#Tangerine Diamond

[diegosouzalions]

Tangerine Diamond, Peach and Cherry fusion

[slushiebrain]

tfw you try a different approach to art and it changes your entire fuckin style as a result but it looks absolutely banging so you can't even be mad.

aka i tried some silhouette practice w/my old steven universe oc and needed to post a progress pic because are you seeing this shit?!?

ANYWHOZIES back i go to hide under my rock for another 9 months, don't know if i'll ever finish this etc etc, mkay byeeee~

[headlessandhellbent]

New fish update

Still no name, but let me tell you how much this boy can both eat and shit is astounding. I hope the plants in this tank take over with all the enormous poops. Behold. My plan is to remove that multicave big thing and replace with two coconut moss bridges like in fergus' tank and then more plants. His personality is like no other. He swam the entire tank and all the caves within the first minute of being in the tank. He uses every single inch of the tank constantly. He ate while acclimating and after going into the big tank.. a lot. Anyway. What should I bake him?

❤️

And Fergus..... Fergus' tumor looked like this, this morning.

He's alert and swimming, but his vibes are very off. He ate a few shrimp today, but I can't determine if it's blindness or tumor related his appetite is also off today. Praying for the best and preparing for the worst here. I cherish every moment with this fish.

[demetrius-abysal]

Tangerine Quartz🍊

Tangerine is the fusion between Luke and Pearl. A very meticulous fusion, Tangerine likes to make everything step by step until he reach out to the final result.

Hope you like it

[rastronomicals]

4:58 PM EST February 23, 2025:

Tangerine Dream - "Diamond Diary (12 Inch Single)" From the Soundtrack album Thief Special Edition (March 1981)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

After which, I get off the boat.

[lex1i0]

bts fic recs

✿ - my favorites

✧ty for the resources :))

— Seokjin

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ᰔᩚ Scale by @shina913 {richboy!au, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut}

ᰔᩚ Internal Conflicts by @yoongiofmine {non idol!au, fluff, angst, smut, step brother}

✿ Off Limits by @floralseokjin {brothers bsf!au, smut, angst, fluff}

ᰔᩚ Cupids on Holiday by @persphonesorchid {angel!au, fluff, angst, smut, slight enemies to lovers, humor}

ᰔᩚ Paraluman by @muniimyg {love triangle, fwb to lovers, bsf to lovers, smut, angst}

ᰔᩚ Lets Get Married as a Joke by @burningupp {angst, fluff}

— Namjoon

✿ A word from our sponsors by @100vern {podcast, friends to lovers!au, crack, smut, fluff}

ᰔᩚ The Holiday Pretense by @mortallydeepestobservation {fake dating!au, friends to lovers/roommates to lovers, crack, smut, fluff}

ᰔᩚ Perfect Plan by @mortallydeepestobservation {friends to lovers, fwb?, angst, fluff, happy ending}

ᰔᩚ Beauty & The Bookworm by @jungshookz {uni!au, librian!namjoon, fluff, angst, smut}

— Yoongi

ᰔᩚ Sugar Rush Ride by @lo1k-diamonds {fluff, smut}

ᰔᩚ Dillema by @trivia-yandere {drug dealer!yoongi, smut}

ᰔᩚ The Road not Taken by @prodagustd {brothers bsf, one sided pining?, slow burn, angst, fluff, smut}

ᰔᩚ Oh, Darling! by @yoongiofmine {non idol!au, uni!au, fluff, angst, smut}

✿ Between the Titles by @highvern {fluff, smut}

✿Three Tangerines by @kithtaehyung {brothers bsf!au, implied age gap, angst, fluff, smut}

ᰔᩚ Minted by @kithtaehyung {angst, action, smut, haegeum!au, gang!au}

ᰔᩚ Take a bite by @glossdebut {smut, fluff, angst, slowburn}

✿ bbydaddy!yoongi by @muniimyg {smut, fluff, angst}

ᰔᩚ So it goes by @prodagustd {fwb to lovers, fluff, smut, angst}

✿ Terms & Conditions by @ktownshizzle {fluff, eventual smut, co-workers to lovers, office romance, idol!au}

ᰔᩚ The Deal by @untaemedqueen {drug lord!yoongi, fluff, smut, angst}

ᰔᩚ Whispered Vows by @lostbookmark {angst, fluff, smut}

✿ Dating Advice by @taleasnewastime {strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut}

ᰔᩚ Love and Lullabies by @ktownshizzle {fluff, angst, smut, idol!au, acquaintances to lovers, dad!yoongi}

✿ Hook, Line & Stinker by @yoonmetogether (smut, fluff, angst}

— Hoseok

ᰔᩚ Heartbeat by @joonbird {gang!au, fluff, smut}

ᰔᩚ Guarded by @xjoonchildx {mafia!au, e2l, slowburn, eventual smut}

ᰔᩚ Connotations of Sin by @persphonesorchid {fallen angel!au, angst, fluff, smut, horror}

— Jimin

ᰔᩚ Serendipity by @mikrokosmoslove {ceo jimin!au, lovers to enemies to colleagues to lovers, angst, smut, drama}

✿ Silk Sheets by CallMeByYourName97 {sugardaddy!au, smut, fluff, toxic relationship}

ᰔᩚ Growing Pains by @taleasnewastime {unrequited love, brothers bsf, mafia!au, fluff, angst}

ᰔᩚ In the wake of your leave by @taleasnewastime {unrequited love, brothers bsf, slowburn, mafia!au, angst}

— Taehyung

ᰔᩚ A really great (love?) story by @whatifyoulivelikethat {non idol!au, fluff, smut, friends to lovers}

ᰔᩚ Stuck with you by @jungshookz {roommate!taehyung, uni!au, enemies to lovers, fluff, smut}

— Jungkook

ᰔᩚ Strictly Platonic by @jeonqkookskooks {college!au, bsfs to lovers, fake dating!au, fluff, angst, smut}

ᰔᩚ Game on @sparklingchim {footballer!jungjook, fake dating, f2l}

ᰔᩚ I Want You to Stay by @ahundredtimesover {boss!jk x assistant reader, strangers to lovers, slowburn, angst, smut, fluff, drama}

ᰔᩚ Bbydaddy!jk by @muniimyg {exs to lovers, fluff, smut, angst}

✿ Home by @bonny-kookoo {est relationship, foreigner!reader, fluff, smut}

✿ Hotter than Hell by @chateautae {supernatural/fantasy!au, romance, e2l, road trip, angst, fluff, eventual smut}

ᰔᩚ Paraluman by @muniimyg {love triangle, fwb to lovers, bsf to lovers, smut, angst}

✿ Sauvage by tjunglebook {ceo!jungkook, fluff, smut}

— Ot7

ᰔᩚ Change my mind by @winterzsurprise {soulmates!au, f2l, eventual smut, slowburrn, polyamory}

✿ Little do You Know by @yoongiofmine {fluff, angst, smut, playmate!au, idol!au}

ᰔᩚ Back Home by @alexlwrites {college!au, romance, humor, fluff, angst}

✿ Everything Falls (Into Place) by @blog-name-idk {college!au, roommate!au, fluff, humor, smut}

ᰔᩚ Sh. by @wwilloww {non idol!au, wilderness!au, f2l, smut, fluff, angst}

[lieslab]

For now, I will stay alive

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎ ꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

Pairing: Felix X gn reader

Summary: You're thinking of ending things when your boyfriend calls you while he's on tour.

