#i will write about cheery things soon i SWEAR

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On the veil

TW: Discussion of suicide and suicidal thoughts

Thanks to @four2andnew for this post responding to the meta I posted earlier - the post shares some really thought-provoking reflections on the veil, and why Harry, Luna, Neville and Ginny are the characters most drawn to this boundary between this life and the next.

In many ways, it seems very possible that all characters entranced by the veil might well have experienced suicidal thoughts or suicidal ideation. I’m writing a Ginny-centric piece at the moment, and it’s a prospect I’ve been thinking a lot about: both the context of both Ginny’s lingering guilt, but also whether her desperation to be rid of Riddle and the diary horcrux, or to stop people getting hurt on her account, might also led to her a very dark place in the year she was possessed.

That said, I have come down on the side of thinking to that characters’ response to the veil represents less a present or past desire to end their own life, than a curiosity about what happens after death. I think that’s why Luna, a character defined by her curiosity, her own experience of grief, and her acceptance of mysteries and magic much greater than herself, finds such peace with the idea of the veil. Hermione shares no signs of this speculative interest in death or what comes after, and fears when other character's seem fascinated or even attracted to it. Ron repeatedly shares a fear of death, sometimes - sorry Ron, love you! - even sounding a bit like Voldemort about it (Ron asks: 'What's worse than death?' OotP, 100 - later, Voldemort says: 'There's nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!' OotP, 814).

It's such an interesting question, then: why is it Harry, Neville and Ginny that are the three most entranced by the veil, aside from Luna?

Harry's curiosity about death is a persistent theme throughout the series, and is in some ways the most obvious. But Neville's view of death is less clear, and it's something I think a lot about. In OotP, Moody says of Frank and Alice Longbottom: 'Better dead than what happened to them.' (173, US edition). I’m so taken with idea that this idea that the people talk about the Longbottoms as suffering a fate worse than death, in ways that might well have changed how Neville views death - that he might fear death less than other terrible things that can happen to a person.

That Ginny would have this curiosity and/or a belief in some form of life after death is fascinating to me. I think a lot about where that came from. Until the end of the series, Ginny's experiences of loss are less acute that other character's - the deaths of her uncles happens before she's born, for instance, and the deaths that occur before the final battle (Sirius, Dumbledore, Moody) affect her, but much more indirectly than they do other characters.

Two helpful things have shaped how I've thought Ginny's views of death. One is the train station by dirgewithoutmusic, which is a fic that explores Ginny's experiences of hovering on the border of life and death in the Chamber. It's so compelling as an exploration of what Ginny might have gone through as the life slips from her as the Horcrux Riddle drains her soul from her, and I've sort of accepted it as a headcanon now.

The other is this really insightful meta by @thegirlwhowrites642 on the significance of Ginny and Riddle being the two characters with wands made of yew. I wonder if, in Ginny's interactions with the diary, she and Riddle ever discussed their shared wand woods, and if Riddle ever conveyed or alluded to his enormous fear of death. It seems likely Ginny would think a lot about why Voldemort would trap a part of himself in a diary, an obvious sign of a quest for immortality even if Ginny doesn't know anything about the horcruxes. (I also just love the idea of a yew tree growing over Ginny's grave after her death: of new life growing after she's gone, a sign that she understood something about death that Harry also knew, and that Riddle never did. It's the same idea that is inscribed on Lily and James' gravestones: the last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.) I think she and Harry would, one day, discuss these things, but even in its unspoken form in the series, I think it's the basis of a lot of really profound mutual understanding between the two of them.

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Hiiiii I've been scrolling to much in Tumblr thankful that I found ur acc, got hooked with ur writing when I read the jing yuan fic <333

so may i request dr. Ratio or sunday with a gojo m reader 👀, maybe enemies to lovers (anything is fine ^^) , the plot is yours to freely choose <33

Charm You Later~

Sunday | M. Reader as Satoru Gojo [Jujutsu Kaisen]

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"I hate that man I hate that man! …but oh cara mia..how I love him~"

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Oh how he hated that man. He would always waltz towards him and act all buddy-buddy, and he'll do it with that cheeky grin. How annoying.

And that voice. Oh how he dreaded it. Hearing it hurts his ears.

Just who does he think he is? Getting all chummy with him. A member of The Family! Just who does he think he is?! Another thing he doesn't understand.. is how Robin seems to be fond of him. How could his sister like someone like him? He's a complete man child!

When he asked about it, her response was. "He just seems to be a fun person to be around."

Fun? Him? He's more like a headache! An annoying headache!

Especially that one time...

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The door of the theater bursts open, revealing a tall man wearing sunglasses. He casually walks towards a specific seat, his hands in his pockets and a cheeky grin on his handsome face. Acting like he owns the place.

Some were swooned by the handsome man, some were whispering amongst each other, some looked at him with annoyance.

Just who does he think he is?

"Hey! Sunday!" He called out casually, raising a hand as if his tall figure and "grand entrance" didn't already attract anyone in the theater.

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How humiliating! To have someone as brash as him to call out to him like that in front of everyone! Sunday swears he wanted to kill him right then and there.

"What's with that look~"

"Shut up."

"Hey I was just asking an innocent question.."

The man pouts as Sunday turned his back against him. How grumpy.. why can't he just lighten up a little? A dream is supposed to be sweet, not bitter. "Come on~" Letting out a sigh, Sunday mumbled something under his breath before speaking up. "That's enough, [Name], please leave."

"Come on Sunday~ Why must you act this way to me.." [Name] teased as he continues to pout at Sunday for being a "meanie" surely he hasn't done anything bad, right? [Name] is positive he hasn't done anything that might result in such a behavior from Sunday. So.. he decided to continue with his teasing.

The other's teasing will always annoy Sunday to no end. He always acts so cheery, plus that cheeky, weirdly adorable grin on his face that doesn't seem to be leaving him anytime soon. He's looking down on him. Of course he is! His tone, no matter how friendly it is, still has that faint hint of arrogance in it. The way he acted is just so.. condescending.

Then again.. what did you expect from someone who always claims he's the strongest.

"Is it something I did? Hey, Sunday." [Name] wrapped his arms around his shoulders, leaning down a little to do so. "Sunday, tell me!" Poking the man's cheek as he kept pestering him like a child wanting their parents attention. With a groan Sunday slapped the man's finger with his wing. "Stop that."

[Name] pouts before finally leaving Sunday alone.

Finally.. some peace and quiet..

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Death comes for us all. A common knowledge. And yet, the moment that.. thing attacked..

He can't help but feel.. off..

The sight of that thing attacking him.

How the self proclaimed "Strongest" struggles in the face of Death. Then again.. no one could escape Death itself. But still.. he can't help but feel a wave of dread at the sight of it. When he saw him after the incident, there was one thing that crossed his mind..

'That blank, dead-like expression doesn't suit him.'

Where's the smile that always decorated his face? Where's the captivating glow of his eyes?

"What's this?" The other asked rather blankly, a tone that doesn't suit him one bit. "..a get well soon gift." "I'm not sick."

Letting out a sigh, Sunday continues to shoved the small box toward him. "Just take it." [Name] look at Sunday from over the top of his sunglasses, eyeing him for a moment before taking the gift, mumbling a small "Thanks."

'That look doesn't suit him.' Sunday continues to think of the same thing over and over again. The glint of mischief isn't there anymore... he can't deny it anymore.. Sunday had missed the bastard's mischievousness and his playful attitude.

"What's this for anyway?" "Stop that."

Taken aback by the sudden harsh words [Name] look up from the gift and stare at Sunday. "I beg your pardon?"

Sunday? Raising his voice like that? That's unheard of.. why is he acting this way? What happened? Is this truly Sunday? Thousands of theories run through his head as [Name] tries to think of a reason for the calm and collected Sunday to lose his temper like that.

"I said 'stop that.'" He huffed crossing his arms. Yeah no, [Name] isn't taking that attitude. "What's with you all of a sudden?"

"That's supposed to be my question you idiot!" Sunday suddenly raised his voice as his temper took the best of him. "Wha—Hey!" "Just shut up and listen to me!!"

[Name] glared at the winged man. Him? Telling him to shut up? Who does he think he is? Ordering the "Strongest" like that? And where is all of this coming from? It doesn't make sense! Not with how calm and collected Sunday usual is!

The winged man grabbed the other by his collar as he's getting fed up with their little argument. But before [Name] could protest again, he was silenced by something soft placed on top of his lips. A sweet kiss.

Huh?

Did he just..?

Stunned by the kiss that came out of nowhere, [Name] looked at Sunday with wide eyes. He was not expecting that... how is he supposed to expect that coming from the person who he annoys and argues 24/7?

The two blushed as Sunday looked away for a moment before speaking up. "That look doesn't suit you."

"Could you please... give me a smile instead..?"

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KISS AND TELL — ROBERT CHASE

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pairing: robert chase x reader

description: after endless mutual pining, you and chase finally hooked up over the weekend. you agreed to keep it a secret while you figured things out, but it doesn’t last long with the team around.

warnings: swearing, possibly a tiny bit ooc while i’m trying to figure out how i write the house characters, nothing else really. just the team teasing you both and a lil kissing in a closet

author’s note: am a sucker for house atm so pleaaase keep house related requests coming 🫶

“Mm,” you hummed against Chase’s lips as you pushed his chest gently away across the front seats of his car, “Taking things slow, huh?”

He smiled guiltily, pulling the keys from the ignition as he pulled away from you and pocketed them, “A little kiss is hardly rushing things after the weekend we’ve had, don’t you think?”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes.

You’d been (badly) concealing feelings for Chase for almost as long as you had been working in close proximity to him.

Everyone else was more than aware of it, but it had taken a drunken dinner to finally ease confessions from you both.

It was supposed to be a friendly dinner to round off a really stressful week.

But a few bottles of wine had stripped away your inhibitions and you’d made it more than clear that hiding your attraction to him had been an almost impossible task.

He’d confirmed his reciprocation with a quick, dazed kiss, and before you knew it you were staying at his house and wouldn’t be leaving until almost 48 hours later when you made a quick stop at home for a change of clothes before work.

Okay — taking things slow had been your idea, but even you knew it wasn’t going to work. Not when you’d felt the way you felt for so long, and especially not after all that had gone down that weekend.

Truth be told you were dizzy with how he made you feel, and as much as you wanted to keep scolding him for the PDA (well, hidden away in his car), the feeling of his lips on yours was one you wouldn’t get sick of.

“I guess you’re right,” you bit your lip, beginning to gather your things to head into the hospital for another long week, “But we have to keep this from them all, at least for now. I’m in no mood for House’s ‘I told you so’s today.”

“Gotcha.”

And so you entered separately, pretending to have arrived conveniently at the same time but not together.

Unbeknownst to you, Foreman had seen you get out of the car — and though he didn’t see you kiss, his suspicions got the better of him anyway.

So when Chase entered House’s office as was customary of a morning of late, Foreman followed close behind with a smug smirk on his face.

“You and Y/N, huh? Finally,” he teased, arms folded over his chest as he watched the panic flush Chase’s features, “I saw her get out of your car with you.”

“I—We— I didn’t think anyone saw us,” he replied, flustered, and House’s head snapped up from the crossword he was busying himself with to join in with the teasing, “You finally made a move, then?”

Chase’s head fell back in dismay.

Not only had he promised you not to tell them, but he was going to have to endure their teasing all fucking day about it.

What he should’ve done was say your car had broken down and he’d offered you a lift. Shit. Why didn’t he just say that?

Now he watched you approach the door to the office with a bright smile on your face and had to deal with knowing that it would soon be wiped away by your stupid friends because of his stupid mistake.

“Good morning, Y/N,” House smiled, and your eyes narrowed at the unusually cheery tone gracing his words, but you matched it anyway, “Morning Greg!”

“Wow, someone woke up on the right side of Chase’s bed this morning,” Foreman snickered, and immediately your eyes snapped to a panic stricken Chase as his eyes flickered between you and Foreman repeatedly.

You drew in a sharp breath, contemplating how best to express your irritation without completely losing your cool.

You weren’t embarrassed by everyone finding out, but you really didn’t want their teasing comments and constant watchful gazes to ruin the early stages of a relationship you’d been pining for for what felt like forever.

“What did you tell them?”

Posing the question to Chase that way meant you weren’t confirming anything, and he seemed to understand your angle as he gulped and scratched his head.

“Nothing— they assumed because Foreman saw you get out of my car that there must be something going on,” he rambled, and you rolled your eyes.

“And, if I recall correctly, your reply was that you didn’t think anyone saw you,” House quipped, “Which is hardly a denial, lovebirds.”

You scoffed, “Can friends not give each other a ride to work without it meaning they’re fucking?”

You saw Chase’s face flush crimson at your choice language, knowing it was far more than that.

“Hold on, nobody said you were just fucking,” House corrected you matter-of-factly, “You two are always staring at each other all gooey-eyed and it’s frankly revolting. But at least you’ve acted on it, finally.”

“You’re not gonna let this go until we admit it, are you?” you sighed, defeated.

Neither House nor Foreman said a word in response to that, instead choosing to silently smirk at you both.

“Fine,” you gave in, sauntering to Chase’s side, “We are seeing how things go. Not that it’s any of your business.”

“I’d argue that it is,” House’s lips were pressed together in a thin line as he paused for a moment, “But at least I’ve made a lot of money out of this.”

You rolled your eyes at him, glancing over at Foreman who was pulling money from his wallet from their apparent bet about how soon you and Chase would cave and admit your feelings.

“You guys are insufferable, you know that?” you huffed, half-joking, “If anything you make me want us to be more in your face about it.”

“Oh please, don’t pretend you want to shove excess PDA in our faces to annoy us,” Cameron laughed, hand on her hip as she smiled at you. She was genuinely happy for you, if not frustrated you hadn’t told her, “We all see the way you look at each other. You’ve wanted to eat each other’s faces since you transferred here, Y/N.”

You scoffed, “God, was it that obvious?”

You looked over at Chase now, and watched him ogle at you with his puppy-dog eyes.

Maybe they were right, maybe it had always been this obvious.

“I’m going to go get us some coffees, alright?” you glanced around the room with piercing eyes, “And when I get back, you are all going to go back to pretending none of what has happened this morning happened.”

“I’ll come with you!” Chase flew back to your side as you left the room, and you heard the team mumbling about you both as he did so.

You nudged his shoulder as you left, “I can’t believe you, Chase!”

“Hey, they didn’t give me a choice,” he pouted, but he was sure all the stress of pissing you off melted away entirely at the sound of your sweet laughter, “But—,”

He tugged you into a storage cupboard just shy of House’s office, “I’m kind of glad they know. I know I still can’t kiss you at work and stuff but, it’s relieving not hiding it from them now.”

“Now? We didn’t even have five minutes of hiding it anyway,” you giggled, enjoying the close proximity to him again, “C’mon, as much as I’d like to hide away in here with you all day, we do have work to do.”

His lips found yours quickly, and your hands tangled in his hair in a moment of weakness as you leaned into the kiss.

“Sorry, had to indulge myself once,” he sing-songed as he pulled away, opening the door and shuffling out, “Back to work, Dr. Y/L/N. Well, back to the coffee run.”

You giggled as you followed him out, checking that nobody was around to see you slip out of a closet together for god’s sake.

Unluckily for you, Wilson rounded the corner towards House’s office just in time to catch you staring doe-eyed at each other as you began to head down to get the team their coffees.

A smirk spread across his face, soon replaced with a scowl as he leaned into House’s office, “You’ll never guess who I just saw together.”

