#one piece 767

[joy-girl]

One Piece 767 // One Piece 1100

This is the last time they see them smiling 💔

[terielle]

Thoughts on X Drake #1

So I‘m cure writing a fanfiction with this guy, so he is a lot on my mind lately. And I‘m trying to understand his moral code.

And I‘d like to know if I’m on the wrong track or if it makes sense to anyone besides me. Maybe it was said a hundred times before and I just missed it.

But:

Back On Minion Island his Father’s said he is tough but a coward.

And in Wano he acts like a lot of things are below him, or his presence would be over the top.

Like when he and Page One have to find the ominous Soba cook or with Hawkins in the bathhouse (tbh, he probably wanted to skip this because he can’t handle barely dressed women)

But I think his reasons are the same in all of these three scenarios.

It was neither cowardice nor arrogance.

He didn’t want to.

Why?

Drake wanted to become a Marine as a kid. Bering a pirate with his father probably didn’t sit right with him. I mean, he was probably scared of Barrels, since he mistreated him. So he was afraid to openly rebel against him but he was most likely holding back in battle or reluctant to engage.

And in Wano he was undercover. He did what ever was necessary, to keep his cover and get a reputation and a good position among the Beast Pirates, so he could gather as much intel as possible.

So He did whatever was necessary, (like raiding Amigasa village) but not more. He didn’t want to terrorize people more than he already had to.

At least that is what I think. I think he is actually not that bad, I mean, he seemed kind of friendly with Corby.

[agtavio]

some ss of drawings i did while listening 2 an assignment BASED OFF THAT ONE FIGUREEEE

[kookoofufu]

Arlong Park parallels

Sad extra: even Bell-mère and Corazon's deaths look similar

[zonaenthusiast]

WHY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF ???????

[algumaideia]

He was so nice and he said I love you 😭

Their relationship was so amazing

Law you had a great older brother

[arcade-gann0n]

thank god the zoa kingdom werent about to turn on the strawhats cos there have been too many arcs in a row of an entire country getting the wrong idea and going after them i just want the gang to be able to exist without being attacked by a whole continent for at least a few episodes

(watching: e767)

[eddiethebrave]

secret admirer part eighteen

767 words

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Steve isn’t sure what to do. He knows what he wants to do. He wants to stuff Eddie’s locker full with every thought he’s had in the past week and a half without an outlet. But would he be receptive to that?

By practice the next morning he’s decided that he’ll give it a try and then see if Eddie’s still wearing the ring.

He figures the boy isn’t ready to talk about it face-to-face yet, given he brought out the ring instead of simply talking to him. Then he had the gall to ask Steve if he was okay.

No. He’s really not.

Eddie you talk with your hands a lot it’s hypnotizing it was one of the first things i noticed about you at the beginning of the year i never knew what you were saying from so far away  but i felt like i was in on the conversation just from that and i never feel like that, so thank you p.s. i’ve missed talking to you well, not talking, but you know p.s.s. i could definitely say more but i don’t wanna bombard you  so we’ll save all that for later thank you for giving me another chance

Steve is nervous walking into the lunch room. For the first time since he switched, he takes his usual seat on the side of the table where Eddie is in his line of sight. 

Steve was worried that he would have changed his mind and taken the ring off, but there it is on his right hand. 

Steve actually engages in conversation with Tommy and Carol for the rest of lunch so Eddie doesn’t see him staring, even if he feels a little better about it now that Eddie knows who he is and is still wearing the ring. 

Out of the corner of his eye, though, he catches sight of Eddie talking animatedly to his friends, arms waving this way and that, perhaps a bit more than usual and Steve has to tamp down a smile. 

They don’t talk in class until the bell rings and Steve realizes Eddie didn’t say where they were meeting after class today. 

He must have forgotten all about it because he goes to stand up and Steve has to catch him by the wrist before he makes his escape. Eddie jerks back out of instinct and shoots him a questioning look. Steve busies himself with packing his bag to avoid eye contact. “Wanna meet at Benny’s? On me?” he asks tentatively.

Eddie bats his lashes. “Steve Harrington wants to buy little ol’ me a milkshake from Benny’s Burgers? Oh my,” he says breathily, fanning himself.

Despite him raising the pitch of his voice several octaves to sound more feminine, Steve’s face still burns. Oh god. 

Steve rolls his eyes and swings his backpack over his shoulder. “Is that a yes?”

Eddie nods, pulling a piece of his hair over his face and as cute as the whole blushing maiden act is, Steve has to resist reaching out to tuck the hair back in place so he can see his smile. 

