#is that i continually forget and remember stuff that happens

[findingcrow]

Have we considered how strange Neil probably sounds to the other Foxes? And just people in general?

I don't mean his weird vague statements or anything throughout the series. I mean the fact that he's from Baltimore, has gone through like 15 different states, and like 10 different countries. He speaks English, yes, but also French (probably a mix of Quebecian and Parisian, since he visited both if I remember right? Or at least Europe?), and also German? And he was learning Spanish for a time? First of all, that many accents? Mixed together? He had to learn so many in order to seem "normal" and local wherever he was running, so he must've been able to switch between them or learn them fast, but surely some stuff stuck with him, right?

Like imagine him talking to the Foxes and forgets he's meant to be from Arizona and starts speaking with a Midwestern accent, even for just a couple of words. He's about to bump into one of them and forgets he's not in Wisconsin and says, "oup, let me scooch right on past ya." Does it happen often? No, definitely not, especially not in the beginning.

But I'd like to think that the more he talks to the group, he more he kind of switches between it all, especially after Baltimore and The King's Men. Suddenly he sounds briefly Canadian while talking over Exy tactics with Kevin. Matt and Dan are lecturing him about a recent self-destructive behavior and he tries to explain himself, suddenly sounding very much like he's from Queens, before shutting himself up and nodding an apology.

I think the team would have a FIELD DAY once they fully realized. They're trying to get him to say all sorts of stuff. Before they found out he was from Baltimore, Renee is silently trying to piece together where he's really from, and Andrew is doing the same, because Millport, Arizona, and French do not go together, and neither does a Slavakian accent, and why is he a little freak. The Foxes want him under a microscope NOW.

Does Neil forget words? If he does, does he just go silent before someone mutters it to him and he continues? On bad days, does he zone out and forget where he is, and starts speaking to Andrew in French?

I have so many questions and thoughts about Neil and his accents and languages, like he has to have developed his own special accent at that rate.

[batsplat]

what to think of motogp and wta's new logos

what to think indeed

I don't know anything about graphic design, so these are all extremely uninformed opinions. I thought this piece on the race was really helpful (to me, who again doesn't know shit) in explaining some of the practical reasons for the motogp rebrand - and I imagine some of the reasons are broadly applicable for the wta too. like, yeah this does make sense

which I don't feel like was. as much a problem with the old wta logo

idk man. I get the player adds a more cluttered visual element, but the atp logo also still as one of those. iirc this logo has also only been a thing since 2020, so it's not like in the motogp case where it's literally been around forever. you can detach both the text and the symbol and use them on their own. I kinda get why motogp needed a new one more than I do with the wta,, like okay, the wta is defo in a worse state than motogp but I'm not sure the REBRAND is gonna fix anything

setting aside the actual justification for the rebrand... I don't really like either of them. it just looks extremely generic! again, I think the piece from the race was good for explaining WHY this happens --

-- but the thing is, right, I am not a shareholder in motogp and don't actually need to care how commercially smart this change is. I think sometimes there's this thing where you dislike somebody and you then get told 'well you just don't know that there's industry-specific reasons for why it's Like That!!' and it's kinda. okay, that's good information to have, but I have taken in that information and I still don't like it. logos in general have been getting more generic and, sure, maybe that makes sense for commercial reasons, but sometimes you've got to free your mind from your inner capitalist and just. dislike stuff. I don't want all my sports to look like they're trying to sell me vegan soup

also, while I can claim no real nostalgia for either the wta or the motogp logos, to me this is still like. the intro I will always associate with motogp

the champions tower is one of the cooler branding things motogp has going for it, and the link with the chequered flag just makes it neat and distinctive and on-topic. idk, SURELY there was a way to just integrate this one visible design element into the new logo in a way that still makes it work for the internet age etc etc? I'm not a graphic designer (clearly) so I don't have any great suggestions, but even if you're just making the 'o' have a chequered flag or whatever idk. I don't like this trend

coming back to the wta, we do obviously have to address the elephant in the room - they've changed colours. idk man, the problem with the wta rebrand is I associate that logo with the wta even more than I did the old motogp one with motogp. and I do associate purple with the wta. idk WHY they've made the switch.... I do kindaaaa have time for the argument that 'men's tennis blue women's tennis purple' is maybe kinda dated colour coding. I'm a big fan of the colour purple in isolation, but also I don't necessarily hate moving away from that. that being said.... don't go GREEN, the atp challenger tour is GREEN. now I know they have also recently had a rebrand --

-- but in everybody's heads, that shit is still green!! I watch challenger events, plenty of tennis fans do and even if you don't you do still have a sort of... vague awareness of them. why green?? okay so you can't take blue because the atp's got that, no purple, I'm guessing no red on similar gender coding grounds. I personally would have gone for orange. and in general, obviously the larger issue is that announcing you're going to do a big change a RADICAL new step a huge overhaul and then it's a fucking COLOUR change is like. my brother we are in crisis mode here I think you're gonna have to do better than that

anyway. why does everything just need to look more boring nowadays

can we not at least keep the triangle 'a' with the tennis ball!! could we not have kept the 'a'!!

misc complaints:

what does 'rally the world' even mean

nobody is calling it 'mgp'

don't like that that's in the social media pfp's now... with the wta I do need a bit longer to see about how I feel about the graphics in practise. but also, at the end of the day, I don't care THAT strongly. I have zero real investment in motogp's long-term health, I DO have a lot of investment in women's tennis' future but also it's not going to live or die by this logo change. I will miss both of the old logos and broadly preferred them to what we have now

anyway.

[oh-katsuki]

yk when u put down and book series for a moment and forget about it and then u have to go back and reread before continuing bc u forgot everything? that is my current conundrum

[j-crow]

im getting therapy who cheered‼️‼️🎉🎉🎉

[magicalpuppet]

"Are you new here? I’m new too." What if the one she met wasn't Frank at all?

If somebody is interested in the madness “theory”, I'll put it right under here.

Keep in mind before continuing: this is straight up just a theory/headcanon, I'm gonna share it without any other purpose than having fun theorizing. I put some points you can follow, I am sorry this is gonna be long and crazy.

So, I believe the puppet Julie met could be...Wally.

This whole madness was caused by Julie's story in the video "regard forgetfulness silence"...

The memory The way Julie is speaking seems off to me, as well as the way she recounts her first meeting with Frank.

She "think" that's how she met him, isn't it strange she can't recall precisely how she met the dearest puppet to her?

We know Julie have difficulties with her memory, but she seems to remember stuff that happened when hanging out with Frank, why the most important moment is so unclear to her?

This could mean that she can't remember the interaction correctly and that her memories are being heavily corrupted by something or that the whole thing is made up by someone.

The encounter

Even the encounter is iffy, the puppet she met doesn't seems to speak like Frank Does.

"Are you new here? I'm new too. My name is Frank"

This speech pattern sound more similar to Wally to me.

And after that, she says that he made a corny joke and she laughed at it, we know that Frank is not really the one who tells jokes. Heck, he is not even good at telling them.

You could argue about Wally and jokes too, he's not very skilled at telling them after all, but I can imagine two scenarios: -Him speaking normally and not realizing he is saying something funny to her. (this could apply to Frank too)

-His best friend love to tell jokes and we know that Barnaby encourage Wally to chat and tell jokes to the Neighbors, it could be that noticing she was scared he tried to tell a joke to her.

The fruit basket

Okay now I am really looking into stuff, I know, but why would Frank bring a big fruit basket around? Julie says it's because he was going to say hi to her but we know the friendliest neighbor in the whole place is Wally itself. Wouldn't it make more sense for him to be the one going to say hi?

The fruit basket could also just be related to Wally going out into the woods to paint a still life since he is a painter.

“Was he mad?”

She was worried that "Frank" was mad at her when they met.

Strange, because Frank emotions are very easy to read, he's a very expressive puppet. We also know that when he feel a very strong emotion (like being mad) his head spins. Why she would question it? If it was Wally, his emotions are more difficult to read and it could be that she didn't understood his intentions immediately.

Wally itself

The fact she bring up Wally while recalling Frank's meeting is strange too. She says she met Wally the same day, why not meeting the whole neighborhood then? Maybe it was just them at the beginning and it would make sense in that case.

But Wally comes up at the end of the audio asking "Did all that really happen, Julie?" like he is asking her like all of that was made up or straight up incorrect.

Aaand I'm done! I'm not even sure any of this makes sense to anyone else, but it was stuck with me since the update and I wanted to draw it and share it.

Maybe it was Frank, maybe it was really Wally, maybe it never happened in the first place but... Everything sound too strange to be as the story says.

And don't get me wrong with all of this! I love Frank and Julie relationship a lot, I am not going against them in any way. I like to go deep inside the stories I am following and I speculate a lot about stuff! (Also I wanna apologize if my english is not the best, it's not my first language)

[inseobts]

1st Anniversary

what would they do for your first anniversary together?

gn!reader

characters: luffy, zoro, sanji, law, ace

words count: around 0.5k - 0.7k each

masterlist || ko-fi

── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:

The sun rises over the Thousand Sunny, casting golden light across the deck. You stretch and yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes when a sudden weight crashes into you.

"Y/N!" Luffy yells, tackling you with his usual enthusiasm.

You groan but laugh as he wraps his arms around you "Luffy, it's too early for this—"

"IT'S OUR ANNIVERSARY!" he shouts, grinning ear to ear.

You blink. Oh. Right. Your first anniversary together.

Luffy’s never been the best at remembering dates, so you didn’t expect him to bring it up at all. But here he is, vibrating with excitement like a kid who just found a pile of meat.

"You remembered?" you ask, surprised.

Luffy nods eagerly "Of course! I mean… Sanji wrote it down for me… and Nami yelled at me to not forget… and Robin told me what an anniversary even is—but still!"

You chuckle, shaking your head "So, do you have something planned?"

Luffy puffs out his chest proudly "Yup! Captain’s orders: today is Luffy and y/n Day! No crewmates allowed!"

From across the deck, you hear Usopp yell "THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!"

Luffy ignores him.

"But," he continues, "I, uh, don’t actually know what people do on anniversaries, so I just made some rules!"

Your curiosity piques "Rules?"

Luffy grins, grabbing a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolding it dramatically "Yup! First rule: We gotta eat as much meat as possible!"

You snort "Of course."

"Second rule: No pirate stuff today. Just fun stuff!"

"That’s… actually kind of sweet" you admit.

"And the last rule…" He suddenly scratches his head, cheeks turning a little pink "Well… um…"

You tilt your head "What is it?"

Luffy huffs, clearly frustrated "It's a secret rule! I’ll tell you later!"

You laugh but decide not to push it "Alright, Captain. What’s first on the itinerary?"

It starts with a massive breakfast, courtesy of Sanji (who glares at Luffy the whole time for stealing food off your plate). After stuffing yourselves, Luffy drags you across the Sunny for various "Luffy-approved" activities.

First, there’s an intense game of tag—where Luffy cheats by using his rubber powers. Then, he insists on fishing, though he gets distracted halfway through and jumps in after the fish himself. After drying off (and avoiding Nami’s wrath for getting seawater everywhere), he decides you both need a nap—because "eating and playing is tiring!"

You wake up with Luffy curled around you like a koala, snoring into your hair.

"You really are like a cat" you mumble, gently brushing his bangs aside.

Luffy stirs, blinking up at you sleepily "Hmmm?"

"Nothing" you whisper, smiling.

As the sun starts setting, you and Luffy sit on the deck, watching the waves. The usual chaos of the crew is still happening in the background, but for once, it’s peaceful.

Luffy suddenly perks up "Oh! The secret rule!"

You sit up straighter "Finally. What is it?"

He fidgets, uncharacteristically nervous "Well… I heard anniversaries are for saying important stuff, right?"

You nod "I guess, yeah."

Luffy rubs the back of his neck, looking out at the sea "So… my last rule is… that I gotta tell you something important today. Something really important."

Your heart skips a beat. Luffy isn't usually serious—when he is, it means something big "Okay," you say softly "I'm listening."

He takes a deep breath, then grins, his usual carefree self again "I love you!"

You freeze.

He’s said he likes you before, in his own way—"You're my favorite!" or "I like having you around!"—but he’s never actually said that.

He tilts his head "Was that good? I was practicing in my head all day."

Your eyes soften "You practiced?"

