#he’s so stupid and i adore him w my whole heart

[ahbogman]

why does nobody ever talk about this line

[bitchimasnake-sss]

"i feel kinda ugly" ft. the monster trio!

in which the biggest dumbasses in the whole of sea comfort you when you fall prey to your shitty thoughts ft. luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader set-up: you happened to utter out what you thought of yourself and these men are here to prove you wrong. (kind of a serious set of headcanons, but ill try being funny when i can) warnings: nsfw; somnophilia if you squint, oral f!receiving and m!recieving, boobjob, creampie; MDNI (thankyou very much)

luffy:

my fav little gremlin's in town ^^

- "i feel kinda ugly" you had muttered it under your breath, words dissolving into the chilly night air. you were laying on your shared bed, staring up at the uneventful ceiling as he snored lightly next to you. - he was supposed to be asleep, atleast that's what you had thought (how can you expect him to stay up after eating like 500kg of meat??) - but he stirs awake almost instantly, turning his head to look at your face. he stifles a yawn, mumbling through a half-lidded gaze, "why would you say that?" - "why would i say what?" you smile, waving it off as if it had just been a wayward thought - but lord knows the amount of nights you've tossed and turned, thinking about all the ways you were incompetent for this man who lay in front of you. you weren't pretty like nami or robin, you weren't quick-witted like them, god, what did he see in you? - "who said you were ugly?" his face is scrunched up, the crease b/w his eyebrows deepening "luffy let it g-" "no. who said it?" his violent undertone doesn't go unnoticed, as if he's threatening to take care of whoever made you miserable - you don't have the heart to tell him it's yourself. you convinced yourself you weren't pretty enough. - and so, you stay silent - but his arms are pulling you impossibly close. closer and closer till your chest is pressed flushed against his and you're staring at him confused - "luf-" "that's bullshit." there's conviction in his words that make a dull warmth cascade over your face and neck. - he is pressing his forehead against yours, hands gripping onto you tightly as if letting his grip loosen means he loses this argument. "you're beautiful. you're smart and kind and beautiful." - at this point, youre about to cry - but he inhales deeply, then says "not to mention you smell like a fruit. thats tasty." - yeah the tears dried up. they fucked off and went to sahara desert. - youre currently fighting off a smile because what the actual fuck prompted this man to say that??? and more importantly what fruit do you smell like? "what fruit do i smell like?" "mhm" he's deep in thought, "tangerines" "luffy everyone smells like tangerine. it's because of nami's tangerine trees." he shrugged, "still pretty tasty" - and now youre kissing his adorably stupid face. your fingers tug on the hair on his nape lightly and he whines into the kiss, sucking on your bottom lip as he does so - "you're so pretty" and so he's kissing your neck, nibbling and grazing lazily - two seconds later, he fell asleep. - like actually fell asleep. his mouth is on your neck, open mouthed and half-nibbling and he's snoring through it all. (i mean, what did you expect from someone who had eaten 500kg of meat??) - issokay though cause the second he wakes up, his fingers are hiking one of your legs over his hip. the same fingers then slip inside the loose folds of your shorts, playing with your pretty pussy till you stir awake, moaning his name - you're the one being toyed with and he's the one whispering and whining like he's gonna explode "does that feel good, ngh-" a grin, "god... fuck, cum for me, pretty" - he continues till your velvety walls are spasming against his fast-paced fingers and your teeth are sinking into his shoulder, muffling shrieks this early in the morning - "you're gorgeous" he whispers through a grin - you choose to believe him

zoro:

myhusband ^^

- this was the last thing you wanted. truly. - zoro had just stepped out of the shower with nothing but a towel losely tied around his waist (this was after he had succesfully ignored you and trained for like an eternity) - water droplets clung onto his broad figure, slowly trailing downwards as they glided over every ridge and scar - you probably should have pulled him onto the bed with you, straddled his hips and asked him to stop ignoring you to go spend time with his swords - you probably should have. - instead, you lay stomach-down on your bed, your head softly cradled beneath your arms and against the pillow - "what's up with you?" he asks, unfazed to your tactics "nothing" you mumble half-heartedly he gave you a double over, "you sure? you're sulking more than usual" "i-" you sigh, "i just idk... i just feel kinda ugly?" - this motherfucker laughs, "yeah i mean you kinda are" - he didn't know you were serious. he didn't know till you were softly crying against the linen sheets, your body shivering against your own cries and staggered breaths - "yn?" there's panic in his voice, "yn, baby, are you crying?! fUCK IM SORRY!" - he didn't know you were serious. i mean how wAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! HE THOUGHT YOU WERE BEING DRAMATIC FOR NO REASON LIKE ALWAYS - "hey" you've never heard the swordsman speak so softly as he does now. he's pulling you up softly, placing you in his lap almost mechanically, "yn, baby-" - he lets you sob into his chest for as long as you need to, his fingers are rubbing gentle patterns into your back, arms and waist. - once you've calm down, his hand tips your face lightly towards him. he silently wipes the tears away. - he doesn't say anything and somehow his silence brings more comfort than his words could. - "don't think stupid shit" his palm is resting on your face, pouring warmth across the stretch of your cheek, "you're gorgeous." "but you said im ugly" you lean into his touch "i also said i will return back nami's loans with full interest" a small smile tugs on his lips, "sometimes even i say stupid shit" "so, you don't think i'm ugly?" - his response comes in the way of leaning in and kissing you, one hand on your cheek as the other kneads your waist. - he's laying you down, hovering over you easily and pressing hot kisses to your neck and jawline. sucking, biting till you can feel bruises blossoming across your skin. his knee presses against your core, blinding you with delicious jolts " his agile fingers are hiking up your skirt, letting it pool around your waist, "let me show you how pretty you are, baby" - so, he's pulling your panties with his teeth, he's licking a clean stripe on your inner thigh, kissing and bruising the sensitive skin "and you're dripping wet already? want me to fuck you that bad, eh?" - he's running his tongue over your clit, tracing figures as he alternates between your drooling hole and the bundle of nerves - and so obviously you're now cumming on his face, letting your juices coat his lips, thighs shaking as he gives you kitten licks to help you ride your orgasm - he looks up at you; your hairline damp with sweat, eyes closed in bliss, a warm hue of red sprinkled across your face, your chest rising and falling with each labored breath "i've never seen someone prettier" he declares from between the plush of your thighs, smiling up at you like it was the first time he had truly seen you - you choose to believe him

sanji:

mhm, a fine specimen ^^

- you don't keep secrets from sanji. - or more like you physically cannot. - this man is your greatest cheerleader, there's no way you can hide something from him no matter how squeamish it makes you to say out loud - so after noticing your off behaviour the entire evening and pestering you for twenty minutes after dinner, he had successfully got you to say what you were thinking out loud "sweetheart, darling, the apple of my eye. what is wrong?" you shake your head again, "nothing." "yn, my love, 'fess up" - he said it so sweetly you had to fess up. there was no choice. - "i just feel a bit bad about myself today" "bad? how so?" "i just... just feel kinda ugly" - he looks like he's going into cardiac arrest (he probably is) cause there's no way you, his girlfriend, literally the prettiest girl in all four seas just said that out loud - honestly, i can just see this man tearing up and blaming himself "is it me, mon chéri? did i do something wrong?" tears are clinging on dangerously onto his lasheline "what?! no!" "i am sorry. i love you so much. i must have said something wrong because you're so gorgeous, so earth-shatteringly beautiful-" - honestly you had to calm this bitch down first, explaining to him that he was perfect in every way he can be, it's probably just your own fault - but he refuses to accept it as your fault. - this man, this beautiful, amazing man has to now cling onto you and pepper kisses onto you face like there's no tomorrow. like everytime you try to speak, he wont let you cause he needs to ramble about how absolutely gorgeous you are - he spoke for so long that you are now convinced that to the world you may not be the prettiest woman alive but to this blonde man (with a great ass), you mean everything - his kisses blended into soft whispers and whimpers as you forced him to rest against the headboard and straddled his hips - you can feel his poking erection through his dress slacks as you kiss him senseless with only one goal in mind, to let him know he did nothing wrong - you nudge his slacks downwards till his cock hits you lightly in your face - your lips encircle his tip, sucking on it lightly as your hand moves up and down his length, languid and slow "yn~" his voice is a choked whisper, "you- are killing me. faster, please darling." - now you're catching his dick between your tits, massaging his length with the softness of your breasts as your tongue laps up at his tip, licking any pre-cum that escapes him "fuck fuck fuck fu-" his moans are an incoherent ramble, "i'm gon' cum, fuck you feel- so ngh- good" - he comes on your tits and face and almost releases again when he sees you scoop up the sticky fluid from the corner of your lips and lick it away - looking at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes, "yn, you are the most gorgeous woman i have seen." - you choose to believe him

a/n: honestly cannot thank you guys for how much you'be blown up these posts in the past few days, so here, have a little treat m.list

[latin5mamii]

Angel- Jude Bellingham

|WARNINGS: lightly smut |SUMMARY: How could you know that a stupid nickname could change everything? |AUTHOR'S NOTE: i know, i made you wait and i was cruel but now here's the other chapter 😌

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. You stirred, the warmth of Jude's embrace anchoring you to a reality that felt almost dreamlike. His steady heartbeat beneath your ear was a comforting rhythm, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions that had swept through you the night before.

As you opened your eyes, you found Jude already awake, his gaze soft and contemplative as he watched you. A lazy smile curved on his lips, and he brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

"Morning, Angel," he murmured, his voice still husky with sleep.

"Morning," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. The blush creeping up your neck reminded you of the previous night’s events.

“Why were you watching me?” You chuckled, unable to hide your curiosity.

