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zerokaram · 2 days

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college basketball!abby x reader

synopsis: you're suddenly seeing abby, your best friend since your childhood, in a new lens. is it her arms? her strength? her drive? or the way she refuses to talk to, or even look at any other girl but you?

a/n: these are formatted like headcannons + scenarios to match them! not necessarily like a fic unfortunately. but if you guys would want that, i'd be glad to write something along those lines. enjoy!

at first, it was just something small. something so, so extremely small. maybe sometimes, she would look a little too good after practice. the way the wisps of her hair would stray out of her braid, her arms glistening in sweat and her shirt practically see-through from how hard she worked in the gym prior to her practice. or maybe it was the way she constantly towered over you, how she looked down at you when you two spoke, or how her arms carried everything and anything effortlessly, toned and muscular.

you don't know if you were just fucking imagining it or what, but holy, fucking, shit.

was it just your brain fucking with you? maybe you were just desperate or something?

you didn't know. but you were embarrassed to admit the fact that you were completely, and utterly infatuated with your 100% platonic best friend that you definitely should not be and definitely aren't swooning over. she was just a friend, and for gods sake, your best friend at that.

she just came home to your dorm, which she's been staying at for a few weeks now, covered in sweat. her arm and leg muscles practically bulging from her jersey, about to burst the fabric at their seams with only that and a compression shirt under it, paired with shorts that you've probably borrowed from her, her hair in a messy braid; stray strands sticking to her face.

anyone would be sensible enough to drool at this shit. it wasn't your fault that you had a hot best friend. right? i mean- what?

okay, but you couldn't help it that she had really nice arms. really defined, muscular, beefy, strong, capable, sporty, hot, sexy arms. it was just a general thing. it definitely couldn't just be you. this is totally fucking normal for a 100% platonic relationship. like, yeah. this is literally just normal. its literally just normal.

soon, your stares burned into her back. she could practically feel the way your eyes lingered from her face, trailing to her arms, and all the way down to her thighs. turning around to face you, she inquires cluelessly as if she didn't plan this whole scenario out on purpose. "baby, you okay? you look...dazed or something." she says, sneaking in a smile once she turns around again to get herself a glass of water.

baby. baby? did you hear that right?

you probably heard it wrong. you snicker, "oh, yeah. yeah i'm..fine."

one of abby's big games were coming up. only one more game, and it would mean that her and her team finally won the whole season. usually, she'd be pumped to finally get to train for the moment she's been dreaming of since the season started, but something's been conflicting her. a certain someone. she's had a crush on you for at least 5 years now, but the crush has been at it's all time high ever since you've started wearing her jerseys, her hoodies, and her clothes this past semester. god, fuck it. why not offer for you to do it again?

lounging on abby's couch in nothing but her hoodie and some boxers of hers that you found lying on your side of the bed from when you slept over, you held your phone in your right hand, scrolling through tiktok, while you held a cup of coffee in the other. abby (very willingly) agreed to let you sleep over at her place for as many nights as you wanted, since your roommates aggravatingly threw parties all day and night long.

you were interrupted by the door abruptly creaking open, abby stepping through the door, still in her basketball gear. she set her things down onto the kitchen counter, taking her hoodie off, revealing a more comfortable shirt under. she joins you on the couch; lying on her stomach, making a groaning noise. "shit..arms fuckin' hurt." she says, muffled whines getting silenced by the pillow she stuffed her head in.

you chuckle at her childishness. she's kinda always been like that, hasn't she? "too bad." you say, to which she frowns with a slight pout, looking up at you, wanting you to change your answer. you have no choice but to oblige. "-whatever. what can i do to help?" you ask in a playful tone, flashing her a smile.

she gets up from her position almost immediately, sprinting to her bedroom and grabbing her jersey before quickly running back to the living room and throwing the jersey in your face as if she planned this. "wear this to my next game." she says in a half-laughing, cocky way. you desperately pry the piece of fabric off of your face, trying to process what just happened. "no fuckin' way abs." you say, teasing her. you take a look at the shirt. it had 22 on the front, with ‘anderson’ printed on the back.

she frowns, sighing as she flops next to you, snaking her arms around you and stuffing her face in your shirt (in a definitely 100% platonic way). "c'mon." she says, "need someone to cheer f'me. js' wanna see my girl cheer for me. it would make me so happy."

you chuckle at 'my girl', "abs. this isn't helping with the rumors about us."

she accidentally blurts out, "don't fuckin' want it to."

...what?

before she knows it, and before you two could even talk about what she just said to you a few days before, it was finally game day. screams and cheers of girls who came just to see abby stretched from one part of the arena to another, echoing in your eardrums. you said you weren’t going to, but of course you wore her fucking jersey anyway.

abby looked into the crowd of people, searching for you desperately. she couldn’t play without you watching :’((.

about to give up on finding you, she feels two hands come around the side of her torso, hugging her from behind. she turns around to see you. wearing her jersey.

“you better win, i’m not parading your name on me for nothing.” you say sarcastically.

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby x reader #the last of us #tlou #tlou smut #abby anderson smut #abby the last of us #tlou2 #tlou fanfiction #abby fanfiction #wlw #wlw yearning #wlw ns/fw #wlw community #lgbtq

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hanasnx · 16 hours

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" YOU DON'T SEEM TO LIKE IT WHEN WE TALK " — naoya zenin.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: dedicated to @dosiido. WARNINGS: fem reader ノ dom naoya ノ dubcon: coercion ノ sexual content ノ unprotected sex ノ arranged marriage ノ breeding ノ degradation: m + f receiving ノ objectification ノ size difference.

"It helps you're easier on the eyes." NAOYA ZENIN teases, nipping his teeth against the line of your jaw. You're frustrated, and he's exacerbating it deliberately with how leisured his ruts are. Dragging out this experience at a snail's pace, the anger flared in your chest reignites with each detail of his cock sliding against the sensitivity of your walls. Your lips press together, refusing to look him in the eye despite him chasing it.

"You're a pig." you spit. Unfortunately, he chuckles. It's dark, cold, triumphant. You jerk your head away as you feel his body heat near.

"I'd prefer it if you kept that mouth shut. Might get you into some trouble." he replies, and you huff at his threat. Even if it holds truth, you're sure any fate would be better than remaining his wife. He picks himself up on his knees, large hands splay under your hips to raise them from the mattress. "At least try to act like you want it. You're to carry my heir after all, is that not an honor?" he purrs, rubbing salt in the wound as lifts you against your will. Despite your resistance, he bottoms out, his grasp on you tightening to a painful degree—purposefully making you wince. His powerful body flexes with each movement, not a muscle out of place, yet it appears easy. Like you weigh nothing to him, he uses your hole like a fleshlight.

The lack of lube from your disinterest is not a deterrent for him, instead he winds his deft hips in a circle, lodging his dick all up in your sticky insides. It hurts.

You throw your hands down to the mattress at your sides, neck craned from the position he's chosen to put you in with your back fully arched off the bed and your ass in his hands. "Will you just get it over with, Zenin?"

"I'm enjoying myself, aren't you?" your husband's steady pace of ruts annoys you to no end because he's milking it. He's not even close to finishing, and the sooner he does the sooner this will be done, and he knows that. With Naoya, it's not good enough you're practically his property—and his future incubator—but you're entertainment, too. He weaponizes your distaste for him.

You sigh, clawing into the sheets as a way to curb your anger. If you show too much emotion, you know it'll end badly for you. "This is to serve a purpose. Consummate the marriage, make a kid. I don't want to do anything else." you explain, despite knowing the likelihood it'll bury you. "If you could just—"

"You're just saying that."

Brows furrow, exasperatingly puzzled at him. "The hell are you talking about?"

That sickeningly wolfish grin stretches wider on his features. He'd be handsome if he wasn't so evil, if his personality wasn't so putrid, if he didn't disgust you. His canines and ear piercings alike glint in the dull light, like a yokai. "You can't refuse me." he replies easily, as if relaying the weather. Like his dick isn't in you raw, fucking your drying walls with no regard for your comfort or enjoyment or even fulfillment. "If you don't give me what I want, I'll take it from you."

At the prospect of yet another threat—one you're significantly more wary of—you open your mouth to refute, but your incredulousness is cut short by a palm swatting over your gaping trap. A darker, more sinister fire glows in his eyes as he looms over you. "Speak again, and the clan'll wonder why my brand new wife is tongueless." Your fear shows on your face visible under the large surface area of his hand, swallowing hard. "Make yourself useful and lie there."

@HANASNX 2024 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

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callme-holly · 2 days

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if you're still doing requests, can you do headcanons for how each member of the gang (separate) would react to their s/o pranking them with the monthly shed thing?Please and thank you!

MONTHLY SHED PRANK

in which the reader pulls the "monthly shed" prank on the gang and they fall for it. [fem!reader x the outsiders]

a/n: i wanted to try a different format to what I usually do - don't know if I like or not but, you know. I have 10 mins before i have to go back to revision so sorry if these are a little but crap. inbox is still open for requests!!

Darry Curtis -

When you tell him, he is so concerned

He just stares at you, eyes wide, jaw practically on the floor

He immediately starts asking if you’re okay and if you need anything

Will 100% fall for it

He immediately goes to Sodapop and asks if it’s true because if anyone knows about girls, it the middle Curtis brother

When Soda is just as confused as Darry, he will probably finally catch on

He was very worried for you though <33

Sodapop Curtis -

He’s so sweet about it and will genuinely believe you

He’ll sit on the counter and watch as you “peel your skin” while asking as many questions as possible

“So are girls like lizards?”

You bet he’s bringing it up at dinner and when he does, Darry and Pony just stare at you with confusion

Soda will keep on eating as if he’s just dropped the most casual news ever

In the end, when he doesn’t catch on to the joke, you’ll probably have to tell him the truth

He’ll be very confused, and will most likely continue to believe that you shed your skin every month

Ponyboy Curtis -

When he catches you “peeling your skin” he’s actually horrified

Like he isn’t disgusted, not at all, but why the hell is all your skin peeling off and should he get Darry to drive you to the hospital

He won’t really say much on the topic, but will definitely ask his science teacher next time he has class

His teacher gives him the most baffled expression ever and he immediately catches on

He’s so embarrassed when he gets home

He doesn’t mention it to anyone, not even to you, and if it ever gets brought up, he’s changing the topic immediately

Johnny Cade -

Oh, Johnny

He is so worried when you tell him that your skin peels every month

He gets a little concerned that his skin might peel too

He’ll watch from a safe distance when you “shed your skin”

The next time he sees Dallas, he questions it and his buddy just laughs in his face and asks if he feeling okay

He probably won't catch onto the joke until you tell him

Johnny isn’t stupid, but he will almost certainly believe anything you tell him so when you break the news to him and tell him that you were only kidding, he’s very relieved

Dallas Winston -

He’s so disgusted and probably won't come anywhere near you

Genuinely very confused and won’t believe you at first

“I aint seen no other girl do that, man”

After you “peel your skin” in front of him though

He is out of that door faster than you can blink

He goes to the gang and he’s just horrified

Darry will probably be the one to break the truth to him

He’d be fuming and he’d probably give you the silent treatment until you apologise to him (he’s stubborn and childish like that)

Was secretly a tiny bit concerned about you but he’d never admit it

Steve Randle -

Now this is tricky

Steve would probably be concerned and a little freaked out

He’d ask to make sure you’re okay and if you’re hurt at all every few minutes

He genuinely just really cares about you <33

However, that’s not to say he isn’t incredibly freaked out

You’re literally shedding your skin in his bathroom and acting as if it’s a normal thing

In the end you’d probably feel bad and you’d have to break the truth to him

He’s still a little confused but he just sort of forgets about the whole thing the next day

Two-Bit Mathews -

I won’t lie; he’ll find it funny as hell

He’d take every chance he can get to crack a joke about you “shedding your skin”

Much like Soda, he’ll sit and watch you before asking if you’re a snake

“So, does that mean women are reptiles?” // “No, Two…”

I can’t see him being disgusted by it and it probably wouldn’t take all that long for him to catch on

Overall, he finds the whole thing hilarious and will probably keep making lizard jokes to you for the next week or so

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obeymematches · 2 days

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I saw your MC is a tease/Bully not so oblivious ask. But how do the brothers react to some one like me who literally cannot tell someone likes them unless they open their mouth and say it?

