#since the whole reason i wanted something light was because i don’t currently have the energy to homebrew

[ali3nboyfriend]

i say “oh i’ll just run a little pathfinder one shot it’ll be short and get me back into DMing without needing to commit to too much!!” and then everyone got attached to their characters and now we’re looking at maybe running more with them.

they’re posting musings and making suggestions for playlists to each other.

they’re making incorrect quotes.

[sunrizef1]

What happens in Vegas pt 1.5

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Authors Note: had to write this twice because tumblr deleted it lol. Not sure how to tag this so I’m just tagging my general tags. Proofread but not well.

Warnings: Blood, cursing

Summary: When the drivers found Max cheating

Masterlist

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“Dannyyyyyy” your voice rings out through the noise of the crowded club, your words catching the attention of the Australian in question.

The Aussie turns his head, a grin on his face as he holds up a bottle of champagne he seemed to have convinced the bartender to hand over. You laugh at his state, drunkenness clear in the way he sways as he staggers over to you. You wrap an arm around his tall shoulder, leaning on him in order to sort out your own less-than-sober state.

Lights flash brightly around the two of you, fellow drivers and F1 employees spread throughout the club, not including anyone from Red Bull for some reason.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to care, vodka practically running through your veins as you celebrated your win. You had won your home race and you were surrounded by your friends. The absence of some people you didn’t really like didn’t bother you all too much.

“Have you seen Logan?” You look up toward the Aussie again, eyes darting quickly around the club for your friend. You had been with the blond practically the whole night but as soon as you had gone looking for Danny, he had disappeared from your side.

Luckily, you didn’t have to search for long as another arm comes and wraps around your shoulder suddenly. You turn your head to find Logan, a dopey smile on his face and, weirdly, sunglasses.

He had been drinking just as much as the rest of you had, even downing about half a bottle of vodka in under twenty minutes. Better than you would’ve done considering you thought vodka tasted like shit. Good for shots though.

You reach up and fix the glasses that had gone sideways on his face. His hand follows yours, still clutching a drink as he follows your lead in fixing the random glasses.

“Why’d you have glasses on?” You have to yell slightly as you say it, prompting Danny to glance over from where he’d been watching Lando convince the current DJ to let him have a go. You’d have to give it to him, the man’s pretty convincing when he’s drunk.

“Someone gave them to me, not sure when, don’t really care. They’re sick though, right?” Logan leans back slightly to give you both a full look at him and you laugh as he sways a bit. His blond hair is ruffled and he’s acquired someone’s paddock pass throughout the night, along with the glasses and he’s looking like he came straight from the race itself.

“Yeah! You look great, mate!” Danny’s laughing behind you and Logan grins while he leans back into the little huddle you’ve created, patting Danny on the back as he does.

“Where are we heading then, gang?” Logan slurs, downing the rest of his drink and slamming it down on a nearby table and then turning his entire form toward the two of you.

You walk forward a bit, dragging the two drivers with you, both of their arms falling off your shoulders, “I was gonna go back to my room but I can't find max.”

You had already been dealing with Max’s absence since, well, yesterday at that point and it definitely contributed to about 5 of the shots you had taken. By now it was about 1 am, you had been in the club for hours, you were hungry and drunk and just really wanted to go to bed. But you couldn't do that because you couldn't find max and something in your drunken mind said you had to find him before you could go to bed. Something about not going to bed angry after a fight.

A fight that, truly, you didn't really have a part in. It wasn't your fault that Max had lost. I mean, it technically was but you shouldn't have been expected to let him win. Red Bull had practically been asking you to lose to him all season and you win once and suddenly Max is yelling about how inconsiderate you are.

“Come on,” Danny starts to walk toward the exit, leading you and Logan behind him as he does. The three of you stagger through the crowd, many people stopping you go congratulate you and chat as you do. By the time you've reached the strip, you've completely forgotten about Max and instead, you're only thinking about the hunger in your stomach.

“Im starving,” you mumble as you lay your head on Logan who smiles down at you, once again wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

You pay no mind to the cameras flashing as the three of you walk out or the stares that come your way. You’re more concerned about where the nearest restaurant is.

Logan moves away from you to dig through his pocket and you take the opportunity to adjust your dress, the fabric suddenly too tight on your heated body. You also wish you could take off the shoes that were causing your feet to ache. Danny takes a swig from the bottle that he, surprisingly, had been allowed to take from the club. Hair sticks to your foreheads and clothes sit rumbled and wrong. The spitting image of three elite athletes.

Logan moves back toward you to hand you the phone he had just pulled from his pocket. You had honestly forgotten you had given it to him to hold considering your dress didn’t have pockets.

“Thank you,” you nod gratefully, unlocking it to an influx of messages from friends and family congratulating you on your win or sending pictures from the club.

You clutch the device tightly as you cross your arms in an attempt to shield yourself from the cold Vegas air.

When a particularly cold chill runs through your body, you’re suddenly moving down the sidewalk, heels clicking as you try not to sway. The boys behind you follow in suit, seemingly trusting the, for the purposes of this race, Vegas native.

“Where we going, then?” Logan asks, a yawn escaping him as he readjusts the sunglasses perched on his nose.

“There’s a shake shack at New York New York,” you follow suit in yawning, pointing slightly ahead at the Empire State shaped hotel in front of you.

Daniel hums, “I want a burger.”

You laugh slightly, leading both of them toward the restaurant.

You three get there pretty quickly, ordering random greasy food that your trainers would probably disapprove of. When you sit down, you pull out your phone and send a quick series of text to Max to ask where he was. He hadn’t been there the whole night and you had finally started to miss him. He reads the messages but doesn’t reply, leaving you with a sick feeling in your stomach.

You bite into a fry to try and cover the nausea, opening your text chain with Charles and texting him instead. He actually replies this time and soon enough, Charles is on his way to you three from wherever he had gone to sober up earlier in the night.

“Charles is on his way,” you say through another yawn, eating a fry.

Daniel scarfs down a few bites of his burger, swallowing a full gulps of his drink right after, “For what?”

“Gonna help me find Max probably. We’re all too drunk to do anything by ourselves anyway.”

“Not too drunk to order food by ourselves,” Logan says, probably louder than he needs to, leaning back in his chair, glasses still on and a drink in his mouth, “Let’s fucking goooooooo.”

He follows Daniel’s lead and starts to munch on his food quickly, food you’d paid for by the way, when you turned out to be the only one who could get their Apple Pay to work.

You take a couple more bites of your food while the boys scavenge their food as if they hadn’t eaten in years.

“Hey guys!” You look up to see a particularly sober Charles Leclerc strolling through the shake shack door. You perk up when you see him, a small smiling making it through the exhaustion you were feeling.

“Hey Cha,” you say, standing up to give him a small hug, staggering a bit on your heels as you do. He leans back as you release him and steadies you, holding something up to you as he does.

Your eyes widen as he holds up a pair of converse in your eyesight and you gasp happily, quickly sitting back down in your chair and starting to fumble with the clasps on your heels.

Your fingers shake with exhaustion and alcohol and the clasp escapes your hands more than a couple times.

“Here, let me do it,” Charles offers as he sets the shoes down on the ground next to you before kneeling in front of your chair and grasping your ankle lightly.

You don’t look across the table to see Daniel and Logan making kissy faces at each other as they both stuff their faces with greasy food and soda. But you can hear their mocking kiss noises and you roll your eyes as you finally look their way, glaring as you do. They both shut up and go back to the phones in their hands.

Charles makes quick work of the clasps on both shoes, sliding the heels off your feet and untying the converse before handing them to you. You slide the shoes on and stand up, wrapping up your excess shake shack as you do.

Logan makes a noise of protest as you move to throw the food away and you sigh before sliding it across the table back to him. He makes quick work of the food, with help from Daniel reaching over his shoulder to grab food in between Logan’s bites.

You and Charles wait quietly for the two of them to finish. You eventually open your mouth to ask him a question but he seems to beat you there.

“Do you know where Max is?” He says quietly, eyes staring kindly at your tired state.

“No, he hasn’t answered my texts,” you mumble sadly, head falling to rest against your hand on the table. Charles moves slightly closer to let you rest your head on his shoulder and your eyes start to flutter closed. You were just nodding off when a loud band comes from across you and your eyes open to see Logan slamming his empty drink on the table just before Daniel does as well.

They both move from the table quickly and you and Charles rush to follow them as they bound out of the restaurant in their drunken stupor.

“Let’s go find max!” Daniel yells out swinging an arm around the blond man’s shoulders.

“To finding max!” Logan responds swinging his own arm around Daniel.

You and Charles share a look at the two of them. You had been just as drunk as them but you seemed to be sobering up quicker than both of them.

You glance down to see your heels clutched in Charles hand and pull out your phone to take a picture while he’s busy looking over your shoulder at the two drunk formula one driver some yards away.

“Come back here, losers!” Charles called out to the two of them and they both turn back to you and stumble over, seemingly dancing to music that wasn’t playing.

“We’re going to Omnia,” Charles says to the three of you and that’s all the boys need to turn around and wander toward a building they don’t know the location of.

You roll your eyes at them but follow quickly after, trying to make sure they don't wander too far away. Charles is quick to walk beside you.

The walk isn't too far, your drunkenness slowly decreasing throughout the stroll. Luckily for you and Charles, by the time you all get to the club, Daniel and Logan have sobered enough to at least walk in a straight line.

Omnia is nestled inside of Caesars Palace so it wasn't hard to find but Daniel and Logan do both try and walk past the hotel. You and Charles have to call them back and drag them into the lobby of the hotel.

The four of you wander over to the club, glancing around but when your efforts seem fruitless, you decide to wander around the area instead of just looking at the club.

The four of you wander around aimlessly, looking for any signs of your boyfriend. You glance up to see Charles with his eyes set forward, still clutching your heels in his hands. Logan and Danny fall in line next to the two of you, seemingly sobered enough to be helpful now.

Eventually you round a corner and come face to face with a surprisingly empty area, not a soul in sight. The silence almost echoes off the vaulted ceiling, making the sound of your four sets of shoes seem almost loud in comparison.

You don’t see anything in the room and go to turn around when Logan catches your elbow, “Is that him?”

You turn back around to follow Logan’s point, eyes locking on a brunette man. Of course, Logan has just been extremely inebriated so his judgement probably wasn’t the best but you decide to listen to him anyway.

You move to take a step toward the man when he stumbles backward, letting you see that it is, in fact, your boyfriend. But what causes your eyebrows to furrow is the familiar girl hanging off of him, lips practically attacking his own.

You can’t move. Your eyes are locked on the couple and your feet are solidly rooted to the marble floor. You think you might be crying, you wouldn’t be able to tell. The only thing that pulls you out of it is the feeling of a pair of heels being shoved into your arms. You glance up just in time to see Charles reeling his fist back.

You don’t think you’ll ever forget the sound of a nose breaking under a fist. Of course, it’s quiet so that probably helped a lot.

They’re screaming at each other and your brain, once again, tunes it out. You stare blankly ahead, trying to make sense of whatever the fuck you just saw. You’re pretty sure Charles’ girlfriend flees. Probably for the best. Logan swings a tanned hand in front of your eyes and suddenly the volume in the room is back once again, the screaming slowly filtering into your head.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Charles yells, blood dripping down his arm as he shoves Max in the middle of his chest.

“What’s my problem!? What’s your problem!? You’re already fucking my girlfriend, I was just evening the score,” Max spits, blood splattering against Charles’ white shirt as he shoves the man’s wrist away.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t do shit, man!”

“You proved it by showing up with her,” Logan inches forward as Max’s eyes land on you for the first time that night, seemingly ready to defend your honor. Or whatever.

“Taking her to help her find her boyfriend who turned out to be cheating on her with my girlfriend. Yeah seems really romantic mate,” Charles rolls his eyes. You can tell from his stance he’s ready to throw another punch in a heartbeat.

“Fuck you, Charles.”

“Fuck you, Max.”

There it is, the second punch flies and the two start to brawl. Rich idiot brawling, of course, no real form or anything. You reckon Max could throw a pretty good punch if he was in a better state. In the moment you’re just glad he isn’t. For Charles’ sake.

You suddenly realize that the area might not have been as secluded as you had thought. When you glance up you’re met by the literal strip, bright lights streaming in from the outside. Even at the ripe hour of 3 am. People start to gather at the commotion. Usually you’d care a lot about this kind of stuff but your brain is unfortunately too preoccupied to care.

One of these people that takes it upon themselves to insert themselves in the fight is none other than Checo Perez. The man on the grid who you could stand the least. Or at least he used to have that title, that might belong to Max now.

Upon the sound of more yelling, you tune him out. Daniel’s the one who moves in his path, causing the man to turn the argument onto Daniel. 5 foot 10 Daniel who’s been itching to throw a punch since this fight started. Daniel who was, until quite recently, black out drunk. Daniel who you knew, deep down, didn’t want to punch Max so this was a perfect solution.

You don’t end up remembering how it happens, your brain fogged with alcohol and emotions but one second, Checo and Danny are arguing and the next second, Logan’s landed a punch.

Honestly, he has a killer right hook. Especially for a drunk man. This spurs another fight and you can’t do anything but stand still in the middle of it all, tear stains running down your cheeks and high-heels clutched tightly in your arms.

It feels like an eternity later, but what probably only 5 minutes, when a figure comes up behind you and wraps an arms around your shoulders. You glance up to see a wild Oscar, pulling you away from the scene. He drops your shoulder to move back and pull Logan out of the fight, now with a bloody nose and bruised knuckles. You’re not sure how much fighting he did and how much of it was just him hitting random surfaces. Again, drunk.

You turn toward Charles and see a now unoccupied Checo walking with an arm around Max’s shoulder and a now quite sober Lando pulling Charles the other way. Danny’s made his own way out of the area, quickly pulling you away with him. You don’t argue as he does, grateful for the escape. Sound comes back to you as you re-enter the casino floor, slot machines and black-jack spread out around you.

You realize how crazy you all probably look, all six of you covered in blood in some way. Whether it be your own or a friends. You all stagger out of the hotel quickly and at some point, you lose Charles and now it’s just you, Daniel and Logan, just like how you had started the night.

Once the air hits your face you realize the reality of everything that’s just happened. Your three year relationship was now over. Your teammate and boyfriend just cheated on you. This had to be some sort of HR violation.

For the first time since you entered the quiet area, you feel yourself cry. Tears run down your cheeks as sobs rack your body. Logan is quick to get you somewhere to sit down and he lays an arm around your shoulder comfortingly, not even thinking about the fact he’s now smearing even more blood on your clothes. You get distracted form your crying when you glance up and see the blood streaming from his nose. If you could help it, you’d get his name the farthest away from this. He didn’t need this right now.

