#im boasting because im looking forward to it.

[wild-battlebond]

digimon adventure (sub) blu-ray will arrive at my location next week 😏

[hypnagogics]

THE WAY YOU WRITE IS JUST SO YUMMM so yeah🧍🏻‍♀️can you write something about streamer ellie <33

☆: IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. definitelyyyy hasn't been...months...anyway. positive this is one of the worse things i've written, but didn't wanna leave you hanging forever! ngl it's pretty filthy..heh.

◇: 18+ pretend those twitch guideline things don't exist. remote control vibrator use, orgasm denial, sub-ish!ellie?? plot twist at the end bc i think im so funny. 1.6k wc. don't mind the layout of this idk what else to do...

You watch your girlfriend stream her game from your fluffy and comfortable spot on your shared bed—you observe how focused she was on her screen, how her skilled fingers were flying across the keyboard and mouse. It would certainly be a shame to disturb her in such a high tension moment but you think it over, running your finger over the small buttons of the sleek little remote in your hand.

"Yeah, yeah, got 'em! Look at that guys, I fuckin’ aced that!" Ellie rejoices in her victory, and gleefully boasts to her viewers, adjusting her microphone closer and leaning back in her chair.

You're glad you were far off camera, her fans didn't even know she was in a relationship—Ellie made it clear she wanted you to be separate from her hobbies, not because she wanted to keep you a secret, but because she wanted to keep you safe. And you enjoyed watching her stream from the sidelines like this, you saw how her personality captivated viewers and how much fun she really was. But you also enjoyed messing with her on the occasion. Like today.

"Can I watch tonight's stream again?" You asked her eagerly. "Yeah, why not? I'll be doing some tournaments and stuff though, so no distractions." Oops. You bit back a laugh. Ellie immediately sussed out the mischievous look on your face and she sighed, expecting the worst.

Then you showed her the box you've been hiding, "Please let's try, I won't click it too much, I promise." She stared at you for a whole minute, maybe more, before sighing and reluctantly agreeing, rubbing her hands all over her face. "God, fine. Just 'cause I love you. Damn you're evil."

Fast forward to now—the device was snugly inserted inside her pretty pussy, tested out to prove it does in fact work, and works well at that.

So off Ellie went to play her game, getting so caught up in everything she seemingly forgot about the device entirely. In between games she was talking to the viewers, reading the chat and joking back and forth. You decided it was a good enough time to click it so you pressed the button, only for a miniscule zap.

She jerked in her seat, gasping, but quickly recovered with a strategic cough. "Phew sorry guys, something got caught in my throat." You saw a bright berry blush spread across her face, and the way she fought to turn and throw a glare at you. This was going to be fun.

"Alright, the next round’s gonna start, we gotta lock in! Hopefully nothing pops up and this goes smoothly. I can taste the win already.” She put a certain warning tone to her voice in the last part of her sentence, you knew it was meant for you, but were you going to listen? Absolutely not. "Oh yeah chat fun fact, this old area of the map was inspired by ancient ruins just of—ah!" As if her body had a mind of its own, she squirmed in her seat and she clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a moan when you hit it again, but this time you didn't turn it off right away. You kept it going for a few more seconds, to prolong the terribly delicious sensation.

She screwed her eyes shut tightly and held her breath until you turned it off, mumbling to her viewers about "having hiccups". "The game is starting now, so we really gotta get serious." Her voice had an unsteadiness to it only you could hear, she was keeping her composure rather well so far. But likely wouldn't be able to keep up the act for much longer. Even she has her limits.

As her match went on, she got quiet when she was focused, mashing the keys with a speed fast as sound. Of course, you hit it again, just a short one, causing a choked "guh" to escape from her lips and she twitched when you did so, her facade starting to crack. The effort to keep her voice stable was showing, she was huffing and struggling to get her words out clearly, they were laced with obvious irritation.

"Fuck missed the shot, dammit. Yeah I don't know, somethings up today, sorry guys...off my game." You decided to be nice to her until the game ended, not pressing it further or adjusting the intensity. She played for a little while longer before losing the match, leaning forward on the desk with her face in her hands. This was the perfect moment, so you cranked it up, increased the intensity to maximum, and held the button for the longest time yet, making her whine—a low, drawn out sound she couldn't stifle this time.

You could hear lots of messages being sent, pings in rapid succession, they were probably clipping that moment. Perverts, you thought. 

Her chest was noticeably heaving up and down, her legs spread as she rocks her front against the chair, and she kept her head lowered until you decreased the intensity but didn't turn it all the way off. Her hands were shaking, and her face was a vibrant cherry red, the screen even reflected the sparkle of a couple tears in her eyes.

“What? Oh, I'm just so sad about the loss guys, we were so close—hnn- so…so closeahh—I mean, we should've gotten that…” She trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip and tapping her fingers on the desk’s wooden surface. “Y’know what, I'll be right back.” She paused the stream, made triple sure her camera and microphone were turned off, then whipped around in her chair to face you, glaring silver daggers your way.

You just giggled innocently and turned the device off again. “What the fuck is wrong with you, this shit is not- not light on you at all.” Her voice was breaking, her pretty features contorted in a beautifully needy expression, eyebrows furrowed and eyes all watery. Nearly as wet as the mess in her pants. You feigned innocence and shrugged at her, “Well I didn't know it was that strong.” “You knew damn well.” She's fed up with your antics, but you have fun playing with her. She covers her face and leans back in the chair, the embarrassment in her voice the only thing you could hear, “Fuck you...turn it up again, wanna cum.”

You couldn't contain the laugh that burst forth from your chest, then said, “Only if you stream it.” The shock that flickered across her face was priceless, you wish you could have snapped a photo.

“What the fuck do you mean by that, nah forget it.”

“Hey, you gotta finish your stream either way, they're waiting. Would you wanna be so awful and deprive those darlings of your presence?”

You flash her a sugary smile, and she shoots you a murderous look again, before wordlessly scooting back to her setup, fanning herself briefly and readjusting her coppery hair.

Then she turns the stream back on. “Sorry guys, I had to get up for a second. Anyway, let's play one more game. I'm getting kinda tired today. Let's make this one count, lock in like never before.” She takes a deep breath, cracks her knuckles, and begins smacking away at the keyboard buttons. You're able to see the way she looks tense, on edge, anticipating your devilish interruption.

You debate whether you should torture her, but the answer quickly becomes clear. Click.

“Ah—fuck!” She sputters, and roughly slams her fist on the desk. The pleasure was hitting her with full force, she was in her own, lewd, world now. Her head is thrown back, back arched and hips stuttering, the release was about to sneak up on her.

You watch the scenario unfold, licking your lips and pressing your thighs together to deal with the pressure between them. Her unapologetic moans get louder, but for a second she snaps out of the trance to sit back upright, turn the stream off, before the peak hits her like a truck.

“Holy, fu—hah!!” With a squeal she cums, not caring about how fucking loud she was being, wanting to be selfishly absorbed in ecstasy.

She started to jolt around in her seat, the throes of overstimulation making her whimper like an animal in heat, it truly was a sight to behold. You wish you were in between her legs, lapping up her sweetness straight from the source, but in a way, just watching from the sidelines was satisfying enough. You'll clean her up afterward.

Finally you turned it off once and for all, and gazed at her, she was panting heavily, the post-orgasm glow making her rosy skin shimmer in the low light.

“Hmmm, thanks babe, that was so good…” She tried to talk, her head was in the clouds, but she looked at peace.

“You're a whore.” You chortled, and you two shared a laugh.

Although, a flurry of shrill sounds brought you both out of the fantasy. Ping, ping, ping.

Unfortunately she wasn't able to enjoy the aftermath of a mind-numbing session, because her eyes shot open and she began scrambling to find the source of the sound. Your stomach dropped as you watched her panic, her neuroticism infectious.

She looked at you, her eyes wider than saucers, nothing but fear in her voice, “I wasn't able to turn my mic off…”

What was she going to do now?

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[hai7ani]

to win is to lose / rivals to lovers (who were already in love since the beginning)

thinking 'bout how attending an ex boyfriend's wedding while also having to endure the stares thrown your way from the guy you've been sworn enemies and rivals with for god knows how long halfway across the room must really suck. like, both sides really rubbing it in your face, you think 一 that you've lost this time. you're not as capable of love as you think you are, as you'd once boasted to that douchebag of a rival and how you'd thought your ex was the one for you.

except he isn't, and he isn't as well 一 the stares were just him making sure you weren't breaking down in the middle of a wedding and shutting off as you stand and watch with a semi-broken heart as your ex kisses his new bride at the altar, and a bouquet of flowers you've just caught earlier gripped tightly in your hands. a harsh slap to the face, this is.

so when he catches you at the hallway during the after party all alone, really at your most vulnerable as you quietly wipe away your tears with wobbly lips while making sure your makeup isn't ruined in the process, he waltzes over with his hands tucked into his pockets, stands in front of you a little too close for your usual liking, and you cry even harder. you don't have the energy to make another snarky remark to him 一 in fact, you haven't spoken a word to him since seeing him in his million dollar suit when he'd entered the venue without his rumoured plus one, no gifts for the newly-wed (a clear sign telling them to go to hell), and without his usual smug face too, for some reason.

when your tissue decides it isn't able to catch all your tears in time he then presses a hand to your nape forward. his touch is warm, so gentle, and your forehead rests on his right shoulder softly. you don't bother moving and he keeps you there like that, until your sobs have turned into sniffles and you've got an arm wrapped around his waist for some support.

it's when you wrap the other arm around him that he only speaks.

"i'll marry you."

you hear laughter echo in the quiet hallway as the other guests have the time of their lives in the room just behind the wall you're leaning against. is this a mockery? is he fucking mocking me? you've just about had it up to here with him. you want to scream at this man. you want to hit him. you want to punch him.

but your dress is tight so you hook an offensive thumb into the belt loop of his expensive dress pants instead, getting ready to threaten him, until he speaks again.

"so what they're doing this in the plaza hotel?" he scoffs, and your hold on his belt loop significantly loosens. his own around your nape, however, tightens and he presses your body anymore closer to him. you can feel his heartbeat pound in his chest, against your own, as he rambles on and on like the boastful boy you'd met in grade school despite being the ceo of a million dollar company.

"i'll marry you at the beach. new fucking york can kiss my ass, we're going to mykonos." you stifle a laugh at that. "he won't even be fucking invited because he's not ruining it for you, and he's gonna have to hear about our wedding from his mother-in-law."

you're full on giggling at him now as he continues to list out all the things he's gonna be making sure your ex pays for for the evil shit he'd pulled tonight.

"so? what do you say?"

he asks after a pause. when he tilts his head down to look at you he finds out you're already staring at him. wide, glossy eyes gazes into his own and he softens up when you hug him even tighter.

a hand brushes your hair out of the way. you close your eyes and smile. he swipes a thumb on the apple of your cheek.

"we can't lose to them now, can we?"

#gojo satoru he's so annoying, miya atsumu, haitani ran, haitani rindou, baji keisuke, kuroo tetsuro, hanma shuuji

it's 8am. haven't slept a wink. im so annoying

[seancekitsch]

What about the Vees sharing reader?

this is actually kinda sweet despite the fact that they're all literal villains? i love them im not sorry

When Valentino has you, it’s the closest thing to all of you being a polycule. Valentino loves being physical with you, anywhere, everywhere. But Valentino is a busy man, and Val enjoys watching you with Vel and Vox, often filming it for his private collection. Hell, sometimes Val even watches you and Kitty play. He’s also a big fan of sharing you with Vel and Vox. Sometimes all at once. Thats the only time Vel will be anywhere near the other two, just to get her hands on you. Val loves the way he towers over you, loves gifting you weapons and taking his time polishing and customizing them for you. He’s obsessed with making sure you’re armed and protected, even though with the Vees you’ll literally never need to use it. He sneaks videos of you into Vee’s movie night rotations, often enough that the others expect and look forward to it. Honestly he doesn’t love the big lavish dates with you, his favorite thing is to take you in the back of his limo and drive around Pentagram City with you, sometimes getting freaky, but more often than not its champagne and him pointing out his favorite neon signs to you and being excited to have you all to himself in this little private way. 

