#i need a personal taste of it immediately

[acrux-rising]

sick and tired (but never of you)

ʚ♡ɞ synopsis how the aot men take care of you when you're sick ʚ♡ɞ wc 663 ʚ♡ɞ feat. e. jaeger, l. ackerman a. arlert, j. kirstein, r. braun, p. galliard

ʚ♡ɞ eren jaeger エレン・イェーガー

tries so hard to take care of you, he really does. but one thing’s for sure - he can’t cook for shit and has absolutely no idea how to take care of another human being (since he rarely gets sick himself)

googles your symptoms, inadvertently stressing you out

“you coughed, like, three times in a row… i think you might have pneumonia”

makes sure you hydrate well, and is literally at your beck and call the whole time, tending to your every need to make sure you get well as soon as possible 

he hates seeing you in pain, after all

ʚ♡ɞ levi ackerman リヴァイ・アッカーマン

honestly? the best possible caretaker you could ask for

first thing he does is put on a mask and disinfect every surface you might have come into contact with. (if he owned a hazmat suit, he would wear it.)

makes you herbal teas or warm broth and gives you your meds regularly on the dot like a strict nurse

he’s not one to express his love for you verbally, but you’ll wake up to your favourite book on the nightstand, or your favourite meal on the dining table as you stumble out of your bedroom in a daze, still wrapped in your warm blanket

"better not complain about how you can't taste anything. would you rather have hypertension?"

ʚ♡ɞ jean kirstein ジャン・キルシュタイン

complains a lot in the beginning (“i told you it was going to be cold out, and you still insisted you didn’t need a jacket! when are you going to learn?”) of course he says this while tucking you in and tenderly brushing your hair out of your face

actually enjoys taking care of you and spoils you rotten - hot, comforting meals, massages, and your favourite movies that he normally refuses to watch, but he’ll make an exception this time

tries to be cool about it but his heart melts when you smile up at him and say thank you in that hoarse but still sweet voice of yours (what a big softie…)

"it's insane how pretty you look even when you're sick"

ʚ♡ɞ armin arlert アルミン・アルレルト

is an absolute administrative machine. he wakes up at the crack of dawn to switch off all your morning alarms, and calls in sick on your behalf.

when you wake up (around noon), he’s sitting by your bedside reading a book, whispering a gentle “good morning” to you

not the best at cooking, but he makes you soup and frankly, the love he put into it is more than enough to make you feel better instantly

takes your temperature when you’re asleep, making sure not to wake you

“right now, you need rest. don’t worry, love, i’ve got everything covered.”

ʚ♡ɞ reiner braun ライナー・ブラウン

this man runs hot all the time, so you know his cuddles are the absolute best. you wake up to a pair of strong arms around you, enveloping you in a comforting warmth

carries you everywhere without question (putting his muscles to good use)

moves all his work to your room, not letting you out of his sight for even a second - that’s how precious you are to him

gives death stares to the neighbours’ kids when they make too much noise playing in the yard

“you’ll get sick too if you stay here like this!”   “don’ care… jus’ wanna be here with you”

ʚ♡ɞ porco galliard ポルコ・ガリアード

panics when you cough too hard, though he tries to hide it. he sits at the foot of your bed scrolling on his phone while glancing at you every 30 seconds

grumbles about you getting germs on him but dutifully stays by your side the whole time anyway

calls pieck for some much-needed advice (like eren, he does not know how to take care of a whole other person)

if you say thank you or show appreciation in any way or form, he gets all flustered immediately 

“yeah, yeah, just don’t die or whatever.”

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[justevelynnnn]

Starved

Summary: Viltrumite!Mark is an eater

Warnings: MDNI🔞, Mentions of cunnilingus, reader is afab, mention of Stockholm syndrome, tiny bit of voyeurism

A/N: I’ve been meaning to put more invincible stuff out but i’m just busy i swear😭

Anyways, I’ve really been wanting to write Viltrumite mark because i literally need him like asap. I’m not the best at writing him tho especially cause this is my first time so sorry abt that. Also i was too lazy to proofread this guys 😭👎🏾💔 i’ll do it later maybe

(Also idk the artist, i tried looking but if anyone finds them let me know!)

As much as you hated him, you loved how he treated you in bed.

Especially while he ate you out.

The room itself, it was his, was huge and so was the bed. It was bigger than a king size on Earth. And it was oddly extremely comfortable and soft.

After this mark, who wasn’t actually your mark mind you, literally kidnapped you to make you his wife,—very, very long story btw— you had to become accustomed to living here. Viltrum was….intense, but also beautiful, structured and clean. And so was this guy.

Your mark on earth was awkward and kind. He hated killing. This one? This guy? He didn’t it like he was blinking. And when he laid eyes on you with that stare you couldn’t put an emotion on you knew it was over.

But enough of that.

This Mark was considered royalty here so he could just do.,..whatever!

He doesn’t care where, but if he wants to eat you out he will. It doesn’t help that Mark was your ex on earth so you just let him.

The first time was after some weird dinner thing in the dining hall a week after you arrived. You didn’t follow what they were doing well because, well, you were still traumatized from literally everything that happened. Plus, Mark’s hand was on your knee and inched up every other minute.

Everyone left and a maid started to clean up, but Mark couldn’t wait anymore it seemed. He proceeded to pick you up and lay you on the long table and pull your bottoms off.

“What-” You gasp. The maid looked up and made eye contact with Mark. They promptly left.

“I want to taste the sweetness between your legs.” Mark said in his usual nonchalant way. He stood between your now bare legs with a hand under each knee.

Shock wasn’t even the beginning to describe how you felt then. This guy has only kissed you like once. Now he’s gonna eat you out?

“Um, okay?” You sighed. What’s the use fighting him? “Are we just gonna….like, here? Now?”

Mark just nods once, expression unmoving.

You hate how he just lacks…personality. Sometimes he’s just a statue and it creeps you out how he moves so calculated.

He moves down so his head is between your thighs, his hands still pushing your legs apart so you couldn’t move even if you wanted to, and he immediately got to work. It was like he let himself go. You were concerned at first that Viltrumites just lick one long stripe each time like fucking robots but no. Nope.

Dare you say this Mark eat you out better than your own?

The way he used his tongue against you, flicking and dipping inside rhythmically had you on the verge of cumming minutes in. He groaned and moaned into you like he never tasted anything better. His nose brushed against your neglected clit every now and then which didn’t help.

You wondered why he avoided it but quickly learned he was saving it for the end. When you started twitch and trying to move away from him he held you firmly in place and started sucking on your clit, occasionally letting his tongue flick against it as well.

Then you came like never before. You saw stars. You swore you did. And the worst part was he didn’t even stop. He just kept going, slurping the juices that came out of you as you shook around him.

And then when you were done, gasping for air and still shaking a bit, he just pulled you up off the table and helped you put your skirt back on.

You couldn’t even speak. He just carried on and helped you to his room like nothing happened, his face still wet and all.

And after that night he’d just randomly eat you out. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited either when he started showing those subtle signs of needing you. Whether it was a hand on your knee or him just never leaving your side. Or even the times he’s just….staring into your soul (you did not like those times at all).

It made sense he ate you out like a god, he was one.

You could almost blame the creeping Stockholm syndrome on how he ate you.

“Your petals has the exact sweetness of a fruit from this planet i conquered once.”, Mark said one night between your legs. “A rare delicacy.”

You almost didn’t register it because you were lost in your own world of pleasure.

“Is…is that why, ughh~”, you moaned. You could hardly finish a thought because he just didn’t stop for nothing.

“Why what.” He said before returning to sucking on you.

“Is that why you like me so much?”

He paused like he was thinking about it. Then he shook his head no.

“There is more to why I “like” you.”

You wanted to say more but that was the end of that conversation because he went right back to work. Part of you believed it was stress relief. Another part now went the planet fruit excuse.

Everything else about him was composed. Regal almost.

Untouchable.

He was respected by many Viltrumites here.

But when he was between your legs like this? His heart was a mess. He made many noises you know no one else has heard from him. His eyes would get watery and filled with lust and need.

Not to mention he loved being drenched when he was done with you. One time his face was literally dripping because he got you to squirt on him. He’d always get up too, like it was nothing.

