#oops I accidentally posted this twice

[cornflakesdoesart]

Oc Frézia for huevember, supposed to be the 3rd hue but, uhmm maybe it's more like the fourth?? It's hard getting these right traditionally for me , there's a just very little difference between hues that are the same color, I'll probably end up with little clusters of pieces in one color rather than a nice transition between hues but ah well! :")

Also I decided to just do these whenever I feel like, specific monthly challenge who

[cosmic0dust]

Kieran appreciation post (I’m very normal about him trust)

[vohtaro]

dresses ! ✨

[cannibal-nightmares]

stein doodles. would you accept soup from him? i would.

[telomirage]

me: I wonder how haunted this house could be

me a little over halfway into this book: extremely fucking haunted

[theradicalace]

B 1 dplendid?

shhh he's watching a sad movie

[daughterofsarenrae]

Introducing Sparrow <3 she's almost 4 months old and she's the tiniest guy ever

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 358

Adjective: Screeching

Noun: Pollution

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Screeching: (of a person or animal) giving a loud, harsh, piercing cry; making a loud, harsh, squealing noise; moving rapidly with a loud, harsh, squealing noise; a sudden sense

Pollution: the presence in or introduction into the environment of a substance or thing that has harmful or poisonous effects

[chisatowo]

The sillies

[dearaceofhearts]

you walk out after an argument

characters: husk, alastor, angel dust, vox, lucifer word count: 2.9k genre: angst to fluff summary: after an argument with them, you walk out and don't come back for a few days. how do they react? author's note: hello yes this is my first time actually posting something. erm, i think i wrote too much (sorry) but hey we roll with it!! also dude i accidentally posted this before it was ready twice and i had a heart attack oh my god. anyways i don't think vox's is really fluff (oops) but everyone else's is

♡ husk

when you slam the door shut on your way out, husk lets out a low grumble, setting down the glass he was cleaning onto the bar counter with a quiet sigh. it was one of the first arguments you'd had in a long time. although he wasn't usually one to get riled up so easily, the two of you knew each other well enough to know just what buttons to push to get under the other's skin. that, alongside him already having a bad day, had been a recipe for disaster.

in the few days that pass by, it's hard to tell just how affected he is by your absence since he does a pretty good job of keeping a cool facade. to anyone looking, he wouldn't appear any different than usual, just idly cleaning bottles as he always does.

but it's the small things that give away just how much husk cares and worries for you, like how his eyes flicker towards the door whenever someone comes in, his ears perking up slightly. he hates the twinge of disappointment that follows when it's not you, a slight scowl curling at his lips as he takes a swig of alcohol from one of the many bottles on the shelves of the bar. he misses talking to you. you're his favourite drinking buddy, after all.

his gaze always seems to wander back to the front door of the hotel, lingering for just a little too long before he eventually turns back to the bar, expression settling back into its usual grouchiness. but underneath that lies a hint of worry that gnaws at him in the back of his mind, even though he knows you're more than capable of handling yourself. at the end of the day, you can never be too careful in hell.

husk won't force you to come back, but he just wants to know that you're safe and sound. he trusts that you'll come back when you're ready so that the two of you can talk it over and hopefully resolve things. he doesn't want to leave it like this, and he's sure you don't either. you mean a lot more to him than he'd like to admit.

when you decide to finally return to the hotel, he pauses upon catching sight of you stepping through the doorway. he can't help the small wave of relief that washes over him, though you wouldn't be able to tell by the way he smoothly resumes restocking the bar. when you approach the counter, he looks up, giving you a short nod. "hey." he greets you, tone surprisingly softer than you're used to, "you're back."

husk's not really the type to beat around the bush, so he'd likely address the argument pretty quickly. he's also not particularly one for verbal apologies, so he'd probably be more willing to show it through his actions. you see it in the way he lets you cling to him a little longer than he normally does, leaning into him as he wordlessly holds you, his tail loosely curling around your leg. if you listen closely, you can hear some faint purring, too. it makes you smile slightly.

