#i wish i wasn’t so talkative like oh my goodness 💀

[toruland]

i’ve gotten to the point of basically having full conversations with myself in this gc

[rileyslibrary]

pretty pretty please 🩶

imagine ghost is forced to speak at a school’s career fair because he’s out on medical, and reader gets sent with him to chaperone. (i.e. make sure he doesn’t scare any kids to 💀. and also maybe to feed him some slightly manipulative praises so he stays in a good mood lmao)

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You’re both standing in the principal’s office. The school was kind enough to offer you a private room since kids are a little rowdy today, and Ghost isn’t very fond of tiny hands tagging at his uniform and asking him “how many people he has killed”.

You’re holding two balaclavas; one is black, while the other is a deep shade of army green.

“It’s either this one or that one.” You say while raising both to his eye level.

He pushes your hands down and points to his skull mask. “No.” He states. “I’ll stick with the one I’m wearing.”

You frustratedly shake the balaclavas to your sides. “Come on, Lieutenant,” you plead, “you’ll scare the kids.”

“Have you seen kids these days?” he asks, raising his hands. “These fuckers are not afraid of anything!”

“Oh god,” You wince and toss the balaclavas on the principal’s desk. You shake your index finger at his face like a teacher disciplining a misbehaving student. “Don’t you dare to swear in front of them!”

“Have you heard, kids—”

“—these days.” You cut him off with a flick of the wrist. “Yes, but there’s no need to reinforce bad behaviour.”

He lets out a long exhale and places his hands on his waist. He begins pacing around the principal’s office, swearing under his breath. You’re trying to figure out whether he needs to let it all out before his big speech or if he’s cursing the moment he has agreed to do this.

He pauses in front of a painting hanging next to a window overlooking the school’s playground. He slouches and places one hand on his lower back, rubbing his injury.

You approach him from behind and gently grasp his forearm.

“Hey,” you whisper, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he replies sternly. “Never mind.”

“Are you in pain? Please talk to me.”

“I’m not in pain!” He protests. “In fact, I wasn’t in pain to begin with, when the medics decided that I was,” he makes air quotes with his fingers, “temporarily unfit for duty.”

You place a palm on his lower back and begin rubbing it. He relaxes at your touch and puts one hand on the wall to support his weight.

“You talk about not reinforcing bad behaviour,” he murmurs, “but I’m not the best role model either.”

“Bullshit!” You scowl.

“Seriously,” he insists, “I highly doubt I’d be here talking to kids about their future if I hadn’t been injured.”

He’s correct, but he doesn’t need to know that, especially now, as you wait to enter a classroom full of kids. Any other team member would be far more qualified for this role. Gaz is such a cool guy that most kids would deem him a god. Price feels like the father you wish you had when he talks, and Soap can adapt to anyone he speaks to. Even you would be a better fit for this year’s career fair. But, Ghost? No, not at all.

“Come on, Simon,” you say as you continue rubbing his back. “It’s less about ‘being a role model’ and more about relating to them.”

“How am I supposed to relate to them?” He wonders, “My childhood was nothing like theirs.”

“How do you know?”

He looks at you and motions towards the window. “Look at them,” he says, “they’re full of life.”

“Not all of them are like that, Ghost; some are putting on a show.” You explain, and he turns to look at you again. “They look all jolly, but they might struggle at home or school. Worse, they can’t admit what’s happening behind closed doors because they’re either ordered to remain silent or not understand it themselves.”

He huffs and shakes his head. “Now I can relate to that.” He murmurs.

“See? You need to spot these kids and indirectly talk to them.”

“Spot?” He asks. “How do I spot them?”

“You mean to tell me you’re trained to spot targets from miles away but can’t see when a child suffers in silence?” You ask back. “Plus, it takes one to know one.”

He nods. “And what should I communicate to these kids?” He asks. “How do I help them?”

“By showing them that there’s something better waiting for them out there.”

“Don’t be naive, Y/N. How is what we do better than what they’re going through right now?”

“It’s not about the military, Simon.” You elaborate. “It’s about giving them another chance. They deserve to know there are options other than turning into their drug-addicted mother or alcoholic father.” You lean forward so he can meet your gaze. “Someone gave you a second chance, right?”

He closes his eyes and ponders your words. You tilt your head at him, trying to predict what he’ll say next so you can respond quickly.

But he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he straightens up and takes a deep breath. “You know,” he begins, “I gave one of those speeches to a school a few years ago.”

“Oh!” You cheer and pat him on the back twice. “Did you, now?”

“Lysychansk, Ukraine.” He recalls, “I was being held hostage with a bunch of kids.”

“Tell me more about it,” you say, sitting on the principal’s desk and playing with a pink highlighter. He begins narrating his story, and you can tell he’s becoming more confident as he realises he’s spoken to children before, albeit in a very different context, but who cares? What matters is that he is becoming more at ease with his “previous experience.”

You, in turn, try to give him your full attention, but now that his doubts have subsided, your primary concern is that mask of his. He needs to take it off.

“See? You’re far more experienced than any of us!” you shout. “And in that setting? My god! None of us would have been able to do such a thing!”

He chuckles and looks proudly out the window at the children playing in the school’s playground. He seems to be looking forward to it now.

“Hey, um, sir?”

He shifts his focus to you.

“Your mask, sir; It’s dirty,” you say as you point to his cheek.

He puts his hands on his mask. “Where?” He yells.

“It’s right….” You get up from the desk and take a step closer to him, inspecting his mask. You raise the marker and draw a bright pink line across his cheek, “...there.”

He immediately places his hand on his cheek, looks at the highlighter in your hand, and then back at you.

“You... motherfucker...” he murmurs.

You move away from him and stand behind the desk.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t let you go out with that mask on; the parents will be furious.” You point to the balaclavas on the principal’s desk. “You do, however, have two other options! Take your pick, and I’ll see you in class in 5 minutes!” And with that, you rush out of the principal’s office and into the school’s corridor.

You enter the classroom and greet the kids with a smile, trying to hide your nervousness. Walking towards the back where the parents are seated, your mind starts racing; Is he trying to choose a mask, or is he cleaning up your mess? What if he’s so furious that he doesn’t show up, leaving you to give the speech? Worse, what if he enters the classroom and takes his anger out on you?

But, the door opens, and Ghost walks in. Your eyes widen, and your jaw drops. He’s not wearing any mask. Not the black one, not the green one, not the skull—with the pink streak—mask on. Nothing.

You observe him moving around; despite his lack of disguise, he maintains his composure. He greets everyone in the room, smiles, waves back at the kids and stands next to the teacher. You let out a relieved exhale through pierced lips. This is going well, thank god.

As the teacher introduces Ghost to the class, you turn to give him a thumbs up, and his eyes lock with yours. There’s a faint smirk playing on his lips, and your heart skips a beat as he silently mouths something in your direction: “You’ll pay for this.”

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A/N: YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS, ANON! I was forcing myself to take a break from writing, only to be slapped by an inspiration wave. Hope you liked it, though; I had fun making it.

[base0h]

Yo I got this idea from your pickle fic you did a couple months ago.

Monster trio,law and kidd super gluing a pickle jar and ask their s/o to open it and to their surprise their s/o opens it without any problems

I love your crack fics so much

Please and ty

a/n - I’m so glad you like my humor because sometimes I feel like I’m so unfunny 😂💜 oml kidd would break the jar (also I can’t fit all of the characters so I had to omit Sanji 😭😭)

Warnings ⚠️ - I bully Kidd, crack, g/n reader

- Bro thought that maybe he could troll you back since he couldn’t open the pickle jar a couple days ago (he’s still depressed, so no one talks about it) y’all just pretend it never happened

- zoro: hah! Remember that time when you couldn’t open the-

- everyone: SHUT THE FUCK UP.

- luffy: huh?

- poor zoro 💀 he didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to talk about it since they left him at the previous island

- He was all tightening the pickle jar with the glue, giggling and kicking his feet just imagining you not being able to open it like him, so you’d be embarrassed like him. (He’s evil, beware)

- he skipped over to you and handed you a pickle jar, “Hey y/n, can you open it for me while I go grab something to eat?”

- you nodded, grabbing the pickle jar and opening it with ease. Huh, that’s weird, why would Luffy ask you to open it?

- he had such a big mischievous grin when he came back and then when he saw the pickle jar sitting next to you, the cap right next to it, oml he freaked out

- “HUH? HOW DID YOU OPEN IT-?!”

- “What do you mean? It was super loose.”

- ….

- nah he’s dead now watch him go sob in the corner

- man was sobbing for about an hour or two before Sanji was able to feed him some meat to make him stop crying. Has ptsd with pickle jars now- and you felt bad so you gave him a jar for him to open (you could’ve opened it but you wanted to make him feel tough and strong 💜💜)

- “Luffy, I just can’t open this thing, can you open it?”

- The way his eyes lit up and he just RAN to help you, “MHM! Sure!”

- opened it without a problem and puffed his chest out, crossing his arms, “Shishishi~ I’m strong!!!!”

- “You’re the strongest captain ever! King of the pirates! Roger wishes he was you!!!” -you

- He was giggling, flexing his muscles and all lmfao

- man Luffy is lucky to have you as his personal best cheerleader 💜💜😭

- oh nah, the prank you did on him did not end well 💀 man literally blew up and poor killer had to just sit there in the midst of his explosion (his mental health was harmed in the process of this)

- things chilled out after you managed to give him a hug and some cuddles and coaching him through calming breaths (he does yoga to relax you can’t convince me otherwise)

- Kidd the yogi 💀💀💀

- So he decided that it’d be absolutely hilarious to do the same pickle jar prank on you bec he’s an asshole and a dumbass

- Idk how he did it, but he spent all night formulating and researching which glue was the best until he just decided to weld it shut

- “Kidd what are you doing?” -killer

- “Go to bed killer.”

- stfu Kidd don’t be mean to your best friend 💀

- fast forward to the time of the prank, he handed you the jar with a literal shit eating grin on his face, bro could not stop giggling (sounds like a fucking clown. And I don’t mean in a good way.)

- “Why are you giggling..?” -you

- “No reason >:)”

- You opened it, continuing to watch your show on the tv, handing it back to him. There was a moment of silence that lasted about 5 minutes. He was not moving, blinking, nor breathing for that matter. Killer walked by the room, and took a picture before walking away 💀

- man just started yelling outta nowhere, scaring the literal shit out of you

- “WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!” -Kidd

- “WHAT THE FUCK KIDD?!” -you

- “HOW DID YOU FUCKING OPEN IT?”

