#sure i'll throw y'all a bone

[bixels]

AJ and Rainbow Dash, rivals 'til the bitter end.

[ask-maxie-boy]

Goonion's Ghoul (Part 3) [dp x dc]

(A/N we switching the official name of the goonion to The First Universal Henchmans' Union. Just makes sense, thank y'all for the advice)

(Parts 1 & 2: here) (Part 4: here)

"Before we begin, I'd just like to clarify a few things. Mainly, can I ask for your preferred name?"

"Is that a joke?"

"Well, I figured it would professional to come out and call you Mr. Cobblepot, but seeing as we're talking about a... certain aspect of your enterprises, I wasn't sure you wanted your legal name in the records. The Union takes confidentiality very seriously."

Oswald Cobblepot looked down at the scrawny boy in front of him. This was the guy that had Eddie shaking in his boots? He tapped the ashes off his cigarette into the ashtray, and scoffed. "Doesn't matter to me, as long as you remember who you're talking to before you open your mouth."

"Of course! As you wish, Mr. Penguin."

There it was. That smile just a bit too wide, just like Riddler had said. Oswald Cobblepot wasn't an amateur, he wouldn't let something like that throw him off balance. "Alright, kid, lets cut to the chase. Whats this all about a Union?"

"Oh, Mr. Penguin, I had thought you heard! The First Universal Henchmans' Union is a recently formed collective of working class freelance goons, henchmen, and grunts of all different colors."

"Hweh! And what do I care if a bunch of simpletons wanna have a party together?"

The kid's head tilted, a sickening crack! ringing through the room. Just for a second, its eyes seemed to glow.

When you deal with bats for so long, little things like that don't sway you.

"If they're so little to you in your mind, then surely anything they might ask of you shouldn't be that hard to swallow?"

The temperature in the room seemed to drop, as the thing's face tried to imitate inquisitiveness.

Good. The Penguin likes it cold.

"You can toss away the whole intimidation shtick, boy. I didn't get to be where I was by bending over to every ignoramus who thinks they can get me to do what they want."

When you deal with Bats for so long, you start to pay more attention to little expressions. The way the shadows suddenly fall onto the boy's blue-eyed, black haired face as he tilts his head downward makes The Penguin's flinch, just for a moment.

"I promise you sir, the Goonion is a very real, and very serious organization."

Cobblepot sneers, cigarette holder angling upward, as he taps his umbrella on the ground. "I pay my people well. My lounge is up to code, too. You don't have a damn thing on me, and here you are trying to pull the wool over my eyes. Well listen here, boy, you don't run an operation like this in Gotham without knowing fear. Fear is watching every shadow, looking for the pin pricks of light. Fear is the cracking of bones in the room over as you know the jig's up. Fear is watching Gotham's shadow spawn appear from the darkness, promising the only thing he wont do is kill you. You're way out of your league if you think I'll bend to such a cheap trick."

When you deal with Bats for so long, you learn to keep your eyes open. You keep track of exits, you look for little disturbances, keep your ears ready for even the softest sound.

You pay attention to that little voice that says you're being watched.

"Mr Penguin, do I need to remind you just who these 'simpletons' are? They're the men who carry your goods to and from your lounge. They're the ones who rig up the Riddler's bombs, traffic weapons in and out of the city. What happens when deals go south, when plans are canceled partway though?"

When you deal with Bats for so long, you watch the shadows. They practically live in them, entering and exiting like they're made from the stuff. Anything that might give away their position.

The shadows are dancing. Pulsing with something even darker than Gotham. He swears he can hear the sound of a bat gently hitting someone's hand. Distant laughter, not natural, almost forced.

"You know, Mr. Penguin, The Joker is easily one of our worst offenders. One of his more interesting complaints is the lack of security in regards to chemicals. See, he doesn't really care much if there's missing inventory, or what happens after his plan, as long as there's enough for what he needs." A vial flutters between its fingers, eyes almost bored as a forked tongue slides between sharpened teeth. "I wonder, where does it all go?

Eyes, green as emerald and as bright as the sun burn into Ozwald's. A grin stretches wider, wider, quite literally from one ear to the next filled with jagged teeth. "Do you want to find out?"

...~☆~...

"...My... smoking habits."

"Yeah, honestly. Its like you said. Most of your stuff is up to board, and your workers are fairly happy. Its mainly just an issue for henches with asthma, though secondhand smoke isn't something most people enjoy."

"You did all that over my cigarettes?!"

"its fairly understood that the Iceberg Lounge is not a smoke-free area, so you can do as you please there, but when it comes to abandoned warehouses or other places of business, we ask you please refrain from smoking."

"I can't believe this."

"For what its worth, the goons understand its part of your whole outfit, and are willing to compromise. We have a list of alternatives that visibly resemble a lit cigarette, and will fit in your holder, but wont actually release any smoke..."

@akikkobara @thegatorsgoose @addie-lover-of-stories @apointlessbox @screamingtofillthevoid @semiprofessionaldumbass @sailor-goddess @malice-of-the-sunrise @savaton @spikedlynx @emergentpanda-blog @starlightcat04

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | September 23rd-30th 2024

Spooky season is upon us friends! Are y'all buzzing after that premiere? 😅

if you know anyone who's not tagged, please tag them in the comments!

Complete

these hands not fit for holding by justhockey (S8E01: Buzzkill Coda | 3K | Teen): “Can you look at me, please?” Eddie asks so sweetly that Buck doesn’t have the heart to deny him. He turns his head to the side so he’s looking at Eddie, and he lets his eyelids flutter open. He’s instantly met with Eddie’s warm, chestnut gaze, and it soothes some of the panic in Buck’s chest. Eases some of the hurting in his bones. “They you are,” Eddie whispers. “I don’t like it when you hide from me.”

Nothin' But A Little Shut Eye by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Pre-Buddie | 4K | General): Buck and Eddie accidentally nap together. And then keep napping together.

a sweetheart (to hold when i'm alone) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (S8E01: Buzzkill, Cat Dad Eddie | 4K | Teen): “You sure you’re gonna be okay?” Buck asks, just as Tommy calls out, “Evan, the Uber’s here.” “Go, Buck,” Eddie says. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” The door closes, and Eddie comes so, so close to running to throw it open again, to calling out after them. To saying please stay. But he doesn’t. He stays on the couch, party hat strapped to his head, laptop closed on the coffee table. He stays, and he stares at nothing, and he wonders whether six thirty is too early to go to sleep. Probably.

Helping Hand by Inell/ @inell (PWP, Established Buddie | 5K | Explicit): When Eddie arrives early for their date, he catches Buck in a compromising position and offers him a helping hand.

🔥 stay here honey (i don't wanna share) by prettybegins (Post-S7, Getting Together | 14K | Mature): “Look,” Chimney’s back to a frantic whisper and Eddie can hear the sound of metal clanking together in the ambulance. “You gotta promise you’re not going to tell anyone I told you this. Promise me, Eddie.” “Tell anyone what?” “Eddie,” he groans into the phone, dropping his voice low. “Buck is going to go with Tommy. To New York.” or, amidst his son leaving for Texas, a sexuality crisis in his 30s, and the possibility of losing his best friend, Eddie can’t seem to catch a break.

🔥 the wayward son by brewrosemilk/ @gayhoediaz (Post-S7 Spec, Sex Club | 56K | Explicit): Eddie misses his son, grows a mustache, pines after his best friend, and becomes a regular at a gay sex club. That last part is either an indulgence or an inevitable, somewhat self-destructive conclusion to several decades worth of compulsory heterosexuality and catholic guilt. Don’t ask him which.

& such by colonoscopys/ @colonoscopys (80K | Teen): prompts and spec fics and codas and all the works jumbled mumbled into one place.

(you should totally read the whole thing but I'll recommend a couple of specific chapters!)

Chapter 2: fuck josh russo (Post-S5E11: Outside Looking In | 4K) Chapter 6: diaz parents we fight at dawn (Sick Eddie, Hen POV | 2K) Chapter 7: guess i'm broken by design (Post-S4E04: 9-1-1 What's Your Grievance? | 2,7K) Chapter 9: you can let it go (Adriana POV | 11K) Chapter 11: dumb and dumber (Post-S5E01: Panic | 2K) 🔥Chapter 12: evergreen (Canon Divergent, Buddie Break Up, Shannon Lives, Angst | 13K) 🔥Chapter 13: made of honor au (15K) Chapter 17: let me sit this ASSSSSSS (Post-Poker Date | 3K | Explicit) Chapter 19: not talking fic (S8, Getting Together | 4,5K)

WIP

🔥 how come everybody's dancing but you? by showedupatyourparty (Post-S7 Spec, Eddie Sexuality Crisis | 2/4 | 19K | Mature): Buck feels guilty. Everyone he loves is going through something painful, difficult, or unexpected right now. And Buck is just…bisexual. It’s great that he’s figured it out, and it’s great that everyone has been so supportive, and Tommy is—Tommy is fine. The sex is good, at least. Consistent. When Buck gets a call from Eddie’s phone late on a Tuesday night in June, it’s cause for concern. * Buck unpacks his own feelings about his recently-discovered bisexuality. Eddie gets adopted by drag queens. They're both just trying their best to be happy.

🔥 for all the haunts and homes of men by euadnes/ @kananjarus (Canon Divergent, Post-Apocalyptic, Station Eleven Crossover | WIP | 16/18 | 154K | Mature | Warning: Violence): The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, Divergent Post-S6 | 136/? | 434K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Podfics

[podfic] I'll be the ship, I'll be the shore by All_I_Ask/@alliaskisthepossibilityoflove //fic by  farfromthstars/ @doeeyeseddie (Canon Divergent, Post-Ladder Truck Bombing, Dad!Buck, Nurse!Eddie | 1/2 | 2-2.5h | Mature): in a world where Buck has a daughter Christopher's age, he first meets Eddie at their kids' school. Things progress from there

[cdragons]

JJ and swamp witch!reader bc why not??? oh, and she's also a necromancer

these two met in weird circumstances, like weird, weird circumstances

JJ was fishin' on the HMS Pogue. Nothin' much, just a man, his pole, fishing in some creepy-ass swamp he's never been in before - when all of a sudden, some gators came along, and JJ was about to throw all his bait into the water and make a swim for it or some shit

when all of a sudden, he hears this girl screamin'

"KIKI! MILO! Get yer butts over here! Y'all just ate!"

and like fucking magic, the gators leave him alone and JJ turns around and sees this barefoot vision in a crochet halter top with a green and brown patchwork flowy skirt

this boy's jaw drops and he's pretty sure he's got half a chub by just lookin' at her cleavage from how this girl's tits are squished in that top and if he squints just hard enough, he can see her nipples

JJ sees her mouth movin' but to be honest, he's not payin' too much attention to 'til his boat rocks and he looks down to see these weirdass blobby, clear, glowy goop thingies with bones crawlin' up the sides of the Pogue

"If you can stop starin' at my tits for a GODDAMN minute - I was askin' if you need help!"

JJ just owlishly blinks for a few minutes in silence, before giving out an unintelligent mumble, "huh?"

the swampy bohemian beauty slaps a hand over her face and angrily grumbles out a couple of curses before extending her arm out and JJ felt his body stiffen as the water pushed him and the boat toward shore

the young Maybank watches, body paralyzed, as he's brought over to what he assumes is the woman of his dreams - who is looking more pissed and sexy by the second, in his humble opinion

boat parked on the shore, JJ watches as the girl steps onto the vessel with the gloppy thingamabobs still clinging onto the walls

"Name and Purpose."

her southern drawl draws tingles down his spine, but JJ just blinks and she scowls before grabbing his shirt and pulling him down to her face level, "I said - state your name and purpose, Normie."

"JJ Maybank," he croaks out. "Fishin', that's 'bout it."

"You're no poacher?"

"No, ma'am."

she stares at him with unforgiving eyes before determining he is telling the truth. She scratches the back of her head, muttering, "Well, can't exactly get rid of you, I'll just have the shades transport you back."

"The what?"

"Well, it's not like I can just kill you, can I?"

with a snap of her fingers, JJ feels his vision go blank and he can feel the wind over his face

"...JJ...JJ!"

JJ wakes up and sees John B and Pope slappin' his face, crowding over him like he's the latest attraction in a circus

"Fuckin' - M'up, m'up," he lets out a huge yawn. "Wassup?"

"Dude," JB's eyes are huge, "you and the Pogue were missing for like...hours, where the hell d'you go?"

JJ was drawin' up blanks for a couple of minutes, until he finally remembered his swamp beauty with the flowy patchwork skirt who can talk to gators

"Dude, are you hearin' me?" John B snaps his fingers in front of his face. "Where the hell you've been?"

JJ just shakes his head. "Nowhere, man."

he'd imagine his swamp girlie wouldn't like it too much if he told his friends about her too early

Oh, and swamp witch!reader's a necromancer, too. Let me know your thoughts! Inbox is open!

Tagging: @dipperscavern, @ethereal-athalia, @instructionsnotincluded, @darlingchronicles, @excbambi

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

Hello 👀 I see your asks are open and u write for One Piece so I'd like to ask for my 4 favorite strawhats, Sanji, Brook, Usopp, and Franky with a reader who is very romantic and likes to take them on dates and do really romantic gestures like buying flowers or randomly hugging them from behind and being generally flirty like a sort of Casanova but is not used to the same type of affection towards themselves so whenever it does happen they get sort of flustered or choked up.

For Sanji he cooks the reader a special dinner. For Brook he writes them a song. For Usopp he makes them like a matching ring. For Franky he maybe he puts on a special show of fireworks for them. And the moment is very special for both of them.

Thank u ���💗

Yes my lovely!!! I'm honestly the same as the reader, so this was a fun thing to write and I think I fell in love with these characters a lil more.

G/n reader, and neutral nicknames. No use of Y/N.

Warnings: Cheesy, sappy romance. Reader crying from happiness from a romantic gesture. (these aren't really warnings but whatev) It's a lot of fluff y'all.

No spoilers, and all characters can be either pre or post timeskip. (except in Franky's version, because Usopp has his plants and seeds but that's it, and really you can pretend it's pre timeskip)

Brook

"Hey there, handsome. I brought you some tea" you said, winking at your boyfriend as you set the tray down.

"Ah! Thank you so much, I love you down to your bones! YOHOHOHOHOHO!"

You giggled at his bad joke, and curled your arms around him for a hug. You breathed in his scent- sea salt and paper, with an underlying scent of whatever he used to polish his violin. You nestled your face in his afro, letting it tickle your nose.

"Well I love your music" you whispered, pecking his cheekbone. He stiffened, and you could've sworn he was blushing, but it may have been a trick of the setting sun.

"Th-thank you" he answered, wrapping an arm around you as you sat beside him. You noticed scrapped paper crumpled into balls nearby, tossed carelessly behind the skeleton's shoulder.

