#funk yeah colors

[ihavethemangoes]

more bird for tumblr. honestly I thought I was gonna ruin this one because my prof was like ‘you’re using gouache why don’t you use more tube paint’ and I was like yeah fuck it and also opacity is terrifying to my watercolors using ass.

[pixelatedraindrops]

A doodle I did of Makoto based on this prompt

Wanted to try a different coloring style

[zorosangell]

I AM BEGGING YOU FOR PART THREE OF NURSE AND NIGHTGOWN PLEASE OMGG !! I LOVED IT SO MUCH

⛥ﾟ・。 rum

synopsis: part three of nurse, part two of nightgown -- nami notices zoro's recent, odd behavior and decides to drag him out to a bar in order to confront him. little does she know his funk is due to the absence of a certain someone... and little does he know that certain someone is right under his nose.

cw: part 3/?, fluffy fluff, comfort, nami is such an older sister, reader is drunk, zoro is emotionally constipated, zoro is WHIPPED, honestly might make this a series, what do you guys think?

"All right, that's it," Nami huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she leveled the man sitting across the table with a pointed look. "I'm sick and tired of your crap. We're settling this now."

Zoro's brows furrowed mid-swig, confusion and sudden annoyance forcing him to slam his stein down prematurely.

"The hell are you talking about?" he replied, using his forearm to swipe the excess beer from his lips. "Sick of what?"

"Of you, asshole! And your behavior as of late!"

At that, the swordsman scoffed, unable to stave off his eye roll as he leaned back in his chair.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Nami mocked in his voice, before quickly returning to her own. "Ever since the crew joined back up, you've been acting different! You're cranky. You're quiet. And you always keep to yourself."

"Is it a crime to want some alone time every once in while?" he fired back, sharply.

"Oh, please. It's every day," she scoffed. "You walk around the ship all broody, staring out at sea like a kicked puppy when you think no one's looking."

"I do not!"

"Do, too!"

"Do not!"

"Do, too!" the navigator leaned forward, raising a brow. "Did something happen to you while we were gone? Are you depressed?"

"What?! No! I'm not—!"

"Did you have a pet or somethin'? Did it die?"

"No! I—!"

"Did you have to live in a shack? Under a bridge? In the woods?"

"Nami, I am not depre—!"

"What? Did you meet a girl? Fall in love?"

She chuckled, amused by the ridiculousness of the last one as she glanced out the window.

Zoro? Fall in love?

'Yeah, right.'

The man didn't have a single romantic bone in his body, so much so that the navigator firmly believed he was incapable of feeling it (non-platonic love, anyways).

But as Zoro fell suspiciously silent, Nami's brows furrowed, her mahogany brown eyes slowly trailing back to his.

There, she noticed that he was avoiding all eye contact, and there was a certain tinge of pink stinging his cheeks as a bead of nervous sweat trickled down his temple.

He looked guilty.

He looked really guilty.

'Which could only mean...'

When the pieces finally clicked, Nami let out a dramatic gasp, nearly calling the attention of the entire bar.

"You did meet a girl!" she squealed, utterly ecstatic.

"You want the whole island to know?!" Zoro whisper-yelled, eyes flighty as he glanced around the room.

"Tell. Me. Everything! Is she nice? Is she pretty? Well, I'm sure she has to be to get your attention! Oh, my God! I can't believe this! Zoro and a girl!"

With a sigh, the swordsman sank slightly in his chair, accepting now that the navigator had the scent, she would be relentless in her hunt for details.

"It's not a big deal... I crashed on her island and we just... spent time together."

"No, no, no, my dear Zoro. This is a huge deal! Your first love! Ugh! I'm jealous."

The woman was nearly shaking with excitement and pride, her eyes moving to raking over all the women within the establishment.

"Did she have freckles like her?"

"Or her?"

"What was her style like?"

"How'd she do her makeup?"

"Did she do makeup?"

"If I'm being honest, I think you'd go for a more natural gal."

"What was her favorite color?"

"Y'know, you can tell a lot about a girl by her favorite color."

"Did she have hair like hers?"

At the last question, Zoro rolled his eyes, but humored the navigator nonetheless, leaning over slightly to take a peek at the woman she was talking about.

But the moment he set sights on her, his eye went wide, heart nearly stopping in his chest.

He couldn't see much of her face given her back was facing him, but from where he was sitting, her hair looked similar if not exactly the same as yours.

'No way...'

In fact, her everything looked exactly the same as yours.

Her hair.

Her skin.

Even the dress she was wearing looked eerily familiar to the one you would always wear.

But that had to be a coincidence.

Right?

Right?

"Is that a ye—Whoa! Where are you going?" Nami asked, confused as the swordsman stood from his seat, an unreadable expression stretched across his face.

It was as if he was in a trance, body on auto-pilot as his feet seemed to carry him toward the bar.

Even if it wasn't you, even if it was just a crazy coincidence, the simple possibility of it being you was enough to send the butterflies in his stomach into a frenzy.

Earlier in Nami's interrogation, she had hit the nail right on the head.

The man was not exactly depressed, but to say he wasn't in his feelings over leaving you behind would be a big, fat lie.

He was pissed he hadn't manned-up and expressed his feelings to you sooner, saddened by the fact that he probably wouldn't see you again for a while, cranky about going back to Sanji's cooking after eating your delicious food for two years.

Along with a million different other things.

And what would make it all better would be to hear your voice one more time.

To cup your smooth cheek in his calloused hand.

To run his hard fingers through your soft hair.

To—

"Can I... help youuu, sir?" a light, slurred voice cut through his thoughts.

Instantly, Zoro snapped himself out of it, his face burning with embarrassment as he realized he'd been standing at the bar the whole time, hovering over the woman like a creep.

Though, as his eye finally began to focus, he was quick to learn that it was not some woman he was standing next to, but rather the woman he had sincerely hoped for her to be.

The woman that had taken care of him over the last two years.

The woman whose warmth had never failed to bring a smile to his face.

The woman who had managed to win his heart and mind without so much as lifting a finger.

You.

"(y/n)!" Zoro exclaimed, utterly shocked as he pulled you into an embrace. "How did you—? Where did you—? What are you doing here?"

"Woaaaah, there, mister!" your brows furrowed, words slightly jumbling together. "No touchin'. M'savin' myself for th'new Greatest Swordsman."

Confused, Zoro pulled away, taking a moment to really get a good look at you.

Lidded eyes.

Jelly-like limbs.

Slight sway.

'Christ...'

You were drunk.

"Since when do you drink?" he asked, cocking a brow.

"Oh, my God, you hafta try it! The bartender man-guy gave me...what wuz it... oh, yeah! Rum! It tastes soooooo good. I think had two cups. Or maybe seven? M'not sure."

Zoro's brows flattened.

'Of course.'

Your first time drinking and you chose rum of all things.

"(y/n), what the hell are you doing? You know how dangerous this is?" the swordsman's brows furrowed, tone suddenly scolding. "Leaving the island, getting drunk. Does Mihawk even know you're out here?"

"Heyyyy, how did you know Mihawk is my da—?"

Quickly, Zoro slapped a hand over your mouth, stopping you from outing your family secret.

"Christ, woman," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's me... Zoro. Remember? Gloom Island, Chuki..."

He paused a moment, flush burning up his neck as he suddenly remembered something you once said.

"...M'the idiot that crash landed on your island."

Instantly, it all fell into place, and your eyes came alive with starry wonder as you finally realized it was him.

Your idiot.

"Zoro!" you squealed, practically throwing yourself on top of him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and peppered kissed all over his cheek. "OhmygodsImissedyousomuch!"

Taking a moment, you pulled back, cupping his cheeks and squeezing them.

"Ya would be s'proud of me! There was this nice guy I wuz talkin' to a minute ago an' he tried t'hug me but I pushed 'im off 'n' told 'im no."

Your words turned Zoro's heart into a puddle on the floor, his whole chest roaring to life at the love-struck way you looked at him.

Oh, yeah.

He was in deep.

Biting back a smile, he shifted his grip on you, his hands moving to hook under your thighs and lift you out the stool bridal style.

"C'mon," he sighed, ignoring the violent flutter of his stomach as you rested your head against his chest. "Let's get you some water and a bed."

"Noooo. Wanna stay up an'..." you yawned, stretching your free arm and rolling your shoulder. "...an' talk t'you. Missed you s'much, Zo."

The swordsman took in a deep breath, attempting to fortify his will, seeing as you somehow became even more beautiful and adorable since he last saw you.

Any more drunken confessions and he was going to end up in the palm of your hand.

"Just get some rest for now, all right? We can talk later when you're... you."

Turning around, he started toward the bar's exit, managing to lock eyes with Nami just before reaching the door.

Her eyes were misty, hands clasped over her heart as she looked between the two of you, flashing a warm smile.

She's a sweetheart, she mouthed, proudly, Don't screw this up.

With a scoff, Zoro rolled his eyes, quickly pushing open the door and stepping outside.

As if he would.

Though, her reaction did force him to glance down at you again, your now sleeping expression dragging two daunting questions from the back of his mind:

One... How the hell was he going to explain this to the crew?

And two... How the hell was he going to explain this to Mihawk?

[dombottom]

His laundry bag was right in front of me. I told myself it wasn’t weird or sexual. I just need to sniff his underwear to make sure I hadn’t accidentally grabbed anything clean. I pulled his neon briefs to my nose. Christ. They reeked of his young sweat. It was musky funky and their was a potent note of syrupy sweetness where his balls had stretched the pouch. It’s not weird I told myself. I just…love him. That’s all. Mom’s talk about love the way a baby’s head smells. Maybe dad’s love smells too. Yeah nothing weird. Or sexual at all. The raging hardon in my pants was unrelated. There was no way smelling my 18 year old’s puberty sweat aroused me. “Fuck” I whispered when my nose ended up in the spot it always did. The spot where he left the most mouthwatering-cock dribble inducing-head spinning sent of ASS. I closed my eyes and huffed. He wasn’t dirty he was just so damn musky. I hated myself for it, but I was obsessed with the boy. Head over heels in deep lust with my son. I’d never act on it ever! No matter how hard the smell made me or how easy it was to cum sniffing his ho— the greedy monster that made me do these heinous things made me wonder if I could get an even fresher set. Maybe they’d still damp. I always jerked off immediately if I could get still wet from his hamper. I’d shoot so had from his fresh sweat. I strolled to his room, “Hey Bluejay? You got anything you want me to throw in the wash?” I said. Fuck bad idea. The whole room reeked off him. Dear god he wore his lucky socks. Never washed, always rank. They were nasty and crunchy. At least once a week I bust a nut sniffing those foul socks.

