#they genuinly keep me up at night

[neon-night]

Whilst gathering images for reference, I was overwhelmed by their cuteness.

They're such cute little idiots I can't.

The way Discord looks at the present at first, you know he thinks it's ugly. But then that immediately doesn't matter to him.

[kaivenom]

This is a silly one but I’ve always found it interesting to see! Maybe the strawhats (platonic) with a very self-sacrificing reader? Like they don’t notice how genuinly bad it is until a big ultimatum where the reader happily just goes in head first to die for them knowing there’s no hope of saving them (but the strawhats do save them and now they all are kinda realising that maybe the reader isn’t just a bit of a reckless idiot)

I would have requested the dilfs for this but they fit more also LOVE all your writings and LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE the dilf content . Hope you’re having a good day!

The strawhats crew with a self-sacrificing!reader

Masterlist

You are on the nursery room of the ship and can hear all the yells on the deck.

You can't hear the words but you can sense that they are angry. You start to feel sad because they are angry at you.

Then Chopper came back and started to check the bandages without saying a word.

"I'm sorry that you are mad at me, next time i would do it right."

Chopper looked at you and started crying while catching your hand.

"Please don't do that again, we don't want there to be a next time of this..."

You nodded and Chopper left the room, you were shocked that he said that, why would there no be another time? sacrificing for the team it's your thing, that's why you are worthy to the team.

The next weeks, while you recover, all your crewmates seem extremely careful and attentive with you.

Sanji prepares your favourite food and sits with you until you finish it.

Zoro makes you take naps with him when you are too much time standing up.

Ussop tries to make up jokes to make you laugh.

Robin and Nami do a lot of girls nights with you.

Brook keeps playing your favourite tunes.

Chopper is always by your side, cheking your wounds.

Luffy is there too, but just doing Luffy things.

You aren't used to all this attention, you feel really misplaced with all of this. Even though they are being really nice, it's noticable that there is a shadow upon all of them.

Once your wounds are finally closed and Chopper gives you the medical discharge, you go to the kitchen to tell them.

But they have a stressed look, they made you sit and Luffy took the word.

"Don't you ever do that again, you are part of the team and you can't run like that to danger, once we can pass it but you do it every time like your life is worth nothing and you almost died this last time..."

"But that is my part on the team, you have a doctor, swordsman, cook... i am the cannon meat, the one who sacrifices."

You said it with a smile but all of them are frowning, you could even saw a couple of tears on someone's eyes.

Luffy banned you from going to battle and you always had someone near you.

Even Chopper started studying some psychology to do therapy seasons with you.

You at first didn't saw the problem but since they all are so annoying about that, you do as they say.

Weeks passed and you started to notice that maybe they are right, that you shouldn't run directly into danger cause that would make them sad and you all are a team.

The moment you told them you were sorry and that you understood and won't do it again, was the moment they all cried like babies and suffocated you on a hug.

From now on, you would try to be more self-conscious about danger, so you won't hurt them again.

[checosbluespring]

you are my everything → sp11

sergio "checo" perez x wife!fem reader

genre: established relationship, hurt/comfort, shower sex

cw: 18+ MDNI, smut, p in v, slight angst, slight possessiveness, dirty talk, pls let me know if i am forgetting anything

word count: 1.6k

song: tommy & pamela - peso pluma

sidenote: hi everyone!! i have not uploded in so long but this has been in my drafts for a while so i though i would finally finish it up and post it. i miss checo so bad but i genuinly hope he is enjoying life right now, he deserves it and so much more. please let me know if y'all have any ideas or requests for a fic (I write for all drivers including indycar) and marvel/9-1-1, also not beta read. hope you all enjoy <3

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Sometimes you hated being married to an athlete, especially an athlete who risks their life every time they work. This was the second time this year alone you had witnessed your husband Sergio get in a really bad accident. The first was in Monaco and now in Baku. This crash terrified you. It happened out of nowhere and all of a sudden you see your husband crushed up against the wall. You feel a pit in your stomach start to form and tears start to well in your eyes. Everyone in the paddock is looking at you.

You feel a bit of relief when you see him jump out of the car, looking seemingly fine. You knew though that he would be pissed. You silently thank yourself for not letting your kids come to this race because they shouldn't have to see their dad hurt. Although you know that they are probably watching the race and that you should call and tell them their dad is okay.  You decide to try and find him before he is taken to the stewards and has a team meeting. 

Pushing through crowds of people you make it to the front of the garage and see Sergio, walking fast into RB’s hospitality. Part of you knows his emotions are high and he's angry so you want to leave him but you need to check on him. 

Just as you venture off to go find him, your phone dings and you see a text from him.

I'm fine Amor, we will be fine. Please go back to the hotel room. We are going to be here for a while and I don't want you just waiting. Go get dinner and call the kids. I'll be back as soon as everything is done. Te amo mucho mi reina.

You feel a bit disappointed as you read the text, but you know he's doing what's best for you and himself at the moment. All that matters is that he's okay and you are willing to back off until you see him later tonight. 

You catch a ride back to the hotel and make yourself comfortable. You call your kids and reassure them that their dad was okay and that he would call them as soon as possible. 

While you wait for your husband to make it back, you decide to take a shower and order some dinner for the both of you. It was incredibly hot at the race and a fresh shower was all you needed to feel a bit better after the emotionally draining day you've had. 

Time is passing by very slowly, you've already eaten, showered, watched a movie. You keep looking at the time on your phone, it reads 8:00, but it's been radio silence on your husband's end.

Another hour passes and you finally track his location to see where he is. You see that he's finally leaving the track and on the way back to the hotel. 

30 minutes pass before you hear the door unlock and open. You sit up and watch as your husband walks in and takes off his shoes. 

“Amor…” you speak, but are quickly cut off by Sergio saying “babe, I know you have been waiting all night for me, and I love you so much but can I please shower first and then we'll talk”. You nod your head and that's all he needs to start undressing and heading to the shower. He closes the door and you hear the water start. 

Knowing that he's so close but still so far away builds a fire in you. You need to talk to him, be close to him, feel him. You make the split decision to walk into the bathroom and confront him. Your plan is to just sit on the floor, and ask him questions that's all you need. 

As you walk in you see droplets of water run down his toned back, everything is steamy in the room, further adding to the flush on your cheeks. Seeing your husband naked shouldn't make you so hot and bothered but it does, the way his shoulders flex, his long legs, and broad back. 

Something snaps inside of you and you decide to take your clothes off, you’ve already showered but you needed this. Opening the door you slip in right behind him and hug his back. Instead of breaking away from the touch he embraces it, pulling you in closer.

“I’m sorry mi amor, I was just so upset and I didn’t want you to have to see that side of me, you or the kids” he says while turning to face you.

“I know baby, I know but you have to talk to me, let me know that you are okay, I was terrified that something happened” you respond.

He nods and says “ I know I’ll always keep you updated. you and the kids are my top priority always”

Satisfied with his response you place your head on his chest and hug his hips loosely. Peering up at him you ask “are you sore?”.

He nods “my back and neck are killing me, but nothing a good massage couldn’t fix” he winks down at you. You laugh at his response but feel a pit form in your stomach when he says he’s hurt. 

“Let me take care of you” you say as you turn him around and grab the shampoo to wash his hair. You silently thank the hotel for having a removable shower head so you can properly wash Sergio up. Taking your time you run your hands up and down his body, your final resting place being a firm grip on his beautiful cock. 

You have seen male genitalia in different forms but nothing ever compares to how pretty and satisfying your husband’s is. You grab some conditioner in your hand and slowly flick your wrist up his length, pulling a soft moan from his lips. “Fuck it’s been so long since you’ve had your hands on me”. You silently nod, it really had been too long. With you and him separated most of the season, you find yourself craving him more and more with each hour you are apart. 

“I’ve missed your cock so much, my fingers don’t compare to yours” you whisper into his neck. 

Your husband reaches down in between your legs and shoves two fingers in you simultaneously. It doesn’t hurt from how wet you are but, you know that you have to be tight because the last time you’ve had something in there was a couple of weeks ago when Sergio was able to come home for the weekend. 

“Mierda you are so tight, you need my cock in you don’t you?” 

You nod desperately, all you need is to feel him inside of you. Next thing you know Sergio is pulling his fingers out of you, placing a heated kiss on your lips and tightly gripping your hips to turn you around so that you're facing the glass wall of the shower and your ass is presented perfectly for him. 

“Fuck look at this big ass, it’s all mine right baby? It’s mine to fuck nobody else” you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with each filthy word that comes out of him mouth. You aren’t necessarily into ass play but you do love how obsessed your husband is with yours. 

