#died from nosebleed

[lauvebe]

Bunny plague aftermath

[jshinmoe18]

goredolf just died from blood loss and you're laughing..

[ashlinxsloves]

-AARON HOTCHNER HEADCANONS-

The promised hcs for our favourite hot dilf Aaron Hotchner 🤭 I hope you guys like them, it's gonna be a little lengthy and I've divided them between Basic, SFW Dating and NSFW.. Minors please don't interact with the nsfw content.

–Basic–

Hotch would be the type of guy who listens to classical music around the team, but once he's alone in his personal car, he has a whole collection of CDs in his glove box of his favourite bands and albums (The Beatles, etc.)

He'd also listen to audiobooks during long drives home. The genre can vary between the classics or just a light novel.

A huge overpacker. He packs the essentials during cases, but if the trip is personal, he packs almost everything – sunscreen, mosquito repellent, a map, extra batteries, a flashlight, etc. You'll never know if it might come in handy

Dad instincts are strong af, will know something is wrong before it happens

Wakes up at the crack of dawn. Became a habit after working so long in the BAU

Hotch is overall a light sleeper. Mostly because of emergencies or sudden calls from the BAU

The king of overworking. Before Haley died, he used to work so much that he got nosebleeds. He does it less now and spends more time with Jack than with paperwork.

Likes his coffee black with two teaspoons of sugar. He doesn't like it too sweet but isn't bitter either.

He most probably had a secret rockstar phase in his teens. Crazy shoulder-length hair, studded belts, band tees and EYELINER. Stopped after he became a junior in high school though.

Used to blame himself for failing to save the victims during his early years in the field. He tries to remember every person he failed to save in the past and compensate by saving more while being calm and tactful.

Spends a lot of time with Jack during the weekends. He's trying to make up for lost time after being so busy with his job than being a father. They would go on road trips, and theme parks and would do a whole lot just to see his son smile.

Hotch would unironically start drinking apple or pineapple juice after Jack just asked him to. Just for no reason at all.

He gets horrible migraines because of staying up late and not getting enough rest.

-SFW Dating-

When the two of you just started dating, he wasn't 100% sure of it because 1. your age gap (reader would be in her mid-20s) and 2. The fraternization rule in the Bureau.

The both of you kept the whole thing a secret for about four months until the team figured it out on a random Tuesday.

"I- I mean it was pretty obvious from how Hotch was hovering over you all the time and the ways his stoic face softens when he addresses you. Not to forget the way his pupils dilate-" "That's enough Reid."

When you were gonna meet Jack for the first time, you were quite nervous about it, but Aaron reassured you that he'd love you (and the little dude did).

Hotch would try to take you on dates, but it was kind of hard with your hectic schedules.

So it would usually be movie nights at his place along with some takeout dinner after putting Jack to bed.

It took Hotch a while to open up to you, but you were there to support him and he was worth the wait.

Picks you up for work and drives you home even if you told him that it was okay and you had your own car, he insisted on driving you home and seeing you get there safely.

Brings you coffee and something sweet from the cafe. It's his way of telling you he cares about you without the team teasing you after he goes into his office.

He would start to think irrationally after finding out you got hurt during a case. He wouldn't be able to think straight on the way to the hospital and blurted a mumbled 'I love you' while putting pressure onto your wound.

When you sleep over at his place, he loves seeing you wear his old college T-shirts.

Hotch thinks about Haley a lot and feels guilty for it, but you understand that she was his first love and he peppers you with soft kisses to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart... I know I shouldn't be thinking about what could have been and focus on what is.. I'll do better, I promise.."

Calls you to his office sternly as if you were in trouble but in reality, he just wants you for himself in the office for a little while.

His heart clenched yet light when Jack asked him if you were going to be his new mommy.

Pet names would be rare when it comes to him. What really matters is when he calls you by your name. But the occasional 'Sweetheart' and 'Darling' might slip out.

He shows you his unserious side. It was a whole 180 for you and it made you fall for him even more. He's an adorable dork.

Even if the two of you are dating, there's a fine line between being together behind closed doors and pure professionalism. Hotch is still your superior and there wouldn't be any special treatment even if you were his significant other.

But when he realizes he gets too rough with you he will apologize in private after the case.

His love language is quality time, so he tries to be around you and Jack as much as he can.

Cheesy pickup lines to try and make you laugh during a hard day. Only in private though.

Knows what to do when you're on your period. He'll bring a heating pad, warm fuzzy blankets, your favourite snacks and painkillers.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT MINORS DNI!!!

-NSFW Dating-

• The sex is incredible. Hotch knows all the right places to hit and how to give you a godly amount of orgasms.

• He starts out slow, letting you get used to the stretch and how much he's filling you up. You can practically feel his cock in your throat from how full you feel.

• Gentle feather-like kisses on your forehead, telling you how good you feel around him while starting to move his hips at a quicker pace.

• From slow, gentle thrusts, it changes into something more primal and rough. As if he were lashing out all his frustrations from work into your tight, little pussy, trying to fuck you into next week.

• And he does it well. He fucks you senseless until you're coming on his cock multiple times before he finishes and spills his cum into the condom he's wearing.

• He just loves fucking you in the missionary position, because he sees how your face contorts in pleasure.

• The first time the two of you slept together was at your place after a really stressful case and the two of you had a drink too many.

• Obviously, Hotch was still a bit sober but you were out of it. He wouldn't do anything without your consent, but you had dragged him into your bedroom and things got heated.

• Bruised your cervix one too many times. The two of you rarely have any sex but if you do, you go all out. He apologises with an amazing bath and breakfast in bed.

• Amazing aftercare. He'll take care of you after the both of you are done, even if he's tired. He'd always clean you up, get you a glass of water and press soft kisses on your shoulders. Cuddling and whispered confessions under messy sheets.

• Not a big fan of having sex in public spaces. He needs privacy when he's trying to fuck and pleasure you.

• But he does know about the dirty fantasies you have about getting fucked on his desk. He's seen the books read and articles you look up. Not like you could've hidden it from him anyway.

• He fulfills those fantasies to the best of his capabilities when no one's left in the office and it's just the two of you. He looks through the last of his files, calls you to his office and closes the door.

• His tie was loose, sleeves rolled up, revealing his forearms. His hair was slightly dishevelled as if he ran his fingers through them multiple times.

• Hotch makes you suck his cock until you're gagging, being a little rougher on you. Then he got you splayed on his desk, pushing your pencil skirt up and ripping your stockings by the crotch area.

• When he noticed how wet you got, he smirked, moving the gussets of your panties to the side. He then flicked your sensitive clit, making you whimper as slick gushed out your weeping hole.

• “You like this, don't you, sweetheart? Lying on my desk, messing up my paperwork with your slutty pussy?”

• He's not the type to degrade you, but if you really wanted to he would. But he wouldn't go too far with the insults.

• He's a switch. Since he's usually dominant in most of his everyday life, Hotch lets you take over once in a while.

• Loves going down on you. He likes loosening your tight hole with his mouth and savours the taste of your essence on his tongue.

• Hotch goes weak when you go down on him even if he doesn't ask you to. Praises and soft grunts.

• Isn't the type to be loud. Mostly pants and let's out soft groans when your pussy convulses around his shaft.

• Loves hearing you whine his name and complain how deep he is.

• Once he saw you looking at a site involving different positions, but the one that piqued his interest the most was the mating press.

• Was curious and wanted to try it with you. Hotch was too riled up to put on a condom that night and filled you up to the brim, having you pressed into the mattress, your calves over his shoulders as he buried himself deeper, hitting so many new places that it made you see white.

