#like she's not interested in him at all until he opens up to her

[evilkitten3]

this is an interesting concept but i'm going to disagree.

madara doesn't really talk about izuna ever, he keeps that to himself. madara kinda just…. doesn't tell people stuff. he didn't even tell obito he had more than one sibling.

moreover, i don't think madara really thought extremely highly of izuna's abilities - not bc he thought izuna was a weakling or something but bc his view of strength/genius is pretty much based around hashirama, and anyone who can't measure up to that had to do serious damage to him to even really register as an opponent at all. and izuna could have only ever really been his ideological opponent, and since madara took the side of izuna and his clan when it came to peace, that never played out.

almost all information we have about izuna at all comes from people who aren't madara, all of whom gave that information to the audience for the sole purpose of manipulating another character (almost exclusively sasuke) - that is, itachi, obito, and hashirama. we have no idea where itachi got all of his info from, presumably a mix of obito and whatever was accessible to him in the clan, but we know a good chunk of it was bs from the beginning, and itachi is both a known liar and also frequently just wrong about shit. obito actually got his knowledge straight from the source, but we don't know how much of what he was told was the truth, we don't know how much of what he told sasuke was what madara told him, and the only thing we really do know is that a good chunk of it was straight-up not true at all.

our final source is hashirama, who's probably the most reliable source regardless of his own agenda in his storytelling bc most of what he tells us about izuna is from having actually met the guy, but even then he's more focused on how izuna's existence affects madara, and all we really get from him is that izuna was actually killed by tobirama, it was izuna and the uchiha clan rather than madara himself who opposed peace (possibly also the senju clan; hashirama didn't really seem all that interested in what his clan thought about it lol), and presumably gave his eyes to madara willingly (which isn't nothing, especially since it kind of renders both itachi and obito's accounts of izuna devoid of much actual info on izuna himself).

what we know from madara is that he views izuna's eyes as the last remnant of izuna that still exists, and that he's willing to use those eyes to achieve his own ends in ways izuna likely wouldn't have been ok with (tell me he would've been down with his own uchiha eyeballs in an uzumaki's skull. look at me and tell me that. it's bs). what he told hashirama about izuna when they were kids was pretty much just "i have one brother left and i will protect him no matter what", which.... doesn't really speak to madara viewing izuna as a brilliant genius who could take care of himself (tho again this is in large part due to madara being so stupidly strong that most people are basically just not really going to register to him as threats).

in my eyes, madara's hurt over the clan's rejection of him was more due to how said rejection reinforced the deep-seated trust issues he's had since childhood (madara's relationship with trust is weird as hell, but i'm pretty comfortable saying he honestly didn't trust izuna all that much. not in a way where he thought izuna was going to betray him or the clan, but in the sense of not really thinking he could rely on him to support him, which. he couldn't).

madara is a character whose struggles with communication are readily apparent, but while i think he does resent his clan to some degree over their turning away from him, he's also aware that it's in part his own fault (tho i think his reasoning as to why is incorrect, or at best deeply flawed).

none of this is to say that madara didn't love izuna, bc of course he did, or that he wasn't proud of him (i assume he was, tho it's hard to be sure), but.... i really don't think there's anything in the manga that supports this theory; most of what i recall (can't get up to check rn bc most of my volumes are at home and also my cat is sitting on me) actively contradicts it.

[demonpiratehuntress]

period madness (Straw Hats + Ace, Law, Kaku)

featuring - Zoro x F!Reader, Ace x F!Reader, Sanji x F!Reader, Luffy x F!Reader, Kaku x F!Reader, Law x F!Reader, Usopp x F!Reader

summary - it's that time of the month and they have...interesting...ways of dealing with it

warnings - none

a/n - I've done this with the live action Straw Hats so i wanted to do this with their anime versions too, plus the ones who aren't in the LA yet

ZORO

Zoro jerked awake to the sound of pots crashing and clanging in the kitchen. He was unaccustomed to that, because Sanji never let anyone in the kitchen but himself. That and the aggressive sounds were usually only caused by him and then cook during their arguments. So when he got up to investigate, he was not prepared for the sight before him.

You were throwing pots and pans at the cook, who was barely able to dodge your pinpoint accuracy. He was holding his hands up and shaking them, saying, "No, no, no darling!" or slipping into panicked French.

The swordsman found it difficult to hold back his laughter and ended up chortling, catching yours and the cook's attention.

"What are YOU laughing at?" You glared daggers at him, chucking one of the pots at him. It hit him smack in the head, and he glared at you before seeing the look on your face.

He had never been more terrified.

"You're both idiots," you grumbled, rubbing your uterus before storming out of the kitchen. Sanji sighed in relief, before you called out behind you, "I want another one!" He jumped and ran around the kitchen, desperately making something - whatever you'd asked for.

"What's wrong with her?" Zoro gruffly asked the cook.

"She's on her period," Nami walked past, beaming and looking unusually happy.

Zoro vaguely knew what a period was. He didn't quite know how it worked, but he knew that women became oddly aggressive and emotional during their week. He didn't know about the blood, though, until he walked into your room after you and saw red staining your clothes.

"What happened?!"

You jumped and turned around, "Zoro! Don't do that!" Then you groaned, doubling over in pain.

Over the next couple of days, the swordsman learned just what a period entailed. Very drastic, rapid mood changes, intense cravings and debilitating pain. He once claimed you were being dramatic, but that was the last time. He shivered at the memory.

He became more helpful once he fully understood what was going on with you. Threatening Sanji to make whatever you were craving for, bringing it to you, rubbing your uterus. That he could handle. Your mood swings, alas, were his undoing.

"I'm tired. Can I nap now?"

"No one asked you to do my chores," you grumbled.

He glared at you, "A thank you would be nice."

"Mhm."

He grumbled and crossed his arms, muttering something about your attitude.

"What?" Your nostrils flared.

That dangerous look on your face came again, and Zoro froze up.

"Nothing."

"Better be. Remember what happened yesterday?"

He flinched. The swordsman flinched. He didn't want to be reminded of your wrath, much less experience it again. It had been traumatic enough the first time.

Thankfully, you were much more docile when he was cuddling you after you had changed and gotten comfortable.

ACE

You weren't at breakfast one morning. Which was odd, because you were usually always there before him, saving him a spot because he was the one sleeping in.

"Where's (Name)?" He asked the other crewmembers, all of them shrugging because no one actually knew.

This was his sign to check your room. If you hadn't come to greet him and he hadn't seen you all morning, you were most likely still sleeping. Which almost never happened, since you liked to get up early and get a jumpstart on your chores around the ship.

He carefully pushed open the door to your room, and there you were. Curled up in your bed, whimpering and moaning in what sounded like pain. Immediately he grew worried, and rushed over to you.

"What's wrong??" He crouched beside the bed, trying to get you to look at him.

"Cramps," was all that you could say before another bout of pain hit you and had you changing positions. Nothing was comfortable, and you'd tried everything. "Hurts."

He frowned, but knew exactly what to do. Sure, maybe he'd forgotten that you started your period today, but he'd had enough experience with it to know what to do. He climbed onto the bed nd laid behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you. Heating his body just enough to soothe you, his hand settled over your uterus and started rubbing in comforting, slow circles. When he felt your body slowly relax, he knew it was working.

"Mhm," you hummed, sighing in relief, "Much better. Thanks, Ace."

"Anything for you," he grinned, burying his face in your neck. He continued rubbing slowly and soothingly, also enioying the closeness and intimacy that this brought. "I'll get you some chocolate later, okay?"

You managed a small laugh, "You know Thatch is not going to let you into the kitchen. You're practically banned."

"I stole ONE cake, one!" He protested. "And it wasn't even a big one!"

You laughed again, shaking your head in amused dismay, "You know you stole more than that. He knows you sneak in almost every night."

"Is that why the fridge is now locked?"

"Mhmmm," you turned your head slightly, "But it's a sweet offer."

"No, I will get you that chocolate," he insisted, making you laugh. "I will fight Thatch if I have to."

"Or," you started to suggest, "We could stop at the island that's coming up and buy our own?"

"Nah, too late," he nuzzled his face against your neck, "I went to get it for you now."

"You're too sweet to me," you sighed contently, your entire body melting under his touch, the pain dulling to a bearable ache. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"You love me," he murmured into your neck. "That's enough."

When you were sleeping, the second division commander gently disentangled himself from you and snuck off to get your chocolate. The next day, you woke up to the sweet treat on your bedside table, and a note saying that both Thatch and Ace were in the infirmary. Sighing, you got up to go see your idiot boyfriend, but a smile on your face told you that you weren't mad at him.

