#I really hope I don't eat my words when it comes to my prediction about the upcoming pjo seasons

[bisexualenbyblueberry]

How I sleep knowing PJO is confirmed for a second season (and let's be real it's a matter of time until they confirm the other seasons), the ATLA live action will have two more seasons, and Heartstopper's third and final (I think??) season is already underway

[fairyhaos]

❖ no such thing as too perfect // jeon wonwoo

wonwoo x gn!reader, 2k+ words

tags: office au, established relationship, fluff, kinda crack, junhui is the best work bestieTM ever, yn is Dramatic and In Love

warnings: none

notes: this was only meant to be like, 1.2k.... idk what happened but im not apologising. also there are a couple of pov switches which i hope make sense!!

“I think I need to break up with him,” you say, and Junhui blinks around a mouthful of salad. 

“Who?” he asks, spraying pieces of feta cheese all over the table, and you wrinkle your nose and brush away a few bits that get too close to you and your bento box. He frowns, and then his eyes widen. “Oh my god, you need to break up with Jeon Wonwoo? Why do you need to break up with Jeon Wonwoo?”

You wince as Junhui's loud exclamation rings throughout the office canteen, making several heads turn to look at the two of you. 

“Don't yell it so loud—and why are you saying his name in italics?”

“Because this is Jeon Wonwoo,” Junhui emphasises again, shoving salad passionately into his mouth before carrying on talking. “He's the only one of your boyfriends that I've actually ever approved of. Which is crazy, because Soonyoung introduced him to you, and I've never pinned Soonyoung as a guy that knows boyfriend-material guys.”

You reach over and lower Junhui’s fork, preventing him from eating and talking at the same time. “I don't know,” you sigh. “I just… I don't think this is going to work.”

“What did he do?” Junhui asks. His face morphs into a more serious look. “Do I need to murder him for you?”

“No, I— no! Don't murder him!” you say quickly, shaking your head. “He hasn't done anything wrong. It's just. I think I need to break up with him.”

The grave look melts from Junhui's face, and then he frowns. “You need to break up with him… even though he hasn't done anything wrong?”

“Yes.”

Junhui stares at you, mystified, then snatches back his fork to keep eating his salad. “Okay, so you've gone insane. Nice to know.”

You sigh at Junhui's response, rubbing your temples. 

Whilst it does sound insane for you to break up with Wonwoo even though he's done nothing wrong, in your eyes, it's actually quite understandable. 

Nothing has gone wrong, per se: you've been dating Wonwoo for about ten months now, and everything has been perfect. He's been perfect. 

Maybe… a little too perfect. 

He's always being so gentle and courteous, silently reading your emotions and knowing exactly how you're feeling at any given moment. He knows what you need before you even know that you need it—giving you little cheek kisses to remind you that you're loved, pushing a chocolate bar into your hand when you're all dizzy and tired, hugging you to sleep when you've had a bad day. 

The bento box that you're opening and having for lunch? That was prepared by him too. 

Jeon Wonwoo is just so goddamn perfect, and it worries you. 

“I don't think I'm good enough for him,” you admit whilst Junhui is busily sipping his water. 

It's fascinating how he manages to eat so frantically whilst eating so slowly at the same time, you think idly, as Junhui chokes on the tiny sip he was taking. He sets down the glass, wiping his mouth and blinking at you. 

“Sorry, what?”

“Come on, Junhui, do I really have to say it again?” you complain, beginning to open your bento box. “You heard me.”

“Yeah, and I couldn't believe my ears,” he says, tilting his head sideways. “You? Not good enough for him? Please. That's crazy.”

You make a questioning noise. “You just said that he's the only boyfriend of mine that you approved of.”

“Exactly.” Junhui stabbed his fork in your direction, before going back to shovelling leaves into his mouth. “You're perfect for him, and he's perfect for you. I predicted it from the moment you met.”

“I don't know about me being perfect for him, but he really is just too perfect for me,” you whine. “Him and his stupidly warm eyes and that smile… oh, Junhui, he makes me feel like the most beautiful person in this entire universe.” You look down at your bento box, pouting. “Wonwoo's just so perfect.”

Junhui makes a face. “Gross, but okay. I still don't see your point, though. Wonwoo's perfect, and you're both good enough for each other. I don't see why you think you need to break up with him.”

Still looking down at the bento box, you let out a sigh. All of the food is neatly packed away into the separate compartments, and he's even arranged the sesame seeds on your rice into a little heart. It's an awfully goofy but also an awfully Wonwoo thing to do, and you can feel your heart squeezing painfully in your chest, the longer you stare at it. 

This is not good. You are far too in love with Wonwoo. 

That's what you tell Junhui, and he stares at you with utter disbelief as if you've finally admitted that you really have lost your mind. 

“And what makes you think that he's not far too in love with you?” Junhui asks. “You know, one of the reasons that I approve of Wonwoo is because he's just so so in love with you. Like, almost disgustingly in love with you.”

“What?” You blink at him, before shaking your head. “Junhui, no, this is serious. Wonwoo's just so perfect and I'm so in love with him and—and it's actually getting dangerous now. I've literally fallen in love with him.”

Junhui stares at you for a long moment, wondering whether you're actually being serious about all of this. 

“That's not a bad thing,” he insists, and then chomps on his salad in frustration. “Y/N, that's not a bad thing at all.”

“Yes it is,” you say, despairingly, looking forlorn as you prop your chin on your hand. “I love him too much. It's gonna—it's gonna get too overwhelming, soon, and then he'll start thinking I'm weird, and he'll distance himself from me, and then we'll break up and I should end this before that happens.”

Junhui shakes his head. “I don't think that's true.”

“Yes it is.”

“No it isn't. He won't break up with you.”

“Not yet.”

Junhui looks away exasperatedly, because you're adamant in wallowing in your despair over having to break up with Wonwoo because “he's too perfect” even while quite happily eating the lunch that Junhui knows Wonwoo probably prepared for you. 

It's insane, he thinks, because it's obvious to him that Wonwoo loves you a lot. But he knows you and your negative thinking, and short of Wonwoo walking in here and professing his love to you all by himself, Junhui can't think of anything that could possibly convince you otherwise. 

As he looks past your shoulder to the glass doors of the office canteen, however, he blinks. 

There's a tall man entering the canteen, his dark hair all fluffy and his glasses-rimmed eyes scanning the area, lips pursed into a look that could almost be described as bored. He has his hands in his coat pockets, wearing the most simple casual fit ever, but he exudes such cold model energy that even Junhui blinks again. 

And then he watches as the man catches sight of you and Junhui, and his entire demeanour just softens. 

Junhui bites back a grin. 

Wow. Maybe he’s, like, actually psychic. 

“Wonwoo's here,” he says abruptly, and your head snaps up so fast that he can hear the audible click that sounds in your neck. 

“Where?” 

Junhui doesn't get to say anything, however, because he sees the moment that your eyes clock the tall man that's striding into the canteen, the light catching the frames of his glasses, and watches as you positively melt, in much the same way that the man had done when he saw you. 

He can almost hear every infatuated thought that runs through your mind. 

“Wonwoo,” you breathe, once Wonwoo steps close enough to the table that you and Junhui are eating at. His hair is all fluffy and windswept, and you resist the urge to smooth it down with your fingers. 

“Hello.” Wonwoo bends down, presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “You weren't answering your phone.”

“Hm? I didn't get any text notifs from you.” You check your phone, trying to turn it on, only for the screen to remain black. “Oh. Is it dead?”

“I suspected as much,” Wonwoo says dryly, but there's a fondness in his voice as he pulls out a power bank from his pocket. “Here.”

Your eyes light up. “Oh, you're a life saver!” You look up at Wonwoo, smiling at the way his eyes look so warm as he gazes down at you. “Thank you.”

Junhui slurps his water loudly. 

“Sorry,” he says, sounding not sorry at all when the two of you look over at him. “Don't mind me.”

He's grinning mischievously, for reasons that you cannot fathom, and when he leans forward to peer up at Wonwoo with curious eyes, the mischief in his grin only increases. 

“So, Wonwoo, why are you here?”

Wonwoo tilts his head, pushing his glasses up at the same time. “You're Junhui.”

“The one and only,” Junhui says brightly. “I'm Y/N's work bestie. I've heard loads about you.”

You hiss in annoyance, kicking Junhui under the table even as Wonwoo laughs amusedly, placing a hand on your shoulder affectionately. 

“Wen Junhui! Why would you say that?”

“Do you talk about me that often?” Wonwoo asks, and his tone is somewhere between genuinely curious and adoring and you kind of just wanna sit there and listen to his voice forever. 

“Oh, all the time,” Junhui says, eyes gleaming, and you snap your gaze back to him, exasperated. “Y/N loves you so much. I hear about the extent of it every day.”

Wonwoo looks down at you, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”

You kind of want to deny it, but then that would mean lying to Wonwoo, so you don't. 

“Maybe?” you say weakly, cheeks burning as you smile sheepishly up at him. “You're just, uh. Really really lovely. And, um, I kind of love you. A lot.”

Wonwoo laughs, a full and endeared laugh, twinkling with the light of a thousand suns. “I'm glad. Because you're really lovely, and I love you a lot too.”

Your eyes widen, and suddenly it's like it's just you and Wonwoo in the canteen now, him with his hand on your shoulder and those eyes, holding your very soul in place as he just smiles so lovingly and oh God you really do love him. 

“Oh,” you say, soft. “Wonwoo…”

Wonwoo just smiles again. “Anyways, I came by to let you know that I'll be finishing work a bit earlier today, so call me when you're done and I'll drive by to pick you up, okay?”

You nod, mute, stunned by the gentlest words of “I love you” that had left Wonwoo's mouth just seconds before. 

“It was nice meeting you,” Junhui chirps, but Wonwoo doesn't seem to hear, because he's looking down at you again, before swooping in and placing the lightest kiss on your nose and you feel like you could combust on the spot right there. 

“I'll see you later?” he says. 

You nod. “I'll see you later.”

Wonwoo smiles, and then the hand slides off your shoulder and he walks away. 

You watch him go, watch him walk through the tables and then get to the glass doors, where he turns around one last time to wave goodbye before disappearing outside, and really, it's insane how much you love him. 

And how much he loves you, it seems. 

“So. He took time out of his own lunch break and came all the way here to give you a charger because he knew that you'd forgotten one and to tell you that he's picking you up later?” Junhui says, making you reluctantly turn back to him. “Y/N. If this doesn’t make you see just how in love with you Wonwoo is, then I’m gonna kick you.”

“Hey, no need for violence,” you say, raising an eyebrow, and Junhui pulls a face. 

