#my first tword fic be nice

[bunnyy-123]

Don’t Annoy Sylus

Summary: You and Sylus play a game of Twister. You wind up losing and don’t react well to it. The twins and Mephisto make an appearance. It’s long I’m sorry 💀 Lee! Reader, Ler! Sylus

Warnings: tickling, spoilers, suggestive comments/content, begging, (sorta) removal of clothes (but nothing sexual), being tied up.

Sylus didn’t like being poked.

It was one of the few things you could do to actually annoy the man. For someone who had no problem eliminating inconveniences, it was surprisingly hard to irritate him. He seemed to have much more patience with you. In fact, most of your attempts to rile him up actually amused him. He would smirk and pat your head in a patronizing way and say, “You’ll have to try harder than that, sweetie.”

You discovered his dislike of poking when one day, you saw him the kitchen. He had his back turned to you and was humming a song you couldn’t recognize. Taking the opportunity, you walked up behind him and jabbed him in the lower back with two fingers.

Sylus let out a quiet gasp and straightened his back before looking down at you. “Is that how you say hello to everyone?” He asked with a frown on his face. You didn’t have time to answer when he told you to pick a spice for the dish he was cooking. You smirked at him, but complied. Since that day, you took it upon yourself to poke him whenever you could.

Sylus was relentless when it came to annoying and teasing you. That time when he made you spend the entire day and almost the entire night trying to capture that brooch in exchange for going to the auction? Beyond irritating. You wasted your whole day trying to get the brooch from him!

“Keep this on you,” Sylus said, pinning it to your shirt when you finally managed to take it from him. “It will let you in and out of the N109 Zone as you please.” He had you pinned to his bed, and he was basically on top of you. Poking fair game. Payback, if you will. Someone had to humble that man. He was so arrogant.

You were spending another night at Sylus’s place in the N109 Zone. You and Sylus were playing Twister with Luke and Kieran. Mephisto was the referee. “Caw! Caw!” Mephisto called out.

“Is it really fair to make the bird the referee? None of us can understand him.” You said.

“You’ll have to blame the twins since they both insisted on playing,” Sylus replied. “He said, ‘right foot, yellow circle.” The yellow circle wasn’t that far from you.

This isn’t so bad, You thought.

“Caw, caw!”

“Right hand, blue circle.”

Luke lost his balance and fell on top of his twin. They both cursed.

“Who’s dumb idea was this anyway?!” Luke complained.

“It was your idea.” Kieran muttered, and you were sure he was rolling his eyes under the mask.

“Caw!” Mephisto said. He spun the spinner and looked at the twins. “CAW!”

“I think he wants you to get off the mat.” You said. The twins grumbled and crawled off, trying not to knock over you or Sylus in the process. As they did, they both bumped heads and cursed again.

“Remind me why I agreed to this?” Sylus asked. The twins stood up and walked off, both muttering about how dumb the game was even though they wanted to play in the first place.

“Caw!” Mephisto replied.

“Oh right,” Sylus shook his head. “I only got in this situation because a certain kitten wanted me to entertain the twins for once.”

“You could have said no.” You pointed out, but when you looked up, you saw he was smirking at you. That smug face! Why is he looking at me like that?! Ugh I just wanna—

You suddenly hear a deep chuckle. “Did you not hear what Mephisto said? Are you getting distracted, sweetie?” You snapped out of your thoughts and realized that Mephisto was repeating “caw!” over and over again, clearly annoyed that you weren’t listening.

“I’m not distracted, I just spaced out for a moment,” You said. “Whats Mephisto saying now?”

“Right foot, red circle.” Sylus replied. It was like that for a while. You were doing good early in the game, but your luck was running out now. Sylus kept smirking at you.

“It’s not a hard game, sweetie,” He taunted. “It just requires some…flexibility.” His face was close to yours, and you could feel his breath brush against your ear. It gave you goosebumps.

“I’m a hunter,” You replied. “I’ve done more physically challenging things before.” He chuckled again.

“Caw caw!”

The game was getting increasingly difficult. You had to stretch more, and sometimes wind up in uncomfortable positions. Like right now. You’re not sure how it happened, but Sylus’s upper body was hovering over yours. A part of you wondered if Mephisto did it on purpose.

“Oh. Look at that. Miss hunter is struggling with her flexibility,” Sylus said. He leaned in close and whispered. “I can help with that, you know.” He kept making suggestive comments over and over again. When you couldn’t take it anymore, and your face was flushed, you started contemplating if you should just poke him to make him fall over.

“Caw caw!”

“Left hand, yellow circle.”

Just as you were about to make your move, you lost balance and fell on your butt. You lost. Mephisto shook his head and flew away. Maybe the bird wasn’t sabotaging you. Sylus had already stood up and held out his hand for you to take, his signature smirk on his face. You felt as if his red eyes were burning into yours and you blushed in response. You took his hand and he helped you up. Sylus folded up the mat and put it in the box with the spinner.

“I thought you were a hunter, who did more challenging activities than this?” Sylus teased as he walked over to the shelf. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. Then your eyes widened. He was distracted. You could get revenge pokes after all!

Sylus’s arms were raised as he organized the shelf in front of him. Quietly, you smirked and walked up behind him. You stifled a giggle before rapidly poking his sides with your pointer fingers. Sylus’s eyes widened and he nearly dropped the box. He gasped loudly, and looked down at you with a raised eyebrow. You noticed his ears were red. You tilted your head. You never got that much of a reaction before. Sylus put the box away and stepped away from the shelf, and leered down at you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Y/N, I already told you to stop doing that.”

“Why?” You asked, and before you could stop yourself, you followed up with, “Does it tickle?” He raised an eyebrow again. You felt your face heating up. That was such a random question. Why did you ask him that?

“Tickle?” He chuckled. “That’s what you were trying to do? Tickle me?” He stepped closer. You froze. Your heartbeat was rising and you suddenly felt very warm and jittery.

“I—what?” You stuttered. “No. I was just curious. That’s all.”

“Hm.” He nodded and laughed dryly. There was a beat of silence before he got closer and looked at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Are you ticklish, sweetie?” He asked. You blinked. Your heart was pounding. You were screwed.

“I am not.” You shook your head.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Another silence. Suddenly, Sylus picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. You let out a suprised gasp.

“Hey, Sylus! What the hell are you doing?!” You asked.

“Don’t worry sweetie. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He continued walking down the hallway. You passed familiar doors and knew where he was taking you: his room.

Oh shit

You squirmed and tried to get out of his grasp, but it was no use. Sylus opened his bedroom door and tossed you onto the bed. Before you could make a run for it, he got on top of you and pinned your wrists down.

“Are..are you mad at me?!” You asked, your voice came out shaky and quieter than you wanted it to be.

“Mad at you?” He shook his head. “No. I’m annoyed but I’m not mad at you, kitten.”

“Then….why are you holding me down like this?”

He used his energy Evol to tie your hands above your head and he sat down on your lap.

“Because,” He whispered into your ear. “I want to show you what happens when you annoy me.” He leaned back.

“What? What do you—“ Your question was cut off by a gasp. Sylus made his hand into a claw shape and gently dug into your ribs, moving his hand up and down.

“Wait, wait, no!” You squirmed and bit your bottom lip. He used both his hands on either side of you. “Ah! Sylus!” You jumped and squirmed more. He tickled faster, which made giggles escape your lips.

“I thought you said you weren’t ticklish.” Sylus smirked and tickled even faster and harder. You threw your head back and squealed. Sylus wiggled his fingers up and down your ribs and even between them.

“Wahahahait! Is thihihis your plan?!” You giggled.

“It isn’t obvious?” Sylus paused. You stared at him. He wasn’t serious right? There’s no way the leader of Onychinus was actually going to tickle you to pieces in his bedroom. That’s just silly, which is the complete opposite of him. He gently clawed at your ribs again.

“Are you kidding mehehehe?!” You giggled.

“I’m very serious, sweetie. You do seem quite ticklish, after all.” He teased and brought his hands underneath your shirt. Your eyes widened.

“W-wait, don’t-“

“You don’t tell me what to do.” He scolded. Sylus gently walked his fingers up and down your sides.

“Nooo!” You whined.

“I’m not even doing anything yet!” He laughed. He started slowly spidering your sides with his fingernails. It was feather light and he was barely touching, but it tickled. You squealed again.

“Wahahahait! Dohohont!”

“It’s too late.” Sylus started scribbling your sides and poking too.

“Ahhh! Nohohoho!”

“How do you like being on the other side, hm?” He teased and tilted his head. He brought his fingers back up to your ribs and poked faster up and down.

You let out high pitched giggles. “Hehehehehehe!”

“Oh my,” Sylus cooed. “You sound so adorable!”

“Nohohoho I dohoho nohohohot!”

He paused the poking and dug into your ribs.

“Hahahahahaha!” You squirmed and thrashed, but it was no use. You could barely move. Sylus moved his hands to the spot between your upper ribs and underarms.

