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briefalpacashark · 2 months

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~A little brawl~

You decide to show case a bit of your skill to stamp out the ego of a new solider. And you get in trouble.

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You and your team were posted to some random desert somewhere to complete a mission. Having already done so you were gifted with a few days of rest before your transport back home arrived. Price was loving the time off reclined in a dingy old fold out chair that looked on the verge of breaking. A cigar pinched between his teeth and a cold beer in the other hand. His hat sat over his face.

“Working hard or hardly working?” You asked with a grin walking up to him a pile of reports tucked under your arm.

“Can't you tell?” he asked gesturing to himself.

“Medical reports you were after,” with a grunt he sat up taking the reports from you.

“So how are the boys?” he asked.

“Honestly don't know how long you guys survived without a medic,” you shock your head in bewilderment.

“Where are they anyway, haven't seen em all morning,” you said.

“Oh, the little shites are playing with their new friends,” he jabbed his chin across the ways where a small group of soldiers had formed. Once you had finished business with Price you walked over, interested in whatever was happening. Spotting Ghost a head taller than the rest you made your way to his side. The acknowledgment that you had arrived was simply a sideways glance.

“What's going on here?” You asked as your eyes settled on a makeshift ring, its outline defined by a stray circle of rope set on the ground. A ring where Gaz currently was getting his ass handed to him. Your grimaced as his opponent landed a powerful hit. On the other side of the ring stood the team you had been working alongside. A group of grad A assholes. An American team.

“Wanna place a bet?” Soap asked taking a sip of his beer stepping up to your other side.

“I hate to be honest, but Gaz doesn't look like he'll win this fight,” You chuckled under your breath.

“Oh we khen that. We bettin on how long he’ll last,” Soap stated with a grin. All your attention was brought back to the ring when the fight ended with basically a knockout. Money was passed around as you and the boys slipped into the ring helping Gaz to his feet and gently hauling him out. Sitting him down you tried to hide your smirk as you woke him up with a few gentle slaps on the cheek.

“What happened?” he asked.

“You just got ya ass handed to ya by an American,” Soap was far to entertained by the fact.

“Follow my finger,” You ordered Gaz checking for a concussion.

"Alright aright come on my turn," a young cocky bloke from the other term stepped into the make shift ring. He had been a constant annoying fly that seemed to hand around you. You had politely declined his advances. More than once. You though he got the point, after all he had left you alone for a bit.

"Come on Jimmy!" his squad encouraged him. Jimmy was his name.

"Whos it gonna be?” the soldiers all asked.

"How about the bitch of 141?" he asked nodding to you. Your teams smiling faces dropped as the atmosphere did a one sixty. You pressed your lips together.

“I'm good thanks,” you waved dismissively.

“Huh, that's fine. What can you expect from you lot anyway,” he chuckled. You lot? The insult was weak, but it was there.

"Watch your mouth private," Soap's tone showed how quickly his patience for the other squad was becoming.

“Fuck off Pom, or come settle it in the ring,” Jimmy was a cocky young bloke. And little was known about the 141. so, he didn't really understand what he was offering. Well, the severity of it.

“Pom!?” Soap exclaimed in shock. Calling a Scots man British was just about the worst thing you could do. At that very moment Soap looked like he was about to rip the head of the poor lad.

“You know what, why not?’ you asked cheerfully patting Soaps shoulder as you passed him, gently pushing his back to Ghost.

“Look out, her she comes. Anybody got a set of gloves on them. Wouldn't want to catch whatever she's spreading. After all her teammates seem very fond of her,” You wondered where he got to gal of it all. Possibly little dog syndrome.

“Hey man, for your own benefit I would shut the fuck up,” Gaz words of wisdom were swept to the side. Unacknowledged by the confident young solider.

"What you got what she got?" he smriked.

Soap took a step forward only to be stopped when you held out your arm to stop him.

“Come on Soap. Rember what Price said. We need to play nice with the little new soldiers,” the team was barely out of training. It was maybe there third real mission. And Price had told you all to behave.

“You sure you wanna do this?” Soap asked with a little hit of worry as he glared down Jimmy.

"I can look after myself Jonny. Plus, someone's gotta curve this kids' ego," you joked unbuttoning your outer shirt.

"You have faith in me right Ghost?" you asked half jokingly.

"Haven't see it personally but I believe you could take me down. So this fucker aint got a chance," he shrugged simply his tone serious. You propped an eyebrow at him. You didn't know he felt that way. You were sort of chuffed. After all Ghost was good in a hand to hand combat situation.

"Wow Ghost, didn't know you felt that way about me," You joked with a wink. You didn't stay to see his reaction as you stepped into the ring those watching letting out cheers.

"Looks like your used to that," Jimmy muttered as you undressed your outer layer, his eyes resting shamelessly on your chest.

"What are the rules?" you asked shaking your jacket off. Everyone was surprised at the amount of muscle you had. Your frame was small but toned. Plus your team had never really seen your body. Soap let out an impressed whistle at your bear arms.

"Everything goes. No one kills and you tap out when you're done," Jimmy said rising his fists as he smirked.

"What about breaking bones?" you asked throwing your jacket to the side and rolling your shoulders. Your opponent was slightly put off with how calm you were.

"I don't know about breaking, but I've sure got one bone for you,” he winked his statement earning chuckles from his team. You looked your opponent up and down, he was pretty, but not your type.

“I'm flattered but I don't have my magnifying glass on me right now,” This time your own team chuckled. You smirked slightly reaching behind you to take your phone out of your pocket. You had looked down to find a place to throw it. An explosion of pain snapped to your right cheek sending you stumbling.

“Slut,” You straightened up feeling the coppery taste fill your mouth. He had punched you; he hadn't waited till the little bell had rung. A deep chuckle left you lips as you gathered the blood in your mouth and spit it to the side. Slut, you hated that word.

“The fuck was that!” Soap yelled in anger only being held back by Ghost. Why, because he had full confidence in what you were about to do.

“We hadn't started yet,” you chuckled rage bubbling inside you.

“Everything goes,” he shugged.

“Yeah, everything goes,” you nodded. Now you were a calm person, you were reasonable and rational. But the guy in front of you was cocky. And you so wanted to repay his for every unwanted advance he put forth.

You stalked forward your eyes narrowing in at him, then as you stepped right up to him you let lose. It was so quick he was barely able to throw up a block. Your fist cracked into his nose with such precision and speed that he fell back onto his ass. In a daze he stumbled back to his feet as you shock out your hand. He had a hard head.

“Get em Love!” Soap cheered for you.

He threw a wild hay maker to which you simply ducked under. Delivering another punch you aimed for his kidney. The hit crippled him, he fell to one knee. Taking his head in hand you brought it down onto your knee. You weren't a violent person, but you knew how to end a fight quickly. After all it was those skill that kept you alive. And while you never took any pleasure in it you felt a slight tingle of satisfaction.

Pushing him back you gave him a minute to breathe through the daze.

“Tapping out?” You asked. He looked like he wanted to. His anger flared at the sympathetic look you gave him. At how quickly you had managed to beat him. And how pathetic he looked because of it.

“To a slut like you?” he asked stabling to his feet. He was in no position to fight. You almost felt bad for what you had done.

“Come on mate, you can barely stand. Let's call it a day yeah?” you were happy to keep going, but you were actually worried for the boy now.

“Fuck you,” he seethed. Your forced a smile.

“Well then I'm tapping out,” you said tapping your thigh. You didn't want to continue, and you thought that would be the end of it. So, you turned your back to them. So, you didn't see the coward punch Jimmy threw. You didn't see it heading for your head. What you did see was a mass of black crowd your vision. Ghost had appeared Infront of you. You frowned as his arm shoot past your head, seeming to catch something. At the quick movement you jerked around following his arm to see he had caught the punch inches from your head. In one swift movement Ghost had swept you behind him as he twisted the man hand in painful position.

“Now that was just plane stupid,” Ghost stated as Jimmy cried out dropping to his knees at the pressure. In an instant both squads were at each others throats, yelling and throwing insults.

“You alright love?” Ghost voice broke through the commotion as he back over his shoulder at you while he still held the man in the hand lock.

“Y-Yeah,” you nodded.

“Keep your bitch on a leash!” Someone from the other team yelled.

“I'll put ye in a leash!” Soap snapped. Thats all that was needed. After that all hell broke loose.

So, there you sat. back in your own base tent that you shared with the boys. You were all lined up in a row. You and Soap sat in the middle the widest grins on your busted up faces. The insults throw quickly resulted in a brawl. One you had originally tried to break up before getting caught up in it. Ghost sat on the other side of you, his mask covering some of the hits he took. Gaz sat on the other side of Soap shaking his head at the two of you.

Price stood in front of you all an angry expression on his face.

Do you remember in school when you would look at your best friend and just randomly start laughing. Well, that's what happened to you when you peeked at Soap out the corner of your eye. You both broke out into laugher that sounded strangled as you tried to keep it in.

“I can't even leave you unsupervised for one fucking second,” Price pinched the bridge of his nose.

“They started it,” Soap interjected.

“Shut up,” Price snapped. Soap ducked his head his smirk widening.

“He tried to get her when her back was turned,” Ghost stated nodding down to you.

“Well, still did you have to beat the shit out of them?” Price words brought proud smirks to all your faces. Compared to the four of you the other team looked to be just out of commission. In the end you all delt worse than you were given.

“They were talking shit. Had to set them straight,” Gaz explained with a shrug.

“I understand that, but all I'm asking for is a little self-control. I mean who put that lads head through that brick wall?” Price put and emphasis on the word brick. You all turned to Ghost who had personally express delivered Jimmy's head to the other side of the wall. Under the attention Ghost simply shrugged and looked away.

“You're all on tent arrest,” Price declared. You all groaned and began to protest slightly.

“Enough!” he snapped.

“This is what happens. When you misbehave you get privileges taken away,” You and Soap once again tried to hold back your laughter. It was like he was scolding a group of toddlers.

“And your two smart asses are on clean up duty,” he declared pointing to the two of you.

“Ha,” Gaz chuckled.

“Fucking kids,” Price grumbled as he walked away. There were a few moments of silence as you all came to terms with the consequences you faced.

“That was defiantly worth it,” you stated.

