Hello!! Can you do asking Buggy, Mihawk, and Crocodile who’s the prettiest girl in the world??
Hey, hello! So, I feel like this question can be interpreted in two ways: you wanting to be called a pretty girl, and you asking them like they’re a puppy… I came at it from the latter. Hope you like what I’ve written for you.💜💜
CW: SFW, gn!reader, headcanons, some fluff, smidge of humor
Buggy
His face turned tomato red both from embarrassment and flattery.
The way his breath caught in his throat made him sound like a snorting bulldog.
The audacity of it all! He was a grown man, an intimidating man, an emperor!
His face twisted into a pout the longer you looked at him with absolutely no malice or ill intentions in your presence—just adoration for him.
Sinking into his armchair, he grumbled a bit. “I am…” he murmured.
“Hm? What was that?” You teased.
“I am!” He huffed loudly.
You threw your arms around him and gave him the cuddle he was secretly after upon confessing that he was, indeed, the prettiest girl.
Mihawk
He blinked at you.
When he took a bit longer to respond than you’d anticipated, you felt like shrinking into your skin as the awkwardness you were creating dawned on you.
“You are,” he said flatly.
Your lips quivered a bit and you let out a soft, “Aww.”
When you inched closer, he could tell what you wanted from that sweet look upon your face.
He opened his arms and gave you that hug you clearly wanted.
As he rubbed your back gingerly, you blurted, “I am the prettiest!”
“Yes. Yes, you are.”
Crocodile
His posture tensed as your question fell on his ears.
He looked up at you, annoyance written all over his scarred face. His tongue flicked at his cigar.
“Hope this isn’t your way of being cute.” There was a faint huff of amusement in the ridiculousness of your question.
Okay, maybe you caught him in a bad mood…well, worse than usual.
You’d always been a bit of a wild card in your own right, one to play with fire. He both loved and despised that about you.
An exasperated sigh left him when he realized you weren’t going to let it go. “Me.”
That was the best you were ever going to get out of him, so you gladly took it as a win.
They're just silly serial killer boys. I just got a new program and I love it a lot. I can make really awesome brushes. I had to draw each boy in a separate file and add them in afterwards.i have those files which I might share later.
I NEED TO KNOW WHO THE FUCK DECIDED TO TAKE THE ORIGINAL INDIANA JONES MOVIES OFF OF DISNEY +! BECAUSE YALL JUST RUINED MY NIGHT!
are you going to continue bad moon rising? Love it 🤞
I promise I’m going to continue Bad moon rising 😭 I just have no motivation right now and I can’t think of anymore excuses of why I’m putting it off. I promise I will pick it back up soon. 🙏
Morning with your captain 💙
Summary: Dean had started to invade your privacy more often after a hunt
Word count: 0.8k
A/n: I had some fun writing protective Dean in this one
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The last hunt was too much of a close call for Dean.
It’s been a simple vampire case, a in and out kind of deal. But, when you slipped up a little and were almost a vamps blood bag, he felt a need to protect you immediately afterwards. The thought of you ending up dead while on a hunt with him caused an itch in the back of his brain. Something he needed to get rid of or at least settle down.
So, he began to follow you around.
It started out simple enough, sitting on the same booth as you at a restaurant, watching you through the rear view mirror on a long drive. And, recently making you share the same bed as he did. The feeling of your body safely tucked against his calmed him.
But, then the more hunts you went the more worried he got.
The feeling that something would happen to you if he wasn’t around caused him to panic and start to hang around you more than ever.
What started as a simple watching you from the corner of his eye quickly turning into needing to be right next to you 24/7. He’d follow you around like a lost puppy, eyes darting around to find any potential danger.
You’d spoken to Sam about Deans behavior, and he had agreed that it was new and different than what he normally is. But, according to Sam, Dean is naturally a protector at heart. Probably coming from being the oldest and having to take care of his little brother all the time.
But, still, you appreciated Dean trying to protect you, but he had started to invade you privacy.
Often not leaving you alone when you’d really need to be. Kinda like right now. You were taking a shower in the motels bathroom, the water cascading down your body when Deans humming kept on bringing you out of your peaceful state.
