#yeah this sound is funky. its going in

[stargazer0001]

"Wow!! Star finally posted art!!! I bet its gonna be rainworld :3"

WRONG old oc art.

Its ghost cat AKA Buddy. The human you see there is J.J. No lore reveal bc I forgot the lore I had but it had somethin to do with a cult sacrifices murder and demons. So. Theres that.

[gingerbreadmonsters]

organ music + writing about vampires is a classic for a reason

[elegyofthemoon]

no one asked but the music in argenti's quest was driving insane for a while and i was wondering why only to realize that they both sound very ff13-esque.

"Cosmic Sacrifice for Love" sounds like "Giant's Fist" by Naoshi Mizuta

"A Gentleman's Fantasy"... I can't even pinpoint exactly which Masashi Hamauzu song it sounds like BUT IT USES A LOT OF SIMILAR HAMAUZU MOTIFS AND ITS REALLY GOOD LMAO just like listen to "Blinded by Light" :)

[777heavengirl]

Bless the Telephone ; ##03

James Potter x f!muggle!reader

word count: 1,858

warnings: technically a kiss that is not... desired or consented to? but its quick

a/n: my exams tmr!! i’m shitting bricks lord- also final chapter of bags tmr as well 🤧

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You quietly decided to keep your phone on your night table, the cord was a little over-extended from the opposite wall and you were slightly afraid that if you tripped on it the phone would fall to the floor— but it was easier this way; you decided, when James called the next day.

“Hello?” you groaned into the phone, cutting off the loud ringing as fast as you could

“Were you sleeping?”

“Potter?”

“Who else would be calling your phone?”

“Other people also call me- what time is it?”

“Like eleven thirty, didn’t know you were an early sleeper doll”

“Eleven thirty isn't early idiot-” you groaned as you tried rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “Didn’t think I was going to hear from you anymore”

“Why is that? I obviously gotta call my best girl”

“You don’t even know me”

“Yes, I do— why did you think I wouldn’t call though? I told you I wanted to be friends you silly girl”

“You said you wanted to be friends— But you hung up yesterday,” you held the phone to your ear, the side of your face still pressed against your pillow. “Rather suddenly too”

“Ah, I’m sorry- you know I’m a little funky with phones-” You could almost hear the hesitation in his voice

“D’you mean hopeless?”

“Oh hush-”

“I don’t believe you by the way- but I’ll let it slide” You sighed, stretching your body a bit

A beat of silence stilled over the two of you.

“Thanks…” you hummed in response “What are you up to?” James said, a smile evident on his words

“I was sleeping Potter, do you know what that means?”

“I have a clue yeah- why are you sleeping so early though?”

“Eleven thirty at night is not early, but I’m meeting someone for breakfast tomorrow- I wanted to be well rested”

“Ohhh you’re meeting someone, is it a boyfriend?” you rolled your eyes

“I don’t think he’d describe us that way” He really wouldn’t, not even close

“Do you wish he would?” the anxiety at the pit of your stomach quickening your heartbeat. 

“Goodnight James” you mumbled, eyes wide open now, you could feel the blood pumping as you lifted to rest on your elbows. 

He didn’t hesitate, seemingly understanding “Goodnight love” 

You hung up.

- 

You guessed you shouldn’t be surprised. You had sat at the small coffee place for an hour and a half yet— not a trace of him. 

You threaded your arms into your coat, grabbing your purse quickly. You felt as if you were running away from embarrassment itself as you crossed the street hurriedly. You caught the sight of the bright red of a pay phone from the corner of your eye, not far from where you stood.

You felt stupid, you decided, as you pulled out the little phone book that you kept in your bag. You had written James’s number in it that morning, you didn’t know why. Stupid stupid stupid.

You sorted through the contents of your purse looking for change to put into the damn box, marking the number soon after. 

The phone rang. Rang. Rang.

Someone picked up 

“Oi-“ didn’t sound like James

“Is James Potter there?”

“Ohhh is this who I think it is?” the voice snickered

“Who’s this?”

“Sirius- James’s more handsome friend,” Sirius said matter-o-factly, you rolled your eyes

“Is James there? You know what-” You looked around, suddenly too aware that he could be just around the corner. 

You didn’t wanna see him. 

“nevermind- I’ll call back later”

“Hello?” a familiar voice broke through 

“James?” you bit your lip, relief flooding through you. you didn’t know why you felt this way

“Yeah, doll- what’s up? I thought you were supposed to be out with your not boyfriend”

“Yeah… I guess he had better things to do this morning” he made a noise of indignation, you felt so stupid “probably with another not girlfriend if we’re honest”

“oh love I’m sorry-“  

“no no, it’s fine really… I really… need to get it through my skull that he’s not particularly interested… it’s not the first time- sorry I called”

“Why would you be sorry?”

“I just didn’t know what else to do”

“that’s what friends are for you know… and we are”

“Thanks, Potter”

“You really won’t let that go huh”

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’ “Sorry Potter” James laughed, his snickers pulled at the corners of your lips

“Are you spending the rest of the day at home then?”

“Probably— but I’ll call you in a bit yeah? I’d rather leave now, I didn’t think it through before I called” You covered your face with your hand as a group of people passed by. “Im still in the middle of the street”

“How are you calling then?” He sounded genuinely confused

“a pay phone?”

“o-oh… right, call me back when you get home then… or I’ll spam call you again”

“alright alright-“ you both laughed, light and airy. breathless “Thank you, James”

You hung up the call, still gripping the handle of the phone with white knuckles as you exhaled. 

You needed to get out of there.

You could feel your heartbeat in your ears as you ran down to the tube’s station, you could feel the adrenaline of excitement in your veins as you passed the various stops towards your flat.

“Hey,” You said, catching your breath as you entered, your roommate mumbled a vague hello from her desk as she hunched over her architecture assignment. 

“By the way the phone’s been ringing off it’s bloody base for a while now- I dont know what sort of call center you got going on in there,” she said, looking up from her sketchbook. 

You laughed as you took your coat and scarf off.

The phone rang again

“I’m serious if you’re running some sort of telephone scam I want a cut-”

“I’ll let you know if it pans out” you said with a laugh, crossing the distance between the door and your room. You closed the door quickly behind you, launching yourself to grab the phone

“I thought I was going to call you Potter, my roommate thinks I’m running a telephone scam”

“Who’s Potter?” He said. It wasn’t James, obviously, his voice starkly different. A spark missing in it. 

“Oh-”

“You sound like you were expecting someone else?” 

“N-no it's no one- why are you calling?”

“Why aren’t you here? I just got here” he said, almost in indignation. you glanced at the clock

“It’s been two bloody hours, I went home—” 

“Oh-”

“Yeah… oh”

“I’m sorry sweets, I had things to take care of… I’m sure you can understand that come on”

“And you just thought I’d wait?”

“I thought maybe you’d cut me some slack- you should come… I don’t know maybe I misread you”

You swallowed thickly.

“I don’t know… I just got back”

“How about I go over there then hm” he just wants to get in my pants… you could practically hear your own thoughts… your ears rang

“My roommate’s home-”

“And?” 

You sighed, you felt so stupid.  

“Come on- I'm sure she won’t mind”

“I can ask her…”

“Wicked, I’m on my way yeah?” He hung up before you could refute.

You groaned into your hands, you didn’t know what you wanted anymore. You wondered if you ever did.

You didn’t think you wanted him anymore… you thought of James briefly.

You popped your head out your door

“Would you mind it if someone came over…”

“As long as it’s not that poor excuse of a man then sure I don’t mind-” She said looking over her shoulder casually. “It’s the rat, isn't it? god you never learn”

“He stood me up today Char- I don't know what to do anymore…” you screamed into your hand, you tried swallowing the knot in your throat “He just called asking where I was- I waited for him for over an hour… he basically invited himself over”

“Is that who’s been blowing up your phone the past week?”

“No… that's…” you looked away, “no one,” you needed to call James back

“Why so cagey” she wiggled her eyebrows, “Is it another suitor? Do I know him? Have you guys gone out yet? Why is he calling you every day?”

“Jesus slow down Charlotte- god…” you sighed, leaning against the door frame “It’s just a friend”

She narrowed her eyes, staring at your face

“Good god- you like this friend”

“Charlotte no! I just met him,”

“And?”

“We haven’t even met… properly” 

“But you’ve spent hours on the phone the past couple of days it's him right? you’re paying the difference in the phone bill by the way” she said, you rolled your eyes with a nod

“Maybe- but it doesn’t mean anything okay? It can’t, we are just… becoming friends”

As Charlotte smirked, ready to tease you further there was a knock at the door— she groaned

“I can’t believe you’re letting that disgusting pile of shit in here- Again”

You agreed with her. You did. You couldn’t believe the situation, not how you bent over so easily nor his audacity. You didn’t say anything, you couldn't bear to meet her eyes as you went to answer with a huff.

“Hey, sweets-” You barely opened the door before he pushed his way through. “Ah- Lottie how are you?”

“Detrimental now that you’re here, how about you go terrorize some bar instead of terrorizing my home and my roommate hm?” She bit

He just smirked

“We both know you’re the only one day drinking here- besides I don't hear y/n complaining.”

