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the-rest-of-what-remains · 9 months

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What type of did does Icyrain have? Like, are his alters different people or more aspects of his personality? also, do they have names? Is Icyrain the host or just the collective name they all go by?

Icyrain's DID is very heavily based on my own DID, so I can't really tell you if it's a specific type or not, but below the read more is all the information about him, how he developed DID, and his alters! And this is the reference for how they all view themselves. While fronting in the dark forest, you can occasionally see flashes of their faces, especially when they're emotional. Only First Star feels dysmorphic about being in Icyrain's shape, but that's because he's used to being giant and having horns. Paws has issues walking when fronting because them paws too big.

Icyrain was victim to "kitten snatching", a tactic that started when numbers became scarce in Huntclan. Originated by Ravenstar (and even the tactic used to get Midnightstar, his son), warriors were encouraged to find romance outside of the clan and then kill the partner to take the kits. Sometimes though, they'd find single parents out on the territory to steal from instead. His mother was killed, and he was brought to Huntclan as an orphan at only a moon old. He was cared for only as an asset to train, and he developed DID to protect himself from the rigorous repeated abuse he faced during his "apprenticeship". He's the host and most of the time he's fronting unless something triggers one of his alters to front.

Iris was the first alter to split, being an introject based on distant memories of his mother before he forgot. She's an ideal caretaker, gentle but informative with a natural talent for medicine. Iris cared for the kits until they were big enough because Icyrain had this intense fear of accidentally hurting them. She has the best connection with Icyrain, causing the least amnesia when she switches in. She's often trying to co-front in some amount like a mom watching her kitten play.

First Star split during the intense training sessions he was forced to endure. Based off the idea of the very first leader, a dream Icyrain had frequently about a kind and just but immensely powerful leader. First Star is methodical and skilled in combat but has a very strong moral compass and often polices other alters to ensure they don't lose sight in their morals. He's not very good with words, remaining stoic and aloof. He believes very strongly that there is good in the world.

Paws was split during a very confusing time in Icyrain's life. He had for the most part been able to avoid confronting the situation through dissociation, but to remain unaware of it while trying to raise children wouldn't be ideal. In an effort to not lose that innocence when Icyrain began to confront everything, Paws formed. He's goofy in all the ways that Icyrain lost, obsessed with species of bugs and especially ants. The rest of the system works to protect him, so he doesn't front very often. Think of bug like a representation of the childhood Icyrain lost, able to be protected and cared for despite everything.

Softnight split when Icyrain became tasked with more and more things. He was almost always alone, doing menial or intense work, dissociating during it. Softnight formed to deal with them, working long into the night without much of a word. She's selectively mute and sensitive to noise. She was absolutely thrilled to learn pawspeak, like a part of her had been missing without it. She's unfortunately the least connected with Icyrain, and he has absolutely no memories of what she does.

Icyrain has no word for what he experiences, simply referring to the voices that seemed to stick out from his own thoughts as his "thinking buddies". The body is collectively referred to as Icyrain during life, but in the afterlife, things get a little weird. While they can never separate from him as all part of the same soul, fronting alters can influence the appearance of the soul now that they're not bound to a real body. Quartzpaw and Opalglow learn their names to go along with the flashes of their faces after the initial fright. Lots of "ooooh, that makes sense now" ensues. Opalglow has a bit of a harder time understanding it because she relies on Icyrain emotionally and it makes her distressed when he's not there. Being able to communicate properly helps though, and it does comfort her that she now knows that Icyrain wasn't changing his personality on her on purpose, it was just his alters fronting. Softnight and Opalglow get along. Quartzpaw doesn't notice at all, all of these alters helped raise her, they're all fun playmates. She thinks First star is the coolest guy ever because he's so good at dueling, but he monologues too much before remembering Quartzpaw is deaf. She thinks it's funny to watch him blabber and then look mortified when he remembers.

They're ultimately parts of Icyrain that formed to protect him, and the idea of separating themselves from him make them all deeply uncomfortable. Now that Icyrain doesn't need as intense protection, they're able to both discover themselves and turn their attention to protecting Paws.

#long post #remnantask #clangen #warrior cats #warriors #wcs #Icyrain #Iris #First star #Paws #Softnight

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askyuuandco · 3 months

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What would happen if you meet your friends family members? For example if you meet the First Year's moms?

Yuu: that is an easy questions because I've meet my friends families before. :D

Yuu: Deuce's mom is super cool. Ms. Delia is very kind and hard working. :D

Yuu: Ace's mom is very chatty and also very sassy. And Ace's brother likes to tease him a lot but their mom puts a stop to it.

Yuu: Trey's parents make the best desserts you'd ever see and his siblings are just as kind. X>

Yuu: Cater's family is a little revered but once you get to know them they are pleasant to be around.

Yuu:….F- Riddle's mom…His dad is okay but needs to speak up more and help his son get out of a very tough spot.

Yuu: Leona's Brother Farena is just like Cheka but an adult and much calmer but is very friendly. And his wife is also a bold queen. I can see why Leona would be jelly of his brother and family just a little bit UvU

Yuu: Ruggie has a whole Cackle of people in his family because the family is the whole village he lives in but his Grandma is a tough cookie. Never I seen an old lady bench press a grow adult until I met her. she's not soft no sir. >.>

Yuu: Jack's family is also very kind. Vibe with them well. His siblings are very sweet. Jack is tough on them but on the inside he's a great family man and great big brother to his little siblings.

Yuu: Azul's mom makes the best Italian food and his father is a highly educated man he helps me with how this worlds laws and regulations work. So I guess you can say he's my legal advisor. His half brother is.... He's okay. X>

Yuu: Jade and Floyd's parents act just like them. It's honestly very cute…and scary at the same time. Their mom acts a lot like Jade while their dad acts a whole lot like Floyd but minus the mood swings.

Yuu: Kalim's family is just as big as mine if not a lot bigger. He really is a good big brother too his sibling I'm surprised he hasn't gone nuts like I would have…Doesn't mean I don't love my siblings >v>'///

Yuu: Jamil and Najma bicker all the time but they care for each other but bully each other at the same time. Reminds me of my big brother Ash and my arguments all the time.

Yuu: Rook's mom is very strict and disciplined that it even through me for a loop while Rook's dad is laid back and charismatic like his son. His siblings are seem to be very normal people. =v=

Yuu: Epel's grandma makes the best apple pie in all of Harvest Town! Her grandson acts just like her to very spunky and strong willed she's a true icon. She even taught me how to make stuffed animals! :D

Yuu: Idia and Orthro's mom and dad act just like. Their mom is like Orthro very energetic and kind, strict at times but it's only out of love her sons, because she wants them to grow health and happy physically and emotional. While their dad acts just like Idia all be it more stoic and calm then Idia's he doesn't talk super fast or as much...or at all sometimes, but his actions speak more loudly because he'd do anything for their sons. They even treated me nicely at my stay there too. I can never thank them enough.

Yuu: Well everyone here knows who Lilia is as a person he's Easygoing, friendly, playful, a bit of a prankster, but he can get real serious when he needs to be. He's always there for his kids and even when loses patience with Malleus, Silver, or Sebek and puts his foot down he's still caring towards the boys. He's even been a great figure in my life despite both of us being chaotic balls of nature. He's like my 3rd or 5th positive male figures in my life.

Yuu: Queen Maleficia she's a very interesting person and also a very busy person. When I first meet her she reminded me so much of Malleus she was very curious about the modern realm and gets excited when she learns something new but hides it with a smug aura…yep just like Malleus but how she differs from her grandson is how her calm anger sends shivers down peoples spines. She doesn't yell or throw insults and she doesn't really need so, a flick of the wrist and your dealt with even shocked me a bit really. She's always busy and it's rare to seek an audience with her but that doesn't mean she won't drop everything for you either. She has her kind moments to especially when it's her grandson. she even treats me like her granddaughter or daughter at times. I guess I reminded her of someone. :L

Yuu: Everyone in the Zigvolt family is loud…well except for the dad and older brother. Everyone else. Your ear drums will explode if your just a normal human. I'm surprised Sebek's dad hasn't become deaf yet due to all the yelling. But minus all the yelling they are actually very kind and sweet people. Mrs. Zigvolt even told me funny baby stories of Sebek to Sebek's full dismay. They're also really talented dentist. Mr. Baul he's just like Sebek highly grumpy man but if he spends a full week with you he's nice too you. Lilia said that's a contrast from before.

Yuu: Opps I probably rambled for like an hour sorry about that. I was kind of excited to talk about the people I've in countered and the places I've been too. It's always nice to make good memories with people you care about.

#twisted wonderland #female prefect yuu #ask answered #anon ask

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obscurism · 2 years

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Fluff Alphabet - The Huntress

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about their partner?)

Anna adores everything about you. They are the sun, the moon, and the stars to her. Though if it had to be narrowed down it would be seeing you smile.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of their partners body?)

Their eyes. Despite a language barrier, she can always tell how you feel by your eyes and pays close attention to them. Anna loves how expressive your eyes can be. Window to the soul kinda stuff, ya feel me?

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

At first Anna is probably repulsed by touch since she’s spent so long in isolation and those, she has come across are fighting for their lives against her prowess, but once she becomes more comfortable with a lover’s touch, she’s a cuddle fiend. It’s all she’s going to want to do and will seize every opportunity to do so. Big spoon? Absolutely. Putting her head on your chest or lap after a long day? Her favorite moment. Little spoon? Maybe if you ask nicely.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with her partner look like?)

Listen, this woman probably has no idea what a date even is so in her mind it’s just a way to spend time together. Ideally, she’d probably take you into the forest and teach them about edible plants or maybe bring home a big kill from a hunt and the two of you would share a nice meal.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around their partner?)

Anna is wicked stoic for the most part, and I don’t think shows emotions too much. Though I believe she’d let her guard down sometimes. A smile when proud or happy, a frown when confused or upset, a smirk when feeling a little bit more devious, and perhaps even trying to hide how flustered she is when you give her a kiss.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Ultimately yeah, I think Anna wants a family. She likes caring and providing for others, it’s kinda her love language imo, and I think she’d absolutely love to have a wife and kid.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

She loves to give gifts. Huge ass animal she killed for food? She did it for you to prove how much she loves you and also, it’s dinner. Ring she stole off a survivors finger? It’s your ring now and you’re her wife. A cool rock? Absolutely. A wolf she killed for trying to attack? You got yourself a new fur pelt to keep you warm at night.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Anna will hold your hand at any given moment. Doesn’t matter if you’re walking around the forest or just cuddling, her hands are always holding yours.

I = Injury (how would they act if their partner got hurt?)

First of all she’d be extremely concerned and immediately come to aid. Based on past events with her mom and the little girls she kidnaped she be terrified of your injury taking you away from her, so expect her to be tending to whatever happened and freaking out a bit (even if it was just an accident). Now if it was another killer or survivor that injured you, well safe to say they’re dead on sight.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank their partner? how?)

I think Anna likes to joke around in her own way. Pinching a butt and pretending she didn’t do anything, making you pick up something she knows you can’t lift and playfully teasing you about it before coming in to take care of it.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss their partner?)

While Anna enjoys kissing you at any given moment, she enjoys quick kisses. It’s a way to show affection while during a task, in the middle of the forest where she always has her guard up, or as she’s walking by.

L = Love (how do they show their partner they love them?)

Anna shows her love in many ways, but the top way is providing for you. Making sure that you always have food and a warm place to rest your head at night, she’d think she was a terrible mate if she couldn’t do that for you. Another way she shows her affection is cuddling and dang, this woman loves it.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The first time you two kissed or watching you stare in awe of how beautiful the forest looks with a fresh coat of snow over everything.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Losing you. She wouldn’t be able to handle it mentally and emotionally if she lost you. You become her everything very quickly, and she sometimes goes a little overboard with making sure you’re safe due to her own fears.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

In my humble opinion, it would probably have to be the way she tilts her head side to side as she stands still either watching you or something else.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call their partner?)

Oh, Anna enjoys pet names! She loves to call you котёнок (Kitten) and дорогой (darling). Though she really loves it too when her partner calls her Anya, An’ka, or Anechka (which is just are other variations on her name).

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with their partner?)

While any time with you is wonderful to her, she enjoys taking you through the forest for walks just to enjoy the fresh air. She really also enjoys just being in the cabin together whether it be relaxing in bed or sharing a warm meal.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

I can’t think of a song that reminds me specifically of her, but songs that have more of a mood to them, ya know? I’m not sure why my brain associates these two songs first but uh, have at ‘em.