"Defiantly," - Gaz

"Fuck yeah," - Soap

"Should have done worse," - Ghost.

Another moment of silence passed around you before you all chuckled softly. You could even see Ghost shoulder shake slightly. You looked up to him with a thankful smile.

"Thank you," you whispered. To your utter shock and bewilderment he glanced down at you.

AND WINKED!

"Anytime love," he stated before getting up and walking away. Leaving you to wonder if what you had seen was an illusion or not.

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thechekhov · 3 months

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Chekhov Reads Dungeon Meshi: CH46

D....dark Laios?

I mean, you DID consent!

The fact that ghosts can pass through walls and take other things with them... it kind of elicits another type of organism. Like, what can pass through cell walls? What other parts of the body can just yoink stuff from one place and bring it to another?

Congrats! It's all just been a dream!

I'm sorry what the SHIT?!?!?

Well, I-- .... yeah, I GUESS.

Though it looks more like one of those carousel horses.

I think this is probably still inside the dungeon. Very... DEEP. Inside the dungeon.

What? WHAT?! These things are like regular animals down here???

Oh, I--hm. I see.

Ordered by WHOMST?

Is this just an entire society of (humans??? ghosts?) that lives here in the dungeon deep? Is there still a king under the mountain? Are the rumors of the king dying not true at all?

........or are these people and descendants of adventurers who came in but were never able to leave? And the fact that Senshi points out that none of them are old.... are they ageing?

Laios, Senshi n--...... welp. There they go.

Bless this man and his absolutely non sexual obsession with monsters. But.

Izutsumi, who is a human-level intellect beastkin (though she's low on wisdom and patience....) is being very.... beast-ly and soft here. She's being magically compelled, presumably, to chill the fuck out.

Which means all these monsters are also under the same effect? Isn't that a little fucked up? They're basically under a permanent drugged effect.

Also. Hm. 'short lifespan' is....relative. Short lifespan compared to what? Immortality?

Orcs know this place exists....?

These people planting things for fun means they're absolutely trapped here like spirits.

Keeping up appearances for. Whom.

These poor people have no new incomers to talk to, huh.

Oh, I uh---- ................ hm. THat's not at all what I was imagining either.

Fashion is cyclical after all I guess....

Mmmmm. Mmmm-hmmmMMM.

WHEEEEZXE

Knowing I've finally hit these two absolutely iconic panels... amazing.

......I guess it can only do so much to make her docile...... she still doesn't like Laios.

Why does he look familiar...?

....so Derghal had a son. And a grandson. So then why is there a bid for the throne...?

Laios. Laios, is milking the minotaur the ONLY thing you did? Or was there more to it? Laios.

It's interesting. That bartender said he was 600 when he started his now-400 year old ale. So. That means they're 1000 years old.

That means that they're about as long lived as elves? Haven't gone mad yet. But that's still a long time.

That's kinda worse, yeah, but a loss of the self is a type of death, in a way...? So....

The most throwback of all time.

Actually, I feel like that's been there for a while, although it didn't always look EXACTLY like a lion's head. I feel like the little living armor he keeps in there made it that design? But how would it do that on purpose?

this is what it looked like some chapters back. Yeah, it's been sculpting into a lion's mane for a while now.... Ohohohoh playing the long game are we? 👀

Ah, it's not a wolf. How tragic for you, Laios. It'll never work out.

Also, damn, those wings sure be lookin like Falin's very non-dragon wings. What a wild coincidence. I'm sure that doesn't mean anything. :)

laughing hysterically. This poor guy can't get a break. He's been running from responsibility and inheritance for his entire life and it still catches up and trips him purposefully.

There is definitely a certain amount of tragedy there, yeah. These people aren't asking Laios for help because it's easier. They're legitimately stuck in a nightmare scenario. Unless you're someone who can get pleasure from other avenues, living all that time without the basic needs will drive a person mad. Elves live just as long, presumably, but they're still able to eat, I assume.

I'm honestly more surprised they're all as sane as they are.

.......King of Forgor.

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 3 months

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corrupt!Nanami

A/N: For @mozlov. Enjoy! 🫶🏽

corrupt!Nanami shifted personalities like flipping off the light switch on a dark stormy night: Your big soft bear was more savage than ever. "You're not listening. She's not takin time off. And as long as y/n works here, so do I. End of fuckin story." Nanami snarls at Yaga. Rolling and flexing his shoulders like he's getting ready for a fight. He's always so ready to box these days. Especially over you. "Nami, its okay. Let's just go-" You're pulling at his dress shirt, afraid shits bout to go down. But Yaga simply holds up his hand for silence. "If you can control yourself while we figure out your condition.. Y/n can stay, but-" Nanamis already taking a step forward, eyes narrowed. You gotta put yourself in between them to make sure your husband doesn't swing. "We'll allow you on the grounds for visitation but you simply can't teach like this. Not at the moment, Kento." Nanami stares at him coldly for a moment before turning to you. The adoration in his eyes gives you whiplash, but it's relief when he puts away the malevolent beast and returns your loving husband. "Long as she's good, I'm good." Said with too much conviction, slowly rubbing a thumb over your bottom lip, shallowly dippin between your lips to tease the tip of your tongue. You gasp, eyes wide at at how quick Nanami goes through the motions. Fuckin guy is now starin at you like you're his prey. "But she's takin the day off." He quickly pulls you from the room without another word, Yaga starin at Nanami's back in utter disbelief.

corrupt!Nanami turns out to be fuckin elated not to be a teacher anymore and quickly loses his dedication to the cause. He's only interested in the art of slaughter, no longer needing a valid reason to pull out his cleaver. Tries, and often fails, to keep that shit to a minimum. Dont get it twisted, Nanami's a murderous bastard. Isn't limited to just killing curses anymore but anyone that gets in his way. Yet.. he's aware how that fucks with your conscience. Knows he can sleep like a baby after but doesn't fuck with how that shit keeps you up at night. So he hides his bloody clothes after a long day, making sure to shower before coming to bed and scooping you into his arms. Falls asleep peacefully as his mind flashes scenes from his lastest kill.

corrupt!Nanami no longer asks your permission for shit anymore. Bent over to pick somethin up? That ends up with your husband puttin you on all fours, giving you back breaking back shots as your try to crawl away. "Quit that, y/n. Told yo fine ass bout doin that shit, right? Bendin over so just so I can see.. 'S all your fault.. You know I can't help it. Ass is too perfect to ignore." It's worse when you try to work out. Always sneaks up from behind to grab you, accusin you of excersing for hours just to tease him. So you find your self in Nanami's lap, cock warming him as you try to catch your breath from your workout. "Aww.. Poor baby, so tired. Don't worry, won't take long. Dicks been so hard watching this whole time. Help me baby, please. You're the one that did this to me.." Christ you cant even get any sleep round your torturer, most nights waking up to his dick hard between your thighs. This times he's awake, thrusting slowly as he holds you to him tight, growling your name at your ear. "Been waitin for you to get up. Look what you did to me.. Throwing that ass on me in your sleep. Come on, y/n. Lemme fuck. Took everything in me not to fill your sleepy lil pussy. Deserve a reward, huh? Gonna help me out?" Not like he needs it since you already feel his first load starting to dry on your thighs.

corrupt!Nanami doesn't have any more patience for you excuses on why you can't give him a baby. Tired as fuck of talking to you about it. So takes it to the next level and starts to plot on you, replacing your birth control with placebos. Then.. He waits to catch you off guard one pitch black night when you're walking to your car from class. You're energy completely drained, you just don't hear him swiftly comin at you from the side. A huge gloved hand blanketing your lips, trapping your scream. Nanami's snatches your wrist together, brawny body restraining you to the car. You struggle against him, too fuckin weak to curse him due to your overwhelming day. But he knows that already; deceitful ass went through alotta trouble to make sure your itinerary was extra full today. "Shhhh." You ignore him, the familiar voice and planes of his muscled chest against yours back not registering, buckin and tryin with all your might to break free. Fuckin turnin Nanami on watchin you attempting to escape, juicy ass repeatedly trapping his dick between your cheeks as you wiggle wildly against him. He ain't waiting a second longer. Fuck your screams, he'll deal with whoever interrupts him accordingly. Lets go of your mouth to rip at your bottoms like they're paper, making your struggles double. Might as well be laying limp, absolutely no match for the 1st grade. Nanami unsheathes his cock, spitting in his hand generously and lubing up. You're body's tense as fuck when you feel him stab through your opening. Pitiful insides clutching his dick like a dear old friend. "Loosen the fuck up woman.." The fuck? "Nami?!" He let's go of your wrists, slamming his hands on either side of you to trap you further. "I told you to be quiet." Snatches your head back by your hair and thrustin the rest of his dick into you. "Nami!" Shrill cry piercing the air. It's uncomfortable without foreplay to prepare you, still he digs you out without remorse. "Shhhh, y/n.. shhh." Nanami squishes you to the car, molding your body to his. Strokin deep as he can, like he'll never see you again. Literally fuckin loud moans from your throat, so damn good that its not your fault your gettin wet; slick building and forming a white ring around him. "Shhhh. Screamin your fuckin head off, baby.. So you not gone listen? Never do. Just like when I told you I wanted to breed this perfect cunt, make you give me a pretty baby. But you didn't listen then either. Now look what you made me do." So that's what this is? The revelation makes you try to get away again but Nanami's hold on your locks keeps you right where he wants you. Sharp yanks that makes you shriek, scalp stinging. "H-hurts, Nami. 'M sorry. So sorry." You whine to him, body fallin pliant against your car. But your husband rolls his eyes. He aint buyin your BS this time. "Naw, you gonna take this nut. Gonna give me my baby, woman." Pulling you off the car and into his body, your husband pummels your lil puss likes he's in heat. "Ahhh fuck, y/n.. Love you. Love you more than anything, finally gonna show you how much, honey." You're disgusted. At doin something this at the school. At him for startin a family like this. Most importantly, at yourself for still loving him, knowing that this changed nothing between the two of you. Even as he breeds your lil puss without consent. "Here it comes- ohshitohshit! Daaaamn, y/n.. Got so much for you. Mmmm.. So good for me. Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you so fuckin much. Only want a baby with you. Only you, y/n. Always been only you." Youre whining when his hips still, Nanami pressin his dick deep as possible when he finally impregnates you. "Love you so fuckin much, honey." "Love you too, Kento.. Fuckin asshole." He chuckles, pulling out and tucking you into the car. "Let's go home, sweetheart. Gonna make your pretty lil pussy cum before I fill her up again." "Kay, Nami."

