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genderless-naper · 2 months ago

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fast learner

trafalgar law x crewmate!reader

themes: 18+, female reader, inexperienced reader, oral (male receiving), slight breast & saliva play, no protection, no pull out, desperation, marking.

law wants to teach you some medical knowledge in case of emergencies. as he observed you he becomes impressed with how well you pick up things. law decides to see how well you can pick up sucking a popsicle in a different way

wc: 3.7k, nsfw, smut, lowercase intended!

law tried his best to educate his crew on the basics of medicine. he thought it was important for everyone to know the basics of how to treat wounds in case there was a situation where he wouldn’t be around to help. he would also set up some mock surgeries, and trained each member 1 on 1.

when it came to his session with you he found that you were the quickest to absorb the information. you watched carefully, and took notes accordingly. he could tell you took this serious unlike some of the other members. his expectations were low, but you singlehandedly changed that for him.

he decides to continue the next day teaching you more medical knowledge. law delved into many different emergency procedures, and explained in step-by-step detail how to deal with it. by the end of the day your hand was exhausted from all the notes you had to take.

bepo pokes his head in near the end of law’s expansive teaching session. the mink held up two popsicles, “i wanted to bring some snacks! i’m sure you’re working super hard y/n, so you deserve a break!”

the mink waddles over and hands them cool treat to you and the captain. law comments as well, “we can take a short break. it’s been a while since we start.”

you mumbled under your breath, “more like almost 12 hours…”

bepo gasped dramatically, “captain why would you torture our precious y/n like this!”

law dismissed bepo’s dramatic response, “it isnt dramatic. y/n learning this stuff could be the difference between life and death for one of you guys one day.”

bepo knew best than to argue back with law. he bid his farewell and left you two alone.

although it was meant to be a break law couldn’t help but keep up with the lessons in some way. as you tried to enjoy your sweet treat the tattooed man would point at different tools and wait for you to answer correctly. you responded in between your licks.

“you know i thought this was meant to be a break captain!”

“it is a break. we aren’t learning about how to deal with a bleeding lung. i’m just making sure you remember and were listening.”

you couldn’t help but think he was placing too much importance on this. still you kept your opinions to yourself. there’s no point in trying to voice them knowing that law has made his mind up.

law watched you suck the tip of the popsicle. his attentive nature had him notice the melted droplets start to roll down the popsicle, and inevitably drip off.

he spoke up before there was a chance for it to drip off, “lick it from the bottom.”

without knowing his reasoning to his suggestion you started to follow it. you started from the bottom and took one long lick to the top of the popsicle. you did this all around, and ended with sucking the tip of it. you looked back at your instructor waiting for him to approve like he always did when you listened to what he had to teach you.

instead law was starring mindlessly at your lips. the visual of your tongue gliding from the base to the top replayed on a loop in his mind. it was almost like he could feel it on his own dick. he tried to push the imagine away, but it had already cause the blood in his body to start to rush.

you tilted your head at the lack of response, “was that okay captain..?”

your voice broke law out of his trance, “uh..yeah that was fine..”

there was a long pause before he spoke again, “you should try eating it this other way. i think it’ll taste better this way..”

you waited for him to give you your next set of instructions. law walked over to stand next to you, and positioned your mouth right above the popsicle, “you should suck it.. but bob your head a little. it… helps with spreading the flavor across your whole mouth at once…”

law hoped the reasoning he made up on the spot didn’t sound stupid. he was relieved to see you obey his instructions like you had been for the whole day.

your lips encased the tip of the popsicle, and you slowly moved your head down then pulling it back up, but not enough for the popsicle to leave your mouth. you continued this motion for a while waiting for an approval signal.

after an extended amount of time passes you slow down to look up at law. you were immediately locking eye contact with the tattooed man who was starring at you the while time.

he spoke so lowly you almost missed it, “you’re such a fast learner y/n..”

you hummed, “i just follow whatever you think is best captain.”

you reached over to grab some napkins behind law. you were now leaning closer to him. his boner, which he was trying to ignore beforehand, had grown noticeably in size. it was big enough for you to accidentally hit your knee into.

law winces and grabs the edge of the table for support. the sudden movement sent a shock all over his body. you, who didn’t know law’s boner was a slow growing problem, thought you just caused this.

panic was laced through your voice, “oh no, i’m so sorry captain! i didn’t mean to do that! a-are you okay..?”

law was clearly not okay. he kept his head down to hide his scrunched up eyebrows. he but his lip aw his boner grew more against his restrictive pants, “fuck y/n.. what’s your damn problem…”

you kept apologizing not quite knowing what to do in such a situation. the notes you took all day couldn’t help right now, “wh-what do i do?? you’re in p-pain. you’ve been teaching me how to help someone in pain all day but i don’t know what to do in this kind of situation!”

law rubbed his temples and responded, “you do know…”

you thought law taught you this, so it must be written in your notes. you skim through them all to find something to help.

law pulled you close to him by the arm, and threw your book on the table, “you didn’t get the chance to write it down. it won’t be in there y/n.”

he starred at your lips with seductive eyes. the sensation had spread through his whole body, and quite frankly he didn’t care if he was pushing boundaries at that moment.

his hand made its way to your face to caress your cheek, and his thumb traced your bottom lip. he pulled it down slightly to expose your mouth as he stared at it, “i just taught you this, it should be fresh in your mind y/n-ya.”

your eyes widened as you realized what he was implying, “i-i don’t think i can do that capta-“

he cut you off immediately, “why can’t you? don’t you want to fix the problem you made especially if i’m giving you permission to do so?” secretly law knew the problem was existing beforehand, yet he didn’t care if a little white lie helped with getting your pretty lips around his cock faster.

you looked unsure, “i don’t know..”

law winced again. his pants becoming unbearably tight. he knew he would have to talk you through this, “you’re a fast learner. i know you’ll do great. now what do you do when your patient is in pain?”

“get them to a relaxed position, then treat the pained areas..”

law nods, “good girl. you’re already doing so good.”

you nod slowly, and instruct law to sit down in a chair. he manspreads to avoid unwanted friction against his pained area. he was now having noticeable shortness of breath trying to keep his pain under control.

you were still in a clear state of shock, and didn’t know what to do next. law takes a deep breath, “get on your knees y/n… you need to uncover the area you’ll be working on. i’m sure you remember this lesson…”

you nod fast and sit between his spread legs. your hands were shaking as you unbuttoned his pants. you were careful to not touch the boner unnecessarily. you were successfully able to pull law’s pants and boxers off with a bit of help from him. he kicked it a few feet away.

law’s dick sprang up once uncovered. you looked at it then at law who was still in noticeable pain, “wh-what should i do next..?”

law pushes your hair over your shoulder as he replies, “treat it like a popsicle. that’s gonna be the only way to fix it.”

you weren’t confident in your ability. you had never done anything like this.

law spoke again, “you’re my star student. if you get stuck i’ll just teach you how to keep going.”

you nod, feeling a bit more confident in your abilities. you recalled how law taught you to eat the sweet treat.

law pulled your head closer to his aching boner hoping it would get you to start. he was desperate for any relief.

you hold the base using only your fingertips, and pull the tip to touch your lips. it was hard against your soft lips. your fingertips could feel the veins that covered the aching cock. you pull the tip into your mouth, and let your lips engulf its circumferences. law grips the armrests of the chair as his head rolls back. he closes his eyes to focus on the new sensations you were giving him.

you started out sucking softly, then pulling the length back out your mouth and licking it up from the base. law let out shaky breaths with every lick that covered his hard dick.

law took your hand, and had you wrap it around his member, “do this to help with the process y/n.” law proceeded to move your hand up and down his member. once you got the hang of it he let you continue on your own without instructing your hand on doing it. he loved how he could tell you to do anything, and you would obey him so fast.

you went back to sucking his tip while including the stroking movement from your hand. the sucking continued to a bobbing movement which took in more of his length at once.

you were doing great a while, until law felt you start to slow down significantly. he opened his eyes to look at what you were doing.

he saw your thighs rubbing against each other as you tried your best to please him. he smirked at the sight in front of him, and pulled your head off his cock, “is everything okay y/n?” law’s eyes signaled to your thighs.

you nodded fast, “everything is o-okay! it’s just a bit of discomfort.. but it’s not important. you need to be treated as soon as possible.”

law hummed, “i think my symptoms were contagious then. you did your best with what your pretty could do. you should let me take care of this now. you’re going to be my patient now.”

law stood up and pulled you up from your seated position. you naturally kept rubbing your thighs together, and the sight of that turned law on even more. he picked you up with ease, and laid you across the table, “i’m gonna have to undress you to get to your wounded area y/n. will that okay?” law couldn’t keep his smirk off his face.

the growing sensation made you feel desperate to feel relief. you agreed without a second thought. law pulled your shirt off with ease leaving you in your bra. law traced his hand up your stomach, and let his thumb play with the bottom of your bra, “are you feeling anything in your chest?”

you hummed to answer his question. he spoke up again, “are you able to show me which part specifically?”

“i-i guess..” you unclipped your bra and pulled it off. being exposed in front of your captain had you blush uncontrollably, but he wasn’t your captain right now. he was your doctor, and he would help you feel better right now.

you shyly pointed at your nipple, “i feel it here…”

law hums and carefully takes your breasts into his hand. they sat well in his palms as he pinched your nipples gently. he observed how your face turned into a more desperate expression. you started to but your bottom lip as he rolled his fingers over the sensitive buds.

“i’m gonna need your help with this next part baby.”

you were attentive with the new name he called you. he knew you were willing to do anything he would tell you next.

“i need to you to put some of your saliva on my tongue to help me out.”

“my saliva..? how would i get it on your tongue?”

law smirked, “push it onto my tongue using your tongue.”

you were unsure of the visual he was trying to paint out, but nonetheless you didn’t question him any longer. you saw him stick his tongue out waiting for you. you inched closer to him and gently pressed your tongue against his. law needed more than what you were giving him. he pushed his head slightly closer to connect your lips. it was a wet attempt of a kiss as he tries to steal all the liquid in your mouth. once satisfied he pulled away and went straight to transporting that to your nipples.

law knew he could’ve done this without your help, but he just wanted a reason to feel your lips against his, and your tongue dancing alongside with his.

he went back to pleasing your nipples. you let out quite whimpers and moans with every suck and squeeze the man did.

law spent enough time ignoring his own problem, so he pushed open your legs to start to grind his boner against your cloth heat. this action made you create louder noises than before.

once satisfied law pulls away from your chest. he looked at his artwork, and admired how puffy he left your gorgeous nipples. law took your hand and made you grab your own boobs, “start playing with these while i take care of the bigger problem. you think you could do that for me baby?”

you hum and try to replicate what law was doing. you were a fast learner after all, so you knew to focus your attention to your nipples.

law focused his attention to in between your thighs, his crotch could feel your juices soak through your pants. he needed to uncover you now.

so he wasted no time with doing so. in an instant he had your pants next to his on the floor, and had your panties tucked away in a drawer next to the table you were on. he knew his future self would be thanking him for such a priceless gift.

the cool air sent shivers up your spine. you closed your legs shut, “its too cold!”

law hums as he slowly tries to reopen them, “you’ll feel uncomfortable now, but i promise you wont notice it in a bit. just be cooperative with me for now y/n.”

once re-exposed, law takes his aching length, and pressed it against your wet core.

he let your juices cover his cock, and slowly rubbed it through your folds. he observed you with every movement, not wanting you to feel overwhelmed.

“this is gonna feel a bit different, okay?” you could only conjure up a hum as a response.

law focused his hard tip at the top of your pussy, and rubbed his tip against your clit. he watched your body react as you let out soft moans. he could see goosebumps form on your arms as he continued the motion. he rubbed your clit in circular motions with his tip, until stopping with your clit sitting perfectly next to his opening on his tip.

he stopped his movement to talk to you again, “i’m about to do the main part of the operation. its going to hurt at the beginning, but it will make you feel great afterwards. you’ll feel so much relief after we’re done. are you ready?”

you were still unsure. law reached over tor cup your cheek reassuringly, “you’re gonna be okay. you trust me don’t you?”

