#Marco's home for lost boys
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One Piece Fanfiction Recs
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Eustass "Captain" Kid
Eustass & Pipsqueak [18+] by @honeysworld-offanfiction
Payback [18+] by @icy-spicy
Sweet Dreams Are Made of This by @sofixxoxo
Sex and Violence [18+] by @zoros-sheath
Magnet Crush by @muenbear
KIDD; soft and loving kidd [18+] by @matchadobo
Just a Name One | Two by @escenariosinfumables
KIDD; calm to his storm by matchadobo
KIDD; fvck me like you love me [18+] by matchadobo
Botherin' Me [18+] by honeysworld-offanfiction
KIDD; 3 times he almost said i love you and the 1 time he actually did by matchadobo
Flowers Are Stupid by @sheerxfiction
An Eye for an Eye by icy-spicy
Safe Haven by @sofixxoxo
You're lost, unsure if they can find you by @eustasssimp
Making the reader cry (good) by eustasssimp
Language! [18+] by @sanjis-all-blue
Furtive by @myonepiece
Massacre Soldier Killer
Close Encounters by @heyitsdoe
Shooting Stars by @motherofflies
It's Okay to be Difference [18+] by @anemptypuddingcup
Killer's Baby Girl [18+] by honeysworld-offanfiction
You Don't Need It, You Want It [18+] by sheerxfiction
Killer's Darlin [18+] by honeysworld-offanfiction
Killer's Straw Hat Crush by myonepiece
Wearing His Shirt by eustasssimp
Kitchen Mischief by sheerxfiction
Roronoa Zoro
Rip My Ribcage Open [18+] by @yourtamaki
Late Night at the Office [18+] by @zorosimpclub
Against the Mirror [18+] by zorosimpclub
How to Disappear by @zorobff
I Bet On Losing Dogs by zorobff
In All My Dreams by @bby-deerling
Flowers by @fanaticsnail
Comfort Drabble by @anime-cupid
Portgas D. Ace
Fill You Up [18+] by @maddddstuff
Tension [18+] by @sharks31
Black Leg Sanji
Jealous, Jealous Boy by @bleachification
Too Much (Take Me Home) by @secretwritingspot
Home is Where the Heart Is (That Heart Just Won't Stop Racing) by secretwritingspot
Pros and Cons by @toriswritings
I Can See You by @holymusicalmothman
Put My Name at the Top of Your List by @ladadiida
Mouse in the Kitchen by @honeydjarin
3, 2, 1 [Masterlist - includes NSFW] by fanaticsnail
That's What Friends Are For (Platonic) by bby-deerling
Just For Me by @blondeewhorre
Type by @yayakoishii
Charlotte Katakuri
Katakuri & Little One [18+] by honeysworld-offanfiction
Buggy the Clown
Roger and Jessica Rabbit Effect by @writingoddess1125
Didn't Mean to Make Your Heart Blue by @wood-white-writer
Vice Admiral Smoker
More to Grab [18+] by honeysworld-offanfiction
Playing Dangerous [18+] by @ninascloset
Donquixote Doflamingo
Doffy's Messy Girl [18+] by honeysworld-offanfiction
Monkey D. Luffy
You Drive Me Crazy by @soulofapatrick
Run Away With Me by fanaticsnail
Trafalgar D. Water Law
Three Times You and Law Almost Confessed and The One Time That You Did by @nina-ya
Three Times Law Said "I Love You" by nina-ya
Untitled by @grandlinedreams
Trades of Goods and Services by bby-deerling
Benn Beckman
Untitled [18+] by @nekassvariigs
Multiple
Jell-O Shots [18+] (feat. Kid, Luffy, Zoro, Law and Sanji (Separate) x afab!reader) by @bokutosbiceps
Convenience (Mishanks x Reader) by @stillxnunpxidintern
"Wrap me like a Christmas gift" (feat. Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Law (separate) x afab!reader) [18+] by @raggedyflowers
KIDD & KILLER; Gifts (KidKiller x Reader) by matchadobo
Helping Killer and Kid after escaping Udon Prison - HCs by heyitsdoe
Good Mouse (Smoker x Reader x Law) [18+] by @leakyweep
Telling Them "I'll be a disgusting whore for you." Headcannons (feat. Shanks, Zoro & Ace (separate) x reader) [18+] by honeysworld-offanfiction
Cowboys You Say? (feat. Zoro, Kid, Sabo, Marco & Ace (separate) x reader) [18+] by honeysworld-offanfiction
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Just saw that you’re open for one piece requests and thought I’d drop by.
Would you consider writing back rub and back kisses hcs for katakuri or marco please? And best of luck with the come back ^^
anon ur so insane how did u KNOW i was thinking obsessively about katakuri for the past two weeks straight... ur too good. i meant to stick closer to the prompt but the plot kinda got away from me, sorry!
summary: strawhat!reader x katakuri meet again after many years apart during the whole cake island arc. luffy has been trying to convince him to join his crew with no success, but maybe he might listen to you?
word count: 969 words / 0.9k
cw: none? i think?
whoever said katakuri was 48 year-old eldest daughter syndrome is absolutely correct. he has so many hangups when it comes to both physical and verbal affection, most of the time preferring to passively sit by and let people bother him. case in point, your captain. instead of immediately setting sail for zou to meet up with everyone, luffy has taken it upon himself to convince the minister of flour that his presence is desperately needed on his crew. permanently.
and, if you're going to be polite about it: things aren't going well. you've watched for two days straight, luffy yelling either to the gentle giant's face (which is still quite a distance from the ground), or attempting to scale the walls of katakuri's home. neither of those particularly difficult for the rubber boy, considering the house slash castle itself seems to be basically falling apart.
you wait. nami often sits by your side, either grouching about the time, plotting your captain's demise, or napping on your shoulder. chopper and brook have taken to an almost betting ring of sorts, getting the remaining residents of komugi island to guess whether their leader will stay or go. so far, the odds aren't in luffy's favour. as usual, you might add.
at the end of their fourth extra night, luffy returns to the sunny. he looks a little downtrodden, yawning, but has somehow gotten a hold of a handful of mochi. "i think katakuri was trying to kill me again, but he lost. the food he makes is really yummy though, shishishi!"
with a sigh of your own, you offer, "let me talk to him, i have an idea."
"you do?" luffy replies, mouth full of sweets, "go ahead!"
"call if you need anything!" chopper chimes in.
nami only shakes her head. "if you don't come back, we'll assume you got trampled to death or something. so don't do that please."
"don't even worry about it, i'm basically a pro social hustler," you tell them, and begin the walk to the castle.
"so you are not a bard, or a songstress, or a very small jester. your presence here confuses me, you did not seem like someone who would ever become a pirate," katakuri tells you, his tone as solemn as ever.
"is this a roundabout way of saying i don't have any talents?" you mock-gasp with flair, "oh you wound me so!"
he stares at you wordlessly. okay, it looks like jokes are off the table.
"but you missed me right?" you try instead, putting on your biggest smile. "you missed me so bad, must be why you look so grumpy all the time."
"is your captain aware of..." he pauses, considers, "does the strawhat know of your past?"
"sort of?" you shrug your shoulders, shifting forward to adjust like you aren't already lying on one of his legs (truly the world's largest couch). "there was never exactly a good time to bring it up, ya know? like how was i supposed to say 'uh hey guys, i used to work here as the world's worst gardener before i got fired'."
"hm, that does seem difficult," katakuri nods. "i could not tell how much they knew, but you are lucky that none of my siblings happened to remember you well enough to say anything."
"small blessings for sure," you do your best to contain a laugh, however the echoing chambers of an empty castle only make it louder. "anyways, cut the bullshit. you're gonna come with me, right?"
his neutral expression shifts into something like a frown, and yet you can tell he isn't exactly angry at your presumptuousness either. "i would like to accompany you. but my duties to my... mother and the family take precedence."
"and if you left, she'd send the whole gang after you."
he sighs again. "yes, that is the most probable outcome. and i would not wish to put the strawhat crew in danger."
"that's charming," you reply, "but also really stupid. and i know you aren't a dummy, right? you've been hanging around this dreary archipelago for your whole life! don't you want to, i don't know, do something? go on an adventure?"
he doesn't respond immediately, but a large hand clumsily pats your head with his pointer finger. you grin, knowing victory must be in sight. "your totally evil mom doesn't even leave her place that often, so she won't even notice that you're gone! and tell me right now that you don't think luffy would be chomping at the bit to fight her again? be serious, mochi-mochi."
all of a sudden the ground shifts under you, and you make an embarrassing yelp as you're dragged up and up and up. katakuri holds your body by the back of your shirt, and you're only partially worried that he could drop you. death by splat on marble floor isn't appealing in the slightest. you're suspended by a shirt pinched between fingers as he squints slightly, as though looking for a secret in your expression.
"fine," he eventually says, "i will go. but if something goes wrong, do not say i didn't warn you."
"ah, you're bringing me back to old times!" you hum, making a familiar grabby hand motion for him to drop you on his shoulder. "except i think uh, the last time you warned me-"
"you got fired, yes," he says amicably, but acquiesces to your request. "left or right?"
"right! i wanna look like a really mean parrot, mr. pirate," you exclaim, laughing as he drops you gently where you'd asked. feeling mischievous, you press a kiss against his neck and watch as his face goes pink. "we should probably go make sure that you won't sink the sunny, though!"
"... and you somehow did not think to check something like that before?"
FIN (FOR NOW)
#one piece#one piece x reader#charlotte katakuri#charlotte katakuri x reader#gn!reader#requests open
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It has happened now, a JJK artist on Twitter is in critical condition after being shelled by the Israeli Army in Gaza while sheltering inside a school. Reportedly, she lost an eye.
The screenshot is from a friend who barely manages to keep in contact with Noury with a family member's phone. This of course is Israel's tactic to cut communication from Gaza. The world isn't supposed to see the genocide and at least the amount of reports and eye witness accounts have dropped since because most people simply can't communicate their suffering to the world anymore.
This is the picture Noury drew before Israel decided to finally cleanse the Gaza Strip like it always wanted thanks to an exaggerated death count of a provoked military response, undisclosed shelling by the IOF of their own citizens and lies of 40 beheaded babies.
The caption of this piece of art reads "Please don't take my sunshine away," a response to chapter 236 and Gojo Satoru's apparent death.
