#before anyone asks i will never share them the privacy is what's fun to me. but i think this is a joyful practice like I recommend 10/10

[foursaints]

saints!!! i just spent the better part of an hour trying to consume every available piece of content on your rosekiller!! i have never had such adoration for two fictional psychos. would you by any chance have any fic recs, or other times of media i can similarly engage with because i’m just obsessed with everything to do with foursaints!barty and foursaints!evan. THE PARASITES IN ME NEED IT

anon!!! ♡♡ this is so kind of you... I'm glad you are feeling the life-ruining obsession as well. people ask me for rosekiller fic recs a lot and i never know what to say.... you just have to start Hallucinating about them i think. genuinely

[eggrollforyou]

okay but like could we get a sex pollen/power kinda thing but opposite?? like instead of y/n being the one getting hit with it, have law get hit with it. bonus points if he doesn’t want to ask y/n for help at first and he’s a bit submissive when she does help😄😄

Wanted This

Law x F!Reader

CW: NSFW, MDNI, sex pollen trope, unprotected sex, p in v, needy Law, rough sex, use of pet names, one bed trope, mutual pining but they don't know it, porn with plot if I forget anything, lemme know!

A/N: Thank you for this ‘Nonnie! This was a lot of fun. I really hope I did your request justice! Law’s  and readers' thoughts are in italics. Hopefully I separate them enough that it’s not confusing. I apparently felt the need to go into great detail to set up Law going to TOWN on reader 🤣

��W-what?!  Are you fucking serious, Shachi?” Law grumbles in frustration. “I-I’m sorry Captain, rules are rules,” Shachi chuckles nervously, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.  

Of-fucking-course this shit HAS to happen. We’re grounded to weather this weird ass storm and this is the last inn with any vacancy and I draw HER name to share the room? Law thinks to himself. “Why can’t she and Ikkaku bunk up?” he pleads one last time.

“Well, they argued that to be fair, it should just be names from a hat…we’re all adults, etcetera, etcetera. I mean they made a strong point, we’re a crew. What does it matter?” Shachi replies. Law rubs his hand down his face in a hidden panic, expressed as faux annoyance. 

“Fucking FINE,” he chagrined as he swipes the room key from Shachi. “Hey, I mean, maybe you can have that talk with her now? You’ll certainly have the privacy to do it, Captain.” Shachi sheepishly replies, hoping to soothe Law’s foul mood at the current turn of events. “SHHH! Shut the fuck up Shachi. I’ll deal with it,” Law whispers, embarrassed that anyone might have heard. 

His feelings for you have grown the last few months but he hasn’t had the nerve to express to you what they are, being as emotionally repressed as he is. Finally needing to get it all out, he’s been talking to Shachi about it, hoping that maybe by getting it out in the open, he’ll realize that they’re nothing more than a simple crush that will fizzle away with time. 

But no, things can’t be that simple and they can’t go the way of just ignoring it until it goes away that he was hoping he could rely on. And now, since you’re all docked at this island to weather a storm for another couple days he has to spend them sharing the last remaining room at the inn with you?! He takes a deep breath to calm his nerves that are eliciting butterflies in his stomach and anxiety in his chest. He waits until he feels the blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears that he feels burning hot at the idea of sharing a room with you, to dissipate before he goes to find you.

“Looks like we’re bunking together,” Law tries to sound as unbothered as possible as he approaches you, showing the key to your room. Bunking together!? What the fuck is this, camp?! He internally chastises himself. To his surprise, you giggle. “I guess so, Captain!” you reply enthusiastically. God, you’re adorable.

As you both walk toward your room,  you fight to keep your cool. I mean it was obvious to everyone- except apparently Law- that you harbored a crush for the broody man. You’re not sure why you were so excited about this, though. He never seemed to reciprocate your feelings towards him. Always giving you the same clipped responses he gave the rest of the crew. In fact, it seemed he might actually not enjoy your company all that much, the more you think about it. He's always distant. Sometimes if you're going to pass each other late at night on the ship, he flinches and just turns away abruptly. Like he actively avoids you.

Suddenly, you’re wracked with anxiety. This may actually be worse than I was thinking. He probably finds me annoying and this may be REALLY awkward. Suck it up, Y/N. You’re both adults. Just treat it as any other day on the Tang…you’ll be fine right? Ugh. How could I be so stupid. He clearly isn't interested in me. I guess I got so caught up in my feelings, I failed to see it for myself…

As you both approach your room, you shift to stand behind Law to avoid bothering him. Law unlocks the door and as you both step in, you see the bathroom to the right and walk further to see a table in a small sitting area with a vase of beautiful flowers next to the window and one bed. Both of you stop in your tracks. You, quietly giddy and your heart skipping happily, but Law’s face suddenly goes white. You feign shock when he turns to look at you. 

“T-this must be a mistake,” he says. “I’m going to go to the front desk and talk to them. We must have gotten the wrong room key, we’re supposed to have two beds,” he hurries as he rushes out of the room. Leaving you standing there, quietly trying to mend your breaking heart, hoping your face doesn't show the disappointment at your realization that Law just isn't that into you. Keep it together Y/N….it’s only unrequited love. You can deal with it, you sarcastically tell yourself. Leaving you to just nod in acceptance as he sees you before he shuts the door. 

“I’m sorry, Sir. But that is our last room available. We apologize for the inconvenience. It was also assumed that a couple would be staying in the room. We can certainly send up a second set of linens for you if that will help?” Law glared daggers at the clerk who didn’t seem to give two shits about the predicament their assumptions put him in. He sighed in defeat, “Fine. A second set of linens. We’ll make do,” he waves his hand as he walks away. 

When he returns, you're nowhere in sight but he hears the shower running, steam slowly trickling out from under the door. He breathes a sigh of momentary relief. Don't make this awkward, alright? We're adults. We can manage. I'll just tell her I have extra blankets and a pillow being delivered to sleep on the floor. No need to make this a thing.

A few moments later, someone knocks on the door. Must be the bedding. Law gets up from sitting at the table contemplating why life has planned out to land him in this exact moment as he answers, collecting the bedding from the housekeeper and promptly shutting the door behind him. 

The loud slam of the door closing broke you from your in-shower zone out, where little to Law's knowledge, you're also contemplating what karmic retribution landed you here in this exact situation. Your heartbeat in your ears from being suddenly startled, you take a deep breath. It can’t be THAT bad to share a room with me, can it? What the fuck, this seems really over the top for a minor inconvenience.

You hurry to finish showering, clearing your head as best you can, and try to face how you’re going to approach the next couple days. I can just grab my book and hang out in the lobby or at the tavern or something. I don’t have to stay in the room. Just use it purely as a space to sleep. You’ve resigned, you’re going to get dressed, grab your book and just go down to the tavern for a drink and to read. It’ll be some nice alone time anyway.

Law hears the water shut off in the bathroom and in a rush, he accidentally almost throws the spare blanket on the table and knocks over the vase of flowers, water spilling everywhere. “Shit!” Law leans over and rushes to right the vase, but the damage is done. There’s water everywhere as it trickles off the table onto the floor. He immediately coughs and sneezes, realizing in the fall, the pollen on some of the flowers is knocked loose. “What-” he coughs “-the fuck?” He has nothing left to do but wait for you to get out of the bathroom, to grab a towel to clean up the mess. 

In a couple minutes, you rush out of the bathroom, mumbling an apology for taking so long in the bathroom. You walk briskly to your bags and grab a book and turn to exit the room as quickly as you can, trying to make as little eye contact as possible to avoid showing Law the hurt and growing frustration in your eyes. “I’m, uh, gonna be down at the tavern,” as you wave your book in the air. Before Law has a chance to respond, you’re gone. The door quickly shutting behind you. 

He sighs a breath of something- Resignation? Relief? Wanting? He’s not sure. He wants to spend time with you but you have his brain so fucked up. He gets tongue tied and nervous around you. He finds himself wanting to impress you? He wants to get to know you better but you don’t need that. Don’t need what his baggage would mean for you. Suddenly, he’s thinking about your hair. How it always looks so soft. Soft like how soft your skin must feel. He walks to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean the mess from the flowers and he’s hit with the warm, humid air still lingering in the bathroom. The scent is tinged with your soap. The smell enveloping him like how you envelope his thoughts.

He closes his eyes and takes it in. The warmth of the humid, heavy air clings to his skin and he feels it spread across his chest and he suddenly gets pangs of pain in his gut. His eyes snap open. What the hell? His chest feels tight, his skin burns, his ears are buzzing and all he can think of is how soft your lips look. How he wants to kiss them….and your jaw…and your neck. His thoughts grow hazy and he imagines how he would press you against the bathroom counter, bend you over and fuck you into oblivion. WHAT THE FUCKi?!

He feels the familiar throbbing of his cock when he lets his thoughts wander about you, but this time, it feels like if he doesn’t have some contact, he’ll explode. He begins breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath that seems to evade him as his skin burns and tingles, focusing on his groin. What the hell is happening to me? Something’s wrong. He looks down and he sees the evidence of his arousal, feeling as if he doesn’t release his cock, his pants will rip. Without thinking, he hurriedly unzips his pants and frees himself with a sigh, but the aching pain continues. He leans on the bathroom wall and slowly slides down as he palms himself over his boxers trying to find some relief. It sends electric jolts down his spine. 

He pulls his boxers down slightly and grips his length at the base. It’s veiny, an angry red, and dripping precum. He hisses as his hand starts moving up and down, collecting the precum from the top and twisting his fist down his shaft. He begins to pump his fist hoping to find some release from this crazed feeling. When he thinks he might finally reach his peak, he finds himself unable to finish and find relief. He continues over and over and there seems to be no release in sight. “Fuuuhck,” he whispers to himself as he slams the back of his head on the bathroom wall in frustration, panting and sweating.

“Shit!” you mumble to yourself. “I grabbed the wrong fucking book,” as you bring your palm to your forehead. You made it to the tavern, decided to order your drink and a snack first before settling down to crack open your book. You were slightly distracted because Shachi and Penguin were sitting at another table and staring at you. You could swear they had a look of pity but thought it must be because you didn’t want to sit with them. Much preferring to deal with your current emotional state alone. 

When you opened your book, looking for your bookmark, you realized then that you grabbed the next book in the series you were reading. “Damn it….now I have to go back up there,” you whined. Do I really need to read right now?

Ugh. I can’t be a weirdo and just stare at the wall all night. I’ll just run in and grab it really quick. And you stand up to head back to the room.

Law didn’t hear your footsteps approaching in his attempt to deal with his current predicament. But as soon as you stopped at the door, he smelled you. His pupils suddenly dilated and his breathing labored. He stops and quickly covers his lap with the towel he couldn't remember the reason he needed as you open the door to the room. 

He grunts as you walk past him, but you don't realize where he is, nor the state he's in. He's trying not to let you find him like this- needy, desperate, bordering rabid for touch. You walk to your bag and swap out the correct book and make your way back to the door to nurse your drink. You hear a shuffle in the bathroom and take a passing peek. You see Law’s legs splayed out, his body propped on the wall. He's breathing heavily, his face and chest are flushed, he's practically dripping sweat.

You stop, “Law! C-captain! Are you ok?!” You immediately begin to check for a fever, search for his pulse on his wrist to check his heart rate. He hisses at the contact, ripping his wrist from your grasp, “G-get out,” he enunciates. “L-leave me alone, I'm f-fine, damn it.” Your hands recoil from him as you pull them back. What the hell is going on? “Captain, I just want to make sure you're-”

“I said I'm fine,” he pants, interrupting you. Grimacing in pain as waves of it return.

 I can't just leave him like this, but clearly he doesn't want my help. “I can get Shachi, or Penguin? I really don't think I should leave you like this, Law.” Your concern for his well being winning out over wanting to leave his grumpy ass alone. Something was clearly wrong, you wouldn't feel right storming off. 

“N-no! P-please,” he's begging. Beginning to lose his mind from his desire to have your skin on his. To kiss you, like he's always wanted to, to force your gaze in the mirror to make you watch him worship your body. He wanted nothing more than to explore every inch of you but not like this. He wanted to tell you that you consume his thoughts. He's wanted to ask you out ages ago but he was too much of a coward to do it. And where has that silence led him? 

He's now writhing on the bathroom floor of a room at an inn, with an erection that won't go away, a mind full of lustful thoughts that he cannot control and you worriedly and helplessly staring at him. 

You take a moment, seeing he's clearly in pain and instead try a different approach with him. “Law, I need you to tell me what's wrong. Where are you in pain? Can you tell me your symptoms? Is it ok for me to check your pulse?” You slowly reach out. He nods, his chest heaving. You look down and notice the towel over his lap and your eyes widen. He's very clearly trying to conceal his erection, but the towel does nothing to hide it. 