I waited for him to acknowledge me. He didn’t get up or turn. “Dad. Do the words regional champion mean nothing to you? You do understand how fucking epic today was right?” He said. I paused because I was gawking at the beauty of the boy. Savoring the scent of his sweaty athletic body… wanting to drag my tongue the the crack of his little round as-NO! SON! WRONG! PERVERT! I scolded myself mentally. “No no I’m so proud of you! But it really reeks in here. Today you can enjoy the big win but tomorrow, clean this place up.” I said. It’d be easier to ignore how much I wanted him if he didn’t smell like sex 24/7. He flopped over propping himself up on his elbows. Smirk on his naturally bright pink lips. How two fuck ups like me and his mom managed to make the single most attractive boy on the planet was beyond me. His wavy brown hair hung into his impossibly blue eyes. We’d named him James after my grandpa, but when James just didn’t fit, and neither did Jim or Jimmy…the color of those eyes got him the nickname Bluejay. It fit. Just like he’d fit so perfectly in my arms… I wasn’t winning the whole -don’t fall in love son- battle. My only comfort was that I at least had the decency to hate myself for wanting him so bad. Jerking off to the boy was wrong. I knew it was. And if we could get rid of the nest of tasty smells in his room, maybe I’d be able to cut back on how much I beat my dick thinking about my boy. “Dad. Breath it in! That’s the smell of a champion. An award winning athlete. What do you want it to smell like in here, loser? Besides I like it. A lil musk makes a boy feel good about himself, you should get a closer whiff,” he said. He broke into an earth shattering smile. I could’ve sworn his legs opened a bit more. He threw his arms up behind his head. His pits smelled delicious. I felt a wave of blood rush to my dick and then another. I needed to get out. “I can smell you from here, and don’t clean ok whatever…any clothes?” I asked. “Just these,” he said. He picked up a pair of electric yellow briefs and wiped them through each pit and then flung them in my face. “Bluejay what the fuck that wasn’t very ni—oh. Oh fuck,” I said unable to keep it in. They were rank. His sharp teenage funk was all over them. To my horror, the mix of all his scents on his small briefs made my dick pop up fully hard. “That’s what I thought,” he said. He was up on his feet walking towards me. Was he hard to? No of course not what was I thinking. He stood in front of me and slapped my hardon playfully. “Pervert,” he said laughing. I covered my face in shame. “Bluejay I’m so sorry I’m just pent up it’s unrelated I swear I’m so embarrassed.” I said horrified. “No it’s not…that hardon is for me. I think it’s because of my butt. I think you like it. A pervert hard for his son’s butt. Thinking about anal sex with his boy!” he teased. I wanted to combust on the spot. I was about to beg and plead and apologize when he sprang.

In two quick movements he spun me and knocked me onto his bed. I didn’t have time to think. He jumped on top of me pinning me arms. God he was strong. “You really don’t know how to take a fucking hint Dad,” he said. His voice dropped an octave and became raspy. I’d never heard him sound, well, sexy. “Bluejay I’m-this is wrong. I just-I got carried away or something” I said. “Shut up.” He said flatly. He spun himself around so his back was to me and his ass was in my face. HIS ASS WAS IN MY FACE. I felt the heat. I could smell his hole so close to me. I’d never understood the meaning of the word desire until that moment. I tried to my push my face into his cheeks but he was just out of reach. “Aht-aht! Not til I say.” He gave me two playful slaps. “Now, let’s play with that big dick of yours,” he said. He fished me out of my lounge pants and started squeezing rubbing and groping. He was muttering under his breath “Big fuckin Dad cock and he wouldn’t give to me mmm I’m fuckin gonna ride it this mine now” I moaned as he played with me and kept talking nasty about his dad’s cock. He leaned down to sniff the base. He said fuck. He was feral after smelling my dick. He reached his hands back. He ripped open his singlet. “Oh god! You ripped it!” I said in shock. “Relax. You’ll buy me another one.” He said. I could smell his body. See the soft fuzz that trailed in and out of his perfect ass. “Tongue out.” He said sternly. I obeyed my boy. He lifted his hips and pushed back dragging his hole down my tongue. My whole body trembled as he groaned in pleasure. “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting your big fucking dick? Mmm the veins look tasty. He said still pawing my meat. I started to feel a weird sense of pride from deep within. “Dad? I’ve been watching you play with your cock for years do you know that? I watch you shower almost every morning. I secretly hoped you’d catch me looking and touching my self. All hot for my Dad. I wanted you to make a move. but obviously you were never taking the first step. You’d rather just beat off sniffing my sweaty underwear.” He said coyly. I was filled with terror and embarrassment. “Bluejay I’m sorry I don’t even know what to say” I rambled while I caressed him. His pretty fuzzy cheeks. “Yeah that’s great is there any particular reason why you’re yapping instead of eating my sweaty champion ass?” Bluejay said pushing his perfect butt further back into my face. I pushed my nose into his crack. I sniffed till my lungs were full. He smelled like a mixture of old and fresh sweat. He was sticky from the ass sweat from round after round. I took a slow lick trying to make my tongue wide as possible to have a deeper taste. He was salty and sweet and the funky smell of his butt seemed to remain no matter how much I licked. I couldn’t think of the last time I’d felt this happy. I couldn’t tell you how long I ate him out. Maybe 20 minutes, maybe two hours. I fell into a trance licking his butt. My son’s butt. The most perfect boy in the world. I was licking his meaty and muscular but still soft glorious boy ass. Tasting my little winner.

He was up and spun on top of me. He opened the nightstand drawer. A half empty bottle of lube was in the drawer. My eyes rolled back thinking imaging him masturbating. I was finally giving myself permission to fantasize, crave him, think of him sexually. My love for him got even deeper. He started lubing me up. It brought me back to reality. “Woah woah Bluejay the first time might hurt and I’m kinda big so maybe we should do that next time” I said. Rubbing his leg. His perfect leg. Have you ever been in love with every inch of a person? Because I was. “Dad you’re fucking adorable. First time? I’ve been fucking for the last 4 years. I’ve fucked men, women, and at least 3 they/thems. Fucking is fun if the girl is fun. Guys are my favorite but they can be so sleazy no connection during the sex. If you’re with an nb you might as well invite as many people as you can. Anyway you’re actually very big but that’s what I want. If it doesn’t hurt when you’re getting stretched out what’s the point?” He said lubing up his hole. Dear god light brown hairs were all around his pink hole. Seeing him touch himself made my dick jump. He reached back and lined me up like a pro. He started to push and I cried out in ecstasy. “Hey why don’t you just put it in the newspaper that we fucked…keep it down.” He said. I popped into his hole. Right as I was about to scream out again. His foot still in his nasty lucky sock smashed into my face. “Shut it. Sniff it. Only champs stink like that right? I’m gonna keep it on your face as long as I want Dad I like making you smell my stinky socks. You can’t do anything about it.” He said as he began to rock his hips adjusting to the size. I took deep sniffs groaning as he started a slow bounce. “How’s that smell Dad? Talk about my stinky feet.” He said maintaining a steady bounce. “Oh god they smell so good Bluejay I’ve sniffed them to beat off before but having your feet in there makes it smell fucking amazing! Sour and sweaty so nasty I love it. I love you. Oh Oh you feel so tight” I said worshipping him. “Hey. You’re only talking about feet. Open your mouth let’s see how much champion you can swallow.” He said rolling his hips making my head go back. I opened my mouth and he jammed his foot far back enough that the rough fabric made me gag and cough and my whole body heave. “Ungh that made it swell inside me. Keep gagging Dad.” He said. The order was unnecessary because I wanted it in my mouth down my throat. His nasty socks were as tasty as they were stinky. Salty with sweat. “Do you even understand how long you made me wait for this dick? I just had to watch you frustrated trying to get a nut. I was right there presenting ass. Waiting for you on my knees…but this is how it has to be. Going forward, you do what I say. Do you understand?” He said. He got up into a squat and started long up and down strokes. “I didn’t know you wanted it. I felt like a perv. Oh god. I love you so much. I can’t believe this is happening. You’re so beautiful. You my biggest pride.” I said. He came down and started grinding. His eyes rolled back and he was wincing as he stirred his hips. “Oh god I’m definitely not done punishing you for keeping this dick from me. OH uhh it hurts so good Dad. Today is gonna be quick. Ok grab my cheeks spread them as wide as you can. And start fucking. Fast. And I mean fucking fast. I wanna hear the plop plop plop as your balls slap my butt. I’m ready to nut. Remember FAST,” His pale cheeks were flush, making his blue eyes look bluer. His bangs were stuck to his sweaty forehead. I looked at him. He was the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen. “You are just the hottest person I’ve ever seen. I’ve never had sex this good. And if we never do this again, this is the best night of my whole life.” I said in awe. He leaned down he smelled like sex. His natural ass funk had filled the air. I never wanted to breath air that didn’t smell like my boy’s butt. It was the best ass I ever smelled my dick had never been so hard before. It felt like it was still growing inside him. “Imagine my view.

