#I swear I'll draw something else other than these two.. eventually
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Told myself I'd post this eventually (it's been a month)
#oug ibispaint confuses me but I am going to be experimenting with it because it's fun nevertheless B))#I DRAW!!! WOAH!!#I swear I'll draw something else other than these two.. eventually#my art#kirby#meta knight#king dedede#metadede
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Find the word
Thanks for the tag, @raksh-writes 💖
So, I assume I'm going through my WIPs and see if I can find the words you chose? Either way, that's how I'll do it 😂
I got the words: satisfied, curve, freedom, memory, warm.
Satisfied
“I thought you’d be happier to get out.”
“It’s not a fucking prison.” Stiles hates how satisfied he is about seeing Theo wince. Still, he deserves it. He deserves worse, to be honest. “I’m surprised you came to pick me up seeing how little I’ve heard from you in there.”
Theo licks his lips, staring out of the windshield.
“We don’t have to talk if you don’t wanna talk,” Stiles snaps, curling his fists into his backpack. “Just start the fucking car.”
It's from a WIP I haven't touched in at least a year. I only remember that it's full of hurt (and only a little comfort).
Curve
Apparently, I do not have this word in any of my WIPs 😂
Freedom
After everything they’ve been through, after everything Theo told him, they told each other, Stiles really thought they had a different kind of relationship. A stronger one. He really believed Theo trusted him, maybe even— no. Stiles has been pondering this for years. He’s not going to waste his first thought in his newfound freedom on Theo. He’s getting out, and then he’s going home, grab a few things before leaving this fucking place behind.
Hey, look... another Steo fic I haven't touched in forever. This is going swimmingly.
Memory
Stiles raises his hands, glancing back and forth between the two werewolves facing him. “It’s me,” he says as he ducks his head, “Scott, I swear, it’s me.” He should’ve chosen better words because the last time they tumbled out of his mouth, he wasn’t the one saying them. Then again, perhaps the memory of the nogitsune will help convince Scott that he’s telling the truth. Stiles hopes it does because the other options aren’t exactly going to convince anyone he’s one of the good guys.
Okay, this is a very recent one. It's for BTHB - Power Fatigue. It's a 6b AU. It's Steo as well.
Warm
It’s so subtle, Stiles never would have noticed it. Drawing his eyebrows together, he shuffles closer and leans forward. The position is a little awkward, but Stiles doesn’t want to risk stepping on anything. He reaches the small dent anyway and presses his hand against the surprisingly warm statue. For a few agonising seconds, nothing happens, giving a chance for his anxiety to spike up again. This could still be a fucking prank, or maybe he did go insane after his sacrifice broke him. But then something stings his index finger. More surprised than actually hurt, Stiles yanks his hand back and stumbles backwards.
Almost as if expecting this, Morrell places a hand on his back to steady him.
Another recent one. After the whole sacrifice in 3a, Stiles goes to a school for supernatural creatures, so he'll learn how to control his powers. There he meets Theo, but Theo has plans. Eventually shit hits the fan... as it usually does.
The words I'm choosing are: night, cover, reckless, hopeful, teeth
I'm tagging: @mercheswan @sunel0 @voidstilesplease @amatchinwater (I know you've been tagged already, so... feel free to ignore it!), @jimmy12427, @sapphireginger, @realityescapee01, and everyone else who is interested in doing this! As always, no pressure. 🥰
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[ screw dms/texts. let's talk in gdocs! ] — s. jake
content/warning(s): college bf!jake x gn!reader, title's pretty self-explanatory, whipped bf!jake, fluff <3,, also, unproof read :P
wc: 0.6k
note: ,,,,yes, i was procrastinating on what i should be doing. but anyway, tysm for 200 followers AAAAAAAAAA <3
you grin goofily as your eyes remain on the screen of your laptop which was opened in the google docs site, waiting for your partner and boyfriend to see what you did. you could just honestly picture boyfriend!jake sighing, scratching his head as he sees what you did with the file. but of course, jake is one whipped guy for you, so he will eventually laugh at it, anyway.
jake is one for doing the work as fast as possible, but he knows you would always goof around when using google docs. but if you both use microsoft word, it's more hassle than the other, so he had to pick the former. since, you two were partnered for the thesis research (which is also the cause of the semester long relationship), you both have a reason to spend more time together. but not now, since jake had something else for another subject.
what did you do anyway? oh, nothing. you just put a picture of jake in the file, under the third related literature with a doodle saying 'i may not be lang leav who writes poetry about love, but all i know is i love this guy so much <3' with heart doodles around his face... and drawing cat nose and ears.
within a minute, you see jake typing under your—as you'd like to call it—"masterpiece".
baby, i love you, too but focus on your work.
soon, jake erases his message along with your "masterpiece" as he continues to work on his part. but of course, you're stubborn. you were honestly not in the mood to work yet, being the big procrastinator that you are, so.. yes, you started to type in another message, somewhere near where jake is typing—but not on the actual part where he is typing, so you wouldn't mess it up.
how's your day? :>
jake laughs as he sees it, typing in that he's okay and asking how's your day in return. of course, jake knows you're not in the mood, so he expected a long answer from you, which you did. you told him how the day went from the moment you woke up to now, talking to him through google docs (which is cool in your opinion. dms, texts, etc. are overrated!).
after an hour of jake letting you procrastinate, he calls you through facetime and immediately, he was greeted with your pouting face to which he laughed. "baby, i know you're still lazy to do our work, but let's get this done so we can talk all night, deal?" he says and without removing the pout from your lips, you nod to which he laughed at (i swear, the man is whipped for you. everything you do is cute in his eyes).
"this way, you won't get distracted, okay? i'm watching you." jake says and you chuckle lightly.
"you sound like an fbi agent." you say to which jake laughs. you start doing your work, trying to do it fast, wanting to just talk and spend time with your boyfriend. within an hour and half of working, jake stands up from his spot.
"i'll be back. i'm just going to the restroom." jake says and you hum, smiling lightly. you keep working and to your surprise, the file shifts and you let out a surprised sound as you scroll up, wondering what happened.
you find yourself smiling at what jake did. he added a meme of the famous duck plushie, holding a trophy (but what seems like a doll goblet in reality) with a heart pasted on it, saying 'you won my heart' on the side.
proud of you, baby. love you. <3
#I WANT A COLLEGE BOYFRIEND WHO WOULD TALK TO ME THROUGH GOOGLE DOCS#enhypen imagines#enhypen reactions#enhypen scenarios#enhypen fluff#enhypen x reader#jake imagines#jake scenarios#jake reactions#jake fluff#jake x reader
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Lenny sensei's night class has begun!~♡
“Senpai~♡”
synopsis 💭;; Tanaka gets jealous bc some bitch talking to his man.
note 🖋️;; IT TOOK A WHOLE FUCKIN WEEK TO WRITE THIS. WHY DOES WORK ALWAYS PREVENT ME FROM DOING THE THINGS I LIKE? WHAT THE ACTUAL FU- by the way, ‘Isayama Misaki’ is based off of some asswipe I used to know- also, I ran out of ideas at the end, so it kinda cuts of lf at the good part. I apologize to the anon that requested this.
Requested by anon ♡
Male pronouns used
Tanaka wasn't a jealous man. Or at least he'd like to think so.
(Y/n) was pretty popular around campus, so it wasn't a surprise to see a few fangirls here or there. It kinda reminded him of Oikawa—except (Y/n) didn't exactly pay his fangirls any attention. (And he didn't have an ass as flat as printer paper.) But did that stop them from trying to get into his pants? No.
In all honesty, Ryu felt lucky that he had someone like (Y/n) as a boyfriend, although he didn't like the fangirls—who paid him no mind whenever they were together. It annoyed him that they kept surrounding (Y/n) who clearly wanted nothing to do with them, begging him for dates, one night stands, anything.
To say that Tanaka was mildly uncomfortable was an understatement.
🌇🌇
Today was a bit different. Instead of a crowd of women rushing towards (Y/n), it was just one—; Misaki Isayama. The woman (almost) every guy considered perfect. This was...manageable, but what did she want? Well—at least it was only one girl. He had only woken up a little over an hour ago, and wasn't exactly ready for his simps just yet.
“(L/n)-chan, can you help me study for the science exam that's coming up?”
“Just because you're my upperclassman, doesn't mean you can call me that.” (Y/n) said quietly, rubbing his eyes, then yawning. “I'm on my way to the lecture hall though, so maybe after that? I should be fully awake by then..”
Misaki smiled and nodded her head. “It's a date!”
“No. No it's not.”
🏙️🏙️
Tanaka let (Y/n) lean on him during the lecture. That turned into one sided cuddling from the sleepy man. Ryu thought it was cute how (Y/n) always clung to him when he was sleepy. He was a little sad when (Y/n) fully awoke, and let him go, but it was for the best.
“Oh, Ryu-san. I'm tutoring the rumored ‘perfect woman’, and it's gonna be awkward with just the two of us, so can y—”
“You headin to the library? I was on my way there anyway. I'll join ya.”
The (h/c) haired man nodded, and they both walked all the way to the other side of the schoolyard to the library building. Tanaka even held (Y/n)'s hand to flex on the girls they passed by. Some of the girls were noticeably annoyed or a little angry, which pleased him.
When they finally arrived, Misaki was standing by the door. Upon seeing Ryu, she scowled. But it was only for a second.
“Ah, (L/n)-kun..who's this?”
(Y/n) smiled, oblivious to Misaki and Tanaka glaring at each other. Needless to say, the intense atmosphere went right over his head. “This is my boyfriend..Tanaka. He'll be joining us if that's okay.”
“‘Perfect woman’ my ass..the only ‘perfect woman’ I know is Kiyoko-san.” Tanaka mumbled under his breath. (Y/n) may not have known, but Misaki and Tanaka were always competitive with each other. Other times he wouldn't have cared, but now that (Y/n) is what he's fighting for, he wasn't gonna back down.
“Oh, it's fine.” Misaki said through gritted teeth.
🏙️🏙️
Isayama and Tanaka were left sitting at a table alone, while (Y/n) searched for the science books. They sat in complete silence, but it was almost as if you could hear their thoughts—mentally arguing with one another.
(Y/n) returned with three books, seating himself between Isayama and Ryu. “Okay! Let's get started!”
***
As (Y/n) went on explaining the laws of physics (because Tetsurou used to tutor him), Misaki and Tanaka continued their epic staring battle. The battle ended once they noticed that (Y/n) had stopped talking. He was chewing his tongue in thought, trying to figure out how to pronounce a word.
Misaki didn't notice, but (Y/n) had gone from physics, to microbiology. In less than five minutes.
“Something wrong?”
“How do you say this word again..?” The (e/c) eyed man pointed to a bolded word in the textbook, leaning back a bit so the other two could see.
A suffocating silence reigned over the three of them, but only for about three seconds.
Isayama squinted a bit before she spoke. “Endothelial?”
“Oh yeah. Thanks, senpai.”
Isayama smiled smugly at Ryuunosuke. The said man had a visible tick mark (💢) on the side of his head, symbolizing his annoyance. Tanaka only wanted (Y/n) to call him ‘senpai’—even if they were the same age (if not, then (Y/n) might be older). It made him feel like he was a dependable upperclassman, maybe even a bit turned on in certain situations. But hearing (Y/n) call someone else senpai..made him a little sad.
His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating. As Tanaka reached into his pocket to get his phone, he caught (Y/n) putting his own phone in his jacket pocket. Tanaka turned on his phone to see a message from (Y/n) in his recent notifications.
Pretty boy💖: Go to the bathroom. I'll join you later.
Although he was a bit confused, he got up from his chair. “‘M gonna go take a leak.” Ryu said as he started to make his way towards the men's restroom.
Almost five minutes pass before (Y/n) goes into the bathroom after Tanaka, telling Misaki that he was checking on him. As soon as (Y/n) had passed the first bathroom stall, he was yanked into the second one, the door locking almost immediately after it shut behind him. He wasn't given any time to react before he felt a familiar pair of soft lips violently smash against his own. (Not violent enough to make his mouth bleed or anything. Chill.)
A heated battle for dominance arose between the two, (Y/n) quickly taking the lead as he gently bit Ryu's lip.
They didn't want this to end, but eventually Tanaka had to break the kiss because he couldn't breathe. He stood there, breathless in his boyfriend's arms, not wanting (Y/n) to let go.
“Ryuunosuke..” Tanaka flinched upon his first name being said—even though (Y/n) said it many times before. His reaction brought a smile to (Y/n)'s face. “I love you~..” He said, drawing out the three words in a sing-song voice.
Ryu felt his legs getting weak, and held onto (Y/n) for dear life. (Somewhat out of fear that he might fall.) He wasn't actually feeling like this because of three words...right? “Babe..am I supposed to be kinda horny right now?” It was a bit of a strange question, but hey, it never hurts to ask.
(Y/n) chuckled. “Well, yeah. I might have to carry you out of here once we're done.” His warm smile from earlier didn't falter as he spoke.
‘How can he say something like that so casually? If I say something like that, I'd get d–’ Ryu's thoughts were snapped away when he felt his chest touch the stall divider and his pants being pulled down. He let out a soft moan as (Y/n) stroked him through his boxers.
🏙️
‘What the hell is taking them so long?!’ Isayama got up from where she sat, and went to the men's bathroom. There wasn't anyone around, so no one would see her going in. She opened the first stall's door. ‘If they ditched me, I swear to go–’
“W-Wait, (Y/n)!~ Haa!~♡”
“Geez senpai, you're so wet inside~..♡”
Misaki froze. She couldn't be sure that it was (Y/n) and Tanaka in there—but those were definitely Tanaka's pants hanging over the second stall's door. Now she felt more..curious than angry. Isayama slipped into the first stall, carefully and quietly closing the door behind her, and slowly locking it so it didn't make noise.
Ryu tried to keep his breathing steady as (Y/n) fucked him with his fingers—even though that did absolutely nothing to help his current situation. Hell, he couldn't even process words anymore. The only actual word he could say was his boyfriend's name. He eventually remembered how to speak after about two minutes of being finger-fucked.
He wanted to sound more demanding, but his voice came out more whiny than what he'd have liked it to. “Fuck me already..ya fuckin– Hng!~” It may have been that he couldn't process it, or that (Y/n) had moved at the speed of sound, but Tanaka wasn't able to register how fast (Y/n) pulled his fingers out, and shoved his cock into his still tight hole. He wanted to say something, but all that came out was a choked whine.