Genre: Angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 2.5k

Trigger warning: Suicide, depression, anxiety, mentions of pills and death

Suicide, depression, and anxiety resources

A/N: Ugh, I love this man. Requestee, I've done it yet again. Felix makes my heart soft, so I tried to capture that feeling perfectly here. I hope you enjoy it <3

_ _ _

Everything was almost perfect in Felix’s eyes. Everything really was bigger in America. He still couldn’t get over the large size of his fountain drink. He ordered it for dinner and that was a few hours ago. The liquid inside watered down from the melted ice, but he didn’t care, he’d drink it until it was gone. 

The rest of the guys scattered into their own hotel rooms. After a busy day of rehearsal and tonight’s concert, everything went to plan. The concert unraveled like usual. The jokes between songs, the dances hit every choreographed beat; he soaked up every moment like a sponge. 

The fans shined like diamonds in the crowds. From the front barricade and higher in the balcony, he never forgot the moments. Even if he couldn’t see faces clearly, he could still see the colors. The splashes of pink from one body. A fox-eared headband to represent someone’s love for Jeongin. 

Posters scribbled with handwritten messages of love and admiration. They still circled his head and filled his heart with affection. The love of his fans felt like sunlight on a dark day. Every time he saw reminders, every little worry washed away. 

In the hotel room, the sun disappeared a few hours ago, tucked in and nested on the other side of the world. The moon perked up tonight, stretching light across multiple states. Between the open curtains, it peeked inside the opening to check upon him. 

Sprawled out on the side of his bed, his skin smelled of ripe tangerine. Usually, he didn’t buy hair products in America, but ever since he stumbled across one this afternoon he couldn’t resist trying it out. He bought shampoo and conditioner without a second thought. He threw in the leave-in conditioner and body wash, just because he could. 

In the rays of moonlight, dewy skin glowed. The sweat from the concert, he scrubbed it off. It disappeared and circled down the metal drain. Tomorrow, he’d repeat the process and do it all over again. 

The matching bed across the way lay empty. Minho came up missing quite a while ago. He showered, slipped into pajamas, and disappeared. He said he’d be back, but never mentioned what time, or where he was going. 

Felix didn’t mind. He didn’t know if he’d be up by the time he’d come back. Not that it mattered, Minho had another room key. He’d be able to get inside if he needed to. 

The only thing he missed? Your touch. The way your fingers dug into his sore muscles. You practically lulled him to sleep by your touch and your touch alone. Thumbs pressed into tender muscles and you massaged them in such a way, he couldn’t get enough. 

He couldn’t get enough of you at all. Leaving for tour, it had always been hard. Taking a break out of the usual routine. Saying good-bye to his permanent resident. It hurt a lot. A lot more than he’d ever admit out loud. 

Ever since the two of you started to date two years ago, it hurt so much worse. He missed you. The way he woke up with your legs tangled together. Most mornings, he found your fingers tangled in his shirt. You were afraid to lose him in the night. He couldn’t get enough of you. 

Every time he went somewhere for something, deep down, he felt like he betrayed you in multiple ways. You understood it, of course. His career would always be more important than dating. You wouldn’t have it any other way. Nothing brought more light into his life than being a star. 

You missed him between your own usual routine. Every time he left for his schedule, it left behind a big open wound. No matter how much time passed, it wouldn’t heal until he came back. The shape of his soul connected and tangled around yours. 

Thinking about the way you smiled, his heart ached. He’d never get used to being away from you. You had your own career and you couldn’t leave it there for months at a time. He wished you could be with each other all the time. When you couldn’t, he’d pick up his phone and dial your number. 

Hearing your voice gave him the strength to go another day. 

~ ~ ~ 

You decided you were different a long time ago. You didn’t know why you were born this way, you just were. Something was missing in your brain. Emptiness seeped into your heart during the lowest times of your life. Your brain ballooned with the worst thoughts. 

Your brain highlighted every flaw. It sucked out your energy. Depression clung to you since you were young. It came and went in waves, but this time felt different. Every time you reentered that same mindset, it almost felt like coming home. 

Things rarely changed in your brain. Maybe you weren’t meant to survive on your own. Perhaps, you just couldn’t handle living here. Living is exhausting. What’s the point? 

It burns. It aches. Life rips out your heart, tears it to shreds, and shoves it back in your chest. There’s always something and why is it so hard? It’s not hard for everyone else, they do what they need to do. Life goes on. Why is it so different for you? 

Every minor obstacle feels like a mountain. The more you battle and fight your way uphill, the more it feels like you will never reach the top, no matter what you do. When will it end? When does it stop? 

Lately, life unraveled. Minor work related tasks, you weren’t sure if you could do it anymore. Each one vacuumed your energy into empty particles of nothingness. The past few days, you’d been nodding off at work. Miraculously, nobody caught you, but if they would have, you’d certainly be written up, or fired. 

You missed Felix like crazy. Curled in your shared bed, you openly mourned him. You’d tuck his pillow to your chest and squeeze. Hoping and waiting for the day you’d see him again, you couldn’t wait, but you had days, weeks, and a couple more months. 

Each day that trudged along, you weren’t sure if you could keep going. You didn’t know how you’d manage this anymore. Life became an endless cycle of defeat after defeat. Where did your upbeat glow go? 

It always did this, your brain. Just when you thought you were making progress, you fell again. Free falling from a cliff, there were no footholds to grasp, no vines, no jutting out edges; just you slipping over an empty ocean. The riptide swallowed you whole. 

Deep down, you knew your life would end one way, or another. You waited, hoping something would occur, so you didn’t have to do it yourself. A failing organ. A drunk driver swerving out of control. A murderer released from prison that snapped once more. 

You hated yourself a little more because you weren’t strong enough. It came so naturally to everyone, why not you? What higher being created you to live like this? What kind of life comes from this; when your brain is so focused on the worst, you forget to find the good?

Days tick by and time turns to dust. The end is always there, but you try to ignore it. Death knocks. Eagerly. Constantly. Rhythmically. Knuckles rapped and you try to ignore it, but like a siren, it calls. 

Some people dub it selfish, but is it really? Is it selfish to give up when your brain shrieks at you; when your brain paints your flaws on full display and crucifies yourself in front of those you love most? Hurt ripples through your soul every day. 

Living with depression is a slow suffocation. You try so hard to light the fire of life, but the spark never catches. The flames forget to light. There is no steel wool. The matches are wet from tears of desperation and misery. 

It takes over everything and destroys whatever is in its path. Frustration leads to screaming matches and tears. People don’t know how to befriend a boulder; a flipped turtle stuck on its back, no matter how hard you try, your stubby legs never find land. 

It’s a slow spreading poison and when reasoning dissolves, what more can you do? Is it selfish to want the thoughts to stop? To want a single night’s rest without tears and worry? 