For a moment you’re too worried about Logan’s future to cry but then you glance back down at the blood on your own hands and the waterworks start again. You, of course, hadn’t punched anyone but the blood was a reminder that somebody had because of you.

You eventually get the sobs to go away, standing up with a slight wobble, leaning on Daniel as he catches you.

You have no idea where the rest of your friend had gone or even where you were gonna sleep tonight. So you text the one person you had complete faith in during this situation.

“Can I stay with you?”

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[deathofacupid]

right next door // part one | peter parker

ahhhh new series!!

masterlist!

summary: you move in right next door to a cutie, problem is, he isn't much of a talker. or anything at all. but it's okay, because you're dead-set on getting him to warm up to you.

warnings: mean peter :(

pairing: peter parker x fem!bubbly!reader

word count: 1.9k+ words

you scowled under your breath, absolutely frustrated.

“if you want us to take the boxes up to the fifth level, you’re going to have to pay us extra,” the man spoke, arms crossed. the movers you had hired looked to be twins, around the age of 30, perhaps? they had heavy accents and took you to be a gullible female if they believed that you’d pay an additional 25 dollars for that.

“look, i included the information about my flat being on the fifth floor, and despite having that knowledge, you took this job. i am not paying you extra, so how about you do this right, okay?” you scoffed in disbelief; you didn’t know that moving into a new apartment would be so difficult. all you wanted was for these insufferable men to take your stuff to your flat so you could finally relax.

finally breathe, because you hadn’t gotten any “you” time since you made the decision to move into a whole new state, which you were starting to regret now.

no, no, independence is always worth it.

probably.

either way, it was nice to get away from your overbearing parents that were currently all the way over in florida.

“lady, we don’t got all day, so either pay up, or-”

“i’ll take it from here,” a male voice interjected. you looked over to see a brunette, with honey-brown colored eyes and a perfectly sculpted face.

perfectly sculpted.

perfectly.

you’d seen him a couple times when checking out the building. he lived in e11, which was part of the reason you’d moved into e12, right next door. there wasn’t anything wrong with wanting a god for a neighbor, right?

that was a rhetorical question, of course there wasn’t anything wrong with it.

after poking around (begging your landlord for his name and room number), you found out that he was peter parker from e11.

you watched him walk over and raise an eyebrow at the men, who stood unmoving. “i said we got it from here.”

“you her boyfriend or something?”

“and what would it be to you?” peter adjusted his position to where his arms were crossed, shirt tight and muscles flexed.

okay, so it wasn't just his face that was perfectly sculpted.

the men exchanged eye contact and shook their heads, sighing. you stuck your tongue out at them, despite the fact they were already walking out the door, backs facing you.

you called out, “and that’s one star for you guys on yelp!”

brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, you looked back at peter, who was already picking up a box. “oh, hey, you don’t have to do that. i’m sure i’ll manage.”

“it’s okay. i don’t mean to underestimate your strength, but these boxes aren’t very light.”

“yes, but-… are you sure? i don’t want to burden you with this.”

he glanced at you, balancing a box on top of the one he was holding, “it’s no burden. unless you don’t want my help, which is a different story altogether.”

“uh, no, nothing like that,” you hesitated. he seemed very stoic, in no mood for small talk, or to converse in general. “but thanks for what you did. i didn’t need the help, i could have handled it on my own, but… um, thanks.”

“did you a favor,” he shrugged, “you weren’t really getting anywhere with that.”

you frowned at his bluntness, but bit back a retort. he was willing to help you, this complete stranger. and for that, you were grateful.

picking up one of the lighter boxes, you followed after him on the stairs. “so… um… i’m y/n. l/n,” you added after a second.

“peter parker,” was all he said, and you nodded as if you hadn’t previously known that.

“nice to meet you, peter.”

“what room do you live in?”

“e12.” you stopped yourself from adding right next to you.

“’kay.”

“what about you?”

“huh?”

“w-where do you live?”

“e11.”

“oh,” you smiled, as if you didn’t know that as well. “that’s so cool! we’re neighbors!”

“yay.”

it seemed like that was sarcastic, so you decided that it was best to maybe shut up. so that’s what you did.

after a while, you were able to get all your boxes (with peter doing most of the work). you stood in your flat with your hands on your hips as peter put the last box down. “seriously,” you breathed, “thank you so much. i have no idea what i’d do if you weren’t there.”

“negotiate with russian twins and get nowhere.”

you laughed nervously, unsure of whether or not that was a joke. “um, you can stay a little longer, if you’d like. or not. that’s fine, too.” you were hoping he’d stay, even though you literally had nothing for him to sit on. there was no furniture… but maybe he’d want to stay anyways?

“i’m good.”

“o-okay, peter. see you around?”

without another word, he slipped out of your apartment, shutting the door behind him.

you thought that moving in next to peter would make you a little less lonely, and maybe you’d make a new friend.

but perhaps your mother was right. what if you weren’t ready for all this?

new job, new home, new state… new everything.

you were all alone in the big city.

but- but it would be okay, you decided, shaking your head. “it’s fine. i can do this. i’m going to do this. today was a minor setback, which my mom doesn’t need to know about… and i need to make new friends before talking to myself becomes a habit.”

you stood in the middle of your flat, grinning. nothing was going to stop you from achieving your dream.

-

your new job at the daily bugle wasn't going to start for another week, so you had time to unpack and adjust. music blared from the speakers, helping you get into your new groove. you sang and danced around to it, laughing like a fool (you were sleep deprived).

you took the plastic wrapping off the couches and adjusted them to where you liked, with much struggle, of course. next came chairs and tables, and you were glad to get those out of the way. once you’d completed moving and unpacking some of the bigger things, you had gotten bored.

but, nevertheless, you still wanted to be productive. finally, you settled on decorating the living room. taking out pillows, throw blankets, and pictures, you put them all in their designated places.

in complete exhaustion, you tossed yourself onto your couch. “aw, crap, where i am gonna sleep tonight?” you groaned.

in hindsight, maybe you should’ve done the bedroom first. man, you were kind of a mess without your mother.

laying there, gazing up the bare ceiling, your thoughts drifted to peter. he was mean, but in a reserved way. like it wasn’t really to be mean, but more about how his personality was. “oh, well, i’ll just make him warm up to me.”

after all, you did need friends. so why not start with peter?

with a new task at hand, you jumped up, speeding towards the kitchen. you planned on making him cookies, after all, who didn’t like those? you preheated the oven… before realizing you had to unpack all your kitchen related items.

and you had to go shopping for ingredients.

you had some money to last you until a new paycheck, so you might as well spend it somehow. besides, this could be a way to get peter to like you.

not like that.

well, not yet.

first, you had to get him to be friends with you. no, scratch that. you had to go shopping first.

-

“you need butter to make cookies, right?” you asked yourself, glancing over to your cart that currently held milk, eggs, and flour in it. “oh! and sugar! …vanilla extract? why on earth haven’t i googled this yet?” shaking your head in dismay, you pulled out your phone, searching up what you needed.

“okay… so…chocolate chips. gah, how did i forget that? cornstarch, and salt,” you looked at the aisle you were in, pausing momentarily. after a second, you threw a pack of measuring spoons in. “obviously, you need chocolate chips for chocolate chip cookies!”

sighing, you glanced up, only to be met with the eyes of a bewildered woman. “um… sorry,” you mumbled sheepishly, forgetting you were in public.

seriously, you needed new friends. pronto.

you wheeled your cart to the checkout aisle and waited in line. looking up, you saw a masked figure on the television. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and tilted your head, squinting to read the caption; “spider-man stops yet another robbery”.

“huh,” you murmured quietly. “spider-man.”

“mommm, isn’t he so cool?” turning your head, you saw a little boy pointing at the screen.

“what? yeah, he is,” she said, filing through her wallet.

you pulled your phone out of your back pocket, going into safari. the knit between your eyebrows hadn’t left as you tapped on the first news link, jjjnews.com.

spider-man, the masked menace.

you looked up and frowned. menace? you thought he was a hero, given the whole robbery thing. come to think of it, the name sounded familiar. “spider-man…” you hummed, testing it out once more.

whether he is in affiliation with the avengers, we do not know. the infamous spider-man, often referred to as the masked menace by his critics and opponents, raises an intriguing question: why does he feel the need to conceal his identity? what secrets is he keeping from us that drive him to hide behind a mask? could it be fear of exposure or perhaps a deeper motivational factor? but what drives him to conceal his true self from the world? what secrets lie beneath that mask, and what is he purposefully keeping hidden from those around him?

these questions continue to haunt not only the citizens of new york city, but also his closest allies. while spider-man is praised as a courageous crime-fighter, some question if there is more to his story than meets the eye. as a beloved hero or feared vigilante, the truth behind spider-man's persona remains a mystery waiting to be unraveled.

with the emergence of new heroes comes a surge in villains as well, and perhaps spider-man's presence only adds fuel to the fire. it is time for the authorities to take action against this dangerous masked figure before any more harm is done.

you pressed your lips together, and exited the app. that was enough of that, because as far as you knew, this guy sounded like a hater. this man, expecting no incentive at all, risked his life every day to keep others safe.

what more did people want, honestly?

seeing as it was your turn, you picked things up from the cart and set them down onto the checkout. pulling out your wallet, you inserted the chip in the credit card.

“that’ll be $37.50.”

“um, okay,” why was that more than you thought it’d be?

 yay, cookies, right?

somehow, you managed to make it home without crashing into someone, or someone crashing into you. you didn’t have a car yet, nor did you trust yourself with on here in nyc, so you took a taxi.

being completely honest, you were kind of excited about this. being more completely honest, you didn’t know how to bake. (or cook.)

but maybe it’d be okay. i mean, how hard was following instructions on a screen?

[nofingjustaninchident]

omg Leah tysm for doing this event ily. Hear me out, Jason proposing to gf!reader, when she's not really having a good day, and feels down (maybe the reason could be that her friends left her out on plans or something but it could be anything, really). But Jason just ironically makes it her best day ever with his secret sweetly planned proposal ahhh 🥹🩷

ᯓ★ id marry you with paper rings

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

pairing jason grace x daughter of poseidon!reader

summary worst. day. ever. or maybe not.

warnings nah, just fluff

authors note this one was so cute to write omggg

now listening to paper rings by taylor swift

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The day had been rough. Y/n was sitting on the couch, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on her. Her friends had, once again, gone out without her, leaving her feeling lonely and left out. Just to match, her whole week at work had been extremely bad, and now she felt like a good old piece of shit.  

The gloom settled over her like a heavy blanket, and no amount of distraction seemed to lift it. Her boyfriend, Jason, was also not home, as he had to spend most of his days at one of the camps – sometimes even both of them.  

To lift her mood a little bit, she heard the key turning on the front door, immediately bringing a smile to her lips. Jason walked into the room, smiling down at your slumped form on the couch. He was beaming with an enormous bouquet of her favorite flowers in hand.  

Unfortunately or not, he could read her like a book, and the sadness in her eyes was impossible to miss. His smile disappeared almost as fast as it came and he went straight to her, enveloping her in his embrace.  

Ever since the war ended, he’d been so afraid to lose another friend because he wasn’t strong or powerful enough to protect them, that he’d been training a whole lot harder, which made his hugs so so more comfortable. 

She shrugged, leaning into his embrace. “Just… feeling down. My friends went out without me again. I don’t know, it just sucks.” 

Jason’s heart ached seeing her like this. He hated knowing she was hurt, but he also knew he had the perfect way to turn her day around. He had been planning this for weeks, waiting for the right moment. Maybe today, despite its rough start, could end on the best note possible. 

“Hey, how about we go for a walk?” he suggested, his tone light. “Fresh air might help.” 

Y/n looked at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Okay, that sounds nice.” 

They both put on their jackets and headed out, Jason holding her hand firmly in his. Maybe she was a little paranoid, sure, but his hand was a little sweaty, and she could swear that he seemed a little nervous; he kept looking around as they walked, biting down on his bottom lip and often squeezing her hand. She decided to ignore 

They ended up on the beach. He put a blanket on the sand and they sat there, holding hands as they stared out at the beautiful sea. For a moment, they chatted about their days, a few jokes and stolen kisses were shared.  

Until Jason suddenly stiffened as he stared right into y/n’s eyes. “Hey, babe, I, uh... I gotta tell you something.” He said. 

Y/n raised one eyebrow at him, suddenly afraid. She hoped that it wasn’t anything bad, but she couldn't help but think about her current luck. Her friends leaving her, her favorite coworker getting fired... Jason wouldn’t leave her, too. Right? “What is it?”  

He got up, pulling her with him. She tilted her head to the side. She had absolutely no idea what to expect with that.  

Until he smiled and reached out to his pocked. She followed his hands’ movements, until he pulled a small, velvet box from his jeans. Her breath hitched, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as she saw the scene she wanted to see for god knows how long: Jason Grace, the praetor of the Twelfth Legion, getting down on one knee.  

He looked up at her with all the love in the world as he spoke, a speech that was as engraved in his mind as the words of the Prophecy of The Seven.  

“Y/n, my love. You've been making me the happiest man on earth ever since I woke up in that bus holding your hand. Every moment we’ve spent together has been the best of my life. From the laughter we share to the challenges we’ve faced, you’ve been my rock, my joy, and my reason to smile every day. You’ve shown me what love truly means - how it’s not just about the good times but also about sticking together through the tough ones. Your strength, kindness, and endless patience never cease to amaze me. You’ve made me a better person, and I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”  

As his words started to sink in, her heart swelled with love and affection. The tears were already falling down her cheeks, and she couldn’t wait to say the words that’d change her life.  

“Y/n, you’re the light of my day and the breeze of my nights. I can’t wait to build a family with you. Would you give me the honor of accepting me as your husband?” He finally asked, smiling as never before.  

“Gods, yes!” She said, throwing herself on his arms. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! I love you so much, love you, love you so much.” She muttered into his neck, bawling her eyes out as he hugged her.  

She hadn’t seen the ring, with all the tears and the emotion that was making her mind spin. But she was sure that anything with him would be perfect.  

He pulled away to slip the ring on her ring finger. It was a tourmaline, her father’s gemstone. She looked at him with pure awe as she thought about all the times she told him how that was her favorite stone. Gods, she loved him more than she could imagine.  

And she couldn’t wait to spend her life with him.  

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Deprived

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~2.6k

Summary: Top embarrassing moments at work with the Maximoffs

A/N: This seemed like the most humorous way to introduce sexting.

Warnings: fluff, sexting, toys, and sibling embarrassment

You can’t help but laugh at Pietro as you finish the last dregs of your drink with a sigh. You and your family had just finished a weekly dinner at your house, and it’s getting late. You aren’t sure who started the current conversation, but given how embarrassed Pietro is, for once, you don’t think that he is the one causing trouble.