Suddenly, you realise what's going on. You've seen it before, prior to joining the crew. It's the effects of an aphrodisiac. You steel your nerves. You have no idea what's going to happen when you tell him this. “L-law,” your cheeks are hot, turning bright red, “I, uhm, I think I know what's going on. It looks like you may have been exposed to an aphrodisiac.” You awkwardly clear your throat. 

His wild eyes connect with yours, they're so dilated you can barely see the beautiful amber and gold that they usually glow. He gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down and you're trying to keep your cool, at least for his sake. “P-please, Y/N. I need your help, w-what do I need to fix….this?” He gestures his hands to his throbbing erection. “I-it hurts,” he mumbles through gritted teeth. 

Your eyes quickly snap from his groin to his eyes, your breath hitches, “I…think you know...how to fix it,” you whisper. He leans forward and presses his face into the crook of your neck and inhales a deep breath in your hair, “I'm- hng- I'm sorry,” he winces. “I wanted this to be different.” Your smell is driving him crazy, it's so enticing, it's like you're a siren calling out to him and he's losing whatever sliver of self control he has left. 

“What are you talking about, Law? Different-” Suddenly he reaches forward and he slips his hand behind your head, pulling you to him in a messy kiss. You pause for a moment, but soon get lost in his need. Returning his heated kisses as you lean into him. 

You yelp as he pulls you onto his lap, groaning as you grind your hips onto him. He's lost in the feeling of you. Your lips slotting into his feel like perfection and he never wants to leave. His tongue swipes your bottom lip and you part your lips for him. Your tongues dance together, exploring each other. “I need you Y/N,” he growls as he pulls the towel out from underneath you. 

While your hips are lifted, he pulls your skirt down and you shift to remove the item completely and he looks down. His cock throbbing harder at the sight of your lacy underwear. With a growl you hear a RIP as he tosses your underwear to the side. “P-please, I n-,” he groans in desperation, “I n-need to know you want this t-too.” 

Your heart is racing, you just want him to feel better, but you feel selfish. You wonder if this is just the pollen talking. Will he still want me when it's out of his system? Should I walk away? You decide now’s the time to just tell him. This situation is already about as messy as it can get, just get it out in the open. Treat it like a bandage, just rip it off. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, “Law, I’ve always wanted this.”

Law’s eyes go wide for a brief moment and in one swift motion, he pulls you down onto his length. He groans, a gritty sound, deep from within his chest. You gasp at the sudden stretch as and the delicious burn of your body stretching to accommodate him. He presses his forehead to yours, hot breaths fanning your face, “‘m’sorry. I wanted this to be d-different,” he pants. Despite his pain and desperation, he’s trying to hold back to avoid hurting you. But you take the lead, surprising him.

You capture his lips in a wet kiss, all tongue and teeth as you pull up on his cock and slam your hips down. His groans and praises spur you to keep a steady pace as you bounce up and down his length. “F-fuck, Law, hnng,” you cry out as you throw your head back in pleasure.

Law latches his lips to your neck, pressing hot open mouthed kisses and biting it between whispered thank yous. After a few moments, you begin to slow down to the delight of your legs and hips as the muscles burn and ache. Pulling up slowly to his tip, feeling every delicious inch and prominent vein in your clenching walls before pushing your hips back down. 

Rolling your hips causes Law to grip your hips tightly, his fingertips turning white, “S-shit, Y/N, slow down, m’gonna-,” he warns you of his impending orgasm. You lean down to his ear, biting his earlobe, “G-give it to me.” Your sultry command is his undoing. He pulls you down as he thrusts up into you, holding you tightly against him as he moans, spilling inside of you. As you both continue panting, you feel him twitch inside of you again. “M’not done with you yet, love” he growls. He wraps his arms around you, presses his back to the wall, and stands up without ever leaving your warmth.

He pulls out of you and you protest the sudden feeling of emptiness and he sets you to stand in front of him. Turning you around, he fixes his gaze on you in the mirror, you both lock eyes and hurriedly remove the remainder of your clothing.

Law takes in your naked form, his pupils so dilated you only see black, and his gaze darkens. He still has the painful urge deep in his gut telling him to continue. One orgasm was not enough to dull the effects of the pollen, as he’s still excruciatingly hard.

He pulls your back to his chest so you are flush with his body, reaching around to grab your breasts and knead and squish them, gently rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. You moan, leaning your head back on him.

One of his hands snakes down and rubs circles on your clit, dipping down to press a finger into you, collecting his cum, swirling it and pressing it back in. He watches as you close your eyes, furrowing your brow, and biting your lip.

He leans back and lines back up to your entrance again and presses in, to the hilt, again. “Fuuhck, Law, fuck me, please,” you beg. Law immediately begins pounding into you at an inhuman pace, forcing your back into an arch as he watches how your body greedily takes him. “Mmmm, shit,” he whispers. He’s beginning to lose himself in you, blinded by lust induced by the pollen. The bathroom is filled with the sinful sounds of skin meeting skin when his hips slam into you and your labored breathing. 

Law presses down on your hips slightly so his cock continues to hit the spot in you that makes your knees weak, “Fuck, right there, don’t stop, pleeeeease,” you cry out as he brings you closer to your orgasm. The fire in your belly burns hotter and hotter with each pass of his cock. “Let go for me, sweetheart. Give it to me,” he whispers in your ear as he gently bites the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet. 

He forces your gaze to the mirror. As soon as you make eye contact with him, seeing the position he has you, the feral look in his eyes, you shatter. Your orgasm washing over you in waves as your cunt clenches and flutters on his length, gripping it so tightly his eyes roll back. He moans into your ear as he finishes inside of you again. Pulsing and throbbing as he fills you so full, you feel it beginning to run down the inside of your leg. He doesn’t stop fucking into you. Like a man possessed, he continues fucking into you.

He suddenly turns you around, picking you up and pulling you into another kiss. His tongue enters your mouth, taking you, overwhelming your senses. He sets you on the countertop in the bathroom and without skipping another beat, presses his still hard cock into you. You open your eyes in surprise and he begins pounding into you again as your legs are dangling over his elbows, his hands grabbing a firm grip of your ass. He wants to stay like this and claim you as his, forever. 

“Fu-uck, I can’t get enough of you, baby,” Law moans. His head thrown back, you watch his Adam’s apple bob with his swallow, watching the sweat that’s beading on his skin, drip down his sculpted chest and abs. You watch as his, somehow, still hard cock goes in and out of you. “Mmmn,” is all you can manage in your fucked out state. There are no words left, only him and how he has complete control over you as you quickly approach another orgasm. 

Law continues to fuck into you and rolls his hips, adjusting the angle his cock slams into you. Pressing that spot just right again and again. He presses two fingers on your clit and begins pressing in harsh sloppy circles as he gets close to cumming again.

The bathroom air is thick and heady with the sounds and smells of sex and lust. He feels you clenching again as you approach another orgasm, gasping and gripping his arms as you twitch under his ministrations. With one final, harsh thrust, Law groans as he cums again, pressing hard on your clit, you scream out. Your mouth falls open as you cum again on his cock, taking everything he’s giving you.

The effects of the pollen are finally waning. Law’s mind is growing clearer by the second as he rests his forehead on yours. Both of you panting, trying to come down from your highs as he continues to throb and slowly pump into you. You both wince from overstimulation as he pulls out of you. Your legs hang down over the edge of the counter, but your body is reduced to putty. Every part of you feels heavy. Law gently picks you up, bridal style, and walks you to the bed, laying you down. He walks back to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean you up.

As you slowly regain clarity after a few moments, you begin to grow nervous about what this all means now. Will this change your relationship negatively? Was he serious earlier when he said he wanted this? Or was that the pollen talking? You’re so lost in your anxious thoughts you didn’t register Law lying down in bed next to you. “Y/N,” he says again to get your attention, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Are you…are you ok?” he quietly questions. His face covered in a look of worry matching your own. “C-can I be honest with you, Law?” He nods.

“I-I….I’ve wanted you for a long time, Law. I know you were under the effects of the pollen, so uhm, if you don’t want to be-” he cuts you off with a kiss that you find all too easy to fall into. “I’ve liked you for a long time as well, Y/N. I….I really did want this, just….not this way. I wanted to get here eventually but I was too afraid to say anything to you,” he quietly admits.

You feel your face heating up in a blush, reaching your hand out to touch his cheek, “We’re both idiots, I guess, huh?” you chuckle. He nods in agreement, “Heh…yea, I guess so,” his thumb rubs soft circles on your shoulder. “W-will you be mine, Y/N?” he sheepishly asks. 

Your heart jumps and you giggle at his bashfulness after what just transpired between you two. You press a soft kiss to his cheek, “You always had me, Law.”

PHEW! This fic practically wrote itself, though it ended up WAAAY longer than I expected😅. I really hope you enjoyed it! Thanks again for the request! As a reminder, I work full time, am a part time graduate student, and I have a family. My life can get pretty chaotic, quickly. I will work on requests when I have the free time! ily all  ❤️💕

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[kelstey]

i waited

theodore nott x reader

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❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

theo kissed your forehead, both you bodies sticky and sweaty from the moments prior. you smiled to yourself as his muscular arms made their way around you.

"i don't think i'll ever get over how beautiful you are," theo ran his fingers through yourhair.

"thank you, theo," you turned your head and kissed his lips.

your happiness was quickly replaced by a sudden wave of what felt like guilt and shame.

the two of you had always been close, sharing kisses, looks, even touching when no oneelse would be looking. that part killed you.

no one knew. not even pansy and luna. given, luna may not be accepted by a large majority of slytherins but you couldn't help but love her, she was amazing and understood you in a way no one else did.

that's how private the two of you had decided- well improvised on. you wanted to show him off. you wanted to kiss him before class, hold hands when sat next to each other, dance in front of everyone, everything.

but he didn't want that. he liked the privacy. but you were never sure if that was really a cover for simply using you.

but you let him.

"i should get going, i'm going out with luna to the three broomsticks," you moved out of theo's arms and started picking up the clothes that were discarded all over the room after theo ripped them off of you.

"tell her i said hi," theo said, another thing that you liked about him. he liked luna. but he was partially stupid as you couldn't tell luna that he said hi, she would ask questions as to why he would even do that.

"i think you forgot we are a secret," you put your tights on.

"fuck, yeah. well- have fun then," theo waved and you hurried out, still attempting to tie your tie.

you felt the tears coming. you couldn't help it. you felt idiotic to allow theo to walk all over you. you promised yourself you would never let a man take you for a fool, but no. here you are, years later, being taken as a fool by a man you were in love with.

obviously he didn't know, he couldn't. it would ruin everything.

the two of you agreed to strictly have just sex. just sex. just stupid fucking amazing sex. he was a natural at it, he knew how to make you cum in minutes. he had you wrapped around his finger.

you typically wouldn't let anyone see or touch you, but theo? he could do anything and you would let him. it also felt like a weird bonding experience.

sex is intimate, of course. it's the closest two souls can get to each other. and you were convinced that the countless amount of times you did it in a day with him made some sort of connection.

you wiped your tears away as you entered the three broomsticks and saw luna sat alone in your usual corner. "luna!"

"you're here!" she exclaimed and got up out of her seat to hug you.

"of course, you know i love our chats here," you smiled and the two of you sat down.

"are you okay?" she asked as she observed the mascara which was evidently smudged under your eyes.

you had to tell her. you had to tell someone. there's no one you would rather tell than her. "luna, please, pinky promise me you won't ever tell a soul."

she nodded, "your secret is safe with me. you know that."

you looked around the place, only noticing two other tables of people who seemed to be in their own little worlds. "okay, me and theo have been hooking up. like friends with benefits style, but i'm in love with him. i cant keep doing this. it hurts, luna. i want to love him and kiss him around our friends but i can't."

luna sat and listened to you ramble on, a few tears shedding in the process. "that's horrible. but you must know, no man, especially one who you aren't even dating, should ever make you feel this way. the right one will make you cry only tears of happiness and pleasure, if you know what i mean."

her comment made you laugh, this was why you loved her. "thanks lu. sorry about that rant, i haven't told anyone and so feel special you're first to hear about this fucked up situation."

"i'm glad you can trust me, but i think i may have an idea," luna sat upright. "how about you stop meeting him so often? maybe start seeing him once a day; then once every few days. if you want to take it a step further you could even start hanging out with another boy more."

"luna you're a fucking genius," you reached over and hugged her.

"you know i always have the best ideas," she giggled.

just then the door opened and luna's eyes focused behind you, as your back was turned to the door.

