. I have enough to talk about for the both of us," the thing chirped happily.

Sorry, I've never done this before so I'm terrible at tagging, especially since I don't know how many of you are actually writers. Also, am I supposed to just tag mutuals or just anyone? 😰I don't actually have a lot of mutuals, so I guess whoever else out there feels like writing, feel free to say I tagged you (no one's going to double check that shit 🤣). Literally no pressure tags: @cursedtruth, @gynnnicsworld, @grimmypuff, @haleshomeforthederanged, @princecharmingwinks, @raisesomehale

[korizzybee]

Hii i have a request for Grover underwood (he is my fav) and the request is basically him with a daughter of apollo. And they are sucha sunshine couple but the reader is definitely dramatic and after years of liking eachother they start to dance and yk kiss and confession. (Also maybe percabeth literally loosing their shit bc they already act like an couple bit they. are. not and mayyybeeeee the reader is mean to everyone but him?) oh and female reader please 😊😊 thank you so much i hope you have a great day❤️❤️❤️

“Ugh, Finally!”

Pairing: Grover Underwood x Black!fem!reader

Synopsis: after years of dancing around each other, they both finally gain the confidence to confess.

Warnings: none, y/n is daughter of Apollo, implied bisexual y/n, this takes place post-HoO

You have been at Camp Half-Blood for seven years now, but never in those seven years have you once gained the confidence to confess your feelings to your long-term crush, Grover Underwood.

It’s been a year since Gaea was defeated and summer was coming to an end. You’d be leaving for college in New Rome with Annabeth and Percy. You’d said your goodbyes to your siblings, a ton of them were crying and begging for you to stay just a while longer.

Will had to scold them for you, making you chuckle. Though, before you leave, Chiron decided to host a party in honor of the first demigods at Camp Half-Blood to be going to college in New Rome.

You were dressed in a long and elegant golden satin, your h/c curls pulled into a tight bun. Will was currently doing your make up, his focused face was just the most adorable thing to you. (Not that you’d ever admit it to him). “And done.” He said, putting everything away in your small make up bag.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N.” Annabeth said, she was getting herself ready in the Apollo Cabin. She wore a long dark red glittery dress and her black hair was done in goddess braids. “Thanks, Annabeth.” You said to your best friend. “Trying to look good for Grover I see.” She teased, making you roll your eyes at the girl.

“Whatever, shut up, I didn’t get all dressed up for him.” You said to her. Though, the thought of him seeing you in something like this made your heart race. “What about you getting all dressed up for Fish-for-Brains?” You teased, you watched her face flush slightly. You laughed at her reaction, shaking your head slightly.

The party was held by the lake, as you and Annabeth arrived there, the scenery left both of you breathless. The nymphs had done an amazing job at decorating and cooking. There were streamers and fairy lights shining soft colors hanging from around the nearby trees, a group of water nymphs were in charge of the music. And you saw Juniper handing out drinks to people.

You saw Percy talking with Connor Stoll. “Look,” you tapped Annabeth on her shoulder. “There’s Percy, let’s go over to him.” You said to the slightly shorter girl, pulling her softly by her arm. Connor noticed the two of you walking over and tapped Percy. As he turned around, the boy’s face went as red as Annabeth’s dress.

You gave Annabeth a smirk, even though they’d been dating for years, Percy still acted like a giddy middle schooler when it came to her. “Annabeth, hey, you uh- you look amazing.” Percy said, trying to find the words that best complimented the girl’s attire. “Thanks Percy, you look nice too.”

You went and stood beside Connor Stoll who gave you an amused smile. “You picked that dress out for her, didn’t you?” He asked you. “I did, Annabeth was never really the type of girl to be into all that glitz and glam. So, when she came to me asking for help, I decided to give it to her. Only, under the condition she’d help me with my senior portfolio.”

You said to the younger boy with a smile, crossing your arms over your chest. He let out a chuckle, “yep, that sounds like something you would do. Anyways, you have a good eye for fashion, you look nice.” He said to you. “Thanks, you do too, I suppose.” You said to him. “You wouldn’t have seen Grover around, have you?” You asked him.