You listen to him deny that he’d done anything compromising in his office at the compound, but the more he protests, the less you believe him. Stealing a glance at Wanda, you see how dubious she appears as well and realize that you’re right to doubt Pietro.

Wanda mutters something under her breath that Pietro hears and unsurprisingly disagrees with. You just decide to wait and see where this goes because you honestly can’t think of something more embarrassing that Wanda may have experienced at work.

“Yeah, right! You’ve definitely done worse than that, Wanda.”

“Actually no, I haven’t.”

There’s a beat of silence as the twins glare at each other, but then you hear someone clear their throat and you turn to the other side of the deck with a frown. You see Steve shooting the Maximoff twins a sheepish look, no just Wanda, before he takes a sip of the whiskey you’d just finished.

“Actually, I can think of something.”

Wanda was beyond frustrated at how the day had gone for her. It was nearly 9pm and she had been out and busy with meetings since she was forced to leave you in bed at 7am. She swore that if she wasn’t so used to micromanaging things, she would give the reins to her brother to take care of the aftermath of today. She didn’t want to think about the fallout right now, nor how she had a nearly 2 hour car ride until she was home. You would likely be asleep by then which just put her in a worse mood. 

She hated to leave you, especially after she promised that she’d spend time with you. She hadn’t promised the whole day because that wasn’t something she could do very often, even if it was Saturday. However, she had promised you breakfast in bed, but that had turned into 30 seconds of coffee in bed when Steve had called with the bad news. 

So Wanda left you to deal with the most recent work crisis, and you spent most of the day alone and slightly miffed. You didn’t waste the day away; however, and you spent the morning hiking with your dog before baking and watching cooking shows all afternoon. You made a cheesecake, a pie, and brownies before you realized that you should make something for dinner. You probably should eat a vegetable. 

This led to you making one of your favorite meals, and you ate your shrimp stir fry on the couch in front of the TV with Boone at your feet. By the time 8pm rolled around you decided to walk Boone one last time before showering and crawling in bed. You hadn’t heard from Wanda all day, but this wasn’t abnormal. You seldom heard from her when she worked, but for some reason, today it annoyed you. 

Sitting in bed slightly cold, and alone, you considered what could have happened this morning if your wife had stayed like you both had wanted. You smiled at the thought of how your other lazy mornings have gone, and you sigh in defeat before switching off the light and lying down with a frown. You roll onto your side before looking to your phone on the bedside table. You hesitate before grabbing it and unlocking it to see your text thread with Wanda. 

You wonder if she’s still working. How long until she comes home? You never really know the answer to this, but despite how this morning went, it seems that you’re in luck tonight. Your phone buzzes in your hand, and you see that Wanda’s texted. 

-I’ll be home in a little over an hour. -

You smile at this before you lie flat on your back stare at the ceiling. You sigh heavily before shifting under the covers mindlessly. You almost fall asleep, but your thoughts have drifted to something that makes you throw the covers off of you. You’re overheating and you slip your hands under your shirt to remove it before rolling back onto your stomach with a sigh. 

You’re near sleep again when you remember that you didn’t respond to your wife’s text. You see that it was nearly 40 minutes ago and you curse before you type out a quick response. 

You stop short of sending your ‘see you soon’ message, and you stare at it for a few seconds before smiling widely. You decide to take advantage of the line of communication that you’ve been granted. You just hope that Wanda’s not working on the way home because if so, it’s likely your message will go ignored. 

Wanda’s staring out the window frowning deeply at nothing in particular. It was too dark to see much more than the silhouette of trees they pass every once in a while. She’d concluded that you must be asleep since you hadn’t answered her text, which was disappointing, but understandable. She’d almost convinced herself to try and get some work out of the way when her phone vibrates in her hand close to an hour after she’d texted you. 

-Can’t wait. I might get started without you.-

Wanda frowns in confusion as she reads your message again, then once more before she decides that maybe she woke you up from a nap. She texts back a question that you take barely any time to respond to. She has to take a deep breath before she shifts in her seat and thinks about how to respond to you. 

-What are you starting on without me? -

-I’ll give you a hint. No clothes are involved. -

Wanda types out a reply slowly as she looks up to see that Steve is still focusing on the road. He has to be relieved that all of the day’s meetings are over too. She knows that she’s not always the most pleasant person to be around, especially when stressed. 

Wanda taps send and waits to see how you respond.

You’re rolling onto your back with a groan as you try to push your shorts off with the least amount of effort possible. You sigh in relief and throw them toward the end of the bed with your shirt before you shake yourself out like a dog. You smile, already feeling better now that you’re not so hot, and reach for your phone. 

You figure that Wanda is going to play coy, or maybe even tease you. Instead, her response makes you stiffen and kicks your heart rate up a bit. 

-You better not be doing what I think you are. – 

You can’t help the giddy noise that leaves you at your wife’s not-so-subtle threat. You consider how you’d like to play this, but it doesn’t take much thought at all. You’ve always loved to push Wanda’s buttons, and knowing how much she loves it too makes you all the more eager to tease. You type out a response before setting your phone beside you on the bed. You close your eyes and imagine what you’d do next if Wanda were by your side. 

-You better hurry home if you plan to stop me.-

You ignore the vibrating phone for a few minutes just to make Wanda tick. You run your finger through your hair, pushing it out of your eyes as your other hand slides up your leg. You stop to rest it against your stomach and you sigh heavily as your phone starts to ring. You smile and let your hand drop between your legs before you bother to answer.

Wanda’s typing furiously when she realizes that you’re ignoring her. She imagines you’re lying in bed naked and bored out of your mind. She knows how active of an imagination you have, and if you’ve already taken off your clothes from feeling overheated, well anything could happen. 

She’s doing her best to try and stop this when she realizes that her three texts are going unread. She glances at Steve again before she curses herself for not choosing the car that has a privacy divider. Today had been so busy that she hadn’t planned on needing one for the drive. She’s really regretting her choices right now. Still, she barely hesitates to call you. 

By the fourth ring, Wanda’s getting annoyed and you’re smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. Still, you don’t say anything immediately when you slide the green button across your screen. You close your eyes after the call connects, and simply hum when Wanda speaks up. 

“Y/n?”

Your lack of response makes Wanda tense and she has to push down the urge to speak above a whisper. She is too aware of Steve’s presence, but she’s also not going to wait until she’s at home to talk to you. 

“Y/n, what are you doing?” 

You can tell by her tone, that your wife is irked and you have to stop yourself from laughing because you know that will just make it worse. 

“Hi Wands.” 

Wanda simply frowns at your avoidance of her question before she sits up straighter at the sound of something rustling in the background. She accidentally makes eye contact with Steve, but she quickly looks away before she tries to ask casually. 

“What are you up to, detka?” 

You think of all the ways that you can answer this question, but none of them feel appropriate. None of them are sufficient to describe how you shove your hand between your legs and touch yourself. For this reason, you decide to just let Wanda listen. 

You take a deep breath and set you phone down on your chest, and a shiver shoots through you at the contact. You shift to get more comfortable before you groan as you slide your fingers over your clit. 

“Fuck.” 

Your breathy curse has Wanda tightening her grip on her phone, and she grits her teeth to hold herself back. 

“Y/n…”

You ignore your wife and continue to work yourself up, and you barely hear her speak to Steve as she tries to keep your moans from drifting to the front seat. 

“Steve, can you turn on the radio, please?” 

Even the sound of a familiar rock song doesn’t completely drown you out, and Wanda wishes that she could see what you were doing. Better yet, she wishes she was with you so she could put a stop to this. Or rather take charge. 

“Y/n, if you don’t stop right now, you’re going to regret it.” 

You can’t help the breathy laugh that leaves you when Wanda says this. You can imagine the look on her face right now and you shudder at the thought. The only times you’ve dared to laugh in Wanda’s face at a time like this, she kept her word about making you regret it. The distance between you two makes you bold and your fingers pick up speed before you release a groan that’s loud enough for Steve to hear. 

“Really because I think I’ll regret it if I stop?” 

Wanda considers telling Steve to pull over so she can switch places with him. Well she’d drive them like a bat out of hell, but she’d keep you on the phone somehow. She’s not sure how that would work, and she cringes when she realizes that you’ve caught Steve’s attention. Why hadn’t she brought her headphones? 

Wanda makes sure that the volume is turned down as far as possible before she sighs heavily. She’s thinking about how she’s going to make you pay for this when she hears something she immediately recognizes as a drawer opening. Wanda stiffens further before she turns her head to try and muffle her voice as much as possible. 

“Don’t you dare, Y/n. I swear--.” 

Wanda’s cut off by the unmistakable sound of a vibrator, and she nearly bangs her head against the window in frustration. In her fury, she misses the way that Steve’s eyes widen and he turns up the radio as discreetly as possible. Wanda can hear your moans getting louder as you switch the settings, and she curses in frustration. 

“Steve, drive faster.” 

Surprisingly, Steve doesn’t argue and Wanda focuses on the revving of the engine instead of the sounds that are coming through the phone. Her face is flushed in arousal and annoyance, but she’s not sure which is stronger as she listens to you get closer to the edge. She knows she won’t make it home in time, but she at least feels comforted by the fact that she won’t have to wait too long to get her hands on you. 

“I’ll be home in half an hour.” 

Undoubtedly listening, Steve speeds up even further, and if she weren’t so embarrassed by the fact that he’s certainly heard you, she’d thank him. Instead, she scowls when you barely hum in acknowledgement before you come with moan that makes Wanda shudder violently. She curses and slams her phone on her leg before taking a deep breath. Her only comfort is that Steve is going close to 80 mph. 

Wanda hears you let out a loud sigh before you shift once again before something drops onto the dresser. Wanda’s biting her lip so hard that she draws blood, but she ignores it as she promptly hangs up on you. 

“I’ll be waiting, Wands.” 

No one says anything when Steve finishes telling an abbreviated version of what happened several months ago. He looks between you and Wanda, and he’s not sure who looks more embarrassed. You’re staring into your glass with your cheeks burning brighter than anything else in the room. At least that’s what it feels like. Wanda looks mortified and she opens her mouth a couple of times to make an excuse, but she honestly can’t.

Unsurprisingly, Pietro speaks up first and it only makes his sister scowl while you just blush so hard you feel lightheaded.

“Damn, sestra, didn’t think you had it in you.”

Before Wanda can argue or at the very least tell her brother to shut up, you shoot your wife a glare that does nothing to hide your embarrassment.

“You never said that Steve was listening!”

You can’t believe that this never came up, and that Wanda didn’t just hang up on you. Honestly, of all your friends, he’s the best-case scenario because he’s so discreet and loyal. God forbid Yelena had been in the car, she would have teased you mercilessly. That said, you’re sure that your wife would have just hung up on you if she’d been in the car.

Wanda sighs before she shakes her head and tries her best to force down her embarrassment. Everyone in the room has had sex before, it wasn’t a big deal.

“You just weren’t paying attention, Y/n.”

You scowl in response, mostly because you can’t argue with your wife, but you simply shake your head before sitting back against the couch with a huff. You glare at Pietro who opens his mouth to speak, but luckily, he takes the hint, and decides to reach for his drink instead. You sigh in defeat again before you reach out for your dog who’s come to sniff around for food.

“You know, I liked it better when we were talking about you, Piet.”

Masterlist

[clockwards]

Have some Gempearl minific bits because I don't think I'll ever write a proper one (although I am writing a longer, weirder, Gem-centric fic)

Gem likes being a deer. She used to say it was because people underestimated her, but those days have long since passed. Her antlers hold her a little taller than Joel's curled horns, something she gleefully thinks about but does not say aloud when he forms hills to be higher - she'd rather blame his mountain goat instincts than listen to his blustering excuses.

They are out of their element with the current base of operations, anyway. Deer need trees to run between, goats need cliffs to scale, but this is a wide, open space. It screams danger on all sides, even with the little walls they'd constructed. None of which was helped by the swathes of people (friends, friends, something caustic and fearful) that gathered around her barn. A piece of her loves it: there is safety in numbers, safety in the herd when they hear the ticking clock. This time more than ever there is a tug of confusion on her heartstrings when they circle her, yellow and aching, mangy wolves around a faun.

The wolves kind of suck at killing her though, so she mostly ignores them.

And in her periphery, Pearl flits. It’s in her nature, as a moth. To circle around a light source and tempt fire, to see a beautiful spot of colour and want to suck it dry. She teases at the edge of her vision, goading death and friendship, pressing at the soft centre of Gem’s back and whispering.

“I want that life, doe. I bet it’d taste delicious.”

She rolls her eyes. “Come take it yourself, my dear.”

Privately, she thinks of the whole ordeal as a particularly bad Disney movie plot. Like Bambi, if his first interaction with the butterflies was to be mildly threatened. She’s generally easy to ward away, a soft shoo-ing off from herself or Scott. Out of earshot, she jokes about needing bug spray, and Joel cackles. Together they are a bright, glowing green and the whole world tastes like pepper and lemongrass under their tongues.

They’ve gotten rather collaborative in the past few hours, the flying trivia game causing people to run screeching for answers. She watches, a genial smile on her face, as Pearl’s alights in her yard.

“Who, oh, who opened the End portal in secret life?”

Gem blinks.

“I don’t know, I don’t know who put the last Eye in, I wasn’t-”

She stops listening. That secret had burnt the nerves from her hand to forehead, that secret made her who she was. It felt like water trickling the wrong way up her arm as she set it in the frame, cracking open a hole in the world and in turn, her body. She’d spent the rest of that life with a numb, twitching shield hand, the spots on her shoulder bright with some odd, false light. She hadn’t even won. She hadn’t won, because-

“I think it was me.”

Her head snaps back to the present. And truly, she could have corrected her. She could have shouted ‘me, me!’ the second the question was asked and saved them both a world of pain. Spite and hope hold her tongue like a hostage, and she finds spite has much better reason. Pearl is laughing nervously as the robot puts the microphone down, and Gem is reassuring her, Watcher knows why. She finds her vision is blurred a little, everything coming in and out of focus, until Joel laughs so hard and loud he bleats a little, calling,

“Gem! Gem, she sounds like a robot! Pearl, talk, say something, come on!”

She’s slapping her hand over her mouth repeatedly as if it will system reset her, words coming out as garbled beeps. She catches Gem’s gaze and speaks louder, as if she could solve this for her.

“You know.” She walks backwards and Pearl follows, beeping askance, gesturing wildly. She grins. “You know, I think we can finally have a conversation like this, Pearly.”

It’s a ridiculous punishment. She cannot help but feel it was hand-picked for her pleasure, though, watching those wings flare out in annoyance with every word.

“You’d do anything for me, I know.”

