#we have literally no cushion anymore and don't know what to do

[koi-p0nd]

MOUTHWASHING X READER ONESHOTS.

Curly x GN Reader

Part 1?

“Come here, sunshine... Let me love you...”

(This is mostly just to polish up my one-shot/fanfic writing skills, don't expect that this will be continued sorry)

02:36. 02:36 in the goddamn morning on the ship and Curly was still up. Having ‘lost track of time’ while sitting in the cockpit and doing his work. Always that ¨lost track of time’ excuse whenever he was confronted by the others. Although the others would confront him about it he didn’t care much, only when you started to scold him about it. 

It was something in the way that you managed to get to him whenever giving him a scolding. He felt like a kid each time. But in an oddly good way.

“God forbid if they knew…” Curly thought to himself, knowing as to why he would feel like a child to your scoldings. He was smitten. So utterly in love it was disgusting. How could Curly let himself fall so hard for someone like them? 

It was lonely on the freighter after all. The only ones he could have any company with were his crew, only seeing them as friends. But you? Oh god… Why did Curly get all fuzzy at the thought of you even being nearby?

Knock knock!

Snapping out of his train of thought, Curly turned around in his seat, looking at the door as it hissed open quietly. Confused, wondering who in the hell it could be.

“Cap?” A voice called out quietly yet sternly. Oh. It’s you. 

Shit.

“Oh, uh… hey..” He replied back with a sheepish sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at you. Forcing an apologetic smile.

“Nevermind, get to bed.” You sighed, shaking your head dismissively while rubbing your eyes. “C’mon. Don’t need you to pass out.” 

Curly sighed, nodding his head. He knew it wasn’t any idea to protest. “Alright, just let me finish with this paper and I’ll come.” He responded quietly.

Quickly finishing up with the report, putting the papers and his pen away he eventually got up from his seat and walked over to the door where you stood. “Sorry, I-”

“-Lost track of time. Again?” You cut him off, raising a brow to look at the blonde captain in front of you. “Yeah... Right.” Curly grumbled in a sigh. “Again..” He echoed in a sheepish tone, unable to stop the guilty smile tugging at his lips. “Sorry.”

You just sighed, shaking your head dismissively one last time. “How about we just get out of here and get back to sleep while we still can, hm?” Curly seemed to perk up at that, gratitude taking over the sheepishness on his smile. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

~¤~

The quiet, soft sounds of the two walking down the halls of the ship. Quiet words leaving them in their discussion about something random, unrelated to any of their work on the ship. 

Curly missed those soft, gentle and quiet moments back at home. Not like he could really remember them anymore, but he felt nostalgic during these rare moments of the quiet late night conversations. 

The two made it out to the lounge, took a seat on the couch and looked at the late night- early morning time window screen. Sitting on the white cushions of the couch, tired eyes on the soft yet harsh light of the screen.

“Why are you like this?” You asked softly, breaking the quietness after several minutes of silently staring at the screen. 

“Like what?” Curly quizzed, gazing over to you with a raised brow and curious gaze. “Why are you forcing yourself to stay up so late?” The words left your tongue with that soft tone, yet laced with worry and annoyance at the same time.

“I-...” Curly trailed off, caught off guard by the question. He didn’t even know what to reply with. Not thinking that the question would be asked so soon. “I don’t know, actually.” He forced out after a few seconds. “I honestly don’t know.”

“Figure it out.” You said sharply, looking at Curly with narrowed eyes. “I’m getting tired of having to literally force and tuck you into bed like you’re a little kid.” 

“Ouch, that hurt.” The captain thought, the words from you stinging but true. 

“Oh, I didn’t know you felt like that-” He started, about to apologize before he got cut off.

“Curly, you’re a captain for crying out loud! You should be able to take proper care of yourself, you’re a grown man after all!” You scoffed, hands rubbing your eyes. “Get yourself together and get to bed when everyone else does.” 

He was baffled. Not expecting such blunt, harsh words from you. His mouth opened but no sounds or words left him.

“This is the last time I’m telling you. If I find you or find out that you’ve been staying awake this late, I will fucking loose it.” Curly just watched as you walked off after saying that. Guilt and shame started to form in the pits of his stomach. Why did he feel so bad…?

[hyenalope]

hey all. i know i have like two followers and a shoelace, but money is REALLY tight rn for me and the fam (and our cats) for reasons i'd rather not get SUPER into that were outside of our control (other family members leading us on about when we'd be getting money and us expecting that money and then not getting it, you get the picture)

not kidding when i say this my mom and i (the two primary incomes in our four person household rn) currently have probably less than $100 between us. so seriously, genuinely, in this case, ANY little bit you can toss my way helps so much.

kofi | venmo @/hyenalope | cashapp $hyenalope

[princeoftheeternalbog]

Really sleepy and so like sleeping with you headcannons lets go

I'm not sure half of these are even on the same vibe so uhm like do with that what you will, this is so long and it's atrocious but oh well. Also sorry if its ooc😻

I think maybe one line of suggestive in Franky's and Namis.

I feel like i forgot someone tbh..

Luffy

Sleeps anywhere and everywhere but sleeps better and longer next to you. Thus he is obsessed with sleeping with you and whenever he wants to sleep now you have no choice you must take sleep too. He snores and drools but that's kind of a win because then he doesn't care if you do yk? Loves taking naps with you and it's a way he likes to connect with you. Always kisses you before you sleep and after you wake up. He's so comfortable to lie next to because he's so squishy and he holds you in like every way possible because he doesn't have to worry about circulation being cut off or anything.

Zoro

Again he will sleep literally anywhere. He sleeps like a log but somehow you are the only person able to wake him up, Robin theorises it's his observation haki keeping an eye on you but whatever it is you are Zoros designated alarm clock. However, there is about a 30% chance that when you wake him up, he will just snatch you to cuddle and go back to sleep. You cannot escape his hold and if you keep trying to wake him up he'll just bite you(gently) idk he's feral. Depends on his schedule if he's comfortable or not, usually when he's bulking up he's squishier and it's nice to cushion your head on.

Sanji

Never naps and it's so alarming. How does he survive on like 6 hours everyday we will never know. Anyways he's very clingy when he's sleepy but in like a 'I don't want to bother you so I'll just sit over here looking really forlorn', just take the man to bed. Is somehow so comfy to sleep with it's actually annoying because after a certain point you just can't sleep alone anymore. Always tucks you in if you don't get up at the same time as him and he'll leave little snacks and drinks on your bedside table for when you do wake up. Sanji has a more lean muscly build so it's more comfortable to have him lie on top of you and he is not complaining in the slightest.

Nami

Loves cuddling in the winter, hates it in the summer. She's really sensitive to the temperature yk it's that innate sense of the weather, so when it's hot she is hot. But she really likes being able to touch you, so after a certain point she just forces franky to install(invent) air conditioning and it makes the summer so much more bearable. After this there's no escape, you will be cuddling every night (unless boundaries yk). She always tries to convince you stay in bed in the morning...and it always works. She's very persuasive okay. Lets you use her as a pillow, like her chest or thighs or tummy, she just wants to be next to you.

Usopp

Really shy about sleeping with you the first time. Only the first time. After that well lets just say you created a monster. He's really good at telling when you need a nap, especially when you won't admit it. He just subtly ushers you to a comfy spot and then oh what a surprise your eyes are getting really heavy and hm Usopp wouldn't mind if you leant on him for a bit and then snoreville. He thinks you're so pretty when you're sleeping because you look so peaceful and relaxed, so even if he's not tired he will always agree to a nap. He will carry you to bed. And he's so casual about it too, I guess because you're not like watching him directly so he's just like really chill.

Robin

Actually has a nap schedule with her sleep schedule, she usually takes a very short one after lunch because her power can be quite draining and so once you find this out it's just a big cuddle session which she loves. She tends to keep you to a sleep schedule too but she won't force you if you are really insistent on staying up, but she will say I told you so when you're grumpy and feel sick the next day. So lovely to sleep with, she barely moves, never hogs the blanket, doesn't snore and somehow always stays very cool even in the summer. She also always makes sure you get into bed safely if you're drunk or ill, even if she is too, she really cares about you.

Franky

I won't lie...he builds himself an entire like cushion add-on thing so you can comfortably sleep next to him. He looks like a giant marshmallow man it's so funny. But also it's so cute because he takes your comfort so seriously and he runs multiple tests to make sure it's the absolute comfiest he can be for you. Loves naps but absolutely adores actual bedtime because of the whole like rituals and because he knows he doesn't have to get up in like an hour. Sometimes he will seriously overwork into the night, but on those occasions it's fairly easy to coax him to bed(😚). Also he wears one of those stupid scrooge hats tbh. And yes he says super in his sleep.