“Let’s see…if I do this….” He gently tickled with his thumbs.

You squealed even louder and laughed. “Hahahahaha! Thahahahats sohoho bad!”

“It is, isn’t it?” He paused and rested his fingers on your underarms. You were panting and your cheeks were red. You could feel yourself starting to sweat. Sylus used his pointer fingers to slowly circle your underarms. He just used the tip of his fingers and he was barely touching you. You bit your lip and stayed as still as possible.

“Oh, come on,” He teased. “Are you really going to tell me you’re not ticklish here?” His circling fingers were getting closer and closer to the center of your underarms.

“Y-you should just give up!” You said.

“Not a chance. I’m not done with you yet.” He reached the center of your underarms and tickled gently. He started tracing different patterns on your underarms.

“Eeeeek! Nohohohoho!” You thrashed and tugged on your binds.

“That’s what I thought.” Sylus used all of his fingers to poke and wiggle up and down your underarms.

“Ahahahahahaha! Sylus plehehehease!”

“You can hold on a little longer, can’t you, miss hunter?”

“Nohohohoho!”

“Then I guess it’s time for a different spot.”

You watched as he rested his hands on your stomach.

“No, no, no, no-“

“Sweetie. Pleading is pointless.” Sylus lightly scribbled all over your stomach, sending you into another fit of high pitched giggles and squirming.

“Ahhh! That tihihihihickles!”

He started wiggling his fingers, gently digging into the skin. You squealed.

“Hahahahahaha! Not thehehehere!”

“Not here?” He tickled faster.

“Aaaahahahahahaha!”

“What about….here?”

His hands came out from under your shirt and he scribbled on your thighs.

“Nohohohoho!”

Sylus’s tickling finally came to a stop. You took some deep breaths. “You know,” he smirked. “There’s still one more spot I want to try before I let you go.”

“No, please, Sylus don’t—“

He pulled down your shorts a little bit, along with your underwear. Your face turned red.

“Relax,” He held up his hand. “I’m not going to do anything inappropriate.”

“T-then….why did you-“

“I’m going to tickle your hips.”

He scribbled on the sensitive flesh. You thrashed and shrieked. “Hahahahahahahaha! Nohohoho plehehehease! Stohohohop!”

He slowed his fingers down to tease you more. You squealed.

“Plehehease Sylus!”

Sylus used his thumbs to dig into your hip bones. He rubbed them in circles and from side to side. You practically screamed “Hahahahahahahaha!”

He kept tickling your hips for a few seconds before finally stopping. He released your arms from his Evol and got off your lap to stand up and stretch. You were exhausted. You fixed your shorts and underwear and laid there on the bed, your cheeks still flushed.

“I’ll be merciful this time,” Sylus said. “But now that I know your weakness, I’m going to have so much fun using it to my advantage.”

You groaned. Of course he was going to tickle you more often now. You climbed off his bed and headed for the door.

“Leaving so soon?” Sylus asked.

“I’m tired,” you replied. “I’m calling it a night.”

Sylus nodded. “Fair enough. Have good dreams, sweetie.”

“Good night.” You went to the guest room. As soon as you collapsed onto the warm bed, you fell asleep.

[jungkookslipring]

thank you so much for voting! Here’s a sneak peak (aka the t-word scene of my intro chapter to my long form fic)

this can also be read as a stand alone!✨

idk how to introduce this please don’t @ me lmfao😂😂😂

Lee! Minho

Ler! Y/n

relationship: platonic

genre: fluff/tword (for this chapter)

AU or non AU: Non idol au

When you decided you had enough screen time for one day, you packed up your backpack and headed back to the apartments. When you walked in, Minho, Hyunjin, Felix, and Jeongin were all in the living room; it was chaotic. Jeongin was on the ground laughing as Minho straddled him, attacking his neck, while Felix and Hyunjin were on the couch smiling at the two. This was nothing new, tickle attacks were far too common for your friend group. When you came around the corner they all looked up at you with a smile. 

“Hi y/n!” Minho greeted without stopping his attack on Jeongin.

“Save mehehehehe!” Jeongin screeched as Minho’s hands dove into the poor boy's tummy. You grinned as you dropped your bag and ran over to the pair on the floor. You ran up behind Minho and started squeezing his sides. Minho yelped and launched himself off of Jeongin, falling onto his back. He tried pushing your hands away, but your hands were too quick, and he was growing weaker by the second.

“You traihaihaitor” he laughed out as you continued your attack. 

“Alexa, play traitor by Olivia Rodrigo,” Felix said sarcastically, laughing his ass off when the speaker started blasting said song.

“Be nice to our kids!” You jokingly scold the second you start digging in his ribs. His sweet laugh filled the room.

“HYUNJIN-AHAHAHA LIXIE HELP MEHEHE” Minho squealed while you effectively moved your fingers up and down his ribs.

“I’m not getting involved in that! She’ll come after me!” He chuckled with Felix snuggled into his side. 

“Then join the dark side and come hold his arms down!” You offer with a smirk. Hyunjin cringed.

“But Minho Hyung’s revenge tickles are 10x worse!” He said, shivering at the memories.

“He’ll get revenge on you regardless,” Jeongin said matter-of-factly. While everyone was having a debate on basically ‘you’re damned if you do and you're damned if you don’t’, Minho has been filling the room with his adorable laughter.

“Y/N I GIHIHIHIVE” Minho begged after you spent a good few minutes attacking his underarms.

“Fine, just don’t go after my kids!” You laughed as you got off of him. 

“How was school?” Minho asked after you helped him sit up. You leaned against the couch. 

“Not bad, I think I’ve become addicted to caffeine,” you shrugged. 

“Are you already pulling all-nighters?” Felix asked.

“Yeah, but it’s just a lot of reading, case studies specifically,” you said, grabbing a pillow and holding it in your lap. 

“Have there been any that were interesting?” Hyunjin asked.

“More like unethical, these stories are heavy,” you said, cringing at some of the stories you’ve read. 

“Do you have to write any papers on these stories?” Jeongin asked. You nodded.

“Eventually I will yeah, which will require more reading and I don't know how much longer I can keep reading these old case studies. I may need therapy,” you chuckled. 

“Well if you ever need a serotonin boost you always have us,” Felix said with a smile. You walked over and pinched his cheeks. 

“Awww thanks Lixie!” you squeal as he scrunches up his nose. Jeongin laughed.

“I’m so happy it's not me this time,” he joked. Minho smirked and grabbed a hold of Jeongin’s face.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t like it,” Minho smiled as Jeongin squawked out protests. 

“Remember what I said about going after my kids!” you joked as you walked towards him with claw-like hands. Minho was quick to stand up and try to run out but you were too quick, once again on top of him while his laughs filled the room. A few hours later the rest of the guys came home. You all had dinner, talked about your day, and had a friendly yet violent Mario Kart Competition.

Can’t wait to share with you the first chapter! ✨🖤

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[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Hey guys! It’s been a while but I’m currently obsessed with the BBC Sherlock and was struck with this idea for a tword fic, so here I am.

Warnings: literally none lol, I guess hurt feelings (Sherlock’s a bit of a jerk at first) and tword?

Sherlock x teen sister reader

Holmes Sweet Holmes

Y/N Holmes was about to throw her Pre-Calculus book into the wall. Considering her brother Sherlock had previously shot bullet holes in it, she didn’t see how she could get in trouble for it. She was just about to pick up the book when-

“Are you still working on those problems?” Sherlock asked absentmindedly as he strolled into apartment 221B.

“Yup. Help?” She pleaded. It was not often that she asked her Genius brother for help, she never wanted to distract him from a case, but she had a test tomorrow and had barely gotten any sleep this past week trying to understand the concepts, and she still couldn’t work them out.

“I’m busy,” he responded airily.

John, sitting in his chair by the fireplace, cleared his throat—his sign to Sherlock to remind him to be nice to his little sister.

Sherlock groaned “oh alright,” and snatched up Y/N’s math book. She grinned widely.

“Thanks, Shock.”

Sherlock gave her a sideways glare, and John looked up from his paper, “you know, you never did explain where that nickname came from.”

Before Y/N could explain, Sherlock huffed out a response.

“When my dear sister was learning to talk, she could not wrap her tongue around two syllable words, and Shock was all she could get out. Now, though she is practically grown and fully capable of pronouncing my full name, she chooses to remain with the nickname.”

“I see,” John smirked and went back to his paper.

…

It was a full two hours later that Sherlock’s impatience really began to heat up.

“This is a very simple equation, Y/N, I don’t see how it’s still confusing you.”

Y/N’s cheeks turned bright red, and she rubbed her bleary eyes as she tried to focus on the paper.

“I just don’t understand why-“

“If you don’t understand at this point, there’s really no reason to try to further explain. You clearly cannot grasp the concept no matter how simply I explain it.”

“I-I just-“

“Even Mycroft, though he was not nearly as good at these subjects as me, had Calculus down easily when he was years younger than you.”

