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novarosewood · 1 year ago
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at times I hate little me for not brushing my braces properly, cause now I habe little rings around the tops of my teeth
at times I hate little me for not wearing my retainer , cause now my teeth are crooked again
at times I hate little me, but then I remember
She was depressed too
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the-ghost-in-your-walls · 2 months ago
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my The Deep headcanons(the Nektons)
(a few are longer situations but i'm including them anyways)
1. when the Nektons play monopoly it ends with Ant and Kaiko getting crazy competitive(sometimes Fontaine joins in) and Will watching in mild horror(after a specific incident monopoly is banned from the Aronnax. no exceptions.)
2. Fontaine and Ant went to land school after canon to get a break(Fontaine's biology teacher knew about the Nektons and talked about a discovery they made in class. Fontaine got mysteriosly sick that day)
3. Kaiko got into some shenanigans in college and owes several people several favours because of it
4. at some point, the Nektons find out that mermaids are real. Ant never lets them forget that they didn't believe him
5. Will: only drinks coffee Fontaine: only drinks tea Kaiko: drinks both Ant: hates both
6. Ant's an early bird and a night owl. he just doesn't sleep
7. none of the Nektons basically ever get sick, but when they do half the time it turns into a hospital trip
8. Kaiko has an insane spice tolerance
9. Ant drank an energy drink once. everyone else feared for their lives
10. none of the Nektons really have a great sleep schedule. between nightmares(because the entire family's traumatised atp), their work, and being called out for rescue missions and other issues at all hours of the day sometimes, it's a little hard
11. Fontaine is terrified of horses
12. after the episode with the mining machine, Ant said that he deserved a free pass to misbehave once, since Kaiko lectured him about almost getting himself killed by the machine and then proceeded to do the same thing herself. after a bit(a lot) of convincing Kaiko and Will agreed(they will regret this)
13. Kaiko says she can't sing. she can, but no one can convince her of that
14. english is neither Kaiko or Will's first language. it's one of the first languages Ant and Fontaine learned, but it's not their first either. all of the Nektons speak at least 4-5 languages
15. Kaiko and Will feel guilty about bringing their kids into the life they have. they all almost die way too often. Ant and Fontaine shouldn't have to go through that. but it's too late to back out now(besides, no one really wants to, even though it's dangerous)
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tesspool · 1 year ago
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insert really smart comment here that makes you go "wow that was really smart i like this guy"
his note i wrote under the cut
Dear Betty,
Firstly I want to thank you, for everything. All your sacrifices, your wishes, your love and care. I wont let them go unnoticed any longer. I was a fool, blinded by my own blissful ignorance. You were my princess but i failed as your hero. This experience has opened up my eyes, made me realize things I should have seen sooner. Its silly really, I cared so much for you that I ended up hurting you. I am forever sorry for the pain i’ve caused. I wont let you down again, I don’t think you’ll let me.
I will live every day to the fullest, for you but especially for myself. You’ve shown me I deserve to live, and I’m going to. I have daughters, both capable and intelligent. I have a family, I can no longer waste my life away, I am not alone. Thank you, for helping me realize that. Love, Simon
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ineff-ability · 6 months ago
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hide and seek.
Memories are funny, finicky things, aren’t they? Moving in and out of the mind’s focus, like a piece of driftwood floating over the sea. Like hide and seek. And once you think about them, you can’t make them go away.
Sometimes, I would wish that they’d disappear. That they would fade out, like the ending of an 1970s song, and the right shade of green wouldn’t bring a pair of eyes to mind and a wave of nausea. Perhaps it was idealistic.  But all I wanted was to be able to watch movies without a cavity forming in my chest when I didn’t hear the usual commentary following along.
“Alara!”
The call of my name snapped my attention back to reality. I lifted my eyes to meet with my friend’s sheepishly. Nevaeh raised her eyebrows and looked at me with a crooked grin.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” I waved a hand. My lips had become accustomed to those words. “What were you saying?”
Nevaeh shrugged, “I was just saying that my brother and I were going through my mother’s boxes earlier!”
“Oh!” I remembered faintly that Nevaeh’s late mother had a slight obsession with boxes – kept loads of them for no reason. “Anything interesting?”
“Some old photographs of hers,” Nevaeh stirred her coffee, “It was definitely rewarding though.”
“I can tell,” I observed, “You seem so much brighter today.”
Nevaeh laughed, “Really? Ezra was saying something similar.”
“Well, he’s right,” I said, taking the final sip of my coffee, “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
If only I had that kind of privilege.
My phone buzzed from my pocket, and I lifted it to read a notification from my lock screen as I listened to Nevaeh talking about how she had been thinking of visiting the church again. The name Wren shone from the screen, and I swiftly clicked on my roommate’s message.
i’m going out to meet with some friends. will be back late – left the keys under the plant pot. see you later!
Wren’s social life seemed to never stop. Sometimes, I would wonder how she found time for everyone. I couldn’t ever find time for many more than five people. It had been the same even before the accident.
“I think I’m gonna have to go,” I showed Nevaeh the message with a slightly amused smile.
Nevaeh snickered,  “Doesn’t Wren realise that the plant pot is the most common place to hide keys? Go home, before someone breaks in!”
“Say it louder, won’t you?” I rolled my eyes at her, before waving goodbye, promising to text and leaving.  
The weather had been chilly lately, with summer fading into autumn. The days were growing shorter and shorter, darkness falling earlier than usual, but I didn’t mind. Winter was my favourite season.
It used to be summer. That changed. July held too many memories. July, his birthday month. July, the month that he was driving to his surprise party and never turned up. July, the month I had a call telling me that it had been quick. The funeral had been in August.  
Soon enough, everyone else had moved on. People started watching me with anxiety-ridden eyes as they danced around conversation topics, as if I were a ticking time bomb. Eventually I had enough of it. And so, I buried it. I took down all the photos and shoved them into a box. I deleted all the pictures from my phone, deleted our playlists and got rid of anything that could remind me of my best friend. It was all hidden away.
But of course, the memories would return. The one thing I had no control over.
I reached my block of flats and walked in, making my way straight up to my flat. Making my way down the familiar hall, I stopped automatically outside my door. The regular array of plants grew outside our door, at Wren’s insistence. But something seemed amiss. Had something moved out of place? Perhaps Wren had shifted something whilst she hid the keys. That made sense. I reached under the biggest plant pot to find the keys and unlocked the door quickly, before stepping in and letting it swing shut behind me.
Home sweet home.
But something felt wrong. The door opened into a hall as usual, with five doors – two bedrooms, one kitchen, the living room and bathroom. The walls were the same shade of magnolia that had been there since we moved in. Wren’s trainer collection was scattered across the entrance, not to my surprise, along with my three pairs of shoes. The living room door, however, was shut. My frown deepened as I slowly stepped forward, careful not to make a sound. We never shut that door.
I could feel my heartrate skyrocketing as I tried not to panic. Nevaeh’s words of caution echoed in my head. She had been joking obviously  – who would even want to be in my house? But my uneasiness still grew.
I pushed the door open.
The room was perfectly tidy. The TV was on, playing a show that I hadn’t watched in a year. And on the sofa sat a boy. A boy with curly brown hair and a curious shade of green eyes and a smattering of freckles. A boy who lounged on the sofa like he’d known this place for years. A man, in fact now, whose funeral I swear I had attended a year ago.
The clocks seemed to stop. Time moved through a thick wad of honey as I stared, open mouthed, at someone who was meant to be dead. The bitter taste of coffee stained my tongue. My heart stuttered and I sucked in a sharp gasp, causing him to spin around.
I found myself staring face to face with my best friend. My dead best friend. Connor. My lips formed words but no sound came out.
“Alara.” He spoke first, rising from the sofa and taking a step towards me. But I stumbled back instead, falling over my feet and gripping the door handle so tightly that my knuckles went white.
This couldn’t be real. I remembered that phone call like it was yesterday, and the wreck his car made on the road with the other van driver who had lived and I had wanted to strangle for. I remembered his coffin, his funeral, the dead silence that came afterwards. Oh, God, the silence. But here he was. Standing in front of me.
But how could he be? It was impossible. It must have been a hallucination. I reached to pinch myself, flinching at the sharp pain. Not a dream. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying that when I opened them, he would be gone. He was not.
Connor stood in front of me still, staring at me from across the room. The distance between us felt like oceans.
“I’m real,” he confirmed gently, as if reading my mind.
The first word that left my mouth was, “How?”
“You probably would want to sit down,” Connor gestured to the sofa. He moved closer to the window.
I approached the sofa, sinking into it. My emotions felt at war with each other, sending me through a stormy sea, the waves battering against the hull and pulling and pushing me from one way to another. My words were trapped, drowning under the weight of it all.
“You- you died,” I choked out, but Connor shook his head.
“You need to listen Alara. I’m sorry-”
“Sorry?!” I found myself reaching for the nearest object to me – the TV remote, and chucked it right at him. It was a terrible throw and the remote fell to the floor, but Connor winced all the same. “Sorry? I thought you were dead! You were hiding!”
“There’s an explanation! I promise you!” Connor tried to plead, but I had already had enough.
Rage festered in me, bubbling furiously. I needed to kick a wall or let out a scream – just something to release all my pent up frustration. If he was alive, why hadn’t he come back to me? I could have even found him if I knew! I reached for the next closest thing, which turned out to just be a pillow, and chucked it at him again. Connor ducked as it sailed over his head, and raised his hands in surrender. There was a look in his eyes that I couldn’t place. Was it regret? He wasn’t smiling. Good. I didn’t need his grin haunting me any longer.
“Alara, listen, please! I’ll explain everything soon, I came back to warn you, okay? You’re in danger.”
My breath stilled. He had to be joking. That was Connor in a nutshell. A jokester. But his face had grown serious, and something told me that he wasn’t lying. I opened my mouth to answer, but before I could, I was interrupted.