You still didn’t know how to feel about him. He was your kidnapper after all and not to mention he looked and sounded exactly like your ex. It was a complex situation. Even months later you felt conflicted.

But maybe, just maybe, you could get used to this as long as he stayed just as needy to eat you out.

[thebluediner]

MY LITTLE HARD TO GET BABY

gold digger! reader x celebrity! billie

you weren't the sweetest and most cheerful person worse when it came to romance. you couldn't figure out a way to be fully comfortable in a relationship even when you thought you liked the person. she could see that but she wanted to stayed through the push and pull just to show you how good her love was.

you met her at a party and la party, filled with influencers, celebrities, podcast bros everything entertainment. you were in the bathroom mirror fixing your makeup when she entered even so you were too immeresed in yourself you didn't even see her until you crossed paths as you left the the room. even then it was brief for you but for billie her eyes followed your every move.

she forgot about the bathroom immediately when she turned around to follow you. with a poor attempt of talking to you you shut her down by telling her what you were but the way she was so unbothered about it you were concerned she might be hard of hearing. billie on the other hand didn't care, your beauty had her wrapped around your finger the moment her eyes were blessed by your beautiful self.

it started small. billie would take you out to dinner in the most expensive luxurious restaurants with a city view and if it happened she was on tour it was in different countries. she would buy you clothes, shoes , purses , jewellery whatever you needed to show up on the dates without you asking to her your smile was all she could ever ask for.

you would talk on these dates about the smallest random things while she sat across you her smile big her eyes sparkling whenever she looked at you. even on some days you could see she was tired but still insisted on the elaborate dates. she payed attention to things most people would miss about you. her hands would hover over your skin never fully touching unless you were fully comfortable.

billie's family started noticing how much money she was spending and when they found out the called her for an intervention one that she didn't attend because she had taken you shopping. when confronted about it later on she shrugged and said she enjoyed seeing you happy.

she bought you things that weren't just big and flashy but useful because she thought you'd need it. she'd hand over her card to you to use whenever she wasn't around and you needed something. she took you to grand events just to be with you.

it wasn't your plan to fall for her but it was inevitable she was the sweetest. one night you kissed her after a date when she dropped you home and froze completely dumb founded only to pull you in closer by your waist to kiss you again. this time she was fully tasting you and being in the present just to feel you.

from that day on you refused for her to spend money on you but that only made her go big especially when she bought you a diamond necklace just because. she claimed her love for you was going to be mystical and magical this was just the beginning all because you deserve it all.

a/n: small I know but I wanted to write something about this song. Also I'm not back just lurking

[berryrev]

And It's His Secretary

Hanma Shuji is a powerful man known for his merciless ways of execution, a full blown thug and one of the crime lords who rule the underground. Everyone in the illegal scene knows what happens when they cross paths with the infamous Reaper of Tokyo.

But despite the fearful titles attached to his name, you still serve him—because you're his secretary. And those titles, sometimes, don't matter when he's acting like an insufferable, spoiled child and a complete piece of shit. (you're not mad, just tired)

-

Hanma Shuji doesn't like his coffee bitter. Or so you think. After six months as his secretary, you notice he never consumes anything sweets. Just cold water and cigarettes. Naturally, you assume he hates sugar.

"Make me a coffee, y/n" he says, pretending to be buried in paperwork. You know that act won't last. He'll get bored, dump the real work on you, and go back to lounging.

Assuming he wants it pure and black (just like his soul), you return from the pantry and set the cup on his desk. Just as you sit down, he hisses. "What the fuck is this shit, y/n?"

"Is something wrong with your coffee, sir?" you asked, trying not to panic and trigger a potential workplace murder.

"This is so bitter. What did you brew? A fucking bitter melon? Put some sugar in it"

You pause. Sugar? Isn't that against his religion or something? Still in confusion, you go back and added just half a tablespoon.

"I apologize for my mistake, sir" you say, handing over the revised cup. He sips, and a frown immediately etches across his face.

"Just say you hate me, y/n" he mutters, pointing to the cup like it personally offends him. "Because if you didn't, you wouldn't serve me this bitter bomb"

You consider your options:

1. Make him another coffee

2. Strangle him

Option 2 is illegal, but it's soothing.

"I did add sugar" you insist.

"Well, I didn't taste it" he snaps, rolling his eyes like the dramatic diva he is.

The rest of the day, you're stuck making coffee after coffee. On the fourth try, frustration takes over, so you added enough sugar to send him into a diabetic coma.

"I apologize again, sir. Here's your coffee. I put a lot of sugar in it" you say through clenched teeth.

He takes a sip and then smirks. "This! This is how you make my coffee!"

You nod, but can't resist muttering, "You could've just said you wanted enough sugar to kill an elephant"

Too late to take it back. You're about to mentally slap yourself for the slip-up when you heard him laugh. Rich, deep voice roaring within the four walls of the office. "Well, you didn't ask"

Because you hate sweets, asshole! you scream in your head.

-

Hanma Shuji wants you to bring a lighter at all times. He needs it as a smoker, and it's your responsibility as his secretary to always have one.

As second-in-command in Toman, Hanma attends various galas and events. Aside from executing enemies or overseeing illegal activities, he goes to these events to scout and gather information for the gang. That doesn't mean he doesn't get bored. So, as his secretary, it's your job to keep him at these events as long as possible, or you higher boss, Kisaki Tetta, might just serve both your heads on a silver platter.

"This is so boring. I need to smoke" he says, standing up. His six foot frame towers almost everyone. He's about to go outside when you suddenly appear at his side, startling him a bit.

"Jesus, y/n!" he exclaims, looking down at you. You almost laughed at his shock expression.

"Hanma-san, you're not allowed to leave this event until 9 PM", you remind him.

"I know, I know. I'm just gonna smoke outside. Geez, hop off my dick" he mutters, rolling his eyes as he walks toward the exit. Though he's clearly irritated, you still follow him.

Outside, Hanma pulls out a cigarette from his pocket and abruptly turns to you. "Lighter?"

"Uh..." you start rummaging through your purse, knowing full well you won't find one because you don't even smoke. "I don't have a lighter, sir."

Before his sigh of irritation can fully escape, you asked if you can go back inside to find someone who does.

Your feet ache from running through the ballroom, asking every man you pass if they have a lighter. Hanma needs his smoke and if he doesn't get it, either he'll whine all night (which is incredibly annoying), or he'll vanish with some random girl. Damn him. Why doesn't he just bring his own lighter? He's a smoker for fuck sake.

After ten exhausting minutes, you finally borrowed a lighter. You rush back outside, only to see him already smoking. When he spots you approaching, he smirks. "You're late" he says, blowing smoke in your face.

"It was difficult to find a lighter, sir. A lot of them don't smoke" you reply, seething with frustration. Your feet scream in protest after all that running, only to find him halfway through his maybe second stick. You want to choke him, really.

"I forgot I have one" he says, clearly enjoying the blank expression on your face. He knows you're holding yourself back from kicking him in the shin. "You could've told me from the start"

"Well, it's still your responsibility to bring a lighter. You know I smoke all the time" his voice is full of teasing.

This fucking menace. It's like he'd die if he didn't make your life miserable.

You've had enough. You turn and decided to head back inside.

Just as you're about to enter the hotel, you spot a pebble in the small garden outside. You pick it up, and with the precision of a sci-fi movie protagonist, you throw it.

It lands on his head.

You jump at what you've done, giggling when you see him scratch his head. You know it didn't hit hard, but the satisfaction of your little revenge is enough to send you back inside with a smile.

Hanma Shuji watches your retreating figure, amused. You did throw a pebble at him.

Fucking unbelievable.

-

Hanma Shuji is a pain in the ass when he's drunk. And you experience it when you're trying your best to drag his giant body inside the elevator.

It is midnight, and you're still in the office finishing some papers when calls you. With slurred words along with booming music in the background, he asks you to pick him up at some club in Tokyo. After arguing with him to have one of his men pick him up instead, you end up fetching him.

And now, you're out of breath, trying to balance your walk while assisting him from the side. His arm is wrapped around your shoulder, while your arm is around his waist. Damn it. He's literally 6 ft tall, a giant, and it takes all your strength to hold him up so the two of you don't fall face-first on the floor.

