#I’m not saying she isn’t talented either don’t get me wrong

[philsmeatylegss]

Me tying my fingers together to keep myself from going on and on about how I just cannot understand what specifically is so special about Taylor Swift that she’s risen above everything knowing a simple look at my music taste and interests is enough to rebut hours worths of arguments about how insanely normal her music sounds

[grandline-fics]

Hi there! I hope u are doing well, can I request a strawhats crew reaction to a reader who can see ghosts or souls? It can be like their devil fruit power or just something that they're born with. It can be a short fic with all the strawhats or if it's too much it can just be the monster trio, i don't mind either way, do what you prefer! Thanks for letting me request!

DESCRIPTION:  You can see ghosts and spirits

WARNINGS: don’t think it’s too angsty but does mention dead characters. Luffy's is set just before a canon event.

CHARACTERS: Sanji, Zoro, Luffy

WORDS: 1,672

A/N:  Thank you for this request. For some reason I struggled a lot with how I wanted this to go and I hope you're happy with this outcome.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

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You didn’t really know the rhyme or reason for your gift. It was just always something you had and having grown up being able to see and speak with spirits you’d never felt the need to investigate it. Besides even if you were to learn the reason for your unique talent, it wasn’t like you were ever going to seek out a way to get rid of it. As far as you were concerned it was a part of you and it brought comfort to a lot of people once they got over their shock and in some cases heavy skepticism that you were playing a cruel prank on them. 

When you first set foot on the Thousand Sunny you had to suppress the shiver that ran up your spine as you were hit with an intense feeling that those on the crew were connected to a lost one and the weight of their grief was still heavy on their shoulders even if they didn’t realise it themselves. So you decided to keep your ability to yourself for now and help when the occasion to do so arose. As you set yourself up in your quarters you smiled softly, seeing that you truly were brought onto the crew for a reason. Idly you wondered who in the crew would be the first you would help.

SANJI

Sanji turned out to be the first. You entered the kitchen and smiled in greeting to the ship’s cook only your gaze to drift behind his shoulder. Your smile fell slightly and you stepped further into the room, peering at Sanji with intent concern. “What’s wrong?” You asked, taking the chef by surprise as his own smile faltered. 

“Nothing, now that you’re here.” He insisted, adopting his charming smile once more  but you firmly shook your head, refusing to be convinced by his outward demeanour. Sanji became nervous and let his gaze fall away from you stare, finding it easier to maintain his pretence. Quickly he turned back to his chopping board and continued to prepare food for the evening meal. “What on earth would make you think something was wrong?” He asked, trying to keep his voice level. 

“Your mother only ever shows this clearly when you’re deeply upset about something.” Your voice was soft but it was enough to make Sanji drop his knife against the block with a dull thud. He felt like laughing at the ludicrous statement at the same time he felt like shouting at you for the weird joke. Yet he couldn’t do either. You didn’t know anything about him or his family and he knew it wasn’t in you to say something so heartless. Thankfully he didn’t need to demand you explain yourself because you proved your honesty immediately. “You have her eyes and smile, kind and comforting. She worries when you get like this, hiding how you truly feel.”

Sanji looked over his shoulder to see you smiling fondly at something or rather someone beside him. Desperately he wished he could see what you saw, to see her again but if this was as close as he could get then he would take it a hundred times over. “I don’t want anyone to worry, least of all her.�� 

“Sanji we all have bad days and hiding that from the people we care about isn’t the way to do it.” You told him, finally looking at his face again, reaching out to lightly push some of the hair from his eyes. “We have emotions for a reason and no-one expects you to suppress them. I’m always here to listen, okay?” You weren’t surprised to be brought into a tight hug by Sanji and returned the embrace, letting him hold you for as long as he needed.

ZORO

It took some time for you to finally see the spirit attached to Zoro’s heart with enough clarity to take in her appearance and hear her. It didn’t surprise you that this one took longer, Zoro’s personality never came across as being someone who clung to the past and let it cloud his vision but on a day like this it was clear even Zoro wasn’t invulnerable to the deepest of connections that you could now see had been cut far too soon. 

You’d wandered up to the Crow’s Nest to both take a break from the chaotic noise of Luffy, Franky, Chopper and Usopp and also settle in for your evening watch. This wasn’t anything new so Zoro only gave you a brief glance in greeting before going back to training against one of the reinforced training dummies Franky had made to withstand his attacks enough for a worthwhile practice. However he wasn’t moving the way he wanted, something was wrong with his movements. “You’re forgetting the fundamentals.” 

Your voice came from the seating and Zoro looked over his shoulder to see you were casually leaning against the edge, looking out at the ocean. He cocked his head to the side and arched an eyebrow at you. You weren’t even watching him, how would you know what he was apparently doing wrong? As if feeling his stare, you turned your head to look at him. “You’re getting too stuck in your head, just take a breath and keep it simple.” 

Zoro had to scoff at the advice. Yes, you were a fighter but not a swordsman so to be told what was wrong stung his ego slightly. It’d be like if he tried to tell Franky how to fix the ship. You seemed to read the offence on his face and it surprised him to see you laugh and hold up your hands lightly in defence. “That’s not coming from me, it’s coming from Kuina.”

Kuina? Now Zoro found himself glaring and tensing out of a fear of his private life being pried into. Where had you heard that name? Who told you about her? Not that he confided in many about his childhood friend. You sighed sadly and got to your feet. This wasn’t the first time you’d seen this kind of reaction and it wasn’t surprising that Zoro fell back onto the defensive and become distrustful. You stopped in front of the swordsman and glanced briefly at the spirit at his side.

“She’s happy to see you’ve come so far but your name hasn’t quite reached the heavens yet. You still have a long way to go and she believes in you.” You smiled and lightly punched Zoro’s arm when you saw the belief and shock appear in his no longer skeptical gaze. “Keep getting stronger but don’t forget her father’s teachings okay?”

“I won’t let her down. I made a promise.” Zoro affirmed strongly and you grinned, turning to go back to your seat when he quickly caught your arm, surprising you. You turned and looked at him questioningly. “If she’s still here do you…do you think you can help me speak to her?” 

LUFFY

It wasn’t much of a surprise to you that Luffy was the one to seek you out. He’d caught some talk from the crew about the things you just seemed to know things about their past or about someone they knew that had passed away. His suspicions were confirmed when you’d all stopped on an island for supplies and you’d helped a grieving family in a way no-one else could. You’d managed to ease their pain and reassure them that their loved one was still with them and had no regrets. When you were back on the Sunny he appeared beside you on the railings, grinning widely and already bouncing with excitement. “You see ghosts right?”

“Yeah, I see them. Not at will though.” You clarified, with Luffy being well Luffy you didn’t want to disappoint him by making him think that what you could was as easily controlled as a Devil Fruit ability which this was not. Still though your statement didn’t deflate him, if anything he only got more excited and he leaned in closer and set his hands on your shoulders. 

“What about me? Is someone with me?” Despite how excited he was you could sense a faint desperation coming from Luffy and you wanted to be able to help but as you’d already told him this wasn’t something that you could manipulate and command freely whenever you wanted. You looked at Luffy carefully and then around him in search of a presence connected to him. Suddenly you felt a warmth and made out the outline of a man standing behind your Captain and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Ace.” You felt like you were saying it in greeting. You’d known about Luffy’s brother but never had the pleasure of actually getting to meet him. It was almost eerie how both Luffy and Ace grinned so happily and in sync but it was also so infectious. Luffy seemed pleased but then seemed to be eager for more. 

“Is it just Ace? Is anyone else with him? Maybe younger?” He asked and you slowly shook your head with a small frown. 

“Sorry Luffy, just Ace.” You said, disappointed that you couldn’t give Luffy what he wanted and seeing him sigh slightly and lower his gaze briefly made you feel guilty even though you knew it wasn’t your fault. Still though you couldn’t help but look to Ace, silently pleading for assistance on his part. However the brother only smirked knowingly and you began to suspect that Ace knew something you and Luffy didn’t. Thankfully that was all you needed to cheer Luffy up. “Just because I don’t see them doesn’t mean they’re not with you though Luffy. Maybe next time whoever it is you’re thinking about will be there instead?” 

“Yeah you’re right!” Luffy grinned while leaping up onto the railing, his previous excited energy returning instantly. Before you could speak any more, Law’s voice called for Luffy wanting to go over the plan for when you all would be reaching Dressrosa in just a couple days time. 

[yuikomorii]

Heyhey, may I know why you love Yui so much?

I hope this isn’t a weird question, it’s just that personally I don’t ever find the heroine to be an interesting character but I’m always ready to listen to other opinions :)

// To be honest… I don’t even know. (￣▽￣;)

As a heroine, I don’t believe Yui stands out as anything extraordinary. She isn’t particularly bad, just your average 2010s heroine, sharing many traits with others. I wouldn’t say she’s the kindest, prettiest, or mentally strongest MC out there, but despite that, I found myself growing more attached to her than to any other. There were moments when she annoyed me to the point where I had to stop the game, yet I couldn’t bring myself to dislike her. I find Yui and the other DL characters quite challenging to handle. Although Yui may appear nice and gentle, she got this amazing talent to get either herself or others in troubles, haha.

Still, maybe it’s her flaws that really drew me in. I’m not saying her behavior is always good, I can empathize with the Diaboys and understand why they lose patience with her sometimes. Yui can be selfish, pushy, foolish, shallow, and, depending on the route, quite possessive and obsessive. But that’s exactly what makes her entertaining to me. I wouldn’t have enjoyed DL if the heroine had been an innocent figure who always ended up getting the short end of the stick despite never doing anything wrong. It’s refreshing that the game shows her facing the consequences of her own actions, even going mad in some endings not due to abuse, but her own nature. It serves as a reminder that humans and vampires aren’t really that different, considering how anyone is prone to do bad things if triggered hard enough.

Additionally, I like that she’s sometimes very horny! It’s somehow relatable to see her admit that her initial attraction to Ayato was based on his looks and the pleasure he gave her. Many heroines are often surrounded by handsome men, yet it’s rare to see any act on that attraction as openly as Yui does.

I don’t mind that Yui isn’t particularly independent and seeks male validation. I don’t see anything inherently wrong with wanting attention and love from an attractive guy, as long as it doesn’t involve putting other girls down, which Yui never does. She may be stupid and have a low learning ability, but I find that both concerning and funny. DL would have been way more boring if she weren’t like that. In short, I like that she makes me laugh~.

Last but not least, she’s supportive, pure-hearted says/does the cringiest things ever and gets embarrassed, which I find absolutely cute. I love her energetic, clumsy, loud, cheerful, and talkative side so much! She’s one of those people who, no matter what they do, you end up forgiving them because they’re just so endearing!

