#I will just point and laugh at him with Monkey instead

[pompomqt]

Journey to the West Chapter 23

Tripitaka being offered 4 beautiful wives, fifteen thousand acres of land, and a mountain of silver:

Just let my man live his monk life.

In this chapter of Journey to the West with @journeythroughjourneytothewest we have assembled are entire crew, so now it's time for them to face their very first challenge together. So let's get into it shall we?

So the group has been traveling for a while and one day when it's getting late Tripitaka mentions that they should find a place to spend the night. Monkey is all for just sleeping outside and braving the elements, but Pigsy is tired from hauling the luggage about and is all for finding a proper place to rest. So Monkey tells him off for complaining while Pigsy tells him he should try hauling the luggage if it's so easy. But Monkey's like, I couldn't *possibly* my only job is protecting our master- it's yours and Sandy's job to haul the luggage and take care of the horse.

Monkey also takes this opportunity to tell Pigsy and Sandy that their horse is actually a dragon, which you would think something like that would have come up in conversation sooner, but then again, since the dragon doesn't do anything but 'be a horse' why would it? Anyways, Pigsy complains that if the horse is really a dragon, can't he go any faster? So Monkey takes this opportunity to use his staff to startle the horse and cause it to take off running- with Tripitaka.

The horse finally stops running when they come across a beautiful estate, and allows Tripitaka to catch his breath and for his disciples to catch up. When they do finally catch up, Monkey (and I) am very impressed with the fact that Tripitaka did not fall off his horse. Good job Tripitaka. Anyways Tripitaka yells at Monkey for his stunt, and Monkey blames Pigsy, who is yet again complaining about how heavy the luggage is and having to chase after the horse.

Anyways, Tripitaka decides they should ask someone to stay here, and Monkey notices that this place was created by the heavens, but decides not to mention that to anyone else. And because it would be rude to enter somebody's house without permission, they all wait outside for somebody to come out, but after a while when nobody does, Monkey gets impatient and enters anyways. Monkey immediately gets caught by the owner of the house and explains that he is a monk traveling to the west and seeking shelter for the night. So the middle aged women invites them all inside only to have to deal with Pigsy salivating over her. No good deed goes unpunished.

But it turns out that this is just fine for the lady, since she sits them all down for tea time and explains that she is a widow with three daughters and no sons in inherit their vast estates and wealth. And she thinks it would be a grand idea if the four of them married her and her three daughters.

Tripitaka is Horrified by this offer, so much so that he becomes completely mute during the discussion and he only gets worse as she continues to try and sweeten the deal. Like it's so bad I'm almost tempted to add a point to his 'Paralyzed by Fear' stat. Pigsy however is very tempted by this offer and urges Tripitaka to say something. Tripitaka finally snaps out of it to yell at Pigsy that Monk's like them can't be swayed by wealth or beauty. He even gets into a bit of an argument with the lady and ends up insulting her a little.

This makes the lady angry and she tries to compromise that at least one of them should stay here and marry them. Tripitaka immediately volunteers Sun Wukong for this. Sun Wukong is like 'Nah, I don't care about things like that, let Pigsy stay.' Pigsy wants to discuss that idea further, but Tripitaka has already moved on to throwing Sandy under the bus instead. However Sandy just joined the group two months ago and isn't willing to give up on the journey so easily. Seeing that they aren't going to be swayed- the lady slams the door shut on them, leaving them outside.

Pigsy isn't to happy about being shut out in the cold, and says that Tripitaka should have just strung the lady along with a vague answer so they could at least get some dinner and a place to rest for the night. And even Sandy is getting tired of his nonsense and suggests that Pigsy just stay here. Pigsy however would feel slightly bad for abandoning his wife for this quest, just to abandon the quest for a different wife. Eventually though Pigsy gets tired of arguing back and forth with them, so he takes his leave under the excuse of finding the horse a place to graze. So Monkey leaves Sandy in charge of babysitting Tripitaka so he can follow Pigsy.

Rather then grazing the horse properly, Pigsy instead chases the horse into the house as an excuse to talk with the Lady again. So Pigsy offers his pitch, that just because the other three are to afraid of disobeying the Tang emperor to stay here, he would be an excellent choice of husband since he's hard working despite being rather ugly. So Monkey takes this opportunity to return to Tripitaka and tell him the latest gossip ahead of Pigsy. Pigsy comes back right after, and Monkey makes sure to drop a hint that they know exactly what he was up to.

Just then however the Lady comes out of the house with her three daughters and asks them if they've decided which one of them will wed her three daughters. Sandy chimes in that they've decided Pigsy will be the one to stay here. While Pigsy says that they shouldn't play tricks on him like this, and that they should discuss it further. Monkey points out that there isn't anything to discuss since Pigsy was the one who went behind their backs to make an arrangement to marry them. So they might as well go forward with the wedding since it's an auspicious and lucky day and the whole family is here for the wedding to give Pigsy away. Also at least this way Pigsy can help on their journey by giving them a wedding feast to see them off.

So Pigsy's future mother in law now gladly lets them inside and gives them a meal before allowing them to retire in a guest bedroom. She leads Pigsy away from the others however and says that she has a dilemma. She doesn't know which of her daughters to give Pigsy to. Pigsy tries to advocate that he would gladly marry all three of them, but the mother has a different idea on how to decide. So she blindfolds Pigsy and says her daughters will walk past him, and whichever one he catches will be his bride. However despite prancing around the room like a complete idiot, Pigsy isn't able to catch any of them.

Pigsy eventually complains that they are to slippery, so the mother should just marry him instead. The mother however comes up with another idea on how to choose. The daughters have each woven a silk undershirt, so the shirt that fits him, will decide which daughter he will marry. Immediately after Pigsy tries on the first shirt however, the shirt immediately turns into rope and tightly binds him, and the women also vanishes into thin air.

We cut back to the rest of the group, who had a pleasant night, despite waking up to find the beautiful villa gone and that they had apparently slept in a forest the whole night. Sandy is rather freaked out by this disappearing house nonsense, but Monkey is well used to heaven's shenanigans and habit of making random houses appear and disappear at will. Monkey is much more interested in laughing about Pigsy's misfortune and gleefully explains to Tripitaka and Sandy that this whole thing was a test from the heavens.

They also hear Pigsy yelling for them to rescue him and untie him. Monkey is all for leaving Pigsy there to suffer his fate, but Tripitaka thinks he's learned his lesson and decides to rescue him since he's still useful despite being a moron.

Current Sun Wukong Stats: Names/Titles: Monkey, The Stone Monkey, The Handsome Monkey King, Sun Wukong (Monkey awakened to the void), Bimawen (Banhorseplague), The Great Sage Equal To Heaven and Pilgrim Sun. Immortality: 5 Weapon: The Compliant Golden Hooped Rod Abilities: 72 Transformations, Cloud-Somersault, Ability to transform his individual hairs, super strength, Ability to Summon Wind, Water restriction charm, and the ability to change into a huge war form, ability to duplicate his staff, ability to immobilize others, the ability to put others to sleep, and the Fiery eyes and Diamond Pupils, intimidating horses, churning large bodies of water, sleeplessness, seizing the wind, enhanced smell and discerning good and evil within a thousand miles. Demon Kill Count: 4+ Unknown Number of Minions Human Kill Count: 6 God's Defeated: 19 + Unknown number Defeats: 3 Crime List: Robbery, Murder, Mass Murder, Arson, Theft, Coercion, Threatening a Government Official, Resisting Arrest, Assault, Forgery, Employee Theft, False Imprisonment, Impersonating a Government Official, Treason, attempted murder, failure to control or report a dangerous fire, desecrating a corpse, breaking and entering and trespassing. Cry Count: 3 Mountains Trapped Under: 1

Current Tang Sanzang stats: Names/Titles: River Float, Xuanzang, Tang Sanzang, Tripitaka Abilities: Curing Blindness, making branches point a certain direction (allegedly), reciting sutras, pretty privilege, memorization and Heart Sutra. Cry Count: 14 Tight Fillet Spell Uses: 5 Paralyzed by fear: 4 Bandit Problems: 2 Kidnapped by demons: 2 Falling Off Horses: 5

Current Bai Long Ma Stats: Names/Titles: Bai Long Ma (White Dragon Horse), Prince of the Western Ocean, and third prince jade dragon of the dragon king Aorun Abilities: Transforming into a human, a water snake, and a horse, eating a horse in one bite, and flight. Crime List: Arson, and Grave Disobedience. Contributions to the plot: 1

Current Zhu Wuneng Stats: Names/Titles: The Marshal of the Heavenly Reeds, Zhu Wuneng (Pig who is aware of ability), Zhu Ganglie, Pigsy, Idiot and Eight Rules. Weapon: Rake Abilities: 36 Transformations, parting water, fighting underwater and cloud soaring. Demon Kill Count/Kill steals: 1 Failed Flirtation/romances Attempts: 3 Cry Count: 1 Crime List: Sexual Harassment, Murder, Kidnapping and arson.

Current Sha Wujing Stats: Names/Titles: The Curtain-Raising General, Sha Wujing (Sand Aware of Purity), Sandy and Sha Monk Weapon: 'Monster Taming Staff' Abilities: Fighting underwater Crime List: Breaking a Crystal Cup, murder, and desecration of a human corpse.

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[xislyns]

YOU KISS THEM FOR THE FIRST TIME 💋

summary : you have been taking it slow for some time now, how would they react when you kiss them for the first time?

ft' : Roronoa Zoro , Monkey D Luffy , Vinsmoke Sanji

op masterlist : 𐙚🧸ྀི || ⋆·˚ ༘ ASKS ARE OPEN

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Luffy

You found Luffy perched on the figurehead, legs swinging lazily as he munched on a piece of meat sanji gave him. He grinned as he sees you approaching, patting the spot next to him.

