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rainy season! 🌦️
#acnh#animal crossing new horizons#yeah i’m back on my bullshit i’m experiencing ts4 burnout 💥💥💥#no comment about my unfinished train station but look THE DUCK!!!#ricky was at the campsite btw#i’m gonna go fuck around at some treasure islands#these screenshots look crazy bad and if you say anything about it i will kill you
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the reason (ii)
Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley (Call of Duty) x Reader
Type: Fluff, smut (minors dni)
Summary: You’re the reason why Ghost wakes up in the morning, and you’re why he lets himself dream at night. (a part 2 to the right thing to do)
Word Count: 5.5k
Warnings: use of female body descriptions, explicit language, masturbation, needles/stitches, forced proximity, pining
A/N: hiii, so yes, this is a part two to ‘the right thing to do’ (yayyy). i’m not gonna lie, this chapter was going to be longer, but i decided to cut it so that 1. you guys can get more ghost content faster and 2. you don’t have to read 20k words. as always, likes/reblogs and comments are always appreciated, hope you enjoy :)
Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Part 3
In Ghost’s life, moments of domesticity were rare. Between his turbulent childhood, his initial years during and after the military, and the crippling paranoia being in special forces came with, Ghost could count all the times he had felt that comforting sense of peacefulness; of safety; of not worrying about who was waiting to kill him or who was going to hurt the people he loved; that feeling; that soft, warm, light feeling; he could count all the times he felt it on one hand.
The first time had been when he was a kid — maybe six, maybe seven. Or maybe he was younger, he didn’t know. Everything from back then was blurry. He remembered feeling safe because his brother and his father were gone, and it was just him and his mom. He didn’t know why they were gone, just that they wouldn’t be back until the end of the week. He remembered sitting in front of the fireplace with his mom, eating takeout and listening carefully as she read him a story: Treasure Island. When the book was finished, he remembered dragging his mom to the backyard and begging her to play Long John Silver while he, Jim Hawkins of course, challenged her to a pirate duel.
The second time had been at his nephew’s first birthday. It had been a small party, his brother and his wife, his mother, and him. He had been on leave for a while at that point, tending to family issues but by then, everything was fine. His sister-in-law had tucked his nephew into bed, and the rest of them were sitting outside around a fire drinking cheap beer and reminiscing over the past. He could still remember that warm feeling in his chest, a combination of alcohol and happiness.
And the last time he could remember, the third and final time, was now. It was here, with you by his side and the snow falling around him. It was the warmth of your body against his; the way you fit against him perfectly, like he was made only for you; it was the way you smelled, the way the fragrance of his cheap soap, the one you had made fun of just hours before, mingled and danced with that familiar, smokey smell of guns and bullets; the way you made him feel, light and airy and safe, as if you and him were alone together in a tiny pocket of space where nobody could reach you.
You made him feel safe. You made him feel sleepy. It was odd, because Ghost had never been a stranger to staying awake before. As a child, he spent his fair share of nights hiding under blankets with a book and a flashlight, staying up the entire night reading so he wouldn’t have to deal with the nightmares that plagued his sleep. And if anything, the military had only worsened his sleeping habits. He had gone days — one time a week — without sleep while on the battlefield. He knew how to shake off the tight grip of exhaustion, how to spit in its face and tell it to fuck off so he could keep doing his job. He had done it time and time again in the past, but for some reason in this moment, his ability to do so was escaping him.
It was something about you — it was everything about you — that made it hard for him to stay up. The way he unconsciously synced up his breaths with your steady, even ones; the way the warmth of your body pressed against him rolled off of you in waves, encouraging him to just give in; the way you somehow made him feel so relaxed and peaceful and content, as if you were a long-term mission he had finally accomplished; everything about you made his eyelids droop and his mind hazy.
And it killed him to have to wake you up, to have to be the one to disturb your rest when you looked so happy and satisfied sleeping. But what choice did he have? He couldn’t risk falling asleep when he was supposed to be protecting you. He would be letting you down, and he knew that disappointing you — or worse, getting you killed — would hurt far more than waking you up. So with a heavy heart and a stiff shoulder, he carefully nudged you until you woke up.
You opened your eyes slowly, peeling yourself off of him as you looked around, trying to remember where you were. He watched you bring a hand to your mouth as you let out a yawn, your eyes squinting shut as tears welled up under them. “My turn?” you asked, your voice slightly scratchy.
Ghost swallowed, your voice was definitely doing something to him. “I don’t know,” he said, “you think you’re awake enough to do it?”
You huffed, “Do I even have a choice?”
“Not really.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you said, letting out a sigh as you cracked your neck. “Give me a second though.” He nodded, watching as you rubbed your hands in front of you, before slapping yourself on the cheeks lightly. “You gonna sleep in here or outside?” you asked, sniffling a little.
He wanted to stay outside with you, but the cold was starting to get to him and he could already feel his back starting to get stiff. “Inside. But I’m showering first,” he said, picking up his bag as he moved to stand up, “and I’m getting your gun. You think I’m gonna let you keep watch unarmed?”
“Don’t bother,” you told him, shaking out your legs as you stood up, “I’ll get it myself.” You followed him into the house, and he could hear you rustling around behind him as he walked into the bathroom. He had forgotten how small the bathroom was, or maybe he was just large. He barely fit between the sink and the door, causing him to have to shuffle awkwardly just to put his bag down.
He let out a sigh as he stared at himself in the mirror, running his hand down his face. Looking in the mirror was always weird for him. In one way, he could look at himself and register that that was Ghost, that was who Ghost was, who he looked like. But Ghost wasn’t the same as Simon, and the face staring back at him? That wasn’t Simon either. He knew Price considered the man under the mask to be Simon, that the mask was what ‘made’ Ghost. But if he was being truthful, he wasn’t really sure if he knew who Simon actually was, if Simon was even still a part of him after all these years, bright-eyed but scared and hidden under the surface.
He looked away, peeling the mask off of his face. He stared at it for a moment before folding it neatly and placing it on the sink. He started taking off the rest of his gear too, his vest, his boots, his belts, the various pockets and holsters he kept clipped to his thighs and the accompanying firearms. He turned on the shower, the pressure was dismal and the water ice cold, before unzipping his jacket, peeling off his undershirt, and stepping out of his pants and boxers.
The water had barely warmed up by the time he got in, sending a shiver down his spine. To make matters worse, the showerhead was much shorter than him, reaching only up to the base of his chin. He winced as a sharp sting of pain shot through him when he tried to crane his neck downwards. He tried reaching for the back of his neck, but the shower was small and maneuvering around was difficult.
His thoughts trailed over to you again. For some reason, it was weird to think that you had been in this same shower just a few hours before. What had you been thinking about then? Had you been thinking about him? Or had you been thinking about the others? If you were thinking about him, what were the specifics? Did you like him or hate him? Want him or not want him? And if you did want him, how did you want him? Did you just want him as a friend or as a trophy? Did you actually want to know him, to be there for him, or was he just an accomplishment for you to boast about, a way to prove you were able to conquer the elusive Ghost?
And what if you wanted him as more than a friend? What if you wanted him the same way he wanted you? With him towering over you, his fingers working miracles inside your wet cunt or with you pressed against him as he thrust into you over and over and over again. Maybe you wanted him to push you down flat against a table and whisper dirty things into your ear as he pulled you back on his cock, or maybe you wanted to push him down on a bed and ride him until your legs gave out and he had to take over for you.
Shit, he thought as his cock began to twitch, but he couldn’t stop himself. His mind kept coming up with new images, new scenarios that only stoked the fire growing in his core. You on your knees, your lips swollen and red and wrapped oh so tightly around him; you sitting on his face, your thighs clenching around his head and your hands gripping on for dear life as you came into his mouth; you tied up to a bed while he held a vibrator to your clit as you whined and wiggled and begged as orgasm after orgasm racked your body.
Fuck. This wasn’t right for him to be thinking of you like this. He was your boss for fuck’s sake, your coworker, your teammate. It wasn’t fair to you for him to be thinking of you this way, not when you were just a few yards away. But god damn it, he couldn’t remember the last time he had been this hard, so hard it was on the verge of hurting and it would be so easy to just get rid of his stupid erection, all he needed was a few minutes. That was all it would take, and besides, what you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you, right? He stifled a groan, using one hand to ease himself onto a wall as the other finally wrapped around his cock.
He shuddered at the touch, staying still for a moment before he started moving his hand. It had been a considerable time since he had touched himself; so long, in fact, that he really couldn’t remember the last time he had. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall, trying to imagine it was your hand wrapped around him instead of his. He knew how it would feel too. Somehow, despite all your time in the military, your hands were still butter smooth and pillow soft.
He let his mind continue to fill with dirty thoughts of you as his hand stroked his shaft, letting his head fall back against the wall. He swallowed down a groan as he brushed his thumb over his tip, spreading his precum along his erection. He tried to pretend it was your smooth hand rubbing along his dick instead of his own rough one, letting his mouth hang open as his hand slid along his cock at a steady pace.
He threw his head back against the wall, letting the pleasure wash over him in waves as the fire in the pit of his stomach grew. He could feel his breaths shallow as his hand moved faster along his cock. He snaked another hand down to cup his balls, shuddering at the touch, while his other hand moved to focus on the head of his penis. It wasn’t long until he could feel his balls start to tighten and his cock start to throb. He closed his eyes as he let the pleasure dictate his movements. He focused his attention to his tip, stifling a moan as he finally came onto the tiled wall. He tried to ride out the high for as long as he could, shutting his eyes as he felt his cock start to soften.
He opened his eyes, watching as his cum began to drip down the tile. Shit. Had he really just done that? He could feel the shame bubbling up on his stomach already. God, he was your boss, you trusted him, and he took that trust and spat in its face. He rubbed one of his hands down his face, leaning the other against the shower wall as he considered the weight of what he had just done. He had violated you, and for what? A few seconds of relief? Cupping his hands, he gathered up the cold shower water and splashed it against his face, his eyes falling to stare at the cum-stained wall, a glaring reminder of his wrongdoings.
“Fucking idiot,” he muttered to himself as he washed it off, desperate to get rid of the sight of it. He took one last look at the area, forever tainted by the knowledge of what he did, before reaching for the soap. He felt dirty, dirtier than before, and suddenly he was desperate to clean himself.
Letting out a sigh of frustration, he turned his attention to the rest of his body, grabbing the soap you had left behind and lathering it up in his hands. Washing his body was awkward in the small space, but not completely impossible. He tried bending down again, and this time he was relatively successful. It was painful, considering he probably had a nasty cut on his back and he was essentially hunched over at a forty-five degree angle, but he was able to get his hair wet enough to wash it which was all that mattered.
He finished up his shower, wrapping the towel around his waist as he shook his hair dry. The cabin was much colder without his clothes to keep him warm, but that was the least of his problems. Gracelessly, he turned to examine his back in the mirror, pursing his lips as he saw the nasty scratch just below the base of his neck. He wasn’t surprised at its presence, after all he had felt a bullet graze past him while they were being shot at, but he didn’t realize the extent of the damage. He had assumed it was just a small injury, a minor scratch he could sleep off, but the wound in the mirror was longer than he thought.
He sighed as he reached for his first aid pack, pulling the suture kit out. He turned to the mirror again, trying to get a better look at the scratch. He turned his attention back to the kit, squinting hard as he tried to get a good grip on the needle. Once he was finally able to, he stood up to look in the mirror again, trying to twist around to get a good angle, but it was no use. Ghost threw the needle down onto the sink, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. He knew he should have asked you for help, but he knew the stitches would take a while and he just wanted to sleep.
He put his cargo pants and undershirt back on, ignoring the sting from his back as he grabbed his equipment before tugging on his balaclava once more and exiting the bathroom. The cabin seemed emptier without your presence filling it up with thick tension. He tried to take a deep breath but was interrupted by the stinging pain from his back. He exhaled, clenching his jaw as he bent over to grab his bedroll from his pack.
The sound of creaking behind him caused his head to shoot up, his hand curling around the handle of a small pocket knife he kept in his bag. He swiveled around to see you, your hands in the air with one of them clenched around your blanket. “Woah there, Ghost,” you said jokingly, “I come in peace. You alright?”
He relaxed a little, before remembering what he had done in the shower and stiffening again. “‘M fine. What are you doing here?” he asked, wondering if you had somehow heard him.
You lifted your blanket, “Figured I’d give this to you, that way you can sleep on the bed instead of the floor.”
He eyed you warily, before reaching it out and grabbing it from your hands. “You sure you don’t need it?”
You nodded, your eyes wide and encouraging as you watched him ball it up in his hands. He gave you one last look before turning around to the bedroom, content to call it a day when he heard you gasp. He looked around to see you, one hand over your mouth and the other pointing at him.
“Something wrong?” he asked, his stomach dropping with worry. Did he somehow leave something behind that exposed what he had done in the shower? Fuck. He never would have forgiven himself if this ruined your relationship. He would have to leave the task force, that was for sure, he wouldn’t be able to see you without knowing what he had done, what he had messed up, what could have been.
You stared at him like he was crazy. “Ghost,” you said, your voice laced with disbelief and something else, concern? “Your shirt… There’s blood on it.”
He groaned, partially in annoyance and partially out of relief. Of course his cut started bleeding now. “Oh, that?” he said, feigning ignorance, “it’s nothing, just got clipped back in the forest. It’ll be fine.”
You stared at him, your mouth gaping open. “That is not fine,” you said, “do you see how much blood there is? That needs stitches. Get over here, I’ll sew you up.”
“It’s—”
“No excuses,” you said sternly, silencing the words in his throat. “Sit,” you insisted, pulling a chair from the table.
He sighed, rolling his eyes, but he sat down in the chair nonetheless. “Off,” you said, moving behind him and tugging at his now bloody shirt.
He stilled, his heart skipping a beat. He knew you were just saying it to get access to his wound, but still, it wasn’t like he had ever actually undressed in front of you. “You know, if you wanted to see me shirtless, you could’ve just asked. No need for all this ‘stitches’ business,” he said, trying to hide how nervous he was.
“Ha ha,” you said sarcastically, and he could practically hear you rolling your eyes from behind him. Was that a good sign? Was that a bad sign? He couldn’t tell.
“Just saying,” he said, before lifting the shirt off his body, being careful to not lift his mask in the process. He could hear you suck in a breath as your eyes scanned over his back. He suddenly felt incredibly self conscious as you stared at him; he knew his body was far from perfect. His back alone was littered with scars from wartime, knife scratches and stabs, scrapes and bruises, bullet scars. He knew it was perfectly normal for the military, an occupational hazard, but he couldn’t help but worry you would be disgusted by the sight.
You didn’t say anything though, just groaned quietly as you crouched down — to rifle through your bag, he assumed. “I’ve already got an opened suture kit in my bag,” he said, listening to you stop your searching.
“Oh, so you knew it needed stitches earlier and you still let it sit?” you asked, the disapproval clear in your voice.
He sighed, “Now who’s sounding like Price?”
“Yeah, well, Price is right,” you said, echoing Ghost’s words. “See what happens when you don’t apply stitches? Now I gotta clean up all this blood.”
“All this blood?” he asked, his head tilting towards you slightly, “is there that much?”
You clicked your tongue, and he could feel you eyeing him, “I guess not,” you said after a while, “but your shirt smeared it around a lot. Your back could probably give Carrie a run for her money.”
“Carrie?”
You hummed, the sound of you moving towards the kitchen sink filling the quiet room. “Have you never heard of Carrie?” you asked, turning on the tap.
