#stumbling on random beautiful quotes

[noleavestoblow]

The world stays busy out there, hammering itself into softer ground with a flat rock & yet, the sound of wind softly shaking the stars awake.

― Jenny Browne

[leona-hawthorne]

AHHH IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU!!!! OKAY OKAY I WANTED TO BE ONE OF THE FIRST REQUESTS SO....

Can I have book browsing, trope is Friends to Lovers, with Theodore Nott, quotes/scenarios being: “say we’re just friends one more time. i dare you.”

“you’re so cute.” “what?” “i said you look like shit. bye!”

random people thinking you’re a couple when you’re supposed to be just “friends”

I'm so excited girl obviously no rush or obligation to write this but yeah love you

And I might have ideas for at least 2 more for the other two tropes I'm in love with (GrumpyxSunshine and fake dating)

I FEEL LIKE A PROUD MOM!! CONGRATS!!

HIIII I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING BB!!! and you can send in as many requests as you want, i LOVE fake dating 🤭 i haven't written a cute little friends to lovers in a VERY long time so this was so much fun for me, hope you like it :) also i love how i said these were gonna be drabbles and now this is over 2k 🧍🏽‍♀️(ps there was a position that i really struggled to describe so i hope the pic on the left helps you imagine it)

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JUST FRIENDS… book browsing

ミ★ THEODORE NOTT

The smell of old parchment and polished wood filled the little record store in Hogsmeade, the familiar scent settling around you like a cozy blanket. It was one of those shops you and Theo always managed to stumble into, especially on days when you both needed a break from the endless demands of exams and essays. 

Theo was flipping through a stack of records, eyebrows knit in concentration, while you stood beside him, shoulder to shoulder, sharing amused little glances every time he pulled out a particularly dusty one. When he found an album cover featuring a hilariously dramatic wizard band—complete with glittering robes and exaggerated makeup—he held it up for you to see, lips twitching as he tried to hold back a laugh.

"Could be your new look," you teased, nudging him lightly.

He rolled his eyes, but there was a glint of mischief in them. "Think I could pull it off?"

"Not in a million years," you said, grinning, and he chuckled, the sound sweet and warm, and somehow just for you.

Moments later, he glanced at the clock on the wall. "Stay here," he said, brushing a loose strand behind your ear in an almost absent gesture, one that had become so natural you barely noticed it anymore. "I’m leaving and getting us butterbeers before you can insult my taste any further."

Before you could respond, he was off, slipping out of the shop and leaving you alone with the smell of old records and a contented smile you couldn’t quite shake. 

You let your gaze wander across the store, admiring the walls plastered with concert posters and slightly faded album covers. It was then that the shopkeeper—a kind-eyed woman who looked as if she'd seen more than her fair share of young love—caught your attention. She was watching you with a soft, approving smile, and before you could say anything, she leaned in conspiratorially.

“You two make a beautiful couple, you know,” she said, her voice low but warm, as if she was sharing a delightful little secret.

Your mind stumbled over the words. “Oh! Um,” you stammered, your cheeks warming under her steady, amused gaze. “Actually, we’re not—uh, we’re just friends.”

The woman’s smile widened knowingly, her eyes twinkling. “Sure, sweetheart. Friends. I’ve seen enough ‘friends’ like you two in my day to last me a lifetime.” 

She left you standing there, words caught in your throat, while you tried to brush off the fluttering in your chest, and by the time Theo returned with your butterbeers, you were still blushing furiously, trying to process the shopkeeper's words. Her knowing smile lingered in your mind, making you acutely aware of the way your body seemed to hum in content whenever Theo was near.

“What’s with you?” he asked, handing you your drink.

You hesitated, searching his face for any hint of awareness, but his expression was relaxed, oblivious. “Nothing,” you muttered, taking a sip and forcing yourself to meet his eyes. But the word “couple” echoed in your mind, and for the first time, you weren’t so sure you could ignore it.

You knew she wasn't the only one to have thought you and Theo were dating. You weren't stupid nor oblivious; you'd both known about the rumors floating around Hogwarts. The ones that said you and Theo were boyfriend and girlfriend, the ones that said you were in love with each other, even the ones that said you had to have fucked at least once (which, no, you hadn't!).

Though, you couldn’t blame people for thinking that way. With the way Theo would always brush a strand of hair behind your ear, spoil you with gifts, bury his face in your neck when you hugged, even casually kiss your cheek when he bid you goodbye—it made sense people assumed such things. But still, all of it was just platonic, right?

As you sipped your butterbeer, trying to calm the strange mix of emotions swirling inside you, Theo picked up where he'd left off, flipping through records again. His fingers brushed against yours as he handed you another one to examine, and the brief contact sent a jolt of electricity through you.

"You should get this one," he said, pointing to a cover adorned with a dragon riding a broomstick. "It's got some decent tracks."

You took the record, trying to focus on the music instead of the warmth of his hand against yours. "Yeah, maybe," you replied, pretending to study the cover intently.

"Maybe?" Theo repeated, a teasing lilt in his voice. "Come on, don't leave me hanging. You've gotta have an opinion." He leaned in closer, his breath tickling your ear as he spoke, "Besides, I think the dragon looks adorable on that broom."

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the closeness, his warm breath sending tingles across your skin. It took all your willpower not to lean into him, to savor the intimacy of the moment. "Alright, alright," you relented with a chuckle, holding up the record. "I'll take it. For you."

Theo grinned, satisfaction etched on his features. "Excellent choice. Now, let's pay for these and get out of here before you embarrass me further with your doubting of my impeccable taste."

Theo led you to the counter, setting the record upon the counter. The shopkeeper, who had returned to arranging a display of limited edition CDs, looked up and smiled. 

"This looks like a treasure, you two," she said, ringing up the item with practiced efficiency. "The young wizard definitely has good taste."

She nodded towards you, winking, and for a moment, you wondered if she would bring up your earlier exchange. But instead, she wrapped your selection in a brown paper bag and slid it across the counter. "Enjoy!"

Theo reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, dropping a few galleons onto the counter. "Here you go," he said to the shopkeeper, an easy, charismatic smile playing on his lips.

"Wait, Theo," you interjected, reaching for your own purse. "I can pay for myself. You don't need to buy my record."

But Theo waved you off dismissively. "Nah, don't worry about it. Consider it a gift from me to you." He winked playfully, flashing you a crooked grin. "Besides, I'm the one who insisted you get it, remember? It's only fair I foot the bill."

Your heart fluttered traitorously at his words, at the easy affection in his tone. You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through your chest. "Well...thank you then," you managed, ducking your head shyly. "That's really sweet of you."

Theo shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a pleased gleam in his eye. “It’s what I’m here for.”

As you stepped out of the shop and back onto the cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade, Theo draped an arm casually around your shoulders. "So, where to now?" he asked, guiding you down the road. "We could head over to Zonko's, see if they have anything new and ridiculous... And potentially dangerous." 

You hesitated, feeling the weight of Theo's arm around your shoulders, the warmth seeping through your robes. Normally, you'd be all for exploring Zonko's, reveling in their eccentric and often hazardous products. But tonight, everything felt different.

"I don't know, Theo," you mumbled, glancing around at the deepening shadows. "It's getting pretty late. Maybe we should just head back to the castle?"

There was a flicker of disappointment in Theo's eyes, but he nodded understandingly. "Yeah, okay." He gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze before releasing you, then holding out his hand, offering you a way to apparate together. "Ready?" 

You nodded, placing your hand in his. His grip was firm yet gentle, his palm slightly rough against your softer skin. With a twist of his wrist, Theo activated the apparition charm, and suddenly the world blurred around you.

When the colors settled, you found yourself standing in front of the Hogwarts gates, Theo still holding your hand. He let go slowly, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "Made it in one piece," he said, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.

He fell into step beside you as you walked towards the girls' dormitories, his long legs easily keeping pace with your shorter strides. The silence between you was comfortable, the kind that came from years of friendship and shared experiences.

As you approached the door to your dormitory, Theo halted abruptly. 

"Well, until next time, princess," he quipped, giving you a mock salute. "Try not to dream too much about me, hmm?"

A playful smirk danced on his lips, and you couldn't help but return it, your heart skipping a beat at the flirty remark. "I make no promises," you retorted sarcastically, reaching for the doorknob.

Theo chuckled, the sound low and rich. He opened his mouth, seemed to ponder something for a moment, then spoke with exaggerated gravity, “I must bid you adieu, my trusty companion! Until the morrow!" 

He clasped his hands together dramatically, as if holding an invisible cane, complete with an imaginary top hat on his head.

Your laughter bubbled up unexpectedly, a sudden burst of joy at his antics. "You're so cute," you managed to gasp out between giggles, still grinning widely.

Theo froze mid-dramatic pose, his eyes widening. "What?" he sputtered.

Before he could react further, you added hastily, "Uh, I said you look like shit. Bye!" With that, you yanked open the dormitory door and practically dove inside, slamming it shut behind you.

The next day, you somehow found yourself in his room. You'd contemplated avoiding him altogether until you figured out your feelings, but who were you kidding? You could never say no to him when he asked you to hang out.

Theo sat by the windowsill, staring out at the sprawling grounds below. The setting sunlight cast a warm glow across his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the slight scruff on his chin.

As he lost himself in thought, he became vaguely aware of movement from the corner of his eye. Glancing over, he stared at you, sprawled out on his bed flat on your back, a book propped up above your head as you read lazily.

Theo pushed the window open wider, allowing the evening breeze to carry in the scent of damp earth and rain. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, taking a slow drag as he gazed out at the sky. He exhaled slowly, watching the wisps dissipate into the evening air.

As you paused your reading for a moment, your gaze drifted over to Theo's silhouette by the window, the glow of his cigarette bright against the dim light. A familiar annoyance stirred within you, and you closed the book with a soft thud.

"Teddy, you know I hate it when you smoke around me," you said, trying to keep your tone light even as you wrinkled your nose in distaste. The acrid smell always lingered, clinging to his clothes and hair. You knew it wasn't fair to nag him, but old habits died hard.

Theo turned to face you fully, blowing out a stream of smoke before flicking the ash onto the windowsill. “I suppose I'm just a terrible friend then, aren't I?” he drawled, though there was no real bite to his words. “But tell me, Y/N, what would you prefer I do instead? Sit here and watch you sprawl across my bed like a lazy house cat all afternoon?”

You remained perfectly still, arms draped by your sides, book forgotten on your stomach. "Sounds like a plan to me," you replied nonchalantly, closing your eyes as if settling in for a nice nap.

The tension in the room seemed to shift, the air growing heavier with unspoken things. You could sense Theo's gaze on you, but you refused to acknowledge it, pretending you hadn't noticed the subtle change in his demeanor. Maybe if you acted like nothing was amiss, he would too.

Theo took another slow drag from his cigarette as he studied your profile, noting the slight furrowing of your brow as you pretended to drift off to sleep. After a moment, he stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray and leaned against the windowsill, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I have a better idea," he said, his voice low and thoughtful. "How about you tell me now why you were acting so weird yesterday when I came back to the record store?"

