#i never got into selfships before BUT

[irisintheafterglow]

sel this is my favorite thing you've ever written

it’s an experiment, a game: smile, wave, reel in the bait. 

you’re playing—being played, actually, by none other than suguru.

seasons have passed since your first meeting: a collision of chest to shoulder, your textbooks falling to the floor; a man in a leather jacket, hair semi-tied into a bun, crouching low beneath you. 

when he stands up to hand over your books, he tilts his head low, expressing his apologies. it’s not at all what you expect his voice to sound like, but it adds a layer of peculiarity. the dark violet of his turtleneck matches his eyes, two obsidian pools that intrigue you despite your instincts alerting you of bad news. 

then he walks away, a little too quickly for your liking—apple and tonka bean with a hint of cedarwood trailing the air he leaves in front of you. 

the second time you meet, it's a coincidence. 

—though you like to believe that everything happens for a reason.

there are barely any seats available in the cafe you spend your breaks in, an effect of the morning rush from last minute reviews during exam season. you scan the room, eyeing any seat for vacancy.

it’s at the corner of your eye, black leather and a smile you can’t quite get a read on—the man with the top-bun offering the space in front of him almost like he’s had it saved the moment you stepped in. 

“we meet again,” he chuckles, a teasing lilt to his tone. his right leg crosses over the other as you sit. 

he’s charming, handsome as he fiddles with the rings on his fingers; your cheeks are set ablaze at the heaviness of his gaze. his words flow out a little too smoothly, but you find yourself smiling. 

it’s chemistry, an initial attraction. 

there are unknown chemicals in his speech, a substance that presents itself deceivingly. you’re having trouble identifying the compounded meanings behind his intentions. 

when he lists his contact as ‘suguru’ and tells you he’ll shoot you a text, you wonder—

—is it to keep in touch? or to ask for something more? 

an enigma, he is. 

one you’re itching to figure out.

and you do—all his physical properties. 

his chest is wide and muscled, firm underneath your fingertips; he’s sensitive by his temples and ticklish between his brow bones. sharp features define the elements of his face, nose pointed when he goes down on you; his tongue is precise in discovering all the ways to make you fall apart. 

suguru is a contradiction to himself, you realize; he is never what meets the eye. 

long fingers grip your thighs; they’re thick, the pads of them rough but they squeeze you gently, soothing you with each coming wave. 

(there’s no name to whatever this is, that’s not the game he plays. 

you meet and fuck, that’s it. 

everything before that is foreplay—a means to an end; to get you into his bed. 

… right?

nevermind that he stays the night, that the first time this happened, it took every inch of his control to last a week without sending a reply;

nevermind that he greets you with your favorite dinner, looking forward to hearing about your day more than the whole point of his visit in the first place; 

nevermind that he tells you there’s no one else and means it, that since talking to you, you’ve stayed at the top of his messages, everyone else left on read; 

nevermind that his lips linger over yours a few seconds longer as he looks into your eyes, that he kisses you like he loves you—reels you in with emotion he’s good at faking but now can’t hide. 

this is a game suguru’s played, mastered, from how often he’s come out winning. but with you in the picture, it’s different; he can feel himself slipping. 

and for the first time, he thinks, he might be losing.)

a/n: this is fuckboy!suguru agenda! set in non-curse au—college!au if being specific; another exercise on his character!

for @peachygf, for feeding my fboy!sugu thoughts with your ask!

thank you notes: @selarina @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @threadbaresweater for helping me figure out this characterisation of him! + @mididoodles for being just as excited as me abt this! + @mysugu @soumies

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

[grimmweepers]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ 𝓻𝔂𝓾𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓶

there was an ache in my heart when i awoke in a strange, beautiful world that wasn’t my own. even as months turned to years, i still missed the familiar skies, the voice of loved ones and the home i had left behind. i wrote letters that went nowhere and whispered silent prayers that reached no one. it was like i was plucked from my own reality and placed in a world where i didn’t quite belong.

yet, as much as i longed for home, i was determined to learn in this new life. sumeru became my sanctuary and the akademiya, my solace. i learned their languages, customs, and secrets while sharing stories of the stars, landmarks, and beauty of my own world. the scholars listened, fascinated by the similarities and differences, but none more than al-haitham—a student assigned to guide me through this foreign land. he was a quiet presence. thoughtful and curious. he did not pity me.

and over time, he went from guide to peer to something more. over time, i wasn’t just seeking knowledge but also him. but what was the point? what was the point of falling for him if one day, i could just disappear—vanish back to my world, leaving him and teyvat behind? this could slip away at any moment. this might be as fleeting as a dream.

despite all reason, i still found myself loving him deeply. in a world that wasn’t my own, he had become my home.

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: very slow burn, mutual pining, friends to lovers

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐒: 22.10.22 | playlist | genshinverse ryu | home for christmas (fic)

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐒: modern au | akademiya days | season of love

[thapunqueen]

shes laughin but does she know of the horrors that will pursue her the second she enters ???

[meownotgood]

good morning

[kissingarthurclaus]

Ok how many of you wanna see something NEVER before seen by anyone other than my partner...an unfinished sketch of my crash bandicoot s/i and N. Tropy 0_0

[dandyshucks]

okay i uploaded a bunch of writings to the site, i guess maybe i should link that account in my pinned now fhfjdkdl OUGH I'll take a bit of a break in uploading and go find a dinner and then put my account in my pinned

[kakusu-shipping]

You know when I said I was redesigning my Self Inserts and going in Age Order? Yeah I lied.