Connor smirked at your question, which made you sigh in annoyance. “Don’t look at me like that, because I know exactly what you’re thinking.” You said to him. “Out of all the people here at camp, I never expected you to fall for someone like Grover. Not judging, but I always imagined you with someone like Clarisse or any Ares kid. Your personalities just match more.”

You pretended to gag. “Ew, what? Clarisse La Rue? There’s no way in hell I’d be caught dating that crazy girl. She’s too obsessed with pleasing her dad and being the best fighter at camp to understand how to love someone. Don’t get me wrong, she’s very attractive and I would date her, just under different circumstances.”

“When you say ‘different circumstances’ do you mean if you weren’t practically in love with Grover?” He asked you with teasing smile, nudging your arm slightly. You rolled your eyes at the shorter boy. “This right here is why you don’t have a girlfriend.” You said to him. “I’ll go find Grover on my own.” You said, walking away. “It’s not like you have a boyfriend or girlfriend either!” Conner Stoll yelled out to you as you widened the distance between you two.

You’d been searching for Grover for an hour now, and no one had seen him around. Sure, parties were never really his thing, but you thought if he wasn’t coming to see you, he’d at least come to see his best friends, Percy and Annabeth. You were starting to give up hope on seeing him at all tonight.

You walked through a secluded part of the forest, softly humming to yourself, now holding your heels in your hands. You’d never been a nature person until Grover, at first you only pretended to be interested in it to have something in common with him. Over time though, you started to genuinely enjoy it yourself, often walking through this part of camp to clear your mind when stressed.

You caught a soft light in the corner of your eyes and decided to walk towards it. Your footsteps quiet as you went to inspect whatever it was. Your eyes widened as you saw Grover sitting on a log, a small lamp beside him. You forgot satyrs tended to have great hearing as Grover turned around to face you. “Y/N?” He said.

“Grover…hey.” You said quietly, walking over and sitting next to him. “Hey.” He said back. He was wearing a dark green suit, his brown skin and dark curly hair glowed softly in the light. ‘So he was at the party, I must’ve just not noticed him then.’ You thought to yourself. “Why are you out here by yourself?” You asked the boy. He smiled at you.

“You know parties have never really been my thing, I mainly came because Percy asked me to.” He said truthfully. “Oh.” You said, a slight pang in your chest. ‘So he didn’t come to see me.’ “I also came to see you too.” He said, looking at you with his usual smile. “Oh.” You said once more, your cheeks slightly burning.

“Sorry, I had too overwhelmed with the setting before I could actually see you, so I came out here to calm down.” He said apologetically. “It’s okay, Grover, I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable there waiting on me anyways.” You told him. “Thanks.” He said. There were a couple beats of silence before Grover broke it.

“Sooo..college huh? And in New Rome as well.” Grover said, a bit awkwardly. “Yep, I’m also going to help Reyna find a new augur for Camp Jupiter since Octavian’s gone now.” You said, playing with your hands in your lap. “I guess while I’m gone, you’ll be bringing more kids into camp, right?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer.

He nodded. “Yea, I wish I could come with you, Percy, and Annabeth though.” You smiled and looked down at your hands. “I wish you could too. I mean, we’ve always just been a little group, the four of us. So now it feels weird not having you there with us.” You told him. “Yea, I feel the same way, it’s going to be weird not stopping you and Percy’s arguments anymore.”

“Y/N/Grover I-“ you both spoke at the same time, turning towards each other. “You can go first.” You both said in unison again. You then sighed in annoyance. “How about I go first?” You offered. Grover nodded in agreement. “We leave tomorrow morning and..I didn’t want to leave without telling you how I feel about you, Grover.” You said softly.

“Grover, I love you, I’ve liked you ever since you helped me with my chores in the strawberry fields. You’re also kindhearted and easy to talk to, I feel like I don’t have to have a constant wall up around you, guarding my feelings.” You told him. You felt his hand touch yours.

“I like you too, Y/N, ever since I saw you stand up to Ares alongside Percy.” He said with a smile. “You’re so much more different than me, yet it feels so right to be with you. Your fiery personality and your passion for being a great fighter are what makes you, you, and I love it. I’m glad to have been by your side these past seven years.” He told you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t with you during the party.”