“You were saying?~♡” (Y/n) asked, though it sounded more like a demand than a question.
Tanaka wasn't given a chance to answer due to (Y/n) ruthlessly fucking the poor man senseless. His loud whines and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, much to (Y/n)'s pleasure. He wanted everyone to know that he was a taken man. He wanted everyone on campus to hear Ryuunosuke's pleasurable cries.
Hearing the two men fucking in the next stall turned Isayama on to no end. (Even though it was more of (Y/n)'s voice that made her wet.) But she resisted touching herself because she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she masturbated to her rival getting fucked. (A kinda stupid reason, but okay.)
“Fu–fuck, (Y/n)!~ So good..it feels so good!~” Ryu babbled, the words almost incoherent as he attempted to push back against his boyfriend's cock. “More!~ Give me more!~♡” He begged, voice broken and choking on his own breath.
The (e/c) eyed man didn't say a word. As his senpai had politely asked of him, (Y/n) drove his cock so deep into Tanaka that the said man let out the loudest drawn out moan (Y/n) had ever heard from him. If it weren't for the cum spewing from the teary eyed man, (Y/n) would've thought he had hurt his lover. He wasn't entirely sure until he felt Ryu continue to push back against him, desperate for more friction.
“Aww..you're so cute when you act like a bitch in heat, senpai~..♡”
He only got a choked whine in response.
“I'm pretty close anyway..do you want it inside?~♡” (Y/n) asked, pulling the shaky man up to his chest. Again, only a whine. (Y/n) parted Ryu's lips with his fingers, those fingers soon being coated in saliva. “Use your words~..”
Finally, Tanaka spoke, despite his unintentional dry heaving. “Fuck me- please~..”
“As you wish~♡” (Y/n) almost whispered, gripping Tanaka's cock firmly, earning another broken moan from the said man. “You're the only person I'd fuck like this, you know that, right?” He said, as he rubbed the shorter man's stomach.
“Y-Yeah..that makes me happy~..”
Lmao this was like- 80% highschool drama (in a college setting), and the remaining 20% being me getting horny for no reason. Also, I'm aware this made no sense. None of the stuff I write makes sense. :)
The class session is now over!~♡
#tanaka x reader#tanaka x male reader#haikyuu x male reader#anime x male reader#m!reader#x male reader#top male reader#seme male reader#ryuunosuke x reader
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Do the scienctist and inscpector die or something? How does P03 gain their body?
This is gonna be a VERY long explanation, woof.
P03's origins along with the people that were responsible for creating it.
Content Warning: Character Death, Violence, Murder, Guns-- it's just a whole ride, thats all.
There are these massive ships dedicated to deep-sea mining, the one where P03 was created was on a ship called 'Botopia'. The other ships go by different names of course, all separated from eachother.
The Scientist had lots of time and materials in hand and had created many inventions, his first one called a Mimi. A Mimi is kinda like a roomba, keeping the ship clean and all that. There are a LOT of them.
The Scientist wanted to make something more than just cleaning bots, he introduced multiple ideas yet were always shot down because The Captain doesn't want The Scientist to go overboard. Said Scientist had a history of going overboard which almost caused the ship to sink multiple times.
"Alright, Captain. I SWEAR that I will never make another invention without your approval" The Scientist says.
As The Captian leaves, The Inspector- who is the son of The Scientist- comes up to his father and goes;
"You're... gonna make one anyways, huh?"
"Oh, absolutely."
"I'll help" The Inspector grins.
So they made a thinking machine! There were lots of trial and errors such but eventually they made it. Both The Dredger and The Melter end up walking in and witnessing the thing, The Inspector tells them to keep their mouth shut about the project.
It obviously didn't last long cause The Captain ends up finding out because of The Scientist blabbering his mouth. The Captain hated the machine but everyone else didn't mind it so the Captain allowed it to stay as long as it doesn't make a mess on the ship.
P03 was its name, both The Scientist and The Inspector pronounce it as P-Zero-Three while both The Melter and The Dredger call it "Poe".
The machine learned basic conversation, answering questions and soon asking them. It has a strict schedule of tests to go through- which The Inspector personally designed since he is always on time. Meanwhile, The Melter and The Dredger who tend to play with P03 are always doing silly things such as teaching P03 how to curse or gossiping with the bot to see how it'll react.
The Inspector would kick their asses for "disturbing the Machine" but The Scientist said otherwise! He found that it might help P03 understand more.
It did. It... did.
P03 sounded more... casual. Text-wise because it had yet to have a voice, just displaying Text logs on screen from it and the person it's talking to. Late at night, when The Inspector was doing his usual routine of making sure P03 stays clean and that nothing is out of place; P03 engaged in conversation.
The two would talk during those nights, mostly The Inspector telling about his day and answering P03's questions such as; "Where is The Scientist?" Or so. There were times The Inspector got a lil personal, venting a bit on how he's worried for his father's well being- especially since his father and The Captain are slowly becoming enemies; constant arguing that almost led to a fist fight.
The Inspector just laughs, "God, what am I saying? I doubt you'd understand"
P03 displays a text with dots below the other logs.
It'll... try to understand. That's what it was made for: to understand.
No one knew this but P03 had gained access to the Bogtopia's system. It's main focus was to listen to other conversations on the shop, eavesdropping and learning from everyone. It didn't take long for someone- The Inspector- to notice that P03 was displaying logs of conversations.
He... didn't wanna report it. It'll lead to more conflict and everyone would blame his father. So he kept silent about the fact that P03 can hear everything.
Months passed by and P03 was given an arm. The Scientist wanted to see if he could teach P03 how to draw. It was a mess cause P03 accidently threw a pen across the room. Oh well, it needed some tweaking. Either way, P03 had improved greatly from conversion to recognizing sound.
It would display logs such as;
> [Item Dropping]
> [Laughter]
> [Seagulls]
Some might not be accurate but it was good enough- especially with some help correcting said sound logs.
Besides the tests, The Melter and The Dredger were always found talking to P03 for fun. Once again joking around; they did notice how P03 plays along which made the conversation more... human. It did spook them a little but they got comfortable.
P03 then displays a text:
> *smiles*
The Melter laughs, "it smiles! You happy, Poe?"
> Satisfied
"Eh, same thing"
There was also a time where The Scientist tried to give P03 a voice. It would only repeat certain voices in the most garbled version ever- it once played a very distorted audio of The Inspector sneezing and for a solid week people thought the ship was haunted.
Time had passed, P03 had a functioning arm for making illustrations. It wasn't perfect, honestly, mere shapes scribbled on pinned paper. It seemed to try and illustrate the room from its perspective.
It was going so well! It was going very well! P03 could exceed this and maybe- just maybe- they can work on P03 more.
... Hey...
Where did The Scientist go?
The Scientist was nowhere to be found and late at night when The Inspector was doing a late night inspection on P03- he saw logs on its screen again. This time, it was different.
> [Gunshot]
Days had passed and The Inspector felt genuine dread, his father was nowhere to be seen and even both The Dredger and The Melter were getting worried. He tried to speak to The Captain but The Captain merely shrugged, the two never spoke properly once and... fuck, this was upsetting.
It led to The Inspector getting depressed over the possibility that his father got sent away, constantly spending more and more with P03 who was a reminder of his father. P03; what remains of The Scientist. He grew attached, making sure P03 was running well and kept it clean. Both The Melter and The Dredger noticed this and made sure to be there for him.
It didn't take long for another loss as The Melter found The Dredger hunched over in his own post; dead. The Melter fell into despair after losing his friend- no, his brother.
The Melter had an itch that something was up and had a theory that someone's gone mad and is killing people left and right. Over-the-top, yes, but he was right onto something. He started to investigate and soon found out that the Dredger might have been poisoned.
He brings it up to The Inspector and made a chart on who might be suspicious, The Inspector was skeptical at this but soon when The Melter mentioned his father; something clicked. The Inspector believed this could also solve The Scientist's disappearance.
They planned on ways to get information out of people, The Inspector then opens up how P03 has accessed the system and had been eavesdropping on the ship- he also mentions that he'd read back to the logs and find strange written logs that took place when P03 was still trying to identify sound, recognize it, and then put it in its logs.
It might be a good start.
The Melter goes to P03 while The Inspector goes to look for The Captain- having a growing suspicion on him. As The Melter enters the room where the machine was, he sees P03 still racing something on an abandoned paper that was taped down onto table where its arm is, seeing it making various of shapes non stop.
The Melter inspects it and it was a very vague picture of what looked like... The control room? He recognized how the "windows" were drawn and the supposed control panel. He notices something on the screen;
> The Captain is strange.
> The Captain is strange.
And the text repeats, filling the screen with "The Captain" over and over. The Melter froze in fear and before he could run out to get The inspector--
> [Gunshot]
The Captain stared at the lifeless body, gun in hand and all that. He lets out a shaky sigh before looking at the machine-- the abomination that remains from The Scientist.
P03.
With that, he shot the power cell that kept P03 running. It didn't take long for P03 to come back online to a worried Inspector who tried to retrieve any past logs.
> Inspector.
"...that's me." The Inspector backed away a bit, eyeing P03 to make sure nothing was out of place "...what happened?"
P03 twitched it's hand, attempting to reach the man. The Inspector steps forward, unsure what P03 is trying to do. Did it need a pen? Some a paper?
The hand pinched his sleeve collar.
> Find The Melter.
The Inspector thought that The Melter was responsible for the damages on P03, even as far as assuming The Melter was the one responsible for the recent deaths. But P03 gives The Inspector a location on the Bogtopia and The Inspector leaves to check there.
He arms himself with hammer that he grabbed on the way, unsure if someone was out here to jump him. Eventually, he makes it to the certain area where P03 had mentioned. Yet, no Melter. Was there a flaw? Did he read the text wrong? He then notices a foul smell...
Oh.
He found him.
The Melter was dead.
He runs back, needing to report this- he needed someone- who? Who can he trust? He ran and soon found himself running back to the area where P03 was.
Yes, P03. P03 knew him and he knew P03- he trusted the machine more than the flesh and blood that remains on the ship. He rushes back inside to see The Captain messing with P03's wires.
"... What are you doing?"
"H- ... Inspector."
"What are you doing to it?"
"Something I should've done a long time ago"
It breaks out to an argument and quickly turned to a fight, The Inspector using the hammer he held as a weapon.
"YOU- You are our Captain-- how could you DO this!? We all looked up to you! We all trusted you!"
"It wasn't MEANT to be like this, lad. Your poor excuse of a deranged FATHER--"
"what about HIM!?"
"He was deranged! Just like every other damned Scientist on the other ships! They're like a growing plague, taking down everyone that comes in contact with them. He- oh, he was the worst. That BASTARD MAN wanted to unionize the ships again- he and every other scientist just wants to spread their- their stupid little ideas across the land. Have they forgotten why we are on ships in the first place!? Why we grew up here!? WE did it for SAFETY, WE did it for PEACE, WE separated the Topia ships so that there would be no WAR."
"..."
"Your Father-- The Scientist wanted WARFARE. He would've poisoned every water supply- no, he would have destroyed an entire ecosystem just to prove a point."
"Stop talking"
"I pity you for having that selfish bastard as a father. You need to understand I'm doing this for a better future for the crew..."
"I said stop talking"
"He tried to kill me, lad. He told me everything, he told me how he wanted to unite the Topias again- how he wanted to share The Great Transcendence with the world but by God, lad, he wanted war."
"... You have blood on your hands, Captain."
"Sacrifices must be made, lad."
"How do you... how do you feel now? Proud?"
"I did what I had to do--"
"Do you feel bliss? Absolute pleasure? Knowing you are a goddamn MURDERER."
"Lad, please, it was either me or your father. What would happen if you found out your father killed me? Would you still look up to him? Huh?"
"He is NOT like that and you know it-"
"I WAS THERE, LAD. I was fucking THERE. I was the one he STABBED. You are a blind fool raised to stay as one- you're even growing attached to what remains of him. THIS machine. THIS soon to be weapon."
"Don't talk to P03 like that."
"Oh, now you're treating it like a human being?"
"P03 was not built to be a weapon, NONE of my father's creations were WEAPONS."
"Oh, that's where you're wrong, lad. It'll grow to be one, it'll learn to be one. THIS synthetic FREAK will prove me right one day, it will!"
"YOU'RE DERANGED!"
"YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME, LAD. You should be thanking ME for seeing through that Scientist. YOU should be thanking ME for saving Bogtopia!"
The Captain then pins The Inspector against the door, both hands gripping his neck.
"Oh and yet you can't do it, huh? You have HIS blood- you PARASITE. I should've gotten rid of you the moment you were BORN."
Sirens went off.
The Captain froze, backing away in shock and turning around to see P03's screen displaying massive text.
That damned machine--
That moment of hesitation gave The Inspector enough time to throw himself against The Captain, causing him to fall. The Inspector quickly grabbed the recently discarded hammer, smashing it against the Captain's face.
He kept letting the hammer fall with full force against the murderer's face, yelling at the top of his lungs as blood painted the floor and on him. Splatters of red against his glasses, almost making it difficult to distinguish if the red was from the bloody pool or just the droplets on the lense.
And he stops. Looking down at the dead man with an unrecognizable face. He shakily places down the hammer, feeling his own heart threatening to jump out of his chest, and he gritted his teeth.
"FUCK!"
Sirens kept going and he...
...
The Inspector looks back at the machine and stands up, realizing that P03 had kept log of... everything. Even the sounds of the hammer smashing The Captain's face. He sighs and walked over to P03 while muttering apologies.
He turns the machine off.
Bogtopia had sank, it's materials either floating off or joining the ship as well.
P03, a machine with a brand new power cell, a bunch of Mimis floating along at sea and still functional, a crate that kept it afloat, and it's machinery having metal plates to keep it protected.
...
A seagull lands on its large monitor.
> [Seagull]
----
P03 built itself a body, from model to model. At first with the help of the Mimis and using the materials from the ship that ended up stranded with it- more to come soon.
It also had the help from the Mox that kept it afloat- literally.
... oh, and I almost forgot to add an important detail.