You knew Charlotte expected you to refute. You stared out the window, you could feel his hand wrap around yours and your roommate sigh. 

You were slowly dragged to your room.

You could hear the TV turn on soon after your door closed. Charlotte turned the volume up to the max again. But you knew this time, there was no humor behind it.

Joshua was not a peculiar man. He was quite bland, a common brand of man you avoided your whole life, too cocky and full of himself, too sure that you along with everyone else wanted him, too much money and not enough responsibilities. He was despicable for all intents and purposes. Never committed, never made good on his word, and never answered the phone unless it served him. But somehow… you found yourself in his web, like a mouse trapped in a glue trap. 

You thought of James again, briefly, fleeting, as Josh pressed his lips against yours. You wondered if James was waiting for your call if he even cared if you called back… 

The phone rang. Loudly, annoyingly. A saving grace. 

You rushed to answer it, James’s voice coming through the other end

“Did you forget to call back or what?” You sighed in relief, a smile instinctively spreading across your lips. 

“Hey-” you sat on your bed, “something like that…” you turned to Josh, as he stared at you dumbly. This is going to be a while- you mouthed. 

He left with a huff. 

tags ; @ilovejamespottersomuch @ravisinghs-wife @hidontmindtheintrovert @stella-thestars @caspiankingofnarnia @lovelyteenagebeard @starkluvrr @hisparentsgallerryy @leilani13gc @katsusayhi @auroresce @lovemiss-vale @alessiaparigim @unconventional-lawnchair @moonydoodlez @eissaaaa @ailoda

permanent tag ; @laufeysvalentine @heyyyloverr

[sillygoofyqueer]

P-PART TWO. (Part one here) PART TWO OF LIU QINGGE AND LEVIATHYUAN. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD- So Liu Qingge has just woken up, swaddled in the skin of an animal that Leviathyuan had easily tossed around like a toy, and he's obviously disoriented. Cheng Luan is laid down beside him, blood mostly wiped off it (did Leviathyuan lick it off?....................NO. He used his raggedy-ass robes. Probably), and very pleased that its master is awake and alive right now. In the background, Leviathyuan is pattering around with raw meat and random plants he found in The Depths, trying to remember everything that other creatures from The Depths had told him about humans and what they needed to survive. They needed to eat, they needed to sleep (the human was already doing that!) and....they liked being warm! Obviously, having something leaking out from their body was also bad - although, this human's blood was a strange colour. Whatever!! The plants that help him when he's being attacked in his humane form by some cocky land demons should be able to help the human. They taste funky though, so the human can wash it down with the meat from the beast - surely humans can eat meat, right? It's really plain as well, he's pretty sure that there isn't any poison with this beast; they like to roam around The Cavern sometimes, so he gets into scuffles with them when he's bored, and they do basically no damage. Liu Qingge is being hand fed by this demon creature thing that has not once tried to kill him, and is even grinning at him (with blood-soaked teeth. No, this does not affect him in any way). It's hard to have any sort of conversation with it because the creature doesn't seem to understand his language, trying to communicate through different sounds instead of forming words - which is fine, because he hates talking. He's also swooning because like "...dude....you're providing for me and helping me?" He immediately asks Leviathyuan to come back to CQM with him, and the creature is just like "aight bet" (<- he has no idea what's going on). Something something, they get back to CQM and everyone is like "Liu-shidi, is that a fucking DEMON?!?!" and he's just like "yeah" and then goes about showing Leviathyuan the sect and doing whatever is necessary to accommodate him. This creature needs to eat? They have a lot of interesting times trying to figure out what he can eat. The creature likes to watch the disciples and clap for them? Let him join in the training sessions! The creature needs somewhere big enough to accommodate his leviathan form?....SHANG-SHIXIONG!!!!!!!! Oh god, someone's- someone's gotta stop Liu Qingge, he's lost his mind!! Surely Zhangmen-Shixiong- no...no, he seems far too pleased that Liu Qingge is learning what it's like to have to keep a feral person on a leash when they just accidentally destroy everything and want to go everywhere. Plus, it keeps Liu Qingge on the mountain more, so he's in meetings and actually training his disciples, even if it's just so this strange demon will smile and pat his head. What about Shen Qingqiu? He seems to despise demons, so surely he'll have something to say about this?- Ah, no, no, he was irritated by the demon at first, but then he found himself getting frustrated that nobody was trying to forge communication with this demon that Liu Qingge had KIDNAPPED (in his eyes). After some taunting from a certain source when he points it out (Qi Qingqi), he becomes determined to teach Leviathyuan how to speak and read and learn- Okay, but like, Mu Qingfang can think about the dangers of having a demon in the mountain sect??? Oh, he's far too busy following the demon around and trying to figure out how the fuck this creature works. He cries with each new baffling discovery he makes because he just wants to learn more about the other species that live in their world with them but nooooo, of course they have to be super confusing and make him want to give up and have a tantrum all at once.

[transformersandturtles]

YES‼️‼️ I absolutely love and adore the idea of him having animalistic habits, especially ones that he doesn't realize he does until someone points it out and I'm sure he'd deny it for the rest of his life that he doesn't do it, and then immediately goes and does that. Like please, this man goes feral, you cannot look at him and tell me he doesn't do animal things or have animalistic traits.

also a firm believer that this dude can communicate with animals. not full on speak with them, but understands the sounds and their body language to determine their moods or feelings or what they're trying to express. and he will try to mimic/communicate with those animals.

Do you think, drunk or sober, Wolverine kneads/makes biscuits?

Like he's trying to get comfortable and his claws are out as he's kneading the blankets/what remains of the blankets? Everyone kinda suspects he does it but no one has evidence until he's like comfortable on the couch surrounded by his fellow X-Men and just starts kneading the cushion on his lap while everyone is distracted and talking/not paying attention until someone points it out and he denies it up and down and acting like he didn't do it? But after everyone is dead he doesn't make em anymore cause he has no one/nothing that makes him feel safe and comfortable enough to do that until like, several months after moving in with Wade and Al? It's 1am and Logan can't sleep and Wade is out doing who knows what, so Logan ends up drinking most of the liquor in the apartment and waits on the couch til Wade gets back. Then when the other does eventually get back he's pretty drunk, little badger claws out (like the comically short claws he had in the movie when he was so plastered) and he's purring while just getting all comfy on the couch, oblivious that he's tearing up the couch cushion while kneading and Wade finds it to be the cutest/funniest thing ever and if he ever mentions it Logan not only denies it but also just sinks his claws into Wade when he's trying to tell someone like Al, Puppins, or anyone else in Wade's friend group during parties.

I'm sure this has been thought of before but I still think it's a cute/funny idea of a 6ft+ grown man just acting like a kitty cat when he's drunk or really really comfortable around people.

This idea was sparked by my kitten clawing the hell out of my bare skin while making biscuits. :)

[obscuretobyfox]

congrats on the 10k!!!!

question: what’s your favorite toby fox song ever?

THIS IS AN IMPOSSIBLE QUESTION!!!! /silly

It's hard to really nail down my favorite, so I'm just gonna run through a ton of them!!! After all Deltarune Chapter 4 gave us THIS:

I remember getting distracted while playing and standing still because I was just trying to count the time signatures LOL

Not to mention this masterpiece, which had my jaw on the floor when it dropped!! I remember saying "ok yeah this is gonna play the whole area that's why its so good"

Homestuck is in an entirely different category for me, because this is not Toby composing video game music, but rather SCORING animated sequences, which leads to these super dynamic and exciting tracks!!

This one is also a personal favorite of mine, I think if there's one thing that's inspired my own music the most it's everything Toby ever did for Homestuck. (I should really finish that comic someday)

This is also, by far, my favorite official version of Megalovania out there. I'm always a sucker for electric guitar, and it is CRAZY in this track.

This one is just straight beautiful, and reminds me a lot of things we would hear later in Deltarune!

This one.. is just crazy, what else can I say!! (Also, 1:21 sounds suspiciously familiar to a certain TV-Head's recent boss theme.. Hmm...) Fun fact, the name of this song was chosen by Homestuck fans, as Toby decided to give them the option, and "Oppa Toby Style" was the result!

A lesser known track, made for the "I Miss You" Earthbound tribute album in 2012 (Said album also contains the original Fallen Down and what the fandom would turn into Megalo Strike Back) I just like how ominous and experimental this one is, it gets stuck in my head at the most random times.

This track is probably familiar to most of you by this point, specifically for a motif used at 0:54 that has later appeared in Deltarune several times!! Despite the connection, however, this is just a really funky Kirby-esque boss theme that I love a lot :3

This one has a lot of similarities to the aforementioned TV WORLD, and I would definitely say its high up there!! I wish Toby Fox would go crazy with breakbeats again one day.. Purrhaps.. I can only put 10 videos to a post, so that's it for now!! (I may reblog this later with some more of my favorites, though..) Thank you for your ask!!

[adorerio]

Oh To Be Yours

Suna x reader

older brothers best friends plot! Miya reader! Ending opening for a part 2! Background info for the next part!

word count: 975

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Growing up having Atsumu and Osamu as your older brothers was definitely interesting. They always kept you on your toes and was funny being around. The bad part? They never let you talk to boys they didnt aprove of. It started in junior high when a guy your age asked to walk you home. Safe to say your brothers scared him off because "he looked to funky"

Things didn't change when you came to Inarizaki High. Your brothers wanted to protect you so they insisted you join the vollyball team so they could keep an eye on you at first you said no wanting to join another club after school. But, after Atsumu gave your parents a multitude of reasons they started pushing you to join and reluctantly you said yes.

