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kolsmikaelson · 2 months

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— AEMOND TARGARYEN NSFW ALPHABET

NOTES — i’m sure this has been done but i personally haven’t read one for aemond so here we are :) this is completely canon aemond (as in non au aem) and if not it’s specified

WARNINGS — 18+ nsfw content, fem!reader, not proofread, mentions of canon typical incest

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

doesn’t really know what aftercare is but is so in love with you he’ll do anything you ask of him. whether it be run you a bath or just hold you for a while he doesn’t mind either way.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

idk if this counts as a body part exactly but his hair. aemond doesn’t love his appearance but his hair is something that he’s truly proud of and he loves it! but he loves your smile and your tits. he loves making sly little comments to see your smile and the feeling he gets when he sees a necklace he’d gifted you resting just above your cleavage is unexplainable

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves it when you cum all over his face. he’ll eat you out for hours on end just to have your cum smeared all over the lower half of his face

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

like the nasty mf he is, he’s fantasized of sharing you with someone else. whether that be aegon, jace or even daemon he just loves the idea taking you apart like that and knowing that at the end of the day you’re all his

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not very experienced. after the, incident, with aegon when he was younger he vowed to save himself for whomever he married. he was happy to have his firsts (or most of) with you. it was worth the wait in his mind

F = Favorite position ( goes without saying)

whenever you’re riding him. he loves the easy access to your clit and your tits, groping and sucking on them any chance he gets

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

if we’re talking canon aemond, he’s very serious. he takes it as a way to show his love but also his dominance in a way. but if we’re talking modern!aemond, he’s mostly goofy. he just loves fucking you no matter what the circumstances are

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

not groomed well at all, he’s got a full on bush

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

it depends on the circumstances. if he were jealous, it’s all teeth clashing and hips snapping against yours but if it were your wedding night for instance, he’s slow and loving and sweet

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

never did it much, he didn’t see the appeal. he wasn’t usually attracted to any of the women he’d see around but once he met you it was like he couldn’t catch up on all those years that he’d missed before meeting you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

choking is one of his big ones. and size kink is another

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

in the shadows in the hallways, he loves the thrill he gets knowing you could get caught. and he swears that you cum harder then rather than when you’re in your shared chambers

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

the sight of you wearing any jewelry he’s gifted you, or you using any gift he’s gotten you as well. you doing the little things for him, brushing his hair, braiding it at night, gently taking his eyepatch off

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i don’t think theres much he wouldn’t try at least one time if you wanted to, but no piss kink. it grosses him out and he wants nothing to do with it

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

prefers giving! he gets plenty of pleasure just from pleasing you and if he does get a blowjob he’ll be happy but if not it doesn’t bother him too much

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and rough, usually. but if you’re alone in your chambers for the night, he’ll take his sweet time tearing you apart

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

kind of obsessed with them, he loves fucking you in the hallways so it kind of has to be quick

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

decently into taking risks, just nothing that’ll hurt you too much or leave any lasting marks on your body

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he lasts a decent amount of time, but he’s hard and ready to go again quickly

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

canon aemond isn’t very into the idea of something else other than him giving you pleasure, that’s his job. but modern aemond? whew that’s a different story

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

aemond doesn’t really tease you too much, but he likes it when you tease him, although he’d never admit it

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not too loud, he mostly grunts and groans. trying to keep it down so that he can hear your moans rather than his own

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

some days he prefers you taking charge and babying him, he feels such a weight taken off his shoulders knowing you’re there for him

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s hung, like it’s fucking huge

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

higher than you’d expected, but just above average

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he forces himself to stay awake until he hears your soft snores, he doesn’t like going to sleep knowing you’re still awake

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ilovehugslikealotalot · 2 months

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The Woman she Is

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req: maybe just a tiny one-shot? I know you’re win the middle of writing many fics so no pressure. But Ava Coleman x fem!reader? Where r and Ava have been in a relationship and no one knew bc it was secret, r has a daughter and just loves Ava, even calling her Mom. You can decide the kids name maybe she could be mixed? but basically one day the kid has like a bad day and won’t talk to Miss Howard and finally gets r to try and talk to her but she wants to talk to Ava. (I haven’t seen anyone write for mom!ava) idk what else. But I’m just in the mood for mom Ava. Also, please put mom figure Melissa to y/n and Mel has her happy ending in relationships :,)

Been waving this one off for a while so here ya go anon! :)

Their daughter’s name is Hallie and it’s implied that she’s mixed.

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“I even cut your strawberries into hearts!” Ava exclaimed placing a plate of pancakes in front of Hallie, she also put some fruit on the plate and a placed a small glass of orange juice on the table. “Tank you, mom!” She smiled, she ate her breakfast quickly, throughly enjoying her strawberries and taking nibbles of her pancake at a time. Y/n was upstairs getting ready, already having eaten. Ava was packing the little girls lunch, making sure to put her water bottle in the pocket of her backpack.

“Good morning to my two favorite girls!” Y/n smiled, placing her bag down on one of the chairs placing a kiss on Hallie’s bunny cheeks. “Good morning, Mama!” “Good morning, baby”

Y/n also placed a small peck on Ava’s lips, she might’ve been stubborn and might not do her job sometimes, but she really cared for the kids, she always wanted to be a mom.

Now, that dream has come true, she’s a mom to the cutest daughter, though, she might not be hers biologically that didn’t stop the little girl from calling her Mom. The best part was she gets to help raise this little girl with the love of her life. She may have been a player but she knew when she saw y/n that she was the one. As cheesy as it sounds, Ava couldn’t have fallen faster or harder. Falling for y/n was like falling face first into pavement for Ava.

They all got into Ava’s car, Hallie sat in her booster seat and happily played on her iPad as they drove to the school. Her backpack, sat next to her the sequins shining in the sunlight. Ava never thought that she was gonna actually fall in love with one of her Co-workers. She’d flirt, yes, but never actually date any of them. That was were y/n came in, she transferred to Abbott as a new first grade teacher. She charmed everyon

Ava was playing ‘Pick Up Your Feelings’ by Jazmine Sullivan, it was one of her favorites, actually. Even Hallie seemed to have learned some of the lyrics from how many times Ava’s played it. Though, if anything, Ava listens to Beyoncé the most.

You need to hurry and pick up your, ooh, feelings While I'm up cleaning

Boy please (boy please, oh) I don't need you (I don't need you)

Y/n let a smile take over her face as she looked out her window, nothing could’ve ruined this moment. Everything she could’ve needed was right here. Her life was perfect as it was and she wouldn’t change it for anything.

Her job might’ve not been a six figure paying job but it brought her memories that were priceless, her job might’ve been stressful but it helped the next generation. She couldn’t have wished for anything more. “You okay, baby?” Ava asked, placing a hand on her thigh, the principal’s brows furrowed, stealing a glance at her girlfriend.

”Yeah, just a little tired, I could go for some coffee right now” The woman yawned, regretting her choice of just drinking orange juice. Ava smirked, she made a U-turn to Starbucks, “We have some extra time anyway so why not make a pit stop?” Hallie giggled in the back, “Can I get a cake pop, pwease!”

Y/n nodded, she thought it was cute when she got lazy and forgot to pronounce the ‘L’ sound. It seemed like yesterday she couldn’t talk at all. “Well, I already know what to get everyone, then!”

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Ava made jokes about how the barista looked like 50 cent the whole ride to Abbott. They arrived a little bit early but they didn’t mind, Getting out of the car, Ava unbuckled Hallie out of her seat. “Ready for school, lil’ curly fry?” She smiled, chuckled as she tousled the little girl’s curly hair that was nicely slicked back into a half up, half down hairdo.

Hallie threw up a thumbs up, holding Ava’s hand and y/n’s in the other, not many cars were parked in the lot. The three entered the only person visible was Mr. Johnson.

He nodded at the to grown woman and smiled at the little girl. It was safe to say that Mr. Johnson was Hallie’s favorite person at school, besides Mel and Barb.

Ava gave y/n a soft kiss, and gave Hal a peck on the forehead. “Have a good day, you two” she said before walking to the break room, y/n unlocked her classroom door, letting Hallie in, she flicked on the lights. She usually just let her color until the bell rang signaling that she needed to go to Barb’s class.

“I have to go to the break room, will you be okay by yourself for a few minutes?” Y/n asked, placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. The little girl nodded, her attention not faltering from her coloring page.

Leaving her classroom, she trusted her young daughter to finish the coloring page, quickly coming into the break room she grabbed a donut happily munching down on the sweet treat, “There ya are! Was wondering you was! Where’s the kid?” Melissa questions, looking around to make sure she wasn’t hiding. Y/n laughed, leaning against the counter, “In my room, I’ll go grab her for you”

Being a woman of her word, the teacher walked back to her class, before she reached the door she heard a thud and a “uh oh..”

Y/n hurried into the room to see Hallie standing next to her desk, a cup in hand. She tried hiding the coffee puddle that was clearly on the ground, even her clothes were stained a dark brown color.

“Hal..what did you do!” She exclaimed, picking up the little girl and sitting her on the chair, quickly cleaning up the mess. “I’m sorry Mama, I didn’ mean to” her little head fell to her lap, seeing her clothes now ruined, she pouted, hating when she made her mama upset.

“It’s alright, sweet girl. Just be more careful, okay?” She cooed, kissing her cheek with a smile to let her know she wasn’t upset. “Go see your Mom while I clean this up,” the girl nodded, hopping off the chair and hurriedly running out of the classroom.

On the way, Hallie saw Melissa she waved and hugged the second grade teacher, “Mornin’ to you too, kid” she said sweetly, missing the coffee stains on the child’s clothes. Continuing her journey to her Mom’s office, she knocked and spoke in between the crack between the door and frame. “Mommy!” She called, the sounded muffled by the metal, shuffling was heard on the other side, Ava opened the door with a sweet smile.

A cough was heard behind the girl, The principal lifted her head to see a whole camera crew behind her. “Oh, damn” she let her jaw drop, ushering her daughter into the office, she stared the crew down as they all wore shocked faces.

“Go on doing whatever it is y’all do”

Ava closed the door, turning to the little girl who was sitting in her chair looking at the picture of Y/n, Hallie, and Ava. It was the picture they took at when they had gone on vacation last year. “You like it, baby girl?” She chuckled, grabbing some news clothes in the makeshift closet The principal made in her closet. It was quite impressive how she could hardly do her job as a principal but somehow renovate a old storage room into a high fashion closet in less than a day.

Hallie quickly got her clothes on, hugging the taller woman tightly. “Bye Mommy!” Though the morning was joyful and peaceful, since the coffee accident Hallie’s little day went tragically wrong. She had miss placed her lunch, hurt her knee during P.E., she couldn’t color inside the lines, She couldn’t even sleep during nap time because this girl in her class sleep kicked, At lunch time. Miss Howard had sat the little girl down.

“Sweetheart, what’s the matter? You’ve been upset all day!” She exclaimed, listening intently for an answer, the little girl only crossed arms and huffed, realizing she had no other way to get her to crack due to y/n being in a meeting. She brought her to the break room, “Melissa, help me with this one. Do you want to tell Aunt Mel what’s the matter?” Hal only, hugged into the red headed teacher, “Oh, hon..what’s got you in all worked up, huh?” She asked, Hallie finally spoke up huffing, she really did have her mothers attitude.

“I want my Mommy!” She pouted, crossing her arms, Barb groaned, “She’s more stubborn than her Mother, but we can’t get y/n she’s in a meeting!”

No one on the staff had figured out y/n was dating Ava let alone it was serious, Hallie had done a pretty good job keeping it on the down low too. Everyone didn’t really put two and two together when they’d see Ava coming out of her car with y/n. Now that Melissa thinks about it, maybe they’re not bestfriends.

Though, Melissa couldn’t jump to conclusions, “Well, I dunno, I guess we’ll-” Melissa was interupted by the sound of a familar sound of yawning as the breakroom door opened, “Oh hello, you three! Everything alright?” Y/n said, dropping her keys and lanyard on the counter, ripping open a granola bar that she had grabbed from the shelf.

“She’s been upset all day and won’t tell anybody the reason why..” Melissa cooed, booping th kindergarteners nose, she only cuddled closer and pouted even more, “she says she wants her Mommy, so here ya go!” The redhead stood up placing the little girl in her mothers arms, y/n sighed knowing it wasn’t her that she wanted.

Y/n comtemplated fessing up, Ava and had had been keeping it under wraps for so long, so surely, they’ll understand. Melissa was like y/n’s work mom, or real mom actually.

”Okay, don’t make a big deal out of this..but i’m dating Ava! Surprise!” Y/n smiled, Barb’s face dropped in shocked, Mel lit up, “I KNEW IT!” she exclaimed, clapping her hand together and jabbing her finger in the younger teachers direction.

Really, the young woman thought their reactions would be more complicated, Well, at least Barb’s. She just kept standing their with her mouth agape. As if the two had been stalking, Janine and Jacob stumbled in, “GREGORY OWES ME!” Jacob squealed, Janine happily shuffled from side to side with that big smile. Gregory stands speechless, looking at the two who’ve dragged him into another one of their adventures.

“Well, I’m gonna take this one to Ava, see y’all!”

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“Well, a knock would’ve been nice but come in wit’ yo’ fine self” Ava smirked, biting her lower lip as she eyed her up and down. Y/n rolled her eyes, “what? Acting like you can give me attitude knowing I can eat that body up like Megan Thee Stallion” She slapped her hand on her desk, laughing hard at her own joke. Y/n huffed, closing her eyes trying to hold onto any piece of patience she had left with her girlfriend, someday she really might explode from these jokes. In the mean time, she’ll secretly like them.

“Why you huffin’ and puffin’ like a choo-choo train?” She asked, y/n went to go tell her the reason why she was even in here but Ava was determined in finishing. “Chugga, Chugga, CHOO CHOO!” She howled and slapped her knee, almost falling out of her chair, Hallie began to laugh too. “You kinda do soun’ like a train, Mama” Ava smirked as y/n groaned, “That’s my lil’ curly fry!” She laughed, opening her arms up for the little girl. Hallie giggled, squealing when the principal would tickle her sides.

Y/n’s frustrations quickly disappeared, it had only been 6 months, yet, Ava’s changed so much. They’d been dating for 4 months, only recently did Hallie start saying Mom to Ava. Now that y/n takes a moment to see the impact this woman had on her life and the little human she called her daughter she melted.

Maybe Melissa was wrong for once. They may think that Ava’s rude or stupid for not doing her job, but she cared, no doubt about it. She’d Show softness here and there but never frequently, Lord help them if she ever was caught being nice to Janine.

Y/n noticed too, Ava seemed a little nice since they’d gotton together. Melissa just thinks she’s up to something but y/n couldn’t help but think it was because she was changing as a person, principal, and now…parent.

“She wanted her mommy” Y/n mocked, smirking as Ava’s eyes lit up. She loved that little girl more than any other little girl. She would knowingly drop everything for that girl. “Really? Oh, come ‘ere you cutie!” She hugged her tight, y/n playfully sighed, looking away with her hand on her forehead. Ava chuckled, “You too, doofus” the woman opened her arm out for her girlfriend kissing her lips softly.

A shriek was heard at the door, they whipped their heads around to see the same familiar faces at the door. Melissa’s face was most likely impressed (then again you never know), Janine was probably the one that shrieked as she jumped up and down, Gregory’s eyes were wide, Jacob was frozen like Barbara.

“Uhm, suprise?” Y/n chuckled, looking at Ava kissing her cheek sweetly turning back to them with a large smile.

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The two women explained to them how long they’ve been dating, the Abbott crew listened carefully and happily. Barb was still in shock, Ava and y/n wasn’t something they thought would actually get together. Sure, they were polar opposites but they fit so well together. The rest of the school day was quite interesting with Melissa lecturing Ava on how if she ever hurt y/n she’s got a guy who take care of the principal real quick. “I got my eye on you, Coleman” Melissa said, with a stern tone, slowly walking back to her class while staring the tall woman down. Y/n snorted, “don’t mind her, she’s just trying to scare you” y/n smiled, hugging Ava tightly, “I know, but I don’t think I’d ever willingly leave you, baby. Someone would have to physically restrain me, I love you and lil’ Hal too much” She admitted all too easily, to her this was all she wanted for the rest of her life. Of course, someday she’d get down on a bended knee, she planned on getting married, maybe even get a dog?

Who knows, only time will tell.

But maybe this won’t even work, then someday they’ll see this as a learning experience. But if there was one thing they everyone knew, was that they were meant to be together, whether or not if it was the right time, place, or even moment.

They’d up together, that’s how it was in every universe. So, whatever happened in this one, maybe they’d mess up and separate or even just drift apart. They needed each other, in every universe.

Time is something no one is Master of, but this story surely ends happily.