“i do trust you…”

the smirk returning back to his face “then let me finish my job, i need to make sure my patient feels better by the end of this.”

you nod, but hold his wrist so he doesn’t remove his hand from you. you shyly pull it from your cheek to hold hands with. law lets you lace your fingers with his. he figured you’d need something to squeeze.

law pulled his tip to your slit, and pushed it in slowly. he saw you tense, scrunch your brows, whimper, and squeeze his hand. he knew it must’ve been a new feeling for you, so he had to treat you extra carefully.

he was halfway in before he pulled back out. he continued this half in half out motion to help you get used to this new feeling. he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

you were doing your best to keep your voice low. when you felt a loud moan wanting to come out you immediately moaned into the tattoo hand to muffle the sound. the sight of you using his hand in such a desperate situation drove law crazy, and he unknowingly pushed in all the way. you gasped loudly at the new sensation. you were immediately being stretched out by his size.

law cursed under his breath, “shit, i didn’t mean to do that.”

your voice trembled, “i-its okay law”

he nodded and continued at a steady pace. law rocked his hips at a controlled pace. your warmth was inviting his cock to keep thrusting in. the longer it drew out the harder he would start to thrust.

it started out gradual. the force was enough to see your breasts jump sightly. it then escalated to your whole body moving force the force. finally his thrusts turn hard enough to start knocking things off the table.

your moans would fill up the room. it was dancing in melody with the sound of law’s impactful thrusts. you were unable to control your body and the sounds it was making. your mind was blank, and all you could think about was feeling good because of his dick in you fucking you mindless. you wanted him to go deeper and deeper. you wanted him to fuck you into oblivion.

on the other hand law felt like a horny animal with the rhythm of his movements. every thrust pushed you away from him, so he had to keep a tight grip on your waist to pull you back close to him. your whimpers grew louder and more high pitched. it was signaling that you were close. law felt his hand you had near your face get wet. he looked up to see your teary eyes and seductive expression looking back at him.

he could tell that you were lost in the moment, and would take whatever he would give you. seeing you in this state made him never let you out of his sight ever again. he wanted to mark you up to show the world that you already belonged to someone. his mind filled with animalistic thoughts, and it reflected on his heightened pace.

he leaned down to your neck and started to mark you up. he sucked and left bite marks all over your neck. the only thought on his mind was how you were his, and his only. he wanted to make sure you would never get away from him.

you abandoned the hand you were holding onto and relocated your hands to law’s hair. you tugged on his hair trying to help ground yourself, but it felt impossible. you kept climbing high and higher towards your climax.

law’s out of breath voice was heard in between the thrusts, “are you feeling good baby? you feel so fucking great… i need to fuck you like this all the fucking time.”

you mindless nod in between your moans. it felt impossible to make coherent sentences at that point you could only get a few words out, “it f-feels so good law! ahh!” tears tricked down your face as you felt a knot undo in your stomach, and your come orgasm crashing down on your body.

you produced sounds you didn’t know where capable of being made. hearing your seductive vocals pushed law into reaching his own orgasm.

he shot his cum deep into you. you felt the warmth fill you up even more than you were. law’s pace slowed down significantly, but he couldn’t help stopping then. he fucked his cum deep into you. his thrusts were much more sloppy than it was before. he just wanted to mark you as his in as many ways as he could. he didn’t even bother wondering if you wanted to be his to begin with.

once finished he finally pulled out. you both stared at each other as you regained your breaths. you we’re completely fucked out, and law couldn’t stop admiring you in such a state. he leaned closer to you and kissed you passionately. it was a very lazy passionate kiss which you tried to return in your exhausted state.

law pulled away and looked st you with hooded eyes, “i need you to be mines only..”

“wh-what captain..?”

law groans, “stop with that captain bullshit.. just say you’ll be mines” desperation laced his voice. he wasn’t trying to make it sound like that, but it was hard to control it while being so exhausted.

you just mindlessly nod as a response.

once law is able to regain some of his regular breathing he uses the last of his energy to shambles you both to his bed in his private room.

he pulled you close to him, afraid you would run away from him at any given second. you on the other hand didn’t have the energy to even move positions. you let law hold you close without complaints, and felt him steal another lazy kiss from you. you slowly drift into a deep sleep with law following right behind you.

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urcoolgf · 2 months ago

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THE GOOD HOUSEKEEPING SEAL

pairing. bf¡drew && singer¡reader

content. fluff

summary. ever since you && drew started dating, you've been more inspired than ever, so—before your newest album drops—you wanna give your boyfriend a sneak peak (based on 'R.E.M.' by ariana grande)

drew knew dating a popstar was dangerous. one wrong move, and a whole album about his mistakes would hit the shelves in no time, but you were worth it to him. plus, he didn’t intend to make any mistakes with you.

the two of you had met about 6 months ago, and everything had been basically perfect. the type of perfect that had you slightly worried, but—for once in your life—you decided to just go with it. you had bad relationships in the past which left you with a deep mistrust when things were going well, but something about drew just made you feel so safe.

you knew it wasn’t easy dating you—not only were you a popstar (he was used to the fame anyway), but you over complicated things and just made yourself hard to love as a way of protecting yourself. in just 6 months, drew had taken those guards down—and even though it scared you to death—it was refreshing. life felt beautiful again, like you were finally seeing in color after years of living in black & white.

before you and drew met, you were so uninspired, so unmotivated that you were questioning if you even wanted to be in the industry anymore. you thought you had lost your touch. lost your voice. but, drew changed all of that. lyrics had been flowing out of you like a waterfall as the two of you had gotten closer.

your next studio album ‘sweetener’ was set to drop in two weeks. the name implying that drew had been the sweetener to your previously sour life. all throughout the writing and recording process you had left drew in the dark. it wasn’t because you didn’t trust him, or want him to hear your work. this whole album process had been so new and vulnerable, and it made you scared.

you knew you wanted to share at least parts of your album with drew before it released for everyone—the album was for him after all. so, one day, when the two of you had nothing else to do, you suggested a trip to the studio.

you and drew were currently on the couch of your apartment in new york city, he was watching something on tv while you indulged yourself in your current read.

“hey, baby? how about a little trip down to the studio?,” you asked, a soft smile on your face. drew just looked at you—almost like he didn’t believe you.

“the studio? you want me to come?,” he had always respected your decision to record alone, so when you offered to take him with you he was shocked to say the least.

“mhm. jus’ got a few things to wrap up before the release,” the look in his eyes already gave you your answer, but you awaited his response anyway. your big doe eyes distracting drew just a bit before he finally answered.

“yeah, of course, baby. let’s go. i’ll drive,” he said, a huge smile took over his face as he quickly stood from the couch, moving to grab his keys. you giggled as you stood after him, following him to the door to put your shoes on.

on the way to the studio, you told drew where to go since he hadn’t been there. his hand covering your thigh, fingers circling the soft skin with a featherlight touch.

once you had arrived and parked, you led him to the studio door, unlocking it with your key. once he stepped inside, he looked like a kid in a candy shop. he took in all the different computers, speakers, audio boards, and the glass wall separating it all from the artist. you made your way inside after him, closing the door, and taking a seat in a chair by the audio board table.

“this is incredible, babe,” he said, moving to sit in the seat next to you, “so, what’re we doin’ here?”

“i actually don’t need to wrap up anything,” you said sheepishly, “i wanted to let you hear some stuff before the album drops… if that’s okay with you?,” you were nervous to say the least, sure he had heard your other music that was already released, but none of that was about him. you felt like this album was the best thing you’ve made—it was everything you had been striving to create your entire career—so, yeah… there was some pressure on you right now. drew could sense it. gently moving his chair closer to comfort you, placing his arm around your shoulder and rubbing soothing circles into it.

“‘course i wanna hear, baby. wanna hear everything you make,” he said quietly. his warm smile made your heart skip a beat.

“‘kay,” you replied. your voice so soft it was almost a whisper. you moved to open the audio file of the song you had been most proud of. it was the fourth track on the album, and it had turned out exactly how you wanted it to. you called it R.E.M. to insinuate a dream-like state, and the instrumentals that accompanied it only added to the ethereal vibe of it.

you made sure your computer was connected to the speakers in the studio, so that drew could get the full experience, before hesitantly pressing play.

the dreamy beat had started playing, and there was officially no going back. drew just looked down, taking in the beat. he had a focused look on his face that made it seem like he was really listening—which he was.

mm-hmm

last night

boy, i met you, yeah

when i was asleep (sleep)

you’re such a dream to me

you watched as drew’s expression softened. he looked back up at you, wide-eyed, to find you already staring at him in anticipation for his reaction. he didn’t say anything while it was playing, just listened intently, looking back at you every so often so you could visibly watch his heart melt.

before you speak, don’t move, ‘cause i don’t wanna

wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (don’t wanna…)

wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

boy, you’re such a dream to me

if you can believe, babe

boy, you’re such a dream to me

excuse me, um, i love you

drew’s soft chuckle rings through your ears, his beautiful smile leaving an imprint on your heart. he still doesn’t say anything, just taking in all the beautiful melodies and adlibs you conjured up in this masterpiece of a song.

i’ll get you out my mind, mhm, i tried to

but i just want to stand and yell

i will never dare to tell

think i heard some wedding bells, shh, keep it to yourself

is this real? (is this real?)

drew’s head snaps up at the last verse—wedding bells? his heart had never felt as full as it did in this moment. he leans over—arm still around your shoulders—and gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek. his mind now clouded with not only your soothing melodies, but images of your wedding—you walking down the aisle in a beautiful white dress, flowers everywhere, slipping a ring on your finger, and making you his forever.

i could buy you anything, but i cannot buy you

before your boy gets smart, i would never try to

you know i’m thinking to myself, "what happened, why you?"

but when i see you in my dreams, psh, i knew

you know how to treat it, you know how to eat it

you know how to beat it (i know how to keep it)

the good housekeeping seal

(bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum)

‘the good housekeeping seal’ is a term for a ‘stamp of approval’ commonly known amongst celebrities. it means a product has been tried, tested, and determined a good product. the line made drew laugh, as if he had gained the ‘stamp of approval’ from you. he laughed on the outside, but inside, his heart fluttered. you had opened up a little about past relationships, and the fact you considered him one of the good ones meant a lot to him.

the song finally came to a cinematic end, your vocals carrying the beat to a close. drew didn’t even know what to say—it was phenomenal. everything about the song was perfect, he could only imagine how the rest of the album sounded…

“y/n… that was—holy shit, that was phenomenal, baby,” he turned his chair so he was facing you head on, his hands coming to rest on top of your knees.

“really? you liked it?,” you asked. your bright eyes made drew swoon. the fact you thought he wouldn’t like it amazed him.

“liked it? it was heavenly. i felt like i was floating,” he smiled, getting all excited to share his thoughts with you. it warmed your heart to see him passionate about something you were so passionate about.

“and the adlibs in that back were just amazing. everything felt like a dream,” he continued.

“yes! that was the goal. i wanted it to feel almost surreal because… well, because that’s how you make me feel,” you looked down as if you were nervous to say the last part. drew brought his hands to your cheeks, pulling your face back up to face his.

“listen y/n… before i met you, i thought my life couldn’t get any better– i had movie contracts i would’ve killed for a couple years ago, friends i never thought i would have, i was working with directors i never dreamed would even know my name. i thought i had it all. life seemed exciting and promising, and i saw everything in vibrant color… at least i thought i did. i never knew how dull my life really was until i met you. these past 6 months have been unbelievable, and now i can’t even imagine how i was satisfied with the life i had before you…,” his blue eyes stared right into yours, admiration consuming them.

his words felt so sincere, something you haven’t heard in a long time… maybe ever—you just lost it. tears began to fall from your eyes. drew’s soft hands immediately moving to wipe the salty drops away.

“i love you… so much,” your words were broken by soft sobs. drew pulled you into him, his tight embrace giving you more comfort than you knew was even possible.

“i promise, baby, i love you more,” he said softly, running his hand down your back, slowly rubbing up and down to calm your cries.

once you finally pull apart, redness staining your cheeks. drew looked at you with the softest eyes you had ever seen, and you weren’t sure he was even real at this point.

“so…,” a breathless laugh escaped you before continuing, “wanna hear some more?”

“c’mon baby, you already know my answer,” drew smirked, moving back to put his arm around your shoulders to listen to the next track you played.

track 2. title: ‘blazed’.

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ajortga · 1 year ago

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can you keep a secret?

pairing: wednesday addams x werewolf fem reader

summary: you miss your girlfriend who's recently transferred to nevermore academy. your persistent whining is able to transfer you to nevermore and cling onto her the whole time there.

word count: 5k+

based off request!

W and R are in a relationship, W transfers to Nevermore. W and R may not have anything in common, but they do on some things, like R being an outcast as well (a werewolf ), R insists their parents that they transfer to Nevermore too. After they successfully did, R immediately finds W, the outcast's curious to what'll happen to R (obvi doesn't know they knew each other).. Basically every student in Nevermore sees them together everyday. One, asks W who R is to W, she answers truthfully, "They're My Lover." everything and everyone just goes crazy

“Cara mia, we live next to each other,” Wednesday says softly, brushing your hair back as you braid her black silky hair.

You hum, a little sad, finishing to braid her two tiny braids that hung low to her chest.

“But I won’t see you in school, baby." A huff escapes your lips as your girlfriend sighs, giving up on trying to coax your madness.

“Or at all,” you add, “you’ll have a damn dorm with some girl that you’ve never seen before. It’s not fair.”

The raven-haired girl rolls her eyes, “I’ll cut off my heart with the sharpest knife I know if I ever started to love someone more than you,” Wednesday suggests, trying to make you feel better.

She cups your cheeks as you refuse to speak and rubs her thumb gently around the pink tint covering them. A way to always make you feel better. Yet she knows better because you certainly don’t look better.

“We’re both outcasts Weds. My stupid parents just won’t allow me to transfer because they think Nevermore is weird. Yet they went to school there. That's not fair."

“They’re just trying to protect you. I'd feel that way too for our daughter if Nevermore had hurt me. If someone ever hurt you, they’re death will be a long one. Sufferable and miserable. So bad that they’ll beg for forgiveness before they bleed out.”

Usually Wednesday would expect you to smile and giggle, but you’re not. Why does your girlfriend have to leave you?

“Can’t you stay?” You ask, voice tiny.

“As much as I sneak out, Mother has already informed everyone including your parents not to let me stay the night. They are used to my.. Tactics per say.”

Your sharp nails from your growth as a soon to be wolfed out werewolf emerges, clawing the wood you attached to your wall when this kind of stuff happens.

"I can sneak you in and I'll even build you a door in my closet," you suggest.

"No, Y/N."

"What if we install a life-like robot and I'll sneak out with you?"

"No."

You huff angrily, slashing the wood.

Wednesday firmly takes your hand, and your hand almost scratches her, yet it stops as you don’t want to hurt her, “Stop that.”

“No,” you state, tugging your hand away and sinking them into the wood, so hard that a big ass dent forms.

