#cus that's like incredibly hurtful

[thestudyofbasements]

One thing about me is that I am full of deep-seated, caustic shame. Other than that I think I do pretty well. Sucks that it seems to bleeding all over me now tho.

[grymmdark]

personal vent ramble under cut

my sister is someone who struggles a lot with everything in life, and has basically her whole life, and i do really empathize with her cus we share a lotta the same experiences. but at the same time i just struggle to feel compassion towards her because despite her struggles she doesn't seem to do much to try and get better.

she just sits at her desk all day playing games or naps in her bed. she also has a very pessimistic, doomed outlook on life which is definitely contributing to her current state a lot.

and i very much understand being in that place because i was for years. and i will admit i havent done as much as I'd like to to try and help her. but it's just exhausting to live with someone like that. whenever she's upset it just makes the whole house feel heavier, and seeing all the work our parents have put in to try and help (although they have done us both a lot of harm, but theyre trying and they really do care about both me and my sister even if theyre not the best) and how she takes up so much of their time is just. augh.

and i know it's not easy to get out of a place like the one she's in, and i know it's not fair to expect things of others just because i can do it, but having been in that same place and gotten out of it by working my ass off does make it harder to feel bad for her. because she's not putting in work. and it doesn't feel fair that i had to put in so much work almost all on my own to do that for myself while she doesn't put in any work and our parents try to put in work.

it's not fair that i had to crawl my way out of this hole while it feels like she turns her back on the rope other people have thrown down to her. and most of all it's not fair that i have to deal with how she effects me

[hungee-boy]

i dont know if its dissociation or something else but i think i have a lot of trouble figuring out how severe mental episodes are because i dont really feel anything when im having them

like if i have a panic attack my body has to physically tell me by shaking and involuntary jolts, i dont feel primarily anxious or stressed just

uncomfortable and frustrated cus i cant make myself do what i want or need to do

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

older brother touya au, endeavor is still an asshole, shouto interacts w his siblings lol, bby shouto, hyper active kinda rough reader (you tackle shouto), shouto and touya have an unspecified age gap but i was thinkin like 10 years (so touya is 17 and shou is 7), just a liiiil bit angsty but mostly fluffy, lemme know if i missed sum else !

touya knows his little brother shouto is kinda weird.

he rarely ever sees him happy, or with any sort of emotion on his face for that matter. he has little habits that he hates not being able to follow and he's incredibly nit picky about them. he doesn't outwardly emote but that doesn't mean he couldn't be bratty when he wanted to be, cus he is but that's also about super specific weird stuff like what he wants to have for dinner (which always ends up being cold soba anyways).

he's also not much of a talker. he's a little shy, but he also just doesn't like talking. it's impossible to miss the huge red scar around his eye, he doesn't like to play outside and roughhouse like touya did when he was his age and he still doesn't have any friends at school. shouto never seemed to be bothered by it, though touya assumes that his peers might find him weird too.

except they better not, because touya's the only one who can call his brother weird. and deep down, he worries a little for him.

until he comes back home from school, his sweater is tucked out and there's a dirt stain on it. his hair is messy and his backpack is haphazardly closed, his little notebooks propped inside and his pencil case threatening to fall out.

natsuo, the one charged to pick him up that day, sheepishly scratches at his neck "he won't tell me what happened to him." he explains as touya practically charges towards shouto, he doesn't look hurt, so his older brother roughly turns him around to check his bag.

" but i told you what happened, natsu-nii."

"you don't have to lie, shouto--"

"what happened to you ?" touya cuts in, looking inside his brothers bag to check if nothing was missing, it looks intact from what he can tell.

"i played with my friend." shouto says simply, like that explains why he looked like he'd just walked through a hurricane. touya already knows he's gonna get an earful about this from his father. he inwardly groans.

"you sure your friend didn't just mug you ?" he flips his brother around and shouto's little arms flail as he does, unbothered by his brother's rough treatment. he tilts his head, touya sighs.

"bully you, i mean."

shouto's eyes widen, then he hurriedly shakes his head, denying him ever getting bullied and simply claiming he was playing. touya shares a look with natsuo, who looks just as unconvinced as him at his brothers words.

"who's this friend of yours, shou ?"

"yn."

"yn ?" both brothers say at the same time. shouto nods and touya catches a small little glint in his eyes as he looks back at him "she's really nice."

"this doesn't seem nice. you look like you got robbed." touya furrows his brows, sneering at his brothers dirty shirt. he starts dragging the youngest toward the bathroom. hopefully he'd be fully clean before their father got home and he wouldn't have to get in trouble. for god knows what reason. enji todoroki would probably find a way to place the blame on him, something about how he should've been the one to pick him up or gotten there earlier he guesses.

"yn likes to play games where you move around a lot." is what he offers as explanation. touya hums absentmindedly as he ushers his brother into the bathroom, deciding on how he should deal with his youngest brother's first ever bully. because of the age gap he doubts the kid is any smaller than his brother is, so he thinks he'll probably just try to scare off whoever this yn is.

"how 'bout i pick you up from school tomorrow and i can meet yn. that sound good ?" and shouto excitedly nods at the idea, gushing about how funny and nice you are and that you share your snacks with him. it's weird how fondly he talks about his bully, but touya knows his brother's always been a little weird, he probably has no idea what's happening to him. the thought makes him frown just a bit harder.

the next day after school, touya is already at the gates before they've even opened ready to scare the pants off of his brothers harasser. he sees shouto walking out of the gates with a few other kids, alone. the little boy perks up once he sees him and sends him a high wave, which touya returns with one of his own lazier one's.

"where's your friend ?" he tries his best not the spit the word too venomously, shouto doesn't seem to notice.

"yn is coming. her bag isn't closing well, so she told me to go ahead without her." he explains, reaching for his brother's hand absentmindedly.

touya is about to respond when he hears yelling. yelling that gets closer and closer to them until he notices too late that a little person is rushing towards his brother. before he can pull him out of the way the person has jumped onto shouto and knocked the both of them onto the ground. and touya watches flabbergasted as his younger brother does not look surprised at all, like shit like this just happened every tuesday. his mouth falls open when the little girl that had charged into his brother excitedly starts hopping slightly on top of him.

"shouto !"

