#their reaction pointed towards bless so idk

[u5an5]

Of things obtained: Once Upon a Witchlight Ep. 15 | Four Weddings and a Funreal

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! Fair warning, this post contains SPOILERS. If you don't want to be spoiled, STOP READING !

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Gricko

Languages: Common, Goblin, Gigant, Druidic

In possession from beginning:

Primal totems (gorilla, basilisk-esque creature; ep.1)

Alarm whistle (ep.1)

Glue dropper bottle (ep.3)

Eyedrops bottle (ep.3)

Peanut butter jar (ep.10)

6 banañas (ep.12)

Items acquired:

Bag of 603 gold pieces (couldn't find it; ep.1)

Cloak of Displacement (ep.1)

Sycamore seed 4 (ep.2; +1d4 for ability check until dawn)

Games Prize 6 - Magic Face Paint (Disguise Self 1h; ep.6)

1 ticket to Witchlight Carnival (gained due Fey Pact) 2/8 (ep.7)

Games Prize 4 - Witchlight wine (ep.7)

Games Prize 7 - Cuddly toy spider (ep. 8)

Games Prize 8 - Glove puppet wizard (Illusion 3/3; ep.8)

Games Prize 2 - Wooden wand (Prestidigitation 8/8; ep.8)

Blue ribbon "I dropped a beat on the Carnival street" (ep.8)

5x fridge magnets (ep.12)

Rocky Talkie (ep.14)

Mouse Harness (description below)

Clothes:

Comically too big cloth butterfly wings (ep.2, blue-red; replaced)

Really small Tentacle Chad T-shirt (ep.3)

Pixie wings (ep.10)

Drag Costume (ep.14; changed to)

Wedding Outfit: Black pinstriped tuxedo with a grey leopard print bowtie (without shoes) with a petunia in the chest pocket

Pacts/contracts:

No ticket - after giving away his ticket to Gideon, due to The Rule of Reciprocity, his most prized possession (Hootsie) was taken away from him by Sowpig (ep.5)

Fey Pact 4 - You can no longer talk about your favorite thing; Interpreted as you don't remember (Hootsie). Once the Witchlight Monarch is crowned, all pacts made fade then, and only then. (ep.7)

Marriage - He has to get married to Bixie after asking her to marry him (albeit under fey magic influence). It's binding and technically could be replaced by another pact but it can't be removed. (ep.10) Due to his bethroted signing Kremy's contract it got transfered onto Gideon

Fear: Groblin (2D beings in general; ep.12)

Hootsie (kidnapped by Sowpig; ep.5)

Status: ???

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Gideon

In possession from beginning:

Engineered manacles (ep.5)

Cigar (ep.10)

Really tiny notebook (ep.11)

Really tiny spectacle (ep.11)

Items acquired:

3 letters from Mr. Roslov (ep.1)

Sycamore seed 5 (ep.2; +1d8 for ability check until next dawn)

x5 Magical Invisibility Cupcakes (ep.3)

162 gold pieces (ep.7)

Games Prize 2 - Wooden wand (Prestidigitation 8/8; ep.6)

1 ticket to Witchlight Carnival (gained due Fey Pact) 3/8 (ep.7)

Games Prize 7 - Cuddly toy spider (ep.7)

Letter from Mrs Witch & Light (ep.8)

Games Prize 7 - Cuddly toy spider x2 (ep.8)

Games Prize 3 - Pixie dust (ep.8)

Games Prize 2 - Wooden wand (Prestidigitation 8/8; ep.6)

Blue ribbon (ep.8)

Forlarrens Remorse [dagger] (description below)

Clothes:

Comically too small cloth butterfly wings (ep.2, red with orange rinds; replaced)

Baby pink Cake Chad T-shirt at least five sizes too small (ep.3)

Flower crown (ep.7)

Comically small red cape over shoulder (ep.8?)

Pixie wings (ep.10)

Drag Costume (ep.14; changed to)

Wedding Outfit: Black pinstriped tuxedo with ombre (white-yellow-orange-red) accents with a fireblossom in the chest pocket

Pacts/contracts:

Fey Pact 2 - Was given a flower crown. You must wear this flower crown, but you have to water it every hour and you can't take it off. Once the Witchlight Monarch is crowned, all pacts made fade then, and only then. (ep.7)

Marriage - He has to get married to Taxie after asking her to marry him in exchange for ticket for Frost. It's binding and technically could be replaced by another pact but it can't be removed. Additionaly, Frost, as show of gratefulness, will do at least one nice thing for him each day and fulfill one biger favour once every two weeks. (ep.14) Due to him and all bethroted signing Kremy's contract he became a sole husband to all three Bixie, Zaxie and Taxie and due some additional fine print he had to marry Kremy too

Clown kill manslaughter count:

Chuckles the Clown - after being punched in body laughed himself to death (supposedly he was already dead by this time due crippling alcoholism; before the campaign)

Klutzy the Clown - got hit by Gideon throwing Impossibal at incredible speeds directly into his face. The actual supposed cause of death was deadly allergy to unspecified ingredient/s in this processed not-meat sludge (ep.6)

Bumbo the Clown - Tripped and fallen directly onto Gideon's sword hand puppet, completely running him through. Was allergic to felt, he hit the ground and he died. (ep.9)

Thaco the Clown - Was deadly allergic to peanuts and ate an unlabeled peanut butter pie that Gideon chose for his wedding. It took over 1 hour for anyone to notice

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Kremy

Languages: Common, Draconic

In possession from beginning:

Tophat

Skull Cane

2 gold pieces (ep.1)

at least 2 handkerchiefs (ep.3)

Compact mirror (ep.4)

Frying pan (ep.4)

Knife (ep.4)

Bacon grease (ep.8)

Cigarettes (ep.10)

Items acquired:

Satchel with Carnival map and Three Rules of Feywild (ep.2)

Sycamore seed 1 (trait "I am easily amused" until dawn; ep.2)

Games Prize 3 - packet of pixie dust

Stuffed Almiraj plushie from Gideon (Minor Illusion 3/day)

1 ticket to Witchlight Carnival (gained due Fey Pact) 2/8

45 gold pieces

Games Prize 4 5 - A replica unicorn horn filled with candy (ep.7)

Games Prize 5 - A replica unicorn horn filled with candy (ep.8)

Bright orange ribbon "consolation prize" from Torbek (ep.8)

Pinecone Pug plushie x2? (ep.12)

Pinecone Pug backpack (ep.12)

Gricko's teeth (ep.12)

Frost's fingernails (ep.12)

x3 Toffie (ep.13)

Fist sized cup made from snail shell (ep.14)

Great Fiddle (description below)

Clothes:

Regular clothes (left by costume chest)

Cloth butterfly wings (ep.2, purple; replaced)

A replica unicorn horn formerly filled with candy strapped to his forehead (ep.7)

Pixie wings (ep.10)

Drag Costume (ep.14; changed to)

Wedding Outfit: Regural outfit with a black dhalia in your chest pocket

Pacts/contracts:

Due possessing unspecified knowledge he didn't pay for when he "abandoned his station" has to deliver 100,000 gold pieces to Mr. Garou by the end of the month (in next 19 days) as recompensation. If he's no longer able to do so by dying, the rest of the Krew is obligated to pay it (ep.1)

Fey Pact 8: You must declare your love for unicorns at every opportunity. Once the Witchlight Monarch is crowned, all pacts made fade then, and only then (ep.2)

Fey Pact 1: You cannot tell a lie knowingly. Once the Witchlight Monarch is crowned, all pacts made fade then, and only then. (ep.8)

Marriage - He has to get married to Zaxie after asking her to marry him (albeit under fey magic influence). It's binding and technically could be replaced by another pact but it can't be removed. (ep.13) Due making his contract with his bethroted he was able to transfer it onto Gideon and also marry him himself.

Fear: Remy Garou and his debt to him [1:35:00 - 1:36:42] (ep.12)

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Frost

Languages: Common, Celestial, Elvish

In possession from beginning:

Backpack (ep.2)

Glue (totally not related to horses; ep.3)

Tambourine (ep.3)

Water skin (ep.3)

Small dagger (ep.4)

Peanut butter jar (ep.10)

Peanut M&M's (ep.11)

Ball of yarn (ep.11)

Buttons (ep.13)

Items acquired:

Letter to Zybilna by Madrik Roslov (ep.1)

Bag of Beans (ep.1)

Sycamore seed 7 (ep.2; it turns into:)

1 gold piece

Dandelion (ep.2; reward for catching Red's interest; blown away while making a wish)

Morning Frost license plate (ep.12)

Games Prize 3 - Pack of pixie dust (ep.12)

Sky blue T-shirt three sizes too small with "Bird Chad" on it (ep.12)

1 ticket to Witchlight Carnival (gained due Pixie Pact) 8/8 (ep.14)

Teapot & pack of Scatterleaf tea (ep.14)

Killmoulis Spectacles (description below)

Wand of the Pact Breaker 3/3 (description below)

Clothes:

Cloth butterfly wings (ep.2; jade with yellow eyes - replaced)

Pixie wings (ep.10)

Drag Costume (ep.14; changed to)

Wedding Outfit: Black pinstriped tuxedo with a green tie with bits of ivy and baby's breath in chest pocket.

Pacts/contracts:

Pixie Ticket Pact: In exchange for Gideon marring Taxie to get him his ticket, he will do at least one nice thing for Gideon each day and one bigger favour once every two weeks; not as much pact as bros wanting to be fair (ep.14)

Fear: Being alone, being the last one standing and going insane, being left out [1:29:38 - 1:31:10] (ep.12)

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Krew (The Party)

In possession from beginning:

2 gold pieces (ep.1)

Items acquired:

5 gold pieces (ep.2; for street-performing)

Pacts/contracts:

With Madrik Roslov: In exchange for checking if Zybilna is alright, and if true, giving her the letter he wrote, Party will get what is left from his possessions once he passes away (ep.1)

With Diana Cloppington: In exchange for riddle concerning Prismeer, with knowledge and information she was able to store about current state of it in it, Party promises to, at least, attempt to help her return to human and be reunited with Sir Cloppington; Not really Fey Pact but on their rules (ep.2)

With Mrs Witch & Light #1: In exchange for keeping Torbek occupied and bringing him to them in the next hour they will let Frost, who was having a conversation with Mr. Light during this time, free; not as much pact as a hostage situation. (ep.9; completed)

With Mrs Witch & Light #2: In exchange for catching Kenku before crowning of Witchlight Monarch they'll be granted some answers to the questions they have about Carnival and Zybilna; not promise but proposal (ep.9)

With Palasha & Candlefoot: In exchange for bringing Candelfoots voice back they pledged alliagnce with Krew and promised to come and help them if they ever need them; not as much pact as keeping true to Second Rule (ep.13)

Altered states:

Twist of Fate curses:

(Gideon) 78 68 100? - You cannot stop sneazing, yawning or burping [01:11:05 -

(Kremy) 70 33 - You are in love with Gideon (I know) [01:12:24 -

-You're haunted by a ghost of the last person you've killed (Francois the Bullywug) [01:37:56 -

(Gricko) 95 - Your ears become gigantic [01:12:57 -

-You believe that you are the leader of a great kingdom. You've been ruling for 10 years and you're afraid it will fall to ruin (King Shmebulock) [01:35:27 -

(Frost) 5 - You become a spring eladrin [01:13:35 -

-You believe you're worlds greatest bard [01:36:30 -

Twist of Dread curses (by DM):

Would you kindly...

Pixie chariots bets (ep.5):

(Frost) - 1 gold piece on Red

(Gricko) - 40 electrum pieces/20 gold pieces on Blue

(Gideon & Kremy) - ?? on Red

Red wins. The Party gets ?? (they didn't got to collect the prize yet)

Snail race:

King Shmebulock on Snail nr 2 (blue) won ?? (they haven't gotten to it yet)

Drag show:

(Kremy) as Stilleta Silhouette did lypsync to 9 to 5 by Dolly Parton

(Gideon) as Phoe-Phoe Nix did lipsync/singing to Ring of Fire by Jonny Cash

(Gricko) as Trollina singing original rendition of If I Could Turn Back Time by Cher

(Frost) as Twinkerbell singing in-universe original song "Claws Fur Robe Heels" that's rewrite of Nails Hair Hips Heals by Todrick Hall

the money was NOT summed up next sesion

Gifts from Mr Witch and Mr Light

(Frost) - Killmoulis Spectacles

Wonderous item, rare As with most encounters with the Killmoulis, they bring things both helpful and harmful - in the case of spectacles, it can be considered harmful to other fae. These wooden glasses help the wearer find lost objects. They allow a person to roll with advantage on Wisdom perception checks made to find something hidden. A side effect of this is that the wearer can also see invisible fae creatures

(Gideon) - Forlarrens Remorse [dagger]

very rare A plain looking dagger, Forlarrens Remorse holds a dark history. The Forlarrens are creatures caught between good and evil, and this dagger reflects their curse. When the user gets a nat20, the dagger burns causing 1d12 fire damage in addition to the crit. Any time you got the killing blow, for 1 hour you are under the effect of a Bless spell (Bless spell - Whenever a target makes an attack roll or a saving throw before the spell ends, the target can roll a d4 and add the number rolled to the attack roll or saving throw)

(Gricko) - Mouse Harness

Wonderous item, rare This tiny harness coud easily fit upon a common field mouse. If harnessed, the mouse grows to a Large size and gains the statistics of a fully trained riding horse, complete with full-size riding gear. This effect lasts for 8 hours, after which the mouse shrinks back down to its normal size

(Kremy) - Great Fiddle

Wonderous item, uncommon This tiny fiddle is made of unusual materials more akin to an insects carapace than wood. The Fiddle strings buzz and hum at the slightest touch, reminiscent of a cricket. This is a plesant tune that allows Charisma performance rolls made with advantage. There's also a special tune that is softer to the ear and cannot be heard conciously. If this special tune is played one turn prior to a Charisma persuasion check, it may be rolled with advantage. If this tune is played one turn after a creature is cast at with one of the following spells, the duration is doubled: Animal Friendship, Calm Emotions, Calm Person, Dominate Person, Friends, Hypnotic Pattern, Mass Suggestion, Suggestion This special tune can be used once and rquires a short rest before it can be used again.

(All) - Wand of the Pact Breaker (given to Frost)

A wand made of dark yew wood that is twisted and gnarled and very very old and it curls around a glistening opalescent gem at the very tip of it. When you look inside of it, you can see the futtering of what looks like a swarm of colorfull butterflies. Requires attunement of entire party for 24 hours. The only thing you've ever seen that can break a fae pact. It has 3 charges and cannot be recharged. Once the final charge has been used, the wand will cease to exist.

To-do list:

Get the 100,00 gold pieces by the end of the month (ep.1)

Find out why Madrik Roslovs patron, Zybilna, stopped answering his calls for 15 years so he can die in peace, knowing her fate (ep.1)

Get to the Witchlight Carnival before it ends and find the only available entrance to Prismeer, Zybilnas domain (ep.1)

Try to become Witchlight Monarch (ep.1)

Find out who was the man that cut off Lexi Pott's wings, why he did that and what happened with them (ep.1)

Find a way to reunite Diana Cloppington with her with her horse, Sir Cloppington and return them to their previous forms (ep.2)

Win Cake Eating contest (ep.3; completed)

Find a way to return Candlefoots voice (ep.4; completed)

Find some clothes for Torbek (ep.6; completed)

Keep Torbek occupied for an hour when Carnival Hands find manacles for him and take him away for his punishment (ep.8; completed)

Catch the Kenku and bring her to Mr Witch & Mr Light for her punishment in exchange for some answers (ep.9)

Get ahold of Mr Witch's Pocketwatch or Mr Light's Weathervane and keep it hostage to get the true answers to what they seek (ep.9)

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Time

3rd day of Campaign, less than 1 hour till Coronation - the Coronation time

9th of the month (19 days until The Debt deadline)

Happiness Meter

+4 (MAX) - Candlefoot and Palasha are finally reunited (ep.14)

Random Info

Man whose name Lexi Pott's was unable to say was going to "wake her" and she was very scared for Party meeting him. When they mentioned name Zybilna, she said they "already were too deep" (ep.1)

After Lexi Pott died, Party was surrounded by Fairy Ring made up from mushrooms (ep.1)

Tasha and Iggwilv The Witch Queen are the same person (ep.4)

Kenku that has been terrorising the Carnival is a Warlock and her patron is Zybilna (ep.5)

Chuckles said Gideon will join clowns in Hell and become Eighth Clown Lord of Crazy Eights (ep.7)

Torbek's poem is based on Immortality by Clare Harner (ep.8)

Burly the bugbear has a twin, Hurly, that went missing (ep.9)

Mr Witch and Mr Light got into pact for them to be able to run the Witchlight Carnival in exchange for things it wants (people breaking rules) to Hourglass Coven (ep.11)

The original owner of Witchlight Carnival was an archfey (ep.11)

Fey Pacts leave magical aura around those which they bind that are visible to fae (ep.11)

Total money: no more than 817 gold pieces (idk how much Kremy and Gideon bet)

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[drdemonprince]

thanks for saying what you have about covert incest. I have this memory of my dad that I won't even type out cuz it's just horrible and I haven't been able to determine if it actually happened or if it's a memory of a dream I had but part of me thinks the former cuz I don't think I could've imagined something so horrible. and he died recently and I was determined to find some kind of physical evidence that it really happened but when my mom was moving she got rid of most of his stuff before I got there and I've been so pissed about it but not able to tell her or anyone why and it just reinforces my upset toward her cuz if it really happened then she didn't protect me and goes out of her way to protect him instead but in reading your posts I'm starting to think that whether it actually happened or not doesn't matter, the feelings are there and they're real and I ought to just treat it as though it really happened. anyway sorry to be vague, this has just been a huge weight on me and I feel like finding your blog on here has been such a blessing, especially cuz this has been weighing on me even more lately cuz I've been identifying as a butch lesbian for awhile but have been wondering if I'm actually a bi trans man and have been wanting to explore sexual experiences with queer men to find out if I'd enjoy it but have been really cautious about it and haven't really tried anything yet cuz I'm scared of what it might bring up in me and I'm autistic too so the whole dating and hookup thing is scary to me even without this memory shit and idk if queer men would be interested in me anyway. but yeah I'm gonna explore those resources you shared when I'm ready and I just wanted you to know you're making a difference even through sharing your experiences on your tumblr blog. and also just wanted to confess all this to somebody so thank you for that too

<3 thanks Anon.

