#she knows i’m a little weirdo about my hobbies

[goatsghost]

my best friend’s bf just started playing baldur’s gate and i don’t know how weird i’m allowed to get about it yet………..

[strawberri-elixir]

Sleepless nights

╰⇢ 5. “I’m not jealous”

Warnings: none… except a joke about yuta having a kill list

note: MORE WRITING :> i’m sure you guys are tired of it

“What are you two weirdos doing.” You watch Maki and Yuta sending each other odd looks. Was this really because they were arguing over who was your best friend?

“Nothing.” Maki crosses her arms as she looks away, clearly pouting.

“Uh huh.” You give her an unamused look before looking at Yuta with the same look.

“What?” He shoots you an innocent look. “Oh and I want you to meet that friend I was telling you about!”

You watch as Yuta calls out to someone from the other side of the room, motioning for them to join your table group. As the summoned boy approaches, you start to notice some… oddly familiar features.

Platinum blond hair, hazel eyes… a surgical mask (which you found a little odd). Despite wearing a mask during your nighttime adventures with Yuta, you never wore it at school to avoid any unnecessary attention.

But something about the boy in front of you with the mask just gave you a sense of déjà vu. Like you’ve seen him somewhere before…

“It’s you!” The pieces finally clicked.

“You know him?” Maki gives you a surprised look.

“He’s the hot weirdo I was telling you about!” You pointed at the boy.

Maki just stared at you, an amused expression on her face. One awkward cough from Yuta later and you realized you spoke a little bit louder than you expected.

“My bad. Sorry about that.” You awkwardly smiled.

“Well this is Toge Inumaki. He’s the friend who i’ve been meaning to introduce to you guys for a while actually.” Yuta smiles slightly.

“Nice to meet you!” You chuckle.

“Yo.” Maki gives him a nod, which the blond returns.

“So, Inumaki! Tell me a little about yourself!” You focus your attention on the newest member of your table group.

Inumaki doesn’t respond. At least not verbally. Instead, he pulls out a little notebook and flips to an empty sheet and hands you the book.

‘I’ll answer whatever questions you have’ The paper reads.

You happily take out a pen of your own, writing down all sorts of questions that you could possibly have for the boy.

‘How old are you?’

‘17’

‘What’s your favourite food?’

‘Tuna mayo onigiri’

The two of you eventually take turns exchanging questions ranging from simple hobbies to deep philosophical questions, completely oblivious to your other desk mates.

Yuta stared at you smiling at Inumaki, an ugly feeling settling in his stomach. He had to physically cover his view of the two of you in order to divert his attention.

“I didn’t know you were friends with Inumaki.” Maki raises an eyebrow at the boy.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Met him in English since he sits right next to me.” Yuta shrugs, looking back at you and Inumaki scribbling away on a sheet of paper.

The two of you continued to communicate through paper for the rest of class, occasionally pretending to pay attention to the teacher to avoid getting in trouble. And before you knew it, the bell had rung, telling everyone it was finally the end of the day.

You happily packed your bags and walked out of the room with Yuta and Maki. “See you tomorrow!” You waved to the blond boy before you left.

“Any fun plans tonight?” Maki yawned.

“Nope.” You and Yuta responded in unison. A smile appearing on your face as the two of you look at each other.

“Maybe I’ll stop by later.” Yuta gives you a smile.

“I’ll be waiting then!” You grin.

“Alright lovebirds, I’m off, see you guys tomorrow.” Maki waves as she stops at her locker. “Don’t do anything gross.” The teasing was clearly directed at Yuta, but he made no attempt to make that obvious.

You shoot the girl a smirk before wrapping your arm around Yuta, giving her a sly grin. “Who knows? Because unlike you, we enjoy physical contact with each other.”

You’re so absorbed in your playful banter that you totally miss the way the face of the boy next to you turns red. Regardless, he shakes it off before the two of you continue down the hall.

Boy was he thankful of your obliviousness.

Masterlist | Next

new character met! ╰⇢ Inumaki!

- congratulations! you've successfully met everyone! -

fun facts:

— maki and yuta are always fighting over who is your favourite person (yuta has a one up on maki because he’s your childhood best friend)

— aside from maki, nobara was the first of your friends to notice yuta’s longing looks at you (megumi is a close second) which then sparked the beginning of the ‘cupids’ group chat

— inumaki was actually the one to talk to yuta first in their english class

— maki’s pov in the ‘cupids’ chat <3

taglist:

@sur-i-ki @aespaforlifersyall @camilo-uwu @butterflyqueen234 @shinsukeee @tanchosanke @emii4evr @lees-chaotic-brain @you-always-made-me-blush @jayathelostdragon @chilichopsticks @polarbvnny @instantmusico @sad-darksoul

[morganbritton132]

I just read your post about Steve and Eddie taking hobby classes together and I love the idea of a big famous rockstar taking a paint n sip class and these moms going “…. Is that??? No??? I’m pretty sure that’s Eddie munson. My kid loves his band” and Eddie interacting with moms who want to FaceTime their kid cause they met someone famous. Because you know some moms have no shame when they meet someone their kids love

The first time they went to one of these classes, Eddie tried to do the whole low-key celebrity thing and wear a hoodie and a baseball cap. Steve took one look at him and was just like, “What are you doing? You look like someone’s stalker. No one is going to recognize you, you weirdo.”

But Steve is wrong.

It’s not just people recognizing him from the band their kid likes. Corroded Coffin was very popular in the nineties. There are people in this class that had posters of Eddie Munson on their bedroom walls when they were teenagers, and they insist on getting their picture taken with him too.

Eddie plays along, of course, because he doesn’t really get a choice unless he wants this whole five-week course of classes to be super awkward. He even says hi to some kid on FaceTime who doesn’t even know who he is because his mom confused Corroded Coffin with the Counting Crows somehow.

These things are fine.

Steve typically finds things like this amusing because he knows that Eddie secretly loves it, but that stops immediately the moment the woman across the table from them heavily implies that Eddie is on her and her husband’s list. Her name is Stephanie. She’s a part of a little gal’s night out group, has lipstick on her teeth, and a little too much wine in her, leans closer and stage whispers, “You know, the list that married couples have.”

“Interesting, interesting,” Eddie hums, humoring her. “Am I in good company on this list?”

Steve watches this conversation play out and decides that he doesn’t like Stephanie’s flirty tone or the fact that Eddie hasn’t just shut her down because he is married. And also gay. He’s gay too. It’s not like Steve feels threatened by a literal non-existent possibility, you know.

Just – have some respect for the man’s wedding ring, right?

She leans across the table to tap Eddie’s arm at some joke he made and Steve is so distracted by this that he accidentally knocks over one of the water cups when he goes to clean his brush. The water splashes across the table and nearly gets Stephanie’s shoes, but she moves away.

“Shit,” Steve says, “Sorry. I – shit. Let me help you.”

Luckily no one’s canvases got ruined since they’re all propped up on little easels and Steve helps mop the water up off the table and floor where Stephanie is working. He almost forgets about her flirting with his husband until she tells Eddie, “Your friend is so sweet, isn’t he?”

Steve tosses his wet paper towels in the trash and points to Stephanie’s smudgy painting of one of the clown figurines on the table, and says, “Wow, your art is amazing. I wish I could paint a self portrait like that.” 

[getmeoutofhell]

All ghostface x reader

Also a little bit of Charlie x reader.

Summary: you and the group are all sitting with each other (basically in the gif) and you find out Ethan likes you. Check out: chat before reading this story.

A/n: since NO ONE ELSE writes about the whole group with reader, I’ll do it. I’m not the best at writing so there might be mistakes. ❣️

Warnings: language/nsfw stuff!!

“Do you think y/n would go out with me?”

Ethan asked the rest of the group that question.

“I’m sorry, what? Y/n is way out of your league.” Amber told him, slightly chuckling after.

Stu started laughing, along with Billy and Quinn. Ethan’s face started turning red. Which made Jill join the conversation.

“Oh my gosh. Your face is red.” Jill pointed at Ethan’s face, as she was sitting beside him. He rolled his eyes (insert the gif)

“Whatever.”

“I texted y/n, she said she’ll be here with Charlie soon. Also Ethan, your pull game is ass.”

