#one shot?

[nikosama13]

Captain's Orders! (New! Law x Reader)

Description: After attacking and cleaning out a marine ship you and the Heart Pirates stumbled across some good old fashion booze. But when Law by accidentally swapped his cup for yours things got a little out of hand..

Side Notes: Hello loves! This was lowkey rushed but I did my greatest! (My requests should be open + probably spelling mistakes) (づ￣ ³￣)づ

-Shanks Version Here-

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It was a lively night on the Polar Tang, the Heart Pirates were celebrating after attacking and clearing out a whole marine ship. You guys came across all kinds of supplies which you all of course took back with you to the ship. But one of the most important things you found was barrels and barrels of booze. Now, nor you or the rest of the crew drank to a great extent, however it was nice to let loose once in a while and today seemed like a great day to do just that. Law sat in the corner of the dining room reading away, struggling to focus on his new book. (Which he also probably stole from the marine’s ship) You and Heart pirates ignored his scrunched up and scowling face, continuing your loud dancing and games. Eventually, Law stood up to go get a glass of water and grabbed your cup instead. After he had inhaled the whole glass it hit him.. He basically just swallowed a load of booze. He wasn’t really bothered about what had just happened, however he knew that his booze tolerance wasn’t really that strong at all… So he sat back down and continued reading his book.. Forgetting the whole situation. You on the other hand.. didn’t notice that your drink was missing. The booze had already hit you hard and you thought that you just never refilled the cup. By the end of the night you were all worn out and plopped on your bed, wasted. But soon after, somebody interrupted your peace of mind.. Law just walked straight into your room, bold and without a care in the world. “Oi, y/n-ya you made a mess in the dining room, go clean it up, now.” He said, his voice had a hint of drunkness to it.

Not like your voice was any better.. “Ugh.. no, not right now.. leave.” you suggled further into your pillow, ignoring the captain's orders. Well that was.. until you felt two hands creep up on your waist. The next thing you knew was you were being picked up, swung over Law’s shoulder. You smacked his back with your hands and kicked your feet up and down. “Lawww!” you groaned, dizzy and unhappy. “Fine, I'll take you somewhere better..” his pace picked up and walked quicker to this ‘Better place’, all while carrying you. You were confused by the random change of heart. He was usually more strict about things, especially cleaning up.. But you weren’t complaining if he was going to get you out of it. The next thing you saw was the door frame of some room and the door shutting behind you two. After he gently placed you down on something soft like a bed.. When your vision unblurred you realized where you were. Law’s Room.. You gasped and sat straight up. “L-law what the hell are we doing here!?” you felt your cheeks burning up. “Well you didn’t wanna clean..” he walked closer to you.. “I-..” you were speechless and frozen. “Why so stiff darling..?” he mischievously smiled at you. Eventually your lips crashed together before you could do anything and in that moment you decided that maybe this situation wasn’t so bad after all.. Maybe this was a blessing to have Law act like this.. But out of all the people.. Law? You were just so shocked why he acted like this.. 

His lips slowly and gently pressed on your own. He wasn't rushing it, and took his time in trying not to hurt you in any way.

Law continued the kiss softly and slowly, gently moving his lips across your own before slowly picking up the pace. His arms slowly wrapped themselves around your back and pulled you even closer to him.

Let’s just say you two would have a long talk in the morning..

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The End~

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[weirdohasleft]

‘Two years ago, Bruce Wayne lost his son, Danny, to one of the Fentons' botched inventions. Return to present day, he's come to another universe to retrieve something from Fenton Works. There, he finds another version of his son, alive and breathing.

If Bruce could not keep his son, thanks to their incompetency, why should they keep theirs? ‘

Small angstly lil writing piece that is directly inspired by this fanfic because I can’t stop thinking about it Danny somehow running away and going back to his old home in some childish hope that something was there for him.

The doors are locked and the windows are barricaded, the inside is empty when he phases through the door. Not even the basic ghost defences are active to try and chase him off. Dust lingers over every surface of the house, Danny spots a few faded and discarded papers littering the rotting floor. He stands in the doorway for too long. This house is too quiet, too dark and too cold. It’s dead.

He steps forward despite this. As he quietly stalks down the too silent hallway, the boy feels like a ghost haunting somewhere more lifeless then he is . Traveling deeper into the hollow corpse of something that mimics his long gone childhood.

He’s not sure why he climbs up the familiar stairs that groan under his weight. He’s not sure why he stops in front of a door that should be alien to him. He’s not sure why he turns the knob with shaking hands and steps inside. Nor does he understand why he spends so much time simply staring at the abandoned room. Yet, it’s not as empty as he thought it was. The stripped bones of a bedroom are laid bare in the middle of the room. It’s not much, just some threadbare furniture thrown around. But there is one item that stands out, one thing that lays abandoned and forgotten along the wall. Thrown harshly at the wall in a fit of emotion before being left to rot.

Danny finally understands why he’s here when he softly steps closer and picks up the once discarded thing. He concedes that he must hate himself when his mother’s goggles stare back at him.

Danny distantly hears a child wail as something wet lands onto the broken surface of the lens

[novankenn]

OMG!!! (III)

( Series Chapter List )

A/N I just can't stop... it's like when you get a song stuck in your head... >:)

Pyyrha was red faced as Nora escorted her back to the dorm. The Nora-ish grin on her face spelling doom for the four-time champion. Once they were back inside JNPR's room, without anyone else, Nora pounced.

"So that was... a very exciting pic... wasn't it?"

"What?"

Nora slowly pulled out her scroll, tapped the screen and turned it to face Pyrrha...

"HOW?!?"

"I sent it to myself from your scroll... I didn't think you would mind, considering..."

"Considering?"

"The amount of blood I mopped up to keep you out of trouble." Nora turned the screen back to face her, "Gods she has some serious T&A, I'm feeling a little jealous."

"What will it cost?"

"Pyr-Pyr! I'm shocked! I'm appalled!" Nora gave Pyrrha a scandalized look, "That you would..."

"Nora... what do I have to do to make sure you show NO ONE that picture?"

"Let me watch the stream with you."

"What? Why?"

"Joan is like the second famous person I know, and I'm on her team! I should be there for moral support..."

"Plus it's an invite only stream..."

"That too."

"Fine, just this... EEP!" Nora grabbed Pyrrha by the wrist and spun her about sending her stumbling to her bed.

"Log in!"

Pyrrha fumbled her scroll, but was able to recover enough to activate her account link, instantly connecting to GoldenAngel(Joan)'s stream.

"Five minutes!" Nora was almost vibrating as she leaned against Pyrrha, to watch the countdown timer...

The passage of a few minutes felt like hours, but it did pass. The stream started, but there was no picture, which caused the chat to to rapidly getting spammed with WTH and WTF comments.

"I'm here... I'm here..." Joan's voice sounded a little tinny coming over the speakers of the scroll, but it didn't matter to Pyrrha or Nora. Both were completely focused on wanting to see what Joan aka GoldenAngel would wear as a maid costume... "Ready?"

"Welcome to my stream Masters and Mistresses! How may I serve you?" Joan purred out...

Nora and Pyrrha never saw the rest of the stream...

... four hours later the found themselves waking up in the infirmary, facing a very anxious, worried and upset Joan.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕰𝖝𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Had this one stored on a different app. Been on my mind quite a few times.

TW // Violence, gore?

Usually going through old, abandoned bases was no problem to go through. Yet, it was unusual for a horde of demons to be here. There was nothing here for the demons. At least, not anymore, I think.

Maybe they wanted a new summoning ground? If they did, it was better to move on than trying to fight through it. I wasn’t stupid enough to waste perishable bullets on resummonings. I needed them for defense more than offense purposes.

Besides, if there was too much demons, there were other base’s to raid through. Maybe a little farther out, but it will do.

Hence, my slight hesitation continuing on through the base. Putting silenced bullets through the common Imp’s, and random zombified soldiers. Their bodies dropping to the group with a thud, or squelch. Making me slightly grimace at the unholy sound.