Here's a bunch more Redesigned Self Inserts, no longer in any particular order, just who I had the ideas for at the time.

[kulemii]

*cw; toddler injury*

i had a dream about masa and our son touma! yay! but i was in distress the whole time. so, boooo! lmaooooo. touma was bouncing in the middle of the bed with a hanger (idk how safe that is but he looked happy so we let him). i had my eyes on him I SWEAR and then masa said something and i looked at him for a SECOND and next thing you know there was a THUMP!

touma was on the floor!

i gasped and masa yelled, "touma!!" we both rushed to the floor to him.

touma, as solid of a boy as he is, wasn't even crying and it was quite the fall. the bed is pretty high up lol. he was more so startled by our sudden appearances and that's when his little lip started to quiver but i calmed him before he could cry.

i checked him to make sure he was okay. he seemed okay. no bruising, yet, or knotting. i stretched out his arms and they seemed okay. then his legs. then i stretched out his arms again and i noticed that his forearm is very visibly wrong. when i touch it, i can tell it's tender because he begins to whine and pull away from me.

"his arm is broken..." i tell masato, "HIS ARM IS BROKEN!!!"

"it's not--" he leaned into to see for himself and he immediately hissed out a swear. "fuck!"

"start the car! we're taking him to the hospital." i said, pressing my trembling lips against my baby boy's head. "i'm so sorry, touma. i'm so sorry i let this happen..."

"hospital?" masato sounded frustrated with me, "just pop it back into place. he'll be fine."

"pop it back-- what, are you crazy?!" i yelled, startling him and now he's finally crying. i immediately begun to console him. "fine, i'll start it."

"no, it's fine- he's an aizawa. he can handle it." he said, reaching for the boy's tiny arm until i swat him off.

"stop it! get away! you psycho- we are not popping a toddler's bones back in place!"

"what do you think they're doing to do at the hospital, kulemi?"

"not whatever the fuck you were about to do! go away!" i hold touma to my chest protectively as i scramble around the room to pack his bag. i'm taking him to the hospital whether his father is coming along or not.

"i wasn't going to hurt him." he said, "at least not on purpose."

i glared at him but said nothing else. he placed his hand on his hips and let out a long sigh before finally dressing himself in a t-shirt, then swapped his shorts out for a pair of jeans.

"fine, i'll get the car."

[saenora]

zae zae zae who confessed first and how did it happen? 🎤

REI REI!! LATE RESPONSES 🤝 YOU & ME

AAH OKAYY!! it was saeee 🤭🤭🤭 ikkkk it wouldveee been me but he just showed tipsy on the door and just blabbered!

aah okay previous events had been like .. we go from childhood bffs to lovers (in between we were fwbs) so we started sleeping w each other and things just kindaa started blurring.. which was weird bec for the first time i decided not to be an initiator... i just didnot want to us to lose and him feelings which he clearly lacked but i am worse at picking social clues... and he just wanted us to stay over all the time... he got so jelly over smollest stuff! i told him upfront either to drop this attitude or drop this siatuationship ...i didnt really hear from him for. three days and on the weekend he is at my door... asking all sorts of questions from our past.. bec as teens he knew i had a crush on him.. i never said it out loud but he is so good at picking things up... and i wrote to him all the time... aagh he wasnt ever ready to take a step first not even as friends so this whole liking i knew he would never. but he did... not very sober but confessed non the less.. he was super cheesy and very handsy... almost made me cry....

i tolddd him he wont remember shit the next day... he is such a light head! and to which he answered ... taht i was rite and he may not remember... but these feelings would stay the same tomorrow and after that... and after that... he kinda trailed off and we kissed... only for him to pass out after a few minutes🤭🤭 HE WON ME OVER W BARE MIMIMUM BUT SAE sounded so sincere... its the most sincere i had seen him after soccer!!!

[redactedlove]

Just me & G…

hi @overclockedselfshipping !

[wishi-selfships]

The desire to join a selfship discord server (either Danganronpa or Chainsaw Man centric, but general selfship servers would be silly too me thinks) has never been so strong

[txmxkis]

you're the best one

pairing. kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader

genre. fluff

wc. 1k+

summary. all you're trying to do is make kuroo's birthday cake, but things can never just be straightforward.

warnings. nothing, really, just tooth-rotting fluff. kuroo is a menace as usual. very selfship coded as always >.<

a/n. i actually managed to do it i hope you're proud of me hopefully it's good idk. happy birthday to the #1 husband <3

there is flour everywhere.

you shouldn’t have expected anything different to come of this, really.

every time kuroo helps you bake something, he feels some sort of uncontrollable urge to make a mess, and since today is his birthday, it seems as if he’s leaning even more into that “i can do whatever i want, and you can’t get upset with me for it” attitude.

you always start out with good intentions and a plan… actually, you’re usually fairly clean and organized in the kitchen.

that is, until he comes blowing through like a tall tornado, leaving you with debris scattered everywhere. he just makes it so easy to lose all sense of control and let go of any reservations you may have had.

this cake has taken twice as long to make with him around, but you can’t necessarily complain. about the mess, yes you could, but you do like spending time with him regardless. since it’s his day, you can even let the mess go.

after a number of detours incited by the birthday boy, you finally got the cake squared away in the oven and got started on the frosting.

he was practically panting watching you mix it up, waiting ever so impatiently for the moment he could finally steal a taste.

of course it had to be when your back was turned to check the oven. obviously with his finger instead of a spoon.