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As the day ended, Melissa waved bye to her colleagues, smiling as she saw y/n and Ava give each other a small peck on the lips, they were cute together that was for sure. Maybe someday she’d-

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” A voice apologized profusely, Mel had been too focused on the couple in the distance she wasn’t even focusing on where she was walking.

“It’s fine, really” Melissa chuckled, fixing her hair before looking up to see..damn. The woman in front of her was absolutely gorgeous, she felt her heart flutter for second. “Erm, hi, I’m lissame! No, sorry, Melissa! Melissa Schemmenti” she gave a bashful smile, securing her bag onto her shoulder once more.

“I’m Georgia Prescott, the new librarian”

huh. Looks like Abbott’s in for another love story.

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the whole thing was rushed 😭

forgive me for this 🙏

#open requests #ava coleman #abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti #barbara howard #ava coleman x reader #i actually cant #like seriously #she’s so silly #just like me <3 #melissa schemmenti x reader

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sugusoneandonly · 23 days

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Quixotic - STSG - ch 2

a/n 1: ik i said fem reader but like there’s gender neutral pronouns, however the reader does have feminine presentations maybe? Like dresses, makeup, etc. 😭 idk how ts rlly works guys dont cancel me im a rainbow person too😞

cw cont: jealous sugu ,, questioning sugu ,, oblivious reader ,, thats all i got lmk if i missed smth

!! do not repost/copy on any other platform !! if u do at least lmk where and give creds 😒 /j !! pls don’t tho <3

After your brief introduction with Geto, you were now sitting on a leather couch that overlooked the bright city of Tokyo. Gojo had stepped out to go handle whatever modeling business he had to attend to, leaving you with Geto. It’s been silent since then, even more than before the chatterbox out of all 3 of you had left.

You couldn’t help but admire the man before you, no doubt in the fact that he could’ve become a model himself if he wanted to. As if he could feel your gaze, he turned around to lock his deep lilac eyes with your own. You blinked. He smiled, softly but surely. Anything he would say, you would do. Whether out of fear, admiration, or something else, you didn’t know.

His studio was clean (cleaner than yours at least) yet had the essence of life and his own soul strewn over it. Silken fabrics adorned the windows and deep fabrics were strewn across the island in his office, his desk with a stack of papers and an open portfolio. With curiosity your gaze shifted to it, focusing in on it to try and see what was on them, his latest line maybe?

Yet before you could catch the slightest hint, his pale hands had flipped the open file closed. “I apologize for my lack of introduction, i’m Suguru Geto, you probably already know though.” You had to get a grip on yourself, he’s your…mentor and you can’t swoon around for your own mentor. “I’m Y/N L/N, I really love your work.” you quickly managed to get out.

A moment of pause, and he let out chuckle that was deep yet as light as a summer’s night breeze. “I’m quite familiar, I see your name in my notifications quite frequently.” And with that, summer’s scorching sun had graced itself into your cheeks, and if you couldn’t blush before you might as well have now. Your appreciation for his work posted online hadn’t gone unnoticed apparently. What’s worse, he knew your social media already and you can’t remember whether you left it private or public.

“..I’m sorry again for my harsh behavior it’s not everyday you meet your lovers ex and take them in-” He began but you quickly cut him short, hands frantically waving in front of you frown etched with wide eyes and scrunched eyebrows. “I have no feelings for him anymore and even if I did there’s no way I’d express them, especially considering everyones… positions. I didn’t even know I-” realizing your rambling, you finally looked him in the eye, a tight lipped smile pulled on his face. “Then there’s no point wasting time on informalities, is there then?” , not trusting your mouth you simply nodded.

“We have a tight schedule today, we begin with picking the next project.” we. i get to help my idol make his next project. a project that people are gonna wear. and people that actually know who made it instead of my occasional etsy shoppers.

When you returned to reality, you saw a collection of various designs laid before you on the coffee table. The seasons were shifting from summer to fall. Although it was early September, the industry never waited, not even on the leaves to fall. Your mouth fell to a small o , Suguru swore if you had gazed at him with the stars in your eyes, they might’ve been warm enough to make him melt.

wait, what, that’s not how it goes - sugu

You skim through each and every sketch, feeling as if you’ve discovered a new chest of gems, one that nobody knew of. You stopped when you fell across a particular sketch, not really a sketch but a photocopy. The style felt familiar, and upon closer examination, it’s my drawing

You look up at Geto, “I was thinking, there’d be no point in interning if you couldn’t exercise your own work. So, if it’s alright with you I was thinking to incorporate some of your ideas into the next line.”

A grin spread across your face, “Yes, Of Course! I’d love that so mu-” you were cut off with the door opening, and Geto quickly shut the folder with the sketches out of sight. You turned around to see the door, none other than Gojo standing there, playful pout gracing his face. “He’s not allowed to see the works in progress,” Geto explained. You tilted your head, no words, and like second nature Gojo responded “He wants to be mysterious and keep it a surprise like the bum he is.” Gojo had scrunched his nose at Geto, plopping himself down next to him, arm resting on the couch behind Geto’s back.

A twinge of jealousy pinched at Geto, seeing what’s probably surface level remnants of your past relationship come back to life like clockwork. He brushed it off, you had no feelings, Gojo has none, what could go wrong.

he forgot about himself

Yet, you had no feelings. None. You looked at the couple in front of you and exhaled with relief. you did it, you were over him, and you can carry on

It was dead silence now, how unfortunate. Why won’t your mouth work, say something. Thankfully, Geto and Gojo had been fussing over whatever rich people business Gojo had brought with him. Albeit, quite hushed. Praying your stomach wouldn’t go back to its old ways, you had jinxed yourself. A quite prominent growl had presented itself to the room. Geto glanced up at the clock, Gojo smiled. It was pushing 1 in the afternoon, unfortunately you couldn’t brush it off as only one person was sitting in the direction of the sound, and that person was you. Gojo had slightly toed Geto under the table.

“Next item on the schedule would probably better off as lunch, hm?” Geto offered, a teasing, forced?, smile on his face.

“Really?” You glanced down at the paper, lunch wasn’t for another hour? Quickly the paper was lightly tugged from your hold, two different hands yet adorned by similar rings. The two glanced at each other. “A designers life never sits set in stone, little one.” Gojo said in a sing-song.

“Ohh” you had bought it. They take this very seriously, perhaps it’s best not to mess around too much like this - Suguru

Quickly, the two men had already began to make their way out the door and to the elevator down to the city. You made your way to keep up with them, to wherever they were taking you.

©sugusoneandonly 2024

a/n 2 :: BONJOUR 🥖

This is very slow burn i think. Guys im being so fr idk what im doing im just throwing up my thoughts. Idk how to write enemies to lovers so i give u crisis sugu <33

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rhunew · 7 months

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⭑ Listen to me; Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: You loathed Fred Weasley but kept having midnight thoughts about him you were sure it was normal right, I mean he gave you attention, but you were not even close to being friends, so this could never be a relationship. Or perhaps could it after the kiss you shared?

[ My English, fluff, ‘angry’ but not really angry love confession, kissing, girls can go to guy's dorms idk, if there’s anything I missed please lmk! ]

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WC: 1,207

A/N: Hii, I hope you enjoy this, I’m not sure how to feel about it. Definitely not one of my proudest works I’ll write, please feel free to comment what you thought about it or tips on how I can improve if you want to :)

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It's another busy day for you as prefect of your house, another day you'll be the victim of a prank the Weasley twins have set out for you. You hear two muffled chuckles behind you while you're doing your nightly tour of the hallways, and your first thought is, "of course, it's them," but when you turn around, nobody is there.

You don't see anyone, yet the laughter is back. You tell them, "Hilarious, really. Just show yourselves, or are you too afraid?"

Silence

A foul smell—dung bombs—caught you off guard as you turned around to continue your tour. Knowing this, undoubtedly, it's them. If not them, then who else could have been responsible for such a prank?

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A week has passed, and surprisingly, you haven't been the target of any more of their humorous antics. You assume that this is because they realised there was no point in playing pranks on you anymore, but you couldn't have been more wrong.

The following morning, as you dressed in your uniform and noticed how tightly it fit, you looked up to see your gorgeous BRIGHT PINK?! hair and were furious. You knew Fred was behind this, he had wanted to embarrass you. Between the two of them, Fred has always seemed to enjoy getting on your nerves more, and taking the pranks further, you resented him. That said, you did your best to ignore the feelings you had for him. I mean, it's Fred Weasley. You kept telling yourself that there was no way you had feelings for him; it was all just attention you got. (so real)

You stormed up to his dorm, hardly knocking before opening the door. Guys turned to stare at your hair as you did, but they did their best not to laugh. Looking for the ginger-haired boy, you search the room. He is chuckling with his friends while having the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. "Went to the hairdresser, love. A bit..noticeable, but sure does look great on you!"

Oh my god, he called you "love," so what if he calls you that, he does all the time? This time it's different, though. No, it's not you're crazy

You swiftly straightened up and gave him a sneer. ''I preferred something a little lighter, but hey, pleased you like it!" you said sarcastically.

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This continued for months; occasionally, it was still the two of them playing pranks on you, but Fred was the only one that targeted you specifically. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help but be drawn to you. Until George questioned him about it, he had been ignoring his feelings. He then started trying to impress you by keeping your attention on him at all times. Fred, being Fred, chose to express this by pranking you all day, every day.

You saw him as you carried out your nightly tour around the corridors again. Why would he intentionally allow himself to be spotted by you, knowing he would get into detention? And George, where was he? This was really odd. You approached him and said, "You should be in your dorm, and you know that. What are you doing here? Where's George? " He winked at you, making you blush, and he leaned in closer, saying, "Oh, I know, you've made sure of that, and George is already asleep. I came to talk to you; have a minute?" Now you were even more confused, why would he even care to speak to you?

You led him into an empty classroom and nodded to him before sitting down and saying, "Okay, let's talk." He smiled and said, "Abandoned classroom, ey, have a little more than just talking going on in that pretty head of yours, do you, love?" he said cheekily. Noting your glare (and blush—a proud moment for him). He coughed and continued with what he wanted to talk about. "I waited for you to tell you I like you. I've been trying to tell you, you know, all the pranks, but you don't seem to be picking up the hints''

You can't possibly have heard it correctly, now, can you? This had to be one of his jokes, so you glanced around to see if any of his friends were nearby who would laugh if you revealed you liked him too. You rolled your eyes at him and said, "Seriously, do you find this funny? Where are they, your friends? What do you want to hear—that I also like you? I'm not an idiot, Fred; I know this is one of your pranks." You sighed because you had anticipated a serious response from him and believed he was trying to tell you something important. However, you should have known better than to assume so.

He laughed as he looked at you, much more perplexed than you were. "What makes this a joke? I really do like you, so yeah, it is exactly what I want to hear." You scoffed, mocking him, saying, "Don't act foolish, Fred. Since you've been playing pranks on me continuously for months, why should I believe you now? I don't have any reason to, that's right." How could he possibly find this funny? You knew he occasionally hurt people unintentionally, but this wasn't one of those occasions. Why would he want to hurt you?

"Don't you listen, darling?" He said, "I really do like you, please believe me," before you interrupted him once more. "You know, Fred, I knew you could be mean, but I wouldn't think you would do something like this. Now, if you will excuse me, I have far more important things to do than sit around talking to a guy whose only goal tonight is hurting someone. Goodbye, have a fantastic night!" you replied sarcastically.

Before getting up and leaving the classroom, a warm hand grabbed you and drew you back to him. "If you won't listen with your ears, then maybe you'll listen with your lips," he murmured before you felt his lips press against yours. "Fred, just let me g-," You got cut off as he kissed you. You were shocked. Your eyes widened before you closed them to kiss him back in return. Is this real? Was this a dream?

Nope, very much real.

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Fred and you continued to hide your relationship—or whatever it is you two might have—for another month. You both felt a connection, but neither of you made it official. You were standing next to him when you noticed a couple kissing a few feet away. You pointed them out to him with your eyes and teased, "Looks like you're not the only one that can't resist a girl, Freddie," to which he laughed and leaned in closer to whisper in your ear, "Perhaps you'd like to be in their position right now." While looking up at him, confused, your cheeks heated up. "What do you mean?"

Noticing your blush, he winked at you and said, "You know, snogging. Right now. Right here." He is a tease, that much is clear. You shrugged playfully and said, "Perhaps, maybe I do," before connecting your lips.

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asterias-record-shop · 11 months

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12 fits so well with the virgin prompt r u kidding me 😩😩 he’d sit inside u for a second to let u adjust, waiting for ur go ahead when he distracts u with marks. ud look down all our a breath and see the marks when it hits u that people who know. he’d chuckle against ur stomach and place his chin on ur body as he looks up at u ok OK IM GETTING OFF TRACK SORRY 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️ HE JUST DOES THINGS TO ME IDK

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! Virgin! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

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𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You were the first person Finnick actually fell in love with, his best friend. A survivor of one of the games after he was called into his own, winning by your skill of trapping and running, you were quickly a fan favorite and everyone had their eyes on you, even though your more ‘innocent’ mindset was still intact after the games. With everyone in District 13 eyeing you, including Gale, Finnick decides he has to show everyone who you belong to.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - CORRUPTION KINK CORRUPTION KINK CORRUPTION KINK- || Finnick loves you so fucking much omg || Gale is an asshole fuck him (maybe literally, just because his dick looks big but y’know) || Finnick definitely has a possession kink || cursing || hickies hickies hickies || scratching || virginity loss || he’s so gentle omg || I love finnick || oral || fingering || spit || cum eating || multiple orgasms ||

Some people thought you were lucky to not have gone to the Quarter Quell. As soon as your name was drawn, you started to step forward before Mags raised her hand.

“What?” You had whispered, quickly looking at her, a smile on her face as she pulled you back with a gentle hand.

Just like Finnick, she had been your mentor, and you turned to the person who drew your name, shaking your head. “No. No, no! Mags, no!”

The Peacekeepers dragged you back, Finnick closing his eyes at the sound of your screams and pleads. Mags was being sent to her death, no matter how much Finnick would try to protect her, there were twenty-two other tributes and cruel Game Masters that wouldn’t let this happen.

“Who’s that?” Katniss asks as she stares at the TV, remote in hand as her eyes follow your form.

“That is our peacock’s fiancée,” Haymitch said, staring at the TV. “Won her game by rolling with the Careers before trapping them in a net and running. The net was rigged to the edge of the arena, so as soon as she threw a rock at it, she shocked all the Careers to death.”

“Then the rest must’ve been easy.” Peeta says, making Haymitch laugh.

“For her traps? Easier than everything that exists, her father worked with another tribute, Beetee.” Haymitch goes to change the channel before Katniss takes away the remote, skipping it back to where you were being dragged away by Peacekeepers.

“She’s sad.”

“I’d say more in distress.”

“Because someone else is going to the games instead of her? Why?” Katniss was confused, the thought of someone being sad that someone took her place?

“Well, Mags was her mentor. Mags sacrificing herself for her is a mercy on her end, but torture on Y/N’s.”

Maybe that’s when Katniss saw you as somewhat of an equal, and even with Peeta missing, she came up and introduced herself to you. It wasn’t something unusual, you knew who Katniss Everdeen was. “It’s nice to meet you, Katniss, I’m Y/N L/N.”

She nods slightly as Finnick starts walking over, Katniss quickly turning around. “He’s very interesting. Finnick.”

You giggle. “I know.”

“Y/N, darling, are you hungry? I brought you some food.”

You smiled, nodding. “Yes, please. Excuse me, Katniss, I will see you later.”

He takes your hand, dragging you along behind him as you wave at her. You squeezed his hand with a giggle, sitting down next to him as he sat down with you at the tables. “Got you what you like. Know you probably won’t eat anything else.”

You giggled, leaning into his chest. “I just uhm… I’m a little… I feel like someone’s watching me. I feel off.”

He looks around, quickly finding blue eyes staring back at him. Gale quickly looks away, covering his mouth making Finnick scoff. “Yeah, someone’s watching all right.”

You look back, letting out a laugh when you find him glaring at Gale. “Gale? Really, Fin? Everyone knows I’m yours, Finnick, you might as well show them.”

Finnick didn’t think that you knew how much impact your words had on him, especially when Gale was staring at you during training. You weren’t really good at physical fighting, but you were able to hide basically anywhere and climb almost anything. He watched you hold the rope in both hands, just a bit thicker than his cocky that you’d never seen.

He always wanted to see you drool over it, your wide innocent eyes staring at his length, wondering what you would do if you could see him.

The training suit was tight in your body, fitting your form as you pulled yourself up the rope to the rafters. Gale was staring too and he hated it, glaring at the other man as you quickly made it to the top and hid in the rafters.

Finnick smiled, looking around, trying to search for you before he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. Quickly, he turns around to see you standing there with a pretty smile on your beautiful face, giggling. “Got ya?”

He smiled, reaching to hold your hips and pulling you closer. “Yeah, darling, you did.”

