#i get to catch up on books though thats nice

[brainman1987]

Apologies friends for the lack of art (in the last two days I believe) in my area we have ha da few power outages due to heavy rain! I would post more art but as of now I have no access to Wi-Fi for my tablet and I have the worst lighting and shittiest camera for traditional arts. I hope you can understand (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

Have these doodles I made while the power was not out instead

[angelicblondie]

fwb!rafe x meanprincess!reader

you knew you werent allowed to be jealous - that wasnt fair, and it certainly wasnt part of rafe and yours agreement.

and you knew it wasnt rational - you didnt even know why you were jealous. it wasnt like you had feelings for rafe, he was you best friend. so the two of you had fun every now and then and hooked up, he was still only just your best friend. in fact. he was really just looking out for you, making sure that you were getting the pleasure you deserved, that no one but him could give you. it was a solid arrangement, and you wouldnt change it anyways.

so what if you wanted to hold on a little tighter after he pleased you? so what if you liked it when he stayed later to watch a movie? so what if you liked it when he bought you things? these were normal things that best friends did, or at least thats what rafe told you.

but you were mad right now, and all you wanted to do was leave this stupid party rafe dragged you to.

rafe had left you alone for just a few minutes with his friends, and you didn't mind at all, enjoying the company of the two boys quite a lot. top and kelce were like brothers to you after all these years, and you thought they were the funniest boys in the obx. you were having fun, but then you turned you head to the drinks table where rafe was, surround by a literal swarm of girls. and the worst part, was he looked like he was enjoying it. you huffed with a narrow of you brows and turned your attention away from the scene, not wanting rafe to catch you looking.

you mind ran wild. what was he doing? why was he enjoying all that attention when you gave him all of yours and then some? were you not good enough for him?

you decided to play it cool, continuing your conversation with the other boys. eventually rafe came back, sitting right next to you as he was before, and handing you a drink. feeling petty, you look at the drink and scrunch your nose up, then shake your head, turning back to top and kelce. rafe scoffed, rolling his eyes, and set your drink on the table in front of him, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back against the couch, his arm resting on the cushion behind you.

you pretty much ignored rafe the whole rest of the night, and you could feel him growing frustrated beside you. rafe cleared his throat before speaking. "I've gotta take this one home, boys, curfew."

you narrow you eyes and open your mouth to oppose, but rafe sends you a withering stare and you decide against it, saying your goodbyes as rafe drags you out.

he huffs, bending down with his hands on your biceps, his expression hardened. "ok, what the fuck was that all about?"

you eyes narrow. "nothing."

he scoffs. "bull shit. why'r you actin like a brat?"

the annoyed pout on you face spoke for itself. "nothing, its just that if you wanna fuck other girls, thats fine, but i'd rather you tell me so I could get checked for whatever weird shit they're carrying around".

rafe face lights in realization and he drops his hands from your arms, running them down his face with an amused smile, shaking his head in subtle laugher.

you pout, spurred on by his sudden amusement. "what?" you snap.

he finishes his laughter, crossing his arms. "no, nothin, its just - I just get it now. i get your lil problem."

you cross your arms, mirroring him. "do you?" you ask sassily.

he chuckles, walking right in front of you, leaning down to be face to face. "sweetie, if you were feelin a lil territorial, just say that," he says, his voice quiet and cocky. his hands traveled to your waist, giving it a good squeeze.

you feel more enraged and you scoff, pushing him away (though he barely budges). "get the fuck over yourself, rafe, god!" you exclaim.

rafe grabs your wrist in a tight grip, the smile disappearing from his face. "hey, no no no. none'a that. was tryin t'be nice but guess thats out of the books, huh princess?" you pout at his condescending tone but don't speak, knowing it would only dig you in a deeper hole.

"y'know that I wasn't gunna fuck any of those girls. we were j'talkin," he explains, his voice coming across level, almost as if he was trying to dumb down his tone.

at his words, you roll your eyes, which causes rafe to tug harder on your wrists. "hey, stop," he scolds sternly. "m'not fuckin anyone else, hear me? so stop being such a little brat about it. god, makes me wonder why I fuckin put up with you."

his words trigger a pout, and you tug again at your wrist, trying to free them. "quit it, rafe, i hear you."

"nuh-uh, dont think y'hearin me," he responds, his features softening up the slightest, "how bout this, huh? i take you back to tannyhill, make y'feel real good, and then you know for sure that m'not fuckin with anyone else? how does that sound baby?"

you werent sure if it was the suggestion, or the way he called you baby that made you agree, but all you knew is that you ended the night with rafe, feeling much more confident that he wasnt, and wouldnt, fuck any other girl in the obx but you.

[thetxtdevil]

Playdate with Kitty Tyun

Cat!Taehyun x Puppy!Reader

quick thought, nsfw/mdni, hybrid content, mostly gender neutral

you and tae weren't great friends at first. his cat instincts instantly did not understand the energetic, happy go lucky puppy side of you. did not like how loud you were, your feet stomped everywhere, even your tail wagged loudly. you of course try hard to be at least acquaintances since your owners were friends with one another. it wasn't like you were too fond of tyun either. his stupid pretty face, how his shiny hair was getting too long that it was hiding the nice chocolate color of his pointy ears, he was so annoying with his smarts telling you what to do.

you'd always rebel with his commands, but one day you finally cave in. you were being loud and dancing everywhere mostly because you were bored. "Y/N! just sit down and read a book." tae says smacking the cushion next to him. you sigh flobbing down, "what book do i read though?" tae tosses a book to you, one that seemed to be opened a few too many times. the spine was bent to the point the pages were about to fall out, you scoff but decided to read.

after that you really enjoyed your quiet, scholarly reading time with tyun. you had a positive outcome from it because after you both finish a book you two have a discussions about it. you enjoy the smooth tone of tae's voice and how his tail swishes behind him when he does something he enjoys.

one wintery day, both of your owners decided to go out and leave you two at home. the place was cold, all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and nap, but tyun insisted that you should read a book he finished, so you did. tired eyes drag across the words and something seems off. was it because tae let you sit right up against him? or was it because this book he gave you was a... romance genre???

his tail sways, every so often swirling around your shoulder catching onto your hair. your eyes begin to read the words faster and faster. you start to shift in your spot. "you can get more comfortable," he says. you trusted him and snuggled closer to him, legs draped over his, your arm looped around his causing the cat to purr. you smile at him softly and he lets you pet his soft brown ears. however, the more you read, the more you couldn't settle. this book, it's- it's smut...

too invested by the book you miss the mischievous grin on tae's face. he glances to you, then to your thighs which were instinctively rubbing together, he could smell you. "what's wrong puppy, don't like the book you're reading?"

"oh no its quite good," you say with an innocent smile, but you really wanted to scream your lungs out, yelling at the man as to why he gave you porn in book format.

"oh really??" tyun tosses his book to the side, his hands graze your thighs making you shiver, "is it just good to read or is it doing something else?" you gasp at his touches, you felt needy before, but now you really need his touches to go further.

one thing leads to another, and now both books are long forgotten, and both of you were naked. tyun swiftly flips you on your stomach and manhandles your hips up showing off your ass to him. "oh puppy, so sensitive to just a few words," he say as his hard cock grinds against you, "what are you going to do when a cat breeds you?"

all you do is whine, thats all you could do as tae shoves your face down into the cushions. his nibble fingers graze your puppy ears making a shiver run down your spine. then his hands stroke up your back and grabs your wagging tail causing you to yelp. your arms lift you up so that you could turn your head and yell at him. when you do so your words lose themselves as you notice his tail swishing behind him telling you he likes this. before you could say anything about that he shoves his dick into you leaving no time to get used to the sharp pain. fucking you dumb, tears and drool seep into the cushions. tyun's fast pace slows down, he leans over your back and that is when you feel his canines puncture the skin of your shoulder making you cum the same time as him.

yeah,,, you two didn't know how to explain the mess you made when your owners came back, but at least you two had another thing to agree on.

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

taglist: @inkigayocamman, @naoristerling, @soobabby

[mxqdii]

nott into you - m.s

pairings: nott reader x mattheo riddle

summary: reader's brother is theodore nott and develops feelings for his best friend mattheo

warning(s): drinking, brief makeout drugs.

not proofread

FRIDAY:

my hands tangled in his hair, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes filling my senses, everything just feels right.

it's funny how a week can change everything.

okay! i know this looks really wrong, but i can explain.. let's go back to where this all started, monday.

-1 WEEK PRIOR.-

MONDAY:

i sit in potions, bored as ever at snapes lesson, feeling eyes on me.

i look over seeing mattheo riddle staring, which isn't totally weird, considering we've been friend's since first year, just abnormal.

this time it's different though, like some weird tension in the air, i feel as if red smoke is filling my lungs and calling out mattheo's name.

snapping out of it, i clear my throat and focus my attention onto the horribly boring, lesson

the class ends sooner than later and i take my time to collect my stuff, not noticing mattheo waiting for me.

i head to the door and meet eyes with him

"waiting for me, riddle?" i question and his lips curl upwards

"i might be, walk with me will you?" he asks and i nod, following wherever he's going.

"i noticed you staring" i mumble

"yeah and i noticed you drooling" he says and i scoff

"you think too highly of yourself riddle" i professed

"mmh i'm not so sure about that, have you met your brother?" he adds on and i realize

my brother, shit.

this flirty banter shouldn't even be happening right now, considering if theo saw he would absolutely loose his shit.

"yeah thats theo, uh- anyways i gotta go, nice talking to you riddle!-" i say in a rush, walking the other direction.

TUESDAY:

i hear the door open and look up seeing pansy, i'm currently in the slytherin common room working on some extra homework.

"hey" she says, plopping down next to me

"hey pans whats up?" i ask, putting my books down.

"okay so, i know this is a long shot.. buuuttt, there's a party tomorrow and before you say no just please please think about going!" she says the last part really fast and i laugh

"who's throwing it?" i question and she squints her eyes

"we are..?" she mumbles and my eyes widen

"pansy what!?!" i yell

"okay i know it seems bad, but some first years accidentally heard me saying how slytherin parties are the best and one thing led to another and all of a sudden i had to prove it was true and now everyones expecting a party tomorrow night and i need your help!" she rambles and i sigh

"fine."

later that day, i cross paths with mattheo again.

who cares what my brother thinks or wants for me, it's my life.

"hey mattheo, sorry about yesterday" i say with a smile and he nods

"don't worry about it sweetheart" the name makes my cheeks flush.

we kinda just stand there looking into eachothers eyes for a moment, i'm not sure how it was, but i definitely looked full of lust.

he moves closer to my ear, whispering

"you're drooling again"

i roll my eyes throwing in a, "you wish"

WEDNESDAY:

the party is all set up, and it took HOURS.

me and pansy had to rush right when classes ended to get everything ready

we're supposed to start the party in an hour but before doing that, me and my friendgroup decided to have a little fun

me, pansy, theo, mattheo, draco, enzo and blaise decided to play a friendly game of truth or dare before letting anyone else in.

"y/n" enzo says and i let out a shakey breath, not noticable enough for anybody to hear though.

"yes enzo?" i respond, eyeing him in anticipation

"what'a a dirty secret you've been hiding lately?" he asks and i smirk

maybe i could fuck with these people in a way that wouldn't expose me, but in a way... would?

"well enzo, so glad you asked. recently there has been someone catching my eye... someone who's off limits, someone i'm not allowed to touch, you could call it forbidden, but i prefer the term secrecy." i say with a smug smile, avoiding any and all eye contact with mattheo

before anyone has time to say anything, the clock chimes and the doors to the common room open, the room flooding with people from all different houses.

the rest of the night was kinda a blur, except for the end of it.

i'm too drunk to even function right now, feeling vulnerable and anxious.

god this is why i don't go to parties.