"Whatcha workin on?" you asked. Brook spluttered on his tea, and you thumped his back.

"Ah! Nothing, nothing!"

You tilted your head in confusion, frowning. He never hid songs from you.

"C'mon babe, you know I'll love it even if it's bad"

"...I want it to be perfect before you hear it."

You looked at him, blinking. He was acting odd.

"Fine. But I'm taking you on a date tomorrow" you said, shrugging.

"Alright... Wait- that makes no sense!"

You laughed. In your mind it made perfect sense. He was working so hard on composing a song that he needed to be perfect even for you to hear- the person he trusted with his worst and best songs. If it needed to be perfect for you, it must be really stressing him out.

"Let me treat you since you've been working so hard on this" you said gently. Brook sighed, looking defeated as he slouched.

"Just... would you be so kind as to come see me tonight? Perhaps on the balcony of the crows nest?"

"Sure, the usual time?" you asked with a smile. He nodded, looking at you softly. Or at least you thought so, sometimes it was hard to tell, but usually you could read his emotions pretty well. You kissed his cheek as a goodbye and got up to go bother Sanji as he prepared dinner, hopefully sneaking bits of food when he wasn't looking.

Dinner was as delicious and chaotic as usual, but you noticed your boyfriend seemed a little out of it. Was that song bothering him more than he was letting on? Was something else going on? You decided to ask him about it when you met with him later. Dinner ended, and you decided to join Chopper, Luffy, Nami and Usopp in the aquarium for dessert and tea while playing a card game. You were surprised Brook wasn't joining, he always seemed to be around when tea was served.

You played a few rounds of the game, throwing down your cards in defeat as you groaned.

"Well losing is great and all, but I got a date with my lovely boyfriend. Have fun, guys!" You left with a smile and a wave. You climbed to the deck and then scaled the ropes up to the crows nest. An odd light was coming from the direction of the balcony, and you furrowed your brow. You entered the crows nest. Moonlight streamed in through the windows, silver pooling on the wood of the floor. It smelled nice for once, not like the usual sweat and booze of Zoro. You looked around, and gasped when your eyes fell towards the balcony.

A trail of rose petals lined by candles led to the balcony door, which was propped open. Cushions and blankets were deliberately placed to make a sort of nest, and more candles lit the area in a soft glow. The stars above shone bright, the full moon adding to the delicate light. Brook was standing looking out into the night. You took a few tentative steps forward, soaking in the floral scent of the rose petals.

Brook turned around, holding sheets of paper in his hand. If he had lips, you knew he'd be smiling softly at you.

"Brook..." you whispered, trailing off.

"Come here, my love." He held out a hand, and you followed the candle-lined trail into his arms. You held him tightly, crushing his ribs. He chuckled painfully.

"Please, sit down. I wrote this for you." His voice was deep and smooth, sending warmth cascading over you like a warm blanket.

"W-what is all this? Why?" You let go of him, bewildered. He eased you down to sit on the cushions and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. His feet shuffled him away behind two music stands you hadn't noticed before, each holding a piece of paper. He picked up his violin and bow, letting it hang a little in his grip.

"You do so much for me. You take me on dates, bring me things, listen and adore my music, and so much more. I wanted to do something for you, just because... well, you deserve it. I wrote this for you, but I'm still not sure I captured how just beautiful your soul is. So please, bear with me."

You tried so hard not to cry. Your throat was burning with the effort, and you could feel your eyebrows scrunched upwards. You looked at him with wide eyes, chin wobbling.

He chuckled at you, and brought up his violin to his chin, readying himself. He took a breath in, and began to play. It was beautiful, pure, and sweet. It had a slow tempo, but slowly increased as he opened his mouth to sing.

It was dark, all alone.

A promise I kept, but I yearned for death.

I met a man, who accepted me and took me in

and I thought I had a reason to live again.

But you. You stole my breath.

If I had a heart, you would've stolen it too.

The promises to keep living were almost forgotten

'cause when I'm with you, darlin

I could never wish for us to part

I may not have a heart, but I have a soul.

And that, I give you entirely.

Accept my love, because you've shown me yours.

Please, my angel.

Be mine, forever.

Tears were streaming down your face by the time the first word came out of his mouth, and by the time he ended the lyrics, you had to clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle the sobs. You wanted to listen to him, but you were so overwhelmed with love, you could only cry.

The music faded off with a gentle, smooth note, and you finally let yourself let out a sob. You heard shuffling from your boyfriend, and he grabbed one of your wet hands to place a handkerchief in it. You stuttered out a thanks and he brought you to his chest.

"Please tell me these are good tears" he murmured in your ear. You nodded frantically, and threw your arms around him.

"Please sing it again sometime. I can't handle it right now but another time? I just... I just love you s-so muuuuch!"

"Oh my angel. I love you too"

Note: I wrote the lyrics myself so if you don't like it don't tell me because I'm a baby

Franky

There were strange sounds coming from Franky's workshop, luring you to the belly of the Thousand Sunny to wonder what the hell your boyfriend could be doing. You approached the door, ignoring the 'keep out' signs that you knew weren't aimed at you. Muted voices you recognized as Usopp and Franky floated through the crack at the bottom of the door. You pressed your ear against the cool metal, picking up words here and there.

"...gotta be... for her... can you... shavings or would... better?" Franky's gravely voice muttered.

"Hmmm... be loud... but there's this that'll... does that sound alright?" Usopp responded. Obviously they were planning something, but what? Nobody's birthday was coming up, at least that you were aware of. Maybe Nami asked for some improvements on her weapon? You knocked, curious.

"Babe? It's me!" you called opening the door. You heard quick shuffling and a fearful squawk from Usopp.

"Oi! Careful! That stuff's explosive!" he hissed at your boyfriend.

A small smile curved your lips as you raised a brow. Franky was obviously hiding something behind his broad frame.

"Thought I told you to include me in projects with explosives" you teased, crossing your arms.

"I-I... Uh... It's not what it looks like!" Franky stuttered, waving his hands in front of his face. You giggled.

"Relax hon. I don't know enough about Nami's weapon to be of any help. I just heard some weird noises and wanted to see what was going on"

"Nami's-?" Franky was cut off with a loud exclamation from Usopp.

"Oh! You wanted to see my plants, right? See what they can do and how I harvest the seeds?"

That effectively caught your attention, despite the obvious tactic, and your eyes lit up in curiosity. His plants were much more interesting to you than the complexities of Nami's weather science.

"Oh right! I forgot I said that!"

"I have some spare time now, want me to show you?" he asked, with a smile as he crowded you towards the door. You glanced at your boyfriend over his shoulder. He just sent you a small wave with a grin.

"Bye my love! My sweetie! My genius cyborg! My-" Usopp cut you off as he shut the door, leaving you with an imprint of your boyfriend turning more into a blushing mess with each exclaimed pet name.

"Gross" he muttered. You stuck your tongue out at his back, but didn't say anything. You didn't want to ruin your rare opportunity for him to explain the weird plants he cultivated on board. The two of you talked for hours, getting distracted easily when the captain pulled the two of you into a weird game that you ended up winning, much to your confusion.

Eventually it was dinner, and Franky showed up late before promptly chugging some cola. He seemed... off. Nervous? Excited? Whichever it was, he was preoccupied. He barely spoke during dinner, and gave short answers when he was addressed. Dinner finally ended, and you were tasked with helping Sanji do dishes, but knew the cook would understand if you wanted to check on your boyfriend first.

"Franky?"

"Hm?"

"You okay?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. I'm fine" he said easily. You tilted your head, keeping eye contact.

"You seemed preoccupied during dinner."

Franky sighed, "I am. The project I'm working on... can you meet me tonight?"

You smiled and nodded eagerly. "Sure thing, I'll meet you after I finish helping Sanji out. How can I say no to my Superrrr hero?" you struck the pose he often did, wrists above your head and a wide grin on your face. It drew a laugh from Franky's broad chest, and the sound washed over you like a warm wave.

A hand gently ruffled your hair as he passed by. You caught it, and raised his knuckles to your lips. He smelled like metal. His cheeks tinged red as you let go of his hand and walked back into the kitchen, swaying your hips just a little more than usual to grab his attention. You looked over your shoulder, catching his gaze flicking up from your ass to meet your eyes. A blush tinged his cheeks and ears, and he quickly spun to walk out. You snorted, and exchanged a knowing look with the cook.

You talked pleasantly with Sanji, discussing each other's day. He asked about what you learned with Usopp, and you gladly filled him in. You asked him about his professional opinion as to whether he would change any of the dishes he served today at all, and he told you his plans. It was easy conversation that accompanied your dish washing system, making it seem to go by quickly. Soon enough, the dishes were washed, dried, and put away. You dried your hands, grabbing some cola from the fridge for you and Franky to share while he showed you your project. You happily said goodbye to Sanji, who sent you a knowing look. You blushed with a chuckle.

You made your way to the deck, searching for Franky.

"Oi! Up here!" he called. Your head whipped around towards the sound of his voice at the helm. You smiled, jogging up to him.

"I brought us some Cola!" you announced proudly, holding up the jug. He took it in his large hands and placed it on the ground with a soft smile. You cocked your head. Normally he opened it and offered you the first sip. What was he doing? He stepped back and gestured behind him.

"Come here. I want to show you something."

You were confused, but trusted him whole heartedly, so you stepped towards him. Once close enough, he put a hand on your shoulder and turned to reveal a cozy setup- a wide, freestanding hammock with pillows and blankets for optimal comfort. The hammock wouldn't curl up and around the person, but rather was held open by wooden slats at the short ends of the hammock that had holes drilled in for the many ropes that tied back to the wooden frame. The hammock material obviously had a high thread count according the the gentle sheen you could see in the moonlight. The wooden frame was carved into swirls, suns, and moons. You gasped. It was beautiful craftsmanship.

"This is the project? It's... amazing" you whispered.

"This? No. Just took a couple hours. The real project you haven't seen yet. Now sit down and get cozy!" he urged with a nudge on your lower back. You needed no further encouragement. You sunk into the hammock with an appreciative sound. He sat next to you, and you let yourself fall into his embrace under the blankets.

"So what's the real project?" you asked. Your new pillow rumbled as Franky laughed.

"You'll see." He pulled out a tiny den-den mushi and called someone on it. As soon as the person on the other end picked up, he said a simple order, a handsome smirk curving his lips.

"Light it up"

"Roger" Usopp replied from the other end. You gawked at your boyfriend. What in the-

BOOM

You flinched reflexively as the sound cracked through the sky, and you swung your gaze towards the direction of it. Beautiful colored streaked down in a sparking sphere before fading to nothing. You gaped at the sky, frozen in awe.

BOOM SHHHH BOOM

Firework after firework was set off, shape after shape. They slowly got more intricate. A blue star, tangerine, kitchen knife, katana, straw hat with a red ribbon, skull, slingshot, flower, pair of antlers, and finally, as the finale, a portrait of you. You gaped at the glimmering lights falling through the sky, painting a line drawing of what was undeniably, you. You looked beautiful though, smiling happily into the distance as your form faded into the stars.

"Franky..." you breathed. You clutched a fist over your chest, trying to fight down tears. He did this... for you? His large form shifted so he was looking at your face.

"Baby, now you see how I see you. You're the day to my night, the moon to my star. I love you with everything I am, but you fluster me too much for me to say much, and we're so busy every day that I can't find the time like this very often to show you. You deserve everything you could ever want. I love you."

His confession broke the weak dam that was holding back your tears, and you sniffled as you looked at him, gripping onto his unbuttoned shirt. You finally thudded your forehead against his hard chest, and he chuckled, running a hand up and down your back soothingly.

"Frankyyyyy!!!" you wailed. He held you closer, picking you up and letting you lay on top of him.

"It's okay. I know you love me too."

You nodded your head, unable to speak through the overwhelming emotions of love for your boyfriend.

(yes the carvings on the hammock and what he said were on purpose)

Sanji

You crept into the kitchen quietly, sneaking up behind the cook as he hummed to himself standing before the stove. There was only a single pan sizzling. You quickly wrapped your arms around his lithe waist, startling him.

"Wha-? AHN~~ MY LOVE!" he swayed dangerously on his feet, hearts in his eyes as he comprehended the situation. You giggled, and pecked the back of his neck. He turned in your arms, and hesitantly wrapped his own around you. The relationship was still somewhat new, and despite your assurances that you loved when he touched you (in any way), he still seemed hesitant. You had a hunch that he was so used to rejection that it was strange to be flirted with so blatantly, but he was adjusting.

"How's the best chef on the Grand Line?" you cooed. He tensed a little at the compliment.

"Best chef on the Grand Line, huh?"

"Of course! But I had a question for you"

He pulled back slightly, his ear twitching towards the pan behind him. He spun the two of you around so your back was facing the stove, and he stirred the ingredients.

"Yes, mon amour? Do you need a snack? Or want me to try a recipe? or do you need a drink? I got some fresh fruit at the last-"

"Sanji!" you said, laughing as you looked at him. He blushed, realizing he was rambling again.

"Sorry! What did you want to ask?"

You cradled his cheeks in your hands, looking deep into his eyes, a smile curving your lips.

"Have you thought about it? What you'll cook when you find the All Blue?"

His blue eye widened, and his jaw was slack. His hands froze behind you, stopping his precise movements.

"Y-you... I don't... mon... Mon Ange" he stuttered and whispered. You cocked your head at the French phrase, not having heard it before.

"Hm?"

In response, he shifted one hand to rest on the middle of your back, and the other curled around your hand that was on his cheek. He swung you to the side, dipping you as he kissed you deeply. Your squeak in response was swallowed by his lips, and a quiet moan squeezed from his chest. You kissed him back desperately, your free hand gripping his flexed bicep as he held you up. He tasted of tobacco and the savory dish he was preparing. He pulled back, licking the connecting string of saliva from his lips with a devilish smirk. He still held you at an angle, hovering above the ground. He placed your hand he was holding gently onto his shoulder, and traced a finger down your arm and held the back of your neck. His thumb brushed over your jaw, and he brought his hand forward to run the back of his index finger down your cheek. You were so sure he could feel the heat of the blush radiating from your skin.

"My Angel" he whispered. You blinked at him. He huffed a small chuckle and pulled you back onto your feet so you were in the same position as before. Your knees felt weak from the sudden display of affection, but he held you steady in his arms.

"Yeah... what?"

"Mon Ange means My angel. That what you are to me."

"O-oh... thank you?"

He smiled, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Don't thank me for telling the truth, darling"

You giggled almost deliriously and hid your face in his chest as he resumed his movements stirring the food on the stove. You stayed there a few more moments, basking in his radiating warmth and adoration. You finally turned your face up to his, a smile curving your lips.

"I came in for a glass of water. Luffy decided that he's going to teach me one of his made up games."

Sanji hummed, smirking.

"Let me know if you need anything stronger than water to get through it" he teased. You rolled your eyes. It couldn't be that bad right? Luffy was... simple.