Out of nowhere, three loud consecutive knocks echoed through the flat from the door.
Connor and I swore at the same time.
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sleppy-duck · 1 year ago
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Alright, so Season 2 of Sweet Tooth completly destroid me emotionally, so i made a small poem wich im going to draw to later, it's not the best but i tried
Tails and paws,
Ears and feathers,
Were are in this,
All togheter,
We will run
And dance
And jump,
And laugh
And play
No more worries,
Chains and jails
We will all be children, like we should'v been
Proud to be
Young and free
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dinogoofymutated · 5 months ago
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Please, when u have the time, more Pietro stuff 😭😭😭 ur writing for him is excellent and I need more!! Headcanons, stories, idc I just need more Quicksilver written by u.
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Enemies to lovers!Quicksilver/GN!reader - pt 2
Here's part 1
It's finally here!! I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes. Also, I think the ending is probably the most dialogue heavy scene I've done so far, and I'm not entirely happy with it, but i wanted to post this so bad!! I might go back and edit later though. Hope you all enjoy!! TWS: Fighting, passive aggression, full on aression kinda, logan is a worried asshole big brother, Professor X watching his tragedy not quite repeat. Pietro is kinda an ass but he's a broken ass so its okay.
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You and Pietro had a weird relationship. And it seemed to just spiral into even weirder territories and murkier waters. Each and every interaction tiptoed into something a little more than just enemies, and one night you think the two of you fully crossed the line. You were sure of it, and it was just the start.
    You’re finally starting to fall asleep when there’s a sudden whoosh of air and grunt of pain. It startles you, and you sit straight up in bed, leaning over to flicker on the light. When your eyes finally adjust, you see Pietro standing by the window, hunched over in clear distress.
    “Pietro? What are you doing here?” You ask, But he doesn’t respond. His suit is ripped and bloody, and various deep cuts litter his skin. You swear he’s about to pass out as he stands in front of you, swaying just a little like he did on that day at the beach. Whatever fight he had just been through, it had taken a little more out of him than that fast metabolism could heal so quickly. 
    “Are you okay?” You ask, wide-eyed at him. Pietro grimaces in a way that looks more angry than it does pained, and yet he still says nothing. Unable to deal with the idea of admitting he needs help, you assume.
    He’s sitting on your bed now, naked from the waist up as you stitch his wounds. He’s been silent the whole time, only offering a wince or grunt every now and then with particularly tender wounds. Right now you’re on your knees as you stitch up a rather deep cut on his upper side, his arms keeping his balance as he leans back on your bed.
    “Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask eventually. Pietro’s chest pulls on the stitches just a little as he huffs in annoyance, regretting the action a moment too late.
    “If I did, I would be.” He snaps. You raise an eyebrow at him as you begin a new stitch, piercing the skin perhaps a tad less cautious than you had been before.
    “Take it easy, speedster. ‘Last time I checked I was the one with the needles in my hand.” You snark. Pietro has nothing more to say to that, instead turning his head away so that he doesn’t have to look at you. It doesn’t take a genius to know he’s a bit embarrassed at this whole situation, and you feel a bit bad for him. Out of all the places he could have gone to, there had to be a reason he chose to come here. You just couldn’t tell what that reason was. 
    You’re gentle while you finish wrapping him in bandages, and he can’t seem to look you in the eyes even for a second. When you reach out to brush some dirt off of his face, he finally meets your eyes. He’s a little less guarded than he was before, but the wall between the two of you still remains. There's a quick gust of wind as he moves towards the open window, stopping just before he leaves.
    “...Thank you.” He says after a moment, looking at you from the corner of his eye. You smile at him, a warm feeling in your chest. The difference in his attitude was noticeable, and the fact that he was acting even a little less cold with you was reassuring.
    “You’re welcome.” You reply, and then he’s gone again, having closed the window behind him this time.
The difference between the two sides of Pietro you saw was so jarring. You were so used to the cocky asshole that spent all his effort in terrorizing you, not the quiet, almost angry, and guarded man that stood before you that night- and the many nights afterward.
The second time he showed up, this time woundless and simply laid on your bed to rant, you were surprised but didn’t mind it. Then it happened again, and again, and then came the board games, the nights of talking endlessly, and the midnight snacking. 
And eventually, Pietro started to climb into your bed. He never spoke a word when he did, simply pulling back the covers and pulling you close, pressing his face into the back of your neck. Nights like this were vulnerable, and tender. Quiet. He came to you in need of comfort often, and you were willing to be his safe space for as long as he wanted.
The more he came to you, hurt or angry or sad, the more concerned you became. And you were upfront about it, much to his dismay.
     “You know, I get that we’re on two different sides of things- but you know that the school’s doors are always open to those who need it, right?” You ask, late one night after he had crawled into bed by your side. You were facing him, hand curling on the pillow an inch away from his face, fighting the urge to brush his bangs away from his forehead. Immediately, he has a negative reaction to it. He scowls, recoiling away from you as he glares. You know it should hurt worse than it does, but all you can see is the hurt he's feeling right now.
    “The last thing I need is for another person to tell me what to do.” He snaps, turning his head away from you as he sits up and runs his hand through his hair, aggravated. You sit up on the bed a little further, almost wanting to reach for him, but you don’t.
    “Pietro, You know that’s not what I meant-” You say, softy.
    “Does it matter what you meant?” Pietro practically cuts you off. His tone is sharp, and it hurts you for a second. You frown at him- not that he could see it anyway, and the hurt quickly turns to aggravation on your end.
    "Yes, it does. I'm not bossing you around, I'm just telling you that the X-men- myself included- are here if you need any help." You huff, watching as he practically rolls his eyes at you and stands, looming over the bed as he turns to look at you.
    "The telling part is the problem. Everyone tells me that I could do something, but what they mean is that I should do it." He snaps. You move over to his side of the bed before standing, almost in a challenge. The two of you are now almost uncomfortably close, to the point where you’re sure if you moved an inch your noses would be touching.
    "Well, What if that's not what I’m doing but you're just reading it that way?" You say, meeting his gaze. Pietro was never one to back down from a confrontation, especially not one with you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him quite this angry at you before, rocky past be damned.
    "So you’re saying I'm overanalyzing?" He says, and you groan at the fact that nothing you said was getting through to him, pushing the palms of your hands into the outer edge of your eye sockets. 
    "I'm saying that I'm not your dad-" 
    "And what would you know about my family?!" Pietro yells, and you’re quick to look back up at him, scowling. 
    "Don't raise your voice at me!” You snap, pushing a finger into his chest. “I know enough to know that your dad controls every aspect of what you do, and that's not fair to you." You tell him.
    "Don't pretend that you understand or care about any of that" Pietro says, grabbing ahold of your hand rather tightly. God! You did not understand why he couldn’t get it through his thick fucking skull!
    "I do care, Pietro!" The words burst out of you, almost uncontrollably. You slam your other fist into his chest, tears of frustration welling in your eyes as you look at him. His eyes are wide, looking shocked and confused. You’re beginning to lose your fight, leaning against his chest, still somewhat caught in his grip despite the fact that his hold on your hand had become light, and still, it felt confining. 
    "I may not understand why you do what you do, but I do care about you." Your words come out quieter this time, blinking away those stupid tears that had started to well. Pietro’s eyebrows are furrowed, eyes searching your own, but you don't know what for. The two of you stand there for what feels like forever for both of you speedsters, but was surely more like a split second. You’re still pressed up against his chest, faces so close they could touch.
    And then they did.
    Pietro is the first to kiss you, leaning in and quickly cupping the back of your neck with his free hand, almost in a possessive manner. Once his thoughts have finally caught up with his actions, he pulls back. He looks at you, wide-eyed at his own actions before you gently pull him back in for another kiss. It only takes a moment to click before he sighs into you, melting into the kiss. His kisses are tender, sweet presses of his lips against your own. After a few long moments, you slowly pull away from him. He rests his forehead against your own, a fond look in his eyes that you were sure you mirrored. 
From that night on, his nightly visits to you meant something more than they had in the past.
That didn’t mean that they went unnoticed by others, however, and one day you found yourself being called into the professor's study. Of course you were a little worried, but you were so sure that there was no way anyone could have noticed, right?
    Logan is standing next to the professor's desk when you enter the room, frowning with his arms crossed. Professor Xavier on the other hand sits rather calmly, inviting you to sit down. You choose to stand instead, cocking your head at them.
    “Wow. What is this, an intervention?” You joke, trying to laugh off the oddness of the situation.
    “Yup.” Logan snorts. You shoot him a confused and slightly panicked look that the professor picks up on immediately.
    “There’s no need to worry, my dear.” The professor says calmly. “We just had a few concerns about-” 
    “We know that Magneto’s brat has been sneaking into your room.” You almost flinch at Logan's accusatory tone, bristling with a sudden flash of embarrassment and then anger at him for what he calls Pietro. “I’ve been smelling his scent on you for weeks.” Logan finishes, and you’re so taken aback you don’t know what to say at first, mouth hanging open in shock.
    “Easy, Logan.” The professor says, raising an eyebrow at the furry man, but Logan isn’t listening, approaching you with a scowl on his face.
    “Have you ever heard the phrase, no fraternizing with the enemy, kid?” He continues, and the close contact has you bristling again, unwilling to back down.
    “Logan.” The professor tries again, unsuccessfully.
    “Look, the first time he came to me he was injured. I wasn’t going to turn him away.” You finally say, fists clenching as you ignore Logan before looking back at the professor instead.
    “I understand that. In fact, I’m thankful that you could be so forgiving towards Pietro, despite the past the two of you share.” The professor states, but his words hardly relieve you.
    “Then what is the problem?” You ask, exacerbated by this whole interaction already. Logan seems to be angry that you’re ignoring him but snorts at your question.