“uhh… why is this frosting… salty?”

“are you messing with me right now.”

“not this time, taste it.”

he holds out a finger full of frosting and you give him a skeptical look, licking it off after a moment of hesitation.

“ugh! what the hell? hold on, i can fix it.”

you spend the next ten minutes adding other ingredients, trying to balance them out and mellow the bitterness, cursing every time you stop to test it while he watches you intently.

“i don’t get it; i followed the recipe exactly… i’m so confused.”

he just stands there and stares at you for another moment, face morphing into a sly grin. you’re oblivious, so focused on figuring out where you could have possibly gone wrong, giving him ample opportunity to swipe his finger through the bowl again and smear a dollop of frosting directly on your nose.

“tetsurou! wh—”

“looked like you could use a break.”

shocked, you just stand there dumbly while he laughs at you, face smudged. finally, you snap out of it and shoot him a menacing glare—half playing around, half ready to enact revenge.

the urge for vengeance wins, and the thought of contributing to the kitchen’s disarray does not even matter to you anymore.

“ohhhh, you are so gonna get it.”

gathering two fingerfuls of frosting, you stalk towards him slowly, waiting for the right moment to pounce and make a mess of his face.

“really? seems like you’d have to catch me first.”

he feigns being lost in thought for a split second and then whoosh! he springs into action, using those stupidly long legs to his advantage.

you’re yelling at him to come back, or trying to yell through your barely contained laughter.

you start to chase after him, but, well, this is exactly the wrong moment to be wearing socks on hardwood floors.

suddenly you slip, and the floor is much closer to you than it was just a second ago. you’re fine, about to scramble back up and continue the hunt, but an idea strikes you.

surely he heard the crash of you hitting the floor from wherever he ran off to; surely he cares too much to not return to the scene and investigate, make sure you’re okay.

in fact, you don’t even have time to continue with your plotting before you hear him calling out to ask what that noise was, his voice getting louder as he reappears from around the corner.

you grin deviously. his weakness.

you decide to stay sitting on the floor where you fell, keeping your head down and your hair hanging over your eyes, waiting for him to get closer before enacting your plan.

“did you fall? are you alright?”

it takes everything in you not to giggle and give yourself away.

he finally gets to you and kneels down on the floor, putting a hand on your back and trying to get a glimpse of your face.

this is it.

you quickly reach over and push him down until he’s lying on the ground, moving to sit yourself directly on his middle.

“h-hey!”

“shouldn’t have let your guard down.”

“well, that was a terribly dirty trick.”

“just using the methods available to me.”

“doesn’t the fact that it’s my birthday mean that you should let me off the hook?”

you don’t speak immediately in response; just take the frosting that you’ve been so careful to preserve on your fingers and slowly smear it across his face in victory.

“nope.”

he puts a hand dramatically over his chest and sighs loudly.

“you’ve shown me your true colors.”

“horrifying aren’t they.”

you feel a hand on the back of your neck, and suddenly he’s pulling you down to kiss you, the taste of salt from the frosting that’s smeared across your faces intertwining with the taste of him.

“nope.”

heat rises to your face, the way he’s staring at you only aggravating it.

the timer for the oven promptly cuts through your moment, and you start to get up off him, only to be pulled back in for another kiss, this one slower and more languid than the last. pulling back, kuroo smirks at your slightly dazed expression.

“yum.”

you smack him on the chest, smiling shyly while rolling your eyes at his antics.

“shut up. let me up so that i can take care of the cake.”

“fineeee.”

the both of you get up off the floor, and you remove the cake from the oven to cool.

you give up on the frosting after trying it one last time, groaning in aggravation.

“we better at least make it look pretty, cause no one’s gonna want to eat it.”

he walks up and hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“eh, it’s fine. makin’ it was the best part anyway.”

reblogs & interactions are appreciated! thank you for reading! <3 — txmxkis

[heavenlyakin]

Tw: pregnancy, discussion of fatherhood and parenting and abandonment. selfship coded. not edited.

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Atsumu had been ecstatic when you showed him the positive pregnancy test. He’d pulled you into his arms so quickly you hadn’t realized there might have been something else behind his eyes. You hadn’t felt it in his hug, but he was shaking. 

Once you left to go about your day, Atsumu called in sick. Something he never did. Practice was a solace for him, but today nothing would give him comfort. All the memories of his childhood rushing back. All of them seemingly perfect but for the ache of who was missing.

He didn’t talk about it to anyone, but Osamu on occasion because he quite literally is the only other person in the world who would understand what he was feeling. He experienced it too. The longing and loathing that came with a father who abandoned you. 

Is abandoned the right word? He wondered as he laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. He had been there, when he wanted. Given he was drunk or pissed or both the times he had been. Atsumu wished he’d just never known the man who fathered him and his brother. It might be easier. 

How can he be a father when he doesn’t have a good example of one to model himself after? 

He let it consume him for the day. His fears and doubts all culminate into one of the worst depressive episodes he’s ever dealt with. He hadn’t felt this way in years, not since so much good had been happening to him. He was always able to focus on the good, but for some reason with this, despite thinking it was what he wanted, he couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. 

What if he hurt you and your child the way his father had hurt him? 