"hey beautiful" a random gryffindor says and i make a face of disgust

"jus' leave me alone" i say in hopes of peace, turning around to walk away, but instead he grabs my wrist.

i turn back to look at him seeing the no-good look on his face

"oh no" i mumble

"are you gonna like.. do bad thing's to me" i ask

i'm never drinking again i feel like an idiot.

"you just consented to it so i might as well huh baby?" he says and i groan.

"i actually have a-" without thinking i grab someones hand, anyone to get me out of this situation would be great

"mattheo?" i say looking up, seeing its him who i grabbed

well, i was going to say boyfriend but mattheo works too.

the gryffindor boy's expression quickly changes from being in control to being scared shitless.

i'm too hazy to even feel right, not paying attention to the bickering mattheo is doing, the way he's absolutely screaming at this boy.

my hand tugs mattheos arm, causing him to look down at me

"mattheo please- just get me out of here" i say, leaning onto his arm.

fuck i'm not supposed to feel like this

THURSDAY:

the last thing i remember, is mattheo dragging me out of that party.

i think he was carrying me? or was it theo? i don't really remember.

i turn over, opening my eyes seeing mattheo next to me

what the fuck.

"g'morning princess" he says and i wince, feeling the light hit my face.

"what time is it?" i ask and see him look over to his bedside table

"like 10" he says and my eyes widen as much as they can.

"it's thursday mattheo we have class!' i yell, attempting to get up

his arm lightly pushes me down

"you need to rest, do you remember what happened last night?" he asks and i shake my head

"you were drugged and you passed out." he mumbles and my eyes widen

"who the fuck drugged me??" i exclaim

"i don't know" he says and i sigh, thinking about last night trying to remember anything i can.

i don't even realize how close me and mattheo are, the way he's shirtless and the way the sun hits his eyes, his morning voice, his soft sheets.

i look down seeing me in his shirt and i quirk an eyebrow which he notices

"no don't worry uh- pansy changed you not me" he reassures and i smile.

the rest of the day we end up just talking and laughing in his dorm, only leaving for food and water.

i gotta admit, it is awfully suspicious me leaving with him last night and waking up in his dorm, now us ditching and spending the whole day together.

but like i said before, i don't care what my brother thinks.

FRIDAY:

i'm currently getting lectured by snape for missing class and i can't help but let my mind wander to mattheo

lately, thats been all my mind is full of.

the tension has been getting thicker and my desire for him has been getting needier.

i need to tell him.

i rush out of snapes lecture as soon as he's finished, rushing to the common room.

what am i even doing, i'm being way too impulsive right now, it's fine i only live once, i have to do this. i tell myself

i reach the common room and run upstairs, knocking on mattheos dorm frantically

he opens the door and i smile, suddenly feeling all of my words leave my mind, going completely blank

then i remembered, i dont need words to tell him what i need.

without thinking, i grab his cheek and kiss him, it definitely caught him by surprise, but it did for me too.

without breaking the kiss, he leads me inside and closes the door, pinning me against it.

my hands tangled in his hair, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes filling my senses, everything just feels right.

an abrupt knock interrupts us, mattheos hand covering my mouth

"dude come on, snape is pissed you missed class and his lecture, we gotta go" a voice comes from the other side of the door.

fuck, it's my brother.

a/n: let me know if u guys want a part 2<3

[bluehourbucky]

Nice Jacket

pairing: chubbybaker!bucky x fbiker!reader

summary: you pick up bucky from work for the first time on your 6 month anniversary

a/n: many many thoughts about soft bucky none are coherent :))) also I don't know anything about bikes so bare with me fudhdhd

/ main / bucky /

18+ only

no minors please

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Bucky has been acting weird for a while now and Steve and Sam have been going over what he could be so secretive about. They got nothing. He's singing, dancing and making heart shaped pastry but they haven't seen him outside of the bakery like ever.

He couldn't be in love could he? Bucky rejected at least three people this month alone.

"Hey Steve, could I ask you to close up tonight I promise I'll make it up to you."

Steve lifts a brow because Bucky almost never leaves early.

"Uh sure but why? It isn't like you to leave early?"

Bucky blushes but quickly tries to cover it up with a cough.

"Mygirlfirendispickingmeupforourdate." bucky says all in one breath very quietly. He's not sure why he won't tell his friends. Maybe it's because he doesn't want to jinx it as it has been a few years since his last serious relationship so he wants to hold onto it for a little while.

"What?"

"Just need you to close up please." Bucky begs and Steve just nodds.

Time quickly passes, and Bucky gets a text that you'll be there in 10. He's not the fastest when it comes to getting off work. There's always something that catches his eye before he leaves, but right now, he's out of his work clothes in no time.

"How do I look? Do I have flour in my hair?"

Steve smirks when he realises Bucky is going on a date.

"Hard to look at, punk. And no you do not have flour in your hair."

Bucky shoves Steve and flips him off.

Thats when they hear a loud roar of bikes in front of the bakery.

"Which one is yours?" Natasha asks you lifting her visor.

"The hot one." you simply reply looking at the men though the window taking your helmet off.

"That doesn't help you know? They're both hot."

You roll your eyes.

"Do you think the jacket is too much?" You look back at the box at the end of your bike a leather jacket you've prepared for Bucky as his present. You've customised it with the patches of your biker gang and some other patches from his favorite band and his favourite books. There's also his last name on the back in big white letters. You hope one day you'll get the same thing on your jacked but that's just wishful thinking.

"I gotta go see ya later punk. Thanks for the help." Bucky taps Steve's shoulder before he leaves.

"You can leave now." You tell Natasha, who's being a menace and just won't leave until she meets your Bucky.

"When do I get to meet him?" Natasha groans, Bucky is all you talk about and she didn't think you could get so soft and giggly about a guy she's never seen it before, usually you're indifferent to the guys you date. But with Bucky oh it's all about Bucky, the blue of the sky is not as pretty his eyes, the cakes you eat are not as good as Buckys, anyways you get the point.

"But-" She's cut off by you turning on her bike and pushing her to leave, you'll deal with the teasing later tonight is special so, no one is meeting anyone tonight.

You run up to Bucky when he exits the bakery and jump into his arms, he smells incredible his cologne mixed with sweet smell of bakery brings you so much comfort.

"Hey, handsome." your arms still around his middle nails softly scratching his back.

"Hi doll." he looks at you smiling, moving a strand of hair that has fallen.

"Ready to go?"

"Ready."

You sit on your bike and wait for Bucky to sit behind you, he carefully sits behind your wrapping his big strong arms around you and you feel right at home.

Bucky will never forget the first time you took him for a ride on your bike, he was so nervous as he's never been on one before. He was holding onto you like his life dependented on it, which at that moment it felt like it did. He's kept his eyes closed for most of the ride, Bucky thought it was embarrassing but you reassured him that it's okay.

The second time Bucky was even more embarrassed than the first as he suddenly turned into a horny teen and got a hard on when you kept putting your hand on his thigh every time you stopped at a red light and the constant vibrations and moving didn't help. And again you told him that it's fine and that you didn't think it was embarrassing.

By now, he's already used to it, and he loves going on rides with you. He loves kissing you when he's balancing the bike, your legs over his thighs, your hands in his hair pulling him closer.

Bucky looks at the city around him it's always busy, always crowded. He smiles to himself when he sees you're taking the route to get out of the city, he doesn't know where but wherever you take him he'll be fine with it.

It takes less than an hour to arrive at your destination, you stop at a resting spot in the middle of nowhere. Just one table that looks out to the city, it's there susually for travelers that need to rest and be on their way. Tonight it's luckly empty.

"We're here!" you step off the bike and take your helmet off, then help Bucky take his off as it always gets stuck for some reason, the reason being Bucky likes you taking it off for him as he always gets to hold your waist because you have to get on your tippy toes to pull it off.

"I picked up some wraps from your favourite place, I hope they haven't gotten cold." you say as you're trying to hide the jacket that takes 80% of the box.

"You didn't have to do that. Thank you, doll."

"It's nothing." you also take the drinks and put them on the table. Bucky and you sit on the bench turned to look at the city line.

"Happy 6 months to us."

"Happy 6 months. Hope I get to spend many more with you." Bucky replies, and you blush.It isn't something you expected to hear, it's not like you don't want that too with Bucky, but you didn't think he felt the same way.

Bucky starts to panic when you don't reply, he scared you, he knows that you two haven't been together for a long time but he's never been more sure about anything or anyone else before.

"Listen I-" you cut him off with a kiss and tell him to wait.

"Uh I know we said no gifts but... I got this for you, you don't have to wear it and I can take these off." You shyly present the black leather jacket and Bucky takes it from your hands and puts it on immediately.

"I love it! How do I look?"

"Very handsome." you pull him in for a kiss turns into much more, he holds your neck, deepening the kiss.

Hours pass and you switch between making out and talking and Buckys fingers find their way inside your jeans and your hands find themselves in his jeans too.

As much as Bucky is shy in public he's totally opposite in private, he's needy he's loud and you enjoy it so much.

"My friends want to meet you. Apparently I'm obsessed with you and they wanna give you the talk."

"You are obsessed with me through." You hit Buckys shoulder and he holds it groaning in pain.

"Ouch. I'm obsessed with you too."

It's quiet for a while but it's not the awkward silence you're just enjoying each others company, your head on Buckys chest, you playing with his fingers.

"Thanks for the jacket doll. I'll wear it every day gotta show it off it's really cool."

And true to his word the next morning he wears the same jacket to work and Steve and Sam are all up in his business at 6 in the morning.

"Nice jacket where'd you get it?" Sam teases and Bucky does a turn to show it off.

"My girlfriend got it for me and she customised it."

"Someone is willingly spending time with you? I have to meet this brave soul"

"Shut up Sam."

[The end]

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[automaticpizzahologram]

I'm not German or speak German so sorry if I translate it wrong just blame Google translate

Both bill and the reader are 16

" Hallo i-ich bin y/n" ( hello I'm y/n).

I say, well try to say. I'm trying to learn German by myself just for something to do. I don't think I will ever need it but it's gonna be awesome to say I can speak more than one language and that's German, plus German people have amazing accents that make them sound fantastic.

I sit on the swings staring down and the miniature sized book in my hands . Even though I'm swinging slightly the swing still  screeches . It's not the best park, it has a broken roundabout that barely spins, the slide gives kids burns no matter what you wear. The over flowing bin thats full of beer bottles and other stuff I probably don't want to know about.

Everything in the park has worn out, dull paint on it. It looks like no one has been in for years and that's kinda true ever since the new park was added all the younger kids go there, it's in the nicer part of town as well.

It seems as though only drug addictics, drunkes and some teens go to this park now which is normally at night so sometimes I get this place all to myself.

My eyes quickly skim the page.

"alright so they pronounce their 'w' 's as v' s. So wine would be vine?" I look up to the clear blue sky and sigh. Closing the book I put it on the floor. I pick up my phone from the ground and skip my music till I find a more upbeat song, I place my phone back on to the floor then I start to swing getting higher and higher.

I sit swinging for about 45 minutes being in my own little world while listening to music watching the world go by. I slowly slow down draging my feet on the gravel and pull myself to a stop. I slip off my headphones and place them around my neck. Jumping of of the swing I bend down and pick up my book, phone and my bottle of water, I place my phone into my Jeans pocket. I start to head out of the park when I drop my waterbottle . I reach down stretching my arm out ready to grab the bottle when another hand beats me to it. I look up at the person ready to say thank you and I'm met with a really pretty, tall, skinny boy with longish black hair. 

" Thanks, you didn't have to do that but I appreciate it"

"Don't worry, it was no problem. I'm Bill" the German accent catching my attention. Bill holds my bottle out and I reach to get it.

" Thanks" I say again "I'm y/n" grabbing the waterbottle.