You could never be. He handled your mood swings like a pro, never once losing his temper. He got you whatever you craved, no complaints. And when you were in pain, he was more than happy to become your personal heater.

Every single period, he treated you with the utmost gentleness, and a patience that no one knew he had.

SANJI

Your cravings are almost impossible to deal with. If he wasn't such a great cook, Sanji might have cracked under the pressure. Every hour was something new, something strange. But whatever you want, you get.

You stumbled into the kitchen a few hours later, wondering where your food was. Only to see your boyfriend trying to fend off your captain who was trying to steal it.

"Give it to him," you grumbled, "I'll just make it myself."

Sanji's eyes widened in panic as he watched you move around the kitchen, starting to prepare the dish. He finally kicked Luffy away and rushed towards.you, dropping onto his knees before you and holding up the dish.

"No, no, no, my love! Here you go!"

You crossed your arms, "Do you think I am incapable of making my own meal?"

"No, not at all!" He shook his head frantically, his panic rising. "I just don't want you to do any unnecessary work while.you're in so much, when I am here to do it for you!"

On any other day, you might have melted and kissed him on the cheek. Today, however, that comment just pissed you off.

"So you think I'm too weak to handle a bit of pain?"

The cook was going to pass out at this rate, "No, no, no! I just don't want-"

"Because I'm a woman, is that it?"

His face kept getting paler and paler, "My love-"

"No, forget it," your mood flipped, tears brimming in your eyes. "I'm not hungry anymore." You turned on your heel and left the kitchen, and Sanji's heart sunk.

If he hated anything more than you crying, it was you crying because of him.

He got to work preparing several of your favourite dishes, mentally cursing the captain for this whole debacle. It didn't take him long, because he was also desperate and panicky, his urge to comfort you growing stronger by the second. The minute he was done he was walking to your room with all the dishes in a tray, and knocking on your door.

"Go away."

"But darling, I have your food-"

The door swung open, and once again your mood had switched and you were smiling at him like nothing had happened. You let him in, peppering his face with kisses as you immediately started to eat, leaving him with hearts in his eyes.

But also a little terrified.

After you had finished eating, he cuddled you and let you fall asleep on him. He was afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing again so he just held you, letting you guide his hand to rub your uterus soothingly.

He was a little panicky, but he always took care of you during this frustrating week.

LUFFY

He's practically immune to your emotional outbursts. He does get them from everyone on the crew almost everyday, after all. So the mood swings he can handle, he just laughs it off and hugs you or cuddles you or offers to give you extra kisses.

It's the cravings part that he has an issue with.

Luffy and food go hand-in-hand, everyone knows this. If he even so much as spots something to eat, he will gobble it down within seconds. That's why Sanji has a lock on the fridge and chains on all the cabinets, because your boyfriend cannot stop himself from eating the ship's entire food supply.

And more often than not, he will end up fighting with you about it whenever you're on your period, because he thinks it's unfair that you get more food.

"Luffy, stop bothering (Name)!" Sanji smacked his hand away from your food.

The captain pouted, "Why does she get more food?"

You glared at your clueless boyfriend, the temptation to smack him growing stronger by the second, "Luffy, you try ble-" The rest of your explanation was muffled by Nami's hand.

Luffy pouted even more as he watched you eat, confused about why you were looking at him like you wanted to eat him.

When you were done, you got up and walked away without even asking him to come with you. This was even more weird for him, and so he followed you on his own.

"(Name), what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just tired," you replied, but he knew you so well that he could tell you were lying as you sat down on your bed.

"Did I do something?" He came to sit down beside you.

You sighed, "Yes and no. Do I look fat to you?"

His eyes widened, "No, why would you say that? Who called you fat?"

"Me."

He frowned at your words, "Why would you call yourself fat?"

"Because you're always complaining about me eating more on my period and it makes me feel like I am!" You snapped, teetering on the edge of a breakdown.

"I'm sorry," he apologised quietly, sincerely. "I didn't mean to make you feel like that."

"I know, but Luffy..." You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, "You have to understand. Women go through a lot on their period, okay? We eat more, we cry more, we snap more, everything we do is increased. So is our pain. It's just something that happens every month."

"You're in pain?" He asked worriedly, "Why didn't you tell me?"

I've told you many, many times, you refrained from saying, instead sighing, "Just...please be a bit more mindful, okay?"

He nodded, wrapping his arms around you, "I promise."

He really did try. The next day he even sat you on his lap just to hold you while you ate, and even though it looked like it was difficult for him, he stopped himself from commenting. He even started bringing you food, doing anything he could to be better and actually help you through your torturous week.

KAKU

He's not stupid. He's been around you and Khalifa long enough to know what to do and what not to and what to say and what not to say during your period.

Though he sometimes has his moments, where he forgets that you're in pain because you're so good at hiding it due to the nature of your job.

You were a day or two into your period so your cramps were really bad. But Spandam was annoying you about an assignment so you ended up snapping at him and accidentally broke his nose. Now you were suspended until further notice - although no one reprimanded you for punching him.

That's how Kaku found you, seething as you stormed through the hallways of the headquarters. He himself got a little nervous when he saw your furious look. Trained assassin or not, when you looked like that he would never dream of crossing you.

Of course, he did it unintentionally.

"What happened to you?" He asked, stopping you from storming past him.

"What do you think?" You snapped, your cramps becoming unbearably painful. You needed to get out of this interaction as quickly as possible.

"Hey, easy," he took a cautious step closer, "I'm not trying to fight."

You signed, "I know." Then you started walking away, only for him to follow you. "Kaku, not right now." Your voice came out strained, and this worried him.

"Something is wrong," he insisted.

"Wow, thanks, Captain Obvious," you rolled your eyes.

He sighed, "I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong."

"That's the problem!" You whirled around, "You never know what's wrong! This happens every month and you always seem to forget!"

You would later regret snapping at him like that, but your uterus was in the process of killing you so you were more than uncomfortable, and more than miserable.

A look of realisation dawned on him, and he lifted you up into his arms to carry you bridal-style to your room. Once he laid you down on the bed, he had water ready for you to drink and he lay beside you, pulling you close and enveloping you in his warmth as he soothingly rubbed where it hurt. Over the course of the last few months, he'd gotten better at helping you through the pain.

"Thanks," you mumbled, curling up against him. "I punched Spandam, by the way. Got suspended."

He laughed, "That must have been amusing."

"Mhm..."

Before you could word a proper reply, you were drifting off. This was comfortable, and his warm hand rubbing your uterus soothingly was lulling you off to sleep. He smiled softly and continued to hold you and attempt to soothe your pain as best he could.

You woke up later to find your favourite food and drink on your bedside table, and a note saying Spandam had given Kaku your assignment, which made you laugh.

LAW

Law saw the signs before you even noticed you were exhibiting them. He was a doctor, after all, but he was also your boyfriend and had memorised each symptom that you showed before getting your period. So he knew exactly when you were getting it, but he wasn't exactly the best at helping you through it.

Especially with how angry and emotional you got. He struggled to predict your mood, and in this struggle he found that he didn't know how to properly respond to or act around you. Which led to 97% of your arguments during this time. The other 3% was you picking fights.

"(Name)-ya, you're late," he frowned when you walked into his room after breakfast.

You glared at him, "Oh I'm sorry, I was too busy dying in my bed!"

"Don't be dramatic," he sighed. "You weren't dying."

Your nostrils flared, "Excuse me?"

The look in your eyes was downright murderous. For a scary moment even he was a bit intimidated, but hes stubbornly stood his ground.

"Maybe this month the cramps are worse," you shot back, voice raising with each word. "But you wouldn't understand, you never do!" You turned and stormed out.

"You manage every other month."

He sighed, following, "(Name)-ya, wait."

"No Law," you snarled, "I'm not in the mood. Go away."

He grabbed your wrist, though not enough to hurt you, "I'm sorry."

You rolled your eyes, even more irritated by his lackluster apology, "Okay. Now can I go do my chores?"

He let go a bit awkwardly, frowning, "I can have someone do them for you."

"No, I wouldn't want to be lazy or look like I'm getting favours because I'm your girlfriend," you crossed your arms.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated, "You are in pain, no one is going to hold it against you. Can you please just go back to bed?"

"Is that an order?" You glared at him.

He glared back, "Yes."

