#and energy and she’s got such a big personality and she’s blunt and she’s not afraid to speak her mind

[mr-rainmaker]

I really am the luckiest person in the world

[danibeanie]

Astro notes :P

hi these are just my personal observations! :)

-I noticed that virgo placements are more inclined to smoke weed and I think it's because they're always anxious, so they need something to chillax them.🥲

-virgo placements are natural helpers their analytical energy is sometimes positive in this sense.

-if anyone's mars falls into your 12th house be WARY of these people because they're more likely to project their anger onto you. (12th house is hidden enemies & mars is anger, coming from personal experience)

-Im obsessed with scorpio risings (coming from a taurus rising) They're the realest people I've ever met and every single one of them has gone through their trials and tribulations, but they always come out on top in the end :,)

-ALSO their eyes tell a story like very deeeeep

-gemini placements are always willing to learn anything whenever and wherever! which is why they become bored easily, they're always intrigued which is something I love about us.

-this is so stereotypical but capricorns are really workaholics like it's okay to take a break y'all lmao.

-another observation is that any authority figure that I've had has a capricorn placement, wether that be moon, sun, or mars. they naturally have that discipline and ambition which is noticed.

-If someone has a case of rbf (resting b**** face) they more than likely have an aries placement in their big three OR chart ruler. my bestie has a aries stellium and people always thinks she's mad, but she's literally chillin.

-taurus energy is hard to go unnoticed ESPECIALLY in the big three. You can have the most extroverted sign or stellium, but you'll always feel that earthy, rooted, in nature presence somewhere.

-also if you see someone with a prominent style or just a great fashion sense , more than likely they got prominent taurus in their chart. *taurus is ruled by venus after all!*

-cancer moons are very affected by outside energies which is why they're so emotional and sensitive. the crab is very representative of their outside demeanor=guarded which unintentionally makes them perceived as mystical. (in reality we just don't wanna get hurt LMAO)

-one thing about cancer moons is that if you f with them be ready to be left in the cold forever. these people give you their all and if you take that for granted they'll act as if they never knew you.

-leos confidence doesn't have to be loud it's just there... like you can feel it and that's what makes them stand out. they know they the shi LOL

-libra woman really have that hourglass figure like it can be venus, moon, or mars, or sun. The funny thing is that libras image is the balanced scales which makes sense. they don't even have to have a hourglass fig they just naturally have a pretty figure, glamour vibes.

-sag moons are a breath of fresh air like you just wanna have fun and travel. very easy going energy

-sag venus men are SO into anyone they really don't have a type, more into exotic people or someone unique or different than their culture.

-aqua moons are so interesting to me because they come off as disinterested or very vague? lmao I don't know how to explain it but most of the aqua moons I've encountered have a neptune conjunction which is prob why I can't read them. 😭

-I do believe that aqua moons are deep in thought tho.(very interesting people)

pisces placements are on par with gemini placements when it comes to adapting to energies and environments. they're both mutuable signs but with pisces they're elusive and sort of passive meanwhile gemini elusiveness is more outward/blunt because of the mercury influence.

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

HII

Can you please do hashira with s/o who defends them when someone speaks ill about them?

(HEYYYY ANON!! This took longer to make than expected but I hope ya enjoy this and have a wonderful day!!)

The Hashira’s S/O Defending them

(Characters Included- All the Hashira)

(Warning: Just fluff and a little swearing)

🦋Shinobu Kocho🦋

- She finds it really endearing that you defend her. Even though she tells you multiple times that she can fend for herself, she still finds it adorable that you care that much.

- She will definitely tease you a little afterwards, saying stuff like “Thanks for saving me, my knight and shining armor.” (and will giggle her ass off)

🐍Iguro Obanai🐍

- Usually ignores rude people, very rarely will he confront them. So when the both of you were making your way downtown, walkin’ fast, faces passed, and spending time together. You suddenly encountered a person being downright rude. Saying stuff like he needs to take off the mask or else. It took him by surprise when you got in front of him and started yelling at them.

- He quietly thanks you and takes you out to some food to help clear your head. Plus he wants to treat you as a way to express his gratitude.

🍡Mitsuri Kanroji🍡

- It’s not often that someone has a problem with Mitsuri, since she’s always kind, caring, and just a lovable person in general. Although one day someone had an issue with how bubbly she was. They were also nit-picking every single thing she was doing very loudly to one of their friends. Then finally you had enough and told them off.

- Mitsuri stood there in amazement at your bravery to stand up for others. Then she panicked and tried to tell you that it was okay so that you’d stop making a scene.

🔥Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

- He doesn’t let other people’s hurtful words bother him because he assumes that they just had a bad day or are going through a hard time so he just moves on with his day. When he noticed your demeanor suddenly changed he asked what was wrong. He assures you that it’s no big deal, but when the person keeps on going on and on you just had to say something.

- When you were walking over to them he tried to stop and reassure you that everything was okay. Although even though it didn’t work, he’s still appreciative of your spirit.

🔊Tengen Uzui🔊

- If Uzui encounters someone being disrespectful to him he usually just shoos them off or belittles them, unless the person is being rude to you, Makio, Suma, and Hina. Then he gets a little more riled up.

- If you ever go off on someone he’ll just stand back and watch the show. Afterwards he’ll be like “That’s right, tell ‘em what’s up.” in a joking way.

☁️Muichiro Tokito☁️

- It surprised him at first when you defended him, he had no idea how to react so he just stood there (like this: 🧍🏻)

- Whenever you come back to him he’ll say “Next time don’t waste your time on those scum, just knock them on the head.” His bluntness earned a laugh outta you.

🌪️Sanemi Shinazugawa🌪️

- When he heard someone talking shit, he turned towards their direction and was ready to say something. But he was cut off abruptly by you storming to them and letting them have it. He was shocked but kinda proud at the same time.

- After you’re finished, he says that he can defend himself and that you should save that energy for something else.

🌊Giyuu Tomioka🌊

- Usually if someone talks shit about him he’ll just ignore it, he has better things to worry about after all. He was bewildered when he overheard you defending him. You taking the time out of your day to defend him made him feel warm inside.

- He will make some food and give it to you as a thanks for having his back.

🪨Gyomei Himejima🪨

- Was really surprised, he certainly didn’t expect it. He calmly tells you that there will always be people in the world saying ill things about others, and to not get yourself all worked up over that.

- After the minor lecture he’ll pat your head and tell you that he’s very grateful for you defending him.

Masterlist

[childrenofcain-if]

Wait so ur telling me that Mom got pregnant with us when she was still in college? As a person who's had many pregnancy scare before I graduated college, it mustn't have been easy for her at all 🙁 did she even want to keep us? Or did Elias convince her to do that?

your mother sat on the edge of her dorm bed, the small square of mattress barely big enough to hold her. ‘fake plastic trees’ by radiohead played from the CD player where she’d inserted the signed copy of ‘the bends’ that elias gifted her for her birthday last year.

she felt smaller than the girl who used to sit cross-legged on her childhood bed, staring at the posters she had of R.E.M. and the cranberries, tuning out the shouts downstairs.

now, though, it wasn’t shouts she tuned out but her own thoughts. they were loud and disjointed, clashing like mismatched cymbals in her head, each one sharp enough to make her wince.

her hand rested flat against her stomach. the knowledge of you being there was like holding a fragile, heavy truth in the palm of her hand. it would not be a lie to say she loved you—not yet. but it was too soon, too abstract.

it would also not be a lie to say she feared you. that was probably closer to the mark.

she was twenty years old, and for twenty years, she had walked a line. one side was her mother, all blunt edges and scarred softness, hollowed out by betrayal and depression. the other side was her father, all cruelty wrapped in a charming exterior he presented to everyone else but his own family.

she had walked the tightrope, feeling it shift beneath her with every fight, every slammed door, every time her father disappeared for days, weeks, only to return smelling of perfume that wasn’t her mother’s.

and to think it all started when her father had called her mother ruined. ruined. he said it with the kind of disdain reserved for something you’d like to throw away but can’t even be bothered to muster the energy to do so.

it was after her brother was born, and everything about her mother seemed different: softer in some places, scarred in others.

the postpartum weight clung to her body like an unwanted guest, and though her father never said it directly, he didn’t have to. his glances said enough. his hands, which used to linger on her waist, now found the armrests of his chair instead.

her mother’s descent was slow after that, like the drip of a faucet you don’t notice until it’s flooded the sink. she spent her days shuffling around the house, a glass of something amber in her hand, her white robe hanging loosely on her frame. she looked at your mother and her brother with eyes that didn’t seem to recognize them.

the crying started shortly after. not your mother’s, not yet, but the baby’s. it was shrill and loud, as most babies’ cries are.

your mother remembered watching her mother pick up the baby, her hands trembling, her voice high and thin as she pleaded for him to stop.

he didn’t stop.

her mother’s voice then got even louder.

“stop it!” she screamed, and when that didn’t work, she shook him. not gently, not in the way that you’re supposed to handle babies. her movements were rough and desperate, her arms jerking back and forth with a force that made your mother’s stomach drop.

your mother didn’t remember moving, only that suddenly she was there, her tiny hands gripping her mother’s arm, trying to pull her away from her baby brother.

