#so what do i do??? i shimmy into the space that is JUST large enough that i can fit my shoulders into it but i have to lay on my side and

[mkscatgirl]

I've just had such an awful fucking time

[vampyrsm]

Oh god Alex the amount of restraint best friend!Yuuji is going to need when your hips inevitably start bucking up and chasing his hand in your sleep…

Yuuji’s touches have sent you into a wet dream (about him? Maybe. He would sure like to think so) and damn I mean… what kind of a friend would have be if he didn’t help you out? He’s certainly not the kind of guy to start something and leave it unfinished.

And I mean, maybe he just wants to see what your pretty face looks like when you cum. What you don’t know can’t hurt you :3

mdni; female reader, somno, dubcon/noncon, yuuji just wants to feel you cum on his fingers. 1.2k. not beta reader. divider by @///cafekitsune

Yuuji knows he shouldn’t be doing this, it’s a massive breach in your trust in him. But surely, you knew what you were doing crawling into bed with him wearing only a baggy t-shirt (which was his) and a pair of panties that did nothing to hide what was waiting beneath. It was hard enough to just keep his hands to himself when you were getting comfortable, but now you were asleep and you’re pressed so closely to him that he can feel the heat between your thighs.

His cock had been hard for a while, aching against the band of his boxers—the only thing he wore to bed, given that he ran hot anyway and adding another body to the bed would just make matters worse. Not that any of that mattered when he was sweating at what he was currently doing. You see, Yuuji Itadori has quite a good amount of self-control, he can keep his hands to himself like a good boy but it was far too tempting when you shimmied your butt close enough that you grazed against his thigh. He could feel everything. 

It started with just his fingers, delicately tracing lines along your pussy to just feel the warmth of it, how squishy it was beneath the pad of his fingers through your cotton panties. He had to stop himself from outwardly groaning when he found your clit through the material, and rubbed it just the right way to have you backing up against him to chase the feeling. 

You were soaking by now, he could feel the glide of it beneath the tips of his fingers and his cock twitched again when he thought about sinking the fat head of it between your pussy lips. 

With a glance over your shoulder, he can still see you’re fast asleep albeit in a much different dream with the way you huff out a breath and scrunch your eyebrows together. Fuck, he can’t help but wonder how he can make that little expression of yours change into pure euphoric pleasure. 

Yuuji’s extra gentle in moving your panties to the side, giving him just enough space to press his fingers against your bare pussy. His hips buck automatically at how wet and warm it is, and he takes the briefest of moments to part from your pussy to tug down his own boxers to give himself a little bit of relief. 

The tip of his cock is sticky, drooling pre as it lays flat against your back when Yuuji scoots himself close enough to make sure he didn’t jostle you too much for what’s to come. His fingers slip back down to your cunt, large fingers spreading your drooling lips apart to crudely swipe his fingers through it before reaching the tight entrance of your pussy. 

Now, this should be the point where Yuuji should stop. But it’s not the first time you’ve messed around with each other, after all, he lost his blowjob virginity to you all those years ago. It never made your friendship weird or strange, it just felt natural… and since then, there had been numerous times where you both had ended up kissing with a little too much saliva or getting a little too handsy in a club. 

So Yuuji doesn’t feel like he has to stop, not when he knows what’s to come. 

One thick finger sinks in easily, all the way down to his knuckle and that’s when Yuuji has to bury his face into the back of your head—quietly—to breathe out a moan at just how hot it is inside. His finger draws back just enough to allow him to press in another finger slowly, gently, until he’s two fingers deep inside the tightest pussy he’s ever gotten to feel. 

His cock leaks heavily against your back, he just hopes you don’t mind the mess. Yuuji, again being careful, slowly starts to draw his fingers back before stroking them forward again to coax out more of your wetness to aid him in getting you to cum before you wake up. The tips of his fingers graze along your velveteen walls, how they squeeze and throb around him as if you were aware of what was going on. 

Maybe you did, on some level, as you rut your hips back every now and again with his thrusts. Your mouth is open just enough now for him to hear your breathing is a little more rapid, and how there’s the slightest whine in your throat when he curls those thick fingers to press against your walls. 

Yuuji can’t help but curl his body more around yours, pressing you into his chest so he can fuck you deeper with his fingers; imagining that it’s his cock that’s making your eyebrows pinch together. Fuck—would you let him fuck you? After all this? He really hopes you would. He needs to feel you around his cock, needs to hear you whimper when you have to take every last inch even if it feels like it’s too much. 

His fingers spread just slightly deep inside, the wet sound of your pussy growing loud enough that he’s actually a little concerned you’ll wake up before he gets you to cum. So he shifts his hand just slightly, seeking out the spot he knows to find and when he does, your entire body tenses quick enough to cause Yuuji to freeze. 

He watches over your shoulder carefully to see if your eyes flutter open, but they never do—thank fuck you’re a heavy sleeper. He rubs the tip of his fingers against your g-spot again before repeatedly curling his fingers against it, your body moves against his own, your stomach tensing up harshly and your thighs clamping down together in an attempt to relieve you of the building pressure. 

Yuuji moans against your hair again when you buck your hips back, the slightest arch in your back that gives him the perfect view when he glances down to see your bare ass with his cock resting against it. He continues to fuck you with his fingers until you finally cum, your eyebrows raise and you actually moan in your sleep, and fuck if it isn’t the best sound Yuuji has ever heard. 

He’ll blame what happens next on the lust-driven haze he’s in—but Yuuji carefully withdraws his fingers from your still twitching pussy to stroke his cock quickly, not enough to jerk you awake but enough to have his toes curling and thigh muscles tensing. 

With a bit of luck and angling, he presses his cock down until it’s against your pussy lips—and then he cums. In thick warm spurts, he cums all over your puffy pussy and watches as it mixes so beautifully with the thick slick that drools from your cunt. His lip is raw from biting down on it to stop himself from moaning like a whore at the forbidden release against your pussy. 

He knows there’ll be questions in the morning, but Yuuji doesn’t care when he’s seen how beautiful you look when you cum. Maybe he can distract you from what happened by showing you how well he can fuck you when you’re awake… so for now, he untucks your panties from the side and places it over your cum covered pussy to watch it stain and outline the pussy he’ll beg to be buried within come morning.

[writingoddess1125]

The old men of One Piece finding out they have a child with you. Final Part

Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk X FemReader

Healthy mix of Angst and Fluff.

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Author Note at End!-

Buggy

Dee woke up first, feeling the scratching of wood on his face. Sitting up quickly he saw they were in a cell- more accurately the brig of a ship. Sitting up quickly he felt his head throbbing in discomfort, he saw Bee also knocked out and shook him hard.

"Get up-" He hissed, smacking Bee across the cheek which snapped him away.

"What the h-" Dee slammed his hand against his brothers lips quickly. Bee noticing were they were and rubbing the side of his head. Dee carefully removing his hand-

"We have to be quiet..."

"Do you remeber what happened?" Bee questioned, Dee shaking his head. It was all too fuzzy for him to remeber.

"Doesnt matter.. we just gotta get out of here" Bee nodded at this and both kids stood up, Dee deciding to climb to the top of the cell greatful he had been in the crowsnest for a while and learned how to climb the mast.

"Hey this ship is old enough, I think if we push in this plank will pop up and we can try and shimmy our way up"

Bee followed his twins lead and climbed up next to him- Both beginning to push on the plank and pry it from its position. Dee greatful they were both skinny kids slipped his way through the open planking the dim space before pulling Bee up behind him. Once in they looked around.

They stared in awe- realizing this is must have been were they were stashing the treasure- it was small just big enough for the twins to stand with an inch of head space above them.

Bee grabbed some gold coins and shoved them into his pocket with a greedy smile. However Dee eyes went to a series of 3 boxes nearly stuck in a corner, kneeling down as he grabbed one and cracked it open seeing some odd looking fruit.

"Did you find food?" Bee said appearing like the Imp he was and peering down at it- it was boxes of fruit. Both boys groaned at the sight, You forced them to eat fruit most the time since they didn't really have a taste for healthy. Bee picked up the first one he saw and held it with one hand and frowned-

"That's it? Just some old fruit? They don't even have chocolate?" He grumbled figuring better tasting stuff was more valuable.

"Just shut up and eat it- We don't know if we will get food again" Dee argued back, Grabbing one from the box as well. Insync the two took a bite of their respective fruits and shivered in disgust as they tasted it. Bee barely able to swallow the first bite and quickly chucked it at a wall-

"What the hell was that!?" He yelled, Dee chewing his own in disgust before his eyes widened as he covered his brothers mouth. But it was far too late. Heavy footsteps quickly marched above them and both boys hit as the secret hatch above them opened- they saw a large pale man frowning as he looked at his secret treasures, he had a big purple fur coat, a wide brim hat that matched, way too small of eyes that made him look squashed like a pug. As he looked around clearly keeping an eye on his treasure Dee unfortunately was not keeping an eye on Bee who had grabbed a gold Dagger from the collection of goods and stabbed the captians hand. The large man yelled and jumped back-

Just like with all things- It seemed improve was Bee's go to!

Like two little rabbits both boys rushed out of the hiding hole and rushed out the Captian's Quarters while the blinged out Captian yelled and yanked the knife from his hand.

Dee and Bee ran through the halls of the ship, This wasn't like their dad's so it was difficult to navigate. However as if luck was on their side they rushed to the Main Deck- there they saw the ship and crew-

It was like they got flash banged by glitter- All the crew mates were wearing sequence in some way while the ship looked like someone had dunked it in cheap glitter and rhinestones.

"Did we get kidnapped by literally the lamest pirates?-" Bee questioned as the crew looked at the twins in shock.

"The hostages are escaping!!!" A crewmate yelled as all hell broke loose, The boys scrambled and darted in different directions. Dodging and lacing through the grown men at best they could- the boys were quite literally running laps around these idiots and having them knock into each other-

"Enough!!" What was assumed was the first mate held a gun up and fired directly at Dee clearly not caring about keeping a hostage for ransom anymore.

Dee stood in shock as the bullet came right at him- Before silence. Bee stood there in shock as Dee slowly looked down, There sat the bullet perfectly stuck to his chest. Carefully he pulled it off him and dropped it to the ground. Shocked just as much as the Crew members.

"THEY MUST HAVE EATEN A DEVIL FRUIT! THROW THEM OVERBOARD!!"

The Crew yelled before the grown men all charged at the boys- Dee picking up an oar and ready to defend himself. Till the oar didn't come off his hands- he started to wave it around wildly to get it off, Hitting the men in the process of doing so.

"Sorry!!" He yelled as he tried to kick off the oar from his hands but it smacked a guy in his teeth and landed perfectly back in his grasp sticking once again. His feet sticking to the ground as he bent backwards as a guy jumped at him and jumped into the sea around them.

"I-Im sorry!-" Dee cried as he spun around and the oar stuck to him swung and smacked another pirate inbetween the legs.

The oar finally unsticking from his hands and falling to the floor with a unflattering thud.

He looked to hear cackling as he watched Bee have the damn time of his life- He bounced like a spring everywhere, going incredibly fast as he punched different crewmates with the force of the abilities.

It seemed everytime Bee swung a wave of force would come out of him sending men flying at kicks and punches. He laughed loudly at this and looked on at the destruction he was causing.

Once all the crew mates were knocked out the hard steps and laughter from the Lower Deck caught their attention. The massive Captian clapping in praise as he walked up to the Main Deck.

"The Tack Tack fruit and the Bam Bam Fruit- Fitting you two would stumble upon it! One makes you Just sticky enough that nothing on the outside can harm you just stick, while the Bam Bam fruit lets you double your natural abilties every time you hit it twice"

The Captian bellowed as he stared down at the two boys- Pulling off his coat with a laugh revealing the many gold chains on his body and heavy rings on his fingers.

"Behold a true devil fruit! The Bling Bling Fruit!" He yelled as he clapped his hands and his whole body turned into glittering gold before punching the ground hard shattering thay part of the deck, The boys jumped out of the way of the impact.

"Too bad it won't keep you from being crusted to death!!" He yelled as he began to jump and use himself as a human Canonball- The boys barely dodging the attacks, the few times Bee tried to make a hit the mental just hurt his hands and made him jump away.

The Blinged out Captian continue to terrorize the boys, as well as landing blows on them that they barely were able to escape.

The Captian laughed loudly as the two boys were just trying a means to escape at this point, The older man hitting Dee who flung overboard barely able to stick to the side of the ship to keep from hitting the water.

"DANNY!" Bee called out as he rushed to pull his brother up. As he did so he saw the Captian power up and jump ready to crush to two under his weight.

"BLING BLING CRUSSH- OOF!-" He cried out as a Special Muggy Ball suddently smacked into his back exploding and propelled him into the ocean past the two kids. Both boys frozen as they saw The Big Top ship came into View, Buggy at the front as massive hooks came to the side of the blinged out ship and pulled it close.

"DAD!!!" Both boys cried out, Buggy and You rushing from the Big Top to the smaller pirate ship quickly and towards the twins. Buggy using his Chop Chop abilities to grab both twins from so close to the rails and pull them close.

"Oh thank Heavens you're alright!!" You cried out as you kissed their faces, tears rushing down your cheeks as you held them both close.

"How did you find us?" Bee fried out, As you smoothed your hand over his and Dee's face.

"You don't make your ship shiny cause you turn into a sailing Lighthouse thay anyone can track-" Buggy pointed out as he gestured to the glittery ship.

"Are you two hurt? Oh my goodness is that a busted lip!?" You cried as you looked at Dee's face.

"We are okay, we did most of the damage anyway! And the bullets didn't hurt me!"

"Yeah We were beating them all up too! And fought the whole crew with our awesome abilties!!" Bee yelled excitedly.

Buggy froze at this like a record scratch, staring at his sons with the most deadpan stare he could possibly muster as his eye twitched.

"Boys- Please elaborate on what the hell you mean by that?-" He asked as he put one of each hand on his shoulder and kneeled down to their eyelevel.

Bee grinned widely at this as he giggled excitedly, before snacking Dee and his hand sticking to his brothers face. Dee glared at this and yanked him off him aggressively before kicking his brother in the shin- making Bee cry out and hop on one leg, of course after that second jump he shot through the air.

Buggy giving his signature scream in shock before his hands flew out and grabbed Bee quickly before he flew into the ocean.

"YOU TWO ATE DEVIL FRUITS?!" He screamed out as he brought back bee carefully and proceeded to grill them on finding out how and why-

"Yeah the Tack Tack fruit and the Bam Bam fruit!!" Boy boys said in unison.

They ate a devil fruit- both ate a devil fruit... you turned away and felt your body stagger a bit as the words that Buggy was screaming in panic about to the twins was mumbled on you-

Both of them... Cursed to never swim... while you're out on sea... and both of them are pre-teen boys that don't listen...

You didn't remeber your face smashing into the main deck due to you fainting- However you sure as hell felt it when next thing you know Buggy is fanning your face and holding you in his lap in panic. Your boys standing around you as well and a few crewmates with a wet rag for you and a first aid kit.

"Buggy... please tell me your genes did not win and have not one...but both our twins eat a devil fruit"

You whimper out, Buggy wincing at your words a little and nodding that unfortunately it was true-

"Oh dear Gods..." You sigh- almost ready to faint again.