"alright, 'nuff of this sappy stuff." husk grumbles after a few more moments, patting your back gently before pulling back. "i'd kill for a drink right now. care to join me?" he raises a brow, a familiar glint in his eyes as he slides back behind the counter, already moving to make what he knows is your favourite drink.

you grin as you meet his eyes, expression softening. "of course. i'd love nothing more."

♡ alastor

"you're not listening, al." you murmur, exhaling quietly. this makes him pause for a moment, head tilted. your voice sounds different to what he's used to — you're not even angry, no — you just sound... tired. the argument had been going on for a while, and neither of you were getting through to the other.

when you move to leave, he makes no move to stop you, simply watching you with an intent gaze. his voice rings out clear as day in the empty silence. "where do you think you're going, my dear?"

he falters ever so slightly when you turn back to face him with a sturdy, stern gaze, responding with a flatly spoken "out", leaving no room for anything more to be said before closing the door behind you with a quiet click.

alastor won't chase after you, because he expects that you'll come back to him of your own accord. to him, it's basically guaranteed how this'll play out. he's used to demons falling right into his hands without having to exert much effort on his end, and believes that this would be no different.

so when a few days pass by with you not approaching him at all, he finds himself slightly irritated and mildly perplexed, eyes narrowed as his clawed finger taps against his cane with idle impatience. why haven't you sought him out yet?

he's seen you around the hotel, but you've never once acknowledged his presence even if the two of you were in the same room, breezing past him while he's left staring, watching you converse with everyone except him. his eye twitches in irritation, the perpetual smile on his lips strained.

...eventually, after playing a long waiting game to no avail, he decides that perhaps rosie would be able to offer some helpful advice on how to approach this situation, since he's not used to actually handling delicate emotional matters without the— well, the manipulation and deal-making.

one of the main issues is his massive ego. it's that unfaltering pride that gets in the way of him apologising. he may be the radio demon, but all that power can't help him here. and he'd never openly admit to such, but he truly is at somewhat of a loss here. he's already tried most things that he's sure would usually make you forgive him, though for a reason unbeknownst to him, it's not working this time.

"oh alastor," rosie shakes her head with a small huff, "a lady's heart is to be treated with care." she lends some further words of wisdom and encouragement that he listens to with great attentiveness, since he does (begrudgingly) enjoy your company, and it would be a shame if it was lost over such a, in his eyes, trivial matter.

upon his return to the hotel, he manages to get you to sit down with him (after much polite pestering and insistence) to have a chat over some tea. when all is said and done, the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. you sip your tea, watching the blazing fires of hell from the balcony.

"refill?" alastor offers, glancing at you briefly through a sip of his own tea.

"much appreciated." you hum, legs crossed as you throw him a small, slack smile.

♡ angel dust

his frustration slowly fizzles out as the door closes behind you, and the guilt slowly starts to creep in. he knows he shouldn't have said what he did, and he wants nothing more than to apologise and make it up to you — but he understands that it's probably better to give you some time to cool off before trying to approach you again.

despite the argument and the harsh words exchanged between you, the fact that he cares for you with his whole heart will never change, and he hopes you know that too.

while you're away, angel always finds his thoughts drifting to you, wondering how you're doing. are you eating okay? are you drinking enough? sleeping enough? with a shake of his head and a small sigh, he tries his best to return his focus back to the task at hand, whatever it may be.

he knows you can take care of yourself perfectly fine, but he just... misses you. the guilt eats away at him when he's reminded of the look on your face when you left, the brief glimmer of hurt in your eyes before you masked it with anger and tore your gaze away.

one particular night, angel heads over to your room in the hotel out of habit, not really thinking about it when he raises a fist to knock on the door. he had been hoping to spend some time with you, since today had been a particularly rough day for him. he's also been craving for one of your sleepover nights for a while, those nights where you two would stay up to talk about anything and everything until dawn rises. those times were comforting for him — a rare moment of respite in his life.

