#that you have no life and no home and nobody

[bambambwi]

High School Romance?

( choi seunghyun x reader )

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At school, you were always the center of attention whether you liked it or not. Your striking looks and family’s influence made sure of that. With your parents owning multiple businesses and funding school events, your name carried weight in every hallway.

Most students adored you, either out of genuine admiration or strategic flattery but not everyone saw you as the golden girl. To some, you were nothing more than a spoiled rich kid who had everything handed to her. They whispered behind your back, assuming your life was effortless, your friendships shallow, and your confidence just arrogance in disguise.

But they didn’t know you. Not really.

Academics, though? That was a different story. Despite your efforts, your grades barely clung to passing. You tried, you really did, but your reputation as a "privileged" student often overshadowed the hours you spent in study halls.

You didn’t have many friends. Sure, there were a few people you talked to here and there but none of them compared to how close you were to Choi Seunghyun. He was the one person who treated you like a person andnot the girl with money. With him, you could laugh, vent, and not worry about living up to some perfect image.

Every project, upcoming test, and school event, you always attended with him. He was always there for you, and you were too. You shared a bond that nobody else could understand, a comfort in knowing that no matter how chaotic things got, you’d have each other to lean on.

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Today was your birthday, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel excited about it. With the upcoming exams looming over you, the day felt more like another thing to stress about rather than something to celebrate. You had your breakfast and left for school without saying a word to your parents. Not even a simple bye. Yes, that was how it went today. 

Once your driver dropped you off at school, you lingered outside for a few minutes, scanning the crowd until your eyes landed on seunghyun. You quickly caught up to him, your footsteps falling in sync as you walked side by side.

"How’s your day going so far, birthday girl?" he asked, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

"Hey, c'mon, the day just started!” you said, tugging your books closer to your chest.

You walked into class and stood by your desk, glancing down at it. A sigh escaped your lips. "Not again.." you muttered, picking up a tissue to wipe away the drawings scrawled across your table. Noticing your struggle, seunghyun gave you a sympathetic look and motioned for you to switch tables. He knew you’d rather avoid cleaning the scribbles off your desk today.

During class, the teacher mentioned the upcoming dance, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, a wave of unenthusiasm washing over you. Every year, you attended the dance with a boy, and each time, it ended in disaster. This time, you made a choice, not to go.

After school, you were walking down the hallway with Seunghyun, casually chatting, when a boy from another class suddenly interrupted you. With a confident smile, he asked if you would go to the dance with him but to his unfortunate luck, you politely declined.

"He was good-looking, I would’ve taken it" seunghyun said, walking at a slower pace beside you.

"These parties always end up in disaster. I’ve made up my mind not to go" you said, crossing your arms as you walked.

seunghyun let out a chuckle. "Is that so?"

You groaned at his response and, hoping to change the subject, asked, "Don't you have training today?"

He obviously noticed your attempt to change the topic, brushing it off with a smirk. "Yes, I do. Already missing me?"

You gasped at his tease, giving him a playful smirk before walking out of the school gate. 

Later at home you were sprawled out on your bed, scrolling through your phone after the intense tutoring session you had just endured. Your mind was still buzzing from the long hours of studying and as you scrolled mindlessly, a message from seunghyun popped up on your screen.

"How’s the brain after that tutoring marathon? Need a break?"

You couldn’t help but smile. Even after everything, seunghyun knew how to lighten the mood.

‘’Meet me outside at the usual spot’’

You immediately sat up, grabbing your jacket and rushing down the stairs, completely ignoring the maid calling out your name in protest. You were determined to meet him, but then, the rain hit suddenly and by the time you reached him, you were completely drenched.

"Ah, you're completely drenched. C’mon now..” he said, moving closer to you and holding his umbrella over both of you.

"Hey, I didn’t know it was going to rain!” you said, not noticing the people behind him.

"I hope you don’t mind that a few of my friends tagged along" he said, a hint of hesitation in his voice. You nodded in response, showing you weren’t bothered by it.

He dragged you into an empty room, the darkness greeting you as you stepped inside.

“seunghyun, what is—"

Before you could finish your sentence, he slipped a party hat onto your head, and his friends entered, holding a cake and singing happy birthday.

You were completely flustered, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture but, as the cake was set down and the laughter filled the room, you couldn’t help but smile. In the end, you ended up having a great time with seunghyun and his friends, the surprise turning into a memory you’d cherish.

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As the days passed, closing in on the dance, seunghyun watched you turn down every boy who asked you to be their date. It stirred an unfamiliar feeling inside him. He tried to brush it off, but the thought of you rejecting them, especially him, kept replaying in his mind. No, I shouldn’t be having these thoughts. She’s my friend. I’m her friend.

It was bothering him more than he expected. His friends started noticing it during training, the way his focus kept drifting, the tension in his movements. They shot him curious glances, sensing something was off, but seunghyun kept brushing it off, not ready to confront what was brewing inside him.

He would linger around his phone, staring at your texts longer than usual, even though you hadn’t messaged. He’d find himself scrolling through old conversations, rereading your words as if they held some deeper meaning he couldn't quite figure out. I really like you but is it worth risking it? Do you even like me back? I cant.

At some point, he ended up breaking down about it alone. He couldn’t help it. He liked you a lot. But he didn’t know what to do. You were the closest thing he had to a true friend, and the thought of ruining that terrified him.

