#eh anyway i'll delete this later

[doubledyke]

the "feeling of impending doom" symptom with anxiety is one of the hardest to be ~MiNdFuL~ about and idk exactly why... probably cuz it's so specific and kind of stands out compared to the usual shit im thinking about 24/7. also bc it's true that literally anything could happen at any time so it's impossible to rationalize lol. plus it has the added effect of being depressing as hell. doesn't help that it's also a symptom of some real medical crises 😭 so even when i try to tell myself "okay it's just your hormones" etc, my brain is like " true, but you're actually gonna have an aneurysm in approximately 17 minutes, so. jot that down."

[puripurin]

— Cute!Yan!Monster, who is nothing more than a literal cutiepie. Sure, his jaw is bloody and quite literally hanging by muscles, but his mannerisms are totally different than by how he looks.

The first time you saw him was in an abandoned building you were exploring for fun, dangerously stupid, but quite frankly stupid was in your middle name with all the dangerous stunts you had pulled, so this was the usual.

Until you saw him jump out of nowhere but still didn't come close to you as he banged his head on a piece of hanging metal, to which tears started forming in his eyes.

You pouted as you got a closer look. The monster that had tried to scare you had strawberry blonde hair and deep red eyes. Overall, the monster was cute except for his hanging jaw.

"Erm... are you okay?" You stooped down near him and handed him a napkin. He stared at you before taking it gracefully and wiping away his tears.

"I... I'm sorry for doing a poor job of scaring you... I'm just bad at what I'm supposed to do..." He weeped some more as he patted his tears. His voice was soft and slightly scratchy, but you had no idea where it came from, so that was a bit eerie.

"Hey, no... you actually scared me. The atmosphere was really scary as I heard your footsteps periodically, and I was always looking back. Even if it was botched, you did a good job." You patted his head as his eyes widened in happiness.

"You mean it??? I am so happy that I was able to scare you! Ah! My papa says that if you love someone very much you should marry them!" He nuggled into your chest, leaving you in confusion. "I am not letting you leave here. My papa says you should never let the person you love the most leave... I think that's for the best for you..."

"Wait, what--"

"Ah, anyways, what do you mean by you heard my footsteps periodically?" He looked up at you and tilted his head.

"Oh, it just meant I heard you walking around. Is there an issue?"

"But I don't make sound when I walk."

"Wait... then, who...?"

"Oh! Wait, you're talking about my papa!"

"Your papa?"

Just then, a horned monster layered in short black fur appeared in front of you both and screeched loudly. The cute monster giggled as he ran up to hug his papa. Meanwhile, you pass out in fear.

Eh, i think ill make a fic about his papa later. Oh also, i did post an intro, but deleted it because it was ugly so I'll have redo it, plus i was tired while doing it, so uh yeah. Also, he's not really yandere in the beginning, but once you spend more time, the more he wants to lock you up and keep you as his wife <3

[theauthorunicorn]

Imagine | Nanami Kento

a painful rundown of your life with Nanami

notes: jjk shibuya arc is so painful to watch. I have read this arc but damn, it being animated hurts so much. anyway enjoy this heartbreak. reblogs, comment and likes are appreciated!

based on ariana grande's imagine.

Nanami Kento x Reader

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆

Nobody knew how you knew each other. Kento always gives off this stoic vibe while you're the life of the party. All of your friends, especially Satoru, tease how both of you are like polar opposites but still attract each other. Maybe he was the one made for you after all, and Nanami Kento is your other half.

You spend most of your time together, either cooking or lounging in his kitchen, telling him stories that he has probably heard before. You and your theatric movements are trying to describe what happened, and he is just humming and listening to everything.

"And that's it, Ken; that's what happened to the book that I was just reading, but," you pouted, "I really wish you could read it so that we can talk about it."

"I don't need to read it now; you've told me the whole plot anyway."

You sighed, "Oh, I saw a good book at the bookstore earlier; we could buy two of it so you can read it together with me."

He hums in agreement.

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆

Kento was everything for you. When both of you first kissed, you knew that he was perfect for you. He doesn't need to tell you that it was perfect for him as well, because the way he kissed back was the answer you're looking for. You always loved how you two were in sync; he's either in the bathtub bathing his worries away or you, with no make-up, casually applying some skin care. It's like a routine.

"I love how my face fits so well in your neck, darling," he mumbled as he hugged you after he took his bath. "Hmm, me too, Ken; I love it."

Many nights were spent sleeping on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. Nobody knows this side of Nanami Kento, only you. He puts his guard down and acts like a regular man with no worries about tomorrow.

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆

"Hey Kento," you say, walking backwards to face him through the halls of Jujutsu High, "can you tell me all your secrets?"

His eyebrows knitted with your question, "What secrets, love?"

"I don't know," you shrugged, "that's why I'm asking."

He held your hands somehow, asking without a word to walk with him, "Sure. If you tell me yours as well."

You laughed as you gripped his hand tighter. "And all of the creep shit too, okay?"

"What creep shit?"

"The creep shits! So, I know it's true, Ken."

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆

Kento will always treasure his moments with you; with one click of his phone camera, a moment with you is forever captured. He planned to print all the photos and make an album out of them. He thought about letting your future lineage know what kind of woman you are today. Young, vibrant, beautiful, and perfect. He wants to keep you forever until the end.

"Eh?! Why do you have these nasty pictures and videos of me?" Pouting as you scroll in his phone gallery, "I'm deleting this."

He snatched his phone. "No, you can't."

"What are you that obsessed with me?"

"Probably."

"Are you making a movie about me?"

"Maybe."

"Then, just make sure that you will name me in the credits as the lead actress." You smiled.

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆

You reminisce about all of the days you spent with Kento. Every day of your life with him is played in your head like the lyrics of your favorite song.

You waved him goodbye, a kiss was planted on his lips, and a mumbled I love you was exchanged on the street of Shibuya on October 31, 2018.

"Be careful, Y/N. I'll see you later. I love you always and forever." He smiled.

"You too, my love." You answered, "I'll see you later." You didn't finish your sentence as a gore, painful premonition flashed in your eyes. If you were to ask someone to describe your cursed technique, you'd never be proud of it. You can see flashes of the future—an oracle of a definite future with no power to reverse it.

"I'll see you later or in another lifetime, Kento. I will scour the whole world to be with you," you promised him.

Again.

[hydrangeyes]

 "huh, you're really cute." ☁️⛈️

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

Edit: So shuffling through my docs It's been brought to my attention that wattpad (who I use as backup) Cut a lot of my fics in half??? anyway I'll be trying to fix that also

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Blunt male reader x Macaque

Eh light angst, implied shadowpeach, ooc Macaque (maybe, he screams touchstarved of gentle touch kind to me), made before I saw the special

Reader is a bit bully here lol (it comes off as manipulative even if he does mean well), short short short short

Wrote this then went back and changed it after the s3 special came out lmao

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"I don't know why you just won't go and make up with your ex." N/n suddenly says from where he was leaning back on the step seat, picking his claws in boredom. Grinning as he hears Macaque fumble and drop a fallen stage pillar he was trying to fix up.

With tension easing in the group, Macaque found himself setting up a small base not far from that run down theater he found.

N/n popped out of nowhere one day, derail the grouchy monkey's plans and hasn't left him alone since.

From the beginning he asked way to many questions, untangled his (well he thought so anyway) well crafted plans to get under that silly humans skin. Less evil more just to help release all that energy they had honestly. (The visits were draining at the end of the day)

And then there was this.

"For the last time me and pe- Wukong weren't in that kind of relationship!!" He sneers turning his attention to the other monkey, huffing as n/n snickers and waves a hand nonchalantly.

"Rightttt, sureeee. So if say he were to walk in and-"

And for some reason Macaque found himself glancing at the entrance. Before catching himself and looking back only now N/n was right infront of him.

"You-!"

Gently cupping Macaque's face, n/n hums and nuzzle the top of his head. "For just a second, you hoped didn't you?"

"Why?" N/n continues "how can either of you visit each other alone if you both can't bother to talk to each other with honesty?" He hums feeling Macaque curl further into himself.