Your girlfriend sighs, rolling her eyes as she sweeps her bangs away from her eyes, “I don’t know what you want me to do bambina. Maybe I could.. Sneak you away from this horrid place. But at what cost? Nevermore seems strange. Not strange in a way I’d want to discover in mysteries though.”

She sees the way you sigh, disappointed. Upset.

“You’ll be there for a whole school year, it’s far.”

“I’ll bring my typewriter. Distance won’t change that, swear on my cemetery. I’ll write you letters at night, secretly take the principal's mailbox and send them to you. Or I’ll threaten Thing in my backpack and crawl till he can give it to you.” Wednesday isn’t kidding, her stare is cold, well usually it was cold, but not towards you. “He can suffer in thorns, I’ll stitch him up, just as long as.. You’ll write back?”

You nod, yet you don’t care about the letters, you care about her.

“You’ll send them?”

“Yes.”

“Every night?”

“Yes.”

“What if you begin to stop when you feel like it’s not working anymore?”

“I won’t Y/N.”

“You can’t know that.”

“Oh, but I do.”

"No you don't, you don't know the future."

"But I do know that I won't stop sending my letters. I can feel it."

You stop scratching the wood and you bury yourself on Wednesday, breathing in her scent as you try to comfort yourself. Yet even when the lights are off, your heart is pounding, feeling alone.

A tear falls from your cheek as you watch Lurch stuff his trunk, Wednesday talking to her mother and father, while hesitantly hugging Pugsley.

“You’ll have so much fun.” Morticia says, with a smile, kissing her cheek and staining it slightly with her black lipstick.

“Define fun as boring and a punishment, sure,” Wednesday stiffly responds, yet softens as she looks at you. She takes her mother’s hand off her shoulder and approaches you.

“If you cry, it'll be raining all day. And you don't want it to be all gloomy for you? I don't want my socks wet. A poem, along with two pages written in a small font. One to express my day, and one to express that stupid love so you can sleep peacefully at night with nightmares.” Wednesday says, stopping for a moment, “sweet nightmares,” she adds.

You nod, yet your tear stained cheeks aren’t really helping, she reaches up and wipes it off with her thumb. Then let you hug her, you immediately bury yourself into her and she sighs.

“I’ll be thinking of you, till every grain of sand can be counted.”

You watch her approach the car, then slip in. She has the window scroll down, and you look at her. As the car engine roars, you bite your lip. And slowly watch it wheel away. Slowly jogging till it’s out of sight.

It’s been two weeks. And sure enough, Wednesday has kept her promise. She’s sent you letters you’ve kept in your drawer, they’re never repetitive, but always show you love. You like it like that, knowing that it isn’t a chore for her to write letters for you. If anything, they’ve lengthened in size as she's sent more and more.

It makes you miss her a little more. You have to hug your life-sized stuffed animal at night that she sprayed her perfume on. She also left half a bottle on your counter, just in case it runs out. Though it takes longer to sleep, it makes you feel a little better knowing there was something that was like a piece of her beside you.

Thing has visited you, and you know that little guy has a huge memory. You lost the letter you were going to hand Thing, and though you were a little sad, he moved his fingers and you realized you could speak to him for hours and he would tell Wednesday every detail. She had even wrote to you,

I owe Thing a thank you, yet he can be provoking at times. He had communicated to me for an hour, thirty minutes, and thirty two seconds about your day. I always wonder what secrets lay in the Addams Family. Yet I’m not quite comprehending why Thing has a big memory space.

Nonetheless, I think about you everyday. My roommate, Enid, has been unpleasant with her interesting taste of fashion and colors. It’s distracting. In a negative way. You’re distracting in a way where I can’t take my eyes off your enticing figure Y/N. Weems had bothered me the whole day, smothered me with questions and made sure I was doing fine. No wonder why mother got along with her so much. Those two are like the same person just one with smothered ink. But, something that sparked my particular interest was that you can dorm with two other people. Thing had told me that there was an accident at your school. If you’d like, which I’d appreciate, could ask your mother about transferring, say it’s dangerous. You aren’t a late wolfer, but convince her possibly that Nevermore can increase your chances. Wish you were here, I hate Mr. Tuesday. That white bunny is always staring at me during my typing time. But I can tolerate him a bit more, knowing you gifted it to me. You love Mr. Tuesday, so I appreciate your gesture. It’s not often I get visions, but they’ve almost made me want to experience them more. I see you in them, baking. Writing to me. It makes me almost happy.

Enid keeps trying to get to know me, she’s a strange soul, but she’s a werewolf, like you. You two are nothing alike, yet I think you two would get along a bit too much. Except you don’t blast random glitter pop music during the night. During my WRITING TIME. Even thinking about it rots my brain. But I miss you cariño. Sleep tight, I’ve left at least 300 things to hide in your house and you’ll never expect where they are. But everyone is special, it’ll make you at least smile a little when I tell you each night. Today’s item is snuck inside your bed, I used Mother’s chainsaw to cut through the wood, it’s a tiny version of Mr. Tuesday. I asked Thing the other day to sneak it in that spot and he sanded the wood back in. It should be a sort of door. But I crocheted it during my free time, there are times where I can’t think during my writing time. That is an understatement, but I only think of you. But I’m hoping you can enjoy it for today.

Love you, sleep cozily,

Weds

You smile as you look under your bed, now noticing the small outline from Wednesday’s chainsaw and you open the little compartment to see another crocheted white bunny of Mr. Tuesday. You nuzzle it and place it on your desk. You love him. You even spent a few minutes grabbing white yarn and attaching it to your tote bag.

You think about what Wednesday said, someone had gotten hurt in your school from being stabbed by a senior that was drunk. Obviously he didn’t mean it. But you had seen how anxious your mom got when she found out the news.

It was 11:23PM, and your mom’s room light was illuminated from the hallway. You get out of bed, ruffle your hair, and approach her room. Your only thought is Wednesday.

Before you could even ask, you already noticed her holding a black card, the logo of Nevermore Academy apparent. It said in bolded letters, 1965 Jericho’s long lasting Nevermore Academy. One for outcasts.

“Mom?” You said, your voice slowly quiet, and she looked up at you, waving you over.

“Hi honey,” she replies, “I’ve been thinking about the accident at your school. And I know you don’t like that place that much. And as much as I feel like I should keep you there. Your safety is important to me.”

Your excitement grows, you want to have that wide smile off your face.

“So?...” You question, wondering if she was saying what you were thinking she meant.

“And you keep bringing Wednesday up. So me and Morticia talked, and I talked with your father. We’re going to send you to Nevermore, but only if you want to. As long as you write to us every end of the week and call us. We want our little wolf to meet ones like her. It’s not often you find ones like us here.”

You nod.

“Yes!”

You didn't even think it would be that easy.

As soon as you get the news you squeal and call Wednesday early in the morning. She responds almost quickly, her voice on the other line, “What brings you to call me this early Y/N?”

“I’m transferring to Nevermore!” You say, you were much more excited but your tired voice betrayed you.

There’s a pause, then a small, “What?”

“I’m coming!”

A laugh and you can almost feel your girlfriend smiling with a toothy grin with her ear pressed to the phone.

“I knew your parents would let you go somehow,” she says, voice more excited, yet anyone else would not notice but you.

You can hear some rustling, “I’m going to ask Weems if you can dorm with me. I can kick Enid out for all I care, yet she isn’t horrible. Just, I’d rather spend it with you if she doesn’t allow a three dorm. Maybe I shouldn’t bring up a three dorm at all.”

“Thing, go back home and ask Father if Lurch can drive Y/N to Nevermore. Actually, include that if he won’t ask, I’ll shave his head off. Also make sure that he sprays two times of her favorite perfume, have her favorite sour candy ready, her headphones, her books, and tell him to pack some melon milk for her too. And her cow stuffie. Make sure he’s playing the playlist she made that’s saved in the car.”

There is a pause, and she makes a small, ‘oh oh’

“Baby,” Wednesday doesn’t call you that much, but when she does you’re over the moon. It usually shows that she’s happy. Really happy, yet her voice is still soft and composed, “I installed a door behind your clothes in your closet, guess we’ll unwrap the 300 presents when we go home. But I got another Mr. Tuesday there, he has some sort of costume on.”

She pauses, you hear a random girl jumping up and down in the background, squealing about something as your girlfriend groans and presses her ear back into her phone, sending Enid an annoyed glare, “Pack your stuff, I’ll be waiting. I might as well cut my ears off if Enid won’t stop blabbing her mouth off.” You can tell that Wednesday turns her head to face her new roommate, she says louder, since Enid couldn’t hear her talking to you, “Better yet, slice her mouth off.” Then Enid’s squeals die down.

You grin through the phone as you grab out another version of Mr. Tuesday with a mushroom hat, you hug him tight.

The doorbell rings and you hear your mom open it, putting Wednesday on speaker phone.

“I’m almost done packing.”

“Y/N, honey. Mrs. Addams requests to see you,” your mother’s voice echoes through the hallway and you glance at the door.

You don’t know how Wednesday can hear it but she does, “I’m taking into conclusion that she received my message. Oh yes, she replied with those stupid icons. Yet it is one of a thorny rose and a gravestone.”

“Coming!” You stuff your bags, “Be right back.”

You almost choke as Morticia brings you into her embrace, hugging her back with an easing gentleness.

“Hello little one,” her soft voice says, the one you find comfort in as much as you do Wednesday’s. She gently rubs your hair, “I informed Lurch for your arrival, he’s outside whenever you’ll be ready dear. I’m so glad you decided to willingly join Nevermore. It has been a place that holds many memories. It’s where I met Gomez and fell in love. Maybe Wednesday and you can find the secrets in it. Go on journeys with her. Dig some graves, set them on fire."

It weird you out, but you smile, nodding, “To spend it with Wednesday is all I need.”

“You’re a special soul, a pure heart I can handle. Now go,” she waves you away, “Don’t keep him waiting for long.”

You give her one last grin and look over your shoulder before turning the corner.

After hanging up on Wednesday when you finish packing all your bags, your mother and father hug you goodbye and give you your favorite cranberry juice. Sweet.

It’s cozy in the Addams car, comfortingly with no talk, just the music Wednesday requested (forced) Lurch to play that lingers in your playlist. You feel like a butler with all the requests Wednesday smothered him with.

An hour passes and you can see the way the clouds slightly come into view, then you see the environment change as a sign that reads, “Welcome to Jericho! A Town of History”

Then, you finally see the academy in view, and Lurch arrives right in front, before taking your bags and guiding you to Principal Weems.

“It is my honor to have you here at Nevermore. This school has history, and where you’ll certainly grow,” her smile is wide, a little too welcoming it gets a little scary.

You just give small mumbles and nods, “Well, Morticia called me this morning and I quickly looked through your demographics. It also isn’t a coincidence that you have straight A’s. A 4.3 GPA. Many extracurriculars, and of course, you’re a werewolf. I see.”

“It is no surprise also that you had gone to the same school as another student who just enrolled, Morticia’s daughter, Wednesday. She sure is.. Different. But nonetheless talented. She had asked me yesterday afternoon if it was possible to have a dorm of three, and I’m assuming that you have been planning to dorm with her for the rest of the semester?”

She reads your mind, you immediately nod your head up and down, “Yes.”

“Well, most of the 3 dorms have been occupied, but her and Enid seem to have a slow relationship. I’ll have her in my office today, but by the end of the night or tomorrow morning I’ll give you my answer.” Weems scribbles on a note, writes some address and a name, “You’ll be rooming with Yoko, sound okay?”

You nod.

“Alright, I’ll call Enid up, for your guide.”

“..Guide?”

She nods, “Of course, we have many classes you can do, and people you can meet. She knows this place well, and I know that she’ll open up your shell.”

As Wednesday watches Enid leave, a soft grin forms on her face as she unties Thing from the random crocheted pink jacket Enid made for him.

Her eyes scan Enid as the door closes, then she turns to him, “I’m expecting Y/N is here. I’ve crocheted a questionable amount of Mr. Tuesdays.” She informs, “I shouldn’t have admitted that,” Wednesday sighs, as she pulls out the drawer next to her to reveal at least 40 assorted sizes of the same bunny. There were some in outfits, wigs. Wednesday almost finds it as therapeutic as her writing time. She crochets them whenever Enid leaves their dorm.

Thing smacks his head, and the braided girl glares at him, “Don’t judge me, I can cut off your fingers any time,” she threatens, seeing the way Thing surrendered with two fingers up in the air.

Then he moves around his fingers and does random hand movements.

“You think I’d follow Enid and try to make conversation with Y/N so much that Enid will get suspicious? You’d really think I’d do that?”

Thing agrees.

“Then, you know me too well, let’s go.”

“Enid, glad you’re- Wednesday? It seems like you’ve tagged along,” Weems adds as she almost seems surprised, looking at her. If anything, the look in her eye is cautious.

“Yes,” Wednesday responds, trying to avoid the way your eyes almost smile as you look at her, but if anyone else were to look at you, they wouldn’t notice. “I’ve decided to accompany Enid, this is much more exciting than some other events at Nevermore,” she adds again, not entirely rude.

You sit in the middle while Wednesday takes the only left seat available, scooches her chair closer. Her hand rubs over yours after meeting under the covers of Weem’s desk. She takes note of how a small smile creeps on your face when Weem talks because of that.

“This is actually so awesome,” the blonde cheers next to you, making you turn your head and turn it, confused.

