#hoped it wouldn't get as bad as is but it is and still is

[littleapplle]

bad dog!

mating season's part two. not necessary but read it for more context. nsfw. 4.1k w.

cw.: hybrid!caleb, fem!reader, masturbation, dry humping, caleb is pathetic and anxious asf, a lot of spit, handjob, cunnilingus (sigh...), p in v, big d caleb, knotting, breeding kink, pregnancy kink (sorryy..), caleb is PATHETIC (again), biting and lwk marking kink, doggy style, mating press, squirting.

note: ah!! its finally out! to everyone who liked and asked for a part two of mating season, im sorry! i took so long to start and finish this. i hope i can keep up with the expectations and that this is just as enjoyable as part one.

“bad dog!”

Is what caleb's got most used to hearing in the past few days.

“caleb, do you know where my white bra is- hey, what are you hiding in there? bad dog!”

“caleb! stop going through the dirty laundry basket! bad dog!”

“caleb, why are there holes in my black panties? oh my god did you chew them again?- ugh! bad dog!”

the first few times, he'd whine in guilt and shame, give you his best puppy eyes and maybe, just maybe, get away with it. but now? you're afraid he's getting bolder, that your punishments – denying him his weekly spoon of peanut butter and his blueberry bites – aren't being enough to keep him on his tracks. 

and what's the solution for a puppy with bad manners? a trainer, of course! you've searched everywhere online for a hybrid trainer close to your apartment and nothing was worth wasting time on. most of them were men, which you knew wouldn't end well.

puppy!caleb is friendly, a sweetheart around you. he lies on his back and whines for belly rubs and when you scratch a particular spot on his side, his leg twitches a little. your sweet pup is lovely but you know him well enough to know it's better to avoid interactions with other men.

it's not personal! he isn't scared of them or anything. he just doesn't like them around you:( so why would you bring a stranger to your shared apartment to not only try and order him around but also infect the air, which usually smells like you, with their yucky scent? that's a nono!! caleb is a good pup but his teeth are still huge and sharp!!!

with no other options left, you return to scolding caleb almost daily for his misbehavior.  sure, you’re letting him get away with it sometimes and maybe you're too soft on him but you're trying!

his behavior worsens with time. it's been a little more than a  week since the incident you'd rather not mention. caleb barks when you get home, showing his teeth to the world once his nose sniffs a different scent in your clothes. caleb growls and both of you play tug of war with your clothes every morning. caleb hides stuff around the apartment and you're running out of undies.

he's clingy. you love him but he's constantly clinging to you, sniffing every inch of your skin when he thinks you're not looking. When you sit down on the couch to work, laptop resting on top of your thighs, he lies down on the floor, waiting for you to invite him to sit beside you and take a nap while you write reports, and when you don't? his sharp teeth nip at the ticklish skin of your foot. bad dog!

to his dismay, you still have a job and need to go out by the morning and spend the whole day out. the baby teethers you bought for him aren’t helping to keep his teeth and mind busy anymore and caleb is starting to destroy the shit out of your apartment. you’ve found bite marks everywhere this past week. your mascara? bitten. the corner of your bedside table? destroyed. the cute and pink silicone spatula in your kitchen? disintegrated.

ok, sure, it’s kind of your fault for not educating him properly but how could you? poor boy gets anxious when you’re not around and his gums are itchy! he’s innocent! 

so, to help with said problem, you bought him a friend! a fluffy, cute, white bunny plushie with the cutest light pink heart for a nose. but that alone was too tedious for your bored pup! to prevent him from absolutely destroying the plushie, you spray some of your perfume in its fluffy body. the cologne he whines and buries his face in your neck when you wear, the one that made you put a lock on the cabinet under your bathroom sink because he kept spraying it in the air when you weren’t home.

great idea! he loves it. a bit too much maybe, but it’s a win. 

“i’m leaving, caleb! leftovers are in the fridge. yes, i love you, yes, i have to go, no i can’t call in sick.”

you announce loudly from the front door before shutting it close, a tactic you quickly learned. you sneak to the front door quietly, tell him that you’re out and boom. door locked. sometimes you can hear him whine and paw at the knob and it breaks your heart but your boss will chop your head off if you arrive late one more time this month. you try to make your goodbye as painless as possible for him, like removing a bandaid with a single, quick pull so he doesn’t have the time to process the sting.

the clock hits 11:00, it’s been an hour since you left. caleb is miserably sprawled on the couch, he tries to focus his eyes on the show playing on the tv but his purple orbs stare at the clock more times than he can count.

it’s 18:00 by the time he gets frustrated and decides he’ll take a nap in your bed. everything on the tv is too boring if you’re not there to watch it with him, he doesn’t want to eat if you’re not there to treat him with dessert- oh, he misses you dearly.

opening the door of your room, he sighs like a wife that has been waiting six months for her husband, who left to save their country, to answer her last letter, whining dramatically at the hopeful thought you’d magically come home earlier. the mattress sinks down with his weight, curling under your weighted blanket like a puppy.

and that’s when he sees it.

his new little friend, with a light orange bow tied around its neck, sitting beside his head on the pillows. you’ve definitely sprayed your perfume on it this morning, the scent is still too fresh, he notes. 

he yanks it closer quickly, big hand and fingers gripping the fabric with force as he buries it in his face. comfort immediately runs through his veins, filling his bored brain with a sense of calmness. his fluffy ears twitch, glueing to the sides of his head pitifully and there’s a barely visible tail wagging slowly under the thick blanket.

caleb takes a whiff, a second one, a third one, and his eyes start to water. this is inhumane! he cherishes your gift dearly but now the scent just makes him miss you even more. rubbing his face closer to the plushie’s tummy, his canine teeth sink on the fabric as gently as he can, trying not to damage the toy you gifted him with so much love.

his little puppy heart shatters. if you were by his side right now, you’d pet his ears, pinch his cheek just enough to make his canines visible and giggle at him and it’d make him feel better! 

his hips buckle against the mattress as he squirms around the bed sadly and a shiver runs up his spine, making the fur on his tail stand up. caleb has been so pent up since he pressed you to the floor and had his way around you, his cock is always sensitive, the scratches you give behind his ear make his lower stomach tighten with arousal and his pupils are always blown.

gross stuff is a nono in your bed but his hands paw at his hardening cock through his boxers anyway. It’s not in his hand he wants to come and the feeling of not having what he wants makes his chest heavy with frustration. With a hiss, his hand leaves his cock, like any touch burns and hurts him more than it helps. 

‘caleb- no. i need you to calm down before i give you the spoon. breathe.’ is what you tell him after lunch, when he gets to have some peanut butter. the situation is different, he feels like a bomb, ticking closer and closer to explosion but he obeys your voice in his head anyway, breathing nervously against the now covered in saliva bunny.

a long breath makes his eyes roll to the back of his skull as his hypersensitive nose catches a glimpse of the intoxicating, sweet smell of your cologne. 

and what happens next is not processed by his pathetic brain. the poor plushie is dragged down the blanket and pressed right to his crotch, its fur sticky with precum that seeped through his boxers. this is what you wanted when you gifted him this thing, huh? a ragdoll for him to fuck when you’re away? well it’s not enough!

his hips rut against the bead filled body with messy thrusts and more whines escape his lips. He can’t come. Not in this, not in his hand, his knot will take too long to go down and he’ll be sensitive, too sensitive. it has to be you. he wants you.

caleb is not there to see the clock tick 18:40, his ears don't help him this time, his nose is buried in your pillow too deeply to catch your slightly sweaty scent in the air and tell that you’re home. 

from the front door, you arch a brow as you kick your shoes off and place them on the shoe hack. the apartment is quiet, too quiet. caleb is like a child, you’ve noticed, if everything is too silent, something is wrong. 

“caleb? where are you, boy? have you eaten anything yet?” you call out, no one answers.

the door of your bedroom is ajar. is he sleeping? cute. you walk carefully to its direction, tiptoeing in hope to not wake him up. and once you peek inside, your smile falters.

“caleb! gross!”

the shriek makes him snap out of his drunk, dumbed down mind and his eyes almost pop out of his skull. his ears, once hidden on both sides of his head, stand on top of it, tense. “you-” he cries and sits up.

you don’t give time to finish his sentence, a frown blooming in your face as you cross your arms close to your chest by the door. 

“seriously caleb?! in my bed? i just changed the sheets this morning, for fuck’s sake-” and listen, he wants to apologize, feel guilty and pout but he can’t. he can hear your breath hitching, he loves when you come home with sweat clinging to your skin, fuck, you smell so good. he wants a taste. this time, he’ll get it.

this time, he begs. he crawls to the edge of your bed, tail wagging behind him mindlessly and the words that leave his mouth are pathetic.

“please- r’lly need your help! feels so hot- please i- i really need you! been waiting for so long, ah, please- i’m a good boy, kept my teeth to myself, promise. oh fuck.” your ears can barely catch up to everything he’s saying, his words are dragged, desperate, needy.

you really want to keep up with the ‘i’m mad at you’ act but you break. his whines go right to your core, arousal pooling on your underwear disgustingly fast. pinching your nose, you sigh, walking to his direction and sitting on the bed.

with the space between you two getting smaller, his tail wags faster, his pupils blown wide, shaky. your hand makes contact with his sweaty cheek and he is quick to lean in, shutting his eyes close and basking into your touch. “what’s wrong, pupp-” — “hot.” you can hear the distress in his voice. “it’s okay, i’m here now, aren’t i?” at the reassurance, you receive a lick in your hand as acknowledgement.

scooting closer, you cradle his face with both hands. there’s a bit of sweat clinging to his bangs , making them stick to his forehead, a bit of saliva is smeared on his lips and his brows are furrowed. “oh, my poor pup.” you coo in pity before pressing a kiss to his wet lips. he whines, kissing— well, licking your lips stupid—, you groan at the mess but doesn’t fight against it, you’ve been mean enough already.

while his clammy hands grip your shirt for a sense of grounding, yours scratch his chest in affection, tracing down to the happy trail that trailed up to his bellybutton. you’d love to take your time with him, let your mind settle, but knowing caleb, he’ll grow frustrated and bark weakly as a way to protest. so, in order to keep him quiet, your wandering hand pulls down his wet underwear, his cock standing proud against his stomach.

your eyes almost pop out their sockets once you peek down. he is big, much bigger than whatever the average is. his tip is an angry shade of red, beads of precum leaking down the shaft. the cool air makes it twitch. 

slowly, awkwardly, your hand wraps itself around it, working up and down. that makes him snap, breaking the kiss and throwing his head back with a loud whine. “‘s that good, pup?” he doesn’t answer, how could he? not when your thumb presses on his tip in a way it makes his thighs shake and his ears twitch with pleasure and he’s trying so hard not to come. 

your other hand leaves his face, going south to cup his balls gently. his jaw tightens. gross. you think with a smile but leans in anyway, kissing his adam’s apple as it bobs with his nervous gulps.

the stimulation is too much for him, making his brain go fuzzy. your lips now working on his shoulder blade, your hand gripping his length tightly, your other hand massaging his balls- “stop! argh- please, ‘m gonna cum! can’t cum. needa be inside you, please.” caleb squeals, both hands holding down your arms with force as his hips buckle in your hands.

so you do, you let go, just staring at him with big eyes as his chest goes up and down quickly and his face flushes with heat. once he settles from his high, caleb’s hands grip the hem of your shirt, taking it off quickly and messing your hair. “ow! caleb-” — “no.”

caleb has always been stronger than you, you lose against him when roughhousing, you give up on trying to save your clothes from his teeth because once something is in his grasp, you’re not getting it back. in a second, you’re under him, face shoved into one of your pillows while your ass, covered in the pretty, black skirt you left to work with is up in the air.

he doesn’t take the skirt off, too irritated to care about something so trivial. he takes a second to sniff your crotch, covered by a cute pair of wet lilac panties, before yanking the fabric down to your bent knees. you squeal against your pillow at the roughness and the quick, hot sniffs on your lips.

last week caleb discovered he loves the way you taste, he’d love to eat you out the whole night, starting now, but he just can’t take this long right now. his warm tongue laps at your arousal, lips wrapping themselves in your folds and sucking gently.

“c-caleb! fuck! good- good boy, keep going, baby.” muffled whines escape your lips and at the praise, caleb’s tail wags faster, tongue working around your clit, teasing it. he sees the way your knees fight to keep your ass up and not buckle weakly, that’s his sign to keep going. 

his free hands grip your ass, spreading it for more easy access. he trails kisses from your clit and up to your slit, continuing going up till he gets to your asshole, placing an open mouthed kiss to the hole. it twitches, your body shivering at the unexpected contact. you hit the pillow you’re currently biting in protest. “gross, caleb!”

it doesn’t take long for your moans to grow louder and your thighs, dripping with sweat, shake violently as he sucks on your clit harshly. “fu-ck! yes! good boy, caleb- mghhh- jus’ like, ah, that!” you moan, creaming on his mouth tiredly.

you curse his stamina, because once you think you’ll finally be able to catch your breath and rest, caleb’s already rutting against your wet folds and slapping his dick on your sensitive bundle of nerves. energetic mutt, you curse. he is not giving you a break.

“caleb.” you warn, trying to make your voice as steady as possible. “gimme a break and then we can conti- aaH! oh my god- fucking mutt!” you scream, cursing him for the pain between your legs as he buries himself inside you in a single thrust. his tip kissing your cervix and walls tightening around his length painfully. 

“s-sorry! o-oh fuck. fuck, y’er so tight- mgh-” 

and ohhhh fuck, he waited so long for this. you look so pretty from this angle, hair tangled and messy, face buried in a pillow, back and thighs sweaty while your knees can barely hold up your weight. he gulps down, trying not to piston his hips inside you just yet. 

he doesn’t give you much time to get comfortable before snapping his hips against your ass, the sound of skin against skin disgustingly lewd. his torso bends down to bury his face in your nape, breathing deeply in your hair once he does. “mine. oh- ahh- yes, mineminemine!” caleb whimpers, his eyes rolling back as you clench down around him, making his thrusts messier. 

as a response to pleasure, his fluffy ears twitch and drop to the back of his head once again. his tail doesn’t stop wagging ever, swishing behind him happily. the warmth in his stomach grows at the sound of your moans and screams, your curses only making him hornier.

you’re a meanie, you don’t let him chew on your shirts and get a whiff of your bras, you nag at him and hide the small container with blueberries that’s usually in the fridge when he does something wrong. and usually, he’d whine, eyes getting watery at the thought of you being mad at him, but now? he doesn’t even care! you look so pretty, you feel so good. his ears barely get a glimpse of you cursing all his next generations.

a shiver runs down your spine once he licks the back of your neck, sniffing it contently as his cock abuses your insides. you hate him, you fucking hate this mutt, he is disgusting and he does not obey and his cock drags along your walls so fucking nicely. his mushroom tip pokes your cervix roughly, making you stupidly drool in your sheets while your things dig on the bedding. 