The worker bots that P03 eventually build are, of course, based from the people that P03 had been familiar with back then. The Inspector, The Melter, and The Dredger.
The Captain can drown.
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Can You Do Me A Favour?
Barney Ross (The Expendables) x reader
Warnings: injury, drinking, sexual content implied, mentions of violence, swearing
Context: the reader is a member of the Expendables and has a crush on Barney. After a job, the two have some time together.
A/N: as promised, here is some Expendables stuff! I hope anyone who reads this will enjoy it! (Just a heads up: I have more Rambo and Escape Plan stuff coming, and most likely some more TLB content, too.)
Masterlist
(I'm also going to tag @yuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh in this, because they expressed interest in Expendables stuff earlier😊💛)
The cold water is pleasant on my heated skin as I cup my hands under the steady stream flowing from the tap, splashing it into my face when a suitable pool has formed in the space. A gasp escapes me from the stark contrast in temperatures, using my fingers to rub slightly at my skin, trying to work out the headache that has set in, only to hiss when I accidentally press into one of the new scars on the side of my face. Pulling back, I repeat my action, doing my best to distract myself from the plaguing thoughts in my head, still disgusted at myself for having them.
But even now, as I massage the contours of my face, I can't get the images of my boss out of my head. Not the sight of him taking out a ring of attackers using his revolver and sharpshooting skills, not the way his exposed arm muscles flexed with each movement, not the determined look on his rugged face and certainly not the fierce eye contact he made with me when he turned around again. At the mere memory of this, a flush of heat goes through me, eyes squeezing shut to force myself to blank them out, not quite realising that his stare is branded into my subconscious. Biting my lip, I shake my head, forcing down the picture of his muscular body and large hands on my body as he dragged me from the collapsing building, not five hours ago.
Growling, I reach over and grab hold of the beer bottle nearby, glancing at my haggard features in the mirror before taking a deep drink, wincing at the stale flavour, having had the drink for far too long. I can see the tension in my body, each muscle tight and uncomfortable, my posture ramrod straight and clearly wrong, my eyes clouded with exhaustion and what I can only assume is loneliness.
As soon as I'd gotten in from the last job, I'd headed straight into the bathroom, grabbing a beer from the fridge as I went, needing to clear my head. Nothing I did could help, my head always circling back to that one person. Frustrated, I slam the bottle on the counter top, wincing when it shatters from the force, a particularly sharp shard slicing into my palm.
Damn him. Damn Barney Ross for getting into my head.
I clean up my hand, just bandaging it up when my phone buzzes, the screen lighting up. Frowning, I look over at it, confused. Nobody calls me. Nobody, except my boss.
Picking up the phone, I groan to myself as I realise it is, in fact, Barney. For a second, I debate letting it go to voicemail, before I finally give in, accepting the call and placing the phone to my ear.
"Sir?" I greet him politely, wondering what he needs.
"How many times have I told you not to call me "sir"?" Barney's gravelly voice sounds through the phone, a low chuckle evident in his tone. I have to ignore the effect his voice has on me, the sound giving me butterflies in my stomach.
"Sorry, sir- ah, shit." I sigh at my own habit, "You alright?"
"Yeah, guess so. Just lonely. Figured you might be, too." He admits, tone going soft as he speaks.
"Bold of you to assume that." I tease, but continue, "Though you are, as always, right."
"Should tell Christmas that, might listen to you." The veteran laughs again, the joke drawing a similar reaction from me.
"We all know he listens to no one but himself." I quip back, still waiting for him to tell me why exactly he called.
"True, true." Barney's grin is almost audible, my mind instantly bringing up an image of that particular expression into my head, much to my chagrin, "You got any plans for tonight?"
Surprised, I take a second to reply, unsure of where this is going.
"No, it's too late. Ain't really got many friends outside work, anyway." I inform him, going out of the bathroom and into the lounge.
"Fancy coming over? I've got a couple of beers that need drinking, and the hangar is pretty lonely this time of night."
His offer stumps me for a moment, though I am quick to recover, my mouth working before my mind can catch up.
"Yeah sure. I'll be over in twenty."
"Great. See you then." He hangs up, leaving me wondering why the hell I accepted that, knowing how much I spend too much time thinking about him (in totally inappropriate ways considering he's my boss) anyway.
Annoyed at myself, I steel myself before going and grabbing a coat, pulling on that and my boots as I leave the flat, taking my motorcycle keys with me. I lock my door behind me, leaving the apartment block quickly, glad to have the fresh air on my face as I make my way over to my motorbike. Looking on it fondly, I climb on and kick out the stand, easily getting it revved up, the vibrating engine beneath me a pleasant feeling.
Thankfully, the roads are mostly clear this time of night, cutting the twenty minute drive short by five minutes as I go at speed through the nearly deserted outer city. The hangar is usually a pain in the ass to get to, the traffic in the roads leading up to it almost always horrific, so I am only too happy to be able to go much faster now that there's not many other drivers around. With the wind rushing around me, I find that my head clears a little, my attention on navigating the roads rather than the thoughts of my boss doing things to me I'm sure he'd find grotesque in nature.
I arrive quickly, pulling into the hangar slowly, knowing Barney is most likely in the plane, as he usually is. Stopping the bike, I put it in park before climbing off, hanging my helmet on the handlebars as I do so, taking the keys with me as I walk over to the old plane. Nearing the aircraft, I frown a little at the sight of the new bullet holes riddling the side of it, unaware that we'd taken so much damage earlier in the day. Sighing, I go inside, ducking in through the small door, only now hearing the music playing from the stereo in the cockpit.
"It's gonna need a new lick of paint." I call out to Barney, who I can see sat in his seat, the muscular man turning to look at me as he hears me.
"It's been a long time coming, so I'm not complaining." He replies, grinning at me as I walk into the cockpit, dropping into Christmas' usual seat, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach from his stare on me again. As I enter, he rakes his eyes over my body, subtly taking my every curve in from where he is.
"Fair enough." I shrug, leaning back slightly, having missed his look, "Got a beer?"
"Yeah, here." Barney hands me a bottle, opening it for me as he does so.
"Cheers." I thank him, taking a deep drink from it as he chuckles lowly, voice sending a bolt of heat through me.
"You're starting to sound like Lee." He remarks, sipping his own bottle with a smirk.
"Should I take that as a compliment? Or an insult?"
"Up to you." He looks over at me.
"Eh, I'll take compliment. You two get along like an old married couple, after all. Must mean something if you're comparing me to him." I decide, teasing him.
Barney laughs at my comment, lifting his bottle.
"I can agree with that." He hums, staring out of the front window.
For a couple of moments, we sit in companionable silence, drinking our beers, Barney eventually lighting a cigar. Taking a deep inhale, he offers it to me, which I decline, choosing to finish my drink instead.
"What do you usually do after a job?" Barney suddenly asks, glancing back at me.
Surprised, I think over the question for a second.
"Nothing, really. I get myself cleaned up, have a drink, then get some sleep. I don't do much else with my life." I tell him, knowing how pathetic I sound.
"What, you haven't got anyone you can hang out with?" He questions, seemingly confused.
"No. As I said before, I don't really have any friends outside work."
"Really? No boyfriend? Girlfriend?"
I shake my head, grimacing at the turn in conversation, just missing the slight darkening in his eyes as he looks me over once more.
"Huh. That surprises me."
Lifting an eyebrow, I look across at him.
"Why?"
He shrugs, making eye contact with me.
"Well, you seem like the person who wouldn't struggle to make friends. You're kind, funny, pretty. You know how to behave in the right situations, you're a good friend to have." He clarifies, seemingly unaware of the impact his words have on me, my heart throbbing as I listen to him, longing building up in me again.
"You think so?" I ask, not quite believing him.
"Yeah, I do." He frowns, looking over at me, "Why, don't you?"
I don't reply, knowing my answer well. He doesn't push it, observing me carefully, his gaze making me blush furiously.
"What'd you do to your hand?" The veteran suddenly asks, gesturing to my bandaged appendage.
"Hm? Oh, I just cut it on some glass back home." I inform him, flexing my hand a little, only to wince at the sharp spike of pain.
Wordlessly, Barney reaches across and takes my hand in his, his touch setting off sparks through me despite the gentle nature of it. Pulling my arm closer to him, he runs his fingers lightly over my skin, the rough calluses rubbing over the palm of my hand, each stroke making it harder for me to fight off the rising need within me. Being this close to him, able to smell him in nearly every surface around me, feeling his hand on mine has sparked the feelings I've been suppressing as long as I've worked with him.
Awkwardly, I pull away, swallowing tightly, trying to suppress the urges I'm suddenly feeling, needing to get myself together again. He doesn't stop me, his dark eyes regarding me quietly, observant as always as he seemingly considers something, his gaze sliding over me once more. After a moment, he puts out his cigar, leaning back in his seat.
"Mind doing me a favour?" The muscular man cocks his head at me, a small smirk playing at his lips.
"Er, sure? What do you need?" I agree hesitantly, knowing that expression means only one thing: he's got something up his sleeve.
"Check that control panel up there, would you? It's been giving me trouble for weeks." Barney's eyes are glittering now in the dim light, clearly up to something.
"What, now?" I frown, confused by the instruction.
"If you wouldn't mind."
Lifting an eyebrow, I place my beer down and get to my feet, awkwardly reaching up to check the panel, which just so happens to be right above his head. I try to keep my body from leaning across him too much, but this is made difficult when I realise that the particular problem lies in the switches even further over. As I go to flick them, a pair of hands takes hold of my waist, suddenly yanking me down towards the chair.
Yelping in surprise, I feel my eyes widen as Barney pulls me down onto his lap, hands tight on my hips, pressing my back flush against his chest. His nose instantly finds my neck, the older man nudging at my skin until I tilt my head to give him access, goosebumps spreading across my skin as I try to process what the hell is happening, my brain short-circuiting with every one of his breaths. They fan out over the sensitive area, my own hitching in my throat as his scruff scratches over my skin, his lips not quite touching me yet, though I can feel their every movement.
I try to get back up, unwillingly, only for him to loop one of his arms around my front and slip his hand under my shirt, flattening his palm on my stomach to hold me against him.
"I'm not blind, you know, (Y/n). I've seen the way you look at me, the way you behave differently when you're with me. You're not as subtle as you hope." Barney practically purrs into my skin, his smirk obvious against my neck, sending shivers down my spine as I try not to groan.
"I- I don't know what you're talking about, sir." I manage out, not quite catching the sound of anticipation that escapes me when he suddenly presses his lips against my ear, whispering into it.
"Really? I think you know very well what I'm talking about." He grins to himself, the hand on my stomach running down to ghost over the waistband of my jeans, my body tensing in his grip, "Want me to demonstrate for you?
#the expendables#The expendables imagine#Barney Ross#Barney Ross x reader#Barney Ross imagine#Sylvester Stallone
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first of all: how dare tumblr change the image formatting mechanics hello ???
second of all: after weeks finally a random late night WIP dump of more side OCs that have been living rent-free in my head for weeks LMAO but this is a little informal intro of the Boss Babes of the Pearl Isles™ aka Sam's main bitches: Imelda and Neeja <3
random tidbits about them undercut but the TL;DR; not really properly depicted here, but they are life partners and also are full-time collared by Sam. When he's off being a Whore (loving), they're running shit on the isles. Neeja is commonly referred to by nobles as Sam's mistress/wife, which makes them all laugh LMAO
Neeja; ~52 years old (i'll draw them older-looking in the final sketch I swear LMFAO her design is more likely to change too I truly was winging it with no references)
the older of the two and has known Sam longer; she met him a little before Mara's death, and she was a massive anchor for him while grieving. She also grew up in a village close to Sam's hometown, so they have a special bond
Dom leaning vers; she's more of an enigma truly LMAO everyone is afraid of her, and she demands and gets a lot of respect, but also loves to get beat tf up (especially by Sam lmao)
very protective of Sam and is the true test to beat for people who really want to be full time, possibly live-in partners with Sam. she tends to be his voice of reason who he then ignores LOL
She also helps train new peeps (once she approves of them lmao) and helps teach classes during parties. this is initially how she met Imelda
Imelda "Imee"; ~47 years old
only a few years younger than Neeja and is originally from a wealthy family from Arcana-verse Philippines; met Neeja and Sam at a party and immediately swooned over both of them
is much more relaxed than Neeja and is much easier to speak to. Is a full-time service sub, but does dabble in topping a bit with Neeja's and Sam's guidance
she isn't a brat by any means, but she does like bringing out everyone else's naughtier sides to sit back and watch things unfold LOL
Really just adores Sam and her life at his estate; many consider her downgrading by devoting herself to him, but she's never been happier
Random things about them both:
they adore Sam, but they L O V E LOVE LOVE each other LMAO
they are joined at the hip; Imee actually gets anxious if Neeja isn't close by
both refer to Sam exclusively as Sir or Master; this tends to be off-putting for newbies, but it's something they reached on their own before asking Sam if he was chill with it
they are the ones who encouraged Sam to ditch his own wedding LMAO Neeja wears her fake wife title proudly out of pure spite :')
Neeja is much more in the public eye than Imee, who truly is content to just lay around like a cat all day and work through random documents
for funsies: they were both at first VERY against Sam dating Donna, but eventually, they were obsessed with the little guy LOL They were honestly very upset when they ended things, even though they both knew it was inevitable and that Sam would ruin it somehow LMAO
#rambling#WIP#oc lore#man oh man i am trying to do the Things ya know LMAO#i am planning on a multi-chapter 'donna goes to the pearl isles and things get REALLY WEIRD' thing#but also like 2 people would actually be into that cause it's truly ALL ocs now LMFAOO#so maybe i'll just post notes we shall see#now: i sleep (or try to)
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Hi!!! May I get a HP, Star Wars, Voltron, and Disney matchup?
𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 + 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
19, Libra, Neutral Good, enneagram is 4w5, muggleborn Ravenclaw (with Gryffindor tendencies), and my patronus spirit is Hummingbird. Biromantic Pansexual Genderfluid woman using pronouns of She/Her or He/Him. Cherubic-like face, with short height (5'1") plus sized Southeast Asian woman with Spanish descent that has chic messy/wavy brunette medium hair that reaches to my shoulder, oriental skin, slightly upturned eyes, small lashes, chocolate brown irises, cute flat nose, heart shaped face, full cheeks, cupid's bow lips, a small beauty mark on the forehead, and naturally straight teeth with tiny gap in front (just imagine that it's a mixture of Marinette from 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, Musa from 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘅 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, and Alexandra Trese from 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲---cause' my friend told me that I kinda look like them). My sense of fashion is in between emo and boyish plus korean glam, I sometimes let my hair down or styled like Lara Croft reboot.
𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
Distant, quiet, and timid at first making people thought I'm a demure, modest, and self-effacing that looks "immaculate" or "one of a kind" (due to my protective mom, a reason why I've never been in a relationship) but the truth is, dunno how to initiate a conversation, but a total opposite if I open up---friendly, ambivert, witty, laughing loudly on a daily basis---like my happiness is too shallow, super talkative, eats a lot (yeah I can finish a huge slice of cake or a meal in one sitting), awkward, daydreamer (I got embarrassed from knocking at the door even I'm inside the classroom 😂), EXTREMELY CLUMSY (mostly gets bruises from hitting, bumping my head somewhere, walking into something on my way, and being careless to my belongings), secretly likes affection, easily overwhelmed, prone to melt over wholesomeness, flusters on compliments, lightly blushes on cheesy banters, eager to share what I know (especially about Catholic Church---my past teacher joked that I'll become a saint because of it 🤣), oftenly speaks full of sarcasm with a lowkey crackhead energy citing meme references, and talented girl who can be your no.1 supporter and unashamed to be true to myself but can be awkward to strangers. In terms of leadership, I only educate and guide than being a prefect (I might take the role seriously), will lift my group when there's lacking/incompleteness. About doing projects in school, I become too extra and prepared for efforts, but I'll forget the process in the end.
The extent, I'm expressive, warm-hearted, willig to help, kind, intelligent, supportive, nice, creative, enthusiastic, laid-back, determined, tough, competitive, and feisty outside, but a real softie that can be childish and dramatic that cries so easily (but will enlightened real quick by smallest things that makes me smile) filled with doubts, frustrations, and insecurities with fear of failure that pushes off the limits to to please everyone because they might get dissappointed from expectations---I simply can't stop proving myself too much because I'm a survivor of bullying. But I still managed to be stronger than ever after I stumbled, even it's a slow burn process. I can be blunt, intimidating, harsh, and a douchebag if I receive ends or I got interrupted while doing something. Immature, headstrong, perfectionist, demanding, hesitant, jumpy, forgetful, overthinker, quick-tempered, sensitive, and anxious (no joke, my nervousness makes me think worse scenario will arrive). Though can be procrastinator and arrogant, I raised as a religious 𝖺𝗇𝖽 diplomatic youth, willing to fight what I believe (including my dreams and what's important to me) and what is right. In addition, I have a habit of staying up late and doing sign of the cross to ease nervousness.
Rowdy and feeling-brokenhearted and bitter friend in the group who fangirl a lot, swears like sailor, will call out on people that we loathe, will make fun of your stupidity (in a good way) before helping, and bring gossips, but a hopeless romantic and cheeky (makes banter with sarcasms or pick up lines as an endearment, but gets annoyed if I received sappy or offensive one), Still generous and concerned person in a subtle and different way.
𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦
My hobbies are singing, drawing, roleplaying, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. I'll include making corniest jokes/puns, sleeping, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD). I also used to learn Italian language a bit.
𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦
Loves kittens, milk tea, singing at the karaoke, cartoons, iced coffee, memes, cute things, watching YouTube videos (mostly pageants, ASMR, edit audios, and mukbangs), also enjoys playing games on my sister's PSP. Sucker for arts, choir, poetry, night sky, makeup, fun/deep/dumb conversations, Christianity, documentaries (about saints, real crime stories, and inspirational people), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writing, chilling both indoors and outdoors. Beside that, my music taste are like late 90s-2000s songs (mostly rock, pop, and country) sometimes Catholic songs, kpop and ppop, chocoholic, and a sweetooth as well.
𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦
Things that I hate are stereotyping, HUGE creepy crawlies (spiders, toads, snakes, and cockroaches), firecracker sounds, thunder and lightning, being left out, loneliness, heart break, blackout, and judgemental people. If I found out that someone hates or backstabbing or being rude to me, I won't hesitate to throw offensive criticisms, leaving them with a "I don't give a f" attitude. One random fact about me is, I 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 vent out EVERYTHING I despise in my entire existence---from bad soap operas to toxicity, worse scenarios in real life, and how terrible is my love life from unrequited feelings that I got, because it's a big deal for me, and I consider forcing me to do what I'm not into and manipulating me as my major pet peeves.
𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦
In terms of triggers...I only have two which are ta𝖨king about divorce/annullment/separation because I came from a generational broken family (it sucks that some people I knew assumed that the reason why I'm overly unaware that someone is interested in me in secret, is I have "high standards" looking for a partner, but the truth is I'm strict and I have a personal preferences...I know my worth and I don't want settle for less!) and religion/beliefs discrimination, cause' there are reasonings that doesn't makes sense because some, sounds too hypocritical, like as if you're a morally good person.
𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 + 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗦
My love languages are quality time and gift giving, but I actually swoon over physical touch (especially cuddles and cute kisses) and words of affirmation when it comes to having a partner, though I get attracted so easily, matured but can be a goofy person who's nice, friendly, kind-hearted, loving, faithful, and excels in academics is my cup of tea. Whenever I have a real life crush (which is rare), I act the same but deep inside, my heart is about to explode and will eventually share to my trustful friends how I highly admire that person, however if they spilled the beans out, I'll obviously deny it and will cry if they like someone else, it will take some time for me to move on, now I don't care for them anymore.
Best Friends to Lovers is my ideal trope because I find it very cute since you already knew each other before dating (which happened to my 2nd cousin, she married her best friend!)---perfect balance for romance, laughters, comfort, and tears when it comes to sharing your vibes, being there through thick and thin, safe with embraces, and helping each other to grow.
𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗦
My best assets are smile, eyes, personality, singing voice, artistic skills, writings, intelligence, oratorical skills and I have potential in hosting...so I can consider myself as a singer, artist, orator, speaker, and a top student who's a former active campus ministry member with three roles (choir leader, psalm singer, and reader).
May sounds different but I'm passionate for helping people through my talents and sharing my story to inspire everyone. I may look selfish, but I have a different way on how I show that I actually care also I have a biased sentimental value
Currently a college freshman, learning how to cook. I have so many interests, to the point I don't know what I'm into because of my dreams to become a popular Filipino YouTuber, a novelist, and being part of a successful chorale competing internationally...I also consider joining pageants at school too once the pandemic ends, but maybe.
HP: Remus!
- Remus is also quiet and a bit reserved when he's not in a familiar situation, so your own first impression on him would be a good one, as you'd seem similar to his own personality. He's sweet and is able to start up a conversation if he notices the other person is having a hard time doing so, so hopefully he'd be able to bring out your more extroverted and friendly self after a while so he can be around the more open you. He wouldn't mind you being a bit awkward-he's very much the same way-honestly, the comradery that would come from that would be more positive than anything else. He loves sharing knowledge and learning about new things, so your eagerness to talk about what you know would work really well also! He does a lot better when he knows someone has his back too, so your extra supportive nature would endear him to you as well.
SW: Han!
- Your nicer and more helpful personality would balance out Han's more standoffish vibes when first meeting. You might get on his nerves a bit first, but you'd quickly grown on him and, in turn, make him a bit of a better person. Your ability to be blunt and a bit harsh would serve you well if you ever needed to stand your ground on an issue that two of you have, as he can be quite stubborn.
VLD: Lance!
- Lance can be a bit immature from time to time as well, especially when it comes to trying to be funny or cheering up those around him-he's also headstrong and typically firm in what he wants to do, so your own determined personality would attract him to you a lot as well. He often puts off things he needs to do if they make him anxious too, but if you both recognize that you share that problem, helping each other might be a good solution!
Disney: Flynn!
- Flynn is quite a sarcastic and teasing person, so your own humor would match well with his. He's also quite a hopeless romantic as well, even though he's certainly not one to admit that right off the bat. He enjoys singing, and as he gets closer to someone he feels more comfortable doing so in front of them, so a partner he's been with for a long time would get to see him be more and more open with it. That also applies to activities like dancing.
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another smutty piece per some of your guys’ requests, enjoy my loves❣️
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What happens in Vegas // Jeff Wittek
When David text you earlier asking to pack a bag and meet the others at the airport in an hour, you didn't expect the night to progress to this point.
Sure you had your hopes, musings even, about the possibilities if you could only stop being such a nervous wreck around him.
The past few weeks had been spent zoning out of conversations and videos, your mind struggling to grasp at the fact that Jeff almost kissed you.
There was no clarification, no conversation the next day and he did his best to avoid you like the plague since, mysteriously disappearing as soon as you stepped foot through the door.
Which is why you were confused when he proceeded to barge through the dance floor of a random club in Vegas to rip your chosen dance partner off you in blinding rage. It didn’t take long for the security to be notified, your entire group kicked out.
The others decided to carry on the party elsewhere, but you were no longer in the mood, now stood seething in an elevator with the culprit of your jumbled thoughts, buzz long forgotten and feet aching from the ridiculous heels forced upon you that night by the girls.
Jeff insisted on seeing you back to your room, no amount of scoffing and eye daggers effective in warning him off.
‘C’mon just say it’ Jeff huffs out, hands carting through his hair as you stomp out of the elevator childishly, intent on hiding in your hotel room for the rest of the trip.
The attempt to slam the door in his face is futile, the man still slipping through as you groan.
The next tactic is to ignore, you decide, turning away from him to take off your heels and pretend as if you’re on your own.
‘Y/n...’ he sounds frustrated himself, following quickly in your footsteps as you venture further inside.
‘WHAT? I...I just need to be alone right now.’ you finally declare, looking at him briefly before your mind begins its onslaught of flashbacks, faces inches away, his hand cradling your jaw.
‘No. I know you’re mad, please talk to me’ Jeff begs. You can’t help but laugh, ‘There’s nothing to talk about Jeffrey’ his brows furrow at the use of his full name, it sounds bitter coming from your lips.
‘Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go to bed’ you continue, both of you aware that you were nowhere near ready for that, dress still on and clinging to your skin.
It only takes Jeff three short strides to cross the room and pull you close, hand wrapped around the nape of your neck in an aching deja vu.
He’s trying to gather his thoughts, heart in his throat at the close proximity and mind spinning despite staying away from the drinks tonight.
You’re the first to break the silence, except it’s not to tell him how badly you want him closer, something Jeff’s own mind is screaming at him to finally express.
‘You done? Cause if you’re about to chicken out of kissing me again and pretend like nothing is going on between us tomorrow then I-’ Jeff shuts you up when he leans down and plants a hungry kiss to your mouth.
The real thing was better than you imagined, your lips moulding against each other with possessive intent.
To Jeff, it felt like coming home as he pulled you flush against him. His soft fingers blindly guiding the two of you to the bed, both unwilling to part even for some air.
Ever the tease, he eased you into the sheets and on your back, choosing to start his journey at your jawline, leaving deliberate marks and kisses down the column of your throat and protruding collarbones.
Jeff’s lips were agonisingly slow, leaving a mess in the wake of his actions.
Eventually, his mouth culminated it's worship by your hips, easing the silky dress up and over your head of messy hair.
You hurriedly slipped your bra off, itching for him to do just about anything at this point to ease the growing frustrations.
Jeff only eyed you in amusement, a teasing smirk on his lips before the remaining layers were off, leaving the muscular man bare in front of you.
‘Wait, shouldn’t we talk about this first?’ he snaps out of the intimate setting, brown eyes staring solely at your face with worry.
Your only response is to push the handsome man by his shoulders and straddle him in the bed, ‘We can talk later’ you decide, lips painting in various shades of pink and purple across the canvas of his neck and chest on your way down.
‘Y/n’ Jeff moans in surprise, a sigh of relief leaving his swollen lips as you teasingly kiss the tip of his length.
Jeff throws his head back, hands automatically reaching to grab at your soft locks, twisting the hair into a makeshift ponytail.
He could see you lick up the shaft and back to the top this way before he finally felt your warm mouth completely envelop around him.
‘Shit. baby...’ his breathy reassurance enough encouragement for your mouth to ease the rest of him in until he hits the back of your throat.
Jeff lets out a pornographic moan at the feeling of your throat constricting lightly around him.
He’s shuddering in pleasure, the real thing beyond any dreams he'd encountered every time you would wear a particularly revealing outfit around him.
‘Fuck, you’re going to have to stop baby’ his protests ignored as he writhed on the bed.
It was satisfying to have him like this, the view elating as you moved around to play with his balls teasingly.
‘Doll, I swear to god, if you continue I'll cum in your mouth. I need to be inside you’ he warns, groaning at the continued ministrations of your tongue.
You concede, taking him out of your mouth with a pop, smiling angelically as he takes only a second to recover, bare chest heaving in a beautiful display.
Suddenly, your positions change, your frame expertly thrown under him as Jeff hovers, lips wrapping around your earlobe to pull harshly before you’re kissing again.
Jeff can taste himself on your tongue, he smells divine this closeup, the aroma ingraining into your own skin as he paints down your heaving chest some love marks of his own.
‘Relax baby, ‘m gonna make you feel good’ he rasps, pupils dilated at the sight of you bare and so pliant under him.
With a smirk that could be felt against the skin of your chest he continues down your soft stomach, easily stealing the breath from your lungs as he plays with the side of her panties, snapping at the elastic before placing a kiss against the material on each side.
‘Jeff...please’ your voice sounds strained, body writhing against the bed sheets impatiently.
‘Whatever you want princess, just know I'm going to get a taste of you the next chance I get’ with that promise Jeff removes the last flimsy piece of fabric separating your bodies.
His larger frame hovers and you admire each inch of skin, lost in the moment.
The city lights reflecting off his bulging biceps, eyes dark as Jeff returns the lustful stare, still processing how he had managed to end the night wrapped between her legs.
And then he guides his length slowly inside you, throwing his head back at the tight and warm welcoming feeling of your pussy around him.
Jeff buries his head in your neck & you wrap your soft legs around his torso, warmth pulling him in deeper like a vice.
‘You feel like fucking heaven’ he groans deeply against your sternum.