Letting it be as he felt he made his point, n/n chirps softly "you don't have to forgive him, but you want to don't you?"

Macaque clenches his fist, looking away as the other gave him soothing gestures pulling him into a hug.

"How about later, after a break we go and see what he's up too? Strike up some light conversation?" N/n tilts his head, so Macaque could nudge and bury closer into the fur on his neck. The gloomy simian, finally relaxing as n/n guides them to lay on his nest.

"A 'you have a trinket of mine, i want it back' visit? Light and technically true."

Macaque face flushed red, as he tried to hide it in the other's chest. But N/n could see how red the tip of his ears were.

He couldn't believe he was actually thinking of going with n/n idea, even less so at how he's pretty much melting into the other. "That...could work. He does have some things of mine I want here..." Macaque grumbles as he slumps fully on n/n now, moving a little to lay down a bit better on him.

N/n chuckles, glancing down to see the top of his head and the lazy wag of his tail.

' ah, you're really cute like this...' n/n thinks, his own tail moving to curl around Macaque's. He doesn't say anything when the other starts to purr sleepily.

'Sun wukong, you better make your move before I steal your moon~"

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Written for @tarlosweeklyprompts prompt of the day: Love

Aimée (AO3)

Aimée is pronounced kind of like "eh-may" and it's French for beloved. So yes I cheated a little with today's prompt.

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"Dude, if that husband of yours doesn't get here soon, we're starting without him." Nancy said, before popping a chip in her mouth.

"Carlos is always very punctual. It's annoying." Iris commented.

It was the first official 126 hang after they got married a few months ago, and the first they invited Iris to.

TK liked her now he'd gotten to know her better. She'd been Carlos' best person at the wedding and they'd discovered she and TK had a very similar sense of humour.

They'd joked about Carlos having a type and the blushing stammering mess he'd turned into had made TK fall in love with him even more.

"Maybe he got kidnapped again." Mateo suggested, earning him a glare from just about everyone in the room. "What? It's possible!"

"Carlos did not get kidnapped, ok?" TK insisted, though the thought was always in the back of his mind whenever Carlos was home later than planned. "I'm sure he's just running late. I'll call him again."

He pulled up Carlos' contact and hit call, thankful it actually rang and didn't go straight to voicemail.

"Hey baby." Carlos answered after what seemed like hours.

"Baby where are you? We're all waiting for you."

"Put him on speaker." Nancy insisted and TK did as she asked. "Reyes if you're not here in 10 minutes we're starting without you and eating all of your chips."

"You always do that already anyway." Carlos deadpanned. "I'm just walking out the door now. I'll be home in 20 minutes. 25 tops."

TK frowned at his phone.

"The station is only 15 minutes away. Where are you coming from?"

"Lexi's place. She uh... had something for me I had to pick up. Something I needed."

"Like what?"

"Just... stuff. I have to go. I'll be home soon. I love you."

"We love you too, Carlos!" Mateo called out, making the rest of the gang laugh.

"I don't think he was talking to you." Iris pointed out. "He's not married to you, he's married to TK. He is TK's heart. He told me himself."

"I know, I was just joking. Though I guess I do love him? As a friend I mean. He is one of my best friends."

TK tuned the rest of the conversation out and continued to stare at his phone. He opened his text thread with Carlos and typed and deleted similar versions of the same text a few times.

"You ok bud?" Nancy was standing next to him and he realised he hadn't even noticed her getting up.

"Yeah... No... I just... He's lying to me." TK stammered. "Not even three months into our marriage and he's lying to me."

"You don't know that. Let's talk this through. Who is Lexi? Is that someone he works with?"

"Yeah... she's his partner. They've worked together for years. She was at the wedding. She danced with Marj."

"Ok. Do you have her number?"

"Yeah... but I can't just call her."

"Why not?"

"Because... she'll tell him and he'll think I'm checking up on him because I don't trust him."

"Isn't that exactly the case?"

"No. I trust him with my life." TK vowed.

"But...?" Nancy prompted.

"But... I can't help but think about the last time he told me he was going somewhere and then he ended up bound and gagged and drugged in a serial killer's kitchen."

"So, just call her and tell her you're worried."

"No... I can't."

"Just do it dude. I came here to have fun with my friends, not to watch you mope around all night."

"I'm not moping!" TK protested and Nancy just raised an eyebrow at him in reply. "I'm just... worried. Paranoid?"

"Oh you're definitely paranoid, but if you don't call that Lexi person, I will."

TK rolled his eyes but knew her well enough to know she would take his phone and call Lexi. He pulled up her number and hit call.

She answered almost right away, as if she'd been waiting for the call.

"Hey TK."

"Lexi, hi, sorry for disturbing you but uhm... is Carlos with you?"

"No he left about 10 minutes ago. Didn't he call you?"

"No he did, he did... I was just... I don't know... I didn't know he was going anywhere after his shift."

"It was kind of a last minute thing. But I promise you he was in one piece when he left here and he was going straight home."

"Right. Ok. Sorry for bothering you..."

"It's fine. I'd be worried too after what he got himself caught up in last time he was home late." Lexi told him, sounding like she'd rehearsed the line or at least already repeated it a few times.

"Yeah... I just don't want to be a widower before we even make it to three months."

"Don't worry, he's fine. He's kind of a dumbass but he's fine."

"A dumbass? Why? What did he do? What happened?"

"He made me promise not to say anything... but you have absolutely nothing to worry about. You'll see when he gets home."

"Right..."

"If it was something bad I would have told you, TK. You're my friend too and stupidity does not trump loyalty."

TK smiled.

"Alright. Have a good night Lexi."

"Thanks. You too. And when your husband gets home, please call him an idiot from me."

TK promised he would and they ended the call.

"See? Nothing to worry about." Nancy said. "He's probably picking up some kind of anniversary present for you. You two are the kind of people who would celebrate your wedding anniversary every month."

TK bit his lip, knowing she was right but not wanting to admit it.

They rejoined the rest of the group and TK did his best to try and keep up with the conversations around him, but his mind kept drifting to Carlos.

About ten minutes later his phone rang and Carlos' name flashed up on the screen.

"Oh gross, you have him as husband ❤ in your phone?" Nancy commented after glancing at his phone screen.

"Shut up." TK mumbled before answering the call. "Carlos? Where are you?"

"Coming up in the elevator right now. Do you want to meet me in the hallway?"

"What? Why?"

"There's something you need to see before I come into the house."

"Why are you being so secretive? What did you do?"

"Did you get his name tattooed across your heart, Carlos?" Nancy yelled over TK's shoulder, who shoved her away as he got up. "What makes you think he doesn't already have that? And that it's across his heart and not somewhere else?"

Nancy made a disgusted face and everyone laughed as TK went to slide open the door.

He was confused for a minute until he saw Carlos coming around the corner. And he wasn't alone.

"Oh my god. Hi you!" he dropped to his knees. "Who are you? What is your name?"

"Her name is Aimée. It means beloved in French. She needed a place to stay for a while."

"Oh really? Are you coming to stay with me and Carlos? Do you want to come to work with me tomorrow? Or are you going with Carlos? Oh am I getting kisses? You are so sweet! Yes you are!"

"Did you buy a dog?" Iris asked. The whole gang had gathered in the hallway where TK was currently being licked to death by a very affectionate brown and white pitbull.

"No, I just kind of took some work home with me." Carlos told her. "She's a K9 officer. A police dog. Only her handler got shot and she needed someone to look after her while he recovers." he explained when the look on her face told him she didn't understand.

"They just let you take police dogs home with you? I have the wrong job." Mateo commented and bent down to greet the dog who had noticed the other humans and their cuddle potential.

"Not exactly. But her handler is one of my training officers from when I first joined the force as a rookie. He asked me to take her while he's out of action."

"But why the lying and the secrets?" TK asked, letting Carlos pull him to his feet and greet him with a kiss.

"You know the dog just licked his face, right?" Iris asked, looking mildly disgusted, and Carlos just about managed to stop TK from making a comment about Carlos having had 'worse' things in his mouth than a little doggy drool.