The frown on her face and bucket of lava in her hand say otherwise, but it’s just too easy to put words in her mouth this way. To hear what she wants to hear. It’s laughable, and pitiful, but her left shoulder aches with phantom pain and she remembered nothing of it.

“Oh, my…my poor red Pearl.” Schooling her expression, she turns to blink consideringly up at her. “When I’m red, and you’re still here…I’m sure we can have some fun. Again”

When she nods eagerly, glitching sounds of joy spilling from her, Gem smiles for real. It’s a promise. It is, maybe, a threat.

*

In the middle of the next (typically chaotic) day, Pearl drifts behind her calling plaintive compliments.

“You’re gorgeous, you’re amazing, Gem, come on,”

“Uh huh.”

“You- you’re like a flower!”

“And you’re a bug,” she snorts, grinding her heel over the freshly shoveled dirt. Pearl sputters, antennae flexing dramatically.

“That, that-” she mutters to herself, before jumping triumphantly, “that means, that we are meant to go together!”

Gem cocks her head to the side, smiling at the ground. From Pearl’s vantage, she's certain the moth cannot see it. It’s silly to be pleased at something like that, and anyway, she’s much too far into her game to give it up now.

“Uh huh, Pearl, if you say so,” she hums, tune ever sweeter with her companion competition’s indignation.

[loonylupinblack3]

Jess Mariano x Reader

Pairing: Jess Mariano x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: it's cold outside and Jess helps you out

Word count: 1.1k

You’d been walking around town for a while now, the chilly night air starting to get to you. You rubbed your arms to get some semblance of warmth as you tried to think of what to do. You didn't want to go home, not with your mother bound to be there. After the vicious fight you two had, you had no longing to be anywhere near her, which unfortunately left you with no place to sleep tonight. You knew you should go back, you knew it would be the smart, reasonable thing to do, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it as you remembered the words your mother had spat at you as she stared at you with revulsion.

Of course you’d had fights with your mother before, but when she wanted she could be particularly cruel, and tonight she had certainly wanted to be cruel. She was pissed at you because you’d failed an important test at school, a failure she said had to do with a certain raven-haired boy currently residing above Luke’s diner. She believed that Jess was a bad influence on you and since you'd refused to stop hanging out with him, your mother sought other ways to convince you he was bad, namely blaming every single failure you had onto him. You were sick of defending him to your mother whenever you made a mistake, and so you had said some things you shouldn’t have, which caused the massive fight to implode, and here you were. Walking around Stars Hollow late on a Tuesday night with nowhere to sleep.

You were about to relent and go home, wondering if you’d be able to sneak into your second story window, when you heard someone call your name.

“Y/n.”

You looked up and found Jess leaning out of his window, staring at you with a slight smirk and smug expression.

“Jess?” you asked in disbelief.

His smirk widened “Y/n. Enjoy your walk?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“Seen you walking around for a while. Cold night for a stroll, don’t you think?”

You let out a huff, crossing your arms as you stared at the boy you were so reluctantly fond of.

“Shut up,” you muttered, though you made sure you were loud enough for him to hear you.

“I’m guessing that means you don’t want to come in for a hot chocolate.”

Your head perked up as you stared at him. “Are you offering?”

Jess rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t very well say it if I wasn’t offering, would I?”

You grinned and walked up to the diner, crossing your arms to savour any warmth you might have while you waited for Jess to come downstairs. How slow could he be? Eventually you saw the diner light up and Jess walk towards the door, his stride leisurely despite the fact you were contracting hypothermia right that second.

Jess did open the door though, and as soon as he did you were inside, as far from the door as possible as you felt your whole body shiver in delight at the change of temperature. Maybe you wouldn’t contract hypothermia after all.

Jess snorted at your reaction and started making the hot chocolate while you trailed behind him, unused to being in the diner when everyone else was gone.

“Where’s Luke?” you asked, eyes darting around the place as if Luke would spawn there any moment.

Jess shrugged, his back to you as he stirred the hot chocolates. “Out at something. Can’t quite remember. He’s not gonna be back till later.”

You raised your eyebrows, checking your watch which said 11:45pm. “When exactly is later?”

Jess shrugged again. “I dunno. Later.”

You rolled your eyes but gratefully accepted the warm cup of hot chocolate he placed into your hands. You took a sip, burning your tongue slightly but you didn’t care. It was nice and warm and you were still so cold after spending most of the night outside with the snow in just a flimsy cardigan.

“You look cold,” Jess observed over his hot chocolate.

“You don’t say?”

Jess placed his mug on the counter. “I’m serious. How long were you out there?”

You checked your watch again. “I don’t know. A few hours? I left just after dinner so…”

Jess didn’t need to ask why. You’d complained enough about your mother that Jess knew when you had a fight it tended to be big, and staying outside while it snowed for hours was a pretty clear sign that whatever happened had been big.

Jess sighed. “You’re an idiot, you know that? Come on, I’ve got blankets upstairs.”

Jess took your hand and you complied, though you brought your hot chocolate with you. When you arrived in Luke and Jess’s tiny apartment, Jess led you to his bed where there were clothes, books, and most importantly, blankets scattered across the area.

You carefully placed you cup on a table and found one of Jess’s jumpers to put on, as well as not one, not two, but three blankets that you wrapped tightly around you. Still, you couldn’t stop the chills racking your body from all your time outside. Jess had sat next to you on his bed and was quietly watching you while you froze away, until he let out a frustrated sigh and tugged you towards him.

“What are you doing-“

You didn’t get to finish before Jess ripped you of every layer you had just wrapped yourself in – minus the jumper – and you squawked in outrage. Jess ignored you, rewrapping both of you in the cocoon of blankets and pulling you closer until your head rested against his chest.

“There,” he said. “Body heat.”

You rolled your eyes but nestled further into his embrace, feeling the delicious heat surround you. The two of you stayed there like that, holding on to one another, until you tilted your head to look up at him.

“Thank you,” you said. “For doing this.”

Jess raised an eyebrow. “Doing what, exactly?”

You shrugged. “Letting me stay over, keeping me warm, the hot chocolate.”

Jess looked at you silently before carefully brushing some hair away from your face. His hand stopped on your face, before a slow smile crept across his face.

“You’re all good,” he said quietly, tugging you closer to him.

You placed your head into the crook of his neck so he couldn’t see you smiling, and slowly, as you listened to the steady beat of Jess’s heart and felt some feeling come back to your fingers and toes, you drifted to sleep, wrapped up in Jess’s embrace.

[starlight-eclipsed]

DPXDC Social Media AU

Fic below!

The video started, the camera focusing on the scene before it. A teenager’s bedroom was shown, decorated with posters of space and model rockets. It was deceptively normal, had it not been for fans pointing out that they weren’t labeled LexCorp, Wayne, or any of the other leading names in aerospace.

“Hey everyone!” The teen in question greeted, smiling at the camera as he waved. “Danny here! Sorry for the radio silence—two of my rogues decided to do a collaboration and kidnapped a bunch of people. My parents grounded me and took all my video games since I kinda trashed a bunch of their equipment saving them, so I finally had enough time to record this. Again, grabbing a smartphone from you guys’ dimension was absolutely the right call. Looking forward to when the ones here will get to that level and I can use mine in public.”

Sitting back in his seat, Danny waved his hands. Papers from around the room were pulled up in the air, showing a variety of news clippings, report cards, and event flyers from the last year. “Sweet, that worked! I know it’s been a year, but I’m still getting used to these powers. Anyway, today’s topic is: secret identities! Specifically how much they can suck sometimes.”

The papers drop as he spins in his chair and folds his arms.

“Okay, so I’m gonna start this by saying I only speak for myself. Your dimension has a ton of other heroes who have all kinds of perspectives on this kind of thing. It’s also not an invitation to start harassing your friends and coworkers if they pull any stunts like the ones I’m gonna talk about. Some people are just flaky, some have other things in their life going on that they don’t want to talk to you about. In the extremely unlikely chance that you’re right and the friend who keeps bailing on you is a vigilante, you should leave that shit alone. No matter how justified you are in getting upset that they don’t have the time for you, trying to expose them can kill not only them, but everyone they want to protect. Don’t do it.”

Clapping his hands Danny tilts his head to listen for something before continuing. “With that out of the way and my whole family leaving the house, let’s get to it. Going ghost!”

A flash of light marks the transformation, revealing Phantom at the end. He adjusts the camera so that he remains in frame as he now floats in his room.

“So if you’re new here, let me run through the basics. When I was fourteen, I died and came back wrong. No, I won’t go into the details—I don’t need any of you getting any ideas. I can appear as human, so me and my two best friends decided to keep it a secret from my parents, who are ghost hunters. The current arrangement is that I go out as Phantom to fight off aggressive ghosts when they attack, and the rest of time I try to lead a somewhat abnormal civilian life.”

“Onto the topic. Now, the main reason people keep their identity secret is so that their enemies can’t use it to hurt them. I…sorta do that? I mean I’d be in a lot of trouble if ghost hunters figured me out, and the government here kinda revoked my human rights so there’s that. But there’s no hiding from other ghosts. Not when we can sense each other. I’m just lucky for the anti-ghost hunter solidarity, it’s probably the only reason my rogues haven’t revealed my human identity to the world.”

He shivered dramatically.

“So, humans. People. Being a superpowered vigilante is all fun and games except when an attack happens during class. I don’t even ask to go to the bathroom anymore, the teachers gave up on stopping me,” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Don’t get me started on how many times I’ve gotten grounded or given extra detentions because I was busy stopping someone from torching a building or possessing someone to ruin their life in creative ways. I can’t just tell them why I wasn’t there, so I either have to act like an idiot who forgot that I have classes to attend or pretend like I was skipping on purpose. Which I was, but not like that, ya know?”

“Another thing! My grades have completely tanked. I used to be a straight A student, I needed to be if I wanted to be an astronaut. But no, I had to go and get myself killed, and now my biology is all messed up so I can’t even qualify for the physical if my grades were good enough. Which they aren’t, because now I spend most of my time brawling whatever ghost of the day. And like, sure. I could do my homework and study in the rest of the time I have that’s not spent sleeping. But that’s exhausting, and honestly I’d rather take the F than spend all my time working.”

He sighed, slumping down a bit in his chair.

“It just sucks. My sister is setting records on her exams, and I’m a few pity-grades away from being held back a year. At least now I can handle most of the regulars by myself, so I’m not dragging my friends down with me. They deserve better.”

Danny opened his mouth to continue, but was cut off by mist escaping his lungs. He groaned, using his telekinesis to put his room back in order (notably cramming his graded assignments behind his dresser) and reaching for the camera.

“That’s my cue. Here’s hoping I can handle whoever’s out there fast enough so I have time to get started on my book report. Over and out.”

The video ended there. For many, that would be the last they’d hear of what was speculated to be the best performance-style LARP series for a while. Fans would start analyzing the footage not in the comments section, which was disabled, but in a separate online forum.

However, there was one place, albeit less well known, that one Danny Phantom would respond in.

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Anonymous said

its good to see yuo posting again, but you looked really stressed. are you ok?

phantompaining

lol no

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metwise said

I completely agree with you on your recent video. Vigilante work is hard; I was lucky when I started out, and I still nearly died many times over. Don’t let your grades get to you, if your school system is anything like this world’s equivalent then it is based heavily on busywork. Next time you’re visiting this world, try looking into online schooling. There should be free resources online you can download and follow along at your own pace to supplement the classes you miss. So long as you score well on tests, you can make up for the homework grades.

phantompaining

oh ill have to look into that, sounds neat. not sure if ill get around to actually studying any of it, but its better than nothing. i cant wait for my earth to catch up with yours, online school sounds so much better

gottabeoakin

Ayo is that Red Robin? Why tf is he takin some kids larp so seriously

implusivefruit

bold words from the deathnote rp acc

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phantompaining

shoutout to my rogues, who beat the shit out of me, dropped some new ghost lore, then backed me up in fighting an army of the undead

also mech suits hurt like hell how does skulker do it

beetletakethewheel

Mech suits shouldn’t hurt??

phantompaining

my parents’ one runs on lifeforce

anyway if i had a dollar for every time i woke up somewhere i didn’t pass out in these last few days i’d have enough money to buy a burger

killmetwise 

How much do your burgers cost

phantompaining

(:

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phantompaining

when the hell did so many supers start following me where are you people coming from

superttk

‘why r there so many heroes’ says the hero on the hero site

01101001-01100011-01110101

its like the only anonymous platform left that doesnt suck

totallynotharleyquinn

Free entertainment <3

phantompaining

ok fair

phantompaining

wait a second

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coalminesinger said

Hello Phantom! I just wanted to check in on you after your last few posts. Did you enjoy your weekend off?

phantompaining

nope lol, technus escaped and I used one of my parents inventions to split myself to try and relax while handling the ghost issue and just made more work for myself

metwise 

#on the plus side my house is now on the beach #just in time for summer

You live in the middle of town???

phantompaining

yea putting it back is gonna be a pain

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phantompaining

ok this is gonna be a heavy one folks. like arkham asylum levels of shit. i just spent the last week with my family convinced i was going insane, and i need to vent

:readmore:

discowinginginging

That really really sucks, and I’m so sorry you had to go through that.

I went through a similar experience (only I was under the influence of a hallucinogenic drug that made me see, hear, and feel the villain in question, who wasn’t actually there). I was lucky enough to be on a team with someone who could read my mind and figure out what was happening, but if you can’t do that the next best thing is figuring out code words with anyone in the know. Obviously it’s not perfect, but some kind of word indicating that you feel like something is very wrong could save you a lot of trouble.

More under the cut.

:readmore:

phantompaining

…that could work? ill have to talk to my friends about it, but it sounds good

#thanks #still cant believe so many of yall are following this

[takenbypeter]

Could you please do Wonka X reader where he has a bad nightmare about the reader leaving, so she comforts him🥹 maybe you can, if you'd like, add that she confessed her love towards him for the first time at those moments. <3

Bad Dreams

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 652

Author’s note: Sorry I took forever with this request. I totally forgot about the confessing of love part, I’m sorry 🫣 I still have your one last request to take care of which I’m currently working on so just keep a look out and thank you for your patience 💕

Willy was acting strange.

Okay, stranger than usual.

You didn’t know what his problem was but ever since the morning he’s been giving you odd side glances, almost as if he pitied you? No, he pitied himself? You didn’t know what it was exactly but all you knew is his eyes held this weird sadness to them, one you’ve only seen a few times.

The whole morning went by like that with him shooting you the curious, sad looks, but still you just let him be.

As the day progressed though, you noticed that Willy became more…touchy.

While he spent that whole morning practically fearful to be near you, now it seemed that he constantly wanted to have a hand attached to your skin at all times.

His hand would start in yours, then he’d raise it, meeting his lips to your skin, and while you did appreciate the little point of contact, you couldn’t help but feel something was wrong because he still held that sad expression.