Y/N bit the inside of her lip hard to keep it from quivering. She wouldn’t be able to hold her tears back for long, she knew, so she closed her math book and gathered her homework sheets, keeping her eyes averted from her big brother’s.

“Yeah, ok. Thanks for trying Sherlock.”

And she rushed to her room, closing her door before finally allowing her tears to fall.

…

“She’s not Mycroft, you know.”

Sherlock ran a hand over his face before turning to look at John. “What are you talking about?”

“Y/N. She’s not Mycroft.”

“Yes John, that much is very clear.”

“Well then don’t treat her like Mycroft.”

Sherlock frowned “I’m not following you.”

John groaned and threw down his paper. “Don’t be so thick. You and she both know that she doesn’t have the genius mind of either you or Mycroft. She’s not a superhuman, and you’re not in competition with her the way you are your brother.”

“Why would you want me to treat her differently just because she’s normal?”

John glared at his friend. “Because when you and Mycroft belittle each other, you’re really only knocking your egos down a peg. When you belittle Y/N, you’re just kicking her when she’s already down, and I’m sick of it. She’s too sweet, she doesn’t deserve that, and growing up with geniuses for brothers I’m sure she already feels inferior as it is.”

Sherlock hesitated before dubiously attempting to see the situation the way John did, or perhaps the way Y/N did. It didn’t take him long to come to the conclusion that John was right.

“Sherlock?”

“Alright then. Fine, you win, I’ll ease up on her in the future.”

John rolled his eyes “Now. Don’t wait for the future, go in there now and talk to her.”

Sherlock sighed “alright, perhaps I will.”

…

Sherlock knocked gently on the door. Y/N quickly tried to rub the tears off her face and her math book.

“Just a minute!”

The door swung open and Sherlock strode into the room.

Y/N ducked her head, letting her hair veil her face “Sherlock I didn’t say come in.”

“No, you didn’t, and I know why,” he hesitantly reached his hand up and brushed her hair behind her ears, revealing her tear stained face. “I know I’m not the best with emotion, but you don’t have to try so hard to hide yours from me.”

“You have enough to deal with with me just being here, I’m not going to add more to your plate.” Y/N grumbled, turning her face away.

“What are you talking about?”

“I know you wish that mother and father had sent me to Mycroft when they got too old to deal with me. I know I bother you, and I know you hate it when I can’t keep up with your mind. I’m sorry.”

Sherlock didn’t know what to say to this. He didn’t know how to deal with emotions, with his little sister’s feelings of inferiority. But as much as he wanted to leave her room and not come back until she felt better, he knew it was somehow his job to help her.

“Don’t apologize to me. I know I’m not a very good big brother.”

Y/N looked up. “Don’t be silly, you’re great. I just-“

“No.” Sherlock interrupted. “If you’re convinced that somehow you have to be me, or that you aren’t good enough just because you’re not like Mycroft or I, then clearly I’ve done something wrong. I don’t want you to be like me, ever.”

Y/N stared at Sherlock “you don’t?”

“Of course not. There’s already two of us in the family, and you’ve seen how we are at getting through life.”

“What are you talking about? You’re both doing great. I’m the idiot.”

Sherlock winced. “Perhaps you’re not as perceptive as Mycroft and I, but you’re worlds ahead of us when it comes to how to really live in this world, and enjoy life.” He pushed her math book away from her, and sat on the bed next to her.

“Really?” Sherlock had to strain to hear her croaked question.

He smiled “of course. I’ve never met anyone as vibrant as you.” He hesitantly placed his arm on her shoulder. “You don’t have to be me. Or Mycroft. You’ll do just fine in this world as you.”

Y/N smiled “thanks Shock.”

“Now, let’s take a look at that maths book.”

…

Y/N closed her maths book, a sleepy smile splayed across her face. “Thank you. I never would’ve figured that out.”

“My pleasure.”

Y/N groaned and laid across Sherlock’s lap, startling him. The comforting speech had put him out of his comfort zone enough for one night, or so he thought.

“Shock, I’m bored.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes “I believe it’s time for bed.”

She huffed “I’m not tired.”

Then she made a horrible mistake. She reached up and began to poke Sherlock’s side.

“You really should stop that.” Sherlock warned.

“Aw, c’mon Shock, don’t be a spoil sport. She poked him again, and he had to fight hard to keep a straight face. He really wasn’t very ticklish, but if she hit the right spot…

Y/N squeezed his side, and a tiny laugh escaped him. A huge grin split Y/N’s face before Sherlock reached down and pinned her hands together.

“Whahat are you doing?” She laughed nervously.

“Teaching you a little lesson about listening to your big brother.” Sherlock smirked and began to use his free hand to poke at Y/N’s stomach.

“AHAHA, Sherlock no!” Y/N squealed.

“I thought you were bored! I’m helping you!” Sherlock insisted, fighting a laugh himself as he watched his sister struggle to free herself, giggling constantly.

After a minute, Sherlock switched his tactic, scratching at Y/N’s neck, then under her arms, then back to her stomach, before he began to pinch at her ribs.

The sound that escaped her barely sounded human.

“Oh-ho! I believe we found the best spot!” Sherlock laughed, continuing to scratch at her ribs.

“SHOHOCK NOO!” She squealed, struggling like mad to free her hands.

“What on earth is…” John peaked his head in the room and froze, staring at the strange sight in front of him.

Sherlock laughed “John help me, trust me it’s great fun.”

After the shock had warn off, John just shook his head and chuckled. “No thanks Sherlock, I think I’ll just leave you both to it,” he backed out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Sherlock continued to dig at Y/N’s ribs until her face turned bright red and her laughter turned silent as she gasped for air, then finally he let up.

“You’re so mean, Shock,” Y/N giggled as she shoved him off her bed.

“But it worked, didn’t it?” He smirked.

“What do you mean?”

Sherlock reached down and pulled the covers up to Y/N’s chin. “You’re tired now, right?”

She tried glared at him, but couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

Sherlock leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Sleep well, little sister.”

She smiled sleepily at him as he turned to leave. “Shock?”

He looked back “yeah?”

“Thank you.”

[beanghostprincess]

Usopp finds out what happened on wci and feels incredibly hurt and heart broken by it but also wants to comfort him after finding out about his family treatment twords him.

He feels so conflicted because he knows why he did what he did. Marry pudding protecting them from big mom but at the same time what about him? Did he even think about him when proposing to pudding? was he just content with leaving him without an explanation? He was just going to have to find out in the newspapers 'vensmokes and big mom alliance. Prince marries the daughter big mom'

He never confronted him about it. He did it to keep him and the rest of the crew safe, that's a good enough reason. His personal feelings went unchecked, repressed and shoved down like usual as he goes back into their normal routine as a couple. tho he thinks about it a lot especially in bed whether sanji is falling asleep first or he is getting up first it's even worse when they're intimate. He just stares wondering what would have happened if he did marry another and left him.

I am actually currently writing a fic in which they talk about WCI, but it's more Sanji-focused and I personally love Usopp's POV in this situation. Leaving my fic aside, another idea I've thought about thanks to your ask is like,, Sanji talks to Usopp right after Wano. Not that they have time to do so when they get there after WCI, and Sanji isn't really in the best place mentally. So they talk once Wano is saved, etc etc etc. And,, Usopp takes it well because, how else is he going to take it? It's not really Sanji's fault and he was the one suffering the most. Usopp has this uncontrollable rage toward the Vinsmokes now too. He hates Big Mom even more now. He even feels guilty now for telling Sanji to wear the Raid suit and complimenting it when it was hurting him so much. Sanji is literally in pieces right now. He needs comfort after what he's been through, not to feel more guilty. So Usopp doesn't mention the fact that he's a bit, tiny angry at Sanji for acting on his own. It's not like he has any right to be offended. He didn't even go to WCI to save him because he was scared to see what he might find there and Nami told him that being so overwhelmed with emotions wouldn't help either. But he didn't go save him, and that kills him with guilt. So he doesn't mention how jealous he is of this random girl. He doesn't mention how unfair it is that Sanji decided to marry somebody else without even taking him into consideration. He doesn't mention how scared he is of losing Sanji again, because he's willing to sacrifice himself at any given moment, and that means he never thinks about how much that would kill Usopp. Sanji's stupid and Usopp knows this because the cook doesn't see how much he means to him, so he will go and pull shit like this. And he can't have him doing that again, but if he starts talking about this instead of only comforting it, he's scared he might say something stupid like "Did you ever think about me when you were with her?" because if Sanji says no, Usopp literally dies. And also, he finds it selfish because Sanji has already gone through hell and back for them. He doesn't need another burden to carry.

