#i hope it shows up in the tags yhis time

[vulnonapix1234]

I might actually have a coherent story for my mermaid au.

Art comes first though

Basically, Hobie saves Miles from an blackmarked when he was 12 and Miles was 10.

He was a really poor kid that just wanted to steal some food when he came across a really fucked up fish in a fish bowl.

(Mermaids that haven't gone through puberty are more fish than person)

When said fucked up fish pleaded for his help, he couldn't say no.

No one deserved to be chained up and locked away.

So he stole the fish, threw him into the ocean and was the most wanted person on his island for a few weeks.

10 years later and Hobie is in a bit of a prickle.

He had been separated from his crewmates after some marine idiots destroyed their ship.

Somehow he made it to the next island and he also got the signal of where his other crewmembers are.

The problem?

He had no idea how to reach it.

Hobie could, of course, always steal a ship, but he wasn't stupid enough to travel the seas alone.

So he was most likely stuck.

Then walks in the most beautiful person he has ever seen.

(Don't tell pav that)

Their eyes met and the pretty boy walked towards him with fast steps.

"You don't remember me, do you?"

His words where carful as he starred at him and Hobie could only shake his head.

Hed remember such pretty eyes.

"It's fine. After all, it had been a long time. Let me just say that you have one good by me"

It sounded like an extremely obvious trap.

A beautiful man comes up to the pirate in need and offers him his help.

And yet. Hobies gut instincts told him that the guy was save.

So they steal a small boat and travel a few days to the signaled meet up point.

It was then that hobie truly saw that Miles was a great navigator and a delight to be around.

He never thought that he would learn so much about art than he did on the time they where on the boat together.

He really wanted Miles to be apart of his crew, but he also didn't want to force him to become a criminal.

So he was ready to say goodbye to him when he reunited with his crew.

Exept that some of them actually knew them.

Apparently, he was in an adventure with Peter, Ham, Noir, Penny and Gwen a few years back.

(Funnily, it had started out similar to theirs. Exept that he punched an admiral in the face)

So Peter made him join their crew, as it had to be fate, and Miles seemed to be delighted about it.

(Hobie had made sure that he didn't feel pressured into it)

So, everything worked out fine, right?

Their ship finally had someone that was good at navigation and Margo could finally concentrate on her machines.

Wrong. Because their Captain hated Miles guts for some reasons.

Miguel might be an ashole and all, but he usually treated his crew with care.

(The truth is that Miguel could bear the look of Miles. Of a mermaid standing on his deck and claiming someone on his crew. After all. The love of a mermaid was possessive and ruinous and he wouldn't let that monster hurt those who are his.)

(The real truth is that Miguel once was a mermaid, before his scales where robbed from him. Seeing Miles made him remember of his live bellow the ocean. Memories of a better time with his family. )

(Miles had been unsure what he did to anger the older mermaid. No matter how often he signaled that he didn't mean harm, the older still reacted as if he would rip out his throat. )

(That was till Miles learned about the robbery. Then he reacted in violence)

[chezzywezzy]

My Self-Shipping thingy submission

Hi! It's me, I figured out who I wanted to use, but it may take a tiny bit of explaining.

I have green eyes and brown hair. My friends know me to be very artistic, sweet, and funny. I'm also known to think logically in dire situations, and to also care for many people. I would like to be shipped with Hatty Hattington from BattleBlock Theater!

(Now here's where explaining may come in handy)

BattleBlock Theater is best known as a comedy-platform game from 2013, where the most important character is Hatty Hattington. In the game, you are a prisoner basically trying to rescue Hatty and leave a mysterious island you washed up on. Really, all I'm asking is if you can portray Hatty Hattington as a 'distinguished gentleman', but funny and sweet, as most people portray him, and I don't mind what you do with the rest.

If you need help at all, there's plenty of fanart of him that may give you ideas, and there are also X Reader stories of him on a site called Wattpad.

If this can happen, I'd be so happy! If not, that's totally okay, and I still love your work!!! :D

I can't exactly do a full one-shot since I'm not experienced at the game (and also, you were supposed to give me a fandom/genre and not an actual character) but I'll try my best!



Hatty's a rather possessive and delusional feller. From his times of being a prisoner, he's been so isolated that he'd cling onto anyone. It's even better that yhis savior was such a lovely person!

Hatty is a gentleman when it comes to you. He wants to do his best to woo you, even though by showing up to rescue him in the first place, he figures he has it in the bag. How he is with others isn't the same, though. In reality, he's fairly two-faced. Dapper and kind and clingy to you, while being cruel and threatening to everyone else who he deems unworthy of your presence.