"Hanma-san, please help me out here. Don't fall asleep or we won't reach your floor" you say, panting. Oh how many times it crosses your mind to just leave him on the street. It isn't your conscience holding you back (this man does not have one, so why should you?) It's that death would follow if Kisaki Tetta discovers that you left his underboss on the streets shitfaced.

"Gods, you're so heavy!"

You push him onto the big couch when you finally get inside his penthouse. He groans when his head hits the armrest. It isn't intentional, really.

Hanma is finally in his safe space, so you think you can leave his premises, until he calls you, stopping you in your tracks.

"What is it?"

His next words are slurred, so you lean your face closer to him.

"Hanma-san, you're in your penthouse now. So, I will go ho—"

"Stay" he whispers, eyes still closed.

It makes you freeze for a moment, and then a sigh escapes you. You don't answer him, but instead make a mental note to prepare his medicine so he won't whine like a bitch tomorrow.

You're about to stand up when his arms wrap around you, making the two of you hair's breadth apart.

"Hanma-san, I need to go home no—" "I said stay, y/n"

He opens his eyes. Golden orbs almost hypnotize you into staying. But you know better than to believe the words of a drunk man.

When you didn't move, he leans closer. So close you can smell his perfume mixed with alcohol and cigarettes. And his grips suddenly tightens on your top.

However, you realize this isn't the right time for....whatever this is about to be, so you stand up abruptly.

And you heard a ripping sound.

He ripped your blouse.

Because he was gripping you tightly.

And then he falls asleep.

This fucker—

You stomp your foot, annoyed. Trying to hold your poor blouse together, you yank the pillow beside him and smack it into his face. He groans but keeps sleeping like a rock.

Barely keeping your sanity intact, you stomp toward the door, clutching the torn fabric so your bra won't be exposed. But not before giving your boss one final pillow slap to the face.

What. A. Pain. In. The. Ass

-

Hanma Shuji hates feeling cold. That's why he's here, trying to squeeze his tall body into your workstation because he hates feeling cold. And the office feels like it's been blasted with snow (his words)

Unfortunately, your space is the only warm place where he can wedge his giant self in.

"Hanma-san, I can't work properly if you're going to keep hogging my space" you deadpan. "Please go back to your desk. I already asked someone to bring us another heater"

Hanma looks at your standing figure in front of him. He literally drags a chair beside you after discovering that your station is warmer than the rest of this four-walled prison (his words, again)

"I don't wanna"

"Sir, please. I can't even face my computer properly" you protest. He's sprawled at your side, broad shoulders nearly blocking the entire screen of your computer.

"What do you mean? There's a bit space for you" he scoots slightly to the side, almost mocking you with his forced generosity. "And don't you like it? As your boss, I can watch you work. Consider it employee monitoring" he adds with a smirk.

Well, employee monitoring doesn't necessarily mean watching you this closely. You sigh, knowing he won't budge no matter what you do. He'll just argue that he's your boss and you need to follow orders.

"Time is running"

You sit down and start working. A bit uncomfortable because of the minimal space he's given you. And you'll try your best not to be distracted by his presence.

Minutes pass, and your bored boss starts touching everything on your table. He plays with your pen first, trying to copy your signature on a piece of paper. Then he gets curious about your staple remover.

"What's this for?"

"You remove staple wires with that"

A few more minutes pass, and suddenly your side goes quiet. No more movements bumping your chair. No more long fingers messing your desk. Just complete silence. So, you turn your head, only to see him already asleep on your table, head pillowed on his arms.

You prop your cheek on you hand and stare at him for a good minute.

Standing at six feet, broad shoulders, and ridiculously handsome face—these are the traits that make up Hanma Shuji. Not to mention, he's strong, cunning, and ruthless. Deadly combination indeed. A man truly built to be bowed down to.

But among all the qualities that make him a true crime lord, there's one thing you love most about him: his eyes.

Those golden yellow orbs that look at everyone with menace, and yet somehow hypnotize you. One look from him and you know, even if you weren't his secretary, you'd still be mesmerized enough to let him get away with his antics. Disgustingly beautiful and dangerous.

You silently opened your lower cabinet and pull out the small blanket you keep inside. He's going to wake up later with an aching neck and back, but he won't be annoyed, because it won't be cold anymore. Or so you hope, as you gently cover him with a blanket.

-

Hanma Shuji is an asshole. That's the conclusion you come to as you walk out of the conference room, barely holding back your tears.

It isn't normal. You've been a secretary at different companies for years and never once catch feelings for anyone in the workplace. Not a colleague. And especially not your boss.

Your job and personal life are always separate, clearly divided. Then again, you're not sure how much of a personal life you have left, given how much of yourself you pour into this career. Still, day after day, 9 to 5, you remind yourself to keep emotions out of the equation.

That's what you think.

Until that strange feeling starts stirring in your chest every time you interact with Hanma.

At first, it was just work. But over time, things begin to shift. You start seeing him in a different light. He stops being your boss.

He becomes a man you like.

A man you'd hold on to and wrap your arms, if only you were allowed.

You like your boss.

You like Hanma Shuji.

And it's wrong.

Even though you literally work under a crime syndicate, with a crime lord as you boss, you know that falling for him is wrong. So, you keep your feelings hidden, buried deep.

Until today's meeting shatters your resolve.

It's supposed to be an informal gathering. Guns and strategies are laid on the table. And then, suddenly, a woman from another gang walks in. The moment she arrived, she eyed Hanma and decided it's better to sit beside him. And now, they're keep flirting with each other.

You've seen this before: women trying to charm Toman's second-in-command, and him going along with it, no hesitation. In the past, you just shrug and remind him to use protection.

But this time is different. Your eyes sting. Your chest aches. You watch as she clings to his arm, their hushed voices making your stomach turn.

You are jealous.

You have front row seats to their flirting, and though you want to storm out, you stay. Because you're still his secretary after all.

You try to distract yourself by gluing your eyes to your laptop. And it was a big mistake when you suddenly looks up, just for a second, and catch the sight of Hanma biting her ear.

You bite your lip hard. And try your hardest to avoid eye contact with anyone.

Fuck.

You feel so fucking stupid.

This is exactly why you try not to entertain any feelings for him. Even though sometimes you feel he is so fond of you and him letting you get away with your little revenges and snide remarks. You know it doesn't mean anything. And falling for him would be a huge mistake.

Now, you're hurting.

An hour drags by before Kisaki finally adjourns the meeting. You didn't waste a second. You stand up and bolt out of the conference room.

The tears you hold in all that time finally spill the moment you step into the restroom.

"Why are you crying, you idiot" you whispered to yourself, trembling hands trying to wipe away the tears. "Of all the people to fall for, you choose that asshole. Seriously, y/n"

But the truth is, that asshole is the only one you want.

To meet you eye to eye and tell you he feels the same.

But too bad, he's beside another woman.

Eventually, the tears stop. You fix your appearance and pull yourself together. There are more important things to do than fall apart in a bathroom.

You walk out, your professional mask already in place. Ready to face him again.

Ready to be what you're supposed to be: his secretary.

And no matter how hard it gets, you'll try to keep your feelings hidden.

-

Hanma Shuji and his secretary. Just his secretary—nothing else. You remind yourself of that everyday. So much that you decided that it's better to distance yourself from your boss. You only talk to him when it's about work, never entertaining anything outside your job description.

No more banter. No more office shenanigans. No more petty revenge. Just work.

It's better this way, you think. Getting close to him means falling deeper without anyone to catch you.

You keep this act, not knowing that Hanma is getting antsy about your behavior.

You don't know it, but Hanma lives for teasing you. Your reactions bring life this otherwise dull office. And now you're keeping that from him. The lack of response from you made him restless. And it feels like you don't want to be near him. And he doesn't like it.

He hates it.

So he tries a different tactic. If annoying hasn't worked these past few days, maybe a change in approach will.

This time, he decides to be sweet. He buys you your favorite dessert. He’s noticed how you always eat that strawberry cake after lunch. Every time, he watches you devour it, and you try your hardest not to do your little happy dance after swallowing. You don’t know it, but he treasures those moments so much. He never tells you how fucking adorable you are or teases you about them.

