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spinningwebsandtales · 1 year

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Imagine Waiting For Shanks To Return To Tell Him Surprising News

Shanks X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes and a dagger is involved

Word Count: 1.7k

(A/N:) Hello readers! I should finally start getting back into the swing of things now that Christmas is here! I’ve missed writing so much and I have ideas I’ve been wanting to write especially about One Piece. Back in November I had went to see Red and to made me fall in love with the story. So now I have started reading and watching One Piece and Shanks and Zoro are my faves. So I’m starting out with Shanks but I have an idea for Zoro and an idea for Sanji so just keep an eye out hopefully I can write those soon! But I am still learning about this universe so mostly these imagines are just for funsies so don’t take them too seriously! X3 But it feels good to write again and I look forward to posting more! So until next time happy reading! ~Countess

You stood upon the shore of Foosha Village’s port watching the horizon as you did every evening as the sun began to set in the sky. The salty waves crashing the shore sent droplets of water to spatter against the hem of your flowing gown as the breeze billowed your hair behind you tangling it just enough that you would have to brush it when you got home. Nobody of the village would bother you at these moments, as you were waiting and hoping for Shanks to return and soon. Usually you were on the boat with him just another piece of his large crew. But the last time he docked at Foosha you were ill and couldn’t get well in time for him and the crew to set sail. So he left you with a house upon a private cove overlooking the ocean to see when he sailed in and in the care of Makino as he knew that she would take the best of care of you until you were well again.

“You won’t be long,” you had asked him weakly.

He gave a gentle smile with a hint of sadness, “I’ll try my best. Wait for me to return upon that far horizon.”

“Okay,” you whispered falling back to sleep to escape another bout of nausea.

That had been six months ago and now you stood upon the sand watching and waiting with a protective hand over your swollen belly. Makino had fetched the village doctor when you hadn’t improved in several days and that’s when your pregnancy was revealed. Wedded to the notorious red haired pirate and now mother to said pirate’s child. You were nervous about how Shanks would take the news when he finally returned, yes he already had an adopted daughter in Uta, but having a baby while he was so busy was something you were afraid he wouldn’t accept. You also feared he’d leave you behind once more, only to never return leaving you alone to raise the child that he helped create.

You kicked at the sand in frustration as the familiar ship didn’t part the horizon like you hoped. As the temperature began to drop as the sun sank lower you shivered, you decided to go back home. Your older more comfortable clothes no longer fit thanks to your large stomach so you had to make do with the flowing gowns Makino dredged up for you. With soup bubbling in the pot above the fire you dished some out and ate before deciding to just go ahead and sleep. You hadn’t been able to sleep much lately as the baby was beginning to grow more restless and keeping you awake for majority of the night with their squirming and moving. It didn’t take long for you to slip into dreamless sleep as the exhaustion was starting to get too much to bear.

Shanks knew that you wouldn’t be awake at this hour but he had pushed his crew to make it back to you tonight. He had been gone a lot longer than he intended, and while he knew you would understand he couldn’t help but still feel that pang of guilt deep inside. Since getting to know each other you both hadn’t left each other’s sides in so long. So leaving you alone without anyone there at all times of the day was a horrible feeling he never wanted to repeat. His bed in his captains' quarters had never been colder since he had to leave you behind. Now as his crew were about ready to drop he had them rush through docking the ship and making preparations to stay for at least a few days. He had much catching up to do with you and preparing you and all the supplies for an extra person tagging along once more.

With the familiar boat docked in the bay he searched for you, it was late but he was sure that you would still be up looking for his return. When you didn’t show up rushing towards him with open arms Shanks gave his men free rein to do whatever they pleased (as he knew they wouldn’t take advantage of the good people of Foosha) he made his way towards the place he had bought you to stay. Upon the top of the cove he saw your place all dark and lifeless. He couldn’t stop the panic welling in his chest as horrible thoughts came to his mind. Surely you were okay? Shanks rushed in catching the door with his one hand before it could bang against the wall, while he was losing his mind he knew that there could still be the possibility that you were just sleeping. His worries eased as he saw the freshly dirty dishes and the smoldering fire in the hearth, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until he saw you. So to the bedroom he went where the sight that he beheld made him suck in a breath. There you laid, sleeping peacefully, warm blankets pulled to your chin. Though covered he could tell the difference in your form. Gone was the shape of the woman who was used to fighting, sailing, and climbing. Now you were round and soft and Shanks knew that the feelings that were rolling under the surface wasn’t just from seeing you for the first time in forever.

It didn’t take a genius to realize that you were pregnant and heavily so. He sat on the edge of the bed not really wanting to wake you but having a hard time controlling his self. Reaching out with a calloused hand he brushed hair from your open mouth. Your face scrunched and you mumbled something he couldn’t make out, it made him chuckle. You immediately went into action, hand rushing to underneath your pillow, you pulled a dagger out holding it to his throat in a threatening motion.

“Who are you,” you snarled ready to slit your intruder’s throat.

“Hello to you too beautiful,” Shanks chuckled again and the dagger was dropped immediately.

“Shanks??”

“Yeah,” he sighed gathering you in his arm, “it’s me sweetheart.”

“Sorry that your first greeting back was a blade to your throat.”

“Not the worst greeting I’ve ever received,” he smiled cupping your cheek. “It’s good to know that you never lost those reflexes that you honed all those years sailing with me.”

“Well,” you pinched his cheek, “I can’t spoil my husband’s good name by being weak.”

“You’ve never been mistaken for weak and never will be. I’m the idiot who left you though in this condition.”