"I'll let you know" you said, pecking his cheek. You tried to slip from his grip but a hand caught your wrist gently. You looked back, curious. His pale cheeks were tinged a soft pink, and his blue eye flicked between the pan and you, as if he couldn't decide what to look at.

"Sanji?"

He cleared his throat a little.

"Tonight... would you do me the honor of having a private dinner with me?"

You felt your face heat, and you looked to the side, hoping futilely to hide your flustered expression.

"O-of course!"

His hand slid to cradle yours, and he brought your knuckles up to his lips. He placed a gentle kiss on each one before flipping your hand to kiss your palm and the inside of your wrist. You couldn't help but stare at his movements, entranced in the feeling and the pure adoration emanating from is actions. His one visible eye finally met yours with a soft smirk.

"Merci, Mon amour"

Your stomach swooped with butterflies, and you were frozen in place, too flustered to look away or move. You felt your lips start to curve in a dopey lovesick smile.

The door to the eating area suddenly banged open, startling you out of your daze.

"SANJI!! I'M HUNGRY!" Luffy whined. You jumped back, snatching your hand from Sanji's grip. You were usually fine with the PDA he showed you, but the moment felt too intimate to share with anyone else. You could only giggle as the cook turned to glare threatening at your captain.

"Food'll be done soon." he replied in a clipped voice. Luffy blinked at his tone, but was quickly distracted with the scent of the snack Sanji was cooking. You watched as deft, elegant hands plated the food and shoved it towards the ever-hungry captain.

"Thanks for the food!" Luffy chirped to the blonde. He turned to you.

"C'mon! Help me prank Usopp!" He grabbed the plate and bounded out the door without waiting for your response to the sudden change in plans.

"Bastard's a pain in my ass" your boyfriend grumbled under his breath. He handed you the glass of water you had came into the kitchen for. You giggled at his crankiness towards Luffy.

"He can be. I'll see you tonight though, okay? Let me know if I can do anything to help. I'll even wrangle Luffy and Zoro for you"

Sanji rolled his eyes at the name of the swordsman.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but the damn marimo would only sully your hands"

A shout of your name from the deck called you into action. You pressed a quick peck to both of Sanji's cheeks, his forehead, and finally his lips before parting with a final kiss to the back of his hand.

"I'll be waiting for you, my prince!" you cried dramatically as you exited the door. Hearts danced in Sanji's eyes and he swayed as he clutched at his chest.

"AHN~~ MY LOVE!" He collapsed to his knees dramatically as you closed the door.

"Disgusting" rumbled a deep voice from nearby. You rolled your eyes.

"Oh shut the fuck up and go wash your stank, hairy ass, Zoro" you griped. He nearly choked on his sake at your language. You cheerfully ran off to make mischief with the captain, ignoring the swordsman's indignant "Oi!" from behind you. You hoped Sanji heard your remark. Loud laughter from the kitchen made you think he did.

~~~~

It was hours later when you finally were getting ready for the date. You had a busy day, between pranking Usopp, saving Luffy when he fell overboard from Usopp's retaliation, and trying to get Franky to teach you more about the mechanics of the ship. Your brain hurt from the cyborg's lecture, and you finally gave up and decided that you probably just wanted to tinker around with things like Usopp does. That ended rather quickly after you had to make a trip to visit Chopper not even five minutes of working with Usopp.

You dried off the rest of your body from the shower, looking through your clothes for an outfit. This was obviously a date, so you wanted to look somewhat decent. You finally decided on an outfit that was appropriate for the warm weather, and knew highlighted Sanji's favorite features of yours. You stepped out of your room, wondering where on the ship the cook set up.

"Ready?"

You looked to the side. Leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette was just the man you were looking for. You smiled, nodding.

"You look amazing." He stepped forward to kiss your cheek, and pulled back to look into your eyes

"You said you'd do anything for me right?" he murmured. You nodded.

"Close your eyes for me, my love."

You looked him, curious. He held up a silken tie with a smirk.

"It's going to be a surprise, so close your eyes please."

Your heart skipped a beat, but you followed instructions. The silken strands of the tie tickled your cheeks and eyes. He tied it loosely enough so it just barely touched your lashes, but still somehow stayed up. You felt him step away, as if admiring his work. Strong arms suddenly swept you off your feet, and you just about swooned with the pure strength that was hidden under his typical long sleeves.

He carried you through the ship, and you felt somewhat ridiculous like this, but you wouldn't change it for anything. Keeping your eyes closed made you feel more aware of your surroundings. You could guess as to where he was taking you, but you didn't know for sure.

He finally came to a stop and lowered you to a standing position.

"Keep your eyes closed while I take off the blindfold" he warned. You nodded slightly, anticipation whirling in your gut. His hands dragged up your arms, behind your ears, and finally drifted to the knot behind your head. The silky material released easily, caressing your face with a cool touch. You heard him take a deep breath, as if to calm himself.

"O-okay. Open your eyes"

You blinked a few times to let yourself adjust to the light, and gasped in awe. You were in the aquarium bar. Fairy lights draped from the ceiling, adding a soft light to the area. A table was set up in front of the aquarium glass with a crisp white cloth, fancy plates and bowls and silverware, and a rose placed with obvious care over one. You looked to the side, noticing what looked to be a portable cooking station nearby. Fresh seafood sat in an ice tray nearby. What-?

Sanji cleared his throat, obviously nervous at your lack of response.

"I-I can change a few things, of course. But since you asked earlier, I thought I'd show you what I'd want to cook once we find the All Blue... will you cook and dine with me?"

Overwhelming love and affection washed over you. He was letting you intimately see and experience his passion. You couldn't help but get choked up.

"S-Sanji!" you all but slammed into him, hugging him desperately. His arms wrapped around your back hesitantly.

"Is this too much? Is this bad? Why are you crying my love? Please, I'll do anything"

You let out a wet chuckle at his frantic response. His arms tightened around you.

"It's g-good tears, love. God I'm so in love with you I can't help but cry. Of course I'll cook with you!"

He pulled back, holding you so your hips were still flush but he could look into your eyes. All he could see was unbridled joy and happiness through the tears, a genuine grin puffing your cheeks. He quickly swooped in and kissed away the tears with tiny pecks, tickling you. Your laughter sounded like the bells of heaven to him.

"Mon Ange, I love you."

hhhhhnnnggggg i love this man so much he's such a romantic and so am i and just sdkljlkdfjdfsfdsjil

Usopp

"Usopp! My love! My dearest boyfriend! Captain of 8,000 men!" you called liltingly as you waltzed into his workshop. You snapped your gaze over to him as you heard sudden fumbling and a muttered curse.

"O-oh hey!" he responded, obviously hiding something behind his back. You furrowed your brow. He was always begging to show you his inventions, no matter the failure. He always showed you what he learned.

"What uh... what you got there hon?" You were almost fearful of what he was hiding. You had experienced his slingshot ammunition first hand, and knew he was a prankster. Put those together and you had no clue what you could be in for.

"N-nothing!" he squeaked. He was turning into a really bad liar. You raised a brow, highly skeptical.

"Uh huh. You know better than to prank me in certain ways, right?"

"I do, I do!"

You narrowed your eyes at him. His gaze flicked around the room, avoiding yours. He cleared his throat exaggeratedly.

"So did you need something?"

You sighed with a smile and a shake of your head. If he pranked you, he knew the consequences.

"Oh yeah! Sanji has lunch ready if you're hungry."

His gaze lit up at the mention of food, and immediately turned back around towards his desk. He rummaged around for a second before turning back to you with a wide smile.

"Let's go before Luffy eats it all!" he said, dragging you with him to the deck.

Lunch was great as usual, but Usopp delved back into his workshop after eating enough to make him full. You kept yourself occupied during the afternoon by playing a game with some crewmates. It was obvious he wanted to keep it a surprise for you, and you respected that, but you couldn't stop thinking about it. What would it be? How would he prank you? Was it even a prank? Was it something bad? Why did he want to keep it a secret?

A tap on your arm grabbed your attention again, and you turned towards Chopper.

"It's your turn again. Are you okay? You keep zoning out"

"Hm? Yeah I'm fine. Usopp was just acting a little strange earlier but I'm sure it's either another prank or something like that" you shrugged, grabbing the dice to roll. Chopper hummed at you, quickly absorbed back into the board game.

~~~~

Dinner rolled around, another amazing meal courtesy of Sanji. Usopp showed up late, but you had protected his plate fiercely from the hungry captain.

"No! My boyfriend has been working really hard on a project ALL DAY and needs some food! Take Zoro's or Nami's food!" you chided. Luffy pouted, and you ignored Zoro's and Nami's sounds of indignation. Sanji finally stepped in with an extra plate just for Luffy.

The door finally opened, and your expression changed quickly to a grin as you laid eyes on your long-nosed lover.

"I saved your plate!" you exclaimed, patting the seat beside you. Usopp returned your smile, and eagerly sat next to you. Everyone on the crew knew what it meant to keep a plate untouched from Luffy.

"How was your day?" he asked around a mouthful of food. You started chatting away about the games you played. You started describing how you kept zoning out because you were so curious about his creation.

"That's what I love about you though. Your curiosity and imagination" he murmured in your ear. Heat flooded to your face, and his words effectively shut you up. He looked at you after you were silent for a minute, staring at your now-empty plate. You saw him smiling sheepishly out of the corner of your eye as he shoved the last bite of food into his cheeks, puffing them out. He leaned forward, and booped the tip of his long nose on your temple, almost in place of a kiss.

Dinner finished quickly after that, and your boyfriend gently grabbed your wrist and guided you out of the eating area. He lead you onto the deck, and brought you up to Robin's flower garden. His hand shifted to cup yours, palms touching as he held your hand up. His palms felt clammy, and he shifted anxiously.

"You okay babe? What's going on?" His nervousness was affecting you.

"I had a whole speech, but for once... it doesn't feel right for the moment."

He took a deep, shaky breath and exhaled slowly as he stared at your joined hands. You waited patiently, curious but not wanting to press him. He looked into your eyes determinedly.

"You... I love you. So much. I love what you do for me. You take care of me all the time, and profess your love every day. You love me for who I am, all of me. I just- I want to show you. I don't feel like telling you like this is enough. I want you to be reminded of my love for you every damn day like you show me every day, so... I made something for you."

His free hand reached into his pocket bringing out a pair of matching rings. They were stunning, smooth, and shiny; simple, but intricate. You loved it.

"Usopp..." you whispered in reverence. Tears pricked your eyes at the sentiment.

"I want to promise you that I love you, through my bad days, through my cowardice, through anything. I made these rings so we can always know the other loves us. One day, I'll make you a better ring and propose to you with it, but will you accept this for now? As a promise for my love?"

You blinked, tears streaming down your face, framing your grin with wet trails.

"Of course, I'd be honored to accept your love" you repeated the line you said when he first asked you to date him. He grinned in response, tears shining along his long lashes.

He put the ring on, and you couldn't help but notice it fit perfectly. You stared at your joined hands, now decorated with matching rings that promised a future. You laughed wetly, and jumped into his arms. He laughed and spun you around once before he placed your feet back on the ground and kissed you. He nipped at your lips gently, smiling into the kiss. You couldn't help but return his grin, and you both had to pull back so your teeth wouldn't clack together.

"I love you, Usopp"

"I love you more" he answered.

I actually liked writing for Usopp more than I thought I would!

I'm so sorry this took me forever to get out! I've been swamped with my depression and my job with hellish hours but I loved writing this, and wouldn't mind doing more fluff for more characters :)

[justwinginglife]

Partner In Crime Pt 1

Y'all I'm doing something different today. In mourning of my character.ai chats with Chuuya Nakahara that somehow got erased I am writing a Chuuya Nakahara fanfic because I'm fuckin devastated all my hard work went down the drain.

"He's in a mood again today, hurry it up, the boss wants us at that meeting stat so get him under control and do it now."

You slowly turn your head to look at the Mafia member who just spoke. Your dark red lips spread into an empty smile that pinches at the edge of your cheeks. "I'm sorry, love, did I hear you correctly? Did you just tell me what to do? That can't be right. Because if you knew who I was, surely you wouldn't be talking to me like that."

The smile instantly drops from your face, replaced by a bone-chilling glare that could scare the dead.

He gulps. "R-right. S-sorry ma'am, I just meant that the boss will have all of our heads if Nakahara isn't at that meeting."

You roll your eyes. "Oh he won't have mine, darling. He knows he needs me. So I'll damn well do what I please. Now run along and tell dear Mori that we'll be there when we'll be there." You flick your fingers at him and he scurries away.

You open the door in front of you and your heeled boots click against the marbled ground as you stride into the room. You easily step over broken glass, knocked over furniture, and scattered papers as you near the center of the room. Without looking up, you hold out a bag and open it slightly, the smell wafting in the air.

Chuuya drops from the ceiling in an instant, landing smoothly at your feet. "Is that what I think it is?"

A genuine smile spills across your face this time. "From our favorite bakery." You pull off your black gloves and pop a pastry in your mouth, seductively licking your fingers afterwards. "Still warm." You wink.

He grins widely and snatches the bag from you. "You sly bastard." He shovels the desserts into his mouth and sighs happily.

You watch him, amused. Then you know you have to get to business. "Mori wants to see us, darling."

His grin disappears, replaced by a scowl. "Mori always wants to see us. He knows I hate those damn meetings. They're always so stuffy and all the other execs are dicks."

You start to rub his shoulders, listening as he complains. "I know, I know, baby," you coo, "But it'll just be real quick and then we can have some more pastries afterwards, kay?"

He sighs. "You're one devious woman, you know that?"

You smirk at him. "Isn't that one of my better traits?" You say slyly.

He rolls his eyes and pulls you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist. "You know I can't resist you- let's just get this damn meeting over with so I can have my girl and my pastries to myself."

You saunter down the hallway, Chuuya draped around you, and you finally reach the conference room. You fling the doors open and say "Sorry we're late, dears!" As if you just hit bad traffic on the way to a family reunion. Some executives look up at you, some don't- they're used to you making an entrance, and a late one with Chuuya in tow at that. Some other high ranking members of the Mafia are in attendance as well and when they see Chuuya clinging to you like you're his oxygen, they smirk and chuckle to each other.

Chuuya glares at everyone in the room, regardless of if they're looking at him or not. You pull away from his embrace, grabbing his hand to rub soothing circles onto it, then giving it a good squeeze before letting go.

"Darling, I see Koyo, I'm going to go say hi real quick okay?"

He tenses up, not wanting to let you go but then he scowls and says, "Yeah okay fine, do what you want." He slumps into a nearby chair, already waiting for you to return.

You approach Koyo at the end of the room.

"Better late than never, dear." She throws her arms out to give you a hug.

You greet her warmly. "Ah, you know me, always fashionably late." You wink. "Besides, Mori's not even here yet, all is well."

