#if i were to turn this into something though i think it'd be abt all 3 of them

[uglyscrawl]

is this anything. from a late night start-writing-and-see-what-happens session

“No,” Kendall interrupts Roman mid-bargain, boring his eyes into the blank screen of the TV, palpably angry despite the aggravating blah of his face. “I’m not talking to her.” Roman suppresses a groan of frustration. His fucking brother. “You’re talking to me, aren’t you? And you hated me so much you tried to gouge my eyes out like last week.” “It’s been longer than that,” Kendall says, voice so low that he might as well be communicating in grunts. Still no apology, of course. For the attempted eye-gouging and the broken stitches and the sitting in Dad’s chair, putting his feet up on his desk, stealing his voice and his all-knowing stares and his rough hands. Roman hadn’t minded the hands so much, truth be told. He maybe hasn’t stopped craving the feeling of being strangled, his incriminating cacophony of words finally dying in his throat and his heart pumping so hard and fast that he feels it in the plates of his skull. He maybe craves it from Kendall specifically, Kendall who had looked at him with a rage so primal and deep that Roman wanted to drown in it forever.

Anyway, Roman isn’t apologizing either. Because fuck his stupid brother and the stupid unfinished shape of him and the stupid goddamn hole in his chest he’s shamelessly asking Roman, of all people, to fill. Stringing him along his whole life, feeding him false hope from the palm of his hand. “So, what, you’re not gonna have a relationship with your future niece or nephew?” Kendall gives Roman a look like he just pissed on his shoes. Wrong angle, apparently. “Have you considered that she might not actually be pregnant?” Roman scoffs mightily. “Please. I can think of no greater humiliation for Shiv than being unwittingly impregnated by Conventional Corn-Fed Tom. She’d never make that up. Unlike you.” Kendall pauses. “I’d…lie about our sister’s fuckin’ bloodsucking cockblock husband putting a baby in me?” “You’re a liar, period. You’ve got lies coming out of both ends. I can’t believe a single word you say.” Kendall’s face falls somewhat. “Nothin’ to lie for anymore, Rome.” “Yeah, yeah. Save your droopy woe-is-me thing for Shiv, you’re gonna need it. Don’t think she’s on standby to massage your broken dick just ‘cause I was. She’s mad.” To his credit, Kendall doesn’t bother pretending to be offended by Roman’s crassness. “So the fuck am I. If she cared about me at all she wouldn’t have - ” “Nope,” Roman says. “We’re not doing this again tonight. God, you’re both just the worst.” Kendall sort-of-smiles, his tension giving way to a loose-limbed softness that tends to come out only on frozen mornings in Roman’s living room; the two of them sharing a couch and a drink and an apathy for the future so vast that it’d suffocate them both, if not for their fingers mingling over the glass they passed back and forth and their eyes meeting and embracing a million times over. “You might be the worst of all, Rome,” Kendall says, his voice dropping to a devoted murmur that reveals his innermost gratitude. “Sleeper hit of the family, huh? Everyone wanted a piece of you, and I didn’t even notice.” “‘course you didn’t notice,” Roman grumbles, blushing fiercely, glaring down at his own lap. “I fucked it all up anyway. None of ‘em would touch me with a ten-foot pole.” “Good,” Kendall says simply. Roman can’t decide what he means by it, and is slightly terrified to ask.

[wonwoonlight]

take a chance / jeon wonwoo

Wonwoo x Reader // 1.7k words // nothing but fluff lol they're idiots

a/n: if you cant tell im absolutely insane abt this wonwoo. 100000% self indulgent and 100% not proofread as always ehe <3 v lowkey inspired also by niki - take a chance with me

He drives me crazy, it's so beyond me

How he'd look at me dead in the eye and stay unaware

Niki - Take A Chance with Me

[☆]

Wonwoo has never really been interested in romance.

When he was six and his friends started talking about girls were icky, he couldn't have cared enough to even think about girls in particular.

When he was fourteen and his close cousin who was practically his big brother told him about his first girlfriend, Wonwoo had simply nodded and congratulated him because the older guy looked like he was waiting for it even though he didn't get what's there to congratulate.

When he was seventeen and another cousin got married, he thought a little about what it'd be like to commit yourself for the rest of your life to another person.

Anyhow, now he's twenty seven and still pretty much free from the dating experience.

He just simply couldn't be bothered to try nor was he even curious enough to try.

There's too much risk. Too much things to do. Too many factors to think about. It's too complicated and Wonwoo has never been a fan of complicated.

Sure, the older he gets the more he understands about the attraction and whatnot. But the few dates that he has been on (which he could count with his two hands) was entirely due to his friends setting up with someone and his inability to say no the second time even though he did reject their so-called-help the first time around.

They eventually get the hint and stop setting Wonwoo up on a blind date.

He never sees romance as a necessity and he doesn't feel the need to have a partner, what is there more to say?

“I lost the floor 12 Abyss again.” You pout, half tempted to throw away the joystick in your hands. “I'm never playing this game again, I'm telling you.”

Wonwoo chuckles and tells you to move as he slides next to you, taking the joystick away and getting ready to restart your game.

“You just suck at this.” He teases, not minding your glare because he's way too used to it at this point. “And you say that everytime but here you are, still playing.”

“Shut up.” You pout, both impressed and unimpressed at the way he easily goes through the stages.

“Done.” He grins, all nine shining stars looking back at you.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don't.”

“I do!” You take back the joystick from him and close the window. “You don't even play this game! This is bullshit!”

He laughs under his breath and ruffles your hair, saying something about how he can't help being good at it.

You like that side of Wonwoo, as you often tell him, because people have always said that Wonwoo is quiet–that he doesn't talk a lot and it could be awkward being left alone with him.

And whilst it's not entirely untrue and you've been there too, you also know that Wonwoo is much more than his lack of words.

Wonwoo talks a lot once he's comfortable. You just need to be very patient and understanding about his silence before he gets there.

You… have been plenty patient, amongst other things.

You're patient enough to get where you are even though you've never imagined you'd get here.

Here, meaning being close enough with Wonwoo for him to be comfortable with you that he doesn't mind inviting you over to his place with no other companies.

Here, meaning being close enough with Wonwoo for him to not mind the fact that you like him and not act weird about it.

Here, meaning being close with Wonwoo despite the fact that you've confessed to him about your feelings but you're still here in his place, right next to him with not a single air of awkwardness between you two.

Turning off the Playstation, you settle on Wonwoo's sofa and decide to scroll through Instagram instead. You sigh, catching his attention, and when he asks you what's wrong, you simply shake your head no.

“What are you sighing about this time?”

This is something that people don't know about Wonwoo either: he prods when it comes to people he cares about.

Granted, he does it exactly three times to see if the other party would relent by then. He does that because that's how he is, he once tells you, because he rarely opens up at the first question but eventually cracks on the third time. That, by the third question, he's already had enough time to consider whether or not he really wants to talk about it.

“Nothing important.” You try to reassure him. “Just silly stuff.”

Wonwoo looks at you pointedly, but you simply smile and turn back to your phone, which he supposes means you don't feel like bringing it up just yet.

He closes his book and puts it on the coffee table, leaning closer to you to see what you're up to.

You wonder if Wonwoo knows what his action means to your poor, poor heart. If he's aware that, as much you said you're cool despite your confession, you still have romantic attractions towards him and confessing doesn't mean you're no longer affected by anything and everything he does.

After watching you go through your phone for a bit, it is quite easy for Wonwoo to realize what might be the core of your problem.

“You're thinking about why you're single again, aren't you?”

Your fingers freeze and so does your entire body, and Wonwoo would've laughed at how surprised you look right now, but he knows you're actually bothered by this problem from time to time though he doesn't exactly understand why.

And for someone who's observative and quite sensitive when it comes to things around him, Wonwoo can be a bit dense, still.

On what kind of universe does he think this topic would be okay to talk about with someone who literally confessed to you and somewhat got rejected though not explicitly?

“I don't want to talk about it.” You whine despite the fast beating of your heart. You honestly don't think you have it in you to talk about this with Wonwoo. At least not just yet.

“Why?”

You look at him, incredulous. “You know why.”

“Because you like me?”

You shrug, not wanting to deny it.

“Can I ask you something?” He asks, voice very gentle and careful.

“What?”

“I'm sorry if this sounds insensitive.” You press your lips together as he starts. At least, he has the conscience to know that. “But… what is it about being in a relationship that appeals so much to you?”

You pause before you answer, wondering what to say. “Do you want me to actually answer that?”

“If you don't mind answering.”

Wonwoo wonders if he makes you uncomfortable by asking such question. But if there's anyone he can ask about this, it can only be you. No one else would answer it in a way that he would understand. No one else would give him the sincerity that you'd give in your answer.

He feels bad knowing you like him and still asking you like this. But he supposes you're both close enough for that discussion, that he doesn't want to let your feelings get in the way of your precious friendship.

Perhaps he's selfish, but he doesn't want to be too conscious when it comes to your relationship with him despite everything.

“I guess it's just the fact that someone's always there for you.” You start, not looking at him even though his gaze is locked at you. “That there's this person who… you can tell everything to, from your secrets to what you feel like eating today. That when you want to do something, you can always run to them first before wondering if anyone else is available. That–”

“But that's already how we are?” He cuts you off.

You stare at him wide-eyed, wondering if it's some kind of prank even though you know he's not that kind of person.

“That's already what I do with you.” He says one more time–more firm and somewhat determined with a hint of confusion. “Why do you think you're in my place so often?”

“I… I– I don't know? You're… bored? And I happen to be free?” You stutter a little, not used to the way he's staring at you.

“I am bored.” He agrees, things suddenly crystal clear in his eyes. “But I'm bored because I don't have you around. And I want you here. That's why I asked all the time if you're available.”

You open your lips to say something–anything, but nothing comes out because your heartbeat is ringing throughout your body right up to your ears.

“You're the only person I send those posts about places I want to visit because I want to visit with you. I don't send them to anyone else. I don't even like going out all that much.”

“I… I don't understand?”

“Are we in a relationship?” He asks rather bluntly, mixing all your feelings together with one single question.

“Wonwoo, I don't think this is how you should go around it–”

“Have we been dating all this time?” He asks one more time, not even seemingly nervous about it.

He looks at you like he's expecting an answer, but how are you supposed to answer that? You've simply been happy that you get to spend time with him. You didn't think for one second that he might be into you despite all the time he asks you to accompany him somewhere and all the time you're alone in his place.

“I've been too oblivious, haven't I?” He concludes by himself, your silence doesn't deter him at all.

He reaches for your cheek, and if he notices how warm your face is, he doesn't mention it. But he caresses the apple of your cheek as he looks at you with the gentlest reflection you've ever seen in his eyes.

“I'm sorry it took me too long.” He whispers, and you bite your lip so hard to hide your smile because you don't want to be too happy before anything's decided. You're not sure what he's trying to say, your head is spinning with thoughts and your heart is beating at an erratic rhythm. “Do you mind… letting me learn a bit more?”

“About what?” You whisper back.

“Being a good boyfriend?” He smiles when you do too, feeling warmth all over his chest at how shy you seem to be. “You know I've never done this before, right? Let me take a chance with you?

You finally let yourself grin at this, no longer able to control the happiness blooming within you at whatever this might mean.

And as you lean your face more into his palm, Wonwoo thinks he's ready to take all the risks that might come together with whatever the future has in store as long as he has you by his side.