You felt your cheeks flush slightly at Theo's question, memories of the shopkeeper's words flashing through your mind unbidden. "I don't know what you're talking about," you mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. "I wasn't acting weird."

Even as the denial left your lips, you knew Theo could see right through it. He always had, ever since you'd first met him all those years ago. That uncanny ability to read you like an open book was part of what made him such an incredible friend...and lately, maybe something more.

Theo raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Save it, Y/N. I can practically hear the gears turning in that head of yours from here. Why are you dodging the question? Just tell me what happened."

A deep breath escaped you as you finally surrendered to the truth, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Okay, fine. It was just...that lady behind the counter. When you left to go get us butterbeers, she told me you and I make a beautiful couple... and I guess it shook me a little."

Theo fell silent for a long moment, his gaze searching yours intently. When he spoke, his voice was carefully neutral. "A beautiful couple, huh?" He let out a short, humorless laugh. "And this bothers you because...?"

Still staring up at the ceiling, you felt heat rise to your cheeks as you tried to articulate your feelings. "Because! We're friends! And everyone keeps assuming that... you know. That there's something more between us."

Theo pushed himself away from the window, moving closer to where you lay across his bed. He sat down beside you, his fingers brushing against your arm as he rested his hand on the mattress.

"Well, maybe they're not wrong," he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful. "Maybe there is something more between us."

Your heart began to race as Theo invaded your personal space, the warmth radiating from his body making you suddenly hyperaware of every inch of skin that brushed against yours. You swallowed hard, struggling to maintain a facade of calm.

"Teddy..." you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Don't be ridiculous. It's not... We... We're friends, right?" Even as the words left your mouth, you couldn't help but wonder if they were true anymore.

In a swift motion, Theo leaned down above you, bringing his face mere inches from yours as you lay flat on your back, giving you an upside-down view of his face looming over you. His hands found purchase on the mattress, holding himself aloft without touching you, and in that moment, you could've sworn your heart stopped beating. 

"Say we're just friends one more time," he challenged. "I dare you." 

As Theo's challenge hung heavy in the air, you found yourself unable to speak. Finally, after what felt like ages of silence, you managed to whisper, "I... What are we then, Theo?"

Your voice wavered slightly, betraying your nervousness. But there was something else there too – curiosity, perhaps? Or maybe hope? Whatever it was, it was clear that you weren't going to back down this time.

"More," Theo breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. And then, slowly, tentatively, he closed the remaining distance between you, pressing his lips softly against yours in a gentle, exploratory kiss.

It was chaste, almost innocent—but it sent sparks racing through your veins nonetheless. Your heart hammered wildly in your chest as you returned the kiss, marveling at the way Theo's lips moved against yours with such tender precision. This was new territory for both of you, and yet somehow, it felt so incredibly right.

Theo held the position, hovering above you with his hands gripping the mattress, his nose lightly brushing against your chin. He didn't deepen the kiss or try to pull you closer; instead, he simply lingered, savoring the feeling of your lips meeting his for the very first time.

As Theo pulled away from the kiss, you found yourself staring up at him, wide-eyed and breathless. "Wow, I, um— you—" you stammered, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you.

But before you could finish your sentence, Theo cut you off with a soft chuckle. "Shut up, Y/N," he murmured, his fingers grazing your cheek as he leaned in once more.

[seths-rogens]

cardboard houses, cardboard hearts | M | 1.9k | ao3

should’ve been finishing my infidelity au, but instead the cardboard joe cutout i was given inspired me to crank this out in one sitting,, anyway, please enjoy :)

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Eddie often thanks God that he took the leap and moved to Indianapolis after he finally graduated high school. Not that he really believes in God. Just… figure of speech and all. Though, maybe he’d believe in God if they were a metalhead with tatties and an eyebrow piercing, but he thinks that might ruin their image honestly.

He’s getting off topic.

Eddie often thanks God for Indy in moments like these. Moments where he has a fucking beautiful man pinned to his own front door, strong, thick fingers tangling in his hair as Eddie desperately tries to fit his key into the lock. He shoves his thigh between Pretty Man’s legs - he didn’t catch his name - and presses upwards. Pretty Man whines, grinding down and making it all that more difficult to unlock the goddamn door.

“Hold on, Sweetheart. I just gotta-“ Eddie bites back a groan as Pretty Man kisses down his neck, sucking a bruise over his pulse as the key finally slips into the lock. Chrissy’s never gonna let him live the marks down.

He’s surprised he picked anyone up tonight at all. He’d gone to a concert alone for once, as Chrissy was staying at her new girlfriend’s place, and Gareth and Jeff weren’t the biggest fans of his guilty pleasure artist ‘King S’.

And honestly? In any other world. Eddie wouldn’t be either.

King S isn’t his usual style. Where Eddie usually loves a hard drumline, thrashing guitars and lyrics you can only scream, King S is all soft melodies and crooning vocals set to slow drum beats.

He’d stumbled upon him completely by accident, honestly. It’d been a slow day at the record store Eddie manages. He’d been there for nearly five hours and so far he’d only served maybe three customers - and two of those customers were an old couple shopping for their granddaughter. So he’d picked the first magazine he could reach off the stand by the counter, and flipped it open to a random page.

It’d been an interview with King S, who’d just released his first album at the time. He was talking about his inspiration for making music - his best friend and little brother who, he’s quoted as saying, ‘always ragged on him when he played his pop shit in the car’ - and the meaning behind his stage name - reclaiming an old high school nickname he’d been given after his brief stint as a bit of a mean girl, though now he promises he’s using it for good.

He’d flipped the page to find a double page spread of King S curled up in a bathtub. His eyes were squeezed shut through the lacy masquerade mask that was supposedly his staple (no one knew his real identity after all). His hair was messy and flying all over the place. He was…

He was naked. Or at least that’s how it seemed.

His arms and legs were bare, the black and white photo only emphasising the toned curves of the muscles in his arms and back and the dark hair covering those lush thighs.

Call him obvious but Eddie had been intrigued. He knew they’d received a new shipment of records that morning that weren’t supposed to be hitting the shelves until the next day, so he figured what the hell!

Ten minutes later, elbow deep in a shoddily painted green wooden crate, Eddie emerged victorious with King S’s debut album ‘Robins and Tadpoles’ in his hands.

The album cover was two people’s hands clasped together, matching ice cream cone tattoos on both wrists. There was a little dedication on the back. To R & D.

He took it out to the turntable on the shop floor and dropped the needle. When the soft music started, he was hesitant, but as the album moved on he quickly realised he was hooked.

He’d gone into the shop bright and early the next day - on his day off no less - and bought the album. Only slightly laughing at the look on Mike’s - part time Lit student, part time cashier, full time grump - face.

That had been two years ago, and Eddie had been solidly on the King S train since.

Sure, Gareth and Jeff - and Grant too when he was in town - would tease him about abandoning his people, about betraying the freaks and the weirdos, but really they supported his love for the artist, even if they didn’t quite get it.

So when King S announced a stop in Indy on his second album tour, the guys (and Chrissy) had banded together to get him tickets as an early 26th birthday present. Except when the day came, they were all busy, so he went by himself.

He didn’t mind really, was just happy to be there to appreciate the music. (And the man himself, Eddie has eyes, come on now.)

Elated and feeling just a little self fulfilled after the concert, Eddie had gone to his favourite queer/metal bar, Crash. He’s picked people up there before, sure, but they’ve all been metalheads, just like him, and as many of his friends have said in the past, he’s cursed to have the hots for the preppy jock types.

Usually, that’s not the type of guy he’d find in Crash. Tonight was different.

Eddie had been sat at the bar, thinking about King S’s arms beneath the crimson sweater he wore on stage, when a gorgeous man had stepped up beside him to buy a beer. The man was wearing a dark, charcoal coloured t-shirt under a light grey Members Only jacket, paired with light blue levi’s.

Eddie kinda felt his jaw hit the floor. Could this be the perfect end to the perfect night?

This brings us back to now. Eddie finally pushes the door open, swings Pretty Man around and pushes him back against it.

He drops his keys somewhere. It doesn’t matter. He’ll find them tomorrow.

They’re grinding fast against one another now, only their harsh, panting breaths filling the silence of Eddie’s apartment. Eddie slides his hand into Pretty Man’s hair, tugs on this side of too hard. Pretty Man moans, loud, almost echoing, and tilts his head to the side, baring his neck for Eddie to defile.

Eddie leans in, presses his lips to those two little moles, and—

“What the fuck?”

Eddie pulls back to look at Pretty Man’s face. He’s still, not looking at Eddie, instead staring with wide eyes into the open plan of Eddie’s living room.

Eddie follows his gaze and… Oh. Yeah. He forgot about that.

See the King S tickets hadn’t been Eddie’s only birthday gift. He knew this would come back to bite him in the ass, but his friends thought it was hilarious. Eddie thinks they’re assholes.

Because Pretty Man is staring at a life size cutout of King S, standing by the wall.

Eddie winces, pulls away. This guy might not look like a metalhead, but he was in a metal bar, there’s no way he listens to King S. He’s gotta come up with an explanation for this, and fast.

“Um, yeah… About that… would you believe me if I said I didn’t buy it?” He asks sheepishly, avoiding Pretty Man’s eyes.

“You’re a fan?” Pretty Man asks, except he sounds dejected, which Eddie thinks is weird. And actually? Fuck this guy. He’s allowed to like whatever he wants.

“Yeah, man. What’s wrong with that? Maybe it’s not for everyone but King S actually makes really good music.” He gets more than a little defensive, takes a step back and crosses his arms over his chest.

“No, no… that’s not what I meant.” Pretty Man raises his hands placatingly.

“Then what did you mean?”

Pretty Man sighs, rubs a hand over his face. “Don’t you recognise me?”

Eddie furrows his brow in confusion. “Do I like, know you or something?”

Pretty Man raises his eyes to the ceiling like this is difficult. “Really? Nothing?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t…” Pretty man nods, sighs, and then walks past Eddie further into the apartment. “Hey, you can’t just—“

“How about now?” Pretty Man asks, stopping right next to the cardboard cut out.

Eddie flits his eyes between the man and the cut out, trying to understand what Pretty Man is getting at until he sighs again, pulls down the sleeve of his jacket to reveal…

A tattoo of an ice cream cone, and suddenly it all clicks.

Oh. Oh no. That’s… oh holy ever loving fuck.

“Holy shit!” Eddie exclaims, pointing frantically between Pretty Man and the cardboard. “You’re King S!”

“Yeah. It’s uh, Steve, actually.” Pretty Man, King S, Steve nods, seeming much more shy than he was ten minutes ago. He’s curled his arms around himself, trying to make himself shrink. Eddie feels bad.

“Did you think I was trying to sleep with you because you’re famous?”

“I mean, weren’t you?” Steve won’t meet his eye. Instead he’s staring around the room, taking in all the little details of Eddie’s life.

Eddie takes a step towards him. “No, man. I just thought you were pretty, that’s all.”