"who is it?" you asked as you noticed her smile had dropped.

"don't turn around if you don't want to cry," she said and you immediately turned your head 180°.

"no fucking way," your jaw dropped as you saw theo walk in with cho. "is he fucking shitting me right now? luna tell me i'm dreaming. tell me."

"i'm sorry, babe. do you want to go somewhere else?" she asked.

"yes it is best we go. i don't think i'll be able to hold back a fucking fist in both their stupid faces," you both got up.

and as for your amazing luck, they both spotted you and luna. theo called out your name and walked over to you. "hey, what's up?" he asked with a stupid smile on his face as if he didn't know what he was doing.

"hey theo," luna gave a small wave and he smiled at her.

"we were just leaving," you said and took luna's hand and the two of you walked out. you heard theo say something but you were too distracted by the ringing in your ears.

"it's okay, it's okay," luna engulfed you into a very big, very needed hug.

"why would he do that? i literally told him i was going to be here with you?" you cried into her arms.

"he's a boy, they don't think with their brains, only their dicks."

-

it had been a few days since the incident and you still had not spoke to theo. you were going out of your way to ignore him, not caring if it hurt you more than him.

you would spot theo in the halls, once he noticed you, you had already turned around and walked the complete opposite way before he even got a chance to call out your name.

it hurt too much. it didn't help that after those first couple of days, he eventually stopped trying to get your attention. instead he was being all handsy with cho.

it killed you, hardly being able to speak or react. it also hurt that you had to distance yourself from the other slytherins who noticed the lack of your presence.

but it wasn't all too bad, instead of hanging with them you and luna started hanging out more. she would check up on you constantly, making sure to cheer you up to avoid you thinking about him.

she knew you were deeply upset about it. she allowed you to grieve, cry and let all of it out. she herself had never experienced this type of hurt, but she was almost grateful as she saw how badly it impacted you.

aside from not speaking to theo, you kept your head up high. you still went to class, still did your work, still sat at the slytherin table for meals. everyone noticed the tension between the two of you.

no one asked, or at least in front of your face. they decided it was better to keep quiet and try keep things as normal as could be.

amongst those few days of hurting, you started growing closer with mattheo. he was also there for you, he wasn't sure exactly what happened with theo but he knew it was hurting you and so he decided to be there for you.

he also had to admit that it was also due to the fact that he fancied you. you began sitting next to him at meals, class, even sometimes being spotted after classes walking together.

this didn't go unnoticed by theo, of course. he wanted to punch mattheo in his face. mattheo was one of theo's closest friends and to see him get close with you, it also hurt him.

it was a stupid, stupid situation. the two of you pretending to move on while both your feelings grew stronger- though a large majority of it was anger due to the fact you were not communicating.

or at least verbally communicating. whenever you looked up, no matter where you were, his eyes were the first ones to meet yours.

it was ridiculous, really. you couldn't seem to get away from him, he seemed to stalk you as if you were prey. he couldn't get you out of his mind.

-

you looked over at the clock, 2:56am. great. you couldn't seem to sleep for some reason and it was starting to annoy you. you quietly got out of bed, slipping on a random hoodie on the floor and your slippers before leaving your dorm. you knew that after 12am, no teachers or prefects would be on lookout so you didn't have to worry too much about getting caught.

you made your way up to the astronomy tower, your favourite spot to go when you were unable to sleep. you reached into your pj short pockets and retrieved the joint that you rolled earlier.

you got the lighter out and attempted to light it. of course it had to be out of fluid. you were just away to get up when you noticed theo standing behind you.

"you spooky bitch! why the fuck would you stand there like that, holy fuck bro. you better be glad i'm a teenager and not an old woman cause you would've gave me a heart attack," you scolded him as you raised a hand over your heart to relieve yourself of the pure distress he just put you through.

"calm down, darling. here's a lighter," he passed you his stainless steel lighter. the same one you carved both of your initials into. you were surprised he used it.

"you don't get to do that," you looked up at him, feeling anger flowing through your veins. theo looked at you, he seemed confused but also like he knew what was happening.

"you don't get to have cuddle me, kiss me, make love to me, everything a couple would do, and then fucking show up to a place where you knew i was at with another stupid fucking girl! do you know how long i've waited for you? years theo, fucking years! i thought it was best to keep waiting, hoping for the day that you would admit you loved me back, but you didn't. but i still waited, theo, i fucking waited. i would never do this if it was anyone else," you felt tears threatening to spill and a lump in your throat.

theo remained quiet, he looked down at his hands and played with the silver rings which decorated his stupidly pretty hands. you waited for him to say something, anything. but he didn't. once again, but were you surprised.

"have your stupid lighter back. i never should've carved our initials in it thinking we could've been something," you shoved the silver lighter into his hands before walking off.

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

[isacksteban]

https://www.tumblr.com/isacksteban/780240921086328832/if-i-wrote-a-little-blurby-blurb-would-anyone-read?source=share

they're compelling me. the blurb will be the deciding factor as to whether i finally given in. no pressure tho 🤗

well you're in luck... heres my trans gabby x nico blurb!!

The 2025 season buzzed with a rare blend of anticipation and speculation. Paddock whispers turned into a media storm when Kick Sauber made a headline-grabbing announcement: their newest driver lineup would feature not only the returning veteran Nico Hülkenberg, but also an audacious, unexpected choice — Gabriella Bortoleto.

A talented rookie and reigning Formula 2 champion, Gabriella had taken the junior racing world by storm with her razor-sharp racecraft, calm under pressure, and charismatic presence both on and off the track. But what truly made the signing historic was that Gabriella would become the first ever full-time female driver in Formula 1 history — a milestone that thrilled fans, divided critics, and set the internet ablaze.

Yet behind the triumph and triumphalism, very few knew Gabriella’s full story.

Years earlier, she had been Gabriel — a name now tucked gently into the past. Gabriella had socially transitioned at a very young age, supported by a fiercely loving family and a select few in the motorsport world who respected her privacy. Her past wasn’t a secret, but it wasn’t a headline either. In the hyper-competitive, deeply traditional world of motorsport, she had quietly fought her own battles long before strapping into a Formula 1 car.

From the very moment she stepped into the Kick Sauber garage in Bahrain for pre-season testing, she turned heads — not out of novelty, but because of her unmistakable presence. She moved like she belonged. Her calm demeanor under pressure, the easy warmth in her smile, and her articulate reflections during debriefs caught everyone’s attention. Most of all, though, it was her speed. Her pace was undeniable.

Nico Hülkenberg, once considered the sport’s perennial unlucky hero, had returned to the grid expecting another season of gritty competition and maybe, if the car allowed, some fun battles in the midfield. He didn’t expect Gabriella.

He’d seen rookies before — most of them came in with wide eyes, heavy shoulders, and a desperate need to prove themselves. Gabriella was different. She was confident, but never arrogant. Calm, yet never dull. She asked questions. She listened. She learned. And more than anything, she carried herself with a quiet resilience that Nico couldn’t help but admire.

They bonded quickly, almost accidentally. It began with shared simulator sessions that stretched long into the night, both of them pushing setups and strategies, challenging each other to shave off milliseconds. Then came the companionable walks through the empty paddock after hours, helmet hair and all, talking about everything from tire compounds to childhood dreams.

Nico didn’t know when it shifted. Maybe it was the time she brought him coffee just the way he liked it, without asking. Or maybe it was the way she laughed — a real, full-bellied laugh — after he made some dry joke during a chaotic strategy meeting. Or how she clapped the loudest for him when he placed in Q3, even after a tough session of her own. Somewhere between the long nights and quiet mornings, Nico realized he’d fallen for her.

And Gabriella felt it too.

The closeness between them deepened — the subtle, lingering touches, the stolen glances during driver briefings, the way her expression softened when Nico was near. There was an intimacy in their shared silence, in the way they knew what the other needed before either of them said a word. But with that closeness came a familiar, creeping fear.

For Gabriella, affection had always been a tightrope walk. She had spent years learning to read people — to anticipate when admiration might curdle into something cruel. She knew what the world could be like when it discovered something it didn’t understand. And though she trusted Nico, part of her still braced for the moment it might all unravel.

Nico wasn’t oblivious. He knew there were things she hadn’t said out loud. He’d heard the whispers, the half-formed rumors floating in the media lounges and private WhatsApp chats. He didn’t care. But he also knew that caring might not be enough.

One quiet evening in Monaco, the city lay bathed in a soft golden hue, the sun dipping slowly into the horizon beyond the shimmering sea. From Gabriella’s balcony high above the marina, the world felt still — a rare, perfect silence that wrapped around them like a blanket. Below, the yachts bobbed lazily in the harbor, lights flickering to life one by one, but up here, it was just the two of them. No media, no pressure, no engine noise — just the faint sound of waves and the shared rhythm of their breaths.

Nico leaned against the railing, his arm brushing against hers, both of them content in the hush between them. She was curled into her chair, knees drawn up to her chest, wine glass untouched beside her. The air smelled faintly of salt and jasmine, and the last bits of sunlight danced in her dark curls. He looked at her like he always did — like she was something luminous. But tonight, Gabriella couldn’t bask in the warmth of it. Her heart was pounding too loudly, drowning out the quiet. The truth she’d carried for so long pressed against her ribs, aching to be spoken.

“Nico,” she said softly, her voice barely more than a breath.

He turned immediately, sensing the tremor in her tone. The ease between them shifted. Her hands were clenched together in her lap, her gaze on the horizon but unfocused, distant. He straightened, concern flickering across his face.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” she continued, eyes still fixed on the orange-streaked sky. “Before this goes any further. I owe you the truth.”

Nico waited, giving her the space she needed. He had a feeling, maybe deep down, that this moment was coming — that there was something Gabriella had been holding in. But he didn’t push. He never did.

She swallowed hard. “I was born a boy.”

The words came out raw, heavy with fear. Her voice trembled, her hands shaking slightly. “I transitioned a few years ago. It wasn’t sudden — I knew who I was when I was a kid. My parents supported me, and… I’ve been Gabriella for a long time now. Buy— barely anyone in the paddock knows. Not the press. Not the fans. And— I don't know... I'm so sorry I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to see me differently. Ididn’twanttoruinwhateverthisis.”

She paused, finally looking at him, eyes wide and brimming. “But I couldn’t keep lying by omission. Not to you. I care about you too much. And I’m scared. I’m scared you’ll pull away. Or tell someone. Or…” Her voice cracked. “Or that you’ll be disgusted.”

A long moment passed. Gabriella’s breath caught in her throat.

But then Nico reached out — not hesitating, not even for a second — and gently took her hand in his.

“Gabriella,” he said, voice steady, grounding. “Thank you. For trusting me. That takes more courage than most people will ever understand.”

She blinked at him, confused, vulnerable. Her lips parted like she was about to say something, to backtrack or apologize, but he shook his head slightly and held her gaze.

“You do know that doesn’t change how I feel about you, right?” he said. “Not even a little.”

Her eyes welled up, and she let out a shaky breath, the beginnings of tears shining on her lashes. “You’re not… angry? You’re not freaked out?”

“No,” he said firmly. “I still see you. You’re the same girl I’ve spent nights laughing with, racing beside, talking to until sunrise. That’s not going anywhere. I don’t care who you used to be — I never knew him. I know you.”

She stared at him, the words slowly sinking in, cracking through the years of armor she’d built around her heart.

“You really mean that?” she whispered.

Nico smiled, warm and unwavering. “I want to be with you, Gabriella. Not the idea of you. You.”

A laugh escaped her lips — light and wet with relief. “God, you have no idea how long I’ve been terrified of this.”

"It's all okay now,” he said gently.

And with that, she leaned into him, and his arms wrapped around her like they were made to fit. For the first time in what felt like forever, she allowed herself to feel safe.

Truly safe.

Wanted.

Seen.

[fictionalmenmakemecry]

Golden Globes

Characters: Jeremy Allen White x Reader

Summary: A quick blur on what it would be like to be by Jeremy's side at the golden globes.

Warnings: Cursing, anxiety.

"I can't go"

You exhaled tiredly plopping down on his couch.

"It'll be okay, I want you by my side. Everything will be great and it might even be fun." Jeremy sat next to you, resting his hand on your thigh.

You glanced over at him and then closed your eyes leaning your head back. The knots you felt in your stomach were nauseating.

"Look, I know how daunting it is but it's a big night for me and it would mean a lot if you were there" He sighed, looking down at his hand on your leg.

There was silence between both of you.

You drove past The Hilton where you saw them setting up for the golden globes. You and Jeremy have been dating on the down low for the past 6 months. It was hard with always leaving at odd hours of the night in different disguises. You would enter and leave places separately. But as difficult as it was, you both had the privacy to spend time with each other without the pressure of the press or public.