Ivardensphere – Orcus

Ari Mason – Dim the Lights

S = Secrets (how open are they with their partner?)

Anna is a guarded person and doesn’t really enjoy feeling vulnerable, so I think it would take time for her to feel comfortable enough to tell you things, though she wouldn’t ever keep a secret that would harm you.

T = Time (how long did it take to get together with their partner?)

Well, she probably kidnapped you, so if you count that as ‘getting together’ then very quickly. Though for you both to become ‘official’ as a couple, it probably took a good deal of time as she had to earn her trust with you slowly after ya know, the whole kidnapping thing.

U = Upset (how do they act when their partner is upset?)

Anna will immediately want to resolve the issue. She doesn’t want you to be upset and will immediately try to figure out what’s wrong. They won’t be happy until you’re happy once more. For example, if you’re getting cranky cause you’re hungry, expect Anna to have snacks on her if you go out into the woods the next time to avoid that scenario.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show their partner off?)

Anna is proud of not only her survival and hunting capabilities, but she’s proud that she can provide in abundance for not only herself, but you as well. While she would love to show you off, she’s extremely hesitant. She’s very possessive of you and would immediately kill anyone who she felt got a little too close to you. She’d rather keep you tucked away nice and safe.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about their partner fighting? Would they fight for their partner, beside them, etc?)

She’d like you to be able to defend yourself, and will teach you to, but she’d rather you not be in the position to need to in the first place. Anna would not only fight for you but kill anyone for you. You say the word? They’re dead. They hurt you in any way? Dead. Say the wrong thing? Also dead.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read their partner?)

After being with you long enough Anna will be able to read you without even having to think much. Since there’s a language barrier, she learns your nonverbal cues for how you’re feeling or what you may want or need. From the way you might look down when upset about something, the way your lips curl in the slightest of smiles, or just how open your body language is, she’ll be able to understand you perfectly even without words.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to their partner?)

It’s of my opinion that Anna seems like a very traditional person in regard to romance. So of course, you’re getting a ring that she’s stolen off a body. She’ll hide it and while on a walk she’ll take you to a nice scenic area in the forest, take your hands in hers and give you the ring.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Anna is a very calm person to begin with, so I think what helps her really relax and be fully calm is knowing you’re safe and taken care of and when the two of you can share a content silence as you work on different things at the same time.

#anna the huntress #anna the huntress x reader #anna the huntress x you #anna dbd #the huntress dbd #anna the huntress dbd #no one asked for this but I wanted to do it #i love some good fluff

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duckybarnes1917 · 2 years

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Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 18

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

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Summary: Bucky thinks things with his family are too good to be true.

Warnings: Bucky's anxiety, panic attack. Mentions of pre-war Bucky.

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Finally, Bucky was led into the house. He scanned the room of even more familiar, yet unfamiliar faces and his eyes landed on a large portrait of his parents above the fireplace. They looked just as they did the last time Bucky had seen them. His dad was in uniform, always so stoic. Bucky knew if he’d been able to, his dad would have gone to war with him all those years ago. At least Bucky had made him proud. The night before he was shipped off to war, he had come home drunk and depressed. He had tried to forget, had gotten him and Steve dates, but Steve had left him. He spent his last night with two strangers, worried about his best friend. His dad found him crying silently on the couch. His father never said anything, just held him until he fell asleep. Bucky woke up the next morning embarrassed, avoiding his father’s eye. He wasn’t a coward. He would fight for his country, for what was right. But what if he didn’t come back…? There was so much that he still needed to do, that he needed to experience. He was lost in his thoughts, staring at the eggs his mom had made him when his dad’s hand clamped down on his shoulder. Bucky saw nothing but love in his brown eyes. His father never brought up the previous night. He simply told him he was proud and that he loved him.

Bucky’s eyes moved to his mother’s face in the portrait. Her blonde hair was pinned perfectly in place and her cheeks were rosy. She looked happy but enervated. The day Bucky left, his mother didn’t cry, but Bucky knew that was for his benefit. He didn’t think he’d have been strong enough to leave if she’d have asked him to stay. When he was at war, scared and tired and cold, he thought of her. He wondered if she knew he had cried out for her when he laid in the cold snow, fighting death. Not for Steve, not for God, he just wanted his mother.

“This was done shortly after you left.”

Bucky turned and saw his sister. After all these years, she still looked the same to him. Her hair was gray, but her eyes were still a sparkling blue and her smile hadn’t changed a bit. A wave of emotion almost crushed him and he had to remind himself she was 93 years old and he couldn’t crush her in a hug like he wanted. With as much self-control as he could muster, he closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms gently around her.

He squeezed his eyes shut; he knew he was shaking but he couldn’t make it stop.

“It’s okay, don’t get all emotional,” Betty whispered to him. “We have to eat first.”

Bucky laughed and pulled back. “Thanks… I…” He genuinely didn’t know what to say. ‘I missed you’ didn’t cover half of it.

“Come on, there’s time for talking later. Dinner is ready.” Betty grabbed his hand and led him toward the dining room.

The large dining table was full of every Christmas food Bucky could imagine. They had ham, turkey, duck, and goose. Tons of vegetables and other side dishes, and Deena had reminded everyone to save room for dessert.

“This must have taken you weeks,” you said to Deena. Bucky was glad you both seemed to get along well. Just as he had suspected, everyone seemed to be infatuated with you.

Deena waved her hand as if to say it was no big deal. “I didn’t really do anything but supervise. Our chef, Ronaldo, is amazing. I’ll have to give you his card.”

You laughed shortly before returning your attention to the plate in front of you. Bucky smiled and rubbed your thigh under the table. The two of you had been separated almost as soon as you had arrived and now that everyone was immersed in their own conversations, he just needed a moment to feel you. You shot him a glance when his hand moved a little higher under your skirt, but he just shrugged his shoulders and kept eating, trying to ignore the swirl of anxiety that had been pestering him since the coffee shop. The longer he was away from you, the larger it grew.

He should be happy, over the moon, but he was scared. Scared that this was all a dream or an elaborate ruse. They were too perfect. Everything about this was too perfect. How many times had he dreamed of this before he forced himself to stop hoping? He didn’t believe in God anymore, but if there was one, Bucky couldn’t help but think he would never allow him to have this much happiness.

After Deena had poured you a glass of vodka punch, you had relaxed. Bucky’s family was lovely. Of course they were. No one had been anything but welcoming since the second you got out of the car. Even with a few microaggressions here or there, you felt safe and overwhelmingly happy for Bucky.

So you were a bit confused as to why he was squeezing the fuck out of your thigh under the table. You had lost track of the conversation, too busy focusing on Bucky’s body language. He was shutting down. His eyes barely left the plate in front of him but he wasn’t eating anymore. You glanced around the room, no one seemed to notice. They were all tipsy and laughing.

You rubbed Bucky’s hand and waited for him to look at you, but he just squeezed you tighter.

“You good?” You whispered as you scooted a little closer to him.

Bucky nodded curtly and slowly released the grip he had on your thigh.

“Buck—”

“Fine,” Bucky cut you off with a strained smile.

You backed off, giving his hand one more squeeze under the table.

You tuned back into the conversation; glad no one was paying you or Bucky any mind. You thought listening to them reminisce about past Christmases would be good for Bucky. He had missed so much and now had the chance to relive it all with people who loved him. But, suddenly, Bucky jumped up from the table, his chair scratching loudly against the floor.

Everyone went silent, staring at him, and you could see the panic in his eyes.

“It’s okay.” You jumped up from your seat and grabbed Bucky’s hand. “We’ll be right back.”

You led Bucky out of the room and kept walking until you were far enough away that no one would hear.

“Are you okay?” You asked tentatively, trying to get Bucky to look at you.

He took a deep breath and shook his head with the exhale.

“It’s too hot,” Bucky sounded like he was choking.

You quickly pulled his sweater over his head and pushed him toward a bench further down the hall.

“Water?” you asked, fanning him as much as you could with your cloth napkin.

“No, don’t leave.” Bucky put his head between his legs and took several deep breaths.

You were quiet as you rubbed his back soothingly. Had you been so caught up in your own anxiety that you had totally missed his?

Bucky sat up again and looked a little less pale. “Can we walk a bit?”

“Of course, baby. What’s going on?”

Bucky stood up and took you with him. “I just—I got so anxious. It wouldn’t go away.”

You walked down a large hallway. Several family portraits decorated the walls. Each one of Bucky’s sisters was immortalized in large gilded frames. They were breathtaking, and you lost focus for a moment, staring up at them. But Bucky was pulling you down the hall as if he wanted to be anywhere but here.

“They were talking about all those family memories and I just–all I could think about is where I was when they were moving on without me. They were eating fucking goose, and I was having poison injected in my veins; assassinating people and getting the shit beat out of me if I even thought about resisting. I was out there and they had no idea.”

You rubbed his arm, not knowing what else to do. “It’s not fair to you or to them. But you’re here now and they’re so excited.”

Bucky nodded, stopping to pull you into a hug. “I was alone for so long.”

You hugged him tighter. “You’re never gonna be alone again, Buck. Never.”

“God, I love you.” Bucky’s hands moved down your waist until they settled on your ass. He left them there, just holding you gently.

“Feeling better?” You tried to move, but he held you in place.

“Almost,” Bucky muttered against your hair.

“You’re not seriously about to try to get in my pants in the hallway, are you?”

Bucky chuckled and you breathed a sigh of relief; he must be feeling better.

“No, your ass is like my comfort pillow. It helps me feel grounded.”

You snorted. “You’re serious?”

“I could also use a boob, but this was easier.”

“Ok, you’re clearly better. Let’s go finish dinner.”

Bucky groaned and gave you one last squeeze. “Fine, but,” Bucky leaned down so his breath was hot on your ear, “you have to let me eat you later to destress.”

You squeezed your thighs together and quickly nodded. “Deal.”

With his hand securely in yours, you led Bucky back to the boisterous dining room. Someone had refilled both of your plates with heaping amounts of food and your glasses with dark wine. You smiled to yourself as you watched Bucky dig in. The more he ate and laughed, the more relaxed he appeared. You could imagine him back in the 40s, carefree and full of so much life, so much optimism. For the first time since you met him, you truly believed Bucky had the opportunity to have all of that and more.

After dinner, Deena and Connor herded everyone into the parlor for dessert. Laura played the piano and everyone sang along to various carols. Bucky finally felt relaxed. He kept close to Betty’s side, still so shocked that she was really there. You mingled, but never too far. He didn’t think he could have done this without you.

He could feel Betty’s eyes on him as he looked around the room. The Christmas tree was massive. It had to be at least 12 feet tall. It was covered in white and gold ornaments, sparkly garland, and soft white lights. A fat gold star sat at the top, and Bucky wondered how they even got it up there.

“Do you remember our last Christmas together?”

Betty nodded with a slight smile. “I got you socks… didn’t want your feet to get cold when you were in the war.”

Bucky smiled. “I’m pretty sure you took them out of my drawer and wrapped them up, though.”

“I didn’t have any money. What did you expect?”

They laughed quietly until Betty’s eyes turned sad. “Was that the last Christmas you celebrated?”

“Well,” Bucky cleared his throat and rubbed his palms on his jeans. “We celebrated as much as we could during the war. But it wasn’t the same. After that… I didn’t really have a reason to celebrate anything.”

They both went quiet then until you sauntered over with a plate of apple pie. You stood at Bucky’s side, almost shyly. He grabbed your waist and pulled you down into his lap.

“I brought you some pie,” you murmured.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Bucky kissed your cheek.

“He always was a bit of a ladies’ man,” Betty said. “Every week, a new girl on his arm.”

“Not true!” Bucky shook his head.

You laughed, leaning against his chest. “Oh, I can imagine. With this face, and that uniform…”

Bucky could feel himself blushing and, thankfully, Betty changed the subject, asking you about how the two of you had met. He wondered if it was hard for you to lie; it didn’t seem like it. Your made-up story about meeting him at a bar, spending the night flirting and playing pool, made him wish it was true. Not that anything was wrong with how he had met you (on a top secret mission you both worked with Sam), but your story sounded so��normal. If your lives were more normal, if he was more normal, would you have said yes to the baby?

Deena grabbed Betty’s attention and pulled her away to the other side of the room to watch the children open gifts. Bucky felt you relax against him.

“That was a nice story.”

You huffed a laugh, “not as interesting as how we really met, but I don’t want to scare her off. Make her think I’m no good for you.”

“She likes you. They all do.” Bucky opened his mouth as you fed him a piece of pie.

