#never involve anyone else in what you have going on.“

[lmo82]

How L is with N vs A

With N

-the looks he would give her during the whole tour

-always touching/cuddling

-always holding hands and L will bring her hand even closer to him, like towards his legs more or in Brazil his Crotch…lol

-Always being body guard Luke

-Pulls her closer to his body, like in Italy WT pictures

-they share drinks and utensils like couples do

-interviewers believe they are really in love.  The one gasp from the reporter when N caresses L hair

-they both talk about how much they love each other 

-L meeting N family.  This one is HUGE for me and the one I always go back to.  N sister crying when Mom and L hug.  SIL snapping her fingers, while patting N’s brother on the chest.  Mom nodding her head approvingly as she walks back to her seat.  And in another video it shows N wiping away tears as her mom and L hug.  

-L wouldn’t let go of N hand at the London premiere

-the ring, enough said there

-As an add on N mentioning people wanting her to marry L in Time.  She also mentions her dad who has passed and she rarely talks about him.  To me it seems like she is mentioning the two most important men in her life in a very very important article about herself

How L is with A

-NYE kiss, where maybe they were drunk and then apparently a simple kiss the next day at a tennis court(have not seen this one). This was pre WT so to me it doesn’t even need to be including per say, but doing it anyway

-she was on friend trips with L, never seemed alone, even if that was alluded to

-Was at both premieres but L avoided her, even when she tried holding his hand…claw grasp anyone? 

-A was at GQ event with R and S too.  All pictures of them together he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else

-In Sorrento he was Lifeguard Luke *

-in videos he doesn’t know he is being recorded he avoids her, like not being near each other for Rs birthday cake video or the recent Boss event bts footage

-Didn’t see them around each other since July until recently.  Just pictures alluding to them being around each other 

-Boss event where after helping her out of the car let’s go of her hand and it looked awkward.

-Inside Boss event they did look close and laughing and hands on each others backs.*

-like stated above though, bts video of the event shows that after they walked into the event they weren’t close to each other.  Another bts video of them getting drinks again not close, in fact L seem to keep his drink in his right hand to keep the space between them

In conclusion how he is with N screams love and couple.  The only thing that says couple with A are the two on my list with the * .  And both those times it appears they knew they were being filmed.  Now I don’t know why N and L would go to this trouble to pretend to be in relationships with others.  Not going to address JD because that one isn’t worth a breakdown If you look at his friends and SM.   On the other hand I don’t understand why the world tour would all be PR either…especially with N family involved.  A lot of what we got from, N and L was from the WT, so people want to ignore it as PR…I don’t.  Yesterday I kind of went down that path and it doesn’t make sense.  It just doesn’t.  So if we believe that the WT was them being them, we need to realize that 2 somewhat displays of affection between L and A are not even close to the levels we got from L and N.  Why are we holding more weight to those 2 displays.  Especially when L has never confirmed that is his girlfriend.  And the few articles written have always been about promoting A.  I know to the outside or more “realist” people we seem conspiracy level nuts, but we are looking at the big picture imo.

[legalmente-loca]

Hii! Idk if you take requests, but my idea is witch!user x Sam (or anyone but Sam preferably). The idea is that user is Rowena’s daughter, and she basically forbid user from dating Sam, and user didn’t want to disobey her mom, so she didn’t date Sam. But Sam got cursed on a hunt by a witch, making him lust for user. They’re in a motel, and user is trying to find some spell to fix Sam in their spell book.. when Sam can’t hold back anymore. Things go from there, it’s smut, yes. Also if you could include a choking kink (u don’t have to if ur uncomfortable.)

Sorry for the long msg, ty for reading if you did and ty if you decide to make this fic! Love your fics sm!

Sex Spell

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Witch!Female Reader

Summary: You walked away from him because of your mother, his brother will be the one who unites you again... And a spell.