“y’smell so good- y’er so tight- feel so- ngh- good! mine, right? don’t like other men around you! noooongh”  – “w-wait! caleb! aah!” something in his mind upsetted him because the way he thrusts into your cunt is inhumane, caleb’s bigger frame presses you down on the mattress, the hair of his happy trail tickling your lower back as his skin slaps on yours. 

you’re a mess, pussy drooling pathetically and stretched to her limit around him, juices spilling down your thighs and the mattress everytime he fucks his cock inside you. and when you’re sure you’re getting used to him, of fucking course caleb has to start talking again. “need to mark you, everyone need’ta know y’er mine, just mine. that’s my cock you’re clenching around. needa bite you, yeah.” 

and he keeps up with his words, his loving, ticklish licks to the back of your neck turning into a sharp pain. you scream, squirming under him and one of your hands tries to slap whatever bit of his skin you can reach but it’s worthless. once caleb sets his mind into something, you’re definitely not the one that’s able to stop him with physical force. with a hand tightly around your waist and the other keeping your neck in place, his canine teeth sink down on your nape, biting down just enough to make the skin irritated and leave a scar for a few weeks.

and when you feel like you’re getting closer, his hips stop, his cock slips out of you and a strangled whine leaves your wet lips as he manhandles you, flipping you on your back. “you!-” annoying! you’re so annoying! bad dog!, you want to shout. “s-sorry. need to see your face.” he hisses as his eyes wander down at your breasts. “you’re so pretty, ahhh, so pretty. have i ever told you that?- fuck, mine and so pretty- oh-” 

he doesn’t waste any time, his hands help your legs up his shoulders and he slips inside you again. his sunset colored eyes stare at his cock going in and out, in and out, in and out of you and he finally notices the creamy ring around the base of his length and smeared on your lips. it’s pinkish, he notes, probably from being too rough and not stretching you properly. he’ll say sorry later.

“you’re so-” he pants tiredly, “so pretty.” a sweaty hand gropes the fat of your tit, squeezing it under his large palm. “want t’a breed you- need to- fuck! need to get your tits swollen with milk-” caleb leans in once again, this time bending your body like a stick, pressing your legs closer to your chest in the process. his nose takes a whiff of the valley of your boobs before wrapping his lips around your free boob, playing with the other one with his hand. 

your voice fails you once again. it’s not like you have the strength to judge him harshly again anyway. his tongue swipes at your hard nipple, sucking it like he has a point to prove. “and you would mghhh! would look so pretty and round and ah! everyone would know y’er mine, oh god-” 

with a last kiss, as if sealing a promise, he lets go of your nipple with mercy and stands up again, kissing your knee as an apology for bending you like your bones are made of jello. and then it hits him. “o-oh! s’rry forgot you like this.” the hand squeezing your tit snakes down between you two, adding some much needed stimulation to your clit.

you jump, legs thrashing against his shoulders and back at the pleasure. you clench around him once more and this time, it’s his turn to squeal in pleasure. “o-oh fuck. ‘m cumming, g’nna breed you, yeah? fill you up, mhm? yeah? fuck! cummin’!” caleb whines before throwing his head back, his sweaty hair barely moving an inch away from his forehead while doing so, and his once steady thrusts turn languid, messy. 

his cock twitches around you, spilling white, watery ropes in your pussy. bicolor orbs roll to the back of his skull as he feels his knot grow swollen at the base of his cock. even after coming, he keeps pistoning his hips in you, tiredly, but it’s the thought that counts.

at the weird, swollen and hot thing trying to fuck its way inside you, you mewl, eyes going wild as caleb tries stretching you just a little more. 

“caleb-? what the aha! fuck?” — “sorry!” he cries but keeps going anyway, his fingers working faster around your clit to make up for the pain. “jus’ a little more? ple- ase? it feels good, doesn’t it?” back to being stupid and pathetic apparently, because the way he stares at you with puppy dog eyes and begs is disgusting. 

his other hand leaves your thigh to press down on your tummy and it becomes too much. your walls convulse around him and you cry, clit throbbing under his touch pathetically. the hand putting pressure on your bladder makes your eyes roll, your hands grip the sheets to the point of turning white.

“caleb! ah! oh my god- fuck- aha, cumming, i’m gonna cum! pl-please keep going!” 

and you don’t have to ask him twice. he thrusts his cock in you a last time, his knot slipping in easier than he thought it would, thanks to your drooling cunt and his cum and that does it for you. your body goes static, hips bucking against his and back arching against the bed. his fingers don’t stop, rubbing your clit until you’re shaking uncontrollably and your juices spray on his thighs and lower stomach.

“oh-”  — “don- not a word!” you manage to cry out.

“so… how long till it goes down?” you murmur tiredly against his shoulder, arms wrapped around his big frame as he lies on top of you. your legs feel sore, aching from being spread for so long, thanks to his cock still buried in you.

“an hour and a half, probably” caleb shrugs. 

your eyes snap open. “an hour?!” — “and a half.” he barks with a chuckle.

“i hate you! you’re heavy, y’know?! argh, bad dog!” he only manages to laugh at your rage and lick your cheek, covering it in saliva.

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[justauthoring]

Necessary Clarification.

Request: Omg can we pls get a sanji comfort fic where y/n is a little insecure bc she notices sanji treats her differently than other girls, she thinks that maybe he doesn’t think she’s pretty enough thinks of her as one of the bros or something. Unbeknownst to her sanji is like madly in love with her and didn’t know to to deal or confront his feelings so when he finds out about her doubts he’s like running to her and putting those bad thoughts to rest. Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Sanji Vinsmoke x F!Reader

A/N: Sanji hurt/comfort???? Sign me up!!

Word Count: 2,636

Also, this header honestly doesn't relate to the fic at all but doesn't my man look so good??????

"Here you go, Nami-swan~! Robin-chan~!"

Trying to make your anticipation less obvious, you ignore the way your body instinctively shuffles as Sanji's voice carries across the ship. As usual, there's a sway to his voice as he calls out to the only two other female members of the crew, a tray of drinks in his hand.

Nami, Robin and you were currently sat by Nami's tangerines, chatting and relaxing under the hot sun. There was still a bit of ocean to cover before you all arrived at the next island to reset the log pose, so everyone on the ship was doing their own thing. You knew Zoro was training, as he normally did around this time, while Usopp, Luffy and Chopper were entertaining themselves somewhere on the ship as usual. You couldn't see Franky or Brook, but clearly whatever they were doing was enough to keep them occupied.

Of course, Sanji's "own thing" involved dining and serving the ladies of the Thousand Sunny to his best ability.

The drink he sets down in front of Nami is a bright blue, topped with ice and a straw and looking something sweet. Robin's drink, although milder, looks just delicious. Both drinks are served to the women with a swish and a smile from Sanji, as Robin nods in thanks and Nami oblidges Sanji's wishes with a gentle; "thank you, Sanji-kun."

He admonishes them with a bright grin, and then, finally, turns to you. The lovesick look in his eyes at your two friends softens into something more tame as he meets your awaiting gaze. You try not to make your hopeful gaze so blatantly obvious but by the way Nami and Robin are both watching the interaction, you figure you aren't be so subtle.

The final drink left on the tray is set before you, with a little less florish but still as presented as nicely. Anything Sanji made always looked delicious, so, that fact isn't all that surprising.

"And here you are, Y/N."

Just like that, the hope deflates. It might seem silly (and you know it is), but the lack of an affectionate honorific like Nami or Robin's makes your heart ache. And it isnt just that--Sanji's actions with you are much more serious and done with far less exaggeration.

You've watched, time and time again, Sanji all but bend over backwards for everyone woman he's crossed paths with. It isn't just your crewmates, but strangers and enemies alike. Sanji rarely didn't have heart eyes when a woman was in his sights and even more so was he ever not declaring his love, care and affection all in one breath at them. He'll call them the sweetest names, speak to them with the softest of tones, always filled with warmth.

But with you? He never did.

When he talked to you, he didn't declare his love for you. He didn't have heart eyes. You were always just "Y/N" and nothing else. He still did anything you asked, but it wasn't in the way he did Nami, Robin or anybody else.

You shouldn't care. And you probably wouldn't, if your own heart didn't soar for Sanji. But it did, incredibly and painfully so. You'd felt that way about him since you'd first laid eyes on him, way back when Luffy had first invited you to join the crew.

And although watching him all but drop to his knees and declare his love for a woman not five seconds later, your heart had already chosen him and you'd been unsuccessful in changing its mind.

But clearly, your feelings wouldn't be returned. Sanji didn't even think you pretty enough to treat you like the rest, let alone actually return your feelings.

Keeping your eyes trained on your drink, you nod; "thank you, Sanji." Your voice is small, muffled. You don't see it, but Sanji frowns at the clear upset tone of your voice, but he doesn't express his concern, meeting Nami's eyes whose strangely glaring at him before heading back to the kitchen.

The second Sanji is out of ear shot, Nami is leaning towards you.

"Y/N--"

"You know what?" You cut off before she can even start, suddenly pushing yourself to your feet as Nami and Robin blink up at you in concern. "I'm actually not feeling well. I think the sun is a bit too much. I'm just gonna lay down, I think."

You're standing before Nami or Robin can get a word in otherwise--albeit they try. You purposefully ignore their calls of your name, ignoring the slight pang of guilt at having not even drank the drink Sanji prepared for you.

But, really, if you thought about it, he probably just made it for you because he felt bad otherwise. Not because he wanted to like he did Nami and Robin. And certainly not because he cared about you in any romantic way.

Really, you should just get over your feelings for him. It was only hurting you more in the end anyway.

-

"Nami, I really don't--"

"Just trust me, please?"

Staring back at Nami, you sigh. You could never really deny her when she looked at you like that (or really ever), so you know you've lost even before the words leave your lips.

"Fine," you huff, letting her continue to drag you back onto the Thousand Sunny despite the nerves twisting your insides. Nami hadn't really told what it was she was planning, but you figured it couldn't be anything good.

Especially after she'd all but dragged you with her the second the Thousand Sunny had docked at a new island that morning. She hadn't given you a chance to argue otherwise or for anyone to even aid you as she pulled you off with her.

She'd ended up dragging you to a clothing store. The first one she could find. When you expressed her confusion, she'd made up some lie about wanting to gift you a new outfit for all that helped you'd given her during your last battle.

When you'd reminded her that the two of you had been separated, she'd simply shushed you. And when that clothing store didn't have what she wanted, she'd dragged you to a different one and then another until she was satisfied.

You knew better than to argue with Nami, so you'd simply let her doll you up in different clothes all day.

Now, with the sun setting and adorned in new clothes that seemed far too fancy for someone who lived on a pirate ship, she was dragging you back to the Thousand Sunny without a single explanation.

Your answer, however, is given to you the second her eyes fall on Sanji.

He turns at the arrival of Nami (because you knew his excited smile wasn't for you), eyes twinkling and grinning ear to ear, only to pause sharply when his eyes fall on you.

You feel vulnerable in a way you never had, chest tightening as you watch him take you in.

"Sanji," Nami calls, grinning ear to ear and purposefully lacking the affectionate 'kun' she adds to the end of his name. "Me and Y/N went shopping today."

Eyes flickering from you, to Nami, then back to you, Sanji visibly swallows. "I can see that."

There's the briefest twitch in Nami's jaw, a sharp sigh leaving her mouth as the rest of the crew watches in curiosity. Then, with a bit sharper of a voice, she asks; "don't you think Y/N looks pretty in her new outfit?"

You breath hitches, turning to Sanji as you wait for him to respond.

Only, he never does.

His lips part as if to say something, but no words leave his lips. His eyes flicker back and forth from you, to Nami, to something past you, clearly uncomfortable.

Something aches painfully in your heart.

"Sanji," Nami calls again, this time her voice has a tinge of anger as she finally lets go of your wrist and stomps towards Sanji. "Just what--"

But you stop her before she can finish, grabbing her by the arm and desperately trying to bite back the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes.

"Nami, don't... don't worry about it," you cut in, voice cracking at the end. Both Nami and Sanji's eyes snap towards you, but you focus on Nami, desperately trying to keep what little of your dignity you have left. "It's okay."

"Y/N, you don't--"

"No, please, stop," you all but beg. You know Nami is just trying to help, but it's only making things worse. And Sanji weirded out. "It's clear Sanji doesn't... Sanji is uncomfortable, Nami. So just drop it."

A tear manages to slip past your defenses and the humiliation burns in you.

Nami, parted lips and stunned, stares back at you, unable to say anything. You then realize how the rest of the crew is watching, and the look on Sanji's face as he stares back at you hurts even more.

Without a single look back, you turn and run off the ship.

-

Sanji watches you run off, bewildered.

The entire crew does and silence follows as your footsteps grow further and further away until you're completely gone. And the silence follows for a second more, Sanji still trying to process whats even happened, before Zoro lets out a huff;

"You're an idiot."

Turning to the swordsman, Sanji's eyes blaze; "what did you say, moss-head?" And he moves to step towards him, but he can't even move an inch before Nami is in front of him, the front of his button-up clenched in her fist.

And her eyes burn with anger.

"Nami-swan? What--"

"You absolute idiot!" She cries, eyes blazing as she glances up at him. Sanji's lips part, baffled, as he jerks instinctively away from the rage radiating off of you. "Does your brain just not work? Or is there nothing in there?"

"N-Nami," Sanji breathes, honestly a bit hurt. "I don't--"

"Nami," Robin calls, stepping forward as she sets a hand on the younger girls shoulder. "Perhaps we should--"

"No," Nami argues, shaking her head. "I've tried to be understanding, but now this is really hurting Y/N." She spins back to Sanji, "she's crying because of you, you idiot!"

"I don't understand--"

"You like her, don't you?"

Sanji's cheeks burn instantly, spreading to the tips of his ears as his eyes widen. "I-I--!"

"There's no point denying," Nami cuts him off (again). "We all know it."

And as if Sanji couldn't be any more embarrassed, the rest of the crew adds to her point by nodding. Sanji realizes then it's hopeless, so with a sigh, his head bows.

"I do," he admits, voice quiet. "I really like her."

"Well she thinks you hate her."

Sanji's eyes instantly widen, heart falling to the pit of his stomach.

"Why would--"

"Sanji," Robin calls, distinctively more gentle. "You treat her so different. You don't fall to your knees for her like you do us. Nor do you declare your love for her every other second. If I weren't aware of your feelings for her, I'd think you hate her too."

There's a million of thoughts that run through Sanji's mind then. Racing through them, too fast for him to properly understand. All that's made abundantly clear to him is that he's hurt you.

He's hurt you so bad.