“You really didn’t know who I was?” Though he still looks unsure, Steve finally meets his eye.

Eddie shakes his head, coming to a stop in front of Steve. “I didn’t even buy that thing, dude. My friends thought it would be funny because you’re like, the only non-metal artist I listen to.”

Steve smiles at that. He really is so pretty, Eddie can’t help but think. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, man. Heard your first album right after it came out and I was hooked!” Eddie laughs softly. “I used to be a little bit narrow minded when it came to music, but I heard yours and it’s like the world of music blasted wide open.”

A pretty pink blush spreads its way across Steve’s cheeks. “Oh, uh… That’s really cool. I’m glad you like it.”

“I was at your show tonight, actually.”

“You were?”

“Yeah!” He shrugs. “I used to play in a band in high school, we were never very good but I liked to think I had good stage presence, right?” Steve nods and Eddie grins, leaning in a little. “I was nothing compared to you. It was fucking electric, I felt like my skin was buzzing.”

Steve’s smile seems to grow even wider. He sways forward into Eddie’s space, almost unconsciously. “This might be crazy, but do you wanna start over? Forgo the one night stand and just, I don’t know, get coffee or something? I know this cute little 24 hour place, Victoria Street, it’s only a couple blocks away.”

Eddie narrows his eyes a little. “Stevie… barely anyone knows Victoria Street. Are you, dare I say it… local?”

Steve’s cheeks darken even further. “Maybe.”

Eddie laughs. “Then, I’d love to start over. I wanna get to know you as Steve, not King S.”

Steve slips his hand into Eddie’s, tugs him

back towards the door. “God, how much do you know..?”

“I may have read a couple interviews.”

Steve groans, embarrassed, as the door clicks shut behind them.

Then, a few moments later. “Shit! My keys!”

The date goes well. As does the second, and the third, and so on, and so on. They’re officially exclusive by date 7.

Steve meets Chrissy and the boys on date 20. Eddie meets Dustin and Robin, right before date 45.

On date 94, Steve presents his third album to Eddie. There’s a different dedication on the back cover this time.

To E, my love.

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[brf-rumortrackinganon]

How do you know from whose PR articles are coming from? Can’t it be that the publications are just writing them themselves?

Recently, there have been articles about how Kate feels lonely without Meghan. It’s clickbait obviously. The article just talks about how they could’ve been like Diana and Sarah, but then continues to says that Kate has been successful in the rf because of her inner circle. Where do you think this is from?

Also, during the BAFTAs, William asked one of the nominees about her experience filming, saying they must have had fun. It was completely innocent and was said in a politely engaging in a casual conversation kind of way, but the Daily Mail spun it to look like a “gaffe” because the film was about a girl who was raped. I stumbled upon a sussex squaddie’s tiktok talking about it and although the account acknowledges it was a spin, he also says “William must have made some enemies” meaning there must be someone trying to make him look bad. Do you think that’s true? I thought maybe it’s just the dailymail stirring stuff to punish William for keeping himself and Kate away from public eye these days.

Honestly, this is the thing that drives me insane with royal watching. It causes paranoia. And most royal watchers begin to hate on certain royals just because they assume certain narratives are coming from that royal’s pr even though we have no proof.

You sound like you might be new to the analytical side of royal watching. That's okay!

The only reason I mention that is because if you've been a royal-watcher since before Meghan, you would have noticed a very distinct, very obvious shift in how the royals are covered and discussed in the media after Meghan came in (2016/2017). This happened because Meghan had her own PR, strategy, and comms people, Sunshine Sachs and Gina Nelthorpe-Crowne among them, promoting and marketing instead of relying on the BRF or just doing it herself personally as all the other royal girlfriends/married-ins did. And we know Meghan kept her LA team even after moving to London and getting married; it was confirmed in one of the royal books. I think it was Bower's Revenge.

How do you know from whose PR articles are coming from? Can’t it be that the publications are just writing them themselves?

It's in the details. Here are a few.

If the article is talking about apologies or olive branches, it's from the Sussexes. They're the only ones who've demanded apologies and olive branches, ever since the Oprah interview and including in Harry's Spare interviews.

If the article is discussing several members of the royal family but Meghan is listed first, it's her PR. If the article uses titles, it's from the BRF. If the article uses their first names but William and Kate are first, it's just the publication writing.

If the article is about Meghan and it's on a random topic (like that beauty article the other day about her magical hair) or it appears randomly (like when she otherwise hasn't been in the news), it's her PR. Publications aren't going to randomly write about someone unless there's cause, and cause is usually a pay incentive.

Now, People will also take stories from the BRF too, especially and mostly about Kate. Usually any long-form article about Kate that includes "close sources" or "palace insiders" quotes, it's from Kensington Palace/William's PR.

People and US tabloids also regurgitate stories from other media. If you see similar articles with near-identical quotes, that's their own writers, not usually sourced from someone's office.

Everyone also has preferred journalists that they give info to and will seek out for stories. For Meghan, it's Scobie (though she doesn't seem to be talking to her anymore, probably because she's pissed about the Dutch Endgame leaking the names) and Gayle King. For Harry, it's Bryony Gordon. For the BRF, it's usually one of the Richards, sometimes Rebecca English. For Camilla, it's Piers Morgan. (I track some of this in my Timeline series.)

If an article is about Charles and talks about a new idea or a new initiative, it's from his PR. We call them trial balloons - Charles is notorious for using the public reaction to these ideas to decide what to do.

If the piece is overly critical of Kate in comparison to Meghan, it's usually from Meghan's PR. If Meghan's name is listed first, then it's definitely from her PR. If it's bashing the Waleses children or criticizing Kate's parenting, it's from Meghan's side (though she's been very careful lately not to have her name directly connected to those stories).

If the piece is overly critical of the Waleses/Cambridges while simultaneously full of gushing praise for the Sussexes, it's usually Sussex PR.

I don't believe that William/KP briefs against the Sussexes anymore but back when they used to in late 2018/early 2019, you could tell when it was KP speaking versus the publications reporting - e.g., stories about concern for Harry's mental health were William and KP.

There are also key phrases that each principal royal like to use. Like you'll hear "keen" a lot with Kate - that's Kensington Palace speaking. "Olive branch" is Meghan.

There's also a very specific way that the writers refer to insiders/close sources, especially for William/Kensington Palace, but I'm totally blanking on that right now.

There are other ways to tell whose PR has sourced a story. These are just the ones off the top of my head. If anyone else can think of others, please share them!

Recently, there have been articles about how Kate feels lonely without Meghan. It’s clickbait obviously. The article just talks about how they could’ve been like Diana and Sarah, but then continues to says that Kate has been successful in the rf because of her inner circle. Where do you think this is from?

Kate feeling lonely without Meghan is from Meghan-friendly associates. Meghan might be shit when it comes to public service, but she really knows her shit when it comes to PR and media. She knows that for maximum effect, she needs an affiliation to Kate. That's why she wears outfits similar to Kate's. That's why she styles her hair in big bouncy Chelsea blowouts. That's why she tries to be kid-friendly like Kate. She needs Kate for the attention she can't get on her own. Meghan needs Kate. Kate doesn't need Meghan - she's shown us that over and over again.

Anything that connects Meghan to Diana is also from Meghan. There was a whole PR campaign back in 2017/2018 when she was trying to convince Harry's world that she was royal material about how she was just like Diana. So Meghan (and Harry) also uses Diana for the attention boost.

However, anything that mentions Diana and Sarah together, that's not Meghan. Those are from the reporters themselves. Meghan so obsessively wants to be Diana that Sarah is the last person she wants to be associated with or compared to. Meghan thinks she's better than Sarah.

Kate being successful because of her inner circle is KP. Kate herself rarely speaks through PR - she's content to let William and their comms team speak for her. (Which I suspect is one of the reasons why Meghan immediately disliked her; Kate has no interest in using all this fame she has for her personal benefit where you know it's Meghan's dream to be that famous.)

Also, during the BAFTAs, William asked one of the nominees about her experience filming, saying they must have had fun. It was completely innocent and was said in a politely engaging in a casual conversation kind of way, but the Daily Mail spun it to look like a “gaffe” because the film was about a girl who was raped. I stumbled upon a sussex squaddie’s tiktok talking about it and although the account acknowledges it was a spin, he also says “William must have made some enemies” meaning there must be someone trying to make him look bad. Do you think that’s true? I thought maybe it’s just the dailymail stirring stuff to punish William for keeping himself and Kate away from public eye these days.

Nah, it's just the Daily Mail stirring shit up. It goes back to the old adage "if you won't give me the news, you'll be the news." It's not really punishing William so much as using William for clicks, attention, and traffic, which is how digital media makes their money. Everyone does it and everyone understands that to keep their media coverage positive, they need to give the reporters something to write about. It's an unofficial pact that the palace has with the media.

William and Kate do understand this but it's not their priority to do something just for the optics and media coverage. I suspect this approach largely comes from how they were both treated by the media and paparazzi - they both understand that the interest in them is organic due to their positions. It's very 'if you build it they will come' so they don't necessarily worry about media and press coverage the way others in the BRF might.

(I do think they're a little too extreme with how media-averse they are. On the one hand I understand it because maybe they do have legitimate PTSD from how they were treated by the media and they seem to be closer to the Elizabeth/Philip style of monarchy with royal mystique and palace intrigue than the Charles/Diana/Camilla style of royalty and monarchy with transparency and open coverage. But on the other hand, they're public servants living in publicly-funded and publicly-subsidized estates; they need to be pulling their share of the weight and that means needing to be seen by the public on a regular consistent basis doing regular, consistent service. This is a lifetime commitment, not a "in 20 years when I'm King" commitment. Obviously exceptions apply when there are health concerns at hand, like there are now, but they can't alawys lean back on health concerns - not when Charles has cancer and is still seen regularly by the public.)

Honestly, this is the thing that drives me insane with royal watching. It causes paranoia. And most royal watchers begin to hate on certain royals just because they assume certain narratives are coming from that royal’s pr even though we have no proof.

And that's fine! I don't think it's paranoia though - it's more stan culture to me, where the more consumed you are by your favorites, the more obsessive you become about how they're treated by others and covered in the media. At the end of the day, it's all parasocial relationships. The celebrities we favor, pay attention to, follow - they have no idea we exist and they have no idea how consumed by their life we are. Collectively, sure, they get it but individually? No. They have better things to do and they think we have better things to do.

That's why I think it's healthy to take a few steps back, look at everything more objectively, and ask exactly the kind of questions that you're asking.

As for not having proof about certain narratives, to an extent you're correct - no one is going to explicitly come out and take responsibility for saying certain things or causing certain drama. But they have subtle ways of showing their hand and giving us the proof. You just have to know what to look for and, barring that, just wait for the royal books. The books fall on a spectrum with deeply researched and investigated (like Tom Bower) on one side and biased reporting (like Scobie) on the other. If you read more of the 'biased reporter' books, those authors are falling over themselves to defend their sources and when they do that, they throw everyone else under the bus and end up confirming rumors or spoiling someone's PR game.