Word Count: 2,457

Tags/Warnings: 18+, smut, rough sex, desesperate Sam, sex pollen, choking kink

loca's notes: Hello and sorry for the delay. My bedroom is being redecorated and I can't sleep there, so my sanctuary is unavailable.

You loved him… You really did…

That’s why you had to let him go. Sam made you laugh, told you his secrets, and shared his feelings in the same way you felt safe to do the same. Sam was good. A boy who had made difficult decisions, but good at the end of the line. And in a world where that’s so hard to find, maybe it was that part of him that you liked best. You were a witch after all, your world was different from many others. The hunters were chasing you even though you had never hurt anyone. But being Rowena MacLeod’s daughter made you a target for many.

A part of you hated your mother. After all, she was the one who would have banned you from seeing Sam, noting that you were getting along too well and that it wasn’t a simple business relationship.

“But, mom, I love him!”

She had looked at you with slight surprise and approached you slowly.

“Oh, honey… There will be other men you’ll love and whose hearts you’ll break.” He touched the tip of your nose with his finger. “As long as he’s not a hunter or a Winchester, I’ll let you do whatever you want with them, my little dove.”

And that had been the end of the conversation. Everything with her was like that. You argued, but she would always be the one who was right and had the last word.

Your heart felt loneliness in the face of that forbidden love, but what else could you do that would not involve disobeying your mother’s order?

But it seems that one call was enough to get you out of the way.

Dean was that call, saying they were on a case where a witch was involved. They had not been able to hunt her because she cast a spell on Sam. Dean couldn’t explain Sam’s condition to you, so you quickly moved to his hotel room with a bag hanging from your shoulder.

“Dean.”

He looked back at you and sighed in relief.

“Hey, you’re here.”

“Tell me what happened.”

“I left him with her for a few minutes and then he started acting… Strange.”

“Strange in what way?”

He sighed and placed his hands on his hips.

“Look out for yourself. I will go consult with other hunters.”

He patted your arm before getting into his car and driving away. You looked at the door and mentally prepared yourself for what would follow. You hadn’t seen him in a long time. You opened it and stepped inside, closing it behind you, sealing it.

And there it was… Your forbidden love…

He had his back to you, his elbows on his knees as he sat on the edge of the bed. The muscles of his back showed through his shirt. He hadn’t heard you arrive, too absorbed in his pain.

“Sammy…”

He raised his head and turned to look at you.

“Darlin’…”

He stood up and started to approach you, but something stopped him. It was a pain in his belly, and he brought an arm around your torso, writhing in place. You approached him to help him, but he stopped you with a hand in front of you.

“No… Don’t come any closer.” His forehead was sweaty, his vision seemed unfocused, and his attention was everywhere.

“What do you feel?”

“You don’t want to know…”

His fingers and toes tingled at your presence and he could barely look you in the eyes.

“Come on, Sammy, I need to know your symptoms and see what I can do.”

He sat back down on the bed, his gaze on the floor, avoiding you.

“It’s kind of embarrassing.” He tried to laugh, but another wave of pain passed through his body, making him gasp.

“Spells usually are.” You sat in a chair that was next to the table.

“I… I feel… Hot. Very hot.”

The pain in his belly was such that he found himself hunched over, his mind flashing through images of you naked in provocative poses.

“You mean temperature?”

“No, I mean…” He looked up at you, but quickly closed his eyes and shook his head. “I mean another kind of hot.”

“Oh…”

You understood and left your bag on the floor. You began to search through the books.

“I told you. Embarrassing.”

“No, it’s okay. I just… I didn’t expect it.”

You pulled out a book and started flipping through it.

“It have a solution?”

“Every spell has a solution. The problem is that the witch who did this to you is probably a love witch.”

“Love witch? Are you kidding?”

He was trying to keep the conversation going because he couldn’t stop thinking about jumping on you.