House shrugged, “Sadly, Sherlock Holmes, I can. And I’ll take the 50 bucks you owe me now.”

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i hope this was okay !!! let me know if you enjoyed please because feedback motivates me massively!

if you have any requests please go ahead, and in the meantime here is my masterlist!

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Chapter One- Partnership Deed.

Summary: the very beginning. how he came to be in the same house as you.

Author's notes: it's a small chapter, i'm sorry but more to come!

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No one tells you about how horrible this feeling is. This aloneness that consumes you. That empty that comes after everyone has left and you’re sitting there in the living room all alone. A hurried dinner you’re too tired to eat left on the table.

*Ring*

You’re jolted out of your depressive pity party at the sound of your phone ringing. Muting David Attenborough’s soothing voice and looking at your phone.

Unknown Number.

You pick it up and put it on speaker, sitting up straight, “Hello?”

The man who responds asks if you’re the one who put that advertisement for a roommate. You say yes, and he asks if he can come by to check the apartment out and you nod to no one, replying that yes, of course can, whenever he’s free.

“You mind if I come by now? I’m returning from the campus library actually.”

Because the only calls you’ve gotten till now were sleazy asshole who weren’t students, you’re surprised that guy is actually in your university.

“....Hello?”

“Yeah! Sorry!” you know you should say no, it’s nine in the night, you have work to do, a chapter to write, a business model to research, you should tell him to boot and that yes, you did mind if he came now, “Sure, you can stop by, I’ve got nothing to do. Can I get your name though, wouldn’t want a total stranger to enter my house, y’know.” you awkwardly chuckle and introduce yourself.

“Miguel. Miguel O’Hara.”

It’s a miracle you don’t drop the phone.

After what you can only describe as a painfully awkward goodbye, you rush to clean your apartment. Cursing the post-it’s scattered all around the house. They’re plot ideas, written in blue, purple, pink, all over the kitchen. The stray black ink used for definitions for costs and tendency curves and fuck if you remember what they mean and another fuck because this is Miguel O’Hara. The lead guitarist of that one band that always plays during uni fests. The tall fucking literal bull of a guy who captures everyone attention without meaning to. You both haven’t ever spoken to each other, never crossed paths because he’s a STEM student and though technically business is considered STEM for..whatever reason, it’s not the same and it’s in a different building. But you know who he is.  You’ve seen him from a distance, your friends teasing you for looking at someone like a blushing little girl, but you’re playing safe. 

You’ve just managed to make the place presentable when the intercom buzzes. In your haste to reach it, your toe catches on one of the dining chairs and you resist the urge to just say screw this and curl up in a ball and cry, instead hobbling over to the machine, cursing under your breath as you press the button, “Come on in!” you muster the cheeriest voice you can imagine. Granting him access into the building and immediately letting out a not so cheery expletive once your finger leaves the contraption. If this is all for naught you swear you’ll stay single till college is over, you can just live in fantasy, because god this guy is an idiot who thinks he can come up whenever he thinks he can. He’s probably one of those asshole dudes who thinks they’re better than everyone else.

But your dumbass is to blame. Your stupid constant to please people gee thanks for that mom

You rush to open the door as soon as you hear the knock, bracing yourself for an arrogant dude smirking at you-

Yes, that is Miguel O’Hara at your doorstep, but he’s shyly? Scratching the back of his neck, looking almost apologetic.

“I am so sorry for just barging in this late.” is the first thing he says,wincing as your eyebrows raise, “it’s just-

“No, it’s okay, you don’t have to say anything. It’s alright.” you smile and open the door wider, inviting him in.

Jesus, what was in the water he drank as a child? He towers over you as he steps in. You look up to his face as he scans the living room, almost smiling at the organized chaos around the house.

“Uh, over here is the bedroom you’ll be taking, if you’re moving in that is.” you walk past him, sleeve brushing his, pointing to the open bedroom he walks into, nodding approvingly. It’s decent for the money he’d pay as rent, there’s actually no reason for him to refuse. He can stay here-

“It’s a beautiful place.” he finally looks down at you, “Yeah, I think, if there’s no one else at the moment, I’ll be happy to accomodate the room.”

And that’s the story of how Miguel O’Hara became your roommate.

You wish you could say you lived happily ever after.

“Miguel!” you bang on his door, “Wash the fucking dishes, today’s your turn!”

You get a hum in return, and you know the dishes will get done really late or he’ll probably fall asleep at his desk. You wish you could ignore it, you really do. But again, thank the instilled doctrine that if you’re lazy to do anything you’re pathetic and don’t deserve to breathe air. With a swear on your breath, you storm to the kitchen, making sure to bang the dinner dishes as loud as you can. It’s been a week since he moved in. A week.

He had helped with dinner. Vegetable Gravy with turmeric and chillies and roti’s. Guy liked trying different cuisines and your penchant for cooking came in handy. One thing your mother taught you that helped. And he said he’d wash, that you worked too hard and he didn’t like seeing you all stressed out like a little mouse.

“You’re like a little mouse, always moving here and there.” He chuckles, his fingers wiggling to mimic a scampering rodent and sticks it in front of your face. 

You slap it away, “Oye, watch the gravy.” you point at the curry with your rolling pin.

 He dips a finger and brings it to his mouth to taste, looking at you as he licks it.

“Hmm, muy delicioso .”

“Thanks.”

In a partnership, to specify the deals of the relationship, a partnership deed is drawn up for specifics. Percentage of profit, ratio of distribution, shit like that. Roles for each partner. That’s precisely what this asshole needs, a real live list for him to see. You wonder if he needs sock puppets and Cheerios as well.

It takes ten minutes to draw up a good contract, with clear rules laid out for the both of you, he’ll probably come out in a few minutes.

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You wake up in a start, the lights are off, and there’s a blanket on top of you. The tv that was switched on was now switched off. 

That ass had finally come out, and he’d covered your sleeping form and switched the TV off. The metal glint of a pen catches your attention. Blinking, you scramble for the deed, looking over it, and on the bottom, right where you’d written out his name was his signature. And a little drawing of a flower with a sad face saying sorry in bubble speech.

Idiot. You smile, clicking the pen and signing above your name. 

He better make breakfast tomorrow.

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Captive | Vincenzo Cassano (Vincenzo)

Pairing: Vincenzo Cassano / Park Joohyung x Fem!Reader

Requested by anon: Hi Fifi! I saw you write for Vincenzo, and I was wondering if you would consider writing something angsty centered around the reader and Vincenzo dating and she gets kidnapped by Babel's ppl and he has to rescue her? I hope this is an ok request. Thank you! Your hard work on this blog is always appreciated. ♡

Genre: angst

Warnings: swears, spoilers for episode 16 and beginning of 17, blood, death, murder, psychopath, guns, this whole show is a warning man, mafia, mob, MURDER, i also changed a few small things to accommodate the reader in this imagine

Word Count: 3,173 words

A/n: my first vincenzo request! i loved this kdrama so much man and really hope i was able to do it justice below the cut. and i really just wanna hug you for your kind words there anon. you just made my night (i'm writing this late as hell). as always, feedback is always appreciated! i may have also gone a bit overboard with the length of this one without noticing. it's always the kdrama imagines these days...

“How’s she doing?” Vincenzo asked over the phone. As much as he was trying to hide his concern for his biological mother, his tone gave away his increasing worry about her. 

“She’s fine at the moment,” you said looking at the woman sitting in her wheelchair getting some fresh air. “She seems much more cheery since we took those pictures the other day.”

You turned away just barely missing the way the photograph you were talking about fell from her hands and another person - a man - approached and picked it up before striking up a small conversation with her. “She knows it’s you, you know. Why don’t you just tell her that you haven’t stopped looking over her from afar? Call her ‘Mom?’ It’d mean the world to her, you know,” you turned back hearing her laugh and noticed the man sitting on the bench next to her chatting away. Vincenzo said something that you didn’t quite catch. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I asked if you could stay with her tonight,” he repeated, voice trailing off. You could practically envision his brows furrowing. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah…just distracted. I’ll call you back later,” you hurried not waiting for a response before marching over to Gyeongja and the unknown man. “Can I help you with something?”

The man turned to look at you, eyes widening slightly before they went back to their normal size as he rose to his feet, a smile forming on his face. “Jang Hanseok,” he said, extending his hand to you before retracting it when you didn’t take it. “The photograph fell and I simply picked it up and could help but notice how handsome her son was. You must be happy to have such a handsome boyfriend.”

“Oh she is,” Gyeongja giggled softly. “They make a good couple.”

His attention shifted from you back to her briefly before turning back to you, a strange look in his eye. It was then that you fully took him in. His skin was slightly tanned, crows feet appearing at the corners of his eyes whenever he smiled, hair perfectly styled to compliment his casual outfit, a monotone look consisting of a blazer, t-shirt, and slacks, finished with a pair of canvas sneakers, all in off-white. There was an uneasy air about him that made you nervous just being in his presence. Shivers went down your spine as the hair on the back of your neck stood up. You didn’t have a spidey sense but if you did, it would most definitely be going off like crazy right now.

The look in Hanseok’s eyes changed drastically as you continued staring at him, almost as if sensing your discomfort.  You stepped closer to Gyeongja gripping the handles of the wheelchair tightly, your knuckles turning white. He smiled again, raising his brows momentarily before clearly his throat.

“Well, ladies, I have a very important appointment to get to so I’ll see you both around. I hope you get better soon,” he turned to you and stared for a moment before leaving, not looking back. 

You watched him carefully before hearing a sigh and looking at the older woman as her fingers grazed over the photograph as she gazed in the direction he'd walked in.

“The poor thing. He doesn’t have a single picture with his parents. And his father never cared for him…”

Under most circumstances you would feel some form of sympathy for any one person after a comment like that, but for some reason it only sets alarms off in your head.

“It’s getting a bit cold, we should go back inside so you don’t get sick,” you said, beginning to push the wheelchair.

Your phone buzzed as you entered the hospital. Once inside an elevator you pulled it out seeing a message from Vincenzo.

I’m going to tell her tonight. I’m not missing this chance. I’ll be there later.

You smiled, sending a quick reply before shoving your phone back in your pocket as the elevator stopped and the doors opened and you headed to her room, getting her situated back in the bed and chatted with her for a while before she drifted off, you following soon after.

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Mumbling from outside the door woke you from your light slumber. Carefully rising from your place in the chair you went to the door jumping back as it was opened and a man dressed in scrub entered, the guard posted outside the room being tossed inside like he weighed nothing, blood pooling on the floor underneath his head. You turned to rush to the bed to press the call button, an arm wrapping around your neck preventing you from doing so. The grip tightened as you scratched and pulled at the man’s arms, mouth opening and closing as you tried to make a sound, only for nothing to come out.

“Just pass out you bitch,” he uttered as he tightened his hold on your. You began getting light headed and fought even hard against his grip to try and break free to no avail. You began going limp in his arms as a sharp stinging sensation spread in your neck. He’d injected you with a sedative that only quickened the effects of the lack of oxygen. You finally passed out. 

Quietly, he sat you next to the door, slumped against the wall and made his way over the bed, pulling on a pair of latex gloves as he stared at the old, sick, defenseless woman. She turned around slowly as she awoke, the photograph clutched to her chest.

“What’s going on?” she asked as she looked behind him seeing the bloodied floor and the seemingly dead man. Her eyes shifted to your body slumped over, not moving either but no blood.

The man rushed at her wrapping his gloved hands around her neck beginning to choke her. Her own shot up attempting to push them away with the little strength she could muster as the beeping of the heart monitor sped up. The machine flatlined as she lost consciousness after a number of minutes, arms falling away from him. Letting go, he stepped back, walking over to your body and picking you up, taking you out of the room and laying you down on the gurney he’d been using to get around without suspicion. Placing you on it, he covered you with a sheet - not noticing the shoe that had fallen off in the room. Closing the door, he began pushing the gurney away from the room nurses only giving him a spare glace.

Taking an elevator to the first floor, he pushed it out walking right past Vincenzo who didn’t spare him a second glance as he got in the elevator, a brown paper bag in hand, ready to call Gyeongja ‘Mom’ for the first time in a long, long time. To see your face as you smiled at him when he did so. Ready to be on the receiving end of a strong embrace from the two of you - the two people who truly made him feel like he had a chance at being a normal civilian.

Unbeknownst to him at that moment, none of those things would happen. Instead he’d be met with his good friend Death once more, ruining all of those plans. Police rushed past him as he neared his mother’s room. A crowd was formed outside looking in. His eyes drifted to the linoleum floor seeing the blood splatters outside. His heart rate sped up as he kept walking, pushing away a doctor to look inside, fear growing in his chest. He stood in the doorway seeing his mother’s - his mom’s - covered body laying lifeless, arm handing over the edge of the bed. You were nowhere to be seen, a stray shoe laying discarded on the floor.

The paper bag crashed to the floor just as his entire world began crashing down around him. Tears welled in his eyes as he neared the bed falling to his knees, spotting the crumpled photograph directly underneath her hand on the floor. The tears spilled from Vincenzo’s eyes as he held her wrist softly, everything hitting him and being processed through his mind. In that moment he swore he would find whoever was responsible for her death. He would find you and fight to keep you safe. He wouldn’t - couldn’t - allow you to suffer the same fate because of him.

~~~

Hanseok tore the pictures in half as he smirked after having met Myunghee’s gaze as she hung up the phone. He looked over at you sitting on the floor, your hands bound and mouth gagged, with an equally sinister grin as he tossed the pictures in your direction. They were images of Gyeongja and you in her hospital room. Neither of you were aware you were being watched. Hanseok rose to his feet, sneering in your face as he did so, before grabbing Myunghee by the hand and beginning to waltz around the room with her as they both let out manic laughs.

Tears welled in and spilled from your eyes as you realized what must’ve happened. Gyeongja must be dead. They’d killed her. They’d order for her to be murdered. And they let you live as live bait for the one person they were truly after. 

Vincenzo.

Hanseok stopped dancing, laughter still falling from his lips as he looked over at you making his way to you. With brute force, he forced you to your feet, holding you up with one hand, fingers pressing painfully against your jaw and cheeks.

“You have got a temper,” he scolded. “I don’t like being ignored. But seeing as though you clearly mean something to that consigliere, I may just be able to get more than enough use out of you before throwing you away.”

Fear coursed through your veins as you looked at the eerily cheerful man. No remorse or even regret was evident, which scared you even more. This man wasn’t normal, that much was evident. And right now you really wished he was. That he would be capable of having some guilt. But you knew he wouldn’t.

“Call Hanseo and Seunghyuk,” he ordered. “We’re celebrating a victory tonight.”

~~~

“All right,” Hanseok sighed, holding a glass of liquor in his hand. “Tonight, we’re going to drink ourselves stupid.”

“Sir,” Hanseo began glazing over at you sitting on the floor beside him. “Why are you in such a good mood?”

“Because I just killed Vincenzo’s mom. And I happen to have his other most prized possession at my beck and call,” he spared you glance, hand pulling your hair roughly knocking you over. Hanseo and Seunghyuk were clearly shocked by his words. “Can you imagine? Finally reunited after 30 years, then BAM!”

“What?”

“I mean, poor guy. It must be killing him. Mother dead. Girlfriend missing,” he laughed.

Hanseo looked at you in shock, heart pounding his chest. He could allow anything to happen to you lest his own plan be ruined. Seunghyuk looked at you momentarily before looking at Myunghee, “Were you aware of this?”

“What’s wrong?” Hanseok asked. “You disappointed in me?”

