#anyways i finally replied woohoo

[jkgnggj]

AH I FORGOT TO REPLY TO THE POST AFTER WORK WOOPSIE SORRY MEOW MEOW !

Anyways ur SOOO RIGHTTT !!! Miko def has like whole photo albums in her gallery just dedicated to her friends. One for Chiyo pics and one for Mera pics and one for TERU pics and then one for the psychickers. The only reason she doesn't have a separate one for saiki is bc he never lets himself get pictures taken unless they're in a group in public and he can't get out of it without using his powers. But most of the time the photos he's in are awful bc he ends up moving last minute and ends up looking like some blurry monster and he likes it that way like hell yeah I'm not gonna be perceived today bitches !

Chiyo pics are always somehow like God awful in her eyes she thinks she's so like not photogenic and that every angle of hers is a bad angle she's always criticizing the pics and making Miko take multiple over n over and deleting them n stuff (which she never does bc she thinks Chiyo slays in all of them). And sometimes Chiyo will let loose a lil and end up playing this lil photo game with Miko where they have to make the ugliest silliest faces on purpose for the pic and it's all fun and silly until Miko tries making a photo collage of Chiyo for her birthday to share it with all their friends and it's just silly photos of her nostrils flared and eyes crossed ☠️ poor Chiyo is horrified but nobody even cares how silly she looks thankfully. ALSO THEY DO THAT GIRL THING WHERE THEY STEAL EACH OTHERS PHONES TO TAKE A BUNCH OF RANDOM CONSECUTIVE PICTURES OF LIKE THEIR FOREHEADS FACE EYES CHIN CEILING FEET LEGS ETC LIKE ANYTHING AROUND THEM JUST TO SPAM THEIR CAMERA ROLLS

As for Touma, let's just say if u thought Saiki looked like some blurry monster then ud be horrified by Touma pics bc somehow he's always looking at the camera and some fucking how there's always some kind of creepy shadow on his face or his eyes are dull and lifeless and he quite literally looks unsettling. Funny thing is u'll never catch him accidentally blinking in any of the pictures either somehow... Don't ask how.

As for Tori, he likes making the ugliest and silliest poses imaginable and is completely unashamed in fact he thinks it makes him look cooler too. He unironically does a duck face and double peace sign (like the fucking bisexual loser he is) and he purposefully makes that fuck boy face where u bite ur lip and wink and put your hand up to your chin ugh Miko actually is so annoyed yet amused when he pulls that shit. It's so fucking overdone and yet she never grows tired of seeing him pull that shit bc it's so fucking hilarious for some reason. But at least she can count on him to be unafraid to make the silliest ugliest faces ever. It's funny bc sometimes she just has him smile or like be natural and then ends up criticizing his ugly expression and when she shows the photo to him he's like "I wasn't making a funny face tho" and she's like woops never mind guess thats just ur face 🤭 and he's like HEY ! all indignantly. And ur so right that he takes a bunch of photos at first he's like reluctant and acts so annoyed when Miko forces him to take selfies of her but then he gets into it bc 1 he gets Mikos permission to eye her up he'll take any excuse and 2 he actually likes taking photos and finding the right angle and lighting like damn he absolutely loves seeing Miko look stunning in the photos he takes and praise him like it makes him so happy it makes the photoshoot more enjoyable. He takes pics bc Touma probs has really Shakey hands and all his photos are a lil blurry or he takes very like serious shots that aren't dynamic enough for Miko they just got different sense of tastes and styles yk and kusuo refuses to be a camera man so the job falls on Tori automatically. But the psychickers all have fun taking pics eventually and love each other's faces and expressions bc they're so different <3

aiura def has a photo wall with hundreds of pics of her and her friends..

everyone is in a few but its mostly the psychickers and chiyo...

[makkir0ll]

setting the past (part one/ prologue)

ukai x reader.

wc: 837

synopsis: you coach a volleyball team, one of the best in the country known for having mostly recruited players. you take pride in the fact that you have led your team to win a national championship title. And with the news of the rising team karasuno, your interest is piqued, mainly because that was your old school. you had known that they were nicknamed the "fallen crows" and such, so hearing about their fast improvement you decide you want to see it for yourself. you call up the school and takeda picks up. you organize a practice match for later that week.

but what you don't realize is that their coach is your highschool ex.

a/n: woohoo finally finished part one of idk how many. i haven't written since my wattpad days and i have so many good ideas for this fic so i hope y'all enjoy this. i just need to like collect my thoughts and put them in order because thinking about the plot my brain goes like 100 mph but then when i actually have to write it, suddenly im illiterate.

anyways enjoy this!!

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Once practice concluded, and the clatter of equipment being stowed away subsided, the Karasuno boys formed a line in front of Ukai and Takeda, anticipating any last-minute announcements before dispersing.

".. and make sure you're eating well and getting enough rest. That's all I have to say for today," Ukai stated firmly, his arms crossed as he surveyed the team.

Takeda cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the eager players. "Yes, indeed. I know this is short notice, but the coach from Kozue Highschool reached out for a practice match later this week, and I accepted."

"HUH?" The boys chorused in a mix of surprise and excitement. A practice match against the reigning national champions was unexpected, to say the least.

"Didn't they win nationals last year?" Daichi questioned, his brows furrowing with intrigue.

"Did they? I'm not sure but you know more than I do." Takeda replies with a smile. "But apparently, their coach is an alumna of Karasuno," He glances at Ukai. "Y/N, I believe? Do you know her? She might be from the same graduating class as you"

Ukai's reaction to your name didn't escape notice. He knew exactly who you were—the pride of Japan's under-19 women's team and, to add a twist, his high school sweetheart.

"Yeah, I know her," Ukai replied, turning to the players. "That means this won't be an easy match. Not only because Kozue is a national champion, but also because Y/N is coaching them. She was- is one of the best womens volleyball player. So think expect nothing less from her team. Be prepared to face some formidable opponents."

"WOW! A NATIONAL CHAMPION TEAM! I CAN'T WAIT TO PLAY WITH THEM!" Hinata exclaimed, his excitement palpable. "I won't lose to them!"

"Yeah, me neither," Ukai thought to himself, his expression unreadable.

After practice, as the Karasuno third years made their way home, Suga couldn't help but bring up the tension surrounding Ukai and you.

"So, Y/N is definitely Coach's ex, right?" Suga prodded, casting a knowing glance at his companions.

"Oh, absolutely," they agreed. They continued to discuss the possibilities as they walked home.

Ah, the history between you and Ukai. It was a tale of high school romance, filled with shared lunches, mutual support at games, and stolen moments in the clubroom. But graduation day shattered those dreams, as Ukai chose to explore college life, leaving you heartbroken and struggling to move on.

But some wounds never truly heal. Ukai remained a lingering presence in your thoughts, the memory of him etched into your heart as your first love, your first heartbreak.

Little did you know the storm brewing ahead as you prepared for the practice match against your alma mater, Karasuno Highschool.

The bus ride back to Miyagi was quiet, your team fast asleep behind you. As the bus slowed to a halt, you felt a surge of excitement—the familiarity of your hometown, the anticipation of facing your old school.

Karasuno High. The memories flooded back as you recognized the school's facade. Your stomach churned with excitement and nerves as you led your team off the bus.

"...twelve, thirteen, fourteen, yep! That's everyone," you counted, gently tapping your players as they stumbled out of the bus, still half-asleep.

"Why are we playing at a school two hours away again?" Haru, your team captain, yawned.

"Because, one, I used to go here back in the day, and two, I heard they're really good now. I'm excited to see what they look like. It'll be good practice," you explained, walking into the school towards the old gym where you spent multiple late nights after practice. you hear the familiar sound of volleyballs hitting the ground grow louder the more you walk toward the ajar door.

But what you didn't anticipate was a volleyball hurtling towards your face. Instinctively, you raised your arms, but it never struck you. A familiar figure stood beside you, his presence startling.

Ukai Keishin.

You were at a loss for words. It couldn't be him. Yet, there he was, saving you from a potential injury.

"Hinata, you can't be receiving like that!" Ukai's voice cut through the air, snapping you back to reality. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

"What are you doing here?" you managed to ask, your tone sharp, eyes narrowed.

"What does it look like, Y/N?" he retorted with a teasing smirk. "Same reason you're here, I suppose."

You couldn't believe your luck—running into your high school ex at a crucial moment. Hoping to avoid any further interaction, you turned away and made your way to your team.

"Thank you for having us here," you bowed to the Karasuno team, your voice steady despite the turmoil within. As you started stretching with your team, your mind raced, your gaze occasionally drifting to Ukai. Your usual composure faltered, and your team couldn't help but notice.

This practice was shaping up to be far more challenging than you had hoped.

[jajasmiinee]

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PREGNANCY REVEAL - MATT STURNIOLO

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warnings : fluff, kissing, cringe, swearing, bad grammar

english is not my first language so i'm terribly sorry if there's any english error

y/n

matt

chris

nick

enjoyyy !

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today it's the triplets birthday and they're going to film a car video, which they invited you to join. of course you joined. but there's some birthday present for them, especially Matt

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You and Matt are in the back seat, while Nick's at the driver seat and Chris's of course at the passenger seat.

"So our birthday is tomo- oh! i mean today! happy birthday for us! Woohoo!" Nick says happily after seeing the date, 1st august

"Happy birthday guysss!" You wishes them, giving them a tight hug

"Thanks y/n" Chris pat your head slowly, he's like a brother to you. And that makes you smiles so softly at Chris

"Thanks love" "Of course sweetheart" Matt winks at you, making you giggles

"So thank you guys for wa-" Nick's words were cut off by you "Oh wait wa-" "Bitch why am i getting cut every single time in this video" Nick groans "Well maybe you deserves it" Chris rolls his eyes. "Quit it! Anyways, i have a surprise for you guysss" You smiles happily as you took out 3 medium size boxes

"Oh really?" Matt was quite shocked "Why? You don't want em?" "No no i would love too!" Matt quickly take one of the boxes as he sees your eyes filled with rage when he suddenly say such a thing "Haha! Thank you y/n! This is so sweet of you!" Chris eyes sparkle when he got his box. "Wait can i open it now?" Matt ask "No no wait!"

"okay, 3..2..1 !" You and Matt count down, the triplets were excited to open them "Oohh what is this..?" Chris ask in confusion when he saw a positive pregnancy test in his box. The time froze a little when all of the guys trying to process the information.