“stop!” she cried, her own voice breaking now, tears streaming down her face. “you’re hurting him!”

for a moment, her mother froze, her chest heaving, her face crumpled with something that might have been regret or might have been rage. she looked at your mother like she didn’t know her, like she was seeing a stranger. then she dropped the baby back into the crib and stumbled out of the room.

your mother held her brother that night, rocking him back and forth until his cries softened into hiccups.

she didn’t sleep well for several nights after that. she couldn’t.

by the time your mother was a teenager, she had learned how to read the silence in a room.

she could tell by the way her father’s jaw tightened when he glanced at her mother that he was one argument away from leaving. she could tell by the way her mother avoided mirrors that she hated herself more than she hated her husband.

her father eventually did leave, of course. men like him always did. he didn’t pack a suitcase or make a scene; he just stopped coming home.

for a while, your mother thought that might be a relief. it wasn’t.

her mother spiraled without him. the drinking got worse, and with it came the harsh words and the slammed doors and the nights your mother spent sitting on the floor outside her mother’s room, listening to her sob into her pillow as she tried to coax this grown woman to eat something.

your mother had promised herself that she would be nothing like either of them.

she would not love the way her mother had loved, giving so much of herself away that there was nothing left but the empty shell of a woman who could barely hold a crying baby without wanting to hurt him.

she would not hurt the way her father had hurt, tearing holes in the fabric of their family until there was nothing left to stitch together.

and yet here she was, a junior at yale, staring at the old posters of her favourite bands in her dorm and feeling the exact same fear her mother must have felt.

it was like looking into a fucking mirror.

[brynnterpretations]

THE BOYS’ TYPES ☻

Annie January

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Someone kind, gentle, sensitive, and a bit nerdy. She is a Certified Yapper Lover™, and loves to hear her partners talk about things they're interested in, so passion is key for her; bonus points if it's about something she hasn't really heard of before (Hughie really got her hooked with a discombobulated Star Wars rant). As we all know, Annie has an extremely firm sense of right and wrong, so a potential partner's values are a make-or-break scenario for Annie. Admittedly, she finds nervousness and rambling very cute, and it's the first thing that typically draws her to a person. She's a fan of that anxious, neurotic energy — sorry-not-sorry. Additionally, for men and women alike, if you have curly or otherwise textured hair? She wants you.

Billy Butcher

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Since Becca, Billy's type has fluctuated a lot. Before and during Becca, he deeply appreciated someone level-headed, calm, caring, and intelligent; however, after her death, it's been hard finding someone of that personality that didn't just remind him of her. For short-term relationships, Billy is very attracted to firecracker types, and for long-term, appreciates someone sensible and a little snarky, yet able to be sensitive in the right moments, even if he may push him away. A hard rule for Billy, though, is that the person is able to stand their own. He greatly values conviction, and even if that person may have differing opinions, them being able to stand up for their own beliefs is something extremely important to him in a relationship.

Frenchie

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Someone quiet, driven, loyal, and with a secret soft side. Got walls? Frenchie loves them and wants to break them down (lovingly, of course). Considering his past, he wants someone understanding and with a "history" of their own, too — he's naturally drawn to people who have that aura and "roughness", for lack of a better term, to them. Being bilingual, or multilingual, even if it's not French, is a big plus for him, too; as a communicative person and someone interested in linguistics in general, he becomes a lot more interested in someone if he hears them speaking or writing another language.

Hughie Campbell

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Someone strong, independent, and passionate. As a pretty nervous guy, Hughie greatly admires people who can "stand their own", and is drawn to them in relationships. That doesn't mean it's all take, though — Hughie really likes someone who, even if strong, he can comfort, care for, and support, so if you're in need of any of that? Hughie's your guy. He also is pretty attracted to anyone who stands his rambles and doesn't give him crap for them — and, better, is actively engaged — and will fall for you pretty quickly if you're that type. So, in another words: if you'll tell McDonald's they put mustard when he asked for no mustard, he'll fall for you.

Kimiko Miyashiro

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Someone understanding, empathetic, and optimistic. It's suffice to say that Kimiko has been through a lot, and, like Frenchie, wants someone who she can relate to and move forward to better futures with. People who have a positive attitude in spite of their hardships are people she's greatly attracted to. Being chatty and willing to communicate with her often is also something she loves; she has a lot on her mind and likes to share it with the people she loves and see their thoughts on it. Similarly to that, she loves expressive people —  not just because it makes them easier to read, but she finds it really, really cute. A bit random, but if you have a loud laugh, too, she'll fall in love pretty quick.

Marvin T. Milk (M.M.)

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Someone loyal, resilient, hardworking, and honest — to the point of bluntness. M.M. is a no-bullshit guy and not someone to appreciate a "cheerleader" figure, so he greatly appreciates someone he can always trust to tell the truth, even when it's not pretty. Realism and practicality is also important to him too. Like Annie, morals are also a make-or-break for M.M., and having someone who cares about integrity, family, and justice like him is the most important aspect in relationships to him. Additionally, someone who's A) good with kids and B) good with his past wife. While he wouldn't hold any feelings for Monique while in or pursuing a relationship, his former family is extremely important to him. His potential partner having the maturity to recognize this situation, as well as holding a love for children (even if they don't want any themself), is very important to him.

[comfortless]

I have some thoughts about König I wanna run by you. 

I really like the concept of him following rules to the letter, but not the intention. 

like he would never steal from friends, but that only applies to items, job opportunities, romantic interests, and ideas don’t count. 

he would never cheat on his lover, EVER! but…that doesn’t mean he can’t entertain thoughts of the nice recruit who for sure has a crush on him, he could lead her on just a lil bit, live off the attention when he’s deployed and claim ignorance if anything gets serious. 

oh and he would never hit you, of course not! but if he got you riled up enough or angry enough to throw a punch his way he could hold you down and restrain you so you don’t hurt yourself, he’s not a monster for kind of liking how you struggle to break free from his grip, and he’s barely even exerting any energy, it’s a safe kind of powerplay to him. 

ok i am listening and nodding my head yes!

König didn’t get the positive attention he so craved when he was younger, so any little bit of it he can grapple at is his for the taking. He’s a bit impulsive.

Mental health and repercussions are not at all relevant to him when he sees something that he wants and is within the realm of possibility for him to attain. He would have a sort of conniving way when it comes to going about these things, too. It isn’t intentional, but to him, his reasoning is absolute. Probably gets that from his father, but he prefers not to think of that.

He’s no master manipulator here, just a man that is very aware of his few talents. He’s not even good at telling a lie, far too blunt and always speaking the first thing that pops into his head.

There’s a promotion at work another operator is vying for? Well, he’s far more suited for it anyway— look at him. He’s big and good with his weapons, handles them nicely and can plow through an enemy with as much ease as he can a wooden door. His confirmed kills far exceed the number of things that his parents could find and scrape together and deem themselves proud of him for. König’s not entirely withdrawn, either, his people respect him. Some might even admire him a bit, wishing they had the things that he never even asked for: his height, the creepy look upon his face, his lack of hesitation when pulling a trigger or burying his hunting knife in another man’s guts.

They’re on good terms, still on good terms even after he presents his argument as to why he’s just that little bit more deserving. He doesn’t need to bring up his childhood or much of his past to anyone here, but he knows down to his very marrow that people tend to think there’s something off or wrong about him and in turn he’s met with pity or fear. He utilizes it, gets what he feels he deserves by coming off gruff and demanding, even whiny if the situation calls for it. Time and time again, he comes to realize it’s much easier and more rewarding for him to play people like toy soldiers in these situations.

He might not be able to get a girlfriend in any authentic way, but as Ghost said in her reblog here, I do think he would have at least tried a tryst with a friend’s girlfriend at some point. König could reason away any guilt. She came onto him, batting her lashes and wearing that low cut blouse while telling him about just how selfish her man/his friend was in bed. And when it ends terribly as these things do, he’ll learn his lesson well enough, gives some hashed apology over a pint of ale. It doesn’t mend a void, only forces another distance between himself and another person. König is more than used to that.

It is always the wrong thing said or done, always a ship with no harbor to dock. He would have friends, yes, but it’s up in the air as to whether or not any of them last very long. He’s self aware enough to realize that he creates these problems, that he could have just done x instead of y, but there’s this tentative, newfound pride wrought up within him that he doesn’t ever let go of. He doesn’t want to be seen as that weak little boy he once was. Apologies are like pulling teeth, even getting one from him is a big deal.

It isn’t his fault he didn’t get as much pussy as any other man and surely… any true friend of his would know enough about him to accept that he was not entirely the one at fault here. Richtig..?

He’ll be happy to take credit for a job well done. It wasn’t his idea to burst through that door and clear out a room of enemies, but he did the work. He deserves the praise, the increase in pay, whatever benefit he can gain from it. It didn’t matter that Fender barked out the order over the comms, warned his team of potential danger, what matters to König is that he got it taken care of with no casualties on his side.

New recruits come and go often, and more often than not, they’re horrified of this giant that outranks them. König still hasn’t mastered any way with women, but he’s been fortunate enough to land himself a sweet, cute girlfriend that waits for him at home. He’s not an idiot, either, knows a little romp at work isn’t worth a thing in comparison to her and would only add another fire to the desolate world he lives in in his head. His girlfriend’s the only garden he has, and he would rather damn himself entirely than ever see something he loves burn.

So, when one bold woman does approach him, placing her hand on his arm and complimenting his stature, he doesn’t feel a thing except some strange twist of pride.

He’s come a long way from the boy who was ridiculed and bullied relentlessly, worked himself tirelessly into becoming this broad mimicry of a god made flesh. But fuck. The attention is nice. He would compliment this recruit’s aim from time to time, pat her on the head like a good little dog when she takes out an enemy or stacks on extra work for herself. It never goes further than that, but she practically eats out of the palm of his hand, begging with her eyes rather than her voice to ask for a night with her colonel.

And when he’s on leave, and his girlfriend is asking why this woman is texting him so often, he shrugs and casually tosses her his phone. He’s got nothing to hide, hasn’t even entertained the thought of sleeping with this girl. If anything, she reminds him of himself before he ever got laid. That desperation is certainly there, and it does kind of unsettle him. Is this how he came off to women before…? A pitiful little thing that just wants to be loved and cared for?