[darylsfavoritegirl]

HEYYYY IM HONESTLY SO FUCKING EXCITED WHAT DO YOU THINK ABT THESE HEADCANONS bc i wanted to do smth like for a while i just never could come up with anything but its easy in a sense sooo here you gooou

SFW

• I don't think his mommy issues are necessarily sexual, sometimes you would do something that would invoke that "motherly" "safe" or "warm" feeling inside of him. He would never be able to understand what it was or would tell anyone about it. It'd be one of the reasons why he'd care for you as much as he did. You'd make him feel safe by saying something or embracing your arms around him in a certain way which would make him commemorate his mother, though because his mom died when he was young, he wouldn't be able to understand it at all bc he doesn't consciously remember those moments with her. This man fr would think you'd cast a spell on him :D

• I just know this man is a feminist in the core. Growing up, he'd always hear Merle running his mouth about women and how they were like this and they were like that, overall his ignorant, blunt, dumb thoughts about women. He would witness his dad going off on benders with different women each time and how he'd vulgarly talk about them later. And hell maybe he's disrespected women or been really cruel to them but he still regrets it to this time and yeah we all know this man suffers in redemption, always trying to make up for his past mistakes and wrongs. Yet I'm %100 sure he loves seeing women thrive, turning into their best selves or just witness them be real badass and it might even give him some kind of arousal 👀👀. He is into that shit. I said what I said.

• One of his love languages is definitely showing you the places he'd used to spend his time in. Could be a special spot in the woods, could be a small cabin he'd used to get lit with people. Hell it could be random corner in town whenever you'd have to be in downtown for various reasons. He wouldn't even mind if those places brought him bad memories or unpleasant ones. He'd just like being there with you, doing whole ass story times and watch you react them with a wide-eyed expression. He did have a weird and a "crazy" life before the fall that'd make him feel like he was on mushrooms everytime just thinking about it. He'd love letting you know more and more about his past. It would just give him a reassuring feeling deep down. He would feel like it would bound you two together.

• That.man.has.a.sweet.tooth. He loves anything that has sugar. He'd always snack on candies or cookies or chocolates after a hangover. Or when he'd be on drugs. Sugar wakes him the fuck up and he loves the energy boost. He'd carry some candies in his pocket back in the day, eating them throughout the day when he'd feel his blood sugar dropping.

• He is definitely a car-date type of guy. He got more into it after the apocalpyse started and he met you. Sometimes you'd go on runs and you could sit in the car for hours, smoking, eating, talking or yk👀👀 if supplies you found weren't an emergency need. He absolutely savored those moments. You could sit for hours without speaking, in a complete silence. He appreciates quietude.

NSFW

• I know him having a breeding kink is well known and acknowledged but he's insane about it that it hurts. He loves seeing you all squirmed and whiny underneath him with all his cum inside of you, some of it dripping down your thighs. You couldn't always find the right pills for unplanned pregnancy risk and it WOULD drive him crazy to not be able to it.

• He just loves to see you messy beneath him. Hair all tangled, thighs shaking uncontrollably. Your fingers digging so deep on his shoulders that you'd cause his broad shoulders to bleed sometimes, he loved it. Your eyes are all glossy with pleasure. You both would love to go wild and leave sloppy kisses on eachother's bodies and wouldn't mind them drying on your bodies at all, leaving it all sticky.

• He loves being submissive as much as he loves being dominant. You can't convince me otherwise. If you gained his trust, he will be all yours, all needy beneath you while you ride his soul out of his damn body. Again, he adores a badass woman, a woman to take the lead. You would place your hands on his chest and sometimes hold his strong large biceps and he wouldn't dare to move an inch. He liked being vulnerable like that.

• He is just so patient it physically throws you over the edge. He'd get so close making you cum and he'd stop, teasing you with his tip or fingers or sometimes his tongue. He'd smirk at you and even make fun of you in a taunting way to overstimulate you and don't worry he'd make up for it with better ways. He knows what he is doing. It's just come natural to him.

• It's safe to say you are the one who teases him in the public most of the time, your feet tracing his legs up until it stops on his bulge under the table and he'd give a stern stare, trying to shrug and look indifferent as others would notice his suddenly-changing demenour. However, there'd be boring Alexandria dinners that Deanna would host and if you sat next to eachother, he'd place his large hand on your thigh and even dare to slip a finger on the fabric of your panties, starting to rub his middle finger harshly in circles while having full ass conversations with people and try to hide his subtle smirk bearing his face. He would do it rarely yet he'd be so good at it because no one would suspect a thing, he'd always make it look like he was resting his arm on your lap. You'd squirm under his warm touch and heat waves would wash all over you while trying to look normal as ever. And believe me, after those nights, when you'd confront about him about what he did at a dinner with 20 people, he'd act as if he doesn't understand a thing you're saying or would say "Don' kno' what yer talkin' 'bout." while shrugging his shoulders and turning to his side with a wicked grin.

FOOTNOTE

well this actually took shorter than i thought idk why i believed it would take me couple of days to finish one lmao i deadass wrote this in like an hour max ???? anyway i wish there were more but idc i was so impatient to post one of theseeee :)))

[just-some-random-blogger]

hello gorgeous! if you don't mind modern au, i have an idea. if you don't feel like writing anything it'd be great to hear your thoughts abt it. daemon x wife!reader (who's somehow connected with magic but not targaryen) who are devoted to each other like madly in love. before daemon has to go to war they're saying goodbyes kissing, crying and not being able to let the other go. feeling like something's off he says smth like "i'll find you in another life. i'll find you in any time we'll be existing. i will love you any time i am alive" (in high valyrian or calling her some name in it) kissing her knuckles and going away. unfortunately, he was right. reader died some way while he was away and he remains faithful to her for the rest of his life (oc but whatever) and in the modern world he does find her. maybe targaryens are some sort of royal family, maybe they keep a family business or an ordinary family with lots of relatives. but he fins the reader and they somehow just feel. sorry if it's too much. i'd really like to read something about it but it absolutely ok if you don't feel like it. thank u in advance! take care!

Waiting For A Lifetime

Part 1 2 3 ?

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Aegon Targaryen x Reader cos it just sorta happened

Summary: Overcome by grief, Daemon turned to black magic to revive you. Moved by pity, the witch who casted the spell promised you would live until you met your love again in his next life.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Modern AU, fem!reader, mentions/depictions of death/still birth/war, my pretty boy aegon whom i would die for, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: i saw this last night when i woke up in the middle of my sleep and couldn't stop thinking about it. I changed a lot about your req nonnie. I do hope you still like it though. I absolutely could not help myself with this one and I got so carried away T_T also a lot of facts about the Targaryens have distorted so just just just roll with it ok ok ok thank you And yes i know this is a gif from the crown but i love it so much the hat falling off the kiss ITS EVERYTHING I WANT TO BE HERRRRRRRRRRRRR also i do acknowledge the fact that this anon came to me with this idea after i reblogged this amazing moodboard sooooo yeah i think this post sparked this fic idea lol ALSO ALSO ALSO 2022 MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! LOVE YA ALL imagine seeing this post in like 2032 or smth shit thats like 35 years from now Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony pssst i made p2 "Never Before"

Daemon's face was streaked with tears and sorrow. His eyes were bloodshot and his voice was as sure as it was grave as he repeated the word he uttered to the shaman, "anything."

She looked at him, able to taste the desperation in the air, "even if it costs your life, prince?"

Daemon looks at his love before him, his love that was carrying his child. He places his bloody palm on the gaping wound on her stomach.

"Your child will not live even if she does."

Daemon screws his eyes shut tightly. He begins to quiver in anger, in grief, in pure sorrow. He mutters, "anything," he slowly opens his eyes to gaze upon her lifeless face, "better it me than her. There is no world worth living without her."

The woman narrows her eyes at the prince. She knew he was the Targaryen, once heir, known to be rugged and harsh. The Rouge Prince. Yet, there was no trace of malice within his being, only what she would describe as true devotion, true love.

"So, may it be done by the gods old and new," she says, drawing the prince's attention to her, "I will plead for her soul that she may live."

Daemon watches the witch, as she stands to her feet from the ground they were both sprawled on, in front of the body of the dead woman.

"I will plead that she may live long enough to meet you again in another life, so that you may have the love you have now once more."

"Another life?"

"Yes," she says, "the gods recreate humans they are pleased with to grace the earth again. I am certain they will let you be reborn to be with her again. I will make it certain."

Daemon grabs the cold hand that was beginning to stiffen.

"Although, I am unsure if they will allow you to remember her."

"I will remember her," Daemon retorts, kissing the hand of his love, "I will remember her no matter form I take... I will, I must."

"So it remains to be seen," she says before speaking out her incantation.

And it would not be seen until nearly 2000 years later.

The times have changed drastically. Women wore pants and voted. Men where made to take more responsibility for their actions, though still got away with things.

And yet...

... my love for him never faded.

Every prince that was born and named Daemon, I hoped would finally be him. It went about like this century after century, war after war, plague after plague, rise after fall. I had feared the Targaryens would die out, but they proved to be as strong as the very foundations of the earth.

And it took the televised of the marriage of Viserys XXIX to Duchess Aemma of Eyrie for me to see the face of my love: Daemon, the Wild Child, the Knight of Knickers, as penned by the press. Ultimately, the prince of my heart.

I burst into tears when I saw his cheeky face as he nudged his brother at the isle. I pressed my hands on the screen, thinking to myself, the wait was finally over, he was finally here.

All that was left was for me to meet the Prince of Valyria.

Yes. That would be no problem at all.

Except it was, because Daemon was just as mad as he was in this life as he was in the last.

After all, he did not get those nicknames from the press for nothing.

I used up so many of my resources to even just get a glimpse of him. It was hard to catch him in one place. I mostly caught him with a scandalous headline in the cover of magazines and newspapers.

Tonight, it was a newspaper.

"You know," the bartender taps his finger on my newspaper that was sprawled out on his bar, "he's a frequent here."

I turn to the blonde, in his white dress shirt, black waist apron, and black slacks. I raise a brow as he purses his lips as though the information was ground breaking. He wipes on a glass with his blue towel.

"Gee, Aegon," I lean on the surface before me, "I would have never guessed that from the picture on the wall."

I nod at the said picture. It's one of Daemon and the current owner of the bar, Tywin Lannister, who also happened to own Lannister Land Corp, shaking hands. Oh, Lannisters.

"Hey," Aegon shrugs, pulling his lips down in a nuff-said manner, "it had to be said, since you're literally the only patron here that has not interrogated me with questions about the Knight of Knickers."

I snort, "then allow me to change that," I rest my head on my hand, "is he truly so dashing that his looks practically steal the knickers of the ladies around him?"

Aegon finishes buffing his glass and puts it down, looking up in thought, "mmm, I think it's mostly cause he's a prince that he's got the effect he's got. I've got no idea what possessed the first girl to throw her panties at him."

I giggle, "are you saying the prince is ugly?"

"Bit harsh, innit," Aegon pulls back, getting another glass, rubbing it down with his towel, "your words, not mine."

I roll my eyes, shaking my head, as I laugh at the light haired boy's muses, "you know, if we had been living at the height of the Targaryen rule, Daemon would have had your head for that, pretty boy."

"Gods, to be beheaded," he sighed, "a dream, rather than working here, taking about some monarch who lives off the money of the people."

I snort once more. Aegon's face softens as he breaks into a laugh himself.

"No, but honestly," he says putting down the glass and the towel, "you, my dear, are my saving grace. The highlight of my begrudgingly stretched out day," he stretches out a hand to me.

I chuckle at him as I take his hand. He presses a kiss on the back of it, making me grin at him in amusement.

"You're the only sane person here," he releases my hand, "everyone else is so desperate to brush shoulders with the prince, or simply even catch a of whiff of his flatulence."

I break out into a fit of chuckles, slamming firmly at the wood between us.

"No, I'm serious! I heard the fittest gal, a total bombshell, boasting with pride about how she managed a sniff of the bloke's fart."

I'm wheezing with laughter, unable to believe what I'm hearing.

Aegon releases a deep and dramatic sigh, "what has the world come to?"

I wipe a tear as Aegon watches me empty myself of laughter. His face crinkles in a pleased expression, Adam's apple bobbing as he chuckles airily.

I sigh, catching my breath, "well, if I ever become that desperate, I ask that you pray for my soul."

Aegon presses his palms together, "praying for that girl as we speak."