“Why? I can't watch my Angel sleeping?” Jude's playful tone made you roll your eyes, but you couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips.

"You'll make me self-conscious," you retorted, your voice still groggy from sleep.

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. "Self-conscious? I don't see how that's possible. You look adorable."

"Adorable?" you repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that a little... childlike?"

He shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, if you prefer 'stunning' or 'breathtaking,' I can work with that too."

You laughed, swatting at his chest. "Oh, stop it. You're just trying to butter me up."

"And what if I am?" He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Is it working?"

Your heart skipped a beat, and you turned your head to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. "Maybe," you admitted softly. "But you should know, I don't give in that easily."

"Oh, really?" He arched an eyebrow, a playful challenge in his gaze. "I'll just have to try harder then."

He moved to prop himself up on one elbow, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your arm. "So, what are your plans for today, Angel?"

"Not much," you replied, enjoying the warmth of his touch. "I thought maybe I'd lounge around, relax a bit... unless you have something more exciting in mind?"

"Actually," he said, a teasing smile playing on his lips, "I was thinking we could go for breakfast. There's this great little café I've been dying to take you to."

Your interest piqued, you nodded. "Breakfast sounds nice. But only if you promise not to embarrass me with your constant teasing."

"I can't make any promises," he said, his grin widening. "But I'll try to behave."

As you were dressing up for breakfast, he started talking about the match. “So, about my match, you’ll be there, right?” You soon remembered the offer from last night.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world,” you said, making him smile.

He looked at you from top to bottom, admiring you. You felt a warmth on your cheeks and laughed, asking, "What? Are you looking at me again?"

He lowered his head and laughed. “I was just admiring how good you look in everything.”

"I don't know if you're just a gentleman or you want something from me," you teased.

He stood up, coming towards you; you felt your heartbeat speed up. Every look from him made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Maybe I want something from you," he said.

"Oh? What?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He leaned closer to your lips and whispered, "Maybe this."

He closed the distance with a kiss that became hungrier with every passing second. Your hands sank into his hair and his hands began to explore. You broke away to catch your breath, and he whispered against your lips, "How long have I been waiting for this, God." His words made you jump, and in an instant, you were kissing again. Now you were sitting on his lap, your legs feeling weak, your whole body tingling with sensation.

A ring from Jude's phone interrupted you, but he didn't care. "Fuck it," he muttered, kissing you passionately again. But the ringtone was insistent.

"It's okay, answer it," you said breathlessly.

He leaned over to the nightstand to pick up the phone, and you saw Jobe's name on the screen. Jude answered and started talking.

"Jude, is everything okay?" Jobe's voice came through the line.

In a hoarse voice, Jude responded, "Oh yes, don't worry."

"You didn't forget about the family lunch today, right?" Jobe asked, a hint of worry in his tone.

A worried look appeared on Jude's face; he had totally forgotten. You couldn’t hear the conversation, but you laughed lightly at him, and he put his hand over your mouth so Jobe wouldn't hear you.

"No no, I'll be home soon," he assured his brother.

A displeased look appeared on your face, and you buried your head on his shoulder. You didn’t want him to go, but maybe you needed time to process what had happened. Were you really making out with your childhood best friend? The one you had had a crush on since you were a child?

The call continued, and you could now slightly hear Jobe's voice. "Jude, just one thing."

"Yes, tell me," Jude said.

"Don't hurt her," Jobe said.

"What are you talking about?" Jude asked, confused.

"Nothing, don't worry," Jobe replied.

The phone call ended, but you couldn’t help but think about Jobe's words. Why would he say that to Jude? Why would Jude ever hurt you? And most importantly, was there something you didn’t know? You slowly came out of your thoughts and looked at Jude with a sweet smile. He caressed your cheek, and as he was about to kiss you again, you asked, “Do you really have to go?”

“I’m sorry, Angel. But I’ll text you, alright?” he said softly.

You nodded as your dream seemed to vanish right in front of you. You wanted him to stay, and he wanted to stay too.

As he reached the door, he leaned over and kissed you quickly and delicately. You giggled slightly and closed the door. This had always been your dream, and everything seemed to be going well, but there was something, something wrong that you felt deep down. So,let me be honest with you, this dream might be more difficult than you had ever expected.

[undiscovered-horizon]

Hi! I really enjoy your one piece writings, they have given me so much comfort when I don't feel okay 😭

Can I please get a Mihawk (I'm completely in love w this man aah) imagine where his wife is a sensitive person who gets sad when someone is rude to them but they feel insecure couse they think it's stupid

Thank youuuuuu ❤️🥺

First of all, I'm honoured that I can provide a source of comfort to you. I'm glad my work has made you feel better in your time of need.

Second of all: oh yessss bestie this hits the spot. It also reminds me of a wonderful scene in The Gentlemen (10/10, highly recommend) [it also hits close to home because I am a sensitive person]

The thing about strong people is that they make others want to be just as strong, which isn't always easy if even possible. You've always known you're a little 'softer' than most people but only after marrying Mihawk did you find the difference in temperament bothersome. Instead of considering your sensitivity a fact of nature, you've begun to find it a flaw, something that you should change about yourself.

You've never admitted it to yourself but the truth is plain and simple - you think it's embarrassing. That Mihawk will find your sensitivity embarrassing. Maybe if you had been up-front about it with your husband, you'd learn that he adores your soft heart. If he felt forthcoming enough, perhaps you'd even hear that you're the source of warmth and light in his life. Hence he calls you his 'sun'.

To say that Mihawk grew concerned when he heard your muffled sobs would be like not saying anything. A delicious euphemism at best. Anger and fear bubble inside his chest. There's a strange itch in his hands that eggs him to wreak havoc.

"Apple of my eye," his voice carries well through the rather empty room you're both staying at currently. "What is the meaning of this?"

Frantically wiping away your tears, you look over your shoulder to meet his gaze. Mihawk is leaning against the doorframe, blocking the entrance if you so wish to run away from this situation.

"Oh, it's nothing. Really, I'm alright. No need to worry," you half-heartedly attempt to reassure him.

The swordsman loudly exhales through his nose. He's your husband, worrying about you is his duty. In slow steps, Mihawk walks over to the edge of the bed where you're sitting. Pride and titles as if forgotten, he drops on one knee in front of you. One of his hands gently squeezes your knee.

Unsure what's the best way to go about these circumstances, you timidly meet his intense gaze. The passion in his yellow eyes makes you think of a maelstrom captured in a jar - something devastating held back by a miracle. He's already seething, just doesn't yet know who exactly to direct his violence at.

"Indulge me," he prompts you to confide in him. There's a rare sense of pleading in his tone.

So indulge him you do - you tell Mihawk all about the unpleasant encounter with a local tearaway. Your husband tries his best to control his expression as you recount the unambiguously offensive words, unwanted touches and threats of real violence coming from someone who was probably looking for a cowardly scapegoat to vent his anger. As you continue your story, tears just keep rolling down your cheeks, fear and humiliation finally finding their way out of your heart.

"I know I'm being stupid," you mumble as you clumsily wipe your face, "he was just rude and it's not like he actually hurt me but-"

Mihawk's touch makes you cut your sentence short. His hand, its skin rough and calloused, gently cups the side of your face. Your hot, salty tears disperse as his thumb slowly rubs them away. Something about the tenderness of his touch, of hands that have killed and maimed, is enough to make you feel like you're about to break in his arms. Even if you do, you know that when dawn breaks you will be whole again, put back together with the unending love Mihawk holds for you.

"You've always been too good, my sun," he tells you in a low voice. He could have said 'too soft' or 'too sensitive' but then his remark would come off as deceitful as it would suggest his dislike towards your nature. Nothing of that sort - Mihawk genuinely thinks you're a better person than most people walking this plane. And he'd rather succumb to torture than let anyone make you feel bad about that.

The man leans in and places his warm lips against your forehead. Without much effort, he lays you down on the bed and you let him. Even if you wanted to fight back, you're way too tired to do so.

He's sitting on the edge of the bed, caressing your face, neck, arms and back as he's waiting for you to fall asleep. The anticipation doesn't require much patience - Mihawk's tender touches lull you to peaceful slumber rather swiftly. When he's sure that you're asleep, he kisses your forehead again before cautiously leaving the bedroom and closing the door behind him.

Perhaps he can't turn back the time and make the offending man choke on his words but he can ensure that the tearway won't hurt you ever again. Someone resting in peace so you can rest peacefully is a good bargain.

Mihawk knows exactly who he's looking for. He made a note of a certain characteristic trait you had mentioned - an earring with a single, red-coloured feather. It doesn't seem like a piece of jewellery that would be common anywhere.

It doesn't take much to find the tearaway. He makes his presence well-known as he stumbles out of a tavern, his legs almost giving away with each step.

So he assaults random women minding their business and then gets blackout drunk. It's pathetic enough to consider his death merciful.

Staying true to his name, the swordsman stalks his prey before lunging. Appearing as another patron of the inn, Mihawk follows the stranger around the corner towards barns, stables and pigstys. Fitting place for the likes of him, Dracule thinks to himself.

The man with the curious earring staggers his way towards a drinking trough. He's fumbling with his pants, desperately trying to pull them down to relieve himself but his fingers are not dextrious enough.

Mihawk picks up the pitchfork leaning against the barn wall. In one, swift motion he gores the tool through the back of the man's knee. A guttural scream tears through the night as he falls to the ground.

The swordsman grabs a fistful of the tearaway's hair. He forces the kneeling man to look up into his seething, yellow eyes.

"Do I owe you money?" The man is slurring his words. He squints his eyes, trying to focus his hazy vision on Mihawk and, possibly, recognize his creditor. "It's money, isn't it? Shit, just give me two days, man. I'll give it back with interest."