You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. “You alright, Fin? You seem a little… off.”

He shook his head, quickly grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the training room.

“Hey! Hey, wait!”

You pause, but Finnick keeps dragging you along as Gale chases after you both. “Wait! Y/N!”

“Finnick, Gale is calling me,” you say quickly, Finnick ignoring your words. “Finnick, what’s wrong?”

“You think I don’t know how he looks at you, my darling? He looks at you like you’re fresh meat,” he basically growled as he got to your shared room, quickly opening the door and pulling you inside. “You want me to show everyone you’re mine, darling? Let’s show everyone.”

You gasp as he slowly pushes you back, your hands quickly moving to his hair with a soft whimper. “F-Finnick? I’ve never… I’ve never done this before.”

He smiled, lifting you up easily, holding you against his waist before slowly leaving you back on the bed. He supports himself with his elbows as he pulls your face to his, pressing firm kisses to your lips. “I won’t do it if you don’t want me to. If you let me though, I’ll make sure that you feel better than you’ve ever felt.”

“Y-You don’t understand, Fin, I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve never touched myself, I’ve never…” you inhaled shakily as he stared at you, golden eyes darkening at the thought of you being untouched even by your own hands. “Finnick?”

“Oh darling,” he says, laughing slightly. “You’ve never touched yourself?”

You gasped as his hand pushed down your chest, easily unbuttoning your training suit to stroke against your plush tummy. His hand pressed against your tits, over the cups of your bra and flicking against your nipple. It makes you gasp, your legs squeezing together as you quickly hold his head. “F-Fin!”

“Let me fuck you baby, I’ll be gentle. I’ll be so good to you, you know I will. I’ll fill you up, I’ll fill you up so much darling, and I won’t stop until you’ve become addicted to my cock. Does that sound good, baby? You want that?” He mumbles against your skin, gasping as his hand cupped your clenching pussy.

“F-Finnick, promise you’ll be gentle?”

He grinned up at you, nodding as he started to pull off your clothes. “I promise baby, you know I’d never lie to you. I’ll stretch you out nice and good, alright, and then I’ll let you put it in on your own, okay? Does that sound good?”

You smiled, nodding as he slowly pulled away to press soft kisses to your waistline. He was ecstatic, even the thought of taking your virginity made his fingers shake in excitement as he started to sit up. He slowly pulled on your suit, taking off your first layer of clothes before taking his fingers and softly rubbing down your tummy.

It makes you squirm, heat flooding down to your cunt as your hands push into his shirt. “C-Can you take this off?”

He nods, humming as he pulls off his shirt before tugging on your pretty panties. He groaned as he took a lewd whiff, a squeal falling from your lips as his lips claimed your clit, groaning loudly. You let out a loud gasp, the feeling foreign as he sucks on the sensitive bud with his hot mouth.

“F-Finnick! Finn, Finn it feels weird.”

He hummed, the feeling making your back arch as wetness pools underneath where you were laying. His fingers stroke your slit, quickly gathering your wetness with ease. “Does it honey? It seems like it feels good.”

“F-Feels good, but weird. Your mouth… your mouth and your fingers feel good. I-It feels a little weird, but good,” you whimpered softly, gasping as the pads of his fingers pushed against your clit before teasing your entrance. “F-Finnick, your nails. Th-They hurt.”

He hummed. “I’m sorry, honey, I’ll fix it okay?”

He pulled his fingers out, licking them before carefully pushing back in. You gasped, the one finger making your back arch and your eyes squeezed closed in slight discomfort. “F-Finn, feels weird!”

“Just give it a minute baby, I got you,” he whispered, using his thumb to rub against the rim of your tight entrance, his tongue flicking against your clit. Your eyes roll back, shivers of pleasure making your thighs shake and try to squeeze shut. “Hey honey, don’t forget I’m still down here.”

You whimper as he grinned up at you, his lips shiny with your lewd juices before his tongue flattens against your clit and your legs go over his shoulders. He groaned loudly, the taste of you on his tongue quickly becoming addictive as he sucked on your clit. Your eyes rolled back as he started to thrust his finger, his middle digit long and pressing into that sensitive spot over and over again.

You whine loudly as he lets his spit collect on your clit, sucking and nibbling before he pulls away to pull his spit down to your entrance with the tip of his tongue. He could feel you clench around him, twisting his fingers just a bit to push another finger into you without scratching you with his nails.

You whined loudly, gasping. “F-Finn, it’s too much!”

He shakes his head, pushing his tongue around your cunt. “No baby, my cock is a little less than three fingers thick, gotta make sure that you’re all stretched out so I don’t hurt you.”

You groaned, nodding as you pushed your hands down to hold his head. “C-Can you lick me more? I like it.”

He hummed, nodding as he pushed his tongue in with his fingers, loud whines leaving your lips as he attempted to suck on your cunt, tongue pushing in and out. You clenched around him, whining loudly as you started to roll your hips. He pulled away, gasping. “There we go baby, feel good?”

You nodded, reaching up to cover your mouth. “Y-Yes. Yes, so so good.”

He smiled, pushing another finger into you, watching your body writhe and hips roll into his fingers. “You like it, darling? Feel good?”

You nod your head, whimpering. “F-Finn, my tummy… my tummy feels weird.”

He hummed. “Feel tight? Twisty, darling?”

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, I feel good, I feel… I feel s-so good, so fucking good.”

“I’m making you feel good, aren’t I darling? My fingers and my mouth?” He sucked in your clit, watching you whine as you buck your hips.

“Yes! Yes, Finn, I-I feel so good! Fuck!” You scream out, gasping as your stomach tightens, hips bucking as he groaned, sucking on your pussy before popping his lips against your clit. His tip was leaking with precum, your mind hazy and blurry from your first orgasm ever, eyes rolling back as you let out a loud groan.

“You ready for my cock, darling?”

You gasped, nodding as he slowly pulled away to pull down his pants and underwear, his click slapping against his lower stomach as he slowly sit back against the headboard, gasping as you quickly moved to straddle his hips. “L-Like this?”

“Not yet darling, you need to make sure it doesn't hurt you. You need to… put your mouth on my cock, darling.” He watches as you nod eagerly, quickly moving lower as you take his cock.

“Finnick, baby, you’re so pretty. Your cock is so pretty, can barely fit it in my hand,” you whined, squeezing making his eyes squeeze shut. “Wh-What do I do, Finnick? What do you like?”

Finnick knew whatever he did, he’d love it. Touches have always repulsed him, but with you, with you he loved it. “You just do what you think is right, baby.”

You whined. “C-Can I try to put it all in my mouth?”

“Yes, darling, I’d love that.”

You open your mouth wide, taking a large inhale before sinking your mouth down onto his cock, a gasp falling from his lips. He groaned loudly as you bobbed your head, jaw slack and throat relaxed. Your teeth grazed his length making him hold back a gasp, your slight roughness making his eyes squeeze shut.

He was addicted to it, though, holding the back of your head as you gagged around his cock and bobbed your head. You choked softly as you push your head down so your nose pressed against his pelvis and you gagged. He groaned loudly, gasping as you pulled away with a loud breath for air, your spit and his precum sliding down his cock and connecting your lips with his tips in large gloops.

“D-Do I keep going? Did I do good?”

He shakes his head, humming. “No baby, I can see your cunt leaking for me. Why don’t you fuck me?”

You nodded your head, whimpering as you hovered over his cock and held it with his large hand. “Will you help me, Finnick?”

He nodded, wrapping his loose hand around your waist and leaning forward to press kisses along your torso and abdomen. “I will, baby.”

You whined as you sunk down on him, hands holding his shoulders and digging your nails into his skin. You threw your head back as he started to press his lips harder into your skin. He sucked, biting and groaning against your skin as you whimpered. “F-Finnick, I don’t think I can… I don’t think it’s going to fit!”

“It will fit, darling, I promise. It’ll be a lot, but I know you can take it, you’re doing so good. Just focus on my mouth, it’ll feel good. Oh, my darling girl, I have to mark you — I need to show everyone who you belong to. Especially that fucking asshole.”

You whined as he sucked hickies into your skin, finally sinking fully onto his cock as you groaned into his ear. “Finnick, I’m so full, I don’t know if I c-can move anymore!”

“You want me to fuck you baby? I can fuck you so good, darling, so so good.” He groaned as you tried to bounce, whining loudly as you shook your head.

“I-I can’t… please, please, will you fuck me?” You asked as he held your hips, easily placing you on your back.

He wasted no time, ramming his hips into you, fucking you like a jackhammer. Your eyes rolled back, body bouncing with his thrusts as your moans filled the room, his cock hitting all of the right places as his name fell from your lips. “Finnick! Finnick, Finnick you feel so good, Finnick Finnick Finnick!”

He couldn’t stop, not when your cunt was wrapped so tightly around him, your pussy clenching as he groaned loudly into your neck. “Fuck, Y/N, darling, your pussy is so good for me. Never want to pull out baby, never want to stop fucking you darling, do I have to stop?”

You shake your head, your thighs shaking as you whine into his chest. “Finnick, I’ve never felt so good, please don’t stop.”

He groaned loudly, slamming his hips into you just to feel your entire cunt clench around his shaft and a strangled groan leave his mouth. You dig your nails into his back, groaning loudly as he pulls his face away as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips. “Let’s take a break, I don’t want to break you.”

“W-Will you clean me up?”

“Of course I will, darling, I will do anything you want baby.”

He quickly cleans you up, efficiently of course as he laid back, watching as you laid on top of his body. You were sitting on his cock as he kissed against your skin, humming. “Did I make you feel good?”

“So, so good, Finnick. You did so well.”

He smirks as he pulls you in for another kiss. “Well, you want me to do it again?”

You laugh, nodding. “Yeah I do.”

He pauses, pulling you in for another kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Finnick.”

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maneaterss · 1 year

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-not so alone

you're the one, you're all i've ever wanted i think i'll regret this.

pairing: richarlison x insert

summary: richarlison and model reader after many years- have broken up up and during an event- richarlison is quick to support the reader.

cw: SO. MUCH. ANGST. fluff at the end for like two paragraphs.

a/n: this is the first idea that i've come up with since i started this account cause i've only done reqs oml. anyways sorry for going M.I.A and only writing angst... it be like that sometimes. this is kinda ass so sorry lolz. I CANT VIEW MY DMS OR READ OR RESPOND TO COMMENTS YALL IDK WHAT I DID.

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you felt confident- for the first time in months. your hair was blown out and fell long against your front, your dress embedded with rhinestones accentuated your favorite curves in your body, and your makeup only added to the newfound poise.

for the first time since the breakup you'd been able to feel some self worth. your friends and family had an idea of how hard the breakup- some of richarlisons family also reaching out to you. how else was a separation adorned with tears, screaming, and sobs supposed to go?

you stepped out of the car that led you to the event, you didn't anticipate this many paparazzi, or people. you didn't know what encouraged you to go to this event, in all honesty you accepted the offer because you'd been nominated to win. it was an award show for. a plethora of specialities, model of the year would be presented, actors, fashion, many things- but none of those categories could possibly have anything to connect to the one person you were avoiding, right?

questions were thrown at you, some about awards, some about if you thought you'd win, and few about a new boyfriend. the rest was tame until you'd gotten inside of the venue. instant camera flashes, another rough downpour of specific and critical questions- you'd taken such a long break from this and now making a big jump in was what you would observe as a horrible idea.

"y/n what kind of wins are you expecting this evening?"

"miss l/n who are you wearing?"

"what does your love life look like right now?'"

"what were the factors of you and richarlisons breakup?"

you body tensed at his name, you did your best to not give a reaction, to not feed into the weird obsession people had over your past relationship. "of course i'm expecting myself to take prize tonight, just like every other nominee who's equally deserving." you smiled and quickly moved on- you honestly prayed that was the end of his name tonight.

that was until an old colleague engulfed you before you could enter the seating area,

"god- im so sorry about richarlison y/n. it must've been horrible!" she squealed, arms impossibly tight around you.

you're face was straight until you pulled back, "it’s all okay f/n, thank you though."

lies. your eyebags covered with concealer would say otherwise, your empty nights and lonely days, the was you still had his tshirts in your closet, and the fact that his toothbrush was still in your apartment differed that fact completely. but the way of life didn't care for how much you'd loved each other or how much passion and time you shared because eventually his toothbrush would end up in the garbage on cleaning day, and his shirts would lose his signature smell, and you'd still wake up on your side of the bed alone.

your friend hugged you once more before escaping to find her designated spot and you lingered a moment more trying to find a familiar face to walk inside with until you heard that same hollow yet bouncy voice with an unfamiliar english accent.

your legs instinctively led you in the opposite direction of the voice, finding where your designated spot was. for half an hour you had insignificant conversations with the people sat around you- some you’ve spoken to before and others you never met but recognized from social media and whatnot.

at last the awards had begun, you sat idle- observing with the occasional clap or cheer when a name was announced. you’d completely zoned out about halfway through. completely having forgot you’d even been nominated- only thinking about the small laugh and greeting you’d heard from a sickening yet beautiful voice earlier and who it could’ve come from.

whilst you worried yourself over small happenings, whilst your fingernails dug into your palms with enough vigor to draw blood-

“y/n l/n” cheers erupted.

for a second your mine was ripped away from the painful mishaps of your devotion and instead your brain fixed on the fact that you had just won the award you’d lost sleep thinking about and praying to win for years on end, you thought about your family watching from home, your friends jumping up from their seats, and you’d gotten up from your own to walk onto the stage, portraits of you flashing on the screen behind you as you accepted the award.

you spoke of your thanks, of how greatful you’d been to accept this award and earn it, your heart soaring from the feeling of such an amazing win and lal you’d given up to be here, you’d felt on top of the world until your eyes made contact with those big brown ones in the back of the crowd, clapping as he stood. his frame was still tall- if not taller, slightly more muscular since the last time you’d seen him, his eyes were still deep like you remembered, his hair lighter, skin bronzer.

it felt you’d stared for an eternity until you walked off- only it was merely a few seconds. you’d forgotten your surroundings once more as you left the stage and sat down in your seat- everyone congratulating you on your way back as you smiled back- doing your best to push his image to the back of your head.

why did this affect you so much? he was completely out of your life, you were just getting over him. you wondered why he was here? for fucks sake he plays football- none of this should be relevant to him unless he was here for someone else- a girl? you knew he had many romantic ordeals since you two had ended and that fact alone slightly embarrassed you because you didnt give men the time of day anymore- you didn’t respond to them, talk to them, accept their date offers, you isolated yourself in your attempt to heal.

you sat in your seat, leg bouncing, anxiety at its peak- all of your nerves were tense as you took shallow breaths before excusing yourself to the bathroom- holding your composure until you found an empty hallway- you’d love to be in a more private place but bathrooms were always crowded at events like this.

you paced back and forth, your fingers busied themselves. you should be elated that you’d won- not acting like a child because you saw your ex.

god grow the fuck up you’re going to see him from time to time.

you said anything and everything to make the situation smaller but with the heightened emotions you were at the verge of a panic attack. you sat against the wall with your phone next to you- doing your best to stay off of it because god knows whatever people were saying would be your last straw.

you tucked your hair behind your ear as the first tear fell down your cheek, it wasn’t until then that you’d realized you never gave yourself a minute to mourn the loss of him- he who was entirely alive and healthy, to mourn the loss of his bear hugs, his corny kiss attacks to wake you up, his fingers that danced across your skin- sending chills up your spine, him wrapping a towel around your warm body after a shower.

tears fell and fell and fell, they fell until you covered your face with your hands, until your ears rang, and until you could smell that familiar scent. a body sat next to yours- running a hand down your back and the other fiddling with the ends of your hair. “breath, minha amada.’

you didn’t look up- nor did you removed your hands from your face until he pulled them away, forcing your red and teary eyes to meet his glossed over ones, “o que te deixa pra baixo?” he spoke as he kept eye contact. (what’s got you down?)

the way he spoke and the ghost of his fingers as he adjusted positions made you realize you weren’t alone in your mourning

#richarlison #richarlison de andrade #richarlison icons #richarlison imagines #richarlison imagine #richarlison angst #richarlison smut #richarlison fluff #richarlison x reader #richarlison x you

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From how this looks so far, should this be a short fic or series???

A/n - I guess this counts as a sneak peak of the snowjanus idea I had. Idk how this shit works tbh I just write stuff. Divider by @benkeibear

A new face stands next to the dean, fading the chatter of the classroom. Casca Highbottom. Also known as the drunk idiot that allowed the annual hunger games to be created. His regular bottle of morphling left his lips freshly glossed. He hushed the room of seniors and waited for them to quiet down. Placing a reassuring hand to their elbow, beckoning an unfamiliar girl forward to introduce her to her new peers.