You swear you can almost feel him smiling, the two of you pulling your heads away to look each other in the eye as he finally begins to move.
His hands follow a loving path down to your hips and thighs as Jeff draws away only to snap his hips more forcefully against your own.
The fastened pace draws a toe curling gasp from your kiss swollen lips.
Jeff decides there and then it was his favourite new view and sound: you, unravelling underneath him with each precise thrust.
For you, the vision of lean muscle and his increased movement spurred your own euphoria on to the finish line, Jeff somehow hitting at your g spot with every move. It was like he'd invented the art form, the familiar knot coiling in your stomach.
‘...Jeff’ the graphic whine of his name on your lips spurres his own ending on, the pressure immense as he releases once you clench around him sporadically in your own orgasm.
Trying to catch his breath, Jeff lays beside you, chests heaving from exhaustion as both of you stare at the ceiling momentarily.
Turning over to him, you swing a leg across his hip, his arms wrapping around you to pull you closer in return.
‘I knew you were a woman of many skills but fuck...that blowjob had me writing vows" he declares, voice low and half joking against your hairline as he begins to softly trace up and down your spine.
Your reply is a round of laughter, hair messy and lips still reddened from the previous activities, Jeff leans in to stifle the adorable sound with a soft but purposeful kiss.
The pair of you fall asleep soon after, well aware you might just have ruined each other for anyone else.
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Leonard McCoy - Guilt
♫ - Mars - Sleeping At Last
For @space-cowboy2227, I hope you enjoy and this is what you wanted! You lot as always, thank you for reading! Hugs! ♡
TW/CW: Survivors guilt and PTSD are running themes, if these make you uncomfortable then please skip this one!
Vulcan had been your home for some while, though you were not Vulcan yourself. Your studies had granted you time on many different planets, there to study the way their society worked and culture as a whole. Though, despite your time on other planets, there was just something about Vulcan that drew you to stay. Once your studies were complete, you returned and had resided there since. Two years later and you had remained.
There was something about Vulcan that kept you there. So much about it was beautiful. The colours of the planet were all sorts reds, greens and browns. The natural environment was made up of jutted rock formations, most of its surface covered in large deserts and mountain ranges. Bodies of water and rivers broke up the land. Your favourite parts of the landscapes were the volcanoes, some active and some not, alongside the ancient ruins and lava fields.
These were all things you were forced to remember about the planet you had come to call your home. Distant memories were all you had left.
Fire and death had replaced every good thought you had about Vulcan. Needless bloodshed all for the sake of revenge. A less than understandable motivation, more so now than ever. You were there the day it happened, the day Nero had drilled into the surface all in the name of vengeance. People died around you, in front of you, Vulcans and non-Vulcans alike. You were told fewer than ten thousand people on Vulcan had survived; most of those you'd held dear were dead. Images of that day flashed through your mind each day, unable to escape the thoughts.
You had ended up aboard the Enterprise, a Federation starship sent by Starfleet in an attempt to help Vulcan stop Nero's attack. They did, they managed to destroy his own ship, the Narada, but just a little too late. The ship's doctor, a man named Leonard McCoy, was the man to treat your injuries.
"There, you'll be fine," his voice was low, not unkind. You failed to say anything, you hadn't since you got into sickbay, and the doctor was rather worried. "Are you alright, Y/N? I mean, I can understand you bein' quiet and all, but are you alright?"
His voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you feigned a smile at him.
"I am, thank you, Doctor."
"Yeah, you look it," he raised an eyebrow. In a sincere voice, Leonard spoke again. "I'm a doctor, not a psychic, but I can absolutely see you ain't alright. I'm here if you need anything, just come on in and I'll help you with what you need."
Each night was a struggle to fall asleep, to even get any form of relaxation; memories and recollections plagued your waking thoughts, and your subconscious was no better. You were unmotivated to do anything, barely leaving your quarters unless you had to. Feelings of sickness and isolation overwhelmed you at times.
The gravity of Leonard's words didn't hit you until your worst night. Waking up with a start, you were in tears, and decided to take the doctor up on his offer.
Making your way from your guest quarters, you navigated the ship as best you could, still a little unsure of what was where; you hadn't seen a ship the size of the Enterprise before, she was beautiful. You only wish you had been aboard for better, happier reasons. Eventually, you found yourself at the doors to sickbay, hoping Leonard was still in there. In your scared state, you failed to acknowledge that these were indeed sleeping hours.
Opening the door, you slowly padded in to see a small light in the office, making your way over with a light foot. Knocking, you waited for any answer from inside.
"Come in." A gruff, tired voice sounded, and you did so.
The door opened to reveal the handsome doctor, hunched over his desk with a dim light above him illuminating the room and setting a rather pensive mood. A pair of shining eyes made their way up to your own, eyeing you with a curiosity; Leonard most certainly wasn't used to visitors at such an hour.
"Oh," he realised he hadn't spoke, so he stood and motioned for you to enter, inviting you in. "Please. What can I do for you?"
As you stepped in, you sat on the chair that was free and now in the light, Leonard could see your tear stained face, eyes red and puffy. He looked down apologetically, kneeling down in front of you.
"I- I-" you stuttered, unable to get your sentence out for fear of your voice breaking. Luckily, Leonard interrupted you, saving both an awkward sentence and an uncomfortable silence.
"I know, I understand."
"It was horrible, doctor. I can't put it out of mind, every time I close my eyes all I can see is the destruction. I feel so guilty, Leonard, there were people I knew, people I cared about, that didn't survive. I lost everybody, and still I managed to survive. A part of me thinks I shouldn't have..."
Your string of words had fallen off its trail as Leonard placed a hand on your shoulder, noticing the silent tears that began to fall down your cheeks once more.
"You absolutely should be here, Y/N. Please, don't ever think that you shouldn't be. Survivor's guilt is not uncommon, especially when someone's gone through what you have. It makes you no less worthy to be here. We'll get through it though, right? Together."
You looked up from your lap and stopped twiddling your thumbs. Seeing Leonard give you a small smile, you nodded, albeit a little half-heartedly.
"Is there any getting through this?" Your words were whispered, and he frowned slightly, not liking seeing you upset. He brought his hand from your shoulder and took one of your own in his. The other came to rest on your knee.
"Yes, there is. It will take time, and a lot of patience, but you can do it. Hell, we can do it. I'll work with you for as long as it takes. There's steps for things like this, and I'm gonna make a promise to you now, that you'll be alright in the end. Fully healed and moved on? Perhaps not. But better and healthier? Certainly. You don't deserve this; none of you do."
Leonard had moved his eyes from yours and instead was looking at the hand he held in his. You looked at his face, and in the light, you could see how he felt. He was upset himself, almost pained, and you instinctively took his other hand.
"Are you alright, doctor? You yourself seem... a little down" you asked softly.
"I uh, I'll share something with you. I have a.. a friend," he began, still not looking up at you. "He's a Vulcan, and he works on this ship. He's just lost his mother. Now, we fight tooth and nail and we never agree on nothin', but I still don't want to see him the way he is. He's struggling, as much as a Vulcan will let on, but he refuses help, citing his own peoples traditions as coping mechanisms instead. So, if I can't help him then I'm damn well gonna help everyone else."
As he spoke, you could see in each word that he was serious. Very serious. You placed a hand on his cheek, drawing his head up to you. Your eyes were watery, and so were his. Leonard looked at you just as you had him when you first arrived. Bringing him forward, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close.
"I swear," he said quietly. "I swear I'll help you be alright."
Pulling yourself back, you looked him dead in the eye, eyes still brimming with tears as you let your emotions free. Cupping his face, you wiped some of the stray tears that fell down Leonard's face too, a side of himself he rarely chose to show. In the face of such tragedy, however, it was hard not to. Taking comfort in each other, you whispered your reply.
"Thank you."
You stayed with Leonard in his office that night, sitting whilst he worked, both of you taking solace in the other's presence. From that day on, you vowed to work on recovery, knowing that with Leonard's support, you could accomplish anything.
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𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿:. 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘀 𝘄/ 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶
synposis.: in which satori tendou is determined to make your christmas feel a little more homey when home was literally a ten hour flight away.
warnings;;;;; none ;))
tendou satori. jersey number 5. owner of the projectively red hair. infamous "guess blocker". manga obsessed teenager... there were many names that he went by. and unfortunately, observant was one of them.
it was odd how his gift per day was one which could at times be a blessing and so land him in situations where it would be a prominent blessing and times when it would land him in tricky dilemmas.
one of them happened just a few days ago. inoue sato. very very very red hair, borderline ginger perhaps. but she insists that it's strawberry blonde. there was no debate about that.
one day, she decided to dye it lighter (don't ask why, she'll give you a stone cold glare for asking) and some parts hadn't been toned properly.
that's what reon said to tendou during english and satoru being the kind soul he was decided to tell her that.
"you're such an idiot," you told him, lightly dabbing the cut on his cheek, left by the dictionary she had thrown at his face. the others scowled in envy as they watched the pair of you: tendou fixating on each negligible movement; tendou's eyes flickering up to your eyes and then back to his feet; tendou falling deeper into a pit known as infatuation.
"well at least she got kicked out of class for hurting one of her precious classmates," he replies, extending the last few syllables for emphasis.
you scoff. "precious doesn't even begin to scrape the surface of your personality, satori."
another incident had occurred in another classroom. semi had his earphones in, not connected to his phone for preface. he was probably too absorbed by the music to even notice that his phone had started vibrating, playing a questionnable ringtone.
"semi." no response. "semi." no response again. "semi-semi." the red head impatiently tugs his earphones out of his ears, drawing him back into reality to listen to the sound that suddenly had everyone staring at him.
although it hadn't been his fault, semi didn't speak to tendou for a few days, making sure to send him rather powerful serves during practice.
unfortunately for him, the ball hit his face with a rather satisfying painful smack.
fortunately for him, that meant that you had to spend another twenty minutes stopping his nose bleed and tending to another bruise.
revenge was sweet but came in the form of a double-edged sword.
to summarise, his "gift" wasn't appreciated by his peers.
it had only been announced yesterday that students were allowed to visit home for the holidays, something that he wished he could celebrate but couldn't.
for one, his dad was out of town again, meaning that he had to spend the holidays with his mother who was always too tired to celebrate. so staying in his room was inevitable, using his free time to read his favourite manga or finish the stash of chocolates that his grandma sent when she couldn't come and visit.
last year was a mess. his cousins, probably turning twenty one if he could remember correctly, were always bragging about their significant others, interrogating him about his, or rather lack of, when they could fit it into their busy schedules.
so when he received a text from his grandma that they couldn't make it, he took the news a little better than what they hoped for.
"thinking of visiting my aunts in hawaii," one girl said, another following the comment with her own plans and how they were planning to travel overseas before the weather got too bad.
everyone wishes for a white christmas in naivety, never realising that others have to pay for the drawbacks.
and to his displeasure, one of the people who had to suffer from the drawbacks was you, a western exchange student who was staying in japan indefinitely.
tendou's phone vibrates once, twice, thrice before he gives into the temptation, opening it to read through the messages that were piling up.
"erm we don't have any guest rooms so you can stay here in the meantime," he points to his bedroom, pulling your suitcase into the very room.
you insisted that you could handle the luggage. naturally he declined your offer (it was a statement actually) and took your bags in hand, trying his best to ignore the flutter in his stomach when your hands brushed against each other.
"i'm surprised tendou," you say, falling back onto his bed. "the last time i came to your room, you refused to let me go anywhere near your room."
"that's because you were with semi." and he'd probably tease the hell out of me about my obsession, he mumbles to yourself.
"is that all?"
"yeah, that's all to it." there's an oddly sounding pause that follows, to which he frowns. "why what else were you thinking?"
"oh nothing! don't worry about it," you reply, waving your hand. "just give me a few minutes to change and i'll meet you downstairs."
he wasn't convinced at all.
***
tendou leaves his room more often now, sometimes finding himself watching you fit right into his family dynamic. the conversations that were had between you and his mother felt natural and barely forced.
she's genuinely smiling, he tells himself as you laugh at another one of her jokes. she was telling you about all the many times that tendou *insert scenario* which you apparently found oh so very amusing.
can't wait until that's used as some sort of blackmail.
during the night, he lays awake on the couch, legs sprawled in an odd position to provide some form of comfort. satoru wonders if you like his room, if you like the smell of his bedsheets *spoiler, you do. it feels comforting, almost as if he's with you at that moment.*
what semi says still plagues him. maybe he does like her a little more than he had hoped. and who could blame him?
the moment you passed by his classroom, he couldn't look away. not now at least, when every single prepubescent boy and their mother would be caught staring a little too long at your ivory coils or glossed lips.
it was hard not to look when all he could think about was getting to know you.
unfortunately, semi got to you first and befriended you, eventually inviting you to their lunch table one tuesday afternoon.
a flare of red hair was the first thing you pointed out about him, eyes falling to meet his before he plumped his head back onto the table.
"he's just tired," says ushijima in hopes to ease his friend.
"he'll be back in commission after lunch," semi adds, mentally taking a note of his odd behaviour.
it took weeks of observations and teasing for semi to conclude that he had a crush and it didn't show any signs of fading.
the next morning, he's greeted by his cousins — yes, those cousins — and he looks anything but pleased. for one, haruki was rather fond of you, doing anything in his power to be as close to you as possible. though you enjoyed the flattering compliments and the occasional flirty glances, you couldn't help but feel distant from tendou who was trying his best to manage the seven children that were climbing on top of him.
"need some help?" you ask from beside him and you swear he jumps.
"i thought you were entertaining your new boyfriend," he replies. it's supposed to be teasing but you can vouch for it being anything but that.
"you're not jealous are you?"
"why would i be? who wouldn't want to be with the high school sweetheart l/n y/n ?" the comment comes off a little rude, he notes. he confirms this as your face shifts into a deeply rooted frown.
"so that's what you think of me?"
"well if the shoe fits.."
then you get up and leave, dismissing some of the children to disappear into the kitchen.
"i'm such an idiot."
he wakes up to an insanely sweet smell, surrounding him in an aroma that was unfamiliar yet cozy.
he hadn't found the time to apologise to you for saying something so insensitive so he hoped he could find you in a house that had suddenly become the centre of a family gathering.
it's technically christmas eve. just a few minutes until christmas day. he took notice of a few presents with his name on a few of them. probably some new games or perhaps more socks. maybe it was the latter.