“Oh, what? No, sir,” Seunghyuk stuttered, laughing hesitantly as he looked at you struggling to sit back up. “I’m worried about the consequences. That’s all. I mean, the poor girl. Can’t you treat her a bit more, humanely?”

“He’s right,” Hanseo agreed. “Why would you go and poke the bear, sir? And to treat her like this?”

Hanseok bit the inside of his cheek, staring at the two men, before looking down at you and scoffing.

“Of course you two are in agreement…since you’re such good buddies,” Myunghee commented.

“Excuse me?” Seunghyuk questioned meekly. “Just what are you saying? Hey, Ms. Choi-”

Hanseo stood up, “How dare you speak to me like that?”

“Please, I’m just stating a very simple fact.”

Hanseo huffed looking at Hanseok who couldn’t look any more disinterested in the conversation watching you struggle as he played with his glass, “Come on, sir! She’s exaggerating. He saw I was struggling with some business stuff, and he was helping me out.”

Hanseok’s gaze flitted to him almost as if daring him to keep lying to him.

“I’m afraid that doesn’t explain all your secret meetings,” Myunghee added leaning forward, her foot jutting out and kicking you. “Not to mention the meetings you’ve had with this one.”

Seunghyuk and Hanseo began arguing with Myunghee - who kept her cool - attempting to climb out of the hole they’d unknowingly put themselves in. Whilst Hanseok continued playing with the glass as he foot began tapping against your head rather harshly. You couldn’t decide whether you wanted Vincenzo to come and get you out of this situation or pray he kept his mind straight and focused on taking Babel down. But knowing him as well as you did, you already knew he’d rather get shot time and time again before allowing any of these people to get away with his mother’s murder and your kidnapping.

The three continued arguing as Hanseok forced you up and gripped your face tightly, not looking at you as he watched them go back and forth.

“You’ll all end up just like this too,” he whispered, a smirk on his face. “Just watch.”

You jumped back as a bloodied man came running through an entrance stopping the begging from Seungyuk to Hanseok to believe him as Myunghee screamed from shock. For the first time in a while Hanseok looked slightly shocked as he spotted the man, the same man who had been in the hospital room. The man you could only assume murdered Gyeongja.

He was muttering something incomprehensible to your ears before a gunshot echoed through the air, a bullet being fired into his torso. Followed by another through the back of his head. Your heartbeat sped up as you shuffled backwards attempting to distance yourself, Hanseok holding you in place. Everyone was shaking and whimpering in fear as the man’s body fell revealing Vincenzo standing there gun aimed and ready to fire another shot. 

From where you were you could see the blood on his hands and face, his bruised and bloodied knuckles and cold expression reminding you just exactly who it was you were with. He never hid it from you but you’d never seen him like this - this cold. He’d never allowed you to see this side of him. Not even when you left Italy after Paulo attempted to have you both killed in his apartment. 

There wasn’t a single emotion in his eyes as he stared blankly at Hanseok, gun aimed at him. He didn’t glance at you as he walked forward calmly, eyes trained on the man holding you firmly beside him. Fear settled in your stomach as you stared at the barrel that was pointed in your direction by sheer chance. He moved his arm and pointed the gun at Myunghee who cowardly fell down then to Seunghyk and Hanseo who hid behind the couch, before going back to Hanseok who continued to stare him down. His eyes flitted to yours for a split second twitching his head slightly, before going back to Hanseok’s. He began firing the gun in different directions forcing everyone to take some sort of cover - even you. Glass and porcelain shattered upon contact from the bullets. With Hanseok covering his head, you took your chance to move away from him as best as you could, struggling as you did so.

With you out of the way, Vincenzo aimed the gun once more at Hanseok as he made his way closer, giving you a chance to crawl behind him. He lowered the gun helping you stand and giving you a brief once over before turning back to the man he was there to give a message to.

“Murdering my mother…kidnapping my woman…those were unforgivable and absolutely foolish actions,” he said monotonously. “I knew that you killed countless people and even tried to kill me. Do you know why I haven’t killed you?” he paused looking at the gun. “It's a hassle.” 

Hanseok looked up and Vincezo took a few steps forward, your feet staying glued to the floor where you had been standing behind him. 

“I had a job to do. So putting a bullet in you, wasn’t worth wasting my time over. I’m not sure your measly sidekicks would inconvenience me much.”

He took a seat on the couch.

“But now…you all have to die.”

There was an exclamation of ‘don’t kill me’ and whimpers as he paused, staring directly in front of him before he continued speaking.

“Don’t worry. It won’t be tonight. I live by this principle: ‘What a blessing it is to have a painless death.’ I’m going to give you two things you’ve earned. First, the humiliation of a lifetime, and second…a slow and agonizing end to your life,” Vincenzo turned his head to Hanseok. “I swear.”

He looked away, “You can take care of that garbage. And don’t even try pinning his death on me or it will be all over the news…who hired my mother’s killer.”

Vincenzo rose back to his feet, beginning to walk back in your direction before stopping as he made a noise as if he’d remembered something, going back to Hanseok who crawled backwards as Vincenzo lifted the gun and took aim, cocking the gun, “Here’s a preview for all of you.”

He moved the gun a few centimeters before firing it, taking off a chunk of Hanseok’s ear, his scream filling the air. Vincenzo turned back around walking briskly in your direction and grabbing your arm, pulling you with him as he left as though he were leaving a very rough legal meeting.

~~~

Vincenzo was bent over his mother’s body crying as you stood beside him, unsure of what to say or do. The man who had always been so strong and fearless, void of much emotion was breaking down before your very eyes.

“Ma,” he cried over and over again as he sobbed. “Ma.”

~~~ “You should get some rest,” you offered as you stood beside him near the memorial front of the funeral home. “You’ve had a rough time.”