Just a day before the dance, you were in the library, studying alongside him. Out of boredom, you casually asked, "Do you have anyone to go with to the dance?" The question caught him off guard, making him drop his pencil as he paused to think for a moment.

"No, I don’t.” he finally answered, his voice a little quieter than usual.

"You know, since my parents are in charge of this year’s dance, I’m obviously being forced to go.’’ you said, hesitating for a moment. "So, I was wondering..would you go with me instead?"

That one question gave him butterflies. Are you really asking him? Trying to hide his excitement, he replied nonchalantly, “Sure.’’  but deep down, he wanted to jump around in pure joy.

On the night of the dance, seunghyun walked up to your house, adjusting his tie and holding a bouquet of roses. This isn’t a real date... Why did I even bring these? he thought, ringing the doorbell and patiently waiting for someone to answer. The door swung open, and your maid, upon seeing seunghyun, called out for you.

You ran down the staircase, clutching your purse, and as soon as seunghyun saw you, his breath caught. Was it just tonight, or were you somehow even more beautiful today? His eyes were completely focused on you, unable to look away.

You said your goodbyes to the maid, rushing out the door before snapping your fingers to get seunghyun’s attention. Out of embarrassment, he kept his hands behind his back, hiding the bouquet of roses he had bought just for you.

"Aw, seunghyun, you bought me flowers? You’re adorable!"

That compliment made him want to crawl into a corner and hide, his face flushing a deep shade of red.

You took the roses from his hand, smiling as you walked toward the car. As you both got into the car, the drive to the venue was filled with an almost uncomfortable silence, but not an unpleasant one. seunghyun kept glancing at you, his fingers nervously tapping against his leg, while you couldn’t help but admire the roses in your hands.

Once you arrived, you both got out of the car. seunghyun turned to you and held out his hand, offering it with a small, reassuring smile. You hesitated for a moment, then placed your hand in his as you walked toward the entrance, his grip warm and comforting.

Inside, the entire venue was bathed in soft lights and adorned with beautiful decorations. The atmosphere felt magical, a stark contrast to the chaotic dances of previous years.

"Wow... it's completely different from last year's dance" you said, looking around in awe.

seunghyun turned to look at you, ready to respond, but was immediately struck by your beauty. The lights reflected off your features, making your eyes sparkle, and for a moment, he forgot what he was going to say. He quickly turned away, brushing it off with a nervous chuckle, hoping you hadn’t noticed his reaction.

He watched as you walked further in, disappearing into the crowd. seunghyun stood back, observing everyone around him, lost in the music and lights. His focus was interrupted when a woman, holding a drink, approached him.

"Are you seunghyun?" she asked, her eyes scanning him curiously.

Taking a moment to recognize the lady, seunghyun smiled politely. "Ah, you must be y/n’s mother. Nice to meet you" he said, giving a slight bow.

"You look charming today" she said with a smile. "Did you come alone? y/n didn’t tag along?"

"Oh no, I did come with her" he said quickly, hoping not to leave a bad impression on your mom. "She went to get drinks."

Just as he opened his mouth to speak again, a loud scream interrupted him. His heart skipped a beat as he immediately turned toward the source of the sound. His eyes widened in shock as he froze, seeing you drenched in punch. Your mom immediately rushed to the scene, scolding the group responsible for the mess as you ran outside, tears streaming down your face. Without thinking, seunghyun followed you, his heart racing as he tried to catch up.

Grabbing onto your wrist, seunghyun pulled you back, stopping you from running. He gently tugged you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting hug.

"It’s okay" he whispered, his voice soft but steady, "I’ve got you."

"I want to go home" you mumbled, burying your head against his chest.

seunghyun didn’t hesitate. He gently pulled away, unbuttoning his suit jacket and wrapping it around you to keep you warm. "Let’s get you home then" he said softly, his hand resting on your shoulder as he guided you to your car.

He drove you home, walking you all the way to your front door. You stood in front of it, taking off his jacket, ready to hand it back.

"Keep it" he said quietly, his voice soft yet firm.

"But—"

Before you could protest, seunghyun gently cupped your face with one hand, his other hand brushing against yours. He leaned in, giving you a sudden, tender kiss.

"Keep it with you” he whispered after pulling away, his eyes soft and sincere.

You looked at him, confusion evident on your face as you absentmindedly rubbed your thumb over your lips, still lost in the moment.

"I've liked you a lot for some time now" he said, facing away from you, his voice almost hesitant. "And it's becoming impossible to bottle it up."

He took a deep breath, turning back to face you, his eyes soft but vulnerable. "And I totally understand if you don’t feel the same... I won’t bother you."

You stood there, frozen, trying to process what he had just said. The words echoed in your mind, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to blur.

“seunghyun..’’ you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. You stepped closer, your heart pounding in your chest. "I—"

Before you could finish, he turned to leave, a pained expression crossing his face as he took a step back.

"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything’’ he mumbled, his voice breaking.

But you couldn’t let him walk away. Without thinking, you grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.

He turned around, eyes wide with surprise as you stood there, a small, uncertain smile playing on your lips.

"I like you too" you confessed softly, your cheeks flushing with the admission. "I’ve just been too scared to say it."

He let out a chuckle, glancing down at his shoes, clearly trying to hide his relief and the smile tugging at his lips.

"Guess it’s getting late” he said, his voice quieter now as he leaned in just a little closer to you. "I’ll text you?"