[atamascolily]

princess tutu re-watch, episode 12

wow, the opening monologue is getting hardcore

love how the rose from last episode has withered, as if we've stumbled into "Beauty and the Beast"

oh my god Tutu had to help Fakir back to his dorm room and he HATES EVERY SECOND OF IT hahhahahaha

cut to Tutu passed out on Mytho's (empty) bed next to him

Fakir: why the fuck are you dressed like this?

Ahiru: Because Tutu isn't technically a student, and if I get caught in here, I can magically ballet myself out of trouble.

Fakir: That is… surprisingly sensible, actually. But don't go around thinking we're friends or anything! I told you I work best alone!

Ahiru: Okay, well, what if we found Mytho together? Just this once?

Fakir: .... No comment.

Rue made a nest in the chapel out of feathers. Mytho is back to being a puppet again.

Rue breaking the fourth wall to address Drosselmeyer directly is HILARIOUS and freaks him the hell out! But she gets him right where it hurts: she offers to tell him the best story, and he is all ears.

(this is where the "Scheherazade" of the title comes from, heh)

are there any official/fan-made maps of Gold Crown Town anywhere?? I'd love to know where all the places are in relation to each other. They seem to visit the pizza place a lot.

I SAW THAT FOND SMILE FLICKER ACROSS YOUR FACE FOR A MOMENT, FAKIR, YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE

oh no, Mytho is evil now. He makes fun of the knight for getting torn to pieces by the raven in the original story.

Fakir: HEY THAT'S THE THING I'M SENSITIVE ABOUT.

oh, that's why Mytho was acting so much like Rue, because it was a crow-puppet Rue was using instead.

Tutu was originally a bit character in the original story, but Ahiru takes the news better than Fakir because she had always seen herself on the sidelines.

Edel: I'm here to be a plot device!

Ahiru: But I love you anyway!

Edel: ... No comment.

Drosselmeyer: I hate it when my puppets develop feelings!

(can you imagine his reaction if all the puppets unionized?)

we hear a random horse neighing and for a moment I thought it was Fakir's as-yet-unnamed horse, but nothing comes of it

Drosselmeyer confirms that he's only using puppets because he can't go directly into the narrative without major consequences.

Bonding time in the catacombs!!

I didn't know ducks could grin so smugly, but Ahiru manages it when she transforms in front of Fakir.

Fakir: OH NOOOOOO SHE KNOWS MY SECRET IDENTITY!!! *barf*

Fakir: "Wait, can ducks drown? No, knowing her, it's possible". (actual quote)

Fakir: Wait, I don't speak duck, please transform--OH SHIT, A NAKED GIRL, I TAKE THAT BACK.

Fakir: Why do you have TWO secret identities, that's so unfair!

Fakir reading the original story to Mytho and him being interested in Tutu's disappearance (and wanting to save her) is so cute!

Rue challenges Tutu to speak her feelings, knowing that's the one thing she cannot do. It's clever and dramatic, I'll give her that. Good thing ballet is all about expressing emotions without words!

Drosselmeyer: Dance, my pretties! Dance for your miserable LIVES!

truly, this episode has everything, by which I mean it's mostly Ahiru and Fakir bouncing off each other for twenty minutes, which is all I really want out of life.

[azuryuu]

💓 ✏️ 💧 💥

Hee hoo

hee hoo hee - here r more cringe lore. he's so fucking cringe you should put him down. you should clown on him. do it. do it for me.

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

coffee. when he drinks too much of it, it gives him heart palpitations. 

any amount of exercise or high impact sports will also get the blood pumping for sure. his heart also tends to race whenever he feels the adrenaline rushing before a test ala pre-exam jitters. or during an exam when he’s not even halfway through the questions yet, but more than half of the exam time has already passed and he has to speed up and pick up his slack or when only 3 minutes are left and yuu has one more paragraph to finish, so yuu has to write at the speed of sound, no time for mistakes. those moments really gets him going.

of course, he loves the adrenaline and the way his heart starts racing when he’s doing something he knows he shouldn’t be doing, messing with someone or stealing something or otherwise committing something foul and villainous and wretched and dastardly. he loves it when he has a close call, when he is so close to being caught in the act, but gets away with it in the end. the best kind of rush making the rewards even more satisfying.

and who can resist the sheer satisfaction he feels when someone he dislikes is floundering, struggling, trying but failing to understand something that yuu understands easily, simply, naturally. when yuu knows that someone he dislikes is wrong about something, and he is only seconds away from correcting them and getting to see them flustered and lose their composure, flapping their chops and stumbling for words to try and retort, failing miserably and embarrassingly.

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

quote:

“isn’t it funny, how you can live so near and never notice.” — not-them, the magnus archives, mag 3: across the street.

“my manipulations were not intricate, but they were far beyond what was expected of a child my age, and i have always believed that the key to manipulating people is to ensure that they always under- or over-estimate you. never reveal your true abilities or plans.” — annabelle cane, the magnus archives, mag 147: weaver.

lyric:

“i, alone, am like a swaying rootless weed./ on this seething, seething loop line,/ there’s none— there’s no terminal stop./ farewell, darling, darling, darling,/ on the endlessly looping loop,/ keep on walking alone miserably, young lady.” — リンネ (rinne)/samsara.

“there is no flower in this world more beautiful than an artificial one./ that’s because everything is manufactured from lies.” — フォニイ/phony.

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

yuu was bullied for as long as he could remember. since the day he could remember, up until the last day of highschool, he was always othered by his peers. in his younger days, for his bizarre mannerism and appearance. in highschool, for his disposition and a title he never asked for. despite being class president, people would isolate him and scribble derogatory insults onto the back of his white uniform shirt or pour an assortment of liquid on him to humiliate him.

classmates would relay all their menial tasks to him, even things that yuu shouldn’t have been doing alone, like cleaning the classroom at the end of the day or carrying stacks of dirty food plates to the bin at the cafeteria, expecting him to simply carry along without a word, not being able to complain because he’s “just doing his task right, oh so great class president.” or fight back because “a real class president shouldn’t mouth off and just do his job right?”. he was only considered class president if it suited the class, otherwise he was more invisible than air, worse than trash.

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

yuu actually has good control over his own emotions, and he doesn’t really fight or repress any of them. he’s experienced and mature, he knows how to identify his emotions and deal with them, so he can parse feelings like sadness and anger and embarrassment or humiliation with relative ease. negative thoughts and misery are things he keeps as company so he’d rarely act out because of them. i suppose more positive emotions are ones he has less experience in? even then, yuu wouldn’t fret over it too much. he’ll accept them graciously. yuu has no trouble accepting praise or love. so, of all of them, i think the one feeling yuu absolutely despise is feeling helpless. not knowing what to do, not knowing how to do something, not knowing. he hates it. he doesn’t like how it makes him feel small and weak and powerless. he doesn’t like how it opens him up to being taunted at and jeered at by others for his shortcomings. it’s something that yuu would seek to rectify as fast as he can, and yuu has already gotten over his struggle of asking for support. he wants to resolve something by himself, but if he needs help he’s going to ask for it.

overall, yuu is very nonchalant. he doesn’t see the point of feeling emotions strongly. superlatives like “love” or “hate” or “jubilation” or “ire” or “attraction” or “revulsion” or “admiration” or “jealousy” are a waste of his time because he doesn’t let himself be affected or bothered by things external to himself, which in turn makes him emotionally resilient. to feel strongly because of other people or by circumstances outside of himself means to be vulnerable to the whims of other people and circumstances, which he frankly couldn’t care less of and are ultimately uncontrollable and unpredictable. but his thoughts and feelings and actions? those are things he can control and those are the things he anchors himself on.

[kayedium-writes]

Ten Lines Tag

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three or more) then share it. Tag others if you want.

I think I was tagged forever ago by @writingpotato07 and @alonelyturtle before I dropped off the grid, and now @mrsmungus - so thank all three of you for the tags!

Leaving an open tag tonight while I try to catch up!

(And I'm stealing this random number generator idea because it is great, so between 1-41 for the works I have on my AO3!)

Fic 33 - On the Boardwalk

“Or maybe Leia has the both of you wrapped around her finger equally,” Ahsoka quipped as she quickly tore off a chunk of Padmé’s funnel cake and leaped away before she could react. His wife’s eyes went wide, her ears turning red, and he couldn’t resist snickering. No one messes with her food. Ahsoka was as good as dead.

Fic 16 - I Can Explain, I Swear

“Hi…” Ahsoka opened the door looking like death warmed over, the hood of her jacket pulled tightly around her face, her nose slightly red and voice full of congestion. “I feel like garbage.”

Fic 5 - Personal Failings

He had failed her.

Fic 41 - Friends of the Bride & Groom - Chapter 3

“Let me take you home,” he blurted out. Was he always like this, or was it a side effect of all the alcohol he’d dumped into his body? “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re drunk, remember?” He looked around, stumbling a bit. Which was all the answer she needed. “Look, you can’t take me home. You can’t even walk a straight line.” “Then let me get you a taxi,” he offered. It was a more rational idea, probably more so than anything else he suggested. “And I can ride with you. I should probably go home myself.”

Fic 32 - You're My Lobster

“Was that a quote from Friends?” Ahsoka snickered from the other room. “God, you’re corny.”

Fic 31 - Dahlia

“I think… You are so beautiful,” he breathed.

Fic 39 - Are We There Yet?

He was rethinking every idea he ever had. Between his twin children rambling on, Ahsoka’s whining from the trunk, and Padmé’s humming to keep herself content... He was gonna lose it by the time they made it to Florida.

Fic 9 - A Snuggle for Your Scare

“Then we won’t be watching anymore of the… Whatever their names are. Jason Myers, Michael Krueger… Hannibal!” “That was insanely pathetic,” he said with a laugh. “Michael Myers was right there, and you didn’t get that one on your own?”

Fic 12 - Countdown to Forever

“Ani!” She strolled over, running a finger along the picture frame. Of all the photos, he’d used her headshot from her time as president of the student government. Soon, she swore to herself, they would replace it with one of them instead. Something current and much more flattering. “You did not have to do this.”

Fic 20 - Love and Basketball

Somehow, without even hearing where the story was going next, she had a pretty good idea of how it ended. Anakin and his damn ego were going to end them all one day if he didn’t learn how to back away from a challenge. She nodded along as he continued feeding her pointless details about the alleged basketball game, drawing diagrams in the air like she could follow anything he was talking about. 

[toastedpopsicle]

what value is a mythological approach to anything?

we evolved mythmaking long before any other sort of rationality and it still resonates incredibly powerfully with us. there's beauty in our capacity to see transcendental patterns in the random chaos of physical reality. to your post-enlightment mind, with the retrospect of thousands of years of human development and a scientific materialist worldview, of course magical thinking is absurd. but like we're just another animal that stumbled into having these huge sprawling minds, and we did relatively all of our evolution completely free of rationalism and scientific materialism.

we're also inextricably locked in our own psyches with only a personal perception of the world outside of ourselves. We can corroborate multiple views into an accepted consensus, and we can use material tools to materially measure things. That's how we've come to this stage of scientific understanding, and there's value in that of course. But like, the material realities of biology or physics or psychology don't devalue the personal mythologies and magical understanding that we're so prone to.