"That's ok. I don't mind." he said quickly.

"You really love him don't you?" She asked, still not over the kiss she'd just witnessed. "I mean I love you and I love Dylan... and I love dogs too... but I wouldn't kiss one."

"Well that's where we're different." Carlos said with a grin and kissed TK again for emphasis. "Wait, who is Dylan?"

"My boyfriend." Iris said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Keep up babe." TK patted his chest and focused on the dog again. "Aimée come here girl. Come."

"She's very sweet and well behaved when she's off duty. Well on duty too. I got some of her stuff from the station but her food and everything is at Frank's place and he lives on the other side of the city... So I just borrowed some stuff from Lexi from her dog." Carlos explained. "That's why I was at her place."

"So why was she calling you a dumbass?" Nancy asked.

"I wanted to surprise TK... she told me not to because of what happened last time I wasn't honest about where I was going..."

"She was right. I was worried when you were being all weird. And you're a terrible liar." TK told him. "But you're kind of cute so I think I'll keep you around." he joked and bent down to pick up Aimée's lead and took her into the loft, Carlos and the rest of the gang following behind.

TK made a beeline for the fridge to find a snack for Aimée, all while talking to the dog and calling her the best girl over and over.

"I've got treats and food for her in this bag." Carlos said, holding up a plastic bag. "And her bed and favourite toy are in the car."

"Didn't you say her handler got shot today?"

"Yeah..."

"That means she got shot at. So she had a rough day and deserves a special treat." TK reasoned and fed her some bits of sausage.

"Are you seriously feeding her the Kosher sausages you bought for your mom?"

"I didn't think dogs had to eat Kosher? Are dogs Jewish?" Iris commented, starting a whole debate between her and Mateo on how dogs fit into religion.

"She'll understand. And we can always pick up some more before they all come down next week. Or we'll just take her out to dinner somewhere." TK shrugged and held up his hand in front of Aimée's face. "Can you high five?"

"That's not exactly the kind of thing she's been trained to do, babe."

"That's ok. We can work on that."

Carlos watched TK explain high fives to the dog by taking her paw and touching his hand with it and feeding her sausage afterwards.

"You know you're going to have to transfer to the K9 unit now, right?" Paul asked and patted him on the back.

Carlos just laughed and thought of the transfer request paperwork he'd filled in after he got back from hospital and had picked Aimée up from the kennel. He'd tell TK about that later. When he's sure his request has been approved. And Aimée is officially theirs.

[tsukikoayanosuke]

Happy 4th Anniversary for TW:OPT!

(Two weeks late, but better than never.)

Can't believe it has been 4 years, eh? Can't believe I'm almost one year without posting any TW:OPT related since the final episode. I don't even think I ever post a Behind the Fic for chapter 163. Sorry about that.

I honestly don't know what am I supposed to make for this year. Honestly my biggest goal is to finish all of my wip, including ideas for TW:OPT Gaiden, before moving on to Book 2.

But sometimes I even wonder whether I want to write Book 2 or not.

Don't get me wrong; I still like Twisted-Wonderland. I still love my fic. But the spark is not there anymore. And I don't know why.

I mean, I barely interact with main content of TWST nowadays. Am I overwhelmed? Maybe. Am I having a burnt out? Perhaps. Or maybe I'm just getting old. It just doesn't feel the same, but I cannot pinpoint why it is different.

There were times when I thought: "what's the point? nobody will read this anyway" and wanting to delete everything to start a new or just disappear quietly. It's not like anyone gonna miss me, right?

Which is strange. Back when I wrote TW:OPT for the first time, I don't really care about the reaction. I was writing it for funzies. I know I didn't fit the target audience with the male oc-centric, so I never expected it to pick up. I was just going to write it until I stop and abandon it like many times.

But then you guys came, dearest reader. I never expected much, so it doesn't took me by surprise. I never expected so many people to like this little story. Even now I still sometimes go back and read your comments. Those were the moments when I felt like finally I did something right.

Meet new friends who I'll always treasure them in my heart and I lost a friend, which kinda makes me afraid in commenting others' WIP, but that's another story. I feel like I learn more about writing when planning for TW:OPT that I've ever before in school. It was a good times to find something to do, especially during quarantine, might I dare to say TW:OPT was the that bring me through quarantine. It came at the right place, at the right time.

But there are times, many even, when I looked at the neighbor's grass and see that it is greener. I thought I could handle myself, but jealously will come sooner or later. Insecurities is not a nice thing. It will eat you up until it left you crumbling to your knees. And the biggest thing that annoy me is that the fact that I care. I admit I don't have the best understanding with my surrounding and can be apathetic, so I shouldn't have feel jealous or anything. I'm the type of girl who can admit defeat and knows when others can do better things than me, so why can't I accept this? I've written a lot of fic and I never expect any reaction. So why am I bothered with attention when writing TW:OPT?

There's a saying: "Above the sky there is another sky". I know that. I know there are many writers better than me. Heck, my friends are better writer than me. Do I want to be the only writer? Absolutely not! If someone as pathetic like me can find joy in writing, I'm sure many will as well! I wasn't intended to gatekeep. So why am I feeling jealous like this?

If I have to explain this the best I can, it will be maybe like this: Writing is the only thing that I can enjoy and at least have a decent skill. Even if in real life I keep this a secret, at least I can take pride by myself. And when that one thing is taken from you, what is left? If TW:OPT is my one pride, what happen when it doesn't give you the same happiness anymore?

It's a thing that I noticed. After the middle of Scarabia Arc, I don't feel as happy as I used to when writing it. It became a chore. The thing where it supposed to be a stress-reliever, was instead became the cause of stress. I was plagued with the thoughts: I need to update. I have to update. When can I write? They've waited for too long. I can't stop now. I must finish this goddamn fic. It shouldn't have take three years to complete this damn fic. Why can't I update everyday like before? What wrong with me? Am I losing my touch? Why I don't get that many attraction anymore? Do they hate my work now? Am I not as good as I thought I am? Everyone is better than me. Why can't I be like them? Are my readers disappointed in me? Are they already moving on because I took too long? No one cares anymore. Always knew that I'm irrelevant. I'm just wasting my time trying to get something that's never mine.

But I'm still clinging onto TW:OPT. I'm not ready to say goodbye just yet. I still have Book 2/Last. I promised to myself that I will write it. I want to complete it. It doesn't matter if Twisted-Wonderland continue into Year 2 or 3 or 4. My goal is to complete Year 1.

I just...I don't want to disappoint you guys. I don't want to disappoint myself. I don't want this to be an abandon project. I just want to finally complete something that I started on my own will for once in my goddamn life.

What a hubris thought, huh? I'm sorry. I must've sounded like a selfish, attention-seeking, and ungrateful little bitch, aren't I? "Write for yourself" as they would say; I don't deserve to complain like a baby. I'll stop now.

I honesty don't know where is this rambling goes. I don't think I've ever talk like this before. Sorry. This might be a bad look on me, but it has been eating in me for the longest time. Does it feel good to let it out? Maybe. Or maybe I'm not able to feel anything anymore.

I just want to be happy in writing again. I want to be optimistic in my writing again. I don't want to be jealous of others. That one spark that I had back in early TW:OPT, I need it again. I want to try again. I want to write for TWST again. There are so many WIP that I want to write before I maybe disappear again. I know I will go back to write for Book 2. But not in this state. Not in this mental state where I think will care anymore.

I just want to be happy in my writing again.

I don't know... What do I do? I can try writing more. Will it help? It won't be another futile attempt? Or am I really hopeless and never have the chance since the very beginning. TW:OPT is my peak after all. It'll only go downhill from here.

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Okay. I'll really stop here.

Dearest reader, whoever and wherever you are, I'm sorry for not giving you much. I perfectly understand if you want to leave. But I am eternally grateful for you guys who still stays. This four years has been an experience. But thank you for being there to experience it with me.

I'm going to stop whining now. Bye for now.

