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Pretty Girl - Portgas D. Ace
I read this lovely little snippet by @mrsoharaa and felt the need to know what would happen next. Written with permission!
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To be fair, Marco actually wasn’t teasing him this time. He’d been nose deep in a book and was just as deep in his thoughts when he’d made the request.
“Hey Ace, can you go and call” the first division commander squinted at the book, trying to recall the words but was clearly too distracted to, “can you call-we-what was-just call your pretty girl for me yoi?”
He wasn’t teasing him this time.
Ace had just simply had enough.
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It had started in the morning? maybe afternoon? who knows what time it was…after some good old fashion pirate revelry until who knows what hour of the evening.
He’d woken up in some weird kinda angle on some random corner of the ship, with a bit of a headache. So like any other day, he made his way over to the kitchen to get some food to fix his problem. After all, if his head hurt, he probably just needed some food, right?
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the slick Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates,” the Division Commander in question blinked at his Fourth Division counterpart, his lips pulling up at the strange greeting.
What’d he mean by slick though? Just thinking about it made his head squeeze, so he decided to push it off until he had some food in his system.
“Thatch, I’m hungry,” he declared as he slumped himself on the kitchen counter, throwing his bottom half on a stool there, “gimme somethin’ to eat.”
“Comin’ right up,” the cook shot him an amused grin as he went about grabbing his disgruntled younger brother-in-arms some food.
“Hungover?” The question came from Ace’s side, where the head doctor sat, sipping on a cup of…well it wasn’t alcohol.
“Huh?” The younger man just blinked, trying to get the fog out of his brain. “Nah.” He rolled onto his side to better face his older brother. “Just got a headache.”
“Sounds like a hangover to me yoi,” the doc grinned over the rim of his mug.
Ace didn’t pay him much mind though, waiting for his food to arrive.
Though his silence seemed to encourage his companion, “especially with how much you drank last night.”
“Wasn’t that much,” he ruffled his hair in hopes to alleviate some of the pounding in his head.
“It was enough that you called a certain someone ‘pretty girl.’”
A moment of silence passed as Ace continued to aggressively knead at his scalp. His mind very sluggishly processing Marco’s words…he was just about to fall asleep again with how much his he-
HE DID WHAT?!
That blew all the fog and grog out of Ace’s brain and body, as he all but sprung to his feet in shock. The medic in front of him offered him little more than his usual lazy, lopsided grin.
The vertigo hit him right as the adrenaline wore off, and he was clutching to the counter to save himself from smacking into the ground. His grip only tightened as he heard footsteps from the other side of the counter rejoin them.
“Yo Ace, I fixed you a plate for your pretty girl too,” he chirped sliding over two plates, “if you wanted to go and deliver it to her.”
It had been a while since Pops had clobbered him, but the memory of his audacious, disastrous, flirty remark hit him much like one of Pops’ fists did. Of all things, he only came up with pretty girl?
He-just-urgh-just-just where was his hat when he needed it? He resorted to using his hands to hide his face from the other two commanders. He didn’t need to see them to know they were grinning - they were just oozing with entertainment.
“Ah don’t worry slick,” he could hear Thatch’s voice getting closer, “I’d say she took it well enough.”
The way the cook only barely got his sentence out before he and Marco broke out into snickers said otherwise. Ace grabbed his plate of food and moved to find a different corner of the massive galleon to eat in.
For the next few days, the different commanders would wink, snicker, smirk, borderline leer at him whenever you were in his general vicinity. They weren’t subtle about it, given pirates were generally as subtle as a sea king on land. They didn’t have to say it out loud for him to hear it though:
“Pretty girl.”
The behavior spread to the rest of the crew like wildfire. He’d have compared the spread to some nasty disease, but those usually knocked people out. Unfortunately this one seemed to rile them up, everyone seemed overly eager to be able to poke at him for his drunken declaration. By the end of the week, even the swabbies were in on it. They weren’t as bad as the commanders, but…ugh. Just…anyhow you’d think that, after a week, it would become old news, but no.
Nope.
Not this news.
Seems everyone on this damn ship was a gossip. Grown ass grizzled pirates, reduced to giggling gossiping gaggles of gremlins. The Second Division Commander couldn’t go for more than a few hours without hearing some kinda comment, or getting some kinda look.
Even pops was in on it now!
He’d found out when the old man had grinned at him, what was worse was that it was a good-natured grin. He wasn’t teasing him…but what he said to him, as a kind of encouragement, had left this poor son of Whitebeard feeling more flustered than ever.
Unfortunately all his attempts at getting the crew to cut it out were falling on deaf ears. His fellow commanders in particular had no problem ignoring his requests and continuing to tease him, which of course emboldened the rest of the crew.
Of course the worst part had to be…well, there was no way you didn’t know about what was happening. After all, you always put on an unbothered face, but he knew it had to be making you uncomfortable. After all it wasn’t like he’d ever followed up on that pretty girl comment while sober. Though he wouldn’t deny the little amused simpers that you’d put on whenever your fellow crew mates would leer at him had his heart doing little flips.
Anyway…
Things had finally died down a bit, with Ace getting some peace of mind. People had finally gotten bored. Meaning he could probably try…y’know…approaching you while sober…
Well they’d mostly died down…
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“SHE IS PRETTY ALRIGHT?!” Yeah he’d had enough. “Do none of y'all have eyes?!” He raged on, over a week’s worth of agitation erupting from him violently.
“So what if I called her pretty girl?” There was a kind of catharsis in seeing the First Division Commander staring at him bug-eyed. “It wasn't a lie!” He threw his hands up in agitation. “That's for sure.”
“Uh A-”
“Like you all don't state the obvious sometimes!” He pointed an accusatory finger at everyone who was in the infirmary…which wasn’t much, but Thatch hadn’t left yet and he was one of the guys that teased him the most!
“A-”
“And!” He was burning up the whole place and there was no stopping him. “I never said she was my pretty girl! I just said she was a pretty girl!” Little flickers of fire left his shoulders. “And she definitely is pretty!” He flexed his fingers. “Gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, all the words that mean that!”
The Second Division Commander’s chest and shoulders heaved from the way he was panting after his rant. Man it felt good to get it off his chest.
He shook his head, getting the remaining frustration out before rolling his shoulders out. He felt a whole lot better. He stretched his neck, before turning to look at his stunned fellow commanders.
“Hey Thatch, I’m hungry,” he grinned, “can you make me something to eat? Or should I just go raid the fridge?”
That seemed to snap the cook out of it, “keep yourself out of my fridge and out of my kitchen hotshot!”
“Uh…Ace,” the fiery man turned to look at the medic that had sparked this outburst.
“Oh Marco, what did you need again?” He’d asked him to do something before mentioning you.
“It’s no problem yoi,” strange, the doctor seemed to be looking behind him.
Was there someone behind him? The young commander turned around -
Shoot.
He hadn’t said anything negative! But dang what he said sure as hell was damning. He must sound like a total creep. Just going on and on about how pretty he thinks you are. Could someone just launch him into the sea?
It didn’t help that the most unrelenting of the division commanders were here to see this horrifying display. They weren’t ever going to let him live this dow-
“You think I’m pretty?” You asked, hope pulling your lips up tentatively. “Even while sober?”
Ace managed to nod at that.
Gosh he felt stupid. This wasn’t how he wanted to do it. Why was he so trash at trying to compliment you?
“Well I think you’re pretty too,” you gave him a good-natured smile, “so there, we’re even.”
“Really?” Gah! Why was that the first thing out of his mouth?
Oh gosh it was so cute the way you fiddled with your fingers. You only ever did that when you were nervous-you only ever did that when you were nervous.
“I mean,” you grinned, “haven’t you ever looked in a mirror Ace?”
Ace was sure he’d turned his face to fire at that point. He was here fumbling over his feet like a baby dear, and you were so smooth, you might as well be polishing the deck with wax.
“Um, in case that wasn’t clear,” you continued, “yes, really Ace, you’re pretty.”
Thatch let out a low whistle then, ���well would you look at that,” he grinned, “a pretty boy for a pretty girl.”
“Stop teasing him Thatch,” you sighed, shooting the cook a look, “you’ve all teased him more than enough already.”
“Yo,” the longtime resident of the infirmary called out to you, “I was actually going to send Ace to find you yoi.”
“Oh did you need something Marco?” You walked further into the room, passing by the stunned pretty boy.
“Were you busy today yoi?”
“Not really, why? Did you need help?”
You thought he was pretty too?
Would you consider, maybe, going out on a date? He couldn’t help but stare at you as you continued to talk with his First Division Counterpart. He wasn’t about to ask you here, in front of these jerks, but maybe later…
Maybe later…
When you were sitting on the bow looking up at the stars that dotted the night sky. He’d ask you.
And you’d say yes.
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Ps5 Peter Parker x reader inspired by this?
It's one of my favorite MerDer moments on Grey's anatomy 🙈😭
Peter explains something about physics or an idea for a gagdet...
🤣 this image really cracked me up lol thanks for the ask!! I've set the fic to take place in the first game, Peter and Reader are Otto's assistants at Octavius Industries. Please ignore the science mumbo jumbo in this fic.
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Otto's lab was really cold this time of year. He barely had the funds to make rent in Manhattan, let alone provide optimal heating and other luxuries.
Still, you shiver, searching through your locker for your comfy, oversized jumper. You're just pulling it on when Peter pops up from behind you.
"Hey."
"Jesus!" You flinch and then rub your eyes. "Hey, Peter. How do you get behind me so fast? That's the third time this month I didn't even see you come in."
"Uh... I just have good reflexes, I think." Peter's mouth twists a little, as he tries not to laugh at your jumper. "Are you sure that's up to lab standards? Where's your lab coat?"
"Ah, Otto doesn't mind. He knows I'm cold." You explain, and Peter sighs.
"Well, he never gives me special treatment."
"Probably because you're not as cute as I am." You joke, but Peter nods and you feel a callous level of attraction towards him for being so nonchalant in terms of flirting.
You never really know where you stand with the guy. He's a naturally witty person and you refuse to read into anything any deeper, just for self preservation.
"Hey, I can't disagree with that." Peter laughs that quiet, soft laugh that makes you smile on your own. "Here, I got you a cup of coffee. That should help warm you up."
You look down and see, sure enough, Peter's holding a coffee cup tray, loaded with three cups, surely your usual orders- for you, extra black espresso to stay awake, for Peter, usually some kind of healthy tea hybrid, and for Otto, a large, creamy Italian coffee blend that's particularly expensive (Peter always jokes that Otto wastes funding on things like this).
"Oh, I'll pay you back." You reach back into your locker for your wallet, but Peter stops you with a raise of his hand.
"It's free of charge. No worries." He hands you the cup gently, and your hand skirts across his. You think for a moment.
"Nothing is ever really 'free of charge', Peter." You give him a side glance. In the last couple of months you've known this guy, you've figured out when he has an ulterior motive.
"... Alright, alright. You got me." Peter starts pulling you along by the hand, towards one of Otto's offices filled with white-boards and desks and equipment. You take a sip of your coffee and notice that it's still quite hot- Peter must've been really fast to make it so.
Not that you're complaining, and now that you're warmer you do feel more inclined to listen to him.
"Okay. You know how Otto's neural interface for the experimental arms have been glitching out?" Peter's got a firm look on his face, as you sit and listen.
"Yeah. It's a poor prototype, I think he asked us to leave it alone? He said he'd deal with it." You shrug. "I've moved on to his requests for a tighter, stronger arm. You know I deal with hardware."
"Yes, but even so, the neural interface problem still persists. Otto's lying." Peter looks at the whiteboard, and sees that half of it is covered all over with erratically drawn diagrams and equations. It's fine, he knows he can write what he needs in that space.