When you pictured the freckled face you loved so much, you pictured something so much more; a glowing yellow ball of the brightest light. Felix is stubborn, but you didn’t doubt he’d find someone better. More caring and lovable, someone who wasn’t nearly as broken as you. You didn’t know what else to call it. 

Your shell of life broke years ago. It wasn’t until this year that it finally clicked. There would be no happy ending. There would be no hope. No love. No healing. No future. 

The wick in your candle burned out. Wax seeped out and destroyed your surroundings. The room filled with smoke. It suffocated everything in its reach. You destroyed everything you touched. Life was no different. 

And without Felix, it all grew so much worse. You stopped reaching out to your friends a while ago. They tried to check on you, but life went on. It’s not as simple when you’re older. People get busy. Jobs can’t be put on pause. We live in a quick-fire society. 

Felix called and texted. He wasn’t around as much as you wanted him to be. You couldn’t blame him. He had his life, too. It wasn’t his job to fix you, but you wanted it to be. 

Maybe that’s the worst part about letting go. Who cares for those you leave behind? Who sweeps away the self-doubt and negative manifestations in your loved ones? How do you make peace with never seeing their faces again? The pet you spoiled too much, the friends you laughed with for hours, and the family members you vowed to take care of. How do you let go of this life and trust the next is better? 

Doubts circled your head and funneled in your heart. You laid on the bathroom floor with tears slowly rolling down your cheeks. You shut out the light and closed the door. In the fit of darkness, you cycled through everything. 

Once it’s done, it’s done. 

In your grasp, a plastic bottle of pills. The lid remained sealed tight over the bottle. If Felix came home before anyone else found your body, would he forgive you? For the half-opened eyelids and fingers clenched into fists of pain? Would he pray for your weary soul, or would he scream so loud upon finding you, searing the sight of your corpse into his brain, he’d never speak again? 

Suicide always feels like the right answer. You’re asking someone with no motivation to continue dragging themselves through the mud. It’s wet and cold. Your body is numb and yet, it still shivers. Warmth would be a savior, but it never feels like it’s coming. 

Your eyes squeezed shut and you breathed. Inhale and exhale. In for four and out for four. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. 

Your lungs expanded and your heart beat, but this didn’t feel like living. Hell, it didn’t even feel like surviving. It felt like torture more than anything; a soul trapped and bound in a cage. 

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of vibrations beneath you. Pressed between the cold tiles and your back, your phone vibrated. It must have slipped from your back pocket. You sniffled, reached back, and answered it without looking. “Hello?” 

“Hi, baby! I miss you!” On the opposite end of the phone, Felix grinned. “Am I bothering you? I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. I have some free time and I’ve been missing you like crazy.”

With the phone pressed against your ear, your bottom lip quivered. Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to stop the sting of gathering tears. You could picture him so clearly in your head. The glittering eyes and excited smile. If he were here, he’d reach out and touch you, gripping you and never wanting to let go. 

“Hi, Lix.” 

“Are you okay, baby? Your voice sounds funny.” 

“Yeah, you caught me.” A weak laugh escaped your lips. “I’m having a rough moment and really missing you.” 

“Aw, I’m sorry. I miss you, too. I miss you so much, baby. You know I’d hold you if I could. I’m sending you so much love. Can you feel it? Across the states and through the countries. Is it working? Can you feel it now?” 

“Yeah, I-I can feel it.” You sniffled again, clutching the phone tighter. “I really miss you,” you whispered. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you? I don’t know how I’d live without you. Baby, my heart is so entangled in you! I know touring is hard for you. I’d bring you along if I could, babe.” 

“It’s not your fault, Lix. Duty calls when it calls and our lives pull us in two different directions.” 

“I know, but I…” He trailed off, pushing himself upright on his bed. “I’m so grateful you’re with me. Sometimes I worry you’ll leave and find someone closer to you. I worry they’ll be yours forever and it won’t be me.” 

A needle stabbed your heart. Tears silently streamed down your cheeks and soaked the bottom collar of your shirt. “I wouldn’t leave you,” you whispered again. “I can’t. My heart is stitched to yours.” 

“Today, I had the best pastry ever. It was warm and gooey. Straight out of the oven and topped with powdered sugar. When I come back home, I’m going to try and make it for you. It probably won’t be perfect, but I want to try and share the sweetness of it with you.” 

The more he spoke, the more tears leaked from your eyes. You were hurting so badly and Felix didn’t know just how much. Despite being on the other end of the world, he talked to you like he always did; full of so much happiness and laughter. 

“Felix?” 

“Hmm?” 

“I love you.” 

“Ah! You can’t see me, but you’re making me blush! I love you! I love you! I love you!” A loud obnoxious kissing sound came from the speaker. “Pretend I was kissing your lips.” 

“You’re such a goof.” 

“Your goof and I’ll happily take that compliment. Anyway, back to my undying love for you-” 

You didn’t realize it until after the phone call, but you were smiling. The pill bottle left your hand at some point. You shifted and curled away from it, clutching onto the phone as if it were a lifeline. Felix’s voice kept you company for nearly an hour. He didn’t know how close you were to ending it forever. 

When you stood up, you put the pills back into the medicine cabinet. Maybe one day, you’d admit to Felix just how close you were to giving up. Maybe. For now, a flame of hope reappeared. 

It might not last forever, but Felix was counting on you, just as you were counting on him. 

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pairings; maknae line x reader, established relationship. | a/n; sorry that this took so long! the creative juices vanished. but i hope this provides to comfort to anyone who needs it! again, pls be kind to yourself and love yourself, just a bit more today <3 | [ check out hyung line ! ]

⋆ MINGHAO ⏤ hands; minghao fell in love when he saw you peeling tangerines for him. most would call it the bare minimum, but it is another thing to be on the receiving end of it. he takes your hands in his, kissing your knuckles, the back of your hand, your fingertips and your palm. he will never let go of your hands, and he always finds a way to hold them. he shifts the all the grocery bags to one of his hands, so that he could hold yours with the other. his fingers trace the creases and crooks of your hand, memorizing them like a prayer. it doesn't whether your hands are short, long, chubby or skinny. what matters is the love they hold in them.

⋆ MINGYU ⏤ tummy; there's a certain happiness that blooms in his heart when he notices you've gained weight. it's both an affirmation of his culinary skills and his love for you. his large hand lays gently on your bloated stomach, thumb caressing the skin beneath. he sometimes loves to lay on your tummy as well, and lull to sleep to the faint sound of your heart beat. his hands always find your stomach, making a home for it within his hands. he frowns, when you try to hide yourself. he assures with you a kiss to your belly and the next you find a note from him. “oh, muse of the ancient Grecians, what I would do to carve your curves on marble, and in my heart that belongs to you.”

⋆ SEOKMIN ⏤ thighs; his hands are molded to the soft curves of your body. a warm feeling vines from your chest, seeping through out your body when he touches the soft flesh of your thighs. whether it's when he's driving, he's making love to you, it makes you feel loved. a furrow nestles between his brows and his beautiful lips pull down when you express your dislike for them. he listens to you and responds that he finds them beautiful and that he wishes you can see yourself from his eyes. his head lays on your lap, heavy with worries and sorrows. only the soft plush of your thighs can provide him comfort. he nestles on your thighs, content with the solace they can provide him.