He bites his lip and backs away. “See you there, Munson.”

“Yup, see you there, Harrington.”

— — — — 

They don’t talk much once they get going on their projects. Eddie, of course, attempts multiple times to catch sight of Steve’s portrait. 

He even goes as far as to sneak up on him on his way back from the bathroom, not thinking Steve would be anticipating the act. Steve had pulled a blank piece of paper out of his bag and placed it over his actual project. On the paper, he drew a stick figure with Eddie’s haircut and huge eyes. Remembering how much Eddie had seemed to like Steve’s more unsettling attempts at art, Steve made the eyes as realistic as he could manage while the rest of the thing looked like a child had drawn it in a hurry. 

Steve didn’t even know Eddie had come out of the bathroom until he heard laughing and wheezing coming from behind him. 

He didn’t turn around. He simply sipped his strawberry milkshake until Eddie fell into his seat once he’d calmed down. The boy pouted for all of two seconds before breaking out into a smile and commending Steve’s foresight. 

Once they pack up and Steve pays the bill, they make their way outside and he pulls out the prank drawing. 

“Here,” he says, holding it out to Eddie. 

“For me?” The smile he gets in return is beaming.

Steve’s rides that high well into the next day.

nineteen

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[ethereal-engene]

Upstairs Neighbor | Jongseong

pairing: Jay x gn!reader

genre: slice-of-life, non-idol!AU & uni!AU // warnings: cuss words and mentions of food

summary: you confront your upstairs neighbor about something, but things play out a little differently than what you planned for in your head. // word count: 767

note: inspired by this clip & enjoy ✨

While you’ve never met your upstairs neighbor(s), you know the unit above you is a guy

His sneeze gave it away 💀 (yes it could be heard from the floor below him)

Normally you don’t haven’t run into too many issues with your neighbors, but of course on the night before your exam you run into one

Maybe you could have anticipated it when you heard the dragging of something big across the floor boards as they vibrated onto your ceiling

Nonetheless you paid no attention to it until the first chord of an electric guitar was played

As soon as you heard it, you grabbed your noise canceling headphones, in hopes that it’d lessen the loudness of the continuous guitar playing

While it did help a bit, it was still loud enough for you to grow irritated. Shouldn’t he know that other people live there and be mindful of his surroundings??

However you were still a bit optimistic that he’d stop after maybe 30 minutes but once it hit that 30 minute mark and it didn’t seem like he’d stop anytime soon

How in the fucking hell were you supposed to focus on your studies if all you could focus was the noise bouncing off the walls??

Plus this exam was such a big percentage of your grade. If you failed it, it would have to work so much harder just to get a passing grade for this class

You couldn’t take it anymore and found yourself stomping up the stairs to knocking on his door

“YAH!! Open this door. RIGHT NOW!” You screamed at the door

When the door finally opens, you’re greeted with such a handsome face that you forget what you were going to say

“Did you need something??” An equally irritated look painted on his face and laced in his tone

GOD WHY WAS HE SO HANDSOME EVEN WHEN ANNOYED?

… silence still fills the space between you two

He fake coughs trying to get your attention

“Oh… uhm yeah! I was just wondering if you could keep your guitar playing down? I’m trying to study for an exam and it’s really hard to focus on anything with it so loud.” You finally reply

“Oh and totally not related but you’re really handsome! Okay bye now” you quickly add on and start speed walking down the stairs

Only you didn’t get that far because he yelled out for you to stop

He walks over to you and stares at you like you’re crazy because why would you not even let him respond first 😭

He won’t tell you this but he thought it was cute and funny that you tried to leave without letting him respond back to your request & compliment

Obliging to his request to stop, he catches up to you and gives you his thanks & he’ll try to keep it down

Of course, he couldn’t leave you without giving you his number on a slip of paper

You know…in case he’s still too loud and maybe for something more than that 😏 (like a date or something hehe)

“Before I forget to mention, you’re cute!” His smile reaches his eyes as he hands the piece of paper

Your face heats up and finally lets go of his hand that was holding the paper

“Thanks, I appreciate it! I’ll see you around!!” Your voice slowly decreases in volume as you descend the stairs

Waving goodbye and he shouts with “No problem and I’d be more than glad if I got to see you again!” All said with hints of hope and flirtatious tone in it✨

100% stops playing guitar the whole night and decides to cook lunch for you

even though he’s just met you but also as an apology for last night

Bonus:

he shows off his collection of guitars to you

Hoping that you won’t find his collection/hobby to be too dorky

Of course, plays a couple songs trying to impress you too 😭 (he’s so cute)