"Okay, look." Peter begins drawing a diagram of the neural interface's circuitry. "See how the voltage is really high?"
"Yeah- but isn't that what Doc wanted?" You grimace. "Last time I brought up the voltage issue, he told me to mind my business and continue with soldering. He wants so much power for some reason."
"Right, that's what I'm talking about. Notice how Otto keeps having those outbursts?" Peter sighs, a deeply upsetting look overtaking him. "He's getting a bit aggressive as of late, and I think it's because he can't figure this out."
"You're telling me. Just yesterday he chewed me out for clocking in a bit late." You sniff. "Okay, I was fifteen minutes late, but still."
"I've been there, you don't even have to justify it." Peter laughs, and begins drawing squiggly lines. You can't help but notice how his strangely muscular arms are tense and visible through his lab coat as he scrawls, and you take a sip of your coffee, savoring the view. Looking isn't illegal, you try to rationalize, but you quickly banish these thoughts as Peter looks back with a sly glance, to make sure you're paying attention.
"This is the electricity flow... and it should be heading this way, but the neural interface is made incorrectly and the flow of energy is heading back this way... towards the-"
"The battery of the arms, not the interface." You suddenly realize, and take a scrap piece of paper off the desk, scribbling down notes. "Hmm... maybe the wiring used for the arms is absorbing too much energy? Or the batteries are too big?"
"Maybe, but neural interfaces are tricky business." Peter winces as Otto yells at something in the background of the lab. "I told Otto not to get too involved with it- it's far too easy to accidentally mess with your brain, and then suddenly you've got anger issues or worse-"
"Dementia." You finish his sentence with an equally grim expression. "Okay. I hear you, but how are we supposed to fix it, exactly? I can only think of using different, smaller wires, or a less cost heavy battery- but then it won't move at the speed Otto wants it to."
"Yeah." Peter's shoulders slump a little, and you feel bad. He's always just one dude trying to take on the entire world's problems.
"Peter, it's not your problem, really. You can only do so much- the man has made up his mind, he's going to have to take the brunt of the problem." You try to console him, but Peter has that determined Parker Pride you've seen far too often, and you know he's not going to let it go.
"Wait, wait. Okay..." Peter starts frantically drawing on the board, and seeing that he's running out of space, without missing a beat, begins to draw on the wall.
"Peter! You're drawing on the wall!" You admonish him, and to your shock and utter horror, but not to your surprise, he keeps going. "Now you've completely lost it- it'll take two seconds to erase the board-"
But Peter isn't listening, in that overly stubborn, inventor way that you know you've done before. He's too lost in his own thoughts, and you know that spark will disappear if he takes a moment to stop drawing.
"I'll clean it. It's fine. We got to get a move on." Peter points to the new diagram on the wall. "Look at this."
Peter's drawn a rudimentary depiction of the robotic arm prototypes you've built for Otto, but the battery pack has been split up into several, smaller batteries that extend over the course of the arms. Something about the way the arms move in Peter's drawings look a lot more... smooth, silky, like a cephalopod.
An octopus.
But you are amazed at Peter's capabilities, either way. "Using multiple different batteries, so the energy isn't drawn away from the neural interface in a great capacity?" You blink, a bit amused at Peter's eager expression. "It would work, I think, but only if Otto is willing for a slight decrease in power."
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong. We don't need to sacrifice power at all." Peter draws a set of gears, interlocking through the squiddy looking arm, and you clap your hands, clambering up out of your seat, finally enthused by his idea.
"Peter Parker, you genius!" You shake his arm excitedly, and he turns a bit pinker as he watches you, grinning. "Otto wanted the arm to be almost entirely synthetic material- but if it has rotating gears, the less it will jerk around. It'll be faster, smoother-"
"Thus requiring less power anyways, and less power will be redirected into his neural interface. And, hypothetically, no more angry Otto." Peter grins, and you smile up at him. "I mean, it'll still take some tinkering to figure out, but incremental improvements are still improvements, right?"
"Definitely. Plus we can always try to convince him about solar power again." You joke as Peter snickers.
Peter opens his mouth, about to say something to you, but he stares for a moment too long and hesitates, especially because in the nerdy excitement, he had gotten so close to you, and he was a liar if he said he had never checked out his cute co-worker. Any second now, you should be teasing as you usually do- but your eyes are wide and Peter gets the sense you've been swept up in this too.
He's never been so... close. He can make out individual eyelashes, tiny scars, imperceptible to normal people, but not to him.
And his phone buzzes with some kind of alert. He looks it over with bright, concerned eyes, while you take a moment to step back, much to Peter's mild irritation.
"Ah... must be MJ?" You ask, trying so very hard not to sound like a jealous girlfriend, just a curious colleague. You have nothing against MJ- you just feel that she and Peter are so meant for each other, and this is exactly why you've been trying to protect yourself.
Who are you kidding? You and Peter are both so busy- you'd never have time to be his doting, adoring girlfriend. You just have to remember him as a friend.
Already you feel the walls coming into place, your expression turning neutral, your heart becoming steely, when Peter looks at you again, surprised.
He can tell you're holding yourself back- and he doesn't like that. He wants you to come back to him, to be close with him again, and it drives him nuts that it has to be your choice, but he respects that.
"Not MJ. We broke up a while ago." Peter swallows, hoping he's saying the right things. "Uh... I don't think we're going to get back together. She's dating someone else now."
"Oh." You squeeze Peter's shoulder as comfortingly as you can. "Peter, I'm sorry. I would've been less of an ass if I'd known."
"No, don't be." Peter fixes a firm, kindhearted glance at you, taking your hands, the warmth of his own making you feel especially treasured. "You're great."
There's a teeny bit of hope working it's way into you, into your silly, girly heart despite all the steel around it, and Peter has a soft smile reserved just for you- you know that smile, you've seen it before when he comforts you when an experiment goes poorly, or when you've had a Eureka moment.
He rubs your hands. "Jeez, you're cold! I know women are usually freezing in the workplace- different body temperatures on average and all that- but I'm going to have to talk to Otto about making it warmer in here."
"Lest I die of hypothermia, right." You snort, and Peter snickers, but he still stays close, as if he's using this as an excuse. "Well, at least I have your hands."
Peter's phone buzzes again, another alert, which he apologetically takes a moment to read after letting go of you. Something about Fisk's thugs making their way through Grand Central Station- he shouldn't leave right now, but he can see your curiosity is piqued.
"Just a news alert. Nothing big." Peter lies, and you don't quite buy it, but you don't want to pry at this moment after he's complimented you and been so nice to warm up your hands.
Otto bursts through the entrance of the room, sighing.
"Will you two lovebirds stop canoodling with each other and test out the circuitry? You know, like I'm paying you to do so with very limited funds?" He barks, and then inhales. "Sorry. Just... try to stay on task. And I know you're young and all... but stop drawing on the walls!"
He leaves, grumbling about youth being too romantic and wishing they would understand sensibility.
You're about to refute whatever Otto said, so Peter doesn't feel uncomfortable, when he speaks first.
"I take it he isn't a romantic." Peter jokes as he grabs some paper towels, and you laugh, feeling that Peter's flirting was more genuine than you thought.
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I’m gonna need one of those short prompts of zoro just thirsting after doc. I wanna see heart eyes and bullying from Nami.
With that being said, something light would be nice. The series has been pretty dark for the last two chapters and it’d be nice to see them act relatively normal again
I took a small break from working on Ch. 10 to write this out. This chapter is a lot more fun and way less serious than the other two, and I feel like this little spin-off I wrote gives good insight into the chapter.
I hope you like it 💕
P.s. I wrote this on my phone and posting it from my phone so if it’s a little wonky, please forgive me.
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“You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Staring.”
If Nami called him out one more time he was going to need to hit something. And if aforementioned orange-haired friend asked how long he’d been watching you, Zoro was going to lie.
Just like what he was doing now.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
The shit eating grin Nami wore at his response told him all he needed to know.
He was a terrible liar.
“I’m sure you don’t,” Nami quipped.
“I’m sorry is there a reason you’re here? Besides to annoy me.”
“Ouch!”
Zoro didn’t finish watching Nami pretend to cover up a wound or to see her finish the playful pout she’d been sending his way the past couple of weeks. It allowed his gaze to fall back on where you’d been the last half hour tending to the tangerine trees they’d taken with them for Nami. A piece of Nami’s old life - her old home - planted on the ship as a reminder of all she’d overcome and what she’d gained.
It had taken less than a day for you to talk Nami into showing you how much water to give them and how to carefully trim their branches. Zoro warned you not to overdue it. You were still healing - some of your stitches barely keeping the once open wounds an inch from reopening with one wrong move.
You quickly overruled his worries with a soft press of your lips against his. He refused to admit it had left him shellshocked as you walked away; rooted to the spot next to the island in the kitchen with that damn cook smirking at him while his brain tried to remember how to make words.
“Shut up, waiter.”
“I didn’t even say anything,” Sanji replied, flabbergasted and yet, still smirking.
“Keep it that way.”
Zoro stormed out of that kitchen and wanted to storm away from Nami too, but this place on the upper terrace of the deck gave him the perfect spot to watch you. To make sure you were being careful and only a short distance away if you weren’t.
“I thought you guys were together.”
God, he really needed Nami to fuck off. Crossing his arms, Zoro leaned his forearms against the railing and hoped it would send the message he was done conversing. Unfortunately for him, Nami moved closer. Her back against the rail and her arms draped behind her. It gave Nami the perfect view of his face.
Zoro knew she wasn’t going to leave him alone until he answered.
“We are.”
“So, care to tell me why you are watching her like you’re still pining for her?”
“I’m not pining,” he grumbled back.
“This is the definition of pining.”
That’s it. He was going to toss Nami overboard.
“I’m not - “
He refused to admit defeat but damn it he couldn’t stop his forehead from pressing down into the wood of the bannister. He wasn’t a religious man, but he prayed to anyone listening to give him strength.
You would be super pissed if he did throw Nami overboard.
“Is there a reason you’re still here bugging the shit out of me?”
“If you’re with her Zoro, go be with her. That’s all I’m saying. You shouldn’t have to creep around and be away from her when you clearly want to be next to her.”
Zoro did.
He couldn’t describe it. Fuck, he couldn’t deny it, either. Every atom of his being craved to be next to you. To bury his face in the crook of your neck and breathe you in. Memorize the smell of the sea on your skin and the different herbs you dried and for whatever concoctions you made that day. He loved it when he could smell Rosemary in your hair or the ginger that reminded him of home.
But he didn’t want to overwhelm you. It’d only been a couple of weeks since Luffy and crew had left the Conomi Islands. Only a few weeks when Zoro thought he would never…
“I’m just trying to give her space.”
Fuck. Why did his voice have to be so soft? Now Nami was giving him that look and - fuck.
Zoro refused to glance up at Nami - the look that must be on her face. So, he kept his eyes on the safest place he could find.
You.
“Look, I know this relationship thing is kind of new for you, Zoro. It can be scary, at times.”
“I’m not afraid,” he cut in.
“-but,” she continued ignoring his sudden outburst. “I know for a fact the last thing she wants is space. Doc wants you, Zoro more than she’s going to want to be left alone.”
She clapped her hand against his shoulder, signaling she was departing, and left him brooding against the banner. His eyes no longer watching as you gently cut dying stems from the tangerine trees, but out into the endless blue and wondered if it was possible that Nami was right.
He was never going to hear the end of it if she was.
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Fuck it - Matt Sturniolo - Part 7
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Authors notes:
This chapter was so hard to write and for why :,)
Warnings: swearing, isn't proofread, so sorry for any mistakes
Word count: 2489
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“Is this something we are meant to do?”
“Fuck it.”
