#I thought it was a cute moment and I wanted to archive it on my blog

[blorbocedes]

you who charmed my dad with self-effacing jokes✨

Nico Rosberg speaks to Lewis's dad and brother: Anthony and Nicholas Hamilton, 2019

Nico: we got the Hamilton family in the house. We met when I was like 12 years old. Did you think Lewis was gonna be 5-time World Champion, I was gonna be 1-time World Champion?

Anthony: [...] I do remember the first time we met and we used to see you driving around in the go-kart with Rosberg on the back. We were like, 'Wow! Nico Rosberg!' And then we got into a team together, that was amazing. What you (Lewis & Nico) guys have achieved is actually phenomenal. [...] For me, one of THE photos of the past, I've got this photo of you and Lewis, you might've been 13, on unicycles, don't know you you remember that.

Nico: any predictions today? Lewis P1?

Anthony: Yeah, hopefully, that's how it's gonna end up. You know Lewis.

Nico: Yes, I do. 😆

[kavohh707]

At the moment I am going through my archive to look for baby crow pictures for a calendar I want to suggest to the publisher and I thought I share some of the the cute baby crows from the past. Aren't they adorable?

[wonryllis]

after hours, i can be whatever you want me to be ⭑ ( lhs. )

⭑ FEATURING horrendously down down bad lee heeseung x kinda naive philophobic fem!reader. where heeseung has no intentions of escaping your cages, forever remaining under the spell of your love. ( ARCHIVE? )

⭑ GENRE & WARNINGS fluff, toxic situation, almost kissing, mildly suggestive WORDCOUNT 0.834k

she's crazy but i love her.

heeseung's steps are slow and calculated, eyes glued on your figure trying to make your way to his car. stumbling and wobbly in heels you (kind of) seem accustomed to, feet clicking against the pavement in a hasty stride. he's worried. you were out with friends past midnight on a weekday, called him all drunk to pick you up from the bar and now you are barely able to walk straight, ankle on the verge of twisting at any given moment but you wouldn't let him hold you. he's worried sick.

"angel please just hold onto me hm?" he pleads rushing over when you visibly slip on an uneven part, hands almost gripping around your waist as you manage to keep your balance, staggering back into his arms in a couple of steps.

"you! who are you!" your hands push against his chest as you turn around startled. there it goes, again! heeseung sighs knowing what's to come. it's the third time in the last fifteen minutes, going over this exact conversation word to word.

"it's heeseung, your cousin's friend and your friend," he makes sure to emphasize on 'your friend' trying to stop this before it gets further into the loop.

"where's my cousin?" you ask, looking around the rather empty parking lot.

"he working," heeseung's explanation is dry because he knows you'll cut him off before he can say anything more,"and why are you here?" just like that. he remembers the first time this happened, when you were actually sober and met him at your cousin brother: jay's workplace. you showed up out of nowhere, without any notice and jay was going bonkers at how he'll get you back home when he has the most important client waiting for him in the next room. heeseung hadn't thought much when he offered to drop you off, a favor for a friend that was all it was to him.

"because you called me, angel," but god was he wrong, for he swears the moment he laid his eyes on you he was a goner. you were too darn pretty to be just a favor. you were younger, a party girl always running out to frat and sorority gatherings, bars and clubs. often calling jay to pick you up to avoid letting your parents know of your shenanigans.

"why did i call you and not my cousin?" everytime he had wished it was him and not jay, even though ultimately he was the one who went. carrying your cute drunk ass to your mansion and getting you to your room as discreetly as possible. you are a rich girl, two worlds apart and heeseung has felt it in many ways than not.

"because i'm your cousin's friend and you know me well," heeseung never thought he'd ever be more than just your cousin's friend to you. at least he hopes he is more. you have done things with him that you'd definitely not do with just your cousin's friend. a space curtaining acquaintance and lover, he hangs dangerously cold and heedless.

"so where's my cousin?" between days left ghosted and nights you throw your arms around him he stands unsure of his place in your life. at times he feels you know he's the one who could treat you better than any of the guys you cry for. yet there are moments when there's this sturdy wall you build, holding him away for the sake of not losing him like others. afraid of love is what you refuse you are but heeseung knows your conceptions of it are a little too twisted, broken he dare say. and his love for you is so far and conflicted to the things you have experienced, he understands the lengths and the time it will take for you to recognize and accept him.

"you know what, i'm getting you in the car myself," in an instance his hands grip at the back of knees and the curve of your waist, hauling you up in his arms. he walks quick to his car parked at the far end, smiling through the constant pouty mumbles of yours. eyeing you every two seconds, not being able to resist that pretty face of yours.

it is absolutely not in him to ever resist that pretty face of yours, your pretty eyes and your pretty lips as they graze against his own in gentle brushes. arms looped around his neck and thighs resting on the soft matress of your bed, albeit on each side of his own, yet again. sitting on his lap, so close, bodies pressed. "heeseungie, please stay," your voice a sultry whisper of a whine, a naive vixen, if that's even a thing.

lee heeseung knows he will never have the power to refuse you, he will be whatever you want him to be for how ever long you will want him to be.

you make him crazy and he loves you for that.

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[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲

order 84 | Scenario | Cater, Jade, Idia, Silver | gender neutral

❀ NOTE: PRETTY BOYS AHHHH, I wonder if all the characters are canonically attractive or are some characters like Ace considered mid?

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re so…”

➺ Cater Diamond

There’s a reason why Cater has so many followers on MagiCam. It’s because he has a cute face!! You’re not sure if he’s aware but he just has to be.

He does these tiny things like brushing the hair out of his face or slightly turning his head when he laughs. You didn’t really realize how pretty he was for a while. Sure, you got nervous just staring at him but now you can’t even look him in the eye.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re so hot…”

He blinked for a moment. He was in the middle of drying his hair when you said that. All he could think is “Oh wow?” He noticed that you’ve been staring at him so intensely for the past few days— maybe weeks.

But you said it straight to his face? He thought he misheard you at first but you definitely said that.

“Wow, I didn’t know you fancied me that way MC!” Admittedly it did fluster him, he was flattering in the best way possible.

“Don’t get it twisted, it’s not in the way you’re thinking!”

You’re in denial.

⊱Jade Leech

He has that certain look to him. It’s different than Floyd even though they’re identical twins. Maybe he’s not aware how MMMMMMM he is but he has to.

Just the way he looks at you can get you weak on the floor. His eyes… You noticed how his eyes squint ever so slightly when he’s focused. He’s calm under any circumstances yet so amusing in his own way. He’s the type of person you’d want to follow around just for the fun of it. And in his own way… he’s just so damn cute too.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re so cute…”

He quickly turned his head to stare at you. He’s not sure what you mean or why. It was so out of the blue. You’ve been stalking him for a while. Of course he knew and allowed it and treated it as if it was normal.

“Pardon? In what way am I… cute?” He turned his head curiously.

“Cute!” You said again.

He wasn’t sure how to feel, the last time someone called him cute was when he was a little kid. Most people would think of Jade as alluring or handsome, cute is something he hasn’t heard in a while.

“If you’re talking about my appearance, you must think Floyd is cute as well.” He says while smiling at you.

“Eh I guess so. But he’s not as cute as you.”

He moved closer, “Tell me, what else do you think of me?”

You put your hands out in front of you, as if to say stop. “Why do you have to be so close..?!”

*ੈ Idia Shroud

It’s already canon that Idia is very attractive from the character archives book and the ghost marriage event while being complete oblivious. He’s charming in his own way.

It’s hard to believe he’s so oblivious to his good looks. His smile is nerdy yet… attractive. His personality is rough but that’s what makes him so fun. Teasing someone like him is hilarious.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re so hot.”

He immediately cranked his head your direction with a baffled expression. He shook his head and let out an irritated squeal.

“Wh-who says stuff like that to somebody’s face?! Online I get it but this is IRL! Why does someone like you even think that?”

He just gets really flustered and ends up rambling about how it doesn’t make sense. But when he looks back on it, it gives him an ego boost for a few minutes and then he’s embarrassed because— it makes him happy that you think of him that way.

-ˋˏ Silver

Unintentional or not, Silver has been seeing you around a lot. He doesn’t think much of it since you’re in the same school so it’s not anything crazy but when he does see you, you’re always staring at him with this… funny expression.

Did he do something wrong? He tries to wave at you when he can but as soon as he turns his head you run away or start acting like you weren’t the one staring first.

But what were you suppose to do? Whenever you saw him, all your attention was diverted to his gentle yet sharp expression. His resting face was already so deadly, you couldn’t imagine if he were to smile.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re so pretty…”

He froze with a puzzled look on his face. This was one of the times you actually started a conversation with him instead of staring and running away and you say something so flirtatious?

“Ah…” He blinked as you gazed into his eyes nervously, “Thank you I suppose.” But in what way was he suppose to take that?

[callsign-rogueone]

one for the books - g.t.