You were a high school teacher. You weren't used to this environment. Hell, he was barely used to it as this point. He understood how you felt and didn't want to make you feel trapped. But this was a big night for him, and he needed you there. He wasn't completely comfortable himself as this was still not normal for him, but having you there would steady him.

"But everything will change" You spoke out quietly.

Jeremy took a deep breath. He glanced at you and saw the anxiety in your body. Your shoulders were bunched up, and your hands were in tight bundles.

You rolled your head over to him and looked at his blue eyes that were searching your face.

"I know... But wouldn't you prefer that they find out our way than we getting caught some night and it being all over the internet?" He asked with his head leaning on his arm on the back of the couch.

Your mind flickered back to so many close times of getting caught. When ducking when driving around or always looking around to see if you could sneak a quick kiss. The only time you felt truly at peace was in bed with him. His body was close to yours. No risk of anyone seeing you. Whether being in his embrace in the intimate moments you shared or watching your favorite movies sharing food. You were afraid of never feeling that peace again.

His hands were caressing you gently. His fingers brushed your hair and grazed down your cheek. His fingertip outlining your lips. His touch did make you calm down a little but the anxiety was still there.

"They're going to destroy me," you whispered, keeping your eyes on his.

You knew that people were going to speak about you being a teacher and not being good enough for him.

"Fuck 'em" He whispered, gently stroking your cheek.

"You just focus on us."

There you sat in complete awe, looking at your boyfriend accepting a golden globe. You looked around and saw all eyes were on him. You felt so proud after seeing how hard he worked in this short time you've known him, you knew he deserved it.

"...... I'm completely overwhelmed with this. Uhh-" He glanced at the award in his hand.

"I just want to say thank you to everyone I've worked with on The Bear, you made this happen for me and I'm forever grateful...." He looked around and finally his eyes landed on you.

"Uh-and finally.. thank you sweetheart for coming with me tonight and always being by my side" He raised his golden globe before giving a light wave and making his way off stage.

You could feel everyone's stare on you and you cheeks were on fire. You couldn't believe that he acknowledge you on live television in front of millions. You just wanted to be there for him but he was clearly making sure that people knew you were with him tonight.

You watched as he made his way back as other nominees were getting called out for another category. He came over and sat beside leaning over and giving you a light reassuring kiss.

"I can't believe you got it babe" You whispered looking at the award on the table between both of you.

"Me neither." He smiled genuinely, looking you up and down while wrapping his arm around your waist of your backless dress.

You gave him a light slap on the chest for making your blush even more if that was possible.

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[dailyiiwheelship]

Redone Intro!

"dailyiiwheelship" is a blog where I spin an ii character wheel twice, and post about whatever ship comes from it!

For some info on the creator, I use any pronouns and am a minor! For privacy reasons, I've decided to identify with the little mascot I've made for the blog. (Not sure what to name them yet, like... Prizey or Prize Wheel-y or something) you can see them in my profile picture and banner!

Some Basic Rules for/Notable Things About the Blog:

Most rules are just for me, (for example: I am not allowed to share my own opinions on the ships I post, for obvious reasons) but there are a few things for any followers or viewers of the blog.

Any hate to me or others over the ships generated will be deleted. Reminder that I am just spinning a wheel a few times and I never plan to say what ships I like or dislike. Obviously you are allowed to dislike or hate the ships rolled, but I prefer you not attack anyone over their opinions.

It's true that the wheels aren't spun just twice 100% of the time. I usually skip Bot and the Cherries, (primarily due to age reasons, I myself am unsure of their ages and decided it was better to leave them out) and I will reroll if it lands on a character that has already been rolled twice before. I will also reroll if what I land on is a proship or a ship that has already been posted.

Tag Guide (in-case it is needed):

#wheel posts: any post that features a rolled ship

#non wheel posts: any post that isn't a rolled ship

#rarepair: any rolled ship that can be considered a rarepair

#prizey: any post including my persona

#sunset juice / toasty marsh: other joke characters for the blog

#another one thank you: any tagging request

#important: self explanatory

#hall of fame: favorite posts lmao

#lesbianojsaga: don't ask /j

Family Tree

Blog Spreadsheet (big thanks to @water-lemon-alex for making this)

Everytime a character is featured in a ship, I tag them as "#[character] ii"

That's all for now! Have fun and enjoy this silly little blog!

[missmaymeltsmymind]

You are welcome in this place, but be warned, for dangers lay within...

Well met, friends. You enter the lair of Miss May, hypnotist, writer, and Dominant. I'm the horniest, kinkiest asexual you're ever likely to meet, apart from every other grey-ace I know, I have Extensive Opinions on Many Subjects, there's so many disabilities in this fleshy prison of Mine that it's almost easier to list the ones I don't have, and I am extremely interested in hypnosis for both sexual and non-sexual reasons, on account of the fact that it’s bloody witchcraft. In the (paraphrased) words of Sir Pratchett (GNU): just because you know how it works, doesn’t mean it’s not magic. The fact that it’s unbelievably hot doesn’t hurt, mind.

Age: I'm old enough to remember the idea of online privacy. The only thing you need to know about Me is that I am a legal adult. Fun fact: you can dox someone with their name, age, and hometown really easily. Don't tell the entire goddamned internet your personal information. Lie to corporations, for fuck's sake.

If, for some reason, this irritates you, please answer these questions: what's your name? What about your age? Mh-hm. Noted. And what high school did you go to? In what city or town? Okay, thank you. And, one last one, how many people on the entire planet share that exact same set of answers? Two? Three? None? Yeah. And you've brought this up in casual conversation how many times without thinking about it? On the internet, where literally anyone could find records of it? Protect your damned privacy.

Gender: Good question! Answer in progress. There's definitely more girl in there than I originally thought, but who knows if it's enough to win a majority vote in the pronoun elections. For now, please assume I will respond to most things. She/they is preferred, but I've found that there are specific scenarios in which I respond better to he/him or fae/faer. That said, if you have a new and exciting neopronoun I've never heard of before, please tell Me! I love funky genders. I collect them.

Sexuality: Queer. By specific flags, I'm Asexual (grey), Bisexual Lesbian (women by preference, but if you try to ignore My attraction to men and the Funky Options, I'm swapping your knees with your elbows), Aromantic (maybe?), Transgender (DEFINITELY), Nonbinary, and Polyamorous. Just - just go with Queer. It's so much quicker. I also accept Ace, because 1. It’s definitely the most important individual one, and 2. It makes Me sound like a fighter/mech pilot. Which is very cool. (But not a LAM pilot. Those things suck.)

Asks: Send them! I accept your queries and questions with relish! But be warned, pretty thing, if you approach My lair looking all delicious and vulnerable, I may decide to have a bite...

DMs: I will respond to DMs as soon as I'm able, but generally, I'd rather know you before I speak to you on there, with some exceptions. If you're a friend of a friend, or I'm communicating with you for professional reasons (I'm commissioning art from you, or editing some writing, that sort of thing), then speak freely, but do not be surprised if your message receives no reply. I'm a busy lady, I have many things to do.

My tags, of which there are many:

#Miss May's Magic - Inductions, hypnotic language, and other such things I, Myself, have made. Mantras, indoctrination posts, covert triggers… the list goes on. Abandon free will, all ye who enter here.

#How the Magic is Made: Informational posts about hypnosis. Do bear in mind that I love conversational/covert inductions, please. Enter at your own risk…

#Guard your Mind: Safety talks will go here. I have extensive opinions on this subject. Time will tell if they are revealed to you.

#Someone Else's Spellbook - If I see any ideas from someone else that I consider interesting, admirable, or just really goddamn hot, you'll find them here. Consider this a list of My personal favourites from others.

#Dominance as Joy - I'm a Dom. I'm always a Dom. I refuse to not love being a Dom. This involves some wants and needs considered 'violent' or 'distressing'. I want to degrade, hurt, and manipulate people, consensually, on purpose, for our mutual pleasure. I will not apologise for this. Fight Me. And by me I mean My thralls, because one of them has more muscles in their arm than I do in my entire body, and they can lift my ass up. Which is hot. Hi Dear!

That said, I do absolutely understand that you may not wish to see such things‚ so block this tag at your leisure. You are perusing My blog for your own reasons‚ I do not know them. If this is not to your taste, for whatever reason, I actively encourage you to look away.

#Powerful Playthings - Several of my hottest fantasies involve the unique interplay between submission and hypnosis, particularly the idea of having a switch control others for Me. You will find these ideas here. To be clear, I’m not a switch; I just enjoy a good bit of proxy warfare. Who doesn’t?

#Pretty Little Playthings - If I see any cute little subs being especially delectable and vulnerable, I may just have to comment... This may, of course, be to their detriment. Or their advantage; after all, shouldn't they want to serve Me?

#Thralls at All Times - CnC, constant control, unawareness, the unrelenting devotion to My will, anything that reminds My thralls that I command them at all times is found here. CnC is a personal favourite of Mine.

#Fuckery and Fun: Sometimes you just want to be silly. Hypnosis is an excellent tool for that.

#Kind On Purpose: Hypnosis can also be a tool used for immense kindness. Relaxation, de-stressing, massages with phantom touch, the eradication of fear, gender euphoria, hugs, intimacy, closeness. I choose to be kind on purpose.

#Cognitohazard Warning: Any spirals, swinging pendulums, hypnotic foci of all forms, they’ll be found here. I tend to avoid flashy ones by preference, but My standards may differ from yours, so if you’re at risk of eyestrain or worse, this is the tag to block. They should all be under readmores (and if you notice that one isn’t, please tell Me, I have not yet achieved apotheosis and can as such still make mistakes), but still, if you want to avoid those, block this. Or, if you want to be good for Me, have fun staring~

#Hot Shit - Listen, I may be ace, but people can still be hot. Sometimes. I like boobs. Boobs are good. Mmm, tiddy. Need to grow Me some of those…

#Project Masterwork: This one, my friends, I shall be keeping to Myself. Though, there is one person who might figure it out...

#Transgenderism and Faggotry: The gayest most trans shit imaginable. My ultimate goal is to create a post so transgender that it performs gender-reassignment surgery on everyone who reads it. And also causes Joanne Rowling to explode. Love trans people more than you hate transphobes, though. I'll know if you don't.

To be clear: this tag will be a celebration of queerness, never a challenge, or a discussion of, say, transphobia. While I may well discuss that topic, it will be tagged separately, under Masks Off, most likely. This is for joy, not for sorrow.

#The Gallery: I do love a good piece of Art. And art. Paintings, drawings, pixel art, and everything else, you'll find it here.

#Words Words Words - Should I ever feel the need to talk about my writing on this blog, or just writing in general, you'll find it here. Mostly this will relate to…

#The House of Fun - My kinky hypnotic writing universe. No clue if I'm ever going to talk about it here, but it does exist, and I assure you I am pioneering new and gayer forms of sex with every word I write for it. Also demons. Demons are hot.

#Mind Over Metal - Big robots, cybernetics, and mechs are extremely cool. No further information required. Also, yes, I am a robofucker. I see you, C&H Kalisto. I see that tetsubo. The things I would do to you are not covered by the Utopian Pillars.

#Speak of the Devil - I have a very specific kink for demons. Succubi, Tieflings, anything that carries hell in its heart, spells on its lips, and horns. More of my thralls should have horns, I think. The better for me to use as handles.

#Tally Five - Anything relating to my experiences with asexuality and how that affects my gender, kinkiness, and sexuality will end up here. It's a complex one, to be sure...

#Miss May's Meanderings - At some point, I will inevitably begin rambling about a subject partially or completely unrelated to hypnosis or kink. This will go here. Or I might also ramble about kink! That works too!

#Pinned to the Wall - Personal favourites, for whatever reason. Anything that particularly strikes My fancy can be found here. Note, this most certainly does not mean they're better in some way than the other posts - just that they stick with Me in a way others don't.

#Supplicants Speak to Me - A record of any asks I may receive from others, for good or for ill. Come into my parlour! It ended well enough for the spider‚ didn't it? Be at ease, honoured guest; the only dangers you'll find here are very, very enjoyable. I'm sure you'll agree with me on that... and on a great many other things, too.

#All are Welcome - Disability-related posts, specifically in regards to kink. Everyone is welcome here. Everyone. Regardless of how your bodies and minds may betray you, you deserve to be loved how you desire. This includes Me, too, hard as it is to remember some days...

#Masks Off - This is My 'serious issues' tag. If I'm putting this in play, I'm making a genuine point, going off on a major rant, or otherwise being far more direct and less hypnohorny than this blog normally is. Imagine Me turning off the spiral on-screen and replacing it with diagrams, or the like.