"Yeah!" He laughs "I mean, I already knew I love you, but I wanted to say it today ‘cause, y’know, it’s our thing. Our anniversary thing!"

You shake your head fondly, grabbing his hat and plopping it onto your own head "You’re such an idiot."

Luffy pouts "Hey—"

Before he can complain, you cup his face and kiss him. He makes a surprised noise but quickly melts into it, smiling against your lips.

"Best anniversary ever" he mumbles.

You laugh "You say that now, but wait ‘til next year. You’ll have to top it."

Luffy grins "Easy! Next year, I’ll make a million rules!"

You sigh, shaking your head "What have I gotten myself into?"

Luffy just laughs, pulling you closer as the sun dips below the horizon. The crew groans in the background, but you don’t care. Because as chaotic and ridiculous as he is, Luffy’s way of loving you is perfect.

And that’s all you could ever ask for.

── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:

The sun hangs low over the Thousand Sunny, painting the sky in warm hues of orange and pink. The crew is scattered across the deck, each lost in their own evening routine, but your attention is on one person alone—Zoro.

The swordsman leans against the railing, arms crossed, eyes closed. To anyone else, it looks like he’s resting, but you know better. He’s thinking.

You step closer, hands behind your back “Oi, Zoro.”

His eye cracks open slightly before he turns his head toward you “Hm?”

You smile, rocking on your heels “Happy anniversary.”

For a second, he looks at you blankly, and your heart sinks a little. Did he forget?

Then, with a small smirk, he straightens up “Tch. You really think I’d forget?”

You cross your arms “Honestly? Yes.”

He scoffs “Give me some credit.”

Your curiosity piques “So… you actually planned something?”

Zoro rolls his shoulders, looking away for a brief moment before nodding “Something like that.”

You raise an eyebrow “Wait. Seriously?”

Before you can press further, he jerks his head toward the deck “C’mon.”

He leads you to a quieter part of the ship, where the sounds of the crew fade into the background. A small blanket is laid out on the deck, two cups and a bottle of sake sitting neatly in the center. The sea stretches endlessly before you, the breeze carrying the scent of salt and adventure.

You blink in surprise “Did… you do this?”

Zoro sits down, grabbing the bottle “Sanji might’ve helped. But don’t tell him I said that.”

You chuckle, sitting beside him “Didn’t take you for the romantic type.”

“I’m not.” He pours a bit of sake into your cup, then his own “But I figured… a year with you is worth drinking to.”

Your chest warms at his words. Zoro isn’t one for big, flashy gestures—but when he cares, he shows it in ways that truly matter.

You clink your cup against his “I’ll drink to that.”

As the two of you sip in comfortable silence, you glance at him “So, what was the first thing you thought when we got together?”

Zoro exhales, setting his cup down “That you’re stubborn.”

You laugh “Me?”

“Yeah.” He leans back on his elbows, looking at you “You wouldn’t back down, even when I tried pushing you away.”

You tilt your head “Did you want to push me away?”

Zoro’s gaze softens “…I didn’t want you to be a distraction, you know”

You stare at him, heart squeezing “And now?”

He lets out a slow breath “Now, I know you’re not.”

You smile “Good answer.”

After a few more drinks, the night fully settles in and Zoro turns to you, expression unreadable.

“…I have something for you.”

Your eyes widen, surprised “You got me a gift?”

He reaches into his haramaki and pulls out a small object. He places it in your hand—it’s a charm. It's like a small version of his earrings turned into a pendant and attached to a thin string.

Your breath catches “Zoro…?”

He rubs the back of his neck, looking away “It’s stupid, but… I had it made a while ago. For you.”

You run your fingers over the smooth surface, heart pounding sooooo hard “It’s not stupid. It’s perfect.”

Zoro smirks “You’re stuck with me.”

You laugh, tightening your grip on the pendant and leaving a kiss on his cheek.

── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:

The kitchen of the Thousand Sunny is filled with the warm, mouthwatering aroma of freshly cooked food. The scent of caramelized spices and grilled seafood lingers in the air, a sure sign that Sanji is in his element.

You lean against the doorway, watching him work his magic. He moves with effortless grace, flipping a pan, the flames from the stove reflecting in his blue eyes. He hums softly to himself, a tune you recognize as the one he whistles when he’s happy.

You smirk “Cooking me a feast, Chef?”

Sanji turns at the sound of your voice, and immediately, his expression melts “Ah, ma chérie, you’re early.”

You cross your arms, pouting “So I’m not supposed to be here?”

Sanji chuckles, wiping his hands on a towel before stepping closer “I wanted to surprise you...” He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear “But I suppose I don’t mind if you ruin the surprise—after all, you’re the guest of honor!”

Your heart flutters at his words. Sanji has always been charming, but there’s something different about the way he speaks to you, softer, more genuine, as if you’re the only person in the world.

You glance past him at the beautifully arranged table, complete with candles, fine plates, and a bouquet of flowers “You really went all out, huh?”

He grins, taking your hand and spinning you playfully “Only the best for my love.”

Sanji pulls out a chair for you, as the great gentleman he is “Sit and relax. Let me take care of everything.”

You obey, watching as he presents dish after dish, each one plated to perfection “Alright, Chef, walk me through the menu.”

Sanji gestures dramatically “For the appetizer, we have a delicate seafood bisque, infused with saffron and a touch of white wine. For the main course..." He lifts a silver lid, revealing your favorite dish "...a meal crafted specifically for my one and only.”

You gasp, touched “You remembered my favorite?”

Sanji scoffs as if offended “Do you take me for an amateur? Of course I remember.”

You laugh and take a bite, instantly melting at the burst of flavors “Oh my god. I think I just fell in love all over again.”

Sanji chuckles, resting his chin in his palm as he watches you “Then I must be doing it right.”

After finishing the meal and complimenting him so much that he nearly combusts with joy, Sanji disappears into the kitchen. When he returns, he’s holding a small plate with a single dessert on it, a beautifully crafted heart-shaped pastry.

“Happy anniversary, my love” he murmurs, setting it in front of you.

Your eyes soften “You made this just for me?”

Sanji kneels beside you, taking your hand in his “Everything I make is for you, mon amour. But this… this one is special.”

You pick up the dessert, admiring the delicate details. As you take a bite, your taste buds explode with sweetness and spice, just like him.

“It’s perfect” you whisper.

Sanji smiles, but there’s something more in his expression tonight—something deeper “I’m glad,” he murmurs “Because you are, too.”

Your breath catches as he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Sanji…”

He exhales, resting his forehead against yours “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done”

Your heart swells, and for once, he’s the one left breathless when you lean in and kiss him.

The chef who’s always served everyone finally gets a taste of something just for himself... a love that’s his to keep.

── .✦ Portgas D. Ace:

The Moby Dick is quiet tonight, the usual noise replaced by something softer (Ace had made sure of it).

You step onto the deck, your brows furrowing as you notice the absence of drunken laughter and boisterous yelling. Instead, a familiar warmth spreads through the air, not just from the ship’s lanterns, but from the flickering flames dancing lazily around a certain freckled man's fingertips.

He’s waiting for you.

“Hey, you’re finally here” Ace calls, grinning as he waves you over “Took you long enough.”

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms “You were the one who told me to wait in my room. What exactly are you up to?”

Ace scratches the back of his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips “Well… it’s our anniversary, right? So I wanted to do something special.”

Your heart skips a beat. He remembered.

You step closer, noticing that he’s set up a "date night" on the deck. There’s a blanket spread out beneath the stars, a small box of food beside it (probably stolen from the kitchen), and a few lanterns hanging. But the real highlight is Ace himself, his flames glow softly around him, casting warm hues against his skin.

“Ace…” You blink, touched “Did you do all this?”

He grins, patting the spot next to him “Well, I had some help from Thatch—mostly because I kept burning the food.”

You laugh as you sit beside him “That sounds about right”

Ace chuckles, handing you a small bowl of your favorite food “I figured I should at least try to do this properly.”

You take a bite, humming in approval “It’s actually pretty good.”

“Damn right it is! I didn’t burn this”

You shake your head, smiling “You’re impossible.”

Ace leans back on his hands, watching you with a lazy grin “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”

Your cheeks warm. He’s not wrong.

After finishing your meal, the two of you lay side by side on the blanket, staring up at the endless sky. The sea is calm, the ship gently rocking beneath you, and Ace's warmth seeps into your skin where his arm brushes yours.

He turns his head, watching you “Y’know… I never really thought I’d make it this far.”

You glance at him “What do you mean?”

Ace hesitates, then exhales “I used to think I wasn’t meant to have stuff like this. Someone who sticks around, someone who actually...” He pauses, then looks at you with a rare softness “...someone who loves me just for being me.”

Your heart aches at his words. You reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his “You deserve this, Ace. You deserve love, and happiness, and everything good in the world.”

Ace stares at you for a moment as he swallows hard.

Then, without a word, he pulls you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your shoulder. His body is warmer than usual but you don’t mind. You hold him just as tightly.

“…Thanks,” he mumbles “for staying.”

You pull back slightly, cupping his face “I’ll always stay.”

Ace lets out a shaky breath, then suddenly grins “Good. ‘Cause I don’t plan on letting you go either.”

Before you can respond, he kisses you, slow and deep.

As he stops you narrow your eyes at him “Alright, spill it. How did you get everyone to be this quiet?”

Ace blinks, then smirks “What, you think I can’t get them to behave when I want to?”

You cross your arms “No, I know you can’t.”

Ace laughs, rubbing his nose “Fine, fine. I might’ve… bribed them.”

You raise an eyebrow “With what?”

He looks away, mumbling under his breath.

“What was that?” You lean in.

“…I promised to do chore duty for a whole week.”

You gasp, eyes wide “You WHAT?”

Ace groans, throwing his head back “I know! But it was the only way! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get this crew to shut up for more than five minutes?”

You burst into laughter, clutching your sides “Oh, this is priceless. You, of all people, voluntarily doing chores?”

Ace grumbles “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I hope you appreciate the sacrifice I made for this romantic evening.”

You wipe a tear from your eye, still giggling “Oh, I definitely do. I'll make it worth for you, don't worry” you wink at him.

Ace huffs but smiles, pulling you back into his arms “It's already worth it”

You hum, resting your head against his chest.

── .✦ Trafalgar D. Law:

The Polar Tang hums quietly beneath your feet as you make your way toward Law’s quarters, your heart pounding just a little faster than usual. Today marks your first anniversary with him, and while you know Law isn’t the type for grand, sweeping gestures, a small part of you wonders if he even remembers.

You wouldn’t be upset if he forgot, he’s busy, after all. But still… a year together means something.

You take a deep breath and knock.

“Come in.”

Pushing open the door, you step inside and immediately stop in your tracks.

The usually cluttered room is different. His desk is cleared, save for a single candle flickering softly beside a small plate of food, your favorite. A delicate piece of folded paper rests next to it, and on the bed, a neatly wrapped package.

Law stands nearby, arms crossed, watching your reaction with an unreadable expression “Took you long enough” he mutters.

You blink at him, then at the setup “You… did this?”

“Tch. Who else?” He glances away, scratching the back of his neck “It’s not a big deal.”

Your heart swells at the effort. It is a big deal, because Law doesn’t do things like this unless they truly matter to him.

Smiling, you walk over to the table and pick up the folded paper “What’s this?”

He doesn’t answer, just watches as you carefully unfold it.

Your breath catches the moment you realize what it is.

It’s a hand-drawn sketch. Of you.

Your fingers tremble as you take in the intricate details, the way your hair falls around your face, the softness in your eyes, the careful shading that brings it to life. He’s captured you perfectly, every detail very precise. But what gets you the most is the expression he’s given you, serene, happy, loved.

“Law…” Your voice is barely above a whisper “You drew this?”

He shifts uncomfortably “Yeah.” His gaze flickers to the side “I… started it a while ago. Just never had a reason to finish it until now.”

Tears sting the back of your eyes, and you clutch the drawing to your chest, overwhelmed. You knew Law was skilled in many things, but this? This is beyond anything you could have expected.

He clears his throat “There’s more.”

You glance toward the package on the bed, wiping your eyes before carefully unwrapping it. Inside is a book... an old, well-kept copy of one you once mentioned loving but never found again.

You stare at it, stunned “How did you—?”

