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PAIRING: pre-tomgreg
SUMMARY:
Greg glanced at his phone expectantly, waiting for the screen to translate, only it seemed to come up blank. He quickly fumbled a reply, “Yeah?” as he subtly reached down to close the app and open it again. “Yeah, we’re pretty close, man.”
Oskar had a sudden enthusiastic interest in him, “really? You surprise me, Gregory!”
PAIRING: tomgreg
SUMMARY:
"The symptoms that I've noticed from you, leaves me to believe that maybe you're not, like, being fed? Not in a physical sense- well actually, physically, yes, but not in the sense of the um," Greg stuttered, now feeling a bit flustered on the direct topic, unsure if he could steer it in a less offensive way. "The- the substance that you're meant to be taking?"
"Just say come, Greg, Jesus."
PAIRING: tomgreg SUMMARY:
She looked between Sophie and Dan, whispered, “so who is that?”
Dan looked clueless and Mickey answered back just as softer, “no idea.”
“To be honest,” Sophie muttered, “I don’t know for sure, since I just started at Waystar, but I think that’s Tom Wambsgans? So, like, his boss?”
“His boss?” Jules was even more confused now, “why would he come here? Did Greg mention he was coming?”
PAIRING: tomgreg (transfem!greg) SUMMARY:
“This is cousin Greg, remember?”
“Er,” she cleared her throat, introducing herself properly. “It’s actually, um, cousin Gwen, now?” She thinks she nailed it.
“No shit? That’s awesome,” Kendall patted her arm, looking up at her warmly.
PAIRING: tomgreg SUMMARY:
Greg finally stuck up for himself after all the constant prodding, poking and putting him down. He fucking landed one on him; his cheek still burned from the slap, and as much as he’d deny it, the hot skin was like he was wearing a badge of honour.
He swelled with pride at being able to not only witness it but feel it first-hand. And it felt really fucking good.
PAIRING: fem! tomgreg
SUMMARY:
... before she made her crafty way over, Greta held her back by the elbow and, in her skittish way, offered a tit for tat. An exchange that being the ‘punching bag’ would be more worthwhile on her end. Honestly, Tam couldn’t be prouder...
Greta was pretty vague in what she was asking of Tam, and so she decided to play into that. “Oh, the forboden ‘do whatever you want to me?’ Going to beat me up, Gret? Rob me?”
“Not forboden! It’s not!-” Gret gave her a flustered look, “I mean, it’s not something terrible, but like, rather in a sexual manner?”
PAIRING: a/b/o! tomgreg
SUMMARY:
“I just want you to smell me? And let me know what you honestly think.”
Greg could only look down at him with a furrow in his brow, “new cologne or?”
Tom snorted a quick, “No, you idiot,” before he gave him a big smile, trying his best to de-escalate the realness of the request that followed, “I want you to scent me.”
Hey guys CHAPTER 2 IS OUT!! Please let me know what you think. I have some real cute ideas for the next chapter!! It started with a simple game on twitch. A reddie fic with streamer!Richie and youtuber!Eddie.
Summary: It started with a simple game on twitch. A reddie fic with streamer!Richie and youtuber!Eddie. This is my first reddie so I neeeeeed the support in this trying time. (aka I hate my writing lol). I hopefully did not disappoint
I wrote this two weeks ago but I got severely sick ;; a small and cute josuyasu and rohan isn’t having fun.
YES HELLO I’ve finally written that Josuyasu idea from my previous post!
WELL I HAVEN’T WRITTEN IN A LONG WHILE BUT HERE I AM, POSTING A FIC. The fic where Bucciarati is a teacher and Giorno is only sixteen.
(Also antis will just be wasting their time messaging me, just fyi buds 😉 have a good day)
saving for when ao3 returns.
A bunch of thugs kidnap the younger brother of the most powerful hero on Mobius.
They really should've known better...
LONG LIVE WHOLESOME SONIC AND TAILS WEDNESDAY!
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I blink.
I breathe.
I scream.
***
It is an oddly peculiar feeling to not only see the life leaving you (as evidenced by all the blood pooling around me), but to also feel your heart pumping sluggishly as though it’s trying to make up for all the blood haemorrhaging out of you but not being able to do anything about it.
Case in point—me.
I—well, there’s nothing to say about me. Or well, the me before me.
Fuck, I’m making such a mess of this. I’m aware that I’m not making a lot of sense, but I promise you I will in due time.
So. Back to the point. Me—haemorrhaging. It really was a stupid reason.
See, I’d had an argument with my mother. Something stupid, I don’t remember. Anyway, I decided to say, ‘fuck it’ and wander around a part of town she never let me go by myself.
And then I got myself stabbed. Yeahhhh, I think I can see why she hated me going out to that particular part of town by myself. Goddamn it.
***
The next thing I was aware of was cold. Not the darkness I anticipated. Not Heaven (or Hell). But cold.
Clinical cold. Hospital cold.