He doesn’t even respond to the recruit’s messages, even when there are so many of them. He kisses his girlfriend everywhere, fucks her like it’s the first few times all over again, and falls asleep nestled up against her. There’s no room in his heart for anyone except the object of his affection, but a part of him does hope this lost little lady finds her own sliver of heaven too. He knows how she feels and hates the thought of making a woman cry outside of fucking her well. So he lets the recruit down easy next time they meet, tells her he doesn’t care for relationships at work, that he loves his girlfriend and he doesn’t want to hurt her. It’s spoken candidly, and doesn’t leave any room for discussion.

Shame about the lack of affection while deployed, but he’s managed on his own longer than most. He’s got an entire album of pretty photos of his girl in and out of the lingerie he bought for her to keep him company, anyway.

And admittedly, arguments with his beloved turn him on.

They both know that she can’t actually hurt him. When her hand is raised to give him a good slap for being a complete asshole over something as trivial as a cashier for accidentally ringing something up twice, he’s already hard. The grin on his face is nothing short of ugly, because he knows how this ends, the same way that it always does. He would take her wrist only after she’s hit him, let her stew in what she’s done, murmur her apologies through stilted breaths and lashes heavy with tears. She tells him she just doesn’t understand why he is the way that he is sometimes while trying to wrench her hand away from his grip.

He’s not rough enough to hurt her when the argument sparks up again, even guides her down onto the floor with a steady hand on her back while she pleads with him for answers that he just doesn’t have. He would go back to seeing a regular therapist for her, maybe. He would do anything for her and that’s just another thing that they both know.

“Heh… you like me crazy,” König would breathe into her hair when her thighs are locked around his middle. Poor thing can barely speak when she’s exerted her energy trying to best him in a battle she could never hope to win. She’s all whimper and no bite, nails raking over his shoulders with each slow, teasing thrust.

“Look at you.” He practically purrs when her face is taken into one callused palm, brought forward to lock eyes with him when the sounds spilling from her lips grow more needy. And then he gives her the fucking she deserves, rougher when she’s sighing his name and trembling from the residual waves of her own orgasm. It didn’t matter who was right or wrong anymore; argument long-forgotten, buried under a blanket of white heat. He chases his own end, lets her watch him unravel all for her as his seed fills her, spills out where they connect to make a mess of the carpet below.

He’s selfish in those ways.

[hoodreader]

nerd astrology — jujutsu kaisen (001)

hey y’all! i wanna give my personal opinions on what my favorite characters from my favorite video games, mangas/animes, & comics would be astrologically. today, i’m starting off with the students of jujutsu kaisen!!! [spoiler warning]. 💗 ima discuss some canon events of JJK. not giving away too much plot though, but just so ya know.

YUJI ITADORI — “i like a tall woman… with a nice big ass — just sayin’.”

gemini sun. pisces moon. sagittarius rising.

he’s so sociable, kind, and friendly. very concerned with others & their wellness, thus the seventh house sun. his fixation on “proper deaths” & ensuring justice. it seems like a blend of seventh house and jovial energy. he super go with the flow and adaptable. and he’s very powerful. i think he also love to laugh. even when aoi todo was beating the fuck out of him, he still humored his question when asked. he can be really philosophical / thoughtful. especially with others. he likes to think, and that’s a quality gemini, pisces, and sagittarius all share. i do also see scorpio, but maybe his mars.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO — “i don’t have a preference. as long as she has unshakable character, i won’t ask for more.”

scorpio sun & moon. capricorn rising.

that resting bitch face say earth. the capricorn rising in particular is because he had to grow up wayyy too fast. his pappy was incompetent. but he very aloof & calculated (calculation is ruled by capricorn!). i was thinking he could be a virgo rising, but he lack the neuroticness of a mutable. allat scorpio & capricorn would make sense considering his technique is shadows, though. he is very compassionate & concerned with “the right thing” as well though, which explains the sun conj moon in the eleventh house.

NOBARA KUGISAKI — “if hell froze over and danced the lambada, still no.”

sagittarius sun. aries moon. taurus rising.

loud, brush, aggressive, etc. i find this quality is most people who have a combination of aries & taurus in their charts. the impulsive aries & stubborn taurus create someone with a mixture of that head-butting energy. her personality is big too. can be a bit blunt, as i notice with a lot of sagittarius placements. but the girl can fight. that’s for sure. and she’s pretty smart / calculated.

MAKI ZENIN — “if i stayed there [at the bottom], i would’ve hated myself.”

scorpio sun. capricorn moon. aquarius rising.

i feel she is so saturnian in how her family rejected her. a lot of saturnians are forced into independence at a young age. that detriment moon does a lot in her family ostracizing her. still, she’s insanely disciplined. she had no cursed energy (energy is solar in nature, & saturn is the sun’s detriment) but she compensates for that just how raw she is with practical combat. i think her tenth house scorpio sun would make sense also in how she presents herself — kinda hard and unapproachable, but really she’s just complicated.

TOGE INUMAKI — “fish flakes…”

pisces sun & moon. capricorn rising.

he so weird, & that’s why i luv his character sm. anyways. that calm presence he got in social situations… i feel could be a saturnian ascendant. i could see aquarius, but i couldn’t see a third house in aries for him. which is why i opted for capricorn. instead, he would have a saturnian second house & a jovial third house, which can show his restricted speech but the large impact of his words. i could also see pisces ascendant but i’m not sure about a first house sun, i’d guess first house moon before that. he’s not aggressive, but he gon do what he got to for his friends. giving third house moon. also. the fact that he chooses to communicate with food ingredients is the most third house moon thing ever, and the fact nobody (aside from his circle) understands is the most piscean third house thing ever.

PANDA — “the answer’s obviously pandas!”

taurus sun. pisces moon. libra rising.

a sweetheart and a voice of reason. he’s really laid back & chill, which is super venutian to me. i think there’s a major focus on harmony for him. but again, just ‘cuz he venutian don’t mean he bitchmade. the way he fucked mechamaru up was insane. i chalk it up to his eighth house taurus sun. i think people forget that taurus (the bull) can be aggressive if they want to. other than that though, he’s adaptable and really just wanna avoid unnecessary fall out. he will take it there if y’all want to though.

some of these i have mixed feelings about. but whatever. i’m gonna start reading the manga soon, so as i get better acquainted with the characters, my opinion might change.

thanks for reading!

[inmyheaddd]

observe - j. hawthorne

wc: 1560 summary:your friends’ shitty actions lead up to you looking for a room alone in the party, when you end up running into a not so friendly face. warnings: smoking, mentions of kissing, swearing, suggestive?

you were walking up the stairs, desperate to find a room alone. you couldn’t stand to talk with your friends for another second. the backhanded compliments, side glances, inside jokes, and leaving you out were pissing you off beyond belief. 

you roll your eyes as you remember one of the snide remarks one of them made, “i could never go out wearing something like… you know what i mean.” followed by that awful snicker. you didn’t know what she meant, but clearly everyone else did.

after walking in on one too many make-outs, you finally find an empty room. you close the door behind you and lean on it, huffing and shutting your eyes. 

“what’s got you so worked up?” a voice quickly snaps you out of your thoughts and elicits a yell out of you. 

your eyes are now wide open, and you notice a somewhat familiar figure sitting at the edge of the bed. 

“what the fuck?” you breathe out with your hand over your heart, quickly switching the light on. 

with a clearer view now, you can now label the person sitting on the bed as jameson. one of your friends’ boyfriends’ friends, and the boy who you have an ‘unspoken mutual hatred agreement’ with each other after an unsuccessful debate in your freshman year — that you both blame each other for.

every encounter you’ve had with him since has been somewhat unpleasant. 

“jameson? what the hell are you doing here?” you question him, your shock dissipating into anger. 

he shrugs at that and responds with another question. “i could ask you the same thing.” 

you cross your arms over your chest. “nothing,” you huff and pause, “and quite frankly, none of your business.” you debate just leaving, but weighing your options, sitting here with jameson would be slightly less insufferable than sitting with your friends again.

“it’s clearly something,”

“my friends are just pissing me off; that’s it.” you reply sharply as you sit directly opposite him on the bed, your back facing his and your legs crossed. staring at the wall was suddenly interesting.

“can’t blame them, pissing you off is fun,”

he retorts as he turns to look at you. you turn as well, narrowing your eyes at him. 

“you’re such a prick, you know that?”

he shrugs once again, “you like it though.” he turns back, looking at the wall in front of him. 

you get up in frustration, who does he think he is? “someone’s  got a fucking pea for a brain — i don’t like anything about you.” you mumble as you look through random drawers, trying to fufill your boredom.

he responds unaffectedly, “you don’t know me; you don’t know the full effects of my charm.” 

you’re now standing somewhat in his eye line, looking through a drawer a few feet infront of him. “i know enough,” you scoff, briefly turning around to shoot a glare at him. “oh really?” his eyebrows shot up in amusement. 

“yeah.”

“enlighten me then.” he cocks his head to the side, waiting for a response.

“fuck off,” you give him a response. ” i don’t have enough energy to talk to you right now.”

“you’re talking to me right now, sweetheart.”

you pause your movements suddenly, then turn around to look at him. you stay silent and raise your eyebrows in an effort to say “see?” to which he chuckles lowly at, and shakes his head. “crazy.”

you sit back down on the bed in silence in the same spot you were sitting at before. just about a minute passes of you not speaking just to prove a point, when jameson lets out a sigh and pulls out something from his pocket. 

you figure it’s his phone, but when you hear the sparking of a lighter, your head snaps in his direction.

he lights the blunt and smokes it. you’re not a big smoker, drinker, or anything for that matter. you don’t like the feeling of being in control of your own body and not being aware of your thoughts. but god, you’d do anything to not be aware of your thoughts right now. 

your eyes move over to his side profile, and you notice things you haven’t before, like the slope of his nose, his lashes and the way they are so enviably naturally perfect, the way his mouth fits around the joint— okay stop. why are you even looking at him? why are you still looking at him?

jameson on the other hand, is still facing the side, not looking at you. “you’re staring,” he mumbles with the joint still in his mouth, then takes it out and turns to you. 