“I’ve wanted this since I realized I like men. You look good under me dad. I like being in control. Now. I told you to fuck me FAST.” He punched me in the pec as he said fast. The impact made me want more of him. More ass, more nasty socks, more fucking punches! I grabbed his cheeks pulling as wide as I could. Just feeling my fingers digging into his asscrack made fall into stream of desperate needy affection. “Oh god I fucking love you Bluejay I can’t believe how perfect you are I love you so fucking much you have the best ass I’ve ever licked baby you are the most beautiful thing on the planet you have the best hole I’ve ever felt I’m in love with you every thing you’re my boy and I’ve always wanted to do this I’ve only beat off to you fuuuuck” I rambled as I quickly pumped in and out. “I said FUCK-ME-FAST!” He punched my chest with each word. Each hit made me go harder and faster. “Pick up the fucking pace dad! You have a big dick USE IT!” He said continuing to punch. I went faster than I ever had. No one had ever let me go that hard. That deep or at a full stroke. My cock reacted to the new sensations I didn’t know anything could feel so good. “Oh that’s it. Keep it up. Do that for your son. Just be a dad fucking your kid in the ass! Oh keep going here it comes! Hurt my asshole Dad, make it sore for me.” I did what he said I went hard. So fast he started whining on my dick. His hand went to his perfect dick. He started jerking in rhythm with me. He only stopped to punch my pecs so hard I grunted with each one. “That’s for keeping the dick from me! That’s for not making a fucking move! And that’s for making my lil butthole hurt like that yes keep going! Hard Dad keep going hard! I love you I love you oh GOD STRETCH IT DAD THAT BIG COCK IS MIIINE!” Somewhere between the punching jacking and fucking he shot one long spurt across my belly. “Don’t fucking stop!” He said slapping my face. I was instantly back at pace. I was sweating from every pore. My muscles burned and I was out of breath. But I didn’t let up. He spurted three more big ropes across my stomach and chest. He put his hand on my knee slowing me down to a full stop . He breathed heavy his lids hung halfway closed. He’d had that sheen that comes from sex. “My love let me lick your ass so I can cum. You got all sweaty again. Delicious. I wanna taste my baby all opened up. Your ass’s natural smell makes me crazy.” I said looking at him with hunger in my eyes. He collapsed onto me mixing sweat spit cum and god knows what else mixed as I pulled him close embrace. He kissed me tongue eager and curious as he explored what felt good. I was desperate to get back inside him. Feel his tight hole squeezing the sides my dick . Smell his special body odor. “I need ass in my face again. I wanna cum while I worship Bluejay’s butt. I can’t tell you how long I’ve been beating off to your pretty cheeks. Now I got to taste the real thing.” I said and he stared down at me with his usual glowing smile. He gave me another deep kiss anything he did made my cock pulse. He looked in my eyes and said, “that’s the thing Dad… you’re not gonna cum. The last thing I need is you getting post nut clarity. Making you get weird over the fact that we’ve started fucking. That it’s wrong. You understand? Not letting you cum keeps you obsessed with fucking me. Now as I recall, you have laundry to do, a new singlet to order… I hope you’re sorry for getting me so horny that I tore my champion singlet.” He wagged a finger at me. “I’m sorry Bluejay. I’ll listen to your orders more carefully next time.” I said feeling. “I like this Dad. I meant what I said when I came. Your dick is mine. Soon you’ll be all mine Daddy… Alright. We’ll play more when asshole stops buzzing from that fast fuck. Don’t you dare put on clothes. Naked chores so I can see how hard you stay for your son. And I can look a you without hiding.” He said as he sprawled out for a nap. “I love you so much.” I said. “Dad. Order me a pizza too.” He said. “Anything you want Bluejay.” I said. “Kiss it before you go.” He lifted his ass.

I kissed it. “Ok so go start the wash and come right back. That cycle takes 46 minutes to clean my clothes. So you will have 46 minutes to lick my ass clean. I want it so clean that if I run a finger through my crack my finger doesn’t smell like my 2 day old ass funk. Ha! Giving you orders makes me horny. You might be in my ass again sooner than you thought. My Dad has to do whatever I say. Cause he’s in love with me and desperate to dick his boy down. We’ll use the dryer cycle for licking my feet. Go drink water. Bring a bottle. I don’t wanna hear that your tongue is dry.” He ordered. “I love you so much. I need you. I want you controlling my dick. You’re right. Not cumming has made me more obsessed and needy for you.” I said desperate for him. “Good” he said.

[holyblonded]

Can I request kristie and chickie's hc please

— chickie met kristie after a friendly. sam introduced them and kristie thought chickie was so sweet

— kristie’s got that no-nonsense energy wrapped in a warm hug, and chickie needed it. she didn’t even realize until kristie started texting her “did you eat today” or “remember you’re more than just football” at random times.

— chickie now sends her updates like “ate toast,” “no one made me cry today,” and “sam says hi.” kristie saves every single one.

— when kristie told chickie she was pregnant, chickie SCREAMED. like full-volume, no filter, danced around the room screaming “you’re gonna be a MOM???”

— chickie immediately horribly knitted (read: badly crocheted) a baby hat in aussie colors and mailed it with a note that said “for baby kerr-mewis, who is gonna be so cool cause they have YOU and sam… unfortunately.” kristie cried.

— she now refers to kristie’s unborn child as “my nibbling,” which is her attempt at “niece/nephew/sibling thing” and refuses to stop

— kristie calls her “my first baby” sometimes. chickie blushes and tries to act cool but absolutely lives for it.

— chickie is weirdly good at calming kristie’s pregnancy nerves. like, she’ll just lay across kristie’s legs and ramble about a dream she had where the baby was born with a full soccer kit and kristie’s like… okay yeah. i’m fine now.

— she talks to kristie’s belly constantly like “hey bestie. i’m your unofficial cool cousin. you’re gonna have THE most fun with me, don’t even worry about it.”

— kristie’s biggest stress is chickie accidentally teaching the baby chaos, but also she lowkey wants them to be just like her

— chickie has zero chill when kristie is tired. she’ll wrap her in blankets, bring her snacks, and threaten anyone who disturbs her “unless you are the baby exiting the womb, do NOT disturb my kristie.”

— kristie lets chickie put her hand on her belly to feel the baby kick and chickie’s whole face lights up like christmas

— chickie’s always like “are you allowed to eat that?” “how many pillows do you need?” “should i fight ali for making you carry a water bottle?” kristie’s like “sweetheart i’m pregnant, not made of glass.” but she loves the care

— sometimes kristie video calls her just to vent or lay in bed and listen to chickie ramble about training. chickie’s voice is her comfort noise now

— kristie plans to make chickie the baby’s godparent. she hasn’t told her yet. she wants to wait until she can see her cry in person.

— chickie is already buying them matching outfits. one for her and one for the baby. it’s ridiculous. kristie took a photo of the first set and sent it to sam like “what have we done”

— kristie calls her “sunbeam.” always has. chickie acts like she hates it. chickie loves it.

— and when chickie’s down, kristie’s the one who can coax her out of a funk without even trying too hard. she just says “i know it’s hard, but you’re doing so good. i’m proud of you.” and that’s it. chickie melts.

— kristie jokes that the baby’s gonna come out knowing chickie’s name first because she talks about her so much.

— “this one’s already got a big cousin who’s gonna teach them everything. god help us both.”

— but honestly, kristie wouldn’t have it any other way. chickie’s her first little chaos baby. and she’s family. forever.

[blackenedsnow]

Hello! Sorry for the message in Spanish! I think that I have sent the English version :<

Well...I was thinking of shadow sharing apartment or house with a queen of disco (I think it would be very cute the image of shadow sleeping on top of the big hair of a woman almost three times taller than him)

funk

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Shadow the Hedgehog x (Fem) Reader

NOTE: Hey it's not a problem! Thanks for sending this amazing request! It was so much fun writing this scenario lol. I’m always happy to create something special for you!

SUMMARY: Shadow the Hedgehog isn’t one for roommates, but somehow, he ends up sharing a place with you. A disco queen.

The apartment was quiet for once. Well, it was only quiet because you weren’t home yet, but Shadow wasn’t complaining. He didn’t mind the constant hum of disco music playing from your vinyl collection or the way you’d hum along while twirling in your platform shoes. It was just… a lot sometimes.

When you’d first moved in, Shadow hadn’t exactly expected to live with someone so full of life. His world had always been chaos, but yours? Yours was vibrant. You brought glitter, neon colors, and a wardrobe that could blind someone. Still, there was something about the way you lived that intrigued him. You owned the dance floor of life, and Shadow had never seen anyone do that so effortlessly.

He was sitting on the couch when the door finally swung open, revealing you in all your disco glory. Your heels clacked against the hardwood floor as you tossed your bag onto the couch beside him.

“Shadow, you’ll never guess what happened at the club tonight!” you exclaimed, spinning once before plopping down into an oversized chair. Your hair, as big and bouncy as ever, framed your face in a cascade of curls and glittery pins. You looked like you belonged under a spinning disco ball, not in a modest little apartment.

Shadow barely looked up from his book. “I’m sure you’ll tell me.”

“Oh, I will!” you said, leaning forward with excitement. “But first, I need to get these shoes off. My feet are killing me!” You kicked off your platforms, sending one of them clattering against the floor. “Ahhh, much better.”

Despite himself, Shadow cracked the smallest hint of a smile. He’d gotten used to your dramatic flair. Actually, he’d gotten used to a lot of things—like how your hair always seemed to take up half the room when you sat down.

“Anyway, what about you? Did you do anything fun while I was out?” you asked, brushing some glitter off your outfit.

Shadow shrugged. “Nothing worth mentioning. Just the usual.” He closed his book, standing up from the couch and walking past you toward his room. But when he reached the hallway, he paused and glanced back. “You should get some rest.”

You smiled at him, knowing that was Shadow’s way of checking in. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll sleep after I unwind. You go ahead, though.”

A little while later, the apartment was quiet again. You were sprawled out in your chair, half-asleep, while Shadow stood in the doorway to his room, looking at you. There was something oddly calming about the sight of you at rest. Your hair, now fluffed up even more from the night’s events, was almost comically big, framing your face like a soft, glittery pillow.

Shadow shook his head, but a thought crossed his mind. It wasn’t like him to seek comfort, but… maybe, just this once.

Without saying a word, he padded across the room toward you. Your soft breathing filled the space as Shadow climbed onto the back of the chair. He hesitated for a moment, then—gingerly—settled himself on top of your giant curls.

He could feel the softness of your hair beneath him, warm and light, like resting on a cloud. It was absurd, really. The ultimate lifeform, sleeping on a disco queen’s hair. But somehow, in the midst of all the glitter, chaos, and color, it felt right.

You stirred slightly but didn’t wake up, and Shadow relaxed. Maybe disco and darkness could coexist. He could handle the glitter, the music, and the energy—because somehow, you made it all feel like home.

[gg-pedro]

Joel Miller's Midwestern Road Trip Fantasy - joel miller x reader oneshot

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summary: an AU of the journey out to wyoming, wherein you and joel's car troubles take a little more elbow grease to solve than strictly necessary.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, post outbreak!joel, joel x reader, AFAB!reader, tlou hbo, protective!joel, non-established relationship, AU without ellie, unprotected piv, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), riding, end of the world sex, rough!joel, heavy on the petnames, porn with some plot, porn with some feelings

words: 2.4k

a/n: im a woman of the people! also: the alternate title became the actual title

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With Joel kept busy under the hood of Bill’s blue chevy pickup, you spent a few hours sprawled out in the bed of the truck, the wind coming on heavier as the afternoon bore on. It made your hair splay out and then skim across your bare shoulders, ridding you of any protection from the sun as it beat down onto the hopeless open field. 

Your gaze turned hazy and unfocused in the mugginess of the early September day. The clouds in the sky looked thin and delicate, like silk threads or a broken string of pearls. You had already broken a sweat laying out here, but it was far less suffocating than sitting in the truck. Your position at this point felt unmoveable– your body was laden, even your eyelids, struggling to keep them open under the stifling sunlight.

You heard Joel slam the hood of the truck shut, which preceded a long sigh and the sound of him wiping dry hands against his jeans. He slapped the body of the vehicle on his way over to you, staring down at you with an exasperated look. 