“Is that the one with the uh, with the girl?”
“The one with the girl?” you called back over your shoulder, “real descriptive there Ghost.”
He scoffed, “Just hurry up and get these stitches done before I fall asleep.”
“Just hurry up and get these stitches done before I fall asleep,” you repeated in a shrill falsetto, mocking him. He turned to watch you as you returned from the sink, a damp cloth in hand and a small smile on your face. “No squirming, the water’s cold.”
He took in a breath when he felt you sliding the cold cloth against the plane of his back, suppressing a shudder when you swiped the fabric over the cut. He stayed still as you continued wiping down his back, listening to your quiet breaths instead.
He tried to ignore the awkwardness that settled in between the two of you. Or maybe there was no awkwardness and it was just a figment of his imagination, because you seemed completely unbothered by the silence. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or bad thing, that you were so calm even though your fingers were ghosting over his back. He wondered if you could tell how nervous you were making him, how you were making his cheeks heat up under the mask every time your breath tickled his neck, how his muscles tensed up every time your fingers brushed against his skin, how his heart pounded in his chest with every little sigh or concerned click of your tongue. In a weird way, he was thankful for the blood smeared on his back, considering it allowed him a valid excuse if you asked why his skin was turning red.
He felt you lift the cloth off of his back and walk back over to the sink. Your soft hands wringing out reddened water from the fabric as you ran it under the tap. You returned to your spot behind him again, continuing the task of wiping off his bloodied back. You started to hum quietly as you worked, setting off another swarm of butterflies in Ghost’s stomach. He couldn’t tell what you were humming, it could’ve been a song or it could’ve been a random melody you made up. Either way, he enjoyed it just the same, listening closely to every note.
After a while, he felt you take a step back and stare at him for a second, before returning to the sink and discarding the cloth inside it. “Get the kit out,” you said, your back turned to him as you washed your hands. He complied, stifling a groan as he bent over to pull the kit out from his pack. He fiddled with it as he watched you walk back to him, noticing the way your eyes lingered on his chest for a split second before extending it out to you.
“Alrighty, I don’t think I need to tell you this is gonna sting,” you said as you set up your materials. It was silent for a moment, before he felt you put one of your hands against his back for leverage. He tensed up at the touch of your cold hand against his skin, and you pulled your hand away. “Sorry,” you said, sucking in a breath.
“It’s nothing,” he said quickly, “just didn’t expect it.”
You hummed, “So this is okay?” you asked, putting your hand on his back again.
He nodded, stifling a wince as he felt the needle pierce his skin. Once again, you were humming as you worked. For some reason, the entire scene felt oddly domestic: you humming as you patched him up, with a storm raging outside. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine the two of you were in his flat in Manchester.
He had never really given much thought as to what domestic life with you would look like. He had never allowed himself to, after all, what was the point of entertaining a dream that would never become a reality? But now he needed something to take his mind off the painful pricks of the needle, and you had already proved yourself to be a worthy distraction.
He tried to imagine what it would be like to actually live with you, to have someone to do laundry with, to do dishes with, to wake up with, someone to come home to. He had a feeling you would never approve of the way he lived currently. It had been a while since he had been in his flat, but he could still remember how he left it. Light gray walls as bare as when he got them, his closet filled only with empty hangers, his kitchen cabinets empty save for a few pots and pans, and one lonely set of dishware. His bed wasn’t any better, he didn’t even have a bed frame. Just a mattress pushed against one wall, one white pillow at the head and a neatly folded white blanket at the foot.
But if you moved in, everything would change. He could line the walls with photos of the two of you, fill his closet with your clothes. His dishware wouldn’t be lonely because he’d have to get another set for you, and he wouldn’t mind spending the entire day shopping for a bed frame as long as it was with you. He wanted to wake up with you, to be able to roll over and bury his face in your chest; he wanted to come home and wrap you in his arms after a long day, or to feel you sidle up behind him as he prepared breakfast.
The more he thought of a life with you, the more awkward he felt with you behind him. You were so ignorant of everything he thought, you didn’t know how badly he wanted you, how he would kill anyone for a chance with you. In your mind, he was nothing more than a coworker, someone you only talked to at work, but in his mind, you were his entire world. When he let his mind run wild, you took up every thought, every whim, every idea. You were tattooed on his mind in technicolor; everything was laced with your presence, your being.
“Alright,” you chirped, clapping your hands together. “Stitches are all done. I can’t believe how well you took that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean that even Price at least winces whenever he gets stitched up. No offense, Ghost, but sometimes I seriously question your humanity.”
“What, you think I’m a robot?”
You snorted, “It wouldn’t surprise me, especially with that mask. It really sells the impression that you’re a cold, heartless, killer.”
“Yeah well, can’t let the enemy know I’ve got a heart, can I? That’s a sure recipe for disaster.”
“Oh so you do have a heart?” you asked, turning to face him.
“Last I checked.”
“And I’m just supposed to take your word for it?”
“What, you want proof?”
You shrugged, “Can’t hurt.”
Ghost stared at you for a moment, his mind racing a thousand miles a minute. He didn’t know what possessed him when his hand reached out for yours; it was as if he no longer had control of his body and he was just a spectator being forced to watch as his body moved on its own. His hand grabbed yours, and he watched as you stilled, but didn’t pull away. He pulled your hand to his chest, letting it settle above his heart.
Ghost tried his best to keep his breaths steady and his heart from hammering in his chest, but between the warmth of your hand against his cold skin and your wide eyes which were trained on his, he had a feeling his heart might have skipped a few beats. It was silent for a moment before you spoke.
“I guess I was wrong,” you whispered, your eyes flickering down to sneak another glance at his chest.
“I guess so,” he said in response, his eyes dipping down to stare at your lips. They were reddish-pink and slightly chapped from the cold weather; Ghost wanted to kiss them. Slowly, he looked back up at you, meeting your gaze. You seemed awfully nervous all of a sudden; a stark contrast to your usually confident and relaxed nature. He wondered if he was making you nervous, and if it was a good nervous or a bad nervous.
He didn’t want you to be nervous that he would hurt you; he would never hurt you. Doing so would be like stabbing himself in the heart, he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t look at your tear-filled eyes and know that he was responsible. He wanted you to be nervous that he had caught you staring, that he knew you liked him. Of course, Ghost didn’t know anything at the moment. Once he realized how distracting you were to him, he made himself stop trying to read you, that way he wouldn’t have to worry about even more things.
“Oh shit,” you said, breaking the silence, “you said you were tired right? You should probably go to sleep, I don’t want to keep you up.”
Ghost was slightly disappointed as you pulled your hand away, but the way it lingered for just a second too long — as if you wanted to go back for another touch — didn’t slip by him. “Of course,” he said, rising from his seat, “we’ve got a long day tomorrow. We need to find the others and secure exfil. I don’t think we’re gonna be taking on Zhelyazkov any time soon after this.”
You nodded, your lips pressed into a line as you watched him grab his hoodie from his bag and slip it on. “Wake me up when you get tired,” he said, turning towards the bedroom.
“Yes, sir,” you said.
The soft cushion of the bed was a warm welcome compared to the hard wood of the chair, although this time he didn’t have the warmth of your hands to keep him company. He set his stuff down next to his bed, letting out a groan as he lay down. It felt like ages had passed since they first arrived at Zhelyazkov’s base and he started shooting at them. Ghost let his eyes fall shut as exhaustion began to kick in, his mind too tired to think. Sleep came to him quickly once his head hit the pillow. His eyelids became too heavy to open and he could feel his body sinking into the mattress.
Ghost wasn’t typically a dreamer, and yet that night, he dreamt of you. There wasn’t much meaning or direction to his dreams, just images and flashes of you, brief pockets of peacefulness or lust. He dreamt of waking you up in the morning with breakfast in bed, savoring the way you smiled up at him, your sleep-filled eyes crinkling at the corners. He dreamt of holding you against the wall, one leg wrapped over his shoulder as he ate you out, drinking in the way you cried out his name. He dreamt of walking along the street with you, one hand wrapped tightly around your waist as he admired the way you looked up at him with loving eyes. He dreamt of thrusting into you on a fur rug in front of a fireplace, delighting in the way your nails scratched down his back.
For too long, you had been nothing more than a distraction to Ghost. It was all he allowed himself to categorize you as, a mere inconvenience in his job. It was all he allowed himself to categorize you as, because the truth? The truth was that you were so much more.
You weren’t just the reason Ghost forgot to triple check his intel; you were the reason he looked forward to early morning meetings with the team. You weren’t just the reason Ghost had gotten sloppy at covering his tracks; you were the reason his heart fluttered whenever you were nearby. You were the reason his chest skipped a beat whenever you brushed up against him, you made his cheeks heat up whenever you pretended to flirt. You were the reason he flared up with jealousy whenever you talked to Soap instead of him. You were the reason for his bad mood when he didn’t see you at breakfast. You were the reason he felt safe; you were the reason he lowered his guard. You were the reason he made himself get up in the morning. You were the reason he let himself dream at night.
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ok how are we feeling?
OK LET’S GET INTO THIS. 🧨
I’M READY (MAYBE).
my heart is so full. i am satisfied. i am overwhelmed with feels but in a good way. and i’m sucked right back into the boat show. i love remembering why i love these characters and their story and their relationships. i watch the show mostly for jj tbh, and boy was he carrying this season.
of course i had minor disappointments, that’s kind of a given. like most ppl i was not a fan of the big john x john b storyline. it was boring and frustrating to watch them. way too much screen time given to that which could’ve explored other things…i thought this season they’d really give us some answers to big questions (kie’s kook year? jj and sarah’s moms? how did the pogues even meet?) but alas. can’t have everything.
here’s some of what i DID get:
JIARA. do i have to elaborate on how fucking amazing they were? how they were the most precious and also badass duo ever? how their slow burn was perfectly executed? the way they were so damn protective of each other? kie helping jj understand that he’s loved and cared for? jj going absolutely ballistic whenever he thinks kie is in danger? the angst? the way he admits that he thinks he’s just a loser and she can do better than him? the way she understands that he’s sensitive and doesn’t let people close easily? the way pope gives his (semi) blessing? the way john b teases him? the absolute fucking heart eyes they carry the whole season? because they’re the two most endearing characters of all time? this season was about a treasure hunt and they were each others treasure and they fucking found it and i am so damn emo.
CAMBANK SIBLING ENGERY. i’ve been craving more jj x sarah interaction and i finally got it. the way sarah was searching for jj to stay with because both of them have no where else to go (as john b is off with his idiot father)? the way she calls him jayj like the others now? the way she was so freaking worried about him getting hurt? making topper turn the whole truck around to help jj?the way she angrily pushed and then hugged him so tight when they found him alive? john b and sarah sometimes feel like the parents of the group and sarah really stepped up when he was gone. she’s so much more than john b’s gf, she really made the group feel like the family jj needs.
JJ x JOHN B going on their little adventure together was one of my favourite things. i adore watching them together. the way jj was waiting for john b at the chateau? john b confiding in him because that’s his best friend in the world and they need each other? the heads on each others shoulders and “we’re gonna figure this out”? the typical funny crazy moronic stupidity from these two (pls someone gif them crawling under the table or jb catching jj eating from that guys fridge)? the badass fight scenes they have together? not to mention jj’s reaction when they had to leave john b on the island??? “we’re not splitting up again” “we’re not leaving him” kill me now? their little scuffle / wrestling that was really pathetic because they’d never seriously hurt each other? jj going to the ends of the world for him? yeah.
CLEO. she was everything. carlacia killed it. she was exactly what the group needed, especially pope. they pulled off their relationship so well. also her and jj being a badass duo and holding knives to peoples throats together? yeah that’s the energy i needed this season.
The pure SATISFACTION of watching kie deceive rafe and push his whiny ass into the water. ward getting killed. big john getting killed (sorry). it was all very satisfying to watch. as much as they made topper slightly likeable this season, it was also nice to watch him lose after his psycho ass burned down the chateau.
JJ MAYBANK. hello!?? did y’all see this man? because i have never felt this straight before. the outfits (red tank top hello????). the smirks. the body. the water scenes. the everything. this man could do absolutely anything to me. he could run me over with a truck and i would thank him. john b in ep10 also made my lady parts tingle. but jj truly did not give me a break. he could’ve just stood there for 10 hours it would still be great.
THE FOUND FAMILY. my babies. they love each other so much and this season did a great job showing it. i would’ve liked to see more, but what we did get was nice. all the poguelandia scenes. the way jj just wanted to stay there and provide for his family? the angst when they return and jj realises the others all have their own families to go to? the flashbacks to jj being close to john b and his dad? him play fighting with big john who is like his own second dad? jj ready to have dinner with the heywards (him and cleo’s adoptive parents basically)? i’m so emo.
overall i feel like this season was just a lot darker and more serious / mature than the ones before. where S2 was kind of an exciting mess of random, funny, weird craziness and stupid decisions, S3 felt way more grounded and realistic but at the same time a lot more sincere. i loved watching the new dynamics and see cleo complete the group. madison and rudy killed it. it was amazing and i cannot wait to rewatch it (and reblog all the amazing gifs and content).
#tldr: i loved it#i tried my best to condense all major thoughts in one post lmao#but god there is so much to talk about#ask#obx3#obx spoilers#jiara#jj maybank#pope heyward#kiara carrera#john b#cleo#obx
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Hello hello! Can you do a teen!reader G/T trope where they see the anicents as a parental figure wants to help/be like them?
Honestly who doesn't want to be like them?
But aright, let's go with a lost human teen that got somewhat "adopted" by the ancients.
Pure Vanilla Cookie : He did everything he could to make the human feel at home. The human has their own tent with a bed right next to the kingdom, and Pure Vanilla Cookie even lowered the floating island of his castle so he can speak to the human right from his window. When the human said that they wanted to be just like him, Pure Vanilla Cookie was beyond flattered. He's very, very eager to share his knowledge with a human, and he will 100% become a dedicated teacher. I have no idea if a human can do the same magic as cookies, but no matter, he'll still teach everything he knows anyway.
Hollyberry Cookie : She also would make a tent for the human right by the castle. When the human says they'd want to be like her, she's like "Daww, okay!" and makes sure to get the human involved in as many parties as possible. She wants the human to become confident around cookies (i mean, confident in general, but let's start with cookies) and help the human become comfortable in social situations. Good thing her attitude is super comforting! She's good at making people feel at ease. She'll probably encourage the human to go on adventures, too! Either with her or with Princess Cookie and Knight Cookie. Basically, she wants the human to make lots of good friends, while also teaching the human valuable lessons about confidence.
Dark Cacao Cookie : Ooh now that's a heavy one. He doesn't want to make the same mistakes he made with Dark Choco Cookie... Once he find out the human sees him as family and looks up to him, he'll probably feel scared about the responsibility. What if he messes up again and the human becomes even more dangerous than Dark Choco Cookie? No... He has to do better. He'll try to communicate better with the human, and teach them, not only about honor and the values of a warrior, but also teach them about the importance of family. He'll try to have some kind of tent built for the human, but... a kingdom with so little resources can only do so much... It's okay though, he'll personally teach the human how to make a fire to keep them warm through the land's shitty weather. Too bad he can’t teach sword fighting to the human because the human is too big to duel.
