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[covetyou]

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Teen (18+ only blog!) warnings: drunk Joel, soft possessive Joel, lovesick Joel, wingman Tommy, fluff, idiots in love and in denial word count: 1.8k summary: A familiar sound wakes you from the soft slumber you'd not long fallen into - sounds you'd dreamed about in the months since meeting Joel Miller. This time, as you creep down the stairs to come face-to-face with your intruder, you can be certain it's not a man decked out in plush red velvet.

A/N: happy birthday to Joel Miller, happy TLOU day to us, and, most importantly, happy GOD DAMN IT ARE YOU CLOSE TO SAYING YOU LOVE EACH OTHER YET day to these two babies.

I'll be back with more dress up!Joel in 5 weeks 💛

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A familiar sound wakes you from the soft slumber you'd not long fallen into. The click of a door. The woosh of your house decompressing. Muffled footsteps. They were sounds that your own ears hadn't heard in months, and yet ones you'd heard a hundred times over in your dreams since that first day you met Joel, decked out in plush red velvet in front of your Christmas tree.

It's why, when you fully come to and pull yourself up onto your elbows, you find yourself blinking in confusion in the dark. Dreams and reality are tricky things to figure out when you're on the precipice of both. And, while the sound of foreign footsteps on your living room floor was something you dreamed about - fantasized about - a feeling of unease is quickly creeping up your spine the longer you listen to the hushed tones coming from downstairs.

Whatever - whoever - it is, isn't even trying to be discreet, not by the way your door suddenly slams and something rattles against the wall.

You don't even try to be discreet either, jumping from your bed and stomping over to the door. It's stupid, maybe. Probably.

Almost definitely.

The first time may have worked out well for you by creeping down to find Joel in your house, but that didn't mean any other break-in was going to go as well for you. Now, all these months later, you didn't even have your old umbrella to arm yourself with as you throw open the door and fly downstairs, hoping the element of surprise will save you.

Slamming your hand against the wall, you drench your living room in artificial light so suddenly your eyes can barely adjust before you're screaming out into the room in a feeble attempt to scare off your intruders.

"Get ou- what the fuck?!"

"Jesu-"

"Fu-"

The scene in front of you is a mess. Mail you'd left on your coffee table earlier is strewn all over the floor, your bowl of knick-knacks over turned in the middle, and two of your sofa cushions dumped onto the floor.

Most baffling of all are the people in the room. You know them. Of course you do. Who else would it be. Joel Miller is stood - or rather, he's being propped up - in your living room, gripping onto his brother as he desperately tries to keep his legs beneath him.

"Tommy? Joel? What the fuck are you two doing here?"

Joel, who by now has caught the sound of your voice, has stopped trying to keep himself upright, and is instead staring dozily at you, a lopsided smile spreading across his face. Tommy, meanwhile, is now taking almost the full weight of his older brother, and suffering for it, barely keeping his own legs from buckling as grunts and groans.

"I dropped him home but he - shit man you're heavy, stop it - he kept wanderin' this way. Kept askin' about a goodnight kiss. Told him I'd give 'im one but -"

"Hi," Joel cuts in suddenly, slurring around the simple greeting as he moves toward you despite Tommy's protests.

"Joel," you say in warning, as the broad man stumbles toward you on drunken feet.

In response, he raises a single finger, clearly much slower than he intended to, and the smile on his face spreads even wider.

"No."

"No? What? Joel, look I think you sho-"

"Birthday Joel. 'm Birthday Joel," he grins, and you can't help but supress a laugh. This is maybe his most lackluster costume yet. He has a crumpled party hat on and the same clothes you saw him leave in earlier this evening, and it makes you wonder how long he's been keeping that one in tonight - whether he told his friends the same thing down at the bar, or if he'd been holding it back just to tell you. By the proud look on his face, and Tommy's confusion, you suspect the latter.

"Hey there, Birthday Joel," you say with a soft smile. "Now, what're you doing over here and not at your own place? It's late, Joel. I said I'd see you in a couple of days -"

"Birthday Joel deserves a birthday kiss."

You raise your eyebrow at him, stopping his stumbled wobble in its tracks. "Deserves?"

"Wants. I jus' - I jus' wanted to kiss you," he breathes, looking down at your mouth with another smile so soft your breath leaves you in a quiver as you try not to embarrass yourself by letting loose the bubble of affection sitting in your belly.

Naturally, you'd given Birthday Joel plenty of kisses earlier today - a day that technically wasn't even his birthday yet - before Tommy came to pick him up. You'd given him so many kisses he was almost late out the door to his own birthday drinks. Tommy had rolled his eyes then just as he is now, slapping his brother on the back and steadying him all in one move.

"Told you, man," Tommy says. "She wouldn't 'ppreciate bein' woken up just to kiss your ugly ass."

Tommy winks at you, and tries to manouvere Joel toward the door, but Joel, somehow speedy despite his drunkenness, manages to round back to you, arms spread and ready to envelope you in a hug before he stops himself and instead delicately grabs your hands.

"Jus'... Jus' missed you," he hiccups. "Missed - missed my girls."

"Okay, Prince Charmin', I'm tired, you're drunk, we all gotta sleep, let's go."

"Tommy?" you say, letting Joel's thumbs caress the back of your hands as he holds them, refusing to let go even as Tommy tries, and fails, to tug him toward the door once more. "I can drop him home, if you wanna get goin'?"

For a second, it looks like Tommy's ready to object, determined to get his brother back home and in bed, just like he promised. But then he looks at his brother, and the lovesick look on his face, and decides to leave well enough alone.

"I'll see you at dinner tomorrow," he says to Joel. "Sarah's bein' dropped off at-"

"At ten, I know," he slurs. "Miss her. Missed you. My girls."

After a minute of prising your hands out of Joel's, you see Tommy out, walking with him to your door. The spare house key you'd entrusted to Joel months ago is deposited safely into your hand, before he wishes you luck with the birthday boy, and jogs the short distance through the darkness to his truck and zips away into the night. Joel, who you'd left unattended for all of two minutes, has already taken it upon himself to flop down onto your couch, and is fighting a losing battle with his drooping head as you approach.

"C'mere," he mumbles with a wobble to his head, hands making a reach for you.

"You're still after that kiss, huh?"

"Uh-huh," he says, grinning again as you hinge, bringing your face close to his.

His eyes flutter closed before you even close the distance, pressing soft kisses to the corners of his smiling mouth, before pressing a softer, lingering kiss to his lips.

"That good enough for you, Birthday Joel?" you whisper.

"Mm. S'good. Missed you."

"You've said that already."

"S'true."

"I'm gonna get you some water, sober you up a bit before I get you home."

Joel is asleep on his side, legs pulled up onto the couch, when you come back with water. You doubted you'd get him home tonight, with the state he's in, but you were at least hoping to get him upstairs and into bed, where he could better sleep off whatever demons were coming for him in the morning. As he starts to snore, face pressed into the couch cushion, you're suddenly very grateful that he won't make it up the stairs.

You tidy up the small tornado of mess that's torn through your living room. Mail is picked up and put where you should've left it in the first place, the bowl is righted and its contents replaced, the cushions are shoved back on the couch. Assessing the man himself, you soon realise there's no way you're getting him comfortable without waking him, so you prod his side, waiting until he wakes before whispering gently to him.

"Joel? Let me get this shit off you," you say, tugging at his shoes.

For all his drunkenness, he does try to help. He fumbles with his belt buckle, getting it halfway undone before his frustrated grunts turn to curses, and your hands replace his. In no time his belt is off, and he's kicking off his pants, reaching for you and dragging you to sit beside him again.

"Joel, you're drunk, we're not playing -"

"Jus' a kiss," he asks, tapping his cheek with a smile that crinkles his eyes.

It's impossible not to give in, or smile too as you press your lips to his cheek and he hums softly, already letting sleep claw back at him.

"'Nother one," he says, as his eyes droop.

"You're drunk, Joel. You should sleep."

"Not Drunk Joel - Birthday Joel," he mumbles, with a sleepy smile as you pull off his crumpled birthday hat and toss it aside.

"Then get some sleep, Birthday Joel."

You stand, your weight shifting off the couch and jostling Joel, his head already so heavy with sleep it wobbles to the side. His hand still finds yours though - pulling you to a stop as you try to creep back upstairs.

"Come to dinner? Tomorrow? Come meet Sarah," he asks, brave with sleep. "Want - both m'girls there."

He'd hesitated asking you all week. You could tell by the way he stumbled over the words each time he explained his birthday plans - bar with the boys the night before, dinner and a movie with Sarah and Tommy on the big day. The lengthy pauses had been filled with an invitation he could never quite get out, and you didn't want to fill in the blanks yourself.

He's dozing, already mostly asleep, by the time you can even answer him. So, instead you stroke softly at his hair, watching as his whole body suddenly gives in to sleep, giving him a final kiss on his cheek, and whispering in his ear;

"Ask me again in the morning, Birthday Joel. Ask me then, and I'll say yes."

In the morning, when you're both sipping coffee and Joel is nursing a hangover the likes of which he's never seen, you don't expect him to keep to words he was too tired to hear. But, he does, not meeting your eye as the words he was never brave enough to say until last night come spilling out once more.

And, just like you said you would, you say yes.

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[trashfangirlsworld]

Hello! I've been inactive due to the current events in the mcyt community, but I've been keeping up with the qsmp admin situation and I thought I'd share some opinions because the amount of doomposting I've seen the last few weeks has been more than I've seen in any fandom in a while and I feel like it's reached the point where people really need to chill the fuck out because they're not thinking straight and actively not helping. Everything I'm gonna say is based on stuff I've seen on both tumblr and twitter.

they should not promote/release merch! : one of the things that baffles me the most tbh; how do you expect any employee to be payed then? Merch is so far the only big source of income for the server besides q's own cc salary or whatever income they get through the official qsmp channel on twitch and youtube (which I don't think is a lot). "I get that they said they have no funds, but still it doesn't feel right"... sorry but at this point I don't know what to tell you, do you expect them to pull money out of their asses? You can't demand that they stop making merch and then complain that they can't afford the twitter admins at the same time. If you don't feel comfortable buying anything from them it's fine obviously, but if your reason for it is that you're helping the admins then I have bad news for you. I have seen people propose that quackity sets up a patreon, and while I think it would be a good idea, I understand why he's not doing it, since with the merch he can at least give something back to the people that choose to support his project instead of people just giving him money for free, especially with what's happening now. Also with how much hate he's been receiving simply for the merch I can't imagine that a patreon would be recieved well.

we don't know if the money is going to the admins/ they should not use pomme's likeness! : the money is definitely going to go to the employees and admins because otherwise the server would not last. And as much as I understand people feeling protective over pomme's admin, quackity studios is very much allowed to sell merch of the character because it is not the likeness of the admin, it's a minecraft model made by the people that work there. Would you have rathered they skip her character entirely? Do you really think that would have been okay?. Also correct me if I'm wrong, but I've seen posts and tweets saying that pomme's admin has been confirmed to come back with the other eggs whenever it happens by pierre, who talked with her admin.

the admins of the update accounts got fired, it means they want to fire everyone, they aren't making things better! : it sucks that the updates accounts had to end and I feel bad for every twitter admin that clearly cared a lot about the project, but unfortunately it had to happen if there simply isn't enough money to pay them adequately like they deserved and ultimately the update accounts were not essential to keep the project going, so it makes sense that they were let go unfortunately. This is not gonna be the case for the egg admins because if they got fired (which they didn't), the server would basically end. Just because a cc does not know when they will be back does not mean it's not gonna happen. Just because tubbo randomly said that he's not sure if they will be back does not mean they were fired; tubbo is normally not a reliable source of information, even less so when he's been live nonstop for the past 20 days, which is prior to everything happening. If you genuinely didn't expect a reduction in non essential staff considering everything, then you have unreasonable expectations on how this stuff goes. As I write this, I'm seeing people saying that "they would understand this decision if q had set up a patreon to pay the admins", and once again I don't understand how people don't realize why quackity might not be keen on the idea of having his fans pay his own employees for his own project instead of, you know, doing it himself; and, again, do not fool yourself into thinking it would be recieved well. That being said, it's fair to criticize how everything was communicated to the admins, but I'll get to this in more detail later.

quackity should not have uninstalled social media, he's trying to avoid everything! : he's not avoiding anything, he's been off social media for a while now, which is why it took him that long to remove wilbur from the server. He has every right to not want to look at social media, as his focus should be on restructuring his server instead of doomscrolling on twitter because people think he needs to see how much people dislike him. The only people that he should talk to are those that have important information to tell him, like josè with the document. He explicitly said on stream where to contact him if you have helpful information and I'm sure that despite multiple well liked posts saying not to spam his email, people are definitely doing it anyway, which is probably gonna slow the whole thing down even more. I hope josè's document is able to be seen with pierre's help as well.

quackity studios is not communicating with their employees and leaving them in the dark and that's not okay : I agree with this. i think a huge chunk of doomposting lately has been due the lack of communication not with the audience, but with the admins, and they deserve to know what is happening behind the scenes more then us since this is about their current or future job.... that being said, I do kind of understand why they're being so secretive and shutting everyone out, and that's due to all the "leaks" that have been spread online. I understand the anger but I really wish some people would realize that discussing leaked bts lore stuff in ccs discord servers does not help the situation at all and instead makes it seem like they're only doing this to rile up the fandom against quackity studios by using the lore of people's fav characters.

At the end of the day, I think people just aren't used to dealing with a situation that does not have a clear cut solution and someone to clearly hate, so the result is this doomposting and the over aggressiveness toward anything related to the project. Personally, I haven't witnessed anything that made me lose faith in the qsmp like some people have been saying, as every change that we've seen so far coincides with what quackity said on stream a while ago. I only wish things were communicated properly to the admins clearly, as they're the ones most affected, so I hope that's resolved soon. Ultimately quackity is singlehandedly restructuring the server from basically zero, has had to fire people that were misusing money and power and, depending on what josè's document said, is probably gonna have to fire some more. This is not an easy process, nor a quick one, you're not gonna hear about sunshine and rainbows for a while and doomposting about everything you hear because you expected quick change is useless. Think before you speak, have a clear head and most importantly have empathy.