"Mommy I promise we won't cause any trouble" You heard Bee said, his voice softer then normal as he was clearly worried. Dee nodding in agreement as he too looked worried that you were mad at them.

"I know my loves- I... it's just very dangerous"

You say softly, Sitting up with the help of Biggy who rubs your back in comfort. Dee and Bee stand there nervous for a moment, before Dee whispers to his brother who grins and reach into his baggy pants pockets.

"Here Mommy! I have just the thing to show we will be okay- TAHA!" He yelled out as he pulled out two large handfuls of treasure.

Both you and Buggy's jaw drops at the sight. "Where did you get that!?" You yell and Dee smiles at this.

"On that ship we escaped" He said proudly, Buggy started in saying to bring it to the treasure room but the boys refused. Saying it was theirs and they would hide it in the best spot! Running from the both of you laughing as they plotted their treasure spot.

"I suppose a Pirates life is for them" You said with a tired chuckle, staring at the two as they ran away to the lower deck. Buggy helped you stand fully this time, not bothering to chase the kids for their nice lump of treasure.

"They will be amazing pirates for sure- and great men"

Feeling a arm around your waist, glancing up with a raised brow to see Buggy wide grin.

"You know, I haven't gotten that much time with the boys especially in those important younger years. I did miss so much and wish I got to experience those baby years as a Dad"

You slowly raised your brow as your eyes narrowed at the man who continued to grin with mischief in his eyes.

"What if we-"

You sent him a glare that made him smile nervously.

"Hell Fucking No-"

Shanks

It had been about 6 months since Shanks had returned into Vivians life. It had been slow going but getting there. The two had days were it was just them together and you could see that spark in Vivian's eye slowly coming back as her and Shanks hung out more-

Today was one of those days, Both having returned from a day out boating and having a picnic.

"Hey Mommy! We're home!" Vivian yelled put holding the empty picnic basket in her arms as Shanks smiled at you.

"Hey you two, How was today's boating adventure?" You ask, Smirking at the proud smile on Shanks face as Vivian began to mindlessly chatter about how much fun she had with Shanks. The man was clearly doing everything in his power to make it up to Vivian.

"I'm glad you two had fun"

As you speak this a wash off a odd feeling it you- You lean against the countertop, feeling lighthearted and dizzy. Assuming you had first thought you may have over worked yourself or not had enough water.

"(Y/N)?.." You hear Shanks call out to you as you felt odd. Closing your eyes as you staggered and fell being barely caught by a panic Shanks who called your name but the words warping before you feel unconscious.

When the doctor had arrived he had done every test imaginable and came out with grim results. An illness that couldn't be cursed and only be drawn out- he did everything he could in terms of medication however you all knew it was grim. Vivian took the news worse then anyone, insisting that you could improve if she did more. You and Shanks both having to slow her down and keep her from having a breakdown at that.

It had been a month since your diagnosis and you knew you were rapidly falling apart. Your legs being the first thing that went- you lips starting to get a sickly shade of blue and pain coursing through your form at all times. Vivian having decided to try and become a sort of care taker for you despite Shanks being there who helped you daily, she was desperate in wanting you to get better and it broke your heart to see-

"It's okay Mommy, you'll get better. Just takes time"

Laying in bed you watch Vivican fuss with your blankets talking about keeping you warm so you could get better. However you knew you wouldn't... your time was approaching and there wasn't anything to be done.

"Vi.. could you do me a favor and run to the market to get my favorite icecream?" You ask softly, watching her nod and run downstairs to do as you asked. Leaving you and Shanks alone, there was a few moments of silence before you sighed.

"Shanks... when I'm gone please take Vivian with you... she can't be alone" Shanks opened his mouth, most likely yo protest you dying but you held a hand up calmly.

"I know what will be happening to me... and in truth, I don't want to suffer either.. which is the second thing I need to ask of you-"

You saw his eyes water at this, bowing his head at the words. You knew you were asking too much of him- But he was the only one you trusted now and needed his help.

"What do you want done?..." He asked softly, his voice barely over a whisper.

"First... I want to have a nice dinner with all of you- And I want to tuck Vivian in... after she goes to bed.. me and you share one final drink together"

You say calmly, reaching over to grab the bottle of pain pills the doctor had given you. Holding the bottle out to him, his resolve cracking at this as tears rolled down his cheeks. Clutching the bottle hard and nodding.

"Okay... I can do that... And after?" He spoke between tears and trying to control his emotions. Tears running down your own cheeks at this point.

"Cremation.. and my ashes spread in the sea... the most beautiful place you can think of"

Shanks nodded at this tears running down his cheeks as he slipped the bottle into his jacket pocket for later.

When Vivian got back she was met with a surprising display, both her parents in the kitchen cooking. You seated on one of the chairs slowly and carefully cutting up ingredients while her father was stood adding it to different pots and mixing it with a spoon.

"Ah Vi, Thank you for the ice cream love. Wanna help us make dinner?"

Vivian smiled widely at this and nodded. It turned into a wonderful time together, the family making a wonderful curry dinner that was filled with laughter and nice stories- You and Shanks talking about your guys dating in the past, Vivian felt like she was in cloud nine. You were smiling and cheerful while Shanks was attentive and kind.

Once having your fill and eating the ice cream together Vivian watched you and Shanks together. After the family time Shanks carried you upstairs to Vivian's room were you read to her, kissing her forehead and tucking her in to the best of your abilities.

That evening once Vivian was put to bed Shanks laid you back in your own, careful in his task as he tucked you in with his hand and added several pillows to make you comforble.

Once laid out he grabbed two bottles of Rum. With shaking hands he added the crushed up pain pills in one and mixed it calmly before handing it to you.

Tears rolling down both of your guys cheeks as you both sat there together. Shanks leaned over and gently kisses your lips, sniffling as tears rushed down his cheek.

"I want to say I love you (Y/N)... and you have blessed me with not only your presence but our beautiful daughter.."

You smile at his kind words, returning the kiss and caressing his cheek.

"I love you too Shanks, you are a wonderful man who made me a Mother to a beautiful daughter.. I know you'll take wonderful care of her"

Holding your bottle up you both cheers and take the first sip of many, At this you two drink that night and for the final time.

When day rose, you were gone. Vivian had been woken up by the sound of the doctor talking, rushing out to see him and Shanks talking calmly his face red from crying. She rushed to him and peered into your room were a white sheet covered your form. Her eyes widening and her body running cold at the sight- She didn't even hear the words from Shanks as he laid a hand on her shoulder.

She stepped forward and he followed silently behind as she took a seat on the bed and touched the outline of your hand. Tears running down her cheeks as she looked on at your covered form, her hand hesitating in wanting to lift the shroud but stopped herself. Instead looking at Shanks who was silently crying while standing there.

"W-Was she in pain?" She asked, Shanks shook his head no at this. Vi nodded softly at this, before standing up from her seat and stepping towards Shanks and pressed her face against him- slowly her sobs began to fill the room as she wrapped her arms around his leg and cried. Shanks placing a hand on her head as he let her, she needed to cry.

The next few days had been a blur, Vivian had said her final goodbyes to you, crying by your side before the doctor took your body to he cremated. Shanks took control, he had organized the memorial, picked up the ashes to bring with him on his journey to sea and been with Vivian every step of the way. Vivian keeping the rights to the house and bakery when she wished to return, as well as packing up her room to be set onto his ship.

It was so much going on and all too quickly, yet it seemed like he was watching it in slow motion. Watching how Vivian looked out at sea or held the apron you always wore, it was hard for her yet she seemed to understand and accept it as well.

"Vivian.. are you ready?" Shanks called out, Stepping into her empty room as he crew took the last few boxes to his ship. She was standing there looking out the window holding your apron. Snapping from her thoughts she looked at him and nodded, folding the apron and putting it in her suitcase before following Shanks silently.

Once to the ship Vivian hesitated for a while, standing there as she watched the ship bustle to set sail as quickly as possible. She turned to look at the island, holding her suitcase still as the wind picked up through her red hair.

Vivian stood there, tears running down her cheeks as she looked out at what had once been her home with you.. her life that she knew with you was gone.

Feeling a hand on her back she looked up to see Shanks, looking as glum as her as he looked down at her. No words would be a comfort to her, they both knew that... but ironically they would only have each other from now on and the memories of you to keep them floating.

Mihawk

It was like clash of the titans in your home- Ever since you and Mihawk's tumble on the couch.

Mihawk and Alucare seemed to be constantly and silently fighting with each other. While they claimed it was training you were pretty sure Alucare taking a razor to the back of Mihawk's head was not apart of training or the need for Mihawk to quite literally toss his son to the other side of the island as punishment.

However it seemed in some way they were getting along- mainly when the two did real training in the orchard by your home. Since Alucare had a interest in blades Mihaek had taken up to training him- even procuring a curved sword he called a kilij to train him with. Alucare had taken up to this training well and had been getting better everyday. It had genuinely turned into a rather picturesque family envirment for the past few months much to your delight.

Today was just the same, Alucare and Mihawk up at dawn to train- Then silently fighting with each other, you cleaned up from breakfast and right on cue Mihawk walked in having let Alucare leave for school taking a seat at the dining room table.

You two shared a small conversation with each other as Mihawk unwined, you pausing however to take a break.

You rubbed your lower back in mild discomfort, you didn't notice Mihawk's gaze on you. How his eyes lingered on your form as you moved through the house.

"Dinner? Sure we can have dinner together next week, sounds like fun- Oh before I forget let me get you some tea-"

"Let me" You heard him say, and stand up quickly. Gesturing for you to take a seat quickly as he went to make the tea.

"It's okay Mih-"

"You're back hurts. It's more then acceptable to make my own tea and for you to rest.. You shouldn't work yourself so hard" Mihawk says calmly and surprises you by how he just took over the kitchen and sets down a cup of lavender tea, you raised a brow at this since he normally drank black.

"It's just mild back pain-" You pointed out, narrowing your eyes at him. Something was clearly up.

"Let's go to the doctors... if you are uncomfortable it's safer" He insisted as he took a seat and sipped his own tea ignoring your hard stares.

"...You know something don't you?-" You point out adding some honey to the lavender tea. But he stays quiet and continued to sip his tea.

At first you refuses to go to the doctors, hoping to prybit out of Mihawk what he was hiding- However the man just kept pestering you to go. It only took a few hours of his nagging for you to decide to go.

A few hours passing and Alucare returned, Clearly having decided to skip classes again to just return home. Walking in cautiously to see Mihawk in the kitchen and you nowhere to be found.

"Where is mom?" Alucare asked as he saw Mihawk quickly chopping vegetables-

"She will be returning shortly-" was all he said, but Alucare knew that tone. The old man was up to something.

The door slammed open and both men turned in surprise looking like two startled black cats with their fur raised- You were never one to flare your temper but oh boy did you look pissed. Holding a paper in your hand and glaring hard at Mihawk.

"You knew!!" You yelled pointing at him, Alucare stepping to the side out of the line of fire. Mihawk lowered the cooking knife and turned to look at you as you stomped forward.

"What did the doctor say?" He asked calmly, a almost playful tone on his face as you tossed the paper directly to his chest which he caught and began reading through carefully.

"You knew you got me pregnant again! You knew this whole damn time didn't you!!" You yelled, Alucare jaw dropping at the news and clearly now wanting to leave the room.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" He said calmly as he read through the paper, a smirk on his face as he read through it. You snatch the doctors paper from his hands that indicated you were in the early stages of pregnancy.

"You knew!- You ass!" You blush flustered as you hold the papers. Mihawk staring at you blankly and shrugging slightly like he didn't know what you were talking about- You placed your hand on your hips and narrowed your gaze.

"Damn it Mihawk we are both too old for a baby! Besides I can't fit a newborn in this house its-"

"Come move in with me" Mihawk said, this surprised you and Alucare together over how serious Mihawk seemed about this.

"I have missed the birth of one of my children already.. as well as you being forced to raise him on his own- I will not allow it a second time... I want both of you to move in with me" He explained, Gesturing to both of you with his hands. An air of silence followed.

"Mihawk- I couldn't just mooch off of you, I mean what would they think if just a random person moved into your home? I-I wou-" You were cut off again with a raised hand.

"You wouldnt be mooching off of me, you will be my wife and if anyone who dares come to my island has an issue with you as my wife they will learn quickly not to-"

Pause. Wife? Your eyebrows raised at hearing this, your cheeks feeling far too warm and chest fluttering.

Alucare looking slightly surprised by this as well.

"Wife? Since when have you married my mother?-" Alucare demanded as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I planned on asking next week, however things have changed with the arrival of your sibling. So I'm asking now" He said bluntly.

That's when it clicked, thay dinner that Mihawk had asked you to join him at- That ment he was most likely going to propose then to you and ask you anyway to be his wife-

You covered your mouth in shock at this revolution. Mihawk smiled calmly at this, as he stepped closer to you. Alucare scrunched his face up in disgust at being caught in this sort of emotional situation.

"...If you're still interested I'd prefer to ask now. The ring order won't be ready till tommorow however..." Mihawk admitted as he placed his hands on your hips. Tears welling up in your eyes and you nodded.

"Yes, I will marry you-" You whisper out, Hugging the man you were so close to castrating just moments ago. Mihawk returning the gesture calmly as his hand settled on your waist.

"We will be moved out by the end of this week, it will be a bit of a sail to my Island so I will make sure everything is safe for the journey" He stated calmly, Alucare looking ready to barf at this point.

"I get no say in this do I-" Alucare asked as he stared at both of you.

"No."

"No-"

And that was that.

It seemed Mihawk really did manage to do as said, by the weeks end he had purchased a larger ship since he didn't think the Hitsugibune sea craft he usually used would carry you all comforbly and keep you safe. So he purchased a larger sea vessel, hiring also some local men to pack up the house and load everything onto the ship- Since your house was tiny it didn't take long.

Mihawk hadn't let you lift a finger- when you offered to help move things or even to cook lunch to bring on the journey he had refused and took the task himself. Alucare had also been weirdly okay with this all, he hadn't made a lot of friends in school so he wasnt attached to that- He'd explored all of the island and neighboring islands as well so he didn't care about the area-

Just like Mihawk had said, by the end of the week the small family was ready to depart- everything had been packed, enough food for up to 6 people to last a year instead of 3 as well as every supply imaginable.

You held Mihawk's had as he escorted you on the ship- still helicopering you. One hand on your lower back as he lead you on board.

"Mihawk Dear I'm not made of glass" You giggle softly, seeing the rather focused look on his eyes as he made sure you were fine while on board.

"I'm aware, but I wish for your safety only Darling" He says softly, Making you blush deeply and turn away in surprise. Alucare followed behind and rolled his eyed at the flirting between his parents.

Alucare looked at the island he had called home for the last time, feeling the tug of the small ship as it pulled from the docks ready to set sail.

This was the start of a new life.. and while he would never say it- he was excited for whatever was to come.

Author Note:

WOW! This sure has been one hell of a journey! I'm so glad that all of you have enjoyed these stories and have given me the chance to write for so many of you! These series has gifted me my first 800+ followers to my page and I couldn't be happier!

As a way to celebrate and yelp organize these stories I have organized them and put them on AO3! That and with some extra stories to go with them! They are also separated into individual stories as well!

Twice as Difficult Buggy x Reader and Twins

Memories that Wait Shanks x Reader and Vivian

Copy and Paste Mihawk x Reader and Alucare

Thank you all again and I hope to see you all soon!