Like seriously, unless you smack me in the face with the info I am completely oblivious.

hahah i like this idea! Though these turned out so long i'll do a part2

Mc IS oblivious!

Lucifer:

● To demonstrate his eternal love, ardent obsession he expresses his feelings through gifting you not just one, but an entire boque of maroon roses. He grows them in his garden. If this doesn't impress you tell me, what will?

● "Ohh! How pretty! You're so sweet Lucifer you really didn't have to! Now where shall I put these-"

● Inside his mind: Okay MC likes them- but perhaps not me? I should've given them something more practical it seems. I must figure out what they prefer."

● His next attempt was much more simple; to your luck, he prefers not to make things more complicated than they need to be. Yes he invited you to a stroll through a nearby park. Yes you had no idea it was a date. Even though it was just you two and you walked around with you hand around his arms, his other hand gently caressing the hand you gave him. Nothing special just a regular Thursday, you thought.

"MC, I must confess, it was my pleasure to spend time with you today. I wish we could do this more often..."

"To tell you the truth I could get used to this, thanks for inviting me for a walk!"

"Was it just a walk to you, MC?"

At this point you felt like you needed to be careful about how you continue the conversation.

"Well- technically, wasn't it a walk?"

"It was. You are right. What I've neglected to tell you is that it was supposed to be a date. You are on my mind every day, in fact, I can hardly forget about you as I work. You are very dear to me despite not knowing you for a long time. I... I'm very fond of you MC. I just wanted you to know."

Mammon:

● As you are aware, he spends most of the day with you. You don't sleep together but besides that you are pretty much together all day.

● You are in your room, laying on your back, scrolling your phone to pass time.

● He enters your room casually, lays beside you without saying anything. With a swift motion he lifts your phone out of your hands, puts it on the bed next to you and lays his head on your chest.

"Mind givin' me attention?"

"I gave you attention all day Mams, whats going on?"

"How come ya always nice to me MC?"

"Uh- You are my first friend here, of course I'm nice-"

"Ya don't have to be so nice cuz of that though..."

"What do you mean Mammon?"

"Ugggh ya gonna make me say it? Cuz I'm not about to-"

"Say what? You're confusing me-"

"Nothin. It's nothin."

● That was it for that day. Same week you were minding your business in the kitchen when you overheard your best friend fight with Levi.

☆Don't ya dare tell MC!!

□ Or what? You'll draw me with a pencil?

☆ Ya piece of-

There you were on the doorstep, wondering what the hell is going on here.

Levi: MC! Did you know Mammon likes you??

You: Well- I sure hope he does, we are friends afterall-

Levi: nOOO he likes you more than a friend!

You: Uh... He is my best friend I guess?

Mammon: Levi ya idiot stop right here! Yes MC is my best friend now shut up!

● Life goes on as it is for a couple of days. One night Mams brings you a beer (0% if you don't drink) and sits down with you.

"MC... Imma ask you a question, be honest alright? An' don't laugh okay? So MC... am I really just ya best friend?"

"Yes you are. Why?"

"Listen MC ... I wouldn't be tellin ya this if it wasn't true alright- I like you a lot."

"And I like you a lot too!"

"MC, no. I'm... I... wanna be with ya. No, not just with ya, I just wanna be yours."

"As in....?"

"As in that stupid series you made me watch- "

"Mammon? Are you telling me you want to date me?"

"Uh-huh. I promise I'll give ya anything ya want. If ya'd let me-"

Leviathan:

● my boy is the definition of oblivious, unlucky for you

● Okay at this point it'll take ages for this conversation to happen....if it happens at all.

● By now sending each other hearts in the video game you play is a routine, but strictly IN GAME!

● He visits you in the Human World without complaining

● He doesn't spend much time with anyone but if you want to, he will!

● Very clingy for someone as oblivious as him.

● Both of you starts to give hints at some point and still nothing happens. "Yeah he's so nice." "Ah MC always thinks of me, how sweet." "Don't overthink, don't overthink, don't-"

● Okay I am actually struggling to think of a scenario when he confesses so blutly there is no doubt he means it. I think his plan B is to play it off as a joke so whatever the circumstances it's ambigious.

● So listen MC, Levi's only gonna do it once. If you miss it, you miss him out. That's it.

● Levi: So... MC... I was thinking... how funny it would be if we actually started dating- unless...

You: Funny? Why would that be funny?

Levi: Because you and I.... like great friends!

● Okay here is your chance MC he's nevee going to bring this up again-

#obey me #obey me x you #obey me x y/n #obey me x reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x mc #obey me luci x reader #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me luci x mc #om lucifer #levi om #omswd #om mammon #mammon om

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 23 hours

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An angsty Chaggie/Chaggily idea I don’t think we’re discussing enough: Charlie is potentially a natural angel killer. She was able to manifest a weapon that hurt and could have potentially killed Adam. Imagine her having to contend with THAT revelation while being in love with Vaggie (and potentially Emily as well).

ooooo i've been WONDERING if heavenly steel's killing ability comes from them being forged by / imbued with like, high ranking angelic power, like from a seraphim or such (sera not only allowing the exterminations to happen, but having to quietly supply and resupply adam with the weapons for it....)

can u imagine tho. if Charlie's being part seraphim gave her that same power?

first, before that becomes a thing- Vaggie's so relieved and relaxed to have the exorcist secret out in the open. she doesn't have to worry about Charlie seeing her angelic blood anymore-

(maybe grins, reminding Charlie they can be a bit more adventurous in bed now) (maybe sits Charlie down and gently explains that she'd rather they got a bit rough in practice sparring with each other than see Charlie get hurt in an actual fight later-)

and maybe Charlie starts to kinda like seeing Vaggie's angelic blood, in the right moments

she loved Vaggie as a sinner- but she just UNDERSTANDS her better now, knowing why her partner hates heaven so much, why she believed in Charlie and redemption and the hotel when no one else did- maybe also it's reassuring, knowing Vaggie really isn't a sinner who might choose heaven over hell some day. instead she's an angel, she did the reverse, she's chosen hell and Charlie over heaven (she isn't leaving) (not like-) and that golden blood is PROOF

so there are love bites that get a bit passionate and there's moments in sparring when Charlie starts tentatively throwing all of herself into a fight, to feel what it's like, to fight for them and their future together even if Vaggie gets a bit scrapped up in the here and now-

but the scraps. don't heal. the way non-angelic wounds should

the love bites Charlie leaves on her scar

and Vaggie, she's fine with that! more than fine

She's surprised and RELIEVED- Charlie's tougher than anyone thinks, Charlie will never really be unarmed if someone tries to get the jump on her- (so many want to) the tight memory of seeing her fight Adam (his hand on her throat) easing a little as Vaggie reshuffles her girlfriend into the heavenly tier above him (smirks at how he'd HATE that)

Vaggie, taking a moment whenever she's by a mirror, just to trace the new marks her girlfriend left on her

(bookmarks from her new life, good memories, more changes from the exorcist she stills glimpses staring back at her sometimes- changes SHE chose, this time, so different from her missing eye...)

but Charlie... oh... Charlie would be gutted by them

no matter how many times Vaggie smiles as she touches the scars, there's still the sinking, hollowing thought- Lute is the one who leaves marks like that. Vaggie's eye, her wings, her hand- Charlie knows herself as the one who puts on the bandage, helps with the pain, remembers which side of her girlfriend to stand on and watches her back in a fight so it DOESN'T happen again... and now, she's also the one who's left scars

she's the one who could- with one wrong move or small mistake- could do WORSE than just scars-

and unlike with Lute, Vaggie is never on her guard around Charlie

Charlie going to her dad- her dad who she's only finally really talking to again because of VAGGIE- asking him, whispering like when she tiny enough to curl up in his lap- was that what it was like with mom? did that... have anything to do with Lilith leaving..?

Lucifer trying to reassure her- no no no, that part never bothered Lilith, physical stuff is the simpler part- loving someone is way people really get the power to hurt you-

(his own love of creation, of life, leaving him broken hearted down in hell-)(Lucifer cringing)

-saying instead, she TRUSTS you, Char-char. She believes in you (even when i didn't), and has she ever been wrong about it?

but Charlie will always be afraid, now, of just how wrong Vaggie's faith in her might be

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #lucifer morningstar #angst #ohohohohohohoooh #i LIKE it #almost certainly not even slightly likely to be canon-#and so #Delicious #thank ye anon #nom nom nom~

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five-rivers · 3 days

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The next part of my Kingdom of Fish pollfic! Continued from here.

It wasn't the practice he'd been intending, but… “I'm fluent in Elysian Greek.” That was the dialect Pandora's people used.

“Oh, thank goodness,” said the attendant, handing him a pair of scrolls. “People have been requesting these, and of course we don't get many people who know those dialects out this way, so…”

“Right,” said Danny. “Where should I…?”

“Oh, right here! But… oh dear, I'll need to find a booster seat…”

“I don't need one,” said Danny, quickly. “I can just hover.”

Danny needed one.

(But unlike what the attendant said, he didn't look absolutely adorable in it, nor was he perfectly precious when pouting. He wasn't pouting at all!)

He unrolled the original scroll, weighing it down with the scroll weights on the table, then did the same to the blank scroll he was copying onto.

“Are arrangements like this common?” asked Mom.

“What arrangements?” murmured Danny, keeping his voice down.

“Arrangements between groups of ghosts. Between your library and this one.”

��The library network is a bit unusual,” said Danny. The scroll appeared to be a transcription of the life story of an Eleusinian farmer. “The Library of Tongues gets relatively good deals, too, since most libraries need translators at least some of the time. But there are other groups that do similar things. Like, alliances and stuff between Realms. I think the Goblin Market started off that way. And there are the universities. Schools. Museums, too, but I don’t mess with them.”