You hung your head ashamed, “We didn’t know. I’m sorry I didn’t send word to you. I was afraid you wouldn’t be happy.”

“How could I not be happy?! This is amazing and such a surprise. Who knew your sickness was just symptoms from being pregnant?”

“I’m sure the rocking boat didn’t help with the puking and bouts of nausea.”

“Yeah we rocked the boat ourselves on several occasions that’s what got you into this state in the first place,” the mischievousness in his gaze was not lost on you.

“Shaaaaaanks,” you whined punching his shoulder.

“Kidding,” he kissed you softly. “But not really, cause it is the truth.”

Moments passed by quietly as you just held one another basking in the presence that you both missed greatly. The sound of the ocean outside your little home bringing back so many memories over the years you both had spent on the high seas together. It was just a perfect moment that Shanks knew he had to interrupt, though he didn’t want to.

“Want to go see the crew,” he asked breaking the peace. “They’ve missed you almost as much as I have.”

Though your body was exhausted and you were embarrassed about how big you have grown, you couldn’t deny your red haired pirate or his lovable crew. “I need to change into something warmer and can you help me get there? The walk has been getting more difficult in my state.”

“You don’t even need to ask.”

Shanks held your hand tightly as he helped you down some of the steep slopes to the sandy beach below. While your little cove away had seemed so cold and lonely the last few months, this was the first time in awhile you enjoyed the walk with the warm hand squeezing yours with gentle pressure. Life without Shanks around was boring but mostly it was lonely. His warming presence was something you never really thought about until it wasn’t around. And whatever fear that had been pressing upon you, keeping you from enjoying watching your baby grow within you dissipated with his contagious grin. His ship came into view and you could see the guys buzzing back and forth taking care of the ship’s needs before theirs. You glared at your sheepish husband at seeing how exhausted his men were.

“I couldn’t help it,” he defended himself. “I was desperate to see you and so were they.”

“Treat them to a good meal tomorrow and some good ale,” you elbowed him.

“Yes ma’am,” he agreed wanting to stay in your good graces. As soon as the hard working crew spotted you with their captain a roaring cheer lifted into the night sky. You could have sworn the ship rocked even harder than the waves crashing against it with the excited men. You laughed using Shanks as a sturdy crutch as you waddled across the shifting sand. They tossed themselves overboard stampeding toward you and Shanks. Shanks pulled you protectively into his side bracing you behind him just in case his rambunctious men got out of control. But as soon as they saw your condition they skidded to a stop in awe. “Surprise,” you teased sheepishly. Silence passed before a loud roar sounded out and several sharp slaps to Shanks back left him staggering and his back stinging. Some of the men softly asked if they could touch their stomach, as they were remembering pregnant wives at one point in their lives. You agreed tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as they accepted you and the little one inside. It felt so good to have your husband and friends back and you couldn’t wait to get back onto the seas sailing with your family with a new addition in tow.

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asshlyyyy · 1 year

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Besides You

This is for all my people who are having a rough day. I've had this in my drafts for quite some time and didn't know where to take it. I hope you enjoy this, and I can't wait to get more out to you guys! Hopefully I'll have some one-shots coming up while I continue work on the multi-part fics.

If anyone knows why my posts have been doing terribly also... let me know. My posts have been... not doing quite as well as they should be. I'm not complaining it is just frustrating when you look at your follower to like ratio. My posts are showing up in tags... I just don't know what's happening.

Masterlist

Pairing: Elvis (or Austin!Elvis) x gn!reader

Warnings: Slight sexual themes, swearing, spelling and grammatical errors most likely. If I missed anything please let me know.

Word Count: 1.1k

“Hey darlin’, everything all right?” You heard Elvis speak from the door frame. You hummed and looked over at him. “Ya haven’t come down yet.” You gave him a weak smile.

“I know… just… I’m just having an off day is all.” You replied back with a simple shrug. Though it more looked like an awkward movement due to you laying down.

You felt so bad. God… you felt so so bad. It wasn’t fair to Elvis. You were extremely happy with Elvis. That wasn’t the issue at bay. Your depression just made everything worse. You had these episodes now and again. These could appear at any moment, so you could really never prepare for them, which is why it wasn’t fair for Elvis. He shouldn’t have to deal with your… illness.

“Mind if I join ya?” He asked with a slight smile on his face.

You smiled softly and nodded, “though I don’t want to hold you back, Elvis.”

“You can never hold me back, darlin’. I always want to be beside you.” He said softly and laid down on the bed next to you. You let out a break and shook your head.

“I just feel like I’m constantly holding you back.” You confessed to him. It was the first time you let those words come out of your mouth. You never told him about this. You didn’t want him to worry about you any more than he did. He looked at you confused. You brought your hand up to his shirt and played with his buttons.

“What do you mean? You’re never holding me back.” Elvis shook his head.

“Remember all those things you wanted to do? Those that you wanted me to join you with? I would say no sometimes… and then you just wouldn’t do them. I… I don't want you to not do something just because I’m not in the mood.” You explained to Elvis. He brought his hand up to your head and ran his fingers through your hair.

“Do me a favor, sweetheart. Look at ya ring finger there. What do ya see?” You looked at him confused but brought your hand up to your face. You looked at your engagement ring and wedding band.

“The engagement ring you gave me, and the wedding band that binds us together.” You answered him. You looked past your hand and towards his blue eyes.

“Exactly,” he used his finger to caress your cheek. You blushed lightly and pressed your face against his chest. “I married you because I love you for who you are. Just because ya have a few flaws don’ mean I don’ love ‘em. I love every single inch of you. From the top of your head to the ends of your toes.” He poked your stomach.