“Class, let me introduce you to the newest member of the capital's most prestigious academy. Y/n L/n,” The small man slurs slightly and nods at the mutters that fill his classroom. “I see some of you recognize the surname. Her mother was the one to create most of the hospitals and medical research facilities in all of panem. Helped heal a lot of people, cured an abundance of diseases. A true hero she was.”

The girl smiled shyly. Greatful for the praise her mother received even after death had taken her from the world that needed her so dearly. As she made her way up to her seat, next to Palmyra Monty, she caught a pair of chocolate orbs filled with wonder staring at her. Intrigued by the ethereal girl walking by them to go sit down, so their first class of the day can begin.

Sejanus Plinth smiles teasingly at his new peer over his shoulder and turns back to the front of the class. “Cute…” He mumbles to himself, though his blonde ‘friend’ sitting next to him doesn’t miss it. Shaking his head at the district boys nonsense.

Coriolanus Snow couldn’t be bothered to deal with romantic affairs like everyone else, but he wasn’t blind. He could see how much eye candy you were compared to most. Even the ladies were getting a little distracted as you minded your business through out the day.

A few days later it had gotten around the school that underneath the school’s modest, crimson fabric you were hiding quite the set of curves. Some of which made Arachne Crane, the senior class resident big mouth, green with obvious jealousy as she gossiped to the lunch table the boys’ so called friend group sat at. “I don’t get what you all see in her. Can someone please enlighten me on the clues I’m missing?”

She exasperated, with a frustrated huff. She was seriously letting her vanity get the best of her. And all from some new girl nobody knew anything about. Poor thing wouldn’t last two seconds in university with that kind of insecurity. Clemensia rolls her eyes at her bestie, “She’s an actually good person and is hot. I don’t get what your not getting.” Setting her head in her palm as she watched the brunette sneer at your smiling form. Unaware. Unbothered.

“Oh, please. I bet she bought that face with that will she got from her mother. Pretty sure she’d have some connections from family friends. Hell, probably got the butt lift and boob job on discount. There’s no way someone can be naturally that sculpted. Only celebrities and new mothers can have hips like that." Arachne folds her arms like a grumpy toddler that isn’t getting their way.

“So you’ve seen?” Comes Festus’ excited voice. He’d been flirting with the new girl since he could get the chance. Well he flirted with all of the girls, he was a known creep that got away with most things because of who his father was.

“All the girls have and she’s right. That girl is thicker than a bowl of oatmeal on an early Monday morning. I swear, she’s making a lot of people in the locker rooms question their sexualities. I don’t think I can handle seeing those gym shorts on her anymore.” Juno groans into her palms, earning a pat from Felix chuckling next to her.

“Well, I hear she goes to the gym not to far from here. Could just have a really good routine and… don’t kill me for thinking out loud here. Maybe she’s just that hot and you can’t handle it, Arrie. Everybody likes her except for you.” Persephone Price tuts nonchalantly. Too busy enjoying the fruit she’d gotten with her lunch to worry about her bratty friend.

Coryo turns to look behind him with an annoyed Sejanus. Leaning on the tanned boy as they watched you whisper with your friends. A huge, bright smile written across your face that mimicked the sun. Most of your chosen peers participated in some sort of artistic after school program. You had a type for creative minds they noticed. “Jeez, can you guys say one thing that’s not objectifying that poor girl? If I were her, I wouldn’t give any of you freaks the time of day.” Sej whines to the people around him. Not liking the things being said about you behind your back.

His mother would have him by his ear if he ever said such things about a young lady. Though he couldn’t help but agree to himself with some words. You were gorgeous and he’s sure you were as fit as his peers made you out to be behind that baggy uniform. That didn’t mean he’d loose all respect for you as a person the second he just so happened to notice your body looks a little more mature than most girls your age. He’d look without an ounce of shame though. He was human after all.

“She could be a model.” Coriolanus shrugs. A sarcastic twang sliding off his tongue to make his friends eye twitch and roll. In his defense, he wasn’t lying.

Suddenly, Festus perks up from his drooling over you. Yanking Felix towards the rest of boys at the table as he begins to whisper. “Almost slipped my memory, but I’m paying for another night of drinks with the boys. There’s this club downtown we’re gonna sneak into. Y’two should come. Take a break from your studies."

Coryo immediately shakes his head at the offer. Like hell he was gonna get caught shitfaced with all of these idiots. He had a reputation to uphold. Sejanus on the other hand disagrees for more innocent reasons. Him? At a club with alcohol, drugs, and half naked women everywhere. Nope. He was raised better then that. Again, Ma would take his goddamn life for even thinking about associating with that kind of environment.

Festus shakes his head at the pair of goody two shoes. Having expected them to say no to their night out. “You guys are no fun. I mean c’mon, you got laid last time we went out together, Coryo. And I don’t think anybodys gonna forget that time Sej ran down the street in his underwear with that one girl. Why not just take some time to do something fun with the bros." Felix tries to convince them. Only to make them internally cringe from their inebriated shenanigans. Both of which were drunk dares they’d regretted the second they woke up the next morning. Head pounding and eyes sore from a heavy hangover.

They’d promised themselves to never get that drunk again in their entire lives. Sejanus ran his palms over his face. The memory of running around panem in his boxers with some random girl on his back making him huff in embarrassment. “You guys aren’t ever gonna let that go are you?” He groans, rubbing his temples that were already starting to ache.

Clemensia shakes her head ‘no’ with a shrug. Like it was obvious. They were capital after all. They thrived off of gossip. Coriolanus chuckled at his shameful expression, earning a shove from the boy that thought he was his friend. “Don’t laugh! You aren’t any better either! Do you even remember that girls name?!”

The blonde tsks at the question. Hiding the fact that he was equally, if not more ashamed of his behavior. He’d gotten a reputation as a player because of that instance. Adding yet another scuff to the Snow family name. “Nope.” He says, popping the ‘p’ to emphasize his faux lack of interest.

He turns his gaze back to the rest of the boys, an irritated sigh leaving his pink lips. “You guys aren’t gonna leave us the hell alone until we agree. Are you?” Festus confirms his suspicion with the shake of his head. Forcing yet another frustrated sigh from Sejanus.

***

“I can’t believe you assholes got me to do this b.s.!” Sej anxiously hides his face as he follows his male classmates through the crowd of elite men and woman. All drinking and enjoying themselves as the showgirls danced around on platforms around them. He catches a few confused gazes towards them, probably wondering why a bunch of high school seniors were in a place like this. If his Ma found out about this, he doesn’t think his father can pay him out of the ass beating he was gonna get from it.

Coriolanus pats the tanned boy’s shoulder as they make their way up the stairs to the VIP section. While his friend was only here to get out of one of his father’s boring meetings, he was a different story. One that Sejanus knew all too well. He just wanted the food the establishment served. Having not eaten a proper dinner in a hot minute. His stomach craved something other than beans and the slop the school served during lunch.

They all get seated at their table. Ordering meals and drinks once a waitress got them settled in. Dressed up in a scantily tuxedo uniform specifically designed for the caterers of the club. Nothing near as revealing as the dancers, but enough to get that tip they charmed the patrons into giving.

Everything is taken care of by Festus as promised. They enjoy the performance’s and play cards with each other. All’s great.

“Now, may I please ask for your undivided attention as we bring you our next performer,” Goes the clubs host over the speakers of the cabaret. “I present to you our youngest dancer to ever strut this marvelous stage. She’s just the cutest, she’s barely legal, but don’t let that innocent face fool you. I give you our precious, Babydoll!”

The music starts and the curtains draw back to reveal a girl in a nun costume. The boys pay her no mind as they continue their game of rummy. Until Festus has to do a double take back to her swaying form making her way through the tables. Then realization hits him in a way that makes him look at his glass of gin like it’d been spiked with something.

Urban Canville notices him and asks what his deal is. The starstruck boy just turns Urban’s head by the chin toward the dancer. His jaw dropping to the floor at the familiar face gyrating for the tables on the bottom floor. “There’s no fucking way…” He trails off. Gaining the attention of the rest of their table. They all lean in at once. A wave of shock taking over their bodies as the girls face registers in their intoxicated brains.

“Is that–“ Sej whispers to Coryo sitting next to him. He cut him off with a nod, none of them taking their eyes off of you making your way up the main stairs for performers only. “Y/n? No doubt about it."

You’d gotten rid of the robe covering the rest of your costume by now. Clad in a corset that almost lifts your breasts to your chin, ruffled panties, and a veil covering the under scarf that hides your (Hair texture) hair away. Your makeup done in a way that made you look so innocent and doll-like. Hence the stage name. It isn’t until you were right in front of your male peer’s table that you notice them. A confused expression crossing your painted face as you continue your routine. E/c eyes flicking between easily memorable faces eyeing you like candy. Before going back into character as quickly as you’d came out of it. Moving on to a new table.

“I’m not gonna be able to focus in class anymore after this.” Goes Hilarius Hevansbee, unable to take his gaze away from your ass as you bend for an older man sitting not far from the boys. Dennis Fling nods at his statement, equally as distracted by the swing of your hypnotic hips. “What is she doing here?” Florus Friend runs his fingers through the waves of his hair, pulling at the strands lightly in frustration. Clearly confused by your presence in such a scandalous place.

Coriolanus can’t ignore the pang of jealousy that slaps him in the face so suddenly. The urge to strangle everyone that looks at you so sinfully making it hard for him to keep himself together. He glances over to Sejanus. His hands clasped firmly over his mouth as his cheeks burn a bright red. His slightly drunken mind making his embarrassment more visible to anyone paying attention. He thinks his new classmate will think he’s a pervert. ‘There goes chances of even becoming friends with her.’ He can hear his voice drip with disappointment in his head.

As you prance back to the stage, ending your set, Festus gets an idea. The best idea in his humble opinion. Telling everyone he’ll be right back before scurrying off somewhere underneath the multicolored lights of the club. He comes back shortly after with a cheshire-like grin. Throwing back the rest of his drink before he speaks to the rest of the group.

“We’ve got a private room with a special someone in about an hour and a half. It’s for the rest of the night. So, prepare for the night of your preppy lives.”

***

The boys find themselves lounging in a comfy private room. Decorated with red silks and velvet like the rest of the luxurious club. They talk and drink amongst themselves as they wait for their entertainment to come and join them.

And boy is she a sight for sore eyes. You step in wearing a cream colored silk robe. It hung low on your cleavage and stopped just before your bum. You had tiny pearls glued to the corners of your eyes with your new babydoll looking makeup. Matching pearl embellished heels that add a good foot to your height. It’s exactly what you looked like. A sexy doll. Too delicate and innocent to touch but tempting enough to do so anyway. A walking dangerous game.

“Who asked for me?” Is all you can muster. Sejanus catches the anger hidden under the professionalism in your e/c orbs. He just knows you would rather not be here as much as he does. Should’ve just went to that stupid meeting with his father.

The Creed son perks up. Raising a hand to grab your attention. “I did of course. Sorry, I just couldn’t let a fine woman such as yourself go without having a closer look at such artistic beauty you display.” There’s a slight frown. A blink and you’ll miss it moment. You’re not amused by the guy that’s been perving on you since you started your classes at the academy. Not one bit. He takes your hand and places a grimy kiss atop your knuckles. A sickly sweet smile trying to hide the disgust you have for him. “So,” You begin your charm. Sliding into his lap and making sure to keep him in your siren-like stare. “You’re the one that’s going to give me a nice hefty tip for compensation, right?”

He quirks a brow at the odd words. His drunken brain amused by your nonsensical question. “And what will I be compensating for?” He chuckles. Giddy smile growing when your hand makes contact with his chest. “Taking away my agency to choose. Of course.” You state simply. He, as well as the rest of your male classmates, frown at your answer. But before anything is said, you clarify, “You and I both know somebody in this room is going to tell someone at the academy about my employment here. And you also know academy students thrive off of the rumor mill. So, you’ll pay me good and I’ll make this worth your while. Or you don’t…” You pause. Lifting your leg to cross over your knee and letting your robe slide up your thighs slightly. “And I’ll be on my merry way.”

An ultimatum. Oh she’s good. Coriolanus shakes his head at the authoritative confidence you display over the situation. You weren’t going to have your dignity snatched away from you so easily and he liked that. It didn’t take much intimidating either. As the ginger places a stack of cash in your palm. You smile kindly. Counting out the bills in your hands, then looking back at him with an expectant smirk.

“200k? C’mon, you can do better then that. Two hundred more and I’ll take this off. I bet it’s killing you to know what I got on under here.” Holding out your freehand, you wait for your payment. Earning an amused eye roll from the boy your sitting on. He takes out the bills and gives them up. “You’re a pricey one aren’t cha?” He heaves when you stand up immediately upon snatching the money from the rich pervert.

Tossing the cash into the pouch you brought with you to hold your earnings. “Such a pleasure to do business with you, Mister Creed. But I have to be. We do tip outs here, so I have to split not only with Boss Man, but with the security, house mom, bartender, waitstaff, the band, etc etc. The more I manage to make the better it is for the whole club. Hope there’s no hard feelings, darlin’. I’m just working at the end of the day.”

You ramble on, stepping over to the record player and placing the needle down to begin your routine. “Now enough about me. I’m gonna go over some rules then we can hop straight into the fun part.” You start to explain.

Climbing onto the platform in the middle of the room. In front of a pole as you turn away from the boys curious eyes. “Number one. I’m a dancer not a hooker. There’s a brothel not too far from here if your looking for those kinds of services, but we don’t offer them here.” You pull your hair onto one shoulder. Looking over the other one at them as you untie the belt to your robe slowly. “Two, patience and manners. Your all big enough to know better about that I assume.” Peeling the fabric past your shoulders, you roll it down your back. Taunting them with how leisurely you show off the skimpy lingerie made completely of pearls. So you had a theme. “And finally, número tres. You can touch me all over, but my face and here…” Bending down to slide your robe over the meat of your ass and drop it to the floor. You place a your hand between your legs. Over top your most intimate area covered in a silky cream thong. “Is a no no.”

Standing back up to your full height, you turn your body in their direction finally. Showcasing the pearly pasties covering your areolas from their lustful eyes. “Break the first two and you’ll be put out of the club and banned for a month. Break the last one and my guard outside that door will give you a lead bullet to chew on. We take the safety of our dancers very seriously here at Roja Dior and I would really hate the inconvenience if you did. So, have I made myself clear boys?”

They all nod. A few groans and hungry ‘yes ma’am’s’ echoing through out the dimly lit room.(to be continued…)

#tbosbas #a ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #snowjanus #snowjanus x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #sejanus plinth x reader

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TL;DR: Marr, he/she/they/any, neurodivergent, Total Drama (Alenoah, Priyemma, etc), fanfiction, sideblog @priyemma

Yup!

My name is Marr! I use He/She/They and any pronouns. I’m Omni, Bigender, and Aspec. Or something. I’m cool with any gendered terms, and I pretty much use them interchangeably myself. Gal, guy, neither, whatever!

I have ADHD and anxiety (both diagnosed) along with other things, but those are the ones I’ll probably talk about on here the most. I’m mixed White and Latina (plus Native) but fairly white passing. I speak English and want to learn Spanish, but I’m definitely not fluent. American and more “country” than I realize lol

Right now im really into Total Drama. It’s one of my longest lasting hyperfixations so far! I also post about a few other things, like House M.D and Dungeon Meshi. (More likely reblogging those things though.)

Specifically in Total Drama I mostly post about Alenoah and Priyemma. Recently been talking about the newest Reboot season (and my complaints with it). I talk the most about World Tour and TDI 2023 because it’s been a while since I’ve watched all the seasons and those are the ones I remember the best. I plan to rewatch them all… someday. I haven’t even finished watching reboot s2 because it’s painful!

I love shipping! I can’t even list them all because there’s so many tbh. I am very much a multi shipper and I constantly am finding new things to ship! I try to not engage in ship hate ever, but sometimes I slip up lol. I post some less-than-positive content about Nemma on occasion or Juliayne… everything that could be considered ship hate is tagged as such and never tagged with the ship that is being slandered.

I can’t really draw, so if I ever post my beginner drawings please be nice lol 😭 I’m still developing a style and learning. I have many, many WIPs that I might share here and there. I do really want to be able to draw confidently and make art for the things I love!

I’ve started writing fanfiction again lately! It’s a struggle for a lot of reasons. Props to everyone who writes fics because it’s hard. It takes me hella long too! I usually get out at least one a month. My user is Marrfixated on AO3, feel free to leave comments or kudos!

I’ve written four Alenoah oneshots so far. Most recently posted Contra Entendre, so go read that! I have 3 other oneshots that are somewhat written and I’ll post someday, but I’ve shifted my focus to planning some longer fics. I currently have an Alenoah AU and a Priyemma post-canon fic in the works! The latter is my main focus as I plan out the entire thing.

I also have tiktok @Marrfixated. I post on tumblr more than TikTok because it’s easier, but I started off there. I don’t really use anything else yet (except ao3). I also have a Priyemma centric sideblog on here (@priyemma), where I’ll sometimes reblog content from and vice versa.