“Why not?” asked Dad. “I’d think that they’d work closely with translators.”

“Well, yeah, but museums aren’t always very good about asking. And a lot of them get overly interested in things that are one of a kind.” Like Danny himself. He trimmed the quill pen provided to him and dipped it in the inkwell. He started writing.

“Oh, avoiding them is probably a good idea.”

“You don’t have to sound so surprised, Mom,” said Danny. “I have all sorts of good ideas.” He wrote in relative silence for a while, pen scratching at the scroll.

“What’s in that?” asked Dad.

“The writing? Record of someone’s life. Not very long.” He hummed and contemplated how to translate a complicated religious passage.

“Where were they from?”

“And when?” added Mom.

“Eleusis,” said Danny. “And, hm, there’s not a date. Usually stuff like this is pretty old, though.”

“Eleusis. As in the Eleusinian Mysteries?”

“Yeah, I think so. This doesn’t really say anything about them, but I’m sure there’s stuff in the library proper that does. Why?”

Mom sighed. “Sometimes, finding things in the Ghost Zone, it’s a bit like time travel without the time travel. It’s a window into history.”

Danny frowned slightly. It was history, and books were always a bit like that, but it wasn’t as if the person who the scroll was about was necessarily gone. There was a very good chance that they still existed. They had already been dead when they’d dictated this.

Well, it didn’t matter, he supposed. It was very unlikely that they’d ever meet the guy. He wasn’t sure why it bothered him, anyway.

He finished the scroll and rolled it up. He looked up scanning the room for the attendant. His eyes, however, caught on the large man with the bat ears and moth winds. He looked like he was suffering, his skin soft and melty. The thin man didn’t look like he was having a good time, either, fighting with his wings and an over-the-shoulder bag. Oh, and there was something broken on that printing press that he could definitely fix. And then, if he thought about it, this translation hadn’t taken him long at all. He could certainly afford the time to do a few more.

… Danny realized, then, that in addition to not having much of a chance to travel and explore, lately, he hadn’t had much opportunity to indulge his primary Obsession beyond helping in the lab, and now that he wasn’t swamped in the haze of cabin fever, it was itching its way out of his skin.

He was going to be horribly nosy about things. He could just feel it. All the practice in minding his own business he’d gotten in high school was years ago now.

#danny phantom #dannymay 2024 #dannymay #kingdom of fish #pollfic #poll fic #choose your own adventure

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milaisreading · 2 days

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Maybe Ness rambling about his interests, but gets quite thing y/n would think he's weird or annoying.

Y/n notices it and tell him that she loves seeing this side of him. Just overall someone loving ness as ness. My baby needs it 🤧🤧

🌱🩷: Hope u are fine with this!! Thanks for the request 🩷

Warning: Reader is crossdressing so I am using a mix of she/her and he/him. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

'Kaiser... He isn't paying any attention to me... Ever since Isagi spoke back to him he has been more distant with me. He just tells me what to do. But, it's not like I can say anything back. I have nobody but him. He is my only friend-'

"Ness. Ness. Ness!"

The magenta-eyed boy shook himself out of his thoughts as he heard (Y/n)'s voice and felt her shake his shoulders.

"What?" Ness looked back at her, blinking in confusion as the girl raised an eyebrow.

"Are you ok? You look lost." He flinched at her words and glanced at Kaiser, who was annoying Isagi and Kurona.

"I am fine. Did you need anything?" Ness asked while looking back at her.

"Can I sit here and eat? Gesner and Grim want to sit here as well."

(Y/n) said as she pointed at the two boys behind her.

"Uhm... Sure." The boy nodded his head slowly as the three sat down and started eating.

"Are we practicing today?" Gesner wondered as he looked at (Y/n), who slowly nodded her head.

"Sure. You guys wanted to practice passes, anyway."

"Wait... You two are working with him? Are you betraying Kaiser?" Ness asked the two Germans with an irritated tone, earning a sigh from Grim.

"No, we are not. On the field we are on Kaiser's side, but off the field we hang out."

"Calm down, Ness. Nobody is going against the king, or whatever." Gesner laughed and continued eating. Ness growled a little in irritation, but stopped as (Y/n) put a plate on his tray.

"What is that?" Ness raised an eyebrow, recognizing that it was one of the chocolate puddings he liked at the facility.

"You told me you liked that pudding, you can have it. I am not much of a fan of it." (Y/n) shrugged, taking a bite from her rice and chicken. Ness' eyes widened for a moment and gulped as he looked down at the food.

"You... How did you know?"

"What do you mean how do I know?" (Y/n) raised an eyebrow and gulped down her food.

"You told me that. You said you liked it so much since that was what you mom made you when you were sick."

"You... You listened?" Ness asked in shock as (Y/n) slowly nodded her head.

"I might not look like it, but I do pay attention." She said, a little offended and started eating again.

The magenta-eyed boy could feel his heartbeat pick up for a moment as he stared at (Y/n), who was busy talking with Grim about something he couldn't catch.

'He cared enough to remember this... He cared enough to give me his dessert... Something Kaiser never did.' Ness glanced at the blonde and shook his head. No! He can't betray Kaiser like that! He shouldn't have someone else in mind! He slowly ate a spoon full of the pudding as a blush appeared on his face. For some reason, today's pudding tasted a lot sweeter.

'They probably changed the ingredients.'

Later...

"Haaa... Hair washing is so nice~" (Y/n) hummed to herself as she walked to her bed while drying he rhair with a towel. Ness looked away from one of his books he was reading and glanced at her instead.

"Why do you wash your hair always first and then shower?"

"Hm? I don't know. I always washed my hair first and then showered." She shrugged he shoulders and glanced at the book Ness was reading before she walked inside.

"What's that?" The girl stopped with the hair drying and looked in curiosity at the book. It was dark purple with a few golden stars on it. Ness at first thought she was joking, but the genuineness in her voice and eyes quickly told him something else. Taking in a deep breath, the boy contemplated for a moment.

'Should I tell him? Whatever, he will laugh at me either way...'

"It's a book I had ever since I was little. It's a story about witches and wizards."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened a little, surprised he was into those things.

"You like magic?"

Unconsciously, Ness smiled and nodded his head as he started going off on his explanation.

"Yeah! Ever since I was little I liked magic, magical creatures! The fantasy world is so interesting and the best way to escape everything! I have had this book since I was 7, actually! It talks about a boy who embarks on a journey to find- Oh..."

(Y/n) blinked as she saw Ness quickly shut up and look back at his book, face red in embarrassment.

"Embarks on a journey to find what exactly?"

"You were listening? Do you really want to know?"

Ness' head shot up to look at (Y/n) in surprise. This... this was the first time someone cared?

"Yeah? What is it about?"

'Weird. He has been acting off ever since this morning.' (Y/n) thought as Ness gave her a huge smile and started rambling about the story. The girl tried to keep up with what he was saying, nodding every once in a while and asking questions as signs that she was listening.

'Well, if it makes him happy.' She smiled a little, enjoying the rare moments of peace she had with the German.

This continued on for the next few days, Ness would talk about random interests he had with (Y/n) sharing some of her own. The boy would try to keep up with what she was telling him as he didn't want to come off as rude for not remembering anything. Noa, just like the rest of the team were surprised how much the usually bickering duo talked. It looked more like two friends talking than two guys who didn't like each other. And, while (Y/n) for the most part stayed oblivious, or enjoyed the peace, Ness did notice the shift. He noticed it when he would miss her presence during his practices with Kaiser, when she would leave him to eat with one of her Blue lock friends. He just felt alone. He didn't like it. But, Ness knew that things were meant to be like this. She served Isagi as his midfielder, and Ness was Kaiser's. There was nothing the German could do. Or, was there?

Ness felt weird ever since the match against PXG started. He didn't like the feeling of being stuck at Kaiser's side. He didn't like the closeness Charles and Shidou showed towards (Y/n). And most importantly, he didn't like her loyalty towards Isagi!

'I hate this! Why can't he score for himself?!' Ness gritted his teeth as he stole the ball from Shidou and looked ahead to where Kaiser was. This was the blonde's chance to make up for the failed goal from earlier!

'But...' Ness stopped and so did (Y/n) who as she looked at Ness in confusion.

'Why did he stop? Kaiser is right there.' She looked at the confused blonde, then back at Ness.

"Here! Do with it what you want! I don't care!'

The girl's eyes widened as Ness kicked the ball towards her. Hiori and Isagi were stunned as well as they looked at Ness, the boy hiding a blush and ignoring Kaiser's yells as (Y/n) kicked the ball towards Hiori who would assist this time.

"Ness?" The girl questioned as the boy ignored her as well.

'This isn't good for my heart at all!!' Ness yelled on the inside as he put his hand over his racing heart.

'I hate it so much that I love you!'

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eye fucker

NSFW 18+

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toxic!abby jealous but roommate!reader is tired of it. warning; slight smut?, phone sex, misogynistic comments, toxicity, mention of murder, strong language first story ever.. like in forever. probably will notice mistakes as I’m also still learning how to write. :33 enjoy!! 🎵 - one of the girls, the weeknd

you were pissed; beyond pissed. Invited to a car wash by your homegirls, you had to wear lingerie under fitted white shirts, exposing every lace and strap when wet.

It felt like looking like a bunch of hookers was the only way to get donations from perverted men or giggly, misogynist teen boys for a homeless shelter.

But that's not why you're upset.

glancing over at Abby in the driver's seat, her jaw clenched, fingers gripping the steering wheel as if she wanted to break it, veins pulsating through her thick arm, she looked even more furious than you were.

you didn't care. She didn't have the right to be. She didn't own you or anything of you. She had no right to pull you out of there and force you into the car.

your friends found Abby's behavior amusing yet perplexing. Her growing attraction towards you since you moved in with her was becoming increasingly evident, to the point where it seemed almost pitiful.

you released a breath, casting a glance towards the radio. The silence in the car felt deafening, accentuated only by the sound of Abby's slightly ragged breathing. You reached over and clicked play on the radio, breaking the uneasy quiet with some music.

only for it to be abruptly interrupted by Abby's thick finger pressing the stop button. "No," she say, firmly.

"What the hell is your problem?" you exclaim, feeling frustration rising. Now she's acting like a complete dick. Her eyes remained fixed on the road, with such intensity that it seemed like she could crack the windshield with her glare alone.

you couldn't deny, she looked incredibly hot. Wearing a green shirt that accentuated her curves and muscles, with a gold watch adorning her right wrist. Only she knew how to completely master the blend of anger and sexiness.

"The problem is you dressing like a prostitute to wash cars as if you have no damn sense," she retorted, her tone sharp.

You cross your arms over your chest, shooting a glance towards her. "Sorry, but I don't need your permission to have fun," you assert, though perhaps not entirely truthful.

the truth was, you only agreed to participate because you and Abby were supposed to have a night together and you still wanted to go to the car wash, but you also really wanted to have dinner with her, so you ultimately chose not to go.

it wasn't just any regular “hey, let’s chill and get some pineapple pizza and garlic wings.” roommate night, but rather a "I want to get to know you better and possible fuck later" type of night, which she seemed to have ditched you for—or so you thought.