    “-The problem is that you shouldn’t be letting him in your knickers.” You gasp at Logan's accusation, and the professor looks appalled. 
    “Logan!” Professor X scolds as you struggle and scrabble for words, now both embarrassed, mortified, and rather flush in the face.
    “-Excuse you! We weren’t- we’ve never!” It’s a struggle to finally find your words, and even more embarrassing to be so caught off guard. What kind of asshole accuses someone of that out in the freaking open?! In front of your mentor no less?!
    “Sure you haven’t. That’s why your bed doesn’t smell like him.” Logan rolls his eyes, and you refrain from punching him in the face right then and there.
    “Well if your stupid nose was as good as you say it is, you would know that we haven't done anything just by the smell!”
    “Just because it hasn’t happened now-” 
    ENOUGH! Both of you! The professor silenced the argument with a single thought. Both you and Logan feel scolded, and yet still bitter about the other. You cross your arms in a bit of a defensive manner ad the two of you turn back to face the professor.
    “This was never supposed to be an argument, simply a conversation.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. You scoff at that, sending a pointed look in Logan’s direction.
    “Well maybe, Logan should learn to stay out of my business!” You say, only for the professor to hold his hand up for you to stop, simply hoping both you and Logan would quit continuing to dig this hole deeper and deeper.
    “I’ve heard enough.” Professor X states. “We were simply concerned about the nature of the relationship between the two of you, seeing that you have been growing closer. I know your mind, and I trust you to stay by the X-men’s side.”
    “Then what is this?” You ask, the words coming out as more of a whisper. Logan sighs, looking regretful but ever the stubborn ass. He looks at you, moving to where he can lean against the professor’s desk again.
    “... Look, Kid. we just don’t want you to get hurt. Anything between you and Pietro isn’t going to end well.” Logan says. You feel a little more understanding of him now, but only a bit, with him back to acting like he normally did. He was always an older brother figure to you, but that did not give him the right to air out your business, even if the professor could find out everything that had been happening with the barest glimpse into your mind. Still, you scowl just slightly at Logan, looking away from him. He sighs again, and with a nod from the professor, leaves the room. The professor nods you over to his side, wheeling his way towards the bookshelf with one particular photo on it. One of him and Magento in their college days.
    “You are an adult. I cannot stop you from making your own decisions.” The professor starts. You find yourself tracing the features of the young Erik, finding the image of Pietro in every part of his father's face. The professor looks at you, and all he can see is a face so similar to his own. “I too, understand what it is like to hold affection for someone so distantly aligned from you. It’s due to that understanding that I worry for you. I…” The professor trails off and you turn to look at him with a frown. You knew. You know. The two of you are so different from each other, but surely that didn’t mean you would be enemies forever? He wouldn’t hurt you in the way that Magneto had hurt the professor so many times before… would he? Professor Xavier reaches out to take your hand in both of his own, squeezing it reassuringly.
    “Just be careful, my dear.” 
    “I understand, professor.” 
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kirai-xx · 12 days ago
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OG Trio Groupchat
(Baji, Mikey, Sanzu)
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[Mikey created a new group chat]
[Mikey added Haruchiyo Sanzu and Baji Keisuke]
Baji: Wahts tis?
Sanzu: pls learn to spell istg
Mikey: I made a gc for us cuz we barely have to do anything with each other since we made toman
Baji: smard, didnt thing yu would do smth like tis
Sanzu: That really was a good idea, Mikey
Sanzu: And you better do something about your spelling before I cut your throat, Baji
Mikey: yo chill, we can still understand him
Baji: ye, it isnt even tat bad
Baji: besid I cant now how to spel if no body tels me
Sanzu: what about this Chifuyu guy? wasn't he going to teach you?
Mikey: which Chifuyu guy?
Baji: HOW DO YU EVEN NOW ABOUT HIM
Sanzu: ... Let's forget that I mentioned him
Mikey: were you stalking Baji again, Sanzu?
Sanzu: definitely not, idk what you're talking about
Baji: Then how do yu now about Chifuyu?
[Sanzu went offline]
Baji: sus
Mikey: I'm gonna talk to him later
[a few days later]
Baji: MIKEY TEEL SANZU TO STOP STALKING ME
Mikey: Sanzu, what the fck are you doing?
Sanzu: I'm trying to figure out more about this Chifuyu guy so I can tell him to teach Baji to spell better and my first step was to follow Baji around
Sanzu: Also I was bored
Baji: NO REASON TO FOLOW ME AROUND
Baji: ALSO I CAN SE YOU BEHIND THAT KORNER
Sanzu: shit
[Sanzu went offline]
Mikey: I bet he ran away?
Baji: yea I cant se him any more
Mikey: Haruuuuu, come back online and explain yourselfff
Baji: yeeee listen to himmm
Baji: ayoo I can se yu running Haruuu
Mikey: stop running and answer us!! Haru!!
Baji: now hes gone, I cant se him any more
Sanzu: Guys stop spamming me
Baji: only if yu neva stalk me again
Mikey: Isn't stalking me enough
Baji: yes stalk him instead of me!!
Sanzu: is that a message with no spelling mistakes I see there
Sanzu: omg it really happened
Sanzu: Baji can write
Mikey: Baji, we're proud of you
Sanzu: on second thought it probably wasn't even him who wrote that
Baji: WHY R YU SO MEAN TO ME
Sanzu: BECAUSE YOU ARE STUPID
Sanzu: the only thing about you I admire is your hair
Mikey: wait really? You like his hair?
Sanzu: yeah it's so long and beautiful and smooth
Baji: I neva though yu could say somethink nice about me
Sanzu: I didn't say anything nice about you, but your hair
Mikey: holy flip that was mean asf
Baji: imma cry
Sanzu: idc, as long you fcking learn to spell
Baji: at last I dont stallk people in my fretime you FREACK
Sanzu: before you try to insult me again, DO SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR SPELLING
Mikey: how are you two even friends??
Baji: no clue, this freack only insults me all the time!!
Sanzu: you don't deserve compliments
Mikey: I didn't even know you could be this mean
Mikey: you're always so nice to me
Baji: CUZ HE IS A FREACK
Sanzu: I am not a freack, you dumbass!!!
Mikey: btw it's spelled frek Baji
Sanzu: ...
Sanzu: I am disappointed
[Sanzu went offline]
Baji: huh??
Mikey: huh??
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iwantwhaticanthave · 3 months ago
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random things i wrote down that helped me & might help u
might add to it later :)
also if there are any spelling mistakes ignooreeee
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tips
- calorie tracker (make a notebook with calories before eating a meal)
- drinks with caffeine will help suppress hunger (e.g : black coffee,energy drinks,cola zero)
- after eating work out for at least 15 min
- after waking up eat after 3 hours then work out, then dont eat anything for 6 hours and then work out again (but dont forget water!!)
when u feel hungry
- all u need is water!
- go on tumbler/pinterest
- watch tv
- play games
- make a song playlist
- read a book
- walk
- color/draw
- look at your self in the mirror
- eat gum
- watch disgusting mukbangs
- clean ur room
- drink water
motivation!!!
- eating junk all day because u ate chocolate is like stomping on your phone because u dropped it
- every time u say fuck it idc theres 100% chance u will care later
- junk food u craved for an hour or a body u craved ur entire life?
- stop rewarding ur self with food ur not a dog
- u are not hungry u are bored
- eating is always a decision nobody forces your hand to pick up the food and eat it
- what u eat in private u wear in public
- you are what u eat
- dont undo the hard work all week on a weekend
- drinkwaterdrinkwaterdrinkwater
- fat lasts longer than flavor
- so u dont dread getting weighed at the doctors office
- if you eat the way you’ve always eaten, you’ll weigh what you’ve always weighed
-if you can pinch it you can lose it
-imagine the numbers on the scale going up after each bite
my fave youtubers that motivate/watch while eating
-supersize vs superskinny
-dance moms
-cindy diaries
-luneats
-whimsicalgirlyy
-peachyair
-amberlynnreid
find the right solution
sweet -> cucumbers, tomato, black coffee
savoury -> banana, water, watermelon
oily -> apple vinegar, green tea
thats it!!💝🐈‍⬛
don’t push yourself too hard there are some days where you feel like you’ve ruined it all but there’s always the next day!! ily 💋💋
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lit3rallyll0yd · 4 months ago
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R we all getting back into ninjago all of a sudden lolol ? I saw ur post asking for requests and was wondering if you could write something abt Cole (or any of the other ninjas idc!!) reacting to his gf baking him something ?? If u don’t like the idea then maybe something abt them baking together ! (ᵔᗜᵔ) 🍰
life is sweeter with you: cole x female!reader !!
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uhmuhmuhn i kinda messed this up because i made the reader and cole CONFESS their love for each other instead of already being in love...i hope that's okay!! : [
readers pronouns: she/her, but they are barely used.
relationship: crushing to dating
a/n: this is unnecessarily too long for no reason...also this isn't proof read, sorry for any spelling mistakes! ending was rushed
"what are you doing?"
you hummed at the question asked to you from the blue ninja, who was seated at the table in the kitchen. he watched as you carefully dumped a cup of flour into the mixer.
"baking a cake for co-me!!." you stated bluntly── thinking the question jay had asked you was stupid. "what does it look like im doing?"
jay poked the inside of his cheek with his tounge, his eyes squinting at you; "since did you bake?"
he, along with the rest of the ninja, have known you for a while, and a while since the tournament of elements. man, that was a time. they would have never met you, cole never would have met you if it wasn't for master chen's invitation.
you don't understand why your heart beats faster when you're around him. sure you've had crushes before, but they were old middle school crushes! you guess it's because you're growing up, you understand your feelings more? you weren't fully sure. what you did know for sure was you were head over heels for the master of earth!
you tried many ways to get cole to notice you. you tried harder in training exercises, you tried different styles; which only led to him complimenting you instead of getting closer than you want him to be.
until it hit you.
what's one thing cole loves? his friends?