⋆ SEUNGKWAN ⏤ freckles; angel-kissed skin, diamonds painted on your skin with colors spilled by the universe. seungkwan's hands ache to touch your skin, and trace the tiny specks littered all over it. the gentlest of his kisses are reserved for your freckles. the brush of his lips, and the tender adoration swirling in his eyes is enough to lift any insecurity. even during cuddles, his hands find purchase on the freckles. a lone finger tracing each and every speck of it. the first time he realised he's in love with you was when he looked up at the night sky. but all he could think of was you, stars littered on the vast canvas of the sky. after all, what's a night sky without stars?

⋆ VERNON ⏤ chest; now, he adores you. he loves you, your mind and your heart. he cannot bear the blame for the fact that your breasts are in front of your heart. and who could blame him anyway? his ear presses into your chest after a long day. the rhythm of your heart serves as a lullaby, making slumber creep upon his bones. his hands are somehow, always, under your shirt. they fondle, squeeze and trace your breasts. vernon doesn't care whether your breasts are big or small. he simply loves them. after all, they make home for him in all ways he thinks he doesn't deserve. but you know better, he has a home inside your heart, anyway.

⋆ CHAN ⏤ height; his heart skips a beat every time he has to look up to meet your eyes. he leans his head on your shoulders, content with how easily your bodies fit together. your hand around his shoulders gives him all the comfort he ever needs. you don't have to voice out your insecurities for chan to hear them. he sees it in the ways you make yourself smaller, a bit more “acceptable.” that's why he always makes sure to let you know that he loves you just the way you are. you don't need to take up smaller space when you deserve all the big things. you don't have to fit in any beauty standards. you fit in his hands and in the nooks and crooks of his heart. that's all that matters.

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summer recap/favourite fics/fic recommendations for the first half of 2024

Professor Rapline by @joonsmagicshop

♡ professors! joon, hobi and yoongs x f!reader, professor x student relationship, the rapline takes turns on reader, namjoon centric, smut smut smut

backtrack by @mapofthesea

♡ producers!jimin and yoongs x assistant!reader, studio sex, situationship, reader gets absolutely railed and it's accidentally recorded

Masked miracles by @remedyx + Shadows we trust by remedyx + Boyfriend for hire by remedyx + Trouvaille by @spookyserenades

♡ these series' were already mentioned in my previous recommendations list, but i cannot stress this enough - go read them, they're absolutely amazing!! i will literally never shut up about these and i'll put them on every fic rec list i make until the end of time :D

Golden boy by @kpopfanfictrash

♡ pornstar!jin x f!reader, neighbours au, it's very sweet and funny, absolutely amazing smut

fast lane by @yminie

♡ racer!jin x pitcrew!reader, slowburn but so fucking worth it, kookie gets hurt but it's for character development, e2l/annoyances 2l, smut

midnight by @miniminimermaid

♡ yoongi struggling with burnout and reader helps relax him, soft sex, body worship

Sugar rush ride by @lo1k-diamonds

♡ producer! yoongs x producer!reader, coworkers au, reader is bratty and yoongi is a little shit, mutual pining, smut

A new rhythm by @sluttywoozi

♡ producers! yoongs and jihoon x yoongi's gf!reader, virgin!jihoon, soft sex, they help woozi lose his v-card, allusions to possible poly

three tangerines by @kithtaehyung

♡ brother's best friend!yoongs x f!reader, fuckboy!yoongi, reader asks him for help in the bedroom and gets everything and more, some angst

The early shift by @hobidreams

♡ barista!yoongs x barista!reader, coworkers au, e2l, angsty but gets sweet, yoongi is struggling and reader tries to help, smutty smut smut

love roulette by @whatifyoulivelikethat

♡ producer!yoongs x jin's bff!reader, a bet gone... right??, slowburn, humour and fluff, they help each other, smut, reader has a noona kink and nobody lets her breathe

noise complaints by @jkstompers

♡ producer!yoongs x bassist!reader, neighbours au, reader is in a rock band, smut

strike a chord by @snackhobi

♡ pianist!yoongs x f!reader, reader gets stood up and instead listens to bar musician yoongi, slowburn, smut

Illicit favours by @yoongiofmine

♡ producer!yoongi x writer!reader, bff2l, virgin reader needs help with writing sex scenes, shenanigans ensue, mutual pining, idiots in love

Tricks of the trade by @stutterfly

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Performance evaluation by @kookscrescent

♡ fuckboy!yoongs x f!reader, college au, one night stand?? au, reader asks yoongi to tell her whether she's bad in bed, yoongi is a little shit but what's new

Bad idea... right? by @joonsmagicshop

♡ college party au, e2l, sexual tension, tae is a little bit of a douche but hobi makes it all better, smut

a word from our sponsors by @ugh-yoongi

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porn director drabble by @badbtssmut

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Risk management by @chateautae

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petty by @hamsterclaw

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Redamancy by @gimmethatagustd

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Like a river by gimmethatagustd

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The love witch by gimmethatagustd

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(actually you should go read everything jai has put out, she's incredibly talented and i love like every fic she's ever published)

My library | ATEEZ fic recs

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Cater Diamond: Woke Up Lookin’ Like This

The way that goofy diamond mascot follows Cater into his various outfits 💀

dbsjgejeje Can’t believe he’s being an beauty guru/influencer showing off makeup products and shooting a GRWM vid in his groovy… OTL

Rise and Shine!

Looking like you have it together is far different than actually having it together.

Some days—like today—Cater had trouble getting himself out of bed. He always did in the end, but with great effort, like lugging a sack of potatoes to the washroom. A splash of ice-cold water often did the trick, rousing him awake and adding a faint flush or pink to his face.

But color is a flaw. Imperfect. No pure diamond has splotches of another color tainting it.

He’d paint over his half-dead canvas with cleanser, toner, serum, and moisturizer. Skincare was less routine and more ritual for him. A special magic charm, complete with an incantation muttered to himself.

Smile already. You’re never fully dressed without it.

By the time he patted himself dry, his face managed to settle into its usual arrangement. The upward curve of his lips, a friendly sparkle set in his eyes, tangerine waves pushed back by a headband to show off the mask he wore. This was “himself”—the thinnest sliver of Cater he showed the world.

He plopped down on at the foot his bed. His phone was mounted on a tripod, and just out of camerashot were various pieces of equipment. Extra lights, reflectors—tricks to flatter him. To distract, deceive. Even the placement of the plushies on his bed had been arranged for maximum visual appeal in the eye of the camera.

Aaand… action.

The recording started.

Cater flashed a huge grin and waved to his phone. “Gooood morning, Magicam fam! How’re you doing today?”

His spectators were, of course, no one. Not now, at least. He’d have to edit this footage later, tweak and fine tune it to achieve perfection before releasing it to the public. Then he would lap up that sweet, addictive validation.

And so he donned that mask once more, playing to his imaginary audience.

“Hahah, you guys are so silly.” He playfully tossed a few of his locks. “Did you think Cay-kun woke up like this? It takes effort to look this good!”