“Let’s be nice Mickey, maybe Ethan hasn’t really dated before and this is new to him.” Roman looked at Ethan.

“I can definitely tell he hasn’t dated before.”

Amber, Billy, and stu starting laughing together.

“Okay guys I get it. Y/n won’t wanna go out with me. You guys can stop laughing.”

His face just kept getting redder.

“Charlie you ready to go?”

“Yeah I’m getting my shoes.”

“Okay I’ll meet you in the car.” You and Charlie did go on a date yesterday, yet you didn’t tell the others, for reasons of course…you guys didn’t put a title on things, since you don’t know what you would title it. We aren’t together but we are together. Friends with benefits maybe? You don’t know. So you just go with flow you suppose.

You were now sitting in the passenger seat of the car, waiting for Charlie to take you to meet up with the group. Your phone dinged and you got a text from Jill.

“Please hurry and come see this bozo. His face is so red from talking about you.” The text read.

You knew it was about Ethan already.

“I’m not a bozo.”

Ethan read Jills text and she typed it to you, face still slightly red.

“Get out my phone weirdo. Plus you are a bozo.”

“Yeah whatever.”

“Damn what’s taking y/n and Charlie so long. It’s hot as hell and I’m thirsty.”

“They’re probably fucking Amber, who knows.” Amber chuckles at that comment from Mickey.

“Hey ya’ll!” You and Charlie started walked throwds the group.

“Well it’s about damn time, what took y’all so long?”

“Well Roman, we had to go to the store to get y’all some drinks.”

You handed each of them their drinks out of the bag.

“Anyway, Ethan over here wants to ask you out.” Jill said as she opened her drink, looking at you.

“No thanks from you guys? I spent about 30 dollars for y’all some drinks.”

Thanks and thank you was what the group told you. You went to sit next to Charlie.

“Okay so, what was y’all talking about before we got here?” You spoke to the group as you drunk from your drink.

“About Ethan’s pull game. It’s straight up ass. Also he wants to ask you out.” Mickey said.

“Y’all keep carrying this joke out. He doesn’t like me like that.” You we’re slightly getting frustrated with them every time they say stuff like that. You didn’t believe he could like you more than a friend. Y’all were complete opposite in your eyes, two different people with different hobbies and personalities. So it was hard for you to think he’d have a crush on you. Plus you were kinda talking to Charlie, which y’all are still keeping it on the down low surprisingly.

“Y/n, he literally asked if we thought you would go out with him before y’all got here.”

“What?” You looked at Quinn for a second before turning to Ethan. You noticed he was blushing.

“Ethan did you say that?”

The whole group stared at Ethan, waiting for a response.

“Well uh…yes.” He stared at the ground.

You just looked at him for a bit.

“Well fucking finally!” Amber said.

You looked at Charlie, and his face had mixed emotions all over it. You didn’t know what to say at this moment, or even what to think.

*charlie’s pov*

After I heard Ethan say that to y/n I got this weird feeling in my stomach. I already knew that Ethan had a crush on y/n months ago, so I don’t know why this feeling is there. I then I looked at y/n for a second before looking towards Ethan. He couldn’t have her no matter how hard he wanted to. I want to tell him so bad about me and y/n. How I taste her almost every night. How she moans my name instead of his. How she gets wet to the thought of me, not him. But I some how control myself and don’t say anything. But one day I will.

A/n: AHHHH okay guys, I know this ain’t the best thing in the world but I’m not the best writer. Please bear with me I beg.

Part 2 is out!!! part 2

[lostfirefly]

If you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it, before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it

I probably won’t surprise anyone, but the idea came to me in a dream. In it, two girls were sitting at a bar and one of them wanted to meet Buggy (I'm serious!). So welcome to another dream! :) English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Buggy and F/GN Reader - Masterlist is here.

Description: Your sister took you to a bar so she could meet someone. She saw Buggy, but he clearly showed interest in you.

Warnings: Nerd people are mentioned here. I have nothing against people who are passionate about something. The basis is the reaction of people who do not understand other people's hobbies.

Words: 1815

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots

The title is taken from “I Hope That I Don't Fall in Love With You” by Tom Waits.

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GIF by vinnymauro

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“Why did you bring me here?” You twirled a glass of wine in your hands. 

“Well, because I'm tired of being alone. It's time to get back into the game after we broke up with that asshole.” Your sister leaned back in her chair and scanned the entire room with her eyes. “There are no decent candidates yet.”

“That's all very nice to hear, but why do you need me here?” You took a sip of wine and snacked on cheese. 

“I’m afraid I need a co-pilot, Y/N.” Your sister chuckled and scratched her nose.

“We've been sitting here for two hours and the only options that have come to us are those pot-bellied weirdos over there.” You carefully pointed your little finger at the table where a group of chubby guys in glasses sat, endlessly discussing aliens and yeties. 

“They’re not that weird.” Your sister tilted her head slightly. 

“Not weird? Seriously? One of them came up wearing a t-shirt with the inscription that said “take a ride on my flying saucer.” You laughed. “Sorry, but I didn't sign up for a such kind of date.”

“Well, if there are no other options, I'll choose the one with the Bigfoot t-shirt.” Your sister shrugged and opened new bottle of wine. 

“I'll hope he's not as hairy as his pet on his clothes.” You giggled and poured some wine into your glass. 

“You're such a bitch.” Your sister shook her head and took a piece of cheese.  

Suddenly a loud laughter echoed through the bar. Everyone sitting in the bar instantly turned towards the sound.

“Lord, who is laughing so hard?” You turned around, craning your head. “Apparently that tall guy at the bar.”

“Wow! He’s cute! Why didn't we notice him before?!!” Your sister looked in the same direction. 

“Seriously? Are you sure we're looking at the same guy? Blue hair, red nose, makeup on his face.” You nodded your face towards the guy sitting at the counter. His laughter seemed to shake the walls of the entire establishment.

“Yes. He’s cute!” Your sister kicked your leg under the table. “Go and find out from him whether he’s sitting here with someone or alone.” 

“Why me?” You look at her.  

“You're my co-pilot, Y/N. Or do you want me to start playing the poor abandoned girl card.” Your sister made a sad face. “I might even cry.”

“Okay!” You rolled your eyes. “Fuck. Why is it always me?” 

You muttered under your breath, took a glass, stood up and headed towards. You cleared your throat and gently patted the blue-haired man on the shoulder. “Hey, you. Hello!”  

“What?” He turned sharply and looked you with his green eyes up and down. 

“Nothing. My sister liked you.” You took a sip, realizing that you had said something stupid.

“And what?” The man look at you questionably. 

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Go up to her and say hello like all normal people.” 

“No! I’m busy!” He turned around and poured some whiskey. 

“You’re busy? How? What are you doing? You just sit and drink.” You threw up your hands.

“It's called being busy, brownie! Do you see?” He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, grinned and poured himself a glass of whiskey in one gulp. “So, sorry, my love.” 

“Fuck you! Asshole!” You returned to the table, sat down and groaned. 

“So? Will he come? Y/N, please, say he'll come!” Your sister looked at you with hope. “He's so cool when he grumbles.” She smiled slightly.

“No, he won’t. He’s kind of strange, to be honest. He’s sitting there alone, and by the way, he wears more makeup than you and me combined.” You leaned your elbows on the back of the chair and looked towards the bar counter again.

“Y/N, go and ask what he is doing? Maybe he will come..” Your sister took another sip of wine, looked at you with pleading eyes and lightly tapped her palms on the table.

“Why me? You liked him, so you go! You made a hand gesture, sending your sister to the bar.

“I’m shy.” She stared at the table and began to move her finger along the glass. “You’re better at talking than me. Y/N, plee-e-e-a-a-ase!” 

“Why do I always fall for this? Okay! Site here.” You groaned, stood and came to the bar counter. 

You tapped the man on the shoulder. “Hey, you! Hello again!”

“You again?” He looked at you, and it seemed to you for a second that he was glad to see you. “Now what?” 

“Yeah, me. Well... My sister… My sister is still sitting there.” You carefully pointed towards your table. “And still likes you.” 

“And my question is still, “so what?” The man turned to you. 