“Think it's the heat,” he started, leaning against the blazing metal with his arms crossed over his chest. “Gonna give it some time to cool down.”

Your borrowed truck had started jolting and sputtering a few miles back, right after you had crossed the state line into Missouri. You didn’t exactly feel it was fair for Joel to be so upset by it– you were fortunate to have even made it this far without being on foot. Beggars can’t be choosers, trying to make it all the way to Wyoming on borrowed luck.

“Hope you’re right,” you said, casting your eyes over to him with a hand shielding your brow. “I’m not walking anywhere in this heat.”

He cracked a grin. “Oh, yeah? Is the sun gettin' to you, cowgirl?” He nudged your foot over to the side before hauling himself up to lay next to you in the truck bed, grabbing a hold of your waist to press your bodies together.

The warm daylight was making his eyes look like melted mahogany and the baby blue color of his t-shirt brought out the warmth in his skin. Devastatingly handsome, even with that lingering exhaustion plaguing his expression. He almost never took to your compliments, but in the moment, there were hardly words to describe the feeling pooling low inside of you.

“I’m more worried about you, Eastwood,” you teased, licking your thumb to smudge away the swipe of car grease that had found its way onto his cheek. “I think you’d keel over first.”

You were grinning up at him as he pulled you in by the hips, finally receptive to your efforts to get him out of whatever funk that a broken-down car had put him in. 

“Oh, so now you’re happy, ain’t ya? Think you’re funny? You weren’t so chatty in the car, sleepin’ all the way through Indiana. Hm? Hey, c’mere!”

You tried squirming away, but being in the sun had exhausted you and his grip was just too strong and too enticing. His hand found the space just below your sex, running deft fingers across the thick denim of your light blue jeans. He had a firm grip on your face and jaw with the other, kissing you dizzy and breathless. You moaned around the thumb that had made its way into your mouth, tangling your hand into those wind-swept curls. 

“I’m starting to think the car troubles were just a ploy,” you said, giggling as Joel shifted to hover overtop of you. “I didn’t know this had turned into Joel Miller’s midwestern roadtrip fantasy.” He hooked his thumbs into your belt loops, decidedly pinning you there.

He silenced your teasing with another saccharine kiss, and you could smell the diluted gasoline and warm grass on him. His mouth was so familiar that you feared the two of you would melt into one, breathing through the same dry, shared lungs.

“You are a fantasy, sweet thing, don’t get that twisted,” he breathed out. You did have time to kill, that was true enough– and you could already tell that Joel was going to make it an obscenely slow death.

He couldn’t have shoved down your tight jeans fast enough. Desperate hands nearly ripped your shirt as he pulled it up and off of you, carelessly pushing your bra out of the way to access the soft skin of your breasts, swollen and sensitive with arousal. His lips and the tip of his teeth grazed the tissue, kissing and nipping and biting wherever he saw fit. Soon, wet mouth and tongue trailed straight down your center, kisses placed haphazardly along your flesh. The mere sight of his bulging bicep as he propped himself up above you with both arms was enough to raise chills all over your exposed skin.

You paused him where he was to desperately fumble with the button of his own jeans and rip down the fly, sliding your hand into his pants to palm his growing erection through his boxers. He intercepted the touch, gripping your wrist tight before pinning it back down above your head.

“Don’t remember sayin’ you could touch me, pretty girl. Needy for me, ain’t ya? ‘M not done with all of you just yet.”

In an instant his head was between your thighs, licking along the depths of your puffy, glossy folds. A calloused hand gripped your thigh, forcing your legs obscenely far apart– exposed. There was nobody else out here, in the back countries of a state that barely existed anymore. You didn’t even care that the warm breeze would have carried your pleading and moaning a mile out, not while his tongue swirled and kissed against the expanse of your cunt. His mouth and tongue devoured you, devoured you like he was starving for it. A shrill beg fell from your lips as he started fucking your slicked hole with three hot, pulsing fingers, desperate for him to either end this here or fuck you faster. 

“That’s it, right there, isn’t it?” He said, hunger and aching seeping unabashedly into his voice.

When your walls started closing in around his middle three fingers, suctioning him in even deeper, he finally pulled out of you, leaving you with tears in your eyes and a deep pulse beat inside of you.

“No, no, please don’t stop–”

He licked his fingers clean before pressing his thumb to your lips as he grabbed your face, stopping all of your ramblings for the moment. “Hush, honey. You’re gonna ride me now, and you can fuck yourself as much as you want. Y’want that, doll face? C’mon, I need you,” he said, a stern fondness about his tone.

You complied in strict obedience, letting him rest on his back while you finally peeled yourself up from the hot molded plastic. You finally resumed your work of getting his length free from his boxers, pulling his jeans down to his mid thigh. 

You couldn’t wait to slip the thick head of his cock into your wanting mouth, hardly able to handle the sight of his pleasured expression, that pinch in his brow smoothing away. He always made you feel like your own mouth could be medicine. Your head bobbed down his length, running your tongue along thick, pulsing veins. Saliva filled your mouth and you let it come, using your free hand to slide up and down his base while you focused your attention on the more sensitive cockhead. You looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes, grazing his tip against the ribbed roof of your mouth.

“Oh honey, oh honey– not too far, wanna come inside of you. Listen to me now, I know you like feeling all filled up, too,” he said quickly, barely able to get the words out as an involuntary groan clawed its way out of his throat. 

You did listen to him, because you were Joel’s– not because he ever told you that, but because you knew you were his last good thing in this life, his last sweet thing, and you would’ve done anything for those praises to fill your ears and blind all else. 

You lined yourself up with the reddened tip of his cock and sank down on it, your own head lolling back as your walls contracted and spasmed around him. You moved yourself up and down his length slowly, dizzyingly, for your own selfish reasons– you liked having the control to ensure that you could use his cock to satisfy every hopelessly sensitive spot inside of you.

“More, babygirl, more– fuck, fuck, yeah, keep doin’ that– just like that, jesus christ–”

Your pace quickened as you became increasingly desperate to finish on top of him. His cock filled you to the brim, stretching you out and gagging your channel enough to keep continuously shoving your own wetness back up inside of you– stuffing you, suffocating you. The sheer size of him ensured that you hardly even had to move for it to blind you with pleasure, but for his sake, you followed his instructions. 

“My sweet, perfect little thing– oh, holy hell, baby, I can’t– can’t–”

You kept pleading out his name: Joel, Joel, Joel. You said it until you couldn’t even remember how to say it, spell it, form the words with your tongue and mouth. Your orgasm built up frustratingly fast, hitting you in a long moment of nearly unbearable bliss and sweetness. The feeling started so low, nearly where Joel’s cock was hitting inside of you, and climbed its way up until you were lightheaded. Your walls clenched rapidly around his stiff cock, with him blessing your name enough that it would surely memorialize you in sainthood. You were so achy and sensitive by the time you had rode it out fully that you whined and squirmed as he implored you to go on– help him to get there, too. 

He came just as hard and fast as you, gripping at your hips hard enough to leave marks as he guided your movements through it for himself. You could feel the hotness of his cum unloading inside of you, straight to your center, like this was exactly what you were made for. It left him breathless, and you pressed yourself close to his chest to kiss him more as he calmed down. You didn’t want to pull out of him– you wanted to savor that warmth, the sticky clickiness of his liquid filling you up to the point that it was spilling out of you. In the end, it really did feel like the two of you had fused into one. 

He finally helped you to drag yourself up off of him, and you immediately sank back against his truck bed, your head like dead weight against his shoulder. The outside heat left the both of you covered in a sheer layer of sweat, but neither one made any moves to get up and clean yourselves off.

You just let him tuck you in close, close enough to hear his heartbeat go from rapid to steady and sure. It was almost a rarity to hear it so calm, to know that he felt safe for once, content and warm. After a long few moments of basking in the quiet nature and fleeting sun, you propped yourself up on an elbow to stare down at his face.

His lips had the ghost of a smile on them, and he brought his expansive hand to tuck your hair behind your ears and cup your face. 

“Ain’t complaining about the heat now, are you, sweet thing?”

You swatted him on the arm, giving a playful roll of your eyes as you leaned down to kiss him once, twice more.

“I just think we should make a few more of these pit stops before we hit Wyoming,” you drawled, leaning into the touch. “If you can squeeze it into our oh-so-tight schedule, of course.”

“Keep runnin’ your mouth so much and I just might have to.” He struggled to cast a glare at you.

“Mmh, and I bet you’d just hate that, wouldn’t you?”

That got you a rare, genuine laugh from him. “Oh, you know I would.”

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You stayed a few hours more before Joel tried his luck at starting up the truck again. Much to his delight, the ‘old hunk of metal’ (his words, not yours) sputtered and coughed back to life. He called you his good luck charm, and soon enough the two of you had to get back on the road.

He kept a firm hand on your thigh as he drove, and he didn’t protest when you finally dozed off closer to sunset. He waited until you were asleep to let himself think about the difficulty of the tasks that were ahead of you two. He often felt like protecting you was all that kept him going after all this time, and it hurt like a deep, aching wound to think of the times that he had missed that mark. 

You, though. He could still picture your face in the sun without feeling the barrel of a gun pressed to his temple. You were the last thing in this world that he really felt a responsibility for, his last good thing. The last thing for him to lose, too, but he wasn’t willing to let that mistake happen twice. He had this resolve that he wasn’t allowing anything to happen to you while he was still around. Maybe the way he felt about you was selfish, but the last 20 years would do that to a person.

For now, though, he could try and make it worth it. Drive until the exhaustion forced him to pull over, go on for as many days as it took to finally get you somewhere you could be safe. Be happy, get that life that shouldn’t have ever had to be just a fantasy to you. 

You stirred after a particularly bothersome bump in the road, tired eyes searching for reassurance in Joel’s face. 

“We’re okay, darlin’. Go back to sleep,” he whispered. He ran his thumb across the familiar denim that covered your leg. This is what he could live for. He’d do almost all of it again to get to you. 

But for now, the least he could do was let you rest.

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[cluelessatthispoint]

Hi, hello! How are you? Good I hope.

I was wondering if I could request some platonic RED!Scout with a BLU!Scout Reader who is the total opposite of him? While he jokes around and is just LOUD as fuck, if you look a bit behind him you see Reader just kinda standing there in complete silence with a Thousand-yard stare. Also, it you would be very funny if they were extremely stronger than Scout, mf can crush two cans just by flexing their arm a bit and then there is Scout trying to to the same and failing.

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Scout: You see this? This is the prime example of friendship! We protect each other like brothers! We will not hesitate to beat the shit out of anyone who doubts our strength! Am I right bro?