He looked over at you, the bells chiming and drum beating at the monks chanted something consistently, but didn’t say a word before looking away. Everyone from the plaza was there with him offering some semblance of support but clearly mourning and feeling the pain Vincenzo was feeling himself. 

~~~

Vincenzo sobbed into the scarf his mother had asked to be given to him. The words she’d written in her letter pieced his hardened heart over and over again as he read them. He sobbed as he leaned forward on the small table. You walked over from the kitchen and sat beside him wrapping your arms around him tightly, allowing him to cry into you.

“We’ll make them pay,” you whispered tears welling in your own eyes as he arms pulled you tightly against him. “We’ll make them pay for what they’ve done.”

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March Ninth (Marc Spector x f!reader)

Summary: It’s Marc Spector’s birthday, something you only know because of Steven and Jake. After Marc walks out on you, he realizes he needs to tell you why he really hates his birthday and let you help him. (Angst, fluff)

Pairings: Marc Spector x f!reader, some Steven Grant and Jake Lockley x f!reader

Warnings: A little angst, everyone is sad but it ends happy, DID portrayal consistent with Moon Knight show portrayal (please let me know if there are errors), child abuse mentions

A/N: I have like ten requests to write and instead you’re getting more sad Marc. Can you tell I have a thing for romantic food fights? Kind of a BB-8 cameo - I might start writing Poe Dameron fics soon. This story started to get away from me and I let it.

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Marc watches you from across the restaurant. It’s not an overly fancy place, but it’s nice. He has a sneaking suspicion about why you invited him out tonight. He wouldn’t even be here, but Steven had insisted it had nothing to do with his birthday.

That was a boldfaced lie Marc realizes as he approaches you. Anger swells in his chest. You shouldn’t even know when his birthday is, and you certainly shouldn’t be acknowledging it.

“Hi!” You greet him cheerfully as he slides into the bench across from you. His face is fixed in that deep frown, and it mutes your excitement… but only a little.

“Is this a birthday dinner?” Marc whispers harshly, leaning across the table.

“Yeah.” Any remaining excitement fades away at his deep frown and cold tone. “Steven said-”

“Fuck whatever Steven said!” His voice is quiet, and somehow that harsh whisper is even worse than if he were yelling. “I don’t celebrate my birthday.”

When he stands, you can physically feel something in your heart crack. Painful fractures spiral outward as he fixes you with a cold brown-eyed stare. Marc has never looked at you like that before. It stuns you into silence, a silence so pervasive and heavy that even as Marc stands up and leaves you can’t call after him.

Marc Spector walks out. He abandons you. Marc leaves you sitting alone in a restaurant to stare at the space he occupied moments ago.

“Are you still expecting someone?”

Of course the waiter shows up right now. You finally tear your eyes away from the emptiness and clear your throat while you will the tears not to fall.

“He actually uh- he’s stuck at work,” you reply making eye contact with the table. “Can I just get the check?” — Marc storms into his apartment filled with a rage he can’t quite describe. He specifically avoided the birthday topic with you entirely. You only could have known because of Steven. Marc’s pissed at you. He’s pissed at Steven. Jake was probably in on it too, so he’s pissed at him. And Marc, he himself was the one who had just abandoned you. But then again, hating himself is nothing new.

“Fuck!” He swears and grabs the sides of his sink to stare at his own reflection. “Steven!”

“How was it, mate?” Steven is perky as he appears, his voice full of a misplaced optimism. “Did you see…” 

His voice trails off as he finally realizes that something is wrong.

“You told her it’s my birthday.”

“Well you weren’t going to,” Steven replies indignantly.

“Of course I fucking wasn’t! I don’t celebrate my birthday you prick!”

“I know that, Marc! I was trying to give you a cheery little day.”

Marc could have put his fist through the mirror right then. He didn’t want a ‘cheery little day.’ He wanted to spend the evening alone, maybe drink himself into a stupor, maybe give Jake control for the night.

“Where is she?”

Speaking of Jake. He is the one who realizes you are absent from the flat. Marc ignores the question. He has to direct his guilt and anger at someone besides himself. Even as he starts shouting at Steven he knows it’s unfair, but he does it anyway.

“You know why I never had a good birthday, Steven? Do you?” Marc snarls. “I gave them to you! Every good moment of every birthday went to you. When we turned fourteen and mum was doing okay, I gave you that whole day… I told myself next year. Next year it can be my turn, and today I’ll be content as a fly on the wall. And guess fucking what! There was no next year! But you, you got to remember turning fourteen and b- being happy!”

Steven is silent and hurting as Marc screams at him through their reflection, but he tamps down those feelings for Marc’s sake and for yours. Because Steven has finally realized what Jake already figured out - Marc should be at dinner with you, and he’s not.

“I know,” Steven says with a remarkable kindness and complete calm.

That stuns Marc into silence.

“Marc, we helped her plan tonight because we knew all of that,” Jake joins the conversation. He’s surprisingly talkative tonight. “We planned these birthday-ish things: cake, dinner, ice cream, a few gifts. But no actual birthday mentions, thought you’d need to work up to that…” — You weren’t going to so much as breath the words ‘happy birthday’ tonight. Jake and Steven had warned you that Marc wasn’t a birthday person but insisted that you could, should plan something. And you had. And he had left. And now you were in bed at 8 pm trying to stop crying.

To your credit, you did make it to your apartment before the tears came, but when they did, it was like you had removed a stone from a dam. There was no stopping the flood.

The darkness of the room surrounds you, numbing you to the outside world as you lay wrapped in it. For how long, you don’t know. Your comforter is pulled tight around you to keep you warm in the intentionally chilly apartment. The giant moon blanket - a gift from Marc - sits in an unused heap on the floor where you tossed it. All you want to do is sleep, but you can feel the emptiness beside you where Marc or Steven or Jake always slept. 

The rustle of keys in your door only vaguely registers, but when a thin sliver of light from the hallway falls across the room, you know who it is without even looking. The door clicks shut; the room goes dark again. Marc, or maybe it’s Jake or Steven, shuffles closer.

You’re too upset to talk to Marc, and though the rational part of you knows that Steven and Jake didn’t purposefully or maliciously set you up for failure, the irrational part is upset with them too. Naturally, you take the coward’s way out and pretend to be asleep.

Marc nearly trips over the blanket on the ground, the blanket you never sleep without. He swallows hard as he stares at the swirling gray pattern of the moon. He’d hurt you bad. He brings the soft blanket with him as he climbs into bed beside you, staring at your back. He can’t sleep without you, which is stupid and cliche but also the truth.

After the three alters had settled their differences, Jake had cajoled him into coming over for the sake of getting their body to sleep and for you.

Marc is pretty sure you’re awake, but you’ve made no move to greet him. Your breathing is deep and slow, but almost deliberately so. Maybe he should go, he thinks.

“She’s awake. If she didn’t want you here, she’d have kicked you out,” Steven says. Steven has a point.

Marc stretches out behind you. For a long moment, his hand hovers at your waist for a second before pulling back. Yep, it’s definitely Marc. He’s shifting behind you, and when he settles, you can feel just the light touch of his fingers grazing your upper back.

God, you’re so angry at him. And yet, despite the storm of feelings coursing through your body, knowing he’s there and listening to his his soft breathing, finally soothes you into sleep. Marc feels your body relax as you drift off. He desperately wants to hold you, to smooth away your tears, to explain, apologize. Instead, he settles for hugging your giant Porg stuffed animal to his chest. It’s the spot where you belong, and the stuffed animal is a pathetic substitute for your warmth.

-- When you wake up your eyes are puffy from crying, Marc is asleep. You sit up, careful not to disturb him. He’s cute, holding the stuffed Porg tightly with the moon blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Despite a stale anger that has taken up residence in your stomach, you press your lips to his temple before you climb out of bed and start coffee. Then you run cold water over a washcloth and press it against your swollen eyes, leaning back on the counter and listening to the quiet drip, drip of coffee in the pot. The sound is soothing, and it gives you time to think about the events of last night with a clearer head.

A few minutes pass before a warm hand smooths hair from your forehead and runs across your hands to pull the cloth away from your eyes. Marc’s big sad eyes meet yours, and you can’t hold his gaze for another second before your own eyes start to burn.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers and takes your face between his hands, thumbing your tears away. “I shouldn’t have left. I’m sorry.”

Someone taught you not to say ‘it’s okay’ when accepting an apology. It might have been Steven actually. But right now, you can’t find the ‘thank you’ that you had learned was the right way to accept an apology.

“I’m sorry,” Marc repeats when you don’t respond. His eyes implore you to believe him, and you do, but believing him isn’t enough.

“You can’t just apologize and expect me to be okay. You have to talk to me, Marc. You left me at a fucking restaurant! It was worse than being stood up.” Shit, now you’re really starting to cry again. Your eyes ache and burn.

Steven and Jake are surprisingly silent, and now of all times. Marc steps back and sits on the dining room table, his legs dangling in the air. He grips the table until his knuckles turn white.

“We went to your birthday party a few months back,” Marc starts. “You had family there. Friends. You blew out candles, and everyone sang and wore those stupid hats. That’s how you remember birthdays.” Marc runs his fingers through his messy brown hair and leans forward, elbows on his knees, head in his palms as he stares at the ground. “One year, on my… my birthday, my mom wouldn’t even come downstairs. One year, she got drunk and told me I killed my brother on purpose. The next year, she told me she wished I died instead and beat the shit out of me for being the one who lived.”

You can’t look at Marc. The sight of his red-rimmed eyes and streaming tears is going to make you cry harder.

“It’s not an excuse, but you deserve to know. I shouldn’t have left you there, and I’m sorry.” Marc reaches out a hand for yours. You let him take it. 

He pulls you closer so you stand between his legs. You had known his birthdays were awful, that his whole childhood was one mess after another, that his mother was… how she was. You hadn’t known all of this.

It’s a testament to how much Marc loves you that the usually reserved man would share so much of himself. It’s likely Steven had words with him after last night too.

“Thank you for telling me,” you whisper and smooth a curl out of Marc’s eyes so you can finally meet them full on.

The look you two share communicates more than words ever could - his regret, your forgiveness, a mutual agreement that it couldn’t and wouldn’t happen again. You pull Marc in close, letting him rest his head heavily on your shoulder while his body trembles.

“Don’t be mad at Steven and Jake,” he manages to choke out. “They meant well.”

“I was mad at them, but I just needed to cool off for the night.” Your voice is full of reassurance. “I’m still glad you came over.”

Marc leans back and presses his forehead against yours, your noses bumping together.

“The penguin isn’t as good at cuddling as you,” Marc smiles.

You roll your eyes. He knows it’s a Porg.

Just then his stomach growls, and an idea occurs to you. Maybe you’re pushing it, but it was an expensive cake.

“Can I show you something?”

Marc nods, and you pull him over to the cake box. You can feel the tension radiating out from him as he looks at it, and you grab his hand as you lift the lid.

The cake doesn’t say “Happy Birthday.” It simply says ‘Marc,’ but the ‘c’ of his name has been turned into the Chicago Cubs logo. The whole thing is frosted like a baseball diamond with little sugar candy bats and baseballs and gloves stuck all over. So what if it is a bit gaudy and over the top? What’s important is that it has exactly zero mention of birthdays at all. There’s not even candles. 

Marc squeezes your hand, then turns and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“Are you suggesting cake for breakfast?” He asks.

“Yep,” you pop the p hard and hope he approves.

“You’re strange,” he mutters. But there’s affection behind his words, and he’s already reaching for a knife. You grab plates.

“Can I have home plate please?” You beg. That piece is absolutely loaded with icing, and Marc observes you with a tipped head then laughs and cuts you the piece.

“What? I love icing.”

“Is it good?”

“Icing? Yeah! Have you not…” you trail off and curse silently. What had you literally just discussed? Of course the man who hates birthdays isn’t out gorging himself on birthday cake.

“Not for a long time.”

When he takes the first bite of cake, it’s like watching the sun rising over the horizon or seeing stars appear in the night sky. His lips curl into a smile. His eyes go wide. Marc is absolutely delighted, and soon he’s reaching over to steal your piece.

“There’s more right there!” You protest and wave your fork in the direction of the cake that is actually closer to him than you are. 

Marc grins as he steals another bite from you. His eyes catch on your lips. He huffs out a small laugh. Then his hand is reaching out to swipe frosting from the side of your mouth.

“Simba her!”

“Steven… what?”

“Did you not watch The Lion King with us… oh never mind. Give me the body.”

For an instant, Steven takes control. It’s so brief you don’t even notice how his face changes, probably because you’re too busy having frosting smeared across your forehead.

“Simba,” Steven says in a low voice. A moment later Marc has the body again, and he’s relieved to see you smiling.

Bless Steven. Any remaining tension in the room is gone, any fight put firmly in the past as you blink up at him with surprise.

“Marc!” You hiss. You don’t realize it was Steven, and you never will.

The man starts to protest, but is cut off as you smear green frosting across his cheek, a whole handful of it. It doesn’t matter that Steven started it, the battle is on. The two of you are armed with frosting and chasing each other around the kitchen. 

As you back away from Marc, you slip on the tile. Your feet slide out from under you, and for a second you can almost see your head smashing against the kitchen table until Marc catches you easily. Superhero reflexes and all that. Your momentum carries you both to the ground, but Marc manages to guide you into a well-controlled crash landing that is cushioned by his muscular form.

“You’ve got something,” he gestures vaguely to your whole face as you lay on top of him.

You scrunch your frosting covered nose. His eyes flicker over to your bed, then back to you. Bed. You.

“What?”

“Your weird penguin thing is watching us.”

“It’s a Porg stuffie-”

“Stuffie?” Marc teases.

You narrow your eyes and pretend to be angry.

“Yes. Stuffie. And you know his name is Luke, so be nice, and he’s not watching us because he isn’t real.”

“So he isn’t real, but I have to be nice?”

“That reminds me,” you ignore Marc’s question - to which the obvious answer is yes - and jump up. There’s a big gift bag on the counter, and you pass it down and sit beside Marc. “Here. A, um, a present for... no reason at all.”

Marc stands, washes his hands, and pulls off his white frosting-covered undershirt before he takes the bag. He is devoid of frosting and completely distracting you with his bare chest as reaches into the bag and pulls out the stuffed animal, a little round orange and white droid. He chuckles a little and shakes his head.

“To be Luke’s friend,” you offer the explanation weakly, only now realizing that this adult man probably does not want a stuffie.

“Hi BB-8,” he says to the droid, then to you. “Is this because you think I look like that guy in the movie?”

“Maybe.” You grin, glad that he got the reference.

“Thank you, baby.”

He’s tense for an instant, then he hugs the stuffed droid in one arm and wraps the other around you. “I know you want to say it. You can say it.”

His dark eyes are serious. His bare chest is warm even through your shirt.

“Happy birthday, Marc.”

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Avatar Scenarios | You are a soft female human who smiles and laughs a lot

You are a sunshiny human who wears your heart on your sleeve, surprising all Navi with your readily forgiving nature and heart of gold.

[experimented human who can breathed air, which is why there's no mention of a mask]

I might even write a fanfic of this with f!human paired with either Ao'nung or Neyetam! What do you guys think?

When Jake and Neytiri first took you in, Neytiri disliked you strongly

Their kids first thought you were strange and were curious about everything about you

All of the children can speak English fairly well (Knowing Jake, I know the kids have to know at least a good amount of English words)

You also know a bit of Navi, but your vocabulary was only a little better than an older child

The first thing everyone notices is that you were soft-hearted and gentle

You were so eager and willing to learn and help in any way you can

You are also a naturally clumsy human, so your own clumsiness makes you laugh

It’s strange to them, how you’ll trip over a root and burst out laughing because of the humor of the situation even if you’re obviously in pain

You find the children funny and adorable, so you’re laughing or smiling at something or other

The children catch on, and your sense of humor and your cheerful heart begins to rub off on them

Kiri and Tuk are the most susceptible, they’re always laughing if you are

Lo’ak loves to hear you laugh or see you smile, so he’s constantly coming up with ways to give you a reason to laugh or smile

You’re not sure if Neteyam finds your sense of humor relatable, his face is so bland

But from time to time you catch him smiling or chuckling at you, so you think he just tries to act older

Neytiri really tried to hold on to her dislike, but you’re so sweet, cheery, and soft that she ends up accepting you and becoming one of your dear friends

Obv you’re not smiling or laughing 24/7, but you do it so often

Everyone, including the clan, is used to hearing you laugh or smile, even if it doesn’t make sense to them or if it’s for no reason

The thing that everyone appreciates is that even though you laugh or smile often, you’re not flighty, you just find a reason to be sweet and loving

Or, if you’re not smiling or laughing, you are just in utter content and it shows, it really does

Everyone loves you

When you have to flee to the Metkayina clan, your cheerfulness dampens slightly, but you try harder to smile

When Ronal makes negative comments about you and your humanness, you still manage a gentle smile of understanding and say nothing

Tsireya LOVES you, finally she finds another soft-hearted, sunshine person like her

Ao’nung and his friends bully you more than everyone else, and you, despite your readily forgiving nature, do hate this

But you continue to be sweet and kind, but woe to those if you catch them bullying Kiri or Tuk

You surprised everyone, and more so yourself, when you flew into a rage when Ao’nung and his friends called Kiri a “freak”

The surprising thing was, it took no violence

You went off on a harsh lecture about how pathetic and so, so so, low they were

Called them out on their insecurities, immaturity, etc. all without the use of swearing

Because you had always been a sweet and loving character, this hurt worse

It even hurt Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Kiri to hear the words coming out of your mouth

Ao’nung and his friends were not without heart, so your lecture made them feel a shame that not even their parent’s lectures had caused

They never did bother your siblings again, and matured more after that

Pretty soon, the Metkayina clan accepted you and you became a favorite

You requested to receive training to be a healer, and Ronal herself became your mentor

Enjoy!

