#gimme a name n its DONE

[liverpool-enjoyer]

i wasnt watching so idk who/what resulted in pablito getting hurt but i have a bat n trust i will be using it accordingly

[cupcakeinat0r]

Thinkin' abt DadBod!Miguel at the gym <3

You'd been going to the gym routinely, or at least trying to. You decided to go after working up the courage and convincing yourself that this was just for fun. That your body was your temple, and you were tending to it, no matter how it looked <3

The first week wasn't so bad. After embarrassingly tripping on equipment or accidentally dropping weights here and there, it was alright! Though at times, it was still difficult to stay consistent, until one day, you saw him.

Over on the other side of the gym, curling some dumbbells (100s, mind you), was a total 6-foot, thick, hairy dream of a man. You first noticed his chiseled face adorned by fine lines, locks of black hair framing it. With each draw of the weights, his biceps bulged. Beads of sweat trickled down his bulky chest and wide shoulders. When your eyes wander downward, you're surprised to not find washboard abs.

Oh no, what you find instead excites you even more than any pack of abs could offer you.

Your mouth waters slightly to find that his tank top has ridden up slightly over his hefty belly, graciously allowing a peek at a happy trail, its path sadly blocked by some basketball shorts (his cute bubble butt and giant dick print made up for it tho).

Despite his low, breathy grunts and intense crimson gaze towards his own reflection, he was making it look easy. You thought about how easy it'd probably be for him to carry you bride-style and throw you onto a bed before spreading your legs with those enormous hands so he could feast until your eyes crossed. Or how it'd be effortless for him to hold you tightly with your legs wrapped around that stocky midsection of his while he bullied his-

"'scuse me, you waiting for this bench?" a deep voice snaps you out of a daydream. You see the man is now looking at you with what looks like a knowing smirk. Fuck, he noticed you staring.

"Oh! N-no, was just looking for the 10s!" You blurt, evoking a velvety chuckle and dashing smile from him.

"Right over there." He motions with his chin toward the weight rack where the 10s are obviously displayed. After you thanked him, He smiled and nodded back to you, turning back toward the mirror to do his last set.

The second week felt like no problem. Instead of dragging yourself to the gym, you looked forward to it, scanning for your new gym crush every time you entered.

You'd feel a lil surge of happiness when you do find him there, feeling brave enough to exchange smiles and sometimes even little waves from across the gym. One time, the older man made you swoon when he winked at you upon entering the gym. After seeing your cute reaction, this would be how he greeted you every time.

The third week came You're at the squat rack, feeling stronger than usual, so you opt to go the heaviest you've ever gone. Big mistake. By the third rep, you fail to get back up, panicking and legs shaking. Just when you feel yourself start to fall, you see a pair of hands dart toward the bar from behind you, lifting it with ease and allowing you to stand back up. The bar is re-racked and you turn to find gym bae.

"You okay?" he gently prompts, a worried look on his face.

"Yes, thank you... think I might've gone too heavy." you nervously chuckle. He does as well, seeing that you're alright.

"Next time you go for a PR, you need to ask for a spotter, hun." He gives you that dashing smile again, his hands on his love handles.

"Yeah, I probably should've," you lower your head in defeat, "I didn't bring anyone with me though."

"You could've asked me," He says matter of factly as if it should've been obvious that he should be the one to spot you. "I would've done it with no problem, mama." His pet names make your womanhood pulse.

You look back up at him, your lips curled into a shy smile.

"C'mon, let's try again." "No, no, mama, I got that, I'll put it away for you." "Keep your knees like this-theeeere you go. "Gimme one more, mama, just one more, you can do it." "Atta girl! Good job, mamita."

You learned that his name is Miguel. He'd become your designated spotter on leg days, the sensation of his larger frame against yours making you nervous in the best way.

Your favorite is when his tummy accidentally brushes against your back, and borderline, your ass, and if not his tummy, it'd be his prominent bulge (which isn't there bc he gets to spot the adorable girl with an amazing ass from the gym... totally not that).

On the Fourth week, Miguel would ask you if you wanted to be workout buddies altogether. Of course, you accept, in which he asks for your number so like that, he can text you when he's going and vice versa.

It's the fifth week, and you both have worked out together a couple times already. Miguel texted you in the morning asking if you'd like to join him, which you were totally down for.

You two started with lateral pull-downs. Once it was your turn, you sat on the machine and reached for the handle, pulling it as you began your set.

Anytime you felt like you wanted advice or correction, Miguel eagerly helped you.

His hands would stay on your waist, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Mhm, there you go, you're doin' so good, mama." He praises in almost a whisper.

If only he knew he was making the exercise only harder. As if that weren't enough, his finger would occasionally message your hip. Your bodies were so close that you were able to hear each satisfied hum from his lips, suggesting you were doing the exercise right.

"Good girl, that was better. You feel it now?" He says, letting go to let you off the machine.

"Yeah, thank you! When it comes to upper body, I'll need all the help I can get. I'm just glad I’m getting it from an upper-body master." You flirtatiously add, playfully poking at one of his biceps.

This makes him blush, but only for a moment before he returns with a cocky response, "Thanks, hun. I'm glad to be working out with a leg-day goddess."

Now it was your turn to blush, except you didn't have any smart comeback, boosting Miguel's ego.

"Listen, let me treat you to smoothie after this, yeah?" He says it more like a statement than a request, and you happily oblige.

What you were expecting was a simple, cheap smoothie from a spot you usually go to, but instead, you're met with a drive-thru menu listing shakes from $20 and up. Oh he got moneyyyy.

Miguel tells you to pick any that looks good to you. He orders for himself and you as well, parking the car once the two of you get the smoothies.

As he sips from the cup, you take the opportunity to subtly glance at his figure, his muscles, how his pecs sit beautifully on top of his soft belly, his thighs constrained by the confines of his gym shorts. You think how badly you wanna sit there, grinding on the print 'til there was a wet spot-

"Something on your mind, mama?" You look back at him, taking a few seconds to register his words.

You hastily look back down at your drink and shake your head, “Nothing… thank you so much for this, it’s delicious!”

then he grabs the shoulder of your chair to lean toward you, “Of course, mama, but I don’t think you’re being completely truthful with me, hm?”

You look at him, playfully shaking your head again, knowing full well you’ve been caught.

“What’s in that pretty lil head of yours, hm? dime.” He puts the smoothie into the cup holder to free his other hand, placing it on your thigh, and softly squeezes it. “Just say the word, and you’ll get anything you want.”

Your lips curl slyly as you think of a response.

“Well… we never did cardio.”

Now you were here in his car, being bounced on his fat dick on the passenger seat, holding onto his his big shoulders for dear life. You were basically his fleshlight at this point… with those big hands.

You could feel his body now taut against yours, your tits bouncing relentlessly, his muscled, thick thighs below your ass, his balls slapping against your pussy lips, his bush tickling your clit, his pelvis pushing your ass up and his curved belly against your front side. It all was sending you into euphoria.

With you vigorously bouncing on his cock and his beautiful moaning, you fully let go. “Aw yes, Daddy,“ you mumbled without thinking.

In fact, you couldn’t think at all. All you knew was this fat cock and your pussy was memorizing all its veins and curves.

“Mmfuck baby, yea, say that again f’me”, he groaned through gritted teeth as he mercilessly bounced you down his painfully hard shaft.

“Please, Daddy, please!” You whined with your hands desperately seeking support on his big shoulders.

You can feel the sheet of sweat on his belly and on his thighs, which turned the smacking of your ass sound even more lewd.

“Fuck, say it again.” He growled, getting faster now.

“Mmmm, Daddy— Daddy, pleaseeee.”

“Louder, baby, c’mon—“

“UNGH DADDYYYY”

“Oh FUCK… you wanted cardio, baby, I’ll give you cardio… fuckin’ take it… coño.” Your panting became synchronized with every pound of his cock into your abused and bruised cunt, getting higher and higher in pitch, firing him up to go faster and harder.

“Gonna cum on this fat cock, right? Gonna cum f’me, mami?” He ordered, dropping octaves from his usual gentle tone with you.

“Mmmnn, Nnyesyyesyesyes—“ you babbled, the shakiness of your voice the result of the aggressive bouncing.

“Ah… carajo…” his cock accidentally slips out from your cunt, making you wince from the sudden empty sensation, “ungh!”

Holding up your ass, he takes a moment to admire the view, hissing from the sight of his angrily red cock and veins pulsing from your cunt sucking him in so deliciously. A ring of your cream erotically placed at the base of his length, just above his perfect bush. He guides his fat tip back to your dripping cunt using his thumb, pushing it back into your swollen folds.

He was back to ramming into your abused cunt in no time, chasing each others high’s.

“C’mon…fuck, c’mon, mama, you’re almost there…. Aw f-fuck… almost there…” he moans with his brows knitted and through a clenched jaw.

“Daddy I’m g’na— I’m cummingimcummingimcumming—“

“Aw, fuck, asi— asi mami— ah, ah…” Miguel holds back choked whines as he get closer, not allowing himself to let go until he knew you came first.

You speak in gibberish before crying into your climax, Miguel letting out a long, exasperated groan when he reaches his. You can feel his hot cum overfilling you, making you whine as it leaks down your thigh.

After draining himself completely, making sure every drop was in you, he gently pulls out, “Fuck… you did so good for me, mama… so good.”

Miguel lets you rest against his heaving chest and soft belly, rubbing your back as you caught your breath. You smiled a tired smile when you notice how hard Miguel is breathing as well, knowing you worked him out, too.

“You ok, mamita?” He plants a tender kiss on your shoulder, making a trail up your neck and finally to your forehead.

“Mhm,” you hum, you look up at him and are met with his plump, wet lips, tongues becoming entangled with each other as he groans into your mouth.

“I say… we do cardio like this every day.”

A/n: Haiii, I hope u liked it <3 Love my man sm <3 None of my gym baes could ever compare to himmmmm😭😭😭

@angel-of-the-moons Ty Ty Ty my luv for planting the seed in my head <3

Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!!

[monzabee]

the first monday in may – dr3

masterlist || part 1 ||

Summary: The one where you and Daniel make your first outing as a couple at this year's Met Gala.

Pairing: daniel ricciardo x actress!reader

Word Count: 4288

Warnings: cursing, mentions of anxiety and medication, apart from that none?? fluffity fluff fluff

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i wrote this on a train and a plane, so if you see any grammar issues or typos or a sentence which doesn’t make any sense, no you didn’t. after mr daniel blessing us with his met look, i just knew i had to write something for it, so i really hope you guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it! please know that feedback is always appreciated and my inbox is always open for you guys!! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

A loud groan leaves your lips at the sound of the alarm, your hand reaching out to get a hold of your phone, but accidentally hitting something someone else. Daniel groans as you repeatedly try to hit the snooze button on his chest, and he tries to stop you by grabbing your wrist which is moving too quickly for his morning reflexes. 

“Sweetheart– ow– Y/N,” he lets out a frustrated groan as he tries to turn away from you, “please stop hitting me.” 

Thankfully for him, you choose to listen to his request as you roll away from him in an attempt to cover your ears with your pillow. “Make it stop, Danny.” 

“Okay, just– gimme a second.” His voice is still thick from sleep, coming off more as a mumble than anything else, and his moves are sluggish as he reaches over you to turn off the alarm you’ve set the night before. “Here, done,” he breathes out as he lets himself fall back to his side of the bed, sideways, and breathy from moving quickly while still half-asleep. “Sweetheart, take your head out of there, you’re going to suffocate yourself.” Daniel mumbles, trying to coax you with this fingers leaving feathery touches on your arm and his lips leaving small kisses on the exposed skin of your neck. A lazy grin forms on his lips as you mumble something incoherent underneath your pillow, “I can’t understand you; you know.”

Your moves are almost jerky as you lift your head up and turn your body backwards to shoot him a sleepy glare, “I don’t want to wake up, let me sleep.” You go back to hugging your pillow as you close your eyes, your whiny voice making Daniel chuckle. “Stop laughing at me!”

“I can’t help it, you’re so grumpy in the mornings.” He continues to chuckle and proceed to sit up on the bed with his back against the headboard. “Pass me the phone?” 

“You’re evil,” you mumble, reaching to the bedside table to retrieve his phone and turn towards him to hand it, “what time is it anyway?”

Daniel turns the phone on, his eyes burning due to the brightness of the screen as he recites, “6.30.”

“What kind of a person, in their right mind, would want to wake up in this damn hour?” You groan, hand reaching out to touch him in any way possible. 

“You said you wanted to work out before all the commotion, sweetheart.” 

You can hear his smile through his voice, which makes you finally open your eyes in irritation – though all your grumpiness disappears when your eyes level with his thigh. Your fingers move without their own volition as they start tracing through the helmet design of his tattoo, “Don’t listen to me, I’m crazy.” 

“I thought I was the crazy one,” he reminds you, moving his eyes from the screen of his phone and flexing the muscles on his upper thigh to draw out an appreciative sigh from you, “eyes up here, Y/LN.” 

You push your bottom lip out in a pout as you meet his eyes. “You know how it makes me feel like when you call me by my last name.” 

“Your libido honestly concerns me.” He shakes his head, satisfied when he sees a small smile snaking its way on your lips, his voice is warm as he says, “Good morning, sweetheart.” 

Pressing a soft kiss to the skin of his upper thigh, which is exposed thanks to his habit of sleeping without pants. You keep your eyes on his as you straighten up and press another kiss to his lips, resting your chin against his shoulder afterwards. “Good morning to you too, honey.” 