"I don't care about money."

Instantaneously, panic appears in the tearaway's eyes. Did he just find himself in the same position he's put hundreds of people in to cure his own boredom and need for grandiosity?

"Then what it is?!" he shouts, fear settling in his viscera. Dracule's calmness put together with the sheer hatred emanating from him makes for a deeply unsettling impression.

"You hurt my wife," comes the answer. The fist clenching the man's hair tightens its hold further, threatening to tear off his scalp. "My wife," Mihawk growls.

But before the tearaway can ask for clarification, his head is forced into the drinking trough. Surprised and scared, oxygen is escaping him fast. Soon, his throat and chest begin to clench and throb painfully. Dark spots dance across his vision, foreboding blindness.

Then, Mihawk pulls his head just above the surface. The man desperately gasps for air.

"If you believe in a god," the swordsman begins in a low voice shaking with anger and adrenaline, "I suggest you start praying. Fast."

The tearaway's head is forced underwater again but this time, Mihawk keeps it there until the ruffian's body stops trembling and shaking. After that, Dracule waits for a while longer - just for good measure.

You're woken up by the creaking of doors as they slowly open. Blinking sleep away from your eyes, you look over your shoulder only to experience a sort of deja vu: Mihawk is standing in the doorway. Before you can ask about his strange behaviour, your husband makes his way to you in long, quick strides. He kneels on the floor beside the bed.

Mihawk takes your hand in his. He takes something out of his pocket and places it in your palm. You recognize the red feather earring immediately. And is that... a piece of skin still attached to it? Gently, your husband closes your fist and lifts your hand to place a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

"The rat has paid for its sins," he whispers to you. Judging by the intense look in his eyes, you don't want to know the details of this story.

[obssessivethorn]

More Yuu Headcanons

Here are some more TWST headcanons of our favorite little shrimpy prefect that I pulled from the depths of my mind which needed to be freed. This mainly builds off of my first Yuu hc, so take a look at that if you'd like!

[Yuu Makes Constant References No One Else Gets]

[Masterlist]

Yuu humming/singing Two of Hearts if they’re in a relationship w/ Ace or just hanging out with him as a friend

Yuu refers to the cast as handsome as a casual fact and is surprised when most of them are confused/surprised/flustered by this 

“What? The guys in this school are handsome. That’s kinda just a fact.” 

Yuu being nostalgic on their Birthday 

Deuce: “I bet your family’s celebrating your birthday even if you’re not there.”

Yuu: (hopeful) “yeah. Or, who knows, this could be a whole Narnia situation and no time has passed there at all.”

Ace: “Narnia?”

Yuu: (somber) “oh, just some popular story back home. Maybe I’ll tell you guys some time.”

Ace and Deuce always wanting to hear about stories from Yuu’s home world but being too scared that it will make them sad 

Fem!Yuu being really excited to meet Deuce’s mom because they’ve been surrounded by  only guys at an all boys school for months 

Bonus: Dylla absolutely adores fem!Yuu and is more than willing to help fashion some more feminine clothing for Yuu if they ever wanted.

Bonus +1: fem!Yuu wanting to meet the cast’s moms and sisters whenever the boys mention them.

Bonus +2: All the boys’ families just accepting Yuu as their child regardless of whether they’ve met or not simply because of how often the boys talk about them 

Yuu getting really giddy and excited when they’re able to travel to a new place in twisted wonderland other than Sage’s Island (i.e. cast’s hometowns, etc.)

Yuu asking Crewel for help whenever/if they want to dye their hair 

Based on a voiceline, Crewel canonically bleaches half his hair white and maintains that to keep with his style (the dedication of that man is inspiring)

The moment Yuu realizes they’ve fallen too far down the rabbit hole and are now attached to everyone in twisted wonderland, meaning their leaving will hurt more and more with each passing day. 

The feeling of being incredibly torn between their previous life they were forced to abandon, years of work they had put in to reach the goals they wanted to accomplish, and the new friends, experiences, and opportunities before them in this new world. So they push the feeling down further with each day. Force themself to ignore the inevitable. 

They don’t want to think about the idea of who will take care of Grim when they’re gone? Or how Ace will get his assignments done if they’re not there to force him to do it. Or or who will calm deuce down enough before he gets into a fight and ruins his goal of being a perfect honor student? 

Who will be there if someone else overblots?

This one I kinda stole from Private Thoughts of a Moray Eel by @mochinomnoms, but I love the idea of Yuu, Ace, and Deuce being so close and completely comfortable with each other. I mean, they’ve gone through literal life or death situations together from the start, so it makes sense that they would be closer than most. 

But not just the closeness we see in game with them being a main friend group who always hangs out. But close physically, in the sense that there are few boundaries left between the three. 

For a few examples, I like the idea that the three will commonly be seen cuddling together or leaning on one another when they’re lounging in the courtyard or around Heartslabyul/Ramshackle. 

Ace often times has his arm around the shoulders of Yuu or Deuce. Sometimes leaning in to whisper something stupid or gossipy in their ear. 

Yuu has taken to giving the Adeuce duo kisses on their foreheads and cheeks as thanks or as a goodbye when they head back to Ramshackle with Grim. 

Deuce grew a habit of holding Yuu or Ace’s hand when he gets ticked off by some oaf he wants to punch. The two will respond by giving his hand a squeeze or rubbing a comforting thumb across the back of his hand. It’s a silent thing, no one outright acknowledges it, because it’s become such a common practice for the three. 

Another habit Deuce has developed is that he’ll face-plant directly into the lap of whoever is sitting down after a long day. The first time he did it, it was Yuu’s lap and it spooked them so much they accidentally threw their phone at Ace’s face. Deuce felt horrible after that, but after some reassurance, he started doing it more often. Albet, making sure the landing was softer than the first time. 

In response to Deuce planting his face on their thighs, Ace and Yuu both took to immediately playing with his hair and massaging his scalp with their free hand. 

Yuu’s way of asking for comfort when they're stressed or scared (which they will always refuse to admit, they swear, they just need them as a human shield! It’s just for defense!) is by hugging one of the two around their torso and ducking their head into the crook of their neck to hide their face. Most times, the hug from the back so whoever they’re hugging can’t see what they’re feeling. But they of course still love hugging from the front because the two will always respond by immediately wrapping their arms around Yuu and rubbing their back. 

Because of this slightly abnormal friendship, (I failed to describe the abnormal part here but I can always write more) there have of course been some rumors started about them being in a romantic relationship. Are they polygamous? Are Ace and Deuce fighting over Yuu in an epic and dramatic love triangle? Is Yuu playing both of the boys? Are there hidden feelings between the three they all refuse to talk about? 

While most of the school and some of their friends wonder this, the trio completely ignores it. As if the rumors don’t exist at all. When asked about their relationship or if anything being said is true, all three of them look at each other, shrug, and say completely different things. 

Jack: So, are you guys in a relationship?  Epel: Yeah, you’re all awfully close for just friends.  Sebek: Please, the details of their relationship have nothing to do with us! But if you three are romantically involved in a relationship with each other then I will support you entirely as long as it does not affect my lord.  Ortho: Well, let’s hear them out first, are you three dating each other?  Ace, Deuce, and Yuu: *tangled in a cuddle pile on Ramshackle’s couch with Grim asleep on the arm of the couch next to them* [simultaneously] Ace: Maybe. Deuce: No? why? Yuu: Only on Tuesdays. 

The main part taken from Private Thoughts of a Moray Eel is the idea where Ace and Yuu visit Deuce’s home one summer and Deuce’s mom Dylla immediately believes the three are an adorable couple. 

Regardless of whether they are, aren’t, or are secretly pining, Dylla would decide in that moment that she had two new children she would die for. (Whether through adoption or as an in-law, should secretly hopes she can have Yuu as her child) 

AdeuceYuu is probably my favorite ship in all of Twst but this concept of them being physically affectionate and comfortable with each other transcends simply being a romantic headcanon and something I personally believe to be true as platonic and any other relationship dynamic you can imagine. Because let’s be honest, all three of them need comfort from others after going through so many overblots. And who better to comfort you than the ones who stood beside you through most of those experiences.  

Yuu being seen by the cast as a very passive and soft-spoken individual who couldn’t hurt a fly even if they tried. Only, the projected image of the protag they’ve come to accept is shattered when they witness Yuu tearing a random student a new one after said student had pushed them over the edge after a very stressful day. (Separate HC post for that concept coming soon) 

Yuu, who stood against beasts, overblots, and literal titans and gods, being too scared to ask for extra ketchup in Mostro Lounge. 

Additionally, Yuu who lives with a direbeast, being afraid of squirrels (don’t ask me why, this just feels correct, so we’re going with it)

The first idea that got me to start writing twst headcanons: Yuu having a very different way of speaking in Twisted Wonderland than they do back home. Because many of the references and slang they typically use in everyday speech doesn’t make sense to anyone but them in TW, they talk less and have a very plain way of speaking compared to most people their age. Here’s how I imagine this specific scenario goes:

When hanging out with Adeuce and Grim one day, Ace brings up (jokingly) how boring the prefect sounds when speaking. 

Yuu makes a comment about how they speak very differently from how they do back home.

This piques Ace and Deuce’s interest. 

While Deuce is more reluctant to ask, Ace begins asking questions and hounding Yuu for examples and for them to say things in ways they normally would. Deuce and Grim eventually join in on the barrage of questions. 

Finally, and a little hesitantly, Yuu decided to give them one day where they talk in the way they normally would back home. 

In this case, that means a lot of references, stupid internet jokes, and generational slang.