That's all for now, I hope you liked it 🤭🤭🤭

[junglejim4322]

Used to just sit around and sulk on my dads birthday after he died and the first time I finally got convinced to go out and celebrate it I was probably 19 and went with my mom and ex to an Indian restaurant and I’ll never forget I ordered dal makhani and INSISTED it was not spicy enough (I did have a crazy spice tolerance at the time but I wasn’t ready for this) and they brought me actual volcanic molten fire lava I have tasted very few things that spicy in my life. Anyway after choking through half I started to feel weird but this story is NOT going where u think it’s going

I went to the bathroom which was a single bathroom, I piss, when I came back to the mirror my face was covered in blood from the worst nose bleed I’ve ever gotten in my damn life. Bleeding all over the place on a level I didn’t even know was possible and I just started grabbing all the toilet paper I could and wiping it up. I ended up not only going through all of it but also accidentally clogging their toilet w nosebleed paper. To the point it overflowed. Feeling woozy too atp. And the kicker is the whole time I’m thinking oh god everybody prob thinks I’m shitting myself or sad and crying over my dead dad or both so they’re never gonna check on me and I’m gonna bleed out in this bathroom and drown in an inch of toilet water and die the most embarrassing landmark dal makhani related death ever. I was in there for literally probably half an hour. Anyway I survived actually and now it makes for a pretty funny story hope u enjoy x lol

[newkatzkafe2023]

I am curious about how our beloved monkeys react to the reader wearing a peach dress

Wink Wink 😉

Ohhhhhhhhh💋💋💋 We're looking sweet😋😏 and they're looking hungry 🤤🍽

(Lmk Wukong) He was shocked and blushing as you showed him the dress you got from the mall. You had asked him what he thought of the dress as you did a little spin to show him, you looked like the tastiest peach he ever seen. Looking nice and Juicy and plump, he was actively got up and showered you with Compliments as he licked his lips at you.

(NR Wukong) He was drooling excessively, with a nosebleed as he looked at your plump body, you looked so beautiful, so adorable and so sexy. You bought the dress on clearance and tried it on after finding that it fits, then later you showed him the dress and well his brain had crashed and he was blushing and drooling. He was smiling at you and decided to compliment and seduce you as he leads you to the bedroom to get a better look at it😉

(MKR Wukong) The second he had saw you were that dress, is the second he looked like he had a brain bleed. His face was red, he was clutching his chest and trying to control his breathing. You were so hot and adorable like seriously, what business do you have being that hot and adorable looking?!?!? and you looked like a ripe tasty peach just waiting to be plucked of a tree branch. That dress better be for his eyes only because Wukong is gonna get a bite out of you one way or another🤤

(HIB Wukong) HIPS!🥵 THIGHS!🥵 HIPS!🥵THIGHS!🥵 HIPS!🥵 THIGHS!🥵 this man is buffering like he's was acting up the second you showed him wearing that dress. He was mostly looking at those juicy plump birthing hip of your and the dress you wore put way to much Emphasis on them, especially if you were feeling brave wiggled them. As you did that and model the dress he was trying to estimate how much cubs he's gonna knock you up with while wearing that dress🥵🥵😳😳

(Netflix Wukong) He Actively grabbed his jewels in despair. Everything on his person was throbbing and red as his face was. God, he felt he was a teenage boy again looking at that pink peach dress on your already dangerously sexy body. God damned it, why do you keep doing this to him, do you like torturing him or something using that rocking thick and hot body against him, teasing him knowing that he can reach you, but he does love the dress, and he would love it even more with it on the floor. It was a matter of time before he lost his non Existent control and the next thing you knew your legs were held up with his face in between them and he had you moaning and screaming while he got his fill of your peach juice.🤤🥵

(BMW Wukong).....................😵😵😵😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 You did it you had finally killed him, so many had tried and he mentally died at the claws of his ridiculously hot wife. The second Wukong saw you in that dress he to use all of his Discipline not to go into an early mating season state of mind and jump your bones. You dare to wear that dress like a big tasty peach as you would dangle yourself infront of him knowing that he was starving. Ohhhhhhhhhh he was not gonna take this lying down with his boner. He's gonna wine and dine you into his bed and never let you go.

(Destined one)......you are but a tall, thick bottle of peach juice, and he is so very thirsty🥵, of course, the Destined one at first felt ashamed for his x-rated thoughts and feelings. Then here you are innocently asking what he thinks of the dress with your own light blush, especially with how revealing the dress was. He had never felt this way before and he's probably gonna beat his own ass later for this, but right now he wants you bad, he wants to take you, squeeze you, taste you and rock the little world you live on.

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[4unnyr0se]

❥ sfw & n$fw headcanons - tobio kageyama

warnings: timeskip! kageyama, fem! reader, sub-leaning switch, mentions of thighs and breasts, slight degrading, nursing(?) kink, hickeys, cowgirl position

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 990

a/n: sooo sorry for not writing for a while lmao, enjoy! sorry if he's ooc too :(

SFW

❥  This poor boy doesn’t know how to communicate his feelings properly. It was a lot of guesswork when you first started dating because Tobio was so hopelessly awkward and embarrassed around you. Was he scared he would mess up? Absolutely. He’s scared of pretty girls.

❥ Will not shut up about volleyball when he’s around you like at all. He talks and talks about his sets, and it’s so adorable, but sometimes you just have to shut him up with a kiss because once he gets started, it’s impossible for him to stop.

❥ Speaking of kisses, he nearly died when you kissed him for the first time. It was only a soft peck on the lips, but his face got so red you thought he was going to pass out. All he mumbled was a “thanks” before standing up and shuffling to the kitchen to get a huge glass of water.

❥ Jealous. Tobio is incredibly jealous, especially when you talk with his Alders teammates. When you visit him after his practices or games, his arm is tightly wrapped around your waist as his thumb massages it. He isn’t big on PDA, so that’s the closest he’ll ever get to it. Luckily for him, Ushijima is clueless, and Hoshiumi just wants to run around and spike the balls. But does Tobio know that? No.

❥ Constantly worries for you more than he worries for himself. Although he’s taken several volleyballs to the face in his career, he’s always worried about you. If you stubbed your toe on a table, you would never see that table again because he’s putting it out on the curb to be picked up by the trash company. And you aren’t allowed to be in the nosebleeds when you attend his games because what if you’re a victim of a shitty serve?

❥ Follows the sidewalk rule. That’s it.

❥ Will happily pay for anything you want because he has no concept of money. So what if it’s expensive? If you want it, he’s buying it. He can worry about the gas bill later.

❥ Is always the big spoon when you cuddle, no matter what. It makes him feel better when you’re wrapped in his strong arms at night, protecting you from any monsters. Plus, he’s addicted to kissing your shoulders. He just thinks they’re so cute.

❥ His older sister, Miwa, is obsessed with you and is always texting you to hang out at bars or to look at the latest release of makeup products with her. 

N$FW

❥ Submissive-leaning switch. He loves when you climb on top of him and ride him, but he’ll top if he really feels like it, or if you piss him off.

❥ Use. Him. Nothing gets him off more than his body being a vessel for your pleasure. Sit on his face, and ride his cock until he can’t cum anymore. He doesn’t care. He wants to be used. 

❥ So fucking vocal during sex that you’ve gotten noise complaints. You have to cover his mouth when you’re on top because this motherfucker is so loud when he cums.

❥ Thigh guy. This man loves your thighs. Please, please squeeze his face when he’s eating your pussy and he could die happy. Wrap your legs around his waist when you’re making out and it will drive him wild. Let him leave hickeys on your inner thighs because it’ll be your dirty little secret.

❥ Cowgirl is his favorite position because it makes him feel like he’s not in control. While he loves to be in control on the court, he doesn’t want to be able to think when in the bedroom. All he wants to feel is absolute euphoria when you take control and fuck him. Plus, the sight of your tits bouncing in his face is a bonus.

❥ Isn’t that experimental in the bedroom, even if you want to try something new. He likes what he likes and that’s that. Sure, it may be extremely vanilla but if it works, it works. 

❥ A god with his fingers. It’s no secret that setters must be highly skilled with their hands, and Tobio is no exception. His setting skills translate incredibly well in the bedroom. He knows where the clit is and has his thumb rubbing small circles on it as his middle and ring finger curl so perfectly inside of you that it makes you see stars. 