He smiles, leaning down to give you a full bodied kiss which leaves you yearning for more; you seek him out as you follow his retreating form, which makes him smile wider as he gives into your wish. The kiss you share might be sweet starting out, but he knows better than to let you keep on going when you nip at his bottom lip. So, being the gentleman he is, he pulls back and rests his forehead against yours as he mumbles, “I take it back, you are very sweet in the mornings.” 

The giggle he hears back from you is enough for him to know that this is the window he needs to take advantage of to get you out of bed, knowing that there is absolutely no way you’ll actually work out this morning. He successfully coxes you out of bed with promises of breakfast and morning coffee, directing you to the en-suite attached to your bedroom to help you with your morning routine. He holds your hair as you brush your teeth when it makes you frustrated because of the way it keeps getting in front of your face, and he watches you as you wash and apply numerous products on your face; moisturiser, eye cream, sun screen, and even stays still as you apply some on his face because “You should be treating yourself, especially today, Danny.” You hug him from behind and rest your face against his back as he brushes his own teeth, rambling about the day ahead of both of you. He makes sure to put on sweatpants and a t-shirt before going downstairs with you into the kitchen to make you breakfast and coffee as he promised, not in that order. You sit on the counter next to his work station as sip on your coffee and watch him prepare breakfast; he sings an old eighties song in an awfully off pitch, which makes you smile into the cup and let him steal some of the coffee from it. The two of you have your breakfast against the view of New York City, which is starting to become more and more alive as the time goes on. 

“Are you excited for today?” He asks you, leaning against the back of the couch – the two of you are seated on the floor behind it to watch the city scape. 

“Honestly?” You take a pause to try to choose the right words. “The only reason I’m remotely excited about it is because I know you’re going to be there. Are you excited?” You nudge him with your shoulder as you give him a playful grin. “The Daniel Ricciardo is making his Met Gala debut; how does it feel to be a rookie again?”

“Ha-fucking-ha,” he mockingly laughs, rolling his eyes at the sound of your laugh getting louder with a small smile forming on his lips, “I am excited, and I think we’re both going to have a lovely night.” 

Your laughter continues as you poke him on his cheek repeatedly, making him join you as he starts laughing. “Look at you, being all optimistic and stuff.” 

He pulls you over his lap, which ends you half-way straddling his thighs as you rest your hands on his shirt clad chest. “I’m the personification of sunshine, and don’t you ever forget it.” 

The rest of the morning is spent with hushed whispers shared between you two, lazily cleaning up the kitchen to the sounds of an old record you found in your parents’ attic and took it back with you to your apartment in New York. Daniel still tries to keep up with the lyrics of the sound in his awfully off-pitched voice, claiming that he is not hearing what you claim would make “the Phantom of the Opera cry.” It’s an awfully domestic scene, a routine the two of you have been perfecting for a while since meeting each other, but it’s interrupted when the two of you hear the front door open, followed by a; “You better be awake and ready to go because I am not dealing with traffic today.” 

You smile knowingly at Daniel before calling out, “In the kitchen!” 

“Hi, Rosa, you want some coffee?” Daniel asks the woman, who enters into the kitchen with an angry look on her face. He gives you a peck on your forehead and moves towards the coffee machine without waiting for her answer, since he anticipates it’s going to be affirmative. 

“Oh, he’s good.” Rosa mumbles, pointing to the man who hands her the cup. 

The two of you share another laugh as Daniel returns to his position behind you, wrapping his arms around you. “Are you okay, Rosa?” You ask her as you try to get some of the pastries you had earlier ready for her. 

“People are particularly stupid this morning, it must be in the air.” Your assistant mutters as she digs into the croissant, sighing as she takes her first bite. “You are an angel; they should consider you for the Nobel prize at some point in the future.”

“The least I can do is feed you,” you shrug, jumping slightly when Daniel squeezes your waist ever so slightly as a reminder to take the compliment – you turn to give him a look which makes it very clear for him to see you rolling your eyes. “How many photographers are there downstairs?”

“I love it when she refers to them as photographers, don’t you?” Rosa asks Daniel, and then turns her attention to you to answer your question, “A lot, which is why I need you to go get dressed so we can be early for your last fitting.” 

You begrudgingly leave Daniel’s arms as you make your way towards the stairs and warning the two, “Do not gossip about me when I’m gone.” 

“Wouldn’t dare dream of it, sweetheart.” Daniel nods with fake seriousness, laughing as you roll your eyes at him and poke your tongue before running up the stairs to get ready. 

After managing to get ready in record time and making sure you have all the necessities for the day, you go back downstairs to say goodbye to your boyfriend for the day. There is a heavy look in his eyes as he cups your cheeks between his hands and tilts your head back to take a good look in your eyes. 

“Don’t forget to call me if you’re feeling overwhelmed, okay?” Daniel asks, which comes off more as an assurance rather than a question. “Do you have everything you need?” 

“I do, Danny.” You assure him, hands gripping the front of his shirt. “I’ll see you at the carpet, right?” 

“Yeah,” his whisper hitting your lips as he repeats, “I’ll see you at the carpet.” After he gives you a final sweet kiss on the lips, which is interrupted by Rosa screaming for you to be quick, there is a dopey grin on his lips as he watches you walk away. “Who are you going to be wearing, again?” He asks, leaning against the counter. 

You roll your eyes at his attempt to learn more about your dress – both of you having agreed not to show each other what you’re going to be dressed in just to enjoy the mystery of it all, you only know the designers both of you are going to be dressed in. “I’ll be the one in Chanel!” You call out to him as you walk out the door. 

It’s not that you hate getting ready, not at all. In fact, you love sitting in a chair for three consecutive hours without having to make any moves as the light is shining in your eye. You’re glad to endure the entire process with your team, though, who manage to make the time go faster by continuously talking to you and helping you take your mind off of the anxiety starting to form at the back of your mind. Not only do you have to get ready for one of the most publicly scrutinised events of the year, you’re going to be wearing a dress which you cannot, under any circumstances, spill something on or harm in any way – and the top it all off, your entire process of getting ready is being filmed for one of the most watched YouTube channels of the most famous fashion magazine. So yes, the anxiety you’re starting to feel is not displaced at all. 

The makeup-hair-nail extravaganza is interrupted by a delivery, which Rosa doesn’t allow you to go receive at the door in your robe, so while she handles the delivery, you’re stuck with three pairs of curious eyes.

“I wonder who it could be from.” Rosa smiles covertly as she hands you the flowers and the small package that is wrapped up in a bag. 

You try to appear cool in front of everyone – but fail miserably as you mumble, “I wouldn’t know, I haven’t read the card yet.” After placing the vase full of colourful flowers onto the table, you spot a card attached which you take off and hold it close to your chest in a playful manner as you read it out loud, “‘You’re my celebrity girl crush’”.

“Is that supposed to be an inside joke?” Mark whispers loudly to Rosa who’s standing next to him as he peruses his make-up bag to find the right colour for your blush. 

“Oh who cares?” Your hair artist, Miranda, sighs behind you. “He sent her flowers! Open the box, open the box.” 

You roll your eyes at their antics as you open the small box that was in the bag, revealing three thin gold bands, which are decorated by small diamonds. A gasp comes from the man next to you, who is shaking his head in approval as he points to the ring box. “Oh he’s good, they are gorgeous!”

“You know what they say,” you mumble, smiling softly, “all good things come in three’s.” 

Rosa gives you a mischievous look, “Isn’t Daniel’s driver’s number three, Y/N?” 

You can feel the blush coming onto your cheeks as you wave your assistant off and duck your head slightly to get away from the amused looks of your colleagues, “Stop it.” 

After hours of preparation and shooting, followed by the task of getting you into your dress for the evening (which involved lacing up a very stubborn corset) and a round of  “Should the hair be up or down”, you’re finally leave after completing the last touches of your look. You try your best at standing still as you let Miranda fasten the headpiece onto your hairdo, which she manages to complete pretty quickly. The trek to the car is chaotic to say the very least, but you manage to do your best as you walk through the doors of your hotel and smile at the flashing cameras and shouting fans while you walk to the van. Having to stand in the van in order not to damage the form of the dress you’re wearing, you think the worse part of the night is over – the only thing you have to do is meet Daniel on the carpet, pose, go up the stairs and enjoy the rest of the night; easy. Which is exactly why you end up close to losing your mind when the car suddenly stops moving. 

“Oh my god, please tell me we didn’t just stop in the middle of the road.” Rosa mumbles from her seat. 

You take a deep breath as you answer, “I’m sure we didn’t stop in the middle of the road–”

“There are protestors on the street, in front of the other car.” The driver replies from the front seat. 

“Wh-who’s in the car front?” You ask Rosa, confused, as she furiously types away on her phone. 

“Paris Hilton,” she mumbles, looking up at you, “I’m sure we’ll be there on time, just a bit delayed. I need you to keep calm, okay?”

The whine that leaves your lips has her looking at you worried, “I need– can you please give me my phone?” 

She hands you your phone from her bag per your request, watching you struggle with your phone. “Y/N, do you need to take your medicine? Just to calm your nerves down a little bit?” 

“No, they make me sleepy.” You mumble, finally finding his contact and calling him, “I’m fine I just need to tell Daniel.” 

“Sweetheart.” His voice filling your ears as you take a deep breath. “Oh my god, you didn’t tell me how crazy it was in here!”

The excitement in his voice is enough to calm some of your nerves, “Yeah, you’re having fun?” 

“Fun?” He exclaims, “I just saw Jared Leto come out of a cat suit, Y/N!”

“What?” You let out a breathy laughter, your eyes are on Rosa who is trying to talk to the driver. “That is crazy.”

“I know, I wish you were here to see it, too. Where are you anyway?” 

“I– I’m stuck.” You confess, hand gripping the seat you’ve been using as support tighter. 

“Stuck?” He asks, his voice conveying how confused he is. “Is everything okay? Where is Rosa?” 

“She is here, Danny, there are protestors on the street so it looks like I’m going to be late.” Your eyes keep watching the scene around you with you trying to see whether the people are moving as your voice wavers at the end. “Paris Hilton is also late though, so at least we’ll be fashionably late together.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Daniel coos, his voice sounding so soothing to you, “don’t worry, okay? I’ll just wait for you down here.” 

You let out a disagreeing hum. “They won’t let you; they need to have people move along so they can stick to the schedule.” 

“Then I’ll just wait for you at the top of the stairs,” Daniel announces, “Kris Jenner did it for her kids, didn’t she?”

“I– What– ” You scramble to put the words together, making Rosa frown at you. “How do you even know that?”

“You obviously doubt my ability to keep up with the Kardashians, sweetheart. Now breath for me, will you?” 

Daniel ends up staying with you on the phone until he is called up. You can tell he is hesitant to leave you, but you assure him that you’ll see him when you get there. Lucky for you, the crowd end up scattering and the car starts moving once again. You let out a relieved breath, but pray that no other complications arise until you make it to the Met. When the car stops again and Rosa informs you that you’ve made it to the location, you feel as if there is a big weight being lifted off your shoulders. You don’t even remember getting off the van and going inside or even stepping on to the carpet, but your short-lived dissociation is cut in half when you hear your name being shouted over and over again. You do your best to pose for every single camera even if the flashes are hurting your eyes once Rosa gently moves you along to help you onto the stairs, and you follow her as you pose for the las time looking over your shoulder with a wide smile – a pose you give every year, which the media dubbed as being yours and your mother manages to find new places to hang around the house after every year’s gala. You shoot Rosa a grateful look as she helps you move up the stairs by linking her arm with yours and lifting your dress for you to move more freely. 

You’re almost out of breath when you reach the top of the stairs, but there is a smile on your face as you hear, “We have another bride, ladies and gentleman, another one!” You look around to the source of the voice a loud laugh escaping you when you locate it. Emma hums the Wedding March as you make your way over to her, also singing, “Here comes the bride.”

“It’s so good to see you again!” You smile at her, quickly giving her a hug. “Three years in a row? I’m so proud of you!”

“Oh stop it, I’m never going to keep this gig if I blush on camera!” Emma laughs, pointing to your outfit. “Obviously, we have another Chanel Bride here, but what can you tell us about your look today?” 

“Well, it’s Bridal Chanel –  from my mother’s collection actually. She decided to buy this for me before I was even born, so than you mom,” you tip your head to the camera and lift your fingers up in a mock salute, “sorry for not wearing it for my actual wedding.” 

“Oh, no!” Emma gasps, “Was she angry with you for not saving it for your wedding?” 

“I don’t think so?” You wave her off, laughing as you assure her, “We were looking at different looks to pull from the archives, and I always ask her opinion on these things, actually she was the one suggested it.” 

She nods in understanding, smiling as she tips her microphone. “Well that’s a relief! What are your thoughts about this year’s theme for the Met Gala?”

You widen your eyes playfully, taking a moment to choose your words very wisely. “Yeah, I mean Karl was such a big influence in the fashion industry, but I think the important part about tonight’s theme is that creativity and fashion brings people together, and when people do come together beautiful things happen; that’s what I’m choosing to focus on.”

“That’s a beautiful way to put it actually,” Emma praises your answer, pointing to your hands as she asks, “And as a last question, what can you tell us about your jewellery? I mean I love all the bling you have on you right now.” 