"these taste amazing! is it a western dish?" it's his mum speaking. who it was that the question was directed to remained unknown.
"oh um yes actually! my parents are originally from west africa so a lot of the food we eat has roots from that region, but my mum would make this for me whenever i was feeling sad or during the holidays as a treat for the young ones."
"i bet satori would love this," she replies, mouth mostly full. "he's always been a sweet tooth."
"yeah i know," your voice trails off into a quiet murmur.
she takes notice of it. "is something wrong? did anything happen between you and satori?"
"well we had a little disagreement. but it's probably nothing. maybe i'm just overthinking things."
his mum smiles knowingly, turning the heat on the hob down and taking your face in her hands.
"you know, he never stops talking about you.. as much as we'd all love for him to stop. and he can be a little bit of an idiot sometimes despite how observant he is."
"yeah, i can definitely agree on that last statement," to which the two of you laugh. tendou scowls bashfully.
"considering that he hasn't left his room since this afternoon, maybe you want to go and see if he's feeling alright? he might even want to try your um... i'm sorry, what did you say they were called?"
"puff-puff. but there are plenty of other names for it."
"ah okay."
you bump into him soon after the conversation, somehow managing to keep the fried dough on its plate without dropping them. tendou takes a whiff of them...
they smell really good....
he realised that he's been standing awetruck for a few moments now and you've been waiting for a response or rather trying to think of a response. music blares from the living room and you spot his cousins making a beeline for the two of you.
"let's go outside," you tell him, tugging his wrist to the front of the house, still keeping the puff puff in tact on the plate. the door closes on the children as tendou turns it lock, awkwardly smiling down at you with his keys in hand.
he should apologise. definitely. but his throat feels dry and his hands are sweaty. the reason was unknown considering that for one thing, he was outside in negative degree values so there was no reason for his hands to be so profusely moist. he doesn't usually get nervous around you unless it's just the two of you.
then in that case, he realises "oh... it's just the two of us."
rather than keeping silent, you hand him one of the fried dough balls and nod, signalling him to eat it.
"it tastes really good," he gushes in between bites. "i bet your siblings must have been obsessed with these."
"yeah, i used to make them when my parents were working. i wonder how they're doing.."
"eh? why haven't you called them? it's almost christmas!"
"timezones exist tendou."
"oh... right."
"that and i don't think hearing their voice will make me feel any better."
of course you were homesick. a holiday that's reserved to be spent with family was one which you were spending with strangers. snow was truly a blessing and a curse.
"then don't call them. if it makes you feel any better, everyone in that house thinks of you as family. so in case you ever feel like you're alone during these holidays, just remember that you're not. afterall, you've got me!"
you snort. "yeah, i'll remember that for the future." it was a sarcastic comment but you were genuinely laughing about his comment, forgetting how just being around tendou was enough to lift your spirits again.
"i'm sorry for earlier."
"don't sweat it. i was just being stupid."
"no you weren't."
smirking you ask, "so you were jealous?"
"as if!" he scoffs. but quietly he murmurs "haruki is too good for you anyway."
"really?" it was loud enough for you to hear regardless. "then tell me tendou satori, who do you think is good enough?"
he's sweating again. even more than before because you've gone and the plate of puff puff have been pushed aside allowing you to move closer and closer towards him. he's only millimetres away from you when he realises "oh crap! i'm going to kiss them! i'm going to kiss y/n! i haven't even checked whether my breath smells or combed through my hair a couple of times!"
but it happens regardless and its quick, ephemeral to be accurate but it's enough to send him into overdrive. he felt stiff under your hold and you couldn't help but laugh.
damn that laugh.
the pair of you hear the alarm go off for midnight. christmas day, your phone reads.
"we should probably go back inside before your mum gets worried," you mumble against his lips. all he could manage was a nod.
tendou satori was observant for the most part. afterall his gift always managed to land him in sticky situations that were always due to his gift.
call it defective if you want, but despite how keen his eyes were, he never realised that maybe there was that 0.000001% chance that you liked him as much as he liked you.
+ bonus:
"oi satori!" his older cousin, that cousin, calls him over with his fiancé in arm. she's pretty.
"you never told me that you brought your girlfriend over! i thought we were close like that?"
not even in the slightest.
"it's just because he hasn't had the time to!" you reply, stepping to stand beside him, your arm moving to wrap itself around his. tendou turns to look at you.
"girlfriend?"
"i mean if you want me to."
"are we interupting something satori? we can always leave." his cousin smirks knowingly.
"um n-no!" he hums a response. "in fact, we can take this to the kitchen!"
i'll take you up on that offer.
(+) 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁
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Part 2 with da angst
2: Young Ranbob did not understand at all what was going on, infact he refused to believe he ever had anything to do with the sabotages, it was only when Dream took over completely and gave Ranbob enough of his mind to know what he was doing, did he finally accept it. He tried and tried to break Dreams control and get control of his body back, but nothing he did ever really worked, and the more he tried Dream eventually began to punish him, forcing him to stop. He felt aboustely awful, like a failure, a murder, and just a shitty person during all of this. His journal shows basically all of his mental decline, it went from normal, him recording special things during the day, to semi-normal, him expression concern and fear over the sabotages and killings (with some out of place words or sentences here and there appearing half way through, showing Dreams presence), to recordings from someone with obvious mental distress (misspelled words, extreme fear, showing fear of himself, hasty writings and drawings, very obviously out of place sentences (their neater than the rest and written differently, written by Dream), and meaningless words and sentences, obviously trying to say something but not knowing how too), all they way to flipping entries of when Ranbob is in control (sadness, despair, hasitly done, regret, and just heavy sentences) to when Dream is in control (Neat writing, stating "facts", showing a level of glee). Ranbob does still have it, he actually still uses it to record what happens in the groups and how far he's come. To the Gladiators its more of a "Hey I found this thing, lets read this thing." "No let's not read the thing." "Im going to ignore you and read it anyway.". The pictures are from the current ruined state of the City of Mizu, and pictures showing Ranbob at the fishermens house, struggling to walk and even eat on his own, though a few are from before Dream ever got a hold of Ranbob.
3: The way you just said "Causally drops some trauma on them, huh?" And "Traumatized gremlins" made me laugh so much. Its so accurate and made me just think of the brothers vibing toghere before I just pop in and drop tons of trauma on them before dipping. "Ah, damn, the opponent stared me in my chest." "WHY ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS!? YOUR BLEEDING OUT!" "Oh im used to this. Trust me I'll survive...probably." "RAN I SWEAR!". And "Ranbob when did you last eat?" "Uhhh, 2 days ago I think." "..." "D-did I eat too soon? I dont have to eat for another day or two max-" "Ranbob shut up and eat." "B-but-" "If you dont eat I'll tell Benjamin." "OK ok I'll eat." Ran thinks its normal to get stabbed often, while Ranbob thinks its normal to only eat every 2 or 3 days, and to not sleep for a long time. There is one particular hunter that's been hunting him the longest, they go by Raq and are the most determined to get Ran, though they don't plan on killing him, but rather kidnapping him and exploting him for pearls. It was a bit hard at first, Ran kept having to leave to wander around the City for a bit, though he eventually successfully got accustomed to staying in one place, though he does sometimes wish he could travel again.
4: A bit of everything, him getting violent and trying to run at first. But after that it fades more into what resembles a depressive state, with him refusing to move and crying while being lost in his head. He requires space to move around but be monitored in the first state, while for the second he needs constant comfort and physical contact. The aftermath was the fishermen and Jackie staying close to Ranbob for the next 2 days, while Grievous and Watson try to find Ran after he stormed off in anger and disbelief. Ran does know what a relapse means, but during the time he believes Ranbobs relapse might be something else (like his facade faulting maybe).
5: Not long at all, while Ran is carrying Jackie and Cletus makes fun of them as Ranbob is following him, Jackie quickly points out how Ranbob is like a lost puppy, and the same thing is basically happening to the two of them, but showed different ways. (The brothers making sure their family is safe by sticking close to them).
6: By the time they travel to Subbin, Ranbob has gained like 80 pounds and is a way more healthy weight and looks much more healthier than when the fishermen first found him.
7: Their usually either getting materials, looking around the area/exploring, being taught things by someone, or sleeping. Charles was the one who revived the nickname! He called him that when trying different tactics to calm him down from a nightmare, Ranbob immediately froze and after a while started to cry, Charles panicked but Ranbob quickly comforted him, saying he just hasn't heard Bobby used in such a long time and brings back both incredibly happy and incredibly sad memories. And with permission, Charles starts using it more. Ran also freezes when hearing it, immediately going ridged and almost ripping a map he has in his hands, when asked by Grievous what was wrong, he just growled out nothing and moved on. Though he does mull over it later, conflicting emotions running all over him.
8: Helping separate Ran and Ranbob was already big for the gladiators. As most people would just watch with glee. Then when they get time to talk and make the connection between Ran and Ranbob, they decide to make a exception and willingly put in effort to bond with the other group. Also them just naturally connecting made the bonding and trust easy between the groups.
9: They do both! They keep some books, pictures, and other stuff, but sell others as relics. Ranbob mostly disapproves of them selling the items, but also knows it'll probably be best to sell them, and have them either spread the story of Mizu as a warning, or have the story of Mizu destroyed by assumptions and twisting of the story.
10: I'm thinking maybe a Wilbur decendent is inhabiting a certain town, and when the groups stop in for a break, Wilbur decendant houses them and listens to their story, and tries to help?
11: They mostly just find them, they either find them in book stores or ruined towns and cities (maybe I can put The Masquerade tale in here somewhere), a wide range of people, from scholars to plain history nerds, to books from during the time of the SMP itself to books written by seemingly no one. Ranbob finds some himself, mostly when exploring with the group. I think I misworded this! Dream is the one who compared Ranbobs journal to Ranboos memory book! Ranbob knows of Ranboos memory book but he himself doesn't see the connection. Ran feels all of the above. He is extremely ashamed and disappointed in himself for hurting his brother, he hugs him tightly and apologizes non-stop, promising to make it all up to him, and while he asks for forgiveness he also says he doesnt expect for his brother to forgive him. Once he finally sees Dream for real though he's the first one to blindly attack and try to kill em. Though he doesnt succeed.
12: No one expect the brothers where outside in the rain when they fought. So no one knew of what was happening. Its only when Ran finally joined them, but alone, did they get scared and alarmed. And when Ran admits they got into a fight and Ranbob ran off, the fishermen immediately start yelling at Ran and run off to find Ranbob, screaming his name into the deafening thunder. Grievous follows them but Watson and Jackie hang back a bit, Jackie just looks at Ran with a heartbroken expression, tears in his eyes, and asks, with his voice shaking and laced with sadness, "Why can't you at least try to accept him, you dont have to like or forgive him, but why can't you just let him heal?" "Jackie..you dont know what's he done-" "I do know! And I'm willing to help him change and recover! You can't and your his brother! What kind of family member are you?" Ran tries to respond but Jackie just chokes and shakes his head at him, running off to follow the others. Watson then speaks up, simply saying "Mate, your doing more than hurting Ranbob at this point." Before running off to follow and join the others. Ran feels horrible, even before being confronted he so badly wanted to chase after Ranbob, but was to scared too and he constantly was trying to reassure himself that he did the right thing, but no matter what, he couldn't convince himself that was the truth. And after the confrontation, Ran is taking what was said to heart and also considering running away, leaving the group behind and sparing them of all the pain he believes he causes, believing that he's just as bad a family member as Ranbob was. But he doesnt, because he feels like he absolutely needs to talk to his brother and everyone else.
2: Oh god. Poor Ranbob. He really went through it. It does make me wonder, did anyone notice something was up? His mentor? Parents? Friends? Speaking off, what was his relationship with them all? From what I know, he seemed to be under a lot of pressure, so how did that effect things, and how did Dream’s presence change that? And uh, gladiators reactions to reading the diary? Also, did they get caught reading it, or? And how did everyone in general react to the pictures? The fishermen may have taken the latter, but how did they feel about seeing Ranbob before Dream came into the picture?
3: I tell it like it is, glad to hear it’s made you laugh though. And uh, oh boy. On one hand, I definitely shouldn’t laugh at stabbing and possible starvation. One the other. Ran’s reaction. Ranbob being threatened with Benjamin. Is he often threatened with Benjamin? What exactly happens if Benjamin is told? Will Raq be causing future problems? Is Ran happy to be on the road again?
4: That sucks. Did the gladiators witness it first hand, or did the fishermen kind of realize what was happening and split off for a bit? Reactions to either seeing or hearing this happen?
5: Ranbob’s reaction to this? Heck, all of the fishermen’s reactions?
6: As he should. If he ever starts looking even slightly thin again, Benjamin needs to jump into immediate action! Also, give him a blanket and warm drink, please? Please, he needs it, they all do.
7: So not too bad, that’s good. Charles was the one, huh? Interesting. Does Ranbob like having it back? And conflicting emotions, hmm? What would those emotions be? Does anyone ever notice the nickname makes him mad?
8: So the gladiators consider that their big approval? Why’s that? Like obviously, they helped break it up, but was it something particular? Did they get between the two? Jump into the arena? What?
9: A warning of Mizu...there’s something awfully tragic about that.
10: Sounds interesting! In what way would they be able to help?
11: Scattered about, hm? So Ranbob knows about Ranboo’s memory book? Did Dream tell him, or did Mizu have a copy, or? And yay, Ranbob finally gets a hug! Most wonderful! Sad Ran doesn’t succeed in murder, but meh. Always next time, I suppose.
12: You...you were really going for my heart when you wrote this, weren’t you? Um, first of all, ouch. Second of all, also ouch. That’s all I’ve got for you right now. Just, ouch, Anon. Ouch.
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prompt for luffy/nami: maps
Am I super late? Yes, of course. I think I received this ask in...June? May? I don't remember, so I apologize from the bottom of my heart, dear anon, but I was going mad with deadlines and I'm still going through a writing block, so I really hope you like it! I swear I did my best. <3
You can read this on AO3 too!
map of the problematique
The day was almost ending, the sky burning with the sunset, and Nami still had a pencil in her hand, scribbling lines and forms on a once empty paper. Other supplies scattered across the table, along with the quietness of the library, helped her finish another map successfully.