The day continued on and by the time the evening arrived Willy had upgraded from his hand in yours, to practically snuggling against your chest as you lay down on the shared bed with a book in your hand while your other hand played with his curls.

As you twirled his hair between your fingers you felt his head adjust and peering down, you watch as he yawns, his mouth opened wide for the fifth time in a span of twenty minutes.

“Go to sleep,” you instructed but the chocolatier immediately denied the advice. Initially you let him be but after one more yawn you decided it was time for you to sleep anyway.

Setting the book aside, you tugged the lamp string down to turn the light off. But before you can get too comfortable you feel Willy’s arm reaching over, turning the dimly light back on.

That was it, you waited all day for some sort of explanation for his odd behavior but now you had to get to the bottom of it.

“What’s going on?” You questioned as you pulled yourself away from him.

“I just don’t want to go to sleep,” is all he said, as if that was the reason behind all his actions today.

“And why is that?”

He was silent for a Monet his head tilting from side to side as he appeared to be battling his thoughts until finally, “…I don’t want you to leave.”

Out of all the theories that were encircling your mind, that was surely not one of them.

You sat up, intrigued by his words, leave?, “what are you talking about?”

“Last night I dreamt that you left. Everything was normal, I went to bed and when I woke up you were just gone. But then I woke up! Actually woke up and it was all just a dream but…it felt so real.”

Your facial muscles softened at that. Why would he think you’d actually leave him? You never made any indication of that, at least none that you can think of.

You collect your thoughts and bring yourself back down to meet the boy whose expression suddenly made sense.

“Listen I would never leave you. That’s crazy, you know that right?”

Willy grinned sheepishly, “it just felt really real,” he mumbled out.

“Hey,” you shout garnering his full attention, “I will not leave you. The day I leave you is the day people float.”

A silence filled the room as Willy processed your words. He opened his mouth to counter, knowing that was already a possibility, but you cut him off, “I’m kidding, I know your hoverchocs do that. But I still meant it, I will never leave you.”

You could tell your words at least calmed him a little as his body tension lightened and his downturned eyes lifted a little.

You meant what you said, and he knew that.

[asheli1515]

The Ghosts We Carry || Rafe Cameron - Chapter 1

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a/n: soft!rafe x fem!character (OC)

word count: ~2k

warnings/disclaimers: fluff, angst, familial loss, grief, brief mention of substances (alcohol, drugs, etc.), season 4 plotline (I'm grieving), out-of-character rafe after a while, emotional intimacy, smut is there if you squint, blood, violence, dangerous situations, dual pov

summary: after a reckless night of partying, Rafe Cameron finds himself alone at the beach walking home. During his trek, he bumps into a quiet, mysterious newcomer who seems to see beyond his tough exterior. Despite Rafe's reputation and his defensive attitude, the newcomer refuses to judge him. They strike up an unexpected connection, and soon, their late-night conversations become the highlight of Rafe's days. As their bond deepens, Rafe finds himself torn between his need to prove himself and his new feelings for someone who doesn't want anything from him but the truth. Will Rafe let down his walls and risk everything for love, or will his inner turmoil and need to make something of himself tear them apart?

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VIVIENNE

I found myself on a beach in the town that I would now have to call home, unfamiliar with my surroundings. The night brought a chill I had never felt in my evenings spent in Texas. I felt a nostalgia for something I never thought I would have to, for my old life, my old self. The events that led to this would fundamentally change anyone; I was not the exception. I felt like a shell of the person I once was, haunted by memories that I could never get back. I just couldn’t bear to stay there anymore as all the places I frequented brought up memories that hurt to relive.

It had been 3 months since my brother’s sudden death shook the foundation of my life. He had been my caretaker for most of my life as my father was out of the picture, and my mother had to work several jobs in order to pay rent. He was my solace in this unrelenting world, and suddenly… he was gone. He was driving to my apartment one evening for our weekly dinner. That was until a drunk driver ran a red light and swerved into his car, hitting it head-on. He was pronounced dead on the scene, and I received the call from the police soon after. It felt like it was my fault because he was driving to my apartment. Maybe if we had rescheduled just that one time, he would still be alive.

My whole world was shattered; my older brother, by 2 years, was dead, and I felt as though maybe I had died with him. I have just been going through the motions for the past months as I tried to figure out how I was supposed to live without him. He was only twenty-four and had so much left to offer this world. I don’t think I will ever find it in myself to forgive the driver who killed him, and that alone haunts me. I am not a vengeful person and always believed myself to be forgiving. However, this man was the reason I would never see my brother again, and this caused me to have an anger I had never felt before.

Moving to Kildare was supposed to be a fresh start, but I still found the painful memories following my every step. Tonight was a particularly difficult night, and I needed fresh air. That is the reason I am currently leaning up against a decaying tree trunk admiring the ocean I rarely got to see in Texas. The complete and utter silence of the night was something I needed so desperately, but I also craved human interaction. I’ve barely talked to anyone since moving, as Kildare is very tight-knit and wary of anyone new. This fact is understandable, but I still longed for new relationships. The bleak outlook on this situation made me question my decisions. I couldn’t be alone anymore, but I had no idea how that would change.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of approaching footsteps, which was odd, considering it was around two in the morning. I turned to look and saw a man who looked around my age strolling down the beach. He seemed in no hurry to get anywhere in particular, as his pace was nothing of note. His gaze finally reached me, and his blank face was replaced with a questioning look. It was almost as if the universe heard my pleas for someone, anyone, to talk to because there he was—a stranger that I could hopefully rope into a conversation.

“Hey, you!” I almost shouted at him in an attempt to get his attention. It seemed like he didn’t hear me, though, because I received no response. “Hello? Did you not hear me?” I asked with a genuine curiosity. He stared at me momentarily, almost as if he was calculating his next move.

He then asked a question that nearly made me giggle because of its ridiculousness. I wasn’t sure if I had heard him right because he had just questioned who I was talking to, as if the beach was full of people. “Yes, I’m talking to you. Do you see anyone else near us?” I laughed as I asked him this. “No, I guess I don’t,” he answered straight and to the point. His face again showed a look of calculation as if he was unsure of what to do next.

I found this fact quite endearing and looked for a way to keep the conversation going for as long as possible. I pat the sand next to me to indicate that I wanted him to join me, if only for a moment. When he saw this, he hesitated before finally deciding to take the seat next to me.

As soon as he sat down, I smelled a mix of what I could only assume was alcohol and expensive cologne. This fact did not shock me as I was on the rich side of the island, which they called Figure Eight. I took a moment to look at him as I could not see him before when he was further away. His buzzed haircut complimented him well, and his blue eyes looked like the ocean only mere feet ahead of us. He was wearing a nice polo and some khaki pants that solidified the fact that he had money.

I noticed he was slightly buzzed and seemed focused on the horizon before us. I resolved to let him speak first, so I mirrored his actions and looked out towards the expansive waters. A long time passed before he spoke, but he eventually did.

“Who are you?” he asked, intrigued by what my answer would be. The question didn’t come as a surprise to me as no one in this town knew who I was. “My name is Vivienne Whitlock, and you are?” I questioned back as I was just as eager to learn about the person sitting next to me. He took in my answer and replied, “Rafe Cameron.” He did not elaborate further but had another question ready to ask me before I could say anything.

“Why have I never seen you before?” he inquired. I knew every time I introduced myself to someone, I would have to answer these questions, but that didn’t make it any easier. It was hard to explain why I moved to Kildare without explaining my brother’s passing. It was like reopening the wound; I wasn’t sure if I could do that right now. However, something about this Rafe Cameron character intrigued me, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I still smelled the alcohol on him, and it was clear he had just left a party to head home.

Maybe that is why he decided to walk, as he was clearly still feeling the effects of the drinks he had consumed not long before. I admired him for this fact, and, at that moment, I decided to trust him. I knew I had no information about him besides his name, but at least until this conversation ended, I knew there would be no reason for me to be worried about the person next to me.

“I just moved here from Texas. I needed a fresh start.” I say, hoping that my explanation was enough. He nodded as if understanding the need for a new beginning, something I’m not sure he had the privilege of having. “I see. Any reason why you chose here of all places?” he followed up. I honestly wasn’t sure how to answer this question, but I responded, “There is no particular reason why I chose to move here. I just needed to get away from some bad memories.” My face betrayed me at that moment as tears pricked at my eyes.

I looked away from Rafe, not wanting to cry in front of him as I had just met him. I had no idea what he thought about my reaction as he was silent, and I didn’t dare to look back at him. Suddenly, I felt a hand lay gently on my back, and I jumped slightly at the contact.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just didn’t know what else to do,” he said defensively. I sighed as I replied, “You don’t have to apologize. I just wasn’t expecting that because, if I’m being honest, I haven’t talked to anyone in a while.” I don’t know why I told him this as I swore to myself that who I was back in Texas wouldn’t follow me here.

That was the whole reason for the move, anyway. Yet here I was, explaining my entire life story to someone closer to a stranger than not. I looked back at him, and his expression was hard to gauge. I could have never anticipated what he said next.

“Why is that?” His response was said with an amount of curiosity that shocked me. I thought that after he saw me almost cry, he would immediately get up and leave. He didn’t do that, though, as he remained in place, making it seem like he needed this conversation to continue as much as I did. This reaction confused me as it didn’t seem to fit who he was. He had a rough exterior that seemed like it took people a while to get through. He seemed to almost care about why I was here on the beach this late at night.

“I don’t have anyone anymore. That’s why I am sitting alone on a beach at two in the morning.” I say with a light but sad tone. He seems to absorb and process my words within a few seconds. His response took longer, though, as it was apparent he was trying to find the proper response. “Why is that?” He asked quietly and carefully, as if saying it like that would potentially lessen my anger if that was the response I chose. I stared at the rolling waves as if they would give me support as I answered him. I decided to be honest with him as I would probably never see him again after tonight.

“My brother, Griffin, died a couple of months ago because a drunk driver hit him while he was on his way to my apartment for our weekly dinner,” I responded as a few tears trickled down my face. I wiped my tears and finally gathered the courage to look back at Rafe. His gaze held a sympathy that knocked the breath out of me. It was more emotion than I ever expected from him, and it made me realize that I had been longing for someone to talk to about this for a long time.

“I’m so sorry, Vivienne. That must have been awful.” His voice was sympathetic, just like I expected it to be. I nodded in agreement, and, in that moment, all of the emotions I had been holding in since Griffin’s death came flooding out of me. It was like a dam had opened in my soul because I felt all the pain I had locked away three months ago. Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed quietly, the only other noise being the waves hitting the shore.

“Hey, i-it’s okay. What do I do? What should I do?” Rafe questioned, obviously shocked by the scene that was unfolding before him. Instead of saying anything, I just laid my head on his shoulder because that was all I could do. He stiffened at the contact, his arms suspended above me as he was unsure of the correct response. I eventually felt his arms wrap around me as he relaxed into the hug. I felt some tension leave his body just as it had mine. We stayed like that for a while as it was apparent that the physical contact was needed more than either of us was willing to admit.

Rafe continued to act the opposite of what his demeanor suggested, and I realized he might be just as damaged by his circumstances as I was. That thought comforted me as I noticed the sun peaking above the horizon, indicating the arrival of morning.

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a/n: hey yall! This chapter introduces our main character, yay! Can't wait to continue this story. Please comment and lmk what yall think!! - Ash <3

[quibbs126]

Heya! Can you do Dark Choco Cookie and Cotton Cookie child?

So I originally misread Cotton as Cotton Candy (especially since not everyone includes the Cookie part of the name), and I’m not doing Dark Choco/Cotton, so Dark Choco/Cotton Candy it is

Anyways, this is Bubble Choco Cookie

So Bubble Choco here is somewhere in his teens, and he’s an avid poet. However he does not want anyone to read his poems, and will make sure you don’t touch his poetry journal. They’re mostly edgy or sad and they aren’t the best, but it’s how he expresses himself. He’ll just pull out his journal and pencil at random times and start writing

When he was younger, he used to be a lot more cheerful and bubbly, but as he entered his teen years, he started to act more rebellious and “dark”. He never quite gave up his fashion sense though, with his main changes just being that he wears some darker shades

He is also very fond of chocolate, specifically the aerated kind

Okay I’m gonna be honest, I don’t have much for him other than the poet angle. I just kind of decided to finally start drawing him

I also recognize that he has very little of Dark Choco in his character, as well as design, but that’s in part because of the way I envisioned this ship. For one thing, it’s in Ovenbreak so no Dark Cacao Kingdom here, Dark Choco probably just lives with Cotton Candy, and also, it’s a wholesome ship, their kid doesn’t need that much angst. And he’s a poet instead of a fighter, and if he doesn’t want to fight, I don’t see any reason for Dark Choco to teach him; Cotton Candy doesn’t seem to live in an area that requires much sword fighting or the like

Anyways, on to design stuff

So Bubble Choco is based on aerated chocolate, since it’s like a really light chocolate, and cotton candy is also light (I’m talking weight btw). Also, I’ve eaten this kind of chocolate before (I quite enjoy Aero bars), and I quite like it

I think another name I was considering was Air Choco, since it’s closer to the actual name of the ingredient, but Bubble Choco works better as a name

Aerated chocolate:

So as I said earlier, I kind of made him for the sake of making him and doing more of these, so there wasn’t a super big amount of thought out into him. I do still like how he turned out though

All I really had to go on initially was the poet angle (I didn’t even reread my old notes), and I wasn’t really sure where to go with his personality until I started tweaking his expression. He was also originally going to be a girl but somewhere in development I decided “eh, why not have him be a boy?” and there you have it

I also knew I wanted him to have black poofy hair with things in it. It was originally more of a curved line in between the ends, but I changed it when I looked at Cotton Candy’s hair more. Though I kind of wish I had kept it now. There was also an old concept I mad ages ago that also had that hair, but it was longer. Don’t know why it’s this current length

After doing the hair, I wasn’t really sure what to do with the outfit, and I kind of just made something up as I went. He’s got the poofy ends of his jacket because of the whole “bubble” thing. I wanted to give him more poofy stuff

His colors are brown and light green become the Aero bars I usually see are regular chocolate (brown) and mint (light green). The pink was added to there’d be a little more color variation

As for the thing in his eye, it’s because of Cotton Candy’s heart eyes and me liking to put stuff in the eyes in place of that. Bubble Choco’s eye thing is supposed to be a sort of reference to Dark Choco with his star, though I didn’t bother to curve it out. And as I realize now, the eye I chose is also his missing eye and the star eye of the SoD. I’d like to claim that was intentional, but it wasn’t

And anyways yeah, there you have it. Bubble Choco. Don’t really have much else to say other than I hope you enjoyed him

[eirist]

A Taste of Christmas

TWELVE O'CLOCK

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T

Note: Prompt # 18 – Midnight

ZoNa Holiday 2024 event is currently happening at @zonamievents in Tumblr! We have different themes/prompts for every day of December. Kindly check it and you can share any of your ZoNa works so we can all enjoy them!