And he has to fix it.

Nami, seeing the look on Sanji's face, finally steps back, letting go of him with a huff.

"Sanji!"

Jumping at the sound of his captains voice, Sanji slowly looks back up at him.

"Go find Y/N!" Luffy smiles at him, extending his hand towards him with a thumbs up. "We'll be waiting for you when you guys are ready!"

-

You know you should be heading back to the ship.

The sun had completely set and the crew couldn't afford to waste time on an island where you'd all already gotten what you needed. It was dark, you were alone and the outfit Nami had bought for you and made you wear was no longer warm enough in the cool night air.

But you were embarrassed. Humiliated even.

How were you supposed to go back and face everyone? Let alone Sanji himself? How could you ever look him in the eyes again after you had made your feelings so abundantely clear and he had made his so as well?

The way he'd just stood there? Staring at you? When you know had it been any other woman he'd have screamed of their beauty to the skies.

Sniffling, you hug yourself tighter, tell yourself you'd head back when you'd cried all the tears you had in you out. Only then would you face that embarrassment--when it was physically impossible for you to cry anymore.

A wave of wind brushes back, pulling a shiver up your spine as you curl into yourself. You're thinking you might have to cry these tears faster or find a shop that's open later, when a jacket falls around your shoulders.

It surprises you, pulling a gasp from your lips as you spin to see who'd snuck up on you.

The last person you're expecting is Sanji.

Tears still streaming down your cheeks, you jump back from you, pushing yourself to your feet as you desperately wipe at your cheeks.

"S-Sanji, I..." But your voice trails becaues you don't know what to say. His arrival here stuns you so stupid and in addition to the tears, you feel like nothing could possibly make this night worse.

"Y/N, I--"

"You don't have to say anything," you cut in, words rushing without thought. "Nami shouldn't have put you in that position and I shouldn't have run off. Luffy probably made you find me, right? I'm sorry. He--... Please, just, I'm fine so--"

"Y/N," Sanji interrupts you, "I don't hate you."

Jerking, your lips are left parted as you blink up at Sanji.

He takes your silence as an invitation to keep going. Hands held in front of him, he steps towards you. "I don't hate you and I don't treat you differently because I think you're... not worth it or anything like that."

Hands falling to your sides, you inhale sharply.

"I... I've hurt you," Sanji whispers, head bowed. "I hurt you and I'm so sorry. The truth was that I didn't treat you the same as other women because... well... the way I feel for you goes beyond how I feel for them."

Brows furrowing, you shake your head. "I don't understand..."

"I like you--no, Y/N. I think I'm in love with you."

Blinking, your breath gets caught in the back of your throat, shocked.

"And I didn't know how to handle those feelings. I've never... felt so strongly about a woman as I have you, Y/N. So I acted indifferent and... well, I hurt you." He lets out a heavy breath, eyes imploring and face sincere. "And for that I'm so sorry."

Shaking your head, you step towards Sanji, pulling his jacket closer around yourself. "No, Sanji, you don't have to apologize."

"But I do," he argues, "for ever making you feel any less beautiful than you are. Or for making you think I... hated you."

In a surge of surprise, emotion and want, you reach for Sanji, taking his hands in yours as you shake your head again. He steps closer to you, moving one of his hands to cup your cheek. "Come back to the ship with me, love. And I can show you how much I truly love you."

Heart soaring at the pet name, you lean into Sanji's touch, nodding.

"I want nothing more."

Smiling gently, Sanji caresses the skin of your cheek. "And Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I think you look absolutely beautiful."

[adonisbeloveds]

Hi!! I wanted to ask if i could put in a request, but if ur not comfortable with it, it's okay! You dont have to do it. I was thinking yandere mains angst cuz the reader died and they feel like they failed to protect them. Again, if you're not comfortable with it or just dont want to do it, feel free to decline! there's no pressure on my end. I love ur writing style btw!

Yandere Main Toons with a reader who died.

Okay okay! I hope you mean't the main toons when they weren't twisted, and I LIVE for yandere and angst stuff omg so don't you worry and I'm glad you love my writing style! Also can you guys COUGH guess my fav toon ahahahhaha Reader is GN and uses they/them pronouns, and Vee, Shelly and pebble are all meant to be seen as platonic. Warnings: Yandere behavour ofc, Dandy keeps the readers body (he doesn't do ANYTHING weird with it, he just keeps it), self hatred, mentions of suicide, unhealthy coping mechanisms.

ASTRO

".....you're lying. Sprout please...you're lying.."

.He was in denial for a long while, even though he knew you weren't coming back a small part of him was still hoping, wondering if you were out there -- if you were just hiding and waiting for him to come to you and save you. .He blames himself so much, he knew he shouldn't of stayed back, that he should of convinced you hearder to let him come with others..what if you were nearly at the exit, what if you didn't have enough stamina to make it, if he was there he could of helped you. .What if you were hiding, cornered, crying quietly while you muttered his name -- hoping and praying he would come get you, come help you and make sure you wouldn't die or get hurt, if so why didn't the others help you? why didn't goob pull you close to him why didn't anyone help you. .Maybe you died to get away from him .He still blames himself, he blames himself so badly -- but some of that blame now goes to other toons, more specifically the toons who had the ability to help you.

"Astro, they aren't here anymore! THEY'RE DEAD!" "YOU WERE MEAN'T TO PROTECT THEM! AREN'T YOU THE OVERPROTECTIVE ONE!" .Everything that was in your room he put into his room, even to the smallest piece of paper that had nothing written on it -- and when I say everything I mean everything, even your trash that he never threw out. .He know's it isn't healthy and he knows the other toons are judging his coping ways, he just can't bare the thought of anything you had in your room being taken away. This is what was left of you and he wasn't going to throw it away, no matter how bad or unhealthy it was. .He has started dreaming about you, he use to share dreams with you -- but now he just dreams of you, and he uses these moments to play pretend, even if its for a minute or so. Seeing your smiling and alive face is enough to start fueling his delusions .At first he knew these delusions and dreams were simply that, but over time he started to wonder if this was actually you, that you survived and are still waiting for him out there, waiting for him to save you. .So then on he started his mission, he know's he couldn't protect you in that moment but this time, this time he's going out there and he will bring you home- "No." "What...what do you mean no." "Astro, you aren't in the right mindset to go out on runs. We don't want you to see a twisted version of them and willingly run into the arms of a twisted." "They....they aren't a twisted, they are still alone out there! I know it!"

VEE

"No...no wait WAIT-"

.She witnessed first hand your death, she tried running to you the moment she saw the twisted coming close -- but it got to you before she could, and the worst part is that you smiled. You saw her and you smiled. .Shelly grabbed her arm before dragging her back to the elevator, but all she could think of was the way you smiled at her, not even noticing the thing behind you -- or maybe you did and knew your time was up, and you smiled at her as a way of saying "It wasn't your fault, please don't blame yourself" .You two talked about this, about what would happen if one of you were to die -- and she promised, she promised you that she would always have your back, that you would always be protected and she failed. .Cause that's what she is, a failure. .Who cares if she can sing or host programs or show twisteds by their frequencies, cause what is all that tallent for when she couldn't even keep her promise and protect the closest person to her. .She handled her greif better than the others, she knew that you weren't coming back, no matter what she or the others tried to do. But just because she handled her greif better doesn't mean her coping mechanisms were the same. .She made dolls of you, and used the recordings of your voice to play pretend, even when she was sleeping she would play your voice and pretend you were there -- she would even tweak your voice to say certain things, and she would even listen to breathing to just pretend you were breathing and well. .Unlike the others, she went out on runs still -- but she was silent, only ever tapping her mic before going back to the corner. She couldn't bring herself to leave the foot of the elevator when it closes, especially when she see's your twisted form. .She likes to think she's strong enough to not run to your twisted form, but at this point she doesn't know anymore -- so she doesn't risk it, she just looks down at the ground the two of you use to walk together on and waits, what is she waiting for? .The elevator to open up again, or for a twisted to take her away like it did with you? "soon....soon we will walk the same path like we use to, my show star."

SHELLY

"They....what?"

.She's absolutely devistated when she found out, one of the only people to actually see her and not forget about her was gone. .She loses all her spark that she use to have, and just stays in her room. She can't bear the thought of looking at your room anymore, it only fuels her with fake hope and sadness. .Vee and the others tried to get her to open up about her feelings so she doesn't lock them away but it's already to late -- the only thing she allows herself was one of your plushies that use to be sold in the gift store. .She's cried herself to sleep every night, and usually doesn't talk to anyone, not even pebble or Astro. Astro has tried talking to her about her dreams of you -- and she's tried to tell him but she can never get past a few sobs, and the one time she did she almost threw up. .She blames herself for not being able to help you, but even if she wanted to she wasn't as great as the others -- nor did she have any special abilitys to help you. Leading to a deeper and darker pit of self hatred and pain. .She hasn't even bothered to go out on runs anymore, if she wasn't there to save you, and she can't save anyone with how weak and useless she is, than whats the point of going anywhere any more?

SPROUT

"COSMO, COSMO LET ME GO THEY- THEY ARE STILL OUT THERE! please..."

.He could see you out there, you were running as fast as you could -- but than one of the twisteds rounded the corner and go you -- and he saw it all happen. .When the elevator closed all he could do was go limp as cosmo brought him down to the ground and talked to him? He couldn't hear -- he couldn't see through the tears that he couldn't feel, he couldn't do anything...he didn't feel...there. .Once they arrived at the safe space he just let cosmo bring him to the medic -- he couldn't hear what anyone was saying, all he could do was remember you running, you turning the corner and you dying. .If only he fought cosmo harder, if only he was able to run out there to you, he wouldn't even care if he died because he would of died with you -- you wouldn't of been alone while dying. But that wasn't the case. .Were you calling out to him? Where you calling out to anyone? Did you try to fight or did you accept your death? Oh god he hopes you didn't do either...accepting your death and accepting that no one, not even him could save you -- or fighting until your last moment and hoping someone could come save you, hoping that he would come save you. .He doesn't know what's worse. .His personality took a whole 180 after your death, he usually stayed in your room rather than his own, hugging your pillow and pretending it was you, and that you were still alive with him -- even though he knows the truth .He doesn't have dreams, he's only haunted by nightmares of you dying over and over again -- he has seen the concerned looks Astro gives him whenever he leaves your room, but neither has talked about it .He has a grudge to everyone that was in that run, he not only blames himself but he blames the people that didn't try helping you, he blames cosmo for holding him back, he blames goob for not pulling you in even though you were behind a wall, and most importantly he blames himself for every reason and above. .The others usually hear Sprout talking to himself, crying to himself and so on -- they have noticed sprout not talking to anyone anymore, not even cosmo, and how he usually keeps himself locked away in your room. "I'm going on this run" "No you are not." "Why not." "Cause I don't trust you in this state to take care of yourself."

PEBBLE

"Pebble...they...they aren't coming back"

.Poor thing didn't know how to react, hearing that his favourite caretaker had died, that they weren't coming back to play fetch him with anymore, to sneak treats to him, to cuddle with him after a long day of playing, and how those moments were never going to happen again was heart breaking. .Every toon tried to help Pebble, trying to play with him, giving him treats and everything you use to do with him -- but nothing worked, he always had his tail low and never went on runs anymore, all he did was stay in his caretakers room with tears in his eyes. .Late at night the toons would either hear happy barking, or small whines -- this indicated whether pebble was having a nice dream about his caretaker, or a nightmare. .Even thought he can't talk to any of the toons, it's clear as day the poor thing blames himself for your death. He's usually the distracter yet he wasn't allowed on that run due to hurting his leg previously. "It's okay buddy! When I get back we can sneak some of cosmo and sprouts treats okay?" .Oh how he was waiting so patiently at the elevator door, tail wagging as he watched it ascend only to let out a confuse whine when he didn't see you there -- only to be told that you weren't coming back.. .Pebble has developed a habit of snarling at the toons, even going as far as full on aggressively barking whenever one of them went close to your room .The worst incident was when one of the toons tried to take your stuff out of your room -- it was almost like pebble went full guard dog mode as he harshly bit the poor toons arm, only getting off when their screams alerted the other toons who took him off their arm. When that happened everyone knew not to touch your stuff .Your death must of hurt him so much, enough to cause him to go feral at the even mention of your stuff being taken out of your room.

DANDY

"No...no no no no!"

.This wasn't mean't to happen, you were just talking to him when he came up with his shop -- he sold you med kits and everything....he wanted to deny it so bad but he can't. He watched it happen on his cameras, he watched you die and he couldn't do anything about it. .The moment the elevator left he ran, he ran as fast as he could towards you...maybe just maybe if he made it there in time you would be okay, right? .When he got there he tried to find a pulse or something, from your neck to your wrists to your heart -- he even tried to convince himself that you were breathing still, that your chest was going up and down -- even with how blurry his vision was and how hard his crys were, he wasn't going to leave you. "My flower, shh it's okay my flower, you will be okay I promise -- this is just...just a hiccup okay? I will make everything alright...come on, let's, let's go back home okay?" .You were so limp, he could feel the ichor where the wound was, but he didn't think about it, no. It's because you were....going to be fine, everything will turn out okay in the end and you will wake up and it will be fine. .He bandaged your wound and placed you in his bed, well 'our' bed as he likes to call it, he spoke to you while looking around for papers, papers to help you come back to him -- to help you out of this small hiccup. .And every night he would go back to the bed, get under the covers and fall asleep up against your chest, pretending he could hear your breathing as he smiled and said goodnight even if he cried himself to sleep, knowing deep down that you will never respond again. .If you were human you would of started rotting at this point, but you weren't and you wouldn't -- meaning he can play this game of pretend for the rest of his life, until he finds a way to bring you back to life. .At first Dandy still went in the elevator, still sold things to the others until he just, stopped. He stopping coming up, he stopped giving cards -- and the only reason is because he just couldn't care anymore, he had more important stuff to do -- like finding a 'cure' for you and spending time with you! And if you aren't out there anymore whats the reason to be handing out stuff anymore? "My flower! I'm back!" ...... "I missed you too! Don't worry I'll be there shortly, just need to put these papers somewhere safe" ...... "I will bring you back...I promise my flower."