In this house, we love GIRLFAILURES! >:3

[descendantsramblings]

You are seriously such a talented writer! I was just wondering if I could request a hook x reader where he accidentally eats a love potion and falls in love with reader but like after the spell breaks it turns out he’s actually fallen for her?

Thank you so much sweetness ❤️ and absolutely it’s almost like an accidental Bal I love that

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James Hook x Reader

Pronouns Used: she/her/hers

Summary: Someone should’ve warned him that one of the cups Uliana had given him held a little bit more than sprite and Malibu. Now it looks like he’s fallen victim to sugary side effects of a love potion.

Warnings: underage drinking, love potions are always a warning around here but especially right now because someone's drink is spiked with one, Hook is absolutely needy while under that spell and a little ooc but i promise it's due to the potion, flirty and sexual jokes but nothing that is truly nsfw (unless you count hook sleeping in his boxers ig), also a kiss scene that I didn't mean to make like that. so maybe a little spicier than I intended when I started on this idk

Word Count: 4.3K (idk how I did that either, inspired ig)

    Villain parties were so much louder and longer than hero parties were. There was alcohol mixed with  the faint smell of smoke and the type of music she would never hear back in her friend group’s parties. If she was honest with you, (Y/n) was enjoying it, absolutely drinking up the atmosphere around her, despite the fact that she’d normally be asleep by now. Not that she even felt tired, the room was too lively to let her give way to the normal exhaustion that would plague her by this time. She realized suddenly that she was actually kind of thankful Maleficent had invited her, swearing it had been a joke until she got there and the villains looked nearly excited to see her. This was actually fun, she felt relaxed in a way she probably shouldn’t be, two drinks in and singing along to songs she didn’t even realize she knew. Maybe she doesn’t know the words, but she’s saying something. God only knows how she was hoping she could get an invitation next time they decide to do something wild like this. (Y/n) wanted to drink up this feeling every time the cup would be offered to her. 

    Speaking of cups being offered to her, her “party buddy” as he’d deemed himself was heading back to her, sliding a blue plastic cup into her waiting fingers. “Now if you ask me,” his voice is raised over the music, “Malibu is a cheap excuse for rum, but it seemed like it would be more your style than that last drink was.” She nods, taking a sip from the cup which was the third one he’d given her all night. In a normal world, she wouldn’t trust a drink handed to her by just anyone, but something about Hook made her feel like she could. Maybe it was just because she felt like she knew him, the boy had been her partner in Alchemy for the past two years running, sharing little jokes and passing notes. “Yeah?” She hums, tilting her head to the side slightly as if to nod as she reaches out to grab the second cup from the crook of his elbow, holding it steady so he could properly grab it. “Better than the last one?” She nods, taking another sip as she looks at him, “Sweeter. This one doesn’t burn.” “Good, seems like I found your drink of choice, yeah?” The girl nods letting her words come out on a giggle, “Don’t give me that first drink ever again, Hook. I’m serious.” He hums, raising his own cup to his lips to cover his playful smirk, “I’ll get you warmed up to a gentlemen’s rum eventually, Lass.” “Gentleman is a strong word for you, isn’t it Captain? And you’d get me running around with your crew on the daily before you’d have me drinking that for fun.” Despite the callous words there’s a genuine smile hanging on her lips as she watches the boy. She hadn’t realized spending time with him could be so fun, perhaps that was wrong of her. 

    When the pirate looked up from his drink he could tell something felt new. His eyes dancing across her face as if eating up the memory of her like that, so carefree at one of his parties. Tasting the wilder side of life. The blue and green lights making her skin glow, hair slightly mused from where she had been dancing with a rosy tint to her cheeks from the alcohol and teasing little smirk on her face as she stared at him. The smirk coupled with the gentlest look in her eyes. She’d always been stunning to him but right now she looked nearly mythical. The gods should be jealous of her beauty, he was absolutely positive of that. “Have I ever told you that I think you’re breathtaking, Lass?” She looks down, tongue poking out between her teeth as she smiles, “I don’t think you have, Hook, no.” He tucks the dull edge of his hook under her chin, tilting her head up, “Hey, let me see you. Don’t shy away from me.” He leans forward, placing a soft kiss to her right cheek before he whispers in her ear, “And I beg of you, call me James.” 

     The pirate before her was a flirt, (Y/n) was more than aware of that, and it made her hate the way butterflies erupted in her stomach at his touch. The feeling of his lips setting her on fire. “I bet that’s what you tell all your girls,” she teases, trying to sound confident as she shoves his shoulder gently. His hook wraps around her bicep, pulling her against him and her hand finds its way forward to absorb some of the shock of the collison. “What other girls love? As far as I’m concerned you’re the only one here.” She reaches up, smoothing a stray strand of his hair back into place as he takes another sip of his drink. “Is that so?” He nods, staring down at her glossed lips, “You have no idea how long I’ve been trying to see you outside of that old man’s watchful eye. I’m so glad you came tonight.” Her hand busies itself behind his back, toying with the boy’s collar as they stand there face to face, “I think you’ve had enough to drink, James. I never picked you to be a lightweight.” He hums, pressing another kiss to her shoulder, “The only thing I’m drunk on is you, love.”  

     Right hand reaching out to his, taking his cup and  she’s laughing, sliding it onto the table behind him, “Whatever you say, Captain. How about you let me take you home?” His ever present smirk turns into more of a genuine smile as he nods, letting the girl untangle herself from him. Normally he’d stay at a party until they had to shut it down, he’d never left this early. But he did feel off, maybe he was drunk? Had he made his drinks too strong to compensate for how light he was pouring hers without noticing? It didn’t matter, not when he was taking hold of her hand and she was letting him. Her thumb rubbing light circles on the back of his hand as she led him through the crowd. The cool air outside felt heavenly on his skin as the girl led him across the rocks of the black lagoon. Wind kissing his face that he didn’t even realize had started to sweat. “Hey, love?” She hums, pulling him slightly closer to her side as they make it to dry, stable land. “You know I meant it when I said you were breathtaking, don’t ya?” She shakes her head, “How long have you been holding onto that one, huh?” “Since last year, the second class project I think. God I should’ve told you how lovely you are sooner, I didn’t realize you’d let me hold your hand if I did.” It earns him a laugh, her hip knocking into his playfully, “Don’t make me take my hand back from you, Hook.” His grip tightens, a whine slipping out of his normally cocky lips, “You wouldn’t dare.” 

    “Wouldn’t I?” She hums, still drawing those light circles on his hand though. “I’ve gotta say, I’m kinda glad you’re a lightweight, James. You make a cute drunk.” He laughs, leaning his weight against her ever so slightly as they wander through the woods, “That sounds like you’re planning to take advantage of me. Not that I’d mind.” “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that,” she stutters over the words, free hand flying up to cover her mouth.”I just meant like, you’re being so sweet right now you know? I’m glad I get to take care of you for a little bit, I feel like every time I see you, you’re watching over me you know? I’m glad I get to return the favor for once.” “You are?” “I am.”

   The rest of their walk to his dorm is filled with light and playful conversation. She hated to admit it, she knew her friends would hate to hear her say it, but Hook was a genuinely nice guy to be around. And his calloused hand felt so nice in her softer one. She was nearly disappointed when they got back to the boy’s shared dorm, not wanting to let him go. “Give me your key, Hook.” He shakes his head, dark feathered hair moving around his pretty features in a way that made him almost look like he was moving in slow motion. “Hook come on, give me your keys. It’s time to go to bed.” He points the golden piece of metal at the end of his arm towards her, “That is not my name, not to you.” She laughs softly, taking his hook into her other hand so she can pull him closer, “James,” the name is drawn out and cooed, their faces meer inches apart, “Would you please give me your key so I can get you into bed?” He pouts, shaking his head again, “Can’t.” 

     “And why can’t you?” She never dreamed him to be this needy and stubborn, part of her almost found it precious. “If I give you my key then I have to let go of your hand and you’re going to leave me.” Her hand lets go of his hook, dipping into the pocket on his jacket instead, “I promise you, James, I’ll stay until you fall asleep. Now can I please,” her fingers wrap around his keys, pulling them out of his pocket. “Thief,” he mumbles, watching her turn away from him to unlock the door. “You’ll thank me in the morning when you wake up in your own bed and not the floor somewhere.” He leans against her, shaking his head, “I always find my way home when I’m drinking, Princess.”: “Not a princess, James,” she sighs, throwing the door open. “You’re my princess.” 

     She ignores the remark, instead letting her eyes travel around the room. (Y/n) is pretty sure that she’s never seen a dorm room look like it belonged to the people residing in it as much as this one did. Maroon and forest green covering the beds, black decor and golden tapestries hanging to the walls. An old torn flag that she was sure once took its home on the Jolly Roger was hanging over Hook’s bed, taking up nearly his whole wall. There wasn’t a gap of space in that room that didn’t scream the two boys’ names. Something about it was oddly comforting. “Nice room, Captain.” He smiles, watching her take it in. She looked nearly awestruck, the boy couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in it. “Thank you, princess.” She rolls her eyes, headed over to the dresser on his side of the room, “Which drawer do you keep your pajamas in?” “Pajamas?” She turns to him, a single brow raised, “Yeah James, your pajamas. PJs? Sleep clothes?” He shakes his head, waving her off as he removes his coat, “Oh no, none of that. Just boxers and an undershirt. If I feel like leaving on the undershirt.” (Y/n) can feel the heat rising to her face as the pirate takes his boots off. Of course he didn’t wear pajamas.     “Okay, well then you get uh,” she swallows, turning around to face the wall again, “Comfortable. And I will face this way until you get in your bed.” James laughs, shaking his head as he shrugs off his silky button up, “I didn’t expect you to be so easily flustered.” “Yeah well, you just told me you basically sleep naked, so.” “It’s just a little bare chest and thigh, not like you’d get to see anything too frisky without wanting to.” “Just get in bed before I change my mind and leave you here alone, Hook.” He shuts his mouth, letting his belt and jeans fall to the ground before striding over to his bed. She can hear his blankets russel as he adjusts, sliding into the stiffly made double bed. “You can turn around now, love. Worst you’re going to see is my shoulders.” She rotates on her heel, slowly opening her eyes to look at him. 

    As promised, Hook is tucked into his bed, shoulders and head barely visible above the maroon comforter and white sheets. He watches her with a soft smile, waiting for her to move. “You said you’d stay with me. Do you need a shirt?” She shakes her head, making her way over to the side of his bed, toeing her shoes off as she goes. “I said I’d stay with you until you fell asleep. Not that I’d stay with you James, you need some rest.” She slides onto the bed beside him, legs stretched out along his side as her back leans against his headboard. James turns onto his side, an arm coming to stretch out over her thighs as he looks up at her, “Well, if you won’t stay the night with me, will you at least let me take you out tomorrow?” She holds her breath waiting for him to laugh at her or something. For him to give her any sort of sign that he’s teasing, or just trying to hurt her. But he doesn’t looking up to her with love struck and hopeful eyes that have her feeling a touch weak. “If you can remember asking me that in the morning, come find me to ask me again. Then I’ll say yes.” He nods, leaning his forehead against her leg as he gets comfortable, “I’ll remember.” She hums, letting her hand fall into the boy’s hair, “I’ll see you tomorrow then, James. Goodnight.” 