but then he stops abruptly, remembering that you're not there. he lets his hand fall back to his side, expression quietly downcast. he stands alone in the silent, empty hallway. has it always been this cold?

after a few days, he's just about damn ready to go looking for you, making his way down the stairs as he prepares to head out. he's so focused that he almost misses the sight of you seemingly casually sitting at the bar, nursing a drink in your hands whilst exchanging low murmurs with husk.

he freezes momentarily, taking a deep breath. while he mentally debates with himself whether to approach you or not, husk notices him hesitating on the staircase. he catches angel's gaze, giving him a subtle nod. that's all the affirmation angel needs.

he slides on his usual relaxed demeanour, though it's a little weaker than normal, as he approaches you. he's admittedly a little nervous, but he's determined to work things out with you. he puts a gentle hand on your shoulder to catch your attention. "hey, darlin'. can i talk to you for a minute?"

the two of you head back to your room, where heartfelt apologies are exchanged and a long overdue conversation takes place. at some point during the talk, his hand had found its way on top of yours, thumb brushing over your skin gently. at the end of it all, he gives you a small, content smile. "...baby, you have no idea just how much i adore you." he whispers into the quiet, running his fingers through your hair comfortingly as your head rests on his shoulder.

it was an unspoken agreement that tonight was going to be a sleepover night. prepare for lots of cuddling and gentle, soft kisses.

♡ vox

he's the type to go "ha, see if i care!" when you leave, but he'll still check on you occasionally through the various cameras and electronics around the city — he swears it's just because he's making sure the new limited edition voxtek product he had given to you isn't damaged.

(...it's totally because he's looking out for you, by the way. even if it's only a little. you are his darling, after all. and uh, you'll never know what happened to that guy who tried to hit on you that one time).

(vox made sure not even a trace of that bastard remained).

his obnoxious pride makes him reluctant to reach out first. that, and he's a petty little shit. so everyone around him, whether that be the other vees or his employees, is stuck dealing with his foul mood. he's become even more irritable and susceptible to lashing out than usual since you left.

he'd rather die than admit it, but you were a calming presence in his life that he hadn't realised he needed until you were gone. he hates just how much power you have over him, though you may or may not realise it. he's supposed to be the one in charge. when did you manage to sneak into his heart? his mind is occupied with thoughts of you.

and it only frustrates him more, because you're not here.

all his employees are left on edge, even more so when he takes his anger out on some poor soul who had gotten the numbers wrong on the report they handed in. "clean this mess up." vox snaps, glowering as he fixes the cuffs of his sleeves. the demon at the door hurriedly moves to do as he says, not wanting to risk meeting the same fate.

"what? what are you looking at?" he turns, eyes narrowing at the rest of the employees who flinch, hastily turning their eyes back to the screens in front of them. "get back to work." he mutters sharply, an unspoken threat in his words.

his volatile temperament goes on for a while, until velvette decides she's finally had enough and sends you a (not so) polite text to resolve your little lover's spat before she takes matters into her own hands.

meanwhile, vox is in his office. nothing seems to be going his way, and he's just about to blow another fuse when you nonchalantly throw open the doors, inviting yourself in. he freezes, staring at you for a few moments. you raise a brow. "...so. i heard you were throwing another hissy fit."

vox scowls at that, grumbling under his breath. "oh yeah? and what'd you come back for, you prissy little princess?" he sneers, clawed fingers digging into the desk with a quiet screech. "couldn't go without me for long, huh?"

"ha. you wish that was the case." you scoff, rolling your eyes with a half-amused, irked smile curling at your lips. things escalate into another argument pretty quickly, with the two of you at each other's throats. he towers over you, eyes narrowing as his grin widens in mild irritation.

it's a back and forth for quite some time, until you get sick of it and grab him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer until you're glaring at one another face to face. "what the fuck do you think you're—" he starts, but he's quickly cut off when your lips crash into his. vox is stunned for a few moments but soon snaps out of it, swiftly returning your kiss with equal, if not more, ferocity and intensity.