You playfully hit him softly in the chest, looking up at him with a mischievous smile. "You better do” you teased, your heart still racing from the moment.

With a final smile, you turned and began walking back toward your door, giving him a playful wave over your shoulder. "Goodnight!”

As the door closed behind you, you leaned against it for a moment, tugging onto his jacket, the warmth of it reminding you of the night. You smiled to yourself, feeling the butterflies flutter in your chest, before heading inside.

[revelboo]

Any chance we could get a part 2 for Silverbolt?

Sure!

Save World Get Girl Pt 2

Silverbolt x Reader

• Screaming, you take off into the woods, a predator in pursuit. You’re obviously no fighter, too small and helpless to defend yourself and every protective instinct he has flares to life. Snarling, he charges after you and sees the predator dive for you, claws catching at the back of your gear and your little feet leave the ground. Kicking and flailing when the predator drops you and lands to attack. And he’s there, denta bared and brandishing his blade. Ready to protect you even though he has no idea what you are, only that you don’t belong.

• That thing trying to eat you looks like a dinosaur which is just impossible. Terrified, you crawl backwards, thinking of all of things you’ve not done yet but wanted to do. Meant to do. And then a new monster is between you and the dinosaur, you don’t even know what you’re looking at. A lupine head, feathers, metal skin, and yellow optics. Definitely a monster. It has a blade in its hand, slashing at the air and snarling at the dinosaur. Your best guess? This thing wants dibs on eating you.

• “Stay down, I’ve got you,” he growls, denta snapping at the predator until it decides to find easier prey. Turning, he vents, somehow not even surprised to see you booking it into the woods and danger. Growling, he chases after you. “Wait! Not that way!” And you just ignore him, running like he’s the one trying to devour you. You’re not very fast at least, reaching out, he snags you by the back of your gear and you screech even louder, kicking.

• Swearing and thrashing to get away, you yelp when your feet leave the ground. And you come face to face with that snout full of pointy denta. And it’s growling at you, the sound rough and guttural, before it looks around. “Look, you don’t want to eat me, I went on a health kick for a while and drank kale smoothies for a year. I probably taste like kale. Nobody likes kale,” you say, aware that you’re babbling and that you can’t stop. So terrified, there’s no mouth to brain filter. But if you hyperventilate, you won’t have to watch it eat you alive.

• Struggling to control your wiggling form, you chirp frantically at him. Upset about being handled if he has to guess. But it’s not like he has any choice. You’re so small and he’s sure if he lets you go you’ll just run off into the jungle again. Carefully hefting you over a shoulder, your chirping becomes more urgent, clearly upset. “Sorry, but I can’t just leave you out here.” Whatever you are, you have no claws or fangs, no weapons. You’re helpless and definitely don’t belong out here. Optimus probably isn’t going to appreciate him bringing you home, but he can’t just leave you. And besides, you got here somehow. You must have a ship and maybe it’s their ticket home. Because he wants to go home so bad.

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[charmolysiz]

head empty just… bassist¡kuroo

bassist¡kuroo who regularly visits the coffee shop you worked in, clad in blank t-shirts and a cocky grin. he certainly did not seem like the type to spend his nights performing in stingy bars, but you were not exactly the picture of someone he would expect to be in the crowd, either. safe to say the both of you were surprised upon meeting eyes, though not an entirely negative phenomenon.

bassist¡kuroo who plays with just a fraction more effort that night, finding his eyes drifting to the sea of people more often than he would like to admit. and every time, without fail, he nearly misses a note when he locks his gaze with yours.

bassist¡kuroo who continues to see you every shift, never bothering to mention the double life you both lead save for implying glances and grins that hold just a bit more wisdom. he just watches you make his drink (which he could care less about, honestly), and wonders how small the world really must be. that or fate, maybe, and he has to refrain from letting himself indulge in such fantasies.

bassist¡kuroo who keeps the receipt containing a scribbled mess that is supposed to be your number in your back pocket all day, and can barely wait to call you the moment he arrives home. his voice is smooth and low and yet somehow nervous as he speaks to you, hoping that he was not fooled.

“kuroo?”

“how many people have you called my name today? be honest.”

definitely him alright.

“only the ones who radiated the energy of a MySpace celebrity from the other line. so, nobody.”

oh, he likes you.

bassist¡kuroo who suspiciously starts asking the band if he could write more songs the more he lets himself love you. he walks with a little more pep in his step, eyes sparkling with more purpose and fondness to not only you but the world that blessed him with your presence. everyone knows; they all see where his eyes linger as he strums the string of his guitar. but they do not comment. they just let him breathe you in, and hope you never disappear from the air.

:: first post on this blog, not my best — i’m half asleep. just love my boy and love the thought of him being a big loser who plays bass ;(

[starstruckchilli]

Billy Batson Fic Idea:

Billy has been in the Justice League for just over a year, as an eleven-year-old parading in an adult’s body.

Unfortunately, in an especially difficult battle he’s forced to reveal his identity to his teammates, and they don’t take it well.

With a little digging from Batman, his foster history and eventually drop from the systems are exposed. Now the entire JLA view him as a pathetic child in need of saving by them.

Superman orders Martian Manhunter to remove all of Billy memories of Captain Marvel so that they can protect him from the “dangers of hero work.” Subsequently, Billy is fostered by Bruce and placed in the Wayne household.