Bill steps to the side  slightly and that's when I notice another boy with dreadlocks.

"This is my brother Tom."

" it's nice to meet you but I probably should be going. Have a nice day" I say and continue to walk out of the park and along the path heading home. I turn to look back at the park and catch bill still looking at me, he doesn't turn away quickly as I thought he would, he just continues to look. I turn back around and continue my way home.

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I kick my shoes of at the door and set down my book and waterbottle on the bench. I look at my waterbottle thinking back to the boy in the park and his brother, they looked about my age.

I open the snack cupboard and take out a pack of sour patch kids I grab my book and water and head up to my room.

Closing the door I chuck the sour patch kids on my bed as well as my waterbottle .

My room isn't very big. It has light gray walls with windows on both the front and the back of my room. My beds near the front of the room, my conserlation bedding make my room look more  neater for some odd reason. I have about fifty thousand plants dotted around in different coloured plant pots. My room doesn't really have a theme it's just random.

For a small room I have a lot of stuff and I don't even need it. I don't use the things so there's no point in having them but it's the fact that most of the stuff is gifts and things that I might in the future, who knows.

I walk over to my bed and  get on. lying on my stomach I reach to my right and put my book on my book shelf that has far to many books for it, and if I'm being honest I have 4 books on the go that need finishing.

I open the bag of sour patch and start scrolling on Instagram.

After about 15 minutes I get bored. I chuck my phone to the side and get up from my bed streching as I do so.

I hear the door open and close from my mum coming in from work.

"I'M BACK " she shouts. My mums pretty chill, just don't get on her bad side.

"OK" I shout back

"is your sister In?"

"no, she's staying at jasmine's tonight"

" should we order in tonight then"

I run out of my room and down the stairs into the sitting room. Not only is my room small every rooms small. My mum's sitting on the sofa scrolling through what I'm guessing is a takeaway menu.

"how does Chinese sound?"  mum says looking up from the menu on her phone.

"yeah that sounds great"

We normally order in if maddison is out because she doesn't like eating fatty foods, she says its going to ruin her skin and figure . I mean when I was 14 i had okay skin a few spots every now and then  but I didn't stop eating stuff  because of it. The acne has gone now thankfully, and I'm happy about how I look because I relised that unless I get plastic surgery, which is hella expensive, I can't change the way I look.

About 12 minutes later mom gets a phone call.

I don't pay attention until I hear my name being mentioned, I turn my head towards mum now interested in the conversation that mums having.

"No, I'm sure she'll be fine with going, one sec, I'll tell her"

"y/n, sweetheart, maddison wants to go to this concert thing with jasmine in 2 or 3 weeks, apparently they have vip tickets or what ever you call them. And they want you to go are you okay with that" she says looking over to me

"yeah, sure, I don't mind"  mum turns back to facing forward again.

" your sister says yes she'll go with you"

"Okay, bye love you" mum hangs up the phone and turns back towards me.

" Are you sure you're okay with going?"

"yeah I need to get out anyway, did she say who we're going to see"

"no I don't think so, only that they have back stage passes, apparently jasmine's parents bought them for her and accidently bought 3 instead of two without knowing. You know how rich people are"

Hi everyone thanks so much for reading.

I have no clue what happens at a concert cause I have never been to one never mind back stage so please bare with me. I'll try and update as much as I can.

[jams-sims]

I wrote a whole ass essay for Philza now Im gonna do it for Jaiden. In defense of the lack of content with Jaiden in it (real quick). Being an old goat of fandoms I can explain it (don't worry this won't take long and also it plays into her character's overarching narrative of a grieving mother.) Plain in simple women in Minecraft are notorious for getting shit on by the collective fandom. (Everyone has to take part in making sure that it stops happening.) She is mainly a YouTuber which makes a dissonance between mainly youtube viewers and Twitch watchers. So it's harder to catch her just because you have to go to another site. Also, she doesn't stream as often as everyone else. This makes for a lack of content, just because Jaiden is just a low-key person. This is the recipes for a lack of content BUT that does not excuse people who are being weird to her or think she's in the way of any ships etc etc.

BUT

Narratively speaking all of those things above make for perfect storytelling. (below the cut I go deep into Jaiden character I mean I go DEEP)

Even though Jaiden has the support of the whole island. At the end of the day- she goes back to that same house. Climbs to the very top and she fall asleep on the chair facing the sunset. This means that everyone else has moved on, especially Roier. She is forever stuck in that same place.

I can't be the only one who noticed every single stream, she logs out at the house. BY HERSELF (I think Roier built? Someone corrects me if I'm wrong.) It's so subtle that you wouldn't even notice it at first.

When asked where she was living by Etolies. She doesnt say her and roier house, she doesn't even say where bobby use to live. She specifically says " I am squating in Roier old house". She puts herself on the outskirts of what is further from the truth. Shes not squating in roier house im 100% sure Roier shares everything with her. It is her home too!

Next when it came to the marriage between cellbit and Roier. She was surprised that she was even invite. Its as if as soon as Bobby died all her friendships and relationships died with him. No matter how many people are around her she has this ice wall of isolation and deep lonely-ness.

Her grieiving is less theratical than Charlies its so sudtle that you can miss it. While Roier throw himself into drink and into a relationship. (Which has admitedly worked out in his favor. He gets a husband a new son, a world of love. Something that can lessen the sting of Bobbys death.)

Jaiden on the other hand threw herself into a a impossible task, "protect the eggs." She doesn't know anything about any group or fractions. That is her only wish and the federation saw that and picked her to use. She has nothing everyone else has seemingly moved on of course. They haven't stopped investigating but they death of Bobby mostly everyone has moved on. Besides Jaiden this is her driving force so no one will suffer like she did. (on a side note her and Charlie should team up for lore and to both work for the federations.)

ITS PREFECT! Oh are you greiving has everyone else seemingly moved on? Your friendly neighborhood bear has a book full of instructions. Don't think, I'll guide you.

Before it fell apart the federation was going to secretly use Jaiden and she was going to do everything alone. But because Jaiden can't keep a secret to save her life. This leads to everyone realizing how at risk Jaiden is at being used. They are all with her in an instant. But part of her character is now that she sides with the Fedration and no one sees it yet. While everyone else think they are the bad guy. Her story is shifting because cucurucho is there, because cucurucho is nice to her, because Jaiden is cucurucho favorite.

She is being drawn in whether she knows it or not to be om their side. Think of it this way-

Fit is team: Spy thats off the island

Cellbit and Crew are team: AntiFederation

Jaiden the one that is left alone is the perfect choice to slowly pull her onto the federation side. It's perfect! The self isolation, the want to connect but feeling like she can't. It would be so easy for someone to take advantage of that.

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Yandere British empire England x motherly nation reader. After meeting her via catching her in the act of playing with chibi America he decided 'Yep, that's my wife' since she has his ideal traits of a woman (beautiful, motherly, ladylike and timid). But since he's an empire and has his hands full, he knows he doesn't have time to court her properly. So he resorted to manipulation and social pressure. First he used chibi America and made him get attached to her to the point where she's barely able to leave their house, and then proposes a union between them in front of his monarchy, her monarchy, and lil' America. Who all proceed to encourage her to say yes due to all the benefits, despite really not wanting to because she's uncomfortable with the Brit. Since he has made his infatuation known through bold and uncomforting means but being nice and afraid of what he'll do if she rejects him. Just let it all slide and pretended to be flattered, because she's a bit of a pushover.

I finally finished this one. I hope you enjoy! Sorry for the long wait!

The summer sun hits your skin, giving it a shimmery glow. The gentle breeze plays with your long, flowing hair. That's when you felt the tiny prying eyes on you once again.

You place down the book you were reading.

“I know you’re there, dear. You can come out. It’s okay.”

You knew you had stumbled upon an emerging country since there was no way a toddler like him could roam around on his own like he is. Not to mention that he was carrying with him a large Mastiff dog on his shoulders.

Since little America was lonely, you devoted much free time to the lonely child. He didn’t have his father figure around often due to being on the battlefield, being on the seas, or finding some new place to plunder. Said figure wanted you & so did little America who was always left to his own devices.

You never really did get to know America fully before he started to bring you over to the home that he England, Canada, & occasionally France (after he’s forced him to grovel at his feet when he’s lost another battle to him). It wasn’t long before you found yourself as the main caretaker. You made his meals, taught him how to cook, how to sew, [insert one of your talents here] , & other basic home ec skills.

“Y/N! Y/N! How does this one look? I made it for you! You should try it!” America excitedly bounds over to you with a sloppily made but made with tons of love put into the apple pie.

You were outside tending to the flowers when the hyper young boy raced to you to show off his creation. You’re amused by his intelligence and adaptability.

“Good job, Alfred. You’re resilient & will make a fine country one day.” You pat him on the head, admiring the fact that the entire kitchen wasn’t set ablaze.

“[Country Name]?”

“Yes?”

“Are you going to marry Britain?”

It felt as though someone had punched you in the guts.

“I ….. What in the world had prompted that question?” Bewildered, concluding that England was in little America’s ear again about being married and having a merger of your governments.

“Britain, he complains about being lonely a lot. And wanting to have someone. And you’re a nice nation who’s good with lots of stuff. You could fix his problem. You’re also really nice to me and my twin brother Canada when he’s over. You make the best pastries and breakfasts! When Britain is here he lo-”

“NO! America….No, we’re good friends…. And thats enough.” Weary of more conversation about pressuring nuptials onto you. You try to divert his attention to something else.

You pick him up and swing him around to change the subject abruptly.

“Anyways have you ever had a chance to find that secret meadow? I heard it has species of flowers we haven’t been able to document yet!”

“Oh so you’re scared.”

Ice freezes over your entire body, and you come to a complete stop. You hated how he was right. You hated how the truth within you was always so see-through. However, that didn’t mean that you weren’t determined to keep up the facade that all of the inquiries, pressure, & prodding didn’t eat away at your nerves.

“No….no. I’m just good on my own America. I don’t need to be married to Britain to be ‘happy’

& ‘fulfilled’. I’m alright”

You wished that Britain wasn’t so sneaky about putting ideas into people’s ears because when he did said thing it spread like wildfire.

‘Damn him! Why does that man have to be so pushy? And to use a child to try to convince me?!?! Real gentleman like.’

“But isn’t that a thing that all women want? A dashing gentleman like him. I mean he’s cool and stuff, especially when he uses his sword.”

America absently mindedly shoved his hand into the apple pie while he contemplated your saccharine, tense, and complicated relationship.

“Britain is just….”

America’s blues are on you 100%. The innocent and intent hues on you made you uneasy. As if whatever you said would have a counterargument to it later….

“He’s just being a guy. After all its not like nations need to be married. It purley is just a thing humans do. After all they don’t have everlasting life like we do.”

You boop his nose and relish in his cute giggle. You hoped your explanation would be enough to quell further questions.

“But even with everlasting life. That doesn’t mean that the heart ceases to yearn.” His voice came from behind.

‘Oh fuck. Can he not?’

“Holy butter! Can you not sneak up on me like that?” Not liking the fact that he invaded your personal bubble. You attempted to step away from him only for him to use his wiry & toned arm snached you to his chest. You squeak & begin to tremble a little. Looking into his verdant eyes it made you even more nervous.

“Can you not deny my marriage proposals?” He says half playfully, half seriously.

“Ha. Ha. You’re funny Britian.” You once again attempt to move away but he manages to keep you close to him.

“Yeah, [country name], why do you? Britain is an Empire and he could keep you safe if there was ever another nation who’d attack you.”

It felt as if ice had been poured all over you. You didn’t know how to maneuver out of it. You knew to some degree he was right, but that didn’t make him any less scary. However, you knew better than to anger a superpower like him unless you wanted to be at the business end of his sword.