“Hey! Come look at this! The sunset looks like a giant piece of roast meat!”

You chuckled at him, sitting beside him as your eyes followed where he was pointing at . His simplicity and joy was infectious, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Luffy froze, mid-chew, his wide eyes locking onto yours. He touched his cheek, as if confirming it happened, then turned back to you with a grin so big you were sure it rivaled the sun.

“Whoa! That felt awesome!” he exclaimed, loudly laughing. “do it again!” "do it again!"

You laughed at his reaction, your heart always feels lighter when youre with him

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Zoro

Zoro was at his usual spot in the crow’s nest, polishing his swords . You climbed up, surprising him with your presence.

“What do you want?” he asked, his tone gruff but not unkind.

You shrugged being used to his tone, pretending not to care as you sat beside him. “what is checking on you illegal now? besides i thought id keep u company , you’re always up here alone anyways.”

He didn’t respond, but you could tell he didnt mind the company. After a while, you leaned closer, planting a quick kiss on his lips.

His reaction was immediate , his eyes widened, and the sword he was holding clattered to the floor. he froze in place while his facs slowly turned into a flushed shade of pink. He turned his head as he muttered, “What the hell was that for?”

You smirked, “Just felt like it.”

Zoro grumbled something under his breath. you didnt hear what he said , but you swore you heard him say he wanted more.

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Sanji

Sanji was in the kitchen, humming a tune as he was preparing dinner. The smell of his cooking filled the air, and you couldn’t resist stepping in to see what he was working on.

“Ah, my love! Come to taste-test my masterpiece?” he asked, turning to you with a soft smile that was reserved just for you

You smiled back,walking closer to him, but instead of answering, you kissed him gently on the lips.

Sanji froze, his cigarette dropping from his lips as his face turned as red as the tomatoes he’d been slicing. He stumbled back, clutching his chest as dramatically as possible

“(Y/N)-cwhaaan! That was-oh, my heart i cant take it! My life is complete!” he cried, falling to the floor in a dramatic act, shutting his closed eyes in blissful victory

You couldn’t help but laugh at him, shaking your head at his over-the-top reaction. But again that was sanji for you. you knew he’d treasure the moment forever.

[sh4nksslvt]

Giant Duck Incident

When Luffy mistakes a giant duck for dinner and ends up getting a kiss instead

LUFFY X GN!READER ౨ৎ💗 ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, sfw

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ffs a bit cringe

masterlist | ko-fi

words count: 1.1k

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

The sun was high, the sea was calm, and there were absolutely no signs of trouble.

Which, on the Thousand Sunny, meant one thing:

Trouble was coming.

“LUFFY, NO—!!”

Too late. You watched in horror as Monkey D. Luffy, your idiot-slash-sweetheart captain, launched himself full-speed off the ship.

“THAT’S A HUGE DRUMSTICK!!”

He landed with a wet splat on what you now saw was not, in fact, a drumstick, but a massive, living, very not amused yellow blob.

A duck.

A giant duck. Towering, glistening, waddling angrily in the shallows.

It honked—a sound that felt more like a roar—and thrashed its wings wildly, trying to throw the rubbery parasite off its back.

Luffy clung to its neck like a child to a carnival ride, cackling madly. “SHISHISHSHI IT’S THE SIZE OF A WHOLE BANQUET!!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “This man has the survival instincts of a particularly reckless bread roll.”

You glanced at the rest of the crew.

Zoro was asleep.

Sanji was busy sculpting carrot roses for Robin.

Robin was reading, obviously not surprised.

Nami looked up from her map just long enough to yell, “Not it!”

Usopp and Chopper screamed something about curses and jumped into a barrel together.

Which left you.

Of course it did.

—

The duck, still honking its fury to the high heavens, stomped in circles while Luffy attempted to bite its side. You sprinted down the ramp and into the shallow surf.

“LUFFY, GET OFF THE DUCK!”

“I’M TRYING TO TASTE IT!”

“IT’S A SENTIENT CREATURE!”

“BUT IT LOOKS SO CRISPY—”

The duck, insulted on a deeply personal level, launched itself upward in one majestic leap and sent Luffy flying through the air like a flailing meat meteor. He landed beside you, face in the sand, limbs splayed in defeat.

“…Ow,” he mumbled.

You sighed and knelt beside him. “You good?”

He gave you a thumbs-up, still face-down. “YUP! SHISHISHI”

You helped brush sand off his hat as he sat up.

“Luffy,” you said, trying to be calm, “you can’t eat random animals just because they’re big and vaguely drumstick-shaped.”

“But look at it!” he whined, pointing. “It’s got those golden thighs! The rotisserie energy! The juicy potential!”

“It has a name, probably. A family. A job.”

He squinted. “Maybe it’s an orphan with a deep desire to fulfill its destiny as dinner.”

You blinked then laugh at this. “… pftt! did you just create a duck backstory to justify your cravings?”

“Yes!” he said proudly. “That’s called empathy I think! SHISHISHI”

You stared at him, completely deadpan. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He blinked. Then beamed. “You think I’m cute?”

“…That was supposed to stay in my head.”

“TOO LATE!” he yelled, springing to his feet and throwing his arms in the air like a victorious meat wrestler. “Y/N THINKS I’M CUUUUTE!!”

“Luffy!”

“I’M CUTE! I’M CUTE! EVEN CUTER THAN THE DUCK!”

The duck, now perched like a war god on a rock, glared at him with pure malice.

You sighed. “We’re gonna be hunted by poultry assassins. I can feel it.”

—

Back on the Sunny, after Luffy was physically restrained from offering the duck “one little nibble,” peace was finally restored. The sun dipped low, painting the sky in soft golds and purples.

You sat on the deck’s edge, feet dangling over the sea. Luffy flopped beside you, hat tilted back, grin wide.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said suddenly.

You braced yourself. “If you ask me to cook duck—”

“No, no,” he chuckled. “I was gonna say... I like when you laugh.”

You turned to him, surprised.

He was watching you. Not in the usual Luffy way — not like when he spotted meat across the room, or stared down an enemy. This was the kind of look that made your chest feel warm and your brain do a little somersault.

“Earlier,” he said, “you laughed when I said something about empathy”

“Thats not... I was mocking you!,” you replied. “I thought I was about to watch you get pecked into a new time zone.”

“But you still laughed,” he said, all sunny and smug. “You always do.”

“That’s because you’re ridiculous.”

“You like it,” he teased, nudging your shoulder.

You bit back a smile. “I tolerate it. Barely.”

He tilted his head, expression soft. “Zoro said it’s obvious.”

“…You talked to Zoro about me?”

“I asked if I could kiss you,” Luffy said bluntly. “He said ask you, not him.”

Your brain fizzled. “Wait. What—”

“So,” Luffy continued, turning fully to face you with that open, earnest joy you’d come to adore, “can I?”

“Can you what?”

“Kiss you,” he said like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Your breath caught. This was the same boy who just tried to eat a duck like it was a buffet item. Who once got stuck inside a vending machine trying to retrieve a stuck candy bar. Who sometimes forgot his shoes and didn’t notice for an hour.

And yet.

Your heart fluttered like it hadn’t gotten the memo about logic.

“…Yes,” you said, quiet.

His face lit up like a festival. “Yeah?!”

You nodded.

He scooted close—awkwardly but gently—and cupped your cheek, his hand warm and calloused. The kiss was clumsy, sweet, quick. His nose bumped yours, and when he pulled away, he had that stupidly big grin that made your stomach flip.

“WHOA,” he whispered.

“Yeah,” you whispered back.

He leaned back on his hands, practically glowing. “Gonna tell Zoro it worked!”

“LUFFY—NO—!”

Too late.

“ZORO!! I KISSED Y/N!! AND THEY SAID YES!! YOU WERE RIGHT!!”

You groaned and dropped your head into your hands as Zoro’s muffled “I don’t care!” echoed from the crow’s nest.

Sanji’s head whipped up from the kitchen door, his cigarette dangling dangerously.

“WHAT?!”

Luffy turned mid-skip. “I kissed Y/N!”

Sanji's eye twitched. “I leave you alone for ONE romantic sunset and you SNEAK AHEAD?!”

You, now partially hiding behind the mast, groaned. “Oh no.”

“Luffy, you absolute—! That was supposed to be MY kiss! I was going to bring you a fruit parfait! HOW DARE YOU KISS MY Y/N~CHWANNNNN!”

Luffy skipped back to you, unbothered and beaming. “Wanna kiss again?”

You peeked through your fingers. “If you promise not to announce it like a seagull with a megaphone.”

He nodded. “Fineee!. But I will write it in my logbook shishishi.”

“…You have a logbook?!”

“It’s mostly meat sketches and battle doodles. But now it has you.”

And your heart, traitor that it was, somersaulted again.

You sighed. “Fine. Just… no more trying to eat ducks.”

He tilted his head. “What if it asks nicely?”

You groaned, flopping back dramatically.

And somewhere in the distance, a vengeful honk echoed over the sea.

[cuntyji]

hello guys enemies to lovers with sukuna time 😛

there are times in a woman’s life where she has opps. opponents. oppositions, even. and in your case, it’s ryomen sukuna.

yes, that ryomen sukuna. tattooed menace with red eyes and the inexplicable ability to look offended by air. he’s the kind of man who listened to arctic monkeys and the neighbourhood back during the og tumblr era, fully convinced he was the moment.