Continuing on, slowly cutting down the numbers body, by body. Screeching of metal, and roars reached my ears as I began to question being here. I know I needed to restock on some supplies, but did I really need to restock? Was this base really worth it? To really look through?

In some way it was, I liked being stocked, and ready for anything. Ready to make a six hour journey to some undecided location, always on the move. Yet my willpower could be overpowering sometimes, telling me that I could find some wares elsewhere. Much to my undeciding regret.

If it gets to be too much, I’ll leave. I decided.

It did.

It’s got to be too much.

Clearing room after room with hordes of demons, there stood a tall humanoid being in the center of it all. Their armor, drenched in the blood, and guts of demons. A hand around a kneeling Hell Knights neck.

An sickening crack sounded out all around the area. The blood, drenched figure rising up, and down in what seemed to be anger, perhaps exhaustion? Though, with the brute size, and even strength of the being. I highly doubt that.

Getting spooked when they snapped their head in my direction. I quickly raised my rifle up at them in defense. Unsure of their motives. I mean, they just killed a Hell Knight by just snapping its neck, who knows what else this… being could do?

Probably throw you through multiple walls with that shown strength. Oh, that thought mentally hurt.

The being just stood there heaving while I exhaled through my nose slowly as if they were some sort of apex predator that would hunt me down if I so much as breathed. This being screamed danger. Yet nothing, no-one made a move. Were they waiting on me to make the first move? Or were they simply looking for some weak spots? Maybe both?

Feeling the ground shaking beneath my boots. I quickly glanced at my surroundings, my gun still trained on the mysterious being. I saw a blur of another demon charging into the area, heading for the being drenched in their partners gore.

Quickly taking my chance of the unsuspecting distraction. I took a different route through the base. Wasting no time in getting what I needed before heading back out. I was already this far in, why back out now?

Zig zagging through the corridors, taking down some small demons on my way, and occasionally spotting little bits of ammo. I took them quickly and shoved them down in my backpack. Keeping my senses alert for the bigger enemy’s. I needed to get out quickly, who knows what kind of magnet that armored being was?

Pulling the backpack over my shoulder again. I shot some rushing imps in the head with my sidearm. My eyes quickly shooting around the area to plan my escape before rising up from my knees again.

Damn! I hope this armored being won’t follow me around like that other one.

𝕰𝖝𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 II

[lets-both-be-girls]

First encounter

I had just gotten out of my last class of the week when my “sister” Jess had invited me to a party that night.

“It’s gonna be funnnnnn! Live a little Rox”

“I’m not sure…”

“There might be a cute girl in it for you..”

“What time?”

And thus I was manipulated into going to a party.

I was wearing a black tank top and some black jeans, with my docs. Plain but decent. I tied up my hair into tiny pigtails and went off to the party.

When I had gotten there around 9 a majority of the people were drunk already, including Jess..

“Roxxxxxxxxieeeeeee!!” She had said with a slurred voice and a gigantic mischievous smile.

“Jess. I’m probably not gonna be here long, been a long week” I said.

Admittedly it had been a long week full of exams and drama with my roommates, but I have to say I really don’t like Jess or her parties, the only reason I still put up with it is because my father would kill me if I wasn’t friends with his “perfect step-daughter”.

“Rox, I wanted you to meet my new best friend everr!! This is Ramona!” She slurred

That’s when I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. With beautiful short green hair and a smile to light up the room.

“Hello beautiful, you need someone to show you around” I said with a playful tone

She laughed a bit “Sure why not.”

I knew there was a future with this girl. If it was happy was yet to be determined.

[dollygirl808]

A Dead Man's Home

Childhood best friend! Simon "Ghost" Riley x Nurse!OC Ava

(Emotional, hurt/comfort, injury, breaking and entering, angst? Romance? Kinda.)

While this story is SFW, please be respectful and know that my blog as a whole is not, and is 18+ only. It's also possible that if I make this a series it'll contain smut. Thanks!

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Ava gasped, falling back into the door she just closed as she saw him- just sitting there, apparently napping. Naturally, she screamed.

The man startled awake, a gun appearing in his hands as he shot up straight and pointed the gun at her, pretty blue eyes meeting hers. And then he relaxed, dropped the gun which bounced off the cushion and skittered under her coffee table. The masked man leaned back on her couch, hissing under his breath and pressing his hand into his side, which was currently bleeding through his black shirt.

There was a nice black leather jacket thrown over her dining chair, and a pair of heavy black combat boots that she almost tripped over.

"What're ya screaming for?" He asked, grimacing when speaking agitated his injuries. "Jus' me, love," He told her like it was obvious, thick British accent making her head reel. First his eyes- so familiar yet so different. Then his voice.

"W-what?" She took a stuttering breath, feeling her knees grow weak as she stared at the man currently bleeding out on her couch.

Then, slowly so as to not cause too much pain, he lifted his hand and peeled away the torn, bloodsoaked balaclava and revealed his face. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

"Si.." The tears welled up immediately, a hand coming up to cover her mouth as her voice trailed off. She felt rooted to the spot, unable to take a single step closer. His face is plenty recognizable in the dark of her apartment anyways, and there was a little light peering through the closed curtains.

Whatever face she's making must be ugly, twisted in disbelief and heartbreak and relief all rolled into one- she's always been an ugly crier, he told her so plenty of times. She must look so silly right now because he chuckled, low and deep, although the movement makes him grunt in pain again.

"Hey love," Simon rasped, chest rising with every heavy breath.

"Si... S-simon?" She asked, voice breaking off into a near silent whisper, the tears already gathering at her hand pressed to her face.

"Yeah. 'S me love,'' He told her, and that's all it took.

Ava burst into sobs, crumbling right there in her spot by the door to her knees, both hands pressed tight to muffle her opened-mouth wailing.

"Shit-" Simon cursed out, forcing himself to his feet and limping over to her. He kneeled in front of her, bruised and gloved hand hesitating before softly touching her hair like she was a wounded animal, as fragile as porcelain under his blood stained palm.

The single featherlight touch is all it took for her to throw herself at him, falling into his chest as she took them both to the ground despite his groaned protest of pain, crying into his blood-soaked shirt and clenching the fabric between his fingers like he might disappear again.

This isn't exactly what Simon expected when he came here, half delirious from blood loss, clumsily prying open her window out in the open where anyone could see. Really, she should get a security system, it was way too easy to break into her house. But that could be talked about later, after they've both calmed down and had some time to talk.

He could feel his own emotions swell, his nose and eyes burn. But he doesn't cry, no- he's far too gone for that, committed too many crimes, killed too many people. A single tear is all he allowed himself, pressing his cheek to the top of her ginger curls, letting the single droplet soak into her hair. He knows she felt it, too, but she doesn't say anything.

She's too busy cursing at him and hitting his chest and arms, and crying into his shirt and clinging to him, but she knows.

Ava sat up, half straddled over his waist from where she tackled him, cute puffy cheeks all angry and pouty as she glared down at him through teary eyes, and she slapped him. Hard, right across his face.

"You- you fucking asshole!" She sobbed, using the sleeve of her blue nurse's scrub to wipe at her teary face, but even as she tried to stop the waterworks they just kept coming.

Simon grabbed her wrists when she started pressing the heel of her palm into her eyes, pulling her hands away from her face with just one of his. His thick, scarred thumb swiped away a tear on her cheek, looking up at her with such longing as he did it. And she can't help but smile, lean into his touch as disbelieving little giggles bubbled out of her.

"I know. M' sorry Ava," He told her, voice reverent as he looked up at her as a thing to be cherished, treasured. And she was, to him. The closest thing to family he had was right here, in his arms.

"Don't Ava me!" She snapped at him, hitting at his thick muscled chest, and he let her, although it lacked any real venom or aggression. "You died! You left-!" The tears welled up again, and she hiccuped out another sob, cutting herself off.

"You left me, Si," She whimpered out, bottom lip quivering as she blinked at him through tears, fingers clenched into his black shirt again.