“i’m observing.” you weren’t lying, you were technically observing his face. 

“tell me what you’ve observed, then.” he angles his body fully so that he’s facing you and offers you one of his half-grins. “you’ve got me hooked now.” 

“i’ve observed that you didn’t offer me a hit.”

that clearly intrigued him enough, as his eyebrows shot up to his forehead. “i didn’t take you as a smoker.” he looked you once over, and returned to that one smile that was practically default for him. 

“i’m not.” 

“what’s changed?” 

“jus’ wanna try it, that’s all.” you say with a shrug as you let your eyes drift away from him for a second, before they snap to his eyes again like magnets. 

his looks down at his lap and his grin widens before he tuts, “bad girl.”

coming from anyone else, you’d projectile vomit over the whole room, but from him, it weirdly made your insides flip. strange.

for all your bravado earlier, you were weirdly quiet now. the boy who was slightly less annoying than you remembered was now sitting next to you.

“d’you change your mind?” he says with a small chuckle that changes the atmosphere to lighthearted. 

you match his laugh, and then speak up, still looking down at your lap. “no,” you meet his eyes, and you notice how ridiculously perfect they are up close. life’s unfair. “only some small nerves.” 

“i’m right here. you won’t cough and die out on my watch.” you roll your eyes at this. it almost makes you want to cough and die, just to prove him wrong.

“yeah whatever, just give me to me.” you say as you place your palm out.

“no please? where are your manners?” he seems to just have a permanent grin on his face.

“please, give me the blunt.” 

“with a cherry on top?”

“im gonna smack you across the face.” 

“what if i like it?” 

“ew jameson.” you drag out his name and smack his hand. you weren’t sure what happened in the last 10 minutes that has you somewhat slightly enjoying his presence, but you were grateful for it. 

he hands you the blunt, and you sit there for a split second, staring at it. he stares at you staring. it was like he could read your confused thoughts, “take a shallow breath, inhale slowly.” 

you meet his eyes and bring the joint up to your lips, raising your eyebrows in question. he ever so slightly nods, urging you to go on.

you turn away, eyes now trained on the floor infront of you. you do as he says: shallow breath, inhale slowly, but you can’t help the way your brows furrow and your face tightens as you try not to cough. jameson notices the obvious struggle, which elicits a dry laugh out of him. when you shoot him a side glare, it only results in another laugh.

nevertheless, you exhaled, and didn’t cough and die out. 

“that wasn’t so bad.” your eyes meet green ones again. 

“yeah, think you could handle another?” his eyes momentarily flicker down to your lips. if you two weren’t as close as you were right now, you probably wouldn’t have noticed.

“maybe,” now it was your turn to look at his lips. “what do you think?”

“i think you could.”

you took that as a challenge, lifting the joint back up to your lips, this time not inhaling as cautiously as you were before. and with a newfound confidence, or maybe the buzz already kicking in, you kept eyecontact.

jameson took the blunt from your hands once you were done, still maintaining eye contact, and took a hit of his own. 

the distance between you was mere inches now, and with every second passing, it seemed to get smaller. 

the blunt was long forgotten, somewhere on the floor, you presumed. jamesons hand snaked up to where your neck meets your jaw, and your hand rested atop his forearm.

you took a deep breath in, suddenly noticing the intoxicating smell coming from jameson. clean, woody, masculine, but so him. it only fueled you more.

your eyes met before he looked back at your lips once again, and finally leaned in.

just as your lips hardly grazed each other, you felt him tear away from you. 

fluttering your eyes open, you uttered a mere “wha-“ before the reason he had pulled away became increasingly more prevalent.

you heard your name being called multiple times, along with the clicks of heels, indistinct chatter, and drunk giggles. that was your call.

you two looked at each other again, and he had moved to now lean against the headboard. he grinned at you, and you shrugged at him—you honestly didn’t have plans on leaving.

they’d surely be fine without you. 

[spadesolace]

leading lady - bonus 01. chemistry

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it was early in the morning for the call time for the ensemble, let alone it was too early for y/n. most of the time her fridays would be spent sleeping in after a week of classes but here she is, carrying 7 drinks for everyone to get them in the mood.

“if it isn’t our lead making a grand entrance!” dino had noticed y/n’s tired state, wearing a plain shirt and jeans paired with an oversized sweater hanging by her shoulder.

“let her do her own thing first. she’s not an early bird.” heejin was merely behind y/n who had the biggest smile as she walks down towards the front with the rest holding her own drink.

“i got everyone’s usual.” y/n placed the drinks on the other table, far from the papers that are needed for the casting call.

“unnie, how much do we gotta pay you?” hanni was ready to pay for her order but everyone just looked at her as if she was crazy.

“no need, han. think of it as a treat from me to get us in the mood.”

“you sure…?” a weak raise of a thumbs up was all the confirmation hanni got as everyone settled down holding their drinks. yunjin was going through the list of people auditioning and from their retweets, it gained quite the attention.

one thing everyone is aware of, im y/n has such immense power to the point no one is brave enough to say no to her. from a simple retweet of a post, the possibility of sharing a stage with y/n is enough to make people try and take a chance. some were merely side characters, the ones that only wish to see y/n in action - to see violet shine on stage. it was no surprise there were quite a lot of people auditioning for the leading lady, the second lead, and minor characters. a few familiar names did pop up, one of which are close to the ensemble.

yunjin isn’t one to waste time, the girl works hard and y/n could clearly see it. she doesn’t merely pick someone to play as the lead, especially if she knows she could trust that person to bring the same energy from the audition to the big stage. some would expect that the film major would be head of production for the play at the annual event - yunjin seems to fit the role more.

after the quick reminders, people slowly started entering the auditorium. the once quiet place now filled with noise, especially early in the morning; y/n questions how people have that energy when she could barely keep her eyes open. a short nap wouldn’t hurt, right?

before y/n could doze off for a short while, a power nap as one would say. a soft nudge then to a smack on the head was all it took for the girl to look up. she could only smile at the person who reminded her why mornings were bearable before.

“good luck later, boo. just don’t say the script in more than one language.” ryujin, her best friend, has always been supportive in the most unpredictable way possible. from being given a packed lunch with snacks to receiving an entire pack of her favorite candy with cut out pictures of memes of their friend group with notes to motivate. y/n in response flipped her off, only to make ryujin laugh at her.

“so, what unhinged motivational boost are you gonna give me this time, bae?” lia doesn’t pay much attention to the call signs the pair has for each other. it has been that way before they started dating. she’d rather have them have sweet nicknames rather than cursing at each other like in their private twitter.

“i don’t think i could beat the jyp poster from last year. so this time, it’s just a coupon to message me later to buy you lunch or something.”

“thanks, ryu. are gonna study while we do this?” ryujin could only laugh, if there was one thing people feared was that being judged by the pair. being blunt and not afraid to hide their expressions, who wouldn’t be scared and intimidated by them?

“it would be better that way, got an exam next week… i’ll see you later, bae.” ryujin gave a head pat to y/n who was much more cheery compared to earlier. lia could only kiss her girlfriend on the cheek as she finished preparing the set up for the ensemble.

“good luck with that and later, boo.” that was the best mood booster for y/n.

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the ensemble had been too kind during the auditions, some were there to truly perform and get a spot somehow.

lily and lia were quite disappointed as no one could bring some of the characters they wrote truly come to life. no one could embody the characters written, not like how yunjin wanted to.

“danielle marsh is up next, auditioning for ariel, claire’s best friend.” soobin looked at the list that was now halfway through.

“dani?” y/n ears perked up, she’s one of the few juniors she has that has the same drive and passion as her. most film majors would choose to be in y/n’s positions rather than be on stage - but that’s just a preference.

“she’s good, i’m surprised she didn’t go for the lead role.” hanni picked up her pen, almost ready to give the girl a complete yes to the role. maybe that’s why they gave danielle one of the few scenes she has with y/n, the first audition with her participation.

“y/n, could you?” yunjin nudged the girl next to her, looking at the stage to see danielle smiling at them and holding the script. she stood up, which had people cheering, the girl who has everyone’s eyes on her finally on stage. where people believed she belonged.

“morning, dani. for formalities, kindly state your name and what role you’ll be auditioning for.” slight bow for formalities, a dazzling smile but not too much where it would be considered creepy, and a proper posture that shows power and authority. it was no longer y/n on stage but rather it was violet.

danielle was smooth in greeting everyone, and y/n could see her as the possible lead. she has the talent to do so, the knowledge and understanding on how to bring the character to life. taking a mental note by how she presents herself, she understands the sentiment hanni has.

“you may begin when ready.” yunjin’s smile has never been this bright since they started. with expectant eyes, y/n mentally prepared herself while danielle fixed her hair and her hold on the script.

“wait, you’re mal? the youtuber, right?” the delivery of the line was smooth, the emotion was there and y/n felt like it was the real deal.

“i don’t refer to myself as a youtuber but- yes.” violet has read these lines over and over, it seemed natural. the script is merely there just as a prop. people were invested, this is the person they were waiting for.

“what are you doing here?”

“i’m actually looking for claire… my manager is currently talking to the principal and-“

“WAIT! CLAIRE? LIKE CLAIRE ONG?! MY BEST FRIEND CLAIRE? THAT GIRL STANDING OVER THERE WITH A HOODIE ON AND AVOIDING EYE CONTACT?” yunjin was already satisfied by the short scene, even if it were just two to three lines, danielle already got her heart. the ariel she was looking for was brought to life by her.