“I know that having a strong specimen like myself, showing interest in someone weak….” His eyes take a few moments to drink in every inch of you like a shot of bourbon.

“But extremely beautiful….” He utilized his hand to force your chin upwards. You weren’t going to look away when he talked.

“[Country Name] you need to consider not only your safety but that of your own people. It’s not like you can fight & others have been eager to conquer lovely figures such as yourself…..” His glowering look scared the hell out of you. All you could really do in response was set little America down & run for it.

*************

America visited your little cottage multiple times before you finally decided to open the door.

“Yes, America?”

“[Country Name]!” He jumped at your legs as if they were a life buoy ring. “[Country Name]!” He stated again and nuzzled himself into your form.

“America, what are you doing here???”

“[Country name] ! Y/N ! Y/N! Please! PLEASE! Come back to the house. Britain isn’t there & I’m lonely and I need you! You’re kinda like my mom and I don’t want to lose you! I can’t lose you!” He begins to cry profusely.

“America….” You put a gentle hand on his head to comfort him.

“[Country name] please… come back the monsters at the house are scary too…”

“Okay…. I’ll come over, but …Just for this afternoon.” You tried not to let your heart shatter at the fact that he was crying so much that the skirt of your dress began to have a small puddle on it.

“Yay! Mama [country name] is coming over!” He says while batting tears away with the sleeves of his shirt.

“Mama? Amer-” The blues that look up at you filled to the bring with another round of tears and stars. You weren’t prepared to deal with the incoming flood that was building in the overflowing dam. So, you decided not to complete your sentence.

“Come on, let’s go! I want to eat [your country’s famous dish] I’m starving! And I don’t remember how to make pancakes, and I almost burned down the kitchen.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Come on, mama [country name] !” He eagerly yanks at your dress to follow along.

“Hang on, America, I must lock up before I leave.” You were able to escape his tiny grip for just a few moments. You wandered through your home's walls taking in all its simplistic features… the paintings you made and were given to you, sewing projects that were strewn around.

As you began to close all of your windows, a feeling of dread hit you. You really wanted to tell America no. Your mind, heart, and spirit debated whether it was really a good idea to go over to Briaitna's home even if he wasn't there. His domain held power and all of the advantages to convince you to merge with his empire. It was already strange that he was calling you “mama”. Just as you were about to change your mind, a glass shattered somewhere within your home.

“Oh no! America!” You rushed towards the sound. He’s accidentally broken the swan that was given to you by another country.

“Mama [Country name], there you are! What’s taking you so long? Closing windows and locking your back door? Also, I accidentally cut myself.”

He showed you some of the shards of glass that had pierced his hand. Blood was now rapidly flowing from it.

“America! What were you thinking?!?! Hang on, let me go get my medical supplies so I can help you.” You rummage through your home….unable to find what you need.

“No….no….no….no….no…..NO….”

“We have some at my place, but can we hurry [country name], please? I’m beginning to feel lightheaded…..” Intentionally not using ‘mama’ or ‘Britian’ just to ease your anxieties about coming back to your golden cage.

“Okay, okay, sweetie. Just hang tight.” you rushed to him, scooped him up, and raced for the trap that had awaited you.

Once there you carefully removed the shard of glass from his palm & bandaged him.

“Better?”

“Yeah, thanks, mama [country name].” He gives you a hug and kisses on the cheek.

“But, I’m starving. Why don’t we make food together? I feel like fish and chips.” He bounced up and down excitedly. He was happy you were finally at your real home.

“Alright, I’ll peel the potatoes, and you can help dry them and get the flour for the fish.”

From there, the day slipped into the night, and the man that made you tremble still wasn’t back. Fine with you. You were exhausted from assisting the small boy with cleaning up the burn marks on the walls, food that had been turned into coal, and broken utensils. While the sun began to sink below the horizon, little America wrote his updates about you and sent them off on a carrier pigeon.

*************

The crisp paper was unrolled within the notorious green pirates' hands. He was giddy to see America’s progress in hindering you from being free from your inevitable union. His eyes absorbed every word and his smile became like that of a Cheshire cat painting his face.

‘I’m teaching that kid well. He’s learning how to manipulate and use his waterworks. Sweet Y/N is vulnerable to that like an eroding rock.’

I managed to convince Y/N to stay until you get back in a couple of months. I intentionally got injured so she’d be obliged to stay with me longer. I’ll introduce the idea of the ball to her soon. Anyways bring me back a cool souvenir.

-America

Britain allowed himself to drift off into his thoughts. [Country Name] had driven him insane since the day he laid eyes on her. Though blatant social subjugation, he wanted to keep you intact. From the day that his fiery green fae eyes rested upon your gentle figure, he knew he wanted to claim you. You managed both America and Canada with ease. You were insanely beautiful & patient, all of the things he sought in a woman.

Arthur bit down intensely on his black glove. He wanted you in his arms so badly. Sooner rather than later. He didn’t want to fight you. He did consider your feelings, however, his desire to have you would never allow him to release you. One way or the other you were going to be married to him. He picks up his quill to begin the next phase.

*************

“Mama! [Country Name] ! Mama [Country Name] ! I need help! I can’t find my shirt!”

America is going to depend on you for everything: cooking, cleaning, sewing + repairing his clothes, etc. He is essentially a toddler with superpowers that he tends to hide from you. So his being able to pick up a bison and being able to stop a carriage with his foot is not a thing he showcases. He pretends that he’s weak as hell. He will also intentionally injure himself to make you extend your stay and dote on him. Lil’ Alfred was so incredibly dedicated to the bit that he purposefully got himself sick. This was done to buy England more time while he was away expanding his empire. You’d been cast into the role of ‘mother’ without your consent. Both knew how to take advantage of your caring nature and naivete.

“Oh, America, what am I going to do with you?” You placed another cool towel on his head as you checked his vitals. Worry has consumed you. He’d been ill for the past 3 weeks, and everything was touch-and-go. You’d sent off another carrier pigeon to ask for assistance. You could not leave the poor little boy unattended for long & you had too much integrity & fear of what might happen to him otherwise. You only had yourself to talk to these days & your journal that you kept.

“Hopefully he’s not back soon.” You utter under your breath. You grabbed your quill and began to write.

I tremble every time I hear a nurse, doctor, or maid at the door. I dread hearing his commanding voice ring out from the foyer. That makes my anxiety increase.

Your palms become clammy and you put down your quill to steady yourself. Your mind wanders to the letters yours and his dignitaries had begun to bring up inquiries about becoming merged with him.

‘It will be great’ They always imply.

‘Life will be easy and sublime.’ Your boss wrote to you in one of your letters.

“Ms. [Country Name] Come look at this dress, isn’t it great?! Won’t you want to use it?” A maid came in your room.

It was an over-the-top lacy number that essentially was a wedding dress.

You shook your head ferociously at the dress.

“No, thank you.”

You wanted to toss the dress into the deepest depths of the ocean along with the persistent pesty pirate.

Since most have caught onto your trepidations whenever England is mentioned. Your boss omits that one detail from the mandatory ball invitation your King also required you to attend. Your hands began to involuntarily shake at the fine print on the parchment.

“No, I have such a bad feeling about this.”

A tear rolled down your cheek. Something within your soul told you that this was a setup. But what could you do? What choice did you have? You donned the opulent (favorite color) dress that the letter had arrived with.

“Breathe, Y/N breathe.” You had to try and find your peace so you could fulfill your duties even if they did involve that terrifying British man.

“It’s just a standing government get together. It’s fine.” As you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Your outside didn’t reflect your inner turmoil.

“Mama!” Little America rushes towards you. He immediately gloms onto your legs.

“Hey Alfred.” You pat him on the head.

“Come on mama! We’re going to be late for the party.” His tiny hands begin to showcase the strength to drag you to the carriage that was waiting for you.

“Feeling better today?” Shocked at the way he’s able to manuver you through the grand home.

“Yes, I’m just excited! I get to go to a party! I’ve always wanted to go to a big fancy party!”

*************

The gravel hitting the carriage wheels only managed to fry your nerves more. Your life felt as fragmented just like the millions of tiny rocks. You’d struggled to keep lil’ America alive; he’d been sick & injured so often ….he cried for you profusely even when you’d only left his room for a few minutes. He refused to be left alone with the maids for long as well. Nothing but your full attention would satisfy the young nation. Your hands mindlessly fiddled with the silk on your (favorite color) ballgown. The smooth & almost water-like fabric helped ease your nerves some but there was still a voice at the back of your head that told you, you were headed for an emerald-eyed pirates trap.

“Mama! We’re almost there! Aren’t you excited?” He excitedly grips your arm.

“Sort of. Alfred. Sort of.” Your eyes quickly maneuvered from his excited sparkly blues down to the velvet floor of the carriage. You just wanted to return to your home & be alone for a while.

Once your carriage pulled up to the pristine castle, which stood against the backdrop of the American countryside, your heart dropped into your stomach. You couldn’t even be distracted by the beautiful high green hills and wildflowers.

“We’re here! We’re here! Come on, mama this is going to be fun!” He bounces up and down, shaking the entire carriage. It shook up all of the nervous butterflies in your stomach, transforming them into bees.

“Alright, Alfred. Alright, but you’re a representative of your nation. Even if you’re young, you must behave properly.” You take his hand to prevent him from simply bursting like a firework.

As the two of you wandered up the stairs with the other guests, dignitaries, & other members of your and England’s monarchy, your stomach began to tighten more. Seeing some of the members of the British royal court immediately put your nerves on edge.

The bees in your stomach changed, this time into angry wasps that pierced your stomach lining. Your heart began to sink into one of the seas that Britain controlled.

‘No….no…’ you accidentally grip lil America’s hand tighter than you should have.

“Mama? Are you alright?”

“ Yes, I’m just a little tired and homesick. I simply want to get this ball over with.” Came your honest response.

“I’ve heard that whatever they’re going to announce might actually make you happy mama.”

‘I doubt that.’

As the guards greeted you & showed you to the grand ballroom where everyone was beginning to take their assigned seat…. There you saw him.

You bit down on your bottom lip causing some blood to dribble into your mouth.

The feared Great British Empire was sitting next to your empty assigned seat. Your pace slowed & almost came to a halt. America reclaimed oblivious to your hesitation & dragged you along like a pet who didn’t want to be taken to the vet.

‘I wish I were mortal right now. I could die like how I wanted to right now.’ As you made it to your seat Britain swiftly got up & pulled out your chair. You sit and give him a curt ‘hello’ avoiding his hungry green eyes.

“Is that any way to greet your future husband?”

Your head snaps over to combatively meet his gaze.

“Delusional and daft. I’d never say yes.” Fight mode through your entire body kicked in. All of the angry wasps in the pit of your belly moved faster revving up to attack a target.

Britain took a hold of your chin sharply. There was a mixture of anger and amusement swirled on his face.

“Aw, the soon-to-be wedded are having a lovers quarrel.” You heard some of the people in the high courts giggle about your interaction.

“Oh, she’s lovely. She’d make a great Queen of England.”

Other whispers of similar wedded bliss seemed to be the top points of the gossip. The words poured from their mouths …creating a tornado inside of you mixed with all of your emotions.

The attack-ready wasps had been sucked into the raging winds extinguishing any fight you may have had and replacing it with fear. The devious smirk that Arthur flashed at you made the hair on your neck stand on high. Goosebumps littered your skin.

“Then maybe your boss can speak some sense into you.” He releases your chin as if on cue. Horns and trumpets beckon everyone's attention to the center of the ballroom, where your boss and his arrive together. Your nerves are still fried, and you begin to have an out-of-body experience.

“I’m pleased to have all of you here! To announce the engagement of [country name] & the Great British Empire!” Thunderous cheers beat down your eardrums. Your worst fear were becoming realized.

‘Oh shit….no…no….no….no… nooo’ Your grip on your seat tightened. You were hoping that you were having some twisted lucid dream of sorts but you weren’t.