You’re on thin ice if you engage in ship discourse, constantly hate on ship I like (it makes me sad 💔), or are a dsmp fan/an enjoyer of any of Vivziepop’s works (I don’t like you).

Proshippers DNI. Zionists DNI. Vivziepop defenders DNI. Dream supporters DNI. Dsmp supporters also DNI. Do some damn research.

I might post suggestive things here sometimes, but I don’t think I ever have or will post any extremely nsfw content. I don’t plan to EVER post nsfw or suggestive related content related to td, it makes me uncomfortable as most of the characters are minors. I do curse a lot, and reclaim the f slur on occasion. Please don’t engage in ship discourse on my account for no reason! That’s no fun.

I usually take like 3 years to answer asks or dms or whatnot for various reasons… but I swear I don’t mean any offense! I just um forget sometimes 😇 Or I post it to drafts instead… or I get nervous 😶 and sometimes idk if you just sent it or want me to actually respond so I just guess? Ummm yeah. Also they go missing a lot. Probably have to figure that out. Oops!

I reblog a lot so right now I’m trying to tag all my original posts as #original post. Lazy posts are usually tagged with #shitpost. Random posts are usually tagged as #nonfandom post. My td fics are tagged as #my fanfiction.

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taizi · 2 years

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Idk if your taking OP prompts or not but I thought you would enjoy this thought either way:

What if….Luffy kept the ASL (from the tree house maybe) with him when he set sail as reminder of his brother and their dreams and pulls it when he misses his brothers (happens a lot more frequently after Ace died) and what if someone from the crew finds it and asks him about it (maybe pre-alive!Sabo) and they learn about Sabo and the fact that Luffy mourned two brothers in his life.

🔥🎩👒🏴‍☠️

Sunny is generally much too sturdy to take damage from any run-of-the-mill naval battle, but that’s not to say she doesn’t sail away with some torn sails and splintered railing at times.

So Usopp is touching up the paint on the stairs that lead to the quarterdeck when Luffy comes wandering over, clearly curious about what has his fishing buddy tied up.

“Ah-ah, off the canvas!” Usopp says at once, pointing his brush at him. “You track paint everywhere and Nami will kill us both!”

Luffy pouts but tellingly stops in his tracks. Where he’s reclined in the grass nearby for his late-afternoon nap, Zoro snorts. The woman herself, sharing the newspaper with Robin, gives him an arch look and doesn’t deny a thing.

“But Usopp’s been busy all day,” Luffy grumbles. He crouches to start poking at Usopp’s supplies, his magpie-like curiosity unable to leave anything unbothered, even during a sulk.

And really, Usopp thinks wryly, if the world knew that this is what the captain of the Straw Hats was actually like.

“Sorry, Lu, but I’m almost done. I just wanted to get Sunny squared away ASAP.” He pats a dry bit of railing, hoping the ship can feel his fondness. “She deserves the best.”

Luffy brightens. “That’s true! Our nakama always come first.” But he’s still rooting around in Usopp’s stuff, and he makes a little ‘ohhh’ noise when he uncovers some of the unused paints.

“Luffy, if you keep bothering him he’ll never get done,” Sanji says as he comes over, bearing a tray of drinks and snacks. He points firmly at Usopp, and then at a big glass of water filled with crushed ice and diced strawberries. “Hydrate. Electrolytes. Or I’ll tattle on you to Chopper.”

“You really don’t have to threaten me with fruit water every time I work for longer than one hour in the sun,” Usopp tells him.

“Yes he does!” Chopper calls happily from his spot on the swing.

Usopp glances back at Luffy, and finds that in the thirty seconds he’s been unsupervised, he’s pried the lids off of three of the smaller paint tins. The look on his face is outright gleeful.

“Look! Red, blue and yellow, and they were all sitting together!” He rocks back and forth on his heels, glancing up at the rest of them. The short-sleeve shirt he’s wearing is coral pink and baby blue, patterned with little lambs and lions, and unbuttoned down the front so that Luffy’s massive battle scar is on prominent display. It’s a stark reminder that Usopp’s bright, childish best friend is also a wanted man worth four hundred million berries. “It reminds me of my first pirate flag!”

“That monstrosity you painted when we first got the Merry-Go?” Nami asks. “There wasn’t any blue in that flag.”

Luffy shakes his head, still smiling. “Nope, before that! Way before! I’ll show you.”

With a pilfered brush, he sits cross-legged in the grass, and starts to draw on the corner of the canvas. Usopp comes down the stairs to see better, and everyone else on deck gets up to venture closer, too. Even Zoro seems interested, when Usopp would have guessed that nothing short of a cask of rum would have gotten him up from his nap.

The design is so simple that even someone of Luffy’s limited talent can’t really mess it up. It’s just three letters: A S L.

“There’s supposed to be a crossbones, too, but I don’t have any white paint,” Luffy says cheerfully. “Ahhh, this really takes me back!”

“This was your flag, Luffy?” Chopper asks, planting his hooves on one of Luffy’s knees and leaning over his lap to study it like a little scholar. “What does it mean?”

Usopp thinks he’s braced for anything—he’s waiting to hear a really stupid, wonderfully Luffy-esque acronym—but their captain does what their captain loves to do, and takes them all by complete surprise.

“When I was little, my brothers and I wanted to be pirates together,” he says. “This was going to be our flag. Ace even made one, and we flew it above our hideout!”

Usopp sits down hard on a step. His heart is pounding so hard he can feel it in his throat and his ears. It’s abruptly impossible for him to look anyone else in the eye, but from the sudden stillness of their bodies, the way none of them say anything right away, he can guess his nakama are in the same boat.

Zoro is the first to speak up. “Would’ve thought you’d want red for your letter.”

“I did! Ace was so stingy.”

“Who was this?” Nami asks softly, kneeling at Luffy’s side and pointing at the blue S nestled between Ace and Luffy’s initials.

“Oh, Sabo!” Luffy’s smile widens. “He was the best. Ace always got so mad at me all the time, but Sabo never did. He was strong, too! I never beat him when we sparred, not even once.”

It’s like hearing him talk about Ace in Alabasta, Usopp thinks, but the past-tense is telling. Chopper’s eyes get all watery, and the reindeer clambers into Luffy’s lap, tugging at the arms that have leveled kingdoms and pummeled emperors until they’re wrapped around him in a hug.

Luffy laughs and plants his chin on the top of Chopper’s hat. He’s always been as tactile as he is strange, like a friendly feral cat. He and Chopper have an innate understanding of each other the way he and Zoro do, if on a lesser scale.

Robin, meanwhile, has gone a shade paler. “His name was Sabo? Could you tell us about him?”

“Mm,” Luffy agrees. And he tells them about a proud, kind boy from a cruel, selfish family of nobles, a boy who was constantly running away to join his best friends in the jungle and the junkyard where they made their home together. He tells it with a maturity only granted in hindsight, but the details are clearly pulled from a child’s memory.

He paints them a vivid picture of three boys thrown together by circumstances who chose to keep each other. His voice is bright as he describes the sake ceremony, their plans of going out to sea together, all their huge, impossible dreams.

If this conversation is digging at old wounds, it’s impossible to tell. He looks perfectly happy to share the story, surrounded by his favorite people and the bright summer sunshine, all of them cradled safely at home in the sea.

“Sabo went ahead of us,” Luffy tells them. “He finally escaped from his family and he left us a letter, promising to meet us again. But his boat got in the way of a Celestial Dragon’s ship, and so they blew it apart. He died before he could be free. That’s why Ace and I decided to live without regrets. That’s why I have to be Pirate King no matter what. I’ll be freer than anybody, for Sabo—and for Ace, too.”

Robin stands up so abruptly that Nami and Brook, on either side of her, both jump. She smooths out her sundress, a nervous flick of her hands that seems out of character, and says, “I need to make a call. Would you excuse me, captain?”

“Huh? Sure, Robin,” Luffy leans back to look at her upside-down, frowning. “You okay?”

Her eyes are a storm of panic and confusion and tenderness and urgency, but her face gentles the way it only does for her nakama. An arm blooms out of the grass beneath his head, stretching out its hand to curl its fingers into his hair, and then tugging with enough force to send him sprawling backwards.

It elicits an oof, and then a peal of laughter. Chopper, from where he’s still trapped against Luffy’s chest, starts laughing, too. Robin sweeps away to the aquarium bar where their Den-Den usually lives, and closes the door neatly behind her.

“Wonder what that was all about,” Nami murmurs, watching her go.

“Dunno, but it must be important. She’ll tell us when it matters,” Luffy says with perfect confidence, and no one can argue that.

There’s a slightly more fragile air around them now, even though Luffy seems determined not to notice it. He rolls over onto his stomach, squishing Chopper, and then rolls over again so that he’s flat on his back once more, right next to Zoro this time. He starts talking his first mate’s ear off about the giant crocodiles he used to hunt with his brothers. Brook settles in with them, copying Luffy’s starfish position. Usopp looks up at Nami in time to see her dash some tears away.

“Well,” she says, then has to clear her throat. “Well. That’s one worthy legacy. His brothers left him a big responsibility.”

“No better hands than his to leave it in,” Sanji mutters, holding the sides of his tray in a white-knuckled grip.

Usopp nods slowly, thinking of three little boys tearing through the wilderness, raising each other and building a life out of scraps, never learning how to slow down or dream smaller, finding something on that tiny island that some people search for their whole lives.

But he’s also thinking of that day in Alabasta, and the only thing Ace ever asked of them. The same thing Sabo had asked of Ace, all those years ago. A passing of the torch.

“They left us a job, too,” he says. “An important one.”

Sanji and Nami seem to understand right away. Nami’s mouth firms, and Sanji dips his head in a nod.

Take care of him for me.

“Hey, Franky,” Usopp says sometime later, wheeling his cart of painting supplies back into the workshop. When the shipwright glances up from his welding, Usopp tosses him the folded up piece of canvas he’d cut away from the rest of the sheet. “I wanna do something with this design. Hang it up somewhere. What do you think?”

Franky shakes the canvas loose, and a smile darts across his face at what is obviously their captain’s clumsy, enthusiastic handiwork. Franky missed that whole illuminating conversation Usopp and the others had earlier, but he clears his work desk anyway, and spreads the makeshift ASL flag out properly. If it’s important to Luffy and to Usopp, that’s enough to make it important to him, too.

“Walk me through it,” he says.

The very next day, a framed fabric print hangs in place of pride in the dining hall. Smaller than the huge flag that Sunny is flying, but still big enough to take up most of the wall between the pantry and galley doors. Luffy lights up when he sees it, and literally throws himself at Franky and Usopp in a full-body slam that nearly takes out the ladder to the quarterdeck.

His hug wraps around them three times, and he says, “I never thought our flag would really get to sail! Thank you!” which makes Franky start crying and the close-call with the ladder is forgotten about completely.

Two days after that, Robin sits them all down at the table, takes one of Luffy’s hands in both of hers, and says they should expect to have company very soon.

#one piece #op #opfic #asl bros #nakamaship #god usopp #monkey d luffy #my writing #prompt

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butlersbabe · 2 years

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Good Man’s Land– Cowboy!A.B. x reader

a/n: lemme just say, y’all are the real mvps for being so patient with me on this chapter. writers block and just being very unmotivated has really put a damper on my craft. i really appreciate all of you who have stuck with me. i love you all <3

warnings: drama drama drama. a couple time jumps. i took forever on this so if there’s something wrong, PLEASE lmk. swear words, mentions of sex, so maybe minors dni just in case. light angst. a pinch of fluff. this chapter is a fucking mess, i’m so sorry. it’ll get good, i promise.

w/c: like 3.3k? idk

be ready for lots of fluff AND angst next chapter 👹

part two 🐮

Part III.

You knew Austin was really close to Olivia. That didn’t bother you. But she really liked him. And you could tell she liked him. And that’s…That’s okay. Austin wasn’t yours. You guys just had sex once. That doesn’t mean he’s yours. Austin wasn’t yours. Hell, you didn’t even like the guy a week ago, why do you feel a burning pit of jealousy deep in your stomach?

“Olivia!” Mama got up and went to hug her, “It’s so nice to see you again, gorgeous.” Olivia was gorgeous. Perfect teeth, perfect nose, perfect lips, perfect. She was perfect. Papa even said hello before the two sat down on the couch practically on top of each other. You sat on the other end, shoving your face in your phone hoping everything would stay out of sight, out of mind. “How have you been?” Papa asks, opening the newspaper while Mama heads to the kitchen to finish supper. “I’ve been well, Mr. Y/L/N.”

“Just call me Papa, Mr. Y/L/N was my father’s name,” He chuckled.

Fuck, not her too.

“Okay, Papa.” Olivia smiles and settles into Austin’s arm that continues to stay glued to her hip. “I’m moving back to Marfa! On Oak Street! The cutest little townhouse you’ve ever seen. My parents decided Dallas was more their style. I tend to gravitate towards small town living.”

“That’s lovely, Olivia!” Mama hollers from the kitchen. “Yes! And I already have a job at the bank!” She exclaimed. “Amazing! That’s amazing, honey.”

You can’t recount how long it took Mama to finish supper. You could’ve sworn it wasn’t ever going to end. Luckily it did after an actual 15 minutes. The meal was finished in that time too. With it still being only around 8:30 pm, Austin suggested watching a movie. Mama and Papa figured it would be fine, but the two would end up leaving after 30 minutes. The movie wasn't all that great, anyways. That’s why you left an hour after the movie had started. You also couldn't stand watching the two cuddle and laugh at the film. It disgusted you for some reason. They looked so meant to be, it made your stomach turn.

“I’m going to bed.” You say, getting up, taking your phone and placing it on the side table so you could gather your blanket up. Chuck, a cow dog that thought he was a lap dog, hops from his place on your legs and follows you. Austin throws his free hand up and groans at you. “Aw, c’mon, darlin’. This is the best part.” You ignore him and keep on your way to your room, dragging your blanket with you. “Goodnight, Y/N!” Olivia hollers, Austin says the same right after.

In your room, you and Chuck enjoy the silence of the room but you're still confused as to why you felt such disgust while in the room with the two of them alone. It was obviously jealousy but you couldn't exactly figure out what else was tugging your nerves. You strip down to your bra and underwear from the hoodie you wore to hide anything and see the marks Austin left along your collarbones and breasts. Unhooking the bra, you took it to your hamper and threw it in then grabbed a shirt that had belonged to Austin. Your grandma didn’t like getting rid of clothes so you had accepted any shirts he’d wanted to get rid of. Cleaning the shirt didn't really get rid of his smell though. Shuffling over to your bed, you noticed your phone was missing. You asked Chuck if he knew where it was. He whines at you. You already knew you had left it downstairs with the happy couple. Your eyes couldn't roll far enough. Slipping your house shoes on, you make your way out of the door and to the creaky-floored hallway. You could hear your Papa’s snoring over the movie playing down in the living room. Luckily the floor stopped creaking at the stairs, it was starting to get annoying and you didn't want to wake your Mama up, she’s a light sleeper.

You turn the corner to the living room and see Olivia and Austin nearly eating each other’s faces off. You hit the corner, only paying attention to the pair making out on the couch. You startled them and they quickly disconnected. Before you could listen to what Austin was about to say, you quickly turned and made your way up the stairs, forgetting the phone. The burning was unbearable. It sat in the back of your throat, begging to be let out. Unintentionally, you slam the door. You stand before the mirror again and pull the collar of the shirt down to peek at the hickies again. Finally, you broke. You felt used. You didn't want to believe you’d given something to a man who already had access to it. He only came to apologize for getting into your pants. Sadness turned to anger. Heartbreak. Whatever it was. You felt played for a fool. Thankfully, Chuck was there to ease the pain.

The next morning, you’re up before Austin and Mama. You get up and pull out a button up and jeans and get dressed. You let your hair do its own thing, placing a cowboy hat over the messy strands. Walking out of your room and down the stairs, you met Papa in the kitchen. “Good morning, Papa.” you alarm him. He turns with a confused smile on his face, “Mornin’, Pops,” He answers. “Whatcha up so early for?” He was bewildered, completely stunned that you could even wake up this early. “I’m just ready to get started with the day. And I was out a bit late yesterday morning.” You say, grabbing a rice cake and the peanut butter jar. “What's on the agenda today, Papa?” You spread the chunky peanut butter across the cake piece. “Well, we're gonna go get the cows fed, count the chickens, then we gotta go to town and get some groceries. Austin can get the hogs fed and washed while we do that.”