“wow… thank you, danielle. we’ll keep you posted on the results.” as if it were a light switch, danielle was done with her role and is happy to showcase her talent. the younger girl smiled at her senior who could only return the smile and thumbs up. y/n isn’t quite the hugger but if it were danielle asking, she wouldn’t bat an eye for the sunshine.

“you did great, i’m rooting for you.” danielle has much more experience on stage rather than y/n.

“you’re quite the natural, unnie. and thank you.” but to danielle, y/n’s acting was nothing compared to hers. a wave goodbye and the ensemble were back to discussing their thoughts regarding danielle’s performance. all of them agreed to put her as ariel, if someone were close to the same performance she had given, maybe an understudy.

“this is the last for the morning session, then lunch.” lia was keeping track of everything and so far, they could squeeze in one more audition before they eat lunch. everyone was hungry at this point, having not much food or snacks within their grasp as everyone was busy with getting everything ready. y/n was about to sit down until, yunjin had asked her to go back on stage.

“kim minji, auditioning for the role of claire. one of the few that chose the leading lady.” who knew a name could make someone's heart beat faster than it should. or how clammy one’s hand can get. lia had gotten her phone ready to record the performance just for ryujin to watch and tease y/n.

y/n had gotten on stage, it had been quite a long time since she’s last seen the girl up close. everything feeling like she’s back in high school admiring the girl who she kept a spotlight on during her monologue for their play. the same girl that she considered a happy crush for years is now standing in front of her with a shy smile.

to minji, this is a dream come true, seeing violet in person again and not just passing by her like in high school. this is the girl that her brother mentioned seeing working so hard as a model. the girl who edits im nayeon’s vlogs and takes part in making them. the very same girl who she has brushed off thinking it was nothing but deep inside knows - she has a slight crush on im y/n.

there were some old sparks reignited. the feeling of being nervous and jittery around someone, to which both have denied and kept secret for how long.

to yunjin, this was perfection. given that the scene the pair was doing - realizing one’s own feelings. to yunjin, they look like a match made in heaven, they contrast in a way. even after minji’s short introduction for formalities, y/n couldn’t take her eyes off her. the vision is there, everything felt natural.

“ready when you two are.” it was like a snap.

“what’s taking you so long- wow.” y/n turned around to look at minji as if its her first time seeing her.

“uhm… does the dress look fine? it might be too much but it feels right but then again you’re the one paying and i-” minji’s character rambles on as y/n could only be mesmerized by the girl.

“wow… it’s-” the slow steps, as if y/n could imagine minji wearing the dress that yunjin had envisioned time and time again. the prop that she is most excited to see in person.

“too much? yeah maybe i should have gone with the other one.” minji acts as if she’s really wearing a dress, twirling around as if there’s a mirror beside her.

“it’s actually perfect.” y/n places her hand around minji’s waist to stop the girl, a faint smile and a blush on her cheek. maybe that was what yunjin wanted, the real y/n, not violet. not the girl in front of the camera, but the girl she met in her first year.

“you sure?”

“definitely, love… ly. I MEANT IT’S LOVELY, YES!”

the peace and quiet was shortly interrupted by screams and howling of the people watching the scene in front of them unfold. that’s the reaction, those are the leads.

the ensemble could only clap at the performance, yunjin having a large smile on her face as she immediately wrote minji as the leading lady.

they have chemistry unlike what yunjin has seen before.

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The Mayor - Chapter 36

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternate Universe: Mayor and Architect

Words: 1000

Masterlist

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"A police commissioner?"

I was in Lucy’s pool on a warm autumn Saturday afternoon.

"Yes, I came up with that on the spot, with Alexia bombarding me with questions!"  

She laughed and swam closer to me.  

"Tell me, Ona, do you have a thing for uniforms?"  

I answered with a teasing look.  

"Maybe, Madam Mayor."  

She leaned in to kiss me, wrapping her legs around my waist.  

"And you don’t even know the nickname I gave you in the beginning!" I added mischievously.  

"A super sexy one, I hope!"  

"You might be disappointed… Dragon!" I said with a grin.  

"Dragon? Me?" she said, making a pout that made me laugh.  

"Yes, you know, back when you were as friendly as a locked prison door, calling me in on a Sunday for a coffee table…"  

"I was testing your resilience, young lady!"  

I smiled, her blue eyes sparkling.  

"Well, now it’s my turn to test yours, Lucy…"  

I kissed her neck, trailing up to her lips, my hands roaming her back.  

The sound of engines interrupted me. A double hum of motors.  

Lucy pulled back.  

"It’s the twins’ motorbikes; they’re back early."  

Bad timing, I thought.  

"Okay, I’ll get going then!"  

"Relax, it’s fine. I can invite friends! Just don’t ogle my behind," she quipped with a wink as she got out of the water.  

The twins arrived, walking toward us. I’d seen them once before on-site, just after nearly getting caught… in their mother’s bed.  

They quickly put on swimsuits and joined us in the pool, chatting away.  

They were delightful boys. Identical twins who looked exactly alike, though their styles and personalities differed.  

Hugo was outgoing, talkative, a ball of energy. Jules was calmer, more reserved, and seemed to internalize things more. Still, we ended up sharing a game of ping pong together. The scene that afternoon felt slightly surreal.  

---

In the evening, as I was about to leave, Lucy invited me to stay for dinner. I was surprised by the invitation but delighted nonetheless.  

We happily shared a lasagna dish. Jules had aspirations to become an architect. Even though I had specialized in interior design in my later studies, my initial course was in general architecture. As a result, he bombarded me with questions about my career during dinner.  

"You could join me on a project for a day or two, to see… if that’s okay!"  

I glanced at Lucy, who smiled at me.  

"Totally! That would be awesome!" Jules replied enthusiastically.  

---

After dinner, Hugo started the classic teen discussion of the weekend: Saturday night plans.  

"Oh, and Mom! There’s a little party at Chloé’s tonight. Can we go?"  

He gave her his best pleading look.  

"I don’t know, Hugo. You’ve got tons of homework this weekend! And it’s not like you did much today…"  

"Come on, Mom! We won’t stay late! Plus, tonight Jules is finally going to get with Suziiiie."  

Jules shot his brother a death glare.  

"Shut up, Hugo! You’re such an idiot!"  

Lucy smiled, turning to her son.  

"Hmmm, Suzie, huh? You didn’t tell me about her!"  

I defended Jules, who had turned beet red, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.  

"Leave him alone!"  

"Thanks, Ona! You guys are the worst!" Jules said, triggering laughter around the table.  

Hugo turned to me and asked directly:  

"And you, Ona, do you have someone?"  

As direct and blunt as his mother.  

"Uh, no. No one."  

"A beautiful woman like you? Unbelievable!" he exclaimed with a big grin.  

"Hugo! Apologize to Ona!" Lucy scolded, her eyes twinkling.  

"You’re looking at the city’s biggest charmer!" Jules added, raising his eyebrows.  

"Alright, alright! I know I have no chance—I’m too young!"  

I chimed in:  

"Actually, I’m probably just too old for you!"  

Laughter erupted again.  

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The twins left at nine, with a strict midnight return time.  

I joined Lucy on the living room couch, snuggled in her arms.  

"Sorry again for my flirty son," she said, kissing my forehead.  

"He’s a charmer, for sure. You’re in for a parade of admirers! They’re both adorable, though."  

"Just like their mother, what can I say? It’s good that you’re getting to know them better."  

She hugged me tighter.  

"How do you think they’ll react to the divorce?"  

"They already know."  

I lifted my head, surprised.  

"Yes, when I moved here, we told them we’d divorce after the elections. The situation had become ridiculous."  

"And how did they take it?"  

She shrugged.  

"They probably suspected. They were sad, of course, but it went okay. And they know Paul and I have a great relationship; he still visits often."  

I decided to bring up another delicate subject.  

"And how do you think they’d react if they found out you were with a woman?"  

She raised her eyebrows and exhaled.  

"Now that, I don’t know. People say young folks are more open-minded. Jules’ best friend is gay. But between his friend and his mother… I think they’d understand, though. They seem to like you."  

"Hmmm, so I’d be  the woman  then…"  

"Hmmm, I’m torn between you and the dozen women hiding in my closet!"  

I turned, straddling her, and started tickling her sides. She squirmed, trying to regain control.  

We ended up on the Persian rug, me on top of her, almost the same position we’d been in months ago when it all began.  

I smiled at the situation.  

"What’s making you smile?" she asked.  

"Doesn’t this remind you of anything?"  

"You mean the time an architect threw herself at me?"  

"It seems the mayor enjoyed it, even though she was a bit angry after!" I teased. "What did you really think at that moment?" I added.  

"First, I was surprised, even though I wanted it. I didn’t want it to stop, but I was losing control. So, I got up to take it back… and called you a tease!"  

"And what do you think now?"  

My face was just inches from hers.  

"That I want your lips on mine and that I won’t stop you this time."  

"Your wish is my command!"  

I kissed her tenderly.  

[stusbunker]

Spotless: En Cédant

Chapter Twenty Two

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Lee, Bobby, Sam, Annie, Kevin (mentioned)

Word Count: 2541

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, Aromantic Bela, more hints at bisexual Dean, unbeta'd

A/N: Dean's magazine interview is released and he asks a question he regrets.

Series Masterlist

Dean walked into the auditorium they’d been leasing for rehearsals with a gas station coffee and what John would have called a ‘piss-poor’ attitude. Sam had stayed over at Madison’s and gotten his own way to their last pre-tour play through. It was one of those rare mornings where their place felt too big, and Dean couldn’t kick the feeling that something was missing in his daily life. But it was too early for a pity party and too late to turn around and play hookey.

Not that he’d even dare that on this tour, not this close to showtime.

The energy in the hall did little to ease Dean’s annoyance, filled with quiet conspiring. Each person he nodded at seemed to be hiding a smirk or trying not to laugh out loud. Once he got to Lee, he’d had enough.