Divine Your Fate - The eagle-eyed amongst you may have noticed that I have something of a divinity kink. I will admit, referring to Myself in capital letters is something of an affectation from this part of Me. This will be one part heretical conversation, two parts acts that would get Me banned from the church I used to go to, and one part lusting over the idea of corrupting the divine to My purposes.

#Remember It My Way - Memory play! Unawareness, memory modification, common sense alterations, long-term brainwashing, the occasional bit of gaslighting, induced forgetfulness... The list goes on. In fact, you're sure there's supposed to be more here... aren't you?

#Mesmerising Magecraft: Hypnosis is literal, actual magic, yes, but sometimes fiction creates more magical magics of magicness, and here shall they be found. Enchantments, spells, magical beings both benign and malevolent; this is the place for them.

Supremely Suggestible: Superpowers! Some of them are interesting to Me! And not just the mind-controlling ones! But seriously, there's a lot of hypnosis and hypnosis-adjacent stuff going on in superhero (and, more importantly, supervillain) fiction that I'd like to talk about sometimes.

[seunmong-in]

Heres a snippet from the middle of the next story i been writing these past couple days! Let me know if i should continue or scratch it!! Since i got my laptop fixed, i am coming full speed with the stories again!

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“Do you ever miss life before being an Idol,” you ask Chan quietly as you continue to stare at the loving couple who now sat in the outside section of the bar.

“Sometimes. Why do you ask? Y/nnie” Chan looks at you, confused by the sudden question. You took a minute to gather your thoughts as you now see that same couple, sharing the first drink of probably a few tonight.

“Nights like this, where I see people enjoying their life freely, making spur of the moment decisions, or couples going on dates late at night, it makes me miss all the fun things I used to do back before I became an Idol. Though I am very grateful I have this privilege to travel the world and perform for everyone around the world, but I also do miss just being Y/N. Not the Kpop Idol,” you say softly as you look at him, his brown eyes now glistening under the moonlight. Your heart suddenly skips a beat as you watch him analyze everything you have just said. It was like he was surprised but also curious about what was running through your brain. However, he just nods as he looks away from you now, staring into the night sky.

“I get that feeling. Some nights when I work on our songs, moments of when I was back in Sydney come to mind, and I start to miss my younger pre-idol days too. What do you miss the most?”

“Well, hanging out with friends, sneaking out late just to go to the beach and watch the sunrise, trying to fall in love, though that never happened, getting was-”

“Woah wait, are you saying you never fell in love with someone,” Chan asked, his eyes now looking at your red face as you realize you never told anyone that desire of yours. You shake your head no, as you continue to look away to avoid eye contact.

“No, I mean I had boyfriends and flings, but I never truly fell in love with them. And the idea of love for me only became more distant as I became an idol, seeing how little privacy we all have made me not want to pursue anymore. Though I find it cute in movies, I don’t see that being me now.”

You look at the same couple from earlier, the way they both smile at one another, how the guy wraps his arms around his partner as he whispers something in her ear and she blushes, giving him a quick kiss before grabbing his hand and taking him inside to the dance floor. That was the love that reminded you of the movies, the love that you once craved dearly but never received.

“So, let’s pretend we aren’t idols tonight then.”

Snapping your head back at the proposal you just heard, you see Chan’s face turn a slight pinkish color as he hangs his head low, with a smile on his face.

“What do you mean by that Chan,” you whisper softly. You stare at him as a smile now creeps up on your face, connecting the dots on what he is trying to do.

“Tonight, you are not Y/nnie from Straykids, you are Y/n, a wonderful amazing woman from the Caribbean wanting to explore Paris. And I am not Chan, I am Christopher from Sydney who is looking for inspiration in a new place to write his songs and we both stumbled up here for no absolute reason.”

[rrezshifts]

👟 🥿 🩰 for the s/o ask game !!

𝓪𝙣𝔰𝙬e𝙧𝙞n𝙜 𝙩h𝙞𝙨 a𝙨𝙠 𝙛o𝙧 𝙢y

ꜱᴍᴏꜱʜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴡ/ꜱᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ

👟 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ traveling tennis shoes : what adventures/dates have you gone on with them? where did you go? what did you do? was this your first date? . . . before we even started dating we had planned a trip to the mediterranean, and we ended up going around May in 2024. and we’ve gone on small road trips to the bay for concerts or shows and such. so trips like that transferred its way into our relationship. but also there were simple “dates” we’d go on such as going to the movies. we enjoyed watching new movies together in theatres as well as movies we haven’t seen at each others homes before we started dating. and after we began dating that was a tradition that continued. we love going to anniversary showings of certain nerdy movies in theatres. like for me specifically, star wars showings, because theatres can have cool popcorn buckets or cups that i need. i’ve also mentioned to him, once we started dating, how much i was interested in going to museums, zoos, aquariums, any place you can walk and stare and learn. so we go to a few of those every once in a while. spencer is always listening and puts in effort, i do as well. and it makes our relationship really fun. our willingness to try things we wouldn’t have done for the other, while also having the things that we have in common.

🥿 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ feels like flats : what are the simple things that you love about your relationship? is it the little stuff you do for each other? comfortable silence you can easily bask in? . . . our shared humor is definitely one for the both of us. we like our ability to riff on each other’s jokes and commentary with ease and in a way that we always both enjoy. our jokes rarely fall flat with each other, and if they do, that fact still manages to make us laugh. our lives together are never boring. and even in the moments when the jokes are entirely absent, we are wholly comfortable with each other. we can just sit and talk like average people, we can sit and observe the other and it’ll feel just normal and average and still not boring. time spent with him just feels natural and beautiful. like we’re the only ones in the world, as we sit next to each other, no one else matters. i also just enjoy our more domestic moments, especially once me and spencer move in together. our separate lives fit together perfectly once they came together, and it was genuinely just so amazing.

🩰 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ pov pointe shoes : what's others' perspective of your relationship? does anyone know you're together? is their view accurate? . . . our coworkers were immediately able to tell when we started dating. honestly, most of the cast was able to tell when our feelings for each other turned romantic. however we wanted to keep our relationship a secret from the smosh fanbase . . . to the best of our ability at least (i can’t say how good we’d be at hiding it). our smosh coworkers enjoyed our rapport in and outside of videos when it started. and our rapport continued to grow which our coworkers found cute and was something they enjoyed seeing. all around they like us together and think we’re good for each other. there’s certain coworkers (cast members that are legit just close friends) that were more invested in our relationship than others. our relationship is just very lowkey, and our people see that, and respect the decisions we’ve made surrounding privacy. eventually we just stop trying to hide our relationship the longer we’ve been together. our fanbase has learned to be respectful (thank you shourtney) so that continues with us.

apologies juno for taking so long to getting to this, but thank you so so very much for asking! and for anything else here’s the ask game!

© rrezshifts last updated. 03/08/2025

[strawberrycrushes]

Hello!, I saw that your requests were open. Can I request Jing Yuan, Welt and Screwllium with a shy!reader who loves to figure skate? Reader is very private about it, yet also very pasionate about it. Reader will plan to go skating at places at times where there's no one present so they can preform figure skating tricks freely. If there isn't any music, reader will just sing it themselves. They'll skate for as long as they can, and won't stop untill either (a) someone finds them, (b) they're too tired to keep going,or (c) they're too cold continue.

thank youu

❄️

A/N: Dear snowflake, thank you so much for the request however I will unfortunately have to exclude Screwllium because I only write for playable characters. I had a lot of fun with this request so I hope you enjoy.

Welt:-

Ever since the Express had landed in Jarilo-VI, you had acquired the strange habit of disappearing into the world’s frost-covered plains, only coming back much later; freezing cold and completely drained. It worried Welt half to death, but since you never revealed what you were up to, he just had to get used to the feeling. It helped that, ever since you started these so-called expeditions, you carried yourself with more satisfaction and confidence, or at least the closest thing to those he had ever seen you carry yourself with. It was nice seeing you like that.

Today, though, was different. You were late. Late enough to warrant concern from Himeko and Pom Pom as well. It confirmed that he wasn't just exaggerating the issue in his head, which was the only thing he needed to know before heading out to find you–

And find you he did.

You were out skating across an ice lake, humming a melody that matched the grace of your movements. You were so focused on these motions that you didn’t even notice him standing there, enchanted.

He was awestruck as he watched you make great leaps across the ice, pirouetting along to a routine even he could recognize as extraordinarily difficult. So this was what you were up to then?

When you finally skidded to a stop, he instinctively raised his hands to clap for you. A move that proved itself to be poorly thought out when you swerved around to look at him with wide eyes, nearly tripping along the way.

“M-Mr. Yang? What are you doing here?” You tried to steady yourself, the shock, confusion, and embarrassment evident in your face

Welt chuckled, “Perhaps it would be better if you got off the ice first?” he said playfully, and you quickly slid over with a beet red face, moving to retrieve the boots you hid inside a bush to replace the skates you were currently wearing.

“So um… Mr. Yang…” you trailed off, unsure how to ask him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this. I myself am sorry that I didn’t tell you I was watching earlier. I’m afraid I might have encroached upon your privacy.” Welt gave you an apologetic look, and you flailed around with your hands.

“No, no, it’s fine, it’s actually probably for the best that you didn’t or else I would have fallen face first in the ice.” you awkwardly chuckled, causing Welt to laugh.

“If I may ask, you were figure skating, right?”

You nod and mumble, “It’s just a hobby I picked up from my home world, nothing special.”

“Liar.” Welt smiled, “If it really was nothing special to you, you wouldn’t be able to skate that way. I’ve seen figure skaters before, and if I had to say, you’d be amongst the best.”

You blush, “You’re flattering me”

“I’m being serious. Even if you didn’t want to share your talents with the world, you still ended up with a fan in me.”

You looked up at the earnest look on his face and smiled.

To be honest, figure skating was supposed to be a private hobby you could enjoy while nobody was watching. You loved it, yes, and you enjoyed the subtle comfort it gave you, but you honestly never believed anyone could enjoy it the same way you did. Yet somehow, when Mr. Yang saw your ‘performance’, as embarrassing as it was, you had to admit… it felt nice.

“Thank you, Mr. Yang. I appreciate it, really.”

A comfortable silence fell on the snowy plains. You hesitated, then asked, “If it’s not too rude to ask, what were you doing out here anyway?”

Welt’s eyes widened, “Shoot. I was supposed to come look for you because you hadn’t returned to the Express yet, and it completely slipped my mind just how late it was getting.”

…

……

You tried to hold back your laughter, but failed. This time, it was Welt’s turn to be embarrassed. “If you’re done laughing, we should probably head back now”

“Right.” you cleared your throat, clearly still amused by his misstep. Getting up, you begin to trail behind him with a smile on your face you couldn’t hold back. Maybe sharing this little hobby of yours wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Not when it was Welt, anyway.

Jingyuan:-

You took a deep breathe, then began.

Steadily pushing yourself forward, you carefully fell into the skating routine you had recently started practicing. Increasing your intensity with the rise and fall of the music playing in the background, the thin grinding of your skates against the ice being the only other sound that could be heard alongside. It felt like you were creating magic in the moment, something you easily got lost in until you couldn’t go on anymore.

Panting on the edge of the ring you reached out to grab your bottle of water only to find nothing there.

“Looking for something?” A suave voice called out from besides you.

You whipped your head around to find your boss, Jingyuan, teasingly waving your bottle in front of you with a sly smile. “I had no idea you could skate like that, why didn’t you tell me?”

You flush red. It was difficult not to be embarrassed when your literal boss caught you in one of your most private moments.

“I- I’m sorry General. Do you need me for anything? I’ll get right back to work-“

You try to stand up but Jingyuan quickly cuts you off “No no, not to worry. There’s no work to be done. I was hoping to invite you to a cup of coffee since you seemed so tired all the time but instead…I seemed to have come across the reason why, no?”

You gulp, “Um well, that’s-“ You try to think of something to say and Jingyuan chuckles.

“No need to be so tense, I only jest. I was actually very impressed with your performance here today and couldn’t help but ask, how come you haven’t told anyone about your hobby? You’re very good at it, I don’t doubt that you could even take it to an intergalactic stage-“

“General.” You cut him off this time. “Please. It’s nothing special. Besides, it’s meant to a more…private hobby. I feel uncomfortable figure skating when there are other people around”

“You were fine when I was watching”

“I didn’t know you were there!”

“Hmm, really?” He seemed to ponder this for a while though you find it quite impossible to believe he didn’t already know that. “Alright, new question. Is it possible for you to pretend that I’m not here once more? I want to watch again. If that’s okay with you of course. I wasn’t lying when I said I liked seeing you skate”

“You-!”