When it’s Velvette in your room she likes to play hard. Dressing you up, dressing you down, taking you apart just to put you back together. She loves to leave her mark on you any way she can, whether it’s love bites and bruises or a matching tattoo she designed. She’s all about extremes in your relationship. Vel is the one least likely to share when it’s her time with you, definitely not above throwing things or shouting at the guys when they come sniffing around. If they come on dates, they’re your muscle to make sure you’re well protected when she takes you clubbing or to an expensive or experimental new restaurant. She actually forces Val and Vox to go on their own little date nearby so that they don’t bug the two of you. She actually takes the time to print out and make physical collages of pictures of the two of you, writing sweet and funny little notes and adding stickers before hanging them up on her wall. (Theres also one of the four of you but that collage is much harder to find.) Vel loves gifts and little physical trophies and mementos of your relationship, little physical reminders of you. Her most prized possession is a necklace you made for her one night at the very beginning of your relationship when you binged Voxflix and played around in her workshop until dawn. 

When you’re on Vox’s arm he’s possessive and boastful. He loves showing you off as his partner and plaything, taking you to any press event dressed in only the best and holds you close. The paparazzi has hundreds of pictures of him tonguing you in front of the Vee tower and getting in and out of limos. Val swears his boyfriend hires the paps to get more photos of the two of you. Val and Vel know to flank the two of you at these events, but they always get their secret little moments. Val loves to escort you for smoke breaks and share cigarettes with you, kissing the smoke from your lips. Vel loves to take you to the bathroom under the guise of fixing outfits and make up but you always end up coming back more disheveled. Vox doesn’t mind, in fact, he loves that you’re being so well taken care of. He feeds off the attention though, the head rush when his fans overheat from your constant kissing and touching. He loves when you fawn over him, and he takes care of you in return. Vox is always the first to draw you a bath or offer a back rub after a long day or cook your favorite meal just because. 

[hadesoftheladies]

men are so annoying my god. they have some of the dumbest takes on women's sports its obvious how disingenuous they are. "wnba players are jealous of caitlyn clark" and all most of them were saying was that caitlyn has a lot to learn playing professional basketball because it's a genuinely tough game and they hope she succeeds. men just keep belittling how skilled a lot of wnba players are and have been until caitlyn clark. they make fun of the wnba without watching it and then act like they know everything and declare caitlyn the sole saviour of the wnba like we haven't had legends like Elena Delle Donne or A'ja Wilson dominating the game. EMBARASSING!

ALSO they are RIGHT to complain about the racism since most brand deals and sponsorships for wnba players are white women. im happy that female athletes are winning and getting money, but it's telling when 70% of the basketball league are black women and most of the sponsorships are held by white women.

the way these goons take out the nuance and the humanity when discussing women's sports and reduce it to infantile squabbles of jealousy just shows how underdeveloped their brains are. like i know you men like inventing drama out of nowhere, but can you just stick to discussing stats? you're so cringe fr.

anyways!

I can't wait to see Stewie for New York Liberty on the court! Las Vegas Aces, Chicago Sky, Indiana Fever and the Washington Mystics are about to give us one hell of a season coming this May 14th. I'M SO HYPED!

Here are the women to watch out for (IMO because I'm biased and not in order of skill)

#1. Breanna Stewart (Stewie) (New York Liberty)

I pledge allegiance. Sincerely. She's so fun on court and weaves between players like that scene in Korra when she had to learn air-bending by evading spinning doors. I can't wait to see her play! (Next to her wife I'm her no# 1 fan don't joke around with me). Check some of her playing out here.

Also, here's a video of her eating spicy wings and barely surviving (while telling her story):

#2. Angel Reese (Chicago Sky)

After an amazing career in college basketball, Reese finally got drafted to the Chicago Sky WNBA team early this year. She's gotten a lot of hate for being justifiably boastful about her skills but she's remained a strong leader for her teammates and had a positive impact on girls and women everywhere. This is her first season in the WNBA and you can expect a show from her! Check some of her highlights here!

Here's a video explaining why she's so freaking iconic:

#3. Aaliyah Edwards (Washington Mystics)

One of the top picks of this year's WNBA draft, Aaliyah has been a star player for UCONN for years. She is one of the highest rated draft picks of the season! This will be her first season on the WNBA playing for the Washington Mystics. Her rebounds and offences are amazing to witness. Watch her highlights here.

#4. A'ja Wilson (Las Vegas Aces)

One of WNBA's modern GOAT'S. A'ja IS INSANE. She intimidates everyone on court and then the court itself. I literally saw the basketball hoop shaking when she looked at it during one of her games! I swear. It peed itself. Her wingspan and strength make her so formidable like y'all just have to watch herrrr!! Oh yeah, and she won the championship and several MVP titles. Check her out here!

#5. Caitlyn Clark (Indiana Fever)

Does she really need an introduction? Her career in college basketball has been spectacular and special for women's sports everywhere! She was breaking records in HIGH SCHOOL! This is going to be her first season in the WNBA and more eyes than ever will be on the game because of her! Check some of her highlights playing for Iowa here.

#6. Rickea Jackson (Los Angeles Sparks)

While playing small-forward on her college team, Rickea made a name for herself as one of the most aggressive offensive players in women's college basketball today! She's strong and fast and alert and is genuine fun to watch. You won't want to miss out on her debut into the WNBA for the LA Sparks! Watch her game highlights here.

#7. Kelsey Plum (Las Vegas Aces)

Kesley Plum is just one of my favorite athletes of all time! She's so dedicated to her team and the people in her life and it shows. Her joy is so infectious! She is also an incredibly, impressively strong and SKILLED athlete! And she was a big reason why LVA won the season last year. (And hallelujah she's divorcing her dumbass husband rn! hopefully the dead weight makes her an even stronger player!). Watch some of her highlights here.

AND CHECK OUT THIS VIRAL VIDEO OF HER THROWING A T-SHIRT TO HER FATHER WHO IS FAR UP IN THE BLEACHERS!

#8. Sabrina Ionescu

Sabrina and Stewie are an unstoppable duo! Watching them play is electric for me! WHEW! Sabrina has made WNBA history with idek how many records! She is the top in the league in assists, triple-doubles, and steals. SHE'S INSANE!!! SHE'S FUCKING RABID!!!! See for yourself here!

Watch her break the all-time three point record like it's nothing here:

#9. Cameron Brink

Cameron Brink debuts in this season of the WNBA for the Sparks! Cameron has had an amazing college career, but is especially known for her strong defence (and being the god-sister of Stephen Curry). She's bound to have a promising season. Watch some of her highlights here.

The strongest teams (IMO) seem to the Aces, the Mystics, the Sparks and New York Liberty. But there are also strong players in teams like Indiana Fever, Dallas Wings and Minnesota Lynx.

If you don't know which team to support, you could just pick your favourite athlete and choose their team. Some people like underdog teams and some people like top dog teams. Based on last season, I'd consider Indiana Fever an underdog team and Las Vegas Aces the top dog team (they won last season). In terms of best teams? LVA players are SEAMLESS. They move like water and it's magical to watch. But so are the Liberties and the Mystics! I genuinely don't know who to pick between those three.

If any of you gyns watch WNBA, please tell me who you're supporting this season and why!

Anybody who wants to start the season with me in May 14th, comment or reblog and maybe we can organize a discord for it! I'd love to watch this with you guys! And I'm all up for team rivalries.

[637lemonbelle637]

HELP IM SO SORRY I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TUMBLR WORKS SO I HAVE TO KEEP ON SENDING YOU MESSAGES I GENUINELY APOLOGISE.. (im the one who sent the anonymous messages) and you are not late at all i sent those messages like a few days ago!!

i would love love love it if you continued that story because i love your writing style SO MUCH but please dont force yourself, im glad you are back g!! take it easy 👍

Ughh you are so sweet so in honor of lil ol you heres this until chapter two is finished!!!!

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Disclaimers and desc :

Crafty swordsmiths occupy a hidden village deep in the forest out of sight, hidden from all those who don't inhabit it. The swordsmiths here work hard to provide demon slayers with unique and special weapons. While the men live in the village, forging and crafting night and day, the wives and children reside in another village not too far from the ladder. Swordsmiths are allowed home occasionally to check up on their wives and spend a bit of time with their children. Both Tanjiro and Inosuke, two demon slayers who both have equally unique swords as the Hashira, have two talented swordsmiths who work until their fingers become numb. Hotaru Haganezuka and Kozo Kanamori. While Haganezuka stays in his forging room most days, closed off and shut away from most people, Kanamori is a bright and open man married to a lovely woman. Or at least Haganezuka thought they were happily married until Kanamori knocked on his door with tears trickling down his cheeks.

TW: mentions of self harm, suicide, divorce, smut among other things. This is a ship that I feel like people don't really know about Haganezuka x Kanamori Also if you are uncomfortable with age gaps consider if an 11 year age gap is uncomfortable to. I mind you however that both these characters are and will be CONSENTING ADULTS but if the age gap still bothers you, you don't have to read. Anyway Enjoy. (Also Kotetsu is like their child :)

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Kanamori stepped out of the shower, enveloped with the scented tingling of warmth as he turned toward the mirror, his hair wet and stringy.

The sun had barely risen and there laid a hefty fog that covered the dirt paths and rocks. Kanamori woke up early every morning, showered, did his hair, put on a light face of makeup, got dressed, and soon left for a long day of hard work. It was a routine he was all so used to he did it without even thinking some days.

Kanamori was looking forward to seeing his darling wife, En, during his break. Since En was a woman she lived in a village rather far from the swordsmith's hidden sanctuary. That village held the women and children of the swordsmith's keeping them completely separate from one another.

Swordsmiths had certain times and specific days that they had breaks and they rarely ever had holidays off. They had to be willing to drop everything, including their family, for an emergency back at the village. It made it increasingly difficult that the only way to get between the villages was by foot. Kanamori hadn't seen his wife in months and he truly missed her.

Kanamori also had the reputation of the most wonderful husband in the swordsmith village. Him and En were rumored to be the perfect couple. So perfect that they fell in love at first sight and Kanamori couldn't help but boast about how beautiful and amazing she was. Rather it be at cooking or at cuddling or even at scolding, she was beautiful through it all. That was all Kanamori could think of as he got dressed for the day.

When he was finally ready however, his mind cleared and he was ready to enter his focused zone. Inosuke had recently snapped his swords while fighting a demon. The demon apparently had the ability to cut through a nichirin sword. Kanamori was horrified when he heard that there was demon that existed that was made of blades.

As Kanamori stepped out of his small two room apartment, provided to him by Tecchin as were all the other workers, he was faced with many more groggy swordsmiths trudging on to their work stations. He joined the miserable line with a smile that clashed against all the others tired frowns. Now don't be mistaken, these men love their jobs! It's just the fact that they were all awake by four am every morning. Some choosing to wake up even earlier.

Nonetheless, Kanamori made it to his workspace and got straight to it. Hours passed and finally Kanamori was halfway completed with Inosuke's blades. He stared and the shining blades in awe, admiring his own craftwork. As Kanamori admired them he couldn't help but wince at the harsh treatment they were going to endure once handed over to boar boy himself. He then laid one on the ground, the other sword still on the table.