“Y/N Arthur, why don’t the two of you share advance to start the night?”

‘Is me dropping dead an option right now?’

It felt as if your legs turned to jelly and frostbite had overtaken your feet.

Arthur yanks you to your feet despite your hesitations. You were on autopilot now & Arthur had no issue taking control.

“Oh look everyone, my poor little love is so overwhelmed with shock she’s like a doll.”

The crowd laughs at his quip. The they began to chant

“Merger! Merger! Merger! Between [Country Name] & the Great British Empire! Merger! Merger! Merger! Great British Empire & [ Country Name] !”

The crowd's chants signaled to you that you’d already lost. There was no real reason to fight. Arthur could tell that you were beginning to accept your sealed fate. He squeezed your hand before he snaked it around your waist. He wanted to be closer to you.

A ballad began to play. Arthur took hold of both of your hands. He guided your through the dance. Your feet followed his flow. Even though you were living a nightmare just like a lucid dream….. You had no other choice but to dutifully follow.

You did your best not to look at his triumphant eyes.

“She’s bashful, how adorable.”

“Aweeeee, she’s so shy.”

“One strong, dashing gentleman paired with a demure lady. A match made in heaven.”

These comments hit your head like a flurry of stones. A few tears escaped your eyelids. Arthur dipped you down and inched towards your face. He kissed your tears away and drank them away like a sweet wine. He trails his way down your soft skin to your lips.

His kiss will be drawn out, taking all of your air and attention. Your wet (eye color) orbs will interlock with his verdant eyes.

“You’re mine [country name], and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

[inamagicalhallucination]

i love those fics where the straw hats r in modern times but have vague memories of the previous life - i'd really like one (and there might be one already lmao idk) where luffy is the one who doesn't remember out of the straw hats

the first straw hat to see luffy in modern times is jinbe, who sees him when he's a kid - he double takes but luffy is there with ace and that chokes jinbe up too and before he can approach the two leave - jinbe reminds himself that he hasn't had his memories for that long and luffy is still a kid - if the straw hats get their memories, it'll be as they get older, jinbe just has to be patient

/

sanji is in junior high; he's in a cooking lab, it's after school. he's been having these strange dreams and at first he dismissed them as just that but he has them over and over; he's there in the cooking lab, after school and a flash of green catches his eye and he hesitates for a few minutes before rushing after it and there's one of the people from his dream - zoro

zoro seems equally surprised to see him and they just stand there, not knowing what to say, and how to react - both recognizing each other but not really

/

nami knows here strange dreams are more than dreams; she knows it but no matter where she looks she can't find any of the people in them

its a coincidence that her mother took her sister and her a little out of town to shop - it's a coincidence that an art shop catches her eyes and she wanders in, hoping to find some new inking pens - it's a coincidence that another teenager with a peculiar nose is there too and the name spills from her almost instinctively and usopp turns in confusion but only momentarily as recognition fills in

/

nami and usopp and sanji and zoro

the next people to run into each other are sanji and usopp - and quite literally at that; they bump into each other on the street one day and when they both look up to apologize they gasp and thats how all four of them become together

"do you know where the one with the strawhat is"

"...luffy?"

/

robin is at the library and theres a small child there trying to reach for a book too high and too advanced; she gets up ultimately and grabs it for him and he's so familiar (she feels herself holding on to something that isn't there again) but she cannot explain why and he looks at her with a strange expression but they do not speak further

not until its been weeks and they come to the same library and chopper asks if she would mind a study buddy

/

brook is strumming his guitar at the side of the street - he's been playing a lot of concerts in recent years and wanted to just relax now - relaxation is still music though, so he found a nice place to sit and started to play - in his mind he can hear a voice singing , out of tune as it may be, and he already knows who it is - he already knows about his memories

he should search for them - he supposes - but he never knows if they'll remember

he strums more, beat switching to something more familiar and then someone tells him he used to play this all the time and that is how brooks meets jinbe

/

franky's strange dreams in the midst of his stranger dreams are of no concern to him

sure they leave him empty and wishing sometimes but they mean nothing

not until he's fixing up some car at his workshop and a group of four come in specifically asking for him

thats how franky meets usopp nami zoro and sanji

/

vivi tells all her strange dreams to her pet; she writes them down, dreams of adventure and friends and one day she decides she'll write them into a book - something as grand as all the people who live in her head

she heads to a local library to start

she meets someone who she feels she should resent but cannot truly

/

luffy has no such dreams

/

the second person to meet luffy is brook who's open guitar case luffy puts a few dollars in and then pauses when the music stops and the man stares at him

"lu-"

"luffy!" whatever he's going to say is forgotten as luffy's brother calls for him and luffy heads to him instead

luffy doesn't remember brook realizes; it's okay though, he'll just wait longer

/

luffy has two older brothers; they don't have strange dreams either; all three of them are content in their life - in their shared apartment, close enough to both ms. makino's and dadan's places

they are content and happy to live as brothers - they do whatever they want; sometimes it feels like people are watching them

ace opens a flower shop in honor of his mother

luffy likes the colors so he sits there in his free time

/

usopp is only at the flower shop to pick up something for his mother

"those are the flowers my brother gives his mom!" an achingly familiar voice says

usopp turns around, words and breath caught in his throat - he doesn't know what to say but he must have said something becuz next thing he knows he's making his way to his mother, that very bouquet in his hand

luffy doesn't remember

/

one by one they all meet luffy; luffy with his same smile; luffy with his happy content life with his brothers; luffy with no recognition in his eyes

suddenly they are too big, too strange, too different to fit into luffy's life where he seems to have everything

/

they forget that luffy is easy to love and loves just as easy and always has room for more people

even these strange ones with memories in their eyes luffy will never know

/

anyway the idea is that all the strawhats but luffy recall their past life and feel some sort of emptiness they all try to find luffy and meet him in various times and he never recognizes them

they meet each other too, gradually, and become friends but theyre still searching for luffy - but luffy is content in his life unlike them, he's with his brothers and he's happy and at that realization they suddenly feel as if they are trying to impose onto his life - but of course luffy is luffy and he may not remember but he has plenty of room to welcome people into his life and yeah

[fisshindasea]

So with the 'Dad of the Year' headcanons with Barou and Rin. Can I request it but you get to pick the characters depending on this. Who'd be...

Overprotective: they're highkey intimidating the shit out of reader's crush and reader themselves. They look pissed off. The interrogation Reader is finna go through is crazy. Reader's siblings are scared for Reader.

Prince "Charming": who is immediately asking questions and even invites reader's crush inside for dinner. They look charming but damnit they're scary. Lowkey intimidating asf.

Sweetheart: this one is basically the "charming" one but they're not intimidating at all, in fact they're super nice and welcoming.

Teaser: the tease is never gonna let reader live this down. In fact, they invite reader's crush in just to fuck with reader. They're not gonna shut up about this and neither are Reader's siblings. Lowkey thought Reader would never find a significant other.

— dads of the century —

- this is a part two of some sorts to the first one.

- this is one of the longest ones ive written. in terms of months because this took so long bc of school.

- also im sorry that kunigami's part is the longest. he was my favorite thats my bad

- has the same premise as the last one basically.

- dad!multiple characters x gn!reader

Overprotective: Kunigami Rensuke

- the kind of dad who isn't exactly strict but he tends to go.. a little overboard?

- like he's completely alright with you going out, shopping, going somewhere with friends. but the catch is you have to update him whenever you guys go somewhere different, your location should always be on, you have to send him pictures or videos as updates if typing might take too long, etc.

- he's only overprotective when he's not there. (obviously) but it really also just depends on what you're doing. if it's a situation you've been in a lot, let's day shopping for books, going to the mall with or without your siblings, if he's able to trust you in these scenarios then he'll hold back a little bit.

- but on times where you're just really far away with friends, or you're hanging out with a group of people he's not completely familiar with, you'll definitely have to comply with his rules and stuff.

- he's only like this because he cares a lot about you and your siblings.

- HOWEVER

- having significant others is a different story. he's a lot stricter with the rules, especially if its like a new person who's been dating you for like half a year.

- his rules tend to be from a scale of "you have to be taken home by 6 pm" to "you can't hold hands because I'm not convinced they wash their hands". it's lowkey ridiculous sometimes but he does try to be less overbearing.

- the scolding when he finds out about your s/o tho is... scarier?

- i don't think he usually notices how scary he can be, but the moment you stepped inside the house he turned on the intimidation factor off the roof.

- he had his arms crossed, the brows were furrowed, he was looking at you like you just committed the most offensive crime possible in human history.

- you got grounded uhm... he wasn't happy. not because you have a s/o, but purely because you kept it from him.

- he acts like he hates your s/o too but genuinely though, he's happy that you've found someone that makes you feel special.

- you're still grounded for a month though, couldn't go on dates until then.

- amidst the strictness, he does genuinely try to get along with your significant other and is content knowing that you have someone to look after you, especially at times where he's too far away to physically look out for you.

Prince Charming: Chigiri Hyoma

- chigiri... isn't exactly like sweet looking per se? but his demeanor is definitely comforting in a way, because of how charming he is.

- so a lot of the time your friends are comfortable in your family especially because of how chigiri's demeanor is. but they do know not to get on his bad side yk.

- the s/o situation is... a big contrast in a sense.

- bc chigiri is still charming, invites them inside to eat yk. asks questions about how they're treating you, and if they promise to take care of you. yk normal stuff.

- unfortunately he's the type to intimidate your partner the moment you turn your back.

- he glares and starts threatening your s/o that if they ever hurt you, he'd be less than impressed and happy after all the promises they've given chigiri about treating you right.

- your s/o is lowkey traumatized bc how does a man, so charming and pretty, also be one of the scariest people they've ever encountered.

- honestly you're not surprised. you've seen your father use his charm for things less than... righteous. (he's used his charm and his pretty face to bargain for prices in the market too many times. it is a must, people)

- all in all though, i see chigiri as the type to take a very long time to adjust to your s/o, and over time, he tries to let loose a little more and slowly understand that someone else is bound to find you worth taking care of just like he does.

Sweetheart: Isagi Yoichi

- man does no wrong. he's on board with your s/o, and is loving the fact that you have someone to take care of you whenever he's away.

- is a genuine sweetheart. i would say that he's the opposite of chigiri where hes the sweet but is actually intimidating type, whereas isagi is the intimidating at first type but is actually just a super sweet dad.

- he's used to a lot of people liking you, and he's upset the moment he finds out that they've hurt you, so he has some trust issues about this s/o.

- this definitely showed the moment he found out you had an s/o you hadn't told him about yet.

- the moment he finds out about your s/o, he's the type to shed a tear. and you don't know how to feel because your dad is... crying??

- he'd tell you that he's happy, and that he wants to meet your s/o as quick as possible.

- he tries to make your s/o feel as welcome as possible, and he makes sure that they know that they're always welcome in the house.

- acts like a second father to your s/o. sometimes you feel like you're the s/o coming to meet the father of the person you love so dearly bc why does this man already call your s/o (son/daughter) the second time they come to the house.

- isagi just adores you both as well, like he takes you both on trips and stuff but sometimes he wishes he wasn't there bc why does he feel like a third wheel everytime.

- does not hesitate to help either of you out for dates. you have a suprise? he's on it, he's hands on, making sure that whatever you're doing doesn't get out to the other person.

Teaser: Meguru Bachira

- dare i say he's the most annoying one out of the four?

- this man finds one detail about your relationship and he acts like over reacting classmates when someone has a crush.

- he does not shut up im so sorry, but he as much as possible vowed that he'll tease you in exchange for the fact that you kept your s/o a secret for a year.

- he also lowkey got your siblings to work with him. ever since your first crush, they've all banded together to find the person you liked and somehow always manages to invite them for dinner?