7:30am
Alyia pov:
I groaned, burying myself under the warm covers, hiding myself from the rays of lights that had started to creep through my curtains. My arms rested above my head, finger-combing my hair gently trying to find a small way to pass the time. Another morning of pure silence wasn’t one I was willing to opt for. I sigh and reach my arm over to grab my headphones, and take them out of the case. My phone lay next to them and I connect my headphones to my phone as I scroll through Spotify. One of my old playlists grabs my attention and I put it on to shuffle.
Softcore – The Neighbourhood
I make sure that the volume is high enough that I can’t hear anything else around me clearly. The music distracts me from any other silence in my house, but this time it isn’t necessary. I walk down stairs drowsily while rubbing my eyes somewhat. Once I get to the bottom of the stairs, I notice my parents both sat down on the sofa, my father preparing some eggs in a bowl and my mother applying some makeup. I look around and notice bags of suitcases around the sofa and I know they must have only arrived this morning.
“Ally! There you are. I was beginning to think you had forgotten about school.” I can barely make out my father’s words, still having my headphones in my ear. I take them out, however, so that I could talk to him.
“Father…When did you two get home...?” I walk towards him, giving him a side hug while he pours the eggs into a pan.
“Only about an hour ago, but due to time zones, we slept on the plane.” He tries to focus on his words but he quiets himself to focus on the food. I simply change my attention over to my mother.
“Did you have a good trip, mother.” I speak more bluntly towards her, adapting a cold attitude which she instantly matches.
“Not now Alyia. I’m busy” Yet her version of busy obviously only meant her eyeliner and I roll my eyes.
“Scarlett, we have been gone a week, at least greet our daughter.” My face scrunches up whilst a sour expression grows on my mother’s face.
“Hello, Alyia. The trip was fine and the contract went well” She places her make up on the counter, still limiting her eyesight to the products sprawled over the table.
“Contract?”
“Yes, the contract, I told you I ha-“
“No, mother. I wasn’t aware…” I mumble quietly but it’s enough her to drop her brush harshly and she finally turns to face me.
“What have I said about interrupting me, Alyia.” Her tone is angered and makes me break eye-contact with her.
I only go silent and face the ground under my feet. I blinked repeatedly, trying to get rid of the tears that pricked at my eyes.
This was pathetic that such a small sentence could affect me so much.
“So now you have nothing to say to me? Just go and get ready for school alright.” I normally would try and argue back but I simply wasn’t in the mood to fight today.
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I had tried to distract myself with designing an outfit for school but considering half of it was mother’s brand, that grew hard quick. A simple white shirt is covered by a bold red tie that hung loosely around my neck, barely remaining under my collar. Then, it’s tucked into a tartan plaid skirt with a black belt tightening it to my waist. The sharp red complimented my brunette hair which I had put into a ponytail with my curtain bangs subsided, behind my ears. I grab an old pair of doc martins and slip my feet into them, no longer caring about the leather creasing whenever I step on the heel.
I just grab my headphones and place them back in my ears. I change over my school books and throw some main products like my keys in the front pocket and run back downstairs, slamming the door as I leave the house.
The day had barely started and I was in a sour mood. My parents were gone for a week and the most I get from my mother is a petty argument. At least my father had the decency to look at me when he spoke. Music wasn’t helping my mood as much since Mitski has started to play through.
The bus was late again but that wasn’t a surprise, they were always unreliable. I could easily get my license; I practically already have a car…or two. But the bus makes me feel more natural. My parents run fashion designs, but I don’t want to flaunt any money around like everything is expendable. I picked out what I wanted within reason and anything else of mine went into savings and my friends, mostly Jenny.
Thankfully the hallways were reasonably empty, I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone. I simply make my way to the music room as quick as I could. All I wanted to do was play music and focus on anything other than mother’s words, but getting to my locker was first.
For once I was grateful for my parent’s money as it allowed me to keep my guitar in my locker with the added space inside, even if I had to constantly rearrange it around my books and other equipment. It takes me a moment but I manage to shift around all my belongings so I can remove my guitar. Once I do I lean it against the locker door next to me to free my hand and pick up a few makeup products from the floor. However, when I bend down to pick it up the guitar’s weight starts to shift and slams on the tiles below, echoing a light strum from the force. I grimace and close my eyes as an exasperated sigh leaves my lips. The case slides across the floor when I pull it closer and I slam my locker door shut.
It slings over my shoulder and I’m finally on track to the music room.
I take my seat down on the leather sofa and lean back with my head against the wall and finally exhale deeply. My hands quickly find the cable for my guitar and fidget with it between my fingers trying to untie it.
The door opens beside me and I don’t even bother to check who it is and I just plug my cable into my guitar.
“Good morning, Alyia” Matt’s voice is immediately bright and fills the room around me.
“Mhm…” I simply hum in response, still not looking up to him. I wasn’t in the mood to appease him after the rough morning I have been having.
“Alyia?” His body tilts down to face me more directly.
“Yeah?” I finally look up to face him and try to avoid looking pissed off so that I can change the subject.
“You alright?” I only nod at him, knowing my attitude would stem through my words.
He doesn’t push anything any further and sits on the stool behind the drums and takes his drumsticks out of his back pocket. His hand grips the bottom of the stool and drags it across the flooring, immediately proceeding to tap the skin on the drums lightly.
“You wanna play Dark Red again or…Rise?” Matt’s voice drags on as he simultaneously tries to decide on a song.
I take a deep sigh and just strum on my guitar, tuning one of the strings as soon as it doesn’t match within my chord. I lack any response to Matt, spending my time on tuning instead. The silence is awkward but at this point, I wasn’t bothered. Those seconds drag on internally and I try to relax myself in to the melody of my guitar. Rise is decided quickly in my head as I begin to pick at the strings to produce a chord.
Matt quickly catches on to the song but is still caught of guard by the time he is meant to start drumming and he speeds up in order to catch up.
“O-okay Rise it is…”
As the song progresses, I gradually speed up my pace to the song, subconsciously playing faster counts of eight in my head. Initially, Matt doesn’t notice the increase in pace. But, the more he plays, he starts to miss one or two beats and looks up towards me occasionally, trying to read my expressions.
I don’t even get to the end of the song before I give up with it, holding my guitar tight in my left arm but letting my right one drop to the side of my leg.
“Okay, what is up with you today.” Matt’s voice is sterner towards me and I do my best not to link it to my mother’s.
“Nothing, Matt. I’m fine.”
“Oh? Are we doing this again. Firstly, you have been cold towards me, barely speaking any full sentences. Then, you speed up the song and don’t even finish it before you stop in frustration. And finally you seem so much more shut off, just like when you stayed over my house.” He pauses and walks towards me, leaning down to face me.
“So, Alyia. I’ll ask again. What is up with you?.”
As much as I didn’t want to tell Matt, when he brought up the night in his kitchen, all I could think about was what he said to me.
“I want to know you.”
I practically freeze in my spot and he rubs his neck softly and drags his palm up and down his arm lightly.
“You do?”
“You doubted that?”
“Don’t act like you didn’t know that, I stay to practise with you when I can, I make extra meetings for the English project simply because they typically end with us hanging out over a movie or something.” He starts to walk closer. “I want to be your friend Alyia. Besides you are one of the only friends I have that Nick hasn’t shit talked right away and that Chris feels comfortable being himself around.”
“I am?”
“You are. And frankly you are fucking awesome at guitar, don’t think those mornings are gonna stop any time soon.”
“I want to be your friend Alyia.” He gives me a genuine smile but I give him a tight-lipped weak one back.
“If you don’t want to talk, I get it, but you don’t have to restrict yourself, okay?” I can only nod in response but he only repeats himself. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Fine…” I lay my guitar at my feet and look down from Matt.
“Are you going to tell me, for real?” He takes a seat down next to me and looks at my face, reading my body language.
“I might as well, I have known you several months and you haven’t given me any reason to not trust you. It might also be better to have a new perspective than just Jenny.” I lean back into my chair as an attempt to calm my body down.
“Well, thank you...That does mean a lot.” He speaks through a breathy laugh and faces away from me and towards the drum kit he just left.
“Okay, uh shit how do I start…” I take a deep breath and internally analyse my situation, figuring out the best ‘script’ in my had that allows me to express the most.
“You know how whenever we go around to my house and do anything, my parents are never home and things are so bare apart from my own material?” I scan Matt’s face but he is hard to read in comparison to me so he nods in acknowledgement. “Well…they are never home because they are at meeting or business trips that take them across the world. My mother is a fashion designer and my father arranges all of the meetings and background things.”
“I guess that makes sense. Do they call you with updates or anything” I can only shake my head in response.
“Not really, my dad tries to but with so many calls from management to models and stuff, it only ends in voicemails. You would think when they get back they would think to update you on, y’know…their life. But no. My father wants to sit down with me and talk about the trips and the small details that you would never normally care about, yet my mother interrupts or gives him things to do.” My sentences start to ramble and I breath in quickly once I finish.
“It was just so different this morning, normally I can handle the shit my mother gives me but it felt like she hated me this morning. She fucking shut me down and told me to stop interrupting her as if that wasn’t all she ever did herself. She hadn’t seen me in a week and yet her eyeliner was far too important to trade…It feels so pathetic that she feels so low of me.”
Matt falls silent next to me and continues to face away from me.
“Alyia…I’m so sorry” His arm snakes around and lingers on my shoulder but once I flinch slightly, he jolts his hand back and places it back on his lap.
“It isn’t your fault Matt; in fact you have helped me.”
“I have? How?”
“By actually being there, after you leave my house, it actually feels like the place was lived in and not a decoration to flaunt.” I start to admit things to Matt that I wasn’t planning on telling him for months but it simply felt like I wasn’t restricted. He was right, I didn’t have to be.
“Alyia…I’m only being your friend”
“I don’t exactly have many of those, I fucking lack in social skills.” I try and lighten the mood but I’m only met with a tight-lipped smile back.
“You can always stay at my place whenever you need company?” He shrugs next to me and I can easily pick up on the sincerity in his voice. I look up at him, not even realising the smile that automatically grows on my face.
“And I don’t want to hear that ‘I don’t want to bother you’ shit because that’s the last thing you do.” His words halt as he processes his words.
“Thanks Matt. Really, other than Jenny I don’t exactly have anyone.”
His palm finds its way to my knee and rubs my leg slightly, his head nodding at me softly and we stay in silence for a moment.
“We should probably start to play music again...” I perk up and he snaps out from zoning out and immediately removes his hand and stands up.
“Right! Right. Yeah, you want to try Rise again.?”
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It's *drum rolls* WIP WEDNESDAY!
(I made a new banner that is Ghoul-coded...because it is Ghoul)
Where I dig out things to share that are a 'work in progress' and it has to be on a Wednesday because I was told I would be exiled if I tried this on a Friday.
I also include small updates like the fact that I got a 92 on my research paper! (which I would have cried if I got under a 90 because I gave her more than what the professor asked for and THEN SOME) Another update is I only have a week and a half left of my spring semester!
I have several WIPS in the works. Now that I don't have to constantly write academic papers for class, I actually want to write for myself. Also! My 100 Follower Celebration prompts really have helped me get back into the groove. I am doing them until tomorrow so please feel free to submit a prompt in my ask box to get a snippet in return!
My current list of WIPS:
(doc names not work titles)
Great Fireballs of Faerun
Bog Witch Trials
Delghoul
GhoulxHalsinxAstarion
Thorny Feelings
Cup Runneth Over
AND NOW
to the fun part! The current snippet of wip is under the cut!
(it's a continuation of the last snippet sunday)
The hissing river helped drown out some of her worries along with the symphony of sounds of the creatures that roamed the forest. It was like its own pocket of time, maybe its own dimension. She was used to the smells of leaves, mud, and pollen that floated around and it felt like home to her. Ghoul was so entranced by nature in front of her she did not notice with her vampire spawn companion sat beside her. He moved so silently that when she did notice she felt her body go on guard, ready for a battle. It took a lot of focus within her to calm her pulse and her body’s knee jerk reaction to fight.