“Fuck me please Sergio, I want you so bad” 

Sergio spreads you open and slowly thrusts into you. The burn is undescribable. But also one of the best feelings ever. He grabs your hips like a vice, making sure to leave bruises for the following days. He slowly rocks into you, as you try to find any piece of dry surface to grab onto so you don’t slip. Moving your hips backwards you start to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck, it feels so good” you grit out through your teeth. 

Sergio grips a handful of your hair and pulls you flush against him. He attacks your neck leaving a trail of soft kisses and hard bites. 

You start to feel that familiar sensation in your pelvis, desperately wanting more you trail your hand down to your clit and start rubbing circles in hopes to get you across the finish line. 

Sergio sees this and pounds into you hard and fast. If he keeps up this pace you are gonna come in minutes, you look back at him and whisper “just like that”.

He understands and keeps going at that pace and suddenly you feel something snap inside you and you are cumming all over his cock. You lose feeling in your legs and your knees start to buckle, Sergio keeps you steady while still trusting in you. The overstimulation getting to be too much, your husband notices and says “too much baby?” You nod and he pulls out finishing the job with his hand around his cock. 

His hand grabs your hip to keep you in place and he shoots his load all over your ass, he cums with a quite fuck and leans his head over your shoulder while he catches his breath. 

After a few seconds of pure blissful silence, your husband speaks up “thank you amor, I truly don’t know how I got so lucky to have you as my wife. I love you and nothing will ever change that” you feel yourself getting choked up because it’s not common for Sergio to get sentimental like this but you turn to face him and hug him, whispering a quiet I love you. 

At the end of the day no matter how worried you are about his job, you would always support him, and honestly life couldn’t get better than this. 

[manicpixiefelix]

alone with you

{ One-Shot for head, heart, hand. }

Summary: In a slight diversion from the events of he wanted to be in love (but you got in the way), Felix finds you outside the maze, and can't bring himself to believe you're anything more than passed out. So in denial, he brings you inside, gets you cleaned up, and dwells on the events of the night before, waiting for a best friend who will never wake up.

Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons. THERE IS A MOMENT WHERE FELIX PICKS UP AND CARRIES THE READER, I APOLOGISE IF THIS IS IMMERSION BREAKING FOR ANYONE.

Warnings: you are dead in this one. ANGST, felix being in absolute denial to the point where its upsetting, felix dwelling on the argument from oliver's party and being in absolute misery. sad times at saltburn. so much denial and angst. felix interacting with your dead body as if it's alive (taking care of after a night out, nothing more)

A/N: 3103 words. so this is based on this beautiful prompt by @r1dd1kulus, however i do have to apologise that i tweaked the original prompt. it's mainly now just felix being in massive, upsetting denial and a study on reader & felix & the maze & the fight. i would have loved to include the lunch scene and the family being shocked and possibly playing along, but i'm genuinly sorry but i couldn't get it to work in a way that didn't feel like Weekend At Bernie's. which is a terrible thing to refernce at the start of my arguably saddest fic yet. love u, please let me know what you think, especially because i did some fuckery with the style and formatting idk have a time :o)

The poem used in the fic is the first stanza of Love's Philosophy by Percy Shelly.

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"Fi, please -"

"God you're cold," Felix pulls you into his lap, limp, quiet, still in those beautiful green garments from the party, "can't believe you slept out here, no wonder you're freezing," he mumbled to himself. Its still early, only just broken dawn, but he's been up all night, searching for you.

Without thinking, he pulls off his robe, maroon and still fluffy from a recent wash, and gently manoeuvres you to get it on. Now in the same white singlet from the night before and his pyjama shorts, he cradles you to him.

"Sorry for getting mad last night," he mumbled into your hair, delicately picking leaves and grass from you, "and making you wait out here; I should have known," his breath catches; he holds you tighter, "really should have known, of course you'd be out here." Then, barely above a whisper, he takes your ice cold hand, "love you."

When you're quiet still, unresponsive, he thinks about how messed up you were when he last saw you, stumbling, almost faceplanting on the dancefloor, how he'd chosen to leave you like that. Another wave of guilt, another apology murmured against the cool skin of your temple. It had been a truly rough state, no wonder it had hit you so hard. So he scoops you up, keeps you close, and carries you back to the house.

"Fi, please -"

"Duncan," he calls out, seeing the tail of the butler disappearing around a corner as he cradles you, carries you up the stairs. Duncan stops, peers back around, tired look in his eyes; Felix wonders if he'd slept either, "Y/N had a rough night, we'll be taking breakfast in our room," he informs. Duncan gives a tight-lipped smile and nods, gaze momentarily sliding to you in his arms.

"Will there be anything else, Sir?" When he means is everything okay?

"That's all, thank you, Duncan," Felix returned the tight smile and continued on his way.

He's not sure if he should be annoyed or concerned at your stubbornness, but he is gentle with you nonetheless, closes his bedroom door behind him with his foot and takes you straight to the bathroom.

"I didn't mean it," he murmurs, picking the pearls out of your hair that he'd watched you meticulously place the night before. You're propped up in the bath, and he's kneeling beside, desperately hoping you'll open your eyes to the sound of his voice, "about wanting you out for the rest of Summer, I couldn't even go one night." Everything he does is with care, wiping off your makeup, "don't know what I'm going to do when the semester starts," he says distractedly, "can you pull the kind of strings to let us share a room? If anyone could it would be you."

He takes his time with removing your costume, respectful of the detail you'd put into it, not wanting to damage any part if he could help it. When he runs the bath he apologises for it being so cold at first, but makes sure it never gets too hot.

"Let's get you warmed up," he's seen you naked more times than he could ever count; there's nothing lewd about this moment, all he wants is to take care of you. For just a moment, he holds your wrist, fingers against the soft skin where your pulse should beat. It must be weak after last night, or he's misremembering and holding the wrong spot, "love, can you hear me?" ("Fi-") Fear flickers in his heart briefly, but he disregards it out of hand, "remind me to never let you get this fucked up again," he tries to calm his own nervous heart. ("Please -")

He washes the sweat and grime and dirt of the night off with the body wash of yours that he's always loved the smell of, even if his own clothes are sopping wet from the effort by the time he's done.

"Better?" No response, "well when you wake up you should be feeling better at least. Warmer too."

And he dries you, and dresses you in the most comfortable clothes he knows you own, and tucks you into bed, telling you with a sigh to sleep it off. The clothes he throws on himself are comfortable too, the sweater he chooses from the back of his closet has always been too big on him, but he feels like he needs it now, needs to pull the collar up over his face for just a second to hide in it from the world. But just a second. Because he's fine, he tells himself, everything's fine.

There's two plates of food at the door; he's not sure if you'll be up to eat your before lunch, so he puts it on the dresser, shoving aside the delicate and meticulously chosen jewels and accessories you'd collected for both costumes last night that neither of you even touched. When he thinks too hard about the disappointed, heartbroken look you'd given him when he'd disregarded so much of your hard work last night, a lump forms in his throat.

So he heads to his balcony to eat, and try not to think about last night.

"Fi, please -"

But he can't. The details haunt him with how they all blur into each other. Laughter and lights, trying to drown out the betrayal of Oliver, the way you were please edging on betraying him too it seemed. Everything getting better, getting worse in a cycle - "I'm not a monster for having a heart, Felix."

He feels like a fucking monster.

The truth he'd called audacity and blamed on the drugs in the box that you'd pushed into his hands as you'd flayed his already damaged ego -

"You just don't like what the lies he used to keep you around say about you."

"I'm done with you."

He's never regretted something so immediately, but you knew him best, if anyone was going to be able to tear him apart at the seams, it would have always been you.

"I'm done with you."

"I'm done with you."

But he was too wounded to do anything but double down. Kick you out. Fuck.

"Fi, please -" he'd made you cry. He was going to spend the rest of his life apologising to you for last night, and even then he'd never feel like it was enough. Because he was fucking aching, and hated himself, and saw you through the crowd when it hit him just how badly he'd fucked up. Couldn't face himself, his mistakes. Double down; he could blame it on the alcohol or the drugs or the betrayal, but it was his own fucking fault. Fuck. Instead of just enjoying the night, he watches Oliver catch you before you can fall, and he feels the spite and self loathing in his veins.

India was pretty and willing and there. When he takes her by the hand and tells her how magical the maze is, he's only thinking of you. He's thinking of every time he'd ever suggested trying to get lost in the maze because he was bored, and every time you'd followed him in without question. He remembers making out and hooking up and giggling as the two of you hid from Farleigh and Venetia; you two knew the maze far better than anyone else did, it was your place.