“Listen, are you always such a rude person?” You squinted your eyes and took a sip. 

“Great!” He laughed loudly. “Your sister is sending you to me, and I’m the rude one in this situation!” 

“Look, okay, I admit it. I'm not very good at being a co-pilot. To be honest, I have no idea how to do this correctly.” Your chuckled. 

“That's noticeable, brownie!” He flicked your nose and winked.

“Is it difficult for you to spare 5 minutes with us? Say hello, say a joke and then say goodbye. Her boyfriend dumped her, by the way. And for some strange reason she liked you.” You softened your voice.  

“Still my answer is no!” The man turned back to the bar.

“Ass!” You muttered under your breath and was about to come back to your sit.  

“Hey, wait!” The man shouted at you. “What's the name?” 

“Whose name? Sister?”

“No! Your. What's your name?” He looked at you and took a sip. 

“Y/N. And you?” You squinted one eye.  

“Buggy.”  

“Well, hi, Buggy.” You smiled slightly. 

“Well, hi, Y/N.” He winked at you again.  

“Won't you come over?” You nodded again towards the table.

“Sorry, brownie, no!” Buggy shook his head and laughed again.  

“Okay!” You exhaled. “Enjoy your drink!”

You returned to the table and shrugged. “I'm a lousy co-pilot, sister. He won't co~.” 

"So, girls.” Suddenly, a white-gloved hand slammed a bottle of whiskey onto the table. “Are we relaxing?" 

“YES!!!” Your sister shouted happily, and immediately covered her mouth with her hand, not expecting such volume from herself. 

“Yes. Relaxing.” You looked at Buggy and quietly whispered “thank you”.

Buggy winked at you again. “I thought I'd rather keep you company than these weirdos in weird t-shirts.” He placed his hand on the back of your chair. “And I’m Buggy, by the way. So. What are you talking about?” 

“About various things.” Your sister said, started twirling her hair on her finger. 

“Come on, brownie... and... well.. brownie’s sister, tell me about yourselves.” Buggy poured himself a glass of whiskey and gently placed his hand on your back. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye and smiled slightly. 

“Oh, I work at the police station.” Your sister took a sip of the wine without taking her eyes off Buggy. “Well, you know. Administrator. I register cases and everything.”

“Sounds good. What about you, brownie?” Buggy moved his hand over your back a little lower. 

“Nothing to tell, to be honest. I just quit my two jobs, and now I’m celebrating my freedom.” You blushed a little, feeling his hand started stroking your back. 

He took the bottle, turned it over in his hands and smelled it. “You can't celebrate by drinking some crap.” Buggy called the waiter and ordered another bottle of wine. He placed your open bottle on the weirdo’s table. “Guys, this is for you. The best wine in this bar. Enjoy your evening.”  

Buggy chuckled strangely, sat down and moved his chair closer to you. You could smell him, smelling like a mixture of rum and whiskey, and musk.

“Okay, okay.” You glanced at him. “You asked about us. It's our turn! Tell me, what do you do in life?” 

“Me?” He looked at you, pointing his finger at himself. “You don't know who I am?” 

“Sorry, Buggy.” You took his bottle of whiskey and poured some into your glass, squinting your eyes. “But I have no idea who you are.” 

“Na-ah! First, that's my bottle. And I'm gonna get it back.” He smirked and took the bottle from your hands. “Y/N! My brownie, I'm the genius and famous Buggy the Clown!” 

You drank whiskey and choked. “Fuck, it's strong.” You wiped your lips. “Who are you? The clown? From the circus? From the real circus?” You slightly turned your body towards him.

“The realest and greatest circus in the world!” Buggy placed his hand on your waist.  

“So what?” Your sister asked and ran her foot along his leg. “Do you have acrobats, jugglers and mimes there?” 

“Exactly, brownie’s sisters!” Buggy pointed his glass at her. “The best acrobats, the best mimes, the best jugglers! You should go to my show. Especially you, brownie!” He flicked your nose.

“Me?” You tried not to notice his hand on your waist. “Why me? Sorry, Buggy the Clown, I don't like circuses!” 

“You just weren't in my circus, baby!” Buggy winked at you and slowly moved his hand to your hip. 

“Damn, I'm out of whiskey. Waiter. Hey! Are they deaf or something? I'll be right back. Brownie.” He stood up and winked at you. “And.. brownie's sister.”

“How do you do it, Y/N?” Your sister laughed, taking a sip of her wine.

“What am I doing?” You raised one eyebrow.

“I noticed the guy, and he will leave with you. Probably.” Your sister leaned back in her chair and looked around.

“He seems okay. He's even cute.” You shrugged your shoulders and glanced at Buggy, who was actively gesticulating and laughing at the bar counter. “Or maybe he’s flirting with everyone like that.”

"No way! He liked you!" Your sister stuck her tongue out at you.

“Sorry...” You answered sadly.

“Oh, fuck it. He's yours. I'll go meet the yeti.” Your sister took the glass and went to the next table.

“Hey! Where is your sister?” Buggy asked in surprise as he came back.

“She went to see that dude who's wearing a yeti t-shirt. Why are you asking? Miss her?” You immediately straightened your hair, placed your hand on the table and rested your chin on your palm.

“No, brownie. I miss you already.” Buggy plopped down next to you and moved his face close to yours. “So, what are your plans for today?” He stroked your shoulder with his fingers.

You moved even closer to his face and winked. “Buggy the Clown, it seems like you promised to show me your circus. But first…” You carefully ran your finger along his leg. “You will buy me a brownie.”

[narrators-journal]

Intake questions

I’m a bit rusty at writing fluff asks, I think :/. But! I hope this is still pretty fun, I hope you enjoy!

As you waddled into the stone age’s hospital, your first impression of the place was that it was rather small, but otherwise fairly familiar to the modern days you’d come from. With a hand-crafted coffee table filled with manga and coloring pages, the radio played music from the receptionist’s desk, and they even had that distinctly doctor’s office scent down.

The only slight oddity you found in the small waiting room, was Senku stationed in one of the chairs. Which, was mostly odd since he was damn near the king of the post-apocalyptic world you’d woken up in, so you couldn’t help but feel like you’d walked into a 7/11 and run into royalty. But, you tried not to pay him much attention as you sat down to wait for the doctor to call you back. Though, while you sat in that quiet waiting room, with nothing to do but do your paperwork for the receptionist, you sort of, couldn’t help but observe the man who shared your small room.

Physique-wise, the world’s favorite scientist was pretty average. He wasn’t very tall, and wasn’t very buff, but he wasn’t ugly either. Even with odd, gravity-defying hair reminiscent of a leek or a grumpy face, you still found him pretty cute. Though, not cute enough to not pretend you didn’t notice him five chairs away.

Which, was a strategy that seemed to work for a few moments at least. Before the scrape of one of the hospital chairs on the linolium filled the air and Senku Ishigami was suddenly at your side instead. “Hello, what’s your name, miss?” He asked, and when you gave him a glance, you couldn’t help but be a bit weirded out by the clipboard he held. How did I miss that? “Um? Are you with the doctor’s office?” You asked, even though you were, naturally aware of who he was. Which, to his credit, he seemed to be equally aware of, but he still played along with your act. “Yes, if that makes you more comfortable.” He said, his cherry-colored eyes still glued to you expectantly as he sat beside you. “Receptionist!”

The woman behind the desk noticeably jumped when you suddenly called for her, but kept her eyes trained on whatever paperwork she had to avoid being drug into your interraction. Well, I’m so gonna sue this place for THIS. “Woah! That is completely unnecessary!” Senku huffed, “I’m not a creep, I’m just doing some intel collection!” “The hell intel are you getting? Please leave me alone,” you shot back with a glare, but Senku only rolled his eyes at that. “Alright, can we not jump to conclusions? C’mon, we both know I’m a scientist, not a nurse. I can’t go anywhere without being recognized, I know damned well that you know me.” He said, which got a bit of a huff out of you that time. Your back and forth apparently over. “I’m sorry, I figured you’d just gotten bored and taken up a hobby of being a weirdo who questions pregnant women for fun.” but he just rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, but, you did notice a small bit of amusement in the flash of a smile you got. “I’m just trying to gather some information on pregnancy to replace the documentation we used to have. That’s all, I’m not being a creep.” “I thought the doctors would do that, or that you’d talk to them instead of the patient.” You pointed out, “I already have, now I’m just avoiding my actual work with this project.” he admitted with utter honesty, which broke your little act and got a laugh out of you.