You knew something was wrong when you came home and saw him in bed. Even on his longest days, Atsumu never took the time to go to bed to nap. He’d crash out literally anywhere but the bed. His favorite spot, the dark brown recliner that you thought was an eyesore was usually his favorite napping spot. 

There’s been exactly three times you’ve gotten a text from Sakusa telling you Atsumu skipped practice. All three times you’d found him like he is now. He’s laying on his stomach, face buried in the pillows and not responding to you as you try and get his attention from the doorway. 

“Atsumu, babe,” you coo softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and running your fingers through his unkempt hair. It takes a few minutes of coaxing before he even acknowledges you. 

He mumbles something back in response, but doesn’t budge. Even when you try to fill him in on your friend’s reaction to the joyful news. 

The sting of it burns in your chest, but you know this isn’t something you’ve done. Osamu had mentioned when they were younger, especially middle and high school, Atsumu would get this way. Usually when their father decided to interfere with their lives. 

“I’ll be right back,” you tell him, squeezing his shoulder gently before walking back to the living room to call his twin. 

Osamu picks up and you explain what’s going on. He promises to be over soon. A promise that he keeps. You open the door only fifteen minutes after the call ended, Osamu still dressed in his work attire. 

“Where is he?” He asks, his eyes full of concern. 

“The bedroom, he won’t talk to me.” 

“Did something happen?” He asks, something he didn’t ask on the phone. “Did he come around?” The he you’re assuming is their father. 

“No,” you shake your head. “We got some news today…” 

“What is it?” Osamu is clearly not trying to pry, but genuinely concerned for Atsumu. 

“I’m pregnant. We’d been trying for a few months… I just thought it would be good news!” You can’t help the tears pooling in your eyes and you don’t try to stop them from falling. “I didn’t know it would upset him like this.” 

Osamu pulls you into him and you cry on his shoulder. “First of all, congratulations. I can’t wait to be an uncle.” He takes you by the shoulders and makes you look at him. “This isn’t your fault,” he jerks his head towards the bedroom door where Atsumu is. “I dunno what Atsumu told you about our father, but whatever he’s feeling now is because of that motherfucker. Not you.” 

You nod and step back, letting Osamu go to Atsumu. You sit on the couch, pulling a blanket over your body. You’re shivering, not because you’re cold but the emotional response to all of this. You try to be quiet, hoping to hear something from Osamu or Atsumu, but you can’t hear whatever they’re talking about. If they’re talking. 

After an hour, they both come out and you stay sitting. Atsumu isn’t smiling, but he’s out of bed and walking around. 

“I’ll see you both tomorrow,” Osamu tells you and you nod. “Congrats again,” he smiles at you before leaving. 

“I’m sorry,” Atsumu throws himself down on the couch beside you, his head landing in your lap. 

“You don’t have to apologize,” you tell him, brushing his hair off his forehead. You lean down and kiss his forehead softly. “You don’t have to explain, just don’t scare me like that again.” 

“I know,” he looks up at you with sad eyes. “I’m not upset about the news,” he tells you. “I’m honestly so happy about it, but I’m fucking terrifed.” He finally admits. 

“Babies are scary,” you tell him and he shakes his head. 

He sits up. “No, it’s not the baby. It’s me.” His eyes are red as he starts to explain. He spills all his fears of fatherhood to you, all of them coming to a simple issue. He’s scared he won’t be enough. 

“There’s no way you’ll ever be like your father,” you tell him after a few moments of silence. 

“How do we know that?” 

“Because you’re this worried about it. Dirtbags don’t worry about if they’re going to be enough.” You take his hand and squeeze it. “You’re never going to be perfect at it. I definitely won’t be, but we will be more than enough for this child.” 

Whether it’s his fear or your words, something sends Atsumu over and he starts to cry while pulling you against him.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

heart to heart

cw. selfship-coded, childhood friend au, pre-canon, pre-relationship, slight angst, fluff, one piece spoilers

pairing. portgas d. ace x reader

notes. apparently it isn't enough for me to brainrot in private about a character i've been obsessed with for a decade, you guys have to be subjected to it as well. whoops🤪

It is not hyperbole to say that early mornings are the only time of day when the Dadan Family base is peaceful.

The sun has barely risen, the morning birds have barely begun their song and most everyone is still snoring away in their cots. Early mornings and late evenings have become Dadan’s favorite time of day, citing them as the only times she is ever allowed a moment of peace.

That peace is stalled whenever Garp visits.

“You sure you don’t wanna come with us,” you ask Ace a final time before you leave for your hometown.

Ace shakes his head with a small smile, “they’re more your friends than mine.” A true sentiment, in your six years of knowing each other, there is still a distinction between your friends in Windmill Village and your friends living among bandits on Mt. Corvo. “Tell ‘em I said ‘congrats’ though. We might end up seeing them later down the road.”

“As marines!” Garp calls over his shoulder gruffly, not waiting for you to catch up. He has one more year to change his grandson’s mind about becoming a marine before the two of you left Dawn Island for saltier pastures. If he knew that fact, however, you’re sure the marine would grab you both by the back of your shirts and drag you to the port in Windmill Village this second. “You should take after those boys!”

The boys in question are Demarius and Stacey.

They’ve adored Garp since before you knew Ace was his grandchild, constantly pleading for him to take them to a naval base. He promised to do so once they turned 16. The least you could do was bid your friends farewell before they lived out their naval dreams.