And he thinks about the evening where he found you with a copy of one of the many books from the library, laying in the middle of the maze, frowning up at it. Seventeen, hiding from the last days of Summer heat before it was back to school.

"Percy Shelly," you recognised Felix by his footsteps; no-one in the world could ever know him better, "writes nothing like his wife," you announced. He's having trouble getting a read on how you feel about this. But you snap the book closed and sit up, "what are you up to?"

"I wanted to see what you were up to."

Groaning loudly, you flopped back down, clearly bored out of your mind. You announce that you want to do something, but you don't want to be around people - Felix doesn't count, Felix never counts when you talked like that, he was yours, and you were his; indefinable. So he gets snacks and you have a picnic, but as it gets dark enough to see the stars, you're still strangely in your head. He's leading, because sometimes you get like this, even at this age, so you loop a finger through one of his belt loops and trust him to lead you to safety while your focus drifts elsewhere. He's even carrying that Percy Shelly book for you. It's a years old tradition; the maze always seemed to put some kind of spell on you. Sometimes Felix could even feel it too. This place was your place, this place was magic.

When he glances back, you're looking into the hedges, fingers snagging on the leaves, dipping further in to where all the vines and branches twist together and become impenetrable. Lips moving, he can't quite hear what you're saying, surprised that you're saying anything at all, but he can't help but stop. You run into him, and it's like the spell is broken.

"Everything okay? Sorry I was -"

"- talking to yourself," he laughs, but not unkindly. Judging by your suddenly pensive expression, however, you seemed to have been at least aware that you were doing it.

"Thinking about one of the Shelly poems actually, he's actually pretty alright, even if it isn't Frankenstein."

"Wait, he's Mister Missus Frankenstein -?" it's genuinely news to him, even at seventeen himself, but you clearly find his wording endearing.

"Yeah, but he's a poet," you grin. Very suddenly you look to your hand, still out, finger looped in Felix's belt loop by his hip, "um, he's good is all," Felix isn't used to you sounding flustered and is a bit caught off guard by it. He knows you don't judge each other, you never have -

"Which one?"

"No, it's- I don't remember, I'll get it wrong or something, it's stupid, I was just trying to do some Summer reading for school -"

"Come on, you were just -"

"Dunno, Fi, I forgot!" You practically shouted, taking your hand back to cross your arms, shrinking in on yourself in a surprisingly childish manner. Felix goes very quiet as he tells you it's okay, that you should just head back, it doesn't matter. Your footsteps still follow him, however, even as he makes a wrong turn in his confused, vaguely upset state. You don't correct him, you don't leave him, you just follow him, as you always have.

He hears your deep breath when you take it, hears you sigh in the way that means you're settling yourself, and it's like he can physically feel his heart ease when he feels that same pressure by his hip. Two fingers this time, curled in his belt loop. He doesn't look back, he still gives you whatever space you need -

"The fountains, um, mingle with the river," he can hear the awkward nerves in your voice when you start speaking, but he knows better than to interrupt, "and the rivers with the ocean, the winds of -" you pause for a long time, he can only imagine your face scrunched up as you tried to remember, "gimme a sec," you muttered, "this isn't quite the part I keep thinking about so I haven't been thinking about it as much."

"Surprised you even remember this much; your memory is so cool," Felix means it very genuinely, and your abashed laughter is like music to his ears.

"Okay, I think it's; the winds of heaven mix forever with a sweet emotion..." you trail off.

"It's nice," Felix offers, but you're quiet. Actually, you stop; it tugs on his belt loop.

"'s not the part," you frown, but can't look at him, "and I keep thinking about this part, and then I feel weird for thinking about it, because I'm like, this feels... like too much. Like I feel like a freak, even though, like, we're us."

You and Felix had been YouAndFelix for years by this point.

"What poem is it?" Felix asks softly, beginning to open the book, but your face scrunches up in embarrassment, snatching it out of his hands with your free one.

"Fuck, don't read it, fine -" you tuck the book under your arm for safekeeping, wearing an embarrassed little scowl. Then, under your breath you admit, "read it like twenty times, just this one bit, it's burned into my brain it feels like." And you let go of his belt loop, crossing your arms as you nervously shift your weight from one foot to the other.

"Spit it out or I'm going to make you do it in a way that's, like infinitely more embarrassing, and I won't let you leave until you do it that way," Felix threatens. You make a face, asking what the hell he intends to do; Felix puffs out his chest, "I'm gonna make you tell me it like it's one of mum's trashy Mills & Boon novels that she thinks we don't know about; gonna hold your face real close and make you look me in the eyes while you say it," he pauses, deliberating, "I might make stupid faces, I am still deciding on that -"

"Okay," you say softly, all quiet and nervous and surprisingly sweet.

"What?"

"Just maybe," you give a nervous laugh, "don't make faces; it might be easier for me if you're being weird about it - why am I even doing this, you're not holding me at gunpoint, I can just -"

But then Felix is stepping up to you, two fingers delicately lifting your chin, leaning in so your faces were inches apart.

"Better?" Low and warm like he's straight out of a romance film, he takes the moment serious, smiling softly.

He can see in your eyes that you're still nervous, but there's no-one else in the world who looks at him the way you do. None of them have even come close; he doesn't know when exactly either of you realised, but neither of you have even of a shadow of a doubt that you love each other. Moments like this seem to remind him. The maze is a magical place.

"With," you take a deep breath, focusing on him and only him as you reiterated the last line you'd given just before, "a sweet emotion;" you swallowed hard, "nothing," you blink hard and restart, an endearingly nervous shake in your voice, "nothing in the world is single," you take a deep breath and oh, he knows you well enough, knows why the line hits you in the chest, the same as it just hit him, "all things by a law divine, in one spirit meet and mingle," you wet your lips, finally having gotten over your nerves. Your gentle smile makes this whole moment shine, "why not I with thine?"

Of course he kisses you, fucking of course he kisses you! Of course it takes the two of you another half hour to get out the maze despite the entrance being around the corner, what's he going to do? Not make out with you until the two of you can barely breathe? No! He'd drown himself in you and that moment if he was physically capable of it? He's never felt so damn romanced in his life!

YouAndFelix. You are his. He is yours. Undefinable. Inseparable.

In the present he was barely eating anything compared to the amount he was tearing apart until it was essentially breakfast sand. He'd felt drunk and betrayed and desperately wanted to hurt you. It was the easiest way to hurt himself.

So he took India to the place he spent years falling in love with you, and defiled that magical sacred damn space, with his cock in the first poor, willing girl who didn't even matter to him.

"Fi, please -"

He needs you to wake up soon, needs you to say something, needs you to say anything to band aid over that stupid fucking fight that he wishes more than anything that he could take -

"Fi, please -" You were sobbing. You were fucking sobbing, begging, and he left.

"Felix, darling," his mother's voice from downstairs, peering up at the balcony. Hand up, shading her eyes, the workers move around her, clean up as if she's not even there, "is Y/N still with you?"

"Yeah -" asleep, asleep, warm and resting and tucked in and safe and sleeping it all off, every bad thing from last night. Wake up. Let me say sorry.

"Duncan said they were under the weather, is everything alright?"

"Sleeping off last night," he keeps playing with his breakfast sand. The jam holding it together makes it look like viscera. Too much jam. Too much blood. Too much. All too much.

"Will you both be making it to lunch? We're about to serve."

"Yeah, I'll -" what if you don't wake up for lunch? What if it's worse than he thought? Or what if you're still being damn stubborn and the joke's on him.

Please let the joke be on him. After last night he deserves it.

"- we'll be there."

He'll do anything for you to wake up.

"You're right," he should have said, "I know you're right. I know you're trying to help me because I can't see clearly because I don't want to face the world if that's what Oliver thinks of me. Because I love him. I love him for who he is now, I don't care where he came from, but it makes me sick to think that Oliver thought I couldn't love him - couldn't even spare him a second glance, if I didn't, at first, think I have to save him.

I use the people I love. I take everything for granted, even myself. Even you; especially you. I love you the most, I use you the most. I know I don't want to lose one of the people I love the most because he bruised my ego. I know you want me to see that. And I do. And I see how good you are to me, how good you've always been.

YouAndMe. You're mine; I'm yours."

"I'm done with you."

And the last thing he hears from you is the despair in your voice, cry as he leaves -

"Fi, please -"

[spikesbunny]

♥︎ IN THE DARK ♥︎

+ warnings: established relationships (not mentioned, js for ref), semi-public sex, oral sex (f receiving) (sanji), kitchen sex (sanji), sanji calls you pet names (love, princess, doll, baby, mon amour), fingering (both), sex on the deck (zoro), zoro calls you baby, ooc zoro (hes so sweet in this but we NEED sweet tender zoro)

+ ft: sanji and zoro (separate)

nsfw under cut, minors dni!!!