Being able to see the piece of work coming to life filled Nami's chest with pride and joy; there wasn't a clear explanation to what she felt every time.
She took a deep breath and tried to rest her sight — looking intently at one thing for an extended period always gave her a headache, even if it was her beloved maps or tangerines. Robin was there with her too, but her silence was welcoming and contrasted so much with the usual ruckus of the ship. Nami rested her face on her right hand, admiring the neatly drawn shapes and lines, how her scale was correctly measured, she double-checked, and the vivid colors on the paper. She ran her free hand over the map with fondness, a soft smile on her face while thanking the heavens for being free to do what she liked; what she was meant to do.
Sometimes, Nami wondered how her life would have been like if she had never met Luffy. Where would she be now? Still with shackles on her feet, bound to Arlong? Stealing, risking her life, suffocating more and more?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door and the voice of her captain, "Oi, Nami, are you there? Can I come in?"
Robin chuckled and stood up, walking in the direction of the door to let the firecracker of a man get in. She opened the door and smiled at him, saying with the calm voice of usual, "Hello, Luffy. Can we help you with anything?"
"Hey, Robin, didn't know you were here. Can I stay here with you two?" he asked with his never-ending energy.
Hmph, always brighter than the sun, Nami thought.
"Why, of course. But I was already on my way out. Nami is still staying for a while. Want to keep her company?" Robin asked and looked over her shoulder to the navigator, winking at her.. Nami narrowed her eyes and pouted, catching on the implicit invitation behind her words.
Why must Robin be so damn smart? For fuck's sake.
Luffy had no idea of what had just transpired between the girls and happily added, "Sure! Bye, Robin!"
The archeologist softly grinned and sprouted two hands, patting their heads and bidding them goodbye. Nami heard Luffy's chuckle before the door clicking shut and right after, the sound of his flip-flops across the floor. She felt his breathing on her neck and couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine, her heart starting to beat at an alarming pace in the blink of an eye.
He rested his head on hers and asked, cheerful and beaming as a goddamn sunflower, "Hey Nami! Can I see your maps?"
She knew she couldn't be the sun like him, especially not after the trick he played on her the day before so she grunted, "No."
"C'mon, Nami! Lemme!" Luffy whined like a spoiled brat, entangling his rubber arms around her neck. Took a shower and smelling nice, aren't you?
Nami sighed and crossed her arms, fighting the urge to look in his direction and forcing her heartbeat to stabilize. Damn him and his damned carefree laugh. She snorted, "Luffy, what are you doing here? Don't you have anything else to do?"
"Sheesh, Nami! You're mean! If you don't want me here then just tell me." He let a deep breath and she could feel him pouting. Luffy was still holding her when he spoke again, voice low, "You have been away for almost the whole day, Nami. I was just worried."
"Of course I was, you moron! Have you forgotten what you did yesterday? You almost fucked up the maps that took me almost two weeks to finish!" How easy it was for him to stir her up and make her angry. Luffy was amazing but sometimes he acted like a child, something that always drove her mad.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry!" He held her tight so she wouldn't escape but careful enough to not strangle her. A great show of controlled strength. She tried to disentangle herself from his embrace, but that only made him encircle his legs around her torso now. Acting like a child again, wanting the adult to forgive him at all costs. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to! I swear I'll… I swear I'll… I swear I'll eat vegetables for a week, and I won't complain!"
His plea seemed sincere, but the idea that he was bargaining a thing that should be on his menu on a daily basis, instead of the huge chunks of meat he thinks is the only necessary thing to make him survive, baffled her. Then, it came in fits and bursts. One snort, then a second, the third was already mixed with laughter, and in the end, Nami was laughing at her heart's content.
He followed her, chuckling slowly and grinning warmly, then his candy-coated laugh that always melted her heart finally reached her ears. They laughed until their ribs hurt. Luffy's occasional child behavior would always provoke two reactions in her: complete anger or complete amusement. Sometimes both.
"Okay, okay. I'm fine, you silly goose. Thanks for apologizing." Nami patted his head, finally having the courage to look into his owlish eyes. His grin became bashful when their eyes met, but he stayed wrapped around her. She pinched his nose lightly and said in a loving voice, "C'mon, let me go. You must be feeling uncomfortable holding me like that, with the chair between us."
Luffy instantly released her, the characteristic sound of his arms and legs retracting echoing in her ears before grabbing another chair and sitting beside her. Her anger towards him long forgotten Nami decided to get back to work. Sometimes it was complicated to get things done when the captain was around but there were times where Luffy would seek her for silence.
The boy from two years ago wasn't like that. But the man he was now valued quiet and peaceful times as well. He was often watching the sunset, humming some song sitting on top of the Sunny's figurehead. Sometimes he was even lost in thought.
He rested his head on her shoulder, watching her pencil carefully slide across a new blank paper, firm and precise black lines appearing. Luffy's silence and steady breathing allowed Nami to enter her focused mode once again.
“Whaddya wanna do after you finish the map of the world?” Her captain spoke again after a while, voice a bit rough from disuse and a bit husky, something she hasn’t gotten used to yet and still has no idea how to deal with. It made her hand falter, the perfect line broken now, and a vein popped on her forehead.
Nami took a deep breath, picking up the pencil and sharpening it before answering him, "I… Don't know?"
"Wanna go back to your village?" Luffy asked, apparently not paying attention to the way her concentration was interrupted.
She looked down at his face resting on her shoulder, meeting his eyes and responding warily, "I still haven’t thought about it, Luffy. We still have a long way to go before all of our goals are achieved."
Nami heard his agreement in the form of an "Mm-hmm,” and they both fell silent again. It was completely dark outside now, and the lights of the library had turned on automatically. The navigator decided to call it a day and give some attention to her friend, waiting patiently for her. Waiting was not precisely the right word since she could hear soft snores, but he stayed there, by her side trying not to bother her, but wanting a bit of her presence.
She put away the new map with the others, organized her drawing supplies and putting them away in the drawer below her dedicated desk in the library. Nami rested her hand on her now empty desk, drumming her fingers following the rhythm of the happy-go-lucky songs coming to life through Brook’s violin and thinking about what she could do right now with the moron glued to her side.
A stolen glance at his peaceful face was all she needed to make her forget any of her worries. The face of someone who's half boy and half man, who has kindness in every movement and was able to see right through people. A beautiful soul able to connect with anyone's soul. Her best friend and the boyish man she loves, a person who lived his life to its fullest. Always wanting people around to do the same.
Nami scooped him in her arms — he always became a bit lighter when sleeping — and nestled him to her chest when she settled them down on the couch next to the window. The motion woke him up, but he only curled more against her. The red head rested her chin on his head and mumbled softly, "And you? What do you wanna do after becoming the Pirate King, Luffy?"
"Keep traveling, I guess." He answered and shrugged, voice still hoarse, now from sleeping.
Nami knew that was an answer that suited him. The freest man in the world would like to keep traveling, learning new things, and meeting new people. She just nodded as he started to play with a thread of her hair before asking, absentminded, "Do you think you'll finish the map of the world before I become Pirate King, Nami?"
"Honestly, I don't think so. The world is huge, and the sea is vast. It will take me a long while, I guess."
It was true. Nami would probably be one of the last to achieve her dream. Not that she minded, no. If the Pirate King wanted to keep traveling then she would continue being his navigator for however long he needed. Eventually she'd finish her map, and his promises to her would be fulfilled.
"Good. That means you'll stay," Luffy replied quietly.
She chuckled and watched him wrap a thread of her hair around his finger, "Are you still so dependent on your navigator, Captain? I can make you a copy of my maps."
"It's not that!" Luffy turned around fast, almost headbutting her, his face closer than before. She meant to scold him, she really did. But the way he was looking at her, with pleading eyes and some emotion behind it she couldn't quite put her finger on it forced her to shut up. Was he truly afraid of being left alone? Did he think they'd separate again?
But there it was once more, the fuzzy feeling every time she was the focus of his undivided attention. The mysterious warmth that enveloped her when he was that close, when she was caught off guard. Although she knew there was no mystery there, she knew the reason behind the phenomenon, definitely knew how to spell the word that explained it all.
It had been easy falling for that mess of a man, there was no one in the word that was immune to Luffy's charm. The man had the whole world in his hands, always captivating people everywhere he went with his simplicity. But admitting that… Admitting that had been hard.
And there wasn't a time where Nami didn't have to fight the urge of finally reaching, of finally closing the gap. Maybe I can do it today?
"Then what is it, Captain?" she leaned in, her lips almost brushing against his and let herself hope he wouldn't push her away.
Luffy stared at her lips, her eyes, and then her lips again.
She wondered if Luffy had ever kissed anyone. And if he did, how would he kiss? How would it feel— her lips on his? Would it be like kissing a rubber? That’d definitely be weird. Would she find out today? Why couldn’t she close the gap?
Afraid. You’re afraid this would change everything.
And losing Luffy would be like a nightmare. It would be suffocating the same way she felt when working on her maps for Arlong in that lonely room.
But Luffy had another idea in mind. There was almost no one as straightforward as him and he made the decision for her.
Oh.
It felt like rubber and she finally satiated her curiosity, but for some reason it wasn’t weird. It was a simple peck on her lips, gentle and chaste. Maybe that answered her question, maybe he hasn’t kissed anyone yet and her heart soared as she thought she might be the first one, feeling like a little girl again.
He indeed had the world and her heart in his hands.
Luffy moved away a bit, his owlish eyes piercing hers, studying her reaction. It had been so quick, so fleeting, but her lips tingled. And that was so unfair because she wanted more but had no idea if she could ask for it. She was a greedy witch, but this was way more dangerous than money and bets.
But then he dived in again, this time with a hand on her neck and the other on her hip, squeezing and making her open her mouth in protest. She felt the tip of his tongue and felt his hesitation. He was unsure of what to do despite his initiative. It was sweet and endearing, but she remembered how greedy she was. And Luffy was her treasure much like her gold and maps.
Hands tangling in the hair on the back of his neck, the growl he let out making her pull him closer, as much closer they could be. Her tongue brushed against his and it’s really all downhill from there.
When she broke the kiss, who knows how much time later, she looked at him, trying to make him see that she wanted to know the answer to her question.
His big toothy smile told her he was about to assure her everything was okay, but he actually didn’t need to. Everything was always okay when he was around, even with his shenanigans, even after he almost destroyed two weeks’ worth of work.
""It's not about the maps! I just don't wanna sail without you, Nami!"
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I Know you like Polnareff alot so I'll request one .. can I get a Polnareff oneshot where the reader is part of the crew and knows french so she flirts with Pol. And no one else has a clue what's going on?
I used google translate for the French so R.I.P. to the accuracy. I’ll put what I was trying to say in brackets, however, and if anyone who actually speaks French wants to correct me they are more than welcome. Also this uhh... this is one of the longest things I’ve written in a while. Did someone say comfort character?
As soon as the frenchman spotted you getting off the bus, he flashed you a wide smile. It’d been a while since he’d last seen you, but he’d recognize your features anywhere.
The other crusaders looked on, waiting to see who the special person Pol called in to help was. All he said was that you were an old friend.
Your boots moved against the concrete elegantly as you tucked a stray hair out of your face. The light blouse and sleek pants you wore complimented your figure nicely.
You waved, blowing Pol a kiss when you spotted him. “Bonjour,” you said, the French rolling off your tongue as though it was your first language.
Polnareff opened his arms for a hug but you just clicked your tongue. “Oh, no. I’m still mad at you, Jean. Now, why did you make me come all the way out here? Where even is here? What country is this?” you shook your head. “God, it’s been such a long trip.”
You noticed Pol’s companions and shook hands with each, introducing yourself as you did so.
“So, you’re the old friend Polnareff has been mentioning,” the man who introduced himself as Avdol prompted.
You nodded. “Something like that. But I still don’t know why I’m here.”
Joseph piped up. “We’re trying to defeat an enemy that goes way back. Polnareff said you could assist us.”
You glared at the silver-haired man who was currently distracting himself with his nails. “Oh, he just assumed I would, huh?” you huffed. “Well, I’m already here so I might as well.”
That was the start of your inclusion as part of the crusaders. As time went on, you got to know the others more, befriending them as best as you could. You still gave Jean the cold shoulder, however. The others weren’t sure why, but Jean knew what he did wrong. That’s for damn sure.
The others found out, eventually, though; over a dinner, in fact.
You sat next to Avdol, chatting about nothing in particular. Pol directly across from you, simply pouting.
Joseph looked between the two of you. “So, uhh, what’s your past together, really? I know you said not to bring it up but if we’re to defeat Dio together we should get along. All of us. And that means fixing whatever shit Polnareff did to make you mad at him.”
“Moi? Why do you assume it was ME that did something?” Polnareff spoke up, crossing his arms.
“Because it was you,” was your reply as you took a sip of your beverage.
His face flushed. “That was a long time ago.”
You glared at him. “But you never apologized.”
“Es-tu sérieux? Qu'ai-je fait de mal? [Are you serious? What did I do wrong?]”
“Tu veux vraiment y aller? Tu n'as même jamais dit au revoir! J'avais dix-huit ans à l'époque! Vous êtes parti sans un mot et je ne savais pas où vous étiez et vous m'appelez soudainement de nulle part et vous attendez à ce que je voyage des centaines de kilomètres pour vous aider? [Do you really wanna go there? You never even said goodbye! I was eighteen at the time! You left without a word and I didn't know where you were and then you suddenly call me up out of nowhere and expect me to travel hundreds of kilometers to help you?]”
“J'avais dix-huit ans aussi, au cas où tu aurais oublié! J'étais un enfant stupide! Tu étais mon ... tu sais ce que tu étais pour moi! Je ne voulais pas tout gâcher! [I was eighteen too, in case you forgot! I was a stupid kid! You were my... you know what you were to me! I didn't want to mess it up!]”
You scoffed. “Gâcher? Et vous pensiez que me quitter après que nous ayons dormi ensemble pour la première fois n'était PAS une erreur? [Mess it up? And you thought leaving me after we slept together for the first time was NOT messing it up?]”
The others were simply looking back and forth in confusion. Obviously, you two had a rough past. Joseph cleared his throat awkwardly. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up…
Pol glanced down at his plate. “Je ... je suppose que c'était mal de moi. Je suis désolé. Je ... t'aime toujours, tu sais? Je n'ai jamais arrêté. [I ... I guess it was wrong of me. I am sorry. I... still love you, you know? I never stopped.]”