I chuckle, folding the newspaper before me, "I must say, I am actually desperate to meet the wild child myself."

Aegon drops his hands along with his humored expression.

I cannot help but laugh at him as I continue to fold the paper, "though, I would say I am the desperate kind that is so desperate..." I eye him as I press the grey material together, "that I, somehow, dread to meet him at all."

Aegon snorts, screwing his eyes shut as he wipes his face, "the Stranger. Don't say things like that! I nearly had a heart attack believing you."

"No, but it's true, Aegon!" I say with a faux wounded pout, "prince Daemon is my great love, we have been destined to meet for millennia!"

Aegon leans on the table, humming as he nodds his head, "yes, and I suppose I am Aegon the Conqueror."

I lean towards him and grab his jaw, "no, you look more like Aegon II. The spitting image, I dare say."

He scoffs, swatting me off, "I'm hotter than him."

I pull away, "yes. That I can agree with, pretty boy. Personal hygiene does wonders."

Aegon snorts and plays off the blush on his cheeks by wiping his nose with his thumb, "you speak as though you met him."

I straighten up, "that's because I have. He was once my nephew."

He narrows his eyes and crosses his arms. His face contorts at the thought.

I raise my brows at him, "have I not told you I am not only a Targaryen historian, an expert at that, but I am also a patron of the Museum of Ice and Fire? I'm married into their family."

"Okay," he raises a finger, "ew."

I snort.

Aegon lifts his jaw and hums, "well, now that you mentioned it, I always knew you were one of those insanely rich blokes who frequent here. I was thinking you were a mafia boss or something though."

I scoff in amusement, raising my brows at him.

He pushes his white sleeves up then raises his hand in defense, "you have a very intense aura about you."

"That's because you trigger my fight mode," I retort.

He huffs, "do I? I'm scared to know what you'll do to me when I've seen what you do to men who hit on you."

"Aww, don't worry," I coo, "I wouldn't hurt my pretty, baby boy."

Aegon doesn't get to reply when a customer calls his attention. With this, he pulls away and leaves me to my own devices.

We don't get to continue our conversation at all, for it was clear that the rush hour had begun.

I eventually pulled back and decided to entertain myself while my favorite bartender was busy. I swiveled on my stool, looking out to the room, spotting the jukebox collecting dust in the corner. I smile at the sight of it, thinking about how it was still here after all these years, in spite of being older than Aegon.

I stand from my seat and walk over to it.

Aegon, finding one patron missing, frantically looks around then calms, raising a brow.

I place my hands on the jukebox, bending over to check if it was plugged in.

Aegon snorts as he hands a man a beer, eyes not at all fixed on him, "that doesn't work, love."

"Mmm, ye of little faith."

Aegon is annoyed by the man that sits on the vacated stool, blocking his vision. In retaliation, he blocks out the sound of his voice. Aegon calls out, "if you can make that hunkajunk work, I'll clear your tab for you."

I chuckle as I pull the machine forward, checking its wiring, "I wouldn't want to make a kid working on minimum wage to pay for me at all."

"I only said I would clear your tab, doll face," is all he replies before he goes back to tending to drinks again.

I break into chuckles as I fiddle with the wires on the back. I admit, it took me quite a while to go through everything, which was why Aegon warned that he would not call an ambulance for me if I got electrocuted.

The sight of the jukebox coming to life was enough to shut him up.

I get to my feet with a huff, brushing my hands off with each other. I turn to Aegon, who was already looking at me in astonishment, along with a few other people in the room.

I smirk, "my tab then?"

"Good as gone," Aegon shakes his head in disbelief, cutting his hand across his neck.

I release a satisfied sigh as I punch at the hardened buttons and play whatever it was that was available to be played.

When the music starts, I close my eyes and allow myself to drift off with the music. The sound brings back some memories I had in the 1940's. If I recall correctly, it was around this time Daemon's father, King Baelon, was crowned.

I slowly moved to the rhythm of the song, swaying my hips, waving my extended arms out as I made my way to the center of the room.

Aegon stilled in his spot upon seeing this. His breath caught in his throat and he was only brought back to reality when someone demanded a gin. He looked around the room as he poured that idjit his drink and clenched his jaw tightly when he saw the onlooking crowd.

He snorts loudly, grabbing his towel, throwing it over his shoulder roughly, clearing his throat with more noise than necessary.

I smile to myself when I hear Aegon's familiar coughing. He had a tendency to do this whenever men around me started to be a bother. And I loved him dearly for it. He was a sweet boy.

With my eyes still closed, I continue dancing to the soothing song. My smile grows bigger when a section comes that tickles my musical senses. I chuckle as I twirl in my spot.

When I felt a hand come to my waist, I didn't have to open my eyes to know it was Aegon. He wouldn't have let anyone come near me at all without barking up a storm.

I hummed at the scent of him, familiar yet foreign to me at once. He must have changed his cologne. I prefer this one better. He pulls me close when I reach out to him, grabbing one of his hands and placing a palm on his shoulder. His dress shirt is softer than what I imagined it to be.

I am surprised when he leads us into a ballroom dance. In fact, I am so shocked, I open my eyes and see a blur of his white shirt and blonde hair as he spins me around.

I break into a fit of chuckles, screwing my eyes shut in pure bliss when he dips me, "I had no idea you were a dancer, pretty boy."

"Yes, well, journalists don't find it interesting enough to write about."

My eyes burst open at the sound of the deep voice.

My heart is pounding at the sight of the smirking man with silver hair. I nearly faint at the violet irises so close to mine.

"I do say," his hot breath fans on my face, "if we were spotted by one now, they'd have a field day."

I jolt upright and shove the man away. He doesn't seem to be offended by my harsh actions, and, in fact, chuckles as he reels back from my action, "not what I had expected and not the reaction I usually get, but there's a first for everything."

My breath hitches when he smiles at me. I turn from him, to Aegon, who was staring coldly from his place behind the bar. It seems the rest of the people here were doing the same as well, gobsmacked by the presence of the man in the middle of the room

I roll my shoulders back, turning to my dance partner, "Prince Daemon," I mutter, bowing my head slowly, "pardon my rudeness."

He chuckles, waving me off as he stuffs a hand in his pocket, "oh, no need to be so formal, my dear. I can understand the shock," he tilts his head at me, lips still curved, "you surely weren't expecting to be dancing with the prince and thought me to be someone else, no?"

I look at him and stare in silence. For the first time in my life, I was at a loss for words.

Everything was suddenly so real, and it was making my mind and my heart race.

Aegon watches this and clears his throat loudly.

It does not help anyone.

Daemon raises his brows at me in expectation, placing his other hand in his pocket as he leans on one leg.

I open my mouth. A second passes before I mutter, "I thought you were my pretty boy."

His lips spread into a toothy grin. Airy chuckles leave him, "I can be your pretty boy."

When he extends his hand out to me, it was like the heavens opened and I could hear the angels sing.

This was the moment I have been waiting for since that day that I came back to life and kissed him goodbye with a promise of finding him in his next one.

My breath was heavily taxed when I lifted my hand.

My soul nearly leaves me when I jolt in shock over the sound of a record scratching and jumping, repeating over and over again.

In that moment, I am hit by an epiphany. I am so overwhelmed with emotions that I could barely breathe. The sight of Daemon before me brought tears to my eyes. This was all I ever wanted, and yet-- and yet-- I was drowning. I could not breathe properly.

"I..." I shudder, making Daemon's face fall, "I have to go," I mutter through a strained breath.

Daemon knits his brows, shifting in his spot with his hand still out, "what?"

Aegon watched with tightly knit brows as I ran out of the room.

The prince drops his hand and spins on his heels, eyes locked on the runaway. His nostrils flare as his face contorts in confusion, "wait! Stop! Where are you going?!"

I heave heavily as I push past people on my way out. I am absolutely winded when I exit the establishment, hands shivering from both the cold and the nerves that were getting to me in this moment.

I walk aimlessly farther out, down to the lawn that was now dark, since it was gods-know-what hour.

"Wait!"

My heart drops.

I spin around when someone grabs my wrist. My heart is still quick in my chest when I see Daemon, heaving. His short, light hair was slightly tousled in its place. He knits his brows at me, tilting his head, "you dare leave your prince, Cinderella?"

My jaw hangs low.

He releases a sigh, shaking his head, "I forbid it."

Seeing him here and now made everything feel more Real with a capital R.

Daemon adjusts his grip on my wrist, pulling his hand back, so that he was now holding my hand.

I look at him, blinking the glassiness of my eyes away, still in shock of his presence. A million questions were running through my head, and I was glad to be able to even have the mind to ask one in this moment, "do you know me, Daemon?"

He tilts his head upon hearing this, brows knitting, lips curving. He releases a chuckle at the lack of formality and how haphazard the question was, but finds himself further drawn because of it, "no," he shakes his head, "but I would love to know you."

Hearing the words come out of his mouth shatters something in me.

He did not know me.

I turn away from him as I try to even my breath. I retreat my hand and step back as a shiver runs down my spine.

And yet here he was, chasing after me.

Daemon steps forward to make up for the space between us, "don't leave. Come back inside with me. I'll give you my coat, then you can boast that the prince of Valyria gave it to you."

I continue stepping back as I shake my head, "you don't understand," I mutter under my breath in High Valyrian.

"Then make me understand," he retorts in the same tongue with a chuckle as he shakes his head and takes a wide stride over to me, grabbing my hand again.

I gasp at the warmth of his touch. When I turn back to him, tears have finally fallen from my eyes.

Daemon's face hardens at the sight of it. His hand reaches out to my face, wiping the wetness away. The sight of his torn expression tears at me, bringing me more tears.

"Why are you crying?" he asks in High Valyrian.

I do not get to reply, as suddenly there is a loud burst from behind us, commanding both our attentions.

It's Aegon. He busted through the door with my things in his hand. Upon catching the sight of the two of us, he freezes, breathing heavily as the looks out.

Daemon's expression hardens; his grip on me tightens. He turns to me, jealousy coating his mouth when he catches I where I am looking, "is that your pretty boy?"

I do not reply to him as Aegon walks over.

Daemon pulls me close to him. I look up at him with teary eyes. Aegon looks between us, jaw tense as he hands me my bag, coat, and newspaper.

"Thank you, bartender," Daemon dismisses, patting Aegon on the shoulder, before turning from him to face me again.

When I catch Aegon's face, I finally have the wits to move.

I pull away from Daemon to put my coat on. I swallow a heavy lump in my throat at feel of the stares of the two men.

Once I have my coat on, I pull a card from my bag, handing it to Daemon. He wastes no time in taking it from me, immediately scrutinizing it.

"I'd..." I start, taking a deep breath, "like to see you again."

Daemon's eyes dart to me, breaking into a smile.

Butterflies explode in my stomach at the sight of him.

Aegon's face tenses.

I release a breath before asking, "when are you fr-"

"Whenever," Daemon blurts. He places the card in the breast pocket of his white shirt, "I'm free whenever."

I nod slowly at his words, "I have work tomorrow, but I do have a long lunch at 12-

"I'll call you a 11:55."

I purse my lips at his words, trying to hold back my chuckle, but failing, "11:55?"

Daemon grins, nodding once, "on the dot."

I chuckle, turning to my feet as I nod at his words, "11:55 then."

"On the dot," he nods, extending a hand out to rub his thumb on my cheek.

I turn to him just as Daemon pulls away and stuffs his hands back in his pockets, "I'll walk you."

I shake my head, turning to Aegon, who was still standing there, watching the whole interaction between us, "you don't have to. I have a car parked nearby."

"Then I'll walk you to your car."

I turn back to Daemon, who then offers his arm out to me. I smile, unable to deny him, or myself, of the offer. I take his arm, and the next moment, he leads us off.

I turn over my shoulder, raising a hand at Aegon while I offer him a smile, "see you, Aegon."

Aegon watches as I turn back.

There is a twisted feeling inside him that grows. He mutters softly. It is too soft for anyone but himself to hear, "see you."