“The reason why you feel such a strong emotion is because its creator is knowledgeable in the matter.” You quickly read a paragraph before shaking your head and continuing to browse. “Only a love witch can make you feel that way with that intensity.”

“Well, the reason we were looking for her was because she cast a spell on a man who committed suicide,” he groaned lowly, pursing his lips. “And in his farewell letter he says that he did it in the name of love. And we found a spell bag in his apartment.”

“Yes, love can be… Complicated.” You cleared your throat and continued searching.

He looked up at you and felt a thick liquid wetting his boxers even more.

“So… Let’s talk about the elephant in the room?”

You looked up briefly, two fingers playing with the page, before looking down again.

“Does Rowena know you’re here?” He asked.

“If that were the case, she would have locked myself in my room and killed you or placed a worse spell on you.”

He nodded his head and couldn’t help but scan your body with his gaze. It was as if his vision had sharpened only on your body, as if he couldn’t take it off of you.

“I can’t cure you myself.” You said, returning to the professional topic. “As it is a complex spell, I need an equally complex counterspell.”

“And it says something there?” He pointed to the book.

“Nothing for you for now.”

You continued reading. You didn’t know how much time I had. He had probably cast a spell on him so that he would suffer for an exact amount of time before meeting his death.

“You never spoke to me again.” He said suddenly.

You sighed and shook your head.

“I know.”

“Was it because of your mother or something else?” When he noticed that you were focused on the book on your lap, he said your name again. “C’mon, look at me.” You set the book aside, finally looking at him. “I need to know.”

“You know it was because of my mother. “She never approved of what happened between us.”

“You could have told me instead of disappearing.”

“I know you, Sam, and I know you would have looked for a way for us to be together. And that would only have caused her to murder you along with your brother.”

He got up and started walking in circles. His boxers were tight on him and the sound of your voice made him want to arch his back like a cat.

“At least I would have known you wanted to stay away from me.”

“You know that’s not true.” You got up. “I loved you, Sammy, and that’s why I had to stay away.”

He ran his gaze over your body again. He bit back a moan, the knot in his stomach tightening even more. His eyes were wild, filled with lust that you could sense emanating from him.

“How are you feeling?”

“Worse since you’ve been here.”

“Let me consult it.”

You turned your back on him and started flipping through the book. Sam doesn’t know how, but he caught the scent of your hair and that made him moan quietly, so quietly that you didn’t hear him, absorbed in your book. He started walking towards you, one step in front of the other. The fingers of his hand tensed and relaxed. The lust he felt was inexplicable, something from another world. It was painful, but with you it was just intense. He wanted to touch you, run his hands over your body, kiss every inch of your skin and make you his until you didn’t want to leave him again.

He stopped right behind you, your figure shorter than his. He reached up and brushed your hair to the side, revealing your neck. Your actions stopped.

“Your aroma… Have you always had such a special aroma?”

“It’s the spell, Sam, not you.”

“No, you… You actually smell good.”

He inhaled your scent again, this time with his nose in your hair. Not close to it so as not to make you uncomfortable, but rubbing against it.

A shiver ran through you and you closed your eyes.

“I need you, baby…” He whispered. “I need to feel you like before again.”

“You never lost me.”

He held your shoulders and turned you around. He took a deep breath and pushed you back against the table.

“Tell me that you want this. “Please, tell me, ‘cause I can’t take it anymore.”

Your breathing came faster, the tips of your fingers tickling.

“I want it…” Hearing your confirmation, his mouth glued to his. He didn’t even give you time to breathe, his lips on yours while his tongue ran through you. His hands moved to your hips and went under your shirt. He caressed your skin with his thumbs and lifted your shirt, pulling it over your head.

“You are so beautiful.” He murmured, lowering his mouth to your neck.

He bit lightly, his body hot on yours, his movements quick, unrestrained.

You took off his shirt and tossed it to the side before wanting to kneel, but you were stopped by him.