Maybe even learns your favorite song(s) whenever he finally asks you out/to be official

Finds you adorable whenever you try to play a couple of chords… even if they’re so wrong 💀

Gladly walks you to class even if he has to run all the way to the other side of campus for his class (even though you told him to stop doing that when you learn about this)

100% smirks but also gets embarrassed when he learned that you forget what you were going to yell at him about the first time y’all met because of how handsome he was

This was so much shorter than I intended on but my brain blanked on what else to add 😭 oops but also I like getting straight to point 💀💀

Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this! If you did, please leave me feedback through reblogging it with your thoughts in the tags or commenting it, notes, dms, or asks! They’re all appreciated and make me very happy :))

Take care and signing off

- ash

[buttdumplin]

There is one detail you haven't discussed yet in preparation for your hysterectomy yet.

cw: poly!141 x transmasc!reader, established relationship, comfort word count: 767

“We need to talk,” you say, ambushing them as they dig into their dinner.

Immediately, they all look up. Johnny freezes with his fork halfway to his mouth, face pale and you’re willing to bet he’s stopped breathing too. Simon goes completely still, eyes wide with fear, his body stiff and bracing for whatever is about to come. Kyle looks down at his hands, thumb tapping each of his fingers, and you know he’s trying to backtrack to look for any mistakes they could have made, or any sign of you being unhappy. John’s mouth is tight, his eyes hard and clearly ready with an argument against what he’s worried you’re about to say. It’s when they all look at your hand, searching for the ring on your finger, the one with the four bands that represent each of them, that you realize what you said.

“No! No, god no. No. I just want to talk to yall about the recovery after the surgery,” you explain and they all visibly relax, though only Johnny is able to go back to his food.

Kyle is the first to speak, his voice wavering a little, “With all the prep we’ve been doing, I’m sure we’ve got everything covered, love.” It’s true, most of the last two weeks had been spent getting the house in order and buying all the things you thought you might need. It was a whole lot of moving around and fixing and replacing things.

“We’ve been keeping up really well with the laundry,” Johnny adds. He’s right. There’s only half a basket of dirty laundry currently waiting. The boys were doing a great job at keeping that pile small. “No, I mean we haven’t talked about sex.”

Their plates are for the most part abandoned, their eyes on you as they try to sort through their confusion. Quick exchanged glances between them provide no answers. 

“I’ll be out of commission, but that doesn’t mean yall have to hold back,” you tell them.

Brows burrow further and Simon is plain frowning. 

“You guys have each other, and those relationships are yours,” you clarify. Their relationships between each other are their own, and you’ll always stand by that.

“And you’re still a part of that,” Simon’s voice is almost angry, but you know him well enough to know that it’s concern that you hear. 

“Yes, but I don’t want you to feel like yall have to hold out because of me.” 

You look down at your hands, twisting the ring around your finger and picking a little too hard at the skin of your knuckle. You’d been nervous to bring it up, only gathering the courage once they were all sat together. It was one thing for you to not be able to have sex because of the recovery, and it was another to make them also deal with it. You don’t want to be that kind of burden. You don’t want to somehow outlive your usefulness.

John reaches out to cover your hand with his, stilling your movements, “It’s not a sacrifice. We’re not giving anything up by not having sex while you recover.”

Johnny’s voice is soft as he speaks, having pieced things together, “Sex is not a need. Hell, we’ve gone even longer than that because of work.” He chuckles lightly, trying to ease the tension around you.

“I could use my mouth and hands at least, even if I don’t get anything out of it. I could help,” your voice is small even to your own ears. 

“Sweet boy,” Kyle grabs you by the chin to turn to look at him, his big brown eyes warm with reassurance, “Anytime we’re together, it’s for the intimacy, for the affection and reciprocation. We can still have that in other ways as you heal.”

“And we’re more than capable of taking care of ourselves if absolutely need be,” Simon adds, the rest of the boys nodding along. Then much more quietly, you might have missed it if you were not so attuned to them, “You are much more to us than a means for sex, you know that.”

You can’t help the way you tear up, their words almost overwhelming. Kyle wipes away a few of the tears that do manage to escape. Chairs scrape loudly against the floor as the boys come around to crowd you, easing between each other to swallow you up in a group hug. The heat radiating from them cocoons you until they can feel your breathing even out. 

“Yall know they’re going to shave me for the procedure though, right?” 

