#I'm sure she was shocked hahah

[onlyseokmins]

And i hope the same for you! Jun is a dream! Me too <33 right, it's defintely made to feel a lots of things haha i always wanted to tell you and forgot aksjsjs i wanted to be her too lol on that day she had a very important meeting but there were so many people and she didn't know why. So she was walking and saw him standing there, she thought he was an actor or something (she doesn't really know kpop). When she took a closer look she was like oh he is attractive af. She told me he looked really good and seemed nice but she wondered why so many girls were there. I explained it and she was so surprised

Tysm luv I'm abt to snooze soon <3 Jun is a dream!! Omg imagine just seeing seokmin in the wild 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 could never be me ajaksksks and it's always non kpop fans amirite /hj good lort I'd prolly faint on the spot, she is so lucky haha. I hope she was able to make it to her meeting tho 😭 idk if many celebs visit my city. Apparently there are films made here but I never see them ajskkss

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Divus Crewel - Rich Fur Coat Vignette

"A full course of disciplinary action"

[Sage‘s Island – Foothill Town]

Sage’s Island Resident: Good morning, Divus-san. You're up pretty early again.

Crewel: Good morning, madam.

Crewel: Also… Good morning, Emma!

Crewel: Your cute spots look so good on you, as always. I am truly lucky to be able to meet with such a stunning beauty so early in the day.

Crewel: …Can I give you some pets, you sweet thing?

Emma: Bark, bark!

Sage’s Island Resident: Fufufu, you're always so doting on our Emma, thank you. Look, she's so happy she's showing her belly.

Crewel: No, I should be thanking you. These fleeting moments I get in the morning are my personal solace.

Crewel: I'm grateful that I am able to see and pet these beautiful little lads and lasses.

Crewel: Especially since I'm unable to see my precious ones until I return to the Queendom of Roses on the weekends.

Sage’s Island Resident: If I recall, you have two friends looking after your dogs back home during the week, right?

Crewel: That's right. They're old friends… Or rather, they've become more like hired hands.

Crewel: I would love nothing more than to bring my dogs to Sage's Island…

Crewel: But my apartment here in Foothill Town is much too small to keep them.

Crewel: Sometime in the future, it would be nice to rent a large home here in this town and live with them together every single day.

Crewel: I'd drive with them in my favorite car on the long road along the ocean… That's the dream.

Sage’s Island Resident: Well, how lovely. I'm looking forward to the day that I'll be able to meet your precious dogs, Divus-san.

Crewel: And I as well, madam. I hope you have another pleasant day today. Bye, Emma.

Crewel: Good morning, my good sir. A strong cup of tea, as per my usual.

Shopkeep: Good morning, Crewel-kun. Would you like some food with that?

Crewel: No, thank you. I don't eat breakfast, as a rule.

Shopkeep: Yes, yes, I know. I thought I'd just ask.

Shopkeep: I can't believe you come to my little establishment so early in the morning just to drink tea instead of our signature coffee blend…

Shopkeep: You're still an odd one, even after becoming a professor at Night Raven College.

Crewel: Hah. Truth be told, I don't come here for the tea.

Crewel: Every Monday morning, if I sit in this seat here, I can watch the ships sail into port. The sight of the sails in a row is beautiful…

Crewel: This tea doesn't even compare to the stuff I can brew, but this view is something I can't replicate back home.

Shopkeep: Hahah! I always knew you were a sharp-tongued devil in your student years, but it seems you've just gotten even more cruel!

Crewel: I think it's more of a shock that you haven't improved your tea brewing skills in 15 years, sir.

Shopkeep: Well, luckily, we're still thriving! Do enjoy your time here.

Crewel: Thanks. …Hm. This respite is quiet and soothing.

Crewel: I should relax while I can. …Because I'm sure today will end up being yet another busy day.

Crewel: Today, I have homeroom plus three other classes. There's also preparations that need to be done for next month's event, a staff meeting, and last week's tests that need grading… Whew.

Crewel: Well. I'll just have to hope those pups won't cause me any issues, at a minimum.

[Laboratory]

Crewel: STAY!!!

Students: EEK!

Crewel: I can't believe this… What have you done?

Crewel: Why are all the ingredients needed for today's experiment scattered all over the floor?

Crewel: Which one of you mangy mutts not only stepped on but also mixed together all those spilled ingredients?

Crewel: I am only asking a simple question, and yet all anyone can yelp is "It wasn't me," or "It was someone else's fault"...

Crewel: PUPS WHO CAN'T OWN UP TO THEIR MISTAKES ARE NO BETTER THAN A MUTT! THEY DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO BE CALLED DOGS!

Students: EEEEP!

Crewel: So tell me, who is the culprit? Tell me truthfully, and you'll only have to deal with a full course of disciplinary action and not a bit more.

Students: Th-That is…

Students: [everyone stares]

Grim: Hm?

Grim: …Wh-Wh-Wh-What? Don't all you be lookin' down on me!

1. I think it'd be better if you just apologize honestly… 2. You'll get a lighter punishment if you just confess now.

Grim: It wasn't me who did that! It's [Yuu], definitely [Yuu]!

Scarabia Student: Don't try to blame [Yuu]. You really don't know how to give up, huh, Grim!

Octavinelle Student: Yeah, you were the one who flipped the table in the first place! There's no way I'm gonna let you take us down with you!

Grim: Heh! Do ya even got any proof that I did it?

Crewel: I see. It definitely won't do to accuse someone of the crime without proper evidence.

Crewel: …By the way, Grim.

Grim: Hm?

Crewel: The fur on your legs have turned black, but why is that? It looks just like that of a black cat.

Grim: Huh? My legs?

Grim: …Woah, you're right! My amazing grey fur's pitch black!

Grim: WH-WHAT'S WITH THIS!? GET RID OF IT FOR MEEE!

Crewel: There's no point in wiping it. The sap from the tree we were to use today turns black upon exposure to air.

Crewel: If it were to touch on your clothes or hair, it wouldn't matter how much you scrub or wash with water, it won't come off.

Crewel: incidentally, to return the blackened part to normal, the fastest method would be to cause another reaction to render it colorless.

Crewel: Look! Everyone see here.

Crewel: When I pour this concoction of herbs onto Grim's blackened legs…

Crewel: See, it returned back to its normal color. Make sure you remember this reaction.

Students: Oooooh.

Crewel: …Now, Grim. Do you have any idea why the ingredients we were to use for today's experiments got on your legs?

Grim: M-M… MYAAAH!

Grim: It ain't my fault! The desk shouldn't've been there!

Crewel: YOU MONGREL! YOU ARE TO STAY AFTER CLASS AND COPY LINES AS PUNISHMENT. UNDERSTAND!?

Crewel: And [Yuu], you're to also stay behind, as Grim's prefect. It would be troublesome if you cannot even look after your own pet!

1. But I have plans after class…

Crewel: Oho, you have plans that take priority over my prescribed discipline? [Yuu shakes their head] …No? A good response from a good boy.

2. I'm sorry…

Crewel: If you truly are sorry, then lets see that as a tangible result. If you can make Grim learn to sit and stay properly as his prefect, then I'll give you a treat.

Crewel: These pups truly are a handful… My beloved pet dogs are much more well behaved.

Crewel: Everyone, sit!

[Crewel magics the ingredients]

Grim: All the stuff I dropped are just floating back on top of the desk. So why's he gotta get on me when he can just fix everything…?

Crewel: The ingredients have been properly prepared once again. I will now explain the procedure for this experiment, so make sure you watch carefully.

Crewel: …I expect all of you to be on your best behavior.

Grim: Urp. He's just glaring at me, now…

[Interior Hallway]

Crewel: Ah, classes are finally over. Today was another tiring day.

Crewel: None of the freshmen listen and the sophomores slack off now that they've gotten used to the classes. And the juniors are teeming with arrogance.

Crewel: If I were a student, I would absolutely have literally knocked some sense into them...

Crewel: However, because of my position, I cannot do that now. I never even thought that I would be more inconvenienced as a professor, than I was as a student.

Crewel: Tch! I knew what I was in for, but still, I hadn't expected being an instructor to be this difficult.

???: And why are you clicking your tongue like that, Crewel-sensei?

Trein: As a professor of this school, I would prefer if you were to carry yourself better, so as to be a good example towards the students.

Crewel: Ugh… And now on top of everything else, someone even fussier has shown up…

Trein: What is with that disgruntled look? Do you take some issue with me?

Crewel: Of course not, don't be absurd! I would never bite back at any commentary you have for me, Trein-sensei.

Trein: Good. We should start to head towards the staff meeting, then.

Trein: Incidentally, you seemed to look rather exhausted a moment ago. Did something happen?

Crewel: No, I wouldn't say there was anything in particular…

Crewel: …I was only thinking of how I could effectively train the students. There are more than a fair share of unruly pups.

Trein: Do you of all people have any right to say that…? Especially since you were one of the rowdiest students during your time here.

Crewel: That was simply youthful ardor. Wasn't I just a charming little thing?

Trein: Don't write it off as simple "youthful ardor." Have a little shame.

Trein: …Well, I suppose it hasn't been too long since you've become a professor, in the end. This year makes… how long?

Crewel: Six years. Have you forgotten our joyous reunion already?

Trein: Hmph. Of course I remember your scowling little, "Oh, professor, were you still here?"

Trein: But only six years, I see… Well, why don't you pat yourself on the back for doing as well as you are for such a short tenure?

Crewel: I'm doing well? …Do you truly think so?

Trein: It is a fact that the rate of students pursuing the sciences have increased since you've arrived. There would be no purpose in denying that your instruction is showing good results.

Crewel: Heh… Heheh, is that right?! Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that coming from you.

Trein: And there you go getting carried away and speaking without any forethought. I do believe I've taught you countless times since your time here as a student to respect your elders, haven't I?

Trein: …Now then, if you're feeling better about yourself, we should get this staff meeting underway. I am keeping Lucius waiting.

[Trein walks off]

Crewel: …How insensitive of you, Trein-sensei.

Crewel: Here I am, patiently enduring everything until I can finally go see my dogs over the weekend, and you say that.

[Alchemy Workshop]

Crewel: Now that the meeting is done with, I should try to finish grading the tests while I can.

Crewel: …The rate of students pursuing the sciences, hm. I suppose it's true that everyone's grades are improving, even if at a slow pace. …A truly slow pace.

Crewel: Heh. I do enjoy seeing these pups grow.

[knock, knock, click]

Grim: Hey! I went 'n did that assignment for ya!

Crewel: What is it that you've done for me...?

1. I'll have him try that again. 2. He just misspoke!

Grim: I-I mean, I finished the assignment ya gave me. I'll put it here on the desk, 'kay?

Grim: …Hm? There's a book with a fancy cover mixed in with all these boring lookin' books. What's this?

Crewel: Oh, did that catch your eye? That book contains the collection of an apparel brand I worked for in the past.

Crewel: I keep telling them to not send anything to my office, but are some who just refuse to listen…

Crewel: Not only do I receive their catalogs, but also phone calls, all asking for my advice for the next fashion season.

Crewel: …It's just like your tests, don't you think? I'll have to fix their mistakes later to the best of my abilities.

Grim: Urgh, that sounds annoying. Why don'tcha just ignore 'em?

Crewel: Ignore them… Hahah, that's one idea. I can imagine their panicked and frantic faces.

Crewel: …But no, I do consider this somewhat of a hobby for me.

Crewel: Just because I've become a professor, that does not mean I can fall behind the current fashion. I want to constantly be checking the latest trends.

Crewel: I'm sure even you'd prefer a fashionably cool instructor over some decrepit, antiquated teacher, right?

1. I want a cool teacher.

Crewel: Right? You're quite a lucky one on that account, pup, because you have me as your homeroom teacher!

2. I want a nice teacher.

Crewel: You'll get bored if they're just nice all the time, you know. You might understand what I mean when you get a bit older.

Grim: I don't really get all that hard fashion stuff, but I totally wanna look cooler!

Crewel: Well, I'll consider that good enough for now. Don't you worry, I'll make sure to turn you into polished gems before graduation.

Crewel: You students here at Night Raven College may have a knack for magic, but your fashion senses are severely lacking.