"Here" he says, placing the familiar box on your desk. "Someone gave it to me. I don't like sweets, so it's yours"

He doesn't wait for your response, just turns and walks back to his chair.

You didn't say anything. You just gave a small acknowledging nod and continue working.

You've already had your lunch, so now he waits. Waits for the moment you'll open the box, eat the cake, and light up the room with that smile again.

But thirty minutes passed, you haven't even touched the box. It just sits there, looking out of place on your desk. He sighs. This isn't going to work.

He doesn't leave the office when he usually does. Typically, before sunset, he's out to do his real job. He's a criminal after all, and nights are when his world comes alive. But today, he stays. And you did not ask why.

But you feel it, the gaze he bored into you all day.

"You going home?" he asks, seeing you start to pack your things. The box of dessert still untouched.

"Yes, sir. It's already five"

He stands up, stretching. "Let's go"

You look at him, nonchalant expression almost slipping.

"I'm going home, sir" you repeated.

"Yeah? That's why I said let's go. I'll take you home"

What is he up to? Even though your heart starts to pound, you know you shouldn't agree with him.

"Thank you, sir. But I'll just take the train—"

"What's wrong, y/n? You've been acting weird" he walks towards you, his towering figure stopping in front of your desk.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sir. But if I did something wrong, I deeply apologize—"

"There, there. You're acting so professional" golden eyes lock onto yours, and suddenly, he bends down, cornering you against your desk.

Your heartbeat goes wild and you try to hide it by avoiding his gaze. But the closeness only makes it worse.

"I am always professional, sir" you say, like that explains everything.

"Yeah? Throwing pebbles at my head, changing my laptop's password, smacking me with a pillow, and hiding my cigarettes—that's all professional" sarcasm drips from his deep voice as he lists your revenges. And have you ever wonder why he let you get away with that? He thinks. If it were anyone else, he'd have killed them on the spot.

But it's you. So he lets it slide, every single damn time.

You remained silent. However, when you're about to look away again, he gently holds your chin, making you stare up at him.

"I'd rather hear you scold me than be silent like this, so talk to me. What's wrong, y/n?"

He used a voice that was so unfamiliar. It is soft, almost pleading, and Hanma is briefly amused that he spoke to you like that. He's never done this with anyone before. He realizes now, it's only with you.

And that's it. Your feelings crack through. Your knees nearly give out from the tenderness he showed you.

You like him. So so much.

And trying to distance yourself has been pointless. Especially if he keeps finding his way back into your heart.

"There's n-nothing wrong, sir—"

"Shuji. Call me Shuji" he says, leaning closer.

You let out a gasp. "I can't"

"Why?"

Because you're just a secretary. And calling his name feels...forbidden.

That thought alone makes your chest ache. Tears sting your eyes.

You look up at him, and Shuji, for all the sins he's committed, has never felt more like a sinner than when he sees those tears.

Has he caused them? Is he pressuring you?

"What's wrong, baby? Tell me"

And it's now or never.

"I- I don't like it when you're with other women" you whisper.

And the tears finally fall.

You can't stop them, just like you couldn't stop that indirect confession. You don't dare to meet his gaze, too afraid that his expression would shatter you.

The brave, composed secretary is now crying, unaware that what she said is exactly what the crime lord has been waiting to hear.

"Look at me and say that again" Shuji says, a small smile tugging at his lips. With what little courage you have left, you meet his eyes.

And Shuji, one of the most dangerous men in Tokyo, looks at you with all the softness he can muster in his golden pretty eyes.

"I don't like it when you're with other women"

And then his lips collide with yours.

He touches your cheeks, wiping away your tears as he kisses you deeply.

Pulling away breathless, he chases after your lips again. And you smile through the kiss.

"I knew it. You like me too" he murmurs, equally breathless.

"Too?"

Instead of answering, he dives back in. This time, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer—closer until there's no space left between you.

Until there's no more boss and secretary distance between you.

You know there will be so much to unpack after this. You're afraid it might not end the way you dream.

But that will be tomorrow's problem.

Because tonight, you are his equal.

[ririright]

“Operation: Drive Hayden Crazy (With Love)”

Husband! Hayden x Wife Reader (Headcannons)

❤︎ The “The Fuck” Prank

You’re chatting with Hayden in the kitchen about dinner plans.

“I was thinking maybe we could have pasta or— the fuck— roasted chicken?”

Hayden freezes, brows furrowing.

“Uh… did you just—?”

You continue, totally casual. “Yeah, but maybe we can make garlic bread too— the fuck.”

He leans in closer, eyes wide. “Are you okay? Why do you keep—?”

When you finally break and start laughing, he looks so relieved. “Oh my god, you scared me! I thought you were… possessed or something.”

For the next hour, he’ll randomly go, “The fuck?” back at you with a grin.

❤︎ The “Wiping the Kiss” Prank

You’re lounging on the couch, and Hayden leans in for a sweet kiss.

The moment he pulls back, you immediately wipe your mouth with an exaggerated frown.

His face drops. “What—? Did I… do something?”

He tries again, a little gentler. You wipe it again, now looking even more annoyed.

“Okay, no. I’m insulted. Come here.” He’s on top of you, smothering you with rapid kisses

“You can’t escape, sweetheart. No more wiping.”

When you finally confess it was a prank, he huffs. “You’re lucky I love you.”

But for the next few hours, he’ll randomly wipe his own lips dramatically after you kiss him.

❤︎ The “Flashing Him” Prank

You pretend you’re setting up your phone for a TikTok dance in the living room.

Hayden is casually reading in the background, pretending not to watch you, but he’s totally watching.

You suddenly turn around, lift your shirt, and flash him.

His jaw drops, the book falling out of his hands. “Wait—did you—?”

You turn back like nothing happened, doing your fake dance again.

He’s laughing now, getting up,

“Oh, so that’s how we’re playing today?”

He wraps his arms around you from behind, murmuring, “Gonna do that again, or was that a one-time show?”

❤︎ The “Fighting an Invisible Person” Prank

You’re both parked in the drive-thru line, and as you wait, you suddenly whip around to the empty backseat.

“I told you to leave us alone!” you shout, swinging your hand like you’re trying to shove someone away.

Hayden’s eyes go wide, his hand gripping the steering wheel. “Babe?”

You continue, voice panicked. “What’s your problem?! You have no right— let go!” You start thrashing, making it look like you’re being dragged into the backseat.

“HEY!” Hayden unbuckles, spinning in his seat. “Get off her!” He’s already trying to climb over the console, hands out like he’s about to grab this ‘invisible attacker’.

You’re flailing dramatically, your hand smacking him in the face by accident.

“I got you, sweetheart!” He’s in full hero mode. “Hold on!”

Suddenly, you stop, sitting back calmly. “Okay, they’re gone.”

Hayden’s jaw drops. “What… what the hell?”

You burst into laughter, tears in your eyes, and it takes a second for him to realize. He just slumps back in his seat, breathless. “I’m gonna need, like, ten minutes to calm down. Do you want me to have a heart attack?!”

❤︎ The “Salty Soup” Prank

You stir the pot, trying not to laugh as you add an obscene amount of salt. “Babe, can you taste this real quick?”

Hayden wanders over, smiling, and takes a big spoonful. The second the soup hits his tongue, his face twists in pure horror.

“Jesus— are you trying to mummify me?” He’s coughing, rushing to the sink for water.

“Oh, really? You think it needs more salt?” You grab the shaker and start shaking again.

“NO!” He lunges, wrestling the salt from your hand. “Babe, you’re committing a war crime in this kitchen!”

You try to look serious. “I just thought it needed a little more flavor.”

“Flavor? You mean ‘instant dehydration’?” He’s laughing now, but there’s a hint of trauma in his eyes.

❤︎ The “Electrocuted Prank”

You’re in the bathroom, teasing your hair into a wild, frizzy mess, making it look like you stuck a fork in an outlet. A little black eyeshadow smudged on your cheeks gives you that perfect “I-just-got-fried” look. You glance at yourself in the mirror, trying not to laugh.

Perfect.