Why can't a plant be a pharmacologically valuable chemical and a divine gift? Rationality and mythmaking don't have to be these diametrically opposed forces. Even from a purely aspiritual humanist perspective is there not a sort of divine beauty in the inter generational exchange of 'this plant matters to me so I will care for it and cultivate it and spread it so it may matter to others'?

the author of that quote is just inviting you to think about the topic from a perspective you may never have considered, or dismissed outright. Everything has implications beyond the simple measurable reality of it, be those philosophical, anthropological, or even spiritual.

sorry for the big long reply I'm not trying to be ranty or argumentative I just think there's a lot of value in thinking about things beyond their simple material existence.

Plants know how to make food and medicine from light and water, and then they give it away.

yeah this is the kind of thing i just cannot connect with. many things we derive from plants are intended to discourage consumption or only have medicinal effects in humans! capsaicin and hallucinogens are defense mechanisms we decided that we actually liked. the author is a biologist so, presumably, she knows this and isn't saying this is true in a literal sense, but i don't get what value there is in using a mythological approach here

[partially-incorrect-enstars]

[noleavestoblow]

"If I lean in, I can hear all the words said in your life, now in a different order. There’s still no love, even though I’ve looked through all the words twice. I go digging in the mass grave of language for the extra loves and I end up bringing loneliness back with me."

― Victoria Chang

[sardonic-the-writer]

Hai! I was wondering if you take requests for Lalo? If you do I was thinking a Lalo x reader x Saul 👀 in the situation where Saul went out to the desert and Lalo met Kim for the first time surprised that Saul could pull someone like her. In this case Lalo gets to intervene with the reader? 😈

i kept this gender neutral since i didn't see myself being able to write feminine reader right now. sorry! hope you still like it :]

You weren't supposed to be here.

You weren't supposed to be imitating a lawyer on the case of Jorge De Guzman. You weren't supposed to be in this chair right now, leg nervously bouncing subconsciously.

You especially weren't supposed to be talking to Lalo Salamanca.

He hadn't said a word since the guard had brought him in. Only eyeballing you as he sat down with a gaze you couldn't read even if you wanted. Really, the only audible sound that had been made was the sound of the heavy metal door locking shut from behind the two of you.

It made you nervous. This whole situation made you nervous. You hadn't seen Jimmy for the past two days, and all you had to go on was a name.

Eduardo Salamanca.

Just hearing about him from Jimmy made you grit your teeth with nerves. You weren't into law like he was, instead opting for a much different profession, but you were pretty sure being offered to pick up seven million in cash for someone currently lying his ass off to get out of jail wasn't typical client/lawyer behavior.

"Uh. Hi."

He just kept staring at you. Expression unmoving.

"So, er, I'm not a lawyer. If you couldn't already tell." You tapped your fingers against your opposite arm in a way to comfort yourself. Something that Lalo picked up on and stored away for later. Not that you would notice his flitting gaze.

"I just want to know where you sent Jimmy. Saul. Mr. McGill. Whoever you know him as."

His eyes were one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. Jimmy's was a cool blue, often reminding you of the calm sea crashing against a sandy shore. You swore you felt like you were drowning every time you looked into them. But Lalo's were much different. Striking. A deep brown, with a few flecks of what could only be described as a honey like color in them. They were as enticing as anything you had ever seen before, while still reminding you of the situation you were in.

"I have no knowledge of what you speak of."

God, even his voice was soft with a bit of bite to it.

You swallowed uncomfortably.

"Please, excuse my french, but cut the bullshit. I know who you are. Really are. Certantly not some 'De Guzman'." Your fingers formed quotes in the air at the last part. Albeit a bit shaken. "I just want to know where you sent my Jimmy. I don't have any other boons to crave with you."

Lalo clenched his jaw. If Saul—er, Jimmy—had been in the room with them at that moment, the lawyer would have a new hole smack dab in the middle of his forhead to spit gum from. Who was he to share that information with some random person? For all Lalo knew you had been picked up randomly off the streets to come and deliver this message.

But he restrained himself. That hypothetical situation didn't seem likely the longer he sat with you. You were already visibly uncomfortable. No need to increase that. It gained him nothing. Besides, it was something else you said that had caught his rapt attention.

"Your Jimmy." Lalo leaned forward, one eyebrow higher on his face than the other with curiosity. He placed his elbows firmly on the table and rested his chin on the top of his folded hands. It wasn't a question—it was a statement. Repeating your own words back for you.

"Did I say that?" You stumbled through your words now. "I mean, I wouldn't nessicarily say he's my Jimmy. I mean, he's everyone's Jimmy. Howard's, Kim's, that guy from the coffee shop—"

Words died in your throat as you realized the man across from you was no longer listening. Instead he had leaned back a significant amount, clearly getting comfortable, in his own goddamn handcuffs, as he laughed.

"Wow! Just wow. He managed to pull you?" A bright smile had since overtaken his face, as well as a hearty chuckle every now and then. "¡Querido Dios! No pensé que tuviera la capacidad de ir tras tal belleza. Moi bein."

With a clearing of your throat you brought his baby browns snapping back to your face. Not the best feeling if you were being honest.

"I feel like I'm missing something here."

"Ah. You wouldn't get it." He waved you off still smiling. It reminded you of the way you would be excluded from a group of your so called friends back in your school days, clearly being the outsider out of all of them amongst inside jokes and playful banter. You pushed that away, not eager to imagine Lalo as a pimple faced teenager mocking you. You couldn't decide if that would make him scarier or not at this point.

"Oh-kay then." Your voice drew each syllable out unnaturally. Lalo started to drift again, seemingly losing motivation in this conversation. He was interested in whether you would scramble to keep his attention or not. How much you really cared for Saul slash Jimmy. He wasn't disappointed when you quickly picked up your speech again.

"Listen I don't really think you or I want me to be here right now. So if you could just tell me where Jimmy is I'll go and it'll be like this never happened. I swear. Besides me and you—" Your hands gestured back and forth over the metal table, pointing to each of you individually. "—can legally keep this a secret without getting in trouble. On account of, uh, law stuff."

Lalo wanted to laugh. It was amusing to him, this whole situation. Clearly you were someone of interest in his play now. Just another card in the deck he had happened to be delt. And an interesting one too if his assumption about that ring on your finger was right. Which was something you had probably forgotten to remove before coming to visit him. The idea of you being in his line of work crossed his mind before it was shattered with a chuckle. You wouldn't last a day.

"Alright. I'll tell you where he is."

You brightened.

"Right after I get my seven million."

And there it was.

"I can't do that, you sent Jimmy to get it." He watched as you grew more upset, just shrugging with an unbothered smile in response. Your expression didn't change in the slightest even as he offered a shrug of his shoulders and a chippy apology.

"Hey! We're done!" That was all Lalo responded to your distress with, standing up and stretching as much as he could. Words of urgency attacked him from behind as he wandered over to the door and rapped on it. But Lalo couldn't be bothered. You were now a card in his hand, yes, but he would have to set you aside for another time.

"Hey. Listen." He turned around as the guard who had escorted him there opened the large large door, facing you. "I'm sure he'll come back. He's got a mouth on him after all. Managed to escape my cousins wrath, and that's a talent on its own." Handcuffs clicked loudly as they were succumbed around his wrists. Lalo temporarily stopped facing you to look over at the guard, telling him to ease up in spanish.

"But. On the off chance the guy doesn't turn up, feel free to call me anytime azúcar."

A wink was just barely tossed your way before Lalo was gone. The only evidence he had even been in the room a strong smell of cologne and pepper. You thought for a minute about how he manged to smell like that while rotting in jail but quickly shook your head to rid yourself of the thought.

That certantly wasn't how you thought today would go. But based on the flush in your cheeks and dryness of your mouth, you didn't have room to complain.

[barnes-lothbrok]

Mermaid Tears - 3

All parts here

Warnings - Fluff, and slight non-con behavior 

As always apologises for grammar, spelling and any mistakes.

Some of the mermaid lore in this is random and yes, that is a the little mermaid quote. Please ask any questions if things don't make sense.

Tags - @youbloodymadgenius ♡

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Kattegat was beautiful in the snow, it remained Nix of the time when she was younger. She had longed to see how humans lived, always admiring them from afar. 

Her mother had spoken of them fondly, how the ones she met were caring and how they were similar to themselves. Instead of a tail, they had two legs and weren't able to breathe below the waves. They used boats to explore the world around them, fire for warmth and used odd man-made caves on land for shelter. 

Nix had always been more interested in the strange creatures than her sisters. Fascinated by the trinkets her mother would return with. 

Even after her mother disappeared and her older sisters told her stories of war, bloodshed, of being hunted and labelled the humans, demons, Nix never understood how a world that made such wonderful things could be so bad. 

A few months after her mother's disappearance, her sisters and herself stayed behind in the cold waters instead of migrating to warmer waters, in the hope that their mother would return. The sun had set and the water on the shore line was frozen but the caves on land were giving off a warm glow as music and laughter filled the air. 

The sand beneath her feet moved and changed, crunching as the snow melted with each step. It caused a sharp tingle on the sole of her foot as the icy air whipped around her. Hugging herself, Nix looked up at the moon and stars before watching thier reflection on the water's surface. She could see the beauty in which her mother described, the ocean, her home, looked very different from on land. 

The warm glow and music called to her as she could wobbly steps towards it. Once closer she hid behind the huts as people walked by, laughing as they hurried by covered in furs. That must be how the humans kept warm, she noted, spotting more in similar attire. 

As the cold night air made her shiver and her fingers turn blue, she noticed a rug hanging over a door. Pulling it slowly towards her as not to be seen she quickly wrapped it around herself and continued towards the Great Hall where most of the magical noise was coming from. 

Peering through the cracks in the wood, she saw people eating, drinking and dancing. Looking down at her own feet she wondered if she'd be able to do the same. Watching the humans move in time with the melody as people around them clapped, she couldn't help but smile and long to join in.

At the centre of the circle was a woman in white with a crown of flowers in her golden hair. 

Her smile was shining as she looked to the man in front of her, his eyes surrounded in black looking at her with a look, Nix could only imagine was love. 

They reminded her of the tale her mother would tell her, of how the sea loved the moon. How their love was a dance. 

Nix was so engrossed in the dancing couple she never noticed someone appear behind her until she felt a hand on her ankle and tugging on the fabric around her. 

Looking down at the man at her feet, she couldn't understand the noises he snarled at her, pointing a knife towards her, gesturing to her up and down. 

As she didn't respond his smirk dropped and his brow frowned as he tilted his head at her. 

"I shouldn't be here" Nix said helplessly, knowing he couldn't understand her "I will go" 

She turned around to walk away but his hand was still on her ankle, causing her to stumble. As her back hit the cold ground, he quickly crawled over her, placed his knife to her throat. His face was so close to hers, Nix could see every detail as she stared up at him. His eyes were an enchanting blue.  