Your feelings and traumatized reactions are real, and your vague sense of a memory almost certainly signals that Something was not Right in the dynamic with your father, and you can stand by that and care for yourself as someone whose boundaries have been trammeled upon even if you never get to know the exact facts of what happened. So much of childhood disappears down the memory hole, and there is no easy accounting for it, but as a therapist once wisely said to me, if a person has a fracture that's consistent with a violent attack, you can often see the effects and care for them even if you can't know exactly what happened there.

I'm glad you're feeling open to the idea of exploring your own sexuality and gender identity, too. There are absolutely queer men, both trans and cis, who will be interested in you, and you can move at the pace that works for you. Remember there are no rules to queer sexuality, that's the whole point -- so you never have to try anything you don't want to do. You can have a rich, fulfilling sex life with men that never involves PIV, if you aren't interested in that, or that is completely dependent upon a kink dynamic that isn't directly sexual. or you can just put yourself on the grindr grid and find some guy who wants to give you a massage or eat you out all day. There's so many kinds of very eager people out there, and so you can be as selective and as firm in your boundaries and vetting as you need to be! There's every kind of person out there. I have some guy in my Fetlife DMs right now who only wants to shave my body; another who only wants to jerk off while watching me smell leather. The world is abundant with funny little opportunities.

[licorice-tea]

Everything In Between

Pairing: Penguin x reader

Content: Strawhat!reader, mentions of alcohol, fluff, pining, secret crushes teehee, kissing🤭

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: ah yes, my favorite barely mentioned or seen side character🩷 also i know he’s not a main character or anything but like pls give this fic a chance anyway🤞🏽idk guys he’s just so fine to me, something about characters with hidden faces or masks… anyway halfway through writing i realized this reminds me a lot of the song “In Between” by Gracie Abrams (which is unreleased i think?) and so that’s where the title is from😇 enjoy! <3

Edited 2/11/24

As a Straw Hat Pirate, you’re happy to enjoy the many blessings that come with having a lax and fun-loving captain. You and your crew often have parties often for no reason in particular, and when there is one; the celebrations are even grander. It definitely wasn’t part of your original “10 year plan”, but you couldn’t be happier that you wound up on the crew.

Beyond frequent opportunities for food, music, and dancing; getting to meet people from all around the world is a close second in terms of your favorite part of being a pirate. You’ve been to more islands than you could count at this point, and flirted with met people from all walks of life. Royalty, civilians, government officials, other pirates… God, did you love the pirates.

The Heart Pirates were probably your favorite of all- outside of your own crew. Even before Luffy created an alliance with them, and you met them in passing on Saobody, you thought they were just great. So organized in their matching jumpsuits and everything- how neat! And the captain, Law, is a good looking guy, but he’s not the one who made you so giddy over simple glances that you would giggle and kick your feet in your room after being with him. No, that only happened when you were formally introduced to one of his subordinates- Penguin. You didn’t even really know the guy, but you were bored at a party one night and looking to have some fun. You ended the night with more feeling than you’d bargained for though; all because he came up and asked if you knew the difference between a Straw Hat and a Heart as a joke.

You cross your arms and tilt your head, intrigued, “No, what?”

“One’s a hat, and the other is a vital organ.” he says with a grin, red solo cup in hand. You can’t even see his eyes as he leans in, waiting for your reaction.

After a brief silence (which comes from you thinking, “this guy is seriously corny. And hot,”) you give him one in full; laughing like it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Oh! You… You liked it!” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

Your laugh is bright and clear to him despite the loud party atmosphere which you’re standing just a few paces away from. He’s mesmerized; and it could just be the party-high talking, but Penguin thinks he’d do just about anything to make you laugh like that again. Because, little do you know, he’s always sort of admired you from afar.

As you come down from your fit of laughter, you ask if he has anymore jokes like that one. He shakes his head “no” with a bashful smile.

“Aww, that’s too bad.” You touch his arm as you continue, “What’s your name, funny guy?”

The simple touch causes his confidence to skyrocket, and he takes a small step toward you. “I’m Penguin,” he grins, “ and you’re y/n, right?”

You nod, “It’s nice to meet you, Penguin.”

“Soooo, you think I’m funny?”

“Mhm, your partner doesn’t tell you that?”

“Nope, no partners here. None at all, not with me.”

Another giggle slips past your lips, “Good, I’d hate to get you in trouble.”

His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, “Why would we get in trouble?”

“Well, we’re flirting, aren’t we? Or I’m trying to flirt with you, at least.”

Penguin feels faint. How lucky was he; not only to have a pretty person like you so blatantly flirting with him, but to have you flirting with him. The object of a long distance, mostly delusion fueled affection he’d harbored for… Well, however long it’s been since he first saw you in Sabaody. He doesn’t even want to finish off his drink- and it’s only his first of the night! But if he does, he might not remember this moment.

He’s so caught up in the thought of you that’s he’s simply nodding at your words, “Something something… dance… music…” Your lips are so pretty, and your voice might be the most melodic thing to ever grace his ears- besides your laugh, of course. And your hands are so damn soft- which is unexpected for a pirate, but most fitting for someone of your beauty.

Wait, since when had you taken his hand? And led him away from the railing? …What had he agreed to go again?

Well, who knows, and who cares! He’d gladly let you lead him to your cabin right now, if that’s what’s happening, and once the door was closed he’d be more than willing to-

“Penguin? You ok?”

His cheeks flush when you look back at him “Yeah! I’m good, great even-“

You turn fully so you’re walking backwards, and take his other hand so both are interlocked. “Not having second thoughts, are you?”

Penguin realizes you’re standing closer to the source of the music (the skeleton man… what was his name?) and at the center of the deck. “No, no of course not…”

“Mkay,” you smile, putting one of his hands onto your waist and resting your now free hand on his shoulder.

“Ohhh, right: dancing.”

Penguin tries his best, really, but you find that he’s a mediocre dance partner. He steps on your feet multiple times over the course of just 2 songs, probably because his eyes stay trained on you rather than observing and following your movements. You call it quits on the 3rd song and tell him you’re going to get a drink.

“So much for having fun with a cute guy tonight.” you mutter to yourself under your breath before taking a sip of your drink. He was so zoned out, it’s like he wasn’t even interested all of a sudden. Major turn off… Scratch that, a major disappointment, considering you were still very much on.

That’s when Penguin finds you at the drink table, and pours himself some sort of liquor before he steps closer to talk to you. “So much for not drinking tonight, but I’m gonna need it.” he thinks to himself. He steps closer and waves at you.

“Hey y/n, so I uh…. I kind of lied. I don’t really know how to dance- not like you do, at least.”

You smile and wave off his concerns, “It’s fine, I had fun anyway.”

“Ok, good, good…”

He’s biting his lip, and even though you can’t see his eyebrows, you imagine them pinched together nervously. “What’s wrong?”

Penguin sighs dramatically and sets down his cup, “I’m not a liar, usually, I swear. I just wanted to impress you, you know?” This makes you laugh, though you try to reel it in for his sake. But damnit, it’s more than enough to ease his nerves and loosen his tongue. “I have a crush on you! And I think you’re-“

“Penguin.”

“…Yes?”

“You don’t have to comfort me, it’s really fine. We just talked for a little bit, I’m not hurt or anything…” you laugh.

“No I-“ he exhales, “y/n, I’ve liked you since I met you.”

“…We’ve met before?”

“Yeah, on Sabaody Archipelago.”

“…”

He waves his hands in front of his face, as if to reassure you that you’re not forgetting some vital piece of information. “We didn’t introduce ourselves or anything, but… I saw you. Every time after that, I tried to talk to you, but it never worked out. I guess tonight I got lucky though, right?

“Uh huh…” You don’t even really know what to say to that. So he’d admired you al this time… and you didn’t even know.

“Sorry, was that too much? I don’t want to weird you o-“

And since you don’t have the words, you settle on actions instead. With swift movements, you grab the collar of his shirt and pull him in for a quick, but gentle kiss. You feel his hat being tipped back from the angle, so you hold the back of his head to prevent it from falling. This leads Penguin to deepen the kiss, his tongue darting out to lick at your bottom lip. With a gasp, your lips part, and it’s all he needs keep exploring your mouth and savoring the way it fits with his. You hum, at first because you’re enjoying it, then because you feel like you actually shouldn’t be doing this. Either way it creates a pleasant vibration against his lips, and he groans. Having only meant for it to be a small peck, and with the resurgence of the feeling that you’re doing something scandalous, you push him away.

Still breathing heavily, you apologize profusely. “I don’t even know why I did that, I’m sorry.”

Penguin is also panting after the heated kiss you share, but he stops you. “No, no don’t apologize!” He holds your face in both hands and kisses you again, though much more forcefully than you had.

When he pulls away to gauge your reaction, your expression turns from momentarily stunned to genuinely happy. You laugh. God, why do you have to always laugh and look so perfect around him? It’s killing him inside.

“Was that good orrr…?” This only makes your giggles louder, and you try to look away so you can quiet yourself, but he keeps your face turned towards his.

“M-mhm, I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you-“

“Stop saying sorry!” Penguin sighs into your mouth as he kisses you once more, albeit softer this time and long enough for you to put your arms around his neck.

When you pull away, he grins while still mere inches away from your face. “So you liked it then?”

You shake your head with an equally bright smile. “I like you.”

[fixfoxnox]

Okay, I have been thinking... What if Ghost and Anima Roach got separated for a long time (because idk, Ghost got captured by the enemy and for some reason Roach couldn't stay with him)? And because they weren't meant to be separated for a long time, Roach was FREAKING OUT and venting to Soap the whole time. Soap, who couldn't handle seeing Roach so desperate to get Ghost back (and also not-so-secretly very desperate himself), started to plan a rescue mission or something and boom.. happy ending :3

I'm lowkey craving some hurt/comfort GhostSoapRoach recently I'm sorry 😭

- 🥀

So this isn't...exactly what you asked for, but it's something that I've been thinking about for a bit and really the only way that I can see Anima Roach being "separated" from Ghost in any way. I have twisted it to give you some GhostRoachSoap hurt/comfort, but I will admit it is very heavy on the Ghost/Roach side of things.

A Year (Anima AU)

Pairings: GhostRoachSoap, GhostRoach, Ghost/OC, Roach/OC (yes please welcome two new OC's to Luke's extended universe lol)

Warnings: Angst, Slight nsfw, discussion of nsfw hurt/comfort, slight suicidal ideation/thoughts

They were arguing. It was quite possibly the first time that Soap had seen them argue. He didn't like it in the slightest.

Roach was always smiling or giving some sort of mischievous grin. It was just who he was. The only time that Soap had seen him not smiling was when Ghost was injured, the first time he'd seen him. Every time he was blessed with the sight of the Anima after that, he'd always been wearing a grin. Roach wasn't smiling now. His lips weren't even quirked up a bit, his face was serious.

Ghost looked angrier than Soap had ever seen him. His face was stormy and he'd been laying into Roach since they'd gotten back from their last mission. Soap understood why. He also understood Roach's side of things. He couldn't get a word in between the two men to try to help solve the issue.

"You shouldn't have gone ahead," Ghost hissed out. He ripped his mask off of his face and turned back to face Roach with gritted teeth. The black of his grease paint was faded from the mask and had spread in little streaks across his cheeks. Still, Soap could see how red his face was. "You could have given our position away!"

"No one could see me but you," Roach reminded Ghost with a hiss, "I was checking ahead, that's all! Nothing happened!"

"Nothing happened," Ghost scoffed, "Soap was nearly shot!" He motioned in Soap's direction and Soap wanted to point out that it wasn't true. Sure, he'd been seen because Roach had opened the wrong door at the wrong time, but he'd been able to dispatch the man before anything bad happened.

"Soap was and is fine," Roach stepped forward with a growl and pressed his finger to Ghost's chest, "You were fine. I was making sure that it would stay that way."

"You should have listened to me," Ghost countered, "I was leading the mission." Roach scoffed at the words and Soap could see the way that Ghost clenched his jaw in response.

"My job isn't to follow you," Roach crossed his arms over his chest, "That isn't why I was there. I was doing my job."

"Well," Ghost snapped, "I wish you wouldn't. My life would be much easier if you weren't running around trying to do your job and getting in my way."

The effect was instant. Roach reeled back at the words, his face crumpled and Soap could see the beginnings of tears gathering in his eyes. Ghost's reaction was just as quick, regret spreading across his face only moments after the words left his mouth. There was a moment where the two just stared at each other silently. Soap tried to find the words to help, but he found his own shock and horror seemed to sew his mouth shut.

"Roach," Ghost's voice was weak. He took a step toward Roach and Roach took a step away from him. "I didn't-"

Roach disappeared from Soap's sight and the only indication that he got of the Anima leaving the room was Ghost rushing to the door, calling out his name in a desperate voice several times. Ghost didn't leave the room, he just collapsed against the door frame. His grip on the wood was hard and he seemed to shrink in on himself, one of his hands came up to cover his face.

"Ghost," Soap stepped forward carefully, his own voice soft, careful. He didn't know quite how to approach the man at the moment, but he was determined to try.

"I can't," Ghost's voice was shaky and he took in several desperate gasps for air, his entire body keeling over, "I did it again. I can't believe I did it again. I didn't- I didn't mean-"

"Again?" Soap reached out, slowly placing a hand on Ghost's back to rub soothing circles against him, concern eating at his chest. He'd never seen Ghost this stressed. "Ghost, what do you mean, again?"

"You're overbearing and annoying and overprotective!"

"I'm doing my job!" Roach hissed, his hands slamming onto the table in front of him hard. "My job is to protect you!"

"What if I don't want that?" Ghost hissed back, his hands balled into tight fists at his side. "I've made the decision, whether you like it or not!"

"Don't you understand how dangerous joining the military is!" Roach reached up to tug at his hair, frustration eating at him. So much could go wrong if Ghost went into the military. There were so many ways for him to be hurt. So many things that Roach wouldn't be able to properly prepare for. "Are you trying to make my life difficult!"

"Are you trying to make mine difficult?" Ghost snapped, his face going a deep red color. Before Roach could respond Ghost was speaking again. "I've never had a break from you! You're always hanging over my shoulder and making decisions for me to try to protect me! Well, guess what? I don't want you to protect me! I don't even want you around half the time!"

Roach's heart jumped up to his throat and it felt as though a terrible weight slammed into his chest, taking his air away. "Ghost," he choked out, his eyes stinging with tears already.

"My life would be a million times better if you weren't in it!"

Silence settled around the room. It hung over them thickly and neither of them spoke for several moments, the words just hanging between them. Roach was fighting back the desire to cry, a hand covering his mouth to keep any sobs that threatened to escape inside. Ghost still looked angry, his jaw clenched tight. He wouldn't meet Roach's eyes. He wouldn't even look at him.

"If that's," Roach took in a shaky breath, "If that's what you think."

"It is," Ghost confirmed, his fists clenching at his sides.

Roach was Ghost's anima. That was the bottom line of things. He was made with the sole purpose of protecting Ghost. Of keeping Ghost happy and healthy. That was his job. That was what he would do, it was what he had to do. If leaving is what it took to make Ghost happy, then that was what he would do.

Roach didn't say another word. He rarely ever changed himself. He rarely ever made himself invisible to anyone but Ghost. He'd never had a reason to, Ghost's family had always treated him like he was one of them. Not like he was some sort of creature, but like he was a person. Now, though, now he made himself disappear.

Ghost wanted a life without him. Roach couldn't provide that, but he could make himself virtually as invisible as possible. To anyone else, Ghost would be normal. Roach would allow him that.

He quietly slipped away, leaving the kitchen to make his way out of the backdoor of the house. He took a moment when he was outside, leaning up against the small house as he choked on his own tears. The air ripped from his lungs as sobs pulled at him. He didn't need to breathe, but it still wasn't comfortable to go so long with no air.