You didn’t really know when he entered the bathroom, but when he did you know it was no use in trying to kick him out. He sat patiently on the toilet, the lid down so that he wouldn’t ache from sitting in the same spot for twenty minutes.
A small magazine rested in his hands, the sound of the turning papers mixing with his humming caused you to finally stick your head past the shower curtain.
“Dean.” You called, in the nicest voice you could muster. Slowly growing tired of his protective attitude.
“Yes, princess?” He asked, the magazine he’d been reading tossed onto the counter as he focused solely in you.
Pasting a quick smile on your face, you pulled the curtain closer to your naked body. “Could I have just a couple minutes to myself in here?”
Dean furrowed his brows. “Why?”
“Because, it’s kinda weird how I’m naked in here while your out there fully clothed and humming a rock song.” You stated, hoping that telling him you were slightly uncomfortable with the situation would be enough for him to leave the bathroom.
“Would you like me to join you then, so you’d feel less weird about this?” He asked, standing from the toilet seat and making his way towards you, his flannel quickly coming off and into the piles of clothes you’d already made.
“No! No, Dean.” You started to shout, more than likely grabbing both your neighbors and Sam’s attention whilst doing so. “Put the flannel back on and get out!”
“Why?” He asked confused. “I’d have my back turned the entire time, or if you want I could even help you shower-“
Dean stopped talking when a soft but wet object connected with his face. “Did- did you throw a loofah at me?”
“Yes, and I’ll throw something harder next time if you don’t get out of here!” Your face was hot, and not just from the boiling shower you were taking but because Dean freaking Winchester was trying to hope in the shower with you like it was a normal thing.
He held up his hands, reluctantly making his way to the bathroom door. “Look I get that it’s weird, but it’ll help protect you.”
“Dean, I’m not going to die in the freaking shower.”
“Who knows, it’s a strange world, but I’ll be here if it happens and I’ll be able to-“ His eyes widened as you made an attempt to throw your soap bar at him, missing him by a hair and sending him running out of the bathroom.
A breathy laugh came from one of the beds, facing the noise he saw his brother with newspaper articles and his computer laid out in front of him. “I told you she would not have appreciated you going in there.” Sam told his older brother, a smug smile playing in his lips as he watched Dean taking a seat at the small table.
“Shut up.” He told him, now waiting for you to leave the bathroom so that he could be glued to your hip once more. “She’s gonna thank me one day.”
“Yeah, but definitely not any time soon.”
MC: Bro-
Sylus: No, no, hold up, rewind.
Sylus: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??
Found this quote and it suits this one SOOOO BAD.
Summary: The boys help shop for all you feminine products while you are away
Word count: 0.6k
A/n: I really just needed to write, so, please injoy :)
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The buggy’s front wheel spun in quick circles, the squeaking irritating Dean the deeper into the store he went. Sam had two hands on the handle bar, leading them down various isles as he grabbed what was on the grocery list.
“Did you get the milk?” He asked, glancing at his brother as he placed a bag of chips into the buggy.
“No.”
“Why not? We were just at the dairy isle.”
Dean shrugged his shoulders eyes glazing across the chips. “I thought you grabbed it.”
A huff left Sam’s lips. “Yes, because I’d grab the milk after I told you to do it.”
“I’ll get it later, ok.” Dean told him, snatching the grocery list from his brothers hands. “What do we need to grab next?”
“Tampons and a couple pads.” Sam answered, having memorized the list already.
“Tampons and pads? I thought she had that.”
“No, Dean.” Sam muttered leading him and his brother to the feminine isle. “If she had it we wouldn’t need to get more.”
Cas made his way towards the brothers a case of beer in hand as he placed it into the cart. “All they had was light beer, so I hope that’s alright.” He told them, trailing next to the buggy.
“That’s fine, Cas.” Sam told the angel.
“Yeah, for you.” Dean mumbled, shooting a small glare at the alcohol.
Taking another turn, the three wandered down the isle stacked full of female products. Each stoping beside one another as they took in all of the many items that filled the shelves.
You’d asked Sam specifically to grab your feminine items, seeing as he’s the only one who’d lived with a woman before. It would have been a whole lot easier than asking Dean or Cas to do it.
“So,” Dean began arms crossing over one another as he stood before the various pads and tampons. “What does she need? Yellow? Green? Purple?”