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Soft To The Core

König x M!Reader

Last Edited: 03/01/23

TW: death mentioned

AO3 LINK -> HERE

anon: 4 with König and he/him male reader. That is all <- frothing at the mouth but being SO COOL about it (4. accidental touching!!!!)

Word Count: 767

Notes: hey again bestie… i see u. i have our dms about the man n u frothing btw. Also. ik absolutely nothing about guns n stuff so uh. oop ig… also. i made the reader like. kinda techy n speak some russian? i was listening 2 gore by graveyardguy as i wrote this just so u know. Didn’t influence much of the thing but the title is definitely from the song.

You hum as you clean your sniper rifle; the disassembled piece of metal all over your lap. Usually, you would be around a table or even in your own assigned room. However, today they had a mandatory room check. While you didn’t mind it, having all the tables and sitting areas taken out in the cafeteria as well as the shooting range didn’t help. This leads to you sitting underneath a small pine. It’s fairly young, being only large enough to cast enough of a shadow to give you cover from the sun.

While you don’t mind cleaning your gun, making sure your laptop was in better shape or needed to be put back together was more interesting. While you’ve done it a hundred times before, for you, it never got old. You enjoyed taking apart the electronic gadgets and putting them back together. Seeing how they work and even improving them intrigued you more than going out on the field and sending bullets people’s way to splatter their blood everywhere. The missions they assign you in KorTac have been nothing but boring or a pain. You’ve never actually trained for this part or even with the rifle at all. You are more of someone who hacks cameras, reads coding to try and find anything that could give enemies away, and even disarm some bombs via the tech you have on hand during said times.

Now, while it’s not something you prefer doing, you can’t help but enjoy at least one of your members. König, or King as many call him, is your favourite man. Despite his awkward social interactions, he’s never been particularly rude to you. Nor has the giant Austrian ever tried to get on your nerves. He keeps to himself mostly, leading to you having to seek him out if you want company. Sometimes he’s out and about, though he’s either alone or towering over the other soldiers.

Of course, that doesn't mean he’s not deadly. You’ve seen him out on the field. He’s truly a rampaging beast. He picks up enemy soldiers and cracks their backs over his knee. He’ll gun them down or snipe them, giving a laugh or giggle. He’ll yell out in a happy tone “I have some cash!” whenever he gets his hands on even a single coin. He’s wilder and more brutal. And you couldn’t help but notice. However, despite noticing it, you didn’t treat the man any differently.

A large pair of military-issued boots appear in front of your crisscrossed legs. Looking up, you see the man you’ve been thinking of as you cleaned the barrel of your gun. “Ah. König,” You say, giving him a small smile. “Привет! How has my favourite man been?” König’s hands are loosely holding each other, nearly touching his stomach with his chosen position.

“Ah… Ich meine, es lief gut…” He says, looking uncomfortable standing there. You gesture to the ground next to you, letting him know that he can sit beside you. With confirmation now obtained, König lets himself fall into a seated position right next to you. He ends up knocking his knee into your thigh; you wince at the sharp pain but laugh it off.

“I’m so sorry..! I did not mean to hit you. Bitte vergib mir!” The large man starts to apologize immediately, already beating himself up over the accidental touch. You wave him off, trying to make your smile softer to try and reassure the Austrian.

“ нет, нет! Все хорошо, ты в порядке!” Your words seem to calm him down a bit, despite him not exactly understanding your words. “Besides, König, I say you’re sharp as a knife but Soft To The Core.” You’re not sure why, but the words felt right to say.

“Ja? Well… They do say beauty is on the inside, Freund,” He tells you; a nearly inaudible chuckle escapes him. You feel another smile pull at your lips at his words.

“They sure do, мой возлюбленный. They sure do.” You mumble. With some silence between the two of you, it’s easy to hear the shout of one of your captains letting you all know that the mandatory room clearance has been finished. You playfully smack König’s shoulder, clasping it as you stand. “Let’s go back, да?” When he gives you a nod, you shove your gun parts into the duffle bag you brought just for it. “Let’s go then! Maybe we can grab some food once these bozos clear out.” With those last words, you take the lead, König following behind you quietly and with genuine happiness shining in his eyes.

[halloween-neko96]

The fact that both Law and X Drake have their lives change on that night, that exact same night, on that exact same island, will forever haunt me.

— One Piece Chapter 767

[dean-a-mean-tae]

Nicholas Ross Scenarios | Stray Kids Extra Member AU

You can read these in whatever order you want. I switched things around in the order I believe they're set.

