#not sure what i'd do for the face but it wouldn't look like generic hot guy face. also the stubble needs to go

[shoechoe]

why does he look like patrick bateman

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Dress Up Part 4 - Second Preview

Second preview for you lovelies! Warning for mentions of sex and innuendos!

"Pheromones?" you repeated, "umm, not much honestly. Why do you ask?"

Fizz shot you an excited smirk. “Well, the long and short of it is that they work extremely well when you’re looking to boost attraction,” he said, emphasizing his seductive tone on the last word. “Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t doubt that you and the King have the raging hots for each other! But Ozzie and I came up with a little something to…maximize the experience!”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Asmodeus chimed in.

Fizz rolled his eyes. “Okay, okay, yeah, there are a few little quirks with it, I'll admit it."

"Such as?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.

Fizz skillfully flipped and landed his backflip back onto Oz's lap and crossed his arms. "You know, I used to think there was no such thing as too much overstimulation, but uhh..." The jester looked up at Oz, "you wanna take this one, big guy?"

Oz cleared his throat. "Y-yeah, like Fizz said, it's extremely powerful. You don't even have to touch your partner for the effects to start take hold, they just have to be in the general vicinity of you. It's gonna take almost nothing to get them going. So, do you think that's something you're willing to try with your prince charming?"

Oz's explanation was intriguing to be sure, but a question still lingered. "You're selling it well, Oz. But what is it exactly?"

With a snap of his fingers, a small and skinny lavender colored vile appeared in Oz's hand. It was no bigger than your pinky finger. "There are very few things are more enticing to the senses than a good perfume."

"It seems...a little small," you joked.

"Oh, trust me, Your Highness," Fizz laughed, "that is way more than enough. One tiny spritz and you're in for a loooonnnggg night!"

Oz tossed the vile to you and you caught it with ease. You examined the bottle. The blue flames from Oz's fire pit reflected beautifully off of the pristine crystal container, almost as if it was sparkling. You couldn't help but wonder how powerful this substance really was, especially considering the King of Lust himself was skeptical. You turned the bottle around and found the warning label on the side. It had things like 'Increase in stamina' and 'Increase in sensitivity' listed, but one sentence had jumped out to you in particular.

" 'Lack of a refractory period.' " you read out loud. "Does...that mean what I think it means?"

Fizz chuckled at your reaction. "It sure does! You two will definitely have loads and loads of fun.~" The jester's innuendo was definitely not lost on you, and you could feel the heat rise to your face once again. "Don't stress, it doesn't last that long. Well, I guess it depends on whether or not you consider an hour a long time!"

Oz playfully squinted at the imp in his lap who stuck out his tongue in return. "Normally, I wouldn't give away a product that hasn't been sold publicly, but I'm more than confident you and the King will use it wisely. Hell, you might even be able to handle it better than most!"

"Thank you, Oz," you smiled. "How much do I owe you?"

Oz waved his arms in dismissal. "Oh honey, don't worry about it! Consider it an anniversary gift. Although, I do ask for one favor." You raised an eyebrow. "After your session, I'd love to know how it worked for you. It'll be another test run, for lack of a better term, and I need all the info I can get before we start marketing."

"Oh, yeah, n-no problem!" you managed to squeak out. “Thank you for everything. I should be getting back now, though. Knowing Lucifer, he’s probably on the verge of sending out a search party for me.” You stood up and snapped your fingers, creating a portal behind you that lead to your home. Becoming the Queen of Hell had its perks, and Lucifer was a fantastic teacher when it came to your newfound abilities.

“Before you go, I have one last thing for you,” Ozzie called out. With another snap of his fingers, rope with a shining light blue glow appeared in your empty hand.

“Blessed rope?” you questioned.

“It’ll come in handy, trust me,” Oz winked. “Use it as you please! Although, I don’t know how well it’ll fair against an angel like him.”

“Thanks again, Oz,” you smiled shyly as you stepped through the portal. “I’ll see you two soon!”

The couple waved back as the portal closed “Let me know how long it takes ya to learn how to walk again!” Fizz called out before disappearing from sight.

[thegoldencontracts]

Kiss-Kiss K.O.~!

Summary: Your boyfriend keeps telling you he'll faint if you keep being so affectionate with him. Little do you know, he's right.

Pairing: Azul/Reader

Notes: Reader is completely gender neutral. Hehehe Azul bbg I would treat you so right just sign this marriage contract teehee-

A normal day at the lounge. You, In the VIP room, sitting next to Azul while you both did work together. Things were peaceful, and Azul was there, which made everything better.

While you worked, your attention drifted to Azul. You wanted him to talk to you. Or kiss you. Or maybe you wanted to kiss him. Something like that.

"Hey, Azul!" You said.

"Yes?" He said, a smug grin on his face. "Would you like something? Perhaps you're lonely? If so, I'd be more than happy to shower you with my affections as you please. You need only ask."

That wasn't even what you wanted to do, but now you were flustered, damnit! Damn your boyfriend and his silver tongue! And damn you for liking this so much!

"Really, now," he said, holding your hand up in a may that did more damage to your heart than any of those triple-deep-fried foods they sold at state fairs. "You look positively adorable like this! How could I possibly resist?"

"I- uh, just-" he snickered as you gave up, and you realized you were pouting. Damnit.

You weren't sure what exactly he couldn't resist until he kissed your hand. Your face was burning. This shouldn't've been such a big deal. It was fine. You were fine.

You were not fine. You glared at Azul. He did this to you . This was his fault. He shouldn't have been so insanely charming. Why was he so hot?

"My, my," he said. "It seems as if you're having trouble concentrating. Is something ailing you?"

Yep, something was ailing you. And you knew the cure.

You leaned in real to press a quick kiss to his mole. Kissing Azul made everything better.

"This was about you, you know," he said. "I think I ought to be the one kissing you, rather than the other way around."

He seemed perfectly smug while he talked, and someone might think he didn't like being kissed. But the red on his cheeks said otherwise.

"No, No," you said. "Let's keep going."

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, grinning at the shudder he couldn't keep in. And then you pressed another, slightly lower than the first. And another. And another, until-

"Y-You!" Azul screeched, face bright red. "This is highly unprofessional!"

Good thing you didn't have a profession, then. That meant you'd get to do this more.

"And?" You said, pressing another kiss, this time to his nose, laughing as he failed around in his chair. "I like doing this. You look adorable when you get all flustered."

He'd said that last sentence to you so many times before. It felt so good throwing it back at him.

"I am not adorable." He said. "I am a businessman, I am intimidating, not-"

You cut him off by kissing him right next to the lips. He looked away from you, scowling.

"What happened to that grin when you were kissing me a few minutes ago?" You asked. "Is it that you can't take what you dish out?"

Although you didn't think it was possible, his face somehow got redder. He looked away, too embarrassed to meet your eyes. He looked so pretty when he was flustered. Actually, he was pretty in general.

Really, you were lucky to have him. He was so pretty, so perfect.

"T-That isn't true in the slightest," Azul mumbled.

Oops. Did you just say that out loud? Whatever. Azul deserved to hear nice things about himself anyway.

But he was denying it. That wouldn't do at all.

Without warning, you kissed him, this time, trailing down his face with more kisses until he finally pushed you away with a yelp.

"Stop," he pleaded, though something told you he didn't want you to stop.

"Do you really want me to stop?" You asked, grinning as he shook his head. "That's what I thought."

"Seven, if you tease me any more, I'll faint," Azul groaned, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"Right," you said, leaning in to kiss him again.

And then he fainted.

He just fainted. Because you kissed him too much. Were you going to laugh, or panic because the twins might get here and grill you on what happened any moment?

The door slamming open answered that question for you.

In walked Jade, polite face turning into one that screamed murder as he looked at Azul's limp body.

"My, my," he said, "care to explain what happened here?"

You got where he was coming from. Azul, who'd been fine that morning, fainting out of nowhere? And you were the only person in the room with him? You would blame you too if you were him.

Right after him, walked Floyd, who gave you an annoyed look after seeing Azul's body.

"Hey, Grouper Fish," Floyd changed your old nickname to that ever since you'd started dating Azul. Something, something, symbiotic relationship, you vaguely recalled Jade explaining. "What happened here?"

"Well-" you realized how dumb your explanation sounded. There was no way the twins would believe it. "I, uh, can't say."

Jade raised an eyebrow.

"You are aware that your words give me reason to believe Azul s current state is your doing, no?"

"Yeah," you said, gulping.

"Can I squeeze Grouper Fish now, Jade?" Floyd said.

"Not yet," Jade said before gesturing to the security camera. "It would be best to review the security camera footage before jumping to conclusions."

He turned to you.

"Meanwhile," he said, "Would you mind bringing Azul to his room?"

You nodded, breathing a sigh of relief. The twins would realize what actually happened. You were safe.

A bit of struggling later, you managed to get Azul to his room. Now, all you had to do, was wait.

A while later, Azul woke up.

"What- happened?" He groaned, before flushing red as the memories came back to him. "Ah."

"Sorry, Azul," you said. "I probably should've toned it down a little."

"No, no," he said. "You have nothing to apologize for. I'm simply- not used to such gestures of affection."

"I think that's a bit of an understatement," you said. "Anyways, Jade and Floyd came and saw you fainted. I was scared, dude. Thought they were gonna turn me into fish food."

"I apologize for that," he said. "Please accept a free meal at the lounge ad compensation."

You nodded in acceptance, though you were probably going to try and pay for it on secret anyways.

"Wait." Azul said, eyes wide.

"Yeah?"

"The twins have access to the security camera footage. They likely saw everything that happened."

"And?" You asked, before it hit you. "Oh. Sorry."

"Ugh," he groaned. "I'm never going to hear the end of this!"

[ox-imagines]

Why I don't ship Tohma and Jin

An analysis I wrote while I probably should've been studying instead

Ok, look. I get it. I started out in the camp many of you are in where you probably prefer Jin to Tohma and just saw this as "omg cigarette kiss! hot!!" Safe to say I do not live there anymore and I will explain why.

Disclaimer: this is an opinion!! it's fine to disagree! if you have a different opinion/viewpoint feel free to share it!

Now, the most obvious reason to some of you may be that I'd rather keep Tohma to myself. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. However, that wouldn't be solid reasoning because I don't mind shipping him with Alan. So:

1. Fundamental Background and Disposition Differences

Jin is the definition of a silver spoon: the son of a powerful president of an organization, he's the picture-perfect Frostheim ideal. Though he doesn't seem to like his father much, Jin was raised with his heirship in mind. Riches and luxuries were his to enjoy at his own leisure. Presumably, his attitude was soured by the Clash, since the MC is told (I believe by Kaito in chapter 1?) that he used to be a strong, charismatic leader. Either way, though, he prefers to spend much of his time in his room or bed and delegate his tasks to others.

On the other hand, Tohma is a go-getter. He started his time at Darkwick in Vagastrom, and though we don't know much yet about his past it's probably a safe bet to guess he hails from a similar background and mental space as most of the Vagastrom students. Vagastrom students are known for being a bit more rough, often trouble-makers. While the Tohma we know so far in canon doesn't seem to line up with that expectation, at a closer glance he doesn't much line up with the typical Frostheim student. Despite his all-business, classy demeanor, he doesn't expect things handed to him or done for him, he loves spending time in nature and doing physical activity, and is surprisingly enough not very good at academics, according to himself. He also seems to rather enjoy getting to destroy the building at the end of chapter 1, an impressive show of physical prowess and exertion that most Frostheim students would either not want to do or would be incapable of.

