#Handmade Note Book

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[it-dont-have-to-sting]

All of my notebooks [ journals, commonplace notebooks, pocket notebooks, zibaldones, field notes etc -- whatever you may call them] since Jan 1st. The two at the bottom are handmade.

[capriciouscapricornjewellery]

✿ The Secret Garden Collection ✿

[marinawoznjuksworld]

[eppujensen]

Ooh, pretty! A DIY constellation notebook cover by Sophie at The Things She Makes.

[letstalkbeautyuk]

A lovely badge order we made this week ☮️ 🌱 I love seeing what badges you all pick, as we have over 6000 designs. This order is bright and fun

[gazpacho-deluxe]

sorted through some of the things i got from my great grandmother when she died and i have all these old pencils and art supplies and a japanese ink stone and a whole box of her sketchbooks from college and after and it’s just like… wow, you know?

[nevermindsunny77]

[writingsbychlo]

WITHDRAWAL | theodore nott

summary; theo decides to quit smoking, but doesn't realise that his decision would affect his girlfriend, too.

word count; 3007

notes; just a cute, fluffy little piece based on something that I was tagged in about 2 months ago! unfortunately, I cannot find the original post or tagger, but if it's you, please let me know!!

If there was one thing about Theodore Nott that couldn't be denied, it was that he loved with everything he had. 

He loved his friends; he was loyal to a fault and he’d never let them down. He loved his family, he wrote over fifteen letters a week to all his aunties and cousins, and still held onto his mother’s recipe book, even to this day. 

And he loved, adored, his girlfriend with everything that he had. He’d do anything for her, crawl across hot coals if she asked, give up his magic and his money and his legacy, just to make her happy. She’d never asked as such of him, still blushed when he pulled out his wallet when they shopped and smiled brighter than the sun when he gave her a handmade card or something he’d cooked. So, to his eyes, it didn’t seem all that much when he decided to give up smoking for her. 

She hadn't asked him to, never even pulled a face when he smoked. But Theo was damn sick of trying to blow the smoke away from her when she joined him at the astronomy tower, cuddled up to his chest, because he didn’t want that poison near her. He hated watching her shiver on the colder nights, he hated waking her in the middle of the night when he got up to satiate that itch, and he hated thinking of a future where he left her too soon, running short on time, because he ruined himself.

He chucked his last box into the fireplace one impulsive morning, and thought he might go cold turkey. He’d been so moody by lunchtime that he’d almost bitten Enzo’s head off over the way he pronounced ‘tomato’. That afternoon, he’d ditched his classes and trudged through the snow to the floo connection at the Hog’s Head, and picked up enough nicotine patches from a muggle supply store to knock out a fully grown Hippogriff.

He’d torn the packaging off of one in the grimy restroom at the back of the store and slapped it onto his bicep, and almost collapsed from the relief it gave him. It wasn’t nearly as effective as picking up a packet from the newsagent’s stand he’d passed would’ve been, but as soon as his fingers had twitched to pick up a box, your face had flashed through his mind. Your face, smiling at him, your face that morning telling him how proud you were of him when he’d shared his goals in hopes of support, and it was enough to deter him from the purchase.

You were his strength, once again, as you’d always been. 

And truly, you were so proud of Theo. Changing his patches for him every evening, in time with that first one. Reading up on the muggle solutions, and making sure you were fully versed on how to help him. Keeping him busy seemed to help, when he got bored, his eyes started flicking towards the door, and the slight irritability he’d been able to keep a lid on pretty well would begin to flare up. For the most part, he’d been staying at your dorm, in an active attempt to keep away from Mattheo, who wasn’t quite ready to give up his comfortable vice just yet. 

Unfortunately, as the days went on, while Theo seemed to be handling it just fine, you were struggling. The irritability grew, even Draco’s breathing was making you want to snap pencils in half in the library, or throw Enzo off the astronomy tower if he scraped his fork on his plate one more time. You were ravenous, and nauseous, all at the same time. You wanted to eat everything but could hardly hold it down. You were dizzy, and fatigued, and your grades were going to start slipping if this continued, because it had been almost a week since you’d been able to concentrate on any thought longer than a minute, never mind a whole class. 

And now, you were lying in bed, rubbing at your eyes angrily but unable to sleep as you stared at the ceiling. Theo, for once, was sleeping soundly beside you. Since giving up smoking, his sleep patterns had been getting better, while yours were getting worse by the night. Almost a week, and you’d barely gotten nine hours of sleep put together. 

When you shuffled again, pressing yourself a little closer to Theo as you rolled onto your side, he began to surface. The arm over your midriff tightened, pulling you in until your hips were bracketed against his, and he chuckled sleepily into your neck. Burying himself in, he pressed a kiss there, and another, and another. The rough pounding of your heart settled as you clasped Theo’s hand in your own, holding them to your chest as he littered your shoulder with kisses. 

At your sigh, he rolled you over, propping himself up on his elbow and yawning. Shaking his hand free from your own, he stroked the back of a finger along your cheek, and leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. As his hand settled on the side of your neck instead, yours slipped up to cup his jaw, and you melted into the tender love he offered you in the darkest hours. 

“What’s wrong, tesoro? Why are you awake?”

“Why are you awake?” you rebuffed, fingers lifting to comb through his hair, to push it back out of his eyes as he blinked himself a little more awake.