"hi, yn."

touya is going to fucking lose his mind.

you get closer to shouto's face still sitting on him, touya assumes to make sure he could hear you even thought he doubts he couldn't before. " i thought ya left without me, i couldn't see you !"

shouto shakes his head, still on the floor "i said i would wait for you." he says seriously. and you practically beam, nudging your cheek to his and rubbing it against his affectionately. shouto doesn't seem fazed by it, but he definitely doesn't seem angry.

you don't seem like a bully, at least.

you finally realise you're not alone, looking up at touya strangely "who're you ?" you ask bluntly. shouto responds before he could. "touya- nii's my older brother, he's the one i wanted to show you."

you don't seem like a bully, especially not when you immediately turn to shouto the moment he opens his mouth, holding onto every word you hear. your eyes widen looking between touya and him, "that's your brother ?!" shouto nods proudly. you finally get off of him allowing shouto to get up too.

"coool !" you exclaim, but then you quickly turn towards shouto " but you're cooler, shouto !" shouto's eyes widen, before he almost bashfully looks away, claiming that his touya-nii is was way cooler than him. touya has never seen his brother this expressive before. it might not be much for others, and if he were anybody else he'd think so too. but even the fact his brows raise when you speak and he actually engages in conversation with you, as short as he keeps it, is surprising.

but from that small interaction, he can assume that you're not a bully. and he understands why his brother looked like he got jumped yesterday.

you're so much more different then him though, it's weird. you're hyper and giggly and chatty. you jump around and you can't seem to pull yourself away from shouto, who really doesn't seem unhappy although you're a bit rough about it. it’s like you’re glued to him.

shouto who barely even talks to his family talks to easily with you, even though you start the conversation all the time. shouto who only ever eats cold soba gleams at your promise to bring more snacks to share with him, like you apparently do every day. and shouto who touya barely ever sees emote, smiles when you tell him something funny. he can't tell wether his little brother smiles because he actually finds what you said funny or because you do. but whatever it is, it's making him happy.

touya is so shocked simply staring at his brother interact with another human being that he fails to use the little 'leave my brother alone if you know what's good for you.' speech he'd practiced the night before and suddenly you have to go. waving at him and shouto (not before hugging him with all your might first), who sadly waves back as he watches you leave. though he cheers up just a bit when with a last wave you tell him that you'll see him tomorrow.

touya, despite not having said a word feels incredibly tired, so he starts pulling his brother along home with him.

"so..that was your friend."

shouto nods "yn." he says.

"yn." touya parrots, eyes drifting from his brother to the road ahead of him. "she's kinda weird, huh ?"

at that, shouto's eyebrows furrow hard and he furiously shakes his head, tugging at his brother’s hand "no. she's nice." he corrects adamantly. touya stares at his brother, before looking away again "right.." he sighs "well, she seems to like you a lot."

his little brother nods again, a faint smile forms on his face "cus the people in class are mean to her. cus she's new and they say she's weird, but i don't think she is." he rambles, he actually rambles, touya blinks. he doesn't think he's ever been more surprised than he's been today. "yeah ?" is all he utters.

"yeah. people think i'm weird too, but yn says she thinks i'm cool." touya's eyes soften at his brothers words. he raises his arm up so his little brother is slightly lifted in the air. "course you're cool, you're my little brother." smiling softly to himself when shouto giggles.

touya knows that his little brother is weird, but he doesn't have to be worried anymore. cus it seems you like him, that you think he's cool and that you're weird too, in your own way. shouto keeps coming back home with dirty clothes and messy hair after that, but with happy and satisfied eyes and little candies he shares with his siblings that he made them promise to keep a secret. and he thinks his little brother will be fine, as weird as he is.

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂 ꒱ 성한빈

summary : daytime drinking wasn't your thing, but you got so hammered you were desperately asking for a man that wasn't yours anymore

genre : angst, fluff at the end, hanbin x afab!reader tws : language, verbal fight, mention of alcohol author notes : oh to be hanbin’s passenger princess sighh word count : 1.1k

the beeping of horns sounded distant inside your head. maybe it's because you were incredibly intoxicated, brain borderline shutting off as you pressed your temple against the glass window of the passenger seat. or maybe it’s because despite your brain barely working, you couldn't stop thinking about the man in the drivers seat.

oh, how he must hate you. how he must resent you for being slumped in his car—nauseous, but focus only on him. how he must hate to know that you thought of him in such a vulnerable state, after drinking god knows how much. how he must hate you for having your friends call him because you couldn't stop saying: i want my boyfriend.

but he wasn't your boyfriend. no, not anymore. and that, you thought, must be why he hated you the most.

now the car had halted, a defeated groan leaving hanbin's lips. he was annoyed—maybe even angry—due to the fact that you had to get drunk during rush hour. that he had to pick you up, despite the red flags telling him not to.

you chuckled at his side, body limp against the door. you looked out to the road, but everything was just spinning, delayed, and bouncy. the cars at your side didn't even look real, and it didn't take very much imagination to see the kid in the backseat stick their tongue out at you mockingly.

truthfully, you don't know why you got so drunk on a tuesday afternoon—your friends convincing you (without much protest) that it was a good idea… when it so obviously wasn't. it's not like you even had a hard day or were drinking to forget an embarrassing memory. you were drinking soju in broad daylight, simply, because you wanted to. and, now that it was past 5pm you couldn't figure out why.

that being the reason it was funny.

hanbin gripped the wheel a little tighter at your laugher—hating, but loving the melody still. he wanted to turn the radio on but was afraid a song you two sang together would start playing, making it harder to stay composed.

the truth is, he was still mad at you for breaking up with him without a seemingly good reason. he didn't want to still feel feelings for you, but he didn't know (he did, but wouldn't admit it) why it hurt so much to be in your presence.

you turned your head to him, feeling the energy in the car shift ever-so-slightly in a bad way. maybe you were more in tune, more honest, while drunk and that made him fearful; because he was dangerously close to asking the question that's kept him up all night.

"what?" hanbin gritted out, causing you to chuckle again, this time at the way his knuckles were turning white, which you hadn’t noticed before. "what's so funny?"

"you." you teasingly poked his flexed arm. "you give nothing to the imagination. i can see right through you!"

he rolled his eyes, praying that the cars in front of him would magically disappear. he even debated throwing you out, but knew that he cared about your safety (still) too much to do that.

"you must hate me." you slurred, not giving him the chance to reply. "you must hate that i didn't even tell you why we broke up… do you want to know?" your head fell back against the seat, and hanbin began to panic. he didn't want you to fall asleep after getting so close to knowing what he wanted—no, needed—to know. finally though, you raised your head. "i'll tell you."

he held his breath, knowing that whatever you said couldn't possibly be good enough to make up for the dark bags under his eyes. the ache in his heart. he knew that it would cut open a wound that he's tried time and time again to stitch closed. so, he didn't say anything, pretending as if he didn't care, as if it wasn't something so desperate for him.

but, you knew.

you knew him well, despite being radio silent for so long. you knew his signs, his tells, for everything. it was no use hiding from you, and he must've forgotten that.