[sknyuz]

HI MAKIII CONGRATS ON 400 !!!!!

here to request for dino + anything 4 u by lany :)))) it could be f2l au? bcs of the song's lyrics hehe

i hope u have fun with this and all ur other reqs too 💗💗💗

now playing — anything 4 u - lany *read with this playing for best experience

pairing — lee chan (dino) x reader

genre — childhood bestfriends to lovers, slow burn, chan is a yearner, u want each other so bad c’mon now, will they won’t they?

cw — none, afaik !!

wc — ~1.5k

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note: oh calli... oh my sweet summer moot calli... maybe knight!dino might have to wait for a while but anything 4 u!dino is riiight here

i know the house you grew up in / all of the names of your best friends

you and chan have always been that kind of best friends. the ones who show up to everything together, who text each other about random dreams at 2 a.m., who say i love you without a second thought—because it’s always been safe, right? platonic. easy.

but something’s been different lately.

maybe it started with the way he said your name during that beach trip last summer, soft and a little too slow, like he was tasting it. or maybe it was when you got sick and he sat on your floor for hours, refusing to leave until you’d eaten at least two bites of soup. or maybe it’s the way he remembers everything—your coffee order, your brother’s graduation date, that one thing your ex said that made you cry.

i spent the summer on your couch / you fell in love with someone else / you came to me the times that it went bad

you were seventeen when you had your first real boyfriend. he was kind, on paper—the kind of boy your friends said looked good with you. but you remember the way he never quite listened, how he’d zone out when you talked about the things you loved, how his hands always felt a little too far away, even when they were holding yours.

chan never said anything back then. he just smiled that tired smile and asked if you were happy.

you said yes.

and then one night, you called him from the curb in front of a convenience store, mascara smudged and voice hoarse from holding it all in. “he said i’m too much,” you mumbled. “too sensitive. too emotional. too… everything.”

“he’s an idiot,” chan said without hesitation.

“you don’t have to say that.”

“i’m not saying it because i have to,” he said. “i’m saying it because it’s true.”

he showed up ten minutes later, even though it was past midnight. handed you a bottle of strawberry milk and let you cry into his hoodie. didn’t flinch when you said, “maybe i’m just hard to love.”

“you’re not hard to love,” he whispered. “you’re just waiting for someone who knows how.”

you didn’t know what to say to that. you still don’t.

you know the house i grew up in / you wouldn't knock, you'd just walk in / stay up for hours talkin' to my mom

and it was no secret that his mother was fond of you as well, you’ve always gotten along so well with mrs. lee—there’s something about the way she makes you feel at home, the way her kitchen always smells like freshly baked bread and the way she’d effortlessly get you talking about everything, from school to your dreams. she’d listen patiently, always with a gentle smile, as if nothing you said was ever too small or too silly.

prom night was no different. after slipping into your dress, she insisted on taking photos, her camera flashing just as chan stood awkwardly by the door, adjusting his tie for the third time. “you two look so grown up,” she’d said with a soft laugh, sending you off with a kiss on your cheek and a reminder to be safe.

chan, however, was a mess—eyes wide, hands fidgeting with his jacket, clearly flustered by the sudden attention, but still holding the door open for you. it was those little moments, where everything felt so familiar, so right, that made you realize just how deeply rooted you were in each other’s lives. like he was always meant to be here, in this quiet, unspoken way. and somehow, neither of you had noticed just how much love had grown in the space between the laughter and the shared silences.

after the breakup with your first boyfriend, things shifted—just a little.

i'm somethin' so familiar / that you don't even notice / the way i wanna love ya

chan started noticing more; walking on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street, waiting up when you stayed late on campus, texting you goodnight even on days you didn’t talk, not because he had to—but because that’s just what love looks like when it’s quiet and patient.

you once fell asleep at his place after a movie night, and when you woke up, he’d draped his leather jacket over you, your favorite playlist playing softly in the background. his own hoodie was pulled over his head as he dozed beside you, one hand still resting on the couch between you, fingers slightly curled like he’d reached for you and stopped himself.

he never pushed. never asked for anything back.

but sometimes, when you looked over and caught him already watching you—like he was memorizing your face for the hundredth time—you wondered how long he’d been waiting.

i'll catch a flight, go to the moon / lay on the floor of your living room

it was a quiet evening when it finally hit you, how everything had quietly changed.

you were sprawled across the couch in your living room, legs tucked up under a blanket as the soft light of the tv cast shadows across the room. chan was spread out on the carpeted floor, eyes closed, arms stretched out like he had no care in the world. his face looked so peaceful, but you could see the faintest hint of a frown pulling at his brows—like he was lost in a thought too heavy for him to easily shake off.

you were sure it was just the way he always was, calm and collected. but tonight, it felt different. you had been sitting in silence for hours, only the quiet hum of the tv filling the space between you. it had been an ordinary night, but somehow the stillness felt louder, deeper. the weight of it was pressing down on you, curling in your chest.

you peeked over the back of the couch, stealing a glance at him, and your heart gave a sudden, unexpected thud. he wasn’t paying attention, his eyes still closed, but there was something about the way he was positioned on the floor, so still, like he was waiting for something.

your voice broke the silence, soft at first, barely audible. “stay?”

he froze, eyes snapping open, and you felt your stomach twist. his gaze flickered toward you, concern lining his features, even though his lips only parted in hesitation. “you okay?”

you nodded slowly, the weight of your own words heavy in the air. “just… don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

a long pause followed, thick with the unspoken words that neither of you had been brave enough to say yet. he looked like he might leave—like this was all just too much, too fast. and part of you almost wanted him to, because if he stayed, things might change. but you didn’t want him to leave. you never wanted chan to leave.

he took a slow breath, his eyes never leaving yours, and you could see him weigh it all. finally, without a word, he shifted on the floor, sitting up slightly, and reached a hand out toward the edge of the couch. his fingers brushed gently over your arm, seeking permission in the quiet of the moment. his gaze never wavered, asking without saying a word if it was okay for him to get closer.

it's time that you should know this, know this

you nodded, and that simple movement was all he needed. he slowly scooted closer, moving up onto the couch next to you. he sat down, hesitating for a split second before he lay down next to you, pulling the blanket further over your shoulders. his head rested against the cushion, his body close but not quite touching, until his hand found its way to your back, wrapping gently around your waist. he pulled you closer, as if he couldn’t help it, as if the closeness was instinctual, something he couldn’t deny any longer.

girl, just tell me what i have to do / i'll do anything for you

and for a while, neither of you said anything. it was just the quiet—just the steady rhythm of his breathing and the soft pulse of your own heart. but then, as the dim light from the tv flickered in the background, he whispered, his voice barely above a breath:

“i’d do anything for you, you know that?”

the words hung in the air, and for the first time, you didn’t need to answer. because the truth was written in the way his thumb brushed across your skin, in the warmth of his hand on your waist, in the way you fit together like the missing piece of a puzzle you hadn’t even realized was incomplete until now.

you’d always known. but now, in the quiet darkness of your living room, with his heart beating so close to yours, you could finally feel it.

and you knew—knew you’d do anything for chan, too.

note: omg what a way to open my 400 follower event!! thank u sm for requesting this, calli <3 and i hope u have fun reading it as much as i had fun writing it. and i had fun with the cover art and i had the song On Repeat the whole time 😭🙏 im inlove with this fic so much

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I haven’t seen the 2020 series but my absolute favorite show is ACGAS 1978! Siegfried is so iconic haha. Do you have any thoughts on Siegfried in the 2020 series vs the 1978 one? Actors, portrayal, opinions, etc.

(Totally free to ignore if you don’t feel like talking about it of course, my feelings won’t be hurt)

Siegfried Farnon, I love all his incarnations. As a kid, I saw a lot of my faults in him (and still do), but also a lot of what I aspire to be - clever, charming, and generous. All 3 of the Skeldale vets shaped how I internalize my masculinity. (James' work ethic & determination, Tristan's ability to go with the flow and roll with punches.) I binged both shows (not quite all of 1978, tho) within 8 months, having avoided them until last year. The books are very special to me and I was afraid to engage with either show for fear they wouldn't Get Siegfried. I was very, very wrong.

Robert Hardy had some very cool interests- him being a longbow expert is absolutely fascinating and I keep meaning to watch the documentary he was involved in. Wild he was a consultant regarding the longbows of the Mary Rose. Absolutely was living the dream.

His Siegfried is such a little shit and I love him -- Hardy really captures the "beautific" mode his book counterpart would shift into when giving his hypocritical lectures. His side hustle schemes are favs of mine, because he doesn't actually want to do the work, just come up with the idea.

1978! Siegfried has a fantastic manic energy he flips on and off like a switch, though seeing book!Siegfried's temper on-screen vs Tristan played for laughs makes me uncomfortable -- that's a change I think the 2020 show tackles better, as it explores why the Farnon brothers are Like That.

Samuel West also is a fascinating human. We're both Gen X kids and I've love to have a board game night or go birding with him. His Siegfried has a melancholy streak that speaks to me (I took book!Siegfried as having some brand of mood cycling) and I really enjoy seeing him soften into a family man as the series progresses.

Not to say West doesn't also inject Siegfried with an enjoyable kinetic energy, it's just a different brand than Hardy's. (I was very skeptical the 2020 series would be any good given how faithful the 1978 show was, but by the time S1E1 Siegfried first pulls that mangled job list out of his pocket, I knew West understood the character, even if other details about the show had been changed.)

I feel like S5 took some steps backwards wrt Siegfried's relationships with Audrey and his brother. I hope S6 finally allows certain seeds to sprout & flourish (a relationship with Audrey, and greater trust in Tristan). That said, I also hope Siegfried doesn't soften too much - he still needs to be boisterous and ridiculous and have a certain kind of anger -- book!Siegfried could be a terror towards those who abused animals, and I'd like to see more of that.

What's interesting is both TV Siegfrieds took on the role in their 50s, when the book character is like... barely 30 in the first volume. West plays Siegfried more as in his 40s (fun for me, because I headcanon him as my age, so, 48 going into S6), but the age difference still shapes how I think of each version of the man.

Siegfried's traits - good and bad - come off different based on what age you perceive him as. I think the 2020 show's decision to have a 19 year age gap between the brothers is a brilliant way to address why Siegfried is so hard on Tristan, being somewhere between brother & surrogate father -- the closer in age the boys are (and they are not all that far apart in the books), the weirder that hostile disappointment wrt his exams and work ethic feels.

For me, 2020 series S1 Siegfried is my favorite. He's a great blend of cocksure, self-doubting, charming, off-putting, self-aware, and absolutely oblivious. His contradictions are one of my favorite things about him. But I don't really like pitting the TV Siegfrieds against each other -- both actors have given the source material the most utmost of love and respect, and it shows in their performances. I own both series on disc.

I think a lot of one's preference boils down to which Siegfried you meet at what point in your own life; after imprinting on book!Siegfried as a 10-year-old, the fact I'm knee-deep in writing trans!Siegfried fics for the 2020 series at age 48 probably says a lot about which one I feel the most like. XD

Honestly, my ideal version of the man is an amalgam of all 3 of his incarnations: He'd be mid-40s when we first meet him, and we'd see more of the mood range -- from Hardy's manic energy to West's more soulful touch and what they both brought in-between.

[pomefioredove]

May I have sugar cookie #13 with sprinkles, chocolate chips, and powdered sugar?

Thank you and have a good day!

thank you for requesting!

order #13, sugar with chocolate chips, sprinkles, powdered sugar

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ bad service

summary: he didn't mean to get you fired tropes: fake dating, hurt/comfort, coffee shop au characters: deuce additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is not yuu, pre-NRC

"Check this out,"

It was like seeing headlights right before being barreled over by a semi-truck. It was the bitter taste of poison before paralysis, it was thunder before lightning.

It was a group of giggling teenage boys that were standing in the door of the coffee shop.

And based on the way they were dressed, tattered knees on dark-washed jeans and chains and bruised knuckles visible through holes in their gloves, they wouldn't have liked their insidious snickering to be thought of as "giggling".

Though, of course, that's what it was.

You pretend as if you hadn't heard, hoping they might lose interest and slink out the door and back onto the streets. But the sound of the bell by the door never hit your ears.

You pretend as if you're busy, bussing tables and swabbing them with a soapy cloth, collecting cake crumbs and empty coffee cups.

And you pretend there isn't one standing behind you, a big, shit-eating grin on his face.

"You're just gonna ignore me? That's pretty rude, you know,"

You turn over your shoulder- he's a bit shorter than you, but that makes him no less scary. Where is your shift manager when you need him?

You put on your best customer service voice and smile. "Oh, I'm sorry, were you ready to order?"

"You could say that,"

The boys behind him snicker, and the sinking feeling in your stomach is actualized when the shorter, bleached-blond in front of you suddenly dives in.

You're not sure where your reaction came from- months of customer service, likely- but you raise your fist, dingy dish-water cloth in it, and smack him hard across the face.

The barrage of hormonal boys howls with laughter, and their leader- the blond, the shorter one with a face that almost could have been mistaken for sweet- stumbles backwards into a table, sending its sweet, coffee-flavored contents across the floor.

You don't apologize. Why should you?

"YOU!"

And there's your manager. Fashionably late, like he is for all of his shifts.

You sigh, not even bothering to react to his heavy footsteps and booming voice as he berates you. "What did we say? What did we say? First, it wasn't smiling, and then it was that attitude-"

"I can't control the tone of my voice,"

"-And now you're assaulting customers? Give me your apron, you're done."

Your eyes widen, and you almost argue, but then those boys are still standing behind your manager, snickering.

You shouldn't make this worse for yourself.

Though you don't smoke at work, the alley behind the coffee shop is where you spent your breaks, sitting on the concrete steps and thinking.

And that's where you sit now, taking another kind of break (a permanent one, this time). Thinking.

"Ex-excuse me?"

A small squeak comes from the mouth of the alley. Meek and afraid - a child? You don't know if you have it in you to help some runt find its parents today.

But that voice becomes a shadow, which becomes a boy, much taller than a child but no less cowardly.

"You're not... he didn't really fire you, did he?"

You narrow your eyes at the bleach-blond. "He did,"

"Oh," he sounds sad, as if he has the right to pity you. You might slap him again, just for good measure. "I'm sorry,"

"You're what?" you ask.

"I'm Deuce," he says. "I mean- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you fired."

"You were just going to grab me, that's it? How kind,"

Panic pinches at his skin, and he seems to puff up like a cat. "I wasn't really gonna- I mean, I was just gonna make it look like that. For my boys. But I wasn't actually... I'm sorry,"

You lower your eyes. "Sure. Sure you were,"

"Honest!" Deuce says, sitting across from you on the gravelly ground, still damp from this morning's rain. "I-I... I never would have. What would my mom think? I was just... well, I told them that-"

"Spit it out,"

His face turns tomato red, a bad combination with his banana-blond, making an overripe fruit salad out of his face. "I-I told my boys that we were dating,"

You couldn't be anything but taken aback. What the-?

"Why?" is all you can think of.

Deuce looks away, twiddling with his thumbs like a child caught cheating on his math exam. "Well... you're pretty,"

"...And?"

"And, well, I wanted to impress everyone,"

You look away, mulling over his meek confession. What would my mom think, is what he said.

No amount of pity is going to get you your job back.