The batfam keep their ‘bat’ secrets from him, and after six months acclimating to the manor, Billy starts keeping his secrets from them.

Clearly, he’s some sort of meta.

Lightening has been arching off his body in, powerful, sporadic bursts whenever his emotions are particularly heightened. As a citizen of Gotham, he’s well aware of the “no meta” rule and fears what Batman (a cool, cryptid vigilante that he’s never seen before no matter how much it feels like he knows him on a personal level) will do to him.

So he tells no one, especially not his foster siblings.

Furthermore, his mind has been messing with him, inserting fragments of memories that he can’t quite place.

He gets especially dizzy around news stations. He swears he can envision Captain Marvel in detail, despite his certainty that he’d never met the hero. The feeling is so powerful though, to the point that he compulsively starts collecting news articles about “the hero that went missing.” He begins unconsciously seeking connects to his former life.

When Billy works out that Bruce Wayne is Batman, and the Batfam work out Billy has magic, it’s already too late.

Cap’s god-like powers have already returned all of his memories.

Billy is overcome with unadulterated fury at the revelation.

Marvel’s powers have been suppressed within Billy for far too long and they excitably respond to these emotions.

Billy confronts Batman, screaming about how they invaded his mind and stripped him of his autonomy. All the while, thunder and lightening rains down upon Gotham, menacingly striking the manor.

He yells at Batman for coercing him into their family in order to fulfil some sort of guilt complex. They basically kidnapped him and kept him as a pet.

They stripped him of his home, his life goals, his morals, and worse of all, his identity.

Every few words, Billy pauses to yell Shazam. The lightening tears apart the manor, setting the south wing aflame.

Nobody can get close to him without being struck by a particularly vengeful beam of light.

“Shazam. You ripped me from my home. Shazam. You kept me like a pet. Shazam. You stripped me of everything I believed in. Shazam.” He booms, voice thunderous and hateful.

The Mightest mortal looks intimidating as he switches forms. His hair whips in the wind and his eyes glow white with electrical rage.

As he turns of fly back to Gotham, Billy swears that he will never stop heroing for Fawcett, and if the JLA tries to interrupt him, he will have no choice but to treat them as enemies.

Bruce is left to rot in his regret and dread as he watches his foster son that he’d come to love fly away. He puts on his cowl and heads up to the Watchtower with a new resolve; to convince the superheroes that Captain Marvel needs to come back to the league.

In the end, more stuff goes down. Dick and Steph and some other family members go to Fawcett to convince Billy to come home. He ignores them. Bruce is wallowing in the Batcave while presenting weekly PowerPoints to the JLA about Captain Marvel’s essentialness.

Eventually they are all united by a big bad. Bruce saves Billy’s life then Captain Marvel saves the day. He accepts his invitation back into the league and starts living with the Wayne’s again. Everyone is happy. Yay.

Lemme know if u think I should write this lol

[taylorsfolkmoredress]

Title: Nobody does it like you do

wc: 1.2k

tags: 18+ MDNI, daddy issues, daddy!hotch, smut, fluff, aaron worships you. religious imagery? maybe??, Hotch x reader, implied age gap (reader is prob in like, early 20s), innocence kink maybe? minor abuse mentions!! lmk if i need to add more i suck at this

summary: loosely based on Daddy Issues by the neighborhood!

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i was listening to daddy issues by the neighborhood and. well. here we are.

feel free to point out typos and stuff!

proofread in the most half-assed, I-have-plans-to-watch-TV-with-my-mom-and-needed-to-finish-up way possible. lmao

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You looked so sweet, sitting at your desk with your hair pulled into a cute butterfly hair clip. Aaron could see the smalls pieces that didn’t quite make it into the metal contraption, and they framed your face in the most graceful way. You wore a soft cream cardigan that covered an adorable, baby pink tank top. You’d paired them with a matching pair of cream slacks that reminded him of what a modern day angel may wear. something sleek and professional, yet that screamed of your soft nature. He could practically feel the comforting energy radiating off of you from the confines of his closed office, though that could also be from the mind-numbingly sweet smile you sent his way through his opened blinds.

Your cheeks were flushed the softest pink and he couldn’t wait for the moment he got you back into his home. It had been two and a half weeks since the last time he’d had the privilege of holding you in his arms, blocking you completely from the horrors of the rest of the world.

Aaron was so lost in thought that he hadn’t even realized you’d begun making your way to his office. It wasn’t until he heard your signature knock, just as delicate as you, that he felt himself break from his thoughts. He called for you to come in, keeping his voice firm and unaffected, though he’d always had a feeling you could see right through every facade of professionalism he forced himself to apply. The second he saw you though, saw how your saccharine smile curled at the edges, your lip dipping beneath your teeth, he was done for. He could no longer hold back the indulgent smile that overtook his normally reserved expression.

You were simply too sweet, too innocent in a way that hardly ever lasted in this profession. You still believed in the good in the world, still believed that everyone started off as wonderful, kind people, and that you could protect that. It made him want to curl himself around you, shield you from the prying eyes of the criminals they fought on a near weekly basis.

“Hi! You were staring. What’s on your mind, handsome?” Your voice pulls at something in his chest, something he’d not discovered until you stepped into his life. He nearly loses himself in the way your lips curl around the sounds as you speak, each syllable dripping like fresh honey. He wanted to taste them.