.
okay what are two things cole loves?
of course! how can you be so dumb?? it's cake! his mother used to bake him cakes ever since he was little. he loves them! what's one way to get closer to him than through what he loves, baked goods!?
you turned on the mixer after mixing in the eggs and placed your hands on your hips, turning on your heel to face the lighting ninja.
"uh, since now?"
he scoffed at your response; "i've never seen you near an oven, y/n── do you even know the first step of baking?"
you gave the brown haired boy a confused look, "and you do? last time you were in the kitchen you set the stove on fire and burned our entire dinner! you can't be talking!"
jay mimicked you silently, crossing his arms thinking of another comeback.
he grinned suddenly; "i'm gonna tell cole you like him!"
you whip your head back at the boy as you turn off the mixture, ready to pour it into the cake pan until he says that. "walker, don't you dare! i've had this whole thing planned out!!"
the blue ninja slams his hand on the wooden table and laughs;
"AHA! so you do like him!"
oh. oh, you dug right into that one. curse jay and being a master at forcing the truth out of people unknowingly. you rolled your eyes, pouring the cake mix into the pan.
"so what if i do? it's not like he likes me back..." you went quiet for a brief moment before you smiled softly, opening the oven and gently putting the pan on the hot rack.
"but..but this is the last thing i can do..to get him to notice me, i mean? i know he likes cake, so this is the perfect idea!"
jay didn't hear what you hear at the end, and as you kept rambling he cocked an eyebrow up.
did cole lie to him just to get him to shut up?
──flashback a couple days ago── 🩷🍰
"cole..cole...cole.. boulder brain......cooollllleeee." jay whispered softly in coles ear, who was sitting peacefully on the couch playing prome empire but of course, jay out of all people just had to be bored out of his mind now and he was the only at the monestary.
why did everyone else had to be gone; like out of all days!
"JAY!" cole shouts, glaring daggers at the blue ninja who giggled at his reaction. "you didn't answer my question~" the ninja in blue sang, wiggling his eyebrows.
cole's eyes rolled back to the TV screen, a small blush formed on his cheeks but he hid it behind his tone of voice; "what are you even talking about?"
jay frowns, taking a seat beside his best friend and nudged his arm; "you know damn well, dude! do you have a crush on y/n or not?!"
cole fact did hear what jay asked him before, he just didn't have the guts to tell him how he truly felt about them.
he sighed, fingers tapping rapidly against the game controls.
"why do you care so much?"
"I'M YOUR BEST FRIEND! you have to tell me these things, man!" he shook his arm, causing his chapter to get shot and die. he grunts out of anger, and pushes jay away and pouts.
"ah, thanks jay! now i lost my streak!"
jay rolled his eyes, "you can easily get it back! now answer me, brookstone!"
cole groaned, already sick and tired of jay.
"yes, yes i like her! you know what, I LOVE HER, okay? now── im gonna take a nap..."
──
"are you even listening to me?" you stopped talking noticing jay had zoned out. "huh?" he shook his head out of his trance hearing your voice.
you pout, "nothing. it doesn't matter! the cake will be done in 30mins── call me when the stove beeps, kay?" you handed a towel as you walked past him slowly; making your way somewhere. jay assumes your bedroom.
he watches you leave the kitchen with a frown on his face. you liked cole back? of course, how can he be so blind? all you were ever doing was just trying to get cole to see you the way you see him!
HE KNEW IT!
he decided to sit on the table and glare at the cake through the oven window, watching it and the small timer tick down ever so slowly.
──30mins later──
"uhm. jay?" a certain black haired ninjas voice made jay jump and look to the entrance to see his friend, cole. "COLE!" he grinned; pushing his chair away from the stove he sat on the table and smiled at him.
"what── what were you doing?" cole asked until he thought about it, "you know what, i don't think it's my business. have you seen my game controller? kai borrowed while zane repairs his own, but he lost it..." cole silently curses kai as he regrets giving the controller to the red ninja who can't even find his clothes have the time in the morning.
jay pucks his lips as he shook his head. "nope! but i have an idea── i'll get kai and i to look for your controller.." he stood up quickly, suddenly spawning behind cole who jumped slightly.
jay started to push him toward the oven and sat him down on the chair he previously sat at. "can you take this cake out of the oven for? i was told it was for you anyways, so..."
as jay walked away, cole blinked a couple times in confusion.
"wait── who made me?-"
"love you bro, byyeeeee!!" and the blue ninja was gone. cole sat in front of the oven confused and squints through the mirror.
the cake seemed to have puffed and turn a bit black around the edges. it was burning. he panicked and grabbed the oven mit close to the oven and took the cake...placing the pan gently on the stove top.
turning off the oven, he was instantly for the scent of the cake. chocolate cake. his favorite!
he assumed at first zane made this cake, for tonight's dessert. until he remembered jay was here. no offense to jay, but Zane would never leave jay alone by a stove while it's on AND u supervised.
he didn't know anyone else who baked, as far as he knew of. maybe it you or nya....he blinked at the thought of the cake being made by you...but jay said it was for him.
could he have just been saying that?
as much as he wanted the answers, all this thinking was making his stomach rumble.
──
"damn you, jay!" you stomped along the halls of the monestary toward the kitchen, cursing jay for not getting you when you had asked him too.
he probably forgot and ended up playing video games or something. you swore, the next time you say him you were going to give him a piece of──
you stopped in your tracks to see none other than cole sitting at the kitchen table...munching on the cake you have told jay to keep an eye on for you.
you blinked a couple of times, not realizing cole had greeted you with a "hey, y/n!" and a heart-warming smile. he looked at you then back at the cake; "was-was this yours?"
"NO! i mean- yeah, but..it wasn't for me!"
cole pieces the two together, noticing you play with the hem of your ninja gi. you smilie softly, leaning back in his seat── "so you were the one who left jay alone by a oven that was on?"
you rolled your eyes, "well- i gave him one job and that was to let me know when the timer beeped! learned the lesson.."
there was a second of silence before cole offered you to sit with him.
slowly you made your way to him, sitting beside him as he handed you a fork. upon taking it, you blushed. he took another bite of the cake, "why didn't you tell me you knew'd how to bake?"
you took a second to respond, "i learned for you."
"for me?"
you nod, your cheeks flushed pink as you fiddled with the fork.
he took another bite of the cake, "you should try it. you did a great job. here."
you felt a tap on your shoulder and looking back you saw him hold his fork up to your mouth.
you shut your lips tight and looked at your own fork. he blushed before stuttering, "oh- right. sorry, here-" he took your fork and took a small bite of cake from the actual pan and held it back to your mouth as previous.
you slowly opened your mouth as he fed you the cake you made. you had to admit, it wasn't actually that bad for the first time. you can thank zane for the recipe book he gifted you.
your eyes lit up, "man, that..that's actually really good!"
he nods smiling, "you should bake more often!"
you shrugged a laugh, "i mean..if-if you want me to! i can try to bake cupcakes next time!"
he laughed and places the forks down on the napkin beside his hand; "sounds like a date!"
you blushed. "what?"
cole suddenly blushed, pulling his hand away from your hand that was slowly leaning close to your own.
"i-mean..sounds fun! if-if you want, can i join next time? you-can uh- teach me a couple of things or two?"
"uhm. yeah-yeah, of course!!"
.
you both were quiet for the next couple of moments before you opened your mouth to speak again, "cole..." he hummed in response, taking another bite of the cake.
"listen. i'm...not really sure what i'm saying, but i know how i feel."
cole pauses, listening to what you have say.
"── your a really nice guy! your funny, strong, open minded- and you care for people a lot! i can't help but feel more happy around you- does that make sense? i don't know how to put this without it sounding weird- but....i like you, cole! the only reason i baked this cake was because i was hoping you felt the same way! i wa t to be your girlfriend, cole, and-and i get it if you don't like me back and want to continue to be friends──"
"i like you too.."
"── i have problem being friends with you if it means we can still-"
you cut yourself off...hearing his words over your own suddenly.
you looked back at the ninja who locked eyes with you. you blushed, taking the fork off the table and took another large bite of the cake.
cole chuckled, seeing the crumbs fall from your mouth and to your lap.
your eyes go back from him and the table as you spoke with a mouth full of cake, "does this mean we-i mean do you want to- are we?"
cole takes the napkin and wipes the crumbs off your mouth as he smiled at you, "i would love to, y/n."
you felt your eyes sparkle and gleam, another soft smile formed on his face; "you still want to go on that cupcake date, sweetheart?"
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janitorboy-writing · 3 months ago
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Writing gn reader x sanji is sometimes difficult for me because gender is important to sanji. his character and behavior changes around either gender
Below is me rambling about it. Includes swearing and spelling mistakes
I imagine gn reader to be treated the same as sanji treats ace. Sanji would be kind and respectful but zero flirting (or maybe a little depends on if he caught feelings yet or not)
Nonbinary reader would most likely be treated the same way sanji treated ace, no matter how they dress, as long as they've made it clear that they're nonbinary
Now, reader with a nonconforming or even confusing gender expression (i.e. male reader who looks very feminine, fem reader who looks very masculine, or even nonbinary reader who dresses however the fuck they want and doesnt bother to tell anyone what their gender is) would be hilarious to explore. Imagine sanji flirts with male reader thinking he's a woman only to do a double take and be like oh shit sorry bro.
Or for female reader the two like bicker, fight, banter, the usual interactions he has with the male strawhats and then one day during a fight he accidentally touches her chest and he's like oh shit that's a whole ass woman I've been fighting (this probably wouldn't work for plus sized or bigger chested girls)
I think for plus size fem reader he'd realize that when he sees her go out to sleep and take baths with the girls
Bigger chested women would have a different story, mostly depending on their personality. Some could be too serious and intimidating that sanji tones down his flirting. Others could be nice, so nothing changes for Sanji's behavior. He might fantasize about her wearing dresses and looking more feminine.