“I like them too.”

Bucky felt the blood rush out of his head as you kept feeding him pie. His thoughts were quickly getting inappropriate, and he willed himself not to get hard sitting here in front of his whole family. The worst part was that you weren't even aware of the effect you were having on him. He remembered raunchy talks with the commando’s, several of the men insisting that marriage was a death sentence and would ruin the sex. They didn’t know what they were talking about, clearly. Because the more Bucky thought about marrying you, about having a life with you forever, the harder it was for him to keep his cock under control.

“No more.” Bucky forced himself to refuse the next bite and lifted you off his lap. Later, he reminded himself.

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thevindicativevordan · 8 months

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Superman #10 - Wish the Old West story had gone longer and Terra-Man’s showing wasn’t as good as I hoped, but Redondo’s art still made this an enjoyable issue. Ending confirms Lena II is not the person wearing the Lexcorp power armor. Betting it's her aunt, Lena I (Lex's sister), last we saw of her she was imprisoned under Lexcorp tower by Lex during his SuperLex phase. Guess where the Revenge Squad breaks into during their assault on Lexcorp Tower? With Lex's extended family becoming more prominent, she's the only one left who hasn't shown up and is still alive.

Superman: Lost #10 - Final issue is out and it’s… interesting. On one hand the science of it all kinda makes sense and I can sorta follow along with how Priest managed to cut the proverbial Gordian knot he tied for himself. It all ends up being a fakeout of course, Hope’s baby isn’t Clark’s at all, it’s the kid of the guy she killed. Clark yanks a version of himself from earlier in the timeline and sends him back to Lois so she can get her husband back rather than the stranger he’s become. It’s an interesting approach in line with Priest’s love of messing with the timeline. Emotionally though… I dunno I don’t like how Priest ended up doing fake outs at every turn. Given this ends with there being two Supermen, one who is still the “classic” version and the other who has changed so much in 20 years, I don’t get why he didn’t just do the same story except Clark actually did cheat and had a kid with Hope. Ending would have been the same, he yanks an "unspoiled" version of himself from earlier in the timeline to be with Lois while white suit Superman accepts he’s changed too much to return to his old life. That would have been more satisfying to me personally, and taken more advantage of this being an Elseworld. Enjoyed the story all the same.

World’s Finest #23 - Gog's motive here reminds me of the motivation for the Big Bad of Arcaneum. Stories where the afterlife is a real thing raise interesting moral questions that I enjoy seeing explored. What Gog is doing is monstrous, but his plan to kill Darkseid via a suicide mission that will also guarantee all the heroes who die undertaking it get into Heaven/Valhalla is super fucked up because it does make a twisted sort of sense. If you know Valhalla is real and you know how to get there, is it a terrible thing to ensure that a bunch of people go there even if you use reprehensible means? They get to live forever in bliss after all. Of course the Supermen aptly demonstrate my feelings regarding that this issue. Looks like Darkseid is going to thin out the heroic ranks regardless unfortunately, maybe Gog will get what he wants after all.

GL: WJ #5 - I can't decide if John continuing to use a construct of his sister to set his mom at ease is wholesome or fucked up. Can something be both at the same time? I feel like it will end badly. Totally get why he does it, had a similar experience with my grandma. There's no happy ending where dementia is concerned. It does call attention to how both Stewart and the Queen are using the dead for their own purposes. Stewart is obviously morally better, he’s not enslaving his sister’s soul and all he wants is to help his mom, but it is a point of overlap between the two. Another great moment is where he tells Shepherd that heroes are as fragile as the people they protect, and flashes to his mom was so good. This series has done a great job showing John's emotional core beneath his stoic exterior.

JLvGvK #4 - Aquaman unleashing a Kraken to beat back the Monsterverse Kaijus is the kind of dumb fun I’m here for.

Hellblazer #1 - Team doesn’t miss a beat from where they left off, great start. For a second I was hoping to see Levi Kramel show up instead of Holland, but the swamp being turned into a golf course is the first acknowledgement I’ve seen of how the South has become more “business friendly” since the 80s when Moore wrote about the area.

Wonder Woman #5 - As a "Circe is Wonder Woman's archnemesis" believer, it made me happy that Sovereign was nervous about recruiting her and conceded she might possibly use him to her advantage rather than the other way around. Turning Steel into a pig before accepting the offer made me cackle too. Also as someone who thinks Grail doesn't have to suck, Sovereign respecting her enough to recruit her in person was a nice touch. Grail being the evil dominatrix certainly is one way to build her up as a foil for Diana. Glad King is not having all of the Wondy villains meekly follow Sovereign's lead, they all show that they're not lackies like Steel is by bullying him when he tries to recruit him. What the hell is going on with Angle Man though, I'm intrigued. Yara sounded off but I do think King mostly understood what drives each of the Girls. Yara's a hothead who cares underneath all her bravado, Cassie is the tomboy who became more comfortable with herself after meeting Diana, and Donna is Diana's little sister and thus the most like her. Donna challenging Diana to playing video games actually made me smile, do I like Donna now? I don’t know if I want to connect with that character given her convoluted nature, but King is winning me over. And yeah I loved how they decided fuck their oaths actually, they were going to help Diana like it or not.

Fantastic Four #16 - Lovely issue featuring the kids, I’m a sucker for whenever it’s shown that while she might be smarter than her dad, Val is still just a kid and makes mistakes. I also like how Franklin is portrayed as a capable pilot, something he has in common with his Uncle Johnny.

#weekly reviews

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katyspersonal · 2 years

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Okkkkay I've finished watching season 1 of Star Trek (ToS) so here are my thoughts:

- I have some criticism to how episodes are structured- i.e. every episode lasts 50 minutes but 49 are an action and the very last 50th minute is the resolution :facepalm:

- Nonetheless, episodes are FUN to watch. They remind me of what I loved about Classic Who - every episode is a contained story and addresses an oddly specific societal issue through an episodic character

- I already talked about Lazarus episode in a separate post, but still, I think that's good enough that a single episode can cause a wholeass essay about ethics

- I think I legit love Spock, lmao

- I mean not as much in character crush way (though this too), but as in, admiration way. Like you know how some people get gender envy? Well he is more like neurotype envy thing for me o_o' I don't think words can describe how much I want to be as stoic and logical as him. He is, like... Neurodivergency envy. The only way I can describe how I feel.

- However, interactions between McCoy and Spock are the funniest thing ever XD

- McCoy is THE most funny character in general

- I also loved an oddly personal moment about Spock! There was an episode about the spores on a certain planet causing people to be happy relaxed idiots without ambitions... And although Kirk figured later that sending a certain sound currency could cause the liberation effect, Spock tho? He knew one of the people affected (a woman named Layla, pardner if I spelled her name wrong), and despite the plan, he chose to deal with her PERSONALLY, by breaking her heart

Like... This was NOT necessary in the slightest, and it was very sweet of him

- In general, I am very happy about how Spock is treated. He is not idealized, but he is not condemned either! His near computery, logical approach sometimes fails everyone but sometimes saves the day! Some people love it, some people hate it. He feels like a person with unusual brain more than he feels like an alien, and this is good! He was the best display of neurodivergent person before it became cool.

- There also was a character Khan (again sorry if I misspell the name; again, I watch it with my mom who knows exactly 0 English so we get subtitles). But this character was really charismatic o_o Feels a waste to have him for just one episode

- I noticed they dropped the character.. again. There was this blonde staff member (you know, the one with checker hair style)? She just mysteriously vanished ;-; Wish it wasn't done like that, she was promoted like a rather consistent character.

- Basically: Kirk, Spock and Leonard McCoy are the MAIN trio, and then Uhura, Sulu and Scott are secondary characters who are consistent

- I think I warmed up to Kirk completely. I had a period of not having attachment to him, but he is cool, really. The way he keeps the ice cold blood when his long term staff member- heck, when his BROTHER dies? Incredible. Like, he is a very strong person, he is a natural leader that is able to think about BIG things regardless of his emotions (and he doesn't have Spock's privilege of muting them). That's really all there is to him.

- The episode about traveling back in time was DEPRESSING. He met a woman of his dreams - the dreamer, the pacifist, the person way ahead of her time - only to learn that she had to tragically die at young age, without any of her ambitions fulfilled, so the history of humankind unravels the way it did, and doesn't die early. I believe her name is spelled as Edith? It was just really fucking sad. Again, the moral question of sacrificing one (very good!) person to save many. Just... why Kirk had to LEARN this? It just felt sad and cruel.

- The episode where it looked like Kirk was protecting the no balls l00sers, but they turned out to be superior energetic beings trapping humans and Klingons into not fighting genuinely surprised me

Any ways, I can say why the series gained so much love back then. Gonna share my impressions (that only 2 people get) later

#star trek #watch log #dammit #every other episode is depressing

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maiyab · 1 year

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I almost never post here but I just need to cry into the void.

My dog Ollie has been sick for the past week and keeps getting worse. We’ve taken him to multiple vets and are trying to figure out what’s wrong with him and I’m so scared and worried sick for him.

On top of all of my worry and fear and panic is how alone I feel. My mom doesn’t want me venting to her because she says it’s bad to spiral with our worries. Any time I’ve tried to approach expelling my worries to her gets shut down. And I get it, she’s not wrong and she’s not in a place to take on my stress and panic too. She’s been quiet and stoic for the most part throughout all this, just trying to keep it locked down and take things one step at a time.

And then my dad is the complete opposite— he’s spiralling like crazy, his mind always jumping to the worst case scenario and he’s full of worry and emotions.

So mom has been managing dads panic so she can’t take mine on too.

So I’ve been trying to keep it inside as much as I can because dad is overwhelmed and mom can’t take on any more but I feel so lost and alone with my fears and I wanna cry and I’ve cried alone to myself but I just can’t take the loneliness on top of my fears and worries for my dog.

I tried again tonight to broach it with my mom but it got shut down (in a nice way, but still shut down.)

I’ve also been having my own health problems that have been scaring me, and that are making this harder to manage for myself.

Also my Auntie M came up to visit and to watch our other dogs while we took Ollie to an emergency 24hr clinic, and she’s great and I love that she did that, but I feel bad if I were to try to vent to her because she just did all of this for us and she’s got a lot of stress on her plate too

I was also in a huge panic about money yesterday to pay for these vet bills so I reached out to a few friends about gift cards that I had from my bday and Xmas that I was saving in hopes that I could sell to them, explaining my situation and asking if any of them would be interested in the gift cards so that I could use the money to help go towards vet costs. I was able to sell a couple which really really helped and I thanked profusely about that and I’m sincerely grateful I was able to sell some. But I haven’t had anyone reach out asking about how me or Ollie is doing so I don’t want to keep messaging friends because clearly people are busy so I don’t wanna message and not hear back or hear back but they’re kinda busy and are just being nice and then I’m a bother and I don’t want people to listen to me vent just because they feel like they should have to.

I just want to cry about this to someone and feel heard and helped— I feel a breakdown building up in me bigger and bigger and I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t really have any followers on here so I’m just hoping that sending this out into the empty cyberspace might help cathartically, I don’t know. I honestly feel sick all day and like this big pit is inside me and I’m not sleeping well and I’m scared.

More selfishly, I just feel like this has happened a few times in my life, where no one checks in on me specifically to ask how I’m doing when something upsetting is happening, even when I go out of my way to check in on others in the same scenarios. And I can’t just reach out and ask someone to check in on me. I have a very supported and loved life, but when bad times happen, I just feel alone often.

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criticalbennifer · 1 year

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Why ‘The Mother’ Is Jennifer Lopez’s Most Exciting Work Since ‘Enough’

By: Karla Rodriguez

Aside from Selena, Jennifer Lopez’s Enough tends to be one of the films that people name as her best.

While she has received praise for her performance in movies like Hustlers and is rom-com royalty thanks to films like Maid in Manhattan and The Wedding Planner, it’s Lopez’s role as a mom fighting to protect her child in the 2002 film that has stuck with fans.

Lopez is returning to that style of action with Netflix’s The Mother after years away from the genre. While Enough was more of a thriller/drama, her character, Slim, had some intense fight scenes against her abusive ex-husband that serve as a permanent reminder that Lopez could have taken over the action genre if she had chosen to. In The Mother, Lopez plays an assassin who comes out of hiding to destroy the men she has been running away from to protect her teenage daughter, Zoe (Lucy Paez).