     (Y/n) isn’t sure how long she’s been by his side before the boy is softly snoring beside her, she does know the party has ended by the time he is though. Morgie le Fay slipping in visibly exhausted and ready to fall into his bed. The sight of the girl making him jump. “Hello, what are you doing here?” She slides out from under Hook’s arm, grabbing a spare pillow from behind him to take her place. “He was wasted, couldn’t let him just wander around like that,” She stretches the stiffness out of her muscles as she speaks, eyes glancing around to retrace her steps to her shoes. “Hook didn’t strike me as a needy drunk though, it’s kinda cute. He’s probably going to be hungover tomorrow, if y’all have tylenol or anything I recommend leaving some out before you go to sleep.” She slips her shoes on walking to the door, “Goodnight Morgie.” He nods to her, mumbling what he thinks is an audible goodnight as he turns to look at his friend. Needy drunk? Hook’s always been one to fight when he was drunk. The sorcerer couldn’t prove it but something was off about the interaction he just had. It would have to be something he’d figure out in the morning though, the boy too tired to worry now. As long as his friend was fine, which it seemed he was, that issue could wait. 

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     Much to (Y/n)’s surprise, Hook did remember asking her out the night of the party. It was actually a sweet little date, just the two of them curled up in the corner of a cafe getting to know each other outside of what Alchemy and the party had allowed them. She didn’t think she’d find herself so excited to be on a date with James, he had a reputation of course, she didn’t want to get her hopes up. But then one date turned to two, and two turned to three. By the fifth date the pirate had asked her to be his girlfriend, something that she hadn’t expected but she accepted, albeit a touch too eagerly if you were to ask her. Not that he’d agree, if it wasn’t for Morgie’s voice in his ear he probably would have asked her on the first date. 

    Now it had been four months of whatever her and James got started on the night of that party and the whole school was hyper aware of the attachment the two had developed to each other. Not that Hook would let other people forget. He was seemingly always touching her, holding her hand or his hook looping through her belt loops with his arm around her side. Pressing needy little kisses on top of her head or softly on her cheek. She adored the attention but if she was honest something about it always felt wrong to her. Not that she didn’t deserve his affection, or didn’t want it. Goodness knew she craved him when he was away. More so like something about it was just, for lack of better words on her end, off. It was as if James never sobered up from that night’s party and she knew she wasn’t the only one who could see it. The boy's friends always felt like they were watching them, it nearly made her skin crawl. And the feeling was getting to be too much for her now, the girl squirming under their gaze from where she sat curled against Hook’s side. She should slip out now, it would be the right thing to do, wouldn’t it? 

     Her eyes flickered between the watchful eyes of Maleficent and Uliana before they flickered back up to her boyfriend. Softly tapping his cheek with her index finger so he’d look down at her. “Yes, love?” She smiles slightly, eyes staring at his ever adoring ones. Had they ever looked at her any other way? It was like she couldn’t remember. “I need to head out, I have a project for magical creatures that I need to go finish.” A frown pulls on his lips but he nods, pressing a soft kiss into her hairline before letting her get out of his grip. Eyes following the girl all the way to the door, drinking her in as if he’d never see her again, face settled into the palm of his hand. 

    “God, why are you still acting like that?” Uliana scoffs, glaring at the boy -who used to be her right hand man- in annoyance. “Acting like what, Uli?” He doesn’t peel his eyes from the door, as if she’d stumble back through it if he waited long enough, hoped hard enough. “Like you’re spelled,” she pauses, locking eyes with Maleficent as if they had both realized something dreadful had happened. “Oh my god,” Maleficent’s hand covers her mouth as she turns to look at her friend in shock. Had they done this? The girl was supposed to be the lovestruck zombie here, not Hook. “Oh you are spelled,” the pixie’s voice is littered with a hopeless regret, staring at her beloved friend in disappointment.     “I’m not spelled, Mali, I’m just in love. You of all people should get that, with the way you fall over Hades and all,” his tone is far too dreamy to fit him, the boy finally turning away from the door and back to his friends. “No, Hook, you’re spelled. Uli and I spelled you,” she sighs, shaking her head as she stares at the boy. His face seems to contort into an expression somewhere between confusion and anger, “What do you mean you spelled me?” “Well it wasn’t meant for you,” Uliana sighs, throwing her hands up, “It was meant for the girl. You handed her the wrong cup.” Morgie turns to the girls in shock, the night of the party finally adding up in his mind. Hook was an angry drunk, he knew his friend well enough to know that. The boy hadn’t been drunk at all, that’s why he wasn’t hung over. “You tried to spell (Y/n)? Why?” “We were trying to help him,” Uliana throws a hand out at Hook as she snaps, “He was too scared to ever admit he liked her to her and we were sick of hearing about it. She was supposed to fall in love with him so she would ask him out and he’d shut up.” 

     Hook rises off of his bed, glaring at Uliana with an emotion she couldn’t quite place dancing in his eyes. “So you decided to spell her?” He shoves the sea witch back, not rough enough to hurt her but it gets his point across. “You could have hurt her! What if there were side effects?” “But she would have loved you, is that not what you’d been whining about for a year?” “She wouldn’t have loved me! The magic in her would’ve tied her to me, she wouldn’t have loved me.” “Well she loves you now doesn’t she? So what does it matter?”

    He lets out an exaggerated sigh, turning on his heel to storm out of his dorm. Hook’s friends were calling for him from his room but he didn’t have in him to care. He had to find (Y/n), if their love was real -able to exist past the spell-she should be able to break it, shouldn’t she? They hadn’t kissed yet, the girl always shying away from his lips. Maybe some part of her could tell? Had Uliana told her? Surely not. If it didn’t work, if he felt the exact same after kissing her, he’d go take a dip in the enchanted fountain. That water could undo anything, then he would just have to potentially break the loveliest girl he’d ever met’s heart. Hook couldn’t help but hope she could end the whole thing, or maybe living his life spelled wouldn’t be that bad. Not if it meant he had her. 

    The pounding on (Y/n)’s door made her jump out of her skin. Who in their right mind would be banging on her door like that? Uliana maybe? Had she forgot something and James sent the sea witch to bring it to her? That didn’t seem right, he would always bring her things himself. So who in their right mind was on the other side of her door acting like a mad man?  She didn’t expect to see those familiar dark doe eyes and rich feathered locks behind her door. Her boyfriend looking panicked and a little angry as his eyes take her in. 

   “Don’t shy away,” he mumbles, grabbing the back of her head and threading his fingers through her hair. (Y/n) doesn’t get a second to question him before his lips are slamming into hers, kissing her hungrily like he needed her for survival. A movement so primal it was shocking. Yet she melts into him, hands sliding up his torso, one resting on his chest while the other needily cups his jaw, pulling him as close as she could. His lips were slightly chapped, feeling raw against her own soft ones but she couldn’t find it in her to care, fingers sliding further back on his head so she could softly pull at his hair. Hook groans against her lips slightly at the contact, biting her bottom one and tugging it back slightly as he pulls away. 

    He felt like something had been lifted off of him as he looked at her. She was still the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, Hook was entirely sure of that, but it was like the fog around her had finally lifted. By god she’d done it. James didn’t even know it was possible to fall in love with someone while you were under a love spell. She pants slightly, looking up at him in shock, “What was that for?” “Oh, Love,” he breathes, moving his hand from the back of her head so he could stroke her cheek, “You just saved me from myself.” Her brows furrow, pursuing her lips as she waits on him to elaborate, no further words seem to come though. “James,” she laughs, though the sound comes out more nervous than she intended, “What are you talking about?” 

    “Uliana, she,” he shakes his head, nudging the girl back into her dorm so he can follow her in, letting the door slam behind him. “I guess it was the night of the party, she handed me one of those malibu sprites we had remember them?” She nods, waving with a hand for him to continue, it was odd, like he had finally sobered up. (Y/n) felt like she could breath around him again, hands lingering on him without feeling like they were doing something wrong. “Well apparently she put a love potion in one of them, she intended it for you but.” “But you drank it, that’s why you seemed like such a lightweight. That's why Maleficent invited me, isn’t it? They were trying to prank me.” The girl shakes her head, dusting off his shoulder. “So what now, do you want to like,” she sighs, looking down, “Do you want to like, break up now that you realized you were just spelled or?” He grabs her chin with his good hand, tilting her head up to look at him, “Do I need to kiss you again or are you going to use your brain?” She looks at him as if he’s grown two heads and he sighs. “Darling, what are the two ways to break a love potion’s hold? I know you pay attention in alchemy, you should know this.” She bites her lip, searching his deep dark eyes like they’re going to answer the question for her. 

     “What breaks a love spell, Love?” She knew this, “Water from the enchanted lake,” there's a pause. She knows the second one, she knows she does. “I haven’t been to the enchanted lake or the fountain. I came straight here from my dorm so what broke my spell?” Her lip finds its way between her teeth, chewing on it as she stares at the boy she’d grown to love oh so dearly. Love. “I did,” she breathes it, pulling the boy closer and connecting their lips again. It’s gentler this time, not as aggressive and needy as the kiss before, this one is full of nothing but love. His hands moving to cup his lover's face, pulling her as close as he could manage. That was his smart girl, she saved him.

[sharpbutsoft]

The lovely & talented @inell tagged me for Several Sentences Sunday but as I was gigging yesterday and it’s a bank holiday today I’m gonna say this one still counts!

Tagging @cranberrymoons @lesbianrobin @dodger-chan @clytemnestraaa @devondespresso and anyone else who wants to share!!

This is from a post s7, chris!pov fic that I have been mulling over for weeks now & I’m actually not sure if I’ll ever finish, so I guess Im just gonna throw my favourite parts out to ye and see if there’s any audience for it.

“Your dad’s one of the strongest, bravest people I know.” Buck smiles thinly. “He’s probably out there looking for us right now.”

“Yeah,” Chris says. But his dad has almost died more than anyone they know. “Maybe.”

Well, except Buck, maybe. Buck, who looks chalky pale in what little light filtering through the rubble. Who’s been crushed by a fire truck, and swept away by a tsunami, and struck by lightning. And now, this time, trapped beneath what’s left of the building.

Chris should be more scared but, well, Buck’s here. And Buck’s always okay, in the end, so he clings to a stupid and childish belief that if he’s with Buck, he’ll be okay too. So doesn’t have to be scared for himself, can’t even think about himself.