“So do you see it or do you not?”

You look over your shoulder again, out at the doors. Wonwoo’s no longer there, but you can still imagine the imprint of his warmth, lingering like the softest lavender scent over the entire area. 

“Maybe I do,” you say, all wistful and dazed, a smile on your face. “Isn’t he just so perfect?”

Junhui grins, and makes use of your distracted state to steal a carrot stick from your lunch, crunching on it loudly.

“Perfect and in love with you,” he points out. “So do you still feel like you need to break up with him?”

“Hm?”

You blink, eyes still all starry from your few minutes of interacting with your boyfriend, his soft smile etched into your mind. It takes a moment for Junhui's words to register, but then they do, and you can't help but laugh. 

“Oh. Oh, no. He and I are perfect.”

Junhui grins. He really is a psychic. 

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[koolades-world]

hiii i was wondering if you could write abt an asian mc ? with the brothers or the dateables i don't mind! i just think it would be funny to see yk asian mc who's a high achiever (so even at RAD when they know nothing abt magic they'll try to score high), always take off their shoes before entering a place (entering a place with shoes is forbidden !!), always cook rice or stuff from their country when on cooking duties ("wdym we already ate that when it was my turn last time?"), will make you special herbal tea if you're sick (first time i suggested to make tea for my ill white friend they laughed :( ), tells you to eat more and in the same fashion, whose love language is giving you food, etc... bonus point if mc swears in their mother tongue. And if the MC was living in their native country before going to the devildom, their ability to just nap anywhere as if it's normal.

As someone who grew up in an asian household it's just regular to me but i can picture the face Lucifer would make if the first time mc enter Dia's castle they take off their shoes casually or like MC stuffing Beel's mouth with food as if he just didn't swallow the biggest mouthful of udon ever saying "come on Beel you need food, you need strength to play Fangol"

For the nap thing i was thinking about my relatives who take nap on their wooden bad or just the floor during summer (cause its fresh yk). My grandma always said a hard bed is good for the back lol

Anyway no pressure!! Have a nice day and take care !

hi!! yes of course :)

i'm a different flavor of asian but some of the culture overlaps so this was fun to write! haha the amount of times my grandma has urged me to eat more is hard to count. oh and the amount of tea i drank when we went to visit. i'll never forget watching her make the tea because it was a whole experience

i'm half indian and someone actually requested an indian mc so that will be out tomorrow because doing these requests back to back easiest for me!

enjoy <3

Asian Mc

Lucifer

you're ALWAYS on him for the amount of coffee he drinks

you also always make sure he takes a break to eat dinner because he needs to eat in order to continue his work

despite how bothered he might seem sometimes, he really does value what you do for him

plus, you not only keep yourself in line, sometimes you do his brothers for him too. thanks on his behalf!

Mammon

once you grow closer, he's asking you to teach him swear words so he can cuss out lucifer

if you don’t, well, he’ll just pick them up when you swear and hope he can figure out what it means haha

if you want, feed him random words, or even compliments so when lucifer hears them, he'll just be confused haha

despite the fact that he's the demon, maybe you can help him in class

Levi

when he first meets you, he'd not sure what to expect

however he quickly learns you're the best at everything you do

this includes video games and everything of that manner

he's got competition now, but he has no clue how you got so good considering it was probably your first time at all of the games you've tried

Satan

he's impressed by your work ethic and desire to achieve

you got dropped in a totally new environment and instead of struggling to adjust like he predicted, you bounced back almost immediately and were at the top of your class like it was nothing!

he tried to ask you once why you seemed so determine to get the best grade and never asked again after the look you gave him

something the two of you can bond over, though, is tea! he can often be seen with a cup of tea so that's an easy conversation starter between the two of you if not homework instead

Asmo

while initially he thought you two might not get along, you actually do quite well

he's huge on no shoes in the house and especially in his room

after all, he wants to avoid bringing as many outside germs into his room as possible

can and will ask you to teach him how you make your special herbal teas because he hates being sick and genuinely just wants to know

Beel

he falls in love with your rice cooker

rice that easy and that quick? sign him up! if he didn't already love rice you've put him on it

he doesn't think he could ever part with you and your wonderful cooking

even if you do cook the same thing every time it's your turn, he will inhale it because not only is it delicious, but you're an amazing cook

Belphie

even he's impressed by your ability to fall asleep anywhere

at least he's always with his pillow and maybe a blanket but he's seen you just curled up on the porch waiting for someone to get home

but that sighting was rare, because he felt like he always saw you doing something

however he really appreciated all the little things you did for him, such as making his bed

[primrosebow]

HEYY!!! i love your art soo much!!! Your post abt the hazbin hotel women 🩷🩷 its so GOODD!! As Vaggies #1 fan i love how you wrote for her and drew her! I love how you added little details like the night dress(id fuck her in her night dress too she looks so cute:3) but i was wondering if you could maybe do some rosie x reader nfsw🙏 PLSS she barely gets any love and your writing(and art but yoy dont have to draw her if you dont want tooo) is so good!! Anyways could i maybe be 🎀 annon? i hope you have a good day!!! Bye

Hey I'm back from trying to find out how to be a good artist

I did not figure it out 🗣📢📢📢💥💥 also we're on strike.

❣️_-->Rosie x reader

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!Content warnings!: nsfw, rosie being rosie (she bites you fr), uhhhhhhhh the usual??? I still don't know how to do content warnings, gender neutral reader because I didn't specify anything, good luck reading my handwriting (every day it becomes less readable and becomes more like a doctor's. I am transforming. I am becoming the doctor.)

Guys if I don't buy the skulls on a string I'm going to die. I need to buy it.

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One may be surprised to find that in my opinion she doesn't hold any regards to who is "topping" or not- little of that matters to her. What really matters is how close you both are- she is all about the intimacy when it comes to this. Talkative all the way through, she will be affectionate with the sweetest words she can offer you. She uh... really doesn't make much of an effort to be understood by you if you are unfamiliar with the 'slang' she tends to use- you can ask about it later, after she is done with you.

Another thing she does, something much more predictable: is that she tends to bite you. There are no intentions of hurting you when she leans into your body and digs her teeth into your skin, it goes without saying that you will of course bleed, and, afterwards she earnestly and truthfully showers you in apologies for harming you! it's just.. your taste is truly intoxicating to her- you need to understand! She has said it herself in the unfiltered delirious state you both get to: she'd most definetly eat you, you tasting so perfect the way you do- if she wouldn't miss you so much if she did. Your company brightens her days, makes every little moment worth it, she wouldn't be capable of existing in a world without you now; sometimes she wonders how she made it so far without you to begin with.

Any compliments you may give her are met with shy looks to the side and comments for you to "oh stop it- you're much too sweet..", being truly invitations to get you to do it further.

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Stupid little edit I made of her with the creative liberties I took :-]

@bigfatbimbo as usual

Somehow despite typing with numbers between my words to shorten everything I still manage to not sound completly unhinged and like a severely brainrot infected individual

Moral of the story is: delete tiktok

[bored-storyteller]

Here I am after months of absence. I hope you are all well. Things have happened, I don't have much to explain really. I don't know if this is my return, but I have some things that I wrote and never put here again so...occasionally, maybe something will show up.

I wish you all a happy life

Twisted Wonderland, Leona Kingscholar x reader

Brekfast

Leona sleeps. He sleeps a lot, now even more than usual.

He sleeps when he's fine, let alone when he's sick, when he's scared or under pressure. Even if he doesn't show it you know he still hasn't fully recovered from what happened, and it doesn't matter if it's even been months. It's not like he actually got to relax after the Overblot, it really wasn't a quiet time.

But today is Sunday, and you want to try to wake up the sleeping prince a little, to rekindle the will to live in him.

What an utopian thought, you tell yourself, but you want to try for him. If you fail at least you'll be there to watch over his sleep that encloses all the weight he has in him.

You still stop to look at that pile of blankets for a few moments, it rises and falls together with his breathing. His ears stick out from under the sheets, vibrate every now and then in small and rapid movements.

"Leona..." You murmur, without raising your voice too much; you know that deep down there's no need. A rattle rises, but no movement comes.

“Leona…” you call again, as you place the tray next to him. You know that hunger can wake him up more than you could.

It makes you laugh when the first thing that appears under the sun's rays penetrating through the shutters is his nose, which silently leans towards the scent of abundant roasted bacon.

Lots of meat, some eggs, some bread and butter, something sweet but not too much, juice as needed and more meat. Then next to his portions there is also what you like, because breakfast is for you two in theory, but you already know in principle that you won't touch food.

You give him time to emerge from his hiding place while you go to fully raise the shutters. He complains, but doesn’t articulate intelligible words.

Leona doesn't thank you, but his stomach does it for him, loudly. You laugh and he huffs as you sit on the edge of his bed.

"Good morning your highness!"

His green eyes dart at you grimly, but they don't linger long, preferring to return to the food as he carries the tray across his lap: "Are you in a good mood this morning?"

At least one of us has to try hard to be, you think, but you'd rather die than say it out loud.

“I just want to spend time with you, and today we have the day off, right?” Yours is obviously an attempt.

"I am tired." He replies with his mouth full.

Well, you shouldn't feel overly discouraged, after all you expected it. Be strong, be strong for him. He puts up with his tantrums because he's putting up with worse.

You watch him eat in silence, and slowly your positivity begins to wane, subjugated by a flood of doubts that you don't even know how to recognize.

Well, you can spend the day complaining to someone, the Heartslabyul guys stuck around, right? Or you could pay a visit to Scarabia, or one of the other dormitories. It's not that there aren't many ways to spend your days off there. You will return to Leona's in the evening. Maybe he will want to be with you more.

As you predicted, he doesn't bother advancing what you like, but you can't get mad, even if you're sorry about this. You wonder if he sees how much you are trying to make him better, how worried you are about him, and how afraid you are of only making it worse.

Does he know you love him?

And at that moment, he unexpectedly looks at you, catches you off guard like a good predator. He stands still as he watches you, suddenly sentient.

The state he finds you in is different from what he expected: you seemed so happy this morning, but now it looks like you are about to break. He sees your doubts gathering in your eyes and he's almost mesmerized by it, because he realizes you've hidden them from him so well up until that moment.

You, always careful not to hurt his pride with your concern, yet always, constantly feeling sorry for him. How could he not notice?

You clear your throat and escape him, trotting back around his room as if nothing had happened. He watches you sort through his clothes and his belongings that he doesn't even remember he has.

He looks at the now empty plates and sighs.

“Herbivore…” he calls you, setting aside blankets and tray to get up.

You hum back without turning around, as you fold a shirt left on a random chair.