Crewel: …And since I've taken on the duties of being your teacher, I won't allow that to continue.

Crewel: When I first started here, I vowed that I would craft every single one of you into the most fashionable and capable mages you can be.

Crewel: You have a first-class instructor, and first-rate instruction. …It would be impossible for you all to not become fantastic mages.

Grim: Heh. I'm totally gonna become a great mage even without your help!

Crewel: Hahah, you're a cheeky one. …Now then, if you've finished your task, go on. Looks like your friends have arrived to walk you out.

Crewel: Your time as a student may seem long, but it is deceptively short. I will do what I can to support all of you so that you can live your life here without any regrets.

Requested by @revengeofreaper32.

[forwoonnagi]

Heartbreak girl

Trope: friends to lovers

Pairing: Taesan x reader

Synopsis: Taesan’s tired of seeing y/n crying due to her stupid boyfriend. He's also tired of being just y/n’s “best friend”, he wanted to be more.

Author's note: inspired by the song “Heartbreak girl - 5 seconds of summer".Haven't written in so long so bare with me yall HAHAH <33

warnings: bad grammar </3 

 “You call me up

   It's like a broken record

   Saying that your heart hurts

   That you'll never get over him getting over you “

It was 10:54 pm and Taesan was just in his room listening to “I don't love you” by MCR. It was quiet in Taesans room. It wasn't unusual but it was too quiet..He missed the sound of her laugh..her voice..her in general. That girl was his best friend, Y/n L/n. His friends would tell him to make a move but he couldn't. Especially since she had a boyfriend. He let his mind wander randomly till it was interrupted by a vibrating sound that stopped his music.

“Y/nie calling..”   

Taesan would usually ignore calls and messages but Y/n was an exception. He sat properly and cleared his throat before answering. He felt nervous..was it because he was just thinking about her few minutes ago?

“y/n?”

“Taesan..we fought again.”

Taesan never liked Y/n's boyfriend. Not because he was taking Y/n from him but because he was a jerk. He would break up with Y/n then get into a new relationship then after a month or so he would go back crawling to Y/n. The problem was, Y/n always goes back to him..

“What happened..are you okay?”

“He said I was being obsessive because I wanted to be with him..He said he was hanging out with Maya later..”

“Then I found out they were going out on a date..again.”

“Y/n..I told you to stop going back to him..You guys always fight then break up then get back together..aren't you sick of him?”

Taesan’s heart clenched as he can hear Y/n crying through the phone.

“And you end up crying

And I end up lying

'Cause I'm just a sucker for anything that you do”

“Try not going back to him Y/nie..Just this time please..”

It was quiet for a while. Which felt like an hour to Taesan.

“Uhm..When's your band performing again?”

Right..Taesan had a performance this friday.. Taesan loves music. He played,listened,made,danced to music. It's like Taesan can't function without it.

“Uh, this Friday, Why?”

“Can I be your date for it?..Justin was supposed to be my date but he canceled at the last minute and is taking Maya instead..”

Every year we have festival day. Where all students go to school on a Saturday and go to the festival where clubs have small booths where you can sign up or try. Then every night there would be performances like dance shows, theater, musicals and bands. This year Taesans band was lucky enough to be one of the students performing. The seniors had to bring a date to the night show. Where there would be   photobooths, stargazing, confession walls and kissing booths. 

“Hello? Taesan, are you there?”

Taesan was zoned out. He was shocked that Y/n..His Y/n.. was asking him to be her date to the night show. That was his chance to win her. To show her that he's better.

“Uh yeah sure. I'll pick you up at 4:40pm?”

“Okay! Can I watch you practice tomorrow? Or is it a secret~”

“Sure you can watch. We're gonna practice after classes till like 6. Is that okay?”

“Yup! Good night, Taesanie! See you” 

Omg.. Taesans' world was suddenly coming together..

Authors note: SO THIS IS VERY SHORT BUT ILL MAKE PT2 HOPEFULLY THIS WEEK <33

[indecenthoney]

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"Mmm... What time is it- Okay...That's not good... Random girl on my chest... Great... Fuck me... How much did I drink last night? Mm... Alright... Hey hun... You awake? C'mon, it's morning, we should clean you u- H-holy shit... You gotta be kidding me... Hey hey hey... Don't you go freaking out on me... What do you mean? I'm just as confused as you are... Well, excuse me... This is my bed... My room... For all we know... Youuuu could have followed me in here and had your way with me... Don't play that card... Men can get touched too... Wow... Really? Who would sleep with me? You! Apparently..."

To catch you all up on this sudden predicament, my roommate and I made plans to spend a night out in the city. A little drinking to ease the stress of the week. One thing led to another and after a couple of brain-numbing shots, everything went hazy. From the looks of it, neither of us had any memories of that night. Days would pass without a word. I mean to wake up with your roommate balls deep inside of you? I don't blame her for reacting the way she did. Surprisingly, we went about our day as usual. There really was nothing to write home about. However, the tension during dinner time was unbearable. I didn't necessarily hate her or anything. It was more of our dynamic. We'd bicker and tease each other back and forth. Then we'd have our occasional pranks. But now, I couldn't even look at her in the eye. The short moments of eye contact would bring me back to her squeezing down on me. Even the sight of her lips would send me into shock hearing her squirm as I pulled out. Fuck. What if it was me? What if I did force myself on her? The guilt was eating at me. And I couldn't even fathom a proper way of apologizing to her. The fucked up thing is the amount of times I've masturbated to that mome-

"H-hm? Sorry I was kind of blanking out... What were you saying? No no... What? I should be the one apologizing... This whole thing could have been avoided if I didn't drink so much... I mean... What if I did do something? You're right... I'm overreacting... Sorry... I just didn't wanna make it all... weird... you know... Both of our faults, huh? Alright alright, I can work with that... Bright side? And what's that? The fact we fucked each other... True... I guess it was better than that fuck boy hitting you up all night... Ain't that right, baby girl? Hahahah! Sooooo you're not mad at me? Good cause I couldn't fucking eat... Hey... I was embarrassed too... But since we're good... We can move past this... I can finally stomach this foo- Sorry what?"

There it was again. That uneasy feeling. My jaw had dropped at the presentation of her proposal. Completely caught off guard from her shy disposition. After knowing her for years, it felt like I barely knew her. I mean she was the type of girl that would blush at the mention of a crush. So to utter such words was completely out of character. I'm sure she was just pulling my leg. Trying to get a reaction out of me. She insisted that there would be days when our "lust" would get the best of us. And that this little arrangement didn't have to end. She then offered me full reign on using her as long as we were in the apartment. To further justify her proposal, she claimed that it was better than fucking some random in a bar. She said all this while never once looking at me. I was not completely opposed to the idea. Just bewildered. She was hot. Believe me. If it were any other guy they would literally jump at the opportunity. But surely, she was just pulling my leg.

"Hahaha... You're joking... This is a test, right? So you can call me a fucking perv... Hahah very funny... You almost got me... Hey... What're you-"

On her knees, she carefully navigated around my sweatpants. Pulling out my throbbing member into the scene. There soft kisses met at every inch of me. Her supple tongue rubbing along the back of my head exacerbated my already breathy moans. The warmth of her mouth enveloped the entirety of me causing my eyes to roll back. Even after steeling myself, her teasing had already stopped, waiting patiently around my cock. Literally forcing my hand, urging me to act if I wanted even a crumb of pleasure. A battle of morality that I was sure to lose. Gently my hands cupped around her face, framing her perfectly before bobbing her relentlessly downward. Spit and tears would soon follow. The gentle touch that I once had quickly crumbled and devolved into such an animalistic instinct to fuck and release. My hand now decorated around a fistful of her hair. A pattern of forcing her down even deeper into me before fucking her mouth with shallow strokes. In my euphoric haze, I had no intention of savoring her lips. And in moments, I was quickly brought to the edge. She kicked and squirmed. Painfully gripping down onto my thighs. Nails digging into me as the cum hit the back of her throat. My body jerked and convulsed; leaving me to lean back into my chair. Exhausted. Without a word, she quickly got up and made her way to her room. I was confused. Was it all just a little prank that gone wrong? A little tease that went too far. That uneasy feeling made its way back into me. Feeling that all the progress had reset once more.

"H-hey... Where are you- Fuck..."

The following day, I would hear little shuffles coming from the living room. In a rush, I got myself out of bed to catch her. But she was already halfway out the door before I could even greet her. Unable to speak of yesterday's happenings. I would then spend the rest of the day cleaning off the apartment. Anything to keep my mind off of our current situation. There was no point in dwelling on something I couldn't fix at the moment. Before I knew it, time would pass. After taking my place on the couch, it was just about time for dinner. What to eat? Dinner. Dinner. Dinner? My mind would soon flood once again with yesterday's events. The rush of blood made it difficult to focus. In the heat of the moment, I thought it'd be wise to deal with it before she arrived home. Stroking myself without regard to being caught. Reminiscing the feeling of the back of her throat. I was lost in it. So much so that I didn't quite hear the unlocking of the front door. The hue of red painted across her face due to my exhibition. The relentless rhythm of slick precum echoed throughout the room. She stood there silently watching my frustration and discomfort; before finally gathering the courage to call out to me.

"Fuck... Mmph... Huh? O-oh shit! H-Heyyy youuuu... Uhm... And how... long have you been standing there? No way... Really...? Sorry about that... I'm just a little... uhm... pent up... is all... I didn't think you'd be home so soon... I see... Sorry what? Does it hurt? Nooo, just a little uncomfortable... but never mind that... Since you're here... I really think we should talk about yesterda-"

Without warning, it was then she offered up her services once more. Her shaky fingers slowly unbuttoning her worktop. To the drop of her pencil skirt that hugged her waist so perfectly. Revealing her lacy black bra and stockings before placing herself atop the seat across me. Her eyes peering behind her disheveled hair; fixated on a corner of the room to avoid my gaze. The slow march of her fingers, tracing along the center line of her panties. Teasingly putting on a show. Only for her actions to backfire. Maybe to her realization, it was more than showing off her body. She was being watched so intensely by someone she knew. It was embarrassing. Sure. But even so, her slender fingers continued to press along her cunt with more fervor. Spreading herself ever so often as if she was showing me the spot that needed attention the most. Such a lecherous display. Without thought, I found myself standing in front of her. With how little she seemed, it was like a little animal backed against a corner. Trembling. My hand pushing her back against the couch. I leaned in close pressing my entire weight. My cock now throbbing eagerly against her cunt. And the subtle buck of her hips that answered back in response. It was then all reason would be completely thrown out the window.

"Fuck... There you go... teasing me again... What's wrong? You're shaking... Look... See? You did this... so it's only natural... that you fix it, right?"

The tear of stockings. Panties gently pushed to the side. Entering ever so slowly into her depths. Her eyes begin to flicker and roll. An insatiable throb making it all the worse. Never truly easing up despite the time that has passed. And in turn, my patience wearing thin. Slow, yet gentle movements take place causing her to pull tightly on my shirt. Pulling me closer into her embrace; digging her canines right into my shoulder. The sudden sensation causing me to jerk deeper into her. Stifled moans leaking through pierced flesh. Her bite reduced to a slobbering nibble. Despite her pleads, her reactions only brought out the worst in me. Thrusting into her as if my life depended on it. There her legs were propped onto my shoulders. Forcing myself deeper into her. Slamming down. My hands coiled around her pretty little neck. Watching her eyes shoot up as the stimulation reaches its peak. My body failing to support me leading me to slump over her with ragged breaths. A pale liquid now dripping down her holes. Both too cum-brained and tired to actually function. I laid by her side silently, stroking her hair, before inevitably falling asleep. Later, I found myself still on the couch and her nowhere to be seen.

"Mmm... Fuckkkk me... I really have to stop thinking with my dick..."

Having not eaten anything the night before, I would find myself wondering off to the kitchen. The aroma of eggs and bacon soon filled the room. A scent that would make any person's mouth water. There my roommate stood, humming quietly to herself, who was just about done cooking. She sported the same lacey-black panties; paired with an apron whilst still being topless. My caveman brain doing its best to process the sight in front of me. Only for my other head to do all the thinking. I was no better than animal. An alluring doll figure that tempted me so. Breakfast became the last thing on my mind. Eager to ease my dilemma, I positioned myself between her supple thighs. She insisted on eating first, but soon her moans would overtake her logic. Grinding away on her thighs, slightly pressed against her cunt.

