#plus Scar would make it too obvious it was him if he does anything this season >:]

[genyasbf22]

Genya x Male! Reader headcanons (Kimetsu Academy AU)

Note: Ughhhhh I regret deleting the first version of my Genya x male reader oneshot. It was so much more popular + cuter imo 😭 but what’s done is done now. So anyways ! Here’s more Genya content for those who want it. There’s no angst this time, i promise :))

Reader is: A male…⁉️ idk what else to say

Trope: Fluff !

Genya Shinazugawa, who you met on a Friday evening after class, in middle school. His older brother, Sanemi Shinazugawa, was you two’s math teacher and wanted you to tutor him since you were good at math.

Genya Shinazugawa, who didn’t like you at first. To be honest, he was kinda jealous of you , since you had WAY better grades than him (poor boy just wants to make his brother proud).

Genya Shinazugawa, who eventually realised how nice you were to him, and started appreciating you a little, slowly. There was no reason to hate you after all, you’re such a kind person :).

Genya Shinazugawa, who ended up wanting to be your friend badly. He was scared to abord you at first, due to a lot of rumours about him being apart of a gang (his big scar on the face scares his classmates) people tend to avoid him. But obviously, you were really happy to have a closer relationship with Genya, so you immediately reassured him. You two ended up being best friends, and stayed best friends until high school.

Genya Shinazugawa, who was extremely confused when he started catching feelings for you. It’s weird, he never fell in love with a guy before, only girls. Does that makes him gay ? What will his family, his friends think ?

Genya Shinazugawa, who was TERRIFIED of asking you out. He didn’t even know if you liked guys like that anyways. Poor boy was all stuttering and incapable of making eye contact with you. When you said you returned those feelings and would love to date him, a warm and strange feeling of relief and happiness overwhelmed him. He’s never been in a relationship before, so obviously the idea of dating you scared him a little, but he trusted you and knew it was gonna be worth it.

Genya Shinazugawa, who was panicked about how he would come out to his family and friends. He’ve never talked about sexuality or same-gender couples with his loved ones, and was scared of how they would react if they found out you two were dating. Of course, you reassured him and told him to take his time, that there was absolutely no need to rush things.

Genya Shinazugawa, who ended up talking about it to his mom first. And as you expected, she ended up being very supportive and was very happy for you two (it was kind of obvious, Shizu is a lovely woman after all). She told Genya that he could trust her and that she was sure his siblings will be completely okay with him dating another guy. Genya didn’t doubt it, but he was too scared of Sanemi to tell him. You understood him, Sanemi was a very scary looking man, plus he’s literally your math teacher, so it would be awkward.

Genya Shinazugawa, who decided to keep you two’s relationship secret from the whole school (including Sanemi). Don’t misunderstand his decision, he’s not embarrassed of you at all ! He just wants to avoid troubles, since homosexuality isn’t fully accepted in society yet. You understood and respected his decision completely and kept quiet about it as well, even though you knew your friends would be very much supportive as well (i mean, they already knew that you like guys, so….). There was tons of rumours about you two being a thing already, so it didn’t really change anything.

Genya Shinazugawa, who always ask you if you want to come over to his house whenever he has troubles with his maths homework. Even though you already tutor him on Fridays, you’re always happy to help your boyfriend, and you end up staying for the night most of the time.

Genya Shinazugawa, who’s little siblings ADORES you. Shizu had a talk with them and explained them briefly about you two being more than friends, and even though some of them didn’t understand how it worked, they didn’t mind at all. They love to tease Genya about you whenever you’re not at his house, and sometimes some of them come up to you at school, asking about your day etc. You’re very much welcome in the family :)

Genya Shinazugawa, who loves it whenever you come see him at his shooting practice. He always tries to show off and impress you when you watch him, which you find adorable. When he won the first place at the shooting tournament, you made sure to remind him every SECONDS of the day of how proud you were of him.

Genya Shinazugawa, who loves hearing you talk about whatever you like. No matter if it’s about music you listen to, a good movie you just watched, a stray cat you saw in the street, if it interests you, Genya is definitely interested as well. He loves hearing your voice, wether you’re talking about your future exams or reminding him of how much he means to you, your voice always manages to make his heart flutter. This boy really IS down bad for you my man.

Genya Shinazugawa, who’s the clingiest when you two are alone. He’s very scared of experiencing homophobia or being caught by someone from your school when you two are in public, so please avoid PDA with him. But when it’s just the two of you, he’s a completely different person. When you come over, he loves to snuggle with you while sleeping. Your arms around him makes him feel safe, a feeling he craved for a while now. He’s still very shy so you have to initiate the movement most of the time, but trust me, he loves your touch.

Genya Shinazugawa, who tries his best to be there for you when you’re struggling. He isn’t the best at comforting but he wants to make sure that you know he’ll always be there to support you when you need it. Since he doesn’t know how to comfort people, he mostly takes you to places you like when you’re down, or buys you little gifts, like your favourite snack for exemple.

Genya Shinazugawa, who immediately tries whatever you recommend him. Wether it’s a serie, a movie, a music artist, any type of food, he wants to know more about your tastes.

Genya Shinazugawa, who doesn’t care that you’re a boy anymore. It doesn’t matter to him, you’re still you, the person he fell in love with. He’ll NEVER be embarrassed of you, and trust me, soon enough he’ll be confident enough to show you off to whole school, bragging about how amazing his boyfriend is.

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Author’s note: I’m sorry if this was kinda short, I’m sleepy haha. Hope you liked the headcanons, I’d love to make a part 2 if y’all want !

[fictional-affliction]

Part 1 of this Zutara Brooklyn 99/ everyone’s a cop/detective au that some of you were interested in

- Katara’s mother was killed in a mugging gone wrong right in front of a young Katara so she still has that trauma of losing her mother. And of course as a kid she’s like I’m gonna find my mother’s killer and get revenge. As she gets older she realizes how unrealistic it is that she’ll find her mother’s killer but she wants to help people and find justice for those she can.

-Sidenote that growing up Sokka is like “Well if you’re going to become a cop then I am too, cause who’s going to protect you? Plus carrying a gun makes you look cool and girls are into that.”Which of course Katara is like “I can kick your ass, I don’t need you to protect me.” And she should have known with the way Sokka’s brain works that he would make a great detective.

-Meanwhile, Zuko comes from a super corrupt mafia family where him and Azula were brought up knowing they were expected to become part of the family business, especially when his father became the mob boss. Zuko still gets his scar and disowned for speaking against his father and gets taken in by Iroh, who betrayed the family by working as a double agent with the police to help take down his family. So of course after many angsty teen years of self discovery he decides he wants to be like Iroh and work for the good guys.

-They actually meet because Sokka was Zuko’s go to partner at the precinct but Sokka decides to transfer so he can be closer to his kick ass fbi agent girlfriend Suki and when they’re looking for someone to be his replacement he’s like “you know, there’s someone who is allllmost as awesome a detective as me…. Okay fine she’s actually better than me but don’t tell her I said that…”

-On her first day Zuko hears laughter coming from Captain Irohs office which in and of itself should have been his first warning, and when he enters the office and he’s greeted with a “Nephew you need to meet our lovely new detective, did I tell you that my nephew is single?” And Zuko is already embarrassed that his uncle is trying to set him up,again, that he’s already answering with an “Uncle, I’m not sing-“ (although technically what he has with Mai isn’t a committed relationship) when he finally does look at Katara and stops short.

-He thinks he shouldn’t be caught off guard. She has the same skin tone and hair color and blue eyes as Sokka, it’s so obvious they’re related but Sokka somehow neglected to mention that his sister was stunning. This can’t be the same girl that Sokka said used to put him in a headlock for sneaking his dirty socks in her laundry. Zuko gets his shit together after way too long a pause to remember to shake her outstretched hand and makes some lame excuse about unfinished paperwork. He’s sure he’s come off as cold and rude and can already hear his uncle apologizing for his speedy exit.

-Sokka had told her that Zuko took some warming up to and he wasn’t wrong when he said he has that stoic quiet type thing going on but Katara is like wow what jerk… even if he is handsome in the dark mysterious way… that’s she definitely not into…

-Unfortunately for them, Iroh seems to be determined to put them on cases together which is when they really start to clash because they both want to be in charge, both think they’re always right, and neither of them like to back down. Even when it comes to stupid stuff like who’s driving

“I’m driving.”

“No, I’m driving”

“I’m clearly the better driver.”

“Which one of us has more speeding tickets?”

“Zuko did you do a background check on me?????”

“Exactly why I’m driving.”

-It soon turns into a competition of who is the better at literally anything from who’s quicker at getting a confession out of someone (Katara), who’s paperwork has better penmanship (Zuko), even who’s record is better in the shooting range (it varies but Katara is recently ahead)

“Technically, I only have one good eye.”

“Toph always beats me and she’s BLIND”

-The dumbest one is when they all go to a bar one night and Katara gets it in her head that she can out drink him which is how they end up doing shots of Fireball. Needless to say he has to carry her out of the bar against her will because he’s sure she’ll die of alcohol poisoning before she admits defeat.

-It goes on like this for months much to everyone’s amusement. If you ask Katara, Zuko is: a high strung know it all who takes himself far too seriously. If you ask Zuko, Katara is: a bossy pain in his ass who needs to stop telling him how to do his job. If you ask Toph they both need to shut up and just kiss already.

-Most of their beef is relatively light hearted though, at least until Katara figures out who his father is, and then it gets really bad once she catches him sneaking around late at night in enemy territory.

[bleue-flora]

Hello, I come to you with a silly prompt!

In what way do you think Dream is disabled/affected post-prison and if he does, what do you think he does to hide it?

So I’ve loved all of the different answers to this, lots of fun. Sorry to be late in the game. Like usual I’m probably gonna make this more complicated than it needs to be. No surprise there though lol XD. But ya know you asked for my thoughts so here are my thoughts, as messy as they are.

See this is hard for me because there is a divide between what we know for sure is canon, what we can speculate in general and what is more fun to imagine. As well as, the difference between Minecraft and our physical world. Because like obviously no one can actually survive living that close to lava, so we have to decide which elements would match our world consequences and which wouldn’t.

Because it’s Minecraft and things aren’t necessary like the real world, I play looser with some of the effects. So things like for example messed up vision from the lava don’t apply. I mean everyone spends times in mines, the nether, even has lava in their house so it’s not something I personally include. The same with things like seizures and such.

When it comes to canon, obviously we know potions exist in this world, but the thing is there is never confirmation of them being used in the prison. They don’t appear in Quackity’s or Sam’s inventory (besides fire res) when they visit and during the visits we get to see, Dream is munching on potatoes to heal. So does that mean he never gets potions since basic food can work to heal in Minecraft or does he get some only with more severe and dangerous injuries or something. Or would he have sustained less serious injuries because the potatoes can only heal so much. Then again canonically Quackity is swinging a diamond sword and a netherite axe around, which aren’t exactly gonna do small damage.

And the thing with scars is that the only scars we know of are from canonical deaths, meaning Dream would probably have some from the other time he went to limbo (or multiple if went multiple times), and Tommy killing him (quite a few actually given how many arrows he took and stuff in staged finale) but there’s not necessarily confirmation of scars other than that, and Quackity can’t exactly take credit for those.

There’s also the question of whether he was dying and respawning as non canon deaths, especially because again Quackity is using some high damage weapons. Though I tend to lean away from believing that since that isn’t shown except with Sam accidentally killing Dream after Techno escapes.

I also don’t personally think he suffered anything super noticeable because the guards in prison as well as Ghostbur and Tommy and even Techno, don’t mention the torture. Ghostbur and Tommy don’t notice anything, Techno has to be told, and the guards like Badboyhalo even after hearing screaming still seems almost unsure of himself. Plus, Antfrost talks about visiting Dream and yet had no clue about the torture until Bad brings it up. So in my mind he doesn’t have anything too mutilated or missing body part wise, because that’d be kinda obvious. This includes eyes and also even missing fingers (though if he is missing one let’s just all agree it’d be his left hand ring finger because of Quackity’s breakup with his fiancés… ;]). (Though if we decide they were using potions then it’s interesting to play around with the idea of Quackity doing something like cutting off his arm and Sam having to fix that like I did in my fanfiction.)

So in my mind, no major cosmetic things, besides being smaller due to poor diet and starvation. Though again, in my mind it’s not quite the same as real world so I don’t like to imagine him as grotesquely skin and bones if that makes sense… (look he can be broken and still pretty ;D).

But despite what I said, I do like to imagine he has scars and I think potions may not have been a staple but probably did happen if Quackity ever went too far. Maybe early on before Quackity mastered his craft a bit more or later when he became more and more enraged and extreme in his desperation to break Dream. Either way, I think it was a rare occasion type deal. And because of that, in my mind he does actually have scars because the potatoes provide poor healing. So other people dying by falling in a hole or fight in a war don’t really have scars from that due to respawn and potions or golden apples, while Dream deprived of that would have more lasting effects (because as someone with many scars I like to imagine he has some as a testimony to what he went through). This also means that some of his broken bones perhaps didn’t heal properly causing some pain or even having things not quite right. So fingers bent wrong if you really studied them or knees misaligned or whatever. So some sensation of pain at all times is pretty guaranteed. Though even without injuries healed wrong he’d still have chronic pain because scar tissue is very sensitive and messes up the nerves so it freaking hurts, it hurts to move, it hurts to touch, it hurts to use… etc.