"Little lion..." This time it's an experiment on his part, and your surprised smile somehow hurts him. He took you for granted, didn't he? He can't afford to hurt you too. He can’t face your happiness away from him.

“How long have I been part of your pride?” You ask him without being able to hold back that dig. His arm goes around your waist as his chin rests on your shoulder. You hear him swallow.

His voice is deep, still with a lethargic note that is slowly evaporating: “since when you are so hungry… I think I ate your breakfast too, didn't I?”

A slight smile opens on your lips: "well, I didn't stop you."

Who are you? What did you do with Leona?

For a moment he takes his time to look at your reflections drawn on the shiny mirror surface in front of you: you and him, you in his arms. You wanted this, he knows it.

“Let's go get something for you.”

You sigh, placing a hand on his cheek: "I don't like eating alone."

"I didn't say you will eat alone, I still have room."

You turn to look at him amused, but what you find is not an ironic, tired or bored look. His brows furrow as he holds you against him, he looks at you and for a second you think he's about to cry.

It's not like that, of course, but his eyes pour so much emotion into you that you think you can't hold those emerald irises anymore.

There is a murmur from him, but you don't understand. You want to ask him to repeat it, but before you can you are completely engulfed in him, and only three words are blown into your ear:

“You are my pride.”

[acesofspadess]

Avocados...

a/n: its the big three...

summary: Louis ends up talking about his relationship with you and avocados

The news had been out for a few months now that you, Louis, Niall and Harry were in a committed relationship. And while it wasn't exactly news to your fans who had predicted it since you had all met during the One Direction days, people had opinions they felt had to be heard. You four already kept your personal lives to yourselves, but the occasional ‘my girlfriend’ or ‘my boyfriend’ would present itself in interviews or shows.

Louis was at LADbible for a day of interviews  and was currently doing a snack war.

“You know i feel really bad for saying this because i actually really fucking hate baked beans.” He looked up at the crew in front of him, seeing their faces. “I must be one of the only men in England- or only person in England that hates baked beans, yeah.” He brought the plate to his side listening to Becky, a crew member, try and give him the easiest way to eat it. 

“Go on, let me.” he flipped his eyesight to the other bowl. “And what have we got here? What's this?” he put down the fork before switching back to the beans. “I'll come to this in a sec shall? Right. Oh, i fucking hate beans, do you know what? For you lot, though, I will give it a go. Oh, H will never let me live this down.” He sprinkled some cheese on top, completely missing his mention of one of his significant others. “It must be fifteen years since I've had some beans.”

He listened to Becky explain what was in the bowls, apologizing for not explaining himself. “I don't know, they're just weird.” was his response to why he didn't like it. He took the smallest bite he could and chewed with a pained expression. “Oh, fucking awful, man. Oh that's gross, man.” he shook his head hoping that would diminish the taste from his mouth.

“Right, mac and cheese, fucking staple.” he moved onto the bowl of pasta after taking a drink to rid the taste of beans from his mouth. “Again ‘american’ right? Cause it looks Italian to me.” he took a hefty bite and relaxed in his chair. “Banging though. I had a lot of mac and cheese, or a lot of cheesy pasta, growing up as a kid. To be fair, for my little lad Freddie, my girlfriend - who is half Italian, makes him a lot of cheesy pasta, so… I'd have to go with that.”

“Is there anything else she makes for him? Or is that like the staple?” Becky asked out of pure curiosity.

“My fans are gonna hate me for this, she makes a lot of food from her Trinidad side and one thing we always have in the house is avocados, Freddie loves it when she makes them. She makes those and - i know it's not the right wording but like candied bananas. Those are really good. Actually-”

He took out his phone from his pocket and tapped a few buttons before the facetime ringing was heard. “I really hope she answers otherwise that would be-” he cocked his head with a laugh and watched as the call connected, your beautiful face popping up on the screen.

“Hey love.” a smile so big was plastered on his face as he saw you. “Hey Lou. I thought you were filming still?” your washed Trini accent was heard through the phone, confusion laced within. “I am,” he walked in a circle to show you and laughed. “I don't think you should be on your phone in the middle of an interview, Lou.”

“No I'm not. I wanted to ask you a question though.” The phone was now visible for the cameras to see and they could see you cock your head with questions. “Alright then.” 

“When you make avocados for us you make like this candied banana but i forgot what they're called and i don't want to keep saying ‘candy bananas’ like a wanker.”

Your laugh as well as others was heard and he just shook his head at you. “Its fried plantains Lou. and you can have them sweet or salty. Just like avos.” he was mesmerized with the way you spoke about things from your culture, “Thank you love.”

“Was that it?” you asked, adjusting your sunglasses as you walked out of the shade. “What are you doing and who are you with?” he asked, remembering the second laugh he heard. “I'm with Ni right now. We just went out to this little cafe before going back to the studio where H and Freddie are.” you showed him Niall who made a silly face at lou. “Alright love, I will call you when I'm done. Love you both.” 

Niall who was no longer in frame was heard shouting an ‘ i love you’ back and you giggled. “I love you Lou.”

“Give my love to H and Freddie will you?”

“Of course Lou.”

“Alright , alright, I'll see you later.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

And as he went to hang up Niall's second ‘love you’ was briefly heard. “Right, fried plantains and ‘avos’ as my girlfriend says. The only way I eat them. Fucking avocados man.”

[yoomiwritingstuff]

Apartment Number 713

nanami kento x f!neighbor!reader

renting a place for yourself doesn't sound so bad. especially when a certain blonde grade one jujutsu sorcerer keeps stealing your attention — and maybe even your heart as well.

words: 1k

“gosh why is staring up at the ceiling so entertaining?”

you've been talking to yourself out loud for the past hour now. this has got to be one of the greatest nights of your stay here in this city – just sprawled on your bed with absolutely nothing to do.

it's been awhile since you've had your own quiet time after you've started living alone, eager to be an independent adult. juggling your studies and part-time job are such a hassle and it can be annoyingly stressful trying to balance the time you put in them. as you predicted, it strained relationships you have with people around you. not to mention, it also affects your health, and self-care is thrown out the window.

you can feel your stomach starting to hurt from hunger and from all that lazing about, prompting you to stand up from your bed to get to your kitchen. as you were about to look in your fridge while planning a schedule to buy groceries in your head, a knock from outside makes you halt.

your stomach growls in protest when you decide to check who the person that interrupted your relaxation was.

what you didn't account to see was nanami kento — the good-looking man whom you share a floor with — knocking on your door this evening and randomly asking if you wanted to eat something he cooked.

talk about impeccable timing.

confused yet appreciative of the offer, you could only nod and stand there watching as he went back inside his own apartment, and returned with plates full of delicious dishes that had you almost salivating.

“w-wait, are you sure you're just going to give all these to me?”

“my date cancelled out of the blue and i'd rather quickly clean up everything i prepared so i wouldn't be reminded of this disaster once i go to sleep.”

that certainly wasn't the answer you were expecting from all that seriousness and intimidating aura he seems to possess.

caught off guard at his blunt reply — like damn you didn't need to know that much, now you felt kind of sorry for him — you continued to stare back and forth at the man and the food he was holding while you tried to utter something.

at the very least you just wished he just told you ‘yes i don't really mind’ or even just a stern yet polite ‘please accept it and we can go on our separate ways’ but no. nanami just had to tell you someone ditched him and left him alone to eat the dinner he made.

how were you supposed to simply accept the free food, knowing he's probably going to sulk around in his own room wondering why his date didn't show? nanami wouldn't do that but you didn't know better.

the urge to be more friendly and welcoming threatened to come out of you then. you knew that particular feeling of loneliness brought by being alone all too well recently. doing something nice for him in return for what he gave you wouldn't hurt anyone.

you just hope nanami wouldn't think anything ill about the sudden casualness in your behaviour towards him.

again, you didn't really know the guy.

sure, you've seen each other in passing a couple of times before and even exchanged greetings and idle chat, but this interaction is definitely new territory for the both of you. heck the two of you are currently in front of one another, and you're here stuck in your thoughts conjuring up the courage to finally befriend the handsome neighbor you've been curious about ever since you moved here.

cringing internally, you suppose you have nothing to lose anyway. the worst he could do is reject your offer, making it awkward for you in the future to interact further with the man. you either go big or go home.

“well since it would be a waste of your effort to just ditch everything, would you be okay if i was the one accompanying you right now?”

you see him slightly tense. biting your lip, you waited anxiously for what he'll say.

he briefly meets your eyes, deciphering whether or not you were serious. the intensity of his gaze suddenly makes you feel self-conscious about the way you're dressed in comparison to him.

nanami as always, was wearing something sophisticated befitting a businessman (or so you thought that was his job). a white dress shirt paired with light beige suit pants and black slippers complete his whole outfit meanwhile you're just in your plain favorite oversized sweater and shorts.

you unconsciously grip the hem of your top, avoiding any eye contact with the older man. you hear him sigh, grimacing at the way it sounded. you guess being awkward with him for the rest of your life it is.

“only if you're comfortable enough to stay with me through the entire night.”

startled at his calm acceptance, you gazed back at him with more interest. though nanami wasn't looking at you anymore, you're sure you see the faintest redness on his cheeks if you squint. this makes you put on a small smile for him to see. he clears his throat and directs his attention to you again.

“you'll be alright with eating at my place?”

he asks after a few seconds. you then gave him a little noise of confirmation. a ghost of a smile can be seen in nanami's mouth but you pretend you don't notice to stop yourself from swooning. he tells you he'll return the food back to his apartment and will wait for you there.

once you were sure he was gone, you quickly ran to your bedroom and screamed with your face flat against your pillows. you can't stop the little giggles that erupt from your chest as your feet swing back and forth in the air.

you can't believe that just happened!

you're eating with nanami tonight! just you and him sitting there all alone in his apartment, spending time getting to know each other.

you could just die right about now!

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oh my god you're eating with nanami tonight with just you and him in his apartment?!

dread abruptly stops the flutters you feel in your body.

how exactly were you, a working college student who barely even gets out with her friends nowadays, going to act with nanami, an older attractive man who must surely have his life together?!

you for real could die right about now.

next part → (soon)

[daenakills]

Just An Accident 2

Tommy shelby x Original Female Character, Alfie Solomons x Original Female character. (it also works like reader cuz she doesn't have any descriptions or name)

Warning: mentions of smut, cheating, unhappy marriage, thomas being kinda neglectful.

Sorry for making Tommy such a bad husband but it's necessary for making the story go on 💋

She was feeling so much adrenaline, she was going to be honest, this whole part of fucking a man who wasn't her wretch of a husband made her feel like she was an adventurer.