“You talk in your sleep sometimes.” He smirks, finally meeting your eyes “You kept mumbling about it a few months ago, so I figured I’d find it.”

You let out a small, watery laugh “You found this for me?”

Law shrugs, but there’s a flicker of pride in his expression “It’s not a big deal.”

You set the book and drawing aside before closing the distance between you, your hands resting on his chest “It is a big deal,” you murmur, looking up at him “Thank you, Law. Really.”

He exhales softly, his fingers ghosting over your waist before settling there, pulling you a little closer “Didn’t want you thinking I forgot” he mutters.

You smile, reaching up to cup his face “I wouldn’t have minded, you know. Just being with you is enough.”

His golden eyes search yours, something unspoken passing between you before he finally gives in. His lips find yours in a slow, deliberate kiss, one that speaks of everything he doesn’t say out loud.

He tastes like mint and tea, his hands firm yet gentle as they slide up your back, pressing you against him. The kiss deepens, his fingers threading through your hair as he tilts your head to deepen the connection. Your breath hitches when he nips at your bottom lip before soothing it with another lingering kiss.

When you finally part, your foreheads rest together, both of you breathing a little heavier.

“Happy anniversary” you whisper.

His smirk returns, softer this time “Yeah. Happy anniversary.”

You grin “Think we’ll make it another year?”

Law scoffs, tilting your chin up so he can steal another kiss “I know we will.”

And in that moment, with his arms around you and the warmth of his lips lingering on yours, you have no doubt he’s right.

[skelly-bean]

Love it when I need stuff visible and out in the open for me to remember it exists but then I forget it exists anyways because having something visible and out long enough makes it part of the background and invisible anyways

[wonderjanga]

Marvel and Wonder Woman

@actuel-idiot is a major reason I’m writing this! They gave me the idea so the credit goes to them.

Diana has a special relationship with Captain Marvel. They’re family. Technically. But they’re family! The man has no problem treating her like one of his own, and it’s not like Diana has any of her other family in man’s world so she’ll take what she can get. The only downside is that no one knows his actual identity, including Diana. Half the people in the JL don’t even believe he has one, but when Diana asked, he confirmed he did. She hoped that one day he would share his identity with her, but for the meantime, she’d just continue to enjoy their bond.

Like, for example, Diana talks to Marvel whenever she misses Themyscira. The very first time she started missing her home was about a few weeks after the JL formed. (Marvel’s a founding member in this post)

WW: “Captain, do you ever miss home?”

Marvel: “Hm? I guess so?” *confused*

WW: “You guess so? Do you not miss Olympus? I assume that’s where you grew up.”

Marvel: “Oh, no. I’ve never been to Olympus. If that’s what you mean by home. It isn’t.”

WW: “Then where is your home?”

Marvel: “Well, I haven’t had a home in a long time. So, I can’t particularly say. All I know is that I can’t go back, and as the years go by, I hate to say it but I barely remember it.” He only knows what his dad looks like due to his Marvel form, and he only remembers his mom due to Mary’s form. As for what they were like? A lot of the memories are fuzzy. “So, unfortunately… there isn’t really much to miss.”

WW: “Do you think I’ll forget about Themyscira?”

Marvel: “I don’t know. But that’s why it’s important to make a home wherever you go. That, and if you really don’t wanna forget, you can always try and find people who used to call your home theirs.” *shrugs*

WW: “I don’t believe there are any other Amazonians and man’s world.”

Marvel: “Well… not technically.” *little smile* “You know, a few thousand years ago I was an Amazonian at some point.”

WW: “What…?”

Marvel: “Shocking. I know.” *little laugh*

WW: “But you’re a man?” *dumbfounded expression*

Marvel: “Yeah, I know, but I wasn’t always. If you want, I could tell you some stuff about the first island.”

WW: “The first Themyscira? You were alive back then?”

Marvel: “Yup.”

WW: *stares for a bit* “I’d… I’d like that a lot. Please share.”

The two spend the rest of the evening talking about all the lore about Themyscira, Diana’s mother, Diana’s aunts, the culture back then, the dialects, and so on.

Then, there was the incident with Circe. She had cast a spell on Diana, turning her into a child. After it had happened, she left and soon a mini Diana was swarmed by the leaguers.

Marvel: “Wait, so she still knows who we all are, she’s just a little kid?”

Batman: *nods head* “Correct.”

WW: *looking around as the other leaguers fawn over her cause she’s adorable*

Batman: “It also altered her mindset, making her more childish.”

WW: *spots Marvel and her eyes sparkle* “Big brother!” *runs over to Marvel and crashes into his legs hugging them*

Marvel: “Woah!” *slightly startled at her running over* “Wow, Diana, you’re still so strong.” *takes on the tone he uses to talk to Darla (aka big brother/father tone) as he leans down to pick her up*

WW: *nods head* “Yeah!”

Marvel: *moves to carry her like she’s his own daughter*

The two proceed to talk about whatever as the other JL members coo at the two looking like father and daughter. Same black hair and blue eyes. Also, Zeus was gnawing at the bars of his metaphorical cage when he saw this. His daughter was too precious. As soon as the other leaguers blinked, he took little Diana and they proceeded to go fight Mr.Mind together. They then went for ice cream afterwords. Now, they’re eating their respective cones while sitting on the edge of a building.

Marvel: “You did such a good job, Diana. That one punch at that one robot that sent it flying into three other ones was amazing.” *smiles and ruffles Diana’s hair*

WW: *giggles and licks ice cream* “Thanks, dad.”

Marvel: *pauses mid bite of ice cream* (Yes, I’m making Billy bite his ice cream)

WW: *doesn’t even realize she said that*

Zeus: “You… YOU STOLE MY DAUGHTER?!” *thunderclouds in the distance*

Billy proceeded to have to make many offerings to Zeus to make him calm down after the incident. For a week straight, he kept getting little shocks whenever he touched stuff.

[agentlizardofowca]

"Bubbles"

May I get a drabble about Perry having to kiss Heinz to either protect his identity or just keep Heinz quiet?

Thanks for reading! Feel free to delete for whatever reason ♡

Hiiiii, Thanks for the nice asks and thank you for your patience. That time Perry and Doofenshmirtz bumped into Major Monogram and Carl in the supermarket was bad enough. Now, imagine Perry’s frustration when Heinz dragged him along to the supermarket again, this time to buy nougat and toothpaste. He was just minding his own business, trying to convince Heinz to buy a nicer shampoo than the cheapest one, and reading the ingredients on a bottle when a very familiar voice rang out behind him.

“Perry?” 

It was Linda.

Perry turned, lightning-quick, and came face to face with Linda and Candace, who were looking at him in surprise. 

“Hi.” She continued, eyeing him up and down in his work outfit. “My, don’t you look professional today.” 

He barely had enough time to do a nervous little wave before Heinz caught on to the conversation behind him, and he turned.

“Perry? Do you know these people?” Heinz asked, and Perry turned to him vaguely aware that he was PANICKING. NOT GOOD. HEINZ AND FAMILY. BAD. VERY BAD.

“Hello?” Linda said politely. “Do you know Perry?” 

Candace hadn’t seemed interested in the situation initially, but her uncle didn’t seem to know anybody. Him being in the supermarket with a stranger was perhaps the most exciting thing Perry had ever done in his miserable and boring life.

“Do I know Perry?” Heinz repeated thoughtfully, unaware that his nemesis had stopped breathing. “Yeah, of course I do.”

“Oh, well. Nice to meet you,” Linda said, extending one hand for Heinz to shake. “Although.” She looked at Heinz curiously. “Have we met before?”

Heinz accepted the gesture and shook Linda’s hand. “I have to be super honest with you. I am horrible with faces.” He explained. “I even forget Perry’s face sometimes. Only very rarely! But it has happened once or twice.

Despite his shock, Perry couldn’t help but crack a little smile. One of twice, his secretive ass.

“And how do you know Perry?” Linda asked conversationally, but she and her daughter both had matching curious expressions.

“Oh, you know,” Heinz explained happily, not aware that was was about to ruin Perry’s life forever. “Perry the Platypus is my secret-” Agent. The next word was going to be agent, Perry realized. He had to do something and he had to do something NOW! There was no time for a plan, he had to act. So, Perry prepared himself and followed his instincts.

Perry jolted as he suddenly sprang to action as if he had been shocked by a bolt of lightning. With both hands, he grabbed Heinz’s face, pulled him down to his level and firmly and confidently smushed their mouths together right there in the middle of the super food stuff mart.

In a sudden wave of clarity, Perry remembered that sometimes INSTINCT. BAD. Like right now. There he was, mouth to mouth with his nemesis with no further plan. He could release Heinz, but then there would be many, many questions from Candace, Linda AND HEINZ.

So, since his instinct got him into this mess, his instinct could get him out.

Still kissing, Perry dragged Heinz around the corner to the next aisle, leaving Candace and Linda right there. 

Stupified, they watched him go.

Over in the deodorant aisle, Perry released Heinz’s lips with a smack and placed him upright as Heinz stammered and stumbled, too confused by everything to speak coherently.

“I- eeh? Oh? Uh! aa.” He exclaimed.

Perry took Heinz by his slanted shoulders and shook him lightly.

“This is the weirdest dream I’ve had since that time I dreamt a tiny alien force-fed me watermelons. No. Wait. This is still stranger. Perry the platypus what was that about?!”

At least Heinz seemed to be coming back to his senses. Perry, unsure of how to explain, dug through his pockets and pulled out a pamphlet with the title “So you’ve found out your uncle is a secret agent. What now?” and pushed it into Heinz’s hand. 「Read that.」And off he went, back to the toothpaste aisle.

Linda and Candace were exactly where he had left them. Their mouths were still vaguely open in shock.

Perry smiled as innocently as he could as he jogged up to them. 「Whoopie」 He gestured at them.

Linda stared at his hands and blinked. “Whoopsie?” she repeated.

“What did you just do?!” Candace shouted. “And with him!” she gestured at the end of the aisle, where he had dragged Doof off to.

「Couldn’t help myself.」 Perry replied hysterically. 「What a stud, right?」

“... Right,” Linda replied, confused but supportive.

“NO!” Candace replied, because she was 15, always honest, and convinced something was wrong with Perry.

「Got to go!」Before he left, he grabbed a tube of toothpaste, and then he ran. Luckily for him, they didn’t even try to follow him.

Heinz was still busy reading the pamphlet when Perry returned and snatched it back. He presented him with the toothpaste, forced him into the next aisle, and refused to explain anything.

By the time he returned home to the Flynn-Fletcher residency, Perry was exhausted. But when he stepped into the kitchen he came face to face with Lawrence and Linda, who seemed to have been waiting for him.

“Oh, there you are Perry,” Linda said, and she turned to him. “Me and Lawrence are a bit worried about you.”

[thehauntedetheral]

Yan Sugar Daddy

Requests are open!

• You were a broke college student even after doing part time job. You wanted to earn more money so asked your friends for suggestions.

• One friend of yours suggested to get a sugar daddy from website. You were a bit scared as you have no idea and experience about this but after much convincing from your friend you made an account on the app.

• After scrolling a bit you thought It's very unlikely for any sugar daddy to show interest in you when the website was filled with drop dead gorgeous sugar babies available. You felt insecure and deleted the app forgetting to delete your account.

• You continued your college and part time job. Forgotten about your account still being active.

• While Yan Sugar Daddy scrolled through the app and your account caught his attention especially your photo. He thought you were beautiful and so simple. He sent you many messages on app but no reply. He would check the app many times a day in hope of seeing your reply. After many days passed and nothing from you he decided it's time to finally meet you in person.

• He got details about you through his mens. Your address, your college schedule, your part time job location, your birth place, your date of birth, your zodiac sign, your favourite ice cream flavour everything. This man made sure his team didn't leave anything.

• And hence here he is waiting for you at your college campus radiating money, power and glory through his work suit, and handsome face. Hell even the watch he is wearing is of the cost of your years of salary you thought.

•"Ms y/n?" He approached you while you were just stood like a statue there mouth open. How come this man is here you thought. You remember seeing his profile in a blur on app before deleting.

"Close your mouth, love. Or people might think I said something offensive to you" he said chuckling looking at your expression.

Seeing your uncomfortable expressions he offered to talk to you over a lunch in a nearby restaurant rather than in your college campus. You accepted it not wanting to create any gossip at college.