[ddollfface]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠…

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘅 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗕𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼

"Sorry, I texted you when I was drunk...I just think about you all the time :(("

"She's my best friend, and, yeah, I might be in love with her, what about it?"

Trigger Warnings; talking about breaking into your house (it'll make sense later lol), hinting at yandere behaviors, fluff, somewhat gaslighting, reader is referred to as a girl, lesbians ig idk (is that a warning??) If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ Just a small scenario about some new ocs! And they come as a pair btw! If you have any other ideas abt them, then request something! Or anything, I'm running out of ideas LOL-! Hope you have a good day/night <333

God, this is horrible...

It's always like this when it comes to them, it's like their water and oil, fire and ice, the moon and sun. They're constantly bickering and fighting, always pulling each others' hair, and there's never a moment where they're not insulting the other. For some odd, reason, which you don't know, they just hate each other.

No matter how many times you've tried getting them to settle this drawn-out dispute, they never solve it. If anything, it makes it worse. It causes them to just argue more and turn to you as the judge, making you choose between the two.

Now, you're stuck in this shitty situation, having to choose between two of your friends. Lovesick!Friend has always been there for you, sticking by your sick through thick and thin, comforting you when you got dumped, and helping you study when you were struggling in math. Lovesick!Friend is a little awkward, but she means well. She can't help if she's a little anti-social, if anything, it's endearing to you.

While, on the other hand, Lovesick!Bimbo has been nothing but a sweetheart, always introducing you to new people, though you suspect they're her ex-hookups. She's always helping you with your make-up, picking outfits, and being a funny companion. Lovesick!Bimbo, though she's an airhead, has a heart of gold and she'll never pass an opportunity to comfort you. She's always hugging your arm, kissing you on the cheek, and providing that feminine comfort.

But now they're putting you in this situation, having to choose between the two. That's the hard thing, you can't. You really can't imagine your life without either one of them. They're both great friends to you and it'd be pretty depressing if you had a fallout with one of them. And the situation hasn't lightened up; it's gotten worse. It's starting to become too big of a problem, one that you can't brush under the rug.

It's escalated to where they're "breaking" into your apartment, and you use that term loosely. As the two aren't even sneaky about it! They both just waltz into your home like they own the place! And all you get in return is a, calm down, I just want to spend more time with you, y'know? I mean, with finals week and all... or a, Come on, babesss!! We're, like, so close! There's no point in trying to get away from me!!

Both trying to spend more time with you. Though, when you think about it, you're not too sure how they got your keys 'cause you sure as hell didn't give it to them...

But that's beside the point, it's getting really irritating for you. You'll be coming home from a tiring day of work, only for you to find LoveSick!Bimbo asleep on your bed or rummaging through your clothes, which you're not too sure on what she's looking for. Or you'll find LoveSick!Friend cooking dinner in your kitchen. Once you even walked into the two having a full-on fistfight in your living room!!

And these little incidents lead to moments like this: where you're pressed between the two, stuck in a drawn-out cuddle session.

...

LoveSick!Bimbo had just stopped by, wanting to drop off some cupcakes for your mama, who was stuck in the hospital after surgery. Such a sweet girl she is, doing such a kind thing for you, though her excitement was cut short after seeing you and LoveSick!Friend lying on the couch. The two of you were far too close for her liking. Baby!!! What are you doing, cuddling without meee! Why are you abandoning me like thiss-!

LoveSick!Bimbo then threw a hissy fit. She stomped her sparkly heels and pursed her pretty lips, you could even see tears swell in her eyes. She set the cupcakes on the counter and ran over to the two of you. She pushed past LoveSick!Friend and squeezed herself between the two of you. She wrapped her arms around your waist, tucking her face into your neck, and holding you against her chest like her life depended on it. Of course, LoveSick!Friend wasn't having it. She tried pulling the girl off of you but to no avail. God dammit, you prick, get off of her!! You're gonna kill her!

LoveSick!Bimbo just held on tighter. She pressed herself against you, not wanting to let go. Not even noticing how her tits were right in your face, causing your mind to go fuzzy and face to flush. She even made a smug comment about how you shouldn't be afraid, babes, you can touch 'em if ya' want ;)

LoveSick!Friend scoffed, pushing against LoveSick!Bimbo's face, trying to push her off the two of you. She tried situating herself so that she was closer to you than LoveSick!Bimbo, but the other was stubborn, not wanting to let you up. The two proceeded to have a mini tug-of-war, with you being the prize. The girls shifted positions and moved you around, not seeming to care if they were groping you too much, until they came to an agreed position.

You were stuck between the two girls, lying on LoveSick!Friend, with LoveSick!Bimo pressed against your chest. LoveSick!Friend had her hands playing with your hair, giving you a free massage, while LoveSick!Bimbo was practically groping your boobs. Her face snug in your cleavage, your arms wrapped around your hips, foundling with your love handles. All the while, LoveSick!Friend pressed her face in the crook of your neck, pressing kisses on the junction of your neck and shoulder. You could feel her bouncy curls tickle your skin, causing you to squirm.

All this was too much, you were feeling too much in too little time. It was all overwhelming, having two, very attractive, girls cuddle up to you. And it feels wrong, feeling this way, seeing as they're your friends. But one can't control their heart...right?

It felt awkward; you really didn't know what to do, so you just wrapped your arms around LoveSick!Bimbo's shoulders, bringing her body closer to yours. This only caused LoveSick!Bimbo to squeal, tightening her grip on you and whispering small praises about how you're so frickin' cute! I could just eat ya' up! Love ya' and 'ur sweet curves! EEK-!

Only for LoveSick!Friend to grumble and tell LoveSick!Bimbo to shut it with the squealing, you're hurting her ears, you dimwit.

You could only chuckle at the scene. The constant bickering was growing on you, maybe this isn't too bad...

[notmyprey]

Annon sent me an ask with a lot of Ninjagº sfw vore prompts, and this one caught my eye specifically, and I want to dedicate a post to it.

I dont have time to draw much, but yall can have a short story-

(Also, wanna preface this with: no, I dont ship Lloyd and Kai. They have a sibling bond imo, and idk it'd be kinda weird with the age gap for a lot of the show. But I'm not gonna send hate to those who do see it like that. Just know this is written with a sibling bond in mind.

Also, this is written abt Lloyd after he grew up and matured a bit. So like- season 5+ Lloyd)

Click

The sound was faint, yet Lloyd knew exactly what it meant. Drop, cover, and prey to the gods it wasn't aimed towards you. Not even a moment after he dove behind the nearest bolder did he hear the thundering boom followed by the bright flash. Wind rushed past him, throwing ash and debris his way. The deafening sound echoed through his very core. It never seemed to end, his body left still shaking minutes after it was done. The cavern bounced the noise, rolling it off one wall and onto the next. It felt like it lasted ages within the few minutes it actually occurred.

The fighting, the punching, the swords, and the guns, all of these never fazed him. But explosions? Those were his weaknesses. His mind would always race back to his past and, consequently, his father. Lloyd didnt know exactly why it reminded him of his dad, but the fact that, like his father, an explosion would hurt anyone, even those on its own side, seemed to be a part of it.

The cavern soon quieted down, but his fear did not. The images of his father still fresh in his mind. He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of the haze he was in.

Him and Kai had gone into a cavern alone since there were 3 diverging paths. Up until now, we had only encountered arrow traps and small pits. But this? This was a new threat.

Was it over, the blast? He wondered, slowly inching towards the edge of the rock. He turned his head, looking for the brightness that would signal it was not over, yet all he was met with was dark.

He peered his head around the bolder, scanning for any sight of Kai. The smoke and ash coated his vision, making it ever more difficult to locate him. After a moment, though, he spotted Kai's fiery red suit. No matter how quickly he wanted to rush over to him, he needed to keep low as to breathe in the least amount of smoke, and he needed to scan for any more explosive traps. So, as such, he slowly inched his way along the cave floor.

By the time he made it to Kai, he could see Kai was in bad condition. His breathing was uneven, meaning he probably breathed in a lot of smoke and ash, and although he didn't seem to have any burns, he still had a lot of cuts and bruises from flying rocks.

Lloyd turned his gaze upward once more, showing the smoke had mostly cleared now. Normally, he would call Cole, Zane, or even Kai over, and one of them would be able to swallow whoever was hurt down. But now, there was no one else but him and the now injured Kai.

He forced his head back towards Kai, who had now opened his eyes. "Hey," Lloyd started, unsure of how to even approach this, "uh... how are you feeling."

A small smile tugged at Kai's lips, even through the pain. "I-", he devolved into a short coughing fit but slowly gained his ability to speak once more, "I have been better." He had to stop to take a breath after every word, something that worried Lloyd further.

Lloyd nodded and continued to fumble over his words. "I... I think it's maybe best... maybe if I..."

"It's ok, do what you have to do, kid." Kai gave a weak but reassuring smile, which gave Lloyd that little extra confidence he needed to continue. Kai knew what had to happen, and Lloyd did too. Kai couldn't stay on the ground here, and Lloyd couldn't carry him either for fear of hurting him further.

Taking a deep breath in, Lloyd stretched his arms out above Kai, holding his palms down, and his fingers stretched out as well. He softly recited the words taught to him. He himself had only done this twice before, but both times were in a controlled setting, and neither times had he actually been the one to eat the person that was shrunken down. Green light fluttered down from his palms, brushing downward with grace. As he finished, he saw Kai quickly start to shrink down.

Soon, Kai was a bit shorter than Lloyds hand from top to bottom. It was strange, seeing Kai so small and fragile. In his mind, Kai was his stronger older brother, the one who had always taken care of him. And now, Lloyd had to be the one to take care of Kai.

He pried Kai off the ground, gently rolling him into his hands and carefully curling his fingers a bit to create a barrier so Kai wouldn't roll immediately off his hands. He lifted Kai to his face, prompting a small groan to come from Kai, who was probably in a lot of pain now that the adrenaline was wearing off.

Now that he was face to face with Kai, Lloyd felt the need to say something. Cole and Jay normally said some sort of joke before eating someone, and Zane normally comforted them, but Kai, he would say something motivational. Perhaps that's why Lloyd always gave so many motivational speeches before missions.

Right now, though, as he thought on what to say, he found that he couldn't really say anything. He was speechless. He couldn't find the words to say to make Kai more comfortable. So he didn't. Instead, he gently brought Kai to his chest, giving him a sort of hug, and held him there for a moment. Kai's breathing slowed, and just for a moment, it felt as though everything was alright again.

Lloyd brought Kai back up to his face, smiling once more before gathering up the courage to open his mouth.

He maneuvered his hands, allowing him to slowly slide Kai onto his tongue. Immediately, Lloyd tasted blood and ashes on Kai's suit. He had to stop himself from gagging. Fighting every instinct that told Lloyd not to eat Kai, he slid him further into his mouth. Finally, only Kai's feet remained outside his lips, but due to how small his mouth is, he couldn't slip them inside without beginning to swallow Kai first. No matter what he did, Lloyd couldn't seem to get any saliva on Kai, his mouth joining in on telling him not to eat what his body must think is poison.

Regaurdless, he took a loud, thick swallow. Although it didn't do much, it did succeed in sending Kai's head into his throat and Kai's feet into his mouth. He promptly clamped his mouth shut behind him and desperately tried to get any amount of saliva in his dry mouth to coat Kai with.

It was horriblely uncomfortable having just a small portion of Kai in his throat. It kept triggering his need to swallow, but he couldn't yet. He knew he needed Kai to be at least lightly coated in drool to get him down, as learned from Jay not doing that once and nearly choking. Finally, after what seemed like too long, his mouth decided to cooperate, drenching Kai in thick goopy saliva.

He gave in to the instinct to swallow, almost happy to get rid of the unpleasant feeling of having someone on the edge of his throat. Kai slipped deeper into Lloyds throat, his muscles idly helping him along. With each gulp, Kai slipped further out of his mouth until finally he was gone. Now, a great lump sat in the middle of his throat. As he continued swallowing, Kai drifted deeper and deeper within him. When Kai went past his heart, he couldn't help but stop breathing for a moment.