He pushed past it. He pushed past it all. Quietly, as tears continued streaming down his face, he tried to evaluate where the best place to go would be. He needed somewhere close, somewhere where he could still watch Ghost, could still watch the house, but far enough away that he could stay out of sight and out of mind.

He landed on the old treehouse in the backyard. It was a rickety old thing and, if he made himself present, there was no doubt it wouldn't be able to hold his weight. If he stayed invisible though, if he stayed as essentially a spirit to everyone but Ghost, it wouldn't even move an inch. It would be like he didn't even exist. That was what Ghost wanted. That was what he would do.

Roach hated basic training. He fucking hated it. He hated the military. He wanted to hate Ghost. He couldn't. He could never hate Ghost.

But weeks upon weeks of watching Ghost be whipped into a soldier, be trained into something dangerous and fierce, it was hard for him. There were injuries, there were times when he wanted to step in and smash the face of some army officer in, there were times when he just wanted to drop to his knees and beg Simon to quit. To just go home. He never did.

He stayed back. He stayed out of sight. He just watched. He just watched Ghost turn himself into someone stronger and more skilled. He just watched him excel in nearly every class and training exercise. He watched and he knew that Ghost needed him that much less.

Of course, he learned as well. Any opportunity to pick up more skills, any opportunity to learn things that would help him protect Ghost and he would do it. He would watch during the day then, at night, when everyone was asleep, he'd practice things himself.

He hated it. He hated all of it. Most of all, he hated that Ghost seemed happy. He hated how content Ghost was while he wasn't around. He hated the way that the other recruits made him laugh. He hated the way that Ghost hadn't looked at him in months. He hated it. He wanted to rip himself out of existence, to tear and destroy the strings connecting him to Ghost. Ghost was happier without him, he saw that he was doomed to know it for the rest of his existence. His existence was a burden on Ghost and he could do nothing about it. How was he supposed to make Ghost truly happy when he was the thing causing that unhappiness?

It was worse to feel. Seeing Ghost being happy and content was one thing, but feeling it was something else entirely. It had never been clearer to him before which emotions belonged to Ghost and which belonged to him. Ghost's were happy, light, strong. His were like a weight trying to bash that to pieces. Trying to create dust of any of the positivity he was forced to feel so that it could float away from him, carried by the wind. Roach wanted peace. He wanted to disappear for Ghost's sake. He couldn't.

Worse than basic training was clearly the squad that Ghost was placed on. Roach hated how much they liked Ghost. He hated how much Ghost liked them. He hated one member of the squad, in particular, more than anyone else.

"It isn't healthy for you to sit out here like this." A shaggy blonde-haired man slid down the wall, sitting next to Roach. Roach knew the other man was feeling exactly what he was at the moment, he hid it much better than him.

"Ash," he acknowledged, turning his head to watch the other Anima light a cigarette between his fingers and bring it to his mouth. Roach knew the smoke wasn't going to be a problem. There was quiet between the two as Ash took a long drag from the cigarette before holding it out for Roach. Roach took it from him gratefully.

"Seriously," Ash blew the smoke from his lungs, his eyes carefully watching Roach as he took a drag from the cigarette. It wouldn't hurt either of them, so there was no harm in smoking. At least, that's what Roach told himself. "You shouldn't sit out here like this."

"I'm waiting for Simon," Roach passed the cigarette back to him and folded his hands over his knees, picking at his nails. "That's all. Just doing what I'm supposed to."

Ash gave a low chuckle at those words, "Yeah, just protecting the guy who doesn't even want you around." Roach flinched at those words and tucked into himself further. He refused to meet the other's careful eyes. "Simon will be fine, you know that. Just pick up watching him in the morning." He moved closer to him, shuffling until their legs were pressed tight together, "Don't make yourself sit here."

There was a pause. Roach wanted to listen to him. He wanted to go as far away from the room as he could, to be so far away that he wouldn't be able to feel everything that Ghost was. All of the emotions. Everything. He knew it wasn't possible. He had to stay. It was his job, that was it.

The door beside them opened and two laughing figures stumbled out, straightening their clothing. Roach didn't look at them, he didn't think he could stomach it.

"Ash! What are you doing out here?"

"Sorry," Ash gave a grin up to his bonded, "Just sitting with Roach for a minute. All good?"

"All good," Todd, Ash's bonded, confirmed. "Simon and I are all good. We took care of each other." The words seemed directed at Roach more than Ash and Roach glared down at his pants. His fists tightened into balls against them.

Ghost didn't acknowledge him, "Let's go get something to eat, I'm fucking starving."

"Oh, right," Todd turned back toward them, "You two keep doing whatever, we're going for food."

They set off down the hallway together. Roach gave them a moment, allowing them to get a decent distance away before standing up to follow. Ash stayed seated on the ground, just watching him.

No words were spoken until Roach had started after the two men, until he was only a few feet away. "You have to stop doing this to yourself." Roach paused, freezing for several moments, "You and I both know that you'll just end up killing yourself."

Roach glanced back at Ash for a brief moment and took in how serious his face was. He turned away and didn't say anything else before taking off after Ghost and his...paramour. The implication of the action stood between the two Anima, though. They both knew what Roach's response was to the idea of his death: good.

"I'm not letting you do this."

Roach looked up at Ash, his vision feeling a bit hazy. He was tired, which was a first for him, though he considered it a good sign. "You don't really get to decide that," he replied lazily. He tucked into himself further, still leaning up against the wall next to the door. Waiting for Ghost.

Ash rolled his eyes at him. "Stand up," he ordered, his face serious. There was a moment of silence between the two. Roach didn't move. "I'm serious Roach, I'm not letting you do this. Stand up."

There was another long moment that passed between the two before Ash sighed and stepped forward, hauling Roach up from the ground easily. Roach struggled slightly against his hold, fighting to be dropped back down to the ground. Ash wouldn't let him and, seeing as they were both Anima, it wasn't easy for Roach to break out of the sudden hold.

He found himself pinned back against the wall with Ash's body pressed tight to his, keeping him from struggling. "Ash," Roach met his eyes with a stern look, "I have to stay focused, let me down."

"Staying focused," Ash pushed even closer to him, "Is what is going to get you killed. I'm going to distract you. I'm going to give you a break from worrying about Simon."

Roach snorted, "Yeah, good luck with that. What's your plan? Hold me here until-"

Ash slammed his mouth against Roach's, cutting off his words and catching him completely by surprise. The other Anima didn't give him a moment to think before licking into his mouth and nipping at his lips. One of his legs shoved between Roach's his knee pressed just slightly against his crotch to give the slightest bit of pressure.

Roach, surprisingly, relaxed against his touch. He and Ash knew one another, they'd been in the same boat since their bonded had been transferred to their current squad. They understood each other probably better than even their bonded ones knew them. It was an odd thing to think, but it was the truth. And, as Roach wrapped his arms around Ash's shoulders and pulled him further into the kiss, he thought that it was nice to be wanted again, in whatever way that meant.

The kiss was harsh and biting and filled with all of the frustration that had been building within the two for the months and months that they'd been cast to the side. They took out their frustration on one another, biting and nipping and tugging at their hair until the other was groaning and pressing even closer. They were desperate to feel, desperate to distract themselves and they were doing a damn good job at it.

"Ash! What the hell?"

Roach and Ash broke apart from one another, their heads turning quickly to meet the eyes of their humans. They just stared blankly at them for several moments, their minds running circles.

Roach let his eyes trail over to Ghost and, for the first time in months, the two locked eyes with one another. Ghost looked...hurt? That wasn't right though, he wouldn't look hurt by this. Roach reminded himself quickly that Ghost didn't want him around. He reminded himself how happy Ghost had been for the past several months without him.

He shoved down the rising anxiety and upset in his chest. What sense did that make? Ghost would cut him off then feel upset when he finally did something other than follow him around silently? It didn't make a lick of sense, so Roach pushed it down. Ghost was probably just embarrassed that Roach had been doing something like this in such a public area. Not that it mattered, no one could see him or the man pressed against him.

"Are the two of you going for food?" Ash's breath was heavy as he spoke, but he still managed to get the words out.

"Probably," Todd responded by crossing his arms over his chest, "But what the fuck are the two of you doing? Don't you know-"

"Great," Ash pushed off of the wall and wrapped an arm around Roach to tug him with him, "You two enjoy your food. We're going to take over your room for a bit."

"What?!" Todd's face went a bright red as Ash shoved past him, pulling Roach along behind him.

Ash shoved Roach toward the bed in the room before turning back to the door and the men on the other side, "You may want to stay in Simon's room tonight, we're going to be a minute." With that he shut the door in their faces, muffling any noises from the two men out in the hallway and leaving himself and Roach blissfully alone.

"You seem uncomfortable," Ash looked down at him, his eyes scanning across his face carefully. Roach shifted again, trying to resist the urge to just fully hide his face in the other's shoulder. "What's going on?"

Roach sighed and peeked away from him again, his eyes immediately catching on to Ghost's from across the long training yard. He looked away quickly. "Simon keeps looking at me," he whispered the words, as though he was afraid to speak them out loud. "And, he hesitated for a moment, his hand raising to his chest, "He's been feeling different."

"Different how?" Ash tucked him closer to his side, one of his hands coming up to rub soothingly across his arm.

"Like...sad," He tilted his head a bit, "Regret too? I don't know it's like...similar to before but, he just feels more upset."

"You're having trouble separating his feelings from your own, aren't you?" Ash didn't speak the words in a judging manner, he didn't seem smug or upset about the fact. He seemed like he understood. Roach nodded to him slowly, tucking closer to his side.

He hated it. He'd been so sure that Ghost was happy without him around, he'd been so sure of it. And yet, now, when he could tell that Ghost was upset...it felt like things had only slightly changed. "I just...I don't know what to do."

There was a silence that hung between them for several moments, Roach couldn't tell what Ash was thinking. "You could try talking to him," Ash suggested quietly, his eyes focusing on Roach's face, watching for his reaction. It was apparently quite obvious based on the amused glint in his eyes. "I'm serious. You two haven't actually talked in, what? Over a year? Maybe it's time that you try to talk with him again."

Roach jerked away from him at the words, blinking with wide eyes at the suggestion. "What? No, no way. He said-"

"A year ago in the middle of an argument he told you that his life would be better if you weren't in it," Ash finished for him, watching his face with close eyes, "Maybe now that he's lived a year without you in it he's reconsidered." He paused for a long moment, just watching Roach's shocked face closely. "What's the worst he could do," he reached up to brush a bit of Roach's hair out of his face sweetly, "Confirm what you think you know? At least you'll have tried and," he hesitated for a long moment, "I'll even do the same."

"What?"

Ash shrugged and Roach could see him swallow nervously, "I'll talk to Todd if you talk to Simon. If, well, if things don't work out then I say that the two of us leave."

"Leave?" Roach blinked wide at him.

"If they decide they don't want us here? Why should we stay? Why shouldn't we go live our lives somewhere?"

"Can," Roach hesitated for a moment. He didn't know how he felt about what Ash was suggesting. Not being wanted was one thing, but could Roach actually be able to leave Ghost? Whether Ghost wanted him around or not, Roach loved him. He didn't want to give him up, even if Ghost wanted to give him up. "Can we even do that?"

"I've heard of other Anima who have," Ash spoke quietly, "When they were rejected by their bonded."

The two were silent for another long moment and, even without saying it, Roach could see that both of them were unsure about what Ash had suggested. Still, Roach reasoned, there would be no harm in at least talking to Ghost. Like Ash said, the worst that could happen is that Ghost would tell him he didn't want him around anymore again.

"Okay," he spoke quietly and Ash seemed to relax at his words, "I'll talk to Simon."

Roach waited until Ghost was alone. He was in his room cleaning a few things up and Roach had stood by the door for nearly thirty minutes, trying to work up the courage to actually go inside. He just had to step inside. That was it.

Still, actually moving inside of the room was possibly the hardest thing that Roach had done in his existence. When he finally did, he was quick.

He opened the door, stepped inside, and turned quickly to shut the door behind him. He just stared at the wood for several moments, terrified of turning around to meet Simon's gaze. He was too afraid of the hatred that he'd find there. The anger.

"Roach?"

He turned quickly at the call of his name, his eyes wide from having been acknowledged. Roach couldn't figure out how to get his voice to work. The words were right there at the back of his tongue, trying to leave his throat and failing.

"What are you doing here?" Ghost dropped the sheets he was pulling at and started around his bed. He only stopped when he was almost directly in front of Roach, standing only a few feet away from him.

They stared at one another for several moments. "I," Roach took in a shaky breath and leaned back against the door for support, needing something to help keep his knees from collapsing under his weight. "I came to talk to you."

"To talk?" Ghost asked quietly.

"To ask," Roach corrected himself, "To see if...if you're still sure about what you said. About not wanting me around. I know that you've been happy without me around and more than anything I just want you to be happy," it was like once the words started, he couldn't get them to stop. "But I had to check, I had to know because lately I feel like something has been different and I couldn't not ask. I just care about you so much and I don't think you understand how important you are to me, so if there was any possibility that you wanted me around again I had-"

Ghost stepped forward to place a hand over Roach's mouth, silencing him both physically and mentally thanks to the sudden proximity. There was silence between them for several moments, both of them just staring at the other. Finally, Ghost spoke.

"Roach," his voice was soft and it sounded weak to Roach's ears, "I am so sorry." He moved his hand away from Roach's mouth, leaving him gaping at the words. That was the last thing he'd expected to hear.

"You? You're sorry?"

Ghost nodded his head slowly, "I was angry. I didn't mean what I said, I swear I never meant it. I just," he looked away from Roach and Roach could feel the shame from Ghost blossoming in his chest, "I wanted to hurt you I guess. I didn't..."

"You didn't think I'd actually leave," Roach pieced together quietly.

"I was too afraid to tell you," Ghost moved carefully, as though he was afraid of scaring Roach off. His hand ever so slowly made contact with Roach's face, cupping at his cheek. Roach couldn't stop from leaning into the touch, "I was sure that you hated me."

"I could never hate you," Roach was quick to the words. They were the truth. He didn't think it was possible for him to hate Ghost, it just wasn't something he was capable of. "I thought you hated me."

"No," Ghost stepped closer to him, "I could never hate you. I need to make this up to you, please let me make it up to you?"

Roach nodded his head slowly, still nuzzling into Ghost's hand. His entire body felt warm at the contact and his ears were tingling with the sound of Ghost's voice speaking to him! Actually talking to him! He could have vibrated with the excitement of the entire situation. Ghost didn't hate him. Ghost wanted him in his life. "Just," Roach looked up at Ghost with wide eyes, "Please don't say anything like that to me again and...if you do," he looked away from Ghost briefly, "don't let us go so long without talking about it. I don't think I can survive another year like this one."

Ghost nodded his head and, in one quick move, he tugged Roach against his chest. Roach tucked himself close to Ghost and gave a contented sigh as he was tucked against the other's chest carefully. "I really missed you," Ghost whispered against his hair. There was a moment and Roach could feel him hesitating, he could feel that there was something else the man wanted to say. "You," he cleared his throat nervously, "You and Ash, are you?"

Roach understood immediately what Ghost was asking and he almost scoffed at the man. That was his question? What did it matter, especially now? After all, Ghost had Todd. "I don't know, are you and Todd?"

"No."

Roach shot back, pulling away from Ghost to look up at him with wide eyes, shock running through him. "What?"

"I broke things off," Ghost admitted nervously. There was a quiet moment before he shyly added, "For you."

Roach stared at him silently, unsure of how to respond. Ghost had broken things off...for him? Why would he have done that? Sure, Roach didn't like Todd, but that shouldn't have-

Suddenly things clicked for him. All of the emotions he'd been feeling over the past few weeks, over the time that he and Ash had started their little affair, it all suddenly made sense to him. He didn't have the context. He had the context now. Jealousy.

He stared at Ghost for several long moments, just trying to make sure that he was reading the other man's face correctly. When he'd determined that, yes, he was reading the situation correctly, it was quite an easy choice of what to do from there.

His hands pressed hard to Ghost's chest, shoving him backward until his knees hit the edge of the bed and all it took was another good shove to knock him onto his back with a small groan from his lips. Roach didn't give him a moment to recover, he just climbed onto his lap with a grin on his face.

"Roach," Ghost's voice was a bit higher than normal and there was a high blush rising on his cheeks.

"You wanted to make it up to me, right?" He put his hands on Ghost's chest and used the leverage to grind his hips down. The effect was immediate with Ghost's hands flying to his hips and his head tilting backward with a gasp. Roach gave him another grin."How about, to make it up to me," he ground his hips down again, "You let me ride your cock?"

The answer from Ghost was almost instantaneous, "Fuck yes."

"You went an entire year without talking?" Soap's voice was filled with horror. He'd never even realized that such a thing was possible for Anima and their bonded. He thought they always stuck together, that nothing like that could ever happen because of the bond. He supposed he didn't know as much as he thought he did.

"Yes," Ghost rubbed at his face and stood from his seat. He snatched his mask into his hands and took to shoving it over his tear-stained face. Speaking with Soap about his past, about that year, and those words that he always knew he would regret and feel guilty over...it made him realize that he couldn't do it again. He had to find Roach. "I can't let that happen again," he turned to Soap, "I have to go find Roach."