Instead, he simply leaned back in his chair, patting his lap for you to spread out across his thighs. He gives you a simple answer, one he knows you’ll enjoy. He mentions the museum you’d wanted to visit recently, keeping the spark in your eyes as his most prized possession, and he watches your lips move in excitement as you explain how cool it is. He won’t remember a single word from your impromptu art lesson, but he doesn’t care. It just gives him another opportunity to get lost in your words later.

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You looked angelic in his eyes. You were spread out beneath him, your delicate, white, cotton dress was pushed up to your hips. Your soft, simple panties were soaked, the matching mark on Hotch’s thigh making something possessive rear its head inside his chest. You were the closest to divinity he’s ever been, your hair fanned out in a halo around your head. Every gasp that fell from your lips was a prayer answered, and each tear that followed and slipped down your cheeks, over your pouting, swollen lips, was an angel born. He watched as you created universe after universe as he used every piece of himself to bring you pleasure. Every pull of his sheets was a planet forming, each arch of your back was a star. Worlds were being pulled into creation with his tongue and fingers, and the feeling was more intoxicating than any substance the mortal world around him could concoct.

You shook against him as your orgasm took over, more hot tears streaming down your face, and Aaron had to pull away from your soaked slit to move up your body until he could trace the salty lines of your tears. They tasted like the finest ambrosia, and he needed more, needed to make you shake and scream in pleasure until he’d had his fill of them.

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Aaron had no idea what happened between you and your father. he wondered if it was similar to what happened with his, but he didn’t like thinking of you in that way. He didn’t like imagining your scared cries, or the red marks that would’ve been left behind. He wanted to hunt down any man who may have ever hurt you, but he couldn’t. Instead, he settles for proving himself better than them all.

He makes you lunch each day, knowing that, if given the option, you’d skip eating in favor of being “more productive.” It didn’t matter how many times he took you over his lap for not taking care of yourself, you just wouldn’t do it unless he was there to ensure it. But he didn’t mind at all. He’d take care of you for the rest of his life.

He took you out shopping, watched you try on everything that caught your eye. He carefully tucks each dazzling smile you give him into a chest in his mind, a collection he keeps for days when he feels his worst. He loves watching you spin in your skirts, or when you’d get the shyest look he’s ever seen on your face and ask him what he thought of your outfit.

Hell, he ties your shoes for you when you’re out together. He has you raise your foot so he can reverently balance your heel on his knee, so he can tie each knot with precision and care.

He cares for your things the same way he cares for you. He folds your clothes like they’re spun from fine gold, remembers the name and backstory of every stuffed animal you have, every backstory you came up with and built on in childhood. He learns how you prefer to keep your bedroom organized, a chaos with hidden functions, keeping everything right where you need it.

He’d do anything for you.

There was a time, when he’d only just met you, that he used every ounce of restraint he had to keep himself from you. He didn’t think, at that point, that he’d ever be worthy enough to have you, to claim you as his. He didn’t think he’d ever be the only person to hear how sweet you were in the mornings, stretching your body in a deliciously simple way. He didn’t think this could be anything more than a fantasy, one he felt horrible for when you gave him your soft, secret smiles.

But then you’d pouted up at him one day and asked “What did I do?” and suddenly his resolve had crumbled around him, leaving nothing but your damp eyes in it’s wake, and he was so woefully unprepared he nearly fell to his knees before you in the office. He only barely held himself upright.

He would never directly ask about your past, your childhood. But if you needed someone to take care of you, he was going to be that person for the rest of his life.

[apollo41writes]

I am sick but I came up with this idea and I need it out of my brain so I can finally sleep in peace!

So random prompt I guess. A fake/pretend marriage between Sanji and Zoro, but set in a Bridgerton-like world!

I promise it works! Grab a cup of tea and hear me out.

About Zoro:

First of all, Zoro is a trans male AFAB. But because society still sucks the only place where he can be himself is at home with his sister Perona and his adoptive father Dracule.

Plenty of space to add things about Zoro's backstory as well! Even Kuina as the catalyst of Zoro coming out to his family as trans, and the whole drama of her dying and promising that he would shape his life however he wants.

Zoro obviously loves and respects Mihawk because he did save his life and gave him a home and a family when Zoro lost his (yes, Zoro still keeps the Roronoa family name because they are another influential family or something). But Zoro also hates him, because Mihawk forces Zoro to debut in society like a girl, hoping he would find a husband for his "second daughter". Hopefully a husband that will understand that "Azura" is actually Zoro, and that will not cause a scandal when he realizes that it will be Zoro he will be married to.

Zoro also loves Perona, because once Zoro told her that he was a boy and not a girl, Perona immediately respected his wishes and started referring to him as a male. But Zoro still hates that after that he basically was still forced to participate in Perona's fake tea parties or make believe stories, this time as the prince or, when she was in a particularly grim mood (which is quite often) as the evil guy in one of her overdramatic fantastical scenarios. Also, as soon as Mihawk told them that Zoro was gonna debut as a girl with her deadname, Zoro went back to being Perona's favorite doll to dress up before a ball/party in high society.

(Zoro all dolled up and being the angriest looking wallflower ever is just an image that will be stuck in my brain forever.)