Cater winked, pointing at his imagined audience members. “You can do it too! I’ll walk you through my base makeup routine 🎵”

He held up a slim grey tube, his palm acting as its backstop to keep the camera focused on it. Other products were neatly lined up before him like a procession of card soldiers.

“Lately, I’ve been really gravitating to this beand new UV primer! Have you heard of it? It literally just came out this month. I got my hands on it as soon as I could and I’ve been wearing it every day since!”

Cater rattled off the benefits and uses of the primer: UV protection, dewy—not greasy (this difference was important) finish, great coverage, evening skin tone. “You can put powder on top or dab it on with a tissue over a full face of makeup and it still looks good! This is sure to go viral ⭐️”

He was in the middle of a demonstration when the knocking came. Cater startled, smearing a blob of product across one cheek.

“Aaah, shoot…!”

He scrambled for his phone, cutting off the recording. Then Cater shot up, rushing to his door while rubbing the primer into his skin.

"Coming...! Wait just a sec!" he called.

An aside, to consult his reflection in the mirror and ensure that every last bit of product had been pressed in. His skin was left supple and glowing, giving the impression of a guy that hadn't spent the last hour before drifting off doomscrolling and commenting on shallow posts. A guy that had it all together.

Cater slicked back a stray strand of hair and braced himself for his next act. The door swung open, revealing you and your school bag.

“Mornin’~! You’re up bright and early!” he chirped, casually leaning against the doorframe. “Wasn’t expecting you to be over so soon.”

“Oh—well, I wanted to see if I could catch you without your full face on.” You squinted at him. “Wow, did you really wake up looking like this?"

Cater gave a laugh that was light and effortless. "What do you think?" he asked teasingly. An expert dodging of the question--not the truth, but not quite a lie either.

You bit your lower lip, considering it. "Come on. Nobody's that perfect. Even Vil-senpai has to work hard to be the way he is."

You took a step toward him, and he backed up. One foot rested on that line dividing his room from the rest of Heartslabyul. You teetered there, as if on a tightrope. One more step, and you'd breach into his territory--his room, his most intimate place.

"... What's your secret?"

My secret?

He had many. Too many. They writhed like worms inside of him, those ugly pieces that shrank from the sunshine.

Cater turned away, plucking up another tube of product. He squeezed a dollop onto his index finger. "What's the fun in giving it away? I think..."

His arm shot out, poking you in the chin.

"... It's more fun to give chase! If you spot a white rabbit hopping around, you'd be curious about where it's going, right?"

Your reached for where he had marked you. Your fingers came away moist with a thick cream. With a sigh, you rubbed at it, the cream vanishing into your skin.

"You're impossible."

Cater smiled--perhaps for the first real time since he had woken up. "That's one impossibility! Come up with five more before breakfast and maybe I'll be nice enough to give you a hint~"

[pretty-little-mind33]

Tangerine x fiancé!fem!reader

Summary: On a mission, your worst nightmare happens.

Genre: angst, no happy ending I'm sorry :(

Warnings: character death, blood set in canon, established relationship

~ this is basically just a re-writing of what happens in the movie… I was listening to The Prophecy by T.S when writing this is... ~

TANGERINE MASTERLIST

You had been foolish to assume the worst pain you ever experienced was being shot in the stomach. Sure, you had been in pain for weeks after that, but you'd take that bullet wound over the pain that currently cuts into your chest. 

You've been trying to return to where you'd last seen them for what feels like hours now. The bullet train had been eerily silent on your end and you had this sudden gut-instinct that you had to find the boys because something had gone horribly wrong. 

Entering another train compartment, you gasp. The moment you see the man with the bucket hat, you spin around and hide behind the door as you unlock your gun. You hold it behind you as you peek through the glass of the door. You frown when you see someone familiar behind him. 

Lemon's shirt is drenched in blood but he looks unharmed. "Lemon?" You croak out, tucking your gun away as you walk out. Suddenly, everyone's attention turns to you and you feel uneasy.

Bucket hat mimics your frown and the other two men look concerned, "Shit, is this?" The blond man starts to ask Lemon.

"Yeah." Lemon interrupts and he sounds exhausted. You stand still, feeling the tension in the air. You look at Lemon for reassurance when he walks closer but your heart sinks when you see the pendant around his neck.

"Where's Tangerine?" You ask quickly. 

Lemon doesn't answer.

"Lemon," you warn, lifting your palm up at him. You squint. Lemon's eyes jump solemnly to the simple, yet pretty, diamond ring you have on your ring finger and you feel nauseous. "Lemon, where is he?" you ask in a hurried whisper, conscious of everyone's eyes on you. 

"Hey," Lemon starts. You realize his own cheeks are damp with tears and when he reaches you, he just hugs you, "It's okay."

You shake your head furiously, refusing to hug him, "No," you croak, feeling that familiar horrible pit form in your stomach. You knew the moment you saw Lemon something had happened, but this? No. "No, please," you whimper and you start to feel shaky.

"Come 'ere" Lemon holds you into him but you resist and start to punch his chest.

"I want to see him! Lemon! Let me see him!" you feel crazy now as you hit him. It's not enough to hurt him so you do the best thing you can think of and slap him across the cheek. The sound resonates around the train car and you fall silent. When you see Lemon hasn't even reacted to your hit, you just feel hopeless.

"Lemon, please," you hiccup. "I- I just want to see him."

"No, you don't," he insists. You stare him down.

"Man, maybe you should just let her—" Bucket hat starts but Lemon instantly snaps at him;

"You, shut the fuck up and mind your own fucking business," he snarls but when he looks at you again, a look in his eyes shifts and he takes your hand. You let him lead you down a few train cars in silence as you try and prepare yourself for what you might see. 

Nothing could have prepared you for what you do see.

From a distance, it looks like he's asleep. Your mind tricks you into thinking he is until you move a little closer and then your heart shatters. You pause, hand clenching around Lemon's as you look at him with teary eyes.

"T-tell me this isn't real," you whisper and the look in his eyes tells you the exact opposite.

Lemon holds your hand all the way to Tangerine and at first you can’t move as you look at him. His face is littered in cuts and bruises that hadn't been there when you saw him last and his usually clean, neat, suit looks disheveled and is stained in blood. His blood.

He looks peaceful. His eyes are shut and his head is leaning onto one side. A nasty wound is visible on his throat and you croak out a sob as you cover your mouth and fall to your knees in front of him.

You choke out cries behind your hand and shake your head. You don't dare reach out and touch him—you don't know if you can handle this to be the last memory you have of touching him. Not when you have so many good ones. You squeeze your eyes shut remembering your last interaction;

Tangerine had let his hand slide down your cheek. "You be careful as well, my love," he had said. He'd never been this affectionate in public so his kind touch is a surprise. You catch his hand and press it to your cheek as you kiss his calloused palm.

"I will," you promised.

Tangerine kissed your forehead and when he pulled away, he looked at you like you're his entire world. His lips had moved downwards to kiss yours and the memory breaks you. 

You bend forward, choking on your cries. Lemon stands behind you, watching helplessly as you scream in pain. He doesn't move. No matter how loud you are he doesn't move. When you look at Tangerine's body again, you move closer. Your hands are shaking.