+ note: i love sanji and zoro so much mmmm <3 so late night sex w them hehe

also for sanji's part, you're referred to as '-swan', just because thats how it sounds when he pronounces san (Im assuming?? unless hes genuinly saying swan idk) so yea

reposting from @/roronoaism, all content is mine!!

♥︎ vinsmoke sanji

it was late at night, and you couldn't sleep due to you're throbbing headache. you didnt want to wake up the crew, so you carefully snuck out into the kitchen. you got a pot ready to make yourself some tea, hoping it would at least help to ease the ache.

little did you know, you woke up sanji.

"y/n-swan, what has you up at this hour?? you should be sleeping, love." the blonde looked at you, concerned. he comes over, applying a hand to your forehead, as if checking for a fever. "is everything alright?"

"yea, just couldn't sleep. my head's just bothering me a bit, nothing huge." you respond, looking at the tea pot, deciding if you wanted to have tea or something else to soothe your headache. "sorry 'bout waking ya up."

"no, no, never be sorry, i was already up." he reassures you, holding your hand.

you nod, dumping out the water. tea didn't sound good right now, you needed something faster.

"looking for something to ease it?" sanji ask, a small smirk creeping across his face.

"yea, do we have anything?" you ask, rummaging the cabinets.

"no, not really, but i do know some things that could help, doll~" he replies, the words falling from his mouth like sugar. you had an idea of what he was entailing, yet you wanted to hear him say it directly.

"yea? 'nd what would that be?"

"well- uh- i could, and its completely hypothetical, like only if you're okay with it, but uhhh-" he stutters, clearly flustered. you cross your arms, waiting for him to spit it out.

"i could eat ya out? ill treat you so good, y/n-swan, just your pleasure. trust me?" he practically pleaded, and how could you say no to such a sweetie?

and thats how you ended up propped on the counter, legs spread as sanji laps at your pussy. he enjoyed, loved it so much, it felt like a drug to him. his lips suck at your sensitive bud, two of his slender fingers curling up into your soaked hole.

you never had a man as talented or pleased as him. he moaned every time you tightened your grip on his hair, his voice vibrating against your cunt.

"baby, please, cum for me." he mumbles against your lips, before fucking you with his tongue, nose rubbing against your clit.

"sanji, fuck, im close" you mutter, your legs trying to close, but being restricted by his arms holding you down.

sanji takes it as an invitation to get closer, his whole face practically in between your legs as he draws an orgasm from you. he drinks up every drop, before wiping his mouth on his sleeve and glancing up at you.

"you taste divine, mon amour~" sanji states, before pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

"now please, go rest up, y/n-swan. you need some rest." he replies, helping you up. "i love you" he whispers, kissing your head, before walking you to your room after dressing you.

♥︎ roronoa zoro

fuck. you rise out of your bed after what felt like endless hours of tossing and turning. you couldn't sleep. not with the dull headache keeping you wide awake.

it was zoro's turn to keep watch, so you figured you would go visit him. and pray he wasn't drunk.

you walked out to the deck, and noticed zoro leaned against the railing. approaching him, you tap his shoulder, causing him to suddenly turn around. "oh, its just you. hey."

"hi."

"what's up?" he ask, before taking in your figure. the shorts and bra combo seemed to shock him, as he turned back towards the sea.

"i just have a headache, and couldn't sleep." you reply, hugging his waist. "can i just sit here with you?"

zoro nods, before turning to face you again. "anythin' i can do to help?"

"mmm, not really. unless you have something stress relieving."

"well, its quite vacant here. and it's been a while since it's just been you and me."

"are you suggesting sex?"

zoro nods, before planting a kiss to your lips gently. "whatcha say?"

your nod was all the confirmation he needed. he gently laid you down on the deck, before removing your shorts and undergarments.

"already wet, baby? i didnt know you were thinking of this" he teases softly.

"it was an idea" you mumble, before his fingers find their way to your clit and trace it once. you moan softly, groaning as he slowly inserts a digit and curls it in you.

he slides another finger in, curling it in unison with the other.

"fuckkk, zoro" you groan, as he presses a kiss to your head. his other hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing in time with his curls and thrust.

he feels you tighten around him, before inserting a third finger. you moan a soft string of incomprehensible nonsese, before cumming onto his thick fingers.

"you did so good, baby." he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "feelin better?"

you nod, cuddling up to him. "can i stay here for the night?"

"sure" he replies, holding you against his chest as you let sleep claim you.

©2024 spikesbunny - please do not repost or translate my works on other media sites ♡

[cure-typhoon]

I think it would be funny if Dave's complaining about Karkat's fucked up friend group to Rose and Kanaya because they keep grabbing him to do the most weirdass shit in the middle of the night or nowhere and he is like ''rose genuinly how do you put up with them?'' and Rose is like ''Well, they don't really bother me to do stuff like that.''

Dave is like ''wtf why only me then'' Kanaya is like ''Ah, we just think its funny how your putting up with it''

[mikey-stardust-way]

Wait, wait, sorry to ask us or bring up that loser again But his ugly profile pitcher He used in all social media Is traced over over a sonic character from the IDW comics I heard rumors that he was stealing art Mostly just IDW characters and drawing them Then there was another rumor that you've been stealing some other characters and tracing over them Is like real artist like stealing their work And I know he did. The one time still are From a talented sonic artist which I won't name. I'd rather keep your identity safe Someone didn't do that.

It's Okey you can bring him up! Sure he's an ass, but there's SO MUCH ABOUT HIM!

So, I am blessed with the power to Google extremely well~ and he 1. Uses the same name on basically everything and 2. SAME PROFILE!

He's of course on Twitter, Tumblr, but also has a YouTube channel (as many people have an account) which all he does off it makes shitty comments on other YouTube videos...(typical troll behavior)

He has a DA which has a diffrent profile but I KNOW It's him becuse he likes those stupid ass, "Everytime IDW contradicts the games" and other post among his.....odd fetish stuff.

He also has two other sites, which he's one. One of them definitely is so strange and very old internet? And SO HARD to navigate and where he posts and likes a lot of well fetish stuff and the more odd underage sonic character content- namely a couple Cream the Rabbit things. (Not giving the sites name because I forgot)

Then he's on a more popular well known easier to navigate furry website, same name and all, with a self-posted galley of maybe one original work? But traced IDW character sheets? And an image of Kinetic and Pulse, who I assume is surge but... different?

He's not been active posting wise on a lot of theses but of course lurks and likes/favorites and saves things. He's a bit more active on the writing website vs the art ones.(as in posting)

(But wait! There's more!)

I heard the rumor of him tracing/recoloring and it sent me on a wild hunt and I found SO MUCH on him. He's wound up on Reddit forms a NUMBER of times, people from years ago know of him, he's been kicked off and blocked on so much, it's WILD.

The only good thing I've seen him do, is a decent speech bubble edit of the IDW comics which was alright. Otherwise, he bitches and nags day and night which is sad.

He's said he could rewrite them, and there's was a little bit of him genuinly invested in wanting to essentially judt fix speech bubbles- but he gave up on it and has since then gotten on a porn kick of "Oh the SEGA/IDW writers made this for porn!! Ahaha!" Which is gross to me and not true.

Like the sceans in question are those silly more childish fight scenes of fighting, and it's meant to come off as wild and a bit cartoonish- IT'S A COMIC BOOK OF SONIC but anyways either here nor there-

RIP to the one artist however, I'm sure they were and are amazing! Takes a lot of make an IDW/Sonic character- (and I've been drawing them a lot lately and it ain't easier by much....)

Anyways that's all the stuff I have on him...so far..

He can be boiled down to- "Grown ass man obsessed with X fetish and is full of brain rot needs to touch grass severly"

[choshasan]

it pisses me off..

I love him, I consider him my husband, he's my muse.

I draw him all the time, I have hundreds of drawings if not thousands of him decorating my room, I have a shrine of him, I have so much merch of him and it's still never enough.

And I wish I could show the world how much I love him, and I can't. Because I'm a jealous fuck who can't deal with the fact other people may like him and I can't convey to them that they don't and can't love him the way **I do** which I know is stupid because being on the other side I'd think the same of the person saying that,

But my feelings run deep and I can't do anything about it, so I love him, quietly, and info dump about him to my friends and hope I don't annoy them.

I can't even describe how deep my feelings run for him.