[affectionatemud]

probably gonna delete this later but oh well

i do pixel art a lot on ourworldofpixels.com. i have a few servers i use just for myself. however ive never actually made my own art. i always copied others pixel by pixel. i never showed anyone any of it or claimed it was mine it was just a way for me to relax

today though i was trying to find something very specific and could and was just like "fuck it i'll try making it myself"

told myself i was just gonna take other small shit and piece it all together into one big thing but i actually only ended up using one other person's art and everything else was made by me. i don't really like how it came out but wanted to share anyways because it's the first ive done almost completely on my own

so here it is

im not good at people like at all so it turned out kinda shit but eh

the wings are literally the first thing that comes up when you Google "pixel art wings" lmao

but other than that it was all made by me

took 6 hours to make i might as well share it somewhere

[unpleasant-ghoul]

Got a sudden urge to play Skyrim again. Being an old pirate I'm pirating it, as always (ye, always. Sometimes I delete the game. And then months or years later I'm like "ooops, looks like i wasn't done with this one!")

Normally I go with the Legendary Edition. And then slap half a ton of mods onto it because it looks like it's carved out of soap in its default state. I'm not talking "big tiddies and youthful faces" kinda mods, that ain't me. I mean, I've only ever had one Dovahkiin, recreating him as he is each time, and he's a scarred, wrinkly, pale, creepy guy. Very, very handsome in my weirdo opinion.

Gotta pick carefully to get him lookin' nice n HD while preserving that charming impression of "someone took a small dragon skull, tried to mold it like a chunk of clay into an elf face, abandoned it without finishing in a dark, wet cave for half a century, then it developed a body and crawled out" (not his actual backstory. He was born, like a normal person. It did happen in a cave, though).

But the thing is, there WAS no LE this time! Well, there was, but not from the guys I normally get it from so it wouldn't feel right.

SE it is! And Anniversary version of it at that, if I'm trying old things the new way anyway.

So here I am, downloading the latest version I've found. Looking through mods for SSE while I'm at it, RaceMenu definitely (new version or not, I really don't think I'm getting THAT skin tone without a mod to help me. Dude is fucking PALE. If he laid down naked in the snow, you'd only see hair, eyes, and tattoos), not sure about the rest.

Looks like I'll need a mod for survival, despite it being included: wiki says there's sickness from raw meat, but I headcanon my Dovahkiin both liking it and being surprisingly well-adapted for digesting it, so default survival mode will clash with that.

Bandolier will also be needed, despite backpacks being there: my character just isn't a backpack guy. Travel light, move fast and quiet, all that.

Think I'll go without the bathing mod this time. It was cool, but... Eh.

Hunterborn's a must have, so is something for harder combat.

Magic... If I can remember what I USED to use and it's available for SSE. There was some good stuff but I just can't remember the names.

...

Remembered the names, and they're available for SSE. That was easy. Now a mod for followers riding - that's harder. What I used for SLE isn't available for SSE, so I guess I'll have to pick whatever seems okay and hope it works.

...

Still not asleep, and I've found a SSE's equivalent to vanilla Skyrim's Dragonborn Body mod (a mod that lets you have your Dovahkiin be your special little potato instead of using same textures as the NPC). So doing a little fucking around with textures because I'd rather slap some scars right onto the skin textures than download a mod and find out it doesn't allow for the specific kind, size and amount of scars that I headcanon my character with.

[rapifessor]

Pokéchronology, Volume I: Yellow

Day 13

This was a pretty grindy day, unsurprisingly. I want to make sure I'm reasonably prepared for what's coming up next, so I've been planning my endgame and powering up my Pokémon. I'll very likely wrap things up by tomorrow, and it won't be long before I start the next volume of Pokéchronology. I've laid the groundwork to make sure all of that happens.

Without further ado, let us begin. Unless you're allergic to Pokémon Yellow spoilers, of course.

Victory Road

Here we are. This is the final frontier, the last stretch before I reach the end of the game. From Giovanni's gym, I get organized and set out for Victory Road.

Ah, but of course, I must first deal with Gary, who has shown up yet again to demand a battle from me, claiming he's going to "whip" me to warm up for the Elite Four. Big if true.

In all seriousness, I wasn't sure how I was going to perform against Gary compared to last time. And as it turns out, he has a full team now, composed of Sandslash, Exeggcute, Ninetales, Cloyster, Kadabra, and Jolteon.

Luckily, I had Holy in front at the time, so I didn't have to switch to counter Gary's opener, Sandslash. I outspeed and OHKO it with Surf. Alright then, no problem. Sandslash isn't so spooky anymore. Then it's Exeggcute. Psychic/Grass, eh? Alright, Ice Beam that shit. OHKO again.

Ninetales. This 'mon actually has pretty good HP and/or Special, so they survive being hit with Surf. Ninetales' Ember does very little damage to Holy in return though, so even though Ninetales outspeeds them, Holy KOs another of Gary's Pokémon with a Thunderbolt.

In comes Cloyster. Boy, was I ready for that fucker this time. They try to Confuse Holy, but fail, and Holy deletes them instantly with Thunderbolt. Finally, Gary sends out something that Holy can't immediately destroy: Kadabra. I figure the best way to combat them is with Mycoboss, though I was worried that Kadabra might get the W anyway because of their raw Special. Surprisingly, Kadabra survives a Leech Life, so I move to finish them off with Cut. Kadabra Recovers though, so after the Cut hits I follow it up with another Leech Life. Kadabra down. Thanks to the big heals from these moves, Mycoboss was able to survive a Psychic and a Psybeam.

Finally, it's time for Jolteon. You all know how this is going to go.

Prinzessin. Earthquake. Jolteon faints in one attack. To make matters worse for Gary's ace Pokémon, they managed to get off a Pin Missile against Prinzessin, which is super effective against her, and it barely did anything. This confirms that even though Jolteon is guaranteed to outspeed my counter pick, there's nothing they can do that's even remotely threatening to Prinzessin.

So yeah. Given that I swept 2/3rds of his entire team with a single Pokémon and the rest proved to be no greater challenge, I would say Gary is no longer someone I need to worry about.

Victory Road, for real this time

Victory Road consists of a brief route where you can find a few different wild Pokémon and a cave dungeon where Moltres can be found, which you must solve a boulder puzzle to traverse. The Pokémon found outside the cave are almost all above level 40, which makes them decent to train on. I'll be coming back to them later. There are otherwise no trainers in this area.

The cave is a much more complex and difficult sequence as you must figure out how to get through while being bombarded with Geodude and facing trainers with fully evolved Pokémon. Well, I could have dealt with the belligerent wild Pokémon if I used some Repels, but why pass up the opportunity to gain some free EXP for Ominous and Holy?

There are also a shit ton of items in this dungeon. Several TMs, most of which you can already buy so I'm not sure why they bothered, and other assorted consumables. I had to get my storage sorted out yet again and ended up making multiple trips to the dungeon, restocking and getting my Pokémon healed. I taught Prinzessin Fire Blast just to free up space, which wasn't a bad idea anyway since Water Gun had outlived its usefulness on her and having a powerful Fire move gives me a little extra type coverage. Or the ability to KO Pokémon with raw power, as I've learned. Also used the TM for Softboiled on the Chansey I caught, since they're the only Pokémon who can even learn it.

The battle with Moltres was... annoying. Mycoboss is too slow and can't survive more than a turn against the legendary bird, so Spore was effectively useless as a means of disabling them. I went for the good ol' Body Slam Paralyze strat once again, which did work but man did it suck. Ominous did a great job of tanking Moltres' attacks while I spammed Ultra Balls. This motherfucker literally ate every single Ultra Ball I had. All 18 of them. In honor of them being such a brat, I named them Bratwurst.

For the rest of the cave, I had fun decimating the teams of every trainer who challenged me. I encountered a couple Machoke during my time in the dungeon, which I would have caught if Moltres hadn't been a little bitch and I had remembered to replenish my supply before returning after a trip to the Pokémon Center. Eventually I made my way out to Indigo Plateau, the site of the Pokémon League, where the final battle will take place.