"Let me help?" Soap stood from his seat as well, his eyes wide, "It might be easier with two people and, it will probably help both of you to have someone else around." He leaned forward a bit, trying to hint to Ghost that he was offering his presence to try and comfort the two men. Ghost seemed to get what he was saying a shot him an appreciative look.

"Thanks, Johnny." With that, the two men left the room, trying to track down their missing boyfriend.

"Roach," Soap called carefully. He couldn't see Roach, but he had a pretty good idea of where the other man was. He'd learned fairly quickly into dating both Ghost and Roach that, when Roach wanted to be alone, he tended to move into dark quiet spaces. That was exactly why Soap had gone almost immediately to one of the record rooms on base.

No one ever really came in, no one would be able to bother Roach. It was the perfect space for when he needed to get away. He called out for the man again, desperate for any sign of him. Just as he was sure that this wasn't the right room, or at least that he would need Ghost to be able to properly check it, he felt a pair of arms wrap him up from behind.

A face buried itself against his neck and he could feel and hear Roach's quiet cries. "Roach," Soap's voice was quiet and he was quick to turn around in the man's hold to wrap him up in his arms. He stayed silent for several moments, just holding tight to him, trying to provide as much comfort as he could. "Ghost is looking for you," he finally whispered.

Roach choked a bit on his cries and held tighter to Soap, "He's? He's looking for me?" It was as though he didn't believe what Soap was saying and, based on what Ghost had told him, Soap could understand why.

"Yes," Soap pressed a kiss to the side of Roach's head, "he wants to apologize. He didn't mean what he said and he's very upset with himself." He paused for a moment before adding, "He was crying."

He figured that Roach could have guessed that, considering he could feel Ghost's emotions alongside his own, but he also knew that Roach sometimes had trouble reading the emotions that he could feel from Ghost, so he decided it would be better to tell him rather than just leaving it up in the air.

Roach took a moment to respond, just burying his face into Soap's shoulder harder. "Can we go to the room?" he asked after a moment, still wrapped tight in Soap's arms.

"Of course," Soap hesitated for a moment before asking, "Do you want me to tell Ghost?" Roach hesitated for another long moment before giving a slight nod of his head against Soap's shoulder. "Okay," Soap wrapped an arm around Roach and started guiding him to the door all while pulling his phone from his pocket to shoot a quick text to Ghost, "C'mon, let's get you back to the room."

Ghost was waiting for them when they finally made it back into the room. It was clear to see how nervous he was by the way that he shot to his feet as soon as the door opened.

His eyes landed on Roach almost immediately, watching him with wide and apologetic eyes as he froze in the doorway to the room. There was silence for several moments and, despite Soap's desire to encourage the two to talk, he stayed silent and let them work at their own pace.

"Roach," Ghost choked out after a moment. His face was twisted up into a picture of regret and Soap could see how glassy his eyes were. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean it like that, I swear to god I didn't mean it like that. I shouldn't have said it in the first place I was just worried and angry. I know it doesn't justify it." He paused for another moment before taking a step closer to Roach. Roach watched him carefully, his own face a mess of red and tear stains. "I'm sorry."

After a long moment, Roach took a few shuffled steps forward and buried his face in Ghost's chest, tears streaming down his face again. "I don't like it when we argue." He grabbed tight to Ghost's shirt, using it as a safety blanket of sorts.

"I don't either," Ghost responded by wrapping him up in his arms and cradling him tight against his body. After several moments, he lifted Roach into his arms and turned toward the bed. Roach didn't even react, he just stayed with his face buried against Ghost's chest.

Soap reacted quickly to the questioning look that Ghost sent his way, understanding almost immediately what the man wanted. He moved across the room in quick strides and threw himself down onto the bed, happily wrapping his arms around Roach and Ghost when they settled next to him on the bed.

They lay together silently for some time, Roach just quietly pressed between them. There were clearly things that would have to be handled, more discussion to have, and more apologies to be made, but for now, they just laid together.

"I'm sorry you had to see us fight, Soap," Roach threw out after a long moment of silence.

"It's fine, Bug." Soap assured him, "I'm sure we'll fight at some point. It's just part of life, unfortunately."

"I hate fighting," Roach's voice told Soap that he was pouting and he couldn't help but chuckle. Even like this Roach was still his same old self. "There's only one thing fighting's good for."

"And what's that?" Ghost asked, sending Soap an amused look over Roach's shoulder.

Roach slowly unburied his face from Ghost's chest to shoot both of the men a bright grin, "Makeup sex."

Soap couldn't help but laugh.

[musette22]

"but it's not like Chris himself hasn't been vocal about his dislike for you know who 🙃 " /

No I know Chris is very vocal about it but Minnie, people are being forced to apologize for their reactions towards try*mp (Rachel Ziegler to say the most obvious) so yeah, I don't think this is on Chris but I do think his publicist has smth to do with that, idk. Anyway yeah, agreed with everything you said. I just hope they don't black list him or something because this sounds bad and many people in the industry are saying it (on twt, people like Adam McKay for example). It sucks and I wish a24 would've pushed "a different man" 😓 but he'll comeback, as you said, stronger 💪🏽 and we'll be there supporting him ❤️

I know people are being forced to apologize etc. and it's definitely a tricky situation. But I mentioned other reasons why I don't think the thing with Chris is related to this, and I genuinely don't think it is! But you're free to disagree, of course.

But yes, I agree with everything else you said. I can't imagine he'd be blacklisted, I think he'll be ok if he lays low for a little bit. It's probably a blessing in disguise that he won't have much more opportunity to discuss the Apprentice over the coming months, at least. The sooner it's out of the collective consciousness (at least for the moment), the better. Hopefully at some point it will get the recognition it deserves, though! And yes, it is a shame that A24 hasn't pushed A Different Man, they absolutely should have. But it is what it is. This year was just a test drive for him, next year will be even better!! ❤️

[freeuselandonorris]

I get what you're saying about the nortrell thing, Max always being in the background of Lando. But I think the beautiful thing about Lando pov nortrell is that Lando can be so painfully unaware of these things, like how this dynamic is affecting max. Lando things max is so cool and hot and Max doesn't directly say anything to refute that so what do you mean he gets insecure? Sure he gets hate from the internet sometimes but like not as bad as Lando does so it's all good, Max always tells him not to look anyway. It's all chill that max works for quadrant that's like half the reason he made it, it was a nice thing to do for max and Max would've done the same for him probably.

I also think their self loathing is so similar yet so different. Lando really hasn't ever had to experience not being hot enough or not being good enough, cause even if he's felt like it, he never really was. Max did actually give up racing, which is a difference Lando could easily be blind to (god bless but he does seem self-centered, very much empathy through trying to relate).

The of course there's always the wonderful Max trying to play it cool because working for Lando and travelling around the world for him and being famous because of him AND being in love with him is just too much, too embarrassing, but he's hiding it all so well cause he can be hard to read and overcompensates by being meaner than usual so Lando truly has no idea and is all like "I have everything I wished for by Max will never love me back it's all for naught:((((((". Which can be really fun through a Lando pov.

mmm yeah i’m not saying lando pov nortrell is like bad or invalid or anything, just doesn’t hit for me in a way that makes me want to write it!

i think in a lot of ways lando’s tendency towards (and i say this with love lmao) selfishness and obliviousness feels more interesting to write from the opposing pov, because if he’s not aware of it then i can’t dig into that juicy inner monologue, it’s just a lot of him misinterpreting other people’s reactions and then the payoff of the realisation at the end. which is not a bad thing to write but i kinda got that sort of character arc out of my system with mondayverse lmao.

like i said, might be interesting to write at some point just for curiosity’s sake — actually i just remembered i kind of did when i did the pov flip scene from hypnoverse, although that was mostly solo lando — but yeah idk, just doesn’t grab me 🤷 personal preference innit!

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

i am working through something and i wanted to express it somewhere but it feels too personal to say publicly.. and your blog feels like a safe place to confess things.. I want to go on hrt but am terrified of my mother's reaction. she knows im trans and is a lot more ok with it than she used to be but she still doesn't understand and is really bothered by her own lack of understanding. and my sense is that when my appearance changes from T shes going to hate it and be extremely upset. I'm an adult and I dont want to be controlled by my mother's feelings but due to my family dynamics growing up I have rotated around her feelings my whole life, its not as bad as it used to be but i still feel her feelings are dangerous and painful to me. I have a great support system, im blessed with so many friends and even my older siblings who I wasn't close with have been very supportive of me being trans. I dont need to be scared, materially I will be safe and loved even if my mother hurts me. but still its so terrifying to me. I want to get over this and not feel so dependent on her approval, but at the same time i dont even know if its possible. who can help wanting their mother to love them? or even more than love, because i know she does love me and thats really why its so hard, i want her to approve of me and be happy for me. I dont want the happiness i know i will feel from going on hrt to be ruined by her hating my life choices. my spiritual life is pushing me to take control of my life and bring my internal self and reality into the material, I know i cant keep ignoring my own physical desires and living with dissonance between the internal and external...so im moving towards that and i know i'll get there regardless its just terrifying and i wanted to talk about it.. uhh ya sorry this is so personal and emotional i hope it isnt uncomfortable for you or anyone else to read because i know these are really painful issues for many people. and i don't expect you to have any advice necessarily i know htese are huge issues to work through... i just wanted to express it and put it into the world that i'm working on this. thank you for letting me use your askbox to talk! hope your day is great

thankyou for trusting me with your confession anon <3 its not at all uncomfortable to me for you to confide your feelings.. Does anyone who's transitioned have supportive advice they cld leave for anon in the replies? i dont want to speak on something i havent personally experienced.

One thing i do relate to immensely is having a mother who doesn't try to see you as a unique individual, and becomes very displeased when u act in ways that don't align with her worldview. my mom will straight up tell me i look ugly with pink hair. my mom knows i make music but she's never asked to hear one of my songs. she doesn;t want to know about anything that interests me or my motivations in life. etc etc. and it's that same feeling of like, well, she does Love me i think, but i'll never feel that she truly approves of me. idk what the answer is..in my own life it has lead to me being quite a distant person, and rebellious in nature, i coped with it by purposefully leaning into the parts of me she disapproved of most. but idk if that's been healthy for me.

ultimately, we will disappoint everyone in our lives at one point or another.. Sometimes even when u try ur best to please someone it still doesn't work out. so please dont be too hard on urself <3 One thing im learning to cope with my ocd spirals (usually body dysmorphia or guilt related) is to "zoom out", try and redirect my thoughts to the bigger picture of life, it makes my own problems feel smaller in a way that doesn;t silence or dismiss them, just re-contextualizes them in that moment and makes it feel less imminent & overwhelming. mayb i can talk more about methods and analogies for this sometime.

Hope u can find some peace anon and i'm sure your hopes and dreams will materialize for u if u just keep going & focusing your energy on ur dreams. Stay safe <333 PMD9

[march-26]

today last year I took you to see our favorite band, a band that we would make "our band", and you know im not one to gloss over my mistakes, I know the journey up to this point was a rocky one, but I did everything I could to fix it and it led to what would be one of my favorite nights, and trips, I've ever taken on the road.

We went to their home town to see them play for thr first time in years but that wasn't before we had our little drive and detour, playing car games, talking, visiting buccees and grabbing snacks, then taking that detour to the lavender fields, which I loved every moment of, I loved seeing your reaction to everything that was lavender scented or themed. I almost forget that we went into the mall and shopped around, and we're blown away, atleast I was, at the sheer size of it, and the size of the giant Christmas tree they planted right in the middle of everything.

then it came to watch the bands play and wow, were they incredible, they played your favorite song right at the start and to see your reaction was priceless, we got merch, you got to get a picture with the singer, and we had a long drive back home.

it was all beautiful, and I remember just being so thankful, thankful to you for being there with me, thankful that I was able to just get out like this when I never had before. I loved every moment. it was also the start of me just looking at you and realizing that I wanted to do this with you forever, the road trips, the concerts, everything, I realized how much I lived to just see you be happy towards the things you enjoy..

you were asleep for most of our time on the road and I know you apologized over and over again, but I told you I didn't mind at all, i knew your sleep schedule was all over the place and again I was just blessed to have your presence there. when we were waiting in the car for the doors to open, I remember just holding your soft hands while you slept, all I could do was just stare at the soft light bouncing off of your skin, like how could someone look so beautiful so stunning while they slept? did you know I've always thought that about you? it filled me with such warmth and love to witness it.

but there I was, holding your hands and Idk what came over me but I started to get a little teary eyed.. so much was going on at the time and I guess I always lived with this fear of losing you, of not being able to experience things like this with you, and I was just terrified of losing you..

you even woke up and asked me what was wrong, and I spoke about it a little bit and you asked me if I thought you weren't going to chose me, and all of my negative emotions and intrusive thoughts fired into my brain thay you weren't but I stayed confident, I did, I always felt like the odds were against me but I always did my best to just stay strong for you, to be confident, to know that I was meant for you and we were meant for eachother.. I know in time however all of that would kind of slip out of my hands.

Still Though, what a beautiful night, a beautiful experience, one that would be ingrained in my mind and heart forever, and you did that, you always did.

[justmeinadaze]

Good Neighbors Part 7 (Steddie X Reader) 

A/N: "Hi friend! Idk if ur taking requests but i had this thought for your neighbors fic. What if reader is either really fucking stressed out or just one day not wanting to fuck both of them so she either asks or it just happens where she makes "love" to eddie. Like its sweet and gentle but steve happens to see and notices the difference but eddie and reader assure him it was a 1 time thing. Maybe the following week she makes "love" to steve a day when hes really stressed out. Again just a thought i had. ☺️ -Anon" This request came at a perfect time because I had started writing one thing but then got stuck so THANK YOU FRIEND! I hope this does your request justice :)

Warnings: Steddie relationship and all that that implies (I regret nothing), Charlie is a big dick in this one. He does threaten the reader and snap at Dylan but protective Steddie is there <3

Word Count: 4709

Dylan hops down from his father’s truck and slams the door. His tiny eyebrows furrow together as he pouts, walking past you, and up the stairs to your apartment without saying a word. 

“He’s got an attitude today.” Charlie whines as he gestures towards him. 

“What happened?”

“Why do you assume something happened? He’s just being a pain in the ass.”

“Because this,” you point towards your home, “is not normal behavior for him. Not when he’s with me at least.” Charlie rolls his eyes as he turns to open his car door. “Has your lawyer talked to you yet?”

He pauses, turning back to face you. “No? Why?”

You swallow, preparing for his reaction. “My lawyer and I submitted a request for sole custody.”

Charlie chuckles under his breath. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“You don’t follow the schedule and every time it breaks his heart. I’m not going to allow you to hurt that little boy anymore.” 

“He’s my son.”, he growls.

“You always get so upset when we have this conversation but you never act like you care when it’s your time. You bailed on him your last weekend, he went to the hospital and you didn’t even answer your phone! Now he comes back like this? I just—”

He reaches out abruptly, grabbing your arm and pulling you to his chest. “I’m not going to let you take him from me. I don’t care what I have to do.”

You try and pull yourself from his grasp but he just grips you tighter. “Let me go, Charlie.”

“Do you really think this is something you can win? I’m in a house, have a steady job, stable relationship.” You scoff as you keep trying to wiggle free. “What do you have? I’ll give you one chance to correct your mistake. If you don’t, I swear to God, Y/N, I will make you regret it.”

It happened almost in the blink of an eye. One moment your ex is threating you and the next he’s on the concrete, bleeding from his nose with Eddie in front of you. 

Charlie tries to rise to his feet but Eddie pushes him back down with his boot. “You better count your blessings that my friend is at work because if he saw you grabbing her like that? Whew, now that’s something to regret.” He reaches down and lifts your ex up by his collar to his feet, shoving him towards his truck. “Now I can’t guarantee he still won’t beat your ass so if I were you, I would leave.”

You both watch him as he climbs clumsily into his car and skids out of the parking lot. Eddie turns around as soon as he’s out of sight immediately checking on you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m ok. What made you come down here?”

“You son stormed into the apartment without saying hi like he usually does and then you weren’t with him.”

“Eddie, you can’t tell Steve.” He looks at you like you just told him the sky was purple. “Seriously. He will be pissed.”

“Yeah, he will. Come on, let’s not worry about that right now.”

When you and Eddie entered your apartment, you found Dylan in his room. He was laying on his side on his bed holding one of his stuffed animals. You gently curled up behind him, moving his hair out of his face. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He shook his tiny head. “Okay. Do you want me to leave you alone?” Again, he said no, but he rolled over, encircling his arms around you. “I love you.”

####################

After Dylan goes to bed that night, you search for Eddie to find he isn’t still in the apartment. When you open their door, you hear music coming from his room. You find the metalhead sitting on his bed, cigarette in his mouth as he strums his guitar. 

“Hey Sweetheart. Kid okay?” 

“Yeah, he said his dad left him at his grandmothers all weekend and yelled at him not to tell me.” You huff under your breath as you sit beside him, stealing the cigarette from his lips as you inhale the smoke. “You didn’t have to leave.”

“I know. I just thought he would prefer being alone with his mom.”