Golden Cheese Cookie : Listen, I personally don't think it's possible. From the only things we know about this character, she seems kinda narcissistic and selfish. But I know a lot of people love her so I'll make an attempt. If she ends up treasuring the human, this ancient could probably have a fucking temple built for the human. Maybe in this scenario, she's like "Yes, I’m gonna make this human the greatest treasure of my kingdom.” She’ll teach the human how to behave like true royalty (more like a deity, even). She’ll decorate the human in gold, and by gold we mean cheese (you don’t wanna wear cheese? too bad for you), and share most of her delicacies and privileges with the human.
White Lily Cookie : Weird one. She doesn’t have a kingdom, or much of anything. I guess her and her adopted human would travel and wander the world together, forever in search of knowledge and meaning... She’s happy she’s less alone now, though.
Dark Enchantress Cookie : Haha no you’re dead. Unless we’re talking about a super edgy teenager who’s willing to kill other humans, she will kill.
#cookie run g/t#pure vanilla cookie#hollyberry cookie#dark cacao cookie#golden cheese cookie#white lily cookie#dark enchantress cookie
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you know what? fuck it. i’m gonna talk about this game because i love it and i want other people to give it a chance and hey maybe if other people give it a chance i will no longer have accidentally contributed quite literally thirty percent of the fandom’s fanfiction lmao
kingdoms of amalur is what dragon age inquisition wishes it was. there. i said it. it’s out there in the world, now, and you can fight me about it
here we go, friends:
everything that DAI does well? amalur does it better, with the sole exception of romance, because amalur is not about romance unless u count alyn shir whomst i love so much but honestly u cannot date her the way she DESERVES to be dated WHATEVER
but the thing is that amalur does not HAVE to be about romance. amalur is about hitting monsters very hard with a wildly fantastic array of weapons. amalur is about fate and choice and also, again, absolutely shredding shit into pieces. amalur is about treasure hunting and wars and sticking your nose into everyone else’s business in a way that i have only ever seen one (1) champion of kirkwall pull off in a way that works.
amalur has the best fucking take on Truly Weird Immortals that i’ve ever seen
like, listen, i cannot talk enough about how ABSOLUTELY BONKERS the fae are in this game. these writers REALLY LEANED IN to what a culture of creepy nature fuckers who do not die so much as regenerate would look like. interacting with the fae is fucking UNCOMFORTABLE in a lot of instances, because of how ABSOLUTELY GODDAMN ALIEN they are. amalur’s fae put literally every other immortal race in every other video i’ve ever played to fucking shame!!!!! i LOVE it!!!
yes, the human/elf NPC models can be a little weird-looking; they’re ugly in a way that real people are ugly, which i like, actually, but not everyone is like me. but honestly, it’s the backgrounds in this game that make it. it’s like walking through every single fairy dream you had as a child come to life. you want red-earth deserts? detyre. you want ancient forests with trees so wide they make you feel like an ant? dalentarth. you want a rotting jungle on the ocean? klurikon. you want greece? there’s DLC for that, and also a bunch of god-chosen stone giants who spout greek poetry. there’s a whole island of undead pirates. there’s the plains of erathell, which are still recovering from a magical fairy war a thousand years ago called the godstorm. there’s alabastra, cold and beautiful and burned to pieces, ripped to jagged parts by the people who ought to have loved it best. there is GRIEF, because this is a war-torn country where things used to be stunning. like, man, what i would not GIVE to see alabastra in its prime, just fucking LOOK at this shit:
and that doesn’t even begin to get into the fact that this game, playing as a woman, is.... gay. it’s gay, y’all!!! it’s so gay that i don’t always know how to handle it!!!
and like sure, that’s because it was definitely coded with a male-player-character in mind, but they just... never removed those lines, playing as a woman? so you wander around and you get hit on constantly, and given that i am personally gay as all hell, this delights me. but the inverse of this is that the one male character who DOES hit on you also hits on you as a dude. i love grim onwig, that’s all there is to it.
it’s a loneliner game, in some ways-- more like skyrim. you run around, you buy or are given houses, you die a bunch of times to the FUCKING ettins in ettinmere, god i hate those fucking ettins, two-headed giant blue bastards who definitely kill and eat you. they are so rude. you fall DEEPLY in love with adessa and wish you could play as a gnome; ysa is the most incredible city in the game, i’ve truly never seen anything like it.
and yeah, in some ways, it falls prey to exactly all of the problems early aughts’ RPG’s did. it can be repetitive, a lot of fetch-quests, a lot of “mother of god, THIS AGAIN”
and yet. AND YET.
i’ve poured four hundred hours into this game, and every single time i start a new play, i find quests and stories that i somehow managed to miss the other times i’ve played it. the NPCs all have very distinct personalities, which is a goddamn feat, given how many of them there are. pick any single character with speaking lines, and they’ll be distinct unto themselves. and i mean that-- even the random characters in taverns, every single shopkeep, anyone and everyone you speak to, all of them. they say things and you go “hold on what the FUCK”, even when there’s no quest behind them. the depth of worldbuilding that went into this game is INSANE; these writers really, really loved what they were creating, and that shines through in every single moment you play
please give it a chance. it’s really, really worth it. i leave you with the empty court of the winter king, because the first time i stepped into it, it felt like coming home.
#kingdoms of amalur#PLAY MY STUPID FAVOURITE VIDEO GAME AND COME TALK TO ME ABOUT IT#video game rec#an unedited word-vomit that's all this is#we're also not gonna go into the legal controversies surrounding BugHuge and 38 Studios#like that's irrelevant to what the game actually is#anyway#sara watches things
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cake ~ monkey d. luffy x reader
2,400 words | she/her reader
summary: blame the cake for getting caught up in this mess
a/n: happiest of birthdays to @heartsforteruhashi! this was such a fun and fluffy piece to write and i hope it brings happiness to your special day!
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Luffy could smell cake.
And when Luffy could smell something tasty and sweet, well, there was no stopping him.
He was a man on a mission running through town trying to find where the delectable scent was coming from, and he almost passed right by it too had the beauty of it had not caught his eye.
Three towers with delicate frosting covered in elegant piping. Even from across the street Luffy could tell there was a soft and spongy cake underneath it all.
And when he sunk his hand into it, he was right. The texture was fluffy between his fingers, filled with a rich taste when it hit his mouth.
He’d need Sanji to get the recipe.
“What the fuck are you doing!”
“Huh?” Luffy was pulled from his food induced trance when a shriek filled the air. He turns to the side to see you looking as mad as Nami that time he traded some treasure for those cream puffs, “Eating cake.” Luffy shoves another handful into his mouth, “Wanth sthome?”
You don’t even know how to react in this moment.
Here was a strange man, kind of cute you hate to admit, shoveling the cake you needed later this afternoon into his mouth and had the audacityto offer you a piece?
“Stop it!” You run up and swat at his hands, putting yourself between the two, “That’s not your cake!”
“Hey!” He complains, licking the frosting off his fingers, “What’s that about?”
“What’s that about!?” You scream in outrage, “That’s not your cake! What the hell is wrong with you!”
“It smelled good.” He shrugs, “Taste good too.” And if you didn’t see it, you wouldn’t believe it when he stretches his arm around you to take another chunk, “Shi shi shi! Sure you don’t want some?”
Your arms drop to your side, too overwhelmed and shocked at what’s happened. “I’m fucked.” You look at the cake, there was no way this could be fixed in time, “I’m so fucked.”
“What’s wrong?”
“What do you mean what’s wrong!” You spin around in a fury, “I needed that cake for tonight’s reservation, and you’ve ruined it! Oh god.” You bury your face in your hands, “I’m gonna get fired. I’m so fucking fired.”
“Wait, you needed that cake?”
You don’t even have the energy to be yell at this idiot. You might as well pack your things and go on to the next shit job you’ll need to pay for your shit apartment on this shit island.
“Don’t worry! Sanji can bake you a new one!” He grabs your hand and the cake with other, “C’mon!”
.
“You’re a pirate?”
“Sure am! Name’s Monkey D. Luffy and I’m gonna be King of the Pirates!”
“Right.” You say, a littler nervous realizing you’ve basically been kidnapped by a pirate and are now aboard his ship. Even if he didn’t seem too intimidating, you’re sure he probably has a fearsome crew.
“Sanji!” Luffy kicks in the door that leads to a more beautiful kitchen that you’ve even seen on land, “I need you to bake me something!”
“Luffy.” A new voice growls, “What did I say about making demands?”
“But this time’s serious!” He drops the half-eaten cake on the table, “Can you remake this for me?”
The man turns and sputters when he sees a mess of the smashed cake, “Where did you get this!”
“Her.” Luffy points at you over his shoulder and your first instinct is to hide.
Not that it’s necessary.
“Mademoiselle!” He cries, spinning in a circle before leaping to you, “Please forgive my rudeness, had I known there was a delicate flower on ship I would have been at your beck and call sooner.” He takes your hand and drops to one knee, “I am but a mere pirate chef, but for you I will serve as your white knight.”
“Uhmm.” You pull your hand back, “I-”
“Sanji!” Luffy whines, “She needs the cake.”
You nearly squeak when the chef does a one eighty, “Why didn’t you say so sooner!” He yells at Luffy with fire in his eyes before turning back to you, replacing the flames with hearts, “My dear, consider this cake I’m about to create a symbol of my love.”
And then he’s off, pulling out bowls and ingredients with lightning fast speed.
“Isn’t Sanji funny?” Luffy asks with a smile, shoving another handful of the cake into his mouth, “Hey, what’d you say your name was?”
“I didn’t really have time to introduce myself before you destroyed my cake and kidnapped me.”
A clatter of utensil fills the room, “You did what?”
“Shi shi shi! She’s kidding Sanji! Besides his cake will taste better than this one.”
You cross your arms with a cocked hip, “Then why are you still eating it?”
Before Luffy can answer a loud explosion reaches your ears as the boat rocks to the side. You feel your heart drop into your stomach and your worst fears are realized a moment later.
“Enemy attack!” A little voice screams as a raccoon dog (?) bursts into the kitchen, “Enemy attack!” He cries, eyes frantically searching the room until they land on you, “Ahh! The enemy is already here!”
“Cool!” Luffy shouts, “Let’s go, Chopper!” But he’s way ahead of Luffy after already sprinting out of the room.
“What was that?”
Sanji pauses at the door as he’s already on his way out, “Don’t worry mon cheri, no harm will come to you while I’m here!” And then the door is swinging shut as he joins the others on the deck.
You peek through the port hole window and see almost a dozen people running around, preparing the ship for a quick escape. In the corner you watch unbelievable as Luffy launches himself from the lion’s head out to sea, hopefully to another ship you think.
Well. If you weren’t fired before, you for sure going to be fired now.
.
“Everyone okay?” Nami asks after they’re a good distance away from the island the band of bounty hunters that had tried to blockade them.
There are nods of agreement, a few more energetic than others, and one loud cry of hunger.
“Fighting takes a lot outta me!” Luffy rubs his shoulder, “Sanji, when’s dinner gonna be ready?”
Sanji lights the cigarette between his lips, “Isn’t there something you’re forgetting in the kitchen?”
Luffy cocks his head and scratches at his hair, “Uhhh, can you gimme a hint?”
The crew watches as Sanji exhales a breath of smoke and rolls his eyes, “You picked them up this morning.”
“Oh yeah!” Luffy’s grin stretches across his face, “The cake!”
Sanji’s sends a swift kick to Luffy’s gut, “Not the cake, you idiot!”
Before Sanji can continue, the door to the kitchen creaks opens and everyone looks in shock when storm out, grabbing Luffy by his shirt, “Did you forget about me already!”
“It’s the enemy from before!” Chopper screams, poorly hiding behind Zoro.
“She’s not an enemy, she’s my new nakama!”
“I’m what!”
“She’s what!”
.
After you firmly explain to Luffy and the others you will not be joining their crew, you tell them to take you back to your island, immediately.
The navigator, Nami, explains it might take a few days. The scuffle had sent their ship too far out to sea to see land, and the log post was already pointing at the next island. They would have to dock there and wait for it recalibrate before being able to take you home.
You had already resolved that your previous job was out the window, so the extra days at sea didn’t bother you too much.
Especially after realizing the crew was much more harmless than you had pegged them for.
Some were a little odd, some a little overbearing, but it wouldn’t be a horrible week. And at least they were kind enough to take you back than throw you overboard.
Luffy, on the other hand, was a completely different story. He wasn’t convinced you wanted to return home and that you’d have ‘so much more fun’ staying with them.
And he was determined to show you just that.
He gave you a tour of the Sunny. Dragging you by the hand to each room form the lowest part all the way up to the crow’s nest.
He introduced you to each Strawhat, explaining why they were the best and how you would become fast friends with each. Well, minus Zoro who was asleep for his introduction.
He even showed you his treasured beetle collection, even offering one in exchange for staying in the crew.
“It’s not that simple, Luffy.” You laughed after politely declining his offer, “I have a life back there.”
“But staying on one island forever? That’s so boring, (Y/N)!”
You ignore the pit in your stomach that grew a little bigger at his words, “Well I’m on a new island now, aren’t I?” You ask.
The ship had finally docked at the next island, and the morning after the next they would be heading back to your home.
“I think this has been enough adventure for my lifetime.”
Luffy crosses his arms with a pout that you find more adorable than even the little reindeer who was still warming up to you.
But he wasn’t going to give up.
He liked you. There was something different about you than his other nakamas.
While you and the others were off exploring the island he sat up on Sunny’s head and thought.
And he thought and thought and thought until it finally clicked.
He knew exactly where he had messed up.
.
“Umm, (Y/N)?” A timid voice interrupts your thoughts.
“Yes Chopper?” You glance at the doctor who’s peeking around the ship’s mast.
“Luffy is looking for you.” He says quickly, “In the kitchen.”
“Alright.” You smile, “Thank you for telling me, that was very nice of you.”
“Oh, stop it!” He cries, waving his hand with a blush, “You being nice isn’t gonna make me like you or anything!”
You quietly laugh to yourself as you head to the kitchen, mentally reminding yourself to thank Robin for the tip to win over the nervous reindeer.
Heading to the kitchen, you can already see that no light is peeking out from under the door and you wonder if Chopper gave you the right location.
“Luffy?” You call, tentatively stepping into the dark room.
Suddenly the lights flip on, and the room is illuminated.
“Happy birthday!” Luffy screams, jumping up and down beside a messily made cake that looks familiar to the one that got you into this mess.
“What-”
“Wait!” Luffy stretches a hand out to your face and silences you with a finger to your lips, “I wrote something!” He takes his hat off and pulls out a piece a paper. He unfolds it several times and even from here you can see the various crossed out lines.
“Ahem,” Luffy clears his throat, “(Y/N). Happy birthday. I am sorry I ate your birthday cake. But I made you this one instead.” He gestures to the cake, and as if on cue a dollop of frosting plops onto the table, “It doesn’t taste as good as Sanji’s, but it’s better than the one you had.”
You watch as Luffy shoves the paper back in his pocket with a smile, “Well?”
“Well, what?”
“Will you join my crew now?”
“Luffy.” Your face scrunches in confusion, “What are you talking about?”
“I made you this birthday cake!” He gestures, “Because I ate your other one and I’m sorry! I know you want to go back home so you can celebrate, but we can just have a birthday party here instead, and then you can stay forever!”
“Luffy,” You laugh, “It wasn’t my birthday!”
“Sure it was! Why else would you have a cake!”
You roll your eyes, “It was for my job! That’s why I was so upset when you ate it, because I knew I’d get fired.”
“Wait.” Luffy’s eyes go wide, “Did you get in trouble because of me?”