You let out a small giggle and looked up at him, “you’re so silly.”

“Only for you of course.” You rolled your eyes playfully and pulled away. You pushed yourself up into a seated position and faced him.

“Thank you.”

“Why are ya thankin’ me for?” He rubbed your thigh gently.

“Because you’ve done a lot for me.” You grabbed his hand and interlocked your fingers together, “From putting up with my mood swings, joining me on my off days, holding me when I’m crying and not forcing me to speak about my feelings… to not ask why I’m crying. You don’t see me as a crybaby. You see me as a person.”

“I see you as the most perfect person I’ve eva met.” Elvis rested his forehead against yours.

“Oh stop,” you giggled lightly as you slapped his chest lightly.

“‘M being serious,” he chuckled lightly and pulled away so that he could look at you. Your e/c orbs rolled in playfulness and pulled yourself far away from him. “Without you, I don’ know where I would’ve been in ma life. As cliche as it sounds… ya shaped me into who I am today.”

“Well… you shaped me into who I am today. Without you… I could've been dead, who knows.” You shrugged and got out of bed, feeling much better than you did beforehand.

“I have a feelin’ God made it so we found each other. I believe in every universe… or different timeline… we would have found each other. We complete one another.”

“Okay lover boy, get out of bed.” You pulled the sheets off. “I have to clean these.”

“They can survive another night.”

“Elivs… these need to be cleaned. Especially after what happened yesterday morning.” You pointed out to him as you rolled the sheet over your hands.

“I have no idea what you are talkin’ about,” he said as a smirk found its way onto his lips. You rolled your eyes and walked over to the basket. You had to use whatever energy you had currently and get these chores done.

“Why don’ I help ya?” Elvis suggested. You looked over at him confused. It wasn’t like he never offered to help before, but when it came to laundry he tended to… shy away. He didn’t want to end up fucking something up. Like… accidentally shrinking his clothes, or turning his whites to pink.

“Are you sure? You can go ahead and do other things, I don’t mind.” You answered as you continued to peel the bed sheets off.

“‘M sure. I want to make this day easy and enjoyable for you.” You smiled at his kind words and looked over at him. God, you were so lucky to call him yours. You always viewed him as the poor boy you met. The fame and fortune… it was something you never saw. You viewed it more as… he got a raise. It was silly but…

You knew how stressful Elvis got when it came to fame and fortune. You also knew that he loved to spend his fortune. Especially when it came to you. He loved to shower you with new things, and you loved every minute of it. Yet, you made sure he knew that you didn’t need anything. You had him, and that was all that mattered. He was all you needed.

“You’re all I need Elvis,” you whispered, “being near you makes everything easy and enjoyable.”

“Oh darlin’,” he smiled and made his way over to you. “You’re all I need also.”

Elvis pressed his lips against yours and pulled you down onto the bed with him. You let out a light squeal before you kissed back. You brought your hands up to his face and smiled. Elvis was all you needed on a bad day.

Sorry this was so short. Sometimes, there are certain things that need to be short. Just because they are short don't mean that they don't have meaning. I know I love writing longer things, but sometimes I can't force it out of me to write longer fics.

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rocketyship · 6 months

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BE looks more human here cause she has a holoskin on or something idk, her robot body doesn’t look too good in latex I’ve realised :(

Been slow on posts recently, and I won’t go into too much detail, but there will be times like this in the future where I don’t upload or draw as much because I do have a heart condition/terminal illness that leaves me incapable of moving or getting stuff done for periods of time. I’m feeling better now and hopefully I’ll be getting back into the swing of things and sharing more lore/answering all your questions/and giving you more comics. Thank you so much once again💕💕

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r1ddly · 9 months

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Why don't you care for/dislike Rogues the Postcast? /gen /nm

Sorry for the late answer bestie, been busy with work LMAO

I'll give a bit of a general trigger warning, there's gonna be mentions of abelism as well as sexual assault and homophobia.

It's really hard for me to really begin and where to start with my issues with the series, I'm very passionate on the topic of mental illness and abelism and I have close friends who just HATE this series with how it promote these abelist ideas and jokes and it makes me very emotional. It's very personal for me, it devastates me to see that codot (hopefully unknowingly) promotes these stigmas that effect my friends, myself (self diagnosed though mind you) and other people who suffer from illnesses like DID, psychosis, schizophrenia, ect.

Let's look at scarecrow first. Obviously, he's portrayed to have an 'evil alter' that in it of itself is an abelist stereotype towards DID. You can have villains have DID of course i mean you can literally look at twoface or the ventriloquist! But what separates those two from scarecrow is that those two have always been bad people, excluding their illnesses. (Of course ventriloquist is questionable as an example as in some continuities he's shown to be possessed but I'm not getting into that)

Oh but that's just the thing- apparently Jon doesn't have DID (I was told this by a friend) and so that automatically fixes that issue right? It's not like there's been other illnesses that's been villainised to have 'evil alters' or 'evil personalities' right? /s /lh /nm

Ok but no like seriously, that doesn't fix the issue like at all. You can't just blatantly write an abelist stereotype and turn around and say "actually he doesn't have that" like you still wrote it. You wrote that into your canon you can't just go back and rewrite that to be better.

I also have issues with Jon's character in general. He's incredibly out of character but I'll get to that in a lil bit.