“I don’t have time for that. I need to feel you around me now.” He unbuckled his belt and held your ass, lifting you up and carrying you to the bed, where he threw you.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked.

“Oh, baby, I’ve never wanted to do something more than right now.”

He took off his pants along with his boxers and climbed onto the bed above you. He turned you around and pulled down your pants. He left kisses on the nape of your neck, down your back until he lightly nibbled on your buttock. You moaned and moved your ass against his mouth.

“So needy.” He pulled your panties down slowly. “You shouldn’t have disappeared.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you will.”

He buried his face in your ass, licking between your legs and biting softly.

“God, Sammy…” You squirmed in the sheets.

He spat against your core and stuck a finger in, sitting back on his knees. He spanked you, his hand becoming impregnated. A big, red hand that made you itch.

“You are as beautiful as I remembered you.”

He held your buttocks and spread them, moving his hips closer to yours and slowly inserting his cock into your channel. You moaned deeply as he went deeper into you. His cock spread you open in its path and your eyes rolled back as Sam dug his nails into your skin.

“Yes, that’s it.” He laid on top of you and ran his mouth along your jaw, nibbling lightly. “Do you like it? I know you do. God, you feel so good.”

His pace was fast, desperate. That spell had only increased the desire he felt for you and he could no longer wait for his release. Meanwhile, the desire you also felt for him was probably equally if not more intense. The distance you both had been forced to carry was an ache in your heart that was being soothed in this instant.

His thrusts were excruciating and you dug your nails into the pillow beneath your cheek. Moans abandoned between your lips.

“Oh, my Goddess, I missed this.”

“Yeah?” He murmured in your ear. “I know so. Me too.”

He moved his hand up to your neck, where he squeezed lightly. Your breath came out in small amounts and your eyes rolled.

“Yeah, I still remember how much you like this.” He tightened his grip a little more and you moaned. “So good…”

His movements began to get faster and out of rhythm, his hand firmly around your neck as he placed kisses on your cheek.

“S-Sam, I’m-”

“I know, I know… Come for me, baby…”

Your body tensed as pleasure washed over you. Your breathing hitched as you continued to be held captive by Sam’s strong hand. You squeezed him tightly and he groaned, his cock being sucked inside you.

“Oh, God-”

He moaned before exploding inside you. His cum came out in spurts, seeming like it would never end. It filled you, covering you in its thick white paint. There was so much liquid that it even began to overflow and leak out of you hopelessly, dirtying the sheets under you. You even felt your belly expand and you almost regretted not having used a condom, but you were under a reaping cloud of pleasure.

When he relaxed, he slowly pulled out of you, his breath coming out panting against the side of your neck. He let go of your neck and moved his hand away before laying down next to you.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he caressed your back.

You opened your eyes tiredly and nodded your head.

“Yes, I had forgotten what that felt like.” You snuggled into Sam and he held you in his arms.

“Truly, don’t disappear like this again.”

“I won’t do it.” You traced patterns on his chest. “But we need to solve my mother’s problem.”

“We will.” He placed a kiss on your head. “I know we’ll.”

You took a deep breath and propped yourself up on one elbow, looking at him.

“By the way, how are you feeling?”

He smiled and moved the sheets over both of them.

“You know? I think the cure was sex.” You both laughed and you kissed his neck. “You think you could replicate that spell?”

“Oh, shut up.” You gently hit his chest. “We have to tell Dean.”

You moved to get up, but Sam stopped you, returning you to your spot on the bed.

“Later. Let’s enjoy this.” He murmured as he nuzzled your neck.

You stayed there, entwined in each other. You didn’t know how to solve your mother’s problem yet, but for this moment, you were together and at peace.

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✦ A Unexpected Surprise || Draco Malfoy ||

A/n: Hufflepuff!Reader / Muggle!Reader.

Draco never in a million year's thought he would marry a muggle born but there you were beautiful as ever sitting in the arm chair. You brought him back from his depression with one little smile, you chased his nightmares away.