Garrick Tavis x Scribe!Reader part of my Valentine’s Day Celly (better late than never?) words: 1.7k (got a little carried away here, oops) 🏷: IRON FLAME SPOILERS. scribe reader who is referred to as a woman one time, and has painted nails, but no pronouns used. just some meet-cute fluff with reader and Gare. love at first sight. it's weird writing him with anyone other than Angel, but I hope y'all will still like it anyway 🥺

Garrick wanders through the rows of bookshelves in search of someone who actually knows what they’re doing, so he won’t have to spend the entire day looking at the titles of every book in this massive library.

It doesn’t take long for him to find the only scribe who’d come with them to Aretia: Violet’s friend, Jesinia, who had helped them sneak into the Archives to get the journals. Who happens to be Deaf. He hadn’t thought about that part. 

He waves a hello, racking his brain for the letters of the alphabet and spelling out his request at a snail’s pace, hoping he’s moving his hands correctly. I… n-e-e-d…

Jesinia takes pity on him, holding up a hand to stop him and darting back into the maze of shelves, leaving him standing there thoroughly embarrassed -- he really needs to add “study sign” to his list of things to do after this whole wyvern thing is resolved and Tyrrendor is freed again. Whenever that will be.

He’s expecting her to come back with a pen and paper, so he can write it down, but she emerges thirty seconds later with another scribe in tow, one he’s never met before -- the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. 

Jesinia gestures to you with a soft smile, and leaves.

He blinks once, twice, taking you in.

You’ve taken some creative liberties with the uniform, wearing the beige scribes’ robes open with a plain shirt and pants underneath, the hood down to expose your face and hair, a pair of glasses perched atop your head and a clipboard in hand, your nails long and painted a pale pink -- a few of them have started to chip, but it’s endearing; comforting to find a tiny flaw in an otherwise perfect presence.

You’re equally entranced. The fortress is crawling with riders -- you’re one of maybe five students here who are anything else --  but this one in particular makes your heart race. 

It’s as if the gods pulled a knight from the pages of one of your fantasy novels and dropped him in front of you in this library; broad and tall, muscled and tattooed, two longswords strapped across his back… he’d be intimidating without the nervous smile on his face and the blush dusting his cheeks, the afternoon light coming through the windows and making him glow.

“How can I help you, Lieutenant?” you ask after a moment, hoping you don’t sound as flustered as you feel.

The scar running down the side of his face moves as he speaks -- more quietly than you’d been expecting. “Riorson sent me; he wants everything you have about wards.”

You blow out a nervous breath. “Okay, uh… I’m still not totally sure how this library is organized, but I’ll see what I can do.”

“We can look together, then,” he offers, giving you a knee-weakening smile.

You don’t know if you can spend the rest of your afternoon with this man and not make a complete fool of yourself, but you’ll just have to try your best. “Sounds like a plan.”

You realize you don’t know each other’s names, having been too busy staring at each other to make proper introductions.

“Garrick,” he offers, extending a hand to shake.

You’re really supposed to refer to him as Lieutenant, since he’s graduated and you haven’t, but you still repeat the word softly, trying it out. “Nice to meet you, Garrick.”

He already owes Xaden Riorson his life, but hearing you say his name, feeling the softness of your hand against his… he decides he’ll be in the boy’s debt well into the afterlife, too.

“I’ll start on one end, you on the other, and meet in the middle?” you ask. “Anything with wards, magic, or protection in the title would be a good start.”

He hums in acknowledgement, heading down to the end of the row.

“I haven’t been in here in ages,” he admits, scanning the rows of shelves for anything that could be useful. “I lived most of my life here before the revolution,” he adds quickly, explaining.

Small talk is good. You can do small talk.

“It must have been interesting growing up in a fortress like this,” you respond, too shy to ask him for his likely incredibly-tragic life story outright, and you’re technically on the job right now, so you should be focusing on the task at hand.

He picks another volume off the top shelf, keeping his feet flat on the ground and barely having to stretch for it. “It was. There were a few dozen of us kids around, always underfoot and meddling. We used to play hide and seek in here, and see how long we could stay before the scribes found us and kicked us out.”

You laugh, a sound he doesn’t think he’ll ever grow tired of hearing. You may be a librarian, but you’re the polar opposite of the typical strict and stiff scribes he’s used to -- young and lovely and not afraid to laugh and talk among the books, to let them hear your voice and know that they’re appreciated. They’re lucky to have someone like you watching over them.

Since you’re grasping at straws here, you decide to cast a broad net and pull down anything that could be even a little bit helpful -- and you’re finding more than you’d thought, likely because the Tyrrish basically invented wards. 

You really should have brought a cart, but it’s no issue for him -- he’s holding at least ten thick volumes at once with complete ease.

“I got it,” he offers, shifting the tall stack he’s amassed into one arm and taking yours with the other. Seeing a man like him with an armful of books is hotter than it should be. Everything about him is hotter than it should be.

He sets the stack on the nearest table, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over the back of a chair before he sits down.

Your eyes linger on the relic winding around his arm like a plume of black smoke, contrasting against the pale muscle. You know it was intended as way to mark them as the descendants of those who had committed treason, to set them apart from their peers and to force them to enroll in the rider’s quadrant, but he looks like he didn’t have too much trouble in his days at Basgiath, if the two dozen patches on his flight jacket are any metric.

It suits him. He’d look incomplete without the relic and the thick scar on the side of his face. It would be rude to ask how he got it, but the curiosity still tugs at you. You want to know everything about him.

You realize you’re staring, and pull your eyes away as quickly as you can manage, worried that he’ll think you’re judging him -- though you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t on his side.

You each take a book off the top and crack it open, scanning for anything that could help. “Did he say anything more specific? Or why he needs this?”

“Nope. But he’s always been vague and mysterious, even when we were kids, before he had all those shadows following him around.”

“I’ve only seen him twice, but that sounds accurate.”

It’s his turn to laugh. “He may be all cold and broody all the time, but he’s a good guy. I’ve always considered him my best friend.”

You’re thinking of the best way to keep him talking when Jesinia knocks on the side of a nearby shelf to get your attention. Done with my transcribing. What’s next?

Thank you. You can leave for the day. 

Jesinia gives you a sly smile. You don’t want help? Or do you just want to be alone with him because you think he’s handsome?

She’d told you that Garrick’s sign was rusty, that he could only fingerspell, but you still turn away from him as you respond, praying he didn’t understand what she just said. 

Two can play at this game. I’ve been meaning to ask, how is that redhead boy who keeps coming by to talk to you? I’m sure he’d like to see you for another sign lesson tonight.

She reddens, realizing you know about her crush on the rider, and bails out of the conversation while she still can. Goodnight!

There’s that lovely laugh again as you turn back to him, seeing him watching you -- now you really hope he didn’t understand. He quickly returns his gaze to the book in front of him, which definitely isn’t modern Navarrian or any of the other languages you know. It must be Tyrrish.

“You can read this?” you ask with rapt curiosity, leaning forward to take a better look at it.

“About every fifth word or so,” he answers. “There aren’t many fluent speakers left, since it was outlawed decades ago and kids aren’t taught it in school. I don’t see the symbol for “wards” anywhere, but that might be too obvious.”

“No language should ever be outlawed,” you respond, perhaps a little too hotly. “There must be so much valuable information that was lost in translation or destroyed entirely after the wars. That’s one of the reasons I wanted to become a scribe, to try to save as much as I could. But so many of the texts in the Archives have been translated over and over, and I can’t help but wonder if some things were left out on purpose.”

Another smile. “Well-said. Into the “maybe” pile, then?”

Your cheeks warm with embarrassment as you realize how long you’d been talking. “That’s the only pile we have,” you sigh, stretching. 

He’d shown up around four, and it’s nearing seven now, your body automatically responding to the hour and telling you to pack things up, but that’s one of the nicest things about the library here -- unlike the Archives at Basgiath, you can work here through the night, and not be booted out at seven on the dot.

You’d asked the Lieutenant Colonel about it when he’d come by one day, and he’d told you there wasn’t any sort of magical time-sealing-lock on the library, just a normal wooden door charmed to be fireproof -- so you’d stayed in one of the armchairs until midnight reading, just because you could.

“Well,” he offers, “I know it’s a grave sin to eat in the library, so how about we take a break, get ourselves some dinner, and pick this back up after?”

Smooth. Very smooth.

“I’d like that,” you answer, your heart fluttering. “I’d like that a lot.”