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selarina · 9 months

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→ Suna Rintaro x Fem!Reader

Summary: When a guy asks for your number, you sternly insist on a condition that leads to unexpected love.

Content Warning: Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Highly Suggestive, Canon-Compliant, Swearing, Social Media AU

Taglist: Open

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Chapter 12: Aquarium Date

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Apart from the bustling traffic outside, it's rather quiet inside the car, the soft tune from the radio barely reaching your ear.

"You look pretty," Suna's voice breaks the silence. You turn and notice that his eyes still remain focused on the slew of cars in front of him

He's wearing something of a pseudo suit, a soft blue shirt donning his figure as he continues to drive. His hair was a bit combed, a stark contrast from his usual mussed self. "Likewise," you reply, your gaze soon drawing back to the road ahead.

"So, how did you know?" You continue to add, "About the aquarium, I mean."

"Oikawa told me," he reveals plainly.

Your eyebrows arch in surprise, "When did you start talking to him?"

"Just recently. Just texted him while I was searching for places," he explained.

A subtle disquiet settles in, prompting a dramatic sigh from you. "This is bad news for me."

The car comes to a halt; your glance shifts upward, catching sight of the red traffic signal. You turn your head to him and find that his eyes are already fixed on you, "And why's that, baby?"

"Well," you pout. "He has a lot of shit on me."

He smiles, leaning down to leave a soft kiss to shoo away the pout.

"Are they together now or something?" He asks.

"Yeah, Iwa asked him out on Twitter like a moron. Oikawa's never going to let him live that down."

"Poor guy," he muses in response.

"So, since it's our first date as a couple and all." You ask, curious. "How are we feeling?"

"How are you feeling?" he deflects. "I did plan this for you, you know."

A smile tugs at your lips, "I feel good so far. So long as the glasses on the aquarium don't break, I think it might be the best first date ever."

"First best date ever? My my, aren't you setting the standards too high?"

"Never with you, baby."

A soft smile etches itself onto his lips as he revs up the engine, the car gliding through the traffic as the traffic signal turns green.

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“Suna, look! That's Bioluminescent Jellyfish. I've always wanted to see one," you exclaim, your voice filled with wonder.

He joins you, positioning himself behind you to see where you're pointing. “Where exactly?”

With a soft chuckle leaves your lips, you playfully nudge him. "You don't have to stand right behind me, you know."

He tilts his head, his expression genuinely intrigued. "I really can't see it."

With an amused smile, you step back to his side and gently guide his gaze with your hand, directing his attention to the delicate corals at the bottom of the expansive tank. "See those white fish?"

He lets out a contemplative hum, focusing on the area you're indicating. "Yes."

"Right next to them," you say as you turn, watching his feigned squinting turning into a smirk he couldn't fully withhold.

You move back, tilting your head, as he continues to smirk. "Always a game huh, Suna Rintaro?"

He grins, a silent affirmation as his hands come to pull you in front of him. He rests his chin on your shoulders as the two of you watch in silence.

"They're pretty though, aren't they?" You speak up.

"Not as pretty as you," he replies, leaving a soft peck on your cheeks.

The two of you spend the rest of the evening, flitting through from one side of the tank to the other, moving onto different tanks, and soon as the hours dissolve the two of you start heading to the exit.

You gaze upon the tank one last time and turn to find Suna but as you do, you find Suna with his phone up, discreetly attempting to take a photo of you.

"Have you been taking pictures of me, Suna Rintaro?"

"Just the one," he says, showing you the result. "Can I post it?"

Fun Fact:

When they were 14, Y/N told Oikawa that her ideal date would be a trip to the local aquarium. He has been trying to take her on a friendship date ever since, but something has always come up. He's just glad Suna could give her the perfect date he always wanted to give her.

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gyuv1nist · 1 year

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angel

han yujin x reader

whilst school trips were fun, your school decided to ruin it by designating pairs which you HAD to stay with to ensure maximum safety. fun right? it might’ve been if you had at least spoken to your pair once before. which you didn’t….

you were paired up with the school’s notorious heartthrob, han yujin. he wasn’t a player neither did he cater to all the attention he got. he just wanted to have fun with his friends and attempt to survive education. “so, coach rides huh?” he asks, as you stand outside the school waiting for the coach to pull up. the poor boy was terrified of you but refuses to let it ruin the trip especially considering his love for everland.

you wouldn’t call yourself popular in any way, but you certainly had a friend group which was deemed exclusive by everyone else. the unspoken rule was to never approach your group unless you approach them first, which was utter bullshit which none of you guys have said. but being the shy boy he was- he followed that rule.

“you aren’t great at starting conversations huh?” you smile, eyes lifting from your phone, looking at the boy standing in front of you. curse that unspoken rule, he’s actually kinda cute? “to be honest, i hate coaches. they have that smell which make me feel like throwing up everything in my system, so excuse me if i don’t talk much once we get on.”

for whatever reason, his eyes cast to your hands, where he must’ve seen your cute little ring which had angel wings and a gem in the middle which he assumed was your birth stone. “nice ring.”

was he really this awkward at making conversation with people?

“thanks!” your smile widens and you get up, noticing the coach finally arriving. even if it was where the cool kids sat, you absolutely refuse to sit at the back- it was too noisy and made you feel like shit.

by the time he snaps back into reality, he notices you've already gone ahead to enter the coach and he awkwardly jogs ahead of everyone attempting to catch up with you. whilst making small talk, you realise he’s been waiting to go to everland for so long so being the nice person you are, you whip out your phone and made a list of all the rides he wants to go on, which he absolutely adored.

there was a simple rule which you guys had to follow: stay with your pair until the end or else you’ll have to stick with the teachers for the rest of the trip. you walk through the park, taking in the vibrant colours of the carnival games, the sweet smell of cotton candy, and the bright lights of the ferris wheel. the air is filled with the scent of freshly popped popcorn and the sizzle of hot dogs on the grill. you can feel the cool breeze on your skin, which makes the warm day comfortable and perfect for outdoor activities.

as you and yujin wait in line for the rollercoaster, your nerves start to get the better of you and on the other hand yujin, who claims he’s usually fearless, seems to be feeling the same way. “i don't know if i can do this," he says, his voice shaking.

“it’s fine! it looks fun.” was it really smart to try to reassure someone when your voice was dripping with anxiety? you both climb into your seats, hearts racing. the coaster slowly climbs up the first hill, and you could swear that the handlebars were going to break from the iron grip you had on them.

you feel the force of the break and the harness loosen and you grab anything that’s in your reach to climb out the seat, still laughing and gasping for breath.

“hey come on! there’s way more we need to get through!” you giggle, grabbing his hand and dragging him to other rides. you weren’t usually so open so quickly, but there was something about yujin which made you feel comfortable, even if half the time he was in his own little world. plus, everything seems more exciting when you have adrenaline surging through your body.

and he was truly in his own little world, he couldn’t shake the fact that he loves how the your hand feels in his and can't help but steal glances at you every once in a while. he finds you adorable, seeing how excited you were lost in your own paradise.

whilst looking up proudly at the ride that was next, you notice he’s relatively quiet. uh oh, you didn’t take it too far with the hand holding did you? i mean, he definitely would’ve let go by now right? you tug on his hand and wave one of yours in his face.

“sorry, what were you saying?"

“i said let's go on this ride!" you point, pulling yujin towards the entrance. after being dragged like a puppy on a leash several times (with no complaints of course) you both sit on a bench, convinced that you have whiplash from all the rides you just sped through. “hey i think i’m gonna sit the next one out.” you exhale, wanting to sink into the ground. “or, if you want we can go for something calmer.” you suggest, looking around for possible attractions that wouldn’t make you feel like your bones were in a blender.

“anything you want angel.” pause.

oh shit, does adrenaline give you rizz as well?

“wait, oh my god that was not meant to come out no- wait i’m so sorry-.” whilst attempting to keep your own feelings and reactions in check, you look up at him and smile, cheeks tinted pink.

“it’s completely fine love, i like that nickname.” you grin, hoping that the blush that was rapidly spreading across your cheeks wasn’t too obvious. he reaches both his hands out and you take them willingly, letting him lead you to the next ride. you had no clue as to why you were suddenly so flustered by him, this was the first time you actually had spoken to him properly.

after walking for a while, he decides to go on a water ride. it seems calm and a lot of families are lining up for it, so it couldn’t be that extreme.

as you glide along the water ride with yujin, you feel the cool mist spraying onto your face and the gentle breeze blowing through your hair. you can hear the sounds of the water rushing by and the screams of joy from other riders in the distance. the colours of the park seem to blur together as you watch everything move by in a peaceful, dreamlike manner.

until you look down for a second and notice that your ring was missing. “where the fuck is my ring?” you almost stood up on the ride from the shock, you pat down your pockets and even check inside your shirt. there was no way it fell off, it was tight enough and you most definitely did not take it off on purpose. you look at the boy next to you and realise he’s a bit too stiff and nervous to be innocent.

“yujin, be completely honest with me right now. ”

“wait, i’m trying to find your ring, i’m sorry to say it’s not in the water.” you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms, eyes straight on his hand which was almost red from how hard he was squeezing it.

“did you take my ring?”

and he has the audacity to act surprised, almost insulted at your ‘accusation.’ “angel! how dare you say that about me, i have been nothing but nice to you today.”

unfortunately, you guys were too busy arguing to realise that the boat had been on a steep incline for a good few seconds. and before you knew it, you were clinging onto yujin’s side, screaming like there was no tomorrow and to make it even worse, a wall of water shoots up into the air and the rules of gravity states that whatever comes up… must come down.

the wave of water crashes down on you and yujin, drenching you both from head to toe. the force of the splash almost knocks you off your seat, and you could swear it felt like you were drowning for a moment.

“yujin, you better get to the point of this before i push you into this water.”

“okay okay okay, i’ll give you your ring back if you let me take you on a date. it’s okay if you don’t want to i’ll still gi-”

“a date and a new outfit once we get off this ride.”