While the majority of it goes over the heads of Yuu’s friends, prompting more questions than it does answer, it’s still a day in which they see a whole new side of Yuu. One that’s evidently more relaxed and natural for the beloved prefect. 

It’s a confusing day for most, listening to Yuu speak as if they’ve lost their mind and started spewing nonsense, but it also became one of the highlights of the school year for the cast.

I have plenty more headcanons i can rip from the crevices of my mind, so if you would like to see more let me know! I love thinking of these silly little moments and dynamics and overall making the main character feel a little more real and personal for myself and hopefully others.

@thisisafish123 (you asked to be tagged for a part 2, not exactly sure if this counts for you but I hope you enjoy!)

[fairyhaos]

✰ seventeen as boyfriends: seungcheol edition

event taglist (send ask to be added): @rubywonu @cinnamoroxie @belladaises @wheeboo @minhui896 @slytherinshua @kokoiinuts @jun-of-love

pairing: seungcheol x gn!reader

genre: fuff, headcanon, mini scenario

word count: 538 (gonna try n make them all around the 500 mark)

warnings: one curse word

notes: seungcheol edn. for the 500 event

quite possibly the most chivalrous boyfriend to ever exist, actually

holds your bag for you while you're walking, moves you to the inside of the pavement so you're not walking next to cars, always opens the door and lets you walk in first

is practically all melty eyed and adoring as he watches you do Anything at all

looks at you like you’re the sun, all wide-eyed and soft with that little half-smile on his face that becomes wider as he descends into giggles when you say or do something that he finds utterly endearing

pls this man is the most whipped when he's in love

also oscillates WILDLY between being the cockiest lil shit ever and the shyest most flustered person you've met whenever he's trying to compliment you

"Cheol, how do I look?"

"You look—oh wow, uh, it's—you look… great? Like, um, nice."

"Seriously?"

"Okay, you look absolutely gorgeous and I don't think I've ever felt more in love with you than I do right now."

"I—"

insists that you text him to tell him you've gotten home safely after every date. panicked and called everyone you knew when one time you forgot and accidentally fell asleep

puts so much effort into planning things for date milestones and birthdays and celebrations even if you tell him you're content with just a quiet day w him, bc he loves to spoil you and he knows that your eyes will light up so wonderfully when you see the new and incredible thing he's planned for you this time

treats you as if you're his entire world, listens to you so intently, holds you like you're something so precious and at the same time like he never wants to let you go. 

because he never does, you know. you really are his world. 

when seungcheol loves, he loves with his whole heart. 

"Cheol?"

Seungcheol hums, looking up at you from the sofa. He opens his arms, and you immediately fall into them, head against his chest. "What is it, baby?"

"Why do you love me?”

He's a little taken aback by the sudden question, but there's something quiet and unsure in your voice, so he softens and smiles. 

"Well..." he begins thoughtfully, "I love you because you're you."

You sniff, disappointed. "That's such a terrible answer."

Seungcheol laughs. "But it's true. I love you because you laugh at my stupid jokes, and you make me laugh at yours. I love you because you've helped me get through life and be where I am now, and I've helped you too. I love you because you've done all these things, and so much more."

He presses a kiss to your forehead. "I love you because it's you who's done all these things with me, and for me. Not anyone else, but you. I love you for loving me."

You're not looking at him, more focused on playing with his fingers on the armrest, but he smiles down at you anyway, and he knows the fondness is tangible in his gaze. 

"I love you, Y/N. Always."

That makes you smile, looking up at him finally, and your eyes are sparkling and he really, really does love you. "I love you too."

[fanaticsnail]

my heart?! anon?! snail?! why must you hurt me so?!?!?! i demand (gently, in an easily refuse-able way) a fluffy bandaid!!!!

in the same style as kiss, marry, kill- have! 'realising you're in love', 'requited pining (they're idiots your honor)', and 'confession'! Either with the original three or... hmm -narrows eyes- kid, luffy, and torao.

the choice is yours (in multiple aspects) just ;w; owwww asldjkgljdfgklfd - @remisloves

How about some longing from Eustass Kid, Remi? I don't think I have it in me for the other two, but I could do some longing from Kid before I dive right back into writing his pollen.

Longing

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 880+

Synopsis: Eustass Kid doesn't know how to behave around you, especially now that he's developed feelings for you.

Themes: Kid x reader, pining, longing, yearning, wanting, desiring, dancing, drinking, Kid is gonna do something about it soon enough, platonic!heat x reader, confessions of love.

Notes: I broke my own heart by writing "Kiss, Marry, Kill" with a few of my favorites. I wanted to see what some fluffy longing would look like on Kid to make up for my sadess.

Sitting at the head of the lengthy dining table in the center of the tavern, the captain of the crew of the Victoria Punk sang and drank in full merriment. Another successful victory had come at the swift hand of his gaggle of misfits, and he was none other than the proudest of leaders. 

As the music began to swell, several members of the crew got up to dance with one another. Bubblegum took Quincy by the hand and twirled her into himself with lazy joy in his chuckle. Quincy began to sway her hips to the beat and tap her toes with a simple ease, all with a wide smile on her lips. 

The melody turned deeper, grungier, and with heavier beaten drums to match. Swinging hips and swirling arms, the crew began to dance a little closer. This normally would never bother him. As a captain, he enjoyed watching his crew build rapport with one another. 

What he didn't anticipate was the way his heart jumped up to his throat when he met his caramel-colored gaze with your body. Sultry grinding motions, and tugging his fire-breather by the belt at his hips towards the dance floor, your smile mirrored Heat’s as he laced his arms around your neck and gazed playfully in your eyes. 

It was no secret that Kid was fond of you as his counselor. You were his second closest confidant after Killer, and he adored you. He loved the way you kept him in line and level headed. He loved when you smiled, it lit up the whole room. He loved how caring and thoughtful you were with each of his crewmen, catering to their individual personalities and complex needs with ease and compassion. 

He loved you. 

As you released Heat’s belt and turned in his arms to lean your back into him, Kid almost jumped out of his chair and growled at Heat for raking his hands down your hips. Heat tugged you firmly back into his pelvis, you both rocked your hips from side to side and laughed at how easy it was to dance to the beat with one another.

Kid watched on in anguish, his face betraying his emotions and a forlorn expression plastered on his painted lips. As he turned back to his ale, he felt a firm hand clap on his shoulder. Turning to his first-mate, Killer tilted his mask to the side and angled his chin down. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Kid said, shrugging off his scythe-wielding best friend’s hand, “I know you're smirkin’ under there, big guy. Shut up.”

“I didn't say anything-,” Killer began, halting when his captain cut him off with a growling warning. 

“-It was a preemptive ‘shut up,’ Kil,” Kid barked, raising his tankard and taking a hefty gulp of his ale, “A ‘shut up,’ just in case you were gonna say somethin’ stupid.” He mumbled, turning his gaze back to where you and Heat were now facing one another. 

“And what stupid thing was I gonna say, Cap?” Killer’s smirk was felt in every word, much to Kid’s chagrin. The Red-Haired captain turned his shoulders and shifted his stance to flare directly in the beady holes in Killer’s blue and white mask. 

“I dunno, man. Somethin’ like: ‘You’re in love with the ship's counselor and you're too much of a coward to do anythin’ about it’,” Kid mocked in a voice not unlike the first-mate, which prompted Killer to give him a playful punch in the shoulder. 

“And what then?” Killer added, raising his ale beneath the edge of his mask and taking a quick, sneaky sip, “What would you say to this ‘something stupid’, hm?” Killer teased his captain, nudging him with his shoulder. 

Kid took a final gaze at you as you turned to meet your eyes with him. As soon as your orbs met with his, Eustass Kid felt a tug on his heartstrings in a way he could not describe. Something between wanting, craving, and longing. 

“I would say you’re right, Kil,” Kid spoke in a voice so low that Killer had to strain his ears to hear that weighty confession. “I’m in love with my counselor.” You shot him a soft wink before turning back to your dance partner, inviting Wire into your twirling and shimmying. 

“And what are you gonna do about it, Cap?” Killer urged him on, kicking his shin with his boot-heel and breaking Kid out of his momentary hypnosis. Kid pondered for a moment, shamelessly raking his eyes over your body as you urged Heat and Wire towards the bar and attempt to get the barkeeper’s attention. 

“I think I’m gonna get another drink at the bar,” he hummed, a slow grin tugging up at his cheeks as he noticed your casual gaze at him over your shoulder, “And then I’m gonna dance with my counselor some. Show 'em how it's really done.”

Captain Kid downed the last of his tankard before sliding the chair out from beneath him, kicking it back and uncaring as to where it landed. Stomping over towards the bar, he hooked his right arm around your waist and tugged you to press your left hip against his right before ordering another round for his crew with a grinning bark.

“Go get ‘em, Cap,” Killer whispered under his breath before bobbing his head to the new beat.

[weneeya]

Toji/choso with tall reader!!!

I’m 5’7 in an Asian country and I’m taller than my friends boyfriends 😔😔😔

tall girlfriend w/ jjk men m.list | rules

note. thank u for ur request! I took the right to add some other of the boys, I hope you don't mind <3 requests are still open!

Gojo Satoru 

LOVES IT

love getting babying so tall girlfriend is top tier for him

prouder about your height than yourself

You were helping Maki and Inumaki with some training, monitoring them for a few steps away on the ground. Your arms were crossed and you were focused on their movements, nothing else. Until you heard a voice you knew by heart. 

Satoru arrived from behind you, but he quickly came to face you. He didn’t give you the time to react before he cuddled against your chest, his arms around your waist. He had a huge smile, and you sighed slightly. He really had no shame. 