You DO NOT have my permission to put any of my work into an AI

Back to the Nicholas Ross Master List

☼Life Before The Idol Journey☼

☾ A Star Is Born (370 Words) ✧SUMMARY: The birth of Nicholas ✧WARNINGS: Tamaya threatens someone. Black babies usually come out a shade or two lighter because it takes a while for their melanin to kick in. Nolan breathes in this.

☾ First Impressions (448 Words) ✧SUMMARY: Tamaya is brings Nicholas home to introduce him to Lillian and Johnny, the Golden Retriever. ✧WARNINGS: Slight angst? Hinted that Tamaya was isolated from her family. Lillian is 2 in this. Nolan is a piece of shit. Cussing. I think that's it

☾ Siblings Care For Each Other (425 Words) ✧SUMMARY: Nicholas notices his sister's selflessness is at her own expense. ✧WARNINGS: Neglectful parents? Nicholas is 7 in this and Lillian is 9. I think that's it. Tamaya and Nolan are Nick and Lillian's parents.

☾ Telling The Family (1.7k Words) ✧SUMMARY: After much thought, or until he got tired of his grandpa talking about it, Nicholas finally decided he wanted to be an idol. Now, how does he tell his family? ✧WARNINGS: Abuse, arguing, and slapping. Nicholas is 14 in this. The grandparents are trying, but they're old. This is most likely not how the industry works. Tamaya tries to kick Nicholas out.

☼Pre-Debut☼

☾ Fragile (1060 Words) ✧SUMMARY: How Chan and Nicholas became Chan and Nick. ✧WARNINGS: Nick smokes, Pre-debut!Nick and Ore-debut!Chan, Nick is a bit of a pushover. Talk about Nick's childhood.

☾ How It All Started (202 Words) ✧SUMMARY: He'd seen people get chosen and others get denied. People with potential get pushed away because one person is better, even by a little. ✧Pre-debut!Nick and Pre-debut!Chan

☾ Promise (902 Words) ✧SUMMARY: The first member Chan introduces Nicholas to is Minho. Unfortunately, it's on a day when Nicholas can't hide his pain. ✧WARNINGS: Pre-debut!Nick and Pre-debut!Minho. Soft minho?

☾ Coconut Head (473 Words) ✧SUMMARY: It's time to meet the rest of 3racha. ✧WARNINGS: Pre-debut!Jisung, Pre-debut!Changbin, Pre-debut!Chan, Pre-debut!Nicholas. Flinching? Pre-debut!Jisung (iykyk)

☾ A Teddy Bear From The Fair (767 Words) ✧SUMMARY: A soft peach gives Jeongin a cozy feeling. ✧WARNINGS: Predebut!Chan, Predebut!Nicholas, Predebut!Jeongin, Told from Jeongin's POV. There might be a strange vibe going on... I don't know any other warnings.

☼Idol Life☼

☾ Need A Break (483 Words) ✧SUMMARY: Everyone needs a break. A break from work, from school, or from life outside their blankets. Some people are not allowed breaks. Out of pressure from peers, parents, themselves. Setting a goal, a standard, that does more harm than good. All they need is a push in the right direction. | Little bit of Hyunjin x Nicholas

☾ Stray Kids' Nicholas Talks About His Conditions (1.8k Words) ✧SUMMARY: “I think, I think I’ve always needed people like them (Stray Kids) in my life.” We welcome Nicholas Ross of Stray Kids to talk about his conditions, chronic pains and anorexia, and how they have affected his childhood and his members. - Achievement Goals ✧WARNINGS: Mention of anorexia, chronic pains(I don’t have chronic pains but my big brother does so I base this off of him), mention of toxic family, past child abuse(not physical), switches between members at some point to gain perspective, Nick switches between Korean and English

☾ We Can't Make It On Our Own (717 Words) ✧SUMMARY: After a rough day, a moment with the youngest of Stray Kids helps Nicholas come to an understanding. | Little bit of Jeongin x Nicholas

☾ Fourth Cat (618 Words) ✧SUMMARY: Nicholas has some weird habits, and everyone loves them ✧WARNINGS: Second-hand embarrassment?

☾ The Shrinkage Is Real (_ Words) ✧SUMMARY: Nicholas, with the help of Chan and Minho, teaches the boys how to care for his hair. ✧WARNINGS: Cussing, normal banter between the boys, and description of the long and aching process called washing your hair.

☾ Light At The End (993 Words) ✧WARNINGS: Discrimination, Racism, Could be perceived as self-harm (Nicholas gets hurt twice but is okay with both), anorexia (different for everyone this is based on my experience), I think that's it

☾ Of The Tunnel ( 1.8k Words | Part 2 of Light At The End) ✧WARNINGS: Mention of self-harm, mention of sl!tt!ng, racism, discrimination, dissociation, JYP, I think that's it.