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a/n : woooo yujin done! i feel like this also needs a part 2 tho... but i have been receiving sm love recently and it makes me so happy since i genuinely enjoy writing <333

#boys planet imagines #boys planet scenarios #boys planet 999 #boys planet #hanyujin #han yujin #han yujin x reader #han yujin scenarios #zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 x reader

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ohbo-ohno · 8 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/sublimegiverdelusion/727568949011742720/youre-really-about-to-cum-poor-thing-getting?source=share

This post reminds me of reader and a rough session with ghoap, or after they caught her during some primal play in the horror au

Like, shaming her for cumming while being fucked around her dead friends' corpses, and after she was trying to get away from them? Well she must have secretly wanted them to catch her and kill all her friends, why else would she cum?

She's sick in the head just like them, that's why she's perfect. She may appear innocent, but deep down, they know she's just like them. They'll break her apart until her true corrupt self reveals itself

Meanwhile, reader is desperately trying to resist their conditioning, but the more it happens, the more she starts believing she is just as messed up as the two of them. It gives her nightmares where dream her genuinely enjoys the hunts and the killings, and when she wakes up, it scares her that maybe they're right in saying she's sick in the head.

And the guys 'comfort' her by praising her for having those dreams, tell her to embrace it, because that's how she truly is.

- 🥍

you're INSANE. certifiable. bonk, go to horny jail and all that

dark noncon below the cut

im really into degradation, but i've been barely including it in the ghoap x reader stuff cause im big on the ghost is rough with johnny nice to you thing BUT!!! it haunts me always. hence why i make simon so mean to johnny in my ghostsoap stuff lol

noncon where the dom praises the sub for being pathetic and disgusting enough to enjoy it... my god... it speaks to me....

they're 100% forcing you to orgasm but ghost whispering in your ear that you came and that means you liked it, and you're innocent and inexperienced so you just believe him. and it does feel good, which just makes you cry so much harder, which just makes johnny more eager to get you off, it's a terrible and vicious cycle for you

simon holding you down while johnny rails you, laughs at you when your face scrunches up and you try to fight off the pleasure. says at least try and be convincing, doll, johnny telling him how wet you are, all how come you're so soaked if you hate it so much, huh? can't hate it that much, way you're choking my cock

that mix of degradation and praise that you mentioned is so perfect, too. you're sick in the head, nasty and disgusting for liking what they've done, but you're so perfect for them, molded exactly how they need you. you're horrible for liking those things but so good for enjoying it with them.

#asks and answers #ghoap x reader #bo writes #🥍 anon #serial killer ghoap x reader

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cellard0ors · 1 day

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80’s Hackearney Drabble idea, comin’ in hot!

Snack Time at Hackett’s Quarry

- popsicles or soft serve ice cream maybe?

- maybe something more wholesome, like juicy watermelon slices that inevitably dribble down someone’s chin?

- do the campers and counsellors ever have to do their own baking, and if so, poor young Travis having to put up with various “bun in oven” and “buttered muffin” jokes from the others

Hell yes, sweet treats!

It's the second Saturday in June at Hackett's Summer Camp and apparently it's known as Sweet Saturday. Laura's informed that this is the day all the campers work on making sweet treats to trade with one another.

The treats don't have to be particularly difficult - just fun to put together. Laura's never considered herself much of a cook - hell, before this she wasn't even a very good waitress, aka the person who delivers the food - but luckily she gets the youngest campers.

The idea of using fruit juice to make easy popsicles via ice trays pleases them immensely and even Laura finds herself having fun as she helps the little kids carefully pour their chosen juice into the tray's little cups - sticking toothpicks in their centers.

As the evening rolls in the treats start being swapped and Laura can't help but feel a glow of pride as she sees the tiny popsicles floating around among the cookies, muffins, and slices of cake.

The cake really intrigues her, as it doesn't look like an ordinary cake, which she discovers is the truth when she's presented with a slice by Chris, "Here! Take some icebox cake!"

It's always beyond bizarre when Laura is faced with a young Chris. After all, he was - in many ways - the kick off for her woes in 2021. But now, in 1986, he's young and innocent and eager to please as he forces the small paper plate on her, "C'mon - join T and me. We've got a great spot!"

Laura gamely follows along, seeing Travis resting against a tall, thick tree near the dock. Travis is picking at his food, as if unsatisfied with it when he catches sight of her with his sibling.

His back goes ramrod straight even as he pushes his glasses by the bridge up his nose. He gives her that awkward (annoying) endearing (goofy) smile as he greets her with a quiet, "Uh, hey."

"Hey." Laura returns just as noncommittally even as Chris takes a seat next to Travis and beams, "Brought Laura over to snack with us. Hope that's okay."

Travis shoots Chris a look that Laura recognizes as a secret, brother-based look. While she doesn't have siblings of her own, Laura's been friends with, and seen enough, brothers and sisters shoot one another that look - the inside kind that only they understand, to get that that's what she's seeing.

However, if the look shot his way bothers him, Chris doesn't show it as he digs into his large collection of treats, chocolate melting all over his fingers as he breaks apart a cookie

Laura sits across from the brothers and watches with quiet amusement until Chris asks, "You have a favorite yet, Laura? These cookies from Nancy's group is my favorite so far."

"I haven't tried them yet."

"Oh! You gotta! Here!" Chris offers her half of the cookie he just tore into and she takes it, feeling a slight pang of guilt as she does so.

Jesus, she led the charge to kill this guy in the future and here he's giving her a cookie. Still, she pushes the thought aside and tries to act normal, biting into the treat and trying to enjoy it.

Chris nudges Travis and chuckles, "Don't worry! She has some of your cake too!"

Travis looks at her and Laura feels like she's chewing in the most unattractive way possible so she swallows a big hunk of what's left in her mouth and then coughs, clearing her throat as she holds up the paper plate Chris gave her.

Travis's lips squirm like he's fighting off a smile. Chris has no resistance, smiling widely, "It's our Grandma's recipe! Ma taught us!"

"She did, huh." Laura tries to keep the bitterness out of her voice. Mrs. Hackett is the last thing she wants to hear about when she's trying to enjoy something sweet.

"Yup! It's got vanilla pudding and graham crackers and whipped cream and-!"

"She doesn't need the ingredient list, bud." Travis grumbles and Chris rolls his eyes, "Whatever. You're just upset they didn't have watermelons this year."

Laura's eyebrows rise, "You like watermelons?"

Every time she learns something new about Travis it's always so... surprising. She can't say why, other than the fact that - as her jailor - he'd seemed so remote and distant. So cold. As if he didn't like anything past being a bastard.

But in this time - when he's young and open - she's slowly uncovered more and more about him and each thing seems more startling than the last.

"You bet he does! Sometimes we have spitting contests with the seeds!"

Travis looks appropriately mortified at this and Laura can't help the genuine laugh that escapes her. Clearly hoping to continue his entertaining streak, Chris rattles on, "You should see him go! His face gets all wet and sloppy and the juice dribbles down his chin from chowing down and he makes all these noises and-!"

"Shut it, doofus!" Travis hisses and he pushes hard at his brother's shoulder. Normally Laura might object, but Chris's innocent descriptions and the way Travis's face started to turn pink hints to something that makes her feel... peculiar.

Like she'd like to see Travis's face wet with the clear juice of the watermelon. His lips shiny...

Laura fans at herself and excuses it as an unexpected spike in the temperature, nevermind that the sun is setting. She takes a bite of the icebox cake and hums in approval. It is pretty good and Chris, over his momentary annoyance with Travis, smiles again, "You like it?!"

"Yeah." She confesses, feeling like it's a dirty secret, "I do."

"Good! He made it!" Chris boasts, pointing to Travis and Laura gets the sudden impression that the younger Hackett is attempting to play as a wingman.

Good lord.

Travis, for his part, just avoids her eyes and shakes his head, "It's nothing. Besides, I had help."

"That's me!" Chris crows, "I was in his group!"

"Yeah, yeah - you did okay, squirt." Travis ruffles his brother's hair and Laura can't help but grin. Much like the desserts they've been consuming, the Hackett brothers are a sweet pair.

So much so that it's a shame for her to know how things end. And how they end bittersweet.

#hackearney #travis x laura #surprise Chris Hackett appearance!

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oneatlatime · 7 months

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The Chase

Saving the commentary for next time. I haven't actually listened to any of the commentary tracks. Are they worth it?

Disney princess Aang.

There is no way the Air Nomads didn't have some sort of textile-based industry with that much shedding going on.

Sorry Katara, but Toph is much more Goblin than girl.

In a completely unsurprising move, the 12 year old formerly caged only child high on her first taste of freedom takes it too far.

The beat up Sokka quota is fulfilled! 3 minutes and ten seconds in might be a new record.

This is the kind of miscommunication I can get behind. Katara thinks they've had this whole fight complete with big issues, a falling out and a need to apologise. Toph has no idea that there are any issues.

Comfy.

What kind of cows are they expecting to meet to necessitate that!?!

How exactly is Toph supposed to help unload anyway? Unloading = throwing things down from a place she can't see. The last time anyone threw something to her from Appa she got beaned in the head. I get that she could help set up tents maybe, but unless Appa's saddle is made of stone she can't see it or anyone on it.

I get that they're all tired, but I'm with Toph on this one.

Sokka! Truly a man of wisdom. Sometimes all you should do is sit back and watch the fireworks.

Did Katara just insult Toph for being blind? Not cool.

Why would a tent made of stone have seams?

I love how when Sokka sticks his head under the covers his voice gets muffled.

Pushing Appa this hard has got to be borderline abusive. And how it keeps finding you? Maybe the trail of breadcrumbs maguffin you spent the first scene of the episode setting up? These poor kids are dumb when they're tired.

Zuko's so angry that his anger wins out as a descriptor over the whole 'half his face is missing' thing. That's impressive.

"Fun and Perky!" Honestly, no comment. Trying to put "FuN and PeRkY" in the same sentence as Sokka broke my brain.

"There's no way they could have possibly followed us" except for the giant carved pathway up to where you are?

These three. Hmm. Did not miss them.

Wow those ride on lizards sound annoying!

Since when can lightning demolish walls?

Pretty.

Siblings!

"We've been up all night with no sleep." LIES. FILTHY LIES.