"finally got you to shut up." you murmur, grinning as you part to catch your breath and release his shirt from your grasp. before you can pull back completely, however, his hand reaches up to rest against the back of your neck, the other firmly on your waist. it takes another long, drawn-out kiss for him to finally let you go — though not really, since he's still holding you close in his arms.

"...that was hot." he whispers breathlessly, staring down at you with a somewhat satisfied glint in his eyes. but you both know that there's more to come.

suffice to say, the two of you sorted things out.

♡ lucifer

he would regret everything almost instantly. lucifer realises just how badly he fucked up when you leave without looking back. he's not even quite sure what happened as he stands alone in the room, blinking as he's left to process everything on his own. his mind is a jumbled mess, and he can't think clearly.

all he can feel is a suffocating rush of fear as he snaps out of his daze and hurries after you, desperate to find you before you're gone. he doesn't want to take his chances. what if you don't come back? what if—

he had said things that he didn't mean, and now the weight of it all feels crushing on his shoulders. he's torn between wanting to reach out to apologise and giving you time to cool down. he doesn't want to be a bother, but also really wants to make things up to you.

most of all, he just wants reassurance that you'll come back to him and that he hasn't messed things up for good. he doesn't want to lose you. you're too precious to him for that, and he's mentally kicking himself for ever making you question your importance to him for even a second.

thankfully, you haven't gone too far so he's able to catch up to you, taking a hold of your wrist firmly. however, when you turn to look at him, he falters, the words dying in his throat. he swallows, softly clearing his throat as he scrambles to say something, anything to stop you from leaving. to reaffirm his love for you.

"...sweetheart, i'm so sorry," he whispers, expression twisted and heart heavy with remorse and sorrow as he brings you close, grip subconsciously tightening because he's afraid to let you go. "i'll do anything, i'll make it up to you, i—" he trails off, burying his face into your shoulder, "just, please... don't leave. i'm sorry."

you really can't stay mad at him for too long after seeing his genuine sincerity. he acknowledges his wrongs, wanting nothing more than to make up for his mistakes and make you feel as appreciated and cared for as you've made him feel over the course of you two knowing each other. you sigh gently, thumb lightly brushing over his cheek. "...alright, silly. let's go home."

his eyes light up at that, and he's reminded of just how grateful he is to have you here by his side as you guys make your way home together. he holds your hand the entire time.

after the two of you make up, you find that he'll leave little gifts and cute trinkets around for you despite your gentle assurances that he doesn't have to. he also gives you lots of forehead kisses. he just wants to make sure you never forget how much he loves you, and that you mean the world to him.

© dearaceofhearts ー all rights reserved. please do not steal, use or modify my works!

[hrrtshape]

FAME DR — imperfections in my dr.

⋆  forgetting my own lyrics during a live performance and laughing it off like, “oops, guess i need to start practicing !”

⋆  posting a cute story on instagram and immediately deleting it because i noticed a super tiny typo.

⋆  taking a selfie or video for a press moment in your car, only to realise there’s an old coffee cup and crumpled napkins in the background.

⋆  over-apologising to fans when i run out of time for autographs, even though i’ve been signing them for two hours straight.

⋆  cetting caught with an unfiltered facial expression in a fan’s video, like mid-sneeze or laughing way too hard………lemme die.

⋆  accidentally tripping on stage or at a big event and turning it into a cute, graceful bow.

⋆  constantly losing bobby pins, lipsticks, or sunglasses in my bag and having an existential crisis every time.

⋆  my personal assistant has a running tally of how many iced coffees i leave half-drunk on set.

⋆  retting burned by my friends for showing up late to lunch dates because my glam routine took too long.

⋆  overthinking my met gala outfit because some random person on twitter compared it to a baked potato. harsh. very harsh. 

⋆  laughing too hard during a serious photoshoot and needing five minutes to compose my because i CANNOT, for the love of god, stop giggling.