“I didn’t come to bite, unless that’s what you want.” Astarion said with a toothy grin and his smooth voice rung with a coyness that was almost luring. His red eyes examined her with curiosity as if he was waiting for a particular reaction when she did not give it, he looked ahead to the forest across the stream.
“What did you want?” She said pointedly. Ghoul was not trying to be rude but she could tell on his face that question was not said as smoothly as she intended.
“I am just trying to enjoy the companion of my favorite companion and maybe bask in,” He paused for a moment clearly looking for the right word within his mind, “the beautiful nature.”
Ghoul gave a light huff of a laugh she was not born yesterday even if compared to the longevity of life Astarion lived made it feel that way.
“Sounds like Halsin is rubbing off on you, perhaps that’s a good thing.” She gave him a subtle smirk to tease him a bit more.
“There are others ways I’d like him to rub off on me.” His voice was low and Ghoul noticed the excitement in his eyes from the thought. She rolled her eyes at him and waved her hand to signal a whatever. “What? I know I am not the only one whose eyes catch the giant elf. Don’t act so prudish now.”
“I didn’t object, did I?”
“Not with your words, no.” Astarion was now sitting beside Ghoul on the sandy bank with her. She had slowly dipped her bare feet into the cool water and it stung at first before slowly relaxing her muscles. He had followed suit though it was clear he was not enjoying the cool water as much as her.
“Tell me,” She begun as she leaned back onto the palms of her hands to get a better look at the stars. “What are you going to do after all of this is over?”
“My, my, what a question, dear.” His index finger rested on his lip as he pondered Ghoul’s question. The silence from it was starting to make it feel like he would never answer but she remained patient.
“Live freely, revel in debauchery, continue my existence for as long as I can.” He finally answered not looking directly at her. His eyes seemed wistful, yearning perhaps. Ghoul nodded softly taking in his answer. It sounded honest enough for him and she was not going to claim he was lying to her outright. She never knew where she stood with the vampire so on occasion when he seemed to bare himself to her, she was cautious of what he was telling her. She was no saint by any means and she also never spoke the full truth. There were just some things better left in the past of unsaid.
“You?” He leaned in a little closer now, his eyes fixed on her neck and she had a feeling she knew what he was thinking.
“Assuming I don’t die.” She started bluntly and there was a spilt second where a flash of concern or maybe fear appeared on Astarion���s face but she continued. “Perhaps if enough gold were to be made on this journey I can attempt to live in the city, properly this time.”
“Properly?” His eyebrow raised at her statement and she could hear in his voice that he was both dumbfounded and skeptical of what she was saying.
“Not living on the streets again.” She answered to alleviate some of the confusion. “Maybe I’ll just travel as a sword for hire.”
“Isn’t that what you are basically doing now?” Astarion sounded unamused by her answer and a tad disappointed, which now had her raising an eyebrow.
“I suppose.” She leaned up to straighten her back in hopes it would help her think better but in a quick movement she felt Astarion’s arm pull her closer.
“Don’t you ever dream of bigger things?” His voice was smooth, and his eyes pierced hers. Astarion's free hand lightly traced the line of her jaw and for a moment he looked enamored.
“Bigger things than Halsin?” She asked with a devilish smile. Ghoul knew what he was really asking but she was not ready to admit to herself or to him that she never thinks too far ahead. There were always consequences when she did. He snorted at her after she killed the moment and released her from his grasp. She gave him a look that was not necessarily disapproving but perhaps mixed with a disappointment. Ghoul realized she had enjoyed the close contact, but her pride would not allow her to give in to reach for more.
Tagging: @bearlytolerant @ellstersmash @staticpallour @spookyspecterino @lisa-and-shadow @therealgchu @the-californicationist
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avof | mj june | ch 23
as voted for by my followers here! i tried to hit all three of the most voted: gay, kiss, and dark/spooky. hope i deliviered!
taglist and text version under the cut!
Danny kneels in front of the couch where Helio sits slumped, rubbing and rotating his swollen wrists. He jolts with surprise as Danny’s hand presses against his bare chest, pushing him to lean further against the sofa.
“Sit up straight.”
Helio obliges, but as he tries to sit up against the back of the sofa, he grunts and a hand instinctively reaches for his wound.
Danny catches the hand before it covers the injury, gently pulling it away. He can see the wound clearer, no longer half covered by Helio’s hunched torso. It’s deep, at least one rib is cracked (if not broken) from where the bullet penetrated, which would explain the shaky breathing.
The only reason he’s conscious is because he’s a werewolf and his body is trying to heal itself—but it can’t because the silver bullet remains deep inside. The skin on the outside has healed over it, but the inside is still raw, and if the rib did heal itself, it must not have healed in the proper place.
Danny has had decent medical training throughout his many, many identities, but shouldn’t remove a bullet without any tools. The daggers hidden on his person aren’t ideal. But what would be ideal, and humane, would be general anesthesia.
“What’s wrong?” Lara asks, moving into Danny’s peripheral vision.
“Yeah, Doc?” Helio’s joking doesn’t disguise the worry in his eyes.
Mortals need answers for things before they allow you to poke and prod, even when there are none to give. “I want to see if you have silver poisoning.”
Helio’s brows furrow. “How do you do that?”
Danny meets his eyes grimly.
“Oh… you have to drink my blood.”
“Or open your wound back up,” Danny offers.
Helio fidgets. “No, no. Drinking is fine.”
Danny pulls down his mask so Helio can see his smirk.
The last time they saw each other, Helio broke up with him in front of Brad. The last thing Helio said to him was it’s over. Despite that, though, his sickly pale cheeks flush.
“Don’t get excited,” Danny teases.
Helio tries to glare, but it’s weak. “Shut up.”
Danny notices the phoenix’s heart rate behind him jump.
Taking Helio’s hand from his lap, Danny lays a brief kiss on his thumb before a fang clicks. It breaks the skin, thin as a paper cut, enough for a few drops of blood to absorb onto his tongue. A little bitterness, but mostly sweet, but with a strong metallic aftertaste that shouldn’t be there.
His eyes darken as he pulls away, but doesn’t let go of Helio’s hand.
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Rhythm Doctor Fic Recommendations
it's come to my attention that not a lot of people know about the RD fic scene. i'm here to change that with my list of RD Fic Recs ✨
please keep in mind that this list isn't super extended - as i write this post there are barely 42 fics in the tag 💀 there are very very skilled writers in this community, so i'm taking the opportunity to give them time in the spotlight! read below the cut for fic recommendations!
these are just a few of the fics i've read through and thoroughly enjoyed. please go give the writers some love and leave some comments on their work, especially the incomplete ones!!!
Coffee Break by @rendekobora/ReneeDekobora2042: (Rated G, Cocole centric, 2,575 words; Completed)
Cole has snuck out of the hospital again to see Nicole during work, but he plans to tell her more than just his decreased coffee intake. Or, at least he hopes he will.
Mic Check by @rendekobora/ReneeDekobora2042: (Rated G, Cocole centric, 4,042 words; Completed)
Nicole agrees to meet with Cole one night at the hospital after work. He never said why, but she isn't going to complain about spending time with him.
it is a lovely day at middlesea hospital, and you are a horrible cockatiel by Visjex: (Rated G, fluff, 504 words; Completed)
based on 3-1 sleepy garden, which is my favourite level :D i wrote this at 1am in a sleepy fervor and then never looked at it again
here, have some fluff
Clipboard Notes by @emphasis-on-the-oopsie/SnowyShipsLogicality: (Rated G, Paian centric, fluff, 3,425 words; Completed)
“Ian I know I should’ve finished this write-up during my shift but I am straight up going to die from exhaustion, can you write it up please you are very sweet and handsome”
A series of clipboard notes Ian and Ada wrote to each other
Ramen and Eggs by @emphasis-on-the-oopsie/SnowyShipsLogicality: (Rated G, Paian centric, domestic fluff, 544 words; Completed)
After a long shift, Ada goes home to Ian cooking dinner for her
Strings of Love by @rendekobora/ReneeDekobora: (Rated G, Cocole centric, 2,356 words; Completed)
Nicole agrees to give Hailey some guitar lessons so she can write a song, but their lesson gets interrupted by someone that she doesnt want to see her play.
Another Roast to Brew by kabii: (Rated Teen, Cocole centric, 6,944 words; Currently marked incomplete)
It's been five and a half years since her romance blossomed within the sterile walls of a hospital. Six of those months, had been spent married to the man she fell for-- Cole Brew, the love of her life.
And boy was it heaven.
And then she was told that she was expecting.
Art Exercise by cucumbet: (Rated G, Lucky centric, 3,237 words; Completed)
A few nights into his stay, Lucky is having a particularly rough time. He can't get himself out of his own shoulder, but you can always trust Lucia to do it for you. Just, maybe in the most Lucia-way possible.
Phantasmo Crescendo by Emo-Bunny-1317: (Rated Teen, contains elements of Miner Scales, Paian, and Cocole. RDPossessionAU. Clocking in at 8,943 words at the time of this post; Currently marked Incomplete)
It came without warning. It spread rapidly. Nobody knows why they're here. Nobody knows what they want. All Dr. Ian knows for sure is that there's no way on earth he's getting paid enough to deal with this.
(Possession AU fic inspired by @possessable on tumblr. Hough.)
water from your broken iris fell towards the floor by skitterskatter: (Not Rated. Contains major character death and grief, Cocole centric. 1,632 words; Complete)
better known by its codename 'Crab'. if you read this in 2021 hiiiii i recently found the doc for it:3 and also this was, in fact, written in 2021 so if you have any problems with the writing it's not my problem anymore
the result of asking myself "ok but what if cole died?" that is all you need to know
Rhythm Doctor Possession AU Snippets by @possessable: (Rated G, what it says on the tin. 521 words at the time of this post; Marked Incomplete)
i do not know how to use this site or what i'm doing, Possession AU Be Upon Ye. i don't know if i should explain here what's going on but basically , as the name suggests, it's "What If everyone in The Hospital Got Possessed (Except For Ian, Inexplicably)"
also everyone has different types of possession/is affected differently but i think that would take too long to detail in an ao3 summary. i post about this more on my tumblr (possessable) (mostly shitpost doodles) under the tag ''rdpossessionau'' if you want more context
ඞ a better name than that (rdau) by Gh0stless: (Rated T, Paian centric, Among Us AU. 5,316 words at the time of this post; Marked Incomplete)
(OLDDDDD and VERY unfinished!!!)
Im working on the title bare with me.
This is an among us au for Rythm Doctor idc if its cannon to among us or not im just being silly goofy and like these characters in space.
I KNOW I SAID ILL WRITE A PART TWO OF MY LTAA AU BUT AMONG USSSS AUGH
anyways this was just a fun little au based on a joke me and a friend have lmao
additionally, here are some of the written works I've made for rhythm doctor.
A Little TLC (Tumblr mirror) by angelictactics: (Rated T, Doctor Trio-centric, can be read as polyrhythmcule. Slice of life, fluff. 4,524 words; Completed)
Ada and Ian have been overworking themselves again. The Intern decides to help out.
Palpitations (Tumblr mirror) by angelictactics: (Rated T, polyrhythmcule centric, Coworkers to lovers. 6,915 words; Completed)
If a god truly exists, he hates Ada Paige specifically.
(Ada has a dream, The Intern learns about themself, and Ian is just trying to survive.)
Artificial Arrhythmia (Tumblr mirror to come) by angelictactics: (Rated T, Intern centric, hurt/comfort, near death experience, polyrhythmcule elements. 8,960 words; Completed)
Something's wrong with the Intern.