He looked at her in question and Nix shook her head, hoping it was the right thing to do. At first it seemed the wrong answer as his blade pushed hard into her neck before his eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips and the pressure lessened. 

His lips inched dangerously closer to hers. His warm breath fluttered over her cold cheeks but as his lips brushed hers, he suddenly pulled away, throwing himself backwards with strong upper body strength. He pulled himself across the ground, creating distance between them as for a moment he had a look of shock and horror, his icy blue eyes wide. 

Nix got to her feet, looking at the young man, she paused for a moment before hurrying away into the night back to the safety of the ocean. 

Her older sister Nerida, reprimanded her, reminding her of how awful, cruel and monstrous humans could be. That they were only useful for reproducing, for there were no male mermaids. One rule was never to visit the same place again, that had been their mother's mistake. 

Nix, at that moment, still believed humans could be wonderful as she pictured the happy couple and the young man's enchanting eyes. Her faith in them wasn't broken until boats, carrying hordes of demons, hunted and slayed her sisters.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

As her hand began to heal, so did her heart. Although far bigger and far scary, these humans didn't seem so bad compared to her previous captures. These allowed her comfort but never gave her freedom, for the one called Ebony was always by her side. 

Ebony was a foot taller than Nix and often reminded her of Nerida with her raven hair. She helped Nix with everything from dressing, bathing and even helped her learn words to understand the world and language spoken around her. It only took Nix a short while to understand as mermaids were gifted in language. 

Nix grew fond of the ones around her, Helga, an was a kind older woman with golden hair and a sweet smile but her husband Floki always gave Nix an odd look as if not trusting of her. 

It had surprised her to learn that the brothers were considered royalty and that Ivar was king. For in her world there was no royalty, just different family pods, consisting of a mother and her daughters. When she learnt what being a king meant, Nix was even more confused as to why Ivar and his brothers had treated her with such kindness, spoiled her with comfort for they didn't treat their other thralls and captives this way. 

One evening as Nix returned from seeing Helga to have the bandage on her hand removed, she heard yelling from the room she resided in. Cries of pain rang out as a thrall tried to help Ivar remove his braces. 

"Forgive me, my king" he whimpered as Ivar hissed in pain and pulled a knife against him 

"No more mistakes" Ivar gritted his teeth before letting the terrified thrall go, who hurried away.

He sighed, groaning in pain as he lay back to look up at the roof before sitting up quickly sensing someone watching. His face softened as he noticed Nix, standing at the door. 

"Please, don't just stand there, come in" he said softly, offering his hand to her. "I needed a quiet space and Hvitserk is using his room"

Nix approached him cautiously as she accepted his hand. His larger ones gently turned her hand over and inspected the pink scar on her palm from the injury she gained from the shattered glass. "This has healed nicely"

"Yes, Helga is wonderful," Nix smiled as he let her hand go. She moved to kneel before him and help with the braces. 

Ivar moved his leg away and hissed in pain, desperately trying to hide it. "Don't" 

"Let me help you," She offered softly "you have cared for me, allow me to do the same" 

Ivar shook his head and removed her hands from his leg "I am fine. I just need a rest" he moved to stand, trying to cover his pain as he did so. "Hvitserk should be done by now" 

Nix placed a hand on his shoulder to try and stop him "Stay here, this is yours after all. You have been far too kind keeping me here. I can join Ebony" 

Ivar frowned before grabbing her hand again. "You are not a thrall" he said, making Nix frown, if she wasn't like Ebony, what was she? 

"Stay with me" he uttered, his blue eyes looking so vulnerable. The mask he wore so often, cracking before her. Nix had a flash of a memory from long ago. 

His eyes were an enchanting blue.

They lay in silence, heads resting on the pillows as Ivar studied her face, with a sense that he knew her. 

"Can a mermaid's kiss save someone from drowning?" Ivar asked, having asked a few questions about myths already. He felt like a boy again as it helped to distract from the pain. 

"My sister, Nerida said it was true but only in a mermaid true form" Nix shrugged "but I don't know" 

"Is it true, mermaid tears can heal?" He asked, glancing briefly down to his legs and back up to Nix.

"No" she said softly "Mermaids don't cry for there is no sense in crying in water" 

Ivar nodded lost in thought as Nix gently combed a hand over his braids, humming a soft but haunting melody. As she hummed Ivar, felt his mind become light and his pain ease as he against his own will moved closer to her.

As sleep began to take a hold, he shook his head, desperately fighting against the sensation taking over him. "Tell me a tale of your people" He muttered, wanting to learn more from her world, to continue to hear his dear mermaid talk. 

Nix told him the tale of the sea that loved the moon as he drifted into the first restful sleep in his life. 

[kemakoshume]

𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐨𝐛𝐬 – ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

a/n; a “thot job” for men are basically jobs that men who are hoes stereotypically tend to do. so tonight, i’m gonna tell you what “thot job” vibe the jjk boys give me ~ warnings for suggestive-ness, slight nsfw; characters included under the cut: megumi, gojo, nanami, suguru, choso, mahito, and todo as a bonus.

yuuji ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (line cook/bartender) –

that boy gives me the biggest “line cook at a chain restaurant in a college town that’s fucking all the servers and the one hostess that's of age” vibes. when he's not in the back of house cooking up oversalted underpriced food and hitting on all the pretty waitresses that come down to his side of the line, he's in the front of house behind the bar making signature drinks and stealing your girl.

wait, please imagine him behind the grill in a tan cap turned backward in a t-shirt with the sides and sleeves cut out (because fuck kitchen safety apparently) with those super lax fit sweats that always have a towel hanging from the waistband, and you can't ignore those super sexy non-slip sneakers. *yum*

+ he 100% is that guy you fuck as your first time to “get it over with” because he seems nice (and actually is) but he's also your first gut-punch about men because fuck you just saw him leave with your new coworker but he called you beautiful and was so gentle and now he's moved on? ugh.

megumi ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (emt/paramedic) –

megumi... in a paramedic uniform? no wonder he's always getting hit on while he's on the job. drunk college girls that have to ride in the ambulance for alcohol poisoning? in love with him. old ladies on their last leg looking up at him from their gurney? can't believe their eyes. actually trying to force their body to reverse in age by sheer willpower so they can shoot their shot. closeted dudebros with broken arms trying to play the tough guy act? putty in his fucking hands.

he'd go out to his favorite bar after work with his coworkers and try not to make it too terribly obvious that he was taking home the cute little pediatrics nurse that also frequents the bar after her rounds. the next night after that? a radiology tech. then, an anesthesiologist. then, a random girl that just happened to stumble in the bar that night. week after week, until he's accidentally become the community dick all the women in his hospital can't get enough of. absolutely the type to dick you down so good you'd be stuck on stupid for him, having flashbacks about the dick throughout the day type shit. but, he's a fuck once and move on type of guy. he's busy saving lives you know.

nanami ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (college english professor) –

no thoughts, head empty, just waxing poetically about literary greats. he will "quote jane austin, gatekeep, girlboss" his way into some pussy in a heartbeat.

now, he's a professional. he would never intend to sleep with his own students, at least not while they are currently his students, but some just manage to slip through the cracks. only some of them. never the freshmen. is it just him or do they look younger and younger every year? *ick* no no no. he would be a good-natured thot. a man with morals, if you will. if he just had to act on the brewing sexual tension that only really develops during his office hours, juniors and seniors were his only acceptable playthings. TAs were fun to pass around with the philosophy and social work professors too. his colleagues were also fair game, but only the teachers in other departments.

though, that new english professor that moved into the office next door does look like she'd be fun to get to know. maybe he would stop by and introduce himself properly sometime... it couldn't hurt.

gojo ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (club promoter) –

he quite literally slides into the dms as a career, do i need to say more?

if there's an event, he's there. every club worth patronizing in his city, he's been to it, and he's always everyone's favorite person there. "come on babygirl, just come show your pretty face for an hour. I'll buy you a drink, and get you VIP. you can come sit in my section," is his sales pitch. always accompanied by a post on his instagram story of him at a similar event, showing off how pretty he looks in the sea of people taking up space in the background of his photos. he knows better than to actually dm you the picture, he wouldn't want to come off as a creep. but no, you see the post on his story, and ask him if you can bring your girls, and when he says yes you're hooked. rinse and repeat, for every event, every club, weekend after weekend.

every instagram model looking to cement herself as an in-the-know party girl, every cute little college girl who's new in his city and looking for trouble, every young mom looking to add some spice in her life again, on and on and on... he's done them all. the guys too, to be fair. he's an equal opportunity slut. there's plenty of him to go around.

suguru ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (tattoo artist) –

pleasure and pain, that's the constant state of being that suguru geto is always in.

i mean... come on. who's able to resist a hot, long-haired, ARTISTIC gentle, steady-handed, patient, masochist with a pain kink? nobody. that's who. please, if you got tatted by him you'd be walking out of the studio with your thighs clamped closed or you'd be leaking on the floor the entire way out. he's just so... close while he does tattoos. he has to rest his arm on your body, touch you and maneuver your skin this way and that way to make his masterpiece come out flawless on your soft supple skin.

he knows, he fucking KNOWS he's irresistible. he rides a Harley and he just went up a size in his gauges and he has a fresh tattoo healing on his mid-thigh and his hair is up in a loose bun. he could get whoever the fuck he wants and the cocky fucker doesn't even have the decency to pretend that he couldn't. he doesn't shy away when you flirt, he doesn't avoid your gaze when you look down at him from where you're laid still on his tattoo table. he's a walking canvas filled with the most beautiful art you've ever seen. he's a walking magnet for pussy also, who can blame him?

choso ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (barber) –

speaking of long hair... y'all know those super hot alternative style barbers that have long hair but are actually super talented barbers? yeah, that's choso. don't let the space buns fool you, he can do a fade like a pro. watch out though. he would 100% give your boyfriend a lineup in the afternoon and still slide in your dms after hours.

there's nothing else to say. he's hot and his job is to make other men look hot. there's a lot of power in that. it's also a tiring job, so he goes out on the weekends after he's cleaned his clippers and swept up his station and then he's free. free to go get into whatever the fuck he wants now that he's away from the constant flow of men that come into his shop. getting a pretty girl to come fill his bed for the night is even easier than doing a low fade.

mahito ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (amazon warehouse worker/drug dealer) –

anyone who voluntarily works for amazon has slim to no will to live. he'll fuck whoever he wants whenever he wants because life is too god damn short. the pay at his job is also kinda shit for how tired his body always is, so he deals on the side. he frequents the underground scene all the time anyway, might as well make some money while he's scouring the underbelly of his city.

"want me to smoke you out?" is almost always how he gets 'em. offering to shotgun the weed every time a pretty girl finds herself stuck in his orbit. he's almost always tired and high off his ass, and always ready to find a new girl to keep his cock warm and his mind occupied.

bonus:

todo ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (personal trainer) –

'nuff said. i refuse to elaborate.