You turned your head towards the lights in the distance, you still hear the faint music from it. You stood up and brushed off your dress, holding your hand out for him. “Well, we don’t need to be at a big celebration party with all the other campers. We can have one right here, just you and me.” You said as he grabbed your hand and you helped him up.

Grover placed his hands on your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You both swayed slowly to the faint music in the background. “Does this make us boyfriend and girlfriend now?” He asked you. You laughed softly as his question and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Yes, Grover, yes it does.”

Your moment was cut short by a certain black haired girl and blonde boy standing by the trees. “Ugh, finally!” Annabeth said as Percy chuckled at her side, a hand on her shoulder. “Go away you guys!” You yelled at them, Grover laughed, feeling slightly embarrassed.

[reydeyflummyx759z]

A Sneezy Bar Dream

Hoo, boy... Here's a dream I had last night.

Man, I've had lots of dreams about sneezy ladies, but this one? Worth mentioning here.

I was at the bar by myself, and a lady with an eyepatch was serving me a free margarita. I start drinking the citrusy margarita when suddenly, I see that the bartender has a long, perky nose with teardrop nostrils that took up almost all of her nose. A hell of a nose, especially when adorned with a septum piercing. As in, if you looked at her from below, you'd see how freaking huge they were. She looked like a mixture between White and Middle Eastern.

Even her breasts were huge, but that's not the point...

I thought nothing about it and started looking at the television, which was a basketball game. Ten minutes into being at the bar, the bartender's nose starts twitching. She did nose wriggles, nose pinching, and nose rubbing—in a sanitary way, of course. The thing wasn't just how long and expressive her nostrils were, but how she was extremely vocal about her allergies.

And I mean, so vocal about her allergies that you couldn't ignore it.

"Just one more minute and I'll start sneezing like a fuckin' maniac!" My sneeze-loving self thought her proclamation was all but bold to make. It was then that I took a deeper look at the bartender. She wore a black tuxedo with a blue plaid tie. She had her long black hair in a high ponytail, and she even had a long side fringe covering the eyepatch. The eyepatch was a sparkly blue underneath, which I thought was adorable. Her right eye was a bright hazel that looked like a tiger gem, which made her look like an exotic creature. Her name?

Imogen.

Fuckin' Imogen.

That was a name for one of my OCs, so the fact I came across a beauty with the name was already kind of hot. If her name was "Soura," "Kazumi," or God forbid, "Caoimhe," I would've bolted out of the bar right then and there. The fact this woman asserted herself as an Alpha Woman was already enough for me. The way she was talking didn't help matters either. Her nostrils then widened, and that was when I knew she was going to sneeze. Cue Imogen taking an order for an old white gentleman, who had on a St. Louis Blues shirt and a torn-up 1980s St. Louis Rams jacket. He smelled dirty, but who was I to comment on that?

But yes, back to the tall and sexy Imogen.

Imogen was taking an order for the man when she loudly proclaimed, "I'm gonna sneeze!" She turned to the side, took three hitchy breaths, and let out what I interpreted as a Dad's sneeze. "HUHH'RASSSHHH-HOOO!" The "HOO!" part was high-pitched and shrill, almost like Jesus H. Christ needed to hear this goddess sneeze. Under normal circumstances, her bold and rambunctious sneeze would've made me bolt right then and there. But this woman? I felt entranced by her.

Cue her boss saying "Bless you, for the umpteenth time..." The boss was a muscular man who sounded Baltic or Scandinavian (His name was Rasmus from the nametag). One part of my mind went, "poor dude's gotta endure her sneezing for 12 hours." On the other hand, I wondered if Imogen was into girls.

"Why, thank you, Razzie~" Her accent sounded Middle-Eastern, but not enough to where you'd comment on it. Even the way she said it was sexier than how I'd imagine anyone that bold to announce their sneezes... and this is coming from someone into sneezing ladies. "Wait... holy shit... HAAAAAASHHH-HIIIEW!" Goddamn it, Imogen... Now, bound by fate's string, I was forced to drink the margarita and hear the woman's outbursts.

Then, my bold self asked Imogen, "Are you okay?"

Turning to me, with the toothiest grin, the woman sniffed the air like a dog processing her surroundings. Her nostrils widened at this intake of air. "Ah, don't worry about me, luv. It's just these fuckin' allergies."