“We’re both werewolves silly! We should dorm 3 together! Wait, are there even any 3 dorms left?” When the principal shakes her head no, Enid sighs, “Then Wednesday can pair with Yoko. Actually, she barely even talks to Yoko, let alone handle her better than she’ll be able to handle me.”

You blink, glance at Wednesday for a moment and she shakes her head frantically.

“What if I dorm with her?”

The question leaves everyone silent, well everyone is surprised but Wednesday.

“You’d want to room with Wednesday while Enid rooms with Yoko?”

There's a lingering silence as you look around, “Why not? I'd like to get to know her better,” you lie. The most you want to do is get to talk to your girlfriend again.

"Oh. You don't want to, you know, get to know Wednesday before actually having to dorm with her?"

"Nope."

"Well, then that’s settled for your dorm. I’ll have to file Enid for a dorm change. But I’d like to ask if that is okay for both Wednesday and Enid.”

“Yes,” your girlfriend immediately responds, then coughs a little to cover up her excitement that’s masked behind her calm demeanor. “I can take a break from someone that is the complete opposite of me.

“I’d be happy to dorm with Yoko, at least I can have my music playing at night and my glitter-”

“My ears are bleeding Enid, don’t mention that word you just said.”

“Glitter?” Enid questions.

“No.”

You giggle from your girlfriend’s demeanor, squeezing her hand under the desk.

“This is Ophiela Hall! You don’t need to find your people here, you can make plenty of friends in other groups, but you have a group of werewolves! And what makes it even better is that we haven’t wolfed out!” Enid jumps up and down and you watch her legs bounce up and down, up and down. She’s like a whole party.

People give you two small looks, both you and Wednesday can tell they’re almost surprised she tagged along with someone whos new. It makes you smile a little.

Your girlfriend notices them whispering about you. Not anything bad, you seem like the sweetest person out of them all, but they’re whispering about the two of you. Even Bianca gives you a cautious look, but you’re too distracted to know what their saying as Enid keeps talking to you and dragging you along. Wednesday follows like a puppy.

“Enid, hey.” A boy speaks up, and you turn around at the new voice, he’s wearing blue and a beanie. The same tie everyone is wearing.

“Oh hi Ajax, this is Y/N. She’s new and I’m showing her around.”

A glare is thrown at Ajax as your girlfriend exhales. You give a small wave, “Hi.”

“You a werewolf too?”

You nod, seeing the way his hat kind of turns sideways, poking some peeking out snakes back into it. That’s scary.

The bell rings and you look around, confused, Enid grabs the paper you stuck in your bag.

“Oh, hey! Your next class is with Wednesday and I, it’s just plant anatomy with Thornhill. Come on.”

Somehow Wednesday gets Xaiver to move away from her, so now you’re sitting next to her.

“What the hell is this class?”

“Thornhill just talks about plants. The only entertaining aspect of this is that I like seeing Bianca fail to beat me. Though that goes in almost everything.”

The auburn hair girl turns around, with a wide smile and fairly big glasses for the size of her head.

“It’s a pleasure to have a new student, I’m glad to have you in our third period class Y/N.”

You embarrassingly smile, everyone looking at you, some with smiles and some with just small glances.

“Could you give us the formula on how to turn this plant into a…” Thornhill goes on and you look at the plant, it seems it’s a Ghost Orchid.

You answer almost immediately, and Wednesday nudges you with her foot to almost say a ‘yay.’

Bianca stares at you as Thronhill clasps her hands together, “Exactly, you know your plants well. I’m sure you’ll excel here. Today we’ll have a change of assignments. It’ll be a challenge for duos against other duos and whoever answers first, and correctly for that fact, will earn a point till all the questions run out. Sound easy enough? Alright, let me get my cards ready.”

A knowing smirk grows in between you two, “We’ll win in no time,” Wednesday states, you look at the duos. It’s you and her, Enid and Yoko, Bianca and Divina, and other people you have no clue about, including Xaiver.

The game starts and before Thornhill can even get to the end of the question, you and Wednesday slap the bell, giving out the answer.

“Quick hands,” Xavier mumbles.

“That’s correct! Great job girls.”

The game goes on, and you’re tied with Bianca’s team. The silence can be cut with a knife as the two duos anticipately wait for the question. As Thornhill begins to read out the question, it takes you two a while to know the answer. Bianca and Divina seem stuck.

It’s several moments before the learning in your past catches up to you, slamming the bell and saying out the answer.

“Correct once again! You two win, great job! You can grab a succulent or stick to two pieces of candy that’s probably expired at the end of class.”

You and Wednesday high-five and to say the least, everyone is surprised because the braided-hair girl never let’s anyone touch her.

Weeks have past, and you’ve never been happier. Giving ideas for Wednesday’s stories that even she never thought about, helping her crochet more Mr. Tuesdays, so much that she had thing steal a laundry basket from Weem’s office, and even braid her hair and put black ribbons. She’s grateful to have you at Nevermore, her stories have been expanding because of you.

Your always stuck to her side, fencing playfully with her, even willing to go out in the woods with her. But she hasn’t went out since your arrival, knowing that you wouldn’t want to leave her side, and she certainly doesn’t want you getting hurt.

Even you and her worked together designing a matching cat on your black and white pajamas.

It’s fun when you two get to talk about life when you two are in your dorms, even better when you two are on the balcony and watching the stars. Wednesday plays the cello while you sing. She loves that she has someone that she puts her closed-off personality aside for.

“I love it, you look so pretty with bows baby,” you say, tying the ribbon.

“You look pretty with bows or without cara mia.”

“Shut ‘p,” you say, smacking her arm lightly as she wraps her arms around you and rubs your hair.

It’s not long till Weems announce that it’s time for lunch.

Wednesday gets up, signalling you to come with her, but when you don’t, she comes back to sit next to you.

“I’m just looking for my necklace, you can go ahead, it won’t take long, promise.”

She sighs, and nods for a moment, then points at Thing, “Help her.”

Thing waves his hands as she blows a soft air kiss and closes the door.

It’s sprinkling a little bit when Wednesday is outside.

“How does Wednesday act so non-hazardous with Y/N? It’s honestly impressive.”

“That’s not impressive, how the hell does she not smack her or give her glares? Do you not see the way her eyes actually look normal when she looks at her? Not even normal, they’re gentle! Plus she was the first to go run and get a bandaid when Y/N accidentally got a paper cut.”

It’s like they summoned the girl, who’s holding a plate of her lunch.

Enid smiles and Wednesday sits down, looking at everyone.

“Are you seriously speaking about me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“We want to know why the hell you are actually sweet with Y/N.”

“You could’ve used any word besides sweet.”

“Baby-like?”

“Even worse.”

“Don’t dodge the question,” Bianca adds, somehow now being in this conversation, “You killed the biggest spider that was crawling to her, for her.”

“She doesn’t like spiders. Who wouldn’t use not being afraid of spiders to protect someone who is?”

Bianca blinks, then wrinkles her nose, “If it was me you’d certainly let it bite me.”

“Well that’s different.”

Everyone at the table groans, “Exactly!”

“What did I tell you?”

“The only person you’d not let it bite is Y/N, we just want to know why.”

“I’m protecting her because she’s my girlfriend.”

Everyone turns their head to her, “What?”

Enid slams her fists to the table, “I fucking knew it. I knew it! Ajax, you owe me five dollars. I CALLED IT.”

“The Wednesday Addams actually has a girlfriend?”

“Why didn’t we catch on?”

“They’re kinda cute together- don’t even speak or she’ll actually cut your head off if you say cute.”

Everyone is arguing with each other, going crazy. But by the time they cool down and look at where Wednesday was sitting, her seat is empty.

Then everyone looks around and sees her draping her black jacket over your tiny figure, she pulls you closer to her chest as you hold onto her. (Let’s say she’s atleast 4 inches taller than 5’1 in this.) You tug her big jacket over your shoulders as you hug her. She holds onto you and guides you to the table, kissing your forehead and brushing your damp hair.

Even when she comes back, she bends down and takes the butterfly that’s resting on your hair and places it on your hand. “I heard somewhere that if a butterfly lands on you, it means that they see you as a beautiful flower.”

“I never heard that before.”

“I know, I made that up.”

Everyone starts screaming again, making your girlfriend and your heads snap at them.

“Look at them!”

“Aw! So cute!”

“I want to say this is disgusting but they’ll be my roman empire soon enough.”

You turn back to her, seeing her eyes soften, almost happily, "You told them?”

“I didn’t know why they didn’t conclude to that in the beginning.”

Bianca groans, rolling her eyes as everyone is screaming, then Xavier chimes in. "Back to that spider scenario. I definitely think Wednesday would kill it for me."

You glare at him, clinging onto your girlfriend a little more like a koala. She rubs your back as you tighten your arms around her.

"Your sense of self-love is filled with stupidity. I'd kill the spiders that are harmless to you and leave the ones that are most venomous and ugly looking for people like you, have some respect."

Xavier goes quiet, making a defeated grunt.

Everyone does their little, 'awws' again. You turn to her, now that everyone knows about your status.

“At least we can kiss in the hallways?”

“Maybe save that for the dorms.”

“Can we kiss right now?”

Wednesday’s eyebrows lift up, and she sighs, turning you away from the group and giving you a light kiss, as your lips press together, she nudges a small Mr. Tuesday now with inverted colors, a black bunny. They're both holding hearts and have a star over their head.

"Now Mr. Tuesday has a Mr. Wednesday," she says softly, tucking her black jacket tighter around you as you continue hugging her.

"And Miss. Y/L/N has a Miss. Addams."

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latina exchange student reader who is going to stay on the huh family house bc one of their daughters entered the programs like you, that’s when you meet yunjin, you both were getting along very well even teaching her some phrases in spanish, truth is yunjin behind that playful and good girl facade hide a pervert girl who fingered herself at the thought of you at night

one day both of you were alone she went to your room to ask you about some phrases in spanish, some were basic and stuff you already told her until you have her face close to yours and ask you “how can i say i want you to fuck me?” you were in shock and didn’t knew how to react, yunjin acted fast in matter of second you both were naked, she was eating your pussy and asked you to keep talking to her in spanish bc it turned her on, you were starting to get more heated by the pleasure, yunjin KNEW how to please a woman, when you were fingering her, hard, she could’ve squirt at just hearing your dirty talk in your mother tongue, good thing her parents won’t be home anytime soon so you both can go on for a few more hours

cw: cunnilingus, fingering.

yunjin’s parents letting you live at their house during your stay in america because you and yunjin immediately connected during the first day of school; she being super nice and friendly to you, listening carefully when you talk and tell things about yourself to the teacher asking you to introduce yourself to the class, even calling you when you go to your seat because she wants you to sit at the desk next to her because you’re super cool according to her words and she wants to be your friend because she is interested in you and wants to know more about your life. simply put, she wants to fuck you

and yunjin, knowing about your native language, offers you a deal to help you polish your english and become a total expert in the language like her, on the condition that you teach her your own language. at first, she seems a bit idiotic because you don’t understand why she would want to learn spanish, and it would be a total pain to teach her the language because she didn’t even have any basic knowledge to use as a base and you would have to teach her absolutely everything… but knowing that you needed private english lessons because you were somewhat unsure about your pronunciation and speaking in the language, you were forced to accept the opportunity because yunjin is the best speaker of the language you could meet

at one point yunjin asks you if she can please record the “classes” you give her because she would like to be able to study and practice in private during the times when she doesn't see you because you’re away from home due to your classes or because you are simply doing something more common like going out with your friends, accepting without knowing that she spends every night burying her fingers deep inside her pussy with the simple sound of your voice 🥺 She couldn't help it, there was something about you and your way of speaking that made her wet her panties the moment you got serious and started explaining to her, pretending to listen to you when in her mind she was counting the seconds until the three hours in a row where you sit and explain to her end and she can run away to her room to touch herself until she almost faints

during a particular class, yunjin had a “question,” saying that you wanted to know exactly how to say something; you didn’t find it strange, sell, yunjin would ask you stupid questions about how to name and pronounce a word in spanish at least three times an hour

“how can i say ‘i want you to fuck me’?”

it left you speechless! but not too much because after five seconds of silence between the two of you, you threw yourself at yunjin to kiss her, taking her face in your hands and bringing her face closer to yours as she brought her hands to your hips to guide you onto her lap

mind foggy enough that you had to overthink how to get the words out because yunjin’ss tongue in your pussy was making you see stars and your head was spinning too much to remember how to speak english properly 😵‍💫 yunjin knowing that you were having a hard time trying to use your brain cells and remember how to communicate properly with her, but she would say, “you can speak spanish if you need to. it doesn’t bother me, on the contrary, i think it’s hot.” and she would plant a kiss on your clit that makes you squeal immediately

yunjin whimpering and using all her strength not to cum while you’re fingering her the way she likes it and simultaneously talking dirty to her as if she were a dirty whore… tell her things like “puta de mierda” were more than enough to make her wetter and seem more sensitive because she was enjoying being treated roughly and be called out for her behavior

and from there all the study sessions turn into the two of you fucking and degrading each other in every way possible, the ideal ☺️

#yunjin #yunjin x fem reader #yunjin x reader #yunjin smut #huh yunjin #huh yunjin x fem reader #huh yunjin x reader #huh yunjin smut #lesserafim #lesserafim x fem reader #lesserafim x reader #lesserafim smut #le sserafim #le sserafim x fem reader #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim smut

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imjustdreamingig · 4 months ago

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Jesus, what's a girl to do?

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Robin meddles, Steve is clueless, and you're freaking out. So a regular day.