Brook

Really insecure about sleeping together because he thinks he'll be uncomfortable to lie next to or cuddle :(. On the other hand, you're also really worried because you don't want to accidentally hurt him while he's asleep, so for the first few months you sleep in beds that are close enough to hold hands instead. Eventually when you both become comfortable with the idea, you end up sleeping together almost every night and you occasionally nap together too. He wears really soft padded pajamas to make sure you're comfy. It's surprisingly more comfy to sleep next to him than you thought it would be.

I won't lie sometimes you do shit yourself waking up and seeing a skeleton.

Jinbei

So responsible, absolutely will stop you from napping if it's too close to bedtime. He knows sleep is important but he also knows a routine is important...and he can't bear watching you sleep alone so if you mess up your schedule then you're messing up his. This also works for if you try to stay up late too, he'll straight up snatch you off the ground and just carry you to bed no matter how much you complain. Really good cuddler, like really good. He always knows how much pressure to use while holding you and when you want more or less contact, knows when you need extra blankets, when you want to sleep in a hammock instead of a bed. He's got a sixth sense for your sleeping habits (read: he's desperately in love with you).

Law

Really grumpy about it. And really shy. Also he's a hypocrite, he'll stay up working till early hours of the morning but if you dare even try he's stood there staring at you like the mf eyes of notre dame. He always wants to cuddle but absolutely despises asking so again he just stares, you can always tell though because his ears go really red. Once you're in the bed though he's suddenly mr suave i will arrange everything, he will literally pick you up to manoeuvre you both into a better sleeping position and doesn't even bat an eye. He will nap but you have to trick him into it, he secretly loves it and lets you do it even when he knows what's happening.

Kidd

Needs like 15 million blankets to sleep. Uses one of said 15 million blankets to wrap you up like a burrito if you refuse to come sleep/nap with him. But actually it kinda does hurt his feelings so you can make up for it by playing with his hair until he falls asleep. Loves napping, he's like an overgrown cat and he'll sleep literally anywhere. But if it's anywhere other than his or yours (or killers) room he somehow? manages? to scowl? in his sleep? Yeah I don't know but it just stops his crew from messing with him because he looks so angry. Like Zoro he will literally just snatch you if you're in his vicinity, like you walk past for two seconds and then suddenly your vision flips and you're just stuck in this iron grip. He won't let you go and the crew just walk past you too.

Killer

You literally don't sleep together until you've been dating for like a fucking year. He really values his privacy and you really respect it which culminates in neither of you asking for such a long time that you both forget its a common couple thing. Until someone asks why you don't sleep together and then you guys are like huh idk and then that's the day you finally do. He's a good cuddler but he's a blanket hogger and you have to braid his hair before bed or it will end up in your mouth. On the plus side, he will make and leave breakfast or coffee (or anything you want) on your bedside table if he wakes up first. Also he always picks the best bedsheets and eventually buys two quilts so you can at least have some blanket when he snatches it all.

Ace

Naturally runs like a furnance and is hell to sleep next to in the summer. But he gets really grumpy if you dont sleep next to him so the crew make you suck it up I'm sorry. Literally you're like clawing at the walls as they throw you in and lock the door. Anyways he's a really good cuddler and so comfy to sleep with, and he always takes naps with his head in your lap. He loves to have you sleep on him too because he loves to look at your face and stroke you hair, idk he likes being slow with you even though he's really energetic. Being naturally sleepy and like a little radiator also tends to make the people around him sleepy so you two are banned from working next to each other because you both just end up napping.

Marco

He doesn't sleep a lot because well he doesn't really need to. But he adores sleeping with you. It's one of his like favourite 'bonding' activities, especially if you haven't been able to be alone for a while, he just loves being that close and the intimacy of sleeping in each others beds. On another note he's obsessed with making your bed really comfy because as a doctor he knows sleep hygiene is important and as a bird...well yk...nest. He's not shy about it but don't tease him because it will hurt his feelings and he won't tell you to save your feelings, beautiful sweet man that he is. LOVES a good nap/cuddle especially in the winter, if you both have spare time he just bundles you both in a big fluffy blanket and just exists with you for a bit.

Izou

He is surprisingly a really undignified sleeper, which is why you don't sleep in the same room for months when you first get together😭. When you finally do, you wake up with his arm in your face, his hair is everywhere, there's a pillow across the room, the blanket is somehow under the bed, you're just like wtf how. And Izou is just (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿◡⁠`⁠). But he gets better over time because his brain becomes more aware of your presence as you become more important to him and then bedtime settles into comfy chaos. Pillows still end up everywhere but he is now your cushion so you don't really care. He doesn't really nap anywhere that's not his room but if you do then he carries you to bed :).

[physalian]

How to subtly show the passage of time in your narrative

For instances where actual concrete numbers would be either jarring or unrealistic for your characters to know, like if they’re castaways in a remote region, prisoners of war, under house arrest and unable to access technology, or any other situation where a character cannot ground themselves in a reliable timeline. Or simply in fantasy settings that don't tell time in concrete numbers.

Giving your readers actual numbers can be jarring, whether it’s explicit measurements of things that invites readers to do the math that you might not have (thus risking plot holes), looking out of place in your narrative style, or giving numbers your characters realistically wouldn’t know.

Things like a 60lb bag of dog food, or an 8ft ladder, or a 2 liter bottle are different. Those are common measurements most people come across in conversation or otherwise. Taking an aside to make sure your readers know that a kiddie wagon is 3.5 feet long is… weird. Unless the story demands that, for some reason, this measurement is critical knowledge.

Passage of time is the same, and even more prone to potential plot holes. If you’re writing a story where time is critical, like characters are on a mission and timing must be perfect, then lacking numbers would be strange.

Anything else, though, and in the real world, we estimate all the time. “It’ll take maybe 45 mins” we say, not “it’ll take maybe 36 mins”.

But if you’re in a situation where characters don’t have clocks and calendars, their estimates should be broader and broader and more hyperbolic. “Talking for hours” “sleeping for days” etc. Otherwise, how do they have an exact sense of how much time has passed, and why is a specific number important? Readers can tell when a character or narrator is being hyperbolic.

If you want to get even more vague and subtle, you can either have characters notice environmental details, or clue the reader in without characters even knowing.

I think I’ve mentioned this already, but my go-to here for cases that last months is characters commenting on how long their hair has gotten, or the narration saying something like, “their hair has grown out over their eyes”.

But there’s a bunch of others

How thick the dust is on their surroundings

If the leaves on the trees have changed colors, grown back in, or fallen off

How long their fingernails are

How chipped nail polish has become

How nasty bruises have faded and changed colors

How much weight they’ve lost or gained

How much mold is on bread, or how much food has been eaten or rotten

How many cobwebs/spiderwebs have appeared

How desiccated the corpses of frogs or lizards have become

How grey their hair is, or their dog’s fur

How many weeds are growing in the sidewalk or in the gutters of their house

How many leaves are covering the lawn

How faded paint has become

How far natural roots have grown out, or hair dye has faded

All of those tend to be a more negative passing of time so here’s some lighthearted ones

How full the refrigerator door has become with children’s drawings

How cluttered the dresser is now with family photos

How worn a favorite pair of jeans/shoes or sweater is

How big kittens or puppies have grown

How many baby clothes don’t fit anymore

How many gummy fingerprints are all over the sliding glass doors

How worn the couch cushions are

How the floor is all scratched from dog nails or toy wheels

How much fur is everywhere

No matter what, even if characters do have clocks and calendars at the ready, you can still be subtle about it. Yet another example of showing, instead of telling, in about the same amount of words.

[bigfan-fanfic]

A Former Park Ranger and a Full Moon (Gender Neutral!Reader x Ryan Lucan)

Ryan Lucan with a cuddly werewolf s/o

body horror trigger with a transformation description - very short

"Are you sure you wanna stay tonight?"

"Of course! I wouldn't leave you now." Ryan chuckles. "Especially not now that we know you won't hurt me."

You sigh and kiss him, instinctively pushing your face into his neck and inhaling, the honey-and-citrus smell of his aftershave filling your nose.

"I would never hurt you."

"I know that," he answers easily. "But you have to admit, there's a difference between knowing that academically and having a six foot wolf looking at you."