Taking a deep breath, you step into the kitchen, grab the unplugged toaster, and position yourself just right. Then you scream.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Hayden’s footsteps are thunderous down the hallway, practically skidding into the kitchen. “What—what’s wrong?!—”

The second he turns the corner, you launch into your act. Your entire body convulses, shaking violently, your mouth open in that same desperate scream. Your eyes are wide, a mix of terror and—barely concealed—laughter.

But you hold it in.

Hayden’s face goes ghost-white. “Oh my god! DROP IT!”

You don’t. You keep shaking, your scream wavering just enough to sound unhinged.

“PUT IT DOWN! LET GO!” He’s rushing forward, then stopping short, waving his hands in a frenzy. “Wait! No—okay, okay, don’t move! Uh—what do I—”

He spins, grabs the closest thing he can find—a spatula. “I-I’ll knock it out of your hands!” But he can’t seem to commit, bouncing from one foot to the other. “No! That’s too violent! Okay, okay, think, Hayden—think!”

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to keep your expression serious, the scream only growing louder.

“AHHHHHHH!”

“I’m getting a towel!” He lunges for a dish towel, snapping it in the air like he’s going to lasso you. “Okay, just… just stay calm!”

You start to crumble, your lips twitching. He notices. “Wait a minute—”

Your scream turns into a breathless giggle, and the toaster clatters to the counter.

“Y-You—” He’s staring, wide-eyed, breathless. “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”

You’re doubled over now, clutching your stomach, tears in your eyes. “You should’ve seen yourself!”

“I thought—” He points at the unplugged cord. “I thought you were going to become a human lightning rod!”

Still giggling, you reach out to hug him, but he steps back, hand over his chest. “No. No hugs for you.”

“Oh, come on,” you wheeze, wiping your eyes. “You would’ve saved me.”

“I was about to kick that toaster out of your hands like a football.” His serious face breaks, and he’s laughing now too, rubbing his face. “You are the most evil woman I know.”

You grin, leaning up to kiss him. “But you love me.”

He finally wraps his arms around you, pulling you in. “Oh, I do. But I’m getting you back for this. I’m gonna get you so good you’ll regret ever buying that toaster.”

[yandere-sins]

The Octopodes' Tale - Chapter III

I finished this last week but my new work sadly got in the way of correcting it! But I hope we get through more than one chapter per week from now on! Thank you guys for voting, and this time, I have some delicious name drops for you, and the first rather serious decision >:3 Enjoy! Fandom: Original Content   Pairings: Yandere!Octopus Merman x GN!AFAB!Reader Words: ~2k  Warnings: Yandere, Monsters (Tentacels, Oversized Mention, Mermaids, Monster Appearances, Sharp Teeth, Claws), Fear of potential harm, Discussions of death/dying, Mentioning of (animal) hunting for food

Your hand trembling, you slowly raised it towards the tentacle. 

It seemed miles away, yet too close for comfort, but with the patience of a saint, it didn’t move until you touched it, fingertips gliding over the slippery velvet of the tentacle’s skin. The red rested heavily in your hold as you wrapped your palm around it, suction cups sticking to some of your fingers, the suction in- and decreasing repeatedly as if the octopus was taking multiple tastes of you, something you probably had to come to terms with from now on as it was how these creatures explored their surroundings. 

With tender cautiousness, the tentacle began to wrap around your wrist and arm like it had with the Professor, rubbing against and clinging to you before simply staying still, almost reaching your elbow. Sudden claps rang out behind, making you twist your head back to see the other researchers clapping their hands, and a multitude of relief washed over everyone, the guards lowering their guns and stepping away. Even the Professor let out a few chuckles, seemingly pleased with your decision as he gave your shoulder another pat. 

“Good choice,” he praised, getting up with a grunt. “I’ll have your instructions and research plan delivered to you. Your amenities and personal belongings should be here by tomorrow afternoon; please let us know if anything is amiss or if you need more to settle in. We can arrange most requests.”

“W-Wait, so quickly?!” you gasped, struggling to get back on your feet. Your arm was still in the siren’s grip, and he straightened up as he watched you trying to find your balance. With a firm tug, the merman lifted you up, assisting you in a weird, helpful way, and you stared at him blankly for a moment while he perked up like a puppy wanting praise. Shaking your head, the lack of oxygen underwater must have done some serious damage if you compared such a creature to a sweet, harmless baby dog, but you brushed the thought aside quickly.

“Shouldn’t I go back and pack my things? What about my parents? I should tell them the good news!”

“That’s what letters are for, right?” the Professor calmly retorted, not even giving your first question any mind. The other researchers passed you by, chatting merrily, seemingly just as unbothered as the Professor. You walked after him, the guards at your back and the tentacle clinging to you as you moved around the pool. There was only a certain range you could walk while still being held by the octopus, but thankfully, he was moving with you, drifting back into the water and swimming by your side as all of you crossed the pool.

“With all due respect, Sir, but I can’t just suddenly disappear like that. There are things to plan for, and I–”

With a shocking speed, the Professor spun around. You took a surprised step back, the tentacle tightening around your arm, sensing your tension. From the corner of your eye, you could see the watchful octopus in the water, head bobbing at the surface as he observed, unwilling to let go of you even though the tentacle was stretching to reach you by now, careful not to pull you into the water. 

“Nobody leaves,” the Professor said sternly, everyone quieting immediately. “We can’t risk the knowledge of the sirens spreading. Can you imagine the panic that would break out? The danger it would put these creatures in, as people would target and hunt them? Do you want that? We must protect them, you said it yourself!”

“I won’t tell anyone! I mean, it sounds a little crazy if I just return home and keep talking about mermaids, right?”

“Maybe you don’t have to say it, but who guarantees you won’t get kidnapped by our rivals? There are all kinds of things they may do to you to get all the information out of you. It’s safest if you stay here.”

“But–”

“That decision is final. Make sure to read and sign the contract by the end of the day.”

The Professor took a step towards you, placing his hand on your shoulder again. The tentacle tightened, and for a moment, you felt like the creature in the pool below was the least of your troubles as its touch calmed you, like a promise of protection. “Don’t worry,” the Professor reiterated. “We’ll take care of everything. You just focus on your upcoming project and spend some time with your new protegee. I’m sure you have many questions, and he’s best suited to answer them.”

The number panel beeped as someone punched in the code for the door, the hinges opening with a heavy thud. Before long, every other person besides you left the room, leaving you behind with even more questions than you had before, and with a creature that was still dangerous and clinging to you. 

“Are you okay?” he called out from below, and you realized you were holding your breath, slowly letting it out. Turning towards the edge of the walkway, you looked down into the pool, seeing his yellow eyes shining from the blue, and you brushed against the arm wrapped in his tentacle, a stinging sensation coming from your skin. 

“I- I think so,” you mumbled, grabbing the tentacle. “Can you let go of me now?”

It felt strange to talk to him as if he was a person. Perhaps he was, even when all the signs pointed in completely different directions. The pressure on your arm intensified briefly, then slowly slid off, and you sighed in relief as you watched the tentacle glide back into the water. There were visible marks left behind on your skin where the cups had stuck to you, something you probably had to get used to now. 

“Are you really going to stay with me?” the octopus asked, bubbles rising from his mouth as he sank back down, as if afraid of your answer. 

“Guess so,” you sighed, sitting down on the walkway and letting your legs dangle from the edge, still unsure what was happening. It didn’t seem like you’d be leaving, though, at least not that day. Although it concerned you, there seemed to be nothing you could do right then and there. You’d have to find someone else who could help you get out, but you didn’t know anyone, and after the commotion you caused, it was probably wiser to let things calm down first. 

“What’s your name?” the siren asked suddenly, shooting out of the water and holding on to the grate on both sides of you. He pulled his body up with more upper body strength than you would have attributed to him, but it made sense, given how his body must have worked. Still, with the writhing mess of tentacles beneath him, he must have been pretty strong to lift himself out of the water like this. Your scientific instincts were tingling as you wanted to learn more about this strange creature, but he was still untrustworthy for now.

Instinctively, you scooted back, just in time to avoid having your legs crushed by his weight. “It’s… It’s [Name],” you hesitantly told him, not sure if this was necessary or appropriate in the kind of relationship you two had. After all, you were there to research him, even if his face resembled a human’s. Perhaps it was better to know each other’s names, but it also built closeness between two people, which would make it more complicated if you had to do things that would be uncomfortable. 