A/N: i genuinely have no idea where this came from, i legit posted the first part like 2 years ago. but I guess I want to start actually writing more? idk! we shall see. anyways, this fic stems from my (occasional) exhaustion to shy!reader and i'm basing this more on how horrifically i acted around the guys i would like even tho i consider myself an extrovert. enjoy whatever this is??? and lmk if u want a part 3! also this is not proof read so bear w me

warnings: sfw, swearing, uhhh i think that's it???

You were screwed. Absolutely, terribly, fucking screwed.

You were also very angry at your mother, giving her a glare every time she glanced your way at the dinner table. She merely gave you a wink in return, not understanding the true implications of her actions.

"So, Steve," your mom began as she cut a bit of the chicken on her plate, "you play basketball, right? Is that something you want to keep doing in university?" This time, you openly stared at your mom, trying to telepathically convey that you would literally kill her if she kept talking. You haven't made up your mind if you're joking or not.

Steve cleared his throat, "Yeah, I do, I'd say I'm pretty good at it, too. Wherever I end up going, I'll probably join their team for fun." He turned to you after taking a bite of his meal, smirking. "You like basketball too, right?"

You choked on your water, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. You looked at Steve properly for practically the first time that night, but your voice never wavered. "No, not really, why?"

He turned back to his food, amusement gracing his voice. "Well, I see you and Robin sitting together at every game, even the away ones, so I just assumed." If your face could sport a visible blush, you knew it would be a bright red, hot, mess.

"Well, I- I get dragged by Robin because she doesn't like sitting alone or going to random schools by herself like, half an hour away. Do you even watch the news? Girls by themselves are basically the perfect bait for random kidnappings and stuff, especially girls in high school, like I mean the statistics for-"

"Y/N" You're rambling is halted by your mother's voice. Steve is looking at you in bemusement. You are contemplating death. The situation is not looking good.

"Could you grab me some water from the kitchen, with ice," your mother said with a strained smile, holding out her glass. You grab it and push your chair out. "Sure, yeah," you replied. As you made your way to the kitchen, your mind replays the last hour of the events that have transpired, wondering what you could've possibly done in your past life to deserve this.

How could your own mother, the woman who birthed you, ask the hottest guy in your grade if he wanted to stay for dinner and not consult you first, all whilst knowing you had the most ridiculous crush on the guy.

Betrayed by the ones closest to you. This is probably how Julius Caesar felt.

After overcoming your initial shock, and lets face it, mortification of being paired up with Steve for your English project, you attempted to the best of your abilities to push down your feelings and remain professional in order to actually work on the project and make sure you got an A. Your grades would not suffer over a stupid crush on a stupid boy, that's where you drew the line. Unfortunately, this plan was not working out so well.

It was actually failing, horrifically at that.

It had been about a month since the semester started and the project had been assigned—a complex analysis of a classic book of your choice and how that particular novel has inspired the creation of others and advanced its genre. You had to write a collaborative essay to hand in to your teacher, as well as create an interactive presentation for your classmates explaining your chosen novel.

This was all due at the end of the semester and you'd be given no in class time to work on it since you had an ample amount time to work on it outside of school. It would also replace the need for a final exam, which was great news. When your teacher had explained the project, you were ecstatic, knowing exactly what book you wanted to do: Pride and Prejudice.

Then, you remembered who you had to do the project with, this huge, daunting, complex, project, where you would need to interact with your partner in close proximity for an extended period of time. You felt faint.

Steve, in his defence, had tried to approach you on multiple occasions to try and figure out when you two should meet to try and start the project. But, obviously, whenever you saw so much as a glimpse of him in the hallway, you would make yourself scarce.

The only time he would actually be able to talk to you was in your shared English class. Robin was beginning to go crazy at your increasingly outlandish excuses as to why you couldn't meet up with Steve after school in order to work on your project.

"Oh sorry, my mom needs my help on some stuff tonight."

"I have to take my brother to soccer practice."

"I can't today, I have an eye doctor appointment."

"My dog actually needs to go to the vet, she's sick, sorry."

"My family and I are going on a road trip this weekend, so I'm not free."

"My sister broke her leg uh— skiing, and she needs help writing stuff for school."

"Funny story, Robin has a crazy ex thats trying to get her to meet up with him again, and I have to help her slash their tires and like, do girl stuff, it's personal, so I'm not free, maybe next week though?"

That last excuse is what caused Robin to snap. She knew that Steve knew that you were making shit up, Robin has never even been in a relationship, let alone have an ex. Also, you didn't even have a sister, what gives!

You also had no clue exactly how close the pair had gotten due to working together at the video store and that she'd told Steve she was into girls. Therefore, like the great best friend she was, Robin decided it was time she intervened, for everyones sake really, but mostly yours.

"God," you sighed, "I never thought I would be so into arms, like not the huge, bulging one, you know? All veiny and red, that just scares me, hello, his are just ones that are like slightly defined, but have a very obvious outline of muscle, like I can tell he's strong, and fuck, his biceps, is it bad that I want to like, bite them? Because every time I look and him and he's fixing his hair I just keep getting this urge to—wait where are you going? Robin? Ok, OK! I'll stop, I promise! Come back!"

If Robin had to hear another anecdote about how you wanted to bite his arms, she was going to puke.

Your continuous blabbering about how good Steve's hair looked or how good those jeans looked on him and your inability to have one proper conversation with him or stay in the same room as him for longer than two minutes was making her go insane. She couldn't take it anymore.

So, Robin devised a plan, which one day she was sure you would thank her for—hopefully.

First, she inconspicuously made sure that you had nothing planned for Thursday night, already knowing you were free but wanting to double check that no random stuff had come up.

Then, she called your mom, who absolutely adored Robin. She told her about your situation and how if she did nothing, your infatuation for Steve was literally going to give her an aneurysm. Robin would tell you that she wanted to hang out Thursday night so you would get ready, but instead of her showing up, it would be Steve.

Not surprisingly, your mom agreed to Robin's crazy plan. She thought it was about time you got a boyfriend. You had already talked about Steve so much to her anyways, but any time she would tell you to just try talking to the guy, you vehemently refused.

"Mom, are you insane, I'm not going to do that," you scoffed as if literally just having a conversation with another person was the most insane idea in the world.

"Mija, how else are you supposed to get to know people if you can't speak to them? Besides, you never seem to have a problem talking back to me whenever we have an argument," you mom shrugged as she continued folding the laundry you were helping her with.

"Oh come on," you sighed exasperatedly, "that's not the same thing and you know it."

"I'm just saying, by the looks of it, I don't think I'll be a grandmother."

"Mom, what, hello!?"

Getting Steve to show up at your house was easier than Robin thought. She conveniently told him right before the beginning of their shift on Thursday that you'd told Robin that they should all get together at your house to finally get started on the project. Robin smiled a bit wider than necessary when Steve enthusiastic agreed to go.

When Robin gave Steve your address and told him that she would be over a little later because she left some stuff at her house, that no, she didn't need a ride and that no, she was fine walking, Steve was none the wiser to her actual plan.

As Robin saw Steve pull out of her driveway and making his way to your house, she gave herself a mental pat on the back and started thinking about what movie she should watch after dinner, knowing that the school day tomorrow would be very entertaining.

When Steve rang your doorbell, he was still clueless about the real intentions of Robin's plan, but when you opened the door and he saw your eyes go wide and your mouth drop slightly open, almost as if you weren't expecting to see him, something clicked in his head.

This was going to be fun.

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guppybibi · 4 months ago

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part 2 to the johnny fic!

notes: this was pretty rushed,,,so it is fast paced..if u guys dont like this one i could always rewrite it! :3

taglist: @ennovi-9 @vvenus-child @msilwrites @tessakate @beatriceshadowmarvel2 @montenegroisr (for some reason i cant tag the others??) i'll try to do so in the comments

Grief was never an easy thing to heal from to begin with, so Simon has kept a close eye on you ever since. You refused to believe him at first, trying to pull out some sort of proof that you were with Johnny this past year but to your own shock, there was none. Not a singular one.

Luckily, Simon had a xerox copy of Johnny’s death certificate. The original copy was with you but it seems that it was burned to ashes based on the reaction you gave when Simon dangled it over your face.

But you really weren’t believing him, shielded in the denial you were holding tightly close to you. “Where’s the urn with half of his ashes then, eh?” Simon throws the question at you, his words unintentionally harsher than expected.

But he really doesn't get what you've been trying to convince him to believe, don't you remember spreading Soap’s ashes? He expected you to at least remember that part.

“The…what?” That was all you could manage to say right now, your voice failing you now of all times. “The urn with his ashes.” He repeats, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he intently watches your expression.

Simon starts to wonder how hard of a psychosis you went through, or if you ever took drugs after Johnny’s death. That would explain the hallucinations as well, there's no shame in it either. It's not unusual for someone to turn to substances during mourning, it's a common coping mechanism.

All Simon wants to focus on is you, for you to get better. Fuck Johnny for leaving you alone like this, the pitiful sight almost made Simon's face be a constant scowl.

Okay..maybe he was exaggerating but he’ll definitely throw a middle finger up to the sky later. Simon knows it'll probably make Johnny laugh his ass off…or worry. It really depends if he knew your current situation.

Either way, none of that stuff matters much. You have no choice but to be in Simon’s care.

He’s not quite sure what to do when you start crying into his chest the moment you two stepped into your house, no longer a home. He remains still, lightly patting you on the back as he guides you to the couch.

He’ll be here for a while, won't he?

~~~

It's been weeks since you've known about Johnny’s death, but the only thing Simon could notice was the lack of improvement.

You were rotting in bed, relying on Simon completely for you to do basic tasks. You spent most of the time crying and sleeping, an endless cycle that even made Simon feel like he was going crazy.

“C’mon, eat up, luv. I made you some soup. We're runnin’ out of groceries as well, wanna tag along later?” He offers, holding up the spoon full of soup to your mouth. Expectedly, with a disinterested look, you turn your back on him.

He sighs, putting the bowl aside. “Alright, I won't make you go but the offer is still up.” He says, pausing when he hears footsteps get closer and closer to the door.

It's…weirdly familiar. Simon could recognize people based off of their footsteps alone, but he simply couldn't place his finger on this one. As it got nearer, you seemed to notice it as well..

The two of you make questioning looks at each other. “Stay there, I’ll go check it out.” Simon stood up, making his way to the door until a certain someone pops out.

“Bonnie? Ye there? Git us some groceries.”

…Another shared look between you and Simon.

“Oh good, there yer are, lass. Simon? You're here too? Glad there's another set of hands then.”

Simon’s gaze moved to you, seeing your eyes water up with tears. But that wasn't what caught his attention, it was the hole through this…Johnny’s head.

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sdmnpact · 2 months ago

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Hello I don’t know if you’re takeing requests right now but I was wondering if you can write a George Clarke doc x reader where it’s based off the song toxic by Britney Spears thank you

Toxic.

George Clarke x Reader ff, suggestive

♪ Now Playing: Toxic by Britney Spears ♪

[] George is a player who sleeps around with girls. You are the naive girl who fell in love with the player. You know how he is but you just want him so badly, you don't care. He's toxic but yet so addictive.

[] au because its George Clarke.

[] Warning: over the pants stuff

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride You're toxic, I'm slippin' under With a taste of a poison paradise I'm addicted to you Don't you know that you're toxic? And I love what you do Don't you know that you're toxic?

~~~

"Three shots of vodka please!" Stacy told the bar tender as they nodded putting three shots in from of us.

I was at the club with my best friends Stacy and Margaret, and we had planned on getting very pissed. Stacy wanted to celebrate her promotion at work with a little girls night. She really wanted us to go all out. Her boyfriend said he would pick us up later so we were set to drink like it was nothing.

"Cheers." She said as the three of us rose the shot glasses in the air and downed it. The strong alcohol hitting the back of my throat causing a burning sensation.

"Okay, lets dance!" Stacy said walking towards the dance floor pulling on our arms. We made our way, the rhythm taking control of my body as I began swaying to the music.

>>>

After an hour, we were pretty buzzed and having such an amazing time. That was until I saw him. George Clarke.

The man that was suppose to be a simple fling. Just a one time thing, no big deal. Well, I kept going back like an idiot. Every time I would see him or get needy, he was the one I called. It's really stupid because, I know he sleeps around, he has a new girl basically every week. But, I literally can't get him out of my head. He's irresistible, he makes me feel so special. He treats me like a queen and I've never been able to find someone else like that. That's probably how he pulls so many girls.

I was deep in my thoughts, swaying to the music and I guess I kept staring at him because his eyes met mine. Piercing blue orbs staring into mine as he made his way towards me. I shouldn't do this, but I want to so badly. It would be a mistake to do anything with him again.

"Hey lovely." That familiar sweet voice spoke above the music. "Hey, how've you been?" I responded back hoping he came just to say hello. He leaned closer into my ear. "Not as good since I've last been with you." His voice spoke as softly as it could over the music. I trembled slightly at his words. "I can't." I said looking over towards Stacy and Mar.

"Oh come on darling, just a taste is all. It won't kill you." His words made my brain fog and the next thing I knew, I was being led towards his car. It's not like I was blackout drunk or anything either. I knew what I was doing and I still couldn't resist. '-just a taste', I need him so bad.

We got inside his car and I felt myself immediately latch onto him like he was the fix I needed after days without it. I placed my lips on his soft, plump ones. The ones I craved so badly, the ones that made my legs go weak, the ones that made me lose all of my common sense.

He pulled me on top of him so I was straddling him as we kissed roughly, both desperate for more of each other. His hands were on my lower back, slowly making their way underneath my shirt. I gasped at the cold sensation of his hands as they made contact with my skin. He used this opportunity to slip his tongue in my mouth trying to explore more of me.