☾ Normani Defends Stray Kids' Nicholas Ross Against Racist Comments (790 Words) ✧SUMMARY: The singer, Normani, went to Twitter and Instagram to defend Nicholas Ross from racist commenters. Nicholas responded with a public thank you video. - Achievement Goals ✧WARNINGS: Racism, harmful words, mentions of death threats, mention of su!c!de

☾ Piercing (575 Words) ✧WARNINGS: Switches from 3rd person to 1st person. Depending on how well this is written, it might make you feel what he's feeling. There's angst, but I don't want to put too many warnings.

☼MISC☼

☾ Sleeping Where I Shouldn't (457 Words) ✧SUMMARY: Nicholas has a habit of falling asleep. Getting his makeup done, laying on one of the boys, during a Vlive, and many more examples. I made a compilation of times we saw Nick sleeping in the background. - random fan | Or 3 times the camera caught Nicholas sleeping, and the 1 time they didn't.

☾ Why Won't Bang Chan Let Nicholas Drink? (608 Words) ✧SUMMARY: Chan tells STAY why Nicholas isn't allowed to drink. ✧WARNINGS: Nicholas is an emotional whiny drunk.

☾ Never Again | 100 Followers Event (499 Words) ✧PROMPT: "Guys?" "We aren't going that way!" "Guys?" "That way or back! Cause I'm not going with creepy old man. No offense." "Hello?" "Can we talk about this?" "Guys!" "What?!" "Don't yell! There's a man in the window." "No, there isn't." "They're not lying! He's right there!"

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[sweetlummie]

So Tired

Joel Miller x fem!reader

A/n: Hello everyone! I’m back with a vent piece. College has been kicking my ass as of late so yeah- Also not proofread so any and all mistakes are mine! Btw this story was made with both game and show Joel in mind! As always constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 🫶🫶💗💗

Warnings: slight mentions of not eating properly and self-neglect

W/c: 767

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You were stressed and overwhelmed. On your last legs really. This week had been so hard on you, school, work, and your family stressed you to no end. All your free time away from college or work was spent on assignments. You didn’t even have time to be with your boyfriend anymore. Your sweet caring boyfriend with his southern charm and his readiness to help. Oh how you loved him. But recently you had begun an 8 week course in Geology and holy fuck was it killing you and it was barely the second week. You were at your wits end, you began losing yourself in all you had to worry about. You began withdrawing. You stopped being on socials, you hardly left your room, you barely ate. You had been doing your chapter 1 assignments and did a test which you bombed badly. You felt your eyes tear up as you shut your laptop in frustration. You felt so worthless and stupid. There was no way you didn’t understand a singular thing you read from the textbook. In your frustration you didn’t hear your home door open, revealing your most favorite person in the world.

“Hey darlin’.” He spoke softly, witnessing your mental breakdown. He quickly closed the door and wrapped his arms around you. “Hey baby, what’s wrong? Been textin’ ‘n callin’ ya for the past hour.. had me worried.” He drawled as you sniffled in his arms. “Sorry.. had my phone on ‘do not disturb’ to do my assignments…” you blubbered out as you continued to sob in his chest. “Thas okay.. glad you’re okay.. but what’s wrong princess? Why’s my baby cryin’?” He asked with concern as he moved his big hand to pet your head of wild hair. “Just.. stupid college.. stupid work.. stupid everything.” You grumbled which made Joel chuckle. “Poor baby. C’mon let’s go.” He said as he gently tugged you to your feet. “Where we goin’?” You asked him as you hiccuped. By now you had finished crying, the tears on your cheeks dry. “Goin’ to my place for a bit. You could use a break.” He smiled and you nodded as you followed behind him, grabbing your home keys to lock the door behind y’all as y’all left.