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[brandyllyn]

Silk from their soul (11)

The Ghoul / Cooper Howard x f!reader [no use of y/n]

Rated: Explicit (PIV, choking) Words: 2.2k Summary: Hidey-Hole

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Were you supposed to look him in the eye now?

You’d fallen into a deep sleep almost immediately after that earth-shattering orgasm and woken on the ground by yourself, a pack under your head for a pillow while he sat a few feet away and watched the wasteland. He hadn’t commented on the events of the night before, just given you a sly grin and asked you to put on something for breakfast since you’d slept through your watch.

Never mind he didn’t wake you for it.

You finally seem to be heading north, towards the mountains. You have a vague memory of traveling through here before.

“Do you think it’s better to try to find the old road or just head up?”

He’s walking a few feet ahead of you and doesn’t stop when he answers. “Lotta raiders on the roads, we’ll be better off cross-country.”

That made sense. It was a perfectly normal thing to say. Just two people walking companionably together.

It was going to drive you bonkers.

“Hey Cowboy,” you shout, taking a few running steps to catch up with him. He turns as you fall into step, his blank look almost making you falter. But you steel yourself and give him a winning smile. “Do we need to talk? Or not talk, maybe, but acknowledge? What happened?”

“You mean when I had my fingers in your cunt?”

Well, okay, that was one way of putting it.

“Don’t figure there’s much to talk about. You liked it?”

“Yes,” you say quickly.

“Wanna do it again?”

“Now?”

Your spluttering question puts a grin on his face and he makes a show of looking around. You’re in what used to be some sort of rest stop, several different buildings still mostly standing.

“Well, I wasn’t thinking right this minute but a fella could be convinced-”

A roar rends the air between you and you both freeze. You wait for him to verify what you really hope isn’t true.

“Deathclaw.”

Your heart drops. Scanning the horizon you try to pick out what he is seeing. “I thought they were further east than this?”

“You wanna be the one to tell him he needs to go home?”

They’re a rumble, almost like thunder, shaking you to your core. “Is that it?”

He’s got your arm in one hand, dragging you towards a run down building. There’s no door, and the interior is half filled with dirt. “Inside.”

“Inside what?”

The Cowboy gestures towards the ground, at a hole you had barely noticed. With his other hand he unslings his rifle, checking the chamber with a practiced flip. The hole itself is not big, large enough to crawl into on your hands and knees and extending back God only knew how far.

“What if something is in there?”

“You can lose a toe to a rad roach or your head to a deathclaw, sweetheart. I know which I would pick.”

He’s posted at the door, squinting off into the distance and you suddenly realize he intends for you to go in there alone.

“What are you going to do?”

“Hold it off,” he shrugs, “try to lead it away.”

“Can it smell us?”

“What?”

You grab his arm, pulling him into the house with you, “Can it smell us?”

“No, but it can see your ass just fine so-”

“Feet first,” you shove him at the hole. He glares but does so, sliding in without comment until you can’t see him any longer. His hat sits dejectedly by the entrance and you try to decide if you can pick it up when an earth-shattering roar splits the air. 

Well, nothing seems to have bitten him. 

You throw him your pack and then slide in feet first next to him, pushing with your hands against the fallen rocks and dirt. He reaches out a hand to help and between you you manage to shimmy down a few feet - maybe four in total from the entrance to the top of your head.

It’s not so tight you can’t move, can’t put a little space between you, but it’s difficult. You feel the arms he’s laying on move, a hand coming up to cover the shoulder dug into the dirt, and then he’s shifting you both until you’re lying beneath him.

“Both hands free now,” he grunts, pulling his pistol from its holster and laying it just past your head. Sure, he can see now but all you can see is his chest and dark concrete. He’s crouched over you, shifting upwards so his elbows are by your head, his knees on each side of your hips. You both stay silent as the ground shakes.

Shit, what if this hidey-hole collapses?

Another roar and you clutch at him out of instinct, burying your face into his chest. How close is it? Can it reach you? You try to slip further down but your feet hit more rock. 

Well, at least there’s nothing living in here.

Another roar, this time maybe slightly farther away. The Cowboy lets out a breath and shifts down so he can look you in the eye.

“I think it might have seen us, sounds like it’s hunting.”

His voice is barely over a whisper and you answer in the same low tone. “How long will it look?”

“Hour? Maybe two? Depends on if something else grabs his attention.” He glances down and seems to suddenly realize the position you’re in. A slow grin moves over his face and he shifts one foot between yours, kicking your legs apart and settling his hips down until they’re flush to yours.

“Seems like we might have a fair bit of time to pass.”

Your eyes widen in shock even as he pushes his half-hard cock against you. He looks pleased as punch about the fact. “You can’t mean to-”

“I do, and I will - unless you’re about to tell me no. That what’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

You consider it for only a moment before shaking your head. “No. I mean… yes.”

He tilts his head and licks his lips. “Well that’s about clear as mud.”

“I want you,” you finally settle on, getting a warm feeling when he gives you a genuine smile in return.

“No kissing, right?” he confirms, fingers playing with the strap of your dress. You nod silently, too afraid of what will happen now if you try to speak. It’s enough for him, slipping his hand beneath the fabric and twisting it down until it’s shoved under your breast.

“Well ain’t that a sight.”

His mouth feels like a brand, lips hot with a dry, almost raspy tongue laving against your skin. You should stop this, should tell him this isn’t right. It wasn’t right last night either but you didn’t care then and you can’t make yourself care now. It feels amazing and when he pulls your nipple between his lips there’s no thought left but how good he’s making you feel.

You groan, fingers digging into the rough skin on the back of his neck. He bites down, maybe a little too hard, and you nearly arch the both of you into the ceiling. 

“Thata girl,” he mumbles, fingers working at the other side of your dress until he’s got it pulled down too. You help as best you can, shimmying the straps down and then letting him push it to your waist. He rubs his face against you for a moment, pressing your breasts to his cheeks before turning and sucking your other nipple between his lips.

It’s too much and a harsh cry leaves you before you can stop it. There is an answering bellow from the deathclaw a half second later and suddenly a hand clamps over your mouth. The leather smells of blood and bile and you recoil.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he whispers, “if you can’t be quiet we’re going to have to stop.” One knee pressed at yours, pushing them further apart so he can hitch your thigh up on his hip. “And that sure would be waste of all this here attraction.”

You jerk at his hand, pulling it from your mouth then yank at the fingers of the glove. He understands immediately, using his teeth to pull first one, then the other off.  Staring directly into your eyes he covers your mouth with one palm, fingers digging into your cheek.

“Quiet as a church mouse,” he warns before ducking back down and nibbling at your breast. His other hand is on your thigh, pushing the skirt of the dress up slow enough you can tell he’s waiting for you to stop him.

You don’t, spreading your legs wider instead and shifting so he can cup his hand over your panties. It’s his turn to groan, albeit quieter than you had, fingers jerking at the cotton and twisting so he can slip against you.

“Ah, darlin’, you’re fucking soaked.” His accent is coming thicker somehow, laying over you like a blanket. His fingers toy between your thighs before pushing further, flicking over your clit.

It’s a good thing he’s got a hand over your mouth because you can’t hold back the noise you make. Suddenly he’s gone and you want to protest. You’ll beg, you’ll promise him anything, just…

He’s jerking at his belt and in your befuddled state it takes a minute to realize what he’s doing. But then you’re there with him, unzipping his pants and pushing them down far enough that his cock can spring free. It’s even hotter than the rest of him, enough to make you wonder if he’ll burn as you take him into your hand. He thrusts into your palm before knocking it away, guiding himself towards your center.

You try to brace yourself, try to relax into what you know is coming. But you can’t help the small muffled cry, or the way your eyes widen when he shoves himself into you. Your body goes rigid and his eyes meet yours, rounded with shock.

“Oh darlin’,” he mutters, his grip on your jaw relaxing slightly. He’s wide, almost impossibly so, even barely inside you can feel the stretch. “You sure about this?”

You nod, gripping his waist and trying to adjust your legs to take him easier. He watches you this time, easing forward in short movements a quarter inch at a time. Your slick eases the way and he finally seats himself, hips flush to yours.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, every twitch of him hard and hot inside of you. It’s scorching, almost uncomfortably so, but you can’t get enough. Soon the pain fades and you clutch your knees to his hips, arching your back to take him deeper. He growls when you do, tilting his head to bite against your neck.

It’s not gentle, not slow and rocking like you imagined it might be. No, it’s one hand over your mouth while he fucks you into the floor. You can feel his panting breath against your skin, hear the scrape of his knees on stone, smell the lingering scent of the chem he takes.

He arches over you, stilling suddenly and you feel a surge of disappointment. You knew it was likely this was how it would go - every bit of your education had been centered around your partner’s pleasure. Yet after last night you can’t help but feel like you’ve missed out, that this could have been so much better. He’d taken his time then, had seemed to enjoy getting you off.

“Not a peep,” he says lowly, eyes fixed somewhere over your head. You listen, so caught up in what was happening you had entirely missed the shuffling footsteps not ten feet away. Whatever it was was heavy, the ground rumbling beneath you.

Not thinking twice, you arch your back so you can tilt your head, trying to see what is happening. The movement causes the Cowboy to slip deeper inside of you and he hisses. The hand on your mouth goes to your throat, almost slamming you back to the floor and holding you there while he glares down at you. 

He hadn’t finished after all.

The warning look is all you get before he begins to move again - the new angle punching something delicious inside of you. It’s too slow, not enough to come, but you can feel it building even as the monster in the room roars. He fucks you like that until the deathclaw leaves - slow, almost angry thrusts that make your entire body rock. By the time he speeds up you can feel tears at the corners of your eyes, your hands clawing against his back.

“Please,” you whisper, eyes pleading, “please.”

He glances over your head then leans down, lips next to your ear. “You wanna come for me, darlin’? Squeeze that little pussy around my cock til I fill you up?” He snarls at the last word, shaking his head slightly and adjusting just a fraction.

It’s enough, you come with a strangled cry that he cuts off with a fist around your throat. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced, the edges of your vision going black as your body shudders beneath his. You hear him curse, feel him move, and then he splashes across your stomach and thighs.

It takes a moment for his grip to loosen, for him to let you take a gasping gulp of air and blink up at him with wide eyes. He looks just as dumbstruck, his lips parted and you can see his pink tongue run along his lower teeth. He leans down slowly, his eyes dropping to your lips…

You turn away.

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[lavishl0ve]

🩸 Johnny Slaughter x Fem Reader 🩸

!disclaimer!

I love Johnny and he low-key inspired me to write something. This is my first “fic” and is a decent length (lol), if y’all are interested in the full story please lmk!! (btw nothing spicy in this first part- sorry 😔) Thank and enjoy.💋💋

Part 1: The Cellar

Oh God, stay quiet… I silence my whimpers pushing my hand against my mouth as I watch the skinned face wearing man run around frantically. Each rev of his chainsaw had made me flinch. I slowly shift myself in the shadows hoping to avoid detection, the tall grass covering my view. The sky is painted with tones of tangerine complimented by flesh-colors. The longer time seems to pass the more I seem unable to move. I take a deep breath and squeeze my eyes shut hoping to escape reality, the darkness only paints pictures in my head. Julie. Hanging on that meat hook in that red room. I suddenly feel a wetness dripping down my cheek. We didn't deserve any of this, especially not her and God knows where the others are. I just hope they're safe. The others. I have to do this for them, I have to escape. Adrenaline seems to rush through me, I peek my head above the grass searching around hoping for a clear shot. No sign of them. I slowly ascend and sneak towards what seems to be the closest exit. I dive back into a patch of grass as I hear the sound of the chainsaw approaching again. The sounds accompanied with female screams… Ana’s screams. My body makes its own decision and suddenly I flee from the grass patch running towards the gated fence, the sky darkening. Keep running Y/N. Just keep running. Tears blur my vision as the scream becomes distant for each pace I run. I shouldn't, I can't help doing so, only hoping to confirm reality. I look behind my shoulder, that man drilling the chainsaw through her abdomen, her blue tank top now red. Stained with her own blood. I run faster but can't help to look away. A loud snap erupts from beneath me; fire engulfs my right leg and I trip over. My ankle caught in some bone contraption it had cut deep, deep enough to see tissue. That man sensed the sound, revving up his stalled chainsaw, I look back panicking and quickening my pace to release myself. The pain is horrific. Blood drips into my shoes and I limp towards that gate. No. The faint symbol of a red padlock is tightened around the gate. I won't make it. I scream out in pain hoping for the slightest bit of hope. A deteriorating wooden barn. Maybe I can hide there. I shift my direction pulling my leg along with me as that man approaches. I ran through the large doors, the barn still in darkness. I looked behind again, that man hadn't been able to squeeze through the crawl space I shimmied through. I have distance. I’ll be okay. I face forward and crash into a hard surface. I fall back onto the floor and my vision blurs. Blood rushing to my brain, fumbling the noise around me, the chainsaw re-approaching and the laugh of a man in front of me, faint footsteps walk toward me, the orange hues of the sky paint out his features. My vision is blurry, I can only map out his sleeveless tank top, and his slicked hair…? He grips a knife in his right hand. He crouches down his arms wrapping around my waist. I groan out in pain. His hard chest instituted a throbbing headache, my head pounding. He leans forward toward my face.

“Oh, I’m keeping you.” The man growls.

Then with a effortless hurl he throws me over his shoulder. My sight goes foggy. I can’t lose consciousness now. Stay awake. With each step the man takes his shoulder digs deeper into my stomach. I can't seem to stay awake. No need to fight back anymore. This is my fate.

“S’okay, I got er’ boy.” The man says, “Put that chainsaw to use. Find the other one.”

A low moan had replied from the man with the chainsaw, like an agreement. Wait- the other one…? Leland! He’s still alive! I cry out, putting each ounce of strength into my punches trying to knock myself down from the man's shoulder.

“No need to fight me on this Darlin’. You’ll just make it harder for yourself.” He remarks.

I grunt still trying to fight back. I’ve done no damage to anything but myself. I feel my energy slip away along with my consciousness…

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I awaken to the cold beneath me, I sit on the wet concrete ground. My vision clears, I look above, my wrists had been tied to the wall. I pull against the rope hoping to loosen them. I feel my blood circulation cutting off, my hands are numbing. It’s too tight and I can't seem to make any wiggle room. I look around hoping for some sort of tool I can use. Nothing. The cell just contains a worn-out mattress. Just great. I crawl over on the mattress hoping it’ll bring me more comfort than the cold floor. It’s better…I guess. I sit in silence, my head against the stone wall for what feels like an eternity. I fumble with my shirt. My shirt- it’s different. Damn. That outfit I had on was my favorite. Now I’m stuck in this worn out oversized black shirt. Realization had hit me, they changed my clothes, had that man undressed me? Shivers ran through my veins; I disregard the thought. Suddenly a woman skips in front of my cell giggling whilst peeking through. I hadn’t heard her approach.

“Aww, you’se caught yourself an aw’fully purty one.” The woman remarked.

She dragged her razor blade along the iron bars making a scraping sound, hitting each bar. Laughing mockingly.

“Leave the girl alone Sissy.” The man approached.