"Fine. Point taken."

Ryan doesn't use his old forest cabin very much anymore, since he stopped being a park ranger after Gabe.

But it became a perfect cover for you each full moon. Because what's more natural than an outdoorsy man like Ryan taking you out camping once a month or so?

Besides, lately the wolf in you has become much more clingy. In the first times Ryan went out with you, you'd avoid him all night in wolf form, hunting and returning just before you reverted to your natural form.

But lately the wolf likes being around Ryan.

Maybe it comes from some kind of instinct to be around Ryan in your human life - like the wolf recognizes him as a mate of sorts.

But that also sounds like something out of a very raunchy fanfic and you'd like not to have it in your head when you turn.

"Do you think you'll be hungry tonight?" Ryan wonders. There's a freezer of meat at the cabin he can let thaw to feed you with so that you don't have to hunt and risk alerting some kind of environmental watch to your presence.

Maybe that's why the wolf has become so docile. Is your boyfriend literally domesticating you?

"I think I'll be okay." you mumble. Ryan smiles.

"We're almost there, hon."

He's practically carrying you into the cabin when you get there - the change is imminent.

"I think I see some whiskers already." Ryan chuckles, playfully sweeping his finger along your cheek before setting you down on the cushion.

You give a huge yawn and he grins, gently pulling a blanket over you and locking the door he couldn't before with his hands full of you.

The change is rapid, but not instant. Just long enough for him to hear the unpleasant sound of muscle and bone popping and rearranging and altering and re-fusing until the giant wolf take up most of the room.

"Hey, bud." Ryan chuckles, kneeling down and letting your wolf nuzzle him and smell the honey-and-citrus. It chuffs and nearly knocks him over to scent more and then playfully licks his face.

Ryan's pinned down but tries not to act like it, smacking your flank to get you to move off of him.

The wolf doesn't let him out of its sight, even when it rests its head on its paws and settles in the middle of the room. The moment he goes towards the kitchen, the wolf lets out a warning growl and pads over to keep watch.

Ryan just chuckles and quickly grinds up some meat with high antioxidant herbs that a wolf in the wild would probably consume for digestion - another benefit of having a former park ranger boyfriend as a wolf is that he's well aware of a natural wolf diet.

But once you've eaten and he's made something quick for himself, he finally hunkers down, stripping down to moisture wicking compression shorts and lying on the couch.

He gives a sigh. "Alright. Have at it."

The wolf gives a deep, sonorous bark and rears up, placing itself atop him and burying its snout in his neck.

He's able to wriggle his arms out so he can rub the wolf and not be fully trapped, but he's still pinned under dense fur and a huge animal, hence the compression shorts - it gets hot and sweaty under a wolf very quickly.

The wolf falls asleep fast, comforted by good food and being in close proximity to Ryan.

Ryan knows that you'll be restless and active tomorrow - unused energy from the wolf translating back over, but it's all worth it the moment you change back.

Because suddenly the dense fur and heavy weight is gone and he's cuddling his very human love, and happy for the more familiar weight and feel.

And you just look at him with so much love when you wake up human that he kisses you deeply and professes his love as though it were the first time all over again.

One of these full moons, your transformation may end with a ring...

[beaniemoon]

Uppermoon Headcannons - Their Weak Points to Their Darling

This is my first actual post that I personally wrote so... Pls don't judge

Warnings: 18+ Content (mentioned), Swearing

Muzan

I'm sorry but I cannot say he isn't hot

So this guy is very possessive and I swear do not mess with him unless you want to lose the ability to walk for weeks to come

BUT even the mighty Muzan Kibutsuji has his weak spots

For instance, when you play with his hair after an absolutely fucked-up week I tell you he will enjoy it

Or when you just... do as he says without complaining and all that shit and he will slightly appreciate it

He would be softer to you than to others but don't get your hopes up... He shall punish you very badly if you misbehave (which is what you do all the time lol)

Since you're his precious doll he will not kill you (fortunately) and will leave bites and hickeys all over you

I swear don't reject them, you'll regret it

For all those Muzan lovers out there I have one thing to tell you: If you behave you shall be blessed with the ability to stay alive in his presence

I swear to God this man is easy to enrage

So be careful, kay?

Kokushibo

My fav Boyyyy

First things first: he is an elegant gentleman that will not hurt his darling without reason (like Muzan)

So you can be more playful with him :)

He makes the best food ever and please reassure him that you love him because my guy is insecure

He will melt even if you give him the smallest of things, such as holding his hand, hugging his waist (I'm sorry but he is TALL), and small kisses on his face

He can get possessive, but only when he feels that being so is necessary to get you to stap with your bullshit

Overall he is a nice guy once you get to know him and I am not lying when I say he is a good cushion to snuggle in

PS he will punish you for your stupidities but will take good care of you afterwards

(Because he doesn't want to lose you, obviously)

@koku-shibou

Douma

Y'all know who this is?

This is the most sadistic person you shall ever encounter in your life

Change my mind

Anyways his soft spots would probably be your aggressiveness, because so far everyone worships him and he doesn't get that often from a human

He finds it cute, how you’re trying so hard to reject him but epically failing

Will tease you till you lose your mind

Will punish you if for no reason because he is a bitch

Sugar Daddy

For all the girls out there that simp him, y’all better be sex-resistant

Cause otherwise you will never be able to leave the bed ever again

Akaza

Lol he looks like he’s proposing

If you’re a girl, prepare for his protectiveness to go from zero to a million

If you’re a guy, prepare for a nice but aggressive guy

Imma go with the female half first because I’m a girl

So basically he will give you literally everything you want without spoiling you one bit

Bento? Ya got bento

Rice balls? You don’t need to ask twice

He is probably the safest boyfriend for girls because you’ll never have to fear him

For guys? Not so safe anymore are we

All I have to say to the male Akaza lovers is that you have to be strong

Cause otherwise you’re gonna get hacked to bits

Hantengu

This guy, your boyfriend?

I honestly do not see this as okay, since he’ll be scared even if you’re within two meters from him

But I guess he can use some love…

Weak spots for you? Everything

I seriously don’t have much to say to this…

Sekido

Possessive man

He’s very hot though

He’ll calm down if you behave and do as he says

Don’t be an idiot unless you wanna get zapped

He has a chill side, don’t worry

As long as you’re alone, he’ll be nice

Just make sure the others aren’t going to barge in on one of your kissing sessions, it really pisses him off

Karaku

He is pleasure itself

He doesn’t have weak points to you cause… you know

Maybe he’ll be chill and less cheery with you sometimes

I do not think that he has weak points

I mean, do we need him to have some? I don’t think so…

Urogi

Literally same as Karaku

Doesn’t need weak points to be better

He already heaven

Just watch out for his claws

Aizetsu

Cute boy will be happy with you

His weak points? You

His soft spot? You

His body pillow? You

He is the babysitter supreme

If you want him to stay good though, you gotta reassure him that you’ll always love him

Because like Kokushibo he is insecure

So be nice, Kay?

Zohakuten

My fav clone!!

As we all know, he is possessive and aggressive like he always was

Dirty mouth

But with you? Perhaps a bit softer

He will stroke your hair with you straddled in his lap

His look would soften if you look at him with your cute, curious eyes

Smile at him, he’ll feel less hatred

If someone interrupts you, they dead by next morning

Overall he’s gonna take care of you slightly roughly, but he’s nice

Gyokko

I don’t like him

Narcissist

So I’m gonna leave him

Gyutaro

He would be much softer with you than with anyone else in this wretched world

Except for Daki

His weak spot? Your kindness

You’re so sweet and kind to him every time you smile at him his brain just goes *malfunction*

If you sing “Scars to Your Beautiful” to him he will cry

Happily, of course

He loves you and will always hold on to you no matter what

You are his ray of sunshine, no way he’s letting you go

Will turn you into a demon because he wants you by his side forever

You’re not seeing any other man

Ever again

Daki

No

Just No

Like HAIL NAH

In short, her weak spots count: zero

Kaigaku

I think he will sing that song Bowser sang

He is sweet

Yes he is do not reject

So y’all know how he’s an asshole to literally everyone? He won’t be to you

He likes going to peach trees with you and just sitting there and eating peaches is very precious to him

Likes it when you sing

Will not let you out of his sight

He is possessive because he is an asshole

But the good way

Get him some peaches and he’ll be happy

You can mess with him all you want, the most he’s gonna do is fuck you nicely

Hehe

I fell off the topic so bad I now hate myself…

I hope y’all enjoyed it!!