"Well, that would have been nice to know before you did that,"

"I'm sorry," he repeats. "I'll never bother you again. I'll pay you whatever you want until you can find a new job. I'll tell everyone the truth, I'll beat up your boss!"

The offer is said with such endearing excitement that you, again, almost forget that this was the foolish boy who had deserved that smack across the face.

"I don't forgive you," you say, plainly. "But you may as well find me a new job. I... needed that one."

He lights up, standing with a sense of determination in his hands and eyes. "I won't let you down!" he announces to the entire alley. "I'll go right now- wh-what work do you do? I mean- no, never mind, I'll just find all the available jobs in town! Stay right here!"

You stand, gripping his wrist before he can bound off into town.

"Maybe I should come with you,"

Again, he blushes, and he nods. "O-oh- right- good idea!"

You link your arm with his (mostly so that he won't escape) and drag your prisoner along with you.

[laseracronym]

Hiii I was wondering if you could possibly write a Tenya x Reader fic where the reader was noticeably jittery during the school day so he asked what her issue was and she told him she was, well, aroused, so he chose to help her out, sitting the both of them on his bed and he begins to play with her as he leaned over her shoulder, whispering praise into her ear and giving her kisses n stuff until she came :3 Nothing over the top, just a fluff and smut mix ^_^ !!

Thanks for sending this in! This was a really fun one, I do love it when Iida has a chance to shine. I hope you enjoy!

Content: Smut, some praise kink.

MHA-MHA-MHA

It was such a simple thing.

You were catching up with your friends at Mina's desk before the start of class. You backed up and found yourself stumbling into a solid, sturdy body. Immediately, large hands settled on your hips, steadying you, and you were pulled back against a broad chest.

Tenya's voice, low and warm, was at your ear, "careful, darling," he murmured, and then he released you.

It was such a brief interaction, barely a few seconds, but it went straight between your legs. Your face filled with heat as you turned to look at your boyfriend who smiled kindly, innocently, at you, having no idea that he'd just managed to turn you on with no effort at all.

He tilted his head, "are you alright, (Name)? You're looking a little flushed," he fussed, stepping forward to press the inside of his wrist to your forehead. "You looked fine at breakfast, but if you weren't feeling well, you should have told me. I could have sent word to Aizawa-sensei and escorted you to Recovery Girl."

You chuckled softly, endeared as he fretted over you in that way that was just so Tenya. You took his hand from your forehead, holding it between your own. "I'm fine, Tenya," you assured him, squeezing his hand before letting it go. You would have loved to have teased him a bit, maybe stolen a few kisses just to give the sudden rush of desire you felt a small outlet, but Tenya wasn't comfortable with too much PDA, and neither were you, to be honest.

Tenya's cheeks reddened in a soft blush and he was about to say something else when Midoriya called to him from across the room. "Ah, excuse me, (Name)," he said and he went to see what his friend wanted, your eyes trailed over his retreating back with interest.

"Simp."

You turned to see Mina and Toru snickering at you.

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes. You could drool over your boyfriend if you wanted to!

And you did.

You found yourself...distracted, during your morning classes. You kept thinking about Tenya, and all of the things you would rather be doing (to and with him) instead of sitting through boring lectures. It had you fidgeting in your seat, so aware of the heat, the ache, between your thighs.

"Are you sure you're alright, (Name)?" Tenya asked again as you both walked to lunch. "It seems like your mind's been elsewhere today, and you're still flushed."

"I'm sure," you said, and if you were a more reckless girl you'd be finding a way to drag him off to an empty classroom or a restroom for some relief. You bit your lip, considering for a moment, "it's not anything bad. I'll tell you after class, okay?" You knew he wouldn't let it go if you didn't give him something, but you weren't about to tell him you'd been having horny thoughts all day. Heaven knows at least one of you needed to be focused today, you were going to have to borrow his notes later as it was.

It was amusing as it was embarrassing to you. You normally weren't this pent up, it wasn't like Tenya neglected you in this respect, but damn if you weren't needy today!

With the promise that he would eventually get answers, Tenya dropped the subject for the rest of the day. He did, however, remain extra considerate of you, putting even more effort into doting on you, staying close to you in between classes and even sneaking (sneaking!) you some snacks. God, you loved him, and you wanted him all the more for it.

After class, you took Tenya by the hand led him back to your room in the dorms. Before he could ask or say anything, you were tugging his tall self into a heated kiss. Tenya was quick to reciprocate, wrapping his arms around you as he angled himself to meld your lips together more completely. His hands pressed into your back, holding you that much closer to himself and for a few moments, you had him thoroughly distracted.

"(N-Name)...?" he sounded so dazed, looking so enticingly ruffled as you both came up for air. His glasses were askew on his handsome face, and you felt the soft thrum of his engines, his entire body buzzing with the subtle vibrations.

You pressed yourself closer to him, your face was red and your desire was stronger than ever. "I have been...so horny all day," you told him shamelessly. Your hands wandered greedily up his sides and over his strong back, his clothes did nothing to hinder the splendid physique beneath them.

"Pardon?" he sounded so surprised and you couldn't help but laugh. The poor thing had been worrying after you all day only to find out that it was something like this that had been plaguing you, you couldn't help but find it funny.

"I've had you on my mind all day, I couldn't focus on anything else, I wanted you so bad," you felt how his breath hitched at your confession, his grip on you growing even tighter.

"It sounds like you've had a long day," Tenya's hand cupped your cheek and you looked up to see him looking back at you with a flustered, yet heated expression. His mouth quirked in an amused little grin, and he wet his lips with an eager tongue.

"You have no idea," you breathed.

"Well, (Name)," he cleared his throat, and you could feel the prodding of his growing erection, "if you'd like, I'd be more than happy to assist you."

MHA-MHA-MHA

"Oh fuck, Tenya."

Tenya was nothing if not efficient, you quickly found yourself naked and sat between Tenya's legs, your back to his chest, one of your legs draped over his knee as he pumped his thick fingers inside of you. He mouthed at your shoulder, his other hand fondling your breast, squeezing the soft mound and rolling your nipple between deft fingers. Tenya had stripped down to the waist, his skin heated and you swore you could feel the beating of his heart between your shoulder blades.

"Does that feel good, love?" his voice was like velvet and it had your walls clenching on his digits, a gush of arousal coming forth and aiding the glide of his touch.

"Mm, yes, it's so good," you practically purred, head tilting back to rest against his shoulder. Oh, this was just what you needed after being so pent up all day. Your hand rested over his, fingertips settling into the space between his fingers as he played with your tit, your thumb brushing over his skin. Your hips moved, angling to match his pace, grinding your clit into his palm, and your chest heaved. You were thoroughly enjoying yourself. "Keep going, Tenya."

Tenya groaned, kissing up your neck until his lips brushed your jaw. He shifted, subtly grinding his clothed erection against your bare ass, "you were already so wet when we started. You must have been in so much need all day," he gently, so gently, pinched your nipple, making you gasp. "I'm sorry darling, had I known sooner..."

"Would you have helped me at school?" you wondered with another roll of your hips, eyes half-lidded and lips curled into a sinful smile. "Whisked me off to a quiet corner and- ah!- fingered me under my skirt?"

His fingers curled then and you moaned loud, mouth hanging open. He curled himself around you, squishing your body to his as he shuddered at your words, "if...if you wanted. You know I'd do anything you asked of me," his words were strained and earnest, coated in lust as you both got further worked up over the fantasy.

"I know," your hand reached back, fingers sifting into his hair. You scritched his scalp fondly, "you're such a good boy for me, Tenya."

"Hahh," his engines revved softly, and he grinded needily against you, the praise obviously getting to him. Not once did he stop his ministrations, and your orgasm was steadily building.

"I'm so close," you told him, gripping his hair. "Oh, oh fuck..."

"Let go, (Name)," he told you, his fingers pumping faster, curling and finding that special spot inside of you. "Please, I've got you."

You came with a squeal, your slick coating his fingers and the bedding. Your long-awaited release was so worth it, especially when Tenya held you tightly against his chest as you slowly came down.

His hand, the one currently not coated in your juices, came up to carefully brush your sweaty hair from your face. "Feeling better, darling?"

"Much better," you panted, feeling all loose and lax. You turned your head, kissing at his jaw until he dipped his head down and met your lips with his own. You shared some soft kisses with him until you felt like you could move again. You turned, rising to your knees between his spread legs and pressing your hands against his broad shoulders. Tenya fell back easily and you looked down at his flushed face and mussed hair, his red eyes dilated as they focused on you and only you.

You licked your lips, "but we're not done yet."

(Requests)

[the-colourful-witch]

Times are a-changing...

Hello everyone,

I hope you're all doing well and that April has been good to you :) Today, I have some important updates.

First, let's talk about the elephant in the room. JKR and her bigotry. To be completely honest, I was unaware of how far her hatred towards the Trans (and in extension the LGBTQ+) community goes. I knew enough not to support her financially, but the extent of her evil was, until recently, something vague in the distance. By now, we're all aware of how much of her fortune she has been donating to this so-called feminist organisation 'For Women Schotland', and how they have succeeded in legally redefining the term woman to be the sex you've been assigned at birth. Meaning; if you have a vagina, you're a woman. What a load of shit.

Technically, transgender people are still protected by the discrimination laws in the UK. Still, now they can be denied access to certain 'women-only' places, like changing rooms, public toilets, domestic violence shelters, hospital wards and more. If that's what a government calls protection, then they need a good, firm shaking. How can you be so ignorant to believe that you're capable of keeping people safe if you're turning them into people who don't fit in, who are other? The consequences are enormous. I'm very scared for everyone affected by this new ruling. This is one more step towards our descent into far-right, fascist politics, and it is wrong...

There has been a lot of talk in the fandom community about what it means to still be in the Harry Potter fandom, whether that means you support J.K. Rowling or not, if you can still call yourself an ally, etc. It is... very difficult to make up my mind about the issue. I don't agree that not being able to let go of Harry Potter is immature or weak. There are things in life we can love, and that doesn't mean we're bad for enjoying them. It sparks the age-old debate of art v/s artist... something that has been on my mind for a long time now, especially because of JKR. I believe we can do both. We can hate the artist and still enjoy what they've created. However, we do not get to stick our fingers in our ears and sing lalala. We have to look the problems in the eye and speak up. It's good to feel uncomfortable. It is good to be torn and to feel guilty. It means you're human. It means you have a conscience. If the goals of this fandom is to take this made-up world and make it our own, more inclusive, more tolerant world, then we should do it with conviction. Wasn't that the point all along? Isn't that what fandom is? Filling in the gaps, changing the story for better or worse, but making it ours.

We live in a world that gets scarier by the day. Our phones try to numb us, and our leaders install fear in our hearts and make us feel inferior. But this is not true. We have more power than we are made to think. There will always be strength in community and in beliefs. I believe art has the power to change minds and thus the world. So, our art will be our weapon in the war against bigotry. Empathy is our biggest strength.

I want to use my art to make people happy, and yes, Harry Potter is a part of that, but it won't be forever. For me, Harry Potter has always been a story to fall back on when I needed a pick-me-up, and these past two years, I have been sharing that with you. It warms my heart whenever someone tells me my art makes them feel like a kid again, and that makes me feel truly privileged. It is important to me that everyone feels like they have a place in this little world, in this community. In our little space, you'll always be safe, you'll be accepted. Be yourself, I wouldn't want it any other way.

We get to spin the story to fit our modern beliefs, and to make sure everyone feels included and safe in this online space. I understand why people are stepping away from contributing to this fandom. I seriously considered the same thing, and I don't blame anyone for doing it. At first, I thought there were two options: step away or keep going. I've chosen to create a third option: Keep going, but doing it my way.

I have always been able to put my joy and passion into my art. It's imperfect, and I'm still learning every day, but it's mine. I hope, if you want, you can find a little joy in it as well. It would be my honour <3 There are a few things that are going to change:

My social media channels will still be called The Colourful Witch, but they will feature a wider range of art. This will include traditional, personal art, fan art from other stories, paintings, clay work, collage, etc. I won't limit myself to just the Wizarding World anymore; I want to share more of my own artistry here. Only my Tumblr will remain a WW blog, because I feel like this space suits that really well. It's a fandom platform, more than any other platform :) The core of my work has always been playfulness and exploration of different topics and styles. I still want to keep doing that, because I feel I've grown a lot while posting my character art online, and I'm amazed by the support and enthusiasm I've found here. Thank you for that, you're truly the best! <3

The Owl Post Club will be shut down. There is definitely a possibility of continuing the club in the future, but I can't promise that right now. I'm afraid I simply can't financially support the club, and thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who has been a part of it. You're the best, most supportive people I have had the pleasure of sending mail to! If there are any postcards you'd still like to collect or get an extra copy of, you can find them in my shop. Or shoot me a message and I can help you with any questions or requests :)

I will be spending less time on social media, to focus on my art practice and health. I've gotten a little too addicted to scrolling, so it will be good for me to take a step back. Expect fewer updates for the foreseeable future.

If you've made it this far, hi! I hope we can all keep creating art and find a little bit of sunshine in the shadow of a big and scary world.

Sincerely, Fleur (a.k.a. The Colourful Witch)

[ihaznoclue]

Hihihi i'm really happy you opened requests, could you please write a mel x human female reader oneshot?

Pairings -> Melancholy/Mel x Female Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Mel wants you to go on a mission with her and her family but it turns out to be a bad idea to come along

Genre -> Angst to Fluff

A/N - Might not be accurate but whatever.. I'm still sick >:((

MEL

You didn't like being in the open as much as Mel liked as she would be the usual one to go on mission while you take care of the butcher shop that you have been assigned form Ken who was Mel's dad

He wasn't a bad guy, he was soft and gentle towards his family but he is still getting used to you but he treats you kindly like the others, Ken is just looking out for his family and hope nothing bad happens to them

Mud onto he other hand has been trying to bribe you to come work for him as you were a good person for it, but you kindly declined his offer, Mud is not really a easy guys to trust at time when he's sneaky sometimes he would steal some stuff of yours but luckily Ken would return it back

Then there's the big fella, Breadhead, he just a gentle giant towards you as he loves to hang out with you form time to time, maybe him playing the piano to you as he sings along sometimes, even sometimes you would help him fall asleep by reading him some books you found from a alley

And the last person is Mel, she seemed crazy at first, meaning that you didn't really want to go close to her at first but then later realised that she just wanted to spend time with you, the new recruiter of the smiling dead, but she seemed more different than the other but you just shrugged it off as nothing at first

Until it was time for their mission, you didn't know what reason for it but you would say that you were going to take care of the shop but Mel begged you to come with as she needed someone new to talk to

Meaning that she wanted your o come with her and the family

You thought of it first then Mel reassured you that her dad wouldn't mind at all, she also wanted you to see your very first mission instead of staying at the shop

So you agreed but was nervous, you were now sitting next to Mel and Breadhead at the back of the car as they seemed to be car chasing someone

Mel then decided it was a good idea to climb up the car, making her dad a bit angry than he already was, then you decided to have some fun as well and join with her

But that didn't well as you and Mel was flinged off the car that they were chasing, you were unconscious for a moment, seeing a blurry figure that seemed to be Mel checking to see if you were okay

"Holy shit! You.. you're a human?" She asked with wide eyes

You hissed as you moved, seeing black blood, a lot of black blood trailed on the road to you and.. mel

"Uh.."