“Ow.” You flinch as Eddie accidently bumps your arm with the guitar.

“Oh my god…” You glance down to see what Eddie’s looking at. Your arm where Charlie had grabbed you was turning a nice shade of purple where his fingers had pressed into your skin. 

Eddie takes a picture of it with his phone before exiting his room and coming back with an ice pack.

“I didn’t realize he grabbed me that hard.”

“Has he ever done anything like this before?”, Eddie asks as he gently holds the pack to your arm. 

“It’s rare but yeah. It’s his go to intimidation tactic if being in your personal space doesn’t work. His stepfather used to do it to him.” 

“Has he ever…?”

“No! God, no. I would kill him if he ever did anything like that to Dylan.” 

You saw that sad look in his eyes that broke your heart. You leaned over placing a soft kiss on his lips. 

“Can I ask you something?” Eddie silently nods. ““What did you want when you were his age? Did you want your dad around?”

Eddie leans back as he lets out a long, deep exhale. “Honestly? I just wanted my dad leave me alone.”

“What if someone had come into your life and said ‘Come with me. I’m going to take you away and you’ll be happy but you just won’t see your dad as much if at all’?”

“Well, Sweetheart, that did happen for me.”

You felt extremely stupid all of the sudden. Eddie had told you that before and you two had talked about it many times. About how he went to live with his uncle after his dad was sent to prison but you never made that connection to your own situation. Yeah, Charlie wasn’t out stealing cars or doing other crimes but he was fairly absent for most of Dylan’s life. He never really seemed to care until his back was against the wall and you challenged him. 

Eddie smiled, placing his palm on top of your hand. “Do you remember what I said to you that one night on the steps out here? Steve and I never had a mom like you. You care about Dylan and his well-being. My life got better after my dad was out of it but I do wish my mother had done more. If you think it’s in his best interest to be away from his dad for right now then it is what it is, you know?”

“I hate that you had to experience that.”

Your hand reaches out to bring his mouth to yours again and this time Eddie deepens it, sliding his tongue past your teeth to reach your own. He leans back against his pillows bringing you with him as you straddle his waist. You reach down hastily pulling at his belt buckle and unbuttoning his pants. He lifts his hips to help you pull them down as his cock springs free.

He rolls you over on to your back and dips his fingers into your waistband, pulling your pants with your panties down your legs. Eddie’s lips trailed up your body pausing at your stomach as he lifted your shirt over your head. Your fingers reached up and grazed over his tattoos. 

He grins as he reaches your hand tenderly kissing your fingertips before throwing your arm over his shoulder. You giggle as you wrap the other one over his shoulder and around his neck. Your pussy flutters as you watch Eddie spit in his hand, reaching down to pump his cock a few times before guiding himself into your entrance. 

His head fell into the nook of your neck as he started trusting into you. It was at that moment that you realized this was probably the third time in your relationship with the two of them that Eddie was in front of you, not behind you. You had honestly never thought about it was just how they both usually ended up. 

You gently pull at his hair forcing him to lift his head. “I, mmmmm, I want to see your face. Please.” He swallowed down a moan as he nodded, eyes glancing over every part of your face. 

You two were so entranced into each other you didn’t hear the front door open or the footsteps stomp down the hall. 

Eddie’s pace started to pick up as he thrust into you harder and deeper. You mouth opened as you silently moaned, arching your back. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

You smile as your hooded eyes become harder to keep open. Wrapping your legs around his waist you push him further into you till he’s hitting that sweet spot inside of you. “I’m…I’m going to cum.”

You pressed your forehead into his as the coil in your belly snapped and you repeated his name against his lips. Eddie’s body shivered above you as his hips sputtered and he released his seed inside of you. You softly pressed your lips to his. 

“You look so good when you cum. I love you.”

He smiles as he continues to pant, trying to catch his breath. “I love you to.”

Steve’s throat clears, startling you both. You grab your chest as Eddie rolls on to his back. “Jesus Christ! I’m buy you both bells to wear so I can hear you coming.” You and Eddie laugh but Steve just stands there leaning against the doorframe looking over you and his friend. 

“How’s Dylan? Eddie told me what happened.”

You glare at Eddie as he lights a cigarette. “Traitor.”

“What? He has a right to know.”

“He’s okay. Still upset but better than when he came home.”

He strides over and looks at your arm. “Charlie do that to you?”

You reach for his hand but he pulls it away. “Um, yeah. Eddie took a picture for my lawyer.”

“Oh, it looks like Eddie did a lot more than that.”

You and the other boy turn to look at Steve. Eddie scoffs as he climbs out of bed and into his bathroom, shutting the door. 

“What’s wrong, Steve?” He folds his arms across his chest defensively. “No. Don’t shut down and turn into my seven-year-old. Talk to me.”

He points to the bed. “How many times has that happened?”

“This is the first time. We were talking about Charlie and Eddie’s dad… it just kind of…” You look up at him as his eyes boar down into yours. “Does it bother you?”

He exhales deeply as his chest rises and falls. “No.”

“Tell that to your face.” Eddie comes out of the bathroom wearing a new pair of boxers. 

Steve scowls in his roommate’s direction as he turns on his heels, heading for his room, and slamming the door. You feel a gentle tap on your shoulder as Eddie hands you your pants and what you recognize as one of Steve’s t-shirts. 

“Do you want me to walk you back to your apartment?” You glance at Steve’s door. “It’s best to leave him alone when he gets like this.” You quickly put on the clothes that are given to you, heading for the door. You give Eddie a hug and he kisses the top of your head. 

#################

For the next couple of days everything is quiet; too quiet. You text both boys but Steve never replies. Eddie’s been swapped at work, picking up extra hours where he can. When he comes home he’s exhausted. You cook meals for them and Dylan but Steve never comes home before your in bed. Eddie promises to save him some, leaving leftovers in the fridge. 

“Mommy. Can we rent a movie tonight?”

You were on your way home that Friday evening after picking up Dylan from school. “Sure. What do you want to watch?”

“No not rent from the tv. Can we go to Steve’s store?”

Your heart cracked at his request. “Yeah, baby. We can go to Family Video.”

He claps his hands in the backseat. “I miss him. We haven’t seen him in forever!”

You blink back the tears that try to push their way through. “I miss him to.”

The little bell above the door rings as you both walk through the store’s entrance. Steve is behind the counter leaning against it as he watches a movie on the tv. Dylan calls his name and his head whips in his direction. 

“Hey dude!” He meets your son halfway, lifting him in his arms. 

A pretty girl comes up beside Steve and shakes Dylan’s foot. “Who’s this?”

“This is the little man that lives across from me.”

“Ooooh.” She extends her hand to Dylan, who reaches out and shakes it. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Robin.” She turns to face you. “Which would make you Y/N.”

You smile at her as you shake her hand as well. “Yeah, weirdo here said he wanted to rent a movie tonight.”

“Hey, we got some new kids movies in. You want to see?”

Dylan giggles as he takes Robin’s hand and they walk towards the other end of the store. Steve clears his throat as he walks past you, heading back towards his place behind the counter. You quickly grab his arm. 

“Steve. Please. We miss you. I miss you. You know I hate when you act like I don’t exist.” You look down at your shoes. “I swear Eddie and I… that’s the first time we’ve ever done anything without you there.”

“That’s not the problem.”

“Then what is?!”

“It’s hard to explain.”

“Try.” You watch him as his body stiffens and he crosses his arms again, shielding himself. “Steve, please. I don’t understand. It’s not fair to me or Eddie. Just tell me what you’re feeling. Talk to me—”

“You’ve never looked at me the way you looked at him!”

Steve looked around, grabbing your hand as he pulled you towards the backroom. “Robin, can you keep an eye on him for a minute?”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“Steve, what are you talking about? I love you both.” The words come out of your mouth before he even shuts the door. “I love you as much as I love Eddie.”

“I watched you two. The way you moan, touched him, spoke to him…it was different than when you know I’m there.”

“Baby…” You reach out and caress his cheek. “What time do you get off?”

Steve looks at his watch. “About thirty minutes. Why?”

“Eddie’s spending time with Wayne tonight. You can come over and have dinner with us. After Dylan goes to bed, you and I can talk. Maybe get some alone time.”

He smirks slightly as a heavy sigh leaves his body. You wrap your arms around him, inhaling his cologne. “I missed you so much.”

You feel his own arms wind around you as his fingers come up to tangle in your hair, pressing your head to his chest. “I missed you to.”

#################

“Hey daddy.”

You freeze at the top of the stairs outside your apartment. Charlie is leaning against the wall with papers in his hand. He looks furious. You cautiously walk towards the front door, opening it, and gently pushing Dylan inside. 

You paint what you hope is a believable smile on your face. “Hey, why don’t you go change and get ready for dinner while I talk to your dad.”

He looks between the both of you. “Mom…”

“Hey! You heard her! Get inside!” Dylan jumped as Charlie snapped at him. You reach out and reassuringly run your fingers in his hair down to his small cheeks. You ex reaches past you and slams the door shut. 

“Don’t talk to him like that.”

“I warned you. This?” He holds up the papers his lawyer had given him. “This was the worst mistake you ever made. You’ll be lucky if you see that kid once year if at all when I’m done with you.”

You straightened you back, trying to convey confidence. “Leave. Now.”

He moves forward backing you against the wall. “Or what? I know your neighbors aren’t here. Even if they were—”

“You’d run like the little bitch that you are?”

Charlie’s hand flies past your face slamming violently into the surface behind you. You flinch as he chuckles. “Always bark but never any bite.”

You suddenly shove him with the intention of running into your apartment and locking the door but as you begin your sprint you smack into something hard. Steve steps around you, placing you behind him. You feel yourself shrink behind his back; thankful he was there. 

“Leave. Now.” He echoed your previous words. His tone came out strong and authoritative. 

Charlie made a move like he was going to punch him but he slid back out of the way returning his own punch that connected with your ex’s mouth. Steve tilted his head as he looked down at him. “I can see from your nose that my roommate already warned you once so I won’t bother doing it again.”

He reached down, lifting Charlie up by the arm, and threw him against the wall by the stairs. “I think it’s safe to say for the time being you are not allowed anywhere near Y/N or Dylan.”

“You can’t do that, Y/N. We have a court order.”

Steve moves his body so he’s blocking you from your ex’s field of view. “No, no. You’re talking to me now. Given the fact that you hurt her last time you were here and you haven’t spent any time with him in the last two weekends you had him… She’s within her rights.”

Charlie tried to push Steve off of him but Steve was stronger, connecting his fist again with his face. “Now your son is inside and if I know that kid he’s probably listening. That’s the only reason I’m not tearing you in half for putting your hands on his mother but that doesn’t mean I’m going to allow you to keep speaking to her the way you are. Now, say goodbye to Y/N nicely and get the fuck out of here.”

He spits blood in Steve’s direction and in return Steve slapped him causing Charlie to fall to the floor. Your protector backed away from him until he felt your hands lightly grip the back of his shirt. Your ex rose to his feet, collecting the paperwork that had been tossed aside in the chaos. He started to move towards the both of you but when Steve took a confident stride forward, Charlie turned and stomped down the stairs towards the parking lot. 

Steve turned to face you and you fall into his chest, clinging to him. “Thank you.” You pull away from him quickly knowing you only have a short window of time. Reaching forward you zip up his jacket covering the blood that had landed there. Right as you were straightening up your own appearance the front door opened slowly. 

“Mommy?”

“Hey Weirdo. Look who I found.” You point to Steve who smiles gently over at him. 

His little eyes widen as he looks around. “Did Dad leave?”

“He did.” Steve walked over to him kneeling down to get on his level. “I came up when he was talking to your mom. He saw my hand and gasped, running away when I told him what happened!”

Dylan reaches for Steve’s blood-stained hand, inspecting it. “What did happen?”

“After you guys left the store, this HUGE creature came in and tried to take Robin! I had to fight him with only these two hands. I need Robin. I’m not going to run a store all by myself. Pfft.” You son giggles at his story. 

“Mom has a kit. We can help!” Dylan pulls Steve inside your apartment as you follow closing the door behind you. 

You disappear into your bathroom and come back with your first aid kit. You sit down at the table lifting Dylan on to it as Steve sits across from you. You gently clean the mess away before pouring some anti septic on a cotton ball and rubbing it against the cuts on his knuckles. 

He jumps over dramatically, startling Dylan. “I’m just kidding.” He beams over at you as you flash him your trademark nose scrunch. As you start to wrap his hand in gauze, your son stops you. 

“Mommy! Wait, you forgot.”

It takes you a minute before you realize what he’s talking about. “Oh honey, I don’t think that works for adults.” He looks at you with a pleading expression. You playfully roll your eyes as you bring the back of Steve’s hand to up lips, placing small kiss along his cuts.

“Happy?”

“Well, I’m glad Little Man mentioned it. I feel better already.” He winks at Dylan as your son turns to you giving you a cocky smile. 

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After putting Dylan to bed, you retreat to your bedroom as you close the door, leaning against it. 

“You okay?”, Steve asks from his place on your bed. You shake your head as you crawl in next him. He slides down so his head is on your pillow as you rest your own on his chest. “How much did he hear?”

“Pretty much everything until you showed up. He asked me if he had to go live with him. I told him no. Steve, he looked so relieved.” His lips delicately kissed your forehead as he held you tighter to him. You lifted your head, leaning down to connect your mouth to his. 

“You and Eddie are fundamentally different—”

“Hey, we don’t have to talk about this tonight.” Steve starts to sit up but you push him back with your hand. 

“Please? When it’s the three of us together I feel complete. I really do. You’re both so sweet, funny, fucking gorgeous,” he chuckles at your words. “So, when I notice a difference…I want to know more. Both your little quarks make you more beautiful to me. When Eddie was making love to me, I realized there had only been a handful of times he had been front of me. To finally really be able to focus on his face and his features… it felt like I was having sex with him for the first time.”

You trace your thumb over his lips. “I was going to suggest you and I get some time to ourselves but then everything happened—”

“I got mad.”, Steve interrupted. “I didn’t even give you guys a chance to talk to me.”

You nod your head flashing him a small smile. “Yeah. You’re a bit more ‘jump first, ask questions later’ kind of angry person.” He looks away guilty making your smile grow. “It’s ok. I can be that way to. Eddie’s more of a ‘I’m going to let my anger leak through with sass’. His is more annoying.” You both laugh.

Steve leans up, rolling you on to your back as his fingers softly glide over your body. 

You bring his lips to yours, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hold him to you. Usually, Steve’s kisses felt more determined and slightly hastened but as he kissed you now it was slower with an eager intensity as if he was tasting you for the first time and couldn’t get enough. 

His hand drifted into the waistband of your shorts. As his mouth travelled along your jaw and down to your neck, his fingers pressed against your panty covered clit making you moan his name. You grab his hand before flipping him over onto his back as you straddle his waist. 

You place tender kisses along his lips and neck until you reach the shell of his ear. “I missed you so much. I need to feel you.” Your hips start grinding against his. “Please, Steve. Make love to me.” The sound that left his mouth before he craned his neck to connect his lips with yours again was one of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard.

Steve threw off his shirt, tugging his pants and boxers off, and dropping them to the floor. You had only managed to remove your own shorts and panties before he was pulling you on top of him again. Reaching between your bodies, you took him in your hand, placing the tip at your entrance before slowly sliding yourself down on to his cock.

You forced yourself to keep your eyes open, watching his face as you felt him bottom out. His eyes were completely blown as his mouth opened in a silent “O”. Steve’s hands gripped your hips as you began bouncing on top of him. Pressing your forehead on to his, you whimpered above him as his hips thrust up to meet yours. Your eyes fluttered closed, moaning his name into the small kisses you placed on his lips. 

Steve’s hands reached up to move your hair out of your face. “Hey. Look at me.” You opened your heavy eyes to his gorgeous smile. “There you go, baby. There are those beautiful eyes.” His thumbs gently grazed your cheeks as he pulled you down for another passionate kiss. 

“Steve, I’m—” He nods his head, his nose brushing against yours as he feels your pussy tightening around him. “Will you cum with me?”

He leans himself up into a sitting position, placing his hands on your ass, guiding you as you cling your arms around him. You bury your face in his shoulder to silence moans as the ball in your stomach drops and you cum hard against him. Steve continues moving your hips until you hear him grunt in your neck as his arms wrap around you, filling you up as he releases. 

He falls back against the pillow and you fall with him dropping to his side. 

“I see what you mean now. It’s different but in a good way.” Steve rolls over to his side facing you.

“I like when it’s the three of us but I like this to.”

He leans over to kiss your forehead before twisting his back to grab your shorts off the floor. “There’s a kid in the apartment.” He winks at you as you giggle. Steve pulls on some shorts, turning off the lights as he crawls back into bed with you. You both laid there talking for a while when you heard your front door open and a couple of moments later so did your bedroom door. 

“Oh my god. I am having a terrible influence on you people. Go to bed!” Eddie sneaks in and jumps into the bed behind you. You roll to face him and Steve automatically pushes himself closer to you being your big spoon. 

“How did you know we were here?”

“Well Sweetheart I think I would have figured it out if I went to our apartment and no one was there.” You scrunch your nose and he boops it with his index finger. “Steve texted me. He also told me what happened.” Eddie grabs Steve’s hand inspecting it as if he can see through your first aid. “You ok?”