He shrugged, “This is about the time I’d normally go for a smoke.” He murmured, and your eyes flickered to the clock. 

You knew well enough the schedule Theo used to keep while smoking. Your timetable had slowly synched to it over the time you’d been dating. He’d wake up during the night, at some point around two, and disappear for a smoke. He’d take twenty minutes, or thirty if he bumped into Mattheo, and then he’d come back to bed. 

You didn’t mind the disturbance. Not when he’d come back slightly chilled from the night air and snuggle in close to you, wrapping himself around you.

“Actually, this is the time you’d normally come back from having a smoke, and give me my midnight kisses.”

“Is that why my girl is so restless tonight? Because I owe her some kisses?” He teased, leaning down until your noses were bumping, and you could taste the mint on his breath. Normally, he tasted like smoke, not toothpaste, and the shock of his warm lips instead of cold ones made you hum. 

The languid kisses melted the time away, his hand sliding up your shirt, sitting on your ribs and squeezing softly as he lowered himself down, covering your body with his own. Theo had always been your comfort, and your happy place. Being in his arms made you feel safe, and his kisses made you feel relaxed. As he licked his way into your mouth lazily, you anticipated the hazy blur of relaxation that usually followed when he kissed you. 

But, like usual recently, it never came. Instead, when he finally pulled back, and pecked the tip of your nose, he found you frowning, instead of smiling up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.” You huffed, frustrated at yourself, at your confusion and the growing irrational irritation. “It’s not the same.”

“What’s not the same, bella?”

“Your… your kisses.” Your words trailed to a whisper, knowing he wouldn't understand, and the hurt that flickered across his face made your heartbreak. 

“They’re not?”

“No. I don’t know why.” His lips curled further at the sides, and the look on his face made you want to cry. It made you hate yourself, aggressively, and if you could tear out your own heart and give it to him just to see him smile again, you would. Just another thing you’d been suffering with lately, an overwhelm of your emotions, worse than any mood swing you got when you were on your period. “It’s not you, Teddy, it’s me. You’re still my happy place, you’ve done nothing wrong. It’s me. I’m the problem.”

“You’re not a problem, bella. But we should figure it out. I don’t want to… kiss you wrong, and see that look on your face. What’s different, tell me what’s changed?” His sweet words made tears prickle at your eyes, and you sniffed sadly as you looked at him. 

“I love you so much, Theo.”

“I know, tesoro. I love you too.” His thumb smoothed over your cheek, “Tell me.”

“I don’t know!” Your snap made his eyes widen. “You’re just… different. You don’t kiss the same way, you used to get all needy when you came back from a smoke, but you don’t anymore, and you taste different! You taste like mint right now, and it just doesn’t make me feel the same way afterwards.”

Your words were jumbled and hurried, rushed out as you smoked them and his brows furrowed as he tried to decipher what you meant. Second ticked by into silent minutes as Theo’s wonderful mind ticked and whirred, thinking the problem through, and playing with the information. Then, before you could say anything else, something clicked. You could see it in his eyes, when the gears stopped turning and the thoughts stopped flowing because he’d found the answer. 

Pulling away from you, he sat up, kicking back the covers and letting in the cold air, before moving across the room and shuffling through his gym kit left in the corner. Pulling out a nicotine packet from the box inside, he shook it out, using his teeth to tear open the packet as he made his way back to the bed. Sitting yourself up, you propped yourself in the pillows as he peeled off the plastic backing, and tried to unstick his fingers from it, holding it by the corners. 

“You’ve only had your patch on for nine hours, Teddy, it’s not time to change yet.”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head and settling in beside you on the bed, legs folded underneath himself. “This isn’t for me, bella. Take off your shirt.” 

Slipping your arm out of your shirt, you pushed it to the side, watching as Theo brushed cotton fibres off of your shoulder, before sealing the patch onto your skin. He made sure it was properly sealed down, flattening it to your skin, before feeding your arm back through the sleeve of your shirt. He smoothed the top back down your torso, pressing a cheeky kiss to your breast over your heart as he did, and sitting back on his legs to wait. 

“Give it a second, then tell me how you feel.” He whispered, the moment feeling entirely too fragile as his hand took yours, fingers linked together. He kissed along your knuckles, his eyes locked on your face, waiting. And the moment you felt it hit, you knew he saw it too. 

It was like a cool, soothing balm over a raw, aggravated wound. It felt like running cold water on a new burn or healing a painful graze with a quick Episky. “Oh, Merlin…”

“I know, tell me about it.” He mumbled, the smile on his face at victoriously solving the problem melting away as realisation set in. “Cazzo, bella, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You have a nicotine addiction, and it’s my fault. All that time you spent with me at the tower, and the smoke on me, and kissing you as soon as I finished smoking. All your moodiness these last few days—”

“Hey!”

“It’s true, baby. It all makes sense.” He rubbed a hand over his face, and squeezed your hand tighter in the other. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am. I quit because I didn’t want this to happen to you, I didn’t want my problems to poison you, but it’s too late.”

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Kiss me, Teddy.” You demand again, pulling him in, and his mouth collides with yours as he makes a subtle groan of surprise and pleasure. 