He swallowed thickly, barely able to meet her gaze, "I know.. 'M really sorry love." He wiped at the fresh salty tears on her face then rubbed his thumb against her cheek, and it didn't take long for her to melt into his touch again, un-clenching her hands and resting them against his middle just where his shirt was bunched up around her thick thighs.

"I missed you, so much Si- you have no idea."

"Missed you too, love," He breathed out.

Ava went to scrub at her face again with her sleeve, only to see blood on her scrubs that wasn't there before. She stared at it, blinked, then blinked again as if it would go away.

"....You're bleeding," She stated, chocolate eyes shifting from her bloodied sleeve to his face.

"Yea," He nodded once, concise, just agreeing with her statement.

They stared at each other for a moment, both silent for different reasons, Simon because he didn't have anything else to say, and Ava because she was praying for the strength not to kill him a second time and wring his neck.

She settled for smacking the side of his head before scrambling off of him, rushing to her bathroom for her first aid kit.

"Ow- what was that for?" He huffed, sitting up and dragging himself to leave back against the couch, not having the energy to stand up again.

He flinched from the bright light when she flicked on her living room switch, "For letting me squish you under me while you bled out, you moron!" She scolded him, dropping to her knees once again, this time with a white box that had the medical symbol on it.

She slapped away his hands with a click of her tongue as he tried to lift his shirt up, then pressed a thick pill into his palm and handed him her water bottle as she lifted his torn shirt for him, gingerly unwrapping his hastily-done bandaging.

"What'dya do that for anyways?" She glanced up at him as she tore open a disinfectant wipe, just to be safe. As he was about to speak she pressed it to his wounds, making him hiss out in pain. It brought a small little smile to her face.

"Little sadist," He sighed fondly, "Did it cause I missed you," He smiled softly at her despite her sadistic little revenge, eyelids all droopy as he leaned his head back against the couch cushion.

It made her heart skip a beat again, her breath stutter as she prepared her suture needle and thread. "What're you looking at me like that for?" She huffed out, tucking her chin to her chest as she stared pointedly at his wound instead of him.

"Like what love?" He asked, tilting his head to the side to look at her more.

"Like you're about to bleed out, that's what you big brute." She fished out her phone from her pocket, tossing it at him.

"You'd never let me bleed out love," He teased with a charming smile, somehow still managing to be stupidly attractive even with blood splattered on his face. He caught her phone easily, and raised an eyebrow at her in the form of a question.

"Use the flash, can't see shit on the floor," She told him, and set her emergency kit on between his legs as she half laid over his lap and half on the floor to get a better angle.

"Don't know yer code, love," He turned the phone to face her so she could unlock it.

"It's the date you told me you were joining the military." He hummed, barely noticeable pause before turning it back to face him as he put the date in- he remembered of course, the first time he broke her heart, when he said he'd be gone for months on end, only coming back every once in a while.

So, she spent the next hour properly patching him up, plucking him in the thigh or stomach whenever he let the light move. There were only two wounds that needed to be stitched, one gnarly jagged tear across his side that she couldn't even make a guess as to where it came from, and the other on his thigh, dangerously close to the femoral artery.

The rest of his wounds are mostly big, ugly bruises that must hurt like a bitch, and possibly a few broken ribs. When she tried to make him go to the hospital he put his foot down and refused.

"Simon," Ava sighed out, pinching the bridge of her nose, "I just don't understand, you could be seriously hurt, I'm not a doctor, I can't diagnose you," She told him, exasperated.

He sighed as well, blinking slowly at her. "Love- I'm dead. Y'remember that, don't ya?" He asked, poking his thick finger at the dog tags around her neck, the ones with his name on it, "Can't go to the hospital. They'll find my death certificate and it'll cause trouble."

Her face softened into a mournful little smile, the stinging of oncoming tears making her lip quiver again at the memory. It nearly made the corner of his lips quirk up in a smile, that was a trait from their childhood that he missed seeing. She always looked so cute like that, cheeks all puffed out, nose red with her bottom lip in a pout.

"I just... don't want you to die on me again, Si," She murmured, curling her legs under her as she scooted closer to him on the couch.

"You won't love, promise," He vowed to her, his expression almost adoring as he stroked his thumb over her cheekbone, then his hand fell down to her neck and slid into the hairs at the back of her neck.

"C'mere," Simon pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her as she buried her face in one of his old shirts, the gray fabric stretched thinly over his thick muscled form, barely fitting him anymore.

When she handed it to him with a defiant blush, she threatened to kick him in the ribs if he ruined her favorite sleeping shirt. He huffed a laugh into her hair at the memory, and she nuzzled closer, burying her nose into his scent. Even if it was tainted by bloodshed and gunpowder, it was still him underneath it all. Her Simon.

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Ava felt herself drifting off, when suddenly her world shifted as Simon hauled her up into his arms bridal style, making her squeak at him indignantly to be put down.

"I just stitched you up, you stray mutt!" She hissed at him, heat rising to her cheeks, "I'm too heavy and you're too injured to be carrying me Si!"

"Yer not," He rolled his eyes like what she said was a ridiculous, unfounded rumor with no truth to it, a smirk tilting the corner of his mouth, "Now where's yer bedroom?"

A furious blush spread across her face, "Put me down!" She wriggled like a worm on a hook to get out of his grasp, but despite having to limp from his injury and likely having a few broken ribs, he didn't so much as falter in his hold on her. In fact, he completely ignored her as he began limping down a hallway in search of his current objective.

"Stop squirmin'. Won't help you," He chuckled, amused as he opened a door, found it to be a bathroom and kept looking.

Ava whined, pushing her face into his shoulder, "This is humiliating Si," She mumbled.

"Love, 'S just us. Now are ya gunna hide or help me?" He prompted, tilting his head to look down at her with his pretty blue eyes.

She pouted, and refused to look at him as she pointed to the slightly ajar door of her bedroom. The man just hummed in acknowledgment and limped his way over, pushing open the door as they shuffled through, and he sat with her in his arms still.

When she squirmed and complained, he graciously allowed her to sit on his lap instead. "D'ya work tomorrow?"

She shook her head, "No, thankfully. I have the weekend off."

"Good," He sighed out, and promptly fell back onto the bed. "Let's sleep in tomorrow."

She had gotten changed into a t-shirt and shorts earlier when she let him borrow- or have, his old shirt back. And he was just wearing that and the boxers he wore when he came in, his pants being ripped and blood-soaked. As well as uncomfortable for sleeping in.

She crawled off of him, careful not to put any pressure on his wounds, and laid down as she usually would, covered pulled up to her chin.

"I never consented to you sleeping in my bed," She told him.

Simon cracked an eye open, looking over at her, "Want me to sleep on the couch, love?"

Ava pursed her lips, glancing away before looking back at him, "No," She admitted, voice quiet. He hummed again. He did that a lot, actually.

"You can cuddle with me.. I guess."

He smiled, "Thanks love."

It took him a few more minutes to move again, thoroughly exhausted, but eventually he dragged himself next to her under the covers, his least injured arm tucked under her head with his other wrapped around her soft stomach from behind, pulling her into his chest with only a small squeak of protest.

He pressed his nose into the nape of her neck, taking a deep breath filled with her smell, forehead pressed against her curls up in a bun. "Missed you," He mumbled against her neck, voice filled with warmth and pure adoration. Her breath hitched.

"I- missed you too," She told him back shakily. It was hard to keep her composure when he used that tone with her, so raw and exalting, hot against her skin.

"G'night love," Simon whispered into her shoulder, pressing a kiss to the skin there.

She breathed deeply, closing her eyes, trying to will her heartbeat to slow down, "Goodnight Simon.”

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Thee end, that's all for now. Idk if ill write more because I wasn't supposed to start any new series bc I have too many in a cod fandom alone (7 now if you include this one) but you can have it and enjoy!