If you try to continue your adventures afterwards, despite his disagreement, he'll be forced to tag along. He may be recuperating from the trauma of being a prisoner for so long, but if it means he gets to stay with you, it'd be worth it.

His only hope is that you and him would finally settle down in isolation after you run around for a bit. Maybe with time, too, his real personality would shine through and you might realize that he's a bit off, though.

[thesoftdumbass]

Ralphie Who?

Sam Wilson x reader

Musikat’s Winter Wonderland Challenge

Word Count: 1.5K

Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton

Warnings: the boys being idiots, icicles, cursing, tickle fight, and a snowball fight

Summary: Sam is dared to lick an icicle and you have to help him out.

A/N: I wrote this for @musikat18 writing challenge (happy birthday darling, I am so sorry it’s a day late!) and my prompt was Icicle! I know in A Christmas Story, Ralphie gets his tongue stuck to a metal pole, but I changed it up a bit to fit the prompt. I hope you guys like it, cause I had fun writing it! And happy holidays to all of you lovelies

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The world outside is perfect and snowy as you sit in the common room, re-reading your favorite book and enjoying a hot cup of tea as the rest of the Compound is quiet. You adjust underneath your plush, fuzzy blanket and take a moment to close your eyes and breathe a sigh of contentment at the peaceful environment around you.

Your phone pings twice on the coffee table and you resentfully open your eyes and reach for it, unlocking the device and opening the text message.

Sam: Y/N I’m in a situation

Sam: You gotta help me!

You: What do you need, Samuel? I was having a nice afternoon.

Sam: Please come outside and help me

You: But it’s so cooooold!

Sam: Sweetheart I need your assistance and I would really appreciate it if you came outside.

Sam: Pretty please with kisses on top?

You: I can read the sarcasm in those texts, you punk.

You: Give me a few minutes 🙄

Standing up you take a moment to grab your coat and a scarf and complete your ensemble with a hat and gloves, making sure all of your extremities are completely covered. You may like looking at the snow, but hypothermia doesn’t sound a lot of fun.  Sam had texted that he is at the outdoor training area, so you head to the obstacle course set up beside the running track. What you see when you get there both confuses and amuses you.

There sits your boyfriend, his tongue forcibly hanging out of his mouth as it is stuck to the large icicle that had formed on a piece of training equipment and you have to bite your lip to keep a laugh from spilling out of you. Clint and Bucky are standing behind Sam, barely holding in their giggles for the time being.

“Samuel, what the hell is that?”

The man in question turns to look at you from where he is sat slouched on the snowy ground, annoyance displayed clearly on his face while a smile lifts the corner of your mouth.

“Whah’you yhink yhis is,” he asks incredulously, or at least you think so. It’s a little hard to tell.

As Sam speaks around his tongue hanging out of his mouth, the two idiots standing behind him start laughing, loud guffaws leaving their throats and Bucky is bent in half, holding his stomach. A short laugh escapes your lips and at the glare Sam sends you, you cover your mouth with a hand, looking away wearing a smirk.

You pull your phone out of your pocket, pulling up the camera app and snapping a few pictures as blackmail and cooing at your boyfriend, making funny faces as he continues to send you deathly glares. When Bucky and Clint finally calm down enough for you to hear, and Sam grows tired of your teasing, he tries for another barely-intelligible sentence.

“Cahh yuh helm me ahready?”

You tilt your head to the side as you try to hear his intended words behind the slurred language, the corner of your mouth drawing up into a slight smirk when it clicks a moment later. “Can I help you? Is that what you want?” Sam lets out a shout, and you interpret it as the universal noise of “yeah, duh!”

You lean down to place a kiss on his forehead, making Sam let out a small huff. “I’ll be right back, baby.” You then turn a harsh expression on your friends, “You morons better not aggravate him more while I’m gone. We all know that grumpy Sam is even less fun than normal Sam.” This earns you two different chuckles and one distinct huff, but you just give Sam another kiss and walk back into the compound to retrieve supplies.

Quickly, you head back into the main building and straight to the kitchen. Pulling the tea kettle out of the cabinet, you fill it with water and place it on the stove to warm, trying not to heat it too much. You waste time on your phone until you hear the telltale whistle of the kettle and take it off the burner, pouring a cup of plain water and steeping a mug of Sam’s favorite tea, making sure to add just the right amount of sugar.