- but back to the present, when he found out about the s/o he asked very calmly "so how long?"

-"a year.."

- whips his head to look at you, eyes wide, mouth frowning open.

- the definition of D:

- to be fair he had an idea, but he trusted you'd tell him at the right time.

- he did not expect the right time to be one year into the relationship.

- and so, he promises to himself that he'll tease and embarrass you both as often, and as much as he can on a daily basis. mostly you though.

- everyday without fail he teases you about your pet names for each other.

- you could say your s/o's name and he'd pop in from the other room going "don't you mean (insert pet name here)"

- you'd tell him to stfu if he wasn't your father

- so instead, you just respectfully stare at him while he laughs until he stops

- expect it to happen again the same day

- sometimes he even talks about it with his team, and when you met some of his friends they're like "so how's your s/o? do they still call you (pet name here)?"

- because your dad somehow bribed them into joining the teasing.

- but honestly he's happy for you, he just shows his affection for you both that way and he has no qualms about you dating.

- except maybe if he finds you crying about your s/o. let's hope it does not come to that.

[saulocept]

but your love is such a swamp (you’re the only thing i want)

pairing: sebastian sallow/reader

rating: t

summary: You’re toeing the line, giving into this, following your heart, doing whatever you want. Maybe it’s too late, maybe it doesn’t matter anymore. Or maybe some things are better left untouched. You’ll know soon, won’t you?

notes: crossposted from my ao3 account (which i only remembered to do now lol). reader is implied to be hufflepuff, but no explicit descriptions so you’re free to imagine them in another house if you wish. 

full tags include: unresolved romantic tension, awkward kissing, awkward makeouts.

as always i took a lot of liberties writing this so if u see any inconsistencies or anything else, thats me exercising that lol

It’s a rare thing to have a whole evening to yourself. Between finishing school works and exams week, there’s never enough time for you to relax, or to spend time with friends and have fun. And now that it’s all over, you’d accepted at the first invitation to celebrate, eager to get away and do something different for once.

But things don’t always go your way. You’ve known it before; it’s the oldest lesson in your book, the only thing that the world keeps trying to remind you over and over, relentless, without mercy. And now you’re stuck here in this place, sitting around and doing nothing, waiting for the snowstorm outside to pass.

Briefly, you wonder if it’s just your bad luck, your innate misfortune. If you hadn’t been so eager to leave, would all this have happened still? You don’t know, not really; you’ve got a feeling that the answer would somehow be a resolute no, but you’re trying not to think about it.

Besides, being stuck indoors isn’t that bad, anyway. It doesn’t feel like you’re stranded; if anything, it feels nice – the opposite of whatever you’d initially expected. Cozy, comfortable. Surrounded by the warmth of the fire, the laughter of the other students. How it echoes down the hallways, loud and cheerful, bright. It makes you feel less alone, less annoyed to be stuck in this place.

It's easy enough for the few first hours. You’ve mostly just wandered around the halls, sipping your hot chocolate and listening to the other students gossip, trying your best to keep a straight face each time one of them says something funny. When you’ve had enough of it, you promptly sneaked back into your room, thinking you might catch up on some sleep instead.

It doesn’t work. Within minutes, you’re back to where you started, wandering around the hallways again, looking for something to do. The answer comes easy to you this time, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes, because how couldn’t you have thought of this earlier?

Is it still sneaking around if you’re doing this in plain sight? You don’t think anyone cares at all; it’s not like you’re friends with him in secret. You’re certain everyone’s seen you together at one point: hanging around after classes, spending time in between breaks. Plus, it’s not like you’ve got something to hide.

Still, you have to admit that it’s a little daunting to be in this dorm. Though nobody’s tried to stop you from going in, it doesn’t stop them from giving you odd looks and questioning stares, like they could tell you don’t belong here. Granted, you already know that you don’t; the colors in your robes already highlights the difference between you, but it’s not like they still need to rub it in. Besides, it’s not like you’re here for them. You’re here for one thing only – well, for one person, even if it’s taking you a while to find him.

It isn’t easy. Most of the time, he’s the one trying to sneak you in, navigating you both around in the dark, and without his guidance, you’re practically at a loss. But still, you manage, and in the end, you finally locate his room, squaring your shoulders as you muster the courage to knock on his door. Five gentle raps – a secret code, something he’s taught you before to let you know that it’s him behind your door.

You hear the sound of the knob twisting and you shift your weight from one foot to another as you wait. The door opens just a crack, and you see his familiar face peering at you from inside the room, suspicious. Realizing it’s just you all along, he lets you in without much of a fuss, opening the door wider and gesturing for you to come in. Briefly, you wonder what it is he’s got to be suspicious about. He’s the one that taught you the code, didn’t he? Somehow, the thought of someone else knowing about it hurts more than you could admit.

Still, there’s no time to dwell on it. You step inside, close the door behind you, watching as he retreats into his desk, grabbing his quill and scribbling something on a parchment. He seems busy enough for conversations, though it’s not as if you mind. You’ve always wanted an excuse to poke around in his room, and now’s as good a time as any.

You sit on the edge of his bed, eyeing the books he’s got on display. There’s not a lot of them, certainly not more than an average Ravenclaw’s, but it’s still more than you can count on both hands. Textbooks, mostly – borrowed from the library with no intention to return, as well as a few novels – authors you barely recognize. Huh.

There’s something in the corner that catches your eye, so you stand up, reaching for it with one hand. He doesn’t stop you, though from the corners of your eyes, you see him staring at you, one eyebrow raised curiously. You meet his gaze head-on, and he tilts his head to the side, more curious than ever. “What are you doing here?”

“Poking around,” you reply easily, leaning against the wall and flipping through the pages of the book. It’s a title you easily recognize – a childhood favorite you’ve carried with you until now, something you’d once told him about in an effort to connect. “I didn’t know you have this.” You wave the book around in your hand, as if to emphasize.

He shrugs. “You’re the one who told me about it.”

“I know.” You grin. “Guess I’m rubbing off on you, huh?”

He frowns, though his eyes are bright, twinkling with mischief. “More than I’d like to admit, unfortunately.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Rude.”

He snorts, and you don’t miss the tiny smile that plays about the corners of his lips. he doesn’t say anything after that, opting instead to go back to his writing, and all is quiet again.

-

It takes him a while to get done. By the time he’s stood up from his chair, you’re about halfway through the book, the familiar twists and turns greeting you like an old friend. He sits down beside you, and the bed shifts under his weight, the motion startling you out of your reverie.

“Hi,” he greets, just as you turn to look at him. He flashes you a tiny smile, though it quickly turns into a frown once he gets a closer look at you. “You look different.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Do you say that to everyone you meet or is it just to me?”

“No!” he exclaims, just a little too quickly. There’s a flush on his cheeks now, and you bite the inside of your cheek, trying not to laugh. It takes him a moment to recover, clearing his throat and trying again, watching you from beneath his lashes. “But you do look different.”

“Different how?”

“I don’t know,” he says, pausing as he thinks. It takes him another moment, but then he shakes his head, shrugging. “You’re sure you didn’t get cursed on your way here?”

“I was?” you ask, blinking, because now this conversation’s making you all confused. “How can you tell?”

“I can’t,” he replies, giving you another narrow-eyed stare. Slowly, he leans in, looks at you closely as if doing so will grant him the answer he seeks. You doubt it would, but you humor him, anyway, sitting up straighter and letting him into your space, trying to ignore the intensity of his gaze, how the warmth of his breath tickles your cheek, your skin. “I’m not sure.”

“Are you sure I’m the one who’s cursed?” you ask weakly, trying to bring some levity back into the room. You’ve never really been this close to him before, not until now, and now that you have, you can’t help but feel nervous. You’ve always thought he’s pretty before, a thing obvious even from a distance, but even that knowledge alone isn’t doing him much justice. Your heart’s pounding in your chest now, and quietly, you wonder if he could hear it, too. “For all we know, you’re the one who’s cursed here.”

He snorts, though he doesn’t look a tad bit amused. “Very funny.”

Silence again. He frowns, watches you closely, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He raises a hand, as though he wants to reach out and touch you, but then he pulls back at the last second, as if he’s thought better of it, and you swallow the lump that forms in your throat, trying your best not to look too disappointed.

You lick your lips, clear your throat. Your voice is quiet when you speak, almost breathless. It’s hard to affect some tone of normalcy when he’s this close to you, nearly touching you but not quite. “Have you managed to figure it out?”

“No.” He sounds frustrated now, grumbling, and you’d laugh at him if you aren’t too busy trying to distract yourself from his proximity. “And I can’t sense any curses on you either.”

You hum under your breath, thinking. There has to be an answer in here somewhere, and you close your eyes, rack your brain for some clues, anything to solve this riddle. The answer comes to you then, quick as lightning. Little flashes of memories, both here and there, vague and a little blurry. Still, there’s no doubt about it; it’s the answer to his question.

“Oh! I get it now,” you say, opening your eyes to look at him. You must sound so certain because even he looks intrigued, raising an eyebrow as he waits for the big reveal. You give him a victorious grin in response, pointing a finger at your lips because there’s no way it could be anything else. “Lipstick.”

“What?”

“Well, you know,” you gesture vaguely around you, trying to come up with an easy enough explanation, something he'd be quick to understand. Seriously? “Things that people wear to look pretty?”

He’s staring at you like you’ve grown another head. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“It does if you’re not from around here,” you grumble, frowning.

He still looks confused, though he’s staring at you now with a newfound interest. Great. Now you feel like a clown at a circus, or something equally silly. “How does it taste?”

You give him a pained smile, trying not to laugh. “Sebastian, it’s not something you can just taste.”

“Isn’t it?” He meets your eyes then, and there’s a glint in them you’re sure you haven’t seen before. Your breath stops, catches in your throat. You’re not entirely sure what he means by that, and you’re not sure if you even have the heart to ask.

“Well, I can put it on you if you like…” you begin, then stop, realizing he’s begun to lean in again, closer to you than ever. You swallow nervously, completely aware of how quickly your heart is beating, but you can’t move away from him. You want to, you think absently, but something about him draws you in, makes you want to be even closer. Like a moth to a flame. Wanting – no, needing.

Is it even the right thing to do, when you could jeopardize everything that’s nice and good between you? You don’t think so, and yet you want it anyway.

Still. You lick your lips, open your mouth, trying to come up with something – a convenient lie, a believable excuse; you’re not even sure anymore. All you know is that you’ve at least got to say something, a last-ditch attempt at salvaging whatever you have, keeping it intact. “But I left it in my room. I’ll have to um, go back…”

He’s not saying anything. He’s staring at you still, and his eyes are bright, twinkling. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, and it makes you more nervous than ever, because you’re not sure what he wants, what he’s planning. Is this a joke, some kind of prank? Is he even serious? “Do you?”

“Not… really,” you admit, hesitating for a second before finally giving in. “Not right now.”

“Okay.” He nods at you, leaves it at that. His gaze darts to your lips, lingering for a few more seconds before he looks up to meet your eyes once more. “Good.” Here, he stops, pauses, hesitating as he moves closer, like he wants to but he isn’t sure if he should. “Um, can I…?”

“Okay,” you breathe, because it feels like the right thing to say, the proper thing to do. And really, because it’s the only thing left for you, and you can’t find it in you to deny yourself what you want. There’s no turning back now, you know, and maybe it’s that knowledge settling in that drives you to desperation, to eagerness, because somehow, you want to make the most of it. The first kiss, and then the last. “Okay.”

He doesn’t say anything else after that, just leans in to kiss you. The kiss is chaste, awkward, neither of you certain what you should do. He pulls away – a brief respite, reaching out to cup your cheek, thumb tracing circles against your skin as he pulls you closer, trying once more.