So I knew: she was going to sneeze again.

From the time I thought this to the time I looked at the time, realizing I might've overstayed my welcome, Imogen grabbed a plaid handkerchief, hovering it over her long, twitching nose. "Uhh... huh-huh-huh-hhhHHASSSSHHHHH-HHHIEWWW!! Huhhh.... RRRRESCHHH-HHHOOOO!! HASHHHHOOOOO!!!" And then...

"If you sneeze one more time, everyone is getting free drinks!" A customer proclaimed.

"T-that's dot how ihh... oh bugger, I--hih-HIHH!! HIIIISHHHIEWWW! HEEESCHHHOOOO! ASSSHHHOOOO! ASHHHHOOO! AAh'HASCHHHH-IIIIEW!!" Her nose did a wiggle, and she muffled a sneeze "HRRSCHHHmmmph-FHEW!" Needless to say, I had to steel myself to keep from looking at her.

Everyone cheered, knowing that every drink they were going to get was free. The lady's nose proclaimed it. I pretended to watch the game.

So she sauntered over to me! ME!

"Want another drink, luv?" Clearly, she thought I was the prettiest one in the bar, as she attempted to hit on me multiple times, only for me to say something along the lines of "sorry, I gotta work tomorrow."

And then... It was almost like her nose was begging for yet another release and teasing me. At that moment, all of her attention was on me. With the sweetest doe eyes she could muster, Imogen gave me a free water. Seconds later, "Whoo, shit, I'm gonna have to sneeze my way outta this... two more minutes and I'll sneeze my ass outta here!" The time was 11:58 PM. From that, I knew Imogen's shift was about to end. Then...

The sneezy dam broke...

"huhh-HASHHHIEW! HAhh'ITSCHHHOOO! HAIIISHHH-HOOO! ESCHhhh'HIIIEWW! Huhh... HUUURRRASHHHH'HOOO! HASHHHOOO! EASHHHH'OO! Huh-huh-HRASCHHHHIIIEWWW!!!" At that point, I realized the time, and Imogen blows her nose... hard.

Three minutes later, a blue card is slid my way. It was Imogen's phone number on the card.

"Call me~" She smiled...

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And that was the end of my dream.

[potatoqueensays]

May I humbly request you elaboraremos om the Bill = Ford in your reverse falls? I am deeply interested 👀

WOHOHOHOH YES!!!! YOU SHALL!!

Thank you for your interest!!!

This makes me super excited to talk about, tbh he deserves his own post anyway!! Cause hoo boy there's a lot to unpack!! Forgive me for all the words, takes a lot to get to the main stuff.

Also thank you to @danklemckspankle for helping with a lot of the details. It's a collaborative project 💪

Let's get into it, shall we??

So! Ford in this au didn't get his science fair project wrecked by Stanley. Now Stan did drop it, but funny enough, to Stan's hopes it did work. Now that might sound like a copout, but it actually is a very damning event for Ford.

Ford gets the scholarship, and goes to West Coast Tech. He thrives, but amongst all these other geniuses he's just another face in the crowd. Now he's busy at school, but he doesn't get the research grant for Gravity Falls because he's just another smart guy.

He returns home after college and his father is expecting him to have millions and already have a job and a bunch of money. But Ford tells him that he's looking into it and doesn't have anything yet. He needs to stay at home until he can get an opportunity, but his father doesn't take too kindly to that. He kicks Ford out. Unknown to Ford, Stan isn't waiting at home due to also being kicked out. So Ford thinks his whole family abandoned him. He thinks Stan is out adventuring the world. So he's all alone without a place to stay.

Ford has already heard of Gravity Falls, even going as far to write a thesis on the weirdness of the town. But it wasn't what the college wanted, and they even went as far as to reject the thesis and the request for a research grant. So now Ford is stuck.

He does odd jobs around the states and winds up in Gravity Falls. One of those jobs landed him a place in the town. Now he hasn't commissioned Boyish (not yet Manly) Dan to make the shack yet, so he couch surfs. He does research on the side for Gravity Falls, eventually finding a cave painting of a weird zodiac and a triangle.