Another character that has abelist writing is Jervis. From what I've read of transcripts and what I've heard from Friends who've read the transcripts/listened to the podcast it's clear that Jervis is written to have (or implied to have) something along the lines of psychosis or schizophrenia (or something similar) and while that's not inherently bad the fact it's written that he constantly hears 'the voices' and that he's constantly dissociating to think properly (think like how you see 'insane' people swing back and forth on the floor mumbling nonsense) and bestie that's not how that shit works! If I remember right to he literally admits to shitting and pissing in his cell in arkham and???? That's just gross????? Don't get me wrong arkham has continously been a horrible place so I'm not exactly surprised but also like??? That's still so gross and incredibly out of character??

And listen, I'm not trying to dictate on how people suffer from their own illnesses and stuff. But I just, I find it so horribly written? I'll use myself as an example. Personally (which I genuinely hate having to talk about) I do occasionally hear voices to varying degrees and idk bestie. I just, it's hard to explain and again this is personal but its just gross for me. And I acknowledge my situation is different from other people, but it's still weird to see in my opinion. I have a friend who can vocalize these issues way better to me but tldr it just pushes abelist ideas.

There's a two other things about Jervis I feel is important to point out. One I'm way more able to vocalize my issues on.

Theres a moment in the podcast where Jon and Jervis question whether harley is a natural blonde and Jon suggest that Jervis goes and check Harleys pubic hair while she's sleeping, and that she'll never know if their quiet enough. (to which Jervis gets his ass handed to him after a failed attempt if I remember right) which, I don't think I need to emphasize that sexual assault isn't funny. I'm positive it was written as a joke because I can't even fathom the idea that codot would have been serious on writing that. I can't in my right mind see how this is funny to begin with, as someone who has been sexually assaulted I just. I genuinely don't understand how people can just sideline this- how codot thought it was ok to joke about. I just don't understand I genuinely don't understand. And this goes back to how out of character everyone is (including jon), how unnecessarily mean Edward is to Jervis is genuinely uncomfortable, especially with how Jervis is written to be constantly dissociated (or that's how it feels) which makes that whole joke even worse as it slips in abelism!

I also don't understand why in the hell Jervis tetch is homophobic- of course I've only heard this second hand but considering how Jervis's written in this series I wouldn't be surprised if I'm right. But nonetheless, the decision to make Jervis homophobic is an extremely bold decision considering Jervis is canonically a queer character in DC. For YEARS it's been established that he's either queer or bisexual/pansexual of some sort and has even been in some of the recent DC pride collections! If I remember right he even has his own story! So it's so disheartening to see that he's written to be so out of character and to he so hateful when he isn't! And what's crazy is that I'm not even a big hatter fan!

I'm sure there's more issues to be pointed out but right now I've been dissociating really hard and I'm very emotional and I'm just finding it hard to to continue this tangent really and it doesn't help I'm at work. And even excluding this I just have issues from the whole scarecrow sexyman poll thing and ive already stated about my medical issue. I feel like that in it of itself is a valid reason to not like it LMAO.

Also I apologize that this is over the place, again at work and completely dissociating throughout this so a HORRIBLE combo LMAOOO

I'm sure codot is fine person and I'm not at all trying to cancel or start anything. It's just disheartening to see so much abelism go unchecked! Honestly if codot just did his research on these topics (and stopped joking about sexual assault) then I wouldn't have such a huge issue. But he hasn't, and it doesn't feel like he's gonna.

Feel free to correct me if anything I've stated has been wrong though! I don't at all mean to spread any misinformation!

P.s. don't give me the whole "oh he's just one guy and this is just a simple fan project" bullshit when that doesn't excuse anything. I'm literally one person making my fan story and I'm over here reading medical textbooks and doing my research because I understand a lot of my interpretations NEED that research and it's so easy to put in abelist ideas. It's genuinely not hard to do research.

#my post #I'm done #im emotionally out of it #LMAOOO

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xiaoyoa · 1 year

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May I request romantic headcanons of Qi Shiyi, Fiona Gilman, and Michiko with an s/o who loves to pamper them ♥

If the amount of characters are too much/prefer not to write you can just choose whoever you want to write for :)

PAMPERING S/O X FIONA, QI, MICHIKO

warning - none! / gender neutral terms / romantic

note - i am SOSOSO sorry for responding to this ask so late! i've had lots of college business and it's all been so hectic...this is my first offical writing though!! hopefully i can look back on this and see how much i've improved.

FIONA GILMAN

- fiona loves you so much, she cannot amount it into words.

- she could care less if you're distant, close, introverted, extroverted....if you managed to get her to love you, she'll love you for eternity

- HOWEVER.

- fiona will never encourage you to spend money on her, or take time out of your day to fufill her needs - however if you DO carry out these activities, she'll fall in love all over again

- fiona's achilles heel is attention, if you give her gifts or massage her when stressed etc etc she will shut down...

- she always returns the favor tenfold though! you bought her a small teddy bear? she bought you twenty. LARGE ones.

- she LOVES pampering you, so make sure you pamper her back - she loves that even more!

- do try not to pamper her too much though, she may completely overload!

QI SHIYI

- qi, much like fiona is a very loving woman

- her love language, however, swings more towards the quality time side.

- her favourite things to do with you is to sit together, perhaps her playing the flute and you reading a book - or maybe you both go out to the garden and look at the flowers?

- either way, she will never pass up an opportunity to spend time with you

- if you were to pamper her, she might not know how to react at first

- she loves it, dont get me wrong! it's just not her style

- you'll find that if you give her gifts - she'll use them religiously

- you gave her a necklace, perhaps? she's wearing it for the next 6 months

- her favourite thing to recieve is hair accessories, or anything hair related! if you suggest doing her hair for her, she won't shut up about it until you do it (she'll only subtly mention it, but after the 50000th hint you'd probably get the point)

MICHIKO

- OH. MY. GOD.