͙͘͡★

After school you walked over to the gym it would be your first day as the manager and the coach had suggested your first few days would be observing and getting used to the team. He said they were a well behaved group of kids - minus your brothers and the person who instigated most small arguments Suna Rintaro.

When he told you that the name sounded familair but you just couldn't grasp who the name belonged to. Maybe someone from your junior high? You kept wracking your brain to find an answer while you were so distracted you walked into the door to the gym and landed on your butt due to the impact

great I hope nobody saw tha-

*click*

did someone actually just take a picture??

Turning your head to see whoever the person was you recognized him-

"Hey your the guy that my brothers always bring home right?"

Offering his hand to help get you back on your feet he answered "yeah that's me your y/n Miya. Your brothers talk about you a lot its kinda annoying y'know."

"Im sorry what's your name again?"

"Suna Rintaro"

oh

͙͘͡★

"Ah y/n I see you met Suna"

The coach saw you two walk in toghether in fact- the whole team did talk about awkward. You noticed Atsumu staring daggers into Suna. Who you would assume was a close friend to him. At this rate he's going to tell Suna to never talk to you and your life would be practically over-

"Everyone huddle up! I would like our new manager to introduce herself. Then you guys can as well and we can start the drills."

god damn it

Having all types of eyes on you made you feel nervouse you actually forgot your own name for a second. You tried looking at your brothers but that just made it worse. Until you met eyes with suna again. It felt different. It felt safe. While locking eyes with him you decided to introduce yourself to him. Everyone else was just there.

"Hello everyone my name is Miya Y/N and I'm a first year here. If you cant already tell my brothers are Atsumu and Osamu but believe me I'm the better sibling. My hobbies are *your hobbies* and I love listing to *your favorite musician*.

The rest of the team introduced themselves to you and they included the position they played. Some people stood out more than others. Like Kita who said he was the captain and he even asked if it was okay to call you by your first name since there was now three Miya siblings instead of two. You were fine with it of course.

The last person to introduce himself was Suna. He kept it short really and avoided eye contact during it. It was weird because when you introduced yourself he locked eyes but now that it was his turn he avoided it. Maybe your brothers had already told him off. And if they did you would find out and probably yell at them for scaring away another guy.

After Suna walked away you decided it would be best to forget what happened outside the gym and focus on the team. Of course you studied them but you would help coach with tasks as well. Like filling up the water bottles, getting vollyballs and the coach would ask for your own input like what could have been done better.

Safe to say for your first day it wasn't that bad.

͙͘͡★

Once you got home you grabbed a snack and locked yourself in your room wanting to avoid any questions your brothers wanted to ask. As you approached your desk you reached for one thing in particular your diary. Your parents had bought it for you for your 13th birthday and you still kept it.

Sure your family was very open with each other and you trusted them fully but it was hard to talk to them for certain things and your parents knew that. That's what your diary was for.

"Dear Diary,

today is -------- and was my first day as the manager of the volleyball team. It was a smooth first day with not to much trouble so probably the best part. But, I also met a guy. I mean does it really count as met he's been to the house before but we never talked. If anything all I got was a nod from him. I always thought he was attractive I mean his eyes its like there's something he's always thinking about. There is never a moment he's just blankly staring.

But of course I never thought of the possibility of dating that's not how it goes with two overprotective brothers. I got to talk to him today tho outside with nobody watching. It was embarassing because of that stupid picture he took.

It might be crazy that over this one interaction I'm hoping for something to happen between us. And I'm hoping he's wishing for the same thing

Oh to be yours"

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

AN: well that's a wrap for the first part. Originally it wasn't meant to be a two-parter but I didnt want to rush the ending or make this super long either. The second part will be out once I finish my other wips. Criticism and reqs are always welcome!!

[lookninjas]

Pick a Song Based on a Bad Description:

.In which it's really just a blatant excuse to build a playlist around the new Dessa double single.

I feel like this was predictable, to be honest.

Pick a song, based on a bad description. Whatever sounds like the best vibes to you. At the end of the week, I will put all of the songs into a playlist based on the poll results, starting with the song with the least votes and then going to the song with the most votes. I'll also reveal what all the songs are at that point, but if you're curious before then, send me an ask and I'll answer.

I feel like two of the songs should be pretty obvious, though. Also, the description for one of them is just straight-up song lyrics. And the Depeche Mode one is...

Yeah, anyway. Look, I'm just really happy I can put Dessa on a playlist with my Daði Freyr and my Citi Zēni without a lot of weird mood whiplash, you know? The orchestra stuff is great, but it can limit playlist creation.

Vote! Reblog! Please reblog, because when you do that the poll gets more answers and the playlist creation gets to take on a life of its own, rather than me having total control, which is kind of boring, truthfully. So, again, please reblog!

And I think that's it. Have fun! I'm going to listen to the new Dessa again.

[spaghettixdemon]

J Stands for more words than one PT.2

“While introducing his new girlfriend to the team, JJ is automatically confronted with her feelings for Spencer when they begin to get in the way of things"

DISCLAIMER You are responsible for the content you consume. Make sure to read all necessary warnings. Minors do not interact. Please remember this is a work of fiction; if you don’t like it, don’t read it.

Warnings: Drinking/Drunkenness, P in V, getting freaky in a car, fighting, slight mentions of death, Jealousy??

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F! Reader

Word Count: 2.7k (I am FEEDING y'all)

Little author message here- these are just ramblings and I never really planned on cleaning it up so again if it sounds funky that's way <3 read part 1 here | part 2.5 here

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The room was uncomfortably quiet as the BAU team watched the silhouette of Spencer make its way toward them. JJ fidgeted with her fingers as Spencer and a shorter, younger woman made their way to the room smiling awkwardly and laughing to themselves. JJ was honestly a little caught off guard- She and Spencer had been the youngest at the BAU headquarters...up until now. They were in their mid-to-late twenties, and this girl didn’t look any older than 22. Her hair was all done up and her makeup was pretty bold- not necessarily in a bad way though, it just looked like she had been working on how she’d present herself for quite some time. JJ did a once-over of the girl. She felt a little unprepared if she was being real. This person Spence had been ‘dating’ was attractive -like really pretty. Most of the time the team referred to Spence as a nerd- so the fact that this person he brought in wasn’t visibly also a nerd, surprised her.

————————————————————————————————— Spencer smiled awkwardly and grabbed Y/N’s hand. “Hey so um…this is who I wanted you all to meet.!.This is my girlfriend, Y/N” Garcia clapped her hands and hurried over to the girl along with Derek and Emily. “AWW it’s so great to finally meet you! We’ve heard so much about you!” Y/N laughed awkwardly, caught off guard by the bubbly personality. “Oh ha- really? That’s so nice..” She paused and gave Garcia a once-over before shyly smiling “You must be Penelope…Spence mentioned a friend of his who wears fun outfits” Garcia and the girl laughed, clicking almost immediately “Yeah-Yeah you could say that- I’m the technical analyst here at the BAU- I’mglad Spencer talks about us!” She smiled up at Spencer and took a step back, gesturing to the people next to her. “Sorry, I’m hogging all the attention! This is Emily Prentiss and Derek Morgan- but I’ll let them talk for themselves” 

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As Y/N met plenty of coworkers at once, JJ sat still, taking in the whole interaction. JJ felt a pit in her stomach, seeing just how head over heels Spence seemed to be for her…and she almost missed it, but did that random woman call Spencer the nickname she gave him?? Yeah, it was a pretty simple nickname, but so was Reid, Baby, My Boyfriend..or she could even just call him Spencer! She was positive that wasn’t a jab at her, but no one else in this office called him that…JJ thought back to the times she’d call Spence after work and how she’d use the nickname, thinking nothing of it, meanwhile this “new girl” must have liked the sound of it. It did roll off the tongue easily, she could admit that, but it was her nickname for him!

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JJ stood up, thinking to herself as she slowly trudged towards the scene unfolding in front of her. Why did she care this much about a stupid nickname? Why did she automatically assume this woman stole it from her? Clearly, something was going on internally she just couldn’t place what. Why would a grown woman like herself be acting this way? She wasn’t a child anymore! She needed to start acting her age. She put on a compelling smile and stood next to Emily. “Hello, I’m Jennifer Jareau!” She spoke bluntly, and for the first time in quite some time, she didn’t refer to herself with her nickname. This introduction caught everyone’s attention, including Spencers, almost immediately. They didn’t seem confused, but they didn’t seem unaware either. 