You finally relented, storming off to your room and making a show of being irritated. Law sighed behind you, following and making sure you did actually get into bed. Then he made sure you got something hot to press against your uterus, as well as plenty of snacks and drinks to keep you satisfied.

He did come at random points during the day to check on you, which you thought was sweet. He would stand by your side awkwardly and fumble his words, but it was the thought that counted.

And over the next few days, he got better at helping you through it. He let you do your tasks but was a lot more lenient, he accepted your affection even in public, and he was a lot softer than he would usually be. Anything you asked for, you got it - eventually. It might not be right away, but he did get it for you and that was what mattered to you.

But oh, the mood swings were going to be the death of him.

USOPP

Your period week scared Usopp. He made sure he memorised your cycle so that he knew when you would be a bit more...sensitive, to his words and actions. So he knew when the time came, what he shouldn't say or do around you.

The problem was that he tended to avoid you, hoping that would keep him safe from your mood swings and your violent tendencies. After last time, he was traumatised.

"(Name)?" He knocked on your room door, after hearing from Nami that you weren't up yet and it was late morning already.

"Don't come in!" You wailed, sounding miserable.

He poked his head around the door, curious as to why you didn't want him to come inside. You were rushing around the room in your underwear, making his face turn red. He tried to pull his head out, but knocked it on the door and yelped.

You whipped around, "Usopp!"

But to his surprise, you started crying instead of screaming at him. You sunk onto your bed, dropping your sheets miserably. He quickly came inside, closed the door, and sat beside you.

"What's wrong???" He asked, a bit panicky.

"There's blood everywhere!" You sobbed, "My pants got ruined, my sheets.got ruined, everything got ruined!"

"Oh..." He felt a but flustered, unsure of what to do.

"I know!" You cried, "You probably think it's disgusting." The thought had you sobbing harder, and he panicked even more when you reacted this way.

"No, no, no!" He shook his hands frantically, "You're not disgusting! Never!"

Eventually it dawned on him that he should probably get your things cleaned for you, and when he suggested it he saw you visibly relax and knew it was the right choice.

"Are you sure?" You mumbled, bottom lip trembling.

"I'm sure," he nodded, picking up your things. "Just relax, I'll go get you some (favourite food), and be back just now."

He did just that, ensuring you got into comfortable, warm clothes and then bringing you warm food and warm drinks any time you asked him to. You laid on your bed and asked him to tell you stories, which often succeeded in making you laugh.

He was more than happy to oblige.

[bullet-prooflove]

Is it just me or the "4. Oh Ophelia, you've been on my mind girl like a drug" prompt from the Greek mythology list could work well with Logan and his girl?

Like you know, she's on his mind when he's at school or smth like that...

And I absolutely love your work Donna... Really do

Tagging: @kmc1989 @misscrissfemmefatale @reidsworld @all-by-myself98 @bribow010

Companion piece to:

Rumours - Sometimes rumours aren’t just rumours.

Summer - No one knows what Logan gets up to during the summer break.

Love Bites - Logan's healing factor can sometimes be a curse.

Autumn - Logan realises he's falling in love.

At night Logan thinks of you. He thinks of your perfume, the one that smells like sunshine and  jasmine, the way it floods his senses as he kisses the raspberry balm from your lips. His hand creeps underneath the band of his underwear, gripping his cock because the things you do with your mouth, they’re devastating.

He’d been celibate for fifty years before you met, now he can’t go twelve hours without fucking his fist to the memory of how good you feel wrapped around his cock. His thumb smears pre-cum over the head, mimicking the actions of your tongue the last time you were together.

Christ, the way your mouth felt locked around him, it’s not like anything else he’s felt on this earth.

The rush comes fast, it always does when he imagines coming down your throat. You always take him deep, holding him there as his hips jerk, swallowing down every drop of his release.

It’s those eyes he always fixates on, the way you look at him from underneath those dark lashes of yours as his cock pops out of your mouth, your cheek coming to rest upon his thigh instead.

He would never admit it but the aftermath is always his favourite part. The intimacy when you hold him close, the light touch of your fingertips as you doodle patterns across his skin. It’s been centuries since he’s known tenderness, he hadn’t realised how touch starved he was, not until he met you.

He doesn’t get those moments here in Westchester, he doesn’t get to lie next to you, to hold you, curled up safe and contented into the shelter of his chest. And that’s what he really misses, falling asleep with you each night, waking up with you each morning.

It’s a couple of days later that Storm raps on the door to his room, she opens it to find his holdall half-packed on his bed.

“You’re going somewhere?” She asks him, leaning against the doorframe. “You usually stick around for the autumn break.”

“Yea.” He says distractedly, folding one of his t-shirts. “I’m heading up to Alberta for a couple of days.”

“Logan, that’s 40 hour trip each way, you’ll barely be there for three days before you have to come back again.” She says, her eyebrows etched into a frown. “Is it really worth it?”

“Yea.” He says, zipping up the holdall and slinging it over his shoulder. “Yea it is.”

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[tiredandoptimistic]

Crucial thing about Buffy Summers is that she would rather die than have a conversation. She doesn't want to get other people involved in her business if she can help it, and throughout the series we see her become increasingly self-reliant as she learns to trust in her own abilities as the Slayer. The downside to this is that it weakens her connection to her friends as she becomes convinced that they can't understand what she's going through. By the late seasons, Willow and Xander fit the same role relative to Buffy that Joyce did back in high school. To Buffy, it's not worth opening up to them if they'll never really get it. All she'd be doing is pushing her problems onto people who wouldn't be able to help. In addition, thanks to that self-reliance, she always thinks that she can solve everything on her own. She doesn't like to open up about her issues, meaning that her loved ones often don't find out that anything is wrong until it's too late for Buffy to handle it delicately. For instance, when Joyce finds out that Buffy is the Slayer in season two she has a lot of questions that Buffy doesn't have time to answer because the world is literally about to end. In a desperate attempt to keep Buffy from leaving Joyce threatens to kick her out of the house, which obviously wasn't something she should have said even though it wasn't sincere. By refusing to let her mother in on the details of her life until the last possible minute, Buffy put them both in a situation where she was forced to drop the information and run, leading her mother to hate the Slayer calling in season three. Joyce only gets a peak at Buffy's life when the supernatural gets so bad that it's completely out of Buffy's control, which leads to Joyce seeing Buffy's life as nothing but terrible. We see this especially with Angel. Buffy never tells Joyce anything about her relationship with Angel except for when he's evil and planning on killing her, which means that Joyce never trusts Angel even when he's a good guy genuinely trying to protect her.

Switching back to the late seasons; after Buffy comes back from the dead she feels unable to connect with anyone except Spike. She was obviously going through a whole depression in season six and I'm not going to say that she handled it wrong because frankly as long as she made it through alive she did everything right, but this lack of communication with her friends does cause some problems for her. We see in the musical episode Buffy is forced to finally tell the truth about what death was like and how depressed she's been feeling, and it absolutely crushes all of her friends. Not only does their friend find them responsible for her depression, but she also felt the need to lie to them about it because she thinks they'd rather see her as happy than honest. Buffy tries to protect her friends from her life rather than sharing it with them, so everyone ends up upset and isolated. For the next leg of the season she has the whole relationship with Spike going on that she doesn't tell anyone about, which once again means that no one finds out until it's so bad she can't control it. (This is paralleled with Willow's magic addiction in a way that's interesting but I'm not gonna talk about it right now). Xander gets angry at her for sleeping with Spike when we know he had a much more chill reaction back in season five when the Buffybot made everyone think Buffy was with Spike, showing that the circumstances of him finding out had a big impact on his reaction. If Buffy had been up front about the relationship rather than waiting for Spike to spill the beans mid-argument, her friends probably would have been more understanding. Instead, Xander only sees Spike as the guy who starts fights and tries to rape his friend. By season seven Xander and Dawn don't understand why Buffy wants to protect Spike, because she didn't want them to know about any of the relationship so they only got to see the worst of it. If she was willing to share the parts of Spike she found genuinely appealing, she wouldn't have been hiding the relationship in the first place. Instead, everyone else sees him as an irredeemable asshole and Buffy doesn't take their concerns seriously because she can take care of herself.