Nonbinary reader who dresses however the fuck they want and refuses to elaborate on their gender (they have no clue or they simply arent bothered to label themself) would make sanji very confused. One day they'd be bickering and the next sanji would be too shy to do anything because damn they look like a lady right now. Nobody can figure out their gender except luffy, zoro, and Robin. Those three somehow have an understanding of their otherwise complex idea of their gender. Others don't question it and Sanji goes a little insane every day.
Sanji: "What's your gender?"
Reader: "Idk. Idc."
Sanji flips a table
There should be more trans readers out there and even genderfluid bigender and other identities. Sanji is such an interesting character to write when it comes to gender (and other things too, but this whole thing is about gender)
I think there's potential like a flustered and confused male reader, female reader who hates how sanji treats women, nonbinary reader that purposefully tries to mess with the poor cook, etc etc
Sorry I rambled oop. I hope I made sense. If you want to write any of these ideas go crazy I'm not stopping you. Maybe even tag me cause I wanna see it xD
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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months ago
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AITA for liking a person who previously was in a situationship with a girl who's not over them yet?
So in october last year i started to develop feeling for this one person, let's call them B. We both were in pretty shitty life situations so nothing came from it. In december they started to flirt with this one girl M. B was taking drugs like everyday, so was M. Now B is sober and they don't want to be in touch with M anymore 1 bck of her drug addiction 2 bck they lost feelings for her. Me and B are talking again this time more seriously and M friends fucking hate me bck they think that i'm a bad freind and feminist for ,,stealing her (gender neutral) men,,. To be clear i'm not friends with M and i never was, she's cool and we talk sometimes but that's it. I don't know what to think anymore tumblr users help me!!!!!!!(if i made any spelling mistakes idc suck my polish ass)
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onyxino · 10 months ago
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Break Me Down
Lieutenant!Muken!Aizen x Captain!Reader
WC: 3.8k
CW: Creampie, riding, soft sex, Oral (M&F receiving), Virginity loss (M). Slight Dom and Sub dynamic. Touched Starved Aizen. lil OOC/soft Aizen. If there is anything else lemme know <3
I'm always of two minds on Aizen's sexual experience, on one hand he gives off the aura of 'THIS GUY FUCKS' but on the other hand I really don't think he would have the time or desire due to being more concentrated on his plans. So today I decided to play with the idea of Aizen having little to no sexual experience. Hope you enjoy! Prolly grammar and spelling mistakes but idc I'm human and yall just read for the fucking so .
this is just a conjuring of my delulu mind
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You couldn’t believe it when they exonerated him.
You couldn’t believe it when Kisuke found a way to remove the Hougyoku from his chest without killing him.
You couldn’t believe it when they simply just placed him in your squad. With the head captain's only statement on the matter being “Captain (Name) can handle him if he gets out of control.”
Then you really really couldn’t believe it when you appointed him to be your lieutenant.
He had really proven himself to you, he seemed remorseful for his actions. He no longer wished for the fall of the soul society he wanted quite the opposite actually, he seemed to have been changing right before your very eyes.
At first even though you treated him with the same respect as you did your other subordinates but you limited your contact with him to just bare minimum, the stigma around him was just too strong.
Then one day you caught him sitting on his own underneath a shady tree and decided to join him, he looked so lonely and in a weird way you felt sadness for him.
The way his face twisted up in shock at your presence sealed in all of your assumptions. He wasn’t used to someone just willingly being in his company, he wasn’t used to human interaction at all.
As time passed you joined him under that tree any chance you could. You took your time and actually had meaningful conversations with him. You learned that you two enjoyed a lot of the same things. That’s when you decided that he would make a splendid lieutenant for you.
Aizen declined the offer at first stating that he hadn't had a real chance to earn your trust yet but you insisted and he relented.
That led you to now both of you sitting in your personal quarters on the floor looking and digging through old files looking for a specific report that would aid squad 12 in some research they were conducting.
You sighed and pinched your bridge. It was near midnight at this point and your eyes were starting to betray you, lids becoming heavier each time you blinked.
Aizen also felt the fatigue setting in, since returning to his shinigami state he realized how easily it was to become exhausted.
“Welp Lieutenant of mine, I really don't know if we have a shot at finding this report for them!” You said a yawn forming as you stretched your arms into the air.
“Agreed, my head is starting to hurt.” Aizen replied, running a hand over his partially covered face. It's true the headaches that have been coming and going since returning to his shinigami state had been killer. One of the many, many side effects his body had been enduring over the course of the last year or so.
“Oh damn, another headache again, Sosuke?” You ask worry etching its way to your face.
“Yes, unfortunately. Urahara said that they will lessen in time though.” You nod your head at his reply before slowly standing up.
“Would you like some tea then? I have chamomile, which works wonderfully for headaches.” You offer walking over to your kitchenette 
“Yes captain, please.” Sosuke had taken this moment to let his composure falter while your back was turned. Slouching forward he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
Having put the electric kettle on to heat making note that the timer would go off in 10 minutes and the kettle would shut off. Swearing to yourself that you wouldn’t forget about it this time you turn and you catch your eyepatched subordinate in this state. 
You felt your heart lurch a little for him “Do you want me to try something that my mom always did for me when I got bad headaches?” you asked, retaking your seat in front of him.
He opened his eye a little and nodded, “I’m willing to try just about anything at this point.” 
You nodded back at him and scooted a little bit closer just within arms length, you took note of how he flinched slightly at your movement “It involves me touching your head, if that's okay?”
All he did was a nod and you slowly reached your arms forward, slotting your digits into the brunette’s hair. He shuddered slightly at the contact, you massage his scalp digging your nails in ever so slightly.
Sosuke seemed to be enjoying it and it seemed to be alleviating some of the discomfort. You frowned slightly at the strap of the eyepatch getting in the way, your nimble fingers went for its buckle at the back of his head.
“Wait!” Sosuke almost yelped as his hands wrapped around your wrists stopping you in your tracks.
Your eyes widened at the sudden action, “I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” panic ran through you. You have never been able to get this close to him, the thought of crossing a boundary and having him regress on you made you feel ill.
“N-No, it’s just some parts of me are still- My eye it’s still discolored.” He explained quietly, still having your wrists in his hold.
“Sosuke.” The way his name slipped off your tongue in such a sweet fashion had him slightly shivering “It’s okay, I just wanna be able to message your head better, can I please take it off? I won’t judge you, I’m your captain, this is a safe space.”
He exhaled a breath he didn't realize he had been holding “Very well.”
You smiled at him and he swore the heart he insisted he never had stopped.
You slowly remove the eyepatch from his head and let it fall to the ground, you then return to lightly massaging his scalp.
You were right, he thought, this does feel a whole lot better.
Keeping his eyes closed he leaned into your touch more and let himself get lost in the feeling of your hands combing through his hair.
Then he whimpered,
You paused and his eyes shot open in disbelief. 
It was a small one but it was unmistakable, Sosuke Aizen just whimpered and you were the one who pulled it from him.
“I-”
“Wow, you really are touch starved aren’t you?” You ask a sympathetic look gracing your features, you dug your nails in just slightly harder. Testing the waters.
This had him inhaling a sharp breath “N-Never been touched like this.”
“I can tell, do you want me to keep going?” You ask cocking your head to the side.
“Yes, keep going but I need you closer.” Before even registering what he had said you felt a soft but strong grip on your hips pulling you into his lap. He lifted you like you were made of nothing.
You found yourself straddling his lap, chests smooshed together and faces dangerously close, It was your turn to take in a sharp breath. A hot feeling coursing its way throughout your body.
You can’t remember who did it first but in a fraction of a second your lips were connected, Aizen’s hands running up and down your sides. He was already a whimpering whiny mess in your arms, just from kissing you. He felt like he was going to explode when you took the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth.
It was sloppy, but it was passionate. He craved more, he never experienced wanting like this. Wanting another person. His hands further their exploration sliding their way up to your chest squeezing breasts roughly, you moaned into his mouth and it only fueled the fire, sending blood straight to his hardening cock.
You both parted from the intense makeout session with a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Heavy breathing just staring into each others eyes, taking this time to admire his slightly fucked out features.
Man, if this has him fucked out just imagine what sex would do to him you thought. 
Thinking of having him in such a state had heat pooling in your core, without thinking you slowly grind your hips into his. 
He yelped at the friction “(name)” he pleaded, and you did it again.
“D-do you wanna keep going?” You sheepishly ask burying your face into his neck placing soft kisses along the sensitive flesh leading up to his jaw line.
“I’ve never-”
He didn’t even have to finish his sentence, you understood completely. You pulled away from his neck and gave him a soft smile. “I can lead. I want you, Sosuke.” your hands rubbed up and down his shoulders in a comforting motion.
He sucked in a jagged breath “Please.”
“Please what, Sosuke? Use your words.” 
“Please, fuck me.” He panted, gripping your hips and pulling your clothed cores closer to each other in a desperate attempt to gain friction.
You placed a soft kiss to his lips before standing from him, he looked confused and almost sad at the loss of contact you couldn’t help but giggle at him. Sticking your hand out, he grabbed it and you led him over to the futon before gently pushing him down on it.
His breathing picked up once again as you kneeled over him. “Relax, at any time you wanna stop, just tell me and we will.”
He nodded in understanding at this and licked his lips as he watched you go for the knot tied in front of your shinigami uniform. Suddenly a surge of urgency ran through his body as he shot up and stopped your hands from continuing their action.
Your eyes shot up to him, worry spread throughout your body, had he changed his mind all of a sudden? Was something wrong?
“I want to undress you.” This statement sent a rush of liquid into your already damp panties.