One of the things he’d do would obviously be to cover the scars and hide them from view, because embarrassment, shame, looking weak… etc but he’d definitely do it in really soft and not super tight fitting clothes because again the skin is sensitive.

I sometimes like to imagine that for injuries that are obvious and badly healed enough he would like break them and reheal them, maybe even with Punz’s help. In general though, broken bones, concussions and stuff heal on their own given time so even if not the best, things heal eventually and Dream is up and about swinging an axe so it ain’t like he’s too debilitated. Still, moving and stuff would be painful and he’s definitely not in shape like he was so it makes sense why he uses so many pearls all the time and why Tubbo would say to Punz in the finale about killing him, “He was sluggish—he was slow—he was out of practice we took him by surprise.”

Though, I do think sluggish and slow could also be a reference to his mental ability as well, implying he isn’t as quick witted or as good at reacting, something that if you watch that finale fight does align. His counter measures aren’t super fast especially compared to how adaptable and swiftly clever he was before.

Obviously, he likely has Depression, PTSD, and an Anxiety disorder, as a result of prison. Anxiety is the one we seen him at least try to mitigate by finding the most secure place to sleep so he can feel less stressed out, not going out and provoking people to avoid being attacked, kinda blocking out the world and stuff, not great for his depression though nor his PTSD…

I also imagine he’d be the type of person to think he could get over fears and trauma by exposure. Like sleeping in the cell with the lava down to remind himself he doesn’t need to be afraid of it… things like that perhaps. With limited success.

I imagine he has a lot of nightmares so he mitigates this by not sleeping as much as possible. Old habits die hard I guess…

Based off of Bad talking to Antfrost after the prison break about how he thinks someone was coming in and torturing Dream: “Anytime I would go and visit Dream he would be all shaky and he wouldn’t wanna talk.” I’d say Dream does shake, sometimes out of fear, sometimes out of weakness, sometimes out of stress, and sometimes because his body doesn’t work as it should. He mitigates this by trying to build up his strength and change strategies in battle if it ever gets debilitating, like switching to food, pearls, potions or TNT. He does a lot of pearling and running, and he never takes off his armor in fear of what might be around the corner.

Despite living in isolation for so long, he’s not overly social like he used to be. He goes days, weeks even without really talking to anyone between spurts of being overly talkative and needing interaction.

When talking to people, perhaps he hides his hands behind his back when they shake, he wears his mask to hide anything he might feel - fear, panic, sorrow, they can’t really see the tears building in his eyes or falling down his face that way. They can’t even really tell he’s hyperventilating unless they are paying attention.

He likes to do a lot of pushing down his feelings, which worked in the prison, it’s a good way to survive but it’s no way to heal. Maybe he schedules his meltdowns or panic to a later time - He’ll get upset about the fight with Quackity at home, he can’t breakdown in the streets now.

Maybe he spends days feeling numb, not leaving his bed, feeling like there’s no point. It’s better that way, if he doesn’t go anywhere he’s safe. If Punz asks he’ll lie, and Punz won’t believe him but he won’t push either………….

“Purpled, do you know what that does to a man do you know the limits that people have it—it goes beyond those limits it’s not okay.”

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

You have awakened a hyperfixation that has been long dormant. It requires Natsu headcannons for nutrition (please, and thank you very much kind person)

Ah but of course. Would I even be Phoenix if I couldn't even oblige a comrade with Natsu headcanons

Always has something flammable on him. Packs of matches, lighters in his pockets, sparklers in his bags, etc. He's always gotta have something on him for snacking purposes when he's traveling. This also, incidentally, is a reason why no one likes having him near their kitchens because they know he's gonna swipe their matches/lighters.

Doesn't like reading much despite how much he loves stories. He gets why other people like it but it's just not for him. There's just not enough in there to catch his whole attention. He'd much rather listen to someone narrating a story to him than try to force himself to read it. This is the basis of how Natsu and Levy started hanging out as kids, she'd read some of her books aloud and he was her most avid listener.

Is unintentionally snobby towards other fire wizards. He's not even doing it on purpose! It's just if you use fire magic within his vicinity he will judge the quality of the flames, heat intensity, overall control, etc. It's even worse if he eats it and doesn't like it.

A lot more reliant on his senses compared to the other slayers, especially his sense of smell. Every new thing he encounters has to pass a sniff test first. He does this with people too but tries to not let it be too obvious (kept gettin too many complaints but he doesn't always remember). Flip side though is that he can get easily overwhelmed by smells that are too strong :(

Adrenaline junkie. Much to the annoyance of his friends. If he doesn't do anything that'll guarantee him a head rush he'll explode.

Absolutely despises anything touching his neck that isn't his scarf. He hates anything that touches his neck (and by proxy, the scar on it). It is an absolute no no zone for for anyone or anything to touch.

People fucking hate fighting him because he is all over the damn place. He's slippery, he keeps dropping to all fours like some freak. Can't let him get too close cause he bit someone a few minutes and they dunno if he's willing to sink his teeth into another person. Plus there's something in his eyes that makes people uncomfortable cause no one should look that excited while bleeding and fending off a hoard of bad guys.(In a normal sanctioned fight like GMG or something official he will not bite, he can hold back for that. Outside fights he's playing by his own rules though)

Started his collection of souvenirs from each mission as a way to tell Igneel about everything he's done over the year while he was gone. Stopped a lil bit after Igneel's passing but picked it back up again down the line. Maybe not as meticulous about it as before but it's a hobby he still keeps up.

Ambidextrous but favours his right for a lot of things. Still doesn't get why it's a big deal to people that he is tbh.

He could literally watch Happy stab someone but would still defend Happy without question and with his last breath. 'Oh? My lil buddy stabbed you? Well what'd you do to piss him off huh? He wouldn't do that just cause. Obviously you did something that made him defend himself! What were you tryna do to him huh?!' It's why Happy's so smug, he knows he can get away with almost anything cause of Natsu.

Had severe Tony Hawk syndrome before GMG and his face got known enough for people to finally be able to put a face with his nickname 'Salamander', which honestly he kinda misses. Sure free stuff is nice, and meeting new people but he could do without people always hounding him sometimes :/

Does not know how to tie shoelaces and never will. You can't make him.

[pink-tonic]

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It's Friday, and for some reason, I don't feel fully at ease. I feel like something is wrong, but I don't know what it is...

Everything is going well so far. I walked to school with Taeko and Taro, we switched out our shoes, and we are now going to the third floor.

Everything is fine, and it will be fine.

When we pass by one of the bathrooms, Taro stops and speaks up, "I'm going to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back."

"I'll go with you," I say once he steps inside of the bathroom. I then turn to Taeko, "Meet us in the clubroom, we will be right back."

Taeko gives me a short nod before leaving to go up the stairs.

I walk inside of the bathroom, and I'm met with its dim lighting. I never liked using the bathrooms in this school. They were always empty, and the lights were too dark. Plus, ever since the incident with Ayato, I've been avoiding using the bathrooms since it would be a perfect opportunity for him to attack me.

When I'm fully inside of the bathroom, I notice that Taro has already gone into one of the stalls. I look at the rest of the stalls, and they are all open except one. From the other occupied stall, I can hear talking. The voice sounds familiar, but I can't fully hear him since he is talking in a hushed voice.

While I wait for Taro, I take a look at myself in the mirror.

I look sad.

That's the only way I can describe myself. Do I always look this way? I don't like it.

I notice that my eyebags are starting to go away, but they are still there. The many sleepless nights are clearly present on my face.

I hear the sound of the stall opening, and Taro comes out of the bathroom and goes over to the sink. He turns on the sink and then pushes down on the soap dispenser. He looks up towards me, and he is about to say something to me, but then we hear the other stall door open.

We both turn to see who the person was on the other side.

My heart drops. Because it's Ayato.

Ayato looks at us, but Taro and I look away when he does. We then hear Ayato's footsteps pass by us, and he leaves the bathroom.

He didn't do anything, but I could feel my heart rushing with fear. I look over towards Taro, and he doesn't look very bothered by Ayato's presence.

He finishes washing his hands and dries them off. "Let's go back to Taeko," he tells me as he leaves the bathroom first.

I slowly follow after him.

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It's lunchtime, and I'm making my way to the vending machines to get some snacks for Taro, Taeko, and I. I go to both the drink and snack vending machines. I get their favorite snacks and drinks. I start to make my way back, but as I'm about to turn around, I bump into someone's chest.

I almost drop the drinks and snacks, but I'm able to regain my balance. I look up towards the person, and it's someone I wasn't in the mood to see.

Kizano.

"Hello, darling," he greets me as he looks down at me, "What are you doing with all that junk?"

I give him a slight scowl, "It's for my friends."

"Oh, you mean those two Yamada siblings?" He questions, "You can't be serious, honey."

I roll my eyes, and he notices this. "Don't roll your eyes at me, honey. I haven't said anything about them."

"Yeah... but," I mumble out, not being able to finish my sentence. I was too scared to, since I didn't want to insult Kizano and make him mad.

"Hmmmm....? Oh, you're so cute you can't even insult me because you know you would be lying," he says to me, "How cute!"

"What do you want anyway, Kizano?"

"What do I want? Shouldn't it be obvious?"

I tilt my head to the side and reply, "No... not to me, at least."

"Gosh, you're so cute. You even tilt your head to the side like a puppy," Kizano points out before letting out a laugh.

I can't help but get flustered from his comment. Do I really tilt my head that often? It's not like I mean to. It's just a habit I have.

Kizano's laughter dies down and continues on, "I've come here for you, darling. I want you to come to the pool with me."

"What? No way," I answer him.

"Come on, (Y/N)."

The use of my real name catches me off guard. He usually calls me 'Darling' or 'Honey', but never my real name.

"I just want you to spend some time with me. I don't want you to be the one that got away."

I can't help but let out a sigh. Am I really going to agree to this?

"Fine..."

"How wonderful! I can't wait to see you there, my darling."

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The bell rings, and school is over. Everyone from my class leaves and pours into the hallway. I'm one of the last to leave since I'm dreading going to the pool.

Why did I agree to it?

Once the last student leaves the classroom, I follow right after her. When I go into the hallway, I see a familiar person.

"There you are, darling!" Kizano greets me and runs up to me as his velvet cape trails behind him.

"Hi."

"You don't sound too excited to see me."

For the first time, I hear Kizano's voice change. It surprises me. I have never heard his voice sound this sad before.

"I-Its just that I haven't gone swimming in awhile, that's all."

I try my best to hide my true feelings from Kizano so he doesn't become even more sad. But it seems that my excuse worked.

"Don't worry, we'll just do some sunbathing," he happily tells me.

I can feel Kizano grab my hand and lead me down the stairs. The hallways are mostly empty, which is a good thing for me. I don't want anyone to see us holding hands.

We eventually make it to the first floor, and he starts to drag me to the boys' locker room. We both go inside, and I take notice that it's very foggy. I haven't been to the boys' locker room in a while since I don't have any classes that require me to go.

"Alright, let's start getting changed," Kizano orders me, but I swear I can hear him sound happier than before.

I make my way to my locker and open it up. Even though I haven't been here in a while, all my things are still here. My gym uniform and swimming uniform are both here. I start to take off my clothes, and I go to grab my swimsuit.

My swimsuit is plain. It's navy blue with two white stripes running down the sides of it. It's the regular school issued swim uniform, so it's not very interesting.

As I'm about to close my locker, something dawns on me. My scar is now visible.

I was planning on keeping my scar hidden from everyone, but now it'll be exposed to everyone.

What should I do?

I want to hide it, but it wouldn't make sense for me to wear a long-sleeve shirt. Should I just try to hide it a different way?

Before I can think of a different way to hide my scar, Kizano comes up to me.

"Are you ready...darling?" His question is drawn out since he takes a look at me. I immediately notice that he is looking at my scar.

"What is that on your arm?" He questions while pointing at my scar.

I hesitate to answer, but I eventually respond, "It's a scar."

"A scar?" Kizano questions further, "From what?"

"A month or so ago, I was attacked while walking home," I lie to him, "But I'm fine now."

Kizano grabs my arm, and I can't help but wince at the sudden action. I can feel him brush his fingers gently across my scar.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I just didn't want anyone knowing," I softly reply, "I wanted it to be a secret."

"You should've told me."

"Sorry."

That's all I'm able to say back to Kizano.

We both make our way outside of the locker room, and we make our way to the pool. As we walk there, I can feel Kizano's hand loom over mine. He wants to hold it, but he doesn't...

We walk up the steps to the pool. When we make it to the top, I can see other students in the pool and around it.

I see Aso happily swimming alongside two Sports Club members, and I see Osano by the poolside sunbathing.