But Sanji notices, of course. Sanji notices the changes in Usopp once he tells him about WCI and what happened in Wano. And it's,,, It's not bad, per se, it's actually really sweet. Instead of pushing him away, Usopp is even tenderer with him. His caresses are longer. His kisses linger more time in his body. His hands are more careful with Sanji. Usopp stays up to watch him fall asleep while he holds him close. And- And it should be okay, right? It's comforting and nice and Usopp has never been more of a gentleman with him. And Sanji needs this now. Somebody who loves him. But Sanji notices it in the way Usopp looks at him, not in the way he holds him, that something is wrong. That his eyes speak words his body won't say. So he confronts Usopp about it one day. Careful not to overstep. Trying not to hurt him more than he already has. He asks what's wrong, and Usopp tries to play it off like it's nothing. Because "it's nothing, really, Sanji. Don't worry!" but Sanji does worry. And after some back and forth, he manages to make him talk.

I'm gonna skip all the previous conversation because I think you already know how it goes. Usopp starts slow and sweet and says that it's okay. That he understands why Sanji did what he did, but it was unfair for him to get married without telling him. Even if he was doing it to save them. That he didn't think about his feelings. Sanji tries to fix it, but he only gets defensive and keeps saying that it was the right thing to do. Usopp, on the other hand, is starting to get mad too because:

Usopp: The right thing for who?! For me?! Don't you dare say you did it for me because- Sanji: Yes, I did. I did it for you! For all of you! I couldn't have the Vinsmok- Usopp: I think we've been through enough for you to stop trusting us so quickly, Sanji. Sanji: What do you mean? Usopp: I mean I- I mean you think so little of yourself you're willing to give your life away without thinking about me! I mean- Us! Us. The crew. Fuck. You know, you could've trusted us. We could've- Sanji: We?! You weren't even there! Usopp: Oh, sorry for not wanting to see my boyfriend get married to some random, rich, spoiled brat! Sanji: Don't talk about Pudding like that. Usopp: So she's one of your specialest girls now. I see. Sanji: What the fuck are you talking about? She's just- She's just not like that. Usopp: Well, you were willing to marry her pretty fucking quick. That's what I know. Sanji: I was protecting you- Usopp: Or giving up. You were giving up. And it just- It just makes me wonder if you ever,, Sanji: What? Usopp: If you ever thought about me while you were there with her? It's stupid. I- Look, jealousy isn't my thing. This doesn't sit right with me either. I'm- God, I'm sorry, okay? I get that you did this because- Sanji: Are you dumb? Usopp: What?! Sanji: Why am I asking? Of course you are. Because if you weren't so damn stupid you'd know I was thinking about you the whole fucking time. Do you really think I wanted to get married to somebody else, pretty girl or not, I- She wasn't you. I didn't- I don't love her. I didn't want to marry her. Usopp: But you were going to do it- Sanji: Okay! Whatever! Yes! I was going to do it and I felt like shit every fucking second because she wasn't you! Do you really think I want to get married to somebody that isn't you, moron? Usopp: Wait, what? Sanji: I- Usopp: You want to marry me?? Sanji: ... No. Usopp: Say it again. Sanji: Usopp, please-

Yadda yadda yadda, I think you know what happens after this. I think they should and would get married right away. Well, not right away because Sanji needs his cute little wedding with the Strawhats but,, Yeah. They're engaged. And they're even more annoying than when they were just boyfriends.

[indigo-o]

Hi!

Can I request a fic for Poe, where reader (gn or fem) reads one of his novels and gives it back to him. And they made a bunch of drawings of the characters and some of the scenes from the book and gave those to him as well, becouse they like to draw and just wanted to make him something, so they made him a bunch of fanarts. It can be before or in relationship, it's your choice.

If you don't want to write this, that's okay too, have a nice day!

(Also, I apologise, english is not my first language)

you visualized the story in eyes I couldnt

THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST!!!!

AM I STILL SICK???

WHY YES!

DOES THIS MAME ME HAPPY TO WRITE THESE THINGS

YES SOOOOO

HERE IT IS!

Because I've been to a boreding school I've read all of his books. So the one I'll be using is the Cask of Amontillado

FLUFF FLOOFY FLUFFYYY

Edger Allan Poe x reader

"Hey sweetheart can I read this?".

He said yes, and now I'm here drawing. His book to the side of me. Charcoal on my fingers. All over the desk. But God Damn this was looking good.

I mean even though the scene I was draw was a little dark. I liked it. A drunk Fortunato hung up while Montresor bricked him in behind the wall.

Now the fun part, show poe with out actually being there. (I mean I can relate). I folded up few papers, placed one in the book. And held the other ones as I wandered around our house hiding them in obvious places.

I went to the kitchen to prepare tea for him. I poured the tea and placed it on a small tray, and walked to his office. Then I went into poe's office to great him with some black tea and his book. I knocked on the door.

"I'm coming in darling.". I pushed opend the door.

"Oh come in sweetheart.". He smiled.

I walked over to him, handing him the tea. Then walking over to his bookshelf putting the book away.

"You enjoy the story darling?". He asked

"of course I did.". I opened the door to leave.

"I'm going out so I'll see you tonight.". I smiled and closed the door

•••time skip•••

I walked in to our house. I didn't buy much just some flowers. I walked to the kitchen and placed the flowers in a vase. Then bringing them to the dining room table.

I really know what to make for dinner so I made chicken and dumplings. Sometimes easy yet delicious. I set the dishes on the table, along with the meal.

"Darling! It ls time for dinner!". I yelled to him.

I heard him walking twords the dining room. He peers around the entrance with karl on his head.

"Seems like you had fun. You bought roses and calla Lillys.". He walked to the table and let karl jump off.

He grabbed his bowl and went to pour him some chicken and dumplings. And I did the same.

We then ate down across from each other.

"I liked your little drawings.". He said while eating.

My face went red.

"You found thoses...". I giggled nervously.

"Yes, they were amazing, you visualized the story in eyes I couldnt.".

[mushiewrites]

can I just be sappy for a moment about 2022? It was so shitty for a multitude of reasons but you guys made it better ):

firstly everyone that interacts with my posts, i love u and appreciate u so much ): if i didn’t have people interacting, i wouldn’t really have a reason to want to keep writing.

but there are some very cool and lovely people I want to fawn over and just say a few things about 🫠

thank u to:

@an-inkling-of for hyping up my writing and always encouraging me to be mean (hehehe 😈)

@elliot-tword for being one of the first people i remember being so kind and supportive when i first started out writing

@fluffy-fics for making LITERAL BEAUTIFUL ART FROM MY FICS / DRABBLES???????? still so honored tbh 🥺💕

@sleepy--anon + @azuregiggles + @starshinenova for providing the best hc’s i’ve ever seen and allowing me to run wild with them 👀

@amitlee for being my enemy, one of my favorite people to bully/be bullied by, and also one of the best people i’ve gotten to meet on this hell site 🔥

I have a million more people I could thank, so if you weren’t mentioned, just know I love u and appreciate you. I want to tag you all 🥺

I hope every has an incredible 2023, it’s gonna be great I can feel it ✨

(okay i’m putting the longer ones under here…..this is going to be SAPPY sappy - this is your warning)

@cayjno - my baby jworm ): i don’t even know what to write for you. i went from freaking out in the best way over your fics to getting to be so close with you and i am still confused as to how????? i have no idea why but i was so nervy to speak with you bc u were just so COOL to me and i was scawwed. i remember the night we had our first real conversation, i was just so hype that you were as cool as i thought, probably even more so. you are one of the most kindest and sweetest humans i’ve ever met. i am so so thankful to know you and get to be in your life. you make me feel so safe, you never ever throw judgement on me and i am so grateful for that. i don’t ever feel scared telling you things because i know you’re not going to look at me differently for it. you also don’t let me brain run with bad things - you normally tell me straight up how something is if i seem to be going a different direction than what actually is happening in situations where that might normally happen. you are just such a lovely support person. we are so comfortable with each other and i love doing stupid things with you. you are so extremely talented in so many ways (i will never have another wallpaper that isn’t a juno drawing ever again btw). u are absolutely adorable and i adore you and your art and your writing and just skdndjdndjsj i love you ): i can’t wait until we invent teleporting so i can hug you for a million years ): i love u so much mouse 💕

@covenofwives - I literally stayed hyperfixated on The Blame Game for m o n t h s. you are SO UNBELIEVABLY COOL. the first few times we spoke i was so hype because you were so kind! we’ve gotten to be such nice little fwens and i love that for us ): we have our own little bobbi duo! i love when we exchange art and wips, it makes me feel so nice that you allow me to see your creations before they’re finished. you are so insanely talented as well, i’m still so hype that you drew Big Challenges on the beach just enjoying his day. you and your feathers are the cutest things EVER, i can’t wait to keep our cute lil friendship growing! i love and appreciate u and ur kindness always 🥺💕

and last but definitely not least

@awkwardtickleetoo - my lil baby puppy knight. the other half of puppyduo. mr bones. i could list everything we’ve ever called each other here but it would need to be a whole new post tbh. i adore you. you already know this. i remember being nervy to speak to you too, but god am i glad we started bc here we are now, months later and clingy as heck. we are the cutest little besties and i wouldn’t trade our weird little freaky conversations for anything. thank you for always bouncing ideas around with me or reading things if i need to know if things sound okay. i love that we don’t gatekeep, and i love that we bully each other about the embarrassing things we share. i love that we’ve resorted to using mostly pet-names for each other, and i love the ones you give me (all of them are good but you know my favorites 🥺) i love that we don’t EVER judge each other and i don’t ever second guess it when i tell you things that fluster me. you’re always so kind (and mean) in the best way and you are just such a lovely person. you, just like everyone else on this list are so extremely talented. you know i binge your fics and fawn over the shit you say all the time. i am very clearly cal stan #1. i actually could keep going but this would end up being very long and repetitive, but it’s all true. love you, idiot. 💕

[amazingmsme]

Oh man I'll definitely eagerly await whatever you choose to write, whether a sequel or little onshots! I was actually checking out your fics last night and your Stanley Parable ones caught me totally by surprise. I didn't even think there was tword fics for that game but it makes so much sense, especially with how flustering the Narrators voice is in game. Your use of his omniscience and glee in toying with Stanley is so in character and wonderful!