“How’s my beautiful girl doing?” Your fingers ran through his white hair, and you couldn’t help but to smile slightly. You answered, and he only listened with one ear, too busy with hiding between your arms. He loved to feel that he wasn’t so tall next to you ; because he could be such a little spoon as much as he wanted to. 

Geto Suguru

legs legs legs

he adores you and your height 

when you wear heels? even better

Suguru was waiting for you, next to a coffee shop. You had a date, and he arrived too early. He was simply looking around, waiting for you to arrive. Which happened faster than expected. 

When he saw you from afar, he felt his heart pounding in his chest. You were wearing his favorite heels, with a flower dress that made you look so adorable. His gaze didn’t hesitate before lingering on your legs, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. 

You arrived closer to him, and he didn’t hesitate before grabbing your hip to pull you closer to him. He left a kiss on your cheek, almost whispering onto your ear. “The prettiest flower I’ve ever seen,” he said, and you felt your cheeks burning slightly. Soft words, soft touches ; it was all Suguru. 

Both of you peacefully sat at the coffee shop, and he insisted on sitting next to you instead of in front of you. You weren’t stupid ; and your thoughts were confirmed when he spent the whole afternoon with his hands on your thigh, his gaze not leaving you. 

Nanami Kento

doesn’t really care about it, loves you as you are 

tall, small, chubby, skinny ; it doesn’t matter to him 

if you’re insecure about it, he would reassure you in a second

You always felt too tall. All your friends were cute and small, having taller boyfriends ; when you were almost as tall as Kento. Sometimes, you were scared that he felt shameful about your height, and it broke your heart. 

You were sitting on the couch, and Kento was next to you, reading a book. The room was silent, until you broke it with a soft and hesitant voice. 

“Kento? Do you think I would look prettier if I was smaller?” You asked, looking at the man next to you. He raised his eyes from his book, looking in your direction with an eyebrow raised. 

“How could you be prettier?” He asked genuinely, and you almost thought he was messing with you. You tried to express your thoughts, and he stopped you with a slight sigh, putting his book to the side. 

“I don’t care about your height, my love. You’re beautiful, and you couldn’t even be more than this.” You felt the tears at the corner of your eyes. Kento wasn’t the type to talk about those things too frequently, but he was never hesitating when it was about comforting you. You really were lucky. 

Toji Fushiguro

more than okay with it 

no matter what, he would treat like like you’re small, because he’s huge

you never felt smaller than with him

All your previous boyfriends had a problem with your height, or else they were smaller and they loved to be babied by you. But because of how tall you were, you never had the chance to be the one to feel small between strong arms. Until you met Toji. 

Not only was the man huge, but he also wasn’t the type to want to feel small. He didn’t care about how tall you could be ; you were his girl, and his girl needed to be held between his arms. 

You were with some friends, or at least girls you tried to consider as friends no matter what they were doing to you. One of them was making fun of you because of your height, telling you that no boy would want you like this. 

Toji decided to come grab you after his work today, as he finished earlier than usual. So when he heard those words, an idea came to his mind. He arrived next to you, putting an arm around your waist and leaving a kiss on your temple. 

“Hi girlie,” he said, and you looked at him with wide eyes. He was the one who wanted to keep your relationship secret, so what was he doing? You didn’t have the time to answer, as he spoke again but to your ‘friend’ now. 

“Had a problem with my girlfriend?” The girl almost choked on her own breath, before clearing her throat. She quickly found an excuse to leave with her friends, leaving you and Toji alone. He grinned with no shame, and you looked at him with a little smile. 

Choso

didn’t even realized how tall you are before Yuuji told him 

doesn’t had the feeling that he need to protect you because you look like a child

looking so powerful from your height, make him go crazy

You weren’t doing anything special when Choso arrived, almost running and jumping on you. He stopped in front of you, his hands holding yours as he seemed to be scanning your whole body. 

“Choso? Are you okay?” You asked, and he quickly looked into your eyes. “Yuuji was right, you’re tall!” He said, and you stayed silent for a second, processing what he just said. 

When you started to laugh, he didn’t understand. He looked at you with a lost look, and you simply kept laughing softly. He really never realized your height before? How was it even possible? 

“Choso, sweetheart ; are you serious?” He didn’t understand your question. Of course he was serious! You were almost as tall as him, and he never really cared about it before. But now that he knew it, he was sure of one thing : it made you even prettier.

I'm not so sure about this one, I'm not very tall myself so I'm sorry if it's not as good as you expected :(

[ikigaisvt]

Mirror, mirror on the wall...

who is the horniest of them all? (part 2)

in which Jeonghan punishes you for being a brat.

pairing: jeonghan x reader, dom!jeonghan x sub!reader (implied seungcheol x reader?) words count: 1k content: smut warnings: mirror kink, dirty talk, begging, jeonghan is Mean and a menace, teasing, orgasm denial, overstimulation, masturbation (m), use of vibrator (reader), cum, implied future threesome w seungcheol, talk of exhibitionism(?) and they like it, reader has female parts, petnames (for reader: doll, slut/my slut, sweet thing, baby, poor thing, pretty angel / for jeonghan : hannie, baby) note: im sick in the head... MINORS DNI. you will be blocked. i hope everyone else enjoys it tho,, i didn't think i'd be writing smut anytime soon but jeonghan has an unheatlhy grip on me! and ofc i had to make it about seungcheol one way or another... anyway, please reblog and give feebacks. enjoy!

"Doll, look at yourself." Jeonghan demands behind you. Unfortunately (for you, let's be honest) you can't look away from him. He is a sight to behold.

It's like your eyes have been doing a constant up and down through the mirror for the past 10 minutes - since Jeonghan started what he likes to call your punishment (but is it really one?)

You first start to look at his hair, the way it falls down to touch his shoulders or the way it's sticking to his forehead with sweat. Then your eyes quickly fall down to his; they are demanding and strict, and the soft look they usually adorn is long gone. Soon enough, you get lost in his face and his soft features, the way his cheeks are still the cheeks you wanna pinch, his nose is still the nose you wanna bop and his lips is still the lips you wanna kiss. No matter how hard he goes, you will always have a soft spot in your heart for him, you realize.

You move down to his body, his skin looking so soft you almost reach out your hand to touch him through the mirror - he is like a mirage, almost. You feel a whine forming in your throat but you push it down, not wanting to give him any kind of satisfaction.

But truly, you are already gone when you see his cock in the mirror, the tip red and dripping with precum. He's hard and hot, you almost ask to help him - but you know you'll only be turned down. So, you have no choice but to look and look and look at him, his hand going up and down again and again and again, in a perfect rhythm. And you endure the pain of not touching him and the pleasure seeping through your veins as the vibrator goes on and on and on against your clit.

"H-Hannie," you hear yourself whimper, "please-"

"What did I say? Look. At. Yourself." he answers your plea sternly.

And that's when you meet your own gaze in the mirror for a second before looking at your own body. Your eyes are trained on your chest; you are covered in marks and hickeys - just like your lover adores it. You see your hands trying to grab at anything as if it will make the pleasure less intense once you get a grip of something. And shyly, your eyes fall down between your legs; your pussy is leaking with juice, making a mess on the carpet and you can see - and feel the way it's begging for release. As you realize the dirtiness of the whole scene Jeonghan has made for you two, you can't help the moan escaping your mouth.

"Pussy looking so good my slut can't help but moan?" Jeonghan sneers behind you, making your gaze go up in the mirror and meeting his frame sat down at the edge of the bed, his hand still chasing a release.

"Fuck- Jeonghan," you moan again, "Please please please- let me come"

"You have to say sorry first, sweet thing." Jeonghan answers, still showing no sign of struggling.

"S-Sorry?" you ask, confused, "For what?" you say, meeting up his gaze.

"Baby, have I already surrendered you stupid?" he chuckles, "And you still haven't got my dick. Poor thing."

You moan at the idea of getting fucked, you moan so loud it's embarrassing and you wish the members on the other side of the hotel wall can't hear you.

Fuck. Hotel. The members. Seungcheol.

"Fuck I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry-" you voice out, almost like a mantra.

"Oh, you remember now?" Jeonghan sneers behind you, "You remember throwing yourself at Seungcheol? Remember when you sat down next to him and panted at the way his arms looked? The way you almost gasped when he showed you a pic of his tattoo- fuck-" he curses, finally showing signs of wanting a release as much as you.

"I’m so sorry please Hannie- fuck, I’m gonna cum" you say, feeling the wave build up and up.

"Don't you fucking dare." Jeonghan commands, "Hold it off. Don't cum."

"Fuck- yeah okay okay-" you moan out loud.

"I bet you'd like him to hear you, to see you like this, wouldn’t you?" he mocks as you sob, not even hiding the fact that you are so turned on by the thought, "Can't believe I got myself such a slut instead of a pretty angel." he sneers behind you.

"Jeonghan-" you cry, feeling tears fall down on your cheeks.

"Oh, my slut is crying now? What is it, hm?" he asks you in a condescending tone, "Are you crying for him or for me? For his cock or for my cock?"

"F-For you" you manage to answer between two sobs, your voice breaking.

"Yeah? That's a good girl." he praises you for the first time, "Do you wanna come now? Wanna come for me?"

"Yes-" you answer greedily.

"Ask nicely then." he orders, making you work for it.

"Please- Jeonghan, please let me cum? Please I'll be good i promise I'm so sorry please please" you say, not even sure you're making sense anymore.

"Go ahead baby, cum for me."

And you do. Hard. The waves crashes on you again and again and again, never stopping, never taking a break, and you almost feel like you are going to pass out but you breath in and out, just like Jeonghan spent months teaching you - and you make it through the biggest orgasm of your life. You finally open your eyes and you meet Jeonghan’s gaze in the mirror, his stomach covered in cum but his cock still hard and his hand gripping around his tip. That's when you realize the vibrator is still in you, its intense buzzing overstimulating you. You almost feel like you are back to the beginning of the night. Almost.