[ceebit]

3racha and falling asleep on them

note : fluff™️, So Much Sap, loverboys, cece living vicariously thru these words. it’s not delusion i promise. i swear pls

chan exhales slowly when your head falls on his shoulder. finally. between being too scared to guide you to his shoulder himself in fear of waking you up and praying to anyone that would listen to please not let you hit your head on the window—the powers that be finally listened to his pleas and eased his inner dilemma peacefully.

except, his heart chooses that moment to remind his entire body of your proximity, and he slowly feels himself grow hot. it’s fine, he thinks, and shifts minutely to look out of the window. as long as they’re comfortable.

gently, you shift to wrap your arm around his, snuggling closer to him, and his eyes widen almost comically. he silently wills his heart to please stop threatening to fall out of his chest, that you’ve cuddled before and it didn’t make him this nervous, so what was the issue?

maybe it’s the way the sun streams through the window to halo around your head just right. maybe it’s the peaceful expression you wear each time you’re near him. or maybe it’s just wishful thinking of what could be, if he ever spoke on his feelings.

you’ve been out for half an hour, and changbin’s legs are beginning to fall asleep.

whatever, though. you needed a well deserved break and if getting you away from your laptop meant making his lap your makeshift pillow for the moment, then so be it. it’s not like he had much to do today, anyway.

he brushes your hair away from your face and catches himself smiling at the way you nuzzle into his warmth like a cat. his smile drops, internally scoffing at the absurdity of the small moment, and lets his hand drop back to the couch immediately.

stop it, he chides himself. think happy thoughts. happy thoughts like getting to hold you, for once… maybe if, you’d let him. of you in his sweaters, warm from a toss in the dryer, with a smile reserved just for him and he finds himself realizing he wouldn’t mind—

you shift in his lap to burrow even closer and he freezes.

shit.

“and i told him not to order the smaller size because he’d outgrown it too soon. you know, he’d benefit a lot more if he’d listen to me—”

a gentle weight slumps against his back and jisung pauses. he can faintly hear the confused sound of minho’s voice asking why he’d stopped talking, but his main concern is you. and the fact that you’ve dozed off behind him.

he can feel the press of your cheek against his back, and for a singular (and stupid) moment, he contemplates holding his breath lest you grow uncomfortable. the last thing he wanted was for a frown to tug the corners of your lips down, and after whispering a hushed excuse to the older male, he quietly hangs up and turns to regard you with wide eyes.

who allowed you to be this cute? it should be illegal, he thinks as he slowly shifts you so that you’re curled up against his side. and as he settles back into the cushions, he resigns himself to not moving until you wake up. as long as you were comfortable, he’d sacrifice the feeling in his left arm any day.

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[normansnt]

Handsome (Sanjixmale!reader)

Warnings: reader gets shot, nothing to specific though, mention of broken ribs.

*nightmare devil fruit*:

You can detect your opponents worst fears by touching them and can make illusions for them to see and live through it.

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Bright red

That was every girls cheek the moment they laid eyes on your handsome face, muscular build and nice fashion sense which fitted your body perfectly.

You are handsome

Everyone pretty much agreed

Very stereotypically handsome and women notice that, and they swoon over you

And to top it all you have a very charming personality with a kind and attractive tone

You are what people might describe as every woman's (who is attracted to men that is) dream.

Even Nami and Robin admitted to how handsome you are, of course they didn't swoon Nami is a lesbian missing Vivi, and Robin was too mature for that.

You joined the strawhats in alabasta when you tagged along with Robin to join them since you worked under crocodile as well to archive your dream of making the world a better place, you wanted to catch the right time and stop his horrible plans but the strawhats showed up and did the job for you. You didn't know what to do after so you tagged along with Robin who you befriended at that time.

Since then wherever you went you went with them.

You loved the crew and made a very powerful asset as well with your natural fighting skills with your scythe and your nightmare devil fruit*.

Since you were part of the strawhats wherever you went it was with them and the ladies swooned over you.

Sanji hated that.

He hated that ladies payed attention to you instead of him, he hated that they got all red in the face and even more beautiful that way whenever they looked at you.

But he mostly hated that even he had to admit that he agrees with those ladies.

He agrees you are handsome.

He agrees your smile is the most calming thing he ever saw.

He agrees that your charming personality and kind voice makes his legs weak and his cheeks burn so red he thinks he and his heart might blow up.

Thats why sanji prefers not to be around you, you confuse him and make him feel...things he never felt, not just towards a guy towards anyone.

This however made you believe he hates you.

And you just couldn't understand why.

When ladies swooned over you, you never did anything.

You just continued to be kind not thinking much of it since you were obviously gay.

And screwed.

Because of course you had to fall in love with the most lady obsessed man on your crew who not to mention hates you (or so you think).

He was just so kind, and considerate. Of course his perviness could be reather annoying but even so he was still looking out for women and respecting them, which most man don't.

The same thing happened in Thriller park.

When Perona saw you after you guys were awakened by Usopp she got red in the face and whispered to herself "he is so handsome I almost feel bad for making him depressed" that pissed off sanji. Of course he thought Perona was cute, but she of course noticed you and you didn't even answer her.

The next straw was when he wanted to rescue Nami-san, you tagged along and Absalom looked at you and immediately thought you are a big threat his exact words were: "you, handsome, you came for my bride there is no way Im letting her see you"

He didn't know you were Nami's crew mate since you didn't have a wanted poster either.

That extremely annoying for Sanji since he wanted to be the knight in shining armor for Nami.

"OI LION HEAD IM GONNA BEAT YOU TO PULP"

Yelled Sanji to get Absaloms attention.

However Absalom attacked you first paying him no mind. Now you wouldn't have a problem defeating him however when he got close so you could attack he disappeared and that caught you off guard.

You lifted you weapon just in time to block his punch and gave huge thanks to your reflexes. While this was happening Sanji had a perfect opportunity to get to Nami and he knew your strength, he knew you could handle yourself. But he wanted to beat Absalom. He wanted to beat the pervert peeking at Nami-san when she was bathing.

So he yelled

"Y/N" in a very pissed off tone.

You snapped your head in his direction thinking he got hurt or anything of that sort with the way he yelled, you were worried.

This however got your attention away from Absalom giving him an opening which he took immediately and shot right towards your heart.

The bullet hit you and you fell backwards with shock painted on your face.

Sanji stopped.

His breathing stoppen.

Everything was playing in slow motion as you fell towards the ground with a bullet in your chest.

This was his fault.

If he had not gotten your attention away from your opponent you would not have gotten hit.

Sanji was feeling empty.

Even he didn't know what happened with his feelings.

The only thing he knew was you were hurt and he did not. like. that.

The moment your body hit the ground Sanji attacked Absalom kicking him so hard he passed out.

And then kneeled down to your body.

"Y/N?Y/N! Can you hear me?" He started to panic he did not want to lose you. He looked at your chest and he saw that the bulled hit just under you heart very likely not damaging your heart just breaking a few ribs.

"Sanji" you coughed out "Nami, Nami is getting take--" you coughed up blood not being able to finish your sentence. Sanji looked behind him and you were right. While he was busy worrying about you Absalom took Nami and disappeared, literally.

That is the moment Sanji realized.

He let Nami out in the open alone because he wanted to get to you.

You, the guy who had such an amazingly kind personality every girl who he claimed to want swooned over.

You who always smiled at him even if he didn't smile back or act just a little bit rude.

You, who offered to help clean up after every meal the crew had and even though he told you no every time (rather harshly) you still at least collected the plates and put them on the counter next to where he was washing the dishes.

You

He loved you

That is what he realized in that moment.

That was the most confusing thing to him.

How did he love a man?

"Sanji-" your raspy voice broke him out of his trance and he got to his senses you guys had to move or else there would be trouble.

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After defeating Moria the straw hats celebrated. Not just the new victory but the new crew mate as well.

Sanji was in the kitchen preparing more food for luffy everyone. And you just can't shake the thought of what happened.

Sanji ran to your aid instead of staying by Nami's side and protecting her. In a way he choose you over Nami.

No, there is no way that's too far fetched. You just couldn't figure it out.

So there was only one thing to do.

Ask him.

Now this was trickier then it sounded.

With you thinking he hates you, approaching him was not easy.

But you had to do it if you wanted to get an answer.

Which you really wanted to.

So you stood up from your place next to Usopp and with claiming you will go to get another drink you were off to the kitchen.

Sanji was zoning out. Thinking about you. About how nice the button up shirt you were wearing looked on you and how it defined you muscles.

"Hey Sanji" you said stepping into the kitchen. He was still focusing on cutting meat and let out a "hmm" as greeting.

That did not help your already raging anxiety.

"I... great food tonight you did really great" this was quite awkward the way you said it however you did mean it. He said "mhmm" without giving you a glance and continuing what he is doing. Sanji did not mean any harm from this he just didn't want to look at you fearing a nose bleed.

"Anyway I was just wondering..." you were getting more anxious by the moment due to his cold demeanor. "Uhhhh" 'oh come on Y/N spit it out already he is already fed up with you' you thought to yourself.

"Can I ask you a question?" Finally better than nothing you are in it now there is no way out.

Sanji stoped what he was doing just for a split second.

"Sure" and he continued what he was doing

'Finally words' you thought to yourself your anxiety lowering just a little.

"Ok so... uhhh... its about what happened" pause "in Thriller park when we fought Absalom"

Sanji was confused. He already apologized for messing with your fight and for the broken ribs you suffered for it, he couldn't really look in your eyes from shame (you thought from hate), but he still did it. Not to mention you sounded nervous, why? At this point he put his knife down and looked at you (well kinda) leaning his back on the kitchen counter trying his hardest to prevent a nose bleed from your muscular forearms which showed because of your rolled up sleeves.

This of course just made you more nervous, you always thought he was handsome but when he looked right at you with his blue eyes you could faint.

"Well I was just wondering..." 'oh my god Y/N spit it out!' You literally yelled at yourself in your mind.