So, you finally caved and let him ask you questions about your pregnancy until you were finally called back for your appointment. “Well, thanks for the help, ma’am. You bought me more free time.” Senku hummed as he got to his feet with a surprisingly warm smile to you, even an offered hand to help you out of the chair. “Glad I could be of help then, sorry for being rude at the start.” “Nah, don’t worry,” he hummed with a wave of his hand, “It was kind of amusing to banter a bit. Not many people nowadays really challenge my weird shit.” He admitted, which you could understand.

So, you took a bit of a shot. “Well, if you want to banter again, come find me,” You offered as you made your way to the nurse that waited for you, a smile on your face when Senku pointed out, “You didn’t give me any way to do that!” “Think of it as a challenge to find me then!” “Oh, so be a creep.” He said with a snort before the nurse shut the door and ended the interaction.

[luffyvace]

There’s gonna be a new op series called character remix!!

this is so exciting and cool!

here’s my thoughts and take on it 💌💗

so if you haven’t heard it’s basically where we’ll get to view all the strawhats pov before they met Luffy, instead of picking up on they’re life where Luffy met them since the anime is in his pov. They’ll be going in chronological order and the first 2 volumes will come out July 4th. Starting with Luffy I believe, in stead of flashbacks like marineford we’ll get the full thing! :) yippie! Also! There’s gonna be 580 pages per volume! That’ll totally be packed with info right?! 🎉

starting with who I’m most curious about:

Robin: 📖📚

she’s first because most backstories are straight to the point in flashbacks but for me it just feels like it happened really quickly. Personal opinion. Also! We got to see that she likes books but we mostly saw her pain. The only thing to have ever made her happy as a child was books, Saul and the researchers. Therefore we didn’t get a chance to learn much about little robin! Would she like dolls if she had to opportunity to get one? Or building blocks? If she wasn’t neglected would she have been a louder person naturally? You never know because how you grow up can mold you, so if you’re in a survival mode from such a young age you don’t get much time to focus on your personality! Which is why I like Robin’s “saying creepy things” gag, it lets me know she’d be a bit of a weirdo! But it can also stem from hardly having any light in her life- also fact that she’s straightforward about it shows some of her personality as well!

Zoro: ⚔️🗡️

this guy’s past is definitely gonna be good! We seriously didn’t get to see anything about him at all! We don’t know what he like’s personally, and yes training and such, but what about silly little adventures?! He lost Kuina which is a part of big part of darkness in his life, but we still don’t know Zoro on a deep level. Really it’s just gonna be interesting to see what the volume has to offer! :)

Franky: 🤖🦾

this!!! This guy! Nobody talks about how little we know of him! It’s like Zoro, we only know what he’s good at! We only know he likes to build! But we don’t know any habits or hobbies he could’ve tried to pick up that didn’t stick, we didn’t see him evolve and grow! Franky and Robin are in their 30s! We don’t even know what they were like in their 20s! Especially not franky!! I’m really pumped to see what he’ll be like from the flashback up til when he meets Luffy, a weirdo that’s for sure. It’d be fun to see the franky family funny moments too!

Brook: ☠️🏴‍☠️

Dude. No one talks about the fact that his flashback started when he was already an adult!! The only reason we know what he looks like as a child is because Oda drew it! Obviously he was playing music back then as well, but all the strawhats ambitions started when they were a kid! That’s not enough info! We don’t know his parents, hometown, anything! We don’t even know why he loves music! I mean we do, but not really we’re it stems from directly, was his parents out of the picture? Were they there but didn’t care so music was all he had? Were they struggling financially? Did he raise himself? What?!

Nami: 🍊🧡

again! All we know is her dream, not her personally! The most we know is why she loves money! And that was shown in the flashback! We also know she wasn’t financially stable, but what about the day to day life? Did the tangerine sales pick up in the summer? Why weren’t they selling good? Couldn’t they have gone to all the neighboring towns to sell them? How did Bellmere break the news that they weren’t a biological family when Nami was of age? Did she always figure and it was an unspoken thing? Or did Nami cry when she found out? We don’t know!

Sanji: 🧑‍🍳🥘

ngl he would be higher on the list if I watch whole cake but I’m only on Zou 😁 anyway, the article I read to find out the series was coming out mentioned the fact that we don’t know exactly when and how Zeff met, which is a good point!! I’m interested in how that went down too! It pretty much just slipped over that during the flashback, did Sanji escape? Did Zeff take him in welcoming or did Sanji have to fight to get in? Did Zeff help break in out? Now keep in mind I haven’t watch Whole cake so if these questions have been answered I don’t know yet. Anyway that’s my take on it, but one more thing. I feel we’ll get a deeper sense of why Sanji loves to cook. And if there’s anything else he likes besides that!

Chopper: 🦌

I wanna see his day to day life! And also funny moments bc IK they’re there. Also to see him study more! Honestly just more background for this little cutie is all I want. Maybe he should be lower on this list….idk? I really wanna see his tho..

Usopp: 🤥

he’s also lower bc i feel they did a good job showing us enough of Usopp’s background. They got the point across real well, but I would like to see more Usopp pirate crew adventures tho!

Luffy: 🧑‍🌾

Lol the emoji is supposed to be a strawhat. Anyway I LOVE Luffy which makes it odd that he’s so low on this list, but he gets lots of screen time, I feel he also got the longest and most detailed backstory. They did a real good job covering most things, I’d honestly just want to see more adventures and they years between 14-17 bc they timeskiped it lol. Itd be fun to see teen Luffy and Ace interact more, since they’re not little kids anymore. Like arguments about who’s gonna be taller, hobbies they might’ve picked up, talking about what they’re gonna name they pirate crews, sneaking into Goa kingdom together and going through another man’s trash to find they’re own treasure. So I guess I might wanna see his more than I thought! Anywho!

🌷🏴‍☠️

-Brook

[yourimagines]

Meeting you

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers;

- Summary: you meet Morgan on Omegle.

Y/N POV

My friend and I where on Omegle, laughing around. “Yeah… skip.” She hit the skip button. I laughed at her. “You are so mean.” I said to her while she just shrugged her shoulders. “He was annoying.” I looked at back out screen. A young guy was looking at us, smiling brightly. “Oh hello.” I said while waving. “Hello.” He waved back. “I’m gonna get us some drinks, be right back.” She jumped up and left me alone with this guy. “So your a football fan?” He looks around his room. “I think so.” I smiled at him. “Are you a football fan?” “Uhh a little bit.” He nods. “Would you like to share this hobby?” “Share this hobby?” He nods. “Yes, what if I would asked you out to a football match, would you go?” “I don’t know, maybe if you I knew you a bit better than perhaps.” He laughs. “Okay so you would.” I smiled shyly at him. “Maybe.” “Maybe is a yes.” He chuckled. “Okay, yes I would.” He nods proudly. “You have a beautiful smile.” I tried to hide my face behind my hands. “Oh no, now I made you shy.” He playfully said to me “Oh stop it, I don’t even know your name.” “Morgan is my name.” I look up, he looks serious at his screen. “Well Nice to meet you Morgan, I’m Y/N.” I saw him whispering my name. “So why are you here?” “Just like you I think.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Okay okay. I’m here to make some content. I’m live actually.” “Your live on what?” “Twitch.” I being to panic and clicked him away. “What was that?” She placed our drinks on the table. “You didn’t like him?” I shook my head. “I did but he said he was live on twitch, I felt nervous and clicked him away.” She sits down. “Weirdo, streaming random people.”

We were clicking some people away. “All these people are so weird.” Then I saw him appearing on the screen again. “Hey hello again.” Morgan waved at us “Is this the weirdo who’s live streaming people?” She looked at me. “I’m sorry, if I scared you away with that, I’m not live anymore.” I looked at him. “You sure because we will click you away.” She said. He nods. “I swear.” She carefully nods. “Okay then we stay.” He smiles. “Thank you, I actually really like our conversation.” I started to blush as she started a conversation with him.