Zoe was placed in the witness protection program by the FBI as a baby, and her mother had to accept a life without her child to keep her safe. The mother teams up with FBI Agent William Cruise (Omari Hardwick), and they devote themselves to keeping Zoe alive when the ghosts from her mother’s past come knocking. The mother (the character’s name is not revealed throughout the film) uses her skills, tenacity, and heart to annihilate anyone threatening her daughter’s well-being.

Lopez has always had the physique and strength of an action star, the presence of a movie star, and the charm of a rom-com queen. Still, she has steered away from these types of physical roles for most of her career to focus on more comedic, “chick flick” types, but this one is proof that she had it in her all along. In The Mother, Lopez easily jumps on top of cars, handles all the weapons with the confidence of a seasoned soldier, and fights bad guys with the expertise of someone who has starred in all of the John Wick films.

She’s also stoic in her delivery, as her character is a cold-blooded assassin who is constantly under attack and fighting for survival. She also does show small glimpses of her softer, more emotional, and maternal side that fans love from her, as she connects with Zoe, showing her range once again. The best part is Lopez is leading this action film in her 50s and takes this on with more intensity than someone half her age. “To be able to get a big action movie like this at this point in my career, where I thought I’d be doing this in my 20s and 30s—and I did do a little bit, but not on this level—it’s very exciting,” Lopez tells Complex. “It was very empowering for me to be entrusted with that.”

Director Niki Caro, on the other hand, says she couldn’t think of anyone else she trusted to play the lead well. “It was so clear that as a physical performer, she is so legendary so she brings all of that skill and precision to the action elements,” Caro tells Complex. “But what I was most interested in was her depth and range and skill as a dramatic actress. I love her as a dramatic actress. I love her in the subtle moments, she is so strong and it’s so emotional watching this character become vulnerable with this child.”

A lot has happened in Lopez’s life since she starred in Enough, but the most significant change was that she wasn’t a mother when she played Slim. She welcomed twins Max and Emme in 2008 with ex-husband Marc Anthony, so tapping into those real feelings of being an overprotective mom made a difference this time around. And that’s saying a lot because her mother-daughter chemistry with child star Tessa Allen, who played Gracie Hiller in Enough, is one of her best onscreen dynamics to date and Lopez didn’t have kids then.

“Being a mother and especially a mother of teens [during filming], and them being the same kind of age as Lucy, there were a lot of things that, playing this role made me think about that then it made me think about in my real life, too,” Lopez says. “So the two things were kind of converging at the same time and really helped me to fall into a place with the character that felt very kind of deep for me. And I think that that comes out on the screen.”

Watching Lopez in this role should be empowering for everyone to see—both men and women, children and parents. To also see her male co-stars Omari Hardwick, Joseph Fiennes, and Gael García Bernal gladly bend the knee and serve as her support as she leads the explosive film is special.

“We’re very proud of that, it was massive to not only witness but to aid and abet it,” Hardwick, who also recently worked with Halle Berry, Toni Collette, and Marsai Martin, tells Complex. “It’s a yesteryear of reality that Hollywood did not call upon her chronological age. Hollywood would not have given or granted the opportunity for her to do a role like this…I’ve had a year of women. It was obvious that God was going, ‘Go help women out, be that for me, do that, so I just did it.”

Caro says casting the men surrounding Lopez was the most challenging aspect of making the film. Each one of them had to be strong enough as an actor to go toe-to-toe with Lopez but also understand that it was her movie. “It takes a strong and unique man in this industry that can hold his strength and power but not be No. 1 and to support a woman in a big action movie role, and those guys are super cool,” the director says.

One of the constant criticisms Lopez receives from fans about her movies is that her leading men tend to be white. And a look at her projects shows that it’s historically true: In her two more recent releases, Shotgun Wedding and Marry Me, her co-stars were Josh Duhamel and Owen Wilson. This time around, the chemistry between her and Hardwick, and the tension between her and Bernal show that a diverse supporting cast also brings out the best in her. Hardwick believes that having similar backgrounds helped facilitate the easiness in connection and chemistry between them on set that was also apparent on the screen.

“It was immediate [with Jen], which was like cheat code, man. You don’t usually get that,” Hardwick says. “I’m from Decatur, Georgia. I’m from the Dec, she’s from the BX. But we made it to rooms that are crazy, that the kids in our neighborhood would have never imagined that we’d make it to. I think Jen and I saw that in each other immediately.”

An all-around diversification within her projects was needed at this level of her career and leaning away from the more comedic and rom-com roles might get her the recognition she’s been seeking. A portion of her 2022 Netflix documentary Halftime, focused on the critical response to her performance in 2019’s Hustlers, for which she received a Best Supporting Actress Golden Globe nomination—her first since 1998’s Selena. There were Oscars rumors as well, but when that didn’t materialize, Lopez was crushed.

No matter how many goals, box office No. 1s, or fan-favorite films she has made, the actor is still looking for the praise and acknowledgment that comes from awards. And that’s natural in this business. Hustlers was also a bit of a departure from what she usually does, and her performance was a standout. She was up against Laura Dern in Marriage Story at the Golden Globes, who was almost impossible to beat, but the nomination alone was enough to show that Lopez triumphs artistically when she pushes her own boundaries.

Lopez’s interests have always gone beyond film, and acting has never been her only focus. She was a triple threat from the start and has since become a global superstar, a TV personality, and a business mogul, with skincare lines, makeup lines, and an alcohol brand. Her passions are shifting now that she is in her 50s but that’s how she’s managed to stay relevant across various realms of entertainment, cultures, and industries—she continues to challenge herself, evolve, take on new opportunities, and simply never stops working.

There will likely be criticism of her performance in The Mother, which is expected. Lopez seems to be a magnet for snide remarks from fans and critics who tear her down for her acting skills, singing abilities, and even who she is as a person. (Her co-star Paez refutes those claims though, and refers to Lopez as “down to earth” and recalls her being kind to everybody on set.) But any criticism that may come won’t take away from what Lopez has achieved with this film this far into her career.

Next up, Lopez is to star in Unstoppable, a film by her husband Ben Affleck and Matt Damon’s new production company Artists Equity. Deadline reported that the movie is about the life of wrestler Anthony Robles—played by fellow Bronx native Jharrel Jerome—who was born with one leg and won a national championship title in 2011. Affleck has two Oscars under his belt for his storytelling and directing, so Lopez is in good company for where she’s at professionally. We might be witnessing a new era in her acting career as a drama and action star, and it’s here where her critics will see that she didn’t get this far by accident.

The Mother, out on Netflix on May 12 just in time for Mother’s Day, is a small taste of all that Lopez has always been and will always be capable of doing—and that’s to be limitless on and off the screen.

#jennifer lopez #jlo #the mother #press/article #2023 #complex

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paper-trails-ask-blog · 1 year

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Protagonists

Peter is a calm, organized young-adult, between the ages of 17 to 18. He has a big love for nature and history and is often seen reading about either. He prefers comfortable clothes with plenty of pockets to hold different items- like first aid, small notebooks, maps, ex. His usual wear (outside of school uniform) is hiking pants and boots, a long-sleeved shirt, and a hat.

His development through the story is to understand control and accept help. Being the most powerful of all of his friends, Peter feels often responsible for their success and well-being.

Alongside all that, if he loses control over himself, his powers will react accordingly and he could hurt people more than help them. He will learn to control his powers and rely on his friends, even if he doesn’t want them to bear his toll.

Ability: Earth

Notable traits:

Doesn’t know much pop culture

Can't detect sarcasm well

Dreams of being a teacher

Loves to hike

Omer Narcis is an energetic, friendly boy, 16 years old. He likes being around people, singing, playing music, and taking pictures. He can often be seen trying to find someone to talk to or playing guitar. He wears bright shirts and likes to keep clean.

His development in the story is about empathy and compromise- learning that others’ emotions and experiences make them different, respecting those differences, and meeting people halfway.

Ability: Charisma

Notable traits:

Cannot sit still

Freezes when in danger

Very family orientated

Doesn’t plan ahead

Gil is an indifferent and artistic kid, 15 years old. She likes to write, act, and direct, and can be often seen practicing her illusions and perfecting them. She prefers oversized shirts and many colors but tries to not stand out too much.

Her development through the story is opening up about things she loves and who she is. As people often exhaust her, she has a hard time maintaining relationships and knowing how to talk to people. She has to learn to put herself out more and she will find joy in people’s company, as little as she needs it to be, and in sharing her passions.

Ability: illusions

Notable traits:

Studies best alone

Attached to physical items

Dreams to one day publish her own book

Can talk best to other artists

Ayelet Shahar Eshed is an angry, untrusting 14-year-old girl. She loves listening to music and being in her own head, and would often hide away to read her favorite comic books. She can be seen wearing her gray hoodie jacket and tracksuit pants, but her favorite shirt is a purple-orange long sleeve T, the same as her favorite character in a comic.

Her development in the story is learning to trust. After her her mom got arrested and her dad took her away, she often shuts herself away, always willing to help but never getting close. She will learn what she’s comfortable with and how to communicate it to others. She will find that it’s ok to be vulnerable and that having people by your side helps you grow stronger.

Ability: Heat regulation

Notable traits:

Loves doing sports

Sensitive ears

Loves learning new things

Has a sweet tooth

Supporting characters

Tehillah “Talli” Basir - a stoic, kind woman who lives with a young girl named Shay on the road. She’s a caretaker at heart but all her life she never liked sitting still or settling. She has worked hard all her life because that's the thing she does best and feels fulfilled doing so.

In her van, with a car trailer behind her, she runs a small business called “Basir Gardens” where she offers plants and garden services. You will often see her busy, answering phone calls, tending to her plants, cooking, or minding other responsibilities.

Her development through the story is to look back at her past with fondness, or at least acceptance. She comes to terms with her mistakes from when she was young and understands that it’s never too late to ask for forgiveness, or maybe even for an apology.

Ability: Plant manipulation

Notable traits:

People’s person

Restless, always working

Artistic (notably, illustrates plants in a notebook)

Stubborn

Shay Basir - a creative, deaf artist at 14, lives with Basir and studies as they travel. Shay is joyful and passionate, and because not many people speak sign language, she writes in the spiral notebook she carries with her everywhere to doodle.

She’s patient but quick to judge, which leads her to easily trust or discard people. As the story progresses, she’ll learn to see people for all their parts before jumping to conclusions.

Ability: Wind (temperature shift)

Notable traits:

Romantic

"Airhead", dork

Surprisingly dark sense of humor

Hates maths

#ocs #original characters #description #protagonists #peter #gil #Shahar #omer #basir #shay

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if fans wanted to include peach in stuff they write, would that be okay? and how would they write peach's personality? aside from "FIGHT ME" anyway, i think that much is a given lol. i only really write the anime characters 'cause that's what i know, but it sounds like it'd be kinda fun to try making a version of ash that fits into this blog's universe! nerf'd Obviously, but i think she'd probably appreciate how hands-on he gets when training his pokemon!

Ok, I get a lot of these messages, and I often hear folks wanting to throw peach into their stories and comics and writings, and I will always simply ask that if it’s published online publicly, to be linked to it so I can snoop and enjoy the content too. If someone asks about her in your work, let them know about the blog I guess? But literally I love that people take this stuff, these characters and stories, and make new stuff with it. No ones making money off my work here? So where’s the issue? Go for it buddy, knock yourself out, I’m all for it.

For you, and all the others out there who want to add peach, and other characters to your world building, I will give you a detailed rundown of the main lot, and how they behave, what they do, how they function. You can use that, use bits, or use none of it, I do not mind at all. If you’re creating something, you’re in control, not me.

So, peach doesn’t actually fight people as much as you’d think. She’s very aware most cannot and do not want to do that, and so she likes to keep to herself with regards to that aspect of her life, she doesn’t ask to spar with people, or even bring it up at all, but people ask her all the time, even if they clearly would lose or become hurt should she miscalculate during the fight. She looks at people like they usually create problems, and often has a somewhat reserved nature to other humans. You have to work quite hard to get anything more than formalities out of her. She will dead-pan handle people with blunt and very to-the-point statements, aid whenever possible, but very quickly get back to handling the Pokemon she so carefully tends. Her focus is clear, she’s all about hard work, her very small select family, and the Pokemon.

Her brutal, loud and brash personality only comes out with friends, family, difficult humans, OR any Pokemon. She will joke and laugh and play with Pokemon, but clam up around humans, maintaining tight body language and generally will be a little cold by regular standards. She does however have some weaknesses in this emotionless shield she puts up. When peach was young she was always angry, which swung so fast to sadness, back and forth. Her teenage years it just got worse and worse, it was crippling at points. She is to this day, full of fire and rage, even sadness, but now she has learnt to control it, to use it. When she sees that in others, it’s familiar, and she is pushed to drop the front, and be very real with the person. Underdogs I suppose, people who get bad reps, but deserve the same as everyone else. She can’t ignore it.