When she finished eating with the children and taking them to play she went to her room to give some food to the man with whom she had had that crazy night. Come on, she knew they were nothing, but she wasn't going to leave him without food. Imagine that you are the only one who wanted to fuck a woman and that woman doesn't give you any breakfast.

But all she found was the unmade bed and Alfie gone. She was upset that there wasn't even a letter saying goodbye to her or that he had at least made the bed.

 

It was already night and she didn't even notice. All day just thinking about him, she thought so much about him that she began to remember the night before.

She could hear the way the bed creaked while he fucked her.

"You like this?" he said as he touched her breast and whispered small "Yeah, you obviously fuckin' like it." It was so embarrassing but before she could feel any more embarrassed he pushed her cock so hard she felt like she had him in her stomach. This was glory.

Now she covered her mouth while she thought about it. There were so many things that she did with alcohol.

She didn't have time to think of anything else when Tommy arrived.

"Thomas, is something wrong?"

"There is going to be an important event today, I'll take the children for a moment."

She was paralyzed that he said that to her. It seemed like he didn't care if she didn't want to.

"And me? I won't go?"

"No, I already have a companion to that event"

"I'm your fucking wife Thomas."

"And? Nobody is denying you or asking for proof that you are my wife."

"You're a motherfucker, you know?" She said yelling at him. "I won't let you take my children"

"They are my children too, so much so that you complain that I don't take them for a walk among other things, well, here is your opportunity to let me take a walk with them for a while."

"You know that's not the problem, Thomas Shelby. The problem is that you're bringing another woman to take my place." She screamed.

"Come on, you know lately things aren't the same between us so why the fuck do you care? Literally the whole world knows you're my wife. This is my last word." he yelled.

And when he least expected it she was there trying to make him stop taking them. She obviously didn't make it.

She tried to cry but then she thought better of it. One crying and the other at a party dancing, how ironic. She felt pathetic as always. All she could do was go to bed.

Being there she began to think back to the night before, how Alfie touched her, and how much she wanted to repeat that experience one more time.

It was morning, when she was going down the stairs and reaching the dining room he was surprised when he saw Thomas and the children eating and laughing together.

"My love, what are you laughing at? I hope you don't have too much fun without Mommy." she said to her son.

"Yesterday we met dad's friend."

"Really? I hope you had fun together." She decided to sit down and eat, she knew they were talking but she ignored them. For the first time in her life, she didn't care what they said.

And just as she had predicted, Thomas was slowly making that woman replace her. She tried to avoid it of course, she even ran away with the children once.

Always failed attempts. But what made her stop trying was what her daughter had said to her father while she thought she wasn't listening.

"I really like her, in fact I like her a little better than mom. Mommy lately only complains and tries to separate us from you and your friend, daddy."

"But you won't let her, will you?" Thomas said as he caressed his daughter's face.

"Nope, she'll have to accept it"

She had broken his heart, her own daughter liked that woman better. Then she began to realize that Thomas intentionally left the doors open so that she could hear how her children talked about her, what broke the camel's back was when she heard her son say that he didn't like her, and that she was boring.

But obviously, Thomas's lover was the perfect woman for them.

She gave up.

It had already been 6 weeks since those things. She had only been in charge of cleaning, despite the fact that her employees told her not to do it, she needed a catharsis.

That day, while she was cleaning, Thomas spoke to her.

“Hi" he said.

"Hi"

"I came to tell you that I am going to a meeting today and I was planning for you to come with me"

"Pardon?" she said stunned by the proposal.

"I was saying it in case you wanted to talk to your friends and stuff. If you don't want to, I can do that-"

He didn't finish speaking and she had already interrupted him saying that she could go. It was already night, she had spent the whole day waiting for the moment in which she would finally get out of her prison.

"Are you ready? They already came looking for us" She nodded, as she walked.

When she arrived at the meeting, she realized that it was not just a meeting, but a party.

"You didn't tell me we were coming to a party"

"You didn't ask me"

They had entered the site and within a minute they already had a man talking to Tommy. She hadn't seen him before. There were a lot of people she didn't know.

The one she did know was the man she approached after.

“Hi, mate. And who's this beautiful young lady?” She was surprised that he didn't recognize her, was she forgettable?

"She's my wife."

"Ah" He kept looking at her and in the moment she realized that he did remember her. She could only tell that he was smirking and that probably he would use that information later. Thomas talked to him about some things but she didn't pay much attention. 

In fact, Thomas moved her a little away from where they were so she wouldn't listen. She remembered when she trusted her husband and her husband trusted her.

But that was before.

When they finished talking she saw Thomas start a conversation with a woman, he didn't even wonder who she was anymore.

What took her gaze from Thomas's from her was seeing Mr. Solomons approaching her.

"You're so miserable" He said as he approached, not saying a hello or anything. "It saddens me, mate"

"Could we talk somewhere a little more...private?" She began to take him to a place where there were almost no people to talk to.

"Look, the thing between both of us... it was a little accident that I know we can both keep up with, right?"

"Fuckin' unbelievable you are.” he said smiling mischievously.

[forbidding-souda]

Hello, I was wondering if I could request Teruteru with a really competitive Ultimate Baker S/O?

Teruteru Hanamura with a competitive SHSL Baker S/O

Enjoy my sweet little fic

requests are closed until i finish more of them but finals are almost over so w.

-Mod Souda

You take a lick from some batter off the spoon before tossing it in the sink. 

It's as if he can taste it secondhand, "Doesn't that look yummy?"

Teruteru draws out the last word, but you hardly even process it. A deep state of concentration distracts you from any of his lurking. Your hands grip the spatula and metal bowl as tightly as possible, and your back is straightened in the best posture you can manage. At the same time, you pour the perfect amount of batter into the cupcake tray. You don't struggle; being the SHSL Baker, your little projects like this come effortlessly.

"Delicious," he comments again. Is he trying to distract you? 

You steal a glance, seeing his batch already in the oven on his side of the kitchen, the special part of the cafeteria that Hope's Peak provides for chef-related talents. A heat rises on your cheeks. His efficiency, his confidence, it's all a challenge you're always ready to take on. The thrill of the competition fuels your every move. 

Another of your successful batches is now on its way to your oven. Although this set of ingredients is relatively simple, it'll always beat Teruteru's store-bought concoction. As you approach the appliance, you notice a bit of a shiny liquid in front of it. You stop immediately before dipping your toe in. The density doesn't faze you. However, you find yourself rather intrigued about where it comes from. This is definitely separate from any mess you'd have made.

"Teruteru."

"Yes?"

"Did you spill this here?" You lift your shoe a bit, showing off the shiny tip. His cheeks flash red, and his eyes dart between your feet to you, where you stare at him intensely.

"I-I have no idea what you're inferring."

You furrow your brows. "I wasn't inferring anything. It was a question."

Inferring? After thinking about his predictable behavior, you realize he might have been betting that you would slip, possibly spilling the batter all over your body.

You just shake your head, staying where you are while you reach to open the preheated oven and place your tray in. 

When he squints at your facial expression, he slightly frowns at the sight, the crease of your brow, and the tightening of your lips. It impacted you more than he thought it would.

He huffs. "Maybe it was an accident."

"That's not playing fair."

"It would have been worth it," he chews on the inside of his cheek, trying to swallow down the drool that threatens to come out. In a surprising notion, you smile at him, small but shocking. Upset at him? Never for too long. His sense of humor has always been charming.

"Fine, it would have been funny."

When you turn away, his eyes linger on your rolled-up sleeves and the bare skin of your forearms. Gorgeous.

You wipe down your station, something he'd rather watch you do than clean his own, and he eyes your adorable fingers when you wash your hands. "What should we do while we wait," you ask. "Don't say anything sex-related."

A small window lets in the bright sunlight. Teruteru walks over and looks out to the yard outside, seeing some students from other classes sitting and eating lunch together. 

"Ooh, it looks warm outside."

You shake your head. "If we go outside we might miss the timer, we don't know how long it will take us to come back in."

"Our phones have timers," he says, thinking of the sun and how romantic it would be if the two of you sat outside on the grass, maybe with fruit in your hands and smiles on your faces. 

"I literally just said we don't know how long it will take us to come back in. You can go outside if you want but I'm not saving your cupcakes from burning."

"Ouch, sugar, you wouldn't do it for me?"

"No," you smile, watching the activity outside. 

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"Hmm, overflow. That's crazy." Your sarcastic tone makes Teruteru squint at his cupcakes. What had he done wrong? You take a finger and dip it into the frosting Teruteru mixed together. It's very sweet, possibly how he likes it, but it's far from what you've learned to be the perfect mix of sugar and vanilla.

Your work is still in the oven and every once in a while, you'll peek in to ensure it's doing its job. At one point, he watched you doing the I got my eye on you motion to it.

You lean closer to him, mockingly. "It should be about three tablespoons, it seems like you did five."

"Just wait until I challenge you to things I'm good at," he says, "Beluga caviar? Patagonian toothfish? Truffles?"

"Truffles aren't hard."

"I'm just saying." His smile grows lopsided with immense joy. Before you can respond, your oven goes off. A small noise of surprise leaves you before you turn away from him and grab an oven mitt. He's seen you pull trays out without oven mitts when you were in a hurry. It was both scary and attractive, he had put his hands in yours to feel their striking warmth.

This time, you decide to be safer to save him the anxiety. The pale, plush tops and the lovely smell of baked goods make his mouth water. A cocky smile falls onto your face, "Perfection."

"Jeez." He says.

You place the tray down, having to avoid the oil at all costs, and remove the oven mitts, rubbing your hands together. Many months ago, you would have rushed to decorate them and cover them with sprinkles before anybody could even look at them. Now, after sharing a kitchen with Teruteru (and starting your little competitions), you've been okay with people seeing the work-in-progress. You don't know where the change came from. Probably the fascination you had when everybody was ooh-ing over watching him cook and how you wanted to see how people would react to watching you bake. But even now, he is the only person continuously watching you cook. Perhaps out of attraction, which is fine, inviting, or maybe just to study you and steal your recipes. If he dares...

The frosting you prepared is a soft pink, mixed with dye and flavored like strawberries. Staring down at them, you wonder if they would look cute with mini-cut strawberries on top of them. That might be overboard, which wouldn't be unexpected from a student here. This is a simple competition, after all. 

Before you know it, Teruteru is working on frosting his cupcakes, his tongue sticking out between his lips with concentration. The swirls are perfectly measured, they don't spill over the sides, and their aesthetic is pleasing to the eye. 

But you can do better. You swirl the frosting into layers, the pattern forming a rose, each petal thin and curved. Those strawberries don't seem like a bad idea now. 