But not yet. I want to do some grinding first. I got sorted at the Pokémon Center and then got straight to training. A few hours of grinding later, my entire team is level 50, which I figure should be enough to carry me all the way through the battle for the championship. I know that the Pokémon I'll be facing are stronger than that, but frankly, I doubt that it matters. Constantly being at a level deficit certainly didn't stop me from laughing off Gary's notion of using me as a warm-up. Even if his Jolteon is 10 levels higher than my Prinzessin, it won't stop me from one-shotting them once again.

I'm more concerned with the Elite Four, to some extent. I didn't look into what Pokémon they had too much, as I'd rather it be a surprise, but I know that they specialize in types much like Gym Leaders. One of them uses Ice types and another uses Dragon types. Too bad there are no pure Ice types in Generation I, otherwise the Ice user's Pokémon might stand a chance against Holy. And Dragon is weak to Ice, which Holy also has more than covered. I'm starting to think that Lapras may be a little OP. My Lapras has a favorable match-up against other Lapras for fuck's sake.

Well, we'll have to see if the Elite Four are really all that tomorrow. As I understand it, you're forced to fight them all back to back with no opportunity for a Pokémon Center trip in between. But that's just a matter of having enough items for the job. Status heals, Hyper Potions, Lemonades and Fresh Waters, Revives, and maybe Elixirs if I need them. I'll just make sure that I'm prepared for every situation and that I have the ability to heal my Pokémon to full as many times as necessary.

[lew1s-moved]

i am kinda sad

[the-prince-of-professors]

Thinking back and it’s like... BBC Sherlock was like my stormy intense romance who I thought I was in love with and who ended with a bitter aftertaste, but who introduced me to someone who turned out to be one of my best friends (canon Holmes & Watson + other adaptations), and who in their turn introduced me to who actually turned out to be the frickin love of my life (Raffles & Bunny). Now I’m happily married. 

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

have so many fic ideas that run thru my head all my time but im always either too tired, too busy, or too unmotivated ugh...

just got a great idea for a sort of smutty fic with marius where it's just both of yall talking mad shit but unable to keep your hands off one another, but i just can't find it in me to write it bc im so so exhausted rn and it's been a hell of a week

but yeah i blame having 5sos' Teeth on loop <3

[sardonic-sprite]

For funsies Imma just answer all the questions 😝 Also, Q, I'll get to your asks as soon as I can!

Don't exactly get the phrasing of this question, but I guess what I'm proud of with my writing would be that I've been able to overcome blocks more often lately

Not quite "outlining" but improving my direction. Having a sense of where I'm gonna take a story rather than hang on for dear life as it drags me around.

I assume this means new chapter on a fic that was a one shot? Basically I figure out what makes having it a one-shot dissatisfying and then decide what openings were left in the story to fix that

Every time I open the doc, I read the fic through from the beginning (or beginning of the chunk/scene I'm going to continue) and flag or change things as I see them. Rinse and repeat.

Alfred. He's fucking hard. Jason's easy though. Like, frighteningly so. Damian is also pretty easy, but I don't naturally choose him very often.

So often this happens when I've written a line or an exchange that I find really funny or powerful, but just can't figure out where to go next. I try to cling to everything on the page and it messes me up, because while it might be fun, it doesn't actually work practically in the story.

I consider if I can move those lines to another place in the story or to another story entirely. Then I consider, regardless of where I could put them, can I delete them from right here? Usually I can, and I go back up a few paragraphs from the gap and start over.

So I took a deep dive into novel advice for my manuscript which I NEED to get back to but it's just so nebulous and daunting... 😭 Anyway, what's really stuck with me is character over plot. I can have the coolest series of events, but it will be meaningless unless my characters (or DC's but whatever) grow and change (or stay true to themselves despite strain).

Dialogue, no question. It is the single most common compliment I receive, and it's also just super fun!

Hmmmm. Maybe how sporadic it is. I'll obsess over a work for some short period of time then drop it completely for like 3 months while I attend to other works. I feel like, if I'd started the prose, it makes the work disjointed. But alas, I've tried to force myself to complete one work before moving on, but it just gets me frustrated and stuck.

So until like, eh, a month ago, I didn't. Now what I seem to do with short fics is take my idea and just start writing a ways, until I get to a point where I'm halfway stuck. Then I scribble notes about what WILL happen, as a guideline for me to go in later and turn those lines into actual prose. For long fics it's very similar... actually it might be the same.

So my current story is like, 10 simultaneously. The ones I'm cowriting are inspired by my cowriters. Another one was inspired by my own stress and yet another by "bane" bc I needed the fluff. My inspiration comes from all sorts of places

Fight scenes lmao. It's really difficult for me to picture people and spaces let alone actions. I have to stop and try to run blocky mental animation to know what people are doing, then translate it to words, then go reassure myself that the words aren't too clunky and don't disrupt the pacing of a fight. Also, some concepts I come up with. Young, Innocent, and Righteous is one, and the last June of Doom fic is another. I know that things I do in them either aren't MY usual or aren't a general taste, so I worry sometimes about how they'll be received.

Hmmm. I mean specific lines in specific stories sometimes, but it's not as though there's a thematic Thing I always do that I want people to notice.

Hmmmmmm. My word choice I think is most often influenced by my narrator. Damian uses bigger or older words, because he wants to seem more mature, and was raised to be highly formal. Bruce uses adult words too, but not to the level of Damian, because his sophistication is natural, not for show. Jason gets big words sometimes, but he also gets slang and cusses, because he's a literarure-loving Alley brat (affectionate). Examples below 😊

Yes. I've finally broken through a wall on the ages-old requested fics, but I'm also spazzing because June is almost over and I spent so long finishing the challenge I don't have much else prepared. I'm proud of finishing the challenge, but also overloaded because I have SO MANY ideas and not as much time as I thought to write them. And then there's the manuscript looming over me that I poke at with a stick then run away from

So I go through moods of reading and writing, and when I'm doing one frequently, I'm hardly touching the other. However, if I'm writing and get stuck or hesitant, but what I'm working on matches the vibe of something I've read, I run and find that fic to springboard off of it

Hmmm. I don't pay that much attention to this, honestly. Someone told me recently that she was surprised and proud of how I took really ugly emotions like guilt and regret and grief and actually explored them in "big brother" because humans generally don't want to deal with those feelings. But I didn't think I was doing that conciously while I wrote

I've been an envysparkler fangirl for a long time. Her Jason and Tim works really got me hooked on the batfam, and give me lots of feels and inspiration. But I also admire the people I write with now, for their passion and love for the characters and stories

The absolute randomest times I swear. I'll be in the middle of something and get an idea and be like Oh shit theres another one now 😂

Narrator/word choice examples:

Here's bruce in "bane": (cw for referenced sexual assault)

Thirty seconds of silence followed Tim’s explanation. A massive portion of Bruce’s terror corroded into disgust and horror as he imagined – tried not to imagine – a faceless, eons-old woman forcing herself on his teenage son.

Words like "portion" "corroded" "eons" and the phrase "forcing herself on" aren't what the general population would use, but neither are they words that make general audiences pull out a dictionary. Bruce isn't forcing his education in your face, but it is noticeable

Here's Damian in a WIP:

The goal of the contest was to win ten consecutive victories, and thereby freedom for your party. Damian understood that the Ghavka-La, their extraterrestrial captors, thought that desperation to save loved ones' lives would make their competitors fight more brutally – more entertaingly – but in his observance, it just froze them stiff and made them easy prey for the trained champions.

Words like "consecutive" "thereby" "extraterrestrial" "observance" you might not actually need a dictionary for, but they don’t flow like typical thoughts. They're older and have more syllables. Damian's grammar is also more formal and complex. He wants you to think he's sophisticated, and you can't help but notice.

And finally, here's an upscale Jason in the last June fic:

And on he went, cobbling together the most hobbit-hole-like picture he could for them all: warm, cozy, and full of good things. Whatever he had memorized of Tolkien's words, he used, and filled in other lore with as good a mimicry of the prose as he could manage, making gentle references to the kids and things they knew of, trying to welcome them into a world where Dark things were fated to have a final end

"Cobbling' "mimicry" "prose" are pretty rare words, and the grammar and flow are highly prosaic as well. Not to mention the actual literature references, so Jason's very much lining up with bruce and damian here. Right now he wants to be seen as comforting, so he takes on a friendly storyteller vibe, informed by the stories HE loves.