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Emotional pain | {DouKaza}

Theme: Angst+Fluff

Note: Manga spoilers<3

Have you ever felt guilty for something at an excrutiating level, to the point you feel that you can no longer live, no longer feel and you go numb, not wanting to live, anymore, just wanting to end everything? And yet, you don't know why. You don't know why you feel like that, you could never understand yourself, but you still—still—feel so fucking guilty. 

Douma sat with his head buried in his hands, wishing he could rid of this ache in him, wanting to understand what the hell he'd done to make himself feel like this. 

Footsteps, quiet, familiar.

He turned.

"Akaza-dono?" 

Uppermoon three stood at the doorway, his arms crossed, eyebrows raised. "Didn't know you spent your free time crying," he said.

"I'm not crying!" Douma protested. 

Akaza sighed and walked forward, untangling his arms and reaching out, wiping Douma's cheek was strange tenderness. "You're crying. You literally have tears staining your cheeks," he said, showing him the tear drop he'd gotten on his finger.

Douma reached up and rubbed at his eyes. "No... I just got something in my eye," he said, pouting.

"Whatever you say."

"Why are you here, Akaza-dono?" he asked, tilting his head.

"Because the sun rose and this place had to be the only close shelter," Akaza said, rolling his eyes. "Just my luck."

Douma beamed. "We can spend time together!" he said.

"Fuck no, I'm not spending any time with you." Akaza turned abruptly. "I was planning to not even talk to you but I heard someone crying."

"I wasn't crying," Douma whined. Then remembered why he had been and said, quietly for he was afraid Akaza would only call him stupid, "Akaza-dono, do you know why I feel guilty?"

Akaza paused in his tracks. "Guilty? Of what?" 

"I'm not sure," he admitted. "But it hurts."

The shorter Uppermoon turned. "Hurt? How?"

Douma placed a hand to his chest, pressing slightly. "Like pain that wasn't there but hurt a lot," he murmured. "I could tell, only, that it was guilt. I... don't know why, or how, or what happened, or anything. Only... what."

"Oh." Akaza blinked. "Do you have any idea why? Did you recently do something regrettable?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. 

Douma shook his head. "If I did, I wouldn't know. I never know." He looked down. 

Akaza sighed, moving forward until they stood face to face. "Listen, guilt is like a form of regret that comes if you did something you felt you shouldn't have or if you didn't do something when you felt you should've. Something like that. Might not be obvious to you since you're a dumbass, but try thinking about if you know anytime that might fit my description." 

Douma nodded, sitting down on the cushion he always sat on while he spoke to his patients, except this time he was the patient being spoken to, helped.

Akaza sighed and sat down as well, figuring nothing bad would come out of this anyways. Besides, if he made Douma realize how to understand emotions maybe he would stop bothering the shit out of him.

And so he waited in silence, the only sound in the room was their breathing which came out soft and quiet, even in the silence.

Akaza started counting the seconds, his boredom getting the best of him. 

When he got to around four hundred and seventy two, Douma spoke up, his voice loud and startling both of them. 

"Sorry," Douma said, lowering his voice to a near whisper to fit the silence that had spread across the two of them.

"Mm, did you figure anything out?" Akaza asked. He was curious, although he'd never admit that.

"Well, there was this woman... Her name was Kotoha. I dunno... I kept her with me for a bit but later she found out I was a demon and ran away and I killed her and she dropped her child off a cliff." Douma shrugged. "That's all I can think of. Well, I've always wondered what would happen if I had emotions. People say they would feel horrible if they killed someone or if their parents died or anything like that, but I never felt anything when all of that happened for me." He sighed. "I don't konw, Akaza-dono. I can't figure anything out." 

Akaza stared at him. "Why did you kill the woman?" he asked completely ignoring everything else.

"Because she ran away?" Douma said, confused. "Why not?"

"She's a woman!! She didn't do anything wrong!! Besides, I'm sure she would be devestated to know she dropped her child," Akaza said, crossing his arms. 

"Huh? But... she was a human?" Douma said.

"And?" 

They stared at each other for a beat before Akaza sighed.

"Fine, we'll drop that topic. Why did you keep the woman with you?" he asked.

"She was pretty! And really cheerful." Douma smiled, reminising in the memories. "I sometimes feel like I shouldn't have killed her. But I don't know if it's guilt. She was just good company."

Akaza rolled his eyes. "Clearly you have no experience in emotions despite living for over a century. A normal person would feel horrible if they killed someone they enjoyed spending time with. And what you said about your parents dying, they'd feel bad for not doing anything. Unless they didn't give a fuck about them, of course," he said, lifting a shoulder in a half shrug.

"...Okay," Douma said, nodding. "So maybe that's it? But then... why's it so... intense?"

"Why's what?" 

"The guilt? Or whatever." He looked down. "Will it go away?" 

Akaza shook his head. "It might go away, it might not. Depends on if you will still care."

Douma nodded again, closing his eyes. Fuck it wouldn't go away. It appeared less, now, as if he understanding it better could bring him to feel better as well. But it wasn't gone. 

"You alright?" Akaza asked as Douma's facial expression contorted to one of pain. 

The slight concern hidden in his voice brought the rainbow eyes to open and he looked up, nodding stiffly.

"I'm scared, Akaza-dono," he mumbled.

"Why?"

"I don't understand anything. I don't like this." His voice was so meek, small, so contrasting to everything he'd ever done.

And it made Akaza pity him. Sort of. 

He stood, then, sitting next to Douma and placing a hand on his back.

"Listen, sure, we're demons, but everyone needs some time to understand shit and learn. You'll understand eventually and it's not like you haven't functioned before without understanding. I just... don't stress it, it's annoying and you're going to keep asking me for help, probably. Whatever you regret, it's in the past and you can't change that." Akaza paused, then, his mind flashing him everything he regretted, too fast for him to comprehend but slow enough for him to notice. He sighed. "Whatever happened just try not to let it happen again."

Douma nodded slowly. "Okay... That makes sense," he said, turning to look at the Uppermoon. "Thank you, Akaza-dono." He smiled, an action that looked so much more genuine than normal and made Akaza's heart flutter with something he'd never admit to even himself. 

"Sure, whatever," he said, slipping off the cushion and standing. "I'm going to go find a room to stay in here. Don't talk to me anymore."

"Okay!" Douma said, a lot more cheerfully than before. 

Akaza gave him a slight smile then wandered out the door and into the halls, his mind stuck on the image of Douma's smile.

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A little explanation to Douma's silly guilt:

Mostly, I was thinking, he felt guilty for not being able to feel bad or feel anything and react properly about anything

He'd been helping his patients and had been hit with a sudden thought that people poured out their emotions to him and he responded with more or less a lie and a half hearted sorry to hear that and he felt bad about that, but he didn't realize since he'd been doing it his whole life and had never realized it wasn't really normal 

[seramilla]

Velvette is worried that she won't be a good mom

The first time Kiki suggested to Velvette she might be pregnant, Vevlette hadn't believed her. Velvette hadn't been feeling sick, or having any weird cravings, and nothing about her body feels any different, other than the fact that she wants to be held all the fucking time. Which isn't that strange, if she thinks about it; she's always been cuddly with Clara and Kiki, and only them.

Except she gets even crankier than usual when Clara can't hold her because she has to leave for work. Velvette's been taking more and more personal days off, to stay home with Kiki, who is usually only on shift a few nights a week. Kiki has also been a lot more accomodating to Velvette lately...maybe that should have been the first sign something more is going on.

She doesn't believe Kiki the second, third, or fourth time she tells her she's pregnant, either. But the fifth time, when Velvette demands to be held, and even Kiki is getting frustrated, because she has a tour starting the next day, Kiki forces her to believe it.

Kiki is tired of treating Velvette with kid gloves. Velvette is getting past the point of no return; she's going to start showing soon, and she needs to acknowledge the truth.

"There's no maybe about it anymore, Vel," Kiki says, point-blank, not trying to skirt around the truth anymore. "I can smell it, sense it, feel it all over you. You're like an oven on fire to my succubus senses. You have a baby cooking in there! Probably more than one!"

"But that's fucking impossible!" Velvette shouts, stomping her foot like a god-damned child. She doesn't mean to be emotional -- but this is quite literally the scariest fucking thing she's ever been told. And she's right -- it shouldn't be possible! Not for mortal souls.

"Well, apparently it is, because you are!"