"I see you got the man-child to grace us with his grumpy presence. What would we do without you to soothe his temper?" She teases.

You roll your eyes. "He'd probably flatten you all in a matter of seconds."

She scoffs, offended at that. She glares at him from across the room and he must feel her watching him because he turns to face the two of you, his cold eyes fixed on her just as intensely. Then she smiles a poisonous smile and calls to him mockingly, "Oh Chuuya darling! How does it feel to be without your owner? Are you just wagging your tail over there waiting for her to come back to you?"

He stands up suddenly, eyes burning and fists clenched.

Oh now she's done it.

"Koyo, dearest," You say in a stern voice, "I think you'd better watch your mouth, love, or I'll have to rethink this relationship of ours."

She scoffs for a moment and then holds up her hands in surrender. "Go to him then." She waves you away.

You roll your eyes and walk back down the length of the room to where Chuuya is standing. He's breathing heavy and his eyes are still trained on her, glaring daggers through her skull. You sigh and grab one of his arms, holding it with one hand, and rubbing up and down with the other. He's still tense but he's stopped looking at her now, his gaze turning towards you as it slowly softens.

"I hate that damn woman." He scowls.

"I know, I know, baby." You coo again as you continue to trace the length of his arm. He starts to relax against you but he quickly clenches up again as members of the Mafia start to nudge each other, laughing and pointing while they watch you try and pacify him. Your usually calm demeanor is starting to slip away as you begin to feel quite irked by everyone in the room undoing all the hard work it takes for you to soothe Chuuya.

"Let's just finish this meeting and then we can get out of here, okay baby?" You whisper in his ear, and the feeling of your breath against his skin draws his focus back to you. He nods once.

You both take a seat at the conference table and as if on cue, Mori walks in and starts to commence the meeting. You listen intently, but you can feel Chuuya's leg bouncing up and down, occasionally knocking against your knee. You reach a hand under the table and rest it on his knee, rubbing in slow circular motions. The bouncing slowly recedes and he places a hand over yours, giving it a squeeze. He doesn't let go of your hand the entire meeting.

Then Mori starts to conclude his business and Chuuya finally starts to relax, letting go of his tight hold on you. The executives start to get up but then you stand and clear your throat, causing Chuuya to freeze as you draw the attention of everyone in the room.

"Thanks for the lovely chat Mori, I'm sure we'll all do our best to do our part for the Port Mafia. Now before everyone goes, if I could please have your attention." You say sweetly, though your intentions are nothing but sweet.

Mori smirks and leans back in his chair, but he's intrigued so he nods at you to continue.

You get on top of the conference table, and slam a foot down loudly, your heel clanging hard against the solid surface, ensuring no one is looking away from you now. "I'm so glad I have all of your attention, I really really don't want you to miss this," You purr.

Then you clench your fists and everyone around you but Mori and Chuuya start to choke. Mori raises an eyebrow in amusement but he doesn't react much besides that. Chuuya however is shocked, his eyes widening at the sight. He has no idea what you're up to.

"I'm sure you all remember what my gift is right? I was thinking you might have forgotten because otherwise you wouldn't dare to gossip so freely in front of me. Need I remind you all that Chuuya and I are the strongest executives in this room? I'm sure Chuuya could've gotten the message across much quicker than I could with his powers, but you know me, I like a good, slow, torturous death. Anyway," You say, releasing your hold on their lungs, allowing them all to breathe again, "I was just hoping that in the future we could all play nice with one another and you could all stop giving my dear Chuuya such a hard time, yeah? Great. Good chat, can't wait to see you all at the next meeting if you're still alive by then." You wink and hop down from the table.

Then you turn towards Mori and hand him a stack of cash. Now it's his turn to be surprised. "And what's this for?" He asks.

"For the damage to your window, of course." You say matter-of-factly.

He tilts his head to the side, peering at the window behind you that appears to be in one piece. "What damage to my window?"

You stride over to it and kick it hard, shattering the glass. "This damage. Chuuya, baby, catch me will you?" You lean back and let gravity take hold of you, dropping out of the window and plummeting through the air.

He smirks and then flies after you.

The wind rustles your hair as you freefall down the length of the building and you laugh, spreading your arms as though you're flying. Then you feel strong arms wrapping around you and your fall slows.

"You really are some woman." He chuckles, pulling you closer to him and kissing your forehead.

"You looked like you wanted out of there fast, and the window seemed like the fastest option." You shrug.

He laughs again, shaking his head. "Damn you're crazy, you know that?"

You poke his nose. "But it's kinda hot don't you think?"

He smirks.

Before you have time to continue with your flirting, your cell phone beeps. You pull it out and read the message. Then you groan.

"I guess if you want something done right you have to do it yourself. Be a dear and drop me off at the harbor will you, love?"

Part two to come!

[simping4villains]

I may be a slut for the spiders, but they aren’t the only villains I simp for. Here’s a Shigaraki x Reader oneshot I wrote awhile back (well, it was supposed to be a oneshot but then I wrote a second part and now I might keep working on it, who knows?) Any way, it’s pretty wild, so read at your own risk.

Warnings: Mature content (heavy smut), degradation kink, praise kink, overstimulation, bondage, knife play, sadism/masochism