But now here's the contrast, which is also 100% all-natural jason todd: (cw for referenced harm to a minor)

Jason wanted to cry. Or vomit. Or scream, or most of all rip the bars apart, get his hands on a weapon and finish the goddamn job he’d started (failed, hissed his mind) and kill everyone who could hurt a tiny four-year-old with a goddamn bow on her shirt so badly that the sight of any adult caused her to panic.

"Goddamn" twice in one sentence lol, accompanied by violent thoughts. This is someone who's seen ugly things and doesn't much care to mince his words. Worth noting that my jason swears much more when he's angry or emotionally charged, and usually for emphasis. He wants to unleash his anger ao there's the words. However, the very next paragraph...:

But he forced down that rage, because he knew even his most righteous anger was violent, and violence was not going to help him reassure these kids that the last thing he’d ever do was hurt them

The cussing is gone. We've gone from "rip" and "kill" to just vague and higher brow "violence" and while we aren't storytelling, we're in a pretty normal-sounding range of expression.

So basically, Bruce sounds like an educated adult in any circumstance and doesn't pay attention to that, Damian sounds like an English-language overacheiver in any circumstance and likes that, and Jason is a linguistic chameleon, changing vocabulary and syntax based on what's around him.

Since this has been a hella long tangent anyway, here's a fun fact: when I was younger I was Damian and I had to actually work on toning it down with a speech therapist (among other things) and now I'm Jason 😁

WRITER ASKS

Thanks for the tag @liiilyevans! I do love an ask game.

What are you most proud of your writing right now?

Is there something you're specifically working on to improve your writing?

What is your process for going about writing a new chapter?

Describe your editing process.

Is there a character's voice that you struggle with? What about one you find easy to write?

Where you do find yourself "hung up" while writing?

What methods do you use to get out of "hang ups" while writing?

What piece of advice did you hear/read recently that's been helping you to improve your writing?

What do you feel that you are naturally talented with in terms of creative writing?

Do you have any personal pet peeves about your writing that you're working to change?

How do you plan out your story writing process? For chapters and/or the entire story?

Who/what is your greatest inspiration for your current story?

Do you have anything you are self-conscious about in your writing?

Is there something you wish readers would pick up on more in your stories?

Talk to me about how you go about word choice. Do you have an example of your writing that you're particularly proud of clever word choice?

Where are you currently at in your writing mindset? Frustrated? Excited? Focused? Other?

How do you use reading material to help you with your own writing?

Are there emotions that come to you easily while writing? Or ones that are difficult for you to describe?

Who is another author (fanfic or otherwise) that you admire? Why?

When do you get most of your ideas and inspiration for writing?

(Never pressure) tags: @merlinsbbeard @charmsandtealeaves @kay-elle-cee @athenasparrow @quotidian-oblivion @jfleamont @itsjamespotter

[thecontumacious]

"He's gone, come over!"

a/n: now because i accidentally deleted 🌹 anon's ask, they basically asked for luxiem w/ this trend from tiktok. i hope you're seeing this okay anon! ^^ warning: slightly suggestive!

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

as you finally see vox pull out of the driveway, you quickly open your texts and send him the appropriate message

the second you sent it, vox has already read it and the car outside stopped in the middle of the street. it was luckily early morning so no one was really around to drive

you begin to laugh when you see him back the car into the driveway once again and immediately exit

he sees you through the window. he sends you a smirk

eh?

did he know?

your heart sinks to the ground, but at the same time you feel somewhat excited

vox rushes inside the house again and not a moment too soon, he's opening the bedroom door with a look you couldn't decipher. it scared you tbh but--

"so, care to tell me why you intend to make me jealous this early in the morning, dear?" though he claims he's jealous, the expression plastered onto his face says otherwise

your instincts tell you that he's only doing this to tease you--the fact he was literally just leaning against the doorway, arms crossed while smirking really perceives that

you could've retaliated, you could've deflected, you could've taken more charge

but you let the demon they call vox overpower you anyway

so effortlessly too

he approaches you and easily traps you against the bed with his arms, the smirk not ceasing for even a moment

he taps your chin, "well? are you going to answer me?"

"we-well i..."

you had a plan you swear. but vox just decided to throw that out the window

your eyes end up avoiding his, flustered

vox chuckles to his delight as he grabbed you by your chin to face him once more. this time, his expression seemed darker and you worry for your fate of today

"if you're going to prank me, you have to execute it correctly, love," he whispers, his eyelids lowering and lips just a few milimeters away

see, he knew it was just a joke

yet here he was, acting like he'd fallen for it just a few minutes ago

he curls his arm around your waist and his breath is now against your ear, sending a ripple of shivers down your back

"payback time," vox grins, shifting to your neck as his lips grazed on the skin. goosebumps raise and so does your heartbeat rate

he places soft, lingering kisses all over you collarbone and neck with such expertise. so much passion, but not too much where you're subconsciously begging for more

exactly how vox wanted you, so he lets go at the last minute

you let out an unwilling whine, fingers chasing after vox when you miss his presence

the demon coos satisfactorily, much to your dismay, "awe, someone needy this morning? my, my."

this was supposed to be a prank on him how did it turn on you

you pout at him, "vox..."

he cocks his head to the side, taunting, "yes?"

you've always wondered why you put up with his antics, then again it's why you fell in love with him in the first place. you groan, pride far too bruised to admit anything at this point

so vox leans in and pecks the top of your head before slipping away again with a huge grin on his infuriatingly handsome face. "i'll see to this matter finished after i return, yes?"

with nothing else to say (and definitely not complaining), you bite your lip and nod at his words, earning a smile of approval from your lover

"good. now behave for me, love. i'll see you in a bit," vox winks and he's out the door again.

who knows what he might have up his sleeve when he comes home later

other boys utc!

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

just as mysta was about to back out from the driveway, you press send and merely sit and watch for his reaction

from the window, you could see him pause to look at your text and the look of horror on his face upon reading it. he immediately steps on the brakes and fumbles around before finally getting out of the car

mysta comically stomps his way back into the house with his phone displaying your most recent text, face flushed and utterly confused

"babe???" he calls out, turning to you who seemed to be casually scrolling through your phone

you throw him an innocent smile, "oh, hey mysta! i thought you were gonna head out?"

his eye twitches before shoving his phone into your hands, the tone of his voice high, "yeah, until i saw this."

you pretend to be looking and let out a gasp, widening your eyes, "oh shit, that wasn't supposed to be for you, mysta..."

"HUH?" he looks at you as though you just grew a second head, fairly taken aback and surprisingly absorbing in your act pretty easily

sigh this poor man

"then who the fuck was it for????" he seemed mad? but also sad? and confused and still pretty shocked? it was comedic really

it became harder to hold back your laughter every time mysta said something

"hey! answer meeeee," mysta resorts to tugging on your sleeve, his lip curling out as he begs with his eyes. that was when you couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing in the next second

"hey, what's so funny, huh??"

"you, mysta. you're funny," you respond, giggling as he pouted even more. you gently took his face into your hands, squishing his cheeks as you place a chaste kiss on his lips as a preliminary apology gift. "i'm sorry, baby. it's just a prank."

"so no one's actually coming over?" mysta asks plainly

you nod, "yes. no one is coming over, love. i promise."

"hmph," the detective then places his head onto your lap, the need for the morning errand disappearing the longer he stayed there.

you pat his hair, "didn't you say you were going to run an errand?"

he mumbles, "i can do it later. i still haven't forgiven you for pranking me."

you can only laugh at what he says, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "i'm sorry baby. is there something i can do to make it up to you then?"

but he's oddly quiet and you start to worry

"mysta?"

said man raises his head and properly looks you in the eye. and there's a very genuine frown on his face

something sharp pokes at your chest and you begin to ask yourself if it was because of the supposedly harmless prank

"i was really worried for a second you were seeing someone besides me," he admits, looking away

oh shit

you sometimes do forget that mysta is not a complete clown. he's not always about fun and games. there are certain times where he really looks down on himself like this and you regret to have ever sent that text to him

you immediately bring him into your hold, whispering, "baby, i'm so, so sorry. i didn't mean it. i promise. you know i love you so much right? i would never think about being with someone else when i have you."

mysta hums, burying his face into your neck. "payback is a bitch huh?"