Think back to that time. A favorite character of yours dies in a manga and you either draw or look at drawings of him to deal with that. Then a war starts that had been brewing for 75 years because Jewish Extremists and Supremacist with the backing from the war hungry US want you dead.
You know what I thought this entire time? That it's statistically unlikely that the one JJK artist from Gaza that I follow will be a victim in this war. There are 2.2 million people in Gaza but there's only one Noury, so what's the chance that something is going to happen to her?
What an absurd thought that turned out to be. I've been writing and raging on Tumblr about the genocide again and again and I know the severity of it, I know the numbers. I've seen the pictures and videos of dead children with their faces, not their heads, turned over like the pages of a book.
But most of that, the sheer enormity and the scale of it, was still abstract in my mind. Now, outside of the dry and clinical fact of it, the human element made me realize in my heart and mind that this is a genocide.
1 person among 2.2 million getting harmed isn't a statistical probability of 0.00001 percent. It's 100% because everyone is the target. Every Palestinian in Gaza is targeted with deprivation, hunger, thirst, illnesses and bombs. That is ethnic cleansing. That is the threat of genocide.
And the US, the UK and the EU, they're all complicit in this genocide and because I'm from Germany I'm also explicitly saying that Olaf Scholz, Marco Buschmann and Nancy Faeser are also complicit in this new holocaust.
Hopefully Noury will recover and hopefully she and her family and everyone else in Gaza will be able to go back to their homes. Homes btw, that per international law, Israel is supposed to replace or compensate for after destroying them.
Of course you don't need to compensate for anything if no one is there anymore, either because they're dead or they moved to another country involuntaryily.
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Genie: Derrick's Wishes
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Derrick had spent his whole life living by the rules. His white upper middle class upbringing meant that there were expectations for him, so Derrick had become exactly that. He dressed conservatively, kept his hair short and his facial hair shaved, and never did anything that might imply he wasn’t a perfect WASP-y straight boy. He hadn’t even come out to his closest friends.
That was, until Marco had come by. Something about his incredible body, seductive accent, and sexy scent had made Derrick throw caution to the winds and give him his number. Then he’d been invited over, and suddenly Derrick was one of the background characters in one of Marco’s famous livestreams. Marco had even let skinny, preppy little Derrick fool around with his fat Latino cock for a bit!
As all of the boys left for the night, Derrick hung back a bit. He didn’t want to go back into the real world quite yet, where he was little preppy closeted Derrick rather than a boy Marco thought deserved his attention. He was hanging around in the living room when he spotted a lamp sitting next to all of Marco’s dildos. On a strange impulse, he grabbed it and held it as he went to the door to say goodbye.
Marco looked down at the lamp and smiled a bit. “You like it?” he asked. He still had that sexy accent, though it wasn’t as broad as when he was streaming. Derrick was going to treasure having heard Marco’s real voice for the rest of his life.
In response to his question, Derrick just looked up at Marco, lost for words.
Marco gripped Derrick by the shoulder. “That’s okay, I think it wants to go with you, anyway. Pass it on for me when the time’s right, okay?”
With a deep kiss goodbye still tingling on his lips, Derrick went to wait for the night bus home.
The next morning, Derrick struggled to hold onto the good feeling last night had left him with. It was hard, hearing his mother moving around in the kitchen downstairs, desperately wondering if she would be able to tell he hadn’t actually been out at a university friend’s house last night. To delay, he decided to clean Marco’s lamp.
At the first stroke of Derrick’s polo shirt on the brass, a cloud of smoke burst from the tip, quickly forming into a buff, dark-skinned man in a leather harness and garters. “Greetings, cutie,” the genie bellowed. At Derrick’s panicked yelp, the genie made a quelling gesture. “No worries, only you can hear me. What is your wish?”
In the heat of the moment, with the panic of his family seeing a huge gay man in his room fresh in his mind, Derrick could only think of one thing that might improve his life. “I wish I wasn’t such a preppy conformist,” he gasped.
“Perf, got you.” The genie breathed out a long breath, and green smoke filled the bedroom. It concentrated around Derrick’s earlobes, nostrils, and around his neck, and Derrick felt a sensation like pinpricks as the smoke embedded itself in his skin. A layer also sank into his scalp and all over his clean-shaven jaw.
When the smoke faded, Derrick touched his ear and was surprised to find silver studs pierced into the lobes. There was also a ring in his nose and, when he looked at his reflection on his phone screen, he saw a geometric tattoo on his neck. The initial shock was quickly replaced with an unfamiliar confidence. This was a good look for him. It put on the outside the rebellious feelings he’d spent his whole life repressing.
“Make another wish tomorrow, babe,” said the genie, and dissolved into smoke.
At the breakfast table, Derrick’s mother refused to look at him, which just got Derrick feeling more angry and rebellious. What the fuck control did she think she had over him? As his anger stewed and deepened, the tattoos spread across Derrick’s chest and down one arm, while the studs in his ears transformed into tiny gauges.
Finally, Derrick’s father worked up the courage to ask why Derrick had suddenly gotten tattoos and piercings. None of them knew enough to tell that all of Derrick’s body mods were well healed, as if he’d gotten them months ago. “Is this about getting girls, Derrick?” his mom asked, her face still turned away. “It’s perfectly normal to still be single in your twenties—“
“I had sex with a man last night,” Derrick snapped, his voice cracking as it dropped a little deeper. A tongue piercing appeared in his mouth.
Complete, deathly silence fell in the dining room.
“I’m gay. I’m not gonna be one of those gays who pretends to be nice and normal for his family.” As he spoke, Derrick’s gauges grew, stretching his earlobes, and his hair and beard started to lengthen swiftly. “I’m gonna do the stuff I wanna do, okay?” He slammed his hands down on the table as his tattoo sleeve stretched onto the back of one hand. “Don’t fucking talk down to me again, okay?”
Before anyone could reply, Derrick stormed out of the room, his hair now shoulder length and his beard thick and black across his jaw.
Within five minutes, Derrick was at the bus stop, the lamp held loosely in one hand. He rode around the city for the day, and ended up at the hostel in the evening. He didn’t have enough money in his wallet for more than one night, but he figured vanishing for a day would have plenty of impact for his parents. He’d go back after he made his wish tomorrow.
The next morning, Derrick locked himself in the bathroom and released the genie. He had tossed and turned all night, thinking about his wish. Now that he was out, he’d thought about who would stand by him among his friends and family. There were a couple, but they were all straight-laced straight kids. What Derrick wanted most of all was to find some kind of a community.
The genie raised an eyebrow as Derrick hesitated, thinking over his wish one more time. It seemed incongruous, a tattooed young punk with long hair looking nervous and afraid. “I wish I had more of a community.”
“On it.” The genie lifted Derrick’s chin with two fingers, and poured a measure of green smoke from the lamp into his mouth. It seemed to thicken in his throat, and Derrick started to cough.
“That should do it,” said the genie. Blowing a kiss, he vanished.
As Derrick kept coughing, one of the other guys in the hostel pounded on the door. “You okay, mate?” he asked. No one had really spoken to Derrick last night, intimidated by his tatts and piercings, as well as his sullen attitude.
The coughing fit faded away. “I’m fine,” Derrick grunted, in a much deeper, smooth voice. Even in just two words, it seemed more expressive than anything else Derrick had ever said.
“Goddamn,” the other guy muttered to himself. “That’s a voice.”
Some of the guys invited Derrick to breakfast, and they kept asking him questions. His answers, in his deep, musical voice, seemed to come across as incredibly profound. By the end of the meal, the first guy who'd asked about him in the bathroom pulled Derrick aside and asked if he’d ever considered singing.
“Uh, no,” Derrick told him. He'd never had any musical talent at all.
“I think you could consider it.” The guy was dressed in black from head to toe, and had colourful streaks dyed in his hair. “My, uh, my band’s vocalist just quit yesterday, and I was gonna cancel our show today, but if you could come to our rehearsal…”
The guy was clearly tongue-tied, but something in Derrick’s mind told him to roll with it. “Sure, may as well try it,” Derrick said, and watched the guy melt at the sound of his voice.
The guy, whose name turned out to be Sam, was the bassist for an underground metal band. Derrick didn’t really catch what subgenre they claimed to be. “This was gonna be our first show, so of course the vocalist just broke up with the drummer,” Sam told Derrick as they walked to the rehearsal studio. “If you wanna, like, throw out the lyrics to any of his songs and write your own, it’s no problem.”
Derrick didn’t think that was how it worked, but he kept rolling with it. He felt nervy and confused until the moment Sam put him in front of the mic, and then everything suddenly seemed to flow perfectly. It was like his voice was made to sing.
Even during the show that night, Derrick found singing easy. He laughed nervously when Sam introduced him as “Ricky, our new singer.” The name ‘Derrick’ apparently didn’t match the new him. He forgot the words to half the songs, but he made up stuff and screamed even louder, and the audience loved it. The feeling of the drums through his body and the shouts of the crowd in his ears made him ecstatic, until he stripped off the polo shirt he’d been wearing since yesterday to huge cheers, revealing his tatts and a pair of nipple rings for the first time.
After the show, though, ‘Ricky’ felt like a wreck. He was full of pent-up energy, but had no idea what to do as more music started to pump in the venue. People seemed to want to dance with him or ask him questions, but he felt more and more out of place. Standing in the alley behind the club as the clock struck midnight, Derrick summoned the genie.
He’d never felt so free or as understood as when he was on stage singing for the crowd. Derrick wanted that feeling all the time, rather than always feeling like an outsider in a group. “I wish I could just be Ricky,” he told the genie.
With a snap of his finger, the genie surrounded Derrick in an impenetrable cloud of green smoke. His sneakers transformed into sturdy combat boots as his black jeans grew tighter and artfully torn, with chains around the belt. His skinny chest bulked up a bit, but the real change happened as the smoke sank into Derrick’s brain.
Ricky wasn’t a coward. He didn’t hide anything. He never felt uncomfortable in a crowd. In fact, Ricky was the life of the party, and he was gonna be a superstar. Ricky had never felt so confident in his life, and he gave the genie a cocky smirk as the smoke faded away.