“Pretty!” he chimed, propping his head on his hands. If he had legs, you were sure they’d be bouncing up and down like a schoolgirl’s as he kept talking. “I’m Leo! Are you hungry? Do you like crab meat? I am a really good hunter, I can get you some! Oh, but they are rationing my food here, so I don’t have any right now… How about we play something? The old caretaker used to throw balls my way, and I’d throw them back! We just need to be careful not to break the things on the table over there, I don’t want you to get mad at me, too… How about a massage? Everyone likes those, right?”

“I’m good!” you quickly replied, trying to follow his stream of words as they seemed to come endlessly. “Did you say old caretaker? What happened to them?”

Leo was still going on about activities you two could do when he suddenly stopped, processing your question. His eyes were unblinking, staring right into your soul. “They… died,” he finally said, sounding like he was putting his thoughts together. “I think,” he added. 

“They always wanted to leave the facility and did this thing with their eyes, which made them water a lot. Crying, that’s the word. They taught me that! They were kind and I really liked them! But people die, right? It’s normal? They said they’d come back and left through that door-” he pointed at the only exit, “-but they didn’t. That man said they died.”

You gasped as he spoke about the Professor, Leo’s hair turning ashen momentarily, indicating who he meant. You should have assumed that he would have some traits of an octopus, but you hadn’t realized how much until you saw his colors change, quickly turning back to pink and then red as if alarmed. Perking up, he looked around as if to try and find the danger, but you quickly composed yourself again, and he seemed to relax. 

“It made me really sad,” he admitted, and you nodded sympathetically. You couldn’t imagine what he was going through. You weren’t a giant creature captured and being researched. But he seemed to have bonded with his previous caretaker, and seeing how attentive and caring he was towards you, perhaps he really wasn’t an evil soul. 

“Do you want to leave?” you asked him with sudden curiosity. You two had talked about others leaving, and you felt stuck here, so perhaps he did too? Leo’s head sank to the grate as he hummed thoughtfully. 

“I do. I want to go home. I want to see my mate again, but they won’t let me. And now I have you, so I can’t leave just like that either.”

He waved his hand in the air in a similar motion that a human might snap their fingers when they talked about a spur-of-the-moment decision, some of the tentacles behind him doing the same. It felt like such a natural motion that it made you chuckle, and he peeked up at you, smiling softly. 

“You don’t have to stay here because of me,” you assured him, reaching forward and playfully rubbing his hair. Only when you were doing it did you realize you were thinking of him like a puppy again, immediately drawing back. But Leo only grinned more, exposing his sharp teeth and tilting his head forward again as if to ask for more pets. 

“I do. Otherwise, you’d be dead, too, right? You can’t leave here, and they won’t let me go. Straci says we can’t take more lives than necessary, so I can’t let them kill you just because I left.”

You gulped. It almost sounded like… everyone who tried to leave got killed. That couldn’t be true, right? This was a government facility; they couldn’t just kill people for leaving... right? It was only what this creature put together in his mind to make sense of things when his caretaker didn’t come back. “I’ll be fine,” you reassured him, giving his head another brief pat. But would you? Somehow, you couldn’t shake the eerie feeling you had, especially when you reflected on the Professor’s strange, sometimes persistent behavior and words, instructions and orders aside. 

“You…” Leo mumbled, suddenly reaching out a hand towards your leg. Carefully, he gripped your shin, squeezing it before looking up at you with glossy eyes and a trembling lip. “You won’t leave me, right? You won’t leave me here, all alone, too?”

Immediately, you wanted to say that you wished you could do something to help him, but that at some point, you’d have to leave, too. You couldn’t imagine anyone working here spending all their time and life at this job. There must be someone who went home after a long day or took a vacation, at least. Leo’s striking eyes were dimmed as he looked at you almost pleadingly. It must have been tough to be here. Tougher than what you imagined when you considered working for this facility. 

But considering his strength and the genuine sadness he seemed to feel, maybe saying that his newly appointed caretaker would leave him as well would make him snap. He was still a siren and not a human. It felt wrong to lie to a face that looked at you with the innocence of a lonely creature, but perhaps it was the right way.

Thoughts and reasoning as always, are welcome! ♥

[bnnysweets]

I CAN TASTE IT, MY HEART BREAKING

ex!abby x ex!reader

author’s note: english is not my first language. this is inspired by a asmr (yes lame ik) bc i was ADDICTED to it. this is gonna have a part 2. sorry for being inactive :((, a lot is happening in my personal life.

warnings: abby is a doctor so obviously modern au. a little angst. jealousy. insecurity. talk ‘bout cheating (r just thinks about it but didn’t happened!). reader is called sweetheart and baby, but gender is unspecified.

the beginning of the end started on a thursday morning, you and abby already were a little distant, she was going through a rough time in her job, she had too much to do in her shift and after too, and you didn’t want to interrupt so you just gave space. but in the morning that everything went wrong, abby forgot her lunch —that you always packed—, and you went to give it to her at her job, a pretty building with mirrored windows and all that fancy furniture.

you gave your name at the building entrance and went to her floor, you noticed that she had a new secretary in her clinic now — she didn’t told you that — the secretary, lucy, the name that was on her badge, was very talkative until you told her that you were abby’s girlfriend, she immediately changed demeanor, making a ugly face, she told you to wait that very soon abby would be free. while you were sitting at the waiting room, lucy was talking at her phone very quietly but you still could listen “yeah, her girlfriend is here, ugh! abby knows i’m prettier than her, why they still together after everything we did last weekend?” she said so irritated that you started to feel unwanted. abby emerged from her office, “oh hi sweetheart.” she leaned in and kissed your cheek, “is everything ok? you didn’t said that you would come.”, your mind was a little fogged up thinking about what lucy said, what her meant by “everything”?, “…yeah, everything is fine, you just forgot your lunch.” you showed her the lunch box that you spent hours making, “oh my god! thank you baby! thank you! i’m so hungry.”, “abby can we talk?” you asked ignoring her eagerness, “hum, sure.”

you two entered her office and you started crying, abby rushed to hug you but you didn’t let her, “are you hiding something from me abigail?” you asked with those big and wet eyes and abby felt her kingdom fall apart at your sign, “baby no! you know everything ‘bout me.” she said soo confused, “why didn’t you told me ‘bout your new secretary?” your tone full of accusation but it was just insecurity, lucy was a beautiful woman, she looked good in the damn uniform and maybe abby was just tired of you. “i didn’t told you because i didn’t thought it was important an-“ “why didn’t told me about everything you did together?! why? why are you lying to me?!” you were a mess at this point, your once white dress now stained with mascara and wet with your tears, abby started to get angry, “what the hell are you talking about?” and that was your limit, “lucy! why was she talking that she was prettier than me?! why she said that after everything you did together it was a surprise we still together? why abby? why?” abby was walking in circles in her office while you were standing in front of her desk, “are you saying i cheated?!” she asked so offended, “i didn’t said that…” you dropped your eyes to the ground, “and didn’t need to! you made yourself very clear, you called me a liar.” she was red, now very stressed by something totally unexpected “i think we should take a break…” you suggested, “yeah i think we really should, i can’t be with someone that don’t trust me.”

dividers by @fairytopea

[estelle-ghoulette]

He didn't know what he was doing hwre. Yet again. He stood at the doorway, jaw clenched and tears in his eyes as he stood there.

"You're acting like a child"

"Shut up." Ridley hissed at that sadly familiar voice behind him, his hands clenched into fists. He'd been standing at the door for what, ten minutes now? Why can't he just man up and knock? Was it some denial of weakness? Refusing to admit he had yet another bad dream? He felt frozen in place, tears falling down his cheeks as he stood there, breathing heavy. He needed someone nearby. It was an improvement he didn't immediately go hiking in the woods again, but that meant he was out of his comfort zone when it came to confronting his own emotions without using some sort of substance like alcohol or thc. Biting his tongue, he lifted his hand up and knocked on the door, his movements a little stiff. He felt like he couldn't speak, biting on his tongue until it stung, a faint taste of blood in his mouth.