Instead, he worries about his Dad. About where he was when the building fell, and whether he’s trapped and hurt like they are.

Or trapped worse.

Or hurt worse.

Or all alone, and hurt, and trapped, and dying, or not dying anymore, and never ever coming home to Chris again.

Thoughts too big and terrifying to even try squishing into words.

“I don't want to go back to Texas.” It’s not what Chris means, really, but it’s still true.

“What?”

“If something happened… If Dad’s not… I don’t want to go back. I hated it there.”

It’s always too hot, too humid. And Abuela never wants to take him to the pool. She never said it, but Chris knows she doesn’t think it’s safe for him, which is so stupid because he can surf in the ocean! But sure. A little swimming pool with other kids, and lifeguards, and absolutely zero currents was too dangerous.

Dad takes him to the pool, or the beach, pretty much whenever he wants. Which is less often these days now school’s back in session.

He’ll drive him out and park as close to the shore as he can get, and go running with Buck while Chris hangs with his friends. Then pick him up after a couple hours. And it’s, like, normal. It’s whatever.

Chris isn’t allowed to go places on his own in Texas which sucks.

And Texas sucks.

“Hey, Bud, we are not there yet, okay?” Buck says, all wobbly like he’s not sure if he’s convincing Chris or himself. “You’re dad’s gonna be just fine.”

It would have reassured him a couple years ago, Chris thinks. Back when he believed that his dad and Buck knew everything, when he trusted them more than anything.

“But, what if-“

“Nope. No what ifs.” And Buck, one of the strongest, bravest, most positive people Chris knows, looks broken, devastated. “Please. It won’t help to think like that. It’ll only hurt.”

“Okay.”

It reminds Chris of when his dad got shot. The second time, when Buck was the one to tell him. Chris hadn’t understood, really.

How serious it was.

Because Dad had been shot before, and that’s why he came back to Chris. So he’d thought… what? That getting shot again meant he’d get to spend more time with dad, again.

And in a way he’d been right, but also wrong.

“I’m not going back to Texas,” he says again. Because dad’s going to find them, and he’s gonna hug Chris like he wanted to this morning when Chris wouldn’t let him. “I’m not.”

“I, uh, I don’t think there’s any world where you go back to Texas unless you want to, kid.” Buck hugs him, one-armed. It’s almost as good as dad. Close, but different.

“But, if something happened…” He can’t say the words, can’t even think them. Just in case.

“Well, uh, did your dad ever talk to you about that? About what would happen if he- if he got hurt. If he couldn’t-“ Buck can’t say it either then. It’s not good, but it’s not not good either.

“No.” Why would he have to? It’s pretty obvious. “But I know Abuela and Abuelo want me, so…”

Buck laughs but it’s all wrong. Wet and jittery and sore.

“Okay, yeah. Uh, I don’t know why I’m surprised. He didn’t tell me either. Not until he had to.” Buck adjusts himself on the floor, wincing and turning until he’s looking right at Chris. “You know what a will is?”

“Yeah.” His mom has one. Had. There’s a clause in it for Chris. Some money in an account for him that he’ll get when he’s eighteen. Sometimes he looks forward to it. Thinks about taking a vacation or buying a car, or a ps5.

Mostly he wishes his mom was still here.

“Well, your dad has one. As- as a precaution, ‘cause of our job. And there’s a whole section in it about you, obviously, because you’re his dependent. His son. And about what would happen to you, in case- In case- In case…” Buck stutters, trailing off. They both know where he was going with it.

That’s not a big surprise, Chris thinks. His dad likes to be prepared, doesn’t he?

“And?” Chris asks.

“And, if- if, well…” Buck puts a hand on his shoulder. Kinda like dad does, sometimes. When he’s saying something serious, when he wants Chris to look him in the eye. “It’s me. Or, no- He wants me to… He trusts me to… I’d become your guardian. That’s what he wants. Would want. Shit. I can’t believe he never told you this.”

“Oh.”

“Sorry for swearing.”

“Shit isn’t really a swear, Buck.”

[polin-erospsyche]

After the completely unhinged response to Luke doing something perfectly normal in his personal life has me thinking I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t come back after season 4 should they get more seasons.

I am also once again in complete awe of Nicola’s talent for PR and knowing what the fandom needs, she’s really done damage control for him, and he’s seemingly letting her, so I think conversations have been had.

The whole thing has definately made me want to step back, I’m so disappointed in the reaction to what’s been going on. The nasty comments towards Luke, and his partner are not acceptable.

And the last one … I mean not quite, but let’s answer them!

The problem is … I don’t really know what to say 😅 things have died down. It’s been a week.

I do remember thinking that things were crazy though.

I think the problem is the sheer size Bridgerton, as a show, has become and the role of social media in our lives. Due to photos and videos circulating 24/7, info circulates extremely fast. I think fandoms must have been, once before social media (just goes to show how young I am lol) crazy but not this crazy. Fans now believe that they are entitled to the privacy of stars, almost as if the exchange for stardom and fame is privacy. This is partially true, and in certain instances has done a lot of harm to some people.

The problem as well is fans not only believe they are entitled to the privacy of actors and people in the limelight, but because how much fake there is out there, there’s been a desperate attempt to find authenticity. Thus resulting in very angry fans when on some level they feel like they’ve been had.

We are not entitled to an actor’s private life. An actor is a person who is doing a job and getting paid for it. They should not be harassed because they are doing their job and dare to have a life outside of their job that does not match with the PR they’ve been doing for whatever media they’re promoting.

I’ve heard the problem is not about him hard launching his girlfriend. I’ve also read the problem is that he is claiming his privacy yet posted photos of his hotel. It seems that no matter what he does he is in the wrong. And no matter what Nic does she is untouchable.

Ok. If that is how people feel and want to see it.

I’m not saying she hasn’t done a fantastic job at PR, because she did. I’m not saying she isn’t good at her job either, because she is. I’m just pointing out this duality that seems to exist between the two of them. When really, we don’t know him and we don’t know her. Their private lives is not their PR work or what they choose to show on insta, it’s just part of it, it’s the tip of the iceberg.

Anyway, we need to stop thinking we are owed anything by these two strangers. The only thing they owe us is one hell of a good time with the show and when the tour was happening, because that is what was in their contract and that is what they were paid to do. I know, not glamorous, but it’s the plain and simple truth. But then again, some of the things I’ve come across on Twitter … shippers of Luke and Nic are in a whole other boat of their own making. And from the outside it looks a bit like the Titanic hitting an iceberg and all of them trying to cling on for dear life even as the boat plunges headfirst into the freezing waters

[pebiejeebies]

Uhh weird chat abt why I think nickel’s apology was sketchy

NICKEL.. wasn’t the one who said sorry.

AND BEFORE YOU SCREAM AT MY FACE ANYTHING LET ME SPEAK!! I HAVE A REASON!

let’s talk about clover.

remember an/some episode(s) ago when nickel went on a therapy session with clover? Right?

she told him to rethink his whole life right??

NICKEL DIDNT RETHINK HIS LIFE. CLOVER DID.

It was all clover. Think about it

she’s lucky. She gets whatever she wants because of it too.

if she WANTS nickel to be friends with balloon, she will WISH that he becomes friends with him.

WHICH MEANS. there’s a high chance this whole apology was all just clover’s luck

we’ve seen how that stupid box was forced to do something it mentally/physically couldn’t. And it ended up doing what clover wanted (or at least keep her safe)

think about it. One episode, therapy with clover, next episode? Magically becomes the most nicest man ever and supports balloon while giving him his own space.

His apology felt so off, at first I was like YOOOO NICKLOON!! But in reality it was all clover, it’s just so off to me man.. maybe I just hate nickel or smth

But really think about it, there’s no way ANY person or object would do a full mental switch up THIS EASILY?! I took YEARS to stop abusing my sisters mentally and physically. There’s no way a fucking month will change him this quick. TRUST. ME.

I was as horrible as nickel and even worse too, it took years of struggle and patience to obtain what I have today! But nickel? NICKEL? NICKEL?!?! makes the luck do it all for him.

and that made me so fucking angry. you made me question myself and why I took so long to change, you are making other people think change is THAT EASY. you PEICE OF SHIT. (Not you dw, I mean AE)

Literally to the point I feel like nickel was like some sort of puppet or smth

Clover: do this

Nickel: alright

AND EVEN WHEN HE DOES IT ISNT EVEN HIS FUCKING CHOICE. IT ISNT. ITS HER LUCK. NOT NICKEL. now nickel feels like he fucking achieved something, when it was all clover.

LIKE COME ON. you made the fandom happy over something that could potentially be a lie?? There’s no way he magically becomes all cute and sweet and STAYS like that after her luck goes away. There’s just no way.

and ofc it had to be clover, it was all just to say “Oh he changed so quick because of—“ EXACTLY. they are cowards. they don’t wanna make the character slowly struggle and try to get better

they wanna get to the point and that’s it

so everyone goes WOAHHHH NICKLOON!! YAYY!! (no hate to the nickloon shippers btw) without taking so long, because they don’t know how to write any characters without some big flaw

So let’s just make clover “help” him!! Cause she’s lucky!! Yay!! And he can just change in a day or two!1 YAYY!!!/s

HERES ANOTHER POINT TOO. SHE CAME OUT OF THE FUCKING BLUE IN THAT EPISODE. “oh I just wanted to be a detective” yeah sure ae. Sureee… sure thing mf. Just solve one fucking word puzzle game and call yourself a detective. Idiots. (Again, pointed towards ae)

take a moment and think about this. Because maybe I’m just wrong, I’m usually wrong anyways. I just need to know I can’t be the only one who thinks that clover was the one who apologized, not nickel.

But for once I feel like I’m right about this, and if I am.. AE im fucking onto you. You fucking cowards.

(and before you ask, no. I’m not okay. I hate how they made me question myself. And I hate how they’re saying it’s so easy to change, and I hate how they’re so lazy about someone’s personality shift)

I don’t hate the animators. I don’t hate the storyboarders, I don’t hate the voice actors, I don’t hate ANYONE in ae. EXCEPT these fucking writers. There are so many better writers out there with ACTUAL ideas and ACTUAL talent, and experience and so much more about life and personality.

even I can write better characters without even planning it out. Imagine. Skill issue fr.

Please note that this isn’t targeted to you either, your opinion on this is valid, so is mine. Let’s keep this chat friendly though.

[opreaadriann]

Side Story - Angela’s Best (Worst) Week

I don’t consider myself special. I actually pride myself in being normal. I’m just a normal, high school girl, stressing about grades, romance, and what I’m going to wear the next day I go out. Everything is simple, and I like it that way.