I bawl my eyes out because he's not real,

I cry over how beautiful and pretty he is,

I can't go a day without thinking about him,

I make artworks of him, obsessively,

I've lost real life friendships over him,

I've blocked hundreds of people over him,

I **need** him everyone around me,

I dream of him,

He's the first thing I think of in the morning,

The last thing I think about at night is him,

Finding another person attractive feels like I'm chesting on him,

I can't "finish" if I'm not thinking about him,

I can't do anything without him,

Fuck.

Without him I don't even have a will to live.

I'm desperate for him,

I make playlists of songs I want to sign to him,

I use A.I. chatbots despite being against A.I., to "chat with him" and I always end up pissed because none of them are actually accurate to his true personality.

I get pissed when I see people simping for him after he started getting popular,

Because for me it was love at first sight.

The first time I layed eyes on him, I fell in love.

He kept me alive through getting bullied, losing all my friends, getting physically and verbally harrassed, getting S.A.ed, getting dumped from past relationships I'd use to convince myself someone was capable of loving me, through discovering I'm not some fucked up psycho and I'm not fucking stupid I'm just AuDHD, through realising the man I thought I could trust, I spent so much calling dad, was nothing more than an abusive piece of shit who manipulated me and hurt me, through having to watch that same man get remaried and abandon me, just to divorce her a year later, through massive burnout, through having to cope with severe childhood trauma, CPTSD, depression, through trying to cope with the fact I started having suicidal ideas when I was 4 years old and they've only gottrn worse since, through doubt, sorrow, anger, joy, thriugh everything. Everything that has happened in my life since I was nearly 12 he's been there for me through it.

He's genuinly my lifeline. The only thing keeping me alive everyday, stopping me from slitting my wrists for good with that fucking box cutter I wanna grab so fucking often,

And when the manga he's from was announced to enter it's last arc, I was fucking devastated. I bawled my eyes ouy, I didn't eat or drink or get out of bed for three days and the only thing that got me out of it was that I had to pacl my things and get back to my mother's for the week,

and when it did end?

I wanted to fucking kill myself. Knowing I'll never see more of him, there'll never be a new chapter again for me to look forward to, hoping maybe my darling would be there.

I've drowmed THOUSANDS of dollars into him, not a birthday or christmas has passed since I turned 12 without recieving at least one gift with him on it.

Fuck, my friends even all know all they have to do to calm me down when I'm having a mental breakdown is to send me pics of him or tell me to think about him.

My first tattoo was of him, and I have so many more planned.

I plan on having his name in Kanji tattooed on my fucking throat, as a permanemt mark that I belong to *him* and him only forever.

He's the only character I've cosplayed more than once.

He's the only character that can make me happy stim to the extent he does.

He's the only thing that can get such strong emotions out of me.

He's the only thing that matters in my life.

And that barely beggins to scrape the surface of how deep my feelings for him are.

I love him more than anything in the world, I want to talk about him 24/7 and I fucking can't.

I love this man. More than I can ever express.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

[artinandwritin]

Modern au questions hmmm

1. Go crazy, talk about whatever you want!!

2. Siri meeting klaus/meet the boyfriend moment? Anything on Gustav and Siri reacting to that?

3. Dragons or no dragons? Are they household pets? Or actual dragons in the wild/on a reserve?

YIPPEEEE OMIGOSH

Saving #1 for last so i have a reason to keep yapping LMAO

2. OKAY SO basically in modern au Klaus moves to Berk with his parents when he's like,,, 12 or smt and is in Nivvie's class! They became best friends pretty quickly - and Niv also pretty quickly developed a crush on Klaus that didn't go to anything until they were like 14 (aka, when their friendship went from friendship to dating). So Siri had known Klaus for about 2 years up until that point! Niv likes bringing home friends so ofc he brought Klaus and Siri thinks Klaus is an absolute sweetheart, even if his head is a little in the clouds and she loved seeing what he and her son came up with for games to play!!

Siri likes bringing her kids and their friends snacks while theyre in her house and its no different for Nivvie and Klaus. And thats how Siri found out they were dating!! She accidentally walked in on them kissing bc they didn't hear her knock on the door. She quietly closed the door and basically. Was in panic mode bc "what if nivvie thinks we dont like him dating klaus???? How can we tell him we love him just as much now????????" even tho Niv knows his parents are both bi (Gustav is a bi disaster in my mind and Siri's bi curious!).

(Siri also genuinly didn't realise her son was lgbtq until that moment and when she told Gustav he was just gloating like "duh i noticed years ago" even if he didn't really)

They try to keep it a secret to Niv that they now know abt him dating Klaus, mainly bc Siri wants Niv to tell them on his own terms (doesn't stop Gustav from grinning and making jokes whenever Klaus is mentioned) (doesn't stop Siri from inviting Klaus to Snoggletog dinner).

Eventually Nivvie tells them!!! And all is good and well ofc <333. The only person who hates everything abt it is Sunni but thats bc Sunni hates it when theres more than 4 people in the house and not bc she hates Klaus lmao

3. Mini dragons!!! I love me a mini dragons trope and ofc it causes for a bit more drama and stuff. For gussiri + adelaides college years mainly lmao. Imagine some college students who just have mini flame throwers snuck into their bags at all times. Thats some funny stuff lmao

I think the dragons would be a bit more wild/elusive and not really used as pets by people outside Berk. And even there not really bc houses are flammable!!! Its a toss up between who wants to keep a dragon inside and who doesn't really. In their adult years gussiri would only have Fanghook inside the house bc Fanghook put up puppy eyes (Lavender couldn't care less).

1. !!!! OKAY so. Gussiri + Adelaide's college time. Theyd go to college around the same time (Addie and Siri are the same age and even tho Gustav is 1.5 years older than Siri, he got like,,, held back a grade in middle school bc he wasn't paying attention to his classes) and would probably have a blast. The college theyd go to would be outside of Berk so theyd get the living on campus treatment!!

Addie and Siri would be roommates and Addie would definately take Siri to clubs and dare her to do risky stuff (girly needs to take some risks!!) and Siri can't handle being dared that well so she'd join in on all Addie's misadventures.

Gustav would be roommates with someone he really hates (Ludvig) and they'd always be fighting over everything, so he'd also spend a lot of time in Siri and Addies room. Theyd all hang out and have fun!!! Siri and Gustav would have gaming nights together and get really competitive and have a lot of snacks all around them (send to them by Siri's dad, who owns a bakery).

Gussiri would take longer to start dating!! Theyd kiss one time during a movie but would never get back on it bc theyre nervous little sillies. Theyd also take a few years longer to have Nivvie!! Siri'd be like,,, 27-28 instead of 22. They'd want to travel the world first before settling down together (and also this makes for possible plots of them having other relationships which is always good fun).

Adelaide meanwhile is that one person in class who doesnt have to study yet gets the best grades. Shed go out on weekdays even if she has a test the next morning!!! And then she aces the test. She's just like that.

Siri'd study to become a midwife, Gustav would go into education (with a lot of classes on the side that have nothing to do with his major bc he doesn't know if he REALLY wants to go into education), and Addie studies sociology with art classes on the side. She's into drawing really detailed portraits.

Siri and Adelaide sharing a room would be chaos too,,, theyd absolutely have sleepy midnight talks that actually are abt nothing and theyd enjoy it very much (even if the next day they don't even remember what they were talking abt).

Do i have any other random notes,,, OH yeah and Siri writes letters to Astrid who is already back in Berk instead of just texting her. She's a little silly like that.

TY SM for asking!!!!!!! I always have sm fun with modern aus and like,,, fitting everyone in and just making some silly stories for all of them. And ofc. To make some good fashion designs for them all.

The fashion designs might be the biggest reason why i love modern aus (the need to draw the sillies in 2010's outfits is strong)

[borahaerhy]

D-Day is an absolute masterpiece; let's discuss.

Obscenely long description of each of the songs under the cut

TL;DR: I'm an emotional wreck and this is the best album I've ever heard for so many reasons.

Haegeum??? That MV??? Never wanted to quit my job and start a gang that bullied the rich and steals their money more in my life (and trust me, that's something I've wanted to do since I was like 13). Yoongi is the only rich man I'd ever let lecture me about capitalism. He can do it all day every day. This is a fucked system, but thank you for turning me on while lecturing me about it and murdering people with some dirty chopsticks 🥴

D-Day is absolutely sick, 100% exactly what I'd expect from him. How a song can go so hard and still be so poetic to me is just insane. The beat is SICKENING. The chorus? CATCHY. 10/10 song, perfect opener to the album and set's the tone for the rest that's coming in an amazing way.