"Morning... Sorry I know I know... Breakfast sounds good... and we should totally eat... But after I'm done I promise... Just keep those thighs pressed... Alright?"

And so she pressed. Her thick thighs surround my member. Her cunt slicked with juices dripping down her thigh making it all the easier to fuck her with. My mind gradually slipping from me. Her arm twisted behind her, serving as my handle to further my aggressive motion. Within a matter of minutes, my composure had crumbled. Hunched over her; moaning against the back of her neck. The climax drawing near as the tip jabbed roughly against her cunt. Causing me to release an unholy amount. Once again tainting her poor panties. After cleaning ourselves up, we went on to eat the breakfast she had prepared. Making small talk proved to be difficult as her mind was elsewhere.

"Uhm... Thanks for making breakfast today... I- uhhh really like the way you made the eggs... I can't handle overcooked eggs... Haha... Soooo... Do you have any plans today? No... O-oh okay..."

It would seem that our little situation would only get more and more awkward as time progressed. Talks would be less frequent. Yet our time together never quite dwindled. I happen to catch her at the most unfortunate of times. Sweat dripping down her breasts on a sultry day. Eating and licking a popsicle on some random afternoon. Or even bent over searching for something underneath her bed. All events leading me to fuck her senseless. It had gotten to the point where I would often just pull her to the side, if need be, to satiate my own selfish desires. Even relaxing on the couch would be a trigger to pull her up on my lap before making out with her. Our tongues welcoming one another. Breathy moans, subtle whimpers filling my mouth. Her arms wrapped around my head to position herself into a deeper kiss. My cock throbbing impatiently against the opening. Pushing her down completely to take the full length. A shrill moan escapes her mouth. Having her rock her hips despite her sensitivity. Brought to tears by the stimulation. The buck of her hips as I toy relentlessly with her clit. Her body shuddered. Yet another load fucked into her. My hips pushing back up to plug it all in. She laid against me worn out and weak. Tears running down as she rested her head on my shoulder.

"Dude? You're crying? W-what's wrong? Am I being too rough? Fuck... I'm sorry... I-It's okay... Let it out... I'm here... Just relax and breathe... I gotchu... Not going anywhere..."

Sweet nothings cooed into her ear. Finger tips moving through silky hair. Tracing along her back. Before running up once again, diving deep underneath her locks to scritch and scrotch the roots. Having her melt under my gentle hand. Effortlessly her consciousness begins to dwindle. With her eyes closed, I kissed her forehead, wishing her sweet dreams. Holding her closely throughout the night just as I promised. Not leaving her side. The feeling of dread and guilt seeping into me. Going a bit too far with my desires. Having it take a toll on her. I had to change.

"Ohh heyyy morning sleepy head! C'mon what you waiting for? I made pancakes! Get them while they're still hot... So blueberry syrup or strawberry... We also have Nutella... Did you sleep good? Yeah? Oop- Sorry just let me... Yeah, you have a little schmuck on your face... Prolly cause you were drooling in your sleep... Yeah, it's a lot... I know how much you love them... I don't know... I just wanted make you a little something to thank you... After last night it must've been a lot for you... So I promise I'll stop... I never wanted to make you cry... Ah no... Shush... No need to explain... I made my decision and I take full responsibility... You just sit there and eat your pancakes... Alright? Me? I'm gonna go for a run real quick... I'll see you later!"

As much as I enjoyed living that fantasy, it wasn't worth hurting her. We went about our days as usual any time we could. When she would start to get nervous, I would often take some time away. Her eyes would begin to drift. Or her thighs would begin to clench. Little tells. The poor thing was probably still traumatized. I could only imagine. She probably felt unsafe; thinking I would pounce at her at any moment. The lecherous eyes that once analyzed every inch of her body. Now being completely docile. It is a bit sketchy. But no more. I made a promise to myself. Above all, she was my friend. I planned to restore our friendship as much as I could. And to repent, I refrained from any of my usual pervy activities. A bit troublesome at first. But keeping myself busy usually did the trick. I mean you can't cum if your dead tired at the end of the day!

"Oh? You're home! Was just about to watch a movie... Care to join me? I have popcorn... Hahaha did the popcorn seal the deal? Yeah? Right right... You know... Been a while since we hung out... Ready?"

It went about normally as you'd expect. We made our little jokes, reminisced of old memories, and even poked fun at each other. It was like the past few weeks were a blur. I was happy.

"Probably 7/10... In all honesty I was bit focused on you yapping than the movie... So my rating can be a bit skewed... Not my fault that you're more interesting... You wanna watch another? Still a bit early for us to go to bed... Yeah? Sweet... Let me pick a random one... Hm? Yeah its a bit chilly... I have blanket on me if you wanna use it... No it's fine... Really... Cuddle? Uhm... If you want to... Yeah yeah... I'm comfortable... Hahaha... Here... Best seat in the house..."

Taking place in between my lap, the scent of shampoo filled my head. My huge frame towering over her delicate figure. There she sat awaiting a response, but communication failing me. The movie played yet my mind fixated on tearing this little lamb to shreds. I could push her into couch while I filled her ass to the brim. Have her jerk me off with her leaky cunt. Or even watch her cry and beg as she worships my cock with her throat. And how easily said tasks could be done. Her scolding bringing me back to my senses. Ass pressed against me causing me to groan in pain.

"H-hahahah I-I'm alright... I just.... I'm not... I'm not feeling too well... No no I-It's fine really... I should head on to bed... Get some sleep and I'll be good as new... Thanks for the movie..."

Rushing over to my room, I quickly occupied my desk trying to find something to do. If I could just touch myself I would actually have some solution to this unending throb. Every game was on maintenance. Each friend too busy. And the internet far too slow to stream anything decent. The littlest of things agitated me and I was at my wit's end. A knock at the door resounded into my room. I wanted to chuck my chair at the door.

"Now's not the best time! Can we talk about it tomorrow? And you're in my room... Great... What do you wan-"

There she stood in an oversized band tee; inching towards me. My nails digging into my seat inhubiting all the carnal urge to pin her against the wall. The pacing of my breath irregular and my heart pounding. To my realization, not a single word was said to me after she entered my room. Confused. I took a moment to peer at her face, but not a single thought existed behind those eyes. That overly sized shirt slowly creeping up above her waist. Revealing herself bare and needy.

"U-uhm... D-dude... I think you're forgetting to wear something... H-hey hey hey... What're you-"

This time I was the one cornered; unable to get up from my seat for it would only escalate the situation. Both of her hands planted on my thigh, thoroughly grinding her bare cunt along it. A moist trail tracked along my sweats. Never did she break her teary gaze, pleasuring herself to the rough texture. With how eager she started off, it was suprising to see her slow down. Her movements begin to jitter and shake. A slow lag became apparent. She sat there fidgeting with slow motions. Resisting her own climax.

"And who told you stop? C'mon... If you don't keep rocking those hips... I'll have to do it for you... Understood? Now move... That's a good girl.... Hey hey hey... My eyes are up here... It's rude to look at something else when I'm talking to you... Mhm mhm... You're doing such a good job... Fucking yourself for me... Oh? Is someone close? No? Then why are we slowing down? Keep... moving... Excuse me? "Please" isn't going help you here... You either cum or you don't... You have complete control over it... So tell me... If you wanted to cum so badly... Why'd you stop? C'mon spit it out... Walking in here... Grinding your filthy little cunt against me... Oh? I get it now... You want my permission... That's it, isn't it? All this mess for my approval... God you're such fucking perv... You know what? If you want it so bad... Why don't you take it..?"

It wasn't exactly an easy task to outright pull your roommate's dick out and fuck yourself on it. On the other hand, I was enjoying her reactions. A little hesitant at first, but she managed to pull my cock out. Her hand gently stroking along my member. Something she's grown familiar with these past few weeks. Her ass pressed against the tip of my cock. Guiding it along her slit to position it just right for the opening. Even with all that eager grinding, we found it difficult slide in completely. Hopping off my lap, she quickly got to her knees. Her soft tongue placed on the back of the tip. Her breath hit me causing me to twitch against her mouth. Drool slowly soaking the entire length. Her lips close giving it one final kiss before trying once more.

"Not so fast... Why don't you turn around... Welllll I wanna watch you enjoy yourself, of course... if you're going to be using me then I should at least be able to watch... I mean I'm not some toy you can just hop on for a bit... Unless that's the way you look at me... Right right... No no... I believe you..."

Timidly she crawled onto my lap, hovering over me, still completely anxious of what's to come. Deep breaths fill her chest before easing herself into my lap. Reaching into her depths, her head knocked back from the pleasure. Taking but a moment to claim herself again. Having been fucked all this time, she wasn't quite used to taking charge. She was scared. Yet never once did that stop her. Watching her sloppily shake her hips on my lap. Putting on her best performance. That insatiable throb coming back once again. Making us both moan. My hands grabbed her anxious hips giving way to a more gentle motion. Teaching her but the proper way. Not needing to rush nor having to please me but herself. Despite my provocation, this actually was for her. I found that it would be easier to use me if she saw how much I was enjoying it too. Watching her cunt continuously consume me. And even if I wanted to stay cool, I just couldn't.

"A-ahahaha... Mmm... Mmmpphh... Uhm... C-can you s-slow down a bit..? F-fuck... I r-really... Ughhh.... Mmm.... I-I really can't.... D-dude.... I m-might cum soon... S-slow down will you... Aaa..."

I was close. God, was I fucking close. A sick and twisted smile plastered over my face. Feeling fear. That once small and harmless animal now cornering me. It's ironic. So much so you can't help but just watch. This little thing was riding me like it was her job. Seeing as how I've become a complete mess under her guidance. Her movements became more erratic. Fucking herself on my cock. Getting off on more than just the pleasure, but by my reactions. Milking more and more of those tasteful sounds. Her cunt bouncing on the tip. The final straw. A violent string of orgasms causing me to moan into her mouth. Weeks of not being able to cum, now taking a toll on me. I sat back in defeat. Before I could even say another word, her lips were already locked around mine. Soft kisses meet at my lips. Not another single word was said between us that night. There was no uneasy feeling. Or guilt. I was happy. And she looked pretty damn happy too.

"Morning sleepy... Why so red? You only fucked my brains out and made out with me for half the night... Shut up? Or what? Gonna ride me again? Hahahahah... Oh nooo I'm so scared... Are you sure you don't remember who fucked who that night? I'm starting to think it was you... Ow ow ow okay okay... Hahahaha... So ready for round two? Ow ow okay... Jeez... Breakfast? Cool cool... I didn't hear no though so.... H-hey hey relax-"

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No Lube, No Protection

Honey

[leclsrc]

hi auds!! it's my birthday today ;) i never send reqs i know you get a whole ton of them but if you ever got around to this- i think the f1 fic world has a very worrying lack of aus. so could i get a band!charles au drabble where he writes a song about reader and she hears it on the radio? any song you like. reader could be driver or something or connected to f1 if thats cool !!! thank you sm!! i love you

knee socks – cl16

There’s a certain inevitability that comes with having sex with a misaligned, conceited lead guitarist of a band. You aren’t aware of this fact until it hits you in-between your brows with the force of an 18-wheeler truck, at 8AM, through the radio in your car.

genre: drabble... lots of smutty allusions

auds here... happy birthday anon, one month and then some later! to be completely honest i almost deleted this... but through some twist of fate, it was the only thing i could bully into completion lol (aside frm long form fics that i'm still working on) this is 1000% for u and i hope u accept it as a belated bday gift :) i agree btw! id love to see more au fics but it is still nice reading the canon compliant type ones hahah. also the song in this and its and title is of course from this

It was surprising enough to hear an announcement of a new single by The Incident, one that seemingly sprouted out of nowhere, sans promotion. The morning BBC show clobbered the song with theories before finally letting the drawled-out, sticky guitar filter through and into your car. That in itself was odd, sure. Maybe shocking a little. But you leaned into the leather seat and remained quiet.