Still, I am surrounded by people that are special and it is a pleasure to see them show off their talents. Cecily Knight, for example, is the prodigy of the swim team and beats record after record each time she jumps in the pool. I’m also part of that team, but I’m eclipsed by her every day. Something I’m content with. I would have loved to stay on the sidelines, watching her become her best self, with me cheering on the side. However, I messed up.

A few seconds ago, I did something amazing. I beat Cecily Knight in a race. It wasn’t by much, don’t expect miracles from me! But I did beat her. And I realized something was wrong when I looked around excitedly and nobody was happy for me. Normally, you'd expect cheers and applause for defeating the school's best swimmer, right?

I look behind at Cecily, who doesn’t really seem that upset. Her face is perfectly neutral, as it usually is, as she gets off her goggles and cap. She ignores me completely, not even a glance in my direction, as she attempts to get out of the pool. Some guy comes close to give her a hand and she slaps it.

“Do I look like I need help?” She asks, not even looking at the student.

“N-No…” He responds.

She then gets out of the pool and someone quickly brings her a towel. I also start getting out of the pool and nobody approaches me. I look at Miss Villaverde, who has been our coach for just a few months now, and notice that she’s writing down something in her notebook. She’s usually very supportive, so I’m confused why she isn’t saying anything now.

People start walking past me, bumping shoulders as they approach Cecily to find a way to please her. They all seem to think she’s upset.

“Ugh, can you all leave me alone?” She says while walking past me. Cecily keeps eye contact with me for a few seconds before leaving the pool area. Everyone just goes about their day, as if nothing happened.

Expect one person. Geoff. A tall, cute guy that I’ve had a crush on for the last month. We’ve talked a few times before, but nothing special.

“Good job, Angela.” He says.

I respond excitedly, “Thanks! I can’t believe I’ve actually done that!”

“I can’t either. You’ve humiliated Cecily. Do you have a death wish?”

“Huh?”

“Who do you think you are? You think you can just hurt the queen of Rourke High and get away with it?”

“Hurt her? I just–”

He suddenly looks in the distance, the way Cecily exited the room, “She acted in such an exemplary way… She left with her dignity intact. But I know she feels horrible for having lost to a nobody like you.”

I’m not sure what is happening right now. Am I getting a talking-to for winning a swimming race? Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?

“I… don’t know what to say…”

“Of course you don’t. You should feel ashamed of yourself.”

🙇 Full story on Patreon. 🙇

[misslovasstuff]

Dazai x reader

Prove it

“Her? Mhm, well….”- Dazai itches his head, shifting his gaze to the floor. - She is nice. Yeah, nice.”

Atsushi and Kunikida raise their eyebrows as the bandaged brunette seemed to avoid a simple question:

Do you like Y/n?

“I mean, we don’t doubt her niceness, what we’re asking is if you fancy her by any chance?”- Oh, Kunikida was enjoying too much what seemed to have turned into a silly interrogation. He fixes his glasses with a smirk, leaning over Dazai’s shoulder:

“She’s totally your type, isn’t she?”

Dazai sighs, shaking his head with a vague smile.

“Just because Kunikida-kun doesn’t have an interesting love life it doesn’t mean you have to start investigating mine.”- he claims with a silly voice, once again provoking his colleagues’ nerves as Atsushi could have sworn he heard Kunikida’s glasses break as he grabs Dazai by the collar of his shirt, whispering all sort of funny insults, to which Dazai is completely immune by now.

“Kunikida-san, perhaps Dazai-san is not comfortable talking about his relationship with Y/n. Perhaps it is better to leave him be haha.”- Atsushi claims with a weak smile, trying to calm the chaotic situation.

Dazai sighs, rubbing his temple then explains:

“Look, to extinguish your curiosity, there is absolutely nothing going on between me and her. Are you blind to fail to see that she has no interest whatsoever in me? Plus, I’ve heard from Yosano she’s seeing someone already so…”

Kunikida widens his eyes to a rare sight; Dazai sighing and looking out the window as if the most beautiful tragedy had happened to him. The kind of misfortune that makes people write poems, listen to music and take long walks by themselves. The tragedy of loving someone you can’t ever have that makes you fragile but yet unbreakable, strong but weak in the heart and it gives you a slap back to a reality that you don’t want to accept. It hadn’t occurred to Dazai before, thus he wonders what this feeling is about and if he can do anything about it.

“Have you ever been rejected by a woman before?”- Atsushi asks, after which he hits himself mentally for asking such a question.

“No. - Dazai answers frankly, to which Kunikida scoffs.

“Well, at least Y/n will ground you a bit.”- he claims, putting his hands in his pockets. - How does it feel to love someone you can’t have?”

“Terrible.”- Dazai says, seemingly not sad, nor happy, he had a rather empty expression on his face, not letting out much emotion to understand what was really going on inside his head. - I see her, and I am struck by her beauty. God, when her eyes meet mine, each and every motioning becomes more intense for my heart. When she greets me and smiles at me so genuinely and gently like she knows how much that smile affects me, making even the sun jealous of her radiance and cheerfulness. Don’t let me get into how talented she is, and her cooking skills, oh and also did you know that she reads poetry? She gave me her favourite book and underlined all verses she found beautiful and meaningful. On page 63, poem two, she had underlined two verses which were:

“I may not know your heart, but it knows me quite well. Am I resident or a foreigner to it?”

And she had written a smiley face on the corner of it, with a little note that said: “Mhm, Dazai?”

Not only that, but she is such a great-

Dazai kept blabbering about how fascinated he was by you while both Kunikida and Atsushi listened and came to a very unbelievable conclusion.

Dazai is so oblivious when he truly falls in love. Either that, or he’s trying to avoid that but still digs the idea of being in love and being loved so beautifully.

“I’m afraid to tell you this buddy but, - Kunikida touches Dazai’s shoulder. - You’re an idiot.”

Atsushi scoffs as he turns around to contain his laughter. Dazai’s face freezes with a smile like 😀

“Homegirl knows you like her, she literally wrote it down, what’s wrong with you?”- Kunikida snaps at Dazai, who now seems to be confused.

Little did they know that you were listening to all this go down, hardly containing your laughter.

The truth is, you and Dazai had been together for a while and no one is the agency knows. You told Yosano you were seeing someone, but funnily enough, even though they’re detectives, they don’t have a clue about your relationship, and you’re thinking is because your lover messes with their heads.

“Kunikida-kun, stop tormenting me! I’m telling you, she doesn’t like me. End of discussion.”- Dazai claims, getting up from his seat and stretching a bit.

“Where do you think you’re going?”- Kunikida asks as he watches Dazai’s tender figure walk away.

“To think about this unbearable pain of my weak heart, since my friends and colleagues don’t care.”

Atsushi holds back Kunikida from going after Dazai:

“He’ll never admit it that he likes her.”- Atsushi claims which gives Kunikida a rather sinister idea.

“Oh he will, I have a plan.”

There is a sudden change of atmosphere which leaves Atsushi a bit scared.

“Kunikida-san, w-what exactly are you planning to do?”- he asks, noticing a smirk from his mentor.

A little bit later/ Coffee shop

You are taking a sip of your hot coffee as rain hits the window by your seat. Although it is raining, you were feeling rather warm, and even though you were by yourself, you were fully enjoying your own company until the door of the cafe opens.

“I’ll take a black coffee, please.”- a unfamiliar voice says, which gets your attention. You turn your head and notice a tall man, build figure and blonde hair. He turns and faces you while waiting for his coffee.

“You don’t mind if I sit next to you while I wait for my coffee, yes?”- he asks with a beautiful smile, blue eyes shining right through.

“Mhm, sure it’s okay.”- you reply, mirroring a smile and scanning the man upfront.

The probability of a very handsome person, coming to this coffee shop while I’m the only one here and all the seats are empty, asking to sit next to me, and furthermore-

“So, what is such a beautiful lady doing here all by herself?”- he asks, looking at your hands holding the coffee cup, then looking directly at your eyes which made you gulp hardly.

“Drinking coffee.”- you reply rather coldly, not warning to give this guy the wrong impression.

“By yourself? Have you no one to accompany you? Maybe a boyfriend of yours?”- he continues to bring up weird questions. What was even weirder, was the fact that he was reaching for your hand, now holding it.

“Since you’re not answering, I’m assuming you do not have a man in your life. Such a catastrophe indeed. - he brings your hand close to his lips, caressing it. - I can offer myself as a candidate.”

“She’s not running any elections. - a sudden voice from behind makes your heart drop. - if that were the case, I would have known.”

You glance over your shoulder and see Dazai. He reached for your hand, shooing away the other guy’s who immediately flinches to the touch.

“Is it a habit of yours to approach lonely women in coffee shops? That’s kinda desperate and disrespectful.”- he continues, glaring at the guy who had widened his eyes.

“I’m just waiting for my coffee.”

“Wait for your coffee somewhere else. - Dazai claims with a cold tone of voice, making you shiver in what you would describe fear, but with a hint of pleasure.

He was so hot right now, for real.

“She didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend.”- the guy claims as he gets up from his seat.

“She doesn’t need to inform you about anything, really. Plus, I’m never too far away. - Dazai winks at you, getting your cheeks all heated up.

Now, - Dazai smiles, - get out of my sight.”

The guy gets out of the coffee shop, forgetting about his order which was now being served in your table.

“I’ll take that, thank you.”- Dazai claims, sitting down in front of you, not noticing the looks you were giving him.

That is, until he takes a sip and his eyes meet yours.

“Mhm? - he hums. - what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is the fantasy im having to have you right here, right now.”

“Woah woah, belladonna~, - Dazai almost spits his coffee. - What has gotten into you? I mean, I’m not complaining but-

“Dazai, do me right now, I swear I’m barely hanging on.” - you explain as Dazai notices your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing.

Damn, what happened? - he wonders.

He smirks and leans in, whispering: “But the coffee will go cold, love. Are you sure?”

“Don’t start teasing me. - you claim. - or would you rather have me do you at the agency while everyone watches so they can finally know that you are mine?”

“That’s … interesting. You’re so hasty, belladonna. Did I do something to turn you on this much?”- Dazai asks, biting his lip as he looks at you up and down with those gorgeous eyes of his that consumed your entire soul with one single glance.

“The moment right now, you being possessive and all, gosh. That was so hot of you.”- you lean in, exposing a bit of your chest to your boyfriend, on purpose obviously, to which Dazai responds by raising his eyebrows and staring at it for a bit.

“Oh really? You know what else I can heat up?”

“No I don’t know, enlighten me.”- you two lean even closer to one another, as Dazai is ready to whisper in your ear:

“That little -

“ALRIGHT THAT IS ENOUGH, point proven Atsushi let’s go!”- you hear Kunikida shouting from behind. They were not only seeing all this go down, but also orchestrated the whole thing.

“So you guys are together, awwww.”- Atsushi says, giving a weirdly firm handshake to you and Dazai. - Congrats, omg. Dazai-san that was so manly of you, Kunikida-san didn’t predict you’d actually go wild like that-

“Kunikida planned this?”- you ask, giving a disappointing nod.