[pinkyqil]

Hello can I request a hc of mischievous r and mapi and how they drive each other mad with poor ingrid often caught in the crossfire... Thank you for your fic

Mischievous reader x mapi x Ingrid

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A/n: You definitely can but instead of headcannos here's a mini blurb cause your request gave me and idea for this I'll definitely do individual hcs for this request hops you enjoyed fic update should come on Monday

Ingrid was often found between you and mapi's problems. when most of the times she wants peace and doesn't even wants to be dragged in your crossfire with mapi every now and then but if she didn't they wouldn't be peace at home and today was one of those day where there's no peace.

"Ingrid mapi just ate my chocolate and won't give me money to buy a new one". You yelled out.

"¿Por qué debería comprarte uno nuevo cuando bebiste el último trago de mi café favorito?". She said.

"I didn't drink your nasty coffee león".you told her knowing damm well saying her last name would get on her nerves real bad.

"tu cosita a quien le llamas león".She said

"Isn't léon your name or you've went ahead and changed it to engen".You told her making a remarks that you know has definitely been on her mind.

"Entonces estás actuando como una boca inteligente ahora, eh, veamos si te gusta si tienes la boca tapada con cinta adhesiva". She told you as she pounced herself on you taking you down from your spot beside Ingrid.

"Ingrid help me from your crazy girlfriend". You screamed out lound.

"loco eres el loco, ladrón de café". She said

"For the last time I didn't drink your coffee".you spat at her as you flipped her over giving you the opportunity to give mapi a few hits before you both started dragging each other on the floor like mad dogs.

Ingrid could only be flabbergasted on the water you both were acting concerning it wasn't her first time wachting you both act out.

"Definitivamente lo bebiste, ¿de qué otra manera tendrías tanta energía?". She yelled

"I always have energy your just mad that I'm young and pure". You said

"tu pura Chiquita no me hagas llorar ahora". She said as beging to laugh in your face.

"I'm going to kill you".you yelled back at her as you both counting to kick and grab each other.

It took Ingrid a whole hour to have you both sperated and calm.

"Okay both of you clearly need to cool off". She said trying to catch her breath as she continued to speak. "Firstly mapi i drank your coffee not chiqi and tomorrow I'll buy you both your chocolate and coffee so no more fighting in the house especially around bagheera. She said scolding you both.

"Si fuiste tú quien bebió el último trago de café, entonces está bien, puedo conseguirnos un paquete nuevo". Mapi told her girlfriend

"No way but if it was me who drank it you would have tried cutting off my head playing favoritism again". You said turning your back around mapi getting ready to leave there apartment.

"where are you going chiqi I thought you were staying the night and I still have to clean your wound. Ingrid called out

"Well since I'm not welcomed here I decided to go home and I can clean my wounds by myself". You told her before starting your water works.

"No baby your always welcomed to stay and mapi can sleep on the couch and we'll have the bed to ourselves okay". She told you

"If you say so then I'm staying".you told her

"¿Qué hice?".Mapi asked

"María don't start you upset chiqi enough today. Ingrid told her. You find yourself in Ingrid warm embrace as your turned to mapi making funny faces at her.

Translation :

Por qué debería comprarte uno nuevo cuando bebiste el último trago de mi café favorito - Why should I buy you a new one when you drank the last drink of my favorite coffee?

tu cosita a quien le llamas león - you little thing who are you calling león

Entonces estás actuando como una boca inteligente ahora, eh, veamos si te gusta si tienes la boca tapada con cinta adhesiva - So you're acting like a smart mouth now, huh, let's see how you like it if your mouth is taped shut

loco eres el loco, ladrón de café - crazy you are the crazy one, coffee thief

Definitivamente lo bebiste, ¿de qué otra manera tendrías tanta energía? - You definitely drank it, how else would you have so much energy?

tu pura Chiquita no me hagas llorar ahora - You pure? Chiquita, don't make me cry now."

Si fuiste tú quien bebió el último trago de café, entonces está bien, puedo conseguirnos un paquete nuevo - If it was you who drank the last drink of coffee, then it's okay, I can get us a new packet

Qué hice - what did I do

[steddieas-shegoes]

Modern AU where Eddie is a tech repair person at an apple store in Chicago while he tries to make it big with his band and Steve is a spoiled rich kid who is trying to cover up that he's been using his macbook to film for his OnlyFans or something similar and he needs that shit wiped.

Eddie is as professional as he can be, but can't help but be amused at Steve being worried that he's gonna see everything.

S: seriously, just wipe everything. nothing has to be saved. don't even look through each file. just start over. E: okay sure. but you know you could just buy a new laptop. S: my dad checks my credit card statements. E: okay, so tell him you bought it for a friend or something. S: just. can you wipe it? E: yeah i can.

Eddie doesn't let him know that he already has seen everything because of course he subscribes to S.H. and often leaves him bigger tips than he can afford. He doesn't even know why Steve does it since he's apparently rich, or his dad is.

It only takes a few hours to wipe it, and Eddie's grateful he managed to help Steve instead of his coworker who is a certified Creep ™️ who absolutely would have made sure to watch as many of the videos as he could first.

He calls Steve and leaves a message for him that it's done, but doesn't hear back and Steve doesn't come by. He does the same thing again the next day, and the day after that, starting to grow concerned.

He goes so far as to check Steve's OF page, just to see if there's an update, but sees it's been shut down, like it never existed.

He finally caves, does the most unprofessional thing he's ever done, and texts Steve's number from his own phone.

This is Eddie from the apple store. Your laptop's ready. Just want you to know after 30 days we usually get rid of unclaimed items.

There's no response.

But two days later, Steve comes into the store wearing sunglasses and a hat, clearly trying to hide.

When he takes off the sunglasses to sign everything, Eddie sees a healing black eye and swollen nose.

He isn't stupid.

And he suddenly feels extremely protective over him.

E: did your dad find out? S: find out what? E: about your online job? S: how do you know? E: I wasn't gonna say anything, and I swear everything got wiped without anyone including myself seeing, but I do subscribe to you and I recognized you when you came in. S, already having a panic attack: shit no. this is bad. okay you can't say anything about this to anyone. please. E: I wouldn't, I won't. but your dad found out didn't he? he did this to you? S: *nods* E: you safe now? S: *shrugs* E: need a place to stay? S: i've been saving. that's why i did this in the first place. so i can pay rent somewhere. E: I have a second bedroom at my place that just opened up. up to you.

And of course Steve takes it because he's desperate, and doesn't have real world experience with a lot of strangers, but has a good feeling about this.

Eddie finds that Steve is a very typical rich kid; ignorant to a lot of the world's struggles, but not an asshole despite his bitchy attitude sometimes coming out, thinks money can fix everything until Eddie shows him that apologies and a cuddle on the couch can be better.

Steve is so touch starved, he doesn't even realize the way he always folds into Eddie's side when they're just relaxing and watching a movie, or how he always lets his hand brush against his side or hand when Eddie gets home from work. Eddie helps him look for a job, and they find that he loves working at a daycare even though the money isn't that great.

They fall in love so easily, neither of them actually realize it happens until Steve comes home after a very long day before the Christmas holidays, covered in paint stains from crafts with the kids, and Eddie just welcomes him home with a kiss.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Home Again

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Most gods would be happy that they were back in the paradise realm after previously being banished and stripped of their divinity, but Fallen God!Ghost aches for you.

His nights are spent dreaming about you, the mortal who showed him what love was. He dreamt of sleeping beside you, kissing you, even cooking with you. He dreamt of your beautiful hair, your breathtaking eyes, your jaw-dropping smile. His dreams were filled with memories of your laughter, your smooth and lyrical voice.

Paradise realm is a paradise, sure, but nothing could compare to you. Your beauty outshines the paradise realm's, your presence calms Ghost in a way the paradise realm can never. The air was always lighter when he was around you, the colors of the world always brighter. You are his light, his world, and everything is dull without you.

He spends week after week searching for how to get back to the mortal realm and back to you. His power is potent, he can just teleport himself down to the mortal realm to see you but that doesn't seem like a satisfying answer to him.

Ghost would eventually have to leave you and go back to the paradise realm, forced to be able to only visit you from time to time. He didn't want that, he can't bear the thought of leaving you. Of sleeping in his own bed, alone.

He also couldn't make you a concubine of his, bring you to the paradise realm. It didn't feel right for him to ask you to leave everything you knew behind just so you could spend hours alone in his temple while he worked. You deserve better than that.

So what else was there to do?

It takes Ghost a few days to realize what he must do. What he has to do in order to see you again.

He is standing in God!Price's temple, all of the deities summoned there for the monthly update of what the pantheon has been doing since they last convened. He can barely hear what the others are saying, it being meaningless as his mind finally reaches an answer to his burning question.

"I'm stripping myself of my godhood and powers, permanently," Ghost says, interrupting the conversation.

The entire temple is silenced at once, everyone turning their heads to stare at Ghost in disbelief.

A god deliberately turning himself mortal? That was unheard of. It was absurd to even those deities who loved the mortals so much.

Price frowns, clearly thinking Ghost has gone mad. "Now, Ghost, let's think about this," he says, his words slow and carefully curated. "You can't just abandon your godly duties, you're the God of Warfare. If there's one thing that the mortals do the most, it's engaging in war."

Ghost scoffs. "My duties can easily be done by our Goddess of War," he replies, gesturing with his hand towards said goddess. "I no longer want to be a god."

His words ignite a flurry of murmurs between the other deities, all of them shocked beyond disbelief. They don't understand why he wouldn't want to be a god, especially after centuries of hearing him look down on mortals.

"Is this because of the mortal you met during your banishment, {Name}?" Price asks, peeved now. "I hadn't thrown you down to them for you to fall in love with them, Ghost."

"No, you did it so I could learn the importance of mortals and I have," Ghost cuts in, his power flaring up as his anger spikes. This isn't up for debate. "I'm doing this no matter what any of you say, I was doing a courteous thing by giving you all a heads-up."

Price shifts in the seat of his throne, itching to get up and slap some sense into Ghost. "Enough of this, Ghost. You don't even know if they will take you if you're not a god. Perhaps that was the only reason they fell in love with you in the first place."

Ghost snarls in rage at the accusation and assassination of your character. "Even if that's the case, which I doubt it is, it is my choice. I'd rather spend the rest of my mortal life heartbroken if they turn me away than spend eternity aching for them," he says defiantly.

Immense power fills the temple, all of it Ghost's as he pools it all in his veins. Stripping himself of his godhood and powers is excruciating, the pain almost enough to stop him, but he keeps pressing on with the action.

It was worth it, for you.

"Someone stop him!" Price bellows at the other deities, but it's too late.

Just as God!Soap reaches for Ghost to try and stop him, Ghost's godhood and powers are stripped from him, his last act of being a god is to send his mortal form where it needs to be: at your doorstep.

His second fall seems euphoric, a laugh bubbling up in his chest as he falls through the clouds and lands on your front porch just like he had done months ago.

He looks to the side just as you open your front door, a smile gracing his lips at the sight of you. The weight on his chest is lifted, everything falling into place once more.

"Ghost?" You ask, surprised. You had thought you would never see him again. "Did... Did you get your godhood taken away again?"

Ghost stands with your help, his skin thrumming at the sensation of your hands on him again. "I took it away myself," he murmurs, breathless as he stares in your beautiful eyes.

Your face twists into confusion, which makes sense since he had been itching to be a god again the first time he fell. "Why?"

"For you, love. I couldn't bear to live eternity without you," Ghost says, secretly nervous that you won't take him now that he's not a god. "I love you, {Name}."

"I love you too," you reply, making him relax. You step closer, happy that this isn't a dream. "I don't care that you're not a god anymore, I only ever wanted you."

"You will always have me, for as long as you will have me."

Ghost steps closer as well, reaching up to gently cradle your face between his hands. He can't wait for you to lean in as well, though you do so as he gently presses his lips against yours.

The kiss can only be described as heavenly, all of the noises of city life fading away until there was only the sound of you two kissing. It's so gentle and slow, Ghost savoring what it's like to kiss you. He pours every ounce of love into the kiss, needing you to be filled with his love.

It feels like you are kissing for hours before you both pull away for air. Your soft pants fill the air between you two, you smiling at him.

"Come on," you say, gently grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers together. "Let's go inside and have dinner together."

Ghost nods and follows you inside the house that truly feels like home now. He lets you lead him into the kitchen, not even complaining about having to cook with you.

He had been a fallen god when he had first met you but now, he was neither fallen nor a god. He was just Ghost. A man you loved.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[genericpuff]

Ive read a few of your LO esaays (all of which are really well written!) But I was wondering something.

Many people talk about how Rachel loves the story Lolita, and has talked about it before, but nobody has ever shown screenshots. I was wondering if you had any or knew where to find any. This is just being curious, not doubting your statements

Ah so I actually responded to a comment just like this a while back on reddit with all the receipts (it was particularly someone who was claiming it was all "made up" because like you, they couldn't seem to get any proof of it, which is totally valid) so I just had to go and dig those back up haha

DISCLAIMER: I want to make it clear that a lot of people tend to run amok with these suspicious pieces of evidence towards Rachel either "thinking Lolita was a romance" or being a pedophile. I want to make it clear that I do not think any of this is proof towards either of these claims. I do not think that she blatantly thinks Lolita is a romance, or that she was trying to perpetuate pedophilia in any sort of way, just that she may have wanted to have her cake and eat it too by acknowledging the age gap but embracing it anyways as she does throughout LO. I think, at best, she's a terrible writer who's still using the things she liked when she was a teenager / young adult as inspiration without actually going back and re-analyzing those things with an updated 38-year-old viewpoint (as she does this with a lot of things, not just Lolita). Claiming that the following receipts is 'proof' of Rachel being some kind of sex pest / pedophile is at best not constructive at all for the real discussions to be had concerning LO's subtext, and at worst, a serious claim that can ruin someone's life if thrown around without cause. Let's please be responsible and level-headed in how we approach this topic.