❥ Praise him after he cums and he’s ready for round two within seconds. Tobio thrives off of praise and will do anything to get more of it. He’ll happily eat you out for hours on end as long as you call him a good boy.

❥ Loves sucking on titties, no matter the size. Boobs are boobs.

❥ Not that great at aftercare but he does get you a glass of water.

❥ “Holy fuck, you feel so good. Yeah, fucking ride me. Yeah.”

❥ “I’ll be so good for you baby, please let me cum again. I’ll be your good boy.”

❥ “You like it when I fuck you with my fingers, yeah? Fucking cum on them again, dirty girl. Maybe then I’ll fuck you with my cock like you’ve been begging me to.”

❥ “I wanna suck on your pretty tits, please baby? Wanna suck on your tits while you bounce on my cock, don’t I deserve it? I’ve been so good.”

❥ “Use me, sit on my face and use me! Oh, fuck, just like that baby. Yeah, use me, milk me dry. I’m yours to use.”

❥ “You thought walking around in those tights all day was a good idea, babe? That’s cute. Get on the bed and spread those slutty little legs so I can mark you like the good little slut you are.”

❥ “P-please, I can’t cum anymore! No, no, stop! Oh, oh fuck yes.”

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

but baby i; don’t wanna say goodbye

synopsis ; you always knew that saying goodbye to the one you loved most was just a part of life, but you never thought that it would happen to you so early.

cw ; it’s a surprise🫶 (gn!reader)

a/n: can you notice all of the small little details and references in here relating to rin? i’ll give the answer key after the fic ends!🤭

@ohagiyo @yorubl1d3 @x3nafix @megumismyhusband @levihanmyotp @whoagi @ohagiyoo @irreversiblyguilty have fun, smile, and relax💕 fluff ahead😌

song ; birds of a feather by billie eilish

you've always wondered how dying felt like.

would it be fleeting and painless, only feeling numbness fill your limbs and torso? would it be excruciatingly painful, as if your body were being teared apart in your last few moments? or would you be completely unfeeling, only the sensation of your soul leaving your body as you spend your last seven minutes reliving your loveliest memories, being in your most vulnerable moments with your loved ones?

you hoped that when you died, you’d experience the third option. the one where it was painless tranquility and the soft cradling of love and warmth. the second option seemed like the worst one for you, living and dying painfully. but you didn’t want to rush through life just to see which of the three options—or even more—it would end up being. you wanted to enjoy your life, for you would only be able to live for a hundred years max, most likely even less.

you expected to perhaps live until your seventies or eighties, married to your best friend and crush rin, maybe with a few kids and grandkids, having lived a fairly peaceful and healthy life. maybe graduating from a good college and reaching your peak in your twenties and thirties before working less and spending more time peacefully at home while rin became a professional soccer player. yes, that was the perfect life for you.

so the current predicament that you were in really shouldn’t be happening, right? you were only sixteen. this doesn’t make any sense. you shouldn’t be here; you should be at school right now, teasing and bickering with rin for a bit before making fun of him for not knowing how to solve a function in math. but no, right now, you were lying in the middle of the road, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to get up or even move.

your head felt as if it were being cracked open, and your vision was slowly darkening. you heard muffled screaming and yelling from all around you, and a strange liquid was sliding ever so slowly down your face. there was a salty liquid in your mouth that was finally something you recognized—blood. you would accidentally swallow it whenever you had a nosebleed. your whole body was burning with white hot pain, before you went numb. you couldn’t even feel the obsidian road underneath the you, cool from the september chill.

finally, through your now blurry vision, you could see red and blue lights flashing in your lights. you wanted to raise your hand to shield your eyes; the lights were too damn bright for 8 AM in the morning. but still, your arm refused to cooperate and move. slowly, as your darkening vision began to black out, you could hear a few more muffled voices. ��get them onto the stretcher! hurry! this is a high school student from the school nearby!”

you heard a man crying and apologizing profusely, saying that he was running late for work and didn’t see you. but his voice was so blurred in your ears that you had to piece together the syllables and context of the situation in order to make out what he was saying. sirens rang in your ears, as if it were piercing your brain with thousands of needles. and finally, with as much strength as you could muster, you muttered something.

“mom. dad. rin…”

your vision went black.

dear parents and students of kamakura high school,

it is truly unfortunate to announce this, and on such a casual day as well. but a student of ours, (y/n) (l/n) passed away this morning when they were walking to school. a driver of age 32, a man named tanaka takashi, had been driving to work and didn’t see them walking. they were rushed to the hospital, but they couldn’t make it.

they were a beloved student, who was kind and clever, and always helping others. they were likable and always someone who students could trust and smile around, and we hope that they will be able to rest in peace.

rin could feel bile rising up his stomach and throat, nausea filling every inch of his body with hopelessness. he was drenched in a cold sweat, skin white as paper, eyes still red from crying, and cheeks still wet from the tears. he sat next to your hospital bed, a vase of aster on your hospital night stand. he knew that something was wrong when you weren’t at school and didn’t even text him where you were in the morning, but he would have never expected this.

hehatedthishehatedthishehatedthishehatedthishehatedthis—

the nurses watched, unable to console a grieving teenager. he only kept on repeating your name over and over again like a prayer, as if you would come back to him with a smile if he just said your name enough times, revealing yet another one of your stupid yet entertaining pranks. but you never did, not after saying your name the same amount as your favorite number, not after counting to the month and day that you had both first met, not even after counting to the month and day of your birthday.

eventually, perhaps out of exhaustion from crying and not eating for the whole day, rin fell asleep on your hospital bed, even if your body had already been removed to prepare for the funeral. he still wanted to spend just a little more time with anything about you, even if it was your hospital clothes and hospital bed that was used by a dead person—you. but it seemed almost impossible; the fact that you were dead was impossible.

this whole day, you had been floating around kamakura.

well, at least, this whole day after you died. a strange messenger told you that they (he wouldn’t specify who) had sensed that you wouldn’t be able to move on peacefully without a proper goodbye, and gave you until the end of the day to say goodbye to everyone that you wanted. after that, they would send you to the afterlife. so you took this opportunity to your advantage, revisiting all of your favorite childhood stores and locations.

a traditional japanese restaurant that was known for it’s amazing ochazuke. a theater near your house that was playing the shining. the ice cream shop that sold your favorite type of lottery ice cream. the beach that you used to always watch the ocean with rin and sae at when you were kids. your home, where you said goodbye to your family one last time, and attempted your best at hugging them despite being a ghost. and finally, one last stop.

the hospital.

it wasn’t a particularly special or meaningful place to you, but it had a particularly special person to you inside. rin was inside, slumbering not-so-peacefully. he was twitching, and muttering something every once in a while. he was crying in his sleep, a few sniffles from his nose every few moments. an owl swooped past you as you entered through the window, phasing through the glass and curtains.

your eyes softened as you floated next to him, trying to touch him but only passing your arm right through his shoulder and neck. you sighed, just watching him for a few minutes as the clock slowly ticked towards midnight, indicating when you must take your leave. tick, tick, tick, tick, tick…five minutes left.

rin tried to control what he dreamt of that night, but he was only human. he could only helplessly dream of that snowy night, when sae had turned his back on rin and left. but as rin chased after sae, begging for him to come back and chase after their dream together once more, sae’s back slowly turned to yours, and you began to walk away from him.

please, come back. rin screamed; but suddenly, he slipped, and you walked too far for him to reach anymore. chest tightening in agony, rin could only lie there and sob. both of the people he loved most in his life just left him within a few months. why was fate so cruel? why did the world hate him so much?

watching his withdrawn expression, you did your best attempt at sitting down as you began to spill your last thoughts on earth to rin. perhaps your voice could coax him?

“you know, rin,” you hummed. “this is supposed to be some heart wrenching, tear jerking speech. the ones that everyone cries to in the movies. but i know i’ll just end up sounding like those people who try to sound wise but only end up sounding like pre-schoolers, so bear with me, alright?”

tick. four minutes left.