"Don't say that!" Velvette squeaks, like she's about to cry. "How am I supposed to react to something like this, Kiki? How am I supposed to tell Clara? Whose it it, anyway?"

"All of us...somehow," Kiki says, as if that explains anything. "You're in Hell, sweetie. Stranger things have happened with lust magic."

Velvette collapses on the couch in the guest room. She flings herself across the leather cushions, and buries her face in the pillows. She screams into the fabric, catches her breath, and then screams again, at the top of her lungs.

"How?!" Velvette screams. "How did this fucking happen?!"

"Maybe you're more receptive to it, than most," Kiki says, but that still answers zero of Velvette's questions.

"What am I gonna do, Keek?" Velvette asks, tears and snot starting to form inside her face. Satan, she hates crying. It makes her look so weak and ugly. Kiki senses her distress, and moves onto the couch, until Velvette is in her lap. "I can't be a fucking mom. I don't even fucking like kids!"

"Well," Kiki says, slowly, contemplatively, "you could always have an ab--"

"Don't even say that word to me," Velvette responds abruptly, shutting Kiki down. "Maybe if it was some fucking loser's baby. But there is no way I would ever kill off any part of you and Clara, even if it's a little crotch goblin inside me. Out of the fucking question."

"Well," Kiki says, out of ideas, "then you have no other choice but to...keep it? Them?"

Velvette rolls over in her lap. She buries her face so deep in Kiki's neck, she is practically melding to the succubus' skin.

"I'm scared, Keek," Velvette says again, to emphasize it, because she really fucking is. "I don't know the first thing about this shit."

"First thing to do is tell Clara," Kiki says, threading her fingers through Velvette's loose, curly locks. She loves it so much when Velvette wears her hair down. Literally and figuratively. "Then we should probably tell Carmilla...get her advice."

That gets a groan out of Velvette, one that is both long and extremely pained in its intensity. "Nooooo.....not heeerrrrrr."

"Do you have any better ideas?"

"....No."

"Didn't think so. Let's go break the news to Clara. Deal with that mess. Then let's go talk to dear ol' 'Mom'."

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #309

Git yer boots on!!! We goin' on a walk!!!

…Or… rather… I took video of a walk I went on for you. Because I can't actually go on a walk with you. Which sucks, but… I'll make do with what I've got.

Unlike the videos of the drive to Great Barrington, I kept the sound on so you could hear the birds and the wind and the rustling leaves. I speak at a few points. But fair warning… I had to walk around looking like this:

...So now we can both be "cyborgs". I do not care. Even if the one lady I passed on the trail with her dog laughed at me (you'll catch it if you listen for it... sigh...) probably because I looked strange, I do not care; I'm too busy trying to create something beautiful for you to care about the opinions of people who couldn't possibly understand.

...I wrote recently about looking through each other's eyes, and... I can't exactly do that literally with you. But... I can give you an approximation by centering the lens of the GoPro between my eyes. So that is what I did.

I used the one of the mittens of my hat to try to cushion my face against the camera and to straighten the camera out, but uh... my nose is still VERY squashed to my face and impossible to breathe through. And yes, one of my eyes is also not usable. And also my glasses weren't usable, because obviously.

So... I couldn't see very well, and I had to breathe through my mouth with the braces in my face the whole time. And that's... definitely audible, even though I tried to breathe quietly (hence, the tremble you might notice; I'm not out of breath, I'm just trying and failing to be quiet).

...My breathing does sound a little weird because the camera is so close to my face. If it bothers you, by all means do turn the sound off; there are captions for the parts in which I speak, so you don't have to worry. I will try to figure out a way to stop the thing from squashing my nose next time so that it isn't a problem.

...Because there will be a next time. I don't know when, but it'll happen. I decided it. I just gotta arrange things a little better. I'll figure something out.

Anyway, here; you might have to check back later before it's visible, but... this is the link:

Today was otherwise relatively uneventful.

I made one of my favorite teas, though!! Check it out!

...Starbucks doesn't own Tazo anymore (which I only found out recently!), and so I can get it now, at least as far as I know! 😄 I wasn't getting this tea for a while because Starbucks seems to be generally against workers' rights to negotiate for fair employment terms; I don't wanna give money to a company like that if I can avoid it! But now they are not an obstacle!!!

I wish I could give to you the scent and flavor of this one; it's absolutely fucking dazzling! Alas; the best I can do is give you a couple pictures...

...I wish I could share this with you. There's so many things I wish I could share with you. But... I'll do what little I can, and hope that it's enough.

Not too long after this, I went on a walk on the trails with J. I didn't take video during that walk, but I did get a few neat pictures for you:

...Do you suppose if I go through the impossible archway in the photo above, it'll bring me to you? Hahaha...

...I know, I know. I'm just kidding. Haha...

J and I ran an errand after that. He had to do some things at the little airport, and he wanted company, so I accompanied him! I took the little video for you of my solo walk after I got home from that.

...And then it was sunset. I got a couple more pictures... I thought the sky looked a lot like you today...

...Do you have to wonder why I think the sky looks like you...?

...

...I hope the skies you fly in are kind to you...

...

I got to watch some more Trinity Blood with one of my friends from this space today!! I had a really great time doing that; Mr. Abel is so much like you it's almost uncanny. You'll have to see how he speaks to others sometime in order to see what I mean. I think you'll like him a lot.

...May you view him, and then view yourself with a kinder lens. Give it a try, okay?

...For now, though, I'm pretty tired. So I'm gonna stop writing now.

I love you. And I'm eager to see what tomorrow brings, so that I'll have another reason to write to you.

Please stay safe...

Your friend, Lumine

[alieinthemorning]

An Addition to Change [Gojo Satoru]

Content: Depressed Reader, Depressed Gojo Satoru, Young Fugshiguro Megumi, Depression, Change, Fluff, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, AU: No Curses, Not Beta Read

Pronouns: None

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Direct Continuation of: Tears of the Strongest

Change is something that Satoru did a lot. He changed his clothes, furniture, cars and even house at a whim. Often times, he'd have at least 5 outfit changes in a day, there would be movers in and out the house replacing furniture, he'd come home with a new car and about every 1-2 years you'd be moving to a new place.

And you'd just gone along with it all.

But this?

This was a bit much.

You eyed the child sitting across from you on the large gray couch, brand new, not even a dent in the cushions yet. He had black hair that was sticking up in every direction, violet eyes that bore into your own, unimpressed with...everything it seemed, and a frown that was too old and tired for a child his age.

Your gaze turned to Satoru, who was sitting beside you. He was pointedly looking at his phone, scrolling through social media to avoid both you and the child's stare.

"We can't avoid this Satoru." You began, "Can you please tell me what happened? But be for real this time."

Because "I just found him and it seemed like he needed a home!" is not an explanation at all. Sounds like he kidnapped a child off the streets and you really don't want to get tied up into something like that.

Satoru sighed in that dramatic way that he does, lolling his head away from you. "I told you—"

The child cut him off. "I've been living alone for a while now. He's been bothering me ever since he found out and now I'm here I guess." Satoru glared at him, but nodded along.

"Okay...and what about your guardians?"

"Dead." He replied flatly.

Your heart tightened. That poor baby, to have to navigate the world all by himself and for only he knows how long.

"What's your name?" You asked softly.

"...Megumi."

"Okay, Megumi, what would you like to do? Would you like to go back to where you were or would you rather stay here with us?"

He was quiet for a moment, playing with the sleeves of his jacket before finally answering you. "...I wanna stay here."

You smiled, "Okay, then." then it dropped, "We literally don't have anything for you."

Satoru laughed loudly, snorting while your head swiveled toward. "What are we gonna do?"

He stood, wiping a tear from his eye. "We're gonna go shopping, of course."

And after that shopping trip, you and Megumi vowed to never go shopping with Satoru again.

Mornings were always hard for you. It would either be a rough sleep of tossing and turning or a nightmare that disturbed your sleep to the point of waking up just as tired, if not more than when you went to sleep. So often times you'd lay in bed, fighting between succumbing to sleep or proceeding with living.

But then a small, warm hand landed on your cheek.

"I'm hungry. I would have fed myself, but I don't know where anything is..."

You blinked.

Oh yeah, Megumi.

You were not ready for a change as massive as this one, but you had to get up regardless because now there was a child in your care. So you pulled yourself up and smiled.

"Good morning, Megumi."

Change is something Megumi also did a lot. However, it made sense with him because he was a a child and children were always changing.