Once you start to pry open her personality, you’ll find she’s a lot more laid back and fun than originally appeared, you just have to work hard to find that side of her. She will meme reference, can’t dance to save her life, loves her coffee, and can be caught in quiet contemplation while gardening. This hobby is her calmest, and often is why she can stay so level headed when her quiet rage boils up again. Without time outside she will become grouchy, a little snippy, and lethargic. Will not go in the ocean for any reason other than life or death, is fine with ponds and rivers, or water at wading height. Likes the rain.

With regards to her training others, they usually have to tolerate her somewhat strict nature. She is a little....unforgiving, holds a grudge if you make a lot of mistakes, and has no tolerance for ignorance in the age of information that we all live in. In previous posts I’ve mentioned she’s only recently selected two students, after many years of testing kids who want to learn from her. Hundred tried out, only two have ever been approved. How she teaches is very fast paced, be prepared to get some scrapes and bruises, she will test your physical and emotional tolerances with intense tasks, carefully watching students like a hawk. Bad posture in your stance? She’ll be the first to tell you to sort it out. Not hearing your Pokemon partner? Right, now you spend the day without using words trying to communicate, let’s see how you like not being listened to.

This is a woman who has spent her life saying very little, and watching everything, she watches Pokemon and can see an issue from a mile off, and in battles, her observations are why she can react fast, and chose effective strategy to avoid damage and achieve results. Don’t let her body fool you, her strongest asset is analysing, watching, planning. Those skills have over the years transferred to people too. As a student, mistakes don’t go unnoticed with this professor.

Her methods are harsh but fair, and should you prove yourself, she will protect you with her life.

Because of her disinterest in kids and lots of noise, she does pass the training of students on to the other staff members whenever possible. Grey takes on the lions share of battle lessons, he is far calmer, more open and friendly, with patience for people, and an empathy that peach sometimes struggles to have. When you go through a lot of harsh training, and difficult events, it’s hard to change how you feel or think, with peach, well, she’s been through it. Most do not come out the other end in one piece, but she did, and it made her strong. You may think I mean strong like buff and big, and yeah sure she is, but I mean it mentally more than anything. Peach will not quit. She has learnt to destroy the boundaries that stop people getting hurt, gone is the fear that freezes you in your tracks, that feeling that you’ll pass out if you go one more step. She’s learnt to ignore it.

This means she’s a little forgetful at how it is to be normal, to be vulnerable and soft and squishy like students so usually are.

She has her issues, but for the most part, visitors get a laugh, a smile, a calm assertive confidence, and facts. She will indulge those who have genuine interest, or show a connection with nature, an understanding of the balance that needs to be struck for everyone to live well together.

Despite her many flaws, she’s fiercely protective, and will go above and beyond to defend the island, it’s staff, the Pokemon and the visitors. Injustice is her biggest gripe, along with littering, and she doesn’t stand by quietly if something happens that seems unfair.

You will not see her without Valka, her vulpix, close by. That Pokemon doesn’t like to be touched by strangers, at all, and will run the second someone comes at her with that intent. Peach will scold you for pushing yourself onto her, should you persistently try to get close to pet Val. They are in sync, if peach is sad, Val is sad, if Val is stressed, peach is stressed, and so on. They are inherently connected, it’s just been that long, the psychic bridge between them has been built, and reinforced over the years.

The only other Pokemon who follows her so endlessly is Booker, a teddiursa who’s pretty rough looking. He quietly trots behind, grouchy and stoic, they fight closely together a lot. He lost his mom a long time ago to poachers, and peach took him in, and changed her whole life for him. Not many people know, but Booker was the reason she left the rangers, changed career, and got so strong. Will tolerate people petting him but isn’t keen at all, grumbles a lot and tries to move away.

You may also need to know about the others, for the sake of writing, she here a few more bits that may be important to you, or others wanting to do this.

Grey is very tall, very burly, composed, tells bad dad jokes, is a bit of a goof if allowed to be. If he sees a pun, he’ll say it. Can’t help himself. Very nice guy to work with, good at keeping people calm and grounded. Pokemon are drawn to him like a moth to a flame, he gives off warm energy, and has inhuman amounts of patience. If you wrong his family however, he will snap back.

He grew up in the city, loves to swim and hike and cycle, can snowboard, is really sporty. A total brain box with held items, and boosting stats. He will explore many paths, to make sure visitors and students get the information they need, in a way that can be remembered and retained for later. Is a huge guy, but will get on the floor to play with a tiny Pokemon. Treats big “meaner” looking species like babies, very good with all pokemon.

His free time is spent either tinkering, swimming, or trimming his bonsai trees. This guy stares at screens a lot, so appreciates time away from them. Peach built him his own little greenhouse for his trees and tools, which he keeps clean and loves dearly.

His methods as a teacher are built around fun and games, he makes hard work easier to do by distracting trainers from the difficult bits, and focusing in on something more interesting or compelling.

His most commonly seen Pokemon would be a houndoom, Saxon, old battle veteran, retired now to herding and being a good boy. Very gentle, loves a pet.

Pari, now a fully fledged nurse, often oversees the labs front desk and pokecentre features, such as healing pokemon, and informing trainers who come to visit. Her skills with eggs and hatchlings is high, she’s great with younger Pokemon, and hands out good advice to trainers a lot. She’s not a fighter, never was, but can find any file, any study, any book, and any refrence you may need. A true bookworm, loves her romance novels, chat shows and upbeat celebrity gossip mags. Will cry at a lot of stuff, be it sad or happy.

She’s got a seriously upbeat personality, but if caught off guard or shocked, she gets a little flustered. Too much chaos will overwhelm her, but usually she’s on top of things. The years spent on the island have made her better at maintaining composure in emergencies. With lots of siblings, she’s very competent with others, and has a good ability to disarm cagey people with her jolly nature. Because of this, she can sometimes gain information from trainers that some of the more harsh professors may not have access to. Charming is a word for it.

Her partners are an eevee, and a happiny. They are quite sweet and well adjusted, the eevee gets a bit bouncy if you get it too excited.

#if you dont want to use the refs #im really cool with it #just enjoy yourself buddy #pokemon #prof.peach #peach talks #prof.grey #pari #dotaku island #dotaku staff #PLEASE #just ask me if you dont know something #or feel i missed something in what i wrote

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looooooooomis · 4 years

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F I N A L G I R L | F O U R

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t f o u r | k e y s

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 4.4k warnings: angst, s m u t, some more s m u t, teasing, finger-licking good billy boy, implied/referenced cheating, def not a healthy, functioning relationship (but like eh we persevere), some more s m u t.

Despite your best efforts, the last few days had been miserable without Billy.

You hadn’t realized just how much of a routine he’d become over the last seven months, how much you’d both come to rely on each other and, fuck, did you miss him. You missed his smell, you missed that small little cheeky grin of his, you missed curling up beside him and feeling him over every inch of your skin. Your body craved for him in an almost primal way but, while you could live with denying your body its needs, it was your heart that hurt the most.

What was supposed to be a quick release for the two of you had never been that easy. You’d been in love with the idiot since freshman year, seen him through his various ups and downs and he’d seen yours, too. Which was precisely what made this entire situation that much harder. Not only were you dealing with your own heartache, but you were witnessing his, too.

Billy’s grief was more or less a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it sort of thing. Ever the stoic silent type, you hadn’t expected to see much of what he was feeling splayed out on that handsome face of his, but shocking even you, his regret was palpable. And each and every time those brown eyes met yours, that grief that was as clear as day struck you blind.

You’d tried telling yourself that it was for the best because, in all honesty, it was but that didn’t make the pain go away. Nor did it make you miss him any less. You were trapped in a vicious cycle of missing Billy, sticking to your guns, and worrying about him all at once.

God, you’d really fucked up with this one.

“You sure you’re okay?” Tatum asked, narrowing her eyes at you as you shoved a handful of books into your locker. “You’ve been scatterbrained all week.”

“I’m fine,” you shrugged, “why wouldn’t I be?”

“You tell me,” she leaned her hip against the locker. “Is this about Steve?”

You blinked as the question played on loop in your head. “Steve?” You asked, giving the strawberry blonde your full attention. “First of all, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart: ew. Secondly, huh?”

Tatum smirked. “Don’t play dumb, you’ve been acting all weird since Billy went psycho on his ass last week.”

“No, I haven’t,” you hoped your laugh didn’t sound as fake as it felt. “Also, Steve’s an asshole. If the day ever comes when I am interested in that big oaf, feel free to euthanize me.”

“Promise,” she made a motion of crossing her heart, “but in the meantime, you swear nothing is up?”

“Cross my heart,” you mimicked the gesture and shut your locker. “What are you up to after practice tonight? Want to go see that new Brad Pitt movie?”

Her shoulders fell. “Can’t, Stu’s coming over,” she unwrapped a lollipop and shoved it in her mouth. “I’d say ask Sid, but she got into it with Billy last night so she’s in a mood.”

You tried not to care, you really did, but her words hit you like a freight train. “They did?” You asked, hoping beyond hope that your voice didn’t sound quite as high pitched as it sounded in your head. “What happened?”

“Who knows,” Tatum shrugged, “Billy’s always been a little intense and Sid’s been a little cagey since…well, you know – so, it’s bound to happen.”

You swallowed hard and continued to nod along to Tatum’s words. Were you nodding too frequently? Did you appear too interested all of the sudden? Catching yourself, you focused on the leftover gum on the locker just behind your friend’s head and cleared your throat. “That’s shitty.”

“Relationships,” Tatum waved off, “they’re all pretty shitty sometimes.”

Before you could finish putting your foot in your mouth any further, the third bell rang out signaling your next class. Your most dreaded class: Biology. With a groan you tossed your bag over your shoulder and frowned across at Tatum. “See you at practice?”

With a nod, Tatum took off towards her class as you slowly sauntered towards your own. You were halfway down the hall when you heard a set of heavy footfalls running towards you from behind. Glancing over your shoulder, you barely had time to register Stu’s smiling face before he threw an arm around your shoulders. “How ya doing, pal?”

“Peachy,” you scraped your eyes along his profile and blinked. “If you’re about to play the rule of dutiful henchman for you know who, I’ve got a class to flunk.”

“Harsh,” Stu beamed, “I see why our boy’s so smitten.”

With a roll of your eyes, you glanced around at the people around you and glowered up at him. “Stu,” you warned, “I’m not in the mood for this.”

“For what?” He feigned innocence. “I haven’t said a word.”

“But you want to,” you mused. “And I don’t want to hear it.”

Stu chuckled. “All I was going to say is, like, I get it.”

You shouldn’t have taken his bait. What you should have done was push him off of you and continue on your merry way to class. That would have been the smart thing to do, the responsible thing to do.

Too bad you were neither of those two things.

Roped in, you sighed in defeat. “Get what?”

“I’ll be the first to admit,” he began, “when Bill told me that you and him were…you know, I laughed. I mean, two broads, man? I can barely handle the one how’s he going to deal with two of you?”

“I’m hoping there’s a point coming,” you groused.

“Right,” he laughed again, “my point is that I get it. I get why you two work. Why he’s knee deep in this big fucking mess because of it. You two work.”

“Stu,” you threw your head back and glared at the ceiling. “Stop.”

“What?” He asked. “Am I wrong?”

You gently pushed him away from you and dropped your voice into a whisper. “That’s not the point. He’s with Sid.”

“So?” Stu made a face. “Her mom just died, what do you want him to do? Dump her and break her heart? Her mom just died, that’d callous, man.”

“We’re breaking her heart either way, whether she knows it or not.”

Stu stopped walking and there was a compassion in his stare that left you reeling. For as long as you’d known him, Stu Macher had always been the goof. The reckless, chaotic idiot that seemed to fit just perfectly into your little mish mash of a group. But the sincerity in his blue eyes as the two of you stood in the emptying hallway was a look you’d never seen before.

“And by doing this, you’re breaking yours.” He limply shrugged. “Billy’s, too.”

Your shoulders fell as the weight of Stu’s words sank in. You couldn’t exactly say much in terms of a rebuttal, naturally, because he was right. There were no happy endings for either of you at this point in the charade. Sid had still been lied to and cheated on, Billy was still trapped in a relationship he no longer wished to be in in fear of hurting the girl he once loved and you were stuck in the middle, watching two people you cared for fall to bits while having to remain stoic in fear of showing your hand.