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[dingusfreakhxrrington]

Hi ! How are you ?

Can you write a Tom Grant x Male reader imagine where Tom goes to male reader after his break up with Ruth because he needs comfort and they are friends and reader have feelings for Tom ?

Thank you 🥺

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Maybe It's A Good Thing?

pairing: tom grant x male!reader

summary: after his tough breakup with ruth, tom confides in his friend but when they start to talk and previously locked away feelings finally begin to surface it has him questioning everything once again.

warnings: mentions of a messy breakup, mostly just angst, hurt/comfort, alcohol consumption (cider), swearing, unrequited love

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i absolutely loved this request and i think i want to write a second part to this already…

read part 2 here

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You and Tom had been good friends from the moment he’d started working at the caravan park. You were one of the only other guys around his age and also a new start after you finished your time at school. Your parents had pointed you towards the local caravan park, convincing you that it would be like you were on holiday even though you were at work.

They weren’t entirely right about that but you enjoyed working there nonetheless. The work could be tiring but the atmosphere was always cheery in the small, lively community where everyone looked out for one another.

Tom had moved down from Derby, a total newcomer from across the country. Still, with his playful personality, he fit in almost too well. He was always up for a laugh, always smiling unless he’d had another fight with Kai although the two of them always made up soon enough.

The only trouble he ever had was the heartache of missing his girlfriend. Her parents never allowed her to come down to visit so he often had to make the journey back to Derby to see her. Long-distance was something most people couldn’t pull off but somehow they’d always made it work.

So, it surprised you when they broke up not too long after Ruth finally came down to visit. A few weeks had passed and everything seemed to be fine. Well, until Kai started saying things about her, insinuating that she was having an affair with one of the other workers.

Of course, Tom didn’t believe it at first. Not until Ruth came stumbling out of the sea, looking as though she’d almost drowned and went straight to Jade. Jade gave her her jacket and, when Tom saw, he practically pounced on Kai.

All you could do was stand there and watch, not knowing how to comfort him or calm him down because you were actually happy that Kai was right. You shouldn’t have been but you were and no matter how much guilt you felt for feeling that way, you couldn’t help it.

Tom had been in a long-term relationship from the day you met him. He was committed and very much in love with the girl. Still, that didn’t stop you from falling for him. You wished it had. You wished you didn’t have feelings for him because it would have made everything so much easier.

You’d pushed those feelings aside for years, trying to hide how you felt about him. Hell, you’d even tried dating other people but it never worked out and it never would. Not while you were in love with him. But he was in a relationship, he was happy. He was off-limits.

You knew they were arguing, you could hear them yelling. Well, you could hear him yelling. Ruth was painfully quiet and you knew she wasn’t giving him the answers he wanted. Then, you heard his front door slam shut followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. For just a moment, you considered going after him to make sure he was okay but you knew he probably needed a minute to himself to clear his head.

They’d been together since they were 15 — for three years. It would take time for him to get over it, to calm down. It wasn’t just because they had broken up or that she was leaving him for a girl but the fact that she had been going behind his back with Jade. She had been cheating on him, lying to him. Whether she was actively pursuing a relationship with Jade behind his back or not.

She hadn’t been honest with him and, as a result, she had hurt him. You’d never hurt him, never. Although you could understand her side a little. She had probably been coming to terms with her sexuality and trying to understand her feelings for Jade. Tom was all she had ever known so you couldn’t fault her for wanting to experience something more than that — to find herself.

She had just gone about it the wrong way and she hurt him when he didn’t deserve it. 

For about an hour it was quiet. Everyone had gone back to whatever they had been doing before the incident and you, well, you had stayed inside your home trying to figure out what you were going to say to him in the morning — how you were going to comfort him.

Although you didn’t have as much time as you had expected when you heard the quiet tap of knuckles against your door. You didn’t expect it to be him standing there when you opened the door but there he was. His expression was dull, his eyes cast down before they slowly looked up to meet yours.

“Hey. Can I, uh, can I come in?” he asked awkwardly, his voice shaking a little.

He had been crying. You could see the red stain of tears around his eyes; the dampness that still shone on his cheeks; the way his still wet eyelashes huddled together, hugging one another.

You nodded and stepped aside, letting him come inside.

You heard him sigh as you closed the door and turned back to find him already slumped on your sofa with his head in his hands. He raked his fingers through his hair, his leg jittering up and down as you made your way over to the fridge.

“You alright, mate?” you asked as you walked back over, handing him a cider.

He gladly took the drink from your hand, shaking his head from side to side as he pushed his finger under the ring pull to open the can.

“No, mate. I’m not fucking okay.” He took a long gulp from his drink and sighed. “Sorry.”

Now you were shaking your head as you opened your drink. It fizzed a little, a small bit pouring over the top, dripping down onto your finger. You brought your lips to it, tasting the sweetly bitter liquid. “Nah, it’s cool. You’re right to be angry.”

“Yeah, but not at you.”

You chuckled, “Never said you were.”

He glanced up at you for a moment, his eyes now stoic as they met yours. He hummed and looked away again as he drank some more.

“You wanna talk about it? That’s why you’re here, right?”

He sighed again, mulling over what he was going to say as you leaned against the counter, waiting patiently for him to go on.

“I- It’s not like I didn't see it. I just… I didn’t want to see it. I love her, you know? So much and she… she just…”

“Yeah.” You cut him off, knowing he didn’t want to put it into words right now and rolled your head back as you took another swig of your cider.

“We’ve been together for years and we were happy. At least, I thought we were. I just- I don’t understand why she’d do this to me. I… I thought she loved me too.” His voice cracked and his hold on the can tightened slightly.

You hummed, unsure of what to say. It was quiet for a few moments, the two of you silently sipping at your drinks. You wanted to move closer, to sit beside him and wrap a soothing arm around his shoulders, but you were worried about overstepping.

The two of you were close friends but the only physical contact you’d ever really made was while you were playfighting. You’d never even hugged him for more than a moment and even then it wasn’t anything intimate and ended with a friendly slap on the back.

Your voice broke through the silence. “I’m sure she did, at least once. I mean, you’ve been together for so long. That shit was definitely real but maybe this is a good thing?”

He glanced over to you and scoffed, “A good thing? You really think this is a good thing?”

“I don’t mean it like that. I mean, have you ever dated anyone else? Or has it always been her? You were so young when you got together, too young to really know yourselves, let alone know what you really want.”

“What do ya mean by that?”

“I’m not saying you never loved her because I know you did. I’m just saying: do you really still love her now? Or were you just with her because you’d always been together? Were you really happy or was it just familiar? The safe option.”

You could tell he didn’t like what you were suggesting but you could also see that he was considering your words.

“Look, I loved her okay? I really, really did. But I… Fuck, I don’t know.” His fingers pushed through his curls, tugging on each lock as it passed. He was frustrated — confused.

You stood quietly, letting him think. You weren’t sure what else to say and you didn’t want to say anything to make him feel worse. All you wanted was for him to feel better, to help repair his broken heart.

After a deep breath, you moved to sit beside him and, whether he meant to or not, he leaned just a tiny bit closer to you.

“What is it you want? Look at it this way, you’re a free man now. You’re young, single and finally ready to see what the world has to offer outside of your relationship with Ruth. Outside of this shitty old caravan park even.”

When his head turned to look at you, the distance you’d convinced yourself was between you suddenly slipped away. Your eyes met his, looking into a bottomless brown. He seemed unsure, but as second after second passed he didn’t move away.

Before you knew what came over you, you were leaning in to kiss him but before your lips could meet, he quickly pulled away and jumped up off of the sofa.

“I- Um- I’m not… I’m not-” He backed away, his eyes looking everywhere, anywhere but at you.

“Tom.” You stood up after him, slowly stepping closer again as he reached back for the handle to your front door.

He turned the handle and stepped outside, only turning away when he reached the bottom of the steps. You stood in the doorway, watching as he hastily fled back to his caravan.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, feeling your eyelids drop for a moment as you went back inside, closing the door behind you.

You knew you shouldn’t have done that, even if a small part of you really thought he wanted you to. Maybe you imagined the look in his eyes, the tension in the air. Even if you didn’t imagine it and it was real, now wasn’t the time. He was confused and hurt and you knew better than to take advantage of that.

You’d give him some time and then apologise. Hopefully, you’d be able to patch things up before it’s too late. Though a part of you thought maybe it was a good thing he knew you had feelings for him now. Maybe you’d finally be able to stop pretending.

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[heyhoeudoin]

CHILDHOOD SWEETHEARTS

"You finally found me."

pairing: monkey d. luffy x reader

words: 2k

genre/s: fluff, comfort?

warning/s: she/her (sorry), swearing?, manga spoilers; wano arc, takes place before timeskip; after sunny-go, then takes place during wano

synopsis: ever since luffy have been gifted a den den mushi, he's been in contact with someone he once lost

masterlist

a/n: sorry it's been a while. things have been hard, and writing under these circumstances are stressful. also school is starting soon, so things will be even busier. hopefully y'all will enjoy this one though!

one day when the crew was out gathering their needed things, luffy is left along on the ship to guard, and surprisingly, he agreed to do so. nami was reluctant in leaving him alone, but he reassured her by saying: "it's fine! i won't leave, i don't feel like it today."

others have noticed his unusual quiet demeanor today, and decided maybe it's best if he's got some alone time.

luffy sat on the head of sunny, just thinking about the past.

today was the day you disappeared from his life all those years ago. someone he grew up with, and learned to love with. then suddenly, you left, or rather disappeared. no trails or signs of you were left, as if you didn't exist in the first place.

getting reminded that you're gone makes him sad, because he longs for the day to meet you again.

because he loves you.

as he watched the moon rise, a crow landed in front of him.

strange.

a sudden feeling of familiarity washed over him as he stared at the crow in front of him.

opening up his palms, luffy slowly moved his hands towards the crow in which the crow hops onto his open hands. a soft smile appearing onto his face as he watched the crow snuggle upon his hands. "you're an interesting one, aren't ya?" he let out fits of giggles, but that's when it happened.

the crow opened it's beak then dark clouds started spewing out, swirling on the palm of luffy's hands.

he recognized these clouds.

"...y/n?"

he whispered out with a strained voice. after all, you're the user of the cloud-cloud fruit. however, instead of the person he longs to see, there lies a customized den den mushi. luffy hurriedly caught the the den den mushi as the crow flew onto his straw hat, and nestled there.

then it started ringing.

luffy picked it up with hopes to hear your voice.

"...luffy?"

you called out to him with a shaky voice. after all, it took you forever to even contact the outside world.

"y/n!" luffy exclaimed with tears running down his face, "i miss you! where—where are you? i'll come get you right now!" he shouted into the snail.

you also had tears streaming down your face as you held the den den mushi tighter. "luffy! i—" you hesitated, "i'm safe, you have nothing to worry about. you'll find me some day." then you changed the subject, "i heard about enies lobby! you're a full-fledge pirate now, huh?"

it worked because luffy started talking to you all about his new friends, and how much he appreciate and love them.

you can't let luffy get worried over you during his rise as a pirate. besides, he'll find you eventually.

hopefully.

"you should totally meet them, y/n!" luffy said all excitedly. you, however, thought differently.

"i can't." you said in a series tone, "you can't let anyone else talk to me, or know about me. i'll be your little secret, luffy, so promise me this."

luffy didn't get what you mean, but he wants to respect your wishes so he obliged. "okay, y/n!" that's when he heard his crew. in a panic, he almost dropped the den den mushi. "y/n," he whispered, "my nakama is here, so i have to go. i can call you again, right?"

"of course! call me whenever, and i'll pick up always."

and that's how it's always been.

on random ocasions, luffy runs into a room, and locks himself in there, not allowing anyone to come in. every time he does, he always leaves the room more cheery than usual.

the battle of wano has finished with luffy winning, and freeing wano from it's shackles. luffy, and zoro have finally woken up after two weeks.

yamato asked for the straw hat pirates to follow her, well whoever is present from the crew (luffy, zoro, nami, sanji, chopper, and brook). they lead the group to where the sacred cave is.

"yamabro," luffy whined, "where are we? are we there yet?" then asked.

they ignored him.

"i've been here the longest, and so far only i know about this place." yamato says as she opened a secret entrance within the cave. "remember those banners of a 'moon god'?" to which most nodded (luffy and zoro could care less).

during their time in wano, banners of a deity called 'moon princess', which is wano's god, are plastered around the country. of course robin took her time in learning about the said deity.

luffy looked confused.

"wano has two deities: 'okuchi no makami' and 'moon princess' or rather, 'moon god'. people from wano have the tendencies to pray to the moon to have a clear night, and a peaceful sleep." brook explained.

yamato nods, "yes, something like that. while i was held captive here, i accidentally ate the inu-inu fruit model: okuchi no makami." she points to the entrance, "then that's when i noticed this." the group then started making their way to the bottom of the new entrance. "apparently, she's been trapped here, and only—"

"then let's go save her!" then luffy sprinted down.

"wait— luffy!"

as the group reach the bottom, luffy is stood in front of a reinforced door with a hand on his straw hat. his crew noticed the serious look he's giving the door.

yamato placed a hand on top of luffy's shoulder, "there's only one way to open that door," they say looking at the hole in the middle of the door. "and i don't know what or where it is. i've searched this island a lot."

the shape of the keyhole...

that's when luffy felt movement on top of his head, so he took his hat off.

then a crow popped up.

"what are you a magician?!"

the crow then pecked luffy's hand that held his straw hat multiple times then flew over to where the keyhole is, and started squawking at it.

"hey luffy, he's telling you to put your hat in there." chopper pointed out.

...looks like a certain hat from the bottom side.

the captain said nothing, but walked over to the door and gently placed his hat into the shaped keyhole. the door started opening, and inside showed a small-sized room.

"this place looks like a bedroom." zoro commented to which sanji scoffs at. "more like a jail cell." then the two started fighting.

brook then noticed the thing in the middle, "yohohoho!~ that's a coffin." he pointed out, "i may be all bones, but i am very much alive!"

the crow flew over to the top of the coffin, and started pecking at it. luffy followed the crow, and looked over the coffin to see that the top is made out of glass...

"woah, those are black clouds, but they don't seem to look like thunder clouds." nami commented, looking over.

luffy's eyes widen as he recognized these clouds again.

yamato then ran over to luffy holding a customized den den mushi. "look luffy, it looks like you!" they said with a grin.

the coffin/capsule opened up as the dark clouds spew from it, and unto the floor.

his breath hitched.

a figure raised from the now open coffin. she stretched her body as she just woken up from a slumber. then she felt arms wrapping around her.

"y/n!"

a voice she could not believe that she's hearing right next to her, called out to her. quickly turning to the voice with tears brimming her eyes.

"luffy!"

the two are finally reunited.

luffy have not once left your side at all since finding you inside of that cave. an arm always swirled around you, so that he can always know where you are.

it's cute.

although before any celebrating or questioning happens, you asked to take a dip in the hot springs because you care about your hygiene, and want to relax a bit before anything.

but then luffy...

"luffy you have to let her take a bath!" nami scolded, "hygiene is very important to women." she added, but luffy shook his head. "no!" he whined, "i'm not leaving y/n! i'll take a bath with her!" he boldly announced which caught the attention of brook, and sanji.

"luffy!/-san!"

they both exclaimed with sanji running over, and trying to pull him off of you. "you can't just ask a lady to bathe with her! especially y/n-sama!" they turned to you expecting that you'd react bashfully to the point of hitting luffy, and calling him a pervert.

instead you shook your head as a chuckle slip pass your lips. "alright, let's go luffy." you smiled which shocked his crew. "it's alright everyone, luffy and i used to take baths together. besides, you really think luffy is capable of doing something to me?" you asked with a hand on your lip, and a knowing look.

they nodded along, realizing that their captain is indeed a dumbass.

luffy screamed in joy and ran towards the hot springs, "yahoo! a bath with y/n!" he says dragging you with him. "luffy! careful now!" you called as you let out a giggle.

sanji, and brook stared in envy. nami bonked the two on their heads upon seeing the look.

after taking a proper bath with luffy, the two of you walked out the same; an arm swirled around your waist with luffy clinging unto you like a koala, but the only thing different is that you walked out with multiple hickeys across your neck an entirely new outfit provided by yamato.

now comes the questioning.

you all sat together to have a banquet! and of course luffy is still next to you, but this time without an arm swirled around you since there's meat in front of him.

"so y/n," nami started, "how exactly did you get yourself in there?" she asked which you expected her to. "well, long story." you nervously chuckled, "apparently, the fruit i ate; cloud-cloud no mi, isn't actually the cloud-cloud no mi. i was kidnapped by kaido's men because i apparently ate the hito-hito no mi model: moon god, mene. the last user died protecting wano from kaido as such he knew the existence of the power. that was when he found out that the government had actually changed it's name to the cloud-cloud no mi, and also found out that i ate it. thus why he kidnapped me, and tried everything to make me join his crew, but i resisted. that's when i made that cave, and only luffy's straw hat could get me out."

luffy turned to you with that side eye that his crewmates saw, 'he's not buying that at all.'