“when i first met you, i thought you were the most annoying, absolutely pathetic person i had ever met. i mean, what six year old only did nothing but follow his brother around all day? but then you had bought me that lottery ice cream that i didn’t have enough allowance to buy, and i was smitten with you from that day on.”

“i stuck with you, only falling more and more in love with you day by day. i wanted to confess to you a lot of times. once when we were ten and we were partners for that science project about the solar system and you refused to let me use any of my allowance on the materials and we only used your allowance. once when we were thirteen and we won junior high nationals. and once every day after that. but i never got the chance.”

tick. three minutes left.

“when i first began floating around as a ghost just earlier today, i was just regretting that you could never hear me confessing to you and that i could never confirm whether or not you actually liked me back or not. but now that i look at it, you probably did. i mean, you never allow anyone else to hug you.”

you sighed, pouting. “but man, i have to miss out on so many things! i never got to see hunter x hunter come back from it’s hiatus, i never got to see one piece end, i never got to see squid games season 3, and i never got to watch you win the world cup. isn’t the world so damn unfair?”

tick. two minutes left.

“i want to be the noble and mature one here. the one who will say ‘please don’t get hung up over me, your happiness is my happiness’ stuff. but i can’t bring myself to say it; seeing you with someone else or even thinking about it makes me mad and even a little sad. honestly, i know i sound like a pick me, but stay hung up on me for at least a decade or two, alright?”

tick. one minute left.

“rin, it was the greatest blessing ever given to me to be able to know you and love you. i think i was unbelievably lucky to have met you and to have been able to know you.”

“rin, i love you.”

thirty seconds remaining.

and finally, you leaned in, trying to adjust with your touch-through body, and finally, your lips met his—somewhat, considering how you couldn’t really kiss him in the traditional sense, although your lips were as close as touching as possible, so a win is a win—and you finally kissed him. after ten years, you finally mustered up the courage to kiss him.

“see you later, rin.”

tick. zero seconds left.

ahhhhhh so you made it this far, congratulations! if you read the author’s note at the beginning, then you must have been keeping track of the references and little details, right? you haven’t? well sucks to be you because im giving them out anyways!

the title - a lyric from billie eilish’s song “birds of a feather”

“you couldn’t even feel the obsidian road underneath the you, cool from the september chill” (paragraph 6) - rin’s birthday is in september, his favorite season is autumn, and he likes chilly weather

“a vase of aster on your hospital night stand” - aster is rin’s birth flower, as he is born september 9th and aster is the birth flower for the month of september

there are five ticks in the hospital scene - rin has five underlashes on each eye

reader visits five locations as a ghost - same as the previous one, rin has five underlashes on each eye

reader visits an ochazuke shop, a movie theater playing the shining, and an owl flies past them while they are entering the hospital - ochazuke is rin’s favorite food, the shining is rin’s favorite movie, and owls are rin’s favorite animals

reader has known rin (and sae) for 10 years - 10 is the jersey number of rin and sae during the u20 arc

hxh, one piece, and squid games all have direct mentions

“i was unbelievably lucky to have met you and to have been able to know you” (paragraph 37) - inspired by juvia’s speech to gray in fairy tail

much of the hospital and ending kiss - inspired by orihime’s speech to ichigo in bleach

“stay hung up on me for at least a decade or two” (paragraph 35) - eren’s words about mikasa to armin to aot (the scene where armin calls eren pathetic)

“see you later, rin” (paragraph 42) - reference to “see you later, eren” from aot. honestly, a lot of this whole thing was written with eremika in mind because rin is confirmed to be what the child of eren and mikasa would look like if they ever had one because yusuke nomura (the artist of bllk) was once the art assistant of isayama (the artist and writer of aot). which is funny because i have very mixed feelings on eremika.

this whole fanfic - inspired by keiko and yusuke from yyh (the early episodes of yyh when yusuke was still trying to come back to life, before all the spirit detective shenanigans)

this fic having 42 paragraphs - ok, now this is going to be some amazing yap. in east asian mythology (i believe it’s just japanese and chinese, but correct me if im wrong) there is a festival on the 7th day of the 7th month in the lunar calendar to celebrate the myth of two ancient lovers who were separated by the gods. they were only allowed to meet once a year because the gods pitied them. in japanese, this is called tanabata, and in chinese, this is called qixi. this is just like how the afterlife pitied (y/n) and allowed them to meet those who they loved most for one last time before they would officially pass. also, 7 is “nana” in japanese, and the nana anime is basically about two lesbian lovers who were doomed to fail…imo. (y/n) met rin when they were 6, and 6 times 7 = 42, so 42 paragraphs.

yes, this was all planned out. yes, im tired asf.

also side note : i tried to keep this as religion free as possible, because i understand that people have different religions! i myself am an atheist, but i also want to respect all religions. i didn’t want to exclude anyone from this fanfic, so i just used the logic and mythology from the yu yu hakusho manga (the one that this fic is based off of) instead of traditional religious beliefs. im deeply sorry if i offended anyone or accidentally mentioned something that might be rude to a certain religion, because i had no intention to.

[unconventional-lawnchair]

I am not writing this because I could not mentally take it but...

Imagine… being an Obscurus and best friends with Barty Crouch Jr.

You were eight years old when you met him.

A Muggle girl, too loud, too wild, too alive- a stark contrast to the quiet, polite boy with a sharp mind and a father that loomed over him like a shadow.

But with you? He wasn’t a Crouch. He was just Barty.

You built forts out of logs, ran barefoot through the pond, and shared a locket- two halves of a whole, a symbol of forever.

Imagine… falling sick the moment he turned eleven.

It started with headaches. Then nosebleeds. Then days where your limbs felt too heavy to move.

Barty didn’t understand. No one did.

One day, you were climbing trees and stealing sweets from the corner shop.

The next, you were shaking, feverish, slipping through his fingers.

And then- he left.

Hogwarts. Magic. A world you couldn’t follow him into.

He promised to write every day.

He did.

But no letter could stop the way your bones ached or the way the shadows in your room whispered.

Imagine… Barty researching Obscurials.

He was fourteen when he figured it out.

When he read about children who grew sick and died because they suppressed their magic.

Except- you weren’t suppressing it.

You never had magic to begin with.

But somehow, it was still killing you.

Imagine… Barty growing more desperate.

He tore through the Hogwarts library like a man possessed.

Potions. Enchantments.

He tried everything. He talked to anyone- everyone. He promised anything for answers. Anything for help.

Ancient texts. Dark rituals. Forbidden spells.

Once- he even tried to give you his own magic. Like a childish fever dream, something to awaken yours. Take yours. Fix yours.

It failed. Of course it did.

But that didn’t stop him from trying again. And again. And again.

Because Barty Crouch Jr. was a lot of things.

A prodigy. A disappointment. A son with too many expectations.

But to you- he was just a boy who couldn’t stand to lose his best friend.

Imagine… your final conversation with him.

You were eighteen, frail and pale, sitting in your childhood bed as Barty paced beside you. He had spent every year of his life loosing himself to try and regain you.

And it was tearing you apart inside.

He told you about his latest discovery, about the ritual he was planning.

He swore he was close.

You smiled. Soft. Knowing. Because he was always close.

And then you said it. So soft. So sweet.

So scratchy.. so quiet..

“Barty, it’s okay.”

And it broke him.

He fell to his knees beside your bed, clutching your frail hands, begging you not to go.

Because who was he without you? What identity did he have if you weren't there? What was all the Outstandings for? The letters? The years he spent learning every nook and cranny of magic- if he couldn't stop it?

Not yet. Not when he still had so much to fix.

“I can’t,” he whispered. “I can’t watch you die.”

And so, you gave him one final gift. Because he had give you so much.

Too much.

“Then don’t,” you whispered. “Close your eyes.”

He did.

“Picture me."

And he did. And when his face twisted in anguish, you tutted. Running your small- much too small hands, through his black locks. “Not like that. Like me.”

And there she was. The vibrant ten-year-old who once dragged him through the streets, laughing like she had all the time in the world. Tugging him into alley ways and sneaking away from his parents.