You pulled your hands away from the semi untied knot of your uniform and allowed his hands to take their place. He was slow and gentle with it as you pulled the knot loose and went to work on your top. The way his face gained a new shade of red as he exposed your bare chest to himself had you breathing heavily.
He wasted no time exploring the new territory, the way your breasts fit perfectly into his hands had him in awe. He was a fast learner too, as to be expected he picked up quickly on what made those little noises he’d come to like so much fall from your mouth.
He noticed how sensitive your nipples were and little flicks and taps turned into rough pinches and pulls. “F-fuck, Sosuke. That’s so good.” You mewled as his lips attached to your right nipple and his hand continued to assault the left one.
Slotting your hands into his hair you slowly pulled him away from your chest, “I need you here though.” guiding his hands down to your bottoms, he picked up on exactly what you needed and he was quick to remove the rest of your clothing.
The sight before him was like no other, you laid out legs spread open for him. He may have been a virgin but he knew exactly where women liked to be touched. It took him no time to locate your bundle of nerves rubbing slow and soft circles against it.
“Can I taste you?” The request sent shivers down your spine.
“Only if I get to return the favor.” You said cheekily as you combed your fingers through his dark brown hair.
He swiftly lowered himself between your legs and applied a rough suck to your clit, the action caused a guttural moan to leave your lips. The hand in his hair tugging lightly was now gripping it aggressively pulling his face into your heat. Your other arm laid itself across your eyes unable to contain your embarrassment at your noises and sounds.
This did not go unnoticed by Aizen who detached his mouth from your heat and leaned up to remove your arm from your eyes “Don’t, I want you to look at me, if you look away or close your eyes I will stop.”  
You took in a sharp breath at this, this was the first showing of his dominance you have seen through this entire ordeal. You said you would lead but it was short lived once Aizen got the hang of this particular task. He needed your eye contact, he needed you to see him making you feel this good. You needed to know it was him and only him who could do this to you.
You maintained eye contact as he lapped and sucked at your clit, you gasped lightly as the intrusion of a long slender finger into your walls “Sosuke!” You cried as his finger curled up and he began to softly move it in and out of you.
“More a-and faster, please.” You pleaded, these pleas did not fall on deaf ears.
Aizen then added another finger and increased his speed, drinking up your arousal while listening to the sweet noises that tumbled from your shaky lips. It was a new form of heaven for him.
“S-sosuke- I’m really, really close.” You mewl pulling his face into your cunt, he increased his speed just a little bit more and sucked just a little bit harder on your clit but it was enough to send you falling over the edge. The sound of his name broken and falling from your lips had him grind into the futon below it was a high he knew he’d soon be addicted to.
Your breaths soon steadied as Aizen lifted himself over top of you taking in your form, your eyes met his and you gave him the sweetest smile he thought he’d ever seen, it filled his chest with warmth. “Thank you, that was so good, but now it's your turn.”
The warmth in his chest rose to his cheeks as you flipped your bodies in an instant demonstrating your strength just as he had earlier. Now you were sat on top of him grinding your naked core against his clothed one, the repeated action provided some friction but not enough and it was frustrating to him but not as frustrating as the moment you ceased all movement and removed yourself from his body.
His mouth hung open and he looked at you in disbelief “Don’t look at me like that, lieutenant. I have to undress you too don’t I?”
The realization hit him and had him slightly embarrassed, the pink dusting his cheeks turning a darker shade. Your hands went to the knot in the front of his uniform and with a simple tug it came undone, you decided to tease him with this and keep your movements slow. Aizen felt as if he was burning from the inside out.
He sat up slightly so that you could pull the top portion of his shinigami uniform off. You gasped slightly at the sight before you, he was absolutely gorgeous, like the gods chiseled his body by hand. 
Too Aizen, though your gasp was one of disgust, adorned on his chest was not only the scars from the seals piercing him but also the scar left from the Hougyoku’s removal procedure. He turned his head away from your gaze fearing the worst from your silence.
“Sosuke, your body is gorgeous.” You said in awe as the tips of your fingers grazed the scars upon his chest, he shuddered at the contact.
He returned his gaze to you eyes widened slightly at the compliment. You? Find him? Gorgeous? He was pulled from his thoughts by you applying just a little bit more pressure to the center of his chest with the tips of your fingers causing him to wince slightly. This did not go unnoticed by you “Did it hurt?”
He gazed at you trying to understand the context of your question. Did what hurt? The seals piercing my chest for what felt like ions? Or the surgery that I was mostly awake for that had me feeling as if my soul was being sucked from my body? He pondered.
“Yes, it hurt. All of it hurt.” He muttered quietly.
A somber look etched its way to your features “I’m sorry, love.” leaning down you pressed your cool lips touched the scar in the center of his chest and it felt like fire had begun to run its way through his veins once more.
Lastly you began working on his bottoms, once ridding him of the garment he was fully bare in front of you. Hungry cock springing free, your eyes widened at the impressive length of his manhood. Your mouth began to salivate at the thought of trying to take all of him down your throat.
Softly wrapping your fingers around the shaft you gave him a few strokes as you settled in between his legs. A strangled groan escaped Aizen’s lips, he thought he would cum from just the contact alone. You giggled at his reaction, the noises he made had your clit throbbing and your hole clenching around nothing.
Licking from the base to the tip you wrap your lips around his head and slid him into your mouth as far as you could take him. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t reach and you began to bob your head up and down hollowing your cheeks.
The pleasure was almost unbearable for Aizen, his hands found purchase in your hair swooping it back into a makeshift ponytail. He was finding it very hard to control himself, he eagerly wanted to thrust into your mouth and face fuck you until you were gagging, the thought of that had him on the brink of orgasm.
He was getting close, way too close. “Captain (Name), if you keep going like that I’m not gonna last.” the words left his mouth broken moans in between each word and you could have sworn you heard his voice crack.
You lifted your mouth from him with a obscene ‘pop’, “Fuck.” the curse fell out of his mouth as a hiss. 
Wiping your mouth on your arm you settled on top of him, running your folds against his shaft, fingers digging into his shoulders every time his tip bumped into your clit. Aizen’s grip was ironclad on your hips helping you drag them back and forth on his member.
“I need to be inside you.” He pleaded his nails leaving crescent shaped marks into your skin that will no doubt be bruised come morning.
Listening to his pleas, you lifted yourself up and aligned him with your entrance, sinking yourself down just enough to have his tip buried in you. A throaty gasp left Aizen’s lips, silently praising and cursing you in the same thought. 
“You’re gonna drag this out aren’t you, little minx.” He accused, head thrown back in pleasure.
You couldn’t hide the smirk playing on your lips, you had to tease him just a little “You can take it.”
In one swift motion you let yourself completely sink down on to his cock. You knocked your head back, eyes rolling ever so slightly at the delicious stretch of his girth. You couldn’t help but clamp down around him as you adjusted to his size.
“You’re so tight.” He hissed, eyes glued shut focused on not coming to an end just from being sheathed inside you.
You rolled your hips just a little and the moan that fell from his lips was obscene. You slowly bounced yourself on his cock it was like torture for the man below you, he was getting very impatient. He bucked his hips rough up into you cause your rhythm to falter “Faster, please- I”
You silenced his pleas by giving him exactly what he wanted. You picked up the pace and he met you halfway as he thrusted up into you, cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. 
He couldn’t contain the whimpers and pants rolling off his tongue. He looks so fucked out and on the edge. A particularly hard thrust from Aizen brought you out of your thoughts back into reality.
His hands slid from your waist to your thighs, groping them and gripping them hard, those will also undoubtedly become bruises come sunrise.
 “F-fuck, Sosuke. You’re doing so good, fucking me so good.” you whine tossing your head back and raking your nails down his chest leaving little red lines behind.
All he could muster in response was obscene moans and whiny breaths. You take a moment to drink in his image, he is beyond fucked out. His hair everywhere, his mouth a gape and there is a little bit of drool that slid from the corner of his mouth to the pillow below
You make note of this to tease him about later.  
You bite your lip hard at the sight, feeling that knot in your lower abdomen tighten up. You were getting close, really close and he was too. You walls clench around him when he brings his thumb to you clit rubbing slow circles.
“Tell me- Tell me where-” you already knew what he was getting at and you took no time with your answer.
“Inside please- need to feel it.” The thought of him cumming in you made your head spin and sent you flying off the edge. Walls squeezing against him repeatedly and the way his name fell off your tongue was pure sin.
His name sounding so debauched coming from your lips sent him over the edge with you, a rush of warmth spread through your core. You slowly rocked your hips against his working him through his orgasm, and milking his cock dry.
Taking note of each breathy whine that left his lips when your hips rocked forward.
Unable to hold yourself up any longer you laid atop his chest trying to regain your breath. His hands rub gently up and down your sides. You tilt your head upwards hoping to lock eyes with him but you are met with his eyes shut, a peaceful look etched into his features,
You admired him for a minute and a smile slowly curled on your lips as you drank him in.
“What are you smiling at?” He quipped, opening an eye to stare down at you, you would be lying if you said you didn’t jump a little bit slightly embarrassed. Just how long had he known you’d been staring?
“Oh nothing, nothing at all.” You say lifting yourself up and off him.
The sudden movement and disconnection of your conjoined bodies made a small barely audible whimper leave his lips. This did not go unnoticed by you, again you make a mental note of this to tease him about later.
“Stay here tonight, we can talk more in the morning.” You suggested as you snuggled yourself into his side.
He only nodded at the statement silently agreeing with you. He watched as your features slowly relaxed and your breathing mellowed out as sleep took you into its grasp. A sense of peace washed over him as his eyes wandered over your sleeping form.
What in the hell are you doing to me, woman.