- “IT WAS FUCKING LOOSE.”

- “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I WELDED THE FUCKIN THING SHUT!”

- “…..”

- “Why the fuck did you weld it shut you dumbass?” -you

- he beat you up (correction) you beat him up for even trying to beat you up

- he didn’t seem that affected by your prank earlier but trust me, he’s crying on the inside, praying to corazon and asking: why tf am I so fucking weak

- after you told him it was just a joke he was pretty mad and ignored you for about a day (before he just couldn’t ignore the love of his life anymore😂)

- but yeah lesson learned, don’t do it again

- well he thought it’d be funny to do it to you since it made him so irritated (he will not admit that and will tell you that Bepo made him do it or something like that)

- the hardest part for him was asking you for help because anytime he does you get all smirky and say: “ooooo you need my help??? 😏”

- “never mind I don’t.”

- “NO- IM SORRY ILL HELP!”

- so yeah he was a bit nervous about asking you- but he had to do it lmao

- “Y/n-ya, can you open this for me?”

- “Sure.”

- you literally opened it in seconds, you didn’t even struggle.

what the fuck?

- “Y/n. How did you open that?..”

- “It was loose, did you loosen it?”

- “…….I’m gonna go to bed now.”

- “it’s 2pm!”

- “I’m. Going. To. Bed.”

- went straight to his computer to look up

- “Is my s/o a demon?”

- “what is the strength level for opening glued shut pickle jar”

- “911 marine hq”

- “counseling hotline”

- “can glue expire?”

- “am I weak?”

- Zoro was still pretty mad that he couldn’t open the jar last time, so he’s added, “opening pickle jars for y/n, 20 reps, 2 sets, give pickles to Luffy.”

- his workout page looks like a Barbie notebook you cannot tell me otherwise

- everything is pink and neon green 💀

- anyway, mayyyyybe Luffy convinced him to do the same prank on you because Luffy kept laughing at him about it, poor moss head’s self esteem was a bit low now 😭

- So he grabbed a jar, glued the damn thing shut and went over to you (took a while because he could not find you)

- “hey y/n. Can you open this for me? I’m gonna go train.”

- “Sure.”

- he hid behind the corner, watching as you took the jar and paused, continuing to read your book before opening it with ease, putting it back on the table next to you

- man was flabbergasted.

- how the actual fuck did you do that?????

- “Zoro??? What do you want me to do with the jar?!” -you

- His plan to hide out behind the corner was ruined the moment Luffy came over and fucking said hello to him

- “Oh hey zoro!! Whatcha doin?”

- “SHUT UP!”

- “huh?”

- You turned around to see Zoro trying to shut up poor Luffy who literally wanted to just say hi 😭

- “Zoro what are you doing?? I opened the jar, is it for Sanji’s meal?”

- “….Yeah just- give it to him.”

- he looked sad, it was painful for your heart

- imagine getting stabbed, then reading something sad, listening to sad music, and then realizing. You’re sad.

- that is what this felt like

- you tried your best to comfort him (even though you didn’t know why he was sad) so you watched him train and you sat on his back while he did pushups. Seemed to make the poor guy feel better, but you still didn’t know why he was so sad in the first place :’)

a/n - poor zoro

[lawsvalentine]

Marry You • Law x Fem!reader HC • (Fluff)

Part II, Part III

CW: fluff 🥰 and law being a stressed baby boy

Cee’s Note: soooo my dumb ass accidentally deleted the anon that requested this 😅 so shout out to that person bc this was a good idea and I hope I answered all your questions

Tags 🤍: @nympheclipse @pinkcrystal-rose @uchihabbynic @csnovas (my fellow Law girlies) @roronoaswifey (i know you would like this or whateva 🙄) @noawithlove (bc of your current Law brainrot 😉)

Leading Up to the Wedding

Oh mans is lowkey freaking out

Not in a bad way, so don’t fret about if he is unsure if he wants to go through with this

He wouldn’t have proposed if he wasn’t absolutely sure that you are the love of his life and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you

He’a just more concerned with wanting everything to go perfectly

We all know Law is the “man with the plan” so if anything falls out of plan he will literally turn into groomszilla lol

But despite this he tries hard to keep his cool, calm and collected composure for your sake. He always puts you first despite his own fears

Day of the Wedding

It’s the day of the wedding, and his nerves are still ever present, he’s more stressed than he was dealing with the straw hat crew 💀

All his crew will be attending the wedding, Penguin and Shachi being his groomsmen and Bepo being his best man/ring bearer

So many thoughts will be swarming his head both positive and negative

He will be thinking about corazon and how much he wished he would be here to see him on his special day

He knows corazon would have both stressed him out more with his clumsiness but also reassure him that everything would be okay and how proud he was of him

He wishes you could have met him and knows if he was still here, he would be a great father in law to you

The ceremony has commenced, everyone is gathered with him, Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi at the alter

Law is rocking a fitted tux (not his style but he is wearing his signature spotted hat for a little flare)

You enter the room in a gorgeous white gown and Law looked like he had seen an angel

You looked absolutely breathtaking and he couldn’t believe such a beautiful person was about to marry him

Once you reached Law you greeted him with a beaming smile that made all his nerves vanish

You said your vows first, starting with how you two met and how basically Law had his guard up in the beginning but over time you’ve gotten to know him and learn what a beautiful, intelligent, and kind person he was. You also added a few inside jokes throughout that made Law chuckle slightly reminiscing on special moments you two shared throughout your relationship

You ended your vows expressing how much you truly loved him and how you will continue to love and care for him for the rest of your lives

From your words to the way you looked at him, Law felt so much love and he knew you meant every word that you said

Starting off his vows, he talks about how he never thought he would find love or experience love due to how much loss he has had to witness when he was a kid

He then shares that in the beginning he was afraid to pursue you because he didn’t want to experience the heartache he did when he was younger

But the more he got to know you and the more time he spent with you, you allowed him to open up and express himself unlike anybody else.

He then shares how he is so infatuated with your mind, how you think and challenge him, infatuated with your spirit and how you instantly brighten his day and make him want to be a better person, infatuated by your beauty and how he falls in love all over again every time he looks into your eyes

He ends it by saying he loves you so much and you are the literal sunshine in his life

You tear up at his words, you’re so in awe of the man before you, you couldn’t wait to call him your husband

Bepo brings the rings to you both and you both place the rings on each other’s fingers

After both being asked the age old question, you both say I do and the whole crew cheers with teary eyes as you two share a loving kiss as newly weds

Cee’s note: might make a nsfw part 2 about the reception and honeymoon 😉

[gingernut1314]

Oh my god. Four words. Jealous Polnareff one-shot.

Imagining you and Pol (before part 3) are out shopping or maybe at a celebration. Then Polnareff needs to go try on clothes (if shopping) or grab drinks (if at a celebration); and for whatever reason, you refuse to come with him because you insist on needing to watch over your guy’s cart or bags. After some whining Pol will eventually go and retrieve what he needs to, promising to be back soon. While he’s out, you may or may not run into someone and start talking. This person could be a friend or a family member, but Polnareff being Polnareff started jumping to conclusions. Later, he pulls you away being dramatic and pouting.

This could either turn fluffy as you comfort him or maybe even nsfw if Pol wants to show you that you’re his and he’s yours.

Jealous

Polnareff x GN!Reader

Summary: After Polnareff returns from getting you both more refreshments, he finds you kissing the cheeks of another man.

Warnings: jealous polnareff, takes place before JJBA part 3, french and Italian pet names, Italian reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Song: Jealous Spotify | Youtube

A/N: I got three words for you: Eating this up. Jealous Polnareff?? YES PLEASE!!!! Jealous Polnareff at a celebration and getting Jealous over a family member?? CACKLING ITS SO GOOD!!!!!! Also.......i am so sorry this took so long, it's been a struggle out here 💀 I hope you enjoy!!! I didn't add any spice cause I'm not really motivated to write for that right now buuuut when I do in the future I will keep this request in mind and give you a little part 2!!!!!

Taglist: @cinnbar-bun @lostfirefly

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The streets of Naples, Italy were packed with people waiting to watch the fireworks bloom across the sky as soon as the sun fell away. It was a festival you had grown up as a kid loving and one you had wished to come back home for to show your partner, Polnareff. 

He had been more than excited to come, wishing to know more of you and your home. Though, he had not been all that excited when you had posed the idea of him going to grab you two some more drinks and snacks before the sun disappeared. 

“And leave you here on your own? No. We can go together.” He had insisted, taking your hand in his with a gentle squeeze. 

“But we will lose our spot and I’m telling you this is the only spot you want.” You said, gesturing towards the spot you had elbowed and argued with to get. A spot that overlooked the blue waters of the Tyrrhenian Sea and was high enough that one could all but touch the fireworks as they shot off from the boats below. “You’ll be gone for only two minutes. I’ll be okay.” 

Polnareff had hesitated for a moment longer. A hesitation you eased with a gentle grab of the back of his neck to pull him down so that you could place a sweet kiss to his lips. So that you could murmur loving words against them that had him folding to your whims with a grumbling fine before heading off. 

You watched him go with a pleased smile before a man knocking into your shoulder, turning your attention back to your very important job of keeping your spot. 

Polnareff grumbled when he was met with long line after long line, the sun setting lower and lower the longer he stood. At this rate, it would be dark before he made it back to you…but you had wanted this so he was going to make sure you had all the snacks and drinks you could need. His main goal was to make you happy, and he would be damned if he wouldn’t make you the happiest person alive. 

Seeing you happy made him hap--

Polnareff froze when he finally spotted you after what felt like hours of being away. Spotted you placing a soft kiss to the cheek of another man. 

It wasn’t an uncommon practice. As a Frenchman, Polnareff was sure to greet those he knew and loved with la bise. A simple kiss to either cheek starting from the left and going to the right. And he knew you were accustomed to doing them as well, seeing as you were born and raised in Italy where such kisses were very common. 

But something about how you looked up at this man. How you held his upper arm oh so gently. 

No…no he was just being jealous. Looking too much into the situation and--

You moved to place yet another kiss to this man's cheeks.

Polnareff knew thanks to you that the number of kisses meant something. That one was reserved for quick hellos and goodbyes. For friends and acquaintances you might not be the closest to. For strangers and yet here you were--placing a second kiss.

So you knew him well. A friend you might have known from childhood or--

A third kiss. 

You were gifting this man a third kiss. 