“A perfect executed plan, and Dazai fell right into it. Now, you’ll stop lying and admit that you love this woman.” - Kunikida claims with a smirk, thinking that his partner would still pretend to be in denial.

“I love Y/n.”- he claims, still sipping his tea and acting unaffected by this whole scene, although in truth he was a bit conflicted on how to feel about it.

Upon his declaration of love, you melt, of course.

You caress his hand, to which Dazai smiles, starting to gesture you weirdly.

He means to get out of here. Now you had heated him up.

You nod, looking at Atsushi and Kunikida who are still looking at you both.

“Oookaaayy, - you get up, Dazai following you. - Since you put us into so much trouble, I guess you can pay for our coffee, no?”

As you walk towards the exit, holding hands, Kunikida’s shoutings accompany you:

“If anything I helped you! You owe me one, Dazai!”

You close the door behind you, giving a small sigh.

“You’re so troublesome you know that?”- you poke his nose, so which he responds by pulling you closer by your waist.

“I put you into so much trouble, huh? You’re the one making me go crazy over and over again.”- Dazai answers as you pull him by the belt of his pants.

Remind me, where were we?”- you ask and he smirks grabbing your hand, leading him to somewhere.

“I’ll remind you shortly.”

[whydontyousaeso]

“Bunny”

Drew McIntyre x fem!reader

Type- Angst to fluff

Warnings- pregnancy, mentions of previous miscarriages, mentions of difficulties of being able to conceive (not proofread)

A/n- hiii! So im not gonna lie, this one is personal for me. As someone who suffers from pcos and just having extremely small chances of having children, I wanted to make something for my other girlies who might be going through the same thing. I hope you guys like this, and be ready for my next posts! Love you!

Tag list: @alyyaanna @queencherryberry @new-zealand-chic @slutfortheeclaymore @codyswhitebelt @lizzyd1ish @southerngirl41

You mumbled under your breath as the last stitch fought with you, not going into the yarn.

You had recently took up crocheting, especially with drew on the road.

It had taken a moment, but you had made a little bunny with fluffy yarn, it was adorable.

“What did ya make dear?”

You heard your husband come up behind you, feeling him wrap his arms around your smaller frame.

“I made a little bunny, isn’t it just adorable?”

“It is, your talent never fails to amaze me.”

You chuckled and turned around, kissing his cheek.

“You gonna give it to someone?”

“Nah, I think I’m gonna wait a bit. After all, you don’t exactly know what the future holds for us”

It aggravated you whenever it seemed like your own family didn’t even understand you.

“When are you gonna have kids?”

They always asked it at family gatherings

In reality you didn’t even know if you could.

You had been born with a disorder that made it extremely hard, if not impossible, to conceive.

And every time you had hope it never made it past the second month

The odds were never in your favor.

But every time they asked, you just smiled and said

“You know, when we finally get the chance and settle down a bit.”

You knew that was a lie, so did Drew.

But he loved you regardless.

He would always comfort you afterwards, throwing out adoption if you truly weren’t able to.

He tried his best, and you loved him as much as he loved you.

You stared at the positive test in your hands.

Instead of joy, you felt fear.

Very true fear.

You never had a positive, and when you did it never ended well.

You had been sick for the last couple weeks, and you also missed your period when you were supposed to have it.

You were actually terrified.

Lucky for you Drew was busy today so he wouldn’t be asking a lot of questions until after the doctors appointment.

Which was just as dreaded.

And when you got there they just confirmed it all.

“Congrats Mrs Y/n! You are pregnant!”

They gave you some vitamins and told you to come back in a month to check up.

That would either be the worst or the best appointment of the entire process.

You didn’t want to tell Drew, not because of how he would act, but because you didn’t want to get his hopes up like before.

He was absolutely crushed every time.

You wouldn’t have that again until you knew for sure.

The day of the doctors appointment had you in shambles prior.

You were so nervous, it was gonna kill you.

They asked all the normal checkup questions, asked a few extra, and then it was time for the final procedure.

The ultrasound was always where it went downhill for you.

You watched the doctors reaction as she moved the wand over your stomach.

“There it is!”

She stopped the screen and turned it around, showing you the picture of the little baby in your stomach.

“The heartbeat sounds extremely strong, and when your bloodwork comes back we will be able to tell you nothing is wrong, once again, congrats y/n!”

It felt like in that moment you were able to breathe again.

You were so relieved, you were just gonna have to tell Drew now.

You sat on your bed, holding the bunny you had made and thinking.

This would finally be used.

You heard the door opened.

“What are you doing darling?”

He came over and sat down next to you, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead.

You really didn’t know how to say it.

“Drew I uh, I have something to tell you.”

“What is it dear?”

You paused, looking at the little envelope on your table.

The one that held the ultrasound picture.

“Drew I’m pregnant again. And this time it made it past the second month mark.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you.

“Are you serious?”

You nodded and got up, walking to grab the envelope and handing it to him.

You watched him open the envelope with shaky hands and look at the photos.

“So..there’s a chance?”

“They said there was an extremely high chance that I carry to term because everything seems fine.”

He stared at them a bit longer before finally smiling and looking up at you.

He stood up and pulled you close, embracing you with his broad figure.

“I love you so much baby girl, I’m so excited you don’t understand”

You felt yourself tear up and held him closer.

You were nervous, but you knew with him it would be okay, no matter what happened.

You sat in the nursery, rocking back and forth with your daughter in your arms.

You had little complications with your pregnancy, thank god.

“There’s my two favorite girls”

You looked up and saw Drew walking in, holding the bunny you made a year prior.

Your daughter was awake, she looked perfect to you.

She looked too much like her father, you loved it.

He put a hand on your back, leaning down to come into view for your daughter to see.

You smiled as he cooed at her, making her smile and laugh at him.

He held out the bunny, letting her tiny hands try to grab the larger toy.

“I love you Drew”

“I love you too baby girl, can I hold her?”

You mumbled a small “of course” and handed her over, watching him.

It amazed you on how such a huge giant could be so gentle with such a fragile little thing.

He could only do it to two people though,

You and her.

You loved his gentleness.

She loved it too.

Despite looking like her dad, she was just like her momma.

It was the perfect balance really.

You watched them two play together.

Drew was play wrestling with her, and she was enjoying every moment of it.

You loved the way she laughed and squealed with him.

You held her bunny in your arms, the bunny had been there her entire life.

She adored it.

You chuckled and watched her make him “tap out”, ultimately winning the match they had going on.

“Alright you two, let’s go eat dinner outside, it’s nice and warm and I’ve got some fresh fruit and veggies.”

You watched her scramble up and giggle as she ran outside, leaving you and Drew together.

“She takes after you too much”

“Not at all, after all, that’s not a bad thing.”

“No, it’s not a bad thing at all.”

You reached up and kissed his cheek, wrapping your arm in his.

You liked this life.

[brandogenius]

neeed more phoebe and ya similar to spiraling fic i love their relationship so bad

(this has been in my drafts for a while + not proofred. was contemplating on posting it or not but have y’all phoebe & younger artist crumbs)

‼️RPF‼️

ONE SHOT - phoebe & younger artist - frustration

word count: 673

“i can sense tension” you stopped strumming your guitar, hands sweaty, fingers callused, frustration and anxiety settled deep in your chest. phoebe was stood at the opened door to the backstage room, staff and crew were flying past phoebe at a million miles per second, busy and in a hurry to get ready for the show tonight.

“the vision.. isn’t visioning- this stupid guitar” you grumbled, roughly setting the guitar down onto the ground by your feet. your notes app was opened on your phone, disregarded to the side of the couch. phoebe walked over, sitting down beside you. “im sure it is-“

“it’s really not.” you cut phoebe off with a heavy sigh as uou ran a hand through your hair in frustration. it wasn’t working and it had you stressed- nothing was working. everything was wrong. lyrics written in the notes app but no cords or pattern seemed to fit the vibe. you gave up

“the struggles of being a musician. we’ve all been there.” phoebe chuckled to herself. picking up the acoustic guitar and propping it into her lap. she busied herself by messing around with chords she heard you play.

“how can you just..pick up from me and create a good melody? why doesn’t it work for me?” you huffed in defeat, slouching back on the couch, eyes scanning phoebe, analysing what she’s doing.

“practice makes perfect. it’s a cheesy saying but it’s true. every musician gets frustrated or burnt out like you are right now. but, that’s what makes a good musician. progression” she stopped strumming, turning to face you with a serious look on her face.

“you can’t force things to happen. it’ll happen naturally. i usually look at stuff for inspiration. go on writing trips, listen to other music. if i find a song that has a good melody, i’ll write down the chord progressions and take inspiration from them” she turned back to the guitar and started to tune it.

“yeah- i get that. sometimes i just feel like.. i’m not a good musician. nothing works right, lyrics are shitty. i look at other songs by i don’t know- muna and i think woah- how can they do that but i’m here like-“

“i’m stopping you right there, kid” phoebe talked over you, sensing where this is going. “i’m not having a repeat of last month. we do not compare ourselves to other musicians and singers. each to their own uniqueness and individuality” she placed the guitar down, turning to face you directly, sitting criss crossed on the couch.

“yeah but-“

“respectfully dude, shut up. you’re an amazing and super talented singer and musician. you put yourself down too much and i don’t like that. that’s not a healthy mindset to have. comparing yourself to other people isn’t good either.”

you looked down at your hands, picking at the nail polish.

“everyone has their own flaws, i do, you do- julien and lucy do too. you let yourself spiral from overthinking about something small to getting yourself worked up and then put yourself in a bad mood which is not good. you can’t be doing this kid, it’s not good for your mental health”

“i don’t really need a lecture from you” you sighed, looking up and staring at the ceiling.

“i’m not gonna lecture you. im only stating the obvious. you’re young, you have so much ahead of you, so much to live for and see. you don’t need to put yourself down. you don’t understand how cool and talented you are. when i first met you i was like ‘damn, that kid’s cool as heck’ and im right!”

you couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking your head a bit. phoebe grinned.

“see? i made you laugh” she patted your thigh and stood up. “don’t spiral into negative thoughts alright? if you find yourself doing it, just come talk to me. don’t bottle shit up until you get frustrated and take your anger out on the poor guitar, alright kid?”

“yeah- i guess so”

“good”

[townsenddecades]

1320 – Day 1 – Lüghaven Woods

It is a bit of a surprise when Elea not only conceives again but gives birth to a set of twin girls.

In the years he has lived and trained with Elea, Simon has learned not to question her marriage to Sir Silas. At first, he hadn’t known she was married at all; only when Mariora had mentioned a visit by her father had he even begun to think about his teacher’s spouse. It hadn’t seemed strange to him that a witch living hidden in the woods wouldn’t find anything amiss about having a child out of wedlock.