Old MySpace + DeviantArt bios with her interests listed:

Her old art site where she labels herself as a "lolita vamp" artist:

Her intro post from a lolita-themed forum she ran:

She does express that it's not THAT kind of lolita, which I'd like to think she never intended in the first place, but it's really telling that LO still manages to be that kind of lolita in a lot of ways, to the point that there are many scenes in LO that feel a little too similar to scenes from the 1990's Jeremy Irons adaptation, such as seen here.

(the above image are song lyrics written about the book, Lolita)

Also despite Rachel saying it wasn't "that kind" of lolita, she still made it clear back in the 2017/2018 run of the comic on Tumblr that Hades is, indeed, a "grown ass man", and that Persephone is a teenager.

And of course the proof is in the pudding, the comic itself is well aware of Persephone's age:

(either Rachel has been using Apollo as a mouthpiece for criticism for years, or she seriously thought this was supposed to make Hades look like the better partner for Persephone because "look at how mean Apollo is" when... he's deadass spitting facts LOL)

As I mentioned in my disclaimer, I don't think Rachel herself is in any way a sex pest or a pedo or whatever you might jump to assuming. Rachel has a history of being inspired by things she watched when she was a child without ever actually going back to re-analyze it or ask herself if what she read was credible or real-

(this isn't the only proof there is of her behaving this way, there's also the fact that she was clearly a huge Disney fan as a child but never asked herself why those movies worked as a piece of written media).

So again, I think at best she's just sort of dated herself by not going to the effort of researching the things she was into when she was a child, she tends to just throw things in that she likes haphazardly without a single thought as to why they worked in the first place or whether or not they would work in LO. Though this is a bit of a saltier opinion, I think when it comes to the Lolita thing specifically, I have a feeling she never actually read the book, just sorta did that thing where she watched the movie adaptation from the 90's and assumed that counted as reading the book and so she put it down as her favorite book / Nabokov as her favorite writer.

But none of that speculation really makes much difference because the evidence is 20+ years old. What does matter is that despite her tastes being what they were 20+ years ago, they're still present in LO and it's not even subtle, there are so many times Rachel has outright said both within the comic and outside of it that Hades is a "grown ass man" and Persephone is a literal teenager. Her fans, of course, will still go to the effort of explaining it on her behalf ("they're gods! ageing isn't a thing for them!" "how old you are doesn't matter when you can be immortal!" "well she probably doesn't mean LITERALLY 19, just like, the god version of it..."), but you can't deny what's coming from the horse's mouth - Hades and Persephone are in a relationship based on an intentionally massive age gap. Regardless of what completely speculative parallels we can draw between H x P and that of Lolita's Humbert Humbert and Dolores using 20 year old MySpace bios as evidence, Hades and Persephone having a massive and intentional age gap is undeniable fact made canon by the creator herself, no matter how you try and slice it.

[starrynights-sunnyskies]

swipe, like, love, misa x reader

the swiping left and right of today's romance isn't everyone's cup of tea, and certainly not misa's. but modern times call for modern solutions.

or; misa sees green (and double)

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As Misa's eyes travelled across the room, she perked up when they landed on a surprising but nonetheless welcome face— you seemed a little different with your hair up in a sleek bun and a dark red shade coating your lips, but Misa loved it all the same. Without another thought, she excused herself and slowly waded through the people standing by to approach you, placing a hand on your shoulder to catch your attention in the loud and crowded room.

“Hey,” Misa's voice rose and she smiled softly, trying to hide her enthusiasm that made her feel a little too much like a teenager in love. She added a little swagger to her stance, wanting to downplay the amount of excitement she felt. She faltered slightly when you turned around, took her in, furrowed your brows and smiled unsurely, as if only out of courtesy, to not hurt the woman's feelings.

“Uh, hi.”

She took you in and nervously thumbed the rim of her glass, her throat suddenly going dry and words seeming to fail her. It had been an expected reaction of hers. Your sheer beauty and the reminder of your night together did that to her, but she mostly felt like that because something was… off. You seemed standoffish, not keen on the idea of talking to her. Your eyes displayed no warmth and your eyes didn't light up with your smile, like the one you'd given her upon first meeting. Even your voice wasn't warm like she'd remembered. It was rather high and icy, laced with the slightest hint of annoyance and confusion.

Your eyes quickly flitted around, as if to try and diffuse the awkwardness by ignoring Misa would work.

“How have you been?” Misa tried. It seemed the wrong thing to ask, clearly, as your head snapped back to her, your face displaying your unease. God, why had she decided to say something so casual yet so stupid to the woman she only knew because they’d slept together? As if Misa knew of your day-to-day life enough to be given an update on it. Of course, you would rather run than stay. It was awkward enough to think about. She couldn’t blame you. Maybe she shouldn't have approached, but the second she'd seen you, her feet had taken the lead.

She watched you rear your head back from looking for a quick escape, taking Misa in again to dig through your memory, “Do I know you?”

You didn’t remember her.

Either that, or you didn’t want to remember her, but rather forget about her than reminisce about your night together. Misa didn't know what was worse.

You were still a stranger to her, so she couldn't blame you for not wanting to entertain the thought of having her in your life any further than your one night. No strings attached... just a fun night, was what you had agreed on, what Misa had been looking for when downloading that damned app anyway. You hadn't texted her after leaving her place the morning after, and she hadn't dared to either, no matter how much she'd wanted to, afraid she would cross boundaries or come across as eager or loved up. Aside from having been able to release her frustrations and pent-up desire during a fun and steamy night, you'd given her something else than one of the greatest orgasms of her life— you'd given her... well, a crush. Now, she realised that hadn't been the case for you too. It made her wince at her own foolishness and optimism.

Horrified, Misa tried to downplay her grimace, “I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have…” She glanced over her shoulder, back where she'd come from, "I-I should go."

She watched you take a sip of your drink, nodding slightly and side-eying her as you turned back to your group, the conversation clearly now about her as six sets of eyes watched Misa leave.

"Misa..." An arm was slung around her shoulder, pulling her against her friend's chest, "You clearly need to work on your game. Because that was... a pathetic attempt, to say the least." Sofie looked at her with sympathy as she pulled her friend to look around the terrace, "Plenty more fish in the sea. So don't go for the straight girls."

"She's not straight," Misa replied, a little defensively, but not unkindly. For she knew you weren't, not entirely. You simply couldn't have been straight with the kind of enthusiasm and greed you'd answered her advances with.

Sofie merely snorted.

Wanting to reassure herself that she hadn't been a fool to crush on a straight girl, Misa added, "She's not. She can't be." Her brows were set in a determined fury to back her claim, displaying the confidence in the knowledge she held.

Sofie's brows furrowed as she watched, slowly putting the pieces together as they aligned in her mind— from Misa telling her she had been feeling rather lonely lately, to the advice Sofie had given her to just put herself out there and find women with likeminded motivations and needs...to talking about the woman she'd met and-

"Oh my-" Sofie slapped a hand in front of her mouth, shielding the dramatic gasp that left.

"What?"

"Oh my god! You two... right?! That's her." Sofie set her drink down, too excited in her movements to not let the liquid slosh over the rim, "She's the woman! The one you said gave you the biggest and best and-" Misa slapped her hand across Sofie's mouth, stopping the rest from coming out. People were standing around them, chatting and laughing, the mix of the waves and the soft music coming from the speakers filling the deck of the beach restaurant, but Sofie's voice had still been too loud. Sofie batted Misa's hand away and leaned in, conspiratorially,

"It all makes sense now; how you walked up to her with that look in your eyes."

Misa scrunched her face in disgust, hating how she'd apparently been too obvious in her pursuit, "So, she can't be straight."

"Because she was way too enthusiastic for that?" Sofie wiggled her eyebrows, implying something, hard, but Misa was not amused, and her friend could tell. Immediately, Sofie schooled her features and sat the two of them down.

"Tell me what happened again?"

"Just now or before?"

"All of it."

And so Misa did, recounting how you had matched on a dating app, how you'd instantly clicked and how things had suddenly fallen perfectly into place for her to ask you to meet up. She'd felt awkward while typing out her question though, like some frat boy who was too hormonal to hold a conversation with a girl and not think about her boobs or what she'd look like underneath all those clothes. She'd been afraid the question had turned you off, that it had made things awkward and would have you ghost her. However, Misa was pleasantly surprised when you agreed. She'd never expected you to reply so nonchalantly to it, as if it was the most normal question she could've asked you, standing in the same line as what's your drink of choice or do you have any siblings. Or, perhaps you'd already expected her to, which filled her with the slightest bit of shame, for she hoped her true need hadn't shone through already with the first message she'd sent. Though, yes, she'd downloaded the app for a quick fuck, she had honestly liked talking to you. You were different from the other women she'd matched with. You'd been able to match her energy, to keep her on her toes and to have her think of you the second her phone would ping. You'd made her laugh at her screen while reading the messages you'd left for her while she was at work, and you'd managed to enter her mind at random moments during the day.

It was safe to say that after her risky question, she was waiting for the inevitable shift in your back-and-forth messages, but it didn't happen. And Misa counted that as a good thing. You'd agreed on a day and time and she'd texted you her address, something that had immediately filled her with dread right after. What if you were catfishing her as a crazy fan or were a stalker and now knew of her address? But you'd shown up, fifteen minutes earlier than expected, which had Misa scrambling some mess into cupboards that she'd forgotten to clean. Maybe it had been for the better that you'd shown up earlier than agreed upon, because Misa had been worrying enough as it was already. Would she open the door, let you in, and then... well, then what? Would you want a drink first or would you want to go straight to the bedroom? Wouldn't that be weird? Did you want to get to know her a little first? Talk some more? Want her to ask you about your day to ease your nerves? Or was that the last thing you wanted to think about and would that ruin whatever vibes you were trying to set?

It seemed as though you'd sensed her uncertainty, and realised she was trudging in uncharted waters, when you had smiled at her, widely and kindly, and gave her two kisses— one on each cheek. You oozed calmness, at least you were trying your best to, but had been panicking all day long. It had gotten the best of you when you'd stepped into the shower a little over an hour ago, when the realisation had set in off why you were currently in there to begin with. When really, the nervous flitters had bounced beneath your chest and against your stomach whenever you'd thought about the day nearing all of last week.

"Didn't know what your drink of choice was, but-" Misa took a peek inside your totebag, seeing two piccolo bottles of wine, some beer bottles, a coca cola and a smoothie of sorts. "-not that I didn't think your fridge would be empty but-" You stopped, swallowed your words, then grinned at her again, realising you had broken the illusion that you weren't freaking out.

Adorable, Misa thought, as it seemed she hadn't been the only one feeling a little nervous, after all.

"You just wanted to get rid of this from your own cupboards, didn't you?" Misa looked back up at you, a cheeky grin tugging at the corners of her lips, falling back into the easy banter she'd had with you for the last month through text.

"Guilty." You joked along, but your laughter died down when you realised you were still standing on her doormat and that she was checking you out. Unashamedly. You'd put in a little effort, wanting to look as nicely as you could. Not only because of the woman you'd agreed to see, but also because you wanted to feel good, too. And if you were really going to do this, which you still couldn't believe, you needed all the extra support in the right direction to give you some confidence. You knew the scent of your shampoo and body lotion were still lingering around you after your recent shower. Even if you couldn't care less, simply because you loved their scents, you still hoped that she didn't hate them.

She reached her hand for you to shake, "Misa."

"Y/N. Thank you for being exactly who you were on your profile." You chuckled.

"Because else the deal would've been off?" Misa didn't know where the sudden surge of bravery had come from, perhaps it had been after sensing your disarming energy, that had thankfully not just been clinging to you through texts, or how she could feel you were still testing out the waters, not too sure about taking the upperhand just yet.

"No, but it will be if you keep me standing on your doorstep." You shot back, your playful quips finally making their entree in real life. There was a glimmer of amusement in your eyes, and Misa immediately opened the door for you to walk in.

She guided you to sit on one of the bar stools behind her kitchen counter, finding the setting of the couch a little too awkward. Too much thought would go behind on whether to sit next to you or give you some space. But what was too little space and what would be too much? So, the kitchen it was.

She watched as you set down your handbag, then pulled the drinks out of the totebag in your other hand.

"Do you want an extra bladder to go with all those drinks, or would a glass suffice?"

You only rolled your eyes, ignoring her question as you placed the drinks you'd brought in a line, "Pick your poison."

Misa smiled, eyed the beer bottle and caught it as you slid it across the counter towards her.

"I knew you wouldn't go for the smoothie. More for me, then."

She shook her head and watched as you sipped from it, "I drink enough healthy smoothies everyday. Sometimes I just want a little reprieve from that healthy lifestyle."

"If you want to eat burgers and drink milkshakes all day, who's stopping you? You look good, you can have a cheat day now and then. "

"I'm a professional athlete."

This seemed to pique your interest, and Misa added, "Football. I'm a goalie."

"Are you serious?"

"As can be."

Your eyes narrowed and you leaned in, teasing her, "Are you just saying that to impress me?"

"No... but hey, if it's working?"

"It is." You answered, resolutely, nodding to yourself, "My sister is a physiotherapist for athletes, and she treats a lot of footballers. She says it's rewarding to help someone get back in shape, but I'm pretty sure she only chose it so that she could ogle their eight packs and maybe have one of them wife her up," You rambled, letting your nerves chat for you, "It's a demanding lifestyle, isn't it? Without your body in proper shape, you're done for."