Very close.

You were very close to this man. 

Maybe--maybe a past lover? 

It had to be. Who else would you grace your glorious affections to? 

Yet, just as Polnareff went to storm over there and demand answers, a large group of travelers walked before him. Travelers he pegged as Americans by the bit of conversation he overheard in their passing. He huffed and hurried to push through them despite their barks of protest but, upon making it to the other side, found the man gone. 

You looked his way and smiled happily as if you hadn’t just been with another man. As if you hadn’t just met up with a past lover. 

Polnareff almost let his rising jealousy and slight hurt fall away upon gazing upon your smile again, but they were too big to drop. 

“Amore, come quickly!” You waved quickly over. “The fireworks will be set off in a few--” Polnareff was crossing the way and standing in front of you before you could even finish your sentence.

“Who was he?” You blinked up at him, slight confusion furrowing your brow. 

“Who--what?” You said. “Why do you look so upset?” You continued, raising a hand to feel over the warm skin of his cheek but Polnareff, despite himself, moved from your touch. Your own hurt shot through your chest like a dagger. “Amore--” You started, that hurt pouring into your voice.

“Who was that man you were just with? You--You kissed him. Three times. Three times means you know him well. Very well. You--you must love him, yes? Who is he?” Polnareff rambled out, making your hurt soften and concussion turn to amusement. Amsuemnet you couldn’t help but show with a small chuckle. “You find this funny?” Polanreff huffed.  

“Yes.” You snatched one of the drinks from his hand and took a sip that you dragged on just to see Polnareff stress about who you had just been with for a short while longer. 

“Amour--” Polnareff all but whined at your all but disinterest in the seriousness of the situation. 

“You think I would show that much love for just any man?” You turned your gaze away from Polnareff to look over the darkening sea. Polnareff huffed, moving so that he could keep his gaze trained on your face. The man beside him hissed his annoyance but Polnareff hardly cared.

“No--no of course not. That is why he must be very dear to you. A--a past lover? A first love.” Oh god--the thoughts just kept tearing at his heart. A first love--how could he compete with that? With a love that had been so new and innocent and un--you were laughing again. 

“Darling--sweetheart, that was my brother.” Polnareff blinked as he slowly registered the words coming out of your mouth. Brother. That had been--that was your brother. You pointed over the railing at another person in the crowd below. 

“And that is his partner, just there see?” Your brother's partner looked around as if searching for someone. Their search had their eyes turning upward, finding you there. A happy smile pulled to their lips as they waved furiously to you and you were very quick to return the greeting. “He saw me and wanted to get a heads start in welcoming me back home before we went to go meet them all. No secret lovers or past lovers….though that would have been something huh?” You joked, turning back to him fully, that bright smile back on your face. 

“I-I-amour, I am sorry. I just--” You shrugged, reaching back up to place your hand on his cheek. He let you gratefully, leaning into the touch that was always so gentle and comforting. 

“It is alright, amore. I am glad to know you love me so much you would fall apart at such a scene. It makes me feel very special.” Polnareff nodded, leaning down closer so that he could breathe in the scented mist you had put on before leaving the hotel. A scent that he just could never get enough. 

You can’t help the content sigh that puffed from your nose as you leaned forward and pressed a delicately soft kiss to his lips. This kiss was one you had not thought of sharing with any other since the moment Polnareff had swept you off your feet. 

The sudden pop and whistling wizz that sounded through the dark air had you whipping around to watch the first fireworks bloom in the sky. It cast a pink glow over the dark sea and gathered crowds--crowds who Oooed and Aaahed at the beauty before them. 

Just as the second round of fireworks were shot off, Polnareff grabbed hold of your chin and guided your attention back onto him. His lips were set in an easy smile and his eyes, which were now illuminated by the green of the firework overhead, bore such unyielding love and affection in them that it stole the very air from your lungs. Such a look that had you forgetting about the fireworks because they could never beat the beauty of the man before you. 

“You are very special to me.” Your lips parted on a shaking intake of breath, your heart fluttering at his words. It was a slight movement Polnareff’s loving eyes shifted quickly to watch. “And you are mine and for that, I am truly blessed. Forgive me but…I will do anything to protect such a blessing.” 

The boom of yet another firework sounded as you threw yourself forward, nearly knocking the man you loved backward in your rush to fit his lips against yours once more.

[were-wolverine]

percy jackson ep3 live reaction

yesss the attic it looks perfect

the voice crack on “hi” i’m cackling

“oh geez” HES SO PERCY

annabeth immediately i love him.

percy’s gf requirements: has to be willing to push him down a flight of stairs without hesitation

let percy understand the horses PLEASE

“i chose you” i thought it was gonna be like ‘because you’re my best friend’ but nah he is just suspicious of grover dang. “i trust you” DAMN HE REALLY LYING HUH. poor grover totally believes him too. good thing he earns his trust back eventually and remains his best friend forever

“i’m gonna pack the best snacks” HE IS THE BEST KIND OF FRIEND

why tf are there lobster traps in the cabin. WHERE IS HIS BED???

“i think they’re canadian maybe? or from chuck e. cheese i dunno” he’s literally my favorite person ever

“these are… interesting”

thalia’s tree :(

when do they tell percy that grover was thalias protector 🤔

“the most powerful being in the universe’s best idea to save his daughter’s life… was to turn her into a tree?” YEAH FR GET HIS ASS PERCY

bro really does not know how to read the room 💀 “she met a pinecone’s fate” dude she is talking about her dead friend/sister-figure. grover’s literally like “wtf man”

how tf did they get a taxi from long island to the city bro

“i’m sorry to hear that” UR THE BEST ANNABETH

why is grover singing… THEATRE KID ENERGY

“our voting system’s broken” hgjfhdhd

BIG OOF ????

the autism makes decisions so hard very real

NOT THE TOSTITOS /j

“they smell fear” “that’s bees” EXCUSE ME? BEES WHAT NOW??

damn dodds that’s brutal

“perhaps the most formidable demigod child alive” i adore how they make 12 y/o annabeth so fucking powerful. like i really really love that they do that cuz ppl always talk about how powerful percy is but not how powerful annabeth is

defeated by shitty evacuation skills smh

…we’re lost in the woods, somewhere in new jersey

“i didn’t even know they had forests in new jersey” king. what.

ahhh i wish they just made them 13 i really cannot see them as 12 year olds

ope it is revealed. GROVER STOP TRYING TO REDIRECT THE CONVERSATION ITS NOT WORKING

annabeth IMMEDIATELY knows it’s medusa lol

thinking abt how sally used medusa’s story to teach lil percy that appearances aren’t everything and “not everything that looks like a monster is a monster”. very interested to see what they do with her in this version of pjo

“and i definitely trust my mom” percy is such a momma’s boy i love it

i hope they don’t make her evil pls pls pls. SHES NOT EVIL SHES AN SA VICTIM. “a survivor” :(

“the gift the gods gave me is i cannot be bullied anymore” yes 🙌

girl really said “it’s not a gift it’s a curse” as if she was there 💀 ilysm but clearly the story you’ve heard isn’t what really happened

“so did i” :( she was a worshipper of athena

“i wasn’t like you, i was you”

ANNABETH “that isn’t what happened” GIRL YOU WERENT THERREEEEE

you tell them medusa !! her and percy get matching “i hate poseidon” shirts

team #trust issues

oop. yeah fuck poseidon.

okay yeah i really like this characterization of her. like a good person with a skewed moral compass. or at least good intentions but not great actions

leetle snakes hiss hiss

annabeth watching percy defeat alecto… she literally has heart eyes hehe

THEY BETTER SHIP HER HEAD TO OLYMPUS I SWEAR

you tell them grover!!!!!!

oh he really did choose grover because he trusted him aw :,)

YES SHIP THE HEAD

“i am impertinent” ily

the song 💀 this is why they are besties

LIN MANUEL MIRANDA? *lip bite*

[crime-wives]

ouat 1x01 thoughts

god regina, you dramatic bitch. “I shall destroy your happiness if it is the last thing I do” ok darling, you can destroy me if you’d like

henry is so small, his tiny cheeks awww

not to be gay but… emma swan in the pink dress. fuck. i forgot how attracted to her i was. and the HAIR, the fucking princess curls. jesus christ her ARMS.

“bail bonds-person” i love her

yesss bitch, strut across the street like you own it. absolute icon behavior, slamming that asshole’s face into the steering wheel.

babe you’re so sad and pathetic with your vanilla cupcake. i bet she wished for family.

not her apartment door saying ‘cast a spell’

“My name’s Henry, and i’m your son” agevgsvegw STOP

her having a panic attack in the bathroom, so real.

once again, her ARMS, i want her so bad

henry’s cute little freckles, i can’t do this.

idgaf abt snow and charming “She poisoned an apple because she thought I was prettier than her” shut up bitch, you know that’s not why

“Oh kid, you’ve got problems” emma swan, insulting children since 1983

ok but the fact that they chose the name ‘emma’ in a fairytale world, lmao

evil queen theme song playing as they enter storybrooke

emma swan wearing the most dyke outfit possible. getting ready to impress milfs

not that there’s any significance, but emma’s license plate is: 836•M4X

snow and charming are so annoying istg

ewww the blue fairy, i hate that bitch (derogatory)

regina running towards henry and wrapping him up in a hug. her eyes are wet. good lord, her first reaction is concern and worry, not anger.

“I found my real mom” my HEART. her face after he said that, so stricken and hurt, baby…

emma’s little flustered, ‘hi’ when talking to a gorgeous milf. ok babe, we get it, you’re gay.

graham leaving bc of emma and regina’s immediate sexual tension. and regina’s eyes roving over emma.

first ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at exactly 21:00 minutes.

emma swan is so desperate to impress regina. it’d be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic (affectionate)

“Sneaky bastard” once again, emma swan insulting children since 1983

crashing into the storybrooke sign like the absolute icon she is

the cgi 💀💀

yay!! curse time :)

emma waking up in a jail cell. she just does not give a fuck about this shit.

her lips parting when she she’s regina, ok babe, she’s hot we get it

LIP SCAR

god mary-margaret pisses me off

go regina, knock over mary-margaret’s shit, absolute queen

“She’s kinda a hardass” yes but that turns you on, doesn’t it?

gina’s so hot when she’s evil

putting a newborn through the wardrobe to save themselves, a+ parenting

henry mills, once again, the most mature one in a situation “You don’t have to be hostile. You like me, I can tell. You’re just pushing me away because I make you feel guilty.”