"Why did you come to my aid when you could have helped Nami?"

There it was, out in the open. Now he will either gat mad at you or you will get an actual advice, he already hates you whats the worst that could happen.

"Well..." he started slowly "I don't quite understand your confusion, I mean you were seriously wounded not to mention it was my foult--"

"No" you said cutting him off "I mean yeah it was kinda but it was my decision to look away and not pay attention so it was more my fault... but thats not what I mean." You corrected yourself quickly, then sighed.

"Look we all know how much you love Nami and for you to get to me instead of a lady who is Nami is just to weird--"

"Because..." started Sanji cutting you off "I..." he was screwed, he had no idea how to tell you why he did what he did without confessing his love to you which just got stronger by every passing day.

"I...don't actually know its just what I did it was in the past, it already happened so I do not see any need to discuss this any further" he said kind of hastily to rush the conversation along.

This hurt you. You knew he hated you but... well when does it not hurt when your crush just wants you out of his sight.

You turned around and were about to leave when

"Now, can you answer a question?" Asked Sanji in a calm tone. You were surprised to say the least. This was probably the longest conversation you guys ever had.

"I... uh sure" you were kind of happy he was not that fed up with you yet.

"Why do you never do anything about women swooning over you all the time?"

"What?" This caught you off guard, very much so, what did that have to do with anything?

"Don't play dumb you see how they cheeks get pink and how they look the other way giggling, why do you never act on that, with your looks and charm you could get any women in the world and I don't know how but you don't even do anythi--" laughing.

Your laughter cut Sanji off. It was a lovely laugh, he knew that he liked your laugh a lot. But why were you laughing?

"Sanji...what?" You asked flabbergasted, still chuckling a bit. He was just staring at you silently. That told you everything.

"Sanji... Im gay" you said with still an amused expression on your face.

OH

Sanji suddenly understood everything. Your good sense of fashion, your kind nature you being very good friends with Nami and Robin.

"And as for how Im charming" you continued to answer him.

"Im not" you smiled lightly " I mean you saw how anxious I was when talking to you the guy I like I mean you do hate me but still, Im not charming, the only thing I do is treat women... well not like a pervert and not like they are only boobs, and a pretty face, but like they are actually a person, which they are however men fail to notice that" you continued smiling, blissfully unaware of what you said at the beginning of your statement.

Sanji wasn't unaware however. He stopped functioning the moment you said you liked him and then his eyes bulged out of his skulls when you said he hates you.

"Hold on..." he didn't even know where to start.

"You think I hate you?" He went with that first

"Well based on the fact that this is the longest conversation we ever had, yes." You said dumbfounded still not aware that you confessed to him.

"I..." he felt really bad. You thought he hated you when in reality he just had feelings for you that scared him. "No, I don't hate you, not at all in fact..." should he do it? Well you confessed first so that made it easier.

"I like you... a lot, actually I kinda... sorta...love...you" and he said it. He confessed, real love, to a man, you.

Thats when you realized what you said, that you said you liked him. That you just confessed to the man you have loved since you saw his adorable curly eyebrows and silky blond hair.

You turned tomato red, Sanji chuckled at this finding you adorable.

"Ehh... wait, you love me?" You were short circuiting, this was not happening, but...how?

"Well... thats what I just said" he said not so sure of himself anymore. You just said you liked him but he already confessed his love for you. Now it was his time to turn red or he was about to when you leaped into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"I love you to" you whispered in his ears.

Sanji hugged you back slowly, relishing in your sent.

When you two parted you looked in his eyes, ocean blue, you loved it.

"Uhh... before the urge to kiss you gets to strong I should probably tell you...uhh" stuttered Sanji

"This is my first...kiss...relationship?...or anything romantic with a guy--mmhhp" before he could finish you kissed him.

You kissed him.

Sanji was above every cloud there is. Your soft lips on his.

The way they moved against his, fitting together like puzzle pieces, it was addictive.

When you licked his lips to ask for entrance he gave it to you right away craving more of you. You sat him up on the kitchen counter while discovering his mouth with your tongue. There was not much of a fight for dominance since Sanji was dazed from kissing you. Since you needed air you slowly parted your lips from his and looked in his eyes.

You were both panting slightly, with red faces.

"So, how was that for first romantic experience with a man?" You smiled kindly again.

How could you kiss him like playboy and smile like a child with puppy eyes the next moment he'll never know. Thats just one more thing he loved about you.

Interesting how things turned out the handsome man he was so jealous of for all the attention he got from the ladies ended up his handsome boyfriend.

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WHAT? IM NOT DEAD YET?

NO IM NOT HAHAHA

I actually didn't plan on my next fic being a Sanji fic but I got this great idea for him so I had too.

Also you guys didn't like my last Sanji fic😭

But thats ok I loved it a lot so😛

I love this man and to be hones I hate that cuz his perviness is annoying but I cant help it the heart wants what the heart wants kids remember that🫡

ANYWAY I don't know who or what my next fic is gonna be WE SHALL SEE WHEN THE CREATIVITY STRIKES ME🫠

Well I hope you enjoyed your reading ladies, gentlemen and others, good afternoon good evening and good night🧡🦖

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfic - Rings

Words: 993

@wolfstarmicrofic

🌙✨🌙✨🌙

Prongs

Moony you need to come get your man, he’s so drunk.

They won’t serve him anymore.

😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

Moony

🙄🙄 Not my man, Prongs.

On my way. 😘😘

Remus, in his soft pyjama bottoms and one of Sirius’ hoodies, drove into town to the bar the others were at. He had a ridiculous amount of student work to mark so, ignoring Sirius’ protests, he’d opted for a night in. It turned out that marking in an empty house went a lot quicker than marking in a house where Sirius kept interrupting him.

Outside the bar, Sirius was propped up between James and Pete. They eased him into the passenger seat, giggling as he got his bearings.

“Moons!” He looked over at Remus and his whole face lit up. “James, Moony’s here!”

“I see him, Pads.” James smirked, “He’s going to take you home.”

“Oh,” Sirius paused, “Well that sounds lovely.”

Remus glanced back over at James who mouthed. “Tequila.”

“Oh, Pads, not tequila.” He opened the glove compartment and pulled out a plastic bag and a pack of baby wipes, just in case.

“So fucking cute,” Sirius mumbled to himself as he accepted the bag.

“You alright? Need a lift?”

“Nah, Pete and this girl have hit it off so I’m gonna stay and wingman.” James grinned at Pete who looked very smug.

“Can’t wait to hear about it tomorrow.” Remus smiled at them as they waved and headed back inside.

“Wait, are they going back in?” Sirius tried to undo his seatbelt. Remus pulled his hand away before he could figure it out.

“Yeah, but we’re going home.” He said kindly, but firmly. “You had too much, mate.”

Sirius pouted as Remus covered the seatbelt clip with his hand. “Can we go to McDonalds?” He huffed after a few attempts at moving it before Remus laced their fingers together to distract him. “I’ll go home if we can go to McDonalds.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” If Sirius regularly looked at him the way he did when he took his drunk ass to McDonalds, his life would be in danger. “But you’re buying me a McFlurry.”

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Once they got home and finished eating. Remus put the kettle on as Sirius settled on the sofa. When he returned, carrying two mugs, he stopped to look at Sirius.

“You good, Moons?” He opened one eye. Remus shook himself out of it and nodded, handing him a mug. “Thanks. I think I’m quite drunk.”

“Quite?” Remus chuckled, sitting down next to him. “You couldn’t walk up the stairs.”

“That seems like the stairs’ problem.” Sirius waved his hand towards the stairs. He opened his eyes and looked at Remus. He sat cross-legged, facing him. He looked so soft in the glow from the lamp. He crossed his legs and turned fully so they were knee to knee. “I should tell you something, right?”

Remus hesitated. “Well, that’s up to you.”

Sirius tilted his head slightly, regarding him, “Nah, I should tell you.” He took a deep breath. “Moony. Remus.” The hair on Remus’ arms stood on end. “You are… the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” Remus tried to interrupt but Sirius just put a hand on his knee and shook his head, “There’ll be time for questions at the end. You’re… you’re just so Moony! Fuck, I just love you.” He smiled at Remus, eyes slightly out of focus.

“You’re drunk.” Remus hated himself for wanting to pretend this was real. “You should go to bed.”

“Would you come with me?” Sirius looked at him from under his lashes and Remus had to close his eyes to maintain any semblance of self-control. Seizing the moment, Sirius pressed his lips to Remus’, startling him.

“Pads, what the fuck?” Remus put a hand on Sirius’ shoulder as he tried to lean in again. “Hey, stop!”

Sirius just stared at him, looking like a kicked puppy. “But I— I thought…” He mumbled.

“I need you to hear me. You’re drunk. I’m not drunk. And I’m not the kind of person who’d take advantage of you or any other drunken idiot. If you want to talk about this tomorrow when you’re sober, then we can talk about it. But for now, let’s get you to bed.”

Sirius nodded sadly and let Remus help him off the sofa, before grabbing their tea and heading for the stairs. He helped Sirius take off his shirt and jeans and stopped him before he tried to slide his boxers down.