His hand gripped the headboard behind you, the other skimming down your side. As you leaned back into the pillows, you took him with you, his body falling over your own, slotting between your thighs as our hearts thudded together where his chest pressed to yours. Your hands slid over his shoulders, skimming down his back, and he moaned again as your fingernails scraped across his lower back as you tugged at his shirt. 

He sat up, letting you pull it off of him, before his arms were back, caging you in on either side as he fell back down against you. Pulling one of your legs up to sit on his hip, he dragged himself away from your mouth, trailing wet kisses down your jaw, to the pulse point on your neck and back up. 

“Merde, bella. What’s gotten into you? Not that I’m complaining.”

“You’re perfect, Theo.” You smiled, leaning up to steal more kisses from his lips that he was happy to reciprocate, “You’re perfect, your kisses are perfect. I knew it was me, not you. I was the problem.”

“A problem I gave you,” He groaned, his hips rolling against your own as you giggled breathlessly. 

“Yeah, whatever. Now we’re quitting together. That’s the promise we made, we do everything together, right?”

“Damn right, tesoro.” He growled, teeth nipping at the underside of your jaw, as he began to make his way down your body. Your fingers were loose in his hair, settling back in the pillows, eyes slipping closed as he kissed along the insides of your thighs, teasingly. Finally, your body could relax, no longer tense and buzzing, but the foggy comfort of the night made your muscles ease into the bed, your body feeling heavy, and you sighed in bliss. 

Theo mumbled something, and you let your legs fall a little further apart, but your grip on consciousness was falling further and further away as the nicotine coursed through your body, finally letting you ease into sleep you’d missed for days.

“Bella,” Theo said, his voice sharper, and you stirred, working hard to force your eyes open, but they’d only made it halfway. His hair was ruffled, eyes wide and lips swollen, but his smirk melted away from his face into a tender smile as he looked down at you. 

“Sorry, what’d you say, baby?” The words slurred out of you, and he chuckled. His fingers unhooked from the sides of your shorts, and he leaned over to kiss your forehead. “M’sorry, I’m so sleepy all of a sudden.”

“S’okay, bella. Never apologise. C’mere, let’s just cuddle.”

Tucking your body into his, you shuffled your hips back into him, and he threw his leg over yours as he held you tight to his body. “You’re hard.”

“It’ll go down, don’t worry.” He snickered, kissing the back of your head. “S’your fault anyway.”

“Sorry…” You whispered, again, sleepily. “I’ll make it up t’you t’morrow.”

“Go to sleep, amore.”

But you’d already drifted off.

It was just as you were closing your History of Magic book, that Theo announced his presence in the common room as he walked in alongside Mattheo. They were loud, and raucous, and thankfully, you were less inclined to bite their heads off for it today. 

In fact, alongside Enzo, you’d been able to catch up on all of the History homework you’d been missing out on for the last week or so, getting you back on track for at least one of your subjects. 

“Patch change time, bella!” Theo announced, making his way over to you as he untucked his shirt and began to undo the buttons down the front. Tugging the tie out of the way, he crashed down ungracefully onto the couch beside you, Mattheo nudging Draco to move up so he could sit down too. 

This had become a regular part of your routine now, and you pushed the edges of his half-unbuttoned shirt aside to reveal the patch sitting on the middle of his left pectoral. Picking at one corner, you peeled it away gently, careful not to tug on his skin as you did, and Theo watched on adoringly in silence as you took care of him. Unwrapping a new patch, you brushed off the spot, before sticking a new patch onto him and smoothing down the bandage. 

He patted it himself, before doing a couple of the buttons on his shirt back up for modesty, as though he hadn't already given half of the common room a show, before he leaned in to peck your lips. His fingers fell to the buttons of your shirt, and he began to undo them slowly. “Your turn.”

He undid just enough to reveal your shoulder, without letting anyone else catch a glimpse of anything underneath, and as he leaned down to begin peeling away the old patch, you caught Enzo’s confused expression. 

“Why are you wearing a patch?” He asked, and Theo laughed to himself quietly as he changed your old one out. 

“Because loverboy here got me addicted too, through kisses and secondary smoke.”

The others burst out laughing, unfettered by your glaring as they made kissy sounds and crude remarks, while Theo buttoned your shirt back up. Your glare turned to him as you caught sight of his smile, and he shrugged, a lopsided smile on his lips. “What can I say, bella? I’m just that good.”

“Oh, shut it,” You smacked his chest, and he took your hand, tugging you forward to cuddle you into his chest as he kissed your temple. 

“I happen to think it’s adorable that as a by-product of how you got addicted, that means you were addicted to me.”

“Mhmm.” Your eyes rolled, and he squeezed you even tighter. 

“You had me addicted to you without any substances at all, bella. Just you.”

“Alright,” You scoff, “Stop sweet-talking me.”

“Never.”

[gloomwitchwrites]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP829jLhP/

Hi there ! I accidentally submitted my request without finishing. I wanted to request something with the 141 guys based of the this TikTok. Their kid makes them a note. Them being innocent don’t know what it actually means. It’s cute and funny at the same time.

Hehe. Oh, I love me some dad!141. The idea of their child making a heartfelt card with a swear word in it (and not knowing that it is) is hilarious to me. I had a lot of fun with this, and I hope y'all get a good laugh out of it. Thanks for sending it in!!!!!