We talked for hours about everything. “I think we will end this conversation. I’m tired.” She says while standing up. Morgan nods. “I understand.” “I was really fun to talk to you Morgan.” I said to him. “I really like this too Y/N.” My best friend pats me on my shoulder as she leaves to the bathroom. “Can I have you number or social media?” He looked very shy at the screen. “Why, you wanna creep around.” I said while laughing. He held his hands up. “Okay you got me.” We both laughed, “you can have my number.” I said my number as he wrote it down. “This is really your number?” I nod. “Of course it is.” I heard my phone going off. “It’s me, im just checking.” I laughed. “I really gonna go now Morgan.” He nods. “Of course, good night and I hope I speak you soon.” He waved at me as I gave him a blow kiss. “Good night Morgan.” I saw him blushing before I ended the call. “Oh you guys are so in love.” She jumped in bed as I placed the laptop away. “Oh shut up.” I threw a pillow to her. As we both started to laugh.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Hii! This is for your ship asks! I love the detail and dedication you put into these, they scratch that hyper fixation itch soo well and your writing is just- Mwa!

For Sawyers (TCM) please :]

Sexuality/pronouns: I go by She/Her (cis), I’m bisexual and on the grayace spectrum, but definitely open to sex. My preference leans towards men, but masc woman rev me up as well lol.

Appearance: I’m 5’2”, 101Ibs, slender, somewhat androgynous build with little curves. I have curly short brown hair, falling a little past my ears. My face is soft and rounded with a sharp-ish jaw line. I would say I'm average but I'm called pretty. My eyes are down turned and blue. My style changes on a whim but mostly I rotate between grunge and an earthy hippie witch style (?) imagine white flowing dresses, earth tones, and pendents lol. Will sometimes wear a binder with more masc outfits, it just gives me joy. Makeup is usually very little day to day, sometimes going for a heavy eyeliner look. I’ve got a good amount of piercings, 3 on each ear, 1 nostril ring, a septum piercing, a vertical labret, and nipple piercings soon to come haha.

Personality: I’m can be very anxious and avoidant when meeting new people but once I’m comfortable I’m a such silly freak weirdo lmao. I overthink a lot due to anxiety. I’ve got a decent vocabulary and enjoy have long existential talks every once in a while. I looove parallel play and should probably mention I have ADHD. Conflicts can be hard for me and I usually go out of my way to avoid them, so I can appear as a pushover- but If I’m pissed I make it known. I love art and I’m decently skilled in it, having been drawing my entire life. I would say my love languages are touch and gift giving, I’ll straight up roll on bitches I love loll, and they’ll be getting so many drawings from me. I love horror movies, trying new foods, coffee, teas, animals, any outdoor activities, the Summer, cuddling, art, talking about special interests, and music (listen to a lot of different stuff- 90’s and 70’s rock, phonk, metal, pop, classical.)

Hobbies: drawing, painting, swimming, hiking, reading, yoga, gaming, watching TV shows, trying new things, listening to music, occasionally smoking pot with friends. Sorry if this was TMI!! Take a much time as you want, I understand you have a buttload of these to do already. And thank you in advance!!

Your TCM ship: Bubba Sawyer

 OK I think that he would love you and your kind of short stature and more androgynous look. I think you would think that your grunge style is extremely cool and I think that all of that would just kind of attract him to you. I mean, we all know that twitch in the movies is kind of more less feminine kind of more androgynous energy. I get from her and she is significantly shorter than him. I feel like that’s kind of, something he would be into so I feel like he would be attracted to you and that aspect and then your personality. I think you would find very endearing and I feel like he’s really anxious when he meets new people too. I mean a lot of people don’t realize I think that he just has a lot of anxiety and especially because he knows he would want to make you feel as welcome as possible because he really is like that with people he cares about. I think he would also find your piercings so cool. (And hot) you guys also are both very conflict avoiding so that’s another thing that I think would work out kind of well for you as long as you kind of acknowledge it when it comes I feel like you guys would have very few conflict in your relationship fighting wise because he’s generally a very agreeable person. I could also totally see you guys. Going on cute dates together and it’s Canon that there’s a small little lake by the Sawyer house so I feel like he would sometimes take you there on a very secluded day or something like that and also he would love if you painted him like a few, painted him at all or something like a flower, he liked or anything like that and gave it to him as a present it would be his new prize possession like he would carry everywhere he would just be so in love with it or if you painted on his mask. He loves receiving things half as much as he loves giving. Anyway, I just think you guys would be very cute together.



[rosemaryreaper]

Introducing the Valentine Detective Agency

I’ve been posting these snippets way out of order, but here’s Ros and Nick’s second meeting—or their first meeting where neither is pointing a gun at the other. Ellie is the only one happy about this. (I wrote this scene before the ��demure” meme happened, I swear.)

* * * *

Nick couldn’t pin down what was radiating from Ros until she was sitting still in the chair across from him—or not sitting still. He had chalked it up to leftover adrenaline the other night, with the addition of having been riled up by Piper’s torment, but even now she radiated the energy of a bomb about to detonate.

Her hand repeatedly brushed her hip, her fingers grazing the edge of her holster as if to check it was there. Her other hand curled in her lap, bunching up the hem of her shirt. She shifted her weight every few seconds, crossed and uncrossed her ankles, put her feet flat on the floor (as best as they reached the floor), straightened, slouched, and so on. As soon as she stopped thinking about what she was doing, her body automatically put itself in a new uncomfortable position. Holding herself in the chair appeared to take a physical effort. That she didn’t want to be in this room was an understatement.

Nick was a little surprised she was here too. Apparently, the General had to postpone their meeting and had sent Ros his way instead, which wasn’t the surprising part. The surprising part was that she had shown up.

Ros seemed just as surprised at herself. She said awkwardly, “Maybe this is a bad idea.”

“What is?” Nick asked, as if he couldn’t guess. She’d shown more respect toward him than when they’d first met, but it was begrudging.

“Well, what do you do, exactly?”

“What any P.I. does: I find runaways. Runaway jewelry, runaway spouses, any missing person or thing—or both.” He turned it around on her. “What do you do?”

She shrugged. “Whatever brings in the caps. Caravan guard, farmhand, mechanic, etcetera, etcetera…”

“Scientist?” When she frowned at him, he said, “You’re writing a science piece for the paper. It takes a certain kind of”—weirdo, egghead—“person to want to do that. Willingly, no less.”

“I’m not a scientist, not really. My mom was. It’s more of a hobby. It’s complicated.”

“Is that who gave you the Pip-Boy?”

She tucked the Pip-Boy against her ribs, covering it with her hand. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

Ellie picked her moment to return from the other room. “Can I get you anything to drink?” she asked Ros sweetly. “We have water, coffee, and tea—warm, terrible, and bitter, in that order, but they’ll get you through the day.”

Ros’s eyes widened. “Uh, no, thank you. I’m good,” she said, her cheeks tinged pink.

There were multiple reasons Ellie was the face of the agency. Nick was less fond of this one, but it worked.

“Sure thing, honey,” Ellie said. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

Ros forced her gaze away, which was made less effective when Ellie perched on the edge of the desk next to Nick, demurely rearranging the folds of her pink skirt. He had once watched her chase out an ungracious client with a broom. There was nothing demure about her.

“I’ve never had the mind for science,” Nick said, relinquishing the topic. “I’ve always been more of a history man myself.”

Ros frowned again. “Aren’t detectives supposed to be analytical? And do forensics and stuff?”

“I never said I was a good detective.”

Ellie turned away to politely cough into her arm. Nick resisted the urge to look at her.

Ros relaxed a fraction, amused. “How do you become a detective? Do you just wake up one day and decide you want to solve mysteries?”

“These days, you’re not far off, kid.” Right on the money, in his case. “But that doesn’t make it for the faint of heart.”

“More often than not, it’s a two person job,” Ellie added. “That doesn’t stop Nick from getting out there though.”

Ah. So that was the plan, was it? He sensed her trying to catch his eye. He still didn’t look at her.

“Lot of angry spouses?” Ros asked.