Winterizing (Tumblr mirror) by angelictactics: (Rated T, Slice of life, domestic fluff, Intern centric, polyrhythmcule and cocole elements. 5,038 words; Completed)
(verb) to make ready for winter or winter use
The Intern goes to buy donuts. Their partners sleep in.
#rhythm doctor#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#writers spotlight#my writing#if any of these authors would prefer i don't tag their tumblr blogs please let me know! same goes for the opposite :3
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@micheladee tagged me in the "post a couple paragraphs of your WIP" share-a-thon, so figured I'd go through my Word docs and see what I could find - thank you so much for the tag, Michela :)
Truth be told, if y'all will allow me to vent a bit first... it's been a bit of a shitter these last couple years, especially wrt getting any sort of writing done. Never mind with fics (of which I feel awful I've barely started anything new, even the WIP below is from last year) - but I've also been trying to finally write a novel of my own after realising I really, really want to... and the words just aren't coming. Whether it's because of fear of ridicule, fear of failure, fear of not being good enough, fear of financial stresses, fear of whatever... it's been really fucking rough since my spouse and I moved cross-country, and I've def been feeling ashamed at my lack of creative output :(
On the bright side, I'm getting some help with therapy and I'm doing a couple workshops to get me back into the swing of being creative so that I can tackle the work-life balance and not feel like the entirety of my (and my spouse's) survival rests squarely on my shoulders. Whether that means I'll be able to post any new work soon is up for debate, but honestly just taking these baby steps is better than nothing, so I'll take what I can get (and my body + mind can give).
And I know there's no "admission fee" to partake in fandom, but I still feel I'd be remiss if I didn't offer a huge apology for not positing fics recently, and especially for not commenting on fics y'all have made in these last several months - please believe me when I say I see y'all's work and it's great and makes me feel so many necessary things, even if I'm not able to type the words on AO3 atm.
Anyhow, just wanted to share an update with y'all and let you know I'm still here, still alive... just taking it one day at a time for now in order to keep my sanity strong!
Enjoy this little snippet of a WIP below, and I tag whoever so chooses to participate in this game - even if I'm quiet, I love seeing everything you lovely people write :D
When he was thrust back to reality in his own body, there was the usual disorientation that was to be expected of someone summoned through the dark arts. After all, if the infamous Thief King from 3,000 years ago had existed as a separate being before, there was no reason Malik’s other half couldn’t, too.
Except… Ryou Bakura hadn’t exactly planned for this extra passenger to crawl his way back from the shadows alongside the former spirit.
And what “Malik’s other half” – the phrase enough to make said individual gag – definitely hadn’t expected was for such confusion to be tainted by a profound sadness… one that had permeated his entire being for the last six months.
Or however long it had been.
Malik had gotten what he’d wanted, Ryou had gotten what he wanted, the Thief King had kind of gotten what he wanted – and all that “Malik’s other half” had gotten was a sense of displacement, dysmorphia and disdain.
“You know… he’s welcome to stay here, Malik.”
“You weren’t conscious during that damned duel fifteen years ago, host. Just be glad you weren’t privy to his cruelty firsthand.”
“He’s right, Ryou. You’ve done enough already. There’s no need to put yourself in more danger.”
“But there’s not much harm he can do now. I mean—"
“I can hear you all.”
Three pairs of eyes had greeted him when he’d first turned over on a – soft – bed. His hands had been bound, and he’d growled and snarled so much that he’d made Malik and the Thief King back up – but not the white-haired man in-between them.
“You probably have lots of questions right now. And…” The blush that formed on the man’s cheeks had sent a – strange – shiver down his spine, warming his bound wrists. “I’m sorry I don’t have many answers.”
He had merely hmphed at that, avoiding eye contact with his “main personality” and the thief who’d dared face him. Instead, he focused on the wide eyes of the man who must have been called—
“Ryou… it’s no use. We need to send him back before he does some real damage again.”
“Snap out of it, landlord. Just look at how he’s staring at you.”
But the man – Ryou – had just tilted his head and let loose a very small smile.
“What’s your name?”
#yami malik#yami marik#malik ishtar#marik ishtar#thief king bakura#thief king#ryo bakura#ryou bakura#deathshipping#ygo#yugioh#yu-gi-oh#my work#text
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for jas x jake… anything related to jealousy. could be from jas or from jake! (i’m a slut for these two okay)
My darling, Elle, thank you for participating in blurb night. I, too, am a slut for Jas and Jake, but it turns out I'm not great at writing jealousy. I hope you enjoy this, regardless.
jealousy, jealousy
SUMMARY: Jake meets the green-eyed monster when some guy hits on Jas.
WARNINGS: Alcohol consumption, one mention of oral (m receiving)
WORD COUNT: 0.6k
It started with an old-fashioned.
Jas walked into the bar, making everyone turn their head to look. How could they not?
She’d gone straight to the bar to order a drink, and Jake handed his cue stick off to Coyote. He’d taken all but one step away from the pool table when some dark-haired guy sauntered up to Jas at the bar.
Jas had smiled, laughed, leaned in closer, and it really shouldn’t be a big deal. Jas had chemistry with everyone, but it was the drink Penny placed on the bar in front of her that really threw him.
An old-fashioned.
Jas never paid for her own old-fashioned.
Jake snatched the cue stick back from Coyote and lined up a shot, making a point of ignoring the shared glances between the rest of the squad.
It got worse as the night progressed. The guy kept buying drinks for Jas, and Bob refused to answer when Jake tried to pry him for information after he returned from the bar with a refill of peanuts.
“Don’t crush your bottle,” Phoenix said when he joined her, Coyote and Bob after he lost a round of pool to Rooster. “And don’t burn a hole in the back of Jas’ head. I like her more than I like you.”
He looked across the table at Phoenix on the other side of the booth and then at his white knuckles gripping the beer in his hand. “You’re funny,” he said, loosening his hold on the bottle.
“Wasn’t trying to be,” she muttered, taking a sip from her own beer.
His eyes shifted back to the bar. Jas didn’t appear the least bit uncomfortable when the guy’s lips came dangerously close to her ear.
Jake pushed his half-empty bottle towards the center of the table. “I’m getting another,” he announced, motioning for Coyote to get out of the booth to let him out.
“Hangman,” he warned.
“Javy,” he drawled, his eyes boring into those of his best friend. “Get out.”
Coyote sighed, slipping out of the booth to let him exit. He didn’t comment on the fact that Jake hadn’t finished his current drink. “Don’t do anything stupid,” he said, knowing it was a futile attempt where Jas was involved.
Jake rolled his eyes. He headed for the bar, coming up beside Jas, but he didn’t acknowledge her.
“Seresin,” she greeted. In his periphery, he saw the guy’s hand on her bare thigh and Jake wanted to throttle him.
“Doc,” he said. “Penny, dear, can I get a whiskey? Neat.”
He turned to Jas, whose brow raised slightly in a surprised expression. He looked at the guy’s dark hair and brown eyes, and wondered what made Jas let him touch her like that.
“I thought I told you not to call me that.”
Jake smirked, leaning down so his face was level with hers. He stared directly into her sharp blue eyes that looked like the stormy sea in this light. “You didn’t seem to mind when you were under me this morning.”
Jas narrowed her eyes.
The nameless guy removed his hand, standing from his seat and excused himself. Jake’s mouth turned upward. Success.
Jas rose from her seat, standing chest to chest with Jake. “I don’t recall you calling me Doc,” she said, her voice dropping low so only he could hear, “when I sucked you off this morning.”
The confident smile fell from his face as Penny placed a whiskey glass in front of him.
Jas tapped his cheek. “See you around, Seresin,” she whispered with a crooked grin and wandered off to the bathroom, leaving Jake to try to hide his growing hard on.
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FFF~ Day 7
♡Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader (f)
♡Genre: Smut with no plot :)
♡Au: prisoner (inspired by the movie Spiderhead)
♡Word Count: 1,720
♡Warnings: aphrodisiac, dub con, hate sex, rough sex, breast manhandling, penetrative sex (no barrier), creampie, m and f orgasm
♡Rated: 18+ MDNI
♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Auralism, CS | Next Day~ Degradation, JWY
♡Dedication~@downtoamagicalland & @mejuii the unholy trinity beta team
New World prison wasn’t like the typical state prisons. First of all, it was privately funded. Secondly, it was a prison where a certain pharmaceutical company tested their experimental drugs. The prisoners, in exchange for freer living, agreed to be the test subjects of said drugs. Each prisoner sported a small pack that sent the drugs directly into their system.
You, having been a prisoner there for almost a year now, had experienced most of the drugs. The rage-induced one was a bit of a blur, but the way that the room you had been locked in was beyond damaged and you came to panting,it indicated you had a very satisfying ‘tantrum’. The drug that produced sadness had you crying over the smallest things but also dragged out your deepest despairs.
But each time you had been tested, you had been in a room alone. Today, you were in a room with another prisoner and you weren’t happy about it.
Park Seonghwa, the lead scientist, leaned forward to turn on the mic and speak into it. “Prisoner Number Seven, you don’t look very happy to be here.”
“I’m not happy to be in a room with Jongho,” You clarified, derision coating your tongue.
Jongho scoffed in the chair beside you. “The feeling is mutual.”
Seonghwa took some notes. “I see. Would you say there is no love lost between you two?”
Jongho’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and anger. “She thinks she owns the place!”
“I really hope you’re not getting us to test the anger drug, Doc, because I might do some irreparable damage to this bitch,” You snorted.
“Irreparable?” Jongho shouted, getting to his feet, “I’d tear you in half with my bare hands?”
Seonghwa turned the mic on again. “Prisoner Sixty, please sit down.”
Jongho sat down but not without sending a glare your way. “What are we doing here, Seonghwa?”
Seonghwa was busy behind his glass in the opposite office writing something on a notepad. Nonetheless, he pressed his button to turn on the mic and answered. “If I tell you, Prisoner Sixty, then that would defeat the purpose.”
" 'Kay, then, what are we waiting for?" You demanded. You did not want to spend one more minute with Jongho than you had to.
"One final question," Seonghwa looked you then Jongho in the eye, "Given the chance, would you fuck each other?"
"Hell no," You and Jongho answered at the same time.
Seonghwa grinned, and it was a combination of excitement, curiosity and a hint of maliciousness. "Do you both consent to the administration of the drug and to all consequences that follow?"
You and Jongho nodded tightly.
"Then let the testing begin."
You heard the woosh of the drug being administered and gripped the chair arms. You expected perhaps fear this time. There was a tingle in your skin and you anticipated your adrenaline to spike. Instead, you felt your underwear flood and your nipples tighten.
"How do you feel, Prisoner Sixty?" Seonghwa inquired.
"No difference whatsoever," Jongho replied through gritted teeth.
You began to pant like a bitch in heat and pushed your legs together. That definitely didn't help things. You yelped at the sudden pleasure that gave you and Jongho’s eyes rolled your way. He looked fearful. Did he have a different drug than you?
"This doesn't work if you don't answer truthfully, Prisoner Sixty," Seonghwa reminded him.
"Does she have to be here?" Jongho whined and you frowned at him.
"You did indicate that you were heterosexual on your preferences, did you not? Perhaps I need to up the dosage if you're not feeling anything--"
"No! No. That's not necessary," Jongho insisted.
"Then please answer the question again," Seonghwa encouraged.
"Doc," You whimpered. Your pussy was practically tingling with anticipation of getting fucked. The doctor was actually quite handsome and his sugary sweet voice was doing things to you.
"Prisoner Sixty," Seonghwa snapped with frustration. It made your spine go ramrod straight, even though the tone wasn't directed towards you.