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Task Force 141 x Reader (can be read as gn!reader)

Content & Warnings: foul language, gn!reader, dad!141

Word Count: 400

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if series

John Price

John smiles at the folded pink construction paper in his hands. For Daddy, it reads with lots of hearts. He opens it, expecting to find a cute but poorly written note from his daughter.

He blinks. Bursts out laughing.

In capitalized letters surrounded by hearts is the word cunt.

“Bloody hell,” he chuckles, snapping a photo and sending it to his spouse.

See (c) you next time.

John types out a reply. Did you know?

Tried to suggest something else.

John shakes his head, wheezing with laughter as he clips the cunty card to the side of his file cabinet.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle smiles down at the flip book made of sticky notes on top of his packed lunch.

Settling back in his chair, Kyle starts flipping, watching as a small dot in the middle of the notes widen into a heart. Lines appear, forming words, forming—

“It’s a heart with the word shit in the middle,” he says to you over the phone.

Kyle quickly pulls the phone away from his ear as you fall into a fit of laughter.

You wheeze between giggles. “She asked me to put it in your lunchbox for her.”

“She’s four,” Kyle deadpans.

“I know!”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“What is this?” Simon presents a handmade card. It’s white paper with Daddy on the front in rainbow.

“It’s the note your daughter left in your lunchbox?”

Simon opens it, revealing the message inside.

You burst out laughing. “You’re an ass?” you read out loud, tears forming in your eyes as you choke on your own saliva.

“You find this funny?”

“I do,” you snort. “It’s an acronym. She put periods.”

“Bloody hell,” sighs Simon. “Wonder what it means.”

You slowly slide off the sofa as you cackle. “Get off the floor,” grumbles Simon as you fall onto your back.

John "Soap" MacTavish

“Do you see what this says?” Johnny holds up the hastily folded piece of lined paper.

It’s a card from his youngest daughter. A note she put into his lunchbox. You take it. Open it up. Laugh out loud. You turn it around to show him.

Fuck you, Da! it reads with lots of smiley faces and hearts in pink marker.

“What a bloody scoundrel,” mutters Johnny.

“I think she thinks it means something else,” you reply. Johnny groans as you continue to cackle. “I’m putting this on the fridge in a place of honor!”

“Please don’t, love,” mumbles Johnny.

[solxamber]

Receiving Gifts on White Day with: Octavinelle

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Azul Ashengrotto

Azul stands at your doorstep, posture straight as a business presentation, but his grip on the gift box absolutely betrays him. His fingers twitch. His smile is a little too composed.

“Ahem.” He clears his throat. Twice. “As per tradition, I have prepared a gift of equal or greater value to your Valentine’s gift.”

You take the box, flipping it open to reveal mini pastries that are so meticulously crafted they look like they belong in a luxury boutique. You pick one up, noting the suspiciously perfect sheen.

“These are definitely stress-baked,” you say, popping one into your mouth.

Azul immediately tenses. “That is unfounded speculation!”

You hum, pretending to consider. “So you didn’t spend the past week in an existential baking crisis?”

“…That is beside the point.”

Your grin only widens. “Azul, these are incredible.” You take another bite, watching as he visibly tries to suppress a proud smile.

Then, because you love chaos, you lean in and murmur, “I might have to make a contract for more of these.”

Critical hit.

Azul chokes on air. “E-Excuse me!?”

You smirk, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before stepping back. “Happy White Day, Azul~”

His glasses almost slip off. His brain? Outsourced to the Coral Sea.

Jade Leech

Jade stands at your door, perfectly composed, a gift box in one hand and a very unreadable smile on his face. It’s the kind of smile that means danger.

“Good morning,” he says smoothly. “I trust you slept well?”

You eye the box. This feels like a trap.

“…Should I be worried?” you ask, taking it from him with caution.

His smile widens just slightly. “Why, I’m wounded. Have I ever given you reason to doubt me?”

“Yes.”

He chuckles.

You open the box—and pause. Inside are handmade chocolates, but nestled beneath them is something that looks suspiciously like—

“…Jade.” You lift the item. “Is this one of your mushrooms?”

His expression does not change. “I can assure you, it is entirely safe.”

You squint. “What kind of safe?”

“The delicious kind,” he answers, completely unhelpful.

You glance at the chocolates. Then back at him. “If I eat this and start hearing colors that don’t exist, I’m coming for you.”

Jade simply laughs, amused. “How delightful.”

You sigh, deciding to just take a chocolate for now. The moment you taste it, your eyes widen.

“Jade. These are amazing.”

He tilts his head. “Oh? I’m pleased to hear that.”

“No, like actually amazing. Did you study chocolate-making?”

Jade hums. “Perhaps. I may have… consulted a few books.”

You stare at him. “You studied for this?”

A pause. Then, softly, “I wanted them to be perfect for you.”

Oh. Oh no.

You weren’t prepared for that.

Then—before you can react—Jade leans in, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your temple.

“I trust that is an acceptable return gift?” he murmurs, right by your ear.

….You are absolutely doomed.

Floyd Leech

Your door explodes open.

“SHRIMPYYYYY~!”

Before you can process your impending doom, Floyd lunges and bodyslams you into a hug. Your feet leave the ground. The world spins. Your life flashes before your eyes.

“Floyd—!”

“HAPPY WHITE DAY!” he yells, grinning as he finally sets you down. He shoves a massive bag into your arms, practically bouncing in place.