About Sanji:

So picture Sanji, the third heir of the (in)famous Vinsmokes and a man that everyone thought was dead, that suddenly pops up out of nowhere and becomes immediately the most talked about bachelor and the dream match for every meddling mama in high society. After all, they see Sanji as an extremely attractive man with perfect manners, which is absurdly galant with women and has the whole mysterious aura that attracts people like flies. Also, you know, there's the Vinsmokes name and fortune for whatever lucky girl manages to marry him and give him a male heir. (Sanji is still Sanji, so he is still gonna melt and simp over every woman. Which just means that after a while he does get the womanizer/pervert reputation.)

There is obviously a lot of gossiping and speculation about Sanji's past, but nobody knows what actually happened. Most people believe the story Judge spins: Sanji had been lost at sea during a storm while they were traveling on a ship, and that he must have washed ashore somewhere far away. That a kind man found him and took him in, but that Sanji had amnesia and didn't remember anything about his family, so he stayed for years with that man. Judge also kind of spins it to his favor that he told everyone that Sanji died because he wanted to spare the pain to his wife, who was already sick. But when his wife was on her dying bed she made him promise to look for their lost son, and Judge did so to honor his wife, that he says died of a broken heart because of Sanji's supposed death. (Sanji is ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED by this narrative, of course.)

The reality is that Judge disowned him when he was in his early teens (like 11 or 12) for some stupid reason like "you are too sensitive" (idunnow, just Judge being Judge), and tried to kill him by making it look like an incident. So Sanji really almost drowned, but he was saved by Zeff that saw the attempted murder, and decided to take Sanji in as his own child. And everything was alright for a while; Sanji travelled around Europe with Zeff, who was a renowned chef that cooked for rich people and even royalty. Years after that, Judge comes to him with blackmail/a threat: he either comes back to the family and find a good influential girl to marry, or Judge is gonna kill Zeff. Reason for this is that Judge considers his daughter as his own servant, and plans to never let her marry anyone not to squander the family money. His other sons are pieces of shit that think women are only good to be fucked and broken, so they refuse to marry because they want to abuse whores, duel people for petty reasons and get drunk all of the time (still pieces of shit, but of little use to Judge for anything other than running the weapon family business empire). And even when Judge tried to force a marriage to get at least one heir, the poor woman was so severely abused that she killed herself three days after the marriage.

Then Judge found out that Sanji was still alive (maybe from a society paper with a portrait and "his protege" after they got invited to cook for the King) and had him spied on for a while to get some leverage to blackmail him into being his obedient "long lost son" and give him a fucking heir.

Sanji loves Zeff way too much to let anything happen to him, and he decides to sacrifice himself. But he's not a child anymore, and while he's still scared of Judge, he still plans to destroy him once and for all, so he can live peacefully and as he pleases. So he will fake compliance, but will find a way not only to save Jeff, but to ruin the Vinsmokes name once and for all. He just has to carefully move through high society while he does that. While also making sure that he doesn't break a poor woman's heart or ruin her reputation.

Here comes the actual "plot". (I know this post is super long already. Sorry not sorry.)

Judge obviously wants a politically and economically convenient match, so he tries to force Sanji to marry Pudding. And while Sanji thinks that Pudding is perfectly lovely, he also doesn't want to marry her on principle, not only because he wants to disobey Judge, but also because he doesn't like Pudding's family and doesn't want to drag her in all of the familial drama. (Plenty of space for the whole Charlotte family bullshit as well, but I'm not gonna delve into it rn.)

Judge obviously has a whole scheme for trapping him in marrying Pudding (and yes, she is a "willing" part of the scheme). Like, one of those almost fake scandals where the two are found out in a compromising situation and are forced to marry not to ruin the family name bullshit. Which would absolutely work with Sanji since he would never hurt Pudding's reputation.

Everything is ruined by Zoro's abysmal sense of direction. While trying to hide from "Azura's suitors"/getting the fuck out of there, he ruins Judge's carefully planned fake misunderstanding by being the one that accidentally falls into Sanji's lap in a "secluded alcove" and is found out by gossip prone mamas in the compromising situation. Judge isn't happy about it, but still agrees to it because of Zoro's own family name and fortune that will become Sanji's, and the reputation of the Dracule himself which can still be useful to Judge.

Zoro doesn't really care for his own reputation, he almost thinks this is just perfect: if he's ruined nobody will want to marry him and he can live as he pleases. But Mihawk makes it plainly clear that if he does that he will ruin any chance for his sister to have a good match. And Perona is a romantic that hopes for a soulmate to have kids and a happy family with, so Zoro sacrifices himself for her sake.

Sanji thinks that this is just perfect. Judge was played by his own scheming! Now, he just needs to deal with his soon to be wife. She doesn't seem to want the marriage at all, so maybe if he explained the situation she would accept a marriage of convenience, and once Judge is finally dealt with, he can get an annulment for the marriage without ruining Azura's reputation.

After Sanji explains, Zoro is elated: he doesn't actually have to be a wife! And he even admits to Sanji about how he is actually a man and would like to be called Zoro. Sanji is obviously a little bit confused at first, but Zoro kind of implies that he will agree to the farcical marriage only if Sanji treats him like a man, so at the end of the day he agrees that at least in private Zoro can be whoever he wants and Sanji won't bother him.