The same man from earlier had stood next to the woman supposedly named Sissy. He jumbled his keys, standing in front of the lock for the cellar.

“Ain’tcha got things to do??” The man says sternly.

“You ain’t no fun Johnny.” She replies, clicking her tongue and walking away.

Johnny inserts the key into the lock, twisting it and sliding the cell door open. Then closes it behind him. I find myself backing against the corner, the cold shooting through my spine once my bottom contacts with the cold floor again. Johnny turns around, walks over toward the mattress and sits down, his arms resting on his knees. I sat a few inches away from him. Completely defenseless. He shifts his head toward the left a bit, enough only so he could see me. I stare down at the ground avoiding eye contact. He analyzes me for a while. Complete silence.

“You can look at me y’know?” He breaks the silence.

I feel tears dwelling in my eyes, “What do you want?”

“Ain’t no need to be cryin’ sweetheart, ‘m not gonna hurt ya’...” He trails off.

He removes some sort of compact tin from his jean pocket, following a roll of gauze...? He places them on the mattress and gestures to my leg where I’d been caught. It takes me a moment to realize what he’s motioning towards. I look down and realize my leg has been wrapped up. I gasp slightly, surprised he wouldn't have just let me rot. I scoot forward slowly allowing him to have access to my ankle, I watch slowly as he unwraps the bandage trying to see the damage that was done. I hiss once the cold air touches the wound.

“Those damn traps he be makin’,” he laughs shaking his head, “Work a lil’ too well.”

Johnny then grabs the tin container from his side, it contains some sort of topical cream. He rubs two fingers into the paste and rubs it over the wound.

“Ah-” I groan in pain. The topical stinging my cut.

“You’se all right sweetheart.” He reassures me.

I shut my eyes, furrowing my brows waiting for the stinging to be over. I can feel the gauze wrapping lightly around my ankle. For a man that had brought me and held me captive in their basement Johnny's surprisingly gentle. I can't tell why but, I find myself ease around him a bit.

“Johnny-” I speak,

He looks up at me inquisitive, like I said something wrong. He raises his eyebrows, waiting.

“...why are you helping me?”

He chuckles to himself; a piece of his hair drops in front of his face.

“Can’t have our food spoiled now, can we?” He looks up.

My eyes widen at his response, I try and jerk my leg away, but his grip stays firm, his calloused hands keeping me from backing away.

“I was jokin’.”

He finishes tying up the gauze and rises to his feet. He leaves, re-locking the cell door. And then again, I’m left in the cell waiting, thinking. I try to stand seeing where I am, yet can’t reach the front of the cell, my wrists beginning to burn from all the tugging on the rope. I stop, throwing myself on the rough mattress. My dreams ought to be better than this place, right?

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[mikalame]

Hi! If it's fine can you make Tom x reader headcanons like few Tom as a best friend, then as a boyfriend, then fiancé, husband and father. It can include sfw and nsfw if you want to. I hope you understood what I tried to say. Love your works, thank you!!

taglist: @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley @saumspam

btw when i write i usally imagine readers in the band if you dont want that ask in requests lol

Besfriend

You felt your eye close heavily as you sink further into the bus bed you and the band had finished another concert and sleepyness was takeing over all of you. just before you heard a whisper from underneath you. "Psst ___, you up still" it was tom, hearing your name woke you up instantly you push the curtain and looked down to see tom staring up at you "Yeah whats up" you whisper knowing if you two were to wake up bill you would be dead. "yeah i just cant sleep you you think i could... sleep next to you up there...." Tom says you could barely hear it but you nodded slowly

As you move the blanket to make space you start to blush and a smile creeps over your face. You quickly got rid of it when you felt tom haul himself up onto the bed. You wait for him to get comfortable then you shimmy down the blanket you face the wall with tom facing your back. Soon you felt sleepy enough and your eyes weighed down again just before you dozed off you felt arms wrap around you and pull you close you face goes bright red when he moved him face to be in the crook of your neck.

Boyfriend (this one is a bit longer than the last)

You and Tom have been dating for 3 years now and each anniversary have been amazing a beutiful you wondered where you two would be going for your next but tom desided to keep it a secret and not tell you. As you were getting ready tom walked in a told you dress warm, you wondered what that meant the butterflys in your stomach growing more and more as the time went on. Just before you two got there Tom had wrapped a eyemask over your face so you couldnt see where you were going. When you tom parked the car he lifted the mask off and you two saw where going.

An ice skating rink you had only been once before with the band so it would be there first time doing this just you two. You squealed excitedly and wrapped your arms around toms neck and he wrapped arms around your waist hugging you closely. As you two ran to get the shoes you saw that tom had booked the arena for just you two and everything was free (lol just imagine). You 2 grabbed the shoes, tom had decided to puts yours on for you, when you went on the ice you 2 were having such a great time.

Afew hours had gone by and you two were eating something they had on the menu, it was now time to exchange gifts you had been very existed about this as you had bought the hat he had been wanting for the past year. You had desided to go first and when tom opened the gift his eyes immediately lit up a joyful smile spread on his face as he thanked you immensely for.

When it came time for tom to gift you his he made you close your eyes when he told you to open you saw he was on one knee, you jaw dropped when you saw the ring in its box "___ will you make me the happiest girl and mar-" "YES OMG YES!!" you yell pulling him into a kiss before he could finish, i smile adored him face

Fiance (kinda short)

You had been planning the wedding for months now and today was the big day that you and tom were to go cake tasting. They handed you list of flavors you were to try tom quickly pointing at the lemon flavour as its his favourite. When you walked down the hall to where you would be tasting the cakes you were not prepared for how many you would be trying they had multiply rows of cake peices on plates lined up for you and tom.

When you two sat down you were given another sheet with the flavour marked down with a box for yes and no, signalling which ones you liked or not. When you guys hit the lemon flavour tom started to beg to have more making a very large tick next to it, you agreed and said it was very nice and felt 'fresh'. as you moved on none of the flavours sticking out to you like lemon did you did end up going with lemon in the end, tom was bursting at the seems on the way home calling the band and telling them how it was going to be lemon while driving.

Husband

You and tom just got back from your honeymoon after you unpacked all you belongings you sat down on the couch exhausted from unpacking and from the honeymoon with tom😉. Then it really dawns on you that your married, your actually married you look down at your engagement and wedding ring and giggled to yourself. The giggling seemed to have caught your husband's attention as he asked you.

"What's got you so giddy huh?" he questions with a smirk "it kinda just dawned on my properly that we're MARRIED like proper" you say snuggling into him feeling him arm wrap around you just like so many years ago "yeah i know must feel so amazing to be married to the Tom Kaulitz, but i feel ecstatic you know why" he says "why" you look up and him. he looks down at you and says "because im married to You" he kisses you gently on the lips after you two pull apart you both stay still just melting into each other being happy to finally be married after all those years.

i didnt do dad just because i wasnt sure on how to write and i felt like it might of gotten to long sorry anon but i hope you enjoyed it

[hotreadingwitch]

MADE TO LIE - the city

Y/N 

Y/n yawned loudly as she woke from a deep slumber that was surely prompted by last night's bottle of wine. She tried to roll but found she was secured within a cage of sleeping super soldier limbs. Using literally all the strength she had in her, she managed to lift his bulky arm up and shimmy out, trying her best not to wake him. With a chuckle, she brushed her teeth before heading out of the suite and down to the hotel's adjoined café. 

"Two lattes to go please" she ordered when she finally reached the front of the line. 

The barista was a young person, maybe five or so years younger than her, with a short, purple quiff of curly hair. They blushed as their eyes widened, no doubt realizing who Y/n was, before breaking into a lop-sided smile. 

"Right away miss, I mean ma'am, I mean—" 

"Y/n is fine" she whispered conspiratorially, leaning in, making the barista blush even more. 

They nodded sharply before heading back over to the machines to make Y/n's order. When they were finally finished, their pale skin was redder than a firetruck. 

"Thanks," Y/n said with a wink. 

As she left the cafe and made her way back up in the elevator she couldn't help but smile. The drinks were a small gesture, she and Bucky hadn't talked very much when they'd gotten back to the hotel after their first "date" and of course, their first real kiss. She felt flushed and warm as she used the hotel key card to open the door. 

"Where were you!" An angry voice quickly brought her from her reverie. 

"What?" Y/n's nose scrunched in confusion. 

Bucky's massive pyjama-clad form suddenly surrounded her in a tight and desperate hug. He was soft against her somehow despite the hard ridges of his muscles. He pulled away his hands cupping her face as he searched her eyes for something, what she didn't know. 

"You—you" he fumbled with his words before continuing, his voice gruff, "I thought something had happened to you, I woke up and you were gone" 

"You do have a phone you know?" 

He seemed to deflate at this realization. 

"Right—I'm sorry I completely overreacted" he huffed out a small laugh as if he couldn't believe his own behaviour.

"Don't worry" she smiled at his sincerity, squeezing his hand, "It's sweet and uh I appreciate it...Coffee?"

"Thanks" he grumbled, reverting back to his usual grumpy self as he grabbed the cup. 

Luckily they were saved any more awkwardness as Tony's contact appeared on her phone, her ringtone filling the large space. 

"You two ready for your next date?" Tony asked with a wink. 

Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Listen, I don't want you two worried about tonight, it's just going to be another teaser for them to see you together before we organize a third date where we'll all actually be there to catch them. Tonight you'll barely have to lift a finger to convince them, if anything, I'm pretty sure they got the message seeing your little kiss last night" 

"Stark..." Bucky glared as Y/n flushed. 

Tony raised his hands in mock surrender, feigning innocence despite his jabs. 

"I'll let you two go now to do whatever you two want to get up to now but please remember not to fuck it up unnecessarily tonight, I'd hate to lose either of you" 

Tony's expressions of concern only ever came with a healthy dose of sass and sarcasm but that was just his way. Y/n loved him, truly, he was like a father to her, or definitely like a father figure, one she'd never had. Obviously, knowing the team's history, she knew that things between Bucky and Tony had previously been tense...to say the least. But now, it seemed that they'd warmed up to each other a bit. Tony respected Steve, cared for him even, and Steve didn't come without Bucky, therefore, peace. She knew it wasn't truly that simple, that they had struggled to work together for a long time but seeing their bond, no matter how shaky, present-day was enough for her to think, anything can happen. 

Bucky hung up the call with a press of his finger, leaning across her to do so, as she was still lost in thought...

"Y/n?" his soft voice still gravelly from the morning. 

"Yes?" she looked at him then, her eyes refocusing before forcing a laugh, "Must've zoned out for a bit, sorry"

"No need to apologize" he huffed with a small smile, "Now go get dressed, I've got somewhere I want to take you" 

"Is that so?" her eyes lit up immediately at the mysterious offer, "And I'm assuming you won't tell me where we're going?"

"Brooklyn" 

"Brooklyn" she confirmed with a quick nod that she was hoping came off as nonchalant as she bit down on her lip, realizing the significance, "Sounds good..." 

"You don't have to come if you don't want" he hesitated, seeming slightly bashful. 

"No, I want" she blushed, "I want to come I mean, to go with you" 

He huffed out a breath in that gruff manner of his that she couldn't help but love. He was taking her home. 

BUCKY

Y/n had never seen Bucky so animated before. As they walked through the streets of Greenpoint, he kept pointing out local businesses, his and Steve's old school, and alleyways he used to pull him out of when he'd let his big mouth get him into trouble, effectively giving her a history lesson, not just of the area but of his young life. The neighbourhood was made up of a mix of buildings, some tall and some short, almost all made of old, worn brick. They passed discount bookstores, colourful fruit stands, and amazing-smelling restaurants. But each time Y/n thought they might finally stop for lunch, Bucky pulled her one street further toward some unknown destination. 

Finally, they reached a little grey restaurant with a red sign that displayed a name in a language Y/n couldn't read. 

"Dzień dobry" Bucky greeted as they stepped into the small space, lined with red, curve-backed chairs and metal tables. 

There was a crash of a pan in the back that caused Bucky to start forward toward the sound until a much older woman came out and his posture visibly relaxed. 

"Ahhh James" she greeted, opening her arms wide. 

He hugged her for what seemed like a long time. 

"What were you doing back there Beatka?" he questioned, looking at her with found eyes, "Raising the dead?" 

"I would if I could," she smiled back playfully, their encounter showing just how familiar they were with each other. 

Her eyes flitted up to Y/n as if suddenly noticing her. She immediately grabbed both her hands, smiling somehow even brighter than before, practically beaming. 

"James, please tell me this is your girlfriend, yes?" 

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "No Beatka she's not, she's—she's one of my colleagues"

"Nonsense," Beatka swatted at him, ignoring him completely as he began to protest, "What's your name moja aniołku?" 

"My angel" Bucky whispered to her, making her eyes widen before she realized that's what the old woman was calling her. 

"Y/n" she smiled politely, "It's lovely to meet you!" 

Beatka's smile was wider than any Y/n had ever seen in all her time on Earth, excluding maybe Wanda's when she inevitably won on game night at the compound. 

"Beautiful name, beautiful name, perfect for a beautiful girl ahh" 

Y/n blushed just as Beatka turned abruptly, heading over towards the cash register and counter that separated the restaurant's seating from the kitchen. She glanced up to look at Bucky but he seemed to be sheepishly avoiding her gaze. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her along, following Beatka through to the kitchen where there was a small table pushed just far enough from the steaming ovens. 

"Sit, sit" Beatka ordered, suddenly stern, "I've been making—" 

"Cabbage rolls" Bucky interrupted with a sniff of the air, earning a glare from Beatka that was, of course, followed by a cheeky smile, like she couldn't resist doting on him. 

He leaned over her, planting a sweet kiss on the top of her white-haired head. She preened after that, preparing the plates with a satisfied air about her. As if knowing that Bucky recognized her infamous cabbage rolls was her biggest achievement to date. 

When she finally set the food down, presenting it with a sweet "ta-da," Y/n's stomach growled, literally growled. 

"Ohh, that's the best compliment" Beatka grinned at Y/n, before planting a kiss on her cheek then Bucky's. 

Realizing there were only two plates set Y/n reached out, "You're not eating with us?" 

"No, moja kochana" she flicked a significant look at Bucky. 

He translated again, his cheekbones turning slightly red as he softly said, "My Love" 

"I'll leave you two to it" 

"Okay" Y/n smiled again, her neck also flushing, "Thank you"

"Of course, of course" 

And with that she was gone, leaving Bucky and her to sit in silence for a while, the steaming food not the only thing heated between them. 

"So how did you two meet?" Y/n asked casually as she took a first bite of her food, blushing at the strained look that passed across Bucky's face as she literally moaned out loud in response to the taste. 

"I have property around here," he said vaguely, "So I've been coming to see Beatka for a couple of years now and uhh—I've also known her since she was born" 

Y/n practically choked on her cabbage roll, earning another look from Bucky. 

"When was she born?" 

"1923, the first year the Yankees won the World Series, she's 4 years younger than me" 

Y/n reeled in her shock, remembering everything she already knew about Bucky and his old age, instead choosing to focus on the other detail, "You like baseball?"