You nod your head. “Dylan was upset for a bit but he’s doing better.”

“What about you, Stevie? Are you okay?”

When Steve doesn’t answer, you turn to look at him only to find he’s fallen asleep. Eddie shakes his head as he laughs. “Man can fall asleep like that,” he snaps his fingers, “I swear.”

You smile over at him as gets under the covers and reaches out to hold the hand that isn’t currently holding Steves. “He’s ok. I can’t say the same for Charlie though.”

“Eh fuck him. We don’t care how he is.” You chuckle as he laughs with you. He watches your eye lids slowly close as sleep starts to take over. Eddie leans over, placing a tender kiss on your cheek before lying back and crashing himself. ########

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[maximotts]

𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑐𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦 • 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: just a quick drabble for this new AU; I really wanted to write for her, but the actual parts don't start until next week so y'all get this in the interim. It doesn't happen at any particular point in time for the story, just a little moment

words: 1K

warnings: mostly just a fluff insert; implied smut, beginnings of?? idk how to describe that Wanda's just that kind of 24/7 horny type of gal

desires unspoken AU; Wanda wakes you with a silly question and if it was anyone else, there'd be consequences, but for her you'd lose the sleep

desires unspoken series. || main masterlist.

• 𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 | 𝘭𝘦𝘶·​𝘤𝘰·​𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 | \ ˈ𝘭𝘶̈𝘬əˌ𝘬𝘢̈𝘭ē \ 𝘯.: 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 •

──── ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─────

“Hey..”

“Hey, psstt..”

Sleepily, you craned your neck, eyes just barely peeling open. The deep dark of the room told you it was the middle of the night, the barely there candlelight giving you just enough ease to see. Wanda sat up, way too alert for the late hour, her hand resting on your blanket covered thigh. “Is something wrong?”

Wanda shook her head quickly, calming your worries, but as a yawn gripped your body and exhaustion weighed you down, you resented being woken up. Your expression must’ve given away your budding irritation because she shot you a wide smile, biting her lip in the sweet way you were powerless against. With a deep breath, you waited expectantly for whatever she was so giddy about, giving her a nod to go ahead. “What if I were a bear?”

She couldn’t be serious. This wasn’t what she woke you up for, surely. But as she raised her hands like claws, twisting around with abysmally embarrassing bear noises, you realize this really was what Wanda woke you up for. The lack of reaction settled the brunette down; you didn’t notice until her face fell that it was because of you. Instead she dropped her previously animated hands, playing with the edges of your shared blanket silently. Her long hair fell in a curtain around her pouting face and instantly you felt bad. “It’s fine, I’m sorry. Go back to sleep.”

You were stunned by her quick change of mood; yes, you were a little grumpy about being awake, but it was nothing near anger towards her. If you’d known your hesitancy would’ve caused such a downturn, you would’ve at least tried to fake a smile. “Now, don’t pout…”

When Wanda didn’t look up, just shaking her head to wave you off, it was your turn to frown. It was no secret Wanda’s nature was to turn inward, to ‘be seen and not heard’, as her aunt said, particularly when she thought she was becoming too much of a nuisance, but the last thing you wanted was for Wanda to feel like she had to close herself off from you. Tired as you were, you’d be lying to say her little night display wasn’t extremely cute.

“You know…” Strong hands wrapped around Wanda’s soft thighs, pulling her closer until her head hung over yours. The soft candlelight illuminated just enough for the outlines of her face to be visible, gentle contours of her confused expression marked between you two. “If you were a bear, you’d be the cutest one.”

She shook her head, a nervous chuckle just barely escaping her throat. “Maybe an average bear, but I doubt I’d be the cutest one in existence.” A low hum floated through the air, open hands sliding up her legs and taking her thin nightgown with it until you directed one of them over your midsection. Wanda was beautiful, ethereal even, with a mind so active you wondered how she ever sat still.

“No no, you’d be the best bear. My favorite bear, even.” Wanda let her body sit atop yours, watching silently as you took one of her hands and brought it to your lips. Kissing her skin was a blessing, soft and sweet as a marshmallow, and maybe you got carried away pressing little reminders of your love up her wrist and arm, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Wanda didn’t either, if the wetness spreading from her core to your abdomen was any indicator. Your lover melted without fail whenever you doled out affectionate words, especially nights like these where the two of you had to be quiet and still you risked it all just to be sweet to her. Neither of you knew if it was the forced secrecy or genuine emotion creating the growing feelings for the other, but what there was right now —whatever it was— felt new, exhilarating and there was no desire to halt it. “My beautiful, darling bear.”

“Stop…” Wanda broke into a flurry of giggles as your fingers tickled over her skin, louder than she should have been but you wouldn’t dare stop her. A real laugh was a rare thing from the young woman; you wouldn’t rob her the pleasure of joy. “You’re over-exaggerating. It was just a frivolous question I had, but thank you for indulging me.”

Gently, carefully, you pulled her down until she was flush against you, the thin fabric of her undergarments barely hiding how her nipples had hardened in the chilly room. “I’ll always indulge you. You’re my weakness, Wanda Maximoff.”

“Even when I wake you with my thoughts?” Her lips brushed over your jawline, attempting to soften any lingering annoyance you may have had with her. It was a good day when Wanda found out how much she could get away with after a few well-placed kisses. “And keep you up for my own selfish wants?”

You knew what she was after; Wanda’s insatiable nature was hardly news to you, it was one of the things you found most amusing about her. If you had to stay awake, you might as well have fun with it. “Depends on if those wants appeal to me too…” Your hands slid over her expertly, sneaking under her bunched gown to grip your lover’s ass. The lack of shame with which Wanda folded her legs farther, creating the perfect angle to grind her sensitive cunt against the planes of your stomach, twisted the coil in your belly desperately. The sight of her would never get old.

Wanda pushed her ass back into your hands, taunting you until you gave her a warning smack to behave, “If I appeal to you then yes, our wants align.”

“Tempting…” You pretended to think of denying her, well aware you were already persuaded by her hips just barely rocking against your prone form. You drew her into a full kiss, sleepy and a little clumsy, but dragging her bottom lip between your teeth until she whined; Wanda was surely worth staying up for.

“Fine then, what if..” you drew it out, mocking her earlier game, “I make you cum as many times as you want, but you stay good and quiet for me?”

The brunette nodded swiftly, agreeing eagerly and obediently quiet. If she was going to behave this well, you’d be up all night. But Wanda’s panting breaths in your ear, whispering some of the naughtiest of thoughts that came to her mind forced the need to sleep from your own.

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2) the NSFW, smutty sequel to that collab zorobin piece PLEASE!! maybe post this ask after that's up? idk!! i need to read more about that Grecian statue and the way robin plans on keeping it polished lmao the tension was divine, now i'm ready for the explosion!! would kinda love it if he ate her out, ngl lahdadwjjjj-- OKAY i'll go hide in a corner of shame now BYEE ♡ you are an angel and this fandom is blessed to have you!! ♡♡♡

HI BB OMG 💕 Thank you so much for requesting this! I know you probably want it to be longer, but I wanted to keep it under 1k (and failed 🤣).

Hope you enjoy! 💚💜

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If someone were to ask Robin what Zoro’s apartment looked like, she would be unable to answer anything more than a stammered, “U-um…”.

Perhaps if she was feeling particularly funny, she could quip a simple, “Those who know have been burdened with the secret of the unmentionable.” Keep them guessing, just as in the dark as she was herself.

For the moment the door closed behind them, she had pounced upon the gorgeous man who had led her into his home.

The lock had clicked into place and a single beat had passed, Zoro’s thumb hovering over the light switch, a clear question gleaming in his sterling eyes. They seemed to emit their own light, glowing in the dark apartment lit only by the sparse twilight trickling through the windows.

She had shook her head, instead guiding his hand to her cheek. The callused pads of his fingers had brushed her soft skin, his gaze building in intensity as he tucked a lock of her sleek raven hair behind her ear.

“Can I kiss you?” He had rumbled, lips so close to hers that she could feel his warm breath.

She hadn’t bothered answering, throwing herself into his arms, leaning in to press her lips against his as her feet left the ground, Zoro’s arms circling her waist and hoisting her into the air. She felt her knees bend, her toes point towards the ceiling as he spun her around, a hearty chuckle vibrating through the kiss, tickling Robin’s lips and making her giggle.

That was from a movie, wasn’t it? Some cheesy romantic comedy that Robin had watched with Nami. She couldn’t remember the name, but she could remember the concept of the ‘foot pop’ – That women would kick back their leg subconsciously when kissed by their true love.

Robin didn’t care if there was zero scientific data to prove the validity of such an action, for in that moment, she wished to believe it true. She couldn’t wipe the smile from her lips as they moved in sync with Zoro’s, making the kiss slightly awkward and stilted, but Zoro seemed just as overjoyed. Their lips sliding together like adjacent puzzle pieces, they refused to disconnect, glued to each other as they stumbled through the apartment. Zoro managed to lead her to what she assumed was his bedroom – as there was a bed, and he didn’t seem like the type to utilize Perona’s room just to piss her off.

♡ NSFW BELOW THE CUT ♡

Her back melting into the plush mattress as Zoro loomed over her, their frantic pace slowed into something more meaningful, something more than the immediate reaction to a reciprocated declaration of love.

Kissing her deeply, slowly, tongue sliding along the roof of her mouth, dancing with her own, he rested his forearms on either side of her. It was a testament to his incredible physique that he could casually hold a plank, comfortably securing her beneath him. Reminded of his stunning body, her hands wandered, fingers fisting the hem of his t-shirt, tugging it upwards, wanting it off.

Zoro didn’t need to be asked twice. He pulled away from her lips for a split second, just long enough to rip off the pesky clothing and reveal his statuesque torso. That split second was all Robin needed to take in his rippling abs, his firm pecs, his bulging biceps, the sharp V that pointed towards the treasure at the end of a fine trail of hair leading from his belly button, the outline of her prize straining against the confines of his pants. That split second was not long enough.

Oh my god, she was salivating.

She hoisted herself up, her chest heaving as she ran her fingertips over the planes of his body, feeling how strong, yet simultaneously pliable, he was. He shuddered beneath her touch, arching his back as he lowered his head to fix his lips to her neck, suckling at the sensitive skin just below her jaw. A soft moan escaped her, a shiver running down her spine as her arousal grew. She could feel it coiling beneath her stomach, a sweltering heat pushing downwards, lighting her insides on fire.

She wanted him to touch her, to feel what he did to her.

Dislocating Zoro from his loving ministrations over every inch of her neck, she stripped off her clothes in record timing. All of them. She heard the breath catch in Zoro’s throat, the strangled rumble that almost sounded like a purr of approval. She reached for him then, eager to feel the warmth of his body once more, but he didn’t let her.

Snatching her hands, he held them in his lap. She wished to stretch her fingers the slightest, just to brush against the cock fighting against his pants. He squeezed her digits, his breath coming in heavy pants.

“Robin – fuck,” He whispered, awestruck as he rested his forehead against hers. She felt the searing lust in his gaze as he looked her up and down, as he appreciated every single dip and curve, every dimple and blemish that made her porcelain canvas hers. He fixed her with a piercing gaze, one so full of adoration and passion that she felt herself growing hotter without him even speaking, without him even touching her.

Then, after what felt like forever, he relinquished one hand to gently cup one of her breasts, thumb brushing over a pert nipple. The sensation sent a shockwave through her skin, frying her brain, as if she wasn’t already far enough gone.

“Robin you are the – mmm,” His lips were captured by her once more. She just couldn’t help herself. There were his perfect lips, quirked into the cutest grin, and she was supposed to not kiss them? He chuckled, “– The most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

“The feeling is mutual, Zoro,” She whispered against his lips, guiding his hand to her core. “See?”

Fingers hesitantly slid between her folds, feeling the slick heat radiating from within. He cursed lowly, gently rubbing her. Tongue darting out to wet his parched lips, he practically croaked, “Can I… Can I taste you?”

She nodded, and before she was able to process what was happening, Zoro had hooked his arms beneath her ass, tugging hard. She fell backwards as her heels bounced upon his shoulders, her head hitting the pillow and sending her raven locks splaying across the pillow. She hadn’t even caught her breath when he was ducking down, running his tongue against her lower lips with intention.

“Zoro! Ah!” She whimpered, as his thumb and forefinger began to roll the sensitive nub at her crest, sending waves of pleasure throughout her entire body, her toes curling as his tongue dipped in and out of her dripping center.

“You’re delicious,” He growled, a feral sound low in his throat, his lidded silver eyes darting up to take in Robin’s flustered state. Her whole body felt as though she was laying on a bed of pins and needles – tingling and balancing precariously on a sharp edge. “So good.”

His eyes were so dark, his pupils blown and hungry. His tongue ran up and down, curling skillfully around her clit, his lips sucking at the nub as his fingers plunged into her core, brushing her inner walls, making her writhe beneath his touch.

Her fingers grasped at the bed sheets, her entire frame quaking with the effort of keeping it together. She was coming undone. He was ripping her apart in the best way possible. “Cum for me, Robin. I’m thirsty,” He teased, lifting his mouth from between her legs to flash her a devilishly handsome grin as he tweaked her clit just right.

And Robin was so high. She was so high above it all that she had to come back down.

So, she did.

She fell in an instant, melting into his hand, into his mouth as he attached himself to her pulsing center, lapping her up as she let go. She felt her breath leave her body, knocked out of her lungs by the sheer intensity of the ecstasy wracking through her, exploding from her core and filling her entire being.

And Zoro grinned up from between her thighs, his chin glistening in her fluids as he unabashedly licked his lips. “Mmmm,” he hummed, fingers still busying themselves, playing with her, already starting to send her up, up, up once more. “Better than my favorite sake.”

💕 Sort of a continuation from this PG fic I wrote on Ao3 💕

[violettelueur]

RYŌMEN SUKUNA || LITTLE CAGED ARTIST

| featuring : ryomen sukuna ft. itadori yuji 

| warnings : mention of emotional abuse and murder as well as grammar errors

| form : imagine

| word count : 1691

| published : 22 december

| request : Hello, idk if your request are open but feel free to ignore, but just, imagine another reencarnation au (those imaginw of yours are my favourite) where the reader was a painter and Sukuna's personal favourite so he took her and kinda abused her psycologicaly to the point where she would just draw him and only him and he loved that, and in the future she's still an artist that draws Yuuji bc theyre friends but when she sees the tatoos she again draws Sukuna and he feels guilty for the way he treated her and her art in the pastIf It's angst i would apreciate but it's not really necesary

| barista’s notes : hi there~ i apologies for the extremely long wait for your coffee order but now it is there ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ right now it is nearly 5am in the morning and i have no idea why the hell i am awake, but oh well ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ  DONT WORRY THOUGH! after this, i am going to sleep and rest up since today it is Fushiguro Megumi’s and Kageyama Tobio’s birthday today ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ but other than that, i hope you enjoy your order of a cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and i hope you come back soon! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

“Sukuna….please leave me alone...leave the village alone, I beg of you please,” you whimpered to the man that was standing tall and proud with a sadistic smirk painted on his face, while you were on your knees tightly holding onto his large wrist - somewhat slightly covering the black ring marking - as if your weak physical strength could do anything to stop his raising them up and giving a rain upon hell to the people that was residing in the small town you lived in.

You have no idea how you had managed to catch the attention of the most feared curse to both humans and jujutsu sorcerers nor did you know how you managed to become acquainted with the man in front of you. All you knew right now was that the situation you were in at this current moment and time, was not ideal to anyone at all.

You were just a simple artist. A simple village girl artist that was blessed to be hired by the nobility and aristocracy to paint their family portraits with the finest colours that they would offer you, for you to be then paid so you could provide for your village. However, as luxurious as it sounded, you were in love with the idea of just placing a sharped piece of charcoal on a piece of paper or cloth you could find anywhere and sketch your heart designed.

“Leave you alone?” Sukuna questioned you in his deep voice, before slowly crouching down to become face to face with you. “I could never leave you alone, not when you have caught my attention with your craft little one,” Sukuna then stated, as he gently placed a hand on your cheek before using his thumb to caress the soft skin he was touching. 

Ever since Sukuna had caught sight of you delicately painting a portrait of a noblewoman with such care and gentleness, he couldn’t help but wonder how your hands were so carefully and how patient you were to make sure every stroke was perfect to your desire. Slowly, he began to wonder what it was like to be the subject of one's view. A subject that someone desired to recreate on a simple piece of paper. However, compared to his past sightings, you were the most talented as well as the most beautiful he had ever seen and once he was able to gain a clear view of the noble woman that you were illustration, he was surprised at how much detail you were able to encapture in your work and just like the noble woman’s reaction, they both were extremely happy with the result of the final product.

“How about this?” Sukuna suddenly asked, causing your head to suddenly shot up leading you to meet eye to eye with the King of Curses, “if you come with me and draw me and me only for the rest of time, I would leave this little village alone as well as the people residing in it. How does that sound, little one?”

‘Come with him? Where? Why? What’s going to happen to me?’