In an attempt to get back at her, you dressed in your finest, most sluttiest, provocative lingerie and reached out to your homegirls for a night out.

You heard Abby scoff, followed by a laugh. "Oh, is that what you call fun?" she remarked, glancing at you briefly before returning her gaze to the road.

"Yeah, something I was having until you messed it up—" you begin, but her voice cuts you off abruptly as she jerks the car into park in the apartment parking lot.

“—that guy that you were talking to was practically fucking you without even having to touch you.” Her words dripped with a hint of possessiveness, a tone you've only witnessed once before.

A few days ago, one of your friends playfully wrapped her arms around your waist from behind, nuzzling her face into your neck to make a point about Abby. that she liked you, even if she tried so hard to hide it. Your friend ended up feeling intimidated by the intensity of Abby's gaze and almost a busted lip.

Abby's blue eyes locked onto yours, her pupils slightly dilated, adding a fiery intensity to her gaze. "He might as well just fuck you at this point, right? I mean you are already in uniform." she remarked, her voice laced with a mixture of sharpness and desire.

You dig your eyebrows in. "Fuck you," you mutter before storming out of her Jeep Wrangler and slamming the door shut. As you march towards the apartment building, you seethe with anger. She had no right to ditch you and then act like she owned every inch of you. fuck her

Abby opens the door, stepping her foot on the side bumper and sticking her head out. "Hey!" she calls out, extending her arms towards you. Ignoring her, you slam the door behind you and continuing on your way.

great now she’s fucking upset. okay, maybe I should’ve said it less.. dickish. Abby turned off the engine before getting out, slamming the door shut and walking to the door.

she curses under her breath as she struggles to twist the locked door open, realizing your act of pettiness. Faint music emanates from inside, and she rolls her eyes before unlocking the door.

the lyrics of the song become more noticeable as she enters the house, with some chick singing "one of your girls" from the radio in the kitchen. However, she doesn't see you around, probably assuming you're in your room.

Abby kicked her boots off before collapsing onto the couch, her hands immediately finding her face, rubbing up and down.

God, what the fuck does she do to me?

She didn't ditch you. She was running late from work because of her asshole of a boss, piling on extra tasks before she could leave. When she finally got home, she realized you weren't there waiting for her. She assumed you had gone to sleep, but it was 6. too early for you to do so.

It wasn't until she found the car wash fundraiser poster that she crumpled it in her hands before storming out the door.

suddenly , she hears a phone ring, feeling the vibration in her back pocket, signaling that it was hers. She lets out a groan before taking it out.

It was you calling. Why would she be FaceTiming me? We're in the same house? she wondered.

Sliding the bar over, she answered the call. At first, the screen was dark until you moved back from the camera, revealing the soft glow of candles in your room. Your lingerie was now in full view without the white shirt blocking your pink ensemble, much to Abby's disdain.

Immediately sitting up from the couch surprised, Abby's attention fixated on your perfect figure. Your skin looked so soft and touchable, causing her fingertips to tingle as she remembered how you felt in her fingertips when you taught her how to cut an onion the other day.

"What are you doing?" Abby asked, leaning back on the couch, trying to ease the discomfort between her legs. Just the sight of you could make her come.

She watched as you walked back towards your bed and sat on the very edge of it, your arms behind you for support. There was a faint smirk on your face, which only intensified the heat in Abby's cheeks as she moistened her lips with her tongue. she guessed you set the phone down on the vanity that was next to your door. not like she would know.

She knew you were toying with her, teasing her.

"I guess if that guy was practically fucking me with just his eyes…" you trailed off, slipping off your bra straps and sliding your fingers to the back of the bra. You unclipped it, letting it fall pathetically to the floor. "He deserves a round, don't you think?"

Putting it that way, it didn't make much sense, but that was based on Abby's own perspective.

Abby's mouth was slightly agape as she fell into a trance, mesmerized by how perky your tits were. Your hips began to sway, causing your stomach to roll as you slowly grind your ass on the edge of the bed. She could already feel her clit swelling with need.

"you want to help clean up a murder? be my guest." she remarked, her tongue finding her lips again, feeling her mouth go dry once more. There was already a pool forming between her legs that she couldn't wait to get taken care of.

She hears you chuckle dryly, feeling your nipples harden even more at her possessiveness. You love the idea that she could control you, even if you wouldn't let her but who knows what the future holds?

You grip the bed frame next to you for balance as you begin to grind your ass against the edge harder. Abby can hear the friction and the bed creaking. She absolutely loves watching you. It's all she ever does—fantasizing about this exact moment, but instead of it being over the phone, you're the one riding her until sunset.

You let out a moan, your head falling back.

"You're fucking loving this, aren’t you?" Your voice is still high-pitched from your previous moan as you stare into the camera. You watch as Abby keeps licking her lips, not even blinking. Fuck yeah, she's loving it.

Your tits bounced with every movement your hips made. You gripped them, squeezing your breast and pinching your own nipples, desperately trying to get yourself off. You wanted Abby to be up there with you, doing all of this, but you also wanted to teach her a lesson—a lesson Abby needed to learn.

Reaching down, Abby's hand stopped at her crotch area on her beige cargo pants, pressing her finger down on her clothed clit as she let out a groan. "Touch yourself," she demanded.

You tsked a couple of times, waving your finger and shaking your head. "you're in no position to bark out orders, Anderson.” you retorted before standing up. Abby moans at how her name rolled off your tongue so fucking seductively.

“fuck..” a smirk creeped up on your face, hearing Abbys muttered profanity.

Your fingertips trailed the bed lightly as you walked towards the middle of the bed, grabbing a pillow. Abby remained on the edge of the couch, ready to get up and barge in there.

You climbed onto the bed, your back to the camera as you straddled the pillow. "just watching me like a good dog, huh?” you moaned out, grinding your pussy against the pillow, feeling your orgasm drawing near. “sadly, there’s no treat.”

Abby couldn't peel her eyes away from you. She was afraid that if she looked away, she'd miss how your ass jiggled with every movement. "I always loved when you watched me… with that look in your eyes, like you owned my existence," you said, your hair flowing down to your back, slightly hiding your ass and teasing her by not giving her a full view.

then, something in Abby's mind clicked. She realized she was eye-fucking you just like that guy did, exposing her own hypocrisy. You wanted to prove that to her.

"That guy can fucking stare all he wants, but you know who can really satisfy you.." Abby managed to let out, releasing a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

you smirked, slowly disappearing as you grind harder and faster against the pillow, moaning out as you felt yourself getting closer. "mm.. oh fuck…yes."

Abby have had enough. The heat between her legs was unbearable now. She needed you badly—to watch you, to taste you, to give you a good fuck.

not before punishing you at least.

she stood up from the couch and walked towards your room, her eyes still fixed on the screen as you continued to grind on your pillow, now soaked with your wetness. you could hear the faint footsteps approaching your door, your heart racing with anticipation.

Abby grabbed the knob and twisted it, but it was locked. are you fucking..

"Open the door," she demanded, looking down at the phone, watching as you focused on reaching your orgasm. "Oh fuck, Abby. I'm so close," your voice echoed from the phone and inside your room.

She twisted the door multiple times, nearly breaking it. "Fucking open the door. Now," she urged, feeling the desperation rise within her as she heard your pleasure-filled moans.

you felt yourself reaching your orgasm as your body shook with pleasure. "Oh, yes, please... I’m coming, I'm coming!”

Abby banged against the door desperately, sure that she was going to break it if you didn't open up before you came. "I swear to god if you don't open this fucking door!” Don’t fucking come without me

You let out the longest, most pornographic moan, her name echoing throughout the walls. Abby punched the wall beside the door. your body is fucking mine.

As you came down from your high, you whispered, "Too bad…" with ragged breaths as you looked over your shoulder, reaching over for the phone, bring it to your lips. "..You can only watch me," you whispered.

Abby's phone made a sound as it went dark, signaling that you ended the call. She stood outside your door, feeling a mixture of frustration and arousal, unable to contain her desire for you and the wetness between her legs.

She leaned into the door as if you was there in front of her. in a low voice, she say, “you better hope you don’t fucking see me tomorrow.”

You laid in your bed, catching your breath with a grin, excited for what said tomorrow will bring.

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tragedyslut · 3 days

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why did ur dad joel work make me cry it’s everything </3 i love dad joel i need him to adopt me

♡ too cold out here ♡

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♡ ADOPTIVE!FATHER!JOEL MILLER X FEM!PRE-TEEN!READER ♡

🩷 SUMMARY — written especially for you anon, i hope you love this as much as the last one<3 reader is roughly 11-12,ellie doesn't exist in this au(my girl is just poof, never met her or anything), joel lives in jackson with tommy and goes out on parrol one day, its extremely snowy and cold, so when he finds you his heart melts. you remind him of sarah. he adopts you, you're his daughter. even if its not by blood:((<33 ill probably write a part 2 to this soon, just probably not for the next day or two cause im sleepy 🪽

your family had been eaten by a hoard of walkers. you got out. you didn't know how, in all honesty. you just ran, you ran until you couldn't anymore. you were curled up in your pajamas under a tree around 3 miles away from where you and your parents had been holed up. you weren't even wearing socks. the bottom of your pajamas were wet with snow. so was your back from lying on snow and dirt. you were so cold. your icy tears burned your cheeks as you desperately tried to stay alive.

on the other hand, joel was on patrol. it was calming, or so he thought. he was going down his usual route on his horse, just humming a tune and keeping warm in his jacket. he froze up when he saw you, curled up like that. he thought you were dead until he got closer and heard your weak sniffles and whimpers. and you were clutching a blue teddy bear with one of your hands. it reminded him of sarah. when she got shot, the way she curled up when she knew she was going to die. it broke his heart. he couldn't leave a child like that.

he hopped off his horse, geing careful not to scare you as he approached you.

" hey kid.. what're you doing out here alone? " he said sweetly. he got on his knees and sat you up, you looked terrified. and freezing. you definitely had hypothermia by now. you were practically going blue.

" you alone? " he said, taking note on how you frantically nodded.

" okay. its alright now. ive got you. you're safe. " he said, tearing off his jacket to put it around you instead. he then reached out to pick you up. you clung onto him like a parasite. it was adorable. he made sure to pick up your stuffed animal too, putting it in his gear back. he hopped back on his horse, putting you infront of him since he doubted you had enough strength to hold him to keep yourself on the horse.

it didn't take long for him to be back in jackson. he soon had a worried tommy running over to him.

" what the fuck- whos that? is she dead?! " the younger man shouted, making you flinch and instinctively curl against joel. whimpering.

" calm the fuck down. you're scaring her. i found her in the woods. theres no way i could've left her. she was freezing. " joel muttered. he hopped down from his horse, taking you straight inside his own house and setting you on the couch. he took out your stuffed animal from his gear back, tucking it in your grasp. tommy had followed him inside, sighing loudly.