That's sleep.

You have GOT to be kidding me.

I had not thought about the dangers of ten tonne sleep deprived flying animals.

Katara's really in full bitch mode this episode huh?

Sokka is the only person with sense this episode. Also love the toilet brush trees.

"We're all just trying to get used to each other." Actually, the only person who had a problem with Toph was Katara.

Sokka speaks truth and has his priorities in order. What else can I say? This guy rocks.

This guy can't catch a break.

I hope Appa was napping during that bath.

I take it back. They're not toilet brushes. They're moustaches.

And that's all you're getting for today folks because I just lost power!

edit: part 2 + wrap up is posted.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #the chase

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timetogosteddie · 1 year

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Can't stop thinking about your lips

They’ve just finished telling Eddie about a certain too enthusiastic and not fully aware they were in a public space -couple at the movies last night when it happens. One moment, all three of them were chuckling, Eddie saying something about an image he couldn’t scrub from his mind, when Robin turns to him and asks him the one question he’s not ready to answer right now.

At least, not answer honestly. Because he knows he’s bothered her with stories of his failed dates and sad monologues about wanting to find someone for months, before…well, just before. He’d rather not think of everything that had happened, of everything that could have happened, of everyone they could have lost.

That was then and this is now. The after, so to speak. And in the ‘after’, he hasn’t thought about asking random girls on dates. Not once.

Realizing he hasn’t answered her question yet, he simply shakes his head, before giving her a shrug. “I’m taking a break from all that, you know that. Look, if it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen. If not? Well, then I guess our marriage pact should be discussed some more, huh?”, he ends jokily, booping her on the nose.

She makes a face instantly, dramatically pushing his hand away. It only makes him laugh louder. “Hey, I’m a catch, Buckley!”, he states, though his voice is still shaking from laughter, making the comment less than convincing.

Robin just throws him a look, making some comment about his hair and how high maintenance his beauty routine is compared to hers. He doesn’t even have to pay too much attention to her. This is familiar. This is a joking discussion they’ve had many times before, meaning he knows exactly what type of in-no-way-mean insults she’s going to throw his way. Just like he’s sure she’s prepared for him to repeat earlier jokes about her. It’s just how they are.

Eddie though? Eddie usually joins in, which usually turns into him teaming up with either of them, or them turning on him as a united front. “The twins”, Eddie would always call them in moments like these. Steve’s so used to hearing the words, that it feels weird when they don’t come. Eddie is quiet, gaze averted and judging from the poor, bitten bottom lip trapped between his teeth, deep in thought. Hmm…

“Maybe I should trade you in for Eddie. He looks like the kind of guy who would be able to get ready in fifteen minutes with time left to make me some coffee.”, Robin says suddenly and he’s not sure why that’s the comment that brings his full focus back on her. Maybe it was the mention of Eddie, a soft voice in the back of his head helpfully supplied.

It’s a voice that’s been there for a while now, though he tried ignoring it at first. Sure, he paid a lot of attention to Eddie when he was around. Who wouldn’t? It’s Eddie, who knows what that guy’s going to do or say next? Being around Eddie was fun and he hated missing out on even a moment of that fun by being distracted by less important things. Though over time, those less important things had gone from the movie they were watching or a joke Mike was telling the group to Steve sometimes completely tuning out everyone but Eddie.

After the third time it had happened, which had earned him an annoyed look from Dustin and a slightly amused one from Robin, he’d sat down at his kitchen table, nodded to himself and concluded that yes, he fully understood what was happening. It wasn’t a new feeling per se, just a little different. He was having a crush. A crush on one Eddie Munson.

Looking back at Robin now, he lets his mouth fall open dramatically, before waving his hand in a bored “psssh” kinda way. He nods at Eddie, trying to get a reaction from his still seemingly distracted looking friend. “What do you say, Munson? You in?” He has to stop himself, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling, as Eddie’s eyes shoot up towards him, blinking as if woken from a deep sleep.

“Shit, sorry. I was a mile away, guys. Had to think some happy thoughts after that too vivid image of those two people inspecting each other’s dental hygiene last night.”, Eddie says with a smirk that only grows when Robin lets out a loud groan. “Exactly, Robs! That’s exactly how I felt. But after thinking about things like my sweetheart, a nice cold beer and our Stevie here in those little gym shorts he used to wear, I’m back.”

He feels his chest contract, pushing all air from his lungs at the mention of himself in…gym shorts? He’s used to Eddie flirting, though used might be a big word. He’s aware of it, would be more accurate. Being used to something implies being able to deal with it. And though he really wants to, he hasn’t been able to successfully throw a joking flirt back.

He's also not sure Eddie’s fully joking anymore. Sure, he liked to make Steve flush but mentioning high school Steve? That was new. Normally, Eddie pretended he didn’t pay attention to Steve during that time, just like Steve hadn’t really noticed Eddie. It was a big enough school that their specific circles didn’t really mix. So yeah, the mention of his shorts definitely throws him for a bigger loop than usual.

He’s not sure Eddie’s just joking.

He hopes he’s not.

At some point in life, he had been good at this. He might not have the best memories of those months, but his flirting game? It had been tight, okay? He knows this, might even be a little proud of it. But as soon as Eddie started flirting with him, and especially when he started realizing just why he liked it so much when Eddie teased him, all those moves seemed to have simply fallen out of his brain. No muscle memory, no successful moments from his past to steal lines from, nothing.

His first thought had been that it was because Eddie was a guy. Some sort of self-protection kicking in inside his brain or something. Maybe he really was more homophobic than he’d thought? But, after a few suggestive dreams and some more time spent staring at Eddie whenever they were together, he’d come to the conclusion that that hadn’t been it.

Okay, so maybe he had been more into those girls than he was into Eddie right now? Yeah, no, definitely not.

Was it the fact that Eddie had more game? The fact that he was flirting with him, hard, where most girls had just let themselves be wooed by Steve’s words? Because even if Eddie was just joking, his flirting game was strong. It was a thought that had made bile rise up in his throat, just thinking about the possibility that Eddie was joking and at some point, would stop flirting with him and would start using those words on someone he was actually serious about.

After crossing these and some other possibilities off the list, he’s still not sure what the real reason for his fumbling could be.

He secretly suspects that the nervous feeling and light fluttering in his stomach whenever Eddie is around might be all the answer he needs.

His brain is tripping again, falling over the words he thinks he wants to say, making nothing come out. Just as he goes to give it another shot, Robin pipes up next to him. “I’m trading Steve in for you, Eddie, keep up.” She says it easily, as if that’s a normal thing to say. Which he guesses it is, as they’re all just joking around, right?

It’s clear just how much she’s joking when she leans in to Steve’s side, says “You’ll always be my dirty little secret though”, and boops his nose in return.

Just like that, all three of them are laughing again.

Just like that, Steve’s little crisis at being unable to successfully flirt with Eddie is once again forgotten.

Until about an hour later, when Robin announces she has to leave just as Steve and Eddie get ready to order some pizza.

“I told you about my aunt’s birthday, remember?”, she says once Steve throws her a look of betrayal and…yep, he does.

“Veronica! Aunt Ronnie, of course. Sorry about that.”, he replies, suddenly feeling guilty. She literally mentioned it again yesterday. Like, 24 hours ago. How did he forget?

Luckily for him, she quickly waves his comment off. “Dude, relax. I’m just sad I’ll have to miss out on the big pizza debate and exchange it for an evening of distant relatives being a little too interested in my love life.”

“Just tell them about our upcoming marriage, that’ll shut them up.”, Eddie says casually, falling backwards onto the couch. “I bet I could come up with some possible baby names before you have to leave. Just say the word, babe. ”, he adds, grinning widely.

Hearing his crush say these types of things to his best friend should definitely not be attractive. It really shouldn’t be, no matter how wide that perfect grin is.

Robin just makes another face, before throwing Steve a helpless look. “I think I made a mistake. You’re back in, Steve.”

He hears a “Hey!” coming from Eddie as she says the last bit, making them both smile. He blows her an imaginary kiss, which she pretends to catch and stuff into the pocket of her blouse. “Okay, my darlings. It’s been another treat, but this is where I leave you. See you guys later!”

Neither bothers getting up to walk her to the door, not that Robin would have expected them to anyway. She has a key to the house, for heaven’s sake. If anything, she should be the one walking the guests out whenever they’re together. He does wave at her though, noticing Eddie doing the same from where he’s still lying on the couch.

The door opens and closes again.

For a moment, it’s quiet.

For a moment, it’s just them.

For a moment, Steve lets himself imagine that this, him and Eddie living in this big house, is real. And then his stomach makes a slight rumbling noise.

“Message received, geez.”, Eddie laughs, before getting off the couch. Though, why do the normal thing and just put your feet on the ground when you can also crawl over the backrest, right? Steve watches Eddie go with a shocked look that slowly morphs into amusement. “Mario’s, right?”, Eddie calls out a moment later.

“Yep!”, Steve says, pushing himself up and out of his chair to follow Eddie into the kitchen. Now came arguably the best part, though he’s not sure they’ve ever been “alone” for this. Their pizza debates were endless and usually, the third person or group present would finally stop their bickering and make the decision. He wonders who’ll come out on top, now that it’s just them.

Fuck, maybe thinking about someone coming out on top isn’t the smartest thing to do right now. Especially when he enters the kitchen to find Eddie smiling at him like that from where he’s leaning against the counter, re-reading a take-out menu he no doubt knows by heart by now.

“Ooh, thinking of mixing it up, huh?”, Steve asks, in what he hopes is a calm and innocent tone, as he points towards the menu. He’d been pretty sure it was a safe thing to throw out there, but judging from the twinkle in Eddie’s eyes, maybe it…wasn’t.

“Been thinking about a lot of things, Steve.”, he says, giving Steve’s body the slowest onceover known to man, eyes moving down Steve’s chest, down his legs, before stopping at his feet and then slowly making their way back up again. He actually lingers on his lips for a moment longer on the way up, before his eyes finally meet Steve’s again.

Steve knows he’s blushing right now. How could he not be, after that.

Eddie just makes an appreciative noise, as if Steve is a beautiful sunset or expensive painting. “Sorry, I got a little distracted there for a second. How about you, ready to mix it up?” His voice takes on a tone Steve’s not familiar with yet, almost like he’s asking something else right now.