Tohma's lifestyle and Jin's lifestyle are too fundamentally different to foster a healthy relationship. Tohma likes to stay active and keep a busy schedule, whereas Jin is the exact opposite. For all the things Tohma puts up with, he relatively frequently gets irritated with Jin's laziness and apathy, even going so far as his April Fool's line stating that he'd "like to knock that bastard Jin's head clean off... haha, what's with the face? I'm only joking, of course..." (I don't think that's a joke, at least not fully lmao. Humor-wise, Tohma seems to prefer sarcasm and subtle jabs (shady king) to outright statements.)

2. Motives

We can't really be sure yet why Jin wanted Tohma to be his vice (or if he actually did) but we can guess how Jin sees him. He sees Tohma as useful: hard-working, respected by other students and staff alike, even-tempered. Tohma also presumably replaced Haku as Frostheim's vice-captain, or vice-to-be. He's functional rather than a first choice, a position rather than a person.

Sure, Tohma seems loyal to Jin. He'll do what he's asked, he'll generally defend Jin in conversation(unless irritated and is the one complaining about him), etc. However, whether he's loyal to Jin as a person or not, he is using him and his position to get what he wants. Jin is the son of the president over the board that runs/sanctions the Academy, giving Jin a whole lot more pull than any other students (and likely most of the staff) over decisions about the Academy. Jin has a fall from grace during the Clash and becomes resentful and withdrawn, a shameful leader rather than a strong one; he wants someone else to do everything for him. How wonderfully convenient. Tohma steps into the position as vice-captain and, consequentially, gets access to all of Jin's responsibilities. We aren't sure yet why he wants a position of authority where he can enact change, but we can be sure he's using Jin's accesses and privileges.

3. Treatment/Power Dynamic

There is a very obvious power imbalance between the two of them. As much as Tohma uses Jin's position to his benefit, Jin uses Tohma how he pleases and usually treats him as little more than a servant rather than a friend or equal. He orders him around, speaks down to him, and overloads him with work, and Tohma puts up with it because he knows it makes dealing with him and getting what he wants easier than if he tried to talk back or defy him. Jin also doesn't seem to trust him, immediately confronting him over the incident with the talking painting news report about him and accusing him of being the one who divulged the news about his mother. Tohma told him it wasn't him who'd done it and reminded him of someone it likely was, but the immediate and aggressive way Jin confronted him about it conveyed a deep distrust. Jin also thinks it's fun to occasionally irritate Tohma on purpose, as seen in a campus scene where the MC knocks over a vase and breaks it and Jin reacts by saying how Tohma's gonna flip when he sees it while grinning smugly. Jin's servant-treatment towards Tohma also turns more aggressive and into direct mistreatment at times, as seen in this text conversation between them.

All that to say, I'm not exactly a Tohma x Jin supporter :')) I do believe it would be a toxic relationship and would be unhealthy for both of them. On the flip side, I have my fingers crossed hoping for more Tohma and Alan interactions soon (or just more Tohma in general lol), maybe once we get more interactions from them I'll do an analysis post about them too. If you got all the way through this, I appreciate it! Thanks for coming to my TED Talk lol.

At the end of the day, it's all fiction! If shipping them makes you happy, then do it. These are just my opinions on the matter! <3 we all interact with content differently.

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Okay, I've Read Worm: A Retrospective Part 5: What Was I Fucking Surprised By?

So, as you may remember, I got into Worm thoroughly spoiled by the wiki and Wormblr and r/parahumans and r/Wormfanfic and actual Worm fanfic. I knew pretty much all the basic details of all the plot twists. And yet, of course, there are things I didn't expect, things the fandom or the wiki mislead me about, etc. Things I was surprised by.

So let's talk about a few:

Taylor Hebert: As I've said, I kind of worried, before reading Worm, that I'd find Taylor insufferable. The sort of character that tries to be a hero and then convinces themselves to do all sorts of bad stuff while telling themselves they're still a hero/good person/etc is hard to write well without being really unpleasant to read/watc/etc. Self-righteousness in general is hard to enjoy for me. Taylor, honestly, stops thinking of herself as a good person partway through the post-Levi period, in most ways, and she never gets self-righteous about it. So Taylor was much more sufferable than I thought. Which is good, because I would have dropped Worm like a hot potato if she'd been insufferable as the main POV.

Eidolon & The Endbringers: (Sounds like a band name). The whole 'you needed Worthy opponents' thing, and the way people talked about Eidolon (seriously, this fandom as a whole is hugely unfair to the guy, istg) really gave me the impression of like, this vainglorious piece of shit guy who wants adulation and doesn't care how he gets it. And like... I don't get that impression from his Interlude at all? He doesn't seem to give two shits about fame, just about knowing what he did mattered. And he knew that well before the Endbringers. Obviously, he subconsciously created them, and then [High Priest] got all goddamn malicious in his compliance but he's not the vainglorious asshole who charges off to face Scion in single combat or w/e the way the fanfiction gave me that impression. Also, like, maybe it's just me, but I define 'Worthy Opponent' as 'something the person could have a reasonable chance of defeating in a solo fight'. So for me, a worthy opponent would be a rowdy 12 year old with maybe a white belt in karate. the Endbringers are not solo-able opponents for Eidolon. So absolutely not doing what he actually wanted. I really think the fandom is unfairly hard on Eidolon.

Interlude 15.x: Look, at the risk of starting discourse - I'm sorry. I've read 15.x Backwards and forwards and there is just Nothing pointing towards rape in the text, even looking for it as I was. I really expected I'd see some line, some implication, some fucking hint and there's just... absolutely nothing. The text of Worm as written, whatever Wildbow claims he meant and whatever he did mean, does not support a rape interpretation of events. And that sure as fuck surprised me.

Extinction 8.6: The way people - and even some fics - talked about the scene where Amy messes with Taylor post-Leviathan made it sound like Amy straight up ripped off Taylor's mask or something extreme like that, and then Taylor sees unmasked Sophia while trying to run and hide after being unmasked. What we got was Amy being a bit of a bitch, deliberately refusing to answer a question Taylor asked because she knew not answering would upset the girl (not cool), Amy's bedside manner being shit, and Taylor's own paranoia (and the godawful choice of the heroes to handcuff her to the bed) filling in the blanks. And this absolutely tepid-ass shit is pointed to by people as proof that 'Amy was a bitch the whole time'.

The Leviathan Fight: It was a lot shorter than I expected. I enjoyed reading it in ways I was worried I wouldn't.

Cauldron: Now, here's the thing. Characters that do bad things, knowing they're bad, but in pursuit of a greater good? That shit is my goddamn jam. I fucking love characters like that. They're my catnip! And I went into Worm sympathetic as FUCK to Cauldron. and I come out of Worm going 'Jesus Christ what a bunch of fucking idjits!' Their shoestring illuminati was run by a bunch of teenagers who never grew up and a college student who's a worse control freak than Taylor. Their incompetence appears to be the whole point (until Wildbow's WoGs turned everything into Cauldron social engineering and he went out of his way to make a big thing about how Cauldron was totes necessary for making things better. Man just cannot shut up). They try for decades to put some final fight against Scion together, and they fail epicly. No groundwork, no real success, and they turned to ACCORD for their post-apocalyptic plans. And apparently had no plan for a mass Case-53 breakout/attack. Which is... sure a choice. Dumping the Case-53s the way they did. The choice of which Case 53s to dump (Sveta sure was a choice of who to just... let out into the world. Like, not an issue with her personally, but you don't release that kind of uncontrollable murder tentacle out into the world, maybe? Just maybe?). I went into Worm thinking I'd be on Cauldron's side, at least a little, and I came out just... god no, you people are stupid.

Amy's Birdcage Arc: I really thought we'd see more of Amy's time in the birdcage, but 16.z really was all we got.

Alexandria's Death: I don't quite know what I did expect, but I didn't expect Alexandria's death to be so goddamn Darwin-award worthy. The woman died like the biggest of CHUMPs and that was much funnier than I expected.

The Drugs are Fantastic line: I knew it was being taken out of context, but it wasn't quite in the place I expected, I'll be honest. Not sure what I did expect.

Taylor's Weaver Arc/The Timeskip: I expected... I dunno. Less of an abrupt transition, I guess? I thought the timeskip would be like, a series of small scenes skipping ahead over two years between them? Instead, right in the middle of Arc 25, it just jumps ahead two years without ceremony. Did not expect that. At all.

Slaughterhouse Nine: I was not prepared for just how goddamn boring the Nine were. I don't think I read any spoilers about how Jack Slash being boring af was the point until I'd already started the S9 arc, but I especially didn't expect how pathetically bland as characters Manny the Kinless and Burnscar and Crawler and Sibby the Friendly Neighborhood Cannibal would be. Cherish managed to be interesting by being such a failure, and Bonebitch, to my eterntal frustration, managed to be funny, but the rest? Also, I thought Manton would die in the Bay, rather than be killed unceremoniously offscreen while in Boston.

The Butcher: For a character who appears in all of two chapters, the Butcher has a much larger presence in the fandom. But that is Worm for you, because groups like the Elite and the Fallen also show up more in the fics than their presence in the main story merits (Though the Fallen have more of a presence in Ward, even if I gather Ward kinda sorta retcons like half the details or at least presents irreconcilable visions of the organization)

Empire 88: They were way out of focus, compared to how much they appear in fics. But it is fun in fics to see Nazis get beat up all the time, so this is valid. But also, like, even their post-Levi remnants were weaksauce af. Someone in a server the other day said that taking out Marquis took out an entire faction, and that Levi proved that taking out Kaiser (or Allfather before him) doesn't stop the Empire, gesturing to the Aryan's Chosen and the Pure as proof but like... lbr. Both groups were pretty damn pathetic in the post-Leviathan bay. Regardless, I expected to see more of the Nazis getting beat in Worm itself, and we really didn't. But this is one time where I don't care, because as I said, seeing Nazis get beaten up over and over again in the fanfic is fun.

Ward: I was worried reading and finishing Worm might make me want to read Ward. Thankfully, it did not. *whew*

Now, there are probably others, but nothing else as major. But there are also some things I just plain wasn't surprised by.

Amy Dallon: I went into Worm expecting her to be my blorbo, and that didn't change. She's definitely my character type. I feel the same about her storyline in Worm as I did going into it.

Tattlebitch: I expcted to hate her, and I stayed hating her. Lisa sucks. Like, she has her redeeming moments and features, but overall, I still hate Lisa.

Carol Dallon: My Sympathy for Carol remains about as theoretical as it always was.

The PRT/Protectorate: I suspected the PRT/Protectorate was not as useless and incompetent and ACAB as a lot of fics painted it and... I was right.

My Ultimate Opinion: I went into Worm thinking it wasn't really for me, but that I'd probably find it well written and that many characters would be engaging. I figured it would have massive gaping plot holes and that I would never find it to be the 'amazeballs perfect wonderful' that some people seem to find it. And yeah, I was right about that too.

[frogspond200]

HI! Hello, I was wondering since you had your requests open if you could do a Yandere Mike Schmidt fic? If not that’s fine! :)

𝚈𝚊𝚗!𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚝'𝚜

Requested by: @bisoudoll

Ask: Hi! Hello, I was wondering since you had your request open if you could do a yandere Mike Schmidt’s fic?

Warning: General Yandere's behavior, a pinch of sfw

Word count: 238

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As I stepped into the dark room, my heart raced with a mix of paranoia and fear. The animatronics stood before me, their glowing eyes piercing through the darkness. Their menacing laughter echoed through the halls, sending shivers down my spine.

Without warning, the animatronics began to move. They lunged towards me, their metal limbs clanking against the floor. Hysteria consumed me as I ran, trying desperately to escape their relentless pursuit.

I was knocked onto the cold hard ground, my head a shooting pain causing me to cry out in pain, one of the animatronics grabbed me by my shirt, and dragged me into a dark room… I struggled to break free, but it was no use. The animatronic had a tight grip and I couldn't escape. I could feel my heart pounding as I awaited my fate.