After a bit longer, Kai drifted even further down and now was nearing his stomach. Lloyd braced himself. All of his brothers had told him this was the strangest part, but what he felt no amount of his brothers describing could ever replicate. At first, the feeling was sickening. A sudden bout of pressure built up inside his stomach, and it wasn't exactly pleasant. But after that initial sickness came the feeling similar to a hug.

He could feel Kai pressing against his stomach much more than he had originally thought he would have been able to feel. His stomach stretched a bit to accommodate for Kai's presence, and it didn't feel unnatural. As the last of Kai finally slipped into his stomach, Lloyd brought his hand up to his middle.

Gently, he pressed where he felt Kai, and to his surprise, Kai, although weakly, pressed back. This small pressure sent a strange shiver up his spine. He was able to keep Kai safe, ever so so safe. Nothing could get to Kai without going through him first. All those years of Kai helping him, he was finally able to start to pay him back.

Not being able to help the small smile that tugged at his lips, Lloyd got up, continuing on down the cave in search of their mission.

So yah, sorry I kinda took the turn of, whether Lloyd wants to or not- but yeah I still loved this prompt and idk I may make more stories based off of this prompt alone lol.

[grandlinedreams]

I don’t know if you’ve done something like this before..but could maybe write about a time where reader took care of zoro and then one where he took care of you??

Thank you!!!

Absolutely I can do that for you!! Idk abt anyone else but the softness of taking care of someone when they're sick/hurt,,oof

[Heads up!: fluff, tiny bit of angst, Zoro being Zoro, mention of injuries, mention of being sick]

"Hold still."

Zoro tries to do as you ask, though the tickle of thread pulled through his skin makes him twitch, and he grunts when you swat at his upper arm. "What was that for?"

"I said hold still!"

"I'm trying, damn it!" Zoro huffs, brow furrowed as he does his best not to move any further. "Don't understand why you're the one doin' this anyways."

"Because Chopper is busy taking care of Luffy and Sanji," you explain, holding the black thread taut and snipping it. "And you were already injured, but you popped your stitches." You pause. "Would you rather I let you bleed to death?"

"Guess not."

You pause, raising an eyebrow. "You guess? That's not much of an answer, Zoro." Your expression softens. "Try not to get torn up too many times, okay? I worry about you."

"Don't have to," Zoro grumbles, then studies your handiwork of neat stitches rather the bleeding, ragged mess it'd been when he popped them. "Thanks, I guess."

"No problem." He listens to the click of the first aid kit, the shadow that falls over him as you stand. "Guess I owe you one."

"Not at all." You know he'll probably want to take a nap, and you prepare to take your leave before you glance at him. "We're crewmates, Zoro. We look out for each other."

"Yeah, fair point."

You watch as he leans back, mindful of the fold of his arms behind him as he closes his eyes. You wish you could do as he does, though you understand why he has the knack for sleeping anywhere.

Still, you smile. "Sleep well, Zoro."

ㅡ

You're burning up.

It'd been bad luck to get caught in a bout of nasty weather, the sudden switch from bright and sunny to cold and rainy coming with very little warning, even with Nami's skills.

You'd been busy making sure that the Sunny wasn't battered too badly by the swell of waves and fixing things that'd been shifted with the violent rocking to change clothes ㅡ and now you're paying for it.

Though Chopper had diagnosed it as nothing to be too worried about, Zoro still doesn't like the flush to your cheeks and heat that radiates from your forehead, your breathing strained and uneven.

So he takes it upon himself to keep an eye on you. If anyone asks, it's because his normal spots to nap have lost their appeal at the moment ㅡ but if the look Robin gives him is any indication, she at least knows there's more to it.

Zoro is far from a perfect caretaker, but he tries. He soaks a rag in cold water, squeezes it, then settles it on your forehead, hoping to bring your fever down. When it dries out, he repeats the process.

You drift in and out of fevered sleep, and he listens to the little mumbles ㅡ often of your crewmates, including him. He wonders what you're dreaming about that includes him ㅡ and if it's good.

He highly doubts that it's much in part to him, but he's still pleased when you finally wake enough to want food ㅡ and he goes to get it for you before you can protest.

"Don't need you gettin' everyone else sick," he tells you when he returns with a bowl of soup. (He hadn't even threatened to chuck it at Sanji, who'd been surprised at the lack of verbal barb from the swordsman.)

"What about you?"

He scoffs. "I don't get sick."

The look you give him says you're far from believing that, but you turn your attention to the soup instead. Managing to get at least half of it down, you let Zoro finish the rest of it. (Much as he hates that stupid cook, he does make good food.)

"Thank-you for looking after me." Zoro watches as you sink back down into the heavy mess of blankets, likes to think that there's a little more healthy color to your face.

"Yeah, yeah." He looks away. "It's like you said. We're crewmates, we gotta look out for each other." You stare at him, and he huffs. "Right?"

Your expression softens. "Right."

(You get better after another day or two. And when Zoro does actually catch what you had, you're the one who offers to take care of him.)

[juyomiao]

take the chance - ricky

ricky x gn!reader

genre: fluff !!! , best friends to lovers

word count: 791

warnings: ENGLISH ISNT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!! so theres going to be mistakes !!! , alcohol consumption but its barely mentioned , is it considered underage drinking if it'd only be considered as underage drinking in countries where the drinking age is above 18/19 ,, (i feel bad for u if u r from any of those countries fr)

note: first actually written work im kinda # nervous my writing skills r .. definitely writing !! this is cringe cliché and based on a dream i had like a month ago . yes im a lesbian yes i dream abt kissing ricky thats completely normal . (friends dont read this i want to disappear rn as i speak)

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You've been to countless parties since the half of the previous school year when your best friend Ricky became popular out of nowhere. You still don't know where that popularity came from, he's always been good looking, it's not like he had some kind of glow up.

Sometimes you think it's more of a curse than a blessing, with all the times you've been dragged to a party you were not invited to because Ricky, being the introvert he is, refuses to go anywhere without you and, consequently, getting dirty looks from everyone for tagging along and 'leeching' off of Ricky's popularity.

Even now, when people have more or less come to terms with the fact that you two are a package deal, you still despise parties, only appreciating a few things about them, like drinking for free and… nothing else, really.

It's not like Ricky enjoys them either, he'd rather stay home with you and watch some romance drama as you eventually fall asleep with your head on his shoulder. But it's not like he can reject every single invite thrown at him. So you two came to a compromise: one weekend at a party, one weekend at your house.

The boredom of awkwardly standing in a corner as you silently watch yet another drunk couple make out, careless of the countless other people surrounding them, soon gets to you, and you blurt out a question.

"Have you ever kissed someone?"

Ricky's calm expression falters for a second, his eyes widening. He just hopes the dimly lit room is hiding the blush creeping on his cheeks.

He's your best friend, how do you not know?

Well, Ricky is a private person and, even having known him for years, he barely talks about his romantic life, so you've never dared prying into it.

"Of course," he says, after composing himself "You?"

You shake your head, breaking eye contact with him. "And I don't think it's going to happen any time soon," you sigh. At this point, it's a hopeless mission.

Ricky is convinced if it wasn't for the loud music in the background, everyone would be able to hear the cogs turning in his brain as it processes this information.

His best friend – whom he has had a crush on since forever – has never kissed someone.

Ricky looks at you through the corner of his eye, wondering if he should take the chance and possibly change your relationship forever – for the better or the worse, he doesn't know.

To you, though, it just looks like he's side-eyeing you with his usual unreadable expression, and you think you fucked up. You assume he's judging you, because not only are you a complete, bitchless loser, but you brought the conversation up yourself.

"Forget it, I don't know why I said that, sorry, now you probably think I'm weird and…" you start rambling, and to Ricky, that's the cutest thing he has ever seen.

God, he's really that down bad.

Suddenly, an idea pops up in his head.

"Can I kiss you?"

The abrupt question leaves you speechless, your words dying in your mouth as you look at him like he has grown a second head.

"What?" It sounds dumb once you say it, but you genuinely think you misheard him. There's no way Ricky, of all people, would ask you something like that.

Ricky smiles, "I said," he turns with his shoulder leaning on the wall so he can look at you directly "Can I kiss you?"

You blink at him, dumbfounded "Wha- what? Did you… what? Did you actually say that? Am I hearing this right?"

Ricky nods, clearly amused by your reaction

"If this is a joke, it's not funny, like, at all."

"Why would I be joking?" Ricky's expression goes back to deadpan serious, he inches closer to your face "So? Is this a yes?"

You nod slowly, still trying to process what's happening. You shouldn't want this, you shouldn't be so tempted to kiss your best friend. But you are.

Before you can overthink it any further, Ricky closes the space between you two. He's hesitant at first, his lips barely brushing against yours, but when you clumsily try to reciprocate the kiss, he takes the lead.

It doesn't feel special, or magic, or like anything else people have described their first kiss as. It's just two best friends who realized their feelings for each other. And to you, that's perfect.

"So… now what?"

"How about we get out of here and go on a date?" You sigh, shaking your head, "Ricky, it's…" you check your phone "1 AM, where would we even go?"

He seems to genuinely think about it for a solid one or two minutes "McDonald's?"

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note 2 bc i cant stfu : WHY IS THE ENDING SO RUSHED I WANT TO SCREAM.. but i've wanted to post this for like a week now so im posting it anyways , pls leave some feedback if u liked it 🫶🏻

[windywriter]

I think something a lot of people forget abt botan mikey is that he isnt doing this just to be cruel. Hes doing it because he cares so damn much. Like, the entire reason botan exsists (to me) is mikey's way of concentrating the cycle of violence on himself. Like, during the execution hes barely paying attention. Yes he shoots takemichi but i think he does it 1 bc his dark urges have so seemlessly melded with him he doesnt even hesitate to kill and 2 its a warning.

Like i feel like hes let botan become so violent and dangerous to 1) keep others from hurting those he loves and 2) to keep those he loves away from him. Like, considering draken's warning i wouldnt be surprised if he learned the hard way to not approach mikey anymore. Its a lil sad but i think mikey blames himself for starting this cycle of violence once he got a hunch abt shinichiro. So he takes the burden on himself. I mean, look at the executives of botan. Theyre scraps of tenjiku and the black dragons. Both groups that were important to Mikey's family and are both reminders about how he utterly failed them. Sanzu is also a sort of sour reminder to mikey abt what he did and turned him into.

Opinions/angst ideas below

Like if you did wanna do a self insert, mikey would probably push you away and act like he doesnt know you at best. At worst, well, we all saw how takemichi almost ended up. At most hed probably just send ppl to check up on you every once in a while. And even if you did somehow manage to stay with him, it honestly might be worse. Like congrats, you get to watch the man you love slowly descend into a husk of what he once was. You mightve been able to be one of the people who kept his dark urges suppressed but with everything that happened + his idea that he has to take on all burdens as penance. You will at best lessen the symptoms. If anything your relationship will probably devolve into the only thing keeping you two together is the faint attachment that Mikey has towards you (i mean he still eats taiyaki) and the scraps of your love diluted by pity and grief.

Itd probably be heart breaking when mikey realizes he cant let you go and you wont let go either. Like, youre fucked. The both of you are so completely and utterly fucked and theres no escaping it. You were doomed the moment you said you would stay. Bc youre the last thing that makes him feel anything besides misery and he is painstakingly familiar with what happens to people who are like that. So I feel like Botan Mikey wouldn't be a yandere in the traditional sense where he'd keep you locked away forever. It'd be more he desperately wants to cling to you but at the same time hes just waiting for the other shoe to drop even though he desperately does not want that to happen.