Now for the painful part.. Kanamori thought. He picked up a rock and began smashing the blade multiple times, wincing with each hit. In the end he created the perfect blade for Inosuke. The teeth that had been forced into the metal were always a necessity though it was Kanamori's least favorite part of his job.

Later that day, just before he was let off for break, he decided to visit the swordsmith village's least favorite man, Hotaru Haganezuka. Why? Because Kanamori wanted to. Kanamori, though he still found Haganezuka incredibly annoying, was just as warm and kind to him as he was to everyone else though they fought a lot more. And the insults they used were never pretty...

Kanamori knocked on the man's door and then walked inside. Haganezuka had his own small shack for his work so that he remains focused through it all, though nobody could break his focus if they tried anyway. Unless they tickled him. Which nobody dared to even think other then Tecchin, Kotetsu, and Kanamori himself.

Haganezuka was looking at a blade he had just completed when Kanamori entered the room. Haganezuka looked up from his craft. "What do you want?" He asked in his usual raspy voice. "I'm just checking up on you before I go on break." Kanamori replied. He walked over to a chair and sat down, his hands on his knees. "Okay. You've seen me. Now leave. I can't have any distractions." Haganezuka turned back to his craft but stopped when Kanamori didn't leave.

Kanamori didn't leave when Haganezuka turned back to his blades. Instead Kanamori watched and spoke as if Haganezuka hadn't said a thing. Kanamori had always done this. Since the very day they met each other. When Kanamori first met Haganezuka he was shocked by his attitude. Haganezuka however at the younger age of nineteen was just as stubborn as Kanamori himself.

Kanamori would go out of his way to sit with Haganezuka and talk to him, knowing nobody else would. Kanamori brought Haganezuka his favorite meal every day and even made carefully crafted flower crowns to compliment Haganezuka's "beautiful features" as Kanamori claimed. He never said that to his face though... He's done it so often that it had become a routine, though Haganezuka still opposed it every time. Haganezuka never had anybody to really chat with and he acted like that was perfectly fine with him. Silence and solitude was his way to live or so to speak.

Kanamori found out later down the road however that Haganezuka was just a really lonely man who felt he had no chance at friends so he didn't bother. During these talk sessions, though it would mainly be Kanamori talking, he found that when Haganezuka was listening to something it was rather easy to tell what he thought based on his answers. Kanamori did just that as he sat there watching Haganezuka work. "Which slayers are you making blades for?" Kanamori asked quietly, his hands pressed on his lap.

"Tsuguko." Haganezuka replied.

"Who's tsuguko?"

"Serpent Hashira."

"That's nice."

"Mhm.."

"Your craft work has gotten better lately. I'm impressed."

"Thanks..."

"You're welcome! Your swords just keep getting better, as expected out of you."

"m-mhm..."

Kanamori continued smiling behind his mask. A method of teasing the two shared. Haganezuka couldn't handle compliments, he'd shrink down and become quieter. He'd shy away from them most times. It was something Kanamori enjoyed watching and that annoyed Haganezuka to the core. "You've always been skilled in both blade making and dedication. Something other people just couldn't understand." Kanamori leaned back and pressed his body against the wall.

His words weren't necessarily made to be sincere compliments. They were made to get a reaction from Haganezuka. This usually worked and Kanamori would manage to strike up a bearable conversation. However, the last sentence he spoke erupted in a feeling of deja vu inside Haganezuka.

Haganezuka froze. This caught him off guard. Haganezuka hated recalling his past and he remembered all to well how his teenage years had been. Haganezuka was about seventeen and sitting along a bridge staring at the canal under his feet. A bit away was a group of other people his age all wearing the same color masks as he. They were gossiping and playing jokes on one another. Haganezuka looked toward them and felt an ache in his stomach.

He was scared. To scared to approach them and say hi. He already grew a reputation of a complete loner. Suddenly, he heard small footsteps next to him. When he looked up he saw a small boy. Kanamori. He was six at the time yet he spoke a lot clearer than the other children his age. Haganezuka groaned at the sight of the kid. He sometimes felt like Kanamori was stalking him. Whenever he was alone Kanamori would pop out of a bush with his favorite snack.

That time was no different. Kanamori sat next to Haganezuka and set down a plate of mitarashi dango. Haganezuka side eyed Kanamori and sighed angrily before picking up the plate and munching on its contents. "Why don't you say hi to them?" Kanamori asked in a small voice.

"Because." Haganezuka answered. Not really an answer at all. Kanamori huffed. "Come on Haganezuka! You can't keep sitting in this exact same spot everyday eyeing a group of other teenagers and then complain about the fact that you didn't say hi." Kanamori looked at Haganezuka with an eager expression.

Since Kanamori was younger and not yet taken the role of a swordsmith, he didn't feel he needed to wear a red mask. Though many have told him it is important, he claimed that he'd never wear one until he began to make swords himself. Because of this his face remained uncovered and his perfectly thin eyes stared into the large eyes of Haganezuka's mask.

"No way! Now shut up or leave me alone." Haganezuka yelled and Kanamori sighed. "Come on. I'll bribe you with mitarashi dango if I have to." Kanamori yelled, taking the plate out of Haganezuka's hands. Haganezuka scoffed and snatched the plate back holding it high in the air, out of reach of Kanamori. "As if I would ever get bribed by somebody like you."

Kanamori huffed and stomped back into the bush he popped out of. Haganezuka sighed a breath of relief. That was before he was hit with a rock. "Ow! KANAMORI!?"

Kanamori laughed and tilted his head. "You just have a kind of dedication that they don't understand is all." Kanamori smiled as if he didn't just assault Haganezuka with a rock to his head. Haganezuka stared at him for a few moments before chasing after him and throwing him into the river current for hitting him with a rock. Kanamori had always been a weak swimmer though...

Haganezuka recalled the memory. Kanamori was a rather bratty kid. It annoyed Haganezuka more that Kanamori was as sweet as sugar with everybody else besides him during the time. When Haganezuka looked up to say something, Kanamori was gone. The stool he was sitting on was empty and Haganezuka sighed.

Finally. Peace. Haganezuka thought, but as he started working again the silence slowly became unbearable. His heart felt colder than normal and he found it hard to focus. Almost like an emptiness had washed over him. Haganezuka looked at the door which was wide open. Come back..

Kanamori rushed down the dirt paths to the gate of the hidden village. The heat was unbearable yet he was feeling strangely happy. Kanamori waved and nodded at everyone he passed by. They all did the same. Kanamori picked up some litter as he walked at a speedy pace and even stopped to buy some bread and flowers for his wife. Walnut bread, her favorite kind.

He recalled when they first met. She was from a village rather from the ladder. Kanamori was delivering a finished blade to a slayer he used to forge for and he had to pass through that village in order to get to his destination. As he was passing through he decided to stop for tea. When he did, he saw the woman working at the small tea shop and fell in love with her at first sight. She did as well. The two promised to keep in touch and now, he was married to very same woman. He was so happy that they had met that day.

Kanamori had left the village and walked down a dirt path that took him down deep into the forest. The lush greens and limes were all something Kanamori always appreciated. He loved to take forest walks. Especially in thick jungle. This forest however wasn't to long. As soon as he entered he left it in about twenty minutes of walking, following a what was essentially a desire line with many twists and turns. When he left the forest he stopped for water at a freshwater bank and continued on for maybe twenty more minutes.

His legs were tired and he was sweaty but he was determined. He smiled brightly when he finally reached the kazoku village that held all the women and children of the swordsmiths. As Kanamori entered through the gates and walked through the streets he felt a rush of serotonin set as he saw his small little house. As he walked he was waved down by many little girls and boys.

"Welcome back Kanamori-san!" "How's work back at the village?" "Can we play ball later?" All the little children loved him. They all drowned him in questions and requests. He laughed and kneeled down to the group as the mothers blushed behind their okame masks and smiled at how kind and gentle he was. "I'm happy to be back. Work is going well! Swords being made. And yes Tokoishi. We can play ball later." Kanamori laughed as the children held his hands cheering.

The mothers walked over, three beautiful women. One took her child's hand and bowed her head. Another told her child to go on home as she followed and the last one, the mother of Tokoishi laughed as she picked up the boy. Kanamori smiled and gave the boy a pat on the head and kissed his mothers hand with the mouth of his mask. "It's nice to see you again Yoko!" Kanamori smiled and let down her hand.

Yoko bowed her head, her long brunette hair was tied into a tight bun and covered with a yellow headscarf. "I'm glad to see you as well! I was scared you were going to leave me forever." She spoke with a sad tone. "Oh you know I would never.." Kanamori tilted his head down even though Yoko was (A lot) taller than himself. Yoko was around Haganezuka's age. In her mid to late thirties though she looked much younger than most of the rest under the large white cheeks of her mask. She was close to both Haganezuka and Kanamori. So much so that Kanamori considered her a sister.

She walked with him, holding her boy in her arms as they caught up with each other on things they missed. "Yeah! And then I told Sakura, 'Bitch, you really cannot say that I'M the messed up one here when YOU were the one who told Yoshito to do it in the first place.' I was livid Kozo. Livid. Then she had the audacity to hit me!" Yoko rambled on as Kanamori listened in shock.

"What did you do about it?" Kanamori asked. "Oh. I bit her and stole her wedding ring, threw it in the lake forever to be lost at sea." Yoko laughed and Kanamori stared in awe. "Jeez..You're evil." Kanamori stared ahead, lifting off his mask and revealing his face.

"Me!? Evil. How dare." Yoko laughed as they arrived at Kanamori's door step. "Well I guess this is where I leave you." Kanamori turned around and hugged both Yoko and Tokoishi. "Yeah I suppose. Tell your wife I said hi!" Yoko gave off the aura of a bright smile before turning and walking back the way she had came. Kanamori nodded in her direction and then opened the door. He walked inside and the familiar smell of candle wax slapped him brutally in the face. Kanamori closed the door and sighed.

En had always been somebody who loved using candles. Even in the middle of the day. Kanamori set his mask, walnut bread, and the flowers he had bought for his wife onto the counter and took a large breath. He walked up the steeper stairs and into their bedroom. In him and his wife's bed was the woman herself. She hadn't wrapped herself in anything but blankets, and her hair was loose and free. She snored quietly and Kanamori smiled. He walked over and kneeled down kissing her cheek gently.

"Hey honey..." He whispered as she groaned. She immediately shot up at the sight of him and the blanket fell to her waist and as stated before, she was covered with nothing but that very blanket. Kanamori gasped and slammed his head onto the bed while En covered herself with a laugh. After all these years of being married, the sight of En's body still gave him a shocked tingle. While his head was down, En kissed the back of it. "Welcome home darling..." She mumbled.

She honestly didn't sound to pleased though.

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So I honestly find this first chapter a bit boring just because this is meant to be the introduction so yeah. The story will be sad but it WILL have a happy ending I promise!

Anywho I'll see how long it takes for chapter two and after each chapter is complete I'll just post them on here. I also really appreciate you for reaching out because it makes me feel so good about my writing knowing that at least one person is reading and enjoying it.

There will of course be small snippets of other kinds of writing while Chapter two is in the works and if you have any requests you'd like me to do. I would ne more than happy to do them!!!

[tadpolesonalgae]

DW YOUR WRITING ALWAYS DELIVERS!!! so im not that worried about the rhys fic (do i not mentioni it enough that you question it? your writing i mean🤨) nah but is the reader going to give the pearl and gold earrings away??? so interested in how she is going to pay because girlie never thinks about money ??(or what she wants really) honestly i like her with Eris, she's a bit more carefree like not trying to make an impression? I pray she doesn't fall flat in front of azriel, not literally ofcourse but she does need to s t a n d up for herself! Eris and the box omg i can't waiT!! (what's in it? drugss??👀) also i just realised i always say Baz instead of Bas 😭 (i have more to say but i wrote this ask like 2 times and it got deleted both times because i closed the app😭😭 sobbing in a corner rn) 🧍🏻‍♀️

‘DW YOUR WRITING ALWAYS DELIVERS!!! so im not that worried about the rhys fic (do i not mentioni it enough that you question it? your writing i mean🤨)’

I’m sorry, it’s more just nerves😭 I feel there’s a whole sort of unspoken social rule that you can’t brag or boast about things even that you’re proud of?