"wait huh??"

you feel the vibration of his chuckle against your skin and you realize that he had turn the tables on you

"mysta!" you hit his back lightly and he pulls away to pinch your pink cheeks

"how the turntables, eh?" he wiggles his eyebrows. but after a while, he holds your face and kisses you. "but thank you for saying that. it made me feel better. and i love you too."

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

luca makes it into the car and puts the key into the ignition. so you hurriedly take out your phone and type away the intended text, now all there is to wait for his response

boss ❤️ : is a friend coming over, babe?

and while his car did indeed stop, it didn't look like he was going to exit anytime soon

your heart deflates at the lack of response (and quite frankly how oblivious this man can be when it came to these things)

but how could you blame him for being incredibly trusting of you like this?

when you don't respond for a few minutes, your phone begins to vibrate and you realize that luca now is calling you--

"he-hello? luca?" you stutter through the line

"sorry if i scared you, honey! but about that text," he began, seemingly leaning into the car seat as far as you could see. "it sounds like i'm not supposed to know someone is coming over. something up, babe?"

you drag a hand over your face, "it's nothing baby, forget i sent that okay?"

"huh? wait no."

you hear him shift around the car and the door opening. you look out the window and see the mafia boss making his way back up into the mansion

seriously, this guy goes back inside in a hurry not because you sent a suspicious text but because you said 'never mind'

that's luca kaneshiro for you, i guess

you actually don't know what you had just put yourself into. how could you even thought that this type of prank would work on someone like luca anyway?

today was just not it huh

in a matter of minutes, the bedroom door opens and there's luca panting from jogging his way back over here

he cocks his eyebrow at you and you simply wave at him sheepishly

"do you wanna tell me what's going on, y/n?" luca inquires, taking a seat next to you

this entire time he'd been making his way up, you were desperately trying to find an explanation to give to him but in the end, as luca smiles at you innocently you don't have the heart to keep up the act

you whine, looking away while you crossed your arms, "it didn't work."

"what didn't work?"

"that text i sent you lucaaaa," you tug on his sleeve, causing him to laugh. "it was supposed to be a prank. like, make you worry that i was inviting someone else over. but you being you, it didn't work."

"oh you silly thing," luca continues to snicker at you

not only did the prank not work, now you're the butt of the joke all because of his plain innocence

"even if it was real though, i definitely would have thought you were just inviting a friend over or something without me knowing," he shrugs and this somehow infuriates you more

but you smile through it, sighing as there was not much hope left for the prank to go on

"ah, forget it, luca."

"were you trying to make me jealous?"

you turn to him and on luca kaneshiro's face is an expression you barely see. a devious smirk and an unspoken intention under that seemingly innocent face of his

he suddenly has you lying on your back, face hovering just a couple inches above you

luca's finger traces against your jaw while he smiles, "you're going to have to try harder, honey~"

what is going on who the heck is this

"lu-luca..."

your face is a thousand different shades of red and while you're usually rly composed and the one making luca shy, he has you wrapped around his finger

he leans down and places a kiss on your lips, but just as you're about to return the gesture, he pulls away quickly and gets off the bed

"luca?" you call out

"sorry, babe, i still gotta go!" he hangs his coat over his wide shoulders and heads for the door, having the audacity to leave you hanging

when you don't say anything, luca turns around and winks at you, "next time okay?"

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

for a bit of backstory, you were slightly scared to even execute the prank but since you barely do any on ike anyway, you wanted to see his reaction for once

so as soon as he was about to drive into the main road, you quickly hit send and anxiously await his reaction

you see his phone light up and he pauses to check for a second

it only takes him the next second to roll down the window and look at you

you flinch and without much thinking, you decide to just wave at him innocently

ike frowns at you, looking back between you and his phone, seemingly weighing his options at the moment

ike eveland was a straightforward man most times so to see him flustered over a decision like this was definitely something worth seeing every once and a while

you might get your ass kicked later but it's fine~

you giggle when ike visibly gets irritated and decides to park his car again, exiting once it was in the right spot

the door blasts open and there is ike with a face of mixed emotions, mainly being confusion and suspicion of your most recent text

"sorry, what's going on?" he asks, approaching you

you cock your head to the side, "what do you mean? and why are you back?"

ike raises an eyebrow at you.

he was perceptive like that. it was only a matter of time before he knows something is up

"you're hiding something from me, aren't you?" taking a seat across you, his golden eyes begin to search you up and down and you can't help but feel a bit uneasy

"i don't know what you mean, ike," you deny while smiling. "but seriously, did you forget something?"

he stares at you for a few seconds before letting out a small chuckle, leaning his head sideways. "you know what? i think i did. what was it...?"

ike puts a hand to his chin, then he looks at you with a bright light in his eyes. he comes forward and kisses your nose before standing up again for the door.

you sit there, baffled by the sudden gesture of affection.

ike laughs, "that. i forgot that. i'll be back soon, sweetheart."

then he leaves. as though he really did just forget to give you a goodbye kiss.

huh

you tap your nose where he pecked you and begin to contemplate whether that was considered a fail. he did give you a reaction, but as you kept acting like it was nothing, he... bought it?

quite underwhelming

your phone suddenly rings, which makes you jump as you had been too deep in thought. you went to pick it up and see it's from ike?

"he--"

"hi mom! sorry to bother you, but do you still have grandma's/grandpa's wedding ring?"

huh????

you don't say anything, your brain frazzled from what ike had just said. wait, he was meant to call his mother! you should tell him that--

"i've been thinking about it... you know, marrying y/n soon. and grandma/grandpa always liked to tell you to give their wedding ring to me one day. so, i wanted to know if i could pick it up from your house now."

HUH

"u-um, ike?" you stammer, holding the phone a bit too loosely as it was about to fall. you have so much to say but you don't know how to

was he going to propose to you soon? was that why he wanted to leave the house?????

"oh, älskling! sorry! you weren't supposed to hear that!" ike frantically says through the phone.

"well--ike--"

but then he begins to laugh uncontrollably, leaving you confused. it only clicks to you what is happening

"oh my fucking god, ike eveland! that was so not funny! and here i thought you were actually going to propose to me," you frown, heart deflating just a bit at the thought of it. though it meant to be a joke, you couldn't help but think it was a bit disappointing...

"but älskling, i do want to marry you someday," ike interjects, his voice dripping with honey. "and i promised my mother i'd use my grandmother's wedding ring too. it may not be today, sweetheart, but it will happen. i just wanted to get payback."

sweetest payback you've ever gotten...

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

when shu is about to walk towards the bus stop, he gets a text from you. a suspicious one at that.

you on the other hand were sneakily watching him from the window waiting for his reaction on the text

but what you don't expect is a call from the sorcerer, which makes you jump and panic because this was not one of the outcomes the internet had told you about

you hesitantly pick up, bringing the phone to your ear

"hello? shu?" you call out

"baby, is someone coming over?" he asks plainly.

this would've been the desired reaction from an average standing point, but shu definitely didn't sound worried or the least bit suspicious

"wh-what do you mean?" you stutter, laughing nervously

"the text you sent me...? why are you hiding this from me?" it's only then he begins to sound worried. he walks a bit to the side so he isn't in the way of anyone on the sidewalk. "you know you don't have to hide anything from me, right? as long as it's not any shady person off the street you're inviting over, i have no problem with it."

how could you pull a prank like this on someone like shu, huh?

he's known to be a very chill boyfriend so you figured that he probably wouldn't get jealous much

you also know that shu puts a huge trust in you

besides, he's got himself a handful of friends of both male and female, it wouldn't be fair to you if he restricted you from meeting your own friends

"o-oh, um, yeah... sure," you answer awkwardly.

"hm? you okay?"

you shake your head by reflex, but you remember you're on a call. "yeah, dandy. you go on ahead then shu. i'll see you later."