You reach out and this time you cup his cheeks delicately in your hands. Fuck this. They feel cold against your skin and you bite your lip so hard it bleeds. The blood that trickles down your chin, sprinkles onto Tangerine's shirt. 

You tilt your head, grimacing as you cry. You push some of his damp curls away from his eyes, wishing his eyes would open. With shaky lips, you press a kiss to his forehead. "I love you," you mumble into his skin, wishing you'd said it to him one last time when he could hear it.

"He knew," Lemon interrupts. He kneels down next to you and touches your shoulder, his hands are also shaking. "I know I'm not him, but I'm here for you. I love my brother and I know he loved you more than himself, he'd want me to look after you."

Your hand, now covered in Tangerine's blood, falls from his cheek and the pain in your heart only worsens. You turn and hug your arms around Lemon's neck. "Thank you," you cry, finally accepting his comfort. Words seem impossible. 

Lemon holds you close and you start to feel less alone. Your cheek hits the coldness of Tangerine's pendant and you pull away.

"Where did you find this?" you ask, touching the pendant.

"It was on me." Lemon says solemnly and then he takes it off and tries to hand it over, "Here, he would want you to have it."

You shake your head. "No, he'd want you to have it. He must have given it to you before he —" you can't finish the sentence. "It's yours, please. I have this," you lift your hand and look at the ring Tangerine had given you. A simple, yet beautiful engagement ring for the wedding you'll never have. The wedding you'd convinced him it was safe to have. Tears spill again and you let your head drop onto Lemon's chest. You don't even know what to say anymore. 

Lemon holds your head, looking over your shoulder at his brother. He feels angry at Tangerine. Angry for leaving him alone so soon, for leaving you alone, angry at him for dying—Lemon shuts his eyes, focusing on anything but the pain because he feels like his heart will explode. 

Your breathing becomes heavier, the feeling of your loves blood on your hands feels wrong. Lemon knows you must be exhausted. He stands and tries to make you stand as well. You don't move. You shake your head, turning back to Tangerine.

It still looks like he's just sleeping.

You look up at Lemon again and whisper, your voice hoarse from crying. "I want to stay with him."

Lemon frowns, "Are you sure? It's not—

"I'm sure, Lemon," you just say and reach out, your fingers stroking Tangerine's hair. "I'm staying with him."

Lemon sees the determination in your eyes and he just nods. He turns, leaving you alone with Tangerine. Once he's gone, you turn your attention to Tangerine and you hold his cheek again. His wound has stopped bleeding. He's lost too much blood. You press your hand on the wound, knowing deep down it's not doing anything but you can't help yourself. You lean in and kiss his temple. 

"Rest, my love," you whisper, your forehead pressing against his and another tear falls. "You can rest now."  

[bbyblumarine]

TANGERINE HAS A CRUSH

Summary: Tangerine engages in a game of cat and mouse with you. fem!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Tangerine first saw you when he made a stop at the first pub he came across after a mission. He was grumpy, sulking so petulantly because he lost a bet with Lemon; now all rounds were on him for the rest of the evening.

It was after he called it in, when he turned around from the bar to return to Lemon, two pints in hand, that’s when he caught you. You were tucked away in the corner, a solitary glass of Merlot standing proudly on the table next to a notebook that you scrawled in hurriedly.

What was it about you?

The clientele of the pub seemed like seedy individuals up to no good, where the likes of Tangerine and Lemon could easily blend in with their attitude, and where you stuck out like a sore thumb. No, a lady like you deserved to be sitting in luxury bars, sipping on hundred pound cocktails and sporting a big diamond rock adorning the hand that you write with…

Tangerine shook his head, dazed, and made his way back to Lemon. He was getting carried away there.

Despite that, the rest of the evening he couldn’t resist coyly sneaking discreet glances at you, walking with exaggerated swagger whenever he’d walk past you to the toilets, all in sordid attempts of desperation: look at me, look at me!

Not once did you ever look up. What more could he do?

As the evening drew on, Tangerine seemed eager to keep to his bet and order more and more drinks.

“Right, it has to be said, lad. I’ve never seen you buzzing like this to splash out on drinks for me. What’s all this about?” Lemon interrogated in hushed tones, raising an eyebrow at his brother’s unusually scattered demeanour. Tangerine simply shrugged, his eyes pinned down at the table as he sipped what felt like his hundredth beer of the night.

“Can’t believe you’re here complaining that I’m buying you drinks. Such a tosser,” he exclaimed in exaggerated exasperation, to which Lemon tutted at.

In the corner of his eye, he could see you finally standing up, sliding your notebook into your handbag. As you passed the barmaid, you trilled your goodbyes like a songbird, and only when you’d opened the door to step outside, that’s when your eyes finally found themselves drawn to his.

For a split second, you were both drowning in each other, intrigue dancing with apprehension, and yet advancing anyway. You will always remember shuddering in that moment, because you’d never felt someone see you in such a way, so plainly and so raw. As quick as you were to look at him, you were out the door— gone.

Tangerine knew he had a few screws loose, knew that he was born with his head glued on the wrong way. Somehow, he felt that maybe all that was for a reason, and maybe he wasn’t wrong - just misunderstood.

And so he found himself at that very same pub the next day, except this time on his own.

The pub was more crowded today, punters pooling together for tonight’s football match. Amongst all the rowdy men and scrawny teenagers, there you sat in the same exact place, on your lonesome table that no one dared to intrude, as if you had staked a claim, and maybe you had.

Tangerine wanted to know more, so much more, and yet for the first time in his life he felt shy. Big scary man like him, with hands shaking like a leaf at the idea of approaching you.

He decided to bide his time, let the universe guide him to the right path.

How the fuck have I turned into some nutjob hippie, he thought to himself, perplexed at his changing nature.

That night, there was a lady of the night standing loud and proud by the bar, lamenting her tales to all the eagle eyed men. She let slip that sometimes childcare was hard to come by, so sometimes when she’d invite her conquests round, she’d shut her children in the bathroom with blaring music until everything was over. Tangerine was scandalised, his eyes slitted in contempt, and yet all the men nearby chortled like it was the funniest thing they’d heard all evening. Was he crazy, for thinking this was so wrong? It was only when he glanced over at you, that he saw the same flagrant disgust on your face, scowling as you put your pen down. Tangerine was glad that he wasn’t alone in his thoughts, that there really was someone who shared the same sentiments.

He was even more curious when it came round to the next day, and rumours were being whispered throughout the pub that that very same lady had received a call from the child protection services, and her children swiftly taken into care. All the men had their hands up, swearing they’d never tell a soul.

Course it ain’t any of those no pot to piss in pricks, Tangerine thought. No, he knew who it was, and sure as day when he looked over to your spot, there you were with your lips tilted into a faint smile, writing away.

A woman of morality, a woman of empathy, a woman of sensibility. The more pieces Tangerine gathered about you, the more his heart ached. He could slap himself, fawning like a schoolboy and not even being able to stand up and just ask you out.

Each night that Tangerine would stop by, he’d linger to see if anything would transpire between you two. You hadn’t given him another glance since that first night, which stung his ego to the largest degree. Maybe you were aloof by nature, a person with no interest in human contact, but Tangerine knew he wasn’t mistaken: he felt something clawing from inside him when his eyes met yours, and nothing could convince him that you didn’t feel the same.