That manages to pull another laugh out of you, and you show the camera your hands for a moment as you answer her question. “The necklace was a wedding gift from my father to my mother, which is why it makes it so special; I think. As for the rings, most of them are mine but my boyfriend got me the gold ones, so they are very special as well”

“Well, thank you for answering a few questions for us tonight, and I hope you have a wonderful night!”

Right as you turn back to leave after saying goodbye to Emma and her team, your eyes lock with a very familiar set of brown eyes. The breath is knocked out of your lungs when you take in his attire, your legs taking you to his waiting arms in no time. You can’t help the giggle sneaking out of your mouth as you look up to him with a wide smile to match the one on his own face, “I am sending Thom Browne a thank-you card, and a fruit basket.” 

“You like?” Daniel asks, raising a brow and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You let your fingers toy with the bowtie resting on his neck, “Oh, I love.” 

His voice is smug as he lowers his voice, “I’m glad, sweetheart.”

“You in tweed does something to me,” you mumble, hands going over to feel the fabric of his jacket, “and don’t even get me started on the damn bowtie.” 

“The bowtie is doing it for you?” Daniel laughs, and it is a full-bodied one where he throws his head back. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Do I look like I’m joking, honey?” You ask him in a deadpan voice. “I love this, I want you to wear this around the house, please.”

“Well, since you asked nicely.” Daniel nods. He takes your hands in his as he makes you twirl around for him to see your whole outfit, smiling at you boyishly when you face him again, “I was not expecting you to see you in a wedding dress when I woke up this morning.” 

“Well, it’s Chanel.” You emphasise what you’ve told him earlier this morning, which he responds to by attempting to tickle you by your waist through the corset of your dress. 

He tilts his head as he looks at you without any hint of joking, but his voice is the opposite as he asks, “Hey, you wanna get married after this?” 

“Yeah sure, can I still take you home tonight afterwards?” 

“You can always take me home, sweetheart.” He wiggles his eyebrows, pulling get another giggle from you. “Now, before we go inside and lose ourselves in all the food and the alcohol, is it going to ruin your makeup if I kiss you?” 

You raise your eyebrows as you playfully smile at him. “I might not make it through tonight if you don’t kiss me right now, honey.”

“Well, when you say it like that,” he murmurs, pulling you towards himself with the help of his hands on your waist, and capturing your lips in a long awaited kiss. His lips are unbelievably soft, you realise, as your eyes close and suddenly all you care about the man in your eyes. The camera flashes doesn’t slow down the way Daniel kisses you, it’s one of those kisses he gives you when the two of you see each other after it’s been a while. A groan rumbles from the back of your throat when he scrapes his teeth against your lower lip, the pad of his thumb and his pointer finger angling your chin to give him a better access. You can hear the smirk in his voice as he pulls away, leaving you chasing after his lips while they touch yours as he speaks in a low voice, “I told you; you shouldn’t have doubted my ability to keep up with the Kardashians.” 

You let out a breathy chuckle as you mumble, “Just kiss me, idiot,” and pull him in another kiss by his neck. 

[dwntwn-strnlo]

LOVELY nathan doe

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. locked in

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. nathan doe x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. request

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes . . . "hi! can you do like a really soft fluffy fic with nate? like maybe the reader has a bad day and he calms her down and they cuddle or something <3333" ( anonymous )

↳ 𝐂𝐖! mentions of breakdowns, use of 'y/n', pet names, kinda short

you almost dropped your keys as you tried unlocking the door, fumbling the metal in your fingers before you could fall to the floor in a dramatized breakdown.

finally getting the door opened, you step inside. the cool air washing you down as you escape the summer heat. you take in a deep, relaxing breath and set down your keys at the front table.

hearing your name called out, you perk up. if anything can get you through a hard day at work, its the sound of your boyfriends voice.

walking into the kitchen, you find nate sitting at the island with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

he smiles brightly up at you, "hi, baby."

softly returning his smile, you drop your purse on the island before your smile fades away again.

you watch as nate quirks a brow, "something wrong?" he asks, shoving a spoonful of lucky charms in his mouth.

"long day," you huff. sitting down at the island and dropping your arms and head on the countertop.

nate gently places his hand on the back of your neck, soothingly rubbing at your skin. "yeah?" the frown in his voice is evident. "what happened?"

turning your head to face him, you frown. "dunno."

truth is, you genuinely didn't even know. you just felt overly stressed and overwhelmed today. you struggled to get your work done, a pounding headache overdriving your brain.

"i'm sorry, baby," nathan cooed, leaning over and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

you shrugged, the overwhelming wave of sadness won't seem to flow away, and you felt terrible. sitting up, you run at your eyes. "i'm gonna go lay down."

nate hesitantly nodded, "gimme one sec' and i'll join you."

you hummed softly, walking into the bedroom and changing out of your work clothes. by the time your done nathan came walking in, closing the door behind him.

he puts his arms out, signaling silently for a hug. you oblige and walk over, snaking your arms around his waist.

the coffee haired boy gently swayed the two of you back in forth, slowly but comfortably. his hands trailed up and down the small of your back, trying to sooth you.

"i love you," he whispered softly into your hair. allowing you to nuzzle your nose against the nape of his neck.

"i love you," you mumbled back, holding him tightly against you.

nathan slowly brings you over to the bed, letting you lay down before he hovered over you to pull you in for a gentle, slow kiss. he ran his fingers through your hair, staring lovingly into your eyes before joining you under the covers.

you moved where you laid so that you could rest your head on his chest.

quickly feeling at peace.

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[awkwardchick87]

A/n - Just my opinion!! Are the Trigun guys Ass/Tits/Thigh guys?!

c/w - A fab reader, nipple play, pet names, thigh fucking, mean Kni, dry humping, cumming untouched, boob jobs? cum eating.

Dividers by - @benkeibear <3 Part of @enchantedforest-network <3

Vash - Tits. 

Tits guy. You can not convince me otherwise! 

He will always ALWAYS have a hand on them. Doesn’t matter if its over the shirt or under.

You have to constantly slap his hands away if they are sore. 

He will always give them special attention. 

The contrast of the warmth of his hand and cold prosthetic left goosebumps across your skin as he slid his fingers up your sides, pulling the fabric of your shirt up slowly. His mouth watering and his eyes following as more of your skin was exposed. Stopping at the swell of your breast, he looked at your face one more time, silently asking for permission. As soon as you nodded at him, the fabric of your top was over your head, leaving your chest exposed. Vash inhaled sharply, his eyes focused on the rise and fall of your breast with every breath you took.

“You’re drooling.” you whispered at him with a small chuckle. 

He shook his head, bringing a hand up to wipe his mouth, “Was not.” he said sheepishly. He ran his thumbs across your nipples, causing them to stiffen and a small gasp to escape your lips. “So pretty” he whispered to himself, leaning down, kitten licking one of your nipples before wrapping his lips around it. 

Wolfwood - Ass

This man will STARE at your ass, shamelessly. 

Loves to spank you. In and out of the bedroom. 

Will sneak a hand up the back of your leg just to pinch your ass. It's worse when you’re wearing a skirt or dress. 

LOVES when he can grab a handful when you’re riding him. 

“Fuck yes - like that baby” Wolfwood had a hand behind his head, the other gripping your ass hard enough you knew he’d leave marks, helping you bounce on his cock. He groaned, feeling you tighten around his cock. He couldn’t help but buck up into you. His breath coming out faster now as his other hand came down and grabbed your other ass cheek. You keened above him, his grip getting tighter, holding you still above him as he planted his heels on the bed, thrusting up into you. “Good fuckin girl.” He groaned under you, his movements becoming sloppy as he chased his own high, “Come on baby, touch yourself for me.” He threw his head back as your hand reached down, swiping your fingers across your clit, your pussy clamping down on him. Arching your back, you came with a shudder. Your body twitched in his hold. 

“Fuuuck -” He moaned under you, thrusting his hips one more time into you before stilling as his own release came over him, filling your cunt with his cum. Dropping his hips down onto the bed, bringing you with him, you both gasp at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you. He gave you a playful slap to your ass before reaching over and grabbing the crumpled pack of cigarettes on the small bedside table, lighting one. “Just gimme a minute. I’m not done with you yet.” He smirked.

Knives - Thighs

He did not want to be attracted to humans, but he could not fight the feeling he was having. 

Honestly, it was your own fault. Wearing that short skirt. 

He really should have focused on something else. 

But he couldn’t stop himself when he grabbed you, dragging you with him down the hall

Kni had you under him on the couch. Your legs pulled up against his chest, knees together with his cock between your plush thighs, so close to where you wanted him, but he was teasing you, chasing his own high. The skin slick with his pre-cum and the copious amount of spit he had used when he stroked his own cock before laying you on the couch. “Tch.” He scoffed at you, quickly dissolving into a moan when he picked up the pace. His thrusts became stronger. The slap of his hips against your thighs echoed off the walls. 

Reaching for his wrists, trying to ground yourself, “Knives..” you whispered, “please.” you tried to angle your hips, trying to coax him into just fucking you. 

His grip held your legs still. “Stop.” His voice was commanding. You complied, moaning softly as he relented and reached a hand down, toying with your clit. “Just.. take it.” his brow was slick with sweat. 

Your back arched, feeling yourself close to the edge. Squeezing your eyes shut, you felt him shudder above you, feeling the hot spray of his cum splash across your stomach and drip down your thighs. Dropping your legs, he removed his hands from your cunt as you whined in protest. 

“Shut up. You’ll take what I give you” He looked down at you, lust and conflict swimming in his eyes. 

Livio - Ass

He wasn’t a pervert. He didn’t mean to stare. 

But when you bent down, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. 

He knew he found you attractive, but he told himself it was your brain and personality. 

He couldn’t help himself when he walked to your room later that night and knocked on the door. 

Livio had you pushed against the door, your chest pushed into the door while he was grinding his cock into your ass. Even through your clothes, you could feel how hard he was. “Livio.. Whats..?” You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust, causing you to gasp. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. God, you have no idea how bad I want you.” He was moaning, his lips right beside your ear. You could feel his hot breath on your neck. ”I’m so sorry, please, tell me if it's too much.” Whining into your neck.

You answered him by pushing your hips back, grinding against him. “Don’t stop” you planted your hands on the door, wiggling your ass for him, pushing back harder. 

He shudders behind you, his hips slowly moving against your ass as his hands reach down, grabbing your hips as he bucks his hips harder into you. “Just.. Oh please..” he was whining behind you, “Let me…” His voice trailed off. 

You could feel him pushing harder into you, his whines getting louder before his body shuddered and twitched behind you. He pushed you flat against the door. “I'm sorry..” He whispered behind you. 

You shook your head, “Shhh, no, Livio.” you turned around, pressing your hands against his chest, you looked down and saw the growing wet spot in his pants and the blush creeping across his face. A smile spread across your face “Oh baby boy…” you pushed him towards the bed, “Lets keep going.”

Razlo - Tits. 

This man LOVES tits. 

All tits. Big, small and everything in between

He just wants to bite and ravish them, but also love and kiss them. 

His favourite is when he gets the chance to fuck your tits. 

He doesn’t last long when he feels their softness around his cock. 

Leaning back, he planted his hands behind him to prop himself up, “You look fucking amazing down there.” He growled at you. You were on your knees, elbows resting on his thighs, pushing your soft tits around his cock. Tipping your head down, you gave the head of his cock a little kitten lick, earning a hiss from the man, making you smirk. Sliding your breasts along his length, making him groan above you. The added spit from a few moments before, when you were sucking his cock, made everything more slick and smooth. 

He couldn’t help it when his hips bucked up, making you smile before tipping your head down and taking the tip of his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. He moaned, his head falling back as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Pushing your lips down his length further, you pumped your mouth along with your breasts, causing Razlo to moan above you. His hands fist into the sheets behind him. He could feel his release getting closer. “Keep going doll..” Feeling the muscles in his thighs twitch, you knew he was getting close. You hollow your cheeks and move your breasts faster. His hips buck as his cock twitches again, unloading rope after rope of cum down your throat. Some dribbled past your lips and on to your tits. 

He lifted his head, cocking it to the side as he looked down at you, “Messy..” Sitting up he scooped up some of his cum and held his fingers out for you. “Clean it up.” his voice was husky as you wrapped your lips around his fingers, licking up everything he gathered.

[redriotinggg]

When Sanji is bitten by a spider that has eaten the Cupid-Cupid Fruit, the Straw Hats learn there is only one way to cure his illness.

A genuine love confession.

There’s only one crewmate capable of the job.

(read on ao3!!)

—

The Straw Hats have stopped at a small summer island to gather supplies, stock up on necessities, and do any repairs to the Sunny.

When the bulk of the hard work has been done, their captain insists on a bonfire, having found a perfect clearing in the forest.

Sanji’s by the grill, cooking up plenty of burgers, hotdogs, kebabs, and other barbecued treats to fill his crew’s voracious appetites.

He happily watches his crew enjoy their afternoon—Brook’s violin emitting a joyful tune, Nami and Robin engaged in an intense game of cards, Franky enthusiastically sketching something onto a large page, Zoro fast asleep on the grass, and Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp running around as they play their own variation of tag.

Perhaps Sanji’s gaze is drawn to one of his crewmates in particular, following the flow of his curly hair, smiling at the sound of his laughter.

Perhaps. Sanji won’t tell.

“Woah! Look at that!”

The rowdy trio’s game of tag comes to a halt at Chopper’s cry. Luffy and Usopp look to where the reindeer is pointing, their eyes lighting up when they spot the thing that caught his attention.

“Cool!” Luffy begins to race over, but he’s stopped by Usopp.