You shrug, “I mean, I have been gone for almost a week. Not sure I still have a job there anyway.”
Luffy’s eyes narrow for a moment before he smiles again, “Cool! You can just be a pirate instead!”
“Luffy.” You exasperate, “Why is it you want me to join you crew so badly anyway?”
You watch as Luffy’s face turns a little red and he purses his lips, looking anywhere but you, “Well, uhm, I think you’re pretty… cool! I think you’re pretty cool and would make a good nakama.”
You step further into the room, trying your best to ignore the rapid beating of your heart, “I have a life back there.”
“But it’s not a good one! That island is boring, and I don’t think you even liked your job! You’ll like it here better! We have fun all the time and you and I can hang out every day!”
You stare at the strange pirate you’ve barely known. He’s loud and abrasive, and kind of an idiot. But he’s also kind and sweet, and cute, and you’ve never heard anyone speak so passionately about you before.
“Is there any otherreason I should stay?”
Luffy swallows the lump in his throat. This is weird. He’s never felt this way about anybody. Doesn’t even know what he’s feeling. He tried to get Robin to explain it to him, but she just laughed to herself and walked off.
“I really want you to stay.” Luffy mumbles, “I really really want you to stay.”
“I suppose I will need a do over birthday celebration.” You swipe your finger through the cake that definitely needed more time in the oven, “And maybe we can let Sanji handle the food?”
“But I thought you said it wasn’t your birthday?”
You smile at his confusion with an arched brow, “I suppose I’ll just have to stick around until then.”
Luffy gasps, a huge smile stretching across his face, “Yay!!” He screams, stretching his arms around you and colliding you against his chest.
Laughter spills from you as you stumble to stay upright. You turn your head to ask for a little room.
But just as you turn so does he and for the first time your lips meet. It’s just a moment, a soft brushing against one another but you cannot deny the electricity that zips down your spine at the feeling.
Luffy pulls back with wide eyes that mirror your own and then the grin returns.
“I think I’m reallygonna like having you on the crew.”
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Dark Shenanigans - Nandor x (f)reader
Summary: It’s Nadja’s something hundredth birthday, with that said, you’re on a mission to make it great.
Warning: fluff, general vampire nonsense
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“Yeah being a half vampire half human does have its perks. I mean for one I can do all that cool vampire shit and I can go out in the sunlight...so that helps for when they’re all being really annoying.” You admit with a casual shrug to one of the documentary cameras before turning to an isle of party supplies. “So anyways we’re at this store.”
The camera shifts to the multiple arras of supplies and materials at the local supermarket in Staten Island that you and your vampire lover’s human familiar, Guillermo, currently are. Specifically on the hunt for birthday decorations for Nadja and ghost Nadja who’s possessed a strange looking doll for the time being.
Since the other four actual full vampires can’t shop for themselves at this time of day or really in general, you and Guillermo have been given such an honorable task in making Nadja’s birthday the best one yet. Considering she’s the most well balanced in the head out of the four of them and is the only other lady of the manor.
“Hey Y/N, how’s this look?” Wonders Guillermo as he holds up a bunch of Mardi Gras beads of yellows, purples, and greens. “Comments, questions, concerns?” He adds with a small smile.
Eyeing up the beads, your head shifts over to the other various colors, “Hrmm, G I’m feeling the vibe you’re going for this year and I like it, but let’s go with Nadja colors.”
Guillermo’s dark eyes light up at your positive suggestion, “Right! So the red and black ones then?”
“Yup. She’ll love that shit.” You state with a satisfied nod of approval, “Let’s get some black and gold confetti from over there and oh, those masquerade masks look cool as fuck.”
You pick up and test out various masks in the background as Guillermo adds some bits of dialogue for the documentary crew, “Um yeah she’s really cool isn’t she.” He says with a smile while glancing at you then back to the camera, “Which is kind of odd since Y/N’s been with Nandor since 1793 so you’d think she’d be a little more like them but no, she’s super chill and really nice.” Suddenly his face goes a bit serious as he leans in to whisper, “But she did kill a whole street gang once when they threw a slur at me so I wouldn’t mess with her. For your safety.”
The camera pans back over to an oblivious you who’s put on a masquerade mask and is swinging a plastic light saber around with a whole lot more accuracy and grace then would a normal person. The camera then pans back to Gullimero, “Um, I’m just gonna....make sure she doesn’t smack anyone.”
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Arms full of groceries of food for you and Gullimero, as well as random party decorations for Nadja’s birthday tomorrow night, you use the bottom of your boot to skillfully open the door as the documentary crew and Guillermo follows suit. Guillermo now on the verge of falling over with the large heart shaped pillow in his arms that’s covering most of his body.
You don’t feel tired in the slightest due to your half vampiric abilities so this is nothing to you, “Alright.” You state, turning on your heel to face the crew and Guillermo, “They’re asleep so we gotta be extra sneaky now, I don’t want Nadja catching us with all this cool spooky birthday shit. Everyone to the attic!” You whisper yell before leading the charge to the attic.
They all follow as quietly and as quickly as they can and then soon enough in no time are you and Guillermo back outside in the sunny garden trying to figure out if you should blow up the giant sea monster pool floaty.
“I mean it would look cool as hell and no doubt out-do whatever the fuck boring thing Lazlo probably has planned.” You quip with a shrug while the two of you stare thoughtfully at the small gloomy dark pond. “He’s got no chance with us. I’ve won best decorator and card maker for two hundred years in a row.”
Guillermo side eyes you in honest amazement, “Wow that’s a lot of years. And cards.”
“I know. I was an artist in the 12th century but my no good terrible good for nothing piece of garbage trash sexist human husband, who I was forced to marry when I was only sixteen, took all the credit for my artwork in that era.” You confirm with a growl, “But it stings less because once I finally grew into my powers and strength at eighteen I simply made his untimely demise look like an accident.” You add with a smirk.
“Oh, wow.” Mutters the intrigued familiar.
“Precisely. The old fool was thrown off his horse because I told Philip, the horse, to throw him off. And he did. Which killed the idiot so I got the house and all of his money.”
“That’s......neat.” Mutters Guillermo as he shoots the camera crew from behind you and him a nervous look. “Uh the suns going down so I should probably help Nandor out of his coffin.”
Raising your head to the sky you immediately see how the sun has begun to paint the clouds in beautiful colors of oranges, reds, light pinks, and darkening purples. “Oh, how bout that. Yeah alright let’s get inside.” You nod to Guillermo before turning to walk towards the manor’s giant mahogany doors.
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Turning the handle and walking a couple feet into the large main room that holds itself as a sort of crossroads for all the other various connecting hallways and staircases. You don’t make it even three more steps towards the left ascending staircase before you hear the highly recognizable voice of your one and only.
“Y/N! My lovely wife and favorite person still ever so lovely!” Announces Nandor loudly with a grand smile showing off his pearly white fangs, “How I have missed you and your morning kisses. Where have you been off to?” He wonders softly as you smile a big dumb love-struck grin right back up at him, you’d absolutely die to hear that accent one last time.
“I can’t tell you right now it’s a secret!” You whisper yell back, causing his thick dark brows to scrunch up in confusion.
“But I am your lovely strong puff dragon Y/N.” Whines Nandor adorably as you roll your eyes at the cameras before looking back up at him.
“Fine. Come here then.”
In an instant he’s at your side, excitedly awaiting what secretive news you will tell him, “Okay, so we know it’s Nadja’s birthday tomorrow right?”
“Yes. I remember because she hasn’t shut up about it.”
“Right. So me and Gullimero got some fun surprise birthday party decorations and they’re in the attic and we can’t tell Nadja.”
Nandor gives you a knowing look of affirmation as he leans in closer to you, his demeanor suddenly shifting into a more saddened one, “You went shopping without me?” He says quietly.
Leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek your hands instantly find his, “Just for a little while, but I still need to find more stuff so....you wanna come?”
Nandor’s big dark eyes light up with joy as you hand him a kind smile, “Yes! Let us go in search of unknown treasures for our lady friend Nadja so she will not be mad at us for terrible dull gifts of friendship.”
Laughing you give his hands a playful squeeze, “Come on I’ll race you to Party City!” You say before leading him past the camera crew and Guillermo who simply watches the two of you leave, glad to have an hour of peace.
“There’s a whole city for partying? Y/N why have we never been to this place?”
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“Y/N there are no people partying here.” Whines your vampire lover in puzzlement as he follows you from the entrance to a side isle. “You said this was a city for partying.”
“That’s just the name of the store Nans.” You retort with a small chuckle as he looks from right to left at all the color coded party plates and napkins galore.
“Well the title is very misleading.”
“Agreed.”
Turning to the right you guide him towards the decretory pirate themed isle in search of something that will peak his interest. Also you wanted so badly to make it to this spot but Gullimero was a man on a mission so your intention was thwarted for when you had Nandor with you.
Speed walking down the pirate themed isle you quickly halt all movement as Nandor’s large body stops within less than an inch from your back. Smiling brightly you snatch the desired object in front of you and as swift as a cat turn to face him.
“Have you come for a dual my old enemy?” You speak slyly, eyes narrowed as you hold the foam sword right in front of his face. “I sense a nervousness about you. Tell me, are you ready to face your inevitable bloody end?”
Staring at the pointy foam, his dark puppy eyes shift over to you as an adorable fangy grin breaks out across his pale face, “Seems you have come prepared, oh radiant and alluring seductress. Well, so have I!” Shouts Nandor before grabbing two foam swords from off the rack and swinging them in both hands like a mad man.
Taking a cautious step back you hold your pathetic five dollar sword in both hands like a true warrior ready for battle, “Only one shall leave this place alive.” You affirm with a smirk, “And it’s not going to be you.”
“Arrrrrggg.” Bellows your lover as he charges you like the true conqueror that he once was. But all to soon do you swiftly duck under his arms and swat him over his stomach with a confident thwack sound.
He makes a puny little “oww” as you turn around to face him once again, “Y/N you hit me kind of hard.” He complains, looking rather defeated and genuinely hurt that you could have intentionally injured him on purpose.
Bringing the plastic weapon down to your side once again, your face suddenly softens as you walk over to him, “Come here you big baby.” You quip sincerely as he leans down so you can give his cheek a quick kiss.
Rising back to his full height, Nandor almost blushes as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a happy smile, “Actually it didn’t hurt at all I just wanted you to kiss me.” Reveals the vampire with a proud grin as you simply roll your eyes.
“Should have known.” You add before turning and snatching up four more plastic foam pirate swords for the others. “Alright let’s get outta here, follow me my love, to the checkout line we shall purchase our weapons of war and partying on the high seas.” You announce with gusto as Nandor stands proudly at your side, ready to follow you anywhere.
“Yes. To check out.”
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Kicking open the unlocked door, Nandor bursts into the vampire residence with bags full of goodies for Nadja’s birthday party. You right behind him but less dramatically, “We’re back!” You shout to no one in particular as Colin Robinson suddenly appears from out of nowhere, looking ready to leave with his funny little hat and usual beige jacket.
“Oh hey guys,” He starts with a friendly nod, “I’m just heading out on the town tonight. I guess there’s a fair or something in the park and I wanted to test my skill at the ball toss. I’ve been reading up on the body mechanics and how the game is set up which seems pretty basic all in all. Also I really want to win a stuffed bear this time, it might add a little pizazz to my room. Welp see ya’round.” Adds Colin before walking past the two of you without another word and out into the night he goes with some of the camera crew following close behind.
Nandor turns to you with a look of annoyance, “Jeesh I thought he would never leave. Let’s go to your room I want to kiss you some more now.”
“Why my room?”
“Because since you are half vampire you get to sleep in a bed and because I am a full vampire I sleep in a coffin.” Inquires Nandor while looking at you with those big beautiful dark eyes of his, “And my coffin is too small for cuddles so your room will suffice.”
“Yeah that’s a fair point.” You shrug before following him to your room.
After many cuddles leading to other more rated R type activities that lasted until just about sunrise, you finally got some well needed rest while the sun shone high in the sky until she began her dramatic descend back into oblivion. Opening your eyes you slowly rise from out of your comfy bed, already missing the presence of your obsidian eyed lover.
He gets too nervous about your closed windows for fear that the sun might burn him which would be impossible because you black out the glass. But alas, he’s very cautious about these types of things and won’t risk it for anything, though he feels bad about leaving you in the morning, you understand.
Suddenly it dawns on you that today or perhaps tonight, is Nadja’s birthday and you completely forgot to set up any decorations. Shit, how stupid. Throwing the blankets off of you, your feet move quick as you speedily change yesterday’s outfit for something a bit nicer and more clean.
Racing out of your room and into the dimly lit manor hallway, you make a bee line for the attic but before you’re able to reach the steps, Guillermo runs into you, just about knocking you into a wall of various stolen ancient weapons. Sharp ones at that.
That was close.
“Y/N are you okay!” Worries the familiar as you quickly gather your bearings.
“Guillermo! The decorations! Nadja’s birthday!” You whisper yell as the human man simply smiles. “Why are you smiling, this situation does not call for smiles.”
“Don’t worry. While you were sleeping I set up all the decorations.” He replies with a shrug, “No problem.”
“What? But that must have taken you all day, you could have asked me for help. I would have come.” Your brows furrow as he shakes his head, though you still feel bad for not helping with anything.
“Well I did try, but um,” Gullimero awkwardly clears his throat, giving the camera a quick glance, “Nandor was with you and last time I asked for you while you and him where having alone time he threatened to carve out my eyeballs and force feed them to me.”
Pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance you take a deep breath, “Sounds like him. Very creative when he wants to be, alright, well....where’s everyone?”
“Oh, they’re not up yet. I was actually on my way to get you. I made blood popsicles and the pool floaty is all done and in the pond.” He says with a sense of pride for his decorating skills. “I think she’ll like what we’ve come up with this year.”
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Standing in the living room with your three fellow immortals you search a dresser for her card, “Oh shit where’s my card? I could have sworn I had it yesterday on my dresser but I don’t remember seeing it there in the morning. Maybe it’s in this one?”
“Witches!” Hisses Nadja as you huff in frustration, where the hell did you put that damn card?
“Oh, Y/N my love,” Intervenes Nandor with a gentle tug of your sleeve, “I took it with me when I left your room before sunrise because I wanted to put my name on it too so she would know it’s from us.”
“What?” Replies Lazlo dramatically, “Now hold on just a damn minute, this card competition is individually scored so I won’t be having any of this nonsense. I worked really hard on mine this year.”
“Oh lick a donkey’s arse, look here,” You retort with, quickly holding up the card for Nadja, “there are two separate drawings on ours so either way if one of us wins she gets both our pictures. So you better hope your drawing doesn’t resemble a night clubs bathroom wall.”
“Yeah.” Mutters Nandor, who’s hiding behind you while resting both hands on either one of your shoulders as you glare at Lazlo.
“Fine.” Agrees Lazlo begrudgingly, “And mine will be amazing, this bitch of paper took me a whole six months to plan and produce. Can’t get quality this good anywhere else I guarantee it.” Adds Lazlo with a firm nod of self approval as you glance at the nearby camera.
“Right, okay everyone sit it’s time for presents. I want to know what you all got me.” Beams Nadja excitedly as she smiles a fangy grin in delight, plopping herself down in one of the arm chairs. Lazlo quickly finding the other one while you and Nandor seat yourself on the large couch. Colin and Guillermo finding somewhere to sit close by respectfully.
“Well, all I can say is hold onto your socks my dear cause this is going to blow you away.” Smirks Lazlo as he pulls a small box from out of his jacket pocket.