You nod and head outside with him, wiping your hands on your denim clad legs. Jagger, Elvis and Diana are all making a fuss in the stables, ready for their day. You and Papa take your horses, leaving Elvis for Austin as per usual, and make your way to get the cows fed. Feed bags rested on the back sides of the horses. The four of you go out to where the cattle are and start to sprinkle some cake pellets to lead them to the hay bales. “C’mon, ladies!” Papa hollers at the cows. He points out Lady Marmalade, a pregnant milk cow who’s spots and blobs make it look like she’s wearing some hairy lingerie. He tells you about how she’s gonna pop any day now and you two had to figure out how to get her into the pen for observation. You warned that that specific job may be for him and Austin. He agreed.

Once that was done, Austin met you and Papa in the chicken coop area. You collected eggs while Papa milked a few cows just feet away from the coop . The hens were a bit feisty today, but you told yourself you weren’t going to fight anyone or anything today. “G’mornin’, sunshine.” He said towards you, his bright white teeth presented in a smile. “Go away.” You hiss, finishing the egg collecting. “What?” He laughs, acting stupid about the whole him-and-olivia-making-out-on-the-couch-last-night thing. “Don’t you have a face to be sucking off, right now?” You ask, passing him but not without a possibly intentional shoulder check. “No, I don’t. The only one I want to be doing that with is you.” He follows you to the house and inside the kitchen. “Really? Because you made it seem like Olivia’s face was so delicious last night.” He rolls his eyes and throws his arm midway up. “I don’t like her, Y/N. I rather hang around you and your laugh and your smile. I like hearing you making fun of my accent or the way I walk.” He said, “I really enjoy your company, and we just got caught up in the moment. Nothing happened. I promise you, Poppy.”

“Don’t ever call me that.” You didn’t know why but your anger had reached a peak. He was telling you how much he adored your presence but you saw him enjoying someone else’s last night. He didn’t think you were stupid, right? “You can call my grandparents Mama and Papa all you want but that does not give you the right to call me Poppy. They’ve earned getting to call me a nickname. All you do is play with my emotions. And I-I just can’t take it anymore.” You stammer with fat tears gathering in your eyes. Why were you about to cry? After placing the eggs in the crate on the counter, you walk past him once again. On your way to busy yourself with more chores.

Sitting in the passenger's seat, you listen to the radio as you and Papa drive down the dirt road. It was some old love song with a happy ending. You hated it. “Papa,” you sit back in your seat from your prior position, perched on the open-windowed door. “How did you know you liked Mama?” You ask, letting out a huff. He chuckles and looks at you with a smile that could be described as “I already know what this is about”. He placed a hand on your knee and squeezed it. “I knew I liked Mama when I started hating seeing her talk to other boys our age. I hated seeing her smile at any other boy that wasn’t me. I hated knowing that I wasn’t the only guy who’s jokes she’d laughed at.” He replaces the hand back on the wheel with the other.

“You like Austin, don’t you?”

Your brows furrowed and you shot him a dirty look. “Absolutely not. He’s an asshole-”

“Language.”

“I’m sorry. He’s an a-hole. He doesn’t like me and I don’t like him.” You cross your arms and rest them on your chest. It was true, you really didn’t like him, that’s what you kept telling yourself at least. “I like boys who don’t bully me and mess with my feelings.”

“So you do like him. And that’s okay. Mama and I knew there was a chance that you two would get a little cozy with one another. But we didn’t expect it so suddenly.” He spoke in a way that sounded so wise but he was only stating facts. “I believe that you and him should probably revert back to just coworkers, friends, you know? Just so you don’t get hurt.” He pets your hair and looks at you for a split second. All he wanted was the best for you. And maybe Austin wasn’t that. “Mama wants you guys to do what feels right.” And for some reason, Austin had felt right.

“But I do like him, Papa.” You peep, turning your head to look out the window. “I don’t want to be just coworkers. I want him to like me back but he just likes that Olivia girl.” You hiss. He laughs at you and shakes his head before explaining that “He and Olivia had been messing around for years now. If they haven't gotten together by now, they probably never will.”

“What if he doesn’t want to be with me?”

“So what if he doesn’t? He’s a dirty, ole cattleman who will be here until he decides it’s time to leave. And he’s been working for us for nearly 8 years. Go find you a man who is a bit more in your comfort zone. Someone who thrives in the city and wants a big house in the suburbs. Don’t settle for our ranch hand because he has blond hair and blue eyes.”

Papa knew what you wanted, you’d talked about it since when you were young. But maybe that’s changed all because of Austin. Maybe you’d be okay with living in the country and being a farm lady. Have four kids and two dogs. A few barn cats and assorted animals. You kinda hoped that things would lead to you really wanting that with him. But Papa was right. Why were you really considering even being with Austin? You questioned just about everything that had to do with his name.

“You’re right.”

Back at the house after all the groceries were bought, Mama had you put up all of them while the men were off doing god knows what. You left out hamburger meat to thaw and let hamburger buns. The other dog, who’s name you’d learned was Hank, sat next to you and begged for you to drop literally any. He wasn’t supposed to eat any human food otherwise he’d want more. So you drop the slightest piece of raw meat on the ground. “Don’t tell Mama.” You whisper to him.

“Poppyseed, you better not be giving that damn dog any food.”

“I’m not!” Well, not anymore.

A week flies by.

You and Austin had spoken to each other only during work hours. Stayed up thinking about how things would’ve worked out if you had just stayed home. If dad had made enough money. If mom hadn’t passed. If you just hadn’t met Austin. Anything but the situation you were in right now. You worked your ass off. Just trying to distract yourself from the cowboy. You saw Olivia twice. Once at church and then the grocery store. Austin usually went to see her at the bank or her home.

The day continues on. You held onto what grandpa said about not settling. And he was right. You shouldn’t have to let all your plans go to waste because you liked a hillbilly from Marfa, Texas. You didn’t want to live on a farm for the rest of your life, you wanted to be anywhere but. However, you’d gladly do that for him…Funny what simple infatuation does. You stayed away from Austin as much as you could. You didn’t want to get caught up in another talk again. It broke your heart how much he seemed he cared but maybe he didn’t care at all.

Usually, Papa and Mama were in bed at 8:30 pm. But oddly, they were still up at 10. You could tell they were discussing something, it seemed really serious. They weren’t yelling but they definitely were talking with a purpose. It didn’t frighten you but curiosity definitely was present. But you digress. You keep on your way to the kitchen past their room. You meet Austin there, quickly turn around to go back to your room. You’d get water later or something.

“Hey. Don’t leave, please.” He asks. He sighs and you walk back into the kitchen. “I really apologize, Y/N. I didn’t realize how much seeing me with Olivia would hurt you. I didn’t even think you cared about me like that.” Austin says, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t.” You lied, taking a glass from the cupboard. “Yeah, I was upset but that doesn’t mean I like you.” You filled the glass with ice and water before sitting it down on the counter. “If you don’t like me, why wouldn’t you just brush it off?”

“I don’t like you, Austin.”

“You’re lying. And I hope you are because after that night, I realized how much I might actually like you too.” He says, words started to get caught up in his throat. “Even before then, I felt a way towards you. I knew I couldn’t help it and it just came out wrong. I hate that I treated you so badly in the beginning because when it started to matter, you didn’t want to talk to me. That’s why I came and apologized. And now you don’t talk to me unless we’re out on those damn horses.”

“And then you fucked me and made out with Olivia the next day.”

“I was confused, Y/N! I didn’t want to like you, I was hoping something would spark between her and I. It’s fucked, I know-”

“Yeah, it is fucked. I really thought you could’ve been one of those guys who stuck with one girl but you don’t. And that’s fine but I will not be one of your pawns.”

“Y/N, you’re not. I like you.”

You had to leave. Your glass of water stayed in the kitchen, but you had to go away as soon as you could. Damn, you sure cried a lot here. But it made sense. Everything that’s been going on, it’s been a lot on you. Now this? Austin’s just going to admit his stupid feelings? You didn’t understand. You felt him following you as you quickly walked to your room. He said your name in hope you’d turn and stop but you didn’t. You kept on until you reached your room, slamming the door. He comes bursting in just seconds after, closing the door as softly as he could being so riled up.

“Get out!” You say through your grit teeth. He obviously wasn’t going to do that so you shove him, barely moving an inch. “Go away! I don’t want to look at you!” Your eyes are clouded with tears and you go to shove him but he catches your wrists and pulls you into his embrace. His hold on you was solid but caring and when you tried to pull away, you wouldn’t budge. “Y/N, stop, please.”

“No! You stop!” Your voice is soft but so full of emotion. Anger, sadness, regret. You didn’t exactly know what was going on with your feelings. “Y/N, stop. Please. Let me talk.” You become less frantic give about 30 seconds and you look at Austin, trying to keep your cool. He lets go of you and walks over to your bed. You follow and sit next to him. His fingers run through his hair before starting to talk. You could tell he was nervous.

“Look, Y/N…” He starts, rubbing his palms on his thighs. “I really do like you. And I was hoping that maybe you’d be so kind as to let me have a chance. Or at least a do-over.” Austin’s eyes finally find yours, they’re soft and vulnerable, something you’ve never seen before. “I just really have started to care for you and I’ve realized that I wouldn’t mind hearing your laugh everyday or just being around you.”

“Austin, you don’t mean that.”

“I really do.” His hand finds a spot on your thigh, his eyes still connected with yours. “So, if you’d be so nice enough as to let me have a chance, I’d like to take you to dinner.”

“Dinner? Where?”

“Planet Marfa. It’s a little bar and restaurant. It’s cute and I want to take you there. We’ll eat and dance, I promise it will be worth it. So, can I take you?”

As much as this man has hurt you in the past, you still wanted to go. You liked him and that wasn’t going to dissipate any time soon. You really wanted to give him a chance and he seemed serious about it. “Sure.” You say with subtle uncertainty. But you were so excited to say the least. This is what you wanted and you finally had it.

“Great.” Austin leans in to give you a small kiss. “Amazing, actually. You’ve made me a happy man. We’ll go Friday night?” He says getting up and walking backwards to the door. “Friday night, got it.” You smiled. And he walked out, but then opened the door again to say good night. As he closes the door again, you have a giddy grin that couldn’t go away. You were going on a date…with Austin.

You throw the covers over your body and pick up your phone to text your dad.

hey, dad! i just wanted you to know i’m going on a date this friday :)

He answered almost immediately which didn’t surprise you a bit. His job didn’t allow him much sleep.

That’s great, baby! What’s their name?

his name is austin! he works at the ranch with mama, papa, and i.

You’re falling in love with a cowboy? Why am I not surprised?

lol. i’m excited. but i just wanted to let you know! goodnight <3

goodnight, baby. i’m happy for you.

You turn your phone off and sit it back on the nightstand. You fell asleep happy, such an opposite feeling that what you were just feeling. Something you hadn’t done in a while. This was going to be good, you were going to make sure of it. You couldn’t let this cowboy break you heart again.

part four 🔥

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darkwaveho · 2 years

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Damage Control

Summary: This is not part of the main storyline just an alternative to what R would do after Natasha’s actions.

Parings: Mob!Natasha Romanoff x reader, Detective!Monica Rambeau x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, mentions of domestic violence, cheating, cursing, fluff?, comfort, betrayal. possessive behavior, unhealthy relationship.

An: Idk if I even like this very much, so if its trash I apologize 😂

“Darcy be sure to have those reports on my desk by today.” She walks into her office shuts the door and turns on the light. “What are you doing here?” she says while gripping her gun holster.

you shift around in her chair before speaking. “Relax, Monica. That’s not how you greet someone who’s going to be doing you a huge favor.”

“What can you possibly do for me miss y/l/n?”

“I can think of a few things.” You slowly scope her figure, top to bottom until you meet her eyes again. “But I’m here for business.”

“Business?” You hum in agreement. “Last time I checked you didn’t own anything, now get to the point before I arrest you.”

“Arrest me? If you want me in handcuffs all you have to do is, ask baby.” You wink at her. “I’m here to help you take Natasha down.” She’s utterly surprised by your confession. “Really?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I weren’t serious miss Rambeau.” She goes to correct the way you addressed her, but you cut her off again. “Everything you need to know is in this folder right here.”

“And you’re just giving this to me? Why? How do I know this isn’t a trick?” You check your nails already bored with her curious questions. “You’re asking too many questions, you’re smart. You know when something’s not right and this isn’t that.”

“You didn’t answer the question. Why?”

“Payback.” You shrug your shoulders.

“For what?” You release an exhausted breath. “You’re very nosy, aren’t you?” She challenges you by raising an eyebrow silently.

“Because she did this.” You point to the bruise on your face and your busted lip. Monica hadn’t even noticed it; she was too puzzled on your overall appearance in her office. “I’m sorry she did that to you.” She holds your hand on the desk.

“Do you want to report that while you’re here?” You laugh at her. “What’s that gonna do other than piss her off more?” She punches her eyebrows together. “It’s gonna show her that there are consequences for her actions. It’s gonna show her that it’s not okay to put her hands on you.”

“Do you even know who you’re talking about right now? None of those things matter… not to her, at least not anymore. She said she’d never hit me and here I am.”

“We can put you in witness protection.” You shake your head. “That’s useless she has power, and not just here. She has ears and eyes everywhere. Even coming here is a damn death wish on my part. Once she knows I’m gone she won’t stop until she finds me.”

“So, what happens when you give me this folder? Where are going to go?”

“Well, if you do your job correctly Nat will be in prison and everyone else involved. I’ll be long by then. If not, then she comes for me, and I need you to not let that happen.”

“I’ll try my best, if everything is in this folder like you say it is than we shouldn’t have a problem.”

“I don’t need you to try, I need you to do” your grip on her hand tightens when you don’t get the reassurance that you need. if you were going to give her up you need security that she wouldn’t be able to get out.

“You have my word.” You nod once releasing her hand that you didn’t even remember grabbing. “Then I’ll be on my way miss Rambeau.” She clears her throat and grabs your arm before you walk away from her desk. “That’s captain.” You turn your head with a slight smirk. “My apologies Captain Rambeau.” You whisper softly while gazing strongly into her brown eyes. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Go lock the door and tell Darcy to forget about the reports for today.”

“Are you insane? I don’t know what you think this-“ you place your perfectly manicured finger against her lips. “Don’t, do that please.”

“Don’t, do what?”

“Act like you haven’t been giving me fuck me eyes underneath all that G.I Joe persona. If we’re doing this now is your only chance.” You can see the turmoil in her mind of doing this. She takes too long for your liking, and you move away from her to leave but she stops you bringing her lips to yours, very cautious of your wound.

“Took you long enough.” You tease her. “Shut up.” She does as requested, telling Darcy to forget about the reports today and to take lunch early. Monica takes her place in front of you waiting for further instructions.

“This doesn’t change anything; I’m still not going into witness protection.”

“You already made up your mind.” She shrugs, but deep down she was hoping you would come around at least then she’d be able to keep tabs on you. “Good, now unbutton your blouse and take it off…slowly” you quickly add that at the end. You lift her on to her mahogany waxed desk. Quick to attach your lips to her and the skin of her neck. “Mmh, what perfume is that?” The aroma invading your nostrils motivates you to finally slide your hand underneath her skirt. “D-Dior” she pants in your ear while you keep your focus on her neck. “It smells heavenly on you.” you could say you took a page out of your girlfriend’s book, you came here for business, but you ended up getting pleasure in the end.

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“Where the hell have you been?” She snatches your arm just as you make it through the front door.

“Out” her grip tightens.

“Out where?” You refuse to answer until she shakes you harshly. “I went shopping, I need fresh air.” you turn your face away from her.

“I was worried about you all day sweet face you can’t just leave whenever you want just because you’re upset with me.” She turns your face back to her and rubs your bruised lip softly. “I’m sorry.” She pushes her nose further into your neck. “Forgive me? I had Nora make your favorite. Lasagna.” You expected more graveling, and more begging than this. You give her the answer she was looking for just to get away from her and find a peaceful spot in the huge mansion.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” she’s taken aback by the lack of rebellion from you.

“Yeah, what else am I supposed to say?” You shrug and walk past her. It hits her right away and she instantly questions you. “What’s that smell?”

“What do you mean?”

“That’s not your usual fragrance that you use.”

“Oh right, I tried it on at the store, but I didn’t really want it.”

“It smells amazing on you, remind me the name of it so I can buy it for you.” She kisses you once more as you hum in agreement. “It’s Dior.” little did she know she was loving the scent of another woman. Another woman that would take her down for everything she’s ever done.

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“I want this whole perimeter secured. Block all exit points.” She exhaled softly. “Let’s finally take this bitch down.” Monica made sure to have the detectives in unmarked cars not wanting to alert Natasha of their arrival for her to escape. She walks to the front door ringing the bell. The door opens to a confused elder woman. “May I help you?” Nora goes weary when she spots the badge on Monica’s hip. “Hello ma’am is Natasha Romanoff home? I have some very important information for her.” Nora had the lie right on the top of her tongue before Natasha walks down the stairs making her presence known.