He owed you everything and now you we're giving him a child.

Resting his hand on your belly, Draco kissed the top of your head. "I'll be back as quick I can...if my father say's something."

Grasping his hand you brought hands to your lip giving it a kiss. "I'll be fine Draco."

With one last look, Draco wrinkled his nose as he Apparated away. A loud clap of thunder echoing through the Manor as a gasp tore from your lips.

The storm outside the Malfoy Manor raged with a ferocity that seemed to shake the very foundation of the ancient house. Rain lashed against the windows, and thunder growled like an angry beast, echoing through the halls. The storm had come suddenly and violently, trapping everyone indoors—and, to Lucius Malfoy’s growing dismay, it had decided to coincide with you going into labor.

Lucius had never imagined himself in such a predicament. Yet here he was, standing stiffly in the corner of the sitting room, staring at the young woman doubled over on the chaise lounge, your breaths coming in sharp, panicked gasps.

“Draco should be here,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. His son was still in London, delayed by the very storm that now left Lucius and you alone in this impossible situation.

“He’s not,” you managed through gritted teeth, clutching your swollen belly as another contraction ripped through you, a pained cry escaped your lips, tears running down your cheeks. “And unless you’ve figured out a way to stop time, we’re going to have to deal with this… now.” You hissed.

Lucius pinched the bridge of his nose, as if he could will the absurdity of the situation away. “Surely the house elves—”

“No!” You barked, your face pale but fierce. “I don’t need a house elf. I need someone who can—” you gasped sharply as another contraction hit. “Who can keep me calm until Draco gets here!"

Lucius froze, caught between his natural instinct to pass the responsibility onto someone else and the realization that there was no one else. With Narcissa visiting someone, and the storm cutting off the Floo network, he was the only person available.

“Very well,” he said stiffly, as if accepting a particularly unpleasant assignment. “What do you need me to do?”

You gave him a pained smile, your sweat-dampened hair clinging to your face. “Don’t just stand there like a statue. Help me breathe through this.”

Lucius straightened his robes, his discomfort evident as he knelt—actually knelt—beside you. He glanced at you awkwardly. “Breathe… how?”

You groaned, partly from the contraction, partly from frustration. “In through your nose, out through your mouth. Like this.” You demonstrated as best as you could, wincing through the effort.

Lucius mimicked you, his sharp features contorting slightly as he inhaled and exhaled in exaggerated measure. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered, though he didn’t stop.

“It’s not ridiculous—it’s helping!” You snapped, gripping his hand before he could retreat. The force of your hold made him wince.

As the minutes crawled by, Lucius found himself increasingly involved. He supported you as you shifted positions, fetched water when you asked for it, and even—reluctantly—offered words of encouragement.

“You’re… managing well,” he said awkwardly as you groaned through another contraction.

“That’s the most you can say?” You panted, glaring at him through narrowed eyes, chest heaving as the thunder raged on.

Lucius frowned, clearly unused to providing emotional support. “What do you want me to say?”

You let out a strained laugh despite the pain. “I don’t know—maybe that I’m doing amazing and you’re impressed?”

Lucius sighed, running a hand through his immaculate hair, which was now slightly disheveled. “Very well. You’re doing… amazing. I’m impressed,” he said, the words sounding stilted but oddly sincere.

By the time the labor progressed to its most critical stage, Lucius was no longer merely an observer—he was fully entrenched. You, through sheer desperation, had coaxed him into helping you position yourself properly on the chaise. Her face was pale but your determination shone through.

“You need to tell me if you see the baby’s head,” you gasped.

Lucius balked, his face paling. “Surely, you can’t mean—”

“Lucius,” you interrupted sharply, your voice trembling but firm. “You’re the only one here. Please, just help me.”

For perhaps the first time in his life, Lucius Malfoy abandoned his dignity entirely. Rolling up his sleeves with a grim determination, he positioned himself at the end of the chaise, muttering under his breath about the absurdity of the situation.