"Wait..!" Matt eyes widen, looking dead in your eyes. It seems like Matt's the fastest to absorb the situation. "Hihi!" You chuckles softly as Nick and Chris also looking at you with widen eyes. "Are you fucking pregnant?!" Nick ask, half shouting. "What do you guys think?" You raised an eyebrow playfully

"I'm going to be a father?!" Matt hold your hands with a bright smile on his face "Yes silly!" You laughed "We're going to be a uncle?!" Nick says, looking excitedly at Chris "Holly shit! What in the fucking world?!" Chris laugh with tears in his eyes. "This is not fake right? This is not some sort of pranks right?" Matt still in denial, still so shocked "Noo! I'm officially preg-" your words were cut off when matt pulls you in a passionate kiss, making you giggles between kisses

"Chris! We're going to be some bitches uncle!" Nick shouted at Chris, not in a angry way but excited way. "And Matt's going to be a dad!" Chris replied happily "Hahaha!" You laugh when Matt finally pull the kiss away. "I-i'm going t-to be a dad" Matt cried, covering his face with his hands. "Awwwhh matt! Don't cry!" Nick pat matt back softly.

"This is the best birthday present ever!" Chris shows the camera the pregnancy results, showing the two lines saying that's positive. "Look guys! So cute!!"

"Alright guys! Thanks for watching! We love you and happy Friday!!" All of you wave at the camera and at the very last second of the video, matt suddenly pull you into another soft kiss, hearing some of Nick and Chris groans

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Comments

"Damn, Matt crying's making my heart melt"

"The way you all so happy about it it just so.. ARRRGGGGHH! 🥹🥹"

"I swear the baby going to have the best mom, dad and uncles ever! 💗💗"

"The baby is so lucky to have you all as a family"

"I just know that the baby's gonna learn to swear by the age of 3 years old because Nick and Chris teaching her 😂"

"Wish you all the best y/n and matt"

"Congratulations for your family ❤️❤️"

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i know this is short i'm sorry i don't have any motivation to do anything rn

love you all, have a very nice day. remember to always love yourself okay? 💗💗

[soloroomies]

lifemate (Chapter 6/ Sakusa x f!reader)

summary: the night of your wedding and the month after word count. 2.5k cw. marriage pact au, fluff, suggestive a/n. if you want to be added to the taglist, please just send me ask!♡ and... i love cutie patootie kiyoomi •ᴗ• Masterlist

Your wedding has finally come to an end. The guests are saying their goodbyes to you and Kiyoomi. Most of the wedding guests are family and friends, although there are also some of your coworkers and Kiyoomi's teammates from MSBY and the national volleyball team. The only ones staying at the hotel are you, Kiyoomi, and both of your parents.

Before heading home, Komori, who also served as Kiyoomi’s groomsman, comes over to bid farewell. He raises both hands and exclaims, “You guys!” Then, he half-whispers, “I’m so happy you both decided to do this. Just go with the flow, eventually, everything will fall into place.” You furrow your brows, not quite understanding his words. “What??” you ask. But he brushes you off, “Anyway! Does this mean our meetups will be me third wheeling you both?!” You roll your eyes at this. Komori grins, “I’ll just invite my wife along!” Kiyoomi responds, “Of course, you can do that.” Komori cheers, “Woohoo!” You exchange glances with Kiyoomi and mouth to him, “I think he’s drunk.” Kiyoomi scoffs at that.

Next, Tami comes up to you both, hugging you and offering her congratulations. “You look so beautiful, I’m fucking crying, you know?!” she says. You laugh and thank her. She then turns to Kiyoomi, “Treat her right, okay?” emphasizing the word ‘treat’ while winking. You groan, “Stop, will you?!” She chuckles and hands you what seems to be a goody bag. As you observe it, you realize it’s a gift. You hug her once more. Tami adds, “Please open it and give me an honest review!” You squint your eyes at her words but then thank her again before she leaves.

After saying goodbye to a few more guests, the last ones are your bridesmaids. You thank them profusely and the four of you share a group hug before they finally leave. Now, it’s just you, Kiyoomi, and your parents.

Kiyoomi’s mother approaches you. “Take a good rest, okay? Both of you.” she smiles and squeezes Kiyoomi’s hand. Then, she turns to you and gently caresses the side of your head. “Okay?” she asks again. Kiyoomi nods. You smile reassuringly and answer, “Okay.” You look behind his mom and notice that both of your parents and Kiyoomi’s father are still sitting at the dinner table, waving their hands. You take Kiyoomi’s hand and approach them to excuse yourselves, which they nod enthusiastically. 

You and Kiyoomi will have a room together. For obvious reason. So, you head to your room together, carrying the wedding gifts you received. 

You step inside your hotel room, a spacious suite with a large living room. Your suitcases are already there. The living room is decorated with soft, warm lighting from the lamps, and rose petals are scattered around, giving it a romantic ambiance. You slip out of your heels and groan, feeling the relief in your feet. Kiyoomi follows behind you.

As you enter the room, you notice the rose petals on the bed and giggle. Kiyoomi looks at you quizzically. “What?” he asks. 

“Nothing. This is just so cute,” you reply, smiling at him.

He hesitates before saying, “You can take the room. I’ll just sleep on the couch.”

You respond quickly, “Don’t be ridiculous!” You don’t want to make him sleep on the couch. There’s no harm in sleeping together on the bed. Unless… is it a problem for him? Leaning on the door, you ask, “Omi, is there a problem? The couch is too small for you. It’s better if I’m the one who sleeps there.”

Kiyoomi looks uncomfortable. “Please don’t. It’s just…” He seems hesitant, so you wait for him to continue. “I just never share a bed with anyone.”

You raise your eyebrows in surprise. “What? I thought you used to have sleepovers with Komori?”

Kiyoomi scratches his head, looking slightly embarrassed. “Uh, he kinda just sleeps in the other room.”

Okay. So, he really values his personal space. You sigh. “Okay, I’ll take the couch then.”

Kiyoomi shakes his head. “No. Please. I’ll take it.”

You insist, “Omi, seriously, look at that couch. It’s small. There’s no way you could sleep comfortably there!” 

The two of you argue for a few minutes until Kiyoomi finally sighs in resignation. “Okay. Let’s just sleep on the bed.”

You’re silent for a moment, not wanting to overstep his boundaries. “Omi, I don’t know. I don’t want to force you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”

Kiyoomi gently takes your hand. “No, please. Let’s just sleep on the bed.”  His touch is reassuring, and you both walk inside the room. 

After that, you start to remove your makeup and change into your pajamas—a silky short-sleeve button-up and matching shorts. You wait your turn to use the bathroom to brush your teeth, wash your face, and apply skincare. A few moments later, Kiyoomi is done. Your eyes widen when you see him shirtless, wearing only his black shorts for sleep. Damn, his body is really the embodiment of years playing volleyball. You quickly look away, not wanting him to catch you ogling. 

“Oh. You’re done,” you say, your voice cracking slightly, making you want to slap your face.

“Yeah,” he answers.

When you come out of the bathroom, you thank God to see that he has put on a shirt. Before sleeping, you suggest opening the wedding gifts together in the living room, and he agrees. Most of the wedding gifts are small and cute home decor items, like candles and picture frames. You stack the gifts on the table, then glance at Kiyoomi, who is reading a note from one of the gifts with furrowed brows. 

You take a look at the gift and are surprised to see a white piece of lacy lingerie. Quickly snatching the box from his lap, you notice the bag. Of course, it’s Tami’s gift. Kiyoomi looks at you with a confused expression. 

“Can I see the note?” you ask.

He hands you the note obediently. It reads, ‘have fun strutting your stuff in this lingerie! pls give me a review of how he reacts!! xoxo’

You cover your face, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I’m sorry. She’s always like that.”

Kiyoomi just stares at you. Shit. His lack of response leaves you flustered and unsure of what to say next.

After that embarassing moment, you finish unpacking the last box and head to the bed. As you lay down and take your side of the bed, you feel a tad bit awkward, never having been in this position with him before. You glance at Kiyoomi, who is lying on his back with both hands on his stomach, staring at the ceiling. Your eyes catch the glint of the wedding ring on his finger, reminding you of a question you've been meaning to ask.

"Hey," you say softly.

He turns his head towards you. "Hm?"

"I've been wondering, when did you buy the ring?"

"Huh?" he responds, sounding slightly confused.

"The wedding ring that you gave me when we were planning this last month."

"Oh. I think around New Year's," he replies.

"Like, exactly on the 1st of January?" you ask, curious.

He hums in confirmation.

"Don’t tell me you bought it as soon as the reminder you set appeared?" you laugh incredulously.

"I did, actually," he admits.

You laugh, "You’re really something else."

"What if I’d been dating someone else?" you tease him.

"No, you weren’t," he says with certainty.

"What? Don’t be so sure! You don’t know!" you start to playfully kick him, annoyed at his confidence.

"I do know for sure. I asked Komori. That’s when I told him about our plan," he reveals.

You recall Komori inquiring about your love life when Kiyoomi wasn't around. You chuckle at his response and glance at the ring on his finger. "Can I see that?"

He notices you looking at his ring and moves closer, extending his hand to you. You compare his ring with yours, seeing how perfectly they match.

"These rings are beautiful," you say, admiring the way they catch the moonlight streaming in through the open curtains.

"You know, I kinda miss your mom. It’s been a while since we saw each other," you mention, turning your head to him and catching him already looking at you.

"I know, she always asks about you. She really likes you," Kiyoomi replies.

"And you never told me that she asks about me." You squint your eyes at him playfully.

He actually smiles, "Yeah, sorry about that."

After a bit more conversation, you both start to feel sleepy. You roll onto your respective sides of the bed, having some distance in between. Only to find both of you sleeping so close to each other in the morning. 

It’s been about a month since your marriage, and all of your belongings have been moved to Kiyoomi's apartment. You have a room for yourself, bigger than your previous one. Apart from moving out, one of the striking changes you feel is how people react to you. The news of your marriage has spread, and you can see it on social media. Not fond of being the center of attention, you made your Instagram private, avoiding unknown comments on your posts. At work, people from different divisions also try to peek into your room, whisper as you pass by, or stare at you for too long in the elevator. It’s a bit unsettling, but you know it’ll pass.

Despite the external commotion, adjusting to life with Kiyoomi has been pleasant. Living with him feels like having the best roommate you could ask for, making you sometimes forget that you're actually married to him. Every morning, you wake up around the same time. His apartment has two bathrooms, so there’s never a problem there. True to his nature, Kiyoomi is exceptionally clean and diligent in keeping the apartment tidy. While you’re not messy, you’re definitely not as meticulous as he is. His cleaning skills are a welcomed part of the chore division.

You take on most of the cooking, though not all the time. Occasionally, you both decide to order takeout. The idea of you cooking is mostly because you want healthier food consumed for both of you. You always ask about his diet plan and adjust the meals accordingly, constantly seeking his honest feedback. So far, there have been no complaints; he finishes everything on his plate.