@ridley-emeritus

*The moment she had heard the door knock, Estelle woke up and climbed out of bed to make her way over to the door. That last person she had expected to see was there. Ridley. Estelle hadn't seen him in a short while but nonetheless let him into the room, closing the door behind him*

What's up Rids? Not sleeping very well I think? Your eyes look exhausted- Cmon- come in.. Let's see what we can do

*Unlike usual she doesn't immediately coddle him and fuss. Having comment off someone that fussing won't always help*

[silkieluv]

This is so petty and particular to me and my tastes but any movie!ninja fics that have Kai and Nya coincidentalky the new students in town/school so they don't know who Lloyd is, who he dad is and his reputation so they adopt and defend him immediately.

It feels like a cheap way to get RGB siblings without having to address the huge ass elephant In the room and also makes the other three look bad because they were there the whole time and did nothing to help Lloyd

It just takes any interesting development u could have out of the story by having Kai and Nya be these saviors and protectors to Lloyd right off the bat instead of realizing that he's not bad at all like the rest I dunno it's super petty but it's how I feel

BAHAHAHA YES

Kai and Nya just moved from their last apartment because they needed to go somewhere cheaper and somehow the first person they see is Lloyd and he’s like “you’re… you’re not gonna hit me…? ><“ and the rest is history

I absolutely agree that it’s a cheap way. It’s like love at first sight only because the author doesn’t want to write them platonically or is too lazy to do it.

Also, if Kai really as cool as they most of the time make him out to be, HOW is Lloyd the first kid he stumbled upon? And magically after he does suddenly 5 other people want to talk to him. Where were you 10 seconds ago??

And Garmadon terrorizes ALL of Ninjago. Nobody is interested in taking over ONE town and with how powerful he is, he’s been on the news/radio enough times for Kai and Nya to know who he is even if he does want to take over that specific city.

[hearthandhallows]

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Dante watched Jesse jog around the truck like it was the most natural thing in the world to go hunting for a CD player in the middle of a drive-in, and despite himself, he huffed a laugh. “You’re tellin’ me you got a discman ridin’ shotgun? Aye, you really don’t fuck around, huh?” His tone was teasing, but not unkind, and that wall he’d started stacking back up, brick by careful brick, was already crumbling again

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ When Jesse flopped back down beside him, making the whole truck groan, Dante shifted just slightly so their arms brushed. He didn’t move away, though, just sat there with the contact. “You better not be oversellin’ it,” he warned lightly, though the smile was there, tugging stubborn at the corner of his mouth. “’Cause if I listen to this and don’t immediately feel like makin’ out in the backseat of my Regal, I’m blamin’ you.”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The movie flickered on behind them, mostly ignored, and the sounds of chaos and camp blurred into the background. Dante’s gaze drifted back to Jesse as he spoke, and his expression softened with it. The firelight licked at his lashes, casting gold along the edges of his face. “Yeah,” he murmured, voice lower, more certain. “I get that.” He hesitated a second, then added, “But I don’t think you gotta shut up first. Not all the way. I think you just need someone who don’t mind the noise.” He didn’t say it, but his mind flicked briefly to his cousin - the only person who’d really seen him after the crash. The one who didn’t ask for an explanation when he bailed on everything and everyone else.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “C’mon, then” he said, nodding toward the player. “Let’s hear this horny baseball musical magic of yours.” His smile faltered after just a second, and he said, “Um.” His face burned, and he really didn’t wanna talk about it, but, with the music playing loud in the background, and Jesse having been on his bad side… He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, and then crawled over the other, just real quick. “I can hear better on this side.” Was all he said, then he pushed play. Could he have hopped off the tailgate and moved himself that way? Yeah, but Dante rarely thought, just did.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ It was still a little hard to hear, and he subconsciously started moving even closer to the discman, but the grin grew on his face as the song continued. “Paradise by the dashboard light, huh?” He said, and by the time the interlude completed, he was laughing. “Oh, damn, that’s all crazy.” The song continued on, and Dante nodded his head, tapping in rhythm against the metal of the truck bed. He really liked the song.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Then the final verse came, and Dante sat there blinking, mouth parting in disbelief. “You weren’t kiddin’. Promised forever and shit!” His tone was full of giddy outrage, his grin spreading again. The thing about Dante Reyes, underneath all the bruised pride and bad decisions, was that he was a chismoso at heart. This song had the same wild, dramatic energy as sitting around a cousin’s kitchen table, talking mad shit and laughing till his ribs ached.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “You got taste, cabrón.” He said as the song came to a close, the toothy grin having returned.  At this point, the movie was just background noise, he hadn’t looked at the screen in a while.

"Oh they did more than make out," he remarked, eyes following Dante's movements as he pulled out the paper and pen to write things down. "They were feelin' each other up n' everythin', 'cause that's what the song is 'bout.. the thing breaks out into a play-by-play of some baseball announcer — y'know what? Hold that thought." He held up a finger, before suddenly scooting off the truck bed and jogging around the truck to its passenger side. Jesse opened the door and there were sounds of him digging around in the glove compartment.

Seconds later, he was climbing back into the truck bed and flopped back down besides the other man, causing the entire truck to wobble and creak. "I ain't doin' it justice, it's better to hear it for yourself," Jesse told the other, holding up a Sony discman. Yeah, he did have his most favorite album on hand at any second, thank you.

As Jesse set it up, he laughed from Dante's description and glanced toward the forgotten movie screen right as Frank N. Furter flashed across it. "I guess you're right, we are," he was amused. "I never thought of him like a queer alien but he is, ain't he? Literally from some world Transylvania n' they take blast off at the end.." Why it never really occurred to him to think of them as Others, though, he couldn't say. Probably because those people didn't look too different from him, he figured.

The player got sorted, and he looked up. "Yeah," Jesse was sheepish, "it's kinda hard to get me outta my head, even for a song or two. I gotta get myself to shut the fuck up first." Really, it was his fault, not anyone else's. They were always his thoughts that got in there, muddied everything up. Held him back. "So uh," he sat down the player, looking briefly at the screen before hazel eyes settled back on Dante's face, "if you wanna hear what I'm talkin' on.." It was ready to play.

[yandere-daydreams]

saw one of the trending posts that asked the question "does your favorite author know they're your favorite author?" so i decided to submit this so you know you're my fav

you have such a large following and i've always thought it was so cool how you interacted with them, you handled sooo many annoying asks like "ew how could you write about yanderes why would you like something like that" to explaining why you don't include "i don't condone this type of thing irl" on every post that you make

i've always thought you were so eloquent in your writing and i know you did you got into this becuz there wasn't existing content out there that you wanted to see, so you made it yourself and i think your taste in literature must be so good since i've read what your writing is like

you have such a distinct style i can immediately tell when it's something you've written without needing to see it's your username at the top of the post

you have a true horror element to a lot of things that you make, and i've read some of the commissioned posts you make (which is just another thing that means your skill is real because people PAY YOU!!! to write their dirty fics like wow how cool is that) and even if i wasn't the person who commissioned them i thought they were so good in their own right that i would've been willing to spend money too

you churn new fic out like you're a 12-man team behind that screen like woah. meanwhile my drafts sit for wears collecting dust and cobwebs. which is another thing (this is the embarrassing part that made me go on anon) i desperately want you to follow me like i've genuinely sat in my bed wondering if i submitted an ask offering $5 for you to follow me if you would do it 😭😭😔

but i wanted to earn your following so i was like "well i write yandere stuff too so maybe if i keep writing stuff one day they'll follow me for it" but realistically that's not going to happen and you're just this cool untouchable person outside of my realm of comprehension

you have this no-fucks-given attitude which i really respect you for because alot of people have zero boundaries here and shamelessly demand things from people

i don't really know much about you outside of tumblr ofc so i wish you the best, like i hope you have an awesome job you enjoy doing that pays well with good insurance and days off and you find a super cheap affordable house and a good mileage car 🙏😔 times are tough and i hope you're doing well

ahhhh thank you thank you thank you!!! ngl it is very discouraging to be someone posting very niche content sometimes, so generously dulled out validation is always appreciated <3 i do accept paid promotions but you Must understand my prices are higher than that. i'm a whore but not a cheap one i fear.

also!!! about the wip thing!!! honestly i think it's just a matter of fully fleshing out + investing yourself into the concept before starting at all. it's much easier to stagnate when you don't know where your story's going. i've found the plot of plenty of fics halfway through but i have also. failed at that and had to start over entirely. what we do is not joyous but it sure must be fulfilling ig.