He started frosting first, but you finished quicker. His hands are delicate and careful; he's so engaged in these cupcakes. "Grab one and try it," he says without looking up. 

You reach for the one closest to you, careful not to ruin the frosting job, examining it closely before taking a bite. The cupcake is warm and tastes more fresh than you could have imagined. Teruteru's baking is exquisite and unique, and his versatility is admirable; no wonder he holds himself so highly.

You bite into yours next, comparing the flavors. You close your eyes in pleasure with the taste of your own cooking. Excellent, it tastes like heaven. The frosting is silky against your tongue, melting with the warmth of your mouth. 

"I'm so good at this," you say through your chewing. "Do you wanna try it?"

He stares at your hand as you offer him the cupcake you have already bit into. He takes it slowly, eyeing where your mouth was. He bites into it. 

His eyes widen, and he starts to nod. "Better than usual."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

He laughs, takes another bite, and throws a thumbs up. All you do is roll your eyes and continue eating his.

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When you first stepped into class and learned there was a SHSL Chef you put him on your assassination list. He felt the exact opposite.

He always lurks and watches you bake, at first it was because you're hot. But ever since you started entertaining him and explaining your process, he realized how different your cooking styles are outside of the different forms of food. He put a lot of thought into the ingredients while you put thought into the presentation. He used measuring cups while you measure with your instinct.

The two of you, at least once a week, present your deserts to the class for them to try and rate. You win most of them until it came to creating your own ice cream, where Teruteru succeeded the most.

Frosting kisses! Mostly of the frosting you make because it's way better than his.

I imagine he kisses the back of your hand a lot whenever you win, he's not a sore loser since he knows your baking is better, since obviously you would. The classmates love both of your treats, plus you give him the sweetest compliments after your passive aggressive jabs.

You allow him to bake your birthday cake each year while you try your hardest not to critique it.

You adore his cooking and never hesitate to compliment them and tell him how much you love him.

Every time you visit his mom you bring cupcakes for the household and bake her many many layered cakes for her birthdays.

[lion-buddy]

Hey! I love your blog :)

Can you go into detail about why Nezuko is your favorite character?

oohhh. ive been, enabled.

Ty anon

Just to begin, nezukos design already checks a lot of boxes for me:

- multi colored hair 

- purple/pink/orange/red color scheme (she looks like a sunset :]) 

- The long socks/legs wraps (idk the correct term sry)

- Fangs and claws and cat eyes >:3c

- Star-like pattern on her kimono 

     I also really like her voice. (Tho I Adore all the voice acting in kny. It never misses) I think Akari Kito does a really good job at differentiating her human and demon mannerisms, even if most of the time it’s just conveyed through muffled hums and grunts. She does an amazing job where it really counts ESPECIALLY especially especially in ep 7 season 2. Not to fangirl but Oh my god I don’t think I’ve ever anticipated anything more in my life. You have No idea how excited I was for the ep to drop. Every week I was just counting down the eps, trying to predict what weekend it release. And it was so worth the wait. It was. SO GOOD. The animation was amazing, the score never missed a beat (i already have a whole ramble talking abt the ost in that one scene), and the voice acting was perfect on all ends. I will always love how Akari Kito lowered her voice to better fit the berserker nezuko persona. I love how ufotable added these nice little details that helped each scene transition so nicely. The sound design was so good. Words cant describe how much adrenaline was running through my body while watching all that! And I know that sounds weird, being that excited abt a single ep, but I had been waiting for that for years dude. And, the idea that it would drop almost didn’t seem real. Nezuko vs Daki is probably one of my favorite fights in the series! From the initial reveal to when nezuko falls asleep, I adore the way it develops nezuko and tackles the issues around being a demon that I was hoping would be addressed! How despite her initial intentions, strong emotions can block out reason and thought, and cause yourself to become blindsided from logic. And in this case, it let’s her demonic tendencies take control. It’s. SO INTERESTING AHH. 

and while i love all that potential for her character set up that ep, i don’t like how berserker Nezuko was handled later. As in how after the RLD arc, berserker nezuko is not really addressed again despite what almost happened. And when she does come back she’s perfectly fine and in complete control and tanjiro doesn’t seem worried at all despite the fact that the last time he saw his sister like that he had to restrain her from trying to eat someone. But never mind that, I don't want to be bitter. My point is that I really really like that ep and what it sets up for nezukos character (even if what was set up was not acted upon as much as I hoped it would be later) and it will always have a special place in my heart.

     And on the topic of fights, I also think her fighting style is super cool and fun to watch (and this is aided by the beautiful animation). It helps her stand out from the rest of the cast in which a majority fight with swords. And, I also think her not talking is an important character trait.  Because with a main cast of 4, 3 of which are all varying levels of loud, having nezuko not talk helps her stand out in a group that is constantly yelling. And all of this holds up for me despite having an au entirely focused on if she could talk. that is purely for my self indulgence <:D. 

      Ok so. Want to address something that is always kinda a constant “Elephant in the Room” for me because, as a character in the story of kny, if I’m being honest with myself, most of my interest in nezuko doesn’t come from the actual story we’re given. Hell, my favorite dynamic is the nezuko and makomo friendship we see in the side series and it’s not even canon nor ever could be :,) (read kimetsu academy). Dont get me wrong tho, i get so happy any time i see nezuko. i cant think of a moment in the series where i wasn't happy to see her on screen. But, compared to other characters, especially as secondary main character, her development is harder to follow. That doesn’t mean there isn’t any tho, she’s just kinda, sidelined. And since she doesn’t speak, it means development she does get isn’t spoken, which I think is both consistent with her character while also being sort of a detriment. 

     Ok so, initially this next section was a 5+ paragraph ramble that I decided was too negative to keep in and could honestly be it’s own post. and on top of all that was. kinda hard to follow. I don’t want this to be a critique of the series, I want it to be abt why I like it :D. So to put this short a sweet, a lot of questions i had weren’t given a lot of attention. Or, weren’t always handled amazingly <:). i.e Berserker Nezuko.  because the thing is, Nezukos story has a really really intriguing beginning. You're left there asking so many questions. Is nezuko going to be able to stay in control of herself? How is she going to ensure that? Can she talk without the muzzle? How is Tanjiro going to handle not being able to interact with his sister? How is she going to react to other people? How are they going to turn her human? Does she need to eat? Does she remember what happened to her family? 

   So asking all this, a lot of my thoughts are more inspired by what could have been, or trying to interpret or expand on moments we are given. And, fun fact, on the side Ive actually been taking the time to write out and reason why nezuko is the way she is because I’m. Just like that I guess! Not everything needs an answer, but I like to try and connect dots where I can and come up with an answer myself. Cuz something I always address when talking abt nezuko was how underutilized she was. And while just spatting a doc full of head-cannon info is one thing, (which will probably never see the light of day because. My god that thing is a transcription directly from my under stimulated school brain and is therefore incomprehensible) it’s more fun to think abt this info being conveyed through the story. And on that note, here are a few plot points that the series sets up that I think could have been neat and given Nezuko more meaningful screen time!

- more talk with Tamayo and demon biology. I think it’s super interesting and could lead to some interesting conversation and an explanation for beserker Nezuko. (Because if I’m genuinely bitter abt anything it’s the beserker nezuko plot line). I also like Tamayo and sad we didn’t get see her that much. Tanjiro is the Concerned Older Brother I and I feel he would have questions to ask, especially after the RDL arc. 

- More downtime focus between her and tanjiro. (This is a Big one for me I think abt it A Lot). We get hints of it like after Mugen Train and I think could have been really interesting to see how the two communicate despite their circumstances. we also get a bit between them in the side stories with that flower short and i literally cried when i read that. :’) i want more content of them so badly 

- A nezuko arc that covers the time when tanjiro and the rest of the gang are recovering from the events of the entertainment district. I wanna know what was she up to! (I do have wip a comic written and sketched abt this exact question but. Motivation is a bitch </3)

- Nezuko and zenitsu. I’m so sad the anime cut what little bit we had in the manga I wanna see them hanging out in a flower field being friends. It would make their end game seem more, natural, seeing we don’t get a lot of content about them vibing sunrise countdown.  - More interaction with the pillars. Maybe not with nezuko specifically but I just want more pillar content outside of battle, maybe with some focus on the enigma that is Nezuko. how having a demon in the corps affects their moral codes a whatnot.  

- I wanna see Inosuke and Nezuko fight together. I feel their fighting styles would complement each other well

- NEZUKO AND GENYA. The two foils should have been allowed to interact together after the swordsmith village. It could give Nezuko an opportunity to talk more now that she can. I feel nezuko and Genya are really similar not just in abilities (and yknow. Being foils and all) but personality. It could be an opportunity for her to finally share how she feels about being a demon with someone who also knows how it feels. There’s. SO much potential ough. 

(i would expand on these ideas myself in this post but my brain does not organize like that so </3. i love to think abt nezuko as a character A Lot, but putting those thoughts down in a coherent manner takes a lot of effort for me, so if i ever do they would be their own posts.)     

but either way, I go crazy when people make Nezuko content especially around concepts like these. they are so much fun to interact with. But. Yeah, Nezuko gets side lined a lot in kny, and despite that she’s still my fav because she had so much potential. But kny is a shorter series with not a lot of in-between fluff, especially in the later chapters, so ofc not everything would have time to be addressed. I just think it’s fun to, instead of being upset at this, just make what I wanted to see, and look for content by others to see how they interpret the character. Because people have such good ideas. there are a lot of cool people in this fandom and I’m happy to be apart of it :D

[infinitydivine]

Tbh Calling someone a womanizer or making such bold statements is so weird.. don't get me wrong I'm just mentioning what I've observed from many readings mostly the people who call him such stuff are people who already have a "mentality/personality" about him (somehow it's just visible in the way they talk or read the cards) and if you clearly see they don't even seem to understand/accept that what they are saying is just a prediction and nothing more..and also I've heard that while doing such stuff your mind should be free and unbiased otherwise you would receive the answers you wanna receive...

On the other hand mostly the readers who legit aren't aware of him much or people who are unbiased say that he doesn't give off such vibes at all!!! He's definitely have been through relationships before it's visible i don't think we even need to do readings on him for that... he's literally also an adult after all- At the end of the day people really need to understand the fact that "tarot readings" are solely done for entertainment purposes only and people need to be really good and experienced at it to read the energies...readings and shuffling cards is something anyone can do but spirits doesn't always connect or give right and accurate answers to everyone neither they can give the exact information..you might see a lot of prediction videos about him on Tumblr or yt but please don't just believe in everything you see on the internet half of them are literally just using him for views and creating unnecessary drama to gain followers and stuff!!!! Everyone have a different way of reading the cards..some people things just to create drama and tea...you all need to understand that a respectful and trustful tarot reader would definitely not leak everything about their Life on the internet neither they can get such private information....