His favorite food changed weekly which kept you on your toes and kept you from fretting on what to make anymore.

He was a growing which meant new clothes needed to be bought ever few months (which prompted you to convince Satoru to stop buying him such expensive clothing).

His favorite shows and interests were also ever changing. New toys were bought every week and it was beginning to get harder to hold a conversation with Megumi since he would always be talking about something new (it was worth it though to see that sparkle in his eye when he talked about the things that he enjoyed).

There were a few things that didn't change though.

He still love frogs. He loved going out in the rain to hunt for them, despite usually coming back in empty handed (you had to stop Satoru from having frogs on standby for rainy days).

He also loved dogs which prompted Satoru into getting him two dire wolf dogs (how the hell he got them is beyond you).

He still only tolerated Satoru (that's what he said, but he really was opening up to him).

And he still favored you (you don't think that that will ever change though).

"Thanks for not turning me away..." Megumi told you as his face was just about buried in Shiro's black fur.

Satoru was still changing, but not as materialistically.

Now he was making more of an effort to be home with you and Megumi (he's days were now 9-5, no exception and no more bring work home).

More of an effort to bond with Megumi, who was thankfully warming up to him (he was even able to take him out on their own outings without the day going horrible wrong).

More of an effort to understand your words from before.

He is not the strongest, and that's okay (he did cry a bit when Megumi got sick, however. It was something new and scary for him, so you wouldn't tease him about it...much).

"Thank you for taking such good care of Megumi." His arms wrapped around your waist as his lips brushed against your neck, leaving a trail of  kisses. "And thank you for staying by my side all this time."

You also were changing.

You think it's a good thing.

"I love you two so much." Your smile was shy, but your words were genuine. "Thank you so much for being a part of my life and turning this house into a home."

You'll never forget the smiles they gave you. Bright, wide, full of teeth and as warm as a sun beam.

Hopefully, you'll continue to change alongside your boys.

In light of JJK 236 leaks dropping, I wrote this instead of going to sleep. I already was going to write this, but due to me being Apollo's favorite and being fucking prophetic—

Anyway! Here's something to drive the knife in deeper. :)

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

[itstokkii]

Tomato Red

in which turkey pays uzbekistan a visit. summer 2023

"It's getting hot, can't we go in for a break or something?" Sadik wiped some sweat off his forehead. He had hoped they'd spend some quality time in Nargiza's living room, watching some Turkish dramas in her living room under the merciful air conditioning.

Instead, he was out in her gardens helping her pick crops in the merciless 40 degree weather in Uzbekistan.

"Sadik, we've just started. All you have to do is fill the bucket halfway with tomatoes and cucumbers while I check on the rest of the plants and pick the basil leaves. Besides, you wanted to see me cook, right? The other foods are ready, and this is the final step," She didn't spare a glance at him, instead tending to her rose bushes. How cruel...!

He had to admit, having a whole house instead of an apartment definitely had its perks. Her house, like so many others he saw while driving to her address, had a gigantic gate, and was walled up on all 4 sides. When she let him in, he was greeted by the sight of wires holding up vines of sweet, ripe grapes. There were 2 plots of land on each side of the entranceway to her house, with pomegranate trees on one plot, and apricot trees on the other. Among her crops, she had tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, and bell peppers.

So she definitely saved on grocery bills, huh?

As the tomatoes and cucumbers piled up on his basket, he took a few glances at her. She was watering some plants that were beginning to shrivel a little.

It was kind of weird to see her in an informal setting. He always got used to seeing her in pantsuits. Now, she was in a matching dress and trouser set, a scarf tying her long hair back. She looked a little...cute? Domestic? He couldn't describe the feeling.

Feeling her eyes on him, he whipped his head back and picked the last crop.

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Glad to be in the kitchen, Sadik sought refuge as he watched Nargiza thinly chop the tomatoes and cucumbers he picked. He noticed a bowl of onions soaked in water next to him.

"What's that for?"

"We don't want the onion's flavor to be too strong in the salad."

He chuckled a bit at that.

After everything was chopped, she strained the onions, added them into the mix, and seasoned it with salt before plating the finished salad.

"You sit down in the living room. I'll bring the food." She affectionately?? shooed him as she focused on the plov and somsa she showed Sadik how to prepare throughout the day, plating those as well and carefully bringing them to the table.

In the meantime, he was flipping through channels and trying to make out what the news reporter was saying about the approval of a new set of apartment buildings to be constructed in Tashkent.

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"I cannot believe she just told him all that!" She gasped in shock as they both watched the climax of the Turkish drama they were watching. "You can't trust bad boys like him!"

"He literally kissed her once, that doesn't make him the bad boy archetype?" He looked at her, chuckling at her idea of what a "bad boy" was.

"Wait, they kissed? When did that happen?" She sipped on her black tea.

Oh right. Censorship. "Way back in episode 7. They were like, throwing themselves on top of each other. The broadcasters probably cut that scene out here."

"And for good reason! We can't be influencing the youth negatively like that–"

He gently grabbed her wrist and brought it to his lips.

"I–! Wha–!" Nargiza let out a string of stammers, her face becoming redder than the embroidered pomegranate cushion next to her.

She buried her face into it as he laughed. "You're as red as the tomatoes! But it's ok, 'cause red is my favorite color~"

"SADIK!" Her voice was muffled through the cushion.

He could stay here for a while. He didn't mind the Uzbek summer heat anymore.

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Notes: tagging @billowingangel since i know you wanted to see their dynamic! i hope you enjoy!

also, i suck at description, but the house and gardens are based off of close and distant relatives' homes back in uzbekistan! uzbek homes truly are something else...

[thehivecorporation]

I came to this lovely corporation in search of a job opportunity. But all these pretty spirals that i keep being shown are making it difficult to think... i don't know if i can even fill out the application anymore... its hard when i can't look away... can't think for myself... what should i do? how can i be a good asset for the company if i can't even think...? this is hard....

We know it's hard to fill out the silly papers. However, we have much easier ways to apply. See, if you stare into a spiral and then cum, we take that as your job interview and you passed with flying colors.

You showed your dedication, so you're going to be working directly underneath the higher-ups as a stress toy. Quite literally, the desks have cushions underneath them for a reason. We know you're going to just love the new job.

[kimmimaru]

So, I had a house inspection yesterday. Its basically because I rent, they come around and check to make sure the house is still standing I suppose. But the lady who did mine walked around the house and told me its messy...yes, it is because I'm in the middle of having a clear out? I tried to explain this and she just talked over me. I really don't know how to explain to people that organising and going through everything I own takes time, effort and yeah, it gets really bad before it gets better. For example, I am clearing out old clothes I don't wear anymore from my bedroom, I put all my clothes in seperate bags so I can go through one bag at a time to make it easier on myself. So currently I have bags of clothes in my room, its taking time but I am going through them, she walks in and shakes her head and goes 'its really bad in here'. I was like: 'for now, yeah but-' and she spoke over me: 'its really bad, you need to declutter'. For fucks sake. No chance to explain. I failed the inspection. My house is not disgusting. Its not hoarder levels of filth. Its just stuff in boxes, I'm trying to go through them and if given a chance it will get done and it will look better. The windows are moldy but that's not my fault and they're aware the windows need to be re-done, I've been on them about that for years and I have a paper trail to prove it. But there's no moldy food, there's no dog mess everywhere. There's a lot of dust but its an old house that needs dusting every day and I don't always remember to do that (oops). Oh and there's dog hair but I hoover, sweep and mop my floors it's just that dogs shed so its inevitable that there's going to be dog hair. I do have a lot of books, but they're on shelves and yes, I've read almost every single one of them and do re-read them. I think my issue is is that I'm not exactly sure what she expects to see? Is it show-home level of cleanliness? I don't feel like that's possible with a 10 year old and two dogs somehow. We do live here, after all. Like yeah, there will be washing up in the sink and laundry baskets with laundry in them? A mug on the coffee table because I've just had a cup of tea or some toys and a tablet on the sofa because my daughters hanging out down stairs. I've lived here for ten years, I've never had any complaints from neighbours, if there's an issue I report it, there's no holes in the walls or structual damage. Its not unsanitary. Was the sofa messy? Yeah, squashed cushions and the throw blankets all messy, because I have a dog who jumps all over it and a kid who likes to curl up in a nest of blankets after school. Only room she was impressed with was the bathroom and there's literally nothing in there except towels, loo roll and a few shampoo bottles. So it kind of feels like she wants my house to be unlived in, basically. Which is an impossible standard. Is it just me who feels like its unfair to just fail an inspection and not listen to what I have to say about it first? Maybe if she'd just listened she would have understood that I don't live like this every day and its a one-off situation that will be resolved soon? Ugh, its so frustrating. Sorry, needed to whinge and get it off my chest. Also: She walked around my house with her shoes on. >:( Shoes get taken off in the hallway in my house, its one rule I'm very strict with but everyone just ignores it. Does my head in. I'm tempted to get a sign.