I can definitely help you as far as formatting/ gathering everything together in one place if you'd like 😊 No need to put yourself down; I've definitely been there too! I've been cycling through blogs for gosh, at least 5 years now?

This is my first time creating a totally separate account so it can be my main though, besides an old rp account. So I've had a lot of time to figure out what I like authentically and how to organize from other blogs I love!

Aww thank you so much, that’s so nice of you to offer! I’m gonna try on my own, but I’ll probably shoot you a few questions if I hit a road block

But I really don’t think there was any Stanley Parable fics for us! There was like 3 drawings I could find & that’s it. & I was like “I don’t care if this fic flops, I’m hyperfixating & I need to see the Narrator go ham on Stanley” & then it blew up! I greatly underestimated how many people were just WAITING for a sp fic!

[teddysterk]

REQUESTS OPEN! (Closed rn!)

Commissions open!

Masterlist! ❤️

Hello beautiful people! (Please Read)

It’s good to meet you I’m Teddy! I’m a queer little hermit who enjoys everything marvel (occasionally other fandoms) and fluff

My pronouns are They/She/He I’m genderfluid

I don’t plan on showing my face so here’s a picrew of me 💜

In terms of fanfics I’m new to the fic world both reading and writing but I’m lucky to have found a safe space within it 🥰

I’m 100% open to people DMing me with prompts or asks or just making friends! Just know I can be a little shy and introverted so please just bare with me well I warm up to you 😅

I enjoy reading Marvel and Fluff (sorry I know said that already 😅) and I will also be writing those kinds of things if that’s not your thing totally cool hope you find some content your looking for

In terms of fluff I like tword content but I’m very sensitive when talking about the topic so don’t mind me trying to balance my interests with my shyness

If you do dm for any reason…

People I haven’t talked to before

No NSFW!

No Teasing or Tword stuff

Be nice

And pls do asks or prompts in an ask thing

People I have talked to before

No NSFW!

Teasing and Tword talk is ok but please ask for the first time

Keep being an awesome human

Prompts and asks can be in dms just don’t spam and keep in mind I might have other things at the moment

Take care of yourself! I like my friends being healthy and happy 🥰

Here’s a little about me since I’m bad talking to people 😅❤️

Favorite color….. 💜🟪���

Where am I in the world….. Minnesota In the U.S.

Favorite animal….. Dino’s, Snakes, Cats, Sky puppies (bats) and (rubber/yellow) Duckies 🥰

Favorite Marvel character….. Peter Parker, Loki, Bucky, Tony/ I can’t pick they are all awesome 😂❤️

Ler/Switch/Lee….. Lee leaning switch

Hobbies….. Art/Crafts🎨, Gaming 🎮, Listening to Music 🎵 and wasting my time on Tumblr reading Fluff

Birthday….. May 31st ♊️

Music taste….. pretty much all genres from 1920s-2020s!

T.V. And movies….. I really like comedy and Comedy specials and I like my comfort shows (which fluctuate) and Disney movies

Nickname….. Teddy Bear (Only friends can call me that)

[gordiegordgord]

PREVIEW FOR THE CORNBUGS AU FANFIC

So just a quick heads up!

This fic will have alot of triggering topic such as blood, gore, cannibalism and mentions of family trauma and loss so just be warned there!

If anything other triggers besides these end up in the fic I'll be sure to put a warning on the chapter!

Also this is my first time fanfic in a while, so please, any sort of criticism is very much appreciated! This is only a quick draft btw, not the finished product!

Enjoy!

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Living wasn't easy for Chop Top at the moment, he had gone from a nice, run down amusment park to a winnebago by himself. The scar on his torso would've be healing fine if it wasn't for the fact he'd pick on it every so often and had to stitch it up himself. And finally, food didn't taste the same anymore, there was none of that Drayton Sawyer kick that made it special, instead it just tasted like, well, campfire human meat. Chop Top definitely missed his family, that was the hardest part about this, Sawyers worked and lived best together and as far as he was concerned, he was the only one left. Not a single familiar or brotherly bond. Until the crash happened of course. He was on his way felling from the Texas state because he was getting too well known there and it'd be a nice change of scenery.

It was too late at night to be driving, but Chop Top had to push on. He was already so close to his destination that it wouldn't make sense to just up and stop.

As he made his way down the highway he noticed somthing up ahead, 'probably just a deer... it'll run ahead before I get there.' He thought and kept on pushing, however has he got closer Chop Top noticed it to be taller then a deer. When it came into view, he noticed it to be a person and tried his best to slam on the breaks. A person and a Winnebago with one working headlight do not make for a pretty combination. And before Chop Top could stop, he crashed into them.

The winnebago finally stopped and Chop Top's head started ringing like crazy, a result of the air bag puffing up and hitting him in the face. He sat there for a bit after calming himself down, processing the crash and letting his head rest, the ringing finally stopping but a pain still residing. Soon enough he started coming back to reality, thinking to himself 'oh god I just killed someone', blood was on his hands and he was responsible, he took another human's life and now the body was just lying over the hood! After much deliberation, he jumped out the driver's door, figuring it'd be best to go pay respects to the body, take it off the hood and rest it down, call someone and have them sort it all out instead of him.

After some more thought however, he remembered he was a Sawyer, and Sawyers only have one thing on the mind when they see a dead body.

"Hey. Free food."

Chop top carefully approached the body, making sure one hand was rested on the blade closed in his front side pocket. From the looks of it, the person was dead,,, and fairly tall. He was surprised at the bodys's height, it's knees buckled as it slumped over the hood and it's arms that hung almost touched the ground. "Just how tall is this freak-" Chop Top mumbled and peered at the body's face. Or what would be it. instead of a regular human face like what his victims usually had, this body had a white mask on. It was your average white mask that could be bought at any costume shop and it was, just there, sititng perfectly on it's face.

"Shit must be a person going to a costume party or somthing... people might be wondering where this sack of flesh is-" As Chop Top reached out to pry the mask off and get a good look at his victim, the body's arm suddenly reached out and grabbed at Chop Top.

"Damn! The bitch is still alive!" He fished out his blade and quickly hit the button on the side, immediately slashing at the body's arm and taking a couple steps back. The body slumped up and ragged doll almost, looking like a puppet being hung from a string, it soon after took a couple steps twords Chop Top and reached out to him. "Damn freak!" Chop Top yelled out and slashed once more at the body's hand, instead of the regular blood coming out, wiring flew out and sparked a little, prompting the body to recoil in fear.

"don't hurt!" A voice softly came from the body as it brought its arms to its chest, the voice didn't sound human at all, it was airy and too... forced to be a humans, like almost somthing mimicking a human. Protecting the wiring that got forced out of it's hand, the body started shaking and slumped over some more, almost meeting Chop Top's height now. Chop Top lowered his weapon after noticing this, placing his free hand in his pocket and staring at the body in front of him.

"What the fuck are you."

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There you have it! I wrote this half asleep so excuse any mistakes ^^;

Finishing and writing up the rest as this is posted! Should take a little while longer so expect the first chapter next week or so!