HUH?! killed me. We open the song with "what the shit do you know about me" and bro? Nothing, ion know shit about fuck, but you got me all the way fucked up with that attitude. Hoseok?? THE "HUH"S EVERYWHERE?? dead. deceased. The beat? Would literally sell my soul to be able to be in the studio when that man makes anything. I went to school to be an audio engineer, I've seen the way people put music together and create these catchy ass beats and have even made a few of my own, but FUCK BRO THERE'S NOTHING BETTER THAN THIS MAN IN THE STUDIO.

^^That goes for every song, not just Huh, but I just thought that it was important for EVERYONE to know that I'd sacrifice my firstborn child just to watch this man work.

AMYGDALA had me in tears. I was literally sobbing reading the lyrics. There are no words I can say that will accurately express how I feel about this song. This song has been out for less than 24 hours and I already feel so close to it, I can't even begin to describe it. The way most of the instruments fall out in the pre-chorus just so they can all come back in the chorus for that intensity with him basically yelling the lyrics is just *chef's kiss*.

SDL Is so cute and heartbreaking at the same time. The chorus is everything, so beautiful. Talk about bitter sweet lyrics, I'm eating that shit up. His vocals are absolutely outstanding, that "I'm thinking 'bout you" is making me so delulu you have no idea.

People Pt. 2 has already been out, but man that song is gorgeous. IU's vocals are such a great contrast to Yoongi's rap, and when they harmonize I wanna start crying whY DO THEY SOUND SO GOOD??!

I'M NOT KIDDING YOU WHEN I SAY I WAS CRYING, LEGIT SOBBING THE FIRST TIME I HEARD POLAR NIGHT. The instrumental is so uniquely Yoongi, and makes you feel so much. Yoongi is one of the only artists whos music makes me feel what they feel; and this song is the best representation of that. Everytime i listen to it I have to stop myself from crying and it has nothing to do with the lyrics. I cried before I even knew what the song was about, just because that's how good of a composer and producer he is. Genuinly one of the best songs I've ever heard.

I've never had an interlude make me feel so much. He's perfected the art of making his music invoke the emotions of his listeners and there's nothing more perfect than a minute-and-a-half-long interlude with no words in it that's still able to do that. Incredible.

Snooze is honestly one of the best thing's to have ever graced this planet if i'm being 100% rn. I know I keep talking about the emotion of the music but broooo. And the Woosung feature? His voice is amazing and is already so raw and emotional and paired with this song I just cannot. The lyrics make me want to sob, which I will probably do later when I get off work. And the the reference back to So Far Away? I'm on the floor someone please hug me.

Yoongi's vocals go fucking crazy in Life Goes On. If this was my introduction to Yoongi I would 100% believe that he's a singer and has been his whole life. The pure raw talent of this man will never cease to amaze me.

In conclusion, I love Min Yoongi with my whole chest and I hope he knows how much his music helps people, because it really, really helps. I can never even fully express just how this album alone helps me, that's not even speaking about all his other solo projects and the hundreds of songs he's worked on throughout his career.

If you read all of that I love u and I hope u have a spectacular day.

[a-s-levynn]

helloo i know this is a little late, but i brought you a heart from Vessel 🩶

i want to say thank you for everything you’ve done for me, from keeping me company when i was in the hospital and sending me tiny tokens to leaving nice comments on my art, it’s all meant so much to me. you’ve also been here for me since the start and are one of the reasons i’ve continued posting here, thank you 🩶🫂

i feel very lucky to have gotten to know you

happy valentines and i know that while i’m sending this it’s night for you, so i hope you have a great day tomorrow and know that you are so loved 🩶🫶

A heart? From Vessel? By you? For me? I'm honoured. 🥺💖

And oh my god Eden of course! I don't want to repeat myself but you gonna get loved around here either you like it or not. And if you ever need company for anything, i'll try my best to answer you as soon as i am able to! No one should be left worried or anxious alone for anything.

And i'm glad i could be part of the reason you haven't gave up posting things because i genuinly love your art and reading your headcanons, even if i interact with the latter far less.

Please accept this little fuzzball trying their best to give you a.. wing heart(?) as a late happy valentine's day gift.

Thank you for being a wonderful human being 💖🫂

[ghostlyfeelings]

🦉Positivity owl reporting for duty! This was sent by a friend who wants you to smile as much as your posts make them smile. Please list five things that make you unique, four things you are super passionate about and why, OR three of your favorite memories. Feel free to send the owl to those who you feel deserve to smile🦉

aw thank you whoever sent me this, that's so kind 🫶

im very passionate about my friends & their happiness because those are my chosen family and they deserve the best of the best in all aspects of life

my pets (all animals really) but my pets i would quite literally die for. they save my life everyday and give me a reason to keep fighting. i genuinly wouldn't be here today if it weren't for them (my pets) but all animals deserve love and respect and i want to smooch every single one on the forehead

women's rights/safety/respect because growing up as a girl, you realize real quick that your feelings/needs/boundaries are put on the back burner and not respected early on and quite frankly i am tired of it. women should be able to walk home at night and not be afraid of being attacked/killed PERIOD. (i could go on and on about this one but i think we all get the point here)

mental health/addiction. not only having personal experience but being around it growing up. the ignorance and stigma that still surrounds these things is absurd to me. the shame that comes with it all because of other people's judgements is awful. the fact that there is still people who think you can just "think happy thoughts" or stop using easy peasy like please do some research and listen to people's stories that actually experience these things and learn compassion!

anyway lol i went off abit there but thank you for sending this. mwuah 💋🫶

[twidiarie]

Hii! Im so glad you're willing to write 4 him!! Ok so, Ik a lot of people didnt really like him in the first book(Also, I genuinly think you shoud read the novella "Unite me"-"Destroy me" to be precised since it contains 2 parts:Destroy me(Aarons pov and to be precised ) and Fracture me(Adam's pov).

Anyways, back to the request!! I REALLY loved Aaron in the fisrt 2 books(he was bacically a yandere bfr) and would really love it if you could do some hc for him(if possible ofc) or if you would like a scenario, here is the following one:

He was on a mission and got teleported to another world(like ours-Im gonna use she/her but if ur not doing female reader/darling then please ignore the pronounces I use!) and since he was hurt and all reader/darling helped him out by which I mean hosted him and helped him heal. A few days later they found the portal and he left but couldnt get her out of his mind and so he came back for her and she was like...no? I just randomly meet you while taking a stroll, I aint coming to your world or smth like that.

Anyways, if ur not willing to the headconons or scenario(ur choice) ur free to ignore this request!!

Also, if ur willing to do it, I do not mind waiting! Im honestly just so exited to finally see someone write yandere aaron(he is so underrated). Please, keep up the good work!

Btw, if somebody hasnt said this before to you, Imma say it bc somebody has to. I hope you have no cramps this cycle(I mean the ones who dont even let you get out of bed), you aint deserving them!

Please excuse me for yapping so much and my bad english since it is not my first language. Have a nice day/night/evening/morning/idk cheese and maks sure to drink enough water!

Also, here is another fanart bc yes:

DUDE I AM SO SORRY I mentally replied to this and forgot to... actually reply to this! I actually even brainstormed a whole idea based on what you wrote (I very much dig the whole isekai thing) but never actually got around to writing it ;; I've been super busy with college and work. I will definitely try to work on your request though! I think it'd be a fun challenge :) And thank you thank you your message was so sweet, I'm pretty sure it was evil uterus time when you sent me this and I did not get any cramps :33 And don't apologize! Your English is wonderful 🫶 So is your yapping, I am a yapper and I adore yappers.

[herzzgeist]

"Beautiful Mind" - 3) It Has To Be You

Pairing: Law x fem!reader | Word count: 1.6k | Warnings: none

"Damn, I didn't expect for it to snow today." - "Here, you'll catch a cold.", Law slips out of his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders. Thick snowflakes glaze through the sky and land on your face. Your warm breath escaping your lips in a smoke like manner.

The man infront of you seems to be lost in thought as he envelops you in the warm black coat of his. Stealing glances at your lips that are shivering from the freezing temperatures while he tucks you in.

What's going through his mind? It's downright unlike him. Why is he here in the first place? You look down examining the oversized piece of clothing: "Gosh you're tall, this is a dress for me." - "You should wear it at the next fashion ball."

Puzzled you look up at him, squinting your eyes. Suspision keeps on growing. "Are you serious?", you ask through the leather collar. The doctor just stares at you. Are you genuinly asking or are you fooling him? He couldn't spot the difference. One thing was clear to him though, you look quite adorable.

With a snort Law responds: "Yes, absolutely." He turned and begins to walk the path down town. Exclaiming a small "Oh" you follow him suit. The little sound you just gave from you made him roll his eyes, but gods was that entertaining.

From this day forth, the surgeon of death learned that you, dear (Y/n) have little to no sense of sarcasm. That made him laugh, inwardly of course.