Ace rolls his eyes, “Pirate!”

“It’s too early in the morning for you two to start that old fight again,” Dadan grumbles, turning around to head back inside. This was enough kissing Garp's butt for her, tucking away her handkerchief. “I get nothing but headaches when Garp comes around.”

You snicker at the grouchy woman’s exit, looking over her shoulder. The door to the room you share is shut close but you can easily picture Luffy stretched out and snoring, limbs all over the place wildly. He’ll be adding to Dadan’s headache soon enough. “Alright, well, I’ll be back later,” you tell Ace unnecessarily.

“You should spend the night in town,” Ace’s disgruntled expression shifts into something warm. You remember a time when he seldom smiled and could only offer you scowls. It’s hard to believe how much he smiles now, your lips quirking instinctively at the sight. “You haven’t been in town for a while. Everyone probably misses you.”

You lean forward, wiggling your eyebrows, “aww, trying to get rid of me now? You’re just trying to get more of a cut at dinner.”

“Maybe,” Ace’s grin widens and you share a laugh before Garp calls after you, further away than he was last.

Damn for an old man he moves fast. “See you,” you nudge your freckled friend before turning on your feet, nearly tripping as you stumble after his grandfather. “I’m okay,” you call over your shoulder.

Garp is grumbling to himself as you approach him. You don’t need to hear his words clearly to know he is thinking about his pirate obsessed grandsons. “Those dolts,” he mutters. “You used to play marines all the time with those kids in town. Now they’ve got you talking about being a pirate. You’ll all be marines, mark my words!”

“I really only ever wanted to just sail on the seas,” you tell Garp truthfully. Even as a child when Demarius demanded you play marines because he always wanted to play marines, you never played because you aspired to be one. It didn’t have to be the marines, it didn’t have to be pirates, you just wanted to set sail on the ocean blue. Pirate merely became the subsequent medium you vowed to pursue. “The marines kinda seem,” you mull over your next words carefully. “Strict. I just wanna see the world, not be told what to do.”

“Discipline is a good thing,” is his rebuttal. He certainly was very strict in the training you unwittingly got pulled into once he discovered your true intentions.

Silence falls between you both but it isn’t comfortable, not like the silences you’re used to.

Silence in Dadan’s home is accompanied by snores or the movement of someone heading to the bath. Luffy mumbling in his sleep about the many adventures he and his dream crew are on causing you and Ace to share a look and chuckle quietly under your breaths.

It’s when you tell yourself ‘Today’s the day I actually do it’ and you count away in your head the number of Ace’s freckles until you inevitably mess up the count and have to start all over again.

It’s when it’s raining and you, Ace and Luffy sleep in an empty hollow of a tree, the croak of the frogs singing to the drops.

Silence with Garp is suffocating and the jungle is too quiet and your brain too full of anxiety-ridden hypotheticals to even think about your childhood friends you’d be bidding farewell to. Instead, the ones you wouldn’t be saying goodbye to were at the forefront of your mind.

Another minute of silence follows before you’re unable to stop the words from falling from your lips, “Mr. Garp?”

Garp hums gruffly, bark worse than his bite, “what is it?”

“Let’s say that, hypothetically speaking of course, Ace and Luffy do become pirates,” you begin nervously, wincing at how the older man’s eyes sharpened at the word. “Hypothetically!” You’ve been a recipient of many of the marine’s Fists of Love, despite not belonging to his family, you don’t fancy receiving another. “They hypothetically become pirates and end up getting taken in,” you lick your lips as you try to imagine the scenario.

To your discomfort, it is terrifyingly easy to imagine Ace and Luffy in shackles.

The spectacle the World Government would make of it all. The grand executions of the sons of Gol D. Roger and Monkey D. Dragon.

The vitriol of the onlookers spewing words of hatred and damnation. No one would know who they are, not the onlookers in the crowds or the marines holding the weapons that would end their lives. Devils, they would be called. 

There would be one marine who knew them, however. Who truly knew them and not what they represented. It only breaks your heart that in your many years of knowing the older man that you don’t know what end of the spectrum he falls on. No, that���s an incorrect assessment. What breaks your heart is that it has always been too easy suspecting precisely where Monkey D. Garp would fall.

In spite of your suspicions, you still part your lips and ask, “would you help them?” Uncharacteristically, you fiddle with your fingers, the index finger of your right hand being nestled by the thumb and index finger of your left. Clad in a tacky red button up with white roosters, the stocky man’s back seems broader than usual.

It’s the long pause between your question and his answer that sinks in your chest like a knife. “They,” Garp begins but you cut the man off with a laugh.

“Don’t be so serious,” you laugh so convincingly you almost believe you’re unbothered. “I was just messing around. I’m up in the air on the pirate thing but for all we know, Luffy’ll start talking about being the Marine King the next time you see him.”

The elderly marine laughs at the absurdity of your thought, “a king among marines, that’ll be the day.”

ー

“Your shadows not with you for once?” Stacey jokes lightheartedly as he leans his head over in mock surprise at the lack of people accompanying you.

“I’m pretty sure Mr. Garp would drag them onto that boat if they did,” anything to make those two follow in their grandfather’s footsteps. “Ace sends his congratulations anyways.”