"Hannie, baby-" you choke out, "I came, you can turn it off."

"You sweet thing, you really thought I’d be making you come only once," he chuckles, "I need to make you admit you want Seungcheol to join us." he states, making you gasp, "Oh and doll, look at yourself." he smirks.

You really are back to the beginning.

thank you so much for reading! please don't forget to reblog, that will make me vry happy hehe

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Shipping War - Round 4 Quarter Finals

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Shanks x Buggy:

What if we were childhood friends who gave up our drama for each other then never saw each other again for years

What can I say, I'm a fellow shuggy truther too 🤝

Shanks obviously adores Buggy, and Buggy is so tsundure~! Mr 'I hate Shanks'-but-will-take-every-opportunity-to-talk-about-him-and-be-with-him.

Oden says in his journal that he can't tell if they're friends of enemies, and I just love that. Plus when you add in the revelation about Shanks and Buggy in the recent chapters.

They're childhood friends. They're exes. They've been married for 20 years. They're opposites. They're the same. They're silly goofy guys who make me want to cry my heart out. Red/Blue is always meant to be.

Buggy """""HATES""""" Shanks. This hate is so strong that he WILL yell at this red-haired bastard despite the fact that he is a coward, who is terrified of all the Emperors. Everyone thinks this is strange. However, when you grow up with said Emperor on the same boat, watching him stumble over his feet as he's trying to learn to use a sword, stuck scrubbing the whole deck because he was stupid enough to prank "Dark King" Rayleigh, and make that same stupid pouty face every time his Conqueror's Haki doesn't do anything because he is an itty bitty child, most of that fear gets pretty quelled. Also, that same fucker lost an arm because he's a DUMBASS and he deserves to be made fun of for it (not because Buggy is worried and missed him not at all no no Shanks is just DUMB and needs to be TOLD he is dumb more. But just by Buggy. Because Buggy has known his idiocy forever. He has earned the right to yell at this stupid, stupid Emperor for being a self-sacrificing fool and for giving away that stupid hat and... Wait, hang on, when did this bastard get hot!? WHAT THE FUC-) And Shanks just keeps smiling at Buggy and his antics because he has 100% been in love with him since they were children (his actions while they were on the Roger pirates are the DEFINITION of pigtail-pulling as flirting) and he is just happy to see that he's safe while being exactly the same larger-than-life clown he always knew. He would gladly give up his life of sluttery (that I am convinced this man has. Just look at how he exists) if Buggy would just agree to join his crew, but will not push him if he doesn't want to. He just loves his pretty clown from a distance and waits. TLDR: Buggy is mad that he's in love with Shanks and Shanks just likes existing with and/or annoying Buggy (they come as a pair). GOD I just love childhood friends to lovers bro. Just let the cabin boys kiss.

[Spoiler Warning] Red and Blue gays! Emperor husbands! Childhood friends to enemies to lovers!

Propaganda for Nami x Vivi:

Yes, Nami has a new girlfriend on every island, but her heart belongs to Vivi. Vivi in turn refuses to marry, because her heart belongs with a pirate ❤

THEY’RE LESBIANS! IN LOVE! another point: my friends who are watching OP for the first time came to me and asked “so Nami and Vivi… they’re gay right?” So it’s pretty apparent to even newcomers

I just think they’re neat! And in love. Nami gave up money for Vivi that’s True Love

Anyone who saw them can just tell they’re gay. Like Nami gave up money for her

They're one of the rare lesbian ships in op, they care for each other so much !!

Lesbians

Lesbians

They were so gay that Luffy offered to share food to cheer Nami up when they were separated.

i dare you to read Baroque Works through Alabasta without shipping them. the way Vivi and Nami are so affectionate with each other, and Vivi putting saving her nation on hold to get Nami healthy again ???

Lesbians

Let’s go lesbians!!!!! Ok but actually, I think Nami saw a lot of herself in Vivi (ha) especially when Igaram “died” and then throughout their journey together Nami really encouraged her to open up to the crew. Nami showed Vivi it was ok to ask for help just like Luffy showed her.

Vivi was Nami's gay awakening and you cant change my mind. Nami was in love with Vivi and Vivi def had some kind of feeling for Nami. They were so close and they were more then just 'gal pals'

Lesbian Pirate Supremacy! they clearly care a lot about each other and considering when nami meets vivi she is probably one of the first close female friends she gets to have.

[gorgonwrites]

still loving you, part 1

geto suguru x fem!reader

in which your best friend shoko takes you to the bar your ex-boyfriend is performing at tonight.

wc: 2.3k-ish

author's note: i wrote a geto fic- someone fucking sedate me. i love that man w my whole heart. ps, i swear i will learn how to write a one shot one day. i am nothing if not a slut for the buildup. this is inspired by the song still loving you by the scorpions bc it's a GOOD FUCKIN SONG

tags/ CW: sfw but will be nsfw eventually, fem!reader, second chance romance, modern AU, bassist!geto, reader broke getos heart but we'll make it right don't worry, reader/ shoko/ geto/ gojo are bffs duh, slowburn bc i can't fucking help myself, reader smokes a cigarette or two bc i like the effect SMOKING IS BAD 4 U ok??

“Was it really necessary to bring me along for this? I could be home with my cat right now.” your best friend pulled you to her favorite bar, laughing as you continued to grumble. 

“You never leave your apartment, y/n. Have some fun for once!” Shoko continued to tug you along until you were at the door of The Sorcerer’s Lounge. If you were completely honest you didn’t hate this place- it was more speakeasy than dive bar, and it was one of the more peaceful places Shoko liked to bring you. 

“I do leave my apartment. I work, I go grocery shopping, and I sit and read in the park across town. So there.” You stuck your tongue out at her. She was your opposite but you adored her all the same. While she liked to party and drink herself into oblivion, you liked to stay in and enjoy your own company. You finished your party phase while you were in college- thinking about it made your chest twinge. “You know this isn’t really my thing anymore. I just made an exception tonight because I like it here.” Shoko had mentioned a show happening tonight, and you generally enjoyed the entertainment that the lounge offered. 

“Well you look fucking devastating, y/n, maybe we should make this your thing again?” Shoko was too hopeful, though her effort made you giggle. She took your hand and had you twirl in front of her, making the thigh-high slit of your dress threaten to show just too much. You did miss late nights like this, but it simultaneously felt foreign to you. There was something- someone- missing. You shook the thought away. As you both made your way through the crowd to the bar you saw a familiar head of white hair, and you stopped in your tracks. Shoko still had a firm grasp on your wrist, and your sudden halt nearly had her fall over. 

“Shoko, who’s playing tonight? I didn’t have the time to check.” actually you hadn’t cared to check, but you didn’t think it would’ve been your ex-boyfriend’s band. You looked at her sharply and she grimaced. Please, no. 

“Oh, I ah, I don’t remember!” She smiled sheepishly and tried to laugh the question off. Just as you were about to turn around and march out of the bar, you were engulfed in a tight hug. 

“Y/N! No way! Shoko you didn’t say she was coming too! Fuck dude, it’s been way too long. How are you?” You were smashed into Gojo’s chest, unable to respond. He held you tightly and laughed, a familiar and bright sound that always made you smile in the past. Right now, though, you wanted to hurtle yourself into the sun. Of all the nights you agreed to join Shoko, why did it have to be tonight? You managed to wiggle your way out of Gojo’s grip and huffed in response, trying not to take your agitation out on the man. After a breath, you were able to respond. 

“Gojo, it’s so good to see you.” you smiled gently and you meant it. He looked good. You weren’t sure if it was possible but he seemed even taller than when you’d seen him last, and he still had the same stupid sunglasses that he used to wear. “It’s been five years, I think? I won’t lie, I haven't really had the time to keep track.” A lie. Yes you were busy, but you knew exactly how long it had been since you had seen him and his best friend. The four of you had been inseparable during your college years, a rag-tag quartet against the rest of the world. You did everything together, until suddenly you didn’t. It hurt. It still hurts. 

“Oh, shit, I have to tell Suguru you came!” Gojo spun on his heel and ran across the bar and out of sight.

“Fuck, Gojo, don’t!” you yelled after him and tried to make your way in the same direction, but it was useless. He had a habit of appearing and disappearing, and you knew you wouldn’t find him. You slowly turned to your best friend, your eyes blazing. “Care to explain this shit to me?” Shoko shrank under your gaze but seemed to recover quickly. 

“Gojo reached out to me a few days ago to tell me they’d be in town and to tell me about their gig tonight. I thought it would be nice for the four of us to catch up.” you could hear the pain in her voice. “I thought you were over everything by now, y/n. You never bring Geto up anymore. I don’t even remember the last time you said his name.” you groaned at your ex-boyfriend being mentioned, and pinched the bridge of your nose to keep yourself from saying something stupid. 

“You know I adore you, Shoko.” you breathed, “But why did you think this was a good idea? My breakup with Geto shattered our friend group. I’m not sure if it really will be a nice thing for us to catch up.” though you had been surprised by Gojo’s response to seeing you. “We’ve all gone our separate ways in life. I’m not sure we really need to dwell on the past.” you had built a life for yourself, and you were proud of that fact. Yes, there were lonely nights and moments that you craved a closeness that you’d only ever experienced with Geto. But you made a life nonetheless, and you weren’t willing to mess it up because Shoko wanted to live in the past. “He broke my heart, Shoko. I think a part of me is still recovering.”