“Write to me,” you said, voice barely a breath. “Write to that girl. That way… it will be like I never left.”

So he let go of your hand.

And he left.

He left you alone in that bed.

He walked away, fists clenched, locket pressed to his palm.

He didn’t look back. He forced himself through the meadow in your back yard, the bond you used to run in when you were younger, the swings that rocked.

And then- the explosion.

The shockwave knocked him to the ground.

The sky split open behind him.

And as he lay there, gasping, the locket in his hand felt heavier than ever.

You were gone.

Imagine… Barty writing letters to you all the time. From his years in the war, tales of Voldemort and his friends.

Even in Azkaban he made use of the walls and his nails.

Then under his imperious curse it was like a safe haven in his mind.

At first, they were daily.

Then weekly.

Then only when he could remember your face.

One day, he woke up and couldn’t remember if your eyes were green or blue. Brown or black. Purple or red.

Then your hair.

Your smile.

Your laugh.

And then, finally- your name.

He tried to write to you that night.

But the ink wouldn’t flow, because his hands hesitated.

Because for the first time in his life-

He didn’t know who he was writing to.

And that- not Azkaban, not the Dementors, not even the war-

That was the moment Barty Crouch Jr. truly died.

And the cruelest thing; in this form of death; he still wouldn't see you. Not yet.

[moonmaiden1996]

Totally agree 💯 with your thoughts on Sanji as a romantic partner (he's my favourite 🥰). What is your opinion on him as a sexual partner? I somehow see him still as a virgin (would have died from that massive nosebleeding) 🤣 and shy, afraid of not pleasing his woman. Maybe more vanilla than into kinks. Lot of cuddling, kissing and holding hands. 🤔 What you think?

I love this question. Sanji is also my fav- you have good taste.

Okay, buckle up, folks—I've put some serious thought into this, and here comes a full-blown essay.

First off, I’m convinced Sanji is a virgin. Hear me out. I think even Oda might’ve hinted at this somewhere? The guy’s all about the romance of the relationship, not the deed itself. His intensity about love probably scares off anyone looking for casual fun. Add to that his chronic nosebleeds at even the hint of affection or attraction—it’s safe to say it takes someone very special to get over him losing his entire supply of blood through his nose to get to that level.

But let’s talk about Sanji as a lover. The man is a giver, full stop. His happiness comes from making you happy, no matter the lengths he has to go to. Sanji’s the kind of guy who could literally lose himself in your pleasure—like, "Oh, you’re enjoying this? Great, I’m done!" He’s probably the type to cum in his pants while he’s focusing on you.

In the early stages of your relationship, Sanji would be laser-focused on perfecting his technique. Picture him pouring over every guide, every book, every questionable magazine he can find to up his game. And don’t think he’d stop there—oh no, this man would shamelessly eavesdrop on his fellow crew members for tips. And yes, I absolutely believe he’d practice on a half-eaten peach in the privacy of his room. (RIP peaches, forever ruined for him he can't go near them without his pants tightening .)

Being the hopeless romantic he is, Sanji’s all about slow burns. He’d wait until marriage, all while showering you with kisses and cuddles—he thrives on emotional and physical connection. That said, if you weren’t a virgin, he’d be down for a little extra physical affection before marriage and the big event (cue eyebrow waggle). He wouldn’t mind your past; he’d just be thrilled to share this new chapter with you. And hey, if you’ve got pointers? Even better. Sanji’s a fast learner with a willingness to please.

Now, if you were a virgin, Sanji would handle it with the utmost care. This man would be terrified of messing it up and you never want him to touch you again (I feel like this is the biggest fear for him getting physical with you, that and hurting your even the slightest bit). Hence lots of prep, oils, and constant check-ins to make sure everything feels just right. He’d follow your instructions to the letter, treating the whole experience like a sacred ritual.

Now for the spicy part: fetishes.

I’m torn here. On one hand, I could see Sanji keeping things vanilla—classic positions, whatever works best for you, with a side of soul-stirring romance. But let’s not forget, this man is also prone to dramatic flair. I wouldn’t be shocked if he pulled out some next-level One Piece tantric lovemaking just to keep things interesting.

On the kinkier side, I think a breeding kink might be on the table. Sanji dreams of a big, loud, loving family, and the "practice makes perfect" mindset tracks perfectly with his character. Beyond that, he’d be open to experimenting—but with clear boundaries. Anything involving harm or discomfort? Absolutely off-limits. Sanji wants you happy and safe, always. Nothing you do or say will persuade him. Side note thought - he would be very down to mark you up with hickeys, something that doesn't hurt you but tells everyone your his really hits his possessive needs.

That said… I do get strong "step on me, mommy" vibes from him. Just putting it out there. Take that as you will.

At the end of the day, Sanji is all about love, care, and devotion. Whether he’s cooking for you, cuddling with you, or, ahem, other things *wink wink*, he’s 100% in. He lives to see you happy, and your joy and pleasure is the greatest reward for this passionate, hopeless romantic man.

[canisalbus]

i would like to imagine that after machete dies, vasco starts collecting red things. red, like the soles of machetes shoes and the hems of his cassocks, the front of his nightgowns after a heavy nosebleed. or maybe he collects pink things, like machete's nose and ears and paw pads, or things white like his fur. he never collects anything black, however. red like the hems but never black like the fabric. black is too sad. it's grief, it's unfathomable loss and it means admitting machete is actually gone, stolen from the world. but ludovica is there, and she indulges his collections in little ways on the occasion. it's a small comfort, her love for her husband in their lavender way.

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[onekeii]

"Can we do that again?"

Day 11: "I never want this night to end." One Piece: Luffy x Reader Warnings/Genre: spoilers up to fishman island arc, fluff, ambiguous relationship, smoochin', mentions of drinking, not proof read Word count: 904 AN: this might be the worst thing i've ever written

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Mermaids, mermen, and fishmen of all shapes and sizes sang and danced before your eyes, the room threatening to burst with laughter and music and the rumble of feet on the floor. It was something you’d never forget, you hoped, letting the familiar post-battle relief seep into your veins and loosen up your muscles.

Up until yesterday morning, you hadn’t seen anyone for two years. Part of you was convinced that your dangerous yet thrilling life on the seas was over, and that you might not run into your long lost friends on Saboady. But of course they would never let you down. When you arrived at the Sunny, there they all were: beaming down at you as if nothing had changed. 

Perhaps nothing had changed, after all. The past few years without them were erased in an instant upon your frantic descent to Fishman Island, and it was business as usual - fighting then feasting then repeating. You took this rare moment of peace to admire your friends from afar, nostalgia aching and eating away at your heart.

Zoro already drank his fill and fell asleep, while you winced at the face stuck to Sanji’s face as he laid in a mermaid’s lap. Chopper was next to him, frantically scolding him for yet another nosebleed. Brook - the Soul King - started performing with the band while Franky taught some fishmen fellows his signature pose, yelling at the top of his lungs, “Suuuuper!” You couldn’t help but choke on your laugh.

Your esteemed captain, Luffy, was deflating slowly after eating so much food, waving his arms about and talking excitedly with Jimbe. Ever the social butterfly, Nami chatted away to Camie while Robin sat still and listened, a small and graceful smile upon her face. Usopp soon joined in, spinning his silly but entertaining little stories.

“Why are you crying?” you look up to find Luffy, his eyes wide with innocent confusion, his body already returned to normal. When you don’t respond right away, he tilts his head and asks again, “Are you still hurt from earlier?”

You shake your head, only just noticing how the tears stung your eyes. Frantically, you wipe them away with the back of your arm, no doubt rubbing your face a little raw. He plops down next to you, taking in the same views. You wonder if he’s thinking of the same thing as you, or maybe he’s just zero’d in on how much more he wants to eat - you can never tell. That’s your captain. 

You clear your throat and say, “I gotta admit something stupid.”

“Yeah?” is all Luffy can say. He doesn’t even turn to you, mesmerised still on what’s before him.