You had no idea what to say. How could he even say things like that with a straight face? Did he really want to see skate again that bad?

You gulp and reach out to grab the water bottle from his hands. Taking a sip, you mull it over, occasionally glancing back over to Jingyuan. How you weren’t as opposed to this as you initially thought, you had no idea either, but you wanted to give it a try.

“Fine” You mumble underneath your breath and try not to let your heart flutter too much at the sight of an honest to god genuine smile on your boss’s face. You slide back on to the middle of the ice rink, getting into position again.

As the music takes off, so do you. Twirling to the music you try to balance yourself on your skates but with the newfound nervousness that come with having an audience, even if there was only one member, you quickly found yourself slipping up. Very literally. As in, falling gracelessly on your ass.

“Are you hurt?” Jingyuan gave you a worried look.

You bit the inside of your cheek. How embarrassing. “No. It’s fine”

You get up, and try again, continuing on where the music currently was. This time, you didn’t trip immediately, feeling comfortable in adding that previous flourish you had when figure skating alone, but when you caught sight of the pride in Jingyuan’s face, your breathe hitched and you got distracted. Consequently you tripped.

You sigh in frustration, trying to get up again before promptly letting out a hiss of pain. Ah, your ankle. You must have injured it in the tumble…

Jingyuan immediately rushed to your side, hesitantly inspecting your ankle, carefully setting it back down when you grimaced.

“Not to worry. It appears you’ve only sprained it” He tries to reassure you but you have a feeling he’s telling that to himself as well. “It’ll be fine after some icing and rest, but I still want to take you to a doctor just to be sure.”

Before you could insist that you really were fine, you felt yourself be scooped up by the general as he began carrying you out, effectively turning you to mush. Your heartbeat went haywire and none of your thoughts felt comprehensive.

“G-general?”

“I am sorry for making you perform in such an unfamiliar environment.” He said, sounding incredibly guilty. “This is my fault. At least let me make it up to you”

You gazed at him silently then sighed, gulping down the lump in your throat. “A-alright. Perhaps it would be best to have to go through a proper check up���. You mumble, barely audible.

Jingyuan smiles before continuing on. How silly, you thought. You felt your heart skipped a beat once more.

[bucky-h0e]

A/N: I can now properly schedule! I wanted every universe to be started at least so I could see which ones would be more appealing and which ones I can place on the back burner a little. Very pleased that this Universe and the Serendipity Universe are doing so well! Please continue to show your support form them! I love Bucky and Alpine so much and I can't wait for their stories to be told!

Warnings: Bucky Barnes Recovering in Budapest, domestic Bucky, Bucky teaching Alpine to read and write, Bucky adopting Alpine, mentions of past abuse, fears of the Winter Soldier returning, Alpine being like 12 and knowing how to hurt a man, Alpine being jealous of the Winter Soldier? (not for murderous reasons), Bucky's nightmares

You Feel Like Home | Universe Masterlist

Bucky and Alpine Settling Into Their New Life

surprisingly, Bucky settles into a routine with Alpine quite quickly

fatherhood agrees with him apparently

of course he doesn't realise it, he just assumes it's due to his ability to improvise and accommodate sudden changes

a condition that had been programmed into him

after all he had missions to complete

when it came to Alpine and their new routine however, he had to create a few new rules for them

since he broke two of his first set of rules by letting Alpine into his place that first night

no regrets from the assassin though

the first rule was that on a night time, she HAD to sleep separate from him

she wasn't too sure of the reasoning and had frowned up at him when he told her this rule

she just found someone she found comfort in and was feeling a little clingy

she's a neglected child - she'd never felt that feeling before and craved more of it like the sweet little angel baby she is

"But... why? Did I do something wrong Bucky? I'm sorry..."

"No, no. You didn't so anything wrong, Alpine. It's just... you remember what I told you? About me?"

now, Bucky had been very clear with Alpine about his situation - kind off

he told her what he though she'd understand, that both the good guys (police, Captain America, etc.) and the bad guys (HYDRA, literally every underground criminal boss and politician, etc) were are him

when she'd asked why

he'd told her that he had someone else in his mind, someone who would take over sometimes and be very mean and hurtful to anyone who he needed to

Bucky is trying his absolute hardest not to further traumatise the child okay

the image of a mean man possibly shouting at her seemed a lot better than a monster with his face who wouldn't think twice about hurting her

"That a lot of men were after you?"

"That and the other thing..."

Alpine frowns, she'd hated the fact that Bucky said someone else had been in his mind

not only did it not sound fun

but it meant she'd have to SHARE Bucky

and she didn't want to share him

"About the really mean man in your mind?"

"Exactly. Well, if he comes out, which he shouldn't, but just in case, then I need you to be in a different room from him at all times. Okay? Especially when you're sleeping."

where she'd be most vulnerable to the Soldier

he'd take her out and she wouldn't even been able to defend herself

this was a nightmare that had plagued Bucky the first few nights of Alpine staying with him

each time it happened, he'd gone into her room and perched himself on the edge of the mattress

he just needed to make sure she was safe

he'd watch her breathe for a few minutes before he finally felt comfortable enough that she was safe before returning to the couch for another restless night

"And besides, having your own room means that you get privacy."

"Privacy?"

"Yeah! Time to yourself, where you can just be on your own."

Alpine despises that idea

"But... I'm always on my own..."

fucking critical damage to Bucky's heart

deadass

he had sighed and kneeled down to be at her height as he often does, not wanting to scare her

"How about this, the only time you have to be on your own, is when you go to bed at the end of the day. You'll be asleep anyway and it'll go by so quick you won't even have time to miss me."

"What if I can't sleep?"

"Then you can stay up with me until you feel sleepy. But you have to sleep in your room. Deal?"

she had reluctantly agreed to this rule, but that didn't mean she didn't try to get her own way sometimes

she'd fall asleep on the couch, claiming not to be tired, only to wake up in her room and Bucky greets her the next morning with a 'nice try kid'

the second rule, was that she didn't have to do anything but be a kid

literally anything

no cleaning (on her own - she likes to help Bucky)

no shopping on her own

no going downstairs just to collect the mail (not that Bucky ever got any mail, he just wanted her to stop going down the stairs without him)

when alpine found out about Bucky not getting any mail, she was sad for him

that was the only form of communication she knew

and she actually got very excited when she saw mail in their letterbox back in her old home even if it wasn't for her

so, she started drawing Bucky pictures and she'd put some of them in the mail box so he'd have something

he didn't realise until he saw the paper sticking out of the lock box and had to dig out the key just to find an actual mountain of drawings and pages from the colouring books he'd half stolen half bought for her

he'd looked through them all that night and put his favourites into his journal, letting Alpine 'decorate' with the rest

he checks the mail everyday and finds new drawings - he's starting to wonder where he'd going to put them all

but altogether, he just want's Alpine to be a kid

she deserves that at least

the third rule, she'd have to start doing a bit of home schooling

with her illness, which was still undiagnosed and bothering Bucky to no end because at the very least he knew it affected her breathing, they couldn't keep going out everyday

it didn't help that he was on the run either, so when they did go out, he wanted to be quick

which was not possible when you've got a 12 year old who had a coughing fit every 10 minutes because they were breathing too hard

most of the time Bucky carried her on his back if they were in a real rush, other times he didn't mind waiting until she stopped

always has a bottle of water and an inhaler in his bag for her

and some snacks (usually plums)

and plasters designed with the avengers because she liked them (she asks for Thor always without fail)

and a hair brush because ever since they managed to get her hair under control, Bucky refuses to let it fall back into disarray - will always pull her aside to brush and tie it up when they're actually out and about and it becomes suddenly very windy

he's just super prepared for her and does it without really thinking

fucking cutie

the fourth and final rule he had set, was she had to follow an 'escape plan'

of course, she didn't know what it was

but he prepared her for a situation where she would no longer be safe in their home

or for a situation where they needed to leave Budapest quickly

or the exact same situation as above but with a little more fighting with the authorities and Captain America (thanks zemo)

in the first situation, she was to lock herself in her room - buy herself more time since he'd have to break down the door which he had reinforced with locks and thicker, stronger wood all of which were stolen or obtained through less than legal means

when he inevitably broke through, she'd blind him with pepper spray (stolen) or wound him with one of the knifes he'd stashed in her room (he'd been very hesitant to put it in there but his need to keep her safe outweighed the need to be a logical father) before pulling the fire alarm, running and contacting the American authorities and telling them that the 'Winter Soldier was active'

she had to say those exact words because otherwise the Avengers would not come

he could only hope that whoever got a hold of him didn't make her his mission, and that she would be able to get away from him unharmed

in the second instance, Bucky had spent months preparing three emergency kits for the two of them - one for him and two for her. if they had to leave Budapest suddenly, then they would grab the two kits hidden within the apartment and run.

They'd find (steal) transport along the way and make their way out of the country and into several more before making their home somewhere else

the third instance involved the same premise, except the two would separate - Bucky would go back to the apartment, grab the kit made for him and anything else they would need whilst Alpine headed for a different spot for the third bag that Bucky had hidden away from the apartment and away from any fighting that may occur. They would then meet at the edge of the city where they'd call out their little codeword 'pruna' (plum in Romanian because Alpine fucking loves plums) and continue with the plan.

What Bucky didn't tell Alpine, however, was that if the people on their tail were a bit more dangerous than the regular authorities (for example, HYDRA), then he would contact American authorities, hopefully before HYDRA got to him, and tell them to send Captain America to Alpine's location, where she would hopefully be picked up and cared for

a lot of it was hoping that Steve would not send Alpine back to live with her parents

but he had hope that Alpine wouldn't shy away from telling him that Bucky had basically adopted her and Steve would immediately take her in himself because that man had quite literally refused to fight him and nearly died because of it

but he was hoping that day would never come (again, thanks zemo)

so far, they had been able to follow the four rules perfectly

Alpine still struggled to be a kid sometimes because she had so much responsibility on her shoulders for keeping herself and her parents alive

she just didn't know how to be a child

but that was okay because Bucky was slowly teaching her what was her responsibility and what was his

like dinner

honestly, Bucky thought he'd struggle when it came to meals and looking after Alpine

he survived on breakfast bars and fruit

barely had any real food, it was a miracle he had any rice or pasta let alone a sauce, seasoning or even veg and meat to go with it

he was living off limited funds

why do you think most of the stuff he and Alpine owned was stolen?

but after taking Alpine in, he made sure to get proper meals and tried even harder to make sure they weren't cheap microwave meals despite how desperately low they were for funds

but he never let's her start the morning without a breakfast and never let's her go to bed without a dinner

because she never really got a lot of food in the first place, her stomach wasn't used to a lot of food, which Bucky took full advantage of

if they had a big breakfast, they'd have a small dinner. A small breakfast then they'd make up for it with dinner

a lot of the times, breakfast was already on the table when Alpine woke up and she'd wonder out, half awake and muttering a greeting to Bucky before she's sitting at their table and falling asleep in her bowl of cereal

on one occasion did Alpine actually make them breakfast and Bucky pretended to be asleep on the couch so that she could surprise him

she had tried so hard to be quiet but the plates were up high and the fridge door was heavy so needed a good hard pull most times to open it, which would make everything else on top rattle

he'd opened one eye to make sure nothing had fallen on her before returning to his fact slumber

let her wake him up and acted surprised at the food in front of him

"Aw, thanks sweetheart. You didn't have to."

he'd make a big show out of eating the nearly raw egg and burnt toast and enjoying it

when it came to dinner, Bucky always cooked it

always

but Alpine would help out

he'd used it as a way to train her to use a knife without actually teaching her how to

taught her how to cute up veg and meats, showed her how easy a sharp knife glides through whilst the dull knifes are basically useless

let's her stir the pots on the stove but is very careful she doesn't get burnt

he'll get her to set the table whilst he's dishing up their plates (hers often slightly bigger)

eats her left overs when he's absolutely sure she doesn't want it

they don't eat lunch often

but they'll always snack on fruits throughout the day

honestly, Alpine lived on junk, stolen goods and poorly cooked food in her old home

with Bucky not only was she treated like a princess but she also lives on fresh fruits from the market which she no longer had to steal

but that didn't mean she didn't pick up on a few tricks

our girl is a little pickpocket and a damn good one now thanks to Bucky

not his proudest dad moment

but a proud moment as a mentor nonetheless

especially when she managed to steal enough cash for their shopping for a month

"Look at it!"

"Holy shi- Good job kid! Should send you in more often, huh?"

"You should? Are you missing your keys Bucky?"