"Yeah, it is," She nodded along, "I don't really mind it that much. And the added strength and stamina are welcome, too." She took a swig of her beer, eyeing you while she did, not recognising who she was becoming around you— bold and unapologetic in voicing her desire. Wow, was this what she was like after months without any action?

She knew you'd seen her admire your body mere moments before, but you had barely seemed to react to it, and going by the way the conversation was turning to one of smalltalk, she needed to make it known she was still into your originally agreed upon plans.

"Right." You all but gulped.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so blunt."

You waved her off, hand falling on hers across the counter, "No, I'm being weird," You sighed, "I haven't really... ever done this... before, you know? And it's clear you have and I don't know what to do and I don't want to do the wrong-"

"I haven't."

"You haven't?" You eyed her, uncertain, hoping to catch her in her lie, but she looked at you with sincerity in her eyes.

"No, never."

"But you seem so relaxed. Like you know what you're doing and how it's going to happen."

"I have as much of a clue as you do," She shrugged, "I guess it's because of you."

"Because of me... Right..." You mumbled out, absentmindedly, thoughts wandering and eyes flitting to the many photos stuck on her refrigerator. You let her answer sit with you a little. "Why me, though?"

Misa tilted her head, unsure of where you were going with this, "What do you mean?"

"Why me? Why am I the first?" Instantly, you shook your head, not wanting her to answer with anything along the lines of simply because you were willing, "Wait, don't answer that."

"No? You don't want the ego boost?" Misa quipped, her tone light and her eyes looking at you with newfound ease. She knew she needed to keep the conversation lighthearted after sensing your clear uncertainty. She felt a little bad how your insecurity made her feel a little more confident, making her feel less of a need to stress out now that neither of you two had any clue.

"You're obviously a gorgeous woman. And we both aren't looking for anything serious either. I guess I just... felt comfortable when we talked through the app. Comfortable enough to do this. I hoped that would be the same for when we met up. And it is," Misa waited a beat before asking, "Why did you say yes?"

The two of you stared at one another for a few seconds. You answered her question in your head, coming to the exact same conclusion, as Misa tried to find the answer in your eyes.

Misa furrowed her brows when she saw you purse your lips in contemplation, "Hey, we don't have to do this. If all this will be is a fun night with some drinks, then I'm cool with it, too. I don't want to do things if either one of us isn't fully comfortable. There's zero pressure from me, okay? You can go home whenever you want."

Of course, having some drinks with a stranger-turned-acquaintance wouldn't satiate the pent-up desire she'd felt for months now, and what she'd failed to relieve on her own, but she would never want someone to cross a boundary, not for their own sake, and certainly not for hers.

Your answer was immediate, and it surprised her a little.

"No." You shook your head, "I still want it."

Misa's eyes followed you as you stood up from the stool, walked around the counter and up to her. Her back hit the counter as you now stood in front of her, eyes set in an emotion she had yet to decipher. Was it lust? Concentration? Need?

With your thumb and index finger, you pulled the bottle of beer from her hand and put it on the counter behind her, not losing eye contact as you leaned into her with the movement. Misa inhaled sharply, her senses intoxicated when the scent of your body wash enwrapped her. She could feel the warmth radiate off your body and her skin tingled where you touched her underarm.

It was as if a switch had flicked on inside of you, as if the adorable chuckling woman with a bag full of drinks to break the ice had been replaced by a version of you that had only shadowed you up until it had been able to fully take over, leading with a desire and fervour that was new, but very welcome.

"I promise." Your voice was merely a whisper, wanting to whisk away any remnant of doubt still lingering in Misa.

Misa didn't know what to do— if she were to reach out and put her hands on your waist to pull you closer or wait for you to make the first move.

"I'm a grown woman, I know what I'm agreeing to, and I want this. With you." She saw the flame fade out in your eyes momentarily when you took a step back, "Only if you want the same."

Misa nodded, breathlessly, saw you still wanted an audible answer, and added, "Yes, I want this with you."

She noticed the soft pink starting to dust your cheeks at an alarming rate and cleared her throat, "What do you... How should we-?"

"I don't know," You breathed out, your eyes having followed Misa's every movement from her widening eyes to her tongue licking her lips, "Maybe we shouldn't... like... go all out yet? I mean, we'll have sex, of course, but... we should make sure we're comfortable and feel safe with each other for the first time? Get to know each other's bodies a little?" Your cheeks turned to an even heavier shade of pink, feeling the embarrassment eat you up. It had been a while since someone had touched you last, and it had left you starved for someone's attention. Hell, you were willing to go to bed with someone you weren't dating for the first time in your life, that was how much you missed the intimacy of the moment. All you wanted right now was someone to take care of you, to feel fingertips grazing your body, to let someone's warm breath fan against your sweaty skin and to fucking cum. And when your needs would be satiated, you'd return the favour with a hungry intention to show how thankful you were. You already couldn't wait to hear the sighs and whimpers and other filthy sounds fill the room as proof you hadn't yet lost your touch to make someone come undone. The mere thought of it all was already making you pulsate and grow hotter by the second.

Misa nodded at your suggestion, zoning out as her mind started to drift off to the images and sounds that entered her mind— ragged breathing and low groans and moans, hooded eyes, breasts bouncing, palm clashing against skin, hair stuck to sweaty foreheads, fingers digging in and out and tongue licking against warm wetness. She shook herself out of it when she felt a sudden sharp twitch of arousal between her thighs. However, your words echoed within her— ...for the first time, you'd said. She couldn't remain looking unperturbed at your casual mention of it perhaps not being a one-time thing after all. She swallowed, "Yeah... yeah, I'd really like that." She cleared her throat, "Is there something that you-"

"Just make me feel good and wanted and safe." You blurted out, "Stop or slow down when I ask you, and please also tell me when I do something you don't like... and don't hold back in telling or showing me what you want or need. I want it to feel good for both of us," You rushed out, wanting to get it over with.

"I want that too."

"And my safe word is raisin."

"Raisin?" Misa cocked her head to the side, smiling slightly when you playfully narrowed your eyes at her jab, "Mine's...um-"

"You don't have one?"

"Isn't stop clear enough as it is?"

Playfully, you rolled your eyes, "No. I've muttered that subconsciously when I definitely didn't want them to stop, and you can get confused when you hear don't stop." Misa's cheeks flushed, thinking of those two begging words coming out of your mouth.

"You need a word that you normally would never say during sex. Something that sticks out."

"Duck."

"That sounds too much like fuck."

"Um, what about red then?"

"The traffic light system?"

She nodded, "Red is stop immediately, orange is slown down, be careful or change what you're doing...and green is we're good to go."

"That's... way better." You nodded. Misa's hands went to rest atop your hips when you crossed the distance again. You gave her a crooked grin, "I'm green."

"Seeing green already?" She smiled and pulled you flush against her by your lower back, trapping a lock of hair behind your ear, "Green it is then."

You had then latched onto her, arms locking around her neck and lips finding hers in an intense kiss filled with a heady feeling of craving and urgency.

She relived it again as she told Sofie about her night with you, leaving out what had happened afterwards, even if the things that had happened still played in her mind every other day. Her heartbeat picked up in pace as she remembered how you'd sounded reaching your high while bouncing on her lap, then the hums and groans you'd made afterwards in between her legs. God, she could feel the ghost of your touch all over her skin. Your lips, your fingertips, your hair tickling her thighs as she'd held you there until she was spent.

She swallowed, "Then in the morning she went home and I never saw or heard from her again."

"She stayed the night?!" Sofie scoffed playfully.

Misa scowled ever so slightly, "What was I supposed to say? Oh, we just fucked each other's brains out for hours, but please, there's the door?! I have manners, Sof. I didn't want her to go out alone at night, feeling depleted and overwhelmed."

Sofie's face softened, "Forgot it was your first time having a one-night stand. People aren't usually that accommodating. But hey, it's good that you did that," Sofie squeezed her arm, trying to soften the blow she'd hit her with next, "But from all that you told me, it seems you actually met properly and talked for a month through texts, and she stayed the night, so there's no way she doesn't remember you. You usually don't even know your one-night stands. It's fuck and go. You talked to her before getting to that point. She's no stranger."

Misa puffed out a breath, hating being reminded by the obvious rejection.

"How was she in the morning? Weird? Off? Distant? Quiet?"

"Peaceful. I don't know what else to call it. She was calm. Soft." She recalled the morning, how you'd kindly refused her offer for breakfast after having taken a quick shower, saying you'd have brunch with friends, but had accepted a cup of tea before leaving her place. You hadn't told her you'd text her again. Granted, she hadn't said it either. Misa had assumed it had been a given, though, because you hadn't just had casual sex... even if it should've been. You'd connected the second she'd looked at you with a kind of care and softness she typically only held for her partners. It was insane, Misa was well aware. The curse of lesbian sex was that you could fall all in incredibly soon, and apparently, all it had taken for Misa was one month online and one night in the flesh.

As she sat there next to her friend, Misa realised she'd already started to fall for you throughout that month of texting. It left her feeling empty— shoulders slumped, head down and nibbling on her bottom lip.

"You really liked her, didn't you? I'm sorry, Misa." Sofie sighed, sensing Misa's turmoil and conflict, but mostly her hurt, "You didn't deserve the way she treated you."

"She just seems like an entirely different person. There's absolutely nothing familiar about her besides her face." Her eyes found you standing among the group of people again, laughing and chatting away, poking the chest of the guy beside you with a rueful smile, "I wish I knew why she acted the way she did. Like she didn't remember me at all."

Misa watched as you clung to the muscled upper arm of the tall man next to you, how you were glued to him as if he was your lifeline, how you flicked your lashes at him when he looked at you. She froze in horror and crumbled apart when you kissed him.

"There you go— there's your answer. She was probably curious and agreed to sleep with you. She didn't text you again because she wasn't into women after all." Sofie tried to relativise.

"But she was."

"How do you know? Did you talk about it afterwards?"

"No, we didn't really say anything. But it wasn't awkward. I just know."

"You just... know?"

"It was a vibe."

"I don't like stereotyping or judging or guessing and all that, but look at her-" Sofie nudged Misa to face your way again, "-It's like all she wants to do is feel him up, count the packs on his stomach and be his princess for the rest of her days. You can't fake that kind of admiration or lust. My gaydar isn't going off either, and it's the best one out there, I can usually clock them from miles away."

Misa knew it was uncalled for, that it wasn't her right or place to feel this way, but she was seeing green as the guy pulled you against his chest like she'd pulled you against hers, how his lips roughly pushed against yours and how you kissed back with the same kind of fervour you'd kissed her that night, over and over and over again.

"I just genuinely liked her." Her voice was small, and Sofie squeezed her arm.

"She's an idiot, clearly. I don't want to be harsh, but I'm saying this because I love you— it's best to just forget about her."

Misa curled her lips into a pout, clearly still hung up on the awkward and hurtful interaction of moments before. Sofie saw the downward spiral of thoughts appear in her friend's eyes and wasn't going to stand by and let that happen.

"Want to get out of here? I never like having to show our faces at these kind of events anyway. I just came because I knew they'd have good food. Come, we'll get Vicio." She stuffed another amuse bouche in her mouth before hooking her arm through Misa's, "This way, chica."

However, Misa kept standing, not budging an inch and not letting Sofie tug her away.

"No, I'm not letting her scare me away. We're staying."

Sofie's face fell, and she whined, "But... Vicio?!"

"We'll get that after I've talked to her."

"Misa, no. Let it go." Sofie rubbed her temples, wanting to stop her from falling into the trap of getting hurt even more and more.

"I can't."

Sofie's features softened and she gave her friend a tight-lipped smile, "You did the one thing you shouldn't do with a one-nighter, didn't you?"

Misa didn't meet Sofie's eyes, but Sofie was right— she hadn't been able to keep her end of the no-strings-attached deal. She'd done the one thing she shouldn't have, the one thing that was a downfall in queer one-night-stands— and that was to fall in love with the woman you had sex with, no matter how good the orgasm. Going to bed with another woman was an all-consuming tender experience, something you couldn't half-ass, something you couldn't only be present for in body, something that devoured every single cell in your body and held your heart, head, soul and being in a tensed hold. And it clearly wasn't something Misa had been able to do without letting herself start to care.

It was supposed to be sex and sex only. With her tight schedule, it was insane to think she'd bump into a potential girlfriend anyway, and she didn't want to put a woman through the chaos of her life, nor did she want her relationship to feel like a chore on top of her career. But she'd missed the connection made during sex, the tender exchange of souls, the being in the moment with someone on the same wavelength. With her legs twitching and her insides coiling fiery hot not because of what was done to her, but because of who was making her feel it all. She'd missed someone touching her just as much as she'd missed the feeling of someone coming undone because of her. And she'd desperately been wanting a release of the constant ache between her thighs, simple as that.

Sofie saw the determination on Misa's face. It was clear there was no talking her out of it. As stubborn as Misa was, Sofie had to let her try and get her closure if she thought she needed it in order to move on. That didn't mean she couldn't stop her friend from making a fool of herself, though.

"You're not going to approach her right now, are you?"

"I'll wait until I can pull her aside." Misa's tone was cold, like she'd already made up her mind about the woman she'd daydreamed about for a few weeks, and she just needed to state her piece now.

So, she stayed put and watched you throw back glass after glass, your resolve crumbling by the minute, making it very clear you weren't drinking a fruit smoothie this time. She almost started to feel bad for needing to whisk you away later in your current state, if you hadn't made her feel bad earlier that night.

Sure, she could understand that you didn't want to talk about your night with others around, or talk about it at all, and she could even be sensible to the fact you probably hadn't expected her to be there, but your reaction hadn't been born out of surprise and the uncertainty of what to do with the situation... you'd managed to seem genuinely puzzled and unaffected. A hint of unease had even crossed your features. It had hurt Misa, a lot.

And as the crowd thinned throughout the following hour, Misa finally found her moment when she noticed you were saying goodbye and walking off the deck, towards the carpark.