"i broke up with you..." you dragged it out, not in an on-purposely antagonizing way, but in a way that spelled out that you no longer had anything to say. and, maybe, you didn’t actually have an end to the sentence.

"What the fuck?" he had finally spoken. "fuck you, y/n. do you even know how much that means to me? you can't just say something so cut-throat like that and then leave me hanging! are you fucking serious right now? i don't care how drunk you are, you know what you're doing to me."

"you do hate me." your voice lowered into a mumble. "if you hate me so much then why did you come get me? huh, hanbin, why?"

"god, y/n! i would've hated if you had called anyone else." you stopped talking. stopped subconsciously playing with his feelings. you felt belittled, in the middle of the road with him driving full speed towards you. he was always vulnerable with you, and you pushed him off the edge. "tell me right now, y/n. otherwise you'll never hear from me again."

you hesitated, knowing what your heart felt, but head rationalized. you didn't know which was worse in this outcome. you didn't know if you could ever have a happy ending with him. you didn't know why he was still replaying on your mind like a broken record. you didn't know why you kept saying he hated you, despite knowing the opposite deep down.

you don't know why you broke up with him.

in the dead-stop of traffic, he grabbed your face, making you focus on him. maybe it was because he was desperate for an excuse to let you go, for some sort of closure. or maybe he just missed the touch of your skin against his.

you wanted to tell him the truth, you even prompted it, but now the nausea in your throat wasn't from the copious amounts of alcohol, but from the way his eyes searched yours for any once of love—anything that told him this was okay with you, that you wanted him back too.

and you were scared that he'd found it, voice shaky. "i don't want to—can't—lose you again."

his lips crashed against yours, almost like he'd been starved for so long, desperate for the feeling. he was almost stomach to the center console, fingers dipping into the plush of your cheeks gently. he didn't want to let you go, and frankly, neither did you, but the fervent honking from behind you had you gasping against the air when he did.

you laughed, it hitting against his lips for a moment, him using all his willpower to not lean in again and close the gap that just kept getting wider as he backed up. he had to be responsible and drive the car home, after all, that's all he was called to do. however, your friends never specified which home he'd drive to. and, you weren't too pressed on asking, knowing that whichever outcome it was, he'd finally be back in your arms.

and this time, you weren't letting him go.

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[yujateaandpi]

hi!! i've really enjoyed the thirty more years au (very heart crushing thank you) and i've shown it to a few of my friends cus i refuse to feel the feels alone

ANYWHO i have a question that might seem stupid 😭 but is the pandemic still a thing in the au ?? i'm sure it won't be incredibly relevant but i feel like catching the virus would've been very bad for stan's health and probably heavily impacted his decline.

i do also have a less stupid thing though that might actually come up in the au, but obviously it being 30 years later, there won't be waddles waiting for mabel (which makes me wanna cry), i can only assume :((

anyways i won't be hurt if you don't answer my ask, i just needed to come ramble in your inbox about my thoughts. i can't wait for the next update!

Personally, every time I see/ hear the pandemic mentioned in a piece of media, I take a point of psychic damage. I'm all for grounding Thirty Years AU in reality but the pandemic is just too relevant of a recent history (and it's tbh not over! Esp. right now, there's so many variants spreading. Make sure to mask in public spaces and sanitize often!) Short answer, no it will not be mentioned, not necessarily cause it didn't happen, but because I don't want to focus on it.

As for Waddles, you'll have to wait and see. :)

[vampcubus]

𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒

a/n: it’s my love language ok. just needed to get this out of my system. also no gifs cus i'm sleepy...

⋆ ࣪.❤︎ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒!┊eren, levi, connie, reiner, and bertholdt.

⋆ ࣪.❤︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!┊mostly sfw but suggestive hehe.

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

— HE UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT, down to tussle anytime I promise you. Just make sure you’re ready for the smoke because he will not be going easy on you, he wants to WIN.

— The most likely to get a little too rough with it and one or both of you gets genuinely hurt 💀

— Something about play fighting flicks a switch in his brain and makes him feel like a kid again. Can’t help but laugh because hey this is so much fun.

— Eren is actually more likely to initiate and gets upset if you’re not as into it as him like, “Babe fight back :(((“

— Best way to win against him if you aren’t as physically able is to distract him! Nip at his ear, dig your fingers into his side to tickle him, press a kiss to his neck as you lunge for him. Makes him short circuit, all of a sudden he doesn’t wanna fight anymore 😳

— Henceforth why 9/10 times your roughhousing turns into you making out or something else.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

— Finds it annoying, naturally. But if you pester him enough he’ll give in and indulge you. He expects you to get bored after pinning you several times, but when you keep coming back for more he gets really into it. All of a sudden his pupils are all big and he’s fighting more enthusiastically.

— Play fighting brings out his inner child tbh. I doubt you can overpower his insane ackerman strength, but you can outmaneuver him if you really try. The look on his face when you finally flip him onto his back is worth the struggle. Grey eyes wide and the slightest of blushes adorning his pale cheeks.

“Ha! I finally got you!” you pant triumphantly, practically heaving from the effort it took to pin him.

“Yeah you got me. Now get off, you’re heavy.” he can’t even look at you, the image of you atop him is doing things to him he isn’t ready to confront.

— Learns to love roughhousing with you in time. It’s a nice way to burn off any restlessness before you wind down for bed.

— Don’t expect to win very often, and if you do give him plenty of kisses to soften the blow. He’s incredibly ticklish and you can abuse this fatal flaw to get the upper hand, he gets all squirmy and is more focused on wiggling away than fighting you between the wheezes being forced out of him.

— Sometimes he’s simply too exhausted to play to which you can usually tell and wrap him up in your arms to cuddle instead.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

— LOVES TO PLAY FIGHT!! In fact he’s usually the one that initiates! Hope you’re watching your six cus he could attack at any time, you’ll just be minding your own business and suddenly he’s pouncing on you from behind.

— Beware!! He does not play fair! Will pull out all the stops: tickling, smooching, pinching, BITING. He’s feral istg 😭 Pulls you back by the shirt when you scramble away, rests his whole weight on you to keep you immobile, will even pretend like you hurt him to get you to lower your guard so he can strike back.

“Connie ow! Did you just??? Did you just bite me?!”

“You didn’t say it was against the rules 🤨”

— Connie is overall a very affectionate partner, and I feel like he interprets your desire to roughhouse as wanting to be close to him. Another way to say “I love you and want to be around you.”

— It’s all too easy to get distracted by his grinning lips while you’re fighting for the upper hand, so there will be many kisses exchanged in between. And more often than not you forget about fighting all together, too busy sharing spit to care about throwing the other around.

𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

— His hearts in the right place… maybe a bit too much so because he can’t for the life of him loosen up enough to actually put up much of a fight against you. He’s too afraid he’ll accidentally hurt you for real and that wouldn’t be any fun at all :(((

— has too much anxiety to really enjoy it at first, but after a few rounds of you looking a little too smug? Talking all that smack? Well now he’s got to challenge you, just to see what you look like when you’ve been beat. He expects you to pout after he’s successfully trapped you beneath his body, but you can’t stop giggling because what you wanted from the beginning.

— Learns to love it because you get so into it, full on tackling him to the ground when he lets his guard down. He just likes to see you happy tbh, and if a little roughhousing is what makes you smile that big you can bet he’ll indulge you whenever you want.

— Likes it especially when you get Gabi in on it and coordinate combo sneak attacks when he’s none the wiser. The two most important people in his life giggling and squealing as he tosses them around? He can die happy.

𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

— He’s not the best at it, he mostly pretends to fight back while you maneuver him into various joint holds. He’s a gentle giant really, he’ll just let you pin him and look up at you with sleepy eyes as you pout because he’s not really trying.

— Doesn’t help that he very much likes to be pinned down by you and oftentimes his body reacts to you, turning your one-sided play fight into something less wholesome.

— Falls asleep on you a lot because you’re pressed so close, and you’re so soft and warm and… snore. You can tell when he’s had enough of your wrestling because he just rests his whole weight on you so you can’t move (the only time he ever really wins) you can’t help but sigh and accept defeat, opting to run your fingers through his hair while he snuggles into your chest instead.

— probably fights you more in his goddamn sleep than awake with all that moving around he does 💀

“You bored yet?” he chuckles as you’re perched on his thighs, hands barely pushing back against his.

“You’re no fun, Bertie,” you sigh, leaning forward til you fall on top of him. His arms wrap around you immediately, large hands rubbing soothing circles into your back as you relax against him.

“Sorry, I just get all soft around you I guess. I don’t even think of defending myself.” he yawns, eyelids drooping as your comforting body weight starts to lull him to sleep. “Not like I’d win anyways, you’re stronger than me.”

“Not trueeeee, you just won’t try. But it’s ok, I like seeing you beneath me.”

He chokes at that, suddenly wide awake.

[potato-lord-but-not]

(originally sent accidentally to @ samglyph for I am a great fool)

No but like seriously, noel the monsterfucker is incredible and I love the idea of him and monster!john exploring it together, because they are both so traumatized by the concept it would do them both good.

For noel it's a place to be able to explore both his trauma and his attraction in a safe place. He knows john will stop if he asks, he knows he can trust john to hold him down, and noel knows john will let him hold john down. He might even trust john to hurt him someday, knowing that in the end, they'll curl up together, and it will all be fine.

As for john, it's freeing both to be loved in his form, to not turn in on himself with self loathing. He knows arthur will always love him, monster form or not but there is a difference because noel sees john in a way that arthur never truly can. Especially with john always looking so terrified in his monster form, it's good for him to experience unabashed love and lust from noel, to learn he is desirable.

Also...if you have any noel/monster!john (or even just general noel monsterfuckery) fic recs i would be most thankful...

As always, your work is glorious!

YOURE SO REAL FOR THISSSS like like like !!!!!! Noel gets to explore that area of himself in a way that’s not putting himself in danger, cus as you said John would never actually hurt him, he’d stop if Noel asked. AND JOHN NOT HAVING TO COMPLETELY GIVE UP A PART OF HIMSELF OUT OF SHAME GAHHSGSHSHJ I’m unwell about them 10/10 ship it makes me ILL

[stuckinnet]

a few notable stuff:

1. Advice he would give a young Sidney Crosby "Probably to say no a little bit more as far as the off-ice stuff. That's one thing I look back on and it was just, it was pretty hectic. I think it's easier said than done. I think at that point there was just so much going on, coming out of a lockout. There's a lot of expectations on and off the ice as far as doing your part as a young player to try to help the league. I think it's easy to say that now but at the time I think it was the right thing. It's just, it was a bit of a year. It was a lot. You feel that pressure, you feel that expectation."

2. "Do you yet consider your context? Your place in hockey's history? Top five. Stuff like that. And I know you're gonna say you don't, but come on, by now you gotta." "I don't (laughs). Why would I? I mean, that's a debate for other people, not me. I don't really- There's no reason for me to really think about that. Obviously there's a ton of reasons and things you could debate so there's not much point in me even going there." "I'm not asking you to declare yourself the top five but I just wonder if privately you wonder. Not at all, huh?" "No, I don't. It's a compliment when your named with so many great players and you're put in that category. But I love the game and I respect all the players who've played before and what they've accomplished. I don't really need to figure out what that is or have that number in mind. It really doesn't change how I feel about the game or how I feel about what I've done in hockey. It's not really about that."

3. "Do you ever just sit on the couch and watch TV and eat junk food?" "Yeah pretty much Sunday and off days is what it is."

4. "What's it like to go the distance with Malkin and Letang? Now it's apparent you're gonna play the length of your careers together as far as it can go." "To be able to go this long and hopefully be able to go a few more years that would be incredible. It's been a pretty amazing ride to this point. To be able to have those guys around, to go through the experiences we have, to see their drive at this point in their career and what they've accomplished, I think is something that we all push each other and we all have really high expectations. They're driven. They care. They're competitive. And it's really fun to see that after all these years. That hasn't changed.

5. "What would you rather win? A gold medal or another Stanley Cup?" "There's no way I'm answering that one (laughs)".

6. Last movie he watched was, of course, Oppenheimer. "The long one. Really good. They mentioned Halifax, Nova Scotia in it too so that doesn't hurt." "Why not Exorcist? Too scary?" "Yeah, not really a scary movie guy."

7. "Are you engaged, married or is anyone expecting?" "Nope. Nothing to report there."

8. "You are very comfortable with your age, aren't you, at this point in your life and career. 36. Even the grey hair. I don't think it fazes you at all." "Yeah, no. What would faze me about my age?" "You tell me. Cus you and I talked a bit about dyeing your hair which you have no intent to do." "Well I might have to if I everybody comes up to me and chirps at my greys, I just might have to eliminate that conversation starter."

9. "You gonna fight Bedard?" "No, you don't have to worry about that."

[cosmic-ghost-hermit]

Take what resonates. Leave the rest behind but always be open to new perspectives! Also followers I will be answering my inbox soon. I just needed a day of rest because my life is busier than initially expected.