You both wear sitting in a fine dining one of the most expensive restaurant in city whose reservations are hard to get even for some elites. By saying a near by restaurant you thought about some local restaurant near your college campus not this. But nevermind it's his money not yours. His money his choice you thought.

• He explained how he wants to be your sugar daddy. When you didn't reply his next sentence was "I can double the weekly allowance if you want". But you still didn't accepted it. You told him how the account and everything was a mistake and that he should find some one else you explained and left. You were scared about this whole relationship even though you needed money.

• You left the place but not his mind. He would send you expensive flowers with notes, perfumes, wines of old collection to your address in hope of you accepting. He never got a no as answer. And he will make sure to convert your no to yes. no matter what it takes.

• What in the fifty shades of grey Christan grey the fuck is happening? You thought while continuously getting gifts from him.

• He even paid your college fees in advance for upcoming years.

• By all the constant stuff he was doing you finally said yes and signed a contract with him.

• You entered his world.

• Yan is definitely dominant and rough in sheets.

• Would tie you up, blindfolded you,pull your hair, overstimulate you until you are a begging, crying mess.

• Is kinky. Would put a vibrator in your cunt and control the speed via remote kept in his pocket while you both are dining outside. Enjoying seeing you trying to control your moans.

• Is very protective of you. Someone tried to flirt with you? Would definitely make his security team beat him up till they are unconscious.

• You liked him while this man was crazy in love with you.

• Would spoil you with gifts, jewellery, dresses, perfumes, flowers, dates, vacations, handbags, shoes anything you want. Hell even his black card is with you most of the time because he says so.

• Kisses you any chance he gets.

• Makes you move into his penthouse so that he could spend more time with you.

• Carriers you in his arms whenever you are drunk afraid that you will fall with your high heels.

• Helps in wearing your heels.

• Is a gentleman in public and an freak in sheets.

• You looked at something for too long during shopping next day it's getting delivered to you. ( This man is god level rich and doesn't even think about the cost when it comes to you)

• You always wanted to go to paris? Well let's go darling his private jet is ready.

• This man is utterly whipped for you. Would do anything for you.

• You came into this arrangement to pay off your college and since your graduation is near and so is the contract expiry.

• You decided to part ways after graduation and contract expiration. When you tell him about your decision. He is absolutely devasted. Did he not love you enough? You are his everything. How could you even think about leaving him??

• This man has hired a professional proposal planner to propose you to be his wife and you are thinking about parting ways? Good joke baby. Good joke. But this is not gonna happen. The only way you are leaving this contract is with your last name changed to his and your finger bearing his engagement ring.

• And even if you rejected the proposal despite all of it he can trap you with him by his baby he thought with an evil smirk.

Requests are open!

For more yandere reading:

[enwoso]

how could i? | alessia russo

masterlist | what a treat two in the past day for you all!

as alessia groggily blinked awake, stretching out in the now empty bed. the warm space beside her already cold menacing you had been up for a while.

which was weird. normally, birthday or not, you’d wake her up with soft kisses, breakfast in bed, or at the very least whispering sweet nothing in her ear.

but today? silence.

as she turned over reaching over for her phone as it sat on the nightstand, tapping the screen but it was blank. nothing.

no ‘happy birthday baby!’

no heart emoji.

not even a gif.

as she climbed out of bed and padded into the kitchen, you sat at the breakfast counter, scrolling mindlessly through your phone with your usual cup of tea. you already dressed for training, your hair a little damp as it fell into loose waves over your hoodie.

at the sound of footsteps, you glanced up with a soft, easy smile. “morning, less” you said glancing up as the blonde walked straight past to get her coffee mug. she waited, but nothing. no mention of the fact that today was alessia’s day.

“morning,” alessia muttered, moving to the fridge as she grabbed the milk a little more aggressively than necessary as she practically slammed it onto the counter.

you turned, blinked at her, “wow, has that milk offended you or something?”

alessia just ignored you, continue to make her usual morning coffee the way you usual did. but she could still feel your face on her, the amused tilt of your head and the way you were clearly studying her.

but then without warning, you appeared behind het, your hands slipping around her waist as you rested your chin on her shoulder. you melting into her warmth.

“why’s my girl so grumpy this morning?” you whispered, pressing a slow kiss to alessia’s jaw. a sharp exhale coming from alessia. your lips were warm, soft - too distracting.

“‘m not.” she mumbled, focusing hard on her coffee and not where your lips were.

“you so are.” your hands tightened on her waist, holding the blonde that little bit closer. “you’re all grumpy and pouty and slamming stuff around..” you said as you planted another kiss but this time it was just below her ear. “very sexy of you, by the way.”

alessia tried so hard not just to melt into you, give in and just forget about the fact you’d seemingly forgotten the date. “i’m fine.”

you chuckled, resting your chin back into alessia’s shoulder as you hummed, “if you say so” as you moved your face to nuzzle into her neck, your warm breath lingering on her skin. “you wanna talk about it?”

no cause if she did, she’d have to admit that she was feeling stupidly upset that her own girlfriend has seemingly forgotten her birthday.

“i said, i’m fine.” alessia mumbled moving to sit where you’d previously been as she took a sip of her coffee.

you hummed, you knew why she was in a huff but it was all for a good cause as much as it did hurt to see your girl so stroppy.

“alright” you shrugged and with that you pressed one last kiss to the side of her neck, then stepping away like nothing had happened as you mumbled off that you were going to call you mum as you waited for her to get ready for training.

alessia clenched her jaw. fabulous. now she was in an even worse mood.

—

by the time the two of you had arrived at training, alessia was fully sulking. the blonde dragging her feet as you hurried off into training, knowing if you spent to long with the stroppy blonde you’d end up ruining what you had in store.

as you drove, alessia had spent the entire drive psyching herself up as she tried to convince herself that it was fine that her own girlfriend had forgotten her birthday.

maybe you’d been busy. maybe you would remember later.

or maybe, a scowl growing deeper on the blonde face as she shoved her kit bag into her locker, maybe you really did just forget.

beth was the first one to greet her, “happy birthday, less!” she said with her usual bright smile, clapping a hand on alessia’s shoulder.

alessia barely even bothered to look up, “at least someone remembered.”

beth’s eyebrows shot up, taken back by the blondes snappiness, “okay, ouch.”

lia and katie, who’d been standing nearby both glanced up and exchanged a quick look to one another before going suspiciously quiet.

beth, however, was already sitting beside alessia nudged her slightly with her knee, “right what’s got you in such a strop and on your birthday.”

alessia just huffed kicking her trainers off with more force than was necessary as she moved to put her boots on, “y/n forgot my birthday.”

beth blinked, “did she?”

“yep” alessia slammed her locker shut as she popped the p in the word before turning to face beth, “she hasn’t said a word. nothing over text. just morning, less as if today is just another day.”

beth pressed her lips together as if she was fighting back a smirk as if she knew something alessia didn’t. because of course, she knew. she knew about the entire surprise that you had planned.

“maybe she’s just waiting for the right moment” beth suggested, trying her best to just play it off and change the subject, but it wasn’t really working considering the thunder look on alessia’s face.

alessia scoffed, “sure, cause saying happy brithday requires perfect timing!”

beth made a noncommittal noise as she leaned back against the bench, “i dunno less, she might surprise you.”

alessia shot her a glare, unimpressed by the words of wisdom given by beth, “i doubt it now.”

lia covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing and katie turned away completely, pretending to tie her laces even though they were already double knotted.

beth, barely holding it together, patted alessia’s knee in a comforting way, “time will tell.”

alessia groaned as she buried her face into her hands. “this is the officially the worst birthday ever.”

beth bit her lip to stop herself from laughing and giving away the whole surprise, only one thing in head. ‘oh, just wait less.’

—

by the time training ended, alessia was over it. you’d left training early your excuse being you had a doctors appointment as alessia still had a face like thunder and nothing anything said could be done to put a smile on her face.

alessia showered, got dressed and checked her phone for the hundredth time — still nothing.

with a sigh, she shoved her phone into pocket in her joggers and grabbed her keys throwing her backpack onto her shoulder.

but then just as she was about to leave , her phone buzzed in her pocket.

you❤️ | *address name*

you❤️ | come to this address i’ve sent you. wear something nice x

alessia frowned pausing mid step in the middle of the training centre. clicking on the location on her phone. she expected it to be a restaurant or maybe their apartment. but it wasn’t somewhere completely unfamiliar.

her heart skipped. no explanation. no hints. just come to this address.

for second, she debated ignoring it. maybe she should be the one to make you wait like you had done with her all day.

but despite herself, curiosity won and got the better of her. so with one last glance at the cryptic text she reacted to the chat as she sighed, placing her phone back in her pocket and setting off.

—

when alessia got to the address, not before checking the address she type was right as the venue was dim, the windows tinted meaning she couldn’t see into the restaurant.

the blonde hesitated as her hand rested on the door handle. what the heck was on the other side of the door?pushing the door open, she stepped inside as the lights burst on.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LESS!!”

alessia’s heart nearly gave out. her entire family was there. her teammates both club and international, childhood friend and every single person who meant something to her and right at the front, with the biggest grin stood you.

alessia clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes darting over the decorations, the banner, the giant cake with her name written on it in big pink bold icing.

“you-” she turned towards you, completely in awe. “you didn’t forget?”

you scoffed, stepping closer as your hands rested on her waist. “of course i didn’t forget silly!”

a breathless laugh left alessia’s lips, “i was so mad at you.”

you chuckled as a smirk appeared on your lips, “oh i know, beth told me all about your little tantrum.”

alessia shot a glare towards beth, who just grinned playfully. “told you she’d surprise you!”

alessia just her eyes but she couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on her lips as she turned back to you and pulled you in by your hips as she pressed your forehead to hers.

“i love you.” she murmured.

you grinned, bringing a hand up to her cheek, “i know, now kiss me before beth starts making fun of us.”

alessia just let out a giggle as she did just that.

—

the night was perfect. at some point when everything was starting to die down a little, people were socialising in there own little ways as you were sat on alessia’s lap. your arms lazily draped around her neck as you traced random patterns on her shoulder.

“you really thought i forgot?” you mumbled, brushing the side of face so it was next to alessia’s, her moving a strand of hair out from your face.

alessia sighed dramatically, “well what was i supposed to think? you woke up as if it was a normal day.”

you chuckled, tilting your head as you continued to draw small little patterns on her shoulder which every so often made little goosebumps. “poor baby. must’ve been so hard for you.”

“you’re so annoying.”

you smirked as you moved to press a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth, “but you still love me”

alessia just hummed as she fidgeted with the hem of your shirt every other time moving so her hand slipped up your top, “unfortunately”

you gasped in most offense, pinching her shoulder, “take that back!”

alessia giggled, shaking her head. “make me.”

and of course you did exactly that - capturing her lips in a kiss so soft, so gentle that the rest of the party melted away as if you two were the only ones there.

you cupped alessia’s face, rubbing your thumbs over her cheekbones like you were trying to memorise every inch of her - as if you didn’t already. alessia melting into you, her hands curling around your waist, pulling you even closer as if she couldn’t ever get enough.

your foreheads staying pressed together afterward whispering things which were only meant for each other.

“i love you.” you mumbled against her lips, quieter this time. just for her to hear. alessia’s fingers curled into the fabric of your dress, her heart feeling too full for words.

but before alessia could respond, kyra groaned from across the room, “okay, we get it- you’re gonna get married one day. no need to rub it in our faces?”

laughter erupted around you, a few of the girls giggling on but you just turned to alessia with a knowing smirk.

“not a bad idea, actually” alessia flushed as she bit her lip, a big grin appearing on your face.

maybe, just maybe… it wasn’t.

[pitviperofdoom]

High School Time Travelers, Part 2

It's finally here! Follow up to this story.

***

“So. Spill. What the fuck is going on with you and Angelique?”

Raph fidgeted uncomfortably, and something within Erin roared out in protest at that. They were in her room, surrounded by her clutter and band posters and the stuff he kept at her house to keep his mom from throwing it away. He wasn’t supposed to be uncomfortable here.

Eventually, he took a deep breath. “I time-traveled last night.”

“I’m serious—”

“So am I,” he said wearily. “I woke up in a house I haven’t set foot in for years, across the hall from someone I promised myself I’d never talk to again. It happened, and if you’re stuck on that part then this conversation can’t continue.”