Taglist: @cringeycookies

[cxltsxo]

Double Edged Sword;

summary: in which Miles stops being friends with you to insure your safety

pairing: Earth 42 Miles Morales and fem!reader

cw: angst and lowkey terrible Spanish. I’m a bit rusty on my writing skills, its been a while.

inspo: saw an irl write abt Earth 42 Miles and felt like i just HAD to. I spent like 3 hours on this 😓

nsfw: no

(i wrote this in a delirious, nearly asleep state. I apologize for any errors I overlooked. Apparently i also forgot a title 💀.)

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There would never be an adequate word to describe how You felt in this moment.

Hurt, betrayed, alone?

No, none of those words could convey the way your heart ached at the knowledge that you had destroyed the only good thing God had ever deemed you worthy of.

Your 13 year friendship with your best friend, Miles Morales.

He had been there for you since the beginning of time. At least, that’s what it felt like. You two had known each other since the ripe age of 2 years old. You were neighbors and your mothers had become friends years before you were born, so they both watched you grow up with Miles, saying that you two were inseparable. It was true too, whether it was school work or even something as minuscule as taking out the trash, there was never a place where Miles was where you weren’t following close behind. It had always been that way, and you thought it always would be.

It seems that you may have been wrong.

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After school let out, you and Miles walked to the library down the street from your houses. It had been your ritual for almost 6 years now and even if you didn’t actually end up doing anything groundbreaking with him while you were there, his company itself was extremely pleasant and more than enough to keep you coming back, day after day, year after year. When you two arrived at the near-abandoned building, you claimed the two seats closest to the back of the lounge area while Miles searched for a book you both needed for your English class. If you read and studied together, you’d definitely be more likely to ace the exam you had over the reading at the end of the week. Miles was a genius, and while you were definitely not stupid, you could use the extra help from someone who knows what they’re doing. English was definitely your worst subject.

“Hey y/n? What’s the name of this book we’re supposed to be reading? I can’t find the email they sent out about it.”

Miles spoke rather loudly, earning multiple shushes from the surrounding population. You opened your mouth to speak while Miles flashed a sheepish grin to the old librarian who happened to be glaring daggers at him.

“Quiet down Miles you’re making the audience boo. It’s called ‘The Great Gatsby’. Did you check your spam folder? That’s where my email was.”

You articulated your words in a harsh fast whisper, feeling the eyes staring at the both of you from the surrounding area. Miles took note of your discomfort and stayed silent while he went to a book isle to the left of you. About 10 minutes later, he returned to the table with two copies of ‘The Great Gatsby’ in his hand, setting them down while he whispered in your ear.

“You were right. It was in the spam folder.”

You felt your face get warm. You could never understand why your body and mind treated you this way whenever Miles got too close for comfort, and honestly, you hoped you never did. You quickly pushed away the giddy feeling rising inside of you and looked up at Miles to see his gorgeous smile staring back at you. God, there was nothing you loved more than his smile. Except for being the cause of it, that was so much better.

Miles quickly noticed your staring. His smile widened while he quirked up his eyebrow in mock confusion.

“Is there something on my face mi vida? Or are you just taking in my beauty? Me pregunto si te duelen los ojos.”

You forced out a laugh, trying to ignore the fact that you nearly fall in love with him every time he decides to speak spanish to you. The added pet name definitely didn’t help your case much. You pushed out a quick “come sit down”, watching as he took his seat next to you and opened his book. All while having that same smile pointed at you. You barely managed to flash a small smile in return before you began popcorn reading with him for the next 2 hours and taking notes whenever you found something important to note. You had a lot more fun than you wanted to admit and had conquered over half the book while in the process. Needless to say, you were quite pleased with you and Miles’ efforts. The sun was beginning to set as you walked home with Miles in tow. It had been relatively quiet the rest of the way to your neighborhood, which was unusual considering Miles always had something to talk about. You heard faint typing sounds as well as the ‘delivered’ notification play from his phone. Curious, you decide to pry a bit.

“Who’re you texting?”

You watched as Miles startled, taken aback by the sudden question. He looked as if he wanted to tell you something, but decided against it,

“Ah- uh. No one y/n. Don’t worry about it.”

Miles’ sudden strange behavior threw you for a loop. He never hid things from you, even when they were embarrassing or something you just shouldn’t tell other people. Keeping secrets wasn’t his forte and you hated to admit that it did hurt a little that he wasn’t being completely truthful. You chose to leave it alone, figuring that it would be entirely nonsensical to make a big deal out of this situation. It wasn’t really even that serious right? There was no reason for you to be upset.

right?

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a sharp ‘ding’ coming from Miles’ phone. You glanced behind you as his facial expression shifted from neutral to nearly enraged. You had never seen Miles look like that before, and to be quite honest, it scared you. A sudden urge to check up on him took over you.

“Miles? Are you okay? What happened? You need me to beat someones ass for you?”

At that, Miles startled again. Wiping the clearly upset look off of his face, he smiled at you.

“Haha y/n. You couldn’t win a fight if your life depended on it. I’m okay, but I’m gonna have to say goodbye to you early. I’ll see you tomorrow at school though, Sorry!”

“Miles? Wha-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Miles had run off. To be completely honest, you were too tired to chase after him. holding your head in your hands, you walked the rest of the way home, alone.

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Two weeks.

It had been exactly two weeks since you had last heard from or seen Miles. You had texted him him every day asking him where he was and if he was alright, only to be left on delivered the entire time. Your chest felt tight. Your mom had talked to Mrs. Morales and found out that Miles hadn’t come home that night, but had texted his mother to let him know he was okay. You felt your stomach drop as worry and hurt began to set in. You were in the middle of praying to your nonexistent god when your mom knocked on your bedroom door, letting you know that Miles had returned home. You hurried out of your room and ran outside, banging on Miles’ door as soon as you reached it.

“MILES WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? I’VE BEEN SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU!”

You were pretty sure the entire neighborhood could hear you at this point, but you didn’t care. Miles had never once treated you like this and you were royally upset with him. You wanted an explanation, and a good one at that. Before you could scream anymore, the door opened to reveal Miles standing in the doorway. His expression looked troubled and he quickly cut you off before you could say anything else.

“Hey y/n… I know you’re mad at me already but we can’t… talk right now. For a while, actually. I’m sorry.”

You stood there with your jaw on the ground. You had lost the ability to speak. First, he had left you on delivered for two full weeks and now, now you couldn’t talk to him anymore? For a while? How long was a while? Your tried to regain your composure, bombarding him with questions while your anger slowly seeped into your words.

“What? Why? Where were you and why didn’t you respond to my texts? You didn’t even read them! Do you know how worried about you I was? You don’t do that kind of shit to your best friend! I thought you cared about me more than that. Are you too good to talk to me now?”

“No no! It’s nothing like that, I swear to you. It’s just… I can’t tell you y/n. You wouldn’t understand…. it would put you in danger and I can’t let you get hurt because of me. You mean a lot to me, so much. It’s just not safe for us to be close to each other right now. You won’t see me for a while. This is for your own good.”

Miles closed the door, leaving you standing there, speechless. Danger? Not safe? You didn’t know what any of it meant. You didn’t know what to do, or where to go. You just stood there, crying and holding your chest. You began to walk away from his doorstep. Stopping yourself before you could fully leave. You looked back at his door, the crimson red reflecting in your eyes. You remembered all the times you had opened that door. All the times Mr. and Mrs. Morales had you and your mother over for dinner, when you and Miles would play in his living room when you were younger, everything came flooding back all at once and you couldn’t take it anymore. You broke down into a sobbing mess, speaking four words before you ran back to your house.

“I love you, Miles.”

Little did you know, Miles had never left the door. Hearing you cry was the last straw for him. As he listened to your labored footsteps, he gave in to his tears.

“I know. I’m so sorry, just give me some time. I love you too y/n.”