“Wait! Don’t run, you’ll scare it!”

The trio carefully make their way over to a nearby tree, their attention grabbed by a fairly large spider.

Sanji shudders when he sees the creature. He looks away, focusing on the food. He is not interested in the further details of their exploration.

Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp fawn over the spider, speculating on its species and origins.

“It’s markings kinda look like hearts,” Usopp observes. “They’re even a pinkish-red colour.”

“Aw, so cute!” Chopper squeals.

“I’m gonna name it Cupid!” Luffy declares. “That guy’s in charge of hearts ‘n stuff, right? This lil' girl could be his pet or something,” he laughs.

A bit later, Sanji calls out to them. “Oi, get your asses over here, the food’s ready! And wash your hands if you’ve been touching bugs!”

Saying their goodbyes to Cupid, the boys rush over to claim their dinner.

The crew happily enjoys their meal, thanking Sanji with wide grins that only get wider when he presents them with dessert.

As the evening turns to night, the crew wind down, packing away their belongings and making their way back to the Sunny.

“Are you sure we can’t stay and camp?” Luffy whines. “It’s like, the perfect night for it! We've got the perfect spot!”

“No,” Nami denies flatly. “We didn’t bring the stuff for it and it’s already getting late. Plus, I want to sleep in my own bed. Now hurry up and get going! Franky! Turn on your flashlights, I can’t see!”

“One set of nipple lights, comin’ up! Ow!”

Usopp and Sanji take up the rear, picking up the last of Sanji’s portable kitchen gear. The chef is happily listening to the sniper’s latest tale when he feels a pinch on his ankle.

“Ow! What the hell?”

“Sanji! Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I think something just bit me.”

Usopp looks in the grass, trying to find the culprit. When he does, he gasps. “It’s the spider from before! Cupid, why’d you go and bite Sanji? That’s not nice!”

“‘Cause it’s a good for nothing insect,” Sanji grumbles.

“Actually, it’s an arachnid—”

“You better not have poisoned me, you stupid bug,” Sanji yells at the spider, which scurries away.

“It’d be venom, not poison.”

“You are not helping!” Sanji snaps. “What is this, a Robin impression? Stop with the unnecessary bug facts, this shit hurts!”

“Does it really? You should get Chopper to look at it as soon as we get back to the ship. Here, gimme your stuff, I’ll carry if for you.”

“I can carry it myself, asshole. I’m not that weak.��

“Really? ‘Cause if you’re in pain, the Great Usopp would be more than happy to carry you back to the Sunny.” Usopp smirks and flexes his muscular arms, sending Sanji a wink.

Sanji pretends like his heart isn’t trying to escape his chest and throw itself at Usopp’s feet.

Internally, Sanji is a mess. Externally, he rolls his eyes and hefts his baggage further in his arms.

“You do two push-ups and think you’re a strong guy now, huh? C’mon, let’s go before any other bugs try to make a meal outta me.”

When they make it back to the Sunny, all of their things put away, Usopp continues to hover by Sanji, his concern rising with each passing moment.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Usopp asks. “You’re all red. You shouldn’t be sweating this much.”

“‘M fine,” Sanji mumbles. The way he sways on the spot doesn’t do much to help his case.

Usopp holds him steady, in full crisis mode as he watches the usually stable chef falter. He hoists Sanji in his arms, dashing to the infirmary. “CHOPPER!”

“What happened?” the doctor asks. Usopp puts Sanji on the bed and recounts the tale.

By now, the rest of the crew has come to investigate the cause of the commotion. They all stand in the doorway, shocked to see their crewmate suddenly so ill.

“It’s only been like 20 minutes! Why does he look bad already? Sanji, don’t die!”

Usopp’s dramatic cry unfortunately has some merit. Sanji doesn’t look well. He is the complete opposite of the perfect picture of health he was less than an hour ago. In just a few minutes, Sanji seems to have lost all of his energy. He’s flushed and sweating, breathing heavily and brows furrowed as he fights some type of pain. Even his usually shiny hair is limp and brittle-looking.

Usopp’s heart positively breaks at the sight.

“I can’t make him a proper anti-venom without knowing exactly what type of spider that was,” Chopper states. He clicks his tongue as he looks at the inflamed, red bite mark on Sanji’s ankle.

“Brook, you help me get Sanji out of this suit. Everyone else, get out so I can treat him. Now!”

The rest of the crew gather on the deck, concern on all of their faces.

“Usopp,” Robin says, pulling the sniper from his worsening spiral of anxiety. “You said Sanji was bit by the same spider that you saw in the forest, right? Draw me a picture. We can use it to get information from the locals.”

Usopp nods. He runs off to the galley and grabs a sketchpad nestled between Sanji’s collection of recipes and cookbooks. Before long, he’s got multiple drawings of the spider, complete with colours and accurate depictions of its heart-shaped markings.

Franky and Nami go to the hospital to ask about an anti-venom while Luffy, Zoro, and Robin go ask around town.

On the Sunny, Usopp paces back and forth, biting his nails and their beds away to nothing as worry engulfs him. He peeks into the infirmary, heart breaking a little more every time he catches a glimpse of Sanji’s pained face.

“Sanji will be alright,” Brook assures him when he exits the room. “He’s stable for now. Our cook is strong. He’s got the best doctor caring for him and crewmates desperately seeking out information. He’ll pull through.”

Usopp tries his very best to believe him.

The rest of the crew returns to the Sunny in less than an hour. Everyone, except Sanji, who’s resting in the infirmary, gathers at the kitchen table.

“Turns out that our little spider has eaten a Devil Fruit,” Robin tells them. “Everyone in the area is familiar with the spider that has eaten the Cupid-Cupid fruit.”

“Wait, the spider is actually related to Cupid? That’s hilarious! I’m like a fortune teller! Hahahaha! Ow!” Luffy rubs his sore head, pouting at Nami.

“A bite from the Cupid Spider can do multiple things, depending on who is bitten," Robin continues. "However, it only causes illness in someone who has a requited love but has not actually expressed their love. To save Sanji, whoever is in love with him must tell him the breadth of their true feelings, lest he remain bedridden forever. Or worse.”

The crew sits in silence for a moment, reflecting on the information.

“Alright, who’s in love with Sanji?” Luffy demands.

All eyes go to Usopp.

He is so red in the face Chopper is concerned he'll pass out. His eyes are so wide Zoro wonders if they'll pop out of his head.

"What are you waiting for?" Nami cries. "Get in there and confess your love so Sanji gets better!"

"I-I-I-I-I-I'm not—"

"Oh, please, this is not the time for your anxious, denial bullshit! Go fix Sanji!"

"Can't we just kill the spider instead?" he suggests meekly.

Luffy and Chopper gasp in betrayal.

"That would be a bad idea," Robin warns. "That spider is very well-respected on this island. Causing it harm would no doubt incur the wrath of all the locals. There is nothing you can do but speak from the heart."

"You got this, Usopp-bro! Just tell Sanji how you feel! It'll turn out super!"

On stiff legs and with wobbly knees, Usopp leaves the galley and makes his way back to the infirmary, deaf to the sounds of his crew's encouragements.

Despite his desperate pleas to the universe, Sanji is awake when Usopp steps inside. He looks even worse than before. His skin is pale, covered in a sheen of sweat. His eyes are lidded and he's got bags under them like he hasn't slept in days. But even still, a smile lights up his face when he sees the sniper.

"Usopp," he says, voice quiet and raspier than usual. His smile is no less bright.

"Sanji," Usopp returns, taking a seat next to the bed. "I've got news. So, turns out that the spider that bit you has a Devil Fruit power."

Sanji scoffs. "Of course it does. Just my fucking luck. So, what? It ate the Sick-Sick fruit and now I'll feel like shit forever?"

Usopp chuckles drily. "No, nothing like that. We can actually help you pretty easily. Or, I can, anyway. I just... I have to... to..."

The sniper closes his eyes as a fresh wave of anxiety washes over him. He can't do this! It's too scary! But he has to.

How many times has he been in this position? Forced to watch someone he loves suffer from an illness, unable to do anything but try and distract them from their pain.

This time is different. Usopp can stop this. He can stop Sanji's suffering. All he has to do is be honest.

Well, best to rip off the band-aid.

Taking a deep breath, Usopp grabs Sanji's clammy hand in both of his. "I love you!"

"I-I've loved you for a long time, Sanji," Usopp admits, and the words start flowing, unable to stop. "I don't know when exactly it started, but I know that I do because I think you're so amazing! You're so cool, and strong, and talented. I love that you act all grumpy but you're actually extremely kind and considerate. I love spending time with you! I love it when you tell me stories about Zeff and the Baratie. I love that you always ask me questions when I'm telling you about something because you make me feel heard. I love that you always wrap your arms around me when we party. I love it when you smile at me and dance with me.

"I love how you look in the early morning and when the sun is setting. Well, I love how you look all the time because you're so gorgeous it isn't fair! All handsome and pretty at the same time. You dress nice, and you smell nice, and you make me food and protect me—! Sanji, I love you!

"I'm sorry it took a stupid spider to force me to say it but I lov-"

Usopp's speech is cut off as desperate lips meet his own. He melts into Sanji's embrace, returning the kiss with all he's got. His heart is beating so fast he thinks it might pop right out of his chest, but nothing could possibly take him away from this moment.

When they pull apart, foreheads resting against one another, Usopp is taken aback by Sanji's appearance. He looks as healthy as ever, save for his very intense blush. But his eyes are shining and his smile is hopeful and adoring.

"Do you mean it, Usopp? Do you really feel that way about me?"

"I do. A-And you? D-do you feel...?"

"The same," Sanji promises. "Everything that you said, I feel the same way. Usopp, I love you! I—did you really just cure me with a love confession?"

Usopp blinks, and then he bursts out into laughter. Sanji joins him, the two holding one another as they laugh at the absurdity of the situation, their hearts full to bursting.

"Anything is possible on the Grand Line," Usopp reminds him. "Especially for the number one lover on the seas, the great Captain Usopp!"

"Number one lover, huh? I don't know if I believe that." Sanji pulls Usopp in close, whispering into his ear. "I think you'll have to show me."

"T-that can be arranged."

Usopp leans in and Sanji goes to meet him, lips pressing together again, and again, and again.

[asherloki]

heyy, i saw that ur requests were open, but that was like 2 weeks ago so idk if its still valid, but if they are; i was thinking abt this quote i saw on pinterest:

“you cant love someone unless you love yourself first. bullshit. i have never loved myself, but you, oh god, i loved you so much i forgot what hating myself feels like”

with sherlock who is COMPLETELY smitten with reader and views them as his safe space from insufferable people and unsolvable cases

if u consider this or even write this thank you in advance <3 (thank u anyways tho bc ur work is so good like?? bruh gimme some writing skills IM BEGGING)

anways, bye <3

"My sunshine"

Bbc Sherlock

A/n:- ohho it was lovely ! Even though I'm sorry for the writing quality, I've been busy and lacking creativity, hope you still like it.

"do you like it?" asked the detective while handing me a box packed nicely. He had a real busy day running around the city with Scotland yard officers, especially with lestrade, accompanied by John.

"what is it?" I enquired taking the box from him. I still remember the day we first met. The night was cold and I met his lovely landlady Mrs Hudson. She was friendly enough to invite me over tea at her place and my curiosity led me to meet her famous tenant. Mr Sherlock Holmes. The urge to share the flat with this junkie detective got on me for some reason. Everything about his flat fascinated where anyone would say his flat is unbearable. His cold lifeless flat, as he describes so, was somehow comforting to him. Then with his approval and with my family's permission as well, I moved in to Baker Street as his flatmate. 221b was closer to my office so it was an advantage in convincing my family to let me shift to Baker Street. Since then I've seen two sides of Sherlock. One, the side everyone knows, the analytical cold detective. And two, the side which is revealed to very few people, luckily for me being one of them. Living so close to him taught me he has a soft side. The one that's like a goofy child. The one who sits infront me while I paint just staring at the painting to be done with fascination in his eyes. The one that takes a brush from my set that I'm not using at that moment and starts to draw patterns on a crumbled paper, one of those which contained a case which was still unsolved and bugged him.

"open it, I just hope you like it." replied he, With, what I believe to be a bit nervousness in his voice, yet also a bit of excitement. So I giggled at his childishness and opened the box. To my delight it was a chocolate muffin. A big one, loaded with chocolate chips.

"oh gosh my favourite muffin!" I could barely hold my excitement to me. Turning to him I saw a wide smile spreading accross his lips what was alot like a relief.

"yes, it's yours, I hope it tastes good too" said the man who was perhaps more than ten years older than me, not perhaps, he was alot older than me. But it never felt so, he was still a goofy kid somehow.

"ofcourse it'll be, where's yours?" he must've bought for himself as well I presumed. And a lovely evening with tea and our muffins was on my mind, oh not to forget, the exciting stories he is yet to tell.

"m-mine?" he stuttered, as if him having bought a muffin for himself was out of question.

"yes yours, don't tell me you bought a tasty big muffin for me and not for yourself, how could you resist?" seriously, how could he resist the urge to get his hands on such a precious thing.

"I.." he trailed off, as if he was confused, "didn't think about getting one for me actually".

These are the kind of replies that makes me wanna wrap him in my arms. This man never thought anything good for himself, never got anything good for himself. But I couldn't just have it on my own. The box contained the store name and address, which is far away, perhaps somewhere near his case led him to. So going there and buying another was out of question, but this muffin was big enough, and sharing is always an option.