- she ADORES being pampered!

- you and her are a perfect match, even more so than you were when the two of you fell in love!

- michiko adores you, her favourite part of the day is coming back to you and seeing how you're going to pamper her this time

- do her nails? she'll do yours as well! you've brought her some gifts? she'll cherish these forever, thank you s/o! spa night? can't we just do a spa night 24/7, s/o?

- michiko will pamper you back, but she much prefers being pampered by you

- sometimes she'll even fake being ill or upset so you can dote on her....

- in conclusion, pamper michiko and shes never letting go of you, EVERRR

- one thing michiko can never turn down is when you offer to help with her makeup, she finds it so endearing that you want to help with a major part of her identity and culture

- in conclusion she is the BEST person to pamper

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peanutpmingib · 2 years

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boyfriend!sunwoo headcanons

presenting ur college bf sunwoo <3

word count : 1.1K+

watch it : suggestive content, skinny dipping, mildly illegal actions (sneaking into public pool after hours), if I missed anything feel free to let me know !

a/n : this series is rly fun, hopefully ill get to all the boys soon (hah the boys, get it ?) this one got a way more actual fic like then the other little headcanons in this series and thats okay I rly like it. I hope u do too !

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-ah sunwoo, the neighborhood headache

-works at a tiny convenience store in front of a community pool, don't ask, he doesn't have any answers. Only conspiracies

-hates his job but its all worth it when he meets you there

-you come stumbling in during finals week, long after most ppl should be up n about

-He sees u n doesn't think much, another late night finals studier, could be way worse

-that is until he loses track of you in the tiny store and finds you passed out leaning on the cheese puffs, halfway to dream land and drooling. Kinda cute, kinda annoying

-He wakes you up, helps you get home and scores your number in the proces. Just in case you pass out in strange places again he tells you

-The rest is history

-U stop by the little store any chance u get. Eager to taste any and all sweetness sunwoo gives you. Hes full energy and sugary words

-it becomes routine, you finish your classes for the day, check ur phone for ur daily “at the store today” or the rare “not at the store today”. And swing by the cozy little building, well more of a crack in the wall than anything but a store nonetheless

-he always greets u with a smile, quickly followed by some dumb remark

“Don't fall asleep in the snack aisle again” “Unfortunately we just ran out of in isle beds sorry”

“I'm not gonna wake u up this time”

“You drool in your sleep you know it's so grossss”

-he's truly a headache, the reasons as to why u always choose to come back remains a mystery to u and the general population

(you know the reason but that doesnt mean youll admit it. Your crush on him will die with you dammit)

-there's one day where he tells you he'll be working the latest shift okay so he won't be there at your usual time. So instead u wear ur comfiest pjs, bring a few blankets and show up about 20 mins into his shift. Long after the streets have cleared of ppl. It reminds you of your first meeting all those nights ago

It's almost like you're the only 2 ppl in the world, and you let yourself believe it. Even for only the time shared together

-He pretends like the gesture doesn't make him blush and instead goes back to teasing

Its okay hes cute, you'll let it slide

-About another 30 mins in does he decide to ditch the job and take u to the infamous community pool. There have been 0 customers is his excuse

The pool is in fact right behind the store, the back staff room leads right out to the warm summer night illuminated by a single street light in the far corner of the property. Just enough to be able to walk without dying.

There begins a little strip of mangled concrete that separates the two. And from that a wired fence to the back end of the pool that looks like it's seen much better days

-He's teasing about it, per usual

Lots of “come on it isnt even that cold”

“Barely anyone uses it when it's light out what makes u think there's gonna be an influx in users at 2 am”

He starts the climb up the fence, looping a foot in one of the larger holes between the wire. It doesn't take him much time to scale it, landing with a smirk on the other side

-You eventually give in, rolling your eyes while attempting to do the same. Embarrassingly enough you end up needing his help getting over it.

‘You're such a baby”

“Just such up and help me woo”

He laughs but helps you anyway. Climbing back over to help you get your footing. The gentle hold he has on your ankle makes this seem like a far more intimate activity. Until he all but throws you the rest of the way over

“God i hate you”

Laughs bubble from his mouth faster than he can stop them, clutching his stomach and wiping tears,,“That was fun tho come on you have to admit that much”

“Yeah yeah whatever. “ you huff, letting him lead you the rest of the way to the dark water.

He gives you a look before you shake your head, “I'm not swimming tho!! I have no extra clothes and i'm not gonna let these get all wet and gross” you sigh

“So swim without them” he shrugs

“No you idiot i don't have any other-”

“I know, just swim without clothes? Live a little”

You can feel the blush slowly span your face at that, you hope he cant tell in the dark

“You live too much” is all you have to say back

He just laughs, not wasting time to peel his own clothes off and wiggling into the water. You try not to stare you really really do but holy hell does he make it hard. It's almost like he's taunting you with how slow he’s walking into the water

He turns to you after the water is up to his navel, motioning with a hand for you to join.

Really the problem isn't the situation at hand, skinny dipping seems like great fun rly, the problem lies with the man who you're in this predicament with. He's all but invaded your heart and mind at this point. He's just, so, everything you've ever wanted and more. Sweet smiles and even sweeter words, teasing but still kind, always making room for you in his life. Hard working to his core.

the way he looks at you while you tell him the most mundane things about your day makes your head spin, the care he takes into looking out for you is unmatched by anyone. you are so gone for him

fuck it.

you toss your clothes to the side faster than you can change your mind about it and slide your way into the freezing water

“it’s fucking freezing what the hell “

he only strides closer to u, gently lacing your hands together and pulling you further in, where the water now comes to your collar bones.