But Mariora isn’t out of wedlock. Technically, Elea, as wife of a knight, is Lady Ellesmere, but she doesn’t use the title, because no one knows about her marriage.

It would draw too much attention to her, she says. Sir Silas visits every few weeks, that is enough.

It’s strange, to him, for the marriage to be this much of a secret, but he doesn’t ask. That does not mean, that he is happy about the two noisy infants in the small house, especially when he wants to practice, or spend time with Mariora, who helps her mother in taking care of her little sisters.

He is practicing his magic in the relative quiet outside one evening when Mariora walks out, looking strangely dejected. He immediately drops his hands, and the shapes in sparks he had drawn unto the air dissipate after a moment. He has learned years ago that looking at his magic makes Mariora wistful. Despite being a witch’s daughter, she has no magical talent herself, although she is proficient in making potions. But that is practice, not an ability one is born with.

“What’s wrong, Ora?” he asks, when she has spotted and walked over to him. By the way she had just stood there for a moment, breathing deeply, before spotting him by happenstance, it is clear she has just wanted to get out of the house and hasn’t been looking for him at all.

She shakes her head. “Nothing important. I just can’t take Mother doting over my sisters anymore.”

Both of them are witches. Unlike her. It has to sting.

“I’m not too fond of the screaming either”, he says, in an effort to guide her thoughts elsewhere. “I’m happy for your mother of course, but did it have to be two?”

He had intended to make her smile. She doesn’t. Instead, she looks out into the forst. “I might as well just leave”, she says quietly. “She has what she always wanted. Witch daughters that she can pass her knowledge on to. I’m not necessary anymore.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.” He hates seeing her so despondent. She should be happy. He wants her to be happy. More than anything.

“But it is. My whole life, she’s talked about how much she wishes I had been born a witch. And now, she has two of them.” She shakes her head. “You won’t get much of her time either, in the future. You’ll see.”

“Surely, once your sisters are older…”

“Maybe she’ll teach you”, Mariora concedes. “Or maybe now that she can teach your own flesh and blood, you’ll be unimportant, like me. I, for one, don’t want to stay hidden away in the forest forever.”

It’s suddenly hard to breathe. “You wouldn’t really leave.”

“What is there for me here, Simon? Honestly.”

“Me”, he answers, without thinking. “I’m here. And I don’t want you to leave. It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

She looks away. “I like you, Simon. I really do. More than I thought I would. I even thought…But I can’t stay, not even for you.”

“Then let me go with you.” There is no other thing for him to say. Because she’s right: at least for a few years, her mother will be preoccupied with her twins, and if she wants to continue his training after that is anyone’s guess. More than that, however, he knows that he can’t let Mariora go.

She stares at him. “Go with me?”, she repeats. “And what about your training?”

“We needn’t go far”, he says. “There are houses in Lüghaven that could be fixed up. We could live there, just the two of us. No screaming babies. I could even walk over to your mother to continue my training, if she is willing to do it.”

“And why would you wish to do that?”

“Because I can’t imagine being without you. I may have come here to train, but meeting you has been the best part about it so far. I can’t bear the thought of you going away and never seeing you again. Please. We need not stay in Lüghaven forever. Just for the beginning.”

A slow smile spreads over her face, and her hands find his. “Why, Master Simon, that almost sounds as if you had plans for us to stick together for a long time.”

“I do”, he assures her. “I want to spend my life with you, Ora. Magic or not. I want you to be my wife.”

And just like that, their decision is made. She gives him a ring she had been given by her father as a token of her affection, they make promises to each other, and start immeditately making plans of going over to the ruined village in the morning to look for a suitable house.

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[jokerous]

Did you see Joker 2 yet? What did you think (without giving away spoilers, of course)?

Hi, anon. Yeah, I saw it today and, without giving away any spoilers, I just wanna say I’m glad there won’t be a part 3. These are just a few fresh thoughts that won’t leave after watching (but honestly I should’ve live-blogged it).

Whereas Joker (2019) felt breathtaking with its soundtrack, cinematography and Joaquin Phoenix’s brilliant acting, the sequel felt like a cheap fan-made parody (some are waaaay better btw and The Joker Blogs is a masterpiece in comparison lol) of the first movie and it killed the movie for me. I had deliberately decided to avoid tumblr and instagram before watching Folie Á Deux, because the more trailers and promos I saw the less I got excited for the movie. And, guess what, that didn’t save the movie for me either.

Someone has said that if you are a Joker fan, this movie just isn’t for you. And boy aren’t they wrong. With each tedious minute of the boring and endless trial sequence, I was sitting and thinking how differently the real Joker would act and react (I’ve no idea why they would have taken The Devil’s Advocate comic book as a reference?).

The movie genre wasn’t an issue for me, it was everything else that ruined the movie. But, without any spoilers, the ending was both fitting and yet pathetic because I felt like both Joaquin and Todd were so done with this and the second movie has only proven that.

Lady Gaga, as talented and creative as we know, love and admire her, has failed to embrace the role of Harley Quinn for me. I know, I know, it’s Elseworlds and there are a bunch of comic books where she is a bit different from her OG version, but in every scene I kept seeing Lady Gaga who was trying to sing badly and almost out of tune… but that turned out to be not enough.

There are three scenes in the movie, that I’ll be referring to as THE SCENES™️, or Scene #1, #2 and #3.

The first one is between Arthur and Lee, and I’ve never seen anything more cringeworthy in my life lol. The trailer was deceptive and that scene was actually horrible. Thanks God for FF dot net and AO3 because the fans do get it, and the creators of FAD, sadly, don’t. I really was expecting the same scene would be coming between Lee and Joker, as a compare and contrast or something, but it never did? :D And that was reaaalllyyyyy disappointing. I mean, really.

The second scene with Arthur and the guards was brutal, awful, but believable (I actually thought they were gonna cut his face? But then I was like oh OH). Too bad it’s gonna be turned into a meme real soon real fast. Because we live in the society.

The third and final scene felt like a relief to me? I was thankful it was over, honestly. But then (I might be wrong) I started thinking about the parallel™️ with that psycho inmate and Harley doing the same thing to Joker/Arthur and the thought that Arthur imagined her (AGAIN) is still giving me a headache asdfghjk.

So, what did Gaga say in the movie? “Let’s give the people what they want?” If only… 😩

[honeyjars-sims]

2.11 The Ideal

Johnny: Sorry I couldn’t take you to a nice restaurant or anything. 

Lexie: That’s ok, you know I don’t care about that kind of stuff. Besides, you know how busy restaurants get on Love Day. This is way more romantic.

Johnny: I’m glad you like it. I remember you said something about liking picnics a while back, so I thought this would be a nice surprise.

Lexie: It is! How do you even remember stuff like that? 

Johnny: I don’t know, I just really…like you so I want to do things that make you happy. 

Lexie: Well, it’s really sweet. I appreciate everything you do for me. I just always feel bad that I don’t do stuff like this for you in return.

Johnny: Hey, you do a lot for me, too. It means a lot that I can talk to you about stuff and you always know the right thing to say. Having your support is all I could ever ask for.

Lexie: I’m glad you feel like you can talk to me. I’m always here for you, no matter what. [pauses] I hope I didn’t make you feel weird or anything when we were talking to Cece and Ben the other day. 

Johnny: Oh, about our future and stuff? No, you didn’t.

Lexie: Good, because I was thinking about it later, and I didn't mean for it to come across like I was saying I don’t see a future with you. 

Johnny: No, I get it. We’re still teenagers. I don���t expect you to have your whole life figured out. I know I sure don’t.

Lexie: I know. I’ve just been thinking about what Cece said. I mean, do you want to get married and have kids one day? Is it going to cause big problems if I don’t? What if–

Johnny: Whoa, slow down! Look, I don’t know what I want. It’s always been hard for me to even think about the future. I just didn’t see anything good happening for me. Can I be completely honest?

Lexie: Of course.

Johnny: Since I met you, I have been thinking about my future more. I don’t know if I want to get married or have kids. I’ve thought about it sometimes, and it sounds nice. For way, way, in the future, I mean. But least now I feel like it’s possible if I want it.

Maybe it will be with you, maybe not. Maybe I’ll decide to take my life in a different direction. But for the first time, I feel like my life isn’t just this thing that’s happening to me. I finally have some control over things. I don’t know if that makes sense.

Lexie: Yeah, I totally get you. I think it’s amazing that you’re hopeful for your future…but Johnny, I didn’t do that for you. That’s all you, my guy! You’re taking care of your mental health, and your outlook is improving.

Johnny: You sound like my therapist.

Lexie: [laughs] She’s a wise lady. I know we’ve talked a lot about your struggles, but I don’t have this whole life thing figured out, either. Sometimes I feel a little lost, like who am I, really? Like, I’ve been playing video games since I was a kid, is that the only reason why I play them now? Maybe I have some secret hidden talent that I don’t even know about, but I'm just going along with what my friends like. Sorry, I know that seems silly in comparison.

Johnny: It’s not silly! We both have plenty of time to figure all this out. And at least we get to have fun together while we do. We shouldn’t be stressing about our futures right now.

Lexie: Ugh, now you sound like Ben.

Johnny: What’s wrong with that?

Lexie: Nothing, really. He just bugs me. Don’t you ever meet someone who irritates you for no reason?

Johnny: I guess so. Just don’t get into any fights with him on our trip. Oh, I know what it is! [Johnny leans over and tickles Lexie]

Lexie: [giggling] Do you, now?

Johnny: Yeah, you’re comparing him to me and he just can’t measure up to my perfection.

Lexie: Yeah, that’s totally it! You’ve ruined all other men for me because you're the ideal.

Johnny: I’m glad you agree!

[Johnny and Lexie kiss]

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[atla-confessions]

Because these people in this blog are currently having a heated discussion about something related to food and i liked doing the little confession about ATLA characters and customer service jobs, here’s how well I think ATLA characters cook (and if they can even cook or not):

Katara: cmon. it’s katara. yeah she can cook. she can make a damn good meal. is it healthy? yes. is it delicious? also yes. i think katara is probably an amazing cook. from cold to hot meals, simple to extravagant dishes, from vegetarian to meat lovers… she can do it all. (well, not ALL ALL, but you get the point; she’s talented.) she’s proud of her good cooking skills and WILL brag when she wants, thank yew very much. cooking is one of her love languages.