PILE 1

plushie: Rainbow Pastel Grim Reaper

astrology: Aries ♈️, Capricorn ♑️, Aquarius ♒️, Cancer ♋️

Welcome, pile 1! Your psychic abilities help you make decisions and keep yourself safe from harm. Often you aren’t given the time to use this ability because of people rushing you and not respecting your time. However, when you are given the time to listen to your heart and mind, you make such intuitive decisions. You have a mixture of clairvoyant, claircognizant and clairsentient. Clairvoyance is when you can see the future in different ways. You could see visions of what is to come or have prophetic dreams. Clairsentience is when you can feel the future in your gut. Claircognizance means “clear-knowing” which means you can know information just by tapping into your abilities. The combination of them can be a little odd to experience. You could enter an environment and immediately know who you can trust and who you can’t trust . You just know. There is no explaining it or proving it because you just know it and you can feel it in your bodily response. That’s how your claircognizance presents itself. You are especially good at lie detection. If someone tries to deceive you or has ulterior motives you can see the motive dripping from their words. It’s like you get the ICK but you couldn’t really say why. Or perhaps you dreamed someone would betray you or that someone was crushing on you, then it became real. Please don’t ignore your hunches or your dreams just cus there is no proof. The two different fool cards in your reading tell you to trust your gut because if you listen closely you will never be wrong.

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PILE 2

plushie: Gray Grim Reaper

astrology: Leo ♌️, Sagittarius ♐️, Scorpio ♏️, Pisces ♓️

Hi, pile 2! Your psychic abilities help you to naturally alchemize time and pain. You are a healer, clairaudient and clairsentient. It looks like you have been through so much pain that your clairsentience has helped you remain positive even when life gets tough. You usually transmute your pain into creative projects as a way of healing from that hurt. I see that you might absorb others' pain when you touch them. So, you might not enjoy physical contact very much. People really like your physical contact though because it takes their pain away and soothes their emotional wounds. Your clairaudience is very strong but it looks like it is a fairly inactive skill of yours while your clairsentience is used regularly. Your clairaudience is most active when you are in a deep focus state. When you are reading or watching something you are the kind of person to predict the twist ending before it even happens. Your psychic abilities make you a master of art and creative endeavors. They also make you a master of energy manipulation.

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PILE 3

plushie: Plague Doctor

astrology: Libra ♎️, Taurus ♉️, Gemini ♊️, Virgo ♍️

Hey there, pile 3! Your psychic abilities include telepathy, claircognizance and manipulation. I know manipulation sounds kind of scary to hear if you have the view that manipulation is a negative thing. I promise the kind you use isn’t that way. It honestly focused on uplifting people rather than putting them down. I also see you use it to open people's perspective up to new ideas. You use your telepathy as a tool to do this. Same for your claircognizance. You are incredibly intelligent. You may not exactly read minds but you might as well be by the way you read body language and micro expressions. You use all these abilities to do very good stuff. Which is very honorable and noble of you honestly. You could do so much malicious shit with psychic skills like you have. People might mistake your skills for being an empath. Despite how good you are at filling up other’s hearts, you are quite new to the ability to persuade them. That feels like a newer ability that you may have started honing recently. I see you probably have ADHD or some kind of neurodivergence that works in tandem with your psychic abilities. You are so powerful pile 3. I honestly can’t say that enough.

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[physics-of-one-piece]

Another day, another I'll build castles for you, my love (look at me, not my brother) snippet post. And a poll for you guys at the end bcs I'm left uncertain about a scene, ie whether to put it in or not.

I reached 15.5k words on Rosinante's part, and that's not even with all the descriptions I still need to write (collapses). It consists of numerous things: his life at Marineford & meeting Reader, his friendship with his crew, proposal, wedding, married life, his decision to take on the Donquixote Family mission, and the main part of course being his 2 weeks spent with Law & Reader at the house. I'm gonna put 3 snippets here, one for Rosinante x Reader, one for Law & Rosinante, one for Doflamingo x Reader. All of them are mostly dialogue, bcs I really want to show the vibe of the fic without showing too much, and just the difference between the brothers overall.

Writing some of Doflamingo's thoughts really had me: "YOU ARE NOT IN HOLY LAND, IN FACT THERE IS NOTHING HOLY ABOUT YOUR THOUGHTS, SOMEBODY ARREST HIM OMG 😭😭" the only NSFW for now is just Doffy & his thoughts, and honestly, I'm fine with that being the only nsfw part of the fic? I'm just not yet confident enough writing actual smut, but I'll try it for them both cus they both love Reader 😤

Okay, onto the snippets:

Rosinante x Reader

“Rosinante,” you said. “I think you love your brother.”

Rosinante’s fingers paused mid-way in grabbing the empty bowl. You grabbed it instead, while he stared at you, mouth open, frozen in the moment.

You looked at him, and he felt naked. His heart was beating all around his body, and he wondered if he unconsciously put up a Silent bubble around the two of you, because everything felt so quiet, so intimate.

“If you really hate your brother, then I think it’s fine not to be able to forgive him. But, you’re a really kind person, so it looks to me like you love him despite of everything. It’s really admirable.”

“I won’t ever forgive him for abandoning you,” you said, frowning as you continued picking up the dinnerware. “He isn’t my brother, after all. To me, he’s a stranger who hurt the man I love, so I won’t be able to ever forgive him!”

Rosinante felt like his heart would explode; it was beating so fast, the thumping beats incredibly loud, resounding in his ears. He felt hot all over, and he felt himself starting to sweat.

Your expression softened when you looked at him.

“But, you’re different,” you said softly, staring up at him lovingly. You smiled at him, gentle and beautiful. “And I love that about you.”

That was it. Rosinante's body reached its limit after such words. It caught aflame from the inside, his face turning tomato red, steam exploding from his ears as the blush painted his entire face crimson.

Rosinante & Law (get ready for a gut punch)

“You’re not gonna die!” yelled Rosinante.

“Promise!” yelled Law.

“Of course I -” started Rosinante passionately, but Law cut him off.

“No!” yelled Law. He turned his face up toward Rosinante, and Rosinante felt like all the air was punched out of his gut at the sight of Law’s pleading, agonised face, his big grey eyes full of tears. “Promise if it doesn’t work, if the Op-Op Fruit doesn’t heal me, you’ll take me back here! Where I can… be with you and (Y/N)-san!”

Rosinante’s eyes widened, staring at Law.

Law’s trembling, tiny fingers clenched tight onto Rosinante’s pink dress shirt. “Promise that we’ll go to the beach every day, and we’ll have barbeque with your friends together. They’re not like them… they… they feel real.”

Law went on. “Promise we’ll eat meals together at the table, and pick cabbage and tomatoes together!”

Law… thought Rosinante, his eyes filling with tears.