"now hold on, now i know something is up. babe, what are you not telling me?"

always sees right through you...

"it's nothing, shu. i promise," you laugh nervously, itching to find an excuse to just close the phone already. but seeing as shu is already hot on your tails, noticing how you get even more anxious by the second, there was no way he was gonna let you go so easily

he hums, "the fact you say it's nothing makes it look more like something."

see?

"did you accidentally set off a curse or something? come on, just spit it out so we can deal with it sooner, y/n."

it technically is a curse that you casted upon yourself really

when you don't answer for a few seconds, you hear shu starting to move again. through the window, you see him walking back towards the house.

"alright, i'm coming back. i can run that errand later," he says and before you could say anything else (not like it would help anyway), he closes the line

in a matter of minutes, shu is already opening the door and looking at you expectantly, "so? what's the curse?"

you sigh, "it's not anything like that, shu, i promise. it's just um..."

then you refuse to look him in the eye, more so because of how flustered you are.

footsteps head towards you and shu appears in your vision, crouched down so he could see your face. he smiles at you once, which makes you shy

"yeah?" he beckons you to continue.

"the text i sent was supposed to be a prank!" you say quickly, but shu catches your words just fine as he laughs gently. you curl a lip at him. "i told you it was nothing..."

"nah, it's pretty cute of you to even try a prank like that on me. was that supposed to make me panic or jealous?" he asks you

"i just wanted to know how'd you react is all... but yeah, most of the results suggest they'd be jealous," you bit your lip. shu raises an eyebrow at you and he suddenly comes closer by leaning up against you between your legs

with his nose just a few inches away from you, you involuntarily gulp

"and if i did get jealous, what would you have expected me to do, cutie?" he smirks, tapping your leg

"i-i don't know!" you deny

he laughs again, pressing a kiss to the edge of your lips. "you really are so cute. i can see why you wanted to try that prank. try a bit harder next time."

Masterlist!

[lol-despair]

Also one of my lecturers thought I didn't actually go to the college last week

[itscominghome]

More Than Anything

Requested by: @lottievieira27

Summary: You moved over to London from your home in Brazil to get sports physiotherapy experience with Chelsea FC. Your visit made permanent when you meet your now boyfriend, Kepa Arrizabalaga. After living there for two years, you decide it's time to go back home and see your family for Christmas. And this time, Kepa comes with you.

Based at Christmas 2021

Notes: This whole request was completely deleted from my drafts for some reason. The anguish I went through whilst rewriting half of this was insane, so I'm sorry if there are mistakes and typos or the writing is sloppy.

"Kep?" I call out as I see my boyfriend walk past the living room door.

"Yes, mi amor?" he replies, taking a few steps back and popping his head around the doorframe.

"So, you know how I'm going back to Brazil for Christmas," he nods his head, "well, I was thinking-"

"Oh, that's a dangerous thing," Kepa replies with a smirk, I glare at him, feigning offence.

"Anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. Would you want to come with me and meet my family?" Kepa's face lights up.

"Really!? Yeah! Of course I'll to come with you!"

So, that's how, a month later, we were both on a plane, on our way to Rio. My head was rested his shoulder and his head on mine. We were both woken up by the bumps of the runway and my excitement only intensified. Both excited to see my family again, and to introduce them to my boyfriend.

The entire walk to my parents was spent with my hand tightly intertwined with Kepa's. The cold causing us to huddle together as we walk for warmth. Kepa and I had been together for just over a year now. We'd met at Chelsea, where I was getting work experience for sports physiotherapy and at his first session with me, we had completely hit it off. I was decently close with all of the Chelsea team, but me and him, we just had that extra bit of chemistry. That better connection. So when Covid had hit and the country went into lockdown, we'd agreed to live together so neither of us were alone. And within three months, things just slotted into place. It had all been in the public eye from quite early on. Kepa is quite territorial, wanting everyone to know I was his, though he knew it didn't stop the lingering looks from guys at parties. The press and Chelsea fans didn't originally agree with our relationship, claiming it to be unprofessional having a player and a physiotherapist together from the same team. Tuchel had no problem with it though, so we continued. After a few months the press and fans had changed their mind on our relationship, enjoying how open we were about being together and loving all the cutesy content they would receive.

I had met Kepa's family in the Christmas of 2020 and I loved every second of my time spent over in Spain. His mum and I had gotten on very well, her telling me as we cooked dinner one night that she thought I was 'the best thing that had ever happened to her son'. We had never talked about it directly, but of course I knew about the split held had from his long-term girlfriend of the time. She had told me how hard it had been for him and how much I'd helped him get his confidence back. Though, I know he'd done that all by himself, he just needed that little bit of a push.

Knock. Knock. Knock. The door had flung open almost immediately and I was greeted by both of my parents. My mum pulled me into a tight hug, as did my dad when she pulled away. After the greetings between myself and my parents, I began to introduce Kepa who was stood just out of sight.

"Mãe, pai, I have someone I'd like you to meet," I say as Kepa moves to stand by my side, "This is Kepa, my boyfriend," I finish with a sense of pride, smiling up at him. My face changes very quickly as he starts to speak Portugese.

"Ei, é muito bom finalmente conhecer vocês dois*," I stand there with a look of confusion, brows furrowed and nose scrunched up a little bit. He shakes my father's hand. My Mum is smiling widely, I always knew she would like Kepa, but I also knew that my Dad would need more convincing.

"É um prazer conhecê-lo também, nós ouvimos tudo sobre você" he replies.

"Yeah, I haven't quite got that far yet," Kepa laughs back as my mum pulls him into a hug, kissing both of his cheeks in greeting. After the initial introduction, we're invited in, engulfed by the warmth of the house.

"So, the most expensive goalkeeper in the world, eh?" My dad questions as we talk about Kepa's football career.

"Yes sir, but unfortunately I've been on the bench for a while, I had a bit of a knockback, but I'm getting better. And it's all because of your daughter," he replies, smiling fondly at me.

"I've not done anything really, it was all you, I've just been there to support you,"

"Yeah, and that's what I've needed, and you gave me it without second thought,"

After a few hours of talking, it was starting to get late and everyone was starting to get hungry.

"Y/N/N, can you come and help me prepare some food?" my Mum asks and of course I comply. Within maybe ten minutes, I have Kepa stood behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder, pressing a tender kiss to my lips occasionally. My mum gushes over it all as we continue to cook.

"Kep, babe, why don't you go back into the living room, have a beer with my Dad or something, talk about football?" He pouts a little bit, not wanting to leave my side, but does eventually go back into the other room, reluctantly.

"Your dad really likes him, you know?" My mum says with a smile, "So do I, he clearly loves you a lot." I smile at the ground almost shyly.

"He's good for you, and by the sounds of it, you're good for him. We've seen all the stuff the press has said. And The Sun, oh they just love to rip into your relationship even a year later, and you've stayed strong through it all. You're meant for one another. And me and your dad know that we aren't going to see you all the time anymore because you've found him, but we also understand that you've grown up and you leaving Brazil permanently to be with him, it is going to be one of the best decisions you'll ever make. He makes you so happy, and we can see that in the way you look at each other. He adores you."

After dinner, we had moved back into the living room, Kepa still sucking up and telling both me and my mum how delicious the food had been. I'd tried telling him how much my family already loved him, but his aim to please was too high. When we had sat back down, I cuddled up to my boyfriend on one of the couches, sat opposite my parents. Him and my dad were in deep conversation about his time at Chelsea, his life back in Spain, just making an effort to get to know each other, my Mum occasionally getting involved. My eyes started to get heavy, so I just let them slowly close. I don't know how long I had been asleep for, but when I woke back up, my head had been moved to Kepa's lap and his fingers ran softly through my hair. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, catching onto the current conversation going on whilst they thought I was asleep.

"Do you love her?" My Dad asks. And without missing a beat, Kepa replies.

"Mais do que nada*,"

*Ei, é muito bom finalmente conhecer vocês dois = Hey, it's nice to finally meet you both.

*Mais do que nada =

More than anything.