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Pt 2 coming soon 🙏🏼

[parachutingkitten]

Fireflies

Proving that he didn't kill his dad, or at least assist in his assassination proves to be a difficult task for Benthomaar, and with a public quickly turning violent, he decides that retreating into hiding is his best option at the moment. Luckily the ninja have a great secluded contact to send him to. ~2800 words

Vania hesitated a moment before knocking on the door. She knew this was going to be a difficult situation to navigate. She wanted to talk to him, she wanted to lend an ear, but she didn’t know if he would want to talk at all. After all, he had only just arrived this morning, and he certainly had a lot to process. Circumstances were grim, but there wasn’t much point in letting him wallow in it. Regardless, she had come prepared… with cookies. Everyone could always use a cookie. 

It was only a few seconds after she knocked before Benthomaar answered the door. “Oh! Queen Vania! I didn’t-”

“No, it’s nothing,” she waved it off. “I just brought you some fresh baked cookies!” She smiled, raising up the plate she held. 

She was met with a largely blank stare and a slow nod. “Of course, come in.” He welcomed her inside, his figure turned around before she had even made it through the frame. Vania carefully stepped inside, closing the door behind herself. “I’m sorry I haven’t had much of a presence.” He plopped down on the edge of his bed, running his fingers through his hair. “I’ve been… a bit out of sorts.” His gaze was distracted, his mind obviously not entirely present.

“You don’t need to apologize. You’ve been through a lot.” Not knowing quite what to do with the cookies, she continued to hold them in the least awkward way she could manage. “I’m honestly surprised you’re as composed as you are.” I suppose death threats and assassination attempts are somewhat expected for royalty, but she had never had to deal with it before. 

“It's just…” he paused, his eyes stuck in the middle distance. “A lot to consider. I’m not even sure I’ve processed that I’m here yet.”

Struggling still to land a connection, she turned to her life preserver. “You know, the cookies really are best when they’re warm.”

He finally snapped out of his daze, a soft smile finally gracing his lips. “Right.” He took the plate, grabbing a cookie from the pile and taking a bite. His face exploded in surprise, his eyes growing wide. “You weren’t kidding! These are delicious!” 

Vania chuckled. The cookies had worked. 

“Here, you want one?” He offered one to her.

“Oh, no.” Vania shook her head. “I’m fine.”

“You said it yourself, they’re best when they’re warm.” He grinned before taking another bite.

She took the bait, sitting down next to him, and gladly munching on the snack. “They really are.”

“Well, thank you for being so accommodating on such short notice,” Benthomaar set the plate down on the bed between them, the tension now significantly broken.

“Of course!” Vania shrugged. “Any friend of the ninja is a friend of mine.”

“You all are close?”

“We are!” Vania smiled, genuinely excited by the thought. “I honestly can’t believe it sometimes.” 

“Really?” Benthomaar laughed.

“Yeah, I idolized them like crazy before I met them! You know, I had the biggest celebrity crush on Cole.”

“You don’t say?” Benthomaar’s eyes narrowed as he took another bite of his cookie.

“Yeah, and he’s great,” Vania mused. “A lot different than I imagined, but it still boggles my mind that we’re as good of friends as we are.”

“Well, I’m glad they were able to put in a good word for me.”

“Sure, I’m glad to have you.” Vania smiled, her eyes shifting down as the mood in the room once again sunk. “It sucks that you have to be here in the first place though.”

Benthomaar sighed, reaching for another cookie. “Well, it is difficult to rule people who want nothing to do with you.” He broke the cookie in half, defeated. 

“It’s so ridiculous! I mean, you risked your life trying to defend your kingdom, and yet you get labeled a traitor!”

“Well, it’s complicated. There isn’t any real evidence of what happened to my father. Only the sudden appearance of outsiders right before his death, and my siding with them.”

“The ninja could testify, right? They saw what happened. And some of them are robots, you could compel them to tell the truth!”

“People just don’t trust it. They’re wary of the technology. It comes from surface dwellers.” His words sounded rehearsed, as if he’d gone over this talking point dozens of times now.

Vania took another bite of her cookie, sitting in thought for a moment. “You know, I have an excellent magic consultant. I know he’s produced visions before. I could ask if he might be able to summon one of the past.”

Benthomaar’s eyes perked up. “That… could be helpful.”

“Well, I can certainly look into it,” she smiled. 

“I appreciate it,” he nodded, his mind again wandering far from this room. 

Vania studied his expression, still hoping to make a connection. “What do you miss most about it?”

Benthomaar again looked up, a smile sneaking onto his face as he pondered. “It’s going to sound terribly obvious.”

“Shoot,” Vania shrugged. 

He drew in a breath, still a bit hesitant. “Everything here is so much… drier.”

Vania chuckled. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”

“I mean it!” he insisted. “Even just the air, when you’re used to high humidity, is so noticeable! And it’s all around you, all the time.”

“Well, maybe we should bring up a humidifier for you!” Vania giggled.

“Really?” he asked.

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” 

“That would be nice,” he sighed, quickly jolting back up. “Not that you haven’t been plenty accommodating already, I mean this room is fantastic.”

“Oh, it’s definitely the best of the guest rooms,” Vania agreed. “Have you seen the view out of your balcony?!” Vania jumped up excitedly.

“Just out the window from here-” Benthomaar muttered. 

Vania picked up the plate of cookies, already headed for the doors. “You’ve gotta see it!” Her feet had already taken her halfway across the room before Benthomaar had found the ability to stand.

She threw open the doors to the cooled air of the night, placing the cookies down on the small dining set which lived on the balcony.

“It really is the best view in the castle!” she boasted. “Of course, you can see everything a little better by day, but right below us are the palace gardens, and a little further out you can see the east tower-”

She continued as Benthomaar took his first steps outside, his eyes instantly drawn upwards.

“Of course, you can see the palace gates, and the guard houses.” She leaned over the balcony, craning her neck to stretch her sightline along the castle’s wall. “And if you lean far enough out, you can even see my room!” She smiled, finally turning back to see her guest.

Benthomaar had also made it to the railing, his weight comfortably resting upon it as his gaze still sat firmly above, his expression in awe. Vania felt a bit foolish at her ramblings now. He had already found the best feature of the view.

“There’s so many of them,” he marveled, his voice almost a whisper.

She smiled at his wonder, joining him as her eyes too turned upward. “When I was little, I thought that once I got my wings, I’d be able to fly up to the stars, and catch one in between my hands like a firefly.”

“Firefly?” Benthomaar asked, eyes still stuck on the vast expanse above him.

“Have you never seen fireflies before?” Vania asked. 

“I can’t say I have.” Benthomaar shook his head.

“Well, I’ll have to show you sometime,” Vania decided.

“They seem so close from up here. They’re so much brighter,” Benthomaar sighed.

“I wouldn’t really know,” Vania shrugged. “I’ve never seen them from anywhere else.”

Benthomaar’s eyes finally strayed from the sky back to his companion. “I don’t know why you don’t just spend all your time out here.”

“I wish I could,” she giggled. “But you know, I’ve got stuff to do. Kingdom to run. Not much time for stargazing.” Her tone dropped in tone as she spoke, the weight of her responsibilities obviously sneaking into her mind.

“Is the new job hard on you?” Benthomaar asked. 

“Not as hard as it’s been on you,” Vania noted. “But it’s been a lot. The whole kingdom pretty much doubled in population, so just working out relocation and basic distribution of resources has been difficult. Not to mention trying to work around cultural differences and pre-existing social grudges.” Vania turned away from the railing, her image now facing the castle. “On top of that, a vital source of income for the kingdom is now a complete non-starter, meaning our economy is mostly shot, and trying to get any sort of outside revenue back is difficult, because our kingdom has historically been incredibly reclusive, so it’s not exactly like we have great connections to lean back on. And between the complete social upheaval and the broken economy I just… don’t know what I’m doing!” her eyes had fallen to the ground as the strain became more evident in her voice. “I was nowhere close to completing my training, I wasn’t supposed to be doing anything like this for years, let alone be thrown in at the deep end like this, and I just… I can’t do it! I’m not mentally capable! I’m not-” 

Vania sighed, her eyes finally returning to Benthomaar. 