[a-simple-lee]

hey!! i haven’t sent you an ask while, so i thought i’d check in and see how you were! 💖 (i’m slowly dying, btw. i keep hearing people use the word tickle EVERYWHERE and my friend asked me abt my weaknesses and i,,, am being killed by lee mood SO badly) supersweet!anon

Hi!!! I haven't spoken to you in a while, sorry for being a lil distant lately! It's great to hear from you again!! 💖💖💖💖💗

A LOT of things have changed and happened over the past few weeks and BOY do I have some explaining to do

Essentially I managed to get @squirmycuddles into critical role, and then she had the horrible idea of suggesting we do some tword headcanons for it, so over about 3 weeks I ended up writing 5 tword fics for critical role because apparently I have no life and anyway we've been having a lot of conversations that have been Very Very Flustering and I think my ability to focus in class is now permanently damaged because every 5 seconds I get reminded of something she's said

...In a similar vein to your current situation, I managed to pluck up the courage to tell two of my closest friends about The Thing, and they were really nice about it!! Anyway I've been learning to talk a little more freely about it with them which has given me the perfect opportunity to sit down every morning, show them what @squirmycuddles / Li has sent me, and curl into a ball to freak out about it in front of them. So at least I can talk to someone about how much Li has been bullying me lately swcrvfssbfbrgfbd

ALSO! One of my friends and I developed a handshake of sorts that I can use to signal to them when I'm in a lee mood because I find it hard to ask them, and I uh,,,,,might've used it on Tuesday and I got tworded a couple times for the first time in literal years and even though it wasn't much it was still really awesome and I've been learning to be more open with these two friends recently and they've been so nice and it's so amazing to be able to share this part of my life with them yknow? And they've been so supportive and willing to listen to me being trash and I love them they're amazing efvebfebt

Also I just applied to university!!!! My life is a bit of a whirlwind right now but I'm doing really really well right now and so much is happening but I'm so happy that it is and just????? Ahhhhhh?????

I could go on and on because there have been so many developments with these two friends but I'll refrain because it's hard to type it all out and also I am currently searching for material to use to fluster Li because last night she sent me some Awful Headcanons and I need to exact my revenge

[raccoon-james]

Midnight guest

Pairing: Billy Bennet x Reader 

Words: 2522 

Universe: Deadly Class syfy 

Requested: Yes 

Summary: The reader has an unexpected guest in the middle of the night. 

Warnings: kinda bad writing I guess? 

A/N: As you can see, I’ve finally uploaded my work! It’s my first published fic, but I thought it’s good enough to show it to you guys. English is not my native language so I’m sorry for every grammar/language/spelling mistake I had made while writing it. Also, it’d be nice to receive some feedback, some pieces of advice – please leave a comment or sth. It’s very helpful and motivates me to write more.

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Nights at King's Dominion contrasted with the school in the daylight. Relative calm seemed to return to school halls every time when sun comes down. No noises, no running or fighting - no whatever-made-pupils’-daily-rutine. With sun held up, high at the sky, the school was bustling with life, but with the moment of sun disappearing time seemed to slow down immediately.

Sitting in the room with the door closed, you could easily feel cut off from that little world you have lived for some time. It wasn't hard to feel lonely sometimes. All you had to do then was talk to your roommate, or sneak out to meet friends living in another room. If you wanted peace and silence it was enough to not speak to anyone, play music and take care of whatever had to be done - like homework or makeup.

You liked nights here. Somehow you managed to get a small single room, which was a godsent for you, someone who enjoys being on their own, and the lack of unexpected guests was a guarantee of a successful night. It gave you a feeling of control. You could choose when you wanted company or not; if you wanted some time by yourself, you just stayed in your bedroom. That kind of control was enough to make up for many things, that the legacy status had taken from you. People think if you have a high position in the walk of life then it's easier to live. Bullshit. Why is no one speaking about the expectations everyone suddenly has for you? That you have to be the best, never miss a bit in a fight, never hesitate to pull the trigger, to know all poisons at the back of your hand. And what if you simply cannot live up to the expectations? That's when the lynch starts. "She? I can't believe..." "You're so not what I expected" "The shame of our family"... People pick you clean, then go to work on the bones.

It was couple minutes before midnight and the only audible sounds were your breath, pen writing something down on a sheet of paper and the turning of pages of numerous books surrounding you. Tirelessly you've been repeating materials for the “fundamentals of psychopathy” class. It was interesting, specific but exceptionally enjoyable.

The conception of motive that you had focused on this night was far more addictive than you could imagine. For you it was like digging in someone else's brain. Coming to the conclusions about the killer’s personality based on his actions - adding the way of killing, some repeated patterns and you can compile information about their past, present...the top of the top in this field can speculate - based on tiny details found at the crime scene – about the traumas and habits of the criminal.

The cracking of the door interrupted your flow. While studying in a school for assassins, unannounced visits after midnight don't bode well. In any moment then you could find yourself stabbed or with broken arm, your position meant nothing. Everyone could become a target, from children of the heads of state, through mafia bosses, to the average street rats.

With daggers, the fight technique you have been training for several years, you almost never part with, always keeping them within reach. That was the main reason why you grabbed the weapon so quickly.

Ready to defend yourself, you turned towards the door, no longer sitting but standing. Feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, ready to fend off the attacker.

"Y/N, put the dagger down" said Billy closing the door, in the tone of someone who's welcomed by people ready to slit his throat at least three times every day.

"Uh, I don’t know, I like it... Brings out the color of my eyes, dontcha think?" you said relaxing a bit. You fliped the dagger that made a full rotation in the air and than came back to your hand, that fist on the handle again. Pretty easy trick but always impressing Billy - until one day you'd be very unlucky and loose a hand while catching the blade.

"So, what's the matter?" you asked putting down the dagger. You tossed it on opened notebook on your desk. It was obvious that the studying session is over for you, at least for that night.

"You better tell me, huh?" said the teenager seemingly upset, pointing out to a half-packed suitcase on the floor. Shit... You promised yourself to tell him about you leaving right before They come to take you, which would be about 7 am, definitely not midnight! For all intents and purposes you didn't even know who or where was supposed to take you by tomorrow morning. All you knew was that your parents admittedly, may have overplayed your hand a little. You were a kid after all, a student who'd rather stay up late studying killers’ minds than actually becoming one. Still, have you ever had any other options but learning how to live under direct orders of your family?

"I'm leaving...for some time" you mumbled averting your eyes.

"And what? You...you didn't want me to know? Just leave?" he started, and by that moment you realized what was going to happen. It was going to be a bloody long lecture about your incompetence as a very best friend, as a main theme.

You haven't completely got used to the relation between you and green-haired Billy Bennett. Since your connections with other people were built on viable alliances, and because your loyalty twords them was like loyalty of an average whore from the brothel, you haven’t had many friends. All that had to happen was an extremely unlucky incident, a broken nose and slippery wooden stairs, for you to make some changes in your social life. That was how you met Billy.

"Could you once in your life shut the hell up, maybe?" you stopped his speech before he got a chance to get started with it, slowly looking up at him. He shut his lips and tilted his head a little, raising his eyebrows, noticably surprised with your reaction. You sigh heavily, running your fingers through your hair, wondering what you actually wanted to say when you stopped him. Or was that only self-defense because you didn't want to hear him whine about how bad you really are.

"Y/N..."

"No" you cut him off again. Tiredness that studying drew away, now started to slowly overtake you. "I seriously wanted to tell you but..."

"But when I couldn't do shit about it, right?" he snarled looking little piqued.

"It's not always about you" you hummed staring at your white socks "I don't even know what they want me to do. I received a letter saying I have to pack up and be ready to go at 7 am in the morning. Nothing more. No greetings, how are you or a fuckin hello. It doesn't matter if I told you about this crappy trip today or tomorrow morning, you can't do shit about it.  I can't disobey direct orders" you managed to keep your tone serious. You glanced at the rat, still standing near the door. It could be harder for him without you at hand but come on! He could handle it before, so why the hell would anything change now?

Before you had the chance to think about anything else, Billy was standing next to you, embracing you all of the sudden. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, gently rubbing your arm. Despite the heaviness in your stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of your body pressed against his. You sunk into the warmth of his side, appreciative of the simple gesture. His touch made the room warmer somehow, your future within its walls seeming a little less bleak. Still, you were confused after that sudden display of benevolence coming from Billy. Your body was tense, ready to attack. It took you a moment to edge off but when you did it, you returned the hug.

You liked Billy. He was like cat. Not a fluffy kitty, pretty as a picture but homeless, a bit scraggly and scrawny with unbelievably stunning eyes. These cats you want to take with you even if they aren't drawn to you. And honestly you'd never thought, till this moment, that leaving the cat would be so damn hard. Stupid Billy... Why on earth did he hug you? It was clear now why you had avoided profuse goodbyes all your life. It was so much easier to leave not realizing what's left behind you, because without "goodbye" it feels like you'd never really left. You spared yourself the heartbreaking pain and feeling of  loneliness, that goes hand in hand with every long-term goodbye.

"Do you have any plans for tonight?" you mumbled into Billy's t-shirt, hoping your voice wouldn't crack and reveal how devastated you started to feel with every passing second. You used to keep a stiff upper lip, but now it's harder, apparently.

He stepped back at the length of an extended arm and grinned as only he could, which warmed your heart.

"Sleep? I guess..." he answered slightly shrugging his shoulders.

You smirked wrinkling the bridge of your nose, waited for a moment just squinting at him and than turned on your heel so you can walk over to a nightstand and reach the alarm clock.

"I'm not sayin' now, right? But what else would I do at this hour, haha..." Billy muttered while staring at you, tracking all your movements when you were setting an alarm for 6;30 am. You mumbled something like "mhm" putting the device where it was before.