I was thrown back onto the ground, I whimpered and crawled away, holding my twisted ankle close to my body, as they left a dark figure came in…I squinted my watery eyes to find Mike…he kneeled down and stocked my cheek “Mike… what's going on? Please. I'm scared”

He showed no remorse and even smiled. He grabbed my hair and pulled me closer, whispering in my ear "I'm sorry for this baby but it's for your own good". I was confused before feeling something hit my head making me black out.

I felt a sharp pain as I came to, and I realized that I'd been hit in the head with something. I opened my eyes to see my captor standing over me, with a smirk on his face. I try to get up to face him but was yanked back down with cold chains around my wrist...

I whimpered, fear coursing through every inch of my body. He stepped closer and leaned down, his breath hot on my face. "You feel safe don't you...you'll like it momentarily, you will appreciate those tight bonds on you and how secure they keep you. I'll make sure of it sweetheart” he whispered. It would make you sound safe if your eyes were closed but in reality, it was hostile…

He stroked my face gently with the back of his hand, he was seated at the edge of the bed, the room was sluggish, and the only light was the lamp on the bedside table. His gaze was intense, as if he was looking for something in my eyes.

He leaned in closer to kiss my cheek, groping my thigh firmly to make sure I wouldn't try to shift away. I felt my heart racing as I felt my body responding to his touch. I closed my eyes, feeling a wave of enjoyment wash over me. He pulled away slowly, giving me one prior lingering look before he walked out the door.

[vidavalor]

Hi! If it's not a bother, I would love to read your thoughts on the picture of Crowley & Az from Hamlet existing in Heaven. I have never been able to get my head around that & your posts always get me seeing things in a different way. I'd be interested to know what you think. Thank you!!!

Hello there. 💕 It's never a bother and thanks for the interest and kind words! You also get a bit of a semi-related, bonus meta, as thinking about this scene for you ended up being how I came up with structuring the thoughts I had for the Jim Sorting Books post. There is hot chocolate today since the photo comes from a Gabriel scene. *gets the angel mugs* You'll need it, most likely, as my thoughts on those photos, while short, are a bit dark.

You mentioned the Hamlet photo as the part that stumps you and I'd agree with that being the most intriguing inclusion here because it brings up the question of how these photos were taken. They all look to be taken in the same way but cameras, as we know them, didn't exist in 1601. While we could get into the ideas of Heaven having different technology, it's the Hamlet photo you're talking about that I suspect could contain the answer. I'm not sure if it's this but I don't think I've seen this possibility mentioned. Apologies if it has been.

In 1601, Crowley and Aziraphale are facing the stage in The Globe, right? That image of them is taken from the perspective of someone with a clear view of them-- someone on stage or just behind it at The Globe. If you look at the other images from St. James' Park, Crowley in 1862 and Aziraphale in 2008 are looking in the direction of the observer, like they feel like they're being watched. Maybe it's not always by people with literal cameras, exactly... Michael said they went through the "Earth Observation Files" to get these photos to give to Gabriel and I think what they mean by that is that they combed through people's memories.

I think these images weren't taken with physical cameras the way we know them but they're images from the minds of people, human or supernatural or both, who observed Crowley and Aziraphale at different times. The Hamlet photo is someone's mental image of Crowley and Aziraphale from seeing them there in that moment. All of this kind of Heaven's data is aggregated from the minds of angels or from humans, likely those who have since died and are in Heaven.

Something I think might be a clue to this is how Crowley quickly goes through the minds of everyone around them to see if anyone is actually looking at them before they swap bodies back in S1. He's scanning the minds of every person in their general vicinity and noting on what their attention is focused in order to determine that they are suitably alone enough to swap bodies back unobserved.

1601 was also a Reece Shearsmith scene about the theatre (a performance; people observing) and its related mirror in S2 is The Blitz, Part 2, where Reece Shearsmith returns and is now playing Furfur, who seeks to gain photographic evidence against Crowley and Aziraphale. The 1941 photo parallels the photo trio from S1.

Furfur has to take a picture with a camera-- a chronologically slightly ahead-of-its-time Polaroid-- to present to Dagon as evidence. This presumes that his own mental observation of Crowley & Aziraphale or that of any of the Zombie Trio's own, wouldn't be seen as enough evidence in Hell. That makes sense, since the demons we've met basically all have Swiss cheese memories from their experiences with Heaven. They wouldn't trust anything but the hard evidence of an image taken with an external device.

I kind of like the idea because it also goes along with the theme of recognition. Even if Crowley and Aziraphale were trying not to be observed, the idea is that the images of them do exist in the minds of others and there are plenty of images that aren't of them being stalked. They also just exist in the observation files of everyone they've ever met throughout all of history.

That Hamlet photo is one that both Crowley and Aziraphale would probably actually want, even with its dubious provenance, and they have maybe one picture of the two of them together from all of history at present. I'm pretty sure that Gabriel has the Hamlet photo in whatever pocket dimension locker he also used to stash his suit when he fled Heaven (you know he stashed the suit lol)... so, I guess, at least Jim knows what he's giving his friends for Christmas this year?

Also hey @tickety-boooo? How did we miss this scene that basically *is* our theory?! Check out the three photos-- one each of all the ways they are presented to us, with the one Gabriel pulls closer being the one of them in the private formation with Crowley on Aziraphale's right. 😲

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Can I request Nsfw Alphabet with Monica Geller?

Thanks in advance

I got multiple requests for a nsfw alphabet with Monica so naturally I'm just gonna combined them lol. this is gender neutral and not strictly with a fem reader btw because whenever I write for smth like the nsfw alphabet I prefer to have it where anyone can read/enjoy it. that being said, I hope it was worth the wait!

Monica Geller nsfw alphabet

Warnings: smut (duh), gender neutral reader

Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Almost as soon as you're completely done with having sex, she has you get up so she can change the sheets (kidding....for the most part). She'll wait to do that if you're both exhausted, but in general she has a pretty strict aftercare routine that she follows. Both of you get wiped down with a damp rag, and you both drink water/have a light snack to help regain your energy even if you plan on taking a nap directly after.

Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

I don't think she has just one favorite body part. You've gotta remember, she's an ex fat girl who still can't help but obsess over how she looks. I'd say she's awfully proud of her physique/body in general due to how slim she is now versus when she was still in high school (I'm not saying that mindset is a healthy one, it's just the one she has in my opinion).

On you? She loves your stomach and thighs, especially if you're chubby there. Part of her yearns to be confident enough to be okay with gaining some of the weight back, but for now she prefers to just dote and fawn over you instead. She loves it if you have belly rolls, and any stretch marks get extra love whenever she presses playful kisses to your body during foreplay.

Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cum? On her sheets? No thank you. If there's one thing she hates, it's the idea of making a mess. Sometimes you may be able to get her to forget about it if the sex is passionate enough, but the clean freak in her still can't help but worry about the stain your mixed body fluids will leave. On the other hand, the idea of being so caught up in each other that you two completely wreck the bed turns her on to no end. It lets her live a little, and the joy of getting to use her new detergent to wash the sheets afterwards just makes it all the more better.

Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She kind of has a thing for people older than her (that one's not a massive secret, as she did date Richard at one point). Also, messy kitchen sex? I know it sounds kind of weird, but imagine you're having a playful fight where she's trying to make a cake and you put icing on her nose, so she playfully tosses flour at you, etc. It's not super dirty, but given her reputation for hating messes of any kind she'd rather die than let people know she thinks a food fight resulting in sex is pretty hot.

Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

I'd say she has a fair amount of experience. I think it's canon that she didn't lose her virginity until after high school, but that doesn't mean she hasn't had her share of boyfriends (and girlfriends, as I'm a bisexual Monica truther), not to mentions hook-ups or one-night stands. I wouldn't say she's tried everything there is to try, but she's not inexperienced, that's for sure.

Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where she can see your face to gauge your reactions and has access to kiss you. It doesn't matter whether the sex you're having is quick and rough or slow and gentle, she likes to pepper your face and neck with kisses regardless.

Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She's not very goofy herself, but I think she'll put up with a reasonable amount of it from her partner (you've gotta remember who she ended up marrying in the show, because I just know Chandler was cracking jokes on the occasion while they did the deed). If the type of sex you're having is more light hearted and playful then you may be able to get a funny quip or two out of her, but that's about it. She will, however, giggle like crazy if you do the same thing.

Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Oh yeah, she definitely keeps things tidy down there. I wouldn't say she'd go so far as to wax (not sure if anyone remembers the episode with the "painless" wax strips or not) but she at the very least keeps everything trimmed back. It's more of a personal preference than it is for her partner, so I'm not sure how willing she'd be to let it grow out. Assuming you guys have been together for a while, she may skip shaving in the shower, but she won't let it grow out too much. Her pubes are the same dark color as her hair is, if not slightly darker.

Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She can be pretty romantic when she wants to be, especially when she's set the mood beforehand. Anniversarys, birthdays, any sort of special occaison like that will have her finding the perfect lingerie set to wear for later that night when you finally get home and have the place to yourselves.

Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She can and will always make time to masturbate if she really needs to. One thing about her is you do not want to get on her bad side when she's sexually frustrated with no way to let it out. If she has to kick everybody out of her apartment long enough for her to get some relief, then she will, and no one bothers to protest because an angry Monica is a scary Monica.

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I'm a firm believer that she has some sort of a praise kink from the way she was overlooked by her parents and treated in high school. She always has to be the best at everything she does, and to hear validation from you that she's making you feel good and doing well at whatever it is that she's doing boosts her confidence (and her sex drive).

Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is obviously the most ideal place to have sex, but I really don't think she'd be against having sex in a more revealing place. As we've seen from the show, she's not above slipping into an empty room in a public setting for a quickie if need be. The thrill of getting caught outweighs most of the risks, in her opinion.

Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly? When you clean or organize something and do a good job at it. There's nothing worse to her than a messy apartment, so if you ever do her the favor of managing to clean in the way she likes it's such a massive turn-on for her. Another one is praising, like I said earlier. If you ever compliment her on a dish that she's made really well or the way she's cleaned you're basically giving her an invitation for sex. You'll see her pupils dilate before she pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

No (something they won't do, turn offs)

Degradation, from you or her. It goes back to her insecurities about never being good enough, and it makes her question her worth to have someone call her names, even in a scene. This goes for her degrading you too, by the way. She just can't bring herself to be mean to you in that way during sex, even if you've given her the go ahead and established a safe word.

Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This is another one of those things that she stresses about and practices until she's the best at it. And by the best, I mean the absolute best. Regardless of whatever you have going on in your pants or down betwen your legs, she's going to be really good at pleasing you with her mouth and tongue. In terms of whether she prefers giving or receiving, she actually doesn't have much of a preference. It all depends on the situation for her, and who made the first move.

Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She could be either depending on the mood set. If it's a more romantic night or you're celebrating something, she's much slower, choosing to take her time. However, if you've sneaked away for a quickie obviously she's going to be faster and maybe a little rough. One thing that's certain is that she always makes sure to check that you're comfortable with the pace before continuing.

Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As a professional chef, she already has a lot of stuff on her plate, so it's safe to say quickies don't bother her and are actually one of her preferred methods of getting off. Long and slow sessions don't typically happen unless one or both of you planned for it ahead of time, so it's not uncommon for you to have a quickie whenever you get the chance.

Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She takes a reasonable amount of risks. She doesn't have any qualms about having sex in a semi-public location, and she's open to trying new things if you're up for it.

Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If it's a quickie or if she's had to wait a while for relief, she probably won't last very long, but she'll most likely be up for another round soon after. In fact, she has pretty good stamina in general, usually able to go for several rounds before stopping. You're more likely to tap out before her.

Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns a few different toys. A regular sized vibrator, a bullet vibrator for whenever she needs something small for out of town, and maybe a risque pair of handcuffs hidden away somewhere. Depending on your personal preference, she'll use them on either you or her, and if you ever want to try something specific then she'd be more than happy to (discreetly) order it for you.

Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not a whole lot, but sometimes she'll wear a dress that's more revealing when you guys go out to eat dinner and the like. She doesn't like to tease you as much as you'd think because she doesn't like the feeling of having a ton of pent-up sexual energy with nothing to do with it.

Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh, she can be loud. She'll restrain herself if you absolutely need to be quiet, but if not then she's not bothering to hold anything back. Pants, moans, groans- with her, you always know whether you're doing well or not, because her sounds will dictate it.

Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Honestly? I could see her being into feederism, which is basically when you get off on feeding other people/being fed by another person. She most likely wouldn't have a preference on who does which, whether it's her feeding you or you feeding her. In fact, she might even want the two of you to feed each other at the same time. It's almost a way for her to pay homage to her old self while comfortably entertaining the idea of her healthily gaining a few extra pounds and keeping them.

X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

She definitely has stretch marks (yeah I said it). There's several all along her body, including her boobs, thighs, and stomach. Most of them are pretty faded due to how old they are and how long it's been since she's lost weight, but if you ever compliment them or gently trace your fingers along them when you're laying in bed together she'll melt and propose to you on the spot. She's joking, don't worry (for the most part, anyway).

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's not extremely high, but I could see her wanting to have sex at least once or twice a week, maybe more if the two of you aren't busy for once. Again, she doesn't like having to wait for too long if she's in the mood. That's not to say she'd ever pressure you into having sex, because she wouldn't, it just means if you're unavailable for sex or just don't want to have it she has to get some time for herself to take care of the issue, otherwise she's going to explode.

Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes her a little bit, especially if she has the nagging urge to immediately get up and change the sheets. Pillow talk is one of her favorite times to have deep, intimate conversations, so she'd love to do that with you if you're up for it, but she understands if you're too tired.

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Demon Prince

You weren't entirely sure how it happened. You were barely present for the negotiations. All you knew was your family was in trouble.

For centuries your kingdom were making deals with the underworld. Developing and thriving off their continued support. What you didn't know was what they got in exchange. Being a Princess you weren't allowed in council meetings but you understood better than most that nothing in this world was free.

Every three generations in the over-world meant a new ruler must be appointed in the underworld. As a result of your kingdom's contract, the new ruler would get a bride of their choosing.

You were stood beside your father's throne. Dressed in the finest silk your kingdom had to offer. The demon prince would be here any second. Your maid Elaine fussed over you. Ensuring you looked as beautiful as possible.

He arrived in a plethora of smoke. His skin was as red as blood, littered with discoloured scars. His wings expanded to fill the room, they looked heavy yet delicate. But nothing could've prepared you for his eyes. Despite his cold and rugged exterior, his eyes were warm and inviting. His irises were the most intense shade of yellow, dark and mysterious. You hadn't expected to be as attracted to him as you were.

You were warned of what happened to their brides. They were beaten and abused. You had no doubt this would be the fate you would suffer.

"I've come for what is mine."

His voice made you weak in the knees. It was deep and gravely, perfectly matching his jagged appearance.

Your father encouraged you to step forward with a gentle nod of his head. Elaine put a hand on your back to nudge you, ensuring you wouldn't try to run.

How could you? You'd be hunted and caught before you even left castle grounds.

Your now fiance slipped a ring onto your finger. It was light but clearly expensive. You'd never seen the material before. Clearly originating from the pits of the underworld. Suddenly, he dropped to one knee, kissing the ring gently before looking up at you with smouldering eyes.

Rising to his full height, he slipped a hand around your waist, pulling you into his bulky form. Your head was tucked under his chin, forcing your face into his chest. It wasn't long before he decided to address your father again. Straining your head to look at your family.

"I'll be in contact when the wedding is arranged."

Would you really be stashed away from society until then? What would you be forced to endure in that time.

Your father gave a nod and your mother waved cautiously. That was the last thing you saw before your world was overtaken by smoke.

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You awake in a bed that isn't yours. In a house you've never seen. With your skin practically melting off the bone. As a human, you weren't used to the humidity of the underworld.

Raising your hand to rub the remaining sleep from your eye, you noticed a weight you swore wasn't normal.

The ring.

It was as stunning as it was threatening. A promise of sweet words and a heavy future. You were never warned of what your marriage would entail. However, you were told the prince was as vicious as he was deceitful.

He appeared before you, silently. Reinforcing that if you ran he would without doubt find and capture you.

He stepped forward, bearing gifts of jewels and medicines.

"You're awake."

He placed the medication gently in your hand before motioning to the glass at your bedside, encouraging you to take them.

"Inter-dimensional travel is tough for first timers. These will help the recovery process."

He watched you cautiously. You felt hot and heavy under his gaze. It wasn't long before he began bestowing you with various jewels and metals. Attempting to find the best combination to suit your complexion.

Gulping down the rest of your water you asked.

"What are you doing?"

He appeared to be in a dream like state. Completely unaware to your question and gaze.

"I'd rather be damned before letting my wife walk down the aisle looking anything less than perfection."

Humming, satisfied enough by his answer but too hot to think, you began to fan yourself with your hands.

"I apologise. The heat is customary around these parts. Your tolerance will build over time. Once our marriage is finalised, you'll barely acknowledge it anymore."

He kissed your forehead unexpectedly before vanishing. Leaving you to pick up the pieces of your scatter-brained thoughts.

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I am very sorry it is not that long!! I was not very well this past week but determined to get something out there! Hope you enjoy!!

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What if dream friends had dialogue in Star Allies?

I suppose it could've been a lot of unnecessary work for HAL to do, but I still think it could be highly fun and imaginative to think about.

How cool would it be if the game's plot actually acknowledged the existence of the dream friends? The things they'd say in-game, etc...

I think it would be especially fun to think about what all the different dream friends might saying during the mage sister fights. Like, y'know, the points of the game where there's dialogue. What they all might say to the mage sisters in response to their words....

... I'm not going to go over what I think every dream friend would say in these moments, but I think I'd like to focus on ones such as Susie, Magolor, Marx, Taranza and Daroach. Why these ones in particular? Because I think they'd probably be the more entertaining ones in what they'd have to say in their dialogue during the mage battles.

How funny would it be that Marx and Magolor just troll the shit out of the mages? How funny would it be that Susie acts condescending when talking to them? How funny would it be that Taranza joke-flirts with them, he doesn't actually mean it as he's just doing it to get them riled up? How funny would it be that Daroach tells them to watch out before he steals from them? This stuff is fanfiction-worthy! Heck, this might be the biggest reason why I might attempt my adaptation of Star Allies into a fanfiction in the future, although I've got many other fics planned beforehand so it'd be a long while.

But still! There could be endless potential when thinking about this.

Let me demonstrate an example. First, let's look at the part where the game first introduces Flamberge, and she's really angry.

"HEY, YOU! Stubby little...pink thing! Yes, YOU! I have a buuuurning question for you! You're the one who was so rude to sweet Francisca, aren't you?! Don't you dare try to deny it!"

"Ohohohohohohoho! We sure put that crazy blue lady in her place! What are you gonna do about it? Throw a temper tantrum? Go so berserk that you lose control and we can easily beat you?"

Wanna guess who said that? Hahahaha... the purple text probably made it obvious. In this interpretation, it's Marx who said that. There's no way he wouldn't just totally mock them and rub it in their faces. At the very least in my interpretation of Marx, it'd be like him to do that.

And by the way, I'm one that actually headcanons Marx becoming friends with the mage sisters post-HiAD because he loves how chaotic they are, and loves that they're willing to join him in doing insane shit (especially Francisca). But during Star Allies when the mages were the enemy? I bet he totally mocked the shit out of them!

Magolor, too. Here's a good example of Magolor having dialogue against one of the mages:

"Bonjam. I am Zan Partizanne, the eldest of the three generals of magic."

"Woah... Zan what? I didn't hear that thoroughly! I think I'll call you Zan Parmesan Cheese, though!"

".... I absolutely HATE that you ended up getting my name more right than a lot of other fools have."

It'd be hilarious to see a lot of dream friends trying to say her name. All the different ways they could say it wrong.

Here's a Taranza example:

"This must be the fiery flames of fate at work! Ooooh yeaaaah! My flames and I are fully stoked now!"

"Golly, you're really hot, good ma'am!" with a trollish look on his face.

"... Excuse me? EXCUSE ME?"

"Hahahahahaha! Am I making you overheat too much, fool?"

I think Taranza deserves to be depicted as silly sometimes.

A Daroach example:

"We wish to assemble the dark Jamba Heart pieces that were scattered across the universe."

"Woah... you want them all? That's a big bummer! What if I want to steal some of them? Maybe I'll still do it out of spite, teehee!"

I hate the limited amount of colors allowed for tumblr posts. To make it clear, for this example, the blue text is Francisca while the red text is Daroach. While, of course, Flamberge was the red text in the examples with Marx and Taranza, while Magolor was the blue text in the example with Zan.

And now, let me demonstrate a couple examples with Susie. I think she'd delightfully fire off on them like the feisty cheeky woman she is.

"I shall now turn this pink ball of nice into a frozen block of ice!"

"No you won't. This 'pink ball of nice' is a force of pure destruction, and you're going to defrost by daring to harm the universe with all of this insolent nonsense. You must be destroyed!"

"... Very well. But I won't go down without a fight, so you best watch out that you all might become ice sculptures this time. I can more than make sure of it!"

"We will more than make sure to obliterate you, just like the rest of your barbaric cult! Let's put her in her place, Pinky!"

Susie example with Zan:

"I did not expect you to survive your visit to Jambastion."

"You thought that would've gotten us? Pfft! We've all been through worse than that. You're going to have to try harder than that if you really want to eliminate us for good."

"Really, you survived worse? Well, that doesn't matter, because your luck has run out."

"No. Your luck has run out. We're going to exterminate all of you like the savages you are!"

This works out well with my interpretation that Susie's Japanese SA pause description containing the words "exterminate the savages!" is referring to the Jambastion cult when they were still the enemy. I headcanon that she's slowly in the process of unpacking baggage, and "savages" is just a thing she calls people she views as enemies.

And uh... to be honest, the cult kind of deserved to be called words like that during Star Allies when they were threatening everything.

I've done a lot of examples of a few dream friends having dialogue during the mage battles. But what about when confronting Hyness?

I think all the dream friends would be horrified at the moments that Hyness knocks Zan out of the way, weaponize all three mage sisters' bodies in his second phase of the fight, and then sacrificing them and himself to Void Termina. It would make them just flabbergasted.

Although I bet Marx would probably laugh at how unhinged he is.

"It seems... we do not have enough energy... to revive our Dark Lord... Must we... allow ourselves... to fall... into oblivion?"

"Yes, you should do that!"

"No."

"Yes."

"NO!"

"YES!"

"No no no no no!"

"Yes yes yes yes yes!"

"*goes on his giant unhinged rant*"

"*laughs hysterically* Look at you go off! It's hilarious!"

Marx is just... lmao.

Sorry that I don't have examples with every dream friend having dialogue in this post. But you get the general idea! Perhaps if you have ideas as to what the other dream friends could say in these moments, feel free to mention them in the notes!

Although I'll leave you here with a King Dedede example, just cuz:

"For what you've done, I'll scorch you to such a degree that... that... even tasty, toasty marshmallows will seem like ice cubes compared to you!"

"You ain't gonna be scorchin' any of us, ya hot fiery slimeball! We'll put you in your place like we did to the blue look-a-like of ya!"

Hahaha... ha... I interpret southern accent Dedede. Sue me.

Thanks for reading the post if you did! Let me know about more ideas of dream friend dialogue you have in the notes. I'd be curious what else you think in this broad, interesting concept.