As the genie vanished, Ricky pulled out his phone. There was a message from Sam, asking where he’d gone. Sam was pretty cute, the right mix of hunky and grungy that Ricky found hot. Ricky texted back: “Out back, come join me”
“You okay, Derrick?” Sam asked, pushing out the door a few moments later.
Ricky pulled him out the rest of the way and pushed him up against the brick alley wall. “Call me Ricky,” he said, and kissed him harshly. The lamp dropped from his hand as he grabbed Sam by the hips. Ricky didn't need it, he was gonna make it on his own, with Sam at his side.
Later, as the club was closing up, one of the exhausted shift closers was surprised to find an antique-looking brass lamp sitting right by the back door.
Click here to see all the genie’s adventures.
#male transformation#mental change#reality change#male tf#metalhead tf#tattoos tf#coming out tf#genie of the lamp#all fwkong
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Manny NSFW HC's
A/N: someone asked for Manny n I gotta give the horny ppl what they want, Marcos is next, feedback is appreciated NOT EDITED
TW'S: YANDERE,SMUT, CALLS READER MASTER, PET PLAY, PEGGING, PUBLIC SEX, BLOOD KINK, SPIT KINK, MASK KINK
Certified lover boy
Gave his virginity to you so you guys get to have the fun of discovering all his different flavors of nasty.
Blood kink, finds out when he gets a little too excited during a kiss and nips your bottom lip enough for a little bead of ruby to pool into your mouths, he apologizes immediately but when you just keep kissing him he allows himself to get lost in the feeling. Addicted to the way red looks on you.
If you scratch him deep enough to draw blood? His eyes are rollling back and he can't speak in full sentences anymore.
Spit kink he loves when you grip him by the face and tell him to open up, sticks his tongue out like the proud doggy he is and says thank you master.
Mask kink off the walls, one of his biggest fantasies involves him in a Ghostface mask, he'd stalk you all day, call after call, telling you all the bad things he wanted to do to you, how he wanted to come out of hiding just to see the pretty look on your face, sometimes he doesn't even speak, the only thing you can make out between the wet noises of him fisting his cock, are the adorable little whines and whimpers of your name, he edges himself like this alllll day, saving up for when he inevitably breaks into your home and takes you on the floor.
Please put this mf on a leash all he wants to do is follow you around staring up through those dark wet lashes, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.
Moans so loud you have to gag him, he loves seeing your disappointed face as you have to sush him again, especially loves when your fingers slip into his mouth while you're securing the ball.
PEG THIS MF
He has the prettiest arch in his back, makes sure to look as seductive as he can as he looks over his shoulder, "C'mon baby please?" He'd press himself against your front, skin flushed cherry red, the pout on his face nearly too cute to resist
" I want you to destroy me. Need'ta feel you."
If you want him to top it's no problem, he just loves letting you take control.
Please choke him.
Really into the idea of filming the two of you, thinks you're the hottest couple on the planet.
Likes fancy underwear, once put on a pair of your's as a goof but uh oh he's rock hard all of a sudden?
If you call him babygirl he will latch himself to your neck to hide his red face, but with the way he's whining and subtly grinding his clothed cock into your thighs, you can guess he's into it.
His oral fixation is really present here, will suck on your fingers/strap for hours if you'd let him.
Has his left nipple pierced, it's a little heart charm and speaking of,
Really sensitive nipples, came once just from you nipping and sucking.
Obsessed with the way you feel around him, thinks it's the ultimate way to bond, to become one.
Loves playing with toys, especially the one's he can put in and forget about until you decide to mess with him and press the power button on the remote he gave you.
He immediately excuses himself from whatever he's doing, and wobbly walks his way to the bathroom, legs quivering the whole time.
He'd lock the door and try to whip out his phone to call you, key word being try as you decide to up the vibration level, hot tears trailing down his cheeks as he grips the marble counter of the sink, fingers desperately grasping for anything to steady him as his orgasm rocketed toward him with break neck speed.
He'd manage to get you on the phone, the buzz going up and down in the most evil pattern, but no matter how good it felt he refused to fun without hearing your voice.
"Hi baby boy, does that feel good?" Your tone was devilishly warm, as if you knew what a mess He was making right then, He felt himself spill over in his designer jeans, the squeal of your name gave you the insight to turn it off, "Mm-god damnit Sweets don't stop-" he whined into the receiver, hips still bucking against nothing.
"Greedy little thing." Was all he heard before the toy was buzzing back to life, he had to roughly stuff his fingers in his mouth in an effort to keep his mewls quiet, he imagined they were your own and haistly tossed his phone on the counter.
His hand would be down his pants and despite the sting from having just came his brains out, he keeps going.
Fucks like a rabbit in heat.
Quickies everywhere, anywhere.
And I mean that quite literally, you get horny at the movies? He's got his hand down your pants.
In the mood stuck in traffic? He will pat his lap with that evil grin of his and you're riding him for dear life.
He's pretty insatiable himself, when he brought you to a family dinner party he had his hand gripping the meat of your inner thigh the entire time, slow circles turned into his pinkie brushing against your clothed clit just to feel you soak the fabric.
He's holding a conversation with his Father the entire time, not breaking a sweat as he makes you tremble beside him.
Fucks you in the bathroom upstairs cuz he just can't wait till you get home.
He doesn't hide his crazy, meaning if he's pushed into a jealous frenzy (which isn't very hard) he becomes much more dominant, holds you to the bed by your throat in a way that has your head fuzzy.
You didn't even see the offender approaching you at the bar, but Manny did. And he makes it a point to drag you off to the room closest to it, knowing the creep would follow.
Before you can ask what's wrong he's on his knees, yanking your skirt up with a pout, tossing a thigh over his shoulder.
He'd kiss his way up to your core with a mean smile.
"Thanks for the meal."
Makes you cum on his fingers twice, then he's tearing off his belt and forking his tongue in your mouth to give you a taste. "Jump f'me gorgeous." Would be your only warning as the next second he'd bottom out
"That son of a bitch thinks he can look at you like that? Nuh uh this is my pussy- say it."
"Who fucks you this good huh? Nnngh-who makes you cum pretty girl?"
"Say it- want em to hear you."
When he gets possessive he gets rougher.
The times when sex is a little bit softer he likes to hold you close, moans into your mouth or skin, slow rocks of his hips would leave you breathless.
Overstimulation, but at this point that runs in the family idk
If you tell him you love him during be prepared to not leave that bed until daybreak.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere oc x reader#manny x reader#manny delmont#my ocs#my oc
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Bruh i think I gave Eren too much rizz, he's supposed to be bad with girls, BUT MIKASA JUST BRINGS IT OUT IN HIM!!
Mikasa is lingering in the Purdy’s chocolate line nervously, mulling over her purchases, to buy or not to buy.
She’s a ball of nerves as a group of university aged guys slinks into the store, eyeing up last minute Valentine's Day chocolate purchases just like herself.
The only difference is that their chocolate are probably for their girlfriends… not their moms.
She should feel more embarrassed than she does, but Mikasa only clutches the container of candy hearts a little closer to her chest, she has nothing to be embarrassed about.
She loves her mom!
And well, she nervously eyes up her other purchase, a rather expensive and rather large box of assorted chocolates that she’s bringing to a Pal-Entines party tonight.
She cringes internally at the name, stepping another spot ahead in line.
They’re not the best plans she could have, but at least she’s not sitting home by herself writing fan fiction like a loser.
Although the thought does sort of appeal to her because her nerves are going to devour her whole as she steps up to the counter, placing her spoils for the shopkeeper to ring up.
She’s been invited to the Pal-entines day party by someone who is definitely not a palentine, she’s still unsure if that’s a word.
She’d been invited by none other than her current situationship, Jean, a very tall, somewhat good-looking if not a little horse-faced guy she’d met in her political science course.
And now here she is, contemplating every life decision she’s ever made as the Purdy’s chocolate employee judges her silently over the cash register.
Mikasa taps her credit card against the debit machine sheepishly, taking her purchases before the employee can make some sort of snide comment about leaving things to the last minute.
She needs to get the hell out of the mall, she’s already seen several men in business suits walk by with oversized teddy bears or bouquets, and she can’t have the sadness of her romantic relationships shoved under her nose any more today.
So, Mikasa heads off, jetting out of the mall and towards a party she doesn’t really want to go to, but really, how bad could it be?
It’s definitely not great, to say the least.
So far, the event is mostly composed of Jean’s male roommates, Connie, Armin and the third one who is conspicuously absent.
There are exactly two girls at the palentines day party, and she is one of them, Connie’s childhood best friend Sasha is the other.
Mikasa awkwardly throws back another swallow of her cheap tasting solo cup beer because she fucking needs it if she’s going to get through this night.
Jean keeps reassuring her that more people will come, that he invited more girls, that it’s still early yet.
But he’s been saying that since she got here an hour ago, and the longer she waits the less true it feels.
There is a pizza, and Connie and Armin are nice, friendly, and she actually does like Sasha, she’s really cool, so it’s not the worst party she’s been too.
But it’s still not great, made even worse by the fact that this seems to be Jean’s introduction of her to his friendgroup as perhaps a bit more than a situationship and Mikasa isn’t sure how to feel about it.
His palm rests on her lower back as he makes some joke to Armin about their third roommate, something about him definitely not having a date on Valentine’s day.
Mikasa laughs where she should, cringes into her beer when Jean’s hand skims just a little too low over the curve of her ass to rest there.
She is saved from an awkward removal by the door opening to reveal a surprisingly large group of people.
“Sorry we’re late, Ymir got lost,” A tall man’s boy’s voice booms through the small apartment and Jean visibly slumps in relief.
The tall blonde man, Reiner she learns is followed by an equally tall dark-haired boy named Marco, a small blonde girl with pixie like features they call Historia and a lanky freckled girl who she assumes must be Ymir.
They settle into the apartment easily and Mikasa thinks that maybe Jean’s friend group isn’t so bad at all, that maybe she could see herself fitting in with these people, although maybe not as Jean’s girlfriend, she’s still not sure.
He’s cute and all, and the way he keeps smiling at her is endearing, but she’s just not sure if there’s a spark, not sure if it’s right.
“Where’s Eren?” Historia asks from beside Mikasa, where she’s been excitedly cooing over her outfit and how pretty her hair is, Mikasa finds she quite likes the blonde girl, she’s very sweet.
Mikasa looks around curiously, did she miss someone?