Bennett once again was like a torrent, an unbelievable flow of words which wasn't exactly what you needed right now. Soon it would be half past one, your mind has told you that six hours of sleep is definitely not enough for you to be full of energy by tomorrow morning. Billy was concerned with your actions but didn't ask any questions, hoping you'd tell him what was on your mind. What the hell were you trying to do? Well, you wanted to turn off the only light in the room which was the lamp on your desk buried in books and notes. And when you did it, complete darkness surrounded both of you.

Billy was ready to ask question about what the fuck you were doing. He raised his arm, opened his mouth but that instant you grabbed his raised wrist

"Come" you whispered, dragging him to bed.

"Wha...No! Y/N what the fuck?" he squealed, acting like he didn't want to go with you, yet somehow his body didn't fight back and let you sit him on the bed, so his behavior didn't match the words he was saying at all.

"God...I don't want to bang you man!" you rolled your eyes lying down on the mattress "I had already packed my emotional support teddy bear. How do you think I'm gonna fall asleep now, hm?" you were kinda joking, but kinda not - it was true you had packed your stuffed animals but it didn't really have any influence on your ability to sleep well. You just wanted Billy around, even though you haven't thought about it earlier. The boy widened his eyes on you or at least the darker spot on the bed that should be you. Pretty hard to see anything without any source of light.

"You're still sleeping with a teddy bear? What are you? Twelve?" he laughed. Not exactly laughed, more like attempt to laugh. He was cut off with a cold blade of the dagger near his throat, the best way to silence him in your opinion.

"Say a single word about it and you're gonna end up stuffed just like that teddy bear" you hissed not anymore laying on the bed

"Jesus, how many of them do you have here?" whined Bennett moving away the blade. You couldn't help admiring his ability to stay so chilled and cool with your threats. It was really impressive. Something (the dagger) landed on the floor as evidenced by the hollow metallic sound going with the sound of a laying back body.

"But waking up so early...I don't know..." boy was still whining around while taking his shoes off.

"I'll do my best to not wake you" you said calmly waiting for him to lay near you. To be honest you had never ever slept with him. Sure you had laid down together, sometimes even he managed to take a quick nap but you never lowered your guard.

Billy tried to lie down comfortably but it was hard since it was single bed, not exactly what two people need to sleep together. Your back was slightly touching the wall against the bed, sticking to the boys body, hoping it would compensate for the lack of the bedsheets. You were actually lying on one but it was pretty warm already so it wasn't necessary. With your arms around his neck and a leg over his belly you breathed softly into his hair. You know you should have found it adorable but after all you liked your space. Still you couldn't resist it since you haven't got any idea when you would meet him again. You weren't really much of a hugger when it comes to people,  but liked teddy bears as a kid and it you stuck with till now.

Time was passing and the feeling of tiredness disappeared, leaving you on standby mode exactly the same that you were on while being on a lookout. Just like someone if was about to burst into your room now and attack both of you. You haven't locked the door, it was haunting you now but you didn't want to move, scared it would wake Billy up. He was probably asleep by then. You could tell by the regular deep breaths and silence.

With your right hand, you reached for the boys head. For a couple of minutes, you were playing with his short green hair tangling them between your fingers until you would get tired again. That relaxing activity, it made it inevitable for unpleasant thoughts to come across your mind no matter if you were or were not prepared for them. Obviously, you weren't.

Was it possible for you to come back to school in one piece? Who would protect Billy from getting in trouble during your absence? Would you have a telephone wherever you were going, to call Billy here every evening or at least once a week?

It was mind-blowing for you since you have never, ever had problems like that! But also you never had a friend like Billy to make your life more complicated than it already is. Master Lin was right when he said that when you have someone who you would die for, sooner or later things were going to get messed up...

The red numbers on the screen of the clock showed five minutes after one a.m. when you finally dozed off.

[chibinekochan]

Hey, I was wondering you can make a myesmessenger fan fic with V X Mc X Jumin. Can it be like a scenario with the boys getting jealous at one another when MC does littler flirtasious and or flustered gestures twords one of them. So they have a friendly battle on which won will win her heart. (I think I just made an AU lolol, I hope you like it.)

Yeahits a AU for sure. It´s diffidently a interesting idea I will do mybest.

Goodthat I´m playing Jumins route again right now. I got carried away inthis I ended arround 1k words.

Sincethis is a  Alternate universe Rika does not exist just if anyone waswondering where she is. And because  I´m lazy hadno better ideas I just renamed the RFA to VFA

Arround 1k words.

Itwas a night like many others with the only Difference that today wasthe VFA party. You had worked month for this party and you wherereally exited. Also you could not wait to see Jumin and V again itfelt like it had been forever since you last met them. Many thinkshad happened on the last VFA party so you had barely time to enjoythe party you had planned. No one could had foreseen that the VFA wassuddenly attacked by a unknown force called mint eye. You wherereally glad that everyone came out unharmed. It was thanks to Juminand V that you where still alive. As the hooded people came to theparty Jumins bodyguards did their best to protect everybody and healso lead you into a save room where you and the rest of the VFAwhere waiting till everything was over. It was a quiet scarysituation but Jihyun managed to keep everybody calm it was veryimpressive. Both man where really awesome in their own ways. So itwas not really surprising to you that you felt attracted to both ofthem. You knew that they where both out of your reach so you justkept your attraction for both of them hidden.

Nowonly a half year after that event you had planned an other party andJumin had made the security really tight. You had your nicest outfiton and you heart was pounding from excitement while you where waitingfor driver Kim to pick you up.

Whenyou got in the car you where surprised to see Jumin. He was greetingyou in a very friendly way:“You look really lovely tonight.”Jumin complimented you and it made you blush a little. You wherewondering why he made the effort to pick you up. When you arrived atthe Party Jihyun was also just as surprised that Jumin was comingwith you. “It´s so nice to see you you look lovely and I see youcame with Jumin.”Jihyun was smiling to and then slightly glared atJumin. “Jumin said the same think I guess now I really have tobelieve it.” You laughed a bit nervously. “Oh he did I see weshould get inside otherwise you will get cold.” Jihyun was lookingcoldly to Jumin who looked unfazed. “Yes lets get inside I reallyhope all the guests are coming tonight.” You tried to change thesubject to something else since  you had no idea why they where sohostile towards each other. “Their are already plenty of them hereyou should go and greet them all.” Jihyun was really friendlytowards you.

Afteryou greeted everyone you take a moment to sit down in the privatearea you see that Jumin is their and you greet him. He is drinkingsome wine he offers you a glass and you sit next to him and  enjoythe conversation about the wine he drinks. “You really did a greatJob with the party tonight.” Jumin smiles kindly at you and it´s abit embarrassing to you. “You and V did the most work really.”You where nervously sipping on your glass of wine. “I actually wasnot sure if we should even have an other party after what happenedbut after you said that we should not forget why we do this in thefirst place I had to agree. After all we help countless people withthis organization.” Jumin always found the best words. You wheresmiling at his kind words. “Ah here you are I have been looking foryou.” Jihyun looked at you and then he saw Jumin right next to you.“Is their anything you need me for ?” You thought your dutieswhere done for now but of course you where more then willing to helphim. “No not really I just wanted to talk to a bit.” Jihyun wassmiling. “That would be nice why don´t you join us ?” Youoffered him a chair. “I don´t want to disturb you two.” Jihyunlooked to Jumin. “Don´t be silly we are just talking about wine.”You smiled and looked to Jumin. “Yes that is right.” Jumin wasstiffing back up. Jihyun was sitting down on your other side. Youfelt like both man where shooting daggers at each other. It was a bitstrange to you but maybe they just had a fight recently you thought.“How much do you think the people will donate tonight ?” Youlooked to V and where hoping that you could cut threw the thickatmosphere.

“Sofar they all are very generous you really did a great job withchoosing people.” Jihyun was smiling widely and you blushed at hiskind words. “You are really to kind Jihyun.” You smiled back tohim and you felt daggers in your back from Jumins stare. “It is thetruth this is all thanks to your efforts.” Jumin said and youturned to him and he was smiling generously. “Both of you areflustering me.” You where giggling slightly. “I was never myintention to embarrass you but I admit you look cute when you blush.”Jihyun where looking strait into your eyes but you could only lookembarrassed away. You heard Jumin couching behind you he sounded likewas not expecting Jihyun to say that. “Jihyun you really need tostop that.” You heard that Jumin was really annoyed. “I see Imade you unconformable I will stop for now.” Jihyun looked notreally sorry and was gazing with a slight sense of Victory to Jumin.“It is always better to say such thinks in private. Even when theyare true.” Jumin  was serious you could feel it. You where kind ofconfused about what was happening. Whatever it was you made theSituation between them just worse. “I really should go back to theparty my break was long enough.” You said and where slowly gettingup. “Yeah that is true it would be rude too keep everyone out theirwaiting but I hope we can continue our conversation an other time.”Jumin said and he was looking kindly at you. “Of course Jumin thatwould be really nice.” You agreed to it you found it really nice totalk to him. “We should talk some more in private too don´t youthink ?” Jihyun was asking. “Yes for sure V.” You agreed sinceit was really nice to talk to him.