“You broke his too, you know.” Shoko said firmly. “If you weren’t so fucking stubborn you would’ve seen that. Leave if you want to. I’m going to support our boys.” Our boys. She stalked off, leaving you breathless. You slumped into a chair at the bar and ordered a shot. If you were going to stay, you needed something to take the edge off. 

. . .

“She’s here with Shoko! I saw! She looks fucking incredible, by the way. Damn, it was good to see her face. There’s something different about her, but she’s still y/n. I can tell.” Gojo continued to ramble on about you, giving Geto a massive fucking headache. He didn’t expect Shoko to make it, and he definitely hadn’t expected to hear that you were with her. His heart leapt in his chest, agitating him even further. 

“Satoru, I swear to god if you don’t shut the fuck up I’m going to wring your neck.” he slumped back onto the sofa in their small changing room and scrubbed his hands over his face. “This has you and Shoko written all over it.” Shoko and Gojo loved plotting together, whether it was going to be messy or not. They just seemed to enjoy the ride. 

“Suguru, come on. You don’t fucking shut up about her. In all the years it's been, I know you’re still crazy about her. And I know you want to see her, so get over yourself. She showed up, whether you like it or not. I don’t think she’d just abandon Shoko because you’re here.” Geto knew you wouldn’t leave her, so he was going to have to suck it up. “We’re on in thirty. Get your shit together.” Geto stared up at the ceiling and tried to remember your face. You never posted on social media, and Shoko rarely had photos of you up anymore. You had basically just disappeared one day, and it made the ache in his chest get worse. 

. . .

“Two espresso martinis, please.” You had taken two shots, and after letting them take effect you were finally ready to face Shoko again. You carefully carried the drinks through the crowd and into the lounge area, carefully searching through the tables and booths to find your best friend. You found her in the front row, stress smoking her cigarettes. “Those’ll kill you, you know.” you smirked, and she angrily looked up at you. 

“Hmph. The stress from how stubborn you are already has me halfway there.” she eyed the drinks in your hand. “Though, a drink might add a few more years back to my lifespan.” You placed your drinks on the table and sat down beside her, wondering when the show would start.

“I really don’t know if I can do this.” you did your best to hide the tremor in your voice but Shoko noticed, like she always did. She pushed your hair behind your ear and smiled. 

“You can, though. We’re just supporting our boys. No harm in that, right?” There really was no harm in it, but it made you nervous all the same. Your breakup with Geto had been entirely underwhelming, at best. You knew you had been growing apart for some time, and your parents never approved of him to begin with. He wanted to travel and make music, free as a bird. You wanted to stay and work in the city, carving out your own little slice of paradise where you were. He wanted you to come with him, you wanted him to stay. It would never, ever work. So you called it quits one day, plain and simple. He didn’t put up a fight though, and it had solidified your suspicions of him getting bored with you. You left and had tried your best not to look back after that. 

“Earth to y/n, can you hear me?” Shoko waved her hand in your face. “I said they’ll be on soon. Are you even listening to me?” you had to give yourself a shake to snap out of it. This was about to be a long fucking night if you couldn’t get a grip. 

“Give me one of those.” you snatched the pack of cigarettes from Shoko and lit one, taking a long drag before you exhaled in her face. You continued to take long drags until you finished and grabbed another.

“What the fuck happened to these will kill you?” Shoko snatched the pack out of your hands and stuffed it into her purse out of reach.

“The stress from how stubborn I am already has me halfway there.” you parroted back to her and lit the second one, winking. “It’s fine, I won’t have another. I have some semblance of self control, unlike someone I know.” Shoko rolled her eyes and grumbled, but immediately perked up when the lights began to dim. You had the opposite reaction, tensing up and shrinking into your seat as you smoked. Your best friend noticed though, as always, and looped her arm through yours.

“We’re just supporting them, like I said a little while ago. No harm, no foul. It doesn’t have to be anything more than that.” She gave you a reassuring smile, and you couldn’t help but lean into her touch. Shoko had been your rock through the breakup, and continued to support you even now. You could feel how excited she was, and admittedly her excitement was always contagious. You relaxed and watched as everyone came out on stage. 

Gojo of course came out first, that damn show pony. His boisterous attitude and loud mouth always annoyed you, and he always did the most to get the attention he wanted. You love him half to death though, and he knows it. He got all of you into trouble so many times you had lost count. A blonde with glasses came out next, a new addition to the band it seemed. You had never seen him before. A short man with cropped black hair and a huge grin came out next, and you recognized him from school though you couldn’t remember his name. Haibara? Something like that. That left Geto for last, as usual. 

You had forgotten just how beautiful he was. He walked out with a small smile on his face and waved to the crowd, and you couldn’t help the annoyance bubbling in your chest as the screaming got louder when he took his spot onstage. He had more tattoos than you remembered, and his hair was much longer. He wasn’t wearing it up in a bun, which felt unusual to you. Instead his black hair cascaded down his back and over his shoulders, framing his face. Was his bottom lip pierced now? He was too far away for you to be sure. You studied him carefully, drinking in the image in front of you. While everyone else got settled you watched as he began to scan the crowd for someone. You took another drag from your cigarette, wondering who he was so intent on finding. His eyes continued to wander until they found you. You locked eyes with him and tried not to choke as you exhaled, and leaned farther into Shoko’s embrace. He looked as shocked as you felt- your heart was about to jump up and out of your fucking throat. You could barely see the corners of his mouth turn up, and he raised his eyebrows before he finally looked away. You knew that stupid look. That was the ‘and what do we have here?’ look he always had on when he relentlessly teased you. The look was enough to make you scowl and huff, and you crossed your arms over your chest. Geto spared you another glance, and seeing you in such a state made him break out in a ridiculous grin before he laughed to himself. He loved teasing you. 

“He seems really happy to see you.” Shoko whispered in your ear. She huddled close to you, letting you lean into her as much as you needed.

“Yeah, well, no one said I was happy to see him.” your best friend let out a huff, letting you know you weren’t fooling her. You were hardly fooling yourself. Truthfully, seeing him after all this time made you feel like you were floating. You could only remember his face glassed over and uninterested, so seeing him happy made your heart leap. He loved being on stage and performing, and you loved watching him do it. The show began and, as always, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

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PLEASEEEE do angry love confessions w whipped Chris who doesn’t know how to tell the reader that he’s in love w them pleaseeeee

Asshole (Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader)

summary: request😼

warnings: kissing. yelling, anger, cussing (obviously)

a/n: I love writing from Chris's pov especially if he's being a big meanie

My jaw clenches as I watch you from across the room, shifting in my seat. You're laughing with Madi about something stupid on your phone, with your head thrown back. You've always put your whole heart into laughing.

I glare over at you unintentionally, staring at how pretty you are. I hear a snicker from beside me and I glance over, seeing Matt staring at me and silently laughing. I roll my eyes and look away, my face red, knowing I got caught staring. My phone pings and I check it, a message from Matt popping up.

'Are you gonna tell her or are you gonna stare at her all day,' the text reads. I let out a huff of air and type a reply.

'Fuck you,' I reply, and toss my phone down next to me. Matt scoffs beside me and shakes his head. I ignore him. I look back over to you, and you're already looking back at me. I scowl and look away. "What's your deal?" You ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, why the fuck do you care?" I answer, my voice harsher than I intended.

"I was just asking, asshole," You say, rolling your eyes. Fuck! Now she thinks I'm a dick. I can feel the tension in the silent room, and I stand up from the couch.

"I'll be in my room," I mumble, grabbing my phone and swiftly exiting the living room. I can hear everyone talking in hushed tones, but I don't try to listen. I make it back to my room and shut the door, falling onto my bed on my back. I sigh, upset and angry that no matter what I do, I can't seem to let you know how important you are to me. Out of nowhere, I hear a knock on the door. "What do you want?" I call out, staying on my bed. I hear my door open and shut.

"Why are you being a dick?" I hear you say. I groan and open my eyes to see you with your back against my door. How you look so effortlessly beautiful, I'll never know. Your hair always falls perfectly, your eyes always have a certain sparkle to them, your smile has always lit up the room. I take a deep breath and look away.

"Why are you here? Go talk to Madi or something," I grumble.

"Don't do that," you scowl. "Don't shut me out. Tell me whats going on."

"Nothings going on!" I exclaim. "Now can you leave me the fuck alone?" I see you get closer to me, the anger on your face isn't fierce or scary, it's adorable. I glare at my thoughts.

"Tell me," you demand, in front of my bed. "What's your deal? You've been like this for so long!"

My brain screams at me to tell you how I feel, but I hold back my words. "Nothing's my deal! Go away!" I say, raising my voice. My mind overwhelms me with thoughts of telling you how i feel, telling you how pretty you are, how much I love you.

"Tell me Chris!" You yell, angry.

"You want to know so bad?" I ask, standing up and staring you dead in the eyes, watching surprise ripple across your face. "You wanna know what's wrong? I love you! That's what's wrong! I love you and you don't love me back!" I sit back down on my head and run my hands over my face, sighing. I can't even bring myself to look at you, embarrassed and upset.

"You love me?" I hear you ask quietly.

I sigh. "Yes you idiot, I love you," I mumble. I feel my bed sink next to me and your arm draping across my shoulders. I lift my face from my hands and look at you, raising an eyebrow.

You're smiling softly, making me furrow my brow. "You're so stupid," you laugh. "I love you too, goofhead." My heart speeds up at your words.

"Really?" I ask, breathless, my eyes wide.

"Yes," you smile. I grin and smash my lips onto yours, making you giggle. I kiss you over and over again, relishing in the way our lips fit perfectly together. "Chris," you try to get my attention between kisses, but my lips muffle your words. "Chris," you try again. I keep kissing you, until i hear giggling at my doorway. I break the kiss and look up to see Matt standing at my doorway.