" you sigh like that again and ill get Maria to shove her foot up your ass. you know how she feels about kids. no child should get left out in the woods to die like that. so i don't know what you expected from me. " to joels relief, tommy shut up after that.

he found a clean tshirt of his, and decided to let you change into that. it wasn't much, and it would definitely be more like a night gown on you, but it was something. its not like he'd have little girls clothes in your size anyways, he wasn't a creep that kept those sorts of things on hand, especially not during the apocalypse.

" here kiddo, change into this. itll be long on you, like a night gown. nice and warm. just lemme know if you need help, its what im here for. " he said, exiting the room along with tommy to give you some privacy. he kept a listen out in case you didn't have the strength to get changed, he was worried you'd collapse or something. you'd barely moved since he'd found you. though he turned his attention to tommy. who had returned back to sighing loudly.

" what're you gonna do with her? keep her?! adopt her?! " tommy said, seething.

" what if i do? what if I do huh? you don't get to decide what the hell i do. i have a spare room, jackson ain't low on supplies, so whats the issue?! that kid needs someone to take care of her, because she was all alone for god knows how long, and i don't care what you say. im going to take care of her. shes my responsibility now. "

tommy was silent. he just nodded. they both perked up at the sound of pattering feet coming towards them. you soon appeared in the doorway. you had gotten changed, and the tshirt was basically a nightgown just like joel thought. it was adorable. the sight of you just staring up at the two of them. you had your stuffed animal in your hand still.

" hey kid. can you talk now? do you wanna tell me your name? " joel said gently, kneeling down so he was at your level.

" .. y/n. " you mumbled, your voice was weak, like it hadn't been used for a long time. joel smiled.

" thats such a pretty name. what happened to your parents y/n? " he said, trying not to make you too upset, but he had to know.

" there.. was a hoard of.. those clicky things.. and they ate my parents.. and i ran.. but it was really cold.. " you muttered, tearing up. in an instant, you were back in joels arms. he held you tight, letting you just cry.

" listen sweetheart, im gonna protect you okay? ill take care of you. i promise. " he said, stroking your hair. he was so gentle, incase he somehow hurt you. tommy couldn't help but smile at the sight.

that night, we found that you wouldn't let him leave you. you were terrified of being alone. which, wasn't that surpising. he ended up taking you into his room, laying down with you. you clung onto him. he found you adorable.

" get some sleep darling, you're safe here. " he muttered, making sure you went to sleep.

those few weeks after, he spent making sure you were well cared for and protected.

he made you food, scavenged for clothes that would actually fit you, made sure you slept well. it all payed off. you were adorable. you still clung onto him constantly and he didn't mind. you were just a scared kid.

eventually, one night you woke him up.

he felt you tugging on his tshirt, and saying something over and over.

" dad, wake up " you were muttering. it melted his heart. he hadn't been called dad in ages. years. it felt so good. he was your dad, you were his daughter. thats all that mattered.

" yea sweetheart? " he mumbled, pulling you close.

you forgot what you were going to ask. all you wanted was your dad to hold you, forever.

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squirmhoney · 9 hours

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for prompts: (modern au) maybe aegon punishing his niece reader by edging her till she cries and begs him to let her cum because she was being a bit jealous and bratty at a party?

english isn't my first language so im sorry if there are any mistakes!!

A/N: love this. Enjoy ♥️

Warnings: dub con. Edging. Orgasm denial. Incest. Overstimulation. 18+

It was torture.

The way Aegon was toying with you in the backseat of his car.

You knew rolling your eyes and giving death glares to other women were not acceptable, especially when you were usually the cool and collected one. But you and Aegon hadn't been able to touch each other in a week and you were losing every bit of composure you once clung onto with the way he was looking tonight.

You needed him… but not like this.

You whimpered as his fingers pressed against your soaked panties, praying he'd just slip his fingers underneath the material already. But he wouldn't, even though you knew he wanted to as much as you did.

“Look how wet she is for me,” Aegon hummed, rubbing you through the material. You were leaking out of the sides of your underwear at this, the material no longer able to hold the mess in. “Fucking hell, you this desperate?”

“Please Aegon,” you whimpered, placing your hand on top of his in hopes to guide him.

But he tutted, slapping your hand away in a warning. “Brats like you need to learn a lesson.”

“I need you though,” you pouted, wet eyes begging for the tiniest bit of sympathy.

But he ignored you, shaking his head as he went back to your pussy.

When his finger finally pushed your panties to the side, you bit down on your bottom lip to keep your noises at bay.

“I don't even think you'll need me to touch you that much, will you?” He asked, tone as menacing as the grin that spread across his cheeks. “I could just do this for a few minutes-” his middle finger circled your clit slowly to demonstrate “-and you'd probably cum, wouldn't you?”

You didn't dignify him with an answer, only trying to focus on the faint touch of his fingers. He was barely touching you, practically hovering over you with his finger but you were still breathing erratically, focusing on his touch.

“You really are desperate,” Aegon chuckled, the gravelly sound tickling your ear. It spread across you, crawling from your neck and over your body as it seemed to deepen the heat swirling in your stomach from his depraved touch. “I'm barely touching you, darling. Need me that bad?”

“Yes,” you let out in choked sob, nodding your head feverishly at him. “Please, Egg. I'll do anything.”

“Oh I know.”

You moaned when his fingers pressed against you a bit more, finding yourself leaking even more at the sensation.

“Really?” He was mocking you, enjoying the way he didn't have to do anything to have you like this.

You didn't even care as you closed your eyes, furrowing your brows as you concentrated. A week without him and the simplest of touches were all you needed to bring you to the edge, you were sure of it. You could feel it so close as your stomach tensed, whole body fixated on the sensation of that one finger.

Until he pulled it away without a word, leaving you to become frantic as you opened your eye, whimpering at the loss of contact.

“Aeg-”

“You were about to cum.”

Tears stung your eyes as you gave him the barest of nods.

“Did I say you could cum?”

“No,” you croaked out, lips trembling.

His face softened at this, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly. You could feel your juices on the tips of his fingers, barely able to focus on the way his thumb wiped away your tears.

“I need you, please,” you pleaded with him.

“You don't think I need you?” He questioned, eyes darkening as he narrowed them at you. “You don't think it's taking every part of me to stop myself from burying myself deep into this cunt, huh?”

“Why don't you?”

“Because I can't just let a brat like you get your way when you’ve misbehaved,” Aegon told you, fingers pinching your cheeks. “That wouldn't get the message across.”

You huffed, throwing your head back in the seat as you allowed Aegon to continue with his punishment.

That he did, hand dropping back down to that sopping cunt of yours, finally doing more than just teasing your clit.

You gasped when he pushed two fingers inside of you, walls clenching around the familiar thick fingers as he began to pump them in and out. Your slim fingers couldn't compete with his, unable to reach the depths that Aegon could as he slid them deep within you.

“This pussy missed me,” Aegon hummed. “Barely wanting to let me go.”

You let out a harsh moan as he curled his finger inside of you, touching that sweet spot that had your nails digging into the leather interior of his car as you tried to grip onto reality. He repeated the action again, and again, and again, until you both knew you were slipping close to that edge again, cunt almost swallowing him whole.

But he stopped once more with a cynical laugh, smiling wickedly down at your wet cheeks covered in tears.

“You're so pathetic like this,” he told you, bringing his slick covered fingers to his lips. He was sloppy as he sucked on them, groaning at the taste. He was greedy as he dragged his fingers again bringing another wad of your juices to his lips to taste you again.

“Please.”

He knew you were asking and he shook his head. “Me and you both know I'll lose all semblance of control if I end up down there.”

“Anything then, please. Just let me cum.”

His eyes closed for a second, gritting down on his teeth as he tried to gain some semblance of control again.

You opened your lips to speak, only to stop yourself as his fingers reached down to your cunt again. There was no patience in his movements now, only pure desire as every part of his resolve crumbled.

“You want to cum, do you?” He hissed, using his free hand to grab your jaw, turning your gaze to face him. “You'll cum, I'll make sure of that.”

“Please,” you repeated frantically.

His fingers thrusted themself in and out of you while this thumb stimulated your clit, driving you to see stars as your eyes rolled back. Your toes curled and your stomach tightened with knots that you were unable to contain.

“Aegon,” you moaned, hips sinking down onto him for more friction.

“Keep on begging me like that,” he told you, tone devoid of humour as his tongue swiped at the skin of your neck. “Soon enough, I promise, I'll have you begging me to stop.”

Your walls squeezed him at the thought, wide eyes staring at him.

“Like the sound of that.” He pushed fingers in harder, becoming rougher with his touch. “Can't wait for me to fill you up?”

The pleasure consumed you, your mouth hanging open with a string of meals and whimpers falling from it. Your wet eyes were barely able to meet his, completely hazy as you tried.

Aegon placed an open mouth kiss to your lips, still toying with your cunt as he watched you come down from your high.

You struggled to open your eyes, fighting with the last bits of your orgasm as his fingers slipped out from you.

But there was a hand around your chin, snapping your attention back to him as he growled in your ear, “I'm not done with you yet.”

He kept his promise and before you knew it he was bullying his cock deep inside of you, snapping his hips up to meet yours. You were crying loudly at the sensation, feeling sore after having him inside of you for so long, desperate now for him to be finished with you. But you were sure he hadn't got his fill yet, even after spilling into you two times, his cum spilling out of you and dripping around his cock.

“Too much for you? He teased, sweat coating his bare skin. “This is what you asked for, isn't it?” His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass cheeks, yanking you down to meet his hips. “You’re going to take every single bit of it. You understand?”

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x reader #dark fic #hotd fanfic #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #dark!aegon x reader #aegon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon targaryen ii x you #aegon ii fic

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Canon and logic be dammed.

I just like the idea of Uta hearing Buggy making his own town (just as the Cross Guild was forming) and as soon she finished her tour, she headed straight to Karai Bari to spend some quality time with Momma Buggy.

Like picture if you will, Buuge's getting the usual treatment in a Cross Guild 'meeting', and a shy knock comes in. A lowly follow tasked to say that there's a visitor requesting the Chairman.

'Who?' A certain lizard and bird ask, 'a by the name of Miss Uta.'

And suddenly Buggy just pops up from the floor, miraculously healed, a sparkly (dare I say, flashy) look in his eyes, "Uta?? Red and white hair? Bunny loops, prettiest purple eyes???"

As soon as the subordinate nodded, Buggy was out the door! Practically flying to the docks.

Crocodile and Mihawk got up and followed the path (grumbling all the way, cuz who the hell is this? Taking away their clowns' attention and making him this damn happy??) Cut to see Buggy swinging the young lady around, elated to have her in his arms. All the while she hugging the stuffing out of the clown and giving him cheek kisses.

'Just who in the hell is this? And who does this little-'

"Momma!" The girl shouted with joy. "I missed you so much!!"

...... huh???

"I missed you too, sweetie!" Buggy grinned ear to ear as he nuzzled his nose atop Uta's head. And he just started to babble about all the things a mother would say

'What are you doing here?/ Have you been eating well?/ look at you! So flashy and cute! Was the trip over here okay? No troubles?' etc.