I guess what I mean is, I think it’s a good fic, which is why if someone thought it wasn’t, I’d be kind of distraught and it would have more of an impact on me? Idk, emotions are messing me up, as they usually do, just go in pretending I haven’t said anything and everything’ll be fine 🫣😭

‘nah but is the reader going to give the pearl and gold earrings away??? so interested in how she is going to pay because girlie never thinks about money ??’

Yeah, damn, no idea what she’s going to do, maybe she’ll steal 🤷 (thief arc, question mark? 👀)

‘I pray she doesn't fall flat in front of azriel, not literally ofcourse but she does need to s t a n d up for herself!’

Honestly I’m so looking forward to getting a chance at writing her development? Like of course I’m scared but it’ll also be fun and hopefully continue to get people’s feedback on what’s going on because it’s really been such a life-saver at times! 😭

‘Eris and the box omg i can't waiT!! (what's in it? drugss??👀)’

Drug dealer!Eris? (I promise it's nothing that sinister)

‘also i just realised i always say Baz instead of Bas 😭’

I hadn’t noticed, I’m going to be honest 🫢

(I feel like a bad parent)

‘(i have more to say but i wrote this ask like 2 times and it got deleted both times because i closed the app😭😭 sobbing in a corner rn)’

I am so sorry for laughing as I did, please forgive me 🧎

No but thank you for bothering to type it all out again 🧡💛😭 I love getting to chat and hear all your thoughts and theories, it makes me so happy! 🫂

[t-f-a]

Self reflection:

I have had to get out of my comfort zone to learn and do some unimaginable things recently and after completion I look back and say to myself “ oh look, it wasn’t all that difficult.” These experiences made me realise that there is nothing so tough or difficult in this life. We only make it as difficult as our mind can think.

I was offered an opportunity earlier in the year, and my “superhuman” imposter syndrome at first doubted if I had the capacity to do it. I also took a course in finance and when I started it felt like I had no clue what I was doing. But then I just approached it the way I could and put in my best. Completing my assessments and also reflecting on what I have achieved so far got me saying to myself - You did it!

I know I put in my best at anything I do, and I have always knew I could find my way out of a challenging situation but I found it difficult to comprehend why others would come to me for guidance or help when they are clearly more experienced than I am, or why leaders would put my name forward and say I want her in my team. I guess it’s because they believe that I am resourceful, and who better to confirm your abilities than people who have experienced it firsthand.

Now, im approaching everything I do with that success mindset, whether at work or personal. I tell myself “You can do this” “you are smart” “you are unique” not to boast but simply recognising myself and my abilities.

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

on the verge of a Big Sad but cannot afford to lose focus and get gloomy for the rest of the week cause of frigging tests

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 6. brb x oc

a/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I JUST WANT TO WRITE THEM BACK ON CALI OK (also tried the word thingy that was suggested SO FINGERS CROSSED!!!!!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, bea's uncle being KINDA WILD, bradley has doubts but bea is there for him <3

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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By the time the week was nearing its end, Beatrice and Rooster both left the hotel to go to her uncle’s house. It wasn’t a long trip and they could easily get there by taxi if her uncle wasn’t already at the front of the hotel. She had to do a double take when she saw the message, then peeked outside the balcony to see her uncle’s tall frame in front of a large SUV, lifting his arm up to wave at her “Hello bambina!” his deep voice shouts and he gestures to the car “Come on!”

 

Beatrice blinks, then turns to Rooster who just gives her an amused shrug “We shouldn’t stall too much if he’s there already.”

 

So they finish up at the hotel, only taking a few extra clothes for safety as they make their way out. They’d come back in a few hours after all. Roberto’s smile immediately widens when he sees the couple walking out, “Ah, finally, I was about to kick the doors down!” she knew he was joking but if you saw her uncle around you’d think he would kick doors down. 

 

“Zio, don’t joke about that.” she gently scolds him but then hugs his neck as he pecks her temple, “Hi, zio.”

 

“Hi, bambina, good to see you.” he lets go of her to turn his eyes to Bradley, “Ah, the man of the hour, come here,” he immediately brings the pilot into a bear hug, almost lifting Rooster off the ground. “Good to see you as well, ragazzo. How has Palermo been treating you?”

 

Once he is let go and Rooster feels like he could breathe, he offers Roberto a small smile after fixing his sunglasses, “It’s been really great.” her uncle nods, almost proudly, then nods towards the car while he opens the passenger door. It’s very spacious inside so Bradley doesn’t have to squeeze himself too much, but he chooses to stay close to Beatrice who just smiles up at him.

 

“Well,” Roberto says once he enters the car, “I hope you two are excited, because I am!” he chuckles before driving off.

 

That’s when Beatrice leans forward so her head is peeking from the back of the driver’s seat with her brows furrowed, “Yes, uncle, about that…when did you get a boat?”

 

“Oh! Funny story,” she immediately sighed knowing it’d be just like she imagined, “I met this man in the fish market, right. He is from Hungary I think and he was selling a boat! So I thought about it and said ‘hey I always wanted a boat!’ and then he showed it to me and i bought it!”

 

“And aunt Valeria is okay with that?”

 

“Oh your aunt doesn’t know.”

 

A deathly silence takes over the car and Beatrice’s eyes widen behind the sunglasses, “Wait, wait, what do you mean aunt Valeria doesn’t know??”

 

“Well, you see, it’s a surprise! I just finished everything up this week! She has no idea!’

 

She doesn't know if that’s sweet, worrisome or both. She chooses both for safety. Beatrice just lets out a “Oh.” and settles back down next to Bradley, giving him a look that only makes her husband arch his eyebrow at her.

 

“But don’t worry! She’ll be happy when she sees it!” her uncle boasts, “You know how she is.” she couldn’t really agree much with that considering her aunt was one of the most worrisome people in her family - yes even surpassing her mother - who not only feared her own shadow but was extremely superstitious. Meeting her aunt Martha and her nonna must’ve been quite interesting back then.

 

“Do you even know how to drive a boat, uncle?” she asks with genuine curiosity, and worry, only for her uncle to explain he took a course and he knows everything there is to know and more, “Okay…and is it a big boat?”

 

‘Oh, I think it is. I mean it fits four people.” Roberto grins, humming to himself as they turn a street, “So it is pretty big!”

 

Beatrice purses her lips, then sighs deciding that she wouldn’t get more out of her uncle until they arrive at his house, so she just leans back against the passenger seat and turns her head to Bradley who’s already looking at her with a little smile. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, she could feel he was telling her not to worry without using his words and she appreciated it.

 

Maybe her aunt wasn’t the only one who was worse than her mother either.

 

“And here we are!” Roberto announces “Home sweet home.”

 

Roberto parks the car in front of a two story yellow house with large stone steps that led to the front door. There were several types of bushes and plants that decorated the outside and when Bradley stepped out of the car after Beatrice, he couldn’t help but wander to where he saw the concrete railing on the curve of the road, whistling low when he could see the ocean and other houses below this one, “It’s a hill.” he comments to no one but himself, “Holy shit this view is beautiful.”

 

Beatrice’s presence appeared next to him where she leaned her body a bit forward without any fear - it was pretty high - much to Bradley’s sudden panic, his hands immediately holding her waist as she looked around, “There used to be a fig tree over there,” he tried to control his worry when she leaned even further, almost bending over the edge and easing out a sigh of relief when she stands up again, “Shame there’s nothing there anymore.” Beatrice innocently turns to Bradley, who looks way too pale for his own good, “Are you okay?”

 

“Please don’t bend over a railing I don’t know how many feet away from solid ground.” he mutters in one breath, “I can deal with that,I don’t know if I can deal with you doing that.”

 

“Oh, oh no it’s really safe, Brad I–”

 

“Bea.”

 

Beatrice smiles fondly, “Okay,I won’t.” she whispers, kissing the three scars on his chin and grabbing his hand once she hears her aunt and uncle talking on the front porch. He sighs in relief again, letting the brunette guide him forward where three large cane corsos immediately walk out and decide to sniff them as a greeting.

 

They were fully black cane corsos with the only color being the red collars on their necks, “Oh my God, hi guys!” Beatrice’s voice goes high and the dogs’ tails start wagging like crazy, “Oh my God! You three look so big! Hi! This is Rooster, he’s my husband!” the two dogs started sniffing his shoes and one of them even nudged his hand to get a pet already, whining like a puppy, “I think they like you.”

 

Bradley laughs, scratching the one who nudged his hand behind the ears “Well, you know I like dogs.” he smiles, hand going down to scratch the dog’s chin and in turn the dog’s leg started tapping on the floor with happiness, “Especially big dogs, hi sweetie.” he coos when the other cane corso comes close to demand pets as well.

 

Roberto watches the scene from the front porch with his hands on his hips, “Yeah, my girls are very loving. Andiamo! Come on ladies, back inside!” the large dogs immediately followed the command, rushing into the house past Roberto and Valeria, “Come on in you two, it’s way too hot to stay outside.”

 

The inside of the house was indeed much cooler, the blue tiles that led to a living room and open kitchen area appeared to have golden speckles mixed in and whenever the light shone on them they glowed. The windows are huge, tall arches that went from floor to ceiling and opened in the middle towards a large balcony with even more plants adorning the sides.

 

It was so spacious and homey. There was a staircase that led to the second floor, where he could see another window that illuminated the top of the steps. Meanwhile both of them could hear Bea’s uncle and aunt talking in the kitchen, mainly in Italian and it was too quiet for him to understand what they were saying yet.

 

Beatrice furrowed her brows “I don’t know how my aunt will react to the boat thing.” She begins “I mean it’s sweet he invited us but my uncle is a bit…impulsive I guess.”

 

“An impulsive buyer?”

 

“Hah, yeah, it’s a miracle this place isn’t hoarded with stuff.” She admits quietly, lowering her bag onto the couch, a big couch with a marble like pattern of browns and white.

 

“Did they live here for a long time?”

 

“Ever since I was a kid.” 

 

Roberto’s heavy steps approach the two, interrupting the conversation, “Anyway lovebirds, are you two hungry? Valeria prepared us lunch!”

 

Beatrice furrows her eyebrows, “Zia! You didn’t have to!” but her aunt just waved her hand to say it was nothing. She looked back at Rooster who just smiled at her “Alright…we can have lunch.”

 

-

 

After a wonderful seafood lunch, Roberto told the two to rest in one of the guest rooms until it was mid afternoon so they could enjoy the surprise that her aunt was already getting suspicious of. They took a nap because honestly they didn’t feel like they could do anything else until then, and once they woke up they changed back into their swimsuits and met Roberto downstairs.

 

Her aunt had her arms crossed over her chest while wearing a black bathing suit and a long flowy dress on top to cover, questioning her husband what was happening, “It’ll be fine!” her uncle said, smiling at the couple then whistling to the dogs, “Come on! I cannot wait to see your reaction!”

 

Instead of using the front door like they expected him to, he just turned to the kitchen and to the double doors that led to the patio that had a direct connection to the beach down below. Her aunt was still questioning him on the way down, with Beatrice and Bradley following along with a grin, the pilot’s hand leaning down to gently scratch the cane corso closest to him behind the ears again.

 

It takes them a few minutes to reach the beach, with her uncle leading them to the port where the other people’s private boats were. Beatrice could only watch with the same grin as her aunt questioned why they were in the private port when they had nothing to put there, especially since mainly those boats were fishing boats more likely.