You began to cry.
Avdol put a comforting hand on your shoulder, though he didn’t know what to say.
“God damnit,” you muttered. “I still love you too, moron.”
There was silence. Though they understood only that, the other crusaders knew what went down between the two of you.
After that, everyone went to their rooms. Nothing else was spoken other than unmeaningful ‘good night’s and ‘see you tomorrow’s.
In the morning, you woke up with a newfound purpose in life. You knew how he felt, and he knew how you felt, but you were determined to grind his gears in revenge, anyway. He broke your heart so he deserved it. How to do it, however? You had a plan.
“Good morning, everyone,” you said as you walked into the breakfast area, your black silk robe still tied neatly against you. “I hope you all slept well. I have a feeling today is going to be a great day!”
“Uhh, yeah,” Kakyoin muttered, raising a brow. “You okay? You were… crying last night.”
You ruffled his hair. “Oh, don’t even worry about it, I’m great! More than great, actually.”
With that, you mozied off to grab a plate and start piling on breakfast items to eat. Luckily, the man you were looking for was right in front of you.
“Bonjour,” you said, tone light.
Pol shot you a look, but didn’t question your cheery attitude. “Salut.”
“Tu as l'air différent ce matin. Plus beau. Avez-vous fait quelque chose avec vos cheveux? Ou changer de tenue? [You look different this morning. More handsome. Did you do something with your hair? Or change your outfit?]”
“Non? Qu'est-ce que tu fais? [No? What are you up to?]”
You shrugged. “Je te donne juste un compliment. [Just giving you a compliment.]”
He finished stacking up his food and started to head back to the table, you following behind him.
As soon as you sat down, you began conversing once more. Running a hand lightly through his styled hair, you asked, “Êtes-vous sûr de n'avoir rien changé? [Are you sure you didn't change anything?]”
Jotaro let out a sigh, tilting his hat down. “Good grief. Here we go again.”
Pol shooed your hand away. “Oui. Maintenant mange. [Yes. Now eat.]”
This was the regular all day. Any chance you got, you’d pay him a compliment in French. The poor frenchman didn’t know what you were up to, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out.
After dinner, when the ones who were old enough to drink went down to the bar, was when things really started heating up.
Avdol and Joseph sat beside you as you sat beside Pol. They were busy chatting when they noticed you start a conversation. Despite not understanding, they decided to listen in.
“Belle nuit, non? [Beautiful night, no?]” you said, leaning your head against his shoulder as you stirred your glass.
You were right. It was beautiful.
“Oui [yes],” he agreed.
“Pas aussi beau que toi [not as beautiful as you],” you quipped, nudging him with your elbow.
He let out a sigh. He would love nothing more than to take the compliment as it was, but he knew not to. He felt stupid not knowing what you were up to, but he had a feeling it had to do with him falling for your scheme of compliments. His expression remained neutral, though you spotted color appearing on his cheeks. You smirked.
“Cette nuit n'était pas si mauvaise, non? C'est pour ça que tu es parti? Parce que je n'étais pas assez bon? Parce que je serais prêt à réessayer. Donnez-moi une autre chance et je jure que vous ne voudrez plus jamais quitter le lit. [That night wasn't so bad, was it? Is that why you left? Because I wasn't good enough? Because I'd be willing to try again. Give me another chance and I swear you'll never want to leave the bed.]” Your feet nudged his legs as you spoke.
You felt his shoulder tense underneath you.
“Ce n'est pas ça et tu le sais. [That's not it and you know it.]”
You began to trace the top of his hand with your nails, drawing little shapes. You noticed the hair on his arms stand up.
“Je ne te crois pas~~~~ [I don't believe you~~~~]”
Joseph leaned over to whisper to Avdol. “I think she might be flirting with ‘im.”
“Why would she do that if he broke her heart?”
Joseph shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never understood a woman’s true motives a day in my life, that’s why I was asking you what you think.”
“I’m a fortune teller, Mr, Joestar, not a mind-reader.”
Dismissing Avdol, Joseph tuned back into what was happening on the other side of him.
You now had one arm wrapped around his bicep, the other trailing a nail from his hand up to his shoulder and towards his neck.
“Rejoignez-moi dans ma chambre et convainquez-moi, n'est-ce pas? [Join me in my room and convince me there, won't you?]”
Polnareff gently grabbed your hand, stopping you from caressing his face. “Pourquoi fais-tu ça? Je sais que tu gardes toujours rancune. [Why are you doing this? I know you still hold a grudge.]”
You let out a weary sigh. “Oh chéri. S'il vous plaît. Arrêtons-nous avec les présentations et le bavardage. [Oh, love. Please. Let's just stop with the introductions and chit-chat.]”
With that, you stood up, moving to grasp his wrists and lead him away from the bar.
Joseph turned to Avdol but the Egyptian shook his head. “We’re not following them. Well, I’m not. I’ll be in the room. You’re welcome to do whatever, Mr. Joestar, but I’ll have no part.”
Avdol got up, moving towards the stairs.
Joseph scoffed. “Well, fine.” He ran after Avdol. “Wait for me!”
You let out a sigh of relief. You brought Pol out into the empty patio, and there was no sign of the other two following you. You breathed out, breath visible in the cool air.
“I think we’re alone now,” you said. “Finally.”
Polnareff turned to you, expression one that was commonly found on him present. Confusion. “What are you trying to accomplish? Just tell me.”
You said nothing, your hands tracing up both of his arms before resting against his cheeks. You used your thumb to caress his face. Fluttering your eyelashes, you gave him a look he recognized from way back in that hotel in France. You leaned up, getting on your tippy toes.
Despite the logical side of his brain telling him he shouldn’t, he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in.
Your lips met, but before anything could happen, you pulled away suddenly. You were crying.
“I’m such an idiot,” you muttered. “Why did I think this was a good idea?” You backed away from his grasp. “I’m sorry.”
Polnareff’s heart shattered. He hated seeing you in tears, especially since he didn’t know the reason. He assumed it was probably him. “What’s wrong?”
You bit your lip. “I was going to get revenge,” you said. “Do to you what you did to me. But I can’t. If… if I go up to your room and do what we did together when we were teens I could never convince myself to leave you. Because I’m still in love with you, and not just a little bit. A lot. So much that it hurts. And I don’t want you hurt, even though you hurt me. Because I’m stupid in love with you.”
For such a talkative man, he had nothing to say.
You two just stood in silence, cold air freezing your skin as you rubbed your arms. You let out a shaky sigh, eyes closing. You felt like an idiot. A love-sick idiot.
Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against a broad chest that smelled of French alcohol and cigarette smoke. You took in a breath.
“I should be the one apologizing, ma chérie,” he said, voice cracking with emotion. “You deserve the world and if I could go back I never would have left you in that room. I just-- you had such big plans. You were an exchange student from America who was studying things I couldn’t even pronounce. I was some dumb nobody scrounging and wallowing about with no real purpose.”
“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled, arms moving to wrap around his neck as you glanced up at him. “You’re such an idiot, Jean Pierre.”
“I know,” he said, giving you a small smile. His cheeks were pink. “I really do know.”
“But I’d like you to be MY idiot from now on, if that’s okay with you.”
He gave a chaste kiss to your forehead. “If you’re willing to take me back, even in this hell of a situation we’re in right now, then I’d love nothing more, ma chérie.”
Your response was in the form of a kiss. But this time, it wasn’t a short one.
What finally pulled you two apart was a familiar gruff voice from a few stories above. “I knew it! I knew it!”
You both looked up, shooting glares at the elderly Joestar. He gave you a quick smile before popping his head back inside his window.
You let out a giggle, Polnareff chuckling along.
“Oh my,” you sighed. “What have I gotten myself into?”
He grinned. “I have no idea, myself, ma chérie. But we’ll have a bizarre adventure finding out!”
That night, you two shared a bed, snuggled up against each other. There was nothing more than scattered kisses shared, but it was a pleasant night, nonetheless.
When morning came, however, and you were met with strong arms embracing you from behind as a familiar snore sounded in your ear, you felt better than you had in years. More specifically, since that night in France.
Letting out a hum, you turned to kiss his forehead. “God, I love you, you big French idiot,” you mumbled. And you meant it.
Hope you enjoyed! <3
#yeah#I took a simple prompt#rewrote it like 5 times#ended up making it 2500 words#and ended up with something I could've made an entire novel out of#but anyway it helped me wind down from my anxiety attack so I mean whatever works#sir that is my emotional support polnareff#sir no you dont understand if i didn't write 2500 words of him I would've died#it was a tragic situation#but yeah never say fandoms dont help people#because this mans has gotten me through some shit#jjba#jjba x reader#jean pierre polnareff#polnareff#jojos bizarre adventure#jojos bizarre adventure stardust crusaders#jojo x reader#jojos x reader#fluff#fluffy#over 1000 words
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Birthday Present
- @lotuslioness
Looking at her wristwatch for the hundredth time, Anne sighed and tried to focus on the conversation around her.
"Did Tim say when he'd be here?" Asked her mother.
"No later than tea time," answered the Princess. It was past tea time.
"Why didn't he come with you?" Asked her Granny.
"I don't know, he just said that he was needed back home and promised he'd join us today," answered Anne. No one said anything, trying not to upset her, and carried on their previous conversation.
You see, today was Anne’s 46th birthday and she was celebrating it with her family at Balmoral Castle. She had arrived two days ago, the children were already there while her husband apparently had some business to attend to back in Gloucestershire and promised to join her on her birthday. Just this morning, he had phoned her to confirm that he would be in Balmoral at tea time. He couldn't find an earlier flight. It was supper time now and Tim was absent. Anne started getting flashbacks of previous birthdays full of disappointment.
Moments later, the rest of the family began to gather in the dining room. Dinner was about to start, and Tim was still missing. Apparently her younger brother took notice too and thought his opinion mattered enough to comment.
"What’s going on, Annie? Husband is already missing in action and you’re not even married 4 years," said Andrew laughing, but gulped when he saw the glare his sister threw his way.
“You’d know all about that, wouldn't you?” retorted Anne coldly. "And if you call me Annie again, I'll make sure Beatrice and Eugenie will never have a sibling.”
Andrew started to protest before his mother chastised him and he kept silent. Minutes later, the Butler came to announce that dinner would be served if they would like to take their seats.
Meanwhile, Tim Laurence was cursing his life and luck. Everything had been going as planned: he’d left his home at 6AM thinking that he'd be at Balmoral at 4PM maximum, but his plans had soon gone out of the window. First there were car crashes, then road constructions which all made the traffic hell and when he had to stop to use the loo a couple of times, his companions refused to go back to the car. Now it was nearly 7PM and he was sure everyone would be having dinner. He was sweating, knackered, and full sure his wife would kill him.
Finally arriving at his destination, he parked and was greeted by an aide who told him that the family had just sat down to dinner. Tim scowled but he explained his plans to the lad and after thanking him for his help, he took the stairs two at a time to his room. He quickly showered and changed and raced to the dining room. Trying to steady his breath he knocked at the door and went inside.
"I apologise for being late," he said.
Anne was picking on her food, wondering what was wrong with her husband. Maybe he’d had an accident, and he was in some hospital, or maybe-, but her thoughts were cut short by the sound of his voice greeting them and apologising for being late. She smiled faintly, happy that he was safe but didn't speak to him. Instead she listened to him explaining that he had come by car and the traffic had been terrifying.
After dinner they were asked to retreat to the drawing room where they would celebrate Anne's birthday. In the corridor she felt her husband's arms around her making her stop walking.
"I'm sorry love, for being late and ruining your day," he whispered to her, kissing her neck.
She turned to face him. "Are you? Why on Earth would you choose to drive here from home when you could have taken a plane and been here earlier?! You have no idea of the pitying looks I’ve been getting all day, or the whispers I’ve heard, even fucking Andrew had something to say!" Her voice quivered but she made sure not to cry. Feeling a pang of guilt, Tim sighed and hugged her closer.
"I’m so sorry darling. I swear, I didn't do it on purpose. The matter was that I couldn’t transport your gift by aeroplane and the train takes even longer than a car, so driving was my only option."
Curious, Anne was about to ask what the gift was, but her husband silenced her with a kiss. "Wait and see. Now come on, you have a cake to cut."
After enduring the customary song and blowing out the ever-increasing candles on her cake, Anne opened her gifts and thanked everyone for them. But when it was Tim's turn, she found he was missing again. Before she could inquire where he’d got to, she heard his voice.
"Come on girls, don't be shy, come on." When she looked to where the voice was coming from, she found her husband walking back into the room, followed by two beautiful white English Bull terriers who each looked about one-year-old. She heard her daughter cooing and her parents chuckling. Kneeling down to their level, she petted and cuddled them and looked up at her husband.
"The one with the brown mark on her right ear is Florence, and the other is Dotty. They're sisters, nearly a year old and fully housetrained. Both love to walk and dislike long car rides, and stubborn as hell. And of course, they're your birthday present," he explained.
Anne now had tears in her eyes. She stood up while Zara and the other kids eagerly got down on the floor to play with the pups.
"So that's why you were late?" She asked her husband.
"Indeed. A couple of weeks ago, I got a call from a friend that I served with who wanted to know if I was interested in taking an English bull terrier puppy. He knew we had Eglantyne, and he said his sister had four of them and she had to move abroad and obviously couldn't take them with her. I said yes as a new pup seemed like a perfect gift for your birthday, but when I went to pick one yesterday, there was only two left. Apparently no one was interested in taking Dotty, and I just couldn’t leave her behind," he explained, making his wife laugh.
"You big softie," she said, stroking his face. "Thank you. They're perfect," and with that, she kissed him as though there was nobody else in the room. It was only for her father clearing his throat that they eventually pulled apart.
"Later?" He whispered.
"Later,” agreed Anne, before getting back on the floor to cuddle her new babies.
And that's how Dotty and Flo joined the Laurence Family.
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#CUUUUUUUUTTEENEESSSSSS#doggos are my softspot#anything with doggos just makes me sob#i hope this is how they got them tbh#fannefiction#i will go down with this ship#unable to e v e n#submission#its always roast andrew o’clock in this household
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