Therest of the evening you spend avoiding both of them since it wasreally strange to be around them. You where really hoping you wouldbe able to solve this problem between the two men. Since you likedboth and they where both your friends.

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[sociallyawkwardfoxwriter]

YOI Week: Day Two

R & R & W

Pairings: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov (Mentioned), Michele Crispino/Emil Nekola (Mentioned), Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek Altin (Mentioned)

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,362

Summary: Mila and Sara have a girl’s night. There is drinking, trying on costumes, and painting dog nails. That’s it.

*Options: A, B, C. I actually looked up whether dog nail polish is a thing for this fic. Spoilers. It is.

Mila reached up her hand to run it through Makkachin’s soft fur, earning a please rumble in response from the old dog. She could still remember when she could fit Makkachin in one hand, that stage hadn’t lasted long. The poodle seemed to grow from a little puppy to an adult dog in a matter of weeks. Of course, Makkachin was still the most adorable dog she had ever seen and that might have had something to do with her agreement to dog-sit for the newly-wed couple while they were on their honeymoon. The fact Yuri owned ten cats might have also come into play when Victor decided to leave his precious poodle with her.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Makkachin let out a pitiful whine and nosed at the top of her head. She moved her hand to scratch behind his ear and let out a sound of understanding that earned her a little lick. The poodle settled back down with a little huff and didn’t complain when she pulled her hand back so she could use it to text. Her fingers danced quickly across the screen as she typed out her response, then she held the phone out for a quick picture. With the happy couple now reassured of their dog’s wellbeing, she could focus on the waiting she had been busy doing.

She was toying with the idea of taking a short nap, when a soft knock filtered through her apartment door. Makkachin wriggled out from under her head and went to wait patiently in front of the door with his tail wagging slowly behind him. With a little chuckle, she shooed him out of the way so she could open it without hitting him. Sara stood in the doorway, hair twisted into a messy braid and only half of the buttons done up on her coat.

“I brought four bottles of wine.”

“Good vintage?”

“The best.”

“Can’t wait.”

Mila took Sara’s bags from her and motioned for her to come into her apartment. The other woman smiled gratefully at her and made a beeline for the couch. She dropped onto it with a groan, then gave a little smile when Makkachin nosed at her knee. Sara patted the couch on her left side and started to run her hands over Makkachin’s fur after he jumped up.

“The wine is in my suitcase.”

“Ready to start so soon?”

“My brother’s being insufferable.”

“Still hasn’t figured it out?”

A negative noise came from Sara’s mouth as she gladly accepted the wine glass Mila handed to her. “No, that’s the problem. He finally figured out I’m not the twin Emil is interesting in and now that’s all he’ll talk about. I tried to convince him to go visit during the off-season, but he’s being stubborn. I was so glad when you called me. It was the perfect excuse to get away from his pining.”

“Well, here’s to him figuring it out and hoping they can get their shit together soon!”

“Hear, hear!”

They clinked their wine glasses together, then took long sips from the dark red liquid. Mila let out an appreciative hum at the smooth taste of the wine and took another quick sip. If there was any doubt Sara had been exaggerating before, she could now say with certainty she hadn’t been.

“That’s incredible.”

“It’s a personal favorite. I actually brought two bottles of that one. You can save the other one if you want.”

“I’ll have to send you home with a nice bottle of vodka. It’ll be perfect for the nights your brother annoys you.”

“Can’t say no to that.” Sara set down her glass, then turned her attention to Mila’s apartment. “This one is much more spacious than the last, but not overly so. I like it.”

“Me too. I fell in love with it the first time I saw it. There’s plenty of space for stretching and practicing step sequences, but not so much that it looks empty. Of course, Yuri said I had abysmal taste, not that he can talk. You can hardly move in his apartment. You’re more likely to step on a cat than the floor.”

“That’ll change when Otabek moves in.”

“Don’t remind me. I can handle Victor and Yuuri. The only time they act obnoxious is when they’re trying to annoy Yurio, but Yuri and Otabek are going to be annoying.”

“Really? I can’t imagine Otabek being in a relationship like that. He seems too relaxed and private.”

Mila drained the last of her wine and poured another glass, vowing to make this one last longer even though she knew that wouldn’t happen. “Yuri brings out another side of him. Out in public you can hardly tell, but invite them to dinner and its Yuri constantly flirting and Otabek blushing, then flirting right back. Then Yuri blushes and it becomes an endless cycle.”

“Gross. Do you still have that one?”

The picture Sara was pointing at was one of Mila in one of her old skating costumes. A bright red number, that looked like a corset up top and flared into a short skirt with a black mesh underskirt. It was one of her favorite costumes because of how vibrant, yet sophisticated it looked. Even if she didn’t keep them all, she would have kept that one in particular for sure.

“Yes. Did you want to try it on?”

“Definitely.”

“Come on. If there are any others you want to try, feel free to pull them out.”

“You still have them all?”

“Yes.”

The rest of Sara’s wine was tossed back, then she poured another and grabbed the next bottle of wine. “I know what we’re doing tonight. It’s been so long since I’ve done this. Mickey isn’t as easy to convince as he used to be.”

“Did you ever get him in that yellow one you wore?”

“No. I tried so hard, but that was one he just would not agree to.”

“Shame. I would have loved to see a picture.”

Sara hummed under her breath as she put the finishing touches on the blue nail polish she’d been meticulously applying to Makkachin’s nails. She’d been determined to do it as soon as she saw the bottle of dog nail polish mixed in with the rest of Mila’s polish. In all honesty, she had forgotten she bought that the last time Victor had asked her to look after Makkachin. It had been purchased on a whim while she was buying dog treats and she had only gotten through one paw before she’d been interrupted.

“How are you still sober enough to do that?”

“I haven’t had as much as you. Plus, my hands keeps shaking. I can’t get this one spot or my mind is playing tricks on me. I’m not sure.”

Mila giggled and tried to look over Sara’s shoulder to see what she was talking about, but she could hardly see the blue let alone an empty speck not painted. “I’m sure it’s fine. Not like Victor will mind if it isn’t perfect. He’ll just think it’s cute you managed to get all four paws done.”

“My dog would never have the patience to sit through this. Makkachin is such a sweetheart.”

“The sweetest. He’s starting to slow down some in his old age, but he’s always been a calm one. You should see him around Yuuri. He loves him just as much as Victor does.”

“I bet Yuuri spoils him.”

“Probably. Want another glass?”

“One more.”

“You said that last time.”

“Did I?” Sara stared thoughtfully into space, then shrugged her shoulders and smoothed down the purple fabric of the costume she was wearing. “I can’t remember. This time I mean it. I should get some sleep.”

“It’s not like you have to get to practice in the morning. What’s one late night?”

“This is why Mickey doesn’t like me coming here. He says you’re a bad influence.”

“The worst.”

“Definitely. Isn’t she, Makkachin? The absolute worst.” The dog barked in agreement and rolled onto his back, so Sara could easily rub his tummy. “Spoiled. Hey, Mila! Grab the vodka!”

“You read my mind!”

[amazingmsme]

Sorry just saw you answered my ask now haha!

I had to catch up on everything; I kinda went into a state of hyperfocus the past 6 hours while blasting Honkai Star Rail character playlists and did a lot of tuning up.

Still have to bring over the other half of my tword headcanon masterlist, and then my general fics and headcanons(those will thankfully be a lot less), but at least I got my first Critical Role fic posted.

I have to thank you by the way! Dare to be Bold lives in my head rent free and puts me in the worst Lee mood anytime I read it. Essek and Caleb both take me out with the way you right them. Essek's threatening at the end, and the threatening of "endurance training" with Caleb(which is trope I'm weak for), especially. OH gosh and the self preservation line!? I legit covered my face and just about died reading that one the first time. Took me out on sight. I'm so weak for playful condescending like that.

I'm not even up to Campaign 2 yet but seeing all the tword content for it makes me excited to get there!

All this to say- thanks so much for sharing your work with us! <3

Bro I admire you so much for actually organizing & making things look nice on your blog, I should’ve been doing that from the beginning but I was a dumb, technologically inept child. Now I’m not as inept, so I want to try & put some sort of order to this blog

But THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! That was one of my absolute favorite fics to write, I love the mighty nein sooo much, they’re my favorite party. I started with campaign 2 because of all the fics for it. I wanted to be FED & the fandom really doesn’t disappoint! & trust me, I flustered myself a few times with some of the teases! I do want to make a sequel or maybe turn it into a short series where Essek teaches them all a lesson. But that sounds like a lot of work so I haven’t started lol

I can’t wait to read all your fics!