“I wanted you to have your best chance. But it’s not with me. C’mon, let’s go.” go emma! be the mature adult i know you can be

petition to get emma swan a therapist so she can deal with all her issues (trust me, she’s got a lot of them)

“Look, your mom is trying her best. I know it’s hard, and I know sometimes you think she doesn’t love you, but at least she wants you.” emma swan, standing up for regina mills since the moment they met

mmm regina’s voice is so hot.

her unhinged laughter, i love her so much

“Where are we going?” “Somewhere horrible, absolutely horrible” takes them to maine

emma swan is so fucking desperate for regina’s approval. she wished to not be alone on her birthday, baby…

second ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at 38:43 (i will be keeping count of all of them :D)

regina fidgeting with her blazer pockets, she’s so anxious

first “He’s my son” at 39:01 minutes

“I will destroy you if it is the last thing I do” babe, it’s kinda gay to have a nemesis, just saying

third ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at 39:32

baby… gina is coming apart at the seems

god, not to be gay, but regina’s HANDS at 40:27 agevvegse

emma’s only staying because of regina’s provocations. she wouldn’t have stayed for henry.

gold is so icky.

she’s staying a *only* a week, sure babe, sure.

also side note, i forgot how good the coloring was in ouat. like its very faded, maybe indicative of storybrooke being stuck in the past???

[halsteadlover]

Always a Family

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: yes by anon.

• Warnings: talking about infertility and bad writing.

• Word count: 3498.

• A/N: bye I’m so bad at giving titles 💀. I know that’s not good, I’m sorry for how this turned out. Let me know what do you think about this one and if I wasn’t accurate dealing with this topic, I tried my best and I apologize for any mistake. Reblog, like and comment please, I’d love to know your opinions ❤️ my inbox is always open if you want to just talk. Love you, and thank you for your support.

Ever since you were a teenager, you had the desire to become a mother, to find a prince charming with whom to start a family and live happily ever after in a house of your own.

You found your prince charming, the best you could ever ask for, you found the house in which to live happily ever after, but no family, however.

Due to some health problems, when you were just a little girl you were told you’d never be able to conceive and for you the possibility of becoming a mother and having a family would unfortunately have been only and forever a dream.

That part of your life was a part you never told anyone, not even your husband even if he was your rock, your lifeline, your everything, but still the crippling fear he might leave you if he had found out was superior to anything else and prevented you from telling him the whole truth.

When you and Jay met you were going through a period where you didn't have any expectations but he managed to change your mind. You never imagined you’d fall so much in love with that man that you’d end up marrying him, you never thought you wanted to share your life with someone as much as you wished with him. Telling him about your infertility had never been a problem, since initially, as already mentioned, you had no expectations. But as time went by, keeping this part of you inside became more and more difficult and the guilt for hiding such a big thing began to slowly eat you from inside.

For better or for worse, though, things always came to light.

One evening, after dinner, you and Jay were on the sofa cuddling, a bowl of popcorn on your lap while watching a movie. Your head rested on his chest as his arm wrapped around your shoulder, squeezing you warmly against him.

You actually didn't even like the movie, being an action movie, but Jay seemed to thrill and he was so cute and handsome as he was watching tv with so much concentration you didn't have the heart to change channel. You didn't particularly like those kind of movies, perhaps because you spent so much of your time immersed in murders, criminals, drugs and kidnappings, the last thing you wanted was to see something that reminded you of them.

“Baby?” you heard Jay's voice waking you up from the state of sleep you were falling into.

“Mmh?” you answered, opening your eyes and bringing them back to the TV as if you had followed the film step by step. To your surprise – and delight – it was over and you found yourself mentally breathing a sigh of relief.

“Did you miss the ending?” he asked you amused.

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh yeah? And what do you think about it? Did you like it?”.

“Definitely an unprecedented film, a completely unexpected ending and one twist after another, ten out of ten.”

He burst out laughing, holding you closer and filling your cheeks with kisses. “My sleeping beauty. You could’ve told me you didn't like the movie baby.”

“No baby, I enjoyed the movie, it's just that I'm a little bit tired after today.”

Jay planted a kiss on your temple, chuckling after realizing it was obviously a little lie. “I love you so much baby, but now let's go to bed come on.”

“Y/N can I talk to you about something?” Jay asked suddenly, after you settled under the covers, cuddling.

“Of course, spit it out.”

“First of all I want to tell you I don't want to scare you off or anything, it's just something I've been thinking about for a while now and… well… I wanted to tell you about it.”

“Do I have to worry?” you asked amused.

“No, no, of course not,” he spoke, taking your hand in his, his eyes locked in yours. “So… Obviously I'm not talking immediately, like something that's going to happen tomorrow but… Well… What do you think about starting a family? We haven't talked about it much, but do you want to have a baby one day?”.

Your stomach dropped at hearing those words, your heart nearly skipped a beat. Anxiety immediately kicked in though you tried as hard as possible not to show a reaction, to remain neutral.

You reluctantly knew this day would come sooner or later, but you hoped with all your heart it’d delay as long as possible. For an instant all thoughts rushed out of your mind, not having the slightest idea where to begin to tell him his wish would never be granted, at least not with you.

“S-sure baby, I'd be so happy to have a baby with you,” you replied, trying to put on a fake smile and feeling your heart break when you instead saw the radiant smile that appeared on his face, the way his eyes sparkled.

“Are you serious? Do you really want it?”

You tried with every fiber of your being to keep your composure but you couldn't stop your eyes from filling with tears, which however Jay, seized with happiness, thought were tears of joy.

“Yes Jay, there is nothing else in the world I want than to have a family with you,” you replied, telling the sincerest truth. That was true, having a family with your husband was really what you wanted with all your heart.

In a fit of joy he hugged you, squeezing you so hard he took your breath away. But you felt so dirty, hypocritical, a shitty person to prevent him from fulfilling his desire. The tears threatened more and more to escape from your eyes but you managed to find the strength to hold back, not to burst into tears.

You couldn't sleep that night.

The guilt was eating you up from inside, you couldn't drive away that feeling of betrayal.

You felt guilty for hiding something so important from your husband, the person you had to trust most in the world, you felt guilty because you���d never be able to give him something he wanted so much, you felt bad about yourself for not being able to accept you’d never become a mother, you’d never have a baby bump to caress, you’d never experience childbirth, watching your baby grow up.

This sense of guilt coexisted with the disabling fear of losing everything you had built with so much effort. You were fucking afraid of losing the love of your life, that once he found out he’d run away.

You couldn't lie in that bed much longer, feeling an overwhelming feeling of suffocation taking over you. So you got out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible to try not to wake Jay, who was sleeping peacefully next to you.

But it wasn't long before he noticed your absence.

Jay stretched out his arm to his left, in an attempt to hug you but he immediately realized your absence and this made him wake up suddenly. He propped himself up on his elbows, rubbing his sleep-filled eyes as he tried to adjust his vision to the dark room.

“Y/N? baby?” he called you and after receiving no answer, he moved the covers from over his body and stood up, heading towards the living room. Fear took over him when, seeing you sitting on the couch, he realized you were crying.

“Baby, oh my god are you okay? What is going on? Are you hurt?” he rushed to you, bending down in front of you. You sat with your elbows resting on your knees, your hands covering your face as you sobbed.

“Y/N please talk to me, tell me what's wrong, is something hurting you?” he persisted, his heart pounding, anxiety gripping his stomach. You shook your head, through tears, unable to speak.

“My love, look at me please. You're scaring the shit out of me, please,” he kept asking as his hands caressed your arms. You stood up, wiping away your tears at the same time, but still keeping your face covered. You didn't want him to see you, not like that.

“Baby...” he murmured, then sitting down next to you, starting to caress your back, “I'm here, I won't leave you. Just take a deep breath, I'm here next to you.”

A few moments passed before you to began to calm down a bit.

“Look at me baby,” Jay said, almost in a whisper and when you didn't, he placed two fingers on your chin and turned your head towards him, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes were still red and swollen from the tears, your cheeks wet from them. “It breaks my heart seeing you like this and not being able to help you... My love please talk to me, whatever it is we can solve it, I'm here with you.”

Oh darling, I wish this could be fixed.

You shook your head, the urge to cry threatening to overwhelm you again.

“Y-you'll leave me if I tell you…” you stammered, struggling to maintain eye contact.

A bewildered expression came over Jay's face and in that moment he wondered if you had hit your head somewhere. “What? I hope you're joking, for what kind of reason would I leave you?” he blurted out, dumbfounded “You are my wife, the love of my life, unless you've slept with someone else, there's no way I'm ever going to leave you, just get it out of your mind.”

“What? Absolutely not, it's not that,” you replied immediately.

“I know baby I know, I was just kidding. But you have to tell me what makes you feel like this, I want to help you but I can't do it if you don't talk t-… Oh no, no, no, don't please cry, my love...” he hugged you, squeezing you like never before, one arm around your shoulders while the other hand stroked your hair, “I'm here, I'm here and I will never leave you, I’d die rather and I'm not kidding, whatever happened will never make me walk away from you.”

You continued to cry in his arms, until he pulled away slightly and gently grabbed your face, wiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks with his thumbs.

“You trust me right?”.

“Blindly, with my own life,” you answered without hesitation.

“Then you must have no doubts when I tell you nothing and no one can ever separate me from you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, grow old with you, I won’t leave you not even in a parallel universe.”

“I'm so scared Jay,” you whispered.

“For what baby?”.

“That you will no longer trust me, that you’ll hate me and look at me differently.”

At that point panic began to take hold of him again.

“Baby you're really worrying me now, did something bad happen? Please tell me.”

Now or never.

“About h-having… Well, having a family…”

Jay breathed a sigh of relief at you, his mind having already planned the worst-case scenarios he could think of. “You don’t want to have kids? It’s okay baby, why didn't you tell me? It's an important thing, don't-...”

“No, no,” you interrupted him “It's just that… God… I really want to start a family too, my love.”

At that point the panic was replaced by confusion. “Baby I really don't understand.”

“I would love a family but the thing is…” you sighed, trying not to cry again “I can't.”

“What do you mean?”.

“Physically, I… I can't have children, I'm completely infertile.”

“Oh.”

There was a moment of silence that seemed to last an eternity. You couldn't read Jay's expression well, you couldn't tell if he was angry, disappointed, scared or whatever.

“Now you're going to leave me right?” you asked in a whisper, your eyes filled with tears again as you looked at him, scared stiff at the answer you’d receive.