When you were fifteen, you were convinced the lyrics to Hall & Oates’ “Rich Girl” pinned up perfectly to your (insufferable) personality of the time. Raised in a big family and working in a career of refined prestige, your budding skill and already-cemented name in the modeling industry were just two small indicators of your parents’ massive wealth. Of course, neither Hall nor Oates were actually sitting and writing songs and singing about you—you just found it made sense in one way or another.

That was three years before you met Charles three years ago, at a pub in Soho. His band had only just spilled out of the confines of Soundcloud and seedy managers; they’d broken five million monthly listeners and the throng of people were there to watch them live. You were at the pub for a pint with another friend and left him with your number, a slip of paper tinged with beer; he fished out the nearest surface you could write on from a nearby bowl. Do I Wanna Know? it read in rushed cursive. It was a song request that went unfulfilled.

Rumors flew in your circle. Your father soured at the idea of you seeing somebody he wasn’t actively doing business with, but he failed to realize how limited your dating pool would be if you followed his wishes. Your interactions with the Formula One men he sponsored or worked with, however few and far between, were rancid and impolite. The drivers wore expensive brands, ones that didn’t even fall familiar on people’s ears, but refused to tip beyond three pounds. It came as both a shock and no surprise that the nouveau rich rock singer treated you with more decency than any of them did.

He was shy about it first, knowing how filthy rich you were. He made jokes about how his flat could fit in your kitchen twice over. He spoke what little French he remembered from childhood to impress you, paid for takeout, wore Lacoste when he came over to drink—then fuck—because it was, at the time, the most decent brand he owned. It’d been January when he came over, caught a sight of you at the foyer with all your expensive coats hung up. Your tongue was blue with a lozenge. It was the only thing he could look at while fucking you.

He wore a light blue variant once, fit and snug on him. You wrestled it off him in-between hot, sweet kisses, kept it on your bed so it’d be the first thing you tugged on in the morning before a shoot for a brand you can no longer place.

The last time you saw him he’d shown you lyrics, sang them aloud, drummed the beat he thought of on the skin of your thigh. His accent disappeared into rasp and notes. You told him to perform it live and he fucked you splayed up against your door, bent over your counter, then with your knees pressed to your chest on your white sheets, warm from the laundry. S’good for me, aren’t you, princess? All for me. My filthy girl.

Two hours later: I’m going on tour, sweetheart, he’d said while he cleaned you up.

’Til? Or… like, for long? Naked, you wrapped your blanket around your frame.

Ah, oui. For a while. 

You failed to answer amicably, your eyebrows twisting. You didn’t think to tell me? Just up and leave then? No number, no text, no announcement, just— You exhaled tightly. You knew he didn’t owe you anything of the sort; the sex, you guessed, the company had been so good you’d deluded yourself into thinking so.

Kitten—

Don’t call me that, you huffed, angrier now. Petulant. You got up and crowded him ’til you got to the door. Get the fuck out.

You watched him leave, brown leather jacket and black tee disappearing into London, and wrenched memories of him from the depths of your brain, the two years of your back and forth rendezvous. You wondered why you didn’t get a song in that time, after his ascent to fame, after the release of other hit singles inspired by his bandmates’ gossip rags and measly shags.

So a year later, when the memories have just begun to purge themselves—when the lyrics, which already have sent a swoop through your stomach, progress into the line When you walked around your house wearin' my sky blue Lacoste… and your knee socks, you effectively choke on your a.m. cappucino. It’s like “Rich Girl” all over again, but this is overt, it’s targeted. Like whoever wrote it must’ve known you’d be listening right now, en route to a shoot at eight in the morning.

“All good, miss?” Ed, your chauffeur, meets your eyes in the rearview, concerned.

“Perf—” your voice cracks. “Perfect.”

You screw your eyes shut and try to collect yourself, zeroing in on the lyrics that’d been foggy before.

Curing his January blues—the month you two started sleeping together.The fact that he’d had your number, a famous stranger, before you had his. Every beat, every word, every deep-voiced lyric traces back to you (unless, of course, he’s busying himself shagging any other girl in London on rainy Tuesdays and letting her wear his now-old polos. The thought sends a pang of jealousy through you.)

But you know better. You know you’re the only one.

Because your phone’s the only one buzzing late into the damp night—when the zeroes line up on the clock by your bed, the one he fixed up for you—with a number you’ve removed the name of, blocked at some point, but can still memorize in his absence.

Maybe tonight you’ll pick up.

[live-laugh-lenney]

Hey babe ❤️❤️

Genuinely obsessed with your writing!!!!

Could you do george as a new dad, like the first meeting his baby girl, family introductions, then like going home from the hospital and just like general life after having george’s baby girl. thankyouuuuu ❤️❤️

you guys really love the trope of girl-dad!george, huh? i think this is the most requested in my inbox atm, hahah. i have no complaints though! i love the idea myself. :'))

every bump hurt.

every jostle was painful.

every turn made her ache.

but it was all worth the aches and the pains knowing that they were almost back home from the hospital, almost starting their journey as parents without any extended help from the doctors and midwives they had been graced with for the last couple of days. their little girl snoozing in her carrier as yn sat in the back of the car, completely in love and unable to tear her eyes away from her cute button nose and the soft tufts of brunette hair on top of her head.

"this guy behind, he may as well sit in my boot. at least take me out to dinner first."

"go a little faster then. it is thirty down this road, george," yn informs him, taking her eyes from the baby to see him shaking his head at her and glancing at her in the rear-view mirror, "babe-"

"we have precious cargo in the back, yn. i'm not going over twenty."

"i know but she's safe. you're a safe driver. i think we'll be okay. home is only round the corner."

"i know but-"

at that moment, the car that was behind george had chosen to over-take them and george just rolled his eyes at them and continued on his slow drive down the road as they let a string of profanities fall off their tongue... silently, obviously, because the windows were up and, honestly, neither of them cared what the guy had to say.

"what a tosser."

"language!" george squawked out loudly, before clasping his hand over his mouth in shock at the volume and yn snickers softly as he takes a glance in the mirror to see if he disrupted his baby's snooze, "goodness me, you have a foul mouth."

"at this rate, we'll be bringing our second baby home by the time we get back to our flat."

and when they arrive back at their flat, he's so careful.

he has the baby carrier hanging from his arm with their snoozing little lady laid up inside, tucked into the crook of his elbow, but he was also carrying the baby bag over his shoulder because he didn't want her to carry anything heavy or do anything too strenuous in case she injured herself - she had just given birth and it was the least he could do. all yn had to do was open the front door to their flat and take things as slowly as she needed to.

he makes her a cup of tea, has a plate of biscuits set up on the living room coffee table, makes sure a blanket and plenty of pillows are in arm's reach so she didn't need to move or get up to make herself a bit more comfortable. and they enjoy their newfound life of being a mum and a dad to a baby.

"the boys are wondering if they can pop by."

yn looks up from her phone and over at george, who's stretched out on the sofa with their little girl flat against his chest, his eyes closed in content with a hand flat against her back, fingers drawing soft and delicate circles into the baby's back.

"do you want them to come by?"

"it would be nice to see them," yn smiles softly, "we've had a couple of hours to ourselves, had a little snooze. i think they're itching to meet her."

"only if you're up for it," he opens his eyes and looks at her, slowly sitting himself up to not jostle the baby on his chest, "they won't be here for long, right?"

she shakes her head.

"no, no. mister television messaged me. asked if he and chris could come down with some presents now they know where back home," yn explains and george nods softly, "an hour or so?"

george hums along in agreement and closes his eyes again, getting in as much peace and quiet as he could before his friends turned up in their home, his eyes aching from how sleep deprived he was slowly starting to feel having been up most of the night as they welcomed their baby into the world in the early hours.

and when they turn up, they're so quiet.

quieter than they had ever been.

chris greets yn first, hugging her gently and pressing a kiss against her cheek, a basket in his hand full of soft cuddly toys and some baby necessities that they could never have too much of.

"hello, you," he whispers softly, "congratulations."

"thank you, christopher," she hums back, releasing her arms from his body and letting him into the house, "george has her on the sofa if you want to go in and see her."

"it's crazy thinking george is a dad now," he admits, with arthur hot on his heels as he steps foot into the house, letting yn close the door behind him, "is he sleeping?"

yn shakes her head, "he's just laying down, eyes closed, but he's not asleep," and she allows arthur to bring her in for a hug, also pressing a kiss to her cheek as he states his congratulations, timidly walking in a little further with his own gift bag hanging from his fingers.

and it's the sweetest thing to see their friends meet their new baby who was going to be so loved and cared for by so many people in her life. watching as george placed his daughter in chris' arms, eyes so trained on the little baby, tiny fingers gripping on his fingers as he lets her cosy into the crook of his arm.

"she's so tiny," chris whispers, "i'm scared i'm going to break her."

"this is the first time george has let go of her since she's been in the world," yn snickers softly and george comes to stand beside her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his side, "she's going to be such a daddy's girl, i can tell."

"she's going to have so much love thrown her way," arthur says from where he was sat in the living room, "she's got so many people who are so excited to see her, to meet her, to watch her grow up."

"given how you guys were when i was pregnant, she's got three extra dad's with how much you guys are going to spoil her," yn laughs softly and george rolls his eyes dramatically, a laugh rolling off his tongue, "i think she's very lucky. to have such a good support system around her already."

"you've got daddy who watches her every move but then you've got the cool uncles who will let her get away with murder," arthur grins cheekily at george and the man flips him off with a middle finger, "hey! i'm just saying, we'll be the ones taking her out when she's able to drink and party."

"let's not think about that, yeah? she's less than twenty-four hours old, i don't want to think about her being eighteen," george informs them and watches as chris carefully passes the baby over to arthur, "be careful with her, television."

"i've had baby siblings, pal. i think i've got this," arthur smiles softly and his eyes widen as the baby starts to sniffle and wake up, her eyes trained on the man above her, "hello, little one."

they're there for an hour, having sipped on cups of tea and nibbled on biscuits, talking about the birth and the labour and how george had been in her time of need and it was a sweet moment where no jokes were shared or silly stories where told. it was just them, having a proper and civilised conversation, interest being solely on herself and george and their new baby.

when they leave, and it's just the two of them, they couldn't have been more excited yet nervous about being left alone for the first night. they set their little girl down in the bassinet connected to her side of the bed, tucking themselves into bed, making sure they had everything in their bedroom to make a midnight feed much easier for them to do.

"mum and dad are only down the road in the hotel, they just got there so," george yawns and stretches out down the bed, "if we need them, i'm sure they'll come by."

"i know," yn smiles tiredly, situating herself on the bed and laying down comfortably, "mum and dad are coming by tomorrow. although mum said she has her phone on loud if i need her through the night."

"we've got this," he looks at her and presses a kiss to her lips, "it's us three now." xx

[celestemona]

The kids (late teens/young adults) bring back their first boyfriend/girlfriend. How would the parents react?

Sorry Ren, no Kiyomi for the time being.

You'll be surprised by what I'll say now but Ren and Kiyomi are each other's firsts as Zahra and Hakim are

In this case, because Zahkim have been friends since they were children and are very attached to each other, it wasn't a total surprise to their family and friends when they started dating. In fact, it was quite natural! 💗 There were many congratulations, bets (Aryan, Isaar, Zahra's mother, and Sethos,) and ofc some cries, threats, and denying coming from Kaveh but generally nothing too extravagant!

Now, if you'll allow me to say, Princess Kaedehara received many courtships and confessions throughout her adolescence and beyond—there were even some brave hearts who dared to ask Kazuha for his blessing to ask for his daughter's hand in marriage (which he not so kindly denied). She is more interested in her own stuff than in matters related to the heart, y'know? 🤷🏽‍♀️

When she finally gave Ren a chance, you can imagine the shock that set in for everyone lol. Kazuha had always felt that Ren's feelings for his daughter were genuine, so he wasn't surprised, but still slightly taken aback because of her answer. Now both Mama!Reader and Ren would be genuinely surprised. Ren would be a step to faint, and Mrs. Kaedehara would be flabbergasted because her stubborn daughter had finally given in 😂

On the other hand, Heizou would congratulate Ren for the two decades of chasing his girl, and his mom would be dearly worried for Kiyomi's well-being from that moment. She knows how hard is to handle a Shikanoin hahah (but clearly happy for her son, too!).