There's a lot of Karma from our past Life as well (I've heard that I'm not saying I'm right) which not only twinflames have to clear but every human have to somehow...

People need to understand that if TAROT readers are saying he's not in a relationship it might be true coz Vibes and actions of a person speaks a lot and on the other hand even if he is in one does it really matter!?? It's not like people won't be in relationships before dating their life partner...and the age he's in do you really think he'll be thinking about getting married yet!? Idk why you all make such a fuss about him not being in a relationship like seriously not everyone's priority is to be in a relationship and your past relationships can definitely make you realise a lot! Stop making such bold comments and guessing someone's personal life when we don't know anything at all...He's a human afterall not a God neither a devil!! Tarot can not predict accurately ofcourse but why do you all believe when people say he's a "womanizer" and not when he's not in a "relationship"!?? It speaks a lot louder- if today tarot readers say he is in a relationship you all will still be in denial..

Don't get me wrong my words are just for those people who are literally making unwanted theories and stuff about his personal and dating life...you all need to stop at the end of the day the real fs is gotta be the one he'll marry and there are always chances like 50% that tarot readings might come true and 50% chances it would not coz as of now they are just reading their current energy. Don't believe in what they say!? don't comment and eat TAROT readers brains they have a life too...they aren't asking you to believe in what they say. WAIT for the day they confirm it themselves future isn't set in a stone please leave him and tarot readers alone!!!!!

*hope that i wasn't disrespectful*

No dear you were not disrespectful at all. You have every right to state your opinions here on my blog. Here you see I can't control what others send to me, even after continuously reminding everyone about my rules, they still send me difficult asks to answer. But now I am just ignoring them and blocking them.

People are gonna talk about legit everything about JK. So let's just ignore them altogether.

Thank you for your words.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: The way none of them would shut up no matter how hard I tried -Danny

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xix: Parallel Truths

Cat's tongue licked what she thought was a drop of sweat and got the metallic taste of blood, she spat it out right away.

"Gross!"

"You knew the widow," Clint pointed out. "Care to tell me who she is?"

"Hey, I can hear you!" Cat brushed off the blood dripping from her eyebrow. "She was the other gorgon."

"Your partner was a black widow?" Clint looked up to the sky. "You gotta be kidding me... Was she looking for you?"

"She was here for you," Cat pressed the button on her earpiece so the mask covered her face, stopping more blood from getting into her mouth. "You saw her move Kate out of the way, she's never killed anyone she doesn't have to... unlike me."

Clint kicked the bullets that were sprawled on the floor. "Fantastic!"

"Let's just call it a night— you've been electrocuted, hit, and slapped— I'm bleeding for the first time in years and my ears are buzzing so can we just... go?"

"The Rolex," was the only thing he said back.

"Kate got it. Whose Rolex is it?"

He shook his head. "Laura. Let's go back and think this through."

"We can't go to my apartment, the gorgon knows where I live."

"I know a place."

"Hey..." she called, "the widow knows where my ex-boyfriend lives, she probably won't go near him, but..."

He nodded. "Let me know if something happens."

"I will."

Cat knocked on the door. Yelena was talking loud enough so she could hear her.

"Stop with the formalities, don't waste our time!"

Cat teleported to the inside of Kate's apartment. "I didn't know this was a party!" She said cheerfully. "Hope you don't mind me crashing it."

Kate gave a reluctant step forward, and when Yelena didn't stop her she kept going. "Can we get her out of here? I'm—"

"Hey!" Yelena pointed at a casserole in the middle of the surface. "I made dinner! Don't kick me out!"

"Wha— you knew Cat was coming?"

"Of course, she's very predictable," Yelena shrugged. "Always trying to take home every stranger she finds—"

"Okay, I think it's time you see yourself out—"

"I'm not here to fight you," Yelena threw her head back groaning. "Can you bring your girlfriend over here so we can all talk?"

Cat grabbed Kate by the elbow and pushed her forward gently. The archer gave her a questioning look. "She'll get out of here soon, I promise."

"I would say you're a prince charming, but you would need to look cleaner," Yelena pointed at the blood on her face. Cat had changed into civilian clothes before showing up, but her hair was still silver and her eyes remained purple and feline.

"Are you okay?" Kate asked. "I'm sorry about the arrow, I didn't know you were sensitive to sound—"

"Me neither!" Yelena chuckled. "I also didn't know her cape was bulletproof, I thought she just liked looking stupid—"

"Get to the point."

"I'm not here to speak with you," Yelena turned her body in Kate's direction. "Hi. You're probably thinking 'what? This is crazy! I'm going to have dinner with the enemy? And she made some really good smelling macaroni.'"

"The only thing you know how to cook..." Cat muttered.

Yelena kicked her foot and spoke in Russian. "I said no talking!"

"Then hurry up," Cat responded in the same language.

"Grumpy cat," Yelena scoffed. "Look, Kate Bishop, if I wanted to kill you—"

"You would've already," Kate stated.

"Right as you opened that door," the blonde agreed.

"I probably wouldn't even have time to shut it."

"No."

"There are only two forks on the table," Cat pointed out.

"That's right. Would you like to explain that, Kate?"

"I live alone."

"How are we gonna eat if there are only two forks?" The mutant frowned.

"You have claws."

Cat's eyes reflected the light dangerously when they glared at Yelena. "I'm not an animal."

She looked down at the casserole, scrunched up her nose, and covered it with the back of her hand, which had bloodstains and caused her to gawk at the smell.

"I'll take that as a very unkind 'I'm not hungry, thank you'," Yelena grabbed a fork and started eating.

Cat encouraged Kate to grab the remaining fork, they needed to stay in Yelena's good graces. Cat got up and the blonde stopped to look at her, she raised her hands in surrender, and also to show the blood on them.

"I wanna get rid of this," the mutant explained.

Cat soaked a dish towel and cleaned her cut in rough swipes. With one hand she held her curls out of the way and went back to her seat. Kate was done eating and Yelena was pouring a disturbing amount of hot sauce on her food.

"So what do you want?" Kate took the towel from Cat and helped her clean the wound in a gentler manner.

"Well, it's my first time in New York," Yelena sang. "But is a business trip so time is limited, but I do want to see some things! I called you, Cat, to ask if you could show me around—"

"I blocked your number."

"Well, here's my ideas. I want to see, uh, the Empire state building, the new and improved statue of liberty, and the Rockefeller center."

"Haha, very funny," Kate replied, her attention on Cat's forehead.

"What, is not good?" Yelena asked with a blank expression.

Kate looked at her, then back at Cat.

"She's truly asking," Cat mumbled.

Kate tilted her body to face Yelena. "No, they're... they're great. I mean, you gotta see the tree—"

Yelena gasped, lifting her hands in realization. "Exactly! See? I love American Christmases— the trees, the presents, the superpowered reindeer Rudolph? He's so weird," she laughed. "Cat doesn't like Christmas."

"I never had a reason to celebrate," she shrugged.

Yelena had a weird expression. "All you've gotten has been given to you, and you sneer at it." They had a short staring contest before Yelena moved her attention back to Kate. "Have you ever eaten reindeer?"

"Cannot say I've had the pleasure, no."

Yelena laughed. "No, it is not a pleasure." She ate a mouthful of macaroni. "It's um— it's really tough. It's chewy. Mmhm. You have to braise it for a really long time. You remember that time before we gutted the mobster and his idiot son, Cat? And they gave us kangaroo meat?"

Cat stared at Yelena, wondering what her point was. Although she already knew it, she was trying to make Kate's loyalty crumble by talking of all the horrible things Cat had done.

"She doesn't like exotic food either, says it reminds her of the messed up things they made her eat in the lab. Did she tell you about that? She was raised like a caged beast. A pet."

"Yelena."

"But she is no pet, no no," the young woman taunted. "Not unless they buy her the shiny collars—"

Cat's hand slammed against the table, Kate jumped in her seat but Yelena merely looked at it with disdain. "Why don't I walk you out?"

"I don't want anything from you," the blonde replied harshly. "You think you can walk away, put on that stupid costume, and now you're better than me?" Yelena went back to Kate. "She is not a saint, Kate Bishop, and whatever she's told you, she's just making sure no one tries to control her like Smerdyakov did."

Cat leaned on the table. "I don't think I'm better than you, if I did, I would've kept on doing what I was doing alone."

"Isn't that the reason why Matthew left you? Because you kept doing it?"

"I didn't want to do it and you convinced me to do it—!"

"No one put a gun in your head, you did that alone."

"I trusted you," she insisted. "Nat told me—"

"Don't use her against me," Yelena spat. "You have no right."

Cat got up, supporting both hands on the table. "She trained me. It's you who has no right to use her as an excuse to be cruel—"

"You were the ones that used her!" Yelena didn't get up, but her eyes were as bright as Cat's. "You wanted your life back and used her because she had no one!"

"I didn't want anything back!" Cat said shakily. "I had friends, and a job, I was complete. Nat insisted on trying because she wanted your stupid ass back in this world!"

Yelena slammed the fork on the table and got up as well.

"Then why didn't you take her place? You had nothing to lose!"

Cat didn't have a proper answer. It should've been her instead of Natasha, just like it should've been her instead of Pietro. Guilt clung to her throat, the cut above her eyebrow was pulsing, and her hands were cold as ice.

It was always her anger that made her commit so many mistakes throughout the years. She guessed that was probably how Yelena was feeling too. Neither of them had biological families, but they'd had someone who'd loved them, and the fact that they'd died so they could live, would forever cloud their vision.

"I had a brother too," her voice was quiet. "He died while trying to save me, it was my fault, and there's no good deed that will fix that. That's why I wear the stupid collar, cause at least this way it hurts less. Can you say the same about your job?"

Yelena decided to address the third person in the room. "Kate Bishop, you grew up here too, right? Isn't it crazy that you lived in the same city as the Avengers for years and you never saw them on the street?"

"I guess..." Kate replied quietly, feeling she was lost in the conversation.

Yelena tilted her head. "Z won't show me around, probably because she doesn't even know the city enough. So how about you give me your recommendations?"

Kate's eyes darted toward the back of Cat's head, but since the mutant didn't look away from Yelena she started talking. "There's the Christmas market in union square... but I'm not quite sure those are the right fit for the blood-thirsty vigilante type."

Yelena snorted, she moved away and sat back on her chair. "The blood-thirsty vigilante! Sometimes you're funny, Kate Bishop."

"Do you keep saying my whole name just to point out that you know it?"