“What? Absolutely not my love,” he replied quickly, looking at you as if you were crazy “I'm actually relieved, I thought something really bad had happened.”

“Relieved?”.

“Oh, no, no, sorry baby I didn't mean that, I just really thought the worst for a second,” he explained, feeling guilty at his choice of words. He continued to caress your face while you looked at him carefully as if waiting for a rant from him.

“Do you hate me?”.

“Baby come here,” he said pulling you into a hug. It broke his heart to see you like that, to know you had been so afraid of losing him you preferred to torment yourself rather than tell him about it, and he wasn't angry, he never could be, not about something so delicate you weren't responsible for. God, how could you even think he could hate you? He could leave you? “I love you so damn much, more than anyone else on this planet, I'm so sorry you had to go through this alone, I could never hate you how can you even think about that?”.

“I was so scared to tell you, I thought…” you cried “I thought you were going to leave me.”

Jay broke away from the hug, pointing his green eyes straight into yours. “Baby it's not your fault, I understand why you were so afraid to tell me and I'm so sorry, because I would’ve reassured you that I love you to death, that I will never let go of the best thing that ever happened to me, you don't have to never be afraid to talk to me and express your fears because I will always be by your side, I will support you no matter what happens, you must never doubt this.”

Those words from him threw you even further into an abyss of guilt and despair.

“My baby, God I hate to see you like this,” he whispered, hugging you again.

“I feel awful.”

“Why? You absolutely don't have to.”

“Because you are so amazing and understanding and… And I don't know what I did to deserve you after I kept such an important thing from you…” You stopped for a second due to a sob “I feel like shit because I'm wrong and I can't give you what you most desire, because of me we won't have a family, a child of our own, and… Shit, you'd better leave me… You deserve to…-”

“Okay Y/N now I have to stop you,” Jay interrupted, not even wanting to hear another word of your nonsensical speech. He pulled away from the hug and put his hands on your shoulders, “I don’t want this bullshit to come out of your mouth again, okay? You're not wrong...”

“Can I ask you something?” you asked him, interrupting him in your turn.

“Sure, anything you want.”

“But please tell me the truth. If I told you sooner, would you have changed your mind about me? Would you have continued our relationship?”. For an instant you were terrified of hearing his answer, your heart pounding.

“No love that wouldn't have changed anything and it wouldn't have affected our relationship because I loved you, I love you and I will always love you dearly with all my heart and even now that you told me it doesn't change how my eyes see you. In sickness and in health remember? Through thick and thin,” he answered without hesitation. He took your hand with his, intertwining your fingers, “Y/N, baby, listen to me alright? You're not wrong, it's not your fault and I'm not mad at you, I won't leave you understand? I understand why you didn't tell me sooner and I don't blame you. You know, sometimes our body betrays us, not everything goes the way we want but we don't have to blame ourselves for this. What matters to me is that we are together, there are so many other ways to have a family, there are so many kids out there who are alone and need lots of love. We’re always gonna be a family.”

You nodded, still crying.

“Love it's not your fault, I know that's easy for me to say and hard for you to accept. You make me so happy, you have no idea how much, you really are the best thing that ever happened to me and that won't change my mind.”

“It's not right for you…” you whispered..

“What's not right?”

“To stay with me, you want a baby and I can't have one, it's not fair for you to have to give it up.”

“But we won't give up, as I have already told you there are many children waiting to have a family, that need love and affection. Honestly, there's no other person in the world I'd want to do this with, just you,” he spoke “We can have kids but there’s no one else like you baby.”

“I know…”

“Darling,” he murmured, giving you a kiss on the forehead before continuing to speak “I'm always with you, you know that right? I will always help you, we will face every obstacle together and together we’ll be able to overcome this guilt you feel. One day you’ll be able to understand it's not your fault, that there is no need to feel this way, you’ll be able to truly understand unfortunately life can be bad even with people like you who don't deserve it at all, that you shouldn't let yourself be discouraged and find your strength even in the bad things that happen to you. You’ll be able to forgive yourself one day for feeling wrong, I know, it will take some time, but I know you will because you’re one of the strongest people I have ever known and I will always be with you, at every step you take.”

And that’s it. This was the reason why you married that man, because he understood you, he read you like no one else did, because before you even spoke he was able to understand what was tormenting you.

“I love you so much Jay,” you cried out and that time it was you hugging him, “Thank you for everything, for being so amazing, God I don't know what I’d do without you.”

“I love you so much too, thank you for trusting me.”

You stayed on that sofa for an indefinite amount of time, hugging each other and talking, until the sun started to rise outside. You felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off your shoulders and you thanked the universe for having a man like Jay next to you, not everyone would’ve reacted the way he did, and you felt like the luckiest person on earth to have chosen a gem as rare as him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked you. You were lying on the sofa, your head resting on his lap as he played with a strand of your hair.

You brought your gaze to him. “About what?”.

“How did you find out?” he asked, “But I don't want you to feel obligated to do this, I know it's delicate for you.”

“No, of course I want to tell you,” you replied “When I was about fifteen I had a uterine fibroid discovered, nothing too serious, it's a benign tumor that could be surgically removed without a hitch but during surgery the surgeons had found the situation was worse than expected and there was a complication, a massive hemorrhage that forced them to remove the uterus.”

“I'm so sorry baby,” he whispered, stroking your hair “Have you ever told anyone about this?”

You shook your head. “If you mean professionally no, my parents continually suggested I had to talk to a psychologist but I always refused, I was just a little girl, you know, I didn't think I needed it and I kept it to myself. I've always pretended nothing happened but, growing up, I realized that maybe I should’ve done it instead. It's traumatic for a 15-year-old to be told she’d never be able to have children and now I'm still bearing the consequences.”

“I'm sorry you had to go through all this alone, especially when you were still too young to even understand what was going on,” he spoke. “But now you are no longer alone, I will always be there at every step you take and above all it is never too late to ask for help if you need it.”

“I know love,” you smiled weakly. “I already feel so much better now that I've told you about it, I'm just sorry I haven't done it sooner, but now I feel like I'm not alone in going through this anymore. Don't get me wrong, I've accepted it by now, but I know that when we’ll expand our family, I have to solve some 'issues’ first.”

Jay smiled at the word when. “When?”

“Of course baby. As someone very important to me told me, there are so many children out there in need of love and a family.”

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Surpriise 🥳

A/N: I’m starting maybe an hour after my last fic… I don’t know how long this will take me to write but I’m impressed with how fast I managed to think something up lol. You might not be because the quality is meh |||| I’m going to try to make this more lighthearted… idk if future me will carry that sentiment but lets hope she does… goodluck 💀 Song shuffle on this and we got my universe :)))

Summary: Changbin had been busy with his tour and away from you for too long so you plan to surprise him.

Changbin x gender neutral reader

Changbin had been on tour for 2 months now. It was so difficult for both of you to deal with. What he didn’t know though, was that you had a surprise visit planned. All the guys were in on it.

They had been texting you non stop about how changbin had been pouting constantly, scrolling through pictures of you and complaining about how lonely he was. It felt like there was a thunder cloud hovering over him and anytime he smiled it was for a show or because you called.

You were packing your stuff as you got a call from him. You panicked for unknown reasons because unless you pointed your camera, specificaly at your suitcase, your room looked exactly the same.

You picked up the video call, ‘HEYYYY! YOU TOOK A WHOLE 5 RINGS TO PICK UP!! WHY?! HAVE I BEEN GONE TOO LONG? DO YOU NOT LOVE ME ANYMORE!?’ He threw out his wild theories and you couldn’t help but laugh.

‘It’s only been 2 months. Don’t worry, I still have faint memories of us together. Although… I think they’re fading…who are you?’ You said seriously and he gasped.

‘I KNEW IT! I’m gonna die alone oh my god…’

‘I’m the one losing memories, god, way to make your tour all about you.” You laughed.

He squinted at you, ‘you’re mean.’

‘I’m also one of your favourite people in the world. Did you call just to list off traits of mine?’

‘No. I miss you and your ungrateful ass,’ he pouted as he flopped back on his bed.

‘Don’t talk bad about my ass. It’s right there,’ you were walking out of your room when you tripped over your bag.

Good one, smart stuff.

It peaked his interest, ‘you good? What did you trip over?’

‘Oh no, I’m ok, I’m just unable to walk,’ you said in a hurry.

He got worried, ‘did you hurt yourself?’

‘NO! I just mean… I haven’t been doing much so I… forgot…’

Yeah, you’re so good at this. He’ll totally believe that. 🙄

‘You… forgot…how to walk..??’

‘Yeah, your face is so distracting and everything over the top of everything… My brain just couldn’t fathom anything else.’

This seemed to distract him and you guys talked about what had been going on recently. You managed to not fall face first somewhere after that and everything went well.

Your flight was 3 days later and you were so excited. You had told the guys to make sure changbin was distracted so he didn’t text or call you. The poor baby would think you were ignoring him.

When you landed, you rested up at the hotel you would be at temporary before their next concert. Your plan was to appear in the audience and he would look so surprised to see you. Then you would duck and make him think he imagined it.

It was mean but you would appear backstage so… no harm no foul.

Everything was going to plan and now you had seungmin walking you to a safe place to get some food before you went to the floor.

You met them all except changbin and it was so refreshing. You were just aching to hug changbin again. Although your wish came true when he walked past the room. He looked in, saw you and carried on walking because obviously he wasn’t expecting you to be there.

Jisung pushed you behind the sofa and sat in your place.

Changbin came charging back in, ‘Y/N???’

‘All these years together and I thought you knew my name,’ jisung fake cried. ‘After everything we’ve been through.’

Jeongin laughed, ‘he’s hallucinating again. God, you really can’t be away from them, can you?’

‘Codependency be like,’ hyunjin tacked on with a giggle.

Changbin sighed and side eyed the members as he left the room. ‘I’m not codependent… I just love them a lot. All your single, lonely asses can’t talk,’ he mumbled with a pout.

When he was definitely gone, Chan let you know the coast was clear. You stepped out with laughs, ‘shots fired! Damn.’

Hyunjin scowled at you, ‘Y/N shut up or so help me, I’ll call him back.’

You immediately stopped smiling and sobered up. You were about to say something but then you pretended to zip your mouth shut and gave him an overly big smile.

You spent a little more time eating then moved to go to the floor. With their help obviously, you didn’t want to accidentally run into changbin.