Oh, and yes! Ren was also flirtatious and flirted with some girls in the places he used to go with his friends, but well… the heart knows what it wants, right?

I'd say that Cameron, Corinne, Haruki, Éveline, and Aryan will take a long time to introduce their respective partners… 💭 Cameron because he is always at the fortress, Éveline because she is quite introspective, Aryan because he's way more unapproachable than his twin. Parents here, mostly mothers, like to joke when they're gonna meet their in-laws tho hehehe. Boys get flustered so easy~

I'm sure Kazumi is quite the heartthrob 💔 his parents will only meet his future partner when he knows that they're the ideal person. Same thing with Hayato, although he is less of a flirt than his friend but more charming (?) Like father, like son.

During his school days, Isaar took a girl he was dating to dinner with his family. They all got along well and the dinner was great despite Cyno's horrible jokes <3

Quentin is too busy being in love with his best friend's mother sorry 😭😂 Lyney laughed so hard when he found out about it HELP! His son is quite the character but he also feels sorry for Quentin because he knows that is never happening lmao

[zorosjuicymelonsx]

Finding You

A/N: Hey guys, I'm back with another chapter :D

I plan to post the chapters out minimum once a week but since I had this ready I thought why not XD

Chapter Two Previous Next

The silence surrounding the crew sat in an ever growing bubble of dense shock and suspense. No one could fathom the news, it was too hard to digest for anyone including the swordsman in question. However, after a few still moments, the bubble popped and unanimous deep breaths were taken before the shouts of shock were released. 

“WHAT??”

You looked over to see Luffy laughing, the majority of the crew's jaws were still dropped practically to the floor including a skeleton fellow you weren’t sure was real or not. As for Sanji, taking the news to the core of his soul, he dropped to his knees going through the five stages of grief. 

“HUSBAND??” Sanji screamed, crumbling further into the floor trying to figure out how the marimo had a wife before him. 

“I am not your husband lady, I don’t even know who you are.” Zoro stated, you turned your head back to him, hurt evident on your face. You let go of the swordsman and made your way to your backpack, opening it and pulling out a document. You made your way back to Zoro and lifted the paper in front of him. 

“You are too, this is our marriage certificate you signed a few years ago. See?” Zoro suspiciously eyed you before hesitantly taking the document from you. He read over it, seeing the signatures at the bottom and recognising his own. He sighed, looking back up at you with doubt etched on his face.

“How do I know you didn’t forge this?” Zoro questioned, you scoffed and laughed out loud at the accusation as you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Do you really think I would go through all this effort for one man just to forge this?” You questioned back. As he was about to defend his point, Nami had heard enough and decided to take matters into her own hands. 

“Hi I’m Nami, would you mind if I take a look at this? I’m pretty sure I can authenticate this.” Nami offered, you smiled and nodded as you took the document from Zoro and handed it to her. A quiet thank you from Nami was the last thing heard for a few minutes as she examined the document, looking over for any forgeries. 

“This…this is real Zoro.” Nami sighed as she confirmed, you smiled as you looked back at Zoro who was looking at Nami concerned before taking the document back from her to look over it more. 

“Oi Zoro, how do you not know your own wife? Did you get lost and forget?” Usopp jokingly laughed out, the others now gathered around Zoro to look at the marriage certificate. 

“I can even see this has a stamp from Shimotsuki village at the top.” Robin added, curiosity built in her by what the story could be behind you two.

“Bro congratulations, that's SUPER cool! The first one of us to get hitched.” Franky said, his hand landed on Zoro's shoulder and gave a friendly squeeze as the others now started to congratulate as well seeing the blush bloom on the swordsman's face. The crew decided to start introducing themselves one by one. 

You smiled at them all and attentively listened to each of the members, content that Zoro had made great friends. However nothing had prepared you for Luffy’s interesting personality as you noticed at the corner of your eye, the hole in the floor was still open but now occupied Luffy's head stretching out into the hole. You turned to gape at him, the crew turned to look at the captain but were unphased by his actions turning back to you.

“Wow this feels weird hahah, did you leave any food behind in here Y/N?” Luffy's voice echoed through the hole, Nami rolled her eyes and walked up to Luffy to pull his neck and get his head out of the hole. Nami gave a stern ‘behave’ look at Luffy but he just shrugged and laughed.

“Oops, forgot about that. I should really close that now.” You made your way over to the hole, reaching your hand out and a small white light came out of your palm. The hole had started to shrink out of existence, the crew in awe as they watched you close the hole and the floor of their ship returned to normal. Zoro would never admit that he was impressed. 

“That was AWESOME! How did you do that?!” Luffy asked, you were flattered at the compliment and began to giggle. 

“I ate the Tele-Tele no mi fruit which allows me to travel around the world through the holes I create”.

“Oh it's like that Branch lady who could travel through mirrors.” Luffy awed out, you politely nodded, not familiar with that particular devil fruit. 

“I’ve spent almost two years looking for Zoro, it was hard to find him but I’m here now.” You lovingly looked back at Zoro. Zoro merely rolled his eye at you at your confession.

“Do you want to join our crew?” Luffy put the invitation out there, your eyes widened and nodded excitedly at the offer. Zoro froze and finally stepped forward to stand next to you as he had enough. 

“Luffy, there is no way your letting her on-” 

“She's your wife, she's one of us by default and her ability is super cool. Can you take people with you through these holes?” Luffy questioned, clearly first in line to try this out of the crew. 

“I can take people with me but the disadvantage of my ability is it takes a lot of energy out of me so I limit its use to once a day. I’d be happy to use it with you sometime if you like Luffy?” You clarified, Luffy nodded and elongated his arms to wrap his arms around you in a hug. You didn’t question why his arms stretched out like rubber, deciding later would be best to ask about it. 

“We got ourselves a new crew member, guys let's have a party to celebrate Y/N.” Luffy announced, the crew cheered to the announcement. 

“I’ll make arrangements to have a room setup for the couple, I’ll make it SUPER cosy.” Franky announced, making his way to his workshop to get started. Zoro choked on nothing, about to protest but couldn’t find his voice. He couldn’t take much more of this and decided to walk away from everyone. 

“Franky, could you also make Y/N her own bed to have put in the girls room please incase Zoro messes things up with her.” Nami asked, Franky lifting his hand up to show a thumbs up and disappeared downstairs. 

The crew began to disperse, you turned around to find Zoro again only to see he’s disappeared. Your heart ached and you really couldn’t figure out why he had forgotten you already. 

'Maybe father was right..maybe he didn’t want me anymore.' 

“Finally another woman on this ship. Y/N, let's get you set up with us in the girls dorm and freshen up, you must be tired from your journey.” Nami wrapped her arm around yours, Robin taking your backpack from the floor as you three walked towards the dorm. However, Nami abruptly stopped and turned her head to Sanji. 

“Sanji…if you don’t knock it off right now, I’m going to beat the crap out of you.” Nami threatened the cook, you were taken aback at the sudden switch. Nami turned to smile at you sweetly before taking you to the dorm. You smiled back, making a mental note never to get on Nami’s bad side. Reluctantly, Sanji stood up, sticking his hands in his pockets as he muttered curses at Zoro, making his way to the kitchen to start preparing for the party.

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As the evening twilight set, the Straw Hats were gathering for one of their famous parties. The deck was set up with fairy lights, tables of sides and other snacks Sanji had lovingly prepared and an abundance of booze and other drinks. Lawn chairs were placed around a BBQ pit in a bonfire-like setting. Sanji had Franky manning the grill of meats sizzling away whilst he glazed the meat with his top-secret sauce. At the same time he was brushing the sauce, he kept his left leg propped on Luffy's chest to keep him away, he could swear he felt his captain's drool roll down his ankle.

You walked out onto the deck with Nami and Robin by your side, you were dressed in a comfortable pink sundress Robin had kindly lent you that elegantly flowed and hugged you in all the right ways. Your hair styled down and light makeup painted your face. You were nervous, you didn’t do great with being in the spotlight but you were grateful you had Nami and Robin on your side. In the few hours you spent resting and getting ready with them, they made you feel like you had known them your whole life. 

You gazed around in awe at the party setup and could see everyone was there except for Zoro. Robin noticed your change in demeanor, taking your hand in hers to gently squeeze it with reassurance.  

“Don’t take it personally, our swordsman has a hard time dealing with his emotions.” Robin whispered quietly into your ear. You nodded, knowing Zoro was not the most expressive but couldn’t help but feel guilty considering how he reacted to you earlier. You hadn’t expected the reunion to turn out like this. 

“Y/N, let's sit over here.” Nami pointed at the chairs in the corner, you smiled at her and walked over where all three of you had now officially sat and joined the others. To your right, you had Nami, Luffy, Jinbe, Chopper and Brook. To your left, Robin, Usopp and a few empty chairs that you guessed were for Sanji, Franky and Zoro. As you sat in your chair, Sanji turned away from the BBQ to kneel in front of you, picking up your hand in the process. 

“Y/N, I would like to apologise for my behaviour earlier. No lady as lovely as you should have had to witness that.” Sanji said to you as he kissed the top of your hand, you could hear guilt laced in his voice.

“Don’t worry about it Sanji, you must be very close to Zoro. Anyone would react that way if their best friend held information like this from them.” You smiled. Hearing your words, Sanji's right eye had almost popped out of its socket, his forehead vein bulged out, sputtering incomprehensible words while the others roared in laughter. You gave a nervous laugh, gently taking your hand back and looking around at everyone confused by why they were laughing at him. 

“Best friends?? You’re hilarious Y/N.” Usopp managed to say out loud as he laughed, holding his stomach to try and control himself from falling off his chair.

“Am I missing something Nami?” You quietly asked as you looked over to her. 

“I’ll explain later.” She promised, still giggling as she got up to grab herself something to drink. Luffy seeing Nami move made him give up on his conquest for uncooked meat as he sprung from his spot to the food on the table. Silently swearing, Sanji put his marinade brush down and chased after him to make sure he didn’t eat everything. The others all began to move and mingle amongst themselves, you were too comfortable to move from your seat. 

The evening continued and thrived with music, joy and laughter. You were able to get to know your new crew members a lot more, taking in how different in character they were yet meshed so well together. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this happy and comfortable. The food was out of this world, you made sure to pay your compliments to Sanji who ended up a blushing mess, blood gushing out of his nose and Chopper rushing to his aid. The concern you had over the cook quickly left you when the others assured you this is a normal occurrence for him.

“Pft, how pathetic.” A familiar voice joined, you looked up from the bleeding cook and panicking doctor over to Zoro who had sat in the chair meant for him. You couldn’t help your heart racing hearing his deep voice, your ears twinged red from embarrassment that you couldn’t control your excitement over seeing your husband. 

You smiled at his arrival, realising he hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since earlier today. You stood and walked over to where the food was on the table, feeling Zoro’s intense stare on your back. You made him a plate with the things you knew he would like, grabbed a bottle of sake and made your way over to him. You were now standing in front of him, offering the plate and drink to him. You heard a few quiet awes in the background. 

He looked at you, then looked at what you brought over. He stood up, pushed past you and made his way over to the table to grab himself a bottle of sake. Your smile dropped, you looked down at the floor of the deck and decided to return back to your seat leaving the plate and bottle to the side of your chair. You would never know that the plate of food disappeared a few seconds after by the captain who happily munched away at it. No food waste was allowed on the ship but you would learn that soon enough. 

No one knew what to say, you sat in your own mind wondering why he had become so cold towards you. You decided you couldn’t take it anymore for today, you thanked everyone for the party and walked away to the girls dorm to sleep for the night. After you left, angry eyes moved to look at Zoro who seemed to be nonchalant over his own behaviour. 

“You’re being an asshole right now, what's wrong with you?” Nami stood from her chair in annoyance, pointing at Zoro.

“I didn’t ask her to do anything for me, I don’t know why you guys are gushing all over a complete stranger.” 

“This isn’t how you treat someone who went through so much to find you.” Nami walked over to now stand in front of Zoro with her hands on her hips. 