A/N: Yikes, I'm going to hell for this one. Hope y'all like it at least! <3

~~~~~

You were soaked to the bone with rainwater as you and Tomu pushed through the door of his apartment. It felt dreary even once he'd turned the lights on. You thought maybe this was why he hadn't let you see it in the almost four months that you'd been together.

There were a lot of things the two of you seemed to be on a delayed timeline for. You hadn't seen his apartment, you hadn't met any of his friends yet, and you still had yet to be intimate with one another.

You couldn't hold the last one against him, though. He'd always seemed afraid to touch you. You guessed it was because of his quirk. He was worried that he'd accidentally end up killing you if he wasn't careful, but you trusted him.

You had grown up around powerful quirks like his—well, not exactly like his. Your mother was a pro hero who went by Fahrenheit. She could regulate the temperature of the environment around her, able to sweat villains out of hostage situations or instantly create shards of ice to fight with if there was enough moisture in the air.

She had been killed by a group of villains when you were still fairly young, and your dad searched for comfort in the bottoms of beer bottles after losing her. Your Aunt Marci stepped in to raise you. She had never married or had any children of her own, that wasn't the kind of life she wanted for herself, but she never made you feel like a burden. You thought maybe she had a soft spot for you since you had her sister's eyes.

Or maybe it was the quirk that you had inherited from her. Your temperature quirk wasn't as powerful as your mother's had been. It was only limited to your own body. It wasn't something that would ever let you be a pro hero, not that that was what you wanted, but it did come in handy sometimes on chilly mornings.

After your mother's death, Aunt Marci did all she could to separate herself from the world of pro heroes. She didn't want any reminders that the villains who killed her sister were still at large. You remembered that she would always throw away the morning paper as soon as it arrived and there was never a TV in the small apartment that the two of you had shared. You didn't see the point in purchasing one when you'd finally gotten an apartment of your own.

Most people had given you strange looks when you'd told them that, but not Tomu. He seemed amused, commenting on how he admired the way you were trying to remain optimistic about the state of the world.

"Should I not be?" you'd asked him.

"I don't want to ruin the illusion." Was all that he'd said.

Tomura never made you feel strange about anything that you shared with him. Even when you'd told him you'd never played video games—something he seemed to enjoy—he just smiled and promised he'd teach you. That was what brought you to his apartment today.

He pulled his hood off of his head and shook out his hair, letting the wet locks fall lazily back into his face. He was beautiful. He never believed you when you told him, but that still didn't stop you from saying it. You weren't sure he'd heard it enough before meeting you.

"What are you looking at?" He asked when he caught you staring.

"Are you cold?" You asked, noticing that he was shivering. You were hoping that your gawking could be mistaken for concern. He didn't really seem to be in a mood to be called cute.

"I'll be fine."

"Don't be ridiculous," you said, pulling him closer and wrapping your arms around his torso so he could benefit from your quirk.

He seemed tense at first, almost uncomfortable, but relaxed into your embrace once your body heat radiated into his skin. He was still pretty hesitant about physical touch in any form. Again, because of his quirk. You were trying to help him become more comfortable with it. You trusted him enough to believe that he wouldn't hurt you.

You felt him wrap his arms around your shoulders, careful to keep his hands pointed away from you as he held you closer. He gently kissed the top of your head before nuzzling into your neck. Your heart skipped at the rare sign of affection.

"You're too good to me, y/n," he murmured.

You pulled away from him slightly, just enough to look at him, and pushed the hair away from his face so that your eyes met. "I'm not giving you anything less than what you deserve."

He shook his head. "I don't deserve you."

He tried to bury his face in your neck again, but you wouldn't let him. He was always trying to brush off any compliments or words of endearment that you gave him. It was like he didn't believe any of it, like he couldn't see himself the way that you did. You needed him to.

"Tomura, yes you do." You rested your hand on his cheek, cupping his jaw so that he couldn't look away. "You're a good person. I wouldn't love you if—"

You stopped yourself. That was another thing that hadn't come yet in your relationship. Neither of you had said the L-word and you didn't intend to be the first, you weren't sure how Tomura would react, but it had just sort of slipped out.

He was frozen before you, his expression unreadable.

You dropped your hand from his face and abruptly made an attempt to change the subject. "So, um, anyway, are you gonna show me around your place or what?"

Tomura hung your coats up by the door before leading you through his apartment, turning lights on as he went.

"This is the kitchen," he gestured to the room you'd entered by. "And this is the living room," he said. The two spaces flowed into each other. He crossed the room and bent down in front of the television, rummaging through the cabinets of the stand that it was rested on. "There are a few different systems we could play on. I'll let you pick the game that you want to—"

"Where's your bedroom?" You asked.

He looked back over his shoulder. "Oh. You wanted to see that too?"

You nodded.

He sighed and stood up. "Alright."

You followed him through a short hallway between the two rooms. On one side appeared to be a bathroom and a closet and on the other was his bedroom.

The only sources of light in his room seemed to be the LED lights that ran along the tops of his walls, and his computer monitor, though there were a few empty cans blocking the light at the bottom of the screen. In this dim lighting, you could see clothes strewn about on the floor. The walls were pretty bare and there was minimal furniture. He had told you before that he travelled a lot for work, so you figured it made sense that he hadn't done much decorating or anything.

He sat down on the unmade bed and watched as you looked around. "Is it what you expected?"

"More or less," you said.

He scratched at his neck. He had a habit of doing that when he was anxious. "I'm sorry it's such a mess. I didn't think you'd come in here."

You sat down beside him, setting a hand on his leg to try to comfort him. "It's alright. I don't mind."

When he didn't seem to calm down, you pulled his hand away from his neck, replacing it with your own and gently caressing his now-irritated skin. You could feel the ridges of the scars left by his nervous habit. You wished he wouldn't hurt himself like this.

You ran your hand along his shoulder and back up to his hair, lightly playing with it in an attempt to soothe him. It seemed to be working. He tilted his head back and hummed in satisfaction. You were suddenly aware of how close you were. Could this finally be your chance to make a move?

You tilted his face in your direction and leaned in to kiss him, but he stopped you.

"Y/n."

"What?" You asked, trying your best to adopt an innocent tone.

He frowned. "I know what you're doing. I'm sorry, but I can't. I don't want to hurt you."

"Tomu, I trust you. I have faith that you can control your quirk."

He shook his head. "That's not all that I'm worried about."

"I don't understand. What do you mean?"

He turned his body to you and grabbed your jaw harshly so that you were forced to look at him. Even sitting down, it still felt like he was towering over you, his presence suddenly intimidating instead of the usual gentle aura you'd grown so used to. This was an entirely different side of him.

His eyes went dark and he ran his thumb over your lips as he spoke. "I won't be able to hold myself back, not with you. I want to break you, to watch tears stream down your face as you beg for mercy. I want you to scream my name until your throat burns. I won't be satisfied until I've completely ruined you."

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you blinked in surprise. This was the absolute last thing you'd expected from him. Why was it always the quiet ones?

He dropped his hand. "So, it's probably best if we don't—"

You shut him up with a kiss. You were tired of him having these negative thoughts that he wasn't enough or that his way of showing affection wouldn't work for you. You needed him to understand that he was all you longed for.

"I'm yours, Tomura," you said, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip. "You can have me however you want me. I'm not afraid."

He pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him.

"However I want, huh?" he murmured beside your ear. You could hear the smirk in his voice. "You might end up regretting those words."

He bit the tender skin of your neck before sucking the same spot until it bruised. He repeated this a few more times, being careful to space the marks out so your neck was fully covered. He didn't want his hard work to be so easily hidden.

You couldn't help but moan at the sensation. You had waited so long for this and his touch was absolutely intoxicating.

He gave a satisfied hum in return. "Mm, I like that."

You felt him growing beneath you and began slowly moving your hips back and forth, trying to get even the smallest amount of friction between the two of you. He responded to your movements with an amused laugh.

"Eager, are we?"

Your cheeks started to burn. How desperate you must have seemed. What did he think of you now?

"You don't have to be embarrassed," he said as if reading your mind. He leaned back on his elbows so that he could get a better look at you. "Keep going, you needy slut."

You couldn't bring yourself to do it. You hadn't been able to control yourself before, but now that he was watching you, you felt even more self conscious.

He sighed impatiently and sat back up, grabbing your hips with only four fingers on each hand, careful not to use his quirk on you. He started rocking your hips back and forth. You couldn't help the moans that escaped your throat.

"That's it. Let me hear how bad you want it. Don't hold back for me."

He pressed sloppy kisses to your lips as he helped you fuck yourself closer to release. You knew your climax wouldn't come like this, though. It wouldn't be enough.

"Tomura," you breathed between kisses.

"Yes, baby?" He moved down your neck, kissing and biting the tender flesh once more. The sensation sent heat through your body.

"I-I need—"

He cut you off with a harsh bite. "What do you need?"

"I need—"

He did it again. "What, baby? Just say it and it's yours." Even the feeling of his breath on your neck was driving you wild. He knew what he was doing. He would keep toying with you for as long as he wanted, probably never giving in. It was cruel.

"More," you managed before he had the chance to interrupt you with his teasing.

He stopped moving your hips completely. "I don't know. You didn't ask very nicely. In fact, it seemed more like a demand." He reached up and grabbed your hair, pulling your head back. A sharp hiss passed through your teeth at the sudden pain. "You don't get to make demands."

"Tomura, please," you begged. "I need you."

He hummed. "Please? That's more like it."

He grabbed at the material of your shirt and pants and you watched as they both turned to ash before flitting away into nothingness. Then, he did the same to his own clothes, so that all that separated you was the thin material of his boxers and your panties.

You could feel everything now, and it made you impatient. You started to rock against him, but he grabbed you, holding you still.

"Not yet," he whispered to you, kissing down your neck slowly until he reached your chest. His lips lightly traced the edge of your bra before he reached around to unhook it, pushing it off of your shoulders and throwing it to the floor. His eyes roamed your now almost-entirely exposed body, taking in every curve and dip before meeting your own gaze. "You're so beautiful," he said, leaning in for a kiss, but stopping just before he reached your lips. He grabbed your jaw and turned your head to the side, licking a stripe up your neck. "I can't wait to ruin you."

You gasped as his fingers pushed your panties aside, sliding through your folds. The hand that was on your jaw moved to put pressure on your throat while Tomu's mouth explored your breasts, sucking and biting at your nipples. The sensations all came together in harmony, pulling moans from you and nearly setting your body on fire. You couldn't help but buck your hips against his hand, desperate for release.

You felt him laugh against your chest. "Such an impatient little slut."

He dipped two fingers inside of you, keeping his thumb on your clit. His long digits found your sensitive spot almost instantly, abusing it as they pumped in and out of you at a rapid pace. This, combined with the quick circles he was drawing over your clit, had you seeing stars, threatening to send you over the edge at any moment.

You grabbed at his shoulders, at his hair, at anything you could reach to ground yourself. "Tomura—fuck—don't stop!"

You felt four fingers leave your throat to grab your ass, digging in so tightly that they were sure to leave bruises. Tomura kissed you again, running his tongue against your lips and using one of your moans as an opportunity to explore your mouth.

Finally, the knot in your stomach snapped and your orgasm washed over you in powerful waves. You melted against Tomura, trying to catch your breath as you came down from your high.

But he didn't stop. He didn't even slow down.

"T-Tomu," you whimpered. You could feel the faint sensation of another knot building, despite the irritation you felt from the overstimulation. "Why aren't you stopping?"

"I told you not to make demands," he said, his voice cold.

"What?"

"You said 'don't stop.' This is what happens when you don't listen, when you don't ask for the things that you want."

Panic settled in as you realized that this was his way of punishing you.

He coaxed another orgasm out of you, quicker than before. Your legs quivered and a numb pain was building in your core from too much stimulation, but still, he pressed on. Your third and fourth orgasms came quicker, and without as much satisfaction. It was all too much, bordering unbearable.

"Tomu," you begged, "please stop."

You whimpered against his shoulder, head buried in his neck as your nails dug into his back. Tears were burning trails down your cheeks. You could feel a fifth orgasm building, but you didn't want it. You couldn't go through another one so soon.

"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked.

You nodded against him. "Yes, I'm so sorry. Please, it's too much." His hand pulled away from you just before you reached another orgasm. You sighed in relief, barely able to believe that he'd actually listened. "Thank you," you whispered, letting more tears fall.

He pulled you back by your hair so he could look at you. This was exactly what he'd wanted. "Aw baby, look at what a mess you are." He leaned in and licked the tears off of your cheeks. "Do you need a break before I fuck you?"

You nodded, not imagining how you could handle taking him right now. You were still far too overstimulated, it would only hurt.

"Alright," he said, brushing away the hair that had been plastered to your face with sweat. "Get on your knees, then."

You felt your eyes widen in shock, but you did as he said. You didn't want to risk finding out what would happen if you refused.

He stood before you and pulled down his boxers so that you were face to face with his cock. The angry, red tip was already leaking precum. He was so hard that he was practically throbbing.

"Well?" He asked impatiently.

You tentatively wrapped a hand around his shaft, giving a few strokes and running your thumb along the tip. He let out a hiss that told you you were doing something right. You parted your lips and pressed your tongue to his base, licking a stripe up his length before taking him in your mouth. You bobbed your head and swirled your tongue around his tip, slowly building up a rhythm.

He moaned and grabbed your hair, pulling it back into a ponytail to keep it out of your face. You looked up at him in appreciation, meeting his gaze.

He smirked. "Three taps to stop, alright?"

You didn't have a chance to process what he'd meant when he suddenly shoved the rest of his length down your throat. You gagged around him, shocked by the sudden intrusion. He didn't even give you enough time to adjust before he started fucking your face, snapping his hips at an alarming rate.

You were choking on him, digging your nails into your palms to cope with the pain as tears pricked your eyes once more. His moans filled the room. You looked up to see his eyes were fluttered shut, his brow furrowed in concentration as he chased his release. That sight alone made it all worth it.

His movements became more erratic, hips starting to stutter, which told you he was close. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth before he came, painting the back of your throat with hot ropes of cum. Finally, he pulled out, with a string of saliva and other fluids connecting your lips with his tip. You gasped for air, filling your deprived lungs.

He ran a few fingers under your chin, tilting your head up so he could look at you. Then, swiping his thumb across your lips, cleaning up some of the mess he'd made, he said, "Such a good little whore," admiring how absolutely ruined you looked now with tears and mascara running down your face.

But he wasn't done with you yet. Not even close.

"Get on the bed," he snapped.

You scrambled to your feet, legs still unsteady from the multiple orgasms he'd given you. You apparently weren't fast enough in following his orders, because he shoved you over the side of the bed, burying your face in the mattress. You heard the drawer of his nightstand open, followed by the sounds of him rummaging through, looking for something, and finally the drawer closed again.

"What's your safe word?" he asked. Your heart started racing as you felt him binding your wrists together with a thin rope.

"Safe word?" You echoed, your voice muffled by his comforter.

"Yeah." He gave the rope a final tug and ran the tips of his fingers up your spine, making you shiver. "So I know to stop if it's too much."

You lifted your head and looked around. Your gaze landed on his computer screensaver. It was a tree that cycled through the four seasons.

"How about 'foliage'?"

He laughed. "Foliage?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, that's fine. Just don't forget it."

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs, helping you step out of them. You heard his boxers drop on the floor shortly after.

You felt him standing behind you again. You had goosebumps on your skin, not because you were cold, but because you were fully exposed to him now.

He ran his hand between your legs, dipping his fingers through your folds. "Mm, still so wet. You're so desperate."

He pulled his hand away and brought it down hard on your ass. You gave a small yelp of shock, but secretly liked the way it stung. He replaced the hand between your legs with his cock, grinding it back and forth against you. You whined at his teasing.

"What's wrong?" He asked. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You didn't want to answer. Everything he'd said about you being a desperate slut was true, but you didn't want to admit it, especially since you expected he'd only continue to deprive you if he knew how badly you needed him.

He smacked your ass again when you didn't answer. "I asked you a question."

You bit your lip to hold back another sharp cry. "Nothing's wrong."

"You're a terrible liar. There's something on your mind." He grabbed your hair and yanked you back so that he spoke directly next to your ear. "Tell me what it is."

"I. . . I want you."