"As much as the next man, sure" he shrugged noncommittally, "Used to take my younger brothers, Jacob and Henry, to practice just around the corner from here" 

"For some reason" she smiled playfully, "I can't imagine you being anyone's babysitter"

"Rebecca and the twins were all younger than me, I'm a big brother at heart Y/n so you better start believing" his eyes flickered with humour as he used her words from the drive down. It felt surreal to her that it was only a couple of days ago that they were talking at the diner. Just another day, another restaurant, and yet there was something drastically different. Y/n could feel it, whatever it was, quickly growing between them. 

"What were they like?" she asked softly. 

"Trouble all three of them" he laughed, nostalgia filling the cracks beside his eyes, "I loved them a lot." He looked down, avoiding her gaze again in embarrassment. But his eyes flicked up when he felt her hand resting on top of his. 

"Thank you for telling me," she said and meant it. 

"Thank you for listening" Y/n could tell he tried not to let his tear fall but it did anyway. A sole representation of the mound of grief she knew he must burdened with. She had lost her family too, and though it was her choice to leave her father, she'd always grieved the loss regardless. 

"I had a sister" Y/n admitted, earning a look of surprise from Bucky, "She was a lot younger than me, an accident. I loved her dearly, right until the day she died" 

"What happened?" concern lined his face. 

"My father got caught up in a web of lies so thick it almost killed us all. He wasn't being honest with his henchmen, even those higher up he was lying to. Because of that, miscommunication was his downfall. If he had just been honest he wouldn't have got them killed. My mother was younger than my dad by quite a bit, thirty-two when she died. I was eighteen...Elena was just six." 

Bucky's eyes hardened but he said nothing, simply squeezing her hand, allowing her to continue. 

"I hate my father, for everything he is and for everything he's done but I still love him, even as he's serving life in prison because of me," she laughed bitterly, "he's all I have left " 

"Do you visit him, on the Raft?" Bucky questioned. 

"No" her voice broke. 

The small circles Bucky was tracing with his thumb on her hand kept her grounded. 

"I don't usually even talk about him, let alone talk to him" 

"Maybe one day" his eyes crinkled. 

"Somehow I doubt it" she admitted solemnly, "sometimes there's just too much to get past, you know? And even then I don't know if I'd want to'' 

She knew that he understood, grateful when he changed the subject, "Let's get going doll, there's one more place I want to show you"

Bucky helped her up from the chair before leading her out to the front where Beatka was gossiping no doubt with another older customer who was picking up take-out. 

"Beatka" he interrupted softly, "We've got to get going" 

"Ohhh! You'd better come back sooner next time James" she practically shrieked, swatting him sweetly, then turning to smile sincerely at Y/n, "And you too, anyone who makes my James this happy is always welcome here" 

"And that's our cue to leave..." Bucky mumbled under his breath. 

~ 

The crisp autumn air made Y/n shake as she and Bucky wound their way through the more residential streets of Brooklyn. Or maybe, her little shivers were because Bucky was holding her hand, gently tugging her in the right direction, his rough palm warm and big compared to hers. He seemed to have a lot on his mind as they walked so she allowed for a comfortable silence to sit between them. 

Eventually, they came to a stop in front of an old-fashioned pizza place. The restaurant had a white-trimmed storefront on the bottom and, by the looks of it, a large apartment on top. 

"We just had lunch Bucky" Y/n smiled easily, joking, "I don't know how much more I can eat after Beatka's cabbage ro—"

"My mother would've loved you" he interrupted. 

The words lingered between them and for a second even Bucky seemed surprised by what he'd said. But then his eyes softened, 

"I mean it" 

"What was she like?" 

"Amazing, truly, I couldn't have asked for a better mom," he let out a wet laugh, "She always made sure everyone was cared for but never did one thing for herself, of course. As the oldest, I always tried to do little things for her, you know? To show her that at least someone cared. My dad, George, was good to her but he could've been there more, been more affectionate or attentive, I suppose." 

"She sounds nice Bucky, really nice" She cringed at her own awkwardness. 

"This is my old house, the one I grew up in...Steve kept it all these years, even when he thought I was dead, preserving it like some kind of time capsule"

"Do you ever go in?" She questioned. 

"Sometimes...but not today doll" he hesitated before admitting, "I think I'd like to move back here though, one day" 

"You will" she affirmed, making a look of surprise pass his face. "What?" 

"Nothing, nothing..." his words tapered off awkwardly before he held her hand again, "You're just so sure of it" 

"Mm," she considered that for a second, "If you want to move back, you'll move back, simple as that, at least that's what I think" 

"Well, I might just have to believe you then" his smile was knowing. 

~ 

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[jack-the-nibbler]

Voretober Day 6: Comfort/Bet

You're quite the horror lover and thought that you would have little problem spending a few hours in an abandoned castle. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite abandoned...

Why had you decided to take this dare? That question repeated itself in your head again and again with each step you took towards the entrance to the castle. For centuries, your town had circulated rumors that a vampire count lived in the dismal keep that towered some distance from the town. You were a bit of an urban legend and horror junkie, and had tried to do your fair share of research on the history of the castle.

In the week leading up to Halloween, some of your friends had dared you to visit the keep and try to find the vampire that lurked there. It seemed fun at first, and appropriately spooky, but the drive there had you filled with doubt. After all, there was a difference between saying and doing. But the place looked stable enough up close…you’d be in and out. Just an hour or two hour adventure. Right?

Equipped with your phone, a flashlight, a water bottle, and snacks, you swallowed your nerves as you stepped up the stairs to the massive, oak doors. One of them was open just a crack, giving you enough space to shimmy your way inside. The inside was appropriately massive; there was a surprising lack of dust or debris for an abandoned keep. Moonlight flitted in through the windows, illuminating a long, red rug leading down a vast hallway.

Heading down the main hall, you gazed at a line of portraits hung up along the walls. Each one depicted men and women with ashen flesh, white or silver hair, and fancy clothes in red, black, and gold colors. It really did feel like you were in some vampire movie. You chuckled softly to yourself, half expecting a swarm of bats to burst out of nowhere.

Each room of the castle seemed to be well maintained. You’d honestly been expecting something more spooky and dilapidated. Who was keeping this place up and running? Was some dedicated preservationist camping out here, or repeatedly making that drive up the mountain road? As you stepped into what looked like a parlor, your eyes traveled over the plush furniture, blood red rug, golden candelabra holding flickering candles…

Wait a minute…that candelabra was lit. If this place was abandoned, then where did the fire come from? The sound of footsteps made you freeze. Either that was another explorer, a thief, or this place really wasn’t vacant. You looked over to the nearest hallway, trying to think of what you might say to this stranger. But when the man stepped into the parlor, all possible words left your mind.

The man was about eight feet tall, as pale as the people in the portraits and having messy silvery hair. He wore an incredibly ornate coat and suit; red, gold, and black, decorated with bloody rose pins and shiny rubies. He wore an equally fancy top hat with a golden bat pin, and long, thin batlike wings extended out from his back. His blood red eyes sized you up, his pointed ears perking up.

“Ahh…a visitor? I haven’t had any visitors in quite a long time…” he said. “Welcome to my home, dear. Please, don’t be so afraid.” But you were frozen. The vampire was real…here, in the flesh, and you were an intruder and likely prey. Fear and instinct kicked in, and you turned and fled back down the way you came. Screw the bet, you weren’t being drained tonight!

“Wait! Please, don’t run!” he cried. But you ignored him, trying to find your way back to the entrance. As you dashed around corners and through hallways, it quickly became apparent that you were lost. The moment you stopped to catch your breath, a large, silver bat flapped up before you, instantly transforming into the vampire you’d just fled from. “I’m sorry, but I cannot let you leave just yet!” he exclaimed, towering over you.

The Count’s ruby-red eyes suddenly glowed. You cowered back under his intense stare; he somehow seemed taller now, growing by the moment. Looking down at the floor, you realized that it was getting closer. He wasn’t growing-you were shrinking! You turned to run again, but the Count grabbed 

“There we go…it’ll be okay, luv,” he said softly, gently petting your head with his thumb. “I’ll just tuck you away for a bit…keep you close to me…” You wriggled in his hold, trying to make sense of his words…and then he held you up and opened wide. The candlelight caught on his fangs, glinting like ivory spears.

“No! Don’t eat me!” You cried. The Count only gave you a soft look before slipping your legs into his mouth. You froze in fear of being sliced on his razor sharp fangs. You shuddered at the feeling of his saliva soaking your pant legs, his tongue sliding against your lower body. All you could do was watch helplessly as your feet slid into his throat.

The vampire was slow and gentle as he slipped you further into his mouth. Your hips slid past his lips, your legs engulfed by his throat. You tried pressing against his lips, but he slurped in your belly, then your chest, leaving only your head visible. The tip of his tongue slid out and curled around your head, pulling you all the way inside.

Your fate was sealed as the Count’s mouth closed behind you. You were up to your hips in his throat, your back pressed against his tongue. Now that you were completely inside, the Count was swallowing you faster, pulling you closer to your slimy doom. Your struggling did nothing to make the vampire spit you out. You tried to grab onto his uvula, but your hands slipped from the fleshy tab. One last strangled cry left you as you were engulfed by the pulsing abyss.

You clawed at the slimy, squishy walls of the vampire’s gullet, one more futile attempt to save yourself. You felt your devourer shudder, his fingers pressing against the bulge in his neck. It was a long, constricting slide down to his stomach, and by the time you were squeezed inside, you felt like your very bones had been beaten.

Shivering, you took out your flashlight and looked around. It was a pink, balmy pouch, about the perfect size to hold you. As if you belonged here. You curled up, whimpering, especially as the Count started to rub you from outside, as if you were just a snack to him.

“I’m…I’m sorry, my dear…I shouldn’t have done that…” he murmured, gently stroking over you. “For decades it has been only my butler and I, and the loneliness has been crushing. I promise not to hurt you…and I will let you go before sunrise. I hope that you can forgive me.”

You laid there in shock. He wasn’t going to hurt you? He did sound genuine…not to mention deeply sorrowful. You tried to think of what it would be like to essentially be alone for possibly hundreds of years. Perhaps you’d be just as desperate for company. And you had to admit, it was surprisingly warm and cozy inside this undead creature’s stomach.

Hearing the Count starting to weep, you reached over to gently rub the stomach walls. He froze, shocked. But he slowly started to purr, rubbing over you in return. He’d spent countless years longing for affection. For the first time in so long, he felt loved…even if just a little. “Thank you, my dear…” he murmured.

You smiled softly, nestling into one of the stomach folds as you rubbed him more. This really wasn’t so bad. Come morning you would likely chew out your friends for putting you through this. But at the same time, you would surprise the Count with quite a few visits after this. Perhaps more than one where he happily tucks you away again.

[tokusho]

TF141+Vaqueros as Elementary School Teachers AU

Characters involved: John Price, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Johnny “Soap” Mactavish, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Warnings: One mention of bullying

WC: 1.3k

Notes: Irl I actually work for an elementary school and this is how I feel the soldiers would be as teachers and what they’d teach. In this AU they’ve never been soldiers. I do have plans for Farah, Alex, Nikolai, and Graves in this au. I may make this into an actual fanfic if there is enough interest.

Ghost-Kindergarten

Ghost is a veteran teacher coming in the second year of the school's opening. Knowing that students are snotty and don’t cover their mouths when they cough so he wears a face mask around them. Despite his large frame and the dark clothes, his kids flock to him. They love to sit on his lap during story time and cuddle against him during nap time. His dry sense of humor along with his natural leadership kindergarteners become comfortable and confident at the start of their school life. He is deeply protective of his class seeing them as still young and innocent. If he catches any older student picking on one of his kids he’ll come up behind them without a sound like a ghost escorting them to the principal's office. His children affectionately call him Mr.Riley but the other kids who were never in his class call him Ghost due to his more closed off personality and strictness with the higher grades. Ghosts classroom is filled with bright colors and mats in the corner ready for nap time right after lunch.

Price- 1st and 2nd Grade Special Ed

Price has been in the school ever since it has opened along with Alejandro. He knows every staff member and does his best to learn and remember every student's names in the school. His calloused hands hold his kids small hands through the halls making sure they don’t run off and get lost or hurt. His steady and sure personality helps with his little ones having tough times, getting overstimulated, or dealing with big emotions that they don’t know how to deal with. He's able to read situations and his students quickly knowing what to do and how to help. He joins in with his students doing their breaks with little dances, holding their hands and shimmying with them encouraging their playfulness while keeping an eye out for any potential problems. From the years of working at the school he has learned that he needs to either bend or break the rules to get proper accommodations to help his children whether it be ipads for nonverbal students, earmuffs, etc he’ll do anything to make sure his kids are happy. His classroom is set up practically and a little more sparsely than the other classrooms, not because there isn’t a lot of things its more that its organized so his students know where things go throughout the day.

Soap- 2nd Grade

Soap is one of the newer teachers still with enough energy to keep up with the students. He’s the joker, out of every other teacher he’s able to make any student laugh the loudest. He goes all in for each student making sure to hear their laugh at least once a day from doing dad jokes from falling on his face. He makes sure his students are learning but he doesn’t want his students' brains to melt from studying too much so he participates in brain breaks with them such as doing dance battles or even simon says. He affectionately calls his kids lads and lasses, in his eyes they can do no wrong so he redirects them and talks to them about what's wrong, unless if there was a case of hitting or bullying. When one of his kids gets a warhawk to look just like him he almost cries tears of joy ready to sweep the kid up in a massive hug. His room consists of big desks where the students can sit at a table with a large amount of space in the back with a rug for brain breaks and library time with his students.

Kyle- 3rd Grade

Kyle is one of the newer teachers like Soap but he knows for third grade they don’t need that overwhelming energy anymore. His presence is calming and positive for his students making them feel more relaxed compared to other classes. He wants his classroom to be a safe place for his students, to feel at ease while learning. In the eyes of the students (specifically his students) he is the calmest teacher at the school. He cares for each one of his students and if he sees one of them not being their usual self he’ll subtly pull his student out of the class to make sure everything is alright. As he walks through the halls, is doing lunch duty, or playground duty he is being constantly tackled by children wanting a hug or having other little kids wanting to show him something cool they found. He softly chuckles and hugs each student giving them a pat on the head despite knowing most likely he's going to get sick from them hugging him all the time. His room is very cozy, never using the harsh overhead lights but with many lamps with warm lights along with a variety of different places his students can sit to read or just to relax.

Alejandro-4th Grade Math and Science

Alejandro started teaching along with Price at the beginning of the school's opening. He is extremely proud of each and every class that has ever passed through having his class. Alejandro and Rodolfo share a class of 40, 20 in each class so the students can get used to switching classes for middle school. He calls his students his “pequeño

vaqueros y vaqueras” (his small cowboys and cowgirls). He believes that his students are the absolute best out of any other class in the whole school always talking and showing off his amazing students. He is willing to go to any lengths to help a student who is confused wanting for his students to unlock their full potentials. He is by far the loudest teacher in the school whether it be his normal talking voice, laughing at an awful joke, or yelling at a student trying to throw food at someone in the cafeteria. He believes in punishment for those who have been wronged whether it be a student being picked on or a horrible rumor. He’s the voice for the students willing to do anything to get proper accommodations just like Price, even if it means going against the higher ups. His room is a little less decorated than the others since he and rodolfo is prepping the students for middle school. The desks are in a half circle with big pieces of paper on the wall with big writing showing off math equations or science they are currently learning.