“I never asked her to look for me, I don’t even know who she is or why I agreed to marry her. We are clearly nothing alike, I mean look at her; she's all delicate and shit. How is she going to defend herself if we get attacked by pirates or marines? She's just another head to count for.” Zoro bluntly said, going back to his sake to take a swig.

“Marimo, the fact Y/N even married you is a miracle in itself. I’ve spent all afternoon thinking how she could even consider a brute like you, especially how you’re talking about her.” Sanji angrily voiced, bringing a cigarette to his mouth and lighting it. 

“Stay out of this perverted cook.” Zoro bit back.

“Make me shit head.” 

“That's enough. Clearly, something happened to Zoro’s memory. We confirmed your marriage certificate is legit. Why are you so against this?” Nami questioned, Zoro rolled his eye over remembering that stupid piece of paper. 

“Because now I have to do all this husband crap and it's just going to take up precious time I can be using to train. Can’t I just divorce her?” Zoro said, a wave of gasps and disapproving looks from everyone daunted over him. 

“That's going too far now, Zoro-san.” Brook voiced. 

“Y/N is so kind, how can you say that?” Chopper sadly spoke.

“Maybe if I kick him in the head hard enough, he’ll remember.” Sanji threatened. 

“Swordsman, if you mind me offering you some advice. I think you should get to know Y/N again. She clearly cares for you, we can train her up to make sure she can defend herself against attacks and maybe you’ll be able to recover the lost part of your memory.” Robin piped in, Zoro looked at her and couldn’t find fault in her advice. 

“Let's say for argument's sake something did happen to my memory, that I did love Y/N once upon a time. What if I can’t recover it? I have no interest in romance, it would be cruel to give her false hope that I could love her the way she wants me to.” 

“I could try to develop a medicine that could help to uncloud that part of your memory so we can see what happened.” Chopper chimed in, excited at the prospect of conducting new medical research. 

“Never say never to romance Zoro-bro, you may surprise yourself. She’s a beauty.” Franky winked confidently at Zoro, the others hummed in agreement. Zoro grunted, hating himself that he couldn’t deny you were very attractive on the eyes.

“I’m leaving, this is ridiculous.” Zoro stood up, grabbing his sake and walked away to the Crows Nest to start his night watch shift, irritated by the hopefulness of his crew. He felt nothing for you all the while rethinking the same question he had to himself over and over again;

“Why can’t I remember you?” ————————————-⚔️✨————————————

A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter :3 I'm planning at some point to review the layouts on my tumblr posts to make it look prettier.

Now with the Tele-Tele no mi devil fruit, I genuinely believed I made this up until I researched and saw its an actual devil fruit in One Piece. However, the description/imagination of it was completely from my own head. I'll be back next week with the next chapter!

[daphnebowen]

percy jackson episode five thoughts

I skipped a couple episodes where I wrote down my thoughts, but I'm about to rewatch and write don't worry! warning: lots of screaming, fangirling, heart attacks, and nonsense below :))

also these are all just copied straight from the notebook I use when I'm writing down my thoughts and I barely proofread them :)

Annabeths trust in Percy being alive is literally just like her belief that Luke is alive later on and even though it's kinda sorta different (or at least people are gonna treat it that way) I'm all here for it

WHY WERE THE FATES SO CREEPY HELLO

AAAAAHHHH THE PERCABETH HUGGGG I IGNORED SO MANY SPOILERS AND IM SO GLAD 2 minutes in and I'm already fangirling so hard haha

is Grover blushing at them??

"surprise" omg Walker 😭🥹

the droplet of water clinging to walkers chin is so distracting

"I'm the last person to realize this aren't I?" It's okay Percy

his eyes are SO FREAKING BLUE it's giving zac efron from hsm2

"it doesn't have to be a thing, yk. That you hugged me." OHKAY HES NOT ENTIRE CLULESS THIS IS FAN SERVICE RIGHT HERE WE KNOW THAT IT MOST ABSOLUTELY WILL BE A THING LMAO and annabeths "oh boy" and Grover's clear exasperation HAHAH

where the heck did the motorcycle go lol we know it's ares but like it doesn't take that long to drive

"we're all gonna die... eventually" wise words Percy wise words

ugh the fact that it's Luke's string 💔

Ares ‼️‼️‼️

Ok but why is ares literally EXACTLY how I thought he would be?!?!

"that's my cousin? what kind of family is this?" A dysfunctional one for sure, sorry Percy you're in for a rough ride

ares starting a fight on twitter is ABSOLUTELY CRAZY and yet so in character lmao

"I'm gonna kill him" same Percy SAME I will gladly help you - although all things considered I am glad they decided to keep delinquent percy in the show

they keep bringing up the "push someone down a flight of stairs" thing! There's no way this is just a coincidence anymore, what with chalice of the gods and earlier on with Annabeth and like... they're obviously doing it on purpose. is that gonna be the shows new thing?? trusting someone enough so that if they can push you down the stairs they're the one? idk man, love the metaphor tho

PLS LET THERE BE THE ZOO TRUCK SCENE OH MY PLS

leah's eyebrow quirk is 💋

WATERLAND IS PERFECT OMG

walker portrayed Percy's anxiety and nervousness and scaredness (is that a word?) perfectly

Can't tell if Grover is actually a history buff or playing Ares so he will talk but that scene was actually cool, I like the change they made to have Grover stay behind (this was what I wrote originally, but now after seeing peoples interpretations and opinions and things I know he was playing ares and I think it's BRILLIANT how smartly he played the god of war. Good for you buddy!)

"I didn't say anything" "I can feel you thinking it" OHKAY THEN

thrill ride of love = flawless. No words. I am speechless.

"I hate kids" relatable

ARES IS ACTUALLY BEING SMART AND MAKING SENSE FOR ONCE not to mention he's so funny and so relatable!

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH SEAWEED BRAIN ALERT 🚨 SEAWEED BRAIN ALERT 🚨 SHE CALLED HIM SEAWEED BRAIN AND I LOVED IT never mind the actual SCREAM i let out lmao

is Annabeth about to cry?!?!

yeah she's definitely about to cry

why am I so scared. This cannot be happening. What?? What??? he's the main character. main characters don't die. well except for Magnus chase BUT THOSE ARE DIFFERENT GODS AND DIFFERENT RULES NO WALKER

why am I actually so scared about this chair thing omg

(I would just like to say that I was so speechless and in shock throughout the whole chair thing, so I didn't write down a single quote but I loved them all I just was in too much shock to pause the show lol)

um.

WHAT. JUST. HAPPENED.

WHY IS MY BABY GOLD

WHY IS MY CHILD GOLDDDD

I AM SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW THIS DEFINITELY DIDNT HAPPEN IN THE BOOKS MY BRAIN IS TOO SLOW FOR THIS 😭😭😭

oh my gosh ITS HEPHEASTUS

dude the way that door suddenly opened scared the crap out of me

leah is absolutely shining as Annabeth, her monologue was so profound and heartfelt, love that addition 💗

THAT CLIFFHANGER GOES CRAZYYYY

okay of course those of us who read the books know who really stole the lightning bolt and stuff but the clueless fools just watching the show are gonna be like OMG WHO WHO and even if they piece it together technically they'll only be half right. and their confusion and confidence in what they think they know is going to be SO entertaining in the coming weeks hehehehe and even throughout the whole series if we continue to get green lights for the series

but yes that episode was utter perfection! Now for the teaser...

WHO DID PERCY JUST TACKLE EXCUSE ME

duuuuude. The lotus casino is MASSIVE and actually super pretty I cannot wait for the episode tomorrow!

WHY IS PERCY DRIVING OMG THIS IS NOT LEGAL although tell me why he is literally better at driving than I am HAHAHAHAHAH

ugh and that is it! Those are all my random thoughts from the episode! thanks for reading :))

[ria-writes-stories]

Falling in love?

Genre: Romance, Cotton Description: Since this is just ep 3, the romance is not yet there much, it's not that strong, it is sparkling, but not intensively, so I did my best to portrait that, my apologises if this is not what y'all expected. Plot: take this as a paralel to that Vizzy fic I wrote Ship: Nuzi

Note: Brought to you by me, requested by @esmalove2 (I am still nervous about requests, I have bad experiences with them, so please don't feel upset if there isn't an 'Requests open' button yet). ----------------------

(No one's pov) Uzi stood outside of the colony leaning against door one, holding herself as she sighed heavily. The prom was a disaster, I mean, it was a social gathering, of course it was a disaster! She was a social outcast after all! But… it hurt, in a way, to think that there was someone who could help her get a grasp of things, being right there in front of her and then slipping away from her fingers. It was really irritating and frustating.

Uzi sighed, the feeling of helplessness refusing to leave her, and yet, "Uzi? Are you ok?" There was still someone to remind her that she wasn't all that alone. "I'm fine. Stop asking!" The girl snapped in her usual manner, altough she was probably still angry with what has happened, as the last statement N heard from her before this was 'I HATE THIS PLACE!!!!' and yeah, she had all the reasons to, but let's not get depresso when we can have an expresso espresso.

"Why are you out here? Shouldn't you be inside? Dancing?" "N, the prom is over, the moment V got in, it was over, no one's gonna go back to that room, plus, it's in ruins, what's the point anyway? Besides, it sucks." Uzi said dismissively as she crossed her arms over her chest.

N didn't know what to do or help her in this case scenario, that night was…a lot for the both of them but, they finally got back together after so long, and he was afraid of loosing any more time by not spending it with her. "Well, we could maybe still go, I mean- If you want to that is, hahah, you know, as, dapper buddies." N said with his usual nervous laughter as he rubbed the back of his neck not knowing what else to do or say. It was a real shame, he was all dressed up and so was her, so why let it all go to waste? Uzi looked at him unsure of the proposal, but after a moment of hesitation she groaned and mumbled a quiet 'Fine.'

Initially the girl was thinking to just dismiss the idea along the way and just drag the boy to her room for an anime night but that was erased when N opened the door to the gym and the place was filled to the brim with all the students. The oil was cleaned, music was playing, and people were having fun. Was everyone just going to ignore the genocide that had just happened? I mean sure not THAT many died but still. Well, regardless of what has happened everyone seemed rather determined to go on with their little party, after all, it was their last year of highschool, and then they'll be official adults of the colony which in itself was a big thing.

As Uzi examined her surroundings she found a hand in front of her. "Would you like to dance Uzi?" N asked in his usual polite and soft voice as he gave out his hand with a soft smile on his face. Uzi was taken aback, and yet she didn't have the heart to say no, how could she? How could she say no to those perfect radiant joy filled orbs of his? To that charming smile, and his- 'Snap out of it!' Uzi yelled at herself within her mind before shaking her head and taking his hand without a sound more as she simply nodded and gave him a small smile.

Surprisingly, both knew how to dance rather well, however Uzi couldn't even enjoy it. The first few moments were memorable, but the following soon turned into nightmare as she began to slowly realise how many people are in the room…how many eyes are there…how many…people… Her face dropped, turning pale, her eyes widening in shock, staring emptily into space as all enjoyment had been drained from her being.

N noticed this, of course he did, how couldn't he? She was all that he had his eyes on, and seeing her whiter before him like that was alarming, so, in swift waltz moves he got her into a more quiet corner of the room, more spacious, less light, less color, more darkness, more silence, more calmness.

"Uzi." N said quietly in an attempt to snap her out of it, which worked, eventually, and when it did, Uzi was surprised to see that they weren't in the crowd anymore…how was that? He. That's how. Every twist and turn from her life was all because of him, and you know what? She wouldn't want it any other way. She lived for the thrill, for the danger, and somehow, this docile pure golden heart boy was everything that she ever wanted and needed.

"Thanks." Uzi said quietly as she looked away slightly embarrassed as she smiled like a fool, and she felt like one. Why was she smiling? Why was her heart racing? Why was she so happy just to be with him? Was it the separation between them that cause her to long him? Was it the time spent apart that made her desire him? What was it that made him want him so much in her life that it turned her whole system upside down, making her feel dizzy and light headed, making her feel unsteady on her own feet and making her feel as if she was falling apart? It was scary, it was so extremly scary yet it was so wonderful too. It was the best feeling in the world, and she hoped on all the stars that she ever whished upon that he was feeling the same thing. Why? Did she want him to hurt? Of course not! However this feeling felt…so good, she couldn't explain it, she simply wanted him to feel the same thing, but she knew that this wasn't going to happen anytime soon…but she would wait, she has the time to, right? N smiled softly while dancing with Uzi. He was more the energic type, and so was her, but for some reason it felt like he had to go a little bit more gentle this time around. He didn't want to hurt her, he never wanted to do such a thing, but he did want to make her feel as great as she made him feel. Uzi turned his life upside down, and that was the best thing to ever happen to him. Sure, many things were still a puzzle, a mystery, a fog, and quite terrifying, but it all felt less scary when he was with her.