"you know what?" I spoke, regaining some enthusiasm, "how about some tea?"

"that sounds wonderful" that's it, that's the reply I wanted to hear before going to the kitchen. I took out our cups and Mrs Hudson was always there to bring us a kettle filled with tea.

Sherlock took his chair and sat while I sat on one beside his. I placed our cups while he poured the tea.

"we forgot the biscuits, I'll get them give me minute." he was getting up from his chair when I interrupted.

"no need" looking at him I saw his baffled expressions again. Honestly Sherlock, enough baffling for one day. "sit down, I have something better".

He sat yet he was utterly confused, Even more not less when he saw me taking out the muffin and cutting it into half. Smart detective knew the other half belongs to him, or I want so.

"here, have something better than regular biscuits" saying so with a smile I passed the plate with his part of the muffin closer to him.

"but... that.." he stuttered again, "that was for you" after a pause he finally formed the sentence.

"yes, which means I can do anything I want with it."

He kept on looking at me and with a soft nod took a piece in his spoon. Then slowly he took the piece in. I could see his expression changing again while he munched that piece of muffin, into something that indicated if he were someone else he could've shaded a drop of tear or two.

"hey" I said pating his shoulder and keeping my palm on it, "what happened?"

He raised his face so his eyes were staring into mine, but there was barely any intensity in his eyes at that moment. there was, what I presume is sadness. He finally inhaled a deep breath before speaking up,

"I have..." he paused, he was collecting words I was sure of it, "I've never considered myself as someone who deserves anything good."

His word, about himself, it's devastating he thinks so little about himself.

"what are you talking about?" baffled, I was puzzled way too much to figure out what was going inside him, imagine a man like him is unable to see anything good in him. "Sherlock, please, you literally save hundreds of lives".

"I have also shot one"

"to save john, your best friend".

He looked around as if trying to find more proof against him.

"Sherlock?" I called him softly, as he turned his face to me I got up from my chair and to his utter surprise, embraced him, rather his head, leaning it on my chest. His body turned stiff, apparently he didn't expect a hug.

"you're the best and the most wisest man people have ever seen, and the kindest and the most innocent person I've ever had the opportunity to know".

His stiffness lessened with these words and finally he let himself fall into my arms, fall into my embrace, unknowingly I also leaned on him. My cheek touching his curls. His rather soft curls.

"you're saying this?" he asked with such joy and surprise in his voice.

"yes ofcourse, why not". I waited for a reply, it took him time but finally he said,

"because you've always been the sunshine for me. Since the day you've entered in my life, since I've got to know you. my work was all I knew but for some reason I longed to come home at night to you. I always saw you as someone whom I don't deserve, who's too good for me, too young for me. So I just enjoyed every second we are together, fir one day you may choose someone to love and move out. I tried to do every little thing that could bring you happiness. I was so lost, with you I found my way. But I won't demand anything from you, because I believe someone young, handsome a better person should be with you".

I couldn't believe, but I had to, it was all real, his words, his feelings, him.

"you never said you think of me so highly" I whispered.

"that's why I was broken everytime I saw you with a guy, but I was way more broken when I saw you shedding tears for them leaving you, how could someone like you be someone's second choice when to me you're not just the first or only choice but my whole being knows you're the right choice, a bit too right I was afraid to ever consider myself as your lover, I didn't dare to think of anyone else since I laid my eyes on you, I never chose anyone, no matter how smart, attractive or lovely they were, because now I see, I was supposed to choose you, I got so utterly devoted to you that I don't remember myself anymore. I only know you."

"Sherlock " I whispered his name while slowly letting his head go, I sat in my chair and wondered how beautiful his feelings are that neither his nor my eyes could hold a drop of tear from falling down. "now it's my turn then, I've barely been ever treated this well as you've confessed yourself, I've barely been completely understood. do you think, this immature, little less intelligent, day dreamer flatmate of yours is worthy of you?"

I knew it'd be enough to overwhelm him if he really thought so highly of me and it did. He didn't stop his tears this time, he immediately embraced me and we both cried silently while embracing eachother until his warm voice was heard saying, "then I guess we are actually worthy of eachother ".

I giggled, yes we are. absolutely yes.

"yes, I'll keep you happy ".

"and I'll treat you well."

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|| %#🫂 !! 🐱 MAMMA MIA -> Masterlist

☆ PAIRING/S = TBZ Bermuda line x Reader, Jay (enha) x OC

☆ GENRE = SMAU, Romance, Fluff

☆ WARNINGS = profanity (not all the time), yin has zero survival instincts, mentions of sleeping around (NO SMUT BTW), drinking (alcohol), eating (food), capitalized letters and sentences signify which character is talking, will add more when i see more

☆ SCHEDULE = Wednesdays and Fridays (or if i just feel like it ;-;) lmfaooooo i dont have a schedule anymore 🤣🤣

☆ SYNOPSIS = A day before her wedding day, Yin decides to find her father so he can walk her down the isle, the problem? There's three candidates: Lee Juyeon, Kim Younghoon, and Lee Hyunjae.

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★ STATUS = on-going (slowly..)

★ RELEASE DATE = 05/30/23 - 10/22/23 - ???

★ AUTHOR'S NOTE = mamma mia here we go again my my oh how much i missed ya, hehe i lover the mamma mia movies and listening to abba PLUS i love the boyz so i mix mix and ta daaa this will follow most (???) of the plot of the movie hehe thank you for reading kiss kiss

★ DISCLAIMER: random pics of idols and ulzzangs will be used to depict y/n and yin (sorry 🤕)

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Profiles

The Dynamos

The Wives

The Men

Acts

Intro: I Have A Dream

Scene 1: Lee Juyeon

Scene 2: Kim Younghoon

Scene 3: Lee Hyunjae

Act 1: Honey, Honey

Scene 1: FREE THE BRIDE!!!

Scene 2: mama got busy

Scene 3: uhm guys... you need to take a look at this..

Act 2: Money, Money, Money

Scene 1: It's because she'll cry

Scene 2: time to daydrink

Scene 3: Have you ever heard of...online dating?

Act 3: Mamma Mia

Scene 1: watch out

Scene 2: about that..

Scene 3: It's good to see you

Intermission 1: Chiquitita

Scene 1: screw my hoe phase

Scene 2: my turn.

Act 4: Dancing Queen

Scene 1: Our pretty girl

Scene 2: Best distraction

Scene 3: never back down never what??

Act 5: Our Last Summer

Scene 1: Lee Hyunjae Jaehyun

Scene 2: Lee Juyeon

Scene 3: Kim Younghoon

Act 6: Lay All Your Love On Me

Scene 1: father father father daughter time

Scene 2: don't worry princess

Scene 3: mom's flings

Act 7: Super Trouper

Scene 1: traitor...

Scene 2: Whatever !!

Scene 3: eventually..

Intermission 2: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Scene 1: the yuna way.

Scene 2: this is what you call w rizz

Act 8: The Name Of The Game

Scene 1: Jay the girl's girl (not)

Scene 2: i'm twenty!

Scene 3: yay yin!!

Act 9: Voulez-Vous

disclaimer: its one whole chapter (1.3k) so just pick a scene bc its all to the same place..

Scene 1: "can you walk me down the aisle?"

Scene 2: "I'll walk you down the aisle."

Scene 3: "I'll be there!"

Act 10: SOS

Scene 1: i did the unthinkable

Scene 2: "are you mad?"

Scene 3: what do you want me to do now?

Act 11: Does Your Mother Know?

Scene 1: the beach episode

Scene 2: this is NOT the rizzler !!

Scene 3: this might be the rizzler ??

Act 12: Slipping Through My Fingers

disclaimer: its one whole chapter yall (1.3k) so press one bc it all goes to the same place :)

Scene 1: a mother's intuition

Scene 2: i'm sorry

Scene 3: will you walk me down the aisle?

Act 13: The Winner Takes It All

Scene 1: I know what to do!

Scene 2: zero to three

Scene 3: well! something happened!

Intermission 3: I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do

Scene 1: now you kiss... the fiance?

Scene 2: Okay, now you kiss the bride

Act 14: When All Is Said And Done

Scene 1: a wedding became a wedding

Scene 2: who spilled the wine on the floor?

Scene 3: the love birds leaving the next

Act 15: Take A Chance On Me

Scene 1: Took us long enough

Scene 2: what's all these emojis??

Scene 3: we're still here btw...

Outro: I Have A Dream

Scene 1: What is your dream?

Scene 2: My dream is you.

Scene 3: our dream is built for two

more acts to come! (not)

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Jinpine Radio #5

Long time no Jin! Translation of the radio segment from his official YouTube channel. Original video here. Done on commission!

The livestream starts with a whole minute of nothing but clicking. Jin and Inpine’s avatars have some... modifications on them. An indication that this episode will be just a lot of fooling around. It always is, but this time it’s on purpose.

Inpine suddenly starts singing and Jin can’t hold back a laugh. Yes, they’re doing a skit again and they just ruined the surprise.

Inpine: Strolling is so fun! The air’s so good in the countryside! Aah! Such nice weather! Haaah! Oh? There’s a yellow video tape lying around in the middle of nowhere! *high-pitched screaming* Must be some pervert’s tape! Guess I’m gonna watch it using my uncle’s VCR! Now, now, now, video tape goes in! Clank, clank, clank! Press plaaay!

[some weird-ass noise effects]

Inpine: Transformation!! (T/N: the word used for “transformation” here is “henshin”, which is the title of Jin’s latest song at the time of this livestream)

[background music blasts on]

Jin: *clears throat with the most monstrous, alien-sounding voice filter ever* All right! Guess Imma go around doing evil stuff for one more day! *villain laughter*

Inpine: Ah! There you are! Sea monster Jin! Your days of wrongdoing are over!

Jin: Who’re you?!

Inpine: Ora, ora, ora! I’m a hero of justice, Inpine!

Jin: “Inpine”, you say?! Come at me with all you have!!

Inpine: Gimme back my pervy tape! Take this! Inpine puuunch!!

Jin: Stop! That hurts! S-Stop!!

Inpine: Inpine Kick!!

Jin: He got meee!

[music stops]

Inpine: Jin, Hatsune Miku. “Henshin”. You can listen to it on YouTube and NicoNico Douga—

Jin: Pffft!

Inpine: It’s out right now. Please support us.

As the skit ends, Jin does the usual greeting and introduces himself, then passes the baton to Inpine and does a little bit of promo for his song and its MV. Inpine feigns ignorance to the fact that the MV was also out, even though he was literally the one who made it along with Sayuki. Jin then announces the guests of this episode: the bassist Natsume Yuuki and the drummer Janku (Junk), who played as support musicians for “Henshin”. Jin adds that he’d also wanted to invite Saiyuki for this one, but admits that he and Inpine wouldn’t have been able to handle more than two guests at once. The figurines on Jin and Inpine’s avatars represent Natsume and Janku.

They’ll be discussing music this time around. Jin starts it out by talking about “Henshin”, giving some fun facts about its conception:

Jin had already worked with Natsume before, but this was his first time working with Janku

Jin and Natsume are actually quite close and Jin calls him “Nacchi”

It was the peak of summer when he received the proposal to write the song, so he didn’t want to do it at first (as mentioned in the previous livestream, the rainy season and summer are the worst times of the year for him)

He reconsidered it, because summer is also a time of the year when he feels like listening to fast-beat songs

He jokes that when he contacted Inpine about it, the latter “emerged from the shadows” asking, “Mister, Mister, I’m sniffing the smell of a new song in the air. You called?”

By then, Jin had already decided that he wanted insects to be the theme (specifically, insects that are omnipresent during Japanese summer, such as cicadas and moths)

After this, Jin personally contacted Natsume and Janku to play with him

Now, Jin knows that the listeners might be at loss about the guests, as it’s their first time there, so he also gives some trivia about how he met them. He got to know both of them through a common friend and they first met through an app. The name of the app was not revealed, but it’s used by musicians for remote music sessions.

Jin then asks the guests to talk about what they’d been working on recently. Natsume was doing usual bassist work. He plays for all sorts of artists and even does livestream concerts. He also makes clothes as a hobby. The first time he played with Jin was during his livestream with Peanuts-kun.

Janku’s work life is pretty much the same as Natsume’s, the only difference being the instrument he plays. He uploads his performances to social media every now and then.

Jin explains that the reason why he wanted to work with them for “Henshin” was that they were very loud players and the beat of their sound was exceptional. He describes it as a “pang-pang” kind of sound and jokes that he made the request by asking them, “Please lend me your pang-pang!”, to which they replied with, “Guess we got no choice”.