All of which just turned to white noise to Crocodile and Mihawk as they watched from the sides, both clearly surprised.

And then they picked up the talk from the people around them;

'Is that the famous Uta? Why is she here?'

'Wasn't she supposed to be on a concert tour?'

'Did the captain called her Bunny?'

'Forget that, did she just called Mister Buggy, Mommy??'

I just want Crocodile and Mihawk just shocked to hear that Buggy had a child and find it funny that she's more successful and competent than her 'mother's.

And maybe a bit jealous that Buggy spends 100% of his attention to her all day (the entire trip even).

THIS IS SO CUTE I'M SOBBING-- Uta and Buggy are so so so so sweet together. They make me go insane.

Nobody has ever seen Buggy so... Happy... And optimistic.... And genuinely caring and loving somebody this much. Like it's surprising how much Buggy changes around Uta. That's his little girl!!! Seriously. Buggy calls her his little girl, his little Bunny or whatever and she's all like "I'm older now!!! Stop saying that!!!" and he just hears a sweet little voice because that's still his little girl no matter what.

I want her to stay with them for a while and she is of course so polite and sweet to Crocodile and Mihawk because she is a star and knows how to handle social situations. But damn, she is scary when she sort of threatens them to never hurt her mom ever again. They won't listen to her but at least they won't do anything while she's here because... There's nothing scarier than a teenage idol.

They have girl nights together with Alvida, too!!! And nobody is ever allowed to mention Shanks because if they do, Uta ends up getting incredibly mad or having a breakdown and nobody needs a mentally unstable teenage girl with daddy issues to be angry. Buggy manages to calm her down every time, somehow, it's incredible.

Buggy does her hair and she sings for all of them! They make this huge party to celebrate she is here and I just know a lot of them are her fans, so she would have such a great time too!!! Buuut at the end of the day it's always just Buggy and her and Uta singing lullabies for both of them only under a starry night. I am. So not normal about them. I am not okay.

I don't want to make this about Shanks but they have to have a conversation like:

Buggy: Do you miss him? Uta: No! How could I??!?! I hate him. Buggy: You know, it is okay to miss you father- Uta: He's not-- Not anymore. Buggy: Whatever you say, kid. Uta: Besides, I like you better. Buggy: Pffft. Of course you do! Thought I-- Thought I was your mom, though? Uta: You can be both. As far as I know, both titles are free if you want them. Buggy: As if somebody other than me could match your flashiness, Bunny.

But!!!!! Crocodile and Mihawk??? Jealous of Uta???? Because Buggy spends all of the time with her??? That is amazing. And I also like to think Buggy becomes more competent and bossy when he's with Uta because if there's something scarier than a teenage idol is her parent. And Buggy would do anything for her. So he's extremely protective and also even a better leader now that he has to take care of her. While Mihawk and Crocodile are all like "????? Why the fuck did he not act like this before" and also "Why the fuck has he not talked to us all week ???". Because as long as Uta is near, Buggy doesn't fear them and he doesn't need to talk to them every day. And that bothers them soooooo much.

It'd be funny to see Uta getting along with Mihawk and Crocodile in the end. You all know (because I've talked about it) I just love Uta actually joining them and being the diva of the group. She's extremely protected and loved there!! Also please, add Perona there too because they're,,, Girlfriends,,, And they should meet,,, And be Cross Guild's princesses together,,,

#buggy parenting uta is my favorite thing ever #shanks is crying in the background right now #i actually feel bad for him every time i write these things please imagine he ends up being able to be a part of uta's life again #shuggy x cross guild canon spoiling perouta #that is one of my fav dynamics ever #mafia bosses and their princesses #one piece #buggy the clown #uta one piece #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #cross guild #perouta #i barely talk abt them but i want to find this in my blog later qkefbnwejkbf

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astroyongie · 7 hours

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My Opinion On The Mercury Signs and Placements

Note: this is just my opinion! hope you guys find it intersting <3 I might do a Venus and mars version as well and perhaps a moon hihi

Aries Mercury: They are actually super funny and they have such low pitched yet they speak loudly! like one can hear them from a mile away. They are loud and super sociable. Not the smartness but they can put up a fight. They can be quite arrogant tho, some aries have a thing for being dicks and super aggressive when they are upset.

Taurus Mercury: They talk slowly, almost like they are just tired of life in general. This placement has a beautiful voice but they are too lazy to put it into practice. People with this placement are sensual when they talk without even noticing. but they are also so stubborn that having arguments with them is impossible. also they seem to be smart but they lack common sense.

Gemini Mercury: Everyone knows that they are loud, they are sociable, they are freaking smart because they have so many interests in life that you can speak with them about pretty much anything. also they pull the most smart stuff out of nowhere. they have some issues with lying though, they often attempt to lie and they twist stuff a lot. Also they can be so noisy that it rubs people the wrong way.

Cancer Mercury: They are the kings of manipulation, but like without lying? because they suck at lying, they always leave out clues when they lie so unless you are not very smart, you can't get it straight. cancer’s are also super sensitive and people with this placement are always exaggerating and pessimist. some people might get annoyed by them. but they are the best to seek comfort

Leo Mercury: the kings of the party, people with these placement have a way to talk that always gets everyone’s attention. They are eloquent and they are so dramatic that listening to them is like listening to story times on tiktok. they can be quite narcissistic tho and the conversation often revolves around them

Virgo Mercury: they are smart as hell, and they are so conscious of their environment and of the people they are with. they always take everything into consideration before they open their mouth. quite anxious as well. but virgos tend to be super judgemental over the smallest things.

Libra Mercury: They are so flirty and they don't even notice it. like the way they talk, they laugh, they are just so seductive? Maybe their brain doesn't have much in it, but they sure know how to keep someone interested. can’t make decisions so dont ask them stuff also don't trust them with big secrets since they are quite self serving

Scorpio Mercury: people melt when they open their mouth, their low voice is so sensual and people get attracted to them so easily. yet some people can be intimidated by them because their communication is so eye rolling or deep smiling like. Some people are scared. They keep secrets the best tho and they make you feel like you can trust them. they will ruin your reputation tho

Sagittarius Mercury: they never shut up and they can be so annoying because why do they need to always find arguments on everything and anything? They also want to be right 28904% of the time. but they are also the most friendly people ever and they can make everyone feel comfortable around them.

Capricorn Mercury: They aren’t talkative, people usually see them as being timid and shy or quiet reserved. but the truth is when you learn about them, they are so smart and they are able to teach you things. they have that timber that makes them look like they are snobby but they are nice in the deep.

Aquarius Mercury: I honestly can’t understand them, because they are the most random people. like they are so damn smart but sometimes they seem so damn stupid? they are unpredictable, the type that goes from talking to screaming in less than one second. the one that explains to you the theory of gravity and then asks if the chickens lay eggs. They can’t keep secrets.

Pisces Mercury: this placement is so funny because they lie so easily and the worst is that they believe their own lies, their own creations so everyone will believe it as well. you never know with them, you can never tell when they are serious or when they aren't. despite that escapism they have, they are also super empathetic and the best to have deep non judgemental conversions with.

Mercury in the 1st House: They can have the bad habit of always talking about themselves or like i often noticed that they bring themes and conversations back to themselves and their self interests. However they don't do it on purpose, they are just built like that. Also no one talks about the fact that they are incredibly smart.

Mercury in the 2nd House: The way their brains work is super effective. They are the type of people to always put their values first and they have such strong morals as well. This placement also favors the interactions when they need something. They know how to use their talking skills to get what they want. They have a fancy way of talking as well, very eloquent.

Mercury in the 3rd House: probably the best placement to have your mercury on since it's on its ruler house. Also people with this are another type of smart, they can outrange people and often that puts so much pressure on them that they start to doubt themselves.

Mercury in the 4th House: They have quite some trauma. This placement is neither good or bad, people with this mercury are often not listened to, often not taken seriously and often forgotten when they are in a group. That is because they are more of the observant type of people than the one that makes decisions. some people might think they are dumb

Mercury in the 5th House: the placement of the clowns because they are effortlessly funny, they are so damn creative, their voice is like honey dripping into one’s ears and everyone is obsessed with having them as friends for some reason. They are super fun, and they have got some rizz on them as well. They can flirt and they will do it so well.

Mercury in the 6th House: Some people can find them annoying because they are very upright, in my opinion they also lack funny. like they aren't especially hilarious, but they are such the right person when you need someone to lean on and to talk to. because they understand and they provide critical constructivism. They are super smart as well, like really smart.

Mercury in the 7th House: They can be a little annoying because they are the type to always talk about their crushes, about their family and their love life in general. They are people who seek comfort and attention in others due to their lower self esteem. Yet they give so much good advice and they have such a talent and emotional intelligence when it comes to children and the underdog.

Mercury in the 8th House: They have a perception of the world that is just so different from ours. They are able to go deep. like they have a brian of someone who smoked weed all their life and traveled through miles away. They are so flirty without even noticing, like the way they talk can make anyone get on their knees for them. They have the art of manipulation and gaslighting

Mercury in the 9th House: Many people with this placement can easily learn languages and they can easily speak several tongues and even understand some without speaking those. They are smart, they are always searching for more as their brain is always active and always seeking for more to be fed on. They have such a philosophy, the type of people you can talk with about everything and never get bored.

Mercury in the 10th House: They are super careful with the way they speak (they are quite fancy and eloquent, their vocabulary is very high in my opinion). they are the type of person that values their reputation and because of that they aren't comfortable with words or with talking with people outside their work or outside their goals. they probably feel very lonely as well.

Mercury in the 11th House: They are unbearable because THEY NEVER SHUT UP! They are super sociable, they are always talking and they are always pulling things out of their butt. Also they have quite a dark humor to them, but they aren't ashamed of it. People with this placement are also super skilled in figuring out lies and people just by looking at them

Mercury in the 12th House: They are very reserved, they don't speak much, they are the type to be very shy and quiet. I also noticed that this placement are people who are just so deep and emotional, like they often can say things that will shake your core. They believe in the spiritual world and they always try to prove it through A and B. Also they are quite some fantastic liars.

#astrology #astrology readings #astrology facts #astro observations #astrology transits #astrology observations #astrology community #mercury

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Return to Ravenbrooks:

Biography

Entry 4

Name: Ivan Torre

Date of Birth: 1997

Gender: M

Current Address: 910 Friendly Court

Height: 5'10

Hair color: Red

Eye color: Brown

Key features:Square glasses, "handcut" hair, rubber gloves

Role: Gadgeteer

Abilities: Intelligence, inventing, flexible

Occupation: Engineer

Status: Fair

Biography:

It's hard having such a strong interest in the weird. You try and fit it into every conversation because you just need to share it with someone else. That's how I was about amusement park rides.

Not in the normal way kids talk about rides, about how scary they are, or the fun in riding them, I liked picking them apart. How did each bend play into the ride's movement? What kind of track did they use? How did it operate? Were there any animatronics? What kind? What were the backup plans in case of failure?

Asking those kinds of questions doesn't make you a lot of friends in elementary school though. Even when you try and design your own rides with their racecar tracks and legos.