Jean squeezes her bicep affectionately as he notices her stare, before tugging her under his arm, “He’s out getting snacks, but I sent him to the grocery store a while ago he should be home by now.”
Ymir cackles, wiggling her eyebrows, “Maybe Yeager is getting some Valentine’s Day action after all.”
Jean scoffs, “No way, not Eren.”
The group around her laughs, an inside joke she’s not a part of, and Mikasa’s lips pucker into a pout, who is this boy, and why does his friend group think he’s so bad with women?
She gets her answer about ten minutes later. She’s awkwardly lingering in the kitchen near the door as she refills her solo cup with red Valentine's Day punch when the door opens beside her, and she yelps a little as the handle digs into her back.
A boy appears, and it is at that moment that Mikasa experiences true love.
“Shit I’m sorry,” A deep gravelly voice hums from behind her, and there’s a hand on her waist steadying her as he kicks the door shut.
Mikasa turns curiously, figuring this must be the infamous Eren, and it feels like time stops.
He’s handsome, too handsome to be in this crappy little apartment on Valentine's Day, if you ask her he should be in her bedroom, taking her clothes off…with his teeth.
At the very least, he should be out taking some other girl’s clothes off, he’s too good-looking to be here at a mostly singles party on Valentine’s Day. He’s well-muscled, broad shouldered and wearing little more than a black-t-shirt and a pair of grey sweats that Mikasa thanks god for.
This is the guy everyone has been making fun of all night, this is the boy that's not good with girls?
He bites his lip, his gaze dragging down her form and a thrill goes through her as he checks her out, beautiful green eyes roving over the curves of her waist, the swells of her breasts and finally she’s thankful she wore this low-cut t-shirt.
Like he can’t help himself, his hand dips over her waist, a fleeting touch, and before she can say more, he’s tugging her shirt up just enough to expose the taut skin of her stomach.
His touch is like a zap of electricity, thousands of volts shooting through her all at once, rough pads of his fingers skimming over her stomach, up her rib cage, stopping just shy of the line of her bra.
“Did I hurt you?” He questions curiously, his mouth quirking into a little smirk because he fucking knows what he’s doing to her, there’s no way he doesn’t know.
A little sigh escapes her as he drags his fingers back down her side and this time lingering over the waistband of her jeans, and fuck she hasn’t even spoken to him yet and already he owns her.
She struggles to respond, her mind focused wholly on that hand, his thumb now caught in her belt loop, the rest of his fingers rubbing affectionately over her hip, perusing for bruises that won’t appear just yet.
“I’m okay,” She finally struggles out, bringing her eyes up to his and shit he’s so pretty, too pretty, a strong nose, sharp jawline and those eyes, green eyes that could consume her whole soul and she’d let them.
“You sure?” He asks again, making zero move to remove his hand from its spot on her waist and Mikasa nods weakly in return.
“Good,” He hums, “Sorry I wasn’t expecting to find a pretty girl in my kitchen, and Jean’s an idiot I don’t know why he put the punch right there.”
Mikasa shrugs before taking a long pull of said punch, just to take the edge off she promises herself, there’s no way she’s going to make it through this without alcohol.
“I’m Eren,” He introduces himself, finally moving his hand away, but not without an affectionate squeeze to her hip and Mikasa inhales sharply, he has such big hands and he’s so warm.
“Mikasa,” She replies, almost in a daze, as she sticks her hand out for a shake.
Eren’s expression puckers up into a pout as he takes her hand in his own, and fuck does he have nice hands, warm and calloused and so much larger than her own, god the things he could do with those hands.
She represses a little shiver at the thought, because fuck yes his hands are really big and Eren is very tall, and judging by those grey sweats Eren is most definitely proportional.
“You're Jean’s girl,” Eren says, and it’s almost sad, mournful.
She’s quick to nip that in the bud right there, moving a little closer to him in their kitchen alcove, thanking her lucky stars they haven’t been seen yet.
“Sort of,” Mikasa tells him airily, and she’s very purposeful, moving her hand up to his forearm, silver eyes locked with emerald green, “We’re not exclusive.”
God, she hopes she hasn’t broken bro code just now, hasn’t acted like a complete and total whore, but fuck she wants this boy more than she’s wanted anything in her life, something about him is just electric.
Eren’s mouth pulls into a wicked smile that has her heart skipping several beats in her chest.
“Jean didn’t mention that.”
She shrugs innocently, he can do with that information what he will.
“A pretty girl like you, liable to get stolen from him, he should really do something about that.”
“He should,” Mikasa comments slyly, and they’re so close now, gravitating towards each other like magnets, his hands find her hips again easily, like they belong there, fitting perfectly over her sides, his fingertips just brushing the curve of her ass.
She takes another sip of her drink before shooting Eren a knowing smile, issuing her challenge, “Before someone else does the job.”
“I’ll make sure to let him know.”
“You should,” She tells him huskily, her voice teasing because she absolutely wants this boy to steal her away from her current situationship, Jean isn’t even a blip in her mind.
Eren’s eyes are on her mouth, caught on the pink of her tongue as she wets her lips, and before she knows it she’s leaning in, up just a little because he’s so much taller than her. Eren is leaning down too, and if she does kiss him in the front entryway of her sort of boyfriend’s apartment she wouldn’t care, it’ll be worth it.
But just as she leans up on her tip toes Eren pulls away, the rough hands on her waist pressing her down and planting her firmly to the floor.
“Where are you going?” She asks as he extricates himself from her, trying not to show her disappointment, pressing her lips together to stop her pout.
Eren smiles at her darkly before he gives her ass a swift smack that sends tingles of pleasure up her spine, the ‘slap’ reverberating in her ear, “Gonna let Jean know if he doesn’t get his shit together, it’s not his bed you’re gonna be in at the end of the night.”
Mikasa watches him go, lip bitten between her teeth and still holding her punch tight in her hand, “Shit.”
She is so, so fucked.
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I will never leave you, no matter what happens
I have no regrets.
female reader!!
If someone asked you, "Where is your home?", you would say "The ship Moby Dick" without a hesitation. You have little happy memories about the land you were born, where a girl wouldn't survive in a day unless there was a knife and combat skills were good. If you wouldn't take something, then everything would be taken. You cut your hair, drained yourslf in a pool of blood, threw away your normal life as a woman and lived with one sharp dagger. You were picked up by Whitebeard, who seriously thought you were a boy when you first met him onto his ship. You had a temper, quick to get in a fight, and lacked any charm of a woman. But someone stole your heart as soon as you became family.
Izo, commander of the 16th division of the whitebeard pirates. He was beautiful than any regular woman, yet one of the most brave and fierce guys in terms of battle, while being kindhearted and a gentle person in nature. Cupid had pierced your heart the first time you met him.
You lacked any form of feminine attraction and was no different than a boy. You tried several times to gain Izo's eye, but that ended up in a complete disaster. But in a strange turn of events, the efforts you put had caught Izo's eye and made him realize your charm.
"I want you to go out with me, Will you be my lover?" that night, you felt like you became the happiest woman alive. The day you and Izo became lovers, you presented you with a flower, an ivy.
"This represents my feelings for you. I won't leave you no matter what happens."
"Thank you Izo-san..., I feel the same way. I will never leave you."
That night, you felt his warmth and he felt yours. It was a cold day, yet you two were warm.
But the fates never prepared a fairytale ending for you. Being somewhat stubborn, you had a falling out with him one day. You never remembered what the cause was of the fight But one thing was sure. Ever since you refused to speak with him, it felt like god prepared the karma you were forced to face.
The death of Thatch, Teach… Blackbeard’s betrayal, Ace’s defeat and execution. Whitebeard refused to take you to Marineford no matter how much you begged. As the white whale sailed away, including your lover that you have not spoken to for a long time, you felt the thick walls of gender crashing down on you, holding the Ivy from your lover.
Two years have passed. Everything you hold dear have fallen from your hands, including your lover. Marco refused to take you to the payback war or the battle within Wano.
Ever since you heard the news, your world suddenly lost all color. Everything looked like black and white, except the Ivy flower you had. It flowed and bloomed magnificently, despite the two year time period like it was frozen.
Time passed again until his death day came. The Ivy flower bloomed brightly, part of it being you took great care of it. The more you looked at the flower, the more the reality hits that you will never see him again.
“I want to see you… Izo-san… just for one moment…I miss you so much..”
As soon as those words left your lips, the door of your house started knocking at a brutal pace. It began to grow louder and louder, getting more intimidating by the minute.
It also felt cold even though you lived in a summer island. You began to see ice in your room. As soon as you looked at the Ivy flower, it was losing color by the minute as if someone was sucking the color out.
The door kept banging, ice was spreading across. You ran to the corner of your room and hid under the table.
“please stop…” you trembled.
As you hid under the table, you started to remember when pops scolded you and hid under the table crying in secret. That was where Izo-san found you and comforted you.
“Found you〜”
you froze. The hand placed on your right shoulder was so cold it hurts. And the dark yet soothing voice comforted you.
You didn’t need to know who it was.
“You remember what I said? I would never leave you no matter what happens.”
You started to fall, unconscious. The vase holding the Ivy flower also fell, shattered along with the Ivy flower, now draped in white.
It was the next morning that the villagers found a woman cold and dead in her house. The body’s face looked like it had seen something so terrifying but the house was completely normal. People knew of her upbringing and how she was down in the dumps after her lover died. They rumored that she had died of shock. Strangely, there was a frostbite and a handprint on her right shoulder. As if someone grabbed her and brought her to the other side.
The flower language of the Ivy- “ I will never leave you, even after I die”
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can you write what the slashers would do if their male s/o came home crying and maybe a bit beat up, and when they got asked what was wrong, they said that they got harassed on the street? preferably with the Sinclair brothers, and thomas hewitt, but after that you can add whoever you want to!
I RAN TO MY COMPUTER WHEN I SAW THIS REQUEST! I was just trying to figure out how to write something for the lost boys and this falls into my lap, thank you anon you are a gift from the stars themselves. Also ngl I kept thinking about being in this situation and just having this giant ass dude holding me while I cry. But it’s Thomas Hewitt so ya know it’s cool. Slight au in Thomas’s part. Reader uses he/him pronouns and masculine terms.