You blink at the weight. “Did you kidnap something?”

“Nope~!” He grins. “Just gotcha a bunch of stuff. Some chocolates, a plushie, and—” He leans dangerously close. “—a surprise.”

You narrow your eyes. “Floyd. What kind of surprise.”

His grin widens. “You’ll see~”

You cautiously dig through the bag, finding expensive chocolates, an absurdly large plush shrimp, and—oh. Oh no.

You pull out a mystery envelope. “Floyd, what is this.”

“Ehehehe~” He practically vibrates with excitement.

You open it—and immediately pause.

“…This is a coupon for ‘one free kidnapping.’”

Floyd beams. “Yup! Just give me a time and place, and whoosh! Off we go!”

You stare. “You… made me a kidnapping coupon.”

“Personalized just for you~”

You’re equal parts touched and concerned.

Then—before you can react—Floyd leans in, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to your cheek.

“You like it, yeah?” he murmurs, his voice dropping to something softer, something fond.

Your heart flips. “…Yeah.”

His grin returns—wild, unhinged, perfectly Floyd.

“Good! Now c’mon, I wanna see how fast you can run before I really use that coupon~”

You are in danger.

Masterlist

[sanjisprincesswifey]

pros and cons list

summary: the good, the bad, the ugly, perfectly curated into a pros and cons list

black leg sanji

pros:

constantly wants to color coordinate your outfits together

let’s you pick meals at minimum once a week

very good kisser (he practiced with his pillow a lot before your first date)

he wants you to walk him like a dog

sanji never lets you forget how much you mean to him

always remembers important dates, birthdays, anniversaries, etc. 

remembers the little things and notices your absence (will often go to try and find you)

adapts to whatever love language you respond to 

cons:

the nicotine smell embeds into your sheets and clothes and is a pain in the ass to get out

yells for any minor inconvenience

occasionally too handsy

always finishes before you

major jealousy issues

is constantly horny

says he’s fine but he’s dying inside

doesn’t understand the concept of alone time and takes it personally if you ask to be by yourself

roronoa zoro

pros: 

the best napping partner

protective

is a softie but only with you

very emotionally intelligent 

gym trainer boyfriend

let’s you take the relationship at your own pace because he can’t be bothered 

loves to mark you and give you hickies

always makes sure you finish first 

cons: 

stinky (bro smells like sweat and steel)

does not have a single romantic bone in his body; you’ll literally have to teach him how to be a boyfriend

is extremely blunt 

snores super loud 

might fall asleep while you’re talking

you can no longer be friends with sanji 

doesn’t ask you to date him, just assumes you are together

gets upset when you can’t keep up with his drinking

monkey d luffy

pros: 

the best hugger 

extremely loyal to you

hides midnight snacks for both of you

lets you sit on the ship’s figurehead with him

king of silly sentimental gifts (hand-picked flower, cool rock, pretty seashell, that sort of thing)

always makes sure you’re included in conversations

shares his favorite foods with you

can always make you feel better

cons:

doesn’t know how to be quiet or whisper

never lets you win arguments

throws himself at you with no regard to his strength

no concept of personal space

rubs his boogers on you

accidentally makes fun of the noises you make during sex

will steal blankets from you while you’re asleep  

points out your pimples or zits 

usopp

pros: 

always finds a way to make you laugh

grows flowers for you

comforts you if you’re insecure

handmade gifts!!!!!!

brags about you to everyone

loves to show you off and tell stories about your adventures together

names special attacks after you

always lets you in on the pranks he pulls 

cons: 

is insecure

would sacrifice you to an enemy to protect himself

shows you bugs even if you’re afraid of them

incredibly awkward with all your firsts 

clammy hands

make jokes during arguments (it makes you madder and the cycle continues)

never tops

sometimes pranks you too 

nami

pros:

lets you take a few of her tangerines

immune to her reprimanding when something bad happens (most times)

extremely thoughtful gift giver

shares her money with you

cares deeply about you (don’t point it out though because then she’ll stop)

is always telling you how pretty you are

very good in bed

is more lenient with your allowance

cons:

pawns gifts you get her

bad communicator

critiques everything about you

can and will distance herself from you

charges you if you piss her off

talks about vivi way too much for having a whole other girlfriend

doesn’t apologize after fights even if she caused them

bullies you (with love)

nico robin

pros:

leaves you notes in books to find later

the voice of reason in your relationship

notices and compliments you on every little change you make (haircuts, style change, etc.)

extremely good listener

literally a human search engine; so smart you can ask her almost any question and she knows the answer

passionate lover; treats you like a god in bed

soft lips

spoils you in every way that she can

cons:

can make you feel dumb with her endless knowledge

will never say ‘i love you’ first

always tops (a possible pro depending on your preferences tbh)

has nightmares almost every night ):

closed off in the beginning of your relationship

franky hits on her (and you) all the time

rather be reading than with you

takes your relationship extremely slow

portgas d ace

pros:

can heat food up for you at any time day or night

loves pda

plans fun dates

probably says ‘i love you’ a million times a day

into body worship (both ways)

kills bugs for you

walk him like a dog, sis !