I missed ZoNa fluff and ZoNa teasing! I’ve been busy lately since holidays are coming and there are obligatory parties to attend. But I managed to finish one! I do have another for a previous prompt but I wasn’t able to post it in time. Might do it in the next days. Anyway. Enjoy!

Summary: “Guess we have to open it and celebrate Christmas early.”

“Zoro.”

The green-haired man lifted his head up almost immediately. Brown eyes stared at him from the opening of the crow’s nest. He fought the urge to grimace at the fleeting guilty feeling that flashed inside him at the thought she had caught him in the middle of dozing off.

Almost dozing off. Almost being the keyword here.

“What?” He all but snarled at her, a futile attempt to save face. Her mischievous grin tells it all.

“Are you sleeping?” Nami asked teasingly from the nest’s entrance where she was perched at. Her grin turned catty and he was reminded of the moniker attached to her name in her wanted poster. “And right in the middle of your watch?!”

He huffed. “You caught me resting my eyes.” It was a blatant denial. But there is no way in hell that he would let her lord this over him.

Her mouth moved to form an exaggerated ‘oh’ before she pushed herself up and entered the crow’s nest.

She was bundled up in thick winter clothes from head to toe. A deep green bobble hat was on her head coupled with a thick, deep green winter scarf around her neck that he was positively sure belongs to him.

He didn’t bother asking her about it. He knew it was good as gone. Nami had indeed taken the liberty of using some of his winter ensemble recently. Granted that she was the one who bought them (since she usually does the clothes shopping for him and Luffy), but still…

Zoro decided it was not worth bringing it up. Because in a strange twist of fate, he’s pretty sure she’ll find a reason to charge him for giving it back to him. Like a finder’s fee or whatever the hell reason she could think of.

Nami approached him and he noticed that the small puffs of her breath were visible in the night air. It was colder tonight than the previous night. It had been constantly snowing on the island where they are currently moored. It hadn’t been persistent but it was enough to make the temperature drop much lower and even blanketed the whole island in thick, fluffy whiteness much to his other crewmates’ delight.

“Usopp said you’ll take over the whole watch tonight?” The navigator inquired while rubbing both of her arms in an attempt to keep herself warm. Her voice trembled slightly and Zoro can sense how the chill was able to seep down to her very bones making her shiver.

“Yeah… what about it?”

“Damn it. Didn’t Franky install a heater here or something?” She complained, looking around the room before she plopped down beside him, brashly shoving her body beside his in an effort to get warmer.

Zoro raised an eyebrow as her body suddenly settled beside him, almost him toppling to the floor. It wasn’t like he was unprepared for it. But Nami placed all her weight on him the moment she decided to sit beside him.

“Hey!”

“S-sorry!”

“You’re not exactly that light!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“I mean don’t put all your weight on me like that all of a sudden!”

“But it so cold Zoro!”

“Troublesome woman!” Zoro muttered even as he adjusted their position so Nami was now pressed against his side and tucked snugly under his arm. “Why did you even went up here in the first place knowing it’s cold?!”

She hummed appreciatively at the gesture and snuggled closer to him. Zoro refused to look at her face knowing what he’ll see on it.

That blasted cheeky grin that he had actually come to like.

“I went to check on you.” Nami said almost breathlessly. She shuddered again and Zoro let out a sigh before drawing her closer to him as his hand rubbed at her arm up and down in a soothing manner.

“You don’t need to do that.”

“I went here to see if you are sleeping on your watch and you are.” Nami whispered, tilting her head up at him so she can look at his face. Her breath ghosted at his jaw and Zoro fought the urge to quiver from its coldness or from… something else.

“I am not sleeping!”

“I beg to differ.” Nami said with a sniff.

“You’re gonna catch a cold here.” Zoro said matter-of-factly.

“Uuh… I don’t wanna get sick!”

“Then just go back down to your room.” He suggested when she sniffled again.

Nami rolled her eyes. He did have a point and Zoro knew he got this round.

“Fine,” she reluctantly agreed. The cold was making it harder for her to quarrel and be obstinate with him. “I actually went up to give you this.” She pulled out a bottle of sake from inside her winter jacket. “Since you’re on watch the whole night tonight, thought you could use some company.”

The grin on his face was unrivaled. He took the bottle from her almost immediately.

“Consider it an early Christmas present.”

His expression faltered and he narrowed his eye at her at that. “Really? And how much is this present gonna cost me?”

Nami shrugged her shoulders. “Nothing much.”

“Uh-huh…” he intoned still not believing that this favor doesn’t come with a price.

The orange-haired woman pouted at his reaction. Then she snickered.

Zoro knows her too well.

“It’s midnight already and technically that means it’s Christmas eve,” Nami explained in a mock serious tone. “So that means you’ve got errands to do later just like the rest of us in preparation for our party!”

Zoro cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Which means no sleeping all day to escape your chores!”

“I knew this sake favor was too good to be true!”

“You bet your ass,” Nami nodded approvingly at his remark. Her gloved finger bopped his nose lightly. “So that means when I wake you up to go to the market and shop, you will wake up and go to the market and shop with me!”

The swordsman stared incredulously at her. “Need I remind you that I’m covering the entire night watch?” He drawled not really amused where this was all going. “That means I’ll be up until morning.”

“Oh please,” Nami rolled her brown orbs exaggeratedly to emphasize that she’s not buying his excuse. “We both know you’ll be sleeping once you get enough sake in your system and had a few good reps of your training.”

That pulled out a laugh from him. He smirked at how she accurate her assumption was. That was what he was actually planning to do from midnight onwards—get some winter training done while on night watch with some alcohol on the side.

Nami knows him too well.

“Alright,” he agreed easily that it earned a look of astonishment from Nami.

“Alright?” The mapmaker repeated as if she hadn’t heard it correctly.

Zoro smirked. “Alright. Consider that your Christmas gift.”

“Zoro!”

He chuckled at her pouting expression. She knew he was just pulling her leg. Hell will break loose if Nami didn’t get a present from him. She made sure that he has one for her.

And Zoro knows there are just some things he just have to give in for the sake of sanity.

Nami was shaking her head as she pushed away from his embrace. He looked at her questioningly.

“I’m gonna freeze my ass off here Zoro if I stay anymore,” she complained petulantly. “It’s really cold. I don’t know how you can stay here!”

“It’s a state of mind.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She agreed with a nod. “All in the mind.” She blew at her bangs exasperatedly. “Just don’t try any winter night swimming or any of that weird training shit you usually come up with ok?”

“No promises.”

She glared at him. “Or I’ll be taking that sake with me.” She threatened in sickly sweet tone.

“Fine!” Zoro grumbled as he pushed the bottle away and out of her reach.

“Good! I’m going down now. I can’t feel my face anymore.” Nami said as she pushed herself on her knees to stand up.

She hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and pressing her lips against his.

“Good night Zoro,” she murmured, a small smile gracing her lips.

Zoro was looking at her intensely. “You are cold,” he muttered lowly before he leaned closer and captured her lips with his.

If this was his way of warming her up, then she had no complaints.

The green-haired man was smiling easily when he pulled away; thumb brushing against her cold cheek. His brows furrowed slightly before saying, “You taste like hot chocolate.”

Nami laughed. She knew he didn’t like sweets and all. But she did have a hot chocolate drink with marshmallows on top care of the blond cook before climbing up the crow’s nest.

“My bad,” she murmured. “Well in my defense, the sake wasn’t opened yet.”

Zoro laughed at that.

“Guess we have to open it and celebrate Christmas early.”

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Wait for your love.

Content Warnings: mentions of drinking, drug use,

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Y/N: “Let me explain something about the whole….‘America’s Sweetest Girl’ bullshit”

“The only reason people called me that was because how I dressed and how my voice sounded.”

“It’s stupid but…it stuck.”

“Teddy said it was a good way to brand myself, that it would make me more…appealing to people.”

“Guess he didn’t want me having the same reputation that the band did. Unfortunately for him, that image of ‘America’s Sweetest Girl’ was out of the window.”

Daisy: “The pictures of y/n from that night were in every tabloid the next day.”

“Everyone saw how ‘America’s Sweetheart’ was drunk and high out of her mind.”

“Honestly….I was proud of her.”

“I was so sick of her pretending to be someone she wasn’t.”

“But not many people liked that”

Y/N: “It felt so…so freeing. I always had to keep this image up of being a ‘good girl’ and that just— wasn’t me.”

“I mean, I thought it wasn’t me. I didn’t want it to be me.”

“I wanted to be like everyone else. I wanted to party and not worry about being photographed.”

“And it’s not like I didn’t party, I did. But when I did, Teddy would lecture me as if I was a child.”

She sighs. “I mean…he wasn’t completely wrong for treating me like one.”

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It had been two days since the New Year’s Eve scandal.

You and Billy are both sitting at a table across from Teddy In front of them is a magazine with the picture of you hanging out of a window with Billy standing above you with a guitar. Both of you look high and drunk out of your minds.

“Well, one of you better speak up now and explain this.” Teddy says, leaning back in his chair, glaring at both of you.

You cross your arms and huff. “Should I explain or you?”

Billy sighs, running a hand over his face. “I will, you were the one hanging out a window looking like a fool.” he mumbles, glancing at you.

You scoffs and roll your eyes. “You’re the one who was smoking a blunt and had a guitar slung around his shoulders asshat…” you mumble.

Billy glances at you, rolling his eyes. He puts a cigarette between his lips, lighting it. “Watch your damn mouth, doll..”

Teddy sighed, clearly becoming frustrated with both of you arguing. “For gods sake, you two. Just explain to me how you both end up in front of a damn window practically making out for everyone to see?”

You huff again, leaning back in your chair. “We got in a fight, got high, got drunk, and then…” you motion to the magazine. “That happened”

Billy laughs, taking the cigarette out of his mouth before he leans back in his chair as he looks at you. “You got pretty damn high that’s for sure. I don’t think I’ve seen you that high in my life, doll..” He says, putting special emphasis on the nickname.

Teddy groans, rubbing his forehead as if you two were giving him a headache, but you were 100% sure you were. “And you two just decided to forget cameras exist?”

You shrug in response, not entirely sure with what to say.

Billy sighs, taking another drag of his cigarette. “Oh, come on, Teddy. What’s the big deal? So what if we got on the cover page of a tabloid, who cares?”

Teddy scoffs.”Who cares? Who- who cares?” he says, going into his drawer and grabbing 4 more

magazines.

“Y/N is who should care.” he says slamming all the magazines on the desk.

You grab two of the magazines and read the headlines.

‘America’s Sweetheart or an All-American Bitch?’

‘America’s Golden Girl Gone Wild!”

“Are people really saying this stuff about me?”

Billy sighs and grabs one of the magazines, staring at the headline that’s on the cover with the photo.

He groans, running a hand over his face.“God damnit..” He mumbles under his breath before looking at you. “It’s just a couple magazines, doll. I’m sure it’s not that bad..”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one they’re antagonizing!”

Billy laughs, shaking his head at your yelling. “Calm down, princess. I’m sure it’s not that bad. Besides, you knew what you were doing when you got high and practically threw yourself on me.” He retorted, rolling his eyes at you.

“I didn’t know what I was doing asshole, you got me high out of my fucking mind!”

“And how is that my fault, princess? I didn’t force the joint in your mouth and make you take a hit.” Billy retorted, leaning back in his chair as he put the cigarette back in his mouth.

Teddy groaned, rubbing his forehead as you two continued arguing. “Oh, Jesus Christ, you two..”

“No…maybe you didn’t…but you are the one that pulled out a bag of coke, asshole”

Billy laughs dryly, shaking his head again. “Again, Princess. I didn’t force that damn cocaine up your nose. You did that yourself, not that I cared. You looked damn gorgeous doing it, might I add.” He mumbled that last part under his breath.

You groan in frustration, putting your hands over your head.

“Teddy, how bad is the damage”

Teddy sighs, rubbing his forehead once more. “There’s been quite a bit of backlash from these articles. People are calling you a slut and saying how you used to be so much better.” He mumbles.

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Y/N: “Everyone was calling me a slut. They were calling me names but they didn’t say shit about Billy.”

“I wish I had done things different, but during that time, I couldn’t. My whole brand was being this sweetheart that everyone loved. And the minute I fucked up, everyone started calling me a slut.”

“If I wanted to keep my career, I had to rebrand. I had literally no choice.”

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“What do we— what do I do? I need…like damage control right?”

“We’re gonna have to do some kind of damage control. I’m getting calls left and right. The band’s PR team are currently working on everything. It’s just a matter of time ‘til it blows over.”

You shake your head. “No…no but that’s for the band. I’m not apart of the band. I’m categorized as my own artist. What do I do?”

Teddy sighs, running a hand over his forehead again. “We’re working on damage control for you too. The PR team for you is working on the same plan. It’s gonna be alright. Again, it might just take a bit of time, but hopefully it’ll blow over in a matter of weeks..”

“And what if it doesn’t? What happens then? I just…lose everything I’ve worked for?”

Teddy sighed, he hated having to be the bearer of bad news sometimes.

“Well, if it doesn’t blow over, there’s a possibility that your career will be badly affected. The backlash might also become worse at that point. Hopefully it won’t, but we need to be prepared if that outcome comes to light.”

You put your head in your hands, you kept thinking of how stupid you had to be to mess up this bad.

Then you had an idea.

“Rebrand…What about a rebrand?” you say, picking your head up.

Teddy seemed somewhat confused at your idea, but interested to see where you were going with this.

“What do you mean by a ‘rebrand’? Like an image change?”

You nod your head. “We play into what they’re saying, just like how we played into the ‘America’s Sweetheart’ bullshit. I’ll write a new album, a rock one, for real this time.”

“You know what this means right? You have to write and produce one as fast as you can.”

“I can do it. Please Teddy, trust me on this.”

Teddy ponders for a moment.

“You think this will work?”

“It has to. Please Teddy.”

Teddy sighs, he could never say no to you. “Alright fine, but you’ll have to be working around the clock. Can you handle that?”

You nod your head. “I won’t let you down.”

Teddy huffs before nodding. “Alright, I’m putting my faith into you. But be aware, there’s no room for error with this. One screw up and it’s all down the drain.”

“I understand.”

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Y/N: “I definitely struggled writing a few songs on the album. I mean…I was trying to write, compose, and produce a single album in under 3 weeks.”

“But it was fun to write some of the songs.”