"HOLY CRAP YOU ARE! HAHAH Omg I thought I was the only one!" Mel cheered as she then hissed grabbing her arm

"Wait.. so you were a human this whole time!?" You yelled out making Mel cover your mouth as she shushed you

"Try to stay quiet about this, but don't worry Ken won't cement ya, he already knows that I'm human so there's no big deal" Mel rambled making you confused as fuck now

It has now been a hot minute as you and Mel were now looking at each other, Mel smirking as she stared at you, you were patched up by her as you felt a little bit uneased but also relifed? maybe because you weren't the only one trying to hide the fact you were a human just like her

But in the end Mel wasn't going to give this up as she has now been sticking to your side ever since the accident and know your true secret

Making you a bit worried on what's going to happen, but also you didn't mind the company

Mel was.. someone now special to you and you liked it

-A<3

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

hi! I saw somewhere that Jason is manipulative. Would you want to write him with a nerd reader? Maybe where he's like. An extra bad person?

Ooh yeah, Jason's darling being a nerd would certainly bring out an...interesting side of him. I hope this lives up to expectations!

Yandere! Jock With A Nerd Darling

Gn! reader

Warnings: Yandere character, gaslighting, sort of stalking, Jason makes mean comments, manipulation, emotional manipulation, Jason's a bad boyfriend, he's also really obnoxious, jerk mentality on Jason's part

divider credit goes to: @k1ssyoursister

Yandere! Jason who never would have seen himself with someone like you, not until he ended up in a class with you, anyway. He'd never been one to interact with the nerds (or the losers, as he liked to call them) during grade school, not even to bully them. He simply pretended they didn't exist, minus the odd rumor here and there. That little habit of his didn't change much once he got to college, especially with how much bigger crowd was around him. He had his crowd, and the introverted smarties had their own. There was even less reason to keep them in his mind than before.

Yandere! Jason who doesn't think much of you when he ends up sitting next to you in class one semester, on the first day of the class. It's a rather packed class, and he did arrive late, but he doesn't really care about the less-than-stellar seating arrangement. It's not like he knew anybody in the class anyways, so why does he care who he sits by? You clearly won't bother him, nobody with a brain would. If he's lucky, he'll be able to skate through the class without needing to do any groupwork.

Yandere! Jason who's quite pissed when he finds out that he is going to do group work, enough so that it's a rather large part of his grade. At least he's paired with someone who looks relatively smart. He'll just have you do all the work and he'll claim his grade. If you oppose that idea? Well...he'll cross that bridge if he gets to it.

Yandere! Jason who thought he'd hate being paired with a know-it-all looking loser, forced to listen to longwinded rants about lord knows what while he nods off into his laptop. He's surprised to find that you aren't like that, not really. You're smart, he can tell just by briefly interacting with you, but you aren't overly obnoxious about it. You'll spit out information when you need to, but for the most part you keep to yourself, doing your work quietly. Plus, you end up doing his portion of the work without complaining once it's clear he won't be doing it, so it's a total win for him! He gets a free grade, and he doesn't have to worry about some annoying groupmate!

Yandere! Jason who thought that would be the extent of your relationship. And yet...as each class passes, he can't help but look forward to the next one, where he gets to see you again. You don't speak much, but every word you do say has some sort of allure to it, drawing him in with every syllable. It doesn't help that your easy on the eyes, although a style switch up wouldn't kill you...

Yandere! Jason who slowly begins initiating conversation with you, mostly teasing, joking remarks. His occasional comments turn to regular annoyances that go on as the class progresses, never ending in their frequency. You don't respond most of the time, but your occasional protests are like music to his ears, filling him with an even greater desire to hear your sweet voice. If only he could get to know you better...

Yandere! Jason who slings his arm around your shoulder one day, casually chatting you up while you walk back to your dorm. He talks about everything and anything with you, mostly teasing still, being obnoxious as always as he asks you about yourself, probing for answers. You can try all you'd like to go anywhere else than where you live, but he'll just keep harassing you until you let him walk you to your dorm. He will find out where you live, regardless of your willingness to tell him.

Yandere! Jason who uses his newfound knowledge to harass you even more, not just during class. He'll figure out your schedule just to be able to catch you as you're leaving for class. Lord knows you're not going anywhere else. And don't try to change up your schedule so you can avoid him, because he will figure out what you're doing.

Yandere! Jason who would have laughed if a couple months ago, you'd told him he'd be paying so much attention to a nerd like you. It's not so funny now, not when you've made him utterly infatuated. Even he doesn't understand it. Why would someone as inconspicuous as you catch his eye? You're not like the models and athletes he's used to dating, you've got nothing particularly eye catching about you, so why does he crave you so badly? Is it because of your soft genuine nature, so unlike the prissy suck-ups he's surrounded by constantly? Is it your unconscious anxiety around him, turning you into a shy mess of a human whenever he speaks? Maybe it's the taboo nature of the relationship, a hunk of a guy like him with a pathetic teacher's pet like you?

Yandere! Jason who's unsure of a lot, but he knows one thing: you're too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Yandere! Jason who actually begins being a little nicer to you as time goes on. He'll drag you get you into the best parties on campus, he'll get you little gifts he thinks you might like, he'll even start complementing you more often. Of course, you aren't doing the most with your looks and he'll make sure you know that, but he offers to help you out, so it's not too meanspirited! If your what he's got to work with, then work with you he will. he'll make the perfect partner out of you yet.

Yandere! Jason who doesn't take long in asking you out, despite the jibes and jeers from his friends. They know of you, it's hard not to when Jason's been dragging you everywhere with him, but he doesn't care. He'll have you, no matter what his friends say. They'll like you soon enough.

Yandere! Jason who's ecstatic when you say yes, not that he expected any different. It's not like you had much choice either, with him publicly asking you out in front of his gang and all. Now he can really start getting to work on you.

Yandere! Jason who starts off slow, at first. He'll let you get used to the relationship before doing anything rash, slowly warming you up to his touch and affection. His obnoxious teasing doesn't let up, but rest assured, he'll make you feel loved and safe. He'll prove he can be a good boyfriend to you, if you'll let him. How can he expect to help you in any way if you don't trust him in the first place?

Yandere! Jason who gives it a couple months, implementing tiny, miniscule changes as he does so. Integrating you into his friend group little by little, getting you articles of clothing he'd think look good on you, asking you on more public dates every time you two go out. You don't notice anything, and he's grateful for it. It'll make the next transition much smoother.

Yandere! Jason who begins to get a little meaner after a while, though not by much. In fact, you could be misinterpreting things, conjuring up issues that don't actually exist. That's what Jason says, at least. What do you mean, he's getting more pushy about the clothes you wear? he just thinks you would look nice in the outfit he bought you, is that so terrible? What are you talking about when you say he's been making jabs at they way you talk and act? he's just been making harmless comments, what's wrong with that? Seriously, are you feeling ok? You're reading way too into things, this is normal in a relationship.

Yandere! Jason who knows you believe him, and he knows it's driving you crazy. He's not stupid; he's seen how your demeanor has shifted. You've started suppressing the little traits he's made comments about, consciously forcing yourself to behave in a manner he said he likes more. You've ditched most of the unflattering clothes you used to wear when he met you, changing your wardrobe to fit his tastes more. You've stopped talking about your more nerdy interests once you figured out he won't pay you any mind, staying quiet as he shows you what his actually interesting hobbies are. You're still nerdy, but he's changing you little by little. Just like he planned.

Yandere! Jason who can feel pride swelling in his chest as he sees how different your becoming, how pliant you are. He knew you'd be easy to shape to his liking, he knew you'd follow his lead, but it's still beautiful to see the fruits of his labor unfold before him. Of course, he still loves you, he always has. Even when you were still a nobody, he loved everything about you. But he needed to make you change, he needed to! Not only for himself, but for you. How was he supposed to carry on dating you and leave you as you were? You were a loser, a nobody, someone who only managed to catch his eye by pure chance. For the sake of his image and yours, he had to help you.

Of course...I does help that you'll listen to whatever he has to say, isn't it?

Yandere! Jason who does feel a bit bad for you. You've changed a lot of your personality for him, a personality he was rather fond of. He can see how quiet and depressed you've gotten since getting with him, and in a way, it breaks his heart. Still, it's for the best, he knows it is. He's opened up so many doors for you, surely you'll learn to adapt to his changes, right? He still loves you, you know that, right?

Yandere! Jason who knows you're still a nerdy, shy person at heart. But he can change that. He can break you down until you're everything he wants you to be, rebuilding you as his own perfect partner. You're still a work in progress, but that's ok. For you, he can be patient.

He can be patient.

I hope you enjoyed!

[rei-ismyname]

X-Men #16 review

AKA Magneto takes dexies

Fuck me, this book has had 16 issues, though if you asked me for an elevator pitch I'd have to say 'problems keep happening, except in the snow.' This latest snow problem arc feels like it's picking up the pace, but it covers maybe 5 minutes of their life. It's exciting - fake X-Men, a fight with bad guys, and Magneto taking drugs - but you can only run on 90/10 setup/payoff for so long before it drags. If nothing else, hot Magneto is back and full of drugs! 💊🧲

'Nuh uh, it's MY treehouse.'

Last issue ended with Cassandra Nova whispering in a new mutant's ear and these jerkoffs showing to rumble. The Santo Marco six, 3K mutants we last saw fifteen issues ago. As I said then, it's great that the 3K plot is starting to move but so much has happened since then that I forgot why anyone cares. This issue spends a fair amount of time basically reintroducing them because I'd imagine most readers are like Temper - 'who?' That's taking a little too long to get back to them IMO - this isn't the X-Files where the breadcrumbs are a given. Anyway, they want to be the X-Men for some reason, so the two teams fight. IDK why Scott wouldn't offer them a job interview or something, he looks like a big mean jerk. Yeah, I said it!

Magik and Juggernaut the bash bros are all about it, amping up their previous blood knight act. Cain no shit makes a Jack and the Beanstalk reference but it doesn't really land. Scott tries to remind his violent kids that the Twin is rampaging but they don't hear. The Twin seems like their heart just isn't in it as Cassandra Nova eggs them on. Getting huge Chuck vibes from her lol.

It's a bit jarring for Scott to shut the fake X-Men down so totally then be like 'wait, the twin.' He knows Magik wants their heads and that she and Cain are like this now. He set the example by being standoffish, what did he think would happen? I think I'm still hoping we'll follow up on Scott's mental health issues, but I guess Logan cured him with stabbing and I'm looking for something that isn't there. Still, with two psychics on the team it's something that could have been addressed - even if it's 'I'm doing okay right now thanks.' Leaving any longer to follow up and it'll feel like... round two of a fight from fifteen issues ago. Significant, but wayyyy too long between beers.

Beast calling Mags a shit father is 👌👌👌

Cyke multitasks like a champ and mobilises the factory crew. Mags and Beast hinted at a prosthetic for the ailing elder mutant last issue, though he looks a lot fucking healthier right now. I've been very open about my extreme distaste for R-LDS, and that hasn't changed. Dexies. Dextroamphetamine-x, so mutant dexies - as a temporary solution is ridiculous and pretty funny. Beast just whipping up drugs is becoming a regular enough thing, but dexies, really? Mutant ADD medication? It makes R-LDS look silly-er. I'll come back to this in a separate post for now let's enjoy Magneto shooting up speed and see what it does.

Wooooo! Tight, tight, tight tight tight!

HAHA! My dude is amped up, levitating syringes and billowing his cape. Hook this man up with an IV. I hesitate to say 'Magneto is back' but it is nice to see the Master of Magnetism flex like that. Now go throw some vehicles around, old man. I know you want to.

Not sure what to make of Beast's facial expression there. We can cross 'uncomplicated joy' off the list, that's for sure. Maybe 'should I really be giving Magneto amphetamines? I was in the Defenders, man.' Yes, he should. Hook the whole squad up.

Maybe not Magik...

SPLASH PAGE! Scott orders Psylocke to take out the speedster first, but I think he's been hanging around Hank too much. 'Accelerated physiology' - Scott deserves that knockdown. The action is bombastic and kinetic with handy visual keys to show who what kind of power and how it interacts with our A team. That's a counterbalance to the sheer busyness of the scenes , though I'm not sure it's enough. The pop cartoon style clashes a little with the cinematic panels they're going for here, showing most of the 'what' in a vacuum.

As a whole I find it difficult to tell where each respective exchange is happening. Following the speedster tells a coherent linear narrative, at least - taking out Scott, struggling with Psylocke and handing off to The Vore, then getting blasted by Scott. I wonder where Piper, Xorn, and Quentin are?

Woof! If these clowns want to be X-Men they need better banter. Anyone shouting 'The Juice is loose' in battle deserves to get pounded, FR. Honestly, everyone looks like they're having fun, not like they're looking to kill each other. It's very flashy but I feel like the guy in the bottom left panel - '?' There's the feeling that this fight is not intended to have a conclusion, that it's a showcase for design and dynamics. It's possible to have both, I'm sure of it. Somebody get hurt!

Oh bloody hell the X-Men are getting in on it too, with the embarrassing one liners. I do like cosmic energy guy's design though. Is their leader dabbing? Cassandra Nova must be so embarrassed. I guess THE VORE didn't eat Psylocke's brain or whatever. The unserious vibes the fight carries makes sense considering they're trying to stall the X-Men, but it pulls me out the moment and it makes the X-Men look like chumps. Get a handle on your guys and lead, Scotty!

There we go. This guy - I'm going to call him Bighorns - accepts the chance to regroup when Scott calls it. They want to be X-Men, apparently. With that 'Here Comes Tomorrow' you might even say they want to be New X-Men. There's a set-up for an ideological discussion here - I wonder if they'll go for it. Valid points are being made, kinda. Only one team works for the genocide lady who treats people like lab rats, but the X-Men have mile-wide chinks in their armour to call out. I doubt it, but you never know.

While the action figures have been smashing into each other, The Twin has reached the town. Magneto is dexied up, controlling the Wild Sentinel he and Scott trashed before the series started. That's where we end - with the two teams talking but inherently opposed and Magneto the only thing in between Merle and destruction. Piper around somewhere, Quentin is presumably still knocked out, and Xorn is ... where did he go? Looking for Quentin still, I guess?