This time, the kiss starts slow, gentle, sweet enough that it’s easy to melt into. You try to kiss him back, but you’re not even sure if you’re doing the right thing. You’ve kissed people before – students your age, but it’s never like this. Most of the time, it’s a chaste affair, easily forgettable: a shy peck on the cheek, the corners of the mouth, but nothing this serious, this deliberate.

You think you could feel him smiling against you: an unmistakable grin that makes your heart flutter. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip, slow and hesitant, like he’s testing the waters for the first time. For a second, you’re frozen in your spot, uncertain how to react, what to do. Vaguely, you’re made aware of his hand on your cheek, the feel of his thumb, running along your skin, tracing circles, urging you to relax, and slowly you begin to ease into it, into him, giving in and parting your lips open.

You’re practically buzzing with anticipation by the time he slips his tongue inside, lets it brush against yours – a gentle caress you’re not sure how to respond to. Somehow, this one’s even more awkward than before. This time, there’s no rhythm to follow, nothing but instincts to guide you.

Your movements are stiff, stilted, and it’s getting obvious by the minute that neither of you know what you’re doing. You’d laugh, you think, if everything doesn’t feel like a fever dream. Even now, you still can’t believe that any of this is happening. If you close your eyes and let loose too much, what’ll you find next? A broken friendship, ruined and unsalvageable?

You don’t like the thought of it, and so, just to keep yourself from floating away too far, you reach out, tangle your fingers in his hair. A movement borne of desperation because it feels real enough – he feels real enough. Like an anchor, you think, grounding you to whatever reality you’re supposed to be in. And if that reality includes him kissing you, or you kissing him, then you’ll take it.

Then there comes a knock in the door, and the world you know is shattered. Three quick raps, loud and impatient, as if the person on the other side is in a hurry. Quickly, the two of you spring apart, moving as far away as possible from each other, embarrassed at being caught, perhaps even a little guilty. You can’t tell anymore. It’s weird how the distance between you seems multiplied all of a sudden, like he’s light years away instead of meters, a stranger instead of someone you’ve grown close to over the years.

You keep your eyes ahead of you, though you try to watch him from the corners of your eyes, trying to gauge his reaction, what he thinks of the whole thing. Does he think it’s all a mistake – a thing manifested in the heat of the moment, or did he really mean to do it?  

You watch him quietly, frowning. You can’t read him, can’t see through him. He’s mirroring your pose, both hands folded in his lap, gaze trained on the wall in front of him, deliberately trying not to glance your way, and it frustrates you a little because it shouldn’t be this complicated, this confusing.

You open your mouth, feeling the need to say something, though you’re not quite sure what. Should you ask him about it, come clean and confess? Or should you keep things normal, pretend you haven’t done things friends wouldn’t do? You’re not sure anymore; you don’t think you’ve ever been sure of anything since the moment you realized you like him.

You clear your throat, try again, thinking you’d fare much better if you start lightly, beginning with his name. It doesn’t work; your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth, and the silence between you only grows sharper, heavier. The clock ticks; every passing minute only adds to the torture, the tension, and yet you can’t do anything but sit here, still and quiet, uncertain where to start, how to begin.

The knock comes again, louder this time, almost careless. Four times, each one more deafening than the last. It takes him a moment to recover, and from the tails of your eyes, you watch him fix his hair, straighten his robe, making sure that nothing’s out of place. You think you see him glancing your way, but then he’s turning away before your eyes could meet, and you can’t tell whether the expression you’d caught in his face a few seconds prior is guilt or regret.

He’s still not looking at you as he walks over to the door, opens it a little. There’s a flurry of voices in the background, though only one of them is familiar. The conversation’s hushed, quiet – a thing not meant for your ears. No matter, you think; you’re not interested enough to eavesdrop, especially when there’s something else that occupies your mind.

It’s over as soon as it started, and a second later, the door’s closing again, the silence enveloping the two of you once more. You take this moment to stand up, straightening your robe, and then slowly making your way over to the door. You catch the confusion flashing in his eyes, though you quickly look away before his eyes could find yours. You don’t want him to see you right now. You’re not even sure you want to look at him either.

“I’m… sorry,” you say, because it’s the first thing you can think to say. Easier to lie and make up an excuse than admit that everything between you is ruined. That you’re the only one who seems thoroughly affected by this. You’re not meeting his eyes, keeping your eyes to the floor as you continue, afraid to see what his reaction is. What do you even want to see on his face, anyway? Do you even want to know? “I’ve um, well. I’ve still got some homework to finish, so I’ll uh, catch you later?”

You know he knows you well enough to know when you’re lying. It’s too obvious, anyway; there’s no homework to finish, no advanced readings to do. For once, your break’s solely your own, and yet it’s the first lie you can think of, the first thing that spills out of your lips. Not plausible enough, you know, but you don’t need plausible – you just need an excuse.

You don’t even hesitate. Quickly, you open the door, slipping out of his room before he could even formulate a response.

“Wait,” he says, long after you’re gone, walking down the halls with your arms glued to your sides, ignoring the odd stares cast your way. You don’t stop, don’t even bother to look back, and the only thing that follows you is the sound of his voice, almost desperate in its echo.

[bookwyrminspiration]

omg i was anon and it IS orv how'd you guess!! anyways its so incredibly quilcoded you NEED to read it like. yesterday. its so good

firstly!! you would actually rlly adore kim dokja he's a complete fucking loser. picking him up kicking him around like a soccer ball do you catch my drift. he HATES himself he likes reading trashy novels he's concerningly relatable. also you could ship him with anyone if you tried hard enough or he could definitely be aroace if you squint. choice is yours the world is your oyster. also he canonically has a very funny kink that the novel likes to bring up over and over again. like i said. loser

(tbh i think youd also really be partial to yoo joonghyuk or one of the side characters but. idk thats up to you to decide. when you fucking read it)

secondly! the worldbuilding quil you would go HAM on the worldbuilding there's soooo much to explore with the star stream and constellations vs incarnations and its just SOOO insane. ugh i dont wanna spoil a lot but theres just so many different THINGS and it makes me a little bit feral

THIRDLY found family. thats it thats the post. they are all so unbearably lonely and they all find each other and they LOVE EACH OTHER and contrary to kim dokja's opinion they love him too and its just so fucking. ugh. all of their dynamics. (the kids especially get to me they are SO funny and stupid. siblingcoded as fuck)

also would it help if i tell you that there is quite literally no romance in this book! which is kind of unheard of for power fantasy novels! (ok there is like one side couple but its slow burn af and they take forever to get together and theyre rlly cute anyway but i digress)

there's mpreg. will not elaborate but it seems like youd fuck with it

furthermore!! idk the overarching themes......... story inside a story the inherent and unconditional love of a reader for said story reader vs writer vs protagonist OHHH love letter to stories themselves. actually. fuck man the feelings

its rlly stupid sometimes. actual crack. then it kicks you in the balls and makes you feel emotions you never knew you had before

but yeah pls read it!! i will convince you even more if necessary. you need to get in on this before 2025 at the very least bc there is an anime coming out and you have to be able to say you were here before that to assert dominance. anyways

(also WHEN you read it bc you will. pls livetweet in my inbox i love reactions its a fucking ride)

Not only was I right that it was orv, but I was also correct that it was you, Roshan. Though I didn't write that down, so you'll just have to trust me

I do have some understanding of the story beyond this because an irl of mine was reccing it a couple weeks ago, but from that it's also my understanding that learning anything about the story prior will not help me going in. it simply defies explanation and I just gotta read it

I must say though, you do know the right things to say. I LOVE stories about stories I LOVE meta I LOVE love letters to stories! I LOVE worldbuilding I LOVE found family. i LOVE wet rag guys, sopping on the floor pathetic loser men. and no romance!!! that's not to say any romance is bad, it's just nice to have a break sometimes

"there's mpreg. will not elaborate but it seems like youd fuck with it" can. can I confess something real quick. i deadass almost included mpreg in the "keys to get quil to read something." but then I was like no i shant, even though it's true. and then you said it yourself anyway! because it seems like i'd fuck with it! well i DO and I WILL. mpreg is like an automatic read for me. don't worry about that

OKAY okay i will read. where. where do I read it. i've heard of both a manga and a webcomic...maybe..? which should I go with and where should I find it. I am at your command 🫡

(i will probably liveblog instead of directly in ur inbox but maybe i'll do both)

[tangerinesgf]

Hiiiii!!! Smut prompts: 13 and/or 11, Tangerine x reader???? Fem!reader if you want, but your writing is so good that I don't even care about the paring!!

Tangerine x fem!reader

Tags/warnings; suggestive language, fluff, drinking (it's only mentioned once and doesn't really go anywhere lol), lots of kissing

Prompt 13; A and B can barely wait until they get to their hotel room to start their honeymoon fun.

A/N: awwhh thank youu, thats so sweet!! Hope you like this & <3 Got another request for 13 by @mrsdanieljackson so decided to do that one :)

Your wedding had been a rather small gathering. Since Tangerine's only family was Lemon and you didn't have a lot of family either, there was no need for a big, extravagant wedding.

You had just invited your parents, who had only met Tangerine once or twice before. To your surprise he managed to behave himself fairly well on these occasions. But during the dinner you had with your parents and Lemon after the wedding there was none of that.

Since the moment you'd said 'I do' to each other he hadn't been able to keep his hands off of you, taking every opportunity he got to call you his wife. You couldn't deny that calling Tangerine your husband had a nice ring to it. In fact that was probably the understatement of the century, it only made you want him even more then before.

Considering the fact that Tangerine had the patience of a toddler you had to swat his hand away from under the table multiple times as he tried to get access from under your dress. He only smirked, while you tried not to kill him for trying to finger fuck you in front of your parents.

Dinner seemed to last forever but as you and Tangerine finally got away, you had an entire week for just the two of you. Tangerine had asked you if you wanted to go somewhere, travel the world or something like that, but you didn't care about the world, you only wanted to be with Tangerine. So he had booked the penthouse of the most expensive hotel in London. It had everything you needed so you didn't even have to leave if you didn't want to.

Both of you had your fair share of alcohol as you stumbled through the lobby of the hotel. How the two of you made it up to the hotel room in one piece was a mystery 'till this day. You almost fell out of the elevator, tripping over your wedding dress, when the door Tangerine had pressed you up against opened, your husband catching you just in time.

"S'my wife tryin' to get away from me already?" he teased as you were pulled flush against his chest.

"Never." you assured, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt for another heated kiss. Your hands went to the back of his neck, slightly tugging at his hair. Tangerine whined into your mouth as his hands in response firmly squeezed your ass cheeks.

You carefully walked out of the elevator your lips never parting from each other. Once you reached the enormous double door, decorated with golden flowers, Tangerine wasted no time pressing you against it once more.

"Good, 'cause I'm never letting ya go." Tangerine kept on placing hungry kisses from your face down to your collarbone, no doubt leaving marks all over you.

While Tangerine was kissing you like his life depended on it, you tried to fish the keycard for the room out of his pocket. Emphasis on tried because every time one of your hands left his neck he placed it back.

"You gotta let go for a second though, baby, we need to unlock the door."

"Don't wanna."

"Tan, the keycard is in your pocket." you tried again.

"Mhm." he mumbled into the crook of your neck.

"I mean I did buy a new set of lingerie from that store you love so much, but your loss I guess." you shrugged.

That caught his attention. Tangerine hands almost immediately froze on your hips. He pulled his head away from where his lips were assaulting your neck and looked up at you with wide blown eyes. His hair was messy from where you'd pulled at it and his lips were swollen from all the kisses. A true sight for sore eyes.

Not even a second later he was off you, scrambling to find this stupid keycard. In this haste he dropped it on the floor at least twice before he finally unlocked the door.

Without giving you as much of a warning he scooped you up bridal style and carried you into the penthouse, immediately making his way to the huge queen-sized bed.