Taking the mugs full of hot liquid, you walk as fast as you dare back to the small group outside, making sure not to spill any on yourself. You roll your eyes as you come upon the scene just as you left it, only now Sam is ranting unintelligibly, and when that fails to get the point across, holds two middle fingers up toward your teammates. You chuckle under your breath and come closer, carefully sitting on the ground next to him and handing over the first mug of warm liquid.

Taking a sniff of the contents, Sam looks at you with a crease between his brows. “Haah wa-er? Is’sat all yhis is?”

“Yep, it’s just hot water.” Sam gives you a doubtful expression but you gesture to the mug. “It’s what google said to do.”

“I coulda tol’ yuh yhat.”

“Sure, but you’re also the one that got an icicle stuck to your tongue, so your judgment may not be the best right now. I wanted to double check.” You raise your eyebrows, the expression on your face making it clear that you’re growing impatient.

“Yhey dared me,” Sam mutters childishly and you shake your head at his antics.

“Drink the water, Samuel, please. It’s fucking cold out here.”

Sam starts to sip the water, and even with the cold atmosphere lowering the temperature, it still seems warm enough to start melting the ice that has been sticking to his tongue for who knows how long.

Sam is slowly trickling the liquid from the mug into his mouth from one side, swishing his head from side to side to coat his tongue in the warm liquid, melted ice dripping down his chin in the process. You’re honestly surprised that the icicle hadn’t melted just from Sam’s body heat, but the frigid air must have lowered the temperature from his breath and stayed in solid form.

Bucky has his arms crossed over his chest as he watches the process, head tilted to the side. “Y/N, are you sure you want this to happen?”

Your head tilts in confusion at the comment but Clint speaks up from beside you before you can open your mouth. “Yeah, I mean..ice is a nice accessory. Plus, it goes with his face.” A self-satisfied smirk crosses the archer’s face once he says the diamond pun, only growing with the added dumb comment.

Instead of dignifying that with a response, you just play into it. “I am very sure. No matter how dumb and cute he looks like this, it would make kissing him really chilly. Besides, he’s my boyfriend and I like his face the way it is.”

“Just ‘like?’ Wow, babe, I’m honestly so hurt right now.”

As you were putting up with your friends being idiots, the icicle had been reduced to nothing and Sam’s mouth was left frost-free if a little numb. You look up in surprise to hear him speaking normally, smiling widely. You shake your head fondly and peck your boyfriend on his still slightly cold lips. “I love your face, darling, you know that.”

Sam kisses your lips again when you hand him the still hot cup of tea, wrapping an arm around your shoulder in a relaxed gesture. You sit in the peaceful silence of the still snowy atmosphere for a few minutes, Clint and Bucky having left a few minutes ago when the shenanigans ended, and fold yourself into Sam’s side, using his body heat to keep you warm on the frozen ground. He sits just enjoying your presence with his head leaned against yours, thankful that you came and helped him since the others wouldn’t, until a thought suddenly occurs.

“Hey Y/N…” he trails off.

“Yes, baby,” you question lazily, still observing your surroundings contentedly.

“You’re not going to show those pictures you took to anybody, are you?”

You think of the dozens of photos you snapped of Sam when you found him and smile. “Of course not, Sam,” he sighs in relief until you continue your sentence, “although I may have already posted them to the group chat.”

Sam closes his eyes in exasperation as a telltale ‘ping’ sounds off from your phone, and you start to giggle, the joy breaking out from your chest and he can’t help but smile, shaking his head.

“You’re adorable,” Sam says, and despite the cute words, you still, detecting a hint of something mischievous in his tone, “too bad that won’t save you from payback, sweetheart!”

And suddenly there are hands around your waist, fingers moving up and down your sides rapidly, drawing loud laughter from you. After a few minutes of the sweet torture, you tap out, laying back in the snow as Sam lets you go.

Under the ruse of calming yourself down, you roll onto your side away from him, and only turn back around when you have a perfectly formed snowball in your hands. You let it fly the short distance to him and it hits him on the side of the face, drawing a surprised noise from his perfect lips. You scoot a few feet away as Sam draws himself up, pulling snow into his palms.

“Oh, it’s on, sweetheart!”

Post-A/N: Hey you guys, I really hope you liked my little fic! I really love Sam and the gang, and you just know they would get up to some shenanigans. Please leave feedback if you liked this, I’m hoping to post some more fics soon! Thank you all for reading!

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