“I’m not my dad, you know?” 

Vania pushed off from the railing, Benthomaar’s vision following her as she left for the table instead, quickly melting into one of the seats and staring at the cookie plate. 

Benthomaar was quiet for a moment, adjusting to the shift in the conversation.

“Have you…” he hesitated, unsure if it was wise to take the topic where his mind had gone. “Have you talked to him at all? After he was put away?”

He studied her as her body shrank inwards ever so slightly. 

“You don’t have to answer if it’s not-”

“No, it’s okay,” Vania interjected. “I, um…” her eyes glanced over at him. “I haven’t spoken with him at all since the incident.”

Benthomaar fully leaned back against the railing, pondering her answer. “You know, I’ve been thinking about all the things I would want to tell my brother, if he had made it through the battle.” His eyes wandered as he thought, caught again in the middle distance they had been stuck in through most of the day. “All the things I’d want to confront him with, prove to him, scream at him. All these words that I have caught up in my head that don’t have anywhere to go anymore.” His eyes finally stabilized on Vania again. “But if he were still here, and I were given the chance to talk to him… I don’t know if I could actually do it.”

Vania sat up a bit, her eyes now lost. “You know, I’ve thought about it,” she admitted. “I’ve thought about it a lot. I was trapped with that man my whole life. He was putting on a facade for me my entire life. Everything that I thought was love and affection was this twisted other thing. He was the most important person in my entire world, and he was never really there. And that does things to you when you realize. And you keep on making realizations, for weeks, months afterwards, how thoroughly every piece of what you thought was your life is a lie, and you’re forced to just sit there and watch as it all disintegrates. It breaks you.”

The two now faced each other, their eyes locked. “I have so much I want to say to him. But when someone’s in your head that deeply, when someone’s been able to hurt you that much, the idea of opening up that line of communication again, even one way, is… terrifying.” Her voice shrunk as she continued. “Because even just admitting to them that you’re still thinking about them, in any capacity, it lets them back inside your head.”

The air between them sat unmovable as the tension reached its peak. “My father adopted me after I was abandoned by my birth parents,” Benthomaar started. “He was the only one who really ever cared for me, and he died in my arms. Kalmaar knew me best of anyone else, and he’s gone, and now even my own people don’t want me.” Vania could see a gloss begin to envelop his eyes. “I’ve never felt so completely alone in my whole life. So, to cut ties with anyone at this point… seems like such an impossible idea to me.”

His eyes had wandered to the ground by now, but Vania’s impulses took her upward. “You’ve got me.” She stood, rather suddenly.

Benthomaar’s eyes glanced up, a bit confused. “What?”

Vania reached back to the table, picking up a cookie as she strode forward.

“You’ve got me.” She held out the cookie to her puzzled companion now just inches from her, his hand, hesitantly moving forward to accept it. “Maybe I don’t know you very well yet, but I certainly know what you’re going through. I’ve lost and been betrayed by people I love. I’ve been saddled with an insane amount of royal responsibility at very short notice. I’ve been through a life altering piece of trauma before being thrust into an unreasonable amount of stress.” His hand had taken the cookie, but his mind was so fixed on her sudden burst of confidence that its presence was now an afterthought. “And I know it’s tough, but I’ve been through the first bit of this, and I’m here for you. And for the rest of it, we can figure it out together, which is a whole heck of a lot better than trying to figure it out alone. So, please don’t think that you’re alone, because I won’t let another person go through what I’m going through by themselves if I can help it.”

Benthommar stared at her with a gaze he hadn’t felt leave his eyes in a while. It seemed impossible to look away from the woman who had so quickly come to defend him from his own downward spiral. There was a pure sense of hope that filled him for the first time in days now. Vania shrunk back in a moment of realization. “If you want me. I don’t mean to be imposing, you don’t really know me.” She shook her head, her arms crossing over her chest.

“No,” Benthomaar stopped her. “I feel like I do,” he pressed. “Well enough anyway.”

His gaze softened her demeanor, a soft smile gracing her lips. “Well, I’m glad I could earn your trust so quickly.”

“For the record, I think Shintaro is very lucky to have a leader as charming, kind, confident,” Benthomaar found the list of adjectives coming to him quicker than he could speak them. “brave, welcoming, honest, thoughtful, and beautiful as you.” Their eyes remained connected, trapped together in a trance which seemed unbreakable. A slight blush crept onto Vania’s cheeks accompanied by a feeling she had never quite felt before.

Benthomaar was snapped out of the daze as he realized what exactly he had just said. 

“And such a wonderful baker!” he added, lifting the cookie still in his hand. He quickly took a bite, attempting to mask his nerves. 

The chill of the night air filled the space between them as the two darted their eyes away from one another.

“Right!” Vania chuckled. “I do a lot of baking when I’m stressed, so I’ve gotten a lot of practice lately.”

“Anyway, I should probably let you get some rest,” Vania started. “It’s getting late, and I’m sure you’re probably exhausted.” 

“Yes, of course,” Benthomaar sighed. 

“But…” Vania’s eyes again found contact with Benthomaar’s. “Maybe I’ll see you for breakfast?”

“I’d like that.” He nodded slowly, his voice soft and gentle. 

Their eyes remained connected a moment longer before Vania began to turn. “Well, goodnight. Sleep well.”

“You too,” Benthomaar returned as she approached the balcony doorway. “And,” he blurted out, his impulses stepping him forward.

She turned around in the door frame eager to hear him, her hands latching onto the divider in the middle. “Yes?”

Benthomaar’s lips parted, still a bit hesitant. “Thank you… for everything. It feels really good to smile again.”

Vania could sense the longing within his words, and feel her heart reach out in equal measure. “Of course.”

There was an unspoken pulse of understanding passed between them before Vania slowly turned, making her way out. Benthomaar’s eyes trailed her exit for a moment before he once more faced the balcony, his gaze turning upward. His mind was caught in a fog of feeling which he wasn’t eager to leave. There was a unique air of enchantment around him that he could only attribute to her. As his eyes danced across the stars, he found himself with a new impulse, imagining what it might be like to cup one in his hands, to hold that great a light so close to him. He smiled, his mind now wildly curious. 

“...Fireflies.”

[chuxchux]

Yo yo yo guess who decided to get into jjba and write for it??

This is my first time writing for jjba so maybe it’s going to be weird ig and I haven’t written in this account for a long long time! So yeah… sorry.

Pair: dio x reader (romantically) and giorno x reader (platonically)

Warnings!: dio in general ig 💀, marriage, having kids not biologically, lightly touched of the mention of wanting to have sex, no nsfw (don’t worry), cursing maybe, ooc?, kids…, fem!reader, modern au, not proofread, prob spelling errors and giornos half siblings do not exist.

How long?: 850 words 😊

You didn’t really know that the man you were going out with named dio had a kid until he brought his child to your second date.

You were quite surprised to see the man that you were going to have a second date brought a kid. He didn’t even say anything about it in the first date and while talking online. You thought it was going to be chaos but it actually wasn’t. The only thing that happened was that the little baby who was a 1 year old made grabbing movements facing you all the times. And also little giggles.

You asked were the mother was if he didn’t mind. He just gave you a little smile and continued eating his plate. Silently. Just who really was this British man you were getting to know? With that question which didn’t really have much of an answer, you didn’t really think much of it.

In the next date he took you to his house that day after dinner. The little 1 year old that was in the last that named giorno wasn’t in this date. You were quite surprised that he didn’t appear. Wait, why were you even surprised in the first place? Anyways…

The man took you to his house which was quite a big house. You expected it a bit by his looks. He looked quite expensive. When you were welcomed in the house you were instantly met by a tiny hug on the leg. Only to be known as giorno. You let out a tiny giggle and picked him up from your leg. You held him on your arm and supported him with the other one. You couldn’t help but smile when his chubby hands touched your face and squished your cheeks.

The little 1 year old was letting out so many giggles as he squished your cheeks. You had a feeling that little giorno was liking you a lot.