Adults didn't get it either. Why couldn't I have normal interests? Why don't you go play with the other kids instead of bugging me?

As I searched for new rides to dissect, I quickly decided if anyone in the world would get my interests would be the same man adding to the list with every new piece he crafted. Theodore Peterson, the engineer known around the world, an engineer raised from our very town.

I was obsessed. I had posters of his rides on my walls that I'd likely never get the chance to actually ride, I tried to imagine how he made his blueprints, and how he thought of his plans. By all accounts, I wanted to be Theodore Peterson. I'd tape paper mustaches to my face at school and copy his posture. It didn't help how little I fit in with others, if anything it made it worse, even my parents raised an eyebrow to my behavior. But I didn't care. He understood me. I knew it. And when I learned he'd be returning to Ravenbrooks to build an incredible amusement park for us? I practically fainted.

I remember getting home that night. I was still shaking. I was freezing from whatever that gunk was we'd hidden in. I needed a bath, and to scrub my tongue raw. But I couldn't yet, I was too angry. Even covered in god knows what and slightly singed from what I can only imagine was meant to be a lethal amount of electricity I barely avoided, I grabbed at my walls and tore.

I felt so betrayed. Sure most of the town had gained a slight hatred for Mr. Peterson after Lucy Yi died, but I defended him. I believed it was just a tragic accident. There's no way a person could really be so awful right?

Sure the first time I met him wasn't perfect, he was weirder in person in a way that had seemed almost scary. But- that's just because I was younger, right? A lot of adults seem scary when you're little.

Every excuse I could think of was spent on this man, so desperately clinging, even this morning to the idea that he couldn't really be evil. He couldn't have kidnapped Nicky, not my hero, not the man who built a roller coaster into his house.

My vision went blurry with tears. How could he do this? How could he be such a monster? How could I have fallen for his facade?

And what did such an imaginative man do to my friend?

#hello neighbor return to ravenbrooks #return to ravenbrooks #hello neighbor #hello neighbor au #rtrb #hnas #welcome to ravenbrooks #ivan torre #ivan hello neighbor

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Yan!Joe Goldberg one shot

Hi guys welcome back to my channel

i recently watched You, the hit netflix series and got inspired to write whatever the fuck this is. So I hope you enjoy ittttttt (i'm losing my mind :3) sorry that it isn't platonic/familial but i just needed to write something, and here it is :33

"Joe, what the fuck is happening."

Given the situation, you were pretty calm for the most part. You weren't hysterically crying, banging on the clear walls begging him to let you out. Unlike Beck or all the other victims he had in your position. Maybe you were different.

Joe. Joe fucking Goldberg. You knew there was something off about him, since he moved into the apartment next to you. You were internally panicking, any sane person could see this hurtling at them from a mile away.

You were glaring daggers at the man as he walked around, his demeanor was one of pity. Pity. That was laughable. You wanted to fucking murder him, how dare he act like that when he was the one caging you.

"Joe you fucking creep!" Alright there it is, the first step when it came to people who were kidnapped. Panic.

He saw as you went up against the clear wall and start banging on it, you were scared. Terrified even, but you shouldn't be because he was doing this to protect you.

"Please-" You took a breath to calm yourself, you could feel yourself about to break down but you didn't want to seem weak. But your trembling lips, your shaky breath were an obvious giveaway.

"Please Joe, I swear I won't tell anyone." You shook your head, tearing up. "I-I don't know what I did and I'm sorry-"

"No- no, no, no you're not in trouble, I would never hurt you."

"Then let me go, Joe please!" You plead, your throat is raw from crying and yelling. This brought back memories from when Beck was in the same position as you were, the same hysteria and the same panic.

The tears, the screaming. It was all the same. You were gonna calm down. Hopefully you won't try and do what Beck did. His feeble attempts of trying to calm you down from outside of the cage he had placed you in did little to nothing.

"I'm sorry, Y/n I-I just did what I thought was right."

"This. This isn't- Right Joe please, please." You slid down and sat on the ground. This was a new low. Joe looked at you as you cried, plead with him to let you out. He crouched down as well, watching as you start to break down.

"You were suffering. I saved you, can't you see? I am keeping you safe, you don't have to worry about anything anymore."

"I never needed saving! I was fine- fuck..." You turned around, leaning your back against the wall. Looking up at the ceiling, you regretted ever bumping into this man.

It was a play by play of Beck. Your claims of not needing a saviour was synonymous to hers, but another similarity you had with her was that you did need his help. After observing you and how you lived you were practically begging for his help.

Your suffering hurt him as well. You needed his help and he was happy to provide it. But you caught on after a while. You started to seperate yourself from him, you avoided him

Avoid him? How could you? After all he's done for you? The people he has murdered to save you, to make you happier. It couldn't happen. There was no way he could just let you go, No. He needed you to stay alive.

He needed you.

this show grabbed me by the neck and pulled me from the depths of my writing slump, ik all of my content is surrounded around anime content but I hope yall could entertain something like this

also, one of the only romantic content that I have ever written (well, romantic-ish) so yay, we're evolving.

I won't stop writing platonic content but it's just getting harder to do so, not sure why don't ask im tweaking.

#yandere #technically joe is a yandere already #i'm just writing a oneshot of him ig #dark fic #joe goldberg #joe goldberg x reader #oneshot

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Hi! I love your Silver Bullets girls, and Carrie x Douglass has a special place in my heart (even more since your last writing with them). So, for them I'd like to ask 35. (kissing their bruises and scars) from the Touch prompt list or 5. (the last thing they're thinking about before falling asleep is always the other) from the Subtle love list. 💗

HI FRIEND!!!! thank you so much for sending this and i am so so glad carrie and dougie have meant a lot, alongside the Silver Bullets girls (it seriously means SO MUCH and i always say it but its true!!!) THANK YOU FOR THE OPTIONS TOO!!!! i couldn't help myself and went with the second prompt (5) and decided to focus on some of their earlier meetings with one another and how they've developed into the people today. let's just say, i had a lot of fun! thank you SO MUCH!!!!! :D this was so much fun! <3 (and sorry for the wait for this....the semester was its usual chaos haha!)

greenland

(a/n): safe to say, for my carrie x dougie enjoyers, this was FUN to write. we get a bit into life before the annie bradshaw era of silver bullets! WITH captain birdie faulkner. BUT, because i am a sucker for someone who haunts the narrative and is simply talked about, we don't actually meet birdie here, just hear about her as a leader and all (a running theme!). we also get a bit into the storyline of what dougie means when he said he wanted to ask carrie to 'dance in greenland in THIS PIECE. and also carrie's dislike for greenland lmfao. please enjoy!!! <3

Greenland was anything but green, it seemed.

Maybe that's why the Vikings called it that - to freak the living fuck out of any sort of enemy that was bound to come this way and make them mistake what was actually a stupid ice block for well - 'green land'.

The landing had been less that superb and Captain Faulkner had dismissed them all to the bar to the left of the tarmac for the rest of the evening off.

Birdie Faulkner was everything, including a realist, and she seemed to understand that the rather harrowing conditions of their landing was something that required at least a drink or two before bedding down for the night.

With a half-finished beer, Carrie was sure that she could've fallen asleep in that very chair for the time being, but she had to present herself a best she could. With the newest B-17 group collected, Silver Bullets was formulated and crafted by that oh-so-brilliant mind of Birdie Faulkner, and they all had her to thank. And Carrie had to look a bit more put-together than usual - prove she's not just a wash-out bombardier with lackluster experience. That she deserved the spot in Silver Bullets more than anyone else.

"So?" a voice came from her right, settling into the other plush, leather seat at her side, the smiling face of Bessie Carlisle appearing as she popped open her own beer bottle, "Greenland, huh?" Carrie smirked and rolled her shoulders and glanced around.

"It's cozy, really," Carrie offered, "I'm considering taking a swim in the river, suntanning-"

"Okay, smart ass," Bessie said with a chuckle, her boot nudging her own foot, "can't say I'm complaining. Finally out of those training cycles, working towards the war. Maybe, we'll actually put ourselves to use instead of waiting just to go on a practice run." Carrie watched Bessie and then smiled widely.

"Love it so much that I may tell my future husband that 'Hey, we're moving to Greenland!', pack up the truck, babe, forget Brooklyn, home is where the grass is a solid as a fucking rock," Carrie said, sipping her beer, "not to mention the weather. I love to freeze."

"Someone's happy." a new voice chimed in, as Francis settled into a chair opposite them, sucking down a portion of her beer and grinning, "I've never seen you so enthusiastic about something." Carrie deadpanned.

"I'm really jumping for joy over here, Monty." Carrie told Francis, raising her glass of beer up in mock ceremony, "You know me so well." Francis and Bessie burst out into laughter as Carrie leaned back in her chair with a sigh and looked towards the ceiling.

"When the hell are we going to England?" Carrie asked, counting the flecks of rotting wood in the wooden ceiling, her eyes tracing the pieces that stuck out of the ceiling panels before losing her spot and recounting, "If I could just get another beer started, I'd be ready by tonight to head out. No pit-stops for me, I'm just fine with a beer stop and then jetting off to England and calling it a day."

"I wish I had the same energy towards that, Bergie, I really do," Bessie said, "afraid to say I'd ask for a few hours of sleep thought over that."

"Sleeps overrated half the time!" Carrie admonished still staring up at the ceiling, "How you gonna get a thing done when sleep's-"

"Exactly what you need." Carrie blinked a few times and into focus above her head came James Douglass - fellow bombardier, with whom Bessie had introduced on one of Carrie's first days after her transfer on base.

Carrie remembered first time seeing him coming towards them, with that carpet on his face he called a mustache, a sharp smirk, a rather loud, somewhat obnoxious voice, a quick hand-shaking, before he was wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pointing out to various areas along the base like they'd been friends for years - something that had caught her completely off guard. And ever since then, with their few chance meetings, they'd been nothing but a trifle of teasing jabs and somewhat good-natured fun.

Key word: somewhat.

Because she could never actually read James Douglass unlike Benny DeMarco or Hambone Hamilton who were just about as sweet to her as her grandma's hotcakes. He'd see her and beeline, make a few jokes, flirt shamelessly, and then go dance with the next girl who'd take his hand. He was quite the character and Carrie usually didn't engage in much conversation past when he'd come to seek her out.

Except now, he was hung above her like a hyperactive golden retriever, like the dog, Kering, that had lived down the street from the Achterberg's in Brooklyn all her life. Running out of the Wilkes house anytime the door opened, barking and sniffing and tearing around the neighborhood like a lunatic. Yeah, Kering the golden retriever who looked like he was a lunatic reminded her exactly of James Douglass.

Nice to know home was never far.

"What are you trying to say, huh?" Carrie asked, still slouching in the chair and staring up at him hovering over her. Douglass grinned at her, showing off his pearly whites and that charming look on his face and he let out a chuckle.

"You know, a little sleep never hurt a soul. Only reason we're even alive," Douglass said, reaching forward to rub her shoulder, "makes the brain happy or some shit. Makes people less….cranky."