He summons Bill, and they make a deal for Ford to make a portal for him. Ford requests that he has a partner in knowledge and power in return. They shake on it. You need to understand that Bill isn't yet all sad boy in this as he is in the original au, cause it'd be a bit hard to change an integral part of him. Just bear with me for now!

Now Ford isn't well acquainted on the engineering side of things, so he's in a bit of a pickle.

But!! Lucky for Ford, there's a southern hick a couple states away that matches his smarts! A scientist named Fiddleford McGucket made a personal computer that while expensive, Ford managed to get his hands on! This guy seems promising, so Ford reaches out to him with a request and shares his thesis on Gravity Falls to hopefully drag him in.

McGucket loves it! So they agree to work in Gravity Falls together and they build the portal.

On the side however, Ford is talking with Bill. He fills his head with dreams and visions of acknowledgement. It's everything he's needed and more. It kinda goes to his head as he ignores personal needs like eating in return for the dreams. The dapper dorito eats up the seeming gullibility of the scientist. Inflating his ego to the damn heavens at this point.

Ford and McGucket have been arguing on the side as the research gets back seated. After a test with the portal, McGucket falls in and sees what's on the other side. He tells Ford something is wrong with the project and goes radio silent for a couple weeks before returning back in hopes of convincing Ford the dangers and hoping to see it through.

At this point it's important to note the Gremloblin incident didn't happen so the memory gun has not been made. Despite McGucket's hopes the portal is almost finished at this point and it seems like it's all Ford cares about.

Eventually an altercation arises as McGucket realizes Ford is not stopping. He tries to tell Ford of the danger and what he saw. He says he misses time with his family and wants to go home. Nothing is right anymore and he's being plagued daily with nightmares and declining mental health.

Ford is fed up at this point. He comes to a realization, that everyone has only ever told him what he can and can't do. This is his one shot, a chance to make everyone see. Everyone see him.

He pushes McGucket into the portal.

Oopsies. That's a problem!! Welp. He has no assistant now. Now granted, Bill is real happy for interruption being gone, but good ol' Sixer doesn't work with engineering. Someone else has to step in!

So Bill gets on his case now. Even tho McGucket has been dealt with, the portal isn't finished! So he threatens him, simple threats really. Stealing eyes, puncturing holes in a lung, just basic stuff.

Suffice to say Ford isn't happy about this. He's being rushed, and he already had a hell of a reawakening. So he starts to get back at Bill for his harping. Using his power to harness the portal. Experiments to see how he interacts with the world, testing the limits of Bill's body. All under the guise of research. On a...base level of course! All research is important, but Bill has become an obstacle on his own.

Bill was never his muse, just....a means to an end.

So Ford calls Stanley. Of course he doesn't forgive him for not asking about him, but that doesn't matter now. There's more important things to tend to. His brother has actually ended up making money, if the number of commercials he's seen on the television says anything.

He keeps Stanley at arms length, never actually letting him see the portal. Vague explanations of an important project, he just needs Stan's funding and some parts, he can handle the heavy lifting. Lest someone meddle into his work again

He has another side project on his mind, a little bunker somewhere in the woods of the town. In case of a cataclysmic event, or man eating creatures. Do he gets Stanley to help build it for him. Floor planning, parts, doors, tech and all that.

The interactions between them are kept to a minimum, to keep from bothersome questions and meddling. Eventually Stan has enough from the cold treatment and backs out, saying he's got better things to tend to. (In a future post I'll probably elaborate more on Stan :] )

So Stanley leaves. Keep in mind it's the 90s now, and even if technology improves, this isn't a one man job. No matter how much Bill likes to say he's support. You could say Ford is more focused on the portal than Bill, who had the idea in the first place! But whatever, it'll all be worth it once it's done.

He figures maybe he could do this alone, the last two people turned out to be hindrances, so maybe for a year or two he could try his luck.

Of course he gets side tracked with messing with Bill, with his harping on the portal growing less and less. He even....starts to slowly change color? Growing less yellow and more dull. That's something to research more! His research is definitely not humane, but Bill isn't human! He's a triangle! So what does it matter? This won't have repercussions!!

When Bill possesses his body from time to time, he tries to mess with him, but it weirdly doesn't deter Ford, only spurs him forward. Anything to test the limits of Bill. For science!