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JJ stuck out her hand for Y/N to shake, and it startled her a little. Y/N wasn’t scared or anything, the intensity just surprised her. “Oh um..Hi Jennifer- That’s such a fun name-” Y/N paused, thinking as her smile widened. “Ohh are you JJ? Spence talks about you constantly!” Y/N laughed, slipping her hand out of JJs. “Honestly when we first started dating I thought I should be worried about you…butttt you’re just really close- I get it..I have a few friends with work wives and husbands” Y/N chuckled. JJ on ther other hand, did not. Work husband? Spencer? She laughed awkwardly, feeling a little embarrassed. “Oh well I wouldn’t really consider Spence my work husband! We’re just…” She looked at Spencer, thinking. She didn’t really know how to describe their relationship, they just clicked, and he made her happy- it didn’t feel like friendship oddly enough their relationship just was what it was. “Work colleagues that just click, I guess you could say” She smiled and looked down at Y/N. Who was this young woman to define their relationship? I mean yeah, JJ didn’t really know either, but still! Y/N smiled, her eyes just barely squinting as she cocked her head. Y/N had a confused, confident, and happy look on her face somehow all at the same time. “Yeah....” Y/N crossed her arms, giving JJ a once-over before turing her attention to Derek and Garcia. JJ looked lost in thought as she took a step back, standing closer to Emily. She never really thought over the term ‘work husband’ before..did they really act that way? Like some sort of long term couple.

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“Hey Y/N! Why don’t you and the rest of us BAU ladies go out for a girls night??” JJ’s thoughts were cut short as she glanced over at Garcia, coming up with yet another idea. JJ was about to shut down the plan, when Emily spoke up next to her. “Yeah Y/N! The girls all get to know you and Derek and Reid can go out share all their guy stories.”Spencer rolled his eyes, laughing nervously. Y/N could feel his index finger rubbing her own as they held hands. “Oh come on Garcia- are you sure? You all just met. Why not give drinking together a day or two?” He chuckled, but it was clear Spencer had picked up on some odd vibe, and was trying to diffuse things. Which if we were being so honest right now, JJ was more than thankful for. 

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Y/N turned to Spencer, back faced to JJ now as a bigger smile appeared across her lips. “Oh come on Spence…I practically know them already! You tell me so many stories..” She turned back to face Garcia, Emily, and JJ. “Plusss I’d have three badasses by my side in case anything were to go wrong..” as Y/N egged on Spencer, Garcia and Emily laughed. They started cheering and begging Spencer to let Y/N get to know the women he worked with. It was only until the peak of the begging did JJ laugh an throw her hands in the air. “Aw come on Spence- let us get to know your girl!” JJ smiled. She didn’t fully understand what she had against Y/N, they did just meet after all, she just felt so…weird around her. Maybe if the she went out for drinks together with Y/N and her coworkers, that would clear up JJ’s feelings about everything. Spencer glanced at JJ, looking back down at Y/N with a smile “Oh why not..I’m sure you all will have a great time..!” The woman cheered and Y/N hugged Spencer. “Aw thanks baby!” She beamed as Spencer smiled softly. “Yeah Yeah…you have my number if you ever need anything..” Y/N smile softened and she laughed. “Yeah I sure hope I do..” She leaned up and kissed his cheek, moving closer to him, and in return Spencer leaned down and kissed her quickly on the lips.

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That’s when JJ felt the pit in her stomach. It wasn’t dramatic, she just felt like someone had pinched her, or slapped her, or maybe even pulled her hair. Just- something that woke a person up if they weren’t aware of things before. She couldn’t put a name to this feeling, but she was definitely up and adam now. Spencer noticeably blushed as Derek started teasing him. “Wooahh! Save it for later Lover boy!” the couple in front of JJ laughed as she stood there, a soft smile playing at her lips as she stood near them.

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JJ exhaled a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in as Y/N began to speak. She started by looking at Spencer, then the rest of the team in front of her. “Well um it was nice to meet you all! I ave to finish some work for the day but I can’t wait to see you all later- I assume you have Spence’s number, so just text him the address and time of where we’re meeting so he can pass it along to me!” She waved to everyone, a bright smile on her face as she glanced up at Spencer. “Wanna walk me back to the car?” Spencer glanced back at JJ before smiling happily and waving to the rest of his team. “Be back soon!”

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The couple had walked out, and everyone that had just met Y/N immediately started chatting about her. “She’s so pretty! And she seems a bit younger than him- don’t ya think?” Emily whispered to Garcia happily. Derek came over to JJ and they started to chat, only for JJ’s mind to wander. The way Y/N had called her Spence’s ‘work wife’... “JJ..” The way Spencer held onto Y/N and kissed her… “JJ..?” Why did she feel butterflies? This was her coworker, and his private life should not concern her. “JJ!” JJ jumped a little, thoughts leaving her mind as Derek stood in front of her. “Did you hear what I said? That girl seemed to have Pretty boy wrapped around her finger..like I’ve never seen that man so smitten before!”JJ was barely paying attention nodding her head at Derek. “Oh! Oh yeah- they’re really cute together..” She looked towards the door where the couple had walked out together. Derek took in JJ’s reaction and put his hands on his hips. “Are you ok? You’ve been acting so weird lately..” JJ looked back at Derek and shrugged, smiling. The one issue with working with BAU agents is they’ll always figure out when you feel conflicted. “huh? Yeah come on Morgan, I’m good! I just…need some air.” JJ made her way towards the door, ignoring any response Derek might have given.

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JJ had thoughts flowing through her mind of Spencer and that young woman attached to his hip. She sped-walked over to the elevator and made her way to the first floor. She looked at the ceiling on the elevator as it went down, thinking about how he used to look at her like he did Y/N just moments ago. As the elevator opened, she hurried towards the front door that led to the parking lot closest to her. JJ felt a weird guilt walking outside. It’s not like she was a smoker or anything, she just..needed air, that’s all. She felt overwhelmed and needed some space to clear her mind. As she shoved the door open, she looked up, seeing the many cars in the parking lot. One smaller light green car caught her attention almost immediately. Inside the car, two heads were twisting and turning back and forth. All JJ could do was stare as she watched Y/N grip Spencer’s hair and pull him closer as they made out. To be fair, their car was pretty far away from the front entrance, but that car color gave them away almost immediately.

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Y/N was breathing heavily while a blush crept its way across her cheeks. She breathed heavily, feeling the car air heat up around them. She held onto Spencer as she slowly broke the kiss, only to replace it with quicker pecs. “You’re so cute…when you introduced me” She mumbled to Spencer, who only laughed breathlessly in response. She kissed Spencer deeper and held onto him with a smile. Spencer seemed to be panting as his eyes stay glued shut. He held Y/N close and broke the kiss by biting Y/N’s lip and pulling away slowly with a smile. “Oh yeah..? Y/N was visibly flustered as she blushed and hugged Spencer. She looked up at her boyfriend and his scrunched outfit and messy hair. “Oh of course..!” She paused, visibly thinking. “I think I expected JJ to be more welcoming though, but whatever doesn’t matter” Y/N hummed and kissed Spencer softly on his neck- not leaving anything like a hickey, just wanting to get his attention. “…I’ll be seeing her later! I’m sure we’ll get along then..”

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JJ watched, seeing the couple start chatting and kiss each other. It was…so romantic..and..so embarrassing. JJ just witnessed their make-out session unintentionally. The only thing she could focus on was how passionate Spencer looked when kissing her. It played on loop in JJ’s mind..the way Spencer held Y/N close, the way he bit her lip..If JJ wasn’t a smoker before, she’d sure need a cigarette now. Friends shouldn’t feel the way she thought about Spencer. Maybe she was sick! Or dreaming..? Or maybe just delusional..? She couldn’t place the way she felt about Spencer, but she knew it was not normal. She watched as Spencer kissed Y/N deeply as he tried to leave her car. JJ suddenly became uncomfortably aware of where she was in this moment and how she had been staring at them like a dead man.

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She moved back and forth, trying and thinking about where to hide and what to do. Then, the thought entered her mind. She wasn’t a child- she was a grown woman! Why should she hide? She turned to face the door, grabbing it to try and scurry back inside, only to see the giant black box attached to the door frame. The key card scanner. The only way to get into this government building was to use a key card, which she foolishly left on her desk upstairs. Ok, now she was panicking. She glanced back around, seeing Spencer make his way towards the office. He coked his head, squinting his eyes as he made out JJ trying to rip the door open.

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“JJ..? Are you…Ok?”

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JJ felt sick to her stomach. She just intruded on Spencer's privacy, and had no way of escaping. She awkwardly turned to face Spencer and- if she wasn’t flustered before, she sure was now. His tie was practically falling off his neck, a few buttons had popped open on his shirt, and his lips were plump and red. JJ blushed, taking in how messy Spencer looked. “JJ? I said, ‘Are you ok?’ ” He was closer now and had his hands on his hips. JJ shook her head, clearing the thoughts absorbing her mind. “Huh? Oh yeah..yeah! Sorry I was just trying to get some air but I got locked out..” She laughed awkwardly, knowing how obvious her lying was. Spencer gave JJ a confused look, but shrugged it off as Y/N started to drive off, stopping in front of JJ and Spencer and rolling down a window. “Bye baby! See you at home”

————————————————————————————————— Wow…JJ really was out of the loop huh? Baby? At Home? A home that they..shared? JJ smiled and waved goodbye to Y/N along with Spencer before turning back to him as Y/N drove away. There was an awkward silence, neither of them really knowing what to say. JJ cleared her throat eventually, and looked up at Spencer. “Can you uh..let me in Spence?” JJ felt gross calling him that now- but did not want to acknowledge why. Spencer nodded with a bright smile on his face, bringing his card to the door and scanning it. He moved and held the door open for JJ as they awkwardly made their way inside. Neither of them spoke to each other as they headed back to their office floor, all the while Spencer fixed his shirt and hair. JJ glanced up at him, head filled with too much. Hopefully an hour or two later when the rest of the BAU girls got together she wouldn’t feel this…off. Hopefully..