"You calling me cranky, now?"

"Cranky. Now that's just one of many words-"

"Oh, you little-"

"Alright!" Bessie said standing and shoving Douglass pack from where he currently was occupying Carrie's headspace, "Nice to know some things never change." Carrie glanced at her as she sat up and Bessie raised a brow with a smirk.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Douglass said from behind Carrie, before he moved around her chair and took the other open seat in the grouping of four, and kicking back to relax. Carrie watched Bessie before looking at Francis, who was rather interested in her cup of beer, before glancing at Douglass, who was already looking at her.

"What?" she murmured, before he made a face and she rolled her eyes.

"How was the flight over, Douglass? Invigorating?" Bessie asked Douglass, with a smile - leave it to Bessie to be sweet as cream on any given occasion.

"You woulda thought Greenland would be, well, fucking green-"

"That's what I said!" Carrie butted in, getting looks from the other three, before settling on Douglass who was watching her, with a mixture of interest and annoyance, but she couldn't seem to decipher the two and sank back in her chair, "Greenland's cold as fuck, not some East Coast paradise I'll give ya that." She heard Douglass chuckle at that as Carrie took in more sips of beer.

"With the way we were flying in, I wasn't even sure we were gonna make it at first, I'll tell you that," Douglass said, "you sit in that nose and you swear to God that you'll smash right into the tarmac. Good ole Ev Blakely don't let that sorta stuff happen though."

"Yeah, a real crap shoot." Carrie muttered, "Thought Birdie was gonna bring us in sideways." Douglass raised a brow as he sipped his beer.

"Guess you can say they lied about the fucking weather, too," Douglass offered, "really nice place here. Could barely move my fingers and toes when I actually stood up fully." Bessie let out a chuckle and started sipping her beer again as Carrie narrowed her eyes at her.

"Hey, they're putting on some music to dance, y'all wanna come?" Judy Rybinski's joyfully said as she appeared behind Francis, "C'mon Bessie, I know that look anywhere, you wanna!"

"You know me too well, Jude," Bessie said, getting to her feet and finishing off her beer.

"I'm coming with! No shot I'm missing a chance at good music and good company." Francis said getting to her feet, "The company part may be a stretch-"

"Oh c'mon!" Judy said, taking Francis' hand before looking at Carrie and Douglass unmoved in their chairs, "You two coming?"

"I'm going to continue working on these beers, Jude, but I appreciate it," Carrie said, "Greenland's officially fucked me up." Judy let out a chuckle.

"You enjoy that then, Bergie," Judy said before looking at Douglass, "Dougie?" Carrie glanced sideways at Douglass who sat quietly, before glancing over at Carrie and then Judy again.

"Maybe next time," he said with a nod, "I promise you a dance, got it?"

"Sounds good! Don't have too much fun!" Judy called before she disappeared and some Artie Shaw began playing over the speakers.

"Good to know we have one thing in common, Bergie." Carrie slowly looked over at Douglass, that annoying nickname rolling off his lips like it had before, "We both hate Greenland." And he grinned at her and couldn't help but smirk back.

"First off, don't call me that. Second, you might be right about that," Carrie said, sipping her beer again, "you know that it's called Greenland because of the Vikings?" Douglass let out a chuckle and shook his head.

"Nah, you're fucking with me," he said, "the Vikings? The guys with the horns on their heads?"

"I'm not kidding," Carrie said sitting up and fully meeting his gaze for the first time since he had hung overtop her, "I swear to you, they did it. Tricking their enemies. For the sake of how much can they fuck a person in the head." Douglass watched her for a moment, before letting out a laugh and sipping his beer again, before smirking.

"Maybe they were just being smart," Douglass countered, "before they knew that it was just one sheet of ice for miles on end. Then they realized what a shitty name Greenland was." Carrie stared at him for a moment, before smiling slightly, unable to hold back her grin.

"You really know how to get under my skin, don't ya?"

"Guess you could say I know what makes you tick."

"Oh so now you suddenly know everything about me, huh?" Carrie said, leaning over to give his shoulder a playful shove, "Well, go on, what's my favorite color?" She watched him and noticed him glance at her lips - surprisingly - before moving back to her eyes.

"I don't know….blue probably." Carrie watched him and stilled for a moment.

"Uh….yeah, actually." she said quickly, and forced down the way her cheeks flamed (and for what she didn't know), "Alright, well, where do I come from?"

"Brooklyn." Douglass said, laughing at the look on her face, "Look, sweetheart, that New York accent ain't just a voice with Southern twang. I know if I was walking down the streets, and I heard your voice, it'd be you."

"God, what the hell." murmured Carrie as Douglass chuckled, "You won't get this - school subject." Douglass looked at her and then smirked before leaning forward.

"Something with math, right?" he asked her confidently, "You don't just get interested in this sorta shit without having some interest there." Carrie watched him and tilted her head.

"Are you mind-fucking me or something?" she asked him, "How the hell-"

"Just good at reading people I guess." Douglass said with a smirk, "Contrary to popular belief, Bergie, I usually know what I'm talking about. There's a reason I'm a bombardier and not just some journalist or something." She watched him and licked her lips.

"Is that why you joined?" she asked him, "The Air Force? Flying in B-17s?" Douglass glanced at her and nodded.

"Had to join the fight somehow, couldn't just sit back and let the fucking Nazis think they could walk all over us," Douglass said, finishing his beer, "that sorta stuff just don't fly around here. Well, except us. We fly." The two burst out into laughter, before they both died down and looked to one another. For a moment, they were quiet regarding one another with somewhat hesitant gazes as Carrie finished off her beer.

"Well, I'm gonna head-"

"Did you wanna-"

They both watched each other, before breaking out into laughter and righting themselves.

"You go." Douglass said.

"I was gonna head out. Get some rest. Pretty tired." she said quickly, her heart racing as she smiled at him with a nod, "You?" Douglass stared at her and for the first time, she saw the sudden shyness in his gaze as he glanced away from her and then back.

"Just…was gonna get another drink, but you head out, get some rest," he said, before smirking at her, "you need it."

"Oh, you asshole." grumbled Carrie knocking his shoulder before standing to her feet, Douglass following suit. The stood there for a moment, looking at one another - usually, if this were a Silver Bullets girl, she'd give them a hug, but with Douglass, she felt frozen in place. She stuck out her hand instead, to shake, and he shook her hand, and she felt more awkward than ever before, as she shook back. His handshake was firm though, and confident and suddenly made her feel like some 16-year-old girl in high school and balked.

"Well, I'll see you around." she said, stumbling back a bit, "Night!" And she disappeared quickly - like she always did. She found the barracks, promptly settled into bed, and then stared at the ceiling, counting the dried pieces of wood hanging from the panels again.

And she replayed the look in James Douglass' eyes - over and over.

And for the first time in years, all she could think about was James Douglass' eyes that had watched her like that, as she tried to fall asleep.

To say the least, it was the best sleep in months.

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Do you got some angsty headcanons for Elias? Elias and anyone else?

Apologies that this took actual weeks to get to, but we're so fucking back (this is also an answer for @dustmint who asked the same >:3)

Okay, starting off, (I think I may have mentioned it before but who knows,) Elias is lowkey a workaholic, for many different reasons tho!!

First of all, out the gate he has that work ethic that Lanyon Sr. tried to encourage Robert to have. Elias has to keep himself busy somehow, so why not get things done? Like previously stated, he has more of an affinity for all the doctory stuff Lanyon learned, so he tends to play doctor for the society. Otherwise, he also helps Jekyll with paperwork, no matter how boring, because the light thanks he gets at the end makes it worth it.

Secondly, and back onto the keeping busy part, Elias is restless af. Being more emotional and such, he's very prone to over thinking and spiraling over things- thinking he's not enough, or that people hate him, etc.- and gets overwhelmed by his thoughts quite easily (think like Hyde in Shatter me!, when he's getting chased and such, his thoughts becoming more base and fearful.), he's generally able to hide it though. When he's around Jekyll/Hyde these thoughts tend to go away, and when he's actively working or being praised/complimented for his work, they also tend to calm. So, when Jekyll/Hyde are unavailable and Lanyon let's him take over (usually after much nagging, bribery, or pleading) he buries himself in work. Whether that be medical research, paperwork, cleaning, or anything else he can do to keep occupied, he doesn't really care.

Because of this excessive emotional instability and restlessness, Lanyon tends to snap at him a LOT when they're alone together, Especially because Elias avoids going into the subconscious as much as possible. Being outside with only the presence of his other half? Overwhelming and usually not great, but being completely alone and numb in the subconscious? 100x worse to him. After the first time Lanyon finally bullied Elias into the subconscious, he came back a couple hours later near hysterical. after that debacle, Lanyon just decided that Elias bugging him and floating around with minimal breakdowns and complaining was better than having to deal with that again.

Also, Elias is absolutely obsessed with Jekyll and Hyde. Practically codependent, he's like a puppy. He yearns to be around either of them at basically all times, and when he isn't he, of course, becomes super restless and lowkey depressed. Also, the thoughts that tend to mess him up the most are ones related to them, like Jekyll or Hyde actually hating him, or thoughts of something horrible happening to them, like getting caught or hurt, or even killed.

There are times though where he's able to sit and think without absolutely spiraling though. Usually when he feels this sort of emotional content, he'll go to a park and climb up and sit in the trees (usually at night, to watch the sky). These tend to be the nights where Lanyon and Elias have more of their heart to hearts, since Elias is more mellow and less likely to get emotional. Also, any trinkets or gifts from Jekyll/Hyde tend to soothe him a decent bit, as well as wearing or cuddling up with any stolen clothes.

Those heart to hearts don't tend to help with their constant disdain for each other though. Elias wants to constantly be in control and occupied and around Jekyll/Hyde. Lanyon, of course, also wants to be in control, because he does NOT like having that control stripped from him, especially when he's forced to watch his other half live the life that HE wants. They tend to fight for control a lot, and quite quickly have accidentally done half transformations multiple times ( I actually have a fic idea for this teehee :3). Otherwise, like previously stated, Lanyon is VERY jealous of Elias, for many reasons-- His work ethic and the praise he gets, how forward he is with Jekyll, how much more people seem to enjoy his company than Lanyon's, things like that.

Quick thing for Jekyll and Hyde too! Jekyll tends to get a bit self conscious when Elias gets touchy, mainly because he's half convinced that no part of Lanyon really loves him and that he's just gonna get used and heart broken again, despite how utterly romantic Elias acts (which Jekyll still tends to absolutely eat up). Hyde doesn't have such qualms, he absolutely thrives on all the physical contact and kissing and such. The romanticism tends to throw him off though, makes him super flustered and kinda makes him shut down a bit.

Okay! That's all I've really got for now. Once again, sorry this took so long 💀 if there's anything more specific or questions about how he would react to specific situations perhaps, feel free to send an ask, my inbox is always open, even if it takes a minute for me to get to it 💀

#answered asks #oc: elias wright #tgs #jekyll and hyde #lanyon takes the potion au #robert lanyon #my ramblings

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