Yelena nodded. "Yes. I know a lot about you."

Cat sat down, staring absently at the table as Yelena described Kate's life.

"You call Zero by her hero name. You could also call her a mercenary, or mutant. Why are we different in your eyes, Kate Bishop? Why even bother to try and risk your life for Clint Barton? How has everyone forgiven them for their past?"

"Cat and Clint saved the world."

"No. My sister saved the world. Natasha Romanoff, she saved the world. Copycat watched them fall until no one was there to protect her. Oh, stop pretending like you're not surprised, it does not look cool."

"I'm sorry, but I didn't know Natasha's sister was the other gorgon," Kate admitted, taking in a harsh breath. "Thank God I didn't kill you up there!"

Yelena laughed. "You kill me? Heard that, Z? Again, Kate Bishop, you are so funny! That's hilarious, that one is the funniest."

"Natasha and Clint were friends! Why are you after him?"

"She got hired," Cat replied. "It is personal, but at least she waited until she got a proper excuse."

"How are you not freaking out about your friend trying to kill your other friend?"

"She's not my friend, and Clint is not my friend but he could be if he survives."

"Please, like you're not happy to see me," Yelena looked at Kate. "Her boyfriend found out what she was and broke up with her, and she blames me, can you believe it? But now you have someone willing to play dumb, Z! Kate, it's so clear to me you don't know each other."

"Clint and Cat came here to protect me."

"No," Yelena's eyes darkened. "They came here to protect their reputation. Copycat is a murderer. Clint Barton is the blood-thirsty vigilante. Do you know how many people they've killed? The trail of blood that follows them, it could wrap around the entire world."

"Okay, wow, that was... very Russian," Kate taunted her. "They're Avengers."

Yelena made a face. "What does that word even mean? That it holds so much power. Zero is so afraid of it that she uses a different name—"

"When you choose to spend your life trying to help people there are going to be things that you lose. When you face the kind of threats that they have, there's going to be collateral damage—"

"My sister is gone because of them!"

"You don't know what happened," Cat replied.

"Is she collateral damage?"

"What Kate said is all Clint's words, I hope she develops her own opinions in the future," Cat gave her a stern look. "However, if you live long enough as a hero, you stop being one. You make mistakes, you become someone's bad guy. It gets harder, eats you from the inside out."

"So I should get over my sister's death? Is that what you're saying?"

"I'm saying Clint will have to live knowing he's a monster... just like me."

"That is not enough," Yelena concluded. "I'm going to complete my assignment. I'm going to kill him, and I'll sleep better knowing I did that to him. So where is Clint Barton?"

"We don't know," Kate replied.

"Zero?"

"My name is Cat," she kept a straight face. "That's what you'll call me from now on— and make no mistake, I'm no Avenger but I don't say it out of fear, the difference between them and I is I won't hesitate to kill you if I have to. Kate answered your question, now leave."

"Okay," Yelena got up, unconvinced. "Thank you for the girls' night. Truly." She walked towards the window. "One more thing? Do not get in my way again, or that cut in your eyebrow will be nothing compared to what I'll do to your girlfriend."

Yelena jumped out using her grappling hook.

"She could've used the front door, you know? And she has the audacity to call me a show-off..."

"Right? I hate her!" Kate replied.

Cat looked at her with worry. "Stay out of this, Kate. Yelena will kill you if she has to. I would."

"I won't be taking advice from you at the moment," Kate looked uncomfortable.

"If you wanna be an Avenger—"

"Now you know everything about being a hero?" Kate asked sarcastically. "Cause so far you've done nothing but insist you're a bad example of one."

Cat decided not to lash out considering the beating the archer had taken, morally and physically. Besides, Kate had a point. She wasn't a hero, she hadn't been one in almost two years.

"The fact that I'm not a hero does not make me a villain," she said. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"Don't worry, this princess can look after herself," Kate replied stubbornly.

"I'll come tomorrow to check on you," Cat sighed. "Please be here?"

"Okay," Kate took pity on her and reached to squeeze her arm a little, trying to lighten the weight on her shoulders. "I don't want you to get hurt either, so please take care of yourself. Don't try to fight Yelena alone."

"She's not my business, Clint can take care of that one by himself," she raised a brow. "I'm only here to retrieve the Rolex."

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[just-miru]

Just curious- do you have any blueycapsules theories or predictions? Any specific thoughts even?

i mean, yeah. usually my thoughts regarding the silly comic are a mess and it's hard to word em out (or even have a proper, start-to-end thought), so i don't really share em, i guess :0

but since you've asked, you're in for a ride! they're mostly unfinished thoughts and stuff tho... hope ya enjoy hehe-

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for one, i am still thinking about light remnant and what possible abilities it might posses!

i tried comparing it with Melvina's vaccines from Melvina's Therapy for a while because it was pretty fun and also made me put some more questions that helped me come up with more silly theories, but i've kinda reached a dead end with that- blueycapsules and Melvina's Therapy are different and unrelated comics after all.

i also tried working with all the info i could get from the comic and the wiki alone, but it's not really much to work with at the moment... so i am waiting for more info while also messing around with ideas hehe

there's also Elizabeth's white strand of hair - just like the jar William left behind, i am sure it's somehow important. i tried a different approach towards it, so i went on with symbolism, but ehh-

i also kinda think it has something to do with shadow Liz, but idk how to put this one into words aaaahhh-

so like- ya know how shadow Liz appears when Elizabeth is extremely upset? and ya know how she sees the future? maybe this time instead of appearing in her usual shadow form, she manifested (?) as that white strand of hair? and like-

white hair is associated with old people -> old people die (... like any other people, but i'm sure ya know what i mean) -> Elizabeth's white strand of hair is a sign she's about to die. idk-

i also wanna see if it transferred to circus baby or something like that.

also, speaking of the silly jar- i am sure Maikol will find that jar sooner or later during this time in the comic. i like to think he will use some of it on Jeremy, but even if he doesn't, i am sure he will use some on himself after he gets scooped and stuff, ya know?

also!!! this thought of Maikol using remnant on Jeremy made me come up with another silly train of thoughts - if Jeremy were to die, and Maikol would try injecting remnant in him, would it work?

can remnant be used to bring someone back from the death?

and, since i am still on the topic of remnant and its properties- can William (or any other silly who's been injected with remnant) survive without drinking water and eating at all? like-

sure, he's immortal (sorta; i think i mentioned this a few times on here, but it's kinda hard for me to see remnant as something that makes one 100% immortal - i mostly see it as something that keeps the body alive long enough for it to heal and stuff), but i think his body still needs its nutrients and stuff, ya know? if the body doesn't receive em, can remnant work as a substitute for em?

so many questions, not enough answers hngngnhng-

as for predictions, we have the one regarding Maikol and the remnant jar i spoke about just earlier.

i also think of Boseman from time to time, and how (or why) he might come back, but i don't have much on it. i am pretty sure he is still looking for the bastard who killed his kids, and what i am about to say it's probably gonna be really silly, but-

what if he will come back at some point to, maybe, look for more clues and stuff, and while he's at it, he ends up buying Circus Baby's Pizza World?

since Maikol gets a job there, that means someone must have taken over the place. someone must own it... what if it's Boseman?

... ngl this is mostly me just wanting to see the silly man again... i miss him ok-

not only that, but i barely know the actual fnaf lore- i have no idea who hires Maikol there, so yeah- might as well be Boseman in blueycapsules, who knows... everything is possible hehe

so, yeah-

[noroi1000]

Hi! I'd like a jjk match-up if you can, they seem fun!

Info:

She/Her - Bisexual

Height: 5'3"

INFP

Personality: I'm clumsy and chaotic. I often do things like accidentally spill water all over myself when I'm drinking, or trip on flat surfaces. I'm hardly ever embarrassed. On the contrary, I laugh at myself a lot.

I'm silly by nature and don't like taking myself too seriously, but I can if the situation calls for it. I can be quite smart and clever, though I tend to be forgetful and I have a short attention span, which often comes across as me not caring, though it's quite the opposite - I often care too much.

I don't consider myself outgoing. I would rather spend time with a few close friends at home than go somewhere crowded.

I troll for the fun of it. It's never with bad intentions, but I can go overboard with jokes without realizing.

I can be insecure at times, especially when it comes to people I'm close to. Small things will make me doubt that they care, and I panic as a result.

I really enjoy giving my loved ones gifts, treating them to outings and showing that I think of them often.

Hobbies: Diving, muay thai, strategy games, writing, D&D, reading, karaoke, baking, traveling, learning languages

Dislikes: Overly dramatic movies/TV shows, being sick, hot weather, allergies, loss

Pet peeve: Someone eating food in the fridge that I've been saving (particularly sweets). I can and will murder someone.

a/n: This is my second matchup with a part of NSFW so I hope it's okay.

I think your Jujutsu kaisen matchup is

Satoru Gojo

He is chaotic. You can't actually predict what he's going to do right now. And also nothing is in order. Most of the time. He does what he likes and how he wants to.

He pretends to be a typical idiot and acts like a child. Even though he is very smart. His stupid behavior is just there and it doesn't seem possible to get rid of him all the time. Someday he will come back anyway.

He often acts this way to irritate someone. But he is like that. You can't change the fact that he's funny and unpredictable. These are his pluses. You cannot get bored with him.

He wants people to always take him seriously. Even something scary that he says in his dumber voice is taken seriously. It's just that people are afraid of him. As I wrote before, he is unpredictable. Nobody knows what they can do at any given moment. And also whether he would feel like leaving someone alone or maybe he would end up pissed off and destroyed them.

He hates the old rules. He doesn't like it when someone orders him to.

He often wants to do something right. And since most of the things he tried to do or didn't go as they should, he stopped thinking that something might not work out. He just needs to know enough what to do. And that's all. He can finish perfectly, even without much effort.

He can concentrate. Whether he does one thing or two. He has divided attention even if he doesn't seem to be listening to someone at all. People may think that he is not even able to focus on one thing he is doing. On the contrary…

He often forgets details or little things. He just has a lot on his mind and sometimes he has to remember something else about that that will fall out of his head.

Cunning cannot be attributed to him. He is able to manipulate anyone to his advantage and also to do everything to make it better for his side. Maybe he doesn't make fancy action plans, but he thinks on the fly.

He likes to piss people off. He jokes often. He want to play. He hadn't had a lot of fun in life and had to grow up quickly. So at least when he is an adult he would like to play. He is often cocky and uproarious, but he doesn't want to go wrong. It didn't hurt anyone to laugh or get nervous. He never means to make someone feel very bad because of him. But he can often overdo it even when he doesn't know.