[pjsk-writin]

This absolute genius just popped into my head 5 minutes ago-

So pjsk boyos reaction to their s/o using their favorite petname on them. Like, for example, their favorite thing to call you is darling, and instead you call them darling so now they can't call you their favorite petname

(Lmao sorry if that's confusing I tried 😭😭)

And also could I be 🦊 anon?? I'm hoping to come back and interact some more :))

weheh, dw abt it being confusing !! I wrote what i thought would fit the characters so Tsukasa's isn't exactly following the request, but ya !! and ofc, welcome aboard 🦊 anon !! I hope you like this !! <3

♡ STOLEN PET NAME - Akito Shinonome, Toya Aoyagi, Tsukasa Tenma and Rui Kamishiro x Reader

Akito:

Akito honestly was way too embarrassed to use pet names with you at first-

However, as he grows more comfortable with the concept, he decides that calling you "babe" works the best for him!

One day, you have the idea to call him babe in return. After all, you usually called him something else

You walk up to him with a big grin, and he glances at you with a slightly confused look

"Hey babe, what's up?" "Nothing much, babe!" His eyes widen slightly, and he stares at you

"...Did you just take my thing?-" "What thing, babe?" He scoffs, yeah, you were totally taking his thing

"You know, my...What I call you!" "Hmm, well I don't know what you're talking about, babe!" He stares at you before shaking his head, "You're...You're so annoying-"

He really doesn't know what else to call you, so he's just a flustered mess as you continue to call him babe. At least you know what to do if you want to make his face red <3

Toya:

Toya just straight up doesn't comprehend the concept of pet names until he starts dating you-

After you start calling him a couple, though, he looks some up on his own time. He decides that calling you "love" was really nice!

One day, you decide that you want to see how he'd react to you calling him love in return. Considering his lack of knowledge on pet names, it'd be fun!

You walk up to him with a big grin, and he turns his attention to you

"Oh, hello love, how are you?" "I'm doing okay! How about you, love?" He blinks, looking at you with awe

"Ah- Um...I'm alright, love." You smile slightly, his face was a bit red. "That's good to hear! Say, love, would you like to do something with me?"

He simply nods, looking at you with wide eyes. You take his hand in yours and walk off

Needless to say, he's practically stunned to silence when you call him love. He's definitely not used to being flustered, so you can use it to your advantage <3

Tsukasa:

Tsukasa may seem like he doesn't think too much on pet names, but he does! He's quite the romantic when left alone

It takes him a lot of testing on his own for him to settle on calling you "his co-star"! It fits his position as a future star, after all!

One day, you decide to see how he reacts to you calling him your star in return. The idea had never occurred to you, and you wanted to see how it would go!

You walk up to him with a big grin, and he simply returns

"Ah, hello my lovely co-star! How are you?" "I'm good, my lovely star! How about you?" His face immediately turns red-

"...Can you say that again?" "Hm? Say what, my lovely star?" He practically beams at you before he scoops you up in his arms, twirling you around

He doesn't speak after that, just laughing and grinning in pure glee. He knew he was a future star, but being called your star, well...It made him happier than he could ever express!

Needless to say, he asks you to call him your star a lot more after that! He loves being your star <3

Rui:

Out of everyone, pet names come to Rui the easiest. He teases people a lot, so why wouldn't something that can make you so easily red come to him easily?

He has many pet names that he likes to call you, but his personal favorite is "dearest"! It lets you know how dear you are to him

One day, you decide to call him dearest in return. He always seemed to love that one, and you wanted to see how he'd react

You walk up to him with a big grin, and he can already tell you're up to something

"Ah, hello dearest. What's going on?" "Nothing much, dearest! Are you doing anything?" He looks at you before grinning in return

"No, I'm not! You seem to be up to something, though." "Oh? What could I possibly be up to, dearest?" Did he really manage to catch on so soon?-

He leans closer to you, practically whispering in your ear as he speaks. "As adorable as you are, dearest, I promise that I have more pet names than that. Would you like me to call you them?"

Whether you want him to or not, he proceeds to call you every single pet name he can think of. There's a lot, and he delights in how red you are <3

[dilatorywriting]

Question! regarding vil and perhaps, leona as a s/o, i'd like to ask if you have any angst thoughts abt them?? do you think vil would be controlling or leona being too 'i-dont-give-a-fuck' type of person? TRUTHFULLY, i feel like vil being too controlling would be because he wants to bring out the best in someone he loves which Yuu/Reader would understand while Leona is someone who is more 'subtle' or shows his affection or care thru words or actions.

ANOTHER QUESTION I'M SORRY IF YOU'RE OVERWHELMED but, if you ever continue your Heroes Vs. Villains stories.. would you make a Mufasa-like character to be the 'Hero' in the story? (i've been wondering for a while if you ever did think of one! cuz i assumed that Heartslabyul would be Alice, Scarabia = Aladdin, Ignihyde = Hercules)

LASTLY IN MONSTER MAYHEM, what 'monster' do you think Vil or Riddle would be? 👁👁

Oh my I have so many thoughts on these poor bois and they would have So Many Issues.

Which of their habits would be more 'angsty' I think would depend on the individual and their own preferences--because they basically sit at opposite ends of the same sliding scale (Vil caring objectively far too much, and Leona not enough. All based around the same fear of themselves not being worth it). Personally, Leona's apathy would sting far more for me than Vil's obsessiveness, but everyone vibes differently.

For Leona, I feel like he's so ingrained into the 'why try when I'll never get anywhere' mentality that it would cause a lot of issues. Because it's one thing already to not be putting effort into a relationship. It is another entirely to very openly and actively show that that's your intent. Like I know for me, I would absolutely break if I went to talk to someone about how I feel like they don't actually care, and they just scoffed and were like 'yeah no why would I? What makes you worth it?' Whether they mean it or not (and surely Leona wouldn't actually mean it. He's just lying to save his own sorry skin), feeling like you're not worth anything when you care so much in return is a genuinely miserable experience, and in my opinion, it's very very hard to come back from that unless said reciprocating person is super chill and understanding. For someone who had, say, already pre-existing self-worth issues, that would just be the end of it. So I think in turn to counteract that, Leona would need someone who was very sure in themselves. Not like egotistical, but someone with a very strong sense of self and independence that could handle that weaponized apathy of his. Because that is just a recipe for absolute disaster--a perpetual spiral of being ignored, feeling upset about being ignored, being ignored harder out of making a point that he really doesn't give a shit, and just ack. An absolute nightmare.

As for Vil, I see a lot of his inevitably controlling behavior being born of that same sort of 'I'm not good enough' fear Leona has, just... being terribly misdirected. Like, he would certainly push you in a good way! Doing his best to keep you healthy, and happy, and moving towards being the best you that you want to be. I just think with him one of the big things is that when you have so many of your own confidence issues, cruelty starts to feel like white noise. When your own head is constantly spewing all kinds of vitriol at yourself, you start to think it's normal. So I'm sure he'd accidentally casually say something absolutely bitingly mean. And maybe it'd only really hit when you were already having a bad day. But it would, and it would suck. And he would feel terrible about it. Which would unfortunately just feed into the rest of it. Because he has to be better, to make up for it. And that means taking his role as your guardian and self-proclaimed instructor up to the nth degree, because he has to be the best for you to also be the best. Which might only exacerbate the unpleasant comments or controlling behavior. The big difference with Vil I think though, or at least what makes the difference for me, is that I don't think there would ever be any doubt there that he does care. It's that he cares too much and too hard that's the problem. While Leona pushes away, Vil claws in as close as he possibly can. And depending on how you deal with that sort of codependence, it could definitely cause a lot of strife. If you're someone who isn't particularly independent or strongwilled, someone who likes being given direction and purpose (*cough* like I may or may not be *Cough*) then you're going to probably be able to handle that a lot better than someone who was already very strong in their own sense of self and where they stand in life.

But ahh!! Sorry for the absolute SLOG of a ramble. I just love both their Problematic Personalities SO MUCH, and Vil in particular is my favorite.

For the rest of the ask!

The thought with Leona for a Heroes vs Villains was to have it be a Him vs His Family sort of situation majoritively, with a surprise guest in the form of a Twist-ififed character I shant say. In case I do ever get around to writing it. (but I will go hint hint and say there's only so many villainous animal characters in disney movies. so like. do with that what you will. And also like, lions vs tigers--always a vibe 😉 anywho!)

For Monster Mayhem, I've decided Vil 100% is a siren. Have the outline for it ready to go and everything. Riddle I picture as a Sphynx sort of creature, with a massive penchant for trapping people with his strange, archaic, laws

[haonote]

november to december - xu minghao x reader

warnings reader celebrates christmas. also all characters (excluding parents ofc) are 17 genre highschool au!strangers to tutor/student to friends to lovers, slow burn (not really.) mutual pining notes this is my longest fic ever (nearly 3k words!) so PLS SUPPORT🙏 ive been thinking abt high school romance w hao it'd be soo cute come on.. he just screams first love/hs bf lets be fr! and then those dream concept teasers dropped and i couldn't stop myself anymore i had to write hs bf minghao! big thx to lee/@skeletor-ify for proofreading 🥹🫶

you first saw him when you were waiting for dawon in front of her locker. you and him didn't have any classes together, not this semester, at least. you asked dawon who he was once she finally came to her locker. "oh, i don't know his name. he's in my dance class, though- he's, like, really good. why, do you like him or something?" she asked excitedly. you didn't answer. you didn't see him much, but when you did you would almost freeze. sometimes, he'd look back at you and smile. other times he wouldn't notice you.

it was at the library, when he took a seat at the table across from you, that you really made up your mind to ask him out. or at least ask him for his number. or just try to talk to him? but when dawon started up a conversation with him and his friend, you didn't do anything. you just stood beside her awkwardly, laughing at the jokes the three of them (mostly his friend, dokyeom) made. at one point, you started leaving, thinking the conversation was over, only stopped by dawon asking you why you were leaving. by the time you and dawon really left, your cheeks were red and you were holding back tears. at least you had learned his name- minghao.

when you got home, you went to your room and screamed into your pillow. god, you must have looked so fucking dumb and weird not saying anything. he probably hated you and thought you were ugly, your smile was ugly, anyways. fuck! you wished you could turn back time and talk to him more, add to the conversation, at least introduce yourself. you couldn't stop thinking about how much you messed up- it kept you up all night, which only made you feel worse about your appearance in the morning. you walked to your friend's locker again once the bell rang, your brain and heart torn between hoping minghao wouldn't be at his locker and hoping he would be. but your brain won, for better or for worse. he wasn't at his locker, and he wasn't there the next day, or the day after that. in fact, he wasn't there for the rest of the week. you didn't see him in the halls, either, even though your friend told you he was at her photography class. was he avoiding you? you couldn't help but think so. maybe it was for the better, you were losing sleep over him and had your finals coming up soon. and it was better if he didn't speak to you. you'd probably embarrass yourself again if he did. it was stupid of you to end up liking a guy that you barely even knew in the first place- a guy who didn't even know your name.

when you walked down the stairs, through the basement doors and to your friend's locker once more, you were hoping he would be there. just so you would know he wasn't trying to avoid you. he was there, putting on his winter coat, and you felt your stomach flip inside out when he looked at you and smiled. against your better judgement, you walked up to him and asked, "oh my god, where were you?" "sorry, i've been going to after school classes. my parents want me to do well on the finals this year." "are they at the school?" "yeah, in room 301- ms. chen's class." "oh, okay."