“If you don’t accept this deal, every single person here will die. Burned, stabbed, slashed, any way possible I can. Men, women and even little children’s lives will be gone, and it would be all your fault.”

‘My….fault? But-’

“You know I’m not a patient person little one, I might as well start my massacre while you take your time to think, it will be-”

“NO PLEASE! DON’T, YOU CAN TAKE ME, JUST LEAVE THE VILLAGE ALONE, PLEASE!” you screamed in desperation, as you tighten the grip of his wrist that was within your grasp to keep him down, as you didn’t want to risk him getting away from your sights for the safety and protection of the people  within the little town you had lived in since the day your life had started.

With a large cruel grin, Sukuna had somehow managed to pry his wrists free from your tense grip before sliding an arm under your knees as well as an arm around your body lifting you up in a bridal position, while you were just expressing a face of shock and fear, confused and fearful on what you had just accepted in exchange for your life. Where were you going? Was this the end? Were you going to die? How much longer have you had left?

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you, you’re too precious to be slaughtered little one,” Sukuna answered - as if he knew what you were thinking - before placing a ghostly kiss upon your temple leading you to freeze still, petrified on what he would do with you had moved a single inch.

This was your life now. 

A caged artist.

                                               ꕥ

Here you were, sitting on a wooden platform outside with a sharpened piece of charcoal that Sukuna had kindly given you, in order for you to sketch a portrait of him. The second you placed the charcoal upon the paper, Sukuna couldn’t help but stare at the light movements of your hand as you lightly stroke a few lines to create an outline before watching your hand suddenly pause, causing the King of Curses to switch his view from the sheet to you, only to find your look at him with such a frightened look.

“I’m sorry…..I shouldn’t look at you, should I? I apologise deeply,” you softly muttered before quickly turning back to the portrait that was right in front of you - you didn’t want to do anything wrong in his eyes, you knew he could go back on his words and harm the people that you cared about. However, it seemed like Sukuna didn’t care at all, he had managed to trap you into his life and had the power to demand you to draw him every time he would mention he could go back to your little village and burn it to the ground. He relished in the idea of being the subject of your attention.

This is what he wanted. 

His little caged artist.

                                               ꕥ

1000 years later and here you were. 

Here you were sketching a picture of your best-friend Itadori with a picture of him that you had managed to capture on your phone. Itadori first came into your life shortly after you had enrolled into Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Techincal College around the same time as your other classmate Kugisaki did. 

You have no idea what drew you into the boy with the pink hair, but something within you pulled you towards him causing the blooming and somewhat hilarious friendship to start, even causing Fushiguro and Kugisaki to wonder what was going on in your mind to somehow relate to the boy - yet, they didn’t mention their questions since they didn’t really think you knew the answer yourself, and they were correct.

However, as you continued to smoothly glide your pencil across the page, applying different pressures to construct some definitions as well as shadows within the photo you were copying from, you began to suddenly realise that you were starting to draw marking upon his portrait. Markings that were so familiar to the ones the person within him had.

Ever since that day at the Eishu Detention Centre, the sight of Sukuna standing in front of you with his shirt ripped off showcasing his black marking caused a trigger of unknown memories to suddenly flood into your mind, causing excruciating pain that was so unbearable, you thought you were going to pass out from the intense pressure, maybe as even close to dying from the immense pain.

From what you could even recall from the sudden flood of blurry images that appeared in your mind, there was a picture of you drawing with a piece of charcoal with the infamous King of Curses seating right beside you, watching you draw will whispering in your ear the threats that he would bombard you in order for you to make sure that you were only drawing him and him only.

Slowly but in a shaking manner, your drawing hand continued to sketch in Sukuna’s markings that would appear on Itadori’s body as you were somewhat extremely afraid of what the King of Curses could do to you if you didn’t - just how you left 1000 years ago.

Although unknown to you, your best-friend Itadori was standing right behind you, having a clear view of what was happening to you as well as the drawing right in front of him. Seeing your shaking figure with slow but clear teardrops landing on the sketch book as well as the drawing evolving from him to the curse residing inside of him, made him realise how damaging Sukuna was to not only him but also to the people around him. Carefully, Itadori placed a hand over your hand that held the pencil, causing you to flinch before finally noticing that it was your friend that was holding it and not the special grade curse.

Within his Innate Domain, Sukuna also had a clear view on what was happening to you and slowly but strangely began to feel something drop to his stomach with the feeling of his throat closing up at the sight of you slowly breaking down into a small state of insanity. This isn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want his beautiful little one to become lifeless and paranoid like you were now.

Even after 1000 years after your death, your incarnation was carrying the feeling of fear, despair and numbness that you were weighed upon the second you had given your life away to the King of Curses for the sake of your village. Even though you had more freedom then you did then, you still left trapped and lost within the metal cage that Sukuna had enclosed you in. Even with the small hint of guilt that was manifested within the cruel curse’s heart. 

You were trapped with no escape out.

You were trapped forever with no key to open the door that was clearly right in front of you.

Forever his little caged artist.

[supernovafics]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇

pairing: dylan o’brien x best friend fem!reader

summary: in which dylan has been your best friend for as long as you could remember. your busy lives and schedules may have pushed both of your lives in vastly different directions as you’d gotten older, but somehow you two would always be led back to your hometown, and each other, during the holidays. however, one moment causes all of that to change. 

warnings: angst (what else is new), some fluffiness, mentions of past trauma (the maze runner incident), existential crises, explicit language

word count: 3.6k words

author’s note: idk why i decided to write something christmas related in the summer but it happened lmao (also i feel like it’s slightly important to mention that this takes place in 2016)

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The rocks being thrown at your window were not what woke you up. Instead, you had been lying awake for hours; getting little to no sleep was something that you had become used to at this point.

However, on this specific night— or morning, depending on how one looked at it— you were glad that your sleep had been restless once again because it made it easy for you to get out of bed and walk to your window when the rocks began hitting it.

There was really no need for you to push open the curtains and check who was doing the throwing because, of course, it was Dylan. Ever since he moved onto your street in Hermosa Beach in middle school and the two of you easily became friends, he was the only person that would ever wake you up in the middle of the night with the soft pings of rocks, especially on this specific day at this specific time.

You waved at him and gestured that you would be down in a moment. You slipped on a random pair of sweatpants along with a hoodie and then placed the Christmas gift that you bought for him in the pocket. The item was small enough to fit in the not too big pocket of your hoodie; however, it did awkwardly protrude a bit.

All of this was a sort of unspoken tradition that the pair of you had developed over the many years you’d known each other. Meeting at five in the morning on Christmas day, walking to the beach that was only a few blocks away from your respective childhood homes, and exchanging Christmas gifts with each other as you both watched the sunrise. It started when you were in ninth grade, and you hadn't missed a year since, not even when the ending of high school pushed your lives in vastly different directions, especially since Dylan graduated a year before you and was almost immediately thrust into his acting career.

But, it didn't matter that Dylan's career took off, and you eventually decided to go to college in Santa Barbara, because, no matter what, you both would always come back for the holidays.

When you opened your front door and saw Dylan lingering by the sidewalk no more than ten feet away, you were quick to go toward him and pull him in for a tight embrace. It actually hadn't been too long since you’d last seen him, maybe only five or six months, but for some reason, it still felt as if the last time he was in front of you was last December.

"Hey," Dylan breathed out in a short greeting, his arms wounding around your waist.

“Hey to you too," You responded, a small smile gracing your features when you both pulled away, and you looked up at him. "How have you been?"

It was quiet for a few moments as you waited for him to answer the question, but eventually, you were met with no verbal response, and instead, Dylan simply shrugged. The short action made your heart constrict in the most painful way, and it was then that you noticed the light remnants of a scar peeking out from behind his dark hair that covered the majority of his forehead. You were quick to peel your eyes away from the scar and instead cast them down at your Converse-covered feet, but that didn't stop the memories from quickly coming back.

The Maze Runner accident had happened back in March, but to you, and you knew to Dylan as well, it felt as if it was just yesterday, especially considering the fact that he was still dealing with the unavoidable repercussions from it.

"Wanna walk?" You asked, finally looking up at him once again.

Dylan nodded. "Yeah."

A silence that could only be deemed as comfortable lingered between them as the two of you took the five-minute walk to the beach and sat down side by side on one of the random empty benches.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," Dylan said as he handed a present over to you. The present was messily wrapped, something that was not at all uncommon when receiving gifts from Dylan, and the sight of it made you smile.

Before you unwrapped the gift, you pulled out the one you had for him and handed it over. "Merry Christmas, Dyl."

The nostalgic sound of wrapping paper ripping could be heard as you tore into your gift. A simultaneous shocked and happy yelp emitted from your lips when you held up a Harry Potter t-shirt. But, it wasn't just any Harry Potter t-shirt; it was one with a version of the Goblet of Fire movie poster on it, which was your all-time favorite movie in the series.

"Holy shit."

"It's the original merch that was sold when the movie came out," Dylan told you. He hadn't opened his gift yet, and instead, he was playing with the green bow placed on top of it; he always liked to see your reaction first.

You looked at Dylan and then back down at the shirt as you processed his words. "Wow, double holy shit. I would put it on if it wasn't freezing right now."

Dylan laughed a bit. "Very understandable."

“Why haven't you opened yours yet? I'm dying to see what you think of it," You said. You were now holding the t-shirt to your chest, genuinely feeling like a little kid on Christmas morning again.

Dylan finally began unwrapping your gift to him, and when all of the paper was peeled off, there was a square box. "Aw, a plain white box. Thank you so much. This is what I've always wanted."

You rolled your eyes and playfully bumped him with your shoulder. "Ha ha. Please save all of these bad jokes for your stand-up act; I can't wait to boo you off the stage along with everyone else."

"So, what I'm hearing is you don't think that becoming a comedian is going to be the next best career move for me?" Dylan asked. He attempted to make the question sound as serious as possible, but there was a joking undertone to his words.

You bit back your laughter. "Please just open the box already so I don't have to hurt your feelings by truthfully answering that question."

"Okay, we'll circle back to that topic later," Dylan smiled and then finally opened the white box to reveal a slightly faded baseball. When he picked it up, he ran his thumb over the black signature written on it. "Now it's my turn to say holy shit."

You could feel yourself smiling at his awestruck reaction, and you wondered if that was what you looked like when you saw the Harry Potter shirt. The baseball was signed by one of the players of the New York Mets that had been Dylan's favorite player when he was younger, and he'd even caught a ball hit by him when he went to a game before he moved to California.

"I've had this idea for years, but I could never find a baseball signed by him," You began explaining, the excitement clear in your voice. "But, last month, someone named Paul Todd posted this on eBay and I immediately bought it. God bless that old man. It's completely authentic and everything."

Dylan was quiet for a few moments as he simply looked at the baseball in his hands, a small joyful smile on his face, and it made you happy to see him so genuinely elated with the present.

"This just made my gift look like shit," He finally said, a light laugh falling from his lips.

"I have always been the superior gift giver. I think that's my hidden talent," You responded with a playful smirk.

Dylan placed the baseball back in its box and then looked at you. "Next year you will receive the best gift ever from me. It will completely top everything that you have ever given me."

"You're saying that as if I should feel upset about receiving a trip to Italy as a Christmas gift."

"A trip to Italy?"

"In my strong opinion, that would be the best gift ever," You said with a smile and then looked down at the t-shirt, which was now in your lap. "But, anyway, I don't think this gift is shit. I'm in love with this shirt already."

Dylan let out a joking, overexaggerated sigh in relief. "Phew, okay, since you think this gift is great, that means I don't have to do the trip to Italy next year."

"What? Did I say I like this t-shirt? I hate it! Harry Potter actually su— Fuck, I can't say this with a straight face," You laughed, and Dylan was quick to join in with you.

The joking statements leading up to the laughter hadn't even been the funniest things ever, but it didn't matter because this was probably the hardest you had laughed in a while, and you were both glad and unsurprised that it was with one of your favorite people in the entire world.

You missed joking around and laughing with him. You missed simply being with him.

Eventually, the laughter died off, but there was still a smile planted firmly on your face. You looked ahead at the darkness in front of you and the ocean that looked completely black; it was still kind of early, so the sun hadn't begun to rise just yet. Your back pressed against the wooden bench, and you let out a small sigh, your head finding Dylan's shoulder as you leaned against him.

"How have you been?" You asked him, your words coming out both soft and slightly quiet, and before the mood became too serious with your question that was nothing but serious, you attempted to lighten it. "And please no shrugs as a response this time. I don't wanna get a headache due to my head bouncing off your shoulder."

Dylan let out a breath of a laugh at your final statements but refrained from answering the question for a few moments.  

After what felt like forever, he sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "I honestly don't know. My mind has felt so fucked lately, thinking about everything. I swear I've been feeling every feeling known to man these past months."

"What are you feeling right now? In this moment?"

"I'm really happy with you. This is probably the only normal and familiar thing I've experienced in a while. But, of course, there's still that confused feeling in the back of my mind revolving around everything else." He paused for a brief moment before continuing, his next words came out quieter. "I don't even know if I want to go back to acting."

You lifted your head off his shoulder and looked at him as you pulled his hand into yours and gave it a light, reassuring squeeze.

"No matter what you decide. I'll be right there to support you," You told him and then added a "bro" at the end of her sentence along with a small smile. Whenever things became too deep in a conversation you two were having, one of you would always throw a "bro" or "dude" in there to bring some playfulness to the mood.

The corners of Dylan's perked up a bit. "So, you'll support me when I decide to become a comedian?"

You were unable to stifle your light laughter. "Yes, fine, fuck it. I'll be the loudest one laughing at all of your shows."

Dylan squeezed your hand back because he knew exactly how reluctantly true your words were. "Don't worry, I promise not to put you through that."

"Thank you."

"So, how have you been?"

"No."

"Oh, come on," Dylan said as he playfully poked your side. "I'm not gonna be the only one exposing my feelings."

You sighed and then hesitantly nodded. "Okay, okay."

The truth was you had been far from good lately. Your life was moving, but for some reason, you felt like you weren’t moving with it.

You felt stuck.

Stuck in a confusing mindset where you had absolutely no idea what you wanted to do with your life. You thought that identity crises usually happened in high school, but apparently, yours had come five years late. But, you knew that this delayed identity crisis had been your own doing because you had convinced herself that you would figure everything out once you were in college; and you were both lucky and smart enough to receive a full ride to UCSB.

And although you were finishing up your Master's degree in Creative Writing and had a TA job at the university with the department, which was the reason behind why you could even pay for the Master's program, something in your "should be great" life simply did not feel right.

However, you felt absolutely terrified to say any of that out loud because admitting it would only finally make that statement a wholehearted truth, instead of just a spiraling thought in your mind. And even though Dylan was your best friend and you knew you could tell him anything and not receive any sort of judgment, it still felt hard to let the words leave your lips.

You thought about the way to perfectly word everything, but nothing felt right. You pulled your hand away from Dylan's and covered your face as you let out an exasperated breath. "I can't figure how to say it all."

Dylan placed an arm around you and then mimicked the same question you had asked him not too long ago. "What are you feeling right now? In this moment?"

You would have both laughed and smiled at the fact that he was using your exact words if the current circumstances were different.

"Scared," You finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what the fuck I wanna do anymore, and actually, I don't think I really ever did. I only went to college because of the scholarship, and I convinced myself that I would figure my life out when I got there. And for a while, things felt right because I found creative writing and genuinely enjoyed it, but something doesn't feel right anymore. And I actually do like school. Because it's stable, and I am doing things, even if it's taking a dumbass test. But, it's about to be over soon, and I have no idea what I'm gonna do."

Your words were coming out like vomit, and nothing could stop it because finally, everything you had been feeling for so long was out of your head and put into the open.

"And don't get me wrong, I do love to write, but I don't know, I just can't see myself doing it for the rest of my life," You admitted and then let your next words come out quietly. "Honestly, I can't see myself doing anything. I'm so unhappy here."

You did not say it aloud, but you didn't think you were ever fully content there. Aside from Dylan and your parents, you never truly liked California. You had grown up there all your life, and although there were millions of people that adored the state, you felt the exact way someone from a state like Wyoming probably felt.

Dylan did not verbally respond to your long confession at first; instead, he simply pulled your confused and stressed self in for a hug, and you let out the simultaneous sigh and breath that you had been metaphorically holding in for years at this point.

"Maybe you should take a break," Dylan finally said; his arms were still around you, an action that made you feel completely comforted. "Right after high school, you went straight to college, and I don't think you've ever really taken a break to really think about what you actually want. Like, maybe, it's becoming a zookeeper."

Your laugh was slightly muffled by the fact that your face was pressed into the warmth of Dylan's chest. "Zookeeper?"

"I don't know," He laughed too. "You said you would support me in whatever the fuck I decide to do, and I'll do the exact same for you."

Somehow a smile found its way on your face. "A zookeeper and a comedian. What a fucking dream team."

Another laugh fell from Dylan's lips. "The best fucking dream team."

"But, honestly, I wish I could've known sooner that this is how you've been feeling. I would've been telling you to slow down so long ago, but you seemed content with everything," Dylan told you and gave you another light squeeze. "Please take a break and don't stress yourself out over the future when your next semester is over. Just relax for the first time. You can even come stay with me in LA for a little bit if that's where you wanna take your break. I'll be here for you, Y/N. Always."