“And when I start dying…” Law’s voice cracked, and he looked down, his fingers gripping tighter on Rosinante’s shirt, “when it starts killing me… I want you and (Y/N)-san to hold my hands!”

Law sobbed, his body trembling with the force of it, his snot clogging his nose.

“I don’t want to die alone!” cried Law desperately, the words coming from the depths of his chest.

Rosinante’s lips trembled, his heart weeping for the boy. His hands reached out, and wrapped around Law, pulling him close.

“Of course, kid. I promise. I promise, Law.”

“You won’t die alone,” said Rosinante, tears sliding down his eyes.

Law bawled into Rosinante’s shirt, clinging to him tight, weeping. Rosinante held him tight, cradling Law's head to his chest, hugging him close to his heart.

Doflamingo x Reader

“Your husband wasn’t a saint.” sneered Doflamingo, brows furrowed.

“Neither are you,” you replied firmly. “You were going to kill him either way, whether he was a traitor or not. Rosi chose how he would die, and it wasn’t for you.”

You continued glaring at the man swathed in the pink feathers.

It was for Law. All for Law. He wanted Law to be healthy, to be free. Rosinante wanted that so much he was willing to abandon the marines themselves, playing a double game with them and Doflamingo, fooling them both, getting the fruit for Law. Never in his life did Rosinante lie to Sengoku - the man was his adopted father, after all.

Except once.

When he told Sengoku he would stay away from the island.

Doflamingo’s smile fell, his mouth settling into a thin line. For a long, tense moment, he didn’t speak.

Doflamingo smirked, his smile curved like the moon.

“Well, I can imagine how much more it must hurt then, that he didn’t live for you.” he said, the cruel words coming out in a tone of nonchalance, folding his long arms behind his head, putting his right leg atop his knee. He tilted his head toward you, still wearing that devilish smile, and said, “He wasn’t even alive long enough to find out you’re pregnant.”

Your stomach hurt. Your heart wept.

Doflamingo didn’t give you time to recover. He went on.

“And where is he now, huh? Your marine hero? Where is my little brother to protect you from me? I’ll tell you where. Bottom of the sea. Do you want to know why I’m here and he isn’t? Because he let the marines brainwash him, made him hate me, and stuck his nose in my business. I welcomed him back with open arms, without any questions asked, and he spat in my face.”

Doflamingo spoke it all with a smile. Soon, that too, was gone. “Do you want to know why I’m the leader of the family?”

“Because I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty. Because I’m not soft like my father, or my brother. Because I don’t let my emotions cloud my judgement. When there’s a problem, I handle it. If my family is threatened, I protect it, no matter what it takes, no matter who I have to kill. The world won’t bend to a fist with no weight, or a good-hearted fool.”

“And that’s why your husband is dead and you’re stuck with me.” Doflamingo sneered, his grin demonic, wide and cruel, filling your vision. “Because he was the weaker one of the two of us.”

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Okay, so for the poll, I am indecided on whether Law & Doflamingo should meet/interact at the hospital when the baby is born, as both will be present there in that location. I'm of the thought Doflamingo would, as delusional as he is, let Law do as he pleased with the "oh, he's having an indepentant phase, I'll leave him alone and he'll come back to the fold" attitude since Doflamingo doesn't know Law witnessed him killing Rosinante. But then another part of me is thinking Doflamingo might attempt a grab for Law since Law is still 1) not as strong 2) still young and frail-looking (even despite getting a full ass growth spurt from 110 cm to 150-160 cm after healing himself from the Lead Disease)

Taglist: @fanaticsnail @daydreamer-in-training

Oh, and have this pic of how Law & Rosi would be at home with Reader if Rosi survived. (Because if I have to suffer, so do you + this is def how Law looks like in the fic next time Reader sees him after Rosi's death)

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[witchlingsandwyverns]

Why are you a gwynriel?

cus it makes my brain go brrrrr

I mean, there's a lot of reasons, but mostly I'm intrigued by their dynamic and am curious to see how they evolve - same reason I'm an elucien. I consider myself a multi-shipper and like a LOT of different ships, but there's just some combinations that make my brain churn with possibilities. Gwynriel is one of them.

And it doesnt really hurt that it was the ship that introduced me to a lot of incredible mutuals ♡♡ (and @gwynrielweeksofficial)

[obsessive-clown]

Your content is so nice. To a fellow yandere Nanami enjoyed I am curious about your two cents on this. What would be the difference personality wise between a Yandere Nanami and a Yandere curse user Nanami 🤔

Oh!! This is an interesting one…

As someone who hasn’t dabbled too much into Curse User Nanami media (but would love to), I think I have a few ideas…

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First of all:

Curse User Kento is far more sadistic. This is just a given, I mean look at the man. Slaughtering his entire work place? Not giving a shit about other people or anything around him? There is no doubt in my mind that man has a hit list of sorts, and every single name on that list is full of people who have wronged you, hurt you, dated you, slept with you. All of it.

Not to mention, I think Curse User Kento would be a bit sloppier with his work, unlike his Sorcerer counterpart. Whether this be on purpose or just because he has a lack of care. Sometimes he wants you to find someone from your past, that you’ve nearly forgotten about, on the news and taken out brutally. He struggles to show love and interest, at least in normal ways, anyways.

Following Up:

While CU!Kento has a lack of care, empathy and compassion for others, something about you makes his long dead, cold and miserable heart beat and feel something new.

Regular, Sorcerer Kento is just kept to himself. He doesn’t particularly like showing too much emotion. He doesn’t like people seeing his soft side and using that to their advantage. But with you, he lets you in on every bit of it. There’s just something about you that the Sorcerer loves and can’t get enough of. Unlike his Curse User counterpart, he has morals, he approaches you in a calm, normal, civilized manner.

Both of the Kento’s are incredibly problematic in their own sense though.

CU!Kento will convince you to push those around you, away. Gaslighting? He’ll do it, if it means getting to be with you. No other man— person in general— is good enough for you. Only he is. Everyone else is garbage compared to you. He struggles with being overly controlling in my mind. He would love to work on this for you, since he doesn’t particularly like seeing you upset, but he can’t help it. Old habits die hard and he just needs to know he’s your only option and that you’re his.

Sorcerer!Kento will be overly possessive of you. You want to go out? Let him come with you. He hates the thought of another person getting the idea to try and take what’s his. You’re his prized jewel, so naturally, he hovers a lot. Gatekeeping you? Absolutely. You’re his everything, his reason to keep going. He may hide all of this well and be extremely subtle and soft with how he shows it, but it’s a force of habit.