⋆  doing the peace sign in professional photos when i’m supposed to be "high fashion." and then doing that little facepalm. not funny. i’m dying on the inside. !!! 

⋆  accidentally clapping at the wrong moment during a theatre premiere and trying to recover with an exaggerated smile.

⋆  getting distracted mid-interview because a fan yelled “I LOVE YOU!” and i just HAD to yell it back.

⋆  getting overexcited while talking about a project and spilling spoilers by accident.

⋆  exhaustion from overcommitment because i say yes to everything: performances, interviews, meet-and-greets—but end up running on fumes and barely having time to sleep, let alone breathe.

⋆  running late to a private jet flight because i decided to stop for snacks—priorities, people. priorities. 

⋆  paparazzi catching me arguing with a GPS system because it keeps mispronouncing french street names.

⋆  forgetting my own drink order at a coffee shop because i’ve made it too complicated.

⋆  getting caught accidentally photobombing other celebrities’ pictures at events.

⋆  breaking into giggles during live performances because a fan in the front row is holding up a sign that’s too funny or sweet to ignore.

⋆  getting called out by friends for always forgetting my reusable water bottle and using sparkly plastic ones on set instead.

⋆ oversharing on live streams, like telling fans about my existential crisis over bagels last week.

⋆  homesickness, because, despite the jet-setting life, sometimes i ache for quiet mornings at home or hanging out with friends like i used to. the limelight feels isolating.

⋆  using song lyrics as Instagram captions but immediately cringing because fans call it “deep lore.”

⋆  signing fan merch upside-down because i was too busy chatting with them to notice.

⋆  forgetting the lyrics during a live performance TWICE in one night and making a joke like, “ok, this is officially my villain origin story.”

⋆  fan edits exposing my weird habits in interviews, like how i can never stop fixing my hair mid-sentence.

⋆  forgetting (yes, i always forget) to turn off your mic backstage and fans hearing yelling, “WHERE ARE MY SHOES?!”

⋆  forgetting to thank someone in my acceptance speech and spending the rest of the night dming them to apologise.

⋆  getting thé “bestie, what’s going on??” text from my stylist after wearing the WRONG heels with with outfit in candids.

⋆  accidentally walking into the wrong trailer on set and apologising profusely to some random extra.

⋆  tripping over my cat during a livestream and spending the next five minutes apologising to it. i apologise to every1 a lot. 

⋆  trouble saying ‘no’ i can still sometimes struggle to set boundaries with fans, media, or even my team, leading to overexposure and a sense of being pulled in too many directions.

⋆  accidentally liking a three-year-old tweet while scrolling deep into fan accounts and being mortified when they post, “OH MY GOD SHE KNOWS I EXIST.”

[strnilolo]

oops

summary: the blind, deaf, and mute baking challenge is put on pause when you accidentally injure yourself.

word count: 883

warnings: cursing, mentions of blood, mentions of injury, mentions of knives, mentions of hospital visit, use of y/n, she/her pronouns, only proofread twice, lowercase intentional.

an; thank you guys so much for the love on my last two posts! please send in requests, i would love to hear what ideas you guys have.

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driving to the emergency room instead of filming a vlog with the triplets was not how you imagined your night going. everything was perfectly fine when you started filming, you and nick weren’t allowed to hear, matt wasn’t allowed to see, and chris wasn’t allowed to speak. all was well, until you needed to cut open the bag of cake mix for the boys to use.

before the chaos..

“okay we need to get a bowl” you loudly explain the first step to the boys, unaware of your volume. chris grabs your shoulders and ushers you to lower your voice, to which you attempt.

“matt don’t move, i’ll get it” you hastily run over to matt before he can get to the cabinet containing the glass bowls.

“n/n hush, we can hear you” matt laughs standing back as you get the bowl yourself.

“what??” again, as loud as you can be without physically yelling.

“he means shut the fuck up” nick shouts grabbing your head, forcing you to look at him. you laugh, almost falling over in the process. chris grabs the box, reading the instructions to hopefully get the actual baking started, when you grab the knife needed to cut open the bag of cake mix.