In the introduction I flagged the pacing as illusively slow, and looking at this issue as well as zooming out I think it sticks out more than ever. At the end of last issue the Twin was heading for the town, the two X-Men teams were having a tense face-off, while Xorn searched for Quentin off panel. At the end of the issue the X-Men have said hello, the Twin walked a few hundred meters, and Mags took some medication.

He amped up but hasn't actually done anything. Nobody has, really. A 12 mutant brawl happened but nobody's hurt and they're back to where they started. There's just a hint of payoff here, a teaspoonful - enough to taste the flavour but not very filling. Staying on the Magneto example - #15 showed him asking for medication, #16 he took it and did a pose, and #17 presumably he'll interact with The Twin. Or maybe not. The twin, on the other hand, took 3 issues to walk to town. She stopped and started a lot, but it was in service of the choice 'destroy town Y/N?' She keeps choosing yes, urged on by Cassandra Nova, but we know that Merle isn't getting destroyed. They're probably not going to kill a child either, and that's a source of tension at least.

I'm not sure if it will be any better in the trade without serious editing. The start and end of each issue bleed into each other, so it's going to feel downright repetitive. At least we're getting further away from Raid and Chuck Hunt with every step, I just wish they'd pick up the pace. The line work is tight as always, the inks pop - contrasting brightly off the snowy backdrop, each character model is distinct and dynamic - but the choreography and blocking was flat for me. Being able to tell where people are in relation to each other is crucial, and the fight looked like the shadow of fierce without the sincerity.

I'd recommend it for the Magneto content alone, but everything tastes great when you're starving. I'm sympathetic to the rigor of double shipping in a hostile creative environment, but it's been sixteen issues. There's been bursts of brilliance like the Lundquist and Scott scenes but too much padding and repetition. The best scenes shine brightly, so it's not a talent deficit. It'd be nice to have a few excellent issues consecutively, you know? I feel like I say that, or something like it, every review. Hmm, I don't want to be repetitive, let's check out how my peers in X-Men reviewing are handling it.

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Most sites stopped reviewing this book halfway through Raid on Graymalkin - even AIPT, who review everything positively. Looks like I'm on my own there. Fuck it - adjectiveless X-Men is fun enough - I just know that the team can do better. Thanks for reading.

[impactrueno]

Hello Spike! I hope your doing well. I had some questions I wanted ask you, since you are from Venezuela. Sorry If I got something wrong, I'm still learning about Venezuela politics and I'm trying to use the resources available to me, but is Venezuela a fascist country? so many sources say its socialist but that doesnt make sense, isnt M*duro a dictator? my other question is, with the US turning into a fascist country, how bad will this affect Venezuela?

don't believe for a second that venezuela is actually socialist, that's a blatant lie from our government lmao. frankly yeah, at times it lines up with fascism better than it does with socialism because this is a government of hypocrites. 🙃 but hey maybe that's just what authoritarian governments aka dictatorships feel like. to give you an example of how little they actually care about actually following leftist ideals, we're still one of the handful of countries in the americas that hasn't yet legalized same sex marriage. something so basic, and yet. i haven't been able to change my legal name either because there's no support for transgender people whatsoever.

(note that same-sex sexual activity was already legal before hugo chavez in 1997. chavez took over in 1998.)

the government took over private companies, meaning they remained private, just controlled by the government. not the workers. never the workers lol. the economy is still more capitalist than anything because pretty much all CEOs are affiliated with the government, and if there's something these people know how to do is steal people's money because they only care about themselves. all government people and their family live like kings while the official monthly minimum wage for the rest of the population is $2. yes two american dollars. i'm not kidding.

opposition is largely suppressed and censored. all news media is government affiliated, otherwise it gets shut down (or blocked in the country if it's a website, for example twitter has been blocked since last june and i can only access it with a vpn) and there are quite a few foreign activists being paid to shill for our government and talk about how great it is.

you know, i've been paying attention to US news regarding trump and it's actually horrifying to see him essentially speedrunning what chavez and maduro did here in the past couple of decades. it's insane how similar they are. and it's scary too because i know where that leads, and it's something i never thought could even happen in the US. idk i just figured people wouldn't let it happen. but they did, because for some insane reason they voted for trump again. and now it's a horror show every day with every news i read.

i still don't know how that will affect venezuela because both trump and maduro act like children and make deranged decisions on a whim. trump's been sending venezuelan refugees back here, the place they literally had to escape from. if you speak up against the government in any way, you are not safe. hundreds of journalists detained and taken to el helicoide (a torture center) for daring to report the truth. hundreds of students detained and killed for exercising their right to protest. last year around the elections i had to deactivate my twitter for almost a month until things calmed down because i had been posting a lot of informative threads about our situation. i had to stop because they were actively hunting people down. it was blatant terror tactics and i hate that it worked on me

the tariffs thing is going to fuck with literally every country in the world, not just us. i guess we'll just get more stuff from china now? i don't even know what to expect but our already shaky economy is gonna tank because of it for sure. btw did you know our currency is so worthless that we all use USD cash now? it's not official or anything but it's all we got lol. we do still use bolivars for some things and you can pay anything in bolivars if you so choose, but when you look at stores, everything is in USD. our country is a joke lol

i gotta stop there because i think this is getting a bit disjointed and talking about venezuela makes my blood boil sometimes lol but i hope that answers your question. be vigilant of sites spreading pro-chavez/maduro propaganda; it will be very obvious once you pay attention to how things are written 🥴 if you want a clear example of what propaganda reads like, check whitehouse.gov LMFAOOO (i'm serious, the articles they've been posting since trump won are another level of insane, what the fuck is this timeline)

anyway i sincerely hope trump gets an aneurysm or some shit before he ends up pissing off the american people into taking to the streets so he can declare martial law. civilians vs military is not pretty.

[msookyspooky]

"Oh no, I ain't apologizin' for Shit."

HC Drabbles • Domestic AU • Bo Sinclair x Newly Wedded Fem!Wife Reader • Bo's a traumatized (traumatizing) asshole

♡ One HC I have that I stand by and we see in canon in the movie when he clearly looks guilty but just hypes up their mama to Vincent instead of saying sorry after lashing out...

Bo NEVER apologizes. Doesn't know how, was never apologized to, looks at it as weakness in a toxic household he grew up in. He will do or say anything but say 'I'm sorry'.

♡ Look, no one said 'marrying' (definitely wasn't legally binding) the crazed, abused, past rapist, 'no one loved me but my abusive mother' mommy issues, torturing, previously conjoined, Old Fashioned Southern raised serial killer was a cake walk. Is he better with a wife that makes him feel safe and cherished? Oh God yeah. Like, damn he should've had you a whole decade sooner!...But healed? Healthy? Vulnerable?...Eehhh...

♡ Depending on you and your personality. Either your rebellion surprises him or it angers him.

♡ "Careful there, sweetheart. Love, honor and OBEY. I'm still in charge-"

♡ He was raised that domination was love and fear and respect were the same thing and no one in that family ever just 'talked things out'.

♡ He just didn't expect him telling you, "C'mon suga. Be a good lil wifey, huh? Now, quit bein' all mouthy before I put ya over my knee, babygirl. Maybe on your knees an' put that pretty mouth t' good use..." while pushing you against the wall and kissing your neck wouldn't work. He expected you to fold like normal. To fear him but be turned on but not this time.

♡ Saying something like "NO! I'm not an object! This ring may not mean anything to you but it does to me and if every argument is gonna be threatening to tie me up and use me-" You probably can't even finish. You might even cry because you actually DID love this POS asshole. You shouldn't but you did. (if this is ooc? too bad imagine cussing him out then lol)

♡ He only knew how to seduce, charm, manipulate or scare to get his way...He looked like you might as well have slapped him as he reeled back looking flabbergasted then tense and uncomfortable and finally angry in a defensive way.

♡ "Fine! Cry all ya want." before shoving off the wall maybe even hitting something or knocking something over with his temper on the way out.

♡ But...He does care. You don't realize how much him placing that ring on you out of all the victims that came through here means A LOT to him even if he gruffly acted like it was slavery and you owned by him. It was but also wasn't. He always craved domesticality under the bondage and ritualistic killings but had no idea what something like that even looks like

♡ At first, out of guilt he HATES feeling. This icky foreign feeling he's not use to...Oh he's a big baby. Slamming things, doing things extra loud, passive aggressive gestures.

♡ If you return it with silence and your own passive aggressive coldness he is absolutely losing it. He HATES being ignored. It triggers him as bad as being yelled at does; maybe even more!

♡ He is so PETTY at being ignored he starts doing shit just to piss you off like "Ya finally done with yer lil hissy fit and ready to apologize?"

!?

"Me!? You expect ME to apologize?"

He shrugs and sniffs; acting all nonchalant, "Yeah?" He made a mocking look to taunt you, "You expected me? Nah. Oh no, I ain't apologizin for shit."

You grit your teeth trying so hard not to do what he wants; yell. He wants you to yell, lose your cool, get you all angry so he can smirk that he got under your skin maybe even hoping it would end in bondage or make up sex...

You turned back to doing dishes since these two brotherly slobs sure the Hell didn't. "Well, then that's that then...Guess we have nothing to say."

♡ He's outraged and glaring daggers. Either yelling at you or storming out slamming the door. If he didn't love you he'd grab you by your hair and threaten you but sadly his heart aches at you mad at him or afraid of him

♡ After a while he will feel bad, or at least, want his wife back. If you were JUST a victim like he tries to act like sometimes then you would've been dead or dragged down to the room under the gas station for an 'attitude adjustment'...But you actually mean something to him.

♡ He knows dragging you down to that room as punishment for an actual domestic issue would make everything 10x worse. It would only make one of the few people (What? Vincent maybe Lester and you? That's it.) fear him or hate him and deep down inside he doesn't want that even if he DOES want your compliance

♡ Yelling? Oh he secretly loves it. Feels like 'I love you' to a traumatized guy like him. Crying? Eh, makes him feel bad but he can wave it off as you just being an over emotional female. Hitting? He'd get turned on and rough. A slap feels like kiss to him.

♡ Silent treatment? He hates it. Hates it so so much. It's like he's a teary eyed lil boy begging his parents to not be mad at him all over again or acting out just to get attention

♡ So, a few days later, you blink at him having fixed a cabinet you were complaining about in the kitchen and he laid your favorite snacks silently on the table. A tiny offering that felt like a creature giving it to you rather than a man. Like a dog giving you a dead bird with puppy eyes wanting to be told they did good.

♡ This was...A new side of Bo you weren't use to. He won't look at you, looks extra tense, waiting but uncomfortable.

"What's this?..." You asked softly in confusion. Secretly missing talking to him too.

He shifted his weight with his arms folded and eyes downcast, "Just...Got snacks ya might like while I was down at the store gettin' stuff to fix the cabinet." He shrugged averting his eyes and clearing his throat. "Thought...Ya been...Um...W-Workin' hard round here keepin' things a float and got em is all." He gave as awkward as a teen boy as you stared at him. "Ya really...Ya make this place home, ya know...Mama might even have competition. She'd be proud how you turned this place back to a home with a feminine touch."

He barely looked up through his lashes. His blue eyes secretly pleading with you for forgiveness he didn't know how to ask for or apology he didn't know how to give. Not without it feeling like ripping his own tongue out. All he knew was to hype you up in some way.

♡ This shit was getting out of hand like most arguments with him would and you were starting to realize him giving you snacks or fixing something like a caveman is the closest apology you'll get.

♡ You both hug it out and you pour your heart out while he stiffly hugs you and yet buries his tired face into your neck...He still will use his ego to justify in his mind that he was the bigger person BUT he's secretly keeping notes to not do xyz again.

♡ He's a good husband but he just needs redirected sometimes and he'll even tell you that.

[fleurrypoet]

Okay let me start this by saying I was a big bobby is alive truther since 8x15 ended

Though I went into 8x16 believing he'd be dead because that's what I had to do. Was I happy with believing that no. There was a big part of me still hoping that he'd turn up alive.

Anyways this episode was just so so bad like worst episode of TV I've ever seen. (And I've seen bad TV)

I honestly don't even know where to start with this.

He was on the show for 8 years. 8 whole years and this is how you say goodbye to your main character and to Peter Krause.

The disrespect I've seen towards both bobby and Peter has been diabolical.

We got a 2 week time jump for what. Oh so you could skip over the shock everyone felt and skip over their feelings.

You scream realism but yet somehow 2 weeks after the person that meant the most to each one of those characters dies their somehow just okay with it.

This subplot of the mother thinking her son was kidnapped was cruel to do to the fans.

You took a story and had it metaphorically represent the fans the mother was the fans believing the child/bobby was alive.

Everything to do with that mothers storyline represented what the fans had been saying since the funeral bts leaked. The writers literally wrote the episode to laugh in our faces and be like fuck you.

Tim Minear said he stuck in the hotshots bit earlier on in the season (comfort captain scene I'm talking about) to foreshadow bobby dying (which I don't understand because Brad ended up making captain banner survive) but say this foreshadowed Bobby's death is another fuck you to the fans. He's like I see you guys find comfort in bobby as much as the characters of the show so guess what I'm gonna kill him.

I also agree that I think a lot of the characters were acting so weird in the episode.

●Chimney's survivors guilt was so choppy I couldn't follow it.

●Buck who literally said bobby was the father he never had barely showed any emotion (yes I watched the 8x15 I know bobby told him they were going to need him so people will argue that buck was suppressing his feelings) but like literally we barely got a tear at the funeral. THE FUNERAL OF THE MAN WHO CHANGED HIS LIFE FOR THE BETTER.

● Eddie only coming back the morning of the funeral like WHAT THE HELL this would not of happened eddie would of been on the first flight back to la once he heard the news. You know why because BOBBY CHANGED HIS LIFE TOO.

●Hen also barely showed any emotion like considering bobby was the first person to really accept her and chimney as part of the 118 and we barely got anything from her it was like she just accepted it.

● Ravi well cmon you spent half of 8x14 showing ravi contemplate his place at the 118 because he nearly got bobby killed to him telling bobby he would get the antiviral and that he was no longer going to quit and it basically looked like he accepted Bobby's death too.

●Before anyone says we have two more episodes to explore their grief yeh we do but cmon in an episode about their captain they could've showed more emotion. BOBBY CHANGED EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEIR LIVES FOR THE BETTER THEY WOULD NOT HAVE GOTTEN OVER HIS DEATH AND ACTED THE WAY THEY DID AFTER 2 WEEKS.

Gerrard showed more goddam emotion than some of them and he barely knew them.

If you really wanted athena to work a case that was one bobby had been called to years ago you could have done it without taking up the whole episode. Not to mention like it's supposed to be some story to help Athena to get out of the denial stage yet she was never in it. She was looking at places in the mosoleum she couldn't do much else seeing as the military still wouldn't release his body.