Lemon had started hassling him about his nightly disappearances.

“We’ve been in this together since nappies, you’re my flesh and blood - so why is that you’re now keeping shit from me?” He finally cornered Tangerine one morning, venomous concern dripping from his tongue. It scared him, not knowing what was going on in his brother’s mind, in his brother’s world. They’d never kept secrets from each other, couldn’t see how they could considering they were both living their biggest secrets together. How bad could it be where Tangerine had been traipsing to that he couldn’t even tell his own brother?

The truth is, Tangerine felt embarrassed; he knew how much of a creep he was coming across as, and he couldn’t dream of admitting to his brother that he didn’t have the balls to go ask a girl out, instead watching her nightly from the other side of a dingy pub. Lemon would call him a pathetic arsehole, and frankly, he’d be right.

Tangerine looked his brother in the eyes with as much sincerity that he could muster as he responded.

“Please, just trust me with this. I need to do this alone.”

The tender, irresolute sadness in his voice, the type that he always kept concealed by nature, pierced Lemon’s heart. Never had he seen Tangerine in this way, so hesitant and unsure and insecure, so he did what any good brother would do: he trusted him, and backed off.

This evening, Tangerine knew it was time to bite the metaphorical bullet in the shape of one stubborn woman. Standing outside the pub door, he adjusted the watch on his hand, shielding his anxious tics from any prying eyes. Today, he was Tangerine— cool, collected, strong and assertive. Today, he was going to be your man.

Rounding his shoulders, he barged the door open with the force of a brute, its hinges squeaking from his provocative strength. His shoulders instantly dropped, though, when he looked to your table and was faced with an empty chair. His stomach dropped as frenzied thoughts consumed him: Were you safe? Had someone harmed you? Were you… creeped out?

As if in response to his internal train of consciousness, he heard someone clearing their throat softly from behind him.

And there you were, sitting in his usual seat, with your glass of Merlot on the table. You raised a glass up to him, the beer that Tangerine usually orders, a knowing smile on your face. You weren’t taunting him though, you were jesting, poking the bear with no fear because you could see he was harmless underneath all the chaos and strangeness.

With steady but cautious steps, Tangerine advanced forwards, pulling the seat out and sitting opposite you. You pushed his drink forwards and kept smiling.

He’d never seen you smile so genuinely that it reached your eyes; you were beautiful.

“You,” you began, pointing a finger up at Tangerine accusingly, “have been following me.”

Tangerine chuckled, dropping his head and shaking it softly before returning his eyes back up to you. There was a brief pause for a moment, where you saw him, and he saw you, and it was somehow only the two of you in this world of 7 billion people. What was this feeling? Tangerine didn’t know of it, had never felt his heart swell so immensely. He’d noticed your hands, tremoring despite your headstrong attitude. Were you as nervous as him?

“Well I think that you,” Tangerine replied, leaning closer to you, testing you, “liked it.” He smirked cheekily, regaining his usual bravado.

You eyed your wine, swirling it in circles, and then you looked back to Tangerine’s crystal gaze.

“Yeah, yeah I reckon I did,” you confessed bashfully, twinkling like the cascade of a burning meteor shower, crashing into Tangerine’s world with permanence.

Sitting there, drinks in hand, eyes locked on each other and breathing in each other’s wonder, you both thought the same thing: God, aren’t I glad I ever stepped foot in this pub.

[seaglasswrites]

Shades of

Red

Crimson, Carmine, Blood, Apple, Pomegranate, Cardinal, Poppy, Rose, Ruby, Scarlet, Maroon, Wine, Garnet, Brick, Cherry, Cranberry, Strawberry, Spinel

Orange

Carrot, Tangerine, Topaz, Amber, Apricot, Pumpkin, Ginger, Rust, Flame, Persimmon, Sunset, Lava, Autumn, Maple, Mango, Bronze, Copper

Yellow

Gold, Lemon, Canary, Honey, Squash, Saffron, Citrine, Flax, Corn, Sunflower, Mustard, Daffodil, Sunny, Pineapple, Marigold, Topaz, Sandstone, Summer

Green

Leaf, Emerald, Grass, Jade, Clover, Fern, Lime, Apple, Juniper, Spring, Mint, Pistachio, Pickle, Chartreuse, Sage, Olive, Shamrock, Sea, Pear, Pine, Forest, Hunter, Tea, Malachite

Blue

Sky, Midnight, Sapphire, Cobalt, Azure, Cerulean, Cyan, Turquoise, Electric, Navy, Royal, Robin’s Egg, Cornflower, Lapis, Arctic, Blueberry, Peacock, Ocean, River, Aquamarine, Diamond, Moonstone

Purple

Amethyst, Lavender, Eggplant, Royal, Plum, Lilac, Hyacinth, Grape, Hydrangea, Violet, Indigo, Orchid, Yam, Ube, Iris, Mulberry, Mauve, Heather, Midnight, Wisteria, Tyrian, Charoite

Pink

Bubblegum, Flamingo, Hot, Cherry Blossom, Coral, Magenta, Rose, Fuchsia, Salmon, Raspberry, Candy, Peach, Spinel, Rose Quartz, Peony, Azalea, Orchid, Pitaya, Himalayan

[virgolixx]

Head cannon:

:what these one piece men do/react to you being mad at them:

Sanji, Zoro, luffy, Ace,

Theme: Fluff💕

⚠️Warnings: clingy sad boys, overall happy ending

(Authors note: Hello to those who have left requests I apologize that I am taking so long to get them out, I lowkey abandoned this account for some time, hopefully I can get those request out soon as I can, for now enjoy this head canon.)

(Also sorry if there are grammar/spelling mistakes)

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Sanji

Reason to why you’re mad:Sanji was giving women heart-eyes that were only now looking at him due to the straw hats saving the islanders danger.

You’ve been ignoring Sanji the entire day this man is literally devastated/crying and sweating.

Once knowing why you are mad this man is begging on his knees for you to forgive him

Sanji would cook you your favorite meals and snacks in hopes it would be a nudge to get you to speak with him again and let him give you all his love, but being salty and still mad you would scream for luffy and give him the meal Sanji made. Sanji would be on his knees in tears and then trying to fight luffy.

Once night hit, Sanji gave an entire speech to you as to how sorry he was while you were getting ready for bed, until you told him “don’t wait for me I’m sleeping at Robins and Nami’s room tonight”. You were enjoying a girls night sleep over, while Sanji was tossing and turning in bed hugging your scented pillow, until he just couldn’t bare it anymore and stormed over to the girls room.

Barging into the room Sanji throws him self to the floor crying as how he misses you with him, and that he only wants you and those other women where nobody’s to him. The room was silent for a minute until Sanji heard footsteps coming closer and feeling someone pulling him up.

You wave good night to the girls and lead Sanji to your shared room, quiet. Once in the room you hug Sanji and finally let him know your emotions, “Please Sanji only me…no flirting with other women”. 

Sanji lefts your chin and gives you a sweet loving kiss and tells you, “I promise my love, you are in my future I want”.