You were having fun, all the songs on this album were SO good. You made eye contact with changbin then he looked away but he looked back, frantically scanning the audience. You had ducked and he couldn’t find you again, he blinked a bunch, took a breath and moved away from that area.

You did this 2 more times and every time, he looked more and more confused. When the concert ended, you made your way to the security guard who would help you get backstage. It took you a little while to sift through the crowd but eventually, you made it.

As you got closer to their changing rooms, you could hear changbin talking.

‘I have no idea what’s wrong with me. I thought it was a wierd moment before but now… I actually keep seeing them everywhere. Like I could’ve sworn they were in the audience,’ you could hear him sniffling, ‘I wish I could go home… atleast for a bit.’

You knocked on the door and he opened the door. His jaw dropped as he stood there, staring at you.

‘Mail for a… ‘Changbin’? We have a package for a ‘Seo Changbin’,’ you said casually.

He turned and looked at everyone else, ‘you’re seeing this too right? They’re here? I’m not about to hug a mail man to death?’

Everyone laughed and yelled surprise. He turned around so fast and within a second, you were in a soul crushing hug.

‘I missed you too baby but I do need my ribs after this so…’ you wheezed as you lightly hugged him back. He loosened the hug with a quiet sorry.

After you had all calmed down, everyone laughed at how absolutely confused changbin looked on stage. He also apologised for calling them all lonely asses when jeongin reminded him.

It was a good day. You spent the next 2 weeks with them and loved every moment of it.

A/N: I hope this makes up for me making some of you cry in the first fic LMAO I wanted to add so much angst to this but I’ll let this be. You can all be distraught on the next one 😈 I’m really showcasing my dry sense of humour in this one 💀

[I’ve tried to look over it but if there’s anything that isn’t gender neutral about the reader, lemme know and I’ll fix it]

[fireflylitsky]

Hiiiiii @natsbatscats thanks for picking a bajillion things laksjdflasjdk

Zabutema answered here

Akatsuki Heist answered here

Alrighty so just Main Fic and T4T KakuHida *cracks knuckles* (I will do them in separate posts so it's not insanely long)

I'm sure I've talked about this before but my Main fic (Oh Honey, There Goes Your Bastard) is unquestionably my biggest failure and greatest triumph. It is the reason I got into writing, suffers very much from first fic syndrome, and it is very apparent from reading the beginning that I had started it when I was a teenager. I can hardly bring myself to read anything in the first like 75k words, it makes me want to crawl under a rock 💀

Still, people seem to make it through and enjoy it well enough sometimes, and I appreciate their willpower.

The fic is really just an ode to my love of the Akatsuki and centers around a young woman named Izumi (an OC, not canon--that is how long ago I created this OC, Izumi Uchiha did not yet exist) that finds herself thrown into the middle of this emotionally constipated group of murderers, and treats them like real people deserving of love and affection for perhaps the first time in their lives.

They try very hard not to get attached. (They don't try that hard) It's a lot of shenanigans. (334k words so far to be exact)

I'll share an unpublished snippet where Itachi is begrudgingly helping Hidan figure out what exactly Jashin is by revisiting the cave in the Valley of Hell where Hidan first came into contact with it. (Jashin in this AU is a parasitic entity, the source of Hidan's psychosis, and something he is trying to separate himself from.) Itachi is only inclined to help because he needs Hidan to be able to protect Izumi (she's not a fighter) after he himself dies, and right now Hidan cannot be trusted while he's entwined with Jashin.

“Welp, this is it." Hidan fanned a hand in front of his face, nose scrunching unpleasantly.

“The smell is certainly… pungent.” Even Itachi’s features fell out of alignment.

“Yeah, fucking reeks like greasy dog water.”

It wouldn’t have been the description Itachi arrived at personally, but he supposed Hidan wasn’t too far off the mark. He and Izumi had that in common—spouting off peculiar things. Izumi just happened to be about a thousand times more endearing about it.

“And yet, you were drawn to it…” Itachi mused under his breath with a sigh, staring at the mostly hidden cave entrance.

Hidan caught that and offered up a one-fingered salute. “There were a bunch of dead bodies,” he sneered. “I was fucking checking it out, you prick. Doing a goddamn good deed, or whatever."

Itachi’s interest was admittedly piqued. “Bodies?”

“Yeah, a fucking clan massacre. Pretty sure you’re familiar with the term?”

Blinking back his annoyance at the less-than-subtle jab, Itachi asked a clarifying question, and maybe, perhaps jabbed back a bit. “Oh? A massacre you weren’t involved in?”

“Fucking no,” Hidan drawled. “I wasn’t. It was a massacre neither of us were involved in if you can fucking believe it. This was before I picked up the habit, not sure what your excuse is.”

“I’m only gathering the facts,” Itachi asserted blandly, wishing he were anywhere else.

“Well the fact is, Uchiha, it smells like fucking piss and shit here, so can we hurry this the fuck up?”

“Gladly… lead the way.” Itachi gestured to the obscured cave entrance looking less than welcoming.

Hidan cocked a brow, folding his arms over his chest. “Scared to go in first? You a pussy or something?”

Itachi took a moment, breathing in deeply through his nose, willing himself to think of nothing but Izumi as a reminder of why he was doing all of this. He exhaled just as slowly. “Yes. You nailed it. I am that. Nothing to do with the fact that you’re the one familiar with the area. Now go.”

Hidan snorted—evidently pleased with Itachi’s bending of the knee—and muscled his way through the offending wildlife.

“Alright, follow me, I’ll give you the grand tour.” His voice echoed out from the cave mouth. As if hearing Hidan’s grating voice just once wasn’t bad enough.

At least they were moving. Itachi fell into step behind him.

“So here we have the fucking… I dunno… cave foyer or some shit,” Hidan rambled, walking backwards and gesturing to the small chamber around them. “And through here is some other shit probably, maybe the ritual roo—”

“You don’t actually need to describe the cave… Just take me to where it happened.”

Hidan threw his arms up, rolling his eyes. “You’re no fun, Uchiha. I don’t know what the hell Izumi sees in you.”

“Likewise,” Itachi muttered under his breath, still loud enough for Hidan to hear within the cavern walls. They seemed to amplify everything to an annoying degree. Itachi absently wished it would amplify his patience, or perhaps Hidan's brain cell count.

“Pfttt,” Hidan spewed, shooting Itachi an incredulous look. “Least I’m pretty.”

“Well, I’m—” Itachi fizzled out abruptly, cutting off his knee-jerk reaction to argue that he, too, was pretty. He needed to stop letting Hidan push him into bizarre corners…

“You’re what, Uchiha?” Hidan pressed with a knowing little grin, tongue poking at his cheek.

“I’m done with this conversation. Can you focus, please?” Itachi was not about to argue over which one of them was prettier. That would be absurd...

It was clearly him, right? It... it had to be…

[obihiro-division]

Several days had passed since Daiki Kamiyama’s birthday came to a close.

And yet there was just one more package that had been sitting idly at his front doorstep. A strange box that was half his height with several screws and bolts on it.

Just taped on top of it was an open-face letter addressed to him oddly pristine handwriting.

“Heya, kiddo! Nothing like a birthday but a chance to get a little smarter, yeah? It’s a puzzle box, so good luck opening this shit! No, but in all realness, I do miss you and your brothers a ton, I haven’t seen you guys in a hot minute! Wish we could’ve gotten in touch sooner before my little brother died, but let’s get in touch soon!

— Big Sis Reiaki

Oh, and don’t worry! Your actual present is inside the puzzle box! Use your brains a bit, little hero!”

♛ Several Hours Later ♛

After hours of anguish of trying to pry open the puzzle box, Daiki had finally reached success. Torn between being too mentally and physically exhausted and excited to finally see what was inside, he peered in. Inside was a specially hand-crafted and fully functional Kamen Rider Mach Helmet that fit perfectly over his head.

Jack let himself into the Kamiyama heir’s apartment to quite a scene: The mess wasn’t something Jack was too off-put by, in fact, it was the entire reason Jack had barged in. What he didn’t expect to see, is an out of breath Daiki sprawled out on the floor, panting aloud as a helmet was clutched in his hands, completely surrounded by pieces of some sort.

“Master? What is…” Picking up the letter, the butler scans over the writing and sighs. “Ah, Miss. Suzubayashi. That makes sense.”

“I… I beat her puzzle…!” Daiki grunts, basking in his victory.

Looking over the letter again, Jack notices a detail the two of them were unaware of. He opens his mouth to speak, but instead, shakes his head and clears his throat. “I’ll let you rest, young master. Allow me to handle the cleanup.”

Setting the letter down on his bedside table, Jack began to pick up the pieces to the puzzle box bit by bit. Thinking on the letter, Jack was mentally preparing how to best tackle the potential of seeing Reiaki Suzubayashi again... And the potential outcomes of talking about her family. ‘Best to not ruin his happy moment. We can discuss the grim news later…’

Thank you for the last gift! Ngl I have to do some mental exercises to figure out how Jack would talk Daiki through this topic- 💀

[jinkicake]