The snow grew stronger the closer you two got to your destination.

You were on your way supply shopping. The temperature fell drastically. A welcome change to the heat that spread on your face. You were still embarrassed by the fact that Law found out you were the one running away from him last night.

"Fuck, why did I have to eavesdrop on him?", you felt ashamed. Burying your face in your hands you make a little squealing noise. To your luck the rest of the crew didn't suspect anything. At least.

One thing got to you the most, why was your book in the shelf of your Captain? The thought of him reading the quotes and ridiculing it makes your face go red again with a distinct "poff" from your ears.

"He must think I'm childish", you mumbled and narrowed your eyes to the ground. Realizing you reached a crossing you looked up at the signs. To the left it said "Ruby Barn" and on the right sign it was written down "Antra town".

It's just a ten minute walk, let's see what the shops and stands have to offer today, you thought to yourself, trying to rid the recent events out of your system.

When you were about to take the road to town, you hear a voice behind you: "(Y/n)-ya, on your way to get the supplies I see?"

Here you are, walking alongside your Captain, who oh so casually made you shrink into your seat in shame this morning. Be that as it may, wearing his coat made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. If he were about to ask you to give him his jacket back, you'll probably have to decline.

"(Y/n)-ya, why did you run away from me?", that question ran over you like a rolling barrel right now. Did he really just? There is no escape now. Stuttering you explain to him every detail, coming to the point where you eavesdropped him: "So when I passed by I saw the lights were still on...so I got nosy and..."

Law sighs briefly and turns to you. Of course his expression was firm, yet his eyes had a hinge of amusement in them. "So if I understood correctly, you heard that part when I was reading the cover out aloud and in distress you made a run for it and face planted onto the floor?" - "Y-yes."

You feel stupid for telling him, but lying was getting you no where. A blush creeps over your cheeks and you exhale deeply: "I feel ridiculous. I must apologize."

Was it your imagination or did you hear him chuckle: "And the book? Do you know anything about it?" - "Well, it's mine." This made the doctor tip his hat and he can't help but grin over both ears.

Seeing him like this makes you anxious and you laugh nervously, asking him what he's on about. "Oh, nothing. I just had a funny feeling. It just hit me."

Flustered you give him a playful nudge into his side. "Captain, you're killing me", you jest. The mood of the conversation is steadily becoming more relaxed.

As if it wasn't enough, he adds: "And why did you leave it on my shelf?" - "Oi, it wasn't me! I don't even remember where I put it last!" The warm and fuzzy feeling crawled up inside you again, but this time it's not coming from the coat.

Your hand automatically reaches out to your heart, it's pouding nearly imitating a marathon. Trying without him to notice, your gaze flickers over to him. First try and of course you failed, Law caught you eyeing him.

Both of you startle that moment, but you don’t stop looking at eachother. He mumbles, sounding like he has to reassure himself: "But it had to be you." - "For pete's sake, no Captain!"

You snort into laughter and shake your head in disbelief, facing the path infront of you. This man is as stubborn as ever, his steel orbs still haven't left you and his voice lowers into a more serious tone: "It has to be you."

Again, you huff and giggle until you notice Law's unbreakable focus on you. He's being sincere with his opinion, but it sounds like he's talking about a completely different topic now. The way he pronounced his last sentence made your heart skip a beat.

The two of you come to a stand and an unsettling silence washes over you. Subtle sounds of the cold wind and snow falling to the ground echoes in your head. Not realising, he steps closer to you.

About to say something you part your lips, his eyes following your every move, but the sound of hooves trotting on the frozen ground makes you snap out of it.

A carriage approaches from behind and stops beside you, the horse snorting and shaking off the snow from it's back. An elderly woman calls out: "Hello kind strangers, need a lift to the next inn? There's a snow storm rollin' in."

Above your heads clouds begin to swell up and turn dark grey. You kindly wave off the offer from the kind woman: "Thank you, but I think that won't be necessa-" - "Yes, thank you."

The doctor's quick intrusion makes you pout. What is it with him today? Is this even Trafalgar Law standing infront of you? Starting to wonder who he might lost a bet to, he motions you to climb up the carriage.

"Be careful, don't mess up my coat." - "You mean my ball gown.", he rolls his eyes to your comment, but can't hide the dimples forming in the corners of his mouth. Taken aback by that sudden touch on your hip he helps you heave yourself up on the vehicle.

Enjoying the ride, you in- and exhale deeply, with the cold now a bit more bearable. Glittering ice crystals float by in the air flow. You sway in your seat happily: "Ah, I know why I love winter." - "Mhm." The Captain grumbles and rests his head on his hand, his arm leaning onto the guard rail.

Curious you turn to him: "You don't like winter?" The vibe change made you worry, if not even a bit sad. Pensive he answers: "It's not of importance." You thought he would reply in a more harsh way, like shut up or it's none of your business.

Slowly you scoot over and gently prod against him: "Hey, look at this." He pulls himself together to see what you're up to. You reach out your hand and it only takes a few seconds for a snowflake to land in your palm. "Take a close look at the flakes. I sometimes imagine somebody up there in the sky forged these tiny crystals made of glass and drizzles them down to earth, only for us to see. Aren't they beautiful?"

His dark thoughts start to fizzle out again, seeing you this cheery only for a few snowflakes in your hand: "You are beyond help, (Y/n)-ya." This makes you laugh and watch attentively how the crystals melt into your palm.

The woman driving the carriage cackles: "What is a sweet couple like you looking for in Antra?" Both of your heads shoot up by that question. Too suprised you can only stutter flustered: "O-oh we're not a pair, he's my Captain." - "Oh! Pardon my quick conclusions, dearie."

By the looks of the man next to you it took him off guard just as much as you. The tip of his hat is pulled down to hide his face, as he takes in the frozen environment. Is he annoyed? You wonder.

Law on the other hand ponders to himself. This woman sitting next to him is clouding his mind and he doesn't like it. At all. Granted, he's satisfied with the fact you admitted to your inexplicable behaviour that night and the way you confessed it was your book, simply delightful.

What was he thinking? Trying to rid those thoughts he pinches the bridge of his nose. Out of all people, it has to be you.

[awfullydrawntoby]

ive never heard of them personally but do you know this one guy named fae and if so what do you think about him. very importsnt question

sigh

fae,,,,, gosh i love fae so much, like, not even joking i spend a good portion of everyday just thinking about him. he always makes me really happy n just gahhh, idk man, there's not a thing i wouldn't do for him. wait hold on i actually have a whole- gimme a sec.

rambled from three am toby under the cut

"OHHH MY GOD I LOVE FAE SO MUCH STIP HIS MADDNSS I LOVE HIM HES SO SILLY THEYRELUTWRALLY THE EVR IMG ONNA GRAHHHSAMBSAM DAMABKAANM

HES SO<3333

IM LITERALLY GOING INSANR (POTVE)

I THINK AOUT HIM ALL THE TIME CONTANTLY, EVERY HOUR OF EVERY DAY AND IT NEVR GETS ANNOHING I LOVE HKM HAJNANMA

ANDANDAND WHEN

BDNANAM

WHEN HE SAYS HE LOVES ME I GET SOSOSOSOSOOSOSOSOSO HAPPY I PHYSICALLY CANNOT CONTAIN IT. IVE GONE FULL HOURS SITTING COMPLETELY STILL BY MYSELF(THIS IS ALMOST NORMALLY IMPOSSIBLE) JUST THINKING ABOUT FAE. LIKE ??????

AND TALKING TO HIM HAS GIVEN ME A THINGNTO FO EVRY MORNING AND NIGHT AND JUST GASBAHAJAB(POSITIBE)

BEVAUSE I TWLL HIM TO SLEEP EVEYNIGHT(AND IT WORKS!!! SORT OF, I DONT CARE IM SO HAPPY.) AND THEN I GET TO SAY GOODMORNING EVERYMORNING TO THEM

WHICH IS MY FAVOITE PART OF THE DAY, IS WHEN I WAKE UP AND I SEE FAES MESSAGES ON MY SCREEN. I CANT CINTAIN HOW HAPPY I GET. I HAVE TO SHOVE IT DIEN WHEN I'M IN CLASS BECAUSE I DONT WANT PEOPLE TO THINK IM ON MY PHONE IN CLASS BECAUSE I THINK ABOUT HIM SH MUCH MY FACE HURTS FROM SMILINH SO HARD

GJCNNMCHTJB

SHHHHHHHHHHH. IM SO NORMAL IN THE NORMALEST EVER.