Reader: ... *thumbs up*

Scout: >:)

I like your style anon.

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Red. The color itself is bold. Striking in apperance and easily spotted amidst a myriad of other colors. The color red is bold, empowering. A color that has ties with love, with rage, with passion -the color of blood. The crisp morning air smells fresh and sweet. The rain from the night before having washed away the dust that lingered in the air.

"Oi! Blue! What's up?"

The familiar sounding twang of a Boston accent cuts through the calm of the morning. Turning to face your red clad counterpart. You give him a blank stare. Unbothered, the red scout saunters over with a noticeable spring in his step.

"Heyyy now, no need to give me that look. I know ypur happy to see me."

Rolling your eyes, a small exasperated smile can't help but creep up on your chapped lips. Blanking out as the Red Scout's voice rambles on. You almost miss him taking a seat next to you. The fabric of his pants rustling with his movements as the gravel crunches beneath the soles of his shoes. His voice, while not unwelcome. Is still too energetic for the time of morning. The sun still orange and painting the sunrise a pinkish hue.

"Yeah, yeah, I see that smile. Don't be acting all high and mighty. Good morning to you too doofus."

Leaning back, resting your palms on the gravel by your rear. The feeling of small rocks and pebbles pressing against the calloused skin of your palms bring a sense of calm and focus. Nodding your head once curtly, the Red Scout smiles. Clearly used to your personality. Your counterpart sighs heavily, his shoulders sagging downwards and relaxing.

"You know something Blue? You may not be as fast as me, or as good lookin-"

The glare you send his way at that makes him chuckle and wave his arms animatedly as he tries his best to explain his meaning.

"-Oi, don't gimme that! I'm just saying. Even though we're different an all...I'm glad. You make me feel less alone. Miss my brother's lots. You're like a brother to me..even if you're wearing blue."

Observing the soft features of your friend. The way he speaks sounds slowed, calm. Different from the way he spouts whatever comes to mind. You can tell how much effort it's taking for him to tell you this. But it feels good. Your feelings mirroring his own. Turning your gaze back out at the landscape ahead, you sigh. In a few hours the next battle will start and the cycle of killing and respawning will begin. But for right now, sitting in the warmth and newness of a new day. A good day.

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I hope that this was okay. I really enjoyed writing this. I'm just trying different writing styles as I try to get back into the funk of writing again.

[noemilivv]

Hi Hi Hiii!!

I just came across your blog for the first time and OMG YOUR CONTENT IS SO SILLY I LOVE IT AHENEGSNWVDBEGDEE (the aesthetic is <33)

That 300 thingy was so cute,too bad i missed it 😭😭

Anyways,

May I ask for some platonic! Alastor,Rosie,Zestial,Carmilla,Vox,Adam and Husk (don't be afraid to shorten the list if it's too many 😭 I usually give a lot so you can write those you have more inspiration for) with a child!reader that is stereotypically childish and just very energetic and happy? Like,they love bright colors,plushies,running around,climb on stuff,always are happy but overall is a very nice and polite kid and will behave if kept occupied? Maybe one day the kid isn't all happy like always and the character worried? (Idk you do you,I just want a silly little chaotic kid!reader 😭😭)

I love platonic stuff so yeah :3

Anyways,I hope you can and enjoy writing this!!

I hope you have a really nice day! Don't forget to drink water and have rest!!

Stay proud!

-Nina <3

AWEEE TYSM !! i’m glad you enjoy my content (as well the aesthetic of my blog hehe), dw tho!! i’ll def have more events similar to my 300 celly in the future ~

as of now, i do not write for zestial or carmilla, but other than that i can do the rest ! enjoy !

Adam, Alastor, Husk, and Rosie + Chaotic!Child!Reader

Adam

He literally loves you to pieces bro, it makes him consider kids later on in his afterlife

Wrestling is constant with the the two of you, he’ll let ya beat him up for fun, he’ll swing ya around, anything ya want!!

Although, if you start swearing at a young age, now it’s thinks to him!

If he sees that the chaotic and fun kid he knows just isn’t feeling it today, he’ll plop down next to ya, try to make you laugh or smile, but if he gets no response? Crushed bro.

He’ll just be like “What’s wrong little bro?” with a �� look on his :’)

Alastor

Alastor wasn’t much of a kid person, well.. until he met you.

You were fun to be around - energetic, but also still polite, as well as entertaining

He would have you do some tasks, giving him less work, and it kept you occupied

Although one day, his charming little kiddo wasn’t their normal happy self.

Al would bend to your level, a soft smile on his face, “Young one, you’re never fully dressed without a smile!”

Husk

To be honest, kids weren’t really Husk’s thing, teenagers? Sure. But young children, eh…

Well, until he met you, you were polite, but still had a lot of energy and were fun to be around — but also knew when to shush.

He would especially love it when you would say the most out of pocket shit, and just not know, cause you’re just a kid!

But when he sees his little stinker without their usual smile, he’s concerned.

When you come to the bar with your little soft frown, Husk will lean over the counter to face you, whispering a small ‘Keep pushing tiger, ya got this.’

Rosie

Rosie adores children of all ages, she’s a very motherly person, so it’s safe to say when you first stumbled into her emporium, clueless, she was more than delighted to help you!!

Once she got to know you, she was in awe about how a child could be more perfect, you were so grown yet so innocent, it was cute, really.

So when she sees you stumble back to her parlor, looking like you had just cried, her heart broke for you.

She’ll take your hand, and lead you off to your usual talking spot, giving you a cup a tea, “C’mon now, sweetie, what’s got ya in a funk? What can I do?”

[ambrozjas]

I get so excited when I see you post Dallas stuff, your fics are great! Could you do a fic where reader x Dallas celebrate their anniversary? And Dallas is pretty nonchalant and forgetful but he ends up still making it special? Thanks!

the moonlight only enhances your beauty ꨄ︎

dallas winston x reader

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ugh i’ve been in such a funk i haven’t been wanting to write for a while and idk what’s wrong w me but i’m sorry guys!! i’ll try to keep up more, i’ve just been having to focus on my music pieces and festivals so i’ve been pretty busy :((

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

reader wears a nightgown, some cussing, literally a crap ton of descriptions of the moonlight and how it frames things bc i’m obsessed with describing it 💕

✧˖*°࿐ word count ᰔᩚ

1184 words, 6437 characters

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“i don’t want to talk to you right now, dal.”

“c’mon!” he whined, dragging out the ‘n’ as his eyebrows raised and his eyes downturned in a puppy dog manner. you looked back at the clock, currently 11:47pm and you assumed maybe five minutes earlier those noises you heard outside weren’t stray cats fighting, it was dallas trying to get the ladder to come up to your window.

today was horrible, it was your anniversary, and he had the audacity to forget and then show up at your house begging for another chance to get you to go out with him? at eleven-fucking-forty-seven?

you had to admit, his brown eyes always made you give in no matter how stern you tried to be. whether they were slanted with a vindictive cat like stare, or big and dopey like a sad kicked puppy. you just couldn’t say no to them, even if you tried to put your foot down, this was still the case.

“dallas—“

he cut you off with a huff of your name, “just twenty minutes, that’s all i’m askin’ for, jeez.” you rolled your eyes as his facade dropped, the innocent act quickly shifting back to his regular curt tough nature. but nonetheless, you couldn’t say no. dallas winston always got what he wanted.

you walked away, dally’s eyes trailing after your figure as you walked into another room. your silk nightgown glowed in the moonlight as the creases took on a darker color as they shaded themselves, the blue-ish hue illuminating the rest of your body as you slipped away. dallas scoffed as he was about to climb back down the ladder before he head a faint, “wait.”

his eyes flickered back, watching as you emerged from the other room, only this time, with each step you took came a small clack sound. dallas looked down to see you in your shoes as you held up your jacket to show him.

“only twenty minutes, right?”

“yeah, yeah.” he muttered, watching as the bare skin was covered up by a dark coat of fabric, the zipper glimmering a bit as the moonlight shone on the silver lining before you turned around and made your way downstairs.

“so extra.” dally whispered before he climbed back down the ladder, careful to observe the ground and his feet while he stepped down each bar. the metal was cool beneath his hands, the warmth radiating off him instead because of how much he stuffed his hands in his pockets. the ladder’s paint was chipping off, revealing a silver coat underneath as it creaked with each movement dal made before finally, he spotted you coming out through the front door, back hunched as you tip-toed out.

“this better be good.” you mumbled, shaking your head as dallas carelessly left the ladder against your window and took you by the arm. he led you across town, and you thought to yourself that maybe you should’ve worn pants as you looked at your bare legs sticking out from underneath your nightgown.

with the cool breeze and your free hand—the one that wasn’t wrapped around dallas’ arm—clutching your gown so it wouldn’t fly up, it felt like you two had been walking forever. only the crickets and owls accompanied you with their songs sung in the night as you both walked through the empty streets of tulsa, careful to be on the lookout for any socs driving around in their pristine mustangs with their cigarettes hanging from their hand outside the car window.

you two finally made it to a small summer green turf, planted cautiously behind a few shops in the tall grass so nobody would steal it. “now wait ‘ere.” dallas told you, flicking the bridge between your eyebrows where your nose started as he jogged over to what looked to be a small blanket.

you cocked your head in bemusement, watching as he brought out his lighter and popped the cap open, trying to flick it on. a string of curses escaped his lips as it took a minute to start, but once it finally did he leaned down and positioned his back to light something you wouldn’t see. you stood on your tippy toes as you tried to see above before dallas snapped the lighter shut, shaking his hand once or twice to get rid of the burn from keeping the lighter open too long, and turned around to walk over and grab you by the arm.

you smiled once you took in the sight, already seeing what dallas was planning when he dragged you over there. it was a small blanket, one so small it probably wouldn’t even have enough space for the both of you, with two candles in the middle and a few snacks like cookies and packs of fruit around them. you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as dallas smoothed his hair back, licking his slightly chapped lips as he intently watched you for a reaction.

you simply glanced at him and nodded your head to the side, signaling for him to join as you took a seat on the blanket. it was just as you expected, barely big enough to fit the both of you on it, but you didn’t care. all the anger from the day melted away as you watched dallas twiddle his thumbs when he sat beside you, pressing his lips together awkwardly.

then the small candles blew out once a small gust of wind came over the two of you.

dally mumbled a few profanities as his hand made its way back in his hair, smoothing it out to get rid of the reminding feeling of how nervous—the slight sweat on his forehead making his hair stick to it.

but oh glory, when you let out a small laugh, the sound falling from your lips as smooth as honey, dallas could’ve sworn he had heart palpitations—even if he’d never admit it.

and when you looked at him, the blue moonlight shone on your face just right. the glossiness of your teeth and the highlights on your nose seriously made you look like a work of art, your eyes getting that small glimmer in them as their corners crinkled when you grinned. dallas almost died right then and there.

when you looked at him, watching as the corners of his lips—although subtle—twitched upwards at the sight of you, your smile just got even bigger.

it was comical to you. the man sitting in front of you was dallas winston. who would’ve known that when he wasn’t slashing tim shepard’s tires or stealing a few packs of kools from the convenience store, he would be sitting here in the moonlight on what his best affordable idea of a ‘picnic’ was with you. nobody could deny the fact that you had dallas winston whipped.

then you both proceeded to yelp as a stronger gust of wind started to blow away the small bags of cookies away, hurling yourselves over the blanket and clambering away to try to avoid the food flying off into the street.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ this request was literally adorbs omg 😭

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[mytheoristavenue]

KNY Boxer!Gyutar Shabana x Chubby!Reader - Float Like a Butterfly - I

Summary: Following a rough breakup, you've decided to get into shape. When you finally go to the gym with your friend, Mitsuri, you accidentally meet 'The Inkblot'- the gym boxing league's up-and-coming champ.