Adding back to my “Lilith died so Lucifer could get laid” theory. I read a fic years ago about Lilith meeting mc and mc wants to fight God (understandable) and Lilith isn’t mad she’s calm asf just happy to finally meet her and she’s like???? “Aren’t you pissed??? You literally died just to come back up to the celestial realm” And Lilith is holding back a laugh like “mc, beloved if I had ent died and the war never happened where would you be?” And she’s like 😀🙂 oh okay. Like damn,,,, we would have never gotten to meet them! And Satan wouldn’t exist🥲 like that’s so said to think and IK the brothers don’t want to hear that. So imagine like idk how marrying 7 people at once would go but it’s your wedding or some type of “we swear to be together for eternity” ceremony and it’s all fun and cool even some of the angels who were against them are there bc like CANNOT keep his mouth shut about his fav big sibling getting married and Michael was like oh it gotta be here for the drama👀 maybe diavolo would walk mc down the isle but like lmao he’s apart of my harem too💀 might have to wake his dad up for that one. Or they walk to us and Lucifer is the last to go for he feels this overwhelming familiar presence and freezes and god has to give a speech bc lmao he does what he wants CLEARLY. The brothers feel every emotion at once, sadness, fear, rage and confusion they don’t even know what to do as they were stunned into silence and diavolo is like 😅what do you need?? And he starts some long speech about how they’re still his kids and Lucifer was his favorite before he drops the bomb that he sacrificed Lilith so mc could be born bc their his soulmate💀 bc if mr all seeing eye can know the past present and future why ain’t he do something before?? Why did he let that human being born?? He sat back and watched lmao and Michael helped!! So he’s like “yeaaaaaahh remember when I told you you need to loosen up and get laid?,,,, we’ll nobody was good enough for you so I had to make your soulmate from hand🥰” and literally people are about to pass out bc HUH??? PEOPLE DIED MAN!! Michael is like “no yeah can confirm I thought it was crazy too when he first told me” Lilith is a lil salty bc she wasn’t in on it but 🤷🏿‍♂️ she took one for the team. Imagine belphie bc he’s always the quickest to anger when it comes to this flips his shit and is like?? What the FUCK is wrong with you so you know how much suffering you put us through??? And Michael pipes up and is like “are you mad when you’re getting your dick wet??? Okay then relax” Aiken can’t even be like “what an odd turn of events” bc they can get his ass too “yeah we sent you to this exchange program for a reason lmao. No offense but you are NOT my strongest soldier. Pussy had you in your knees more than prayer ik that was a set up.”😭😭so before he’s like yeah so mc was MY gift to you, uh your welcome! Bc it was FR only for Lucifer but he might have added a lil too much charisma, and when he gives his well wishes he sends a shit eating grin and a wink over to diavolo and makes a comment on how well his plan to unify the realms is coming along and he hopes to be In attendance for his wedding and he’s like “excuse me???” Barbatos can’t even see wtf he’s talking about😭 but like since Lilith wasn’t an angel or demon when she fell she was like a mix of both and mc is a human if they had a kid it would be all three🤭 rip tho bc they’re all gunna be way more possessive when they fuck you I fear. Now when they say shit like “you’re taking it so well like you were made for me” THEY REALLY MEAN IT Lucifer gets a little rush of serotonin when he sees you on your knees for him and he is reminded that it’s all for him, and nobody can stop him from destroying your insides come morning, Belphegor who would get hitter over remembering watching Lilith perish before his eyes looming at it in a new light and taking it out on you. “Aren’t you gunna take responsibility for all the trouble you’ve me? The time spent in the attic” when he’s making your brain liquid

omg this makes me wonder who the demons would choose... mc or lilith like i know they would pick mc but also... would they?

no but like what if michael did all that and then mc chose to be with like barbatos or simeon HAHAH for me they would win five times out of seven.... the only people im NOT choosing over them is luci and mammon...

[17magpiesinatrenchcoat]

oh yeah, the short story I wrote when I was 14 lol

it’s not very good but here💀

realising that this was the last time I wrote something is not a nice feeling. I didn’t even realise it’s been so long, holy shit, like i knew it had been a while but I didn’t realise it was literal YEARS now that’s just sort of depressing, especially since well.. I still can’t do better than 14 year old me now and she’s probably better bc I have not practiced in years smh💀💀

I wish I knew how to be a writer, it would be so amazing to get my stories out in the world, but I’m just so lazy ☹️☹️☹️ if any of y’all got any tips on how to get into it well. You know where to find me

anyways here (cw for death/suicide I think, idk what 14 year old me was cooking)

Candle

`At first, it was only an ember.

It was near the end of the Great War that they found her. Cold and trembling, crumpled in the ruins of her scorched village, a lone survivor. She was the only ember of life in a ruined land.

The kingdom set up camp among the blackened stones, wary of the stranger. They could not afford to let their guard down, because even the tiniest spark can start a fire. However, the princess did not heed their warnings, and went to talk to the stranger. The girl reminded the princess of a candle in the night, hopelessly shining, doomed to eventually burn out, fated to never see any light apart from her own. She could not help but pity her, this pathetic little ember, soon to burn out. The princess thought she had already seen it all, ravaging fires and thunderous floods, so what could a tiny, blackened ember do to hurt her?

She held out her hand to the candle, beckoning to a shining future. She might as well blow a little air on a dying spark, keep it burning for a little while longer, a good deed for the day. It wouldn’t affect her in the long run. Or so she thought.

Then, it was a spark.

The candle hid in the shadows of the palace, too afraid to talk to anyone higher than her. Amongst the glittering scarlet tapestries and golden sunrises, she was a moth amongst butterflies, draped in beige rags. She prayed to the moon and stars to forget, to no avail. She glared out from under black veils at the butterflies, half-hoping that one would someday give her some sort of reassurance, that everything would eventually be alright, but the only thing she got from them was judgemental glares and mistrusting whispers. Who was this little moth to enter their lair? In the middle of a war against her, no less? She felt their eyes boring into the back of her head as she sulked through the corridors. She scowled at them from her corner of shadows. It was one of their own who brought her here, so why couldn’t they blame her instead? She felt a spark of spite flickering in her chest. It wasn’t fair. None of it was.

Somewhere, a spark was struck.

Then, it was a flicker.

The candle slammed open the doors of the princess’s lair. She glared out at the princess from her scraggly veil of hair, her face twisted into a vicious scowl,

“Why did you bring me here? Don’t you know how the others treat me? Won’t you do anything?”

The interruption caused the princess to snap the nail she was busy pruning. She scowled towards the intruder, before realising who she was.

How curious.

It was the ember she had rescued a couple weeks ago. She somehow looked even worse for wear, with her clothes that were barely more than stray rags sewn together, and eye bags so dark she looked half-dead. But her spirit was completely unscathed, apparently. The princess felt a smile tug at her lips. Who did this candle think she was, harassing the very person who spared her? Who could take it away in an instant? It was the most absurdly idiotic thing the candle could do. The princess decided that she liked her.

She smiled a sickly sweet grin, her eyes boring into the candle.. “So you want to fit in?” she trilled to the candle. “You want to be loved?

The candle scowled again, but she could not hide the longing gaze in her eyes.

“I guess.”

“Well,” warbled the princess, her grin widening, “There is no easy way for it. But, a way some outsiders in the past have found that their place in this sad world is theatre. People will not care about who you are if you are too busy pretending to be someone else.”

The candle did not bother hiding her longing any more. “How do I do it? How do I make that my place?

The princess’s grin was now so wide she looked more monster than human. “For that, my dear,” she said, as her eyes shined, “You need to learn how to dance.”

And so, the candle did.

Then, it was a flare.

With the princess as her mentor, the candle slowly learned the art of theatre. She did not understand why the princess was helping her, but she was grateful, because though she picked up the techniques easily, she would not have been able to do so without help. She danced through the days, some she was a princess in glittering golden robes, some she was a villainess, clad in deep violet, slung elegantly across her throne. She found her new stunt was to light a ruby red torch and fling it hand to hand as while elegantly gliding across the stage as her audience screamed. She loved her new life more than a flame loved the fuel, but it was not enough. While the butterflies may have loved to see her on stage, they still were mistrusting. She would never be one of them; to them, she was still the sad little moth who the princess had rescued to keep up appearances. She’d never really be accepted. Whether the princess had lied or she just hadn’t known, the candle couldn’t be certain. She was right, in a way; they accepted her when she was pretending to be someone else, as momentary entertainment, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

And, despite her own warnings, the spark slowly grew to a flicker.

Then, it was a blaze.

The candle continued to dance in the glory of the stage, but she could no longer find any small solace from it. She watched the butterflies’ eyes follow her, dead, unfeeling. They didn’t care if she lived or died. They only cared about the characters she played. Without them, she was nothing to them. The flame of hatred grew.

There was a recital that night. The candle refused to come. She crouched sleeplessly in her room, staring out at the barren landscape, dead-eyed.

She watched the dark turn to bright emotionlessly. She was still waiting. Only when the sun was so high that it was obscured from view, did she hear the knock at her door.

“Where were you?”

It was the princess. Her chartreuse eyes glared into the candle. “We were all waiting for you.”

The candle stared at her. “You lied.”

The princess stumbled back. “What are you talking about?

“You said that they’d accept me if I did what you said. They don’t. They only see me as momentary entertainment. When I’m away from the stage, I am once again an outsider.”

The princess hissed, like a flame being put out. “How was I supposed to know that? For all I could see, that was the truth. Stop being so ungrateful.”

The candle whipped away from her and glared out the window at the blackened landscape. So, the princess was just like them after all. She made up her mind.

“Leave.” She commanded, without turning around. “I never want to see your face again.”

Then, it was an inferno.

That night, the candle returned to her dreaded stage, for the last time.

She glared out at their cheering faces, disgusted. These were the same people who shunned her in the hallways. She was nothing to them. Even her one and only ally turned out to be no different. She was going down, and they were all coming with her.

It was time to pull her favourite stunt.

She lit a bright ruby torch as the crowd cheered. She swirled around and around with it, cradling it in her arms, only this time, she didn’t stop. The crowd screamed in terror as the candle hurled the torch into the crowd and it lit up in flames, roaring and tumbling onwards. The doors were sealed; there was no escape. The candle gazed blankly as her tormentors perished.

Because of them, she had become the very thing they feared she was.

She held onto this thought as her world crumbled around her, beautiful and terrible. She felt it all at once, and crumpled to the floor in unbearable anguish. But it didn’t matter. None of it did. Soon, she would turn to ash, just like her first and last allies on that fateful day, and none of it would matter. She would finally be free.

What a pity, that candle.

[chaoticabstractism]

Reading ✨The cage i call home✨ by @minjoon-love and dropping live comments here :

I’m already through first chep and they both seem in love lol but I’m guessing the angst is coming.

The smut was fabulous. Jiminie’s description is so pretty.

Lol taehyung is sucha tattle mouth.

So he has a limp, sour cunt, drunk brain and great friends! Life is good

They were FwBs before but they act like exes! People who know each others body in great detail and since they don’t talk much really all they’ve got is body language. But they care and long about each other too.

Mimi is sucha goner for yoongi! Sigh. I’m only little worried for him.

Yoongi knows taekook???????? So they’re in this secret business too????? Shit Jiminie shit

Oh okay they don’t. Then is Yoongi cooking something????

His entire body misses Yoongi :’)

The whole selling his soul to devil to monster - part 💀💀💀

Jimins headspace with praise kink and desire to be used and feeling guilty when he thinks he hasn’t deserved it, is really worrying. But really fascinating to read.

Kissing an asshole, literally and metaphorically.

The whole sequence of tracing the scar on Yoongi and silently asking for a scar back like a mating mark or something or something of yoongi to have with him when he isn’t close to the man!!!FUCK

JIMINNNNN oh god you traumatised baby

The choking scene was FUCK I MAY NEVER RECOVER especially with the undertones of their headspace shit

Alright chep 3 :

Oh would you look at that? It’s none other than Jiminie’s suga daddy !!!