Includes: Bo and Lester Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt and poly lost boys
Warnings: Murder, violence, strong language
Bo Sinclair
When Bo leaves for a bit to finish something up that’s when the harassment happens. It escalates into a fight and when Bo hears yelling he’s running back out.
He’s quick to help you back up and keeps his cool. He wipes away your tears while he tells you to go back to the house.
He won’t even wait for you to leave he just goes in on the dudes who did that to you. Like full on Rob Zombie type kills.
When he gets back home he’ll comfort you there and make sure your injuries are taken care of.
“‘ts alright now darlin. I took care of ‘em and you don’t gonna worry bout it anymore.”
Lester Sinclair
You’re out with Lester in town. You’re waiting outside the store for him when the harassment starts. A group of a few guys start harrassing you, calling you slurs and not leaving you alone.
You’re holding back tears when Lester comes back out. He quickly picks up on whats going on and takes you back to his truck.
I feel like he doesn’t really get like very visibly angry but he’d get really upset now.
“Don’t let them get to ya. They’re fuckin assholes darlin.”
When the two of you get home he’ll hold you and let you cry into his chest.
“‘t’s ‘right darlin I’m here for ya.”
Thomas Hewitt
When you come back to Thomas’s house crying and with a bloody nose he’s already super worried.
He’ll take you inside and clean you up, making sure Hoyt doesn’t see you crying cause lord knows he’d have something to say about it.
When you’re done crying he’ll push you to tell him who did this to you. When he finds out it’s on sight.
After this he wants to go out in town with you more often to be sure that you’ll be safe. You’re is boyfriend and he wants to make sure you’re ok.
Lost boys
It’s very rare they take their eyes off you. They’re very protective over you so this happening would be rare.
When you go back to them in tears asking to leave leaves them feeling so guilty. They will push you to tell them what happened and probably won’t leave you alone until you do.
Paul and Marco are going to be cuddling and holding you back at the cave while David and Dwayne try to figure out who did that to you.
You won’t be allowed out of their sight for a super long time and might not even be let back on the boardwalk for at least a week.
When they do find who did you better believe they’re gonna regret it.
#bo sinclair#bo sinclair x reader#bo sinclair x y/n#bo sinclair x you#lester sinclair#lester sinclair x reader#lester sinclair x you#lester sinclair x y/n#thomas hewitt#thomas hewitt x you#thomas hewitt x y/n#thomas hewitt x reader#the lost boys#lost boys#paul lost boys#paul x reader#marco lost boys#marco x reader#dwayne x reader#dwayne lost boys#david lost boys#david x reader#slasher#slashers#slasher x y/n#slasher x reader
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⌗︙・why did modern! au aot characters get detention ⸜⸜・
eren
omg he's so lame. he had to stay after class only because he refuses to do homework. it's not like he's not smart, it's more like he doesn't have any motivation to do so. one time he just wrote "im not like other boys. nobody understands me." on his homework.
armin
he started yelling "nobody disses my waifu" when some upper classman called his waifu cringe. armin literally started growling while chasing the person with a picture of his waifu in manga in his hands. the teacher that caught him also suggested that he stops wearing his "*waifus name* husband" choker.
jean
he skipped class to go flirt with some girls, but his pulling game was so weak that they called janitor ackerman on him. he almost broke the broom on jean. jean made sure to get some flirting tips from reiner for the next time.
marco
he tried telling the teacher that she's wrong and ended up gaslighting her. he might look innocent but he learned his tricks from armin. the teacher wasn't happy at all when he said things like "i don't think your husband will be happy about the time u hung out with mister ____ after school."
connie
he usually comes home late everyday because of detention. the most memorable one was when a teacher bended over and her ass was all up connies face and he started slapping and humping the air as he was doing it to the teacher. she saw it... he had to be put in different class.
sasha
her and connie made a bet that she won't take a bite of the stack of history papers mister smith has in his office... she in fact did take a bite of that... she had her parents called in school and mister smith also made sure that sasha sees the school therapist.
mikasa
she though dissecting an animal meant she has to bring in her own dead animal... and she's a nice student so she brought one for everyone. the only reason she didn't get kicked out was because she's the smartest student in school.
annie
simply for not listening in class and it would go peacefully is she didn't blast last resort by papa roach in her cheap headphones. the whole class was silent except for the loud shum of her headphones.
historia
you think historia has ever got detention?? no way, everytime she does something bad, her dad is right behind her back to sweep it under the rug so his daughter can play the perfect student.
ymir
looked up some questionable things on the school computer. the school was horrified when they found out that she searched "bobs, boobs, breadts, breasts, tites, titties." during computer lessons. armin had to ask her if she wants to help with spelling after.
reiner
oh boy, he's been after school so many times. first of all for similar things like ymir, but the latest one was because he passed notes in class. more specifically, he threw a piece of paper at historia that said "i have a king sized bed and u happen to look like my queen." the teacher was horrified.
bertholdt
he lost the books he borrowed from the library. they literally disappeared without any trace. luckily for him they were found weeks later when reiner bursted thru the door, yelling "sharespear is fucking sick. that lady macbear reminds me of historia. sick dudess."
hitch
she broke into historias locker to see what lipstick she wears and got caught by janitor ackerman. another broom was broken that day. luckily nobody saw that the lipstick dissappeared.
marlo
he said "biology is cool, but let's talk about the economic state of the country." to teacher hange... they were completely shocked by marlo and made him sit with them after school so they could explain to him that biology is amazing.
#attack on titan#snk#aot headcanons#aot x reader#eren jeager#eren yeager#armin arlert#jean kirstein#jean kirchstein#connie springer#sasha braus#annie leonhart#reiner braun#bertholt hoover#historia reiss#ymir#Hitch Dreyse#AoT#attack on titan smut#shingeki no kyojin#aot smut
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In lue of my laptop battery deciding to try and kill itself, here's a fun headcanon for OP
OP characters as vampires
Marco
He's pretty old for a vampire and kind of relaxed. Settled is a good way to describe him. He's got his preferences for the time he spends and plenty of time to spend.
He likes seeing how fields of study changes over time from the superstition he used to deal with to complex studies he voraciously follows. He personally funds several promising researchers just to see where they go.
When it comes to his... Food, he likes to wine and dine a little. He's fine drinking from a bag but it's more satisfying feeling a connection to his donor. He likely has lived with a few humans he drank from in return for taking care of them as well. Likes intelligent, energetic, and fiery people. Makes him feel young.
Odd idea but I feel like he'd be more vulnerable to classic vampire weaknesses like being unable to leave his coffin if there's a rose on it and crossing running water. Not really the sun but it does itch. He's not quite 'demonic' enough for silver and holy symbols to bother him. Does need an invite to enter a home.
Ace
He's so edgy when he isn't living it up in the night. Feels like he deserves damnation like an insufferable mix of Edward Cullens "I'm a soulless damned" and The Lost Boys daredevil tendencies. He's restless and strongly wants a 'cure'. Startlingly young for a vampire.
He refuses to drink from people unless he absolutely has to, and when he does it's from scum of the earth criminals. After he beats the shit out of them. They usually don't make it cause he's starving at that point.
Oddly very vulnerable to the more demonic type weaknesses. So crosses, silver, and sunlight stop him in his tracks. Running water and garlic do jack shit though besides annoy him. He can turn into fog and a bat though, which he thinks is neat and appropriately spooky. Cannot enter a home without an invite and even has a hard time touching others without it as well. Fighting is an invite on its own, so the invite doesn't need to be explicit.
Thatch
Life of the party, really living it up and enjoys hosting dinners. Usually for his human friends, of which he has many. His greatest pride is his ability to somehow enjoy food despite it not saying his appetite in the least unless it has blood in it. His recipe books would be prized collectors items for any librarian but only Marco is allowed to store them when not used. Some can't be made anymore cause their ingredients are gone or unethical to procure anymore. Old but certainly doesn't act like it.
He likes it when his dinner guests offer blood in exchange for meals. A meal for a meal as it were. Usually after the main course and dessert as the pick me up to recover from the blood donation. He likes to think he can taste the 'true meal' from the blood after his cooking. Likes to cycle through donors and doesn't care for bagged blood outside of emergencies. He wouldn't mind favoring a specific donor though, usually only when he's really attached to their company.
His weaknesses thankfully don't include garlic. He can't see his reflection though and crossing running water is a no go. Silver also hurts but it's closer to an allergy. I like to think he could hypnotize with his gaze but doesn't cause it's rude. Needs an invitation to enter a home.
Zoro
Doesn't quite register he's a child of the night most of the time. Well traveled but doesn't realize it cause he's always lost somewhere. Has zero idea how old he is cause he naps so damn much in dark places.
He likes the blood of his enemies. No, really. Finds the antagonistic relationship adds zest. He will also drink from friends if offered but it's not the same as licking the blood from his blades. Drinks bagged blood if he finds it but always makes such a mess with them.
His weakness includes silver, his reflection, and garlic. Holy symbols make him pause but he can ignore it. Sunlight doesn't bother him but it does hurt his eyes. His gaze can paralyze though, which is why he keeps one closed. Makes sure he doesn't cheat in a fight on accident.
Law
Somewhat young vampire and very into the details about it. Runs a lot of experiments with himself and doesn't keep track of his own age except in his journals. Mostly for posterity. He's not super angsty about it but does have the "I'm cursed to walk the earth" vibes about him.
He prefers bagged blood. Less complaints if he drinks too fast because he ignored his needs for too long. Also not likely to be diseased and he hasn't researched his immunity enough to risk it. If offered he'd likely refuse unless he absolutely has to.
He has a strong aversion to holy symbols but is fine with silver and running water for some reason. Garlic just burns his nose but that's about it. As for sunlight he does burn in it but more like severe sunburn than bursting into flames. Not like he got much sun in the lab to start with. Has a hard time entering a home without consent.
Luffy
Very young vampire and seemingly doesn't care at all. Sees it as an opportunity for even more adventure than before. Doesn't seem to struggle with angst about it either. He can turn into a bat and fog but never remembers to do so. He also has a magnetic aura he isn't aware of.
Predictably quite glutenous with his blood. While it doesn't look like it, he does have standards for his donors. Bagged blood is just a necessity because of how much he needs. Likes adventurous folks for his blood and taking them in adventures to bond with them before drinking. Finds the adrenaline in their system makes it taste more heady. Can eat regular food and does but it won't help with his appetite for blood.