“If it’s a self made business card that says invitation to sexy town I will puke.” You deadpan while Nandor laughs from beside you, causing Lazlo to lose his smirk as Nadja hides her amusement the best she can manage.
“He he, sexy town, nice one Y/N.” Mutters Nandor with a proud grin as you raise a brow at Lazlo who’s giving you a hard glare.
“Oh, my dear pumpkin pie love, don’t listen to Y/N I will love anything you gift me.” Encourages Nadja with a bright welcoming smile, no doubt immediately boosting Lazlo’s once irked mood.
Rolling your eyes you shift a bit to find yourself leaning into Nandor’s body as Nadja opens up the rest of the vampire residents various gifts. A joyous fangy smile gracing her pale features every single time, revealing this birthday party was a thrilling success.
After much more fun that just about lasts throughout the whole night, and some rare but hilarious attempts at dancing between the five of you vampiric individuals. You’re feeling rather sleepy and you can tell Nandor is ready for a trip to dreamland as well.
Swaying to the lowly playing record instrumental, you hold Nandor tight while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of him so close, him doing just the same as he keeps you firmly pressed against his chest. His long dark hair tickles your face as he presses his head to your cheek, doing his absolute best to keep the flow without tripping up.
Sensing his growing fatigue, you gently squeeze his hand, “My love the sun will be up soon, let’s get you to bed, yes?”
A small lazy smile tugs at the corners of his lips while he looks down to meet your gaze, “But my dark angel I’m not tired. I want to dance with you a little longer.” He whines adorably before failing to conceal a big yawn.
Giggling, you lean back to slowly lead him towards the door, “That yawn says otherwise.”
“That wasn’t a yawn Y/N, I was just smiling really big.” He protests, though he still follows your lead to the door.
“I’ve never seen anyone smile like that.” You add with a raised brow.
“Well maybe that’s just how I smile.”
Letting out a breathy snort, you pull away from him to at last take his one hand, “Come. I can’t have a single ray of that dreaded sun to get a taste of your precious skin. Not on my watch.”
Glancing at the closed front door, Nandor squeezes your hand, “Well um, now since you’ve mentioned the sun...I think I’d like to go to my crypt now.” He says, the flash of worry crossing over his face for only a brief moment.
“You sure? I mean a sunrise is pretty beautiful if I’m being honest and I know you never get to see them...”
“Not funny Y/N. And not fair, you know I can’t because I am full vampire.”
“And you’re missing out.”
“And I’d like to stay alive Y/N.”
“Aren’t you dead?”
“Yes and I am your only husband so I need to stay not burnt to a crisp.”
Chuckling, you follow him down the hallway, “Oh really? Don’t want me finding myself with another vampiric lover? Some new beast to sweep me off my feet and take me away into the night.” You tease.
Side eyeing you, he frowns, “No. Don’t I sweep you off your feet?”
Stepping into his crypt you stop him with your hand against his bicep, “Always.” You whisper sincerely with a quick wink, causing him to break out into a big fangy grin.
“Good. And if anyone would try and whoo you I would make sure there would be no more whooing again!” Exclaims Nandor, making the candles rise in flame for only a short second at his rise in emotion for how much he loves you.
“I don’t doubt they would fall by your blade. Not for a second.”
#nandor the relentless#Nandor x reader#nandor x you#nandor x y/n#what we do in the shadows#what we do in the shadows x reader#vampire fun yeah#love my big huggable vampire#:)
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Kol Mikaelson Love Language: Acts of Service
So there’s five love languages and I was gonna make LITTLE blurbs for each and got a wee bit carried away. It’s not as fluffy as I’d want it to but I’ll do better for the next four (hopefully).
No warnings I think.
Kol had spent his human years studying witchcraft. After the dreaded night that changed his family forever he had to find a new way to connect to the earth. He’d never admit how much it tore at his soul to no longer practice natural magic. When he wasn’t daggered or cleaning up his siblings' messes-hell even making some his own- he had made a habit of collecting hexed items or anything that still had a trace of magic. It reminded him of his old life, something that was more than several lifetimes ago.
You had been away from him for more than a month, something you weren’t sure if he really realized as he was off galavanting with Klaus, doing god knows what.
You couldn’t complain too much however, it gave you time to trot to Peru, which led you to Ethiopia, followed shortly to Turkey, and finally to France, where you’d been able to find The Ascendent left behind by Bonnie Bennet. It was a magical item that had alluded Kol as one instance or another had caused the original to cease his searches.
Finally back home, you attempted to sneak up on Kol, tip toeing while carefully holding the treasured item in your left hand at your side. Putting your right hand over his eyes as best you could you couldn’t help but mumble “Guess who” against his clothed shoulder.
He swung around faster than you predicted, causing you to take a startled step back, your grip tightening on the velvet covering the sharp mental object. “You should know better than to sneak up on me.” He stepped closer to you, hands going to rest on your waist.
“You could at least act shocked.” You pouted. Your free hand resting on his bicep.
“Where’s the fun in that?” He laughed, his mouth moving to kiss your forehead. Looking at you for a beat his eyebrows rose with interest. “You’re up to something.”
“Nope,” you brought your left hand up between the both of you to chest level. “I was up to something three weeks ago, now I’m just happy to see my boyfriend.” His eyes shifted between the covered object and back to you. Nodding you moved your hands closer to his face. “I hope I didn’t totally fuck up.” Kol’s eyes searched your face, his hands still steadily planted on your waist. “Please take it” you were getting slightly anxious at the fact he hadn’t rushed to take the object from you.
Wordlessly his hands reached out to unwrap the fabric. After what was anything but tranquil silence Kol looked back to you. He placed the object on the island behind him. “How’d you get it?” His back to you as he surveyed it closely.
“Do you not like it?” You walked up to him, your hand timidly reaching out to him “is it the wrong thing? Or maybe a fake.” You couldn’t help but step closer to him hoping to get an explanation on how to fix what you had hoped would’ve been what you had seen him reading up on more than half a year ago.
“No, love” his voice broke. He gently placed the ascendent, or what you hoped was the ascendent, down onto the counter once again. “I just-” He turned to face you, his hands reaching for you “How did you-” His gaze was back on the ascendent for a brief moment before shifting back to you.
“I saw a while back that you had a few leads that led to Peru and then Klaus needed your help and it had to be put on the back burner.” You had felt bad that he had to put his own life on pause at the demand of his family regardless of the fact it had been one of the reasons you fell so hard for him. “And then when you weren’t back I thought it would’ve been cool for it to be here when you came back, you know as an acknowledgement for being so amazing and for being back.” You couldn’t help but look away from him “but then when I got to Peru, and that lead pointed me to Ethiopia, which I guess kind of worked out because you weren’t back yet. And from there it was Turkey and finally France. Turns out Bonnie didn’t want just anyone getting her hands on it.” He’d let you ramble on with a small smile on his face “what?”
“I love you.”
“You’re only saying that because you think I’m doing this everytime you go run errands with your family.” You teased.
“No. Not even a little bit”
“The only way I’m ever trekking like that again is if you’re with me.”
“That can be arranged.” His arms wrapped around you, pulling you tightly against him. “No one’s ever done that for me.” He whispered while you were still tightly wrapped in his arms.
Your heart broke at his words slightly, and by the way your heart was pounding in your chest, you were happy that it worked well enough for the both of you because you’d spend the rest of your existence with this man to make sure he never felt like he’d be taken for granted.
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Pirate Techno and ocean god philza, where philza gets hopelessly endeared to this terrifying pirate because he doesn’t hunt magic creatures or disrespect the ocean like most pirates. While Techno is not understanding why the ocean is always smooth for him or why most dangerous sea creatures leave him alone
Anon, did you read my mind because only a few hours before you sent this, I was gearing up and forming thoughts about a pirate AU!
Techno is one of the most feared pirates roaming the seas. He's fucking massive, towering over everyone and is frankly very terrifying. He's scruffy (as pirates are), with a beard and a long mane of pink hair. He also wears an eyepatch due to one of his eyes not working/missing and has a massive scar on that side of his face going over his hidden eye. No ones ever seen him with his eyepatch off so they don't know if he's missing an eye or it just doesn't work, and they don't know how he received the scar (there's lots of rumors and stories, but Techno never comments or gives hints). He seems mostly human (besides his height, which no human could ever achieve that height), but he has tusks potruding from his mouth that hint at his non-human heritage.
(He's a bear, ok? He is not a twink in the slightest, he's a massive fucking bear pirate)
Techno is an incredibly impressive fighter, capable of dual weilding swords (as well as being able to dual weild a sword and a pistol, although he favors swords more), and is merciless, earning him the nickname "the Blade". It's said that you never want to meet the Blade in battle, not if you don't want to die a bloody death.
Many assume that because of his great reputation, Techno is the captain of the ship that he sails on, but he isn't. The Captain of the ship is in fact a pirate named Puffy and Techno is her First Mate.
They work well together, Techno having joined Puffy's crew years ago under mysterious circumstances. He has great knowledge of the sea, knows the best places to sail and what places to avoid, not to mention owns countless stories and old books/maps from explorers past (including info on buried treasure they once hid away). Again, no one knows how or why Techno joined and why he's so knowledgeable, he's just a giant mystery. Literally.
With all the mystery surrounding Techno and his terrifying appearance/reputation, people would be shocked to learn that Techno actually has quite the gentle soul. He is quiet and shy, usually standing in the back of the crowd and observing. He respects the ocean and all of it's creatures, including the magical ones. He'll go out of his way to help baby sea turtles make their way to the ocean after just hatching on a beach, or will ignore the familiar flash of a mermaid's tail in the water (despite knowing a live mermaid could sell at a very hefty price).
He doesn't let others see this side of himself, not even Puffy or their crew, and keeps up the facade of the mysterious terrifying Blade.
One night, Puffy and their crew come across another pirate ship and a battle breaks out. It's just their luck that a massive storm hits at the same time, and it quickly turns into a fight for survival.
Somewhere in the chaos of it all, Techno is knocked off the ship and falls into the dark ocean depths.
It isn't until after Puffy and her crew manage to make a hasty retreat from the other ship, attempting to find smoother waters, that they realize Techno is missing. They search long and hard, but they're never able to find him and assume he's dead.
But he's not.
Techno is, somehow, alive and wakes up on the beach of what he assumes is a deserted island. He immediately sets the work, making himself a little shelter by a group of trees and exploring the island for food and fresh water.
He is unsuccessful and he goes to bed hungry very paranoid The entire night he stays awake, unable to fall asleep because he can't help but feel like he's being watched the entire time.
The next day, he goes out searching for food and water again, but fails. He has no such luck the third day and he is getting desperate because he knows he needs to find fresh water soon.
The fourth day when he wakes up, he is startled to see a pile of fresh fruit and a glass bottle with what he assumes is water sitting innocently next to him in his shelter.
Techno comes to the natural conclusion that he is not alone on this island and someone has been watching him, and for some reason left him food. Techno considers the fact that maybe it's poisoned, but he hasn't eaten or drunk in days and he knows he needs it. He eats the food and drinks the water, and it's the best thing he's ever tasted (SO much better than the food they ate on the ship).
He doesn't die, or feel sick afterwards, so that's a plus.
With newfound energy, he goes explorint that day and is finally able to find a small river with fresh water on the island, along with some native fruits.
Several days pass, and Techno continues building on his shelter and makes some attempts at fishing, but he isn't exactly the best.
When he wakes up to a huge pile of fish the very next day, he's somehow not too surprised.
This continues for a while, Techno searching the island and exploring more and more each day. One time, after Techno attempted (and failed) to hunt down a wild hog, he walked back to his shelter only to find the very same hog in front of it, dead.
Techno examines the animal, and realizes very quickly that a human didn't take it down. No, a creature or a monster must have, judging from the bitemarks on the back of the hog's neck.
Techno is now very concerned as to who or what exactly was also on this island with him.
He knows building a raft would not be a good idea, that he's most likely drown or starve at sea if he made his out there on a little raft. It was better to stay on the island, where there was food and water, and hope someone found him. In the meantime, he started to create weapons - simple things like small knives and spears.
Whatever was on this island, if it decided to hunt Techno down, he wasn't going to go down without a fight.
After completing the spear he made and lamenting on how he missed his swords one night, old rusted sword appears in his shelter the very next day. Perhaps once it had been beautiful, but now it was dull and fairly useless to him.
Techno is just completely confused at this point and maybe loses his mind a little bit.
He begins talking to himself out loud, speaking about how he misses human contact and would like to just have someone to talk to about all of this.
He does not at all expect a voice to answer him back.
"You can talk to me, if you want."
Techno quickly grabs his spear and keeps it held tightly in his hands, "Whose there?"
He glances around, trying to find the source of the voice but all he sees is the beach and the trees from the forest.
"Where are you? Come out!" he demands.
".....I would prefer not to."
'Prefer not to?' Techno mouths to himself before letting out a growl, "Why not?"
There was only silence, until eventually the voice said in a much quieter tone, "...I'm shy."
Techno is dumbfounded and can only let out a, "Heh?"
He tries getting more answers from the voice, but it doesn't respond, whoever it was seemingly gone.
Techno doesn't sleep that night, wondering if any of that had been real or simply all in his head.
The next day, he doesn't leave his shelter and instead merely sits there, waiting.
Until, eventually towards the end of the day...
"....You didn't go out today."
Techno glances around, but again he sees nothing but beach and trees. Not a single person in sight.
"Nope, I didn't," he says with a sigh.
"Why not?" the voice asks.
"I was waiting for you," Techno responds back simply.
".........Oh."
Techno waits a few moments for the voice to speak more, but when it doesn't, Techno decides to ask a question.
"Are you the one who gave me the food and water?"
"Yes."
"And hunted the boar?"
"Yep! A big strong man like you needs lots of meat to survive, right?"
Techno pauses, unsure how to process that statment before clearing his throat and asking, "You gave me the sword as well?"
"I did! Did you like it? I tried to find the best one in my collection!"
"It was rusted and dull, but I appreciate it, I guess," Techno admits.
"My collection" so whoever this was had a collection....whatevet that meant.
"Oh. I could-I could...give you another sword if you like! I know how much you like your swords!"
"....What do you mean by that?" Techno asks and let's out a sigh when there's no reply.
When he wakes up the next morning, he indeeds find a sword. It's not the best, but it isn't dull and seems to be well taken care of, so there's that at least.
"Thank you," he says outloud and is surpised when he hears a quiet, "You're welcome," in response.
Days continue on (Techno figures he's been on this island for about a few months). Most days, Techno finds himself talking to the voice. It never stays for very long, but it's....friendly, at least.
"Are you real?" Techno asks one day, lying down next to his shelter and looking up into the clear light blue sky.
"What do you mean? Of course I'm real," the voice replies, letting out a quiet chuckle (it's light and sweet, the sound falling sootbingly onto Techno's ears)
"Well, I can't see you, for one," Techno says, "For all I know, you could just be a figment of my imagination."
"I'm real," the voice says, their voice clear and strangely assuring.
"Then, could I see you?" Techno asks.
".....I don't know."
The voice is silent the rest of that day. As well as the day afterwards, and the day after that. A whole week passes by before Techno hears the voice again.
"I don't want to scare you," it admits.
"Why, do you look scary?" Techno asks. He's working on another spear (his last one broke the night before) and casually listens as the voice speaks.
"To most, yes."
"You gonna elaborate on that or just keep being mysterious?"
Silence.