My hands moved to the back of his neck, bringing him closer to me, our bodies molding together as our kiss became more intense. I felt the growing tent in his pants beneath me, letting me know he wanted more. I slowly started grinding against him.

He grunted against the kiss struggling to keep dominance allowing me to take over. I increased my pace as his grunts turned into loud moans.

His hands pierced into my hips as he wanted to be inside me desperately. I kept grinding against him, his head tilting back as I could tell he was about close.

My hips bucked as I feel warmth beneath me. "Fuck, Y/n, you always know just what I need." He laugh breathing heavily. "Im gonna have to go home now and clean up this mess... unless you wanna clean it?" He said as I crawled off him, sitting next to him.

Now, I know I shouldn't go with him but I can't help myself. "Sure." I said as he leaned in to kiss my lips.

"Let's go then baby."

#george clarke #george clarkey #george clarkey x reader #george clarke x reader #george clarke imagine #british youtubers #sidemen #fanfic

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mary-saccharine · 4 months ago

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【Mortal Kombat FC + yumeship】 | PART 2

🪷Blood Lagoon🩸

↓ More info here below. ♡

— The ship between Baraka and Pearl is called "Blood Lagoon" (chosed by my mutuals and followers on Twitter and Instagram) ✨️🩸💕 This in reference to "The Creature from the Black Lagoon" where Pearl and her species are partially based of. ☝️

— In Mortal Kombat 1 (I suggest visiting the PART 1 for more context): After running away from the palace, and then staying in Syzoth's home, Pearl heard about the tarkatan colony and decided, guided by her curiosity at first, to visit discretly, seeing the deplorable state everyone was in, she decided to start singing around with her siren chant, causing an affect of relief of the pain symptoms. Baraka had to see where did that mysterious sound came from, it was suspicious, and he found a pink fish-like lady singing outside the nearest lake, who hid immediately under the water after noticing him...but thanks to gentle insistence and some patience, she came out of the water, ensuring that she was no threat.

— After that, they became friends. Pearl was touched with Baraka's backstory, and decided to dedicate her life to bright his and his people's life. She, after all, not only was immune to any illness and wound, she also had a natural charm that made people around comfortable, and had the fore-mentioned ability to relief pain with her singing. Not to mention that she would often take care of the younger ones, and also knew how to treat wounds and other basic medical knowledge.

— She started to fall for him, the feeling each time stronger ever since they met, but she doesn't wanna pressure him, even though her feelings could be reciprocated, and, perhaps they already are. 🩷

— I like to think them as "I'LL PROTECT YOU" and "NO, I'LL PROTECT YOU!!" type djzkzk💕

— In other timelines, the naiadians weren't created in Earthrealm but instead were Outworld's natives: amphibian/fish ladies with ethereal beauty.

—Although during the first games, Pearl was just a background character, a pink dead body, usually. Later, she would appear with her axolotl characterisctics and fast-healing abilities in Deadly Alliance, when her species was properly introduced as well. It's told that they were once free ones, but now they have to hide, for they are treated like exotic possessions rather than persons, they would often be "silenced" because of how dangerous their voices were considered, and then sold to the higher classes as courtesans.

— In the next games she's described as "Mileena's pet", but also considered as a warrior for she was known as "The naiadian that can't be silenced" due her regenerational abilities. She had to fight next to Baraka in multiple ocassions, which made them very close until his death. Later in MK11 they would reunite and refer to each other in very affectionate ways.

— As for her human form in MK1, it doesn't exists, Pearl is what she is, but she can disguise as a human with the right artifacts.

— Also the comic is based on an Ed Edd n Eddy scene, more specifically, the part of the Hanky Panky Hullabalo. ✨️☝️ Just changed a few stuff KZKZKZK, YEAH, HE CALLS HER TADPOLE AND SHE CALLS HIM PORCUPINE, MIND YOUR BUSINESS—

Also, sorry for keep using the term "yumeship" even tho it's just oc x canon, it's just easier that way and oc x canon should be called fc x canon as well, lol

#btw thanks for the support in the last post ily!!#oc #artists on tumblr #oc x canon #mortal kombat #original character #art #mk1 #mortal kombat oc #mortal kombat 1 #baraka #baraka x oc #mk11 #yumeship #yumeshipping #fc #fan character

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worstgenerationloser · 5 months ago

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Do you do headcanons for like a day/party in the red force? Like being shansk girlfriend in the crew. I believe they will surely play games like "truth or dare" or "drink if you did this"

,, Are those my clothes?! ''

Shanks x Fem! Reader.

summary... a collection of headcanons involving life in the red-haired pirates, but you just so happen to be your captains lover. (super score!!)

warnings... shanks is a perv, non-sexual nudity, anddd dirty jokes (the usual). Andddd this writer has no clue what the inside of the Red Force looks like so... (southern beck save me)

A/N... not proofread at all WAAGGH I'm sorry for how lazy this is!

Shanks and his crew are normally more laidback from what I remember from their few appearances in the anime and manga, although that doesn't mean they're lazy completely. Most nights after Shanks helps a small town or island, a celebration ensues, and you definitely can't count out the liquor and drinking contests either!

I feel like dating your captain on the crew, however, makes things feel somewhat different, instead of a good friend, somehow the crew portrays you as a little sibling that they just have to annoy.

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･༄

Rising up slowly out of bed, tangled in your captains arm and legs, it takes you a while to wake up with the morning air smelling of salty sea water, a light and maybe eerie mist engulfing the ship. The sun was barely making its debut to the crew, but normally you and Shanks woke eachother up.

"Shanks."

You lightly shove his shoulder.

"Shanks."

With a sigh, you press your finger into his cheek and pinch the side of his mouth.

"Shanks—"

Exhaling all the air in your lungs, you sharply inhale through your nose, clearing your throat. It was the same routine every morning, you could never wake him up. But, he was an emperor now, and you weren't in the east blue anymore, so you had zero clue why and how he was still comfortable enough to sleep in every chance he got... But, he had a very reliable crew, so there was no use fretting over it, really.

"Wake your lazy asses up! It's breakfast time!"

No questions asked, Shanks shot up quickly gasping for air, head turning around towards the door. He barely even looked at you, not that he meant it in a harmful way. Yikes, was he the reason why Luffy ended up that way? He was basically the kids idol...

"If we're having pancakes..."

An amused hum slipped past your lips, you already knew the answer to that.

"We got pancakes and French toast!"

Without another word, he jumped out of bed, clumsily falling against the floor, scrambling to get back up. He looked down, realizing he wasn't dressed, before looking at you with a pleading look in his eyes. Any longer and he would have started pouting, you're sure.

"I'm not helping you get dressed, you're a grown man."

"Why not? You helped me get undressed last night." He whined, moving over to the bed again, slumping his body over yours. His hand gently moved to the base of your neck, his warm lips wet with his saliva pressed sloppy kisses behind your ear. Of course, his signature move whenever he's asking for something.

"Fine. But you owe me."

"Aye, aye, sir!" He giggled.

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･༄

When they aren't busy liberating people, and simply heading to one island after the next, the red-haired pirates are often bored. So, in order to rid themselves of such a horrid feeling, they tend to do stupid things for an adrenaline rush, though they normally end up hurt or accidentally losing stuff.

One person will get the idea, and eventually it circulates to everybody else, sometimes even the ships serious doctor, Hongo, will end up indulging in a little fun with a few pushes.

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･༄

"Where— Where are your shirts?" You questioned them, feeling a little embarrassed just looking at them. They didn't seem to care, since half of the crew dressed like sluts with their chests out, but a few younger members looked self conscious.

"Well... We wanted to see if we could make a flag out of all of our shirts... But it accidentally flew away once we sewed them together..."

Picking up your jaw, you clenched your fists, furrowing your brows as you looked over all of them, some of them holding a shameful look, others not caring much. "Don't any of you have other shirts?" You heard footsteps approaching, heavy ones, so they were probably Beck.

"Where the hell are all y'all's shirts?" Beck sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. Some of them chuckled, others shrunk into themselves, and the rest were silently observing.

"They said they flew away." You replied with a shrug, not bothering to pass on the rest of the explanation.

"Hah! Oh, that's hilarious!" Shanks yelled across deck, bellowing out laughter, causing everybody else to laugh, too.

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･༄

I feel as if when you have such a variety of crew, as Shanks does, personalities clash and rivalries start unintentionally sometimes over the smallest things. You could probably expect somebody calling you over to settle something every once in a while, like who is more efficient in cleaning, and who might be taller, trivial things like that.

Most of the crew I think would hold small "competitions" and "tournaments" , I thought of that one challenge where people stuff bombones in their mouth, and I also thought they would like to try that kind of challenge.

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･༄

It was nearing dinner time, and the majority wanted to go out to eat in the rather large town you managed to dock at, riding out a storm previously. The doors of the restaurant swung open as you walked in, the bustling restaurant immediately feeling like home to you.

"Y/N! Can you help us over here? Hongo gave us a huge side eye when we asked for help. You see, Limejuice here—"

"Why is he turning blue?" Panning over to a nearly asphyxiated Limejuice, you wondered one thing. How does a pirate this strong nearly die from choking? Why was he even choking? He wasn't stupid, that was for sure... okay, well, maybe he was a little stupid, but all men are a little stupid. You managed to dislodge the piece of food stuck in his throat, but it was odd, still.

"Ahem! Well, you see, we all bet 100 berri.... To see who could fit the most of their food in their mouth without swallowing it." Although his voice was a little hoarse, you managed to make out Limejuice's sentence. How do these idiots survive, you wondered.

"Who won? If it wasn't you, I'll make you walk the plank."

"... I lost."

A resounding BANG! Echoed throughout the restaurant, the metal tray hitting the blond-haired idiot heavier than you had planned. Oh, well!

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･༄

Okay, okay, moving onto being together with your captain while on the crew. Expect occasional teasing, like little kids, your crew will sing little rhymes and gasp and giggle every time you and Shanks do as much as look at eachother.

Considering Shanks is on demon time when he's with you, practically jumping ontop of you when he kisses you, his arm hooked around your waist holding you in place, you're gonna stay there until a few childish giggled and overly dramatic groans resound across deck.

Truth or Dare is a staple on The Red Force. Snorting flour, downing a mixture of egg and sardines mixed with Lucky Roux's signature hot sauce, the whole works. Normally they're fun, but not so much when they involve you specifically in their dares, and it normally ends up with you hiding away in the crows nest as to not be bothered.

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･༄

"Truth... or Dare? Pick your poison."

Once again, the childish sign was up on deck. It was a cool day, and many were gathered to participate in todays game, but you simply turned a blind eye, knowing you would get dragged in somehow, and it would be best to try and ignore it.

Somehow, you forgot about that predicament, what with all of Shanks' endless griping and whining, complaining about the most mundane of things no matter what, it was ticking you off. The two of you argued, as normal couples did, and somehow some of the senior officers got involved, Beckmann and Yasopp pretending they didn't hear, but Roux seemed a little more involved in your drama. What were you arguing about? You had zero clue about that by now.

You were so ticked off, you didn't notice the few troublemakers present on deck asking Roux to complete a dare. It was late, and you needed a shower, and so you headed to the bathroom, taking a nice, long, much needed shower, the warm water seeping into your skin. After getting dressed, you decided to head to you and Shanks' room, but you felt the smile from your face drop when you heard giggles and the familiar tearing of meat.

It sounded like Roux, Shanks, and a few other people. Stepping back, pressing your back against the wall, you took a deep breath, before heading back towards your bedroom door.

You were greeted by a less than pleasant sight. Actually, you think it made you sick.

There was so much fat spilling out of that dress, you couldn't tell which part of his body it was, and you weren't sure that you wanted to know, anyways. On your bed, there he sat, like some bikini model, all dolled up and even wearing a wig, the leg of meat still kept in his hand by his firm grip, which made it all even funnier. But, alas, you simply couldn't give them the satisfaction of laughing at them, because then they just wouldn't stop! It was all the more terrible, because your lover was just sitting there gasping for air while he kept laughing.

"Oh ho ho... Why hello there, my sweet Y/N... Care to... Join me in bed? I'm not wearing anything underneath." His hand rubbed his stomach, making everybody bellow out in laughter

Jaw dropping to the floor, eyes bulging out of your head, you turned on your heel, and immediately bee-lined for the door.

"That dress does NOT fit you!"

You yelled out, holding your hand over your mouth as you tried not to satisfy them with your laughter.

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･༄

END.

#shanks x reader #akagami no shanks x reader #red haired pirates #red haired shanks x reader #benn beckman

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ladyloveandjustice · 9 months ago

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A Ranking of the '4 Days of Ohtori: Someday My Revolution Will Come' Revolutionary Girl Utena Game Endings

I was commissioned to do a post ranking the endings of the Revolutionary Girl Utena dating sim based on quality and enjoyment! I did a liveblog for it for it a while ago, see here. If you know nothing about the game, I think you should read it and then come back to this post. It's a fun liveblog!

I was also asked to talk about if any of the endings work out well for the main character (who I call Purple Pigtails).

Basically all of the endings aren't ideal for Perfect Pigtails. Her dad is sick enough she has to leave Ohtori to help him iirc, she doesn't ever get to reconcile with Chigusa even though she badly wanted to (it's implied she had a crush on her despite everything, but she had to basically kill her). She also knows her dad's a piece of shit now, and that both her parents lied to her. I doubt she'll ever trust them again. She may even hate her Dad now. Her family was a lie, and that's very sad. On top of that, several of the endings imply she may come back to Ohtori which is honestly not a good thing for her!!! So none of them really work out for her, but I'm going to talk about which ones work out for her the least and the most as I rank the endings.