"It's taking everything in me not to rip off all her clothes and fuck her sweet tight pussy like it deserves," Jongho admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
"The fuck, Jongho?" You demanded. Your eyes went straight to his lap, however, and you saw he was sporting a raging hardon in his sweats.
"Like you aren't dripping right now, bitch," Jongho cursed at you. "If I was anyone else, you'd probably be grinding up against my dick, begging for me to take you."
"Prisoners, let me remind you that none of this is being recorded and we encourage all the test subjects to follow through with any and all urges that the drug prompts," Seonghwa intoned. He raised his eyebrows as if to say 'well? I'm waiting'.
"We will never speak of this EVER," You emphasized.
"Agreed," Jongho said.
There was no flurry of clothes discarded, simply, pushing the clothing out of the way. Your shorts and underwear were moved to the side, your bra and sweater tugged up to your neck. Jongho kept all his clothes on except his sweats were down to reveal thick thighs that you had never noticed before. Jongho got distracted by your breasts, and started to manhandle them immediately. You moaned wantonly and arched your back to thrust more of them into his eager hands.
"Fuck these tits are everything," Jongho said in small wonder.
"Be more rough with them, god, didn't you threaten to split me in half earlier?" You complained.
Jongho squeezed and pinched and pulled and you cried out. "I'll split you in half with my dick," he mumbled before sucking a hickey on the swell of one of your tits.
"Not gonna happen if you're not inside of me, at all, Jongho," You said in a snippy tone.
"Well stop pushing your boobs into my mouth and maybe I'll get to it!" Jongho frowned and then sucked hard on a nipple, bringing almost half of your boob into his mouth. His teeth pressed down on the sensitive skin. Your hands went to both his shoulders to grab onto something.
"Fuck me or leave my tits alone!" You argued. "Now is not the time to see if I'm one of those girls who can come by having their tits played with."
Jongho looked up at you in fascination. "Some girls can come by having their tits played with?" He echoed you.
You rolled your eyes. "Dick. In. Side. Me. Now!" You barked.
"Hold your horses," Jongho grumbled, "I haven't sucked on a good pair of tits in a while, okay? Fuck me."
The both of you groaned in unison as Jongho sunk into you. His hands gripped your ass, preparing to guide you up and down on his cock. The noise of skin slapping against skin permeated the room. Jongho was soon flexing his pelvic muscles so you could bounce on him more efficiently.
“Fuck, I knew your pussy was sweet for me,” Jongho moaned. His eyes were glued to where his cock continued to disappear inside of you. “You’re so fucking wet, I bet you could fit two dicks inside of you easily.”
“Jongho!” You scolded him, “How come your mouth can run so much when you should be focusing on fucking me.”
Jongho grinned up at you, cocky and confident at the same moment. “I’m just that good, Baby.”
You frowned at the nickname but then moaned when his cock hit your g-spot. “Oh god, just like that, please, I wanna scream when I come, harder, Jongho, harder.”
Jongho did exactly that, speeding up his pace as well. The two of you were a moaning wreck, focused on nothing but the meeting of your bodies so that the both of you could come. Well, Jongho was still watching your boobs bounce in front of his face, trying to figure out how he could suck on them and fuck you like you wanted. But the fucking won out.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Your breathy cries only spurred him on until he remained deep inside of you. Your cunt spasmed around him and you shut your eyes closed, not wanting to see his dumb face when he came. And come hard Jongho did, with a quiet grunt and his fingernails digging deep into the flesh of your ass. He came so much that his cum slowly began to drip out of your stuffed hole and down his balls.
But that wasn’t the end.
When the drug finally ran its course through both of your systems, you had lost count of the amount of times Jongho had ejaculated inside of you and on you. Your orgasm count was lost between flashes of tongue and fingers. The high of being so fucking horny had consumed your pride. Embarrassment and anger washed through you and then you realized… Seonghwa had been there observing the entire time.
You quickly rearranged your clothes, glancing at the window where Seonghwa sat. His head was down, his hand zooming across his page in note taking. You were the least of his concerns, it seemed.
“Doc? Can we leave now? Unlock the doors please?” You raised your voice to get his attention.
Seonghwa snapped out of it, but his eyes were unfocused and his cheeks were pink. “Ah. Yes. Certainly. Thank you.”
You sent him an uncertain look but when you heard the locks click, you made your way out of the room. You really didn’t want to--
“Hey!” Jongho shouted at you, taking a jog to catch up.
“Jongho,” You shook your head, “I thought we agreed to never talk about this outside of that room?”
Jongho pressed his pretty pink lips together. Wait, pretty? “I know but…”
“But what?” You snapped in irritation.
“I can’t help but think about your tits. I want them bouncing in my face again. I--” Jongho shook his head, cutting himself off, “I think there’s some side effects to the drugs that we don’t know about yet.”
You sighed. You had a feeling Jongho was right. After all, wasn’t lust and love two sides of the same coin, with a small edge separating them?
“Fine. When I’m done with my supper duties, you can come to my room. But be discreet about it, alright? And don’t mark me up next time! I hate that shit.”
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Hurting Angel - Chapter Two 🐞🥹
Crowley x Reader
A/N: Hey my bugsies, for some kind of reason I just love writing about Crowley, I hope you all enjoy it just as much 🐞🥰
Side Note: Thanks for all the love and support 🐞🥰🩷🧡❤️
Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood and medical equipment, some light swearing, punching, mentions of weapons if anything else let me know.🥰🐞
''What was that noise?'' he demanded
As the man walks closer towards his bodyguards, he sees the car, with the woman inside, her face on the steering wheel, blood streaming down her side, lifting a brow ''well are you two just going to stand there, or remove the woman from the car?''
''Sorry boss!'' he mumbled, the two remove the woman gently from the vehicle, thinking the injuries she sustained, is from the car crash, they drag her onto the grass.
Glancing at the woman's body, kneeling down to check for a pulse, she's breathing, but barely, scanning over her body, her skin color is pale, some open gashes on her face, her body covered in what looks like a comforter, the left side is drenched in blood, his fingers slowly unravels the comforter from her, exposing the sowed up gash, blood coming from the wound, let's him know its, not older than a few hours maybe.
Removing his black tailored suit jacket, applying pressure, his voice bitter, ''You minion'' showing towards the shorter bodyguard ''get Doctor Pierce, on the phone, tell him its urgent'' cocking his head towards the taller guy, ''You clear the dining room table''
''But Sir, shouldn't we call 911'' he stutters
''I said now, fool!'' he sneered
He cradle's the woman in his arms gently, carrying her towards the dining room table, placing her down softly, still applying pressure, he feels her body moving underneath his hands, he's voice low ''lay still love'' hearing her whine and whimper, ''I know your in pain, help is coming soon'' observing her face, the color around her plum lips, turning slight bluish, her eyes, half way open, but tired, trying to soothe the pain she must be in, he thumbs away the stray tear running down her cheek.
The rising and falling off her chest is getting slower and slower, till there's no movement in sight anymore. ''Where the hell is the doctor'' he shouts, ordering one of the men to hold pressure on the wound as he starts chest compressions, he does not stop despite the sound off her ribs cracking underneath his hands.
Not taking sight of the older man entering his house, finding his way towards the dining room table, the things that man has seen, the wounds he healed, the bullets he removed, the men he couldn't save, always on stand by for the devil, of course he'll complain about it, but in all honesty this man, everyone believes to be so evil, gave him purpose again. Walking towards in he surely didn't expect a woman laying on the table and Crowley administering CPR. Jumping right into action, ordering the men to unpack everything, all while scolding them, for not explaining the whole situation on the phone.
What seems like hours, he finally stabilized the woman, after doing a life blood transfusion from Crowley to the woman, luckily he's blood group is 'O' which makes him a universal blood donor. Removing the gloves from his hands, shaking his head, ''The fact that there's people in this world that will purposely butcher people to make money, sickens me'' his voice revealing the frustration.
''Hey Doc, how is she,?'' his voice tight
''Truly only time will tell, I can't simply give you a straight answer, there's a chance that the wound might get infected and she'll need to take immunosuppressant's for quite a while, hoping it works well, she'll live a normal life with just one kidney, but there can be complications.'' he sighs
Mumbling underneath his breath ''when I get ahold off these animals I will unleash all hell on them'' his eyes darker than normal.
A half-smile on the doctors face ''I will get the required medication she needs tomorrow''
''Thanks Doc, you will will be well reimbursed for everything'' he confirmed
''The only payment I need is for her to get well again,'' he announced
The two men sat at her bedside, not really saying anything, just keeping an eye on the fragile human being, hoping she pulls through. Every now and then the Crime Boss gets up and walks around making calls arranging that the car she came with, will be destroyed, as well as phoning all his contacts, so that he can figure out what organization or syndicate is into organ trafficking, its his streets and there are damn rules the people around him needs to stick too. No human or organ trafficking is allowed.
Opening her eyes, turning her head to the sunrays, pushing threw the opening in the thick dark blue curtains, the windows is gigantic, her head is spinning, not fully comprehending where she's at, glancing down, her body is tugged underneath a thick blanket, removing her arms slowly, something pulls at her skin, focusing on her hand now, inspecting the needle that's inserted into a vein, that's attached to a tube-like cable, going up the way to a drip, with her free hand she removes the blanket exposing her body in an oversized buttoned up shirt, there's cables that's sticking to her chest, glaring over to the side off the bed, there's monitors, with readings of heart beats per minute, what looks like blood pressure and something else.
Still a little hazy, she tries to remember what happened, and like waves it come crashing to her, the bar, the bathtub with ice, the open gash on her side, the car she stole, the crash, and then the men with guns, by now, the alarms on the monitors are alerting everyone that her blood pressure is skyrocketing, her stomach is turning, her breathing rapid, she pulls at the chords, removing it, from her chest, then tugs at the needle in her hand, quickly sliding out of the queen size bed, the oversized shirt, hanging loosely over her thighs, tiptoeing through the room, until she comes in front of the wooden door, she hears fast paced footsteps coming closer, searching in the room for something, to her left she sees a vase, grabbing ahold of it, she stands against the wall, as soon as the door opens, she hits the back of a grey man's head.
Not wasting anymore time, she starts running, the adrenaline too much, to think about the pain, she needs to get away, not a single clue of where to go, she runs down the stairs, hoping to find the way out, to find safety. Her feet brushes the last step, tilting her head to the right , there's what seems like to be a dining room and then towards her left, there it is, the big entry way, double wooden doors, she takes off towards the door, but all of the sudden she feels strong arms grabbing ahold off her from the back, a British accent that leaves her cold.
''Where do you think your going?'' he questioned
Her voice throaty ''Let me go you freak''
''Calm the hell down, and I just might'' he expressed
A muscle in her jaw tightened as she gritted her teeth. ''Fine''
He let her down easy, afraid to hurt her. She turns around taking in the man, his hair dark, his eyes even darker, and without any warning she balls a fist, punching him in the jaw. He doesn't even stumble backwards, instead he smiles, as he licks off the drop off blood that formed on his lips, shocked she balls her fists again, before she could punch him again, he grabs ahold off her wrists, his voice, husky, ''Is this the thanks I get for saving your life love''
Her eyes wide, her breath shaky. ''For all I know you have some hero complex, first you butcher me, then save me, and then you keep me alive as part of a sick game.''
A giggle escapes his lips, ''Aren't you a clever one''
''Let me go, and I won't call the cops, I have people looking for me, so it'd be better for you if you let me go'' she demanded
''Oh love, lets face it, no-one is looking for you, you've been here for four days, and there's no missing person reports, of anyone matching your description.'' he hissed
Her eyes wells up with tears, ''W...what do you mean four days?''
''The doctor can explain why, but yes four days'' his voice low
Tears running down her face, ''You need to let me go, my daughter s...she's probably thinks I abandoned her, please just let me go, I won't report it.''