“I’m still convinced that guy was replaced by aliens,” Demarius murmurs, squinting at the mountain’s peaks with narrowed eyes. You snort at the absurdity. You, along with your village-bound friends, had met Ace when he was more angry at the world and nearly all of the people inhabiting it. To say they’d been shocked when, the next time they met him, Ace was polite and all smiles is an understatement. Demarius’ suspicious glance lasts a beat longer before he turns his dark eyes to you, shoulders set back. “You can still come with us, you know.”

You remember being 10, running down these dirt roads playing marines with your friends as a rowdy quintet.

The battles you pretended to have against whatever made-up opponents Demarius decided you’d be fighting against. He’d always been the leader of the five of you ー him, Stacy, Pierre, Lisa Lisa and you ー would find yourselves on the tempestuous seas of the Grand Line, all odds against you.

“This is not a good day for battle but it is a glorious day to die,” you remember resolutely saying, words too heavy for someone who hadn’t been in a real fight her entire life until that point.

Real fights came after you met Ace and Sabo. When you began running amok in the capital and Gray Terminal. Real battle came when their angering the Bluejam pirates caught up with them. You couldn’t say you felt glorious fighting the Bluejam pirates in the flames of their hideout. Nor could you say Sabo’s horrifying end was glorious either. There is no glory in fighting but you will do what you have to to protect who you have left.

Pulling yourself from the memories, you shake your head, “you’ll see me at sea next year,” you vow with a grin. You lower your voice so the cantankerous marine behind you cannot hear what you say next. “It’ll just be in a way that pisses off the old man.”

There’s simply one more year to go.

You, alongside the other locals, wave the boys down until they become nothing but a speck on the horizon. Well, off their asses go. You sit on the porch step of what used to be the house that belonged to you and your grandfather. I think the last time I came here it was like, you purse your lips thoughtfully. Shiiieet, 3 months ago? You seldom spend time in the empty shack now. It is only good for your occasional visits and when you’re too lazy to head back up to Dadan’s. That is where home is now.

It’s wherever Ace and Luffy are.

Ace and Luffy who you know Garp loves but will always choose work first. He always has and he always will, so you will always choose them instead.

[heartkaji]

[ ★ ⸻ @seumyo ]

selfship event

★ OVERVIEW

EUMY MY SWEET GIRL HI !! looked at my inbox and smiled,, im so happy to write this angel 💓ANYWAY, you and katsuki are the nice gf x nonchalant bf ! you’re the class sweetheart and katsuki is your mean bf & everyone wonders how you two are in a relationship with each other. before i dive into the questions, i want to elaborate on your dynamic a bit : as i said, you’re the class sweetheart. i think you’re the type who can come off as a people pleaser to some but god knows you just have everyone’s best interest at heart. you’re the type who gets uncomfortable when you realize someone dislikes you, often wondering why or what you’ve done to upset them. bakugo’s the opposite though. this man is the original bad bitch, he doesn’t gaf who talks behind his back cuz a bitch knows better than to let him hear it (i hope we all got the reference here). you two are complete opposites in the social scene & i really think bakugo helps you in becoming more secure in yourself and learning to care less about what others think.

Q3– WHO FELL FIRST & WHO FELL HARDER ?

OKAY SO HERE’S WHAT I THINK : you didn’t like katsuki at first. you found him rude, arrogant, inconsiderate, selfish & an asshole in general. you hated how he spoke to your friends & everyone around him. a part of you admired his confidence though : he had the gall to take on things you couldn’t even dream of, and he always lived up to whatever he said he’d do. admiration bred respect. of course you never let him know that, you just admired him from a distance. i think that in your case you really did ‘fall’ in love. like there was just one moment were all of a sudden bakugo wasn’t that bad after all. i don’t mean to make you look like some shoujo protagonist but this man saved your ass. see, you didn’t go unnoticed by katsuki. while he thought of you as some annoying extra, you had your merits. he perceived you as some sort of people pleaser so it low key put him off, but he did admire the lengths you’d go to for others. well not admire, but he thought it was respectable how you put your friends first & foremost, even though that’s not something he agrees with. anywho, because of your personality people often try to take advantage of you. you’re usually good at standing your ground, but when the perpetrator is someone who’s actually close to you it becomes difficult to do. when a friend of yours was trying to push all the work for a project unto you, you refused but they resorted to shaming & guilting you. bakugo who was nearby got sick of your classmate’s bitching. “she said she doesn’t wanna do it, fucktard. do your shit yourself.” he said it with his usual aggressive tone before walking away. that did the trick and scared them off, but it left you stunned : who knew katsuki could feel empathy & defend you ? with blushing cheeks, you realized you didn’t quite hate katsuki anymore <3

sorry eummz but you fell harder as well. i don’t think this is too surprising; bakugo is far from the type to give his heart out. even in marriage, i don’t see his pro hero self being a lover boy or simp (but he’s definitely much more mature & loving). i feel like in your relationship with katsuki, you overcompensated a lot. i could see you as someone who might do more chasing than attracting in a relationship, always overthinking texts, waiting for him to call, starting convos, etc. i dont blame you, especially in katsuki’s case. when you’re dating him it’s like damn, if you don’t make the effort who will ? you become slightly obsessive (not at all in a creepy way), thinking about him nearly every time of day. i basically think you have a more anxious attachment style and katsuki triggers that a lot. i’d say if you ever meet a real life katsuki, you should work on that before you consider a relationship (don’t worry my love i’d never trigger you. we could always date instead 💘)

Q5– WHAT DO OTHERS THINK OF UR RELATIONSHIP ?