“There was this one in particular…”

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You were in your apartment, for once. Billy was with you too.

Sitting at your piano, you were attempting to write one of the songs for the new album. But you just couldn’t. You groaned and slammed your hands and head on the piano.

Billy looked up from where he had been sitting on the couch, he’d been there for hours already as he watched you try and work on your songs. He sighs, standing up and walking over to you.

“What’re you stuck on now, doll?”

You groan. “This song…it’s stupid.”

Billy laughs, coming from behind and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Maybe it’s not the song that’s stupid, maybe it’s the songwriter who’s trying to finish in like 3 damn weeks.” He teased.

“Why can‘t songs write themselves…”

Billy rolled his eyes playfully as he rested his hands on your shoulders and started massaging them, hoping to help you relax a bit.

“It would make life a hell of a lot easier, I’ll give you that.” He mumbled.

You rest your head on his hand and look up at him. “Aren’t you a gentleman”

Billy laughs and leans down, kissing your forehead. “Only for you, doll.” He mumbled in your ear, continuing to massage your shoulders.

“Mm…I know…” you say, gazing down at the piano keys.

And almost like magic, your hands begin to play, and you start to hum a tune.

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Y/N: “Billy and I definitely had our moments…but when we weren’t fighting, everything seemed right. He was just…perfect.”

She chuckles.

“I mean…I wrote “Slut!” is less than an hour. I don’t think I could’ve done it without him…”

the long awaited new chapter is done!! honestly i can’t believe it’s done, but hey, the minute i put on the right song the chapter basically writes itself! thank you so so so much for being patient with this part, i haven’t been in the best mental state, but writing is definitely helping me :) hope u guys enjoyed this chapter as much as i enjoyed writing it <3 (especially the little bit of billy fluff at the end :))

[jisunghannie]

Loser 4

PAIRING: Bangchan x fem!reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of jagi/jagiya, mentions of Chan’s (FINE) accent, Dom!Chan x Sub!Reader, dirty-talk, praise, oral sex (fem!receive), teasing, LOTS of foreplay, light spanking, mentions and light actions of a second/multiple rounds

SUMMARY: Chan starts to regret his decision about the bet with his members about who would win DDD. He then saw you and thought you would gladly help him, which he was right about.

WORD COUNT: 2,084

A/N:

So sorry this took so long to release! I've been having the biggest writing block and will try to finish posting these. I am definitely feeling more of my angst stories so stay updated to see my sad angst stories!

DDD MASTERLIST

Chan had proposed the idea but deep down inside somewhere he knew that he was going to lose. When he had heard that Changbin had lost, he knew it was over since Minho was going to lose and Hyunjin was in a hit or miss situation. It was something that he took seriously. Especially because he wanted to take you to a romantic getaway. He was nervous that it wouldn’t work out though just because he might’ve lost.

He was completely panicked and didn’t know what to do. Then he remembered that he hadn’t completed his daily task. It was seriously becoming tedious for him. He felt more exhausted these days. The more he thought about it the more that he dreaded getting to the task at hand.

Just while he was deep in thought he heard the door open. He didn’t pay any mind, thinking it was one of his members until he heard you.

“Jagiya, is everything okay?” You asked him as he looked up at you. He noticed your damp hair. “Did you already shower?” He asked as you noticed his tired Australian accent pick up. You chuckled at hearing his tired tone of voice. “You sound so tired Channie. Are you alright?” You asked him as you ran your fingers through his hair. He moved his head up to your hand, similar to a cat as you smiled at the adorable gesture.

“I’m fine, just a bit stressed about the whole situation.” You looked at him confused, “What do you mean Channie?” You asked as he looked up at you with his sleepy eyes. “I regret making that bet because to be honest, I don’t think us hyungs would win. I think the Maknae might win this time around.” He admitted as you smiled at him and kissed his forehead. “It’s okay Channie, you tried your best and that’s all that matters. Okay?” You tried to reason with him as he nodded reluctantly. You still felt bad though.

“How far are you for today?” You asked him as he shook his head, “It’s hopeless.” He said as you cupped his cheeks. “How far?” You asked again as he blushed lightly, “Only 19 times…” He said as your eyes widened, letting go of his face. “Yeah you are so screwed, we have 2 hours until midnight and your endurance level is too high to cum another 4 times in 2 hours.” You told him as he sighed, “Until next year.” He said as you looked at him. “Unless,” You said as he looked up. “You can promise me that you’ll try your best to cum as quickly as you can.” You told him as he smirked, “I promise I can jagi…” He said in a low voice, almost growling, his accent didn’t make it any better.

You went crazy hearing his accent mixed with his current flirty tone. You looked at him again, using your body as an allure to get his drive up because he was definitely getting yours up.

“I thought I told you not to use that kind of tone with me.” You said, your cheeks dusted pink. He just chuckled simply. “I know, I know. But how can I not use it when a literal goddess stands before me.” He said, holding your hand. You smiled at him. “Oh shush you tease.” You told him as he chuckled.

You were only in a bathrobe as he was in a big shirt with the sleeves cut, revealing his broad shoulders and big arms, he wore baggy sweats so if he had an erection you couldn’t tell. You tried not to think about it as you sat on the bed. “How do you want us to do it this time? Mutual masturbation? Me jerking you off? Actual s-” You were cut off by Chan’s bold kiss.

“Just stop talking, talk to me with your body jagiya…” He said desperately kissing your neck earning noises from you. You were surprised by his actions. You didn’t know that Chan could become such a way around you. It was kind of exhilarating. You were so caught up in the moment and in your thoughts that you didn’t even feel Chan undo your bathrobe ribbon and pull it off, dropping it to the floor.

“Channie-” You were cut off again but this time it was by Chan giving you a light spank causing you to cover your mouth. “I told you to speak to me with your body jagi…” He said as you continued to let your hand cover your mouth. You were surprised because Chan never acted this way. The way he behaved was completely different. Usually he was so much more gentle and more vanilla but he was way more enticing and demanding. You just obeyed him as you knew how much winning this competition meant to him. It was definitely something to be interested in.

“Channie, this is certainly new for you especially.” You said as he just gave a deep chuckle.

God you can hear the growl in his chuckle.

You were smiling ear to ear from hearing his chuckle. “Jagiya, you really are trying to test me right now aren’t you?” He said as you smirked to him, “What if I am?” You asked as he pulled you into a kiss. “Then you’re doing a great job jagiya…” He said breathlessly, as he continued to kiss your neck, leaving marks everywhere and soon slipped off your bathrobe.

He saw your delicate body and felt so lucky that this was a sight all for him. He was speechless as he kissed your inner thighs. “I’m so lucky…” He said, his nose touching your thigh, nearing your core. You squealed quietly and squirmed over him as he smiled at your reaction. It was definitely a sight he loved but it was something new.

He placed you on top of his face. You were literally sitting on his face. Nervous about this you stood up slightly and hovered over his face. He then placed you back down to sit on his face once again. “Channie-” You were cut off again. “It’s okay y/n, I want you to sit on my face please..?” He begged as you blushed and relaxed a bit but he knew you were holding back so he held onto your thighs and placed your body on his face as he began to use his tongue before you could let out a sentence.

You covered your mouth in an attempt to muffle your moans. Chan didn’t like that however so he proceeded to use his fingers to stimulate you even further. That made you move your hips wanting more friction between you guys. You blushed looking down and seeing Chan eat you out. It was the hottest thing ever. But you knew that at this rate you would cum soon so you just waited to see what Chan would do. However you never expected what to come next.

Chan used one of his hands and began to insert his fingers inside, his other hand he used to play with your clit, as he teased your entrance with his tongue. You let out the most muffled, yet loud moan ever. Hell, Chan wasn’t even expecting it. He knew that you were feeling good but you reacting like that made him feel proud, in more than one.

You didn’t want to let him hear you like this but no matter how many times you tried not to moan out loud he felt as if he needed to make you moan even louder. He was definitely pussy drunk right now but it didn’t make a difference to you. You were surprised by what he did next however.

He lifted you up and moved you on his chest. He traced his fingers against your bare back. You shivered by how it caused chills down your spine.

“You want it inside?” He asked bluntly as you nodded. You cared less about being bratty at the moment. “Use your words.” He told you as you whined. First, he wanted you to speak with your body and now your words? He was complicated. “Yes…” You replied as he smirked and massaged your ass. “Yes what?” He teased as you gritted your teeth. “Yes… I want it inside…” You finally spoke out as he smirked.

You tried to move off him as he moved you back. He placed your body on his hips. “Show me just how much you want me then.” He told you as you smirked and slowly reached down to his pants. He was so going to regret this.

You kissed his bulge through his boxers as he growled. “Stop teasing.” He said as you just smirked. You then took off his boxers and lined yourself up to him. As you tried to go down slowly, he growled again as you giggled not expecting any of the events that happened next. He then grabbed your hips and pushed you down as you let out a loud moan. He smiled at your reaction, your body tensing up from the sudden action. He then began to thrust up causing you to throw your hands on your mouth not knowing if the others were still in the living room and could hear you guys.

“Just let those noises out, let them know that I’m going to be winning this challenge.” He said as you shook your head. He smirked as he pulled your wrists back as you bit your lower lip to muffle out your moans.

While he thought it was so cute, you found it humiliating to think that the other members could probably hear you guys through the thin walls of the shared house. He then began to get hungrier for your moans and put you on all fours. “You might wanna hold onto the sheets,” He warned, “You won’t be able to stop shaking.” He said as he began to thrust deeply into you, hitting all the right spots.

You gave in and moaned into the mattress clutching to the sheets for dear life as his lips touched your back and nape which soon found their way to your ears, his hot breath touching your ear as you heard him give you a light chuckle. “Told you didn’t I?” He said with that damn accent of his.

He then felt you clench around him with his words as he smirked, “I make you feel that good don’t I?” He asked you as you nodded, “Use your words jagi…” He said, his voice straining at the end, revealing that he was close too. “Yes… God yes…” You said simply as he smiled and pulled you in for a kiss. One more thrust was all it took for you to reach your climax as the intense foreplay already brought you to the edge. After you came, he pulled out and came on your back.

“God jagiya you’re perfect…” He praised as he pulled you in for another kiss. “I still have so many more to finish in order to beat the challenge.” He said as you looked at the time. “Yeah… and you are all out of time to complete it…” You said breathless as he looked at the time. “And? We still can, right?” He asked with his accent, knowing that you wouldn’t refuse him like that. Which he was right as you gave in.

He then wiped himself clean to make sure that none of his cum would get inside as he lined up with your entrance. “Wait! I’m still-” You were cut off his thrust inside, your body still sensitive came around him the minute he thrusted inside as he looked shocked. “Did you just-” You cut him off, “Yes! I was trying to tell you that I was still sensitive…” You said as he chuckled. “You are so cute.” He said as he kissed your breasts. “Let me know when I can go again.” He said.

The next morning you were regretting your decision because you couldn’t walk the next day because you guys had practically pulled an all-nighter finishing all his rounds.

Jinnie: Chan lost.

LK: Whattt how?

Jinnie: I woke up early and still heard him and y/n going since last night.

Yongbokkie: Holy, is y/n okay?

Binnie: Doubt it

Minnie: Chan is such a needy guy.

Hannie: Goodness

Jinnie: Right.

Channie: Go back to sleep and stop talking about me!!

I.Nnie: Then there were 4…

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[girldragongizzard]

Chapter 6: Holes

Getting back into my apartment is actually not all that hard, since it has a big hole in it.

The silly part to me is that I have to take the stairs down to the ground floor, open the front door to the building, and then go outside just to see it. And then, in order to get the altitude to fly to it, I have to treat one of the streets as a runway and do a couple of loops when I clear the lowest buildings. I want to be able to slowly glide in to land in the hole, with as much control as possible, so I want to start higher than it.

Still easy enough, just tedious.

The traffic is light enough today that I can do this. I might have to try climbing during rush hour.

And there’s tape and a sheet of plastic across the hole, but I don’t care about that.

I do note that the businesses that are directly below my apartment are closed for the day, with that sidewalk cordoned off for safety. But my coffee shop is still open.

I do really want people to know that this is all Whitman’s fault.

But tearing through the plastic and yellow tape to enter my apartment does give me a tiny little taste of what it must have felt like for Whitman to crash through a brick fucking wall.

I want to argue with the physics of that feat, but I can breathe fire, and we’re both physically dragons. There are things at work here that were not taught about in high school or college science classes. Or any classes at all, I imagine. None that I took.

My skeletal structure alone is something that biologists will want to study intently at some point. If I let them.

My apartment is even more of a wreck than it was when I left it. The landlord and anybody else that they let in had apparently cleared a pathway to the hole by just shoving debris to the side, piling it on my belongings without any care. They didn’t touch or ransack anything else, but this obvious disregard for a bunch of things I was probably going to have to discard anyway still feels like as much of a violation of my space as the damage done by Whitman.

I hate it.

And I spend a few seconds hating it some more before I crawl to the bathroom.

I’ll spare you a description of what I have to do in the bathroom to use the toilet, though. It’s undignified and you’re probably imagining it just fine anyway.

Suffice it to say, while I can fit in there, I can never get a full view of myself in the mirror. I have to use dark shop windows on the street for that, and I’m pretty eager to get a selfie somehow, or get somebody to do a whole set of boudoir photos of me. That would be both funny and really cool to look at. Especially if my boudoir is my living room in its current state.

Anyway, despite all the damage, I’m starting to feel a lot more relaxed now that I’m in my own place. And while I’m still on the toilet, I find myself singing and practicing noises again.

I even keep it up when I go to eat the rest of what’s in my fridge.

One of the really cool things about my new anatomy is that I can breathe and make noises while my mouth and throat are full of a quarter pound of deli ham.

I’ve found I literally can’t eat as often as a human does. Because of how my hunger and digestion works, I have to gorge myself every couple of days if I’m active, it seems. But, I very clearly eat more than a typical person, and that worries me. I can’t exactly afford it.

Also, what does it mean in terms of my future development as a dragon?

If I manage to keep eating this much, is it because my body just needs this many calories to do what it does? Or am I growing?

And thinking about that then raises the question of what my expected lifespan is now, if I don’t get eaten by someone like Whitman.

I just really don’t know. There’s no precedent for any of this, and no experts. Just a bunch of myths that seem reasonably accurate so far because they describe such a broad swath of possibilities that you could make the case that a white tailed hare is a kind of dragon if you wanted to.

And on that note, once I’m done eating, I crawl over to the hole in my apartment and lie down there with my foreclaws and snout poking out into the outer world to rest and start digesting my food. And I fall quiet for a bit.