“Oh my, I’ve never expected you to bond so much with my little giorno…” he chuckled.

You gasped at the sudden voice and looked instantly behind you. The man you were going on dated with had a smirk on his face while drinking wine. Some expensive wine and for some reason it smelled expensive.

“It’s alright sweetheart. No need to panic I don’t bite.” his smirked turned wider by the last words that came out of his mouths. The only thing you could do is nod slowly, try to ignore the weird fangs that the man you were getting to know had, with now a giorno sucking and slobbering the cheek on your face.

And the rest of the day was wonderful. You just spended the time with dio and giving all your love to giorno. And that’s how it went. Days to days on dates. Weeks to weeks as partners and months to months as almost fully married partners. And then years to years being as husband and wife.

Giorno was currently four years old and he has a bad habit that annoys dio every night. He thought it was cute at first but then it became annoying.

You were Dio’s wife for 3 years currently and that is also concluded to being giornos step mom for 3 years. So of course you have gotten really close to giorno.

Let me explain the little habit…

It was now night and you were already in bed from an exhausting day. You luckily were able to sleep until midnight. Dio wanted to have a nice passionate night with you today but he didn’t want to do it early since you were pretty tired. He stayed awake all of the time while you were sleeping. Waiting until he thought you had enough rest.

Just about it was midnight he was going to wake you up until he heard the bedroom door creak open. He sighed already knowing what it was.

It was giorno. The little 4 year old had a bad habit of coming in at midnight and sleeping in your bedroom with dio. He had a fear of sleeping alone and a fear of the dark. So as comfort he would come sleep in the bedroom where you and your husband slept at.

Giorno, tugged your arm gently. Trying to get you awake the most less annoying way as possible. “Mama, mama, wake up please…” he whined and then kept shaking you until you were awake.

You groaned already knowing what it was. “Yes sweetheart?” You said softly. Not having the motivation and neither the energy to speak in your normal volume.

“Can I sleep with you?” He grinned. And just about when dio was going to tell giorno to go back to his room you cut him off before letting him even speak. He was just left with a mouth open since he was going to mouth his words.

“Sure sweetheart, come to the bed…” you sighed tiredly and dio just grumbled, while giorno was climbing on the bed without hesitation and a big grin on his face.

The four year old said goodnight to both of you and dio just let out another grumble.

Another day being interrupted... again.

[nikosama13]

"Finish what you started." (Ace x Reader)

Description: You're the most precious member of the Whitebeard Pirates. The beloved biological daughter of the captain, Whitebeard. Everyone in the crew loves you like their own sister, except for one person. Now it's his job to finish what he had started.

Side Notes: Hey loves! Welcome back to my little corner of the internet. I hope you all enjoy this fic and have a wonderful day! (Probably spelling errors + requests should be open)

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It's a peaceful day on the ship sailing across the ocean. You close your eyes as you enjoy the fresh wind through your hair. You're the most precious member of the Whitebeard Pirates and the beloved biological daughter of the captain, Whitebeard. Everyone in the crew loves you like their own sister, except for one person..

“Hey, stupid! Don't just stand there like that!”

Ace, the second commander, the one who always bickers over every little thing with you, everyday like a dog and cat.

“What do you want now Ace..?”

Ace's eyes narrow as he walks closer to you, a smirk appears on his face. The wind blows away his long, black hair, exposing his deep eyes and sharp features. He scowled a bit as the wind blew on him. He crossed his arms and raised his voice.

“What do you mean what do I want? Can't I speak to you as much as I want?”

He had snapped a little and the tone of his voice came out rougher than usual, as he tried to hide his face with the brim of his hat. His eyes still looked at you though..

“Do and say as you please, I'm just trying to enjoy a peaceful day.”

Ace looked away, his face still looking annoyed but you can sense the hidden blush on his face. He chuckled, seemingly annoyed.

“Ah…You are always so carefree like that. Not very bright, aren't you?”

“Well you're not much brighter than me either.”

Ace scowled.

“Shut up…” He mumbled and looked away, trying to hide his blush. A moment later, he sighed and shook his head.

He looked back at you.

“You're acting dumb again.” you said smiling.

Ace rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Don't insult me like that…”

Once again his eyes narrowed, the wind blew at him, he crossed his arms, as his ears twitched.

“Or else what?”

“Oh please. That was so pathetic of a comeback. You and I both know I'm brighter, smarter, and even better than you in every way.”

He smirked, challenging you.

“Prove it then.” you spoke, glaring at him.

“Prove it?” Ace laughed.

"How do I 'prove it'?"

“Since you're so bright you should figure it out.”

Ace blinked. “Hmph. What a stupid answer from a stupid girl.”

“How about you shut up and leave.'' He was pushing you to your limit.

“Ahh! Typical girl answer, always running away after getting proven wrong. I really can't believe you're Whitebeard's daughter, you're disappointing compared to me!”

Ace crossed his arms and turned his back away from you, still fuming and still not being able to hide the little blush on his cheeks.

“But at the end of the day, you're the one blushing.” you said, surely this was going to throw him off.

Oh, and damn right it did.

“Shut up! S-Shut up! You…You..”

Ace mumbled but still was turned away from you, but his blush grew brighter at this point. Noticing your smirk at the corner of your lips and realizing that nothing he said can make you shut up.

“Yeah, yeah whatever..” That smirk is making Ace annoyed, but he couldn't deny that he's enjoying you teasing him like this. Ace scowls, and then his mood suddenly became playful.

“Hey…”

“What now?” you said unamused.

He smirked as he approached you, his eyes still cold but something else was hiding underneath from him.

“What happens if I…”

He leaned closer to you and grabbed the corners of your collar, pulling you into him. Ace chuckled, his cold eyes turned to a playful look as his nose almost touched yours.

“W-what you are doing idiot..?!”

Ace chuckled as he let out a small grin, but deep down, he couldn't stop his heart from beating so fast.

“I…I'm not doing anything~”

Ace's eyes still seemed playful.

Ace smirked as he pulled you even closer to him. He was clearly trying to make you angry, and at this point, he doesn't care what the crew would see and think about him if they saw this. Ace tilted his head slightly, making sure his eyes can meet yours when his lips are just about to touch yours.

He stopped. His lips only inches away from yours. He stared at you with the corners of his mouth curling up, wanting to give you a kiss.

But then he pulled back and let go of your collar, looking away as his face turned a bright red. He covered his face with his hat and groaned, trying to disguise the blush that's clearly obvious on his face.

“Why'd you stop..?” you giggled.

Ace mumbled something under his breath that you couldn't understand. He didn't dare to turn his face to you. This feeling, this feeling of wanting to give you a kiss while blushing heavily, is something new to him. He never thought about these kinds of feelings and thoughts ever before, not until you came and changed everything about him…

“Ace..?”

He stays silent for a while….his breaths came out heavier than before. Finally, Ace turned his head to you, his face still red as a tomato, but the blush slowly disappeared from his cheek.

“…Y-Yeah…?”

“Finish what you started..”

Ace gulped, as a chill went down his spine from the way you said it. He stayed silent, and moved his head slowly closer to you. His lips curled up and he placed it on your lips gently. His lips were soft and gentle as he held your head on the back. Ace's lips moved slowly, and kissed you passionately.

The kiss went on for a long time. Ace held you close and his lips didn't stop moving until he broke the kiss. Ace pulled away, breathless, and his face was red, blushing more than before. You could feel the heat coming out from his skin as he kept staring at you, silently wanting to say something.

“Uhm so..”

Ace was speechless, not knowing what to say. So he just kept staring at you with his blushing face, his breath seemed heavier than before, and he kept biting the skin inside his mouth. All while he kept his hat covering his eyes. He's speechless for once, which is something unusual for him.