Obviously Sanji gets rid of all the staff Judge picked for the "happy couple"'s new home, and he replaces them with both people that he trusted from his previous life with Jeff and that will never betray him by spilling his secrets to Judge, and with people picked by Dracule Mihawk's staff that already know about the whole "Zoro, not Azura" thing. Judge doesn't like it, but has to compromise because Mihawk insists that the house (the Roronoa estate maybe) and staff are his gift for the happy couple and he won't budge on it. (Zoro asked for it obviously, and Mihawk agreed since Zoro doesn't ever ask for things and he does feel a bit guilty for forcing Zoro into the marriage.)

After that there is obviously the slow burn of Sanji and Zoro actually falling in love with each other, and probably lots of shenanigans with the rest of the Strawhat crew that are members of high society as well. Or part of the staff, don't know... Not gonna do a deep dive on them as well, but they are there and crazy like always.

My brain is stunk on the idea of Sanji and Zoro riding horses together (with Zoro being dumbstruck by how pretty and carefree Sanji is; also lots of bickering because Zoro almost gets lost in a property he's supposed to know better). Sanji and Zoro having a sparring fencing match (and Sanji is both pissed and turned off when he realizes that Zoro is A BEAST when it comes to fighting and he's absolutely a better swordsman than Sanji); Zoro and Sanji getting super drunk after getting home early from a party (everyone thinks they are rushing home because they are still in the "honeymoon" phase, instead Sanji dragged Zoro home because Zoro was about to punch one of Sanji's brothers after they made fun of Sanji & made inappropriate comments on Perona); Zoro insisting that Sanji let him try smoking (and promptly making a fool of himself by choking on the smoke, while also questioning why the smells if smoke has become so comforting when the taste of tobacco sucks so much). Also Sanji cooking for Zoro until he finds out all of Zoro's favorite dishes (and being appalled by Zoro's lack of decorum when eating something he likes). Literally just these two dorks falling in love in the most domestic way.

Of course at first Sanji is still reluctant to let Zoro do manly things, since he struggles to see Azura as anything other than the lovely lady he transforms into for balls and parties. But slowly things start to change and he gets to know Zoro for real and, "Zoro has such terrible manners! How could he be anything but a man?". He obviously has to deal with the whole "does this mean that I am attracted by a man?" thing as well once he realizes that he doesn't mind being married to Zoro. And then he thinks that he doesn't even mind the idea of calling Zoro his husband and not his wife! Wtf is wrong with him?! And on and on with the crisis.

Zoro isn't doing much better because he never thought he could find marriage such a bearable ordeal. Sure, he constantly bickers with Sanji about almost anything, and he doesn't get the whole "women should be cherished" and all. But Sanji is also respectful of his boundaries and not once has he called Zoro by his deadname in private; rather, he almost slipped and used "Zoro" at parties as well multiple times. Zoro also knows that Sanji finds him attractive when he's all dolled up as Azura for whatever high society event they have to attend. But Zoro is not Azura and doesn't want to pretend he is; so will Sanji ever actually love him as a partner, an equal, a man, or will they just split and go their separate ways when they finally deal with Judge?

And in the meantime they still have to find a way to get Zeff to safety and destroy the Vinsmokes (which, Sanji realizes is quite more complicated that he thought at first, since he actually hopes to save his sister somehow after she shows how much she still cares about Sanji; not his brothers tho, they are still assholes).

The rest of the gang obviously helps Zoro and Sanji (lots of trying to actually get them together as well, since they see the love grow between them).

As for the smutty part, they get there eventually. It's for sure more of a slow burn thing compared to the usual Bridgerton vibe.

And that's all I have. I'm gonna go to sleep. Do with this damn thing whatever you want, cause I sure am NOT gonna write this monster.

[jrwiyuri]

Is any other jrwier actually a bit obsessed with how much of Grefgore has been changed by his forced devotion to Shilo (and likely in some way previously to the Queen) and how little of Grefgore probably exists in him anymore because he’s supposed to be a servant? Or is that just me..?

[elviraaxen]

I'm probably not the first to admit this but goddamn was I a narcissistic prick when I wasn't on stimulants

[lpsgirl109]

I need to know if anyone else understands the feeling of wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone in ways that Sound very romantic but you aren't into them like that. Fantasizing about living with them. Cooking dinner together every night and watching movies, laying together in silence just because one of you is lonely and wanted comfort. If you have to leave the house before they wake up, you'll make yourself breakfast and leave a plate for them in the fridge. When one of you is sick, the other makes soup and brings them their medicine whenever they need it. Getting home late knowing there will be a warm meal waiting for you, and doing the same for them. But you're not attracted to them, and you know you never will be, but you still want that kind of life with them

[charyou-tree]

Buckle up, I have a whole rant locked and loaded about this one:

For people born before that demographic, computers weren't around when they were growing up, so its understandable that they're playing catch-up.

People in that demographic grew up with desktop/laptop computers that worked pretty much the same as you would expect from a general office PC or school computer, so the skills they learned playing/modding games or messaging their friends through a web browser directly translated to useful office skills later. Even basic things like using Word, installing programs, navigating folders, using a keyboard, were all taught implicitly by self-motivated kids messing around with the family computer, and often teaching their friends to play together. I remember the assumption being that kids would always be better at tech than their parents because they were "digital natives" who learned how best to use it young. This may have caused a kind of complacency about teaching kids how to use technology, which I'll come back to later.

For people born after that demographic, we enter the era of smart-devices being most people's primary computing appliance, and the era of "the app". It doesn't make sense for many families to buy a multiple-hundred-dollar minimum PC/laptop when they're probably already paying that much for everybody to have a phone that does "nearly as much".