"Now, where were we?"

[seyfertgalaxy]

heres a REALLYYY big stretch, but heres what i came up with.

on the walls, in Collector's castle, theres pictures put up of him and seemingly other Collectors. they all look the same, but their design stood out to me. because of this:

the collector that *we* know looked like this whenever they were sealed away and trapped. waiting to be freed. now, the other collectors look like this:

id say thats pretty dang similar. there are a few noticeable differences, such as the eyes and head shape and obviously size.

now, i was wondering if this look/form is Collector's *natural* form? obviously not when theyre trapped, but before that. maybe it had more mass, more control, more *use* to him.

if thats the case at all in any way, then maybe every Collector has a "human" form. maybe they were all trapped at some point?

OR, heres the stretch, maybe our collector has a "human" form as a way to rebel and sort of separate himself from the others.

and as we know, they don't agree with their predecessors killing off the titans and (possibly)other beings and their planets. we know this because of them "fixing" the book, and seeming to feel bad/get upset whenever King brings up the titans being wiped out by Collector's kind. so if they *were* to rebel in any way, it'd be separating themselves from that history and their species the best they could. so, a new form would have suited them better. maybe thats all they wanted or needed to separate themselves from the others.

they even look like this in some of the pictures! note the hair being shown(previous image(s)). but in other images, they look different. like the others.

and i firmly believe that this is them because they are highlighted/a different colour than the rest. something not done on accident. it was to catch our eye and say, "Yes, this is him." and they're the only one throughout the images to have two separate forms.

I'm probably wrong, this just came to me randomly and i dont have much to back it up, but its food for thought, i think! also, if i am correct at all, i think it would be a nice parallel to Luz or King. I'll probably speak about that later when im less tired

(maybe its just to keep the images simplified but that wasnt the case in Hollow Mind or other instances. still though, food for thought)

edit: i was looking at the images again and i think im right. because theres this

human-like collectors!!!! big ones! with our smaller collector there!(also appearing more human-like)

[ghostmaldo]

✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧♡*.✧ Special day ✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧♡*.✧

With Bungou men x GN!Reader

Rather your reading this on Valentine’s Day or any day you need a pick me up. Here is something for you. Just some general headcannons on what I think the Bungou characters would do do make a day special for their S/O

Characters might be a little OOC to make the HC fluffier.

No warnings, pure fluff. Established relationships with S/O

Ask box 💙: Open

No music this time… I was listening to muuuurdeeer this time around ^^’

⤜♡→Dazai ⤜♡→

~Most definitely annoying you right at the ass crack of dawn with warm/cold beverage and slightly burned of whatever S/O favorite food is. Though will deny any involvement of the holiday or if S/O insists his trying to make a day seem special. “I’m just trying to spoil my favorite person!” Yay okay Dazai, whateeeever you say. But hey, he tried at the very least. All morning his dropping the cheesiest and romantic poems out of the book. They probably make S/O laugh more then anything but its still a thoughtful gesture.

~The cheese factor doesn’t decrease at the ADA (much to Kunikida’s dismay). Expect to be peeked along the lips and cheeks a lot more then any other day of the week.

~I can honestly see him making crafts at his desk instead of doing paper work. Makes a little heart cut out for all of his co workers O3O. Still in denial >.>

~After work, it’s straight to S/O favorite restaurant for dinner. What? His being spontaneous! It’s been a long week, time to unwind S/O! He gueeeessses he’ll get the bill this time, but dont get use to it!

~Overall its a mostly nice and peaceful evening. Dazai and S/O are having a lovely chat about the day. They may catch a loving glance every once in awhile in Dazai’s eyes. It’s enough to make him smirk and make his S/O melt in his seat.

~Wrapping up the evening is a nice bubble bath and following is a movie night wrapped up in each other and their favorite blankets.

⤜♡→ Ranpo ⤜♡→

~Forget the ADA, him and S/O are going to all the sweets shops in town!

~Indulge with him a little in feeding each others different types of cakes and candy. Will swipe his thumb under S/O lips to remove any whip cream before putting it in his own mouth to taste.

~Que the blush

~While some how getting lost in the city. Ranpo finds a spot to get milkshakes and Boba

Does the ADA offer Dental insurance?

~ While S/O is distracted by yummy drinks, this is the time he’ll give them the most vibrant flowers they’ve ever seen. “Where were you keeping those?” “Ssshhhh, just take them!” He asked Poe to keep them fresh for him

~After dropping off the flowers in some water at home. Ranpo has one more place to drag you off to! With a few missed turns and detours of course ^^’.

~S/O might be a little surprised when he leads them to the beach, where a blanket is laid out in the sand (Though its a little blown away, nothing a quick tug at the corners won’t fix.) Regardless, as long as his S/O his happy, it was well worth it in the end. They sit listening to the crashing waves, huddle close to each other. Laughing and snacking on candy as if nothing else matter in the world.

~Sneaks a loving kiss mid sentence to seal the deal.

~”Now what were you saying darling?”

⤜♡→ Kunikida ⤜♡→

~Shows up on S/O doorstep with either their favorite flowers and or chocolate, accompanied by a small but flattering piece of jewelry. He can’t help the blush on his cheeks when his S/O hugs him in appreciation. Also expect a long sweet kiss before arriving at the ADA for the day. Once he walks through those doors its strictly buisness. But thats okay. S/O understands.

~Thhhouuugh if you show off his little gift to the other ADA members he will become flustered, while also swelling with some pride on the inside.

Dazai: Wow Kunikida, so you do have some taste~

Kunikida: WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN

~After the work day is finished. Kunikida hands S/O a bag with a simple but elegant outfit for them to change into. Surprise! He has dinner reservations at S/O favorite restaurant. His also wearing something pleasing to look at ^^

~Pleasent evening with shared conversations, loving glances, and a relaxed Kunikida. A sight to see, but one that is enjoyed.

~ Okay but like… imagine sharing a little slow dance right outside his shared appartment with S/O before finally retiring for the night. I’d pass away from melting

⤜♡→ Fukuzawa ⤜♡→

~Seeing his relaxed sleepy face first thing in the morning is a gift itself. As soon as he senses S/O rustling around, his wrapping his arms around S/O and pulling them close. Peppering kisses along their jaw and whispering sweet affections in their ear.

~Today’s a day he decided to arrive late into the ADA. He takes his time having breakfast with S/O and presents them with a small gift, something S/O has had there eye on for some time.

~Orders their favorite food for lunch and they share it together in his office with the door closed off to the other ADA members.

~Brushes the hair away from their neck to place a tender kiss between their shoulders. Enough to make their S/O shiver and it brings a smile to his face before having to return to his work.

~After working hours, Fukuzawa wants to have an evening in. Preparing a home cooked meal along side his S/O and putting on their favorite show/movie.

~Carries S/O to bed if they fall asleep on him during the moving. Lovingly tucks them in and joins them. Once again whispering how grateful he is to have someone so wonderful.

⤜♡→Chuuya ⤜♡→

~Hear me out, yes the man has money to spoil his S/O with. Buuuut what about going to a drive in movie theater with him? Double feature, popcorn, drinks, and whatever snacks their lover wants.

~During the movie trailers he surprised you with an extravagant piece of jewelry of S/O taste. Def helps S/O clasps it in its proper place.

~Followed by lots of loving kiss and sweet affection *Swoons*

~Probably rents out a car for this occasion so he can have some privacy with cuddle his S/O in the back. If S/O gets cold he offers them his jacket that is covered in his natural scent and cologne *Double swoon*

~After the movie ends at nearly 1am, I can see him offering to take S/O out to eat at whatever place may be open so late. Imagine getting the food to go but eating it in the parking lot of said restaurant. Casually conversing about the movie.

~By the time him and S/O are dragging their feet through the door, it is most defiantly time for bed. Maybe a quick shower and a change into comfortable pjs. Cuddling close to each other basking in each others shampoo scent until Chuuya once again finds you in his dreams.

⤜♡→Akutagawa ⤜♡→

~This one will be the toughest out of everyone. He isn’t exactly well versed in making something special for anyone. But Prehaps with some help from Gin, he does attempt. Key word. Attempt.

~For Aktugawa, I think it would be really sweet if his S/O were to help guide him in his endeavors. Struggling to make breakfast? Let’s do it together! No clue on jewelry? Open the conversation. He’ll be attentive to S/O answers. His not really a people person? The park is a nice open space, or Prehaps a night in with movies, or something of a similar manner.

~Fooorehead kisses, please don’t bring it up. He really is trying his best. If S/O kisses his back, he is a meeesssss.

~Couch nap? Couch nap. S/O laying their head on his chest while he gently runs his fingers through their hair while they drift off for a afternoon nap. Yes.

[anonymous-eggy]

Nicky with an Mc who crochets!

I couldn't stop thinking about this while I was working on my big blanket that im crocheting... so i hope yall enjoy! it's shorter than past headcanons, but it's smthn!

(remember to check my hc rules before requesting!)

(if requests are closed and you send a request anyway, I'll have to delete it)

he probably finds out when he sees you staring longingly at some crochet hooks or yarn.

maybe you're touching the yarn, and looking at it the way only someone who works yarn would look at it.

He'd ask you what was up and you'd sheepishly turn to him and explain that one of your favorite pastimes back where you came from was crocheting and that you'd admittedly began to miss it

cue Nicky's "spoil you and make you the happiest person ever" switch being flipped.

Nicky doesn't know anything about crocheting but by god you are gonna get an entire crochet kit even better than the one you had back home.

the only thing he isnt gonna mess with until he learns more about you and your crocheting is the yarn.

this man had tried to go shopping for yarn personally to surprise you and was flabbergasted at how many types there were.

so he ended up grabbing some yarn that was soft and would make a good blanket just to be safe.

once he learns what types of yarn you tend to go for and what colors, you can bet you're gonna have more than a lifetime supply of yarn.

he is so impressed with how you're able to weave the yarn together with such ease and create something so beautiful out of a few balls of yarn.

need a new pattern to try out? he will search for a book for you or find someone who can help you with that.

he probably knows a guy who knows another guy who knows who can help

im just gonna say this now. crochet him something. crochet him a scarf and he will wear it all winter long. crochet him a blanket and he will insist on using it to cuddle on the couch

or if you make a cool tapestry out of granny squares. it's gettin hung up somewhere, he'll find a place for it

he was never one for anything but the classic fancy suits, plain scarfs, classic fancy house decor… but smthn about the things you create makes him lose interest in his usual taste.

plain scarves are replaced with the softest crocheted scarf that has beautiful designs. the couch now has a colorful blanket draped over the back. a once bare wall now has a beautiful tapestry.

"my love, you truly bring color and warmth into my life. color and warmth i never coulda imagined having"

i bet he'd show it off too. you know those tiktoks where its a bunch of men looking at what one of the mens partner packed him for lunch? thats Nicky with Chris and his other closer friends.

oh yeah now Chris wants a cool scarf too. and a blanket. no pressure though. but he's certainly willing to pay.

just imagine a nice cozy night by the fireplace, you leaning back against him, crocheting a cozy blanket while he reads a book.

Eventually when he's tired and/or done reading, he'd wrap his arms around your waist, taking care not to mess you up, and rest his head on your shoulder. He'd press a tender kiss to your neck, and make a comment about how gorgeous you look when you're so focused.

after you two have been married for a while, i could see that becoming almost a nightly ritual for you guys. just enjoying each others presence and being comfortable and in love <3333

if you're anything like me and kinda use it as a form of meditation or a way to sit still, it certainly will become a nightly ritual.

if he catches you crocheting too much and making your hands all sore, he's gonna make you set that hook down so he can massage them and take care of your precious hands (and get attention and affection from you, but he wont admit that unless you call him out first)

this is all i could think of for now! hopefully I'll get the motivation to start working on hc requests soon!