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[pankowcrumbs]

Puppy love X Tom Holland (requested)

MasterList

It was one of those days that felt like it could have been straight out of a rom-com minus the romance, of course. Instead of candles, flowers, and long walks in the park, I was sitting on a plush sofa surrounded by fluffy corgi puppies, Tom Holland by my side, and a camera crew setting up for the most random, yet charming, Buzzfeed interview of my life.

We were in some funky, brightly coloured studio space, which was buzzing with excitement. I mean, how could it not? Puppies. Puppies everywhere. The small, plump corgis were running around us, their little tails wagging as they sniffed everything in sight, their tiny paws pattering on the floor. It was like a dream. Or maybe a distraction from the nerves that had been creeping up on me ever since we’d arrived to do the interview for our upcoming movie. It was one thing to talk about your latest project with a room full of journalists, but entirely another to do it with a bunch of puppies and a charming, nervous Tom Holland sitting beside you.

I shot Tom a glance, trying to hide my grin. His usual playful energy was on full display today. He was laughing at one of the pups who had tried to climb onto the back of the couch, only to tumble into a pile of pillows. The sight of him completely enraptured by the little creature made me smile even more.

“Alright, guys, we’re rolling in three... two... one...”

I gave a quick thumbs-up as the crew gave us the signal to begin. A light on top of the camera blinked on, and suddenly, I was aware of every little detail in the room the way the puppies' fur ruffled as they tumbled over each other, the way Tom’s eyes sparkled in the light, the camera’s lens fixed on us. It was a weird mix of professional and totally adorable, and I had to admit, I was enjoying the chaos.

“So, Y/N,” the interviewer began, breaking the ice, “tell us a bit about your upcoming film. What can fans expect?”

I took a breath, instantly falling into my usual interview mode. “Well, it’s a romantic comedy, and it’s set in this beautiful, magical world where anything can happen. The main characters, played by Tom and I, go on this crazy journey that’s full of laughs, a bit of drama, and...” I cut myself off as one of the puppies jumped up onto my lap, making a small grunting sound.

I looked down at the tiny bundle of fluff, its big eyes blinking up at me sleepily. “And apparently,” I added, chuckling softly, “puppies that love to interrupt interviews.”

Tom smirked. “You’ve got a puppy in your lap, Y/N. That’s got to be the best thing that’s ever happened to you during an interview, right?”

“Honestly?” I smiled down at the little thing. “Yeah, I’d say this is the best interview I’ve ever done.”

Tom laughed and leaned back against the couch, glancing at me. His face softened as he looked at the puppy curled up in my lap. I glanced up at him, only to catch him staring at the tiny ball of fur, a smile tugging at his lips.

“That’s actually the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” Tom said, his voice a little quieter than usual, almost in awe.

I raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was talking about. “What, the puppy?”

“No, no,” he shook his head with a grin. “I mean you. You’ve got this little guy snuggled up in your lap, and I swear, that’s the most wholesome thing I’ve ever seen. You look like you belong here, Y/N. With the puppies.”

I felt my cheeks flush at the unexpected compliment. “Well, I’m definitely not complaining,” I said, scratching the puppy’s ears gently. “I mean, who could resist these little guys?”

I glanced down again, noting how the puppy had begun to doze off in my lap. Its little chest rose and fell with each soft breath, and it let out a small, content sigh. It was ridiculously adorable. I didn’t even know how to act anymore. The combination of having a puppy in my lap and Tom Holland’s compliments made me feel like I was in a dream.

The interviewer, who was clearly trying to maintain a professional air, had to stop herself from giggling at the scene. “Well, it seems like we’ve got the best possible interview setup for today.”

“I’d say so,” Tom agreed, his eyes twinkling as he watched the puppy in my lap.

We continued answering a few more questions, but I found myself distracted every time I looked down at the sleeping puppy, so small and peaceful, its little body rising and falling with every breath. There was something so grounding about it, so pure. And the fact that Tom had pointed it out? That made it all the more sweet. It was like a moment that didn’t need to be anything special, but in its simplicity, it became something I’d remember.

“Okay,” the interviewer said, clearly wanting to keep things rolling, “let’s switch gears for a second. You two are known for your dynamic on-screen chemistry. How did that translate into the filming of this movie?”

I turned my attention back to the interview, trying to focus. “I think it was really easy,” I began, “because Tom is just so natural to work with. He’s one of those actors who makes you feel comfortable, and we have a lot of fun on set. We kind of just clicked from the beginning.”

Tom grinned at me. “I don’t know about that. I had to work hard to get Y/N to stop laughing every time we were meant to be serious. She has this contagious laugh, and before I knew it, we’d both be cracking up in the middle of a scene.”

“Not true!” I protested, laughing at the memory. “You’re the one who kept making funny faces when the camera wasn’t rolling!”

“Okay, fair,” he admitted, looking mock-offended. “But seriously, it’s always nice when you can have that kind of dynamic with a co-star. I think that energy definitely comes through in the film.”

I nodded in agreement. “It does. It definitely made the entire experience so much more fun.”

Just then, one of the puppies, a particularly fluffy one, tried to climb onto the couch next to me, but misjudged the distance and ended up tumbling into Tom’s lap.

“Whoa!” Tom exclaimed, carefully scooping the puppy into his arms, making sure it was alright. “You okay there, buddy?”

The puppy looked up at him with big, confused eyes, clearly realising its little tumble hadn’t been planned. Tom smiled down at it, brushing a stray bit of fur from its face, and then turned to me. “I think they likes you better, though. You’ve got that ‘I’m a puppy magnet’ thing going on.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I’m pretty sure they just love all the attention.”

Tom glanced at the puppy in my lap again, his gaze softening. “Look at that one,” he said quietly, pointing at the little dog curled up in my lap. “Fast asleep. Totally peaceful.”

I looked down again, and sure enough, the puppy had fallen into a deep sleep, its little paws tucked underneath its body. I smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment settle around me. “It’s adorable, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Tom said, his voice low, “it really is.”

There was a long, quiet beat, and I couldn’t help but notice how Tom’s eyes stayed on the puppy in my lap for just a second longer. There was something undeniably sweet about it about the way he seemed so genuinely fond of the moment, so present, like everything was just right in that one small instance.

“Alright,” the interviewer broke the silence, grinning. “We’re going to have to wrap it up soon, but I think it’s safe to say that the puppies have won today.”

I nodded, trying to ignore the sudden warmth flooding my cheeks. “Yeah, they definitely have.”

Tom flashed me a grin. “Puppies 1, us 0.”

And just like that, we wrapped up the interview, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that the most memorable part of the day had nothing to do with the movie or the questions. It was that quiet, sweet moment, with Tom pointing out how adorable the puppy in my lap was, how he’d noticed something so small and yet so heartwarming.

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Thirty-eight:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa.Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

Weeks had passed since he had gotten her the swing. She used it of course. Usually during those late work nights of his. (Y/N) didn’t mind. Karma and her would just curl up together and read or nap.

Doflamingo didn’t talk much on those nights. There was always an eerie silence in the room. It was so quiet the only sound in the room was the scratching of his pen on parchment as well as the electricity running through the walls. Occasionally he would grunt or mumble to himself but not much else. He seemed too busy to put up with her yet he didn’t want her too far away from him.

(Y/N) didn’t know whether he feared she’d run or if he truly just craved her companionship.

On the nights he didn’t work, the two of them would sit in the bedroom while he yammered on about whatever nonsense she clearly didn’t care about. He would feed her exotic chocolates and rare wines until the sun would come up some nights. She wouldn’t give him much information about herself. No matter how much he asked, she always kept the answers vague and minimal.

“What’s your favorite color?” He would ask eagerly, tapping his glass as he laid on his belly on the mattress across from her.

“I don’t know, don’t care.” She would reply blandly, her face void of emotion.

“What about your childhood? What was that like? Did you have a family?” He would grin broadly as he spoke, almost as if she were truly answering his questions.

“It was okay I guess. And yeah I have a family.” She’d answer back vaguely.

He knew he’d never get any answers out of her. Not until she wanted to of course. The problem was that she didn’t want to and didn’t see herself wanting to in the foreseeable future. Mainly out of fear he might find out about her past. She couldn’t tell him. Not yet at least. Not like he’d believe her anyways.

Her past was so unbelievably complicated. She was in an entirely different timeframe than the one she was born into. Somewhere in the far future and the only thing that tied her to her home was her phone, still hidden in his bathroom. Some days she’d forget it was even there. Others, she was sick to her stomach with worry, scared he’d find it.

A few days ago he almost caught her. (Y/N) had decided to go hide away in the bathroom one morning. She had some personal business to take care of and she was desperate for a little bit of nostalgia. So while on the toilet, she pulled her phone from the vase her phone was hidden in.