He dropped you back on the bed, continuing to tease between your legs. "You have me, baby. I'm all yours."

"You know that's not what I mean."

"Ohhh," he pretended to have just realized what he'd known the whole time. "You mean you want me in here?" He teased your entrance with his tip.

"Yes," you sighed.

"Then why didn't you just ask?"

He slowly pushed into you, filling you up and stretching you out. If your hands had been by your head, you would've been gripping the bed sheets, but they were tied behind your back, so you settled for digging your nails into your palms.

Once he was all the way in, he stilled, giving your walls a moment to adjust to his size. Then he grabbed the rope that bound your wrists and started fucking you like he hated you. You bit the bedsheets, trying to keep yourself from crying out, but your attempts were futile.

"What are you whining for? I'm giving you what you wanted."

His strokes were rough and merciless and you wondered how this could be the same man who always touched you like he might break you. This was a side of Tomura you had never seen, a side you had never believed existed.

You loved it.

You gasped in protest when he pulled out of you, which resulted in him smacking your ass again and telling you to stop complaining, ordering you to get on your back in the middle of the bed. He helped you bring your bound arms around in front of you. Then he climbed over you and pinned them above your head before sinking into you once more.

Your back arched against the mattress, toes curling. You loved this angle. You loved the feeling of his body on yours, you loved getting to look at him, and you loved the way he groaned as he used you.

"That's it. What a good little slut you are," he said, grazing the shell of your ear with his teeth.

He untied your wrists and pulled one of your legs over his shoulder and suddenly he was hitting your most sensitive spot with every stroke, pounding it with a brutal force.

"Fuck! Tomura!" You threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut as you were overwhelmed with pleasure.

He grabbed you by the neck and jolted you forward again. "Hey, I want you to look at me."

You nodded, focusing on his bright scarlet eyes. He was so fucking beautiful. How could he not see if?

He squeezed your throat. "Say you're mine."

"I-I'm yours," you choked out.

You were starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy, but oh, so warm and tingly too. All that kept you grounded was the feeling of Tomura fucking you relentlessly. And then, as he let go of your throat and you felt the intoxicating rush of oxygen returning to your brain, there was the sharp sting of a blade against your thigh.

A deep moan erupted from your chest. It should've hurt, but you had too much adrenaline from being choked, so it only added to your pleasure. Your hands flew to his shoulders, digging small crescents into his skin with your nails.

"Say it again." Tomura's fingers were once more wrapped around your throat.

As sick as it was, you were hoping for the same outcome. "I'm y—"

"No, not that," he snapped. The ice behind his gaze melted for just a second, and in that moment you saw your sweet, gentle Tomu in his eyes. To hide it, he bent down and nipped at your ear. "Say you love me."

You were glad he couldn't see your reaction. You were suddenly embarrassed. He hadn't said it back earlier and now he was using it against you? It felt almost cruel, but still you obeyed.

"I love you."

He released his hand from your throat and dragged another cut along your thigh.

"Shit," you breathed, digging your nails deeper into his skin.

He laughed. "You like that, don't you?"

You nodded, still coming back down from the high.

He shook his head, running his hand through your hair. "God, I fucking love you."

Your lips met in a frenzied passion. It was sloppy and wet, but you had never had a more perfect kiss.

He moved his hand between the two of you, circling your clit again with his thumb.

You flinched, worried you'd end up with another repeat of what had happened earlier.

As if reading your mind, he rested his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes, trying to comfort you. Even his tone was more gentle as he spoke. "It's okay, baby, no more games. You've been so good. I just want you to cum with me. Can you do that?"

"Yes." You had felt the pressure in your stomach for a while. You thought for sure it would snap with that last cut he made, but you surprised yourself and resisted.

He sped up his pace. You could tell he was growing closer as his thrusts became more erratic. Still, he kept working your bundle of nerves and swirling his hips to maximize your pleasure. You were so close to the edge, you weren't sure how much longer you could hold on.

"Tomura," you whimpered.

"I'm almost there, baby, I promise. You're being—mm fuck—so good."

After a few more thrusts, he held you close to him and you felt his cock twitch inside of you, filling you with his seed. At the same time, your orgasm rippled through your body, causing your walls to clench around him. You raked your nails down his back as you cried out his name.

He rested his weight on you and nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing heavily against you as he recovered. After a moment like this, he rolled to the side, wrapping an arm around your waist and resting his head on your chest. You lightly brushed your fingers through his hair, to which he hummed his approval.

"I meant it, you know," he murmured.

"What?" you asked.

"I really do love you. I'm sorry I don't show it."

"You do," you said. "In your own way."

"I just worry it's not enough for you."

You tilted his head up so that he was forced to look at you. "Tomura. . . you will always be enough for me."

He smiled and squeezed you tight, rolling back on top of your body so that he was completely crushing you. You couldn't help but giggle at his sudden playfulness. You loved this side of him.

After cuddling for a bit, he helped you clean up. You were searching the floor for your clothes when you remembered that they were gone.

"So, do I get to steal your clothes since you decayed mine?"

He smirked. "That was what I'd hoped, yeah. Take whatever you want from the dresser and i'll meet you out in the living room when you're done changing. I'm just gonna run to the bathroom and finish cleaning up."

You opened up his drawers and grabbed the first sweatshirt and pair of sweatpants that you found. They were too big for you, but they smelled like Tomu. Once you were dressed you made your way out to the other room and decided you'd try to set the game up. It couldn't be that hard to figure out, right?

You grabbed the remote from the coffee table and hit the power button. The tv flashed on to the middle of an evening news program. The woman on the screen was talking about recent attacks done by a group called The League of Villains. You were just about to change the channel when a familiar face popped up on the screen.

"The authorities are still on the lookout for the leader of the radical villain group, who they've identified as Tomura Shigaraki. If you see him in public, contact local police immediately. It goes without saying that he is incredibly dangerous and you should avoid approaching him at all costs."

Your heart dropped. You could hardly believe that Tomura, the man you loved, was a villain, but the leader of what seemed to be the most infamous villain group nonetheless? You felt betrayed. You felt tricked. But above all, you felt terrified as you realized you didn't know him at all.

"What are you watching?"

You turned to find him leaning against the wall behind you. His eyes were dark. You didn't know how long he'd been there, but you had a feeling that he could read your mind in that moment. He knew that his true identity was no longer a secret to you.

"I just. . . it just came on. I'm not really watching it. You know I wouldn't pay attention to any of this. I wouldn't want to ruin my optimistic view of the world."

You laughed, trying to make the last part seem light, but it sounded strangled, giving you away.

Tomura pushed off the wall, approaching you slowly. In the background, the newscaster was still reporting about the League's recent activity. She kept saying his name. You really wished she'd just shut the hell up and move onto the next segment.

When he reached you, he wrapped four fingers around your throat. "Are you afraid of me now?"

"Afraid? No, I—"

"You think I'm a monster?"

"Not at all!"

"Then tell me you still love me."

You were suddenly aware that the only thing that stood between you and death was his fifth finger hovering mere inches above your skin.

"Tomura, of course I do."

He tightened his hold. "Say it."

"I-I love you."

His eyes flicked between yours, searching for any sign of dishonesty. Your hands reached for him, gliding up his body in an effort to convince him.

"I love you," you repeated, cupping his jaw and running your thumbs over his skin.

You pulled him into a kiss, hoping that might convince him. But it felt wrong. You were tense and suddenly aware of the fact that the same hands that held you had been used to kill.

You weren't sure you could ever look at him the same way.

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Horror charaters x A bone obsessed Y/N

I did this for all my animal bone collector horror fans (Myself included) 🖤🦴

Characters include- Asa Emory, The Sinclair brothers, Bubba Sawyer and Thomas Hewitt!

It's Sfw!

Warnings- there is a part skinning animals, I'll let y'all know when that part will come up!

Enjoy 🖤

Asa Emory-

It's Asa so of course he's going to love the fact that you love animal bones.

💜 (scroll to heart # 2 this is the mention of skinning animals part!!!) Every time one of Asa's victims' pet dies due to one of his traps or one of his dogs dies or he finds a dead animal, he doesn't like to waste. Asa makes sure the animal is dead before he loads them up and takes them to his workspace, he'll de-skin and clean up the bones for you to keep. If the animal was a bird or something small he'll try and make a necklace with them. He won't tell you how or where he got the bones.

💜 He will definitely try getting you into insects/bugs exoskeleton, he will pull up another chair and teach you how to pin the animals wings and how to frame them for display. He's rather patient with you, and if you enjoy it you and him will have a little weekly date doing that exactly.

💜 Asa would always be on high look out for animal bones as he stalks his next victims. (One time he found a box of animal bones in one of his victims room and took them to give to you on your birthday🖤)

💜 When y'all move in together he will set up the coolest room ever, framed bugs on the wall, cool animal bone decor, and a bone pillow, as a little surprise.

Vincent Sinclair-

He finds your bone obsession to be cute tbh.

💚 He will make you little wax skeleton of your favorite animal. You just came home from helping Lester with Jonesy and you just see Vincent waddling up to you to hand you it. (He's more excited to give you your gift than anything else in the entire world)

💚 Vincent may not leave the house often but Lester does. So every day Vincent asks Lester to try and find some animal bones so that he can wrap them up in a little bouquet.

💚 He makes it a habit to search the bodies before he covers them in wax, he knows people wear shark teeth, alligator teeth and sometimes bones quite a bit.

💚 Once he figured out what was your favorite skeleton he told Bo to take you out to eat somewhere, head to the store for food and let you help in the shop for the day. He told Lester to pick up very specific shades of room paint. (I headcannon that Vincent has trained Lester's eyes to tell the difference between 2 colors that barely have a difference.) Once Lester came back he started painting a detailed mural on the wall.

Bo Sinclair-

Doesn't mind the bones obsession.

💙Bo trys to make him out to be "oh ok." And does nothing about the obsession kind of guy but he fails at that so badly.

💙 "Hey babe, I got you some of these bone shaped candies because you have a weird obsession." (He has to throw a small insult in there or he will literally explode)

💙Bo will sit in the shop all day and work on carving a little bone design into a peice of metal to make a ring/bracelet for you. (Vincent provided the drawings for him to make the ring/bracelet)

💙 This Mother fucker is a good pick pocketer and thief. Every time he sees someone wearing bones he will figure out a way to get it and give it to you.

Lester Sinclair-

Lester is Lester.

❤️He will feed into your obsession the most.

❤️ Every. Single. Day. He will bring you baskets of animal bones (Most of them are teeth)

❤️ Lester would carve you and him matching animal bone knifes, you can't convince me otherwise.

❤️ He would buy you a Lego animal bone set, I can't unsee it. (Most likely one of the dinosaur ones)

Bubba Sawyer-

He misunderstood the assignment a bit

💛 you made the slight mistake of not specifically telling him what bones you exactly liked, so he brings you human bones.

💛 Once you correct him and tell him you ment animal bones he made it his mission to search every single spot for one.

💛 on every note he left you there will be a very tiny animal tooth attached to it.

💛 he'll forget sometimes and accidentally give you human bones again

Thomas Hewitt-

Has a bone obsession too.

🧡 He too has a bone obsession and he made a little case dedicated to y'all's obsession.

🧡 Like Bubba he will not get the assignment unless specifically told animal bones.

🧡 ever since you moved in with the Hewitts you've noticed more and more bone decor. (Tommy just wants you to this the house is nice)

🧡 He got a *your favorite animal* skull tattoo because it reminds him of you <3

Authors note- Hello hello 👋 I hope you enjoyed! Requests are open!!!! Have a lovely day<3

Ps. @stitcheswashere13 was my old account that had a lot of problems with, if you liked my content of there and wondered where I went I'm now here!

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@inukag-week day 3!

Theme: Bickering

"Can't Win For Losing"

“IF I GOTTA HEAR YOUR WHINING ONE MORE TIME I'M GONNA RIP MY EARS OFF AND THROW ‘EM AT YOU!” 

“WELL IF I HAVE TO WATCH YOU SCRATCH YOUR ASS BEFORE CLEANING THE NIGHTS DINNER I'LL JUST USE YOUR EARS TO THROW UP IN!” 

Sango and Miroku sat, side by side, their heads turning to each combatant as they screamed towards each other. 

“I've got one mon on Kagome throwing things first.” Sango whispered, bringing a bite of rice to her mouth as she leaned to the monk. 

“You're a cleaver one, slayer. But I'll bet one mon that our hot headed friend gets sat before anything starts to fly.” Miroku countered, pinching a bite of mackerel in his chopsticks and downing it. 

“Y’all are BOTH wrong” a third voice chirped, causing their eyes to drop from the raging duo before them to between them. 

“I bet all my trinkets that he's gonna say something stupid that makes her grab her stuff and high tail it for the well.” The redhead nodded, accepting a fish cake from Sango's outstretched hand. “Oh, thank you “

“You're in.” the schemers say, in unison. 

Turning back to the show, they tune back in right as Kagome starts pointing at Inuyasha with her hairbrush. 

“And ANOTHER THING. If I have to root around another oni brain for a jewel shard that IS CLEARLY VISIBLE, I'm gonna WIPE ALL IT'S BRAIN GUTS ON THAT RATS NEST YOU CALL HAIR!” Kagome hollered, waggling the potential projectile in her hand, accusatory in all manners possible. 

“Oh, well EXCUSE ME, Miss Prim and Perfect refuses to get her fuckin hands dirty like the rest of us! How are you gonna complain when you only have ONE JOB to do? The rest of us are doin ten times what your ass does!” 

Eyes dart back and forth, breath barely concealed behind chopstick covered lips. 

“Oh. So THAT'S how you feel! Sorry I wasn't born a priestess and made to swear my life away to service! MY BAD that I wasn't trained how to shoot DEMONS out of the sky by the time I was ten! I was in PRIMARY SCHOOL. Where I learned to READ.” The high schooler mocked, hands on her hips as she leaned forward. 

“Kikyo never complained this much over doin shit she was supposed to do..” 

“Oh, shit” the trio whispered as one. 

Waiting, Miroku was sure this was going to be an easy win, and began to hold out his hand for his winnings when Kagome surprised them all. 

Standing straight, she nodded her head. 

“You're right. She probably didn't. That's why you two are PERFECT for one another. Cause she's willing to take your bullshit and YOU'RE ONLY INTO SUBMISSIVE DEAD GIRLS.” 

Turning on her heel, Kagome snatches her yellow backpack off of the fallen log it was sitting on. Shoving things inside, she shoves an entire rice ball in her mouth before letting out a tight “HMMGPH!” and setting out towards East… and towards the Bone Eater's Well. 

Scrambling hanyou feet followed with a much less heated, “ Wait… Kagome…I didn't mean it like that!” as he dissapeared behind her into the woods. 

“Pay up, losers.” 

The remaining pair look down to see the little kitsune with nothing short of a shit-eating grin, both tiny palms out. 

Sighing, the humans deposit each a single metal disk into his hands. 

“Y'all grownups shouldn't gamble. It's bad for your wallets.” 

The boy chuckles, tucking back into his dinner as the slayer and monk mumble behind him, just two more sore losers in the game he knew as “love”

[mchlgayser]

ONE HAPPY DAY!

starring: jude bellingham x female!reader

warning: none

author's note: once again, I am happy with my artwork, that are like a pile of rubbish to me bfr, thanks to you guys that has been requesting, literally I love y'all sm xx & not proofread

the request: can you do an imagine on bellingham pls ? they’re married and are having a day at home with their kids ?

requested by: @crndsblog

song suggestion: romantic lover by eyedress

The bed is being bounced up and down, the twins is having their best time jumping around the bed, and you was the first to woke up 'Guys, what're you doing?'

The older of the two, Amelia was the first to said 'Waking you up of course! Come on mom get up!' Aidan giggle jumping off the bed bringing your other daughter who's two years old at the moment, Sophia

He hop her off at you and you laugh 'It was eight, leave us alone!' You mentioned putting the baby girl right next to her father who was sleeping like a log. Jude move slightly and bring his hand to caught his younger daughter in his arm, he was still sleeping but smiling. You can't helped but smile at the scene and pet the two's head

'Come on, let your sister have her time with dad, I'll help you with your breakfast.' You take both of their hands and tread downstairs to the kitchen 'What do you want today? Casual or do you want me to cook something?'

They were looking at each other first before yelling in sync 'Half-cooked eggs and toasted bread!' You snort, bringing your hand down to your daughter's cheek and pinching her softly 'But we had that the day, day before..'

'But that was the day, day before. We wanted it again.' You don't want to argue with two of these bone-heads six year old so you bobbed 'Alright, sit down and don't get up until I told you so.' You said, with a pretend stern tone.

You tied your hair up in order to make sure that any hairs won't get in the food, and wearing your apron.

'Morning my sunshine...' A familiar voice croaks, Jude is on the stairs with Sophia in his arms, she was babbling incoherent words while playing with his hair 'Morning babe' You went to kiss him for a quick second and coo at the girl 'Who's my beautiful baby girl!' She yelped with a giggle left her rosy lip

You gave her a boop on the nose and went back to making breakfast.

The breakfast went by quick, Jude left with the twin to their shared room to help them bath and you with Sophia 'Up we go!' You raced upstairs as she giggling non-stop, her drools is all over her face as she wiped it using her bawling hands

'We need to get you shower Soph,' You peck her temple and began undressing her 'Who's the good girl!' You tickle her side and she laugh along with you.

-

It was now three, the twin is playing puzzles with their dad while you and Sophia settled beside them watching them solve the 100 puzzle pieces.

'Jude darling, me and Sophia wanted to go to the back yard alright?' He hums taking your chin to give you a gentle kiss 'We'll be there soon.'