Nick chuckled. “You don’t know the half of it. You’ve never experienced the fury of a jilted lover until you’ve dangled from an old construction crane by your ankles.”

“And that’s supposed to be a selling point?”

“There’s more to the job than that,” Ellie said quickly. “And when someone doesn’t go chasing after a mobster’s husband on their own, that doesn’t happen.” She paused, then amended, “As often.”

Yeah, yeah, Nick got the point. “Nora sent you here for work?” he asked, ignoring his secretary.

“I guess?” Ros said.

“I don’t have any active cases that require a partner at the moment, but I can let you know when I do. There’s just one requirement.” He paused for effect. “This job, first and foremost, is about helping people who need it. All else comes second, caps included. Based on what I saw yesterday, I suspect you wouldn’t mind the work, but those are the terms regardless.”

Ros ran a hand through her hair. “Yeah, I can work with that.”

“Good.” Nick stood up and extended his right hand—his metal hand—across the desk. Ros hesitantly shook it. “Then you’ll hear from me later.”

[Ros leaves; Nick finally addresses Ellie]

“Don’t get too excited,” Nick told her. “This is just to keep an eye on them. They’re not staying.”

“They saved your life.”

“That’s the only reason I’m doing this. Even then I don’t trust her to watch my back.”

“Call it a trial run.”

“You can call it that if you want. It’s temporary.”

“Sure thing, boss,” she said, a title she never used unironically.

[beausling]

˗ˏˋthe inner workings of my brain´ˎ˗

welcome to my blog !!! here you may find things such as; stories and poetry i write, random yapathons, and a fuck ton of reposts of memes or other shit i like, amongst other things.

꩜ writing

i will write for : marvel, the walking dead, greysverse, 911verse, supernatural, screamtv, obx, t70s, 13rw, the society, gilmore girls, the boys, suicideboys, sturniolo triplets, and a few others

most all the fics i write are, or will be, 18+ to some capacity. my blog as a whole is 16+. not everything i’ve written, or will write, will be NSFW, but more likely than not will have mature content/themes, so always check tags and read at your own risk. i have and will often write quite of bit of dead dove. you have been warned.

꩜ MAV NAV

fic masterlist (under construction), poetry masterlist, cai acc

asks are open, but i don’t have any fic or bot req rules atm, so just go scrazy so stupid i guess (but not too crazy).

꩜ my writing history, and style

i’ve been writing pretty much my whole life, as long as i can remember. i started writing fanfics when i was in middle school like most people, but i didn’t get super serious about my writing, as in that i could make it a career, until my freshman year of high school. i’ve been writing poetry for about five or six years now, and i started writing a poetry book in 2022. i also started writing music when i was in middle school, but i’ve stopped quite a few times cause i’ve never thought it was good enough, but i recently got back into it.

basically everything i’ve ever written, be it fics, poetry, or music, are all venting my emotions. i write what i know best, which is trauma. in come many wounded and dead doves.

꩜ about me

i’m a man by many names, but you can call me october/oct, or wren. i’m 19 and my birthday is november 29. i’m okay with any pronouns, but the main prns i use are she/fai/them. i’m queer and genderfluid. my favorite color is green. my favorite season is fall. my favorite holiday is halloween. my favorite animals (in no particular order) are cats, frogs, penguins, hedgehogs, cows, and prairie dogs. my favorite artist is stevie nicks, in and outside of fleetwood mac, and my favorite fleetwood mac song is i’m so afraid (live at warner bros 97’). other than listening to music, playing with my cats, watching shows and movies, and reading+writing, some of my other hobbies are video games (black opps 3 is my fave), smokin tokin, drawing+painting, baking, sfx makeup, decorating my bedroom, collecting little trinkets, and more. i’m an audhder with bpd and insomnia living in michigan, so i’m always awake but sooo eepy and constantly having thoughts and being plagued with visions and such.

꩜ do not follow/interact if you are :

racist, any kind of phobic, etc. basically if you’re bigoted in any way fuck all the way off, you’re under 16 or don’t have your age on your acc or indicate age range, you don’t respect tw or tone tags, you don’t hold your faves accountable, mcyt supporters, w*nce*ties, kieran wilcox + negan smith apologists (but maybeee if you give me valid points), general weirdos

[crowtrobotx]

I know this is out of the blue, but thank you so much for being a real one 👍✨️

Like I have nothing against people who see Heisenberg as a gay man, they’re entitled to think that. But I draw the hard line at people who feel the need to bash others just because their views don't align, and then when confronted use the piss poor "it's just a joke" or "it's just an observation" excuses. If you're going to be a bitch at least have the balls to own up to it.

Anyway, loved your work since 2021 and wishing you all the good vibes. 🤗

Oh my goodness, thank you!!! This is such a kind message and I appreciate you so much. ❤️ Good vibes right back at you. I’m glad that my rantings have resonated with folks because sometimes I wonder if *spongebob voice* I’M the maniac. Getting dragged into this stuff really makes me feel like it sometimes, haha.

Yes! To be clear I also truly do not care what your HC’s are! I love that there are people for whom gay Heisy is their thing and I hope they are having fun and keep making their art/fic/etc! Even if I really can’t stand the popular fanon ship I’m so glad it exists for folks who enjoy it and I am not going to spend my time posting about what I don’t like/agree with when they’re not hurting me and I can spend my time on stuff I do like!

And like. I know. I KNOW a lot of these people are teenagers. And I struggle sometimes because “do not fight literal children” is a rule I try to live by lmao but I also really don’t like seeing people target and mock folks for harmless fun. (It’s on sight if a 25+ year old starts putting this shit in the tags tho. I know they’re out there.)

Still, it’s extremely weird because they always defend themselves with “it’s just a joke/it’s not that deep” or “oh my god no one is stopping you from liking x why are you so pressed 🙄 i can’t believe you’re letting my nasty opinions bother you just because i put them right where you can see them with the intent of insulting you.” 💀💀💀 Like what could possibly be the point of doing this if not to, at the very least, actively try to dissuade people you don’t like from engaging with the community? Obviously no one can stop me but if I know that there are dickbags out there who are going to vaguepost and make fun of me when I do, I don’t care how confident and thick skinned you are (and I am very,) it’s still going to sting!

People are not bothered because they’re disconnected from reality and think they’re really married to a pixel man, they’re upset because life is hard enough and you come into your hobby space to have a good time and then find lame ass idiots infesting it. I also think the whole “ohhh my god why are you so upset he’s/she’s not real!!” is a blatant attempt to discredit the hurt parties by once again insinuating that they are “crazy” which once again conveniently ignores multiple realities, chiefly that 1) most people are not upset by a simple opinion that their fave wouldn’t fuck them IRL, they are upset at the blatant meanness of the person making the accusations and 2) even if they are genuinely hurt by the thought because it’s a coping mechanism for them, why does that make it okay for you target them? What gives you the right to harass and mock people who are not bothering you? Do these people think they’re doing these folks a ‘favor’ by forcing them to contend with what they perceive to be some kind of delusion? Shut the hell up. Why do people decide it is their god given right to hold strangers on the internet accountable for psychological “problems” that they’ve completely made up.

Anyway SORRY I have a serious problem shutting the fuck up lol. I have never been good at phrasing my thoughts in a coherent way especially when I’m grumpy. I am very glad my little circle is full of awesome, open minded and levelheaded folks and not gatekeepers/weirdos (derogatory) who have decided that diversity of opinion in fandom is bad actually and that women and femmes specifically are enemy number one.

[lokissweater]

-OMG!!! I’m so excited to read this!!!

-They’ve already been dating for TWO YEARS?!!!!

-“The educational system was preventing you from seeing your man “ HAHAHA

-“And make fan edits of you while I wait” GIRL, the way she exposes herself 😂😂

-Not that being an excuse of Y/N about Megumi not supporting her hobbies 😂😂

-“I thought you liked my edits” HAHAHA 😂 That for sure would be me

-“I love you pretty baby, I’ll see you” He’s so sweet!!!!

-Megumi and Y/N’s best friend are so funny!! They’re almost always fighting!

-He got Y/N’s favorite flowers!! That’s so cute!!!