What a fucking mess.

After another minute of silence, Stu wriggled his eyebrows and squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. “Just something to think about.”

Taking off down the hall, Stu left you to your own devices as you stood in the middle of an empty hallway with far too much on your mind. In an almost zombie-like trance, you took off in the direction of your biology class, not quite caring that you were about to be marked as tardy for the third time that week. But, before you got to that god-forsaken class, you heard the click of a door not far off before a pair of arms encircled around your middle, yanking you into the nearest classroom. A surprise yelp tore out of your mouth, but the full-fledged scream died in your throat as soon as you realized just who it was who had grabbed you.

“Jesus, Billy, you scared the hell out of me.” You grasped your chest and took in the dark, empty classroom around you. He was still holding you against the nearest wall, you could feel the heat of those large hands through your thin shirt. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Sorry,” despite the desperation in those brown eyes, his voice never wavered. It was still as calm and collected as ever. “I’d go to your house, but it’s been like Fort Knox for the last week or so.”

You chewed on your lip for a moment before averting your eyes to the ground, not quite being able to stomach the weight of his stare just yet. “Billy, unless anything’s changed, I—”

“In case anything’s changed?” He reiterated with raised brows. “Everything’s changed. I miss you, Y/N, more than you can even comprehend. I know I’ve fucked up, I know that, but I need you. The last nine days without being able to really see you or feel you or kiss you or—”

“I get it,” you held your hands up and gently pushed him away. “And it’s been hard on me, too, Billy. But it doesn’t change anything.”

For a few, long, agonizing moments, Billy remained still as a thousand different emotions splayed out across his face. There was anger and grief, sadness and desperation. But the look you got as he dropped to his knees in front of you was pure, unadulterated fear. “I promise you, Y/N, the second I can, when the time is right, Sid and I will be no more. But me and you are it, sweetheart,” his hands gently circled around your hips before embracing you around your middle. “I’m so fucking sorry that this is how it has to be right now. And I’m sorry that I’m too fucking selfish to let this go, but I can’t. I need you. I need us. You’re everything good in my life and I know I need to start proving that to you.”

Still, you remained quiet. Your fingers itched to reach out and run your fingers through that slightly greasy, unruly mop of hair, but instead you kept them pinned down at your side as you considered his words. There was no doubt in your mind that he meant them, the desperation on his face said as much, but you had your reservations. Taking your silence in stride, however, Billy simply reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box.

Your heart nearly stopped.

“Oh, jesus,” you grumbled, burying your head in your hands. “You better not be doing what I think you’re fucking doing.”

“Open the box, Y/N.”

“No,�� you held your hands up. “Not if it’s…that.”

Billy sighed. The muscle in his cheek twitched. “It’s not a fucking engagement ring.”

Somewhat relieved, you continued to stare down at the box in slight disdain. “So, what is it?”

Billy sighed. “Fucking open it and you’ll see.”

“Buying the ‘other woman’ jewelry, Billy?” You shook your head. “You’re like a walking cliché at this point.”

“Shut-up and open the goddamn box.” Standing up to his full height, he continued to hold the box out towards you and breathed out a quiet laugh when you remained unwavering. “It’s not a fucking bomb, Y/N, open it.”

With a sigh, you snatched the box out of his hand and, rather unceremoniously, opened it up to reveal a key. Not a fancy skeleton key or a charm in the shape of a key but a regular, run of the mill house key. You blinked, mildly surprised. “Okay, I’ll give you a point for creativity with the box,” you pulled the key out and observed it. “But what is it?”

“It’s a key,” Billy said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“I see that,” a small smile pulled at your lips as you looked across at him. “What’s it for?”

“It’s a key to my parents’ cabin.”

If you were meant to understand the significance, the story was lost on you. Looking back down at the key, you surveyed its tiny ridges briefly before nodding. “And what’s that have to do with me?”

He took a step towards you and grabbed the hand still clutching onto the key. “My dad doesn’t go up there much ever since my mother left and I figure we could both use a place where we can just…be.” His raked his thumbnail along your knuckles. “No Sid, no anyone. Just you and me.”

You were trying to remain unfazed by the sentiment, to remain icy and cool to the man you were supposed to be pulling away from, but between the softness in those warm brown eyes and the weight of the key still clutched in your hand, you could feel your defenses waning. “You expect Sid to just not care that you’re disappearing up north every once in a while?”

“I’ll make it work,” he shrugged it off. “And, to be honest, I don’t care what she thinks.”

Your answer came in the form of a long, drawn out sigh. “Billy,” you began, but before you could dive into the rest of your speech, his large hands slid up your arms and neck to cradle your face.

Slowly, he backed you into a nearby desk and traced the apple of your cheek with his thumb. “We can sneak up there whenever we want. Spend a whole weekend up there, just the two of us. I can worship this fucking body of yours in every square inch of that cabin. I can go into town and hold your fucking hand in public. We can do whatever the hell it is we want to do up there, whenever we want, without worrying about any of our idiot friends seeing us.”

Your pulse quickened at the thought of being able to parade around like a normal couple in a town where not a single soul knew who you were. You swallowed, trying to steady your excitement with a dose of realism. “It’s still not fair to Sidney.”

“Fuck Sidney!” Billy’s voice echoed out around the vast, empty classroom, alarming you with just how angry he sounded. His chest heaved with a white-hot rage that you couldn’t fully comprehend, and his jaw was wound shut as his nostrils flared with each and every heavy, uneven breath he took. You swallowed hard and watched the man steady his nerves, unsure of your next move. You’d seen Billy angry before, but that level of emotion was definitely new.

You weren’t sure whether to be terrified or turned on by the sudden outburst.

But, just as quickly as it happened, Billy’s eyes slowly opened to reveal those molasses coloured eyes again. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he appeased. “But I can’t have her stand in the way of this. I won’t.”

You remained silent as you shimmied on top of the desk that had been poking into your ass for the last few seconds and tried not to focus on the way your body seemed to melt into Billy’s as he stepped in between your legs, still looking at you with all the intensity of the world.

“If we do this,” you found yourself muttering, “there’s going to be some ground rules.”

A sense of hope blossomed in Billy’s chest as he vigorously nodded his head. “Anything you want,” sliding his hands up the sides your stomach, he gently held your waist and gave it a small squeeze. “You name it.”

“When we go up to the aforementioned cabin, we go out.” You told him. “While I’m more than happy to blow you in the living room without worrying about your dad walking in, it would be nice to go on an actual fucking date.”

Billy nodded and, with his hands still on your waist, he tried not to focus on the thin cotton of your shirt bunching between his fingers as his thumb danced along your ribcage. There was so little between you in the empty classroom, barely any space as the two of you were practically nose to nose. And between that short little skirt you had on and your pert nipples beneath your thin tank top, it was enough to make his cock twitch inside of his pants. “Anything else?” He asked, his voice husky as he nudged his nose against yours.

“Yeah,” you ran your tongue along your now parched lips as you sat with Billy standing between your thighs, holding you in place as his thumb traced agonizingly close to your tit. Were you even breathing? It didn’t feel like it. You were wet, too, which made his inhumanly close proximity almost too much to bear. “Lock the fucking door this time.”

A roguish grin enveloped his features as he stepped out from between your legs. Crossing the threshold of the classroom in two seconds flat, Billy locked the door and made his way back to you with that same mischievous glimmer in his eye. His eyes were hungry and, as his hands shifted down to your ass, he tugged you even closer to the edge of the desk. Closer to him. With your legs still open and on either side of his hips, you just about died when your clit managed to rub against the zipper of his jeans.

A quiet, low moan tore out of your throat from the sensation.

“Anything else?” He asked, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Yeah,” your breathing was ragged as Billy’s slow, methodical fingers, trailed up the side of your stomach. He was being extraordinarily temperate and slow to further tease you but, despite knowing how risky this was, you were putty in his hands. “Touch me.”

His nose brushed against yours again as he shifted his hips just enough for the zipper of his jeans to rub against your clit again. The bastard knew what he was doing.

“This feel good?” He asked as his hips toiled into you again.

You were practically dry fucking against the desk, you could have been caught any second. But, fuck, when he pulled you in a little more and slowly gyrated his jean-clad pelvis against your clit again, you couldn’t care less. “Mhmm,” you hummed.

Slowly, Billy’s dept fingers slid up from your waist towards your breasts. Raking his thumb against the swollen bud, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the side of your neck.

He knew his jeans were rubbing against your clit and, as he looked down and saw the visible wet patch on your blue thong, he wanted nothing more than to rip them off of you and bury his face in between your legs. “God, I’ve fucking missed you.”

When his hand squeezed your breast, you arched into his grasp. “I bet you did.”

Billy smirked and rolled your nipples between his fingers through the fabric of your shirt. With every roll of your hips, the strap of your shirt slipped down just enough to expose your breast. Without missing a beat, Billy leaned into your chest and allowed his mouth to consume your nipple, swirling his tongue around it expertly before biting down. You hissed as a combination of both pain and pleasure ripped through your body.

Your fingers curled around the hair along the nape of his neck and gave it a firm tug as is hands held you firmly in place. “Fuck, Billy” you moaned, breathless.

He released your nipple slowly, nipping at it one final time before leaning his forehead against yours again. You wanted like hell to close the distance between you. You wanted to feel his lips on yours. Feel the tickle of his stubble along your upper lip and have that expert tongue brush against yours.

But you also wanted to make him sweat a little.

You weren’t sure what had come over you as you slid your hand down your torso. Maybe it was adrenaline of being caught or the relief of having Billy in your arms again but as you allowed your fingers to dip beneath the hem of your exposed thong, the look on Billy’s face made it all worth it.

“What are you doing?” His Adams apple bobbed up and down as he watched you touch yourself. You were in an awkward angle, but as your finger circled your clit and you watched the bulge in his pants grow, you were coasting high.

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” You hummed, feigning innocence. “When I say touch me, I mean it, Billy. I’m taking matters into my own hands.” You pinched your clit and arched your naked chest into him. “Fuck.”

You heard him swear under his breath as his lips ghosted over yours. “You’re doing my head in, woman,” he growled, sliding his fingers beneath your panties. You gasped when his thumb began to circle your clit. And when he slid two fingers inside of you, you nearly saw stars.

His mouth found yours, mid-moan. Reaching the hand that had just been down the waistband of your shorts, you ran your fingers through his hair as his tongue coaxed yours. Everything about this man was electric. His fingers quickened their pace and before you knew it, you were thrusting into his hand. Placing sloppy kisses down from your mouth and along your jaw, Billy nipped at your ear. “How’s this for touching you, sweetheart?” He hissed, licking and biting his way across your neck.

Your breathing was rampant as you felt yourself edging closer and closer. “It’s alright,” you teased with a cloudy grin.

“So stubborn,” he laughed into your neck and curled his fingers so that he hit an area inside you that felt almost primal. The moan he got in return made him bite down on your collarbone. He curled his fingers again and you nearly choked. “You sure?”

Pulling his hair, you steered his face back to yours and crashed your lips against his. “Fuck me.” You mumbled into his mouth.

He applied the smallest bit of pressure to your clit and flicked his fingers one final time, sending you over the cliff. With a long, shaky moan, you bucked your hips uncontrollably as you came into his hand. Every inch of you felt as though it was on fire as Billy made you ride out your orgasm, not for a second easing up on your clit as you writhed beneath him.

“Play with your tits,” he barked out through hooded eyes.

“You play with them,” you argued, but the resolve in your voice was gone. You weren’t entirely sure if you knew your name at that point. All you could focus on was the feeling of his finger pinching your highly sensitive clit and that was it. Everything else was a blur.

“God, you’re so fucking stubborn.”

You were so wet and so turned on you could barely think straight. “Billy,” you pleaded, your entire body heating up almost unbearably so. When he ignored you and instead continued his attack on your clit, you whimpered. “I need you to fuck me.”

With a bruising kiss, Billy released your clit and, in seconds flat, tugged his jeans far enough down his hips before slipping inside of you. The moan that escaped your lips was undeniable as he pumped into you. Reaching up, he grabbed your tit and squeezed as he bit down on your exposed neck. It was a sensory overload coming from all angles.

“Fuck,” Billy’s hoarse voice was in your ear as he pumped into you. “You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He reached for your face and tilted your chin up towards him, meeting you halfway with a sloppy kiss. Moaning into his mouth, you managed lose yourself in that instance.

Gone was the room around you.