Sundays are your designated grocery shopping day for the month. The arrangement for who pays for groceries has been completely ignored by Kiyoomi. Despite your attempts to take turns paying, he insists on covering the cost, leading to arguments at the cashier if you don't back down.

You’ve also let go of all your side jobs, giving you more free time than you’ve ever had. Kiyoomi, on the other hand, has been busy with his schedule. The volleyball season is nearing, and he’s been practicing a lot and also doing a few interviews with his team.

Tonight is Friday night, and you’re sitting in the living room, reading a novel recommended by a friend but haven’t read it until now because you used to be so hectic with work. Dinner is already prepared, and you’re feeling relaxed when you hear the apartment door open, signaling Kiyoomi's return.

"Hey," you greet him with a smile as he walks in.

"Hey," he replies hoarsely. Upon closer inspection, you notice that he looks paler than usual, his cheeks are flushed, and he seems more exhausted than ever. You immediately get up and approach him as he heads to the kitchen to wash his hands.

"Are you okay?" you ask with concern.

"I'm fine, just a bit of a cough," he replies, but you observe his forehead glistening with sweat despite the chill in the room. Instinctively, you press your hand to his cheek, making his eyes widen.

"No, you’re not. You’re burning, Omi," you say firmly.

"I can’t be sick; tomorrow is a practice match," he frowns, looking frustrated with himself.

"But you can’t be playing like this," you counter. "Let's get you more comfortable."

You guide him to the couch, feeling the heat radiating from his body. Heading back to the kitchen, you prepare some tea with honey and lemon, knowing the soothing warmth always helps when you are sick. While the kettle boils, you grab a bottle of water and bring it to him. "You need to stay hydrated," you reminded him gently, helping him take a few sips. Back in the kitchen, you scoop the food you made earlier. Luckily, you made fish soup. It will feel nice for his sore throat.

Returning with the tea and a couple of fever-reducing tablets, you instruct, "Here, drink this and take these." He complies, too tired to argue, and you watch as he slowly sips the warm liquid, the steam rising to soothe his congested sinuses. 

You sit beside him, holding his hand and gently rubbing circles on his skin with your thumb. "Please, just rest, okay? If you’re lucky, you could be healthy by Monday. But if you keep forcing yourself, this could get worse." He just stares weakly at you, saying nothing.

As the night wears on, you take him to his room. Realizing you’ve never been inside his room before, you take in the tidy, mostly plain decor with black as the dominant color and a few brown accents. Volleyball gear is organized in the corner, and his desk holds pictures of his winning moments in matches, including a photo of you, him, and Komori at your high school graduation. You smile at the memory.

You make sure the blankets are adjusted properly as he mumbles, "I need to get better," frustration clear in his voice.

"You'll get there. Just rest now. Your body needs time to heal," you reassure him.

He mumbles something you can’t quite hear, so you ask, "Hm?"

"I want to practice," he repeats. You giggle at his stubbornness, noting that he’s more talkative than usual, likely due to the fever. He continues, "I want to practice and train, paying attention and succeeding until the day I play my last game."

You realize how dedicated Kiyoomi is to his work, which explains why he is one of the best volleyball players in the country. You’ve always admired his dedication and felt proud of his progress since the day you met him. Feeling a surge of warm emotion, you take his hand and gently run your fingers through his hair.

"Omi, you’ll get better. Accidents happen no matter how well you prepare; there’ll always be something unexpected," you say softly. He stares at you weakly as you continue, "Please, just rest for now. Let me take care of you, and let’s hope the fever will subside soon."

He closes his eyes as you run your hand through his hair. Then, he squeezes your hand and says, "Okay."

"Okay," you echo, smiling at him. "I’m always so proud of you, Omi," you add, your voice filled with sincerity. You both hold hands and stare at each other for a while. Until you say, "I’ll let you sleep. I put the water here." You get up, pressing your hand one last time to his forehead to check his fever. He nods at you in acknowledgment.

In the morning after you wake up, the first thing you do is check on him. Tiptoeing into his room, you feel relieved and glad to see that his fever has started to subside, and his breathing seems more relaxed.

Taglist: @wolffmaiden @yunskook

[midnight-pluto]

COFFEE: PG.07 — Red Robin (yum~)

COFFEE: Tim Drake x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: Tim meets a barista that gives him what he needed most — a large coffee with way to many shots of espresso. Though what happens when just a single action changes the other's life, forever?

coffee master list || prev. || next || SPECIAL!!

MONDAY, APRIL 3 2023 - 11:42 PM

“Hello, do you want a macaron?” you ask Cardinal Red Robin.

“How’d you know?”

“Because I saw your reply to our announcement on Twitter?”

“Are you stalking my account?” The hero quickly shot back, “That’s a bit weird if you ask me.”

“I don’t stalk your account-“

“It’s giving, obsession if you ask me,” the starting to get annoying hero interjects.

“What’s there to be obsessed about?” you retort, “Besides, I’m the one behind the twitter account.”

“That makes sense regarding the tweet about a customer named Herald Sox.”

“Oh no that wasn’t me, that was my ex-coworker.”

“Ex-coworker?”

“They got fired after publicly announcing for some patrons to never come back after they were being rude to staff,” you explain.

“Oh.”

“Anyways, what do you want?”

“Oh right can I have a dozen macarons, with 6 of the me specials and the others being Spoiler Special, and one black coffee with eight shots of espresso,” he replies.

‘How familiar…’

“To go I assume?”

“No to eat in the next 12 minutes until the cafe closes, of course to-go.”

“I will not hesitate to make a hate thread about you,” you deadpan.

“Didn’t you already do that?” the caped crusader questioned, head turned at a 15° angle.

“No that was me being polite,” you sigh, “$17.78 is your price.”

After he swiped his card you immediately started to get to work on his sad espresso.

“Yo losers where you at?” Cardinal Red Robin asked over comms, “I have your food.”

“Me and Orphan are by Hood’s favorite gargoyle,” Spoiler spoke.

“Her name is Heather, for your information.”

“Aw what the fuck! I’m on the other side of the city,” Nightwing complained.

“Sounds like a skill issue to me,” Spoiler teased.

“Fuck off.”

“Me and Robin will be there in a minute,” a deep voice interjects.

“Loser has to do the splits by the way!”

“Oh hell nah I ain’t doin that shit nuh-uh no way,” Hood said accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps and wind.

“Yeah, ah-ha see, I ain’t tryin’ to get made fun of on Twitter again so glad your taking the downfall B!”

“What?”

“Father, you can’t do the splits?”

“…”

“Mother really over exaggerated your abilities,” Robin clicked his tongue.

“I used to-“

“The keyword being: ‘used to.’ I can do the splits.”

“No shit dickhead, you’re literally an acrobat,” Hood retorts, “And… I’m back together with Heather.”

“You have an ex named Heather?” Spoiler questioned.

“No the gargoyle dumbass, get with the program.”

“Oh.”

One by one, members of the family arrived with Nightwing ( predictably) being the last to come.

“Alrighty dump truck, do the splits!” Hood exclaimed, pointing at the blue clad hero like in that one objection meme.

“Do it! No balls!” Spoiler challenged.

Doing a few stretches before hand - leading to some delicious cracking noises emitting from his body - he finally dropped down and did the splits.

“Woohoo!”

“Alrighty food time!” Nightwing cheered, getting up from his splitting position.

“Finally, y’all took to long,” Red Robin said with a yawn.

“You should’ve taken a nap,” Hood teased.

“Yeah I was seriously considering it,” he replies, taking a bite out of a Red Robin macaron, humming in delight.

‘I should visit there more often.’

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[biohazard-anon]

second part woohoo

Edit: whoops I posted this on the wrong blog!

Summary: The blood angels head to the nearby astartes base.

content warning: none

(check pinned post for masterlist)

Authors note: sorry for the abrupt ending, I could not figure out how to end it for the life of me! Anyways, hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 2

"That would be great thank you so much, bye." You hang up your phone to the local base then head to the bathroom to brush your teeth and grab your meds.

As you go to grab your water bottle and keys you start to hear what sounds less like knocking and more like someone banging an armored fist on the door.

"Alright i'm coming hold your horses!"

You take a deep breath to calm yourself before going to open the door. You open it and find yourself standing in front of the smaller marine that had tried to grab you.

"You're not gonna try to grab me again are you?"

You ask with a sarcastic tone while crossing your arms. He points to himself then to you and finally in the direction of the pod.

You make a shooing motion with your hands. As he backs up and turns around you go to follow him back to the pod.

You see the other blood angel already talking to your neighbor's salamander, Kel'ath.

"Hello Kel." You say to the primaris captain.

"Hello Jude, good news or bad news?" Kel'ath responds.

"Bad I suppose."

"We were unable to move the ship."

"Well shit."

"The good news is your friends here have agreed to check out the base so you can raise your sheep in peace, although they will want to check on it every few days."

"Of course. Anyways, I gotta go to work, tell them they can check their ship whenever. Bye Kel'ath."

"Goodbye Jude."

Tovoth watches the baseline go. "That's it?" He asks.

"That's it kid, c'mon let's go. You too." Kel'ath replies while turning to the left towards the road and starts to walk. The two blood angels go to follow the salamander.

"Wait, what planet are we on?" Tovoth asks.

"Terra."

"What! No we aren't! Are we?" Tovoth says astoundedly, turning from his brother and to the captain.

"If we are, where are the custodes? And the palace?" Sephariel joined in.

"We are here before the palace was built. And we do have custodes, just not in the area for some reason." Responds Kel'ath.

"What about the Emperor?" Retorts Tovoth.

"Nobody's been able to find him."

"Really?"

"Really."

A moment passes before Kel'ath looks back to see the two blood angels looking around the countryside in awe and wonder. He laughs and shakes his head.

"Any other questions?" Kel'ath says.

"Who is in charge of the base?"

"The responsibilities are split between me and chaplain Vandrur."

The three of them see it in the distance, sunlight bouncing off of the metal walls of the base. Along with the armor of several word bearers.

Tovoth goes to get closer to Sephariel, nervousness radiating from the pair of blood angels. Kel'ath looks back at them, a look of concern on his face.

"Are you guys alright?" He asks.

Sephariel goes to wrap an armored arm around Tovoth. "Yes, we are fine." Says Sephariel, wings pressing against his back and a tightness creeping into his voice.

The group of word bearers go to head inside the building, the three of them not far behind.

The two blood angels proceed to follow the salamander into the base and through several hallways before reaching a room, presumably Kel'ath's office.

"First i'll need you both to fill out a form, then we can talk about setting up a couple of rooms for you."