(Y/N) made sure the door was locked before pulling it quietly from its secret hiding place. Doflamingo was still sprawled out, completely knocked from a night of heavy drinking and smoking. So she assumed she was safe. But as long as she remained in his grasp, she was never truly safe.

She turned the phone on. It had been kept off. Scared that somehow it might go off or even die. She’d been here for months at this point and didn’t expect it to even turn back on. She thought it’d be completely dead. But she got lucky. She just wanted to scroll through some pictures for a while. Something to give her hope.

There were all sorts of videos and pictures of her and the crew. Franky was the most fascinated with the device. It was one of the coolest things anybody on the ship had ever seen. I mean in this world what kind of object has the power to call, send messages, play music, and has games?

Brook and Luffy were always requesting songs to be played. Especially at dinner when the whole crew was together. Luffy seemed to like upbeat pop music, Brook liked soulful, funky music, and Robin liked softer, more meaningful music. Zoro, unsurprisingly, didn’t seem to care much either way. However, (Y/N) would catch him bopping his head to some rap music occasionally when he pretended to sleep on the deck.

(Y/N) scrolled through her music, sound off of course, looking at each Strawhats favorite song and genre. She sighed longingly, wishing she was with them. Hell, she’d even take her old life before Luffy over the situation she was in now.

Just as she was about to finish up in the bathroom, Doflamingo banged loudly from the other side of the door, startling her so bad she audibly gasped and dropped her phone on the marble floor beneath her.

“What are you up to in there?” Doflamingo’s voice called out, jiggling the knob as he did so.

(Y/N) panicked and blurted out— “Just taking a shit, be out in a sec!”

Doflamingo was silent for a moment, the door handle quit moving as well. She could sense his disgust and disdain for her brutally honest reply. He was obviously hoping to catch her doing something more interesting.

“Eugh! Hurry up!” He exclaimed before moving away from the door, utterly grossed out.

After such a close call, she thought it best to not get her phone out again. She felt like she was a grounded teenager again, sneaking her phone back from her mothers room.

Today was a much different day. Doflamingo’s rustling woke her sometime in the night. It was unusual. He’d never woken her up before. (Y/N) was soundly asleep. Doflamingo was spooning her and she was spooning the cat. That was until he began to move and mumble in his sleep.

His grip on her tightened, initially waking her. In a half-asleep state, she removed herself from his arms and laid flat on her stomach and tried to go back to sleep. However, he flipped over onto his back and began to murmur and groan louder. Doflamingo’s breathing quickened as his head thrashed from side to side.

“No… No… Stay away from me!” He hollered into the night.

(Y/N) was no longer dozing back to sleep. She was now upright and staring into his face, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she watched him struggle in his sleep. She didn’t know whether to wake him or not.

“You’re dead…” He grumbled painfully.

The glasses he never removed were still firmly placed on his head, keeping his eyes hidden as always. But she noticed something seeping out from the corners of his eyes. Tears. She knew she had to wake him from his nightmare. It didn’t matter if he hit her in the process. He might even do more harm if she left him like this.

With a gentle, shaky hand, she patted him on his broad, sweaty chest. “Hey, Doffy…” She whispered, tapping him again.

It didn’t work. He only stirred harder, his fists pounded into the mattress as he yelled again.

“Don’t touch me!” He bellowed, shaking his head.

She jumped back for a second, wincing as if expecting him to swing at her. Once she realized he was still dreaming, she reached a hand out again. This time, rubbing his cheek with a tenderness only a mother would have.

“Shhh….” She hushed him, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “Wake up, you’re okay.” She hummed.

He didn’t wake but his breathing slowed. (Y/N) tried again, this time tapping his cheek lightly with her two fingers.

“Doffy.” She said a little louder, “Wake up.”

He then inhaled deeply, clearly startled. He looked around frantically before sitting up so quickly he pushed her back onto her butt with his shoulder.

“What? What is it!?” He continued to look around as if he was expecting an intruder.

The only thing moving in the room was Karma, who was pouting in the windowsill, cleaning her tail in the moonlight.

“Are you okay?” (Y/N) asked, sitting back up to get a good look at him.

The sweat from his night terror was glistening in the light that peeked through his sheer curtains. His chest rose and fell quickly, shoulders shaking as he peered down at the girl in his bed.

“I’m fine. Why did you wake me?” He seemed almost offended that she woke him.

“I’m sorry.” She murmured, looking down at his chest. “You were having a bad dream.”

“No I wasn’t.” He answered quickly, throwing himself back down onto the bed, lying with his back facing her. “Go back to bed.”

(Y/N) sat there for a moment before reluctantly laying back down in the bed. She knew he would never admit to having a moment of weakness in front of her. Especially not after his last fall out at his birthday party. That was embarrassing for the both of them and he knew it.

Doflamingo was of course still pretending to be too drunk to remember. (Y/N) knew better than to ever bring it up again. She was afraid of what kind of reaction she’d receive.

The next morning he was gone before her. Nothing too unusual. If he was upset with her in any way or had embarrassed himself, she noticed that he woke first and would leave for breakfast without her. It made her wonder how someone so big made such little waves when he vanished from the room.

She didn’t feel like going to breakfast. If he wanted to pout then fine, she’d let him. Why chase after a man who behaved like a pestilent child? She dressed herself and made her way to the library.

Once inside, someone was waiting for her. Not Doflamingo, thank God. But Violet. He of course requested that the two women spend more time together. (Y/N) knew he just wanted to find information out about her. She wasn’t that stupid or naive. Yet there was something comforting and real about Violet. She was always so kind to (Y/N), regardless of how much she snapped at her.

“There you are,” Violet spoke as soon as she entered. “We were wondering what happened to you. I think the Young Master is looking for you.” Violet couldn’t help but giggle, covering her mouth at the idea of Doflamingo searching the palace for her.

“Fuck him. Let him look.” (Y/N) scoffed, sauntering over to the chair that sat on Violet's right side.

She plopped down lazily in the chair, completely spread out as if she was Doflamingo. Although she wouldn’t admit it, she had acquired some of his attributes. Like right now for example. Not to mention she had been walking the halls as if she owned the place. And she kind of did. She was now allowed to freely roam the halls as she pleased, and no one could say a word to her. Not even Trebol or Diamanté.

“You know he’ll be upset. I don’t understand why you insist on toying with him. He’s very dangerous.” Violet warned.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, smirking slightly. “What’s he going to do to me? Really? Let me go? What a punishment.” She replied dryly.

Violet just shook her head, lightly laughing. “You’re braver than most I know, I’ve never seen him behave this way before either.”

“That’s what everyone says.” (Y/N) replied, seemingly intrigued. “What’s up with him, huh? Seems like a big baby to me.”

Violet stifled her laughter at that, mainly out of fear he might hear her.

“You can’t say that, what if he hears?” She scolded.

“I’m not scared of his bitch ass.” (Y/N) lied.

She leaned in closer to Violet, lowering her voice to a whisper as she glanced at the doors. “I’ve got him wrapped around my finger.” She grinned as she spoke.

Violet looked almost stunned by her confident answer. The expression only deepened when the doors to the library flew open. Of course it was him. It was always him.

“Oh man…” (Y/N) quietly complained.

“There you are pajarito.” Doflamingo’s booming voice echoed throughout the library as he stormed towards her, coat billowing behind him like a pink cape. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, where were you?” He stopped in front of her, hands on his hips as he demanded an answer.

“I was in bed. I didn’t want breakfast.” She answered him simply.

He only huffed in return before crossing his arms over his chest. That answer clearly wasn’t good enough.

“Why? What’s the matter? Are you ill?” He immediately squatted down on her level, placing the back of his hand on her forehead almost as if he was checking her temperature.

She swatted his hand away with a disgusted scoff. “I am fine.” She hissed, glaring a hole through him.

He stood, sighing as he ran a finger through his hair. His eyes never left his prize. He didn’t even glance in Violet’s direction. Not that she was complaining. It was as if she wasn’t even there.

“Fine, if you insist.” He threw his hands up in mock defeat, grinning. “I just wanted to tell you to be in the room by eight tonight. I have plans for us.” He said.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, exhaling dramatically. “Fine, I’ll be there.” She waved him off as if she were the boss of him, yet he obliged, smiling madly as he waved goodbye to her.

Later that night, (Y/N) had made her way back to the library. She still had about two hours until she had to meet with her captor. Until then she’d just read in solitude. While she read, Doflamingo was planning a romantic night. He wanted tonight to be the night.

He instructed the maids to put on fresh sheets. The cooks were told to prepare an arrangement of aphrodisiacs for them to indulge in. Dark chocolate covered strawberries, figs, pomegranate seeds, as well as a bottle of his finest champagne. He wanted the room to exude romance and pure sexuality.

He showered up, and put on his best cologne, dressed in his finest silk robe, slightly opened to show off his chest, and nothing underneath. All for her. It was a deep blood red in color and short in length. He wanted her to crave his body like he craved hers.

7:45pm.

‘She’ll be here any minute.’ He thought to himself.

Doflamingo had a last minute idea. He’d set the bathroom up for an erotic bath together. It was the closest he’d manage to get so far. That night played through his mind as he filled the tub up. The smell of the lavender bath oil made the hairs on the back of his neck stand with excitement. It sent a wave of arousal through him as he was reminded of how her breast felt beneath his palm, how her hard nipple felt on his tongue.