"Let's go over here," Kizano tells me as we make our way over to two sun chairs. He moves them around so they are facing the pool, and he puts them side by side.

He takes his chair and lays down on it, and I take the one next to him. As I look over Kizano, I notice that he isn't wearing the school's swimming uniform. Instead, he brought his own. They are a regular violet color, but even with a simple color change, they have more personality than the school ones.

As we lay side by side, I notice that Kizano's gaze keeps shifting towards me and my scared arm. I can feel his need to ask more questions, but I think he is holding himself back.

There is a thick silence over us, and neither one of us wants to break it. I keep quiet and look ahead, and watch the Sports Club members play around in the pool.

While I watch, I hear footsteps coming towards us. I don't care to look at who it is since it's probably just another student wanting to join the poolside.

But as the person walks by me, I notice it wasn't just any other student.

It was Ayato.

As he walked by, we made eye contact with each other. Out of fear, I fold my arms over my chest, hoping he wouldn't notice the scar he gave me.

Our eye contact eventually breaks once he walks past me, and he looks straight ahead once more.

I unfold my arms, but I keep looking at Ayato, wondering if he was planning on doing anything.

Over time, my paranoia gets the best of me, and I hastily get up. When I get up, I can feel Kizano grab my wrist, and I flinch at the sudden touch. He notices my reaction and takes his hand off of my wrist.

"Where are you going?" He asks me as he looks up towards me.

"I've got to go," I respond, "I have to take care of something at home."

It's a vague answer that is bound to raise more questions, but Kizano doesn't question further.

"Do you want me to come with you?" He asks me, and I can hear the worry laced in his voice.

I may not like Kizano, but I would like to have him with me.

"Yeah, I would appreciate that," I answer him. Giving him the go-ahead to come with me.

He quickly gets up, and we both make our way away from the pool. Before we take the first steps towards the staircase, I look behind me, and I notice that Ayato is too busy swimming to notice me leaving.

I'm thankful that he doesn't see me.

Kiznao and I make our way back to the locker room, and I'm starting to hate the silence. It's too out of character of him to be this quiet.

I decide to be the one to break it.

"Are you okay, Kizano?"

My question seems to catch him off guard, and he looks towards me.

"Yes. It's just that I'm...," he starts off before trailing off, "...I'm just worried for you, darling."

"You don't have to worry for me, Kizano. It happened before we met and you wouldn't have known. It's fine."

I hope that my words can make him feel better, but I can still see that he is worried for me.

When we make it to the locker room, we quickly change. My scar is now covered up by my long-sleeve, and I can finally

be at ease.

Kizano comes up to me, "Let me walk you home."

I only nod at his request, and he grabs my hand and holds it in his. His hand feels warm compared to my colder ones. I like the new warmth, and I can't help but intertwine my hand with his.

When I do this, I can see a slight smile start to show on his face.

While on our walk, I tell him the directions to my home. We walk through different neighborhoods, and we finally end up in my neighborhood.

The sun is starting to set, and the sky is painted with orange and pink. Making the sky look more captivating and beautiful than ever.

I look down at my hand, and I'm still holding Kizano's hand. I let go of his hand, but before I can fully pull my hand away, Kizano gently holds it in his own.

He brings my hand up to his face, and he places a gentle kiss on the top of my hand.

I look at him with wide eyes, and I can't help but become flustered at his sudden action.

When he lets go of my hand, he reverts his eyes away from me and speaks up, "I know I don't usually act like this... but I do care for you, (Y/N). Please be careful, my darling."

He gives me a soft smile, before giving me a soft 'Goodbye' and walks away.

I look down at my hand, and I can't help but smile. I've never seen this side of Kizano before. He is usually so egotistical and arrogant, but he really does care for me...

I would have never guessed.

[ingydarwp]

Hello, I bring questions!!! Lots of them!!!

Would Ramona be different if she ended up with Negan? I can fully see him sending her further into her endless feral-ness, but I can't tell!!

Would Gracie-Goo like Sorrow? They both seem very similar, aside from the obvious.

On a scale one to holy shit hes the fuck devil is Negan in EOE? You said in a caption once that Negan in EOE is terrible but just how evil is he?

What weird little thing would each of your OC's collect? Like the weirdest thing.

Does Ramona ever get Judith and Jackie confused? Maybe in the brief moments of the morning or when she's dying of blood loss?

You write the greatest OC's ever, please keep writing very complex characters and the sad mystery of jackie :(

you always ask the best questions oml 😋

i think tiger would actually be much the same if she ended up with negan!! negan really likes tiger anyway — though he has a questionable way of showing it — and i think that if she’d ended up with him at the beginning of the apocalypse, they would’ve gotten along really well. tiger is ruthlessly loyal, and if she’d been with negan, she would’ve been very pro all his actions. the only difference between this au of tiger and ordinary tiger is circumstance!! basically, i think she would remain the same but her alliances would be exactly opposite, if that makes sense??

gracie would love sorrow!! gracie’s super shy and sorrow’s super outgoing, but i feel like they’d compliment each other really well. plus, sorrow’s very childlike, so she’d love to do tea parties with gracie and colour in and watch carebear movies. i feel like they’d get along really well!!

eoe negan is one down from being ‘holy shit he’s the fucking devil’, i think. he really is horrible. i cant express it very well yet bc there’s a lot of spoilers involved, but the way he treats tiger and the impact he leaves on her nearly kills her. he has ONE singular redeeming quality/motive, but again, i can’t share yet bc of spoilers 😞 all you need to know is that, yes, eoe negan is an evil, evil human guy.

i’m not sure about all of my OCs, but sorrow collects anything shiny so she’s definitely got a few strange things!! used batteries are awesome to her. she loves a good battery. she’s also got a shit ton of spoons, used bullets, springs, hinges and tin foil.

+ idk if this one counts, but tiger collects scars. like, not other people’s, but her own. she keeps a tally on her own body of the people she’s killed. slightly creepy, but you did say the weirdest thing!!

tiger does sometimes mix up jackie and judith!! only in very brief, fleeting moments, but their eyes really get her. they both have very very similar eyes. also very strong moral beliefs. judith’s painfully jackie-ish.

+ tiger has other jackie reminders too!! they’re like the ghosts of christmas in a christmas carol. lydia and ginny (from dead city) both also REALLY remind her of jackie, and jude, lydia and ginny combined all are supposed to represent certain versions/eras of jackie 😋

++ (tiger too, actually…)

thank you so very much for the questions and the general loveliness, though!! i’m updating eoe right now, so the mystery of jackie mallory is one chapter closer to being solved 🌝🫶🏻

[kibblemode]

can you tell me some extra stuff not included in your carrd about the main protags from galaxy quest?

YESS theres not that much i havent talked abt but ill try my best its mostly silly fun facts. im sure there stuff im forgetting but this is just stuff off the top of my head

first off something i dont think ive ever mentioned is How tix & zach met? zach was about 17ish, he had just graduated college and was basically working for meredith + tix as their IT guy. tix had Technically met him at a much MUCH younger age, since indie (his advisor) & hayate (one of his guards) basically raised him, he just didnt know it was the same guy until years later

lenarr (and tiabi) is definitely a youtube + ytp kid. he thinks that shit is fucking hilarious also he LOVES eurobeat..i think he and tiabi would make weird unintentionally funny videos for yt, & with tiabi basically being a nepo baby they can do really outlandish stuff

compared to other alkalibans his age zach finished molting (basically alkaliban puberty) pretty late. the standard is around 12-13yrs, for him it was closer to 16yrs. ALSO he has babyface i think

zach has 2 doggies & 1 kitty also....its very common to have earth-hybrid housepets since native wildlife is considered protected/exotic and can only be handled by professionals. heres one dogy and his kitty...i have yet to design kimi (his other dog). NAMED AFTER NIKOLA TESLA BTW not the car. tesla is really mean to everyone except zach but gizmo & kimi love anyone

tixs anatomy is SO fucked up. he doesnt have internal organs at all but he can still do stuff that would require said organs just cuz. the only "physical" part of him is his eye & by extension the only part of him that can feel actual pain under normal circumstances, everything else requires something specific (anything containing demon magic) in fact he got the scar over his eye from grem when they were going out, it was actually an accident LOL. but also i think sometimes despite not having to like. act normal. hes basically conditioned himself to "feel" things like pain or hunger or What Have You just bc literally everyone he grew up around felt those things, but hes able to ignore it with no ill effects if he wants to. also no bones or anything hes just some weird goop

rarely comes up in the show but zach has AWFUL vision from working on/with computers basically his whole teenage/adult life plus just not having good vision to begin with, he wears contacts usually. when he was a kid he had dumb ass glasses & he hated it

ive mentioned this i think but lenarr is mixed. his dad is black & his mom is chinese (through coding obviously bc theyre animals) this ones more obvious but additionally zach is japanese

actually plot relevant yay! each protag has a corresponding villain that they personally have the biggest connection to, whether its good or bad depends. for lenarr its griff, derric & hydro, for zach its dimentia, and for tix its obviously grem + pixie too

tix secretly REALLY likes botany. partly bc risa was a botanist, but even before he met her hed catalogue weird plants hed find occasionally. indie is the only person who knows and thats only bc its her job to follow him around all the time

lenarrs torn ear is directly related to the events leading to melodys death, i wont get into it bc its still being figured out & refined but it Is related. he probably thinks of it as something that ties him to her. his heterochromia is just something he was born with

also on tixs weird anatomy he literally does not weigh anything + he can lift anything since its not something that uses energy for him. also really funny that he can shapeshift but his default form (that takes the least amount or probably just No energy at all) is 5'4. he hates this

zach & lenarrs dynamic is very very similar to mung daal & chowder in my mind..its really really good

ok last thing bc im running out of stuff. zachs voiceclaim is one of the guys from the starbucks burger video. it was 100% unintentional he just sounded like that in my head for the longest time & i was like like fuck where have i heard this before then i saw the video by chance and was like OH LOL

[dearrosaceae]

I hope moving on doesn’t turn me into stone.

Dear Tumblergh, a lot has happened recently. To summarise, I have decided (as I should have from a long time ago) to move on from my first love. We have a long history that stretched way back to two years ago. He was the one and only man, and an experience that I ever come close to a real romantic relationship so in the light of that obvious lacking in references, it is very devastating on my part.

I burned a poem and a couple bookmarks I dedicated to him from two years ago when he rejected me (the bookmarks were prior) at night on a random tuesday or wednesday. It was significant that I got rid of those memoribilia because if I have anything more that reminded me of him, it’ll made moving on harder.

I also recorded and edited a video about it which gain traction among my friends.. as well as him. He texted me about the video, claiming he didn’t know it was about him or that all this time, all of my poems had been about him, my posts, my hints of insane yearn. I just.. yelled at him for that response, he was so oblivious and frustrating.

He reassured me that if we are meant to be together, we’ll find our way back to each other which is a nice thing to say but I’m tired of hearing it because I’ve told myself that a million times already. Afterwards we did text again when he initiated, even call which took me by huge surprise. I was cathartic by his invitation.

“You just want (a place) to rant, right? Let’s call.”

However, things took a sharp left from there. He immediately went cold and distant, like he had always been. I thought at first I’ve got a chance to salvage our relationship which is stupid yes because even after burning those memories, I still have hope for him but this time he made it clear that he doesn’t want anything to do with me. You know what they call this type of people?

Asshole.

Hope-giving-motherfuckers.

I posted some Twitter screenshots and poems on my WhatsApp status and Instagram stories about moving on and being abandoned. It is how I cope with pain and apparently, severe attachment issues. He posted Tik Toks too and today a poem in our mother tongue. This is just how we’re communicating lately and somehow, none of us know if we are doing it right.

Listen, I know he’s not the best guy there is. My heart only thinks so because he fits my type perfectly and like I said, he is my one and only experience so I have nobody to compare him to. He won without competing. I also acknowledge that I’m having a hard time moving forward because I cling to the nostalgia of us, and the possibilities of “what ifs” and “what could’ve been”. I couldn’t give anyone or myself a chance.

This hurts but nothing wounded cannot heal with time. Plus, it’ll leave a scar but a reminder could be helpful in the future. Day by day, I try to make a step forward towards moving on. I don’t want to pretend that he’s dead or he never existed, because that would also mean leaving our memories unacknowledged. I, too, refuse to demonise him so I could hate him and move on. He is still as good as he can be to me.

Instead, I will just look for other things to enrich myself and be the best version of myself. Be my own type so no man can easily impress me in terms of attracting me. Improve myself so much that my future partner doesn’t have to deal with my baggages such as this, or if I don’t find a partner either, I can be completely content just by myself.

Of course, I hope that this experience does not make loving traumatising. I have seen what this can do to people. I don’t want the same thing to happen to me. I want to continue loving with purpose, choosing to love again and again, courageously, even though I risk getting hurt.

Because eventually, I know this love will triple itself on me.

Love wont turn me into a stone.

[grimalkinmessor]

For the Light with Hanahaki AU. Same anon here, hi! Your reply got me thinking 🙈.

So, Light does his own surgery. And L doesn't find out? But! I have a couple of points for why it's inevitably for L to find out. Along with a few assumptions lmao.