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uzi-x33 · 1 month ago
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before I go to bed here’s what I think is gonna happen in the newest chapter of bsd:3 first off I think it’s gonna switch perspectives from atsushi to either Dazai or ranpo (im hoping and praying for more ranpo content I need my silly, or more soukoku I miss them) i feel like it’d be rlly interesting to see where ranpo is, is he with Poe, did he find yosano, is he with Poe and yosano and r they all with Lucy and kyouka? PLEASE I NEED ANSWERS ASAGIRI🙏🙏 if it is going to switch back to soukoku however, im expecting them to have a long heartfelt conversation (ik that’s not gonna happen and im delusional but shh) in reality I think if I’d switch to skk it would probably js be them trying to escape the prison (aren’t they still there, like bro??💀) I need my answers asagiri please 🙏😭😭 also please give me ur theories on what u think is gonna happen in the newest chapter I wanna hear them!! (Like- put them in the reblogs or in the comments idc js tell me ur theories grrrr)
that’s it! Also srry for any grammar or spelling mistakes lmao it’s 10 pm💀💀
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duffs-balls · 6 months ago
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The Dilfest 2
SECOND PART OF THE DILFEST YALL
heres the first one
read that first bro or dont idc
TELL ME ID THERES ANY GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES PLSSS TELL ME PLS IM BEGGING
WARNINGSSS🙏😱
sex🔥 fingering, dom duff, spanking, teasing, dirty talk (kinda), marking (kinda), pills (painkillers not drugs), hot sexy men (passing out and going mental warning, dont look at the pictures below if u have any heart issues /j)
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HOW IS HE SO HOT I NEED HIM TO TIE ME UP
The soft thud of the car door shutting lightly woke me up, but not enough for me to open my eyes or register what is happening.
He softly opens my door and undoes my seatbelt, before grabbing me right under my armpits and lifting me up into his arms. I instinctively wrap my limbs around him. I cling onto him like a koala, burying my face in the crook of his neck as I just keep on sleeping. He closes the door and locks his car before wrapping his arm around me securely.
He grabs the key and unlocks the door, before stepping into his home.
He doesn’t mind carrying me at all. He likes being so close to me and being able to take care of me like this.
He flicks on the lights and locks the door behind him, before making his way upstairs to his bedroom.
He lays me down on the bed, kissing my forehead before taking off my shoes and tossing them onto the floor. He takes off his own shoes and changes into sweatpants and a plain shirt before crawling into the bed.
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Sunrays shine through the curtains and onto our entwined bodies. I frown and blink my eyes open. I let out a yell as I feel someone else pressed up to me. I push the person off me and stand up, staring at them in horror. I relax slightly as I see it’s Duff, but before I can do anything, a pounding headache hits me.
It feels like theres a hundred Oompa Loompas banging three big metal tubes on my head. Jesus Christ. I groan and clutch at my head, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Hey, hey, hey. Cmere.” His soft, soothing voice fills my ears, relieving some of the pain. He immediately reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me back into bed.
I snuggle up to him, nestling my face in his neck as I grip onto his shirt. Snuggling up to him at least made me feel a little better. His arms wrap around me protectively, rubbing my back in an attempt to soothe my aches. “Shh, baby.” He murmurs, kissing the top of my head. “You want me to get you some painkillers?” I nod, groaning softly.
He lays me down on my back on his bed, pulling the sheets over me. He presses a lingering kiss to my forehead before he lets go of me, hurrying over to the bathroom, which was connected to his bedroom.
I keep my eyes shut tightly, curling up into a ball as I realise how much warmth and comfort having Duff next to me gave me. And now, that was all gone.
I can faintly hear him rummaging through the cabinets and turning on the faucet.
A few moments later, he walks back into the room and crawls into the bed. He places the medicine and a glass of water on the nightstand, before helping me sit up.
I climb into his lap, not caring if I was being all clingy even when we hadn’t known each other for long. I couldn’t give a shit, I’m feeling horrible and he makes me feel much better, so I’m gonna get as close to him as possible. Period.
“Here.” He says softly as he hands me the pills and the glass of water, he chuckles lightly as I cling to him. I drink the whole glass, not opening my eyes since I knew the bright light would be way too much.
I hand the glass back to him and wrap my arms around him, seeking comfort in him. He hums softly, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “There you go.” He murmurs.
I try to get even closer to him, pressing my body against his and shifting around to make myself as small as possible. He chuckles at my attempts, his arms tightening around me.
I squirm around for a few moments before letting out a frustrated groan, my jeans becoming annoyingly uncomfortable. I roll onto my back and quickly take them off, my eyebrows furrowed.
I move back into Duff’s lap. He chuckles but doesn’t say anything, just holding me again when I move back onto him. “Better?” He whispers. I smile and nod.
We stay like that, cuddled up in bed. Eventually I’d fallen asleep. He’d whisper sweet nothings into my ear every now and then, or caress my body, which I’d do to him too. We’d sometimes change positions. It felt so good to be cuddling with him; he made me feel so safe, and I made him feel safe. It was not awkward or weird at all, it felt right and comfortable.
After hours of cuddling and slumbering, falling in and out of sleep, I speak up. “You hungry?” My voice is soft and slightly groggy, although my grogginess is nothing compared to his. His voice sounds like a deep rumble from a motorcycle, even more than it normally does. “Yeah. We can make breakfast if you want.”
His voice is so sexy. I feel butterflies in my stomach, and heat pools between my legs. I brush it off for some reason and nod with a smile.
We both get out of bed and grab each other’s hand as he leads me downstairs. I look down at our entwined hands, feeling even more butterflies in my belly. My eyes travel up before locking onto his back. He’s so broad, like a Doritos chip. Then I look at his arms. His tattoos are so beautiful, and his biceps are huge.
I speed up and start walking next to him. He smiles down at me as I get closer to him, before opening the door to the living room and kitchen. We don’t say anything, and that’s okay. I don’t like to talk much in the morning, anyway.
We walk into the kitchen and I jump up onto the counter, watching him as he opens the fridge in search for something to eat for breakfast.
I suddenly feel an urge, an itch for him. I grab his arm and pull him between my legs, wrapping them around him and trapping him inside them. We both lean in, no words needing to be said as we both knew what we wanted.
He brushes his lips over mine gently, before deepening the kiss. His strong arms slip around my waist, pulling me closer against him. I tangle my hands in his wavy, blond hair, deepening the kiss even more by pulling on the strands.
I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter, even though we’re just kissing. That doesn’t last too long. His big, strong, possessive hands wander down to my ass, squeezing and groping. I moan into his mouth, feeling his cock growing harder against my cunt through our clothes.
I can’t help but grind against his dick, moving my legs up higher to wrap around his waist. He groans into the kiss, his hands gripping my ass tighter. His lips become demanding and hungry, his tongue slipping inside to explore my mouth. My heart is racing in my chest, my breath coming in short, almost gasp-like breaths. He suddenly lifts me off the counter and slams me against the now closed fridge, making me gasp. I didn’t know he had this rough side to him, although I could’ve figured. One of his hands moves to squeeze my tit. I moan, arching my back into his touch. He keeps me pressed against the fridge, holding me up as my legs are still wrapped around him. His hand moves down to tease at the waistband of my panties, a smirk appearing on his face as he hears my needy whine. “So eager.” “Please..” It’s never to early to beg. He grins devilishly and slips his hand inside, rubbing at my clit in circles with his middle finger before sliding his fingers along my wet folds. I moan, my fingers tightening in his hair. He plays around with my pussy for a few moments, before finally slipping one finger inside. He starts to move in and out slowly, his other hand still groping at my breast. His thumb rubs lazy circles around my clit, making me let out moan after moan. I’d never felt so good, and this was only the beginning. He starts to trail kisses down my jaw, and then my neck. He sucks and nibbles, staying on the same spot for a bit to create a mark before moving down further. He lifts my shirt up and kisses the part of my breasts that aren’t covered by my bra. With one hand still working on my pussy, he can’t take it off. He grunts in frustration, suddenly thrusting his finger deeper inside me than before. “Take it off.” He growls. I immediately let go of his hair and take off my shirt, tossing it onto the floor before unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor too. He growls and takes my nipple into his mouth the second it’s exposed, sucking and tonguing it. I let out high-pitched, whine-y moans, my hands moving to tug on his hair again. He adds another finger into my wet hole, curling them to find my sweet spot. He abuses that spot relentlessly, making my back arch and my thighs shake. “Duff!” I moan, my hips bucking against his hand eagerly. My moans turn into gasps, my eyes rolling back as I feel myself getting closer and closer to my orgasm. His movements become faster and more intense, hitting my sweet spots in all the right ways. I can’t even manage to warn him as I cum all over his fingers. I cry out his name, my hands clawing at his back. I arch my back off the fridge, my hips grinding against him uncontrollably. I pant as I catch my breath, my head tilted back to rest against the fridge. He smirks and slowly pulls his sticky fingers out of me, grabbing my jaw with his other hand and forcing me to look at him. “Open.” He orders, tilting his head back slightly. I look at him with hazy, satisfied but lustful eyes. I part my lips, my eyes falling closed as he sticks his fingers inside my mouth. “Good girl.. Lick ‘em clean.” He breathes out, his eyes fixated on my lips and expression. I eagerly lick and suck on his fingers, slightly cringing at the taste of myself but liking the feeling of his fingers in my mouth and him controlling me too much to care.