Erin got up and paced her room, kicking aside her backpack, nearly knocking over the guitar stand in the corner. “What the fuck.”

“That’s what I said.”

“What the fuck, Raph.”

“I didn’t mean to!”

The absurdity hit her instantly—he didn’t mean to time travel, as if they were talking about him forgetting his homework or getting in Monica Dillon’s way during passing period. She wanted to laugh.

But then she remembered some of the weird things Angelique had said—about friendships imploding, about college, about shit not mattering in high school, all with the easy certainty of experience.

“Prove it,” she said. “Can you do that thing where you predict what I’m about to say?”

“I’m not stuck in a time loop, dumbass, yesterday I was thirty-three!” Raph snapped. “I had to go through math class trying to pretend I still remembered my teacher’s name!”

“Okay, okay, Jesus.” Erin held up her hands placatingly. “There’s gotta be something.”

Raph sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I dunno. Anything meaningful and unchangeable I can remember won’t happen for a while, so if you’re willing to wait for the Trump presidency or the global pandemic, there’s that.”

“The what.”

“Wait, who’s president right now? It’s still Bush, right?”

Erin pulled a face.

“Next one’s Barack Obama, he’s gonna do two terms,” Raph informed her. “First black president.”

“Oh, huh. Cool,” Erin said faintly.

“Let’s see, what else, um… Balloon Boy? Has Balloon Boy happened yet?”

“No, what the fuck is Balloon Boy?”

Raph brightened. “Yeah, so at some point this family is gonna release like, a homemade weather balloon? Or something? And there’s gonna be this huge panic because they think their son is stuck inside it, but then it turns out he was fine and hiding in the basement the whole time and it was a hoax.”

“Okay, I’ll keep an eye out for that I guess?” Erin sat down again. “You’re seriously not fucking with me right now?”

“I mean, if you want, we could forget this conversation ever happened,” Raph offered. “Continue with our normal lives, while I keep under-reacting to devastating world events.”

“Christ, I don’t know.” Erin pressed her palms into her eyes. After a moment, she lifted her head again. “Wait a minute, we’re getting off track. What does this have to do with Angelique?”

Raph’s silence could not have been louder.

“Raph,” Erin said, a little desperately.

“First you have to promise you won’t be mad,” said Raph.

“Did you sleep with her in the—” Erin paused to do some arithmetic in her head. “—eighteen years between then and now?!”

“She’s my wife,” Raph blurted out.

Moments later, Erin’s mother knocked politely on the bedroom door. “Everything okay in there?” she asked. “That’s an awful lot of screaming for a Tuesday night.”

Erin continued howling into her pillow. “She’s fine, Mrs. Yokota!” Raph called. “We’re looking at—uh—creepypastas!”

“Creepy what?”

“Uh—crap, are they still called that?—like, ghost stories and stuff!”

Placated, she left them to it. Eventually Erin recovered enough to lie back and stare listlessly at the ceiling.

“Dude.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“What the fuck is your life?” Erin demanded. “How did that even happen?”

“We ran into each other at—so my friend Hazel got roped into being in their college roommate’s bridal party and dragged me along for moral support, and Angelique was in the same friend group but with like six degrees of separation from us,” Raph explained. “It took half the reception for her to recognize me because at that point I’d been on T for a few years, but the second she realized we went to the same high school she turned fishbelly-white, pulled me aside, and apologized for how much of a bitch she was back then. It was really awkward.”

Back then, he called it, even though for Erin it was still right now. “And you married her?”

“Like eight years later, yeah.” Raph ran his hand through his hair, not quite hiding the small smile that stole over his face. “She really turned over a new leaf.”

Erin was silent for a while, mulling over this new information, combining it with what she already had from that afternoon.

“Is your name still Raphael?” she asked. “She sounded really surprised about it. And I know you said you were just taking the name on a trial run, but you really seemed to like it. Not that there’s—you know,” she added. “I know that—just because I picked it, I knew you might not… you know. It’s fine, I was just wondering. If I should call you something else.”

“I did—I do like it,” Raph assured her. “But, uh, some stuff happened. My dad found me.”

Erin’s eyebrows shot upward. “Wait, really? What’d he have to say for himself?”

“That Mom ghosted him when she got pregnant because her side guy had more money.”

“Dude, fuck your mom.”

“Don’t fuck my mom, she’ll ghost you for money, weren’t you listening?”

Erin burst out snickering. “Fuck, sorry, this isn’t funny.”

“It will be in eighteen years,” Raph said with a wry smile. “Hindsight. Anyway, he found me in—he’s gonna find me in two years unless I reach out first. He’s a good guy. My stepmom’s pretty cool, too. And I have sisters? So that’s awesome. And yeah, he had this friend who passed away when he was younger, and he always wanted to name his son after him, but then Mom disappeared and he only ended up having daughters, so when he found me, it kind of worked out.” He hesitated. “I’m Damian. Damian Raphael Harker.”

“That’s such a cool name,” Erin sighed.

Raph—Damian—tilted his head back to grin at her. “Yours is cool, too.”

“Shut up,” she said fondly.

“No, seriously,” he said emphatically. “Your name is unspeakably cool.”

There was something odd in his tone, sticking up and catching like a loose nail. It bothered her, the same way something Angelique said earlier had bothered her.

“Hey, Ra—Damian?” Erin said cautiously. “Earlier, when Angelique sat down with us, she didn’t recognize me.”

“She does, don’t worry.”

“No, she didn’t,” Erin pressed. “It took her a second to realize who I was, and she stopped herself from saying why.”

Suddenly Damian looked deeply uncomfortable. “I, uh.”

She took a deep breath. “Was I dead in your time?”

“Wh-no! No no no no, of course not!” Damian looked horrified. “We played Pathfinder like last week, you’re not dead.”

“What’s Path—no, never mind. Something’s clearly up. If we just played whatever-that-is last week, and Angelique is your wife, then why didn’t she know who I was?”

“Uh…” Damian’s hands had worked their way deep into his sleeves. “You look different, that’s all. You kind of reinvented yourself in college.”

“Oh,” Erin said, momentarily relieved. Then— “Wait.”

“What?’

“Damian. You’d—” She hesitated. “If I was a guy, you’d tell me, right?’

“Oh my God,” Damian mumbled into his be-sweatered hands.

“Damian.”

“You’re... not...”

“You’d tell me, right?”

“See, I don’t know if I would!” Damian answered, in a strained high-pitched tone. “That’s—look. If you were a guy, that’s something you’d have to work out for yourself!”

“Damian, I swear to God.”

“I can’t crack your egg for you, that’s like violating the Prime Directive!”

Erin seized a pillow and started to buffet him with it. “You are such a nerd!”

“It’s your personal journey, you can’t use me to cheat!” Damian cackled, fending her off with a plush horse.

***

“Yeah I’ll get the banana split.” Angie bounced on the balls of her feet, eyes raking over the array of toppings. “Can you put caramel and chocolate sauce on it? And Heath bar pieces, chopped strawberries, and M&Ms.”

“Yeah, sure thing.”

It took all of her self-control not to press her nose against the glass as she watched them make it. Some small part of her balked at the sight of three huge scoops of ice cream and all the toppings, but she quieted it. She had a second shot at being a teenager, and that meant never taking her garbage disposal stomach and body made of rubber bands for granted ever again.

She hummed absently to herself, only to pause halfway through the tune. How did it go again? She tried repeating the first half, only to get stuck at the same spot. Oh, this was going to bug the crap out of her. It wasn’t like she could look it up, not when the song wouldn’t come out for almost ten years—

Her phone vibrated in her purse, and she checked it absentmindedly, zeroing in for a moment on the DAD displayed on the screen. After a moment, she put it back without answering. If it was that important, he could text.

Sure enough, her phone gave a short buzz. New text message—he hadn’t even bothered to leave a voicemail.

DAD I need you to talk to your brother.

Angie checked her banana split’s progress with a glance, and replied.

lol why

DAD He’s not listening to me. We both know the courts favor the mother so if we’re going to beat her I need both of you on your A game.

Angie ground her teeth until her jaw creaked.

what do you need me to do

DAD Just coach him on how to talk about her. You’re a smart lady, I know you can do it. He’s always getting scuffed up at practice, just have him say the bruises came from her. Throw in a drinking problem if you have to, just keep your stories straight.

why father dearest i’m surprised at you you want me to lie under oath?

DAD Just talk to him, will you? Keep your stories straight, don’t get too outlandish, and we’ll get out of this with everything we want. You’ll never have to hear the word no again, I promise.

ok daddy ill do my best!

DAD Good girl. You’re the smartest girl I know. Smarter than your mom, smarter than her bitch lawyer. Love you!

“Order up!”

Angie brought her banana split to the table with the clearest view of the door. It took her a moment to decide how to begin, then nearly a full minute balancing equal parts ice cream, banana, and toppings in a single spoonful. She managed it in the end.

Mood lifted, she unlocked her phone again and made a call. “Heeeey, Anika.”

“Need I remind you that phone calls are billable,” her mother’s lawyer said dryly.

“Yeah, I’ll be quick, I have some incriminating text messages I think you’ll be interested in?”

The sound of rustling papers paused. “Go on…?”

“Dad just told me to lie to the judge,” Angie explained, twirling a thin ribbon of caramel around her spoon. “And to coach Eric to lie to the judge. I took screenshots.”

Anika cursed softly under her breath. “Thank you for telling me. Send them to your mom, okay? Thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

The bell above the ice cream parlor door jingled, and Angie perked up as both Damian (Raph?) and Erin walked in. She waved them over, grinning when both pairs of eyes widened at her treat.

“That thing’s half the size of your head,” Erin pointed out.

“Sure is, you guys came just in time.” Angie nudged it across the table, along with the two extra spoons. “If we split it, I’ll have enough room for a milkshake chaser.”

“You’re a monster,” Damian said delightedly. “Oh shit, are those Heath bars?” He dug in without waiting for an answer.

“They’re peanut butter cups,” she said solemnly, once he’d taken a bite and could probably tell they weren’t. “I added them just to hurt you.” Damian rolled his eyes and dug his spoon back in.

Erin stared at her, probably still baffled by the gentle banter, but at least she looked more curious than infuriated, like instead of being suspicious she simply didn’t know what to make of Angie.

“So, you guys talked?” Angie asked carefully. “Are we… all good?”

“I think so,” Damian replied, shooting a cautious glance at Erin.

“You’re on thin ice,” Erin informed her as she helped herself to the chocolate scoop.

“Fair.” Angie didn’t remember Erin putting up quite as much of a fight, but then, it had been years when they’d reconnected before. This time around, it was still fresh.

“The ice cream helps,” Erin added, slightly muffled by the spoon in her mouth.

“Noted.” Angie paused, weighed her options, and shrugged. No harm no foul, probably. “Hey, you’re a musician, right?”

Erin swallowed. “Yeah, why?”

“And not just a performer, but you write music too, right?”

“Yeeaaah?” Erin squinted suspiciously. Beside her, Damian shot Angie a warning glare.

“If I give you half a tune, could you resolve it?”

Erin was staring at her like she’d grown a second head. “Probably.”

“Great!” Angie hummed the earworm from earlier. “How would the next part go?”

Erin repeated it to herself, nodding along. After a moment, she said, “Probably like—”

And sure enough, there it was. The rest of the chorus’s tune came rushing back to Angie’s memory, and she breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Thanks! That was driving me nuts.” Angie returned to her banana split, ignoring Damian’s growing scowl.

Later, when Erin was in the bathroom and  Angelique was standing in line to order her promised milkshake, Damian dug his elbow into her side. “You’re not as slick as you think you are,” he muttered.

“What?” Angie said innocently. “I didn’t give anything away.”

“You just taught her half the chorus of a song she’s eight years away from writing!”

“I’ve planted a seed,” Angie insisted. “I’ve created a stable time loop.”

“That is not what you did and you know it.” Damian pursed his lips, clearly trying to stay annoyed with her. “I barely avoided spoiling her transition, and that’s after she asked me to my face.”

Angie grinned. “So you haven’t told her she’s a genderfluid punk rocker yet?”

“No. Because she’s not a genderfluid punk rocker yet.”

“And now, when she becomes one,” Angie said with a smile, “she’s going to look back on this day and laugh.”