“Okay, what the fuck is with everybody today?”

Lee shook his head. “You don’t know, you poor bastard. Have you seen Trouble yet?”

“No— whyyyy?” Dean scanned the room littered with roadies and band members, lounging over the stage and the first rows of seats. 

“Look, man, it’s easier to show you than tell you.” Lee reached into his back pocket and pulled out a rolled up magazine, which was not what he was expecting. His sources of embarrassment primarily spread online these days.

But then he looked down and saw his own smug face staring back at him.

“Holy shit,” Dean said in a whisper.

“She’s got like a whole box of these, everybody’s read it or is currently reading it. It’s almost like you’re famous or inspirational or some shit.”

“Some shit is more like it,” Dean muttered and flipped to the page number next to the tagline, ‘Phantom Traveler’s frontman Rides the Road to Redemption’.

“Hey! Get your own!” Lee snatched the magazine out of his hand before he could get past the shot of him in Baby’s driver’s seat, eyebrows furrowed in the side view mirror.

“You sonuvabitch,” Dean threatened and went to steal it back when Bobby appeared with his ruffled mustache of disapproval.

“Okay, Fabio, go find Trouble, she’s got a whole case of those you’re supposed to sign before we get started.”

Dean wiped his face with his palm and braced himself for a long ass day. “Okay, any idea where she is?”

“First dressing room,” Bobby replied. “Don’t take too long, we want to run through some old stuff with Kevin so Charlie can plan out some lightwork with it, then we need to talk setlists for this weekend.”

“Yeah, of course, uh, I’ll be right back,” Dean said, turning to head to the pit. He turned and added over his shoulder. “At least I hope so.”

It was worse than Dean thought, but somehow also better than he’d expected from Meg.

Sam sat backwards on an old makeup stool as he read the article out loud, “‘even his timeless good looks couldn’t save him from the storm of controversy he unleashed after punching out photographer, Jared Bender, alienating his keyboardist and lifelong friend, Cas Novak to the point of leaving the band, and forcing his manager and mentor, Bobby Singer, to cancel their last North American tour with two months left.’”

Sam made a visible ‘yikes’ face and continued on as you listened, moving stacks of magazines around into manageable piles along the counter. 

“‘The man sitting across from me was neither the cocky dipshit I interviewed six years ago, nor was he the unstable egomaniac who caused those around him to walk on eggshells during their last tour. He was oddly zen, blunt as ever, and refreshingly humble.’---- Ha! Christ, did you pay her off?!” 

Dean decided he’d heard enough and cleared his throat. You froze and turned, but Sam just grinned wolfishly at him through the old spotted mirror, completely unsorry about being caught.

“There you are! Hot off the presses, man.” Sam flipped the copy he was reading towards Dean, which he caught against his chest with his free hand.

“Yeah, thanks,” Dean grunted, splashing some of his coffee as he stopped the magazine from falling to the floor. “How bad is it?”

You chuckled. “It’s not— well, for starters, it’s the freakin’ cover! I was not— she was being purposely vague about the whole thing, even which issue it was going to be— I am kind of in shock still.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Dean stared at the cover, unsure if he dared read it with an audience. After the silence got too heavy, he buried his own sick curiosity and looked at you to keep busy. “So, Bobby said you’ve got work for me?”

Dean smiled too late, catching you entirely deflate from his terrible segue.

“Uh— yeah, it’s only 100 copies. We’re sending them out to bundle with tickets for radio stations in every city.”

Dean walked across the small room, set down his coffee beside Sam’s rumpled magazine, and picked up one of the metallic Sharpies you had left out. “You sure they want just me signing these?”

“Dude— none of us are in any of the pictures. And besides just verifying some details, she didn’t interview any of us.”

Dean spun on his heel. “She asked you if I was lying about stuff?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t like that— it was more of her trying to catch you in consistencies.”

Dean raised his eyebrows at how that was exactly what he had said.

Sam huffed and started rambling. “I mean it was about the tone of the album and the cohesiveness. It wasn’t bad, God, okay?!”

“You’re not really reassuring me here, Sammy.”

“Look, I’m gonna go set up.” Sam stood up. “But, we’ll talk it out once you’ve read it, okay? Just get these signed, so we can figure out everything upstairs. Maybe then Bobby doesn’t have an aneurysm.”

“We can only hope,” you tucked on, which took the words out of Dean’s mouth.

Dean nodded, sighed, and popped off the cap of the marker. “Alright, let’s do this.”

Sitting around haphazardly sprawled across the theater seats, the band and immediate support personnel plotted the first stretch of the tour. Dates were set, venues, everything important, but the minutia had to be finalized so everyone knew where to be and when.

“We’re doing in studio stops with stations here and Vegas. But we are doing phone in interviews with San Diego, Phoenix and Albuquerque. We’ll talk more, but I think we’ve got stuff lined up once we hit Texas,” you rattled off to the group, pen in hand, laptop on your lap and phone in hand.

Bobby had his day planner open on his lap and Annie added things into her phone as you went. Dean kept his calendar app open, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary yet. Once the tour got underway, things got easier with the practiced dance, but until then he was jittery and brooding.

He hated the build up, but knew it’d be over soon.

“Dean— we gotta talk later, figure out when Bela will need passes. That goes for everyone, please let me know who you’re bringing each night so I can submit the names to each venue.”

“How is that your job on top of everything else?” Bobby asked.

“You want to do it?” You countered, coyly.

Everyone laughed. Lee threw a balled up receipt at the back of Dean’s head, but he just flipped him off.

“Need to get you an assistant,” Bobby muttered, but Dean didn’t think it was a bad idea. 

The meeting continued, plans for press stops and casual drop ins for the first leg were cemented with your approval. The band’s image meant everything to you, not just because it was your job, Dean knew it was a deep seated loyalty and faith in them, both as individuals and as a unit, a family. You worked harder for them than any mere publicist would. 

And that genuineness came through to the fans. 

Then that respect and admiration was reciprocated. Sure, there were ones who were closer to obsessed than others, but even Becky, the fanclub president, had cooled down over the years. Things might get awkward amongst the masses, but it wasn’t dangerous. And it had been awhile since anybody had asked for a lock of his hair during an autograph session. 

He didn’t miss that.

Dean switched apps and snapped some quick shots of the group from where he sat, dazed and tired from the meeting, but still together and looking good. He typed a quick caption to the post: ‘Can’t wait to see y’all again soon, we’re back baby.’ He even remembered to tag the band’s account before posting. But he knew you’d go through and add hashtags and pin people’s accounts to their faces in each shot, eventually.

For now, he was just grateful that he was still doing what he loved with his people.

Not much later, Bobby called it and everybody agreed to meet at Elizabeth’s. After securing all the equipment and hugging Charlie goodbye, Dean helped you haul the boxes of magazines to Bobby’s truck to be mailed out later.

“You want to ride with us? Got that scheduling stuff to hammer out anyway,” Dean cleared his throat and nodded towards Baby on the far edge of the parking ramp.

“Uh, Sam left with Kevin, but yeah,” you said, looking over to Bobby and Annie. “See you guys there?”

“Sounds good,” Annie said.

“Drive safe,” Bobby warned and held the door open for his wife.

Dean felt weird with his empty hands and you bent over with your bag and your laptop case, but you seemed to manage. “How are you feeling about things? How long we got before shit explodes with that article?”

You hummed in estimation, “about nine hours? East Coast will get to it first so it’s gonna be another early day.” 

“Brutal.”

“It will keep me busy, but it will be a good busy. I’m sure of it,” you promised.

Dean huffed. “If you say so.”

He unlocked the passenger side door and held it open for you, the familiar creak in the hinge the only sound in the cement tomb of the parking garage. But it didn’t feel creepy, it felt nice to be alone and out at night. With you.

He let you drag your stuff into the footwell and made sure not to get your sweater caught in the door as he closed it. He rounded the front bumper and got into his spot. “Alrighty, let’s go get stuck in traffic for an hour.”

You smiled at him, without looking up from swiping through your phone.

“You posted?!” you shrieked in surprise not five minutes later.

“With my own two thumbs and everything,” Dean teased back.

“They are loving this.--- Dean, it’s already got like over a thousand comments.”

Hey, he could do the internet charm, when he wanted to.

“What are they sayin’? They pumped to see us live?” 

“Definitely! And then the usual: speculation on Lee and Pam, people begging you to father their children—” you laugh fondly, like at a child showing off a well known skill. “Kevin is starting to get a sort of following, and the younger crowd brings more enthusiasm. Plus, people are already speculating how long during each set before Sam loses his shirt.”

Dean cackled. “Sweaty bastard, even with all the box fans.”

He pulled them onto the freeway and wedged in where he could amongst the chaos, careful to leave breathing room for his girl.

“When you’re all done with that, we can talk Bela at the shows. I’m guessing you meant you want her backstage and easily seen from the audience and all that?”

“Pretty much, but also what works around what she’s doing. She can’t exactly tour with you guys, but we gotta make it look like she’s doing her damndest to.”

You spent a few minutes going through your notifications while Dean turned up the radio a bit to keep him occupied through the stop and go traffic. Must be a game somewhere, he thought passingly.

“So, uh—- how much longer do you think we gotta do this act? Seems like I’m looking pretty good these days in the eyes of the public. And if you’re sure Meg’s article will be good press—”

You put down your phone and turned on the bench seat to lean your arm along the back of it, putting Dean entirely in your focus. He swallowed and looked back at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Where’s this coming from? I thought it was working out good with Bela?” You were trying for neutral, he could feel it. But you were upset. Or alarmed at least.

“It is— just not really sustainable for the long run. Eventually she’s gonna find somebody she actually wants to date and I’m gonna be gone for like the next year.”

You tilted your head to the side. “Bela’s aromantic, Dean. She isn’t interested in relationships at all.”