Rodolfo-4th grade Reading, Writing, and History

Rodlfo joined the school a year after John and Alejandro. Just like Alejandro he is extremely proud of each student and calls them his “príncipes y princesas” (princes and princesses). He and Kyle are some of the most hugged teachers in the school. He teaches his kids the curriculum along with some extra fairy tales if they finish their work before the class ends. On special days if his students have been behaving he lets them watch movies of the books they are reading. Whether summer or winter he is usually wearing his gray sweatshirt which is how his students identify him in the school. He is one of the kindest and laid back teachers in the school only beaten by Kyle. His students like to spend their lunches and sometimes even recesses in his room. A lot of students ask him and Alejandro if they are siblings, although at first they saw it as cute but after being constantly asked by every student, they made matching shirts that say “we’re not brothers”. Rodolfos class has many books along with desks paired in twos for group work. There is a big desk in the back so he can have small groups talking about books they are reading, stories they are writing, or specific parts of history they are learning.

[asirensrage]

The Choice

Title: The Choice Fandom: MCU Rating: M Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word count: 1891 Warnings: serial killer!Steve, choking, violence, use of a knife, threats, swearing, implied kidnapping, dark fic! (don't worry, the cat lives)

Summary: Based on the scary story prompts from @darkpromptsyouneveraskedfor. Prompts include: 11) "You're so pretty when you sleep, so peaceful." and 18) 'After a horror marathon, you check under the bed only to find out that you should've looked sooner.'

Horror prompts masterlist

Notes: This is a dark fic. It's violent. There's no redemption in this. The reader is not described in size and/or looks (but does mention wearing a bra). I don't usually write reader fics but this is how this one turned out.

Heed the warnings.

You don’t usually get scared. Well, not that scared. You’ve seen horror movies before and watching alone has never bothered you. Until this one because you can’t stop thinking about the way the man lived in their attic for years, just watching them. Maybe because you live alone now. 

Maybe you should get a dog. To go with your cat, Hershey. Something to add to the company and help warn you if anyone was hiding in your walls. Could they sense that? They had to. Though if a dog started barking at the wall, you might consider a ghost before thinking someone was actually in there. Either way, people were generally more afraid of dogs than they were of cats. It’d at least make you feel better.

With a mental note to check out the shelters, and your bank account, in the morning, you go through the process of brushing your teeth. You keep your back to the mirror if only to keep your mind from conjuring up images of something being there when you look at your reflection.

You don’t look back as you leave the bathroom, turning to enter your bedroom. You shimmy out of the sweatpants you’re wearing, letting them fall to the floor. You’re not wearing a bra, comfort being the prime goal when marathoning movies and the tank top you have on is one you sleep in. Easy to just crawl into bed, turn off the light and pass out while praying you didn’t manage to give yourself nightmares. 

At least, until you notice your cat at the edge of your bed, staring underneath it.

“What’s up? Lose something?” You ask softly. It’s not unusual for him to bat something under the bed or couch and then demand you rescue it. He didn’t move though, even as you reached down and stroked the fur on his back. “Or you just out to freak me out?” It wouldn’t be the first time. 

You sigh and kneel on the floor, grabbing your phone and turning on the flashlight before you look under the bed for the wayward toy. Eyes stare back at you. 

“Holy shit!” You recoil fast, dropping the phone and scrambling away. That wasn’t real. That wasn’t– All thought stops as a hand emerges from the darkness under your bed and grips the side of it. It uses the leverage to slide out. You stare in horror as the form becomes clear. It’s a man. A giant man considering how tall he is when he finally starts to stand. How did he even fit…before you even finish the thought, you run. 

You head straight for the door. It’s not far. Your apartment isn’t that large and while that used to be a good thing, now it just means less space to move, to have between you and whoever was under your bed. Still, it’s yours and you know it like the back of your hand. 

The door does not budge. It doesn’t matter that you unlocked it, and you tugged, over and over, it does not move. You look behind you and he’s standing there, in the doorway of your room, just watching. Fuck that. 

“It won’t work,” his voice sounds. 

You mentally calculate your chances and try it anyway. You head towards him and turn quickly, right before he can reach you. You slam the bathroom door behind you. You don’t have a lot of time and the apartment is terrible enough that there’s no real window you can use. Instead, you do the only thing you can. He’s breaking down the door. It cracks with every thump as he calls you by name. 

You use your elbow and break the mirror. 

There’s a moment of silence as though he realizes what you’re doing. You grab a washcloth and wrap it around the end of one of the shards and move closer to the door, waiting. Your heart is in your throat and you pray to whatever gods there are that he hasn’t hurt Hershey. That would be devastating. 

The door breaks, his hand punching its way through. You slice. Horror movies have taught you enough to aim properly. The glass digs into your hand but it doesn’t matter. You shove it down harder until it slices across the inside of his arm. There’s a reason people aim there when they commit suicide. You have to at least try. 

The arm retreats, the man swearing. 

You don’t have a lot of time. You yank open the door, using the moment that he’s trying to control the bleeding, to shove him back. He barely moves but you manage to slide past him, using the chance to stab him in the leg as well. You don’t stop though. 

You crash into the side table that is in the way. It’s not completely in the middle of the hallway but it’s enough that you hit it. “Fuck!”

You look back just to see if he’s still there. He is; walking slowly toward you like he’s Michael Myers. You take the stupid side table and throw it at him before running for the windows.

They won't budge. Your hands slip, slick with blood from where the glass dug in. That doesn’t stop you from trying but you can’t get a proper grip. Fine. You never liked them anyway. You grab the nearest heavy item, a lamp of all things, and try to use it to break the glass. It shatters instead. 

Movement out of the corner of your eye sends you jumping aside. He’s close enough to touch and you throw yourself over the couch to get some space. You scramble to get up but the man lands from his own jump. Before you can move, he’s on you, one hand wrapped around your throat. You kick at him, trying to get space. 

“Enough,” he snaps. He tightens his grip and your vision spots. He looks vaguely familiar this close. Like you’ve seen him before. “I’m going to give you a choice. Same choice everyone gets.” You struggle harder, kicking out and trying to catch him in the side. The pressure on your throat increases and you claw at the hand, at his face, anything to get some air because you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe! Oh god. Your sight goes black first and you can still feel him on you, pressing down until it fades. 

You wake up coughing. His grip loose and you gulp at the air given, trying to breathe as your lungs burn and your throat hurts. Your head swims as you try to focus. You need to get out. You grab at the wrist of the hand that rests on your skin. 

 He doesn’t move though, still kneeling over you. His weight keeps you in place. 

“You ready to hear it?” His hand stays pressed against your throat. “You get to pick who dies, sweetheart. You or someone close to you. And don’t lie, doll, because I’ll know. Just like I know that you're so pretty when you sleep, so peaceful.”

“Oh god,” you moan. How long had he been watching you? How long had he been under your bed? You try to dig your nails into his hand, his joints, your neck, anything that will get the pressure to ease. It doesn’t. He tightens his grip and in moments, your vision spots again and tears leak from your eyes. You’re going to die here. 

He relaxes his grip just enough to let you breathe. “Choose.”

“Fuck you!” You snap through your tears. You can’t stop crying. Not when it hurts. Not when you know this is it.  

He grins and for a moment, he looks young. He looks like Captain America. How fucked up is that? You turn your head, determined not to play this game. Despite the hand on your throat, his other arm is holding him up as he leans over you. It doesn’t take much for you to move, just enough to sink your teeth into his skin. 

“Shit!” He yanks his arm back but you try to dig in harder. The human jaw can exert a fair amount of pressure and the mouth was dirty as anything. If you were lucky at all, you’d at least give him rabies or something. Not that you had rabies but sepsis works just as well. 

The hand on your throat tightens and he lifts you by your neck up just enough to slam your head back into the floor. You let go, dazed. You don’t know when you blacked out, or for how long, but you wake with a rasping cough, arms pinned now under his knees. You cannot move. 

“Choose,” he demands again. “You or someone close to you. A friend. Sibling. Parent…” 

“No,” you choke out, blinded by the tears rolling down your temples into your hair.

He reaches for something at his leg and through your blurred vision, you can make out a knife. “Everyone chooses. One way or another.”

“Fuck you!”

The blade of the knife is cold as it presses against your cheek. “Do you want to know who chose you?” he asks. He leans down, nose nearly touching yours. For a moment, you think he’s about to kiss you. You hope not. You hope he just kills you quickly and doesn’t press for anything else. “It was your coworker. You know the one. You told her that her boyfriend hit on you at the Christmas party. She called you a liar. Said you deserved to die more than she did.”

You remembered that. Miranda snapped at you, said you must have hit on him and tried to turn the tables when he rejected you. As if you’d waste your time with that asshole. What a– the world fades again.

“-bitch,” you croak out, upon waking up. 

“You pick her?”

“No!” You shake your head, as much as you can with him still holding you by the throat. 

“Pick someone,” he demands.

“Fuck you!” 

“You choose or I kill you,” he says. The blade presses harder against your cheek. “You can exchange your life for theirs. Pick.”

You muster up any courage you have left and spit at him. “Screw you, asshole! Kill me and get it over with!” 

He pulls back, his weight heavier as he straddles you. “You really mean that, don’t you?” He looks surprised before he grins again. “You want me to kill you. What if I say you can pick anyone? Doesn’t matter if they’re close to you.”

“Fuck you.” 

He laughs at that before he drops the knife. You stare at him, confused as he lets go of your throat. “Everyone always picks someone else. Always.” He stares down at you, looking almost awed. “Not you though.”

He grabs something else, pulling it from a pocket and you think you hear him mutter that he didn’t think he’d ever get to use it. He leans forward again, out of the range of your teeth and cracks the small container he has in one hand. Smoke releases and he holds it against your nose. You struggled harder, trying to get out. 

“Shhh,” the hand that was on your throat moves, pushing back your hair. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Relax, I’ll be with you ‘til the end of the line.”

Your vision goes black.

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[quiet-compassion]

OFMD Fluffvember Day 13: Bathing/Showering

(If my last entry was too serious for you, don't worry. This may be one of the most lighthearted things I've ever written.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51713587

“Edward, I think you’re being very unreasonable about this.”

Stede stands with his hands on his hips and what he’s man enough to admit is a pout on his face. Ed sighs from the other end of the captain’s cabin where he’s been packing supplies and personal effects into a large trunk.

“I really don’t think I am, mate,” he replies, eyebrows raised. “Look, space is limited, not just in the new place but on the dinghies bringing us there. We don’t have room for that kind of luxury—”

“Luxury?!” Stede repeats in disbelief. Fortunately for him, Lucius chooses that moment to walk down the hall past their open door. Stede calls out to him, eager to have an ally in this debate. 

“Lucius! Could you come here a moment?” The man in question reluctantly appears in the doorway, arms crossed in annoyance.

“What?” he asks, shortly.

Unperturbed by Lucius’ less-than-helpful tone, Stede barrels on. “Would you please tell Ed that bringing the bathtub with us is not a luxury but in fact an essential?”

Lucius raises an eyebrow. “Why do you get to take the tub?”

Stede scoffs indignantly. “Well, for one thing, it’s mine!”

Ed interjects while Lucius rolls his eyes. “Okay Stede, enlighten us both. How do you propose we move a large, heavy, metal tub off the ship, into a small wooden rowboat, and over the surf to shore?”

Stede begins to retort before fully allowing Ed’s question to penetrate the bluster of his outrage. He pauses. “Well, um…”

“Point to Ed,” Lucius says, tipping his head in Ed’s direction. “Guess we’ll just have to keep it on board.”

“Hang on a moment!” he huffs defiantly. “There’s got to be some way of transporting it effectively.”

Ed fixes him a look that is equal parts exasperation and adoration. “Babe, you’re an outside-the-box thinker. And your wacky ideas are one of the things I love best about you, you know that. But this might be a bridge too far.”

Stede throws up his hands, refusing to allow himself to be softened by Ed casually saying that he loves him, and in front of Lucius no less. “Alright! And what do you propose we do as far as bathing is concerned?”

“Well, we are bringing the washbasin with us, of course. And, you know, we’ll be living like 50 feet from the ocean.”

It’s an annoyingly salient point, but Stede refuses to concede. “We’re striving to run an inn. What kind of respectable, first-class establishment would ask its patrons to bathe in the sea?!”

Ed laughs. “Let’s focus on getting the roof patched and actual guest rooms built before we worry about washroom accommodations. We can get another tub down the line, once we have a place to put it.”

“But it won’t be as nice as this one!” Stede protests petulantly. “This one’s big enough for two!”

The look Ed gives him at that is one of complete surprise and mischievous delight. “Why, Captain Bonnet!”

“OKAY!” Lucius exclaims, from the doorway. Stede honestly forgot he was here. “That’s it, I’m out!”

He turns on his heel, closing the cabin door behind him. Stede turns back towards Ed to find him grinning at him, eyebrows waggling teasingly.

“Oh hush,” Stede grumbles, blushing. Ed lets out a bark of gleeful laughter.

“Listen, if that was your reason for wanting to bring the tub, you should have led with that.” He crosses the room towards Stede, shoulders shimmying provocatively.

Stede shrugs. “Well, it’s not the only reason.”

“It’s the best one.”

He can’t help but smile at that, looking up at Ed through his eyelashes. “I just figured, these first few weeks are going to be a lot of hard work, aren’t they? We’re bound to be all sore and achy from all the manual labor of fixing up a house. It’d be nice to be able to have a soak.”

Ed gives a sympathetic hum. “Real forward thinking of you.”

“And that house is going to be so drafty, what with the roof in disrepair and the windows broken. We ought to have a reliable way of warming ourselves up,” Stede says breathily, heart rate picking up speed as Ed leans further into his personal space.

“Very practical,” Ed agrees, voice low.

“Besides,” Stede goes on, voice rumbling, “we won’t really have a proper bed, will we? Not at first. So, yes, it had crossed my mind that the tub might be a good alternative spot to relax together.”

“Mmmm,” Ed purrs, lips centimeters from Stede’s ear. “Excellent creative problem-solving. But you know, we do still have a proper bed. For a little while longer.”

Stede glances towards the bed in question and says in faux surprise, “Why look at that! We absolutely do.”

…

“This is ridiculous!” Jim exclaims from their place pulling the rope leveraging the bathtub up and over the side of the ship. “Helping you guys with the trunks was one thing, but come on.”

“Yeah, isn’t it just gonna sink once we get it down to the water?” Pete asks.

“It’s not going in the water,” Roach huffs out, pulling on his portion of the rope. “Captain says to put it in one of the dinghies.”

“But it’ll take up all the space! How will we row it to shore?” 

Stede calls up from one of the said dinghies already floating next to the ship. “I’ve tied these two together! We’ll row this one and tow the tub’s boat behind us.”

“Christ, that’ll take ages,” Wee John groans.

“Yeah, good luck with that guys. Cause, you know, with my back and all…” Lucius shrugs, shaking his head.

“But why are we doing all this for a bathtub?” Pete questions, wearing a baffled expression.

“Trust me, guys,” Ed says as he helps lift the tub. “It’s essential.”

[fizzingwizard]

personal

My dad's shared a thing on Facebook which is about relationships, and how they aren't all heart eyes and rainbows all the time, and it takes more than just luck to make them last, it takes real commitment and understanding... All good so far.

My problem with it is it lists certain things couples in strong relationships do: compromise, overlook faults, forgive each other, endure problems.