[venusinthesun]

going to sleep with the twins and waking up to belphie licking at you cunt, whilst beel records it so they can have something whenever they miss you.

can you tell i dont know how to write stuffs 💔

Fem! Belphie and beel x afab! Reader

Cw: noncon, somnophilia, recording, cunnilingus, restraining, praise, beel is ooc, badly written

Wet dreams were always something you enjoyed. It’s nice when it happens, a little more pleasurable and interesting than the normal dreams you get at night, something to spice up your nighttime. Usually you end up forgetting them, but you don’t really need to remember to know this one is definitely more intense than usual.

You don’t think youve ever heard voices before, to start. Soft cooing and gentle praise from some unknown but comforting voice is a nice change of pace. You also don’t think you’ve ever felt so…slick? During a dream before. You’re not sure if that’s the right word, but it’s a bit hard to think right now.

And you’re definitely sure you’ve never felt somebody adjust you. Soft hands spreading your thighs just a bit wider for whoever was below-

If it wasn’t for Beel anticipating your wake-up, you probably would have bolted straight of out your bed.

“Hey,hey it’s okay human! You’re fine right now..” Beel holds you down gently, big hands keeping your shoulders on the bed despite the effort you use to push back. Your eyesight is still blurry, but it doesn’t take a genius to realize she’s holding a little camera in her hands, pointed at your face with a little red light blinking. It also doesn’t take much to glance down to see the face of belphie between your legs, eating away at your cunt. 

“What—what the hell?! What is going on?”

“Well we know you’re going away for a bit, so we wanted something to remember you with…”

You’re not sure if horrified is enough to describe your feelings right now. Any attempt at responding is cut off by your own moan as Belphie makes sure to hit a certain spot inside you, her grip tightening around your thighs.

“Belphie doesn’t wanna come up to talk to you, she’s waited a while to get to taste you.” Beel’s gaze is locked into yours as she talks, but you can see her eyes slowly wander down your bare body. “I spent a long time with you, but Belphie was nice enough to let go for extra…that’s why you should be a good human and let her have some fun too.”

It’s getting embarrassing at this point, the amount of small whimpers and moans escaping your lips as Belphie continues to bury herself between your legs. Beel turns the camera from your face to Belphie, and you’re not sure if you should be grateful or not it’s not trained on your face anymore.

The camera not being on your face doesn’t stop Beel’s eyes from catching yours, looking at you fondly as her twin eats you out below.

“You’ll be a good human right? We’re gonna miss you so much while you’re gone, and I want to taste you again after Belphie’s done.”

[vigilskeep]

i suppose dai also did this for elves by suddenly making everything that ever happened to them about their evanuris ocs instead and then never talking about alienages again but i continue to be bewildered every time i’m reminded about the titans. i love the dwarves they’re one of my favourite aspects of thedas and it just throws me to remember that everything about them and about lyrium and even about the blight is supposed to be about the titans now... and my not having played one inquisition dlc means i totally missed out on that entire thing 😭 because veilguard literally does not explain them when it hinges its whole dwarf plot on them it’s just like “oh you know. titans. the thing that all dwarven lore hinges on, titans.” as if that’s common knowledge to both player and character. despite the fact that this entire lore rests on nobody knowing abt them because the dwarves decided to forget all that because they didn’t want to think about it i guess? or something? that’s meant to be why nobody talked about titans until they got thrown in with a dlc to the third game? idek how to feel about it because i guess titans are conceptually cool and maybe it’s my fault for not playing all the dlcs but it’s just a very jarring experience for me personally lmao. dont mind me i feel like an old man shaking my stick at the sky about newfangled lore. you whippersnappers with your titans. back in my day dwarves used to have other stuff going on

[elryuse]

Manifesting

Gaeul X Male Reader

Tags : Toxic Relationship, Trauma, Cheating, Breakup, Romance, Dark Romance, Obsession, Yandere, Psycho, Angsty Words : 5,359 Words

It was a hard few weeks after your sad break up with your long lasting girlfriend, named Gaeul. She was your sweet sweet angel, she was caring, soft and charming. But that all changes when she be friends with some girls, who slowly changes her, and before you know it, She was lost, gone, turned into something different.

She started to ghost you, neglected you, and worst of all she cheated on you. You caught her, there, red handed, having sex with a guy you didn't know at all. You try to talk her up, but she got angry instead, slapping your face, marking it red as the shape of her palm.

You stood there silent, not knowing why this shit even happened to you. But all you know and understand is that She's not the Gaeul you know. With that, Your face turns cold, Gaeul didn't move, she closes the door as she continues to have sex with the man.

And with that, You left. You left the room, the house, and most importantly you left her. For good.

As time goes bye, You started to fix your life for the better. The first few weeks of the breakup was straight up hell, as you tried your best to forget the good memories you have with her. However, the memories kept flooding in. The time you said you loved her, the times you went on dates. It slowly come back to haunt you.

However, you started to get more active, get to know other people, and slowly you started to get back on track. As slowly, you started to find hobbies and stuff to do with other people. It was actually fun. A breathe of fresh air.

But one day, Those moments gonna haunt you again. As one night, out of nowhere, you met her again. Gaeul. She was standing outside your apartment, smoking a piece of cigarettes, as she ruffled up her blonde hair. You both looked at each other, before Gaeul throw away her cigarette, as she smiled.

"It's been a while".

You were shocked, timid, not knowing why is she here. Again. Out of anybody else that could be here. Why does it have to be her.

"What do you want" You asked.

"C'mon is that really what you have to say to me. I know that you missed me pabo. Let me in, I have a ton of thing's to say babe".

"Babe? Babe!? Are you fucking with me Gaeul. We're not together anymore. Get lost, before I call the cops". You angrily shouted, clearly still not accepting what the hell is even going on right now.

"Why are you mad… Besides, We didn't even break up. You're the one who left me". Gaeul rolled her eyes, as her body rested on the walls.

"Yeah but you're the one who's fucking a guy Gaeul. Not me. So go away. I already moved on. So stop bothering me". You try shutting the door.

"W-wait. P-please. Alright alright I'm sorry. Look. I was young. I was dumb. My friends were the one encouraging me to try new stuff. I was carried away alright. So please. Just liste-".

"Look Gaeul. It's your choice. You choose to fuck someone else. And you also choose him over me. You slapped me and closes the door on me remember. You didn't even text me about how sorry you were. So stop pretending like you care. And please. Stop bothering me, And leave".

As you closes the door, Gaeul seemed to be shutted down. Her face was unreadable, as slowly a small tear runs from her face. She looked, Sad. Filled with Regrets? You don't know why but she looked desperate about something.

"P-please. Y-y/n. I really don't know where to go. Everyone.. They.. All bullied me, and I really don't know where to go. P-please. Can I stay at your place, just for a night"?

You should have said no. You should just closes the door on her. But some how, you just can't seem to do it. You just can't seem to act harsh on her. And with that you opened the door for her.

"Get in. Fast".

Hearing those words, Gaeul face immediately lit up. She immediately ran and hug you, as she cried all of hearts out. You were not sure whether to comfort her, or just stay still, so you decided to just let her cry for awhile.

You then let her sleep on the couch, as you were about to take a shower. Your mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts as you didn't sure what to do, especially after seeing her again. You sighed, as you hit your head, thinking why would you let her in the first place.

Suddenly you hear a knock from outside the bathroom. It was her.

"Y-y/n. C-can I come in"?

"Wtf you mean, can I come in. Stay out. I'm almost done".

You wipe the water off your face, staring into your foggy bathroom mirror. The knock still echoes in your ears.

“Y/n… please. Just let me talk to you… just for a minute,” her voice quivers, yet there’s something off about it. It’s too soft. Too controlled.

You grip the towel tighter. "No, Gaeul. You said one night. Just—give me space.”

There’s silence for a few seconds.

Then she chuckles.

“Space? After everything we've been through? You let me in, and now you're pushing me away again?”

You freeze. That tone. It wasn’t pleading anymore. It was colder. Possessive.

You open the door slightly—just a crack. “You’re making this weird. Go back to the couch. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

But she’s already right in front of the door. Close. Too close. Her eyes puffy from crying, her lips trembling, her fingers tightly holding the edge of her shirt as if she was suppressing something explosive inside her.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she whispers. “Not when you’re just a wall away. It made me think of the nights I used to fall asleep on your chest. You remember that?”

You sigh and step away from the door. She takes that as an invitation, stepping in without permission.

“Gaeul, I told you—”

She suddenly wraps her arms around your waist from behind. The towel nearly slips. Her forehead leans against your back.

“I missed you. I’ve been so… lost. Without you, I didn’t know who I was anymore. I did bad things. But I never stopped loving you. Never.”

You stay silent. Because deep down, there’s a twisted ache in your chest. A part of you still remembers her kisses. Her laugh. The way she used to hold your hand like it meant everything.

But this isn’t her anymore.

You step forward, breaking the hold.

“Gaeul, go sleep. Please. Don’t make me regret letting you in.”

She stares. Hurt. Confused. Angry. Her lips tremble again, but this time it’s not sadness. It's frustration.

“I gave you my everything… and now you treat me like garbage.”

You glance back. “You cheated on me.”

She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t look away. “I made a mistake. People fuck up. But I chose to come back. I chose you again.”

“Too late.”

You walk past her. Grab some clothes. The air between you two is suffocating.

She remains still, standing in the bathroom, staring blankly at the wall.

You hear the door creak shut as she returns to the living room.

You wake up around 3AM, heart pounding. Something feels off.

You walk to the kitchen. The couch is empty.

“Gaeul?”

No answer.

You check your bedroom.

She’s there.

Lying on your bed, wearing one of your shirts.

Your chest tightens.

“Gaeul. What the fuck are you doing?”

She turns slowly, as if expecting you. Her eyes gleam beneath the dim light. A sickly, satisfied smile spreads across her face.

“I couldn’t sleep… I felt cold… I needed you.”

You glare. “This isn’t okay. You’re crossing boundaries.”

“I know your body better than anyone else. I know how warm it gets when you’re upset. How quiet you become when you’re trying to hide your sadness. You think I don’t see that? You haven’t moved on. You're pretending.”

You back up slightly, disturbed. “Get out of my bed.”

“No.” Her tone is dead serious now. “I belong here.”

She sits up.

“I let my friends poison me. I know. But they’re all gone now. They cut me off. They talked shit about me behind my back. And that guy? He left. He never even remembered my birthday. I was stupid.”

“That doesn’t mean you can crawl back like nothing happened—”

“I HAVE NOTHING LEFT!” she screams suddenly. You flinch.

Silence follows.

Then a whisper: “Except you.”

She reaches under the blanket. Pulls out… your phone?

“I saw your messages,” she says. “With that girl. Minji, right? She's just a rebound. She doesn’t know you like I do.”

You feel your heart sink.

“Where’s my phone—how the hell did you—”

“I watched you sleep. You looked peaceful… So I wanted to check. And guess what? I was right. You're still broken. Still looking for me in everyone else.”

“That’s it. You're leaving. Now.”

You grab her wrist. Not hard. But firm. Her eyes widen—not in fear, but in thrill.

“Touching me again, huh? You still want me. Just admit it.”

“Get out, Gaeul. Or I will call the police.”

Suddenly she grabs your hand with both of hers, gripping tightly.

“I’ll kill myself if you do.”

You freeze.

Dead silence.

She smiles. Twisted. Tired. “I'm serious. You were the only good part of me. If I leave this apartment, I won’t walk home. I’ll jump off a bridge.”

Your throat dries. “Stop it…”

Tears pool in her eyes again. “Then let me stay. Please. Let me stay until I’m better. Let me fix what I destroyed.”

You hate how conflicted you feel. You know this is wrong. You know she’s manipulating you. But that look in her eyes—the same eyes that once stared at you like you were her whole world—breaks something in you.

“…Fine,” you mutter. “One more night. But you sleep on the couch.”

She giggles.

It wasn’t a joyful laugh. It was broken. Hollow.

“I knew you'd come back to me.”

She kisses your cheek.

And leaves the room.

You lock your bedroom door that night.

But even through the door…

You still hear her humming a lullaby she used to sing when she laid on your chest.

It doesn’t comfort you anymore.

It terrifies you.

You barely sleep that night. Every creak of the wood, every gust of wind against the windows makes your heart jolt.

She's still here.