never says no to you

cons:

sweaty and greasy in the summer

farts and gives you a dutch oven

doesn’t take anything seriously

adhd moments

mommy AND daddy issues

likes to lay on top of you even though he’s huge and basically crushes you

talks with his mouth full

is loud in bed (because he enjoys it so much) and everyone can hear when you two have sex

sabo

pros:

another body worshipper

dragon claw fist. need i say more?

the best secret keeper

praises you

would actually bow down to you

very respectful, asked you to kiss on your first date

awkward but sensual lover

a loyal puppy

cons:

loves being right

sore winner & loser

cocky ass mf

talks about luffy and ace 24/7

never on time

bad temper

might catch on fire if he’s mad

loves to tease you (again, could be a pro depending on your preferences)

shanks

pros:

buys you anything you could ever want

good kisser

always showing you off

treats you like a queen

calls you his wife

very affectionate in public

another worshipper; does that thing where his kisses lead up from your hand to your shoulder

when he gets drunk and you try to kiss him, he pushes you away and says “get off me, i have a wife”

cons:

gets you riled up during the day

teases you all the time

can be unreliable

bad at flirting

drunk all the time

still makes jokes about his arm even though it’s been YEARS

lingering alcohol smell

pervert

trafalgar law

pros:

rarely cooks but always does for you when you’re sick

smells amazing all of the time

lets you do this eyeliner in the morning (based off this fanart)

is a victim of the ‘she fell first, he fell harder’ trope

gives you sound solutions to your problems

literally becomes addicted to you and can’t live without you

flusters easily, very shy

would shave his facial hair if you asked him to (please tell him to shave off that godforsaken beard)

cons:

very blunt

never talks about his feelings

grammar police

a virgin; he doesn’t know what to do but fakes confidence like he does (it makes your first time a bit awkward but just talk him through it, babe)

humbles you without meaning to

over explains if you broach a subject he likes

sassy

just stares at you when you try to flirt with him

eustass kid

pros:

scary boyfriend privilege

an absolute beast in bed

insanely good kisser

raspy morning voice

you get to use his boobies as a pillow

is very smart but kinda dumb

eats pussy like a starved man

will always save you some food (it’s how he shows he cares)

cons:

dramatic

hangs out with killer more than you

will put the milk carton back in the fridge even if it’s empty

you can never be mad at him or make him mad because he’s the biggest asshole ever

ignores you if you’re fighting

zones out while you’re talking

if you send him a long, thoughtful text, he’ll respond back with ‘k’

what’s his is his and what’s yours is his

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[txrully]

I'M SO STUPID IN LOVE!

·˚ ༘ ꒱ summary lovey-dovey things they'd do for you!

·˚ ༘ ꒱ characters isagi yoichi , bachira meguru , itoshi rin , nagi seishiro , mikage reo , chigiri hyoma , hiori yo , shidou ryusei , itoshi sae , michael kaiser , alexis ness .

·˚ ༘ ꒱ warning lowercase intended

·˚ ༘ ꒱ song inspo stupid in love - max ( ft. huh yunjin of lsrfm )

·˚ ༘ ꒱ isagi yoichi

you know how isagi’s brain is basically soccer, soccer, soccer? well, this man rewires his ENTIRE system for you. suddenly, every time he scores a goal, he dedicates it to you. like, mid-celebration he’s shouting your name in front of thousands of people. embarrassing? a lil. cute? definitely.

he’s also the type to leave you notes everywhere. you’ll open your locker, and boom: "i hope your day is as perfect as your smile. also, pls drink water. - yoichi 🩵"

or you’ll find random sticky notes around the house with stuff like: "you're cuter than my dog. and that’s saying a lot." ( i hc he's a dog person, fight me 🫠 )

"yoichi, did you seriously compare me to your dog again?"

"is that bad?? you’re both my top priorities!"

·˚ ༘ ꒱ bachira meguru

bachira is a walking ball of chaos, and it only gets worse when he’s in love. he makes you weird handmade crafts—like a necklace with your initials carved into a random rock he found because “the vibes were immaculate.”

he’s also the king of grand gestures. once, he showed up outside your window in the middle of the night blasting your favorite song from a boombox. and no, he didn’t think it through—he got yelled at by your neighbors, but he swears it was worth it.

"meguru, why is there a rock with my name on it?"

"because i love you. duh."

"…you couldn’t just buy a necklace??"

"where’s the FUN in that?? D:< "

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi rin

soft tsundere energy incoming. rin doesn’t say much, but when he’s in love, he SHOWS it. like, he’ll memorize your coffee order, your favorite book, and the exact way you like your hoodie sleeves rolled up. you swear he’s psychic, but he’s just that attentive.

he also sends you texts at random times:

"don’t forget your umbrella. it’s going to rain."

"i noticed you like this song. added it to my playlist."

you’re 99% sure his search history is “how to take care of someone without being obvious.”

"rin, did you... did you learn how to make my favorite food?"

"shut up and eat it."

"you’re so sweet it’s disgusting."

"i said shut up."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ nagi seishiro

nagi’s love language? pure, lazy dedication. he may not seem like the romantic type, but trust me—he will move mountains for you... as long as it doesn’t require getting up too much.

once, he spent HOURS figuring out how to build you a playlist of all your favorite songs, complete with a cover photo of you two. he even labeled it: "for my player 2 🕹️"

"sei, this playlist is amazing!"

"mm, yeah, it was exhausting. now can we nap?"