The sadness and fear in her eyes, gives him a sharp pain in his chest, his voice, soft and low ''Let the doctor check you out first please, then we can go get your daughter'' he lets go of her wrists.
''No, I'm not coming back here, and I'm definitely not bringing my daughter here.'' she exclaimed
''Listen I understand why you might feel I'm the bad guy, but I'm not, not entirely anyway'' he smirked
Before she could say anything else, she feels a pinch of a needle in her neck, making her limbs go numb. Before she crashes to the ground, the British man with his dark eyes catches her. The last thing she heard was the man letting out laugher as he said, ''she's got you good Doc'' before everything went dark.
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Wash flicked a few random switches before standing up and stretching, his back cracking.
"I'm gonna go and make some tea. You want some?" he asked, glancing at Simon who was sitting in the co-pilot chair, fiddling with what was beginning to look like an origami dinosaur.
Simon hummed distractedly, carefully folding a corner back over.
Shaking his head with a fond smile, the pilot clattered down to the galley, whistling a song that's been stuck in his head for the past week.
He put on the kettle and pulled an old battered tea tin out of the cupboard, riffling through the large selection of teas Inara had bought last time they were on planet.
Plopping bags of Rooibos tea into two chipped mugs, he absent-mindedly put the empty packets in his pocket, running a finger over the beautifully embossed front. Simon could probably fold something out of them.
Just before the kettle could go off, Wash pulled it off the stove and poured the boiling water into the mugs, cursing quietly when some of it splashed on him, burning him.
There was a clang on the metal grill behind him and he turned, the mugs held carefully in front of him.
"Don't worry, doc', I'm almost-"
He looked up and into the barrel of a gun.
"-done. Ta ma de."
The gun holder stalked closer, a handkerchief hiding most of her face.
"Uhm, hi?" Wash said awkwardly, holding the mugs out in front of him, "Oh and, just so by the way, who the diyu are you? And what are you doing on my ship?"
"Where are they?" she asked, her eyes hard.
"They who?" He brightened. "The Captain? Bad luck, they just left-"
"The fugitives."
She pointed the gun at his chest, her finger on the trigger and murder in her eyes and Wash did the only thing he could think of.
Throwing the very full mugs of extremely hot tea at her, Wash grabbed the half full kettle, ignoring her scream, and swung at her. She fell to the floor, hitting her head on the counter on the way down. The bounty hunter was dead before she even hit the floor.
Wash put the dented kettle down, his heart beating in his throat and only one thought on his mind, the song forgotten.
Running to the cockpit, hoping she had been the only one, he barely made it out of the galley before something hit him from behind and everything went black.
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Author's note-
I love writing Wash & Simon friendship fics so I hope y'all enjoyed this one. The origami thing is a mini headcanon + longer fic I'm working (if you want to know more please let me know!)
And I'm sorry that this is late and that it's not really well written, I've written it in about 30 minutes without obsessively going over it about 20 times because things have been hectic lately.
Love you all and thanks for all the likes/reblogs so far <3 You Browncoats have really been making my month so far
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I’ve been spiraling a bit over Yeet and Killa, and the slightest encouragement from the incredible @taaalia has given me the motivation to get back to the writing table. Thank you dear, this one’s for you <3
This drabble is part of my fic ‘you’d bleed just to know (you’re alive)’, which is a nark rockstar AU. I might put it into one of the later chapters, but for now I wanted to share it here!
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The sound check had just wrapped, leaving the band with an hour to kill before the real action began. They were hanging out in the green room, trading stories. Nick was talking about how last time they’d been in Boston, Grant had given Yeet, Killa and him a half-assed tour of the city, which ended in them getting thoroughly lost in the streets of the North End. Yeet took over the conversation with a snort, describing how Grant had refused to admit defeat until after a full hour of aimless wandering.
Lark chuckled along, seemingly happy to hear how their mutual friend was doing. Once the story had reached its conclusion, he directed his attention to the siblings. “So, how exactly do you two know Grant? Did Nick introduce you?”
Killa gasped loudly at that question. Even from where he was sitting, Nick could see her eyes widen and light up like fireworks, and he instantly knew what was coming.
So did Yeet, horror dawning on him. “No,” he said quickly, holding out one hand as though he still stood any chance of stopping her. Too late; a big grin had broken out across Killa’s face.
“Have I got the ballad for you!” she said. With a bolt of energy that had been nowhere to be found while she had lazily lounged on Ellory’s lap, she catapulted herself off the couch. She grabbed Nick’s customized red fender from where it was resting against the wall and practically flung it towards him. Nick’s reflexes kicked in just in time, barely managing to prevent the instrument from a headlong collision with the floor.
“NO,” Yeet repeated sternly, but there was a crack of panic in his voice now, to which Killa merely responded with a delighted cackle.
“Nicky-boy, you know what to do,” Killa winked at him as she snatched an empty water bottle and leaped onto the couch. With theatrical flair, she held the plastic vessel in front of her mouth, using it as an imaginary microphone.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Yeet groaned, burying his face in his hands and sinking deeper into the cushions of his armchair. He seemed to have resigned himself to his fate. “Not this again.”
Nick flashed Yeet a sorry-not-sorry type of smirk, fished his lucky pick out of his pocket, and started strumming an intro he had played a thousand times before, the familiar melody filling the room. Ellory let out an amused cheer as the crisp notes rolled out while Lark raised both of his eyebrows in recognition of the song.
Undeterred by the dirt her Doc Martens had tracked onto the couch, Killa danced on the spot, her energy infecting every movement. Once the intro was over, she began to sing. Her voice was a little rough around the edges and her vocal range wasn’t the perfect match for this particular parody, but the confidence and utter joy with which she sang more than made up for it.
Yeet was a boy
Grant was a guy
Can I make it any more obvious?
Yeet was a punk
Grant did Fortnite
All so black-and-white
“This song sucks ass without a drum beat!” Yeet jeered while she was singing, having gotten over the initial stage of mortification. Nick knew from repeated experience that the upcoming stage was murderous vengeance. Killa cheerfully flipped him off while she continued the rest of the verse.
Grant wanted Yeet
Yeet’s straight as hell
Secretly Grant wished he was bi as well
His handsome friends
Thought it was whack
The guy just never cut himself some slack
Nick deftly changed the key for the chorus while Killa’s performance was slightly hindered by the fact that her brother had gotten to his feet and was now actively chasing her through the greenroom. Nevertheless, she persisted, if a little out of breath and too high-pitched from having to hold back a burst of manic giggles.
He was a straighter boy
He said see you later boy
I just do not swing that way
He had a pretty face
But Yeet had a female taste
He needed to come back down to— ahhh!!
She let out a loud cry as her brother had finally caught up to her. Yeet had pounced on her, the force of his momentum sending them sprawling to the ground. He covered her mouth with his hand and then let out a disgusted groan. Nick had been witness to enough of the siblings’ antics to understand that she’d immediately licked his hand in retaliation.
After a short scuffle, Killa managed to push her brother off her and stood up. Dusting off her tartan skirt with swift sweeps of her hands, she turned back to face the rest of the group, her expression radiant with pride while her curls hung wildly in front of her face. “My lyrical masterpiece ‘Str8er Boi’,” she proclaimed, taking a deep bow. She was met with a resounding applause from Nick, Ellory, and Lark.
“Remind me again why she isn’t our main songwriter?” Nick chuckled, setting his guitar aside.
“Because I’d quit,” Yeet grumbled, scrambling up as well. “And just for the record, Lark. That song is absolute slander.”
Killa rolled her eyes. “He came out as bi like a month after I wrote that song, just because he hoped I’d stop singing it.”
“I came out as bi because I got a boyfriend!”
“It’s alright, bro, you don’t have to pretend with me. You know I’d accept and support you exactly the way you are,” Killa said dramatically, draping her arms over her brother’s shoulders and putting all her weight on him. She took a deep breath, kept her face miraculously straight, and with extreme, exaggerated gravitas, she said: “Love is love.”
“Oh, fuck off,” Yeet replied and playfully pushed her away.
#dndads#dungeons and daddies#yeet bigly#killa demall#calamity's writing#you'd bleed just to know (you're alive)#i just love them#tal know that i am also 👀👀👀 about your earth au
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TW: Long vent, suicide mention, I'm gonna be very edgy and sad and the such so be prepared
I'm so, so guilty, so much, all of the time. I don't feel like I have the right to be sad or angry or anything alike, I feel like I've messed up everything already.
I'm just so consumed by anger. I've had countless people who've hurt me but it doesn't feel like I'm allowed to be upset about that because I've hurt people myself.
I used to gossip, like a lot. I would bully other people so much and I was a blunt, pompous jerk who believed I was better at writing than other people just because I took roleplaying and fanfiction way too seriously.
I said a lot of things that I shouldn't have, I got angry so much because of things that hurt me and I took it too far so much.
I've become better. I've healed from a lot of the things that plagued me when I was a dumb, arrogant barely-high schooler.
And yet I can't escape what I've done.
No matter how much I improve, no matter how much I try to convince people that I'm better now, and I'm doing my best to be a good person, my actions still resound.
I've literally had someone almost two and a half years older than me that they "handled me like plutonium". I had someone tell me when I vented to them about someone [curse word]talking me that the person was "sorry" and I should forgive them immediately for what they did, probably because I threw the first punch.
I was so young and I was weighed down by tonnes and tonnes of illness, insecurity, trauma and manipulation, no one even confronted me about what I did and praised me for my "rants" as if it was a positive attribute.
God bless one of my old friends who left a Google doc explaining in grave detail what I did wrong, I don't think I could've changed without him and realising I was no better than an ex-friend via an unrelated incident.
People still tell me how much I ruined them and changed them for the worse. Some of these people are years older than me.
It makes me not wanna live sometimes knowing what I've done, the guilt is so much but the anger is consuming and it's basically animating me to keep going so I don't give up those that I love. They don't deserve that.
I ruined my life aged fourteen. Everyday I'm dragged across concrete because of mistakes I made when I barely knew what insurance was.
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The Haunting of Camp-Halfblood, part three
For my own sanity I wish I could say this was the ending, but sadly I am writing another part for good measure. I am fighting my body as we speak wish me look.
Pairing: Poly!Solangelo x reader, Will Solace x Gn!Reader x Nico di Angelo
Request: My ex went “insert anon where’s the rest? on a fic that hasn’t been updated since 2019” in the google doc
Warnings: I did a little angst, as a treat. But also fluff!
Word Count: 1.6k
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-Asnyox
Will sighed impatiently. The three of you had been looking around camp for a few hours now, checking in and around cabins, but there was no sign of any ghosts. Even for Camp Half-blood, that was actually the norm most of the time. However, given that camp barely had a norm at this point, nor had demigod life, you had really hoped to find ghosts. The one time you are looking for anomalies, everything seems suspiciously normal.
You even double checked if your spell circle around camp was still intact, which it was. Nico had gone and looked at the campers in the dining hall, all still asleep. At this point, you knew who was missing, but where could they be?As the three of you stood at the edge of the strawberry fields, you felt the hope leave your body.
“What if they did manage to leave? They have Alabaster, who could probably break my spell easily.” You looked at both your boyfriends in worry, and they both seemed helpless themselves.
“Let’s take a break, just sit for a bit?” Will suggested, “Maybe we’ll come up with a plan, or perhaps the people in the dining pavilion will wake up.” You nodded and sat down, careful not to crush any plants except grass. Nico sat down opposite from you, your knees still touching, Will doing the same to the right of you, making a small circle. You felt the pain of walking around all day in your legs.
“How are you holding up, Nico?” You asked your boyfriend, he looked down before facing you, exhausting clear on his face.
“It takes a lot getting the ghosts out-,” he sighed, “But it is not as if we have a choice. I’ll hold on until we’re done,” he promised with a doubtful smile, you grabbed his hand trying to encourage him a little.