IM SO SO SO SO SO SO NORMAL ABOUT FAE. SOOOO NORMAL. IM JUST A NORMAL PERSON WHO THINKS NORMAL THOUGHTS ABOUT HIS NORMAL FRIEND.

i literally love fae so much this is so genuinly insane i dont inderstand how i can feel this much emotions into one person this is so crazy.

i dont unerstamd but thats okay bevause love fae so muc and i wann give him so many kisses, on his cheeks, forehead, i dont care i wanna give him kisses im literally so love him so much hes<3333

theyre luterally the silly evr im going insane chat. if i had the choice i would give everything i could to faeo love fae so much

im so love wit fae

hes so<3333333

&$*@;(!,( im goung inane i love hethem theyre so.

crying

sobbing

positvly i literally love fae so much

i fot so happy once because of hownuch i love fae i syatted fucking crying bevause i had weird realization that fae is actually a real fuckin person yhat o can avtivley speak yo whenevr i want

like holy shit just oh my gosh im o halpy what the actual uck how is fae a real human being

hes so him andi wanna kiss him all kver and make sure hesnokay. and make him food and make sure he sleep and keep him safe and andandnandandand yk im so normal about him i think im literally the normalest abojt fae hes so<3333333333333

hes so<3

,bdkandan

yeaim so awesome and norma chat this is sucha anktmal thing to do

butlike shoeabkdnalda im going crazy. fae is literally on my mind all day everyday im going insane. "

end scene.

and there's so much more i could say too but just gahhhh

[onlyonewoman]

Sometimes I feel like we forget how fast the world has changed in 34 years and how we keep forgetting that it's not really about the time, but the vast gap between what was possible in 1989 and 2023. I was 6 years old and probably doing some autumn themed stuff in kindergarten November 9th 1989, like gluing leaves on a paper or drawing mushrooms. It was a Thursday and I was too young to know about the Berlin wall or the fact that there were two Germanys. After all, I lived way up north in Europe and the first news from outside my country I can truly remember seeing, was the horrible Romanian orphanages with pictures of children kept basically in cages. I knew nothing about world wars or any wars for that matter and since my parents weren't metal fans, I obviously didn't know about a German band called Scorpions either. In 1989, I didn't know that the big map of Europe in my sister's geography book was about to change completely. The 90's recession hit hard and getting new books to schools wasn't easy, when thinking about how suddenly, we had 19(!) "new" countries instead of Soviet Union, East and West Germany and Czechoslovakia. Think about it! We went from these 4 countries: - Soviet Union - East Germany - West Germany - Czechoslovakia to 18: - Armenia - Azerbaijan - Belorussia (now Belarus) - Czech Republic - Estonia - Georgia - Germany - Kazakhstan - Kirgiziya (now Kyrgyzstan) - Latvia - Lithuania - Moldavia (now Moldova), - Russia - Slovakia - Tajikistan - Turkmenistan - Ukraine - Uzbekistan And then, barely 3 years later, when I was in third grade, the Yugoslavian war started and the maps in our then new Geography books went obsolete again. 1994, Internet wasn't yet a thing and we got classmates from countries we'd never heard of, learning that there was no longer a place called Yugoslavia, but in fact 6 to add to the increasing list: - Slovenia - Croatia - Bosnia - Herzegovina - Kosovo - Macedonia For a long, long time, these 24 countries were 5 and what little a kid would know about them, came in the shape of already obsolete world altas books and tv news we were too young to understand. Suddenly, many of us got new classmates from these new places and the names of Bosnia, Croatia and Slovenia especially stuck. We saw pictures from Sarajevo on the news and when we turned 12/13 and started 7th grade, our new history books had a picture of a smiling East German soldier and a smiling West German woman pouring champagne from the Berlin wall. Heavy metal wasn't popular anymore but everyone and their goldfish knew Scorpion's "Wind Of Change" from 1990: "The wind of change blows straight into the face of time Like a storm wind that will ring the freedom bell for peace of mind Let your balalaika sing what my guitar wants to say (say)

Take me (take me) to the magic of the moment On a glory night (a glory night) Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams (share their dreams) With you and me (you and me)" This is not my old ass trying to tell young people here on this hellsite about the past, but time and pace - and the dangers of taking democracy, peace and stability for granted. Never in my life had I imagined another full scaled war in Europe after the horrors of Yugoslavian wars. I TRULY believed the likes of Putin and Lukasjenko would see how pointless, reckless and just... bonkers a war in Europe would be in these times. I GENUINLY didn't think I'd be listening to news of Russian soldiers demolishing a peaceful neighbor in 2022. I NEVER anticipated a Brexit and the potential risks it means for Northern Ireland, where there's been a declared, official peace only since 2007. Well, what's the fucking point of this history rambling from a 40-year-old relic? you may ask. The answer is simple. My classmates' Sarajevo in 1994, is just an older version of your collegues, neighbors etc. coming from Ukraine 2022. That my wild hope for this atrocious genocide at least will end in another Haag Tribunal, like the one the murderers like the International Criminal Tribunal for the Former Yugoslavia. I want to see Putin and his lackeys put on trial like Slobodan Milošević, Ratko Mladić, Tihomir Blaškić and other war criminals in the Yugoslavian war. Putin is just like them and there is no forgiveness and no excuses, no reasons even remotely acceptable for his war crimes. The massacres in Butja and demolition and ransacking of Kiev is no different than the bombings of Sarajevo. The images are the same and I NEED you to understand how these types of war stems from the sick grandiosity minds of despotes living in the past, dreaming of ancient "glory" because they are small, insignificant men who can't bear the thought of being slighted. You ALSO need to understand why Europe as a whole was so wholly unprepared for this. It's because we, as every other human population on Earth, really can't bear to constantly think the worst of our neighbors. We thought the times of war on this scale were behind us, not because we're better than others - HELL NO! - but because most of us thought everyone realised there were more to lose in a war than could be gained. We didn't anticipate that for the likes of Putin, "Wind Of Change" was never a song about hope for a brighter future, but more like a song of mourning.

Putin was 38, two years younger than me when the Soviet Empire began to collaps and we overlooked his crushed dreams and need for revenge - and the price he was willing to pay himself to go for it. Volodymyr Zelenskyj is 5 years my senior, one year older than my big sister. I try picturing him in 1989 as an 11-year-old, sitting in a classroom somewhere in Ukraine at the same time as my sister did, 10 years old. How both of them in their respective language had geography lessons with suddenly obsolete maps and how what was merely a piece of information for my sister, was reality for Volodymyr. Volodymyr in 1989 had no idea he'd one day lead Ukraine through a war as horrendous as the one that would break out in Yugoslavia 3 years later.

This, my youngsters on this precious hellsite, is why you can't declare people over 25 out of touch or ignorant or unable to change as soon as we don't live up to whatever standard of Internet purity setting the mood for the day. I NEED YOU TO KNOW HOW MUCH THE WORLD HAS CHANGED! I need you to understand how difficult it is for a small human being to know which leg to stand on at times, that it's okay to be wrong and that walls will be built and torn down, old contries dying and new ones rising in their ashes in what a while later will seem like a blink of an eye. I don't have to imagine Volodymyr or my sister hearing Wind Of Change on the radio in two different countries, not knowing English well enough to understand the lyrics and definitely not knowing how much the world would change before their eyes. I don't have to, because I was there too, just a few years younger and still gluing autumn leaves on paper with my classmates in kindergarten. And at the same time, somewhere in Sarajevo, a girl who'd become my friend and classmate in 4th grade, didn't know she'd see her hometown bombed to ashes and move hundreds of miles away, learning a new, difficult language and read the same obsolete geography book as I did - with a map that didn't show her country.

I want, so bad, for you people here too young to remember this, to take a moment and realise the nothing but astonishing changes that have taken place long before any you were born and how slow the news traveled before the Internet. Don't take this as a scolding because it's absolutely NOT! This is me urging you to be more gentle with yourselves, your peers and older as well as younger people because while history does repeat itself, it rarely does it in the same place or the same pattern. Milosevic or Putin, Radic or Prigozjin - different names but still coldhearted murderers and just as Milosevic didn't get to erase Bosnia-Herzegovina and Sarajevo from the maps, there is just no alternative in any fucking world, that Putin should be allowed to erase Ukraine and it's cities and people and culture. To all of you who's first present day images from a war in the West were those from Butja and Kiev: talk to people you know who are in their 40's and older. They might be able to tell you about the Berlin wall, the Soviet Empire and how a German rock group wrote a song that would be significant for what people hoped for when I was still gluing leaves and learning the names of the months, miles and miles away from the place where people older than me were starting to literally tear a wall down. Stand with Ukraine, stand on the right side of history and don't forget how close the past is, even when times truly seem to spin faster than ever.