8:00pm

The tub was filled with bubbles and steaming water. He decorated the bathroom with pink rose petals leading a trail to the tub. The only light inside was the various scented candles he lined around the wall of the tub. If this didn’t woo her, he didn’t know what would.

Doflamingo laid himself out on the bed, trying his hardest to look seductive. He laid on his side, propping up his head with his elbow as he waited for her. And waited, and waited, and waited.

8:15pm

He was now beginning to grow impatient. Worried even. Did she finally escape? Was she playing with him? Avoiding him on purpose? No, no. She was just making him wait. Teasing him. That’s all, nothing more.

8:30pm

Now he was pissed. This was beyond a playful joke. She was so downright dissing him. And he wasn’t going to stand for it. Just as he was about to put out the candles and go find her, the bedroom door creaked open, revealing the girl and her cat as they trudged inside.

(Y/N) didn’t even notice the candles and roses strewn across the room as she let the cat down on the floor.

“There you are. I said eight.” He said, his jaw clenched as he tried his hardest to not sound as angry as he was.

“Sorry,” she shrugged, hardly noticing his attire and position. “I lost track of time.”

Doflamingo pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling in disappointment. “It’s fine. Just forget it. Come here.” He wiped the sneer from his face and put on a smile as he beckoned her, curling his first finger.

She rolled her eyes before finally taking in the room as well as him. Her eyes widened in realization. He was trying to climb on her. Again. The tray of food was laid out before him, two flutes of champagne were set out along with a bottle on the bedside table.

(Y/N) sighed. She wasn’t going to give in. It didn’t matter how badly he wanted her. It wasn’t happening. She shuffled forwards towards the bed, kicking off her shoes as she climbed up beside him. But before she could climb into the bed he put a hand out, stopping her.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He teased. “Why don’t you put on something a little more comfortable?” He let a finger trail against her exposed collarbone.

He then pointed to a matching silk robe in her size, hanging at the end of the bedframe. She glared at him but only for a moment before snatching the robe from the bed and making her way to the bathroom. But just before she could enter, he stopped her yet again.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He called after her.

“To change?” She said, a brow raised as she pointed towards the door.

He didn’t want to ruin the surprise, he couldn’t have her go in yet or she’d never fall for it.

“Change here. I want to watch.”

It was the perfect excuse. It wasn’t a lie but it distracted her enough.

“Ew, no way!” She grimaced in disgust, placing the robe over her chest as if he were trying to undress her himself.

“Oh come on, like I haven’t seen what you’ve got already.” He licked his lips as his mind ran wild with thoughts.

“Not all of it, and I’d like to keep it that way.” She retorted.

“Not for long you won’t.” He chuckled softly. “Change here, I won’t look, promise.” He placed one of his large hands over his already shaded eyes.

(Y/N) didn’t trust him, but she knew it was best to just do as she was told. She turned her back to him before placing the robe overtop of her dress. With her back still turned she let the dress drop from her figure before tying the robe tightly around her. Once covered, she climbed into the bed next to him.

Doflamingo uncovered his eyes, taking in her new, laidback appearance.

“Perfect, mi amor.” He cooed in her ear.

He handed her a glass, filled to the brim with bubbling champagne as he himself took one. He clinked the glasses together before promptly downing his. Doflamingo was honestly a little nervous. Not that he’d admit it of course. He needed the booze to loosen him up a little.

“I’ve gotten you a little something as well.” Doflamingo said as he filled up his glass.

He then picked up a perfectly rolled joint from the tray of food, handing it to her as well as a lighter. She took them both in the same hand before following Doflamingo and downing her glass. He offered to refill it for her and she took the offer without hesitation.

(Y/N) then placed the joint loosely between her lips, flicking the lighter at its tip. The flame reflected in Doflamingo’s glasses as he watched. How she mesmerized him. The way she so effortlessly inhaled the smoke into her lungs. Not to mention the fact that it drove him absolutely crazy when she exhaled the smoke through her nose.

The way the smoke curled around her nostrils. It made her look like a dragon. Powerful. Confident. Beautiful. He loved to watch her smoke. He propped himself up on his elbow and sipped as he watched her.

“So,” Doflamingo finally spoke up. “How have you and Violet been getting along?”

“Fine.”

“Good, good. I want you to have friends. Maybe I could have you spend some time with Baby soon, how does that sound?” He asked, trying to sound sincere but not quite cutting it.

She shrugged nonchalantly, like she didn’t care one way or the other. The ember in the joint burned bright in the dimly lit room. Doflamingo couldn’t keep his eyes off of it. Off of her.

“Why do you keep me here?” She asked, sounding rather unapologetic.

Doflamingo leaned back against the headboard as he downed the second glass. With a clink he set it down on the bedside table. He looked amused that she would even ask such a question.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He grinned, taking the joint from between her lips and placing it between his own. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner.”

“And what would that be?” She challenged him.

“Well,” He outstretched his long legs, getting comfortable before he continued. “You’re extremely loyal— not to me yet but soon you will be. You’re absolutely breathtaking as well.” He grinned broadly at that statement before devouring her form with his eyes.

“You’re as brilliant as you are beautiful, and not to mention how you can take a hit and a joke. Makes me wonder what else you can take.” He chuckled at his innuendo.

(Y/N) frowned and rolled her eyes at him. She didn’t say anything at first. Just watched as the smoke danced around the white frames of his sunglasses. She wanted to rip them from his face, call him a coward, and kick his ass right then and there. But she knew she’d never win. And hell, he’d probably like it.

He finished off the rest of the joint in one long puff before putting it out in the ashtray nearby. It was probably a good thing he didn’t let her finish it. She was already high enough. Her eyes and head were equally as heavy and she could feel her ears and neck heating up from the champagne.

The second glass remained full in her hand, completely untouched. She was almost afraid to get too wasted around him tonight. She could tell over the past few days he was getting touchy with her. More than usual. There was an occasional brush of fingers or head pushing her hair back out of her face, holding her hand maybe. But this was different.

“There’s plenty of women who are better than me. Closer to your age, bigger too. So that doesn’t really answer my question.” She said suddenly.

Doflamingo chuckled, pouring himself a third glass. He sipped from it rather than chugging it this time. Then he leaned forwards, only mere inches away from her face. With his free hand he reached out, cupping her chin in his massive palm.

“You’re different from any other woman I’ve ever met. I knew you weren’t like the others even before we met. I could tell from the look in your eyes. The way you stood. There’s something there that you won’t let me see. And I want all of you.” Doflamingo purred, just above a whisper.

“Well you can’t have me.” She seethed, squinting her eyes at him.

He leaned back.” We’ll see about that, pajarito.”

The two sat in a charged silence for a moment. Just staring at one another.

“Drink.” He said.

(Y/N) glanced down at the flute of champagne. She was gripping the stem of the glass so tightly she feared it might snap. She loosened her grip and brought her shaky hand up to her mouth, drinking as he instructed.

Doflamingo finished off his third glass without taking his eyes off of her. The way she looked in that robe made him want to take her right there. To take the glass from her hand, swipe the tray of aphrodisiacs into the floor and have her as many times as he wanted. The effects of the alcohol were starting to take over his brain. He was feeling rather impulsive.

“Here,” He reached out, plucking a strawberry from the tray and brushing it against her bottom lip. “Try it.”

The cool, hardened, dark chocolate slid with ease across her lips with ease. The condensation clinging to her skin. She parted her lips and let him place the strawberry between her teeth. He held the stem as she crunched down on it. Their eyes never left one another as they did so. As she chewed, she knew this was going to be a long night.

[devotion-disorder]

HI HI HI HI!!!! I LOVE YOUR NEW HAIRDO!! CAN YOU PLEASE TELL ME IF THERE'S ANY REQUIREMENTS ON GETTING YOUR HAIR DONE? ALSO WOULD KUUYA EVER LET ANON CONTROL HIM IN ALMOST EVERY ASPECT? LIKE WHAT HE EATS, WEARS, AND DO??? BTW YOUR ART STYLE IS SO YUMMY!!!!!!!!

THANK U!!!! While I think it's possible to go to a point where Kuuya just...relents to every single thing you demand of him, its not like he's going to let go of all rationality so easily (ironic as it sounds). He's a pushover not only to his partner but to most of the other people in his life as well, so he's not going to let go of his commitments just like that. But I think it's definitely possible if you play your cards right.

and info about getting your hair done under the cut:

If you want to do it exactly like how I did, its actually a balayage instead of a full bleach! anyhow, I guess the biggest thing is that bleaching is definitely a commitment. Here's some stuff to note based on my experience:

It depends on your natural hair! my natural hair color is pretty dark, so I needed to bleach it twice to get any sort of bright color. my hairstylist also said apparently my hair is just kinda resistant to bleach, which is why it took literally 9 hours lol (and other complications because Ive gotten it bleached before)

I've always gotten it bleached at a salon and it can be a bit pricey ngl

You can't bleach your hair if it's been chemically treated (eg. straightened / permed)! and you can't do it afterwards either, because of how damaging bleaching is. So i have to style it myself if i want any sort of curl!

you might also need to invest in some decent hair care products + colored shampoo etc etc if you want your hair to not be the texture of straw lmao

More on that, you might want to be careful if your hair is already pretty dry/ brittle to begin with, because bleaching will really truly make it so dry lol

the color can fade pretty quickly, even if you keep up with the proper shampoos and stuff. I expect the pink color in that photo to be gone by at most a month LOL

so yeah...pretty hefty price to pay for funky hair color. That's why I didn't bleach it until ~2 years ago, because I was so hesitant. But!!! I can say that i regret absolutely nothing, because having pink hair rules LOL. I mean this is literally my third time bleaching it!!