This time, you hum 'Do not rush the kids.' You pick up your youngest daughter and bring her outside to play, and wearing her favorite shoes 'Let's go, Sophia!' You began running barefoot, she was having a hard time catching after you and you laugh harder when she trips 'Careful baby, slowly....' She slowly gets up and ball her hands multiple times with her hands stretched out

'That's right, come on!' Again, she trips but Jude caught her in time 'Easy there pretty girl,' She yelped squishing his cheeks and pulled 'Ouch Sophia, ouch' She laugh, throwing her head back

'Dad let's play football!' Amelia exclaimed, ball in hand. Aidan huff 'Let's do something else! Football isn't that interesting anyway.' He rolled his eyes at the elder, Amelia stick her tongue out at him 'You are just envious that I am better than you!'

'Am not'

She huff turning her back away from the younger and get her dad's hand 'Let's go dad!' Aidan get the other hand and fight 'No! Let's go do something else!' They started their cat and dog fight while you watch along with Sophia in amusement

'Let go of my dad's hand'

'Judey is my dad you mice!' You stood up 'Alright, that's it' You separated the two by pulling both of their ear and they yelped in pain 'Ow, let go mom!' They both scream, clearly still in pain 'Not until you two apologize.' You pointed out Fine.' They synced, you lets go and sigh 'Good, now let's go Jude.' You grab his hand bringing him to the bench near the pond and sat down, you hand him Sophia as you watch the two getting along and hugs each other

'Those two..' You beamed, Jude hold your temple and bring your head over his shoulder, you flinch but soon enough, relaxed into the touch, he clasp your hand in his and kissed the back of your palm 'I love you, thanks for this beautiful gift Y/n.' You smiled 'You're welcome...?'

You winced in pain when Sophia yanked your hair down 'Ouch Sophia, that hurts!' She laugh, 'You wanted their attention so bad Sophia?' Aidan put both of his palm over his waist with a judging face 'Yeah, they were our parents?' Amelia continued, Sophia did a face tilting her head aside 'But I assume we can share? Right Dan?'

'Sure!' They both jogs over to you and you all hugs 'This is warm!' Exclaimed Amelia 'Shut up Ame, you are ruining the moment!' You cackled hugging them tighter whilst Jude bring his hand all over the four over you 'I love you all my sunshines.'

[according2thelore]

I think I can speak for everyone following you that we would LOVE to know your thoughts on that scene. The one of Dean apologizing to Sam about not sticking up for him more when they were kids cuz John would send him away. I can picture it in my head, the first time it happened- Dean's confusion and hurt, then his desperation when he realizes John is serious. Fuuuuck plsplspls spam our feed.

referring to this post here!

since i was lucky enough to have two people who are willing to listen to me ramble, i have made this one into a little narrative!! y'all are seriously spoiling me over here. <3

-lizzy

"what did i tell you?"

"dad--"

"no." john cuts him off, sharp. he looks up at dean. "i gave you specific goddamn instructions. what did i tell you?" dean almost can't look at him. he feels withered down, like the ficus in the motel lobby--years old, bone dry, more dead than alive.

"you told me to keep a low profile while you were gone."

"and what did you do?"

dean winces.

"i snuck sam into the movies, and we got caught by the manager."

it was supposed to be fun. sam wanted to see the new frankenstein movie, and dean was bored. they didn't have movie theater money, but dean didn't think that should stop them.

dean's only fifteen, but he should know better. and really, he does. but the week had been long and boring without school or work to distract them, and sam never asks for anything.

they got caught by the manager as they tried to sneak into the movie in the theater next door, and were only able to escape with sam's quick thinking. dad found the empty boxed candy in the trashcan when he got home tonight, and knew they didn't have candy or movie money.

dad had been able to haggle for an extra motel room in this town, so sam was sitting in the motel room he and dean were sharing next door, after dad had given a stern, "you're on knife sharpening duty. if i can't cut a piece of paper with every knife in that room, you're running laps until you throw that damn candy up, you hear me?"

sam had stomped off, huffy, but dean knows he'll have those knives gleaming in no time.

dean also knows that it's him who's going to get his ass handed to him, because he's the one who was supposed to know better. he's the example. as soon as sam had left, they'd sat in silence for a few minutes to give dean time to squirm. but it looks like dad is ready to show his hand.

dad looks at him for a long moment, assessing. dean feels about an inch tall, but refuses to shift like his limbs are screaming to. he cannot show dad any more guilt or nervousness than dad already has access to. dean refuses to be cowed, even though he very much is.

finally, dad looks away, and begins reorganizing papers on the motel dresser. he's putting some sheets in a manilla folder, and crinkling up others for the trash.

dean can still feel his heartbeat in his cheeks, and knows better than to feel relief that dad's eyes aren't on him anymore.

"there's a haunting down in lubbock." dad says, and he turns around, handing dean the folder. dean takes it, hestitantly.

what?

he flicks it open, and sure enough, there are a few newspaper clippings about a banker's death, and statements from police. dean recognizes bobby's scrawled handwriting, and knows dad must've gotten this in the mail earlier.

something's not right, but dean doesn't know quite what it is yet. anxiety gnaws on his stomach, but he nods slowly. he starts to turn, ready to go back to the other motel room and debrief with sam.

a new leaf will be good, dean reasons. dad usually leaves aggravations in the towns they occur in, like the wounds they receive and the people they save snap out of existence as soon as they hit the county line. maybe this will disappear, too.

"okay. i'll go get sammy--"

"no. sam's not going anywhere." dad cuts him off. dean turns back around, startled. dad's eyes are hard.

dean swallows. it's unusual to leave sammy behind. it's not unheard of, though. sometimes, if it's a really hard or dangerous case, they'll drop sammy off at another hunter's house and pick him up in a few days. maybe dad's expecting this one to get hot.

dad used to drop both of them off, but dean hasn't been left behind since he turned thirteen.

"okay..." dean says slowly. "then let me go get him ready for pastor jim's and tell him when we'll be back."

he starts to leave again, on edge and eager to escape the menace that comes off of dad like a heatwave.

"'we're' not going anywhere." dad says, tone flat.

"we're...not?"

"no. you're doing this one. by yourself."

dean startles.

"but dad--"

"sir. you're calling me sir. if you want to act like an adult, i'm going to treat you like one."

"i said i was sorry!" dean protests, but dad's jaw ticks in annoyance at his whiny tone. "i'm sorry. i really am, sir. i didn't mean to go behind your back."

"but you did. and i need to know i can trust you, dean. this isn't a goddamn vacation." dad moves back to sit down on the side of the bed, leaning forward and looking at dean intently. "i need you sharp, i need you focused, and i need you to listen when i fucking tell you things."

dean is still spiralling. he's never been on a case by himself before. he guesses he'll never truly have a legal driver's license, but he's not even old enough for one yet. he's fifteen.

how the hell is he going to get witnesses to talk to him? how the hell is he supposed to drive the six hours over to lubbock by himself? and salt a ghost?

every part of this order seems impossible. dean can't dig up a grave by himself. it would take hours. a day, even. how is he supposed to do that without getting caught? no librarian will give him access to city records. he'll have to sleep in the car--no one in their right mind would book a motel room out to a kid.

and what if he gets in trouble? dad can't bail him out. they might transport dean to another city with a better juvie before he can get a call out to dad that he got arrested.

dean can feel his heartbeat in his tongue.

"do i make myself clear?" dad asks, but dean doesn't answer. no, he doesn't. he doesn't make himself clear. dean can't do it. "do i make myself clear?"

his voice is harder the second time. dean swallows.

"yes, sir."

"good. caleb will be a few hours away if you need help, but i expect you to handle this by yourself." dean is relieved to hear that caleb will be around, but dad's second statement is the real order. dean's alone on this one. "i need you gone for a few days."

"where will you be?" dean asks. what changed? why is dean doing this by himself?

"i've got a ghoul up in oklahoma. i'll also be headed out."

this--more than anything else that's happened tonight--alarms him.

"what about sam?" dean asks.

sam's not ready to stay by himself. he's eleven. dean knows intimately how dangerous it is for sam to be left alone. dean still has dreams about the striga, about sammy's pale face behind the cage of dad's protective arms.

"i've left some money on the table. he can fend for himself for a few days--kid's seen worse." dad says, nodding over at the kitchen table. dad is back to all-casual, like this is a regular conversation. dean looks over, and barely resists the urge to count the money. how much is it? $40? $50? dean won't be comfortable until sammy has at least $150, but he doesn't know if they have the resources enough for that.

how is he going to make money, if the--what looks like from--$35 run dry?

"you want him to stay by himself?" dean asks, just to confirm. there's no way he's understanding this correctly. dad wouldn't do that.

he's strict, and he can be harsh, but he wouldn't leave sammy alone for days. right?

"dean." dad says, and it's his annoyed tone. his shut up, kid tone. his we're done talking about this tone. dean feels panic, sharp and hot and tight, shoving its way up his spine.

his entire body feels shaky. dad's going to do it.

he's going to leave sam alone. he's going to take sam away from him. as punishment. as a fucking punishment.

"dad...please. i don't think sammy's ready. i promise i'll go on this hunt as soon as you come back. the second you're finished, i'll head out, i will." dad's expression continues to darken, so dean rushes all of his words out at once, hoping to stop dad's protest before it can come out. "i promise dad, you won't see me at all. i'm not trying to get out of it. we shouldn't leave sam by himself."

dean holds his breath. dad has to see reason, he has to.

"are you questioning my direct order, again?"

dean's stomach falls through his shoes.

"dad, please," dean begs.

"dean--"

"i don't think he's ready--"

"do not talk back to me--"

"dad, please! he's just a kid, he's going to be scared--he's not ready for this!" dean pleads, because sam's not. he has nightmares more nights than not.

dad's hunt might be quick, but dean's is not going to be. dean desperately tries to run scenarios in his head of getting this case done in twelve hours, so he can be home in less than twenty-four, but there's no way he could.

"are you ready for this?" dad asks, and his eyebrow is raised. dean is stopped in his tracks. the words don't sound right.

"sir?"

"is all this because you're scared? you're not ready?" dad doesn't say it like dean thinks he means to. it's a challenge. a pitying, aw is the baby scared? it's a you-better-not-be.

and honestly? yes. a little bit. dean is fifteen. he's not ready to drive six hours away to gank a ghost by himself. he's done recon and research and helped dig things up, but he's never done anything like this before.

but dean's pride will not allow him to say yes. dad didn't raise a boy who could say yes. dad wouldn't even accept it if dean tried. which he won't.

he can't.

"no, sir. i'm ready." dean says.

dad stands back up, grabbing one of dean's shirts off of the bed behind him. he tosses it at dean, whom catches it numbly.

"pack your bag. i want you outta here by midnight." dad says, turning around to begin packing his own bag.

"yessir." dean feels shellshocked. he feels like he felt after he killed his first deer: confused, startled, and completely, totally numb. he knows the implications of this will affect the rest of his life, but he can't see far enough to know how.

dean's tired. he doesn't want to be here anymore, and dad has summarily dismissed him.

dean makes it to the door before he hears dad call his name. dean pauses, hand on the doorknob.

"and dean?"

dean turns around, and dad's face has darkened. his eyebrows are pulled low over his eyes, and when he speaks next, his voice is flint.

"if you ever question me again, you're walking to the next hunt."

dean nods, once.

"yessir."

he wants to say goodbye to sam. he wants to take his dad to the ground. he wants to punch a hole straight through the impala's windshield. he wants to get out of here.

dean packs his bag.

when he comes back a week and a half later, sam doesn't talk to him for three days. he's mad at dean for leaving him alone with dad.

dean tells him to lay off of dad. it's not his fault. he's only in a rotten mood because dean disobeyed, but dean keeps that last bit to himself.

dean should've obeyed him the first time.

[ambelle]

Okay lets make this fun!!! What are the worst Titans fandom takes you've heard over the series? I need a laugh lets gooo

Worst takes? LOL buckle up

Dick's characterization was completely off compared to NTT comics. (Convinced a lot of people can't read)

Slade was right. - Listen...Fuck Slade

Kory got Dick drunk and tricked him into sex. -Have they seen Kory? BFFR

Dickkory was just a fling in season 1. -Ever kill yo daddy for a Tinder date?

Donna/Dawn/Babs was better written than Kory

Donna should lead the team if Dick leaves.- Lead them to hell maybe

Donna/Dick had a great friendship

Hank had a right to randomly attack everyone when angry

Jason had every right to kill Hank and random citizens because people hurt his feelings once. -Boo hoo bish

Kom is too old for Conner he's like a baby... but also Gar should date the baby.

Kom was representing white supremacy by defending Conner against Kory.

Kory never gets to show anger and emotions but also the writers having her be mad at Conner is them presenting her as an angry black woman and that's racist!

Dawn and Hank had a better sex scene than Dickkory

Dick deserved to die for kissing Babs while he was single

Dick would deliberately turn his team over to the police to be experimented on.

Blowing up the Asylum was unforgivable

Kory was hurt by Dick dating Babs and should hold a grudge

Kory's Starbolts being blue are a HUGE problem and proof the writers hate her.

Kory's levitation doesn't count as flight but Sebastian's does

Mar'i is just the writers throwing DK fans a bone. She wasn't earned - how do you earn a vision of the future? I'll wait

Mar'i is Dick and Babs adopted daughter

If Kory isn't the strongest on the team she's worthless!

Dick making jokes with Babs during their breakup means he was dead-ass inviting her to join them. -They were both making rhetorical statements. FFS

After Mar'i showed up DK is too fast!- Only Dickkory needs build up every other couple can just start seasons together. But also Dk is too slow wtf is taking so long

Rachel had no plot in season 4 and served no purpose if she wasn't interacting with Dick or being the center of the plot

Rachel NEEDS to be the center of every plot and it being Kory this season is a problem

Brother Blood is a Raven villain. -No. No, he is not.

You can't tell a love story without multiple sex scenes. Only intimate scenes count in romance!

Tim and Benard had a huge age gap and are therefore problematic- Literally no proof of this whatsoever. Y'all made that up.

Feel free to add on I'm sure I'm forgetting some

[mooodyblue]

pity party | elvis x gn!reader

summary: (requested) after a rough day with the colonel on elvis's birthday, you decide to throw him a surprise party.

warnings: cursing

wc: 1.3k

note: happy elvis day <3 i won't lie, i struggled with writing this idk why LOL hope y'all enjoy ❤️

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"honey, i'm tellin' ya, all the bones in my body could be broken and that man would still call a meeting." elvis sighed, putting his signature glasses on. you frowned, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "i'm sorry, baby. i'll be here when you get back though, maybe we can have mary make us something for your birthday." you smiled.

"oh, that's today?" elvis rarely ever met with the colonel in person, really only seeing him at shows or conferences. so the thought of his birthday had crossed his mind. "lord, how did i forget my own birthday..." he muttered. "i'll see you later then." he returned your kiss before heading out the door and to one of his many cadillacs, heading out the gates of graceland.

you shut the door behind you before turning around and glancing at all the christmas decorations around the foyer. with your arms crossed, you wandered around the house, thinking of what to do for elvis's birthday. your thoughts were interrupted as jerry wandered in, calling for you. you made your way back to the foyer, a puzzled look on your face. "why are you here? shouldn't you be with elvis?"

jerry scoffed, "hello to you too. he said he didn't want me today, whatever that means."

you let out a small laugh. "well, you know how he is." small talk was really not your thing. jerry was usually out with elvis whenever he went, so you rarely ever saw him or any of his other friends without elvis around. "i was actually trying to think of something for his birthday today, you got any ideas?"

jerry thought for a moment, "well, i don't know if he'll love it or hate it, but you could throw him a surprise party." he suggested. "it could be nice for him to come home to after dealin' with that old man."

you hoped the colonel wasn't being too rough on elvis, chances are he probably was. the holidays were over therefore, it was time for him to get back on the road and back in the studio. you nodded at the suggestion, "let's do it! if you can get the guys over here to help out that'd be great." you said excitingly.

while jerry made calls, you had some extra help from some of the workers around graceland to decorate for his birthday, even baking a cake just for him. with the christmas decorations still being up, it made the house look even more special. you still worried about elvis though. you didn't know if elvis would appreciate a surprise party or if he would even be in a good enough mood when he returned home. "what if he comes in and just starts shootin' at all the balloons?" said billy, who was on the couch tieing up the ends to the multicolored balloons. "the last thing i want is to get shot on elvis's birthday."

you rolled your eyes, tossing another pack of balloons at him, smacking him in the chest. "just shut up and keep filling the damn balloons." as you left him on balloon duty, more people started to show up. some people brought more decorations, gifts and offered their help in the kitchen. while your main focus was to make sure everything was perfect, you also made sure his birthday cake was even more perfect. elvis had always preferred when you cooked or baked for him, he could tell when it was made by you and not someone else.

you got one final look at the decorations and refreshments set out for the party, fixing things and setting out a couple more items. then began the hard part. you made a final call to check on elvis who would be arriving home soon. the conversation you had with lamar made you nervous, elvis had lashed out with the colonel once again and was in a horrible mood. you could even hear elvis raising his voice in the background. "that overseas tour that we had planned got cancelled again, he's real disappointed." he said quietly into the phone, occasionally turning back to make sure elvis wasn't listening. "he wants him back in vegas in a few weeks, i don't know. it's not soundin' great. this better be this best party you've ever thrown cause i don't know what's gonna happen when he shows up."

