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[chilschuck]

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ chilchuck would be the best cuddle buddy. not only that, but i can imagine he’s very cuddly himself. not even because of his size, but probably because he’s probably really warm. this man is touch AND affection starved in my brain, so i can imagine him lifting up his blanket for you with red cheeks and a grumble. if you indulge him, he’ll come to expect it as a nightly occurrence. (hey, you’re warm too!)

[ghostwritingnightmares]

The Rejects: Pt 1

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Think I'm gonna start a mini series of all the writing that just didn't make the cut for a fic or that I started and decided to scrap. Will it become something else? Will it die in my google docs forever? Only the writing gods know.

This is a little Ava x Melissa x Reader snippet that didn't make it into the fic I'm posting later today. The story took a different direction and this just didn't fit.

Warnings: N/A

Masterlist

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“Sweet girl, we are home,” Ava murmured, gently shaking you from your nap.

You waited for Ava to unlock the door and threw your shoes off at the door. Ava went to talk to you but you ignored her heading up the stairs. You entered the bedroom ripping back the blankets and burying yourself in the middle. Pulling it back over your head you blocked the outside world. Within minutes you were fast asleep tears running down your face.

“Where is our girl?” Melissa asked placing a kiss on Ava’s lips before putting grocery bags on the counter.

“Up in the room,” Ava mumbled, “She was asleep and I didn’t want to wake her but I am worried. She is doing that thing again… where she just kinda goes blank.”

Melissa swore under her breath before grabbing Ava’s hand “Come on princess. Let’s go help our girl.”

“Did I not do enough?” Ava wondered, clutching the older woman’s hand, “You are always better at this stuff. The soft and mushy stuff.”

“You got her home,” The redhead reassured her

[lllluffyvert]

It’s a hot summer afternoon in late August. The sea is calm, with only the occasional light breeze to push the Going Merry over the water and provide a momentary reprieve from the sun’s simmering rays. 

The Straw Hat crew dock at a small, tropical island. Its shallow, cerulean waters are crystal clear, a window to the vibrant ecosystem beneath the surface. Brightly colored fish swim in schools around vivid coral trees, their surfaces dotted with crawling crustaceans. 

Luffy stands at the shore where sparkling waves wash over golden sand, the cold foam just reaching the tips of his sandals. A gust of wind knocks the hat from his head and tussles his brown curls, and his eyes follow the retreating waves with a notable expression of longing.

“I wish I could go swimming,” he says quietly, disappointment in the slump of his shoulders.

“I could teach you,” Zoro volunteers without a moment’s thought, his gaze fixated on his captain - his bronzed skin is in stark contrast against the blue horizon, and his mess of brown hair appears almost golden under the sunlight. Zoro’s breath catches as Luffy turns to him, the smattering of freckles dotting his sun-kissed cheeks accentuated by the toothy grin on his face.

“Zoro is so cool,” Luffy says earnestly, kicking off his sandals and shaking his shirt from his shoulders. He excitedly steps into the cold sea water, a giddy laugh escaping from his lips as he extends expectant hands towards Zoro. 

His palms are warm against Zoro’s, the pads of his fingers calloused but the skin of his knuckles soft under Zoro’s thumbs as he pulls Luffy further out, until they’re waist deep in the gentle back and forth lull of the ocean waves. 

“Now, try kicking your legs to propel forward,” Zoro instructs, slowly walking backwards and tugging Luffy along with him. Luffy does as he’s told and kicks his feet up, but his center of balance is thrown and he leans too far forward, gurgling as salted sea water hits him square in the face. Zoro rights him, biting back laughter as Luffy shakes his head, sending a spray of droplets in every direction. 

“Let me try again,” Luffy says, not one to give up so easily. Slowly, more carefully, he leans forward once more and paddles his legs as Zoro moves with him. An infectious grin dimples his cheeks and the air is filled with his bubbling laughter as they swim together, and a little piece of Zoro wishes this moment would last forever. 

They finally leave the water just as the sun touches the edge of the horizon, painting the evening sky in hues of pink, red, and orange. Luffy watches the sunset, and Zoro drinks in the sight of him. The contented smile on his lightly sunburnt face, the way his freckles stood out even more against his rosy cheeks, how soft his sea-salt scented hair looked after drying in the summer sun. His honey brown eyes, soft in the dying light, warm in the way he looks at Zoro now as their fingertips brush together, and he’s so pretty, Zoro can’t help but kiss him. He tastes of salt, and his lips are slightly chapped but Zoro doesn’t mind. His hands slide into Luffy’s hair at the base of his neck and he deepens the kiss as Luffy sighs in his mouth. 