Through a deliberate effort by major software enterprises, consumers were deliberately kept in the dark about how the software they used actually worked. App stores are walled gardens of proprietary software that can't be modified or even verified that it does what it says. Sure, any toddler can semi-use an ipad, but the trade off is that even skilled users are inherently limited in what they're able to accomplish on such a system. And none of the skills of navigating between game/social media apps on a touchscreen really translate to practical skills that will help in any sort of academic or professional environment.

When I was a TA for undergraduate physics courses, getting the adult students to download and install a piece of free software was like pulling teeth, but it was hardly the student's fault. Half of them were using locked-down chromebooks that defaulted to saving everything somewhere in the cloud, so even getting a file downloaded, much less installed and executable, was made deliberately near-impossible.

Meanwhile, in the ~30, arguably 40 years since Personal Computers have revolutionized home life and office tasks, hardly anywhere have those skills been added to school curricula! We're still operating as though the internet is a neat fad that might pass any day now. Although really, its because schools are barely able to offer what they presently do being chronically starved of funding by a society that doesn't value educating their children.

So, the net result of this is there's a narrow window of people who grew up after computers were affordable but before they became enshittified and deliberately less-capable app-based devices became the default that actually learned non-trivial PC skills en masse.

That's not to say nobody outside that demographic knows anything about computers! My maternal grandfather is 85 and he built his own last 3 PCs! And there are still plenty of kids cooking up their own Minecraft mods with their friends, but the younger-millennial older-gen-z demographic had some unique advantages when it came to learning about technology.

Technological literacy only exists in a very slim age demographic of people born from roughly 1980 to roughly 2007

[da-janela-lateral]

Tsubomi Takane... I really need to write her in several situations but alas, I have to proceed with my studies

[gardening--tools]

🐶.

perhaps the reason this sickness is hanging on is in part due to the fact i have to rescue the puppies from being put outside to sleep at night. they don’t have their second coats yet!!! they can’t be outside at night!!! in winter!!!! it’s sub freezing let’s use our fucking brains!!!

[crimeronan]

walking around this place at night is genuinely so fucking scary. nothing has Ever made me appreciate portland's pedestrian-focused infrastructure like trying to navigate a dirt track beside a busy road (city won't invest in sidewalks in certain areas) while souped-up ford-f150s driven by clearly-drunk white men zoom past me at 50mph.

in a residential zone.

WOW i am. not doing that again.

Take Me Home....

[light-wrath-paradise]

Kinda fucked up how all the people I know are like "Yeah I know what I want in my life. I want to work in X field and I want/don't want a long-term partner who I'm going to marry, I want kids and-"

and I'm there just like 🧍

[pkmoth]

having swap au thoughts. *slaps roof of claus* there's so much mental illness in this guy. im gonna blow up everyone in the room and then myself

[baymaxmuses]

When Rouge mentioned she used to 'sleep in a box', the echidna's features contort into concern. What kind of life did she have before GUN? Before her agent work? Before meeting him, even? Maybe some day, she'll tell him. Until then, he was content just... having new companionship here, in his little home. He'd brought Sonic and Tails here a couple times, but... nobody else had seen this place. Not Amy, not the Chaotix, not Shadow... and until now, not this fluffy little bat now sitting in his lap, either.

Felt strange having a woman in here with him... or heck, having somebody this close to him, period. And they were going to make out? Knuckles wasn't too nuanced on the specifics of romance, but with how Rouge was keeping (almost) complete transparency, he actually, for once, trusted her.

Part of him was waiting for his trust to be broken, but... from how painful it sounded for her when she made that admittance, the majority of him tried to beat that small part back, as it felt wrong to doubt her.

Once she was in his lap, and she mentioned in that sultry tone that she wanted to 'occupy his time', his face started to burn again.

"Yeah? Uh... what uh... what did you have in mind... um... Ru-Ru...?"

Felt awkward not saying her name or just straight up 'bat girl'. The pet name felt... way too foreign, and he wasn't sure how she'd react. He was gonna be mentally smashing his head through the non-existent windows of his bungalow in a moment if it turned out she hated it, or found it too silly.

She followed after Knuckles into his little home running her finger along the wooden structure. Despite looks she could tell he put alot of effort into building his own little place among the ruins. None of the others would ever know what it was like for him, and not even she could begin to imagine it. Alone for who knows how long, and given an impossible task. The Isolation alone must have drove him near mad---She wondered if Sticks and Knuckles would get along. They had alot in common in the way they grew up.

" ... Well it's better then the box i use to sleep in... that's for sure. I'll never cease to be amazed by your and Sticks ingenuity... i couldn't begin to build anything like this... "

She paced around the little room pausing as he explained this more modern devices. Tails was probably just worried about Knuckles and how that isolation might effect him. Sonic? Well who knew what his concern was, but he knew he was a good friend at least most of the time.

Yet his motion to join him got a soft smile out of her as she trace a finger across the top of the TV. Making her way across the room to where Knuckles lay quietly. She tilted her head as if debating just how she was going to curl up next to him ultimately getting a rather mischievous smile. She lay down on top of him her head resting on his chest as she folded her wings behind her and gazed up into his pretty eyes.

" Mmm boredom huh? Well don't worry, i'm sure i find something to occupy your time... can't have my darling knuxie bored now can we... "