“I got you” he murmurs

you shiver and shake at the water,”m still cold”

but he only presses himself impossible close to under the water

“well, let me warm u up then” he barely whispers while your chests are flush together, his hands on either side of your face

that night is the first time you kiss, and the night he confesses

-your new found relationship is filled with many more happy moments and endless teases

-loving sunwoo is as easy as simply existing near him. He pulls you into his orbit, never intending to let you so much as slip from within. An anchor of sorts, internally destined to lie within the invisible force that drives the both of u together

his laugh is infectious his smile brighter than the sun, always putting you first and scheming of new ways to make u blush

he’s a keeper, treat him well

#TBZ #the boyz #the boyz x reader #sunwoo x reader #kim sunwoo x reader #sunwoo imagines #sunwoo fluff #tbz x reader #the boyz fluff #the boyz fanfic #sunwoo x you #tbz headcanons #the boyz headcanons

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thepenultimateword · 2 years

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Short Prompt #27

CW: Lots of injuries and descriptions of injured bodies (though they are all robots if that helps at all)

The room fell in and out of light in uneven waves, the sparking wires hanging out of the behemoth of a construction-bot's eye socket catching every once in a while and illuminating the lamp-like eye dangling off the end.

Human stared around blankly at the dozens of bots lying listlessly on the floor, most unable to rise even if they wanted to. One attack-bot had a massive chunk torn out of its head, exposing the blue microchip slots of its databanks. A scrawny server-bot cradled an arm split nearly in two and stared past Human without the slightest acknowledgment, a direct contradiction to its coding. A tiny clockwork slumped against the wall, swayed shoulders dented, delicate hands shattered, and more parts missing than there were present.

The light ebbed out and the human counted the seconds for their return.

1...2...3...4...

The room reilluminated, allowing Human even further details on the robots' state. Crude pools of oil gathered in so many corners that practically the entire basement floor was slicked with it. And was that a door at the back?

Lights out again.

1...2...3...4...

Lights on.

Yes, it was, metal and slightly propped, did this horror continue into another room?

They made their way forward, only glimpsing a few more ill-treated bots before the light diminished once again.

1...2...3...4...

The human wasn’t sure what they were expecting when they bought out their rival’s bot-fighting company, but it certainly wasn’t this. A responsible handler kept their bots cared for and in good shape, and they certainly didn't throw in whatever type they could get their hands on. What sort of fights was their rival getting into when they weren't challenging Human?

5...6...7...8...

Metal creaked and Human shifted uncomfortably in the dark. This blackout was lasting longer than the others.

9...10...11...12...

Sparks from the construction-bot licked the darkness, with the rabid desperation of starving beasts, little ones that could make themselves known but not quite eat the darkness away.

The door creaked.

Human stumbled blindly back.

13...14..15--

The wires caught and the eye bathed the room in enough light to illuminate the swinging door and the razor teeth of the attack-bot looming over them.

"Get. Out." The bot's voicebox crackled and it threw its long arms out wide as if to shield the mangled bots from Human's gaze.

Initial shock worn off, Human just stared at them. Was this bot defending the others?

Human stepped close enough to see every scratch in the bot's cherry red paint and the attack-bot bore its teeth wider. Hopefully they were right about this bot, and they weren't simply following a security protocol left by Rival. Human wouldn't put it past them.

They reached their hand out in a calming gesture anyway; they would be nowhere in this business without nerve.

"I'm not here to hurt, I'm here to help."

#robot x human #prompt #short prompt #human x monster #writing prompt #writblr #scifi #scifiworld #writing this half-asleep

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Hello Lunette! I saw your post about needing advice on how to reconnect with your writing after an absence due to chronic illness, and while I don’t have a chronic illness, I do have chronic depression. Here are 5 tips I’ve learned over the years that have helped me when it comes to feeling disconnected from your writing. Hopefully they help!

Read a book or watch a movie that is similar to what you’re trying to write. Pay attention to how you feel as you read/watch, how the story draws you in, and what kind of imagery/language is used. In what ways is your writing similar to these stories? In what ways is it different?

Rewrite, rewrite, rewrite! Don’t even look at the old scene- just rewrite it from memory. See if anything changes in tone or verbiage.

Bounce ideas off of friends. Sometimes we just need somebody to sort through the weeds with us. Ask for their honest (but kind and constructive) feedback, and see if they have any insights that can help.

Take a notebook with you everywhere you go and jot down your ideas. Whether it’s snippets of prose or dialogue, words that evoke feeling or even journaling! Any writing is better than no writing! Plus keeping all of your thoughts in one spot will help you connect your ideas.

Get excited!!! Make writing fun! Make playlists for your story and/or characters! Make niche memes about your story only a you will understand! Be your own number one fan! Sometimes you just have to let yourself get funky with it!

I hope this helps! If you ever want to talk about your writing or get feedback on something your stuck with my messages are always open! 💛

Thank you so much for the advice!! I saw this ask when it first arrived into my inbox, but didn't get around to answering it until now; I figured other people might also be able to take something useful away from this ask so I wanted to share it :,) Luckily, I have gotten back into the swing of writing, although I'm (evidently) very far behind on tumblr. With some more experience being a chronically ill writer under my belt, these tips have been very helpful for me, particularly the 4th one. Being chronically ill (physically in my case, but this applies to other forms as well!) means you pretty much never know what your physical/mental state is going to be on any given day, so I've given up on planning my writing sessions and embraced writing more sporadically in my notes whenever I feel up for it, and then assemble it into a doc later.