He would like to know well that someone is with him. Just show they like him. Don't sit with him without a word. To talk, to do something, to spend time in all sorts of ways. Show that you care about acquaintances and even something more. He would like to receive as much as he gives himself. And he is able to give a lot.

He's been through a lot of evil. As a result, his emotions began to burn out a bit. Until he himself identifies someone, it is impossible to know. He wouldn't want anyone to hurt him.

He has a few friends. Everyone tells him that you can't like him because he's too mean. Those who like it may not show it at all. The sign for him is that they don't run away when he comes over and scream immediately when they see him. And also those who don't immediately say they hate him. He prefers to have few friends rather than whole groups.

He shows that he cares often. On friendship, on a relationship. He does as much as he can. maybe He wants to keep close people with him who still consider him human.

Headcanon:

• Make jokes with him on others. He will consider it to be one of the best times he has ever spent. He won't take all the consequences on himself, but most of it will go to him anyway. He's always responsible for some shit, so you don't have to fear severe punishment. Worry more about him. Even though he won't care anyway.

Everything has always been his fault and that's what they blame him…

• His friends might not like him sometimes anyway. So he need confirmation that someone likes him.

In a relationship, he can often show that he cares.

• Despite his character, he is able to love someone. And then he will care for you like no one else. He can seem a little drier at times, as if he doesn't care. But don't let it. Like everyone, he has moments of doubt. Sometimes he feels weak and as if he's useless. If he lost everyone, he wouldn't be able to smile anymore.

He hates losing something or someone he cares about. That's when he feels powerless and just wants to be left alone.

• Give him a hug, spend time with him or give him something sweet. This is how you cheer him up. Lie in bed with him and do what he pleases. Show him that you give up and love him. Touch him gently to make him relax.

That's when she can start acting like a cat.

• Don't yell at him when you find him eating something out of the fridge. Maybe he even knew it was yours and you wanted to eat it so badly.

If you yell at him, he'll laugh, but he'll also calm you down.

He will often say he didn't know it was yours. After all, he couldn't stay away but eat the delicacies in the fridge, right? But don't worry. The next day he will bring you more or something even better.

He is even able to eat something that is already in the fridge to put something else in it that he has bought especially for you.

Please don't kill him for buying you delicious gifts. And so he tried enough to stop himself from eating it as he drove home.

• It is considered cute when you fall over or trip over it. He can catch you quickly then. You may not be ashamed of your clumsiness. However, you will surely blush when you feel his hands on you and see that charming smile as he holds you.

• He likes to distract you. He knows your concentration and will also do his best to piss you off a bit.

You would be doing something important and he would suddenly come over and say in your ear that he loves you or that you are sweet. (Your brain would then certainly stop thinking for a moment)

Or he'll hug you at a random moment, or he'll try something else ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You just need to be home alone. Even that, he already liked it better when the two of you are together. No one else.

• (NSFW) He distracts you when he can. Quiet whispering in your ear or just dirty talks. You can't focus on anything but him. And when you try not to listen, or you drown he out with something like Music or you only focus on a game / book with earplugs, he will just come over to you. Even when you are baking something, he may unexpectedly come up to you from behind and press your ass against him. Sticky hands on your body as well as wet lips on your neck. This pervert can only come over to kiss you or slap you. He does it almost every time you walk by him anyway. Is it for jokes or to start something else… He is often impossible to peel off.

• There is a chance that he will forget something that is also related to you. But he remembers that he must definitely do something on this day. He brings you gifts often. He prefers not to forget an important date, but when he remembers at the last minute or sees it on the calendar, he'll get things done quickly. Your anniversaries, birthdays. He can disappear at any moment when he notices that you have a beautiful gift for him, and he is not…

But just as you can be a gift to him, so can he be all for you.

"Sweetheart~ why don't you pay attention to me~? You don't wanna listen to me? I want to tell you you're beautiful! I wish so much for you to sit with me now. Come sit on my lap!"

[n0va-j]

Pls read this I worked really hard on it

|Morning|

It has been some time since we moved in together I can't still get accustomed to her face so close to mine when I wake up -

???: I still can't believe I get to wake up to someone so beautiful.

She said with a tender tone, I borrowed my face into the pillow.

???: You're so corny you know.

I said my voice muffled by the pillow, she responds by playing with my hair and repeating her words.

???:I still can't believe I get to wake up to someone so beautiful.

And she added, as turned to face her.

???: and I will never stop saying it.

She laughed before sitting up.

???: come now lazy dump we gotta get up.

She slapped my ass out of nowhere and dragged my feet off with her.

???: agh I’mmmmmm gooooing.

With a sleepy tone I yawned and got up from the bed going to the bathroom. She was already brushing her teeth, so I decided to hug her from behind.

???: morning love.

I said resting my head on her shoulder still half asleep, she responded by kissing my cheek and messing with my hair.

???: morning hon.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes before she broke the silence once more.

???: come on bb we gotta get ready for work, or well at least I do.

[End of part 1]

|Evening after work|

???: honey I'm home….. honey????

She said entering through the front door, I could barely hear her, I instinctively yelled.

???: GAME.

As if my body knew beforehand, she had arrived, she entered the room I was in and hugged me from the back of the chair in between us,

???: hon are you neglecting your real gf for a 2D waifu again,

I turned around making sure she had let go of the chair looked her dead in the eyes and said,

???: stfu I love you more than anything and you know that, now come here and give me a kiss,

-the rest of this is highly inappropriate and I don't have the energy to write sex so we skipping it ok-

[End of part 2]

|Afternoon next day|

???: hooooneeeryyyyy

I wobbled to her side and laid in the sofa my head in her thighs,

???: yes bb,

She responded creasing my cheek,

???: We haven't gone on a date in some time have we,

She rolled her eyes and said with her a chuckle,

??? What do you want this time bb, are we going to buy the new pokemon TCG packs - or you just want to go to your favorite pizza place,

I looked at her with a bit of surprise, I didn't expect for her to find out right away was I that predictable, definitely,

???: your so smart you know that,

With a strong but tender grip in my breasts, she played with them as if they were stress toys,

???: I know bb that's why I already ordered take out we just gotta get the cards,

I was so excited I started to jump and yelling,

???: yay yeppers yeepppyyyyy yaaaaaaaaaaaaay RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH,

After that we spent the night together opening booster packs and eating,

[End of part 3]

|Late morning in the park|

We went out on a “normal” date it has been some time since we did that I was so excited, we are walking down the park and she said

???: you know, this feels like taking a dog out for a walk.

She laughed softly, I didn't care about what she said, only that she was happy, for her I would be anything, even a men, I hate men 😤

Cecilia: look bouts wanna go on one.

I said enthusiastically pointing at the swan-shaped “rafs” in the lake.

???: oh BB I'm sorry to inform you but this ship has already sailed.

She said holding me in a warm embrace, moving her face close to mine filling my lips with the warmth of hers.

Cecilia: still can we get in one is romantic in this time of the year.

I said burrowing my face in her soft neck looking for some warmth in this cold morning.

???: fine then, I just hope we don't get lost like last time.

We both spent the rest of the day in the swan-shaped rafts, and going around buying some sweets.

|Evening at home|

Cecilia: That was fun.

I said, striping off my winter clothes, and laying flat on the ground.

???: Dear please don't lay on the floor, it's filthy. I haven't washed it in a while, plus who said it was over.

She said laying on top of me in a suggestive manner…. We decided to take it to the bedroom

[End of part 4]

[cathighfive]

I'm just a girl sitting in front of a movie screen wanting the movie to not be terrible.

I really don't want to beat a dead horse or pile on but I was discussing the movie with my best friend after we saw the movie Love Again together last Friday and we both had come to the same conclusion on our views of Love Again, awkward and cringey.

We both adore Sam Heughan. Mostly because of his portrayal of Jamie Fraser, so we were very excited to spend our Friday morning eating chocolate, popcorn and drinking coffee while watching a romcom featuring our favorite kilt wearing Scot.

I love the basic idea of the movie Love Again, falling for someone through words without ever meeting them in person. The same premise the horrible Netflix reality show that I can't stop watching, Love is Blind is based on. Unfortunately, the couple portrayed in Love Again seemed about as awkward as some of the couples on Love is Blind.

When I watch a romcom, I want to feel good. Romcoms are like a warm blanket out of the drier that I just want to wrap myself in and enjoy a happy ending. I watch romcom's for the predictability and the fairytale endings. I want an undeniable feeling that these two will be together forever. I don't get the feeling that these two characters will be together forever just like the couples on Love is Blind. It's like they decided to be together for the cash payout at the end of a reality show.

I'm not going to talk about whether the acting was good or bad. Actors are not the only cause of whether a movie will be good or not. The writers have a hand in that, along with the directors, producers and everyone else involved. The actors are just the face of the movie so they take all of the hits.

Final opinion, it is not terrible, it wasn't a waste of money. I got to spend a fun morning with my best friend watching a movie with one of our favorite actors on a big screen. This movie is not a Notting Hill, Sleepless in Seattle, You've got Mall, Four Weddings and a Funeral or even the 2001 Serendipity with John Cusack and Kate Beckinsdale. I would love to see Sam Heughan as a Hugh Grant, Colin Firth or even a John Cusack style actor because as I have said before, I love a good romcom. John Cusack also does romance and action very well. I miss the romcoms of the 90's. Maybe with the right director, and the right writers he could be.

There are parts of the movie I did enjoy. Rob Burns lip syncing to Celine Dion, not just in the shower either, any scene with Lisa or Suzy, Rob dressed up for the opera wearing sneakers, the pink fuzzy onsie Suzy wears (I want one.), Celine Dion being snarky and giving love advice, Celine Dion’s dress at the end of the movie was gorgeous and even though it was completely cheesy, Sam lip syncing during the final credits was a great way to end the movie, I loved it!

I do hope to see Sam in future projects, hopefully some more fluffy projects like Love Again. It was nice to see him on screen doing something that wasn't so intense or aggressive. I am looking forward to seeing The Couple Next Door that is currently filming and any other future projects he is involved in.

Two Side Notes:

My best friend and I were in the theater with only two other people. A husband a wife, so a total of 4 people in the entire theater. I won’t comment to the amount of people in the theater because we did see a 10:50am showing on a Friday morning. After the show the husband and wife left, but he came back and told us that he didn’t want to embarrass his wife but that the only reason they came to see the movie was that she narrated the movie tie-in book on audible. We thought that was pretty neat.

We also saw the preview of the Tobias Menzies and Julia Louis-Dreyfus movie, You Hurt My Feelings. It is coming out June 15, 2023 according to IMDB. This looks to be a great movie. My best friend and I already have plans to catch this in the theaters.