Kel'ath then hands a piece of paper and astartes sized pens to the blood angels. He goes to say something else before a different salamander bursts into the room.

"Captain! Iskandar teleported into the wall. Again." The salamander says

Kel'ath sighs before speaking. "Well, duty calls!" He then goes to walk out the door to the office.

[lua-pele]

My message tab came back (woohoo!) and i can finally send a reply if someone leaves a comment on my post but some things i liked before didn't add in my like page 🥹 they were so nice to read and look back.

i also made a new Tumblr and it's @liveehs

Anyway, that's all.

[dolliebabydoll15]

DAY 3: Blush/Warm

On A Rare Occasion: A Boblin Fanfic

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day 3 of @boblinweek woohoo!! this is the first time i have written a fic for a fandom week ✨ this prompt just happens to fall on my birthday!! tadaaaa 🤭i hope y'all enjoy this one <3

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It was 8pm on a Saturday. The kids were in the apartment, left alone with Jen, hopefully not planning another scheme. As for Bob and Linda, they both (well, mostly Linda) wanted to catch a sunset that they finally made time in their schedule to watch.

"Bobby, hurry up. I want to take up as much of the sunset as possible." called Linda as she waited from the outside of their restaurant.

"One second," Bob replied.

He walked out of the counter, and turned the sign to CLOSED. He came out the door to meet his wife, and began to go to where they would watch the desired sunset. As they strolled along in the warm, evening, air, Bob began to wonder if it was really worth it to go out like this. It was only a sunset, right? Nothing special. He was also doing this for his wife. And he'd do anything for her. However, Bob had to admit, a walk with the dusk environment surrounding him was pleasant.

"You think the kids will be okay?" asked Linda, which was out of the blue.

"Well, they're with Jen." Bob answered. But it seemed wrong to him, for they always happened to cause trouble past their bedtime.

"I think Jen's been stressed out enough lately. Poor girl. She definitely needs one glass of wine. Or two. Or three. Or maybe 15. That's what I do anyway."

Finally, the pair arrived at the Wonder Wharf, which was still lively after many hours of fun. It looked very gorgeous, especially when their lights illuminated the whole park. The sun was slowly descending, and they clearly didn't have much time to kill, especially in a vigorous place like the Wharf. They weaved their way around the small crowds, and spotted a secluded spot in the boardwalk. It had a clear view and perfect to watch a sunset. The spot was also behind the Scream-I-Cane, where there appeared to be no one around. Who would want to go on a roller coaster before dark? No one they knew. Bob glanced at the dimming daylight and it somehow made him worry.

"Is this truly worth it? I-I know Lin wanted to do this, but do I really? No. I mean, yes. Ugh, why do I overthink things like these? Will the kids be okay? I'm sure they're not trying to get themselves in trouble again. Did we really just leave them behind all to stare at the sunset? Why did I come here? What if we're here too long and forget about the restaurant? What if we forget everything?! What if we...

Then, the sky took form of beautiful hues of gold, orange, and rosy pink. The sun dipped lower, still giving all of the light it had left as it descended. Its beauty was far from words, even for Bob. He was immersed in it, and it felt wrong to take his eyes off of it.

Linda immediately turned to him in excitement. "Oh Bobby, isn't it beautiful? It really was worth it to come here!" she exclaimed.

As Linda looked at her husband with a pretty smile, Bob couldn't help but blush. The sunset's shine upon her made her just as beautiful. No, there wouldn't be any other sunset in the world that could ever compare to her. Maybe it didn't really matter that they would stay too long that it would be the end of the world because of their absence. Just as long as he was here, with the love of his life, he didn't need to worry at all. Bob hoped this moment would never slip away.

Bob squeezed Linda's hand. "Yeah. It really was."

And with that, they turned back to enjoy their moment, still holding on to each other.

[stoutguts]

A Pint of Comfort (💀🧼) PART 4

(The final part, woohoo! Let’s get into it! :333 ALSO REPOST FOR REACH BECAUSE I FUCKED UP AND FORGOT TAGS AT FIRST—😬💀😭)

(first time rlly writing a full length fic like this, so be nice okay?)

Tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, the definition of hurt/comfort, mutual pining (kind of?????/just barely (idk, I'm kind of bad with tropes), lots of crying (and suggestive kissing), Ghost has Astraphobia,—Johnny helps Simon through a PTSD episode, while also finally getting a much needed point across 💖

possible CW/TW for PTSD, flashbacks, Ghost's canon backstory, very subtly implied NSFW at the very end lmao, and implied parental/child ab*se

Link to part 3! Teehee:

“So, what’s got ye up so early?”, Johnny asks, as Simon hands him a fresh cup of joe.

“I thought I’d make ya breakfast. As a treat”, Ghost replies, blushing a bit,—pausing briefly to take a sip of his morning tea. “Also, I’m feeling better today.—I think I’m finally getting over this bloody cold”, they finish.

“Ah’m glad yer feelin’ better”, Soap says with his signature smile. Simon’s heart flutters. “Ye dinnae have to do that though, ye know ah’m not much of a breakfast kind of guy anyways—“, Johnny starts, but Ghost cuts his rambling short.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Simon blushes furiously. Ya took care of me last night,—when I was at my lowest. The least I can do is make ya breakfast or something…as a thank you”, Ghost says, averting its gaze, and rubbing the back of his neck.

Soap could’ve fucking wept at that.

Poor Simon wasn’t used to having things given to them, and someone not expecting something in return. And Johnny would be fucked, if he wasn’t going to shower the man with love and affection regardless if it’s reciprocated.

Soap’s love for Ghost, is simply unconditional. They’re his ride or die,—his soulmate.

In Johnny’s humble and infatuated opinion, Simon deserves the fucking world and then some. He’d fall over himself to give it whatever it wanted or desired.—Because that’s just how much he loves his partner.

“Oh Si, baby, ye don’t need to thank mae. He sets his coffee mug down on the kitchen counter, walking over to them. Ghost, in turn, setting down their teacup on its saucer. Yer happiness and well-being is all that matters to mae. Ah’m more than content with ye just being by my side like this…”, Soap says, with now half-lidded eyes. Cradling it’s face in his hands, as it settles it’s own hands on his hips.

The two share a kiss before pulling back from each other,—shaky and gentle.

“But—“, Simon starts, utterly flustered, but is interrupted by Johnny kissing him again, His hands stilling cupping their rosy cheeks.

It’s more passionate this time around, and it makes Ghost gasp, breath hitching, and it’s pulse race. Small noises slipping from the both of them.

“No ifs, ands, or buts..I love ye Si, I love ye so much. Yer mae everything. Words cannae even describe…Yer more than enough Si..”, Soap says, babbling a little, closing his eyes and touching their foreheads together.

“Ah’ll tell ye over and over, as many times as it takes to get it through yer thick skull.—Yer loved more than ye could ever know. Yer not a burden or a monster,—yer Simon…..I hope one day ye’ll see in yerself, what I see in ye”, Johnny finishes, finally moving his hands down from Ghost's face to take his hands in his.

He opens his eyes again, only to be met with his boyfriend bursting into tears, with them streaming down like a waterfall.

His actions had always spoken much louder than his words,—that is,—until this moment. (And though his actions did certainly help things in this instance like usual,—he could tell it still wasn’t the real kicker).

Overcome with emotion,—and the fact that he may have finally gotten through to it,—he fails to stop himself from crying too.

Eyes wide but soft, vulnerable, and begging Soap not to wound them. Simon's lips quivering, and hung slightly open in a stunned silence.

"Di-Did I say something wrong?—“, Johnny begins to overthink, but abruptly stops, as Ghost unlinks their hands and embraces him. Burying it’s tear streaked face into his neck, and Soap can’t help but be transported back in time to last night.

Tears still flowing and soaking his neck, as he tenses up again, with his thoughts running wild once more.

Reading Johnny’s body language, Simon lifts up.

“Ya did nothing wrong. Ya said nothing wrong.—And I hope so. I hope I can love myself, as much as you love me.—Thank you. Thank you so much, Johnny”, Ghost sobs, before kissing him this time. Before he can even respond, a hand is gripping tightly onto his mohawk like a makeshift love handle, while the other arm is wrapped around his waist.

Feral, with teeth scraping against lips, and their tongues clashing against each other. Primal, with harsh breaths being taken in through their noses, and small moans and groans climbing their way out of their throats. Both of their faces now tear-streaked, and they can both feel the wetness of their cheeks pressing up against each other.

Simon flips them over to where Soap is now the one pressed up against the counter. Before Ghost finally pulls away, and peppers kisses all over his face and neck. Mouthing at and paying special attention to the scar across his eye and the one on his chin. All the while, Johnny is writhing, scratching his nails against their scalp and back.

“Woah…..He breathes out panting.—Well yer pretty chipper this mornin’, aren’t ye?”, Soap says teasingly, a bit dazed, with a goofy smile that’s so wide that it hurts.

Simon chuckles. “Uh-huh, though I'd be even more “chipper” if we could eat first”, it suggests, just as breathless, smiling just as wide, and is just as dazed. Before finally coming to, and lifting off of Johnny entirely.

“Sounds like a plan”, Soap agrees, suddenly more eager, after he hears both their stomachs gurgling and growling.

…

The pair chow down on a bowl of some semi-burnt scrambled eggs each, and black toast with jam (how appetizing,—strawberry jam for Johnny, and grape for Simon). Neither of them really being able to cook for shit. (Most times defaulting to eating out somewhere, or microwaving some frozen dinners. Sometimes turning on a movie or a nature documentary to watch while (and after) they eat. Cuddling up to one another, full and content). The team effort they had made didn’t go well AT ALL, and it was one eventful shit show. Left them both laughing and shooting the shit the whole time, (which is probably why they fucked up so bad in the first place,—minus their almost non-existent culinary skills). Ghost was in charge of the eggs (because if they weren’t, they’d be even more burnt), and Soap was in charge of the toast (which he promptly forgot about of course).

The two had already downed a banana and an apple respectively, for a more balanced breakfast. Both the core and the peel still sitting somewhere on the kitchen table, having not been thrown away yet.

As they’re finishing up their drinks—Ghost finally pipes up after a long bit silence,—on a relatively quiet morning, at least for them.

“I think I get it now.”

“Git whot?”, Johnny slurs, as he speaks with his mouth full.

“That ya…Simon huffs a laugh at the slurred voice, and blushes. He takes the final sip of his tea, before placing it down on the table…Really, truly love me.”

Wow.

It actually said it.

“Mm-hm,—he swallows—and just how much do I love ye?”, Soap prods further, a mischievous grin on his face. He sets his fork down in his bowl of eggs, and puts his half-eaten toast back on their large, shared plate. (As they decided to consolidate, as to not have to wash so many dishes). (Not to mention, the bowls they’re eating out of are disposable).