[amelie-sama-blog]

gentle reminder: going by anti logic, all male love interests in most otome games are "pedophiles".

let me preface by saying, i know it sounds crazy. but hear me out.

let me take the new shining star in the otome gacha genre as an example: love and deepspace. the male love interests in it are aged 24, 27 and 28, with one being of unknown age. (!!!spoilers ahead: current lore even suggests that they all may be way, waaay older!!!). the mc has no canonical age, but is assumed to be an adult.

this is the important part: antis always prioritise the age of the actual person playing the game over the fictional character they self-insert into, as easily demonstrated by their disapproval or outright hate of romantic or sexual fanfictions/games/media providing self insertion into an underage group (such as high schoolers) being played/read by adults. in short, an adult self inserting into a high schooler dating high schoolers is still "being a pedophile" to them.

and this gets especially funny and ridiculous if you turn the tables on them. love and deepspace and tears of themis all have very much adult male love interests, with a through context assumed adult mc. but that doesn't matter, what matters is the person behind the screen playing. plenty of minors play love and deepspace and tears of themis.

and thus, adding that to the anti mindset that fictional beings can "consent", can pass the whatever the fuck test to prove they can consent, can be "violated" or "disrespected", fictional beings can also decide to be "pedophiles". which every single adult male love interest in both of these games and many many more are "deciding", when they "decide" to court a minor player, and even bed a minor player in a tasteful fade to black manner.

so, wake up call everyone, get out all your pitchforks, because we bouta take all the handsome anime men in otome games to fiction court in fiction land for their fiction crimes!

all these beloved boyfriends, *fiancées* even in tears of themis, arrested and put in fiction jail for daring to lay a hand on a minor.

similar hypocrisy can also be seen when antis criticise the persona franchise and its fandom: for quick context, persona is a series of games with a self insert high school protag about you and your clique saving the world with your jojo stand. while doing so the game allows you to forge bonds and romance available partners, most of them being fellow high schoolers.

on one end, there's "b-but you're an adult playing the game and dating minors, so gross, so problematic, so disgusting, you're such a pedophile!!!", and on the other, there is "yeah but the fact that romancing your teacher is an option is so messed up, like, so problematic, like, wtf that's unacceptable, mc is her minor student, the fact that you like that is so wrong!!!".

no need to have a PhD in mathematics to see that something doesn't add up lol. antis always prioritise the person behind the screen, until you can make it problematic by not prioritising that, and that obviously leads to some funky "you can never win" arguments.

whether i choose to romance the teacher or choose to romance my 15 year old friend, antis are gonna have to say something about it. (and of course, all otome husbandos need jail NOW😡)

[poetic-pearls]

oh, the way that I love you

the second part for this

pairing: jason grace x reader (established relationship)

"that late night jazz kind of love"

[wc: 638]

the soft purr of the ventilator fills the room; caressing every creek and nook of the room.

i watch it on its journey.

from its creator to the paintings adorning the walls.

from there on to the lampshade after which its path turns below to the carpet - before it makes its way back up.

ending its journey by curling snugly around his biceps.

his arms tense as he puts the dried dishes away.

"soo..."

my eyes follow him as he walks back to the old record player, pulling out the box with the records from underneath the side table.

i add the herbs to the pot but my eyes don't leave him.

"what are you playing?"

no response as he puts the record in its place.

then.

the scratch of the needle followed by a gentle hum, signaling the overture of the recording, permeates the air.

it takes only a second to recognize the melody.

his hand holding mine tightly.

the heat of the evening sun.

walking together through rome without a single thing to worry about.

-i could get used to this.

i hope we will be able to.

no responsibilities, no war, just us.

we run through the streets without looking back, only stopping when we find an interesting store, or a sight so beautiful and warm that the only right reaction would be to kiss.

there's always something new to discover in rome.

"wait! let's go there"

i drag him after me inside the record store.

inside, we show each other records with funky designs that we laugh about, with cool rock that we put back down and warm jazz that we cherish.

"ohh, we have to get this one"

i look down from his smile to the record he's holding and laugh.

"yeah, definitely."

he moves back towards me, spinning and something that could only be described as... grooving? which sounds ridiculous - because it is.

i laugh a little as i turn back around stirring the tea so that the milk i'm adding won't burn.

"... and i want you"

his arms find my waist and his chin my shoulder as he starts to sway us, singing in my ear.

"... but i want you to want me too"

his body pressing against mine only intensifies the heat of the roman summer; but i wouldn't change it for the world.

"if you keep doing that the tea will burn."

but he doesn't care - and i can't put into words how happy that makes me. hs entire life he had to follow orders, only ever doing what he was told. this, just dancing and not worrying, is something he couldn't even have dared to do in his dreams just a few years ago when i first met him.

so i let him.

"... but i'm gonna change your mind"

jason spins me around, leading us away from the hearth to the couch.

we dance together all around the room. laughing and singing without a care in the world.

the shyrdak below our feet offers a pleasant coolness in the unwavering heat presented by rome's summer.

"... to share is precious, pure and fair"

the smell of the sitting homemade tiramisu calling our names, cinnamon chai, fresh flower bouquet sitting next to the record player and the intimacy of dancing with your lover at midnight to old jazz. it's prefect; we've finally found home. and know that he feels it too.

"gotta gotta gotta

love me sugar"

with a giggle we lean in; and as much as i wish to only focus on jason i can't help but pray to the gods, thanking them for granting us moments like this and for them to never take it away again.

one last lingering kiss before we lean with our foreheads against each other.

"oh, the way that i love you"

[toady-baby]

Could we get a one shot of ran seeing chubby reader naked for the first time please? (Doesnt have to turn sexual) ❤️❤️

AAAAAAH YES OFC!!!!

Okay so I kinda made it in the context of my fic lol- so 😭 I hope you still like it!

Ran walks in on you after your shower 👀

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The door creaked open slowly, the faint sound of dripping water echoing off the walls. Ran stopped in their tracks, their usual impassive expression faltering for a second as they realized what they’d just walked into.

You were standing outside the tub, steam curling around you from your hot shower. Your bare back was to them, and you hadn’t noticed them while you slowly wrapped yourself with a towel.  Ran's eyes took in everything —the way your shoulders sloped into soft curves, the roundness of your body dripping with wetness, your pretty bare thighs-

You turned around, your eyes widening in shock as your hands instinctively flied to cover yourself. “Ran! What are you-,” Your voice trembling slightly, embarrassment coloring your cheeks. What kind of psycho-

Ran hesitated looking away as they turned their head.  “I didn’t know you were still in here,” they said, their voice low.

“You-“

“-should’ve knocked.” Their words came out stiffly as if trying to act like their usual self. They take a step back, their face still turned but your voice stopped them.

 “..Just…give me a second.” You mutter grumbling, still flushed.

Ran paused, their hand on the doorknob…their heart raced in a way it never did during missions or fights. They had seen plenty of things in their life—things far more shocking, brutal, and raw. And yet, the sight of you, vulnerable like this made them…

After a moment of silence, they cleared their throat... “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

You glanced at them, their voice was softer and quieter than you were used to.

“..It’s fine,” you mumbled, though the way your arms tightened across your chest told a different story

Ran’s face looked to you a little, “is it?” questioned somewhat amused.

You looked away… “I just-..didn’t know how to lock your damn door okay..,”

Ran’s eyes widened a fraction..before they faintly huffed.

“…Could show you,”

Your eyes flickered up to them. Jeez this was embarrassing enough. Curse Ran’s funky door lock…Your attempts to not ask for help always ended biting you in the back.

Your arm tightened around the top of your towel as you stepped forward.

“How do you do it..,” you grumbled exhaling.

They stepped aside, slightly hovering over you and lifting your right hand.

They did not need to be this close to simply teach you how to lock their door.

You tried to act unaffected as their cold hand guided you to the little switch, tucked away on the side of the doorknob.

“push that down,” Their voice was warm against your ear.

Your finger does so, it making a soft clicking sound.

“..Its locked now,”

You swallowed…

“push it back up to unlock?”

“..mhm,”

Ran was still holding the top of your hand. Their thumb subtly rubbing your squishy soft skin there.

Your heart skipped a beat, definitely noticing it.

You took your hand away, your face warmer than you’d like. Ran’s holding the doorknob now...Were they going to open it for you? You kinda needed to get out.

Ran’s voice sounded faintly amused. “…You used my soap?”

Your eyes glanced at them.

“..uh- yeah it was the only thing there..”

You smelled like them.

Your arms slightly tightened around yourself again feeling their stare on you…

Finally they then opened the door, the cold and un-humid air washing over you.

Your body shivered but also felt relieved.

“..knock next time,” You grumbled.

As you walked out, you swore you saw Ran's lip tug up.

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