“It’s alright Nora, why don’t you go finish dinner.” Nora looks apprehensive to leave but does as she’s told. after Natasha gave her a stern look. Natasha clears her throat and calmly and elegantly walks down the stair meet Monica at the door. “What can I do for you miss?” She waits for an answer. “Captain Rambeau” Monica makes sure to put the emphasis on the word Captain. Letting her superior title be known.

“Right, well what do you want?” Natasha calmly raises an eyebrow at her. She wasn’t scared in the least. she had a good lawyer. she had money. They couldn’t hold her no matter how hard they try. It’s happened before she gets arrested and gets released within no time like nothing ever happened. But this time however was not like any of those other times. Monica holds the paper up in front of Natasha’s face as she read off the paper Monica pulls another paper out of her back pocket.

“We also have a warrant to search the place.” She hands her the paper. “But in the meantime, let’s get you situated.” She nods to the fellow detectives as the enter the house pulling Natasha to the side and the other roaming the mansion to get started on collecting evidence. “Get your fucking hands off of me you pig.” Natasha spits her words harshly at the detective.

“You have the right to remain silent anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.” Natasha didn’t pay the detectives any mind as they read her Miranda rights. “Nora, call y/n and tell her what’s going on. Tell her to meet me at the station.” Monica has to fight off a smile as she knows you won’t be coming to rescue Natasha. There was nothing she could do but pay for her crimes. Monica walks over to Bucky just ask the other detectives search him and place him in the squad car along with Clint. Yelena gets shoved into the car with Natasha. Monica smiles victoriously as she witnesses the first step of getting things under control in the city.

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Natasha sat in the interrogation room for hours not saying a word. they presented her with everything to documents and pictures and still she remained calm. on the inside she was caught off guard. how the hell could they have gotten this? there was a rat on her team, and she’d find out who it was, and when she does, she’ll make them wish they never double crossed her. Monica enters the interrogation room gloating in front of Natasha. “We’ve been after you a long time Miss Romanoff.”

“Sounds to me like you’re obsessed with me, sorry to let you down but I’m taken.” she smirks. Monica gets a little angry, how could she claim you like this after what she did to you? “I hope whoever she is she gets far away from you as possible; you don’t deserve anything good and pure in your life. and honestly if it were up to me, you’d be getting the chair instead of harsh sentencing.” she leans forwards on the metal table invading Natasha’s personal space.

“What’s that smell?” Natasha recognizes it but she doesn’t want to believe it. “It’s Dior.” Monica says flatly but she shifts to a smug and confident demeanor. “I’m sure your girlfriend would really like it.” Monica kept her gaze locked in until she noticed a shift on Natasha’s face. “You dirty bitch!” her nose twitched slightly before she was quick to jump up from the table, she wasn’t able to do much damage with the cuffs on and the extra security, but it still scared Monica. she got the best of a few guards before they tased her and slammed her down on the cold old concrete floor. you ratted her out, not only her but everyone including Yelena.

Natasha always wanted to keep her sister safe, and you just handed her away on a silver platter just because you were upset about a mistake she made? there was a reason why she never let Yelena do too much dirty work. just in case something like this happened she would still have her freedom and you took that from her. not only did you snitch but you had the audacity to cheat on her with a goddamn cop? Natasha cannot wait to get out of here so she can find you and punish you for what you’ve done. she’ll be counting the days and she’ll be thinking of different ways to torture you. Monica says her farewells to the other officers in the room as she leaves out the room, she can hear Natasha shouting and having a tantrum about how she was going to get out of this and that she’d kill her forever touching you.

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You got what you wanted. The night you came back from Monica’s office you went into Natasha’s safe taking everything she had stashed inside the vault. It wasn’t like she’d be needing it anyway. Monica insisted on having a detective escort you to the airport.

You didn’t tell her where you were going you didn’t even know. You thought about doing something spontaneous. That was something you wanted to do with Nat, you wanted to go on the promised vacation trips. Now you would be doing that on your own. You would’ve loved to do it with Yelena, but you also had to turn her in just for extra safety precautions and you feel like shit for punishing her because of something her sister did.

The reality of it all was that she wouldn’t let you leave either. You know she wouldn’t. You are her only friend. her best friend. Yelena developed a strong bond with you there was no way in hell she would let you leave the city. She’d go just as crazy and manic as Natasha would when they realize your absence and what you’ve done.

Two months, you’re on two months of peace. Monica gave you her card for you to check in with her. It was time. You don’t know what the aftermath of everything and you honestly don’t want to know. You dial up Monica’s number and she picks up on the first ring. “Eager to talk to me captain?” The other end of the phone is silent you grow worried for a moment before you hear Monica release an exhausted breath. “Monica, what’s wrong?”

“We need you to testify, y/n.” Your mouth goes dry as you sit on the beach chair on your balcony. “Y/n, did you hear what I said?”

“Why the fuck do you need that from me? I gave you everything you needed.”

“It’s not as easy as it seems y/n we believe Natasha has influenced someone behind the scenes to rule in her favor.”

“What?” You had no knowledge of Natasha having connections to judges, you underestimated her power once again. “Shit.”

“I know, which is why we need you to testify against her.”

“No fucking way are you insane? I’ll be locked away somewhere when she gets ahold of me, never seeing daylight again. I betrayed her and Yelena you have no idea what will happen to me.”

“Well, if you don’t, she walks.”

“How long do I have?” you pace back and forth on the balcony ready to grab everything and catch the next flight to anywhere. you couldn’t stay in one place for too long anymore.

“Two days.” you pull the phone away from your ear. You close your eyes breathing through your nose and out your mouth to remain calm. “You promised me. You gave me your word!”

“No one saw this coming, y/n, I did the best I could.” her voice sounds desperate “Just...please come back and testify. I can protect you.” that was a load of shit. you don’t doubt that Monica would do everything she could to make sure you were safe, but she was no match for the red headed Russian. you couldn’t put yourself in that position you’re better off on your own.

“Y/n?” she gets nervous with the dead silence from you. she needed this. she needed Natasha to stay locked away.

“Goodbye, Monica.” you hang up in her not giving her an inch to say anything else. Looks like you were really gonna be bouncing from city-to-city, state to state and country to country. You can’t run forever, you’ll run out of money and when you do, she’ll be there to drag you back to that hell of a life she called a relationship.

#monica rambeau x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #damage control au #mob!natasha romanoff #mob!nat #Detective!Monica Rambeau #DarkWaveHo

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centuryberry · 1 year

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Hello! I wanted to make an ask about a what-if that was floating around in my head for a while (like 2 days.)

The “what-if” being a scenario in which a cub appears in the little dawn au form the future. Only that the cub is not Wukong’s and Macaques, it’s trafficlights trio’s future cub. (They can be from an alternate universe in which MK stay’s in sundown au or from somewhere else.)

What would be everyone’s reaction to the future grandchild/child? Personally I think their personality would be a lot like young MK or Mei (maybe a bit like macaque seeing as they probably spend a lot of time with their grandma?) and that they would be really spoiled by their grandparents and pearents.

I see the child as a female and closer to a bull demon in appearance (cus ya know, their from the demon bull clan? They kinda have to be a bull to fit in?) but honestly it could be what ever you want. (Imagine if they had the face markings like Mk’s side of the fam? Or maybe their hair is black like Mei’s?!)

As for how the child even came to be, I would say that it was through some weird magic (maybe they inserted all their power into a stone? Blood rituals/magic???)

OMG, what if the child traveled back in time to meet their Maba (bama? Baba? Papa?) MK because for what ever reason something happed to MK and he can no longer be around! Maybe he was killed! Idk, at this point I’m rambling.

Sorry for the long ask. I originally didn’t know where to send this because there are like, two blogs making posts about sundown AU and I didn’t know who I should be sending this to (but because Xiaodan is from you fic “little dawn” I decided to send this to you.)

chapter 11 was a bomb (I just finished it before sending this) and if you want you can ignore this entire ask, just tell me if you do so I don’t end up expecting anything or smt (or don’t, you can do whatever you want.)

Thank you for reading this silly and kinda dumb rambling, I honestly don’t even remember what the original ask was but thank you for reading through all this. Have a lovely day or night filled with unending joy and kind thoughts. You are appreciated and I am so great full you took time out of your life to write your stories and read through this whole thing.

Bye bye 👋

Hello there! Don’t apologize about the length of l the ask. I love to see people getting excited over this amazing AU (belonging to peachshadows/terrible-leviathan, please don’t hold off on giving them some love they deserve the world for their creativity). To clarify, the Sundown Era is their creation while Little Dawn, a fluffier spin off the AU, was expanded on by me with the fic.

As for the scenario, I’d theorize that there would be a lot of chaos. If this is happened during the Little Dawn setting with MK already dropping into the world, SD!Shadowpeach would be thrilled at the idea of another cub/calf to spoil and look forward to - also cementing their time travel theory. SD!Ironbull would he similarly doting while also pushing for the wedding sooner. I mean, it’s obviously going to happen so why not sooner?

Red Son would be flustered and over the moon at the same time at the confirmation of a child and would do his best to “prove” his ability to childrear in front of MK. I feel like Mei would think the kid is cute but also be a little nervous? She’s not at the point in life where she’s ready for a kid. Would still spoil and play with the baby, though.

As for MK? He’s just worried that another universe is missing their kid. He’s stressed and worried for not one, but two babies that don’t belong. He would be flustered about the implications of the baby’s existence if he wasn’t already in a difficult position.

Thanks for this fun ask! And thank you for reading Little Dawn!

#answered ask #little dawn #traffic light trio #baby monkey #chimerashipping

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normally-o-a-k · 1 year

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Hey look a fanfiction

Scam/Jodie

Friends to lovers, multi chapter, barely hurt comfort anymore, no beta we die like Glenn, idk what to tag this I’ve never written fic before lmao, some body horror this chapter (descriptions of a creature that looks like the library)

Rating: it’s still pretty teen.

Chapter 4/?

Previous Chapter:

Absolutely delighted by the suggestion Scam sits back up on the couch. “Truth or dare hmm? Thats a bold choice~ Wouldn’t that be more fun with …. Let’s say one or two more players?” As he counts a blue and pink version of Scam appear on the couch on either side of him.

All three versions of Scam grin and eye Jodie like he’s on the menu.

“Or is it too overwhelming to be… let’s call it ‘outnumbered’ for now~”

Jodie figured he’d have some way of giving himself the advantage, But now faced with three versions of Chaos incarnate his confidence was starting to waver. “It’s fine. I can handle it”

“Oooh! Delightful! Tell me since you’re so brave, are we placing a wager? Perhaps the first to back out owes the other one favor~?” The grin that was spreading across Scam’s face had Jodie’s mouth feeling a bit too dry.

“I’ll take that bet… But one rule, no dares that magically change my life…. Deal?” Like hell he was going to play if he was going to pull something like he did to Ron again.

“Deal~ this is a friendly game, I’m not looking to avenge anyone this time so you can relax~ “ he holds out a slightly too long hand to shake on it and Jodie, who’s starting to think he made a mistake, shakes before he can change his mind. “ Go ahead then you brave boy~ start the game~”

Jodie sits back on the couch trying to feign confidence. “Ok. Truth or dare?”

The original Scam laughs “I believe it was Ron who said dare was the sexier option~ so go ahead! Hit me with your best dare~”

Shit. He’d been hoping for truth so he could get him to admit he’s been messing with him. “I dare you not to use any magic for the rest of the night” Jodie grins right back at Scam.

“Ohhh? Interesting! cut me off then~ These two will disappear on their own anyway~” Scam was enjoying this probably more than Jodie knew. It was rare that someone else initiated anything like this with him.

The pink Scam temples his fingers, smirking at Jodie “Truth or Dare Jodie?”

Jodie weighs his options. He was sure all versions of Scam would target him so he was about to get asked the same thing two more times… “truth.”

“I’ll make it a juicy one then~” Scam Pink laughs, absolutely tickled by the fact that he gets to ask something he’d been curious about “Do you miss being human?”

Jodie frowns Scam would be able to tell if he lied, that much he was sure of… So he’d give him the honest truth “It was me but it wasn’t… I lived in that reality for most of Nickolas’ life… every last memory I have of his childhood is back there in that life… so its natural for me to miss it sometimes isn’t it? I suppose I could just go back to earth if I really wanted to… I could look human again… but Nicky…. He’s not who he used to be either…. So it wouldn’t be the same…it wouldn’t be that peaceful easy life we had as a family no matter what I did… I don’t know that I fully want it to be either… Nicky has both Glenn and I and He likes the freedom of going back and forth… so I’ll just keep working, and spend the time with him that I can…So yeah sometimes I miss it… but I don’t want to go back…”

The expression on every version of Scam sitting across from him softens slightly. The pink one speaks up again, suddenly next to him. “It’s normal to mourn parts of your life that are gone~ you went through big changes after all~” He traces a finger over one of Jodie’s horns as if to make his point in the most flirtatious way possible.

“Yeah well it’s not like I miss the time I spent as the battle axe of hatred and that was a big part of my life too…” he doesn’t pull away when the pink version of Scam wraps an arm around him “you’re probably right though…. wait! you lose, you teleported to this couch!”

A chorus of Scam’s laughter drowns out the jazz music for a moment before they settle back down “That wasn’t magic~ I’m just that fast!”

Any victorious feeling that briefly flashed up inside of Jodie just as quickly fizzled out. “You just get more impressive with everything I learn about you…”

The original Scam just smiles, two of his hands clasping over his heart, another hand fanning himself. “Ohh what a flatterer you are! ‘be still my heart’ and all that~” Though he was sure it was unintentional Scam was enjoying the positive attention he was getting. “It’s my turn! Truth or Dare…. Hmm… I choose Jodie~”

He wasn’t surprised, he’d expected to be chosen every turn. What he hadn’t accounted for was losing half his focus to the Pink Scam who was leaning against him. He figured it was Scam trying to comfort him so he just lets it happen. “Truth”

“Hmm~ I can’t help but feel like you’re trying to take the easy way out~” He laughs and leans back on the couch, crossing his legs. It didn’t matter really to him what Jodie chose, he was having fun playing, but truth afforded him some opportunities he wouldn’t otherwise have. “Are you interested in someone~?”

Shit well, at least he hadn’t asked Jodie to name names. “Yes…. There’s someone that’s got me interested”

“Ohhh? Tell me, is it someone we know?~” Both the blue and purple versions of Scam lean closer. The pink version seemed perfectly comfortable where it was, several hands curled around the arm he was leaning on.

Jodie grins at Scam “one question at a time” and there it was, the last time he could choose truth without being in danger of admitting something. He relaxes a bit knowing what was going to come next.

The blue version of Scam folds his arms “truth or dare! I choose… Scam!”

“What?” Jodie’s mind was racing with a million questions, he had thought these were just copies of Scam, but were they thinking independently? Why would he choose himself? What was he playing at?

“Truth~” he swings one of his legs a bit, all four hands folded in his lap as he keeps his eyes firmly locked on Jodie.

The blue Scam smirks as though he’s got one up on himself “has anyone caught your eye?”

“Ohhh yes~ very much so~! I find him incredibly interesting and it doesn’t hurt at all that he’s so ridiculously good looking~ if only he’d get the hint~!” He doesn’t break eye contact with Jodie, staring him down with intent.

He frowns, everything seemed to suggest it was part of the bit directed at him. But…Scam seemed to take games pretty seriously so he didn’t doubt he was actually just confessing to liking someone. He wonders briefly if any of the other Daddies fit that description. There’s a flash of jealousy when he tries to picture it.

“If he’s not picking up on hints why don’t you just be direct?”

Scam shouldn’t be surprised Jodie was still being so stubbornly oblivious, but really that was as close to an actual confession as he’d gone and it’d still failed. “It might surprise you to hear, but I’m not fond of rejection either~”

“Do… you want help?” Jodie knew realistically that he’d probably have a hard time doing it but he honestly wanted to see Scam happy.

“That’s nice of you to offer but the act of seduction is a game in of itself~ it’s not exactly one you play in teams, though if it was, I would love nothing more to be on your team~” Scam’s smile softens even more.

“Maybe that’s exactly why it isn’t working…? You keep thinking of things in terms of games… but relationships don’t work like that… you are supposed to be a team. You can’t build something long lasting if you both aren’t working together… maybe treat it like that and see if it makes a difference?”

Scam goes quiet biting back the want to insist that he’s actually right, sitting back again on the couch a bit rigidly “I think you might be right~ maybe I’m wrong after all… isn’t that concept a novelty?~ It’s your turn again Jodie!”

“Yeah, uh okay Truth or Dare?” He smiles, this was pretty fun after all.

“Who? Me, me or the other me?” Scam visibly relaxes, laughing.

“You” Jodie laughs too.

“Oh of course~ I choose dare! Give me your worst, handsome~ I can handle it!”

He claps his hands excitedly.

“I dare you to…” shit, he was drawing a blank. Everything his brain was supplying was so juvenile. “Oh! This isn’t it right? So show me what you really look like.”