Fockin’ Bastard.

“M-more than anything in the whole wide world…”, Ghost chokes out, avoiding Johnny’s gaze. Viciously taking a bite out of their toast.

Embarrassed as all hell, as it knows that it’s as red as a tomato at this point,—he can fucking feel it.

And he hates it, but somehow loves it, at the same time…

“That’s right. And who are ye?”

He raises an eyebrow, with that shit-eating grin still on his face.

“Simon Riley…Simon “Ghost” Riley.”

It corrects, before he can reprimand him. Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly,—but with no malice or venom towards himself.

“Good boy. And don’t ye ever forget it”, Soap says, before simply turning his attention back to his food.

Ghost still pink, practically glowing at this point, with their pale skin not doing them any favors. They rub the back of their neck, before doing the same, trying to scarf it down as fast as possible. So it can excuse itself from the table,—as soon as possible.

…

The rest of day was spent in more bliss than ever before.

The couple’s bond having been forever strengthened and deepened,—from a seemingly ordinary weekend.

No longer would Simon harbor doubts about Johnny’s love for him. No longer would Ghost be afraid of being vulnerable or opening up around him.

It’s last reinforced concrete wall had been blown to smithereens, to hell and back, and here he was exposed in all his glorious beauty…

Soap be damned if he wouldn’t protect them with all he’s damn well got.

He’d be his life preserver when lost in the deep ocean and crashing waves of their own mind, own psyche. Be there for it when and wherever possible, drop everything, just to give him a mere pint of comfort. He could care less about them venting to him,—they could include all the specifics and gory details, and he wouldn’t even flinch. Simon would have his full attention, like he’s in debrief. Offering solace when and where he can,—in between listening like a dog with it’s ears perked up, at a noise that had caught it’s attention.

He’d watch it’s six,—always. Providing cover fire,—for their sake and their sake only,—he likes to make it’s job as easy as possible after all. Ghost’s own personal one-man clean up crew, aiming to save them from the exhaustion or stress. He’d butcher every last fucking tango, shadow,—every person who dare lay a finger on them. Johnny’d take a bullet through the head again,—just to save Simon and have the satisfaction of knowing he’d be okay,—that they would make it out alive at least.

He’d give his life up for him.

And Johnny damn well knows they would do the same, and then some. Possessiveness being one hell of a trait of it’s.

But now, there was no more walking on eggshells around him.

No more fear of crossing lines or boundaries. The two now harmonious in their radiant love.

~Fin.~

SOFTIE/SHY GHOST MY BELOVED

SOAP BEING THE BEST AT TAKING CARE OF HIS MANS MY BELOVED

I AM A PROUD SIMP OF THE WHOLE SOULMATES OR CHEESY ASS STAR CROSSED LOVERS TROPE SUE ME, I EAT THAT SHIT UPPP

I want to thank everyone for their support and stuff on this! I hope you’ve all enjoyed it, because I’ve certainly enjoyed writing it!! :

[mothlover69]

What's Your Name?

We've got the Buggy x Jinx origin fic woohoo! How it all began - hint, it's Shanks' fault.

(This is an edited version of the fic. The full explicit version is on AO3)

CW for alcohol and implied NSFW content (but no actual sex)

"You stickin' around?" Shanks asked, his face red with intoxication. His hair was a mess of crimson waves as he grinned and leaned towards his friend.

Jinx shrugged and took another swig of their drink. "S'not like I've got anywhere better to be right now. I'm kinda between jobs or whatever."

Shanks laughed loudly. "Oh, you need a job? What if I said I had somethin' for you?"

"Depends what it is," they replied.

A drop of sweat rolled down Shanks' temple as he grabbed a scrap of paper and started scribbling. Jinx raised an eyebrow at him, because what the fuck was he even doing? He folded the scrap in half before pushing it into their hand.

"How about a delivery? Bring that to an old friend of mine and I'll pay you well," he promised.

This was not the sort of job that Jinx normally took, and he knew it. But... maybe something simple would be a nice change.

"Fine. Who's your friend?"

Shanks smiled, his eyes hazed with alcohol. "Buggy the Clown."

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It had taken a stupid amount of time to track this guy down. Turns out he was floating around the East Blue and a circus themed pirate ship wasn't hard to find if you were in the right place. It's just that a drunk Shanks was really bad with directions.

Still, Jinx finally managed to find their way. The ship was docked on some tiny ass island in the middle of nowhere... not exactly the place one would expect the circus to stop.

Their target was a pirate, and Jinx was more than familiar with that sort. They made a beeline for the nearest pub and sure enough a crowd of colorful pirates had completely overrun the place. Their loud, obnoxious voices filled the air along with the stink of B.O... ugh. Jinx glanced around the place, eyes searching each face for one that matched the wanted poster Shanks had shown them... ah. There.

Standing on top of a table in the middle of the pub singing a rude shanty at the top of his lungs was a man. With his long blue hair split into pig tails that spilled over his pirate hat like tassles and the big, red nose, he was unmistakable.

"Buggy!" Jinx's call of his name carried over the crowd, and he turned to them, eyes wide with surprise... and alcohol. Not surprising; Jinx had never met a pirate that didn't love their booze.

The pirate clown hopped down from the table, his boots thumping to the ground. He sauntered over, long coat billowing behind him, and his eyes dragged their way up and down Jinx as though in appraisal.

"Now, who might you be?" he asked. His voice was expressive, raspy, but not unpleasant. He stopped a few inches away and leaned into their space, his blue-green eyes locked on theirs.

"No one of consequence. I've got a delivery." Jinx fished the scrap of paper out of their pocket and waved it in front of his face.

Buggy hummed. "Aw, you're not gonna tell me your name?"

Jinx ignored him and thrust the paper more insistently at him. He plucked it from them, his eyes still glued to their face. They took a step back. Buggy straightened up.

He unfolded the paper and...

"What the hell?!" He yelled, his face immediately morphing to one of rage.

"Whats wrong, boss?" one of the other pirates called as Buggy ground his teeth together. He crumpled the paper and tossed it to the ground before stomping on it like a child throwing a tantrum.

Buggy whirled on the messenger, getting back up in their space. "So, red hair put you up to this, did he?"

Jinx raised their hands in a placating gesture. "Hey, all I did was deliver it, cuz he paid me to."

The clown snarled. "Of course, he did. Of course."

"What'd it say anyway?"

"Nothing," Buggy spat. And then he sucked in a deep breath. And his face turned thoughtful. "I suppose you had nothing to do with- with his disrespect."

"Yeah, uh, I just wanted his gold. Didn't have anything to do with anything else." Though, honestly, they thought it would be hard to respect someone like him.

Buggy hummed and stepped closer. They stepped back. "You did travel all this way... why don't you stay a while. Drinks on me."

The offer was tempting, but... that meant spending more time with an irritating clown who couldn't keep his eyes to himself. On the other hand, he was offering them free booze. Pirates weren't the only ones with a thing for alcohol.

"Fine. I'll let you buy me a drink or two."

Buggy's face broke into a large grin. "Talk about flashy!" His gloved hand wrapped around Jinx's wrist, and he tugged them up to the bar.

"Don't touch me," they snatched their hand away from him. He only laughed with that stupid clown laugh of his. Jinx sat on a stool and crossed their arms.

"What's your poison?" Buggy tapped his chin as he stared at Jinx. They glared back. Damn, he was annoying. "You seem like a sake guy. Am i right?"

"Yeah," they said, and Buggy laughed again.

"A round of sake for our sweet messenger!" He called to the bartender who only nodded with dull eyes as she poured the drink. How long had Buggy and his crew been here taking over the bar? How long until they finally left?

Jinx took the offered cup and took a gulp. Buggy was still staring. What was with this guy? Did he ever blink?

"So, are you just a hired hand for old red hair? Or something more?"

"How do you know Shanks, anyway? He called you an old friend."

He scoffed at that. "I wouldn't use the word friend, doll."

"Aw, Buggy, why not? I thought we were best friends?" an all too familiar voice said. A voice that should not have been here.

Buggy immediately leapt a foot in the air, his head popping off his neck. "Red hair?! What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Hey, Shanks," Jinx nodded at the newcomer. "Didn't see you come in. Don't tell me you were following me?"

Shanks only shrugged, not answering, before turning to Buggy. "Didn't you get my note? It said I was coming by for a visit."

"You know damn well it said nothing of the sort," Buggy snarled. "The fuck is with you, what's the point of hiring a messenger if you're just gonna show up yourself. And by the way, I was not in the mood to see your ugly mug, so why don't you just fuck off!"

"I missed you, too, buddy," Shanks laughed.

The clown sputtered wordlessly, his face red with rage.

Jinx took another swig of their drink, growing tired of the theatrics. "Does this mean I get my payment sooner?"

"Focused on the coin, eh?" Shanks dug into his pocket before pulling out a sizeable purse. "This do?"

Taking it and weighing it in their hand momentarily, Jinx then nodded and stuck it in their own pocket. "I think that's a bit more than we agreed on."

"Consider it a tip for dealing with my friend."

"I'm NOT your friend!" Buggy yelled.

Jinx leaned across the counter, ignoring the commotion, motioning to the bartender. "This place got rooms or should I try somewhere else?"

The bartender was an older woman, her grey hair piled on top of her head like a wasp's nest. Her eyes were dull, exhausted. Jinx felt for her; her job must get so much harder when pirates came to town.

"Yeah, there's a bed upstairs. 15 berries a night."

They dug out some coin and slid it across the counter. "One night, please. Keep the change... since you have a bar full of assholes tonight."

The woman snorted before sliding a key across the bar, which they pocketed. "Eh, at least they're paying. Wish they'd've showered before coming in, though."

Suddenly, someone grabbed their wrist. Jinx tore away from their conversation, leveling a glare at the clown that dared lay a hand on them.

He didn't notice. He was busy screaming at Shanks. Still.

"And I suppose you sent your pretty little boyfriend here just so you can rub it in my face, huh?!"

"What are you talking about, I don't have a-"

"I know your game, you bastard," Buggy jabbed a finger in Shanks' face, his grip on Jinx's wrist tightening. "Why are you even getting them all wrapped up in your bullshit, huh?"

"Let me go, asshole!" Jinx tried to tug their wrist out of his grasp, but he was too strong. Stronger than he looked. "Fucking clown!"

Buggy paused in his ranting, looking at Jinx yet again. There was an intensity in his gaze that had them shrinking away from him. "Sorry," he grunted before releasing them.

"And for the record, I am not Shanks' boyfriend. Don't know where the fuck you got that idea."