(he also definitely wrote cryptic posts in all lowercase like “this song tastes like silver” and reblogged blurry gifs of joints without ever smoking one. no, he won’t tell you what his url was. yes, he judges you for asking.)

he considers himself someone with “elite” music taste. like he can sniff out artists before they go viral, like his ears are certified A&R agents or something.

you, on the other hand, are just… you. you make playlists with names like “phonk you very much” and “i think my soulmate is in the waiting line to earth.” 

and for reasons unknown to god or spotify, this man has made it his personal mission to beef with your playlists.

oh this? this is war. you’ve stopped being surprised by the near-daily ritual at this point. the moment you post a new playlist—“songs for when i imagine myself as the villainess in a 2014 CW drama” or “music that plays when i bite into something dramatically in a romcom”—you know it’s coming. the ping of a message. the telltale little green circle lighting up next to his contact name lovingly saved “red eyes hypnotise” as he continues to type. the incoming storm.

”‘fruitcake funeral’?” he starts. no hello. no warning. just a full attack. “that’s what you named it?”

“oh, so you listened to it?”

“i suffered through it. voluntarily, even. are you proud of that?”

you are, actually. but that’s not the point.

“it’s a feeling. you wouldn’t get it.”

“i get migraines, does that count?”

he’ll text you live commentary too. timestamped. 

track 4? “this sounds like a pigeon died in a reverb chamber.”

track 7? “this one made me stare at my ceiling for three minutes but not in a good way. in a ‘i think my soul left my body’ way.”

track 11? “ok fine this one’s good. shut up.”

you didn’t even say anything yet.

but what you don’t know, as you laugh and roll your eyes at his texts while putting together your next collection of musical insanity, is that sukuna is lying on his back, headphones in, your playlist on loop for the fourth time in a row. he’s critiquing every transition like it’s a damn thesis defense. one minute he’s scoffing—

“why the hell would anyone go from phoebe bridgers into hyperpop? are you okay? are you mentally stable?”

—and the next minute he’s got a hand over his eyes as some obscure bedroom pop track hits a little too hard. the kind of song you sneak in between the meme-y ones. the kind of song that says, “this one’s for the moments you cry in the shower at 2am.”

he replays that one. twice. 

he doesn’t text you about it.

he likes knowing you didn’t just make these for fun. you made them because music says what you won’t. because it’s all layered between jokes and silly titles and aggressively chaotic vibes.

you’re like a walking contradiction to him—loud playlists, soft centers, weird-ass transitions. and he doesn’t even realize when exactly he stopped judging and started looking forward to every drop.

the next time he meets you, he’s already bracing for you to bring it up. but instead, you hit him with:

“so. you liked track eleven.”

he tries to scoff.

“i tolerated it. it was…acceptable.”

“you added it to your own playlist.”

“that was a moment of weakness.”

“you renamed your playlist after it.”

“…get out of my phone.”

he’s in too deep. he knows it. you know it.

but you’re still shocked when one day, randomly, you find a new public playlist from him. it’s called “playlist that doesn’t suck (probably)”. you click.

track 1? your favorite song.

you message him:

“what is this.”

he just replies: “a peace treaty. maybe.”

“unless you post another playlist called ‘songs to twerk to while my hair dye dries.’ then we’re fighting again.”

too late. you were already working on it. and maybe you don’t know it yet, but he’s already refreshing your profile, waiting.

playlist war may be his chosen battleground, but it’s not hate he’s fighting.

it’s the crush from hell.

and it’s winning.

[cherllyio]

How Macaque died (Season 5 spoilers)

@rika1991tr tagged me, and asked what it tells us about Macaque's death/ him and Wukong's fight.

So- this is for you :D

and...

*cracks knunckles*

OH BOY

To get to the bottom of this, we have to understand one thing:

Wukong and Macaque never stopped caring for eachother. Beheind all that hate in the first three seasons, they still cared for eachother (none of them dares to show it though)

Just look at how Macaque reaches out for Wukong- (godamnit)

So... what was that "something" Wukong was going to do, that he was warning Macaque about?

Well... Wukong was going to do THIS to Macaque:

Because as my dear friend @lu-zijing (they talked about it here) mentioned to me, there is chains here in Macaque death scene:

And not only that, thoughs chains look A LOT like the chains Tripitaka and Wukong put on LBD:

SO IN OTHER WORDS:

MK AND WUKONGS FIGHT ARE A PARALELL TO MACAQUE AND WUKONG'S FIGHT.

AND ALSO THIS LINE?

Nine headed demon: How did you know that spell? Who did you make a deal with?

Macaque: What deal?

So clearly Macaque has a power, tha he got from someone else, that he CANT control.

And what do we see here in this scene?

The chains broken (again thanks to Lu-Zijing for mentioning that to me), but the shadowpowers OUT OF CONTROL.

In other words: I higely doubt Wukong acutally killed Macaque.

Yes, they got into a fight, but Wukong just wanted to trap Macaque in chains, so he could talk him out of this fight (instead of fighting who used to be his closest compainion).

But... something went wrong. Because right after that line we saw this:

Meaning that Wukong (acdently), destroyed Macaques eye, causing Macaque to PANIC, resulting in Macaque over-using his shadowpowers and then...

...

And one last thing, I would like to point out-

In that same scene Macaque was laughing, and an pretty evil laugh at that.

Almost like... his shadow powers had "taken over".

So lets do the math, yea?

Super unstable shadowpowers + super unstable monkey + the only friend he has ever had "leaving" him =

Ha ha- not to mention Wukong isnt even wearing a circlet here, meaning it didnt even take place in JTTW-!! but thats another can of worms, I will talk about another day-

(lol, did you know I acutally somehow foresaw this in a fanfic-)

[prettygirl-gabi]

Do I Look Like Her?

Fandom: Women’s Basketball (WNBA/NCAA)

POV: A’dahlia Bueckers- Paige Bueckers (OC Daughter)

Summary: A’dahlia Bueckers, navigates legacy, pressure, and identity while forging her own path—on and off the court.

Inspired by “Do I Look Like Him” by Tyler, The Creator

🏷️: @paigeshirleytemple , @cowboybueckers , @unknowgirlypop , @yailtsv , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani , @elswhore , @italyyy , @lightsgore , @private-but-not-a-secret , @aubreygriffin , @issilovesherself , @graceeeeeesblog , @sayurireidotcom

She said that I make expressions like her.

My legs to my shoulders and my chin like her.

My waist and my posture like her.

But I’m not her.

I never had a dad. Never needed one either.

Mama always said I was made with love—and science.

IVF, a little planning, a little hope.

And two women who loved each other enough to raise someone like me.

And still—sometimes—I stare in the mirror and wonder:

“Do I look like her?”

The answer depends on the day.

When I was five, I liked watercolors more than sports.

At six, I was a menace on the monkey bars.

Seven? Softball. I quit after two games.

Eight? Soccer. I was too aggressive.

Nine? Volleyball. I liked the shoes more than the game. And maybe because mama, played it professionally.

But ten… ten was basketball. And that stuck.

I’d always watched Mom��Paige—on TV. Even the grainy high school tapes. Her passes, her footwork, the way her eyes scanned the floor like she saw the game in slow motion. It was mesmerizing.

But I didn’t start playing for her.

I started because it felt right. Like home.

By middle school, people already had something to say.

“She moves like Paige.”

“She has her jump shot.”

“She’s probably been training since diapers.”

Not entirely wrong. But they never mentioned Mama. Never asked if she taught me how to box out or scream for rebounds or ice after games. Never asked if Mama was the one who dried my tears when I missed open layups.

The spotlight was always angled at my mom.

The echo of her name louder than mine.

It got worse when film started circulating. Scouts clipped highlights. Blogs started making “Next Bueckers?” videos. Videos of side-by-side footage comparing my no-look passes to hers.

I watched one of those videos in my room late one night. The screen split down the middle: Mom in her UConn days on the left. Me on the right.

We both drove left, spun, step-backed, pulled up.

We both made the shot.

I should’ve felt proud.

Instead, I whispered:

“Mama, I’m chasing a ghost. I don’t know who she is.”

Mama came in holding a basket of folded laundry. She didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at the paused video.

“She’s not a ghost,” Mama finally said. “She’s your mom. And you’re not chasing her—you’re learning from her. Big difference.”

“But everyone thinks I’m chasing her,” I muttered. “And sometimes I do too.”

She set the laundry down and sat beside me on the bed.

“I’ve never lied to you, baby. And I never will. But you need to believe me when I say: you are your own person. You came from both of us, but everything you’re building is yours. Not Paige’s. Not mine. Yours.”

The first time I cried after a post-game interview, I was sixteen.

I’d dropped 31 points, 8 assists, and 6 steals in a playoff game. We won by twenty. But the reporter smiled and asked me:

“So, what’s it like trying to fill your mom Paige’s shoes?”

I laughed at the time. Polite. Poised.

But the second I got home, I slammed the bedroom door.

“I’m not filling anyone’s shoes,” I said through tears when Paige came to check on me. “I’m wearing my own.”

Paige sat on the floor with me, her knees pulled to her chest.

“I know,” she said. “I know how hard it is when people don’t let you just be. I went through that too… I just had to prove myself as Paige. Not as someone’s daughter. But you—” she looked up at me, eyes soft, “you have to prove yourself as more than my daughter. And that’s a whole different fight.”

I wiped my nose with my sleeve.

“I’m tired of feeling like I’m not enough unless I’m you.”

She pulled me into her lap.

“A’dahlia, I don’t want you to be me. I want you to be you. And for what it’s worth… I think you’re already better.”

I don’t think people realize what the last name Bueckers carries.

In airports. In gyms. On game day programs. It’s a crown and a curse.

A brand I never asked for, but one I refuse to run from.

Because somewhere deep down, I’m proud.

Proud that Paige Bueckers is my mom.

Proud that Mama believed in me when I didn’t.

Proud of the late nights, the tears, the drills, the ice baths.

So yeah, I started watching film again.

Not to compare—but to study.