-“That man is an ogre” 😂😂😂

-Not Megumi being angry and jealous at Yuuji and best friend!!

-Jealous Megumi supremacy!!!

-“your best friend yanked your collar again and you screamed as megumi grabbed you and pulled you up against his chest, shielding you away from your lunatic girl friend as she cackled and pointed at megumi” (I imagined the meme of that lady carrying a man and pointing, Gumi would be that woman and Y/N the man that’s being carried)

-“Megumi is a weirdo” Poor Megumi

-“I thought we were best friends Fushiguro” AWWWWWW

-“And not be around idiot insane people anymore” HAHAHA, but low key Megs and Y/N are a bit insane…

-“Your best friend is clinically insane” So is his!

-“Remember when I fucked you in here?” HAHAHA is how he says it so casually to me

-I love it when people describe Megumi with wet hair as a young version of Toji!

-I love it when he calls us “baby”

-“if you put it in my purse i swear to god i’m never letting you see me naked ever again” HAHAHA, he got scared by that!

-“I worry that it’ll bother you eventually” “O won’t. Did your ex-boyfriend make you feel bad about it? is that why?” OMGGGGGG, he just goes straight to the point

-“And then I started paying” I mean, it wouldn’t be so bad if they would done like I pay this night out, you pay the other, or something like that

-“Since I bought you dinner are you gonna buy me this?” Boy, I think that if you’re dating someone it should be like both on the same level, and I hate that he acted like because he did one thing Y/N needs to buy things for him? Like it would be better if they did those things bc they wanted to and not like that

-“What a fucking idiot” We all say in unison

-“i do what i do because i love you… and because you deserve it. and because i’m supposed to.” 🥹: my honest reaction when I read that

-Wait! What if Y/N’s ex knew Hannah and they were friends or something and Hannah knew about him being Y/N’s ex and convinced him to go with her to a basebnak match where he sees Y/N with Megs?? And he just gets angry bc he’s an idiot?! (I’m just thinking he would be idiot enough to do that)

-Megumi is such a savage!!!

-“baby I’m flashing the city, please” HAHAHA, I loved that!!

-OMG THE PICS!!!!!!!!!!

-“Cool baseball man” I LOVE THAT, like she said it before, and just putting it in the teddy bear is just their inside joke!!! I love that!

“Gumi, money is a social construct” I mean, YES.

-OMFG!! I LOVEEEEEEE MARY JANES, actually, I recently bought a red pair! So it makes it feel real!!!

-“Him laughing at you” why is he like that?!! 😂😂

OMG!!! This was super super cute, it made think of Megumi got sweet tooth bc of Gojo bc I imagine him just buying sweet things for (almost) every meal of the day, also Y/N’s isn’t much mentioned but I hate him from the little I know of him!

-🩷

BAHAHAH BRO reader is the realest of the REALEST and will make it known that her mlb man is HAAAWWTTTT !!! 🫦🫦🫦 AND THE DYNAMIC BETWEEN THE GROUP, ESPECIALLY MEGUMI AND READERS BEST FRIEND IS SOOOO FUN FOR ME TO WRITE I DIEEEEE !!!! IM HAPPY TO SEE YOU FIND IT FUNNY HEEEHEEE <3333

AND YES OH MY GOD that’s exactly what i was trying to do 🫦 megumi looking like toji 🫦🫦 MEEEEOOOOWWWWUUHHHH !!!! so scrumptious.

AND OH MY GOD THAT IS SUCH AN INTERESTING IDEA WITH HANA AND Y/N EXXXX I HADNT THOUGHT OF THEM INTERACTING LIKE THAT !!!! and he definitely would be enough of an idiot to try and do something like that bro 😭😭 like pls 😭😭 GTFO

STOOOPPPP I LOVE MARY JANES TOO SO SO MUUUCHHHH THE GASP I GUSPED READING YOU JUST GOT A PAIR !!! I LOOOVEEE THATTTT !!! <3333

and LITERALLY exactly that !!! mlb!megumi has a HUGEEEE sweet tooth because gojo was serving him and his sister sweets and ice cream and cookies for breakfast lunch and dinner growing up 😻😻

I LOOVEEEE YOUUUU I REMEMBER YOU DOING THIS FOR THE PREVIOUS FIC TOO AND I AM ASBOLUTELY FLOOORRREDDDDD AAAHHHHH !!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR READING AND FOR STOPPING BY TO TELL ME YOUR PRECIOUS THOUGHTSSS MY LOVEEE !! 🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️

PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF !! <333 SMOOOCCHHHH !!

[wabatle]

hi emii 

IVE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE BUT SHH

id liked to be matched up please

uhhh for fandom oshi no ko and tbhk (if i can do more than one)

i use she/they pronouns but mainly she/her (and my gender is female)

i don’t mind male or female tbh 😭😭

uhm my personality uhh like i’m outgoing,  an ambivert i like spending time with my friends and i usually try to be nice to everyone although sometimes i fail and either look like a weirdo or a total asshole some personality traits i have are honestly lazy, sort of kindhearted, sometimes i can accidentally be a little manipulative (although i hate it) however im compassionate and sociable and quite honest, rlly loyal to people i like and yh..

i love drawing and making things for my friends, like gifts or food, and one of my main hobby’s is drawing Ocs or playing the piano, someday i want to be a paediatrician and work with kids (stupid classmates called me drake for saying that though 😭😭) things that make me feel negative are when people talk about me, or question things i do, or when someone leaves me out of something it hurts like shit but things that make me feel happy n positive are when my friends are always there for me when i have a panic attack or when they have to deal with my hopeless romantic energy lmao.

My love language is deffo physical affection, honestly i don’t like conveying my feelings with words i like doing little acts of service, making gifts and being able to give physical affection to them, i’d definitely like to receive the same thing, physical affection mainly (touch starved bby) yet i don’t like them giving words of affection to me, it’s just something that i don’t like as it makes me embarrassed.

uhhh let me just think of something random, like they do the little things to show they care about me like stopping me from walking into traffic or holding my hand when i feel upset like ahhhh i love that so much omg 😭😭

tyyy

𓆩⚝𓆪 — @sillynene-13's Oshi no Ko and TBHK matchup~!

𓆩⚝𓆪 — A/N: Hey pookie!!! Ofc you can do more than one!! I put a lot of thought into these, like. A lot. Idk why 😭😭 I work hard for my pookster 😼😼

𓆩⚝𓆪 — I think your Oshi no Ko soulmate is...

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Akane Kurokawa!

I feel like you match each other's energy so well ngl...

Akane understands that you can come across as manipulative and she knows you don't mean to, so she always tells you.

She doesn't mind your physical affection. Although she herself may prefer words of affirmation (idk i just feel like she would), she doesn't mind and actually quite likes it!

Akane knows perfectly well how horrible panic attacks and depression can be, so she always, always has your back during it. Whatever you need, she'll be that for you.

If hand holding is what you like then she'll gladly hold your hand anywhere you go!

Akane also makes sure you always feel included and would feel bad herself if you were left out.

If you're trying to be nice, she can tell and if you're having a hard time conveying it she'll gladly help you.

Honestly, you guys make such a healthy relationship. You're both honest and open with each other, and you enjoy each other's company.

𓆩⚝𓆪 — I think your Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun soulmate is...

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Mitsuba Sousuke!

If you're trying to be nice but you look like an asshole bro will make it known and laugh his ass off

He doesn't mind your physical affection that much you just need to be careful with it. There's certain people who he would be embarrassed to show that to.

He likes that you always listen to him. He feels comfortable around you and feels safe talking to you about anything.

He likes to listen to you play piano. Normally he wouldn't give that kind of stuff the time of day, but he makes an exception because he loves you.

Mitsuba makes sure he's always on your side. Seems like the type of guy to be on your side, even if you're in the wrong.

He knows just how to encourage you. If you're feeling down because of teasing, he knows exactly what to say. He's very insistent that you follow your dreams.