Ace gulped and kept staring at you. His heart pounded like crazy. Never has he ever in his life thought he would have feelings for you, yet here he is now, blushing and speechless all because of one single kiss. Ace swallowed and cleared his throat. He didn't know what to say, what to do, what to think and feel. Ace stayed silent but all he knew is that…he wants more of this.

~~~

The End~

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[27emailsicantsend]

In season 4, Ricky comes over to Gina’s house. He has a key so he can come in whenever. He sees her washing the dishes with ferocity.

“Hey Gi, I was wondering-“ Ricky starts.

“Not now,” Gina cuts him off angrily, still scrubbing.

“… is everything ok?” Ricky responds.

“I said, not now,” Gina snaps again.

Gina’s phone lights up- it’s her mom calling. Ricky notices Gina look at the phone and scrub harder. Something happened between those two.

He walks over to Gina and gently pulls back on her shoulder, pulling her away from the dishes. He uses both hands to guide her shoulders until she is facing him. Holding tight, he notices she’s been crying.

Ricky pulls one hand off her shoulder and wipes a tear away with his thumb.

“She’s leaving again. I can’t keep doing this,” Gina admits.

Ricky wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her in tight. Gina puts her face in her hands, resting it on Ricky’s shoulder. He gives her a small kiss on her head to comfort her.

Ricky holds Gina until she’s done crying.

And even a little bit after.

[novankenn]

One and DONE?

Cinder and her team were walking the halls of Beacon when Jaune Arc and Pyrrha Nikos suddenly appeared before them.

Jaune: I know you're evil doers! (Points at Mercury) I Challenge!

Cinder / Emerald / Pyrrha: Huh?

Mercury : (Points back at Jaune) I Accept!

Cinder / Emerald / Pyrrha: HUH?

Jaune / Mercury : Karate Championship! One and Done! I ACCEPT!

Cinder / Emerald / Pyrrha: WHAT?

Mercury and Jaune close slap hands and suddenly everything changed. Cinder, Emerald and Pyrrha found themselves sitting in stands with other Beacon students. ON the floor before them Jaune in a white GI and Mercury in a red Gi. Behind an announcer desl sat Nora and Ren. Velvet sat behind a camera and Cardin stood between Jaune and Mercury holding two flags.

Cardin: BEGIN!

Cinder / Emerald / Pyrrha: WHAT THE F...?

[cranberrytea451]

@fluffychubbydragon

Okay, so this one is dark. I think I've mentioned before that I usually write horror/drama, I tried to scale back on it for this because idk how id feel about dropping the stuff I usually write on my undertale sans Tumblr.

So ⚠️ warning for abuse, suffocation, implied suicidal thoughts... you know... bad stuff. it's Nightmare sans what do you want from me?

Also, Nightmare's voice sounds like Pinhead, cause I said so.

You'd been having nightmares. Not that it wasn't expected, your waking life was a nightmare of itself. Perhaps even more frightening than the apparitions haunting your sleeping mind.

You applied ice to the diarrhea colored bruise smoothed over your jaw. Hacking out the blood filling in your mouth and counting your teeth with a bitten tongue.

The bathroom mirror reflected your face. It would even make a demon wince in pity.

Your empty stomach churned, you'd vomit if you had anything in it.

The evidence of your uneasy sleep was marked clearly under your eyes, with the skin bunched up like a caterpillar squirming to burst from its cocoon.

The interview you had tomorrow was a bust when you walked in looking like this. You needed that job. You couldn't escape without it. You had no money, no friends, and no family left that would take you in. All you had was–

"Here."

Your significant other dabbed red spit glistening from your chin.

Anger swelled up inside you, begging to pop like a zit gored with pus. Instinctively, you wanted to wrap your hand around their neck; rationally, you knew they beat you to the punch.

You had cared for them once. In the beginning, perhaps, when you were dumb and them dumber. Believing you could fix someone who decided to be broken. While you had brought no tools to fix them, they had brought plenty to dismantle you.

It wasn't awful all the time, that was the worst part, because in the moments when they made you dinner, played your favorite song, swept you off your feet in an inharmonious dance, you pretended you ever were in love.

These moments, hazy as dreams, never lasted.

One misstep, and wham.

Ice pack to the face, busted lip, aching ribs.

No wonder your nightmares were clearer than your waking life.

You managed not to flinch as they applied Neosporin to your cut lip.

"I'm tired," you spoke against the grain of your throat.

Your significant other let out a mirthless laugh, and you resisted the urge to gouge out their tongue. "I guess dinner is canceled tonight?"

You don't remember if you responded. 

Everything was black. Your limbs were heavy like you were treading water, and your mouth was dry like you had swallowed an ocean wave.

Oh. This nightmare again.

There was a comforting nature to the numb nothingness.

The pressure crushing your body was more akin to a weighted blanket than a boulder flattening your lungs to paper. You could almost pretend you were dead.

You cried. The tears tasted like razor blades.

Something cold and slimy, the consistency of a slug, wiped the tears dribbling from your eyelashes.

"What a vile thing tears are. A waste of woes."

The voice ventilated out of the darkness.

No. It was the darkness.

An eye glowing a sickly turquoise bloomed before you. If you had the strength, a gasp would have left your heavy lungs.

It spoke again, deep and monotone.  "Do I not frighten you?"

"Maybe if I knew what you were," you wheezed.

A horrible sound, like metal scrapping against concrete, ricocheted in your ears. Was that the creature's laugh?

A skeletal face emerged from the blackness. Tar dripped from where the other socket should be if it were a human skull.

"Most souls," it spoke the word with a deep disgust, "are petrified of the unknown."

"This is a dream you can't hurt me."

"Don't be foolish," another slimy mass circled around your neck, "I am not a dream."

A chill trickled down your spine as two hands materialized and cradled your face. "I am a nightmare. And I am starving for your hell."

Its unnatural grin grew and stretched like a Cheshire cat.

The cold appendages stroked your face, absorbing the snot and tears surfing down. 

Despite the obvious threat, you leaned into the touch. It had been long since someone held you with any tenderness, even if said tenderness was a facade.

"Strange." The living rope around your neck tightened a fraction. "Where is your fear?"

You were now only half aware of the creature. Your brain imposing the visage of your significant other before you. Fuck them. Fuck this dream. Fuck this nightmare. This thing said it was hungry? What hell could it possible bring upon you which reality hadn't?

A small laugh bubbled up.

The words were plucked and picked from your brain like road kill, "I guess dinner is canceled tonight."

The creature seemed to freeze. Everywhere it touched was so cold it burned. It felt good against the bruise on your jaw.

"Ah."

The tentacles(?) slithered off of your neck.

"Hate." The skeleton creature slowly tucked your hair behind your ear. "You viper, I do wonder, will you strike them in their slumber?"

A sticky, boney finger forced your face toward its own. "Or do you crave a more intimate agony?"

Its eye glowed brighter, and tar sludged down its other socket like sewer water.

"I- uh… what?" Your brain really did conjure up the weirdest things when you dreamed.

The smile on its face fell slightly. "I don't like repeating myself."

An eerie silence followed. 

The creature was still. It watched you for an eternity, cataloging every irritated twitch of your body.

"So exquisitely empty."

The voice whispered like a lover in your ear. "Don't have such a limited imagination. There are far more excruciating ways to extinguish a soul than strangulation."

 You woke up.

[kithtaehyung]

Reading OG 3tan and knowing just how far they’ve both come… phew, girl. They’ve grown so much 😭

RIGHT?? It’s actually so surreal to come back to the very beginning.. Like, both us and the two of them had no clue where they would end up when reading the first time. How much they would go through, where they would end up.. Honestly it’s huge to think about🥹 Three Tangerines was only the beginning, and even I didn’t expect that😭🍊

[thatsacriticaldump]

There’s no shadowgast kiss in the Crit Recap animated because there’s been no canon kiss yet!

But with help from viewers like you

[littlelightfish]

Funny things I found out playing with language setting in Netflix while looking episode 15:

Chilchuck's scream sounds HAUNTED in brazilian portuguese. Give it a try if you can.

In spanish dub, Senshi says: "tocó mis senos de hombre", which means "he touched my man boobs" in Spanish. And I think that's the best dub line one so far.