"Go tell 'er!" Sofie gave her a curt nod and watched Misa disappear from the terrace.

She didn't know how you did it, walking through the pebbles of the carpark with your insanely high heels and the imbalanced walk of your buzzed self. A thought of worry flickered through her mind as she thought of how you were going to get home, but she pushed it aside.

"Y/N!"

It infuriated Misa even more when you didn't react when you clearly must've heard her with how close she was to you, and how quiet it was— aside from the car turning into the carpark. Misa picked up her pace and caught up, standing in front of you to stop you from taking another step forward.

She eyed you as you reared back, shocked at the suddenness of it all, then composed yourself. Biting back the snarl was hard, and your words hit Misa harder than she'd wanted them to,

"What?!"

Misa whistled low, "You're definitely showing your true colours now, aren't you?"

"Who are you?!"

"Seriously?!" Misa was fuming, and your bristling energy didn't affect her. At all. "You really hurt me back there, did you know? And fuck me, but I was kind of hoping we could talk like two normal adults about it now but it's clear you lack the capacity to do so."

"I've never seen you in my entire life."

"Oh, really? Because I think you've seen all of me pretty thoroughly." Misa let out a breathy chuckle, the insinuation loud and clear for even the stupidest of people.

Realisation seemed to dawn on you. Your brows softened, your mouth stood agape and you quickly waved your hands around, hoping to make whatever was going to come out of your mouth land with more emphasis.

"No, no, no. You think I'm Y/N, don't you?" Misa took in how you rubbed your temples and started to mutter, "It makes sense now. God, why does this keep happening?"

Misa scoffed and crossed her arms, taking a calculated step back as she eyed you.

"No, listen- you don't get it. We're twins. Identical. Whatever issue you think you have with me, you have with my sister— Y/N. I haven't seen you once in my life."

Misa's brows shot up to her hairline, clearly not falling for your ruse, "I'm sorry if I did something wrong, I'm really sorry, because I really liked you and I was picking up the courage to text you again. So when I saw you tonight... fuck, forgive me for thinking it would go any other way than you pretending to not know me."

"No- Listen, I'm as straight as a ruler. I'm telling you, it's my sister you're looking for. Wait, there she is."

"You know what? This was a mistake. You were a-"

"Everything alright?"

Misa turned around instantly, the lilt of your voice clearly contrasting with your sister's now that she had the two of you here to compare. She reared back, widened her eyes, and stood frozen in her place. Her eyes flitted from left to right a couple of times. Oh, no. She was seeing double, and it was already giving her a nausea and dizziness that came with the feeling of vertigo.

"Y/N, do you know this woman?" Your sister asked unsurely, having absolutely no clue what your history was and wanting to know if she needed to scream bloody murder or give you some space to talk out whatever the hell was going on.

Misa could only watch as your eyes raked over her, shocked at the sudden encounter and a little embarrassed at her seeing you less dolled up as when you'd first met. It was clear you had never expected to stumble upon Misa while out and about, and it took you a while before a gentle smile displayed across your face after the initial bashfulness and surprise had faded away.

"Hey, Misa. It's good to see you again. I mean it." Your voice was as soft as the eyes with which you looked at her. It rattled Misa. How could she had ever been so stupid as to believe that you would even think of pretending to not know her? Of course, you wouldn't be like that. She knew her gut feeling had been right about you. But damn, forgive her for thinking otherwise when she didn't know there were two of you walking on this earth.

She could now see the differences. It wasn't only the fact that your sister was dolled up and you were donning more comfortable clothing, but she noticed how your hair was the slightest shade darker than your sister's, how her features were a little harder than yours- though perhaps her makeup and contouring was to blame. But it was your sister's aura that greatly clashed with yours.

"Well, she clearly didn't think the same thing," Your sister muttered, still not sold on the idea of leaving you with the woman who had cornered her and spouted these harsh words her way. She pulled you to stand beside her, her hand not leaving yours.

You craned your head to look at Misa, curious, "Why?"

Your sister sighed, and you smelt the booze on her breath. You realised why you were here in the first place— to drive her back to your shared apartment, "The infamous switch-up."

Still confused as to why that would have made Misa unhappy to see you, you decided this was a conversation to be held without your sister. Besides, you didn't need her to know what you had been up to that time you'd been weird about where you'd been all night and morning.

You pushed the bundle of keys in her hands and gave her a look, silently communicating that you were all right, "I'll be right there."

"Okay, but can we go get Vicio's after?"

"If you pay."

"Fine."

Misa watched your sister walk away as you turned towards her, hands digging into the pockets of your jacket. You had no clue what had happened, and while that was perhaps for the better, Misa knew she had to explain it to you before your sister would talk about the weird encounter. But before she could, you had already taken the lead-

"Okay, so-" You took a deep breath, realising this was a moment that required you to be honest. It was as if it had been the universe's wish to have her appear in front of you so that you could overcome your fear and rip the bandaid off that had been festering ever since you'd last seen her, "I want to apologise. I've been an ass. I should've texted you, and I wanted to. I guess I was just a little taken aback."

Misa finally found her voice again, but it was small when she spoke, "Why?"

The tip of your shoe dug into the pebbles, scraping them aside, "About our night. At how it went."

Misa chuckled, dryly, almost afraid of the answer to even ask, "Good or bad?"

"Good! Really good, actually."

"And that surprised you?"

Startled, you blinked, "Hold up, why did you not text me?"

"I was busy." Misa winced at her own lie.

"I'm not one to judge, but shooting a quick text takes literally less than a minute, so that is no excuse."

Her voice was barely audible when she muttered, "Not if you keep overthinking what to text."

Her confession had you hitch the tiniest breath. Quietly, you wondered, "Would it have been something good or bad?"

"Good."

Misa nodded to herself, hands digging into her pockets, unsure what to say now that she had put her cards on the table for you to see. The ball was in your court now. She swallowed, dared to look up at you and widened her eyes when you blurted,

"It felt right. Right?"

"Very right." Misa agreed immediately.

It was silent again and Misa dared to take a step closer, "I don't know how people do one night stands if they're all like that."

Suddenly, you chuckled and shook your head, "It's weird, isn't it? We had sex before we properly knew each other and somehow I can't help but be drawn to you. Like... you. I want to know more about you. You've kind of been on my mind for weeks now, even before that night. You really intrigue me."

"So... it really was that good?"

A look was thrown her way, and she bit back her teasing smile.

"I... I wouldn't be opposed to do it again... but I'd love if it could happen after um-" Growing insecure, you stalled, thinking of your next words with a little more care, "-after we go out together somewhere. Get to know one another the... conventional way. You know?"

"A date?"

"Yeah. A date."

Misa stepped even closer, her hands finding yours and tangling your fingers together. She softly swung your arms from side to side as she looked at you, a cheeky grin on her face while inspecting your features.

"It's a green for me, right now. For a kiss," You tilted your head with a mischevous smile, clarifying, but furrowed your brows when Misa threw her head back and laughed.

"I already saw green earlier tonight," When she sensed the confusion on your face she quickly shook her head, "I'll tell you about it some other time."

Her thumbs softly padded across the furrow of your brows before leaning in and planting the softest kiss on your forehead. Then she went lower, planting one on your cheek and the corner of your lips. Before she could lean in for another one, you had already pulled her lips flush against yours. The practice you'd had that one night made the kiss effortless and instantly connecting within a matter of seconds.

Some people who'd left the restaurant laughed and chatted as they made their way to their cars. The disruption made you pull apart. Grinning like two cheshire cats, you held each other in your arms.

"We really did things out of order, didn't we?"

"We did. Reckon you'll propose to me before the fourth date?"

Misa beamed, "Fourth one, hm?" She placed a quick kiss on your lips, "I'm thinking before the third one."

You wanted to lean in again but it seemed your sister was too hungry to wait any longer— you heard the honking of your car from somewhere behind you,

"Want to tag along to Vicio with us?"

"I would... but I'm with a friend."

"Bring her along, my sister's paying anyway." You chuckled.

"Alright then, I might owe your sister an apology anyway."

Misa laughed, lifted her index finger to signal she'd be right back, and ran back to where she'd left Sofie. The blonde looked up as soon as she saw a radiating Misa hop back to her with an extra pep in her step. She glanced at her watch, realising Misa's sour mood had done a 180 in the span of five minutes.

"Oh no, don't tell me you fell for whatever bullshit she gave you. Misa, she hurt you, she'll do it again. They always do."

"Twins!" Misa squealed, "They're twins! Two of them! Exactly the same!"

"That's the biggest bullshit lie I've ever heard."

"No, I'm serious! I saw them! At the same time!"

Sofie went to sniff her drink, coming to the conclusion that the booze that was served at this party wasn't strong enough to hit Misa this hard this fast, "Did you drink too much that made you see double?"

Exasperated, Misa tugged Sofie off her seat and pulled her to the car park, where you were still waiting, beaming as bright as Misa was. Sofie took you in from afar— the bun, the heels and the dress were gone, and so was the fiery red lipstick. You couldn't have done that in five minutes.

And when she neared and you noticed her, walking up to her with your hand outstretched, she knew you were nothing like the icy woman who Misa had approached earlier that night. There was a certain warmth that radiated off you in bright beams, hitting her the second introductions were exchanged.

Misa and Sofie walked to their car later, promising to follow you and your sister to Vicio's.

Sofie leaned in,

"Beep, beep."

Misa made a face, chuckling in confusion when Sofie repeated herself.

"What's up?"

"That was my gaydar going off this time. Guess it still works, then." Sofie smiled brightly, "At least this one's proper into you, you were right after all."

Misa rolled her eyes, taking one last glance at you as your figure disappeared inside your car. Her phone in her pocket vibrated soon after, and she dug it out,

Drive safely to Vicio, because else I'll come and find you in the afterlife to get that date 😘

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© 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆.🖤

[eternalmoonlight18]

Please Please Please (Don't Prove 'Em Right) Chapter 6

Trafaglar Law x afab Female!Reader

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Chapter warnings: slight mentions of doing the nasty. MDNI!

Summary:

You are the Heart Pirates' beloved cook and sniper. However, you were also an insufferable troublemaker who always seemed to get on Law's nerves. He swears he's going to get rid of you one day, but as much as he hates it, why does he find you fascinating? Was it because you reminded him of someone he was greatly fond of?

As your relationship with Law grows, he only hopes you don't fucking embarrass him. After all, he has an image to uphold as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

This story starts off as short stories between (Y/N), Law and the Heart Pirates, then picks up into the One Piece canon timeline, starting from Punk Hazard. This is a slow-burn Law x Female Reader story!

Updates every Monday!

Cross-posted in Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57651295/chapters/146705491

Chapter 6: Chicken Feet

Chapter summary: You and Law leave the crew behind to journey to Punk Hazard. You meet Monet, but seeing Law and Monet together makes you uneasy. Chaos ensues when your jealousy reaches to new heights each time you catch them together.

A/N: HELLO! Thank you so much for your patience friends! Writer's block is gone and it's time to get rolling! This story is canon-compliant, but it's not going to follow the actual story 100%. This isn't proofread so yeah sorry lol

Also CW/TW: slight mentions of the nasty if you squint, use your imagination folks.

I also created a taglist. Let me know if you want to be a part of it!

wc: 4k

You were instantly hit with regret when you and Law stepped foot at Punk Hazard. It was a month since you and the captain dropped off the crew at Zou to assist him in his mission to stop Doflamingo, but you desperately wanted to turn around and return for them. But it was too late, and Law seemed amused with the sight of you shivering in the vast cold land of the half of Punk Hazard. 

"Wow, it's not that cold here," Law said sarcastically as he walked towards a large door by a mountainside. While keeping his head forward, you saw him look at you with a smirk on his lips. Annoyed by your captain's sarcastic remark, you stooped to the ground to grab a handful of snow and chucked it at the back of Law's black coat. The man chuckled, clearly unbothered by your tantrum.

"Shut up! If you told me that we would travel to the fucking Arctic, I would've dressed better!" you comically spat at him. 

"I told you (Y/n)-ya, you should've worn that boiler suit." the man tutted back at you.

There was no arguing that. You fought tooth and nail against your captain on wearing anything else but those damned boiler suits, and now you're paying the price for it. So you opted for a cute black fur coat that went down to your knees and black leggings, but it was not enough to keep you warm in the insane cold environment of Punk Hazard 

"I'd rather die than wear those ugly boiler suits! We're not with the crew anyway!" you argued back.

You and Law now stood in front of a giant steel door. With his slender finger, Law knocked on the door. A few seconds passed before the door scrapped open, revealing a pale white man with spiked black hair. He stood very tall, but he didn't have any legs as it was replaced with gas. His yellow eyes bore into you and Law before his lips turned into a sinister smile.

"Well well well! What do we have here? Shuorororo!" the man creepily giggled. "A warlord at my doorstep? I'm honoured!" Then he took a look at you who was behind Law, and his eery smile widened even more. "And you brought along a sweet treat!"

"Caesar Clown. I came here for some business with you." Law said with a calm demeanour. Although he spoke professionally, there was a slight tone of aggressiveness. "I've heard about your production in SMILE fruits and SAD and I'm greatly intrigued. So, I'm offering that we can be business partners, to help you with production and distribution."

"And why should I engage in a partnership with you?" Caesar questioned.

The tattooed doctor hummed before he gave his answer. "You can use my Warlord status as protection."

The pale man smirked, "I already work for a Warlord. I won't disclose his name, but the JOKER already compensates me well."

"What about extra protection from another Warlord?" you piped up behind your captain.

The two men looked at you. Law stared at you with amusement while Caesar held a bewildered expression.

"That doesn't seem to be a bad idea. Good thinking (Y/n)-ya." your captain said with praise. He then turned his head back at the gaslike man. "The JOKER may be a good employer, but he will backstab you Caesar-ya. But with me, I can be that backup plan just in case things go wrong with your little business, hm?"