Warnings: Violence, strong language, body negativity, mentions of toxic relationships

"There's no way this is healthy," Mitsuri sighed, sitting at your bedside, petting your hair. "C'mon, you and Kai broke up like forever ago!"

"It's only been nineteen days..." You mumbled back into your pillow.

"You've been counting??" She gasped dramatically.

It was true, though. You'd counted the days since Kaigaku dumped you. You'd counted every photo with every skinny girl he'd posted on instagram. You'd counted every missed call he'd sent to voicemail. And you'd counted every calory you'd consumed in the mean time.

"I'm gonna get skinny and win him back," You grumbled.

"Honey, no-" Mitsuri sighed. "You don't need to win him back, he's the loser here!" She finally relented, knowing she won't be able to talk you out of your funk. "You know what?"

"What...?"

"Let's get you in shape." She said victoriously. "C'mon, we can diet together, go to the gym, keep each other accountable!"

"I don't know..." You mumbled, glancing up at her. "I don't wanna be looked at."

"Sure you do!" She contradicts. "We'll get you some of those super cute leggings that make your butt look good! You'll love it!"

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Despite how you argued, here you were. At the gym she frequents- Red Light Fitness, signing up for a long term mebership so you can't back out of it. In those magical booty TikTok leggings and an oversized Deftones t-shirt with worn out sneakers. After paying your dues, Mitsuri dragged you all around, giving you the grand tour, frequently stopping to talk to her fellow gym-rat friends for much longer than you'd like. You'd stand awkwardly to the side and politely nod when she motioned to you.

When she got to the back of the gym, she herded you into another room that had a boxing ring, space for chairs, and a small training room to the side. "We call this the Red Light Arena!" She chirped, gesturing to the ring. "On Friday's at seven, people from the gym's boxing league fight! People pay to get in and it helps fund the gym!"

"That's pretty cool, actually." You remarked with a small smile.

"Heck yeah it is!" She grinned. "I'm training so I can join!"

"You're wicked strong, I'm sure you'd do great." You encouraged warmly. Accepting your words, she leads you to the training room. You could see a few sandbags and dummies, but before you could observe too deeply, a tall, buff man sauntered over.

"Mitsuri, where ya been, pretty girl?" He beamed, wrapping an arm around her neck and digging his fist into her hair affectionately. "Who's this little lady?"

"Tengen, hi!" Mitsuri laughs, hugging him before stepping away. "This is my friend (Y/N), she just joined the gym!"

Tengen's attention fell on you, a mischievous grin on his face. "Well, aren't you the cutest little thing?" He offered you a hand, brightly colored fingernails drawing your gaze. "Tengen Uzui, a pleasure."

You nodded sheepishly and shook his hand. You knew this guy, your friend Suma was dating him- or so you thought? "(Y/N) (L/N)," You muttered shyly.

"No need to be nervous, baby, we don't judge here!" He laughed heartily, and Mitsuri joined in. You were working on a response when the door opened again. Another tall man with a terrible slouch and an imposing physique wandered in. He had shaggy black hair with green tips pulled into a top knot and sickly pale skin. He was covered head to toe with a black long-sleeved muscle shirt and grey sweatpants that cuffed at the ankles, sitting just about high-top Nike's. He was wrapping his hands with tape as he strode in confidently, giving you a sharp glance.

Tengen, upon noticing him, made a bee-line for the man, raising his hand to offer a high five that was ultimately ignored. "Gyutaro, my man, how's it goin'?" He beamed. "Don't leave me hanging!"

"Hi, Gyutaro!" Mitsuri waved sweetly, earning a curt nod. "That's Gyutaro Shabana," She whispered as she turned back to you. The name was familiar, you knew and Ume Shabana- not that the pair of you were quite fond of each other. "They call him 'The Inkblot' because of his birthmark." You peered over her shoulder to see him staring back, obviously able to hear the conversation. But you understood now. He had a big black birthmark that splattered across his face like ink flicked on a blank page.

"How fitting," You mumbled, taking your eyes off him.

"Right?" Mitsuri laughed lightly. "He's one of the best boxers in the league, he's literally undefeated!"

Glancing back at him, you weren't surprised. Even despite hiding his body, you could tell he was lean and quite muscular. Probably one of those protein-packed meatheads, you assumed.

Just as you were about to dismiss him, Tengen wandered back over with Gyutaro in tow. "Gyu, this is (Y/N)," His voice boomed, startling you as you hadn't seen him approach. Your attention snapped up to find the talented boxer just a few feet away now, eying you down like a dog might a rabbit. But aside from his scary, crooked teeth, stern gaze, and unsightly birthmark, one thing stuck out ot you.

He had beautiful eyes. Deep cobalt with long black lashes, like the legs of a tarantula you'd seen in a National Geographic magazine. His hardening gaze let you know you'd looked a mite too long, and you suddenly glanced away. "H-Hello," You mumbled, extending a shaky hand which he ignored.

"Don't sweat it," Tengen laughed. "Inkblot here's just shy around cute girls!" Gyutaro muttered something contradictory under his breath, but in truth, Tengen was absolutely right. He hated talking to girls, especially cute ones. They would always give him that look- the kind of look you give to someone you know is wreched to view, but you're too polite to make it obvious. But what was worse than talking to silently judgmental cute girls was talking to girls like you. Chubby, shy, and insecure.

Gyutaro's eyes shifted, sternly to the ceiling, and you assumed it was to spare himself having to look at you. You were half right. He wanted to keep his gaze from tracing your figure, his mind from wondering what was under that old Deftones t-shirt. Did you even listen to Deftones, or were you a poser like most people who wear band shirts to the gym?

After a few more minutes of agonizing small talk, Tengen eventually allowed him to sneak away and he tried not to admit to himself how hard he was showing off in front of you. Methodically adjusting the tape on his hands before sliding his gloves on, working the sandbag like it owed him money. He wanted so badly for you to notice him, to see the sweat dripping off him, to see his tight movements and controlled power.

Unfortunately, he didn't get the satisfaction of seeing you swoon for his skills as you turned away, following Mitsuri out of the training room and back into the main gym. Gyutaro didn't see how your cheeks flushed with a girlish embarrassment at his macho display, but Mitsuri did.

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A silly little request from anon.

What if while in Gristles and Bridgets wedding, John Dory’s daughter (y/n) was found by Branch, thinking that she was lost and shocked that his older brother had a kid. (actually JD just lost her in the woods while hunting for food. Branch knew that Y/n is jd’s kid cuz of the looks) JD AND Y/N, FATHER-DAUGHTER REUNION. But also angst, since y/n didn’t know anything about her father

sorry my english is bad

When Will I See You Again?

John Dory X Daughter!Reader

Branch X Niece! Reader

BROPPY

(15 years ago)

“Yeah, yeah! Baby girl, wait until you try Big Daddy’s gumbo!” a 30 year old John Dory laughed loudly as he mixed some vegetables and yak burger meat in a pan, making faces at his 8 month old daughter who giggled from her playpen.

It’d been the two of them since Kyomi, John’s wife of 15 years, passed during labor. It still hurt but John still had a reason to smile everyday:  you. 

You were a perfect combination of himself and your mother; although you took his smile and hair color, you took your mother’s calming personality and you both had that cute little gap between your front teeth. Your mother was an R&B Troll, one of the subgenres of Pop and Funk Trolls, who lived on a small island between Pop Village and Vibe City.

John Dory came across her during his journey of self discovery and Kyomi helped him break out of the role of oldest brother and the leader role, and helped him to understand why his brothers’ reacted the way they did. Together they then traveled around the world, looking for his siblings. But once John had seen how happy his brothers were, he’d decided to keep his distance, they didn’t need him anymore. 

John snapped out of his thoughts when he smelled something burning. “Ah sugar!” He yelled as he moved you further away from the campfire and hurriedly put the water out. 

Once the fire was out, he turned to check you over, but you were fine, and not even paying attention to him anymore, instead you were facing away from him, playing with the necklace around your neck and babbling to yourself. John sighed softly and walked over to your crib and watched you play for a few minutes.

“Well, that gumbo is going to have to be made another day, darlin’. How about a breakfast dinner?” He asked, before grabbing you up, making you squeal in surprise, and put you in the baby carrier before heading out into the forest for more wood.

*timeskip*

You babbled along as John Dory sang softly under his breath, as he gathered wood, when a loud screech startled you both. 

John cursed under his breath before rushing off, trying to get you both to safety when a claw scratched against him, making him trip, and hiss as he pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the deep scratches, before he felt his blood run cold when he realized you were no longer attached to him. 

“Nonononono!” He yelled, chasing after the bird before he tripped over a tree branch and face planted in the dirt, rushing to get up, yelling your name, hoping something could help him.

But the bird was far from his reach and so were you.

John Dory fell to his knees before an harsh sob escaped him as he started to wail in despair, calling for you desperately:

“(Y/N)!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

*Fastforward to present day*

“GOOD MORNING, UNCLE BRANCH!” You squealed, as you saw your uncle yawning. He chuckled softly, accepting the cup of coffee you were offering him.. “Hey, firefly. You ready for a royal wedding?” “You mean the one where Aunt Poppy and Aunt Bridget tried to dress me up as an actual flower?” 

Branch snorted in his coffee. “Oh yeah, Poppy showed me the pictures.” “It’s not funny, traitor!” You huffed, pouting and crossed your arms. Branch chuckled again making you smile before turning back to your journal, which was filled with different Troll fashion designs for each tribe. Branch started to make breakfast before peeking over your shoulder.