I think I'm running out of steam so this post is probably approaching its end, but yeah. I think it's super interesting how Buffy works on a "dude, just trust me" level, and you can see throughout the series that her bubble of trust shrinks dramatically. Her fundamental trait of not wanting to share her struggles stays consistent, but as she grows up and gains confidence and competence she ends up willing to let down her mask with fewer and fewer people. She's a uniquely powerful Slayer because of how she draws on the strength of her friends, but she hates that she has to do it and tries to lock them out of her life as soon as she reaches a point where she thinks she can handle it alone. Once things boil over she's always left with a situation that's far worse than if she'd just been upfront with everything, but despite that the people in her life still always support her unconditionally. Joyce welcomes her back into the house with open arms, Giles respects her renewed relationship with Angel, Xander agrees to let Spike live with him despite his concerns. Buffy has so much trouble accepting the love that constantly surrounds her, but it remains anyways.

[atiyasnake]

Wrote a bit @moonlight-stalker

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Danny thought he had accounted for all the inventions they were bringing. Nothing too bad or dangerous. He was so sure. There were really no weapons. All of them were on the fritz due to him so it was actually good inventions. Like the ghost line. Shields. Spector deflectors. Along with some other goodies that Danny was rather impressed that they had built.

But then Danny saw his dad pull out something new with a glow brighter than the others just showing unsafe levels of ecto. He had no idea what it did. And he was trying to think. Except there was a click.

The next thing Danny knew something strong and hot was hitting him in his gut and launching him back. He went airborne and saw a glimpse of Mr.Wayne's horrified face before his head crashed into wood and things became harder to see.

The force that he hit the man's door was similar to that of a ghost punch and this time he couldn't phase through the door. Not only to keep from revealing himself but also just because he was in too much pain to even bother thinking about it.

Luckily the door didn't completely break, but it did burst open into the hallways, the lock of it breaking from where his back hit it. This was definitely going to bruise badly. He hated the sound of the wood splintering right by his ear along with the ringing of hitting his head.

Danny could tell he passed a few bodies that were in the hallway. Then finally he stopped when he hit the bottom of the hallway wall. The wood detailing dug uncomfortably into his back as he curled up trying to breathe through the pain.

"I just don't understand. Did you mess with the systems honey?" Maddie asked fustratedly.

Danny looked up, ignoring the bodies and faces speaking to him. He saw Maddie get closer to Jack and how they began messing with the buttons. Only raising it higher where it would hurt a human for sure. Danny rushed to push himself up, much against the hands trying to keep him still. He had to move. "Dad wai-"

He saw Jack's big finger press the button again and Danny shoved aside the body who got in front of him. Luckily, just in time to see the glow before it hit his chest and once again he crashed into the wall. This time, when his head hit, his sight got a bit jumbled in terms of dark spots.

But he could tell that Mr. Wayne finally snatched the gun away and shut it off.

_

Bruce had to say that in comparison to other meetings, this one had been going rather well. The Doctors were obviously enthusiastic about their work and were more than happy to explain in great detail how their devices worked. Even if they were a bit overeager in how they at times talked over each other and his desk was getting covered in different inventions. He was a bit concerned at some side remarks he'd have to look into later.

The other thing Bruce was interested in was Danny, the son the Fenton Doctors brought along seemed to know how to handle all the inventions with a lot more care than his parents. In fact, there were moments when he calmly and smoothly interjected with some information about the device. Oddly enough, to the surprise of his parents.

There were also his reactions to all the small comments his parents made even if Bruce didn't seem to fully understand them all.

Though, things went well until Jack took out something that looked like a gun. Bruce saw the wide-eye surprise and fear in Danny's face and he was about to say something when Jack eagerly without warning pressed the button. Then to Bruce's horror, he watched as Danny was blasted from his seat and into his door. The sound of impact he made was startling and even more so when he crashed into the hallway wall and fell into a heap onto the floor.

When Maddie began to speak, Bruce was sure he was about to hear her concern about Danny who was being surrounded by Bruce's own kids. Except, instead she began to go on about settings while Danny was pushing himself up from the floor.

Bruce saw Danny look at his parents, though dazed his gaze was so focused on the weapon Jack was messing with the setting. Bruce tried to say something and heard Danny call out but Jack simply pressed the button again.

Bruce felt his heart dropped when he saw Dick in the way of the weapon beam of energy that shot out. But a small hand pushed him aside and the glowing energy beam once again hit Danny causing his head to smack into the wall with a loud crack.

He didn't hesitate to snatch away the weapon, Bruce's 'unusual fast reflexes be dammed, he wouldn't let anyone else get hurt. Or Danny get more injured.

He had invited them for inventions and devices that could be useful, never did he ask for weapons, in fact, he was sure he had mentioned his dislike of them. He was about to begin yelling at them, playing up on his Brucie persona's distress when he heard more of a commotion in the hallway where he was sure Dick was trying to check up on Danny with the others.

"-op, wait I'm fine- just let me up!" Danny said, brushing off a hand gently pulling him up.

It was concerningly how fast he walked back into the office, ignoring everyone else and bee-lined for Bruce. Then with gentle but firm hands, Danny took the gun away from Bruce. "Uh excuse me- just need this for a sec."

Bruce watched as Danny carefully examined the gun, running his fingers along the weapon while making sure it was aimed away from everyone. It was with such surely the way he twisted small knobs, pressed down a series of pins that stuck out and then effectively shut the gun down from the looks of the glow dimming. All the while Maddie and Jack simply kept muttering to themselves about changes that needed to be made to it.

it was impressive as almost as it was off-putting the way Danny's hands didn't even shake despite the obviously singed fabric of his shirt and a part of his head looked slightly wet.

Bruce went to reach out a hand, "Danny are you alri-"

Danny turned quickly to his parents who finally moved out. "This needs recalibration and this part" - he pointed to something on the underside of the barrel- "is loose, I'll work on it when we get home."

"Perfect Dan-o!" Jack beamed and reached out to ruffle Danny's hair though before he could Danny stepped back out of reach. Jack didn't seem to notice.

"Yeah, no problem." He replied before quickly ducking away and grabbing a bag. Without looking away he said, "Sorry about that Mr. Wayne, I missed this one, but everything else is in good condition." He slowly, put away the inventions littering his desk away one by one, each of them having a quick inspection from Danny before going in the bag. "Weapons on the other hand are not up for business negotiations for distributions as they still need more work, as you can see." he chuckled a tiny bit before finally looking up at Bruce.

There was a strained smile on his face and now with all the items packed away, he could see the small tremor in Danny's hands.

~

Note I wanted to put was that Danny, actually with his little inspection found out the source of the gun was a bloc ghost, a sick one that was seeking the most pure ectoplasm out of desperation and pain ( reason for the 'energy beam' going to Danny). Obv along with the pain from this and a part of Danny horrified his parents did this to a ghost even a small one like a blob ghost is horrifying to himself and he's simply trying not to break down :)

# 34 dcxdp

Danny's parents are asked to show off some of the invitations to Bruce Wayne Danny thought he had gotten to all of the weapons and made it so they wouldn't hone in on him. he thought that until he got blasted throw Mr. Wayne's offers door and almost hit his children well it's now time to do damage control for his parents

[exormilion]

special find

abby anderson/reader

word count: 3,529

summary: abby found an interesting little thing while in patrol and she is hoping to use it on you. strap-on, explicit lesbian sex.

note: i fucking LOVE abby and i need to write more about her. really. expect a part two from this, i so plan to do it and as soon as possible <3 hope you like it :D

link to ao3

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You and Abby were dating for a few months now, the room she previously shared with Manny now had your stuff scattered around comfortably, matching and mixing with Abby just like in every other sense, like it always meant to be there.

(Poor Manny didn't even have a choice. He walked on you both so many times and you were there so often that he himself decided to take the decision. Moved in with one of his many girls and took all his things with him. You apologized profusely for giving him all that work just because you couldn't keep it in your pants and he simply answered with a: "No te preocupes, chica. You are both in love and i'm happy for Abby really, so just enjoy, but maybe start locking the door, huh?")

Walking over to her with a curious expression, you sat in bed, tilting your head as she threw her backpack by your feet and mover to kick her outside clothes off until she was only in her discolored beige panties and the gray tank top. Your body was only dressed in one of her shirts and panties as well.

She sat close to you, pulling your body onto her lap as if it weighed nothing. A yelp leaves your mouth but you were used being manhandled by her, melting against her warm body, sweaty from the patrol and humidity outside. You could smell gunpowder, sweat and pine, it was all very Abby.

"What did you find?", you lean down to take the backpack. It was pretty heavy, but that wasn't out of the ordinary, so you were curious.

"Hmmm, this thing...", she says mysteriously, her raspy voice by your ear as she takes the backpack from your hands and unzips it, holding it closed with her thick, big hand and looking into your eyes with mirth, "Thought of you the moment i saw it."