I don’t know why it shocks me, except that I’m quite sure I was somewhere warm before I was expelled out here. Which doesn’t really make sense considering the fact that I was dying out in the cold and one of my last memories before I arrived here (wherever the fuck here is) was my hands going numb out of sheer coldness.
Before I can ruminate on that thought, and why I’m quite certain that I was cocooned somewhere warm and dark—
Someone slaps me—slaps me somewhere unmentionable.
I blink.
I breathe.
I scream.
***
I hear voices. It all sounds foreign—musical, almost, and I can’t understand a single word. It sounds like I’m underwater, and like my ears are filled with water, and quite frankly: like I don’t know what’s going on.
I’m freezing. I’m wet—or well, I’m not wet but rather am covered in something that I’m trying my hardest not to think about.
I’m moved from person to person, and the fact that I can be carried like this, as though I was not a full-grown adult, but something in need of protection, as though I was something frail made me scream harder.
I’m sponged down, no longer as sticky and feeling a great deal warmer than I was moments ago. It occurs to me then that I was naked. No wonder I was cold.
I feel indignant. Scared. Overwhelmed.
Really, all I want to do is go to sleep, and figure out what the actual fuck is happening later, once the confusion and tiredness and overstimulation ends.
So that’s what I decide to do. My screams (my cries) peter out until I’m almost hiccoughing, and I’m finally bought to rest on someone’s arms, and bought up to their chest.
It soothes me almost instantly, and at this point I can’t be bothered to figure out why.
The last thing I hear before I finally sleep is, “Félicitations, c'est une fille!”
My last thoughts are ‘Am I a fucking reincarnate?’
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Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Danny Phantom, Shazam! | Captain Marvel (Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Batson & Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Jason Todd, Dani Phantom & Superboy Characters: Billy Batson, Captain Marvel, Batman, Superman, Flash, Justice League (DCU), Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Jazz Fenton, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Jason Todd, Black Canary (DCU), Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton, Kon-El | Conner Kent Additional Tags: Misunderstandings, Based around a concept I found on Tumblr, Danny Fenton is an Adult, Danny's ghost form Does Not Age, Billy Batson was Adopted by Danny Fenton, Tf when you think your immortal coworker adopted a dead child, But really it's the other way around, Batman is Good With Kids, One Shot, no longer a one shot, Billy Batson is a little shit, Danny Fenton is a Little Shit, Aged-Up Danny Fenton, dani goes by elle, Fluff, There will be incoming angst, no regrets, Hurt, Comfort, Clones, Eldritch Danny Fenton, Scary Captain Marvel, I forgot to put Danny in the character section, Fixed it but so embarrassed, Therapy, clone feels Summary:
“Am I your dad!!?” Billy shouted. Danny paused. Took a deep breath in and out before turning to him.
“I’m gonna need you to back up, and explain. Please.”
Or, what happens when a twelve year old masquerading as an adult superhero calls his guardian, an adult who can also turn into a child superhero, on speaker phone, in front of the Justice League.
Chapter 1 is out!
Chapter 1 of the bad ending N au is finally out! This chapter is carrying the most of the graphic violence in this fic, so...
yapping under the cut, but there will be spoilers so read after the chapter :) also @neo91502 idk which blog u wanted to tag so i hope ur main is ok? ;;
This chapter is the first one, so of course things are just getting started here. The reason I moved the end of B2/W2 to the end of B/W is partly because I wanted Hilbert to be there, but mostly because N's loyalty would still lie somewhat with Ghetsis in this situation.
Ghetsis's death is violent for a reason. N is very sheltered-- he's only shown what Ghetsis wants him to see. N sees Pokemon as victims, so it drastically effects his worldview to see one lash out so violently and maim a human being to death. He knows that Kyurem was lashing out at the abuse it faced at Ghetsis's hands, but N also genuinely was traumatized by a Pokemon. As far as he knows, it's been humans traumatizing the Pokemon. The funeral may be cliche but it is symbolic. Pokemon Black and White is about how things aren't...black and white. But at a funeral, everything is black. Everyone wears black. It's very clearly alluding to the undeniable truth that nothing good awaits Team Plasma beyond this point...especially not for N. Speaking of Team Plasma, the fact that the symbol is engraved on the lid of the casket is foreshadowing that Plasma dies alongside Ghetsis. (N is not suited for a position of power). N's speech at the funeral shows that he really has no idea how he feels about Ghetsis, but he knows for certain things can never be the same and that he will forever be changed by a past he cannot unsee. He also....really doesn't know what to do at a funeral. This chapter also leads up to a growing separation between N and his sisters, ouch. On a lighter note...at least he can maybe befriend Colress? There's a lot of clashing views there, though...
Ed gets into a little fight and ends up falling into a river but Team Mustang is quick to react.
Interpersonal Synchrony
Here’s my contribution to @zolo-san’s ZoSan Community Collab!