“Wait— what? That’s a thing? Chicks do that?”

You glared at him. Shit.

He licked his lips and wiped his palm on the thigh of his jeans. “Okay, but people probably know that, right?”

“Yeah, but people have a way of thinking that eventually she’s gonna meet the right person and ‘settle down’.”

Dean groaned. “Are we playing up a shitty stereotype? Am I being a bad ally?”

You rolled your eyes. “Dean, shut up. You didn’t know, which I find odd, but I’ll talk to Bela about that.---- And we’re not getting graded on your allyship, because frankly that is an entirely different conversation.”

Dean closed his eyes against the accusation but got back into driver mode quick enough to remain safe. He sighed.

“Anyway, I was just curious if there is a timeline or an escape clause or something when the label won’t cut off my nuts for being officially single again.”

You turned back to face the dashboard and picked your phone back up. “I cannot believe you can’t keep it in your pants for one tour, Dean. Groupies and fucking syphilis boosters cannot be that fun.”

Dean swerved, but righted the car. 

“HEY! Nobody said anything about wanting to get my dick wet! I was just asking a question. You don’t gotta be shitty about it.”

Dean swallowed back his retort about not needing easy hook ups because Bela was more than on board for helping fill that particular outlet, but he had already dug himself into a hole tonight.

He inhaled and worked on calming himself down. He realized he was more hurt than anything, that that’s where your mind went for his reasoning. 

That was how you saw him.

He wasn’t a dog, not anymore at least. And if he had been for the few years after Jo’s death, it was something he had to get himself through. He should not feel ashamed for enjoying life. 

But apparently somewhere along the line you’d grown a superiority complex.

Your opinion shouldn’t matter. He only had to answer to himself at the end of the day. But shouldn’t didn’t equal doesn’t.

Which made him feel even more pathetic.

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Chapter 23: Furia

[merwgue]

Okay, but can we talk about how Nesta is so autistic-coded and the Inner Circle is just... completely missing the memo? COMMING FROM AN AUTISTIC PERSON🥳

Look, I’m not saying Sarah J. Maas intended to write Nesta as autistic, but come on. You’ve got a character who struggles with social interactions, needs her own space to recharge, has intense, specific interests (ahem, reading), and who’s constantly being misunderstood by the people around her. If that doesn’t scream autistic-coded, I don’t know what does.

1. Social Interactions? Nope.

Nesta’s social skills (or lack thereof) are a big flag. She’s always being criticized for not fitting in, not behaving “the right way,” or not being all warm and fuzzy with everyone. Sound familiar? People on the autism spectrum often get labeled as “cold” or “aloof” when in reality, they just don’t vibe with the social expectations around them. And what do the Inner Circle do? They constantly expect her to be like them instead of trying to understand her on her terms.

Feyre’s over here like, “Nesta, why are you so difficult?” And Nesta’s probably thinking, “I literally just need some space from all you over-hugging, over-talking, too-much-energy people.” But instead of giving her the tools to communicate or cope better, they just drag her to a cabin in the woods. Sure, lock her up. That'll definitely fix everything.

2. Sensory Overload, Anyone?

Nesta’s reactions to stress and overstimulation are spot-on. The whole time she’s in the Night Court, it’s just noise, noise, noise. Between Feyre’s incessant meddling, Cassian’s loud warrior energy, and Rhysand being... well, Rhysand, it’s like Nesta’s surrounded by sensory overload. So what does she do? She shuts down. Classic move when the world is too much.

But does anyone ask, “Hey, maybe this isn't about her being rude, maybe she’s just overwhelmed?” Nope. Instead, it’s more like, “Nesta’s broken, let’s force her to train and socialize until she magically becomes like us!” Not how it works, guys. Not at all.

3. Obsessions Aren’t Just a “Phase”

Nesta’s love of reading could be seen as a deep special interest, which is a common autistic trait. And yet, what does the Inner Circle do? They act like it’s some sort of escape or avoidance mechanism rather than a source of comfort and grounding for her. Of course she’s going to retreat into books! They make sense, they don’t demand anything from her, and they’re not trying to change her every two seconds.

4. Bluntness? It’s Called Honesty.

Nesta’s “rudeness” is really just brutal honesty. She doesn’t sugarcoat things. And why should she? In her mind, it’s more logical to say things as they are. But the Inner Circle constantly misinterprets this as hostility or coldness. Why? Because they’re all about emotional theatrics, and they just don’t get someone who communicates in a more direct, matter-of-fact way.

5. Let’s Talk About the Whole “Locking Her Up” Thing

So, Rhysand’s big idea for dealing with Nesta is basically to isolate her in a house she doesn’t want to be in and force her to follow his "recovery" plan. Yeah, because forcing someone who is already struggling to conform to your idea of healing works so well. The whole thing feels like they’re punishing Nesta for not fitting their mold. It’s like, “Nesta, you’re not behaving the way we want you to, so we’re going to fix you.” Cue the eye roll.

What They Should’ve Done Instead:

Instead of forcing Nesta to be like them, maybe — just maybe — the Inner Circle should’ve, oh I don’t know, accepted her for who she is? Maybe they could’ve recognized that she doesn’t process the world the same way and that’s okay. Give her the space she needs, stop trying to mold her into their version of “normal,” and for the love of everything, stop treating her like she’s broken just because she’s different.

Maybe Nesta just needs some sensory breaks, a quiet space, and people who actually listen to what she needs. Instead, she gets dragged through the mud, labeled as a problem, and forced into a version of recovery that only works for everyone else.

So yeah, the Inner Circle missed the memo — and that memo was: Nesta’s not the problem; their complete lack of understanding is.

Ty @fenrysmoonbeamswife for the idea!!! I loved your posts pookster

[sabrerine911]

"Sparking romance and timid giants" colored(BG3)

Wanted to do this type of comic for awhile now.

Galmar(my big fighter boi) has been the unbreakable stoic Vampire slayer as a whole but I never managed to explore the absolute disaster of his more social/romantic side.

So when I got into BG3 I saw Karlach as the perfect wholesome person to pair him with, she just has the right blunt energy to contrast his very timid and evasive nature XD

Usually the dynamic I would have is Cerise(sharpshooter lady) and Beth(barbarian lady) being "Wingmen" to him to get him into romance stuff,but I like that in BG3 they are filling in for Karlach instead XD

Plus its kinda hillarious how usually the dynamic is Tav and other 3 companions but in this case its Karlach and 3 "Tavs" XD

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Yandere Sanji, Zoro and Platonic Luffy with Female Tanjiro Reader

She would absolutely compliment and praise Sanji for his cooking, strength and admires him for his kind and empathetic heart (She won’t hesitate to defend him, and even yells at Judge and his brothers that Sanji having emotions makes him perfect and he’s a million times better than them!) she would definitely cook for him and is very affectionate with him asking about his health, if he’s okay and if she can help him with anything (Everyday he keeps falling for her more and more) Sanji also likes Nezuko, and finds her absolutely adorable (Platonically)

With Zoro Reader doesn’t mind his blunt and stoic behavior (She can smell he cares and is a good person) and doesn’t mind sparring with him (He wants to learn her sword techniques, but he’s struggling with the breathing training, making him admire her skill with using something so brutal on her lungs) she admires his dream and tells him she’ll support and help him any way she can so he can reach his goal (Zoro doesn’t mind Nezuko, but was shocked when she grew and shrunk)

As for Luffy, Sunshine with Rubber Sunshine and Little Sunshine (Nezuko), the sibling energy is blinding (Luffy also likes to play with Nezuko and vice versa) and Luffy gets super excited whenever he gets to see her Water Breathing and Hinokami Kagura in action (He gets sparkly eyed at the water and fire dragons, along with Usopp, Chopper, Franky and Brook)

-It had been several months since you arrived in this strange new world, where you and Nezuko became pirates together, joining the Straw Hats.

-You loved your crew, it was more like a family than a pirate crew, you and Nezuko got along with everyone, and you just seemed to fit in with them.

-You did miss your friends from your world, like Inosuke and Zenitsu, but you had a home with the crew here, working hard alongside them, doing whatever you could to help out.

-Luffy was immediately like your big brother, to both you and Nezuko, he was protective of you both, just how he was with the other members of the crew, but he seemed softer on you two.

-Nezuko loved playing with Luffy, and you loved seeing your sister so happy, they were both like sunshine and if you were ever feeling down, all you needed to do was go and spend time with them and you would feel better.

-Luffy adored you, as you would share your food with him, something Sanji would yell at him over, telling him to eat his own portion so you could eat yours.

-Sanji was very affectionate with you, even more so compared to the other girls, as he saw how hard you’ve worked and what a good big sister you are to Nezuko, who loves Sanji to pieces.

-You’re the one who dotes on Sanji a bit more, asking him how he was doing, and if he didn’t seem like he was doing good, you would herd him to the table and you would make him food.

-While you were nowhere near as good a chef as he was, you could make food that’s tasty and when you gave him the pancakes you so carefully prepared just for him, he burst into tears, his face in his elbow as he ugly cried.

-He claimed that your food was the tastiest thing he had ever eaten but your bright red blush was the cherry on top, seeing your shy reaction to his praise.

-Zoro was one you bonded with while training, as you had been doing your best to teach him how to use Total Concentration Breathing, as he wanted to learn your breathing styles, but no matter how hard he pushed himself, he just couldn’t seem to get it.

-However, rather than being upset, he was impressed, in awe over your strength in not only your lungs, but in your body as well, you were shorter than him, petite, but you could kick his ass every time you sparred.

-Zoro liked Nezuko too, he liked to tease her, but learned the hard way with her abilities, changing from her child form to her standard form to her adult form, and she kicked his ass a couple of times.

-You never stopped training, doing what you could around the ship, doing anything you could to train, training against your crew mates who were willing to fight, honing your skills.