“here let me cut it open” you grab the bag from chris, taking it and the knife to the trashcan so you don’t make a mess. holding the bag in one hand, you bring the knife to the side you were holding, your first mistake. slicing the plastic open, you immediately are hit with a stinging pain in your finger.

“oh fuck” you drop the bag onto the counter, taking your headphones off.

“guys i cut my finger open, holy shit” you begin to panic, holding the wound on your finger as blood drips at a rapid pace down your hands, onto the floor.

“what?” matt rips off the blindfold that was once over his eyes. chris and matt rush to you, leaving a confused nick, still jamming out to his music.

“what happened” nick shouts, now also rushing over to your aid.

“ i was trying to cut open the bag for chris and i cut my finger” you try to explain as calmly as possible, failing as a tear makes its way down your face.

“let me see it” matt grabs your hand, but you jerk back instinctively.

“y/n i have to see how bad it is, i need to know if you need to go to the hospital” anxiety on high, matt snaps at you, grabbing your hand once more. nick places a hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“okay, this is going to need stitches, let’s go. chris turn off the camera, and get in the car” matt rushes you all to the car, grabbing paper towels on the way out to stop the bleeding.

now all three of you sit in the car, you in the passenger seat so that matt can see you, while chris and nick are in the back seat, leaning forward to make sure you’re alright.

“did i ever tell you guys i hate blood” you laugh tearfully, squeezing the napkins over your finger.

“y/n you worked at a hospital when you were younger, how do you hate blood?” chris leans over your shoulder, watching your bleeding hand cautiously.

“an ANIMAL hospital, chris, it’s completely different” you correct him, closing your eyes to stop yourself from thinking about your injury.

“we’re almost there, as long as i don’t get pulled over you’ll be fine” matt grabs a few paper towels from his lap, urging you to change out the ones that are around your finger.

“matt do not get pulled over for this, im fine. stop speeding” you hand the paper towels to nick and shove your hand into his lap.

“i don’t want to do it, i’ll throw up”

rolling his eyes, nick begins to unwrap the paper towels from your index finger, revealing the severity of your injury, or lack there of.

“it’s not too terrible, it’s deep but not long. you should only need a few stitches” nick finishes wrapping your finger, and rubs your arm to comfort you.

arriving at the emergency room, you are immediately seen, as you’re actively bleeding, and the doctor tells you and the boys that you got lucky. the cut will only need to be glued shut, and bandaged.

finishing your wound, the doctor tells you to stay away from knives and to be more careful.

“how did you cut yourself, you weren’t even blindfolded?” matt laces his fingers with yours, the hand that you didn’t cut, of course, and leads you to the car.

“very carefully”

“well now we know, don’t trust y/n with knives, or sharpe objects, or around blood, even though she worked at an ‘ANIMAL’ hospital” chris mocks your emphasis on the word animal, lightly shoving you towards the car.

“HEY! she’s clumsy she could have tripped over that branch and DIED” nick dramatically places an arm out to stop you from ‘falling’.

“i’ll never live this down will i?” you roll your eyes, stepping aside so matt can open your car door.

“nope” matt smiles, making sure you’re fully in the car before shutting the door.

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[piplupcola]

Watcher fans, as someone who has seen this rodeo happen to other internet groups and companies time and time again, I suggest not letting your guard down just because they made an update response to their video.

Cos it always starts of with "guyssss nothing is gonna change, everything is going to exactly the same with only some minor changes dont worry! uwu"

And guess what? It's almost and undoubtedly a lie. Every single time I see this happen they slowly roll new things and change it for the worst. "Nothing's gonna change!" and then a year down the line everything is completely different and bad and it's too late to fix it and they have your money so at that point they're not gonna care.

Biggest example I can best describe is Roosterteeth cos I used to be a fan of them for years. They pulled the "nothing's gonna change we're just gonna post stuff a week later than members will get to see" stunt so many times years ago and guess what? They're shutting down this week because it all came to bite them in the end.