[shlutnutt]

Smutty Kai request!

The reader is an alternative girl so like piercings, tattoos and fishnets…the whole nine yards.

She decides to pay a visit to Kai after seeing him at a rally, she’s been on the edge of death multiple times and is in no way afraid of dying. He tries to manipulate her in true Kai fashion but it doesn’t seem to work, he’s more drawn to her than she is to him. She is not afraid of Kai in any way no matter how he threatens her, it turns her on more than anything. He ends up shoving a gun in her face only for her to suck it off.

Rebel

w: dom reader x dom kai, smut, marijuana usage, gun kink, slapping, choking, language usage, etc

requested by: @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul

The man continued to speak, you finding it incredibly difficult to make up the words that fell out of his lips from the thick joint you smoked earlier and the loudness of the crowd. "have a nice day." happened to be the last few set of words you were able to acknowledge, him passing you a tiny white card with a wide sympathetic smile before practically disappearing passed the huge tinted exit doors that resided in the back of the rally. Losing no time you went out of your way to read the card handed to you, it having printed out the stranger's name and address (Kai Anderson, 555 Apple st) accompanied by a bold quote stating "join me. let's take over the world"

You quickly followed your way out to him immediately after reading the card, in attempt of asking him a couple of questions. Just for Kai to be nowhere to be found, as you stood there only being surrounded by empty cars parked neatly in the parking lot.

"shit." you mumbled to yourself, before speeding off in your own car directly to the printed address, sliding the fact that going to an unknown address to meet up with unknown man was practically considered a death trap, but you of course, didn't mind it not one bit.

Soon arriving at your destination you come up against a group of middle aged men guarding the door with rifles in hand and noticeable pistols in their pants.

"hands up slut!"

"and what the fuck are you cosplaying as?"

"probably some shitty pornogaphic emo anime bitch"

"what the hell is up with you whores tgese days?"

"hey nice cheerleader skirt!"

All of their unwanted chattering drove you over the edge, as one of them dropped their weapon, ran over to you and pushed you against a nearby wall, beginning to check if you were armed yourself to clarify your entry.

"hey man check her army combat boots she might have some shit in there." another yelled out, the guy rapidly ordering you to take off your dr. marten's platforms, soon realizing you were good to go.

"what's all this bullshit for? is the president waiting for me in there?" you rhetorically questioned, causing the man infront of you to slap the right side of your face with as much force as he possibly had in him, you instantly slapping him back notwithstanding the fact that there were approximately six other armed men infront of you.

He was quick to pick up the rifle and aiming it right at your throat.

"lower the guns." you heard a familiar voice order, the men all rapidly lowering their guns at their feet in sync, all accepting the demand, replying with a firm "yes, divine ruler."

"what in the.. fuck" you once again mumbled to yourself, as you looked up at the man you've desperately been wanting to meet, him signiling you in.

He was like a king walking around in his kingdom, the black zip-up hoodie he wore slightly toning the firmness of his form accompanied by the black sweats that sagged on him just a bit, and of course the blue half up-half down that suited him delightfully. Although completely lost in his strangely unique beauty, there was nothing that could've easily taken away the curiosity that you felt from the whole scenery. From the random card, his sudden disappearance, the guards (and the fact you were technically harassed by them), to the colored pieces of tape on his fingers, and the overwhelming feeling of being there in general.

"you know its kinda dangerous driving high, right?" kai interrupted your overthinking, him filling up a glass of water and handing it to you, pointing over at a large leather black couch that stood behind you, you taking your time to take a seat. "don't you think your storm troopers are dangerous too? why do they call you 'divine ruler'? and why were they so heavily armed?". He only chuckled to your referral towards his men, heading over to take a seat beside you.

He was noticeably confident, like he owned the world and had everyone bow down to his presence. Well, but of course not everyone, not you at least. You weren't the type to submit to absolutely anyone, as you damn well knew that the idea of bowing to someone was such a pure act of disrespect to yourself, you unwilling of allowing anyone to feel superior over you being a present mental note.

Kai though, feeling like the king himself had such so many sociopathic traits written all over his face, he seemed cold, eyes full of darkness and evil, not one sign of emotion in them, not happy, not sad, not angry, nothing, there was absolutely nothing, like a robot attempting on mimicking its way out to identify as a human.

"you're not drinking the water I gave you." you heard him voice beside you, applying a slight pressure ontop of your netted thigh, you quickly meeting your gaze with his emotionless ones.

"im not really thirsty." you returned a reply, staring blankly into his eyes, just for him to break the eye contact, heading his eyes onto his right lap.

"it was to cool off your high a bit, im not interested in your thirstiness." Kai replied coldly, returning his gaze from yours back to his lap, repeatedly.

You only observed how he allowed all of his weight to sink into the couch, accommodating one of his hands behind his head whilst the other reached in between your thighs to grab the glass of water you've declined. Sipping on it quickly, you watched how a few drops dripped down from his mouth leading on to his chin and finally onto himself.

"Food shouldn't be declined, y/n." you felt anderson suddenly interrupt your thirsty gaze on him, his knowledge on your name making your eyes widen. "how the fuck do you know my name?" you quickly respond to his statement, eyeing how he playfully fidgeted with his locs, purposely ignoring you. "I said how the fuck do you know my name!?" you yelled out this time, producing his playful fidgeting to be replaced by an angry frown.

"who the fuck are you yelling at, little shit!?" he raised his voice back at you, getting up from his comfortable stance to eye you down better.

Mimicking his position now, you got up and stood infront of him, the platform of your martin's reaching up to his height, you two eyeing eachother a few inches away from each others' faces now, his infuriated, and yours stonely calm.

"Im not afraid of you, Kai Anderson."

"You should get to know me, i'll give you a reason to be."

"I doubt it."

"Oh yeah?"

Anderson only smirked to your rebelliousness and unzipped his zip-up all the way down, demonstrating the pistol he had digged deep into his pants, apart from his fitted body. Your eyes only traveled down his form, the gun in his pants, the band of his calvin clein's, and his v-line, all being your favorite combination on a man.

"Was that supposed to scare me?" you allowed your rebelliousness drive him over the edge, as he now choked slammed you onto the couch you stood infront of, pulling out the gun he had digged in his pants, aiming it fiercely onto your face.

You only giggled to his triggered self, causing him to choke you harder now, you feeling your breathing intensify with every breath you took.

"why-y are you bei-ng s-uch an ash-hole?" you stumbled in between your words, the smile not for once leaving your face, as you looked up at the man who hated nothing more than a woman feeling superior, knowing her worth and not taking bullshit from anyone. You now tried fighting back just for Kai to apply more pressure, pressing the gun closer to your face, him breathingly holding the gun and your neck down.

"don't make me fucking kill you, y/n!" he shouted, pushing the gun closer and closer onto your face, as you eyed the gun and him repeatedly, deciding to part your lips, pushing your head closer to the weapon, allowing it to enter your mouth, for you to now deepthroat it fully.

Feeling his hand loosen around your neck you couldn't help but to dampen yourself from the feeling of his bulge growing ontop of you along with his bottom lip slipped in between his teeth, whispering

"i need to know what it feels like to be inside you.."

tags// @divineruler @copy-of-a-cheeto @evanmybeloved @billyhxrgrove @sinnersblood @crssjjh @myriadofcranes @mossybank @the-hotel-cortez

[multiplefandomsblog]

Nagito, Kokichi and Gundham with a s/o who wears a mask

Desc; S/o is insecure of a large scar on her eye, so they cover it with a prosthetic mask. But someone snatches it off their face. >:(

Btw!!! If you have insecurities about past scars, remember that Nagito, Gundham and Kokichi will always love you no matter what! As well as the other characters from danganronpa >:3 remember to love yourself and all your scars, because you are truly beautiful! And you can’t say otherwise! ùwú

Warnings; tw; insults based off looks/scars, cussing, threatening, very very few sexual comments(there’s like 1)

Nagito

You were walking around the beach with Nagito, hand in hand. You two conversed about random topics, though Nagito mostly talked about hope��obviously. As you two talked, you didn’t notice a certain pig-tailed girl make her way towards you. The both of you being too entranced by the other.

As you turned your head to see Hiyoko charging towards you, you were too slow to avoid her gremlin-like hands, Hiyoko was able to snatch your mask off. Your eyes widened in shock at the feeling of your mask being removed, but before you could even feel the air hit your face, Nagito acted quickly. 

He hastily brought you into a hug, gently pressing your face against his shoulder, shielding your scar from view. Personally, Nagito adored your scar, for he loved every part of you.

Despite all his countless compliments and sentiments, he knew how insecure you still were. So he did what he needed to do, for your sake. Feeling a warmth engulf your heart, you teared up at Nagito’s actions. You truly appreciated him.

You stood there in Nagito’s embrace, the embarrassment finally hitting you like a brick shortly after. Oh how you were glad Nagito was there. Nagito curled his arm protectively around your body, “Not cool, Hiyoko-san. What a terrible act of despair.” He shook his head and sighed from disappointment,

“Well it’s okay, your talent isn’t completely wasted. Because you can become a wonderful sacrifice for the other ultimates! Don’t you think?” Nagito spoke with sickly sweet tone, his words becoming louder and more crazed with time. He looked directly into Hiyoko’s panic-stricken irises with his swirled ones as he grinned.

“W-what are you saying? If you’re threatening m-me, I’ll tell the others!” Nagito nodded his head with an inappropriately cheerful smile, “Go ahead! Tell them what you did!” Nagito giggled maniacally, successfully scaring her away. She made a sound of frustration before skittering away like a cockroach. 

Hearing Hiyoko’s footsteps fade away, you slowly relaxed into Nagito’s protective embrace. Nagito slowly calmed down from his previous state as well, relieved that the rat was gone.

He didn’t let go of you until he realized what he was doing, “M-my hope! I’m so sorry, I know you probably didn’t want to hug trash like me-” He tried pulling away but you shoved his body back towards you. “... Thank you.” He let out a small squeak before hesitantly hugging you back. 

He brought his hands up to cup your face, seeing your face properly without your mask. Your eyes widened as you struggled to hide your face from his gaze. But before you could move away he kissed your scar multiple times, leaving you in a daze.

Your face got redder with every kiss he gave you, eventually he stopped right before your lips. “I love every single part of you, especially your scars, so don’t hide them from me.” And he leaned in.

Kokichi

You and Kokichi were playing hide & seek in the school—of course—after an abundant amount of pleading on Kokichi’s side. As soon as you heard Kokichi holler out a, “Ten!”

You started sprinting to the other side of the school; You see, you take hide & seek games very seriously. Well, you decided you’d take hide & seek games seriously ever since Kokichi said that, and I quote, “If you lose, you have to show me your face!”

Why did you take the bet, you ask? Because Kokichi also said, “But if I lose, I’ll wear a maid dress for a week!” And you needed to see him in that dress. So you ran like hell, on your way to the lockers in one of the classrooms. As you ran down the hall, you accidentally bumped into Miu. 