"oh, okay"? what kind of answer was that?" your head was in your hands. "come on, don't dwell on that. he probably told you the room number because he wants you to come. you two don't have any classes together, maybe he wants to get to know you better." dawon had dragged you to a starbucks once you told her that you talked to minghao, begging you to tell her everything. "and he wants to get to know me better through a finals prep class? seriously?" you took a sip of your iced coffee. "he was probably just being nice." "he said he was doing it for his parents- maybe he doesn't really care about the class, or it's boring so he wanted you to join so he'd have someone to talk to." "he barely knows me, let's be for real. also, if he's doing it for his parents then he probably cares." she sighed. "just go to the class. even if it's just one time, kay? if he talks to you, i'm right and he likes you. if he ignores you, you're right and he doesn't like you." you opened your mouth to argue against her idea, but stopped yourself. "fine."

the next day you didn't go to her locker. you went straight to room 301, where you immediately made eye contact with minghao. he smiled and waved, patting the empty seat beside him, which you took a seat in. "i didn't think you'd actually come," what did he mean by that? was he upset you came? probably. you just laughed awkwardly. "well, i could definitely use some practice for the finals." "what subject do you need to practice most?" "um," you would say all of them, but you didn't want him to think you were dumb. "probably science. i don't understand a thing mr. k says." "i can help you," he smiled. "show me your homework." wasn't minghao there to learn, not to tutor people? whatever. you took out your binder and flipped to the science section. "here, i got this one today."

you spent the rest of the class getting tutored by minghao. you weren't sure what that meant, and it took everything in you to not reject minghao's invitation to study in the library the next day. sure, you liked him, but you didn't want to be tutored by him. at least he asked you for your phone number when the class ended.

you spent your afternoons with minghao for the rest of the week. the two of you would meet in the library, go over your homework, and leave. you were convinced he didn't like you, and your friend wasn't sure about his opinions on you, either. until he invited you over to his house on week two. "the library's gonna be closed, anyway, because of the open house. you can stay for dinner if you'd like." he told you while you were packing your bag. "sure, just text me your address." "just meet me at my locker tomorrow. we can go together."

you knew you had to make a move, do something when you were at his house. but you'd known him for barely two weeks. you were terrified of moving too fast. "come on, if he invites you to your house he at least thinks of you as a friend." you facetimed your friend as soon as you got home. "but that's the problem, if he thinks of me as a friend and nothing more then what? then i've just ruined my friendship and embarrassed myself." "stop spiraling for once. look, you don't need to fucking make out with him. at least just try to get to know him. or just hint that you're interested in him. something! you guys have the weirdest dynamic ever. you need to fix it."

you couldn’t help but get a bit delusional as you sat beside minghao on the bus the next day. “so, you don’t have your drivers license yet?” you asked him. “i do, my parents just won’t let me drive their car.” “ah.” “you don’t have yours?” now he was the one asking the questions. this was progress, right…? “no, i don’t have the time to take driver’s ed right now- it’s almost my last year of high school, i need to focus on school more than anything.” “you should’ve got your license when you were sixteen. it’s gonna be hard juggling college and driver’s ed at the same time, you know.” “well, if i have a boyfriend who can drive, i’ll be fine.” you regretted saying that the moment the words came out of your mouth. “you should aim to be more independent.” at that moment, you wanted nothing more than to run and jump out of the doors of the bus, and get run over by a car. why had you ever even considered to take dawon’s advice?

the rest of your afternoon with minghao went well. if it wasn't for your attempt at flirting falling flat, it would have gone better. sometimes you wondered if you were just subconsciously trying to hold on to the last hope you had of minghao liking you. were you imagining the feeling of him looking at you while you went over your homework, and the time you looked up at him just to see he was already looking at you? did he always sit so close to you, to the point where your shoulders were almost touching? you hoped you weren't imagining things. but even if it was real, what if he acted like that with everyone? why did he have to be so confusing. why did you have to doubt yourself so much? you wished you could be sure of yourself just one time. just be sure if he liked you or not.

on the sunday before your science exam, minghao called you. that was a first. "hey, what's up?" you asked. "your science exam is tomorrow. what's your address? i'm gonna come pick you up so we can study at my place." "are you sure? don't you have to study, too?" "i've already studied, don't worry. text me your address, 'kay? bye." "bye?" you hung up. 'pick you up'? was he gonna drive?' you felt dizzy. the whole conversation made your heart flutter. you quickly texted minghao your address. "mom, is it okay if i go to minghao's house? it's to study for the science exam tomorrow." you asked, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. "minghao? is that the guy?" "yeah, the one who's been helping me study for the past two weeks." "you can go, but focus on your studies. i'm trusting you to spend this time studying and not doing something else." "thanks, mom."

you waited on your living room couch, scrolling on your phone until you finally heard a knock at the door. you jumped up and opened the door. "hey!!" you smiled. "we're going to your house, right?" "yeah, let's go." "okay," you said bye to your mom before closing the door. "we're driving there?" you asked as you got closer to the grey toyota parked on the street. "yeah, i managed to convince my parents to let me drive." he opened the passenger seat door for you and you got in. he quickly got in the driver's seat beside you. "since you don't have your driver's license, and you live far from my place, i might as well drive you." "thanks." you blushed. the two of you spent the car ride in comfortable silence. you didn't want to bother him while he was driving, so you just looked out the window. after a little over ten minutes, you had arrived. why did minghao tell you that you lived far from him? when you got inside, you went to his room as per usual, taking out your notebook and binder and going over your notes. around four pm, the two of you decided to take a break and grab something to drink. you walked together to the cafe down the street, and when you ordered minghao paid for your drink without a word. "thank you so much for paying for my drink, by the way. you didn't have to." "it's no problem." you smiled before hugging him, just short enough that it wasn't weird but long enough to remember the smell of his perfume. you took a sip of your drink, avoiding looking at him because you were afraid of the expression that would be on his face. curiosity got the best of you at the end, and you glanced over at him. his ears were red, but he had a normal expression on his face otherwise. you hoped that was good. it probably was.

minghao drove you home. he got out and this time, he hugged you before you left. "let me know how the exam goes." he smiled. "of course!"

"no fucking way he invited you to his house." dawon took a sip of her iced coffee. "i know, right? and he drove me there, too. and paid for my coffee…" "he likes you. it's so obvious." "are you sure?" "yeah, do you see the way he looks at you?" dawon sighed. "he better ask you out soon. before new years." "i really hope you're right." you were so afraid you were imagining everything. you wanted to believe dawon and you wanted to believe yourself.

you got the results back the next monday, before lunch. you found minghao waiting at your locker when you came down the stairs. "how did you do?" he asked. "i got a 94!" you were beaming and practically jumped into his arms. "thank you so much minghao. seriously, it's all 'cause of you." you said, your head resting in the crook of his neck. "you worked hard, too. i just helped you." he pulled away from you. "wanna get something to celebrate? we can go to starbucks or something. or get a slice of cake from somewhere." "cake sounds good." "then let's go, come on."

your high school was practically in the middle of nowhere, so the walk to the bakery took a while. it gave you time to talk- you learned that minghao's photography class was having an exhibit on the 20th, the day before winter break. he invited you to come, which you happily accepted. minghao opened the bakery door for you and led you to the checkout, where rows upon rows of cakes were displayed. “which one do you want?” you looked at them all, before choosing one of the cheaper options- a red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. “you like red velvet, right?” you asked. “sure,” he replied. “i don’t really mind.” “okay, then can we get that one?” you pointed to the cake, careful not to touch the glass. he nodded, walking closer to the cashier and ordering the cake, along with the drink you ordered before, when you went to a cafe with him. you sat down together, at the table beside the window. “you remembered my order.” you said, looking down to hide the blush on your cheeks. “of course i did.”

the week came and went. even though finals week had ended, you found yourself spending your afternoons with minghao just as often. you would even eat lunch together, though most of the time it was with his friends. you learned more about him, and more about his friends, dokyeom and mingyu. you felt like the two of you were friends. sometimes, it felt like you were more. you knew dawon felt the same way- once you told her about minghao taking you out to the bakery for lunch, it was all she talked about. she would ask you if he had asked you out almost every day.

the snow crunched beneath your feet as you made your way to the photography exhibit minghao invited you to. you entered the building- it was much, much more busy than you had expected. you looked at the photos that lined the walls, only partly paying attention. more than anything, you wanted to see minghao’s photos. you’d seen some of his work on his instagram, but you were curious what he’d chosen to display. at the end of the hall, you found them. three black and white photos, side by side. they all were similar to what you’d seen on his instagram- photos of him, put over eachother to achieve a sort of dreamlike effect. you didn’t care too much about photography, but the photos were gorgeous. you stood there for a while, looking at the photos, not noticing minghao coming up beside you. “do you like them?” “yeah. i really do,”

the houses in your neighborhood started putting up more and more christmas lights- it was only three days until christmas eve. you had already made plans with dawon to go to the mall on boxing day, but minghao had yet to invite you to do anything together for christmas. it didn’t help that you had to go to the mall to pick up a gift for someone, and everywhere you looked there were happy couples shopping together, walking in the snow together, taking selfies in front of all the winter decorations. half of you felt bitter, seeing all these people in love when you didn’t have anyone who loved you like that, but the other half of you kept imagining you and minghao together, holding hands as you walked through the mall and kissing under the giant christmas tree. december 24th grew closer and closer, but minghao hadn’t invited you to anything. in fact, he hadn’t contacted you at all. you knew he was alive- he was posting on all his socials like normal, so why wasn’t he talking to you? you knew the right move would be to invite him to something yourself, or just talk to him. but you didn’t want to embarrass yourself if he didn’t like you, or if he was avoiding you. you just wanted him to text you on his own accord. what if he met someone else?

you heard a knock at the door and rushed down the stairs, careful not to fall in your new slippers. oh, jesus christ. it was minghao. you were still in your pyjamas, fuck! “hey,” you laughed awkwardly. “hi, i know you’re… not dressed right now, but i wanted to know if you wanted to go ice skating with me later today, or on the 28th if that works for you.” minghao looked around a bit- you weren’t used to seeing him shy. usually it was the other way around. “like, as friends?” you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself and end up embarrassing yourself. there was no way xu minghao was actually asking you out on a date. “no, not as friends.” “oh,” you couldn’t process anything, but you knew if you didn’t answer soon minghao would think you didn’t like him in that way. was he joking? there was no way he was really asking you out. “if you’re being serious, then yeah, i’m free on the 28th. you’re serious, right?” “dead serious. i thought it was obvious.” “oh my god,” you just stood there for a second, before wrapping your arms around him. “i can’t fucking believe this. yes, yes i’ll go ice skating with you. oh my god.” “so, it’s a date then?” “yes, of course.”

[osarina]

(uh, this is rlly long im so sorry qwq)

OMG THAT LAST CHAPTER HAD ME FEELING SM CARINA U CANT DO THIS TO ME !!!! LITERALLY THE FIRST FEW PARAGRAPHS IN I HADTA WALK AROUND BC I WAS SO OVERWHELMED I LOVED IT SM !!! N THOSE LAST FEW LINES. DONTDOTHISTOME I S A W THE "BEAST AU COMPLIANT" TAG ON UU IM GONNA SOB MY EYES OUT DURING IT I JUST KNOW !!!

gonna leave some of my fave few lines n my thoughts abt them from this chapter (ok these arent all of em, bc if i put all of em it'd be the whole 50k words of this series SO ITS JUST THIS CHAPTER)

"because how could he possibly belong amongst people who are so unfailingly good that it makes his tainted heart stick out like a sore thumb?"

STOP NO DONT DO THIS TO MEEEEEE throughout the whole fic u perfectly captured his thought process n how he denies his own capacity for change n how he HAS changed from when he was 18 BUT THIS LINE MADE ME TEAR UPPPPPP

"He is so completely and irrevocably in love with you that Dazai doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to live in a world without you. The thought alone makes his skin crawl and his chest cave in."

self-explanatory

“Are you calling me ugly?” 

u gorgeous, gorgeous man ilysm yes you look like a rat but i'll swaddle u up in blankets n clean u up

the whole graveyard scene. DO YOU WANT ME TO CRY HELLO

“You were a kid, Osamu. You’re not some incarnate of evil for ending up where you did, you were failed by all of the adults in your life,”

ok nvm crying this hit me like a truck

"Humans cannot live without a heart, so if he’s to give you his, it’s only fair that you give him your own—though realistically, yours has already been his for a long time."

i feel like this mightve been ur fave line, but if it wasnt IT STILL IS MINE BC OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD QWQ

ranpos lil rant was so funny he's literally me frfr

“Yeah… ha, look at us, in jail at the same time! Couple goals, huh?” 

i giggled

PLS READER INVITING EVERYONE JUST TO AVOID GETTING INTERROGATED UMMM RELATABLE LMFAO

these are just some of them BUT JUST IN GENERAL, UR WRITING IS JUST MAGICAL ITS EVERYTHING IVE EVER WANTED TO READ N I LOVELOVELOVEEEE THIS SERIES N ALL UR WORKS (n u /p) SM !!! I CANT WAIT FOR UNREAL UNEARTH, I JUST KNOW IT'LL BE AMAZING !!!