"Little?! For your information, my work is greatly sought after! I am the second-best scientist in the world and my work and weaponry directly supply an Emperor of the Seas!" Caesar scoffed.

You stepped up and took your place beside Law. "More of a reason to partner with my captain! If all goes to shit with the production of SAD, who do you think is first to blame?" you piqued up.

That seemed to get the mad scientist thinking. "Well well. You're not just a pretty face after all. Shurorororo!" 

Even though you cringed at the compliment, you couldn't help but swell with pride, seeing that Law gave you a tiny smile of appreciation your way. 

"The two of you come inside! I'm warming up to this idea of being business partners with another Warlord..."Caesar started to ramble as he ushered the two of you inside the facility.

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You really wanted to go back to the Polar Tang now.

The facility wasn't bad at all. Everything was provided: space, a place to rest, and food. But you felt that something suspicious was going on and you couldn't figure out what it was. Law refused to tell you why he wanted to stay on Punk Hazard, but you understood it was all to avoid compromising the mission. He even exchanged his heart with Monet, another person staying in Punk Hazard, so that no one could betray one another.

Speaking of Monet, you hated the woman. Something about here didn't sit right with you, but you couldn't figure out why.

As you walked the laboratory corridors, you spotted that a research room had its door slightly cracked open. Curiosity got to you, prompting you to peek inside. Standing at the door, you touched your chest and muttered 'Calm'. With the newfound Devil Fruit powers you gained a month ago, you could take away sound from yourself and your environment. And it proved very useful now that you were peeking in this room.

There, Monet was sitting on a chair, writing notes on a desk. To her left, was Law, sitting on a couch to her right and Caesar was standing in front of him. They were engaged in a conversation, and you couldn't help but listen in.

"So, you're Trafalgar Law. Also known as the Surgeon of Death. You hail from the North Blue. You ate the Op-Op Fruit." she spoke as she was writing away.

Law glanced at her as she continued to speak. "You also brought your subordinate, (Y/n). A formidable sniper and a cook at the Heart Pirates. She hails from the East Blue. You said she ate a Devil Fruit recently but no information about its type."

Monet turned from her chair to face the two men to her right. "There are former prisoners that are on this island who were affected by a poison gas. Can you heal them?" she asked. 

Your captain continued to stare at her. Meanwhile, Caesar continued the conversion. "I'll let you and your subordinate stay here, so long as you assist me and don't tell anyone else about this lab. Are we clear Trafalgar?" 

"So be it. Also, you are not to tell anyone that (Y/n)-ya and I are here. That includes Joker alright?" Law said firmly.

A light giggle passed Monet's lips. "Caesar, I say that it's fine that he stays here. Besides, he's cute," she said as she threw a wink in Law's direction, much to his dismay. 

An unpleasant shiver went down your spine as your chest started to tighten. 

Now you really didn't like her. That was strike one. 

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 A week slowly went by as you and Law stayed at the Laboratory. You found out that there were children and giant children, who were staying at the lab because Caesar said he was finding a cure for them. Of course, you didn't believe him, and you took it upon yourself to find out that the kids were actually guinea pigs for Caesar and his messed up experiments. But with your given circumstance, you knew that Law had a plan to take down Caesar and the SAD factory, so it was a matter of being patient with him. So the most you could do right now was feed the kids and keep them safe. 

Tonight, you made the kids spaghetti and meatballs, and when you presented it to them in the Biscuit Room, which was where they were staying, they all cheered joyfully.

A small smile graced your lips as you watched the kids eat the dinner they made you.

"This is amazing (Y/n)!" a giant girl named Mocha exclaimed. She wolfed down her portions and reached out her bowl to you. "Seconds please!"

"Good thing I made two buckets full of spaghetti, you kids got big appetites!" you giggled as you gave the girl another portion. 

"I'm so glad you came here! The food you make is awesome!" A blond boy named Sind cheered.

The rest of the kids shouted with joy as they continued to eat. As you were serving the kids their second portions, you didn't realize that Law walked into the room and made his way beside you.

"Oh, hello Mr. Snow Leopard!" A giant kid named Konbu called out.

You turned your head to see your captain with a sour face. He was not fond of the nickname the kids had given him.

"Hey, Captain Snow Leopard. Fancy you seeing here." you teased.

"Don't be copying these brats too (Y/n)-ya, address me properly." he scowled. 

A cackle left your lips while you prepared a plate for him. "Oh, don't be mean. You know these kids are going through a hard time by being here, and we're the only ones decent enough to take care of them."

"You're forgetting that Monet takes care of them as well," he answered back as he reached out to take the plate of spaghetti from your hands.

The smile on your face fell as Monet's name was mentioned. Your grip on the plate tightened as Law tried to take it.

"I see that you're getting comfortable with Monet, are you captain?" you said in a high-pitched voice, laced with discontent. A smile appeared on your face again, but it was clear that you were irritated.

"I would like a plate of spaghetti please." your captain said as he tried to pull the plate away from your iron grip. 

"Hm, I don't feel like giving it to you now." you singsonged. You pulled the plate away from his tattooed hand and gave it to Mocha instead.

"Are you mad at me?" Law gritted, clearly irritated by your actions.

"I don't know Cap, did you do something to piss me off?" you shot back at him.

The doctor grabbed the collar of your black jacket and brought your face close to his. "Don't start this again (Y/n)-ya. If you have an issue then spit it out." he lowly said. 

You raised your right hand which was holding a pair of tongs, and smacked Law's head with it. The tattooed captain let go of his grip on you and proceeded to clutch his head as he stumbled back in surprise.

"You're a smart man, figure it out yourself!" you shouted at him. 

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Law shouted back.

The two of you grabbed each other's collars and started to hurl more insults at each other.

The children watched the quarrel between you and Law with amusement. They started to whisper amongst themselves.

"They're funny!"

"They remind me of my mom and dad. Now I miss them..."

"Wow, I've never seen (Y/n) this mad before, it's funny!"

You and the tattooed captain were butting heads until Monet made her way into the Biscuit Room.

"Time for your candy!" she called out. The kids dropped their plates and proceeded to run toward the green haired woman. 

Pulling away from your captain's collar, you started to clean up the plates and utensils littered on the floor. "There's your woman," you muttered while cleaning up.

"Hm?" Law said, "What did you say?"

"Hi, Monet! Did you want some spaghetti? I made some for dinner!" you called out while ignoring Law.

Monet made her way to you. "Oh, I would love some!" Then she looked at Law and smiled. "If you haven't eaten yet, would you like to join me for dinner Trafalgar?" 

Law 'tched' in response. In the corner of Monet's eye, she saw your face deepen into a scowl. The sight of you being mad made her smile

That fucking woman was pushing you buttons and she was enjoying it. The handle of the pot started to crack as your hand gripped as tight as ever in anger. However, you managed to shove down your emotions and flashed a fake smile towards her and Law. The doctor raised his eye in skepticism as he saw you set down the pot and prepare two plates of spaghetti.

"Oh, how nice would that be? Here you go! You two enjoy dinner!" you said with fake cheerfulness. Shoving the plates into their hands, you quickly scrambled to set the plates and pots into the rolling cart and sped out of the Biscuit Room. 

"Thank you (Y/n)! Your cooking is always delicious!" Monet thanked you.

The tattooed captain just stared at your back as you were leaving the room. He knew something was up with you. Sighing in exhaustion, he brushed your behaviour aside as he started to think about the mission he was currently in. 

Unbeknownst to Monet and Law, you were unbelievably angry and veins started to pop on your forehead as you made your way back into the kitchen. Heavy stomps echoed throughout the hallway as you angrily pushed the food trolley. With your hands tightly gripping onto the trolley bar, you took a deep breath and sighed. 

That was strike two. One more strike and you were going to beat both of their asses to the snowy grounds of Punk Hazard. 

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You heard that Law agreed to give Caesar's henchmen limbs. It was one of the conditions that Caesar implemented for you and the captain to stay at Punk Hazard, aside from exchanging the literal hearts of Law and Monet to prevent backstabbing.

So when you were walking across the halls of the laboratory and heard the deathly screams of grown men echo throughout, you weren't surprised. 

"Looks like the captain is performing surgery today." you giggled as you skipped along the hallway. Deciding that you wanted to see the disembodiment in action, you quickly followed the sounds of agony. But as you were nearing the door, the screaming suddenly halted. As you slowed down your pace, you quietly made your way to the door and heard light shuffling and Monet's voice, You leaned up against the door with your right ear to listen.

"Alright, I'm ready Trafalgar," Monet said. "Are you sure this won't hurt?"

More shuffling was heard until Law spoke up. "First time? Don't worry, I'll stick it in slowly."

Your entire body froze as your mouth dropped in horror. "What the hell are they doing in there?!" you hissed to yourself. 

You heard a light grunt and a sharp inhale. More shuffling.

"Oh my, that's kind of big now that I look at it," Monet commented. "It feels weird too."

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it," You heard Law reply. "Now, hold still, I'm going to shove it in."

Oh that was it. That was strike three. And you know what they say. Three strikes and you’re out. And by out you meant that you were going to kill your captain and that green-haired witch.

Your mind short-circuited as you assumed that your captain and that damned woman were up to no good. With your mind and heartbeat going 100 miles per hour, you grabbed the handle and swung the door wide open, screaming; "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THERE?!"

And as soon as you laid your eyes upon Law and Monet, your heart stopped and your feet were stuck in place.

There they were, with Law's back facing you and the green-haired woman lying on her back on the couch. The doctor's left tattooed hand was holding onto her right leg which was up in the air. Your captain's face was turned to you with his face widening in horror, and Monet tilted her head to the left to look at you. 

What set you off was when Monet glanced at you, her long green hair was dishevelled.

Steam started to blow through your ears as you glared hole into Law and Monet. Your entire body started to shake uncontrollably as your chest heaved up and down aggressively.

Realizing that he was caught in a position that already caused a great misunderstanding, Law quickly let go of the leg he was holding onto and scrambled to make your way towards you. What you failed to see was that Monet's left leg was now replaced with a giant talon.

"(Y/n)-ya, you can't just barge into here while-" he started but you cut him off.

"CAPTAIN TRAFALGAR LAW! WHAT IN NEPTUNES GREAT BEARD ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT BITCH?!" you bellowed. 

Unable to think straight, you stomped past your captain headed towards the large bird talon on the desk in front of the couch. As you picked it up with your right hand, you whipped your head to glare at the insufferable woman lying on the couch.

"You've got some nerve seducing my captain like that!" you shrieked as you swung the limb towards Monet. She promptly dodged your attack and screamed, running away from the couch and onto the other side of the room.

"(Y/n)! It's not what you think! He just-" she started to explain before you swung at her again.

"I don't want to fucking hear it!" you screeched as you chased the poor limping woman around the room.

"Shambles!" Law grunted. And as soon as he said it, you swung the talon once more towards Monet, only to knock down a bookshelf onto the floor.

You whipped your head to face the captain once more. Law shuddered as he saw your eyes glimmer with hate. It was screaming bloody murder, and he was on the receiving end of it.

"YOU! Oh, you've got some nerve! You men disgust me!" you screeched as you stomped towards the doctor. With your left foot planted in front, your right arm swung up, reading to assault the man with the bird limb.

"(Y/n)-ya wait! Whatever you're thinking, we didn't do it!" he yelped as he jumped to the side to avoid your attack. However, he didn't know that you were quick enough to see through his actions and the back of the talon hit him on the side of his head, which successfully smacked him to the ground.

Your left hand reached out to the pistol that was hoisted on your hip. You drew it out and pointed it to the man on the floor, "Falling for a woman like that? How despicable! I-!" you started to lecture, but your voice drowned out as you realized that your outburst of anger took all the energy out of you.

"I-" you started to speak but your voice failed you. As your hand fell back to your side, you started to wonder why you acted like that. Even if they had something between them, it wasn't your place to care, unless you were...

"...Jealous? Are you jealous (Y/n)-ya?" Law called out as you returned to your senses. The discomfort that once reflected in his eyes was replaced with amusement as his mouth raised in a smirk.

Your eyes widened at the revelation as your heart started to pound. A bright red flush appeared on your cheeks.

"There's no way," you muttered. The limb that once was on your hand dropped to the ground as you stumbled back in shock. Glancing at Law, who now stood up with his arms crossed, you shot a nasty glare as the smirk on his face widened even more. 

"Why would I be jealous?! I was just protecting your dignity!" you sputtered. The captain made a stride towards you as he chuckled.

"What a stupid reason. You expect me to believe that?" he teased. 

He was now looming in front of you as you backed up to a wall. Your head was bowed down in embarrassment as you refused to look into his steel grey eyes. 

"I wasn't jealous..." you lowly muttered.

"Somehow that's not believable," Law answered back. He dipped his head to your eye level so that he could make eye contact with you, but you whipped your head to the side, still refusing to meet his eyes.

Amused by your sudden 180-degree change in mood, your captain stood straight up, placed his hand on the back of your head, and kissed your forehead.

The once freezing temperature of the laboratory now skyrocketed into a burning hot sensation as Law made an out-of-character advance toward you. Whipping your head up to face Law, your face was now burning hot with more embarrassment.

"Captain! What was that for?" you yelped in surprise.

Law simply chuckled. "Sometimes, I wonder what goes on on that interesting head of yours. One minute you're beating me with a bird limb and then the next I find out it's because you're jealous."

You shoved away the man in front of you and pouted. "I am NOT jealous! I just had to straighten you up and remind you that we're on a mission here!"

"Oh please, if anything, you were the one who forgot that we had a mission (Y/n)-ya." he retorted. 

"Whatever, now help me clean up this mess," you sneered as you proceeded to pick up the fallen books that you knocked down from your rampage. The tattooed captain chuckled and proceeded to assist you in a comfortable silence for a while before he spoke up again.

"(Y/n)-ya?" he said as he hoisted up the fallen bookshelf.