I'm not like suddenly anti Watcher or anything in fact I'm glad they're still keeping the youtube channel up but I've been through this rodeo before and this like the easiest corporation tactic to slowly turn the heat up and make shit worst until you the frog notices too late to get out of that boiling pot. The only difference in Watcher is that they did a dumb and accidentally spoiled the ending for the frog before they could turn up the heat and boil it.

Big companies like Disney did it. Small companies like Roosterteeth did it. And now Watcher's doing it. Don't fall for it. "Oops sorry!" Isn't gonna cut it when you break the trust of your audience to that extent. People's opinions of them are never gonna be the same, and everything that has occurred (the video, the silence, the targetted backlash commenting they did and what's gonna happen at the live tour tmr) should make everyone think twice before spending your well earn money on their sketchy platform.

[naomijoestar]

⋆.ೃ JJBA SCENARIOS ࿔*:･

Masterlist here <3

genre: fluff

warnings: drunk reader

characters: giorno, bucciarati, abbacchio, mista, narancia, fugo, trish

notes: F!reader // i love writing stuff like this because usually i take writing very seriously but when it comes to drunk scenarios i can write silliness hehe

Oops! Looks like you had too much to drink and accidentally confessed! How will each passione member react?

Giorno Giovanna

You stumble into the golden-haired Don’s office, slurring out, “Giorno, you… you’re like a… sunflower or something.” You trip over your feet and he catches you just before you crash into his desk. Giorno, with his usual calm demeanor, raises an eyebrow. He’s used to chaos, but he’s definitely not used to tipsy confessions. “A sunflower?” he repeats, amused. He places you gently on a couch, listening to you ramble about his beauty and leadership. He doesn’t say much, but there’s a faint smile on his face. Later, he softly says, “Let’s talk about this when you’re feeling better. But… thank you.”

Post-Confession: He’ll probably bring it up again when you’re sober, teasing you just a little to see if you really meant what you said.

Bruno Bucciarati

You’re all having drinks after a successful mission, and suddenly you blurt out, “Bruno, I love the way you… zip things. So smooth!” Everyone goes silent. Bruno looks at you with a warm smile, trying not to laugh. “Well, I’m glad you appreciate my… zippers.” He pats your head, guiding you to sit back down before you get any more wild ideas. He’s incredibly gentle and would just let you keep talking while making sure you don’t hurt yourself or embarrass yourself too much.

Post-Confession: The next day, he’d check in with you, “So… about those zippers? Or was there something else you wanted to tell me?” with a playful grin.

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio is sitting in the corner with his usual glass of wine, and you stumble up to him, pointing at him accusingly, “Why’re you so… grumpy all the time? I like it! It’s… cute or whatever!” He rolls his eyes, taking a deep sip from his wine glass, pretending he’s not flustered at all. “You’re drunk,” he mutters, but there’s a smirk tugging at his lips. He tries to brush it off like it’s no big deal, but you can tell he’s secretly enjoying the attention. He’s a little softer with you after that, making sure you get some water before you pass out.

Post-Confession: He might act like it never happened, but you’ll notice he’s less harsh on you moving forward—maybe a bit more protective.

Guido Mista

You’re both laughing and joking around when, in the middle of your giggles, you grab his arm and say, “Mista… you’re like… my favorite bullet. I love you!” Mista nearly chokes on his drink, his face going bright red. “H-Huh?! Your favorite bullet?!” He’s totally flustered and doesn’t know what to say at first, but he quickly snaps back into his usual self. “Well, guess that makes me lucky number 7, huh?” He leans into the joke to hide how nervous he is, but he’s secretly thrilled you confessed.

Post-Confession: He’s going to tease you endlessly about this, asking you which bullet you love the most. But he’ll also get a bit more flirtatious, dropping hints that he feels the same.