"you literally just sat there and clicked buttons."

"exactly. so tiring.."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ mikage reo

reo goes all out for you—no budget, no limits, no second thoughts. one time, you mentioned how pretty cherry blossoms are, and the next thing you know, he’s flying you to a festival in japan. casually might i add.

but the sweetest part? he remembers the little things. your favorite snack? stocked in his pantry. your favorite flower? delivered to your doorstep every friday. he spoils you rotten but somehow makes it feel like the most natural thing in the world.

"reo, this is too much—"

"no, it’s not. nothing’s too much for you."

"you’re literally insane."

"only for you, babe."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ chigiri hyoma

chigiri is the definition of 💌romantic aesthetic💌. he writes you poetry and leaves it in random places, like your bag or your coat pocket. sometimes, you don’t even notice until hours later.

he also takes you on dreamy dates—picnics in scenic fields, long bike rides at sunset, and slow dances in your living room when it’s raining outside. everything he does feels like it’s straight out of a romance movie.

"hyoma, did you just quote a shakespeare sonnet to me?"

"maybe."

"oh my god, you’re so dramatic."

"and yet you’re still here."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ hiori yo

hiori is the sweetest, softest boy in love. he keeps a journal where he writes down all the little things you do that make him happy. once, you caught him scribbling, and he turned BRIGHT red.

he’s also the king of quiet acts of service. your phone’s always fully charged, your favorite snacks magically appear in your bag, and you never have to ask for help because he’s already two steps ahead.

"yo, were you writing about me again?"

"no... maybe. okay, yes."

"you’re adorable."

"please don’t look."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ shidou ryusei

oh boy. shidou is CHAOTIC in love. this man would probably fight a wild animal to impress you. he’s all about making you laugh, even if it means doing the dumbest stunts imaginable.

one time, he literally climbed a tree to get you a flower. it wasn’t even a nice flower. but hey, it’s the thought that counts.

"ryu, you’re bleeding. what did you do??"

"got you this flower. cool, huh?"

"you FELL OUT OF A TREE FOR THIS??"

"worth it."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi sae

sae is the definition of quiet but deadly romantic. he doesn’t show his feelings often, but when he does? damn. like, he’ll casually fly in from another country just to spend the weekend with you because “it’s no big deal.”

he also sends you fancy gifts out of nowhere. but if you call him out, he’ll play it cool like it’s nothing.

"sae, did you just buy me an entire designer collection?"

"it’s just clothes."

"just clothes?? this cost more than my rent!"

"and you look better than rent."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ michael kaiser

kaiser loves showing off, especially when it comes to you. he’ll buy out a billboard just to plaster your picture on it with the words "the love of my life 🩵."

but he’s also surprisingly sweet. like, he’ll carry your bag, fix your hair when it’s windy, or randomly pull you into a dance in the middle of the street just because he can.

"michael, did you seriously put my face on a billboard??"

"obviously. everyone needs to know you’re mine."

"you’re ridiculous."

"ridiculously in love with you, yes."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ alexis ness

ness is a total softie. he writes you little love letters and leaves them in your mailbox, signed with his initials like he’s a secret admirer. you obviously know it’s him, but you let him think he’s being sneaky.

he’s also BIG on cuddles. whenever he sees you, it’s like he can’t function until he gets a hug.

"ness, you know i know it’s you, right?"

"…you’re supposed to pretend you don’t!"

"why?"

"because it’s romantic!"

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[vylosinbound]

When demons meet baby photos:

The side characters' first time seeing baby MC

Part two

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Raphael, Thirteen, Mephistopheles.

Genre: Fluff / Humor / Slice of life / Female!MC

During a sleepover at MC’s childhood home in the human world, the side characters stumble upon a folder of baby pictures and home videos. Chaos, teasing, and unexpected softness ensue as each of them reacts differently to seeing MC in her tiniest, purest form.

DIAVOLO

During an official visit to MC’s human home, Diavolo politely asked if he could see some childhood photos. He was fascinated by human customs and the growth of mortals.

Mammon, of course, was already prepared. “Already backed up!” he exclaimed, handing Diavolo a curated selection: MC in an inflatable pool, MC sleeping in a box full of stuffed animals, MC with spaghetti all over their hair.

Diavolo was touched.

“Just look at them! So full of life… and spaghetti! Barbatos, can we print this? I want a copy in my study.” Barbatos nodded patiently, while the Prince laughed like a child.

“I want to know EVERYTHING about your childhood, MC. When did you start walking? What was your favorite food? Did you ever stick your finger in a socket? You survived, so I guess yes!”

That evening, it was Diavolo who suggested, “Next time… let’s have a pajama night with childhood videos. I want to see everything

BARBATOS

It wasn’t Mammon who showed him the photos. Barbatos had already seen them.

In the flow of time, he had glimpsed versions of them. Flashes. Reflections. But never so directly. When MC invited him to spend time in the human world, he took a moment to discreetly explore the bookshelf.

He found a handmade picture book, with faded drawings and photos taped inside. One showed MC covered in flour, trying to knead cookie dough. Others captured ordinary moments: the first day of preschool, a fever with a thermometer in their mouth, a plush toy hugged too tightly.

Barbatos brushed a page lightly with his fingers. “Even the oldest time preserves the sweetest memories,” he said quietly.