[wildsaltair]

one night, Maximus! one night and then a lifetime PLEASE I am begging you

[snugdotmp3]

@cupcakewebkinz part 2.................. WARNING!!! tooth-rotting fluff, will cause your death /silly (i hope you dont mind being tagged and if you do sorry,, it wont happen again 🫡)

#iHATEshellevision 😡

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“Okay.. Now how do I make French toast?” Minor setback. But that wasn’t going to discourage her—not when her wonderful girlfriend deserves breakfast. Worry not, she knows just the right person to call!

She simply looked for Sprout’s contact saved on her screen as ‘Berry-boy’. Luckily, it was fourth after Shelly, Brightney, and Astro.

Sprout picked up in less than a minute, still looking sleepy. “Wow, the Vee Version 1 calling at 6:09? That’s a new record. You’re up early for a Saturday.” He said, trailing off with a yawn.

“I’m always up early. I just don’t call the Sprout Seedly every morning, y’know?” Vee retorted back. 

The strawberry toon frowned slightly at his last name being mentioned. “Yeah, exactly. What do you want from me?”

“I need help. How do I make French toast?”

Sprout blinked. “So there’s this really useful thing they invented, it’s called Google.”

“I know! It’s just that, I trust you more than I trust Google.”

“Aww, I’m flattered! Okay, let’s get started on that French toast for Shelly.”

“...I never said anything about Shelly!”

“Well, it’s not like you’re gonna eat it! Do you want me to help you or not?”

“Yes.” She crossed her arms.

“Alright then. It’s gonna be so delictable- wait no, delectable. Whatever, you get what I mean.” Sprout paused, looking to the side. “Let me move first, I don’t want to wake Cosmo up.” 

Vee tapped her foot on the ground, getting a little impatient. Although, she snickered a bit at Sprout mentioning Cosmo. He finds a way to mention his ‘best friend’ in every single conversation.

“Obviously, you gotta get the ingredients first. You just need…”

She carefully followed each of Sprout’s instructions—whisking, dipping, pan frying. Aside from learning how to make French toast, she also learned that making it is surprisingly easier and quicker than she expected.

“Last but not least, my favorite part! Maple syrup!” He paused to watch Vee douse the toast with the pale golden syrup. “Voila! There you have it, French toast! Oh yeah, you can also add toppings like bananas or strawberries just to add that extra taste. But maybe don’t add strawberries while still on call with me.”

“Just because you said that, I’m gonna add cut-up strawberries while still on call with you.”

“Yeesh, okay. Do what you want.” Sprout remarked. “I’m sure Shelly’s gonna love it. No need to thank m-”

Vee tapped the red button, ending the call abruptly. Mission accomplished.

She smiled with satisfaction at the delicious-looking French toast. It smelled sweet—probably. She wouldn’t know, but Sprout said the scent was one of the best parts. Then, she turned around at the sound of the bedroom door creaking open.

“Mmm, what’s that smell?” Shelly asked, voice bright. She looked and sounded much more awake than she did twenty minutes ago. Her gaze shifted from Vee to the toast on the dining table. “Oh my gosh. It looks so good, like it’s out of a photograph!”

Vee’s screen glowed with joy. You know what? She doesn’t need to smell anything. Seeing Shelly smile was more than enough. The ammonite shell took a seat and immediately started digging into the toast. “It tastes even better than it smells,” She said happily, taking another bite. “You know, this means a lot. You making me breakfast.. It’s really sweet!”

One of Vee’s antennae twitched with joy. “Well, you work so hard. You totally deserve it.” Her screen shone with a little ‘:]’ smile. “Promise me you’ll let me help with your late-night work next time, because I don’t want you to overwork yourself!” 

Shelly giggled with amusement. “Promise.”

i happen to have free will so of course i write domestic fluff of a tv and an ammonite shell like any person would do🫡🫡

now that i think of it i've been posting a LOT of shellvision

you know what who cares it's my posts i can do what i want 🤑

btw the shelly-bean thing is from one of @cupcakewebkinz anons,, it's so cute i couldn't not put it here

maybe i'll write more for this if i feel like it (it's painfully short i'm so sorry)

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Vee’s screen lit up with a soft glow, displaying a picture of a full battery. The fully charged icon blinked for a moment before fading to show her face on the screen. She didn’t really have the ability to ‘wake up’, it was more of her systems turning on. So of course, she wouldn’t still feel tired, she wouldn’t have the need to stretch, yawn, or any of those things. 

Yet still, she extended her arms upwards, sitting up on the bed. She spent a good minute staring at the wall and feeling the soft blanket shift gently on her legs. But then she remembered—why gaze at some wall when you can gaze at your girlfriend?

She turned to her left, where Shelly was still asleep. The mere sight of her resting so peacefully, curled up in the blanket like a cat made Vee want to lie back down, just to see how it feels to be so pretty. Never in a billion lifetimes would she admit it out loud, but things like this made her smile uncontrollably like a little kid. 

She wanted to cuddle Shelly so badly, but she imagined being greeted by cold metal wrapped around you first thing in the morning wasn’t exactly cozy.

With a soft laugh, she slipped out of bed and walked over to Shelly’s side of the bed. She opened the curtains, her hands brushing against a row of potted plants that were placed on the windowsill. Her antennae perked up at the sound of a faint groan behind her. 

“Morning, Shells!” She greeted her partner with a sincere smile. She turned around to be greeted back by maybe, no, definitely the most endearing sight she’s ever seen—Shelly, rubbing her eyes, still half-asleep & half-covered in a blanket, with the golden rays of sunlight shining on her so perfectly like it was a dream. Vee found herself at a loss for words.

“I- oh, wow.”

“Oh- Good morning Veevy!” Shelly said, voice still sleepy but trying her best to sound energetic. “Did you want to say something?”

“Hm? No, I didn’t.”

“Oh really now?” Shelly raised an eyebrow in response, smirking.

“Okay. I just wanted to say that, uh, you looked really, really pretty in that lighting.” Vee grinned sheepishly.

Shelly blinked. “So do I not look pretty in other lighting..?” “What? NONONO THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEA-”

“Relax, I was only teasing with ya, Vee!” She laughed for a moment before abruptly stopping. “Oh, I made it awkward, didn’t I? Sorry.” She rubbed the back of her neck guiltily. “Oh, and thank you for the compliment. You know, I don’t think I tell you this enough, but you look really, really, really pretty too. In all kinds of lighting!”

Vee beamed with joy. “...That means a lot coming from you.”

“I’m just telling the truth!” Shelly winked, pushing the blanket aside. She stood up from the bed to stretch. 

The two stood in silence before Vee said something to break it. “You know what, you stayed up really late working last night, so you deserve to go back and rest. I can make breakfast for you, it’s no big deal.”

“You really don’t need to, y’know-”

“Nuh uh uh. Do you have anything in mind for breakfast?”

“Hmm.. French toast! But I’m not asking you to-!”

“French toast it is then! Make sure to get enough rest, okay? You’ve earned it.”

“Whatever you say, Vee-bee.” Shelly rolled her eyes playfully. “Don’t burn anything!”

“Have a good sleep, Shelly-bean!” Vee gave her a wave before closing the door gently, walking off towards the kitchen. Her screen glowed just a little brighter with her antennae still perked up.

“Okay.. Now how do I make French toast?”

[napoftustar]

my best friend came to me said “one of our friends wanted to know/try out kpop and while others were sending blackpink, exo, bts songs i sent her txt!!! i’m the best, right???” HAHAHSGQGSHFJFJEJKDMQHF and i was like “proud of you lil soldier” hahsbdnwjqkdjxdmwkkf

[swallowtail-ageha]

Bringing Insane Discourse that was caused by reddit showing me for some godforsaken reason posts of the helluvaboss sub and being bombarded by the "is the imp girl gonna abort" discourse but like. I do not think a pregnancy plot is the end-all of a female character if done well you are all just used to how sitcoms and shipfics treat babies

[5-htagonist]

just realized. ive had the same ao3 account forever. and my history. is all there. i started reading homestuck fic on ao3 feb 25 2014....