 

That is until they started nearing a massive yacht by the end of the bay, well it wasn’t enormous but it definitely towered over the small fishing boats that surrounded it. “Oh…” they get even closer, with her uncle speeding his step, “My…” he turns around to gesture to it “God…”

 

“Here she is! Isn’t she a beauty?”

 

Complete silence follows, complete and absolute silence and the only one that breaks it is her aunt after a good chunk of time, “Cos'è questo? Roberto, cos'è questo??” she asks in Italian, pinching her fingers and thumb together and shaking her hands back and forth “Che cosa sta succedendo??”

 

“Well amore mio, I wanted to show you our new baby! Andromeda!” He is so proud he doesn’t seem to notice they all look at him stupefied. 

 

Her aunt’s eyes widen, “Our new baby– Did you buy this?!?!”

 

“Yes!”

 

Beatrice winces at her aunt’s tone, “She doesn’t seem that happy…” she looks back behind them to see Bruno and Umberto coming as well, they probably arrived a few minutes ago and her uncle messaged them. “Hi guys.”

 

“Cugina! Hello– what is that?”

 

Bruno snorted, pulling his sunglasses over his eyes, “I think papa bought a yacht!”

 

Cue to Roberto trying to tell Valeria why it was a good purchase, why they’d enjoy it so much and they could travel all over the world with it. But her aunt was too preoccupied as to how and why he got it in the first place. Beatrice,Bradle, Umberto and Bruno just watch as the couple talk back and forth, her uncle never losing his smile and never raising his voice even if her aunt seemed less than pleased.

 

Bradley then opens his mouth to ask, “Does he do things like this often?”

 

A resounding “Yes,” comes from the two brothers and the brunette without missing a beat. It was really amusing and normally, it would be uncomfortable if he wasn’t accompanied by Beatrice and her cousins…speaking of her cousins, he darted his eyes to Umberto and immediately zeroes on a very specific bruise on his neck, right where his jawline ended and his throat begun.

 

He had a feeling he knew what happened but he couldn’t share with Beatrice just yet, deciding to hold it in…he felt like a little boy telling someone his sister had a boyfriend now and he had proof that it happened.

 

After a while, Roberto and Valeria calmed down - well her aunt did - and started walking to the yacht, “Come on! Come on!” he whistles again so the three big dogs leap in as well, although they were a bit fearful at first, needing to be carried into the yacht by the army veteran himself. 

 

Bruno and Umberto follow, with Beatrice and Bradley close behind, “Uncle, I don’t think this is a boat.” Beatrice says, widening her eyes at how massive it was inside. It really fit more than four people there. 

 

“It is a boat! A big boat!” he laughs, leaning on the front deck with a grin, “That’s what the guy told me!”

 

“It’s a yacht uncle.”

 

“Same thing! Come on in, come on in.”

 

With something so big she started to wonder if her uncle had any idea at all of what he should really do and if this course was teaching him how to control such a huge thing in the middle of the ocean. He joked that if something happened, both Bradley and Umberto could help him out since they were in the Navy.

 

He was very surprised when no one laughed at the joke.

 

Meanwhile, Bradley couldn’t help but smile - even if he was a tidbit nervous - when meeting more of Beatrice’s family. He knew Umberto well enough by now, but his brother, his father and his mother he only knew from passing. He had no idea Roberto was this boastful man who seemed to find everything hilarious no matter what and a bit oblivious to certain things

 

Umberto was like his father, he was very friendly, and just as oblivious - especially to flirting. As for Bruno, he was a bit loud, he liked carrying people - since he tried picking Guillermo up and failed miserably and chose to pick up his mother instead- with a boyish grin. Beatrice said he was twenty five years old so that explained the youthful nature. 

 

Valeria was a worrywart as Beatrice called her, she was always fussing about, talking to Claudia or one of her sisters in law, hovering close to her sons and husband to make sure they weren’t doing anything stupid and even to Beatrice. He had to admit he was a bit jealous at first, he never told Beatrice that he got that way. She knew he didn’t have…a lot of cousins, a lot of aunts or uncles and his grandparents weren’t around when he was born.

 

He wanted this type of connection to people for a long time and he was more than happy when Beatrice’s family took him in. Claudia especially wanted to make sure he always had a good time, always asked about his well being and always said that he ‘needed to fill up a bit more’ before slapping food on his plate.

 

When he was younger he wished he had a sibling, he felt very…alone for a very long time even if his mother was always there for him. He eventually grew out of it, joined TOPGUN and then worked up the ranks so he didn’t have the time to think about it anymore.

 

But now that he had Beatrice’s family supporting him so much he really felt he could have that at the ripe age of thirty seven. It wasn’t unwelcome…and he felt his mother would’ve liked them all too. 

 

He didn’t even notice they were already away from the marina, too busy looking at the horizon and the endless ocean to notice but he does blink when he feels Beatrice’s small hand on his bicep,”You okay?” she asks sweetly, holding something in her hand.

 

“I’m fine, gorgeous.” he smiles, “Just thinking, what’s that?”

 

“Birra Moretti.” she says while turning the label to him, “It’s beer, it’s really good. Uncle said to drink for him since he can’t because he could crash the yacht.” she laughs nervously but her eyes have a smidge of worry, “Want to try?”

 

He looks down at the light amber colored bottle, then shrugs, “Why not? I should expand my horizons.” he says, then thanks her quietly as she sits next to him while nursing herself with some as well. He pops the bottle open without issues, then tilts the bottle up his lips. It’s not bad at all, honestly it’s really good, “This is nice.”

 

Beatrice smiles, “Yeah?”

 

“Yeah,I like it.”

 

“It’s tradition,” Umberto’s voice appears, “Papa always had those when in family meetings, I guess we are now…doing it on the boat.”

 

“Absolutely not!It’s not safe!”

 

“Mamma, it’s fine, it’s not like we’ll fall off the boat–”

 

“Bruno Schiavoni if you continue–”

 

Bruno just laughs, tipping the beer back to drink more of the amber liquid. Beatrice smiles at her cousin, but her eyes return to Rooster and she sees he’s not looking at them, he’s looking ahead, “Hey, you okay? What’s the matter?”

 

He laughs softly, looking down at the beer, “...your family is really cool Bea.” he begins, “...I…I just feel really welcome. Is all.”

 

Beatrice’s gaze turns fond and she puts the beer aside, hugging her husband’s arm and propping her chin on his shoulder, “Well,I’m glad. I’m really glad Roos. I know my family is…unconventional to say the best,” cue to her uncle singing O Sole Mio in the background, “And they can be…um…”

 

“Protective?”

 

“Intense.” she says, “But, they aren’t that bad. I think I forgave them after a while, you know? I guess I was upset with my parents for a little bit and then, well, I managed to work through it.”

 

“Yeah?” he asks, “What changed?”

 

“You.” she whispered and he stopped the bottle close to his lips, his eyes widening behind the dark shades, “You helped me grow a lot Roos, more than you know.”

 

Bradley lets out a surprised chuckle, thankful they were sitting farther from her uncle and cousins so they could have this conversation, “I…” he didn’t know how to reply, after all he didn’t think he’d be good within the ‘family aspect’ because he still blamed himself a lot for cutting contact with Mav for so many years, “Really?”

 

“Yes.” she says sweetly, her eyes shining, “You are my biggest supporter and I appreciate it a lot.”I think I told you that before didn’t I?”

 

“You did mention I helped you but not in the familial sense.” he chuckles again, the hand holding the beer landing on his bare thigh, “I mean, I guess-” she knew what he wanted to say, he wanted to say his experience wasn’t long and it wouldn’t be enough to help her like she wanted. 

 

“Brad,” she smiles more, “You helped, you did.”

 

She’s so sincere when she says it, her eyes are on his and he could see it even through the dark lenses. Part of him still felt undeserving of so much praise, but part of him decided that maybe, just maybe, he could start accepting these things no matter how small.

 

Bradley’s surprised expression turned to adoration, his free hand holding onto hers as their fingers interlaced together, “Okay.” he says, kissing the top of her head, “I won’t argue with that.”

 

“Good.” she giggles, “I’d hate to.”

And he thought that this was a great way to end their honeymoon, they’d go back home to Cali on monday and their married life would officially start. And he honestly felt they were both ready for it.

[coco-goat-milk]

Hello! May I request the kids with a Rengoku! Reader? I feel like his character’s overall energy would serve great with them, especially as an older sibling!

Rengoku! reader x Klee, Qiqi and Diona (platonic)

Pronounce: She/him/they, no pronounce mentioned so i won't either!

Warning: Slight spoilers for Rengoku, Qiqi and Diona, Mentions of alcohol, Mentions of Ganyu x reader

A/n: Moshi moshi~ cutie, Yes i agree! I really think this dynamic is adorable<3 Oh and I'm back everyone, and I'm sorry it’s so short :)

Reblog, comments and likes are highly appreciated!!!

Klee

First time meeting:

When you first arrived in Mondstadt to help the knights of favonius bc they are lazy you also got introduced to Klee, at first you were shocked that a child was a knight.

She was immediately amazed by you, first of all you look so cool! Second of all you were very...uh.. bright.

She immediately ran up to you asking for your name.

You were immediately enamored with the cute child and decided that you would surprise adopt her.

When you two get closer:

ARSON

No but seriously whenever she blows up fish in the lake you would just encourage her. Basically you stand beside the lake and laugh brightly while she blasts fish into oblivion.

Each time she sees you she always runs towards you expecting hugs!

She also loves playing with you whenever you can, mostly it involves fish blasting or searching for flowers.

She loves it when you braid her hair, especially when the two of you take a picnic and she makes a flower crown.

She really loves listening to you talking about all your fight stories, she will boast about you to the other knights about how cool and strong you are.

Whenever you two get something to eat and you yell “UMAI” in the beginning she is kinda shocked but soon after she joins in.

Whenever she eats anything and it tastes good she yells “UMAI” it has become a habit for her. The first time she did it people looked at her scared but she just kept going.

Whenever she is confinement she draws pictures of you and her together <3

She also likes to play games with you like tag and hide and seek, she also enjoys watching you fight.

You always make sure that she doesnt hurt herself nor cry, so that often leads towards her getting her way with you. (i mean bombing fishes and such)

She really enjoys your warm and big cuddles<3

When the two of you walk through Mondstadt she always asks for you to hold her, and who are you to deny that! You always place her on your shoulder while the two of you laugh brightly.

Klee really wants to cook or bake with you, and she wants to wear matching aprons!

Kawaii (人◕ω◕)

Oh and the two of your aesthetics match it’s adorable :3

Qiqi

First time meeting:

She questioned the honesty of your bright smile-

But she soon understood that everything about you was sincere.

She really liked how honest and nice you were, she hadn't felt that joy in a long time :/

You thought she was adorable, she reminded you of your own little sibling.

Snek man was busy so you took Qiqi outside to play <3

She liked you very much even though she forgot your name a lot of times :p

When you two get closer:

She doesn't really remember people that much but she remembers you! Because of your bright smile and bright aesthetic.

And she always tries to scribble as many details about you down in her notepad<3

She really enjoys the concern and honest love you give her.

unlike someone else who is fake asf

She always looks forward to your visits :)

Since you yourself have a little brother you can take good care of her, she is a little different then other kids but you still treat her like one!

She is very happy with that although it's not really obvious, you know she is!

It's kind of funny how your personalities contrast each other-

You are very protective over her. When she told you about Hu tao, you would rescue her

Sometimes she questions how you can be so enthusiastic.