Even though the couch is supposed to be her place for the night, a part of you fears waking up to find her standing at the foot of your bed. Watching. Smiling.

But the sun eventually rises.

You blink the exhaustion out of your eyes and check your bedroom. Empty. Quiet.

Carefully, you step out.

To your surprise, the living room is empty. The couch is made. Neat. Like she’d never slept there at all.

You turn toward the kitchen and see her.

Gaeul.

Wearing your hoodie. Cooking eggs.

She turns with a bright smile, as if everything’s normal. “Good morning, sleepyhead! I made breakfast! Just like old times, right?”

You’re speechless. Tired. Emotionally drained.

“Gaeul, I told you—”

Ding-dong.

You stop.

Your front door just rang.

Before you can even move, Gaeul turns her head. Her expression darkens in an instant.

“…Are you expecting someone?”

You walk to the door. Peek through the peephole.

It’s Minji.

Wearing a warm beige cardigan over a white sundress, her eyes sparkling with excitement, a small coffee tray in hand.

You blink.

She notices you and waves softly, smiling.

You open the door.

“Hey,” she says gently, “I’ve been waiting outside for a few minutes, didn’t wanna wake you… I brought coffee.”

“Minji?”

“Yeah… I was wondering… if you wanted to grab breakfast or maybe walk around the park with me?” she says, shyly looking down. “Just something small. You’ve been working so hard. I thought you could use some sunshine.”

You smile—genuinely—for the first time in what feels like forever. “That… sounds nice, actually.”

But then—

“Who’s that?”

Her voice slices through the air like a razor.

Minji blinks.

Gaeul is standing behind you, barefoot, sleeves rolled up, spatula still in hand, wearing your hoodie like it belonged to her.

Her eyes are locked on Minji like she’s prey.

“Oh,” Minji blinks, “I didn’t know you had… someone over. I’m sorry—”

“We’re not together,” you interrupt quickly. “She just… showed up last night. It’s complicated.”

Gaeul suddenly steps forward, resting her hand on your shoulder—possessively.

“I’m Gaeul,” she says, eyes narrowing at Minji. “His first. The one who knows what he really needs. And who are you?”

Minji’s expression shifts—still polite, but her smile dims a little. “I’m Minji. I go to the same campus. We’ve been hanging out… and talking.”

Gaeul laughs bitterly. “Hanging out? Wow. That’s cute.”

You sigh. “Enough.”

Minji glances at you. “If now’s a bad time, I can leave…”

“No,” you say firmly. “You don’t have to. I said I’d go with you.”

Gaeul’s hand tightens on your shoulder.

“You’re leaving me here?” she asks softly. “After last night? I cried on you.”

You turn. “You’re not my girlfriend anymore, Gaeul. You asked for a place to sleep. That’s it.”

Her mouth opens. But before she can say anything else, you step outside and close the door behind you.

Later that evening…

You had a good time with Minji.

A real good time.

You didn’t think laughter could come so easily again. Her presence was calm, healing. You told her about your break-up. She didn’t pity you. She didn’t push. She just… listened.

When she finally walked you home, she hesitated at your door.

“I know you’re still healing,” she said, “But I like being around you. I just wanted you to know that. I’m not here to play games.”

You looked at her. Her eyes didn’t lie.

“Thanks,” you said. “That… really means a lot.”

She smiles, and with a small wave, walks off.

You breathe.

Then step inside.

The moment you close the door—

CRASH.

You flinch.

A cup lies shattered on the floor. Gaeul’s standing there, tears in her eyes, cheeks red with fury.

“You LIKED her, didn’t you?”

You stay silent.

“DIDN’T YOU!?”

“Gaeul—”

“After everything I told you? After crying in your arms? After begging for a second chance?! You go out with that—that—fake-ass bimbo!?"

“She’s not fake. And she didn’t hurt me like you did.”

You walk past her.

But she grabs your wrist. Hard.

“She’s going to hurt you. Like I did. Worse. She’s gonna take your kindness and stab you with it, just like I did. I know girls like her.”

“Gaeul—let me go.”

She shakes her head violently.

“No! You’re not doing this to me. You can’t just throw me away again. I came BACK for you. I chose you. I gave up everyone. Everything. And now you smile at someone else!?”

You rip your arm away.

“I don’t owe you anything.”

She falls silent.

Her eyes go wide. For a moment, she looks like a doll—cracked porcelain, ready to shatter.

Then her lips curl into a dark grin.

“You think she can protect you from me?”

You stop.

“What?”

“I meant it when I said I’d kill myself if you left me, Y/n.”

She steps closer.

“But maybe… she should go first.”

You stare at her, chilled to your bones.

“Gaeul… don’t you dare.”

She laughs softly. Her fingers trail your chest as she whispers:

“You don’t know how far I’m willing to go for you. But you will. Soon.”

It had been three days since that night.

Three days since Gaeul shattered a glass on your floor and swore she'd hurt Minji.

You hadn't heard from Minji since then.

Your texts—left on read.

Calls—unanswered.

You assumed she was just busy… or maybe she felt something was off. You couldn’t blame her.

Gaeul, however, was still here.

Still lingering in your apartment like a curse you couldn’t exorcise.

Every night, she cooked. Cleaned. Acted like she was your girlfriend again. She wore your clothes. Sat close to you. Slept on the couch but would sneak glances into your room every night like a cat waiting for a door to open.

Tonight, something felt different.

You returned home after a late class. The lights in your apartment were dimmed—intentionally.

A soft scent of jasmine floated in the air. You squinted.

There were candles… lit in the living room.

Your heart sank.

You step further in, cautiously. “Gaeul?”

"I'm here," her voice called out softly. Sultry. Dangerously warm.

You turn—and stop.

She's standing by your bedroom door.

Wearing your white button-up.

Only the white button-up.

Unbuttoned halfway down her chest, just enough to tease the curve of her breasts. Bare legs. Hair tied loose. Lips tinted with deep red gloss. Her eyes half-lidded with something… dark. Desperate.

"Gaeul, what are you doing?"

She slowly walks forward, swaying like a predator who knows you're caught in her trap.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” she whispers. “So I thought I’d remind you why you used to crave me.”

“Don’t—”

She presses a finger to your lips. Silencing you.

“Shhh… I’m not here to fight.”

She steps closer. The shirt brushes against your chest as her body heat presses into you.

“I’m here to make you feel again.”

Her hand trails down your chest. To your stomach. Then down, lower—

You grip her wrist tightly. “Stop this.”

But your voice is weaker now. Your breathing shallow.

Her eyes sparkle.

“You say you’ve moved on… but your body’s still honest.”

“Gaeul—this isn’t going to fix anything. We’re broken.”

She smiles. “Then let’s break even more.”

Before you can speak, she slides down to her knees, slowly. Holding your gaze the entire time.

You curse under your breath, stepping back.

“Gaeul, stop playing games.”

She bites her lip, standing again. This time, she unbuttons the rest of the shirt and lets it slip off her shoulders.

Bare. Fully.

No shame. No hesitation.

“Do you remember the first time we did it?” she whispers, stepping closer again. “You were nervous. Shaky. And I kissed every inch of you until you stopped trembling.”

Your fists clench.

“And when you told me you loved me, I cried while we made love. Remember that?”

You shut your eyes.

“Stop it. Just stop.”

But she’s already guiding your hand to her waist. Skin against skin. Her breath hot against your neck.

“Touch me like you used to, Y/n. Please. Let me feel like yours again.”

Your head spins.

And for a moment—

Just a brief, dangerous moment—

You miss her.

You remember her laugh. Her moans. Her scent. Her warmth.

Your hand grips her waist.

She leans in to kiss you.

And you freeze.

Because just behind her…

Your phone lights up.

Minji: “Hey. Sorry I went quiet. I just… felt something was off. But I miss you. Can we meet soon?”

Your blood turns cold.

You step back.

“I can’t.”

Gaeul’s smile fades. Her eyes twitch slightly. “W-what?”

“I can’t do this. I don’t want to go back to the way things were. I can’t.”

You grab your shirt and step toward your room.

“Put something on, Gaeul. This… this isn’t right.”

She doesn't move.

Just stands there, naked, rejected, breathing heavily.

“…It’s because of her, isn’t it?”

You pause.

“You’re choosing her over me.”

“Because she didn’t destroy me,” you say quietly.

That’s when her smile dies completely.

“I see.”

She walks past you, slowly. Picks up her clothes. Dresses in silence.

You think, maybe—maybe—she’s finally going to leave.

But just before she walks out the door, she turns.

Her voice is calm. Too calm.

“You better hope Minji really likes you.”

You narrow your eyes.

“What?”

“Because if she doesn’t? If she even thinks of hurting you?”

She grins.

“I’ll make her bleed.”

But tonight, everything changes.

It had been two weeks since you pushed Gaeul away.

She disappeared after that night. No calls. No knocking at your door. No more haunting gazes from the corner of your room.

You thought maybe… she was finally gone.

Meanwhile, things with Minji felt like they were getting better. At least, that’s what you believed.

You went on little walks. Laughed together. Held hands.

She smiled often. She touched your arm. She told you she missed you when you weren’t around.

You let yourself believe again.

But deep inside, something felt off.

And you were right.

Tonight. 9:47 PM.

You were walking near campus when you saw her.

Minji.

At the back corner of a cafe, laughing with her friends—Hanni and Haerin.

You smiled at first, thinking about surprising her.

But then—

You heard your name.

Your actual name.

And your smile fades.

You stop. Hide behind a pillar. You shouldn’t be eavesdropping.

But you hear it.

You hear everything.

“So? Are you still ‘dating’ him?” Hanni asks, holding back laughter.

Minji giggles. “Dating? Oh my god, please. That’s such a strong word.”

“Girl, you’ve been holding his hand and giving him puppy eyes like it’s your job,” Haerin teases.

Minji rolls her eyes, taking a sip of her iced Americano. “Whatever. It’s not like I actually like him. You guys dared me, remember?”

Hanni gasps. “Oh my god, you still remember that?”

Minji smirks. “Of course. I lost the game, remember? You dared me to flirt with the loner boy. The one with the clingy ex? I couldn’t say no.”

Haerin laughs. “And now you’re full-on fake dating him. Girl, you're dedicated.”

Minji shrugs. “I thought I’d get bored after a few days. But he's so sad. I mean, who lets their cheating ex stay in their house? And then thinks I’m actually into him?”

All three burst into laughter.

“If I were a normal girl,” Minji says, smirking, “I would’ve blocked him the moment I saw that psycho ex lurking around.”

She takes another sip.

“But I guess I’m not that normal. He’s… entertaining.”

You feel your heart collapse.

Your world just folds in on itself.

You step back, unable to breathe.

She lied.

It was all fake.

Every smile.

Every gentle word.

A dare.

You turn, storming off. Your chest is burning. You can’t believe how fucking stupid you were.

But what you don’t know is—

You weren’t the only one listening.

Across the street. Hidden in the shadows.

A figure stands beneath a flickering lamppost.

Gaeul.

She had followed Minji for days. Watching her routines. Following her walks. Even slipping into the same cafes, silent like a ghost.

She had seen everything.

Heard everything.

And now…

She smiles.

No.

She giggles.

Quiet at first.

Then louder.

Her hand lifts to her lips, as her laughter spirals into something unhinged.

“You hurt him… you played with him,” she whispers to herself.

Her nails dig into her palm, drawing blood.

“After all the pain he went through, you made it worse… for a game… for fun…”

She tilts her head to the side.

“I should thank you… You reminded him why he needs me.”

Her eyes glaze over with affection. Obsession. Rage.

“I’m the only one who really knows him.”

She stares at Minji through the window, eyes dark and glimmering.

“He won’t forgive you.”

She turns. Walks away, softly humming the tune of a song you and her used to love.

But before she disappears into the darkness, she whispers—

“Minji… you’re gonna regret this.”

Later That Night…

You come home, throw your phone across the room.

You don’t even cry.

Just sit. Alone.

Hollow.

Then.

You hear it.

A soft knock on your door.

Your heart clenches.

You move toward it. Slowly. Dreading. Hoping. Fearing.

You open it.

And there she is.

Gaeul.

Hair messy. Face flushed. Hands shaking—but her smile calm and gentle.

Like nothing ever happened.

“I saw everything,” she whispers. “She was lying.”

You stare at her, speechless.