“Wow, (Y/N)! These are amazing!” You smiled brightly, you always did when people complimented your work. “Thanks! I was so excited for the wedding today, I got so inspired! Can you guess what the theme is?”

“Hmm,” Branch hummed, as he got the ingredients ready for breakfast. He smirked to himself seeing all the hearts and swirls in your designs. “Chesseburgers?” He guessed playfully.

“No!” You giggled, “It’s love. Love comes in all shapes and sizes, Uncle Branch. Sometimes, you just need a little bit of help to find it.” You said softly, fidgeting with the necklace around your neck, and looking over your designs with a thoughtful look. 

Branch studied you carefully, something was bothering you, you wore the same look he distinctly remembers his oldest brother having when he thinking hard. He cleared his throat before asking, “Wanna help me cook?” 

*Timeskip* 

Now dressed in your wedding outfit,( you were the flower girl with Tiny being the flower boy), you stood next to your Uncle, dancing on the balls of your feet excitedly, stars shining in your eyes.

“Now, if there is anyone who objects to this—” “STOP THE WEDDING!” A loud voice screamed, making everyone turn to watch the mysterious Troll parkour their way down to the front of the crowd. Branch pushed you and Poppy behind him, eyeing the new Troll suspiciously. 

“Sorry, sorry, is this a bad time? I’m just looking for a Troll named–” asked the Troll as he pushed his goggles up, before gasping seeing Branch.

“Baby Branch!” The weird man then came up and started rambling about nothing of interest to you, as you could see how much this Troll looked like you and was strangely familiar. But seeing your Uncle uncomfortably trying to get out of the man’s grip.

“Hey! You put my Uncle down right now!” “And tell us who you are!” demanded Poppy, standing tall besides you. Branch groaned as he jumped down. “Oh right, right, sorry. I’m Branch’s brother.” You gasp as Poppy took the lead. 

You studied the new Troll, ignoring the argument between Branch and Poppy, and approached him. “Have we met before?” You asked, ceasing all conversation, not noting Branch bit his lip nervously.

“Now that I think about it……” John trailed off, seeing the necklace around your neck and gasping softly, before pushing your bangs from your face. “(Y/N)?” He asked softly, eyes tearing up. “Um.. yep that’s my name, heh. Says it on my necklace.”

“Oh my God….oh my God! You-you’re alive! “ John Dory laughed in disbelief before hugging you tightly. “I’m alive! I’m alive?” You giggle, hugging him back instinctively before backing away nervously. 

“Of course you wouldn’t remember me…you were just a baby when we got seperated.” John huffed softly, before looking at you with sad fondness. 

“(Y/N).....I’m your dad.”

There's no such thing as silly request :)

PART 2???????

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Can u do a fanfic or headcanon for Rin itoshi. Reader has a calm collected personality like him. However she is not a full fledged introvert like him, she ismore of an ambivert typically. he is a brooding guy with a cold, aloof and aggressive personality while she is slightly opposite because she is more kind, friendly, gentle, soft spoken and rarely expresses anger. Sometimes she is a bit overly nice to Rin. He keeps on expressing annoyance to her but she continues being kind and gentle to him.

Focus (Rin Itoshi x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗰 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 ���𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗴𝘂𝘆 𝗟𝗠𝗔𝗢 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It doesn’t happen all the time. But it happens enough.

  It happens enough that others are starting to take notice when he’s lost in thought. It happens enough that others are starting to predict when it will occur. When he’s in one of his moods. When he’s in one of his funks. When his ears refuse to listen to what he needs it to. When his body refuses to do what he tells it to do. When his mind refuses to think about what he wants it to think about. When his mind refuses to do anything. Absolutely anything- but think of you. 

  Hi, Itoshi!  Let me know if you need anything, Itoshi!  Everything okay, Itoshi?  Hey, Itoshi!  How are you, Itoshi?

  You’re awful for him.

  It’s the conclusion he comes to while he’s sitting on a bench on the side of the soccer field. It’s off-season right now. That means no one is here with him. No one is here to get stronger with him. No one is here to get faster with him. No one is here to get better with him. Not right now. And not ever, really. Because no one wants to rise to the top as much as much as he does. No one trains as much as he does. No one wants it as much as he does. Not even the second most dedicated player on his high school soccer team. Not even him. And yet…

  Hi, Itoshi!  Let me know if you need anything, Itoshi!  Everything okay, Itoshi? Hey, Itoshi!  How are you, Itoshi?

  He can’t focus. He can’t focus because his mind is busy. Because his mind is reeling. Because his mind is on you.

  Truth is, you’re not one special. You’re supposed to be no one special. You’re little more than the prettiest, most sensible girl in the class. You’re little more than the girl who faithfully checks in on him, every now and then. The girl who watches from the sidelines for a couple minutes of each of his games. The girl who will sometimes help out at his practices because everyone thinks you’re pretty.

  But you’re the girl who smiles so softly at him, even when he snaps back so coldly. You’re the girl who never shouts back at him when he lets his ego get the best of him. The girl who never fails to greet him with the same sickenly sweetness she turns onto others, even when he’s obviously not in the mood. The girl who never pushes him too far socially. Never piled every hope, dream, and pressure onto his back. The girl who never fought for his attention or for the chance to get close to his brother. But most of all?

  You’re the girl who keeps enough distance from him to stay. But not enough to keep him from wanting more. 

  Hi, Itoshi!  Let me know if you need anything, Itoshi!  Everything okay, Itoshi? Hey, Itoshi!  How are you, Itoshi?

  He can’t focus. Not with you around. But not while you’re far either. Not while his mind is pulling itself away from the ball resting near his feet. You’re a distraction. That’s just what you are to him- a distraction. A distraction was a pretty voice, sure. A distraction that never fails to bring color to his cheeks and a cloudiness to his mind, yeah. But that’s all you are to him. A classmate who distracts him. A classmate who hinders his progress. Keeps him from reaching his potential. His fullest potential. 

  But…

  Rin looks out and in front of him, eyeing the open, empty space of the pitch. Before long, one of the home games from this past season enters his mind. And he’s able to perfectly imagine a particular scene- a kickoff that happened halfway through the game. A kickoff that was going to sail the ball perfectly in front of his awaiting frame. Just like he trained his teammates to do.

  A kickoff he almost missed because he swore the moment he heard his teammate’s foot make contact with the ball, he saw you.

  He cringes at that memory. At the reminder of how far he still has to go. Of how human he is. But it was your fault. It was all your fault. You told him good luck before his game. You told him you’d try to watch part of his game before you left school for the day. You told him. You promised him.

  And you did. But your presence- even now, it plagues him.  Or rather, your existence does. The thought of you being near. The thought of you being far. He hasn’t been able to escape it ever since you joined his class. He hasn’t been able to escape it since he first saw you. But you’re supposed to be no one. You are no one. No one to him. 

  So why does he want so badly to greet you as you do to him? Why does he want so badly to be the only one who feels special when you talk to them? Why does he want so badly to have you at his every practice and at his every game so you can watch him become great? And so that he could be the one that walks you home. The one that gets to hold your hand. The one that gets to keep you by their side. The one that gets all your attention. 

  The one that gets all of you.

Hi, Itoshi!  Let me know if you need anything, Itoshi!  Everything okay, Itoshi? Hey, Itoshi!  How are you, Itoshi?

  He drops his head and closes his eyes. With a heavy head hung low, he takes a deep breath in as he pulls his shoulders back. It only takes a couple seconds for him to hear and feel it: the satisfying pop of a stretch done properly. He then releases the breath he held slowly, minding every single second it passes through his lips. And then he sighs, once more.

  He thinks he hates you. He thinks, at least. Sometimes, he’s not sure. It’s not so simple. But more than anything, he wishes it was. He wishes it was simple.

  Because if it was, maybe he’d have the guts to do more than just send you a glare as you pass him just now. Because if it was, maybe he’d grow a pair and call out to you. He’d tell you that he’d walk you home. He’d talk to you properly. And he’d enjoy your smile and your voice and all those things you share freely with the world. He’d enjoy them all.

  But it’s not simple. So he doesn’t do any of that. And you don’t break your stride as you pass by him as he sits on the bench, going home with nobody to accompany you. You don’t need him. And he doesn’t need you.

  At least, he’ll tell himself that for as long as it takes to get off his feet and back onto the pitch. So he can focus on what's important. So he can focus on his future.

  So he can focus on something that just isn't you.

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Mardi Gras: Part 1- When in Rome

Hey Ya'll! I'm posting this again (with a couple minor edits) It was written for the February 2025 Daily Dose of Austin Butler Challenge. @dailydoseofaustinbutler

Ya'll voted (like a couple months ago) for me to extend/finish it. So I have part 2 ready and probably a part 3 in the works.

Enjoy darlings!

Warnings: Callum and Austin kissing

Callum and Dua had picked this rental specifically because it was near the end of the parade route on Canal Street. Dua was performing in the parade tonight. Cal had somehow convinced Austin to fly down and join him in watching his girl float by for 45 seconds.  He hadn’t quite known how much he really missed Austin until he was there with him. 

Austin had felt dubious about coming down to New Orleans at the height of its yearly debauchery. But he realized he needed something to jolt him out of his routine. He’d been slipping dangerously close to being in a funk, always easier when he was single. Though he was ok being single right now, opportunity for self reflection and all, deciding what he really wanted.  He made Callum promise not to set him up with any of his friends.  So Cal had simply not invited anyone else, much to Austin’s relief.

Sitting casually on the balcony with drinks in hand, they had been watching for about an hour and half. The drunken throng was undulating below. Weirdly, no one recognized them, as if there were some kind of spell on the place.  

And people do see them, they know because faces turn and fingers point, and someone shouts, “Show us YOUR tits!”  The same as people on the other balconies have been doing to the crowd.

Of course Callum divests himself of his shirt instantly. Austin is sure the two Sazeracs he’d had in the past hour had nothing to do with it. I mean, when you are rock throwing distance from the iconic Sazerac House, what else are you expected to drink? He laughs and shakes his head as Cal gets smacked in the belly with a few beads.  Cal drapes them around his neck all proud of himself. 

“Chicken,” Cal jokes as he passes Austin to refill his drink.

The faces and colors swirl together under Austin, Yeah, his own two drinks are starting to catch up with him. 

“Why the ‘ell not, when in Rome and all that,” Cal says close behind his ear. 

Austin is immediately turned on at the low Londoner voice and the hot breath on his neck. It’s then that he realizes that the chanting he hears is directed at him, “Off! Off! Off!”

Callum pulls at Austin’s black thrifted Def Leppard  t-shirt, “it’s not like you’ve not shown it off before, beach boy.” 