Sirius sat on the edge of the bed as Remus turned to leave. “Moons.” He said softly, twirling one of his rings, before slipping it off. “Put this on, I want you to know that I’m serious. I might be wankered, but I’m so serious.”

“You’re always Sirius.” Remus chuckled as he crouched down in front of him. Sirius slid the twisted gold ring onto the fourth finger on Remus’ left hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckle. “Thank you. Now will you please get into bed?”

Sirius nodded and slipped under the duvet without further protest. Remus watched him toss and turn for a moment before he got comfortable, and then he was asleep. Remus was never jealous of Sirius’ confidence, good looks or money, but the way he could fall asleep instantly had Remus positively green sometimes.

He slipped off Sirius’ hoodie once he was in his room and got into bed. He twisted the ring around his finger for what felt like hours until he fell asleep.

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When he woke up, the first thing he saw was Sirius’ face, inches from his own.

“Morning!” He smiled at Remus, “I made tea.”

Remus sat up slowly, with a groan, “Thanks.”

“So… it’s tomorrow. Well, no, it’s today, but—”

“You remember?” Remus’ heart was pounding in his head as Sirius nodded. “You want to talk about it?”

He nodded again, nervously, as he looked down at Remus’ hand. “Yeah, I think it’s time.”

[chiiyuuvv]

archive ii ★

boyfriend!hunter 0.5k words

notes! part 2 of posting works originally written for my friends. i was reading this again in the first time in forever and i frowned; it's just so cute :(( some kissing involved

inspired by a incredulously sweet junny song, promise

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

A gasp leaves your lips when hunter finally opens the door, revealing his room perfectly decorated with warm candles and flower petals covering the floor. His bed neatly made up as a tray sits on it, filled with all of your favorite foods. You could tell how much time and effort he put into it, watching out of the corner of your eye how he shifts back and forth nervously.

"Do you.. like it?" He scratches the back of his neck, his eyes looking down at you with so much adoration. "What- how- of course i love it silly!" You stammer, playfully hitting his chest. He chuckles at that, his hand finding yours as his cheeks pinken. "Dont.. dont give me that look with those eyes.." his voice barely a whisper as he looks away from you, his heart thrumping in his chest as he leads you to his bed.

"I made you you're favorite foods." He breaks the calm silence, going into one of the containers to pull out a grape for you to eat. "Ah, ah.." he stops, wanting to feed it to you. You roll your eyes, opening your mouth so he could drop it in. He giggles at that, wondering to himself how he was so lucky to get a girl like you all to himself.

"I thought about you today." He smiles, scooting closer to your body, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Oh?" You respond, laying your head on his chest. "I think about you everyday, youre always on my mind." He quietly admits, wrapping his arms around your figure. "You're the best part of my day."

He looks down at you, his fingers tracing your jaw, sending you light shivers. You knew he wasnt lying when you look into his eyes, hearing his heart thrump wildly against your ears. "I'll stay by your side forever." His mind malfunctions hearing your words, his cheeks turning into a dark pink as a dazed smile appears on his lips.

Your hands come to lay on his chest, moving to your position so now you were straddling his lap, one of his hands resting on your thigh while the other rubs your cheek, his eyes darting to both of yours before he lets out a sigh. "Seriously, dont look at me like that."

His head spins hearing your sweet laughter, giving your cheek another swipe before he finally leans in, closing the gasp. His hands move down to rub up and down your waist, leaning downwards to find your lips again, your hands going up to tug at his hair for support. He feels like time stopped, the only thing he could hear was your lips connecting and disconnecting again along with his fast heartbeat and heavy breaths, sharing secrets to each other without words, spilling how much youve wanted this, how much youve been longing, yearning for this very moment.

His soft, pillowy lips move against yours in a soft pace, his grip tightening as if hes going to lose you when he lets go, his mind filled with you, and only you.

︴bonus! i'm feeling so sentimental rn idk why

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@cherrycolaberry , @wonootnoot , @pinievsev , @bluw0ok HII ROADYSS its been so long since ive posted something xikers related omg

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Roger Barel Main Route - Mad Love Chapter 24 Premium Story

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.

NSFW, MINORS DNI

When I threw my ordinary life away and told him my feelings, Roger said…

“Throw it all away and become my lover.”

The most egoistical man had stolen away my heart and body tonight.

—When the door closed, I couldn’t help but clutch the front of my blouse. 

Roger and I entered a room of an inn close to the bar; the large bed inside made its presence very known.

(Roger’s made my body feel good in so many ways)

(It all started on a day I got drunk, and then what followed was…feeling all sorts of pleasure with fingers and tongue—)

The thought of experiencing pleasure even greater than that had my eyes burn and tear up with anticipation and embarrassment.

Roger: …

I was taken aback by Roger’s intense gaze and felt my cheeks warm.

Kate: …What is it?

Roger: The way you were bawling your eyes out because of how you wanted to be strong really hit me, but I also thought that crying face would make me cum. I just wanna make you cry even more now. Seal your lips and prod you where it’s all wet*.  Have you soaked with tears all throughout the night.

Kate: …

His lips were against my ear, and the low whisper was enough to make me feel weak. 

Because this wasn’t Roger’s delusion.

Within this room, it would become a reality.

Roger: You’ll be okay. Your sensitive body can handle it.

Kate: I’m not worried about that. Anyway…

I hesitated for a moment before I clasped my hands tightly in front of my chest and looked directly at Roger.

Kate: Even if it hurts, don’t stop… You’ve been self-indulgent. I want you to make me cry a lot…That’s why I’m here!

Roger: Haaa…you’re so damn cute! Let’s make a mess of the bed together.

He lifted me up with enthusiasm and the next thing I knew, I found myself bouncing on the sheets.

Kisses rained down upon me.

Kate: …Nnn…nnn, haaa..aaahn

As we kissed, my skirt and blouse slipped off my bare skin. Roger then undid his shirt.

Roger: …You don’t need this either.

He removed the gun from my garter belt and placed it on the bedside table. 

Roger: Though the more I look at your garter belts, the sexier they feel. The feeling of holding a strong woman is the biggest turn on.

The fingers on the garter belt stroked my thigh and slowly made their way up.

Kate: Haa…

When his fingers approached my core, I arched my back as a sweet tingling sensation spread throughout my body. Wet sounds could be heard from the space between my legs.

Roger: You’re soaking wet. Can you feel how tight you’re squeezing my fingers here?

When those rough fingers that were used to handling a rifle pumped in and out of me, an irresistible pleasure ran through me.

Kate: I do…your fingers…haa

That place took his fingers in with ease and tightened around them.

As if saying “hurry up, I want it.”

It didn’t matter how shy I was, my desires were getting too big to hide—

Kate: Stop teasing and just put it in…Roger…I want you…

I reached down between his legs and loosened the front.

When the heat that couldn’t be contained within his underwear fell out of his cramped pants, I brought it to my lips.

(I need to get Roger wet too…)

Roger: …O_O

Roger’s breath hitched in surprise and then he started breathing heavily.

I was so entranced by his pleased sounds that I wanted to take more of him in my mouth.

Roger: …Haaa, Kate…

As he messily stroked my hair, he continued to grow harder.

Kate: Mnnnn, Roger.

(It’s too big to take it all in)

But I wanted to make Roger feel good. Tears welled up as I did my best to take the bulbous tip in my mouth.

Roger: Ahhh, I could cum like this… Still, I want us to feel good together.

Kate: Ah…Roger.

Roger lifted me up and placed me on his chest.

He pulled me toward him by the waist and settled his face between my legs.

(Together…!)

The second I understood what he meant, I was hit with brain-melting pleasure.

Kate: Ah, aahhh, aaaa…

Roger: …Mmnn…It’s still flowing out even with each lick.

Aroused by his voice, I forgot any sense of embarrassment I had and ran my lips and tongue over his swelling heat.

Kate: Mmm…Roger.

The pleasure was so intense that my cheeks and eyelashes were stained with tears—

And then, all I could do was moan as I arched my back while straddling Roger’s face.

Kate: Ahnn, ahhh, mnnn, Roger, Roger…

Roger: Ahhh, if you’re gonna cry like that, then I wanna see your crying face.

The moment his tongue left, I collapsed onto the bed.

As I laid on the sheets, I felt a muscular chest over me.

Roger: …I’m done with putting it off. I’m gonna take all of you.

Roger parted my legs and sank in.

Kate: Aahh…—

My vision went white as I felt a pulsing heat enter me.

—The next time I came to, I saw Roger hovering over looking worried.

Kate: …Roger?

Roger: The moment I put it in, you passed out.

Kate: Then…

Roger: Nope, the fun’s just begun.

Roger lightly rocked his hips.

Kate: …

My cheeks warmed when I realized he was still inside.

As he continued rocking his hips, I started panting.

Kate: Nnn, ahhhh…you’re so deep…it feels so good.

Roger: We’re gonna do it. …And then we’re gonna indulge in this pleasure all night long.

Kate: Yes…Roger.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close.