She steps forward. Her hand cups your cheek.

“I told you,” she says, voice soft as silk. “She’d hurt you. Just like I did.”

“But I would never lie like that again. Never.”

Her eyes lock with yours.

“I’m all you have now.”

And before you can speak—

She hugs you.

Warm.

Familiar.

Deadly.

A few days later.

The campus was buzzing.

Nothing unusual.

Until the whispers started.

It was during a break between classes when it happened.

The outdoor café near the main hall—crowded, full of students chatting, drinking iced coffee, scrolling through their phones.

Minji sat at a table with Hanni and Haerin, her usual crew. Laughter echoed from their corner, as always.

She looked perfect.

Smiling. Confident. The sun kissed her blonde hair just right. Her lips glossed in cherry red. She was untouchable.

Or so she thought.

Then—

A paper fluttered down in front of her.

Then another.

And another.

The wind wasn’t carrying trash.

It was carrying screenshots.

Printed. Clear. High-quality.

Your name.

Her name.

Her texts.

“Y/n~ where are you? I miss you 😘” “Are you asleep? Can’t stop thinking about our walk today 😳” “Don’t ignore meeee. Come outside, I bought us snacks 😩” “I wanna hear your voice before I sleep please call me 🥺”

One by one, the papers covered her table. Her friends stared, blinking. Some students stopped walking, confused.

Whispers started to grow louder.

Minji’s smile faded.

“What the hell is this?” she muttered, her hands trying to gather the papers.

More fell from above, like snow. From the balcony above.

And then—

She appeared.

Gaeul.

Black skirt. White blouse. No smile.

Just rage and elegance.

She descended the stairs slowly, like an actress in a play she wrote herself.

Gasps spread through the students who recognized her—your infamous ex.

“What are you doing?” Minji hissed as Gaeul stepped into the center of the circle now forming around her.

“What am I doing?” Gaeul laughed. “You’re the one who started playing with people’s feelings.”

She held up one of the printed screenshots.

“This doesn’t look like a dare to me. It looks like you were the one chasing.”

Minji’s face turned pale.

Hanni stood up. “Who the hell are you—”

Gaeul didn’t even look at her.

She was focused. Predatory.

“You liked him, Minji. You really liked him. Don’t act like you didn’t. You texted him first. You called him. You begged him to stay up and talk.”

She threw another handful of papers onto the table.

“You were obsessed. Just like me.”

“Stop,” Minji said, voice shaky. “You’re insane.”

Gaeul’s smile turned cold.

She walked to the side table. Picked up a full cup of iced Americano that someone left.

And without hesitation—

Splash.

The cup emptied all over Minji’s pristine top.

Gasps echoed through the crowd.

Minji jumped up, gasping. The cold soaked her shirt instantly, making the white fabric nearly transparent.

Her hair stuck to her face. Her mouth opened in horror.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Gaeul stepped close. So close their noses nearly touched.

Her voice dropped into a whisper only they could hear.

“I’m not the one who played with someone’s heart.”

She pulled back, eyes unblinking.

“You’re the joke here, Minji. Because you thought he was just another lonely loser. But he’s not. He’s mine.”

She turned to the crowd.

“Let this be a reminder,” she said, calm and venomous. “You don’t mess with love just to get a laugh.”

She dropped the final piece of paper onto the wet table.

A photo.

Minji and you. On that first walk. Her holding your hand. Smiling genuinely.

Then she walked away.

And Minji?

She stood frozen.

Wet. Humiliated. Her hands clenched at her sides.

Because Gaeul was right.

She did like you.

Too much.

And now she lost you—and her dignity—in front of everyone.

Later That Night…

You sit on your bed.

Silent.

Then a knock.

You already knew who it was.

You open the door.

Gaeul stands there, smiling softly, a little victorious glow in her eyes.

“You saw it?” she asks, brushing her hair behind her ear.

You nod.

She steps inside.

“I did it for you,” she says quietly. “Because no one gets to treat you like that.”

“I don’t know if what you did was right…” you murmur.

She tilts her head.

“But it felt good, didn’t it?”

You don’t answer.

You’re not sure anymore.

She walks close, rests her head on your chest.

And whispers,

“She doesn’t deserve to be near you. Only I do.”

You close your eyes.

And realize…

You don’t know if you’re still angry.

Or starting to belong to her again.

The next few days pass in a blur.

You don't really go out anymore.

Your phone stays mostly silent, except for one consistent name.

Gaeul.

She texts you good morning. She cooks you meals. She cleans your apartment. She holds you when you can't sleep.

You didn’t ask for her to move in, but somehow, her things are there now—neatly arranged. Her toothbrush beside yours. Her shirts folded in your drawers. Her scent lingers on your bed.

At first, you thought you’d push her away again. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

Because she’s different now.

She doesn’t raise her voice. She smiles softly, with that old warmth you used to love. And most of all—she listens.

When you’re tired, she rubs your shoulders.

When you’re quiet, she plays your favorite songs.

And when you wake up from nightmares—of that day you saw her with another man—she holds you tight, whispering, "I'm still here… I'm not going anywhere."

Little by little…

You stop questioning her presence.

You start to need her again.

One night. Rain taps against the window.

You sit on the edge of your bed. Staring at the wall. Silent.

Gaeul walks in with two mugs of hot chocolate.

She sits beside you, curling her legs beneath her.

"You okay?" she asks softly.

You nod. But your voice is hollow. "I don’t know what’s right anymore."

She hums. Then leans her head on your shoulder.

"You don’t have to know," she says. "You just have to trust me."

She looks up, eyes big and watery.

"You’ve always been the soft one. The kind one. But people like her… they take advantage of that."

You look down.

She places her hand on your chest.

"But I won’t."

Your heart skips.

"I already hurt you once. And it kills me to think about it. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

Your fingers twitch.

"And you’ll realize soon… that I’m the only one who truly loves you."

And you believe her.

Even if you shouldn’t.

Meanwhile.

Minji sits alone on her bed.

Phone in hand.

Your chat still open.

No new replies.

Y/n… please just talk to me. I know I messed up. I really did like you. It started as a game but… I never thought I’d feel something.

No response.

Tears gather at her lashes.

She scrolls through her own messages—the ones she sent in the past. The ones Gaeul exposed. The ones that betrayed her.

I miss you already 🥺 You’re not like the other guys… you’re special.

Back then, she meant them. She did.

But now?

You were gone.

And worse—

She had handed you back to her.

To the girl she thought was just a clingy ex.

But now, she saw it clearly.

Gaeul wasn’t just an ex.

She was a predator.

And Minji… might’ve handed you right into her trap.

Back in your apartment.

Gaeul lies next to you, her arms wrapping around your waist.

"Let’s stay like this forever," she whispers.

You turn toward her.

She smiles.

"You don’t need anyone else."

You hesitate.

But your voice comes out soft. Tired. Relieved.

"Yeah… I guess I don’t."

Her smile widens.

She presses her lips to your temple.

And in her mind, everything is perfect again.

She has you.

And now she’ll never let you go.

[insomniadreamzz]

OK OK OK FOLLOWING THE PREGNANCY STORYLINE LETS IMAGINE ISHA IS HERE A CUTE FLUFFY THING WITH EITHER ISHA MEETING THE BABY OR FINDING OUT READER IS PREGNANT AND THAT SHES GONNA BE A BIG SIS

Our family

Jinx x Fem!Reader ft. Isha (plus a little bonus with Sevika)

Fluff

A continuation from the fic „My Everything“ https://www.tumblr.com/insomniadreamzz/772011828255621120/hey-how-are-you-i-wanted-to-request-gp-jinx-x

Part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/insomniadreamzz/773579527173668864/hey-im-absolutely-obsessed-with-your-series-about

Part 3 https://www.tumblr.com/insomniadreamzz/775006861557661697/our-family-part-3

You still remember when Isha found out she gonna be a big sister, the way her eyes were literally glowing with happiness. Isha was mute but she expressed her happiness clearly, already doing little doodles of her and her sister together with you and Jinx. The way she put her little head on your baby bump to feel her sister kick, it was just too cute.

Jinx already set up some stuff for the little one, making sure youre gonna have everything you needed when the baby will arrive and soon it happened.

You can still remember how Jinx held your hand and never left your side. Singed, the only doctor here in Zaun also made an appearance to make sure everything went well. He wasn’t used to be part of something like that very often but he was glad he could help you out in that situation. Jinx kisses on your forehead and the way she encouraged you during that hard time, it was still stuck in your head how gentle and loving she can be and then it happened. When you first heard your little one cry, both of you shed tears of happiness, feeling relieved that everything went good. It was a little girl.

When you both got back home after that, Jinx immediately ushered you to bed, figuring you must be tired as you had your newborn in your arms, Jinx never leaving your side.

„Look how cute she is…our little one…“ She cooed, holding you close as she admired your daughter, making you smile so happily. „Of course she is, she is ours.“ You mentioned, looking into your girlfriend’s eyes. „What should we name her?“ You asked and Jinx already got an idea, something that she was thinking about for a longer time now since she knew you are pregnant.

„Powder.“ Jinx said, making your eyes widen in confusion, knowing it was Jinx‘s actual name. „Powder?“ You asked, Jinx nodding in response. „Yes. I want to have a good connection to that name now. Every time I hear it I have to think about myself when I was younger and…certain things happened but I want to forget that. I want to be happy hearing the name Powder and not feel triggered anymore by that name. She will be a better Powder, not like me. I am Jinx now, Powder died in me but we can make her be a better Powder than I was.“ You heard her voice crack a little, seeing little tears running down her cheeks. This really meant a lot to Jinx, you knew it. „Then she will be Powder.“ You agreed with her, using your free hand to caress her back gently, getting back her attention towards you. „Thank you my love.“ She said before placing a little kiss on your lips.

The moment got interrupted by little footsteps, it was Isha who curiously walked up to you, Jinx shifting to make space for Isha between you both. „Isha! Come here, say hello to your little sister.“ Jinx said, letting the girl slip beside you as she looked at the little one with wide happy eyes, her small hand gently touching Powder as if welcoming her.

„Now you are a big sister. You can show her everything when she gets a little bigger, cool right?“ You said, Isha nodding at your words, feeling really happy to be a big sister now plus she was excited to have someone to play with in the future as well.

You talked a little more this evening until all of you just fell asleep. Powder on your chest and Isha sleeping between you and Jinx, all cuddled up in one bed. It was a very peaceful moment. Jinx slept for the first time very happily and calm, the voices in her head not bothering her at all. She was truly happy for the first time and she won’t let anyone destroy this happy life she had.

The next morning Sevika was on her way to Jinx’s hideout, it’s been a while since she showed up, probably hanging around in the Last Drop or doing her usual work. Sevika knew Jinx from when Silco took her with him so she felt like she had to look for her every now and then, making sure Jinx was alright.

„Jinx where the fuck are-…“ She started but stopped immediately in her tracks as she saw Jinx holding a baby while you and Isha were still sleeping cuddled up together. „Where did that baby come from?“ She asked with a raised eyebrow, not trusting this situation for now.

„That’s my daughter which came right out of my girlfriend if you want to know.“ Jinx replied with her usual sassy behavior. Sevika didn’t want to know any more details, shaking it off as she stepped closer to Jinx, having a closer look at the baby. „That’s…really yours?“ She asked again, being a little bit shocked, Jinx nodding in response. „Yep! Does auntie Sevika want to say hello to little Powder? Or are you gonna chicken out?“ Obviously Jinx had to tease Sevika but the older woman didn’t let her make her annoyed as she just nodded. Jinx helped Sevika to hold Powder with her arm, the baby looking even smaller in her strong arm. „There you go.“

Sevika stared at the baby with a unusual soft gaze. „Aw…did you just say auntie Sevika?“ She asked to be sure. „Of course! You’re the only one left who’s like a family to me after Silco died.“ Jinx became soft as she said that, thinking it was about time to speak the truth to Sevika, making the other womans eyes water a little. „Silco would be so happy and proud of you Jinx.“ Sevika mentioned, making Jinx almost cry but she held back her tears. Instead a little tear rolled down Sevika‘s cheek. „Are you crying?“ Jinx tilted her head as she gazed at Sevika who just shook her head. „No I am not.“ She said, making Jinx chuckle in response. „Damn you are a bad liar.“

And with that both started chuckling.