Once at Joel’s you plop down on his couch with a heavy sigh. He takes a seat beside your sprawled out limbs. “That bad huh?” He jokes which makes you scoff instead of laugh. “Yes!” You huff out. “It’s so stupid. I’m literally being torn apart in school and work and with my family it’s just impossible to breathe properly.. it’s so frustrating because I’m not so sure I even wanna finish college anymore.. and I can’t even tell my parents because I don’t wanna be a disappointment..” you began venting to your boyfriend. He simply nodded his head and remained silent, ever the good listener. When you finish spilling your guts to him he pulls you in his beefy arms. “There there princess. I can’t say much about this or say I feel the same but one thing I know for sure is that I’m proud of you. You work so hard and bust your ass, it’s very respectable. You could never be a disappointment and if they think so then fuck ‘em!” He exclaimed which made you chuckle. “And listen if you don’t wanna continue college and wanna break then that’s fine. I bet your noggin would really ‘ppreciate the break. I’ll support you in whatever you do mama.” Joel concludes as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head. His words hit your heart so damn hard it made you cry. For so long you felt misunderstood and felt like a failure for having these emotions but Joel didn’t think so. Joel understood you and didn’t think less of you for it and for that you were so thankful this gem of a man was all yours. With a shaky sigh you looked up at him with watery eyes. “I love you.” Was all you could say as you pressed your lips into his soft ones.

For the rest of the evening you stayed in and watched movies. He even ordered pizzas for you both to enjoy. You really needed this moment, really needed this break, really needed him. You knew whatever life threw your way you’d be able to withstand it because you had someone as supportive as Joel by your side. You still were stressed with everything happening around you but it all felt more tolerable and doable with Joel’s arms around you.

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[witherednotes]

Kinktober Day 3

Daddy Kink — Bangchan

pairing; bangchan x f!reader

genre; smut

word count; 767

warnings; soft dom!bangchan, sub!reader, daddy kink, oral (f receiving), spanking (one time), praising, orgasm denial

a/n; wrote this in a hurry to catch the time before chan’s birthday ended (in the place i live, at least) so i’m sorry if there’s too many errors in the story. hope you enjoy it, though.

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“Are you really okay with this?” Chan asked, pulling back after he left trails of kisses on your neck.

“Anything for my daddy.” You smirked, knowing damn well what kind of spell that one word holds.

Chan scoffed before hooking his finger to your last piece of clothing, “You’ll be the end of me, baby.”

All of these times, Chan has been so soft to you. No matter how much you’ve told him that you can handle more, he just loves to treat you like the most fragile human being that has ever existed. And with that, you’re in a quest to find the button that would make him go feral. After trying so many things in bed and even outside, you haven’t found anything that could spark the wild side of Chan. He’s still so caring, putting you first before him, being the gentleman he is.

Until one day he figured that you’re up to something and is starting to give up. So you asked. You asked him what you could do to make him not be his sweet, soft self in the bedroom with you. And seeing how desperate you are to find the way for him to reach his peak of pleasure, he ended up telling you.

“You know I love to be in charge of you.”

“But you already are and you’re still holding back.” You pouted at his answer.

“You can call me something that would make me feel like it, I don’t know.” Chan’s fingers glide over your skin.

“So, like ‘Daddy’?”

Chan’s eyes went wide from your words, cheeks starting to burn. “I-I mean, yea— But there’s so many other one t-that—“

“So you don’t like ‘Daddy’?”

“That’s not what I mean—“

“So you love to be called ‘Daddy’?” That time you have a winning smirk painted on your face.

The slight panic on Chan’s face fades, “Okay, now you’re just teasing me, baby. You shouldn’t do that.”

And that’s what brought you to this state.

Your lips were red from all the making out. Your skin has become his canvas, leaving his marks all over them. Now fully exposed under him while he still has his sweatpants on.

Under the dim light, you could see him smirking as his gaze burned into your core. You moved your hips slightly when all he did was caressing your inner thigh, barely touching your most needy part.

“Chan, please—“ Your words were cut by a yelp.

Chan slaps your thigh, close to your heat giving a shock through your body. “Call me properly or I won’t even touch you.” You whined as he gripped your thigh tighter, “You’re the one who suggested all of this, after all.”

“I’m sorry, daddy. Please, touch me.”

“That’s my good girl” He leaned down, kissing the red spot from his hand before his lips went closer and closer to your core.

Your back instantly arched as his warm mouth made contact with your heat. Hips moving up, craving for more stimulation from the man between your legs. Your hands were about to rest on his strands, to pull him closer to you even more. But he’s faster than you are. He gripped your wrist and pinned them back on your side.

“Keep your hands to yourself, baby. Let daddy take his time.” His breath fanned on your entrance before he dived back in.

It somehow backlash at you. The way he called himself the title you blurred out made your walls tighten. How Chan’s lips sucked your clit while his tongue pushed in and out of you. How his fingers laced with yours, holding you back from pulling on his hair. Every little thing made you even higher. Head filled with fuzz, getting dizzy even more after he let go of your hand to draw circles on your bundle of nerves as his tongue did all the work on your entrance.