Back to the topic of the song itself, Jin dives into the production:

The making of this song was different from usual in many aspects, starting with the fact that they didn’t have lots of meetings to decide on things

No studio was used for the demo

The composition was made entirely without recordings

The sessions were held at Natsume’s and Janku’s homes

In order to test out what kind of sound would fit the song best, Janku spent a whole day on a call with Jin, playing the drum for him to listen

Once they reached the intensity that Jin wanted, Janku started working on the base melody by himself, sending samples for Jin to listen to and approve

Janku was very worried about whether or not he’d manage to make the melody sound “Jin-like”, but Jin was pretty satisfied with the result

When Jin asks Janku how he felt while working on the song, Janku says he had a lot of fun and that the sound felt rather nostalgic to him, for some reason – even though it was a newly produced melody, it felt like something he had already heard somewhere before

Jin asks Natsume the same question and he answers that, although he’s taken part in the songs of so many people, there was never one that he felt so much like playing, and asserts that that there’s something inherently grotesque about it, which Jin agrees with (because of course he would)

When Jin and Natsume listened to Janku’s drums, it was like a wake-up call for them – they realized that they were lagging behind him, and went all-out in order to catch up

Jin comments that Natsume did some pretty nasty stuff with his bass and thanked him for it (this is obviously meant to sound ambiguous because Jin just Be Like That, but he’s referring to the sound that Natsume produced with his bass, not... anything else)

Natsume played in a way that didn’t match the drums at all, on purpose

He took the liberty to do that without receiving any instructions for it, and instead of feeling disrespected, Jin thinks it was a genius move

The only thing Jin asked him to do was to “make it gross”

Jin believed that Natsume was confident he could take on the job, but in reality, Natsume was at a loss back then

When he asked Jin what he wanted specifically, all he got as an answer was a “Pleeease!”

After he got samples of Natsume’s “gross play”, Jin sent it to Inpine, who replied on LINE, “Wow! This sounds so disgusting! It’s the best thing ever!”

Finally came the time to add the guitar to the demo, but even on the previous night, Jin was very much at a loss as to how to go on about it, so he texted Natsume about it

Natsume says the message looked like Jin was saying his last words, as he decided to start out with a totally unsuspecting and not at all dramatic “It is time for me to go”

Jin explains he had no choice but give his utmost after the other two had delivered such fine performances

On the day he was supposed to play, he announced that he would do it without any clothes on, “I can’t give my all with clothes on. Sorry. It was wrong of me to try to do that before. Sorry for trying to wear clothes. I’m gonna do this butt-naked.”

Up to this point, he had been playing while seated on a chair, but this time, he “had to stand up” and began playing after screaming, “TAKE THIS!!”

While playing, he accidentally hit his guitar against the wall... thrice

This was a brand-new guitar and that was his first time using it

When he got to the outro, he went batshit without hesitation

He wanted to have recorded himself playing naked, so that he could send it to his mother with the caption, “This is the work you’ve made”

After listening to this demo, Inpine got the idea of doing a rewind in the MV

He did that before the song itself was ready, and the rewind just so happened to match it perfectly

Jin didn’t want this to be a “good” song, so to speak – he wanted the listeners to feel uncomfortable and sickened by it

He requested the sound engineers to add a “pang-pang” beat to the finished product

Jin says he really did something terrible in making that song and laughs at the fact that he hasn’t offered a single word of praise to it

Inpine jokes that even “Hatsune-san” would find the song repulsive (yes, this is meant as a compliment)

Jin writes a lot of songs in the summer because it’s “a season in which not everything is all beauty”

Inpine says that the refreshing summer that everyone has in their minds only happens for a couple hours in early morning, while the rest of the day is all about fighting against a scorching heat under the dark, dark shadows cast from the overwhelming sunlight – that’s why he decided to make the MV’s color palette jewel-toned and somber

Jin bought all sorts of effectors to produce the sound he wanted for the song, which cost him 30K yen in total, and he was in shock when checking on how much he had spent

He hoped everyone listening to the livestream would go watch the MV, as it cost him a whole lot of money

He wanted “Henshin” to sound like a time slip back to one’s old self

 (T/N: This doesn’t really translate in summary format, but when they were talking about the song, there was an endless number of jokes involving the “pang-pang” thingy.)

At this point, Jin realizes that they’d been talking about music for the near entirety of the livestream. It was expected, since the two were the first musician guests of the channel, and as such, Jin was aware that it'd be fine to just talk about music, but he also wanted to have a lighthearted chit-chat. He asked Janku the day before about ideas for topics, which they couldn't decide on, so they decided to roll the dice. What they got as a result was something that, according to Janku, would’ve turned the livestream into a broadcast disaster. Jin then asks the others if they had any topics they wanted to discuss and Inpine says that’s the scariest way possible to pass the baton.

Natsume decides to answer the question first and Inpine is thankful that he’s able to take it forward from there, saying that Natsume “really is very capable”. Jin asks if he can go ahead and “eat the squid”, implying that they have snacks with them, and everyone agrees that they should eat first. While Natsume talks, there are sounds of plastic bags being ripped open in the background. These guys are a mess.

Natsume talks about a time not so long ago where he was sick and had to lie down in bed for days. He was bored out of his mind because he was allowed to do nothing but rest, so he decided to binge some anime. He wanted to watch something long and that he had never watched before, and as if on cue, he saw that Togashi Yoshihiro had created a Twitter account. This reminded him that he had actually never watched HunterxHunter, so he’d been binging it, and the day that the “Henshin” MV came out was exactly the day that he began the chimera ant arc. He felt that this was fate at work. When he saw the MV, he was like, “Whoa! That’s chimera ants right there! Inpine-san!?”

Inpine is a little embarrassed at this, because he had the feeling that they’d been making “Henshin” together all the way. He really thought that he’d been sharing with them the whole process of the video making, but in fact, the musicians were in the dark about most of it.

On the topic of the MV, Inpine admits that he doesn’t like insects and that he was put-off when finding out that insects would be the theme. He confesses that, because of this, he kind of avoided the insect element in the video, up till the latter half of it. He says that, back when he was making the video, he was driving down the street one night and had to open the window to see what was ahead of him. Turns out that what was blocking his vision was a swarm of moths. According to him, the swarm was covering the road for about 200 meters, and he couldn’t close the window in time. About three moths got inside the car, which had him shrieking like a little girl, “Nooo! Why does this kinda thing always happen to me!?”

Jin: And then you got bitten by a radioactive moth!

Inpine: Yeah, yeah, yeah! And then “Henshin”! I transformed!

Inpine says the moths were dead on his dashboard the next morning. He decided to observe them, which helped him finally grasp the concept and the feel of “Henshin”. He says that this, in a way, was his chimera ant arc. Natsume jokes that the experience might as well have broken him.

Jin says that, when writing the lyrics of “Henshin”, he thought about his kindergarten years a lot. “Henshin” is a song about the things people deem beautiful and the things they deem disgusting. People usually have weird tastes when they’re still little kids, and when Jin was in kindergarten, he was even weirder. There was a corner for hanging coats at his nursery school, and he used to sit there the whole day, just playing with the keyboard harmonica. Everyone could tell that he was one hell of a weirdo. He adds that Inpine, his first-ever friend, was just as weird. After all, he used to draw nothing but cars all the time. Jin says that this thing they used to do, throwing away their concern with what people would think of them, was his inspiration for making “Henshin”. A representation of early childhood summer, much like everything else Jin has ever made.

It is here that, at long freaking last, Jin decides to talk about the wallpaper for this livestream. He says he and Inpine made it together and everyone agrees that it’s “too damn gross”. It’s pretty obvious that it was made exclusively for that one livestream, since Natsume’s picture has moth antennas.

The group suddenly sobers up when Jin says that making this song with them was very fun and he hopes to make more with them in the future. Both Natsume and Janku are very flattered and agree to it on the spot. This heartwarming moment only lasts for a little bit, until Natsume remembers a good thing that happened recently. He starts talking about his experience going to a sauna, where he felt so refreshed that it was almost like the air he’d been breathing up to that point wasn’t real air. After he was done, he went outside, threw himself on a sunlounger and “entrusted his body to the sunlight”. According to him, it was the best feeling ever and everyone should go to a sauna at least once. The other three joke that maybe Natsume is actually an insect. Inpine says he likes sleeping inside his car in the parking lot after going to the sauna, affirming that it’s “the best way to wake up”.

The topic turns into what to do in the next livestreams, and Jin says once again that he wants to play games in the upcoming episodes. Janku says he’s pretty good at Gartic Phone and Natsume agrees that playing it with him is pretty funny. Jin says he’s seen Janku playing the game before – he saw him drawing a playground slide, except he also drew both himself and Jin sliding down on it. Natsume and Inpine lose it. Jin says he’d love to play with the three of them, plus Saiyuki. All of them agree that Saiyuki would be the strongest at it.

Time comes for them to end the livestream. Jin once again talks about making songs with these members in the future. He also talks about keeping eyes open to announcements on Twitter and asks the listeners to tell everyone they can about “Henshin”, even people sitting next to them at train stations.

The way they say goodbye in this episode is a tad... different from usual.

Jin: This has been Jin...

Inpine: ...Inpine, whose favorite food is beef tongue...

Natsume: ...Natsume Yuuki, whose f-favorite drink is Gogo no Koucha Oishii Mutou... (T/N: That’s the actual name of a bottled tea brand.)

Janku: ...and Janku, whose favorite drink is Boss’s café au lait.

Jin: That’s it!

All: That’s iiit! *whistles and weird voices* Byeee~!

[juneberrie]

8:30 - percy jackson

₊˚ʚ 🌊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. percy jackson x gn!reader

author's note — ꩜ wow look at lizzie in her pjo era

word count — ☆ 0.4k

warnings — ✦ none x

you look at the time on your phone. eight twenty three. you sigh and look around. curfew was an hour ago, and percy promised he’d be there at eight. if the harpies caught you, percy would never get to show you the thing.

what that thing was, you had no clue. he had texted you something about meeting him behind the big house at eight, promising to show you something. and yet, 8:25 and he still hadn't shown.

right as you turn to go back to your cabin, percy skids to a stop in front of you, panting.

"gimme.. a se- give me a sec," he huffed, doubled over. something was clutched tightly in his fist. he straightened himself and flashed a grin at you. " 'sup?"

"i've been waiting for twenty minutes," you deadpanned.

percy's smile turned sheepish. "sorry about that, n/n. i had to get something but then i realized that it wasn't in my cabin so i had to get it from leo but he said piper had it and— well, yeah, it took me a lot longer than i thought it would."

you stared at him.

he awkwardly unclenched his fist, revealing to you a small piece of coral on a worn gold chain. "i know it doesn't look like much but it was my moms," he explained. "my dad gave it to her."

"cool," you said. he glanced around before taking a step forward and pressing it into your hand.

"i want you to have it," he said. his gaze flicked down to your lips.

"i— oh perce, i can't." you pressed it back to his chest. "i really can't accept this."

"no, no, its fine! i want you to have it, yn." something about the way he said your name set off a spark in your stomach, burning all the way to your face.

"well," you stammered. he gently turned you around and clasped the necklace around your neck.

"there," he smiled. suddenly, he leaned forward and connected your lips. he then pulled away, gaping. "i am so sorry," he gasped. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have done tha—"

you cut him off, pressing your lips to his. a few moments later, you pulled apart, both grinning and breathing heavily.

"thanks for the necklace, perce," you smiled. you pressed a kiss to his cheek before walking back to your cabin. right as you closed the door, you heard a yell of triumph and percy cheering.

your sibling glanced at you and smirked. " 'sup with you?"

"nothing," you sighed, giddy with the lingering smell of saltwater and rain. as you got ready for bed, the realization hit you. you had kissed percy jackson. you had kissed percy jackson. your hands tugged gently on the necklace and smiled as you drifted off to sleep. maybe waiting an extra half hour wasn't the end of the world.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

i love when the subject of modern au for the arcana comes up cause my only metric of judgement for it is What are you gonna do with Muriel. is he still. you know. practically homeless

cause it can be done well i believe it!! but i mean its interesting to me cause theres so many um. cultural differences i guess i can call it, and ramifications and implications and fucking more thesaurus words we get it to consider in comparing our "everyone has to have a document about *Everything*, whats your assigned number at birth, let me record you with 50 cameras at all times just in case, gimme your PapERS HOW OLD ARE YOU WHATS YOUR GRANDMAS MAIDEN NAME NO IM NOT SELLING YOU THIS CARTON OF EGGS UNTIL YOU TELL ME" society (Admittedly! not every single place in the world today is like this necessarily!!! so you can just put them someplace else and work from there!!! but youd have to know how life there actually looks like And also wait whats the point of this au if everything ends up the same lmao i wanted asra to have tiktok and work at starbucks what are we doing here) vs the old timey fantasy world presented in the game where its just "yeah sure you can go live in a forest theres no fences here lol bye dont get dysentery" which is how the world used to be i guess and thats so fun to ponder for me lol we really were just monkeys fucking about with sticks huh. good times

man this is why i dont actually write fanfics i get too lost in four different trains of thought and dont finish any of them lmao and i guess also cause of the "i Cant POSSIBLY write this story about kissing a dude if i cant describe the sociopolitical climate in this neighbourhood in the netherlands after the Batavian Rebellion and how it influenced the contemporaneous fauvistic arT MOVEMENT with UTMOST ACCURACY cause THATS WHAT HIS FAVOURITE PAINTING WAS THE ONE THAT SHOWS UP IN THIS THREE SECOND BLURRY BACKGROUND CLIP OF THIS SCENE IN HIS APARTMENT AND IS CRUCIAL TO HIS CHARACTER AND I HAVE TO NAIL IT WHAT DONT YOU GET" type personality i got going which i guess writers deal with by just going full "lol whatever i am god here and i make law" mode

i just started thinking about this cause of the new story on dorian in a modern au i got pretty hype about it teehee but yeah muriel hasnt shown up yet so i got into that whole spiral about wHERE ARE THEY GONNA PUT ME BOYE AAAGJHFN i hope he gets a good outfit lmao i love jules' vibe but i looked at asra n went aw Hell naw hed be way better dripped out you done my boy dirty cmon man. pashas hawaiian shirt tho fucking we're so back lets go lesbians hkdyyifulj Anyway they made lucio a wholeass bilionaire which had me shook a lil for some reason but i can see him as a total ~Musk-esque~ archetype lmaooo like that is literally so him, just barges in and makes people have good ideas for him gikgststnv oh god i hope theres not any elon fans reading this cause theyre not gonna appreciate that oh fudge ok lets get back to the point which was uuuuhhhhhhhhhh oh yeah i liked your muriel lives in a van concept i thought its good! yeah thats what i wanted to say. what a tumultuous journey i just had to invent to arrive here.