The end

[moonliched]

Hello! Anon from before! Comment you say comment you get! I was positively swiped out from the ground with the whole fic, but this chapter? *Chefs kiss* The plot twist with Moon knowing language better than we thought is a really nice touch, I plan on rereading the fic with this new perspective in mind! I didn't really thought about the fact that Sun could use English much better. I just thought their skills are different there but nope. Moon is just a little drama queen. I love that you included "healthy relationship" beetwen Moon and Y/n, when they found out he can talk they were slightly irritated by it and expressed that but almost imidiatly (now they are sure he will understand complicated sentences) explains the situation and what they are feeling. Because ladies and gentlemen communication is the key 👏 👏 👏 Moon expressing himself with his thoughts about reader seeing him as a dumb animal or trying to tame him is also a nice touch that isn't really used in other fics I've read, If some alien thing appeared near my house and started trying to teach me to speak or to do some tricks I would be also offended. The no bullshit attitude is mu h needed fuck the little misunderstandings let's talk openly like a good couple fishman.

I also love the fact that even that y/n now can communicate with Moon and wants to get to know him they are still pretty cautious. As they explained its not easy to overcome first impressions especially when there have been their lives on the plate(in their eyes). I would love to see them warming up to each other! Which is already happening and I think it's so so cute they are both trying really hard to make it work.

The romance is just pure gold. I was squeaking with the whole bracelet thing. My man Moon got send to his namesake I'm sure he was seeing his kids with y/n get away to fish college at this moment keke. It's very cute that y/n regifted something as precious as shell to him. I am assuming the shell that he made himself and spend lots of time on is some courting proposal. So him getting something crafted with equal effort by his Brat will give him ideas. Good. We want more. I think you are great at creating tension and writing some really cute fluffy moments, as well as the more intimate ones. I love how you write y/n her personality, and reasoning. You created a great character that despite some strong character its still pretty easy to put yourself in their shoes.

The fact that Moon noticed marks after webbing on y/n hands is also interesting. I wonder what he thinks right now and what will he do with that information. Also I am hoping he didn't misunderstood that Sun was the one to rip them out. Coz when he asked of the reason they are gone we just started blabbering about the yellow mermaid and that they didn't really mean it .

I'm very curious about Sun and Moon relationship, for sure it's not bad as Moon said himself ,, he is mine,, ,,my Sun". It's intriguing what they are to each other. I feel bad for the guy he a little lonely boy with too much energy that gets into your personal bubble but he means well. I hope we will get to meet him officaly soon and that Moon after learning about our meeting will put some information about his human friend into his Sun so he will know better than to almost drown them hahah.

I really enjoyed the way you pictured Glamrocks and I was shocked when you said you are not very skilled in writing them. The dialogues for each of them works really well and you kept their personalities just perfect in my eyes. I was mesmerised how smoothly I went through this chapter and how many emotions it got from me. The dynamic in the team is great and they just appeared and with small nudges and small talks from you we can already tell or at least predict so much about them.

Of course we can't forget about Vanessa, she would never let us forget. But what amazes me is how you were able to create such a mixed feelings towards this character in me. I am a first person to throw someone into the jerk category fast but with her I keep changing my mind. She is very well written, annoying but you can sometimes see a little bit of the other side. There is clearly something wrong with her, with her hallucinations and paranoia. Also the fear of mer might play the role here with the big bad trap boi. As much as I want to showe her head into a grinder every second she appears I also get amused, such an interesting character. And this is all thanks to you those types are very hard to write. It only shows how big of a talent you posses.

I very much enjoy the relationship beetwen y/n and Bon Bon. Little siblings that bicker with each other all the time but when one of them shows up with dead man in the middle of the night they will help them dug the grave hahaha The personality you gave him is astonishing and enduring. I didn't read a lot about Bon Bon but know your version of him is my headcanon and lives rent free in my head haha. The little soft moments with reader that ends up in jesting are really heart-warming.

I am also very curious about Monty. Can he communicate with mers? I have a feeling some yellow fella got pretty excited that there is some possible friend nearby. Ahh I love Sun so much I want to cuddle him. All he wants is snuggles but all he gets is struggles.

The length of the chapter is a blessing I needed some good stuff to relax into and let my mind flow which you were able to provide so thank you. I mean it with my heart when I say you are very talented. This fic is well organised, with a good balance of all aspects that keeps you entertained. From the beginning I didn't skip any paragraph (which I admit is my sinful behaviour where something in the fic bores me ) and even rereaded to whole thing in the matter of days. I couldn't keep myself away trying to find something I might have missed amd relived the events once again. I love your version of the boys, the Moon being the first to open up and fall for reader is a nice change (where in most fics he is the one more cautious). I fell in love with him and his behaviour a big teasing, lovesick softy. It must have shocked him when reader's antena went missing haha.

Your addictions at the end of the chapters are so cute and bring me so much joy. I love your little ,,memes" and that sometimes it gives us the glimpse of others perspective. I can't recall which but some of your jokes from previous chapters got me laughing so hard. And stayed in my head that at the random moment hours later I would start chuckling. So thank you for that. Thank you for creating this fic and keeping working on it. I can say it's one of my favourites and we are only on the 10 chapter! This chapter was a blast that i will have to reread soon. Can't wait to see more of your great ideas. Keep up the good work and don't forget you are amazing ❤❤❤

DUDE AGSJQHWKAHDJQHSDBAKH I'M LITERALLY GOING TO LOSE NY MIND!!!

this has to be the most rewarding and thoughtful message i have ever received aaaauuuuu😭💗💗💗 i don't even know what to say!! i keep rereading over and over. you've taken note of a bunch of stuff i was rly hoping people would appreciate. the glamrocks especially, i worked so hard on their dialogue and flow, and the other side to Vanessa beyond the antagonism! i think every time i feel down or hesitant about my writing, i'll revisit this lovely comment, thank you thank you thank you!✨🌈❤️

[pboogerswbb]

WOWEEE what did we do to deserve 2 chapters in 24 hours? This has quickly become my new favourite, I honestly think about it throughout the day while doing menial tasks haha. Since I couldn't get chapter 2 review our before you blessed us with chapter 3 I will do a joint review! ALSO WHAT DOES BEFORE LONDON MEAN isn't it after London

Chapter 2

I really like how you describe Zari's outfits etc, I think it really helps in getting to know the character. With Paige I know how she dresses and acts but I also feel I have a pretty good grasp on your OC so great job!

I'm gonna tell you right now I do not trust Trey as far as I can throw him

Arike #1 wingwoman

I love how down bad Paige is already

“Paige I’m pretty sure she wants a clean one,” ->I'd take the dirty one and sleep with in by my pillow Paige.

I love how British people use the word 'poorly'

Zari's parents don't know she has dated women right? Can I assume from her and her brother's names and the picture in the header that Zari is middle eastern and her parents would not be super happy about that?

"reminding me of how a teenage boy might dress." -> HAHAH spot on

“Who says Ion know how to cook,” -> how about everything about you, you fuckboy

Maybe I could hire Zari and have her cooking for me in a maid dress, or in lingerie. -> Jesus Christ Paige

”You’re doing so good.” -> Ok ya I'd fold immediately

Nothing is less shocking to me than Paige not liking wine.

“Pretty sure the last time I played this was in uni with this guy who was trying to shag me.” -> Well now you're playing it post-uni with a girl who wants to shag you!

Ok P, putting up shelves and topping up her wine? game recognize game

“Uhh, I don’t think it’s straight.” -> I don't think anything in this room is straight

“You ever need help relaxing, I’m right upstairs.” -> OH I BET YOU ARE BUECKERS

Smelling her hoodie? Wow what a dyke

Chapter 3

Linda seems like a real bitch

“Lemme drive you Iz.” -> Wow with the nicknames already

“That’s perfect, I was going that way already,” I lie, knowing it was 20 minutes in the opposite direction. -> down so bad

“I’m not so sure. I don’t have abs like you.” -> oh so you've noticed

oh wow the song choice

“Well I dunno some classy shit. Whatever British people listen to.” -> perfect

“Arched back, deep stroke, white wine, Weed smoke, that's my best combination, You just need some dick with no complications,” -> I know this is a slow burn but I need the above to happen immediately, silicone dick of course

I mean I knew my singing was good but damn -> yes Paige, SZA level

OK WHEN I SAY I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED A SCENE IN A PAIGE FIC WHERE SHE IS WORKING OUT WITH HER LOVE INTEREST

“Paigeuh!” -> I can only hear KK

“C’mon, I’mma be your personal trainer,” -> dear god in heaven please

“Holy shit,” I gasp, rubbing my forehead. Paige chuckles, looking at my reflection. -> ya, not the last time you are gonna be saying that in a room sweaty with Paige behind you

“A little harder is okay too.” -> DEAR GOD YOU'RE KILLING ME

“Watch your core Iz,” “Squeeze here,” -> this is too much I'm melting

“She’s fine, way outta my league.” -> Paige, I fear nobody is out of your league and you know this

“So… how do I do this?” She asks almost shyly, looking at the meat drenched in sauce. “You just gotta go for it ma,” -> ok you are out of control

“Women do too, you know.” “It’s not your fault, truthfully, I don’t even know if I still am or if it was just a phase.” -> girlll who hurt you, cause I dont know how anyone can eat pussy then go back to dudes. Maybes its just cause I'm a raging lesbian.

I can't believe I doubted for a second that anything could top TLIY, but somehow this already has and there hasn't been any smut yet. Also, unrelated but I fully support your love of Bob Bueckers. He is a DILF to the highest degree. Before he met Drew's mom I can't imagine the number of housewives(and closeted husbands) lusting after him at Paige's games. 😂😂 Can't wait for more! 🦫

omg hello i love you, you’re my favourite person in the world right now 😙

i will tell you before london is correct 😇 and after london will come… after london… later in the fic… 😇😇 now i wanna answer this properly

chapter 2

- okay so, zari's mom is british and white and her dad is desi so yes, it does affect her ofc culturally. but i'm sure brits reading the fic might have picked up on the fact that zari is quite posh, so she comes from a pretty posh family and her parents are def tories... (conservatives) but not like SUPER conservative culturally but she def grew up having those heteronormative expectations weighing on her. so it's not her dad's culture as much as it is more so a class factor, they’re very well off (zari and her brother are not tories tho let's make that clear for you brits reading this)

- i have such a distinct image of what zari is like and how she dresses etc etc so i’m so glad if that’s translating!! her style is very polished and restrictive compared to paige who’s super chill and laid back which is all a reflection of their personalities ofc so yay

- trey 😶‍🌫️ no comment

- i am so glad i’m getting to use my old vocab for this i hate how american i’ve become since moving away fr

- there is no universe in which p likes wine 😭 maybe she has to eventually learn now that she’s going to be a big girl

- YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WHO’S PICKED UP ON THE STRAIGHT THING LMAOOO i love you

chapter 3

- i’ve been waiting to write a gym scene with paige forever i was so happy writing that shit i swear

- ”not the last time you are gonna be saying that” YOU’RE NOT WRONG

- ”A little harder is okay too” will be making a comeback

- just the idea of trying to lift while paige’s hands are running all over your sides and hips and STOMACH HELLO those weights would be on the floor zari is better than me

- paige was crazy for half the shit she said in the car while they were eating the ribs actually

i loved tliy and i love toxic!p lol but zari is a much more fleshed out character bc obviously tliy was supposed to be an x reader fic till i decided i wanna write paige’s pov too 😭 i’m so glad you’re liking it 🫶🏻 be patient for the smut hehe

also yes bob is a dilf and probably has double paige’s rizz 😶‍🌫️ i said what i said. (paige you’re free to prove me wrong anytime btw)

[serene-sun]

is there any chance we could possibly get a continuation of that transmasc Rain X Swiss ficlet, "Candy"?? i absolutely loved it, I'm so curious what may have happened next, hahah

𝕮𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖞 pt. 2 ˖⁺｡˚⋆

TransMasc Rain x Swiss

Warning: 18+ NO SMUT , insecurity, love? Lots of ghoul feelings

Summary: rain is a bit awkward, and Swiss is completely afraid of words.