Statement: Light performs Hanahaki removal surgery on himself.

Assumption 1: Light gets Hanahaki pre tennis match. In that case, he would most likely lose the match or not play at all. Because he wouldn't have recovered from the surgery. The stitches could rip and tear. Has he recovered from the blood loss yet? Is he *okay* enough for vigorous exercise? L needs to look deeper on why Light refused the tennis match or, if they played, why Light walked away with a bloody shirt.

Assumption 2: Okay, so the Hanahaki is post tennis match but before confinement. He'd have removed the flowers a couple of times by now. By self done surgery. Then he gets prepared to go into confinement, he changes into new clothes and- what's with those suspicious looking scary scars on Light's chest? They look to have been made by cutting through the skin there again and again and again. Whyyyy was Light cutting himself open? This needs to be investigated. Plus L can't possibly put a not even recovered surgery patient in confinement (lie). Especially when it could be related to Kira.

In either case, L would probably know of the Hanahaki by the time Light goes into confinement. Depending on whether he puts Light through an X ray check or something, the flowers or roots can even show up on print.

He probably wouldn't know it's him that Light loves. Not unless L makes some very big leaps of logic. But it's certain it's not Misa that's the cause of the flowers lmao.

Of course L would inevitably find out!! He's L!! Anything else would be an insult to his intelligence 😤

However, to assume that Light has not already thought of a lot of the problems that he'll have from performing routine lung surgery on himself is an insult to his intelligence too.

BUT I'm actually really glad you brought this up because I forgot to address it in my last answer! It was getting too long ^^"

Light would eventually develop breathing problems that are separate from the Hanahaki. The first few times it's probably fine, Light can breathe easier afterward because his lungs are clear—but after enough times his lungs would weaken. It's harder for him to catch his breath. He develops a cough that persists even after he's "pruned" the foliage, if with less tearing and blood, though I imagine there's still some. And, yes, vigorous exercise would eventually become out of the question.

However, it only takes stitches about two weeks to heal—less even, if proper care is taken. And I maaay have overestimated the amount of times Light would need to perform the surgery, or at least overestimated how often he would need to. I'm imagining that the seeds of Light's Hanahaki were planted during that first broadcast, and that it grew at very slow rate until he met L in person. That glimpse of L during the exam would've probably been Light's first hint that he had Hanahaki, because it lurched forward in growth as soon as they made eye contact. (Again, omniscient Hanahaki, it has proximity buffs). It would slow again during the period between the exam and the entrance ceremony, which would give Light time to freak the fuck out, calm himself down, and go over what to do about it. He only performs surgery on himself whenever his Hanahaki gets to be obvious, which now that I've thought about it, would probably take a bit longer than I originally thought.

So the tennis match would depend on several factors! How far along is Light's Hanahaki? Has he even given himself his first surgery yet? If so, how long has it been since he did? How many times has he cut himself open? Is it enough for there to be long term effects yet?

The tennis match could be early enough that Light would be alright getting through it, if a little breathless at the end. If he still had stitches in I think he'd reschedule for a time when he didn't. Though that does pose the question of whether or not he'd be able to go for the win again 🧐 BUT there's also room there for a locker room discovery of Light's chest scar, so there's that option. L would be suspicious but he wouldn't have cause to test it, but it would make it more awkward if, in the future, the wound doesn't seem to have healed at all when L gets another glimpse of it 👀 For L to find out that early though, he'd have to personally see Light upchuck a petal or flower.

As for confinement—Light doesn't actually seem to change clothes between him asking L to confine him, and him giving up his memories. It's only a few days difference, and I don't imagine L was letting his top suspect out for daily showers when he didn't even let Misa out of her strait jacket once, even to ensure that her muscles didn't atrophy. By the time Light would be due for a shower in L's eyes (which would likely be only when the Task Force insisted) he would've already given up his memories and thus his Hanahaki would've receded. The scar (or wound, as I think Light would take the precaution of "cleaning house" before he submitted himself to confinement) would've still been there, but any tests L would run would just show a weakness in Light's lungs, maybe a few inner scars, but not any plant matter. Again, L's best bet would probably be to see Light physically coughing up petals before the confinement even started. Which, even if he DOES see it, it just brings up more questions later on 1) why Light was doing his own surgery (could be blamed on not wanting to burden his family), 2) why he was doing it repeatedly, and 3) why it would be gone by the time L had the cause and means to check.

BUT if L does somehow find out before confinement (with his super-sleuthing, great-at-finding-the-exact-wrong-time-to-show-up brain), things get more complicated >:3 If L finds out in front of Light, meaning Light knows L saw him cough up a flower, then L would question him there about it. Who is it, how long have you had it, have you considered your options, may I see the flower, what type is it—respectfully that's none of your business Ryuzaki etc. etc. It'd be a helluva mind game and Light would have to lie his ass off, but in this case things are still, mostly in Light's favor. Only L knows, and he can play the shy, tragic lover boy and ask L not to tell his father because he doesn't want anyone to know. He loves this mystery person too much to try and guilt them into loving him 🥺 (Light would play this as a way to lower his Kira percentage, and if L told anyone from there, it would only be more difficult to convince the Task Force that Light is Kira).

But if L finds out without Light aware that he knows, then he would be able to keep it close to his chest and wait to see how things played out. Light having Hanahaki would actually give L reason to doubt that Light was Kira, because he doesn't see Kira as a creature that loves. It would haunt L's brain....untiiil he saw the flowers :3 There's not many people that would grow those flowers inside themself as a symbol of the person they love, but if Kira loved anyone, then it would absolutely be someone so....unique, we'll say.

L finds out then, but he doesn't do anything about it until Light asks to be confined. L would use that as an excuse to 'request a medical check up' before Light goes in, just as a precaution and as an unasked for favor for Chief Yagami—it's his son after all, L just wants to make sure this will have no lasting ill affects on Light's health. He's heard that Light's had some trouble breathing recently and L certainly wouldn't want anything to happen to him 🙏 This, of course, would reveal Light's Hanahaki to the rest of the Task Force and Light's father. This puts far more pressure on Light to explain himself, and L doesn't even have to ask the question; the Task Force and, more importantly, Soichiro, are doing it for him. And Light is always going to be far more honest with his father (at least in this case) than he ever would be with L.

Now again, Light would never admit that it was for L. And the flowers would give the others pause. But ultimately Light has a plan he needs to stick to and he'd do his best to do so. Rem is still breathing down his neck, remember? But the one thing he wouldn't think of is everyone being exposed to his Hanahaki—and then it suddenly disappearing while he's in confinement. Light could've saved this by saying he simply fell out of love with his beau,,,,if he remembered that he had Hanahaki in the first place :) Oops ✨

Again, from there it's up to you and what you think L would do! The ball would be back in his court. Would he deduce that Light-as-Kira was in love, and that losing memories of being Kira made those feelings fade? Or would he come up with different explanations? Would he guess that it was him that Kira was in love with? What would he do with that information once (if) he had it? He's got two teenagers locked up on suspicion of being Kira, the second in love with the first and the first no longer in love with L, but—who had been, before?

The first option that comes to my mind is L trying to seduce Lobotomy!Light (yes I saw that name somewhere else and I stole it because I liked it MOVING ON), but he already knows that whatever Light liked about him is null and void when he doesn't remember being Kira. And L,,,legit does not know how to be seductive on purpose. He doesn't know how to seduce! He's never done it before! He's as confused as you are! And tbh, any seduction from L likely wouldn't work on Lobotomy!Light because again, different factors different detractors. He might eventually find L attractive, but I don't believe he'd ever give into it. Light is the King of denial, you think he can't smother a little lust until it doesn't exist anymore?? WRONG. Monks would be fucking in awe of this boy's restraint and self-denial!!

The fun part for this one is when Light gets his memories back :D Because as soon as his memories come back—as soon as his Hanahaki comes back—all the seduction L clumsily played on him during their cohabitation? It slams into him like a freight train ✨ It would speed up the growth of his Hanahaki, it would make Light angry and flustered and afraid.

Again, L has several options here—but so does Light. And L better hope he picks the one that means Light doesn't speed up his plans and kill L with his bare fucking hands because honestly? At that point it'd be a constant thought in his brain. L's playing Russian roulette at that point.

This is getting super duper long so I'll leave you with this—Light with Hanahaki is almost always going to end in tragedy. That's just who he is, what his character is made for. It'd take a truly brilliant plan of L's to make any ending a happy one, or hell, even just a not sad one.

[northern-lights-book-blog]

BOOK: THRONE OF GLASS

AUTHOR: SARAH J. MAAS

SERIES: TOG Book 1,

PUBLISHER: BLOOMSBURY PUBLISHING

LENGTH: 432 PAGES

OVERALL RATING 5/5 STARS

BLOG RATING: 5/5 STARS

This book is about eighteen year old assassin Celaena Sardothien who is in a horrific prison in the salt mines of Endovier starving to death with shackles for the rest of her life. The Eyllwe prisoners taught her their language and took turns cleaning her back with the other wounded in the prison. They were all slaves where she was beaten and most don’t even survive for six months and she has been there for a year since she was only seventeen years old which is a crime itself.

So when she is given this offer by the Crown Prince Dorian Havilliard even though she hates his father but he also terrifies her more than anyone. After all, he is the reason she is barely alive and has the physical scars on her back! Now to win her freedom she must compete in a tournament and if she won she would become the King’s champion for four years and then have her freedom. Plus to live in his Throne of Glass that Celaena absolutely hates plus there is some evil in this glass castle that starts eating and killing the competitors one by one. Will Celaena be next?

All the prisoners who are competing to be the King’s next champions are a mix of people who ate assassins, thieves and warriors and that is why most were here for the same reason to become the King’s champion. At least this is what Celaena believes but she is most likely the only one here to win her freedom. Especially since she has a life sentence in the salt mines all because someone betrayed her! During the two months of training horrible deaths were happening. Now the King had outlawed magic but it is obvious that these competitors are dying by a magical beast. Suddenly with each death one competitor named Cain is getting stronger and stronger which makes no sense since they all were doing the same training. On top of that Celaena is using a different name Lady Lillian, but there are only a few that know her real true identity. One lady named Kaltain who is very jealous of the Prince’s affection for Celaena and will do anything to get her out of her way! So for Celaena now it isn't just about getting her freedom, but hoping she will even survive when evil is surrounding her in more than one way!

This book has so many twists and turns and is action filled on every single page. There is also more than one deadly villain too. It shows the point of view from Celaena’s, Prince Dorian’s and The captain of the guard Chaol’s too. Celaena who had never had a friend being trained as an orphan to be an assassin since she was only eight years old. However she forms a very close friendship with Princess Nehemia Ytger of Eyllwe, plus cares for the Captain of the guard, Chaol who protects and trains her, and Prince Dorian who she is very attracted to and dreams about kissing him. Will Celeana win and get the freedom she dreams about? Afterall she has not been free since she was eight years old. However, someone was always controlling her and forcing her to kill. Will she spend the rest of her life in that prison, a place she will not survive in if she ever returns? So is it life or death for Celaena Sardothien? Read and discover her fate.

I absolutely loved every single page of this book but if you are looking for spice and passionate scenes it does not have any. It reads more like a YA romantasy, but I have a feeling that not all the books in the series are going to be this tame. Still, the book was exceptional and the world building was absolutely spectacular, the banter was superb, the main characters were absolutely phenomenal. This book kept me turning the pages late into the night where I was losing a lot of sleep. What I love about Sarah J, Maas and I saw she did this in her ACOTAR series too, is that she always has a couple characters who love reading books. I think any reader will love that about a character and I loved Celeana’s love for animals especially dogs too. Yes I fell in love with Fleetfoot and readers will have to read the story to discover how she became the owner of this special mixed breed. Yes I loved everything about this book it is no wonder Sarah Janet Maas is definitely one of my favorite writers she definitely knows how to draw readers into her stories. A book I definitely and unequivocally highly recommend!

[blackfangedreaper]

SPECULATION

Summary: A long awaited interview.

Pairings: Luffy x Black!fem!info!reader

Warnings: fluff💞, cursing, grammatical errors.

Tags: @closet-degenerate @h3rfave @avaricious-hoe @euphofic @roronoaswifey @audreys-works

News coo has been disturbing you for another interview with them especially since all your interviews have always been a hit in the industry, your charisma, charm and sarcastic comments drawing in audiences and fans around the world. You've been turning them down since you wanted to visit and spend more time with luffy but you decided you would go, it's been long since the last interview. Plus you wanted to look for trouble. One of your victims being morgan, you loved teasing the stuck up birb;

"Thank you for showing up Miss L/n." Morgan said politely, he usually wasn't like this, he was always rude and arrogant but around you he would comport himself, he doesn't want to be unalived after all. He kept whispering to himself 'anything for the scoop'.

"Oh stop with the formalities we all know you call me rude names, behind my back." You rolled your eyes watching his feathers floof up in terror. "Ah! N-Not at a-all!" He shouted "Relax, I'm joking!" You laughed mockly, covering your mouth with your hand, waving him off with the other. And like so, the interview started;

"Regarding your most recent album 'Void century' what would you say it's about? It was as unique as your other albums but what do you want the people to get from this." He voiced awaiting your answer.