After what felt like an eternity—but was, in reality, only minutes—you let out a final, piercing cry. A moment later, the room was filled with the shrill wail of a newborn.

Lucius stared in stunned silence at the tiny, squirming bundle in his hands. The baby—small, red, and undeniably alive that looked utterly out of place in his perfectly manicured grip.

“You… you did it,” he said quietly, glancing up at you, who was slumped back against the cushions, tears streaming down your face.

“No,” you said hoarsely, your smile breaking through your exhaustion. “We did it.” Your body finally relaxing after the whole ordeal.

Lucius hesitated before nodding, a flicker of something unrecognizable—pride?—crossing his face. Carefully, he wrapped the baby in the blanket you had prepared and placed the child in your waiting arms.

When Draco finally arrived, soaked and frantic, he found you resting peacefully with his newborn son in your arms. Lucius stood nearby, his expression unreadable, kneeling by his side he smoothed out your hair then dropped his gaze to his son.

“Father?” Draco asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. “You stayed with her?”

Lucius straightened his robes, his composure fully restored. “Someone had to ensure everything went smoothly. And, I might add, I handled the situation… admirably.”

You chuckled weakly, looking at Draco with a knowing smile. “Your father was a lifesaver.”

Draco blinked, glancing between the two of you. “Well… thank you..father.”

Lucius waved him off, his voice calm but firm. “You owe me nothing, Draco. Just… ensure that boy grows up understanding the importance of the Malfoy name.”

Draco smiled faintly shaking his head as his gaze softened on you. “He’ll grow up understanding the importance of family. That’s what matters.”

For once, Lucius didn’t argue. Instead, he gave a curt nod, quietly excusing himself to let the new family share their moment, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he left the room.

[strawhatmay]

Just a little drabble I managed to write, but it IS my first ever piece of Zosan fanfiction 😭 (althought it is not about them lol) As always, constructive critiscism is more than welcomed.

[Zoro runs into someone on the way to the bathroom in the Vinsmoke house]

It was late, very late, but Zoro really had to go take a piss, so he got up, grabbed Sanji’s robe and got out of the bedroom as quietly as possible.

 

This big ass house and no private bathroom, just the logic of Judge Vinsmoke, "let's make a gigantic one, practically a mansion, oh toilets? I don't give a fuck, put them wherever." Zoro never met him really, he died when Sanji was 6, good fucking riddance.

Even after the Vinsmoke siblings all turned 21, they still share a house. Sora insisted, she wanted them all in one place as long as they were happy here, and well, none of them had the heart to say no to their mom.

 

So that's why Zoro has to go through a maze to find a bathroom in the middle of the night, instead of just finding one a few steps away from the bed in a hypothetical apartment they would own. Or, Sanji would own, he means. Zoro would love to move in with him, but Sanji might like to have his own place for a bit before that.

 

 

Ah, Sanji. He needs to hurry up so he can go back to bed. They had a little argument a week ago and now they were back, he was back in his arms. It was silly, so silly, they just needed to talk it out, and last night Sanji called him saying he missed him, so Zoro was throwing tiny rocks at his window 5 minutes later.

 

"Yeah that's definitely the bathroom," Zoro thinks when he recognizes the door. Just when he's aproaching it, another figure in a bright pink robe appears in the dark and goes to the door as well. Both in robes so clearly from their respective partners, they stop and stare at each other.

 

 

"Roronoa" she aknowledges, a bit irritated.

 

"Tash" says Zoro, trying to sound friendly.

 

…awkward.

 

"Made up with Blondie?" Tashigi asks with a teasing smile.

 

"Back together with Pinkie?" Zoro answers.

 

She smiles. "Why else would I be here?"

 

"I don't know, maybe you were seeing one of her brothers."

 

"Ew."

 

"Or maybe you sneaked in," Zoro shrugs.