A/n: this is just straight up lore, you can send in another ask bc they are definitely fucking. I actually wrote candy for a friend to tease her bc it was based off of an encounter of me and my guy friend she’s hardcore in love with (except the pussy eating part). But I focused this more on rulti!! Let me know what you think!

It had to of been weeks since their last encounter, exchanging looks and lingering touches.

Rains friend had told him to ask him nicely and Swiss would probably be more than happy to apply.

The worst part was exactly that, Swiss was free game and he was open and ready for everyone to fuck. Rain knew that he could get fucked and have anything he wanted from the ghoul if he simply just asked, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready.

Rains not a virgin, don’t get him wrong, he’s had plenty of “experiences”. But Swiss was….something else. It’s no secret that he was rather large, possibly even larger than aether. Rain wasn’t scared or afraid of Swiss, he was only anxious. He wanted, no he needed, the multi ghoul.

Rain had slight problems with his body, not the obvious things, but rather specific attributes that made him worry for himself. Rain had a little bit of a streak with people saying, “wow you’re tight rainy.” This and, “aww poor baby you can’t even take two fingers? Do you need to take a break?” That. Rain was a bit embarrassed, he loved being babied but it was the lack of confidence that got to him quicker than the compliments.

Rain was…very tight. He couldn’t take two of his own fingers, one was hard enough. He would clench down and his body try and rid of the flesh. Even when needy on the tour bus, he would use his shower time carefully fucking himself with the handle of his hair brush. Even it was too much, the only thing that wasn’t too hard to take was the small smooth handle of a rubber stirring spoon he had found in a drawer.

It wasn’t just being tighter than leather, but he also had a strange orgasm routine. He was so embarrassed when the ghoulettes had their way with him, they were a bit shocked to see that he lasted only a few minutes from penetration before making a big slippery mess all over their finger. He was a water ghoul, of course he would squirt. But why did it have to be every time? He got used to it, but he hated that he couldn’t not cum without making a big mess. I mean his bed sheets already had water stains for natural purposes, so nobody suspected anything nasty.

Rain could go many rounds, he loved being fucked to oblivion, he couldn’t ever get enough of his vocals streaming out from his lips like a water fall. He loves the way his light blue dusty skin would turn a shade of purple, how he shivered at the sensation. He loved not being able to think, not being able to form words. He wanted nothing more than to be filled so much that he can feel it in his throat. Rain wanted every hole filled and pounded, he wanted his mouth to hurt for the next few days, rain needed to trip when he would stand up for the next week.

But that brought rain to another problem, anal. He had wanted it so bad, he needed to be touched there. He tried prepping and stretching himself, wearing plugs and stuff. But he didn’t want to embarrass himself, nor did he want to come off as gross or anything. Rain wasn’t worried about hygiene necessarily, but rather if his attributes would also comply with his back end.

Rain had only been summoned a couple of months ago, with the rest of the prequel ghouls. But dewdrop and ifrit were the only ones that really brought him into the sex world. Lord have mercy rain would take and give dewdrop anything he asked for. He liked having control, but he also liked being put in his place. He liked it when dewdrop was a brat, but he also loved acting up just for the reaction. Oh did that change when the girls started toying with him, rain fell in love with acting up and failing miserably that it became apart of his “act”.

So why doesn’t he just ask him to give him what he wants?

Swiss is cool, hot, sexy, casual, crazy, insane, hot, sexy, sweet, kind, happy trail, hot, sexy, sexy, majestic, beautiful, cool, attractive, sexy, hot, and confident.

All of the things rain thought he lacked, all the things rain wishes he was. If only rain known that he was infact all of those things.

Little did rain know Swiss actually felt the same way. Swiss wasn’t all that, oh no no no, Swiss gives anybody what they want because he wants them to think that he’s cool. Is Swiss cool? Absolutely. Is Swiss hot and sexy? Absolutely. But Swiss had the same problem as rain, worry.

Swiss was confident, the amount of ladies and gentlemen that screamed his name in his bed echoed into the hallways so much that you can still hear it bouncing off walls, he was definitely confident. But Swiss wasn’t afraid of being embarrassed, he was scared of what others thought. Was he kinky enough? Does he walk weird? Does his voice sound funny? Are his horns crooked? Others would call it insecurity, but who knows any of that anyways? Swiss thought that if he faltered in his steps that someone would catch on, start saying things to others, and others would say things to more others.

It was one of those things that stick with ghouls, that deep dark dead heart that still lingers inside. Although they are over 100 years old, sometimes 1,000s like dewdrop and aether, every ghoul still had a soul. And those souls carry ghosts, and those ghosts never stop feeding on the heart rather it be dead or alive. The ghosts are feelings, from the tragic and devastating life’s they had once lived. All ghouls had lived, that’s how they became hell beings anyways. All of that anger and hatred channels and turns into a living life force. Their hearts might be cold and empty, but it creates a flame that never stops growing.

Therefor, those ghostly feelings are maggot that feed on the brain and soul. Some ghouls get over it, forget about it and move on. While others loose control and lust over revenge. Although Swiss wasn’t like that, you can’t easily forget the so called sacred beings that had tortured and banished him into the flame of life and death.

That’s why every ghoul had an insecurity, rain was scared of rejection, Swiss was scared of his own rejection.

Swiss knew he could please anyone, but was it good enough? Did rain really want him? He had said it himself that he wasn’t sure if he was fully into him.

Would this be love? Or would this be a test of worthiness? Either way, Swiss and rain are scared of each other, but nevertheless in love.

I mean, if you have ghosts, you have everything…right?

[askbeannuts]

Saline: "Why would she say that...?"

Bean: "She was a part of the Xerneas Guild, my dad too."

Saline: "S-seriously?!"

Axel: "... (And there it is... if you include Moira... and every other newbie this year... and Kam... we sure know how to pick 'em...)

Saline: "I-is that not shocking to you, Axel...?"

Axel: "Wha-oh-not really...? I mean, the Xerneas Guild's pretty much a disaster right now... couldn't imagine it was any better under the previous Guildmaster..."

Saline: "That's not what I'm talking about though...!"

Bean: "Hahah!"

Axel: "We should probably catch up with Kerri before her brooding scares the shopkeepers."

Saline: "Is she okay?"

Bean: "Kerri helped out until the Matron got settled, so-"

Axel: "She knows too much..."

[It seems this interaction with Bean and Elio will have to wait...]

Previous

In reference to

That one random revelation in Chapter 2 Part 1...

[bungobble-my-balls]

What if Fyodor possessed Sigma wouldn't that be crazy hahah

So with the Jesus allegory from the last episode he doesn't get completely reincarnated, but a copy of himself is made within Sigma from the information transfer, and it's almost like he's reincarnated.

OK hear me out

I don't think this is actually what's going to happen with the anime, but I DO think this plot is plausible enough that it could happen in one of bsd's many canon alternate timelines.

So you know how Fyodor did the whole 'help me I'm innocent and the real Fyodor has taken over my body 🥺' stchick to trick Sigma? OK so in this scenario let's say that's actually foreshadowing.

Fyodor's ability, although I'm not exactly sure what it is, based on theories seems to involve him being able to make another version of himself. Some people even believe he can put a version of himself inside of someone to kill them from the inside (I don't have the exact reasoning but there are theories just go with it).

After Sigma uses his ability on Fyodor to gain EVERY one of Fyodor's secrets and everything about him, he passes out from information overload as we know. What if in this coma state, Sigma and Fyodor's abilities are combining (Sigma gaining all of Fyodor's knowledge, Fyodor putting a version of himself inside of Sigma), and this creates a version of Fyodor created just from the knowledge Sigma gained of him. This version takes over the body, and when 'Sigma' wakes up its actually a new version of Fyodor (especially because Fyodor would be made of more knowledge than Sigma considering their lifespans, so Fyodor's consciousness could be more powerful).

So it's not like a ghost possession situation, it's an ability possession similar to what happened with Shibusawa.

So 'Sigma' walks out of Mersault, maybe during whatever chaos happens in the 2 hours, and sees Nikolai still holding the original Fyodor's arm.

Nikolai is shocked to see Sigma alive and awake, but then soon finds out that it's actually Fyodor (or a copy of him) in Sigma's body. Fyodor doesn't know about any events that happened before the information transfer, so he doesn't know about Dazai getting shot, Chuuya and Dazai's plan, or his original self dying. So Nikolai fills him in on that.

At that point, Fyodor realises he'll need to stay underground again for some time before he can get back at Dazai and continue his mission. It's helpful though that everyone believes he's dead and that he looks different, since people won't be looking for him.

So Fyodor and Nikolai go underground together this time, because with the DOA now in shambles Nikolai is Fyodor's only ally. And Sigma is currently trapped in his body, but in a limbo between consciousness and unconsciousness. His own conscious is in his body being relayed information over and over to keep him in an overloaded state.

Also for this AU Fyolai are still repressed homosexuals (Nikolai a little less after his post Fyodor death speech but still repressed enough), because even if I'm putting Sigma through a body possession plot I'm not gonna have his body be in the middle of Fyolai kissing I wouldn't do that to him.

Fyodor intends to find a way to get a body for himself, and they bring along Fyodor's arm and find a way to attach it to him again as a start (I thought about a Mary Shelley character having an ability to do this, but I forgot she already exists so I'm still thinking about how they'd do this).

I can also imagine Fyodor using Sigma's appearance to fuck with Dazai as a part of his plan later on. Maybe he takes more of his acting classes and even pretends to be Sigma at some point in the future.

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Luna and discord encounter withbthe pies part 2

"Blood charged for the the Pharoah getting smacked across the tomb." Hey, pick on some pony your own size dirt face, huh? Oh, discord the god of chaos. You're still alive, pity you're dying today with your ponies bullshit "discord snapped his fingers, but nothing happened." Hmm? Magic disabling forcefield smart, but still no match for me, you dirt pile. "Blood signaled to discord he was at luna getting her free, then discord had an idea." So dirt pile, how would you live again? By draining Princess luna blood, wait your stalling. "The Pharoah turned seeing luna is gone no where she go "then discord blood trying to heal luna buth their magic isn't working" I got you now "the Pharoah went to grab them then blood upper cutted the Pharoah jaw off" run! "Then, an ancient army of the undead surrounded them." You all will die by my army. Now give me luna she's dying anyway. You two can't save her in here, hahahah discord....... luna, stay awake, please. "Blood tried to think hearing lunas' heart beat fading" shit shit fuck "blood started to punch the floor breaking the floor around him" it's not use you won't escape me I'm not escaping I'm getting my magic back "blood yelled as chaos magic started to spark around blood marking the room shake" ahhhhhh stop it your going to collapse my tomb. that's......the i-idea. "Blood pulsed his chaos, magic multiple times destroying the tomb and the Pharoah, and the army discord covered luna getting buried alive." Luna? discord? "Discord felt his magic flow in his vein growing giant launching blood." Luna? Are you ok? Luna? "Luna coughed up blood still alive." we made it, babe....... we sure did, "Discord healed luna hugging her." Oh, where did blood go? Right here, you're still alive. I see luna hahah

Yeah, and blood, what's with the chaos magic? Oh, that in my realm my father was discord, but he's no longer with us, plus I'm dealing with being a vessel of the holy god, which makes me a dead god because im also dead. Oh? "Luna and Discord were shocked," so you're my son from another realm? Yes and no, sir, it's like luna in my realm is my step sister/step mom. Wait, what? Yeah, my realm is odd, but "blood teleported them back to their realm." So what you guys think of this adventure? "They looked at each other, then blood was gone." Hey, where did he go??

Mod pie: hopefully a part 3 idk yet maybe

Tag: @ask-luna-and-discord