"It's quite obvious, people don't know anything about the void century because of [redacted] so i gave them an idea by releasing music that would likely be made at that time." You obviously knew what you were doing was illegal but to be honest who was going to stop you and morgan knew this, he knew all about your beef with the world gov.

Of course they could just bring a ban on the album but the question was could they? On whose authority? Imu? I think the fuck not. They were a coward and a narcissist, they were afraid, of what? You? Impossible... not or could it be of the power you held? It's both "How considerate of you to not only spread love but spread awareness too." Translation; who asked you?

"Speaking of love... The postcard you sent showed you and a particular man, is it safe to say that, that man is your partner?" A picture was showed to you,- of you in a red bikini straddling someone and a very visible hickey on your neck- the snail projector got a glimpse to show the viewers at home.

Everyone knew of their favourite couple and were aching to get more of their appearance. So you would always make postcards with your darling; but without his face or scar, that would just make it obvious, just to feed your hungry fans and tease your oppostion.

"Well..." Morgan rested on the egde of his seat not wanting to miss a single word from your mouth. "It's him." Your face heated up remembering the activities that occured on that beach minutes before that picture. "And how recent would you say it is?" "Oh it wasn't too long ago. It's quite recent actually." You smiled teasingly at the projector as if too say 'you ain't getting shit outta me.' And the viewers at home groaned.

You and luffy were a very hot topic and people have tried to exploit your lover as a weakness but they can't hurt someone if they don't know who that person is, no literally they don't know who you're dating, they only know you're dating a certain someone who supposedly has 'power' over you.

People think that if they get a hold of him they'd have control over you. Though this is true, it is also a jest because you would never let them touch luffy but to be honest your darling could protect himself quite well.

"The fans are curious." Yes, the fans yeah right. Your fans respect you and know not to cross your boundaries but the government does not, this interview was held to withdraw information from you but they forgot the only reason this interview is happening is because you decided to humour them. Seems you needed to remind them that you held the upper hand in this shit show.

"Where will you be going next for your yearly album cover inspiration." In short, 'make it easier for us to track your movements' "Haha... It wouldn't be inspirational if i told you now would it?" You laughed waving your hands at him.

"As I've said several times before, i don't like interruptions and discord so i tend to stay away from civilisation. It gives my songs a more tranquil and personal feel." In short. 'Keep your distance or i'll kill you' your smile turning a little sinister before it turned back to a normal grin- people watching the live thought it was a trick of light- morgan knew better as he shook in his suit. "A-Ah i see."

"Everyone loves your collaboration songs with various artist especially the one you sang with a supposed friend, do you plan on continuing these features?" You were surprised at this, the question seemed to be asked with no ulterior motives yet you knew better so you answered cautiously.

"Ah! Yes, i loved those too, i was so glad they were comfortable with collabing with me, they were so nice and welcoming. Funny enough most of the artist i featured with are my all time favourites so singing with them made me so happy." You beamed, the audience at home cooing at how adorable you were.

"In the last interview you said and i quote 'And wait till you hear him sing, never have i heard a voice as beautiful as his' did this indicate that you plan on featuring your lover in future projects?" Ah... So this was what they were aiming for.

"Oh he hasn't necessarily featured in any of my songs but he does appear as an adlib in most of them, he also has his name spelled out in each and every album cover I've released." You said twirling your hair around your finger.

"W-What?" Morgan was shocked, did he hit the jackpot? Were they finally going to get him- "But don't get your hopes up, it's barely visible." You smiled loving his downcast expression. "To be honest i thought you knew." You laughed cruelly before you stopped abruptly, waving your hand in a way of tell him to continue. You really were cruel weren't you. "I-I apologise for spacing out."

"You released a 'diss' track and many are wondering who it may be addressed to but most suspect a certain supernova... As he released one instigating this whole spat. Scratchmen Apoo we suspect." Your smile turned to a frown remembering the incel of a man you met earlier this year.

How dare he? Proposing you to leave your baby for a ghastly beast like him, you kicked him in the balls and walked away. The next thing you know he's making a diss track about you not only insulting you but your 'non-existent' lover apparently.

So you released yours not only making the distance between you both clear but also making sure to embarrass him enough to never show his face to the world for a while. "Ah...? And who is that? He must be insignificant if i can't remember him... Unto the next question please." Morgan sighed.

"You've been seen in different bigshot ships namely; Akagami no Shanks, Whitebeard Newgate and Eustass Kidd, is it safe to ask what you were doing with them." He slighly shook, were the marines trying to get him killed? What was with the direct questions, he broke out of his thoughts at your sweet laughter.

"The look on your face- don't worry it's totally ok. I randomly get on people's ships to test emotional singing, it's kinda of singing to match the mood you feel, if you were observant enough you'd notice that i sing upbeat songs while sailing with shanks, love songs with whitebeard and aggressive songs with eustass." You explained. They were always so welcoming except eustass he was just a tsundere.

"Some fans have noticed some phrases you used in some of yours songs and wondered if they were addressed to specific people." He cleared his throat. "Yes, most of them are." You answered. "Is it ok if you addressed some of the lyrics?" He asked nervously. "Hmm...ok shoot!" You smiled.

"Now you mention it what songs would you sing on your lovers ship." He asked out of curiosity. "Hmmm have you heard one of my recents 'spookie coochie'?" You smiled. Morgan choked, remembering the very lewd and insinuating song. "I finished recording and just felt like something was missing, he knew exactly what i needed, literally and figuratively."

You sighed your eyes glazing over at the memory. "I-It was a-all real?" Weren't you giving too much information right now, but that's what they wanted right? "Every single moan..." Morgan waved his wing signalling a short break to collect his self before continuing.

"The first 'I know all the little grannies wanna sip they tea- your single, start a riot." You laughed before answering. "Well isn't that what they do this days? Talk rubbish and sip tea." Morgan sweatdropped, how could you say that? Weren't you scared- ah nevermind, it's you we're talking about.

"The second 'This ain't no cute trend, this is the new gen' - swan song" "This was addressed to you all actually, i was referring to the supernovas as they or rather we are the new generation." Morgan hummed, he didn't like the sound of that but what could he do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

"The third- 'Pretty please don't act like me and you is the f*cking same thing'- from your diss track nuketown." You squeezed your face in disgust. "Ugh, i rather not mention that scum's name." Morgan shook at the bloodlust you eluded, changing the subject quickly.

"A-Ah sorry! The fourth- 'Darlin', you give love a bad name'- YGLABN from your void century album" "This was to Big mom." You smiled as morgan shivered, the audacity you had. "The fifth- 'Never an honest word and that was when i ruled the world'- from your album; 'Your story'." You frowned before answering.

"This...was for the former warlord, Doflamingo donquixote, he was... Weird." Morgan furrowed his brow at your conflicted expression, were you both perhaps close? "I see... The last- 'You ain't nothing but a dog, player i get it.' -vegas another single of yours" You bursted out laughing.

"This was actually a diss track for shanks, in the song there a part that goes 'could've been what we should've been, but you lost a bet' we made a bet and he lost, he refused to pay me what he owed so i made this track to pressure him into paying back, he asked me to take it down after paying but it was a banger so i just left it." You giggled remembering the shock on his face when the song went viral.

"I have one more question before we end the interview miss l/n." Morgan shuffled around in his seat, rubbing the edges of his question cards with his feather. "Go ahead." You nodded urging him to go on.

"You released a little teaser of your new song, and it contained a snippet of a call, it was very clear yet hard to comprehend. Is this a perhaps a feature with your partner?" You furrowed your brows. "I wouldn't call it a feature, It was a late night call we had about, last month?. It fit so perfectly with the vibe of the song so i just inputted it."

You can hear and understand what he's saying but you can't just pinpoint who he is and that was exactly what you were going for. "If that's all I'll be on my way." You smiled. "A-Ah yes thank you for coming and we are hoping for more audiences with you." Morgan said.

You waved at the camera as it shut off.. "And that's a warp." "Goddammit! We came up with nothing again! That sly bitch!" Akainu slammed the table watching the live come to an end. "Relax... Your being too loud." Kizaru hummed. "We'll get her next time." He lied, knowing damn well they won't.

[sinfulbutsincere]

So help me God there's my OC

Yes, I also have an OC, which is created specifically to... well... be close to Jack Horner.

Fanchon (Fanny) Toad-mouth.

She is one of the two sisters from Charles Perrault's "The Fairy" ("the proud, ill-bred" one). Her curse is that every time she speaks, frogs, toads, snakes and other amphibians fall from her mouth. At the moment, she is taking special potions that have narrowed the effect of the curse. Now it only bothers her if Fanchon swears. Imagine not being able to tell somebody to f**k off without a toad in your mouth! Living hell!

Fanny is a good liar and a talented speaker. She knows how to manipulate the crowd. Her public image has nothing to do with who she really is: a touchy, vindictive, trashy girl who likes to slander and ridicule kind naive people and "happy endings". Her bitterness comes from a sense of injustice, because the curse has essentially ruined her whole life, no matter how hard she tries to deny it. God knows, Fanchon would like to take revenge on the very Fairy who cursed her. Maybe Jack Horner could help her... maybe...

Fanchon is a very socially active woman. She started by creating a support group for the cursed, which later grew into an entire brand. Now she is a well-respected motivation speaker and runs a charitable program to collect money for cursed ones. Not all money go to them, of course. Fanny is abusing funds a little. Just a little to buy co stuff, hehe. She is still that "ill-bred girl" from the fairytale.

Jack Horner is one of the most respected benefactors of the Cursed Foundation. Miss Toad-mouth is often invited to his estate for "personal meetings". Actually, Jack's charity is nothing but a way to slightly improve the image in the eyes of regular people, proposed by Fanny herself.

Jack and Fanny are more of friends with benefits rather than romantic lovers (at least he sees it that way). He is comfortable with a woman who does not demand anything from him but willingly obeys and admires him. She understands perfectly well that Jack is too good for her and is content with her position as a submissive and confidant. Just being able to be around him makes her feel less empty inside. She would do anything for him, frankly. She's deeper in this than she's even aware.

Random things:

The amphibians that fall from Fanny's mouth are not quite ordinary. their life cycle is about five to ten minutes, after which they crumble into dust (otherwise it would be an environmental disaster, duh)

Jack may have seen miss Toad-mouth at fairs, because in her youth she tried to make money by demonstrating the effect of the curse for the amusement of the crowd. She doesn't like to talk about it...

Jack Horner never kisses Fanchon on the lips. For obvious reasons.

Fanchon studies amphibians in her spare time. he can tell with a certain accuracy whether it is an ordinary frog or an enchanted person. Once she brought Jack a whole bucket of people turned into non-talking frogs as a gift (imagine her coming to his office like the Spy from tf2: "This... is a bucket, Mr Horner")

At their first meeting, Jack Horner joked that her curse might work well to scare off overly intrusive suitors, since she "can summon a snake with one obscene word." In fact, the appearance of a snake is just a 5% probability, so... unlikely. Although Fanny has a few scars from snake bites around her mouth. Apparently those snakes aren't even poisonous (what a bummer)

Jack's attraction to Fanchon can be explained by the fact that she is a rather liberated woman who willingly takes on the role of a submissive, which amuses his ego.

Well, yes, Toad-mouth is not her real name, but she tries to make this name more then just a taunt of her curse.

And yes, she is plus size. Why not. I am.

[jitters-art]

Drop those team taka head cannons

omg i adore team taka altho i feel i don’t even have the most particularly interesting headcanons for them LOL a lot of them will be design headcanons bc thats what i normally think of as an artist hehee uhm.. i’ll start with suigetsu bc i love suigetsuuuuu

for suigetsu as shown in my drawing of him from today i like the thought of him dying the tips of his hair blue….. the way the anime shades his hair is far too cool to accept it’s shading and not act like those are dyed tips….