-The day you and Luffy went up against a naval fleet, just the two of you, using your Hinokami Kagura and his Elephant Kong Gun, your whole crew was watching, jaws to the floor, eyes bulged, in complete shock.

-Luffy hugged you close, spinning you around which made you squeal lightly before you were laughing, celebrating the win together before Nezuko joined the hug, spinning with you, making you laugh.

-You wouldn’t change this accident, coming to this world, for anything in the world. You’ve never been happier, and your crew wanted to make sure you stayed that way, happy.

[gerbelx2000-blog]

Based on a little convo with @cloud8doesstuff:

In an apartment located in Ichigaya, the villains were fast asleep. Kunikazu Okumura was no exception.

It was a cold yet quiet night. Or at least it was until…

VROOOOLLL

The sound of a rolling object echoed into Kuni’s ear, causing his head to jolt up from his pillow. While his eyes were sealed shut, this did not stop him from wanting to investigate the source of the noise.

He got up, placed his glasses on his face, slipped his feet into his slippers, and with a begrudging mumble, he slowly walked out of the door.

Kuni trudged through the hall way into the kitchen. As soon as he looked past the area as well as the end of the living room, there stood a figure, who seemed to have a familiar green hair and skin tone.

This figure seemed to have been darting from corner to corner of a whiteboard.

He recognized the whiteboard. It was their planner board, one that they use during missions.

It seemed to have now been covered in papers and had the words “KAMOKU Kamoshida x Okumura” and “OKUSHIDO Okumura x Shido” written in black ink.

He then fixed his gaze back at the feminine figure, who was muttering incoherently while scribbling on papers with a pencil.

‘Kunikazu: Wakaba…

Wakaba: WHO’S THERE!

Kuni jolted at the sharp and loud tone of his myopic friend’s voice.

Wakaba squinted and recognized the voice as well as appearance, it was her friend. She then took a deep breath and gained some composure. Wakaba: Oh! Hello, Kuni. Sorry, you gave me quite a scare.

The green-haired individual not only had unkempt hair, but size able bags underneath her eyes. While the tone of her voice was gentle, her smile was manic—crazed—as if she just committed a murder.

But Kuni was brave. He wasn’t just some uptight rich person who was anti-social towards the common folk—not anymore. He was an outcast, and if there’s one thing he learned when being around the Blooming Rogue, outcasts understand and stick together.

He took a deep breath and sighed.

Kunikazu: I…really hope there’s a good reason why you’re up this early…(looks at the white board)What is…this…?

Wakaba: Oh, well, I’m glad you asked. This is my main shipping chart. It’s still in draft.

Kunikazu: Your..what?

Wakaba: That right there is Kamoku and Okushido, Kuni. Can we talk about Kamoku and Okushido? I’ve been dying to talk about Kamoku and Okushido!

Kunikazu: Wakaba…what on EARTH does any of that mean? Also it’s 3 AM! H-have you been drinking coffee or some sort of energy drink at this hour?

Wakaba: See ..I’m currently posting my analytics of the potential romantic pairing between you and Suguru and you and Yoshi.

Those words alone caused his eyes to widen up. Oh boy, here we go again.

Kunikazu: Are you serious?

Wakaba: Uh…YES! Anyways, here’s what I learned. Suguru’s a big softie of the group and isn’t afraid to express his softie emotions. He’s not an uwu uke boy but he is a certified a ray of sunshine. Although, he seems to be a seme as well given how direct he is towards you. Then there’s you…you’re more seme. Since you were the former CEO, you’ve got this wealthy, aristocratic aura. You have connections, blakity blakity blah blah. You’re also more blunt, more direct. You don’t back down from something you want. You don’t take no for an answer. You’re like that one blonde character, Rosanth Cruthaihis III, a suave sophisticated blue suited gentleman who asserts his dominance onto the red haired hot headed protagonist.

Which leads me to another Seme character, our good friend, Yoshi. He’s got big seme energy. Yet when you had a seemingly benevolent conversation and that time when you touched his chest, it was almost like his inner beast was tame. He seemed more affectionate towards you, smiling and what not…and blah blah blah blah.

While she was blathering away about her ships, Kunikazu Okumura’s brain was racing, deciphering every sentence that flew from her mouth into his brain. Try as he might, his fatigue only blocked him from analyzing anything. All he could think of was…him in a relationship. Wakaba: Anyways, what do you think…

Kunikazu: I think…my brain just broke.

Wakaba: Once you get into writing and reading fanfics and BL manga, you’ll understand. ‘He paused. Though he had plenty of beefs with Wakaba, they were not ones that should result in outright vehemence. It was just idiotic yet harmless.

Kunikazu: You…*SIGH* This is just absurd. First of all, Suguru has the personality of a giant golden retriever puppy. He’s got ADHD and is very gregarious. The man’s already in a relationship with Jojo. He may be loyal to us, but even he shows restraint.

Wakaba didn’t say anything. Just looked at the whiteboard and gave a nervous nod and a hum.

Kunikazu: And secondly, you need to understand…the idea of having someone like me into a relationship with anyone…IS ABSURD at its finest. Even for you, this is low.

Wakaba: I KNOW! I—AAARG! My brain! I’m not FORCING you to date someone. I’m just…I’m giving you opportunities that may be right for you. Besides, even if Kamoku doesn’t work, there’s always OkuShido.

Familiar Male Voice: Ha! Good luck shipping me with anyone!

The two turned around to see yet another myopic man. This time being a bald one dressed in eggshell white colored silky pajamas with a black v-line reaching towards his abdomen. The duo recognized this man as Masayoshi Shido, former prime minister of Japan.

Masayoshi: Try as you might, any courtship involving me would just fizzle out the moment it was kindled. I mean, you should see how things turned out with Akechi’s mother. I mean, this isn’t a slow burn in fluff ridden fanfics.

Wakaba: Yeah, well *GASP!*You..read my fanfiction.

Silence echoed throughout the room. This was a shock, even Okumura. Has Yoshi ever taken a liking to such things?

Masayoshi:(curt while blushing) I…have taken some sort of…liking to your work. While it has some grammatical errors, it’s not atrocious compared to Lakeside Holiday.

Wakaba:(rolls eyes) UGH! The one that tried to be Fifty Shades of Black and yet became somehow worse?

Masayoshi: That one. You’re a competent writer, it’s no wonder you became a scientist. And I would like to discuss more about future chapters of your fanfiction.

Her eyes beamed with delight as her warmest smile reached from cheekbone to cheekbone.

Wakaba: EEE! YES! I would love too.

Masayoshi: Splendid. How about we start off with Chapter 5, the second time Lord Haudtoff and Count Orbek met each other. Wakaba: Ooo! That one is by far one of my fav!

As he continued talking, Masayoshi motioned his hand behind his back to Kuni, signaling him to go.

With that, Kuni fast walked his way towards to the door that was on the left side of the hallway and second one left of Wakaba’s. He then slipped in and silently closed the door.

He then collapsed onto the bed in utter bliss, knowing full well, the chaotic beast was tamed by reluctant hero, Masayoshi Shido.

He closed his eyes and began to smile in his sleep.

Honestly, he was just glad Shido joined the team, not only was he now an outcast, but also perfect to deal with Wakaba’s fanfic ramblings.

Kuni could finally get some sleep.

And hopefully, this means Wakaba will get plenty of sleep.

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Hope you enjoyed it.

[aquz]

HEYYAAA! I SAW THAT YOU WANTED PROJECT SEKAI REQUESTSSSS SOOOO I WANTED TO REQUEST;

Akito, Ena and Nene (separately) with a reader that is shy at first but the more you get to know them, they are more flirty and likeee hyperactive!

TRUE COLORS !

gender neutral reader, platonic or romantic, that's literally it to be honest • reader warms up to the project sekai characters and shows their true personality

AKITO SHINONOME -

at first you reminded him of kohane, so he wasn't all too surprised if you ended up becoming (or just turning out to be) a different kind of person. your shyness either annoyed him or made him excited to tease you, but the more you two hung out made him realize what he signed up for. you were absolutely off the walls. you talk a mile a minute about things you like when before you rarely said a word when talked too! akito doesn't mind the change, at least now he can be more... himself around you. now he knows you aren't timid and shy, he can be his blunt self with you and actually have some fun. as for the flirting, i feel like akito would be very deadpan about it, especially if it's something cheesy. though, in a certain mood like whenever akito finishes a show or practice, he will flirt back because he feels most confident at these times! who knows, maybe you'll be the flustered one?

ENA SHINONOME -

much like her brother, she was probably slightly annoyed at how you had a bit of trouble talking, but didn't go out of her way to make a big deal of it. of course she probably understood why you felt shy - she is a part of a music group where mental health plays a huge role in things. but when you got closer, it was like having another mizuki. you would always ask to hang out at the mall or around the city just to run around the streets and act childish - energetic as always. she felt almost like she had to buy one of those child harnesses to put on you. she likes to reply sarcastically to your flirting but hey - deep inside, a part of her really enjoys it! ... and so does her followers! you are definitely a reoccurring guest on her socials, if you let her post you!

NENE KUSANAGI -

you two liked to chill backstage at the wonder stage at first, enjoying your not-so-awkward silences. you both were shy so there was no issue between you two, which was really lovely! of course, with nene growing less shy, you did also! now you kind of remind her of emu, which is nice when she needs a bit of energy but kinda sucks when she.. you know, has been dealing with emu and tsukasa's loud voices all day. it's okay, she still loves you! you're rather fun to have around and you also make gaming so much more funny, no matter the game! your reactions to whatever happens are so absolutely hilarious to her because they're so dramatic! when you flirt to her, she wants to respond with a flirt of her own but she just freezes and gives you a funny face which makes it look like you traumatized her. she will be asking rui for pointers on how to flirt and hope that he wasn't joking. that would really scar her for life.