His weaknesses is mostly running water and silver, but he can see his reflection.
Sanji
Somewhat young vampire with old blood. Hates this and seems to live more like a new vampire with high standards. Has moments of self hate but generally seems to enjoy charming women with his vampiric charm. Can turn into fog but has a hard time holding it.
He prefers intimate dining experiences with his donors with explicit consent after wonderful dinners he makes himself. He can eat normal food and even subsists on it somewhat. But obviously he prefers women for blood though he absolutely has drank from men--its a shameful secret and he was very desperate for food at the time.
His weakness is silver, his reflection, and also can't move when a rose is placed on his casket. Cannot enter a home without consent and also can't drink from someone without consent either.
Whitebeard
A very old vampire than adores watching how the world changes. Enjoys gathering fledging vampires and sheltering them. Teaching them. Has a very strong vampiric magnetism and can transform but he hasn't in a very long time.
He enjoys drinking from drinking partners, the alcohol spiked blood tangy. Still somehow bad for his though. Pouts when he is given clean blood bags, complains that it isn't a proper meal if he didn't do at least a little hunting for it. Drinks frequently but in small quantities.
He has a weakness for silver, holy symbols (but like, really old ones), running water, and can't enter a home unless he's invited. Also can't get out of his casket when a rose is placed on it and whines when it's used to ground him for health reasons.
#one piece#one piece headcanons#one piece whitebeard#marco the pheonix#fire fist ace#black leg sanji#roronoa zoro#monkey d. luffy#thatch one piece#trafalgar law
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The Rest of the Answer for the Anon Ask Tumblr Wouldn't Let Me Post...
Tumblr was being ornery- what's new, right?- so I had to cut five fics and authors from the other list and put them here. After the first five, are fics from authors who've either moved on from CS or real life has taken over... I couldn't leave them out, because their fics are just too good...
Now Updated at the bottom of this post to include Tumblr link to the first post.
@cocohook38 I'll Be Waiting For You By the Blood Moon
@iverna Love In Times of War I don't know why Tumblr won't let me tag her...
@justanother-unluckysoul Take Your Innocence
@everything-person Little Red Riding OH!
@pirateherokillian Iridescent Blue and its sequel Shades of Blue
@wistfulcynic What Dreams May Come series
@thisonesatellite Break Me
@wefoundloveunderthelight Marco's Home for Lost Boys series
@swanslieutenant A Place In Time
@onceuponsomechaos Leaving Neverland and sequel Missing Pieces
@thesschesthair Snow Sees
@let-it-raines Walking the Baseline
@darkcolinodonorgasm One Day
@lenfaz Old Habits, Die Hard
@onceuponataarna White Light on a Black Sea
@alexandralyman Between Heaven and Hell
@wordsmith-storyweaver Hunger
@doodlelolly0910 Envy
@resident-of-storybrooke It's Amore
@gingerchangeling Disasters series
@xerxes-rises Wrecked
@flslp87 The Beach House
@seriouslyhooked Within Your Ocean Eyes
@ilovemesomekillianjones In the Still of the Night
@courtorderedcake Riptide
@singingisfun Changing Tides
@pocket-anon A Fairytale Beginning
@karlyfr13s One Love, One Lifetime
@wingedlioness Waiting to Be Stolen
@apiratewhopines In the Offing
Alright... How many is that? For both posts?
I quit counting at 74 fics...
wow... 😳
Here is the link to the first post, just so the recs can all be found on one post!
PLEASE forgive me if I left you off, and enjoy this really long list of HIGHLY RECOMMENDED fics!!!
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Steve Harrington x Reader fic
Title: Summer Lovin'
Summary: It's the summer of 1985 and you're spending your days lounging by the pool at the Hawkins Community Pool. That's where you meet Steve Harrington, the popular high school jock who seems to have it all. But as you get to know him, you realize that there's more to him than meets the eye.
Word count: 2,300
Warning: Mild language and suggestive content.
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It was a hot summer day in Hawkins, Indiana, and you were lounging by the pool at the community center. You had just graduated from high school and were looking forward to a summer of relaxation before heading off to college in the fall.
As you lay on your towel, soaking up the sun, you noticed a group of boys playing a game of Marco Polo in the pool. One of them caught your eye. He was tall, with dark hair, and a muscular build. He was wearing a pair of red swim trunks and sunglasses, and he looked like the epitome of cool.
You watched as he laughed and splashed around with his friends, and you couldn't help but feel a little envious of their carefree attitude. You had always been a bit of a bookworm, and you had never been much of a party animal.
But as the day wore on, you started to relax a little more. You put on your favorite mixtape and closed your eyes, feeling the warm sun on your skin and the gentle breeze blowing through your hair.
Suddenly, you felt a splash of water on your face. You opened your eyes to see the boy from earlier standing over you, grinning.
"Hey there, gorgeous," he said. "What's a girl like you doing all alone on a day like this?"
You sat up, wiping the water from your face. "Just enjoying the sun," you said, trying to sound casual.
He sat down next to you on the towel, his legs stretched out in front of him. "I'm Steve," he said, holding out his hand.
You took it, feeling a jolt of electricity as your skin touched his. "I'm Y/N," you said.
"So, Y/N, what brings you to the pool today?" he asked, leaning back on his arms.
"Just trying to enjoy my last summer before college," you said. "What about you?"
"I'm just hanging out with my friends," he said. "We're trying to make the most of our summer too."
You nodded, feeling a little awkward. You had never been very good at making small talk.
But Steve didn't seem to mind. He kept up a steady stream of conversation, telling you about his life in Hawkins and his plans for the future. You found yourself getting lost in his stories, laughing at his jokes and feeling like you were the only two people in the world.
As the sun began to set, the other boys packed up their things and headed home. But Steve stayed behind, sitting with you on the edge of the pool and talking until the stars came out.
You had never felt so comfortable around someone before. It was like you had known him your whole life.
As the night wore on, you realized that you didn't want the evening to end. You wanted to spend more time with Steve, to get to know him better.
#steve harrington x pregnant reader#steve harrington x y/n fluff#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve stranger things#stranger things#Joe#joe kerry#pool party
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||Now there's no way I'm letting you go
Eren Yeager x Reader
Inspired by The Hunger Games/ AU since I'm hyperfixating on them thanks to the movies being added on Netflix.
I want to explain a few things for context as to this AU. Eren takes the place of Peeta, Zeke takes Gale and you're Katniss. For anyone wondering I'm imagining Armin and Mikasa as Finnick and Johanna. The games work the same except the titans get sporadically throw in to make things worse and instead of being a forest for the first games its the city. Each victor has a set of EDM gear to help them go around. Now onto the story!
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You sighed as you put Eren down on the floor. He was barely concious after getting out of his titan form. You didn't know what took over you as you used your EDM gear and ran carrying him in your arms. Now here you were hiding from the other tributes with Eren. His body felt hot as you placed your hand on his forehead. But to your relief he slowly fluttered his eyes open. He looked up at you slowly in a dazed state "Y/N..." he whispered a smile tugging up his lips
You let out a sigh of relief. The moment you had heard that 2 tributes from the same district could be saved you ran and ran trying to find Eren. However imagine your surprise realizing Eren was also a Titan shifter. You lifted your hand and took some hair out of his face. You were trying hard to sell you 2 being crazy in love. But it was getting harder by the minute because you felt yourself actually falling in love.
A part of you didn't want to, because you had Zeke back home madly in love with you and taking care of your family. Yet here you were in the games with his half brother falling for him. Nonetheless you shook your head and smiled at him "Hey... you're awake" you said softly.
He chuckled and slowly lifted his hand to his view. You watched him examine it in awe. "I... I thought I was going to die" he whispered. You didn't know what to say, so you did the next best thing you could think of. You layed next to him and rested your head on his shoulder, slowly guiding your hand up his arm.
"I thought I lost you, I'm so glad I didn't" you whispered. Eren wrapped his arms around you. From the small window you could see it was nighttime. "They won't find you here" you said softly "They already did, why do you think I was inside that titan... I thought I was going to die Y/N and that I couldn't protect you." You could hear his voice break. You were left a little speechless and turned away, looking through your bag for something.
"I always thought you were the prettiest girl I had ever seen." He said staring at you " You know the bread i would give you? My dad would beat me for doing that, I just wanted to help you. I remember I would watch you walk back home from school everyday" he whispered.
You looked up at him but you felt like no words would be able to come out of your mouth "Say something, please..." he said his voice breaking "I'm... not good at saying something" you mumbled glancing at him. "Then come here, please" he said giving you puppy eyes.
You placed your hand on his chest and slowly caressed it.
"Let's get some rest ok?" You whispered softly closing your eyes "OK..." he whispered back. You closed your eyes and felt as Eren shifted a bit. You don't know when you both actually gave in and fell asleep. But you do know when you woke up because of the sudden music coming in through the window. Eren shifted and you both sat up from the floor moving towards it. You both looked through the window watching the fallen tributes. A boy from district 7 who you vaguely remembered being named Marco, and a girl from district 10 named Sasha. Just as the music ended and you were both about to head you heard a voice coming in through a speaker. "Attention all tributes, attention all tributes!" You and Eren looked at eachother. His hand slowly slipped to hold yours, his thumb caressing the top of your hand. "Tomorrow morning we will hold a feast! And as the good host we are we will have something you all need. May the odds be ever in your favor!"
You turned to look at Eren and saw he was still burning up a bit. "Your medicine" you whispered as you placed your hand on his forehead. "No" he said firmly shaking his head and grabbing your wrist gently. "If something happened to you there I would not be able to live with myself Y/N"
You shook your head and stood up walking towards your bag of supplies. You were determined to get him that medicine. You barely heard clothing shuffle as suddenly a hand grabbed your wrist and spun you around. Eren's deep emerald eyes staring into your (E/C) ones. He was silently begging you not to go, him pulling you slightly closer.
You thought back to Zeke, you thought back to your sister and your mother. You thought back to everyone watching you at that moment. You placed your hand on Eren's cheek and gently pulled him in your lips connecting with his. Eren softly gasped against your lips but didn't take long in responding. The kiss was passionate. He smelled like the forest and wood and the warmth of his body invited you in further. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist. Once you to broke the kiss you were breathless.
"Now there's no way I'm letting you go"
"Eren..."