"Yeah what is it cap," you said with disinterest as you continued to collect the fallen items. 

"You know you'll always have me right?" he announced.

Your heart picked up slightly at the confession. Then A smile graced your lips as you turned your head to face Law. "Shut up and put that bookshelf up, Cap," you finally said as you tried to dismiss your feelings. 

The captain sighed as he shook his head. A rumble of laughter started to escape his chest, and you followed suit. Amidst the chaos that happened in one of the laboratory rooms, you and Law couldn't help but share one of the many moments you had with one another, even though the two of you were far away from home.

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Bonus Scene:

In the Polar Tang, the Heart Pirates were nowhere to be seen. That was because all of them were inside the captain's quarters, staring at a small book at the captain's desk. The cover of the book read 'Journal'.

"So, should we open it?" Penguin asked, with his hand hovering over the notebook. 

"Yeah man, let's do it!" Shachi affirmed.

"Guys, what if the captain finds out?" Bepo chittered.

"You idiot, there's no way he'd find out if he's not here!" Ikkaku chided the Mink.

"Sorry..." Bepo muttered.

 Penguin picked up the book and slowly opened it. "Alright you guys, here we go..."

Everyone leaned in and peered over Penguin's shoulders as the notebook opened. As soon as the first page was opened, a bunch of folded envelopes fell out and scattered on the ground. The entire crew crouched down and picked them up.

"It's addressed to (Y/n)," Hakugan announced.

"This one too." Jean Bart said.

"This one as well!" Uni called out.

"Wait a minute, are these all love letters for (Y/n)? And he never gave them to her?" Shachi said bewilderedly.

"Guys, captain's journal is just filled with yearning for (Y/n)!" Penguin cackled as he skimmed through Law's journal.

The whole crew burst into laughter as they crowded around Penguin once more to read what the captain had to say about you.

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[punkeropercyjackson]

The thing about Jason is that he IS a feminist and racially inclusive character but because he treats the women and poc in his stories well,not because he's 'female-coded' or a substitute for canon poc.Now i do support transfem readings of Jason or Lina as i like to call her and consider him canonically afrolatino but that's because i love trans women fictional and real and am afrolatino myself so Jason reads as afrolatino to me from personal experience.And a big part of the latter is the diversity of his cast!!

His adoptive mom is an arab-chinese woman,his love interests are a wasian/half cambodian woman an egyptian woman and a darkskin black woman,his brothers he gets along with are that mom's bioson and his eldest brother on his dad's side who's romani and the remaining brother he's on good terms with is THE FIRST EVER BLACK ROBIN who is also the ONLY one he's always liked and been nice to and the only white character he actively likes is also a girl and has a completely platonic relathionship with him.This along with Jason's personality and other individual traits is why i have such a black view of him,because he feels afrolatino to me

That's what gets me about fanon Jason being claimed as a minority!!!Canon Jason actually works as one with a design update only but it CAN'T be just him!That's not representation or good writing!Instead of Talia bashing or some random ass white woman replacing her,she should have her pre-Morrison history employed and act like a typical brown/asian mom in a positive relatable and accurate way.Instead of sweeping Jason's girls under the rug for BEING girls and acting like it's not misogynistic because you're shipping him with Roy as if og Rhato dosen't have racialized misogyny fused into it's formula,explore their romantic dynamics with him and how they diffenterate and have in common and fucking care about Rose,Artemis and Dana as their own characters too as they're much,MUCH more than just 'DC's failed attempts to make Jason straight'.Instead of infantilizing Dick and animalizing Damian,make Dick Jason's cool reliable older brother he was close to as Robin but never mollycoddles him as Red Hood which JASON dosen't want as seen by his dislike of Roy and give him and Damian equal respect if not Damian way more since he's done way less bad fore more understandable reasons.Instead of lying about their age difference,aknowledge that Stephanie in current canon is 19 at the oldest while Jason is 23 at the youngest and in pre-reboot he was 19 when she was in high school and very specifically NOT a senior so yeah,it IS a minor x adult ship in almost every scenario they meet in the ship content

And for fuck's sake,STOP LEAVING OUT DUKE!!!!!!!The blue eyes Batkids rule isn't real,it's never been brought up in canon or joked about in official sources,it's segretation y'all made up!'Honorary Batkid' my ass,he's so literally Robin-coded the writers gave him light powers and 'The Signal' as his mantle!You know NOTHING about superheroes if you actually think Duke's not a core Robin,a Batboy AND a Batkid-Or if you think Jason's supposed to be a normie,a power fantasy or an abuser!He's a tragedy and commentary and an adventure and a comedy and same goes for Talia,Rose,Artemis,Dana,Dick,Damian,Duke AND Stephanie!Jason wouldn't wanna be Jason without them and they also do NOT exist just for him because they're his loved ones,not his tokens!Y'all want Jason Todd?Ight,then you want the Red Hood cast too because they're a package deal.You don't?Then keep that shit to yourself and invest in a dating app since you clearly can't write anything except white ass porn

[mari-lair]

Will greed island au gon ever at least meet mito? i feel like during his search for ging after he leaves the island with killua he would make the same conclusions that kite did and track down his dad's hometown. what do you think his feelings would be? would it improve his horrible sense of self worth?

Side note: how would the zoldyck family arc go in this scenario? I have a feeling that Illumi would show up to mess things up. but this gon is much stronger so he could just basically break into the manor and tell the zoldycks to f off in person.

(about the GI Gon AU: Here)

I didn't even think about this, BUT YES! Gon would go to Whale Island hunting for clues after passing the hunter exam and eventually find Mito. When he learns Mito is Ging's cousin he'll gets excited, cause Gon knows none of his blood family, no matter how distant, an aunt is still a big deal.

His first meeting with Mito will be a bit rough/pretty awkward cause I feel like Ging would let her know he has a kid through a letter or a call or something (is Ging he'll find a way to update her without facing her) but only a decade or so before she have a chance to met Gon. No further messages, no elaboration, by the point Mito sees Gon face to face the concept Ging have a kid will feel alien.

I can see him a bit more self-worth in her presence since 1 - Mito is no NPC she looks after him while he is visiting cause she wants/ she make sure to say when she isn't happy, which makes when she is happy he is around that much more impactful 2 - She will be very angry that Ging abandoned him in some game and while he will defend greed island forever, he is flattered, people rarely get this angry for him. 3 -He bonds with her about Ging leaving, cause the game masters were a bit exasperated at most Ging departure, but Mito was deeply affected by his departure like Gon was. But he still isn't as confident(?) as canon gon.

As for the Zoldyck rescue arc...

I'll be honest, I don't know how that would go, there are too many changes from canon for me to try to domino effect: Illumi already passed the exam, he can't take it again like Killua will, Gon also wouldn't be knocked out with his nen skills, so that scenario ain't happening.

I know Killua coming home needs to happen though, maybe Killua is taking too long in the game (cause he stopped focusing on killing his target after around a week or less and prioritized having fun with Gon and being a rebel) and so the Zoldycks send Illumi to find a way in the game and check on him but idk how that would go. I don't think Gon can beat Illumi. He can beat him in nen arm wrestling and maybe some strength tests, he is a monster in raw power, but is hard to say in a fight with no rules. I can picture Killua, who has the needle, using Acompany cards to run away with gon and freaking out about rebelling against Illumi but I can't picture how the actual confrontation would end.

(I just know Gon won't die inside the game, he has every game master keeping an eye on him if he reaches the point of being in genuine danger. They can be neglectful and all, but they would never let Gon die.)

So for now "how will killua go home?" situation is in progress/may drastically vary in the future

If despite all the changes the situation still end with Gon banging on their mountain gate , Gon would indeed be powerful enough to open the gates and walk to the butler's house without issue but he still has the same "Why must I do all of this to visit a friend?" mentality, and he wouldn't want to cause trouble to the butlers and workers who clearly value killua. So fewer injuries, more questions about the mansion's "rules and 'work designs' choices" (which are usually not answered. cause zoldycks) but overall a very similar outcome.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

it hurts me. the parallel of Charlie at the start of ep 1, so excited about showing her plans for the hotel to heaven she doesn't see how VERY NOT excited about it Vaggie is (cough angel kicked out by heaven for not doing enough murder cough cough), even while getting literally up in Vaggie's face.....

and then Vaggie, when Charlie comes drooping home after that all crashed and burned spectacularly- now it's VAGGIE so excited to show CHARLIE the new and improved hotel commercial she got everyone to make while Charlie was away... now it's Vaggie, up close and basically physically pressing her excitement into her girlfriend, not seeing how utterly crushed Charlie is right then

like, clearly Vaggie expected the heaven meeting to not live up to Charlie's hopes for it. Clearly she REALLY wanted to have something GOOD AND HOPEFUL for Charlie to come home to afterwards

-which would have worked too, if the Extermination schedule update hadn't interrupted the commercial airing

look at how habby Charlie was finding out about the commercial

awww

"heaven isn't homophobic" well then what do you call them interrupting this lesbian's hard won cheer-up-the-girlfriend effort huh? what was that then. not only cruel but also an insult to us queers everywhere. one of the only real sins we ever see in the show, tbh

but gods, they give each other so much CONFIDENCE, chaggie and the mutual "I can do this for her" / "She thinks I can do this and I will" synergy...

and it keeps fucking their relationship up. GODS

how they mirror and act like they're trying to literally meld into each other, while both being So Bad at actually SAYING when and why they're upset about something Serious-

when they're also clearly wanting to share SO MUCH of what they feel specifically with the woman they love!!!!

and how that sometimes blinds them both, over and over again, to the moments when (ironically) their other half needed them to be a little less sure, for a second, that things are or would be okay. Share less of their own conviction, that they got from the other one in the first place

When instead of needing answers to the obvious problem, they both needed to be asked hey IS something wrong? is there ANOTHER problem here actually??

they both put so much of themselves into each other, they both rely on the other one for their sense of self-worth and the strength they need to be The One Who Get Things Done and The One Who Always Has A Plan

that's so DELICIOUSLY fucked up. the flip side to love,

(Vaggie freaking out feeling her existence is pointless while thinking she's failed Charlie, and Charlie losing so much hope just at the thought Vaggie might not really love or believe in her)

when someone else is walking around with your heart beating in their chest because you yourself put it there

heck, their resolution in s1 ISN'T even them hashing things out or communicating better! they don't NEED that- (yet) they JUST need each other! (soooooo fucked up I LOVE it) the thing that brings them back together is Vaggie fully letting go of her angel past to focus on her life with Charlie and tapping back into her whole self for first time since meeting Charlie, it's Charlie the singer and giver of heartfelt motivational speeches having her mind blown by words meaning less than actions as her partner who lied to her is also off right that moment doing everything she can to protect what they've built

the big moment is NOT them actually TALKING about what happened or why it happened. it doesn't matter!!! (to them) Their hurt came from being scared of losing each other, they meet up at the hotel gates and just seeing the other one there is Enough!

they happily return to status quo minus some secrets and plus some more confidence in what they have.... which means the rest of this stuff, the root cause of it all, the unaddressed subtext that they NEED to be fucked up together in an active, intentional, KNOWING way but are so good at inspiring and supporting each other that it just, doesn’t, happen..... that's all still there.

(i see you, Charlie sitting alone with your story of hell book and being shocked at your long time girlfriend coming up to your shared room, being around to see you sad, you putting on a smile and trying to wave it off bc yeah she's right you AREN'T alone anymore. technically)

(i see you, Vaggie asking to be left alone on a rooftop so you can deal with a devastating blow to your whole sense of self as 100% unintentionally dealt by your loving girlfriend who WANTS to be there for you through this but who YOU can't face until you're ready to shoulder the blame and apologize to her)

(i see you both trying so hard to help each other and not letting yourselves be helped)

(because no clearly you don't need it, clearly this is all already so much better that what you used to have and you're doing so much better, and what if you're still not good enough for it actually-)

chaggie is so happily, catastrophically entertwined and i hope they spend the next thousand years suffering through it together

[moonblastbitch]

Yellow card update

Hi ya'll! So I barely use tumblr nowadays, but considering some stuff going on I thought it would be good to do a quick little come back.

So hi! I'm Kit, I write the griddlehark fic Yellow Card with my friend Starr. It's a very silly fanfiction about age difference Harrow and Gideon having an affair and raising a child together. It's pretty well known in TLT fan spaces which I'm super grateful for! It's not an understatement to call this little fic my pride and joy. I've spent the last two years working on it as my little labor of love and it's kinda grown a cult of followers! Really, it's a fun excuse for me and my friend to work on something we care about together. But lately I haven't felt inclined to work on it and I want to talk about why.

Over the last several months I've had some health stuff going on that's resulted in needing two surgeries. Along with that, I moved into a new place and my gf and I are managing some new financial stress. Plus, you know, the general state of democracy in decay all around the world. It doesn't leave me a lot of time or energy to write silly smut fic. Everyone has been very supportive of me taking the time I need to recover and I'm really grateful.

But... this is where I have to address some not great stuff. Today my friend approached me with a fanfiction making fun of my writing. And several posts from someone making fun of the tropes I use in the writing. Now, I want to make this abundantly clear. Absolutely no one is required to like my writing style or fics. I don't write for praise or wealth, just for my own personal happiness. I think everyone is within their right to complain to their friends if they dislike something they read. What I really can't tolerate however is this intense hostility toward myself or my fellow writers. Nor do I appreciate having an entire fic written mocking me or my stylistic choices.

Back when I first joined the TLT fandom in 2020 it was teeny tiny. Now it's a lot less so. It's been so satisfying to see everyone grow and change over the years, and I think I've grown a lot as a writer. Sadly though, I've seen a lot of stupid bullshit. I've seen personal friends of mine targeted in harassment campaigns because they ship the wrong ship. I've been added to public bookmarks complaining about my writing, I've been subtweeted, I've been made fun of. And I think I'm done.