“That’s a good girl.” He growls and pulls his fingers out, suddenly putting me down on the floor. My legs feel like jelly, shaking and making me stumble. He leans down to whisper in my ear, his hands resting on my hips possessively. “Bend over the counter.” He growls. My breath hitches and I obey, turning to the kitchen island and bending over it. My breathing is heavy and deep, my heartbeat racing in anticipation. He moves behind me, his hand reaching out to run along my sensitive pussy. He suddenly smacks my ass, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. I can hear him cursing under his breath, feeling his gaze burning into my ass. I spread my legs further and stick my ass out, hiding my face in the crook of my arm. He smacks my ass once again, before pressing himself against me, his big hands gripping my hips to pull me back against him. He bends down, pressing open-mouthed kissed along my shoulders and neck. “You want this?” He whispers in his low, sultry voice. I nod frantically, my arm reaching behind my head and wrapping around his neck, while my other hand rests on the counter and supports my body weight. “Say it.” “Yes.. Please, Duff..” I whimper, feeling his hard cock poking into my ass through his sweatpants. “Please, what?” I groan, growing frustrated as he keeps me waiting for way longer than I wanted. “Please fuck me!” He smirks and sinks his teeth down into my skin, right where my shoulder meets my neck. He pushes down his pants and boxers, his dick jumping free and pressing against my ass. He moves his hand between my thighs and spreads them apart, before grabbing my hips and forcefully tilting them back. He suddenly slams into me without warning, making me cry out. He grunts at the feeling of my tight, hot cunt stretching around him. He starts moving in and out, slowly at first, but he quickly speeds up. The sound of his hips smacking against my ass, the wet squelching of my pussy and our moans, grunts and gasps fill the room, which fade into the background as he fucks me into oblivion. His hips move fast and hard, his cock hitting spots inside me I never thought to be possible. He holds onto my hips and pulls me back onto his dick with each relentless thrust. “Fuck, baby. So tight. Such a good girl for me, taking my cock like this. Fuck, yeah.” He murmurs breathlessly between hot kisses all across my shoulders and back. I moan his name uncontrollably, bucking my hips to meet his thrusts. “Gonna come inside your pretty little cunt. Come with me, babe..” He lets out a shuddering growl as he slams into me harder and harder, exploding inside me. I cry out in ecstasy as he fucks me over the edge, coating his cock in my come. He pants as he slows down, his forehead falling against my shoulder. His hair sprawls across my sweaty back, his breath fanning over my skin with each pant. After a few moments, he pulls out, our combined juices dripping down my thighs and his cock. He flips me around to face him, leaning in to kiss me messily. His big hand tangles in my hair, pulling me closer. I wrap my arms around his neck, rubbing my heel up and down the back of his legs. I pull back and bury my face in his neck with a breathless chuckle. “Jesus Christ.” I murmur. He laughs softly, his arm sliding around my waist. “Let’s take a shower.” He murmurs into my hair. I make a small sound of approval, kissing his neck. Right when I’m about to pull away so I can walk to the bathroom, he picks me up. I yelp and laugh, burying my grinning face back into the crook of his neck. He carries me bridal style, a big, charming grin on his face. I giggle and look up at him, leaning in to place some kisses on his neck and jaw.
PH MY GOD IM GONAN FUCKING KILL MUSELD YHIS SHIT IS PISSING ME OFF I HAD SM ISSUES TRUING TO DUPLICATE THE TEXT CAUSE I WAS GONNA MAKE A MALE VERSION BIT I SLreaDY STOPPED OKAY NO IMNNOT EVEN EXPLIANINF THIS IM SORRY THE KAST PARTS ARE ALL STICKED TOGETHER AND THE FIRST ONE IDNT BUT IM TOO POSSED OFF TO FIC IT SORRY GUYS
anyway here u go uhh i dont have much to say tbh i dont think ill write a third part but we’ll see
i probably will be writing more other duff fics though
IM WORKINF ON A BUGGER ONE RN ALSO ABT DUFF BUT I WANN AHAVE IT COMPLETELY FINISHED BEFORE I POST IT SO THAYLL TAKE A WHILEEEE LIKE MONTHS OR SMTH SO IDK
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cypheroo · 5 months ago
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How they care | Laurence Zvhal and Garroth Ro'Meave ~ ♡
"Cyph your favorite star is reporting from tge trenches (im sick) can I request a sick reader comfort with the boys™️ (Laurance and/or Garroth) idc which versuon also did yu see the s7 thing?"
Tw : Curse words. Spelling mistakes 😭 can be platonic or romantic?
Word count : 763
AN : HIIII! OMG OMG GET WELL SOON! I hope I finished writing this when you felt a little better! Super sorry on the wait again omg but! My thoughts on the new season are super weird bc like wooo! Nice amazing to it! And I'm glad that aph has cleared up (and will clear up) some stuff! Makes me feel better! also I SAW SOMEWHERE THAT LAURENCES VA SEBASTIAN TODD MUGHT COME BACK TO VOICE LAURENCE! AHHH THATS SO EXCITING FOR ME! outside of that, I'm happy that we are getting an ending! I haven't always loved jess but I will respect her for giving us these characters that sure aren't perfect but we love! Happy to see how she ends it and if her channel will change? (Probs not but I can dream) what do you think?
Garroth had been worried sick over you. Had you overworked yourself again? Maybe he hadn't been helping you as much as he should've been doing? Good god he needed to finish this paperwork. He really needed to make sure you were ok. He WANTED to race to your home as soon as he had heard, but he couldn't leave without feeling bad of not finishing his duty for the night, hell hed usually feel bad for even leaving the post especially at night, but you…you were so important, he knew he could trust laurence, dante, all of them to handle it for a night so he could make sure you were alright.
Immediately he rushed out of the guardpost. And immediately to your home. You had given him a key to your home so after he knocked he let himself in. He slowly walked up the stairs and once he saw you laying in your bed, sick and looking weak, he visibly tensed, he continued and before he could come to your rescue Laurence cleared his throat. “Aren't you supposed to be on watch?” Laurence raised a brow. Garroth was taken aback, he didn't even see Laurence in the cloud of his worry, “could say the same about you” the blonde responded with a soft huff.
Laurence rushed over almost immediately, he wasn't doing anything important so it was quite easy to slip away and visit you, there was no way in irene he wouldn't, you were home alone most of the time, who would make sure you didn't lift a finger? Well Laurence couldn't let that slide, so he spent most of his afternoon waiting on you hand and foot. Refilling water, Letting air in, distracting you (he doesn't want you to have any stress at this moment) in any way he could. It was later in the evening but when he saw garroth walk up the stairs laurence didn't know how to feel about seeing the blonde, yes it was nice to know garroth cared as much as he did, but it was so late at night? What was he supposed to help with this late at night?
You let out a soft laugh before sneezing, groaning after which both of the boys immediately looked at you, eyes filled with worry and willingness to run across the world if you so asked for it. But when you simply explained it was a cold that would be away within a few days it was clear these two would have none of that.
So instead of both of those goofballs taking care of you at the same time, they choose to instead switch, one day was garroth and the other was laurence, both would make sure the growing town of phoenix drop would be safe, but would also know you'd be alright and safe.
GARROTH :
- He's actually really careful when it comes to repeating sounds, loud sudden noises, and agitating sounds its odd sure but its something hes sensitive to when hes sick.
- A little careful about getting sick for like…just the first hour. But after he's in all honestly just took a bit to fully accept the costs.
- Makes soup and tea fucking immaculately, oh my god. Ask him to make that and goddess it'll taste so good it's like irene made it herself.
- He is the type to rest his hand on your head any chance he gets. He just likes to keep a feel of how warm you are. Although he feels slightly bad for his rough hands meeting your skin
- In all honesty, I don't think he's totally used to or knows how to take care of someone in such a vulnerable state like this, so as much as he's trying, he understands he may not be the best
LAURENCE :
- Pretty laid back but picks up on what you do and don't want him to do pretty quickly. Don't want him to.
- He seems like a quiet caregiver. Careful to not overwhelm you, he’ll clean around the room a bit to help out if you'll allow him.
- If you're comfortable with it he does personally find it helpful when someones talking to him when he's sick, so if you're ok with it, he's more than willing to sit down and ramble softly so you can doze off.
- He prefers to use a rag to help your face, a cool towel to help relax your heated body, or a warm towel if you are cold.
- He uses a lot of tactics he was personally raised with. Things that originally brought him comfort in hopes that they can help you too!
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ellecdc · 7 months ago
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Evan Rosier
name: though he doesn't have a conon middle name the fandom had taken "Antonin" to be his middle name, making him "Evan Antonin Rosier"
family: pure-bloods and of the scared 28,blood supermistists and deatheaters, so very Black family coded, he was a very quiet child living on a house who treated it's residents as strangers so there wasn't as much abuse like in the house of black (where wellbugra shoves her nose into everything) but there was also nothing of love and care on the house, basically they only cared for each other in front of people and if you made a mistake, you will be beaten,he did get yelled at lots though:)
the way he is: he very chill, goes with the flow most times, idk about others but to me he's always been the tinyest bit whimsical, as crazy as barty when pissed, on that note he's barty wearing regulus clothing tbh💀the type to not get random crushes instead needs a connection with the person first to see as anything more then a friend, hides his feelings often, posh-ish, coffee addict, likes physical touch with people he's close to, loyal to a fault, a tease, he's smart but dumb?? as seen from moody's missing eye, he's powerful (in spells at least), remus if he was a slytherin, he'd also act indifferent/cold at first maybe even rude,is the type to meet the first time,say something rude but flirty with a smirk and leave,
why is he all of this: i think that bc he just knew he was better off quiet in his family, he built his personality around it, creating the "go with the flow" or the "idc" mentality where he actually just doesn't think his opinion matters,so lots of room for character development:)
interests: art, skating, music(say apelocalypse by CAS), books, listening to others, teasing people
dislikes: like i said he's pretty chill so that isn't a big issue to him, though he does watch anyone who he hears alot about from his friends, making sure that the person is safe, so he dislikes people he loves getting hurt, and he would do something about
guilty pleasure: I'd say teasing people then leaving them, he's pertty hot soo-
pet peeves: i think it would be people ignoring others /speaking over others bc he knows what that feels like
keep in mind that this is the maruaders era and everything is possible with everyone
if you have any other questions do not hesitate to ask:) 🩷
("if you give the fans a barty, they might ask for an evan"PFF-😭)
what do we think, friends. is this comprehensive Evan Lore? anything to add? thoughts, comments, questions??
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