Your mouth opens into a perfect 'o' when she takes a pink cock from her backpack, her thick fingers closing perfectly around it. It was around seven inches, not too thick and not too big, with a flat base and a thick, realistic mushroony head. Bringing your index finger, you pull on the head, watching the pink dildo bob in Abby's hand. You both let out a little laugh at the sigh, but still a bit breathless.

"Oh. That's...", biting your lower lip, you look back at her face, "Where did you find this?"

"There was a hidden store on the lower floors of a library, had a few of these things... place was clear so i managed to rummage around and found a few things during patrol", she puts the dildo in your hands, taking another thing out of the backpack. You look curiously, hand squeezing around the soft silicone experimentally. One of your eyebrows lift as she takes a mass off leather strips, like weird belts with a thicker triangle and a silver ring.

"What's this?", watching as she untangled the strips, you feel your lower belly warm. Whatever Abby was planning was making you curious and tingly.

"I didn't know as well", she laughed, and as everything was untangled she took the cock from your hand and pushed it through the silver ring, pushing on it to make sure it was firm. On its own the leather thing didn't make much sense, but with the dildo firm and standing proud against the ring and the strips free, you somehow started to understand the thing. Your cheeks burned up, and you squirmed. "There were a lot of pictures on the walls... and a few books. This thing is called a strap-on", Abby's cheeks were slightly red as well, but she had a silly smile on her face, "It's supposed to be worn like some sort belt, and, well, i think you alredy got how it works"

Yes, you did. You gulp, looking down at the strap and dildo she held, thumb caressing the pink head delicately, almost scared.

"You wanna use it on me?", voice soft and trembling, you chewed on your lower lip.

"It's okay if you don't want to, baby", her voice was soft and she gave your nape a kiss, nuzzling her nose on your hair, "We don't have to do anything today. Nor tomorrow, after that or ever."

You can't contain a soft smile, every tension in your body immediately melting. You awkwardly turn on her lap, sitting face to face now to peck her plump lips softly.

"I want to, Abs", sighing and closing your eyes, you lean your forehead onto hers, sharing breaths, "It's just that... I never took anything like that?...", you glance briefly at the cock, nervous.

She glances at it as well and puts it on the bed, both her hands now coming to hold your hips under the shirt, calloused thumbs circling the skin softly.

"Yeah, i know that, baby. It looks more intimidating than it feels, i promise", her lips find your jaw, nibbling softly and wetly on the skin. You tilt your head on the opposite direction to give her more space. "You take most of my fingers like a champ, i think it'd slide in pretty smoothly after i stretch you up and make you all wet... but then again, only if you want to", she pulls back to look into your eyes, sincere, "and even so, we can stop anytime. If it's uncomfortable, if it hurts, it you simply don't like it... Wanna make you feel good, that's all".

You wanted to cry.

Abby was always gentle with you - of course, sometimes you both fell into a more rough dynamic, but she was always mindful about how you were feeling and if your expression and demeanor changed a little too much to the other side. Always asking how you felt before going harder, if you wanted to try things again, if you wanted to stop.

For someone so big and strong, she was still the gentlest being you've ever met.

"Abby", you hitch, wraping your arms around her strong torso and hiding your face on her still a bit sweaty neck, "Okay. I trust you'll make me feel good, let's try it"

Abby gave you that sweet little smile of hers that made you melt, a small ray of sunshine you could call yours.

The first step was cleaning the dildo, and Abby took her sweet time doing that. Washed it, took some boiling water from the kitchen to disinfect (which led to people asking why she needed boiling water and Abby simply saying "Tea", but she didn't even like tea) and washing it again. By the time she was sure about it being clean and safe to use you both were impatient and needy, trying your best to keep your hands to yourselves. It was different, new, and she wanted to take it slow and do it right.

She put the clean stuff onto the bed, sighing nervously to herself. You both took a shower together and were now clean and fresh and with the lingering smell of soap, naked and flushed.

Walking closer, you turned her around with your hands on her sides, humming as you pecked her face and felt her hard, defined belly, trying to ease the nervousness that filled your bodies.

Pulling back to look at her, you let out a dreamy sigh; she was a little piece of heaven and you couldn't believe how lucky you were.

Her muscles were simply amazing, the strong neck followed by the thick trapezium, turning into her big, beefy arms that made you bite your lips to contain the need to bury your teeth there, same for her forearm. Her chest muscles were so well worked that in divided on her sternum, two pillows of pecs holding her small, perfect and perky tits and peachy nipples, begging for your hands to hold them. The abs you loved to grind on, the texture hard enough to make you cum and cream all over her skin. The happy trail... You squeeze your thighs together, whining softly, hands squeezing her hips. Her dark blonde curls slowly turning into a bush, still a bit dump from the shower and framed by her enormous thighs, her tense legs making her quadriceps jump tall, deliciously.

"Oh, Abs", you lean to take her lips roughly, moaning against her and pressing your tits together. Melting, you could alredy feel your pussy warm and getting wet, her bush against your skin almost making you combust on the spot. Her roughened hand found the small of your back, pulling you closer, the free one cupping your cheek.

You feared you would pass out one of these days with the amount of force your heart raced on your chest, making your head dizzy and foggy and your breath come out in curt huffs. She'd be the death of you.

"Can i eat you out?", she whispered against your mouth, slowly pushing you gently onto the bed and sitting between your legs while massaging your tongue with hers, "Let me get you ready, baby..."

No verbal answer was given, only your legs opening wider for her, your pussy twitching as the air made contact with the wetness. It was embarrassing how fast Abby makes you wet, how fast she can make you cum, how fast you had just turned into mush as she wrapped her perfect plump lips around your swollen, angry clit, suckled it into her mouth and-

"F-fuck-", your back arches by its own, your cunt trying to shove itself against her face. She didn't warm up nor start slow, she simply dugged in, sucking the clit against the flat of her tongue until it twitched in delicious agony, making your thigh tremble. She pulled with a wet, loud pop, licking her lips hungrily with her eyes glued to your pussy like a starved woman.

"Taste so fucking good", she spreads your labia with her thumbs, hissing as your clit pulled shyly and your drooling hole clenched, begging to be filled. Her right hand slipped lower, index now massaging your wet little hole carefully, rubbing against the wetness before slipping it in. It went all the way inside without any trouble, and she massaged your gripping walls with care before her middle finger follow inside.

In truth, you weren't a virgin. You loved being stretched, your pussy could take a lot - you've taken four of Abby's fingers and a bit of her palm before, grinding against her thumb and she fucked you, cumming so hard your vision went black for a few seconds. You loved it.

You've never taken a cock though, so you were a bit intimidated by the vision of the pink dildo forgotten by the end of the bed, but it was Abby's cock and that was enough comfort for you.

She curled her fingers up just right, rubbing that sensitive little spot inside your pussy that just made you tense, close to your bladder. You bring your hand to her head, tangling your fingers on her slightly damp hair on it's usual braid, her eyes leaving your cunt with the contact and finding yours, pupils blown and filled with love and want.

"Baby-", whining, you tried fucking yourself a bit deeper on her fingers, alredy starting to sweat. You pulled on her head softly, just hinting, spreading your shaky legs a bit more, "please"

She kissed one of your trembling thighs before sucking on your clit again. She was a messy, loud eater, the clicking of her tongue and the popping of her spit on skin while the suckled was almost too much by itself, enough to make you squirm.

By the time she had three thick fingers deep inside you your legs were almost cramping her legs and asphyxiation her against your cunt. She new where to thrust and how hard you liked it, hitting the limit of her hand against you every time, almost making you bounce.

"'M gonna put it on now, okay?", she sat up with a kiss to your clit, her fingers leaving your pussy empty and gaping before squeezing, your body all shaken up. Abby wasn't very different - her face was wet with sweat and your wetness, a flush going from the tip of her ears down to her chest, hiding her beautiful freckles under the redness. You watched as she got up and standed next to the bed, taking the strap and fiddled with the strips, confused. Laughing, you sit up, moving to stay in front of her and taking it from her hands to take a look.

"Here, let me see if i get it"

It took some time to get it right. It wasnt clipped at first so the whole process of Abby holding the crotch leather piece with her back turned to you while you adjusted the strips by her strong ass was a little confusing, but you both managed to. It sat firmly but comfortably, digging beautifully against her skin and you couldn't contain your hand coming down to slap and squeeze that delicious, jiggly meat.

"Ah!", she jumped, turning around to glare at you but it quickly melted into a smile. Cupping your face with her meaty hands, she pecked your lips, your taste and smell still lingering.