“I’m so happy we’re back together,” you smile, finally tearing your eyes from him, “Even though we’re still going to be bouncing from one place to the other, just like always, I still… I never want this night to end!”

He throws his head back and laughs, “It never will!” he announces proudly, “We’re pirates. We’re gonna live this good every day. I promise!”

Right then, a long-forgotten feeling blossomed in your chest once more. It climbed up into your throat and threatened to choke you, for you were finally back with your friends and your captain - the future King of the Pirates, and you didn’t have to fear what would come next. This is what the past two years were for.

As Luffy’s laugh died down, his wide smile still plastered across his face, you found yourself thinking that you love your captain, who bears so much for you all with no hesitation, so much that you could kiss him. And you do.

It’s quick, fleeting. You race forward and press your lips against his, the music around you fading into the background for a moment, but sense washes over you and sobers you up fast, and you pull away. To your surprise, Luffy doesn’t seem angry or confused. His eyebrows are twisted in shock and his mouth hangs open slightly, but at least he’s not upset. It only makes you feel even more embarrassed, twisting your body away from him and hiding your now red face. “I’m sorry!” your mind races to find the right thing to say, but Luffy’s response takes you out once more.

“Hey, can we do that again?” 

You freeze. Then you slowly turn back to him, only to find his face centimetres from yours. Scooting backwards against the floor to put some distance between you, your response is scattered as you fan the heat away from your face, “What do you mean?”

“That- It felt good! I wanna try it again!” he’s smiling again.  Of course, you huff. Luffy’s actions shouldn’t surprise you anymore. But you give in, feeling yourself lean in to connect your lips again, your hand flying up to cup his cheek and pull him in closer and keep him there longer. Luffy smiles toothily and clumsily into the kiss, reminding you again why you love him so much in the first place.

@12daysofchristmas

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[vicolette]

Cameras Everywhere !

– A/N : love this boy also I js had a nosebleed?? Out of nowhere too bro

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n & pet names, reader implied to be a girl, fluff with angst (?)

"Do you remember, when we first met?"

A sigh escaped from your lips as soon as you heard Pau, your best friend since you both met in La Masia, speak up about whatever. The midnight sky above your heads was showing off some stars, yet the moon remained in the shadows of the clouds. You didn’t know why you were here, freezing in a February night, but Pau apparently 'needed' some fresh air.

In all honesty, you did too. The pressure of being a football player in your favorite club since childhood was tremendous, especially as a young woman, but you didn’t let it get to you. Even so, being able to get a chance like this was rare, due to your schedules being full with matches and meetings.

"Yeah. You cried on the bus and I had to comfort you."

"Wha– what do you mean?!" In a moment of confusion, Pau sat up and tilted his head to the side, facing you as he didn’t bother to admire the sky anymore. "No, I didn’t! I was simply a bit nervous."

"Uh huh. Whatever helps you sleep at night," A childish giggle left your mouth once the pout on Pau's face was seen, stretching your arms and legs out as you laid there like a star.

The wind blew harsher through the place as you shivered at the sensation, your teeth chattering as you heard him do something beside you, yet you didn’t look at him. Stargazing up at the stars, you were met with silence for most of the time, until you felt his hand on your forearm pulling you up into a sitting position.

"You could’ve just said that it was cold, Y/n…" Pau sighed as he sat closer to you, only with a jacket now as he had taken his hoodie off, pulling it down your head as he murmured how selfless you were.

It didn’t fully register in your head until you felt his warm hands on your shoulders, your breathing hitching as you blushed at the physical contact. When you tried to take it off of you, Pau engulfed you into a hug with a boyish grin on his face, laughing at how embarrassed you were when he didn’t even know why.

"Pau, we aren’t children anymore! If anyone sees us like this–" His laughter died down once you had said that, now fully feeling the weight of the realization. Paparazzi was any and everywhere, so even if some fans just took one photo, the media would go into chaos.

However, he still didn’t let go of you as a frown grew on his face, mumbling some incoherent words. The warmth made you feel safe and comfortable, as if you were still fourteen years old and barely back from an acl injury, when he suddenly threw himself at you.

"Did you know how scared I was?!" Little Pau had yelled at you, while you were trying to hold him with all of your strength. Tears were rolling down his eyes as he finally sobbed after eleven whole months of dealing with your injuries, but you let him cry his heart out.

"Sorry…"

"That’s it? Sorry?!"

The memory made you smile as he continuously held onto you, his grip not tight enough to hurt you, but firm enough to not let you escape.

"You worry too much, y'know?" His words were quiet, almost hesitant, as he firstly then let go of you, and you suddenly missed his warmth. Pau moved to sit beside you instead of behind you, yet he didn't touch you at all. "Always sooo scared about the media. Do you even live, or just exist?"

"Pau." It was a warning – a warning that if he’d say anything else, it would just end up turning into an argument. The said person just sighed in disbelief, moving his gaze to look at you for a moment, yet you were avoiding him now.

However, he had noticed the way you were holding your necklace, indicating that you were getting anxious about the situation or the possibility of someone catching you both having a conversation in the middle of nowhere late at night, but he refused to believe it.

"Y/n…"

"If we get caught, best believe I'm never talking to you again." At that moment, Pau's heart dropped out of his chest as soon as he heard that statement, knowing how serious you took your football career. Once you noticed how he had went suspiciously quiet, you looked at him, just to see a hint of frustration in his eyes.

"Then let’s let them have a good picture, at least."

Before you could ask what he meant by that, Pau placed his hand over yours, the other hand reaching out to hold you by your chin in order to not let you look away. His forehead touched yours and firstly now did you realize what he had meant, the silence feeling way too intimate for you two to just be friends.

"I wanted to tell you how I feel, for a long time now." Pau had begun speaking, yet you could only hear bits of it over your loud beating heart. "Whenever I see you, I want to make you the happiest person in the world and it makes me mad that you couldn’t notice these hints."

Hints of him wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer whenever he had introduced you to someone else. Hints of him trying to cook your favorite meal when you were sick. Hints of his gaze lingering on your face a second too long whenever you spoke.

"What do you mean by that?" Your voice came out weak, hesitant, yet Pau merely face palmed at your question, struggling to hide his own giggle at your obliviousness before he calmed down.

"I like you, Y/n."

The world seemed to have stopped spinning as you just stared at him, but when he had tried to let go of you, you reached out to hold him back. "Wait, I like you too!" It came out from the deepest part of your heart, and it was a bit too loud, but the camera flashes were also audible.

You froze at the sound of a photo being taken, whereas Pau immediately moved his head to see who it was. He had only told Lamine and Raphinha about his plan to confess his feelings for you, since they have figured it out on their own, so maybe they were playing a joke? Or one of your teammates? Or –

"Fuck…" Pau scoffed in irritation as he stood up, seeing two grown men escaping the scene. It wasn’t worth running after them, since they had already uploaded the pictures online on every single platform.

When he tilted his head to look at you, he wasn't all too surprised to see the shocked expression on your face. Nonetheless, a sheepish smile still grew on his face, wondering what to do now.

"Uh, sooo… are we dating?"

"Are you being serious right now?"

– A/N : guys my devices have been lagging so badly ever since this week started wtf 🥀🥀

[blueteller]

Out of all the bad people in the story, i dislike Director Ma the most. Reading about krs sitting quietly in his chair trying to get a day off to see cjs & lsh hurt alot. Why do you think krs didnt do anything to get revenge on Ma?

Oh, I absolutely agree. Director Ma is THE WORST. The kind of emotional manipulation this man did to KRS? Disgusting. Utterly repulsive.

I was honestly so glad that it was OG Cale in the side-story and not KRS who heard him say... that, but unfortunately, the fact that Director Ma DARED to try guilt-trip OG Cale!KRS for taking a VACATION of all things, to his face, when we all know that OG KRS was a workaholic who rarely ever took days off? It means this sort of thing wasn't new. For all we know, this could have been a regular occurrence in the office. Not this line specifically, but this… general dismissal of KRS's feelings, while simultaneously taking advantage of his emotions and sense of responsibility. It's the "He's not even crying during a funeral" all over again. Those freaking monsters at the Company, how freaking dare they. Just thinking about it makes me angry.