All STILL good with me... if only it took care to mention as well something like "face one's own shortcomings" "divide the load fairly" "make an effort for each other's sake."

I know from watching my parents that just suffering together, because of each other, isn't enough to make a relationship last. Granted, my mom did a lot more of the compromising and overlooking of faults - my dad didn't bend on a lot, and he didn't often have anything to forgive my mom for.

But the thing is, my mom stayed married to him for over 25 years. The last ten, she told me, weren't great. The divorce was coming. However, she never knew it until the last moment - the moment when she finally decided. Before then, she always forgave, always overlooked, and endured endured endured.

When she decided to end it at last, she STILL gave my dad one last chance: she asked him to take her on a date. She wasn't expecting fireworks and the keys to the city. Just to be treated with attention, and made to feel wanted.

Well, my dad showed up for the date... And that's about all he did. There was no effort. It seemed like just another night. So she realized, this is what the future will be like if I stay with him. He's not going to change.

She put up with so much over the years. She wasn't a total pushover - she DID ask for help. My dad would always make an attempt at it... I can't really call it making an effort though. He would do whatever it was up to his standards, which could be pretty low, never to hers, which were NOT unreasonably high.

It's very important to see each other as flawed individuals and love each other in spite of our faults. But if you overlook every fault, out of love, and the other person doesn't take into consideration how their faults hurt you, then you'll just go on hurting indefinitely. That's what I'm saying. People can't change certain things, but other things they can, or at least they can figure out a new system or way to ensure their weak points aren't so crushingly heavy on their partners.

At home, my dad had an office. It was very small. But it was all his. It was covered in his stuff: train sets, Beatles paraphernalia, pictures of his youth. He had a keyboard and a computer and his guitar and he would make music in there, or watch TV, for hours and hours, only coming out to eat dinner. Meanwhile, my mom didn't have any space for herself. Why couldn't she have their bedroom? Well, because my dad insisted on a very large bed. In his defense, he's a big guy. But I'm not kidding when I say that aside from that bed, there was barely enough room for one person to shimmy in and out of the room. It was NOT my mom's space, and she often didn't even sleep in it because of my dad's snoring (OR his white noise machine).

We all knew my mom wanted her own space. She told us. We had a basement that was mostly finished and didn't get used that much, so she decided to make herself a space down there. What my dad should have done was prioritize that. My mom hadn't had any space to herself at all since having kids - we were teens by then and my parents had owned the house for a few years. She worked and took care of us and did the errands and cooked the meals and and and... My dad pretty much just went to work and came home most of the time. (Not to make him sound lazy: he also did the mowing, maintenance work around the house and most of the driving. The thing is the stuff my mom did was daily. His was extras that cropped up only at certain times.) It should have been obvious to my dad that my mom didn't only deserve her own space, she needed it. But he left it to her. Meanwhile, various things going on, house renovations, etc, meant that making my mom's space got pushed back and back and back, and the available space as well got smaller and smaller. In the end all she had was a desk in the wide open basement that anyone could come to any time, whereas my dad's office had its own door.

It's stuff like that which gets me. It would have been an act of love to notice your partner needs something and help them get it. But to my dad, it was no different than my mom saying she wanted a manicure: just for fun, and while of course he supported her in it, it was totally on her to go and get.

We kids followed my dad's example in regards to my mom. When she was upset, he would line us up and make us listen to her yell and cry. This didn't happen often (years later she blamed PMS, and after said migraines - honestly though I think it was just way too much cumulative stress and no support). But when it did, the idea was pretty much just for us to listen to her. And then nothing would change. At first we could say it was because my dad had a full time job and was tired enough himself. But he lost the job and never really had one after that. He was just home. And then it was, well, he's depressed. But it continued even when he got pretty comfortable. My dad is interesting in that he can be very sentimental and reflective at times, but always has a strong enough self-love to power through. (This describes me too. It's an aspect of myself I like and am grateful for. But, as much as I do love my dad, I also really, really struggle with every way I resemble him.) And we are talking many years here, during which time my brother's mental health collapsed too, and my dad didn't help by always getting in fights with him. My mom wound up supporting my dad and my brother pretty much by herself. She did her best to support me too. But I was at college and tried hard to just not need support.

My dad definitely was capable of doing more for my mom the whole time. He just didn't. His life was comfortable and convenient, and he considered it her job to make sure, if she needed something, she would ask for it. But when she did ask, it led to nothing, or only an attempt at it. (I'll never forget the year he got her a snuggie for Christmas and she was like -___- and I gave her jewelry I picked out while considering her style and she liked it so much that he got jealous :P) At that point, in his eyes, it was her job to not only ask for things, but to make sure he knew just how much she wanted it. Like there are degrees to requests from your partner. I mean, sure, "I'm having a heart attack and need to be rushed to the hospital" is definitely more pressing than "I need more help with housework." But that housework request still isn't something you can just ignore until your partner starts nagging (aka having the audacity to ask you again for what you didn't do the first time around), in which case you worm out of it or do as little of it as possible... I mean come on.

I so wish that as a kid I'd had more clarity about my parents' relationship. But they said everything was okay, and I didn't know how any other relationships looked, so I just believed them. My mom of course didn't want to bad mouth my dad to me. But I wish she would have been more honest while I was at least high school age. I loved both my parents and couldn't pick a side, but I could have been more understanding of how difficult it was for my mom on a daily basis. My mom is too nice to have said anything that would make me resent my dad. Not to mention, my dad, although he has many good points, is also perfectly good at making people resent him all by himself.

So yeah. Love is forgiving and enduring and all that. But it's NOT just getting steamrollered by a partner who says "Love is accepting me exactly as I am."

Geez, another memory: My brother was having a bad day during the worst years of his mental health problems. I guess he was 18 or 19 then. I was home from college for Christmas. I had spent every day listening to him and how he talked to us all, especially to my mom, who only ever supported him. I had been reading Captain Awkward religiously, trying to learn how to support my brother, while also supporting my parents, and not be ignorant. I told my mom about a Captain Awkward post that talked about letting your loved one with mental illness know how their treatment of you is affecting you in a loving and understanding manner. It pretty much said, being supportive isn't the same as being a doormat. I mean this stuff lasts years - decades. Getting angry and blaming the person who is going through so much is never the way, but there were some example phrases that could be used to try to meet in the middle and create some peace for a while. Well, I convinced my mom to try it. I heard everything she said to my brother. Her voice was low, gentle, and not accusing. My brother shouted so loudly it made me jump all the way in the other room, and send my mom racing down the hallway in shock. My brother came after roaring about how no one understood him or cared about him. For him, that's where he was at, I guess. He's doing much better now, and we've loved him and have been proud of him the whole time.

But. Please think of my mother. Who was going through that sort of thing constantly, without so much as an apology. She's given her heart, her time, and even her money to take care of her family whenever we were in need, and she really never got anything much back. Even me, although I've been one of the fortunate ones not to have mental illness, and to be able to take of myself for the most part. I used to dream of making some money and sending my mom on the trip to Italy she's always dreamed of. I have no money. I chose to teach pre-K like an idiot. I love it but the salary is peanuts and no one's had a raise in ten years. And I lost so much of my savings just paying off student loans. It'll take a miracle to get me to a point of financial stability where I'm able to do that kind of nice thing for my mom while she's still independent and able to go do it. As a teenager I didn't understand why money was so important, because I had no idea how much of it you need just to get by, let alone have any extras. And I developed a personality that is just the worst possible for selling anything. I can't even sell my school lol. I can't lie at all. If I think something is stupid I can't hide it. In that way I'm my own worst enemy every single day.

I'm making myself upset now :P

[faustianbroker]

TIMING: Recent LOCATION: Somewhere in town PARTIES: Gabagool & Dīs (@disinfernus) SUMMARY: Gabs happens upon a half-glamoured Dīs, and thinks that they should very much meet Leviathan. For reasons. Definitely not blackmail reasons.  CONTENT WARNINGS: none.

—

What a life of luxury. Splitting his time between the shop and the house, the little badalisc wanted for nothing. He was fed, brushed, bathed and loved by the Leviathan and its child, dear Teddy, who both treated him with the respect he so deserved. He was more than a pet to them, he was family. And family, well, they looked out for one another. So, as it trundled through town that evening to sniff out gossip, it did so with the intention of taking whatever it heard back to the Leviathan, so the greater demon could use the information as it saw fit.

Keeping mostly to the shadows of alleyways and the above-eye-level safety of fire escapes, Gabagool was able to move from building to building, peeking in windows and pressing his little ears to glass to see what he could hear. Nothing interesting, nothing interesting… ooh, that guy was stealing money from his boss. That could be something! Filing it away for further investigation, Gabagool was about to shimmy down the fire escape when a sound made him snap to attention. Someone was in the alley below, looking flustered and like they were trying to hide something. Gabagool loved people who were trying to hide things. 

Dropping himself down to the next lowest platform of the rickety, rusty fire escape, the lesser demon watched as large antlers appeared on the human’s head. Ahh, not so human after all! Juicy.

“Nice rack ya got there,” he called down to the other, wearing a wide, toothy, cheshire grin. “Sure would be a shame if the wrong sorta fella saw them, wouldn’t it?”

___

Glamours were nothing new to the fae population in general, but they were new to Dīs. They’d practiced when they were younger and they knew what to do to produce a successful facade, but they didn’t have the skill to keep it consistent. Not for hours and certainly not under duress, the latter of which followed the frustrated fae so faithfully out into the frigid evening. They wanted answers and all they managed to get so far were ‘I don’t know’ and ‘I had nothing to do with it’.

Absolutely vexed, Dīs hurried into the nearest alley and lingered by its mouth. With their back pressed to an adjacent wall, Dīs forced their face into the palm of their hands and huffed out an annoyed groan. They became aware of how their mask slipped and distorted along with their emotions, but they had no idea how far the human appearance fell — they couldn’t tell. But someone else could, it seemed, judging by the voice that interrupted their little pity party.

Dīs’ attention went straight to the source — a diminutive creature with an extensively knowing grin. They didn’t like the way it looked at them. They didn’t like the threat, either, even if they had no idea what the little cretin meant by ‘rack’ — Oh. 

It only took them a flash of a second to realize, but it was long enough to morph Dīs’ expression from one of confusion to anger. They most certainly didn’t appreciate the threat now. Long arms crossed over exposed chest as brows buried downward, effectively wrinkling the space between them. “It would be, yes,” Dīs returned stiffly. A tense beat. “What do you want?”

—

“Ohh, don’t be so cranky!” He hefted his rotund body up off of the metal, strutting toward the staircase down to the first level, rubbing his side up against the bars like a cat. “I just think you’re neat, that’s all!” Hopping down the steps to the lowest level of the fire escape, the ungainly creature perched his front paws on the ladder that would drop to the cobblestone below with enough force. Instead, though, he angled his gaze at the stranger again, that eerie smile never leaving his wide face. “What’s your name, friend?” With a hop, he disengaged the ladder, sending it sliding with a loud, grating sound, until it locked into place again and made the whole structure tremble. Unfazed, Gabagool began the careful descent to the ground, going headfirst, one paw in front of the other with a surprising amount of control over his balance. 

“C’mon,” he continued, leaping the last few feet down to the cobblestone and plopping his butt down, tilting his head at the other. His stature was something like that of a medium-sized dog breed, but much differently shaped. “I’m just a little guy. Can’t we be pals?”

—

Cranky wasn’t the half of it, but they kept that tidbit to themself. Dīs didn’t want to give the prying sprite any more personal information — the creature already had the most important one of all and that alone could be devastating. What would it take to keep their entire identity a secret? They watched as their impromptu visitor expertly clambered down from their perch. No, Dīs certainly didn’t like them at all. They wrinkled their nose at the goading, feeling entirely irritated, but made no move to put any distance between them. As much as they detested to be made to feel small, they needed to see this through.

“Is that how you make friends? With threats?” It certainly was one way to get someone’s attention, but Dīs didn’t want friends. They didn’t need friends, especially not ones so brazen and sneaky. Those sorts only meant trouble. Now, trouble could be fun, but not at their own expense. 

—

The badalisc’s ears flicked forward, that wide, toothy grin only expanding. “Sometimes,” he purred. “You didn’t answer my question. What’s your name? I mean, I can figure it out on my own, but I’d rather you just tell me. Less work, and all.” The lesser demon pranced over to them, mismatched eyes staring up at them with some sort of malicious intent buried deep beneath that glittering smile.

“I just like antlers, maybe. And I’m not the wrong sorta fella! I’m a very nice fella. Haven't heard anything about you in town, though… you must be so careful. I bet that’s tiring. Aren’t you tired?” It was difficult to discern if there was more to the words, or if they were just that—words. Gabagool gave the air a long, deep sniff, then nodded. “Yeah… you’re tired. And stressed. What’s stressing you out, buddy? You can tell your good friend Gabs.”

—

Dīs very much didn’t like the position they’d found themselves in, but what were they supposed to do? The little creature had their face — and their secret — by the balls and they couldn’t see an immediate way out without playing along, no matter how fast their mind worked through the possibilities. None of them worked. Dīs sucked in their cheeks and bit down. The side effects of lying were less than savory, but they wondered if they could get away with it. Did it even matter? They didn’t know what exactly he was capable of, but they did believe him when he said he would find out. That could prove worse for them in the long run than if they just removed the so-called band aid right then and there. Shitty options proved for a shitty outcome, regardless.

Dīs pulled their crossed arms closer to their chest, their muscles tight, but they held their gaze steady, unwavering. They seemed confident, stubborn almost, if it hadn’t been for how plainly their body language exposed their discomfort. “Dīs,” they answered curtly. “I don’t suppose you’d offer me the same courtesy and give me your name in return?” It was worth a shot. A shot in the dark, but they couldn’t not try. It was their nature.

“No.” Yes. Yes, they were tired. Everything was so much easier when you were in control and no one questioned anything, nor really needed anything from you — Dīs had it all. Now all they had left was death, ruin, and unanswered questions. Their thick brows furrowed down, darkening the shadow that covered their piercing, golden stare. They looked very much as if they’d smelled something foul. “... You are not my friend. Just—” Dīs reached up with a hand to massage at the space between their brows in frustration and sighed. “Tell me what you want. I’m not much of a fan of small talk.”

—

“Ah, ah, ah,” Gabagool clicked his tongue, narrowing his eyes at the tall creature. “Won’t be falling for that, now. Smarter than your average bear, I’m afraid. I’ll tell you my name when I’m good and ready, friend.” 

“You shouldn’t lie. I hear it gives fae tummy aches,” the demon teased, lifting a paw to bite at a nail for a second before continuing the small talk that Dïs, lovely Dïs, hated so much. “You know, I’ve heard that fae are ancestors of demons. How does that make you feel, Dïs? Less-than? Pathetic?” He bit out the last word, baring his sharp little teeth in a sneer. “Well, you shouldn’t. You should be proud to be a dilution of the great ones. I know I am. My great one, my master… oh, it’s the greatest. Just the swellest fella you’d ever meet. And it likes knowing about the interesting people in this town. I’d say you’re pretty interesting, Dïs. It’d probably love to know you. And did you know, it likes helping people? Tired people, like you. Stressed people. It likes helping them, for a price. It could help you, I bet.” A beat. “Or it could make your life hell. But I guess that’s up to you. You should introduce yourself, and soon! I’ll be telling it all about this little encounter. It’ll want to meet you.”