"Please..." he says looking at you, you swore you saw stars in his eyes. You sighed and put your bag down "Ok" you mumbled "I'll stay" Eren let out a sigh of relief and layed back down on the floor. You slowly made your way next to him and layed down, resting your head on his chest again. But deep down you knew what you were going to do, you were going to wait until he fell asleep and then...
You would get his medicine, even if it costed you your life.
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#attack on titan#attack on titan x reader#eren yeager x reader#aot x reader#eren yeager#eren x reader#hunger games au
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Ooooo could you possibly do headcanons of the one piece characters as college students? What type of students would they be, how would they be in class, what are their majors, etc? :D
Ooooh yes, I didn't go to college and UK college is very different from US so here I go..
I dunno if they do majors like this so I generalized them.
Marco
Always late to lessons.
Looks like he isn’t paying attention and is top of the class.
Very social.
He does biology, science, history, and geography.
Ace
Does all his work last minute.
Shows up late.
‘I don’t really need to be here, life teaches us more lessons man’
Here for a good time
Media studies
Thatch
On-time.
Is often teachers' fave.
Flirts too much in class.
Here for home ec, cooking, and business.
Izou
Just wanted to go to make sure his sister was okay.
Scary, teachers are scared of him so he gets away with like, alot.
Beauty, business, law
Deuce
Was made to go by his parents.
Is really unhappy being there.
Lets Ace bring him down.
Flunking biology but doing well in creative writing and literature.
Law
Wanted to get away from overly attached father figure.
Is always on time but looks like he’d rather smoke behind the bike sheds.
Biology, science, chemistry
Kid
Here to party bitches.
Drinks and good times.
Metal shop, engineering.
Killer
His best friend is going so…
On time, keeps hung-over Kid in check
Cooking, home ec, languages.
Sabo
Why not, use government money to fund himself.
Is late.
He Will cut a bitches breaks if they fail him.
Politics, law, psychology.
Vivi
Late to the game because she needed a gap year to find herself.
Always on time, always a goody goody.
World affairs, politics, law
Zoro
Only time he stepped foot on campus was he got lost.
Jokes aside.
Sport
Nami
Already has loads of money, and never has student fees.
Will ruin everyone who looks at her wrong.
Business, agriculture.
Robin
Is that one goth girl that everyone is in love with.
Flawless in class.
Social but people fear her for no reason.
History, creative writing, languages, Latin, literature.
Franky
People kinda think he’s lost.
WHAT’S UP MY DUDES, ARE WE LEARNING? Vibes
Metal work, engineering, travel.
Usopp
incoming nerdy art student who always has the paint-covered overalls.
Big nerdy but has cool friends so everyone knows and likes him.
Art, textiles, drama
Brook
Mature student
Here to vibe.
Music, history
Chopper
Gets carded all the time, why are you here child.
Is scared of everyone.
Does his best
Science, biology, human studies
Luffy
SABO AND ACE ARE DOING IT SO.
Is bad
Just crashes in everyone's dorms and eats everyone's food.
Not dumb just not into learning.
Sanji
“Someone told me I could get laid in college.”
Wishes he was a party boy.
Nerd
Home ec, cooking, drama
#marco one piece#marco the pheonix#fushichou marco#thatch#thatch op#masked deuce#portgas d ace#ace op#marco op#izou#izou op#sabo#soul king brook#nami#usopp#vivi nefertari#nico robin#one piece x reader#sanji#zoro#eustass kid#massacre soldier killer#trafalgar law#cyborg franky
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'I Like You': A Night Drive Drabble
Jean Kirstein x reader modern au
Driving home late in the night after a fun day at the beach, Jean and reader are left to explore they're budding feelings for one another as their friends sleep soundly.
Shameless fluff, sickly sweet and smut-free. My first fic posted to tumblr... enjoy! ❤
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“Why don’t you get some sleep? We have a long way to go.” Jeans eyes darted to the rear view mirror, the rhythmic pulses of streetlamps illuminating their friends in the back seat, spent from a long day of pure infantile fun. Marco reclined, neck bent at an uncomfortable ninety degree angle, weighted down by the dribbling heads of Sasha and Connie on either side. Sand peppered the upholstery and their shins, the scent of the ocean ingrained in the skin, the refreshing breeze entwined in their hair.
Jeans mouth twitched. He returned his gaze to the road. The hue of the yellow lights, she thought, stained the world once familiar in sepia of potential nostalgic suspension. Looking at Jean, the way the warmth of its glow unsettling, unrestrained, yet a blanket cocooning this moment for her, it became a memory to be frightened of. Ahead of them, the car lights guided them forward, refusing the nights to give up its secrets. This night was to be too short once again.
Usually she avoided looking at Jean. If he caught her staring she was fearful he would find out. That when he spoke, when he smiled, when he moved, he was being, that all of these things she was so deeply enraptured by.
In the passenger seat beside him, she did not question how she had found herself so fortunate to be there. She kept her distance as much as she craved his closeness - wanting yet content with his existence.
“I’m all right.” She replied at last, suppressing a sigh of deepest contentment.She was wide awake, even with the cheap beer in her belly, shared as the sun retreated on the horizon, immersing itself in the depths of the ocean, with the dozing trio behind. Either she was fighting off this weariness or she had been left buzzing at the current state of affairs.
Glancing at Jean, his eyes now focused on the road, checking mirrors, moving lanes shifting gears; the ritual that was more than second nature to a guy like him, the certainty was soothing. She could watch his motions all day; his long arms framed him in an impenetrable barrier, when he gripped the steering wheel, the leather groaning beneath his flexing fingers.
One part of her wanted to convince her that once she nodded off he could enjoy the alone time, that he was secretly craving for her absence, even though sleep, that he could think of nothing worse than being left in an exchange with her on what should have been a wonderful day. Yet she wanted to be with him, if only for a little while. She was there. As their friendsslept she was with him. There was no way he could know what that meant.
The sun had penetrated their skin and warmed them through. Now it had set the chill of the night drove the memories’ of the beach further away with its tender grip. Although now, the swaddling of evening time cradled them in the day and all its moments, just as the sun would rise, so would much of the time vanish with it, never lost, simply swallowed into the pulse of the earth, engorged with man’s joys and sorrows.
Her skin had rouged with the hints of burn, yet still she shivered. Pulling her zip up closer around her, her sun dress too thin as remnants of the days rays seeped from each pore. Shins bare, she began to feel the prickle to goose pimples.
Jean fiddled with dials on the dashboard. A gentle stream of warm air tumbled out of the system, angled at her feet, ever so gradually teasing up her legs.
“Is that better?”
She nodded, this time to mask the trembling in her core, the kind that awoke every time he spoke to her.
It was a kind of drunken feeling, being beside Jean; side by side with a boy like him, the giddiness of a strong alcohol in her system, euphoria unmatched. It all felt undeservedly pleasant. Like she was being embraced from all sides, her heart quelled by longing and want, met in some unfamiliar haziness, she felt as though she could imagine what she wanted and it would manifest in her yearning. That she could believe that it was just Jean and she. That for a moment he watched her there, which in the seconds between those moments, in the quiet recess of his mind he thought of her. That not just fate but sheer will had allowed her to be beside him there, because that was how it was supposed to be for them. Divine intervention was redundant. She felt cocooned in a love all of her own fabrication. In those conditions, she could manipulate her own memories.
Better not to know, she thought for the thousandth time. Better not to sour the pocketful of memories she had savored of him, and them. All worth remembering but easily forgotten.
“You know,” Jeans voice was low, gentle; in doing so a rumble so deep in his chest followed, felt in her own like the rumblings of a storm too distant to see, “I don’t think I’ve seen you have so much fun as you did today.”
She didn’t respond.
Nervously, he pushed on, “That’s not to say I think you aren’t fun – of course I do – I just mean that you seemed more relaxed than usual. When Connie threw you into the sea but somehow fell. And you were still standing…”
Connie had held his breath afterwards; let himself float beneath the current. He was such an idiot. In a panic, Jean had tried to flip him over only to be spat at with seawater, a surprise chewed out gum ball and a puzzled cry from Connie.
She had to break up the fight between them. Marco returned from the food stall with ice creams dribbling down his hands, his yells fruitless in results. Sasha filmed it all. And licked the melting snacks when she could.
Jean was still filling the silence, yet she found her own drowned in thought. One he could never comprehend. How could she tell him that her silence was a persecution? A vanishing act of sorts? For when he said what he’d said, it offered affirmation; I see you. What more it could offer was that he liked to see her. She had fun, yes, because he was there, because they all had been together and forgotten everything about the lives they lead outside of those precious hours. They had all proven to one another that one could keep on living each day like that, with the little woes, the bigger sorrows, and still get lost in contentment.
When Jean saw her, what did he see?
“I didn’t want it to end,” She whispered.
Jean shifted gears as they approached a junction. The roads were bare, as though her very words had led the few people aroused by the night to flee in sanctuary.
She found herself sinking into her seat as she continued, “That alone made it sweet, that I didn’t want it to. That it would end made every minute pass with some meaning. Sometimes it felt like I could capture the seconds, hold them in my hand, like sand but softer. Do you know what I mean?”
Back onto the faster roads now, Jean increased speed, smooth as a professional. He rubbed thoughtfully at the fine skin below his eyebrow for moment, “I think I do.”
Sandalwood and patchouli: that was the scent that clung to Jeans clothes, that now as the built-in heaters disturbed the air inside the car, she got to breathe in with such heady clarity.
That scent of him. On the way, that morning, she had been seated in the back, behind him in his drivers spot.
Sasha had complained about carsickness but disproved her claims as she jammed a doughnut into her mouth. Outraged Connie who was squeezed between them both and Marco from the challenging passenger’s seat, battled it out to recover the rest of the snacks. Jeans voice rose in complaints, at first at food spillages, then, through stifled, maniacal laughs, at shoes all over the upholstery and finally, with the authority of a patriarch, threatened to turn the car around when Marco almost kicked him in the face.
All the while, she had laughed, attempting the occasional micro-management here and there mostly she let it all play out. Watching Jean, he had remained so predictably thoughtful throughout.
She had seen the fine hairs that merged with the darker ones at the nape of his neck, clipped but longer. Brushed off his face, it was too long to leave but too short to tie back. It tucked behind his ears and kinked at the back, she searched for the end of the hairs upon his body but she found none as the finest of hairs mingled. Gold seemingly woven in each thread.