Techno sighs, "Mysterious it is then."
The voice continues to talk to Techno once a day, but it doesn't go back to the subject of it's appearance or showing itself to Techno. Techno doesn't push either. Instead, they just casually converse, the voice asking what Techno is doing that day and Techno replying.
Sometimes, Techno will talk about his and Puffy's crew, some adventures they went on and the treasure they found or silly mishaps that happened to them.
Sometimes, the voice brings Techno their own treasures from their "collection" - pieces of gold, old enchanted books, jewelry and sometimes just random things from the ocean like a pretty shell or rock.
Techno appreciates it all and grows a whole little pile or treasure in his shelter.
And sometimes, when they're talking, Techno will catch a glimpse of....something hiding behind a nearby tree or rock in the forest - a flash of gold here or the very tip of a swishing tail there.
Whatever it was, it wasn't human.
Techno tried not to worry too much about that and never mentioned anything to the voice, worried he might scare them off again by mentioning their appearance.
One night, when Techno is just beginning to drip off to sleep, the voice appears for the second time in the same day.
"I like you, Techno," the voice says, "A lot. Do you-do you like me?"
Techno thinks the question over before nodding, "I think so, yeah. I mean, I don't know you that well and you're kinda just a voice, and I don't know if you're real or not, but yeah you seem nice."
The voice laughs, seemingly endeared by Techno's words. "That's good, I'm glad. Good night, Techno."
"Good night."
The next morning, Techno wakes up and finds the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen laying there next to him, watching him warily with bright blue eyes.
They have long blond hair with a crown seemingly made out of coral atop their head. Massive golden wings potrude from their back, completely smooth and sparkling in the early morning light, looking as if seemingly made of silk.
Then there was the tail.
The creature has no legs and instead has a long thick fish tail of some kind, beginning at the bottom of their torso and unable to fit completely in Techno's shelter, extending out into the beach outside.
"....Hi, Techno," the creature says, in the voice that Techno had become so familiar with in the last few months.
"Hey," Techno says and reaches out, placing his hand on the side of the creature's face, cupping their face gently in the palm of his hand, "You're a whole lot prettier than I imagined."
The creature flushes a pretty pink color, almost matching the coral it wears atop of their head.
Techno suddenly realizes how close their faces are to each other and the creature seems to realize it too before they move closer, placing their lips on Techno's in a kiss.
Techno kisses back, pulling the creature closer to them and enjoying the little pleased chirps they make as he kisses them.
They eventually seperate, Techno lying back down and the creature placing their head on Techno's chest, seemingly content to lay there in Techno's arms.
"I'm Philza, by the way," the creature says.
"Philza. That's a nice name-" Techno starts to say before his eyes widen and he remembers where he's heard that name before and who exactly it belonged to.
Philza.
Philza, the ancient ocean deity that supposedly ruled the seas and was the protector of all the creatures who lived in it, who called it home. Philza, who was said to be a terrifying monster and could strike fear into the bravest men, who devoured the hearts of men and could sink even the sturdiest of boats in the blink of an eye.
Philza, whose name had been forgotten and lost for centuries, was nothing more than an old legend - a myth.
Except, apparently not because Philza was currently curled up on Techno's chest, pleased chirps escaping him as he reached out to place his hand in Techno's, intertwining their fingers.
Philza, an ancient and all-powerful deity...and Techno had just fucking made out with him.
#techza#technophil#asks#peachy said a thing#peachy fic prompts#peachy wrote a thing#bear techno#what's the point of a pirate au if you don't make him a massive scruffy bear#pirate au
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Babysitting | F.H
Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader
Summary: After a gone wrong mission Five(19) babysits his five year old niece, Claire.
To say Five was having a tough week would be putting it lightly. The male hadn’t felt so much pain and sorrow in his entire life. The apocalypse was awful. He couldn’t deny that but this– was ten times worse.
Five never expected for something to go so damn wrong. He never expected to have to go through this pain in his life, but here he is, lying in bed, not being able to sleep.
He hadn’t really slept since the incident. A couple of naps here and there but never a full night's rest. His mind was torturing him. All he heard were screams of agony and cries.
The apartment they shared went from such a warm atmosphere to shivering cold within just a day of change. Five hated it. He wanted to scream, to cry, to yell, to be angry, but he couldn’t– not anymore at least.
Five was lying in their shared bed when a doorbell rang. He sighed and shuffled out of bed. The male's appearance showed absolutely no care. Hair was skewed, eyes were red along with his cheeks, transparent trails of tears on his cheeks, and his under eyes dark.
Lazily the male opened the door to be met with his sister and his niece, “ Hey Five, I- I know this week has been challenging. “ Allison nervously began looking at her heartbroken nineteen-year-old brother.
“ But I’m going out with a guy, and Claire refused to go with anyone else. She wouldn’t let anyone babysit her except Uncle Fivey. “ Allison spoke, giving a soft smile, “ If you aren’t up to it, I’ll bring her to Klaus, but I figured why not give it a shot? “
Five looked down at his five-year-old niece, “ I’ll take care of her. You go. “ Five murmured, “ Are you sure? “ Allison whispered as Claire ran into the apartment sitting on the couch.
“ Mhm. “ Five hummed, and Allison embraced him, “ It's going to be okay. “ Allison spoke as she pulled away.
Five tried his best to smile, “ I know. Now you go have fun. I’ll take care of Claire. “
“ Thank you! “ Allison exclaimed as she walked away, and Five shut the door.
The brunette turned to look at the young girl on his couch and gave a subtle smile. Five shuffled towards the couch and took a seat beside her. Claire moved to sit in his lap.
“ Thank you, Uncle Five. “ Claire spoke as she hugged him, “ You’re welcome, princess. “ Five responded as tears flooded his eyes.
Five’s sniffles are what made Claire pull away and look at him, “ Why are you crying? “
“ It’s just been a tough week. But I’m glad I get to spend some time with you, princess. “ Five admitted as he wiped his tears, “ D- Did Auntie Y/n have something to do with it? “ Claire hesitantly asked, and Five nodded.
“ A- Auntie Y/n will never be back, princess. “ Five softly spoke as his eyes flooded with tears, “ W- What do you mean? “ The young girl asked as her eyes began to do the same.
Five sniffled again, “ S- She’s gone and never coming back. “ The male responded as he wiped a tear coming from Claire’s eye.
Claire bursted into tears, hugging Five as tight as she could. Her hands balled up the material of the hoodie he was wearing in the back. The hoodie was Y/n’s, her favorite hoodie, and she wore it everywhere.
Both relatives cried in each other’s arms, grieving for their lost someone. Claire was devastated, and Five felt so at fault for her death. Y/n was a ball of light, and she was the only one to keep Five sane through everything.
The apocalypse, the commission, saving the world, everything. She was there to keep his sanity. Y/n was there to hold him on the bad days, keep him smiling on the good days, and calm him on days where his temper couldn’t be controlled.
Now she was gone, and it was devastating for the whole family. Diego and Five, we’re definitely hit the most along with Claire now. Claire sniffled and pulled away from her Uncle, looking him in the eyes.
“ You’re the best Uncle ever. “ Claire mumbled, and Five smiled softly, “ Thank you. You’re the best niece ever. “ Five replied, holding her close to his chest.
Claire looked up at her crumbling uncle, “ Auntie Y/n would be proud of you. “ Claire began, and Fives eyes were still flooding, “ She knows you’re strong, and I’m sure she’s here with you. Uncle Klaus talks all the time about Uncle Ben being with him. Maybe Auntie Y/n is with you like Uncle Ben is with Uncle Klaus. “ Claire inferred.
“ I’m sure she is. “ Five whimpered, “ W- What happened? “ Claire questioned.
Five pulled Claire up from his lap and sat her directly on his lap, making her face him, “ Auntie Y/n and I had a mission to do. “ Five began, “ Like killing bad guys? “ Claire asked with a side smile.
Five chuckled, “ Yeah, killing bad guys. The mission went really well at first, we stuck to our plan, and everything was working out. “ The brunette male began as the tears came back, “ We thought we finished everyone off until when we started exiting the building, a shot went off. “
“ Th- The shot hit Y/n right in the chest, and I couldn’t get her to the academy in time because of how drained I was from the mission. “ Five cried, “ I- I’m so sorry, princess. “
Claire hugged her, crying Uncle tight, “ It’s not your fault. “ Claire comforted, “ That’s exactly what Auntie told me before she passed. “ Five muttered.
Claire sat there with her favorite Uncle as he cried his eyes out. Claire cried too, into his hoodie as they both held onto her. Five sniffled and lifted her off his lap.
“ Uncle Fivey, where are you going? “ Claire’s concerned voice asked, “ I’ll be right back, princess. “ Five responded as he walked into their shared bedroom.
Five walked into the bedroom and near her vanity, which held all her jewelry. There laid a necklace with her name on it, one she wore all the time. In fact, she never took it off. Carefully he took the gold necklace in his hands and walked out of the bedroom.
The door shut with a click, and Five plopped back down on the couch beside his tear stained niece, “ Come here. “ Five softly spoke as he patted his lap.
Claire crawled onto his lap again, “ This is a necklace that Auntie Y/n wore all the time. “ Five began as he showed her the chain, “ I think she would want you to have it. “ Five said as he put the necklace on his niece.
The young girl's hands immediately went to the nameplate necklace around her neck, looking at the gold cursive with her Aunties name on it.
“ Do you like it? “ Five asked nervously, and Claire embraced him tightly, “ I love it. Thank you, Uncle Fivey. “ Claire smiled brightly.
For the first time in a week, Five smiled genuinely, “ I’m glad. “
Claire snuggled upon him while Five played one of her favorite movies on the tv screen. Eventually, they both fell asleep, and when Allison didn’t get a response from knocking on the door, she opened it with her key.
The only light in the room was from the tv still playing, and Allison saw the two sleeping together. Her brother was finally getting sleep. Gently she picked up a blanket and covered both of them.
Allison wrote a note on the counter that she’d pick up Claire in the morning and then left the apartment. Five woke up the next morning with Claire on his chest. The male smiled and kissed her forehead before moving out from under her.
Quietly the Hargreeves boy began making breakfast, and once Five was almost done, Claire had woke up.
“ Uncle Fivey? “ Claire groggily called out from the couch, “ I’m here, princess. “ Five replied.
Claire got up from the couch and sat at one of the barstools around the island. Five placed her breakfast on a plate for the young girl. Claire began eating along with her uncle.
“ After we eat breakfast, I’m going to bring you back home, okay? “ Five said as he swallowed his food, “ Okay. “ Claire responded as she chewed.
Eventually, both of them finished eating, and they walked out to the car. Five drove to Allison’s house, which wasn’t far from their apartment but still far enough to drive. He walked his niece to the door.
Before he could knock, Claire spoke, “ Will you be okay? “
“ Of course I will, princess. “ Five responded, kissing her cheek.
Five knocked on the door, and Allison appeared, “ Hey Claire. How was Uncle Fivey’s house? “ Allison questioned as she picked up her daughter, “ It was good. He gave me this necklace. “ Claire replied as she showed Allison Y/n’s necklace.
Five stood sheepishly at the door, “ Did he now? “ Allison teased, “ Yeah! “ Claire verified.
Allison put her daughter down and let Claire run off into the house. Expectantly Allison stared at her brother while he stood at her door.
“ I never thought you’d give that away. We both know that was something Y/n treasured. “ Allison began baffled, “ I- I thought Claire could use it more than I would. I mean, I have tons of Y/n’s belongings. Claire doesn’t. I thought the necklace would be perfect. “ Five nervously stuttered.
Allison sighed and brought Five in for a hug, “ I’ll make sure she takes care of it. “ Allison muttered, “ Good. “ Five responded.
“ I’m gonna go home and maybe look through some of her stuff. Perhaps that’ll make me feel better. “ Five-spoke as he pulled away from the hug, “ Okay. If you need anyone don’t hesitate to call. “ Allison reminded.
“ I won’t. “ Five said, giving a reassuring smile.
Five drove back to the cold apartment and sighed. He kicked off his shoes and threw his keys on the counter. Five sat on the couch where he sat with Claire the previous day and just stared into nothingness.
“ Fuck. “
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From: op_fanforall
Disclaimer: I am not the original author of this work. Read more here.
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Request [June 14 2008, 03:05:48 UTC]
"We have to have sex to keep warm" fic. Stranded on a winter island in sub-zero temperatures. Zoro/Usopp or Sanji/Nami.
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Fill 1 | Fill 2 | Fill 3
Top-sopp, baby! [June 17 2008, 01:28:24 UTC]
Usopp can’t figure out why this dumb shit keeps happening to him.
The day started off normally enough. The Strawhats landed on some winter island that had a mysterious past and lost treasure, both of which Robin just had to tell Nami about, who just had blab about it to Luffy, and then the unstoppable force called “Captain-Wanna-Adventure-NOW” was put into motion. And now Usopp was probably going to freeze his balls off. Or die, which ever came first.
Because the (completely fucking insane) natives hadn’t liked pirates snooping around their island, so it was only natural that they had (with great difficulty) captured The Great Captain Usopp and locked him away in some igloo.
Fortunately, his knight in shining armor had wandered onto the scene and, swords-a-gleamin’, beaten up all the baddies. It would have been a successful rescue, except for the fact that said knight lacked a (functional) sense of direction, and now they were stuck in a really cold cave with no hope of finding their ship. Ever.
Usopp shivers and pulls his jacket tighter around body. He can’t help but wonder how long it’s been. Hours probably. Only a bit longer and they’d be sparkly pirate ice sculptures.
Zoro doesn’t look the least bit worried from where he sits across the cave. His eyes are closed and Usopp just knows the swordsman is probably trying to figure out a way to slice cold air, or something equally stupid. That’s pissing Usopp off, since Zoro should be begging for his forgiveness, seeing as Usopp is going to die a virgin and it’s all the first mate’s fault.
Wait, no. If Usopp was about to die without ever setting his eyes on One Piece or meeting his father, then he is so having sex at least once.
And it’s gonna be good.
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Part 2 up later tonight, sorry :)
Top-sopp, baby! Part 2 [June 17 2008, 09:28:32 UTC]
Zoro’s swordsman senses must be getting slightly rusty, because there was no tingling to warn him before Usopp dropped into his lap. Well, there was some tingling but that came from Zoro’s lap, which is strangely filled with Usopp. It’s a nice sort of strange though. Still…
“Why?” Zoro asks with faint curiosity.
“Three reasons:” Usopp replies while unzipping Zoro’s jacket and leaning forward to nip at a tanned collar bone, “we’ve been in here for hours and I’m cold and bored and it’s all your fault.” Usopp bites down on Zoro’s neck to emphasize his last word.
“…That’s four,” Zoro says, just to be to see if he further could irritate the sniper. It works because Usopp’s brown skin flushes bright pink. “Shut up,” he demands before thrusting his tongue into Zoro’s mouth. Zoro’s mouth is warm, he thinks with approval. He wonders if Zoro has warmer parts and decides that undoing the other man’s pants may lead him to the answer.
As Zoro watches Usopp tug down his pants, he briefly wonders if he should inform Usopp that they’d only been in the cave for fifteen minutes, but he forgets everything when Usopp’s tongue flickers out to taste his cock. That’s all he does for a bit, like he’s trying some new food and to figuring out if he likes the flavor and Zoro’s getting harder and more impatient with every lick. So he tugs on Usopp’s hair as if to say “On with it, long nose.” But Usopp just digs his nails into Zoro’s thighs and keeps at it because he’s totally in control and Zoro will be receiving a proper punishment. Then he gets bored and swallows the swordsman’s cock whole.