The couple years of working alone don't prove at all very helpful. Unfortunately, it looks to be like he needs a new assistant and he needs to get back on track. That bunker won't make itself!

So he calls someone new. The last two people proved to only be hindrances, and he actually went easy on Stanley all things considered. But he needs to be more hands on!

So he calls a lady who just moved to Gravity Falls with her husband, someone unaccustomed and unbiased. A one, Mrs. Gleeful.

She is decent enough as an assistant, proving actual decent company. Being that she doesn't question the work or interrupt. She does what is asked, serving coffee if needed, or getting spare parts.

It lasts up until late 2003, where she reveals she's having a child with her husband. She needs maternity leave, but she claims it won't interfere! So long as she swears.

She has her child the next year, but something changes. A couple months after, she makes the same claims of her family needing her. Claiming they're more important than the project.

This doesn't go on well. A spark goes off in Ford's brain. The last time this was brought up it didn't go well. So he digs up old blueprints, something he was working on when McGucket was around.

He erases parts of her memory when he calls her back. Her thoughts of her family are gone, they don't exist in her brain anymore. He tells her they're roommates working on a project, and convinces her to stay.

If she questions him or asks about her family he erases her memories again, and again, and again.

This goes on for a year, and eventually her mind turns to mush. Leaving her a crazed shaky husk of a sensible woman. She is too crazed to work with anymore, so he kind of sets her free like an animal. Throwing her into the woods for whatever creature out there.

Word reaches round of a missing woman relating to a researcher. This naturally reaches Stanley's ears for his penchant for gossip. He tries not to assume the worst and visits Ford.

Ford is so sucked into his work, solidifying his previous belief of doing work on his own. The portal is just one move away from opening, Bill has shut up, and no one is in his way.

Until Stanley. He visits, and sees the man Ford has turned into, and all hope he ever had is gone. He decides to needs to do something about this, stop whatever his twin is up to.

He leads him to the bunker to talk. But when his fears are confirmed true, he punches him. Brass knuckles reluctantly worn. The altercation results in cracked glasses and shards of glass cutting an eye, Ford goes blind in his left eye.

With the man injured, Stanley leaves the bunker and closes it, locking his brother in. No amount of begging or yelling will get Stan to open the door.

During the time he was alone, Ford had a creature in the bunker to study. It was thought to be too dangerous, but that same claim doesn't hold up anymore.

He still has the contract with Bill. So the two are trapped with Ford. The only ones to talk to for 7-8 years. He pushes his anger onto Bill, and talks to the Shapeshifter in spare time. The only beings to talk to for so long does things to your brain. Not good.

So when eventually two young kids open the bunker, he has some plans to set in motion, particularly considering a certain triangle.

So!!! That's the overall idea, ofc to elaborate on more when I talk about the mystery twins and Stan since that could tie more things in. And also weirdmageddon (normageddon? Fordmageddon?) would have to be it's own thing.

But uhhh, art!!

This was a little idea of what Ford would look like post bunker, or after getting out. (Ignore the lack of sideburns this is all I have rn)

Bill changes his name shortly before the mystery twins summon him, cause like. Oof. Separate himself from the guy that outcrazied him!!

Probably a future post about Bill would be better, cause like the physical, emotional, and mental torture he went through is kinda glossed through in this. It's mostly Ford heavy and on his side of things.

But!!! I had fun establishing all this, again my friend is to thank for a lot of this stuff. I recommend following or sending an ask to get his side of this!!

Also apologies for the wall of text, this man is a loaded gun.

Oh also he couldn't have gotten out of the bunker since it remained semi unfinished, since Ford focused more on the portal. So he's trapped until into the bunker 🤷‍♀️

Thank to again for the ask, this was probably a doozy to get through lmao 🫶

[the-s1lly-corner]

hi !!! whenever you have the time,could you write some eyeless jack fluff where him and the reader are cuddling, and they just start telling him how much they care about him?

i have the idea in my head of jack laying on the readers chest, both of them almost asleep, and reader just very quietly starts whispering how happy he makes them, that they're so lucky to have him, etc :) all good if you don't feel like it !!! thank you so much, i really enjoy reading & re-reading your works :))

Reader telling Eyeless Jack that they love him!