When you both parted, you stretched your arm to take the dildo from the end of the bed, cleaning your throat as you pulled the silver ring and pushed the cock through it, holding your breath with the image.

The pink cock was standing thick and proud, the pink was a beautiful contrast against her pale skin and the black strap. You close your fist around the head, giving an experimental stroke.

"That's actually so fucking hot", with Abby standing in front of you while you sat in bed, the dildo was close to your face. You looked at it and then up at Abby, her blown pupils hinting at the same thought even when she stayed silent - she didn't want you to do anything just because she asked you to, she wanted you to want it as well.

So when you gathered saliva in your mouth and gave the cock a drooling lick, your ears were rewarded with Abby's small grunt, her hand pushing your hair back gently to look at your face. It didn't taste like anything, but you couldn't hold the urge to chew lightly on the silicone head, playfully, the texture almost making you laugh.

You did your best even if you didn't exactly know what you were supposed to do. Opened your mouth as much as you could, rubbed your tongue everywhere it reached and bobbed gently, just a little, taking half the length and pulling back to spread your drool until every inch was shining and covered in spit.

Abby looked down at you in awe, breath curt, entranced. Her chest jumped when you leaned back on the bed and opened your legs, plopping your feet on the corner of the bed, your pussy as exposed as it could now and as reddened and wet as ever, visibly pulsing and clenching. Your gorgeous curls were also wet, sticky with your need, Abby's fingers pulling gently on it and resting her palm on your mound, sighing as she stepped foward and took a long look at your laying form.

She took the cock in hand and rubbed the tip over your pussy, gently against your clit and spreading wetness. When the head found your tight cunt and she forced a bit if the murshoony head in, she looked up to your face in question, your answer being a positive nod and your knees falling even more opened.

The thick head going in was the hardest part. It stinged, the hard silicone strange, but you managed to take it without trouble. Your natural resistance left at least two fingers of the cock out and your head fell back, eyes closing as you took the feeling.

It was deep, deeper than anything you've ever felt and very strange. It felt good - a good preassure, a different massage, but not quite it and Abby knew that just by your response. She was attentive to your face as she pulled back until the tip was the only thing inside and slowly pushed it in again, hand caressing the back of your thigh.

"Wait, let me just-", she reached to both of your pillows, trying her best to not move the cock inside you too much yet, "Let me put these under your butt, baby. The angle will feel better for you."

And fuck, it did. The simple act of her lifting you with one hand on your lower back as if you weighed nothing and shoving the pillows under you was enough to make you squirm, the head of the dildo massaging your insides the whole time, but the angle change was actually insane. Both of you knew your spot and how to find it, but the dildo found it so deeply and so much more intense that the first slow thrust on the new position made you actually let out a throaty groan, hand coming to your mouth.

"Oh, fuck", looking down at where you both met, you couldn't believe that much was inside of you.

"Good?", her eyes were glued to your pussy, obsessed with the way your lips sucked the cock inside, the length disappearing so easily like it was meant to fit there.

You only nod, one of your feet leaving the bed to lift it closer to your chest, opening more of yourself. Abby took the hint and the hand caressing the back of your thigh now pressed the back if your knee, forcing it against your chest.

Oh, God. She was going to kill you.

She started thrusting for good now, and it felt like it was pushing your breath out with each one. Never pulling all the way out, just pulling a few inches and slamming hard back inside, your hips now propped up on the pillows making the angle for the head to slot just right between the meaty bumps inside your cunt.

It would not be enough to make you cum, no, but you felt so much that your eyes watered up and made hiccups leave your throat, hand coming to grip at Abby's one holding your leg. It made your thigh and glute burn.

The increase in rhythm was making you insane. The squelching noise your pussy made while being pounded made your ears burn and the grunts Abby left out with every thrust had your cunt gripping hard on the cock. She leaned foward, her hand resting by your head now, skin to skin and burning up.

"Baby", you whine, trying to force your eyes to stay open and look at her flushed, sweaty face, "A-Abs, please, i- 's too much, please baby, make me cum-"

She didn't need for you to ask again. Her hand left your leg and squeezed itself between your bodies, the movement with being sandwiched but her fingers rubbed your full clit with little care, just needing you to feel, making you tense and claw at her beefy back.

"Cum for me, baby, milk my cock", her voice was raw, breath warm on your face and her lips found yours with an open mouthed kiss, your head somewhere else enough that you could barely kiss her back.

You wrap your legs around her as your orgasm approaches, making her thrust deep and grind inside of you instead of the open rhythm from before. Your teeth find her shoulder when, finally, your lower belly boils and it snaps hard, but you could still hear your own little moans scaping, every little muscle tense and cunt impossibly wetter with cum, clit twitching against the fingers tapping on her.

Everything went black for a second and when you found yourself again, Abby had taken her hand away from your pussy and kissed your cheeks wetly, whispering sweet nothings and praise. Your hands released their painful grip on her back, legs now falling to rest hanging from the side of the bed.

Everything cramped and tears still fell from your eyes to the bed, brain foggy. With Abby's weight crushing you and her cock resting inside you, you've never felt more well fucked and drunk on her.

Blinking the tears and fog away, you look at her face. She looked so beautiful like this, sweaty and flushed and so happy to make you feel good.

"I love you", you whispered breathlessly, cupping her face, "Fuck, it's so deep inside me, 'm so glad for this cock"

"I love you too", she laughed, sucking on your lower lip, "Maybe you can show me, next time. How good it feel."

Oh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

You closed your eyes, groaning, head against the bed. You, fucking Abby? Watching her bounce on the dildo in all her buff glory, looking down at you with heavy eyes and moaning deliciously as the silicone cock disappeared inside her wet little cunt, her fat clit peaking between her curly pubes and rubbing against your belly when she bottomed out?

"Gonna cum again, i swear to god"

[scoupsakakitty]

I just read the drunk 14th member drabble you did and it got me thinking 🤭

Can I pretty please request also drunk 14th member but she’s at home and being super honest (bc she’s drunk) so the members take advantage of the situation and ask her questions

Just a funny and fluffy drabble 🫶

Late-Night Secrets | Seventeen x 14thMember | fluff

Seventeen rarely had a free day where they could just chill together without schedules or obligations. So, when such a day finally came, they made the most of it—lounging in their dorm, playing games, ordering way too much food, and watching old variety show episodes of themselves.

As the night rolled in, Jeonghan clapped his hands together. "Alright, since we're all free tomorrow, how about a little soju party?"

The members cheered in agreement. Even Y/N, the 14th member and the only girl in Seventeen, excitedly nodded along. She had been with them for years and considered them family.

"Are you sure, Y/N?" Joshua teased. "You don't drink that often."

She rolled her eyes. "Please, I can handle my alcohol. I’m not a lightweight."

At first, everything was fine. The soju flowed, laughter filled the dorm, and the conversations became louder and more chaotic. They played drinking games, from 'Never Have I Ever' to 'Truth or Dare,' and Y/N was holding up surprisingly well—until she wasn’t.

It happened so gradually that no one noticed at first. But soon, Y/N started giggling at nothing, leaning heavily onto whoever was next to her (which happened to be Vernon), and blinking as if trying to remember how her eyes worked.

"Y/N... are you drunk?" DK asked, biting back a grin.

"Nooo," she slurred, dramatically flipping her hair. "I'm perfectly fine. You, on the other hand, are blurry."

Seungkwan burst out laughing. "Oh, this is going to be good."

Drunk Y/N was a menace. She poked at Woozi’s cheeks, calling them 'mochi-soft,' ruffled Mingyu’s hair until it stuck up in every direction, and stole Hoshi’s phone, only to take 50 blurry selfies before tossing it back at him.

"I feel so powerful," she whispered to Dino, who just stared at her in pure amusement. "No one can stop me."

"I don’t think anyone wants to," Dino replied, laughing.

Then, things took a turn.

"You know what?" Y/N announced, standing up (wobbling dangerously). "I have secrets."

The room went silent.

Hoshi’s eyes sparkled. "Oh, this just got interesting."

Seungcheol leaned forward. "Go on. We’re listening."

She pointed dramatically at them. "You guys always complain that I don’t like cuddling, but deep down—I love it. I love when you guys want to cuddle, but I have to act all cool about it."

Gasps filled the room.

"I KNEW IT!" Woozi exclaimed, pointing at her like he solved a murder case. "She always pretends to hate it, but she never actually moves away!"

"EXPOSED!" Seungkwan yelled, laughing so hard he almost fell off the couch.