I watched mom’s vision, her feel for tempo, her movement. I broke it down, built it back up, and mixed it with my style.

I’m stronger than she was. Faster in transition. More vocal on defense.

And I pass like her, sure. But I shoot like me.

Senior year came like a thunderstorm—loud, fast, and impossible to ignore.

Every school you could think of wanted me.

Stanford. LSU. South Carolina. Duke. UCLA. Oregon. UConn.

The hardest part? Nobody asked if I wanted them.

They just assumed UConn.

Assumed it was destiny.

Assumed I wanted to wear Paige’s number and relive her legacy.

But I didn’t tell anyone my answer.

Not mom-Paige.

Not Mama.

Not even myself—not until the night before Signing Day.

I was in the kitchen, sitting at the counter, staring at the five hats on the table. I’d narrowed it down to UConn, Stanford, LSU, South Carolina, and Duke.

Mom walked in and paused.

“Need help?” she asked.

I shook my head.

“Already decided.”

She sat beside me. “So why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

I chuckled softly.

“Because maybe I have.”

She didn’t respond, just waited.

“I’ve spent so long asking myself if I look like you,” I said. “Not just my face, but… how I play. How I lead. How I move on the court. But what scares me most is that people won’t see me. Just… the ghost of Paige Bueckers.”

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look hurt. Just said gently:

“You gave me love and affection, attention, protection. I would never miss something I’ve never had.”

I looked at her, surprised.

“That’s the song I’ve been listening to.”

She nodded.

“I know. Mama played it the other night. She cried.”

I swallowed hard.

“I would never judge you,” I whispered. “Cause everything worked out. I mean it.”

A long silence passed.

“You’re not my shadow, A’dahlia,” Paige finally said. “You’re the sun. Bright as hell. Blinding sometimes. But always yours.”

I didn’t announce my decision until the cameras were rolling. Gym packed. Teammates buzzing. Five hats on the table.

I stared at them, hands steady, mind clear.

And I picked up the navy one with the silver letters:

UCONN.

Gasps. Cheers. A few people even stood up. The cameras snapped. Mama cried.

Then I saw mom bury her face in her hands.

And I smiled.

Not because I was following my mom.

But because I was writing the next chapter of my story.

That night, we sat on the back porch. Me, Paige, and Mama. Just us. Moonlight cutting across the yard, a breeze teasing the hem of my sweatpants.

“I didn’t choose UConn because of you,” I said quietly. “I chose it because it’s where I can become the player I want to be. The leader. The person.”

Paige leaned her head on my shoulder.

“Then you picked right.”

Mama nodded, voice thick with emotion.

“You’re everything we dreamed of,” she whispered. “And nothing we expected.”

I smiled through a sting of tears.

“I’m everything I strived to be,” I said. “So, tell me… do I look like her?”

They looked at each other.

“No,” Mama said.

“No,” mom echoed.

“You look like you.”

So maybe I make expressions like her.

Maybe I move like her.

Maybe our footwork is twins.

But I’m not her.

I’m A’dahlia Bueckers.

Made with love.

Built with fire.

And chasing no one but myself.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!💚💙

                             -prettygirl-gabi✨️💗

[ysrjune]

BROTHERS!STEPHEN, SAM & SCOTT 𖹭.ᐟ

dedicated to ; @alexlovesysrjune & @dollfilmz ‹𝟹

SMUT 💔💔💔 YOU LITTE SKANKS

"IIIII DONTTT CAREEE," Steve sort of yells over his brothers. "I don't wanna be hearing you guys going at it with your girlfriends at TWO in the MORNING." Stephen points his finger at the twins.

For a week straight, Sam and Scott had been 'sneaking' their girlfriends over at night since their parents were on an anniversary vacation in another state. Steve thought it was so stupid that the boys thought they had to sneak those girls in. He liked them and he trusted them. Did he know that they'd probably end up having sex with his brothers when they thought Steve wasn't paying attention?.. is grass green?

The whole point was that he didn't care what the boys did with their girlfriends. But they could at least check if it was cool to bring the girls over instead of assuming their big brother would get mad and say no. Those boys were old enough to make their own decisions. Did Steve care if they were safe and making smart choices? Yes, definitely, but it wasn't his biggest concern. If the boys ended up doing something stupid, that was their fault and not his.

"We don't go AT it, dude. You're just a light sleeper, is all." Sam rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. "Oh, trust me, Sammy. I am not a light sleeper. And you know what that means? If I can hear your damn headboard knocking against my wall while you're getting your silly stick played with, ITS BECAUSE YOU'RE BEING LOUD!" Steve was crashing out. He was so SO mad.

Scott cracked a smile, trying to hold in a laugh. "AND YOU.." Steve gives his gaze to the other blonde. "Oh-" Scott replied instantly. "Know how YOUR headboard is on the wall where my shelfs are on my side of the wall? MY PICTURE FRAME BROKE THE OTHER DAY YOU LITTLE—" Steve was gonna choke out his brother like Homer Simpson does to Bart.. but he knew better. "Jesus Christ, the both of you." He groans and then sighs to calm down.

"Look. You don't have to sneak them in. You don't have to ask me for permission to bring them. I don't care if you're getting.. sexual," He cringes at himself, but he wanted to sound serious. "Just.. for the love and respect you have for me, DONT do it at two in the morning. Especially not like jack rabbits. So help me God, If another picture frame breaks or I'm awaken from my sleep, I'm going to go into your rooms and smack the hell out of you right in the moment." Steve crosses his arms.

"I can't EVER get some shut eye around here." That makes the twinsies laugh little bit. He's so white. "Put a pillow behind the headboard, YOU MONKEYS. God damn." Steve fake cried and then walked out of the living room. When he was gone, the twins looked at each other and lost it. "I CANT GET SHUT EYE??" Scott screams as he laughs and hits Sam's shoulder. "YOU MONKEYS." Sam screams back and laughs with his brother.

"Oh my God," Sam whimpers from behind his girlfriend. "keep doin' it like that for me.. ahh—" his hand rests on her hip as she fucks herself back on his throbbing cock. "yea, baby. keep asking for more." she pants. "keep acting like a little whore for me? maybe then I'll let you cum inside."

Fuck. Sam loves when she talks him through it. He loves being her little whore. It's always so embarrassing when he talks to his friends about fucking their girlfriends because they always think that Sam is the one in control. He's tough, has an attitude, and likes to boss people around sometimes.. so why wouldn't he be the one pounding into his girl while she cries for more? Well, because he loves being taken care of.

"mommy, please.. pleaseplease lemme cum n'side.. been so good for you." Sam whimpers out, now slowly rolling his hips against hers. "Miss you so damn much." This was the first time in two days he had fucked. Sam is always so needy and horny. Two days without having sex is like two years. "You're a little bitch." She tsks. "Come over here, let me see that pretty face."

The position has switched. She's on top of him, holding onto the headboard. His head is deep in his pillows, staring up at his perfect girlfriend. "Here, hand here.." Sam leads one of her hands to his neck. Obliging to his small request, she then starts rolling her hips, occasionally bouncing on his needy dick. "uhh—yeayeaye–mpph!" Sam whines at the feeling and lewd sounds of her wet pussy.

Just with a few more strokes, Sam came inside her, falling in and out of consciousness because he could hardly breathe. But it's not like he didn't like it. Before he knew it, she was sitting on his face. His pierced tongue felt so good inside her. Licking and sucking—goodness. it was heaven. Felt so good, she was rocking her hips again, bumping her clit to his perfect button nose. It was all too good that her hands instinctively pushed the headboard against the wall repeatedly.

Sam was concerned for a second, remembering what Stephen had said.. but also.. it wasn't two in the morning.. it was only around 9:40ish, so there was no way he'd get mad.. and with that, Sam continued to eat her out.

The next day, Did Scott follow his brothers ask? H-H-HELLL NAW 🗣 he was so pissed today. Coach made him run 3 miles without water because he cussed out one of his team mates for messing up a play on purpose because the guy thought it would be funny, he failed a history test, and there was nothing to eat when he got home.

"You little bitch, stop fucking moving. I'm not taking time out of my miserable fucking day to make you cum." He fucks her on his bed, with the headboard knocking against the wall and his bed creaking insanely loud. "scotty!" she whines. "baby, it hurts!"

"Oh my fucking God, shut up. You're the one who suggested it. Take it like a big girl." He smacks her cheek and smirks at how it reddens. Noticing tears swelling in her eyes, Scott begins to feel bad. "Aw, angel." He softens his voice. "M so sorry doll. Just take it, yeah? Let.." His strokes become sloppy and uncoordinated. "Let me do this." His voice goes into a higher pitch as he moans her name over and over like a prayer.

"I love this pussy so much. Gonna make her miss me while I'm away for the whole week." He was going on a week field trip against the state to visit a football stadium and go to practice with the team that the stadium belongs to. "gonna miss you, scotty.." she bites her lip, feeling how Scott now decides to be nice and actually make her feel good.

"Yeah you are." He leans down, kissing her." biting her bottom lip and making the sexiest noises against it, he feels her cum around him. "mhm, cream that dick, pretty girl. lemme feel y—mm..fuck.. ye—uhh!" He pulls out right in time as he finishes. "You're so good to me.." He kisses her again. sweetly this time.

The next morning, the boys got choked out Bart Simpson style. not really. But Steve pulled their hair and literally swung at them. Not close enough to actually hit him, but he was going crazy.

"I ASK YOU TO NOT DO ONE FUCKING THING AND YOU??? OHHHMYGODDDDD!!!" He chucks pillows at the boys while they're laughing. "IM GONNA KILL YOU BOTH!" He even hit the:

Both younger boys have videos and photos of this crashout. Its hilarious.