—

Missed by a mile. Ah well, that was expected. What did they all like to say? ‘No harm in trying’, right? But Dīs was pretty sure they didn’t factor demons into the equation. They’d have to notate the failure in case they thought about trying again — just don’t do it. There was always the possibility that it could backfire and right then, it felt like it had.

Tummy aches were the least of Dīs’ worries. Blackmail was a much more pertinent matter to attend to. While they had a certain degree of admiration for how slickly they’d been pulled into the ruse, they didn’t like to be on the other end of the stick. Especially not when there were more facets at play. Dīs would have preferred to hash this out in the alley, to get this over and done with so they could go home, but that didn’t seem like an option and they weren’t stupid enough to push it. 

The look of distaste and irritation were evident across Dīs’ face. “Fine,” they piped up after that sickly monologue. They had no real world experience with demons, nothing other than the words they now failed to remember from old texts — it was nothing that could help them, anyway. Dīs dropped their arms to their side, looking very much like a defiant child with their hands balled into fists. “Where can I find… your master?”

—

Grinning from ear to little ear, the badalisc was mighty pleased with himself, clearly. “Oh, Leviathan is everywhere,” he answered unhelpfully at first, with a mischievous glint in those mismatched eyes. After a beat, he cackled. “I’m kidding! It likes to work out of the cozy back room in Mephisto’s Repository, most days. I could show you its house, but I don’t know how it would take an unexpected guest. Might bite you right in half! It likes to do that, too. Says fae have a silly kinda cotton-candy aftertaste. Isn’t that fun?” 

Gabagool got to his paws, jerking his head in the opposite direction out of the alleyway. “I can take you to the shop, if you want, new friend… or you can go home and think about how to best make yourself useful to us. For now. Just know that I’m very good at finding people, and Leviathan is not an especially patient demon when it comes to wrangling new… mmm… minions.”

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They knew of the place. As a fellow collector, there were plans of visiting the shop but they hadn’t gotten around to it since surfacing. Now it seemed, they had no choice but to follow through. The theatrics were unnecessary but expected and the threat was taken to heart. With a name like that, they believed the demon could indeed bite them in half — or worse. “Thrilling,” they returned dryly. They didn’t even like cotton-candy; was it true? Dīs wasn’t about to find out.

Minion. The word alone made Dīs’ upper lip curl into a grimace. They didn’t like being on the other end of that stick. It made them feel small and powerless, like a worm. “No,” they answered in return, “I know where the Repository is. Let them know I will be by tomorrow, then.” And if that day didn’t work, then they were sure Leviathan’s pet would pass it along to Dīs. That thought made them nervous; they didn’t like to be known.

—

“Okie dokey, pokey,” Gabagool said in a singsong voice, one that didn’t match the wicked sneer on his face. “We’ll be seeing you tomorrow, then, good friend. And hey, remember—you are what you eat! So make sure you really like what you’re eating.” It was… a curious choice of words, though if one considered that the badalisc might not mean it so very literally, then it carried yet another kind of threat, veiled behind absurdity. That was the lesser demon’s way, after all. 

Without further ado, the badalisc trotted off deeper into the alley, scaling a different set of window AC units to the fire escape, which led him back to the roof. 

He liked to feel tall.

[impernaway]

5+6. the tentacle beast / the monster's hide

The walkways are with rain again, the drizzle reducing the limited visibility yet further as twilight slowly encroaches. Even before the sunset, the world out here had been hazy. Not that there'd really been anything to look at: There's nothing out here but the still ocean stretching out in every direction around the floating research platform.

Officially, the station Rhys is manning alone is Seapoint Piscium Delta. He likes to call her Fishfood Four instead. He's made it to week nine of a six month placement - by the end of week one, he'd already understood why they'd been reluctant to schedule him for even that much on his first posting. Sure, he gets to video call the team whenever he wants, but at the end of the night when they all go home? He's still out here in his flotel.

On the other hand, the pay is really good. If he can stick it out without losing his mind, he's looking at a hefty sum at the end. And he doesn't have to pay rent out here either. Plus he doesn't have to deal with the fallout of how things went with Jess. So like, that's a perk!

He checks the door for the lab is firmly shut, rattling the large door-locking circle on the bulkhead door to make sure it's fully in place. It's his last wind-down task before retreating back to his room again. The whole place is pretty much fully automated, but the doors aren't part of that. It's what he's there for. Somebody has to oversee everything just in case it goes wrong, you know? Plus doing the actual analysis on what the sensors feed back.

Last stop is the drone room. The repair and maintenance room takes up nearly as much space as the lab does, but it's also pulling double duty as the power room so it kind of makes sense. Not like the drones themselves need all this room. All they do is just slowly rise and sink through the ocean, sending regular little updates to tell them about the ocean. Things like how temperature it is, what the pH level and salinity is like, what's going on with the currents, the odd sample from the sea bed if the pre-programmed route takes them down that far - all the things that help them work out what's been going on out here lately. He pauses as he tests the door. It's not resisting as much as it should.

He pushes the hatch open anyway, stepping through into the dark room. The lights are off, which is how it should be, but he didn't - It's not like him to shut everything down but forget something like the door lock.

....Fuck it. It's not like anybody else will know if he doesn't say anything, right? And he caught it. No harm, no foul. That's what the double-check is for. He seals the hatch, twisting the ring around firmly and listening to the bolts all sliding home. He can investigate the door lock tomorrow when he's officially clocked in again.

Rhys carries on along his way, wiping the rain off his face before he shimmies up the ladder that takes him back to his living quarters. He makes a point of wiping his feet off at the welcome mat he asked for. There's enough ocean around here already without him bringing it in here with him as well. His nose wrinkles as he shucks the lab coat and drops it off on it's hook, hand reaching for the pull-cord for the light.

"God," he says, "It reeks in here. Did I leave a window open or something? Come on Rhys. Get it the fuck together, mate."

The delivery of fresh food isn't coming for another week, so it's another night of deciding between mash potato from a powder mix or tinned soup. He finally finds the pull-cord, blinking at the bright sudden light. Something is making the back of his neck prickle like he's being watched. The smell is, somehow, even worse now. His eye darts around the room to try and figure it out-

His eyes land on the table crammed into the kitchen, a can of diet pepsi knocked over on it from where he'd left it there that morning. The dark brown carbonation is still fizzing gently even as it drips down onto the linoleum flooring.

There's been no wind today. Barely any tides. Fishfood's been stable all day. Something primal in his brain screams at him, and it drives Rhys to slowly turn around. He's the only one here, but he's not. He's really, really not.

The wall moves.

He screams as he throws himself back, legs failing to catch or support him as his eyes move up and up and up. Up along the tentacle that is rapidly changing colour to stop mimicing the white of his walls, up along the torso of the thing clinging to the ceiling, up and into the large yellow eyes of something that is baring teeth at him. He scrambles across the floor before instinct kicks in and has him roll over to push himself up and back onto his feet and away away AWAY from the fucking octopus monster that is dropping down and coming after him.

Somehow, he makes it to the bedroom door first and slams it shut behind him, leaning against it as something on the other side roars. Fumbling hands shove the lock bolt into place as it begins hammering on the door.

"Oh my god," he chokes, legs going weak again. "Oh my god."

It - did it have claws? He doesn't think so. The hammering on the wood tapers off, and he wheezes in fear as his heart keeps up the rhythm. Wide eyes tear across the room as Rhys looks for something - anything, God, please - that isn't nailed to the floor or the wall to make sure it can't get capsised overnight. Nothing. Nothing to barracade with. Behind him, the doorknob rattles but the lock holds. He holds his breath until it stops again. The window is too small and can't open more than an inch, and this is the only door. There has to be something. Some way out. Surely there must be-

Something brushes his ankle and he jumps out of his skin as he pushes off from the door and falls a second time. He looks down at the tentacle slowly pushing its way through the gap at the bottom of the door. It - it's too small. It can't figure out the door, and now it must be trying to see if it can get under. It's too big though, surely. Surely.

Rhys watches, frozen in place as the tentacle pushes through further and further, the strange muscle twisting and unfurling as it works its way through the gap. It takes all his effort to scoot back further until his back is up against the side of the bed, legs tucked as close as they can be to his body. The tentacle continues to feel around blindly for him, and he watches. Maybe he can just - just wait it out. Wait for it to decide he isn't worth the effort.

He whimpers as the tentacle instead starts to slowly feel its way up the door.

"No," he says, his fingers going numb as he watches. "Fucking no, please, stop it."

Everything is silent. He cannot move. There is no escape. He can only watch. The tentacle keeps going, impossibly still coming. He watches as it reaches up. Slowly, almost tauntingly, it reaches the slide lock where it sits, just below the handle, and pulls it out of the way before dropping to the floor.

The door swings open, revealing the large hand pushing it and the larger yet figure behind it, a man down to the waist and then all octopus limbs below that, and Rhys once again finds his eyes dragged unstoppably upwards towards its face. The light in the living room backlights it, enough that he just about see it. It's smirking at him, mocking and cruel, and it slowly ducks its head as it pushes its way into the corner he's trapped himself in.

It's just Rhys, the ocean, and the monster pushing the door shut behind it again.

[nutmeg-my-darling-baby]

I've only been on Tumblr for like 10 minutes so I don't really know how this works. Anyway.

Yesterday I had an online therapy thing with my mum with me in the room also doing the call, and the appt was suuuper confronting. I kinda shut down. I had my head on the table and was rocking back an forth. After about 15 minutes of this, the call ended and I was getting more and more distressed. My mum reached out to comfort me and I kinda .... Snapped? I threw myself onto the floor and cried 'don't touch me!' I was hugging my stuffed toy dinosaur, Herb. And I ran. Right to the back of my property, trying to find a tree to climb so I could get away. Alas, no suitable trees were found. My mum had followed me, and was giving me some space but I still felt like I needed to be high up in a tree, with space to figure everything out. I hopped the chicken wire fence between me and a tight gap between the fence to my neighbours yard and the back of the shed. I ran through that gap barefoot, clutching Herb for dear life. I sprinted up the side of the yard to the gate leading to the front of my house, where a massive gum tree lay in wait. Unbeknownst to me, while I was scaling the tree and shimmying onto one of the highest yet sturdiest bough, my mother had been busting for the loo and in the space of one minute she dashed up to the house, did her business, waited on the patio for a further five minutes to give me space, then came to check behind the shed for me to find I was indeed not there. She called my dad home from work, my brother from upstairs, and was frantically searching every inch of the property. Except the property is large, and I was hidden in a tree where no-one expected me to be, hyperventilating and hugging Herb while tears streamed down my face. I don't know how long I was up there but it was certainly long enough to give them a right scare. Eventually they found me, got a ladder and my father came up to talk to me. I haven't the foggiest what he said but I'm pretty sure he offered the ladder to help me down, to which I declined with a shake of my head. My brother came up the ladder with a cup of tea for me and some bikkies. He spoke sweet nothings about his DnD group, what he was going to have for lunch, if I wanted anything from the chipper (earning a brief game of charades that consisted of me trying to mime wedges. (I had gone nonverbal)). One cuppa later I had begun speaking again, was clutching Herb a little less tightly and was feeling suitably guilty for the scare I had given everyone. During this conversation I heard the panicked meows of Nutmeg, my cat (pictured above), to which I dutifully answered with meows of my own. To my surprise, my beautiful, darling, angel cat located me and began climbing the tree, visibly trying to get to the branch I was on. This is the cat that comes running when she hears me crying, to check I'm ok. She got to my branch and walked along it, to me. I patted her and she seemed somewhat sated, but kept turning around and going back to me then turning around again. Almost like she thought I was stuck, and was leading me to safety. My precious darling was leading me back to safety. God, I love her so much. I thought it fitting to make this post in the tree, as an ode to Nugget. I guess that's it. I don't know who'll bother to read this much but it felt good to talk about it.

Edit- I just fell outta the tree and broke my wrist 🥴

[thepaintedsable]

Oh my gosh, concept drawings of the actual thing this blog is named after :000 Took me long enough, haha.

||’Round the Bend|| is an actual project I’m working on, haha. It’s my biggest story, which I plan to make a comic about. I’ve been at it for a few years at this point, but I wouldn’t expect much progress for a while yet as I still have a lot of story work to finish, designs to finalize, and some comic practice to do. Hence, a lot of what I put out on it is snippets and general vague concepts for some things that are technically established FAR, FAR later in the story, but sometimes you’ll get portions of the “First Act”.

Here you get to see some of my caving concepts! Some of the “Second/Third Act” stuff.

Within this period of ||’Round the Bend||, there are (currently) three main packs: Snake’s Bend, Badger’s Burrow, and Cypress Trail. These particular concepts are for by beloved little cave-dwelling gremlins, The Badgers. They make their home beneath the rocky moors and pine forests of the territories, seemingly holding the least useful lands out of all three groups. Mostly unbeknownst to the other packs, though, the land is rich in natural and claw-dug caves and dwellings. Where the moors have little shelter and few changes in scenery, the underground labyrinth holds rivers, crevices, spacious dens, and holes barely large enough to shimmy through. They’ve adapted to create sleeping dens, guarding stations, social quarters, storage rooms, wells, and various types of cooking stations. They’re kings of caving, crafting, cooking, construction, and general hands-on innovations. They’re also the closest of ANY of my story characters to create an OSHA due to the tendency for cave collapses, floods, getting lost, low oxygen/toxic gasses, etc., etc.

A lot can go wrong underground. Although these drakes look huge in stature, towering over most of their neighbors, most of that comes from their excess of fur. They’re huge and unbelievably strong, but hungry and lean. Most can fit through holes as small as their heads, with enough practice. Thick/warm pelts, dark colors, small/well placed/folding horns or spikes, and strong legs are seen as most attractive traits simply due to their fitness in such an environment. Large size isn’t preferred, it’s simply held over from their kin, and is likely a dominant trait. They have a culture of wanting to prioritize an ability to survive (and while this may produce a level of ablism(?), most physical disabilities aren’t discriminated against. It’s more about being able to navigate the caves. Someone missing a leg, sustaining a chronic pain, etc. still might be able to get around or be taught to adapt. Someone who has low night-vision or large imposing horns, on the other hand, could be a daily liability to themselves. The prior is still dangerous, but they wouldn’t be getting themselves lost or jammed somewhere.)

Hence, they have many systems in place! Caves are rated and marked based on many different factors. Are they natural or claw-dug? Have they been fully explored? Are they under construction/renovation? Are they dry (no water) or wet (pools, rivers, slick rocks, etc.)? Is it at risk of flooding if there is a storm? Are the techniques required to navigate novice (wide spaces, easy navigation), intermediate, or expert level (tight squeezes, many passages to get lost in, large falls, misleading air currents, etc.)? Etc. Living-type caves (normally claw-dug) have burnt in walls, bricks, and plenty of supports that are overseen by all members. There is a training system in place for pups, and cave diving is only done by the most experienced cavers for very particular reasons (mostly only ever rescue or recovery).

SO! The two paintings here are of Thistle and Hound doing some natural-cave exploring, and Aster crossing your path because what the hell are you doing down here ™. Then just a fun little natural cave diagram.

Feel free to ask questions about this because I’d love to get this hellscape of the story out of my brain.