She doesn't really ask you for a lot of things, but she sometimes asks you if you bought her Coco goat milk (my username ;) and whenever she asks for something you bring it to her in a heartbeat<3

The first time you looked for Coco goat milk you found this beautiful girl, the girl was honestly shocked by your slightly obnoxious behavior but she found you cute and really sweet. She helped you search for ‘coco goat milk’ but it ended up being coconut milk.

Now everytime you visit Qiqi you bring her Coconut milk, she will have this small cute smile on her face. Which makes you smile even more oh my how bright can you get?

You like to bring her to walk around Liyue, you always hold her hand so she doesn't get lost. People sometimes get scared because of your loud voice booming over anyone else's.

She likes to take picnics with you and Ganyu, it gives her this unfamiliar but happy feeling of family!

Qiqi is lowkey a matchmaker for you and Ganyu, she makes the two of you hold hands and while Ganyu lowkey dies with a red face your laugh is as bright as the sun.

Your bright and happy presence always manages to give Qiqi a small smile on her face.

Whenever she is sleepy while you two are away you pick her up and try to be as quiet as possible.

Diona

First time meeting:

In the beginning she didn't like you because she thought you drank alcohol, but then you just asked for a normal drink?? What, how is that possible…

When you found out that basically a kid was working in a winery, you thought you were drunk.

Like honestly why is a kid working with alcohol, anyways you decided to ignore him since y’know Genshin logic.

She was kind of rude in the beginning until you decided to just order some drink without alcohol, suddenly she was kind of you.

You really sat there like ( ´･‿･`)?

Anyways, you decided to spend time with the kid because your caring sibling side decided to act up.

When you two get closer:

You don’t drink alcohol whenever you are with her, she appreciates it so much but she doesn't say that ofc.

She huffs whenever you pat her head but she secretly loves it <3 She expects headpats whenever the two of you meet up.

She really wants to go hunting with you as well, and when you show off your strength she will be so amazed :3

^You are now officially her idol, she looks up to you so much.

Diona wants you to teach her tricks with her sword, because the moment she saw you fight with your sword she was enamored.

You do not like her dad...honestly who does..but anyways you full on ignore him and try to ignore him as much as you can. Because of that you are pretty protective over her as well.

She actually enjoys it whenever you bring her gifts, quite likes it when you gift her plushies and bring her homemade sweet potatoes.

Was very embarrassed when you yelled out ‘UMAI’ and scolded you for it, but when someone looks at you weirdly be ready for a hissing kitty with her nails bared at the person.

She doesn't like it when others take away your attention, Diona will attack those people.

(omg im so sorry but i don't have more headcanons-)

[qlossytbh]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐣𝐣𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 jj visits you in the middle of the night and somehow you end up talking about constellations

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 fluff fluff fluff, foul language, mentions of anxiety, severely physically affection, established relationship

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 3.4k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 this day 1/31 of this december prompt I found. yes I'm aware I'm late, im trying to write at the speed of light the first four days cause i wanna commit to this shit

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ੈ✩‧₊˚

majorly inspired by this song

Nothing made you happier than locking yourself up on a Friday night with no one to bother you. You liked being alone. You liked the sense of comfort you were able to bring yourself without the presence of anyone. You liked the quietness of it.

And although most of your friends were probably out and about, especially given the circumstances of it being a Friday night, you couldn't help but look forward to taking a warm shower and laying in your bed to read.

You propped yourself up against the wooden bed frame of your room. The bed ruffled along with your sharp movements in attempt of finding a comfortable position. You laid there, flipping through a book you had been gifted for Christmas by Pope.

'The book of Constellations: Discover the Secret on the Stars'

Pope had gifted you the book your were dying to get your hands on since forever for Christmas. That day brought a smile to your face.  

"Is it real?" JJ gawked. 

"Of course it's real dumbass, after the fight you put up to get your hands on one, I wasn't going to give you a fake one." You answered. He stared at the necklace in awe before reaching forward and grabbing your waist, pulling your back tightly against his chest. 

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"  JJ repeated while planting short strong kisses along your cheek. You pushed away while laughing but he wouldn't let you out of his grasp as he kept on kissing your face.

"You two are painfully disgusting," John B cringed. 

"It's not my fault my girlfriend's about the best gift-giver in the whole fucking universe," JJ boasted as he shook you his grasp. 

The group would definitely agree that you were the best gifter. The others thought it was because you had enough money to access high-end gifts but you knew that wasn't true. It didn't bother you that they thought that. You knew everything you gave was given lots of thought and precision. JJ knew it was your close attention to detail that made your gifts so special. 

He had been nonstop talking about how he needed to find another shark tooth necklace to match with you after he gave you the one he had. You remember telling him he didn't have to but he said he wanted something you could have that would mean he'd be constantly with you. John B told him to get a fake tooth but JJ didn't want to. 

Coincidentally as you were surfing alone to clear your mind a few days before Christmas, a wave hit you hard and caused you to hit the ocean floor. When you got out, coughing as the saltwater filled your nostrils, you combed your hand through your hair, cringing at the amount of sand that had managed to tangle through, and then it fell onto the sand. You crouched down and your eyes blew wide when you realized it was a shark tooth. 

You hollered loudly since you had been stuck with what you wanted to get your boyfriend for Christmas and it seemed like it fell right at your feet with so much ease. Besides the sand in your hair and water in your windpipe. 

"The things I went through to get you that," You mumbled, leaning into his chest as he leaned over your shoulder and planted one last kiss to the corner of your eye. 

"I will thank you later when-"

"Ok! Ok! My turn." Pope said, interrupting the blonde and bouncing in his spot. He reached back and grabbed a square box, wrapped in silver wrapping paper, handing it to you with a proud smile on his face. 

You looked at the thick squared box and hummed slightly in confusion. Pope or Kiara’s gift were the ones that peaked your curiosity. They weren't very informed of the things you loved doing given since you didn't really talk about them around the Pogues. JJ knew because he was your boyfriend and Sarah knew because she was your best friend. John B got a pass because he could get anything out of Sarah.

"A square box! Wow, Pope how-" JJ interjected resting his chin on your shoulder as you threw your hand back, smacking him gently while rolling your eyes. 

"Oh shut up,"  Pope spat. He looked back at you in anticipation. 

You gently began to tear the wrapping paper off the box, revealing a cover. 

"You did not give her a book," John B looked at Pope. 

"Looks like a book to me," Sarah shrugged as she rested her head on John B's shoulder. 

"Really Pope? A book?" Kiara asked. "Christmas is about giving things someone else will like, not something you'd like." 

"It's not just a book you idiots,"  He defended. 

"I think that's just a book,"  John B snickered.

You remained quiet, focusing on ripping the rest of the paper off. You used your nails to tear the last piece off, revealing the title of the book. 'The book of Constellations: Discover the Secret on the Stars'

Your eyes widened. 

"No way!" You laughed breathlessly as you gawked at the black cover. "I've been wanting this forever!" 

The rest of the group looked at each other as you laughed with excitement while flipping through the pages eagerly. 

"JJ, I think your girlfriends broken," Kiara mumbled, watching you freak out over a book. About stars.

"Only people like you and Pope are happy about receiving an informative book on Christmas," John B shrugged. "I think Pope and you have more chemistry than you and JJ,"

"Hey man, too far." JJ extended his arms, looking at John B in disappointment. 

"A book is a great gift for your information," You fought back. "Just because your IQ doesn't allow you to read more than two consecutive words in a row and understand the meaning doesn't mean books are bad."

John B deadpanned at her while JJ snickered and blew him a raspberry. 

"Theirs a reason me and Pope are smarter than you," You shrugged, continuing to look through the pages of the book. 

"Is that why? Or is it just because John B is kinda stupid," JJ tilted his head. 

"My IQ is literally higher than yours dumbass," John B fought. 

"You don't have my streets smarts dude," JJ shrugged proudly. While the two were discussing, you quickly wiggled out of JJ's grasp which caused him to protest and slide towards Pope.

"Thank you!" You hugged him tightly and planted a quick kiss onto his cheek.

"Look at you Pope, becoming Mr. Steal your girl," Kiara laughed at JJ who pouted. 

"Do I need to get you a book?" JJ looked at you. You rolled your eyes and made your way back to him, planting a quick kiss on his lips before turning and resting between his legs with your back against his chest. 

"Oh shut up, you're such a baby,"  You laughed. 

"Its called physical and emotional deprivation,"   

It confused you to this day how Pope managed to find out about your growing star and constellation obsession, something you barely even spoke about with the group.

You had many things you kept to yourself. Many kooks just like you loved to boast and brag about the things they were good at but you always kept your things to yourself. It felt more special that way. You didn't need people complimenting you to make you feel better about yourself. 

You could hear your steady breathing, watching as your chest heaved up and down slowly. It felt nice. To not be so anxious like you had been previously. To be relaxed. Non-stop anxiety was something that happened to you very often, and finding a time where you could breathe steadily was very sacred to you. You smiled to yourself, feeling too comfortable to even move.

That is until you heard a loud crack on your balcony window. Your head whipped in its direction. Anxiety began to rise as your heart beated rapidly in your chest. You pulled the cover off your legs and climbed out of bed.

You look hesitantly at the curtains before drawing them swiftly and sliding the glass door open. You looked out onto your balcony and saw nothing.

Your reflexes acted quick, catching a glimpse of a small object flying your way and crashing into the space behind you once you ducked to the side.

A mop of blonde hair was seen waving its arms at you towards the bottom of the balcony. He was so covered by darkness you had to squint to see him properly.

"JJ?!" You shouted at him through a whisper, given since your parents were sleeping across the hall.

"Hey princess!" He whispered back with a wide smile. He pointed towards you. "Sorry about almost nailing you in your beautiful face."

You bit your lip and shook your head, feeling a soft snort leave your lips. You stepped out onto the tile floors of the balcony, feeling the coolness spread quickly from your feet to your body.  The cold breeze outside felt amazing on your skin and beneath the palm of your feet. You walked over to the edge.

You gave him a dopey smile, feeling the immediate burning sensation surge through your veins. You swayed on the back of your heels as you watched him smile back at you.

"You look pretty good down there,"

"Oh, I bet!" He shrugged. "Why don't you let me up so you can see me up close instead?" 

"Hmm, I think I'm good," You said resting your elbow on the ledge and placing your chin in your palm while smirking down at him. He glared at you. 

"Will you let me up or do I have to knock on the front door?" Your eyes widened as you knew your parents would murder you if JJ came through the front door at one AM in the morning. And you knew he was capable of doing just as he said, so you didn't want to test him. 

"Ok..! Ok, just- hold on," You panicked as you turned around and rushed into your room. You grabbed the blanket on your bed and the book you were reading and tossed them onto the white lounge chair on your balcony. 

You ran over to the closet and dug deep into one of your boots in the very back. You squinted, trying to reach around for it when you finally felt the piece. You took the thick rope out of the boot and turned off the light to your room, hopefully making your parents think you were asleep. 

You ran out onto the balcony and walked towards the edge, seeing JJ waiting patiently. 

"Finally," He sighed dramatically. "Now let me up, I really want to kiss you." 

You giggled, feeling the anticipation bubble in your veins. You gently tossed the end of the rope across the balcony.

You and JJ did this often, knowing your parents didn't let you hand around a Pogue, especially when said Pogue was your boyfriend. You both usually took the risk of seeing each other like this at your house, since he didn't want you ever having to run into his dad. The only problem was how he got in.  

Your parents had cameras installed all over the inside of the house, except your room, because you still wanted privacy. But it limited JJs ways of getting in, and coincidentally the only place of the house where you couldn't see through a camera was her balcony. So you two tried many attempts, one ending up with a sprained ankle JJ, but finally found a way he could climb up. 

"Be careful.." You watched him grab onto the rope and use it to climb up the sidewall, using the vines that stuck to the walls to give him more stability. You felt your heartbeat quick as he dragged his body onto the ledge that aligned to your balcony. Within a few minutes, he stood up with a deep breath and stood face to face with you. 