Austin rolls his eyes in an effort to shake off the sudden feelings. He sets down his tumbler and puts up his arms in surrender, Cal rips off Austin’s shirt, to massive screams below. 

Thank god Austin was too busy dodging beads to see the look of desire on Cal’s face. 

Fuck he just wanted to kiss Austin. 

“Just do it,” Dua told Cal that morning, “Just grab him and lay one on him. Now is the perfect time,  you don't have to try and clear it through a girlfriend. God it’d be so hot. Can I watch?” 

Jesus, Cal needed to wife the hell out of her. This wouldn’t be their first threesome, thanks to her. Cal felt it was too creepy to approach women like that, with him being spoken for and really just a fuckin’ lad from London. Better to let her set it up, and she had no qualms when she saw that look in Cal’s eye. She loved seeing him in pleasure. Austin would be their first guy though. Cal wasn’t always into guys, but who the hell wouldn’t be into Austin. 

Just then, the boys could hear Dua’s voice echoing against the buildings. Her float had just made the corner. They leaned over the railing, shirtless. Cal draped one arm over his friend’s shoulder, praying it looked casual and thankful as hell that the greenery decorating the balcony hid his burgeoning  hard-on. 

Dua was singing her heart out, knowing her man was coming up. When she saw them shirtless, one leaning on the other? Fuck, she wanted to be up there and not down here. It made her giddy, maybe her wish WOULD come true tonight.  

They waved and hooted. She winked and waved back, catching Cal’s eye in inquiry. Cal gave her that huge goofy grin she loved so much and a thumbs up behind Austin’s head. 

They watch her float disappear down the street and turn the corner where the parade route stopped and floats had to dissipate into the ether. There was some kind of hold up that stopped the parade for a min or two. 

“You want another,” Callum nods to Austin’s drink. 

“Nah, I need water,” Austin already knows he cannot keep up with the big lad. He walks in to get a bottled water from the fridge and take a piss. Not in that order.

Austin takes his time, wondering if he should put his shirt back on. The way Cal peeled it from his body made him feel some kind of way. He wasn’t exactly sure if it was the drink or the crowd or both.

He shook his head, thinking maybe he needed the comfort of his shirt back. He walked out onto the balcony with the intention of finding his erstwhile clothing. But fuck, if Cal wasn’t hot, shirtless, one leg casually cocked and leaning  forward against the railing. He’d better add getting horny over seemingly normal things to the list of things Sazeracs did to him. 

He draped his arm over Cal, mimicking the way the big man had done to him. 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!“ the crowd’s cheer started the minute Austin had touched Callum.  

Austin was shaking his head, assuming his big, manly friend wouldn’t. He  turned to smile at Cal who had stood up. But Cal wasn’t smiling, he was biting his lip and looking at him like he was a snack.

The big man reached out and in a flash had Austin’s head in his hands. It was just meant to be a peck with the assumption that Austin would protest. But he didn’t pull away, he didn’t push at Callum.

Austin leaned into it like he’d been waiting for this moment. 

He had.

People screamed, beads pelted his back, but he didn’t give a fuck.  He pushed into Callum, who backed up into the living room and away from the cacophony and peeping eyes outside.  

At first it's just lips pressed on lips and the release of reason, lubricated by rye whiskey and absinthe. 

Cal bumped into the back of the couch and perched his rear on the back. Austin pulled away as his angle changed, looking at his friend. Cal licked the taste of Austin from his bottom lip. Fuck he wants more.  His eyebrows raised slightly in inquiry. Austin just nods, not trusting himself to talk, knowing the liquid courage in his veins is only part of the reason he’s feeling blood tingle in his crotch. Cal wastes no time wrapping his hands around Austin’s naked waist, sliding against his warm skin and pulling him closer. Austin leans in, their lips touch again. It’s less urgent this time, more exploratory. Now long fingered hands are on necks, around waists and gripping wrists. Mouths opened and tongues probed with more care now that they both know the other isn’t going to protest. Austin lets Cal into his hot mouth. Cal licks against Ausitn’s tongue, his head moving eagerly. 

Neither of them noticed the door open.

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i was curious can fans make MDPAU oc? or design? and if yes is there something we need to know for this?

Yeah ofc you can

i'd be so Happy to see ^^

so let give some info though

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For the Fashion in this AU, i'm mainly Inspired by StreetCore outfits on pinterest

depending on the personality of each individual I can choose their clothing, except current Lunatic and Funk, the others are mainly dressed in it

for the colors I take colors I very often avoid colors that are too light or only use very few, because even if at first it doesn't feel like this AU is pretty Dark themedX)

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then if you have noticed each character has a scar somewhere on their bodies, these are in fact marks of a curse posed by RIGHTEOUS (Dream), this one aims to make you feel more and more pain depending on your level of negativity,

the curse resides in an already existing scar caused after trauma

All the individuals in this AU have a Trauma/phobia/mental illness and even addiction which makes their negativity rate unstable which often makes them suffer or lose their minds so to try to calm the problem, they must go see Psy like ERROR (Mistake) to check their mental state and/or help them evacuate

E.g: Blue has ADHD, Lunatic has Dementia, Funk has Head trauma and mute...

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in this AU there are currently 3 emotions and 3 guadians

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Hope it help! :D

Reblog are welcome

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In a Mood

Book: Open Heart, Book 3 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Warning: Mention of pregnancy Category: Grumpy/Sunshine; Angst Word count: 1.3K Prompt: From @kyra75, “Sunshine is humming and singing constantly, while grumpy at best just tolerates it quietly.” A/N: This is a prequel to their proposal fic.💍Hope you don’t mind, Kyra, but I reversed the grumpy/sunshine roles.🤭

Ethan stepped out of the high-end jewelry store, twirling his keys around his finger and sporting an uncontrollable grin. He whistled a happy, upbeat tune as he walked down the block to where he had parallel parked. Settling into the leather seat of his Jaguar, he started the ignition and cranked up the stereo. Safely merged into traffic, his fingers drummed to the classic rock beat as he sang along. “l said, are you gonna be my girl… 🎵🎶🎵… I say you look so fine that I really wanna make you mine… 🎵🎶🎵”

Sawyer woke on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe because it wasn’t the comfy bed she became accustomed to. She’d been sleeping in Ethan’s for the better part of the past year but stayed at her apartment last night to start packing. Her lease ended in a couple of months, and despite Ethan’s offers to pay the penalty for breaking the lease early to encourage her to move in with him, Sawyer insisted on keeping her room until after her board exams. The six-foot-four, blue-eyed sex machine was too great a distraction when she needed to hunker down and study. 

Shuffling down the hall and into the kitchen, she found Sienna balancing a mixing bowl on her hip while she swayed back and forth, singing a Taylor Swift hit. When Sienna noticed her, she shoved a batter-coated spoon into Sawyer's face, suggesting she take over lead vocals, but Sawyer shook her head and grumbled. “Sorry, Sienna. I’m not awake enough for the Eras tour.”

The day continued in the same irritable fashion. She was fifteen seconds late catching the T. While she waited for the next one to arrive, a street musician embarrassingly circled and serenaded her with “The Lady in Red,” making her wish she had picked a different color jacket this morning.

Later, she watched from the gallery as Bryce led his first heart-lung transplant. He bobbed his head and lip-synced to a mix of 90’s alternative rock playing through the operating room’s speaker system. The intro to “Bring Me to Life” by Evanescence began to play. 

“Ohhh yeah,” Bryce hyped and looked to the gallery. “Brooks! It’s our song. Sing with me!” 

Not one to usually shy away from some lighthearted fun, Sawyer just couldn’t get past her funk this morning. “I’m good, buddy.” 

After a couple more headbangers, Sawyer wished him luck on the rest of the procedure and went back to work. 

That afternoon, Ethan suggested a walk to Derry’s Roasters. On the way, he began to whistle a chirpy tune. It was familiar, probably a melody from one of the arias from the opera they attended a few nights ago. “Ugh, not you, too,” she muttered. Ethan wasn’t usually a whistling and humming guy, but something was definitely in the air today, and she seemed to be allergic to whatever it was. 

“Did you say something?” Ethan asked. 

“It was nothing.” 

The annoying merriment continued into the evening hours. Music sounded from the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen as her man prepared dinner. It wasn’t loud, but he sang along with the lyrics. Ethan Ramsey was singing! It should have brought a huge smile to her face and forced her into a fit of laughter, but for reasons she could not explain, it grated on her. 

She fake-smiled her way through dinner, not wanting to project her foul mood on her disgustingly happy boyfriend. When Ethan hopped in the shower and started humming another melody, Sawyer grabbed her phone and headed to the balcony. She texted her best friend, hoping Christian would allow her to vent.  

A couple of days had passed since her text exchange with Christian. Saywer’s moodiness was at an all-time high, though she tried to curb it, especially around Ethan. He had been so sweet the past several days and had done nothing to deserve her bite. 

Hoping a jog would burn off some of the negative energy, Sawyer headed to the waterfront. As she ran along the boardwalk, she made a mental note to shop for a new sports bra because this one felt like it was lacking support. With every pound of the pavement, her breasts ached. Midway through her route, she had to stop for a breather, her body heavy with an unusual fatigue. 

When another female jogger pushing a stroller passed and politely waved, a potentially life-altering thought occurred to her. One that detoured her to the pharmacy on the way back to Ethan’s apartment. 

Sawyer heard his happy tune when he entered the apartment later that evening. Finding her in the kitchen prepping dinner, Ethan greeted her with a “Hi” and kissed her temple. “I’ll be right back,” he said. 

As he put his things away and changed into more comfortable clothes, Sawyer could hear the song he whistled on his lips getting louder as he returned to the kitchen.

Even if she found his carefree mood annoying lately, she couldn’t deny him his happiness. Her heart hurt knowing there was an excellent chance he wouldn't be humming or whistling much in the days to come. Because Ethan Ramsey didn't see kids in his future. He said as much two and a half years ago. When she had asked him the question, the fMRI scan of his brain confirmed it.

Ethan stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her from neck to cheek. He greeted her with a proper kiss when she turned her face toward him. "How was your day off, baby?" he asked.

Baby. 

Sawyer hesitated before answering. With his hand splayed over her stomach, she wanted to say, "It was shocking, and I'm terrified to tell you because it's going to change everything." 

Instead, she shrugged and answered with a deceiving truth. "I went for a jog, ran some errands, and waited for test results."

Ethan kissed her temple again and gently moved her to the side to take over dinner prep. "Stop stressing over those test results, Rookie. You've got nothing to worry about."

Sawyer stepped behind him to hide the mist gathering in her eyes. She squeezed him around the waist, and to herself, she said, "Please let that be true."  

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