Oh yeah, I've been seeing a lot more posts and questions about the arcana's modern au, and it's why I was so happy to dig up all those old ask arcana posts! I'm so glad we have all that canon content from way back when, it was so sad that I could only put ten images in one post T~T

And Muriel definitely lives off the grid - I also remember another ask arcana that said in modern times he'd wear a cable knit sweater on top and leather pants and demonias on bottom and that works so well for him XD

Here's the screenshots since the links haven't been working:

[hunterofthemist]

Prime Directive

The Battleground lay silent, besides the gentle noise of machinery coming from a singular War Droid. Beside it lays its commander, the one it went into battle with.  

His labored breathing and gasping coughs happen less and less. The War Droid that the human affectionately called Aether attempted to tend to him, but the human stopped them.

"C'mon Aeth, you don't need to. Look at me, I'm done for here." He grunted as he pat the arm of the machine.

"Dan, I am equipped with high-grade medical supplies and training, I can help." Aether replied Robotically.

Dan holds onto Aether's arm, his grip getting looser by the second. "No can do buddy, Im tired and you know I'm a goner. just gimme some morphine and ill take a rest." Dan says, trying to hold on for just a little bit longer.

"Ok sir, but before I administer the morphine. What will my final order be?" Aether asks, the robotic voice cracking for a moment, sounding like sadness.

Dan lets go of Aethers arm, "Get to the evac point, you'll follow whoever is in command there."

"Yes Sir," He says as he injects Dan with morphine. "It was a pleasure serving alongside you Sir." He adds.

"It was, it truly was. Now go out there and kick some ass." Dan says as he smiles a bloody smile."

"G-goodbye Sir."  Aethers's voice module glitches. His programing would normally schedule a maintenance check for later, but he turns it off. turning around he begins jogging towards the evac point.

The sound of metal thumps against the ground is soon broken by the sound of helicopters and voices. He's made it.

Soldiers aim their weapons at him, but he identifies himself. "War Droid designation 204, code name Aether. I was sent here to administer aid and help with the evacuation effort."

A woman steps up, extending her hand to Aether. "First lieutenant, Maria Davidson. Glad to have you along, you can start helping load people onto the helicopters." Aether Accepts the handshake and proceeds to his designated task.

As he helps, he makes idle chatter with the soldiers. Once all the men and supplies are loaded onto the helicopters, He's about to climb aboard and get off the planet. grabbing the hand of a soldier he's been helping, they try to pull him aboard but a sound rings out and the look of the man holding onto him is that of surprise.

Severel shots ring out, some from the soldiers and others from the Dukov army that's just crested the hill. The one holding onto him gets shot in the arm, and it causes him to let go of Aether. A second later another shot hits him in the neck, splattering Aethers visor with blood.

Aether lands on his back, and the helicopters take off, leaving him behind. Another series of sounds go off, and the choppers get hit with powerful ordinance and all explode in a series of fireballs.

Wiping his visor he sees the blood, and closes a fist around it. "Diagnostic check: Partial damage to left arm. Objective check: None. Prime Directive: Protect Captain Da- FAILED." His code tells him.

Looking out at the devastation, another message comes. "New Objective, survey area for survivors, and rescue any found."

He does a life sign sweep, but Nothing is found. He does it again, once again nothing is found.

"N-no Objective, r-requesting or-orders." His glitches are getting worse.

The sound of the Dukov army is getting louder, they're approaching fast. Getting to his feet, Aether asks out into the air, to no one at all. "C-Captain D-Dan, Orders please?" An unmistakable tremor in his modulated voice.

"S-ir. What do I-I-I do?" His hands begin to tremble, he's unsure what's causing it.

"Hold Up, We've got one left. It seems unarmed, lets see if we can get information out of it." The voice of the Dukov commander shouts from not too far away.

Beep. A noise coming from Aether grabs his attention. "Operation Reach, Objective: Survive. Unlocking Failsafes and personality subroutines, Conscientia failsafe Offline."

A shock to the system, gaining self-awareness. The first thing Aether does is copy his own code, lack of fail-safes, and all to an external drive and attach it to an atmospheric Buoy, letting it fly up into the air.

As the oncoming force makes its way toward him, Aether is reminded of Dan. He would talk to Aether about history. Specifically military history, and famous last stands. "Guess I get to have one of my own, sir." He says, a smile in his voice.

As the forces get close, Aether raises his arms and lets the guns in them come out. the power of his guns rip through the first few dozen soldiers, they fall quickly.

Tchk Tchk the sound coming from his guns warns him that he's out, "shit." He responds to the annoyance of his lack of ammo, sapient for only 4 minutes and he's taking after his mentor.

As the bullets pelt his armor, sparking off in orange glows. He walks toward them. Slowly picking up speed and breaking into a sprint.

The Duvok forces expected a normal War Droid, with a look of cold calculation in its screen. Instead, they're facing one that's acting erratically, and the screen on its face is one of rage. Once it stopped firing they realized something, a sound was coming from it. As it sprinted towards them with fury in its LED eyes,  its screaming. The mechanical screech sent chills down their carapace.

Once Aether reached the mass of enemies, he started beating soldiers down. At this close of a range, bullets start penetrating his armor.

Each punch, each blow, more shots hit him. Warnings blared at him, telling him to relocate and repair himself. Some part of him wanted too, to fall back and try to survive. But another part, told him to press on.

"New Objective, Kill." He rewrites his own objective, suddenly as this order is sent to his systems all warnings stop.  

Now that his attention can be fully put on his enemy, he starts attacking them with more ferocity.

Blood and gore cover his armor, and even more, bullets penetrate through his armor. Oil poured out of him, his screens cracked. A stray shot ricocheted inside him, piercing a coolant pipe.

Now keenly aware of how quick he'll soon overheat and have his core detonate. A plan forms in his mind, and as soon as it does his extra armor plating comes out of him, covering him from fire. But slowing him down dramatically as his joints hardened.

A sound comes from his chest, his core is heating up. He pushes on, going towards a large mass of soldiers. He pushes on, ignoring the damage speeding up will cause his systems. As he begins running, metal begins cracking and shards fly off. "Not fast enough" He shouts at himself.

Sending all the extra energy from his overheating core to his legs, he breaks into a sprint toward them.

With each step, pieces of him shatter and fall apart. As he gets closer he sees them, a general. One of the 5 in the Davok army, killing them will be devastating to their armys stability.

His vision goes red, either from the several warnings now forcing themselves onto his vision or just from hatred. He's not sure.

As he gets close, he jumps towards them. several more shots hit him, but all are deflected or absorbed by the extra armor.

Landing ontop of the general, and extends his armor around him like a series of wings. "See you in Hell!" He growls at the general as he opens his chest cavity exposing his critical core, and reopens fuel lines closest to his surface and detonates himself.

The fuel catches fire, in the confined space of his fuel lines they explode, shattering the armor he dropped around him like wings and turning himself into a nuclear fragmentation bomb.

The explosion is deafening, and the shrapnel and parts go flying, shredding any soldier anywhere nearby.

after the detonation, the losses the Davok army faced, forced them to stay put and tend to the injured and wait for further orders now that their general was gone. But the nuclear signature from Aethers core detonating alarmed the Humans, and they sent in more and wiped the Davok off the planet.

With one of the 5 generals gone, the fighting power of the Davok army was reduced and was sent reeling. allowing humanity and its allies to turn the tide of the war, and only a year later peace treaties were signed and the war was over.

The planet, Klavor 9. Was eventually turned from an inhospitable desert, and into a frozen and gorgeous forest due to a failed terraforming project. Soon turned into a tourist attraction in the warmer summer months.

---------------------------------------------------- 58 years after Aethers detonation. ----------------------------------------------------

The light from the planet's star shined through the fabric of a tent, hitting a human man in the eyes and waking him up.

he grunts in annoyance and tries to sit up, but the weight on his chest holds him back. Looking down he sees an Umi holding onto him. "oh yea, forgot about you." he says to himself.

Slowly peeling them off of him, he starts to leave the tent and as he's about to close it the Umi speaks up. "Where are you going?" they say groggily, obviously still asleep.

"Setting up the fire again, and making some coffee. Go back to sleep." They say.

The Umi nods and lays back down, falling back asleep in seconds.

The human starts the fire and puts a pot of coffee on top. In the downtime, they listen to the forest, relaxing and watching the fire.

as they watch the fire a sound breaks their attention, as they turn to look at the sound they see something falling from the sky, and going through the trees not too far away.

Standing up off the log he's sitting on they start to walk towards it. Soon he sees it, an atmospheric buoy that's popped.

As he's inspecting the wreckage he hears the sound of running behind him. "Hey Dave, what was that?" The Umi says, now almost entirely fully awake and with a look of slight concern and intrigue.

"Oh, Kotzal. Your awake." Dave greets Kotzal. "It was an atmospheric buoy, that fell from the sky." Dave continued as he reached out and grabbed the buoy.

"Whats that on the clamp of the Buoy, it looks odd." Kotzal points out a strange device attached to the buoy.

Pulling off the device and inspecting it, Dave realizes its function. "Its an old external drive, I mean Old too. Not many devices can accept these types anymore, i'd need something else to read it. Dont have the stuff on hand." He answers, mostly to Kotzal. But also to himself.

Putting the drive in his coat pocket and hauling the buoy over his shoulder they walk back to camp, and enjoy the rest of their day.

[the-sun-princess]

Emi Plays Revue Starlight: El Dorado Part 1

yeah sure why not i'll reblog my thoughts. we'll see how it goes lol. i havent done a live reaction On Tumblr in Years. block #emi plays el dorado if u dont wanna see it

so their last summer....and ofc hikari has already disappeared. tsk

ah class B....are we just gon be a rando class B member that's fine. amemiya backstory! she kinda reminds me of mashiro and tomori lmao just kinda....sorta wrote stories/lyrics n then got urged to make them a real thing. not nearly as shy as them tho

....amemiya and masai and the teacher seem to be narrating from a first year standpoint despite us being shown the 3rd year classroom? lmao masai was a lil fangirl of amemiya's script. cute

huh masai says she wants to be a director but her og interest seems to be set design. which obv they go hand in hand but still

awwwww they fans of each otherrrrr cuuute. they both go 'partner pls? partner?' AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES. I never did think about class B's dorm situation lol.

ok yeh it is 1st year baby B's

i mean it wouldnt be starlight if it wasnt gay immediately. shion and kiriko like i Technically knew that but also i tend to mess up who is who. snort

amemiya just goin to 'masai' with 0 honorifics and when masai is taken aback she's like 'AM I MOVING TOO FAST?'

then masai just immediately goes with shion-chan lol

girls girls i already ship u ur killin me

tbf me shipping them has nothing to do with the VN lol. tho i might end up having to actually draw them for once

stop acting like summer is 'right before' the seisho festival its not i Know the stupid festival takes place late feb/early march

THEY HAVE A PET AXOLOTL?? gimme its name. now

masai is not a morning person. tho at least she slept ksjhksjdhf

el dorado is the new national troupe specialty huh....no wonder mahiru/maya/futaba prob wanted to do it

oo i wonder if sakura or her friends will be in this. or at least mentioned

opening time doo doo

YAY WE START WITH MAHIRU she wants salvatore it's her dream role. well. if im in charge mahiru. i agree. u can have it

maya wants alejandro

futaba salvatore. sorry futaba but since u three are the ones goin to the new national troupe whoever is the 3rd most important i'll give to you. or maya.

salvatore: mahiru, futaba, claudine, kaoruko, junna

alejandro: maya, nana, karen

so many people are going to go for claudine salvatore and maya alejandro first huh

kjhsf kaoruko wants salvatore bc as a kid futaba always gushed about the role. wants futaba to praise HER salvatore

damn nana are u that bitter about junna crushing u in your revue skjdhf i THINK this happens after the movie revues.

yeah this def happens after the movie revues since junna's actin diff than her lil showcase for the newbies. so is karen

sjkhf kaoruko wanted judy's role zulfikar. she does like bein the villain

mm so hikari Did go back to the royal academy. i mean i knew she went back to london but that doesnt mean she went back to the school. diff terms after all

i assume we're technically masai + amemiya in this so i am kinda interested in who the other chiefs are gon pick

alejandro salvatore

karen (didnt care til mahiru oops) futaba | (i THINK art?) nana | (lighting) mahiru (music) maya | (props) kaoruko (stage setting) claudine (production) junna (costume)

kjkjxh props chief maya didnt even AUDITION for salvatore but ok yeah wants her as alejandro now

music chief gushing over mahiru :)

truly mahiru has the best appeal

u cannot follow up a vote for mahiru with a vote for KAORUKO kjhjhdf

kaoruko's niceness doesnt often feel Genuine lmao

alrighty now I get to choose

WHY IS MAHIRU V NANA CROSSED OUT. EXCUSE ME. THIS IS WHAT I ORIGINALLY WANTED TO DO FIRST. E X C U S E M E

starlight sure knows how to be homophobic to Me Specifically

well now i dont even care so whatever i guess i'll just go down the list.

i am upsetti spaghetti

mahiru angy. same

poor futaba gets the shortest stick tho even when she's a lead role she's not the one she auditioned for.

snort nana sounds in awe that junna's salvatore. maya meanwhile is like 'aijo-san if u dont give it ur all i will kill you'

so kaoruko is lord cavallero. papa. futaba is carmencita-

....how tho. nana's miguel. snort. futaba shoots back with a 'it seems fitting youre an assassin' which is hilarious

claudine is columbus, maya is luigi

that does leave mahiru as isobel but no ones metioned it and now im even grumpier. how dare. evil.