Hell, gone was everything up until this point.

All you could focus on was the feeling of Billy inside of you. Biting down on his lip, you tugged it back as he rolled his hips in a way that made you quiver. He was thrusting, hard, in an almost animalistic that made your entire body shake with the velocity of every desperate push. He moved between kissing your lips, to biting them to suckling your neck as he continued to rail into you with all of passion in the world. He was a man, unhinged, and you weren’t sure if you’d ever seen him so sexy.

Not surprising in the least, it didn’t take him long to come. You’d riled him up to the point of no return and, as you felt him come inside of you, you all but laughed when his forehead dramatically fell against your own.

For a few minutes, neither of you moved, simply just remained still and firmly pressed against one another. But, as the weight of your current whereabouts slowly dawned on either of you, you both slowly pulled away from each other, both wearing a small smile as you re-dressed yourselves.

Once his pants were done up, Billy stepped into you once again and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Cabin this weekend, okay?”

You nodded and hopped down from the desk. “Yeah, maybe,” you teased, fixing your skirt.

Billy’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, maybe, eh?”

“Yeah,” you winked, “I’ll think about it.”

“Smart ass,” Billy smirked. “That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one of these days.”

“I’m counting on it.” Once you were both fixed up, you nodded towards his hand which was still slicked with your juices. You laughed. “Oops.”

But Billy didn’t seem fazed. Instead, your breath hitched in your throat when he raised his hand to his lips and licked your slick clear off, relishing in the taste of it with a knowing smirk on his face. “This weekend.” He reiterated, driving the point home.

“This weekend,” you agreed, walking towards the door. Ensuring nobody saw the two of you leave an empty classroom together, you unlocked the door and gave Billy a small, knowing smile. “See you at lunch, lover boy.”

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apimpnamedlo · 4 years

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That’s just my Baby Daddy (headcanons)

warnings: fluff, a little angst, mentions of pregnancy

A/N: These are just little headcanons I thought up with @shisoaya 🥰 Thank you bby for keeping my head straight when it comes to these men.

Enjoy!

Eren

For starters, your first bundle of joy was conceived in the last year of your college careers.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t convince Eren that just because you were on the pill DID NOT mean that he could “shoot up the club” 😐

He probably got the message loud and clear when you passed him a positive pregnancy test.

He was probably really upset that you two didn’t have anything together, but you wanted to keep the baby and he respected your decision. Thankfully, this man had a reason to buckle down and start taking his studies seriously. By the time you graduated, he graduated with marks thats showed his effort. Please be proud of him 🥺 he did it for you and the baby!

Gets all of his teachings from Carla and unfortunately, has her and his dad on speed dial whenever you mention the slightest of things.

Mumbles to your stomach in the sweetest broken German, getting a head start on bonding with his baby. He’s really just so sweet 🥺

Wants to know the gender IMMEDIATELY. He’s at every appointment with high hopes.

Probably tears up at the little shoes he comes across, and will walk around the store with a matching pair for the three of you until you reluctantly agree to let him buy them.

You two have a perfectly healthy baby girl, and from that point on Eren has TWO apples of his eye.

Later on in life, Eren took time to make sure the both of you had another one just so that your oldest wasn’t lonely. Your second was a boy. Even then when your home wasn’t rowdy enough? The two of you sat down and discussed adoption. A few years after going through the process, you brought home your second sweet little boy.

He’s so proud to have completed such a loving family with you.

And all it took was him wanting a nut LOL-

LEVI

This man didn’t think about kids when the two of you got married. Honestly, he was probably waiting on you to take the first move when you were comfortable.

But when you asked him to start trying, who was he to say no?

It took time and preparation. Levi wasn’t producing a high enough cell count, and a baby seemed so far away. It seemed over time, the two of you tried everything.

When the light of having one looked a little too dim?

You called him at work with the big news. Finally you two were blessed with a baby.

You think your nesting was bad? Levi was horrible when it came to having the house spotless in the duration of your pregnancy.

Doesn’t want to know the gender until the baby is born. This man is more than excited to be surprised.

The both of you are all too familiar with the house smelling as sterile as a hospital.

Once, Hange came over just to hang out with him and before they could even sneeze? Levi was spraying the air with disinfectant 💀 and them-

Bright side? He’s going to spend so much time with your bump as possible, making sure the baby knew he loved him and that he’d be there for them always.

He’s a master at making soothing teas for your stomach or anything else that’s bothering you. I wouldn’t be surprised if he took up giving you rub downs whenever you asked just to make sure you’re always happy.

And don’t mention the fridge full of whatever you were craving or things to make meals you asked for any time of the night.

Surprisingly enough, yours and Levi’s son was born on Christmas Day, the same as their father. Smooth, evenly scheduled process on his part, he really got things done aside from labor. It really was a miracle that day because out of the pictures you do have with the often stoic man, his smile of pride and joy made everything worth it.

ZEKE

Ever heard of the term one and done?

Zeke has. He wants a kid, but he’s just so busy.

He really makes sure to make sure to work on the two of you first, the first few years of marriage being blissful and full of nothing but communication.

Zeke probably would worry about making the same mistakes as his divorced parents, and that’s why he steadily worked through himself to prepare to give your child nothing but love and support.

Don’t worry. He’s building his fortune in the duration of his residency, and honestly all that’s left is to be able to swipe a card without checking his balance. After that?

He’s on you like white on rice.

Planned sex is definitely a thing with you two, carefully calculated to your fertile windows. This man is skipping work to make sure you two conceive, leaving meetings or family/friend outings without so much as a bye 👋🏾 You two have a baby to make

Before you got pregnant, he definitely tries his best to stop smoking cigarettes 🥺

He’d like to be surprised. Probably will invite your close friends and family to a gender reveal.

When you conceived, he probably already knew. This man studies the hell out of you. The slightest thing will bring his attention to you, and just like that he’s gonna know.

Knows how heavy the baby would get so definitely picks up your belly when you look like you need the relief 🥺 He’s such an observant daddy-

Like Eren, speaks German to your baby but his is much better and thicker in accent. Zeke will speak to your baby and compliment you while he’s at it. He can’t wait to teach them 🥰

“Your mother has to be a warrior to carry you.”

“Calm down, little one.”

BASEBALL. ONSIES. ALL OVER. This man is READY to play catch with his kid, no matter what.

Will argue with the doctors at your appointments. He just will. If he can’t attend, bet your ass he’s gonna chew someone out over FaceTime for even the slightest mistakes.

When your son is born, Zeke is definitely scared after all of his preparations. Would he be good enough? Could he keep his family together? Could he really be the doting father that his son needs?

When he looks into his eyes that are an exact copy of yours?

He’s sure he can.

JEAN

I don’t think you two were trying, but the pregnancy was surely a welcomed surprise.

He’s a mama’s boy, so be prepared to be catered to every second of the day.

Still is gonna complain tho, with the stupidest smile on his face.

Wants another and THIS ONE ISNT DONE BAKING YET-

Honestly, I think Jean would want to know the gender immediately because he’s a little too excited for a baby. And he’s so happy to be having a little girl 🥺

The two of you are probably going to butt heads on names a lot. The two of you have a list of names that are stubbornly crossed out, and you only get two options until one is left standing you agree on.

Is probably plotting out the cutest little outfits with his mom, who’s making sure her son is taking GOOD care of you.

You definitely are going to eat probably the best with him during the pregnancy.

I don’t make the rules, this man’s daughter has him wrapped around his finger when she’s born.

The both of you are neck and neck when it comes to checking her 24/7 the first year of her life. Cant be too careful, right?

ARMIN

Definitely wants kids.

Would be another planned pregnancy, but the surprise came in the form of two sets of feet.

That’s right 🥺 He’d be the proud father of ✨identical ✨twins.

Armin is so gentle through the entire pregnancy. He’s always studying how to best care for them, quietly prepping your home while you rest to house your growing family.

He’s the one to remind you to take your vitamins daily.

You’d be so cherished 🥺 The bby is becoming a father, and he’s gonna be emotional about it. Not out of fear, but the pride and joy just well up sometimes, ya know?

Wants the gender to be a surprise for a gender reveal he planned 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I wanna have a baby for him too-

Has an app on his phone telling him how big your baby is, what they’re the size of, etc.

Slow dancing in the delivery room? I’ve got to say, Armin wouldn’t be scared to get in there and help you through the entire process. He’s probably the most hands on.

When the twins are born, Armin takes sweet time in learning his sons and the littlest things about them. He knows them by how they sneeze, the look of their little toes and the thick mess of hair that looked like a mixture between the two of you

10000/10 would make this man a daddy.

#attack on titan imagines #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan #eren yeager #levi ackerman #armin arlet #jean kirstein #zeke yeager #eren jaeger #zeke jaeger #attack on titan headcanons #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #aot imagine #snk imagine #pregnancy #pregnant

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nights-legacy · 3 years

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Not What You're Thinking-Todoroki

First time trying to hold their hand. Does it go right or wrong?

MHA Masterlist

+ Everyone knows how Todoroki is with emotions. He is aloof, unemotional, and unfortunately, cold. It was no surprise to anyone with you two haven’t ever shown any physical part of your relationship. What no one knew was it never happened when you two were on your own either. As a result, you start to think he doesn’t really have interest in you after all.

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Things between Todoroki and I were moving slow and I mean really slow. A slow as a glacier, no pun intended. We were currently walking towards lunch and I was walking towards Todoroki like normal. I wanted to hold the boys hand very badly but I didn’t want to rush him.

“What are you going to get today, L/N?” Uraraka asked me. I smiled and thought about it.

“I don’t really know. I am not really hungry right now. My stomach is upset.” I said truthfully. She looked at me worried.

“Really? Do you need to go see Recovery Girl?” She asked. I shook my head.

“No. It’s nothing to bad. I’ll probably just get some rice so I have something in my stomach.”

“Are you sure?” She was really worried. I stopped her and the others went on.

“I promise. If I start to feel worse I’ll go to Recovery Girl immediately.” I assured her. She relaxed, believing me.

“Are you okay girls?” Midoriya called out. We looked at them. They were stopped a few yards ahead of us. We nodded and walked to catch up.

“Are you alright, L/N?” Todoroki asked. “I heard you say that you had an upset stomach.” I could see the tiniest bit of concern in his stoic expression.

“Yes. It’s only a little thing.” I said, smiling. He nodded before glancing down for a second before looking forward again. He went forward and I looked down to see what he glanced down at. I saw nothing. I shrugged, following.

I stayed true to my word with Uraraka and got rice. Iida and I were waiting at the table for the rest to come back from the line. Todoroki sat down next to me while Uraraka and Midoriya sat across for us. I smiled at them being cutesy together.

“Is that all your eating, L/N?” Todoroki asked. I nodded. He stared at me with an expression I couldn’t read for a little longer before he turned back to his food.

Mindless chatter of training, course work, and other things swirled around the table. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Todoroki move his hand onto the table. The thought of holding his hand ran through my head. I took a breath trying to build the courage before taking the chance.

I place my hand on top of his and lightly gripped onto it. I held my breath waiting for him to return, but he never did. I let out a silent, shuddering breath. I took a sly glance at his face and saw no difference then normal in his expression. I bit the inside of my lip as I slowly pulled my hand away and into my lap. I gripped my hands together tightly.

What was I thinking? He’s not really a touchy person in the first place. Why would he want to hold hands? I chided myself. My stomach felt even worse now. I pushed my bowl back away from me when I caught onto Midoriya nearly hanging off of Todoroki. Maybe he just doesn’t want to do that with me…

“I’ll be back.” I said getting up. All three of them looked at me.

“Where are you going?” Uraraka asked.

“Recovery Girl.” I said quietly and walked off. I heard Uraraka call after me if I wanted her to go with me but I didn’t answer. As I exited the cafeteria. I felt tears run down my face. I went in the complete opposite direction of Recovery Girl.

3rd POV

Todoroki watched as Y/N walked away. You couldn’t see it on his face but he was extremely chiding himself. He basically froze and was internally panicking when Y/N had placed there hand on his. He only started to panic more when they pulled away and grew tense.

“What was that?” Midoriya asked after a few minutes of silence. Everyone at the table but the one was wondering the same thing.

“Well, they weren’t feeling well. Their stomach was upset so maybe it got worse?” Uraraka said more in a question then a statement. “They told me they would go to Recovery Girl if their stomach got worse.”

“It would be wise if one of us went to check on them.” Iida suggested.

“I’ll go.” Todoroki said without missing a beat, rising to his feet. He pushed in his chair.