Jimin is very good at making him feel needed. Well that’s kinda true for both of them. Sigh

What is yoongi Tryna do here really? See how much Jimin can take ? Break him? Push him so much that he’ll finally bite him back! ?

Hey hey hey hey hey what is happening in that bathroom I’m scared

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK WHY IS THAT SO HOT! stuffing his three holes FUCK FUCK FUCK oh god I’m ruined

Kimchi is their safe word!!! How romantic

For a couple who’s so messy in their sex life with derogatory tones and problematic kinks, they’re to domestic and lovey dovey other than sex.

And we are done with this chep too.

Let’s go chep 4 :

Taehyung fumbling and rambling describing Mimi’s hair and makeup style!!! I GET IT MAN I GET IT! I would too, he is just beautiful ✨

As soon as you admit the existence of happiness you’ve to face the reality that you could lose it - damn ! That hit way too close to the home.

OH GOD THREESOME! Get yourself a man like min yoongi who gets you another man to fill all your holes at once! Amen

Shit I can feel the humiliation seeping into my skin shit ! And I’m so turned on it’s embarrassing!! Fuxk you godddddddddd

Fuck yoongi fuck!!! THIS IS SO PERFECT feel bad for Seokjin tho! Yoongi used him as a literal boy toy to add pleasure into their dynamic.

“He tilts his head, opens his mouth and swirls the cum inside showing him” HE DID WHAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT

Not Seokjin validated him like a baby showing his new cum-gurgling trick! HELPPPPP WHAT 😭😭😭😭

No disgust and no romantic feelings = best outcome in casual sex!!! Couldn’t agree anymore

The bathroom scene ???????? They’re so disgustingly in love and domestic and wild! And i love them so much

Oh my god the threesome was your block??!!!! I’m sorry I wasn’t there before or else I would have drowned you in praises because holy fuck!! That was so! I’ve thought a lot about such scene before but it’s just random dialogues and images and I’ve never been able to put it into words or paper but THIS WAS MINDFUCKING I love you for writing this

Okay chep 5 now whoooosh :

Theyre so cute in bed 😭😭😭😭

🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲whatever happened

“Hurt me” 😩😩😩

I kind of knew yoongi would be the one using safe word the way Jimins masochistic tendencies keep flowing up at the surface but it still didn’t lessen the hurt that that it left :’)

He really left huh :’) I wished he would have stayed and talked and gathered some courage , can’t he see yoongi’s all ready to give him more than he could anyway!

I haven’t read anything else by you so idk if you’re into open endings or just endings where they aren’t together like a fairy tale, or not. Which is okay by me, I just , it’s nice to have had known but there’s no turning back now shit, im so nervous

Plus he’s coming to terms with the depth of his feeling, on top of it he already sorta felt that Jimin had it too. And he was trying to heal from it , in ways he knew. But now he’s ran away again and that would be so confusing. Was it just him? Was it the yesterday nights event ? Does it still feel suffocated ? Poor baby

Oh fuck he came back OH FUCK OH FUCK shit! Okay wow this is anticlimactic because I was ready to bawl my eyes out phewwww (sorry my damaged brain thinks it deserves pain even in stories and it’s too dreamy to hope for happy endings everywhere) shit but he really came back oh my god! Thank god one of them is better at this! Very Ross and Rachel like huh tho

Bye I need to cry

Okay I’m back , they’re at the sauna and having fun waaaaa it soothes my heart, this is nice

are you really yoongi’s partner if you don’t enjoy making him a blushing mess !!!!!

Kinda want Jimin to pull the yoongi marry me act and watch him be a puddle

Okay I’m done ,i thank you so much for leaving me a crying babbling utter mess 😔😔😔 no but really, it’s been a while since I’ve read an intense story like this and I guess slice of life even with mafia tones is something I really like, even more when there’s delicious angst! But I don’t read angst without smut and oh boy oh did you deliver!!! THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS! I love it! The flow, the pain, the sex, the writing everything about it!

I’ll read more of your stuff now @minjoon-love 🫂

[fallingsunflower]

Hello love I’m so sorry this has happened to you. 

I never had a problem when commuting into the city. I did the commute for seven years between college and working from LI to NYC. But when I took Amtrak out of state was when I had a problem. There was this young guy who sat a row across from me and I could tell he was eyeing me up and I was traveling alone. I was giving signals and vibes like don’t bother me. 

But in the dining car the conductor was like oh why don’t you sit with her and I hear him whisper get her number to the creepy guy. (That conductor did not get a tip and I wanted to kill him) and the guy was trying to play footsie‘s with me and I really wished I told him to F off. Then late at night he did brother me but another conductor was walking by and I made a big scene and everyone jumped up to help and conductor removed him. And I always wished I said more and told him straight up, like leave me alone or otherwise I’ll put you through the wall. And I felt guilty and powerless, but it did teach me lesson to stand up for myself in the future. And I wasn’t going to let this random loser ruin my trip.

But for you don’t let someone take your joy and sense of safety away and never feel bad about causing noise. Like us New Yorker might not come off as nice but we’re very kind. And if I was on that train and saw that you best believe he would have been tasting my pepper spray and feel the ⚡️⚡️⚡️ to his privates from my teaser. I don’t like seeing anyone get abused. Like let’s see if any weapon they may of had, could stand a chance against my Kate Spade bag loaded with my 10 lb thinkpad computer from work. I dropped that thing on my foot one time and thought it was broken, imagine it flying at someone’s head. 💀

I know it’s not the worst thing to have happened but it was still very alarming.

Also this try and remove this thought and/or reframe it, because yes others could have had it worse but what happened to you is unacceptable and it hurt you and it means something to you.

It’s not your fault, you can’t control others actions and you did the best you could do in the situation. Like I don’t know if you went through a situation like this before, but be proud of yourself. 

Like in the heat of the moment it’s hard to think especially if you don’t have a point of reference, but you got yourself to safety. I’m very proud of you for removing yourself and finding safety. 

But for sure grab a conductor, they may have not noticed, because they’re running maybe to flip the switches and check the tickets etc. 

But please have a beautiful day, and I hope you feel better soon. Also if you have a friend or relative or someone to talk to make sure to reach out and get a hug too. And treat yourself to something nice, I purchased myself some ice cream after that werido bothered me. 

(∩｀-´)⊃━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟI’m sending you hugs and love through the internet. And good vibes and healing energy.

👛

Thank you love ❤️ easier said than done to reframe thoughts but I'll try. It was my first time going through something like that. I've had issues in the past before but not to that extent with a stranger.

I'm sorry you went through that. The first conductor shouldn't have even done that hello?? Annoying and I'm glad you got out of there safely.

Also I have a lot of LI followers lol I feel seen.

Next time I'll definitely try to do more, if there's a next time (I hope there isn't). I was just so shaken up and couldn't think properly.

And yes I bought myself a sweatshirt lol I went to the Yankees game. Today I'm taking it easy, mainly because I'm sick though.

♡

(also I think this is your signature but correct me if I'm wrong lol)

[eviltiddyproductions]

Vincenzo episode 3

Not the goon having the Itaewon class chestnut 🌰 haircut

Vince is finally back to his roots drinking wine 🍷 (I am actually obsessed with emojis)

One way to win a rattle a suit man on tv is to know his tailoring or know when to attack his tailoring ( Schmidt from New Girl losing to make a speech because Cece spoke about his cuff links, rent free in my head. Or Barney’s 80000 suits during his wedding)

Relax 😂

he’s trying to rattle you sister 🤨

girl the man has already talked to your father 😭

me trying my level best not to ruffle through taecyeon’s hair through the screen

lmao he’s got the Italian hands and positive reinforcement 🤌 (taecyeon) but I fear she’s about to lose that money…

apparently opening the collar button of your shirt is my thing because why does he look that good

someone must have a gif of this

Dating people you work with always ends in a disaster. Amen 🙏

my poor chef is in a toxic workplace relationship with Vince 😭

noooo it’s just cheese and sauce how could it be bad

lmao is he going to make the young boy study. honestly why not ?! cigarette smoking is injurious to health

my man deadass walked in with a line like ‘your mother wouldn’t like this’ 👎 except he looks cooler than me saying it

lmao don’t threaten random adults in fact if they talk to you just run 😭 even if they mean well like wdym you’ll give them cash

they’re getting whacked this is so funny and embarrassing (for them) 😭

funnily enough remove the suspicion and everything the cop says about him sounds like someone trying to make up their mind if they like someone

damn junwoo’s sneakers are really white

remember a YouTuber talking about how it’s nice that a lot of kdrama villains are straight up evil, no redemption for you because WHY are you killing people for your trial here 😭

oh no is he taking him to his mom without knowing

the scene change from hospital to just shots and shots lmaooo

Chayoung noooo 💀

That blazer is very cool actually but the lawyer lady is going to kill you 😭

lmao my man’s keep your promises and do good era. told his cheating man to stop cheating on his wife

lmaooo why are Chayoung and queenie beefing this much 💀

I feel like her dad need not be worried she’ll probably get fired soon. I just hope she doesn’t end up as a fall guy 😭

I cannot believe my man got beaten to a pulp by his boss and is still working like stop 😭

LMAOOOO lawyer dad gagged me and Vincenzo. He knew !!!

so he did see him

this dad has a good head on his shoulders

oh lord who are they trying to kill now

the witness, nooo RUNNNN

‘Do you wanna die’ ahhh she’s so cute

no why would she say that during a fight 😭 I mean point maybe but still ouch

also not Vincenzo hitting every possible piece of furniture be serious

lawyer dad stay alive I’m so serious

the get them both by lawyer lady, chayoung having that fight and them drinking alone is so ominous

everyone’s about to die 😭😭😭

RUN BESTIE RUN

I cannot watch her father die NOOOO

the whistleblower is dead after trying hard, lawyer dad is practically giving out his death wish and describing what Vincenzo is probably about to do. Vincenzo practically hangs out with this man as if he’s his dad MAKE IT STOP stay alive uncle

the devil is sitting in front of you

are they going to get shot before he can answer

SHE COULDN’T SAY GOODBYE AND KNOW HER DAD WASN’T REALLY ANGRY. HE DOESN’T GET TO SEE HER

I saw this coming and I’m still so mad NOOOO

I AM GOING TO DECIMATE BABEL AND THAT LAWYER LADY, WATCH ME