His eyes widen in surprise. “Oh what an interesting dare! Are you absolutely sure that’s what you want~? It’s not going to be very fun for you”

He shrugs, giving him a smug smile “I thought you said you could handle it. I guess you chicken out then ?”

“Oh no, Not at all! I just don’t want you to have any regrets~” he supposes it was a just matter of time before Jodie saw it and any budding interest he could have had in him fades to nothing. He didn’t actually want to do this, but it was a dare and he wasn’t about to lose. “Will it count against the dare forbidding me from magic? I can’t do both~”

“It’s an exception, come on, don’t try to get out of it with excuses” Jodie had been curious since they’d met and now that he’d dared him he was intent on seeing it.

“If you insist~” his skin starts to bubble, his bones cracking and creaking as his limbs and spine lengthen. His skin pulls tight across the changing bones in his face, several more eyes open below and above the three he’d had already, his jaw spitting into a grin that was wider than his elongated face could accommodate.

Jodie stares up at him, dwarfed by Scam in this form. If he was being honest with himself, this didn’t hinder his attraction to Scam in the least.

The other two versions of Scam are pulled into him, disappearing into the skin of his massively long arms. He moves forward, meter long fingers curling around Jodie’s chest, pinning him against the couch with just one hand. He leans in, face inches from Jodie’s, more then a half dozen eyes locked on him .

Jodie’s heart was pounding in his ears. He could feel a blush spreading over his face “shit…”

Scam could feel his heart racing.

He quickly changes back “Oops~ I guess that was probably a bit much for you huh? It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to let loose like that~! But it’s fine~ Really, who doesn’t prefer a more compact and sexy Scam~?” He laughs, uncomfortable with how quiet Jodie had gotten, leaning close, a significantly smaller hand still planted on the center of Jodie’s chest. His heart rate wasn’t slowing. He must have terrified him.

“You… wow….” Jodie smiles, no hint of fear in his voice, there was however an edge of excitement to his voice that was the last thing he expected out of the demon “damn you’re tall…”

Scam makes no effort to move from his position, Jodie’s genuine smile throwing him for a loop. This, he was sure, was not going to be the last time Jodie would absolutely fascinate him. This was enough to tip the scales for him, no more skirting around what he wanted. His voice practically a purr “Truth or Dare Jodie~”

“Dare…” Jodie’s smile widens a bit.

“Kiss me~ if you’re not a cowar—“

Jodie doesn’t wait for him to finish, closing the distance between them, lips crashing against Scam’s in a desperate open mouth kiss. He reaches up, sliding a hand into Scam’s hair and pulling him closer.

Scam moans into the kiss, closing his eyes and losing himself in it. He’d wanted this for a while and it was everything he’d imagined and more… it wasn’t by any means a good kiss… it was sloppy and desperate… but it was the desperation he found so appealing. The way they both held each other tightly pressed against the other, wanting to somehow kiss harder, to kiss more, a crescendo of feelings they’d both been holding back. Any doubts he had about Jodie feeling something back were gone, no one kisses like this and doesn’t mean it.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads spoilers #dnd dads #dndads s2 #dnddads #dndads season 2 #dndads fanfic #dungeons and daddies fan fiction #scamster #scodie #scam/jodie #jodie/scam #jodie foster #scam actually #scam likely

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hey, hi SO KAJAKS i read some of you works and 🛐🛐 damn, it is so good. (but why do you bully my man so much??😭😭 im talkin bout kid lmao)

my request is could you write for (surprise surprise) kid x gn!reader in where he is in a relationship w someone who's... like really quiet in school (plus sleeps in class) but talks waay too much when alone w him (about any stupid thing they like), they're tired 24/7, super sarcastic and love to "trash talk" people w kid (i just see that happening kajsk). and don't worry if you don't like the request or something, feel free to ignore and delete it!!!

a/n - Kajsjsbdjdbc you’re so sweet I’m so glad you like my stuff 🥺 Idk why I bully him sm sorryyy- and oml I feel like kid and reader would literally be the best trash talkers, whispering, gossiping, omg. Yes. And we all love a sleep deprived reader <3

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, sleep deprivation, I might bully kid, I’ll try my best not to :’)

No you.

It was another boring day in class. You felt like you were about to fall asleep, the teacher’s rambling on- whatever little nuances in the historical textbook the class was reading was only feeding your fatigue even more. You fiddled with your pencil, twirling it around in your fingers as you sunk into the plastic chair. The chair wasn’t that comfortable, but with the 1 hour of sleep you got, plus being in class made you think that literally anything was alright to sleep on. Some kid right next to you was diligently copying down every single word the teacher was saying. You looked at the font of the heading of the subject, “Slavery and Plague” was written in glittery pink letters, highlighted with a pastel purple. You could only look at it with a tired and deadpan look, and when the kid looked at you, she had a horrified look on her face. You saw the look in her eyes, that disgusting look of a nerdy tattle tale teacher’s pet. “Ms. Schusterman? The person next to me isn’t paying attention to your lesson!” She shouted in the most prissy, bratty, idiotic sounding voice you’ve ever heard. No one in your class but Kid knew your name, you didn’t think they needed to know, and honestly who cared. You were mostly the quiet kid in class. “I have a name- dumbass..” You muttered under your breath. You looked behind you, across the room until your eyes gazed at familiar, spiky red hair. Eustass Kidd, the scary, intimidating guy that you were together with. He looked over in your direction and he made a dumb face to mimic the girl that just ratted you out. You snickered softly, taking your hood off your head. “Oh really? Miss…” The teacher started to say before frantically scrambling to grab the class seating chart. You couldn’t help but silently try to not laugh while your teacher struggled to find your name according to her seating chart. “Ah, y/n l/n.. I suggest you pay attention, or else you might fail the upcoming exams.” The teacher said with an orderly tone before going back to her lecture. “Thanks a lot nerd.” You muttered angrily at the girl next to you. The girl had the smuggest look on her face, pride written all over her. “Hmph!” She huffed at you, turning back to her notebook and continuing to write her little dumb little notes on her paper. You rolled your eyes, sinking back into your chair, reluctantly pulling your gaze towards the textbook in front of you. You almost felt like slamming the book into the girl’s head, but you didn’t have the energy to do anything. You never did.

Right when the bell rang, you’ve never snapped out of a daze more quickly. You started to pack your backpack, putting your notebook and textbook into the big pocket. The girl walked up to you, unsurprisingly. “So y/n, if you ever need help with like- maybe not failing the tests? You can always ask me! I love helping the dumber kids.” She’d say with her textbook in her arms. She had the most- irritating expression on her face, just her voice made you want to slam her face into the ground. “Just go away. I hate teacher’s pets.” A familiar voice said, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around you. “K-Kid?!” She shouted, her cheeks flushing red. It hit you, Oh my god. This bitch has a crush on Kid- welp- that’s another thing to make fun of. You thought to yourself with a smirk. “What’s wrong? You scared of me? I said scram.” Kid said with a smile, leaning half his body into your back. The girl had the most frustrated expression on her face. It looked like her eyes were about to pop out of her head from embarrassment and anger. “You’re with him?! How could someone like- you end up with him?!” She yelled angrily. “Ohhh so you like him huh?? That’s cute. Maybe you should be with her Kid.” You joked with a lethargic tone, looking up at your boyfriend. He chuckled, smiling at the girl, leaving her speechless. You honestly didn’t know that she had a crush on him, but what better way to make fun of her than this? You hardly had to do any work which was also super convenient. The girl stomped off rather dramatically, and you two burst out laughing. “PFT- THE STOMPS- WHAT A BRAT-!” You cackled, almost falling to the ground in laughter. Kid was also about to collapse, he was wheezing so hard, banging the table form how stupid the girl was. That was a high note to end a school day, and you two still had so much more shit talking to do about the other dumbasses in school.

As you both walked down the pathways shaded by concrete roofs, you saw a classmate walk past you guys. “That’s the guy that farts and blames it on the guy sitting next to him.” You whispered into his ear as he stifled a laugh. “His hair looks like someone dropped the fucking razor.” He whispered back, making you cover your mouth to silence your laughs. You two were like bullies, just silently gossiping and shit-talking random kids that had nothing to do with you. When you saw a boy and girl sitting down together and making out, you tapped Kid’s shoulder, “I saw that dude making out with another girl last period.” You mentioned softly. He snickered, that relationship wasn’t going to last long. “Look at his red hair.. That looks so weird.” A kid whispered as they walked past you two. “Great...” You whispered, sighing sarcastically and leaning against the wall, this was going to be a while. “He even has that ugly shade of red on his nails- dumbass.” The other kid whispered with a silent laugh. Kid saw you already in a comfortable position to take a nap, and he was already storming over towards the two little pieces of shit. “What’d you say about my hair?” He asked, towering over them. They stopped in their tracks and looked up at him, their eyes instantly filled with regret. “W-we didn’t mean it- we promise!” The kid shouted, trying to run away as fast as he could. Kid grabbed both of them, carrying them up by their collars with one hand, “We’re new! We didn’t know-!” They protested, tears of fear starting to well up in their eyes. Kid slammed his fist into their faces, dropping their shaking bodies to the ground. “Welcome, shitheads.” He replied, walking back towards you. He tapped the top of your head, but there was no response, “Y/n.” He said, shaking you by your shoulders gently. Your head was resting in your curled up knees, and your arms were hugging your legs close to your chest. You were completely- asleep… “I’m not carrying you.” He mentioned into your ear, bending down to you. When he still got no response he sighed, “Y/n, you can sleep at home.” He said again, knocking on your head. “Leave me alone. I’m tired.” You replied, shifting away from him. Kid was often offended by other people- but never you. This time, that was actually kind of offensive to him. He got a bit sad, but looked angry instead. “That was rude, asshole.” He grumbled, grabbing you by your arm and slinging you over his shoulder with ease. “Yet you’re still carrying me.” You muttered into his ear with a tired smile. His cheeks flushed red, and he grunted, “I’m going to fucking drop you.” He replied threateningly. “Aaaaaaah I’m so scared..” You said with a very, very, unfazed sounding tone. You yawned, leaning your head in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms and legs around him, nuzzling into his body warmth. If there was one thing that made Kid shut up, it was when you’d fall asleep on him. He instantly shut his mouth, keeping one arm around you to make sure you wouldn’t fall off of him. A soft smile spread across his face as he gazed at your sleeping figure, “Night, y/n.”

a/n - I didn’t bully him ✨\(//∇//)\✨ (I’m so proud) I was rlly sleepy when I did this so I think it was a bit accurate hehe

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karihighman · 2 years

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so @halsteadsass had some lovely thoughts about the 4x21 promo & inspired me to write my own.

there are a LOT of ways i could see this whole proposal thing happening. one being (sadly, but still possible!) that tim actually would propose to ashley. but before anyone breaks down, let me explain why i really see that as the last resort possibility:

tim bradford has always been a man to 1) stay in relationships and 2) not be spontaneous. he’s like the epitome of a person who hates surprises IMO, so why on earth would he spring one on ashley in the form of a 💍? yeah, no. next!

ps: can’t forget how long it took him to divorce his now ex-wife isabel. tim is a helper by nature. his duty is to the people he cares about, and he thought he could help his wife — and in some ways, he did. but in staying for so long, he ended up getting hurt in the process.

with rachel, he initially was against the whole long distance relationship thing because him being a man of logic looked at the statistics. STATS. about love. 🙃 and you wanna know who looks at the heart of issues (pun sort of intended?) LUCY CHEN THAT’S WHO. besides, she was one of the people encouraging him to maybe try & make it work if that’s what he wanted. so, in the s2 finale, he changed his mind & did.

pps: did we ever get a clear reason why he & rachel ended things? am i just blocking that out from my memory or something????? no seriously help me out here people 😂

anyway, moving on to the present day. lucy is with chris; tim is with ashley. now, i’ve gone on about various reasons why i see chris & lucy not working out on the podcast - but in short, the foundation isn’t there (they’ve disagreed on mental health issues numerous times & it’s even come up in lucy’s trial prep), they may have fun but like nikki said in her post, it’s not something long term, and they just don’t have that same page type of vibe that chenford has. you know how lucy said she & tim have a shorthand? it’s because they’re so in tune with each other. chrischen on the other hand isn’t. i feel like chris is more invested than lucy is — remember she called him/their relationship a “work in progress” !!!!

and y’all don’t even get me started on tim/ashley (idk their ship name😅). while i don’t mind them, i do think they’re better as individuals than they are together. they lack common ground, they don’t share any similar interests, & um yes hi so unless i missed something neither has said the oh-so-important l word. (L O V E) .... soooo there’s that to consider. why on earth would tim, a man who isn’t spontaneous & is usually meticulous in his decisions propose marriage to a woman he hasn’t even said “i love you” to yet?!?!?!?!?!?! it doesn’t track to me, y’know?

i’m also in the camp of lucy being the one to actually process her feelings first. tim may have had moments of realization over this last season (esp. since 3x09!) but i think even though he’s one to be logical, he’s also one to push things down easier. so he was able to push anything away feelings wise for lucy since 3x09, or 3x14, or 4x01 easily because it just couldn’t happen for them then. and now that he’s with someone else, i don’t think that it came up again (unless you count the dance - but we missed a critical aftermath scene in that ep so canonically(?) who knows what chenford’s thinking now!)

so he’s able to compartmentalize easier than say, lucy “usually wears her heart on her sleeve” chen is. except, when it comes to tim, lucy hasn’t faced things since her 4x01 realization either (again, sort of omitting the dance scene b/c of the lack of aftermath — DON’T GET ME WRONG I FUCKING LOVE THAT MOMENT THOUGH).

to recap, we’re left with two people in other relationships who each haven’t fully come to terms with their feelings for each other. i’m honestly wondering if a more plausible explanation is tim proposing those “Mother’s Day plans” to ashley that the 4x21 episode description alludes to. again, it’s just me being the english major & going back to the use of “respective” in the description, which when properly used coincides with the list in question - each item in the forthcoming list relates back to the subject - god i’m not making sense

^ in the description above, respective relationships means whatever’s described first pertains to tim, second to lucy. so tim/ashley deal w/mother’s day; chrischen deals w/the vacation. so, i’m thinking tim is trying to reassure ashley that things will work out if she wants him to meet her mom(?) or if she would inquire about his — although see i’m still not 100% sure as to the status of mrs. bradford (is she alive still? i’d always presumed the opposite, but maybe i’m wrong)... hence why i’m leaning towards ashley would want tim to meet her mother. maybe he’s just gesturing & saying how great it’ll be. OR MAYBE THE DESCRIPTION IS PURPOSELY MISUSING RESPECTIVE & IT IS THE ROMANTIC VACATION FOR TIM/ASHLEY in which case tim’s attempting to be spontaneous & “sell” this romantic vacay idea to his girlfriend aaaaand that’s what lucy sees in the promo! {because btw, chris wanting to meet lucy’s mom or parents in general would make more sense than chrischen romantic vacation storyline IMO}

but maybe chris does wanna do a vacation & that is what’s on lucy’s mind as she’s walking & maybe that’s when she sees tim. hell, maybe she was going to go ask for his advice about said vacation idea. or the whole chris meeting her mother thing. maybe it brings up emotions surrounding bio dad for her again & since she mentioned it to tim before maybe she’s looking for a sympathetic ear again. who knows (i only wish i did - thank god we only have to wait 6 days to find out)

also one of my other friends said maybe it’s some sort of fever dream lucy has. like it cannot be real, the tim getting down on one knee thing.... maybe it’s all just a dream lucy had that gets her to wake up and realize her feelings for tim are real (nikki i believe mentioned this in her post or on other social media!)

anyhow, i’m still in the camp of lucy is needing to talk to tim, sees the “proposal” then BAM! feelings are officially being processed, all cylinders are firing. now, do i think ashley says yes? sorry to say (HAVE U SEEN TIM BRADFORD🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥) but i think she says no. and maybe lucy is only seeing the grand gesture (if it is a real proposal) and mistakes it for ashley’s yes. or, i think someone else either or here or twitter had said maybe it’s a practice round 😆 either way, i’m still thinking that everything is not what it seems when it comes to that scene — even the result if it does happen to be a real marriage proposal from tim to ashley.

i do think that regardless of the outcome, chenford probably won’t have a chance to discuss it with each other. i feel like they’ll be dummies and stew privately, or push all these weird emotions away that come up from said scene. so, i’m thinking that this undercover mission in 4x22 will be extra tension filled because of the words unspoken, feelings unsaid. and when the stakes get higher in this possible drug op, an undercover kiss or at the very least, almost kiss happens which will definitely turn chenford’s world upside down. (& bring fans like me an eternity of screaming until s5 in sept.)

ok, i think i’m done now. brownie points for you if you read this whole thing. i ramble. i’m a writer. it’s kinda my thing. oops. 🥴 hope some of this made sense. chenford endgame ftw that’s all!

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