"What no- Hey!"

honestly, she steals from him the most just because she finds it funny

mostly his door key, she likes making him look for it for a couple of minutes before telling him

little mischief maker (Bucky occasionally, affectionately calls her 'Bucluc' - Romanian for trouble/mischief)

whilst he'd pretty proud of her skills as a thief, he's actually most proud of her health

she's glowing now that she's actually being taken care of

but his proudest achievement is her hair

after years of matting, dirt, grime and grease in her hair, a few weeks of hard work and a lot

A LOT

of conditioning later

her hair was silky smooth

long and healthy if not without it's split ends

he's so proud of his efforts

honestly, her face when he'd detangled the last knot and washed and dried her hair

she was smiling so damn hard

playing with her hair

learning how to braid it (Bucky taught her)

tying it up in all sorts of ways

honestly, she's never been able to do anything with her hair and both of them are surprised by how long it actually was

Bucky makes a habit out of brushing her hair every night

it's oddly soothing for him and it becomes apart of their night time routine

Bucky will do his usual checks of the windows, making sure there no preventable surprises waiting for them before sending Alpine to get ready for bed

she'll get changed into pj's (kindly donated by the new tenant a few floors down after Alpine told her 'daddy's too poor to get her a new set')

brush her teeth

climb into bed

or if Bucky and her had been play fighting before hand (it had taken a few months but eventually they became really comfortable with each other's touch and Alpine had initiated their first 'fight' by climbing on top of the fridge and jumping on him)

man had a fucking heart attack

he'll 'throw' her on the bed and do a 'finishing move' on her before he's grinning and telling her to go to sleep

"I won sweetheart, you'll get me next time I'm sure."

"nu-uh! I let you win!"

he swears a few months ago this kid was somewhat normal and now she's climbing onto furniture to try and choke him out

never uses a lot of force and will always stop when her breathing starts getting a bit ragged much to her dismay

but he always get's her to sit and he brushes through her hair at the end of the day, braiding it before bed so that it doesn't get too knotted when she sleeps

he'll tell her stories of his childhood

the ones he can remember

and she loves them, normally falls asleep to them

then he'll wish her sweet dreams before going to relax before his own bed time

this is normally when he'll write in his journal, think about his past, wonder if he ever had a family

normal depressive Bucky Barnes stuff to be honest

speaking of

man was distraught when he had to trim Alpine's hair

the same neighbour Alpine had tricked into getting her clothes had once caught Bucky and Alpine on their way back up the stairs from a trip to the market

to give them more clothes for Alpine, which Bucky had accepted, playing the part of grateful father who promised to pay her back

which she refused as a lot of them were hand-me-downs from her own kids

her and Bucky had been talking about Alpine's hair, because he LOVES talking about it

"A lot of hard work went into this, her mother wasn't very good at keeping on top of it."

"Ah, you and you're wife separate?"

"Yeah, she took everything but luckily I got Alpine."

"She's a little cutie. Have you though about cutting her hair?"

"No."

"Oh! She likes it this long?"

"Loves it."

"My daughter had it this long once, it was so annoying! Hair everywhere, in the end it just became so damaged that we had to cut it. Good thing too, her scalp was so irritated and sore from the weight of it too."

"Ah, I see. Well, I'll have to look at it closely tonight. Thanks for the clothes again, what do you say Alpine?"

"Thank you!"

he raised her with MANNERS

and the ability to steal

that night, he's sat on the couch, Alpine on the floor in front of him and he's just looking at her hair

fucking split ends

it's looking a little dry

you can just tell it's been through a lot

honestly he's conflicted but he wants to make her hair healthy!

so he proposes the idea to Alpine and at first she's like okay

but then, they're in the bathroom, Alpine stood on a chair in front of the mirror, Bucky behind her with Scissors and they're both very hesitant

"I've changed my mind I like my hair now!"

"Al, sweetheart, we need to cut it. It's not as healthy as we think."

"NO! I like my hair!"

"It'll grow back, babydoll, but we need to cut it so it can grow back healthy."

eventually she agrees

she's crying

but she agrees to cut it to her shoulders, were there was less damage and more healthy hair

Bucky hesitates, but want's to promote the growth

in the end, after it's cut he has to hug Alpine all night

which he doesn't complain about

she's devastated because she can't do cute long braids anymore and even Bucky struggles to do it before bed

it falls out during the night and Alpine cries to Bucky the next morning because of it

but he cleans up the hair he spent fucking weeks detangling and nearly tears up himself

doesn't regret it but goddamn it he was so damn proud of her hair

genuinely distraught he can't even complain about Alpine being clingy for the next few days because she's devastated

when they're not being dramatic though, both of them are actually very wholesome

we know Bucky tells her stories of his childhood which she basically eats up

but sometimes he just doesn't have the memories

so, he teaches her how to read and write

it takes a while, but he's determined

he takes her to the local library, cap on and keeping his head low

he initially sends her in on her own, telling her to ask the librarian for a library card in her name

she's shaking her head and clinging to Bucky's arm

"She'll laugh!"

"She won't laugh"

"She will, what if she asks how to spell my name?"

"Al-"

"Please Bucky..."

he tries his best not to fall for it

but she's got a good puppy dog face

checks how many people are in the building, two and they're both very old

perfect

so he guides her in, going straight up to the front desk and keeps his face as hidden as possible

he can feel her squeezing his hand

"Hi, can I get my daughter a card?"

"Of course! What's your name sweetheart?"

"Alpine, miss."

"Alright and your surname?"

Bucky answers

"Barnes. Alpine Barnes."

"Could you spell that for me dear?"

Alpine is sending him a look which he grins at because it's a happy, excited look mixed with an 'i told you so'.

spells it out for her and let's Alpine wonder off to look at the books whilst he's getting the card

leans in and whispers

"Sorry about this, but I just wanted to ask if you had any recommendations for children who struggle to read?"

she's nodding and whispering back to him, understanding that Alpine was very sensitive about it, telling him what stickers he needed to look out for and which to avoid

after a while of browsing, Bucky and Alpine had managed to get quite a few books which would help her and be a good starting point

she's basically dragging him home because she's so excited to start reading

regrets it so hard a few weeks later when they've progressed to a more difficult learning book and she can't understand it

sat at the dining table and banging her head on the table because she's so frustrated with it

"I hate this book."

"Yeah, well we're not going back a level so keep trying."

tries a few more times before she's groaning and pulling at her hair

Bucky sighs and leans into his chair, also frustrated

is he teaching her well enough?

maybe something less formal would help

a more relaxing environment

standing, he goes to the couch and pulls the cushions off, placing them on the floor

Alpine thinks he's annoyed at her and starts apologising but he ignores her

grabs blankets and more pillows, setting up a little space for them to lay down on

get's himself comfortable before patting the space next to him

"Bring the book and get over here, bucluc."

Alpine jumps right up

a chance to cuddle her adoptive father and break the first rule

hell yeah

gets herself comfortable, using his arm as a pillow but doesn't want to read

begs him not to make her

so he calms her down and reads instead

gets a few sentences in before he starts to 'struggle' on a word which he knows Alpine definitely knows how to read

she'll help him with the word and he'll thank her before continuing and getting stuck again

repeats a few times before she eventually takes over, reading word for word and getting stuck

he'll help her and she'll get back into a rhythm of reading until she's finished the book or fallen asleep (he'll move her to the bedroom and laugh at her grumpy face in the morning)

this is how he teaches her form this point on, she manages a lot better when they're relaxed and she's cuddling into him

fucking cutie

writing comes a lot easier to her, especially when she knows how to read and knows the sounds letters make

obviously she's learning Romanian, but Bucky teaches her English at least as a spoken language

he manages to find some books which help with the written language but she hates learning it even more

he's speaking in English a lot more around her as well which is so frustrating

"English is stupid."

"Well, you know that statement in both English and Romanian so I'm taking that as a win."

".... What?"

surprises him by speaking in Korean, which he genuinely did not think she knew but then again it made sense?

When he says something she doesn't understand, she'll say something in Korean

Bucky does not know Korean

but he knows Japanese

it makes for a very, extremely crude translation

honestly they're both very petty but at least they're bilingual

the first thing she writes is her full name

'Alpine Barnes'

she then writes Bucky's name

he keeps them in his diary with her drawings

Let's be honest, Alpine is learning so much with Bucky

how to read

how to write

in Romanian and English (he can't teach her Korean but he's added it to the list)

how to feed herself

how to prepare food

to know her own limits

how to take care of her hair (even though she cries every time she needs a trim)

how to steal

how to gaslight innocent neighbours into giving her clothing

how to stab a man or blind him

again, not his proudest father moments

but he'd do anything to keep her safe from harm

she deserves to be happy and although he feels like he's failing, she's always got a smile on her face and seems happy enough

so he'll keep doing what he's doing, despite it being less then conventional

of course he's worried, but it's safe today that he's starting to get used to being a family

he doesn't know what the future holds, but he'll damn sure fight for the privilege that will be watching Alpine grow into a healthy young adult

[humaforever]

I want to sit on their lap and feed them grapes.

(also Huma, obviously. Harry is talking about Uma)

Obviously their crew is involved, because I love them

______________________________

One lunch. That's all they wanted. One normal lunch.

But alas, Harry would not allow that, so the crew of the Lost Revenge would just have to suffer.

"Look at her Gil" Harry sighed dreamily

Gil glanced up in the direction that Harry was so intently staring at and found that Uma was talking to that Audrey girl. She seemed to be telling a story as she absently indulged on a fruit cup.

"I see her" Gil said, not paying much attention as his main focus was on his food

"Do you? Do you really? Because you don't seem to be admiring her beauty the way you should" Harry said

"I'll leave that to you Harry. Besides, she doesn't look any different than she did when she was sitting with us two minutes ago." Gil said

"It doesn't matter" Harry gripped Gil's arm "She got a new outfit, did ya see that?"

"Yes Harry, I've been with her all day" Gil said

"Do you see how pretty she looks in it!?" Harry said

"Yes Harry" Gil said flatly

Harry sighed as he dramatically laid half of his body on the table "Gods I just want to sit on her lap and feed her those grapes she's eating"

"YOU WANT TO WHAT!?" Jonas suddenly exclaimed, he had been avoiding the conversation before but he could no longer do that

Harry raised his brow at the other boy "You heard me"

"You are sick, you know that?" Jonas said pointing a fork at Harry

"I'll tell you when I find a fuck to give" Harry said

"It's just crazy to me that you would say that when you know there's children around" Bonny shook her head

"Children?" Harry questioned, as far as he was concerned there were no young children in sight

"Desiree, Harry. You know she's just a baby" Bonny said

"Fuck you!" Desiree exclaimed "I'm older than you!"

"Babies aren't allowed to say fuck" Gonzo told Desiree

"Forget the child, he said that right in front of my salad" Jonas said

Gil rolled his eyes "Here we go again with the salad"

"I'm starting to think that Jonas is more romantically involved with this salad than Harry is with Uma" Bonny said

"Not possible " Harry said "No one has ever been more romantically involved with anything or anyone than I am with Uma"

"Gag me with a knife" Gonzo muttered

"My salad is still present!" Jonas cried

"Fuck you and your salad Jonas" Harry said "I'll straddle Uma and feed her your god damn salad"

Jonas gasped

Desiree hit her head against Bonny's shoulder "I think I'm gonna puke"

"Didn't you ever learn about, I don't know, decency, privacy?" Bonny asked Harry

"No, and neither did you so I don't want to hear about it" Harry said

"Everyone around us can hear you Harry" Gil said

"Good, they need to know that I'm Uma's" Harry said

"Trust me, they know" Gonzo said

"I think that message was clear when she pinned you against the wall during the first day of class" Desiree said

Harry smiled widely "That was fun"

"Well, as long as you're having fun" Bonny said dryly

"As long as Uma's having fun" Harry clarified

Jonas chuckled "Man you are down so bad"

"Sounds like a compliment" Harry said "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go feed my girl a grape" he said as he got up and left the table

"At least that's over" Gil said as he watched Harry saddle up next to Uma

There was a moment of silence

"...I wanna feed Uma a grape" Desiree spoke

"Oh God, he's influenced the children!" Bonny cried

Jonas took Desiree's face in his hands "I know your feble young mind doesn't understand yet but this is not the path you want to take! Des we can't deal with another one!"

"Shut up. And get your hands off of me!" Desiree said slapping Jonas' hands

Gil and Gonzo shared an exasperated glance.

Who were they kidding, this crew would never catch a break from themselves.