“Remember last year with the ghost shoot? Nico and I were freaking out about it.” Will smiled softly at the memory, “You were so close, and we were just longing to bring you between us,” Nico snorted
“Hence why we did not mind you getting sick from shadow travel,” he let out a short laugh, “We got to cuddle the whole night, definitely worth the dressing up.” You let out a half laugh, squeezing Nico’s hand.
“You also offered to summon some ghosts, are you sure you didn’t summon these?” you asked him teasingly and he softly hit your arm. He gasped dramatically.
“I would never do such a thing to interrupt our Mythomagic time,” Nico huffed and Will laughed.
“Uhuh, because you were so enthusiastic about teaching us,” he stated, smiling. Nico looked to the side.
“It’s just, a lot of memories are attached to the game, y’know.” He said looking back at Will and you. You purse your lips before letting go of his hand and giving him a quick hug.
“We know, sorry.” You apologized and as you let go from the hug, Nico grabbed your hand again.
“It’s fine,” he squeezed your hand and looked at Will, “I would like to get more happy memories with the game, with the two of you,” his smile held melancholy, as his eyes seemed teary. But you understood and nodded.
“We will,” you said determinedly, “But let’s first catch the last ghost!”
Nico might have been exhausted form the day thus far, but your determination somehow filled him with energy. He smiled, feeling lighter somehow. You stood up, he tried to follow, panic surging through him as he noticed his legs were restrained.
“Found you!” Miranda Gardiner’s voice rang out, followed by a laugh. Nico noticed that Will also could not get up, and as you tried to turn around, you fell to the ground, legs restrained by vines. A flicker of light caught his eyes – which widened as he realized what was happening.
“Will! The crystal!” Nico yelled out, but before Will could even react, the vine shattered the crystal. He suddenly heard your scream.
“Let- GO!” You tried to wrestle yourself out of Sherman’s arms. The son of Ares had a tight grip on you, even with one arm. He quickly got the two remaining crystals out of your pocket.
“These seem important,” He grinned, shattering both crystals with his bare hand, “Oops, sorry.” Sherman laughed, as he tightened his grip on you. You tried wrestling yourself out- but it was no good.
“Stop struggling, or I will break you and your boyfriends in half, filthy demi-scum,” he whispered in your ear, successfully freezing you in place. Your heart was beating rapidly, as you tried to think of a way out- a way out for your boyfriends.
“Seems like we can finally start negotiating,” the voice of Alabaster came from behind you, “simply said, son of Hades, we require your full cooperation.” Nico glared at Alabaster- whatever the ghost could want, could not be good. Alabaster chuckled as he stepped forward, into your sight.
“You see, we want us and our siblings to be free. However, some of us got sent to the underworld by some pesky little shit. And when he couldn’t get all of us, he simply sealed the rest in those stupid crystals, keeping us there for years upon years!” You could see Alabaster’s body tense, the anger clear in his voice, “If you would be so kind to let us go, we will be sure to save you the pain of losing everyone you know,” Alabaster turned around and grabbed your chin, “Starting with this little love bird.” His eyes were dark- sucking you almost in, his fingers cold.
“So, you can terrorize innocent people?” Nico spat, trying to get Alabaster’s attention back to him. A disgruntled look came to Alabaster’s face, and he turned to Nico.
“I don’t care about other people, son of Hades,” Alabaster shrugged, “And I am surprised you still do, after everything.” Alabaster turned to Miranda, “You got them tight?” Miranda nodded, “Alright, possess this one,” Alabaster grinned widely, “Show the ghost king how we get things done.”
You felt helpless- Sherman’s grip was strong and you could feel it tightening with every breath you took. As the ghost left Miranda’s body, you felt yourself weaken more and more- cold settling in your bones, eyes lost in fear.
Will screamed out your name, trying to get out, but his legs were still entangled in the vines. If only he had a knife on him- or if his crystal was still there. He looked at the shards, out of reach and dull. If only he had never suggested taking a break.
Nico couldn’t concentrate- he wanted to, but everything was so loud around him. He heard Will’s scream – he felt the thorns on the vines puncturing his skin, he felt his heart break. There was so much pain on your face – your body was tense, and Nico still felt exhausted. How could he fix this? Why was it his fault you were in this position? He needed to do something, so why was he so fucking useless?
Will focused on the things he did have – empty hands, panic, and his boyfriend. HIS BOYFRIEND- Will focused on Nico, hoping he had a plan- he had something – the power to free you or – or-
Will noticed Nico’s hands shaking, his eyes only on you and filled to the brim with fears. There were tears pooling, and Nico was taking short breaths. He looked hopeless- he was panicking. Will urged his body forward- only managing to touch his knees to Nico’s.
Nico’s eyes shot to Will- who looked just as desperate as he felt.
He was the ghost king- and these ghosts were not going to harm his people.
Anger surged to his body as he looked back at you- once again trying to get away from Sherman, away from the ghost coming closer and closer. You who Nico loves so dearly- you for who he would do anything. Adrenaline pumped through his veins- love pumped through his heart – as he commanded the ghosts- their spirits- to remove themselves from any bodies they possessed.
And then Nico simply ordered them to die.
The ghosts in front of you disintegrated- something akin to screams echoing over the strawberry fields. Your vision turns to black from the sound- from the lack of air- from the ghosts that almost entered your body. Sherman let go, and you dropped to the ground, legs unable to keep you upright. You tried to get up, only to be caught under the weight of Sherman’s body. Maybe you could just lay down- maybe for a little-
“(Y/n)! I need you here!” Will screamed, his voice pounding in your head. You were so tired, yet you pushed Sherman off. You sat up, holding your aching head in your hand. You squint your eyes as you look at your boyfriends, Will frantically trying to get the vines of his legs, and Nico passed out on the ground. You crawled your way over to them, picking up your sword along the way - had Sherman disarmed you? - and handed it to Will.
“Don’t cut yourself,” you mumbled, as you laid on your back, passing out.
#request#requests#halloween#poly!solangelo#solangelo x reader#will solace x reader x nico di angelo#will x reader#nico x reader#pjo x reader#Poly!solangelo x reader#xyou#x y/n#reader insert#pjo imagine#fanfic#2022#SFU#coi#cabinofimagines#admin asja#asja writes#admin asnyox
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Going Under Ch. 15
summary: a detail Steve chose not to tell Gianna...and Bucky's guilt. Sam and Steve are good friends.
characters: Bucky Barnes x OC
soundtrack: everything I own - bread
warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.
author’s note: this one is super short - I really just wanted to write the conversation between Steve and Tony, but I didn't want to edit it onto the end of Chapter 14 in case some readers already finished it and would miss it. the rest just came together. there will be plenty of fluff in the next chapter - DON'T WORRY!
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Steve heard the door slide shut with a whoosh as he stepped out of Gianna’s room in the medical wing.
“I guess you didn’t feel the need to tell her the whole story?” Tony’s voice called out from where he was leaning against the wall.
Steve scowled. “I didn’t think it was necessary.”
“Well, you said Barnes tracked them down and hand-delivered them to the FBI. You didn’t say he beat each and every person involved within an inch of their life.”
“Like I said, I didn’t think it was necessary.”
Tony shrugged. “Hey, I’m not the morality police. I just thought she’d want to know chivalry isn’t dead.”
Giving a half chuckle, Steve ran his hand along his jawline. “Any idea where he went?”
“Aren’t you the guy’s best friend?” Tony joked. “FRIDAY, what’s the 411 on RoboCop?”
“Sergeant Barnes is in the training wing, in Sparring Room 3.”
Steve nodded and made a beeline for the elevators.
Pictured: James "Bucky" Barnes in Madripoor after a solo mission to track down those responsible and avenge the attempt on Gianna Cruz' life.
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The sound of fists hitting the punching bag was the first thing Steve heard when the elevator doors opened. As he stepped through the threshold of the training room, he turned to the corner where the bag hung from the ceiling.
Bucky stood in a defensive posture with his back to Steve, his bare knuckles colliding with the rough material of the punching bag at a speed only possible for a super soldier. Even from the doorway, Steve could see the bloody prints left on the tan material from Bucky’s raw fists.
“Bucky…” Steve called.
He neither reacted nor slowed down.
“Hey, Buck, give it a rest.”
Walking towards him, Steve reached out his hand and rested it on Bucky’s shoulder. Shrugging it off, Bucky swung harder, sweat dripping from his dark hair.
“Hey! Bucky!” In a swift move, Steve slipped in between the super soldier and the training back, ducking a blow from his left and catching Bucky’s flesh right fist in his palm.
Their eyes met, and it was like Bucky came back to reality. He was panting, chest heaving from all the effort. Steve released his fist and felt the warmth of blood in his palm, and he grimaced, knowing it wasn’t his.
Bucky took a step back and sat on the bench to their right, dropping his head into his hands.
“She’s awake.”
“I know.”
“How? Dr. Cho just sent word -”
“I was there. When she started to stir. I…I wasn’t ready.” He took a labored breath. “I couldn’t look at her, look in her eyes, and explain to her that I didn’t - I couldn’t protect her.”
Steve watched him with sad eyes, knowing the feeling of guilt all too well.
Bucky continued. “I heard her start to wake up and I bolted. Let the doc know and came straight here. I don’t know, I just needed to clear my head.”
“You know you’re supposed to wear gloves.”
Giving a half-hearted smile, Bucky looked up and examined the raw knuckles on his right hand. “Yeah. Guess there’s a reason for that.”
“If only they were both metal, right?” Sam joked, walking through the door. “Hope you didn’t pay full price for this half-assed job.”
Both super soldiers rolled their eyes and Bucky chuckled despite himself. Sam dropped down on the bench next to him.
“Listen man, I won’t lie to you. This feeling isn’t gonna go away anytime soon. You’re gonna feel like shit, and you’re gonna feel responsible. I know you. We’ve all got this thing in common, we’re soldiers, protectors. When we don’t win, or we can’t make the save that one time…it feels bigger than every other time when you did your job.” Sam leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees so he and Bucky were on the same level. “I used to work with vets, this guilt you feel, it’s common. Nobody comes home and feels the warm fuzzies about all the people they saved. All you remember is the look on someone’s face the one time you didn’t get there in time.”
There was silence as all three men processed the gravity of his words, each of them able to recall a missed save on their own watch. Steve felt a pang in his chest as he got a decades old flashback of Bucky falling to his ‘death’ out of a train car, and the years’ he spent haunted by guilt afterwards.
“The thing is, you gotta know you did all you could. We’re all human, I mean, some of us more than others.” Sam elbowed Bucky in the ribs. “We can only do the best we can with the information we have. You were set up, you were specifically targeted, and I think you’re overlooking the part where you got blasted to oblivion and hopped right back up like it was nothin’ - that’s hero shit, man.”
Sam put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder reassuringly. Glancing at Steve, he nodded and left the room.
“She was asking for you.”
Bucky looked up at him, eyes hopeful and fearful all at once.
“She doesn't blame you, Buck. No one does. But she’s in a strange place, alone, confused…she needs you. You didn’t let her down, but if you aren’t there for her now…you will.”
Bucky paused, then drew his eyes up to meet Steve’s.
“Thank you. For checking on her.”
Steve nodded reassuringly and turned toward the door.
“Steve, wait,” Bucky called after him. As Steve turned, Bucky grinned. “Sorry I almost got you blown up.”
“Hey, what kind of wingman would I be if I wasn’t willing to risk an explosion to help my best friend get his girl?” Steve winked and stepped into the elevator.
#bucky barnes#james bucky barnes#bucky fanfic#bucky barnes x oc#bucky fluff#winter soldier#avengers#winter soldier fluff#sebastian stan#winter solider x reader
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