RED HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU NOT TO APOLOGIZE I LITERALLY ADORE YOU IM GOING TO WEEP OMG

honestly the first scene of dazai’s pov was one of my favs to write because it pisses me off so much whenever he’s excluded from the ada panels in the manga fjsjdjsjjd so i NEEDED the opportunity to hit home that that is his FAMILY idc what asagiri says the ada is that boys family and he deserves it 🥹🤞

UGHHHHH STOP BECAUSE WHENEVER I WRITE CANONZAI ITS SO HARD TO KEEP ON THAT THIN LINE OF HIS INABILITY TO ACCEPT HIS OWN GROWTH WHILE ALSO HAVING HIM ACKNOWLEDGING ODA’S LAST WISH FOR HIM SO I REWROTE SO MANY OF HIS POVS SEVERAL TIMES BECAUSE I FELT LIKE I WASNT GRASPING IT ALL PROPERLY

the graveyard scene was one of the 3 scenes i started writing for 🥹 i literally was weeping when i finally got to it

AND ALSO THE YOU WERE A KID LINE UGHHHHHHHH BRO when i tell you that’s something that i literally want to scream at him and shake his shoulders like he was FOURTEEN WHEN MORI BROUGHT HIM IN AFTER HIS ATTEMPT !!!!! FOURTEEN !!!!! HE WAS A BABY IT MAKES ME SO SAD WHEN HE FRAMES HIMSELF AS SOME IRREDEEMABLE MONSTER WHEN HE ONLY TURNED OUT THE WAY HE DID BECAUSE HE HAD NO ADULTS IN HIS LIFE SETTING HIM ON THE RIGHT TRACK ugh im gonna weep again i will always be dazai’s #1 defender, i will fight him himself idc he was only a lil baby :’)

oh my god fun fact i actually almost deleted that line about the heart, i don’t even know why like i was rereading it right before i post and i second guessed myself because i was like ‘i don’t think it rlly flows’ but then i decided against removing it because i liked the line in general SO IM WEEPING AGAIB

bro ranpo needs a promotion for real the headaches this man must get because of people not listening to him 💀

HDOSJDJSJDJJD THE COUPLES GOAL LINE WHEN I TELL YOU I SNORTED WRITING IT HELPPPPP I WAS GIGGLING SO HARD

RED ILYSM IM BUNDLING YOU IN THE SOFTEST BLANKETS AND GIVING YOU A FOREHEAD KISS

i’m so excited for unreal unearth like honestly it’s my pride and joy, i’m so pleased with how my beast!dazai characterization has come out so far and i’m hoping everyone else is going to like it too 🥹 if not ill simply die HAHAH JK JK JK no but really i’m so very excited for it

[yestrday]

i was the anon who uh told you abt the oc and so here i am sharing him.

Yeah, this is Corin :3

I saw that Zhongli was supposed to have graduated but was held back for.... reasons...

So I decided that Corin is also back a grade... for a reason I don't know fits in your academy au lore but fuck it we ball am i right. (He just like missed a deadline to enroll or something... idc if that's not how schools work, corin is my bbg)

BTW, Ms. Aika is ANOTHER genshin oc, she's sorta like immortal in non academy au lore (just actual genshin world oc) who found Corin when he uh... escaped from a cult.. I MEAN WHAT WHO SAID THAT!!!!!! Yeah, they have like a mother/son relationship. Not legally, though, so he kind of is like her #1 servant.

Corin, in general, is a really calm and chill guy, so I thought it'd be really funny if I gave him a BURNING hatred for Childe where he's just... a bit more done with that guy. ( also he doesn't like Scaramouche. but Corin retaliates with "at least I'm not short" when he is LITERALLY just a bit taller... it's so fun to me) He'd be silently judging because he's not particularly one to like confrontation (unless it's Childe or Scaramouch,, obv), and he does the look into the camera like it's the Office @ shenanigans.

He likes being around Aether/Lumine or Diluc the most (Also has to do with the non academy genshin lore I gave him...where he works at Angel's Share and probably becomes a companion to the Traveler) and he probably gets along better with Monstadt characters (oh he loves Fischl, thinks she's very funny but also has no idea what she is saying

"That's so cool.." turn to Oz "what is she saying."

... that's his little sister, just trust me on this)

Other than the Monstadt characters, I think Corin is friends w Itto (bro got picked up one day just like 'guess this is my life now') and literally anyone else

only #2 dogboy because Gorou is always #1

sorry corin

also, hell yeah i put that man in crop tops... what are you, a cop...

I'm just adding things at this point, but teehee, Corin is a babysitter sometimes. I don't know where Klee fits into this AU, but he probably babysits her (actively enables her shenanigans... i mean, he never did anything at all... what are you talking about...) also gets him closer to Albedo possibly maybe blink blink...

i got silly :3

behrhigw HES SO SCRUNKLY I LOVE HIM??!?! corin is just trying to live it sucks he has a murderous harem (which has childe)

also the missing enrollment is spot on i know so many lazy bums that are my classmates cuz they were like oh lmao the deadline was THAT day?? whoops haha ill just take a gap year its honestly spot on

i love him 🥺🥺

[grandlinedreams]

| i was just whining about not having ideas i lied, have this pain :)

| notes: gn!reader but assumed to be a jedi

|warnings: fluff, tiny angst, mentions of Order 66, spoiler (ig?) abt what Rex got up to post Order 66

You're always doing something with your hands. Every time he looks over, your hands are in motion. Fidgeting, drumming soundless songs ㅡ as if you can't quite settle. He doubts you realize you're doing it, because when he points it out, you blush.

"It's a nervous habit," you say, and he hates the way you look dejected ㅡ as if he's going to scold you for it.

"It's okay," Rex reassures you, "This long and I still get the jitters from time to time. Nothing to worry about."

It's not exactly true comfort, but the glimmer of solidarity makes your eyes light up in a way that Rex finds he likes more and more as he works with you. The fact that he also finds himself wondering what it'd be like to hold your hand more and more as well is kept to himself.

(The movement of your hands doesn't look anywhere near nervous when they're wrapped around your lightsaber, and that's what truly matters.)

ㅡ

It's quiet.

Rex tries his best not to lapse into the thinking that it's too quiet, knows the line of thought that will take him down, as it's one he frequents most nights anymore.

If he's doing the right thing, if this is going to work, or if he's just chasing a hopeful dream, fingers curled into it until it turns into smoke ㅡ he's only one man, after all.

But he isn't alone. He knows that. He's already ran into Echo and the Bad Batch, managed to convince Wolffe to defect from the Empire as well ㅡ but he's afraid it isn't enough.

That he's going to get what he has left of his brothers killedㅡ

"Hey." Soft pressure drifts over his palm, slots between his fingers as you settle down beside him. "You looked like you were thinking pretty hard over here. Your hands were shaking."

Rex frowns. "Sorry," he says, fingers curling around yours. Part of him notes that he finally gets to do what he'd once thought about ㅡ and though the circumstances of it are far from ideal, he's just glad you're still alive and here, with him. "Are we doing the right thing? If this all goes wrongㅡ"

"It won't," you say, bringing his hand up to kiss his knuckles. "I know it won't. Because we have you, and I know for a fact that these rebels will follow your lead." Your eyes lock with his. "And so will I. I'd follow you to the ends of the galaxy, Rex."

His heart stutters in his chest, even as he squeezes your hand and manages a small smile. "Me too."

[some-pers0n]

Tell me about an interest you have that you don't really talk abt on this blog

Astronomy of course! I seldomly do get to share my interest about it, but it'd be nice to do so. What to talk about though...hm...I suppose black holes are fun. I always like basic review of them

So, some extremely basic ground work. Black holes are points in spacetime where there is so much gravity that light cannot escape. Everything has mass, and due to the concept of relativity, mass effects how time and space are formed. An object with mass have a gravitational field, where smaller masses are impacted by it. This is why we rotate around the sun, because the earth's mass is far less than the sun. Black holes have so much mass that it even wavelenghts (including light, the fastest thing in the universe we know), are unable to resist its strength. However, this mass is heavily compressed down to a single singularity. Infinite density and all that. A black hole can be tiny yet still have incredible mass. If the mass of the moon (7.35x10^22 kg) was turned into a black hole, it would be about 0.2mm in diameter.

For some basic formulas, we have the Schwarzchild radius formula: 1/c^2(2G) x M, where c is the speed of light, G is the gravitational constant, and M is mass. Only 1 variable in this one, since c and G are constants. This formula calculates how much an object needs to be compressed in order to turn into a black hole. The sun for example has a Schwarzchild radius of roughly 3km while the earth is of about 1cm. All that mass compressed into a tiny little object. This by proxy means that a black hole the size of something close to a planet alone is utterly massive in mass. The Schwarzchild radius also defines which parts of the black hole are, well black, as it's a complete absence of light. It's where light falls into, never to be seen again

Black holes are formed by two main ways: super massive red giants going supernova and compressing their cores so much that they just turn into black holes, or two neutron stars (which can also be the byproduct of red giant supernovas) colliding. Supernovas result from this and create pretty cool star dust stuff. Hey did you know that carbon is created by supernovas and by proxy everything on earth is formed by stardust because we're all carbon-based life forms? Probably, but I just think it's kinda neat

Anyways, other stuff about black holes. To simplify why the whole "space-time is distorted around black holes" thing it's just another relativity bit. So like picture this: a mountain range. You are standing atop one mountain and about a 1km away from where you're standing right now is another mountain peak. Between the mountains is a pretty deep basin with a forest in it. If there was a bridge connecting the two, it would take far less time to travel between than it would if you had to go down the mountain you're first on, walk through the forest below, and then climb up the second mountain to reach the peak. The depth of the basin in this example would be the mass of the object and the mountain peaks just being the beginning and end destination. Now, if this was a black hole, the basin would just be an unfathomably deep pit. Not endless, but it looks so because you're just a mortal being gazing into something that, by all accounts, seems like an anomaly in spacetime. If you get a bit too close to the edge, you're gonna slip and fall and not have a good time and probably most definitely die in a pretty horrific way. Fun!

Hawking radiation is another thing you probably definitely know about. Hawking radiation is just simply just particles of the black hole being created and sometimes destroyed, which overtime erodes the mass of the black hole. Of course, for a black hole to be fully gone it would take so long that the number of years is just kinda. mind boggling. It's wild how we got lucky with evolution and were able to comprehend the world around us and interpret it since we're trying to understand all of this stuff running off of animal hardware. What fun

String theory (well, more like hypothesis) is another funny goofy bit. Y'know like protons and neutrons right? Quarks too? String theory is just essentially positing about what if there was something smaller than quarks. It says that there are strings of energy that are smaller than anything else, constantly vibrating. If they vibrate one way, they become a proton. If they vibrate another way, they become an electron. So on and so forth. It gets complicated in due part to string theory being invented to bridge the gap between relativity (study of big things being big) and quantum mechanics (study of small things being small) due to stuff like black holes existing (small thing with big mass) as well as these strings vibrating through 9 different dimensions. It's kinda impossible to prove and you'll see people arguing about the validity of it. It was mainly popular in the 80s/90s but has severely fallen off. String theory is what people mean when they say that the universe and everything within it "sings" btw lol

Anywho I'd ramble more but ehh I gotta snack on something first