His blush grows darker, he knows, as he can feel it in the heat creeping up his body. His ears are fucking burning! Quick, think of something, anything. This is your chance, Harrington.

Shrugging as casually as he can, he leans back against the fridge. He knows what he looks like right now and judging from the way Eddie’s eyes widen just a fraction, Eddie appreciates that view as much as all those high school girls at his parties used to. “You know me, Eds, I’m never afraid to try new things. Had something specific in mind?”

Eddie seems to choke on air for a second and Steve wants to punch the fucking air like he’s won a championship game. Finally, he thinks. The fact that Eddie actually starts blushing is just the fucking cherry on top here.

He has to stop himself from making a joke about a specific pizza topping. He might have done some research these past few weeks, but making a comment like that right now? That would definitely be taking it too far. He’s still new at this, after all.

Eddie’s still looking at him in slight surprise when Steve walks over, grabbing the menu and pretending to look it over as well. As if he doesn’t know exactly what options they have too. As if he doesn’t know they’re both going to order the same shit they always do. “Hmm, so many good options. But I’m afraid I only have eyes for my favorite.” He makes sure to look up at Eddie as he says that last bit. “I’m going to put on some sweatpants, you okay to order?”

He feels another wave of victory as Eddie just nods, before looking away.

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Eddie had regained his endless charm soon after the pizza arrived and by the time the last slice made its way to his mouth, Steve was back to being a blushing mess. Something Eddie had said about the pizza being “the second best thing Eddie could think of to bite right now” had definitely made an appearance in Steve’s dreams that night. And the night after. And maybe in the shower this morning. He was only human, okay?

The phone rings. “Hey Steve, you busy? More importantly, have you eaten yet?”

Oddly enough, not the weirdest way Eddie’s ever started a phone call. It’s weirder that Eddie sounds this awake on a Monday morning, if he’s being honest.

Confused at the specific question, Steve stares at his long empty plate for a moment. “Do you mean breakfast? Also no, not busy, so come on, what’s your offer?”

“Oh Stevie, you’re not ready for my offer yet. But I do have a proposition for you, as I woke up with a craving. And I’m hoping you did too.”, he practically purrs into the phone.

Steve’s pretty sure he hears Wayne coughing in the background and can’t help but wonder if it’s because of Eddie’s unfairly attractive voice at this time of day. It’s not even 11 yet, for Christ sake! A proposition? An offer? He’s going to have to take a shower again, isn’t he?

“What kind of proposition are you thinking about?”, he throws back, trying to make his voice sound as breathy as possible. Two can play this game, Munson.

“Waffles! Or, you know, pancakes, Mr. Chocolate Chip.”, Eddie says happily, though he says Steve’s unofficial title with a bit of teasing.

“Don’t you remember, Munson? I’m open to trying new things.” He’s not even sure where that confidence came from, but when he hears Eddie actually splutter, he decides to show mercy. “I’m in. What time?”

It takes a moment for Eddie to actually respond. “I’ll come pick you up! I’m already driving over there anyway, seeing as the best diner is on your side of town. Does 12 work?”

“12 is perfect, see you then, Eds.”, he says softly, hanging up just in time. Because as soon as he does, the nerves hit him. Was this…was this a date? No...Right?

No, of course not. It’s not the first time you guys are grabbing food together, Steve. Not even the first time you’re eating lunch together. Calm down. Just because he’s picking you up and dropping you off after, doesn’t mean it’s a date. Then again, it also doesn’t mean it’s not a date.

Groaning loudly at the way his own brain is driving him mad right now, he runs back up the stairs. No need for that shower anymore, he thinks, as he goes to try on a million different shirts before landing on one that he deems okay enough, for now. He doesn’t want to look too casual, but he also doesn’t want to put on his usual first date clothes. Which means he’s in some kind of clothing limbo, a place he’s not used to being. A baby blue button up is casual, right? Right. Now stop worrying, he tells himself, dramatically sniffing his armpits to make sure he’s not already sweating through the fabric.

He's just on his way down when the doorbell rings. Eddie! Eddie is here, on his doorstep. Eddie, actually ringing the doorbell instead of just waiting in his van. Eddie, who’s apparently wearing the tightest black jeans known to man and a plain black shirt? He’d never thought he’d see the day.

“Hey.”, he finally breathes out, closing the door behind him.

“Hey yourself.” Eddie smiles. “That’s a good color on you.” With that, he turns around and starts walking towards the van. As if he didn’t just shatter Steve’s whole “you can do this” with that one sentence. Fuck, Eddie was going to be the death of him. Either in a good way, or in a bad way. But Steve was going to end up dead, that much was a given.

The drive to the diner doesn’t give Steve any clues as to whether this is a date or not. It’s just, the same always? At least, those few times he’d been picked up by Eddie to go somewhere. Though usually, it wasn’t just him. Still, it’s…nice? Really nice. The music is softer than usual, so they can actually talk, though they don’t really talk about anything important. Just the normal stuff, like the kids and music. It’s not a long drive anyway.

As it’s a Monday afternoon, the diner isn’t that crowded and Steve’s happy to see that there are no familiar faces there. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be seen with Eddie, it’s just that he wants to be with Eddie right now. Just Eddie. Without random “acquaintances” coming over for small talk or, you know, people giving Eddie a death glare.

Eddie seems to be thinking the same thing, as he looks around with a relieved looking smile, before basically dashing over to the most hidden booth, around the corner in the back. Secluded, Steve thinks. The perfect date booth? But then again, also the perfect booth for someone who doesn’t want to be bothered. No conclusive answers yet.

“What’re you having, Stevie?”, Eddie asks, holding the slightly too large menu up like he’s reading a newspaper, his eyes barely peeking over the top to look at Steve.

“Hmm. How about we share? If you’re up for it, of course.”, he says easily, a challenge to his voice. “You order your favorite, I order mine and we’ll just share both?”

“Another proposition on this fine Monday. Touché!”, he smirks, already putting the menu down, before holding a hand out towards Steve. “Okay, deal.”

With a fond smile, Steve takes Eddie’s hand and shakes it. He doesn’t miss the way Eddie holds on for just a moment longer, eyes firmly locked onto Steve’s. He swears his heart stops beating for a second or two.

Just then, the waitress comes over with a sugary sweet smile, clearly in no way bothered by Eddie’s presence. If anything, she seems more enamored by him than by Steve. Which Steve can’t be mad about. He’s pretty enamored by Eddie himself.

“So,” Eddie says after a moment of silence, rubbing his hands together. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”

Steve’s not sure if this means that Eddie truly only wanted to go have waffles with him, or if this is Eddie’s way of not so sneakily inviting himself over to Steve’s. As if he would ever need an invitation anyway. “No plans, really. If it wasn’t for you and your cravings , I wouldn’t have gotten out of the house today.”

He sees Eddie’s grin widen as he says the word cravings, just like he’d hoped, but though the spark is there, he keeps his mouth closed. Just nods, as if Steve said something wildly profound.

“How ‘bout you?”, Steve asks in return, when Eddie stays quiet. It earns him a shrug.

“Not sure yet.”

Silence returns to the table. It’s not uncomfortable, per se, but there is something loaded there. Like both of them aren’t really saying what they want to say.

And then Sharon, the waitress, is back again. She hands Steve his pancake tower with a smile, before setting down Eddie’s plate of waffles. “Enjoy, boys!”, she says cheerfully, patting Eddie’s arm for a moment, before she’s off again.

They both watch her leave with a small grin.

“I like her.”, Eddie says, before turning and looking down at his plate. “But I like the food she brought even more.”

Steve just laughs, pushing his plate to the middle of the table with raised eyebrows. “You still up for it, Munson?”

“As if I’d ever say no to you, Stevie.”, he counters, pushing his own plate until it’s next to Steve’s. With a grin, he stabs his fork into the pancake tower. Steve has to keep himself from gasping out. Sure, he was prepared to share but Eddie? Eddie was an animal. That is not how you eat pancakes.

He says as much, earning himself another wide grin from Eddie, who’s now holding a pretty full fork in front of his mouth. “Maybe you should show me then?”

“Maybe I should just feed you.”, Steve mutters, before catching himself and looking up at Eddie with what are no doubt deer-in-headlights eyes. Eddie’s are matching his perfectly.

Out of the two of them, Eddie’s the first to recover. “Maybe you should. Next time!” With that, he manages to close his mouth around the huge pile of pancake on his fork.

Steve looks away and tries to ignore Eddie’s unnecessary moaning at the “so good, Stevie!” pancakes as he stabs his own fork into the waffles. They’re good. Not as good as pancakes, but he gets why Eddie likes them. And if he’s honest, he could get used to this. Sharing these two dishes. It’s nice, as long as he keeps his fat mouth shut.

They chat and laugh some more until the last crumbs are gone from both plates, courtesy of Eddie and his fucking sinful fingers. Steve swears there weren’t any crumbs left minutes ago, yet Eddie just kept tapping his fingers over the plate and sucking them, making eye contact with Steve throughout.

“My treat!”, Eddie tells him, as Sharon comes over again to ask if she can get them anything else and Eddie simply asks for the bill.

Three minutes and another arm pat from Sharon later, Steve’s back in the passenger seat. The drive to his house feels even shorter than before.

“Your castle awaits!”, Eddie says dramatically, as he parks and waves a hand in the direction of Steve’s house.

“You wanna watch a movie or something?”, Steve asks, his heart beating in his throat.

The relief is instant when Eddie simply takes his keys out of the ignition. “Never can say no to you, right?”, is all he says as he follows Steve inside.

Two cokes, a closed bag of chips and ten minutes of going over Steve’s limited VHS collection later, they’re sitting on the couch watching ‘Clue’. It’s a movie they’ve both seen before, multiple times. A bit of a guilty pleasure for all of them, Robin included. Which is why Steve feels less inclined to pay attention.

He takes a sip of his coke, setting the glass back on the table and making sure he scoots a little closer to Eddie as he leans back. He’d hoped to make the move seem a little smoother, but judging from Eddie’s sparkling eyes locking onto his, he’s been caught.

Laughing softly, Eddie quickly moves forwards, sips at his own glass, and practically lands on top of Steve as he scoots back.