Written using @breathing-and-stuff’s prompt: canon compliant zsz three/whatever number of times when Sanji and Zoro share a comfortable silence together and one time when they acknowledge it and maybe do something about it too
Hope you all enjoy!
Summary:
Zoro and Sanji don’t say a word to one another for an entire week, and it isn’t by design. Sanji eventually notices and decides it’s high time they do something about it. Zoro is one hundred percent onboard, especially when he gets to see Sanji’s smile in the process.
Or;
Three times Zoro and Sanji unknowingly calm one another’s racing hearts with the rhythm of their breathing without a word, and one time they have a chat that leads to some heavy breathing that makes their heart rates spike.
Here’s a little snippet!
Excerpt:
And then there is another life force in Zoro’s bed, and as strange as it is sharing space with someone who isn’t cuddly Chopper or tactile Luffy, it isn’t.. bad.
Sanji crawls over him, bodily shoves Zoro over (“Oof!”) so he’s lying on his side, slots himself against Zoro’s back, hooks a leg over his hip, gets all nice and comfortable on top of him like he’s just allowed to be here. And instead of slicing him in three pieces to match his name, or even the usual shout of protests and profanities, Zoro just allows it all to happen.
His cheeks feel warm — Zoro curses his blood vessels for being stirred up so easily, because it clearly isn’t him who’s flustered right now — and he hangs his head forward to hide it.
Sanji seems to take this as an invitation to bury his face against the nape of Zoro’s neck. As much as it scratches at his slice-or-dice response, it also.. leaves his back feeling utterly protected.
Zoro realizes, with a start, that this is the first time he’s been able to comfortably lay on his side since he was a kid.
Normally, Zoro will find a corner or a wall to prop himself up against for a nap. When it’s the floor or a bed, he’s always on his back. It just feels so naked and vulnerable to have his back on display when he’s unconscious, even if his observation haki has never failed him during slumber and he knows his nakama have his back.
That being said, Sanji — someone who Zoro secretly admires for his immeasurable strength, and is just as devoted to the crew as Zoro is — being wrapped around him like a layer of armour… Zoro feels safe, in his hands.
…
The very same hands that have settled against his pecs.
Seriously?
Zoro swats at Sanji’s hand — deliberate in his gentleness; he would never risk harming those precious hands — and is unsurprised by the amused, sleepy smile that spreads against his nape as Sanji’s hands resituate themselves around Zoro’s waist.
And then he’s out.
Zoro assumes he must have woken Sanji up. He had been snoring, earlier, now that he thinks about it, but the faint sound is so familiar to him that Zoro doesn’t even remember when it stopped.
It starts up again, now, though. A soft rumble on the intake, then a near silent release that Zoro tracks as it fans over his own skin. Cool inhale against his neck, warm exhale across the expanse of his shoulders.
It’s weird, really, how almost instantly it begins to slow the racing of his over-caffeinated heart.
Thanks for reading, let me know what you think so far! The rest can be found here!
But You Don’t Get Cold
This is my first post here on tumblr, so I figured it should be about these two loveable idiots.
Here’s a snippet of one of my recently posted oneshots!
Summary:
Sanji is awakened from his slumber by what feels like a devastating sea wave. Zoro joins him in bed, supplying “I was cold” as his reason.
Something about that doesn’t sit right with Sanji.
Excerpt:
“Why?” Sanji mutters sleepily. When Zoro hums a curious note, he elaborates. “Are you in my bunk.”
Zoro huffs a warm, amused breath against Sanji’s ear. His bangs fan across the bridge of his nose, tickling gently, but Sanji is too used to the feeling of them splayed across his face to be bothered.
“I was … cold,” Zoro explains.
Sanji hums a sound of assent, then closes his eyes again, content to return to sleep now that he has his answer.
It takes him about thirty whole seconds — which is far too long; just how deep was that sleep, anyway? — to realize something about that statement is fundamentally wrong.
The Moss-Head came to my bed because he’s cold…?
Zoro coming to his bunk, while a new development in their new relationship, is normal. This is supported by Zoro’s brazenness and overall comfort pressing feather-light kisses down the side of Sanji’s neck. So easily, he draws soft, weak sounds of content pleasure from Sanji’s unwilling but un-opposing mouth.
Thankfully, he’s now roused enough to probe the Sunny with his observation haki. Luffy, Usopp, Chopper, Brook and Jinbei, all accounted for in the boys’ room, fast asleep. Franky and sweet Robin, up and about, on the deck for night watch duty. Precious Nami getting her beauty sleep in the lovely women’s quarters.
Still, something feels off.
Zoro .. came to Sanji’s bed .. because he is cold….
Then, as Sanji leans back against Zoro’s shirtless chest with a pleased hum, it hits him like a warm gust of Alabastian wind forewarning the next khamsin. “You don’t even get cold.”
Zoro snorts.
Hope you guys enjoyed this snippet!! I’d loved to hear what you think so far.
This idea came to me a couple weeks ago, and I thought it was just too damn cute not to write out. The rest can be found on here on ao3!