"but y/n," nami called you, "couldn't you have escaped? since you have that devil fruit?" she asked, but you shook your head. "i tried to, and that was when i got in touch with luffy for the first time in years." confused by the sudden claim, the crew turned to luffy who's now hugging you from behind.

"ah," he noticed the stares then pulls out a den den mushi from his hat, "crow gave me y/n's den den mushi, but she told me not to tell you guys so yeah."

they turned back to you, "when i heard luffy again, i thought that maybe i shouldn't escape. maybe i should just wait for him because i knew that he'll get to wano some how then a smile will be on my face once again." you say with a fond smile as you clutch your hand in front of your chest.

zoro then pointed to you two, "okay wait, what exactly is your relationship with him?" he asked the question.

you, and luffy glanced at each other then let out a knowing giggle/chuckle. you turned to zoro with an amused smile, "we're lovers."

they all fell on the floor one piece style, "WHAT?!" meanwhile sanji started spitting hieroglyphics (image in mind that one time during post-enies lobby). luffy started laughing at them which made sanji point at him, "prove it!"

luffy tilted his head a bit, confused on the sudden request. he then turned to you, and raised a hand to your cheek. he slowly leaned in taking your lips into his.

masterlist a/n: this is so bad; first half was good then the last part went to a direction i did not know what to do with.

[driaswrld]

and when i tell you that i genuinely thought nobody would like this fic and that you commented on it and reblogged it made me cry, because i'm super emotional today, what then ??

you're an angel, dria, i swear you are !! (tell me a jjk character and i will write a cute little piece about them as soon as i can for you, dearest. IT'LL BE CHEERY AND CHRISTMASSY, I PROMISE)

WDYM U THOUGHT NO ONE WOULD LIKE IT ITS SO GOOD????

i actually shed a few tears reading that because it was such a raw piece and everything in it flowed so beautifully even the dialogue fit so perfect

and dare i even BEGIN TO SAY the metaphors and foreshadowing from the beginning were not lost on me — desert in a flood, the biblical allusion along with toji's character flaws being trimmed down to a T it was so good i read the first few lines and put it down before i picked it up again

LIKE WTF MAE 😭 i could FEEL the emptiness of that apartment from the words alone and it just reminded me sm of the thing nobara said once about having seats in her heart reserved for only a set number of ppl and i kept thinking, reader has been holding her chair on her shoulders knocking on the doors of toji's heart AND STILL

i actually wish i could write my term paper ab this😭😭 AND I WILL REREAD IT bcus i know im not doing your work justice with these face value takes alone— but really mae it was utterly beautiful and internally flawless i loved it <33

[ode2sensitivity]

A predators Gaze

Here's the full version of a short story I wrote for my introduction to writing class. I had to cut down the final draft due to a word cap. Enjoy :)

I remember it being hot. The sun beating down on mine and Jessica's chubby cheeks. The rough wood of Jess’ porch scratched the bottom of my thighs as we sat and listened to her mom's radio. Madonnas ``like a virgin '' played quietly while we sat in plain silence. “This is fucking boring.'' Jess said, puffing one of her mom's cigarettes. Smoking, along with swearing, were some habits that she had picked up since we started sixth grade. Jess had also begun to wear makeup, either stealing it from the drug store or her mom directly. “We could go to the playground.” I suggested in my most convincing and cheery tone. “The playground? What are we? Babies?” Jess didn’t seem to like that idea. Just as I was about to try and think up another suggestion, Mr. Johnson from down the street approached us with a smile on his face. Jess quickly went to put out the smoke as soon as she realized he saw her but he spoke up before she could. “No, Jessie, don't worry! I smoked all the time when I was your age. I won’t tell your mother.” his smile grew when she continued to puff. “What are you girls up to?” He asked the both of us but only faced Jess “Ugh, literally nothing.” Jess answered, throwing her arms up in defeat. “Do you wanna do something fun?” Those six words from Mr. Johnson's mustached lips are the reason why Jess and I now sit in the kiddie pool in his backyard. 

Turns out that Mr. Johnson's idea of something fun involves taking pictures of us in our bathing suits. Honestly, I think he was more interested in taking photos of Jess, I was just kind of there. “That's good Jessie, just keep looking right here.” He said to her as she continued to puff her cigarette and pose for the camera. Since Jess had something fun to do, I was the bored one now. I decided that the best I could do was to just close my eyes and wait for this to be over. I leaned back into the cold refreshing water. The small, chilly waves ran over my body like a tiny tsunami. Through my boredom I let my head loll to my side and the sight I took in is something I’d never forget. A very large deer was standing in the open gateway of Mr. Johnson's backyard, staring past us. It was so odd, how still the animal stood, almost in terror. I followed the eye line of the deer to investigate what he was looking at. At the opposite end of Mr. Johnson's backyard, there should have been a fence. But apparently, a storm had knocked it out last month and he just hadn’t gotten around to fixing it. If this fence would have been there, it would be dividing the backyard and the miles of the forest behind his house. If the fence had been there, it would have been keeping out the cougar that was currently staring at the deer. 

I was frozen in fear, so frozen that for a moment I worried the water I sat in would turn to ice. I slowly turned my eyes to my friend and my neighbour that stood in front of me. Neither of them noticed the beasts in our presence. They just kept taking their photos. I turned my eyes back to the predator. Still not moving but now his eyes had moved off the deers and onto mine. My soul nearly left my body; I felt the blood rush from my face and my arms go numb. The only things I could hear were my heartbeat and the camera shutter. I maintained eye contact, too scared to take my eyes off the creature. “Marney, what the fuck?!” With those cruel screams from Jess’ mouth, the beast ran back into the woods. When the cougar left my field of vision, I turned my head to see a very angry Jess staring daggers into my skull. her behaviour confused me until I felt the warm water. I looked down to see my urine spread through the pool. “I- I’m sorry I just-” “Ew, ew, ew!” I couldn’t get a word out before Jess was rushing to get out of the soiled pool. “Here, let's go get you cleaned up.” Mr. Johnson said as he wrapped a towel around her small shoulders. As they walked towards his house, the old man turned to me and said, “I think you’d better go home, Marney.” And I watched the smiling man lead her inside, close and lock the door behind them.

[a-regular-ol-pill]

Heyyy! I just found your blog and read all your works, I love your writing. Can I have a Ling x fem!reader NSFW scenario that Ling has his first time with reader? Thank you!

"Visit again next time?"

Mobile Legends; Bang Bang

Pairing; Ling, You.

!! NSFW 18+ !!

Requested? Yes.

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Warning(s); Male masturbation, Handjob, Teasing, Grinding, A bit of swearing, NSFW content.

Word Count; N/A

Second Person Perspective.

Pronouns used for reader: 'She', 'Her', etc...

Prompt;

"You regularly visit the Oriental Warriors. Each time you do, you bring Ling a feeling that can't sit right in his stomach."

The way to where the Oriental Warriors lived and trained in, was tough, but managable enough for you to reach it every weekend. Every time you went back, you'd count the days impatiently. The second it turned midnight on Friday, you were out the door and sneaking away from the camp you stayed in. Of course, you had a reason as to why you visit a place where they're training warriors to fight againts evil. You're a former caretaker of Chang'e, and had taken care of her when The Great Dragon started to take a liking to her cheery and adorably energetic personality.

Even when The Great Dragon had let you go, you still felt entitled to take care of them. Somewhat like a mother figure, as you stayed by and helped them in every way possible. Throughout the years, your visits became scarce, and you were eternally grateful to be able to visit every weekend. The warriors there were familiar when you come up in their conversations, because Chang'e doesn't stop running her mouth about how much she wanted you to be her mother!

Things like; "She's the best! She even helps me pick carrots for my bunny, Jade!", and "Her stories that she makes up are so cool! A princess fighting a bad guy because she wants to be a warrior!" Basically, she just repeats everything in different words. But can you even be mad at her? Her puppy dog eyes will drive you insane if you even dare think about scolding her for doing something wrong. Wanwan too talked about you, a lot when you were brought up. You were a big sister to eveyone! Well, everyone except Ling.

It's not because he hated you. He adored you, heck, he loved you! He just hates the fact that everytime he sees you, a different kind of adoration washes over his mind. And it doesn't help him sort it out. At all. He keeps having to avoid meeting your eye from across the room, just to keep his heart beating at a normal speed. He could have a conversation with you... if your voice wasn't so beautiful. Ling was desperate to hear your voice whining, he pumps his cock faster to the thought of you squeezing around him when he fucks you. Oh, how he so badly wanted you to visit at midnight and ride him until he-

"Ling! Right here, open the window and let me in!" Your voice surprised him, he jumped up from his position and quickly tucked away his twitching cock back in his boxers. Thank god the moon was covered with clouds, or else you would've seen him touching himself to the thought of you. "Just a moment.." He whispered, carefully climbing up the bed and opening the neatly crafted window to let you crawl in. You were about to fall after your upper body trampled down the opening, but Ling caught you, and gently shakes his head in disapproval. Well, he should have been shaking his head when he was masturbating, but whatever.

Your hand rubbed the back of your neck once he put you down on his bed. You scanned the room and looked back at him with a sheepish smile. "Hehe.. sorry. Were you about to sleep? I can make tea if you weren't. I didn't mean to come too soon.." What an obvious lie. You practically sprinted your life off just to reach the god damn place! Even Ling knew it after seeing the small beads of sweat fall down your neck. Shit, had he been staring? If so, he was lucky you didn't notice. "No.. I couldn't. Tea would be nice, though." He answered after prying his eyes away from your body.

With a huge smile. You hopped off and within a few minutes, came back with yours, and his favorite type of tea. The small spoons that Wanwan made with Chang'e looked so cute, you couldn't resist placing it next to the cups just because it matches! While you placed the tray down on the small table in the middle of the room, Ling was suddenly award of the small puddle of pre-cum that had stained his futon. Along with the realization, came the uncomfortable feeling of his clothes rubbing againts his still, somehow, hard erection..

He immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, causing you to look up at him with a worried look on your face. "You okay? Are you dizzy? You're shaking.." You pointed out, standing up to check his temperature. His skin was burning to the touch. "I'm okay-." He tried to brush it off, but you weren't buying it. "I shouldn't have asked. You're really sick." Your voice was laced in humor, but really, you were worried for him. Who knows what kind of punishment he'll receive if he missed training. You certainly knew what.

Without anymore arguing, you made him sit down, moved the table close to him, and basically forced him to drink his tea. If you let his stubbornness build up, it'll be nearly impossible for you to make him do something he doesn't like. Though the way you acted towards his 'sickness' was rough, Ling couldn't help but admire while you went on about how he'll get in so much trouble if he misses training. Eventually, the tea was all consumed, and both of you were just chatting mindlessly.

The more time that passed by, the more you noticed how he sometimes turned away and places his palm againts his lap. Ling's voice was more ragged, and he soon avoided turning back to you entirely. "Ling?" You called, noticing the thick air of tension as he shifted and pressed his hand harder againts his thighs. That's when you finally inspected his futon and noticed the stain on his bed. He swallowed after the long silence, you'd figured it out. At least, you had part of it proven right. The rest were just question marks until he tells you if it's true.

The silence was unbearable, but both of you couldn't bring yourselves to talk. Your relationship was literally a walking 'just friends' type of thing, of course neither of you could talk. It would ruin the slow progress of your ever growing relationship. Well, you only live once. You gently pulled him into a hug once you got close to him, sure, it took him by surprise. But it was a nice surprise, that made him relax his body because of the comfort you'd provided him with. "I didn't know you felt that way." You muttered, not letting go of him when he tried to pull away.

He lowered his head, full of shame as he slowly released the pressure on his thigh. A small gasp of pain escaping his lips when more blood rushed to his cock from the lost of pressure. He was about to apply pressure again, but you took his hand and rested your chin on his shoulder. "Can I? You're not the only one feeling that way, you know." Ling could feel his face turn red when he subconciously nodded to your question. He was so used to agreeing to what you say, he hadn't noticed you were 'helping' him, until it was too late.

You've already taken hold of his hand and started rubbing his crotch area. And damn did it feel good to have you stroking him instead of his hand. His head leaned back againts your shoulder as you went on, your heart literally threatening to shoot out from your chest because of the bold action you were doing. You were sexually touching your longtime crush for— Who knows how long! It might've been a whole decade if you've been friends for a longer period of time. Two years, to be exact. Two years of not being able to confess your feelings, that is.

Maybe you should break the silence? He's been keeping his noises in since you started rubbing him harder, perhaps you should be able to induce him to let it out? "Ling, c'mon. Say something so I know you're still with me." You whisper, stopping your movements and making him gasp and close his eyes shut from the lack of attention, yet again. The silence that followed made you sigh. You traced circles on his back and continued pleading, only this time. You slipped your hand down and pulled down both of his lower clothes in one go. "You know, I'm not gonna continue this if you aren't gonna answer me."

Ling's eyes grew wide once the cold air hit his cock. You were the definition of gold and bold... minus the immodest part at least, because you started to trace your thumb on his slit. His tip twitched at the bare contact. No one had ever touched him before, only he, himself had. While the slightest touch and stroking continued, he couldn't hold back any longer, and let his mouth open, and his eyes close. The sound he let out made it almost impossible to not want to listen to it again. Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, then you started stroking him.

Ling could swear he felt heaven when the warmth of your hand collided, and tightened around his cock. The long strokes and gentle rubs on his tip brought him to the edge faster than he had ever done before. And soon enough, long ropes of cum dripped out from his cock— your name being present in his lips while you helped him ride out his inevitable orgasm. His hips kept rutting upwards, and overstimulating himself when you weren't paying attention. You were more attracted to his uneven breathing and light whimpers. Who wouldn't be, really? He's that one pretty boy who's dead silent until something peaks his interest. So this? This was a chance to memorize the moment perfectly.

You stopped stroking him after you made sure he's spent, and burried your face in his neck. Ling cleared his throat and looked back at you. Surely, you know how suggestive your position looked, right? Both of you enjoyed the shared body warmth, then Ling turned around to look at you. You gave him a smile when he did, and his heart fluttered at the action. "We already finished this.. but do you wanna take it a step further?" He asked you, shyly avoiding your doe-eyed look. "Step further how?" You ask, teasing him while he panics and look away from you even more. A lighthearted laugh escaped your lips as he acted like a flustered highschool boy, talking to his crush.

After a moment of teasing him, you stopped. Crawling over to him and stradding his lap. Ling turned red from how your crotch was so close to his now hard cock once more. "I'm kidding, of course I do. But are you sure you want to?" He looked at you hesitantly, but thought back to the erotic scene he had made up before you visited him. Well, surprised him to be more precise. He swallowed the lump in his throat and kissed you straight on the lips— Not even moments later, you found yourself making out with him, legs on either side of his waist as you grind againts his cock.

Your mouths were tightly pressed together while your tongues passionately switled around each other. The boiling in your core slowly appeared and grew as the grinding continued. Both of your moans were swallowed in the passionate session, the room became hotter the more time it went on, and after pulling away— with a strand of saliva connecting your lips. He helped you shimmy your pants off, then your underwear before pressing the tip close to your entrance. His breath hitched at the realization, and stopped you before going too far.

"You're.. we're both inexperienced. Are you even okay with me taking your virginity?" He asks, sitting up and wrapping his arms around your waist. You giggle slightly at what he said. "If you're inexperienced, I'm taking your virginity as well. We're both receiving and giving. It's pretty fair to me." You told him, waiting for an answer, while waiting however. You could feel the warmth of his cock below your entrance, you were desperate as well. You wanted so badly to slam your hips down, but you knew the pain and consequence that might happen if you overstep his boundaries.

"Okay. But call out if it hurts, okay? I don't want to be the one that cause you physical pain.." He finally speaks up, you nodded and stroked him one last time before lowering your hips, his tip broke the tight entrance of your pussy, then both of you groaned out in pleasure. Even though the pain sucked, you sucked it up and kept lowering yourself until you felt full. He fully bottomed out inside you, and he sighed deeply and pushed your hips down to grind againts his pelvis. The friction and pulsing of both of your pleasure caused you two to moan out. But the loud volume quickly caused the two of you to shut up.

The grinding resumed, and Ling couldn't be anymore dizzy from your pussy surrounding his cock. You were the same as well, being obsessed with the soft pulses, and twitching of his cock inside you. Never once did you feel so full inside, except for that one time that you stuffed your face with Baxia's oddly excellent, and delicious cooking. You were full and content then, now you felt the same at this very moment. But better, in some way. He almost forgot how to talk, until you started lifting your hips up. The strangled, but quiet cry he let out after you pushed your hips back down sounded like a beautiful melody.

You repeated the motion, again and again, until you started doing it subconsciously. Your head stayed next to Ling's, both of your labored breathing being heard as the movement stimulated you to feel the lust flowing through your heart. You could practically feel the pulse on his cock when you bottom him out inside of you, and each time you do. You brought both of you closer to the edge of a very huge orgasm. He took your face in his hands and kissed you deeply, thrusting his hips up into you, barely letting you take control of the pace as he swallowed every single moan you let out.

He might as well pull away from your lips, because the floor was becoming flimsy from the rough pace he picked up. He kept pumping, and thrusting his hips up so his cock could fill you up again and again. Both of your minds were hazy with lust as he started rubbing your clit. The friction making your eyes roll back, and the constant clench you were doing around him making his cock twitch constantly.