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These are just a few things I could think of… I’m sure more will conjure and I’ll have to post about them… I apologize for posting this so late though! And I hope you enjoyed, loves. 🫀

[sillygoofyqueer]

I'M BACK WITH MORE ANGST

(but first of all!!! i loove that characterization of wei qingwei, the pirate-dad-peak lord; i can see him being the only peak lord/person who is allowed to casually fix stray feathers on shen qingqiu's wings, because he never makes a big deal out of it or acts like he's made of glass. he fixes it like he fixes someone's hair or clothes, which is a bit of normalcy shen qingqiu is probably desperate for)

so i was thinking: water prison. the whole jin lan city debacle goes roughly the same, only of course with the added accusations of sqq having been an untrustworthy, scheming demon all along and the accusations being a bit more dire. public opinion turns against him badly and he gets hauled off. the old palace master would probably go all in on his demonic heritage and accuse him of a slew of other things too, and then demand his wings be clipped because he'll "escape otherwise". it's not great but shen qingqiu doesn't use his wings to fly that often, and he'll molt soon anyway so he agrees with the conditions (if only to soothe things over). but then ofc in private they do whatever they want and the old palace master changes clipping to pinioning, which is significantly worse, very painful, and cripples him (bonus points if the little palace mistress comes to the prison with her whip and gets a few hits in too cus his wings are drenched and hurt and difficult to maneuver<3).

i do think in this case luo binghe doesn't visit bc if he already got furious at the little palace mistress for using her whip, he wouldn't accept his shizun's wings being mutilated (however, if binghe does come it would be a similar kind of frustrating miscommunication as in canon, and when binghe gets furious when he sees shen qingqiu it's not at sqq but at the state of him, but sqq doesn't know that, and reacts in fear and self-preservation (moving away, tucking his wings tight and close to his body, eyes flashing pale blue (like a crow's!!)), which of course makes it worse; maybe binghe assumes that shen qingqiu thinks this was his idea, which he would NEVER).

when gongyi xiao (love this good boy<3) comes by ofc he's horrified to see the state of shen qingqiu's wings (clumps of blood-slick feathers on the floor, one wing clearly shorter than the other, ripped clothes and bruises), and just like in canon he immediately goes to free him bc it's unacceptable and vile, and maaaybe he jumps to the conclusion that binghe must have done this to him to punish him. with the last of his strength sqq transforms into his full crow form, which is easier to smuggle out of the prison bc gongyi xiao can bundle him up in his robes (for extra drama binghe can be like "shizun will let gongyi xiao swaddle him in his robes and hold him but not binghe??🥺🥺😡😡" "binghe please don't say it like that")

*Gripping the sides of my coffin as I force myself into a sitting position and yes, I do look as - if not MORE - fit than Tianlang-jun in that one illustration (you know the one I mean)* Hey.

This angst just hit me incredibly hard in the stomach and that's why I've been ill so...it's ALL YOUR FAULT (kidding, kidding). Anywhosles, Gongyi Xiao is precious and of course he would smuggle crow Shen Qingqiu out of the prison the moment he sees the mutilation of the poor guy's wings. If he believes Binghe did it? Another reason to dislike the guy that practically stole everything from him (I love this precious guy and he deserves better in canon 😔). He has heard so much about the peak lord grieving the loss of his disciple, and Luo Binghe repays him by practically destroying his wings?? Shameful :(

From the Zhuzhi-lang angle, imagine he's in snake form, going to find the fit guy dilf half demon cultivator that saved his life and helped him out when he should have killed him, and finding a Huan Hua Palace disciple holding a brutalised crow with overly intelligent eyes. It's not hard to jump to the conclusion that the Huan Hua disciple has either caused or helped cause these injuries upon Shen Qingqiu, and is possibly even about to kill him. Keep in mind that all Zhuzhi-lang knows is that Shen Qingqiu has been taken into custody by Huan Hua, held within the Water Prison with his wings to be clipped, multiple accusations thrown his way linked to him being a demon, and that it's the snake boi's job to save him because Shen Qingqiu saved him that one time. What would you do in that situation? Because Zhuzhi-lang attacks with no remorse. Does Gongyi Xiao die?? The real question is if I could bear the poor guy dying twice just for doing the right thing...

The miscommunication between Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu always makes me want to die because just ONE CONVERSATION WOULD FIX EVERYTHING. But that's also why it's so silly and good and I love it. The idea that Shen Qingqiu believes that Luo Binghe is the reason why his wings are so fucked up could go deeper with the idea of, back when Luo Binghe was a disciple, he was practically the only disciple that was ever allowed to touch the man's wings, and he always seemed very upset when the other peak lords got to help Shen Qingqiu with his feathers - jealous of them, in reality, but the man thought that maybe he was jealous of how Shen Qingqiu was treated despite being a demon (it was a tidgy bit of the reason). So, when Shen Qingqiu is in the Water Prison, Binghe's first order of business could be perceived as: "you want to be treated as a pathetic human? I can help with that" and ruins one of Shen Qingqiu's defining features of a demon, making him vulnerable and weak - which is how Bingge felt humans were, and how Shen Qingqiu thinks Binghe views humans. So. Angst. Yay.

[mandu-17]

Yours only | Song Yuqi x fem! reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Requests: 1) May I request a Yuqi x fem reader hurt comfort smut (top yuqi if your comfortable) where Reader gets jealous of Lucas so Yuqi assures her that she has nothing to worry about

2) when ur ready do u wanna do a yuqi fic for me? preferably suggestive or smut tbh cus her deep voice has been on my mind these days (when is it not)

Warnings: Curse words, jealousy

Genre: Smut

Wordcount: ~ 1,409

A/N: so i combined these two requests into one fic, i really like the dialogues here:)

“This is fucking ridiculous.”

You couldn’t believe your own eyes, while peeking outside the window of your shared apartment with Yuqi.

There she was in a white, elegant shirt with sunglasses pushed up on her hair glancing up at you from time to time, but in a way Lucas wouldn’t even notice. Besides, he was way too captivated by every word that escaped your girlfriend. There was no way you’d miss it throughout out the whole day. Frankly speaking, you were furious by now. Once all three of you arrived at your street, you excused yourself, refusing to spend any more time in the company of Chinese idols.

What was supposed to be a fun day out with Yuqi and her friend, turned out to be incredibly awkward. At first, you appreciated Lucas’ will to be the gentleman and open the door for two of you or how he had no problem with getting extra napkins for everyone. You took it as a sign that he was extremely well-mannered, but it didn’t change the fact that no matter how much you tried to, you had no idea how to talk to him. Lucas and you were from two totally different worlds. Only Yuqi was able to fill long moments of silence although with her social skills, it was probably a piece of cake for her.