Now, about your question. Why do you think KRS didn't do anything to get revenge on Director Ma?

I actually considered it in the past. We know Cale is someone perfectly capable of taking revenge and getting even. So why would he let this jerk get away with such behavior when clearly he had enough power in the Company to make a difference?

Here are some of my theories.

One, it could be that Director Ma was useful. You might remember, during the Sealed God's Test arc, Cale mentioned knowing the leaders of the shelters and remembering how he was used to asking them for help and cooperation in the past, with much struggle. Director Ma might have been one of many, many individuals that KRS tolerated "for the greater good". As long as he was only a jerk to KRS as a Team Leader and left his teammates alone, I imagine KRS did not think much about his own hurt. He was too practical. If Director Ma was evil like, let's say, Adin, and was planning harm to other people, Cale certainly would never let it go. But a common… jerk, for the lack of a better word? He could have shrugged it off easily.

Two, maybe it was because Director Ma was a senior. Cale is actually really, really Korean in that aspect. Multiple times in the story Cale had a habit of considering how he should treat his seniors. He even remarked about the White Star that "I don't care if he is a total senior, that guy is a crazy bastard from now on". So, the simple cultural habit of respecting his seniors could be at play here. Yes, Director Ma was way out of line with his words, but those were the words of a senior. So even if Cale understood that it wasn't fair to be treated like this, he might have felt obligated to accept it because of the traditional Korean values of social hierarchy.

Three, maybe it was a sense of helplessness. One of the moments that struck me really hard in the flashback when LSH & CJS died, was the fact that "no one told KRS to wipe his nosebleed". Once KRS lost all his friend, he felt isolated. Without anyone to defend him. Director Ma wasn't the only a**hole he had to deal with on a regular basis in the Company. Perhaps, due to his depression, KRS simply grew used to such disrespectful treatment until he accepted it as a norm. Which is really freaking sad, but I could see it happening. I really do think that transmigration snapped Cale out of a 10-year-long streak of depression and workaholism. …Well, maybe not the second part, heh.

Four, there could be complexities to his relationship with Director Ma. KRS worked over a decade in the Company, after all. Perhaps there was something in their history that made KRS unable to act against him. Blackmail, for example? I don't know what kind of blackmail would work on KRS of all people, but. Perhaps it was simply emotional blackmail. Maybe KRS felt guilty over being Team Leader, because the spot was meant to be inherited by CJS. Maybe Director Ma helped him in the past and KRS felt like he owed him. Who knows? 10 years is a long time.

Here, there's my answer. None of those reasons make Director Ma's treatment of KRS justifiable, of course. But it would explain how such a dumb person avoided getting utterly annihilated... Because we all know Cale could have done it with ease. But relationships between co-workers can be complicated, so.

...Let's all be glad OG Cale got to avenge KRS by simply being himself 😂

[urinarythreatinfection]

Alright since you want requests, how about good ol Sanji figuring out that he likes a guy? Lmao.

Confusion in My Love

Sanji x male reader. fluff. tw for for internalized homophobia. Contains a medium fishman island spoiler. 1375 words.

Desc: Sanji finds out he might be into you

It’s known that Sanji has an innate preference towards women, and an innate hate towards men. It’s a fact of life the same way the sky is blue, or it was until you. He acts differently around you, a man. Not how he treats Luffy or Zoro, no, there’s something else. Something that makes him weak towards you, something that makes it so when you make a mistake he doesn’t feel like getting angry or mocking you. Something that’s making him feel different.

“Sanji!” His heart skips a beat when he hears your voice while giving Nami and Robin their beverages. “Can I get one too?” You ask with a smile. Everyone expects him to say no, right about now he’d be too “busy” fawning over the women, after all. Schedule full. However…

“Alright.” …he agrees. Like it was instinct, before he could even realize what he was agreeing to. It causes everyone to go silent except for Luffy, who hadn’t realized what was weird until Usopp whispered it in his ear. Sanji knows it’s weird too, but he’d already said yes to you, and he just can’t bring himself to change his mind. So he retreats instead. To the kitchen, his oasis, to make your drink. Once he’s inside he crouches down and puts his head in his hands. “Why did I say that!?” He yells at himself. This stupid something has only been getting worse. Not being as angry at you to not wanting to get angry at you to complimenting you. Now he’s even making a midday beverage for you like he would with a lady! “Why am I doing this!?” He stands up and starts to make the drink, keeping himself busy will surely help him stop thinking about it, but it fails. It’s only when he’s poured the finished product inside the glass that he spots his reflection, his face with flushed cheeks. He touches them as his heart beats faster, is he sick? That has to be it there’s now way, right? Nonono he loves women he’s a woman lover, men are disgusting creatures that he would never develop romantic love for! However the more he thinks about it the more everything he feared and denied is coming together, making his repressed emotions crash down on him.

“Hey, Sanji?” You walk into the kitchen and find him with his elbows on the counter, head in his hands. “Damn if you really didn’t want to make me the drink you don’t have to force yoursel-” You notice tears dripping on the marble “-are you crying!?” When he spots you they flow from his eyes harder.

“hic..unng…” He puts his face back into his hands, sobbing as his emotions overwhelm him, stronger from all the years of internalized homophobia from misinformation. If he’s gay does that mean he has to crossdress all the time now? He likes his suit though… now he just made himself cry more. He feels like a stupid little kid again. You go up to him, confused but rubbing his back as he lets everything out and tries to imagine all the things he’s going to end up doing now that he’s gay. Cooking with long nails, fighting with dresses, having to do makeup every morning, saying kya…

“Sanji what’s up with you, man? Did having to make a free drink for a guy make you this heartbroken?” Crazy conclusion but he’s almost died from a nosebleed so it isn’t that out of the question.

“I’m gay…” He sniffles. “What do I do?”

“Huh??” You look at him with a confused expression. “You’re crying because you’re gay? Sanji it’s not something to be ashamed of, Luffy isn’t going to kick you off the ship. I’m not even sure he knows or even cares what that means.”

“Maybe, but how am I going to cook with long nails?” He looks at his hands in despair. “And is he going to accept me if I wear dresses and makeup?”

“Do you… want to wear dresses and makeup?” The blonde wipes his eyes when you question him.

“..maybe.” Sanji mumbles then quickly yells after. “I don’t know!”

“I feel like you have a misconception on what being gay is. I don’t know what you’re thinking but you don’t have to do anything to be gay besides being attracted to the same sex.”

“But the ladies…” He still wants to like women, he doesn’t know what that means.

“Sanji there are other options besides gay or straight, you can like both men and women, and you don’t have to do whatever you’re thinking if you don’t want to. You’d be a beautiful crossdresser or non-crossdresser. In fact, you don’t even need to be a crossdresser to wear makeup. I don’t- I- How did you even come to this conclusion.”

“In Kambakka.” He states, that makes sense.

“Oh.” You scratch the back of your neck. “Well I don't think them being gay is the reason they’re that way. Did they not tell you this?” He shakes his head. “Yeah well I guess they wouldn’t have expected for you to be this-” ‘ignorant’ “-uh.. mal-informed. Anyway I mean what I say. You’re still you and you get to be you. How did you end up figuring out you liked men anyway?

“Ugh…” He feels stupid now, getting emotional over nothing as he wipes his eyes. “It’s because I like y-” Sanji stops, immediately sobering up once he realizes his mistake. “yyyyoung men my age.”

“Oh? Did you see someone you liked at the last island?” You’re starting to get curious and his face goes red again as he sputters, blue eyes swimming around for an escape when he remembers the drink he made you. He grabs it and quickly gives it to you.

“Here! I finished it not too long ago, drink it while it’s still fresh.” You grab onto it, accepting he doesn’t want to talk. This must be a vulnerable moment for him.