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[colorlessjay]

Did Dean put in their wedding vows that Cas has to promise to die after him? Like Dean is 100% DONE with watching Cas die, Cas either lives a bit longer as a widower or they go at the same time no ifs ands or buts.

Yes Dean knows that’s like an impossible promise to definitely keep but he threatened to call off the whole wedding after HE was the one that insisted on inviting everyone unless Cas let Dean put that promise in their vows

Y/N?

Ngl I imagine he does this on the spot so Cas can't talk him out of it

Like it already took him at least 15 proposals before Cas actually said yes, Dean's not about to get this shot down

So just imagine

at their wedding, it's small and casual. Friends and family together in their backyard, Dean managed to talk Cas into wearing cowboy hats. Cas managed to talk Dean into wearing a suit

And just as Cas finishes his heartwarming, tear-jerking, love-in-his-eyes vows that leave everyone's hearts exploding

Dean kisses Cas' hands, smiles, and says "I vow to kill myself immediately if you die before I do"

Dead silence

Cas stares at Dean wide-eyed "... Dean"

"I'm serious. I've watched you die too many friggin times. Each one hurting worse than the last"

"Dean" Cas getting more concerned

"Burning your body felt worse than being in hell"

"Dean..."

"And when the.. the empty took you I just-" Dean lets out a humorless laugh "Fuck, Cas, I asked myself what the point even was any more"

"Oh Dean..."

"And if I have to watch you die again, after everything we've been through, after everything I've put you through? It's gonna destroy me"

Cas grips his hands tightly, his eyes glassy with more tears as the frustration he felt earlier melts

"So" Dean takes a breath, staring down at their joint hands as he speaks from the heart "While we're alive, while we're married and together, while I still have you down here slumming it with us mud monkeys, I'm gonna vow to make sure you never have any doubts. I'm gonna spend every waking moment making your life here so good, you'd wanna live forever with me"

Castiel breaths in shakily, stopping himself from telling Dean that was already the plan

"I can't promise it's gonna be easy. I've never been easy to be with" Dean winks making Cas chuckle "But this is it for me. You're it for me. Hell, heaven, purgatory, the Empty. Wherever you go, I'll be right there with you"

Castiel sniffles, refusing to turn away

"Till death do us part my ASS. We ain't parting for shit"

"I love you"

The kiss comes a little earlier than expected, but it's not like they care. Not like this was ever a traditional wedding (They have pie instead of cake, and God himself is officiating the wedding)

They're happy

Cas is gonna have to talk to Dean about the potential suicide though

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anyways, ba-dum-tsk

[adaobiiii]

────────── adrien x chaotic!reader ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Prompt : Head cannons of Adrien and his pretty chaotic partner

Pairing : Adrien Agreste x Reader, Adrien x Reader

Warnings : None, Fluff

A/N : Since the last x adrien headcannon got real popular i decided to write another. Reader is mainly referred to as “you”. Can be read from any perspective. The reader has the monkey miraculous in this.

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Relationship Information

Adrien was not prepared to meet you. 

The first time you guys met was actually battling an akuma. 

Chat noir was clearing the area and guiding citizens to safety when he saw you in front of the akuma. Before he could reach out to save you, you had thrown a pie at an akuma instead of running away

He knew immediately that you were a problem.

At first, he thought he was just amused by you

"You’re ridiculous."

"And you love it." (He did. But he wasn’t ready to admit it.)

Plagg noticed before Adrien did. "Kid, you look at them like they hung the moon."

"I DO NOT—" Plagg just rolls his eyes. He knew Adrien was doomed.

At some point, Ladybug decided to give the monkey miraculous (out of desperation) to you.

Technically she gave it to chat noir to give to you cause she felt like he’d find someone who matched its vibe yk. 

Now he miscalculated as chat noir and ended up de-transforming in front of you…. 

Now that you know each other's superhero and civilian identity, you flirt with him even more, but Adrien assumes you were just messing with him.

"Wow, minou, I should’ve gotten a Miraculous that lets me steal hearts instead."

"Haha… yeah…" (Adrien.exe has stopped working)

It hit him all at once during a fight. You got seriously hurt for the first time, and he panicked.

"That wasn’t funny, don’t ever do that again."

“You’re worried about me, minou?" (You were smirking, but your voice was softer than usual.)

"Of course I am, I—"

Oh. Oh no.

He immediately tried to pretend he wasn’t in love with you. Spoiler: he failed miserably.

"Dude, just confess." Nino attempts to convince him

"What if they laugh at me?"

"BRO. THEY’VE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU FOR MONTHS." Alya literally screams at him cause how can one be that blind???

Adrien finally worked up the nerve to tell you… except he blurted it out at the worst possible moment.

You were mid-prank, trying to see how many macarons you could balance on his head.

"I think I’m in love with you." All the macarons fell.

You just stared at him.

"You think?"

"I mean—No—I know—Wait, I wanted to say this differently—"

You grinned and tackled him into a hug. "Took you long enough."

"…Wait, you KNEW?!"

"Of course I knew! Adrien, I’ve been waiting for you to realize!"

You kissed his cheek and whispered, "You’re cute when you’re flustered."

Adrien.exe crashed again.

Daily Life and Couple Things

Adrien is used to following strict rules, so your unpredictable nature baffles and delights him. He never knows what you'll do next, and honestly? He loves it.

"Why are you stealing my food?"

"Because if I asked, you’d say yes, and that takes the fun out of it."

You introduce him to the concept of "doing things just because," and he finds himself in questionable activities.

You once replaced Adrien’s schedule with completely fake classes.

"Why do I have 'Advanced Duck Whispering' at 10 AM?"

"Oh, you better hurry. Ms. Quackens doesn’t like tardiness."

Whenever Lila lies, you nod aggressively and add an even more ridiculous detail to the story, just to see if she rolls with it. 

Adrien has to turn away to keep from laughing.

You steal his expensive pens just to make him chase you. (He lets you win half the time because he likes seeing you happy.)

Adrien never swears, so you teach him "acceptable alternatives." Now, when he stubs his toe, he says, "Oh, sugar biscuits!"

Adrien, being the sweet boy he is, is initially horrified when you encourage minor chaos. "We can’t just take an entire baguette and run!" But then you flash him a grin, and suddenly… maybe you can.

(Don’t worry he left cash on the shop workers counter before you could see)

You teach him how to sneak out without getting caught (he gets caught anyway because he’s too polite to ignore Nathalie’s calls)

Sometimes, Adrien stares at you with so much fondness because you make his life exciting in a way he never expected.

You randomly poke his cheek when he's deep in thought, just to remind him you're there.

"Adrien, I have a totally normal and reasonable idea."

"Last time you said that, we almost got arrested.”

"Yeah, but we didn’t."

Jester & Chat Noir

Your entire fighting style is just annoying the villain until they quit.

Ladybug : “What’s your plan Jester?”

You : "Oh, I’m just gonna confuse them until they give up."

The funny thing is that it works. You dodge every attack in the stupidest ways possible while cracking jokes, and by the end, the akuma is exhausted.

You make constant puns just to see how long it takes for Chat Noir to regret his life choices.

“That was a very MONKEY business decision.”

“Stop.”

“Come on, mon minou, don’t go bananas.”

“PLEASE.”

Ladybug feels like the puns you make are even worse than chat’s (which says ALOT)

Your Lucky Charm equivalent? Some random object that you have to make work in the dumbest way possible

And you always do

Chat Noir : “How will a balloon animal help?!”

You : “Have faith, dear feline.

Ladybug sometimes regrets making you an official hero (she loves you but sometimes it feels like she’s babysitting two kids). However, you seem to make chat noir happy so she doesn’t say anything.

Chat Noir : "We have to be subtle!”

You : "Got it." Immediately does something incredibly unsubtle.

Adrien knows he should be stopping you from causing chaos, but half the time, he’s laughing too hard to stop you.

You like to bet on who can make the most dramatic entrance. He’s Chat Noir, so he should win, but then you show up swinging from a chandelier, and he has to admit defeat.

You tell him you have "a foolproof plan" to defeat an akuma. It usually works… in the most absurd way possible. (Like getting the akuma to monologue while you steal their weapon.)

Plagg & You: A Dangerous Duo

Plagg adores you. Like, this ball of chaos sees you as his favorite human.

Adrien knew you two would be trouble the second he caught you teaching Plagg how to juggle tiny cheese wheels.

“Why does my room smell like burned camembert?”

“…No reason.” (You and Plagg are exchanging guilty looks.)

Plagg is your biggest enabler. If you come up with a bad idea, Plagg is the first to say, “DO IT.”

Whenever Adrien tries to be responsible, Plagg just floats over to you and whispers, “Distract him.” And you DO.

Adrien : “I have a photoshoot tomorrow, I really can’t—”

You : grabs a pillow and smacks him in the face “Oops.”

Adrien : “…you did that on purpose.”

Plagg : “I think you should hit them back. For justice.”

Adrien refuses to let you and Plagg be alone together anymore. The last time he left you both unsupervised he came back to his entire closet upside down.

Around Others

Nino & Alya

"So let me get this straight. Adrien’s dating a human tornado." 

"Yep."

Nino thinks you’re hilarious and enables you (almost as much as plagg).

"You should be stopping them."  Alya points out

"But it’s FUNNY.”

Alya, however, is constantly trying to get footage of your shenanigans.  

"Girl, you are PRIME Ladyblog content."

"Alya, no–"  

Nino once watched you convince Adrien to climb onto a moving carousel and decided that was enough for the day.

“Dude, she’s gonna get you arrested."  

"It’s called ‘living a little,’ Nino."  Adrien recites one of your many catchphrases

Marinette

"I just- Adrien, how do you handle this??"  

"With love and patience."

Meanwhile, you’re in the background doing flips off a park bench.