Zoro is completely hard now, either from the way the sniper keeps humming or from Usopp himself (who was looking rather delicious with his plush lips wrapped around Zoro’s cock). Zoro can feel how close he is. Apparently, so can Usopp because he pulls away so that Zoro’s redden cock comes out with a little ‘pop!’ Usopp then slowly unzips his own coat so that he can unbuckle his overalls. Zoro’s already on the edge and Usopp isn’t helping because he keeps licking his lips (not bad for a last meal, the sniper decides) and he still hasn’t even undone his sash yet.
Top-sopp, baby! Part 3 [June 17 2008, 09:34:05 UTC]
It gets to be too much when Usopp starts sucking on his own fingers in the same way he’d been sucking Zoro’s dick moments before. Zoro reaches forward to relieve himself but freezes when the sniper sends him a look that could sink about a hundred marine ships. “Don’t. Or else.” Zoro groans and he really wants to find out what “Or else” could be until he notices Usopp’s wet fingers disappear underneath his overalls and figures that “Or else” will be coming up soon enough.
Usopp prepares himself, biting his lip in concentration. One finger. Two. But he makes the mistake of looking at Zoro, whose mouth is slightly open and whose cock is huge and weeping and hard and warm, damnit- and Usopp remembers that he might not even live to be sore in the morning, and he honestly doesn’t give a shit anymore.
Zoro watches through half-lidded eyes as Usopp positions himself over his cock. Then (after giving Zoro the sexiest smirk he’s ever seen) he goes all the way down.
Again.
And again.
Zoro’s so warm and the angle’s so perfect- “Touch me,” the Usopp demands, breathless, and Zoro complies, wrapping a calloused hand Usopp’s hardened cock. It only takes a few more strokes before the two of them are shuddering, cuming together.
Usopp rises off of Zoro and then he’s back in the swordsman’s lap again, resting his head on Zoro’s chest and trying to catch his breath. Zoro nestles his nose in Usopp’s hair and they both fall into a deep slumber…
…For five minutes. Because then Sanji bursts into the cave in a “dramatic rescue” sort of way and the sleeping couple wakes up with a start.
Zoro gets up, pissed. “Try knocking on the damn door next, you fucktard.”
“This is a cave, shitty marimo so how could I-” He notices the position his nakama are in, “What the-did you two just have-?”
Usopp gives a little squeak and jumps up in panic. “We had to have sex! We would have frozen to death otherwise!”
“What? Usopp, it’s like thirty-two degrees! Plus you’ve only been lost for a half hour!”
Usopp is shaking all over. “W-wait. So I just…”
And then Zoro actually slaps Usopp’s naked ass and purrs, “Best damn half hour of my life,” before strolling out of the cave.
Meanwhile, Usopp dies a little inside.
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First attempt at writing Zoro and pr0nz, and I totally failed. But not as badly as Usopp did...*evil smirk* Top-sopp, baby! Part 3
#one piece fanfiction#zoro#usopp#zoro x usopp#zosopp#keeping warm#one piece#one piece kink meme#op_fanforall
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Fourth of July - JJ Maybank
Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could get a jj maybank x reader? Where it’s the Fourth of July and the Pogues are celebrating at the chateau. Reader comes in late and sees that jj isn’t hanging out with the others and tries to cheer him up? and they both like each other and you can end it however you want it to? Thank you! And I love your writing!💜
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A rushed “sorry I’m late” fell from your lips as you pushed open the door of the chateau and stepped inside, handing off a bottle of vodka that you’d nabbed from your mom’s stash under the TV stand and kicked off your shoes. Kiara, who took the vodka and placed it on the coffee table along with the other alcohol the six of you had accumulated, wished you a “happy fourth”.
It was then that you realized one of the six of you wasn’t there, “where’s JJ?” You asked, glancing around the room. Despite the holiday, all of you had collectively decided to skip any weekend parties in favor of just hanging out at the chateau together and getting drunk. No chance to get in trouble if you didn’t mingle with tourons and kooks, according to Kiara.
John B shrugged, “think he went down to the jetty.”
“Him and John B got in an argument,” Kiara supplied, shifting in her seat as you moved passed her to get into the cooler sitting beside the couch.
You pulled two beers out and popped the lids off, stepping back around the couch to the door, “I’ll go get him then...I guess?” You asked, lingering in the doorway for a moment. When no one said anything, you headed outside. It was warm even though the sun had already set, the air a little muggy as you walked down to the jetty.
JJ was sitting at the edge, legs hanging over the side as he leaned against the railing, staring out across the marsh. You could see sparklers a couple of yards away, lighting up the dark just barely. The boards of the jetty creaked beneath your flip-flops but JJ didn’t turn to look, keeping his gaze trained away from you.
“Hey,” you sat down next to him, offering the beer you’d grabbed for him. “Well at least I know you aren’t sick,” you teased when he took the bottle, kicking back a large gulp.
“What?” He asked, looking over at you.
“Kie said you were out here instead of partying...thought maybe you were sick or something,” you said. “Is everything okay?”
“Was that a beer test?” He joked, ignoring your question. JJ wasn’t one to ever admit when he was upset though so you weren’t surprised that he skirted the actual topic.
“Yes,” you nodded, “and you passed with flying colors.”
He hummed, taking another sip and then resting his chin on the railing. You weren’t sure if he expected you to sit there and not say anything to him or just go back to the small party inside like everything was fine but you lingered, looking back down the bank to the sparklers at the other house.
If anyone ever asked you, JJ was your best friend. The pogues all had an inseparable bond but you would choose JJ over any of them, no matter what. You’d known him almost as long as John B had. Your home life was a little more stable than JJ’s but just as chaotic. Kiara and Sarah, even Pope, didn’t really understand what it was like to be so deep in the Southside life but you and JJ did.
“My mom said thanks for mowing the lawn, she’s been asking my brother to do it but with his rot-zee training and stuff, he’s been pretty singularly minded.” You mentioned. Joining ROTC had become the most important thing in your brother’s life recently. But still, with twelve people living in a house, it should’ve been easier to get a lawn mowed but your mom had been asking for weeks when JJ finally came over and did it.
“No problem.” He shrugged.
“JJ-”
He sat up a little straighter, looking over at you, “John B’s talking about calling off the gold search.”
“I mean, it was a long shot anyway.” You confessed, knowing that finding gold on the island or even off the coast, was a one in four hundred million chance.
“I don’t care if it was a long shot or if it’s the craziest thing anyone’s ever heard of...a hundred mil, think of what we could do with a hundred mil.” JJ said.
You had offered your help in finding the gold but had told John B that you didn’t want a cut, they could all keep it. Money like that did things to people and it would never really be yours anyway. You could imagine the family that would crawl out of the woodwork for a piece of that. But JJ had sworn that the two of you would split a cut. “We’ll go 50/50, literally.” He had promised.
“JJ-” You tried again.
“We don’t deserve this shit.” JJ said, turning to face you, “you don’t deserve this shit. Come on, you know it. How doesn’t it piss you off to see people like Kie and Sarah get whatever the fuck they want whenever they want it? That should be you.”
“Maybe...but it’s not.” You shrugged, “I mean, those guys that came after us are dangerous JJ, I don’t think calling it off is such a crazy option.”
“Who gives a shit about them.”
“I do! I would rather have you here, safe, than be dead because we were trying to find some buried treasure that no one else was ever able to find.” You replied, shifting closer to him, “you’re my best friend and the thought of something happening to you...literally kills me.”
“Nothing’s gonna happen.” JJ replied. “We find the gold, we take our cut and get the hell out of the obx.” He reasoned. “Come on...you can’t leave me hanging here.”
You sighed, taking a sip of your beer and trying not to think that JJ was technically right. The two of you had nothing to lose by going after the gold, if you could convince John B to get back in the game, and JJ sincerely believed that if anyone could convince him it was you, then there was a very real possibility that you would be set for life. JJ joked about going full kook if he got the money but, if nothing else, having money meant having power. Power over people who had treated him like shit in the past and the power to take care of you.
“I’ll talk to John B.” You promised. “But tonight, lets just...have a good party?”
“Yeah, alright.” He nodded. “I don’t wanna go in yet.”
“Do you wanna be alone?” You asked, hopefully that he didn’t.
“Maybe we could just stay out here together for a while?” He suggested.
“Anything you want.”
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POKES YOU POKES YOU POKES YOUR tell me abt your wips <333 super interested in ink's awakening and ALSO,,,,, any tidbits of info you could give me about niko and link <33
for this ask meme. anyone else who sees this, feel free to send an ask if anything catches your eye! and ty hyper for my life <3
i’m gonna post a snippet about niko and link first, assuming u mean link & niko leaving new hyrule bc i love it sm and want some of it to see the light of day kdfjgnjd disclaimer that i haven’t really edited this at all :’)
premise is that link feels restless and wants go sailing again, he and niko are around mid-late 20s and New Hyrule is becoming decently established. i have like 2300 words written in the doc for it, this is just the beginning >:)
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Link thought he was safe, that he hadn't been seen. But apparently he'd lost some of his sneaking ability in the years since settling in New Hyrule, because hurried steps crunched along the shore toward him.
"Link?? What the hell are you doing out here so late?" an incredulous whisper hissed behind him.
"I'm leaving."
"On your own? Does Tetra know?"
"Duh, I'm not an idiot."
"What about Aryll?"
". . . She'll figure it out."
Niko stared at him, stunned, and nearly shouted, "You didn't tell Aryll!?"
"Shh!" Link rushed to cover Niko's mouth with his hands.
Niko slapped them away and lowered his voice to an angry hiss, "You're the only family she has and you're just leaving?”
Link huffed as he turned back to the S.S. Linebeck, "She'll be fine, Niko, she has-"
"Link," Niko ground out through his teeth. This argument was going nowhere. Link took a breath, trying to avoid escalating this into a shouting match.
"You can't change my mind about this, Niko." Link finally looked at his friend properly to find wide, wet eyes staring up at him beneath the angry furrow of his brow and oh, gods, if Niko cries… Link straightened his shoulders as he turned to fully face the shorter man. Much softer than he intended, Link repeated himself. "I'm leaving."
Niko worked his jaw for a few moments, staring at Link, until-
"I'm coming with you."
Link blinked.
"What? No you aren't."
"Yes I am, you big octo bastard. Someone has to make sure you don't get yourself killed. Give me 20 minutes."
With that, Niko ran back to his house, presumably to pack his things, leaving a stunned Link on the dock.
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what if.. niko and link went sailing together and fell in love... haha just kidding....... unless? KDFNGKJD they mean sm to me and its CRIMINAL that like there isn’t any content about them. niko gave link bombs theyre practically soulmates HELLO!!! in this fic they’ll have some shenanigans and close calls and a fun lil adventure exploring the sea <3 also yes they’re stealing the ss linebeck bc linebeck’s out exploring new hyrule for treasure. link’s been maintaining it in his absence n hes just like ok u know what? free ship. byeeee
gonna put the stuff about ink's awakening under a read more bc talking about it might reveal major spoilers about exit/corners, a free browser puzzle/mystery vn that you can play in its entirety HERE. I highly encourage everyone to play it bc it’s amazing and free :]
ok so the ink’s awakening stuff is basically just like.. a universe swap? bc e/c and link’s awakening have similar aspects, especially in the beginning and the general premise. ink and link both wake up in a strange bed with a pretty girl, fall in love with her, and have to go through many puzzles and near-death experiences and such in order to leave... and then 🙊🙊🙊
i really just wanted to doodle ink+aether and link+marin in each others outfits and cutscenes bc like it would just be so good! marin is so wild she would do so well in a death game vn, she’d finally be allowed to say fuck. and aether is so sweet she deserves to have a nice little island life <333 here are aether and marin’s outfit swap doodles i’ve already done, i love them so much
i havent had the chance to do ink and link yet but here are lil doodles kdfjngkd
the text says “well, this is awkward!��, one of the first dialogue options in e/c and it makes me laugh every time i love ink so much <333 and imagining him saying that after being shipwrecked on a remote island is even funnier KJDFNGD and link in a lil detective coat and scarf like.. how can u not want that in ur life!! link is a master puzzle solver and he would do amazingly well in exit/corners (exit/koholint hehe)
ty again for the ask!! <3333
#bob wip#asks#answer#hyper-circuit-official#ask meme#loz#wind waker#link#niko#marin#exit/corners#exit/corners spoilers#e/c#ink greer#aether irving#loz ww#nikolink#legend of zelda#crossover#loz la
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PGATW Part 3
Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x OC (fem!reader)
Summary: The avengers take a vacation to a private island rental off of the Georgia coast! You now have an opportunity to spend time with your new family, especially Wanda and Natasha.
Word Count: 2.5K
Check out my main post for links to the rest of the parts. Two parts in one day cause why not.
Fifteen minutes past the hour mark, everyone was finally in the common area. You had your large, musty green duffle bag and your dinosaur backpack ready to go at your feet, as well as your apple juice and chocolate croissant in hand. Natasha and Wanda rolled their eyes at you when they walked in and saw your breakfast choices, but you just laughed.
They both shared one big black duffle bag, as well as their own backpacks. Nat had black jean shorts and a tight red top, while Wanda had on black sweats and a white sweatshirt. You had on black cargo pants with a black spaghetti strap top so that your dino pack didn't clash with your outfit. That was very important to you.
While you were focused on your croissant, Wanda leans down over you behind the couch. "You were looking really hot until I noticed that kids pack you have there, Talia."
You turned to her, offended that she criticized your friend. "His name is Pablo, Wanda."
"No, don't worry," she smiled and returned to whisper next to your ear. "It's just cute now." You grumbled in response, even though you liked the endearment. You turn to offer a bad comeback to the Sokovian, but Tony beats you to any talking.
"Alright, Avengers. I guess you might like to know where this island is, but seeing as we're 15 minutes late, I don't care. There's a bus in the garage to take us to the upstate campus to get our flight out of here. Get there." Everyone was slightly surprised to see how organized Tony was, but nonetheless they all headed to the elevator. "Suitcases under the bus unless they're carry ons! And no teleporting, Talia!"
Without a second thought, you turned immediately to Peter.
"BUS BUDDIES!" The two of you ran to hug before a voice stopped you.
"Actually, I was hoping I could sit with Peter," Natasha said as the large group waited for the even larger elevator, most people not really paying attention to the conversation. You looked at Natasha and Wanda who both acted like everything was normal, and then at Peter who clearly had no idea what was going on.
"Uh... ok?" You were confused, but Nat looked rather confident in herself, so you didn't fight it.
"Just for the bus ride, Talia." She added, everyone now stepping into the elevator. "You can have him back after. I just wanna get to know him a bit since we didn't spend too much time together during the SRP." She smiled.
"No- yeah that's totally cool. "I guess that leaves me with Wanda, then?" You looked at the Sokovian.
"I would love to sit with you, Talia." Your cheeks tinged at the accent again as you returned a warm look to the Avenger.
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Finally, after enough struggle, the bus was pulling out of the tower garage and onto the open streets of the city. You requested a window seat, which Wanda happily gave, but Peter and Natasha were too far in the back for you two to converse with.
"Why did Nat want to sit with Peter so bad?" You begin.
"To be honest with you Talia, I actually suggested that Natasha sit with Peter. I think it would be better for the details to be re-told through him, though. Sorry if you don't like secrets, and I can tell you now, I just think there is a better way to approach the topic, and that is through him." She sighed, and you tried your best to understand.