"Hi," You smiled brightly, looking into his eyes. 

"Hi," His chest heaved, signaling the lack of breath probably due to the climbing. 

He didn't wait another second to swing his leg over the ledge and hopping onto the secure balcony floor. You waited patiently for him to regain his breath and catch his balance. 

"You nearly gave me a heart attack," You laughed as he held his arms out for you, allowing yourself to burry yourself into his chest as his arms wrapped around your body. 

"It was romantic and you know it," 

"You nearly busted my face with a pebble you moron," You pulled back just enough to be able to look at his face and glare at him playfully. 

"Oh I'm sorry," He pouted at you using his baby voice. He raised both his hands and tucked a couple of strands behind your ears, letting his fingers linger on your cheeks, caressing them softly. 

You rolled your eyes and held him by the hem of his shirt. You leaned up, hovering over his lips and his breath fanned your face. Your eyes fluttered close. 

"I missed you..." You muttered. He closed the gap, stroking your cheeks gently while he kissed you softly. 

It surprised you when you had first started dating JJ how gentle he was with you. He was always touching you in some way, but it was never pushy or rough. It was always soft and comforting. Slow and steady. 

He treated your body in ways he knew you loved and he had small little gestures, like drawing figure eights onto your thighs whenever he could, or playing with the ends of your hair. He loved dragging his fingers in confusing patterns against your back and the inside of your arms. Just like you loved combing his hair backward, slightly scratching at his scalp with your nails, and how you loved sliding your hands underneath his shirt, just to be able to feel his breathing, hoping it was steady and hoping he wasn't undergoing any of his frequent anxiety attacks. 

He pulled away, neither of you wanting to open your eyes as the paces of your breaths intertwined. You opened your eyes and the two of you looked at eachother. He'd grown to love the color of your eyes more than he's ever loved anything before, just like you had with the blue in his. 

"Christmas was only a few days ago.." He breathlessly chuckled as his nose nuzzled against your own. 

"So it was just me who missed you?" She looked at him with a raised brow and a smile. He shook his head. 

"I never said that..." He caught your lips again, reaching his hands underneath your shirt and dragging his hands along your curves. You shivered at the coolness of his hands. You pulled away, furrowing your brows. 

"Weren't you supposed to be at that Keeger with the others?"

"I was fifth wheeling. Pope and Kiara were awfully attempting to flirt while John B and Sarah were off doing god knows what so I had nothing else to do other than visit my outstandingly hot girlfriend." 

"Last resort? Ouch." You placed your hand over your heart.

He smiled down at you. "You and I both know you were dying to see me." 

"Maybe I was.." 

"Hmm," You hummed, smiling as he kissed you once more. You used both hands to cup his face and kiss him passionately while he slowly guided you towards the Lounge chair, not once separating himself from the grasp of your lips. 

You pushed back as he attempted to lay you onto the chair. "JJ," You warned. 

"Oh come on," He whined. 

"My parents are right across the hall," You scolded. 

"Well maybe if you weren't so goddamn lou-" You placed both hands over his mouth, muffling the ends of his sentence as your cheeks turned hot. 

"Yeah, yeah," You muttered, turning around and sitting him on the chair. "Wait here," 

He leaned back and led his hands behind his head while looking over at you, biting his lip not so subtly. You walked back to the slide door while JJ let out a low whistle. 

"Those shorts look great on you," You rolled your eyes, ignoring him and closing the curtain from the outside to your balcony door. 

He leaned his back straight against the Lounge chair, allowing you to climb over the armrest and into his lap. Your back pressed tightly against his chest and his arms immediately wrapped around your waist. 

"Hold on J," You laughed, squirming to grab the blanket and book. When you were able to grab both, despite his protests, you laid the blanket across your bodies and opened the book on your lap. 

The sky had never been as clear as it was that night. You looked up and saw all the stars and your smile grew. JJ looked over your shoulder, watching how intensely captivated you were by something as simple as the sky. You looked down at your book and JJ looked up. 

"Look," You pointed. "That's the little dipper, the one shaped like a bowl with a handle." 

JJ squinted at the sky. 

"I don't see it," He said, huffing. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand. You pointed his index finger out and guided it with your hand, drawing the constellation with it. 

"See that?" You asked looking back at his curious face light up. 

"Oh shit, I do," He whispered in amazement. You grabbed his hand again. 

"See how along the handle there's this really really bright star?" He nodded.

"That's Polaris, or the North Star," You smiled, leaning into his chest as you looked up in awe. JJ felt his gaze fall on your face, watching how your lips tugged up more as you moved your eyes along the sky. 

"You really got into that book Pope gave you, didn't you?" He mumbled, kissing the side of your neck. You hummed in response, looking up at the sky.

His heart couldn't take the way your eyes shined. Maybe it was the moonlight and the glow it gave your face or maybe it was how every time you talked about something you loved, your face seemed to lighten up immediately. He loved it. He loved how happy you looked. 

It used to be something so unfamiliar to him. How one's mood or face gestures could change nearly immediately when talking about something he loved. He didn't think he'd ever be able to do it. Until he realized that he looked exactly like you did when you looked at the stars, but not while he was looking at stars or talking about them. 

It was when he was talking about you. 

His face lightened up whenever he told John B something you were able to accomplish that week. His face lightened up whenever he heard your voice outside the door of the Chateau and if you walked in he could swear he felt his heart stop in his throat. His face lightened up as you talked to him. Your presence lit his face up. 

That was all you. 

You had constellations and stars that made your whole world bright. You found comfort in it. You found peace in it. You went to it when something happened, or when you were anxious. You loved it.

To JJ, the feeling wasn't caused by a thing. It was caused by a person. 

That person he loved more than anything, more than himself. That person he went to whenever something happened and he needed something that would guarantee to cheer him up. That person he turned to when he wanted comfort or when he wanted someone to listen and to care. That person he needed by his side when he was younger. 

That person was you. 

You were his stars. You were his constellations.

[ducky-died-inside]

I absolutely love your new fic aka Chaotic! Am I allowed to request a scenario? If so, how about making chaotic reader really good at fighting and combat? Like they secretly train all that stuff. If Carlos can fight, reader can fight FIGHT Even though they have great punching abilities, they favors kicks more than punches, since it deals much more damage #legstrength and they're able to defeat with tall opponents. I COULDNT STOP MYSELF FROM PUTTING THIS!! MY OLDER SISTER KNOWS KARATE AND THE URGE TO REQUEST THIS- I JUST LOVE YOUR WHOLE ACCT!!! IM SO INLOVE WITH you YOUR WRITING AAAGHJADKHQIUWH To the anon who requested that fic, I literally love you marry me. 💍💍💍💍💍💍💍💍💍💍💍💍

Ready, Fight!: Triplet Au with Chaotic reader

Summary: It's one of the rare occasions where you actually get into a fight....

Genre: Honestly, I don't even know

Notes: Thank you so much for the request, Anon! I'm sorry it's so short since it's just a scenario instead of an entire fic.

Warnings: Fight scene, mentions of blood, mentions of injury,

You weren't quite sure how you got into this situation. You were in the center of a crowd, facing Juan. Juan was by far, your least favorite person in Encanto. He was self absorbed, boastful, and thought he was better than everyone else.

Today he was doing his usual stunt in the town, boasting his accomplishments to his group of assorted people that follows him around. All of them being at his beck and call sickened you. They were just there because Juan had big muscles and played sports or because they were part of his sports team. You gagged and tried to walk by until you heard him say something.

"Yeah, Dolores is such a good kisser. We were hanging out last night and she told me she loved me."

Something in you snapped. He wasn't even close to dating Dolores! She was in love with Mariano and he was planning on proposing soon! You may have tried to stay out of fights as you were usually pretty chaotic on your own and your Mami had enough to deal with, but you couldn't hold back. You turned back to face him, anger in your eyes. He looked back at you, a smug smile on his face.

"You want to say that again, perro? I know for a fact that Dolores was at home with Mariano last night, so cut the crap."

Your voice was cool as his face turned red with anger at you for exposing him to his friends. You turned away and started to walk but then he grabbed your arm and turned you around.

"Get your hands off me, you idiota!"

He wouldn't so you bit his arm. He yelped and jumped back in shock. He rolled up his sleeves and glared at you.

"Oh, you're gonna get it now, Madrigal."

You smirked. Maybe this one time, you could stand getting into a fight. This idiota deserved it anyway. You put down your basket and rolled up your own sleeves. You pulled off your ruana and placed it on your stuff. You got into a fighting stance and his friends laughed.

"What do you think you're going to do to him, Madrigal?! He's like, twice your height and muscular!"

You glared at the girl who spoke out and she gulped.

"This!"

You quickly went towards him and punched him in the stomach. He gave a puff of air, not ready for you to come so suddenly. You gave him a swift kick to the crotch. He keeled over in pain and you kicked him in the back. He fell face forward and cried out in pain. His nose was bleeding from the impact of hitting the ground.

"Huh. With all of your boasting, I thought this would be a harder fight. Guess not."

You walked over to your stuff and threw your ruana on. Everyone just stared. None of them knew that you knew how to fight and thought that this would be a resounding win for Juan that would end with you on the floor crying instead of him. You took an arepa out of your basket and threw it to Juan's best friend, Daniel.

"Give that to him when stops crying. I may know how fight, but I'm not heartless."

As you turned away you smirked to yourself. That arepa wasn't going to do anything to help Juan. You had made it. You wanted to see how good your baking was compared to Julieta's according to your brothers, but this was a much better plan. Besides, when he gets up, he can get a real one.

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"Hey, Y/N! What took you so long? Did you burn down the kitchen or something?"

"No. I got into a fight."

"Really? You don't even look injured!"

"I know! I thought Juan would've been a harder fight, but he went down with a punch and a couple kicks."

"Juan? You do mean the guy who is at least a foot taller than you and super muscular, right? There isn't a different one?"

"The very same. He said some crap about Dolores being his girlfriend and kissing him, so I made him feel pain."

Your voice was calm as you talked and Camilo and Carlos shared a look. Carlos whispered something to Camilo.

"So this is why Mami hates when she gets into fights. She knows the others won't stand a chance."

Camilo nodded and stared at you. You notice.

"What?"

"Nothing, let's just get started on these snacks."

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His feelings for the team run deeper than anyone else’s!

Kurofes: Imayoshi | Wakamatsu | Sakurai | Susa

Wakamatsus kurofes pages (2!! wow!) now fully translated and put together all nicely!! because i love him and he deserves it!! using alisayamins scans again for the pages above!

Below the cut is the transcription + some notes and comments!! Hope you enjoy it!!💝

The short-tempered, hot-blooded, aggressive center!!

PROFILE ●Height: 193cm ●Weight: 85kg ●Birthday: April 16 (aries) ●Blood type: A ●Motto: Where there is a will, there is a way ●Favorite food: Yakisoba ●Hobby: Cycling ●Special skill: Chugging milk (i really do love that its specifically milk. He could just be good at chugging drinks but it has to be milk) ●Best school subject: Geography ●Committee: Disciplinary committee -> if youre curious about what they do like i was, according to a quick search, their main tasks seem to be checking uniforms, belongings and tardy students; acting as security during school festivals by patrolling the grounds; organizing bicycles every morning (checking if theyre in the right spot for each grade and class); giving traffic safety instructions at the crosswalk next to the school; greet students in the morning like the student council... theyre generally asked to act as role models to the students or to substitute for homeroom teachers so apparently theyre not very popular ●Family: Father, mother, younger brother ●Not good at: Getting along with Aomine ●Special skill (basketball): High post -> spin move ●Type of girls he likes: Slightly airheaded girls -> i dont know if 'airhead' would be the exact word, but when i looked up the term online i found an article calling these people similar to the exact kind of people imayoshis profile says hes not good with, so im using the same word (i think its absolutely hilarious). its apparently more like, someone who looks smart and reliable but is actually quite clumsy in reality. People who often make mistakes without any bad intentions and despite their best efforts. A little careless. ●How he spends his time off: Cycling ●Why he started playing basketball: On a gut feeling ●Player he has his eye on: Kiyoshi Teppei

This center supports the team's offense and defense with his strong body! He's a player full of youthful vigor who wears his emotions on his face.