Something about his words hit you hard. The wholehearted honesty and sincerity behind his statement shouldn't have surprised you, but it did. And the worry he had for you resembled the same concern you had for him when the accident happened. You two were best friends, so it should not have been a shock that you would worry about each other, but still, in that moment and for you, it was shocking because it felt like so much more than just that.

"Me too," You whispered, finally responding to his previous statement.

The long embrace came to an end with you being the one to pull away; however, you did not pull away far enough for you both to become completely detached from one another. Dylan's arms were still around your waist, and yours were still around the nape of his neck, and your faces were dangerously close. Your hand somehow took on a mind of its own as it reached around and cupped Dylan's cheek. The miniscule confusion and tickle of panic that began to prick at the back of your mind because of the action were not enough to make you pull away.

The slight way that Dylan leaned into your soft touch was the catalyst for you to take the leap and lean in the tiniest bit to close the small distance between the two of you, your lips almost too easily finding his. The inward sigh of contentment you emitted when Dylan almost immediately kissed you back made you realize that kissing him was the one thing currently happening in your life that actually felt right.

Later, when thinking back to that specific moment, you would wonder if that "rightness" had always been there between you both.

However, that right feeling, which was both comfortable and familiar, was quickly replaced with dread and angst, at least on your part. Your mind was beginning to fully catch up with your actions, and it immediately told you that the current action was both bad and stupid, and there were many, many reasons that proved that.

Maybe there were moments where a younger, and even present-day, you did want more to happen between you and Dylan, but you would always push that thought away because you knew that your and Dylan's friendship was so much more valuable.

And then it was the fact that your lives were nothing alike. Even though you were immensely confused about where your life was going, you could say for certain that it wasn't going in the same direction as Dylan's; an acting career that he genuinely loved and enjoyed too much to truly give up. Something deep down told you that, and you could feel the truthfulness behind the thought. The holidays were the only time your lives would truly intersect.

You abruptly pulled away, not just from the kiss but from Dylan's body entirely, moving to the edge of the bench you were on. Your hands covered your face in nothing but pure embarrassment and regret, and you wished that you could take back the last minute and a half of your life. And you also absolutely hated that you couldn't help but notice how much colder your body felt now that it was away from Dylan's.

"Oh my God. I'm sorry. Fuck. That kiss— it was a mistake. I'm really sorry." Your words came out rushed and fumbled, and it probably did not make much sense, but you just hoped that there was at least a little bit of coherency with them.

As much as you wanted to look at Dylan, you refused to do so because you knew that you would only see the regret you were feeling written clear across his face.

"Hey, it's okay, Y/N. Everything's fine. Don't worry," You heard him say but could hear the uncertainty in his voice as if he really didn't know if everything truly was fine. And you knew that it wasn’t. It really wasn’t.

The holidays were the only time your lives would truly intersect, and you had just completely ruined that.

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let me know your thoughts <3

((((already potentially thinking about doing a part 2 to this….. but idk…))))

[learntfromamillionmistakes]

Also would love to hear more about this theory "I maintain that they'd decided the documentary was going to be centred around Gina and Ricky in ep 4 and I will die on this hill". Had the same feelings because channing been focusing on Ricky but idk how to articulate it

I completely forgot that my ask box was open, you can tell I disappear off of here between seasons 😂

This got super long and is essentially a brain dump, so I'm sorry 😂 but I basically just didn't stop typing

Corbin just had SUCH a knowing look when he saw Ricky's reaction to LIAOD, to the point where he got Channings attention and asked what Ricky thought and then when Ricky walked out

And there's still the night in the woods - he must have been watching them (you see a shadow or something running through the woods, I want to say before a group scene? I'm not sure) so maybe Channing actually saw something that night and told Corbin then the next day Corbin is like dude catch this! About Ricky's reaction

I can't remember what I said in that post (if I even said anything else) but I do think that Corbin might have said that they weren't suitable for the doc just to add some pressure and see what would happen, move things along if you like (I feel like I'm not saying this properly but hopefully you get me) and it worked, they set up the whole thing where Ricky and Gina were exs and Ricky still had feelings for Gina - they knowingly played into what Corbin wanted but just didn't realise that he was doing it on purpose

There's also E* stay in your lane Bowen comment that it's impossible not to see that E* isn't thrilled about Ricky being near Gina

Everyone knows a love triangle sells, always has always will - even though we all complain about them, and Ricky hasn't exactly been great at hiding his feelings, E* hasn't been great at hiding his feelings towards Ricky, and Gina (bless her) has been trying with E* but at the end of the day her chemistry with Ricky is undeniable

There's also Channings comment to them when they're out in the little porch bit (is that what they're called? My brain isn't working) 'break up the rebound or something' so he clearly knows, and is openly acknowledging their relationship with each other (though I don't think he said that to create drama' since he wasn't recording - though this assumes they don't have cameras anywhere else)

And even if LIAOD wasn't where they decided to make it about them then the second Channing got Ricky confessing on camera it 100% became about them because all of a sudden a couple moments and some tension went from theory to real - but he never would have been filming them secretly if he wasn't making it about them because why not film the camps main actual couple who were clearly a bit tense with each other? Answer: he saw the chemistry during WDYKAL, everyone did - it's actually the only time we've had the east high lot kinda acknowledge anything between Ricky and Gina as a pair, and he probably knew that Ricky was seconds away from saying something to someone. Did he break up Ricky and Gina talking because he thought he might confess in that moment? I don't know. But I do really think he knew Ricky was on the edge and all he had to do was sit patiently and wait for him to say it

Love triangles sell in EVERY media, everyone knows that, including the campers who put it into their little formula! So there is zero way, in my mind, that Corbin and Channing - who both have experience in the media - were around them and didn't notice the love triangle gold right in front of them and decide to focus on that in the documentary

[maggyoutthere]

This "Everywhere At The End Of Time" thing has been showing up on my recommendations list on youtube. What even is this thing-

I mean it sounds neat. I'm like half an hour in and I like it :/ it's so nostalgic with the static and record scratches. I'm a sucker for ambient music and these sound neat

Edit:

Reached Stage 2

What is happening why is this triggering something in me. Like I can clearly tell something's wrong. You can still hear the music but the static and record scratches are louder.

I'm kinda scared though. As much as I love listening to music I can tell when something is just more than your typical summer hit or even mental health PSA. What is this-

Edit 2

K so apparently this is an album representing various stages of dementia. That's a tricky thing to do but I have faith in music. It's a great way to express stuff so I'm very curious to what this is gonna turn out like.

Edit 3

Idk if I like where this is going.

"I still feel as though I am me" broke me a little for some reason. Idk why but it just stood out differently to me. I am very very hesitant to jump some tracks to get to hear the other stages still today. Most of these tracks transmit the same idea but I didn't want to leave out anything.

Also no I hate rb stuff to make those threads. Have the consecutive edits of this thing.

Edit 4

STAGE 3 YOU CAN'T JUST CUT OFF LIKE THAT WHAT THE HELL-

Little heart attack I just had aside, I'm liking it so far. It's starting to get very uneasy but I think that's the point of it. Goodness gracious Stage 3 scared the absolute crap out of me. It cut just like that. So abruptly and caught me off guard. Not even a fade out, damn.

Edit 5

I had to skip some tracks from the second half of Stage 3 and

oh no

Edit 6

Reached Stage 4

I am having some very visceral reactions to this. It is incredibly unnerving but I want to keep listening to it so much. I love how it’s not even music anymore, it’s just... noise. Lots of different noises all crumbled up together, unified by some vely loud static.

Might have to skip some bits here because all Stage 4 songs are 30 min long each.

Edit 7

MOMS COME PICK ME UP OH FUCK OH GOD NO NO NO NO

I HATE IT HERE BUT I LOVE IT BUT AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

It’s so hard to put down what this is doing. I’m not even sorry for rambling just take this post for what it is idfk if people are even reading this but holy fuck.

The 30 minute ones are killing me from the inside out. I’m very sensitive to audio and sounds (probably because of autism) and this is just pulling all the levers in my brain. It’s so- i have no idea what to call it. Sensory triggering?? I guess???

Edit 8

Stage 5.

Oh... god. 

Edit 9

Reached Stage 6

This has no description, both in the video and in my head. The sheer nothingness something so loud can transmit; the void where something should be but you can't remember what. Blessed were the minutes when I was still listening to the first track; there was music at least. Now there's just this emptiness, this absolutely deafening silence.

The worst is that you know exactly what's going on.

Edit 10

Listening to the last track: Stage 6 - Place in the World fades away

Everywhere At The End Of Time is a series exploring dementia, its advancement and its totality.

I cannot put to words what an absolute masterpiece this is. To tackle such a serious mental illness like this one is already an incredibly hard thing to do; to make art out of it is risky, to make it work is nothing short of a miracle.

The Caretaker (pseudonym of the composer) is an absolute master of his craft. To use something so carefully constructed as music and sound to make sense of something that makes someone not make sense is a challenge to say the least. How do you even go about it? In music there are bound to be rhythms and leitmotifs and patterns: there is bound to be organization.

This is where EATEOT absolutely excels in. I don't know if this could be called of music but I'll surely call it of art; the genius of these tracks are in their editing rather than in their composition. The first 2 stages are pretty much just songs with static noises and record scratches layered on top. It gets the message across: there is still memory, it's just blurry, washed out. It's there but it's hard to see.

From then on out, everything changes. Stage 3 keeps the background noise going, now repeating certain parts of the songs or even reverberating them. The memories themselves are starting to change, not just getting difficult to access. Stage 4 sees the absolute fear and horror of realizing such thing is happening. The grasping at anything in pure terror of forgetting everything. There is no such thing as music now. It's unnerving, it's uneasing, and rightfully so. This does not sugarcoat things and I personally like that.

Stage 5 hits us with a certain calmness after the storm. Things aren't better of course, they're just quieter. Memories are starting to dissapear completely and now there is mostly only the background noises.

Then comes Stage 6. It's desolated, it's deserted, it's nothing. It's gut wrenching. I'd like to touch on the last song because I particularly liked this one. "Place in the World fades away" is, in my opinion, divided into 2 parts. In the 1st half you have static and noise. There is nothing in there. The occasional crescendo almost scares you because of how hollow the mind seems to be at this point, but it leads nowhere. Then there's the 2nd half. You start to hear music. Actual music this time. A choir of voices, still echoing from somewhere else remind you of how it first started: with the music. It puts things into perspective and signals you towards the first of this 6-part series, how far we've come. Then, as if telling what must be told, the music fades away, leaving you with a whole minute of absolute silence. No static, no record scratches, literally a whole minute of dead silence.

I found myself continuously going back to this tumblr post and to the comment section of the video; I didn't want to feel like I was experiencing this alone, and I was glad to see people in the comment section helping eachother out, talking and venting, so that was heartwarming.

I know I'm not usually very serious about things but I wanted to try and do it for this absolute magnum opus. I like to critique stuff as much as the next guy, but to be able to analyze something like this is unique. If you want something to challenge you emotionally, something to make you think and reflect on things, this is an absolute must.

Tl;dr: Everywhere At The End Of Time is a haunting representation of dementia, both in its advancement and in its totality. It's really profound and definitely worth a try if you have some free hours.

[tooweirdforyou]

hii! can i get a head cannon for katakuri bringing donuts to share with his fem s/o?

Katakuri Sharing His Donuts With Fem! S/O

A/N : bless you for requesting something this cute, I love it ;-; thank you for requesting. Hope this is what you expected!

Y’all I’m really doing these requests in order but some of you are sending in really interesting requests and I wanna do them nowww, but I’m staying strong in doing these in order- 😔✊🏼

Summary : Charlotte Katakuri sharing his delicious donuts with his female significant other.

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His meriendas are precious, vulnerable times for him. He gets to enjoy his donuts and tea in peace without anyone seeing his vulnerable state and his real face under his scarf.

But after spending so much time with you, and becoming much more comfortable around you, Katakuri has definitely grown more close and often lowers his scarf around you, but not always, of course.

As long as you two have been together though, you didn’t spend nearly enough time with each other as you wanted. Katakuri was always busy, which you understood. At least Katakuri often made an effort to try to ease up his schedule, and make time.

Today was going to be one of those days, where he was going to spend time with you. He didn’t have any missions from Big Mom yet and had some free time, and after days of work and small pouts from you to spend some together, he was finally going to.

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“You want to have a picnic?”

You didn’t even ask yet, but he already spoke before you, which you only smiled brightly and nod in response. “Yeah, it’ll be a nice date for us to spend some time together. I’ll make us some food, and you can bring whatever you want too!”

Katakuri thought for a moment before nodding once. “If that’s what you want, then alright.” He did say he’ll spend some time with you, but he did feel a bit skeptical of eating in front of you, with his mouth and all.

Before he could ask his own question, you already spoke before him, staring up at the taller male.

“Great! I’ll set up everything so just bring yourself and whatever else you want. Tomorrow, at 2:00, at the beach by the coast!”

With that, you’re cheerily walking away to get things ready, Katakuri hiding a small smile behind his scarf as he watches you.

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“You’re here early.”

Hearing a voice, you glance up from moving around and saw Katakuri nearing from the distance and smiled, waving at him.

“I wanted to set it up before you came. Of course, you came at 2:00, sharp.” You joke a bit as you knelt down onto the sheet you set out onto the sand.

Your sandals laid by the edge of the fabric and a picnic basket sat in the middle, with various snacks and drinks inside.

The sheet was rather big, enough for Katakuri to sit and not take too much space, even if he did, you didn’t mind at all. You could just sit in his lap too.

Katakuri goes over closer and takes a seat at the edge of the sheet, across from you and glances down to the basket. In his own hands was a large box filled with his own desired snack.

“I see you brought your own food. I hope you still have room for more than, because I made quite a lot.” You sheepishly spoke, starting to pull out the drinks and the many snacks you packed.

Katakuri didn’t say anything as he watched you do so, before setting the box into his lap.

He saw how much you really packed and smiled slightly to himself, seeing how much thought you put into this, a date for the two of you.

He admired and appreciated your love and patience for him, even if he was extremely busy and or wasn’t one for giving affection. You understood him and he loved you for that.

Still staring at you, he didn’t even realize you were staring at him back and calling his name, until you reach for his arm.

“Hey, Everything okay?” You smile softly at Katakuri, tilting your head to look at him better and Katakuri just blinks before nodding slowly. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Katakuri stares at you a little longer as he makes himself comfortable and then turns to his box in his lap and sets it beside himself, opening it up to reveal donuts.

You take a look in the box and can’t help but let it out a giggle at the sight.

“Of course you brought donuts. I shouldn’t have expected anything else.” You playfully tease, Katakuri only smiling a bit more in amusement at your comment.

“Come here.” His words are short and simple as he holds his arm out and you gladly accept his offer and climb into his lap, leaning your back against him.

Katakuri pulls down his scarf a bit to reveal his mouth just enough to eat and you reach to grab a snack you prepared, but felt him stop you.

“Here.”

Gesturing to the donuts, you quickly shake your head and refuse. “No way, Kari.” You smile softly and curled up into him more. “Those are your special donuts, you enjoy them yourself. I’ll eat this just fine.”

Katakuri slyly pulls his scarf back up a bit and narrows his eyes at you.

Katakuri shakes his head at you and grabs a donut, splitting one in half and holds it out towards you. “Just eat it.. I want you to have it.”

You stare at him a bit, seeing him looking directly into your eyes and then he looked away seconds after. Looking closer, you can notice the slight pink tint of his cheeks.

Smiling to yourself at his adorableness, and his own way of giving you affection and love, you just smile warmly at him and take the donut half extended out for you.

“Fine, if that’s what you want. Thank you!”

You could tell your cheeks were warm at the thought of him sharing his special donuts with you, but you didn’t care, just opting to take a bite of it and enjoy it slowly.

A wide smile could be seen on your face as you chewed blissfully, completely understanding why Katakuri loved these so much.

Katakuri stares at you in his lap, enjoying the donut with a grin. He smiles softer at your expression and wraps his arm around your form and pulls you closer into him, pulling back down his scarf as he did so.

He brought the other half of his donut and enjoys it alongside with you, his cheeks pink as he sat with you during this picnic.

He kept it in mind to do this more often, because he was actually enjoying this time with you, as he always did.

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“Thank you for being with me, Katakuri.” You randomly blurt out, looking down at the donut in your hands and Katakuri glances down at you.

“I should be thanking you for loving me, even with my flaws, [Name].” He points out and you chuckle softly. “Of course I love you. You’re amazing and extremely handsome in my eyes.”

Hearing your compliment made his cheeks heat up once more as he turns away and stayed silent, unsure of what to respond.

His reaction made you giggle as you pat his chest and place a soft peck on his chin, leaning up to do so. “Won’t you say it back? I love you~”

Katakuri brings his scarf up to bury his face in as he mutters out quietly.

“...I love you..”

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a/n : hey!! Hope you enjoyed this, this was super cute~ 🥰 also, don’t mind the nickname lol, I couldn’t decide between “Kata”, “Kuri”, or “Kari” idk

And yes, I did turn the second half into a scenario :))