[ ID: two screenshots of suigetsu. END ID. ]

like cmonnnnn the blue tips are the coolest thing in the world. it is NOT shading TO ME ☝️☝️☝️☝️ also i didn’t draw this in my recent suigetsu bc i forgot when i was drawing it 😢😢 but i do imagine he has scabs on his lips and around his mouth often from accidentally biting his lip T.T sometimes i bite too hard and draw blood i can only imagine having sharp teeth and doing that T.T also he wears smudged eyeliner. uh this ones maybe kinda obvious but to me he doesn’t have much of a sense of boundaries and doesn’t have much shame in his body so T.T being his roommate would be a constant battle to make sure he walks around the apartment in *some* clothes. like by everything holy just *something*

this one is absolutely not based at all but it’s my brain and i can do to jūgo as i please with it ☝️☝️ and i like to imagine jūgo likes to wear accessories on his head a lot. like hair clips, hats, maybe he starts growing it out a bit more and ties parts of it up. it catches little birdies attentions more too which he enjoys and is a bonus other than it just being cute to me. to me he’s also the friend that carries around a big bag to hold everyones shit in when they get tired of carrying their own stuff. like yeah man just toss it in… it adds nothing i already have anything you could imagine in here anyways. y’know y’know. most of my jūgo headcanons are not based at all ajksjsjss i’m sorry but i also like to imagine he might pick up smth like woodworking/carving maybee knitting/crotchet (but i lean most towards wood carving) to keep himself distracted and occupied. less likely to have episodes and intrusive thoughts for him. obviously doesn’t stop everything but it helps the tiniest but plus it’s fun :) i think if he were to do carvings and stuff he’d give like a few to his friends if it was smth they specifically liked but i think he kinda likes and prefers to just leave them around, to either be lost to time or be found by someone else! i think he has lots of scars on his hands and knuckles— between the wood carving and his rampages i think his hands take quite the damage. and y’all know i like scars so i ignore any jutsu that may deter scar creation so to me he defo gets scars. except suigetsu’s jutsu actually.. i dont think suigetsu gets scars at all.

i like to imagine karin with a bunch of neat kind of earrings. anything fun/funky. also she has one industrial piercing too to me.. sasuke has two of them but karin had one before she knew sasuke did 😭😭 just a coincidence she swears she swearssss. this one would like.. technically be canon anyways in the first half but bc of all the bite marks she has n stuff her skin would be suuuper bumpy… i think she probably doesn’t like people touching her cause strangers/non team taka end up commenting on how gross it is T.T she prolly wears long sleeves as much as she can. which i rlly don’t know much about boruto but i think long sleeves in that one is canon too. i like to work with out of canon clothings so even then if i end up starting a karin fashion board it would have strictly long sleeve outfits in it. also i like to imagine her with some vocal tics. i dont imagine her with tourettes but just a small tic disorder. i think she mostly does like clicking sounds and hums… not any words or anything :) also i feel like her eyesight is just constantly getting worse and worse. i imagine she’s legally blind but still it gets worse. when she’s older like maybe her 50s or 60s she goes blind and just relies on only sensing ppls chakra to know who’s around w/o asking. i mean she heavily relies on that anyways even when she does have eyesight.. i like to just think she uses it a lot instead of straining her eyes when her prescription starts changing.

uhm and for sasuke some more team taka centred headcanons instead of just some hcs in general… i mean i’ll just state the obvious here because soooo many ppl tend to ignore this but. team taka are sasukes best friends…. not the rest of the konoha 12… so jot that one down. i feel like even when they branch off and do their own thing (again idk anything about boruto none of that is canon to me akshjshsjsjs so don’t be like “uhmm well actually 🤓🤓”) they like to keep in contact. even if not often they’ll send messages. i like to think if they’re aware they’re gonna end up being somewhere near-ish the others they’ll all go out of their way to pay a visit. uh also i DONT think this actually happened like it’s not a headcanon of mine but i do think the thought of suigetsu being sasukes first (very short term) bf is a funny thought…. it does not last tho cause anytime they’re tryna talk about sweet things and their thoughts sasuke just talks about naruto T.T again i dont actually headcanon that happening but it is a funny thought to me… uhm also i don’t particularly think there’s a moment in which this would end up happening but i do think that out of all of team taka sasuke trusts jūgo the most to just… have a personal conversation with. like he doesn’t go out of his way to ever talk about personal shit with him, but i think if a situation were to come up in which he had to/felt like he needed to i think jūgo would be the one he’d go to c:

most importantly no matter how much they do argue with each other team taka does all love eachother.. and they certainly stay friends for life. even if they don’t talk much i think they will all always consider them a group of friends that they can just send messages to without the thought of it being strange after it being so long. it doesn’t even have to be some kind of important message either. just a little random message whenever they think of it.

[moth-like-habits]

A bit of help // beetho, 1,253 words

cw// sword wound (not very graphic but it’s there)

It was a bad idea- a worse idea than normal. In hindsight it was a rookie mistake, one that Beef definitely shouldn’t be making. All he needed was some wither skulls (would a beacon improve the opulence of the hacienda?) and he decided “hey why don’t I fly around, find a new fortress!” Sounded like fun, until he landed on the fortress walkway without seeing the wither skeleton behind him-which he payed for with a nasty slash on his back. And since he didn’t have his chest plate on- well let’s just say the wither effect can make for some painful injuries. But, if you think Beef looks bad you should see the skeleton-yikes.

That being said, Beef probably looks halfway to death if he looks anything like he feels. He’s not actually dying but an open wound like that isn’t exactly going to heal overnight. Most people would probably chug a few health potions and call it good but… well, maybe he’s old fashioned (he is VintageBeef) but he always prefers to tend to his wounds himself. It heals better, scars less, and- arguably best of all- doesn’t itch with the magic stitching you back together.

But that leads him to his current predicament: how in the world is he going to do this. He made it back the the hacienda and has situated himself in front of some decorative mirror in the living room (it’s got a gold frame, just screams opulence). The sword made an arc from his right shoulder to his mid spine, just twisting around to see it burns. That would be due to the slight tinge black around the gash- a bit of lingering wither sickness. He really got himself into trouble huh.

There’s not a lot of hermits that Beef is confident in the first aid skills of- it’s only really the old school players that bother at this point. Regardless of that, this is something he should be able to do himself. He’s not a rookie, he’s had to do plenty of battlefield medicine in his time. He’s gone through worse. Beef’s known to be friendly and cheerful, yes, but he’s also got a stubborn streak- if he can do it himself he will. As a result not a lot of hermits have really seen him injured like this. Why start now?

Beef sighs and looks out the window. At this point it’s fairly obvious what he has to do but… it’s midnight, does he really want to wake him up? For a measly scratch? Unfortunately (or fortunately) the decision gets made for him as a wave of pain leaves him gritting his teeth. Here goes nothing.