"It just makes sense! Since you two were all- all chummy and shit."

"Chummy? You mean when he paid me for doing the job he hired me for?"

Buggy huffed and crossed his arms. Instead of saying anything else, he grabbed his mug of beer and drank deeply from it. Jinx did the same with their sake. They absolutely were going to need another one. Hopefully theyd be able to convince Buggy to keep paying.

"Another round," the clown hiccuped to the bartender. "Including my friend, here." He shot a glare at Shanks. "Not you."

Ok, guess he wouldnt need convincing after all. Jinx beamed when another cup was set in front of them.

"Well," Shanks clapped his hands together. "It's always great seeing you, old pal. But I've got places to be."

Jinx glanced at him, eyebrows raised. "Seriously? All that effort and you're leaving already?"

He shrugged. "What, you gonna miss me or something?"

They only rolled their eyes and went back to what was important: their drink.

"Get the fuck outta here, no one's gonna miss you!" Buggy yelled before turning his back on his 'old friend'.

Shanks left with one final obnoxious laugh. The two drank in silence, though the place was far from silent. Buggy's crew was rowdy, that was for sure.

"Honestly thought you woulda gone with him," Buggy remarked after a while. His voice was much calmer than before; Jinx had to strain to hear him over the loud pirates surrounding them.

"I already bought a room here; there'd be no point in following him."

"No?" Buggy glanced at them out of the corner of his eye. "No interest in his bed?"

"Ugh, for the last time, I'm not with Shanks. He's so not my type," they grimaced. They could feel their head starting to swim, no doubt from the sake.

"I'm shocked. Most people seem to be all over him," he stuck out his tongue in disgust.

"Yeah? What about you? He your type or something?"

Buggy's jaw dropped - literally. It fell from his face and dropped to the floor before popping back into place. "Absolutely fucking not! That's disgusting!" He gagged.

"Right, right. So he's your ex."

"No! Ugh, don't say such gross shit," he shuddered, as though truly disgusted. Jinx snickered.

"Oh, thanks for the drinks," they said, deciding to have mercy and switch subjects.

"I'll buy ya another, doll," he gestured to bartender, who sighed and started pouring another round.

Head already fuzzy, Jinx wondered if they should decline. But then the cup was slid in front of them and they drank happily. It was like the stuff got tastier the more they had. Booze was magic like that.

"You this generous to everyone you meet?"

"Nah, just the cute ones," he winked.

Jinx groaned. They should've figured the clown would hit on them sooner or later, and they seriously didn't need this. Indulging his bullshit was off the table. "And that's my cue to leave." They slid from their stool, but Buggy caught them by their wrist... again.

"Aw, c'mon, doll. Night's just getting started." He pleaded, his clownish makeup exaggerating his already exaggerated pleading expression.

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

"You never told me your name."

Jinx blinked. Their mind worked sluggishly, but maybe getting a few more free drinks off the clown wasn't such a bad idea. Slowly, they sat back down, and a grin slid into place on Buggy's face.

"Another round?"

"I probably shouldn't."

"But do you want to?"

"Yes."

Time passed. Drinks were chugged. And somehow, Jinx ended up leaning against Buggy as one of his crew members danced on a table while juggling knives. Something they would've disapproved of when they first walked in now had them cheering, especially when the pirate accidentally knicked himself in his drunken state.

Jinx yawned, and half a thought occured to them. They had a bed waiting for them, didn't they?

"Ah, fuck, what time is it? I gotta..." they trailed off, looking around for a clock. They stepped away from the pirate clown, intending on retiring to their room, but they didn't manage more than two steps before they tripped over their own feet. Gloved hands caught them and pulled them upright.

"Careful, sweetness. Wouldn't want something to happen to you," Buggy said, his speech only slightly slurred.

"I just- I should go to bed," they said even as they allowed him to pull them into his side.

"Let me walk you to your room."

"No way, am perfectly fine."

"Yeah? S'that why you fell?"

Jinx sighed in defeat. "Okay, whatever. It's uh..." they fished the roomkey from their pocket. "Says room 2."

Buggy wrapped one arm around their waist, keeping a secure hold as he guided them away from the crowd. A couple pirates whistled, though whether that had anything to do with what their captain was up to was unclear. Jinx's head swam. His hand was so warm on their side, and altogether he was surprisingly strong. It was nice not having to focus on keeping themself on their feet.

Eventually, they made it to the room. Jinx fumbled with the key, missing the lock a couple of times before finally managing to insert it. And then was the matter of turning it, which proved to be its own ordeal, but finally, finally, they managed to get the door open.

"Thanks, Bug," they slurred. "Wanna come in?"

"Oh, is that an invitation? Don't mind if I do," Buggy laughed. He helped them into the room, not letting go until they were safely sitting on the bed.

Immediately, Jinx stood, swaying on their feet.

"Doll, you're a bit drunk. You should probably sit."

"Shhhhhh," they pressed a finger to his lips, smearing the red paint slightly. "I need to tell ya somethin."

Buggy blinked. "What?"

They giggled drunkenly before leaning into his space. "I never told you my name, did I?"

"You finally gonna tell me?"

They grabbed the collar of his jacket, partly to pull him closer, but mostly to help keep themself standing. "But I know your name. You're Buggy."

"Most people call me Captain Buggy," he corrected with a slightly bewildered smile.

"You're Buggy," they repeated. "I found you, cuz I was paid to. But you," they giggled again. "You're prettier than I thought you'd be."

His face flushed bright red and his voice shot up an octave. "I'm what?!"

Jinx leaned in even closer, their faces mere inches apart. His breath fanned across their face, thick with the stench of booze.

"Pretty," they whispered before pressing their lips to his.

Caught off guard, Buggy faltered, frozen, unsure how to respond. No one had ever just kissed him out of the blue like that before. No one had ever called him pretty.

Jinx pulled back, trying to blink through their hazy brain. Oh, did he not like that? "Mmm, sorry-"

Before they could finish their sentence, Buggy grabbed them and crashed into another kiss. Jinx let out a surprised noise before their eyes slipped closed, and they fell into the rhythm of the kiss.

It was clumsy, seeing as they were both far from sober, but the way his lips slid over theirs was intoxicating. His hands slid down their body, fingers finding purchase in their soft flesh before resting on their hips. Jinx sighed into his mouth as he pulled them flush against him.

They swayed dangerously on their feet, and Buggy gently lifted them with his hands on their waist. He really was stronger than he looked. He laid them on the mattress with care, and they grabbed the front of his shirt with clumsy hands and pulled him down with them, connecting their mouths once again. They nipped at his bottom lip in a playful gesture, and Buggy growled softly.

"Fuck," Jinx swore quietly and shoved at Buggy's coat. "Take it off."

He laughed breathlessly and let the coat fall from his shoulders, presumably landing in a heap on the floor. Jinx's hands flew to his green belt and started tugging at it. He helped untie it, and then suddenly they were untucking his striped shirt and shoving their hands under the fabric, running them over his skin. Their fingers explored every inch they could reach, sighing in delight as they carded through his soft body hair, or felt a puckered scar.

Oh, they were going to make this clown see stars.

***

Buggy rolled off of Jinx, both of them panting and sweaty. He gathered them into his arms, cradling their head tenderly against his chest.

"You good, sweetness?" He whispered.

They cracked one eye open. "Name's Jinx."

"Nice to meet ya, Jinx."

They groaned at his bad joke, and he chuckled.

"Here, let me..." he sent one of his hands searching around the room, returning with a wetted cloth, which he used to clean the both of them up. Jinx sighed, relaxing in his arms. He brought his hand back and used it to play with their short hair, pressing a kiss to their forehead.

It was not long until Jinx was drifting off to sleep, snuggled up to Buggy, who was all too happy to keep them close to his heart.

***

Jinx blinked open their eyes, squinting against the sunlight that shown through the window. Shit, their head hurt. They definitely had gotten a bit carried away with that sake...

Slowly, they began to become more aware of their surroundings. And the fact that they were pressed up against something really warm with something heavy across their chest.

Their eyes adjusted to the morning light, and they were finally able to see the sleeping face of..

Oh, there was no way.

The events from last night flooded their brain, albeit most of it was still rather fuzzy. They'd- they'd slept with Buggy the Clown?? And then spent the night cuddling him???

Their head spun, mostly from the hangover.

Okay, first thing was first. Carefully, slowly, they slid out from beneath his arm that still cradled them. They kept an eye on Buggy, freezing in place if he so much as stirred slightly. They absolutely were not in the mood for talking to him, especially not if he was gonna try and be romantic. Ugh.

Finally, they managed to slip away from him and out of the bed. Thank god he seemed to be a heavy sleeper.

Next step. Jinx was still naked. They glanced around the room, at the fabric strewn all over the floor. Luckily, their pants were an easy find. They pulled them on and scanned the room for their sh-

Buggy made a noise, and they panicked. Oh god, he was gonna wake up any moment. Shit. They scrambled about, pulling on the first shirt shaped piece of fabric they found. They glanced back at the bed and saw that he was indeed beginning to stir. Their heart jumped, and without thinking, they slid open the window and clambered through it, dropping to the ground below.

They took off running, thankful to feel the weight of Shanks's coin still in their pocket. If there was one thing they knew, they had to get far, far away from here. Away from their mistake. Away from Buggy the damn Clown.

It wasn't til they managed to hitch a ride on the first boat out of there that they realized the shirt they'd grabbed was not, in fact, their plain grey one, but rather red with white stripes.

Did ya make it this far? Hi and thanks for reading! As a treat you get to see what Shanks wrote on that little note of his

[fragileizywriting]

watched a recap of a romance erotica book called twisted love and i'd never heard of it up until like yesterday when i watched the video bc i have no idea what's going on in the tik tok world as well as the book world because i'm very bad at doing my hobbies. anyway, jesus christ what a wreck of a book. i can fix this. i can make a better adaption. i can write this story but better.

HERES HOW WE CAN STILL WIN, (felinette version woohoo o/ !!)

marinette, our main character, is a college student going for fashion design in paris at the age of 25. she's bright and bubbly and cheery, who works very hard at school and part-times at her parents bakery. she has a boyfriend— well, had a boyfriend— adrien agreste, known socialite, who had spoken wax of poetry over and over and over about how much he loved her, telling her that as a graduation present he'd buy her a boutique, an apartment, a car...... he decides to ghost everyone in his life after a breakdown, seemingly moving out of the city, for reasons that i haven't figured out just yet. i just need him to kick himself out of this city.

marinette, of course, is heartbroken. this sucks. she's grieving so hard.

enter felix, adrien's identical twin brother who has nothing to do with this, barely existed in her life up until now, but is attempting to snatch his brother right back from whatever dumb, impulsive ridiculous thing he did— adrien had a girlfriend, a solid apartment, a solid life, adrien had mentioned that he was so close to asking marinette to marry him...— finally knocks on marinette's door one afternoon. identical twin yet marinette has barely talked to him; the man's busier than anyone should be reasonably allowed to be, and isn't much of a sunshine as adrien is. i will routinely mention in this book that the light in marinette's livingroom/dining room makes felix's hair look whispy and nearly white against adrien's sure-fire sun-like flare of hair. even though felix's eyes are green just like adrien's, they're somber, and almost bluish at times.

marinette, obviously, wants nothing to do with felix.