Written on mobile, and until things warm up in my house I'll probably be writing everything on mobile since I cant bring my computer into bed with me <\3

First of all before we get into thing let it be known that Jack's hair is soft and fluffy, as least in my head

Run your fingers through his hair while he has his head on your lap; its not often when he does lay down on you but when he does.. hoo boy its sweet

I think he'd be very quiet while you told him everything; about how much you love him and care about him

I know it's not the big open reaction a lot of you may be expecting, but jack is generally a quiet and non-expressive person

But while he may not be outwardly reacting just know inside a lot of stuff going on

Oddly enough, it also stresses him out just a bit

Out of all people why him? Why did you pick him? You deserve better than he could ever give you, at least in his opinion

Likely just lets you keep talking, doesnt say a word I think until you've said all you wanted

Hes

Very bad with words, too, as blunt as the asshole can be sometimes; but I think the next day he'd try to do something for you... probably gives you flowers and cool rocks hes found

[queenofbaws]

for ur stockpile!! gonna be predictable n ask for a lil scream somethin :]

"I'm gonna ask you a question. And you're not going to like it - "

"Hoo boy," Tara said, widening her eyes at her own reflection before switching her phone off and setting it down. She had a sense this one was going to take most of her attention, if not all.

Amber's hypotheticals were like that.

" - you're not going to like it," she repeated, taking said phone off of Tara's lap and flipping it over her shoulder to land...God, somewhere soft, she hoped, "but I need you to answer anyway."

She leaned over on the couch, glancing around her to check on her phone. In the blanket nest, thank Christ. "...okay."

"Ah, ah, ah," Amber admonished, poking a single finger into Tara's cheek until she had no choice but to meet her eyes again. "Eyes on the prize."

Okay, that got her. Snorting a laugh, Tara let herself be turned, but threw her eyebrows up as high as they went to show how very, very little she appreciated it. "And you're the prize, huh? Any chance I could get my quarter back from that claw machine?"

"How would you murder me? If you had to."

Aaand that...got her less. Her laughter tapered off into an anxious exhale as she suddenly felt the weight of Amber's eyes, the unexpected gravity of her gaze. The living room had never felt so silent - and, on her own as often as she was, Tara knew silence.

"Murder you," she said again, hoping she'd misunderstood somehow. "Not just kill, but murder. Like. With intention. Premeditation. How would I purposely end your life, is that seriously what you're asking me?"

Amber's smile didn't change. "If you had to."

"If I had to."

"That's...what I just said, yeah."

"Okay, but," she nudged Amber's hand away, that finger in her cheek feeling awfully stabby, all considering, "why would I have to kill you? What's the context?"

Like a ragdoll, she went limp and floppy, collapsing back onto the couch with her legs across Tara's lap. With the sort of groan usually reserved for long-running soap operas and short-running dating shows, she whined, "Why are you like this?" before sighing, lifting her hands into the air to gesticulate. "Okay. For the sake of this hypothetical."

"Uh huh," she nodded, getting a brief taste of revenge by poking her own finger right into the arch of Amber's foot, making her squirm and recoil.

"Let's say...I've lost my mind."

"Not seeing what's so hypothetical about that, but..."

"Let's further say," she continued, nudging Tara's hand away with her toes, "that it's a kill-or-be-killed kind of deal. There can only be one."

"I don't know if I'm cut out for being the Highlander, honestly..."

"You're not. That's why this is a hypothetical. So there's your context: I've given up the very last vestiges of humanity and thrown my compassion by the wayside, I've decided you've gotta go, and your only chance to make it out of this temper tantrum alive is to stop me where I stand." As if hoping to take her by surprise, she sat up again, the couch cushions all but melting under her weight to leave little more than a hair's width of space between them. "How do you do it? How do you kill a killer, killer?"

For a beat, she let the moment sizzle, knowing there wasn't much Amber enjoyed more than a dramatic pause, but when she felt it'd sat long enough, she smiled and did her very best to ruin her fun - as always. "I'm assuming 'with kindness' isn't an acceptable answer?"

"That's it," Amber said, grabbing one of the decorative throw pillows and pretending to push it over her face, "you've gone and done it. You've triggered the snap, and the hypothetical has become thetical."