I really appreciate you and everyone else who's reached out ever since I've spoken up about my health problems. Needless to say, it's been a rough (and lonely!) past year as I'm not really surrounded by other people who have any experience with chronic illness. It's a very alienating experience, but that's what makes online spaces like these very helpful; even if I mostly just lurk nowadays until I can manage to be consistent again. I hope you (and anyone else reading this) have a good writing year in 2024! :D <3

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fineiwillwritethismyself · 2 years

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A Gift for the Future

Here is the fabled pregnancy story! This one was so nice to write. I am pretty satisfied for a joyous Travis x reader pregnancy story. This is sweet and tender with a little bit of sad. #the quarry #travis hackett x reader #pregnancy #sweet #tender #romantic #sad #happy ending #cussing warning

She couldn’t believe her eyes. She had grabbed a few tests from the store with the groceries to see if what she was feeling was just illness or if it was something more. But the three tests on the sink spoke their truth. She was pregnant. She stifled a shout of joy and wildly glanced at the door. How was she going to tell him? Would she sit him down and act all serious to reveal the joyous truth? Or would she plan a long day with hints sprinkled throughout until they had dessert and he’d hopefully get it? Should she hide the test somewhere he would find? Leaving the bathroom and down the hall she saw him. Instantly her face broke out into a smile and her hands shook. He noticed.

“What’s got you smiling so big?” He smirked.

“Travis…I’m pregnant!” She apparently went with the quick and straightforward.

He dropped the knife he was using to carve the chicken, “W-What?”

She could see his eyes get glassy and he made his way over to her. He looked at her and slid his trembling hands on her waist.

“Are you…are we?”

She nodded still smiling, with tears coming out. He took a shaky breath then kissed her. He held her and kissed her with such a passion that she thought he’d crush her to death.

Breaking the kiss he asked, “Are you alright? How do you feel? Come, you should sit!” He grabbed her hand to bring her over to the couch.

She laughed feeling so warm and fuzzy. Sitting her down, he sat alongside with both of his hands on her one. He looked at her with awe.

“Are you absolutely sure?”

She nodded, “Three tests, all came back positive.”

“Oh��oh my god.”

“You’re going to be a dad Travis.”

He laid back, his eyes were starry as he looked blankly ahead, “I’m finally going to be a father. And you! You’re the mother of my children, our children! Oh I love you so much.” He kissed her again.

She chuckled and held him to her as he did. She was so happy. Even though it was up to fate if they got pregnant, and it took two to do it, she felt as if she landed a huge success for him. She was carrying their unborn child, a gift she wanted to give him for so long. And she was so ready to give it.

“So, are you hungry? Can you eat? Oh god!” He looked at his hands, “Uncooked chicken could be fatal for you and the baby! I should’ve washed my hands…is that bird fully cooked.” He glanced over at the kitchen.

She grabbed his face to look at her, “Travis, baby, it’s alright. It’s only a problem if I eat raw chicken. It’s all ok. Take a breath, and just…drink it all in.”

He held her arms as her hands held his face, “I’m…so happy.”

“Me too love.”

The town found out in a chain reaction. The women were ecstatic and wanted to rally around her to support her as much as possible. It had been such a long time since they saw a new baby come into town. Travis had everyone share in his pride and happiness. They were extremely glad he was having a family and continuing his legacy. They knew he wanted this for so long and knew how much hell he had gone through.

As she grew with the baby, Travis was so careful with her. He made sure she did nothing except sit and relax and work. Even then he kept a close eye on her as she worked. She was getting a little smothered and let him know, but she couldn’t be angry. It tickled her to see him this way. Though her feelings of adoration began to subside when the mood swings crowded in. She couldn’t help but snap at him and feel annoyed. She hated it but her mind was everywhere.

“Let me pick that up for you darlin’.” Travis came over to help grab the glass she dropped on the floor.

“For god’s sake Travis I can do things myself! I don’t need to be coddled like a fucking child!”

He stopped and took his hand back, “I was just trying to help you. You’re doing so much and doing all the work for the baby. Let me help you where I can.”

She held onto the counter and began to cry. He came around behind her and held her to him.

“I’m sorry…I don’t mean anything that I say. Please just ignore everything coming out of my mouth for the next few months.”

“Sh, sh.” He kissed the side of her jaw, “It’s ok love. I understand. No need to apologize.”

She cried and he turned her to face him. She buried her face in his chest and he closed his eyes and buried his face in her hair. He hated not being able to do more for her. He wasn’t phased by her outbursts or swells of emotion. He knew it was just the process of growing their child. What he hated was how much she tore herself up after lashing out. He knew she didn’t mean it and all he wanted was for her to be at ease. Kissing her they went to lay down together. It was all going to be alright.

…

The women threw her a baby shower. It was a surprise that neither of them saw coming. Hearing a knock on the door one Sunday morning, Travis opened it to reveal the entire town’s worth of women standing out front. They bombarded them with food, gifts, and praise. She was sat in the middle of the attention and he stood off to the side adoring every minute.

He brimmed with joy and pride and even sorrow. He wished his family was here to see this. He wished he could share in the pride with his brothers and father. He wished he could rejoice with his mother that he too was providing for the family, his family. But what he lacked was made whole by her. She made it feel like he was never lonely, even though he worked in solitude most of the days. She brought the town together and gave him friends and acquaintances he never even thought were possible. He bowed his head to hide the falling tears.