Feeling the warmth of my loved one made me unconditionally happy…

Roger: Kate…love’s the best thing. I’ll never betray my feelings for you…ever.

Tender whispers that fell against my eyelids made me even more drunk on happiness.

Kate: It’s thanks to you that this love’s so wonderful. I’m glad I fell in love with you…I love you, always.

Roger: Yeah, me too.

My body was aching so sweetly as he hugged me tight, and when he thrusted hard, it sent me over the edge.

Roger’s heat continued to fill me and I kept moaning all night long—

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*originally sticky, gooey. I absolutely refuse to use any word describing a thick liquid’s consistency in this scenario.

:3c I'd like to formally apologize for misleading y'all into it was just face sitting when they were actually 69ing.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 43)

“Hey! I'm agh, back!” N was still completely covered in mud and filth, his coat littered in scratches and stains, his hat was clutched in his hands, and his brand new WDF badge in his pocket.

The badge was a bronze shield with the worker drone icon embossed on the front, he felt accomplished, he'd done this himself earned something for himself for the first time… ever.

“In here!” Uzi called from the bedroom, and N followed it, the door was wide open, and Uzi was laying belly down on the bed, absent of her normal hoodie and left in her purple tank top. Her tail was free as well, but it was curled up at her side, relaxed. She had cracked open a dusty book and was visor deep into it. N couldn't help the gold that creeped into his cheeks.

Excuse him for finding his girlfriend hot cute.

When their gazes connected, Uzi jumped up, looking equal measure concerned and surprised at the wreak of a dissasemy drone in front of her.

“You look like you got into a fight! What happened?” Her hand was on his cheek, he felt himself smiling, his tail wagging behind him.

“Your dad put me through their training course, turns out I'm not exactly built for uh… the ground.” He purred and put his hand over hers. His head already felt heavy, and he was almost overwhelmed by the urge to fall into the bed, taking her with him.

“Well? What was your time?” She asked smirking.

“Minute fifteen.”

“Ah dang, you beat me.” She replied in mock dissapointment, but N knew it wasn't something she meant.

“Huh?”

“I used to do that course the couple of times dad took me into the office. I got pretty good at it… my best was two minutes.” She explained, she pulled away from him face, leaving him wanting for more contact.

“How'd you get past the wall?” He asked, almost already knowing the answer.

“Kinda just had to run up it. It was always my worst enemy…”

“Heh… I thought so, I did too.”

“Let's get you cleaned up, okay?” In the next moment she had his hand and was leading him to the bathroom connected to their room, he blinked, fighting back the warmth that was crawling up his arm and into his processors.

“I can do that myself.” He hummed, although he didn't let go of her hand, or really suggest she leave.

“Let me take care of you?” Uzi replied, several tones lighter then her usual tone.

He blushed at that, feeling uncertain about his own words parroted back at him, he nodded sheepishly.

She locked the door behind her, before turning around, her tail was wagging gently behind her, and a blush was on her face. N giggled at her embarrassment.

“You sure? I really can do this myself.”

“Y-yes! I'm um… also testing a theory, just… shush.” She grumbled, closing the gap between them before her hands clasped around the fur of his coat, before she went to unbutton it.

N felt his core speed up, watching as she slowly undid each button, each move deliberative, as if she was trying to move through water.

“You feeling it too?”

In response, Uzi looked up at him, looking almost like she was in pain.

“Trying to fight it. Also part of my theory, just… hush please… don't make me kiss you.”

She got to around his waist and undid his belt, throwing it to the floor along with his hat, he shrugged off what was left, leaving the filthy garment to join the pile on the floor.

He felt exposed like this… it didn't help that Uzi had paused for a moment to look at him, eyes rolling over every groove of his sleek chassis even though it was still covered in grime.

He forced every eye away from her direction feeling self-conscious for the first time in… forever.

“S-sorry.” He heard her mumble, before she pulled a rag that was hung on the wall down and wet it in the sink, before crouching down and beginning with the grime caked on his legs.

Uzi was doing her best not to explode, but there was a reason she was doing this, and it wasn't just an excuse to see her boyfriend naked. No, she'd been doing quite a bit of reading while N had been out, specifically, biology.

Even more specifically, bat species, their habits, behaviors, what made them tick and why. Trying to figure out why they were being dragged into these trances and if they could control them in some way.

N meanwhile was trying to control himself.

No one had ever shown this much tenderness to him, and Uzi was being incredibly gentle with him, he wanted to melt. He was melting, he was putty, Uzi's putty and she could do whatever she wanted with him, he'd be good for her.

His purring became remincent of a motorboat, so loud and so strong it was vibrating his entire chassis, she finished his leg, wrung out the rag, and started on the other, she was quick and methodical, and made sure to be extra careful in places moisture could get trapped inside his plating, treating rust was a pain in the ass.

“How you feeling?”

“Mmm… good.”

He wasn't all there, she could tell from his voice, which is what she figured, N didn't seem to have the willpower she did, and got swept away with the gushy, fluffy feeling that came with the trance easier.

She was still fighting hers, ever present and buzzing uncomfortably in the back of her mind. She'd give it what it wanted, but she wanted to prove her hunch first.

Thankfully, she didn't need N to be all there for this to work… if it worked at all.

When she finished, he was finally free of the by then dried mud that had covered any part of his body that had been exposed while he'd done the course, which had ended up being quite a bit of him.

Then instead of getting him a change of clothes, she stopped resisting the urge that had plagued her since the second he walked through the door, and buried herself into his arms.

Her theory? Clearly, whatever weird instincts were having them do this wanted them close, otherwise neither of them would feel a pull this strong, so… if they were to willingly indulge this feeling, with as few layers on as possible separating them. Maybe they could control it. Maybe.

It was based on only a day or two worth of bat research, and most of it had proved completely useless. Most bats simply didn't behave the same way, being social, polygamous animals, who didn't seem to pair up, at least for long.

Except…. One.

A very obscure, very specific bat native to Australia. A false-vampire bat that paired for life. The yellow winged bat. Which wouldn’t you know it, typically slept in that pair, holding wings.

They couldn't do that, the ceiling wasn't tall enough, and N's wings were made out of blades. But this was the next best thing.

The silicone on silicone contact was almost scary if it didn't seem to be everything her body had been telling her to do for the past week, N immediately wrapped himself around her, ignoring her tank top in favor of running his hands underneath it.

N was warm, and safe. And despite being made out of metal he felt so soft. Her tail coiled and tightened around his waist, and his tail did the same.

“Biscuits…” He mumbled, causing her to try to hold in a cackle, but that meant it was working, the fog in her processor was finally starting to lift, further then it had even in moments where she'd thought she'd been fine, she took a deep breath.

So… they'd essentially been touch-starving themselves. Cuddles helped, but not what these new instincts wanted, animals didn't have clothes… so they didn't need any either… apparently.

“Are you freaking kidding me…?” Uzi was honestly more mad that this was actually working, the only thing her body wanted was skin-to skin contact?

“Mmm. Don't complain, this is nice…”

Uzi couldn't help but agree with him.

The next morning. The brain fog was gone.

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[theblackfemininesociety]

✨This is your sign to declutter you life:

Start with your socials: Unsubscribe / unfollow the uninspiring, redundant, low frequency content that isn’t adding value to you or a reflection of who you are become. Also, delete or archive any photos that don’t align with the woman you want to become.

Empty out your inbox: there’s no reason why you have 1,000 unread emails or spam text on your phone. Unsubscribe and delete the unnecessary messages and emails! Only subscribe to things that align with the woman you are becoming! And for my shopaholic besties, unsubscribe those tempting stores that is declining your saving account ! Remember there’s nothing soft about being an aesthetically cute but broke woman. 😉

Take a social media break: this is for my extroverted and social media thirsty besties, it’s time to disconnect. Just a week. Cut it off and if it’s too much to bear, Limit your time on social media for a week! This also includes a people detox, put your phone on DND. Fall back for a bit and indulge in self care. The tea you love to indulge in can wait and your loved ones will reach out on their own if needed but please have some me time 💆🏾‍♀️

Clean your space: dedicate a day or days to completely clean your apartment/ room. I am talking about that closet that you’ve been avoiding and that cabinet that hasn’t been opened because it’s out of reach. After that, treat yourself, light a candle order some food, or take a long hot spa like shower. You will feel so much better in a clean space. Clean decluttered environment!

If you don't use it, Throw it away: I don’t know what it is exactly but I know there’s items in your space right now that simply take up space! And when you clean you probably move it around or organize it better. If you don’t use it, throw it away! If it’s worn down throw it away! If you have time to donate it, do so. Lately as for me., If I don’t donate it right away it’ll stay there until “I have the time” so lately I’ve been practicing the “do it now” method. Which is exactly how it sounds. If you have time do it now if not in this case of decluttering and cleaning, throw it out.

Journal: Take some time to reflect and write out your thoughts and feelings. Nothing beats putting a pin to paper (or stylus pen to iPad) and writing down all that’s in your mind.