Sasha had eaten all of the food. There was never any to begin with. Connie complained until he had forgotten why he had begun and instead turned his attention to the radio. Plugging his music in, he and Marco took turns blaring whatever song they knew half the words to. Jean sang along to the ones he knew, snapping at Marco when he switched to something no one knew at all half-way though a jam.
The rest of the trip, she stared out of the window.
In the compact space the car smelt intoxicating with the blends of aftershave the boys had showered themselves with. Primped and preened rather foolishly for the day at the beach, they outdid both she and Sasha. The car smelt irresistible, a taster station of perfumes. Yet, one she could not place, had never been able to in all the times she had found herself drawnto it. She knew it was the scent of Jean, how could she not? An allure and a repellent, it had always caught her attention. Now she understood its gentle notes, earthy and musky, an incense of calm.
“You smell nice.” She said. The words didn’t tumble out. Although the correlation of thought and voice had been non-existent, had not seemed conceivable, the truth of the words had eradicated any sense of danger in them. Perhaps it was the booze, but the sincerity behind the words meant more. A panic did not rise. Her mind had been expelled.
“Thanks,” Jean said, after another long moment of nothing but the fans of the air-con panted and the whir of tires speeding along the smooth roads, the gentle snores of their friends. She glanced at Jean. He gave so little away, those eyes now darted between the road and the rearview mirror. His jaw was tense, gently gnawing his lower lip. There were tendonsin his thick neck, which flexed as he moved, knotted with the shoulders that had squared with the sharp intake of breath.
She looked away. Now, she began to suspect, a caution seeped insidiously into the space between them. Yet, she could not doubt her words, when doubt was all but breaking down her resolve.
“So do you.” Jeans voice was still a soothing rumble, perhaps less certain than it was. The leather of the steering wheel creaked once again and a shaky intake of breath followed. When he swallowed, his Adams apple bobbed, floundering foolishly, she thought. She liked that too. Liked that it was her words that made that happen. The stubble peppered his chin, and freckles had crept upon his cheeks, encouraged by the sun.
“I like-”she began. His high cheekbone, his deep set narrow eyes often sullen looking in moments of peace, apprehensive in moments of confusion as he was now; it distracted her for a second. “I like your hair. You should never cut it or ever let it grow. It’s just right.”
His lips, though thin, were a shade of peaches that seemed almost obscene. As his teeth grazed delicate skin there, they darkened, even in the low light.
“If you ever shave your head,” his words stumbled, a smile pawed at his resolve and she understood that he was controlling his amusement, “I would consider it a national tragedy.”
She snorted then, an ugly hiccup of a noise.
Jean shushed her, gesturing to the back seat before suppressing his own.
“I like that when you drive we don’t die.” She said.
“I like that when you don’t drive we don’t die.” He said.
“You have a voice that, if I knew otherwise, would tease a potential career on the west end.”
“What does that even mean?” His words were stifled when he pressed a hand to his mouth.
With each attempt at volume moderating, their giggles grew keener until they were improvising gags; hers was the cuff of her jumper.
“When you buy alcohol, you always remind me of an adult, in a good way. You just go and you do it.”
“That’s because none of you guys remember to bring I.D’s. Marco looks way older than me.”
He pondered then, “I like… that when you try to tell a joke, the fact that you’re laughing already makes the joke funny.”
She beamed stupidly. There had never been a time where she could get a punch line out, despite the number of times she had heard the one she wanted to tell, the joke would send her rolling before she could finish it for anyone else. “They’re not funny otherwise?”
Jean shrugged, “Don’t pursue stand-up is all I’m saying.”
“That was what I was going to tell you next!” She bemoaned, as muted as she could manage, amateur dramatics in play as she clutched her head.
His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, shaking his head.
With a deep breath, she said, “Your face always makes me feel like… the sun will come up tomorrow.”
The giggling stopped.
She sat up firmer, felt the sleep, the haze escaped her and more so to herself, she murmured,
“And the day after that, and the day after that.”
In this silence, in this world, that was shifting ever so slightly, the dozing trio in the back could not feel the shudders in the earth. The air had grown sparse; all had been suspended in this disjointed night drive. Still far from home, but too close, suddenly as much as all had stopped, time was ticking and soon there would be nothing else.
Where time before had become solid, cherishable, now it was harsh. Gripping her fingers to make the minutes grate on through the timer, she listened for the first hard granules to strike the surface below.
The future lay out before her. She had been waiting for it. That eerie sense of calm had abandoned her and now, in the hidden darkness, beyond the beams of the headlights, in those shadows the future of lost connections, of rejections, of reality on the horizon. The sun would rise tomorrow, would the boy she liked so much be there to bring it?
He wouldn’t look her way, his responsible driving all that proved that he was still there. Not even his fingers twitched and she simply had to look away then. To stare at the road paved ahead, to hope that future she was certain lingered ahead would not rear its ugly head.
“That you were happy today… that made me very happy.” Jean said.
He was beside her. The heat of his body, the sort so detached from any other; the kind of warmth that sent sparks across the skin lingered beside her, that helped her know that he was there and not in her mind. Whenever he had shifted gears, had moved an inch, she could see the space parting to let him through.
It was parting again, as his hand stretched out towards her and prized apart her fingers. They had tangled themselves so well, an attempt to never escape the perpetual loneliness she had become accustomed to. The world, and all its matter, was dividing for them.
When he laced his fingers with hers, when his breath hitched as she held on tight when she knew it was okay, when he simply clung to her too, she felt a collision of something microscopic, and a chasm was filled with the debris of this matter, light with the moon, the stars, the comets and the sun. Reeling, pulsing, living, breathing, peaceful, alive with atoms; they’d connected the dots.
“I’m happy right now.” She sighed, feeling sleepiness weighing her down. A weight was lifted and replaced by a soul-shifting calm.
“So am I.” Jean smiled.
"At freaking last," came a scoff from the back seat. She was ready to fling his hand from her but Jean clung harder.
"Yo, privacy!" Jean hissed as Marco snorted at the little outbreak.
"Not really the place for that, is it?"
Peeking over her shoulder, she saw a coy smile plastered across Marco's face, even as he attempted to loosen up his neck, the dead weights of Connie and Sasha completely undisturbed, his shirt sodden with their drool. He grimaced.
Jean shook his head, pulling her hand closer to his chest, defensively, mumbling about his friend being such a peeper. Marco just grinned at her, rolled his eyes before shifting his phone out of his pocket, a real challenge where Connie had wrapped himself around his lanky body, and swiping through it. It was amazing how he hadn't gone numb. With a squeak, Sasha hiccuped in her sleep.
She squeezed Jeans hand back. He bit back his own glee as he continued to run on about Marco's interruption.
The night would end; even as she began to doze and it came to feel like a dream, Jean was the one to gently shake her awake, caress her cheek with his thumb and smile at her in a new way. One that told her it was real after all.
They would say their goodbyes and forget the days as much as they would remember all the little things. Maybe all would be revealed in the days that followed; maybe patience made space for something gentle and kind to grow anew. For her, the sun did indeed rise the next day…
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Thanks for reading!
#snk fluff#aot fluff#jean kirschtein#jean x reader#jean kirstein#jean kirstein x reader#attack on titan fluff#drabble#snk drabble#aot drabbles#jean fluff#aot au#snk au#attack on titan au#modern au#fanfiction#fanfic#aot fanfiction#my writing
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The Lost Boys Incorrect Quotes
Part 2, because I like it
Part 1 here
Paul after trying Dwayne's cooking: If this sauce was a person, I'd get naked and make love to it!
Marko: Well, I am stunned!
Nobody:
Marko: Just stunned!
Literally nobody:
Marko: Stunned is the only way to describe how... stunned I am!
David: Just a minute, just a minute, Marko. Are you trying to tell us... That you are stunned?
Paul: You got nothing to fear, but fear itself.
Laddie: ...
Paul: And, of course, the boogeyman.
Dwayne: There is no such word as that.
Marko: There certainly is.
Dwayne: Disdam is not a word. You made it up.
Marko: It's a word!
Dwayne: Fine. Use it in a sentence.
Marko: You are no good at disdam game!
Marko: Paul, let's go!
Paul: *sleeps*
Marco: Come on, Paul. Let's go!
Paul: *still sleeps*
Marko, imitating woman voice: Paul, wake up, my husband will be home any minute.
Paul: *wide awake*
David: This is strictly off the record, but Michael is nearly five years younger than I am.
Dwayne: In what, David, dog years?
Paul, excited about his new date: However, I have decided to overlook that minor detail and succumb to the Vesuvius of passion that is about to erupt from me.
Marko: Stand back. We're gonna get something on us.
Paul: For the first time in my life I feel over 40.
David: Because you are over 70.
After fight with the hunters
Dwayne: *pulls arrow from Marko*
Marko: OW! OW! OH!
Nervous Paul: Did that hurt?
Marko: No, I'm singing rock-'n'-roll.
When Star comes to visit
David: So, did you bring the young chippy with you?
Dwayne: David, come on, you are talking about her husband.
Star: Thanks.
Dwayne: So, did you bring the himbo?
Grown Laddie: This reminds me of when I was little. You used to tell me bedtime stories .
Paul: Oh yeah, yeah. The Bogeyman and the little boy.... The Zombie in the hamper.... Cannibal parents...
Laddie: I don't believe I had more than two hours of sleep in that time.
David: I love all the members of my coven.
Star: Even Paul?
David: Sure. But don't tell him. He'll wanna borrow money
Marko: I decided to give every one of you a gift, hope you will like it!
David: But these are my gloves, I thought I lost them at the Boardwalk.
Marko: I told you that you lost them. They matched this crop-top.
Paul: This is my crop-top!
Marko: I know, it goes great with...
Dwayne: My leather jacket.
Marko: Well, enjoy! *happily walking away*
Paul: I wonder if he has seen my leather belt.
Dwayne: You know I haven't been able to find my flag...
David: Come on, it's time to go search his nest again.
Dwayne to Star: Honey, beware of anyone who says "No calories", "Absolutely no charge", and "Let's just lie down on the bed and watch tv".
Michael, leaving: Well, I'm off!
David: Totally.
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