“Are you alright Sheriff?” A wondering sweet old lady asked.

He lifted his head and nodded. He looked around the room, “Oh yeah I’m just…feeling very lucky.”

She patted his arm, “You really are! Being with such a lovely girl and having a new family on the way. We couldn’t think of someone who deserves it more!” Patting his arm one more time she went back and joined the throng of women.

He closed his eyes and stilled his heart. He didn’t deserve this, yet he was getting it. He felt that he was the last person to be given such a chance at happiness. He’s done horrible things. He’s been so stupid. But looking at her and catching a pure loving glance from her, he stopped his thinking. She made him feel worthy. And by god he will not prove her wrong.

The baby was coming early. They were confused though since she looked so huge. They didn’t really believe the doctor that they were still month away looking at how large her tummy was. They just thought she was having a really fat and happy child.

It was the middle of the night when she woke up suddenly. The bed was absolutely soaked. She shook Travis awake.

“The baby is coming!” A slight panic rose in her voice.

“Oh god! Ok let’s get you help.” He was instantly out of bed.

He ran around and helped her stand. She tried to walk but felt pain. She doubled over and moaned.

“What’s wrong!”

“Labor pangs are starting.”

“Oh, ok, you’re doing great love. Let’s go, come on.” He guided her towards the door and hopped into his patrol car. Turning on the lights they booked it over to the hospital.

She was in labor for around 12 hours. She braved the pain as much as she could and Travis was there by her side. As the baby came she felt she didn’t have the strength to do it. But with the encouragement of the entire hospital and her love, she persevered and pushed the baby out into the world.

It was a baby boy! She was so relieved and sighed happily. Travis’ face was in awe as he saw his son be carried off to get cleaned.

“Alright Mrs. Hackett are you ready for the second one?”

She snapped her head down, “What?”

“What do you mean by second?” Travis asked.

“You have twins!”

They shared a startled look with one another. Then a huge wave of pain crashed over her and she screamed as she began to push the other out. Travis took her brutal clawing and squeezing both his hands as she struggled with the second round. He was dazed. They were having two babies? There was no time to think, the head was crowning and she kept at it. He was in awe of her. This was something he will never understand and never know the true pain of. But he saw how elegantly she went through it and how hard it was for her. It broke his heart. He wanted to take away that pain and put it on himself, but he knew it was impossible. All he could do was take care of her and the babies as much as possible. He was more than ready for the task.

“And you have another boy!”

She laid her head back and shuddered, “We have two boys…” She cried.

He kissed her head, “You did wonderful. You brought in two beautiful boys to this world.”

She looked at him, “Are you worried?”

He gazed into her eyes. He looked deep and hard as he searched the endless pools of her irises. Without faltering he said, “Not one bit.”

They had cleaned off their babies and brought them over to them. She held their first and he held their second. They both had heads with slight patches of black hair. They were making adorable little sounds that they couldn’t resist gawking over.

“I can’t believe we’re parents now.” She said.

Tears came down his eyes, “I thought it was too late…but here we are. With two babies.”

“If you like, I was thinking on naming them Christopher and Robert.”

He snapped his head to look at her. His breath hitched, “R-Really?”

She nodded with a smile, “I’d say they’re quite fitting names for such strong, big boys.”

He looked at her with such an emotional look and kissed her, “I’d…they’d be honored.”

It was terrifying going home with two fresh newborns. Neither knew what to do but they soon found their rhythm. She was able to decipher their cries within seconds. Travis was working at it. She breast fed them which tired her out more than anything. He made up for it in tending to the babies in the night time. He made sure she got rest and didn’t over exert herself. He’d feel like a failure if she felt she was doing all the work.

She cherished the fact he was so hands on. She really relished how he would take over without her asking and make sure she got extra rest. She worried for his health though and made sure if he felt too weary, he’d give it a rest and let her take over. Though she was tired, she was so happy to provide and help with the kids. She was so happy to give him children. It tickled her seeing him hold them and talk softly to them. This stern, no nonsense, cop now reduced to mush at the sight of his sons. It made her cry and smile and laugh all at the same time.

Their sons were relatively well behaved. Having twins caused tons of mischief but it was in good fun and easily reversible behavior if needed. Travis had to make sure he unlearned every toxic trait he inherited from his parents. He had to take many steps back when his anger would flair or his patience would thin. But the hand on his shoulder and the look of understanding would silence him and he’d let her take over. She was an amazing mother in his eyes. She was always gentle and kind with the boys and she never taught through fear. When she needed to bring the hammer down she did it with words and consequences, never with fists.

The town women were always eager to help babysit too which was a godsend. Having such a support group and such a small town to protect their children was something they valued with all their hearts. The boys grew to be health and happy. Their bond with each other was strong and Travis made sure to express the importance of family. The importance without losing oneself to the cause. She made sure to keep in check any wayward thought or wisdom his teaching in family would bring up and he appreciated the outside opinion.

They had a happy and successful family. Travis couldn’t ask for anything better. He looked to the sky and smiled. He knew his family, at least his brothers, were smiling down at him and his sons. He would carry on the Hackett family. With her, his love. He would make sure to take care of them and not fail them. And he’d allow her to take the load off him. It was a bright life that neither could’ve ever asked for.

#the quarry x you #the quarry x reader #the quarry fanfic #the quarry travis #sheriff hackett #travis hackett #travis hackett x reader #romance #soft travis #tender #pregnant #pregnancy #love #sweet #sad #happy ending #cussing warning

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