“Well, okay. Just know whatever you end up being, I still care about you, kay?” You smile at him and he heats up more, his feelings stronger now that he realizes what they are.

“Me too, I.. care about you—too.” He’s struggling, jolting when you rub his back.

“We care about each other then, and thanks for the drink.” You walk out of the kitchen with a wink. Once you’re gone Sanji slowly sinks to his knees, sighing. His hand goes to his chest, feeling his beating heart.

“This…feels so weird..!” He rests his back on a shelf door, pupils into hearts as he gets dizzy. “Love love love..” That repeats in his head. He loves you, adores you, filled with nice feelings the moment you look his way. “I love him."

There’s a lot to think about now that he’s realized this but if this light, pleasant feeling he’s getting is because he loves you.. maybe a crush on a guy isn’t so bad.

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Bonus past memory from Kamabakka:

“GAHH GET AWAY FROM ME! I’M NOT GAY!!” Sanji screams while running from the Okamas. He’d been running the whole day now and eventually manages to lose them, that's what he thinks anyway. They’re actually just hiding to let him rest.

“He keeps calling us gay, we’re Okamas.” One of them says, an idea popping up. “You… don’t think he thinks all queer people are like us, right?”

…

…

“No way~” They all brush it off as another speaks up. “I mean it’s pretty obvious what the difference is, he’s gone traveling he’s must’ve met another queer person.”

“Right right.”

“I’m never going to be like them, I like women. I’m not an Okama.” They hear him say as he catches his breath, making them pause.

“Ah…” They nervously look at eachother

“Well.. he’s going to be here for two years. He should figure it out eventually, right?”

“Yeah, we’ll try and help him too! He’s precious after all.”

Unknown to them, he hadn’t figured it out. In fact, he was so terrified of them that even when they did try giving him pointers he kept blocking it out. But it’s alright, there’s no way he’d do something like think it’s mandatory for gay people to crossdress… probably.

NEXT

Poor Sangni. You know for all the shit people (me too) give him, he kinda turned out really good compared to all the things he went through.

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She's just stepped off the bed after doing compressions for close to 4 minutes. They have a heartbeat, and she's picking glass out of a gash from their pile-up vic, breath hot in her mask.

That's why she In the corner of her eye, Whitaker does a double take. "Oh! Uh, Mel. You should step away. Blood."

"What?" she says, looking up from the gash she was picking glass out of to cinch the vein as fast as they could.

Samira's eyes widen when she looks at her face. "Your nose is bleeding."

Mel jerks back, instinctively getting as far away from the patient as possible.

"Mohan, take over for Mel, please. Mel, you can take five to take care of that," Robby, who Mel hadn't even noticed had been around, said.

"Yes, I- sorry," Mel said as she discarded her gloves and gown. Samira was already stepping into place, and the procedure continued smooth without her. "Sorry," she said again, noticing the tension in her voice more than feeling it.

"No need to apologise, Dr King," she heard Robby say absently as she left the bay. Inexplicably, she didn't go to the bathroom, but instead speedwalked outside, to the ambulance bay, and then a little around the corner, out of general sight.

She realised why when she finally noticed her erratic breathing under the mask she hadn't taken off. She ripped it from her face now, fruitlessly trying to absorb the steady stream of blood with the wadded up mask.

"Fuck, Mel, are you okay?" Her shoulders jumped, and she looked to her right to find Dr Langdon, all surprised concern, holding his phone and leaned against the wall.

Fine, she tries to say, but all she can manage is an unconvincing nod. In her moment of surprise, she inhales sharply through her nose and accidentally breathes a flow of blood down her airway.

She starts hacking coughing, redfaced and embarassed now too. "Fuck," Frank says again, quickly pocketing his phone. "I'll get you some tissues from-" Her hand on his arm stops him.

"Please," she says, throat rough. "I need you for a second."

She immediately cringes at how vulnerable that made her sound, how presumptuous of his time. But Frank just steps back, says "Yeah, of course."

She must be a sight, dried blood sticky on her chin, still flowing heavily when she slightly lowers the mask to check.

"Mel, can you breathe alright?"

"I bled into a patient," she says.

"It happens," he says immediately. Then, with more gravity, ducking down slightly to catch her gaze, "Mel, it happens to everyone." She feels her eyebrows pull up. "Uhm, yeah, not the nosebleed thing, nessescarily, though I did see it happen during a surgery once- but accidents will happen. We're human. We just do the best we can." He pulls a face. "Generally speaking."

She leans into his chest, forehead to his clavicle, so the blood won't stain his scrubs. He hovers his arms over her shoulders, then puts them around her. Her body feels safe again.

It's such a relief, she feels pinpricks of sensation in her cheeks, a telltale sign of tears coming. She clenches her eyes shut.

"I'm meant to be okay today," she says, turning her head. He pulls her in closer, and she unthinkingly wraps her arms around his waist, leaner even than he looks.

"Did something happen?"

"My mom died last week," she says, before realising how that sounds. She hasn't talked that much about her parents. "Eleven years ago, last week. I was really trying to hold it together then, and it worked, 'cause Becca had her play and we did some last minute decor to set up and- well, I held it together then, but today there was this woman who," the tears start flowing, and she pulls back abruptly. "Oh, I don't want to-"

Frank pulls her back in, that warmth enveloping her in the november chill. "It's an ER, sweetheart, I've changed shirts twice today," he assures, his voice soft and thoughtful like he's grieving right beside her, and Mel just breaks. She cries like it doesn't matter anymore, she lets herself fall apart in the relative privacy of this moment, everything outside of them two void.

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OK I just read an ask about Derek being the one to kill Jennifer (Peter's nurse), and I didn't know that was a theory but I just had to go back and rewatch that scene.

(I am not a medical professional, so feel free to correct me, and also, this is TV, but assuming that human bodies work the same in TW than in real life…)

In Wolf's Bane, we see how Derek elbows her, she falls to the ground, a few seconds later, when Stiles gets to her, we can see there's a pool of blood under her, seemingly from her head. She also has a nosebleed, but considering she's facing the other way, it's unlikely that's the source. Taking into account hos she fell, she got hit hard enough to at minimum break her nose, turn around, and fall unconscious facing the other way.

Here we can see her while Stiles crawls away from the fight (and I can't see any movement, but the camera is shaky and she's not on screen for long)

Then Stiles leaves, and Peter and Derek fight, and then Peter goes to her and takes her car keys from her pocket. Regardless of who was the one to kill her, this is the last time we see her alive.

We know that the next scene happens three days later (In Co-captain, right after the game, Jackson reminds Scott that he has seventy-two hours to get him the bite, and says "three days makes it just in time for the Winter Formal")

So in Code Breaker, when Peter takes Stiles, the body of the nurse is in the trunk, she's dressed exactly the same as she was in the hospital, which doesn't really make sense, I mean, there is no way she would have gone to work again after that, even if only to avoid the question of "where is your comatose patient?"

She has this awful splotches on her arms, they could be bruises, if she died with her arm in a position where that was on the floor, it could be a sign of blood pooling there after stopping circulation.

Or, apparently, they could be a sign of early-stage decomposition. Apparently the blue fingertips could also mean she died from blood loss or strangulation (but don't quote me on that)

From the way Peter moves her arm out of the way, we know her body is not stiff. Rigor mortis sets about 2-6 hours after death, and lasts for 24-78 hours, so she has to have died either less than 2-6 hours or over 24-78 hours before this scene.

And then Stiles sees the body, and he reacts with a gasp, and this is Peter's face:

This is not the face of someone who's gloating or who's happy to be scaring a teenager, I think this is surprise.

Then he closes the trunk, says "I got better" and never mentions her again.

So... It's likely she did die a couple days ago, Peter stashed her in the trunk of her own car, never told Derek anything, and never mentioned it again.

(Now, considering Peter got set on fire and killed right after that, what the hell happened to her? Did anyone ever find her?? Where did Peter even park her car? He was already waiting for his dramatic entrance inside of the Hale house by the time everyone else got there, and I couldn't see her car anywhere)