Y/N pouted. "I feel attacked."

"Too late, you already exposed yourself," Wonwoo said, smirking. "What else do you have?"

Y/N tapped her chin, as if thinking. "Hmm… Oh! I kind of… borrow your clothes."

"Borrow?" Minghao repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Or steal?"

"Pshh, borrow. Borrow!" she defended. "Like, you know, sometimes your hoodies, or caps, or skincare products... but I always give them back!"

"That explains why I kept running out of toner," Joshua muttered.

"I KNEW my hoodies were disappearing!" Woozi groaned. "I blamed DK!"

"Oh!" she suddenly gasped dramatically. "Mingyu."

Mingyu, who had been innocently sipping his drink, choked. "What about me?!"

Y/N covered her mouth, giggling. "I may or may not have scratched your car."

Silence.

"Excuse me?" Mingyu's eyes widened.

"It was an accident! I was driving, and I miscalculated, and—" she waved her hands wildly. "But you never noticed! You thought it was your fault!"

Mingyu stood up, mouth open in betrayal. "I blamed myself for WEEKS. I thought I was losing my mind!"

"Well, mystery solved!" DK laughed.

By now, the members were having way too much fun with Y/N’s drunken confessions. But then, she dropped the biggest bomb of all.

"Also… I might be talking to an idol," she mumbled, swaying slightly.

Instant silence.

"I’m sorry, WHAT?" Jeonghan nearly shrieked.

"WHO?!" Hoshi demanded, eyes wide.

"Is he from a big group?" Joshua asked, suddenly intrigued.

"Is he older or younger?" Woozi probed.

Y/N groaned, rubbing her eyes. "Ugh, he’s so hot. Like, ridiculously good-looking."

"That’s not an answer!" Minghao whined.

"Y/N, who is it?!" Seungcheol urged.

But it was too late. Y/N, mid-sentence, had passed out.

Right on Seungcheol’s shoulder.

He sighed, looking down at her curled-up form. "Guess we’re not getting any answers tonight."

The members looked at each other.

"Okay, but seriously," Seungkwan started. "Who do we think it is?"

"Mingi from ATEEZ?" Hoshi guessed.

"Nah, I think it's I.N from Stray Kids," DK said thoughtfully.

"No way, it’s definitely Soobin from TXT," Dino chimed in confidently.

After a few more wild speculations, the group finally gave up.

Joshua, being one of the responsible ones, carried Y/N to her bed, tucking her in gently.

"Tomorrow’s going to be fun for her," he chuckled.

"Oh, absolutely," Mingyu muttered, still bitter about his car.

Seungkwan smirked. "The moment she wakes up, we’re making her relive every single thing she said tonight."

The members all grinned, looking forward to Y/N’s reaction when she realized just how much she had spilled.

Tomorrow was going to be very interesting.

[churrobird]

short mini-fic inspired by this post by @magnecalliope and tags by @femboyclownpierce

pangi enjoyers i dont know what inspired me to write this from pangi's POV because i dont really watch him outside of ros.... if i got his mannerisms wrong, im sorry

The tiled floor and wooden cabinets of the castle's kitchen were cold against Pangi's scales. The cold was really the only thing keeping him present, and a deep part of him despised it.

He dragged his eyes up from where he had been staring at a red stain (it wasn't blood, blood dried brown, but his heart thudded in his chest all the same) to look at Ros, desperately trying to ignore the red figure right behind her.

Pangi had found Ros in the kitchen, having tracked her down after noticing the absence of purple. She was leaning heavily against the counter, not quite falling over, with an open bottle of fruity wine in her hand. She wasn't absolutely wasted, not yet, but she was certainly on her way there.

She had looked at Pangi, her eyes wet, and asked him if she could complain to him.

Pangi was... trying, at this whole "being genuine friends with Ros" thing. It was hard, after Pili had burnt him so deeply; he didn't really remember how to be a friend.

But what he was good at was listening in on gossip, and if his love of messy chisme helped Ros get out all her woes, then no one could fault him for it.

And, Void, he knew Ros had issues, with all her violent and sacrificial tendencies and what he had heard Pili yell at her about her self-worth issues, but...

She went on, and on, and on. How she tried to make everyone happy, and how it never seemed to make her happy. Everything with Owen, which he had to shove down his old feelings of triumph about, which now felt sickening. Being Queen while Foolish was dead, and how Red and Green had hunted her every day, and how she didn't fault Pangi for it anymore, but it still scared her, even now.

It was when she finally started talking about Pili and everything he did, did Pangi ask for the half-empty bottle, and joined her in her drowning.

Halfway through whatever this was, with Pangi sobbing over his dead best friend who came back but didn't truly, and Ros sobbing over her twice-over murderer who made her angry and scared and confused, did Clown walk in.

It was an interesting experience, for Pangi's heart and soul, to be near-yelling about how Pili had died, and then for Pili's murderer to walk in the room.

All at once, he was slammed with this nauseous feeling of rage-terror-grief, spurred on by dulled memories of past lives and the haze of alcohol. For a moment, his mind screamed to just attack Clown right then and there, but the last remaining vestiges of his preservation instinct held him back.

That and... it would probably upset Ros. It was strange, how something like that mattered to him now.

Clown had just stared back at Pangi and, to his surprise, silently walked over to where Ros sat on the floor, and dropped down behind her, leaning against her back.

That's where they were now. With Ros still on a mad rant about Pili, and Pangi was trying to pay attention, trying to be a good friend, but it was getting harder and harder with a certain jester in the room.

Clown was entirely still. This alone set off every alarm bell in his head. A still, dead-silent Clown was a Clown that was planning to strike when you least expected it, and it nearly made Pangi ready his end crystals in his hotbar.

But the longer he sat here, the more he realized that wasn't all. Clown was still and silent, but he was relaxed. His posture loose, all of his weight supported against Ros. The archmage had an arm wrapped around the architect, something that normally would send the shocking fear of being grappled into anyone, but Ros had simply gotten hold of Clown's other arm, the grip being reciprocated.

For that matter, Ros was confusing too. Her hold on Clown tightened as she got more and more emotional in her ranting, until her knuckles turned white and her nails dug into the dark fabric of Clown's sleeve, like Lifesteal's deadliest player was just her emotional support stressball.

He would've expected Clown to protest in any way, but the only acknowledgment the jester gave was a soft, mumbled hum and his head lolling against Ros' shoulder, and that's the moment Pangi finally realizes,

Wait, is he also wasted?

He really didn't expect Clown to lower his guard at an event like this enough to get drunk, even if it was hosted by Ros. He also didn't expect Clown to be okay with showing off this much softness in the presence of someone like Pangi. He knew Ros and Clown were friends, by Ros' own admission, but he didn't know...

(It reminds him of Pili, and his gut churns. Days and nights spent deep underground, laying against each other and the potion machine. The sound of turtle eggs hatching and the feeling of Pili's soft fur against his scales. Sometimes, only when he's just moments from sleep, he would feel a soft, wispy caress on his head, and he felt safe.) (He felt safe with his best friend by his side, and a dark specter keeping watch over them.) (He wonders how Ros feels about getting both in just one person.)

He reaches for the bottle between him and Ros again. There's smudged purple lipstick on the rim. He doesn't care, hasn't cared about anything since Pili died, and takes another swig.