And when MC found him looking, they weren’t upset. Because Barbatos hadn’t invaded their privacy. He was guarding, just as he always had.

“May I keep a copy,” he asked, smiling sweetly.

SOLOMON

Solomon, with centuries behind him, wasn’t easily moved. But when MC handed him an old DVD with a simple, “Here. Mom said you had to see this,” he couldn’t say no.

He played it on a laptop. Sat down. Watched. MC, maybe two years old. Sitting on the floor with a tablecloth draped over their head like a cape. Pretending to cast spells with a toy wand.

“ I magic. Now! Woooooshhh!”

A giggle. Then a tumble. Then a “I’m okay!!” followed by solitary applause. Solomon smiled softly. Not mockingly. With real, deep tenderness.

“Ah… so it was fate.”

SIMEON

Simeon was helping MC with boxes in the attic. He found an old camcorder. “Oh, does this still work?” he asked curiously. MC nodded. They inserted the tape.

A young MC was reciting a nursery rhyme from memory, sitting on a rug, hands clasped as if in prayer, eyes closed.

“For mommy, for daddy, for my teddy bear. And for the angels. Bye bye.”

Simeon placed a hand over his heart. Then looked at MC. “There’s nothing purer than such a simple prayer. Your light… it already existed back then. I’m glad I got to meet you today too.”

The videotape is now kept in a box decorated by Simeon himself, with a note: “A Memory of Heaven on Earth.”

RAPHAEL

Raphael had been invited to dinner at MC’s home. A quiet evening, they said. But Mammon was there, so “quiet” was a lie.

“HEY RAPH! Look at this!” Mammon yelled, literally throwing the D.D.D. into the angel’s hands.

Raphael caught it midair, ready to destroy it. But then he saw.

A small, smiling MC sitting on a flower-dotted lawn, hugging a white bunny with all their might. Their hair was tousled by the wind, cheeks round, the sound of their giggle in the background.

Raphael said nothing for a moment. Then he gently set the D.D.D. on the table, looking at MC sitting across from him. “The light you had back then is the same you carry now,” he said simply. “Just… more aware.”

It was hard to tell whether he was smiling or just reflecting. But that night, he set that moment as his D.D.D. background.

THIRTEEN

“MC!!”

Thirteen had barged in uninvited (as always) and was poking around everywhere. Mammon had told her about some “adorable stuff” in MC’s room, and being as competitive as she is, she had to judge for herself.

She opened a random drawer. Found an old album. And the moment she opened it, she let out a shriek.

“NO. NO, WAIT. THIS WAS YOU?” The photo showed a tiny MC in a bee costume, desperately trying to lift a spoon bigger than their face.

“PFFFFT!! This is literally an emotional trap! A CUTENESS TRAP!” She laughed so hard she tripped on a blanket. Then she ran out to show everyone. She even tried to recreate the photo herself, dressed as a bee.

“What do you say, MC? Let’s do a new version now!”

MEPHISTO

Mephistopheles did not enjoy being disturbed during afternoon tea, especially when in the company of his beloved Devildom Weekly. He was sitting in the living room of MC’s human-world home, sipping a modest Darjeeling, when his D.D.D. began to vibrate insistently.

From: Mammon

“Oh my Devil… you HAVE to SEE this.”

With an exasperated sigh, he opened the message. A photo loaded slowly, followed by a video.

His gaze locked on it.

A tiny MC, maybe four years old at most, was dressed in a miniature tuxedo, crooked toy glasses perched on their nose, and a notepad in hand, “interviewing” their dog with a microphone made of tin foil.

“Mr. Woofy, what do you think about the stolen cookie?” The dog barked. MC nodded very seriously. “Very interesting. Thank you for your testimony.”

Mephisto sat still for a long second. Then he let out a restrained but sincere laugh. “I must say, you already had an admirable stage presence, MC,” he said, hiding a smile behind his teacup.

He saved the video. Wrote a personal note: “Potential journalist.” Of course, he’d never admit it, but on particularly stressful days at RAD, he watches it on loop.

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“Merlin, Remus!” Lily gasped as Remus pulled the paper away from the final gift in the sizable pile he’d been presented for his sixteenth birthday. “Who gave you that?”

But he was too busy gaping at the present in his hand.

It was a small, brown, leather-bound journal. It had gold accents and his name stamped on the bottom-front cover, with little animal footprints along the corners and up the spine– footprints he recognized all too well, since he and his best friends had been leaving them around the forest for months, now. As he opened the book, the crisp pages creaked slightly, and he found the inside to be laid with paper, each page with a number neatly printed inside a star. The very front page had the words ‘Moony’s Thoughts’ written in an elegant script, a little crescent moon penned next to them. The whole thing, though absolutely stunning, had the slightly-clumsy air of being clearly handmade.

And Remus was in love with it. “I…” he gasped, instantly knowing who it was from, but also knowing that it had been left without a note for a reason. He looked up and met nervous gray eyes for only a moment before he looked back to Lily. “Someone very special,” he murmured, trying not to blush scarlet.

But as James and Peter yelled out with matching catcalls, accusing Remus of being a secret ‘player,’ Remus was too focused on Sirius’s reaction to care.

And, just as he knew it would be, the other boy’s thrilled smile at his words was well-worth a few hours of teasing.