Mediate & Pray: In our fast-paced world filled with constant distractions and never-ending to-do lists, it is imperative to find moments of stillness and connection. One powerful way to achieve this is through the practice of meditation and prayer. to quiet the mind, find inner peace, and connect with our own spiritual essence. Both prayer and meditation are powerful practices that can bring numerous benefits to our lives. They provide us with a sense of belonging and purpose, reminding us of what really important.

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[james-is-here]

EHEM I need to rant about this and you're my favourite kpop writer so-

Imagine member reader who just CAN NOT be serious about his social media. He has 3 accounts on every platform, 1 for that's literally just him being an idol and shit, and 1 where he stalkes stays edits/posts about him and comments as if he's a fan and occasionally posts memes. One time he fucked up and sent a post that was supposed to be on meme account on idol account and fans go absolutely insane like "wtf is this??".

But on the 3rd one he's sooo troll-y. He pretends to be a fan account of himself and or the group and just randomly takes videos of himself or the group to post, again, acting like a fan. So stays are like "OMG DUDE WHERE DID YOU GET THIS STUFF FROM" and "OMG SOURCE?!?!" but people get suspicious when he's just like 🤷‍♂️. And they keep asking where these videos/photos are coming from and he's just like "just trust me bro🙌" until he gets like scolded by one of the members.

(I'm so sorry I didn't mean to rant like this I just thought it was so funny and needed to tell SOMEONE)

Omg wait that is so adorable and hilarious. Also knowing I'm your favorite makes me so giddy.

So Mn has three pages, his page he posted with the others, a private account, and a fan account.

He had just posted a slideshow of photos from an event he went to then ended up in a scrolling spiral, just watching random videos and he comes across an edit of him and Felix being sassy together and he giggles softly as he opens the comments and he's reading the comments and one said "Sass Kings" and Mn couldn't help himself and commented his reply "We slay." and then he just goes on to the next video.

A few minutes later, his notifications are going off and people are replying to his comment and that's when he realized what account he used and without giving context he just...deleted the comment.

Then people started making memes about the "Mn Comment moment" like someone created a "I was there for the Mn comment" ticket meme.

I have an idea for the third one, he posts videos of him bugging the members or sneaky videos he took when the others were cuddling with him.

His most watched video with a butt-ton of comments asking for the source is a clip of a video he recorded of him sitting sideways on the couch and back hugging Chan who was on his laptop, a blanket over both of them on Chan's lap and Mn's face isn't visible since it was resting on Chan's shoulder not facing the phone. Fans could see Chan leaning back into Mn's body and in the clip Chan turns his head and whispers something that has Mn tightening his hold around Chan. His most liked photos is a candid shot of Hyunjin looking back over his shoulder while painting, brush still hovering over the canvas.

People were commenting how cute it was but also where it came from and how this unknown user kept getting these videos and photos.

His third page (I'm gonna name SKZ Archive) made its way to a few of the boys and at first the ones who found it were confused as hell and worried until they realized and payed more attention to the photo or video that they remembered where it came from.

Mn was responsible though! He didn't post invasive photos of the others, he posted a shirtless photo of himself every now and again but thats it.

He got scolded by his dad but he was told he could keep the account since it's not all the harmless.

I have a social media maker, I could actually make this. Would y'all want media posts?

--Can I insert an idea I had with Ateez?--

Mn posting a video on his third account in his room and it starts with him struggling to prop up his phone and once it's set, he steps back and Wooyoung is attached to him on his back. Mn takes his hands off his legs to show that he was no contribution to holding the male up, it's all Wooyoung. Then Mn looks off screen with a smile but then it falls when whoever he's looking at is suddenly in frame and Mn has to catch him. Now he has Wooyoung on his back while slowly loosing grip on Seonghwa and a second later, Seonghwa is going down with Mn and Wooyoung in tow, crashing to the floor and Wooyoung lets go of Mn but the way he landed when he let go had him kneeing both Mn and Seonghwa at the same time and when he realized and heard the both of them groan he started spewing apologies between his laughter.

Mn was semi curled up on top of Seonghwa and both couldn't stop laughing, Mn eventually slowly rolled off Seonghwa and now all three of them couldn't stop laughing at the events that happened.

Fans found the whole thing hilarious and a lot speculated something happened at Mn and Seonghwa's combined groans and Wooyoung's apologies, some were more focused on the laughter and others were trying to figure out where this video came from.

[shigarakis-cumdump]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a wholesome Shigaraki headcannon.

I wanna know how he tells y/n his feelings for them, and the journey of how he developed them. I think it's such a cute idea, and I would love to read your input on it!

(If you like what you read, consider supporting me on Ao3!)

Title: A Villain's Origin of Love

Summary: A short hc of how Shigaraki came to fall in love with you. He was never good with words, and a crush didn't help.

Cw: none

Word Count: 1k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

When you first joined the Liberation, Shigaraki hated you. He figured you were just another fan that would leave the second things became serious, just like they all did. He would observe you from a distance, never even introducing himself to you since he figured it was a waste of time. When you stuck around after a few months, you were already well acquainted with everyone, except for him. 

The other members would rave about you, telling him funny things you did and how thoughtful you were of the other members. He knew this, or course; having watched you for the better part of 3 months helped him understand just who you were. 

His skepticism started to fade when he saw you helping Toga after a battle. Usually, everyone would patch themselves up, but you jumped in to help her and other members before even helping yourself. He admired your selflessness. Another time, he watched you from behind the door as you were blissfully humming while you patched up Touya’s clothes he had destroyed a day prior. Shigaraki felt something when he saw you in these quiet moments, and he didn’t like the feeling. He felt warm on the inside, something he had never felt before. Surely he was distancing himself enough, so why was he feeling this? Was it some type of quirk you had and didn’t mention? 

“Um, Shigaraki sir?” He was taken out of his thoughts by the sound of your voice echoing from the room. When he looked up, he saw you staring at him, a slight smile on your face.

“What are you doing?” He asked, opening the door and stepping towards you.

“Oh, just repairing Dabi’s jacket. Did you need something repaired as well? Or need me for a mission?” You asked.

“N-No, just don’t fuck it up, I don’t want another singed member walking around.” He replied as he quickly left. Shigaraki got back to his room and cursed himself for not taking you up on your offer. He wanted to talk to you, but he was nervous. The leader of the biggest villain organization was nervous to talk to a girl of all things. Not having a reason to talk to you, he looked around his room for something, anything, he could give you to fix, just so he could stay in the room and watch you, at the very least. 

After not finding anything, he takes his coat off and rips it apart in several places. Heading back to your room, he hears you talking with someone on the other side of the door. He lost his chance to get you alone to talk to you. He leaves his coat outside your door and decides to take a walk around the base. 

It’s been hours and instead of thinking of battle plans, all that fills his mind are thoughts of you. He remembers the day you tried talking to him when you first joined and he ignored you, mentally beating himself up over it. He got to know how kind you were, and as selfish as it was, wanted some of that for himself. He found you pretty too, not that his ego would let him admit that. He started to imagine a life where it was just you and him, living normally amongst society, no villainy, just- 

“Shigaraki!” 

The sound of your voice made him come to a standstill. Turning around, he saw you running up to him with his coat. 

“I finished patching up your coat for you! I saw you left it outside my door,” you tell him. 

“Thanks,” he says, hesitant to take it back, scared the conversation might end. “What are you doing right now?”

“Well I just finished with your coat, so nothing, I suppose. Why, did you need something?”

“You’ve been here for a while and I never got the chance to talk to you.”

You smile and start to walk alongside him, “Talk to me about what?”

He sighs, taking his coat, “I don’t know,” he pauses, “just, about you, I guess.” He clears his throat, only being able to stare at the ground. 

The two of you talk for hours, walking all around the base as you lose track of time. He got to know more about you, your life before the Liberation, and why you decided to join. It was safe to say he was falling for you, but there was no way he was going to tell you that. Not now, at least. 

After that, the two of you became friends, and you would help him with things. In return, you would find little gifts scattered around the base with a poorly written note saying, “for Y/N, from Tomura.” You would always thank him the next time you saw him, and you noticed the way he would look at you with love in his eyes, the shy mannerisms he would display when around you, and you thought it was cute. But lord knows you could never ask the leader of a villain organization to be with you, it was out of line. 

Thankfully, Shigaraki was already a step ahead of you. He told you to meet him in his office one night with no other details. Usually, he would talk to you when he saw you, but the whole day he had been ignoring you and avoiding you like the plague. Your mind was filled with anxiety, nervous he would say you did something wrong and exile you out of the Liberation. However, when you knocked on his door that night, he opened it and you saw a teddy bear and heart shaped necklace with an engraved “T” on it in his hands. 

“Y/N,” he starts, trying his best to maintain eye contact as his face beamed bright red, “you know I’m not good with words, but.. Do you want to be with me? Be my girlfriend?” 

You chuckle at his confession, your face now matching the shade of his. “Yes, Tomura, I thought you would never ask.”

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

He Suddenly Became a Plushie!?

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

One late night.

I suddenly woke up and shifted in bed.

Mai: "Hm? Kanetsugu?"

Kanetsugu: "You're awake? It's still before dawn. Go back to sleep."