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia’s just dancing around, being his usual hyper self, when you grab him by the shoulders and shout, “You’re the coolest, Narancia! I love you!” He freezes, eyes wide in shock, before bursting into a huge, goofy grin. “You love me?!” He’s so excited that he doesn’t even process that you’re drunk. He picks you up and spins you around in a fit of joy, totally oblivious to the awkwardness. He’s like, “I love you too!” without thinking twice about it.

Post-Confession: Narancia’s going to remember this for sure, and he’s going to tell everyone about it, probably much to your embarrassment later. But he’ll also be extra sweet with you from now on, even more protective than usual.

Pannacotta Fugo

You stumble up to him, poking his chest. “You’re so… smart and stuff. But you gotta… chill out. I love you, but like… chill.” You slur, swaying a bit. Fugo goes completely red, his mind racing a mile a minute. He’s not great with emotions on a good day, so this is throwing him for a loop. “You’re… you’re drunk,” he stammers, trying to keep his cool. He’ll likely try to steer you toward bed and get you some water, all while avoiding eye contact. Inside, he’s panicking, unsure if he should bring it up later or just pretend it never happened.

Post-Confession: He’ll be super awkward around you for a while, but he’ll also be much more conscious of your feelings, acting softer and more considerate toward you. He might even confess his own feelings down the line.

Trish Una

You approach Trish, swaying a little, and tell her, “You’re so strong and amazing… I think I might love you…” Trish would blink in surprise, not really used to someone confessing to her in such a straightforward way—especially not while they’re drunk. She’d laugh it off, patting your shoulder, “You’ve had too much to drink. But thanks, I guess?” She wouldn’t take it seriously at first, but she’d appreciate the compliment.

Post-Confession: If you were serious, she’d probably want to hear it again when you’re sober and would be cool enough to actually talk it through.

[sugar-omi]

Aaahh!!!! Bitch did you say MC spends a week there?! A whole week?!?! I can see cove getting bolder now knowing have heavy of a sleeper she is, like maybe rubbing his cock over the pretty little panties she’s wearing to bed and maybe he pulls them to the side to tease her clit with his tip 🤤 idk how far you’d wanna go with that I wouldn’t mind if he fully gave in and fucked MC

God I love your writing thank you for bringing my idea to life in the most mouthwatering way possible, I always look forward to your next post ❤️

A WHOLE WEEK!!! i wonder what will happen next.. will he bury his nose against your cunt, breathing and slobbering all over your clothed cunt as he jerks off, not realizing the hypocrisy in not wanting to defile you again, just in case he doesn't get away with eating you out twice? as if getting caught burying his face between your legs, dick out is any better?

and after that night, sometime during the week you have left together... will he slip you a little drug to help you sleep even better tonight.. shakily, anxiously, kneeling on the bed between your legs, rubbing his cock against your pussy through the cloth before he pulls it aside and starts rubbing his cock against your drenched pussy, your puffy folds spread around his thick length..

and he gets so enthusiastic, it's like he is fucking you, skin clapping and he's panting so heavily.. he just gets so lost in the feeling of your pussy so close, and so hot against his dick, the way his dick glistens with your combined fluids and you're squirming and whining.

god the dream you must be having now...

he's so lost in the feel o f your pussy he doesn't even think that he should slow down before he accidentally-- oops. his cock slipped inside you from all his thrusting.. and now.. the feeling of you tight, wet, hot insides wrapped around his raw cock is driving him crazy. he can't think, can't breathe, can't move...

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. he should pull out, he really should pull out but... what if.. what if he just.. fucked you a little bit, just like this...

he'll pull out before he finishes, and just a couple thrusts won't hurt anybody right? you won't know. he'll thrust into your pussy a couple times, maybe three, just to get the feel, just the satisfy this new itch under his skin.

then, then he'll pull out. yeah, yeah, just a little bit more...

[bluepaperboatz]

Expressions!! :D

The first 3 faces were random picked, the rest i went on my own

hope yall like it, blue out <3

(i accidentally posted this twice oops, other post deleted)