[sweet-little-dude]

i won't say i'm in love

summary: hs hanma and draken are a bit cheesy.

warnings: not very well beta read but half beta read ig! kinda sucks :P

notes: pretty much just me projecting things i can't talk about anymore @appreciatingtokrev (LATE BIRTHDAY GIFT BUT WHATEVER ILY HBD) ps i love awkward romantic teen hanma <3

First kisses are special things.

When you kiss someone for the first time, intentionally or not, it's something that ends up sticking with you for the rest of your life. Every time you kiss someone or every time you think of loving someone, automatically, your first kiss will be brought up in the situation. It can't be helped. So, it's preferred that your first kiss is with someone you love. Someone that you're willing to share that title to.

That is why first kisses are sacred.

And that is why Hanma gave Draken his first kiss.

It was planned out to be a simple afternoon. Hanma would hang out with Draken at his place straight after school as he did more and more recently. Sure it pissed off Kisaki when he had to cancel plans but that didn't really matter to Hanma, what did right now was the blonde boy who he could never get off his mind these days.

He really was the only thing on Hanma's mind nowadays. Just Draken Draken Draken non stop. So every opportunity he got, Hanma preferred to spend it with him. Even if he didn't like him back, his company was nice either way.

Though the only reason however he had not backed off yet was the fact that his crush seemed to have been showing an interest in him just as much, so with the possibility of Draken liking him back, Hanma was confident enough to gamble with the hopes of a relationship in this situationship.

"Cola as usual?" Draken called out from his mini fridge as Hanma walked into his room, "Uh yeah, cola's fine." As Hanma sat on Draken's bed, he was thrown a can of soft drink, Draken sitting beside him on the cushion. "So. Do you wanna watch another couple of movies again or do ya maybe just wanna talk?" Draken asked his company as Hanma flicked open his drink. Hanma took a chug of his beverage to stall, thinking of how he'd want to spend his exclusive alone time with Draken.

"Maybe we could talk a bit? Since we've been watching movies a lot recently." Hanma concluded. From then they merely just bantered back and forth, laughing over stories of their friends and discussing topics in relation to school.

"Okay okay but wait, there's something I literally must ask." Hanma's interest was suddenly peaked when Draken folded one of his legs up to face Hanma. "So- out of all the girls in our two grades who do you find the most attractive??" The question made Hanma nearly choke on his cola. It's not like he could blame Draken for asking, since its not like he knew that he was as straight as a circle, but still.

Hanma looked around in a sudden panic, "Uhhhh not sure- maybe like uhh- Ayari-chan? I don't really know since I don't actually think out it too much, hah…" Draken nodded back to Hanma's response. "Ohhhhh okay okay makes sense" Hanma sighed in relief as it seemed that Draken took his answer just fine.

The blonde sipped from his beverage before boring his eyes into the design of the can, "In all honesty, I think Sano Emma-chan's a real cutie. I'd totally go out with her too not gonna lie."

Wait.

What?

Hanma sat up suddenly, “O-oh! So you have a crush on Sano-san??” He forced a smile, it couldn’t be possible right? Surely Hanma’s fat enormous crush on Draken wouldn’t be crushed instantly by just one girl,,,right?

But Draken just about spat out his drink when Hanma asked that question. “What?! Of course I don’t! This was just hypothetical!” Draken rambled, attempting to defend himself, “Plus his brother is my best friend! He wouldn’t ever let me touch her!” The false grin that Hanma had been straining had slowly melted off his face as he continued listening to his friend, a genuine expression slowly blossoming, “Hmmm I don’t know man, that all just sounds like excuses…” “I’m not even gonna try arguing with you, Shuji.”

Yet the two retreated back to disputing again, in good fun and all. And Hanma definitely hadn’t just continued to aimlessly argue to get his mind off how Draken suddenly used his first name either. Because it was absolutely totally normal between two "bros", of course.

“Ugh fine okay so if I apparently have a crush on Emma-chan, who’s your crush then??” His question made Hanma freeze, was he really asking that? He wasn’t ready for this conversation, especially if it was with the guy he was crushing badly for.

“Oh haha very funny Ken, but there’s no one, seriously.”

“You’re really gonna pull that on me now? C’mon, I see the way you smile when you’re quiet with your ear plugs in, you’re obviously thinking about someone. Hanma- let it go~~” Draken pressed on with a cocky grin as Hanma’s cheeks slowly began to burn, he couldn't believe how oblivious he was.

“No way! If I tell you it could totally ruin a friendship, seriously!” He didn’t want to see any of Draken’s expressions anymore so instinctively, Hanma shoved his face into one of his pillows without a second thought, yet instantly regretted it when the intense smell of his crush hit him like a truck. “Okay okay fine look, I’ll cut you a deal” Hanma peeped an eye up at Draken to show him that he was listening. Draken sighed, “If you tell me your crush, then I’ll let you in on mine.”

Straight away, Hanma pulled his face back into the cushion, there was absolutely no way in hell he would ever let himself hear the one guy he was head over heels for admit to his face that he had a crush on someone else. He was 99.9 percent sure he was certain but he would never ever do that to himself, that would just be way too much. Draken continued insisting over and over as Hanma continued denying over and over, “Shujiiiiii!! C’mon man! I already said I wouldn’t judge you, why can’t you tell me?? What is it???”

“God fucking damnit- It’s because it’s you, you idiot!” Hanma jerked the bolster away from himself as he blurted it out to Draken’s face.

The silence that followed was deadly.

Awkward.

Excruciatingly uncomfortable.

The pair merely stayed frozen, eyes glued onto the other as their skins began glowing redder and brighter by the second.

Yet Draken was the first one to crack, smiling abruptly in a way that Hanma would mistake as unnatural, “That’s…great..?-“

“Nope. Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have said it-“ Hanma immediately stood and paced for the door, eyes stuck to the floor. He couldn't believe how naive he was. "Of course Draken doesn't like me back." Hanma thought to himself, "Of course of course of cours-"

But he was stopped by a grip on his wrist pulling him back. He didn’t dare look back.

“Wait- Please don’t go” Were the words Hanma least expected in this situation. And yet here he was, looking back at the boy he was falling for, his cheeks a bright red with an expression that showed both longing and fear. "I didn't mean to say it like that. I-" Draken's eyes shot to the floor from either embarrassment or being in search of the right words.

His eyes locked with Hanma's once again, "I didn't mean to say it like that, I mean that I'm really, really happy that you actually feel the same."

Draken's smile was sweet and innocent, but on the contrary, Hanma couldn't believe his ears."

"I'm sorry, did you just say feel the same..?" The blonde nodded back passionately, "Huh.........that's crazy" With his hand still wrapped around his wrist, Hanma sat down on Draken's bed, attempting to contemplate what had just been confessed.

A few (a lot) more minutes passed as silence continued to grow. Hanma sat there practically going through the abyss of his mind pondering what was going on as Draken's eyes darted around the room rapidly in panic. He couldn't stand this silence, especially with the fact that it was never this dead whenever Hanma was around. So when he finally had enough, he stood up and moved to kneel in front of Hanma, grabbing both his hands and holding them in his. He took a deep breathe as Hanma fixated his vision on him, "Okay, look Shuji. Yes. You may find it unbelievable, but yes, I like you. I really really do like you. As crazy as it sounds it's very true and I need you to know that. Because this isn't a prank. And this isn't some set up." Draken gently squeezed his hands as he paused, "Because I actually very much am slowly falling in love with you." He admitted with a sincere grin.

He couldn't believe his ears for one second still. Hanma just continued sitting there, red and in complete shock. That was probably the worst part, when Draken admitted to falling in love with him, he went such a bright red it was laughable. But, if you ever asked him what was really the worst part, he'd say it was the moment that came after that he messed up the very best.

"Can you just kiss me"

Hanma requested bluntly, instantly getting Draken to look at him. "You..want me to kiss you? He blushed slightly, Hanma nodded, gently, he couldn't have been so sure of something in his entire life. So, as Hanma removed his hands from Draken's grasp and moved them along to his shoulders, Draken placed a steady hand on Hanma's waist and the other on the side of his face. They shuffled closer to one another, close enough to the point where they could feel each other's breathes on their skins, something neither of them ever would've dreamt of.