At this point... you should just ride him until the whole night and next day passes by. You have the whole weekend to build your relationship, after all.

I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3

[this-is-ally-and-im-confused]

Happy Valentine’s! You’re absolutely amazing for doing this! 💛💛💛

May I please get a letter from Quinn Hughes? I don’t have anything specific in mind expect that Quinn and reader can’t physically spend valentines together for whatever reason. I’m such a sucker for handwritten letters (even though I know this is typed, same diff). The rest is up to you. I know you’ll do this justice.

Please and thank you! You’re absolutely incredible

awww thanks m! here ya go.

Hi babe, It’s Q. I am so sorry that I can't be there for Valentine’s Day. You can blame Jack. We are all pretty sure that he’s the one that got us sick.

I have a surprise though, Petey will swing by around 5:30 today and bring you some flowers. Until then, I hope I can do this letter-thingy some justice. Keep in mind that I have the writing skills of a toddler. If I'm being honest, I have brock on the other side of the phone coaching me through this. I am also keeping my fingers crossed that it gets to you in time. Don't worry, these things usually work out for me.

 God, I miss you but then again, I’m so happy you didn’t come to all-stars and get sick. I hope you know the only thing I care about is that you're safe and healthy. That’s what it’s always been about for me. I am so thankful that you chose me to be the one making sure that you are living the best life possible,

Baby. I don’t care if I have to be away for a little longer as long as I can see your lovely face when I get home and that I can know I kept you safe from all this covid-19 stuff. We will do everything I promised we would when I left for Vegas. Dinner and a movie? As long as you don't make me watch The Titanic for the seventh time. That movie is way too fucking long! Just kidding. We can watch anything as long as I get to hold you when you cry and see the way you smile when you get all happy.

Maybe after my quarantine, we could take a road trip and book a nice hotel room. We can make time to go wherever you want. Mom says that I need to make more time for the people I love. Also, my mom has been non-stop talking about you since Hanukkah. They want to have you out to Michigan soon. The both of us should go there as our first stop as soon as the season is over.

The core four of me, you, Jack, and Luke could all go boating. It will be the last summer before Luke is in the NHL and Jack takes all his free time. So we better make this summer the best yet. All of us could drive down to Alberta and take Luke for his first drink at a bar! You have to be the one to take Luke. Mom says, "Y/n is the only one responsible enough," to do that with him. She does NOT trust Jack much after the first time he went drinking. 

Do you remember that? Jack had called us at four a.m. Just because he was shitfaced and he cried on the phone with you because he needed a ride back to the hotel. You almost killed him because we were so jet-lagged after just getting back to Vancouver from Hawaii.

Mom was just happy that he wasn't hurt. Still, I got yelled at for eight days after that night. Yet, it showed me how much you care for my brothers and mom. I love how you are with my family. It’s like you just fit with us. It’s weird not having you here quarantining with us in Vegas. However, I am sure the boys and my mom will find a way to spend more time with us soon.

I need alone time with you first.  I will need some TLC after having to stop Jack from letting all-stars get to his ego. I can’t wait to be back in our bed for nightly cuddles. Oh, and your cooking. My god, you are a great cook. I swear I keep missing your homemade Mac’n’Cheese because I am getting sick of take-out fast. We have been keeping track, Zegras ordered us room service burgers six times since all-stars skills night.

Most of all, I can not wait to get back to normal. You never know how much you keep me grounded. The family and I can't wait for me to get back on the ice. Then, things will start going smoothly again. Especially, once you’re in the crowd cheering me on. This quarantine has reminded me of how happy I am to have a cheerleader like you. Anyways, I’ll be home soon, I promise. Then I can fix the you-sized hole in my heart. We could order some food and FaceTime tonight? You should text me and let me know if you can. Until then, I will be waiting for you to call me!

Love you forever and always,  Your Quinner. 

Taglist: @hugheshugs @nucksgal03 @snugglyducklingbrewhouse @oowenspower

[mywritingonlyfans]

Cornerstone (Yeah, that Arctic Monkeys song) - Fic with Damiano David.

prompt: Damiano used to date your sister, but now that she's dead you're the only thing that can keep her alive for him, making him not worried that he might forget her face.

warnings: none, just pure sadness. Oh, and tysm Evie for the lovely help on this one!!

You remembered well the first time you saw Damiano. It was on the first of many parties you would go in your life, it was the night of your 18th birthday and considering how introverted and reserved you were, your sister, who although looks a lot like you, appearance wise, your personalities were complete opposites, decided that you needed to celebrate in a dignified way. Well, you were two years apart, but her behavior at parties made her seem older than her age, she appeared more experienced, she tolerated drinks well and her charisma was perfect, just right for the party. As much as you always imagined she would be like that, given you were used to seeing her come home late at night on weekends, it was fascinating, even a little intimidating to see for yourself. Basically, Parrot’s Beak was made for her. After 45 minutes of partying, your eyes had noticed Damiano drinking with some friends, his cheekbones were prominent cute, his eyes were striking, and the drink was starting to take effect on his cheeks making them become a lovely, flushed pink - almost like his skin was begging to be kissed. You could replay that moment in your head whenever you wanted, you didn’t even have to close your eyes. Over time, you’ve forced yourself to smile at him, pull your hair out of your eyes between shy glances, trying your hardest to make yourself good-looking for him. It didn’t take long for him to walk towards you, making your nervous and hopeful smile in the process turn into disappointment. You soon realized his glances in between swigs of beer were not for you, but for your sister. He hadn’t even noticed you there, and the sensation that filled your body was painful. That night you accepted you were left out as they walked to the bathroom, and the best to do was to keep your first impressions of Damiano to yourself. It would be the best thing to do; even after the 4-year anniversary of them being together, and of you still finding Damiano stunning.

“You need to stop callin’ me,” you sighed, brushing the back of your hand over your eyes. It was dawn, if she had been there, she would have already made you get up, would have taken the phone from your hands and lay on top of you, making you laugh until you’d fall asleep together. “It’s been almost a year now; you need to stop calling me.”

“But you always make it better,” his drunk voice echoed in your ear. Strange, but you liked listening to him, he spent so many years making her happy that listening to him was like feeling her smiling widely at you after buying chocolate cake at the coffee bar around the corner that you now worked for.

“What do I make better, Damiano?” You asked, prolonging something that didn’t feel right.

“Me,” he sighed deeply, making you do the same. “I like your voice, even more after you’ve woken up, it’s so calm and crystal clear,” He kept talking until your voice broke into a sharp sob as you tried to bite your lip to contain yourself, if she was there she would’ve calmed him down with just a word; but she wasn’t, and he was like that because he didn’t have her anymore.

“I like you Dami, I truly wish you nothing but the best, but I can’t do this anymore,” you verbalized, knowing there were chances of him being oblivious to the fact that he was looking for you because you reminded him of her. “I miss her too, and it’s being too painful.”

With that being said you hung up the phone, pressing it against your chest knowing he would call again next night and then you would pick up, exchange a few words with him, feeling miserable right after for letting him do it again; but the truth was, on the next day you would feel good, not in a healthy way, but in a nostalgic way that would leave you trapped in a cheery image of your sister; whenever she had the opportunity to describe how amazing a date with Damiano was would make you bear through the day.

As you soaked your pillow, the loud music from The Rusty Room along with dancing people made Damiano wet his lips in a dirty smile, his night would be like any other since she was gone, he would get drunk enough to see her face on someone else and would be able to snuggle between the legs of his new salvation or get kicked out for being too much and have no choice but to call you. On nights when his feelings are stronger than before, he would do both. He would call you in hopes that when you answered, you would miraculously become her, then he would tell you about his day and how no one in the band seems to put up with him anymore, and then would wait until you told him it would be okay. Clearly, nothing worked like that in your mind, you were as tough as she was, which was good for him to feel in her presence, but not what he needed at the moment; not least because you had never spoken for more than 5 minutes. That way, he had no choice but to keep looking for her.

Still digesting your dry words, he caught sight of her golden hair and pale skin being bathed in the strong red light, she smiled at him, huddled up in a wicker chair, her eyes was in the same level with his as he wandered up for a closer look, and it felt like it was for the first time, so he came close and kissed her, taking all the air out of her lungs to himself; the random girl wouldn’t mind having another name tonight.

Damiano returned home the next morning in his car, swearing he could still smell her scent on his coat, transmitting it to his seatbelt while he lengthened his trip to the next coffee bar just to be able to feel her presence for longer.

“He’s all yours today!” Your manager said in mock animation.

His eyes were lazy, his lips rosier than usual trapped in a perfect pout, stubble on his face and yet he looked like an angel; but smelling of booze and sleep deprived.

“What do you want?” You asked, observing him up and down; putting on your best character to try to fool him, or yourself. “You need to stop killin’ yourself like that, Dami.” You let your eyes dip into his, and what a regret, now your whole body tingled.

“I just wanna a nice coffee, I need to be alive to work,” he raised his hands in redemption, giving you a cute half smile. His voice as melody and sweet as on the phone. “I just need to calm my mind down, buttercup.”

His whisper ran down your spine, making drops of coffee from the machine splash onto your hand instead of into the cup, your body knew it was wrong, but your mind had liked being called that.

“How’s life?! How’s things goin’, huh, after all that, y’know…” He went on while you gave him his usual hot coffee.

In response, you shook your head, looking around you, cursing the place for not being so busy so that you could have more customers.

“Fine, no more talk, buttercup.” He sounded low and careful this time. You had to take your eyes off him because you felt like you were going to cry.

No more smiles on his tired face, he straightened his clothing, handing you a crumpled currency. Avoiding his eyes, you took it in your hand, taking his change and writing it out in Letraset for him.

“Thank you,” he said, this time without repeating the pet name, since both you and him were now being watched by your manager. Even in front of others, his eyes filled with tears as he looked at your writing; so similar to hers in form, yet so cruel.

“You shouldn’t let him call you the same way he sweet called her.” The manager warned you when he saw the boy leave. Your sister was always around with Damiano, they were completely in love with each other and never hid it from anyone, it was obvious he had noticed.

“He just needs to heal.”

“So do you.”

‘No, you can’t call me the way you used to call her’ were marked on his change.

Battleship, next night.

Rum was already a necessary substance to oxygenate his blood, it was the 4th shot, he had a dizzy mind with you on it, from the tip of your nose that seemed to follow him when he was speaking, to your contradictory voice that sounds just like hers when you say that you don’t want him around. He needed you.

He glanced around the room, searching for his daily fix of sex for the night but soon changed his mind, taking his cell phone in his hands and punching in your number that he already knew by heart.

“I’m sorry, you’re by yourself?” A serene voice awakened him from his trance, the blond hair and lips drawn in a perfect heart shape similar to hers made him forget about his cell phone.

“Yes, I am.” He confirmed, his throat going dry. Every night the same thing, but he still got carried away by a vision trick; given that the reality was way too difficult to face. “All by myself and free for the night.”

She laughed at his despair, and even though the sound wasn’t similar to hers, he decided he could play pretend in his mind. The girl’s laugh fell silent, feeding his head with the image of her as he closed his eyes tight, for a second he swore not to feel his feet anymore, wondering if it might be the effect of being close to be her ghost but when he said it out loud, calling the random girl by her name, all he felt was a pair of hands pushing him back while cursing him in as many ways as possible. Had the girl said her name to him? He couldn’t tell, it wasn’t like he cared.

“I need you,” you had tears running down your chin, your voice was nothing but sobs.

His smile widened, scratching the affected spot, feeling his body becoming more relaxed as he heard your voice filling the phone call. You needed him, so you called him. Just like in every other night.

“A nightmare again?” He asked cautiously, not even needing to ask what it had been about; he already knew.

“Yes,” you looked tired, as much as he did. “I need you, Dami, I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“I’m on my way, buttercup.”

The shared room still smelled of her, he knew it was because of you spreading the rest of her perfume across the bed she slept in. The atmosphere was different without her there, you both felt it, but somehow it felt good to be there and feel a bit of her false presence.

“You’re drunk again,” you sighed as he brought his fingers to your cheekbone, pulling some tears away. “She wouldn’t like that.”

He nodded, “she really wouldn’t.” Damiano smiled, seeing a shy smile spread across your lips.

Your movements were quick as silence filled the room, your arms went around his waist, making him have no choice but to snuggle you into his grip, a relieved sigh left his lips and he felt good knowing you no longer cried. The lack of voices made everything more comfortable, it cleared his mind, making his muscles relax. And when he felt you dig your face deeper into his shirt, he let his chin rest on your head as you found comfort in the scent that had often been used to be on her clothes.

The weather was grey, sad. Similar with your mood. Staying motivated to work was not what you wanted today, or any other day.

“What are you doing outside? You weren’t supposed to be working?” Damiano said, tucking you under his umbrella, his eyebrow puckered into a cute pout.

“I can’t work, I’m very sad and sleepless.” You imitated your manager’s voice, showing pure irritation.

“Not a good day, I see,” he remained in high spirits, even seeing your angry face as your request for Uber was denied on the screen in your hands.

“Wouldn’t you go get a coffee?” You deposited your disappointment in him. His face still in a smile, he was never one to be shaken by so little; just like her, in fact so alike to her that it was quite annoying at times. She wouldn’t be giving the hate for her bad day to anyone.

“There’s no point, I only come here for you.” Your mind knew well, it was already used to his tricks, but you still couldn’t help but smile.

His words softened your body and you allowed yourself to look at him, he didn’t seem to have had a rough night, his eyes were still as intense as she had described the night she met him. “Cornerstone doesn’t make any sense without me, I agree with you.” His lips spread; you were happy to make him smile.

The comfortable silence seemed to wrap you around each other, he brushed your hair back from your eyes, getting so close he thought you would might understand. “Can I get much closer?”

You nodded, feeling the tears blurring your vision. You knew he saw in you a way not to forget her face, but letting him go would hurt more. “Look, I’m really not supposed to — but yes, you can call me anything you want.”

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Tagging: @pingpongchamps @oro-e-diamanti @marriedwithmarktuan @user0126 @its-afucking-mess @dont-let-me-drown-in-you

[thefanficmonster]

Rumors

Corpse Husband x Bimbo!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Mentions of Slut Shaming, Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Tiniest bit of Angst, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: When some rumors start floating around, every content creator does their best to either ignore them or defuse the situation. However, sometimes, the fans attempt to do the defusing themselves which only leads to a worse disaster. That’s the case for Corpse whose fans were quick to jump to his protection of some ‘false’ rumors.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request, it was a joy to write. I’m sorry for how long it has taken me to complete and post the fic but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy reading it at least half as much as I enjoyed writing it! Love, Vy ❤

Corpse cracks his knuckles, then his shoulders, then his collarbone, then the his neck. He clenches his jaw as he breathes steadily and rhythmically, trying to control an overwhelming wave of anger that he has never felt before. This is a situation he’s never had to deal with nor did he ever think he’d have to deal with and address on a fucking livestream on top of all, but here he is now, doing his best to count to ten and not go on a Twitter responding spree, calling people out on their bullshit. He wanted to do so, he still wants to, but he was stopped in his intentions and brought to a calm mindset where he was swayed into dealing with this the civil way and not by roasting the fuck out of any and every foul-mouthed person he’s seen on his Twitter timeline.

He can’t really guarantee and civility during the stream either, he’s aware his tolerance is as thin as a stretched out, old rubber band and is a slight tug away from snapping and allowing him to unleash hell on these people because of who he’s been seeing red these past few days. 

Let’s not risk a misunderstanding here - Corpse absolutely loves and adores his fans, but seeing this behavior from them is quite upsetting and disappointing. When he uses the terms like ‘assholes’, ‘jerks’ and ‘rude motherfuckers’ he isn’t referring to them. He knows they are good people, but are using the completely wrong tactic of defending him, not to mention he doesn’t even need defending. Even if he did, he’s more than capable of doing it on his own and not getting other people involved.

“Hello everyone, hope you’re doing well.“ He finally settles on saying, officially kicking off the stream. If there’s any indicator of the serious nature of this stream, it’s probably the lack of lo-fi and the lack of even attempted playfulness and cheeriness in his voice. That’s how you know shit isn’t to be messed around about. “I just realized I didn’t specify what I’ll be doing in the Tweet, but I’ll tell you now, so those who aren’t interested in the subject or want to steer clear of the drama can leave. However, I wouldn’t advise clicking off considering this will be an overall, how do I say this, rant, of sorts? It’s meant to knock some sense in the people who have been spreading hate for a specific person on all social media platforms she’s active on.“

The majority of the viewers are already familiar with the subject, some even guilty of spreading the hate Corpse mentioned, but there are a few that are completely clueless - the ones actually not interested in online drama, not just saying they ‘hate drama’. With those people in mind, Corpse takes to addressing the issue from its very beginning.