“What was that for?” Luffy asks, breathless as they pull apart for air. 

“My payment,” Zoro states, pulling Luffy in close and kissing him again with fervor. “For teaching you to swim. Or at least,” He revises with a grin, “How to not immediately sink.”

[meekmedea]

"You have horrible taste in men."

"Do I?" She twisted the gold band on her ring finger, sliding the ring into her jewelry case. "Oh, well, it's not as if it matters in the grand scheme of things." 

"No?"

"No." On second thought, she didn't wish to have such a keepsake with her. Plucking the ring out of the velvet lined space, she placed it on the counter of the vanity. Such a ring did not deserve to be kept and commeralized. "Should he prove as ungallant as my first husband, then I shall simply remind him the mortality of men." With a soft thump, the lid to her jewelry box closed shut. 

Her brother threw his head back and laughed, delighted by her words. "We," he corrects. "I would be a horrible brother otherwise." 

[katsulock]

Overcome with the need to be sprawled out on a couch, comfy in a big hoodie and shorts, watching a movie with Karasu at the opposite end.

And you mindlessly poke him one too many times in the side with fuzzy socked feet that he just. Grabs you by the legs and simply hauls you onto his lap.

Sitting with your back pressed to his chest and his arms are wrapped around you tight. He leans down to nip at the exposed skin below your ear that has you squirming even more. Feeling the vibrations of his laugh more than hearing it with how closely pressed against him you are.

“So distracting,” his voice a low murmur and clearly entertained by your attempts at maneuvering away. “How’s a man meant to watch a film in peace when there’s a hot babe attacking his side with…really? Banana Socks?”

“They are fluffy banana socks, they’re super soft n comfy, they keep me warm in this stupid cold weather, and— you know what? I do not have to defend my choice of clothing to you actually.” You huff and try shift to create some space between the two of you but Karasu just moves you again like it’s nothing.

You’re still seated in his lap but sideways now, with your back against the arm rest and knees bent. A large hand slides up your leg in a light caress and claims a resting place along your inner thigh. You can’t stop the involuntary shiver that happens as Karasu’s looking at you with that smirk and glint in his eyes that has your insides flipping.

“Hmmm,” the thumb at your thigh is tracing light circle patterns as he speaks. “Pretty sure you’re softer. Mind if I have you ‘keep me warm’ in this stupid cold weather we’re having?”

[hellfire--cult]

Eddie stacks donuts on his erect dick, just to see how many he can get.

So when he goes and asks Steve "How many donuts can you stack up on your dick?"

Steve would be completely stunned asking why would he even say that, and Eddie just shrugs and tells him he can stack up to three, to which Steve grimaces in disgust and tells him he is insane.

Later that night, Steve realizes he can stack up to four, and he can't wait to tell Eddie with a proud smirk on his face.

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[hibiscuswolverine]

Anomaly thing Makoto and ever unnerved out junko (who can also reincarnate but not as herself) ough

Like. Imagine you kill this guy ok, you kill him, you watched his body be crushed. He’s dead and you ship off one of his body parts to a fan which is probably your undoing.

The mood in the school is somber and despair filling, they try to pick up the pieces but they’re not really motivated. The detective is but she can’t rally the others to care about the mystery it’s great you’ve basically won.

Then the detective leaves, you and the others can’t find her for a day or two. Then all of sudden she returned not alone, the body of boy you watch be crushed broken to bits hell your that chopped him up abit and then burned his remains. You KNOW he died, everyone watched him die. He’s back like nothing ever happened, he’s abit dirty but he is ALIVE. How is that possible.

You don’t know if your gut is filled with despair or something else.. fear? Unease?

Worst is no one else seems to care, they way they’re acting is like they never watched him get crushed in the first place, it’s like they saw the hatch swallow him whole instead. They’re in denial.

Yet they still follow and cling onto his very words including in the final trial, you don’t remember him being this like this in your normal liked sure he was influential but not like This.

As the conveyor belt slowly drags you towards your demise you two have a staring contest. You lose because he never blinks. Only an unblinking smile with some teeth bids you goodbye.

When you wake up again one of the first things your given for your fourth birthday. Is a sweet smile of plushie, in his ugly hoodie and blazer combo. His stitched hazel eyes staring you down, overwhelming you went a sense of unease that you drop the toy and begin to cry.