"Not a word."

"Shut up, smothered people can't talk." She leaned in closer, pretending to put more of her weight into the act, and all the while sighed, "We could've avoided this. You could've just killed me, and none of this would've - "

Moving quickly, Tara sprung her trap, poking the tv remote - hard - into Amber's stomach as she mimed her little suffocation routine. "I'd wait until you were distracted and monologuing," she said with a sly smirk of her own, defiantly meeting Amber's gaze when she dropped the pillow, "then I'd just...absolutely wreck you."

The living room was quiet again as Amber looked down at the remote pressing into her stomach. Her eyes narrowed a fraction of a fraction of an inch, as if thinking, imagining...and then her eyes found Tara's, and her grin couldn't've been more pointed if she'd put her mind to it.

"Atta girl."

[pocketmania]

Yoo-hoo! I've read a few of your ENA drabbles and can safely admit I love your writing! Do you think you can write a mini story of Sal Fisher(Sally Face) with a female s/o kinda like Uzi? Rebellious angsty teen w/ cool ass powers! Please and thank you :) 💜

Oooo, hellooo nazuna! Thank you so much for enjoying my writing, I truly truly truly appreciate it <3

Also AAAAAA YES a sally face request!✨️ I was honestly dying to write about SF, so this request was a miracle lol

Also also sorry for the bit of the wait!

Also also ALSO I know this may seem a but shirt, but I started doing another new formatting so the spacing isn't as big, so that's why

Now onto the thingy

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(🎮👻👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨☁️) - sally face oneshot

(reader type) - feminine / AFAB

(‼️warnings) - mentions of the dead

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"Watch out!"

Just as Sal opened the door to your room, a bolt of purple energy went zooming in his direction. He yelped and ducked as it went out the door. He quickly shut it before it could come back inside. He set his guitar down at the door.

"Sorry!" You apologized as you gave a small wave. Even if you couldn't see his mouth, you could tell he was smiling. Maybe it was the eyes. He came over and gave you a side-hug, noggin-to-noggin. "It's alright, (N/N)."

You giggled and put your hands in the pockets of your hoodie. It was always nice to have Sal around. However, you were currently trying to practice having "magical powers" or whatever and would prefer not to accidentally blow your boyfriend's head off.

Sally pulled away, gestured to your glowing hand, and asked, "What're you trying to do?" You looked up at him and shrugged. "Anything! As long as I know what I'm doing by the end of it."

Sal sat down on the edge of your bed as he nodded his head. "What have you figured out so far?" You sat down next to him and formed another ball of purple energy, concentrating on it so it didn't fly out of your hand again. It floated over to a bottle on your table and began to pick it up. He nodded and hummed in response. "Hm.. I see." You stopped concentrating and let it fizz out and drop the bottle. "Is that all?"

"Well," you began, getting ready to do it again. "There's that.. and this." Just as you finished, you held your breath while generating yet another ball of energy. This time, instead of acting like a telekinetic force, it exploded. It was almost blinding. Your room seemed to burst with white coloring everywhere. You could only see the silhouettes of the items in your room.

But something different happened, unlike the other times. As the ball busted, you saw a flash of a person in the corner of your room. You stopped and took a moment to collect yourself. You looked to Sal, who was as distraught as you.

'You saw that too, right?' You pointed to say.

'Oh, I definitely did.' He pointed and nodded back.

Still at a loss for words, you both got up to the specific corner with the Super-Gear-Boy. Unfortunately, the person you saw must've left the room because the Gear Boy wasn't picking anything up. But that was impossible; you SWORE you saw something, someone. And with how paranormal Addison Apartments was, you knew to trust your guts.

Sal looked to you, smiling with his eyes once again. "Well, little-miss-gear-boy, we should run all of that stuff over to Todd when he gets done with tutoring to see if that can help with ghost-hunting." You shoved him at the name and smiled back at him.

"Bite me!" You exclaimed. You ruffled his hair and laughed with him. You two sat back down and shared a nice, calm, moment talking about your ability. However, the nice moment was interrupted by your dad's yell, coming from the kitchen.

"What happened to the kitchen window?!"

"Shit."

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