 

"Yeah right, cause I'M the one who climed through Sanji's balcony like three hours ago." Look at that, now she was teasing in a friendly way. Zoro can never tell if Tashigi is a friend or an enemy.

 

"How do you even know about that?" Zoro asks, suddendly worried the rest of the house heard him too.

 

"Sanji's room is right on top of the library, we literally saw you the whole time. You know you can just use the door, right?" she asks him like he's dumb.

 

"It's more fun this way" he says, trying to look nonchalant.

 

She pauses and then asks: "You’re scared of Zeff?"

Caught.

 

"...maybe, so what? He's intimidating" Zoro admits, because really, would anyone blame him?

 

"He's an old chef with one leg," she says, leaning on the wall and crossing her arms. "Besides, he likes you more than he likes me and I'm allowed to use the door."

 

"Yeah well, I've never broken up with *my* Vinsmoke," Zoro says, but then he feels that maybe it was a bit cold, so he adds "no offense."

 

"It's fine, it is what it is" Tashigi says, now seeming a little sad.

 

Zoro knows why Tashigi broke up with Reiju a couple times in the past. Reiju and Sanji are pretty close, and naturally, Sanji tells him everything. He doesn't wanna get too involved in other people's bussiness, but at least he can offer some advice.

 

"Hey, so...I don't know much about your relationship but...I often think I don't deserve him either, you know?"

 

Zoro tells her, carefully.

 

Tashigi looks at him, she seems to be paying real attention now.

 

He continues "and that's ok, it's ok to feel unworthy sometimes, but just...try to trust that she thinks you actually are, that you do deserve her and trust her judgement. It's her decision to be with you, to choose you, you know?"

 

A few seconds pass, Zoro starts fidgeting with the fabric of his yellow robe.

 

"Huh...and here I thought Blondie chose you only because of your boobs" Tashigi says, now fully on her feet, with her hands on her hips. She smiles. Zoro mirrors the smile.

 

"Thank you, Zoro" she says and bumps his shoulder softly with her fist.

 

"You're welcome" he says and does the same to her.

 

Just when they finish talking, the door to the bathroom opens.

A VERY tall guy with purple hair comes out wearing a red robe. He stands in the middle of Zoro and Tashigi, looks between them and says “all yours” as he walks away.

The other two stare at each other surprised.

“…was that Charlotte Katakuri?” Tashigi whispers as she looks at the red robe dissappear in the hallway.

“I can’t believe it” Zoro says, finally closing his mouth. “Did he not completely hate Ichiji?” he adds, whispering as well.

“Right, cause two people can’t hate each other but also want to fuck” says Tashigi and gives Zoro a pointed look.

“…ok, I get it” he answers and looks around a bit embarrassed.

“They are way more controversial than you two though, both captains of rival teams” she half whispers as she gets a bit closer.

“The Charlottes are gonna hate us even more” says Zoro.

“Us?”

“Well, yeah, we’re part of the Vinsmoke clan, aren’t we?” Zoro asks with a frown.

“I guess, yeah, I never thought about it before”

A moment passes.

“Hey, look at us gossiping” Zoro laughs. “Guess now I have a friend in this house” he adds as he opens the bathroom door.

“Hey ‘friend’, why do YOU get to go-“ but the door is closed to her face.

The end.

[scalpho]

need gillariel breakup like a fish needs water not just for my sake fabian's sake and the sake of the world as a whole but for THEIR sakes too. not only is hallariel far too good-looking for gilear but also. i want to like gilear. he's my brother in yogurt. i want to chuckle at his pathetic loser antics. appreciate his GoodFather moments. but that's real hard to do knowing he looked at a woman who threatens to kill her son on the regular #AndMeansIt! and was like yeah i'll propose. yes she's hot but so is every other mother brennan lee mulligan's ever cooked up. grow a backbone you wet paper towel

[crimeronan]

Love love LOVE that part of defining everything includes Amity and Hunter asking if they can still bully eachother and Luz saying yes fine whatever.