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Hands On (Chris Fehn x Fem! Reader) SMUT - Pt. 1

I really have a problem, three fics for this man in just a few days, I just-- wow. And thanks to my lovely friend @ghoulazrael this has now become a multi-part fic because OH BOY DO I HAVE SOME STRONG FEELINGS FOR THIS MAN!!!! I'VE BEEN HAVING A LOT OF IMPURE THOUGHTS ABOUT HIM!!

NOT EDITED!! Reader is sick of being made fun of for being the innocent one on the crew. She seeks out Chris's help dealing with the situation. Chris offers to teach her a thing or two, figuring it would be better for her to learn hands on 😏

WARNINGS: 18+, MDNI, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, ADULT CONTENT, inexperienced! Reader, I just think Chris is really hot in the mask okay?? Fingering, oral (f receiving), praise, implied age gap, (let me know if I missed any!)

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Part 2

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Your cheeks burned as you stormed away from Shawn, who was laughing at you. “You really are a dumbass, huh?” He cackles.

“What happened?” Fuck. You curse mentally as you hear Chris’s voice behind you.

“The guy just asked her if he could plant his zucchini in her garden and she looked him dead in the face and said, I live in an apartment.” He wheezes. You rushed off before you could hear his response. You were constantly getting made fun of by the guys for being too innocent. You were the youngest member of the crew by a long shot, only having toured with them for the last couple years. You groan, sliding down a wall as you drop your head into your knees. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole, knowing he wouldn't stop making fun of you for that little incident for at least the next month. You hear the steady footfalls of someone coming up the hallway. You recognized the sigh as Chris's as he sat down beside you.

“That was a stupid fucking pick up line anyways.” He starts, gently nudging his shoulder against yours. “I'd be disappointed if you fell for something like that.”

“It's just so embarrassing.” You didn't want to look at him, feeling ridiculous for letting something so obvious go over your head.

“I happen to think you're pretty cute.” He states softly, making your cheeks burn. “Shawn’s got no reason to bully you like that, he's just being an ass.” He slides an arm across your shoulders pulling you into his side.

“Thanks, Chris.” You finally glance up at him, trying your best to meet his eyes despite how embarrassed you felt.

He smiles under his mask in response. “Anytime, baby. Happy to help.”

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Your heart raced as you watched Chris from your position at the side of the stage. Watching him thrash, scream, drum, and just generally cause a scene on stage was always a captivating experience for you to watch. During one song he marches over to you, taking a fistful of your hair in order to keep you firmly in place, his demonic screams causing your knees to grow weak. He smirks at you as he releases his grip, quickly backing away onto the stage. “Careful, he might give you cooties.” One of the stage hands mocks you. You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.

After the show was over you head to the dressing rooms. You hesitate before quickly reaching out to knock, knowing there was no turning back after that point. “Doors open!” You hear him call from inside. You swallow thickly, your fingers trembling as they wrap around the doorknob. He gives you a confused expression when he realizes it was you walking through the door and not one of the other band members. “What's up, sweetheart? You look nervous.” You shut the door behind you, making sure it was locked before continuing any further.

“I, um… there's something I was hoping you could help me with.” He looks at you curiously, watching as you timidly walk closer to him. “I–I’m sick of being made fun of by the crew, and by the rest of the band… I was hoping you could, um, I was hoping we could…” His mouth goes dry as he realizes what you were implying. “Chris, I want you to fuck me.” You finally manage to spit out, your face burning. You couldn't look at him, the deafening silence was only replaced by the pounding of your pulse in your ears. Chris knew he should be saying something, anything. But, he was in such genuine shock that this was happening, he couldn't think of a single thing to say.

“Oh, I… wow.” This was stupid coming here like this, anxiety beginning to creep up like bile in your throat the longer you stood there. You were about to turn and leave, figuring this would turn you into a laughing stock with Chris just like with everyone else. “Really?” You nod slowly, letting your eyes eventually meet his. “Why?” Part of him wondered if he had even heard you right. Maybe the sleep deprivation from being on tour was finally catching up with him–

“Because I trust you.” You watch as Chris’s bright blue eyes flicker between your face and your body. He clears his throat as he adjusts his position sitting in his seat, tugging at the pants of his jumpsuit. He looked ready to eat you alive, like every fiber of his being was forcing him to stay in his chair so he wouldn't rip you to pieces. The expression was enough to send a pang of arousal through your core. “You're the only one who doesn't make fun of me, you're always so sweet,” you watch his leg begin to bounce anxiously as you start to list off compliments about him. “Besides,” you had decided, you had made it this far, might as well just lay your feelings out in the open. “You're just really fucking hot, and if there's anyone I want showing me the ropes, it's you.”

A strangled sound escapes his throat, one he tries to cover up with a cough. “Holy fuck.” He breathes out with a chuckle. He takes an exaggerated look around the room. “There's not like a hidden camera somewhere? You're not joking?”

You can't help but giggle at his disbelief. “Why would I be joking?”

“Seems a little too good to be true if I'm being honest.” He admits with a laugh. “The girl I've had my eye on since the beginning getting me alone after a show, asking me so nicely to fuck her. If you had told me a few days ago this would be happening I would've called you a fat fuckin’ liar.” He beckons you closer, taking your hand into his once you were within reach. “If you need someone to take the lead, I'd be happy to oblige.” He glances around the room. “But, if it's all the same to you, I think we should move this back to the hotel… a pretty girl like you deserves better than a couch.”

You nervously tapped the toe of your shoe against the floor of the elevator, your heart racing as you thought about just how you were actually about to go through with this. “We can stop anytime, I don't want you to be nervous.” His kind eyes put you at ease. “I'm going to take very good care of you.” He states in a low, seductive tone. Chris wraps an arm around your shoulders as you step out of the elevator. He leads you up the hallway, quickly slipping you inside of his room. He chuckles as he catches sight of himself in the mirror. “You had me in such a rush to get you back here I didn't even change.” He sighs, looking mildly annoyed that he was going to have to ruin the tension to get undressed.

“You could,” he eyes you curiously as you start your statement, “you could leave the mask on… I don't mind.” His expression instantly darkens at your confession. You couldn't get over just how good he looked right now: the black greasepaint that surrounded his eyes was streaked with sweat, his baggy jumpsuit making him look even more massive than he already was.

“Yeah?” He leans down, caging you in between him and the door. “Looks like someone's got a bit of a mask kink, huh?” You don't miss the playful look in his eyes as he notices your flustered expression. “That's really hot.” You look away nervously, your heart racing as he studies you.

“I, um, I'm not really sure where to start.” You admit bashfully.

“We don't have to rush into everything all at once.” He reassures you. “I'd actually prefer it if we didn't.” He chuckles, taking your chin in his hand to bring your eyes back to his. “Call me selfish, but I can't wait to have you all for myself. So, the more time I get to do that, the better.” He dips his head into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “How about you let me get you all warmed up and we'll work from there?” He purrs next to your ear.

Chris's mind raced with all the possibilities that rested at his fingertips. He knew one thing for certain, he was going to take his time with you, he wasn't going to waste such a perfect opportunity. You couldn't manage to tear your eyes away from his, allowing him to take your hand and lead you into the dark hotel room, the only light from the dimly lit sconces on the wall. He groans as he sits on the bed, moving back until he was leaning against the headboard. He motions for you to join him, helping you maneuver yourself to straddle his lap. He rests his hands on your hips, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “We're going to take this nice and slow, okay?” You shiver as he runs a warm hand over the expanse of your stomach. He pushes your shirt over your head, his eyes immediately landing on your chest once the barrier was taken away.

“Chris.” You giggle, playfully pushing him in the chest.

“Sorry.” He apologized with a chuckle. “It's not every day that I get to have the sexiest woman I've ever met literally sitting in my lap.” Your mouth falls open to speak but no words come out. Goosebumps erupt over your skin as his fingers ghost up your arms, eventually his hands come to rest on your shoulders, carefully pushing them down from their raised position. “You’re really tense, love.”

“I'm just nervous.” You admit bashfully.

“You don't have anything to be nervous about,” he carefully guides your bra straps from your shoulders, “you just sit back, look pretty, and let me do all the work.” He reaches behind your back, expertly undoing the clasp with one hand, allowing the fabric to easily fall away as he pushes into you. You can't help but gasp as you feel the cold metal of his mask’s zipper brush over your neck. He chuckles, using one arm to keep you upright while his other hand slips in between you to paw at your breast. You grab onto his shoulders, pulling your lip between your teeth to try and stay quiet as he rolls one of your sensitive buds between his fingers. It was definitely going to be difficult for him to hold himself back. Every gasp or soft whimper that fell from your lips only added to how desperately he wanted to make you his. But, tonight was about taking care of you, he could worry about himself later. Your head tips back with a soft sight as he drags his tongue up your throat. You fumble with the zipper on his jumpsuit, his hand coming up to fully engulf yours. You feel him breathe out a laugh against your cheek. “What's the matter baby? Want something?” You nod, trying to tug down the zipper. Chris chuckles, “you have to ask next time, okay?” You paused, your eyes flashing to his.

“Next time?” He didn't miss the hint of excitement in your tone.

“Of course, we don't want to overwhelm you right away.” He releases his grip on your hand, his hands finding their way to your waist as he leans back against the headboard, curious to see how far you would take things on your own. You slowly drag down the zipper of his jumpsuit, your whole body felt like it was on fire as you noticed Chris’s gaze trained in your every move. You run your hands over his chest, making him shiver. He sits up with a chuckle, helping you shrug his shoulders free. Your hands come to rest on his chest, you can't help but smile slightly as you feel his muscles tense under your palm. You lean forward, pressing your lips to the tip of the nose of his mask. You feel a strong arm wrap around your waist before you're pulled flush against his chest. He groans as he feels your lips press hesitantly to his pulse. He traces a finger along your spine, allowing you to take your time exploring his body. Having your hands on him felt like heaven, your skin soft and warm against his tired body. He curses under his breath as you nip experimentally at his neck. His hand slides over the curve of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. You giggle, pushing yourself into his hand in a way that makes his breath catch in his throat. In one swift movement you're underneath him, his body situated comfortably in between your legs. He hooks his long fingers into the waistband of your pants, easing them off you, and tossing them haphazardly somewhere in the room. He lets his hands roam over your body, allowing himself a moment to just drink in the sight of you presented so perfectly in front of him.

You trace a finger along the muscles of his arm, laughing as he picks up one hand off the bed in order to flex in front of you. You reach up, slipping a finger under the edge of his mask to pull him forward. “Can I kiss you?” You ask softly, your lips brushing against the metal that separated you.

“Fuck, yes you can.” He groans in response. Chris’s heart skips a beat when he sees the seductive smile that passes over your lips as you carefully guide him down to meet you. You whine as his thumbs brush over your nipples, your body keening into his touch as he continues to give you slow, languid kisses. Your hands wander across his torso, memorizing how he responds to every soft touch. A moan tumbles from your lips as he pushes his leg into your core. You tentatively roll your hips, another shaky sound of pleasure spilling out into the room. “That's it baby, use me to make yourself feel good.” He coaxes with a mischievous smirk. Your sounds gradually grew louder, Chris’s hands firsted into the pillows as he struggles not to flip you over and fuck you straight into the mattress. You jump at the feeling of metal brushing over your bare skin, a shrill cry leaving you as he pulls one of your nipples into his mouth. “That's my girl.” He mumbles against your skin. You feel him trail a hand along the outside of your leg, coaxing your legs open just enough for him to start pulling off your panties. He places a kiss to the inside of your knee, “still doing okay, sweetheart?”

You nod, “better than okay.” You respond with a giggle.