I actually kind of like this, and wonder if I could convince the landlords to let me keep it. I’m not really serious about the thought, because I still agree with Rhoda that I should move somewhere more secure and less potentially harmful to any neighbors I might have. I like living downtown, and this hole in the wall apartment would be perfect for me now. But if I’m going to be occasionally attracting challengers like yesterday, it’s just not safe or practical.

I do wonder, though, when I move how am I going to move all of my stuff?

Besides Rhoda, Chapman, and the baristas of my coffee shop, I don’t really have a group of friends who I could call on to help me move. And, on my SSI, I can’t afford a moving company.

I could try to crowdfund a few hundred dollars for a move, but then I’ve got to be careful it doesn’t go over the $2,000 limit for SSI qualification. But if I move into a care, at least I won’t need rent and utilities, and all I’ll need to worry about is food, phone, and… healthcare?

Who am I going to go to for healthcare?

A vet, probably. Shit. That’s not covered by Medicare.

This line of thought is just full of so many depressing realizations and –

Hey! There’s another dragon!

There’s another dragon flying across the bay, and it’s not Whitman!

Before I can stop myself, I’m rumbling. The rubble and dust on either side of me vibrates, and particles dance right off the edge of the hole in the wall and fall to the sidewalk below.

I lift my head to track their flight path, and feel this sneeze-like urge to squawk and rattle at them. It’s so hard to hold it back, and I might be revising some of my thoughts on instincts. But, dammit, I’m holding it in.

Since midday yesterday, my life has just been this non-stop sequence of mini-disasters, and I don’t need another one right now. Couldn’t that dragon just fuck off? I need them to go away so fast. They need to get out of my eyesight. It’s way too early in the morning for this shit.

Maybe if I go down to the coffee shop and hang out there I won’t need to see this kind of thing.

Fuck ‘em.

“rrrrrRRRRRRAWOWAAAK!!! NOKNOKNOKNOKNOK!!!!”

Shit.

And here comes another –

“GRAAAAK NOKNOKNOK!!!”

And I’m relieved just like I’d sneezed.

A cry comes back that sounds so canned, so much like a famous scream, I decide to name that dragon Wilhelm.

But they keep flying, and even seem to veer away from me. My movement focused eyesight does a great job of catching that subtly. And honestly, it’s critical when doing things like flying right into a wooded park, like I did yesterday.

I feel myself relaxing, but then I see some people on the street pointing up at me. My head twitches to put them in the center of my sight.

They wave cheerfully.

Cool.

I feel kind of proud, so I let myself puff up my chest. It’s not as impressive as it would be if I had feathers to fluff or a dewlap to inflate as well, but I don’t really care.

My emotions are just so strong today, and now that I’ve fought off two dragons, or scared them away, it’s hard not to feel possessive of my space and confident that I can keep it just fine. I’m still telling myself I eventually need to move. But I’m no longer ruminating on how or when to do it.

So I find myself sitting here for some time before I consider doing something else. I don’t really know how much time passes.

I watch some birds fly by. Some crows. A bunch of seagulls. And the seagulls look like something I might be able to catch and eat.

And then there’s a knock at my door.

At first, I’m startled and think of the police. But then I remember that I left Rhoda’s apartment without mentioning where I was going or leaving a note. Because, mostly, I didn’t have a good way of doing either without waking her up.

But after I get myself to the door to answer it, I remember that it’s locked and I look forlornly at the lock switch on the knob.

I can manage the deadbolt, but I can’t manage that little thing.

I make the classic ringtone noise loudly enough I think it can be heard through the door, then wander back to the hole. That should let her know that I’m in here, at least. And confuse anybody else that it might be. And if the door remains locked, maybe she’ll figure out how I got in.

I hear the doorknob rattle just a little, and then nothing.

I’m hopeful.

In the meantime, I don’t see any other dragons flying about, and I’m thinking I might be ready to visit the rest of my territory, such as it is.

And before too long, Rhoda walks out to the empty parking space just below my apartment and waves up at me.

I do a short chirp of the ring tone, and launch myself from the hole, gliding out to land in the parking lot across the street, landing in a row between the cars. It’s pretty easy to turn and walk toward Rhoda from there.

“Has anyone told you that you’re loud as fuck, Meg?” Rhoda asks once we’re in reasonable earshot of each other.

I lift my head and give her the smuggest cat smile.

I can’t help it, I’m feeling proud of how loud I am today. It’s saved me from another fight, the way I’m seeing it at the moment. Please don’t tell me otherwise.

“I don’t suppose you’ve read or heard the news yet,” she says.

I turn my head.

“Well, you and that other one definitely are not the only dragons that are out now,” she reports. “It’s a worldwide phenomenon, and most people are taking it in stride. The anchors I listened to were reporting it like it’s the latest step forward in civil rights or something, or a fashion trend. But, oh, there are some people who are just mad as hell about it!”

I grunt and stomp a foot.

“Let’s go get coffee and I’ll fill you in,” she suggests, so we do that.

It’s the Kims behind the counter today. Or Kim and Kimberly. And they’re delighted to see me, if a bit grumpy about the sudden construction site next door. Then, as Rhoda is placing our orders and insisting on paying for them, Kim thinks to ask if it was my apartment that exploded.

I look at Rhoda.

Rhoda explains, “We were cleaning up Meg’s apartment when –”

“Oh!” Kim exclaims, looking at me. “Your name is Meg now? Cool! I love it!”

I cat smile, full of giddy feelings at recognition, and Rhoda smiles up at me, too.

Then she continues, “We were tiding up and Meg was telling me about meeting Chapman, when another dragon attacked and broke right through that brick wall to challenge Meg. It was a whole mess.”

“People’ve been saying that,” Kimberly says.

“Yeah, but they didn’t say it was her apartment,” Kim looks back and points at me with her thumb.

Kimberly shrugs, “I just kinda figured.”

Kim turns back to Rhoda, brow furrowed, and asks, “You weren’t hurt, were you?”

“Ha!” Rhoda barks a laugh. “I’m going to need some extra heavy counseling from the police visit later that night, but no. No, I’m fine.”

“Ugh! I wish cops would just fuck off forever,” Kimberly huffs, and then takes the order slip from Kim and turns to start making drinks.

I was just going to go for a big cup of drip, but Rhoda has ordered me another mocha.

“It sucks you’re going to have to move,” Kim says to me. “Or, is the landlord going to give you a temporary lodging while they fix your place? Aren’t they legally required to?” She squints back to Kimberly.

“This is all new territory,” Rhoda says. Then she turns to me and says, “I’m sorry. I’m going to say what I think is the truth.”

I bow my head in acknowledgement. But I don’t really want to. I’m trying to think of ways I can stay in my apartment, even and including fully draconic methods for making sure it’s known I’m not leaving. But, I know I’m going to have to.

Rhoda turns to the Kims and explains, “If a dragon can break through a brick wall like that, and fights like that are at all likely, none of them can be staying in buildings with humans. It’s just not going to work out well for anyone. Even if the management agree to keep Meg in the building, she’s going to want a place that’s more secure. Like a cave. For her own sake.”

I bow my head again.

“Oh, that sucks. But I guess that makes sense,” Kim says.

“It’s hard,” Rhoda says. “The news says that statistically there could be anywhere from fifty to a hundred dragons in our own city alone. And I can’t believe there are that many suitable caves in the county. Though, I wouldn’t know.”

Eyes wide, both Kims say, “That’s a lot!”

“Jinx!” Kimberly says.

“Eh,” Kim responds. Then repeats, “That’s a lot.”

“Just zero point one percent of the human population, if that,” Rhoda says. “But, yes. A lot. Dragons take up a lot of space.” She glances at me. “Even if they can fit in a one bedroom apartment without scratching the walls too badly.”

I make a knocking sound as quietly as I can.

Eventually, Kimblerly finished our drinks and takes them both to my favorite table, which is up front near the counter. And we continue our conversation, mostly with me listening and slurping up my drink. And Rhoda fills us all in on what she’s been learning.

And I’m thinking I wish Chapman would show up, because sie is probably just swimming in all of this, and would love to hypeshare about it. Sie’d probably grill Rhoda for what she heard, too. And we’d all end up even more well informed.

But Rhoda is on it as anyone can be, and it turns out that there’s still just not that much known about what’s going on.

People are wondering, though. They may not be all that surprised by the appearance of a dragon, or the discovery that a loved one is a dragon. But everyone is wondering what’s going on. Including other dragons. There were a couple that were using AAC like me that got interviewed, and they expressed their confusion as well.

And, of course, there are some people who are up in arms about it all, too. About the same people you’d expect of any big social change, or emergence of a minority group. White supremacists, mostly, really. Terfs, Evangelicals, conservative Catholics, Militia groups, Trumpists, Fundamentalists. There’s a really strong religious contingent, and mostly Christian in nature, who are objecting to the presence of identifiable dragons in the world. And some are citing it as a sign of the end times or something. I expect there are other religions that have sects and denominations that are raising concerns or preparing to be militant about it, but being in the U.S. and English speaking, we’re not hearing much about it yet.

With the looming election, it makes my blood run colder than it already is. And I remember I’m also trans.

My life was already complicated and in danger because of my disabilities. But now I’m the new hot target for political debate, and I haven’t exactly been able to lie low locally in the past day. And my shape, size, and territorial instincts aren’t going to make it easy, either.

I have a moment wondering if, since people seem to recognize the dragons they’ve known since before the change, how this will all play with intersectional oppression. But I’m not really sure of my own ability to assess that, besides to conclude it will be complicated. I know that, in my case, I didn’t have a lot of resources before, with not much to lose, but not much to draw upon, either. And, also, I’ve traded in a couple of disabilities for a whole new one.

And thinking of that, I realize there are a few things I want to say to the Kims, so I nudge Rhoda with my nose and then point my snout at her purse.

She understands and pushes her phone across the table to me, after opening up the AAC app for me.

I hold up my claw and flex it, and then proceed to knuckle out a few simple sentences.

“My name Meghan the Dragon,” I say. “Meg OK. Cute. She and her.”

Both the Kims smile in response to that, and Kimberly says, “Well, you’re cute!”

“I see two dragons,” I continue. “I name: Whitman, Wilhelm. Whitman ass. Wilhelm smart.”

Rhoda chuckles, and says, “Oh, so that one that attacked was Whitman?”

“Yes.”

“And I haven’t seen Wilhelm yet?”

“If smart. Won’t.”

“Ah,” she says. “Is that why you were making so much noise this morning?”

“Yes.”

“Speaking of noises,” Kimberly says, “I hear you can imitate the door chime.”

I hold up a crooked claw in the best sign for one moment I can make, then knuckle out, “How fifty dragons eat?”

Everyone stares at me. I hear the rest of the cafe go silent.

“How hundred?” I ask. “What cost? What eat?”

Then I see some fortuitous movement outside the window and let my head track the flight of a seagull passing by, then look back at the Kims and tilt my head.

“Oh, shit,” Kim says.

In agreement, I make the door chime sound.

“Don’t do that during business hours, please. Or at all.”

[knockyasocksoff2022]

Theory: Poe was the leader of Gelhart Security Services before his defeat to Ranpo and subsequent isolation.

(A/N: sorry if the grammar is terrible or the theory doesn’t make sense i just had this thought really suddenly and wanted to post it)

So I was reading the Dazai, Chuuya Age Fifteen Light Novel yesterday and something about GSS was mentioned that they didn’t mention in the anime (understandably).

Randou says on page 56: “Mn . . . Brr . . . The currently leader of GSS is a cold calculating skill user.They say he has close ties to the Guild, a top secret North American organisation.”

The book also says, on an earlier page (48) that the drill instructor is an actual soldiers so the members were highly trained fighters.

You may be thinking, “Wait, but that doesn’t sound like Poe-kun at all?”, but I think a lot of people forget he’s a trained sniper. The only question is: how?

The connection to the guild and trained fighters could be two people, either Poe or Twain. However, Twain is hardly cold and calculating, and Poe is the only guild member fluent in Japanese which could be from extensive studying of it because of his crush on I mean rivalry with Ranpo. Or it could be from time spent in Japan, after all he would have needed t communicate with Ranpo in order to challenge him. (And I don’t think Asagiri would give such a cool backstory to such a minor character, sorry Mark.)

It all makes sense. During 15!Arc, Poe would have been 20, and when he was 22 he met Ranpo to challenge him and was then defeated. It was never said where the challenge took place, but given Ranpo attachment to Fukuzawa and the agency as well as inaptitiude for travel (lack of navigation skills) I doubt he would have been in America for any reason, especially since the agency was so new. (It’s true that he could have flown there to accept a challenge that piqued his interested but let’s keep in mind that the agency salary isn’t that much and plane tickets as well as travel in general are expensive.) 

Another thing is that Ranpo is pretty unaware of things around him, even small things like how to use the train (I know I keep using that example, I’m sorry. It’s just the easiest one) So, I doubt he’d have knowledge of things going on abroad, much less knowledge of Poe to call him over to Japan for a challange.

If the challenge took place in Japan where the two just stumbled upon each other, the question is: Why is Poe in Japan in the first place?

I think that he ran away from his adopted home when he was a teen (assuming his early life follows irl Poe’s and his parents died/abandoned him) and went to Japan just to get as far away as he could. (Maybe he was offered a position in Order of The Clock Tower because his adopted parents and him lived in England for four years). He had connections to the Guild, but maybe wasn’t fully part of it yet, or maybe he wanted military experience before he joined an organisation like that (I can’t imagine why, because before the whole book thing it seemed like a country club for skill users.) 

But for whatever reason, Poe joined GSS as a legitimate security officer where he learnt to shoot. He was more healthy then (before his six-year isolation) and even learnt to fight a little, but was a far better marksman than fighter. 

The GSS men did crime jobs on the side for extra cash. Then the subsidies for GSS were cut off and they went full criminal. Somehow, maybe through a job or Poe volunteering the information, they figured out that Poe had a skill. He became important to the company.  And he’s smart so when it came time for a change in leadership they picked him, despite his young age, he has an ability and they respected that.

We’ve seen him be cold and calculating, especially when trying to trap people in his novels or scheme against Ranpo (at first, now he’s just a softie). He dedicated almost a decade to Ranpo’s defeat, so we see his determination and cunning (even if it’s no match for Ranpo’s deductive skills).

The GSS were pirates, nothing too complex and they had no big plans (like Fyodor’s mission to eradicate skill users), they just wanted to steal. So it makes send that someone who maybe isn’t a crazy genius brilliant strategist was leading them.

All in all it makes perfect sense that Poe led up the GSS for a bit.

After GSS’s defeat to Soukoku it probably disbanded, any members not part of that mission who left alive scattered, including Poe. After the fall of his organisation he was left wandering, and out of desperation or boredom he took Ranpo’s challange and after his defeat went, sulking, back to America where he officially joined the Guild, hoping Fitzgerald’s resources could help him defeat Ranpo once and for all.