“Hey! Watch it, you piss stained deformed pig!” She yelled out, taking a step back, you looked at her with confusion and anger. “Bitch, excuse-” You cut yourself off as you felt her snatch your mask off your face. “W-what the hell!?”

You yelped as you stumbled back and covered your face with your hand, “Why w-would you do that?” You stuttered out, the vulnerability of your mask off hitting you like a truck. You looked to the ground, not being able to make eye contact with your assaulter, suddenly feeling anxious.

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m sure everyone has wanted to see that gross face beneath your mask! I’d be doing them a favour!” She threw her head back, hysterically laughing at you.

You wanted so bad to knock her off her high horse, but she was still holding on to your mask. Since you’ve become overly comfortable with your mask, you weren’t able to function properly without it.

So all you could utter out was a meek, “J-just give it back.” Because of your focus on your mask, you completely forgot about the hide & seek game. Thus, forgetting that Kokichi was probably trying to find you right now.

“Whaaaaaat~? Iruma-san got to see your face before me? S/o-chaaaaaan, that’s not fair.” You shot your head up, making eye contact with a pair of familiar purple eyes. Before quickly looking back down, too ashamed to reveal your face.

Miu’s eyes darted around the room to find the source of the noise, but she couldn't find where it came from. Then, Miu suddenly tensed up, feeling Kokichi’s tight grip on her shoulder.

“Hey, hey, why don’t I rip out your eyeballs so we can say you never saw anything?” Kokichi dug his fingers into her shoulder, eerily grinning up at her. Miu winced and tried to get away from him. Seeing this, Kokichi giggled, “Nishishi!” before leaning beside her ear, “...You have 5 seconds, whore.”

Kokichi’s grin grew impossibly larger, looking as if the edges of his mouth had been split. A lewd cry came out from Miu’s mouth before she freed herself from the boy’s grip. You both watched as she ran down the hall, clutching her groin. Did... did she get aroused from that?

You looked back down and watched Kokichi’s shoes as they slowly approached you. “Hmmm, my turn! My turn!” Kokichi gripped both your wrists, pulling them away from your face. Flinching away from his gaze, you expected him to make a disgusted face or push you away but instead he said,

“Oh c’mon, you don't even look that bad! Maaaaan, I thought you’d look scary. But instead you just look perfectly fuckable! Bummer.” Kokichi huffed out defeatedly, pretending not to notice your face that was becoming redder and redder with every second. “You can’t say things l-like that so e-easily!”

Kokichi smirked at your flustered state, before putting on an innocent facade, “Hey, why are you so nervous, huh? Is it because you like me?” You perked your head up slightly from his guess in panic, oh shit he knows. “Well? Answer the question, dummy!” He playfully leaned in closer to get a reaction out of you.

He tilted his head underneath yours, trying to get you to make eye contact with him. Not being able to avoid his gaze, you shyly looked at him. He grinned when he saw your eyes lock with his, content that you finally looked at him. You flushed underneath his stare, “Ohhh I see.” He exaggerated,

“So you are in love with me.” Before you could refute, Kokichi pecked you quickly on your lips, disallowing you from saying anything else. “W-wha?” Kokichi cackled to himself before running away, “Nishishi! Start counting, S/o-Chan~!” 

Gundham

 You were in the rocket punch market with Gundham, searching the aisles for freeze dried strawberries. You and Gundham wanted to get his hamsters a treat so they can, ‘rise and become the rulers of the island!‘ as the great prince of darkness said.

You looked through the candy aisle, searching for the dried fruit. While skimming your hand through the various plastic packages, you accidentally brushed your hand against Gundham’s. You both pulled away and flushed from the contact. 

You hid your blushing face in your mask, whilst he hid his in his scarf. You both apologized profusely to each other, “S-sorry! I wasn’t watching my hand and-” “S/o, you must’t apologize! It was me who was at fault.” You two kept bickering back and forth, before ultimately reaching a common ground. ‘It was the package’s fault.’ Hiyoko rolled her eyes at your disgustingly adorable ‘argument’.

You two went back to searching for the treat, stealing small glances from each other. God, you guys acted like an oblivious awkward teen couple. Hiyoko watched your dumbasses act like idiots and got sick of it, she just wanted her goddamn gummy bears.

She groaned before barging into your aisle, “You guys are so annoying! Ugh, can’t you and freak-face just go already?” You winced at the insult, feeling that deep pit of insecurity all over again. 

Hiyoko went up to you and smacked your mask off, “For fuck’s sake, why do you even like this nerd? They’re so ugly!” You scrambled to your knees to pick your mask back up. But before you could, she stepped on it.

You whimpered at the broken material, letting your hair cover your face like a curtain. You slowly stood up with one hand on your face, about to leave as Hiyoko said but Gundham quickly grabbed your wrist. 

He faced Hiyoko with a threatening aura surrounding him, “Puto vos esse molestissimos, vacca stulta.” Hiyoko looked at Gundham with scared confusion, “The fuck? A-are you cursing me?” Gundham looked at Hiyoko dead in the eyes before taking another breath, 

“Faciem durum cacantis habes, futue te ipsum!” Hiyoko slowly backed away, feeling chills run up her spine. “I just wanted some damn gummy bears!” Hiyoko wailed before turning on her heels and out the doors. 

Gundham turned to you, checking if you were okay. But instead, you stepped away from him. You didn’t want him to see your scar, you didn’t want him to think you were ugly. “Wait- I- My mask-” You choked up, feeling a panic attack bubble up from your chest.

Gundham looked at you with concern, it pained him to see you in such distress. Grabbing your shoulders, he spoke to you with a strong, confident voice, “S/o. You are the darkest light in my life, I adore every part of you. Your battle scars, your charisma, you. I love you.”

He moved your hair away from your face, and lightly kissed your scar. “Your scar proves how incredible you are, it proves you’ve fought the demons in hell! And that just makes you even more perfect.”

You smiled when you heard him call you perfect, unsure of when someone last called you that. You continued to cry harder, but instead of in pain, you cried from the overwhelming love you had for this man. 

sorry for taking long! and thank you for requesting :)

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#5

I think at this point it's easier for us to put up a starting XI of injured players than the healthy ones

60 notes • Posted 2021-04-09 12:27:32 GMT

#4

Mutuals Appreciation Post

So, a little warning here: I’m really bad at words! I’ll try to write some stuffs to express to you guys how much I appreciate you all for being here for me this year and keeping me sane during the pandemic, but I’m sorry if I can’t do it as nicely as I’ve seen some of you did :( so here we go..

@manuelmueller - after being a silent reader of your writings for awhile, we finally talked to each other on Tumblr! I really enjoy all of our talks and those little scenarios we made (some of them NEED to make their way to your writings, really XD) and of course to simp together over Bayern and their disastrous yet adorable couple that is Neuller. Thank you for encouraging me especially in writing my own fics, love you <3

@marcquez - my fellow Indonesian Gooner (though we never talk in our native language, ever, I wonder why XD). Thank you for accompanying me in stanning a huge mess of a club that is Arsenal (but as messed up as they are, we know we will always love them). Hope things will be better on 2021, both for you and for them ^^

@coffeebreakcreations - my favorite writing partner! Thanks for letting me dump all my random ideas to you and for helping me get through some stumbling blocks in my writings ^^ you even wrote me a whole eight pages of scenes for a fic that I haven’t finished to this day :’( I’m sorry, I promise I will try to be better this year, and good luck for your AU as well! I know you faced some obstacles yourself but hope things will improve for you this year!

@nikisuele - another Bayern-lover mutual! Thank you for the lovely cover you made me for my fic (also it’s the very thing that made us start talking? XD) and the nice Bernd edit you made, I still have it as the lockscreen on my phone ^^ thanks for stanning over Bayern and especially one certain papa bear with me, hope we’ll still continue to do so this year and you can finish your fic too, I can’t wait to read it in its entirety :)

@butterflyliverpoolkopite - another amazing writing partner, and one I never expected before, since you’re a Liverpool fan, but thanks for talking about stories about me on Tumblr and helping me expand my own AU as well! Hope you can write something out from all those mess we’ve created for the past few months, lmao. Also, goodness, your knowledge about Premier League there really blows me out of water! I wish all the best for your favorite club as well ^^

@thegametheboysandthearsenal - another Gooner mutual! Thank you for sharing your love towards our beautiful yet problematic club with me, and I always look for those pictures on your sideblog after every game ^^ thanks for talking with me continuously even when I’ve made you slept late more than one occasion XD keep going strong!!

@julibrandtt - also an unexpected mutual especially because you love the wrong side of North London ^^ but I can safely say I enjoy our friendly banters regarding our respective club and I’m looking forward for more of it XD I also know how 2020 has been treating you and I wish things will be better for you this year, stay happy and spirited!

@duckysweater - again, a Gooner mutual, and someone I frequently have random banters about anything that happens to pass our minds at the moment ^^ love it though, even if you sometimes confuse me whenever you change your URL name (and it happens every so often lmao). Keep being your awesome self and never change dear!

@cercissis - I love the random photos you posted on your Tumblr, lmao. Though probably we don’t talk every so often, I always enjoy our conversations, whenever it is <3

@spains - fellow Gooner and also a fan of Germany national team ^^ we also don’t talk every so often but you can be sure I’ll always be waiting for a nice chat with you! Wish you luck for college, dear!

And also, for those whom I’ve hardly interacted directly with aside from liking or reblogging their posts, I want you all to know that your presence cheers me up all the same, I always love seeing your posts on my dash and I wish we can talk more this year! So, honorable mentions for @euro2016changedme @thefutureduchessmarie @schwein-ski @elishamanning @magicmartinelli @fabioquartararhoe @petri-cheers @alex-iwobi @once-a-gunner-again @bergkamp @ultragooner89 @goonerkiki @artetass @arsenal-has-me-depressed @marcos-rossi @inlovewithamess @loftuscheeks @katiemccabesbisceps @slightlyconfuseddaydreamertrash @meteora-fc @hectorsbabie @kroosmadrid @andygravitee @moroslavklose @formulawolff @miasanmuller @everybodylovesper @mitchless @russellwestbrook @ermuellert @aboutmanuelneuer @mwnchens @laurenault @wtfbayern @tacas15 @jordanastudies @poulnabrone @campress @mccleans @swiftletinthecloud @mathematical-fussball @vivalachampions and perhaps many others that I can’t mention one by one, I’m sorry!

Happy New Year for you all and hope 2021 treats you better than 2020!

60 notes • Posted 2021-01-01 06:09:08 GMT

#3

I swear our goalkeepers can actually pass as siblings 😂😂😂

61 notes • Posted 2021-10-09 03:35:42 GMT

#2

Mesut's farewell letter for Arsenal 🥲🥲🥲

Farewell, Mesut, all the best for you in Turkey!

74 notes • Posted 2021-01-24 14:25:13 GMT

#1

LEON PLEASE DON'T, DON'T TURN OUR SWEET BABY BAMBI INTO YOUR DISCIPLE YET 😭😭😭

79 notes • Posted 2021-06-21 11:53:10 GMT

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