“Good, now let's see if I can get my pretty girl to cum for me.” He chuckles, his hot breath fanning across your skin making you shiver. Every kiss he placed ro your inner thighs was first met with the cold bite of metal. You gasp as he dips a hand in between your legs, your hips immediately bucking into his hand at the much needed contact. You whine as he teases your entrance with his fingers. “Wow, you're really fucking wet.” He breathes out. He grabs your face in his hand, keeping your eyes locked with his as he eased two long, thick fingers inside of you. “You're doing such a good fucking job.” A strangled moan forces its way past your lips with every slow, steady thrust of his fingers. Chris watches you with a hungry expression from his position perched in between your legs. You whimper as he nudges at your clit with his thumb, every small bit of contact sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He wraps a hand firmly around your hip, holding you in place as he begins to draw tight slow circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Does my pretty baby want more?” He chuckles as you give him a weak nod in response. He starts to fumble with the buckles of his mask, “better take this off so I don't hurt you.” You reach out for him, stopping him in his tracks.

“You won't hurt me… I trust you.” He freezes, staring down at you in silence for a moment. You squeak as his lips crash into yours, laying you back into the plush pillows.

“Just lay back and relax so I can take care of you.” His hands wrap around the underside of your thighs, pressing your knees to your chest to give him better access to your soaked core. You cry out as he licks a long broad stripe over you, collecting your arousal on his tongue. The moan he lets out is obscene, his first taste of you absolutely intoxicating. He wasted no time diving back into you, arms wrapping around your hips so you couldn't run away, the long silicone nose of his mask resting firmly against your stomach, Chris liked how the mask tugged on his skin in sync with your squirming. He chuckles against you, making you cry out and desperately grab onto wherever you could reach him first. Heat began pooling in your core, a coil of pleasure winding tighter with every passing of Chris’s talented tongue over your clit. He hums softly, feeling your thighs beginning to tremble from their position clamped around his ears. He soothingly strokes his thumb over your hip, reaching up to take one of your hands in his

“Don't stop… please.” You whimper. Chris gives your hand a gentle squeeze in response. Your moans fall silent until he tears a scream from your throat, your orgasm ripping through you. He groans as your thighs clamp painfully tight around his head, not willing to let up from his assault on your clit. He watches you come down from your high with a delighted hum.

“You did such a good job, baby.” Chris climbs on top of you, placing a kiss to your forehead before collapsing into the mattress at your side. You could barely keep your eyes open, the warmth from being safely tucked into Chris's chest making the already hard task nearly impossible. “Rest up, love. I'll be right here when you wake up.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, a smile finding its way to your lips as you drifted off in his arms.

[noowayybroo]

HC again - Leon gets some piercings for you because he wants you to swoon

Warnings: I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT LEON OR RE, PLS FORGIB, MAINLY SWEET RE2 LEON BUT APPLY WHEREVER YOU WANT, MENTION OF NEEDLES, PIERCINGS, STABBIN' but not graphic and not really painful, real soft Leon, IMPLIES READER IS PIERCED. BIT NSFW IT'S A BIT SUGGESTIVE I'M SORRY

Reader age, relationship, gender etc unspecified so have fun!!!

Leon stares at you from his chair, within arms reach but as if he were tens of meters away. He's gripping his arm-rests firmly but clearly trying to look cool as he looks around and back at you, making large head motions that sway his fringe around dramatically.

This is how I usually act, right? He thinks, slightly desperate as he smirks and nods at you, giving you his best 'I'm so calm, cool and collected right now', but harbouring on rizz face.

His right leg bounces up and down quickly but not too harshly but this is also just a sign of his general anxiety.

Leon had no idea what piercings you'd liked on a guy. In fact, he'd told you that he just wanted to get a piercing, and wondered if you'd like to come along. Convenient. He thought of getting ear-piercings but didn't want to be too boring. Then he thought you might like a tongue or lip piercing. He shivered at the thought of how you might pay attention to them-...

Aha! That was it! A septum piercing! All the cool boys had one, he thought, and he noticed how you seemed to always notice them. Besides if either of you didn't like it, he could just flip it up and hide it. So that's what Leon was gonna do today, he was gonna get his nose stabbed, because he wanted you to find him hot... A subtle gesture that you definitely wouldn't correlate to him liking you, no less.

Leon was smiling at you and making small-talk until the piercer appeared, preparing his tools and explaining the procedure to Leon. Suddenly his voice was dry and hoarse. His replies were curt, one worded and stuttered, "Y-yeah?" "Uh-uhuh" "S-sure, sure y-yep..."

His leg shook a little more wildly and his hands tightened their grip on the leather arm-rests, causing the material to bulge between his whitened digits. The piercer, being a little worried, checked Leon was ok, to which Leon, trying to act cool assured him that he's 'been through much worse' and is "SO READY, man!".

After a lot of convincing, as the needle approached Leon's nose, his hand quickly shot out, grabbing yours tightly. You could feel how sweaty and clammy he'd been. And was he... shaking? Poor thing. He was terrified. You watched as his wide eyes relaxed a little at holding onto you, especially as you held him back.

He quickly realises he's not being 'cool enough' and takes a deep breath, narrows his eyes and stares forward. Leon's hopefulness is clouding his vision. The game is over, you know he's a terrified little puppy, and an adorable one at that, but he's trying so hard to be brave, just for you, so you make a note to humour him after as you stroke his hand reassuringly, trying not to giggle.

After Leon is pierced and a nice ring sits in his nose, his hand jumps up fast (almost hitting a disgruntled piercer) to wipe up a stray tear welling in his puppydog manly eye and glares at you as if trying to will your subconscious gently into forgetting what it saw. He swallows thickly and folds his arms, macho.

"You were so brave in there, I'd have been balling my eyes out", you lie generously to him on your walk home. Part of him wonders if that's the truth as he gazes at all of the jewellery on you that highlights just how stunning and flawless he sees you as every day, but the majority of his shy ego lets his chest well up and his face redden at your comment. He very nearly accidentally lets the words "anything for you" slip out, but substitutes it for a shaky chuckle, still in some bruising pain.

For the next few weeks, months even, Leon LOVES to hear you compliment his new decoration. He points to it jokingly and uses it to 'win' arguments about him being a wuss, him not like piercings, him not being a bad boy or living on the wild side, etc.

He loves having this similarity to you, and wholeheartedly believes it's brought you both closer. He loves using it to include himself with you. "Us metal heads" and "us absolute rebels" are some of the very cheesy, very cringe things he likes to say whilst pulling you close into a strong, brief embrace with one arm.

He's thinking about getting more piercings. Especially some of the ones you have and like because he thinks you're absolutely smokin' with them, so it might help him. He's also thinking about that tongue one for... reasons. He also thinks sometimes about any hidden ones you might have... that he might be able to tempt you into showing him with the excuse that 'he has one so it's ok!' Or the reasoning that he's curious and wondering what looks good. Cheeky boy!

Ultimately, Leon respects you so much more now, if that were even possible. That was such a small piercing he got yet it hurt like a bitch. You, in his eyes, were an absolute beast. He loved you so, so much.

[the-bar-sinister]

Unacceptable Losses (1098 words) by Dave Strider Chapters: 1/1

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"Let me see it." Doffy commanded. He was at least a little pleased when Trebol didn't argue, and instead began slowly unwinding the bandages that covered half his face. 

This was the first time that they'd been alone together since Crocodile had rescued Doffy from marine custody earlier that day. It was the first time they'd been alone together since the disaster in Dressrosa. It was the first opportunity that Doffy had had to assess the damage.

Setting the bandages aside, Trebol held away his long, thick dark hair so that Doffy could get a good view of the pale, pink burned skin across his face.

"It could have been a lot worse," Doffy admitted. He brushed his fingers over the unbroken skin of Trebol's jaw, just under the burn. It was already starting to heal only a week or so after the injury.

"Do you think it will scar?" Trebol asked, cocking his head. There was a little smirk on his broad lips and Doffy knew why. The scene echoed one that had passed between them long ago, but in reverse. The day that Trebol had tended the burn wound that had destroyed Doffy's eye.

"Maybe a little," Doffy shrugged. He ran his thumb over Trebol's chin, just along the edges of his carefully trimmed beard. "But probably not, you lucky old fool. That was not one of your more intelligent stunts. What the hell were you thinking?"

"I wanted you to win," Trebol said, holding up his hands. During the fight Law had been goading him, until Trebol set off a big fucking explosion, practically in his own fucking face. He had the grace to look a little sheepish about it. He wouldn't say so, but Doffy was sure other motivations included humiliation and panic. Doffy wasn't going to let him off easy though.

"You wanted me to win," he repeated, putting his hands on his hips and looping up at Trebol imperiously. "Did you consider that you could have fucking died?"

"Hey, hey, you know I'd die for you, Doffy!" Trebol smiled widely at him, like that was supposed to help.

Doffy's threads shot out and looped around Trebol's coat– an old one, salvaged from some family stockpile to replace the one that had been ruined– and he pulled his old mentor down close to him so that they were nose to nose.

"Have you fucking considered that I don't want you to die?" 

It was Trebol himself who had schooled Doffy in the art of warfare. Had made him a student of the art of leadership. Had drilled into him from a young age that a general and a king must accept losses. That sometimes a sacrifice was the best strategy in the long term.

Trebol's teachings were wise And Doffy knew that he was right. And he hated it. He hated every sacrifice he'd ever had to make in his family. Doffy was a selfish, jealous beast of a man, and the loss of a precious family member was like the loss of one of his own limbs. Keenly felt and maddening.

Sacrifices might need to be made, but he did not want to make them. And he sure as hell wasn't going to let Trebol talk like that when all of the family's recent sacrifices had been completely in vain.

Trebol must have read something of the level of his anger in Doffy's face– unsurprising, since he'd been good at reading him since he was a child– because his smile immediately vanished and he put his soft hands on Doffy's chest.

"Hey, hey, Doffy, I'm sorry, I–"

Doffy didn't let him finish. "We already lost Monet! We very fucking nearly lost Vergo! And you were just going to throw your life away for me, Trebol? Do you think I could keep going if I lost all my executives?"

"Of course you could, Doffy, you're–"

He cut Trebol off again. "Well I sure as hell wouldn't want to!"

Doflamingo dropped his head against Trebol's chest and he felt hot tears leak out under his glasses as his breath went ragged.

"Oh… Oh Doffy…" Trebol stroked his hair gently. "I'm sorry."

Doffy slipped his arms under Trebol's coat and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him close. "You had fucking better be. Don't ever pull another stunt like that again, do you understand?"

"Of course, Doffy. I promise."

Doffy leaned against his chest for a long moment, hugging him and letting him pet his hair until he felt the tears finally stop flowing. He straightened up, and Trebol offered him one of his handkerchiefs to wipe his face.

"Let me help you put on some fresh bandages."

Trebol obliged him graciously, and Doffy carefully daubed salve on the wounds, and wrapped the healing burn like Trebol had once done for him. Afterward, they traded swigs from a bottle, sweetening their mouths with wine, and trying to forget about the argument.

Doffy climbed into his lap, and Trebol put his arms around him. He was glad that as tall as he'd grown, he'd never outgrown Trebol's lap.

"You scared me," he murmured.

"I'll apologize as many times as you need me to, Doffy."

Doffy reached up and tugged on a lock of his hair. "It's going to be a lot. I'm very cross with you."

Trebol smiled indulgently. "I'm sorry, Doffy."

"That's a good start." He took another long sip of wine, and leaned upward, putting his arms around Trebol's neck and pulling him into a long familiar kiss. Partners in crime for 30 years. His beloved executive. His mentor. His family.

Trebol rested his forehead against Doffy's. "You'll forgive me, won't you? For being a little bit stupid?"

He laughed softly. "It's not an unforgivable sin. I already told you, I don't know what I'd do without you, stupid old man."

"Alright, alright, young master, I understand." He chuckled along with him, and Doffy nuzzled against his hand as he started to pet his hair again.

"Do you? A world without you would be even more miserable and unbearable than the world we've already got." He poked his finger against Trebol's chest.