My favorite endings of the Utena video game, from best to worst:

Juri Ending

So, after much deliberation my favorite ending is the Juri one. The fact that her response to Purple Pigtails falling in love with her is "sorry, can't just enter a healthy lesbian relationship because I am super committed to this toxic one. You know that girl I painfully pine over while starting at her in my locket? That locket I wish I could throw away? Well I'm giving you your own pining locket to torment you with MY picture. We can be sad lesbians together."

It's just so Juri. Has to spread her unhealthy behavior everywhere. I don't think she knows any other way to deal with this stuff except to put it in a locket, keep it a secret and stare at it longingly. So she assumes Purple Pigtails needs that too. It's just...incredibly funny but also incredibly sad.

Does this ending work out for Purple Pigtails? Not really, no, she has to leave her crush behind and mirror Juri's unhealthy behavior. As long as she has that locket she can never move on or find a girlfriend. I will say she's better off than Juri though, because at least her crush doesn't try to actively torment her every chance she gets. I also think she's more likely to eventually put away the locket than Juri. She only knew Juri four days and isn't quite as fucked up as her. But then again, I could see her go on a similar quest to find Juri someday, like Utena did for her prince...but I don't think Juri will ever be in the position to be what she needs, even if she's healed and moved on. Because no real princes exist.

Then again, the fact Purple Pigtails was able to leave Ohtori at all means she was able to grow up and move on herself. She's accepted that her childhood was never what she thought it was...so maybe such a quest is unlikely. Maybe she will move on pretty quickly. Or maybe being obsessed with Juri means she will be welcomed back to Ohtori soon...

Anthy ending

My second favorite ending is the Anthy ending. The only reason it's lower than the Juri ending is that the washing each other's back scene is a little uncomfortable to watch, knowing Purple Pigtails has no trouble coercing sexual favors from Anthy. Whether this is all part of Anthy's plan or not, she is likely not enjoying this...and yet it's framed fairly comedically, which feels weird.

But otherwise? God it's perfect, so wonderfully absurd, so wonderfully Anthy. Her plan here is so elaborate and there are so many layers. There's also the question of why the hell she even did all this, which is so intriguing.

The way she's so direct with Purple Pigtails, her resentment and cynicism coming out, is great. Purple Pigtails is pretending she wants her, but she only wants power.

She also actively sabotages Utena in the fight in order get with Purple Pigtails. Why?

But after that, she also sabotages Purple Pigtails, deliberately keeping her up all night with uh. possibly sex, (again, uncomfy) to ensure she'll be too tired to concentrate the next day. But she does this so PP will lose to Utena even though Utena doesn't have a sword anymore.

Anthy played PP so thoroughly, but again, why? My theory when I first played this was Anthy was feeling guilty about her inevitable betrayal of Utena and was trying to get with Purple Pigtails, only to immediately realize there's no way PP could become a prince so she goes back to Utena.

But there are a lot of options. Maybe Anthy and/or Akio needed PP to be taken out. She was upsetting their plans somehow, so she needed to be defeated so humiliatingly she'd never try to get with Anthy again. It could explain why PP eventually left in the other endings, maybe she actually hadn't moved on, maybe Akio felt she was too much of a risk (possibly by how things got so complicated with Chigusa, too much of a distraction for the duelists) and kicked her out.

Or maybe this was all to test to find out where she was a prince candidate, and she was found wanting...considering you have to order rose tea as a prerequisite, this one's very possible.

It's all so fascinating. Maybe I should have put it as favorite...ok, let's say it's this and Juri tied.

Obviously this doesn't work out at all from Purple Pigtails Perspective. She becomes a supervillain, she's humiliatingly defeated, and she very well may be stuck at Ohtori for a long time...and fact she doesn't appear in the anime implies she's no longer friends with any of them. Maybe Akio made everyone forget about her. Maybe she was so bitter she rejected them all.

Utena's ending (Romantic Version)

(As a PS... it's very obvious the girls aren't allowed to kiss on the lips in this game, likely because of outside pressure, both Saionji and Miki get lips, while Utena and Juri do the princely forehead kiss (but you could also argue it's because they are the most "princely characters...and imitating the prince kiss is 100% in character for Utena. Also kissing a girl on the lips at this point in the story would pretty much short circuit Utena. Send her into such a lesbian crisis her heart might give out)

This ending is so sweet on the outside, but then you peel a layer back and see how fucked up it is. Utena very deliberately imitates her "prince" here, and that will someday horrify her, that she imitated Akio and got another girl obsessed with princes. And obviously that's very bad for PP too, since the thesis of Utena is the chivalrous prince who will save you is a lie.

Utena's words imply they will meet again and there's not a lot of outcomes that are good for that. One outcome is that PP goes back to Ohtori to find Utena, only to find she's already gone. But then Akio has a replacement Utena, right there. I'm not sure that would even matter, with Anthy gone, there's no way he can like, use her for anything...but he might take his anger at Utena and Anthy out on her. The better option is PP finds Utena in the real world, and sees that she and Anthy are officially girlfriends and have become healthier people. That might be good for her, actually--I'm sure Utena would encourage her to move on, find her own identity, and Utena would still want to be friends. Or she could ignore Utena andsink into bitterness and jealousy.

One of the most screwed up things about this ending is that PP basically loses her individuality and has become a copy of another person. It's not great for her that she's so wrapped up in Utena that it's her identity now. It's very sad just like it was with Anthy in the manga.

So no, I don't think this ending goes well for Purple Pigtails at all. She loses who she is, becomes obsessed with something that's just a false patriarchal idol, and that makes her vulnerable to Ohtori. Her only hope is finding Utena in the real world, and Utena making up for her past mistake.

Miki's ending

It was such a chore to get to this ending, but it's worth it for how funny it is. Purple Pigtails immediately deciding she actually wasn't in love with Miki after all (hint it's because she's a lesbian hint) and just. blowing him off, pretending she has a boyfriend back home. Legendary of her, and honestly Miki kind of deserves it. From his perspective it must feel like she really played with his feelings, though.

Because it doesn't exist, Miki!!! It was never real!!!!

She does say she "likes younger boys" after this, but that's just what she's telling herself. Someday she'll realize. Hopefully.

I think its interesting that Miki is the only one in this game who explicitly actually has feelings for her. He is able to move on from his sister (sort of. I mean at the very least iirc he never compares PP to Kozue that I can remember. Which is HUGE for him), but none of the rest can move on past their obsessions.

I actually think this works out pretty well for PP. She's not too attached to Miki, so she's unlikely to go back to Ohtori, and it doesn't break her heart to leave him, she's still herself, and I think she'll be able to move on.

Touga Ending (italicized since I haven't seen the whole route)

I haven't fully watched this route, so I don't know what it takes to get there. If I did it might affect my opinion, so take it with a grain of salt. But while this ending is so mean and horrible, it is also so darkly funny. Touga distilled. He's such a asshole that it is impossible to get any thing positive from your ending with him even in a dating sim, and that's amazing. You think you've won but you lost. You lost the second you decided to date Touga.

Basically, Touga promises he will write PP every single day, and he will come visit her too, and she's ecstatic.

And then he goes and burns her address, calling her stupid, because of course he fucking does. Thus PP is totally ghosted, left despairing and wondering why.

It is also very interesting he's the only love interest she does NOT get a kiss from, unexpected since Touga has not problem kissing girls he does not give a shit about. Either he just, genuinely hates her guts THAT much or he's ---

ahhh shit. I just looked it up. You can have PP have sex with him. In fact you have to actively avoid it if you don't want to. So that's why he doesn't need a kiss. Her already got what he wanted. That actually makes this ending so much more heartbreaking, a lot of girls place a lot of importance on their first time, and PP was treated so cruelly with hers. This goddamn prick.

It is horrible, but it is exactly what I'd expect Touga to do (esp since this is set so early in the story) and I think it's incredible the game was so true to his character that you just get a straightforward unhappy ending when you date him. The others at least APPEAR a little happy, though they're quite sad when you think about them for long, but the game makes no pretenses with Touga. It just goes "no, you got nothing good out of this relationship, this man is trash, he played you like he does everyone"

Obviously this is pretty sad for Purple Pigtails, who gets manipulated and ghosted, and, depending on your choices, gets to have the lovely experience of a horrible older boy manipulating her, fucking her, and throwing her away at the tender age of 14. But, assuming she is able to move on (I hope so?) this might be happier than others for her in the long run (especially if she avoids having sex with him). Touga ghosting her means he won't be able to torment her further, and that's better than any other option with him. Unless, of course, she goes back to Ohtori to get an explanation...

Perfect Ending

I do like the perfect ending bc of the funny interactions the council get in--Juri teasing Miki about liking older girls and Miki getting extremely flustered, Touga being so fucking annoying especially when he insists on calling Saionji BEST FRIEND over and over until Saionji is like "can you shut the fuck up''...

The goodbye with Utena is fairly generic though, just the tiniest bit gay. One thing that is interesting for this ending is PP wanting to learn fencing.

It's ambiguous who she's talking about here, she could even mean Chigusa despite the fact she's deader than dead, or it could be "we don't know which person she's most attracted too ooooh".

As far as working out for Purple Pigtails? She escapes romantic trauma, which is great for her, but she seems really determined to go back to Ohtori in this one, and as has been said many times, that is not good for her.

Akio Ending

I considered rating this higher bc it's so funny how PP calls Akio on his bullshit.

But there's the fact that PP's particular Akio ending is even more uh, rape-coded than any other Akio car ride, IIRC? It's not only the fact she's underage, but she actively begs Akio to stop. But of course that motherfucker doesn't listen.

It's honestly so sad so that kind of ruins any fun. Which doesn't make it bad, but i don't like thinking about that part.

This is the second worst ending for PP. Just like the Black Rose and Anthy endings, she's still at Ohtori and has no friends, but there's the sexual assault aspect on top of that. She will be so traumatized, and on top of that she lost humiliatingly, while Akio basically called her worthless.

Saionji ending

Saionji's ending is both kind of boring and vaguely interesting. (And I'm ranking it like this on the assumption Saionji never hit her, which I assume he didn't from the Youtube comments. While he would definitely be cruel to a gf in multiple ways if she stuck around enough, I think it's possible the only person he would physically abuse while dating is Anthy. which is. something to analyze.) Saionji is (blessedly) silent during most of this ending. only saying "I owe you a lot" when he gives her the present (implying she's been kind of for caring for him, wet pathetic dog that he is, which does fit with the snippets I've seen of this route and echoes his relationship with Wakaba)

Saionji does give her his little leaf (apparently the only present he's capable of making?? like if he can carve this leaf he must know how to carve other things, right??? maybe it's just the carving he's best at) but PP knows he's too obsessed with Anthy (and Touga. the obsession with Anthy is just an extension of an obsession with Touga lets all be honest here) to return her feelings and they're both pretty honest and open about things. But THEN she claims she'll come back and make him look her way someday.. AND THEN she just plants one on him out of nowhere. Girl, you forget about consent!

Honestly Saionji just seems extremely confused and freaked out about it, even his expression afterwards, which makes me feel bad for him, something I'd never thought I'd say in my life. It's kind of interesting to see him like that. But...it doesn't stand out too much other than that. It's kind of just like. okay girl. calm down.

This one does not work out perfectly for PP since she seems pretty determined to come back to Ohtori and make Saionji love her, which is definitely never going to happen. But she doesn't lose her identity, doesn't get a pining locket, Saionji is surprisingly nice to her, unlike Wakaba she knows she doesn't have a chance right now, so she wasn't hugely disappointed...so it could be worse.

Utena Friendship Ending

Basically the same at the perfect ending, except we never get to see any fun interactions between the group. Boring.

Black Rose Ending

This one claims PP is obsessed with books, which has never come up in the game before, so it feels out of nowhere and like it wasn't properly developed. There's not much to dig into, when there should be. And her defeat is basically the same as the Akio endings, so it doesn't add much.

(Utena is being so mean here!!!! You know she's brainwashed why are you being an asshole about her skill!)

One the worst endings from PP's perspective, her mind is messed with, she literally has no friends, and she's stuck at Ohtori.

Game over

Obviously a Game Over is pretty boring. The game just ends. Bye.

I think PP would disappear from the world in the game over ending, just like Chigusa wanted. So this is the worst ending for her, she not only dies. she's erased from existence. At least in the other endings she gets to live.

(also I think either this one or the perfect ending are canon for the anime. The game over ending makes a lot of sense, since they would all forget PP and all that happened with her ever existed, and that would be the explanation for why she's never mentioned in the anime. But the more optimistic take is that the perfect ending is canon, and nobody ever mentions her because she just doesn't come up.

So there's my favorites ranked from best to worst.

NOW let's rank the endings from worst to best for Perfect Pigtails!

Game Over (she dies)

Akio Car Ending

Black Rose Ending

Anthy Ending (it's possible for her to have friends in this one)

Touga Ending (provided a) he has sex with her and b) she is unable to move on from what happened. Without those two factors though, it's under Utena's in the long run)

Utena Ending

Juri Ending

Saionji Ending

Perfect Ending

Miki Ending is the best one for her, weirdly! (Or at least my interpretation of it. She got out unscathed and has no desire to return to Ohtori!)

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And those are my rankings! I hope everyone who read this far enjoyed the rambling.