A center combining speed and power! He's a player who can boast of both height and a strong body! The combination of speed and power makes him a formidable opponent who not only provides a stable defense for his team, but is also quick on the counterattack—his scoring ability is not to be underestimated!

Wakamatsu Kousuke’s memorable line: During the first round of the Winter Cup, he takes possession of the ball with a unique shout in a rebound battle against Seirin's Kiyoshi! His burning fighting spirit shines through his words!!

Fans’ favorite characteristic: He tends to rush forward recklessly, yet his simple character fires up those watching him! Although he can't see eye to eye with Aomine, he still gives his all for the sake of bringing victory to the team.

His feelings for the team run deeper than anyone else's His love for his team is strong, and he always pays attention to those around him. He is set to become the new captain after the 3rd years' retirement.

Power that rivals Kagami's! His reaction speed and strength under the hoop are top-class.

He hates Aomine... He can't stand Aomine's selfish behavior, but he acknowledges his skill when it comes to basketball.

A word from Fujimaki-sensei! You could say I like him the best out of everyone in Touou. I hope he can get along with Aomine. -> his comment in wakamatsus character bible entry was also like 'i like that hes simple. ah, but he really is noisy.' i love that hes loved by fujimaki haha

KUROtter!! I love him!!! (Mx. M, Kanagawa Prefecture) Doseeei!! I love passionate characters! (Mx. K, Akita Prefecture)

[xinnabon]

so like, im in the car and i thought of a really, really stupid like a whole universe of crack and yet its super weird and i'm composing it rn have fun reading oh and also, calling all itto fans for this because im up for some crack amd ive been thinking about it two straight days and i cant get it off my mind. (especially ones who like to tease their s/o a whole lot this crack might be specifically for you.)

--

you know how you tease itto a lot and mostly flirt about it. pretty sure he flirts back and if you really keep it up, it's a battle of the multiple flirts laid onto each other.

he flirts there, you flirt there, taking back with him again, comebacks with you. a whole set of chaos and tons of blushing. he'd like to keep you entertained for a while until you're out of silly and flirtatious lines to keep the situation running.

when he's almost out, i'm sure he panicks and cracks up and sort of start boasting of how cool he is to change the subject, i'm sure you won't let that happen. counting on you.

he'd love to see and await on that one expression that will stay stunned on your face for hours once he gets your weak point to make you all flustered. but no, plottwist comes.

"oh no." he's all out. he has nothing left. it's game over. oh, but wait... he's holding onto you  on the waist?

he sits on the bedside and now you look down seeing a smug smile. just what is he planning.

"come closer." and boy that sure caught you off. leaning in closer, his scent awaits you on an alluring catch, he knows how handsome he is.

you look forward with him, your eyes and his about to fall seemingly like in a bliss of kisses.

but no he spits on your face and goes cackling

"EWWW! YOU SON OF A B--"

"AH, AH, AH! THERE'S NO BAD WORDS ALLOWED IN THIS HOLY ESTATE WE'RE IN--"

anyways insert yourself in bad blood by taylor swift music video on time stamp: 3:06, while the house u two lived in is on fire. purposely that is.

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a/n: i got back home and its currently 2am and i wanted to post this vv quick before i eat a snack or so and god i really was stupid for the time being I KNOW but i dont rlly care about the banner or whatsoever added or whatever aesthetics you want me to becausr this is crack we're talking about. no one cares. good night nerds.

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Plank All Over Me - 72 Questions With Vogue Edition

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

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“Hi. I’m here from Vogue. Mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“Oh, hey. Didn’t see you there.” You flirtatiously flipped your perfectly curled hair over your shoulder and winked at the camera. “Come on in.”

You walked inside your house, and gestured for the camera man to follow. In preparation for the interview, you and Tom had gotten out every award you’d ever won and strategically placed them around the house. You smiled at the camera and rubbed your hand over your growing baby bump.

“Welcome to my crib. Sorry it’s such a mess.” You rolled your eyes and faked a laugh, knowing the house was far from being a mess. You kept walking and saw Tom in the living room, polishing on of his awards with a feather duster.

“Oh my stars.” You feigned a gasp once you spotted Tom. “Is that my husband, the critically acclaimed movie star and Lip-sync battle winner, Tom Holland? I had no idea he was home.” You winked at the camera again.

“Oh, hello.” Tom stopped dusting and posed with a smile. “Don’t mind me. I was just cleaning this.”

“Might want to give that a dusting too.” You pointed to one of your awards before sending the camera another huge smile.

“Are you guys ready to answer some questions?” The camera guy asked.

“I was born ready.” Tom concurred with a smile.

“You were a C section baby.” You reminded him. “You weren’t even born.”

“I was removed ready.” He kept the same tone in his voice.

“Where did you meet?” The camera man asked as you and Tom began to walk towards your backyard.

“We met at BBC Radio 1 while doing the Plank All Over Me challenge.” Tom answered.

“Where was your first date?”

“Cracker Barrel.” You winked at the camera as you opened your back door. Tom laughed and shook his head at your joke.

“It was not. We got milkshakes at an Ice Cream Shop in Soho.” He corrected you.

“Who made the first move?”

“Why, he did.” You touched a hand to your heart. “He found me after the planking challenge, both our arms sore and aching, and asked me out on a date. We’ve been together ever since.”

“When you did you move in together?”

“About six months into the relationship when I realized she had a bigger bathroom than me.” Tom answered as he took a seat in one of your decorative deck chairs.

“How long have you been together?”

“Since September 29, 2019 at precisely 6:33 p.m.” You responded.

“Wow. Just a year?”

“Realistically, we’ve been together for a few years, but that’s when this series was first posted.” You shrugged. Tom and the camera blinked in confusion for a few minutes as they processed what you said.

“Moving on.” The camera man cleared his throat. “Tom, how did you pick an engagement ring?”

“I went into the shop and I said “which is the least expensive because I’m trying to buy a Porsche” and that’s how she ended up with this bad boy.” Tom smirked as he held up your hand to show off your engagement ring.

“I can’t wait to tell our baby that story.” You played along as you rubbed your baby bump.

“When did you know you wanted to propose?”

“As soon as she started whining because the planking was hurting her arms, I knew she was the one.” Tom joked.

“Did you know he was going to propose?”

“Surprisingly, no.” You laughed. “It’s the one secret he’s ever kept.

“I nearly got an ulcer from trying to keep it from her.” Tom blew out a breath.

“Who planned the majority of the wedding?”

“I did.” You declared. “I had to text Tom the morning of the wedding to remind him where the venue was.”

“Did either of you cry?”

“As soon as I mentioned the yoga challenge in my vows, the whole room was sobbing.” Tom teased.

“How big was the reception?”

“Let’s just say, we had all the Avengers there.” Tom nodded.

“All the important ones, anyway.” You joked. “Mackie couldn’t make it.”

“How did you spend your honeymoon?”

“We went to Bali and didn’t see any of it.” Tom smirked, earning a playful smack on the arm from you.

“What’s been your favorite video together?”

“I loved the prank with Josh.” You answered with a smile.

“I didn’t.” Tom shook his head. “I nearly threw hands with a ginger that day. I quite liked the friendship test.”

“What video gave you the fondest memories?”

“Spill your Guts, for sure. That’s when I learned about the existence of this one.” Tom beamed as he rubbed your baby bump.

“What was your least favorite video to film?”

“We already know Tom’s answer.” You chuckled.

“Prank interview.” He stated. “To this day, I hate it.”

“Did you see yourself getting married when you first met?”

“All I saw were the nose hairs in Tom’s nostrils when we first met.” You laughed. “After all, he did plank on me for six and a half minutes.”

“I had a feeling we would.” Tom smiled shyly. “Or a hope, at least.”

You pouted at his sincerity and leaned forward to kiss him, which his happily accepted.

“Have you thought of baby names?”

“Josh.” You answered immediately and Tom groaned.

“I’m kidding.” You rolled your eyes. “I really like the name Ryan Reynolds though.”

”What are you hoping for?”

“An oscar.” Tom answered at the same time you said “A divorce.”

“You already want a divorce?” The camera man laughed.

“Oh, not a divorce from Tom.” You assured him. “I want Ryan Reynolds to divorce Blake Lively so he can marry me instead.” You explained as Tom nodded along.

“And I want to die every time she says that.” He cracked a smile.

“Let’s get back to the baby questions.” The camera man said as you began to move around the yard. “Do you know the gender?”

“We do.” Tom said deviously. “But we’re not telling.”

“Do you think the baby will be more like their mother or their father?”

“Definitely me.” You stated.

“Why are you so sure?”

“Because Tom’s not the father.” You smiled sweetly. Tom stared at the camera with an unamused expression and shook his head.

“Who’s going to be the fun parent?”

“Considering I’m the parent who can swing from buildings, I say me.” Tom boasted.

“Who’s going to teach the baby how to read?”

“I am. And after the baby learns, they can teach Tom.” You smiled as you patted Tom’s shoulder.

“Do you think the baby will like to plank?”

“If they’re anything like their mommy, no.” Tom poked fun at you.

“And if they’re anything like their daddy, they’ll grow up to play the Green Lantern.” You shot back.

“Hahahah. She’s so funny.” Tom forced a laugh at your joke.

“Do you think the baby will develop your senses of humor?”

“Wait, you have a sense of humor?” You asked Tom. “You didn’t tell me that.”

“She loves me so much, it’s crazy.” Tom deadpanned towards the camera.

“Do you want the baby to grow up to be an actor or actress like you guys?”

“I just want the baby to be happy.” Tom gave a serious answer. “Every thing else will fall into place on its own.”

“That’s a great answer. Do you think you’ll post about the baby a lot of keep them out of the spotlight for the first few years of their life?”

“I think we’ll wait until they’re at least 4 months old until we exploit them for our own financial gain.” You said and Tom nodded along.

“Have you picked out the godparents yet?”

“Hugh Jackman and Jake Gyllenhaal.” You joked. “They’re so excited. Jake said he would take the baby fishing.”

“He’s taken me fishing a few times.” Tom said as he stared off.

“How have you been preparing for the baby?”

“Well, I personally stopped sleeping, changed my whole diet, started lactating, and my pelvic bone separated in the middle so that I could push the baby out. Tom, what did you do?” You tilted your head at him.

“I bought the car seat.” Tom said proudly. “My wife picked it out, though.”

“I also drove him there.” You glared at the camera for a moment, cracking a smile after your joke.

“What are you most looking forward to after the baby is born?”

“Laying on my stomach.” You laughed as you looked down at your protruding bump.

“I also miss laying on her stomach.” Tom pouted as he rubbed the bump. “That was my favorite cuddle position.”

“Aw. I’m sorry we can’t cuddle the way you want to anymore because I’m growing your child inside my body.” You said sarcastically, making Tom laugh.

“Thank you for growing our child inside your body. I don’t say it enough.” Tom praised as he leaned in for a kiss.

“You’re welcome.” You smiled at him before turning to the camera man. “Anything else you want to know?”

“Actually, I have a question.” Tom stated as he looked at the camera.

“What’s that?” The camera man asked. You and Tom looked at each other and exchanged a smile before turning back the the camera.

“Are you excited to meet our baby girl?”

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