“D-daddy, I’m close— Daddy!” Your moan has turned to scream at this point.

Chan didn’t respond. Instead, he went faster with his movement. He played with your clit harder as he kept going with his mouth. Your sight started getting blurry. The knot in your stomach tightened, ready to be released.

But he stopped. He pulled back suddenly, making your high faded in a blink.

“No, no! Daddy, no. I was— I’m close, daddy— Please, I—“

“Shh, baby.” Chan leaned closer to you. His hand softly patted your head, such a contrast from his brutal edging. “Daddy’s not done with you. Be a good girl and take what I give you, yeah?”

[proceduralpassion]

Happiest I've Ever Been

Day 8 of Narcoctober- A day of pure fluff: anything insanely, unambiguously, self-indulgently, luxuriously enjoyable.

Characters: Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy

CW: DILF!Steve

WC: 767

A/N: It's them for me! Remember kids: grammar/spelling mistakes add character. Enjoy some Steveconnie fluff

Steve cradled Olivia in his arms as he turned down the heat on the stove. Connie had cooked his favorite, honey mustard chicken. The roasted potatoes and vegetable medley were already cooling on the opposite counter and Steve looks down to notice that the oven is on, too. He takes a peek inside and sees that she’s baking a praline cake, a dessert she only makes on special occasions.

He hums to himself, not thinking much of it, simply excited to have a full, warm meal tonight. With how crazy things were with his job, he was surviving on takeout and vending machine food on the late nights when he wasn’t able to make it home. 

Olivia had thrown her toy across the kitchen and was now whining since it was no longer in her hands.

“Okay, okay,” Steve soothed.

Instead of letting her down to walk through the kitchen herself, he carried her out and knelt down to get the toy himself. He returns it in her hands with a kiss on the head before putting her into her high chair. 

He’s not sure what’s taking Connie so long or where she veered off to, but he goes ahead and gathers the plates and silverware for dinner. He grabs a toothpick from the cabinet and carefully pulls the cake out to test whether it’s ready or not. The timer on the counter only had a few minutes left, but he didn’t want her to have to get up in the middle of dinner to come get it out. The pick comes out clean, so he goes ahead and removes the cake and then shuts the oven door. 

Almost everything’s on the kitchen counter by the time he finishes setting up and he starts to become worried that Connie hasn’t come out yet. Last he saw, she had gone into their bedroom and hadn’t come out since.

“Connie!” He calls. 

The food’s still very hot so he gives Olivia a piece of fruit to sate her impatience while he cuts up and blows on her food. He’s silently chucking at her face as she tastes the sour and sweet tastes of the orange slice and wiping away the nectar that spills to her chin. He looks up upon hearing footsteps. 

Connie has a barely contained smile on her face as she practically skips over to him.

“What?” He inquires. His smile is automatic because he’s never able to resist doing so, when pure happiness is etched onto his wife’s face.

She holds up a recycled gift bag from when Javi bought Olivia flower-shaped sunglasses upon Steve and Connie’s official adoption date. Connie shakes it a little and twirls it in front of him, signaling for him to take it.

He takes the bag, not taking his eyes off her amused face. He holds it close to his ear, shaking it just like she had, but not actually able to decipher what was in the bag. It makes Connie laugh out loud though, and he lowly chuckles alongside her. 

He opens the bag, but he’s not quite sure what he’s seeing. 

Connie speaks, “There’s a shirt shop in town that makes custom tees and I wanted to have one made for Livie that said ‘Big Sister’ to surprise you with, but then I thought, I found out by peeing on a stick in a stall at work and why do you get to have the super cute surprise announcement?” She chuckles before rushing out, “Also, there’s a three day turnaround for the shirts and I couldn’t hold it in any longer.”

Steve finally looks up, seconds after realizing he’s looking at a pregnancy test.

A positive pregnancy test. 

For maybe an instant, Connie’s scared because she doesn’t know what kind of reaction to expect, but then her husband’s face breaks out in the biggest smile and she’s being lifted into the air and spun around.

“My baby’s having a baby?” He croons.

Connie lifts her head up in laughter and with a shy shrug, she goes, “Yeah.” Pulling his hair out of his face, she wants to make sure that she’s reading this right. That they’re both on the same page, “Are you happy?”

His voice cracks before he can even get the full sentence out, “Baby, I think I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”

She wipes the lone tear that emerges out of his eyes and accepts the searing kiss he leans down to give her. When she opens her eyes, he’s walking away from her and lifting up Olivia.

“Livie, you’re gonna be a big sister!”

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