“So, for a month now, me and this streamer, who’s also a TikTok star, by the name of Y/N have been interacting a lot on social media. She’s an incredibly sweet girl that a lot of people have prejudice towards. She’s very misjudged and misunderstood because people see he solely as her content, if that makes sense. They only know she’s that streamer who wears revealing clothes on her streams and posts risqué pictures on her Instagram. Like, no.“ Corpse cannot even fully believe he has to address this and that slut-shaming people is still a thing in the twenty-first century. He closes his eyes for a moment, fist tightening and his knuckles turning white, “I don’t understand how so many people can be so shallow and just plain jerks towards her in general, but then again - this is especially for my fans, the members of my fandom - I don’t understand the need you guys feel to put Y/N down to defend me from some ridiculous rumors as if it’s the first time I’ve had to deal with people talking shit for attention or to get someone canceled.“ He sighs, reminding himself to slow his roll as to not confuse any viewers who still don’t know the full story, “Anyway, back to the timeline of events. So, considering we’ve never interacted before, all the replying to comments, retweeting, liking posts and whatever sparked some dating rumors. Isn’t that just fucking hilarious - you see two people interacting on social media and the first thing that comes to mind is that they’re in a romantic relationship. Where did the friendship go? Does no one value or consider friendships to be a valid type of human relation anymore?“ He runs a hand through his hair, making another pause to clear his mind and prevent his frustration from overflowing. He promised he wouldn’t lose his cool and would remain calm and collected, but the more he talks about it the tighter he clenches his fist and the faster his heartrate is. His neck and ears are red from the tension he feels all over, almost like he’s physically restraining a raging wild animal and not just his own thoughts and emotions.

There’s layers to his anger, the lower ones - aka the ones he’s yet to get to - will be a nightmarish test of his self-control, he already knows it. Judging by how much of a toll this rant has already taken on him, his patience and control growing thinner and thinner, he’s not sure how he’ll power through the last layers without his voice raising awfully high in volume and his fists searching for some object to punch. To an ignorant eye, his reaction would seem exaggerated and overboard, but little does that ignorant eye know...

“When some of my fans saw those rumors, they reacted very badly. It was quite disappointing to see. Guys, I appreciate you standing up for me even though you shouldn’t do that - I can defend myself, not that this was a matter I needed defending from to begin with. But just the way some of you went about it was horrifically wrong and quite upsetting, to me but especially to Y/N herself.“ He can feel it, the aggravation growing, bubbling up in his chest, “What I saw disgusted me, I’m not gonna sugarcoat it. The things some of you were saying...I couldn’t believe you are in fact the same people who are my fans, my lovely fans who I’ve always thought so highly of. Never did I think you could be able of slut-shaming so vulgarly and grossly, I couldn’t believe what I was reading.“

He has every right to be upset - the things being said about Y/N were truly awful and a lot of things being said were meant to defend Corpse and defuse the rumors, doing so while stomping all over Y/N and her content. Rightfully so, many of her fans were outraged and quick to jump to her defense but were unfortunately outnumbered, leading Corpse to believe not many of her fans are actually real or as dedicated as his which only fueled his fury further.

Anyway, let’s take a look at Y/N’s point of view. Being a content creator for as long as she has, refusing to change her style no matter how many people disagreed and insulted her about it, she’s grown quite used to people spitting insults at her on every social media possible. It’s sad how throughout the majority of her content creating career she’s only had haters, creeps and fake fans watching her videos and streams. Rare are those in her fandom who’d actually stick up for her and defend her in ‘scandals’ such as this one. However, no amount of experience with dealing with hate could have prepared her for this outpour of some of the meanest shit she’s ever heard and been called in her life.

Y/N likes the content she makes, she’s comfortable in her skin and loves her body. She loves showing it off too and nor she nor anyone who wants that deserves to be shamed for who they are and what they do, especially when they aren’t hurting anyone and their content is still appropriate. People have always bashed her for all elements of who she is: her appearance, her clothing style, her streams, her gaming skills, her voice on occasion. She can count the instances when she’s received positive feedback on the fingers of her hands which would depress anyone else but not her. She’s always created content for her own amusement and entertainment so people’s opinions never really bothered her. Until now, until this very drama that has hit a specific nerve, an insecurity of hers she’s never talked about. The comments such as:

(Vy Speaking: Comments containing slut-shaming ahead, go to ### if you want to skip)

“Corpse would never date a slut like her“

“Corpse dating this thot? Please internet stop being ridiculous“

“Corpse ain’t a pimp, y’all need to chill“

“Even if they datin they gon break up soon - whore stays a whore“

###

bothered her far more than she’d like to admit. She has no one to open up about it either, she knows what she’ll get in response if she does - she’ll be told it’s her fault. Her fault because of the way she dresses, the way she talks and acts, because she chose this career to begin with. All her fault. The only person she can turn to she refuses to because she doesn’t want to be a bother - not after so many people confirmed her worries that she’s not good enough for him already anyway, the least she can do is avoid bothering him the best she can.

And that is exactly why this has upset Corpse so much.

“Here’s a little message specifically meant for those who claimed I’d never date someone like Y/N or specifically Y/N. You better listen carefully: Don’t you ever, and I mean EVER slut-shame my girlfriend or any other person ever. I cannot believe I have to explicitly remind you that your behavior isn’t ok. You should fucking know that your behavior isn’t right and that you’re a massive piece of shit for saying those awful things about others you judge solely on appearance and clothing. Does it surprise you that I am, in fact, dating Y/N? If you say yes for the reason you think she’s not good enough for me or that I deserve better, please get the fuck out of my fandom. No one disrespects my girl and gets away with it. That’s final!“

Though still under the influence of a flurry of negative emotions, overhearing Corpse literally telling people to exclude themselves from his fandom for being mean to her, Y/N’s taking a step towards emotional recovery knowing her boyfriend will always have her back. He’ll always be there to prove people wrong, defend her and stand by her. He’ll be there to catch her when the hate knocks her off her feet.

But most importantly: he’ll never ask her to change. Not her style, not her clothes, not her personality, nothing. He fell for her the way she is and for who she is, and he will never allow anyone to try to change her either. For someone who’s never had much support all her life, a single speck of support overpowers all the hate within the blink of an eye. Corpse will always be her knight in shining armor, the knight who defeated all the hateful demons by just entering her life. And though she’s still struggling with the ‘Am I good enough for someone so wonderful?’ and ‘He deserves better, doesn’t he?’ questions, with his hand holding hers, she’ll never let those doubts and insecurities overpower her.

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[tooweirdforyou]

How ASL Bros React To Getting Married To You

A/N : well, I reallyyy want to write a nice long fic but like.. life man. I’m on spring break and have work all week and with my sleep problems 😭 just enjoy this please c:

Summary : what the asl brothers wedding would be like.

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Luffy

“Woah! You look awesome, [Name]!”

So cheery and wholesome.

Zoro is his best man, ( much to Sanji’s dismay )

EVERYONE is there, every single person he’s ever met is there so it’s crowded and you basically had it outside, in Foosha Village, though he wanted it to be on the ship.

All of the girls Luffy’s met is responsible for your appearance, they all helped you on your big day.

Some of the marines were invited, of course.

Luffy’s best mans/groom mans ( idk) ( other than Zoro ) consists of Sabo, Ace, Sanji, Usopp, Franky, Brook, Law, Shanks and Koby.

Your bridesmaids consist of Nami, Robin ( maid of honor ), Perona, Tashigi, Vivi and Makino. ( shirahoshi and others didn’t have too much room to stand by you because of the guests so they just sat in their respective seats.)

Before it officially started, there was a lot of tension so separation in seats were needed. Big Mom’s crew is sitting on the left back, Marines in the front right, Law’s, Kid’s and Shanks and other pirates are put in the right back, and everyone else Luffy knows is in the front right.

Few are still in shock because of the fact that LUFFY is getting married before them.

A lot of yelling and laughter from everyone is around but as soon as the classic music is playing in the background, everyone shuts up and turns to face the back, where you’re walking with Garp.

Old man Garp is the one taking you, and even he is full of tears from the fact that his own grandson is getting married.

“You take care of my dumb ole’ grandson, you hear? If he ever becomes too much of an annoyance, just knock him a few times in the head.”

And when you finally reach him, everyone is quiet and has the proudest smiles on their faces. Their Luffy is all grown up.

His bright, radiating grin is plastered and he is pretty overwhelmed but right now, you’re distracted by his handsome look in his suit.

Of course, he has shorts instead of long dress pants but he still looked handsome regardless.

Vows are said, rings are given and you smile at Luffy as the minister ( Sengoku ) questions your commitment.

“Do you, [ Name LastName ] take this complete fool, Monkey D. Luffy, as your everlasting husband and, future pirate king?”

Chuckles are heard, and you couldn’t suppress a giggle either. “I do.”

“I see. I wish you luck on this journey. Luffy, you may now kiss the bride.”

Claps are heard around as Luffy grins. “About time!” He cheers and pulls you by your hands, quickly smashing your lips together in a kiss.

“Congrats, Luffy!”

“Not bad, Straw Hat.”

“Where’s the beer? Time to party!”

“Alright, Luffy! Woo!”

Music is quick to break out as everyone is celebrating and cheering.

You and Luffy already cut the cake, ( it took you a lot of force to make Luffy not shove his face in the cake and just CUT IT. )

The giant cake made by Sanji and the Big Mom family, was shared for everyone and there was still plenty left.

And it was just a fun time with everyone. You even threw your bouquet(?) behind you already and it seems the next to be wed was Tama!

Clearly some of the women weren’t too happy to see the little grow becoming married before them but it was a nice laugh.

The night goes on and it’s getting late. Guests are leaving after wishing the two of you well and you two head in for your suite that Nami booked as her present.

“It feels normal. I thought this was some big special thing, why is it such a big deal again?” Luffy questions, forgetting what the girls had told him the several nights before about weddings.

You smile gently and set the last wrapped gift to the side with the others, taking a glance at the shimmering ring on your left hand.

“Because,” you spin around and face your husband, reaching over and taking off his straw hat that he kept on.

“It swears our connection and commitment to each other. Why do you think Shanks married Makino, despite their long distance relationship?”

Luffy offers his gentle smile, seemingly more relaxed at the mention of the two of the most important people in his life, out of many.

“Because they love each other?” He guesses calmly, tilting his head and you nod, giggling at his black hair that swayed.

“And I love you.” You whisper, leaning closer and felt Luffy’s arms enveloping you in a tight hug, his face nuzzling into your neck.

“I love you, [Name].”

And he leans back, connecting his lips on yours.

-

Ace

“Oh..wow..”

Oh boy, did the Whitebeard crew go BIG.

I have a feeling that Ace would want something a little normal or smaller perhaps, just inviting his personal friends and family, and maybe a few people he met along the way of his journey.

He’s a friendly, outgoing person but for a personal occasion, it’s best to stick with the people you’re closest to.

But he wasn’t complaining when he saw the large äss party, feast and the important people in his life showing up.

Sabo, Luffy and his crew, Shanks, Makino, all of his brothers, members of his old crew, Garp, he was thrilled to see everyone!

The wedding was held on Whitebeard’s ship, of course. It wasn’t too fancy or grand but still pretty large and the ship was right in the middle of the sea.

Ace is all dressed up handsomely in his suit, with the help of Marco, Vista and Izo. His hair isn’t too messy and just styled neatly.

You were dressed beautifully in your gown/suit, with the help of the nurses, Nami, Robin and Izo.

There was a bit of trouble with seating but naturally, many people stood up anyways and were quite busy throwing confetti and other things at you, even if it was a wedding.

Whitebeard is taking you down the aisle, it’s a little bit difficult but he still did, and you can bet he’s excited to have a daughter/son that will help watch over Ace’s dumbass self.

“Rough him up real good, take good care of my stupid son. And call me Pops!”

When Ace sees you walking down, he’ll admit, he’s teary. He’s actually found love, someone like him.. and he’s about to be married to you, the most amazing, attractive, and sweetest person he’s met.

You look so amazing in your outfit, he’s in tears. He’s so lucky.. Marco has a hand on his shoulder and patting his back. “Congratulations, Ace. You deserve this.”

Wiping his tears with his finger, he nods and exhales, holding the widest, warmest smile he could muster.

He was going to love you and protect you all of his damn life, that’s for sure.

The minister is actually Vista! Ace’s best man is Marco and his groomsmans all include Thatch, Luffy, Jozu, Izo, and Haruta!

“Do you, [Name Lastname] take this young kid as your loyal, lawful and everlasting husband?”

“Really?” Ace pouts at Vista’s joke and chuckles are heard, even yours.

“I do, Vista. I’ll make sure he grows.” You giggle as Ace sighs in exasperation.

“Very well. I now pronounce you husband and wife, Ace, kiss your damn bride already.”

“My pleasure.” Ace grins and he’s quick in pulling your wrist towards him, and spinning you into a dipping motion before connecting your lips together in a kiss.

Whistles and catcalls are heard as loud cheers and applause are made.

“Go Ace!”

“Alright, Fire Fist!”

“Better not lose her, Ace!”

Ace rolls his eyes at the comments from his brothers and pulls you back up with a smile. He’s a little glad he didn’t fall asleep midway because of his narcolepsy.

Party immediately breaks out, Sanji aids Thatch in the kitchen to bring out everything and it’s a long night of dancing, boozing and more.

Ace is just off with the guys, having fun and celebrating while you are off with the women, talking about experiences and such.

And when Ace finally finds you and pulls you two away to his room for some alone time, he pulls you close.

“Well, Mrs. Fire Fist, what do you want to do first?~”

His arms are around your waist as he secures you towards him, a cheeky smile on display on his face.

“Not sure, what did you have in mind?” Playing coy, you shrug and tilt your head, turning away from his face which he pouts and uses his hand to force his back to him.

Pecking your lips, Ace smiles again and leads you to his bed. “I have an idea, if you’re up to it?” He wiggles his brows, making you laugh.

He jumps onto the bed, pulling you with him so you were on top. “Well?”

“Oh! Cuddles, I get it! Sure, I’m tired anyways.”

Ace groans at you, heaving a sigh and he whines. “Come on, [Naaamee]!”

You just giggle and sit up, repositioning yourself on his lap and straddled him. “Fine, fine. You’re lucky it’s our special day today.” You hum.

“Oh? So you don’t want to do this after today is over?” Ace muses, smirking a bit since he knew the answer.

You puff your cheeks out at the thought of not having sex with Ace anymore, but you weren’t going to back down. “..Nope!”

Knowing the truth, Ace chuckles and begins to grind upwards into you.

“Alright, I guess I better make this a special memory to remember.”

-

Sabo

“You look incredible, [Name]..”

The most average, normal one. It’s traditional, smaller than most would be, and it’s for personal guests only.

So close members of the revolutionary army, his brothers, Garp and Makino were the only ones invited. If Luffy wanted, he could bring his crew but that’s it!

It’s traditional, so it was held inside a chapel, of course. It wasn’t anything special, everything was set up already and prepared for a small group so it was great.

Sabo is in a dashing, handsome suit like Ace was, but somehow has a much more charming, princely appearance. He helped himself in the appearance, with smallest help of Inazuma.

Your dress too! Somehow it’s more Royal appearing and your veil resembles a crown in a way. Koala and Iva helped you out in this!

Sabo’s best man is actually Ace! The strongest brotherly bond overpowered the thought of having Kuma, Iva or Luffy as a best man, but fortunately, they didn’t seem to mind, since they were groomsmans anyways. Iva being both bridesmaid and groomsman.

Ace was pretty teary and honored, and felt so excited.

The one who takes you down the aisle is Dragon. He’s a little awkward about it at first but he is quite proud of Sabo, even if he doesn’t openly show it.

“Take good care of him, alright?”

“I will.” You assure, thanking him when you finally reach the point of Sabo’s side.

The whole time, Sabo is staring at you in awe, feeling speechless. How did he manage to get someone as beautiful and wholehearted as you?

He can’t contain his wide grin and excitement, his hands just a hint clammy from the nervousness of possible rejection. But he knew you loved him. Because he loves you.

“Someone looks handsome.” You whisper in a giggle and Sabo chuckles. “Not compared to the beauty you have right now.” He winks.

The minister is actually Kuma, of course. Kuma was the obvious choice. Kuma took the position with gratitude.

“[Name Lastname]. Do you take Chief of Staff Sabo, as your lawful, loyal and everlasting husband?”

“I do.”

“Congratulations. I now pronounce you husband and wife, Sabo, please do the honor of kissing your bride.”

Sabo is the most natural approach, taking a step forward and cupping your cheeks in his hands and pulling you forward, for a kiss.

Cheers and applause are made and heard, and Luffy, being the brother he is, pulls out a loud confetti popper and pulls it, it shooting it out everywhere like fireworks.

“Congratulations, you two!”

“Alright, time to get drinking!”

“Better not let this get in the way of your missions..”

“Luffy, how’d you even get that?!” Sabo widens his eyes and he laughs. “Franky made it for me! He said it’ll be super, for the wedding!”

“Geez..”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips and Sabo finds himself laughing alongside you and the whole place is soon filled with laughter and cheer.

It’s a small family party but it was still pretty chaotic regardless, and Sabo makes sure to take you outside for some fresh air when it becomes nighttime.

“Hey, feeling okay?”

Taking a seat on the bench nearly, Sabo sits beside you and you nod, immediately leaning into his shoulder.

“It’s overwhelming, I guess..” the warm smile that spreads your lips is contagious as he does the same when he sees it. “But,”

You take a look at your ring finger, that held the beautiful silver ring and diamond. “I couldn’t be happier with today. I’m married to the love of my life.”

Sabo smiles gently and closed his eyes, leaning against the backrest and let the moonlight light against his face.

“I am, as well. I couldn’t be any luckier to be married to you now..” taking your hand in his, he intertwines your fingers and brings your hand up to kiss.

He kisses your ring finger specifically and hums.

“Thank you.. for being with me.. I love you, [Name].”

“Of course. Thank you for being with me. I love you, Sabo.”

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A/N : well! This was sweet~ I feel bad for Luffy’s part because it’s not the greatest. :/ but I hope you enjoyed! :D