"Would it? Then I couldn't forgive myself for doing that to you. I'm sorry."

"If you think I'm counting apologies, you're right."

They laughed together, and they drained the bottle of wine, and they talked about plans for revenge, and to restore the glory of the Donquixote pirates. And Doffy was so, so glad that they were both there to do that.

He was going to make Trebol apologize a lot more.

[blueicequeen19]

Dirty Hot Pogue Pt. 7

Warnings: mentions of abortion, parental angst, implied mental health issues, no smut in this one.

Series ML

No one tells you how to deal with heartbreak. They don't tell you how to deal with public humiliation. Or disappointed parents. No tells you how to pick up the pieces when you're spiraling, looking for anything to numb the pain. Some people use sex or drugs or alcohol. Others pretend. They pretend nothing happened. They pretend they don't care while burying every crippling emotion that might kill them if they don't.

So that's what I did. I told my parents I was going through a phase and I needed time away from OBX. My mother and I spent two weeks in Europe after I threw my phone in the ocean, cutting my ties off from the outside world. It didn't stop my ability to dream and lust over a certain blonde. No matter what I did, I always saw his face in every shaggy haired blonde I saw. So I made it a point to avoid blondes. Then it was guys with blue eyes. Eventually it became guys in general. The thought of kissing someone, let alone flirting, made me sick to my stomach. Time away from OBX only made the sickness that is JJ Maybank stronger. I wanted to see him. I wanted to know what he was doing. Who he was talking to. Was he okay?

But I couldn't move on if I was constantly worried about him so I took up a hobby. Every time I started to think about him, I'd go for a run or read a book. I made myself okay. I did what I needed to in order to survive without him. I knew I was incredibly insecure but hearing him tell me that they didn't work out because she would always be a Kook, hit too close to home. It was almost like deja vu. Who were we kidding? I'd never have anything with him that wasn't physical. We wouldn't be able to get married and start a family. My family would never allow it. We would be miserable and doomed to fail anyway. I did the right thing. I pursued this and I had to be the one to end it.

So after I got back to OBX, I stepped back into my old life like I'd never left. Summer was over and everyone went back to school. I made sure to stay on Figure Eight and I busied myself with online schooling and running. I made amends with my parents and I even gave my Kook "best friend" permission to see Bryce, although I know they were already sleeping together. I never once see him or his friends. My life easily becomes a routine of pleasing my parents, school, running, and hiding on Figure Eight. I stay away from parties and I stay away from men.

Although, most of the guys my age that are still here whisper "Pogue Slut" every time they see me. Like they can sleep with Pogues but I can't. I'm eight weeks into my self recovery, enjoying a backyard BBQ with my parents and a few of the neighbors when the smell of cooked meat as my stomach turning so violently, I barely make it to my mothers favorite rose bush before I'm emptying my stomach.

At first, I think it's the champagne as I try to hold my hair back and my mother comes to my aid. Well, she's more concerned about her plant but she awkwardly pats me on the back as some sort of comfort. But then, as she's ushering me inside I hear someone mention the word "pregnant" and I quickly lock eyes with two girls my age who are whispering together while openly judging me with their eyes. I glare at them over my shoulder as my mother attempts to hide me inside. I can hardly think, let alone breathe as she guides me upstairs, muttering plans that I can't quiet make out.

"We have to take care of this." She gets me to my bedroom, taking out her phone and calling someone.

"What are you talking about?" I ask. Everything is running together in my mind. I'm on birth control. I can't be.. It's just the champagne. That BBQ did smell terrible. Why is everyone making a big deal?

"Hello? Dr Thornton? Yes, this is Y/F/N's mother. I need to schedule an abortion." My eyes widen in disbelief, my mothers frantic words into the phone fade out as I turn and empty my stomach again.

"You're 22 weeks." The final nail in my coffin as the ultrasound tech turns the screen, letting me see the life forming inside me. Apparently, my birth control expired. I'd ignored the phone call from the doctor and all the unprotected sex finally caught up with me.

"You're sure?" My mother demands, making me grit my teeth as the tech awkwardly nods and shows her the screen, the baby's size being evidence enough. I couldn't believe what I was seeing as the baby kicked and moved in every direction. They said I should start feeling it anyday.

"So it's too late to have an abortion."

"Mom!" I sit up abruptly, the tech scooting back as I debate throwing something at my mother.

"Y/N, don't you scream at me. Do you even know who's child this is? Do you realize what you've done? You've humiliated me in front of the entire town!" Her words are like a knife to the heart, cutting my walls down all over again. She was worried about herself. About her reputation. Not me.

"I know who the father is." I say calmly, wiping away stray tears.

"How? I saw you in Europe flirting with all those guys. Anyone of them could--."

"I didn't sleep with a single one of them! I was just talking! I was being friendly. I was trying to have some nice adult conversations that didn't revolve around what a fuck up I am!"

"Y/N--."

"Get out! GET OUT!" I scream, just as the door opens and a nurse escorts my mother out. I lay back on the table, crying harder than I ever had in my life. It's not until the tech offers me a box of tissues that I laugh awkwardly, drying my tears and snot before she continues with the rest of the exam.

"Would you like to know the sex?" She asks, handing me the pictures she's printed out. Tears start to fall again at the distinct face in the picture. The face belonging to the baby inside me. I could already see his features in the baby. The uncanny resemblance has me already knowing what the gender is.

"Yes."

I show up at JJ's house, hoping like hell his dad's not here when he suddenly emerges out of the back door. It's late, my car packed full of my belongings after my parents promptly kicked me out for not agreeing to give the baby up for adoption. JJ was my next stop. Seeing him again had all those unresolved feelings rushing back. I wanted to beg him to forgive me. I wanted to apologize but this wasn't about me. This was about our baby. JJ was the father and deserved to know. He deserved to have a say.

"Are you lost?" JJ snaps, as I step out of the car. Apparently, all the running I'd taken up had toned me down quite a bit so I wasn't showing yet. I had a slight curve from the side but that was it. No one would believe I was pregnant despite being over halfway. So I wasn't giving it away as I slowly approached him on his back porch. Plus, he wouldn't believe me without proof.

"No. I'm exactly where I need to be." I exhale hard, ready to just rip the band aid off when a leggy brunette emerges from the door just as I pull the ultrasound pictures from my pocket. My eyes lock on her but JJ's lock on what's in my hand. My first thought is to immediately retreat. He's moved on. He won't want a family with me but I quickly snap out of it when he snatches the pictures from my hand.

"What the fuck is this, Y/N?" JJ gasps, his blue eyes wide as he searches the pictures. The girl leans in close, obviously not concerned with me before she purses her lips while nodding as she examines the pictures too. Anger washes over me. How dare some skank lean over him and openly examine ultrasounds of my baby.

"Congrats, cuz." It's like a bucket of water is poured on me as she claps him on the back and steps off the porch, grabbing a bike I hadn't seen and riding off.

Cuz. She was his cousin.

"Y/N, answer me. Is this--are you--." JJ's frantic blue eyes meet mine and I can't do anything but nod, tears streaming down my face.

"This says you're 22 weeks. Why didn't you--."

"I just found out." I sob, sinking down on the porch step as I bury my face in my hands. Thanks to the pregnancy, I found out I'm also extremely hormonal.

"It's a--."

"Yes." JJ slowly sits down next to me. I glance over at him, seeing the slight smirk on his face as he slowly shakes his head before looking at my packed car.

"Parents kicked you out, huh?"

"Yea."

"Mine too." JJ sighs, leaning back on his hands and stretching his legs out in front of him. "I just put a down payment on a one bedroom apartment."

"I don't have any money." I murmur, the tears threatening to fall again. I was pregnant with no parents, no money, and no place to live. I was hopeless. The warmth of JJ's hand finds mine and he squeezes.

"Welcome to the Pogue life, baby." I sniffle, squeezing his hand back when his brows pinch together and he withdraws his hand.

“Look, we will figure this out but I don’t trust you. I can’t just welcome you back with open arms just because your life is a dumpster fire. I’m not a last resort. I told you that from the beginning.” I nod, absorbing his words as I take a deep breath, exhaling my old life.

“I love you, JJ. I have since the beginning. I’m sorry it’s taken all this for me to tell you. We can figure this out together but I want you to know that I love you and I’m all in. Whether you are or not.”

[dr-trafalgar-law]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

14

This wasn't the first time for you to spend the night in Law's room, but it was the first time you were aware of your surroundings. That was following a panic attack that left you frazzled and exhausted. Now you were completely awake taking in the room while he pulled his shirt off and redistributed the pillows on the bed.

His room was tidy, very minimally decorated with more modern neutrally colored furniture. Sleek black night tables flanked the dark queen sized bed. The lamp on the left side was set on the lowest setting filling the room with a soft warm golden light. It smelled like him -  warm woodsy rosemary with a very light touch of lavender.

"There," he murmured, turning the sheets and comforter down.

Your stomach flipped as you moved forward and crawled into the bed facing his side. He turned off the lamp and joined you while your eyes adjusted to the lack of light. You weren't sure what to expect - he didn't make any attempt to touch or cuddle you.

Settling into the mattress he slipped his arm under his pillows and yawned, "What time are we leaving in the morning?"

"I'd like to get to the shop no later than ten. Zoro and Robin will meet us there." you fiddled with the corner of your pillow.

He looked at you very seriously for a moment, "Are you sure you still want me to go? Wasn't it bad luck?"

A small smile tugged at your lips, "I didn't know you were superstitious."

His eyes widened and he quickly blinked, "I wouldn't go that far."

"Sure," you chuckled, "I think like ten generations back it was an old wives tale or something. But now, from what I've seen with my friends and my catering, it's pretty common practice now for the groom to come along. Unless you don't want to come."

He frowned, "I didn't say that. If you want me there then I'm there."

"Good." you yawned.

"Let's get some rest then." Law watched you close your eyes and hum in affirmation.

He didn't know what possessed him to ask you to stay in his room. Maybe it was this, how peaceful you looked all snuggled up in his pillows. Just like you had been when you dozed off on him in the living room. The soft rhythm of your breathing somehow brought him comfort. He was able to relax in a way he hadn't in a very long time.

Sleep wasn't something Law found easily. There was always stress, always work, always memories that tugged him in all directions. Survivor's guilt ate at him most nights.

Where would his sister be?

Would his parents be proud of him?

Would they like you?

How did he feel about you?

"Law." you murmured not bothering to open your eyes.

"Hmm?"

"Quit staring and go to sleep." there was a playful edge to your tone.

“Shh.” he quickly replied before closing his eyes and sighing quietly.

When he woke the room was still and far too quiet. The space you'd warmed next to him was cold and empty. Sitting up, Law stretched and rubbed his face. For the first time in years he felt well rested. His jaw and shoulders were relaxed. He'd slept deeply through a dreamless night.

The scent of coffee began to filter in as he stood to begin his morning routine. Once finished, he stepped out of his room to meet you in the kitchen. When Law entered you were still in your pajamas with a long knit cardigan that was a couple of sizes too large for you slouched over your shoulders. An easy smile curved his lips as he watched you hum and move around the kitchen.

“Morning,”

His voice sent static straight up your spine drawing out a small gasp.

“I didn't hear you come in.” you turned hoping your face didn't look as hot as it felt.

“Sorry,” he murmured, glancing away briefly, “next time I'll announce myself from the other room.”

“Don't be ridiculous,” you handed him his favorite mug with fresh coffee, “I'd just be startled sooner.”

“Suit yourself then.” he chuckled softly, “What are you doing up so early anyway?”

“I thought we should eat a little before we left. I don't know how long this will take.” you moved around him to plate some eggs and sausages.

“We can have lunch after if you want.” he waited for you to sit before sitting himself.