I heard Kanetsugu's voice from the other side of the folding screen.

(He's still working.)

(He must be really busy. We haven't slept together for a few days.)

(I should at least see his face.)

With that thought, I headed in his direction.

Mai: "Huh!?"

Kanetsugu: "I told you to sleep."

A plush toy that looked just like him was sitting on the writing desk.

Mai: "Um, wait, huh? WHAT!?"

Kanetsugu: "Are you alright? Calm down for a moment."

Mai: "There's no way I can calm down, even if you tell me to! Could this be a dream?"

Kanetsugu: "Unfortunately, it's not a dream."

Kanetsugu: "I don't know why, but after finishing my duties and returning to the room, I suddenly felt dizzy."

Kanetsugu: "Next thing I knew, I had turned into this doll-like thing you see before you."

(So the plushie talking in front of me right now is...)

Mai: "Are you really Kanetsugu?"

Kanetsugu: "It's understandable that you would make that face, but I'm really Kanetsugu Naoe."

Still dumbfounded, the plushie deftly turned the pages of a book with its short arms.

Mai: "What are you doing?"

Kanetsugu: "I'm reading a book on Onmyodo that was in the room. If it's caused by some curse, it might be helpful."

Kanetsugu: "I plan to go to the archives tomorrow to see if there are any other clues."

Mai: "Then I'll help too!"

Kanetsugu: "No need. I'll handle this myself. You should go to bed."

Mai: "I can't just sleep when it's such a big deal for you! Besides, I'm completely awake now."

Mai: "If you need more books, I can go to the archives and get them."

Kanetsugu: "Don't be stupid. If you start moving around at this hour, someone in the castle might hear the noise and cause a commotion."

Kanetsugu: "If you want to help, you should stay put and wait for dawn instead of moving recklessly now."

Kanetsugu: "Besides, if someone were to see me in this state, they might mistake me for some kind of monster."

He spoke briskly in his usual manner, but seeing him move his short arms and walk with his round feet made me smile.

(Crap. It's too cute. I can't even focus on what he's saying. And to be honest...)

Mai: "I want to touch it."

Kanetsugu: "………"

Kanetsugu: "When you say you want to touch it, you mean me?"

(Did I say that out loud!?)

Mai: "Sorry. I know it's inappropriate at a time like this, but..."

Mai: "You're so cute that I just want to touch you a little."

Kanetsugu: "........."

Mai: "I'm sorry, I guess that's too much to ask."

Kanetsugu: "Do as you like."

Mai: "What? Really!?"

Kanetsugu: "It's not like it’ll hurt me."

Mai: "Then I'll take you up on that offer."

Before he could change his mind, I picked up his small body.

He was softer than I expected and as light as a feather.

Mai: "Hehe, so cute."

Kanetsugu: "Hey, don't pet me too much."

Mai: "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

(I can still smell his scent even in this form.)

Drawn by the sweet smell brushing past my nose, I buried my face in his fluffy body.

Kanetsugu: "Oi, time's up."

Mai: "Huh, already?"

Kanetsugu: "You were the one who said 'just a little,' remember?"

Mai: "Oh, right. Then, just a little longer."

Kanetsugu: "Get a grip. I might look like a doll, but I'm still a grown man inside."

Mai: "I know, but I just want to adore the cute you for a bit longer!"

Kanetsugu: "Hey!"

Ignoring him, I rubbed my cheek against him, causing him to start squirming in my hands.

Kanetsugu: "Stop it, Mai."

Mai: "Waah! Why are you suddenly struggling? Did I hurt you?"

Kanetsugu: "No."

Mai: "Then, do you dislike being touched?"

Kanetsugu: "That's not it either."

Mai: "Then, why...?"

I pulled my face away, and he hesitated for a moment before continuing.

Kanetsugu: "I can't hold you in this form."

Mai: "What?"

Kanetsugu: "No matter how small my body becomes, the desire within me doesn't disappear. If anything, it feels like torture." 

Kanetsugu: "If you keep touching me like this, I don't know what I might do."

Mai: "........."

His soft, fluffy hand gently touched my cheek. My cheeks grew slowly hotter as I saw the familiar warmth in his round eyes.

(Even now, he still wants to touch me.)

Kanetsugu: "If you understand, stop teasing me. I—"

Mai: "Kanetsugu!"

Overwhelmed with happiness and love, I hugged him tightly.

Kanetsugu: "Didn't you hear me? I said stop this."

Mai: "I heard you, but I don't care. Just knowing you feel this way makes me happy."

Mai: "I love you!"

Driven by a surge of emotion, I kissed him.

The next moment—

Mai: "Whoa!?"

Kanetsugu: "----!"

He started to shine brightly, and I closed my eyes instinctively against the dazzling light.

Realizing I had let go of him, I quickly opened my eyes.

Mai: "Ah!"

Kanetsugu: "………"

Standing before me was Kanetsugu, his violet eyes gazing at me.

Mai: "You turned back to normal!"

Kanetsugu: "Yeah, it seems so."

Mai: "Thank goodness! But to think that a kiss could turn you back is like a fairy tale. Huh?"

Just as I sighed in relief, he pushed me gently yet firmly onto the futon.

Mai: "Um, Kanetsugu, this is..."

Kanetsugu: "I warned you repeatedly. I told you not to provoke me any further."

Kanetsugu: "You said you don't care what I might do, so don't regret underestimating me later."

Mai: "Mmm..."

He kissed me deeply, his grip on my arm restricting my movement.

His body, now human, felt entirely different from his plush form.

(I could never regret this.)

(Being held by him again makes me happy.)

As his kisses trailed over my body, I surrendered to his love, losing myself in the moment.

❀ Ikesen Masterlist

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: Yessss more Cal, I love him.

Five years….five long years since you’ve seen your favorite red headed Jedi.

You missed Cal, missed his jokes, his smile. The poncho you managed to swipe before you two went your separate ways was started to lose his scent though you couldn’t help but cringed at that thought.

“God I feel like a creep.”

Shaking your head you tugged at the poncho, your head snapping to Mirrian. You weren’t quite sure you should trust the woman’s smile. “Is something wrong?”

Shrugging her shoulders she then turned her back to you. “Cere wants to see you.”

Dropping your shoulders, you bit back a groan. “I was hoping to take a nap.”

“Trust me, you’ll want to be awake for this.”

Shaking your head you tried to wonder what the hell that meant then again you could never tell with Mirrian.

Rolling your shoulders you glanced around the room spotting Cere talking to some guy you didn’t know but your heart nearly stopped seeing who was talking to Greez.

“Cal?”

Hearing his name, Cal’s eyes went wide for a moment before he started to rush towards you and soon you were being lifted off the ground, his arms wrapped tightly around you in for a crushing embrace. “I can’t believe you’re here.” He whispered in your ear.

He was trembling as he held you, he thought he would never see you again. He did his best to look you up but you just vanished and he was to scared to ask the others.

Cal honestly thought you would hate him, maybe you did hate him. Should he even be hugging you?Wincing he then let you down as he stepped back rubbing his neck. “Sorry…..I uh got excited.”

BD-1’s beeps seeming to agree as the little robot jumped at your feet. Shaking your head you laughed for a moment stepping close. “I see you haven’t changed Cal” titling your head you then placed your hand on his cheek, him leaning into your palm.

“Well not all of you are the same, I like the beard and the hair is a nice touch.” You teased.

Letting out the breath he was holding in Cal returned your smile though it turned to confusion once it finally hit him. You were wearing his poncho, one he thought he lost. “Is that…Is that my poncho?”

Feeling warmth creep up your neck you adverted your eyes. “Maybe…it’s been helping me….I can give it-”

Shaking his head, Cal quickly grabbed hold of your hands. “You don’t…You don’t need to give it back, I want you to keep it…it looks good on you.”

It was cute, seeing the red envelope the man’s cheeks though you did see his eyes darken. You’re all to familiar with that look.

Biting your lip you took a step closer, your chest needy touching his. “Can I show you the Archives?”

“I’d like that.”

Grabbing Cal’s hand, you tugged the man towards one of the rooms ignoring Greez shouting at you both.

“Where the hell are they going?! Don’t we-.”

Mirrian hummed Placing her hand on the pilots shoulder, she gave him a smile only glancing to where you two walked off, happy to see her two close friends finally reunited again. “Let them be, they’ll be fine and they’ll be much happier when they return.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean.”

Cere sighed as het shoulder’s slumped. “I just pray they stay far away from our work.”

“Is anyone gonna clue me in on what you two are talkin-.” Seeing the look on Cere and Mirrian’s face Greez’s eyes went wide before he let out a laugh, BD-1 jumping on Mirrian’s shoulder. “Well as long as it’s ain’t the Mantis then I’m happy.”

Though it was Mirrian’s turn to let out a bark of laughter.

“Why are you laughing, why is she laughing Cere.”

Cere shrugged turning away. “I am not getting in on this, let me know when they’ve returned.”

“I just find it funny that you think they haven’t fucked on the ship.”

“Wait! What! You must be lyin! Come on Mirrian! Tell me you’re lyin? Stop walking away Mirrian.”