I hoped you liked it!! Ty for requesting pookie bear!!! I'm sorry Mitsuba's is so short grgrgrgrgrgrrr 😖😖

[mrscorcoran]

One more secret won't hurt / Bunny x reader

Part 1

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Chapter 2: Encounter with the weirdos

Sundays are for walking. Just like Saturdays are for reading and Mondays are for crying. It feels natural, meant to be. The college is surrounded by miles of woods, dissected by dozens of trails in every direction. A dream campus for an avid hiker. If I could, I’d spend my every waking hour exploring every trail, every nook and cranny of this beautiful Vermont wilderness. But trying to be a semi-functional adult that passes all her classes, I decided I’d dedicate only my Sundays to this hobby. Being responsible sucks ass.

But I am nothing in my soul if not responsible. So, on Saturdays, I made my way down to the little library to work on the week’s assignments and papers. Being a literature major means most of my day is spent reading and writing. I enjoy the reading part, but writing can be such a pain in the ass, having to find exactly the right word to describe something, having to come up with a combination of words in an order that’s never been done before or it’s plagiarism, and don’t get me started on writer’s block. Knowing I get to explore a new path the next day is what gets me through these harrowing Saturdays.

So, I make my way to the library, my bag hanging off my shoulder, full of assignments due way too soon, screaming in agony to be completed. It’s 8 a.m. Too early for there to be too many people in the library on a Saturday. It buys me a few hours of reading with no distractions. It’s not like I have issues staying focused, like ADHD or something, I’m just extremely nosey. At least that’s what I tell myself to avoid taking meds.

I find an empty table near a window and sit down. I put on my noise cancelling headphones just in case, pull my copy of Frankenstein out of my bag, and start reading. Of course, I’ve read it a hundred times before, but now that I gotta analyze it for an essay, I find my brain completely blank. What original thought could I possibly have about a 200-year-old book that hasn’t been said before? What could I analyze that hasn’t been analyzed from a hundred different perspectives already? Maybe re-reading it will jiggle a decent idea out of my fried-out brain.

After a few dozen pages and exactly zero ideas, I put the book down and remove my headphones to take a small break. I release a heavy, exhausted sigh and rub my eyes. With my ears free of the headphones, I notice the library is not so quiet anymore. I look up and immediately spot the source of the noise. A few tables away I see a small group of people dressed oddly formal, discussing something in a strange language. Latin, maybe? Greek? Specifically, one of the boys is the source of the commotion. He’s not screaming; in fact, he’s using a regular speaking tone, but in a library that’s pretty much the same thing.  The others reply to his arguments in whispers, but this does not make the blond guy speak any lower.

I have seen this group around campus, talking amongst themselves and disappearing into the vine covered building, but I’ve never seen any of them in any of my classes. I haven’t paid too much attention to them, but it’s not hard to notice they are a bit odd.

The redhead seems annoyed, his head buried in a notebook while he aggressively scribbles something down, not paying any attention to the loud discussion happening around him. The only girl sitting with them is very pretty. She’s listening carefully and offering a few words here and there. The guy sitting next to her looks exactly like her but with shorter hair. I assume they’re either twins or it’s a very freaky coincidence. He also seems a bit disinterested in the outcome of the discourse, rolling his eyes a few times at the other boys. The two other dark-haired guys are the most involved, pointing at something in one of the books, and then at some scribbles in a notebook.

But the loud one, the blond guy with the glasses, is the one that caught my eye. I’d say that’s easy to do when you’re being this loud in a quiet place, but it’s not the loudness. He looks so excited, speaking in that gibberish sounding language, his hands moving around wildly, as if he’s trying to prove the most important point ever. He has my full attention. I stare at his lips, trying to make sense of any of the sounds, when I finally catch a few English words.

- “But that would make no sense though! Why would they be sailing to Carthage to attack?” then a few more words in the strange language. “See? It’s the aorist!”

- “Why are you so stubborn? We can just use the locative case, you can remove the epi if you don’t think they’re going to attack, and those who think they will just keep the epi. Problem solved,” said one of the dark-haired boys.

Holy shit. Even in English I have no idea what they’re talking about. Sounds like they’re trying to translate a very complicated text.

I keep staring at them, occasionally glancing down at my book to be less obvious. His energy is so contagious, how are the rest of them not scream-speaking like him? I have no clue what they’re even disagreeing on, but I’m on his side. He almost looks out of place here, like he should be on a pirate ship somewhere, yelling out orders, or maybe on a T.V. ad, trying to sell something outrageous with a surprising success rate, not here in a quiet library, talking about whatever ‘Carthage’ is.

My book is forgotten on the table after a while. It’s not shaping up to be a very productive Saturday after all. When I look down at my watch, I realize it’s almost noon. I see the group packing up their stuff and making their way out of the library, probably to grab some lunch. I should do the same, so I pack my half-read book and my blank notebook into my bag and start resignedly walking to my dorm to get food. I don’t think this Frankenstein paper is going to get written soon. My mind is still on the mysterious group, and the loud guy that seemingly stole more than just a bit of my attention.

[lilies-and-forget-me-nots]

👀 , 🍓 ,💧 <33

muse talking about the mun!

👀 Do the mun and you get along? 

“Of course we do!”

“I think she’s sweet, but she has a very… strange obsession with Vampires. Scratch that, any kind of demon as long as they have fangs and a taste for human blood.”

admin: bitey sexy

“Hah… I wonder if you’ll change your mind if something actually bites you one day. I hope nothing does.”

admin: i like vampires

“Of course you do, Yna. Of course you do.”

“She certainly likes drawing me. I can’t say we get along personality-wise, however.”

admin: you’re sexy but you’re a freak good thing i’m into that tho

“Right. How about you show them the mountains upon mountains of ‘doodles’ you made of me and let them judge who’s the real freak between us?”

admin: okay listen

🍓 What is something you and the mun disagree on? 

“There’s not a lot we disagree on… but recently she’s been having this, well, quote-on-quote ‘Rukimania’. I don’t get it. We used to mutually dislike the guy, but you’re suddenly kicking your feet every time you think of him!”

admin: hear me out,

“No, I’d rather not. That guy is nuts! I don’t want to say it’s something wrong with your own taste in men, but… there's definitely something wrong with your taste in men."

admin: hear me out,

“I think I’m very straightforward to write.”

admin: no u are not

“Is it because our personalities are vastly different? Relatability shouldn’t factor into good writing… you must be an ineffectual writer, then. Why give yourself the mountainous task of writing me when you don’t have the ability to do so? In fact, the fact that you think I'm hard to write compared to miss goody-two-shoes coward over there says a lot about you."

("Why am I getting dragged into this??")

admin: wfkjfhshdfdf

“Wha— are you really enjoying this? You really are a huge weirdo."

💧 How often do you annoy the mun? And with what? 

“I can’t say it ‘annoys’ her, but apparently she always gets secondhand embarrassment when she’s writing me. I don’t get it, what’s so embarrassing about me?”

admin: would you like to read about your first day at the sakamaki manor again

“You wouldn’t fare much better. I was panicking!”

admin: i would simply throw myself into shuu’s arms and call it a day.

“I— you would not get the reaction you’re hoping for if you did that.”

admin: i can fix them

“You know what? I think she annoys me more than I annoy her at times.”

admin: :(

“Wait, are you really getting dejected over that? Um... I don’t really mean it. You’re like my favorite annoying fly!”

admin: ok ill take it

“I would say that my favorite hobby is annoying her—it is, but it’s always a coin toss whether she’d actually get annoyed or find it hot. I’m a little concerned if that’s really her taste.”

admin: i wud not be writing u if i wasn’t enjoying it at least a little

“I can say the worst things about her and she’d just giggle about it. Look: you’re way too plain and unhealthy for vampires to enjoy drinking your blood. Do you really think someone who inhales milk tea like it’s air and rots in bed every time she has free time would be appetizing to vampires? You'd give that little purple freak a run for his money in terms of blood sugar levels. Let’s not get started on your personality. Do you think you’d survive a day with those kinds of men? I bet you’d either lose your mind in less than 24 hours or get yourself killed driving them crazy.”

admin: tell me something new babygrill

“Hm... I think I'm beginning to figure something out. Also, Shuu is the most boring one out of all of them and you’re delusional for thinking that he’s anything more than a good-for-nothing who only gets by because he’s the pretty tortured boy archetype.”

admin: bitch get back here

“Oh, finally. I was beginning to think you actually lost it.”