The fact that Lucas kept on sending Yuqi these puppy eyes, whenever he thought she nor you weren’t looking or how his smile never disappeared while listening to her stories - it was getting out of hand. Even someone blind would see it.

The worst thing in this situation though, was that Yuqi seemed to know what was going on as well and didn’t react.

Your girlfriend was amused at the sight of your clenched jaw and how often you’d roll your eyes. She wanted to tease you, you quickly realized when her hand squeezed your thigh harshly under the table at a restaurant. You almost gasped in shock, but luckily were able to cover it up with cough causing her to smirk.

Now, two hours after dinner, Yuqi finally joined you upstairs in your apartment.

“Lucas wanted to ask about my opinion on his newest choreography, that’s why it took so long.” You heard your girlfriend explain from the entrance hall, where she was taking her shoes off.

Then, she happily marched into the living room and joined you on the couch. Uninterested, you only hummed.

“Did you enjoy today?” Yuqi raised her eyebrow, her face close to yours as she wanted to watch your expression carefully.

“Not really.” You crossed your arms with a frown, before willing to meet her big eyes. “And you know it.”

“Baby, you can’t be serious!” Yuqi’s head tilted to the side, mouth hanging slightly open. “Were you perhaps... jealous? Of me?”

Oh, how she was enjoying herself in that moment.

One glare from you was equal to an answer, you decided. You were far from laughing.

“Y/N, talk to me.” Suddenly Yuqi’s voice went few tones lower.

You gulped, surprised to hear it out of nowhere. Yuqi knew how you reacted to it, how your body reacted to it was especially her favorite part. She gave you shivers. Pleasant ones.

“Do I need to repeat myself, baby girl?” One of her hands started to trace small patterns on your inner thigh and the other circled around your waist.

“N-no.” Fuck, you shouldn’t stutter right now.

“Exactly, now tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Yuqi nibbled on the skin of your throat, her breaths tickling you.

“I... I was jealous. Lucas likes you a lot.” Your heartbeat quickened, you could feel hot blush spreading onto your cheeks. A part of you loathed that Yuqi was able to make you so flustered within few minutes, but another part- God, you were getting so turned on.

“He likes me, because we’re friends. There’s nothing more to this.” One of Yuqi’s fingers guided your chin to the side making your noses meet softly. “Got it, baby?”

You had two options.

One, to agree with her and finally feel her lips on yours.

Two, to stay stubborn and have some more fun.

Number two seemed more appealing.

“I don’t know, he wanted to impress you all day, even showed you his choreography. Are you sure he doesn’t have a crush on you or anything?” You sucked in your breath after finishing the sentence. You never knew what to expect from Yuqi whenever she used her deep voice. It was like she turned into a different person.

“He values my opinion. So does everybody else.” One corner of her lips raised a bit.

Bluffing Yuqi - probably your favorite kind of Yuqi.

“Now are we clear? Will you be a good girl from now on?”

Yes.

How could you not be a good girl when she was swallowing you with her hungry eyes. Instead of replying, you closed the distance and sighed in relief when you felt Yuqi kissing you back. You just couldn’t help yourself.

“Come here.” Yuqi’s strong arms brought you closer, onto her lap. She squeezed your ass once you straddled her properly.

“Yuqi.” You moaned into her mouth, your back arched instinctively making you grind down on her lap.

“Not so fast, angel.” She grabbed your hips having you stop immediately.

“Yuqi, please.” You whined, her kiss-bitten lips barely a breath away.

“Please what, Y/N? You have to tell me what you want.” Yuqi’s dark eyes studied your form with satisfaction. This skin flushed, eyes wide and heavy breaths look on you was to die for.

“I need you, Yuqi. I need you inside me.”

She stopped for a second, before grinning like a Cheshire cat. She was insanely in love with you. Especially whenever you felt confident enough to talk dirty.

“Such a naughty girl.” She mumbled and leaned in to cover your neck with open mouthed kisses, she sucked the skin above your collar bones while making sure to leave dark marks. “You have no idea how much I love you.”

One of her impatient hands travelled south in order to tug at your shirt or more accurately, get rid of it. Yuqi hummed approvingly at the sight of your beautiful midriff. Her fingers traced your smooth skin, moving upwards until they reached your bra. She undid it with experts’ speed and closed her mouth around one of your hardened nipples.

Yuqi loved this intimate proximity that created between you, it’s always been far more than sex.

You mewled weakly, knowing how obsessed Yuqi often was about your breast. She used her hands to grip your butt once more and pressed you even closer against her. You cried out in pleasure, before throwing your arms around her neck. Subconsciously, you rolled your hips rolled into hers.

“Here, ride my fingers, baby.”

You heaved a sigh of relief when you felt Yuqi unzip your pants, her fingers made it past the waistband of your underwear in a hurry so she was able to satisfy your burning with lust core.

“Damn. You’re so wet, angel. So good for me.” Yuqi gasped, truly shocked at how incredibly you felt around her fingers.

Your warm walls welcomed her eagerly, as your hips rocked. You began to moan uncontrollably when she let herself go deeper. Yuqi had to silence you with her kisses - she didn’t doubt that you were actually able to make all the neighbors know what you two were doing. There was just no point in letting something so embarrassing happen.

Your knuckles turned white when you gripped onto Yuqi’s shoulders desperately. You needed something to ground yourself with. The feeling of your lover’s fingers buried deep inside you made you want to see all the stars. You were chasing after your sweet release, eyes shut tightly at the pure bliss you were bathing in.

Eventually, you did open them only to glance down between your bodies. Fascinated, you watched Yuqi’s hand disappear in your pants repeatedly. You shuddered, it only drove you closer to the edge and when Yuqi hit your g-spot you almost lost it. She knew your body excellent by now. She easily recognized from the way you were clenching her fingers how close you were.

“Come for me, baby girl. I know you want to.” She husked into your ear, biting your earlobe.

And how could you disobey?

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(This should have stayed in my drafts but idc)

Ight listen up as a future scientist and very into chemistry man, i totally headcanon that the whole water kills ghosts thing is due to the pH.

Because they can still drink tea, and I doubt they'd be hurt by EVERY liquid ever, its mostly just water that is talked about. Which is usually slap bang neutral at 7. (Wu is wrong, ok, forget about him)

So maybe acids and bases closer to 0 and 14 have an opposite effect, cus obvs if we go pour acids on our skin it'll fucking hurt lmao, but we're good with water.

So, depending on the pH, it would probably determine how bad they get "burned" by it and its fatality. I'd assume anything "bad" is between pH 4 and 10. Or something like that. Cus a morro being able to drink acid just sounds incredibly awesome for no reason at all.

It makes no sense but i like it cus chemisty 🤤

also i find the water thing stupid.