"Alright I guess. I mean I trust you... so I will leave it at that. The drive isn't that bad anyways."
"I admire the way you think, Talia." The accent makes your toes curl again, and the Sokovian pauses. "You like it when I say your name, don't you?" You turn to meet eyes, face red. "Talia?" Your stomach turns and all you can do is hum in response. "Admit that you like it."
"Shut up."
"Ok." Wanda closes her mouth and faces the front of the bus.
"Wait- no- i didn't mean stop talking..."
She raises an eyebrow.
"I just- i meant stop teasing me."
Wanda laughed. "There's nothing wrong with liking my accent, Talia. It's cute." You smile.
"Thanks... I think." You blush.
"Alright so..." She starts a new conversation. "Tell me about yourself." This catches you off guard.
"Huh?" You scrunch up your face and Wanda laughs.
"C'mon, Talia! Tell me about yourself! I already know that you love dinosaurs and that you think black coffee drinkers are alien... and I know that you are bold, yet shy when it comes to those you care about. I can't confidently say anything else, so tell me about yourself." She makes eye contact with you and you both blush.
The prompt makes you think.
"Well, I'll start by touching up on a few of those. I do love dinosaurs, but I don't think that black coffee drinkers are alien. I know that they are alien." Wanda rolls her eyes. "And I'm shy because feelings aren't my forte. Im scared to lose people, but once I open up to them and I know they're gonna stick around... all hell breaks loose." The Sokovian laughs, and you begin to treasure that sound.
"Alright, so what else." She gave all of her attention to you.
You short-circuited, so you started listing random things.
"Well my favorite color is black, but secretly it's pink. I love a good sunset, but I like sun rises more cause not as many people see them, and it feels more intimate. Besides sunrises, I normally don't wake up too early, but more when my body wakes up. I hate sleeping in past 10:00 though, cause by then, you've already wasted a half of a day, unless you're spending that morning with someone else. I really like-"
"Are you saying you would want to sleep in with Nat and me?" She smirked.
All you can respond with is a grin before slowly returning to the conversation.
"I love big hugs and back scratches, and I like it when people play with my hair. I do value my personal space, though, so my alone time is important." Wanda nodded, happy to be learning so much about you. You slowed down your thoughts even more. "I-" You paused. "And the most important values that I seek in people, including myself, are honesty and empathy." You locked eyes with Wanda. "Above everything." She slowly reached to tuck a lose piece of hair behind your ear.
"Is that all you want to share?" She nearly whispered, stealing a glance or two at your lips.
"For now..." you replied at the same volume before glancing around the bus to see if anyone was paying attention to you. When you decided that you were in the clear, you sat back down in your seat and pulled Wanda over to you to give her a slow, soft kiss. The two of you felt like kids again, hiding from the adults as you made out in the seats of the bus.
Meanwhile, in the back of the vehicle, Natasha finally started talking to Peter.
"So Peter," She started, a small smirk on her face. Everyone who was someone could tell how nervous he was to have Natasha Romanoff happily sitting next to him. He gulped as he awkwardly closed the laptop and turned to face the assassin.
"Yeah, Nat? What-What's up?" He tried to sneak a glance at you, but since both of you had window seats, he couldn't see.
"I wanted to talk to you about Talia."
"Uhm, ok... yeah what about?"
"Well, I'm sure she told you already about Wanda and me." He nodded, so Nat continued. "I know you two are very close, and I am genuinely happy for you... both Wanda and I. I'm happy that you have a friend on this team finally." She paused and he nodded. "But we were hoping that we could steal Talia for the vacation. Or at least spend some time with her. It's just hard since i'm on missions so often and Wanda is constantly training and busy running the SRP, so these next two weeks are a rare opportunity for the two of us, and we both really want to spend that time getting to know Talia before our lives get crazy again." She finished, honestly a little nervous to be asking Peter for permission. There wasn't much of a break in the conversation, though.
"Actually... yeah. That's..... kind of what I hoped would happen."
Natasha tilted her head in question.
"Mr. Stark already talked to me about it."
The assassin's eyes widened.
"No! Not- not about the relationship. About the two weeks. Uhh... he actually told me that he wanted to spend the time with me to teach me some stuff." He thinned his lips.
"Oh... ok. What about Pepper?"
"She's excited for some alone time, supposedly."
"Ok, then... that works out perfectly." Nat, a little surprised that the conversation went so well, sat back in her seat to face the front. Only a few minutes went by before Peter spoke again, though.
"I didn't know Wanda ran the SRP."
Natasha raised an eyebrow, happy to be getting closer to Peter. She wanted to be a part of your life and accepted into it as much as possible. "Yeah. She and Pietro started it after Ultron. They felt it was their duty to help whoever they put in harm's way. They're a non-profit that get donations from global organizations including SHIELD to aid in the re-stabilization of Sokovia and many other places that we fucked up." Her voice nearly cut off at the end as her throat thickened a little, but she held it together.
"That's awesome, Natasha."
"Yeah, it is, right? Wanda is incredibly selfless and caring, and she amazes me every day."
"She's lucky to have you and Talia."
That caught Nat completely off guard. "Thank you, Peter. I mean it." He smiled, but took a deep breath before asking another question.
"Hey, Nat,"
"Yeah Peter?"
"Do you think Wanda would mind if I interviewed her for a school project? My leadership class at the university is going to have a big non-profit study when we return to school in the fall and we're supposed to find a non-profit to create a fundraising event for, and I think it would be really cool if I could do it for the SRP. The goal is to build leadership skills through organizing and meeting people to talk to, and I think I would like to work with her."
Nat thought it over for a moment.
"Peter,"
"Yeah Nat?"
"I think she would love that."
"Really! Awesome." He smiled, wanting to hug the redhead, but not knowing if they were that close yet.
"In fact, I think you should go ask her right now."
"Oh... now?"
"No time like the present, Peter."
"Uh... ok. You're right." He hopped over Natasha and into the isle of the motor coach. "Could you hand me my computer?" Natasha smiled as she reached into his bag.
"Tell Talia to get her cute ass back here."
He blushed with slight embarrassment. "...right." Natasha watched as he walked towards the front of the bus with ease, stopping at one of the seats near the end of the isle.
"Hey, Talia," You had your head rested on Wanda's shoulder when you heard Peter behind you. Sitting up, you see he has his computer with him, leaving you confused.
"What's up, Web Kid?" You rubbed your eyes, the Sokovian looking just as confused as you were.
"I was wondering if you could switch with me for a bit. I actually wanted to talk to Wanda about something." Now you we're definitely confused.
"I don't know anything about this, I promise." Wanda turned to you.
"Uhh... sure..." You hopped over her legs. "Have at it, I guess." With many questions remaining, you grabbed your dino pack and headed to the back.
"Hey Natasha." You smiled as you swung over into Peter's old seat. "So why did Peter kick me out? Not that I'm unhappy to be here, I'm just confused. It's not about that thing that Wanda wouldn't tell me about, right?" Natasha giggled.
"No, Peter actually wanted to ask Wanda if he could work with her for his leadership class at the university."
"Oh, his big project! He was so worried about finding a non-profit, and I totally forgot that Wanda co-headed the operation! I think they're actually going to get along really well, Nat. I'm excited to hear about it later. And you should come to the fundraising event whenever it happens! I know he would love to see you there."
"Ok..." Natasha stares at you sweetly.
"What?" You jokingly punch her arm. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Nothing... it's just... you care a lot. Seeing other people happy makes you happy, and you're passionate for the ones you love. You have a good heart, Talia."
You stare at her, not knowing how to respond to her words.
"So," Natasha fills the silence again. "What did you and Wanda talk about over there?"
Without even coming up with an answer to her question, you pulled her into a rough kiss before the conversation could change. Natasha seem surprised at first, but eased up shortly after. You softened up too, kissing her slowly once before pulling away.
"What was that for?" She blushed, looking down into her lap.
"What you said... it was kind. Thank you."
"Yeah well don't get used to it. I'm not normally that mushy."
"No, I bet you are." You giggled and poked her side. "No, I bet you like it, too. I bet you like being called cute and I bet the pet name 'baby' makes you weak." Natasha glares at you, cheeks red. She hasn't told you to stop yet though, so you decide to take it up a notch, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "I bet you like being topped and willingly giving the lead over to someone else for a change... that you like not being the one in charge for once." She shivered, and you smirked. Slowly, though, Natasha turned her own head to put her lips up to your own ear.
"Well I bet you like it when i'm in charge, Talia. I bet you like being called 'good girl' and I bet you dream about taking orders from me and Wanda. Kiss me, Talia. Touch me. Run your fingers through my cunt, Talia. Fuck me, Talia." Your entire soul shut down, not knowing how to respond to that. Your eyes somehow meet, and your face burns. She was right... I did like that.
"It seems I've forgotten already," she continues, returning to a normal volume, "but what was it you said you talked about with Wanda?"
Thank the gods the drive was almost over.
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D&D Quotes Without Context
Treasure Island edition, Chapter 2
gnome shakes the sheet of tin, whinnies like a horse
"Is he gonna follow us the whole time?"
"I'm on retainer."
"Okay, who in their right mind would name an ocean-going vessel 'Poseidon's An Ass'?"
"It should be...Neptune Uranus."
OOC: He's along because it's an excuse to study the region, to help Meflina by finishing her obligation (and potentially finding her people) and, oh yeah, fuck flint.
OOC2: Neither is Cookie, he's going because he just feels that strange pull of instinct. Like fate, or destiny, or cheese.
MJ: "It’s okay. The real treasure was the times we got baked along the way."
OOC: This entire voyage is just a McDonalds run.
OOC2: We get there and the treasure is nothing but countless packets of Szechuan sauce.
"NO PATHETIC BOX CAN HOLD ME!"
"Some people can sleep anywhere."
Today you woke up, hung over with a loxodon Butler offering you a hangover cure.
“Is there an actual Elephant Man or am I still unbelievably high?”
"Well I mean he's not pink, that's a strong case he's real."
“He’s not pink?”
"From Jeeve's manners, I am optimistic we haven't been press-ganged... again."
"Thank you, Jeeves...Ugh, this cure had best take effect soon, else I'd think I was in Ra... Is that the forking gnome again?" he asks, sighting a familiar sheet of tin ready to by waved.
Janus looks around...."Raven....LOAF."
“They don’t like it when you taunt them.”
"I smell Funions. I have no idea what that is but I recognize the smell."
"It's not the first time I...didn't remember the night before.... "
“It’s been a week.”
You get the feeling if she wasn't so sweet an innocent, Melfina'd have enough blackmail material on the lot of you to own your souls.
"They're paying you to do that thing with your room."
"I've told you Maria, but Orange Crush does not prevent scurvy."
"What jobs are for the professor and I, given Amber already knows the secrets of palm tree and coconut technology?"
“At The Institute for Arcane Learning they had a term for this kind of thing. Bullshit.”
"There is one more item: that we are to watch for a man with a wooden leg named Smith. We don't know if thats the man or the leg, but be on guard for either."
"Oh please tell me we didn't hire on the advice of a little man who lives in a finger..."
“Probably the fairy that lives in my hat. She keeps Dingo Company when I sleep.” MJ takes off her knit cap and under it is a tiny glowing woman in a gold bikini. “I… uh… I don’t ask her to dress like that.”
"Oh dear, Archie doing hiring. It's gonna be my brothers bachelor party all over again. He still has a restraining order."
"Yes, onto who meet the crew, find out whom, after we've slept well, will mostly likely try to kill us in the morning..."
The Doctor tells you a little about the Captain he hired. "Captain Glenn Kermit is a kind but strict captain, has many years of naval command under his belt. Is normally quite polite but has a temper like a raging volcano when angered."
The carriage doors open to reveal: A rather diminutive Grung in a perfectly tailored Captain's uniform.
Cookie: "...that...is a very small..volcano."
"Big things come in small packages." Janus says, standing at attention.
Magnus does likewise, and only looks more like some foul wizard whose lair is being knocked over by teenaged adventurers.
"Cookie... I cook."
You are now suddenly very aware of the whip the First Mate has at her side.
MJ looks at the whip. “Ah, that’s how we’re running the ship. I’ll make sure to order extra rum and lubricant.”
Boss makes a dollar, MJ makes a dime. That’s why she buys weed to sell on company time.
[Muppet Treasure Island role-call]
“It could be worse.”
First Mate: "The Bull Buggering Bishop of Bath and Wells?"
“Here!”
“Okay, it could not be worse.”
"[Gnome]'s under contract. We can't touch him."
"Well I mean they are just names. You can't judge a book by its title as they say."
“One of them in named ‘Actual Cannibal Shia LaBouf.’”
Many of the crew duck out of sight in fear.
Cookie is still ducked. While standing.
"No, I've been at sea long enough to keep a close eye on a bosun who hires a crew like that. He is plotting something."
"Shoot him first come the mutiny. Got it."
"Well at the moment it seems the crew are well in hand either terrified of our Chaplin, or quite pleased by our food quality."
Suddenly there's a strange scent on the breeze... its almost like coffee? You see the large ship is flying a black flag, a pirate crossbones on a coffee mug.
The Captain stands on the deck and shouts. "All hands to battle stations! I know that flag!"
"You don't mean.... it can't be..."
He glares at the ship. "Yes, The Mad Pirate Wilkins!"
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Here to distract you!! Today was my birthday (Scorpio pals? Scorpio pals) and I got a bakugo iron on patch for my Jean jacket and had a sweet red velvet cupcake now I’m started to get ready for the big animal crossing update coming this Friday! Are you excited?! Any new plans for your island?! I once thought about how Deku would be the biggest one to get into animal crossing with you and would manage those turnip prices LIKE A CHAMP while bakugo would pretend to not be interested until you come home one day and find him trying to catch bugs and already has a villager he wants you to kick out
Okay have a super magical day and know you’re wonderful and worth millions of bells 💖
SCORPIO PALS 🎉 but omg happy birthday keds!!!!!!!!! i hope you’re having an amazing day!!!!!! here’s to a lifetime of birthdays spent with people you love, eating things you enjoy. 💖🎉🌷🌿 (also your bakugou patch sounds cool as SHIT 🥺)
i am SO jazzed for animal crossing update, it’s mostly why i want chapter four done LMFAO because i will be UNREACHABLE once the update is downloaded :’) i don’t have any major overhaul plans though!!!! i love my little island as is — covered in trees and flowers — that the most i’m gonna do to it is like, push some of the flowers out of the way for the veggies. or move a few things for those temple-y ruins the Happy Home Designer update has!!!!!
but please. 😭 i need a Deku to hit the turnip stocks for me. 😭😭 but i wouldn’t let Bakugou kick out ANY villagers 🥺😡 Fuck off asshole, go make your own island and be mean there. (i would, however, run around and help him catch bugs because it’s one of my favourite things to do in the game!! i currently have a pocket full of 1 x snail, 2 x beetles, 1 x butterfly, 1 x seahorse AND 1 x sardine and occasionally i like to show them off!!).
i hope YOU have a magical day, Keds. 🥺🌷🎉💕 Happy Birthday — you’re a treasure, and I am glad you are here. 💗💌
#ofmermaidstories-asks#kedsandtubesocks: oh how she rocks#i love AC so much its my de-stressor 😔#i like making my little islander run around my island hearing her little footsteps like sWISH SWISH#and sometimes i take myself on aquarium dates and just sit in the big fishe room
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