I write for my own pleasure. I write to bond with my friends. I am not writing for homophobic assholes who use my work to mock me, nor make me or my co-writer the target of harassment. So, as a result, Yellow Card and all my other TLT fics are on an immidate hiatus, with the exception of one upcoming commission for the TLT for Palestine charity.

I spent a long time tonight debating if I should even write this post. It seems like by writing this I'd be giving the people making fun of me more ammo. But honestly? I don't care. My feelings are hurt. I am upset. I shouldn't have to hide that because some bullies will take bits of this statement to use in their next bitchy text post.

I want to reiterate something important. I am open to critque on my work. Anyone who has an issue with my writing style is more than welcome to come into my comments and let me know if something isn't flowing right, if there are unfortunate implications of a line I may not have considered, if there is something they personally find a bit distasteful. Sadly, the people doing this skipped right to mockery and ridicule, and that is unacceptable.

What drew me to this fandom in the first place was Muir's openness to her background in fanworks. She clearly takes such pride knowing her book series has spawned into a wild, happy fandom writing crack silliness and serious character study alike. Because that is what fandom is for. Having fun in a big beautiful sandbox, creating art with friends. And I treasure that deeply, even as I am forced to walk away from a space I love.

TLDR: TLT fandom is full of dicks. And not the kind I write about.

Thank you to everyone whose offered me kindness and support over the years! I truly appreciate you all. If you wanna stay in contact, it's easiest to find me over on twitter @moonblastbitch or discord (same name)

[wulvercazz]

🌧️Memories🌧️

part 3 is hereee, this one is a bit longer too :>c Next part will be a written-only update, btw!

Previous~

Even after weeks of working so close to Grimmjow every night, listening to him complain about how much he touches him, hearing his taunts and questioning his skills, he still can't properly wrap his head around how easy it is to fall into conversation with it. Him - he supposes. He's gotten startled several times now, in the middle of the night when he works on trying to put Grimmjow back together, when he's met by the icey, robotic cyan of his optic sensors instead of actual human eyes.

But he tries not to think too much about it. The least he needs right now are life-altering revelations- Grimmjow's creator is simply a genius who created an impecable code, that's all. Nothing about the silent pondering behind his synthetic face can be human, even if something in his gut churns everytime he denies it.

His uncanny valley reaction is just dusty from all this time of working around their fabricated faces.

None of them look quite like Grimmjow, though, now that he's mostly put together what parts of his body he could bring with him, he's... not as nightmarish to look at (or listen to) anymore. Perhaps even handsome, with that nasty gash in his right cheek-jaw faceplate and all.

But this is only superficial handiwork. Sure, the gross mess of cable-guts is now nicely rearranged and set back along his metallic spine; even while the materials he used clash with the clean cyan and metal and white of his creator's masterpiece, and the jagged ripped edges of the synthetic meat-gel are shaved down to a clean cut. The disfigured nub that hanged from his left shoulder removed completely, and the inside is still but a barren puzzle. He's missing too many pieces.

Grimmjow can lift himself, barely, holding his weight in his sole standing limb; serving him more like a stiff table leg than an actual arm. He can control his face well enough to mock him all along. But the rest of him sits frozen in his work table, and he's even more confused by his insides than he was about his outside - no one works with technology such as this, no one worries about innovative mechanisms looking human. He's almost tempted to give his old man a call and ask for his medical expertice to help.

Every time he sighs in frustration, Grimmjow's eye attempts to twitch harder in annoyance; his surprised the thing hasn't popped out it's socket.

"Why do you care at all?" He asks, again, for the thousandth time this week. Each time he asks, Grimmjow sounds more and more just as frustrated as he does. And every time Ichigo doesn't know what to answer, but bouncing ideas off someone has always helped him get unstuck.

"Whoever... built you..." he says it almost tentatively, like Grimmjow isn't aware he's not human, "had clearly a much more advanced understanding of androids than me. More advanced even than pretty much anyone who's made android fabrication their life work... but the technology is so..." organic, he wants to say, instead, he lets his words die with a sigh. "I don't think I can fix you without their help."

"Then don't." Grimmjow grumbles, like its the obvious answer.

"But- it's-- you are-" Ichigo's not even sure why he's arguing with him, but somehow the idea of stopping now is... "it doesn't seem right."

Grimmjow stares blankly at him, but he can tell the android's judging him with every bit of elctronic fiber in his being.

Stubborness sets on his brow. --

He should've done this sooner. Ichigo hides under his crusty old parka and uses the dim light of his work glasses to skim every sticky corner of the alley he found Grimmjow in. It's a long shot, if it's even here at all; it's been weeks and he didn't see it at all the night he brought him over... but then, it was dark then too. He's more and more thankful for his work gloves with every sopping wet piece of trash he lifts off the ground; more thankful to his ratty parka when the rain just grows heavier and heavier, enough that even the layers of lit up buildings and roads can't stop all of it from licking his face and sopping wet ankles.

There's still pieces of broken metal everywhere, broken white plates of fake musculature accumulating water and dirt in their crevices, lumps of what he hopes is mushed up stinky trash littering every cranny. He swallows back the urge to vomit and lifts up another water-soft piece of cardboard, and he almost pukes anyway when he sees the core, caked in more lumpy trash. He's not sure if it's an excited or a disgusted nausea, but at least he can go back home. Victorious, for once.

"You sure to do this you gotta get all up on my business?" Grimmjow asks above him the next night; Ichigo's got the dry, clean, memory core in one hand as he feels for the correct bits and pieces to press on on the back of the large port in his middle.

"How else will I reconnect your memory core?" He barely mutters, too concentrated on getting the thing to fit porperly; too focused on work, even though this is technically a side project, because finally something is moving forward. "Just stay still already." He shots right after when Grimmjow fidgets again in his spot.

He looks up, only for a second, when Grimmjow doesn't retaliate with another insult or jibe; his glowing eyes are looking away, and his hand suddenly feels hyper aware of how 'in his business' it really is. If he were human... and, fuck, he really needs to stop making this idiotic comparisons... he'd almost expect to catch Grimmjow blushing.

He stops thinking altogether, because shame is simply impossible in a droid, and instead keeps his mind on track with work; "you'll get back full access to your memories as soon as this clicks in place, alright? So... take it easy, I don't need you bursting something because we overloaded it with information."

"Just do it."

Ichigo waits for just half a breath, and with a soft click the core is inside, lighting up in the same bright cyan as the rest of him to signal it's successful reconnection.

Grimmjow's face goes blank, and for a second such an android-like expression worries him. His eyes more devoid of emotion even than when he slept, half torn apart; the light in his eyes glitching sickeningly like they're looking through at inhuman speed. And then... nothing. Grimmjow's eyes fall closed and so does the light in his body extinguish all across.

"Grimmjow...?" He barely mumbles. Grimmjow's lights turn right back up and his eyes open wildly, what little he can move of his body jolting in place like he's fighting back something. Ichigo's barely had time to stumble back to safety when present time returns to the android. The way he looks at Ichigo is only different in the way he seems to look with even more understanding in his eyes, and that alone would be more worrying if only he wasn't so concerned at the time.

"Professor Jaegerjaquez will not be helping you.. or anyone." He says in the most robotic voice he's ever heard from him, suddenly appropriate enough that it feels like he's reading from a script, and Ichigo doesn't even get the chance to ask him to elaborate because Grimmjow's chillingly human voice comes back to say; "I watched him die."

Next~

[l0verf0rever]

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Anonymous: How the hell is it a marketing strategy if they have had the relationship longer than her modeling career . 🤦‍♀️

Anonymous: I'm sad to see a girl trying to change herself for a guy she's super sweet when I met her :(

↳ Anonymous: She's super kind too but it's just sad tbh

↳Anonymous : don't get me wrong I bet Y/n is a nice girl but why is jude looking like a villain to this situation? Isn't friends with benefits 2 thing?.

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June 30,

Right now its one of your stupid breaks with Him that last few weeks then He drunk dials he always wants to stop but you don't know

Is it even worth trying? "I miss the times when everything was normal before feelings complicated everything " having conversations with your sister

" pick someone who's decent not someone who's a dirt bag and just has every girl in he's finger tips "

it's been 1 week since he asked to stop for the time you've forgotten how many times you've gotten cool off trying impressing him it was just sad telling your friends and therapist they could tell you clearly love him but it's codependency

Nights where you lie awake, you block him, but then you feel bad and unblock you dream the day when he's sure he wants you

from trying to dress the way he likes high heels, trying to be everything he wants, or you think he wants . You just wish he could have a clear mind it's hurting you inside to know that

You just want to hate him but some reason you can't you've seen him in other relationships then block you out when it doesn't work he calls you

He's your only and first relationship. "You should try others guys if he's been with other girls and block you out block him too then," your friend says

"or you know stop this and be secure with being alone," your other friends suggested to you

July 1.

Everything felt like the end of the world. Everyone knew you and jude reading comments of people. Reading it makes you pity yourself, realizing it made it worse for months you didn't realize it nor think about it

"Be yourself and know that that's good enough Dont try to act like someone else, be yourself Be secure with yourself Rely and trust upon your own decisions" your friend reassures you that everything's gonna be fine

"They're are other people than him and when you're ready they'll appear don't rush it" you hated the fact you're a safety net for him the things you've done with him never thought you'd have to do with other people trying to accept that you have to move on and on to the next

Looking at pictures at night and crying cause he's spotted with another girl while you're in your room crying wondering why it got so messy to begin with you sometimes wish you never bothered to begin with.

Hi its me again I'm nervous about my work nowadays and I decided to make this new one I hope you guys appreciate it also should I make this a series?🤍 - Love mishaella

Hi updated the series is #Risque the story

[fullyarmoredbattlesturgeon]

signalis lore spoilers

i think something that too many players simply gloss over is how much of the dialog and found text in signalis is purposely written with an obscuring lens, not because the authors want to be obtuse but because when you live under an authoritarian system you learn to automatically self-censor and end up implying much more often then directly stating things much of the time.

kind of like how everyone sees the doctor's note about Isa being "clumsy and prone to incidents" and don't think twice about that.

you know it's because she's being bullied/abused by her peers, right?

the doctor clearly doesn't care, and Isa knows well enough that in the Nation (and likely Empire) when someone gets hit they *don't talk* about it.

frankly, that's how a lot of bullying/abuse goes down irl too, but instead of just Isa, everyone is experiencing it on some level or another.

think about, say, about the letter written to Ariane's mother, "suggesting" that it would be "best" for Ariane be relocated to the city so she can be raised by a blockwart-monitered civil crèche. there is no directly stated fear, punishment or order in the letter. just a "suggestion", in the same way that Isa was prone to "incidents".

how about the email sent to sector-c's blockwart? even within the power structure, everything is implied. you are only told to do your duty, and that there will be consequences if you falter or fail.

remember how the first floor of Sierpinski's name is censored because the state thought it was too on-the-nose? for those who missed out on the context clues, the word is re-education. Sierpinski is, lacking any other term, a gulag, a work camp. why do you think there's so many soldiers and guns in there? the keycards that only protektors are allowed to use? the uh, "interrogation" chamber?

then there's the Penrose program - it is directly implied in the operator's manual *in the beginning of the game* that these ships aren't built to be able to return, they only have enough fuel to maneuver once launched. it's not like they would just come out and say that it's a suicide mission, but for people who have lived their whole lives surrounded by wording and rhetoric like this, it's obvious.

Ariane knew from the start what she was getting into, that's the tragedy. she knowingly committed a kind of long, slow suicide and accidentally found something worth living for halfway through the process. that's the tragedy, and the final mission update is such a fucking insult because after years and years of dancing around it, they just fucking say it to you straight:

"You are going to die in a glorious demonstration of our power."

yeah.

so don't be confused when something isn't being said aloud in signalis. if it's not being said aloud, you're already supposed to know.

no gods, no masters folks.

[amusingmusie]

Hi

I'm not going to be updating this week. I'm overwhelmed right now and need a quick break. This isn't a hiatus. The update will be soon, but when I'm ready. I know you guys want an update and I'm flattered people are invested in this, but blowing up my inbox on anon (there are many examples of this I have not responded to because I didn't want to engage with them) isn't going to make me write faster. I work and have a life. If you are that desperate to demand I post a new chapter, you can pay me real US dollars for it. Writing isn't easy, especially when my chapters are landing between 6k-9k words nowadays and I have to edit.

There have also been comments popping up on ao3 complaining about aspects of my fic that are clearly tagged. I get it, it's not everyone's cup of tea. It's got a lot of moving parts, it has other characters besides Al and Reader, I've got an insert with race/gender descriptors (which I would not be using if my fic didn't take place in Jim Crow era NOLA with heavy sexism in the mix, race is a big factor of my story, I chose to explore a mixed race relationship, it will have an actual impact on the plot, I didn't throw it in there because I'm an asshole).

That being said, if I have something specifically tagged and you don't like it, don't click on my work. If you don't like my fic then don't read it. I'm going to begin blocking people at this point. I'm not above criticism. I am above people feeling entitled to complain about something they were warned about then turning it on me.

I'm not saying this for anyone to come kiss my butt, I don't want or need that. I'm only being honest about why I need a few days away. I do this for free and because I enjoy doing this. I shouldn't be crying because I'm so stressed over a fanfic. So, before I fizzle out again, I'm stepping away. I may upload other pieces I've been working on or I may go silent. I've got a Huskerdust piece I'm having a lot of fun with. Either way, I'm gonna do what makes me happy and I'll be back with an update later in the month.

If this sounds like I'm yelling at you, that's not my intention. I am just so tired and done with not saying anything. To the pookers that are very kind and supportive, thank you so much. To the asks in my inbox, I promise I will be getting to you guys when I'm back and thank you for engaging with me. I don't want to act like I don't have awesome people in my circle or it's all doom and gloom. This has been boiling and finally reached a head tonight. I will be okay. I just need a minute.

See you soon,

-Muse