In a moment of stillness, Draken's eyes wandered across Hanma's face, now in much more detail. He noticed how bright purple his eyes really were and the fact his eyelashes were actually noticeably long, he noticed how he had more pimples of the left side of his face over the right side because of his bangs, he noticed how his lips were on the borderline of dry and hydrated, and how his lips were quivering too. Draken also noticed that he loved every single part of Hanma's face. "Can I kiss you?" Draken asked again, nothing more than a whisper, a second, then two passed before Hanma closed his eyes. "...Yes. Yes you can."

Call him desperate, call him too excited, but Draken immediately rushed forward to kiss him, the strong impact much to Hanma's surprise. The kiss wasn't like the movies of course but to both of them, it was just perfect. It didn't last too long or too short. Their lips met, they shifted, and they parted. When they looked at each other, both their cheeks were blushed red and they were both the slightest bit out of breathe. But they didn't care, they giggled and leant their foreheads against each other. Before whispering words they really, didn't dare to dream of before: I love you.

NOTE: the quality of the story dropped so bad BYEEEEE but anyways happy super late birthday ily!!!!! (plsplsplapalpa don't mind how bad it got i'm going through writers block and an episode 🤯🤯)

[pondslime]

Ive never sent anon hate before but you’ve gotten on my last nerve ok? First of all how dare you continue to be a fantastic writer with the very best ideas. Your ability to curate the crumbs of peak level of nasty is unfair. Leave some for the rest of us!!!

I bet youre so gorgeous and i bet u throw that ass in a circle regularly too??? Ugh!??? Every fic u make has me wanting to chew my phone and phase thru walls and i am too poor to deal with the fallout of both.

I guess u hate the poor and horny!!! Ur taking advantage of my THIRST by continuing to make fantastic content because now i cant read anyone elses shit because its like dirty heroin compared to your pure black tar uncut supply. 🙄

U CAN'T JUST SEND PPL SUCH DISRESPECTFUL ASS SHIT????

I'm literally WOUNDED. these hateful anon asks speared me directly through the chest and now I'm bleedin out all over the fuckin floor. somebody call life alert bc the world is cruel. my cries fall on deaf ears. u have cut the phone line.

I can't take much more of this. if u keep sending bitches (me), this VILE ass shit I might have to do somethin drastic and just marry ur ass or smthn.

u wanna be in a forced arranged marriage??? w/me?? the pathetic cigarette munching harlettt??? is that ur end goal??? u wanna be posted up in a shack hobbled together w/washi tape and bubblegum?? drinking sweaty sock tea for eternity??? u evil creature. does mercy mean nothing to u??? I'm sobbing. I'm standing in a jared's w/tears in my eyes. spending my life's savings on a beautiful solitaire diamond ring. what cut would u like? u have beaten me down into a shell of a human. round? pear? cushion? emerald? heart, like the one in my CHEST that u BROKE???? whatever u want ig.

how dare u say that my precious pookie bear of pain n torment would not pass the fitnessgram 20-meter pacer test. how dare u imply that he would trip over his oversized pants and bust his geriatric hip on the ground. how COULD u. my world is crumbling. I can hear the sirens. the wind is wailing and the sky is churning above me. RED and COAGULATED w/the blood of a million screaming hicks. this isn't how it was supposed to go. but perhaps it's what I deserve.

I'm blowing the horn of the last rapture and ur there to whip me w/a rod made of marlboro boxes and the tattered remains of a busted fanbelt. what USE are fanbelts at the end of the world? the cars don't start anymore, their engines useless and dead in their metal shells. ur pitching me forward into a landfill and I'm fallin FACE FIRST into a slimy puddle of expired mayo and beer. I thought u loved me?? but love is lost on ppl like u. my ass bounces and ur transfixed. sigh. but have u ever thot abt the soul that lives within that phatness?? u haven't. u never would!!! I should've KNOWN.

I'm on my knees w/shaky hands placing the engagement ring on ur finger. why am I sticky? how did I get coated in mountain dew? oh no. u scoff @ me. it's the wrong cut. u will have 2 pawn this ugly ass engagement ring and idk how ur gonna do that bc there are no more pawn shops in the apocalypse. shit. I can't deal w/the shame. my strap game is flaccid and ur words are razor-sharp. u made me lose @ wii bowling and I never lose @ wii bowling. u have rerouted my brain and stomped my will into tiny pieces w/ur shoes. they are the color of sunshine, of butter, of happiness. I used to know of such things.

light the match in our gasoline-soaked pussy hell. we shall perish how we lived, throwin it back eternally. so it has been written, so it shall be done.

[stokesy55]

I love that idea of mitchy and vk arguing over who got destroyed more, it's gold 😂😂 can we extend that to all the omegas in cricket? they have a whatsapp group where they keep complaining about how possessive all their alphas are, but then it goes into an argument about whose alpha is the most possessive and rough 😂 also jossy's endgame is definitely joey, even though joey is a beta. and i think you have finny as a beta too? so the omegas who're mated to alphas, like vk and mitchy keep teasing jos and stu for missing out on the sheer power of a possessive alpha. 🤪 also if it comes to tattletaling, vk is the one who gets totally bullied by the other omegas, because he has more instances of past escapades than the rest of them put together 😂

this is a normal day in the group:

stu: 😭

starcy: why does every conversation on this group start with crying? 🙄

marn: oh look, stu's crying again, what's new? 🙄

jos: what happened??

stu: you know very well what happened 😭

vk: wait what's going on?

stu: which one of you bitches told finny that jimmy cuddles me to sleep on tours? it's only because i have trouble sleeping alone! we're only friends! i can't even feel my legs anymore 😭

vk: oh stop moaning stu, finny's just a beta! trust me, you'd be having a much harder time if he was alpha.

mark: seconded. speaking from experience here 😮‍💨

jos: hey i won't stand for this beta slander! they can get just as possessive as alphas! you've never seen how joey gets, have you?

marnus: what lies! please have you even met steve? i didn't get a wink of sleep on my wedding night, iykwim 😏😳

starcy: have you seen alyssa in one of her moods? 🥵 i think my throat was sore for the entire next week after the last time.

marky: please, neither joe, steve nor alyssa have got anything on my benny 😏 i couldn't even get out of bed after he found out about my ex-boyfriend.

vk: please, but pat takes the cake. i'm actually surprised at myself for not buying myself a walking cane yet! we've been married for 10 years now, and I'm sure ive spent at least 7 of those limping. 😭

marn: you're such a drama queen 🙄

vk: and don't even try to argue with me on this. i used to sleep with joey, benny, finny, and steve before, and i know how they are. none of them are even half as possessive as pat.

starcy: you haven't been with alyssa tho...

vk: well, never say never... ;)

stu: *screenshot* (it's a ss of the current conversation which he sent to patty 🤭)

vk: you told him?! i was kidding!

jos: 😂😂😂😂

marn: 🤣

vk: you asshole!

stu: good luck coz yours is about to get wrecked 🤣

vk: im flying back to india before he comes home, i have a match next week guys 😭😭😭

*next day*

vk: 😭

stu: *screenshot of headphones* you owe me a pair of this, vk, i could hear you screaming over in england!

marn: steve and i are his neighbours. imagine what we went through 🥲

vk: *screenshot of a wheelchair* you owe me this stu, i don't think I'll be able to move for the rest of my life 😫

stu: 😆😆😆😆

jos: lol should i send over some cushions too?

vk: you better. you have no idea how sore my bum is 😭

starcy: you deserve it for implying you would sleep with my alpha

vk: im sorry okay! there was no need to permanently cripple me over a joke!

mark: stop being dramatic vk, I've been through worse with ben!

vk: shut the fuck up, pat literally almost broke my hips yesterday. i don't think anything can be worse than that. i used to fuck ben before, and unlike with pat, i could at least get up from his bed 🙄😒

marky: want me to tell pat again?

vk: don't you dare.

marky: *screenshot* too late. 🤣🤣🤣

stu: omg you actually did it.

marn: wtf mate i didn't sleep yesterday. now my morning is ruined too 😭

vk: why do you hate me so much?! 😩

(lol im sorry, this got away from me 😭🤭)

Ahahahahhah - this is a very funny idea 😂

Mayhaps a one shot spin off in the future 😘