“Excellent. It would be better if it was you anyway due to your relationship with L/N.” Todoroki only answered by nodding and walked off. He walked to Recovery Girl’s office. He walked in and paused when the only person he saw was Recovery Girl.

“Oh, Mr. Tododroki. Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Has Y/N been here?” Todoroki asked. She thought for a second.

“No, they haven’t.” Todoroki’s eyes widened. He thanked her and walked out.

I didn’t pass her did I? She said she was going to Recovery Girl but… He stopped and thought about it. She probably went to the courtyard of the dorms. He took off running, not caring that lunch was going to be over soon. He ran without breaking his stride or stopping. He ran into the Heights Allience and straight through to the court yard. He finally stopped when he saw their figure sitting on the ground.

“L/N?” He called out. They tensed and looked over their shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” They said in a meek voice. He sighed and looked around before walking over and sitting in front of them.

“No you’re not. And I know it’s my fault.” Todoroki said.

Y/N’s POV

“No you’re not. And I know it’s my fault.” My gaze shot to his face. I saw only slight emotion his face. He took a big breath before looking up at me. Guilt and remorse were written on his face. “I am not good at showing emotions. I only recently learned that it was okay to show them. My damn father and his…”

He stopped taking another breath, closing his eyes in annoyance. I set a hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and gazed down at my hand. Slowly he reached up and grabbed my hand. He gripped it tight before bringing it up to lightly kiss it. My eyes widen.

“I’m sorry. I froze up when you tried to hold my hand. My mind went completely blank but I knew I wanted to hold yours too. He set his hand that was holding mine in his lap and laid his other on top of mine. “I don’t know what I made you think but whatever it was it wasn’t true. I promise.”

“Thank you.” I whispered. I set my other hand on top of ours.

“I wish I was as confident in our relationship as I am in my hero training.” He admitted. “I didn’t have the best role model for relationships.”

“I know.” I said. I reached up and held his cheek. “If you are unsure of anything or need to slow down or whatever, don’t be afraid to ask. I won’t be upset. I understand that this is all new to you. I was just…earlier, it went through my mind that you didn’t want to do this with me even when I know that this isn’t something you know.”

“I do want to do this. Especially with you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked you out on that first date.” He leant closer to look at me in the eyes. “I am ashamed of myself for making you feel this way.”

“Don’t be. I understand why you reacted that way. I just wish I remembered that in the moment.” I gripped onto his hand. I looked up and sighed. “We better get back to class. We’re probably going to get in trouble for being late.” He nodded. He pulled back and got up smoothly. He reached out for me. I grasped onto his hands and he pulled me up easily. I yelped a bit when I fell into his chest.

“Are you alright?” He asked, with a slightly blush on his cheeks. I nodded.

“Yes, I just forget how strong you are sometimes.” I admitted shyly. He chuckled, which I found out was my most favorite sound in the world.

“Come on. Time to go.” He said, pulling gently on one of my hands. I nodded and followed. After a few minutes of walking and getting back into the school building, he seemed to remember something. “Oh, how is your stomach?”

“Oh…” I was surprised, not only at the question but at the fact that the discomfort from earlier was gone. “Much better. I even realize the discomfort went away.”

“That’s good.” He said. “I hate seeing you unwell. How about after school, we got out to get something to eat? Anything you like, it’s on me.” He led me up the stairs and the classroom came into view.

“Alright. Sounds good to me.” I said. He brought my hand up to his lips again, kissing my knuckled ever so slightly and I noticed, a bit unsure. He looked at me, checking to see if it was okay. I gave him a smile and we got lost in each other’s eyes.

“Come on you two.” We jumped at the sound of Aizawa’s voice. We both looked to see the tired man in the doorway to the class. I blushed as Todoroki flushed a little. “You’re late but Uraraka, Iida, and problem child explained what happened. I guess you’re off the hook this time but don’t make a habit of it.”

“Yes sir.” We chorused as he disappeared in the room. I looked over at him with an amused smile. I covered my mouth and tried not to laugh. He smiled too before shaking his head and pulling me into the classroom.

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op-imaginesandmore · 3 years

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How would Issho/Fujitora, Doflamingo, Smoker, Arlong, and Gin react to their s/o dying in their arms? (human s/o for all of them including Arlong) Sorry there are so many the posts you've made so far I've enjoyed immensely. I love your style of writing! (:

I know it’s been *checks notes* actual years since I have touched this blog, but I kinda wanted to try my hand at a few of the asks I have in my inbox. I’m going to do just Smoker, and with each of the asks with multiple characters I will pick the one I am most comfortable with writing and go from there. I hope you like it! And also, to anyone who reads this and likes it, thank you! But my ask box will remain closed until…idk, probably a long time. I don’t want to get any one’s hopes about about anything.

Pairing: Smoker x GN!reader

Warnings: Angst, character death (you asked for it), mild descriptions of injury, mentions of blood, implied smut (mildest of spice), unbeta’d if that is a warning

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The OP was supposed to be a simple one. Get in, do reconnaissance, stay under the radar, come back with what info they needed on the pirate crew, get out.

No one thought Big Mom herself was going to recognize Y/N, because you were good at your job. You had been spying for the government for years, you’d worked with Smoker as one of his subordinates, had infiltrated countless pirate crews, revolutionary bases, treasonous scum that thought they could get away with anything, and had always succeeded in your job.

Lay low, go unnoticed, get the info, come back to him. It was a perfectly organized system that was like clock work, each gear turning for the purpose of civilian protection, and justice.

Until now.

Blood soaked the beach he was kneeling on, who’s it was, he had no idea. Could be his, was probably the pirates’ that were scattered around the Vice-Admiral like debris after a storm, but what infuriated him most was it was most definitely yours.

Wheezes, broken and wet, escaped from your lips, swollen eyes looking up into stoic grey that was like looking into twin hurricanes. Anger, righteous and intense, swirled around with frustration, concern, grief, and an emotion you knew from your quiet moments between soft sheets and the hard planes of his body.

So gentle you barely felt it, he lifted you from the sand like something precious, your blood dripping down his arms and pooling beneath your broken body. Your eyes, swollen and bruised, squinted up at him and a soft smile cracked painfully across your lips.

“Hey handsome” you rasped, a cough that was soaked with blood spurting out. Smoker put a large hand through your matted hair, jaw clenching as he tightened his hold on you.

“I’m gonna get you to the ship’s infirmary” he seethed through his teeth, the usual multiple cigars he kept there like pacifiers long gone. He made to get up, but the cry that came from your lips was shrill and heartbreaking. He immediately stopped, holding you to his chest in a hold soft enough for a newborn.

“I know it hurts, but you need-“

“Do you remember Alabasta?”

Smoker stopped, looking down at your broken body that had the audacity to be giving him the smile that always managed to make his heart flutter in his chest like a crushing school girl’s. He swallowed thickly, not trusting his voice and opting for a nod.

“You were such a baby about Strawhat, I thought you were going to implode when he had his crew mate save your life.” You reached a trembling hand to his face, stroking the rough stubble of his jaw. Almost involuntarily, Smoker leaned into the soft touch, turning his head to kiss your palm as memories of their time on the desert island came to mind.

It had been the first time you had ever yelled at him, calling him reckless and blind. Telling him you were thankful for Strawhat, grateful he had saved his “stupid, sorry, ass” so you had the chance to give him a piece of your mind. He had retaliated with a practiced speech about being your superior, about how you should worry more about your job than what he was doing, how you shouldn’t talk to him like that.

Then you had the nerve to yell at him that you didn’t have a choice but to worry about him. When he yelled at you back about the why, instead of answering him you kissed him square on the mouth.

Their first kiss was in the moment, it was all teeth clacking and sudden and Smoker had been blindsided, but also hadn’t been. The two of you had been flirting with the line between officer and government agent for months at that point, subtle glances and bold, shameless flirting on your part had morphed into soft and subtle touches and hours of listening to you talk about everything and anything.

When the shock of it had worn off a second after you started kissing him, he hadn’t expected for himself to kiss you back. He had adjusted your chin, softened the kiss, and wrapped his arms possessively around your waist and lifted you, your legs wrapping around his own waist in a way that sent chills down his spine as he carried you to his desk. He set you down upon it, gentle as can be, but your legs stayed around his waist, his hips grinding into yours in a way that had him growling. Your lips had been like soft, plush, velvet on his own chapped ones, tongue sinful in its exploration, running against his to beg for entrance.

The two of you broke apart, you were panting, your face flush as you put your head on his chest and listened to the quick thumping of his heart. He smelled like a cigar, a hint of sweet fruit in a haze of earth and smoke that always managed to make your head spin. A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you licked the taste of him from them.

“I worry about you because I care about you Smoker” you looked up at him, your eyes twinkling in the soft glow of the sunlight coming in through the porthole of his cabin “probably more than what’s appropriate for a working relationship, but I don’t want to hide it anymore.” You put your hand on his face, stroking the apple of his cheek in a way no one had ever dared touch him before “if you don’t want this though, we can stop right now and never talk about it a-“

Smoker was kissing you again, softer but with a passion that turned your whole body into jelly that molded into his. It was brief, too brief for your liking but he was looking at you with a smoldering gaze that promised more.

“We do this, we tell no one.” He said with conviction “I can’t have my subordinates thinking I have favorites, and fraternizing could get me and you in a lot of trouble.”

You nodded, understanding alighted in your eyes as you coyly bit your kiss swollen bottom lip.

“If that means I get to see your smoke powers at work in the bedroom, I’ll take an oath of silence”

He felt his body react, his hardened length against your thigh making you squeeze your legs together, bringing him impossibly closer.

Smoker’s chest tightened at the memory.

“I’m glad” you said, swollen gaze growing distant “that it all happened the way it did. The last year and a half has been the best of my life” another cough, violent and cracking in its intensity that it had you whimpering into Smokers chest, and his eyes were burning with the tears that were inevitable now.

“Y/N-“ Smoker started, the deep rumble of his voice cracking “baby, you’re gonna be fine, let’s just-“ he took a breath, steeling himself to try and lift you up again, but your head falling limp against his chest stopped him, made the breath leave his lungs and, for the first time in a very long time, Smoker felt true terror grip his careful self control.

“Y/N?” His voice, so unlike the commanding bass it usually was, soft and broken as the body he held “Y/N? Sweetheart c’mon, wake up” he shook you, your head lolling to one side and then the next awkwardly, before it rested back on his chest and Smoker realized your uneven breathing had stopped, the rasping, painful breaths gone quiet and the only sounds to be heard on the bloodied beach were Smoker’s own uneven hyperventilating “Y/N please! You-you can’t do this! Baby, c’mon-open those pretty eyes, please! Y/N? Y/N!”

He held on tight to your body as he slowly broke down, the tears running rivers down his face that had smudges of your blood on it from holding your body up to it, his face buried into your hair as if he could revive you if he held on a little tighter, begged a little harder to whatever god or devil would listen. His cries broke through the silence, their only companion the lapping of water against the sand and gore. He rocked back and forth, clinging to your lifeless body like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

That was how Tashigi found her Vice-Admiral, sobbing into your hair as he begged you to wake up. Her heart shattered into a million pieces, but she had to keep him moving, had to remind him of the duty he still held.

“Vice-Admiral Smoker?” She breathed, caution in her tone, heartbreak threatening to pull her under when his breath caught. He looked up at Tashigi with a tsunami of emotions that she had never seen him display. Heartbreak and grief worked in tandem to make the ever stoic and statuesque officer crumble to his knees.

“I’ve gathered the survivors of our platoon, we’re awaiting your orders, sir”

There was a pregnant pause that seemed to stretch for an eternity, Smoker looking down at his dead lover, the emotions that had been raging across his face draining from his being, and was replaced once again with the careful stoicism that his position required of him.

He got up slowly, you still cradled against his chest as he looked out at the horizon. It was another long moment before he spoke.

“We bury our dead, then we take the fight to the one who started this.” There was a fury in his words that struck fear into Tashigi, a fear for how reckless her Vice-Admiral was about to be against a Yonko.

“But Smo-“

“Did I fucking stutter?” He whipped his head around, the grey of his eyes burning with an unbridled rage that seemed barely contained “I’m not gonna rest until every last piece of filth that carries the name of Charlotte are wiped from every ocean from the East Blue to Raftel.” He glanced down at the body in his arms, a soft, broken look before the rage hit again.

“They’re gonna pay for what they’ve taken, I’ll make sure of it personally.”

#smoker #one piece #Smoker x reader #Smoker One Piece #angst #crying #character death #tashigi

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