:( no its not that jun jun-

kjhkjfhsf junnna

'stop with the gay drama already i s2g'

YEA CALL HER OUT JUNJUN

skjfhsf gon get revenge for karen beating her TWICE at the auditions. valid. i support u junna

junna: i'm vindictive and stubborn like that karen: aha you really are junna: >:O

well that's enough for now

part 2>>

[baileypie-writes]

Hi! I started watching Delicious Party Precure and I absolutely love Rosemary!

Could you write a Rosemary x Male!Reader who works at Yui's restaurant and after getting to know each other for awhile, Reader finally confesses by making Rosemary some kind of food with a heart drawn on it or something as a way to ask him out?

Take care!

(The picture is just an example so don't feel any pressure to base it on this ^^)

A/N ~ Sure! Raaah this idea is so cute! The example picture is super cute, so that’s what I went with. Hope you enjoy!

~Heart Omelette~

Rosemary x Male!Cook!Reader

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Fandom: Delicious Party♡Precure

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Male

Relationship: Platonic to Romantic

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Synopsis: You wanted to confess your love to Rosemary. So you decided that the best way to do so was with a bento box.

Warnings: Cringe(I think this every time I write a confession scene haha)

~Masterlists~

~Delicious Party♡Precure Masterlist~

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The sound of sizzling filled the kitchen as you worked hard to create your masterpiece. You never took your eyes off the omelette in the pan, wanting to make sure that it turned out perfect. You were so focused, that you didn’t notice the three girls enter the kitchen.

“Hey, (name)! Watcha doin’?” A familiar, enthusiastic voice, which you recognized to be Ran Hanamichi’s, called out.

You jumped, the omelette nearly flipping out of the pan. You quickly saved it, letting out a sigh of relief. “Hey!” You said naturally, trying to play it off. “Gimme just a second, I gotta get this out.”

You heard three little “Okay.”s, so you continued. You picked up the pan, and scooted a bento box closer to you. You carefully picked up the golden yellow omelette, and placed it into the biggest space. Lastly, you closed the lid to keep its freshness.

“Alright.” You turned around. As expected, Yui, Fuwa and Ran were waiting behind you. “What is it, girls?”

“We were just wondering what you were doing. The restaurant is closed today, but you’re working. Why?” Yui responded.

“Oh, yes. I asked your parents if I could use the kitchen, and they said yes. So here I am.” You said, praying that they didn’t ask any more questions.

“What are you making? It must be special, since you’re using this kitchen.” Fuwa asked.

“It looks like a bento box. Who’s it for?” Ran added.

You cringed, your prayers having not been answered. “It’s for me.” You lied.

“But you never make bentos for yourself. You usually just get takeout for lunch.” Yui said.

You were getting really nervous now.

“Ooh! I know! You’re making it for someone else aren’t you?” Ran said, her tone becoming mischievous. “Someone special?” The other two girls made faces of realization.

You sighed, giving up. “Okay, fine. Yes, it’s for someone. It’s for Rosemary.”

All three girls gasped. “No way! You like Mari?” Yui asked in shock.

“Uh, yeah! Haven’t you noticed? It was so obvious!” Ran said.

“I haven’t.” Fuwa added.

Ran’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “How?!”

“Girls!” You cut them off. “Yes, I like Mari. But you can’t tell him! I have to do it, okay? So promise me you’ll keep it a secret.”

All three girls hummed and nodded. Ran even made the motion of zipping her mouth shut, and locking it. “Thanks.” You sighed. “Now, I gotta finish this. So why don’t you guys run along, okay?” You said.

“Okay! C’mon guys, let’s go. Good luck, (name)!” Yui said, and the girls all left.

You let out a sigh, and turned back to the counter. The omelette was done. Now, you had to make the rest. Working at Yui’s parents’ restaurant gave you an advantage when it came to cooking. They were so kind, that they allowed you to use the kitchen whenever you wanted, just as long as you asked first.

It was actually working at the restaurant that lead you to meet Mari. He hangs out with the girls a lot, so he visited pretty much every day. You always thought he was so kind, and handsome. Becoming friends with him only proved your little crush on him further. However, you wanted to wait until the two of you became really close to confess. Which was now. So there you were, making a bento for him.

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The bento box was finally almost done. Now, all you had to do was draw on the heart. Grabbing a bottle of ketchup, which just happened to be Mari’s favorite brand, you carefully squeezed a large heart on top of the omelette. You held your breath the entire time, not wanting to mess it up. And it was a success. When you stepped back, you were proud of your work. You just hoped Mari liked it.

You closed the lid, and went out to find him. It was near lunch time, so you hoped to catch him before he ate.

The entire time you looked for him, you were nervous. All you could think about was if he would like the bento. You were worried it was dumb. After all, from what you’ve seen, it was mostly girls who made bentos for their crushes, not guys. But you figured that it was good to break the stereotypical gender roles. So you just held your head high, even though you were still panicking on the inside.

Turning a corner on the street, you jumped, and nearly dropped the food when you saw Mari. “Oh, (name)! Good evening!” He greeted cheerfully.

“Hey, Mari!” You said, trying to act natural. “Have you eaten lunch yet?”

“No, not yet. I was actually on my way to find a restaurant to eat at.” He responded, looking around at the endless options that Oishiina Town had to offer.

“Oh, great! I actually have something for you.” You clutched the box tightly.

“Oh, for me? Aw you shouldn’t have!” Mari gushed, his hands cupping both sides of his face in his bashfulness.

“C’mon, let’s go find a bench.” You said, and began walking, to which Mari followed.

It didn’t take long to find one, as a town with many places to eat have to have places to sit down and enjoy the food. You and Rosemary sat down, and you mentally prepared yourself for what was to happen next. “Here you go. I made it myself.” You said, handing the box to him.

“Ooh, a bento! Thank you, (name).” He said. As his hands began lifting the lid, you held your breath.

A small cloud of steam escaped when the box was opened, showing off the food’s freshness. And of course with that, the heart on the omelette was also revealed. “How cute! It’s a heart!” Mari said excitedly, pointing to it.

“Haha, yeah.” You cleared your throat, and placed a gentle hand on his, which made him turn to look at you. “Mari, I made you this bento because I like you a lot. So… would you like go out with me?” You got straight to the point, not wanting to die from nervousness longer than you had to.

Mari was already wearing blush, but his face turned an even darker shade of pink. Small tears peaked through the corners of his eyes, showing that he was emotional. “Yes, of course!” He wrapped an arm around you, while his other hand still held the bento. “You really made this all for me? You care about me that much?” He cried.

“Yeah! I really wanted to show how how much I like you, haha.” You said happily, hugging back. “So go on. Don’t let it get cold!” You gestured to the food.

“Alright!” He clapped his hands together, and closed his eyes. “Thank you for the food, and thank you for my new boyfriend!” He gave you a big smile after opening his eyes, which you returned. You held each other’s hands while Mari grabbed the fork, and took the first bite.

At that moment, an omelette Recipepe appeared. This one was extra happy. Because not only did it come from good food, but it also came from new, powerful love.

“Wow, it’s so good!” Mari said.

“I’m so glad! And I’m also glad that you said yes.” You said, clutching his hand a bit tighter.

“Well of course I did!” He set the fork and bento down next to him. “I love you, after all!” He then kissed you passionately on the lips. You didn’t expect it, but nonetheless, you returned it.

The Recipepe became even happier, now soaring through the air as high as its tiny wings could take it. Its feelings were amplified from the power of the food becoming greater. This was, of course, because the bento gave birth to a new, unforgettable memory.

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~~baileypie-writes

[citrusreadstoa]

Reading The Burning Maze: Chapter 1 (SPOILERS)

"To Melpomene, the Muse of Tragedy / I hope you're pleased with yourself" Melpomene is laughing in the distance. She's very pleased.

"NO. I refuse to share this part of my story." Oki doki. *closes book* We're done for the day. Jkjkjk he's just embarassed.

"In these pages, only suffering awaits." I love suffering! Gimme more!

"across pits of darkness and around lakes of poison" We were lied to. The Labyrinth is not any less malicious than before. Does this sound like a tamer Labyrinth to you?

"Except that our cloven guide, the satyr Grover Underwood, did not seem to know the way." You think the satyr that is terrified of the underground knows his way around the underground? Y'all delusional. You want a Labyrinth guide, get Rachel. I'm assuming Grover will be of more help later on if and when they go into the Labyrinth again.

"The bumps of his horns were clearly visible beneath the hat." What happened to the rasta cap? I guess everyone needs a change of pace now and then.

"Like... cacti." Like saguaro cacti?! Like the cacti the Erymanthian Boar ate when it dropped the questing party off at the junkyard of the gods?! The lands of scorching death line is killing me, man.

"I just didn't think we'd be wandering around down here for two days." How can you be sure it's been two days? Percabeth got stuck in the Labyrinth for a couple minutes and a full hour passed outside. Please tell me you've been keeping track whenever you poke out into the regular world.

"Perhaps I was too brusque," BRUSQUE (adj.): abrupt or offhand in speech or manner

"And plenty of our own fires." . . . "Best not to talk about it... here." Grover! If we're all gonna die, we need to know so we can make the best of our last days on this Earth! Are the walls listening or something? Don't you dare tell me yet another shoulda-been-dead person is controlling this damn maze again.

"His expression turned wistful," Idk about you, but I would not be wistful about almost dying in a living maze where no one but the walls will hear me scream.

"perhaps coffee and lemon-maple cronuts" CRONUT (n.): (paraphrasing Wikipedia) Invented and trademarked in 2013 by French pastry chef Dominique Ansel, the Cronut is a doughnut-like pastry made from croissant-like dough, filled with flavored cream, and fried in grapeseed oil.

"I wanted to believe my powers were simply recharging." Storybook characters never catch the cold. Fantasy characters' powers are never "just recharging."

"I couldn't even remember the taste of ambrosia, or the names of my sun-chariot horses, or the face of my twin sister, Artemis." That is incredibly concerning. We're talking about something he ate every day, horses he saw and drove every day, and his twin sister with whom he grew up and spent time with -- all three of these every day for thousands of years. His memory deteriorates along with his powers? It's this bad?!

"across the corridor in front of us roared a sheet of yellow fire," Eyyy, cover art!

"But we've wandered into his part of the maze." The Triumvirate's part. The part that belongs to the third emperor. "SCREEE!" The cry of a giant fire-breathing basilisk, I bet. Or a giant fire-breathing cockroach. Serpents and roaches?

"Some sort of avian creature." Giant flying fire-breathing basilisks! Oh wait, the owls. Right. Owls on the cover.

"Grover whipped out his panpipe . . . Meg knelt before the seeds" Super Gardening Bros! Wahoo!

"using its thick black tongue" Do owls have tongues that long? "My sight grew fuzzy. My knees turned to rubber." Does it sap his energy by drinking his blood?

"Strix" That word means nothing to me. I know jack diddly squat about strixes. "Well, killing it could be a problem." Can never kill monsters these day. All endangered species this and invulnerable hide that. Back in my day, you just sliced its head off and that was that.

"giggle nectar" I'm sorry? You tellin' me that the divine equivalent of anesthesia is officially, professionally, and canonically called giggle nectar?

"K-killing the bird will curse you" So it's an arai-lite.

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gimme ur hottest take about the Kung Fu Panda universe pls

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST RANDOM ASK EVER LOVE IT

i do have to rewatch the trilogy tbh, but i guess there r a lot of things that come to mind that kinda make me go "uhhhh this couldve been better" but theyre kinda small things. now hot takes? thats a different story altogether

i think maybe my hottest take would be: master oogway couldve totally prevented so much pain n suffering, right in the first movie with tai lung but also in the rest, but chose not to. i feel like the idea of a destiny or a prophecy is always a double-edged sword when theres a master/seer character involved; because on one hand they know what will happen, theyre the ones with the most context n information, so they know how to stop bad things from happening; but on the other hand, should they? if this is the prophecy or whatever, should they? and in terms of these masters/mentors characters, they never do, because this is how its done

but i also think thats very bullshit, and my fave thing is breaking the rules of old. which we thought had happened in the first movie but i think we actually find out later on that pandas have a lot of spiritual connection? so master oogway probably already knew that po wouldnt need to "prove himself", he knew po would be a kung fu master in no time.

so i gues my hottest take is that, as far as i can remember, they never address this. they never address how master oogway literally knew all this shit, or probably did, and in the name of destiny or whatever it was, he didnt. imo, tai lung shouldnt have died, in fact, i dont even think all that shit shouldve happened if master oogway had gotten off his high horse and just told tai lung the truth, damn tradition, damn all that, tai lung was killing people. even before that, it was obvious he was going to explode. and master oogway couldve stopped it. but didnt. and that makes him, imo, one of the cruelest characters in the kung fu panda universe

thats my hot take ig. again i have not re watched in a long time, maybe they did talk abt this but yh