Picking you up bride style he walks you both over to the bed and lays you down in a position where you are slightly on top of him and cuddled you till falling asleep.

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Zoro

Reason to why you’re mad: You and Zoro had an argument about how clingy you were at times, he was always with you why couldn’t he just have workout time as his alone time. While you just wanted to support him in his hard work to reaching his goal, to bring him snacks and water to stay hydrated.

It’s be 3 days since the fight, and you’ve distanced yourself from Zoro, no more morning or good night kisses, you haven’t snuggled up against him let alone joined him with afternoon naps, and of course you haven’t joined zoro as his personal cheerleader during his workout sessions.

Zoro is feeling grumpy and misses you desperately but with his tough macho ego he did not budge till the third day when he awoke from his daily nap under the tangerine tree, he didn’t feel the the warm weight of you on his lap where you usually are. Instead he hears your voice coming from the kitchen chatting away with Sanji.

Standing up Zoro goes over to you in the kitchen and looks at you from the door gram with his arms crossed, feeling his heart twist with how pretty your smile looked he walked over to you and picked you up and placed you over his shoulder.

Walking away Zoro heard Sanji yell, “Hey Moss head We were talking, and you don’t pick up a lady like that”! “Yeah, yeah what ever shitty cook”, zoro spoke.

Back under the tree Zoro sits down as he places you on his lap you facing him, one hand on your hip while the other grabs hold of you hand playing with your fingers. Absently looking to the side.

“Zoro”, you speak out as you place a hand on his cheek to get him to look at you, “you okay”?

“3 days”, he spoke. “What”, you ask confused? “You haven’t been joining me these past 3 days…..and”, sighing deeply. “I don’t like it at all”.

“I was just trying to give you your space zoro”, you spoke softly with slight hurt as you were still sad from the argument. Pulling you in zoro hugged you semi tightly with his face in the crook of your neck taking in your scent. “Don’t, not to this extent anymore, I miss you…..miss the kisses, our naps, and my personal cheerleader”.

Pushing zoro’s shoulder slighty back, you kiss his cheeks and then on the lips, “what do you say should we take a nap”, you say. Smiling softly Zoro approves and positions you into a more comfy position. “Yeah, I’ll finally have a good nap with you here”, zoro spoke as he dozed off.

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Luffy

Reason to why you’re mad: You argued at how reckless he is, and always getting seriously injured, and he’s always just brushes it off with a laugh.

Luffy got badly injured during his last fight and was out cold for 2 days, of course you were by his side, and of course luffy laughs off the situation.

I know for a fact this boy would never know why exactly your mad of, until either Sanji or robin tell him.

He gets serious and understands the situation, he gets it you’re just afraid one day you could lose him to an extremely powerful foe.

Luffy is following you around the thousand sunny trying to get you to talk to him he’s even offering you a plate of meat his favorite food, but nothing you continue to do your duties on the ship.

Sulking and pouting he sits on the deck cross-legged, till he sees you walk out and finally enjoy your break, Luffy yells your name and uses his gum-gum powers to pull you to him and settle you on his lap.

His arms completely wrapped around your torso you have no chance of escape, as he finally told you, “you know you’ll never lose me right, I’ll continue to get stronger to keep you save”.

Finally relaxing in his hold you look at him with tears in your eyes and a smile, “Just don’t scare me like that anymore, I can’t stand seeing you hurt”.

Laughing brightly as you kiss luffy all over his face he hugs you tightly and softly says, “I won’t ever my queen, I promise”. Luffy then kisses your temple and finally on your lips.

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Ace

Reason to why you’re mad: Ace was gone for a month longer than expected on a separate mission White beard sent him on, that’s 2 whole months and when he came back boy was still so busy with errands around the ship. Feeling a bit sad/salty you leave the grand dinner party for ace’s return early.

Once returning to the Moby dick ace spread his arms open wide for you as you ran to him for a big embrace. Once engulfing you in a hug ace spins around laughing as you giggle and cover his face with kisses. Once putting you down you tell ace, “you’re finally back I’ve missed you so much”. “Ive missed you so much as well my love”, ace told you as he cupped your face leaning down for a kiss.

Sighing you tell ace to not leave your side anymore and wanting to spend the afternoon cuddling and later get some food, sighing deeply ace tells you, “I wish I could love but I still have to talk with pops and complete some errands on the ship”. “No can’t you do them tomorrow please ace”, you told him softly.

Once again ace tells you, “Sorry love I can’t but in a few hours I’ll be yours alright”. Ace then kisses you and walks away to talk with pops.

Throughout the entire afternoon you watched with longing as ace was talking with other crew members and completing his work until it was finally dinner time. You sat beside ace with your plate of food trying to talk with him but kept getting interrupted with the others talking with ace.

After a while you grew tired and a tad bit petty how ace still didn’t chat with you and only with the other members, you decided to leave and go to your and ace’s room. Not even 10 minutes later ace tried to place his hand on where your thigh should be but just felt the hard bench. Looking over he fully noticed you were gone but your plate still practically full.

“Excuse me” Ace spoke as he stood up with his and your plate, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow”. Reaching your shared room ace switched on the lights of the room and places the plates of food on the desk, walking over to you ace plops him self over you self grumbling a sorry and that he was now finally yours for the rest of the night n has brought your plate.

As you looked over at ace still a bit mad you quickly get soft as ace is giving you puppy dog eyes and pursing his lips for kisses, with a sigh you cup ace’s face and kiss him.

After the kisses ace gets up and walks over to the plates of food, he hands you your plate and sits beside you. You both continue eating and chatting away to soon cuddling the night away.

[applepiealopecoid]

colors in writing

black — black, shadow, jet black, ebony, crow, charcoal, coal, oil, raven, ink, onyx, soot, pitch black, obsidian, midnight

brown — brown, mocha, peanut, coffee, dirt, cedar, cinnamon, chocolate, brunette, pecan, wood, fudge, grizzly bear

red — red, blood, wine, cherry, apple, brick, crimson, ruby, scarlet, strawberry, maroon, rose

orange — orange, tangerine, fire, tiger, carrot, apricot, marmalade, citrus, pumpkin, basketball orange, ginger, deep saffron

yellow — yellow, blonde, blond, pineapple, butter, lemon, mustard, banana, corn, honey, gold

green — green, sage, lime, chartreuse, grass, fern, leaf or leafy, basil, pear, clover, green apple,

blue — blue, cobalt, sky, lapis, blueberry, azure, diamond, navy, royal blue, denim, cornflower blue, lobelia blue, river, ocean, lake, pool blue, sonic

indigo —indigo, deep indigo, royal indigo,

purple — amethyst, lilac, periwinkle, orchid, grape, hyacinth

violet — violet, french violet, pure violet

pink — pink, rose, salmon, fuschia, hot pink, bubblegum pink, cotton candy pink

white — white, feather, paper, bone, snow, pearl, eggshell, cloud, dove

[rastronomicals]

5:38 PM EST December 29, 2023:

Tangerine Dream - "Diamond Diary (12 Inch Single)" From the Soundtrack album Thief Special Edition (March 1981)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

After which, I get off the boat.