Sokka: now don’t kill me for this… but yeah he can cook. of course he can. and i don’t mean the open-minded sokka after kyoshi learned how to cook, i mean that boy has always known how cook since he was like twelve. and yeah i know he’s like Sexist or whatever in episodes 1-4 and when he was little but i swear to me it makes sense. he might’ve been sexist but he wasn’t stupid, cooking is a necessary skill that you’re required to have when you want to travel the world and become a warrior. sokka learned how to effortlessly war paint on, how to masterfully use a boomerang, how to hunt, how to fish, etc. … who’s to say cooking wasn’t one of those things? AND, no women were leaving with the men, which meant that the men would be cooking for themselves. sokka probably found this out and was like AH, BUT OF COURSE! IT’S MANLY TO KNOW TO HOW FEED YOURSELF! THIS MEANS I MUST LEARN HOW TO COOK IMMEDIATELY! sorry first i needed to justify myself because some people seem to think he’s incompetent when it comes to anything that people/the show deem as women’s work either subconsciously or not, like cooking. ok now onto his skills. yeah he can make a damn good meal as well. the water siblings are just like really good at cooking, both of em. he makes a mean grilled fish and an even meaner seal jerky. he’s especially talented at meaty dishes (of course) but he can also make nice vegetarian dishes when he’s cooking for the gaang. he can do… not mostly everything like katara, but that doesn’t mean he’s not skilled at cooking.

Zuko: love my boy, but he’s a spoiled guy. during the show he CANNOT cook. iroh makes his meals when they’re moving on foot. the ship’s cook makes his meals for him. when he’s alone? well… we all watched zuko alone… boy was Gaunt . wasn’t eating a damn thing and the things he did eat were stolen/not cooked by him/things he didn’t need to cook. now he can make Tea, but tea isn’t a meal. when zuko finds out both of the water sibling are amazing cooks he’s slighrly envious of them. now does this mean zuko NEVER learns how to cook? NO! he learns after the war when he can, but does this mean that he’s a good cook now that he’s learning? ALSO NO! he’s got the basics down and can feed himself if all else goes wrong and he’s stranded on a random deserted island, but that’s about it; he’s no katara or sokka, who both can make great meals for a shit ton of people. he will never get even remotely close to their level and he accepts this.

Toph: similar case to zuko’s. another spoiled kid who never had to pick up a ladle in her life and get stirring. but she’s literally blind, so it’s understandable that she probably wouldn’t be amazing at cooking. she most ljkely tried to cook once or twice and either burned the food or burned herself, or got mad and accidentally broke something. this is toph we’re talking about. she genuinely wants to learn how to make more meals than just simple cold sandwiches and stuff but she struggles greatly with it. when she was first introduced in the gaang, katara got upset when she refused to cook, but a simple ‘how do you guys keep forgetting i’m Blind’ shut her up real fast.

Suki: hell fucking yeah she can cook! what can she NOT do? she’s the leader of the kyoshi warriors. she’s an excellent fighter. she’s a kindhearted gal. she’s confident but not brash. we don’t know much about suki but trust me when i say that she can Cook. she’s really good with meals but her specialty is anything that’s remotely flashy. imagine those restaurants where the chefs make the food in front of you and get you to exclaim ooh and ahh. yeah that’s suki’s way of bragging about being a cool cook. sokka totally thinks it’s awesome and blushes whenever she makes meals for him because she makes sure to be flirty as FUCK! they have cooking dates together CONFIRMED! no no sorry no complaints talk to the wall yeah there you go… schmuck! (i like sukka can u tell?)

Aang: hmm. now this is a bit of a strange one. i think he CAN cook but not a lot of meals. he mostly cooks meals that originated the air temples but since they’re all vegetarian, most of his meals are cold and not hot, since there’s no need to heat up fruits or vegetables if you don’t want to. he also would ansolutely suck ass at making meaty foods but understandable because again he’s a veggie guy and he would never hurt an animal that way, all life is sacred to him. he’d try to learn how to cook meat for katara and his future children, but he’d end up feeling horrible the second he lays his eyes on any meat and would feel like he’s losing his touch with his culture. but katara’s there to comfort him and tell him that’s okay if he doesn’t learn how to cook meat. aang makes his vegetarian meals for the gaang and despite the fact that sokka really likes meat, he still compliments aang’s food and makes sure to eat it. they’re great pals, your honor. overall, aang is a good cook, but not very skilled when it comes to specific things. but still a good cook.

Should i do more? do these buds even like my little headcanons or assumptions or whatever? I saw a small spat about zuko’s customer service headcanon, so… don’t know if this’ll cause a spat or not. Just saying down here that these are all jokey jokes also Shit this was a lot of garbled writing!

[harlowtales]

Jack finds out his daughter has talent but has to deal with her attitude first 😒

18 + only - Adult themes,drama,romance

“For the 3rd time Patricia. Go Change!” Jack said ordering his daughter back to her room to take off her mini skirt and tank top.

“Not fair!!” Patricia said stomping back upstairs and slamming the door to her room.

Jack found her with her face buried in her pillow sobbing. He made her jump when he put his hand on her shoulder.

“Bug.” He said gently “I..I’m sorry for yelling, but I can’t let you go out like that.”

“Daddy so not fair. I’m not a slut!” Patricia cried

“Exactly so don’t dress like one.” Jack said sternly “I can get you a top notch stylist to show you how to dress for fashion and taste.” Jack offered but Patricia was more offended.

“So now not only am I a slut but I have no fashion sense or taste?!!” She fumed. “This is about Jordan isn’t it?” She questioned “You don’t like him. Just say it.”

“I don’t think you’re a slut at all Patricia, and Jordan is a nice guy…for another girl, just not my daughter.” He explained.

“You are such a snob! Uncle Clay was right.” She said meanly

“Wait what? Don’t listen to Uncle Clay.” Jack said sternly “You’re not wearing that so take it off and then if you decide to talk to me with some respect, you can go to the movies.”

“Don’t worry about it because I’m just going to stay trapped in my tower!!! When did you become so lame!” She raged. It was clear Patricia was in no mood. Jack decided to leave her alone.

“Umm Y/N, this weekend with Patricia is not going well.” Jack said solemnly as he called you for help.

“That’s weird because you’re so good with words.” You said mocking him. It was just like Jack to call you when he hardly had Patricia on weekends due to his schedule and having other fun. What you didn’t realize was he always did everything for Patricia. He was just staying visible at all the parties but he preferred being with his daughter any day of the week.

“She has Instagram you know Jack. She sees her dad all over the world and not with her and you wonder why she’s disrespectful?” You said angrily.

“Y/N please. Maybe…Maybe we should try again. You and me, I mean us as a family. I’ll slow down, or you guys can come on the road with me. Little Bug needs me now more than ever. I fear she’s going in the wrong direction, hanging around the wrong people. I can’t fucking stand that Jordan kid.” Jack said tiredly. He didn’t know what to do and every time he suggested trying again you shot him down.

Much to his surprise you were quiet.

“Y/N?” Jack asked concerned

“You’re right. You’re fucking right and I hate it.” You said through tears starting to well up in your eyes. You never stopped loving Jack even after a year of separation. “She’s not getting the best of me either. I’m so consumed with getting my business going.”

“…and dating.” Jack blurted out. He heard the rumours.

“Jack I have a right to date.” You said firmly

“You’re not single.” He pointed out as you were still legally married. Jack had kept to himself the whole year of separation even though reports had him connected to a few people. For once in Jack’s life a relationship didn’t end because of cheating. It was because of his true other woman…music. His career was all consuming and everything with you and Patricia fell apart when he forgot the date of her graduation and booked a European tour he couldn’t get out of. His whole family was upset at him for that one.

“Ok I don’t want to fight with you. Maybe I should come by and talk to her.” You said

“That would be awesome…we can go for dinner as a family, or not whatever you’re good for.” Jack said not wanting to push you away but thrilled he would be seeing you.

As Jack was headed back upstairs to tell Patricia her mom was coming and they were going out for dinner he heard her through the door singing what sounded like something she wrote. He stopped dead in his tracks her voice was that beautiful. It was a sad song talking about not wanting to be in someone’s shadow so she’s hiding her light from the dark world. Jack softly knocked on the door. Immediately she stopped, blew her nose and tried to appear as if she hadn’t been singing or crying.

“Baby. That was beautiful” Jack said humbled by her obvious talent.

“It was?” She asked looking up at him like a little girl again.

“I’m truly touched. Did you write that song?” He asked not wanting to pry too much.

“I just wrote it fooling around being upset.” She said sadly.

“You JUST made that up, like while I was gone just now?” Jack said incredulously.

“Yeah it just comes to me like that.” Patricia said clearly oblivious to her gifts.

“Ok I’m not going to push you but...” Jack started to say

“Oh no. No. No. No. you’re not getting me in the studio.” She replied before he could finish.

“Ok we’ll revisit this because maybe you need something constructive to focus on.” Jack said

“Oh you mean other than Jordan.” Patricia retorted.

“That’s exactly what I mean, but you have to know, you are an amazing singer.” Jack complimented his daughter in awe of her.

“I…I am?” She said in awe of her dad. It was her secret dream to tour with him.

“Dead ass.” Jack said

“OMG dad never say dead ass again it’s so outdated” She groaned rolling her eyes.

“Hey…can I come in?” You had overheard their conversation.

“Mom!!!” Patricia ran to you giving you a big hug.

“Hey sweet pea. Rough day?” You said patting her hair lovingly. Jack’s eyes lit up when he saw you. “You have to respect daddy. We talked about this remember?”

“He’s being so lame mom.” Patricia said like Jack wasn’t there.

“Hey, I have a suggestion. Why don’t we pass by Ceviche for dinner?” Jack offered

“I’m literally starving.” You said smiling at him which was not your usual demeanour in his presence.

“Can Jordan come?” Patricia asked

“No Jordan.” Jack said bluntly. He clearly wasn’t changing his mind about Patricia’s boyfriend. “And I want you on the road next tour. You gonna do this music thing, you have to learn it’s hard work.”

A little smile crept onto Patricia’s face. “Are you being serious?” She said seeming to come out of her dark cloud

“As a heart attack” Jack answered with his hand on his heart in earnest.

“Ughhh! You are the ultimate dork.” Patricia said “But I love you dad.” She left her mom’s embrace and went over to Jack giving him a huge hug that filled him with joy.

“Now change that outfit and let’s go eat.” He said

“Lame.” Patricia said cracking a slight smile.

“Y/N” Jack said in a low soft voice as he had you alone in the hallway. He pulled you close unexpectedly.

“Jack what are you…” You said bewildered and totally unprepared as he drew you into a deep kiss that mesmerized you.

“Doing what I should’ve done months ago.” He said leaning up against the wall like you were in high school days back at Atherton. You and Jack met in math class. He was barely passing and if it wasn’t for you he probably wouldn’t have graduated.

“You wanna sleep over after dinner?” He said smoothly “My parents are out of town”

Patricia came out of her bedroom seeing him pressed up against you and exclaimed “Ewww!!!!” as she pushed past both of you.

You laughed playfully hitting him in the chest saying “Yeah eewww you’re so lame!”

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