NOBODY and i mean NOBODY understands how you two got together 😭 the bakusquad (do we still call them that in 2024 ??) tease you about it all the time. kiri’s always going on about how he could treat you better while mina wonders if you secretly do drugs 🧍‍♂️ sero wonders how katsuki got a girl before he did, and kaminari always asks you for any gossip going on in your relationship (nosy ass smh). dating bakugo is one of the best things that ever happened to you because you got to become closer with his friends ; the squad all love you to death <3 between you and me, mina would 100% side with you and stop talking to bakugo if you ever broke up. honestly she doesn’t play about you. everyday she’s reminding katsuki that if he breaks your heart she’ll break his bones (empty threat but it’s the thought that counts !). kiri is also the absolute sweetest :(( he calls you his sister in law & is basically your provisional boyfriend when bakugo isn’t around. one time he caught you crying over a test & he kissed your forehead & hugged you, telling you it’s alright <3 he got a good ass whooping from bakugo but hey, what can you do ?

Q6– WHY/HOW DID YOU BREAK UP ?

dependency & clashing attachment styles. bakugo leans closer to an avoidant while you’re more anxious. i feel like you’re not exactly ‘all over him’ as a girlfriend. you know it would make him uncomfortable so you give him his fair share of space. but said space kills you. whenever you’re going through those periods were katsuki withdraws, you know pestering him to talk and communicate only worsens things so you let him pull away but boy does it drive you crazy. you can’t help but wonder what he’s doing, if he’s thinking about you, etc. you used to vent to mina, but she’s a man hater & the only advice she knows how to give is that you two should break up ☠️ eventually you had enough and decided to communicate (uh oh!). it ended pretty badly, with katsuki calling you a distraction; saying you were too needy & clingy and other stuff that made you feel absolutely terrible. you cried yourself to sleep each night & locked yourself up in your dorm. mina & kiri came to check up on you nearly everyday, while sero & kaminari frequently called to check on you. sero would often face time you while doing stupid shit so you could smile btw <3 either way you weren’t the same for weeks, and you honestly questioned ever finding love again.

Q16– HOW WAS YOUR FIRST KISS LIKE ?

as i said before this man is the original bad bitch 🤦‍♀️ atp he probably watches thewizardliz or sheera seven because why was he trying so hard to be the high value woman in the relationship 😭 this man did not let you touch, kiss, hold or hug him until a good ELEVEN MONTHS. it was exact too so you almost thought he planned it. anyway, this was how it began: sero was throwing a housewarming party (literally for his parents own house, WITHOUT their permission 🤦‍♀️) and ofc you were invited. somehow tape face got a hold of some alcohol & so they were passed around at the party. i say party but keep in mind it was just a small get together of the baku squad + you. anyway, you’d never drank alcohol before; you’d always been a goodie two shoes but sero pushed you to try some : “come on eumy gummy, try something new for once !” a part of you wanted to loosen up & fit in, so after initially refusing you caved. sero’s drinks were sweet as hell, they weren’t weird tasting like you’d heard most people complain about alcohol so you downed them like apple juice. katsuki called you out on your drinking, but after a pout of your lips & a stubborn whine he eventually let you do what you wanted. you kissed his cheek with wine soaked lips & continued to chug as mina & the boys hyped you up. they should not have hyped you up. five glasses in & now you were a stumbling, groaning mess, leaning on kiri for support & hardly able to stand.

katsuki decided enough was enough. you couldn’t walk, so he had to carry you on his back. it was nearly 3am, so he wasn’t too worried about getting caught sneaking back to the dorms. the entire way back you’re a babbling mess, squishing his cheeks with a clumsy grin on your face as you coughed over your own words every now & then. in the elevator, you suddenly began banging on his back : “put me down, katsuki ! i can walk myself !” he insisted you couldn’t, but like the stubborn girl you are you wouldn’t let him rest till he let you go. he guided you off his back & you stumbled against his chest immediately. with rolling eyes & a muttered “told you so,” he placed his palms on your hips & held you against his chest. the contact made you break into a silly grin & you roped your arms around his neck. katsuki raised a brow but you were too drunk to notice. gently & lazily you began to press sloppy kisses to his cheek & i wanna say bakugo pushed you away BUT HE DID NOT !! he simply sighed as you dragged your lips against his face, mouth sticky with strawberry chambourd & the scent of french liqueur. WARNING ! what happens next will shock you : bakugo puckered his lips, not moving an inch forward, but you’re quick to oblige : you press your wine drenched lips to his chapped ones & he pulls away immediately. it’s a sweet, sticky, impulsive peck at best, but it leaves you all giddy & giggling. the elevator dings & bakugo leads you out, your hand in his palm as he tugs you forward without glancing back <3

# KATSUEUMY CORE !

>> 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 <<

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| You and I | 

Pairing: Albedo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Breeding Kink, Afab!Reader, Fem!Reader, He/Him Pronouns for Albedo, No pronouns for Reader, Reader is called a good girl, Dubcon(?), Feral!Albedo, Albedo is Reader’s Husband, Pregnancy is mentioned quite a bit, Lowkey Selfship Coded lol, Overstimulation, 1.2k words. 

Summary: You’ve been laying down hints for awhile that you want kids, and Albedo finally takes the initiative one evening. 