[digital--devil]

Gricko Grimgrin - Gecko

RainWing/LeafWing Hybrid

-very small for a dragon, can comfortably sit on top of Coal, even when he’s flying

-no venom or leafspeak

-wears a fur collar, and has several pouches around his neck that contain various trinkets and snacks, including a seemingly endless supply of small green bananas that are able to heal injuries

-While not an animus himself, does have magical abilities that he was born with. Can temporarily take the shape of any monster or dragon, as well as gaining their abilities for a short time

-fascinated by the natural world, especially with monsters and scavengers, very knowledgeable on the topic

-enjoys wood-carving, using both his claws and a small knife to make things such as small sculptures, whistles and other instruments, or any tools that he needs

-prefers climbing to flying, very dexterous

-plays a wooden ocarina that he carved himself

-goes on long, rambling tirades about his previous experiences and past adventures

-very happy-go-lucky, accepts whatever path he’s on and tries to keep a positive outlook

-surprisingly musical, enjoys singing and performing when given the chance to do so

-acts much more ‘draconic’ and animalistic than others

-often talks about his ‘Uncle Goliath’ in his ramblings

-Comes from a tribe of mixed dragons that rejected the more conventional ways of dragon civilisation and kingdom structures that lived deep in a rainforest

-never met his father, was raised solely by his mother

-attended school when he was a dragonet, and formed an intense rivalry with his clawmate ‘Nile’ the SandWing

-was banished from the tribe after an unknown incident, and had to leave the rainforest

-travelled for many years on his own, learning about the world and becoming extremely interested in monsters and other non-dragon creatures, particularly scavengers

-has had many jobs over the years, such as a musician, carny at a travelling carnival, monster tamer/researcher for hire, and other various odd jobs

-met Frostfly when he was looking for monsters in a rainforest and didn’t realise that he had stepped right into a dragon-eating sundew plant. He knew enough about them to avoid it killing him, but didn’t know how to get out of it, and was stuck there for several hours until Frostfly found him

-after being saved from the plant, he invited Frostfly on his monster-searching trip and the two became very close friends

-him and Frostfly eventually met Gator and Coal, who immediately roped the duo into helping them commit a heist on a particularly rich dragon after Gecko misunderstood what they were being asked to do and Frostfly being unaccustomed to social conventions and not understanding their ‘hints’

-after everything came out in the open of what they were doing and the resulting mostly botched heist, the group just decided to stay together out of convenience

-has a young scavenger as his daughter, who he stole from the carnival that he used to work at, they share a very close bond and he cares about her a lot

Hootsie/Owlie

Scavenger

-adopted daughter of Gecko

-Due to Gecko being a small dragon, the height difference between them isn’t actually that big, she’s too big for him to pick up, but she can still ride him (kinda like a horse)

-not scared of dragons at all

-may or may not understand dragon

-utterly spoiled by Gecko, he constantly gives her small snacks and trinkets

-was rescued by him when he used to work in a carnival and she was going to be used as an attraction

-while most of them will never admit it, the entire group dotes on her, and always try to make sure that she is safe during their escapades

-the only one with any common sense

-favourite food is rats, Coal usually is the one who cooks them for her, as Gator’s firebreath makes them taste weird. Gecko used to do it via a campfire

-likes to dance whether Gecko plays his ocarina

-usually is sat on the back of Gecko, though sometimes does jump to the others. Gecko usually doesn’t notice and when he realises she’s not on him anymore he panics until he finds her again

-likes to draw on small scrolls

-quite mischievous, often wanders off and gets into trouble, Gecko never disciplines her

-Gator keeps trying to teach her to sneak into dragon’s homes to steal things. Gecko is oblivious to this.

[ddagent]

Margo/Sergei + 11:59

[dykedvonte]

I think the most baffling thing about the Tulpar as a vessel to me is the fact that the ship really did only have a one way communication system.

I know it was cheap but even the most basic of vessels regarding major transport would have some way, shape or form for outside communication. Not only that but there was absolutely no form of innate emergency signal to show they may have been offline or in trouble despite clearly having a system to dock credits if they went off course. It's another factor that really shows that bad situations are made to get worse by design. One person who is required to relay all information to the crew and make all the choices without feedback. No way to update or call for help in case of a dire situation. No way to inform of inner personal conflicts and acquire procedures accordingly.

It really is like they are all in some sort of fucked up solitary confinement. They have their own world with strict roles that are meaningless in the end, as long as the cargo makes it, it doesn't matter what happens on that ship to the company. They don't want to hear anything and will come to conclusions on what happened based on how much pay they can withhold from the workers. Even what they do send is short, sterile and corporate to the extent it was likely written and sent out with a command by some random unmanned computer in an office.

There's something to be said about how unfair it is to force absolute power and control onto one person when you as an entity could do so much more to offload it but I've said it many times before so I won't again.

[moeblob]

Karen: LMAO every guy I meet reminds me of my big brothers that's so funny except if Paul is already my brother and you're also a brother that's a bit awkward, huh Hot bartender: THATS MOVING REALLY FAST AND I LIKE YOU AS A PERSON BUT - Karen: having my brothers date would be SO WEIRD Hot bartender: Well on the bright side I literally cannot speak more than five words to him so we aren't dating because he's so cute

(Everyone else: that is somehow the most depressing bright side we never want to hear)

[gutsfics]

FINALLY I DRAW SOMETHING!!!!!!!

some Joseph, both young (around 1980 i'd say, when he was traveling w Stan a few years before the portal incident) and old (~2017, now an art teacher at Westchester High). i like to think the first one is a picture Stan took of him while they were traveling and the second one is his staff photo at WH. the more things change the more they stay the same. i might give em backgrounds and foregrounds to look like that

he's had that jacket since the 70s. real leather will last you.

no glasses alts + the first sketch below

[235uranium]

maaaan maruki is such a great villain and in a game that initially didn't have well written villains

[designernishiki]

well. finished yakuza 5.

[gojoscinnamonroll]

mdni under the cut •

best friend! sukuna who sneaks into your room through your window uninvited as you’re watching some random comedy show in the middle of the night to “hang out”.

(well.. actually, he isn’t your best friend. he’s really your boyfriend, but your parents don’t approve of your relationship with him, so you have to keep things secret.)

best friend! sukuna who scares you by slamming your window open and jumping in with a “what’s up idiot” as you jolted in your bed and gave him a piercing glare.

“sukuna! what on earth are you doing!!” exasperating and clutching your chest as if you were about to have a heart attack. “if my parents hear or see you here, its game over for the both of us.”

best friend! sukuna who honestly does not care because you’re his girlfriend so he will simply come see you whenever he pleases. and in this time of the night, he needs you right now. “oh nothing too crazy” he looks at his nails with a teasing smirk, “just wanted to see how my little brat is doing that’s all.” as he walks over to your plushie filled, silk, comfy bed and takes a seat.

best friend! sukuna who pretends to be interested in whatever show you’re currently watching as he slides his huge and veiny hands up your thighs and into your pajama shorts.

you began protesting, “kuna, we could be caught this isn’t a good i-“ your breath hitched as he starts rubbing circles with his thumb over your clit.

“lock the door then girl.” rolling his eyes.

best friend! sukuna who pushes your shorts to the side, revealing your pretty puffy folds to his enamored eyes and licks a long stripe down your slit, making you slightly whimper— teasing you with his tongue and middle finger until he softly grabs you by the ankles and tells you to get face down ass up for him.

best friend! sukuna who pumps his thick cock a few times before slowly pushing himself into your sopping wet cunt and letting out a low groan. he’s thrusting in and out of you being careful at first, so that your parents don’t suspect anything, but the way you were gripping around his monstrous dick had him going insane and began fucking into you deeper, teasing your g-spot.

“su- mmph fuck!” becoming cock drunk off of him, tongue lolling out, eyes rolling into the back of your head. and your sly little boyfriend — best friend knowing what exactly you like and how to make you feel good, kept thrusting all the way into you to make you moan as loud as you can on purpose then taunting you, “shhh, you wouldn’t your father to know his sweet little girl is getting her guts rearranged by the boy she’s not supposed to be messing around with, now would you?” devilish grin creeping onto his lips.

best friend! sukuna who’s favorite thing is fucking you dumb on his cock to the point you’re seeing white and can’t conjecture a single thought, but still littering sweet praises in your ear such as, “you’re such a good girl, taking this dick mhm”, “fuck! you’re so tight for me.” “you feel so good gripping around me like that.”

best friend! sukuna who shoots ropes of hot cum into you just as you come undone on him still inside of you, legs beginning to shake. “oh hoho, silly girl… i’m not done with you just yet.” laying you down on your back to stuff his mess back into you with his still hardened length.

best friend! sukuna who loves fucking you full of his seed as he looks into your eyes while he’s on top and cupping your cheeks as lewd noises come from beneath you both.

best friend! sukuna who milks you of everything you got, on the brink of crying from overstimulation and how hard you were about to orgasm. “c- i’m gonna cummmm ‘kuna!”

best friend! sukuna who licks the shell of your ear and leave open mouthed kisses on your jaw as he tells you to let go and cum all over his cock like the filthy slut good girl that you are.

best friend! sukuna who cleans you up with a towel he got from your closet and leaves sweet, loving kisses on your temples as you two cuddle and fall asleep together in each other’s arms in your bed.

best friend! sukuna who wakes up at 6am to leave before your parents wake up and gives you a goodbye/good morning kiss before he exits through your window.

best friend! sukuna and you who thought you two were slick and pretty sure that your parents wouldn’t suspect anything ever happened the previous night.

until you walk into the kitchen for breakfast to your parents asking what all the noise was coming from your room last night and asking where the marks on your neck came from.

oops…

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