They're the worst <3

i sent that bit of the fic to my writing group chat jokingly captioned "this wasn't actually the relationship negotiation i was thinking of when i used the 'relationship negotiation' tag, but. it might as well be"

[vaguely-concerned]

every day my brain produces the sentence 'blue doesn't deserve that zero's dick probably has a vibrate function. but in this life we don't get what we deserve we get what we get'. and every day I have to sigh and go 'I mean it's true but should you say it'

[obayashi]

my friend thinks i have ADHD and started listing a bunch of traits i don’t have and was reacting like im crazy when i told her i don’t have those traits

[forcebookish]

i love this RR in my mentions citing renji begging ichigo to save rukia as evidence that he loves her because they go on to say that he stayed with rukia when rukia begged him to save ichigo in the same thread like dude. DUDE

all you have proven is that ichigo and rukia are obsessed with each other

[songofstrawhats]

If Sanji ever meets this lady they will end up married in under 5 minutes and good for them tbh

[likeclarabow]

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[anruraiocht]

etterath!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

obscure sorrows

(the feeling of emptiness after a long and arduous process is finally complete.)

Six months.

It's half a year after the steel jaws of Leif and Miranda's promise close around Dryas' neck. It's half a year of the Liberation Army suffering under siege in Leonster Castle without even the faintest glimmer of hope. Half a year is enough time for the passing of two seasons, all spent cooped up in a fortress.

"Did you hear?"

It starts as a whisper first, gradually murmuring its way through the army until exhausted voices ring out in exuberant cheers. After six long, arduous months, there is finally good news to boost morale, brought by a flaxen haired messenger.

"Lord Seliph's army has taken Ulster! We're saved!"

The person who should feel the happiest about this news does not join in on the cheering. She goes through the motions, yes, smiling and thanking anyone that offers her their congratulations. She plays her part well, as is expected of her.

"You must be so happy, Princess!"

She should be.

Is it supposed to feel like this? She's been waiting for this moment her whole life as the poor, deposed princess of Ulster. This should be the happiest moment of her life. Her heart should be swelling and she should be crying tears of gratitude. That's how she always imagined it would feel to have her kingdom returned to her.

But she feels nothing.

...Huh? Why?

It must be shock, she tells herself. When it finally sets in that this isn't a dream, that's when she'll be happy, right? She just hadn't expected that someone else would manage where they had failed, that's all. It's been a long six months, so maybe she's just tired from the fighting.

That must be the reason for this numbness she feels.

Even if the steel jaws of the trap they had both set up only ever managed to hurt their own, so long as someone managed to catch the fox, then couldn't all be forgiven?

When she catches sight of Leif across the hall, she finds that he doesn't look very happy, either. For the first time in her life, Miranda thinks that she and Leif are more similar than she would care to admit.

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Not my aunt (who used to have an ex fighting dog even tho she had no knowledge of how to train or handle an abused dog and as a result the poor baby spent a large portion of her life locked in a bedroom) saying she agrees with campsites not allowing pit bulls 😐

[themyscirah]

Simon's flash forward of the future being Jess' first appearance... 🤵🏾‍♂️💍👰🏽‍♀️ anyone???

[thebreakfastgenie]

My favorite thing MacKenzie McHale did was let Will think he hallucinated her in the crowd at Northwestern for like an entire year. She had no reason to do that!! She's just insane!!

[abyssalpriest]

God I could and should write a whole fucking book by the end of this life here on Lev and his symbols

ill write it then burn it before anyone else gets a copy. or i wont. im supposed to be helping him this incarnation here to get a better anchor in this plane so maybe it would help more than itd be weird - im just getting from him the energy of "yeah no people already effectively have these things, people on my plane already know me inside and out to an extensive degree, may as well have it here too" you know. fair