your grip on the phone tightened and you began to anxiously bite on one of your nails, worried for elvis. "i can't cancel now, lamar. everyone's already here, i've got the driveway cleared out....christ. what do you think he's gonna do? s'he gonna be mad?"

he scratched the side of his head, looking back again. "i don't know, let's hope not." he sighed. the arguing in the background stopped, then a slam of the door. "oh, he's leavin', i gotta go. should be there in ten-" there was a shout of his name along with 'let's just go.' before the phone clicked. you let out a frustrated groan and placed the phone back down before going back out to the small crowd of friends and family.

everyone turned their heads to look at you, growing silent as you stood there with your arms crossed. "so, he should be here in ten minutes, but...." you let out a nervous laugh, rocking back and forth on your heels. "he's a little....mad."

"how mad?"

"um, well. the overseas tour got cancelled. so, i would assume very mad." everyone began murmuring and looking at eachother, you cleared your throat, anxiously picking at your nails. "look, i-if he gets upset about the party, he gets upset. i put this together and he'll most likely just be upset with me so...we'll just...figure this out. i don't know."

before you could get another word out, headlights shined through the window, pulling up to graceland. "they're here! everyone, hide! go!" you gestured with your hands, shooing everyone away as they all got in their hiding spots.

you smoothed out your clothes and braced yourself for the worst or best night of elvis's and possibly your life, cringing slightly at the slam of the car door and angry stomps up the steps. you beat him to the door, opening it with a wide smile. "hi baby!"

elvis's face lit up at the sight of you. despite his awful day, he was always happy to be around you. "hi darlin'" he gave you a kiss on the cheek as lamar walked in behind him, giving you a look and shutting the door behind him. "i'm tellin' ya, i outta fire that man. that tour we planned? cancelled. can't have shit without the colonel ruining it." he vented, not even noticing the birthday decorations in the foyer. "but at least i got to come home to you." he smiled, wrapping his arm around your hip.

just as he was about to kiss you again, you placed your finger on his lips. "actually, about that." you said, elvis giving you a puzzled look. you cleared your throat loudly as a signal, everyone jumping from their spots to yell out 'surprise!'. elvis even jumped himself, looking around at the birthday decor. "well i'll be damned! did you do all this?" he asked, turning to you.

"are you mad?" you pouted

his mouth turned into a smile, grinning widely. "mad? are you kiddin'? i can't believe you would do this for me."

"well, it was jerry's idea. i just did the hard work." you joked. "just wanted to show you some appreciation, i know today was rough. but it's your birthday! you deserve a good time."

"is there cake?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

you nodded. "baked with love by yours truly."

"oh baby, you spoil me. i love ya. thank you." he kissed you again and released his grip from your waist. "and thank y'all for comin'! let's have a good time!"

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[bnomiko]

Spoiler-free Nocturne ramblings

(Guess everyone's all worked up about Castlevania again because "Under the Milky Way" gained like 28 kudos and 1000 hits in 5 days, yay : D )

Just finished watching Nocturne. I have thoughts, but in the interest of keeping things SPOILER-FREE (because yes I got spoiled on things because people can't bother using a spoiler tag, thanks a lot you wankers), I'll keep this as vague as possible.

Olrox: far and away the best character thus far. I can see why everyone's hot and heavy for the guy already, and the smut fics are apparently already rolling in. I would not be mad if they simply shifted this to Castlevania: Olrox and sent everyone else home. More, please! How about some merch too? I'd buy the shit out of it, dude is straight up hot.

This is not my Richter. I expected this:

... and got this:

(Yes that's Joseph Joestar, not Richter. The point is, sexy brunet hot-headed asshole vs. plain white bread. Richter needs more asshole points, less nutritional void.)

Since Richter is 19, that'd make Maria 12, going by the Rondo of Blood timeline (apparently she's 16 in Nocturne but she doesn't look it). For those who get why I brought that up, marinate on that, y'all. A very long marinade, maybe another 5, 6 years...

I... actually don't mind Annette. I didn't know how I'd react to her, but I have no complaints.

I rather like Edouard.

I noticed Mizrak right off the bat. Thought to myself, now there's a cutie. I'm not the only one who noticed ^_~

Um, trying to figure out how to word this without doing a reveal ^^;... Thanks for throwing us a bone, sorta, on what's probably the most well-known Castlevania threeway relationship prior to the animations? Is that vague enough?

Uh.... honestly don't have much opinion on anyone else. I predicted a much higher body count by this point and people I thought would be dead aren't, and vice versa, but I'm sure the numbers will start climbing next season.

Things I wish would've happened:

A little closer compliance to game lore, as Richter has a good amount of game lore to reference. If they skip the entirety of the SotN storyline I think that'd be a mistake since it's obviously the best-known game of the franchise.

I'm not necessarily mad at the throwing away of the Vampire Killer's special clause (that only direct line male descendants can use it) as it's patriarchal and outdated but I would've liked to seen mention of that not being the case, first, before it got flung out the window.

A LOT less crying. I know Alucard was a faucet in the original animation, but the crying jags in this are ridiculous. I'm pretty sure even the horses were crying. Tera running off sobbing like an anime girl, complete with hands over her face? Ugh. Everyone just standing around and watching Annette cry her heart out, without even a hand on the shoulder in sympathy? Uggggh. No those aren't spoilers, as everyone cries at least twice, if not more.

Original animation vs Nocturne, and the lack of camaraderie and banter:

I guess what I miss most in this series so far vs the original animation series, is the lack of teamwork and camaraderie. Trevor, Sypha and Alucard were yes, forced by circumstance, to stick together, rely on one another, and build up a rapport (they spent the majority of S2 locked in the Hold together), to the point that they could work as a team without having to verbally communicate. There was something really refreshing about that, ya know?

The protagonists of Nocturne thus far... mostly do whatever they want? There's so little interpersonal dialogue. The only character relationship thus far that feels organic at all is the one that started as straight up sex - there's an honesty to that, at least.

Also I miss the banter, a lot more than I thought I would. Even with a serious storyline I like a bit of humor in my shows / stories. How else would we have learned that Sypha has icy cold feet, Trevor can't fucking read, or Alucard is triggered by the word "the"? I came away with zero new trivia factoids about Richter, Maria, and Annette.

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Penn Zerothon Day 12

Lady Starblaster💫

My Ramblings: It's party time, people! School dance for what? Just because! Poor Terry got beaten by Sashi for the third time so far. Love how Penn just casually kills Larry and is such a dance machine (Larry is ok, but damn boy). He's git to have people focus in him.

And here's me at a dance, I mean, Rippen, at the dance... not dancing. "That's it, idiots. Dance your lives away, when you could be standing next to the punch bowl with your arms crossed." Wonder what school was like for him, not very kind I'm sure.

Penn's got dancing fever! Flinging Phyllis around and making her feel 1,014 again. Wait, what was that Phyllis? Whatever, she had fun.

HOLD UP! Wonky continuity! Remember back at when I bought up this before in "Brainzburgerz?" There's a picture of him in the Galaxy World and at the beginning of "Number One Number Two", they're in that world! So, what the heck!? Unless I'm over analyzing and when he said: "What am I wearing?" Maybe he meant like, "Hey? Where's my swim suit? We're at the beach." That doesn't really make sense either... this show and my brain sometimes.

Time to impress the space dictator, Count Destructo by stealing an entire planets water, like you do! To answer Rippen's question, he'd be a viscount, if he was made one. Also, I can see where Larry is coming from now about Rippen being a nurturing person, he was like that at the end of "It's a Colorful Life." How many times could've Rippen been like that off screen? I also get that it is Larry and not totally reliable, but still. Rippen would make an okay nurse, I believe.

Way to assume that the captain is a man, Rippen. Get with the times, old man! I know it's for the reveal, but it's funny he just assumed the gender.

And the reveal of Lady Starblaster herself, and damn, I'd be like Rippen too. But he falls instantly and so hard for her after 10 literal seconds of seeing her. He's down baaaaad. Even fantasizing spending a lifetime with her, 10 seconds y'all. Also he doesn't know a damn thing about her but he just assumes she the time to throw a vicious snake at him... or maybe that's just something he's into. I don't judge, like how I don't judge them drinking out of Larry's head on a date. Larry would be cool with that. I would go their wedding but I don't know if I'd do well with volcanos, it would also be awkward to just see three kids dangling off the edge.

Also the song lyrics to this fantasy?:

You make my heart so cold

So cold, it chills my bones

Baby, there's no one who scares me like you do

I'm so afraid of you

Rip on my heart

I'M OBSESSED!

This poor woman having to deal with guys like him fantasizing about her and calling her beautiful. She gives him 10 seconds to surrender or perish, which, hey! That's the same amount of time it took to fall in love with you! And he's totally entranced by her that she literally has to snap him out of his daze to remind him that he will die. Larry's face during the count down was of concern while Rippen? Pure bliss. Right so, Larry is gonna try and wingman ol' Rip and it works put pretty well. I mean we get to hear him say "totes adorbs." That's a win in my book. He's so cringe. Thank goodness she takes the compliment well.

Ooo, she can cock her eyebrow just as good as him. She's serving. God I can't handle his cuteness, it's overbearing! Lady Starblaster stop! Your killing me!

I wanna know what it was like for the Trio to wear those robots, how did they walk? It doesn't matter, but I'm curious. Like stilts?

Would you try a space rat on a cracker? Do you think that would taste good? Rippen says so, but I've seen what he puts in his mouth (I'll bring that up later, trust me). Larry just takes three and hasn't even tried them yet, his face.

Flurgle Burgle is dead, she just yeeted that poor space pig into a robot WILHELM SCREAM. Just... wow.

This dork is so nervous he's got pit stains on his metal suit and all he has to say to that is "thank you." This man has no rizz. Larry is being flung and pushed to every which way this episode.

I desperately always want her to answer Rippen's "is your boyfriend coming" question with: "No, but my girlfriend will after her yoga class." I bet her dating pool is rough, luckily she has a highly specific thing for men who have hair like a skunk monster. Which I don't believe at all, sorry Rip. God the face he makes when she says that is priceless.

Damn, she's like, uber evil. I bet Rippen had a lot of hard feelings and lechery for her in that very moment. Too bad Penn's ocean blue eyes somehow caught Rippen's attention. God, the man can't get through a sentence around her at all without being horny. Poor Penn and co have to watch this unfold. Rippen is so freaking tall compared to her.

Yes take him to the pump room- I mean the heroes, take them to to room with all the water...

Maybe this man does have rizz, he's gonna have a dance with her! His little giggle, I just AAAAAAHHHHHHH! This gives Penn an idea and luckily it works out because Rippen doesn't know how to dance. Bringing it back around! He has to accept, Penn has won Middleburg's Snazziest Feet award three times. So Penn gets to have a silly dancing lesson with his art teacher and than Rippen will shoot him into the vacuum of space, sounds good. Why does Larry have a violin in his robot stomach hatch thing? Why wouldn't he?

Just this scene, I'm speechless. Penn is being actually so helpful, I can't wait for Starblaster and Rippen to dance! Be a shame if the heroes got loose of their cuffs and Sashi had access to her laser blaster. Such a shame.

"Never send a man to do a woman's job." Starblaster, she ate. Sashi? Agrees and tries to kill her. She succeeds in the fight and lets her dangle over her watery grave.

No need to fear, Rippen is here! With the power of skunk hair! He really sold on the idea of be married to her by a giant bat, huh? Too bad she isn't and tosses him and Larry over to their watery grave, thank goodness to Larry's strength! She never was interested, like a sane woman to be honest.

Remember that Larry has a jetpack? She didn't. Nobody betrays his bestie! He just scoops her up and she tries to convince him join her, get rid of Rippen and they can rule the galaxy tog- nope! He says: "Get away from him, you witch." A very clear Aliens reference, which is so damn good because she is voice by Sigourney Weaver, star of Aliens and who said that line... but with bitch instead, which Larry should have said. Let Larry say bitch! AND THAN HE KILLS HER! HE GOT HER, SHE'S DEAD. DROWNS.

Rippen loves her even more after that double-crossing and wishes he had gotten that dance. And Larry like the bestie he is, asks for a dance.... my heart. Rippen checks around first and than HE ACCEPTS! I'M GOING TO EAT MY HAND!

Star Wars Tie Fighter sound. Oh yeah, the heroes save the day and return all the water.

Rippen thanks Larry for always having his back and Larry's like: "That's what best friends are for." Then Rippen dips him, I CAN'T-

Oh, hey, that Count Destructo is here. That guy. That's not what matters, what matters is that he says: "Hey, what up, Boyyyy?" HE'S SO CRINGE, I LOVE HIM! I LOVE HIM AND LARRY.

Lady Starblaster lives! And a fish thing promptly falls in love with her. What does she doe? Xenomorph-mouths the fish! JUMPSCARE!

~The Characters~

Penn Zero: Snazzy boy snazzes it up and saves the day! Bu this ain't about him.

Boone Wiseman: He has one line, and it's good.

Sashi Kobayashi: She should have finished the job, but I'm glad she didn't.

Rippen: SUCH CRINGE! SUCH A LOVESICK FOOL! Every scene with him and Lady Starblaster is cringe and adorable! I usually don't like the idea of "guy falls instantly in love with a woman he has no chance with and can't shut up about it" but I really enjoyed this. Rippen is such a dork, he's cringe but free. But realistically, I wouldn't want his to happen to me (sort of did?)... unless it was him.

Larry: Such a wingman, he was there trying his best to help that hopeless romantic. He's a true bestie!

Dimension(s): We have seen this world before, but briefly, it's space. No one can hear you try to rizz.

Forms: I love Penn and Sashi's hair. That's it really.

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Amber🤠

My Ramblings:

~The Characters~

Penn Zero:

Boone Wiseman:

Sashi Kobayashi:

Rippen:

Larry:

Dimension(s):

Forms:

[hozaloza]

Ryan Angst Oneshot (TW!! Eating Disorder?, Vomit)

🛑TW- Vomit, eating disorder

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Ryan stared at the food, grimacing at it before he pushed it away. He sighed as he got up from the table, picking up the plate full of food, then throwing it in the trash. His stomach growled, but he felt repulsed by the thought of food. Just thinking about the weight he could gain from it put a knot in his throat. So, he apt to drinking more water, then forced himself to bed.

His stomach pained him all night. He could barely sleep at all. But it was definitely better than getting fatter. 'Can't make fun of my weight now...' he thought, turning to his side. Ryan groaned as he curled up into a ball, holding his stomach. It was so unbearable, so painful... but he wasn't giving up yet. 'Just a few more pounds...' is all that ran through his head, over and over again.

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The next morning, the raven-haired boy got up groggily, rubbing his eyes. He felt completely worn out, but he had to get ready for school. Hesitantly, he got out of his bed, walking to the bathroom. He took a shower, brushed his teeth, got changed, then got his bookbag, walking out the door. 

"Hey Ry-Ry! Woah, you look like a mess! Didn't get any sleep last night?" Thomas asked, clutching his bag strap as he began walking with him. Ryan stayed silent for a moment, thinking up an excuse. 

"Yeah... I was up finishing some homework." He lied. Thomas chuckled, then went on about how he could've just asked him for the answers. Eventually, Jasmine caught up to them.

"What's up idiots! How are my favorite knuckleheads doing??" She asked, wrapping her arms around the both of them. Ryan didn't react much, sighing annoyingly at the annoyance. But he took notice of Thomas's face turning red, chuckling nervously at the loud-mouthed girl. "I brought y'all some snacks, hope you guys enjoy it!" She stated, handing them both donut balls. 

"Yoo! Thank you so much! I love these." Thomas happily said, immediately eating one of his. However, Ryan stared at the small bag, not wanting to eat it. 'I'll gain weight...' he thought. The raven-haired boy handed the bag back to Jasmine, forcing a smile.

"Thanks, but I had a big breakfast." He stated. Jasmine gazed at him for a moment, possibly looking past his lie, but regardless, she shrugged, swinging her bookbag off to shove the donuts into her bag. 

"Alright, if you insist."

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 As the group chatted at lunch, Ryan couldn't help but feel extremely worn out. It was only 4th period, and he was ready to die. His friends kept asking if he was sure he didn't want to eat, and he kept saying he wasn't hungry. But he was, he very was. The pain and growling really gave it away. It had been like this for a week now, and so far he lost 5 pounds. It may have been good for other people, but to Ryan, it was barely anything. How could he only lose 5 pounds? Maybe he had to exercise too...? Yes. That was what he needed. So, when he got home from school, he immediately began working out. His body was weak, but that wasn't stopping him. He had to lose this fat, he had to... 

Another 5 days passed, and he now had lost a total of 13 pounds. Yet his appearance barely changed. He still had stomach fat, and Ryan began to get frustrated with himself. Once while his parents were away, he kept beating himself up, a punishment. 

"You. fucking. fat. bitch!" He yelled, hitting himself with a belt. Ryan screamed, throwing the belt across the room. Panting heavily, he walked back to the bathroom, hovering over the toilet. Ryan began gagging, making an effort to throw up. After 5 minutes, he finally managed to puke something up. He felt nauseous. His body felt tired. His bones were weak, no longer wanting to hold himself up. Ryan slowly got up, walking towards his bed. He immediately fell down on the pillow, softly crying himself to slumber. 

Tired.

He was tired.

He just wanted to eat.

But he couldn't.

Because all food was disgusting. 

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He was disgusting.

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I posted this on Wattpad as well.

Sorry if the eating disorder isn't accurate in this. I'm not very knowledgeable about this topic, that's why I put the question mark next to it)

Also, I'm currently obsessing over Ryan rn, and I have this weird thing where I make my favorites suffer,,, uh.

Hope you liked this angst.