Like I saw the post episode stills and we missed out on scenes from athena's parents and bobbys mom and brother. Like I would have preferred to see them than some case you used to laugh at fans with. In the end all we saw was the side of Charlie's head.

The funeral itself got the last 5 mins dedicated to it. How is that an episode about remembering bobby only got 5 minutes to remember him. I would have preferred to have seen his full funeral and then them all together remembering Bobby. This would of also been a good way to use flashbacks and in whole made the episode better. Like the 118 sharing their memories of him.

In whole the episode was not a good send off for a beloved captain.

Peter krause also has been so disrespected in this whole process. Like firstly with both 8x14 and 8x15 a character who peter loved playing in overall got an average of maybe 15 minutes at most for his death and funeral. ONLY 15 MINUTES. Not to mention he didn't want to leave and this has been confirmed by Tim Minear himself that it wasn't Peters idea it was Tim's. How do you turn around to your lead actor and executive producer and tell him oh I'm killing your character off and all he's going to get is at most a 5 min (I think it was less) for his death scene and then his funeral and remembrance episode in totals if we include the times peter himself appeared in the episode maybe like what 7 minutes. 7 minutes to say goodbye I really don't understand it. (Also I know that doesn't add up to 15 mins but I'm giving and average incase I missed something)

The 9-1-1 page itself never even acknowledged Peter. Let me spell this out for you WITHOUT PETER THEIR WOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN BOBBY NASH. He doesn't even get a sentence thanking him for his commitment to the role.

Peter said last year he could do a 100 more episodes of 9-1-1 its like Tim Minear heard that and was like I'm gonna make sure that doesn't happen. Why? Idk

In regards to the rest of the cast I'm just so puzzled by all of them.

Angela has two different stories on how she found out one was by phone call and one was by reading the script.

Kenny has been the only consistent person making it know that he was against this decision.

Aisha and her multiple changing captions was just way to confusing.

Ryan has basically just taken the piss out of it again no real appreciation towards peter.

Oliver has quiet frankly pissed me off in the last couple of days. Firstly his goodbye post gets archived exactly three days before the episode. After talking so much in the past about his relationship with Peter it seems so odd to archive it, but also no one will convince me he didn't know what he was doing or that he was archiving it because it didn't match his aesthetic. BECAUSE THATS NOT WHY HE ARCHIVED IT. He knew he would set the fans crazy it would make them think oh he's not dead. And I think firstly it's horrible to do the fans (he knows what these characters mean to them) but also in ways it's disrespectful to Peter because he didn't even keep it up for a whole FREAKIN MONTH.

The script leaks by both oliver and Jennifer is also horrible towards the fans because firstly who has time to create a fake script but also how were they convinced to leak it. Like what do you mean you leaked a script about bobby being alive when you know he's dead. How do you do that to the fans. Why? It's horrible.

The funeral leaks themselves and Tim minear saying he didn't think that would happen what's he going on about he filmed it downtown on a busy street in front of the public like what??? 911 isn't a show no one knows about like. It was going to get leaked for God sake. The funeral should've been kept a secret.

This is long and messy af so sorry but my thoughts are messy I haven't processed anything I know for sure that killing bobby off will ruin the show. People don't watch for realism we watch for the found family and the escape from reality it provides.

This has taken me days to compile all together I've still been reading a lot on here so my minds still going back and forth between if he is or if he's not. But I'm just trying not to hold out all my hope on it because I have a feeling ill be so devastated if he's still dead by the end of the season. Though I'll probably always hold out hope that they'll fix their mistake and make him be alive.

I will say though and it kills me to say it (because up until this storyline I have loved this show with all my heart) if Bobby is truly dead come the end of season 8 I won't be tuning in for season 9. I honestly can not see a way this show can work without him.

Also I just saw the 8x17 still why do they all look like literally no one is dead and this whole team + Athena have just moved on.

Anyways I'm not sure how much more I'll post on hear I might just stick to reading but yeh...

[gothamite-rambler]

Batman gives a good example as to why he has the contingency plans he has to the Justice League. This isn't hate to any of the heroes in this either. I love the JLA, but after reading many of these comics and watching the shows I can see why Batman has these plans, prep times and slight paranoia of those he sees as friends or associates. Also I'm a big fan of Aquaman too so... Fair warning there's some Aquaman praise in this.

Batman turned his back on the Justice League members who were scolding him, their voices rising as they told him to get rid of his contingency plans or at least make them less brutal. Ignoring their protests, he whistled sharply, the sound cutting through the tension in the room.

With that, he strode purposefully toward the window in the JLA meeting room, determination in his step.

Batman: You know, when four of you got Jokerized and attacked me, I was recovering from fear toxin. That made things even worse that day.

Batman went silent for a second, the other members backing away until only Superman, Flash, Wonder Woman, and Aquaman remained front and center.

Batman: I don't like having to fight you, but I almost died that day. I actually feared some of you, and that’s saying a lot since I rarely take you seriously. You were in hospital beds for two weeks, wearing those sick, twisted smiles and completely unmoving. I could've been killed if I didn't have my plans. You could've died yourself from the Joker toxin and God knows the damage you four could do to your own cities.

Batman cracked his neck and took a deep breath. Wonder Woman looked down at the floor, ashamed. Flash frowned, his shoulders slumping. Superman struggled to find the right words, and Aquaman felt the same weight of the moment.

Batman: I have these plans so you don't kill me. I have these plans so you don't kill the people in your cities. I have these plans to protect everyone on Earth! I want to not have them and I do see you as... friends... Associates.. colleagues to a degree, but you haven't given me a good reason to put my life on the line for any of you.

No one spoke for a few seconds. Superman cleared his throat hopeful what he said wouldn't sound bad.

Superman: I mean if you could just make them less intense.

Green Lantern (John): Man, that was actually the worst thing you could've said.

Batman turned to face the group, his expression neutral, but the fury inside him was boiling over. He was at his breaking point, the metaphorical water slipping from the pot. While he regretted having to raise his voice, he felt he had no other choice.

Batman (shouting): I am a Justice League member and I will work with you, but if you don't stop pestering me about my contingency plans, I will go insane and I am taking you all with me!

Most of the Justice League: …

Batman: If the next person who talks says something that I find even a little irritating and makes me have those insane people's thoughts, I'm taking away every single vending machine in this building as well!

Aquaman: Hey, just speaking for the group here, but you seem to be going through some stuff and we're exacerbating that frustration. You're still mad at some of us for getting Jokerized and attacking you.

Batman: Which led to me contemplating death more and losing my memory.

Aquaman: Yeah, we said some rude things.

Batman (deadpan tone): Wonder Woman said she always hated me.

Wonder Woman: I wasn't in my right mind.

Batman: Superman talked like Bizarro and almost killed me.

Superman: I am really sorry about that, buddy.

Batman (glaring at the speedster): Flash… go to hell, Barry.

Flash (saddened): How come mine wasn't descriptive?

Batman (to Aquaman): And you ... I actually find you pleasant when you're not insane so I'm not that mad.

Wonder Woman: Why did that wound me?

Aquaman: While I appreciate that, you have every right to not trust us for a while. You saved us and kept us safe while we got better. I can't believe what I'm about to say... Batman, after what I went through, I get why you have those plans.

Batman: You do?

JLA members: You do?

Aquaman: I do now. Batman, first, thank you for saving us after we went Joker levels of insane. I'm sorry for attacking you and all the awful things I said which weren't true. The others are sorry as well.

Batman: You're forgiven, I wasn't mad at any of you since you weren't in your right mind that day, but my contingencies are what I keep for a reason.

Aquaman: I don't blame you, they came in handy; you got us an antidote before we got worse and although my face hurts from smiling that much, I'm glad that I'm better now. If it weren't for your incredible paranoia and quick thinking, I wouldn't be back with Mera and my son. For that, I am eternally grateful and again deeply apologize for dismissing your plans earlier.

Batman blinked, crossing his arms, secretly relieved to hear this, even if he did get called paranoid. That paranoia had helped him in the past.

Everyone else stared at Aquaman, some at how charming he was, the others annoyed he was siding with Batman. Superman was just jealous.

Wonder Woman: I often forget you're a king until you start talking like that. Impressive.

Aquaman: I'll take that as a compliment. Batman, if we hold back on criticizing most of your contingencies can you give us a tenth chance?

Batman closed his eyes, mentally debating what to say next.

Batman (clearing his throat): Apology accepted, Arthur. Thank you for understanding my plans. I can find it in my heart to give you all a hundred and twentieth chance. But don't mess it up.

The JLA members nodded, voicing their gratitude for the second chance. Batman sighed, feeling a headache forming.

Aquaman: Alright, thanks. Now, will I see you for movie night this Friday?

Superman: Movie night?

Batman: Yeah, I don't find you nearly as annoying as everyone else. Especially Hal.

Hal Jordan: I didn't even say anything! And I didn't even attack you!

Superman: You don't find him nearly as annoying as everyone else? I'm not included in that am I?

Batman: Most of the time.

Batman walked past the group, heading out the building.

Superman: Most... Most of the time? Okay I can accept that, but look at him! He looks like a surfer dude! No offense Aquaman.

Aquaman: That's not an insult to me, thanks for the compliment.

Flash: Hm, I see it now.

[selena-was-ton]

DreamnoBlade Au! Divorced and shared custody!

nf$w mention, !Fully Consensual! They both got caught up in the moment tho! You'll understand if I write down Technoe other pov for this!

(BUT! Tell me if it doesn't like lt please! I don't want to make it seem like victim blaming! Tell me if it does and I'll try to fix it please! New writer!)

[I'm half asleep writing this but i frankly got the motivation rush randomly, so forgive me for miss spelling]

#SeparatedLovers

DREAMS POV:

It wasn't fair, it wasn't how it was supposed to go, it wasn't fair- it wasn't fair- it wasnt-

Dream sat in the cell, Alone, cold, hungry, thirsty, But so so so Alone and Used

Techno was there- he was there before- Techno was next to him when he fell asleep- he swore! He promised he wouldn't leave him! He swore! (They all swore before, they all promised to be with him, and everyone left him, why is he surprised?)

Dream was cluncthing onto the Red cape like his life dependent on it, Techno had left too, Techno left him Again.

And right after he had given himself up to him, he had allowed the piglin man to touch him after being so fearful of touch, Just like before the Prison, A Fucking day before he was thrown in the prison he allowed him to mark and touch him.

Techno had to know they were going to throw him in there, Niki was there, Niki always told Techno everything, Techno had betrayed him- but before so he took what he had wanted for so long and threw him away the second he took it, he didn't fight for him, Techno had Swore-

Dream felt a sob slip out as his body trembled, Techno left again- he should had known- Techno had been asking questions about the Revival book "So how does it work?" And kept pressuring him for information about it.

[Which btw c!Techno did ask questions about it]

And Dream told him more then he told Sir and Warden himself.. maybe that's why he came? To get information about it and dream had foiled straight through it by some sweet words and soft touches.

Then Techno touched him in other areas, and dream allowed it, he was so desperate for the man he loved- maybe- just maybe

Dream throws up into the corner of the cold alone cell, hiccups ripped through him. It wasn't fair- it wasn't fair- it wasn't fair-

The warden did come in, and that was a whole thing, hits and yelling when he found out Techno was gone, maybe part of the act? Dream couldn't form words

Dream was silent, looking down the cold hard obsidian, wrapped around himself was the cloak still despite eventually and also because he was naked underneath since the piglin men had ripped them off.

His warden seemed to notice and maybe despite all that yelling Dream could even see a small bit of pity in his eyes- [Yes its that bad] that even Sam felt bad.

The warden gave him clothes and left. Something about quackity and secrets but dream didn't care to listen....

_______

After three months of giving up hope and just surviving but not living. Techno broke in.

Dream was surprised! He thought- Of course Techno wouldn't leave him! He was stupid!! The man loved him! Dream was so happy, and full of excitement that he basically threw himself into the piglins arms who shooed him off to put in the armor quickly (ow?) But it's okay! As he put in the armor he noticed his stomach had a small bulge, Dream was confused but decided to ignore it and deal with that later.

And Then they were outside! Dream breathed in Fresh air! He felt water! He felt the sun on his face! (The sun hurt his eyes so bad he felt like his eyes were Burning alive, The air felt cold even though everyone else seemed alright, the water made him want to cry in fear when he had to hold his breath and swim up)

There almost there! He was gonna be out! He was-

Shouting, The warden was shouting about something, everything felt like too much- his body arched painfully, too many noises, Then Ranboo- oh prime Ranboo! He wasn't fond of the guy but Techno cared for him- the Wardens voice made Dream want to follow orders- they wanted dream back!

Dream didn't know what to do- He worked be dragged back and hurt more if he agreed! And he was do close to freedom! But then- Before Dream could make a decision it was made for him, Ranboo got killed right there....

The Next few things that happened felt like a awful nightmare, They were outside Technos home, Techno screams at him, He is kicked out, Left defenseless, Heart broken, and Alone...

Dream walked for nearly two days straight, he was so so so cold, everything burned, Then he met up with Punz and drean passed out in His arms.

Then, Dream found out he was pregnant, he should had felt something, but he felt nothing but sadness inside. In a moment of blind anger and a meltdown he chops off the Mating braid from his hair and regrets it right away and sobs alone as punz has to keep his act far away.

After depressing weeks on laying in bed and being absolutely miserable, Dream writes to Techno about it and decided to meet up with him despite his heart crying out loud. When Techno meets him again and tries to hold him Dream felt nothing but pure tiredness, after Dream talked to him about the 50/ 50 Techno still didn't agree, He wasn't listening and that made Dream more tired and exhausted. He knew Techno would be a amazing Dad, but he felt nothing but nothing for him right now himself. Dream just left that argument feeling more drained then before....

Dreams Pregancy was hard, painful and awful if Dream had to say, it was nothing like he was promised. Punz helped all the days he could, but he had to leave a lot. The stress felt more intense as Techno kept pressing him to move into his cabin with him but finally he gave birth, alone and scared and hurting with only ponk who was a doctor and owed him a favor for this.

Theodosia was worth a thousand sun's, he had trouble bonding with her since he isn't exactly good with kids, and he hadn't expected to get pregnant so young at 23... but here she was, and he was gonna try his best even if she wasn't planed..

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After Theodosia got old enough they started the 50 spilt between them, Dream loved her but he kind of enjoyed the time alone not having to take care of her. Most of those days he just slept in or cried and it would lead to a meltdown.

Techno was trying to act like they were all fine, he started to try flirt with him, give him sweet words and promises, Just like before. But dream refused to let him break him down again....Never again.

My boyyyyysssss, my babys,, they need to communicate betterrrrrr

This is from what Dream looks the situation like