A/n: I want Albedo to put a baby in me <3

Tags: @suyacho @neuvillettes @themovingcastlez @tighnarly

It’s five in the evening, and instead of catching up with your husband about your day, you are being stuffed full of his cock. In the same king sized bed that you both laid on and talked about having a family of your own, but instead of shaky hands interlocking and soft voices whispering sweet nothings, there was just you being shoved into the mattress while your husband’s cock throbbed within your walls. 

“Al-Albedo.” You whined.  

Albedo’s body was pressed up against your back, pushing you firmly into the bed, while his hands forced your hips into place,making sure you didn’t move a single inch without his permission. You’d lost count of the amount of times he’d cum inside of you by now, it must’ve been a dozen times, but again, you weren’t keeping count. Although, by how sore you were and the combination of your dizziness and about a billion other things overstimulating you, you had to guess this had gone on for quite some time. 

You could feel his hot breath fan against your back, feel the way he so easily slid in and out of you, but most of all you couldn’t escape the feeling of his cum spilling out of you the moment he pulled out entirely. You gasped at the sudden sensation but before you could cry those pathetic tears, Albedo had leaned off of you slightly and stroked the side of your face, hushing you softly as he did. 

“Shh, it’s okay. Just take it. That’s it, that’s my good girl.” He whispered into your ear. 

You had no choice but to listen to him, you couldn’t even get up if you tried with how weak and wobbly your legs were. Not to mention he was still pinning you to the bed, but not for long. Before you knew it he had carefully gotten off of you, sat up, and slowly flipped you onto your back. Both of your eyes met and he smiled at you briefly. Then, he leaned down, positioning himself in between your legs, pulling you down by your thighs until you were positioned in the right spot. He leaned down and tilted your chin up so he could kiss you, this time with tongue. 

Usually, Albedo would’ve asked you for a signal that you were ready, but impatience got the better of him and without asking he slid back inside of your warm cunt. The both of you groaned at the sudden intrusion. Without giving you time to adjust Albedo continued thrusting inside of you, repeating a prayer of ‘I’m sorry’s’ as he did. He held you down as he thrust himself into you at a brutal speed. Before you even realized it he had you in a mating press, thrusting deeply into you as you cried in his arms. You didn’t beg him to stop, tell him how you were sore or tired. No, instead you begged for him to fuck you harder and faster. You pleaded for Albedo to fill you with his cum, fuck you till the only thing you craved was his cock. 

“F-fuck, baby that f-feels so good.” You moaned, stuttering on nearly every word as you shivered in pleasure. “Want you to fill me with y’er cum, get me pregnant, baby. Please?” You asked in the midst of your desperation.

You didn’t have to say another word, because Albedo had already begun pushing himself further into you (or at least he would’ve if he wasn’t already snug deep inside of you) and digging his nails into the plush of your skin. He threw his head back and let out a broken moan, still pounding into you as if he’d never felt the touch of another person. With every thrust inside of you, he clawed at your flesh like a wild animal tearing apart its meal. As you clamped down onto his length once more, Albedo couldn’t help but begin to lose control, little by little those stars in his eyes grew bigger and brighter than before. 

“Fuck, baby. Gonna get you so fuckin’ pregnant. Fuck yes.” Albedo moaned, biting down on his bottom lip to suppress the embarrassing whimpers that were hiding underneath his tongue. 

It only took a couple more pumps inside of you, a few more pleadings from the both of you, in order for him to release his load inside of you. You could feel all that pent up frustration being unleashed onto you. And as he stilled his hips, forcing you down all the way onto his cock, you remember the dizziness you felt and the way in which you never wanted this feeling to end. So, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him further inside of you, or at least you tried to. Begging with tears in your eyes for what the two of you shared to never end, you rocked your body against his. Thrusting up to meet his hips, skin touching skin, and a symphony of moans later, Albedo found himself cumming inside of you yet again.

“F-uckkkk.” He moaned loudly, throwing his head back as he continued pounding into you in full desperation. “Tha-That’s it.. Take it, take it all.”

You’d never seen this side of Albedo before, and you loved it. You loved feeling his cock bully your insides, the way his usually gentle hands were now forcing you into the mattress, and especially how his body pinned you against the bed making it impossible for you to escape. You loved it, fuck did you love it. Albedo was usually so gentle and careful with you, but this time he manhandled you, took total control, and nothing got you more excited than that. 

A couple moments passed and your highs had now faded into a blissful quietness and gentle, shaky touches. The moment was perfect, sensual, and overall peaceful. It was the perfect end to a rather thrilling evening. There was a moment of comfortable silence before Albedo finally spoke up, turning to you with a soft smile.

“So, how’re you feelin’?” He asked in a genuine tone. 

You smiled and allowed your fingers to crawl up the side of his body and around the curve of his back. “Amazing. You?” You replied.

He let out a dreamy sigh as he stroked the side of your face, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m wonderful, but I’ll be even happier once I know you’re pregnant.”

His bluntness threw you off for a moment, immediately you became flustered and tried hiding your expression from him. “P-Pregnant?! I mean. Albedo, I-” 

He silenced you with a kiss and pulled away finally with a big smile, looking you deep into your eyes. “You’re so flustered and yet–” He tilted your head to get a better look at your face. “You weren’t against this earlier.” 

You were too stunned for words, you didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t necessarily wrong, but you were far too embarrassed by how much you both feared and enjoyed the thought of having kids. So, for now you’d let him tease you, laugh along with him, and hope to god this little plan of yours worked.