It’s so easy for Steve to just wrap an arm around Eddie right now. So, he does.

It’s so easy for Steve to simply lean in a little bit right now. So, he does.

It’s so easy when Eddie meets him halfway.

It’s so easy, and so fucking perfect. Steve’s soft lips fit perfectly against Eddie’s slightly rougher ones. It’s just a soft kiss at first, a perfectly pure first kiss.

They pull back, grinning at each other and a moment later, both are leaning back in.

It’s so easy, after a few kisses and a few breaks to catch their breaths or to laugh at a particularly brilliant part of the movie, to deepen the kiss. To use his arm around Eddie to pull him back just enough, head almost leaning against the backrest of the couch now, mouth falling open in a sigh. Steve tries to taste the sound as he carefully licks into Eddie’s mouth, until the other reacts in kind.

They miss who the killer is, miss the end credits, miss the screen going to black. It’s just them, kissing and giggling, catching their breaths before one or both dives back in.

When the make out has gone from lazy to sleepy, Eddie rubs a hand over Steve’s jaw. “I should be getting home.”

Steve simply nods, sitting up again. “Yeah, that…I bet Wayne’s wondering why the waffles took that long, huh?”

Eddie lets out a chuckle. “Well….when it comes to waffles, it would be highly believable for me to stay at that diner until closing and not be full.” He looks around the room again, as if thinking of what to do next, before quickly pecking Steve’s lips. He seems oddly nervous now, a look Steve’s not familiar with. At least, not on Eddie Munson.

Eddie gets up, actually looking surprised when Steve gets up too to follow him to the door. They stand in the dark hallway for a moment. Silent, just staring, Eddie shuffling his feet a bit. Neither seems sure of what to say right now.

Steve slowly moves his hand up to Eddie’s neck, pulling slightly until their lips touch again. “I’ll see you Wednesday, right?”

“Arcade, how could I forget?” Eddie says with a grin. “See you then, Stevie.”

One last peck, one last smile and he’s out the door. Steve watches the van drive off, already missing the feel of Eddie’s warm lips on his.

Read the other chapters of this Steddie "firsts" fic on AO3 ❤

#Me shamelessly promoting my own work on Tumblr? It's more likely than you think #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie fanfiction

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greatestmeepboie · 15 days

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You see this little guy?

Just a lad. Just a goofy silly

You can make him dance

He can do anything

Just a man, right?

This is him now

Feel old yet?

!!!! Monster lore time monster lore time yippeeeeeee !!!!

Today's subject: Frederick!!!

Poor man can't catch a break, huh?

So yeah, I did some science (not really) and I wanted to figure out how different eclipses would effect Frederick. Solar eclipses make his body feel like it needs to transform, but the sun is out so it can't, and he doesn't have a fun time

Lunar eclipses however... they make him go batshit insane. Lunar eclipses are very special with the fact that during the month, he develops rabies in his system (fun fact, since Fred wasn't bitten by a wolf with rabies, he doesn't get the poor rabies treatment like what will be discussed). If he infects someone with rabies and lycanthropy, you can see how well that would turn out for them. Their werewolf form would be so out of wack and super unnatural because what's the point of trying if they're gonna die of rabies?

Fred's werewolf form gets distorted as well, but after the night is over, the system thinks, "hold on, that wasn't right". So the next transformation will be normal. So in a way, the lunar eclipse slows down the permanent transition into a wolf, but Fred, you know, hates it a lot because his body is in a lot of pain afterwards

Okay enough werewolf lore. What will the next lore dump bring? Who knows

#traditional art #digital art #the isolated meepboie #werewolf oc #I draw a lot of Frederick don't I?#I mean werewolves are fun #mixing biology with horror is fun #would this technically be classified as sci-fi since there's a lot of science involved? in some technical standpoint?#who knows #i won't

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midnightcreator12 · 3 months

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I need to say this, cuz smth embarassing happened to me and now I can't stop imagining Chula in that scenario and literally any turtle.

Because yesterday, I was talking to one of my friends and on one word, I started stuttering SO much. Istg it was SO bad😭

I went "Haha, crazy that you said that cud-cu- don't- I-dont...do-don't.. huh???? Cuz you- don't.. what the fuck were we talking about??"

And now I can't stop this moment in my head and I need to get it out somehow. However, knowing my mind (hopefully) it won't stop anyways but yea, i've been imagining Chula as the poor girly-pop who needs to listen to Leo stutter as if he don't know how to fucking talk. Or she'll laugh, who knows?

She gon go "Oh don't worry bout my kid. He's okay. Or...mildly on drugs... morphine...maybe. Wouldn't know how THAT happened tho. Or he knows how to un-learn the whole shabbing alphabet. Could be it."

Don't mind me. Just a lil' guy that wants to feed myself and others some serotonin with these little shenigans.

Be sure to drink a lot and treat yourself to your favourite snack. And don't forget those blankets for some nice rest this night.

-Best regards, everyone needs therapy, but I do too, so that makes up for it.-

So, your ask got me think of what Leo could be rambling about to cause him to stumble over his words. Which made me think about when I stutter like I don't know English and how it happens most often when I'm overly excited about shows and movies and my brain moves quicker than my mouth.

And THAT made me think about the fact Chula basically lives in the Rise Lair now so, of course, the boys will be showing her all the Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim movies. And THAT made me wonder what Chula's relationship with sci-fi would be like.

Because she's LIVED THOSE THINGS, more or less. The 'fiction' in sci-fi is basically all the stuff she had as everyday items and events. But, since the tmnt shows are kind of silly, the silly shows within the shows are pretty ridiculous so Chula is basically watching a horrible interpretation of a rough idea that was a fully developed thing in her dimension.

In short, Chula Verd doesn't like sci-fi because seeing all the completely incorrect interpretations of how space travel and exploration and space wars work is just painful but she knows the boys like it so she just smiles and tells them that it was a great movie.

And then I wrote a dabble about Leo stuttering while they watch a movie! Enjoy!

“Oh, oh, oh! This part is awesome! This is when Jupiter Jim crash lands on the alien turtle planet and he’s gotta fight his way to the super secret base-”

Chula nodded along as Leo explained the scene playing out of the kid's holoprojector.

Since she was staying long term, they had all taken turns catching her up on ‘every modern culture medium she needed to know about’. And at the very top of that list were their favorite holo-drama franchises.

One of which was a series about this space explorer slash adventurer called Jupiter Jim. An absurdly massive franchise that, in Chula’s opinion, was following the worst interplanetary explorer she’d ever seen. It was a wonder he hadn’t started a galaxy-wide diplomatic incident and all the conflicts were usually contained to the planet he visited per film.

But the boys liked Jupiter Jim and she had nothing but time to kill, so she tried to pay attention when they dragged her to the beanbag chairs for a movie night, either as a group or one at a time. And in both circumstances, she would smile and nod and sit through the horrible inaccurate depiction of how space travel works and what the protocols were for making first contact and getting far more enjoyment from listening to Leo break down every scene and how it was made instead of actually watching the film.

Leo gestured to the screen, hands flapping almost too quickly to track as he chattered away, “Oh, the production details of this are really cool! Did you know this was made a decade ago and the effects still hold up better than a lot of the CGI they use now? Yeah, yeah, it’s ‘cause they were tryin’ new stuff, lots of stuff, the director was really trying to push JJ onto the big dogs franchise map with this! They had a whole studio that- that they made the sets in and- and- and the costumes were reva- rev- re- re-, bah, bah, bah- Revolutionary! They handmade every single cell- sale- sail- Fuck!”

Chula blinked when Leo cut himself off, crossing his arms and blowing an angry little raspberry. She waited a few moments for him to keep going, mild disappointment rising when he just made unhappy little grumbles under his breath.

She glanced back at the holo-drama, fighting the urge to wrinkle her nose at it. She would never, ever tell the boys but…she had found out after the first Jupiter Jim film that she didn’t enjoy ‘science fiction’. Mostly because of the fact that most of the hypothetical ‘fiction’ was very close to things that were pretty standard on most of the planets she’d been to in two realities. But the movies got so many things so ridiculously wrong it was almost painful for her to watch. The only part she enjoyed about the sci-fi movies was how into them the boys would get, flapping their hands and ranting about their favorite part.

So Leo not talking anymore was quickly sapping her enjoyment of the one-on-one, impromptu movie night. She leaned over to Leo, lightly bumping their shoulders and asking, “What did they handmake?”

“Huh?” Leo blinked, face smoothing out from the pinched, grumpy expression as he looked up at Chula.

She tipped her head towards the film, where ‘Jim’ was not doing his job as a ‘simple space explorer’ very well, considering he started shooting the moment an alien poked their head into view, “You were saying that this was the holordrama that made the franchise take off, right? And that they handmade somethin’ that helped it do that?”

“Right, right, uhhh, the alien suits,” Leo, much more calmly this time, pointed to where a turtle alien was running across the screen. “The, um, costume department made every scale on the turtle suits by hand. It helped make them look super realistic.”

Chula nodded, waiting for Leo to keep ranting about the film.

Except he seemed to deflate, tucking his knees up and propping his head on them to stare at the screen.

It made Chula a bit sad, seeing all the excitement just poof away. She loved it when Leo got excited about stuff, waved his hands around, and talked a mile a minute. It was weird when he got too quiet, reminded her of the first few weeks of them traveling together when he was scared and lost and didn’t fully trust her yet.

She carefully poked at his side and jerked her chin towards the holo, “What was the secret behind the little sidekick’s tail? I imagine doing all those stunts was hard to pull off without looking fake.”

Leo’s head perked up a bit, eyes flicking up to see the small, red and white furred alien that followed JJ around, “Red Fox? Oh yeah, she’s a yokai! Me and my bro’s met her once, she helped us save Raphie and JJ from getting melted in acid.”

A part of Chula knew that that statement should have set off more alarm bells for her.

But something she’d learned with these crazy kids was that their lives were nuts and it was better to roll with the punches and weird, wildly out of context statments as they came.

So, instead of freaking out, demanding details, running to Raph to ask if he’d gotten any acid on his person during that event, she nodded and turned back to the holoprojector, “What led up to that little misadventure?”