#revolutionary girl utena #utena game #utena tenjou #anthy himemiya #miki kaouru #juri arisugawa #touga kiryuu #kyouichi saionji #akio ohtori #shoujo kakumei utena

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folkwhoreberry · 2 months ago

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COULD you COULD YOU. Do a-

Biker Leo valdez x reader who's shy and nervous w guys in general but is lively around girls-

Fic- based off the the song..

Harleys in Hawaii by katy perry ....

PLEASE.

Harlyes And Heartbeats

leo valdez x reader

or... the one where you’re riding shotgun with your hair undone

word count : 787

warning : none, english is not my first language!!!

on the radio : harley’s in hawaii by katy perry

🔨🌻

the sound of engines roaring was usually enough to send a chill down your spine. especially when it was his bike. the sleek, black harley davidson was basically an extension of leo valdez himself. and, unfortunately for your nerves, so was his charming, cocky grin.

you had a tendency to freeze around guys, leo in particular. he was everything you weren’t - bold, quick-tongued, and full of this relentless energy that made him stand out. you couldn’t quite figure out if he was just being friendly or if he was flirting, but every time he so much as looked in your direction, your brain short-circuited.

“you alright there, baby?” leo’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. he was leaning on his bike, sunglasses perched on his nose, his leather jacket looking way too good on him for your sanity. the warm breeze made his messy curls even more unruly, and for some reason, that made him more… dangerous. in a way you didn’t want to think about.

“yeah, fine!” you squeaked, realizing too late that you sounded a little too eager. you glanced down, fidgeting with your hands, wondering why it was so much easier to talk to girls. when you were with them, you could be yourself. easygoing, talkative, funny even. but with leo? you were a stumbling mess of nerves and shyness.

he chuckled softly, like he knew exactly the effect he had on you. of course he did. leo noticed everything. “you sure? ‘cause, you know, you’ve been avoiding me all day. i thought maybe i did something wrong.”

you swallowed hard. avoiding? you weren’t exactly avoiding him. you just… preferred to stay a safe distance from the heart-palpitating chaos that was leo valdez. “n-no, not avoiding. just, um, admiring the water… from afar.”

leo smirked. “admiring, huh? well, I think you’ve been staring more at me than the waves, but who’s counting?”

you wanted to bury yourself in the sand. how did he always manage to say stuff like that so casually? you shifted uncomfortably, your fingers now playing with the hem of your shirt.

“tell you what,” leo said, stepping a little closer. you instinctively backed up a step, which just made him grin wider. “how about we take a ride? you and me. it’s beautiful out today. I’ll take you down to this little spot I know, away from all the tourist traps.”

a ride. on his bike. you bit your lip, nervous energy thrumming through you. sure, riding on a harley with a guy like leo was the stuff of daydreams, but the idea of being that close to him? with your arms wrapped around his waist? no way.

“uh, I don’t know,” you stammered, glancing anywhere but at his face. “I’ve, um, never really been on a bike before…”

“never?” leo’s eyes widened in mock horror. “oh, this is a tragedy. we gotta fix that, now.”

before you could protest, he was already climbing onto the bike and patting the seat behind him. “c’mon, I promise I’ll go easy on you. I’ll be your first, honey.”

your face turned crimson at his words, and you swore your heart skipped a beat. he couldn’t possibly mean that in the way your brain was interpreting it, right?

hesitantly, you moved closer, chewing on your lower lip. “o-okay, but if I fall off—”

“you won’t fall off. I got you.” leo’s voice softened, and he looked over his shoulder at you with a sincerity that surprised you. “trust me.”

slowly, you climbed on behind him, your hands hovering awkwardly above his sides. your stomach was doing flips, and you hadn’t even started moving yet.

leo glanced back at you, amused. “you can hold on, you know. I don’t bite.” then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he added, “unless you’re into that.”

you squeaked, smacking his shoulder lightly, which only made him laugh.

once your arms finally circled his waist - tentatively, like you were afraid to touch him - he revved the engine, the sound vibrating through your whole body. the bike roared to life, and before you could second-guess your life choices, leo took off down the road, the warm hawaiian breeze whipping through your hair.

as the world blurred by, something shifted. the tension you’d been holding in your shoulders eased, and the longer you held on to leo, the less terrifying it felt. maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. the sound of his laughter, carefree and full of joy, mingled with the wind, and for a moment, you let yourself smile.

because, really, who could be nervous with a guy like leo valdez when you were racing through paradise on the back of a harley?

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a/n : I want a biker bf💔💔

#folkwhoreberry #pjo x reader #pjo #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #x reader

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pinkiemachine · 11 months ago

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How would you do Batman, I'm just wondering because Batman's my favorite character

OH HO HO!! I HAVE WRITTEN SO MUCH ABOUT BATMAN!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

*ahem*

His show is called BATMAN: GOTHAM FILES, and I have the basic outline for each and every one of the seasons! There’s 9 total, plus a movie finale. Here we go!

(But before we start, I want to add for all you whinging, angsty, broody moody, comic zealots out there, this is an overview. A light, easy breazy, overview. I am not getting into the gritty details, but they do still exist, so shut your pieholes.)

SEASON ONE:

Most of us should know basically what Bruce’s backstory is, so I’ll keep this part brief. Bruce Wayne was eight years old when his millionaire mother and father were gunned down in front of him in an alleyway in Gotham City. They never found the killer. The family’s loyal butler, Alfred Pennyworth, took care of Bruce from that point onward. Bruce started taking self-defence classes in-between going to the schwanky Gotham Academy and learning how to run his father’s business, Wayne Enterprises (a massive conglomerate that was famous throughout all of America, but especially the East Coast.) The young man had hardly healed from his traumatic experience, though, and after graduating college (something he was practically forced to do by Alfred), he decided not to stay in Gotham. He hated the city. Instead, he took off in a plane… and secretly never intended to come back…

EIGHT YEARS LATER…

It was a welcome surprise when Bruce Wayne turned up in Gotham, seemingly in a much happier headspace and eager to finally, finally take his father’s business seriously. The Prince of Gotham had returned. Months after that, there was a new legend lurking in the streets of the city. Something called “the batman” or “the bat.” Criminals were getting caught and arrested left and right, and half of them were scared out of their minds about this spectre. The police force didn’t know what to make of it… except for one Captain Jim Gordon. He knew that the legend was true… and occasionally, he would sneak into his office and scare the living daylights out of him. He and Batman had been working together for a little while now, (we get an episode later that explores how they first met), but Gordon doesn’t know who he really is under the mask, and no one else in the force thinks that Batman is even real. But Gordon is eager to help him because the police force is falling apart. They’re completely unable to do their job and keep the streets safe, so Gordon agrees to help Batman stop crime in its tracks. He wants to make Gotham safer for his wife and daughter.

Shocking literally no one, the audience discovers that Bruce Wayne is Batman, working out of a massive secret base underneath Wayne Manor—his ancestral home. But, he must balance the life of a vigilante with the life of billionaire Bruce Wayne, which can be difficult at times. We get several episodes just laying the ground work. Who runs the company when Bruce isn’t around? Lucious Fox. Who manages Bruce’s affairs and schedule? Alfred. Who makes all the gadgets and gear that Batman uses? He does. Using plenty of materials and goods he can buy since he’s a billionaire. When did he learn how to make all this stuff? Hmmmmmm….

We meet our first few villains—Penguin, Two-Face, Scarecrow, Poison Ivy, Mr. Freeze, Riddler, etc—and we go into detail about each of their tragic backstories. Each episode focused on them also parallels as aspect of who Bruce is and what he’s fighting for as Batman. Speaking of which, Batman is still trying to track down who murdered his parents, but he’s not making much headway.

MID SEASON FINALE TIME.

Haley’s Traveling Circus was famous on the East Coast, being one of the oldest circuses in the country, as well as boasting the Fabulous Flying Graysons! A family trapeze act! However, this smiling troop of clowns was actually hiding some pretty dark secrets. When they arrived in Gotham City, they were asked to help out known mob-boss Tony Zucco with some… not-so-nice things. John Grayson, head of the Flying Graysons, had been feeling conflicted about how much behind-the-scenes shady dealings the circus had been involved with over the years, so he thought that maybe if he just let the tiniest bit of evidence leak to the police, maybe they could handle everything and the Graysons wouldn’t be caught in the crossfire. This is what brings Batman to the scene. He investigates the circus, meets the Graysons, including their son, Richard, aka Dick, and eventually goes on to solve the crime at hand, pinning it on Tony Zucco and getting certain members of Haley’s Circus arrested. (The ones actually involved in the crime.) However, Zucco manages to avoid jail time. Not only that, but he discovers who snitched on him. That night, after the case has been solved and Bruce shows up to catch the Flying Graysons perform, everything is going great until the unthinkable happens: the lines on the trapeze snap and Mr. and Mrs. Grayson go falling to their deaths.

Dick Grayson is an orphan… and he’s angry. He’s about 11 years old, but he’s smart enough to know what’s going on. He knows why Batman was coming around asking questions, he knows who Tony Zucco is, and he knows that his father made him very unhappy. After the police have arrived, but before social services do, Dick sneaks out and climbs to the top of the building with the Bat-Signal on it (yes, by this point in the story, that’s a thing). He flashes it on and off, rain pelting down, until the caped crusader arrives. He demands to know if this was Zucco’s fault. Batman refuses to say anything, but Dick doesn’t care. He says he’s going to make Zucco pay, whether Batman helps or not, and he tries his hardest to remain true to his word. After that night, Dick runs off through Gotham several times, trying to get in touch with Zucco and attempting to enact revenge, meanwhile Batman has to keep swooping in to keep the kid from getting himself killed. He recognises the pain he’s in—he completely understands his anger—and realises that he needs a teacher—a mentor—a father figure who can lead him through all of this and keep him out of trouble. So, as Bruce Wayne, he decides to adopt Dick. At first, Dick doesn’t want anything to do with this stranger—he’d rather stay with his circus family if he’s going to stay with anyone—but then, in court one day, Bruce says something—something only Batman said to him once—and all of a sudden, it clicks in Dick’s mind. He instantly asks to be placed in Bruce’s care and not a few hours after arriving at Wayne Manor, Dick manages to discover where the Batcave entrance is. Sneaking down there, he plans to become his own kind of vigilante, just like Batman, and get revenge… until Bruce catches him and tries to knock some sense into him.

It’s here that Bruce has to confront his own past. His sense and reason are saying, “Don’t let the kid try to enact revenge!” But then, he has to ask himself, “why am I still hunting down the man who killed my parents?” He has to tell himself, “it can’t be about revenge. Only what is just and fair.” When/if he finds the killer, he will turn him over to the authorities and let him face proper punishment. Zucco… he’s too powerful. There needs to be a lot of incriminating evidence against him before the police can take action, and even then, that’s not what Dick wants. Dick wants Zucco gone. Permanently. THAT is what needs to be dealt with inside of Dick. Bruce refuses to let this boy make himself a killer. Instead, he decides to channel that anger and drive into training him. You see, when Bruce vanished for eight years, it was during that time that he met many teachers and learned many new skills. Through bettering himself and learning these skills, he felt he had grown as a person and had worked through some of his emotions. It was therapeutic. He hopes it will be the same for Dick. He also teaches him about the justice system and detective work so that they can bring down Tony Zucco WITHOUT killing him. Little by little, over the course of the next year, Dick starts to turn into the infamous side-kick Robin, following Batman on small cases and learning about fighting crime… from a distance. (Mostly.) Dick does still have a knack for getting into trouble.

On the personal side of things, Dick still needs to adjust to living in Wayne Manor, going to a new school (Gotham Academy) navigating being a wealthy, famous person’s adopted son, especially when that wealthy famous person is the emotionally constipated and perfectionist Bruce Wayne, but we’ll circle back to that in the next post.

And then… Ra’s Al Ghul shows up. Now it’s time for Bruce’s past to be revealed. He had traveled the world, and he did have many teachers, but none quite as legendary as the Demon’s Head, leader of the League of Shadows. A secret organisation (cult, really, Bruce later realised) that had mastered martial arts, ninjutsu, and so much more. Each member was a peak specimen of the human race, with no genetic weaknesses or flaws, especially their leader, Ra’s. Bruce had been one of his top students, but then he had revealed his grand scheme. Ra’s wanted to wipe out the rest of humanity (which he deemed as impure and flawed) and then the only people who would be left to inherit the Earth would be his perfect family and his perfect followers! All he was missing was a male heir to his throne. His daughter, Talia, most perfect of his children, had fallen in love with Bruce during his time in the Shadows (and yes, the feelings were mutual), but before anything serious could come of it, Bruce snuck out and left the League, meaning never to come back. He refused to take part in mass genocide.

Now, though, Ra’s had found him and wanted him to marry his daughter. Bruce refuses, on the grounds that he and the Al Ghuls are entirely morally opposed, and both Ra’s and Talia deserve to be locked up for committing a long, long list of various crimes against humanity. Ra’s then tries to take Bruce by force, but Robin rescues him, proving himself as his sidekick, they save the day, it’s a big exciting grand finale to the season, and it ends with Ra’s and Talia retreating… because while Bruce was captured, they managed to steal some… “DNA”… and test tube baby Damian would be thus conceived, unbeknownst to Batman and Robin.

(Like, he’s a test tube baby from conception. Talia was never physically pregnant with him. PLEASE do not misunderstand.)

Anyway, things are looking up for our main characters. They saved the city, they saved each other, and everyone is excited to see Season 2 because—

JOKER TEASE!!!! DUN DUN DUN!!!!

I’mma make more posts, this is a long one, strap in…

I also have a sketch of Talia…

Part 2 👇

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