100% baffled by how you two work.  

She thought Adrien needed a sweet, gentle love interest. Instead, he’s dating a human cyclone  

Lowkey respects that you can get him away from his suffocating home life, though.  

Chloé

"Ugh, of COURSE, you’d date someone like them." 

Tries to hate you but is secretly jealous of how free you are.  

Once, you borrowed… her expensive sunglasses and put them on Ladybug plush she owned.  

"CHLÖÉ LOOK, THE STATUE IS FASHIONABLE NOW!"  

She actually screamed.

Cute Moments

You and Adrien are that couple that makes no sense but also makes perfect sense.

He’s the golden retriever to your orange cat and somehow, it works.

He adores how free-spirited you are. You make him feel like life isn’t just about rules and expectations.

You once convinced him to ditch a photoshoot for a whole day of fun. He swore he’d regret it. 

He did NOT regret it.

It was the happiest you’d ever seen him.

You love ruffling his hair just to see him pout.

"Stop that!"

"Never."

He definitely holds your hand to keep you from running off to do something stupid.

"You’re not wandering off this time."

"I would never—"

Adrien just raises an eyebrow in disbelief.

Whenever Adrien gets overwhelmed with expectations, you grab his hand and pull him away.

"C’mon, minou. Let’s get lost for a bit."

He always feels lighter with you.

You poke his cheek when he’s sad. If that doesn’t work, you tickle him. If that doesn’t work, you grab his hand and start spinning him around in circles.

"Let me down—"

"Not until you smile again”

He doesn’t know why, but it always makes his heart race.

Adrien loves spontaneous cuddles. You’ll randomly throw yourself onto him, and he’ll just melt.

"You’re warm." 

"Are you using me as a personal heater again?"

"…No?"

People either love or fear you two together and yet somehow, you bring out the best in each other.

"Adrien, do you trust me?"

"…No. But I like you, so let’s go."

[mehiwilldoitlater]

I literally grew up watching DBZ on Toonami reruns as a kid.. and it’s got me thinking…..

The Destined One (if you fight you know who to get the True Ending) receives Sun Wukong’s memories, but is clearly still his Own Self.. he gets to keep his individuality but now he has the knowledge and wisdom of Daddy OG Wukong’s previous experiences…

But what if….. it worked like a Namekian absorption fusion? Like with Piccolo and Nail?

like The Destined One literally Has OG Wukong chattering away in his head like a little subconscious Jiminy cricket.. but with more quips Less guidance and WAY more Shit talking. 

((Oh God, this thing is so breaking funny?! Like WHAAAAAA?Okay, okay, let me spice it up a little. Beware, slighty suggestive at some point))

After the Memories of Sun Wukong were bestowed on him, he became the new Sage (to the dismay of the Celestial Court). Everything seemed pretty fine with Yuán Fèn. He was strong; everybody accepted him as the new Monkey King, and his wish was to live happily ever after with you. 

At first, it was just a small thing—a small voice that he heard from time to time. Just like when you think that someone is calling you and then nothing! He blamed the successful events; he not even needed to let you worry about!

While he was stirring his own tea, sitting under the tree at your side, he heard it again.

"Young one!"

He stiffened his neck, looking around, but he came back to his tea. No one was calling him; it was the fifth time that day. How strange...

Then, things started to get REALLY strange. He started to hear full sentences, or after he had responded to them, he even received another remark!

"I can't believe you defeated my stone self with that stance."

"I can't believe that I'm turning into some kind of demented monkey with the old save powers."

"I HEARD THAT!!"

He suddenly loosed his own balance and started you and other young monkeys.

He thought he could handle it; he could handle a god as Erlang; he could handle this too!

He couldn't be more wrong. 

"You look awfully tried. Are you sure you're sleeping well?"

He just nodded, just hoping that the Great Sage could spare him some sleep in the afternoon from his continuous blabbering. 

At the end, he finally confessed everything to you. It was noble to know that he didn't want to obligate you to handle this thing with him, but instead you simply accepted it.

After all, you were soon to be King and Queen; you wanted to share his burden!

"Sooo...what does he say? About me, I mean..."

Yuán Fèn stayed silent, expecting something from the voice in his head.

"Umm...nice hips! She's going to bear a lot of kids, young one!"

"He said you're okay."

Things started to get strange when Yuán Fèn started to actually see him.

He almost had a heart attack the day that he saw him, and oh my, if he wished to get rid of him. 

You believed that it wasn't such a big deal; Wukong must have been a rational creature to leave your privacy alone! ....Wrong.

The sound of your sigh and panting emitted in your small abode. The only source of light is a small candel, near the end of it. 

His hands held your hips, while your lips kept on caressing his cheeks, leaving kisses and small bites. He tried to restrain a laugh, but the rumble in his chest took it away.

"Did you like it?"

He mewled, his tail moving restless around.

"I don't know him, but do I enjoy the view!"

Yuán Fèn suddenly screamed, making you fall from his hips, causing you to hit your head in the side of the bed, exposing in that motion your chest to the ceiling and to an invisible monkey that only the young one could see.

"W-WHAT THE -"

"DO YOU MIND?!"

"Uh, uh, uh, you should mind that boner in your thoughts! I think she would love to take care of that!"

And, while your lover tried to protect you from a pair of eyes that wasn't even there, you started to feel your desire and passion slowly fade away.

Things didn't get better, and now frustration started to get attached to you, like some kind of parasite. You were fed up, he was fed up, and Wukong... he couldn't find the situation more amusing.

"Am I in front of him?"

"Yes?"

"What does he do?"

"He's just...staring, just staring."

You clear your throat, while, only for Yuán Fèn, the old sage gave another bite to the peach, looking at the small human that was acting all big in front of him. You took enough control, and finally.

"Sun Wukong... I need to fuck, like for real. Leave us alone for... I don't know, 48 hours."

In his head, the poor monkey felt the great sage equal to Heaven laugh like never before.

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𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Part 1

𐙚 Emperor Geta x Fem! Emperor Caracalla x Fem! 𐙚 18+

Summary: As one of Caracalla's concubines, you find yourself in a bind when you grab his brother's attention.

Warnings/contains: fem dom (kinda), sub male, concubines, smoking, alcohol consumption, obsession, idealization, not proof read-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 0.6k

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The air is filled with a pleasant stillness, broken only by the faint murmur of voices. People cluster in small groups, their chats blending into a soothing hum in the lounging room. Courtesans lay over the emperors and their guests; women laughed, and men gossiped over art they did not understand.

You lay your back over Emperor’s Caracalla’s lap. He spoke with a servant, listing out sweets; however, getting distracted every few moments by the pet monkey in his hair. From across the plush furniture, Emperor Geta waved his fingers your way.

It was best to smile and wave back but not engage *too* much. Caracalla, known for growing jealous of his brother easily, would not like that. However, you were never that fond of the childish man. You sat up, your long hair covering your breasts, and you waved to him. Geta smiled and sent over a pitcher of wine to you; to which, the other concubines on him grumbled. The few had to share their wine, and even then, it was never a full *pitcher*.

After the servant placed the pitcher onto the table, and poured you a cup, she whispered, “Enjoy.” You smiled at him again, and Geta smirked.

“W- what?” Caracalla looked between the two of you. Geta tended to his women, and you went back to sipping on your wine. He bitterly bit his lip; he knew what he saw! Yet another one of his Courtesans preferred Geta over him! Why were they so attracted to him? Why *weren’t* they attracted to him instead?! “Go put more wood in the fire.” Caracalla nudged your shoulder.

“That is alright.” Geta said to his brother, instead, calling over a guard. Caracalla snarled.

“No…it is fine. I will do it, my emperor.” Caracalla, although rather twitchy from being agitated, was pleasantly surprised when you stood from the piles of pillows and warm sheets. Your nude body caught the eyes of everyone who had them before you wrapped a shawl around your hips.

Maybe it was because of his greed, but as you bent over the fire, keeping your hair from it as you added wood, Geta knew he wanted you. Not in an idealistic manner but a firm, rock-hard need. This craving would not be satisfied until Caracalla left you alone.

From there, you kneeled by the Shisha pipe. Geta watched, his elbows on his knees as you inhaled before blowing smoke from your open mouth. Lost in your gaze, hair and curvy body, he began to sweat. It was uncomfortable. Maybe it was because you made him feel so small, so pathetic sometimes. He wondered if the wine gesture was even enough to get you to stand near him. Not unlike a schoolboy approaching his crush, he pulled at his collar and tried again.

When you sat beside his brother, he sent over a box of imported sweets. He tried to distract himself, but it was impossible. “Oh, my. Thank you, Caracalla.” You hugged the emperor.

“W-watch out for Dundas please…” He tiled his head for a moment, wondering why you were thanking him. The sweets. “O-oh, yes…uhm, you are welcome.”  Whenever he muttered, you knew he was lying but you did not address it, instead; you chose to pet the monkey on her arm.

Geta rolled his eyes and sighed. Caracalla was not even attracted to you! Not like he should be. Every time, Caracalla chose the most gorgeous women just to lie in bed beside!

“What is the matter?” One of Geta’s Courtesans asked, rubbing his thigh.

“Get off of me!” He grumbled, leaving the room.

“He- hehe, Brother is mad. You made him angry.” He pointed an accusing finger to the Courtesan. “He will have your head, haha!” The woman trembled, looking away from Caracalla. “Oh, I am only joking! Do people not tell jokes anymore?! Hahaha!”

PART 2

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[foldingfittedsheets]

In the bloom of my youth I found myself on an evening with my best friend in the park. We were young and it was a beautiful warm summer night to be out. At sixteen in a small rural town our options for entertainment were limited but it had been a good day.