And, like magic, Leo was rambling away again, sitting up to recount the epic tale of when he and his brothers had gone head to head to claim the coveted place as Jupiter Jim’s fake sidekick.

Chula listened, only interrupting to ask questions if Leo stumbled over his words again in his excitement and basking in the warm atmosphere of the room.

She didn’t like sci-fi, but she loved listening to the boys talk about it so she could put up with a couple hundred terrible movies.

#lone hunter and turtle #hunter and turtles au #tmnt #rottmnt #star wars #tmnt au #fanfic #midnight talks

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entomjinx · 1 year

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Polls can only be a day or a week here. Huh. wild You guys get a day I guess.

Wishing to be Wanted is part 2/14 for the All is Lost; All is Found series. Oneshot.

Luffy meets Ace and Sabo way earlier than in canon (four, a few months from five) and decides that he HAS to help them because they're as lonely as he was before Makino took him in.

Rosemary By The Roadside. Multichapter

Law/Luffy college AU, Friends to lovers, slowburn. Summary is a work in progress but: A little over four years ago, 14 year old Luffy lost his memories. His grandfather says it was the caused by the same incident that left a bullet in his shoulder and thigh. Now, he's 18, starting college, and finally has just a little bit of freedom from the strict rules put in place to keep him from getting hurt again. It's only a matter of time before he has real friends, and hopefully, new memories of something other than a private online tutor and a mostly bare studio apartment.

He can't wait.

I'm... extremly picky about amnesia fics, so much so that I won't read them unless a friends asks. So I decided fuck it, I'll write one myself so it doesn't have any of my squicks.

Tower of AI. Either a oneshot or I'll break each "blessing" up by chapter.

The strawhats meet someone who can put them through a "fun" little crew bonding excercise based in trust. The catch is that their captain cannot be told the truth about the items they're going to receive, or else they'll all die for real, the illusion taking over.

Tower of Ai is based on this song, and this is my favorite cover of it if you want to give it a listen and realize exactly what I'm going to put my poor sunshine boy through.

Dinghy Dipshits (series? Multichap? idk yet)

What if the Romance Dawn trio were in those dinghys for longer than in canon? How many cursed inside jokes can I give those three? Crack treated seriously and full of headcanons.

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #straw hats pirates #lawlu #romance dawn trio

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despair-to-future-arcs · 6 months

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Jesus Ch- CAN SOMEONE STOP THIS MONSTER! A PATHETIC EXCUSE OF TEACHER!! A BIT-....

Okay, I'm calm, but for reals. GUYS! Turn your brains, open mouths and do something. You not some toys or exhibitions, please say something. Don't let Uglyteach or Smellyoko control you all!

*stands up* Okay y'know what! I'm sorry but no, no you can't just tell us that we aren't allow to visit a fellow classmate of ours and declare that we be dropped out!

Huh? Wait... Hatomi, you don't need to-.

No... honestly, I kept listening to this go on and on for a whole damn year and frankly it annoys me...

You are telling us that we aren't allow to visit someone that attempted suicide just yesterday and pretend it just never happen, like you usually do?

Wait Hatomi, just a second - look we don't need to start this-.

No no, let her talk... I want to see her make her point and entertain the idea.

So you want to just waste your time on someone you never care about or even saw as a friend, are you sure about that Hatomi Sato?

...I'm certain, after all; while I may have not been close to Nagito.

Honestly... I wish I did spend more time with me or got to check on him but I never did.

*Walks over and stands at the front of the class*

But the only reason I never got to is because you force us all to not befriend anyone in this class and I wouldn't even be surprise that you and Hiyoko likely told him to kill himself without us knowing!

Hu-Huh?! What why are you dragging me into this!

I didn't do jack shit, besides he had about killing himself so it's not my fault he did that!

And who's the one that constantly bullied him to that point? Kept constantly making him and others feel like shit for it; well I know how much the teacher loves to freaking coddle and enable your bullshit so by that logic - you shouldn't be interacting with anyone then which I bet everyone would feel a lot better if you shut the hell up already!

...!

...waaa-.

WAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAA! TE-TEEEEEACHER, SHE'S BULLYING MEEEEE!!!

Hatomi! How dare you make poor little Hiyoko cry, she is just a child! You shouldn't be picking on children!

Oh for god sakes, fuck off with that coddling bullshit you do! Hiyoko is the same age as the rest of us and your just infantilizing her! The fact you just allow whatever the fuck Hiyoko wants is what annoys me the most, you just turning her into a mini me version of yourself!

Ho-How dare you speak to me like that! *walks over which as she raises her hand to smack Hatomi but then-*

*Suddenly Hatomi grabs her hand* ...!

Hu-Huh?! Wait did... did she catch that!?

I... I think she did and it was such fast speed too...

...

Well, given I am the Ultimate Archer; fast reflexes often come with the territory.

Now... where to? Ah yes, this is what I should of done when Nekomaru got that heart attack from you...!

*CRACK!*

*Hatomi breaks the teacher's hand*

TEACHER: KYAAAAAAAAAH!!!! M-MY HAAAAAAAAAND!!!

*Everyone stare in shock then Hatomi flipped teacher over her shoulder and she landed on the floor*

OOOOOOWWWWW!!!! M-MY BACK, YOU HURT MY BAAAAAAACK!!!

#dr #danganronpa #dtfa #despair to future arc #ds:rw #despair side: re write #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #dr3 #danganronpa 3 #hatomi sato #teruteru hanamura #mahiru koizumi #hiyoko saionji #sonia nevermind #anonymous #ds ep 6

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new-dawn-au · 10 months

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Yeah, this is gonna be a long one so buckle up XD

Also sorry for the wait for this to come out, I've had it mostly done for so long, just didn't know how to finish it!

Yuki, young girl with light brown and pink hair accompanied by heavy eye makeup, threw her bag at the roof fence, slumping down against it before giving a long and exaggerated sigh. "Ugh! I can't believe that Hayate got suspended again! He's such an ass!"

"Let me guess, another fight of his escalated?" Asked Minako, a pale girl who's purple eyes were highlighted by her bright grey hair and dark cardigan. The purple eyed middle schooler handed the other a bottle of water and watched as she gulped it all down, sighing with delight as she finished the water.

"Ahhh, that's good shit. Thanks, sugar!" The mentioned girl blushed at the nickname as her eyes softened, just then did she notice something. "Wait, where's Saki? She isn't usually this late." "You're right, where is she?" Yuki said and not a moment later, the doors to the roof were pushed open by their friend.

Saki stopped in front of the two girls and clutched her chest, catching her breath before apologising. "Sorry that I'm so late! I was taking the new kid to the nurses office."

This sparked Minako's attention, a new student in the middle of the year? "Huh, why'd he have to go?" The gyaru said. "He didn't tell me, but he looked ill." Saki said, it was obvious that she was worried about him despite just meeting him.

"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting you two, but who is this new student? I've never heard about him." Minako asked, gaining an answer from Yuki.

"His name is Apis Subaru! Well, at least I think it is, he didn't really tell me when I was showing him around. He didn't talk alot when I met him, I think he's an introvert? Eh, who knows, that guy's a mystery." Yuki explains, constantly moving her hands whilst doing so. "He seems nice enough, but I don't think the poor guy has any friends! And he has heterochromia as well, I'm not sure if it's a contact lense or not but it totally rocks!"

"If he doesn't seem to have any friends, then why don't we try being his friends?" Minako suggested, gaining a nod of the head from the other two. "I guess that could work! Okay, tomorrow, I'll invite him to have break and lunch with us." Saki decided,

The next day, Saki waited for the break to start before she walked her way over to Apis, noticing how he had a scar across his eye, that must've been what Yuki was talking about.

He looked at Saki and closed his eyes, giving her a small smile. "... Thank you… for yesterday… I really do appreciate it."

"Aren't you gonna go anywhere for break?" Saki asked the boy, causing him to simply shake his head, his hair swaying as he did. "No…. I don't really know anybody here… and I don't want to cause a distraction for anyone else by following them.."

Saki was filled with sympathy for him, it was clear that he didn't have a very good opinion of himself. In a way, she could see her younger self in him, and this only made her more determined to be his friend.

She smiled before offering him a hand. "Well if you don't have anyone to hang out with, why don't you come with me? It'll stop you from being lonely." "Are you sure? I.. don't want you to feel like you have to be my friend just because you pity me." Apis said before his classmate grabbed his hand, pulling him out of his seat and guiding him to the roof.

Saki was so much different from him, she was confident and didn't seem to care what people thought about her, he wished he could be like her.

By the time the two middle schoolers had got to the roof, Apis was already a bit out of breath, he wasn't yet used to running that quick yet.

"You really weren't kidding on your stubbornness to get him here, huh?" Yuki laughed, watching as the two sat down. "Nah, you know me, I never go back on a promise." Apis felt strange to be around the three girls on the roof, it reminded him far too much of the time Yuma and the rest of the Numbers club spent having lunch on the roof.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Yuki complimenting him. "Oh my god, you wear elf ears to school? That's so rad! Kinda cute as well, where'd you get them?" "Uhmm, thank.. you? I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you mean.." He mumbled, said ears moved down as he tried to edge away from the girl questioning him.

She dramatically gasps, eyes widening as she covers her mouth. "They fucking move as well?! That's hella sick! You know what? You got a nice aesthetic going on right now and I'm digging it!" Apis didn't know how to respond, he didn't remember the last time he was complimented in such a way. All he could do was sit there.

As Yuki was gushing about nothing in particular to him, she noticed something quite worrying. "Wait, have you had any food yet? You look starving!" "Huh? Oh, I must've forgotten my food this morning." Apis replied, he had completely forgotten about eating and left the lunch that his dad had made for him at home, this happened yesterday and was the reason he went to the nurses office before fainting from hunger.

"um." Finally after watching Apis and getting a bit jealous over her girlfriend giving more attention to him, Minako speaks, offering her food to him. "I always have a tendency to pack too much food for myself, so you can have some of mine if you want, it'll stop you being hungry."

Apis was filled with a strange feeling in his heart for the rest of the day, it reminded him of the warmth and comfort that he felt with Yuma and the others.

He was going to feel very safe in this new town, he just knew it.

#new dawn au #zexal #astral zexal #zexal ocs #yuki tomoe oc #minako shimizu oc #saki tachibana oc

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