[VintageBeef -> Etho] hey man can you come over? I might need some medical help

Last he checked, Etho shared this antiquated habit. Plus, he taught the man most of what he knows back in their mindcrack days. And besides all that… there’s no one he’d trust more.

~~~

Etho all but barges into the hacienda. He flew here as soon as he got the message- he wasn’t asleep, which he’s infinitely glad of now. Once inside Beef’s base he scans the room for his friend.

“Beef? Are you there?” Theres a pained “over here” from the living room and it’s all Etho needs to rush over. The scene he’s met with isn’t nearly as bad as he feared- which he mentally shakes himself for. Beef is sitting on some plush stool and grinning weakly at him.

“Hey Etho,” the grimace in his voice prompts Etho to shift from relief back to concern. A second glance around the room has his eyes catching on a standing mirror behind where Beef’s sitting. More specifically, the large slash through his white shirt and- are those blood stains?

He stops dead in his tracks “Beef- what did you do.”

“I didn’t mean too! I just may have accidentally got backstabbed by a wither skeleton! No big deal…”

With a shaky sigh, he’s sparked back into motion and comes to stand behind Beef’s stool and settles himself into a focus often reserved for long redstone projects. No distracting feelings right now.

“Alright Beefers, can you take your shirt off yourself or do you need help?”

“Whoa! A bit forward today eh?” He chuckles a bit, but it seems halfhearted. “…No, I think I’ll need help.” It’s an awkward (and painful) process but they manage to get Beef out of his shirt. Now able to see the full wound, Etho sucks in a breathe.

“Beef how- where’s your first aid kit?”

Beef wordlessly points to a box by the couch and once Etho settles back in behind him he responds “It’s just as I said. Backstabbed- or should I say back-slashed by a wither skeleton. I flew in and didn’t look where I was going. Stupid mistake.”

Etho hums his response, most of his focus going into cleaning wither bone dust out of the cut. It isn’t that deep, but the placement makes it hard to clean yourself- and with the wither residue it will just get more painful when left sitting there. By Beef’s tone it’s obvious he’s aware of all of this. “Happens to the best of us Beef, don’t worry. Bet the other guy looks worse.”

That brought a chuckle out of him at least. “Oh he did- didn’t have any skin on his bones!”

There’s a lull in conversation as Etho finishes up cleaning and dressing the wound. He can almost hear the thoughts running through Beefs head. If he knows his friend at all, he’s probably either annoyed he couldn’t handle everything himself or feeling guilty he had to ask for help. Or both. With everything wrapped up Etho packs up the supplies and fetches a new shirt. (Fortunately getting Beef into it is far less of a struggle)

Bring another stool around, Etho situates himself in front of his friend. “Out with it Beefers.”

His silence speaks for itself, but after a long sigh, dark blue eyes meet grey and red. “I’m sorry for dragging you here at void-knows what time for a wound I should be able to take care of- that I shouldn’t have even gotten-“

It’s an impulse decision. A more impulsive one than normal. Etho pulls down his mask and delivers a soft peck to Beef’s lips before quickly retreating. He’s positive his ears are bright red but he’s in good company because Beef’s looking a lot redder than he was a moment ago. A lot more speechless too, a small shocked smile lighting up his face.

“I- you- You kissed me!”

“Try not to self destruct there Beefers.” A lopsided smile. “You don’t need to apologize, I’m happy to help. You’d have made it worse trying to fix that on your own.”

“Gee thanks, I appreciate your confidence.” Beef rolls his eyes, all the while intertwining a hand with his. “But really, thank you anyway.”

The following silence is comfortable, both content to just sit with one of their oldest friends. It’s not too long before Beef yawns, the exhaustion from the day’s excitement finally catching up with him.

“Getting tired old man?”

“Hey- who you calling old!? …yes I’m tired. It’s pretty late though if you want to just stay here for the night…”

“Who’s being forward now, eh Beef?” And the answering chuckle chases away any last worries Etho had for the older. They both made some quick decisions today but in hindsight Etho would say his turned out pretty well.

[wttcsms]

♡ | afterglow [I]

PAIRING atsumu miya x f!reader WORD COUNT 5k CONTENT CONTAINS illusions to excessive alcohol consumption, very subtly hinted drug abuse (not from reader or atsumu)

SYNOPSIS finding out that his hot supermodel girlfriend is dumping him for some baseball player? that sucks. finding out via her red carpet debut with her new man as her plus one? sucks a bit more. having this happen to him the same day he just lost the last game of the season? yeah, it’s starting to feel like the universe has it out for him at this point, right? but atsumu miya is nothing if not petty, childish, and immature. he’ll get back at her. after all, there’s a secret dating app created by publicists and agents that pair up perfect matches for brightening up any celebrity’s public image. all atsumu has to do is pay a pretty sum of money to convince the media (and mainly his ex) that atsumu miya is still on top of the world and living his best life with the best (albeit, fake) girlfriend ever. 

unfortunately for him, his perfect match just so happens to be you — his first girlfriend, his highschool sweetheart turned sour, and the first girl who ever broke his heart.

you know what they say: when it rains, it pours.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Atsumu Miya does not believe in soulmates.

It’s a concept that he can’t really wrap his head around. The idea that there is someone out there for everyone is just some sugar-coated fantasy that was contrived purely to sell shit on Valentine’s Day.

(It goes without saying, of course, that Atsumu Miya — in all his twenty-three years — has never bought, made, and/or given anything to anyone on Valentine’s Day.

Even with his current circumstances, the chances of breaking that streak look bleak at best.)

He comes to this conclusion during his first year of high school. Everyone picks a myth or folktale that they previously covered during said unit in literature class, and then they go up to the front of the classroom and share the deeper research they did on whatever they chose.

Atsumu chooses the Red Thread of Fate. He’s not a romantic, by any means (and you’d have to be real fucking dense to even entertain that idea). It’s a matter of convenience. His mom has a sewing kit that she keeps in the linen closet, and since this project requires him to decorate a board, he figures taping a bunch of red thread on cardboard will suffice.

(It doesn’t, but that’s only because the lack of effort was too obvious to ignore.)

Anyway, what he learns from all the research he put in (read: ten minutes on Wikipedia), basically, there’s this dude who talks to an old man, and oldie tells him that the woman he’s going to marry is gonna be his wife. For whatever reason, the girl happens to be there, but the young guy thinks this man is full of shit, and he throws a rock at the girl. Even Atsumu sees that there could have been a better response to that situation, but it’s not enough for him to stop rooting for the guy, y’know? So, flashforward — guy gets an arranged marriage, he meets his wife and sees her for the first time, and he totally scores. The woman is supposedly one of the great beauties of the village. Then, here’s the real kicker: it turns out she has a scar. A scar that came as a result of being whacked in the face with a rock.

There’s other variations, other retellings, but they all end up sharing the same ending: no matter how the guy feels, no matter what the guy does, he still ends up getting the girl, proving that the old man wasn’t lying whenever he said the red string connecting them would forever tie them together.

Well, it’s a myth for a reason.

In the real world, things like that don’t exist. Coincidences, yeah. Fate? Predetermined destinies that the universe decides to assign to everyone? Yeah, no. But then Atsumu remembers the way a volleyball feels in his hands, grazing against his knuckles, propelled by the force of just his fingertips, and the feeling of something fitting in so perfectly in his life makes him think that maybe fate is something real.

Fate, as it appears, is one sick and twisted bitch.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat what you just said?” He runs a hand through his already messy hair, hoping that he’s too hungover and genuinely did mishear you the first time around.

You roll your eyes before leaning forward, repeating what you told him just a couple of seconds ago.

“Miya, I’m going to be your girlfriend for as long as my services are required.”

You look about as happy as he feels, and he wants to say something smart, something witty, but he’s thinking that maybe he shouldn’t open his mouth at all. He feels sick to his stomach, and it’s not an exaggeration or a means to describe how he feels about this current situation.

It might be a result of a gas station burrito.

Obviously annoyed, you lean back in your chair. “Well, anything to say to your new girlfriend?”

He opens his mouth and throws up.

8 HOURS EARLIER

Happiness can be found anywhere.

Atsumu usually finds it on the court, ball in play, and a team of talented players that he can orchestrate to his heart’s content.

He currently finds it at the bottom of a shot glass at a club he doesn’t even remember the name of. The bass boosted music blasting through the sound system might be the reason for why his head is pounding so hard (he’s never been a fan of loud noises), or it could be a result of him accidentally hitting his head against the doorframe entrance to the men’s bathroom. He’s not really sure, and fun fact: he doesn’t actually care, either.

All he cares about right now is getting so fucked up, he forgets his own name.

“Miya!”

The fact that he knows that shout is meant to grab his attention is just proof that he’s not working hard enough. Catching on to his pattern already, the bartender is quick in sliding him another drink. He downs it by the time the person calling for him actually reaches him.

“Miya, get a fucking grip,” he hisses, slapping Atsumu’s back with a bit more force than necessary.

There aren’t a lot of people who can get away with doing that to him, but Shugo Meian is the current captain of the MSBY Black Jackals, which — as fate would have it — happens to be Atsumu’s current team. The last person Atsumu wants to piss off is the guy who pretty much calls the shots and has a shit ton of influence over how much play time he gets. With the way his night has been so far, playing volleyball seems like the only good thing left he’s got going for him. He’ll be damned if he fucks this up, too.

Not like it matters, though, since their season got cut short. It happens — seasons ending sooner than expected. It happens when you lose.

And that’s what happened. Their team lost. There is no play time for Shugo to take away from Atsumu, considering the fact that they won’t be playing for the last month remaining of the season. It was a good run; a great one, even. They made it a lot farther than most teams, and Atsumu’s just barely scraping the surface when it comes to talk about reaching the peak of his career. He has more than enough years to recover and redeem himself from a loss that, from certain viewpoints, is hardly a loss to beat himself over.

And, really, during normal circumstances, he really wouldn’t take this so harshly. He normally wouldn’t feel as gutted and hollowed out as he is right now; if only he hadn’t been dumped.

And it’s one thing to be dumped over text or on a phone call or in-person during a dinner date, but it’s another thing entirely when it comes out of seemingly nowhere. In the afternoon, he’s walking on the court with a supermodel girlfriend, and in the early evening, he’s stepping off the court, a man sweaty and defeated, opens up his Twitter timeline, and sees that said supermodel girlfriend is now his supermodel ex-girlfriend.

Professionally photographed variations of “the gorgeous Izumi Aoki” and her “yummy hunk of arm candy Junichiro Ichikawa” standing impossibly close together at some red carpet event are plastered all over his timeline. They look practically joined at the waist with how close they are. It’s not exactly the best thing to see after getting his ass kicked on (and then subsequently off) the court. He originally gives her the benefit of the doubt, but after clicking on one (or two… or three… maybe six, but definitely no more than seven) article(s), he ends up realizing with startling clarity: he just got dumped.

He just got dumped, and the words “I’m breaking up with you” weren’t even spoken or sent to him. All he got were Twitter threads and articles from various semi-reputable gossip sites that all recycled the same quote Izumi told the interviewer:

“Me and Miya? We’re a done deal. Me and Juni…” (She looks up lovingly at Juni while she’s saying this, just an FYI. Atsumu didn’t need to know this information, but five out of the no-more-than-seven articles he read felt the need to mention this little gesture, as if it means something. Maybe it’s the bitterness of a scorned ex speaking, but Atsumu highly doubts that anything coming from Izumi Aoki is capable of being genuine or loving.) “We’re the real thing.”

The truth is this: Atsumu doesn’t really care about the slight attack on him. He doesn’t even care that Izumi broke up with him, just the fact that she didn’t feel the need to let him know that she was going to do so. A little warning would have been well appreciated, rather than seeing that he’s been replaced by a hotshot rookie baseball player via tweets made by thirsty college students who had difficulty choosing between wanting to fuck Izumi or Junichiro.

(The general consensus? Both. People from the ages of seventeen through twenty-two wanted to get in bed and have an insane threesome with, according to them, “the hottest celebrity couple”.)

“Atsumu.” Shugo still has his hand on Atsumu’s shoulder, his grip firm, his tone even more so. “C’mon, it’s time you get home.”

Home, huh? Atsumu stares at the bottom of his glass and sees something familiar. Hyogo Prefecture. He sees practices in his high school gym — it used to feel so big, 'til he went pro and realized that maybe there was a world bigger than that gymnasium. He sees arguments with ‘Samu, back when Osamu was still dying his hair. He sees annoying the shit out of his mother but still willing to fistfight anyone who would dare to make a “your mom” joke to him. He sees himself as a second year, pretending like he didn’t spend all last month gathering up the courage to pretend to be as confident as ever as he convinces the smartest, prettiest, so out of his league girl to go on a date with him. You saying yes to him that one time (and every other time he asked after that) had been the highlight of his last two years of high school — which is saying something, since he went to Nationals both years, as well.

He swallows hard, wanting to laugh at himself for being so sappy. He’s not quite sure why he’s suddenly taking a trip down memory lane. Must be the drinks, he rationalizes. They’re finally doing their job in getting him fucked up.

“Whatever you say, captain,” Atsumu finally replies back to Shugo, looking up to shoot him a grin.

And man, Atsumu must have really had too much to drink tonight, because for a second, the captain he sees is Shinsuke.

Sadness, you suppose, has a way of seeping itself into any place it sees fit. For example, you’re at a club, surrounded by your best fucking friends in the world and future co-stars, celebrating your latest starring role in what Japan is calling its “most anticipated romance of the year”, and you’re…

Well, you’re sad.

You're at the height of your career, but everyone says the peak is just going to keep on getting higher and higher. You’re where you’ve always dreamed of being, where thousands of other young hopefuls are currently aspiring to be, and yet, for some odd reason, you’re not that happy.

“Hey, pretty girl,” a deep voice can be heard right against your ear; you almost jump in surprise but turning around (and also being hit with the overwhelming scent of Versace Eros), you realize it’s not a complete stranger.

Forcing a smile that you know he’ll be too drunk to recognize as fake, you acknowledge your co-star. “Hi, Inoue.”

“C’mon, babe, you can call me Ryo.” He has a heavy arm resting on your shoulder, and your already weak smile completely diminishes at this point.

Ryo Inoue has a following that’ll take you at least two years — two wildly successful years — to even catch up to. His mom was — still is — a prevalent name in the industry. She’s won practically every award an actress can even receive. Now, she has her own skincare line and still a massive, loyal fanbase that treats her word as gospel. His dad is retired, but back in his prime, any movie he was directing was bound to rake in billions of Yen, and several have even done well internationally. The point? The point is that Ryo Inoue is the epitome of a nepotism baby. He’s talented, and he’s got a pretty face, and he probably would have done well without the backing of his two powerful parents, but things come easy to him. Way too easy.

You don’t need a reputation of being easy.

Shaking off his arm, you roll your eyes. He doesn’t catch it because he’s already drunk, and with the club’s strobe lights, fog machine, and warm bodies that make everyone appear to be one big blob, you don’t think he would’ve been able to focus enough even when sober. “Yeah, whatever, I gotta go. See you on set next week.” You slip away. You think you hear him shout something, but it gets devoured by the bass boosted music blaring in this way-too-hot (and legal maximum capacity reached) space. You make your way through the club, trying to find a way out of this damn dancefloor from hell. You glance around at your surroundings, eyes landing on the bar. You catch a glimpse of blond hair and frown.

You shouldn't be thinking about him right now.

That’s how you find yourself back up in the VIP section of the place. It’s a lot better here than down there, with the “commoners” as one of the supermodels call them. The A/C seems to actually be coming through the vents, and while everyone up here is just as scantily clad, just as drunk off their asses, and just as bad — if not worse — than the so-called “commoners”, it doesn’t matter.

Money has a way of turning trashy into classy, after all. Because the barely-there bralettes the models are wearing as tops are decked out in diamonds, not cheap rhinestones. Everyone’s drinking straight out of bottles that go for over two thousand dollars. And nearly everyone here has made their publicists’ lives a living hell.

You don’t want to be thinking right now, and that’s why you’re up here, with them, pretending to celebrate. It’s all any of you are good at: pretending. Looks like you didn’t even have to become an actress to become a professional liar.