"please leave," she tells him, because she's tired and lonely and is craving yet another box of icecream she keeps in the freezer for— well, moments like these, really. apparently. she's going to cry herself asleep for the fourth week in a row. girlboss behavior. "i kind of don't want to deal with your entire family right now."

"i understand," felix says, and he doesn't look all that convincing, because the man is standing there, awkwardly, hands fisted at his sides trying to figure out how to speak to her in a way that implies more than 'i've only ever seen you for a few hours every christmas when adrien invites family over and i'm the only family he has because our parents are all levels of fucked up and we don't really need to talk about this in depth right now'. and then, as a garnish, 'i've always been really thankful that adrien miraculously turned out fine from the whole ordeal considering that i had to go to therapy for multiple years, decades, in fact, to deal with our family, and i always thought he was fine everytime i'd see him probably four times a year, but apparently not, at all, and now i'm stuck dealing with his grieving... ex? girlfriend? ex??? and i don't know how to deal with women at all because i am an introvert the size of the moon but i'm really trying, here'. "i just don't think it's best to leave you alone."

"i'm fine," she replies, completely ignorant to his inner monologue. "i can handle myself. i'm an adult, felix."

and yet felix has the audacity to look— kicked, really. "i'm aware."

"could you give me some space?"

"of course." and then, because felix just apparently is all sorts of weird tricks up his business sleeves, blurts out: "not as much as i've always given you, though. right?"

"what do you mean?"

"i don't feel comfortable just leaving you completely on your own." there is an attempt for marinette to refute, to open her mouth and mention that she's still twenty-five, she's an adult, she's not a baby, and felix refutes it with a hand up in the air. "you're grieving because of my brother and i don't like the idea of not doing something about it."

and so, through reasons that i cannot at all comprehend how i will get here but i have to if i want to match (somewhat) the plot ("plot") points of the original book i'm rewriting, felix ends up (temporarily) moving into an apartment next door, for no other reason other than to make marinette feel safer and comfortable. just stick with me. ideally, there would be a plan of some kind here. for now, since this is only a tumblr post, i can just handwave that away. that's not my problem just now.

some of the main fixes i would make sure to change immediately is to change felix from a "ruthless alpha-lone-wolf dog behavior" to "i'm adrien's older brother (they are still twins but felix will routinely mention he's still the oldest born) and i feel a psychological, traumatic need to take care of him because i can't let my younger brother have any trauma from our parents, i refuse, i refuse, and if that means keeping his life together for him while he's gone, i'll do my best" and that means making sure that marinette is, at the very least, fine and not dead. that's a good plan. but as he spends more and more time with marinette, the more he realizes his mistake; he likes her as a friend, likes her a lot more, is impressed at her skills and slowly starts falling in love with her which is honestly very useful.

at some point, i'd have to have them have a solid "i'm not using you to replace him," she cries. "i just— love you." conversation. it's an important one. and a segue to the back half of the book that is just sex.

another thing that i would change from the original story is the ridiculous b plot of dark secrets and betrayal and incidents, because that's not necessary. i could carry this book entirely on sex alone as well as mutual pining. and felix's sad, kittenlike eyes whenever he's upset.

okay i'm done for now i gotta go clean the kitchen. please enjoy this

[meowjaa]

✧ undercover ✧

warnings: blood, mentions of knife, swearing, eventual smut

context: levi ackerman x reader, disguises, undercover mission!

a/n: i did do this scenario in character ai and i do not regret it but anyways its been a while I think I will start doing more of these other than that enjoy my loves!! <33 also this is my first time like actually putting effort into the dividers/layout so sorry if it is bad.. on with the story! part 3 is finally out woohoo :)))

“Get out four eyes, you’re going to wake everybody up with your loud mouth” Levi speaks up as he sighs and I let out a small laugh...

"You sure do hate Hange like a lot.." I say out of nowhere Levi's head turned my way and he then looked down at my hand the bloodied cloth due to the cut beneath it.

"I'm starting to think you don't hate her, in fact you like her" I smirk as I look at him his fingers trailing the cloth, "I don't like her, and I don't like your accusations" Levi replied his tone cold and aloof as always.

Levi Ackerman's eyes scanned over Y/N's hand, taking note of every cut and bruise on her delicate skin. He was a skilled fighter and knew how to patch up injuries, but it didn't stop him from feeling a pang of guilt every time he saw one of Y/N's wounds.

"Looks like you'll live," Levi said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. "Thanks, Captain," she replied, using his title as a way to hide her affection for him.

Levi finished bandaging up her last cut and stood back to admire his handiwork. "There, all done. Try to be more careful next time." Y/N nodded, but before she could stand up, Levi placed a hand on her shoulder, holding her in place.

"Wait," he said softly, his hand sliding down her arm until he was holding her hand in his.

She could feel his breath on her skin, his body looming over hers. Suddenly, without warning, Levi leaned in and captured her lips in a heated kiss.

Y/N moaned into his mouth, her fingers clutching onto his jacket. Levi's hands roamed over her body, pulling her closer to him. Y/N could feel his hard body pressed against hers, his arousal evident. She moaned again, feeling a heat pool between her legs.

In one swift motion, Levi lifted her up and placed her on the infirmary bed, his hands running up her legs as he lifted the black dress she had on grabbing hook of her panties and sliding them off.

Levi continued his movements, his focus solely on the physical act rather than any emotional connection. He maintained his stoic demeanor, his thrusts deliberate and precise. As you chuckled, he glanced at you briefly before returning his attention to the task at hand.

"I know you can go rougher than that.." Levi looked up his eyes speaking that he was hesitant to go harder "I'll be fine" y/n said as she nodded her head.

Levi's eyes flickered with a mixture of surprise and curiosity at your words. His grip on your hips tightened slightly, his movements becoming more forceful as he increased the intensity. However, he maintained control, making sure not to cross any boundaries or cause unnecessary pain.

Levi groaned and grunted each time feeling his cock twitch inside y/n's walls clenching around Levi each time he went in and then slid out y/n's small moans that would escape her lips or the way she'd grip the mattress and push her head deep down into it.

"Mm.. fuck Levi keep going don't stop.." y/n says over and over again as the sound of their skin hitting each other fills the room the moon shining in making the experience better it makes the both of them glow.

With each thrust Levi felt himself getting closer and so he started to pull out y/n's legs wrapped around his waist and pull him closer she looked at him her eyes filled with tears as one streamed down her cheek.

"Cum inside of me," y/n speaks her voice low and she grits her teeth.

As with those words Levi came inside of y/n his sticky white hot cum filled y/n up even some leaking out and onto the infirmary mattress as soon as y/n and Levi came down from their high together the door slinged open and Levi pulled his pants right back up.

"Tch, cant you knock" Levi responded his eyes darting over to the window as he turned his back to the door.

"Oh did I interrupt?" Hange pushes up her glasses as they shine due to the moon through the window, "I'm sorry if everybody in headquarters could hear the both of you going at it!" She responds as her face was all red.

Levi looked away as he pushed y/'s dress back down and then walked out of the room shoving past Hange as y/n stood up from the bed and walked over to Hange looking down before looking up and jumping in excitement with Hange.

"Tell me everything" Hange exclaims as she grabs y/n's other hand which wasn't injured and then walked off.

[nomsfaultau]

Daily ask №32

Finale edition!

This has went on for entirely too long, and since I cannot keep this up, I have decided to officially close the daily asks. So, this is a finale of sorts.

1. What was your favourite question out of all? Or just a question that you found particularly interesting.

2. What was your favourite edition out of all? Aka a favourite ask.

3. Did you expect for this to go on for as long as it did? A month? That's not too long but still. What were your general thoughts about it at the start?

4. What questions you hoped I'd ask but I never did? Just in case you have those. Or take this as a space for rambling.

5. Replying to Tubbo from like the 4th or 5th ask, yes the wife revival does work on your wife too. And Rosalind. Boom they're alive now (if they still want them to be) woohoo

6. Any final words from you or the fault crew? Hope they had fun too in theory. With all of the scenarios that I put them into anyways.

Thank YOU for answering all of those questions, giving me the opportunity to ask them in the first place and giving me the opportunity to get to know you and your creations better. Sorry if I was ever annoying or uncreative or anything like that. GOOD LUCK!! CONTINUE CREATING BECAUSE WHAT YOU'RE DOING IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!! FAULT MY BELOVED

I'll probably send asks after that too but maybe not every day. So.. be ready : D

its been an honor

1.Undertale ask. Or the swap one. Very difficult to choose. Brain went brrrr and I had to stop myself from making a whole fic.

2. 15, the one about all the symbolism in that bad boy. And Evil Mole. Also the questions about Ranboo inspired new plot points given I was forced to really interrogate that part. 

3.I did not! Very long time, and like ~150 questions! I was honestly amazed you kept thinking up more and in such different directions. I think at the start it would be in that format of asking about the mcyt characters involved that it was initially, and so figured there’d be five of them. Obviously that was blown out of the water ^-^

4.I thought Niki might come up, but honestly she’s still in the oven so information given would be subject to change. Or potentially the NPCs. 

5.Tubbo: welp we did a whole lotta character growth for no reason! 

But for real though everyone is super stoked about it. Makes getting help from Rosalind’s family easier, plus she can safely get supplies from human civilization without needing to worry about discovery. Probably doesn’t really get rid of 100% all Tubbo angst since they still like made that decision and know that about themselves, but still. Feel like everyone (-tommy) might have some reserves because well Foundation employee, but The Blade remembers how she tried to rescue Tommy and so she’s cool in his books. The Rosalind and Wilbur dynamic would be so complicated between the human + Foundation, but nice? helped? nonthreatening? 

As for Martha. Oh she is so confused and so old. Very lovely lady, but life on the run is not meant for her at all. Not necessarily shocked about all the anomalies since she was less skeptical than Rhodes. Also her husband is now the kid she raised, which is like strange ngl. Freud would have a field day with this one. 

6.They’re mostly relieved with the scenarios, since they tend to be a nice laidback break from the Foundation. Plus the cookies were nice. Nom. 