Park is a somewhat generous term for the locale, what it amounted to was a cleared space with some planters and bushes, a tiny podium, and a square of trees round the perimeter. We had been hanging about with our friend who needed to leave, and waiting to be picked up ourselves, carless plebeians that we were.

So there we were, two teen girls in the park alone as the last of the light faded. Neither of us had cellphones, and my nana was collecting us right from the park as we’d agreed earlier. We were in no hurry, knowing she’d arrive when she arrived.

Until my friend said, “What was that?”

I looked up to where she was pointing but I didn’t see anything. “What?” I asked.

“I think it was… someone streaking?”

It was absurd to think. Our little town, tiny and rural as it was, with a streaker. But I loved my friend, so instead of laughing I said, “Let’s go see.”

I’m not sure what I thought it was, but I was confident she’d be less nervous if we investigated and found a plastic bag or a jogger in white. And I’ll admit I was curious at this anomaly. We made our way across the park to where she’d pointed.

That’s when I saw it too. A flash of pale skin under the streetlights, moving too quickly through the shadows and shrubs to see clearly. My friend clung to my arm, shrinking in on herself and I felt the first twitch of fear. Investigating no longer seemed like the thing to do.

I was determined to protect her from whatever was lurking, so I changed course and started cutting away from the movement, heading for the small shopping center not too far outside the park.

Our progress was suddenly arrested as the mysterious figure launched into our path. A man crouched on the pavement before us, fully nude except for a loincloth. His hair was in white people dreads. It was in every way like Tarzan had stepped out of the animated movie into real life.

My friends fingers were digging painfully into my arm and we stood stock still, staring at this bizarre apparition. He was still a good fifteen feet away from us. He stared back, making soft simian “ooh ooh” sounds.

I was struggling to process that a man in a loin cloth was right there when he started to move toward us. It was in his monkey half crouch, a few shambling steps, slow, with his eyes fixed on us.

“Leave us alone!” I declared.

He stopped, tilting his head this way and that. Then shifted like he would take another step.

I was fully afraid now, but I was also furious that he was menacing us and scaring my friend. I dropped her arm, marching forward with wrath in my eyes and said, “Get out of here before we call the cops!”

At my approach he turned and bolted back into the bushes. I whipped around and zipped back toward my friend, grabbing her arm and power walking us out of there. We arrived at the nearest business and darted inside, conveying what had just happened in garbled snippets.

The workers were outraged to hear our story. They let me call my nana to tell her where we were, then asked if we’d like to call the police. I shook my head. I emphatically did not want to deal with the police.

In the safety of the store my fear had started to feel ridiculous. It was probably just some bored prankster.

As we waited for my nana my friend quietly admitted she would rather liked to have called the cops. I apologized for not asking. We lapsed into silence. She said, “I can’t believe you went toward him.”

I couldn’t either. I didn’t remember planning on it, only I wanted to be between him and my friend. “Do you think he was crazy or was it just a prank?”

She shook her head. She didn’t know either. All these years later I still don’t really know what happened that night. If he was on a dare, or cosplaying Tarzan for fun, or if he was unwell. A lot of the details have hazed over with time but the utter dissonance of seeing a man in a loin cloth pop out of the bushes is seared into me.

I also remember back then, in a whisper both scandalized and fascinated, my friend admitting, “I saw Tarzan’s penis.”

[sh4nksslvt]

Hii! Can you please write something for Garp? I mean the young Garp, he has my heart.

finally! someone gets it!! dahaha young garp is just 😋🥵

Clash of Fists and Hearts

In their early days as Marines, Garp and Y/n are the chaotic, unstoppable duo no one dares challenge — sparring with fists, flirting with grins, and slowly realizing they’re doomed for each other.

Young Garp × GN!Reader

tags: fluff, sfw, flirty banter, chaotic duo, friends-to-lovers vibes, cheesy

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe

word count: 1k

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The Marine base was buzzing with noise. Recruits barked drills across the training grounds, seagulls squawked overhead, and somewhere deep in the mess hall, someone dropped a tray with a resounding crash. But none of it compared to the chaos he brought with him.

"You call that a punch?!" Young Garp — brash, grinning, unstoppable — hollered across the field as he blocked a poor recruit’s trembling fist with one hand.

You sighed heavily from where you leaned against the base’s stone wall, arms crossed, watching him with a mixture of amusement and second-hand exhaustion.

"Maybe you should let the poor kid live, Garp," you called lazily. "You’re going to knock him into retirement before he even gets a pension."

Garp turned at your voice, that wild, boyish smile lighting up his face. "Hey! If he can’t survive me, how’s he gonna survive the Grand Line?"

The recruit looked like he might pass out at any second. You rolled your eyes and pushed off the wall, strolling over with a casual swagger that made Garp’s grin twitch wider.

"Maybe start with something a little less life-threatening," you teased, reaching out to ruffle the poor recruit’s hair. "Like paperwork."

Garp shuddered visibly. "Paperwork’s more dangerous than pirates."

You snorted. "Only because you can’t read half the time."

"Oi!" Garp barked a laugh and pointed at you, puffing up like a kid ready to wrestle. "Say that again, Y/n, and I’ll make you spar me instead!"

The challenge gleamed in his eyes. You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I’m not scared of you, Monkey D. Garp."

The recruits nearest you gasped like you’d just insulted the gods themselves. One even dropped his sword. Garp whistled low, striding forward until he was towering over you, arms crossed over his broad chest.

"You should be." His voice dropped into something almost playful, almost daring.

Your heart skipped before you could scold it. You stood your ground, tilting your head up stubbornly. "Last time we sparred, you ended up eating dirt, remember?"

Garp barked out a laugh that turned every head on the field. "Only 'cause you cheated!" he accused, grinning like a fool. "You kissed me on the cheek, you sly bastard!"

Heat crept into your face. "It was a distraction!"

"A damn good one," he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully, still grinning that reckless grin. "Might’ve fallen a little bit in love with you after that."

You choked. The recruits exploded in scandalized whispers.

Garp leaned closer until you could see the crinkle of mischief around his eyes. "What’s wrong, Y/n? You can punch a Sea King but you can’t take a little flirting?"

You resisted the very strong urge to punch him instead — or kiss him again, you weren’t sure which would be worse.

Later that afternoon, you found yourself trapped with Garp in the base's strategy room, surrounded by piles of boring reports. This time, you were the one who dragged him in.

"If you don't finish this," you warned, slapping a thick folder into his calloused hands, "the commander said he'll make you scrub the training grounds with a toothbrush."

Garp scowled like you'd sentenced him to death. "Y/n... you're cruel. Beautiful, but cruel."

You snorted and kicked your boots up onto the table. "Flattery won't save you."

"It might," he said hopefully. When you didn't respond, he sighed dramatically, sprawling out on the chair like a defeated dog.

You watched him struggle through the first report, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. There was something weirdly endearing about it — this rough, reckless man trying (and failing) to look serious.

Without thinking, you plucked a pen from his ear (how did it even stay there?) and clicked it against his forehead. He looked up, blinking.

"You’re hopeless," you said fondly.

"And you're stuck with me," he shot back with a grin. "Unless you plan to jump ship?"

You shrugged. "Maybe. I hear that some pirates are recruiting."

Garp gasped, scandalized. "You traitor! I'll have to arrest you myself."

He lunged dramatically across the table. You yelped, laughing, trying to dodge — but he caught your wrist in a gentle, warm grip. The room stilled for a beat, laughter fading into something quieter.

"You’re not really going anywhere, right?" Garp said, voice low and suddenly serious.

You stared at him — at the raw, open trust in those reckless eyes. A slow smile curled your lips.

"Not unless you come with me, Monkey."

He beamed so brightly you thought you might go blind.

A Few Weeks Later

Word got around the base like wildfire. Garp and Y/n were a nightmare duo. During drills, they were unbeatable. During downtime, they were unbearable.

Their teasing matches were the stuff of legend. So were the unspoken glances. The way they always ended up side-by-side without realizing. The way they laughed louder together than with anyone else.

One evening, after a brutal round of training, you collapsed next to him under the fading sun. Both of you were dusted with dirt and sweat, chests heaving from exhaustion.

"You’re not half bad," you teased breathlessly, elbowing him.

Garp grinned, flashing those wolfish teeth. "You too. For a weakling."

You nudged him harder. He shoved back playfully, sending you sprawling onto the grass with a yelp. You caught his wrist before he could retreat, dragging him down with you in a chaotic heap.

There was a moment — a heartbeat where the world faded — and it was just the two of you, tangled together, breathing each other’s air.

You could feel the rumble of Garp’s laugh against your shoulder. "Maybe we should just stay like this," he said lazily. "Nice and comfy."

You rolled your eyes, pretending your heart wasn’t hammering. "You're heavy."

"Muscle weighs more than fat, sweetheart."

You slapped his arm lightly. "Keep sweet-talking me like that, and I might just marry you," you joked without thinking.

Garp stilled for a second. Then — "Good," he said, voice low and warm. "You’re mine anyway."

Your cheeks burned hotter than a cannon blast. But you didn’t pull away. And neither did he.

[sleighhethereal]

Macaque is a fucking stalker, he didn't hide it when it came to you.

He never caused you pain by any means, it was just annoying and you'd always have to look behind you or scan your surroundings to make sure you're alone.

Macaque told you he'd never invade your privacy, but you never believed him.

Then the gifts started.

You'd find little trinkets at your doorstep, with little letters stuck to it— with your name written on them because Macaque knows you'd throw it away otherwise.

The first gift was a chair.

A fucking chair.

You always complained about your back hurting when you take naps in your living room and no matter how many times I tell you to just go to bed, you never listen. So I made this to get you to shut up.

- Macaque

And it did, the fabric was so soft and it could lean back. Macaque always changed the subject when you brought it up and thanked him.