It hit you that though at this point you had shared plenty of meals together at the bakery and at home, you'd not had a proper date. A hint of nervous energy swirled through your chest.

Breakfast continued with small talk about what the day might bring. Before you knew it you were pulling up to the dress shop.

Robin was already seated on a plush deep purple sofa situated in the corner of the sales floor. Your cousin sat unamused in a small black armchair nearby.

“You're surprisingly early.” you prodded his shoulder.

“Robin picked me up.” he muttered, cutting his eye at you.

“You would've gotten lost.” she smiled as a small vein popped out of Zoro's temple.

“I know where the shop is.”

“Yes,” she chuckled, “but getting to it is the problem.”

“Awe Mossy, don't be so grumpy.”

Law stood patiently behind you taking in all of the dresses on display while you helped your friend tease your cousin. The store wasn't very large but the floor was spacious enough. There were two short circular pedestals in opposite corners with seating for family and friends. A hallway led to another room in the back of the store; he assumed the dressing area. The walls were lined with dresses in all variants of white, ivory and cream - there were even red, black and more adventurous colors. He stepped to the side to get a closer look at one that caught his eye. Layered ivory chiffon with a white floral lace pattern.

Your hands on his right forearm brought his slate gaze forward again.

“Robin, this is Law.”

“Doctor,” she reached out to shake his hand.

“Just Law is fine.” he politely corrected.

An older tall slim man with dark hair entered flashing a bright smile. He wore a black suit that was perfectly tailored to him with a lavender tie.

“I'm Randy, you must be F/N.” he held out his right hand to greet you, “I'll be taking care of you this morning. Is this your fiance?”

“Yes,” you nodded, “that's Law and this is my friend Robin and my cousin Zoro.”

“Can I get you all anything before we get started? Coffee? Tea? Champagne?” Randy offered after properly greeting everyone.

“Champagne.” Zoro said, sitting forward.

“It's barely 10AM.” you nudged him.

“I'm not driving.” he retorted.

After getting settled Randy escorted you to the dressing room where a female staff member dressed in all black waited. Her dark hair was pulled up into a neat bun. She smiled pleasantly as you approached and handed you the white satin robe she was holding.

“I'm Genevieve, I'll be helping you get in and out of the dresses.”

“Nice to meet you.” you replied feeling a little awkward and out of your element.

“We've pulled eight dresses based on your preferences. Of course we can add more or take a few out as you'd like.” Randy motioned to a rack of dresses parked near the dressing room door.

“Ah, yeah eight seems like a lot.” you chewed on the inside of your bottom lip.

“You'd be surprised.” Genevieve chuckled, “Should we get started?”

They left you alone to change into the robe provided and any shape wear you thought you'd be wearing for your wedding. Once you were ready Genevieve entered and helped you step into and zip the first dress.

This one wasn't anything special. A basic off-white satin ball gown with a boat neckline and fitted sleeves down to the elbow. The fabric on the bodice was layered at a diagonal. You looked at yourself in the mirror and hummed. It was already out of the ordinary for you to be in a dress. Skirts and dresses weren't permitted in the kitchen. But this particular dress, though it was beautiful, didn't suit you.

Randy brought you out onto the sales floor and helped you stand on the pedestal facing another large mirror with Law, Robin and Zoro behind you.

“It's beautiful.” Robin complimented, “What do you think?”

“I'm not sure.” you ran your fingers over the bodice and examined yourself in the mirror.

Law hadn't understood what was so important about picking out a dress you would wear one time. It was just a dress. Then he saw you walk out in one. Everything that he'd admired about you was amplified.

Your eyes met in the reflection before you.

“What do you think?”

His gaze stayed locked on yours, “It's a nice dress, but I don't think you like it. That's what's more important right?”

A small smile tugged the corners of your lips appreciating his observation.

“You're right, it's not the one.” you turned lifting the skirt to step down as Randy offered his left arm.

Nearly forty minutes and five dresses later you stood in front of the group in a champagne colored chiffon dress with a plunging neckline and a slit clear up to your right hip. It was covered in gold, silver and bronze stars. You fiddled with one of the appliques, frustrated that a dress purchase was starting to stress you out. Taking them off, putting them on, being on display and talking about the pros and cons of a garment - it was absolutely exhausting.

“It's certainly a party dress.” Robin commented.

“She's not a party girl.” Zoro countered, “Not that it looks bad.”

Law remained quiet watching your body language for a moment. You clearly weren't happy with the selection. Not that the dress didn't look amazing on you, it did. The cut accentuated your curves and the color highlighted your skin tone. This one was just not for the intended occasion.

“F/N-ya,” he called softly as you looked over your shoulder, “should we take a short break?”

“It's ok, I still have a few more and I don't want to keep anyone longer than necessary.” you answered, forcing a smile.

“This sucks,” you muttered as Genevieve helped you out of the starry number, “how do people do this all day?”

“I think the majority share your sentiment.” she chuckled and stepped out to get the next dress.

You tied your robe and took a few deep breaths. Initially you'd thought this would be a fun experience. It always seemed that way with your friends and portrayed in media. No one told you it would be tiring and hot, not to mention you weren't having any magical connections with these dresses. How were you supposed to know which was the one? You had also never planned to have this experience. Life with Marco wasn't going to bring you here.

How fucking weird that a few months ago you didn't even know Law.

Genevieve knocked as you felt your hands begin to shake.

“Can I have a moment please?”  you murmured wishing there was a place to sit.

The door opened anyway.

“Can I…” the words died on your tongue as your fiance stepped into the room with a white garment bag.

“Sorry, you were getting a little pale out there.” he hung the bag on the back of the door.

“It's just a bit more stressful than I expected.” you sighed, “What's that?”

“The next dress, if you want to keep going.” he stepped closer to you, placing his right hand over your forehead.

“One more shouldn't kill me.” you watched his eyes examine you as he'd switched into doctor mode.

“As long as you feel well enough to continue.” His hand moved down brushing over your jaw.

The air in the room shifted. It seemed heavy with tension - but not in a way you'd felt with Law. The look in his eye was of genuine concern, but there was something else there pulling you in.

“I-I’m ok.” you said softly.

“I'll be waiting out there then.” In a very natural motion he leaned forward and brushed his lips over your forehead.

Your heart leapt out of your body while a pleasant heat tingled where his lips had touched. His warmth was gone quickly, followed by the click of the door closing. The moment lasted seconds, if even that and you wanted more.

You. Wanted. More.

There was a jarring wrap on the door before Genevieve stepped in dispelling the transe you were in.

“This next one is gorgeous, I think you'll really love it.” she unzipped the bag, “Your groom picked it.”

The bright smile on your face as you stepped onto the sales floor said it all.

Ivory chiffon embraced your torso and hips, drifting down into a small train behind you. It fit like a dream and the white lace pattern that decorated it reminded you of the delicate design you'd used for the cake Law picked for your reception.

This was THE dress.

[arthurlightstar]

OKAY ARTHUR PLAYLIST MASTER POST -> Thoughts below the cut. More thoughts incoming since I can't put all of the audio links in 1 post <3

1. Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall, Simon & Garfunkel

Favorite Lyrics: UMMM like all of them 10/10 every lyric perfect. great lyrics for my delusional king

Why this song's on here: Good summary of how he feels about himself, his life philosophy, and how he thinks he can protect himself with lies. The vibes are just really good too

2. Animal Skin, Bryan Dunn

Favorite Lyrics: (You've gone total primitive / instinct just the will to live) & (But you never look better / then when you wear your animal skin) & (you were being kicked about / backed up, teeth and claws are out)

Why it's on here: I just think this is a generally good durge-identity issues song. It's very slayer coded too. Also the willing-to-do-whatever-is-necessary-to-survive vibe this song has.

3. Little Lies, Fleetwood Mac

Favorite Lyrics: (Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies)

Why it's on here: Because if I interpert this song as Arthur talking to Cyric it's a really really really good song for how he feels about his religion. He prays to a god and a religion who he asks to lie to him and to help him lie. It's his Cyric ballad!!!

4. The Littlest Things, Streetlight Manifesto

Favorite Lyrics: oh my god. so many. (I had a hole in my heart and I was looking for a piece that fit) (Can anybody out there tell me something true? / Preferably something that no one can dispute.) (I don't know where the lies end and the truth begins) <- how he feels about himself!!!!!! (There was a lie that I told myself 'til it became the truth.) <- how he feels about his fucking name!!!!

Why it's on here: IT'S THE QUINTESSENTIAL ARTHUR AMNESIA SONG!!! It's how he feels about his amnesia!! It's also got his exact brand of schemy-ness about his paranoia about his amnesia, and just the general way he's a slippery fucking bastard.

5. I'm Gonna Win, Rob Cantor

Favorite Lyrics: (It's hard to be charming / and smart and disarming / It's hard to pretend you're the best)

Why it's on here: It's Arthur's I will do whatever the fuck I have to do be the fuck whoever I have to be to make sure I survive whatever the fuck this hellscape I've found myself in song.

6. Feign Amnesia, They Might Be Giants

Favorite Lyrics: (Now I know just what to do -- feign amnesia / How I wish it wasn't true / Wish it wasn't true right now)

Why it's on here: lmfao it's on her because arthur would fake-fake having amnesia to pretend he doesn't actually have amnesia LMFAO

7. Mask of My Own Face, Lemon Demon

Favorite Lyrics: (Mask of my own face / I'd wear that) (I'd wear it to a hoedown and I'd dance with all the belles / and none of them would know that I was secretly myself / I'd rob my own apartment / and I wouldn't give a damn / I'd blame it on the person that nobody knows I am) (I look into my eyeholes and what do I see? / At handsome motherfucker, motherfucking looking back at me)

Why it's on here: bcs of all those lyrics LMFAO

8. Frankenstein, Rina Sawayama

Favorite Lyrics: (Put me together, thread and a need / So I'm like all other people without all of the evil)

Why it's on here: HOT GIRL ARTHUR SONG!!!!!!

8. Promiseland, MIKA

Favorite Lyrics: LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE ONE

Why it's on here: OKAY GUYS THIS IS THE QUINTESSENTIAL THE DARK URGE SONG TO ME. ITS GOT EVERYTHING. ITS GOT DADDY ISSUES. ITS GOT IDENTITY ISSUES. ITS GOT RELIGIOUS TRAUMA. I WAS BORN IN THAT SUMMER WHEN THE SUN DIDN'T SHINE / I WAS GIVEN THE NAME THAT ODENS'T FEEL LIKE ITS MINE / LIVED MY LIFE AS THE GOOD BOY I SHOULD BE / PRAYED EVERY NIGHT TO A RELIGION THAT WAS CHOSEN FOR ME / SOLD MY SOUL BROKE MY BONES TELL ME WHAT DID I GET / TOED THE LINE AINT SEEN ANYTHING YET / STRIKE ME DOWN TO THE GROUND YOU KNOW IVE SEEN IT BEFORE / MAKE IT HURT ILL EAT THE DIRT / I JUST DONT CARE ANYMORE / HOW COULD YOU BREAK MY HEART? ALREADY PLAYED MY PART / I KEPT MY PROMISE MAN SHOW ME THE PROMISELAND / DONT OCCUPY MY THRONE GIVE ME THE CROWN I OWN / LIKED LIKE YOU TOLD ME HOW LOOK AT ME NOW AND AND AND ONE PERSON'S LIE WAS JUST ANOTHER MAN'S TRUTH / WE KEPT ON RUNNING FROM THE DEVIL BUT THE DEVIL WAS YOU / EVERY TIME I SEE THE LIGHT IM FALLING DEEPER IN DEPT / IF IVE NEVER SEEN THE GOOD HOW CAN IT COME TO AN END this is kinda my durge song of all time. i'd be making an amv to this song if i had the time to do it (continued on reblog since There isn't enough room for all of the links LMAO)