As for me, thank you for caring so much about the story I’ve poured so much love into! From the start I kinda just intended to throw Fault out into the void to get it out of my head, and the fact little Creetures have decided to gather around a poke it is very warming. Especially having actual conversations, translating abstract numbers into real people. Making it seem real. Like, talking, connecting with someone through it, its very overwhelming in a positive way.

[floof-mah-life]

'Twisted Wonderland came out of my phone!?

You can also find this story in my Wattpad account, I have many chapters already there and I put this here for those who don't have Wattpad or anything.

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"Oi! (Y/n) could you come over here and help me with something real quick!?" A voice shouted from downstairs.

A person just chilling in they're room was too busy on they're phone cuz of a battle they just wanted to beat and get over with.

'C'mon! It's been a week man.... Let me beat you!!'

Basically they're playing twisted Wonderland. It's a game they're friend recommended after they got tired of our dear reader watching Helluva Boss, playing Geshin Impact, and a bunch of other shit they do.

But don't worry! They still do they're own shenanigans. Apparently what they are currently doing is trying to beat a damn overblot, or should I say Vil's overblot.

"Yeah I'll be there in a bit! Lemme just do something really quick!!"

'Vil I fucking love you don't get me wrong but, if I can't beat you after leveling up mAh characters, doing random shit to get more gems Heck! Even spending money for the past few days imma say Neige is the fairest of them all boi!!'

Finally after sometime they finally managed to defeat him.

"WOOHOO!! I BEAT YOU!" Throwing they're hands in the air and doing a small victory dance they begun to think of a few things.

'not gonna lie Vil's overblot form tho...... should've taken a screenshot. I swear to God these damn boys need THERAPY!!!!'

*DING*

Looking back at their phone.

*Low battery (%5)*

'Damn I've been to focus on beating Vil that I forgot to charge mAh damn phone!!'

Quickly getting they charger and plugging in the cord they left it on they're desk.  Standing up from sitting down for around 5 hours they slightly bending down hearing the satisfying cracks.

"Now I just need to help mAh dear sister downstairs...... I'm coming!!"

Going towards the door, opening and closing it, walked downstairs to see they're sister trying to fix the.......ceiling?

"........"

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"Okay what happened this time?"

"Hole in the ceiling......"

"May I ask what really happened or how that got there?"

"..........................Accidentally burned myself from cooking and threw the pan at the ceiling...."

"........alright get the stool and I'll get the tools."

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A bright light begin to glow from the phone....... coming out from the screen a gloved hand....holding onto the edges of the phone they climb out.....

Pulling themselves out of the phone, stood up to look around

"Okay I know that I was avoiding Riddle but, this isn't what I meant!!"

Another figure came out of the phone....

"What the- Ace!?"

The figure turned around to look at the new figure that appeared.

"Deuce!?"

"Where are we? And what did you do this time?!"

"Hold up! Ya blaming be for this?! I didn't do anything! I was just trying to avoid Riddle cause I may have accidentally ate his tart again."

"You can't just 'accidentally' eat someone's else food ace."

"Anyways! I don't what happened nor where we are. I was just on my way my dorm when a bright light came outta nowhere and suddenly here I am."

"Hm......the same thing happened to me except I was feeding the hedgehogs and then I came here."

Both figures begin to look around the area they appeared.

"This looks like a room but, bigger"

Ace scoffed a bit and looked at Deuce

"Bigger? This is basically a room for a Giant!!"

Before deuce could reply they begin to hear a doorknob rattle.

'Eh?!'

Didn't took long for the door to open to reveal our beautiful selves. (H/c) hair colored person coming in and looked a bit tired.

"Damn rats just came outta nowhere.....of course I'm gonna scream...."

They then look up towards they're phone only to see the two figures standing there shocked. They're eyes widened seeing them.

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Both making direct eye contact, no movement until ace grabbed Deuce's arm and begun to run. Not caring where, just away from this giant.

"Run Deuce!!"

"Eh!? Where tho!!?"

"I don't know!! Away from them or something!!!"

Snapping out of they're trance they reached out towards them.

"Hey! Hold up!!"

Both ace and Deuce running to who knows where, they just wanna get away from the so called giant person. Reaching toward the edge of the desk a hand came down startling them, not having to chance to get away both we're grabbed.

"Hey! Put us down!!"

Both boys squirming around only for them to be held by they're blazer.

"Woah! Chill you two.....I ain't gonna hurt ya or anything."

Both cease they're struggle to look at the Giant figure in front of them.

"You're..... your not going to hurt us?" Deuce asked slightly trembling. Like it's not everyday a bright light suddenly appears, you're suddenly stacked to a room that looks like it's for a giant, a huge person appears and they all of a sudden grabbed ya.

The person looked at him with soft eyes. Shaking they're head signalling no they're not going to harm them.

"No I'm not and uh...sorry that I startled you both but, if I didn't do that you both would've fell down and could've possibly hurt yourselves."

"Uh huh! Thanks for that and all but could you put us down!!!" Ace shouted holding onto one of the fingers for dear life.

"Oh! Yeah sorry!"

Going back towards they're desk they put both figures down gently. They kept a safe distance from them.

"So........." Ace started to get rid of the awkward tension surrounding them.

"What's your name?"

"My name's (y/n) nice to meet cha!" (Y/n) smiled at them.

"Well.....I'm Deuce."

"I'm Ace..."

'I know y'all names but, I'm sure it'll be helle weird and creepy if did said ya names out of a sudden.'

"Although if I may ask you both........."

Both Ace and Deuce turned to (Y/n)

"How did you both get here? Or how are you both......tiny? Like you're basically the size of my pinkie I swear."

Ace didn't like that.

"Hey!! Your just huge!" Ace shouted pointing at (Y/n)

"Basically admitting that your tiny." (Y/n) smirked at him.

Before ace could reply Deuce butted in

"We don't know actually. Both of us we're doing our own thing when there was a bright light and then here we are." Deuce cut in basically making sure Ace doesn't say something stupid that could easily get them both killed.

'Okay so wtf do I do now?'

[ang3lzwrld]

1.4 - improvement

written part below ;

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entering the library, your nose is filled with the (un)familiar smell of books and dust. the librarian, lisa, welcomes you in before going back to her work. you make sure to stay quiet so she wouldn’t get angry at you.

walking deeper into the library, you search for kazuha’s familiar white hair, but come to find nobody except some quiet kids in the far corner, presumably doing something else besides studying.

you let out a sigh of defeat, pulling out your phone to text him.

you raise an eyebrow, before turning around to see him smiling at you, two cups of coffee in hand. one of them looks like the drink you always order at the crux, while the other looks like a pumpkin spice latte with whipped cream hastily put on top.

“there you are! i looked all over for you!” you exclaim, before hastily covering your mouth to hide the loudness of your voice. he let out a soft chuckle.

“sorry about that, i thought you saw me. anyways, lets get started.” he led you to a table before sitting down, handing you your coffee while you look at him with an almost childlike wonder in your eyes.

“kazuha- you didn’t have to get me a coffee.. let me pay you back!” you say, your eyes flickering to the drink in his hand.

“it’s quite alright, i don’t mind. you’ll need it anyway if we’re going to get through this in one piece.” he replied, and you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

and with that, the first study session began.

———

“well, i’m happy to say that you’ve shown improvement over the last hour and a half.” kazuha says, smiling at you before handing you your practice test he made you take. there was a 79 at the top.

“i couldn’t have done it without your tips. the verb thing really came in clutch!” you say, smiling back at him. you were happy this was working, and it seemed like a sustainable deal for the both of you.

“anyways, let me pay you, and pay you back for the drink.” you said, handing him a wad of cash. he slowly takes it while looking at you in awe, while you look back at him with confusion.

“sorry- anyways, lets do this again in 3 days? same time same place?” he said, redirecting the subject to something other than money.

“sure! bye kazuha!” you reply, gathering your stuff and leaving. as soon as you make it out of the library (and out of peering eyes), you immediately text your friends.

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synopsis;

kazuha, a not so rich college student, works his free hours away in a coffee shop. every morning, he begins to notice you, a nearly failing college student who’s just trying to get a passing grade, coming in every morning in order to study in the quiet environment that is his work. one day you come in with tears in your eyes after failing yet another test, and he sees this as an opportunity to finally talk to you.

notes

spring break is finally here woohoo also im sooooo excited for mm3 im countinf down the hours 🙏🙏🙏

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Episode X: The Drama (with capital D)

Alexander and Jennifer went inside and realized that, to his surprise, nobody was home. "Thats weird," thought Alexander. "Maybe Cassie went out to see Don and father went to Dina and now they can't go back?" Anyway, the hail will most probably keep them away from coming home for some time.

Alexander was still in good mood so he offered Jennifer a glass of water. He was still hearing a slight buzzing after the wine they drank so water seemed to be a safer option.

He thanked Jennifer for all her support and said it meant a lot to him. "Ah, no problem, I'm always happy to help you!," replied Jennifer and hugged him.

The hug lasted a little bit too long. When Jennifer and Alexander realized that, they both blushed and smiled awkwardly, trying not to look each other in the eyes.

The hail was still strong so Alexander offered Jennifer to show her the famous Goth Manor. He took her to his room and informed her of many applications of the number theory in computer science.

Jennifer: Wow, you're so smart... And you were afraid of college!

Alexander: But college isn't only maths...

Jennifer: I know but you will do well with everything. You're just... Wait a second, I want to show you something too.

Jennifer went to the bathroom so Alexander sat on Mortimer's bed, waiting for her, curious what she was up to. Hail was still knocking on the windows but other than that, it was quiet and peaceful.

Jennifer returned from the bathroom and it was in that moment she 'forgot' she was married. Some would blame the wine, some would say that ACR is responsible.

And then it became clear what she wanted to show to Alexander.

From Alexander's perspective (his glasses aren't round!):

Alexander decided that it was time to finally get rid of his school uniform (both metaphorically and physically) and become a man.

Alexander has never been with a woman before but he enthusiastically jumped into action. He has had a major crush on Jennifer for a long time so having his very first woohoo with her is a dream come true for him. I mean, what teenager wouldn't want to lose virginity with a smoking hot MILF?

The unbearable tension was finally released when Alexander Goth and Jennifer Burb got into bed and started making love.

A batch of love scenes:

Alexander fell asleep immediately after. It seems he gave it all because his energy bar was completely empty. On the other hand, comfort, social and fun bars were full in both Alexander and Jennifer so I guess they both enjoyed their little bedroom workout a lot.

Jennifer woke up much sooner. She got out of bed, quickly got dressed, and then the realization hit her like a bucket of cold water. She ran out of the Goth Manor immediately.

"WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE?!"