The next gift was a sweater. It was oversized and so so comfy...

I found this lying around. Thought it'd be nice for charity.

- Macaque

Yeah, sure. You've never seen Macaque wear or steal sweaters for no damn reason.

Two months passed and you hadn't received a gift. You expected them like every week, you began to get worried and tried to call him. It'd ring but he never picked up.

It was until you came back from work that you found a white letter on your doorstep.

You read it.

Just go inside lol

- Macaque

What the fuck??

You unlocked your door and gasped at the sight.

The lights were off but candles lit the table, and soft purple petals scattered your floors leading to a familiar dark-furred monkey.

He held a bouquet of your favourite flowers, seeing the stems breaking slightly from how tight his grip was on them.

You slowly walked up to him, your bag leaving your arm in the process.

His shaky sigh reached your ears.

"I gave this so much thought and... I still don't know what I'm doing." Macaque chuckled and gulped at the same time, looking down at the mess he thought he made with the petals. "I'll clean this up, don't worry."

You couldn't help the snort rising your throat. That seemed to calm him down a bit.

"You... are so amazing." Macaque started, "and so much fun to tease and be around. I find myself just wasting my time thinking about you and it never gets tiring. I want to be romantic for you, I want to help you, I hate seeing you mess yourself up over work... I love your hair, your eyes, your noise, your laugh, oh, your laugh.."

Tears welled his eyes and he turned away instantly. "Shit."

You laughed and reached for his face, turning him towards you.

Macaque sniffled slightly and leaned into your touch. "Th...Thank you for being patient with me, for letting me into your life and not hurting me. You do so much for me just by being there and listening, and just... you know."

He slowly got down on one knee.

"[Y/N]. I love you. I love you so much, and I'd love to be your partner, will you?"

You stared down at the flowers, then at him.

"...Are you asking me to be your girlfriend or your wife?"

Macaque passed and let out a laugh, pointing at you with the bouquet in his palms. "If I did, you better say yes. I'm wasting tears here instead of watching my drama show."

You laughed too and got on your knees too to hug him.

You felt the bouquet fall from his hands as they wrapped around your frame, gripping your back like you were going to disappear at any moment.

"..Is that a yes?" He asked softly.

"Of course, you shit."

[blackknight-kai]

I made it my life mission to send as many asks to you as humanly possible. so...

Tail. Monke's tail right? We talked about this already.. it's cute, nimble, sensitive

So how about our Monke, being the annoying trickster that he is, just playing with us with his tail. and i don't mean like a sex thing

I mean this little menace poking us with it and tickling and generaly being annoying. he also likes to tap our cheeks with it and reader is so used to it by that point that she just mock snaps her teeth and pretends to try and bite his tail. but. BUT one time she's actually fast enough to catch his tail in her teeth and instead of biting down (she would never hurt him) she just keeps it in her mouth and lick it and... you know... she has oral fixation

LMFAO yeah our monkey DO/Wukong is a little shit with that damn thing. He absolutely is a menace. Always using it to tickle or poke you. Might tease you randomly or make you think something is crawling on you with how lightly he touches you with it. Definitely swipes your face with it or tickles your nose. All around obnoxious with it and always says shit like ‘it has a mind of its own’ as he tries to get away with things.

He thinks he so damn cheeky and too quick for you to either catch it stop him from being an annoyance - he likes you so of COURSE he has to mess with you. Your hands are never fast enough and when you snap your teeth at him it just makes him laugh harder and boop you in the face again. Uncaring about your nonexistent threat.

One day you’re sitting and he’s walked by you about 3 times, each one he gently smacks you across the face with the soft appendage and you’re prepared and waiting for the fourth inevitable time he does it. When he does you strike and let out a triumphant noise around his tail as the furry thing stills in your mouth, having caught it between your teeth gently.

You look up at him with amusement and see that he has completely stilled, looking down at you in shock. Absolutely not expecting that you would have caught his tail.

It twitches in your mouth and you put a gentle pressure on it, not enough to hurt him in anyway and he can definitely remove it if he wants. But as you lock eyes a sly grin and idea pops up into your head.

Using your tongue, you lick at the fur in your mouth and gleefully watch as his fur just about stands on end and his eyes widen at the action. His mouth hangs open and a tiny little flush blooms on his cheeks where the fur is thinned out to reveal skin. You lick it again, curling your tongue around what you can in your mouth and a full body shudder goes through him before he reaches out and grips your chin firmly but gently.

You dont let go, instead you smirk around the appendage in your mouth continue to stroke his fur with your tongue. The look in his eye, while shocked still starts to darken and his breaths come a little quicker.

Later, after you’re panting lying on your back after an earth shattering orgasm, you learn that his tail is extremely sensitive. And that what you had done essentially was similar to licking and sucking on his finger, just to a higher degree, sending signals to his brain and waking his cock up. The act of licking his fur too was something VERY intimate, reserved for mate behavior in his kind. You’d essentially propositioned and drove his instincts into ‘mate’ and ‘breed’ mode.

Huh….well…

Curiously you reach out and grab his lax tail, his body stiffens as you stroke it for a moment before bringing the tip to your mouth, keeping your eyes locked on his.

The rumble that leaves his chest as you wraps your lips around the end of it alerts you that yeah, it’s gonna be a long night.

[thelovinghost]

Hello there!!!! may i request headcanons on how the ouran host would flirt??

YES OMG I JUST SAW THIS REQUEST ON JULY 1 2023 [Yet I'm posting this in almost August...] Left out Mori cause he don't talk

Tamaki Suoh

A natural born flirt

He's so good, even his regular talking sounds like he's flirting

He's a cheesy flirt, but he has his moments were he's like a poet

"Your eyes are deep as my love for you"

"I'd rather look into your eyes than any stars in the night sky"

He knows how to make anyone blush, even those daring cougars

Man is great at foreplay

You get so used to his flirting that you become immune to it

^ He gets really upset by this, flirting is his best trait

^ Bro gets into a mental crisis. If he loses his flirting ability, will you become unattracted to him?

He loves when you play along with him and flirt back

He loves to flirt and it's his life

Though, if you're better than him at flirting?

He doesn't even know how to process it

Doing it effortlessly? He wants you to stop, because he's afraid you might flirt with other people, even if you don't realize it

You think he's over reacting [And you're right]

Hikaru Hitachiin

He's mean

At first he flirted with you as a joke, you know, like friends

But then when he gains feelings, he becomes a weird ball of confusion and uncontrolled emotions and he takes it out on you

He's mean to you, because he doesn't know how else to express his emotions

You're very confused

He gives you mixed emotions

One second he's over you like cuteness on a puppy then the next he ignores you

His brother will confront him and will sweep in to help your relationship [If you could call it that]

He'll flirt with you, so that Hikaru accepts his feelings [he doesn't]

In fact, he gets into a fight with his brother when they get mad

Hikaru and Kaoru get into such a bad fight, that it effects their host club activities

Hikaru's scared of rejection and abandonment

He's scared if he opens up, you won't want him

But you think he's fine either way

He's just a bad flirt with someone he likes, to cut it short

Kaoru Hitachiin

He's genuinely the best flirt

He's sweet and kind and unlike Tamaki he doesn't flirt with everyone

He's able to express every emotion he has for you when he flirts, unlike his brother

It's not even really flirting for him. It's just him telling you how much he loves you and everything you do to him

He'll make you blush and smile so much your cheeks hurt

He's genuinely so smooth

He'll grab your hands and tell you sweet nothings

He genuinely means everything he says to you

He loves you and wants you to know that

Mitsukuni 'Honey' Haninozuka

He has a child-like idea of flirting

He'll give you his sweets and lets you hold Usa-chan

He loves admiring you and will just randomly say how pretty he thinks you are

He's so cute, he can say the dirtest things and you won't even realize what it means

You'll think it's just cute

But it's not. He is a filthy, nasty, dude

But he has this child-like innocence atmosphere around him

He compares you to his favorite sweets and tells you he'd pick you over Usa-chan

[Damn, that's a compliment]

"You're as sweet as sugar, Y/n-chan!"

He has this sweet smile on his face as he tells you everything

"Y/n have you ever heard of a Funky Monkey?"

"No, why?"

He laughs, shaking his head, "I can show you, if you'd like"

Don't let him show you

He wants you to see him as a man, not a boy, hence the sex innuendos

Kyoya Ootori

His idea of flirting is pointing out your flaws and criticizing you

Kind of a douchebag ngl

I guess another way to put is that he's not to good with words

He'll take you wherever you wanna go

^ That's kind of his love language

He kind of looks at you and admires you

Though he doesn't admit it

He, like Hikaru, is scared of his emotions

He uses his actions instead of words

It's okay, you understand him well enough to accept this

You don't mind

Though when does open up to you, he'll occasionally, VERY RARELY, say something sweet

"You look nice today, Y/n"

You'll look down at your yellow dress, which you always wear because it's the uniform. "Ummm.... Thank you?"

He feels like an idiot after saying this though, so please don't call him out

Haruhi Fujioka

Terrible flirt

Can not flirt to save her life

When she does 'flirt' it's not even consciously

It's kind of like a mask

When she does try and tell you how she feels, it kind of falls flat?

Like she says it in such a flat tone and it comes off weird?

"Wow, you smell nice today"

^ "Excuse me?" [She says it like she either doesn't mean it or that you smell awful every other time of day]

She just keeps making it worse by continuing with it and not backing down

In fact, you'll probably be turned off by her for a while, because of her flirting

Eventually one of the other host club members hear her flirting and go to save her

"Haha, he doesn't mean that. He's an idiot." They'll pat her back, before dragging him off

"What is wrong with you? What was that?"

"I was flirting"

They then laugh at her and she frowns

She needs help