Sam glanced up from the list to look at his brother. “What are you talking about? Why are you naming colors?”
He nodded towards a tampon box. “They all have different colors, Sam, kinda like fruits.”
Cas wondered over to Deans side, his eyebrows furrowing. “These things have taste?” He asked, picking up a box to look at it more closely.
“No.”
“Yes.”
Sam shot a glare at his older brother. “What?” Dean asked.
“Why would it be flavored?” He asked trying to reason with the man.
Dean shrugged his shoulders, taking the box back from Cas and placing it back in the shelf. “Some guys like that kind of stuff, Sam.”
Sam scrunched his nose in disgust. “That’s disgusting.”
“But it’s not flavored, Cas,” Dean began, turning towards the angel. “Because it’s scented.”
“Scented?”
“Dear god.” Sam mumbled to himself, running a hand across his face.
Dean nodded, gesturing to the rows of boxes. “Of course they’re scented. Because blood has smell, and so girls have to cover it up with a better smell.” He snapped his fingers, an example coming to mind. “Like perfume.”
Cas let out a small hum, his attention returning back to the products. Dean glanced over at his brother, his voice dropping down to a whisper. “It’s scented… right?”
Sam shook his head.
A small ‘oh’ fell from the older man’s lips, face ever so slightly heating up on how wrong he truly was. Facing the shelves one last time Dean had begun to pluck and pull a good many boxes from their previous spots. “We’ll just get one of everything,” he told the others, placing the items into the cart. “Better safe than sorry.”
A sigh fell from Sam’s lips as he watched both Dean and Cas place multiple box’s into the buggy, before wandering away to the desserts isle. Leaving the poor man with the over loaded cart full of felmine products.
“I’ll handle it, y/n,” he mumbled to himself, trailing after his brother and angelic friend. “I know what to get you, trust me.” Sam leaned his upper body against the handle bar, glancing over all the items that they’d gathered. “We won’t need to get more for another year or so now.”
Possible new character?
I believe that in season five we are gonna get a new and very powerful character much like 001, Peter, or Vecna. So let’s jump in.
Alright picture this El just got her powers back with the help of Dr. Brenner and Dr. Owens, but like they said her powers are back stronger and WAY more powerful than before. So Dr. Owens is already prepared with someone that was as equally as powerful, someone that we have seen only a few time and is presumed dead. Sarah hopper.
Now I did my research and found out that Sarah is the same age as the OG party (Dustin, Lucas, Will, Mike). So there was already many theories of how Sarah being alive and some actual evidence so I am just playing around on the idea.
So any way before Dr. Owens was captured by the government he sent out a signal to where Sarah was being kept. And for a reason that they still can’t figure she survived 001’s attack at the lab, something that isolated herself from the other kids.
So Sarah was sent to Hawkins knowing that Elven would end up back there to help her friends, and Sarah was sent to help tame El’s stronger abilities, so just imagine what all of there surprises would be like when they find out who she is
Know I believe that Sarah would have no memory of before she was taken by Dr. Brenner so she wouldn’t know about her dad and her dad wouldn’t know about her. But slowly she starts to remember events of her life before she started to get “cancer”.
Plus I believe that the Cancer was just Sarah slowly starting to gain her powers, and when she was doing that thing where she stood there and panicked I think she was seeing the upside down. So all this could prove that Sarah isn’t dead and that she could come back in season five.
Anyways these are just theories let me know what you think and
!NO NEGATIVE THOUGHTS!
I have an idea to write a fic and I need to know if people will actually read it.
Ok, so, my idea is basically a Jason Todd x reader story. BUT
The reader is a BLIND vigilante, so basically like MCUs Daredevil. Or. Another very badass Toph.
Either way, it would be like a romance story and have like all the character from WFA, from webtoon and stuff.
And like she is literally the daredevil, she is studying law in college, her closest friends is like the batboys/batgirls and she has a seeing eye dog.
(He will probably be my favorite to write)
But just let me know if I should actually write this or if anyone would be interested in it.
I also don’t know what to name this so if you do want me to write this then can you please leave a name suggestion as well.
MAMA (DAVID) A HORSE BEHIND U 🫵
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