[adambja]

People in my DMs asking for the free tapes BABYS I AM COMING TO ANSWER THE MESSAGES I AM LITERALLY OUTSIDE WITH FRIENDS TONIGHT SO YEAH I WILL HAVE SOME FUN BY FINISHING ALL OF THIS!!!!!

Guys btw I won't let any mad blogger stop me from selling my paid tapes cuz wtf I literally worked so hard to make that good sh and everyone got a taste from my free tapes

These free tapes are just a taste from all that I have

(this doesn't mean I will stop the free tapes project) BUT I WILL BE MORE FOCUSED ON THE PAID TAPES FROM NOW!!!

Also yes I am using "void success" cuz I helped a lot of people who wanted to enter the void

It's literally my fkin right - I BREAK THE RULES - sue me SUE MEE OKAY??? THAT'S IT

Anyways whatever you are a hater or not a hater I appreciate you cause you are talking about me and you are making people see your truth and my truth at least I have tapes that work very well not like that anon's tapes it's not like my tapes at all

I hope everyone really gets to try everything then decide what they want on their own away from these weird bloggers who think they have an influence on me or anyone! 😭🫶🏻

I love you buttercup again be independent try everything then decide what do you want

Also about the void success again

You gonna ask ARE YOU sCaMMinG people about void success because no one shared it before!

Yes I don't actually force them or even ask them to share it!!!!!!!! I never do because they paid me they deserve to have their privacy! I literally have a sheet of every client and everything I gave them and what is their situation as if I am an online clinic and it's one another laptop that I actually don't connect to the internet I really care about their information and their privacy!!

So yeah I don't care if you understand me or now anymore man I know my worth and I know what I bring the table and I will never stop it

Yes I won't deactivate because people here need someone to guide them right

Even like I will have a lot of posts in early December about self-concept and the subconscious mind and even how to know your beliefs and how to understand what is your issue

Also how to make your own tapes and the right affs because after February I won't be here

Why February, adambja?

Why February girlie? why not now?

Because people paid me nearly 210 client rn paid for coaching and they have to get it

Them numbers are increasing quickly I wanna scream or even manifest that they just want the tapes so I can live my life normally again 😭!

And I am thinking about leaving completely and opening my clinic again in NYC because I will take $400 per session instead of this BS here and the amount of trauma dumbing I get 💀!!! Not my moots tho y'all are in the safe space!!!

Anyways you are blocked if you don't believe in me!

[solarmagickstar]

Hello sunny babes it's another shining day (for some, weather and all) and today I'm not sure what I'll find, I think it's best if I don't share much of what I'm reading until I'm sure it's accurate, it's the internet and I've been burned before lol I'm ganna take my time and truly soak it in.

What I will share here are probably poems art and probably pictures of the tools I use and how I made there or where I got them (although for privacy reasons anything local I might not be able to share, I will however show how I searched for these places and where they are typically located.)

I'm a bit of a perfectionist and I'm really really really trying not to be, it's taking quite a toll but learning about Chaos Magick has made me feel a little better about myself already. Not 100% obviously but at least I'm getting positive aspects out of it.

The only negative I'd say is explaining myself to others on why I do this? It's difficult cause the only way to describe it is in ways they already make fun of. I have been able to explain it to some, it was difficult only because my own past hangups kept interrupting the present. I kept seeing myself and how I would talk about this subject. I wasn't a hater so to speak, I was mostly like "not my thing" ya know? But still in a bit of an obnoxious kinda way tbh, in a way that wasn't very fair to anyone who practiced or even to myself.

I spent a lot of time suppressing my own sense of wonder. I began writing to put it somewhere but even that consumed me. I was so expressive no one could stop me. I would draw and decorate everything I owned. I was depressed, disoriented and hate no idea what I wanted to do or how to say how I feel. Everything I wrote began to be about how I perceived my environment. Sure it was childish and a little silly at times, but when I look back and read it I can see myself really trying to express something. Some of which I was beginning to understand.

When I had my first kid I noticed they would regularly hum and sing to themselves, they made up stories about their OCs. I would listen to them and talk to them about them and ask questions, I wanted to understand their expressions, their joys, sadness, indifference, and playfulness.

I don't know what to call it other than Magick, after reading it over and over again through a lot of systems of Magick, it almost always comes back to the belief and validation of your feelings and expressions. Rituals help tap into that, in many many many different ways. That's what I like to look for at least. I am open to finding literally anything I could never imagine, I suppose that's part of the enjoyment I get out of this process, I'll always be wrong about something which means there will always be something new!

Anyway I hope you all have a bright sunny day! (if you're supposed it lol) 🧡☀️🧡☀️

[roxyaftermidnight]

Vault Entry #1

the Paranormal Liberation War happened much sooner and before the Shie Hassaikai raid

i think i knew i was going to die against gigantomachia or, at the very least, i knew something would go wrong, and i would likely die in the process. turns out i was right.

i..had asked [name redacted for headmate's privacy] to stuff me into an animatronic suit; she didnt question me, and did as i asked. i knew it brought up bad memories for her, but i believe she knew it wasnt the same. i asked her too; it was willing, i wanted to; she knew that.

i wasnt ready to leave this plane of existence yet, and she suspected this, but never outright said anything. i learned later on she felt the same way

Nighteye survived the initial raid but was killed 2 weeks later jhsdgvj

i laughed at him lmao. imagine narrowly avoiding death and then actually being deleted immediately after recovering somewhat lmao what a loser (all in good fun + lighthearted. i act as his dead therapist now its okay /g /g)

he was stuffed into Glamrock Bonnie

i screamed when i found out lol. like "HOLY SHIT?? YOURE LIKE ME..." and then LEARNING WHO HE REALLY WAS?? genuinely freaked tf out and demanded POLITELY ASKED FOR an explanation if he was ok with that and oh my go d. i genuinely cried

bro didnt deserve it, especially not after losing an arm + thinking everything was fine now :/

he didnt share details?? mainly cuz he didnt. know what killed him in the end. which Wow ok.

[name redacted] believes her father had something to do with it. which. fair. man's a dick lol. i wouldnt want him near my family either.

note: the Megaplex was under construction since what would be the beginning of the bnha manga. it was finished around a month or two..? after the Shie Hassaikai raid. another note: the events of the manga happened across the span of a few years, instead of a SINGLE ONE. good lord, all of that happening in a single year?! god. how those kids didnt combust from stress ALONE is anyone's guess.

myself and Nighteye were placed into the suits (which were designed and built by [name redacted] for this purpose [she had been working on them for a while apparently??) 2 weeks after the Megaplex's construction had finished

While initially Nighteye grumbled and complained about being forced into a large rabbit robot against his will, he eventually came to terms with it

tbh idk why [name redacted] did that?? probably out of grief. i mean..i would have too..especially if my own family fuckin kicked it 2 weeks after ALMOST dying :/

he slapped her when he found out (UNDERSTANDABLE) but hugged her after

i guess he didnt want to leave either. i think it was the whole "being put into an animatronic against my will" thing that had him upset

i woulda been too dont get me wrong

but it all turned out fine in the end. i guess.

we're still dead but at least we can see our loved ones again..we were lucky, having someone who was Able To do this for us...

i owe her everything.

poor woman has been through way too much. the least we can do is be there for her in return. she deserves THAT much, i'd think.

see ya next time ^-^

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Heyy!

I'm the one who asked about the Rayleigh comforting. So since you said I should choose two more characters I would like to see Rosinante and Kuzan!

Stay safe! <3

sure thing! I've never written for those two before, so this should be fun

How the OP men would comfort you during a panic attack part 2!

Silvers Rayleigh

It was late when Rayleigh arrived t the bar, he had had the loveliest weekend. And now it was time to come home to his little family, but he had a problem. Shakey had locked the door and the key that they kept above the door frame for him to use had fallen to the ground, and he had accidentally kicked it under the door. Last time he had just kicked down the door, but that led to him nearly getting his head shot off by his wife, and scaring you. Rayleigh rubbed the back of his neck and noticed that a window on the second floor was open. After a running start Rayleigh managed to scale the wall and scramble into the window without making too much of a racket.

Rayleigh made his way to the room that he shared with Shakky, letting her know he was home. On his way he noticed the door to your room was wide open and your bed was empty. After letting Shakky know he was home, Rayleigh made his way through the house and bar looking for you. He found you curled up in a booth in the bar, shaking and hyperventilating. He plopped himself down next to you and rubbed your back. When you jerked away from him, he hummed, "hey hey, it's alright. It's me, don't be afraid darlin', just breathe."

You eventually relaxed under his touch and your breathing returned to a normal rate. You mumbled, "sorry I had a nightmare about my father, and I had to get out of my room."

Rayleigh nodded his head in understanding and said, "no need to ever apologize for that, let me get you a drink."

"I'm not sure if I should." You sigh, watching him make his way around the bar.

Rayleigh laughed, "You had a panic attack that's all, it's not like you're depressed."

You bobbed your head in agreement, and he made you for favorite cocktail and told you about his adventures.

Donquixote Rosinante

Rosinante sighed as he walked down the street, he puts a cigarette between his lips, and noticed someone hunched over in a nearby alley. He knew he should probably ignore them, but he was too soft-hearted. The gangly man wandered over and without breaking his character he groused, "oi, what you on the ground for?"

What he was not expecting was to see your tear stained face look up at him. Rosinante sank to his knees and whispered, "is everything okay?" He had not wanted to take you long on this mission, it was too dangerous, and you were just an average marine. When you explained that you were having a panic attack, because you had mistaken someone at the market for your father, and that you'd be fine once you calmed down.

Rosinante nodded his head thoughtfully, as he covered you with his cloak. He kicked a box closer to you and let himself drop onto his makeshift seat. His eyes dart around their surroundings before he threw up a sound barrier. Rosinante watched your shoulders relax when silence fell round you, and he pulled his lighter out of his pocket and lit his cigarette. After taking a long drag off it to get a bud going, he held it out to you.

"so you think Law will stick around for much longer?

"oh yeah, that boy is determined, also it's not like he's going to go unless we give him an alternative to this life." You sighed.

Rosinante frowned, his small talk seemed to just bum you out instead of distracting you. He needed to get you to the privacy of your shared home. "Do you think you can manage to walk home with me?" He asked, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

When you agreed, he walked you home, keeping an eye out for anyone following you.

And as soon as he had closed the door behind him, Rosinante pulled you into a tight hug. He rubbed your back and whispered in you your hair, "I promise you, you'll never have to deal with your parents alone again. I will always be there or on my way there."

Aokiji Kuzan

When Kuzan entered his office Lukas, his assistant pinched his nose and snapped, "why do you smell like that?”

The tall man sighed and explained that he had taken a shortcut through the shopping district on his way back from lunch. And that a salesperson had trapped him in a conversation and sprayed cologne on him to sample. Lukas's upper lip curled in disgust and grumbled that his partner was waiting for him in his office.

A smile spread out on Kuzan's face, and he hurried into his office. As you rose from your seat to greet him, he closed the space between you in three easy smooth steps, and he took you into his arms.

Much to his surprise, you immediately ripped yourself away from him and fell backwards onto his desk.

"Whoa whoa whoa, darling, what's wrong,” Aokiji exclaimed, trying to help you to your feet.

You smacked his hands away and said, "that cologne it's your usual one."

After explaining himself, he asked, "does this one bother you?"

Your response was barely a whisper, but he heard it. "It's the scent my father used to wear."

"Oh I see, I'll be right back please wait here." Kuzan replied, as he stripped his shirt and vest off, his sleep mask falling off in the process. He turned around and marched out of his office. Kuzan threw the clothes at his assistant and uttered an order to have them destroyed.

The tall man strode into the courtyard in front of his office and threw himself into the large fountain in its center. He ignored the strange looks from passersby and focused on scrubbing the cologne off his skin

"what do you think you're doing admiral Aokiji!" The familiar voice of Sengoku rang out from across the yard.

"oh hey, Fleet Admiral, is your goat with you? ” Kuzan asked.

Sengoku gestured to his side as he approached, where the small goat walked beside him. At the edge of the fountain the goat jumped up on the edge to try and get attention from Sengoku, where Kuzan snatched him up and rubbed him all over his body.

The older man gawked at him in horror as Kuzan asked, "how do I smell? ”

"Like wet goat, and chlorine, you lunatic."

Kuzan handed the goat back to his teacher and made his way back you your side. You were curled up on his couch when he arrived, your tears dry, but your eyes were still red. You wrinkled your nose and said, "you smell like a wet dog."

The black haired man grinned at you and replied, "wonderful, I would like to claim my hug now."

He pulled you into his arms and collapsed on the couch as you playfully shrieked that he was getting your clothes wet. He made you flowers out of ice, and tucked your head under his chin. You mumbled your thanks as he started to hum.