“Babe, congrats on the movie!” The only person you really, truly trust out of all “friends” is Yua. She’s bright and bubbly, literally the definition of a ride-or-die, and the only person in the industry who hasn’t stabbed anyone in the back. She’s a model that’s been gracing the covers of Vogue and being Prada’s number one It Girl since she was seventeen. You can’t blame her for wanting to party every night. If you had to go through half the shit she does, you’d want to blackout to forget it all, too.

You hug her in response, looking over her shoulder at the rest of the people present. You can put a name to every face, and you’re familiar with most of them beyond just being aware of their existence. You’re already regretting coming here in the first place, but Yua’s beaming at you, and you recognize that glossy, faraway gleam in her bright eyes. She’s on something right now. You try not to grimace. “Hey, this place sucks. Wanna get back home?”

“Home? Bestie, the party’s just getting started!” She drags you closer to the couch, giggling as she pushes you down, forcing you to sit before she plops next to you. Yua only gets really fucked up like this after a photo shoot. You should have just stayed home, but everyone was going to be here, and you can’t afford to not at least make a brief appearance. Besides, someone has to keep an eye on Yua. Not like you were doing such a stellar job ‘til now.

Yua’s been your roommate for only a couple of months now, but she’s been your first ever friend since you were just some teenage girl from the Hyogo Prefecture who wanted to act. The two of you have the same manager. Meeting her was a coincidence; clicking with her was fate, you guess. You wouldn’t have survived without Yua, and you cringe, thinking about all the emergency hospital visits you took her to. It looks like she wouldn’t survive without you, either.

No, you think miserably. The party’s been over since you looked at your phone, saw a familiar name pop up on your screen, and subsequently wanted to chuck your phone at the nearest wall.

akihito Congratulations on your latest role. I know you’ll do great.

Yua’s squealing as a server comes with a bottle in a bucket of ice. She grabs it. It’s champagne, and apparently, a gift for you.

“I’m so happy for you right now!” She cheers, thrusting the cold bottle into your hand.

You’re still thinking of Akihito, his blond hair and charming smile, and the fact that even though he broke your heart, he’s still the only person you can find yourself longing for.

Maybe you should take a page out of Yua’s book. Fuck it.

You pop the bottle, and the rest of the night becomes history.

6 HOURS EARLIER

Despite Shugo’s best efforts, a drunk Atsumu is a hungry one. And Atsumu, sober or not, is a stubborn dickhead who must have his way.

That’s why Shugo has to pull into a shady convenience store. Atsumu stumbles around the aisles, knocking over snacks, and the cashier doesn’t even look up from his magazine — which Shugo realizes is an old copy of Playboy — probably because he’s so used to this behavior from his customers.

Atsumu gets five burritos from the hot food display, and Shugo tries to gag as he watches him devour the first three in just a couple of bites.

“I can’t believe you ever had a girlfriend,” he mutters to himself, wishing his air fresheners in his car were stronger. Nothing seems to be combating the smell of five gas station burritos.

“I can’t believe you never had a girlfriend,” Atsumu counters, before snorting. “Nevermind, yeah I can.”

“Where would I even have the time to meet a girl? I’m either at the gym or cleaning up your messes.”

“I know you’re old, but c’mon now. Ya never even heard of a dating app?”

It’s because of this conversation that Atsumu is not going straight to bed — which is what Shugo commanded him to do the moment he dropped Atsumu off — but rather, he’s on the phone with his agent.

“Ken, I have an idea.”

Kento Sato is a man with expensive habits, a detrimental aspect of his personality that is the reason why he has to answer phone calls at two in the morning. Had Atsumu Miya not been one of his highest paying clients, Atsumu would not be on the phone right now. Guess money does have its perks.

“What is it, Atsumu?”

“Is it true? The dating app? Is it real?”

Kento freezes momentarily, now wide awake.

“The dating app” as Atsumu so simply puts it goes beyond just that. It’s a network where only the top agents and publicists and managers have access to, and even harder to get an arrangement for your client. Money is an obstacle, but so is your client’s public image, fanbase, career, and predicted future. It’s supposed to be a secret, and no one besides the publicists who set it up and the people who get paired is in on the truth: that it’s a fake dating app.

A publicity stunt. A way to trick followers and haters, co-stars and teammates, the entirety of TikTok and talk show audiences, that this new It Couple is the real thing. The difference between the setups done outside the app versus the matches made from it is easy to tell. The most important one being that the matches made from this app are never found out to be fake.

“Atsumu, let’s discuss this in the morning—”

“Don’t bullshit with me right now, man. Okay? ‘Cause listen — I don’t care much ‘bout the breakup, but it’s embarrassing, and everything’s going to shit right now—”

“Listen to me. You’re drunk. You’re exhausted. You’re not thinking straight—”

“I was thinkin’ just fine when I heard ya setting up that deal for—”

Accidents happen. Kento had been on a call, setting up an arrangement, and Atsumu was (sincerely, too!) looking for the bathroom. (The eavesdropping was all intentional, though. Nosy shit.)

“Don’t speak of that.” Ken hisses, and although Atsumu’s stubborn, he — for the most part — knows when to pick his fights. “Fine. So, it’s true. What does that have to do with you?”

“My rep, Ken! I’m the reason why the team lost, and now I’m a fuckin’ joke ‘cause I got dumped for some rookie baseball player who’s fresh outta high school!”

“And what is this app supposed to do for you, huh? You think I can just magically get you in the network, pull some strings, and just like that, your reputation is fixed? Shit like this happens all the time. I highly doubt a fake girlfriend is going to be able to solve everything for you.”

“Yeah, but—” Atsumu closes his eyes. It’s not really a matter of reputation or “public image” that he cares about. It’s not even the breakup that has him riled up. For the first time in a while, Atsumu acknowledges that he’s drunk, sitting in his dark apartment that feels more like a model home than an actual space that’s lived in, and he’s completely and utterly alone. “Can’t we just give it a fucking shot? ‘Cause if not, I can tell everyone I know about how you set up—”

“Fine, Atsumu.” Kento sounds beyond irritated, but Atsumu doesn’t care. He is, after all, getting his way. “Eight o’clock, sharp. I’ll call an Uber that’ll pick you up at seven to take you to my office. And Atsumu?”

“Yeah?”

“Even if she’s going to be paid to date you, try not to make her want to run for the hills — or to the nearest baseball team, for that matter.”

1 HOUR EARLIER

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Fumiko Gima — 13 MISSED CALLS Fumiko Gima — 3 VOICEMAILS Fumiko Gima — 27 UNREAD MESSAGES

Fumiko Gima might be one of the best managers in your industry, but she’s notorious for her lack of communication. She’s got a tight grip on the talent industry, and she manages names with more fame and money than yours. Her priority, therefore, will always be with them first, and you as an afterthought. Just being one of her clients is a privilege, and it’s enough to overlook how she rarely ever reaches out (she doesn’t even acknowledge your birthday).

So the fact that it’s Saturday and barely seven in the morning, and she’s called you thirteen fucking times in the past hour means she has a serious butt dialing issue, or you are in deep, deep shit.

Fumiko Gima Potential pairing. 5:03 AM

Fumiko Gima Wake up. We finally got a match. 5:10 AM

Fumiko Gima Get your ass up. Your contract is now depending on whether or not you come through. 5:16 AM  

Your eyes feel crusty, your throat is dry, and you don’t even want to know what you look like right now. You woke up in your living room, and Yua is still sleeping on the couch, half her body hanging off of it, drooling and blissfully unaware of your impending doom.

You scroll down further, trying to make sense of Fumiko’s messages. Pairing? Match? Your contract hanging in the balance?

Fuck.

This situation goes beyond the type that shit can be used to accurately express your feelings. This is a catastrophe. Now is the time for you to say fuck.

Because how does a teenager with no connections, no relevant experience, but a shit ton of genuine acting talent get picked up by a powerhouse manager like Fumiko Gima? Here’s a hint: you didn’t sell your soul, but you kind of, sort of, definitely did agree to rent out yourself to parade around as someone’s fake girlfriend when needed.

Fuck.

The air conditioning makes the meeting room colder than it needs to be, the lights are brighter than they need to be, and you are entirely less sober than you need to be.

Fumiko nearly burst a blood vessel when she met you at the front door of some sleek, shiny office building that you’ve certainly never visited before. Of course, even though it’s eight in the morning, Fumiko looks awake enough to shoot you a glare that could have turned you to stone. She’s wearing four-inch heels, her pencil skirt and blazer looked ironed and brand-new, and she looks like she didn’t spend her Friday night moping about her ex. Now you’re wondering if she even has a significant other, or if there was someone special in her life before but now they’re no longer a thing, or—

“You look like shit,” is her greeting, before rolling her eyes, pushing you inside like she’s afraid someone’s going to take a candid of you, and forcing you into an elevator that would be sending you off to your doom. (As it turns out, your doom happens to be located on the twenty-eighth floor of this unknown building. Lovely. You can only hope the view will be nice as you’re signing away your life.)

Now you’re stuck in a chair, staring out the window (the view is shit, by the way, much like this whole entire situation), waiting to see who will be coming out the elevator next.

Truth be told, you weren’t even hesitant when the offer first came up. Fumiko Gima was relatively unknown to you before she handed you her business card after watching one of your mock auditions. A Google search told you everything you needed to know: she meant business, and you wanted to handle yours with her.

Everything comes with a price, though, and at the time, the deal seemed too good to be true. You’ll have to pay her, of course, but only after your first big role — a role that she would secure for you. All you have to do is be on standby for a less… traditional role.

It’s an acting gig, she told you. But it’ll be very challenging not to break your character.  

You hear the elevator ding!, and you swallow hard. You’ve got oversized sunglasses on, ones tinted dark enough to where no one can see your eyes, and so you hope that when your “match” sits down in front of you, they won’t be able to see you size them up.

“About time,” Fumiko says, skipping any polite greetings whatsoever. You suppose that when you’ve got a majority of Japan’s A-List actors/actresses in your grip, you can afford to skip formalities or two.

“Gima.” A gruff voice says.

You can feel three pairs of eyes looking at you. Fumiko, probably expecting you to turn to face them and say something. The owner of the gruff voice, undoubtedly. And that leaves… the person you’ll be pretending to be head over heels in love with. Yeah, you’re not looking up just yet.

“Do you think I have the time to just sit here and wait around for you, Sato?” Fumiko’s voice is colder than this room, and a lesser man would have started apologizing the second she was done asking her (highly rhetorical) question.

“Yeah, well, not all of us keep our clients on a leash and yank them to where they need to be.” Apparently, whoever Sato is, is not a lesser man.

“Hmph. From what I’ve heard about him, you really should. It’ll do you some good. Maybe it’ll stop the production of white hairs for you.”

Sato just grunts in reply, before yanking a chair out and taking a seat. Whoever is with him follows suit, taking the chair directly across yours. You register blond hair — messy, which makes you feel a bit more comfortable — and broad shoulders that take up the entirety of your sunglasses’ lens. You’re trying to avoid looking at his face, hoping and praying that he’s not going to be too difficult to pretend to be in love with. Maybe you’re shallow and stupid for wanting your fake boyfriend to be hot, but shallow and stupid describes half the people you’re associated with. Birds of a feather, or whatever.

“Alright, they’re here, we’re here. You two can have the hour to talk things out. I have a more pressing meeting to attend, but I’m sure Sato has nothing important happening in his life, so he’ll discuss legal matters with you both before I get back.” Fumiko’s efficient, so you’re not surprised that she’s practically halfway out the door by the time the first few words come out her mouth.

You turn to focus on Sato, who shoots you what you assume he thinks is a smile (but resembles a scowl, more like). “Ah, I need a drink first. Coffee.” He adds in the last word quickly, which makes you smile. “I’m going to get coffee. You two… Yeah.”

The moment you’re alone, the person who came with Sato finally speaks.

“So, what’s with the sunglasses? Are ya, like, blind? ‘Cause I really don’t mind, but my place is a mess, so if you’re ever comin’ over, you’re gonna have to give me, like, a two-day notice so I can get the place fixed for ya.” The voice sounds oddly familiar, the accent reminding you of home. It’s a lot more comforting than you expect it to be. “Nah. Make it a four-day notice.”

“No. I’m not blind.” You push your sunglasses up to rest them on top of your head, finally staring straight at your new “boyfriend”.

And then you kind of wish you were blind because the stunned face staring right at you is a lot more familiar than the accent.

Five years can make a difference, but you would recognize Atsumu Miya — your first boyfriend, your first love — anywhere.

a/n: i just realized that i stated the fucking obvious with the whole "woman he's going to marry is his wife" and then even had the audacity to emphasize "wife" as if... the woman u marry is ??? anything other than ur wife ???? but i left it up bc on brand with atsumu's idiocy but also im 2 tired 2 do anything abt it. pls know that i have looked over this draft (and probably that paragraph since it was written so early on) a minimum of 3 times and only just now caught it after publishing it. i am resisting the urge to go berserk rn.

[pedrito-friskito]

✨kay’s ultimate pedro ranking✨

ok ok ok ok @mandosmistress did this a while back (like a few days lmao what is time) and tagged me and I HAVE BEEN T H I N K I N G let me tell you.

so without further ado, under the cut is my (not so definitive) pedro pascal character ranking…..! (based mainly on attraction/how much I enjoy writing them)

FRANKIE MORALES. frankie. frankie frankie frankie. my man. sunshine of my life (haha see what I did there). there is just something about this character that really crawled into my chest, wrapped himself around my heart and said ”hi I live here now” and I’m cool with it. handsome in that rugged way, a little bit damaged, and good with his hands? done. hook, line, and sinker.

DIN DJARIN. oh the sweet soft-spoken tin can space man. in all honesty, him and Frankie fight for the top spot on a daily basis and sometimes the beskar-covered bounty hunter wins, and he truly was my pedro gateway drug so he’s gotta be high on my list.

JAVIER PEÑA. ohhhhhh mama I love me some Javi. (do I mainly blame my gargantuan crush on @the-ginger-hedge-witch and her brilliant Crush series YES AS A MATTER OF FACT I DO) something about those tight fuckin’ jeans and the stache and the aviators like yep honey take me I’m yours

JAVIER GUTIERREZ. sunshine baby angel too good for this world I just wanna give him a little kiss and carry him around in my pocket and make sure no harm every comes to him (no I haven’t written anything for him yet but I been thinkin’ thots okay)

DIETER BRAVO. ✨the trash man✨ another one I just wanna carry around in my pocket, also the hair does things for me (same with Javi G) like just let me run my fingers through it and I’ll die a happy gal. questionable life choices maybe, but we’ve all been there, right?

OBERYN MARTELL. oh my HEART. *cue adele* we could have had it AAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL. I would say spoilers but it was legitimately 8 years ago but he was so CLOSE and then so SQUISHED. tbh oberyn is the most intimidating to me to even think of writing but maybe someday….

MARCUS PIKE. I do really like Marcus. cheesy as hell? check. bit overboard sometimes? double check. BUT I really like the history of the character we got in limited scenes AND I have a fic idea for him I’ve been sitting on FOREVER and I def have to use it soon!

PERO TOVAR. okay I love me a grungy fantasy man okay like that’s my bread and butter. add in the grouchiness and the obvious way to his heart through his stomach? it’s go time, baby, I got plans for him too!

JACK DANIELS. oh darlin’, he hits the middle of my list for the sole reason that pedro and that whip awoken something in me that hasn’t shut up since I watched that movie and if you don’t think I’ve watched that clip where he pushes his jacket back and it’s a crystal-clear shot of his ass you are WRONG

EZRA PROSPECT. fits the grungy, violent thing pedro seems to work with half the time, and honestly, the linguistics of this man make my head spin (the main reason I haven’t written much for him because it’s a looooot of effort to try and think up dialogue for him!!!) BUT I do love that little moon-touched spot and the scar and the smile and just ugh yum

THE THIEF. full disclosure: I haven’t read a lot of fics about the thief (if anyone has recs let me at ‘em) buuuuuut I really like the whole vibe he has and the outfit? spectacular.

MARCUS MORENO. the glasses definitely do it for me but idk something about him I just…meh. have definitely read some fab fics about daddy moreno (maybe I’ll revisit him at some point). still hot, still delicious, just not my number one fav.

MAX PHILLIPS. maybe not the biggest asshole pedro’s played but definitely up there? I sat through the movie just for him, honestly the scene of him on the couch made it worth it and the smarminess is something else, but idk if I could ever write him! (kudos to all that do!)

DAVE YORK. ok ok ok ok OKAYYYYYYY. listen. he’s the baddie (and like a really bad baddie) so I gotta put him low on my list as far as attraction goes (plus I have mixed emotions about P without facial hair but I digress…) BUT I do have ideas. they are on the horizon. keep your eyes OPEN.

MAX LORD. I haven’t even watched wonder woman 1984 and I know he needs to be down here. maybe I’ll get some form of intoxicated this weekend and power through it, just for shits and giggles!

well KUDOS if you made it this far, this was actually so fun to do!

tagging a few pals just because, no pressure 😇

@prolix-yuy @pedropascalsx @mandoblowmybackout @mindidjarin @allfoolsinluv @iamskyereads and obvi anyone else who wants to play!!!