I groan. "Fuck off Matt," I grumble before kissing you again.

"I just wanted to see what the commotion was about, asshole," he says, rolling his eyes. He turns on his heel and walks away, smirking. I notice he has his phone in his hand as he exits, and I realize that he was definitely filming the whole time.

I lean back to let you sit back up since during the kiss I subconsciously pushed you back into my bed. I give a sheepish smile and you smile back, making my heart race. You scoot closer to me and pull me into your embrace. I feel my face burn but I hug you back anyways, kissing the top of your head. Then I flick your forehead playfully, laughing as you glare at me.

"You're such an asshole," you laugh softly, pulling me in for a kiss once more.

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did I slaughter😼

im open to constructive criticism yall dont be afraid to help me out!! im still learning🤓

[ticklygiggles]

Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 11 - Pumpkin

Tsugikuni Yoriichi x Reader

A/N: This is extremely self-indulgent, but this whole event is self-indulgent so enjoy!

"Yoriichi, my love! Welcome back!" You jumped from your spot in a chair when you saw his figure entering your little house. 

Yoriichi smiled softly, leaving his sword aside as he closed the door. "I am back." His arms immediately spread open and with a giggle you quickly hugged him, his arms wrapping you tenderly and you breathed in his scent. 

Relief rushed through you, he was back once again. He was safe and sound and in your arms once again. 

"Yoriichi," you said after kissing his cheek. "I've got something for you!" 

"Hmm?" He tilted his head to the side, looking down at you. "A gift?" 

You giggled, nodding your head. "Yes! Come here! Sit down while I go get it." 

Yoriichi did as he was told, reluctantly letting go of you after kissing your forehead and sitting on the chair you were on when he arrived. You laughed to yourself as you got his gift from your bedroom.

Rushing back to the kitchen, you found Yoriichi patiently waiting for you, his eyes beaming slightly at seeing you. 

"Here it is!" You gave him the little package and waited on your tiptoes as he slowly unwrapped it. 

"This is…"

"It's a new haori!" You said, grinning brightly. 

"It has… a lot of pumpkins." 

"Yes! It looks very autumn-like right? Do you see the little red and yellow leaves? Isn't it so cute? Would you put it on right now?" 

Yoriichi stood up and quickly took off the red haori you had given him not long ago and as he put on this new haori, you could barely contain your laughter. There wasn't a chance you'd let him wear something like that in public. The design of that haori was ridiculous. One or two pumpkins embroidered on the sleeves would have looked better, but the amount of pumpkins that were embroidered all over the haori was just stupid!

You only got it for him as a little joke, you were sure he would decline it and you'd laugh and tell him you were playing and he would blush all cutely and you'd be the happiest person ever seeing him so adorably flustered! 

"I love it."

Wait.

"W-What?"

Yoriichi saw the pumpkins on his sleeves with fond eyes. "I love it. Thank you very much, dearest," he said, kissing your forehead. "I'll wear it from tomorrow on-"

"No!" You yelled, surprising him slightly. "Yoriichi, you cannot wear this thing out there!" 

Yoriichi frowned. "This thing? This is something you gifted me, so of course I am going to use it."

You shook your head. "No! I was just joking! I- I just wanted to prank you a little! I thought you wouldn't like it!"

"This is something you gifted me," he repeated and you could see the confusion clouding his eyes. "Why would I not like it?"

"Because it's hideous, Yorii!" You said almost exasperated. "This pattern- it hurts my eyes!" 

Yoriichi made a small face, a small pout that your eyes didn't have the pleasure of seeing very often and something fluttered in your heart. Did you hurt him? 

"I'll keep it."

"No!" You hugged his waist, looking up at him with teary eyes. "Please, what will people say if they know I gave you this when I gift you the prettiest haoris out there, Yoriichi!" You begged him, but all he did was shake his head solemnly. 

"I'll keep it and wear it. I cannot just throw away something you gifted me-e-ehehe- haah, m-my lohohove, nohohot tihihicklihing."

Desperate situations required desperate measures. Your fingers dug lightly into his ribs and his laugh tumbled from his lips. Yoriichi pressed his arms to his sides and scrunched up his shoulders.

"I won't stop until you promise me you won't wear this thing outside," you said, fighting back a smile at hearing his giggles and laughs. "You can wear it here if you want to keep it so badly, but not outside."

"B-Buhuhut it's y-yohohour- ah! Ahahaha!" 

You squeaked when he suddenly collapsed onto the chair, but you quickly followed him, sitting on his lap and adding more to his embarrassment. 

He laughed beautifully as your fingers wiggled against his ticklish ribs. He squirmed and tried to gently stop your hands, but he was uncoordinated and laughing a bit too much. 

"Yes, it is something I gave you, but I will forgive you if you don't wear it, in fact, please just don't wear it ever!" 

Yoriichi grabbed your waist and nodded. "Fihihine! I wohohon't! I'll ohohonly wehehear it hehehere!" 

"Is that a promise?" 

"I prohohomise! M-My dehehearest, my lahahaugh is s-staharting t-to sohohound too ehehembarrahahaassing!" 

You giggled, stopping your tickly fingers and giving him a break. "You made a promise, Yoriichi."

"I- I still don't understand why I have to hide it- wahahait! I wihihill- ihihif thahat's what you want, then I'll do it."

You nodded happily, kissing his flushed cheeks a couple of times before his hands on your waist started to tickle you. 

"I'm sohohorry! I'm sohohohorry!"

You deserved this. Maybe this way you will learn your lesson and not play pranks on Yoriichi again!

[outerspaceismyhappyplace]

Haven’t quite had the energy lately to write a whole fic. Here are a couple scenes from a bby Obanai sickfic that I gave up on (partially because I’ve already written an Obanai sickfic lol I don’t want to be repetitive) -

“Poor baby. You must’ve caught the stomach bug Muichiro had a few days ago…”

Obanai’s face twisted in anger. “Stupid Mui,” he muttered. “Gotted me sick.”

“It wasn’t his fault, baby, it’s not like he got you sick on purpose,” said Mitsuri. “I don’t think you were even around Muichiro when he was sick. So I’m not sure how…” she trailed off, guilt blooming in her gut. Oh. Obanai might not have been around Muichiro when he was sick—but Mitsuri had been.

Muichiro had been so sick. He was sick enough that he apparently didn’t even put up a fight when Shinobu told him he needed to go to the hospital. Mitsuri stopped by briefly to check on him that night after she’d heard, not intending to stay long or get too close—but she got there just in time to hear Shinobu say, “Muichiro, please stop asking for more pain medicine. It’s a waste. You already know you’re just going to vomit again before it has a chance to work; we have to just wait until your stomach settles down a bit first.” and Muichiro promptly burst into tears. Mitsuri had never seen Muichiro cry before—wasn’t even sure he could cry—and it felt wrong to just stand there in the doorway while there was a sobbing child in need of comfort. He was so confused and upset from his high fever that he’d let Mitsuri hold him for a little bit until he fell asleep.

She had washed her hands afterwards, of course, but she didn’t think to change out of her uniform before she went to meet Obanai for dinner…

Oh, she was so stupid! Obanai had a weak immune system and was prone to sickness; she should have taken better precautions to avoid contaminating him. The thought had occurred to her the day afterwards but Mitsuri felt fine so she assumed Obanai was probably in the clear too…

Obviously, this was not the case.

-

“This one time, when Rengoku and I were on our way back from a mission, we bought out everything at a street vendor and we both got food poisoning from it,” said Mitsuri. “We were sooo sick. I went back home to my parents for a few days until I felt better, because I was so sick I needed someone to help take care of me. It happens to everyone sometimes, sweetheart.”

The story was intended to make Obanai feel better, but instead his face scrunched up and he started crying again.

“Huh? What’s wrong?“ she asked frantically, pulling away so she could examine him.

Obanai sobbed and reached for her in protest. “Mommy w-was sick!”

Mitsuri’s expression softened and she cradled him against her chest again. “Shh, shh, no, baby, it’s okay. Mommy’s all better now.”

“Mommy w-was sick, and…and, and…” Obanai hiccuped, struggling to get the words out. “A-and Obi w-wasn’t there…to m-make her feel better!”

Mitsuri’s heart melted. “Oh, baby,” she cooed, kissing his head over and over. “You’re the sweetest, cutest, most adorable, most thoughtful, most amazing most precious little boy in the whole wide world!”

“Bu-but I’m s-so gross!” Obanai wailed.

“Everybody’s gross sometimes, baby,” Mitsuri said, patting his back. “What if Mommy was sick and you were here to make me feel better? Would you think I was gross?”

“N-no!” Obanai cried. “No, love Mommy!”

“And I love you too, Obanai!” Mitsuri said. She kissed his forehead again. “So I’m gonna take good care of you until you feel all better, even if you’re gross. Okay?”

Obanai nodded slowly. “‘Kay, Mommy.”

[leegemma]

Hiii, I hope you're good :3

I had this idea today and I cannot think of a better person to write it than you

So

Are we all conscious Jeongin has said many times he doesn't like being tickled??? Yes

And ofc the members know it too

SO

I was thinking of a fic like Jeongin actually loves being tickled, but he can't just admit it and that's why he always says he hates it (cuz yk, that's way easier than admitting you like it)

SO ONE DAY

IdkhowI'msorry

The members discover Innie's little secret, and ofc they completely WRECK him

Also, can you use indications number 3, 7, 14 and 29????

I'm sorry if it's too much but I needed to request it

Thank youuuu, have a good day/night/orwhatever<3

Hi sweet anon! Thank you for your request, I'm always happy to write for my ultimate bias 😍🩷

Hope you like it!

Enjoy:)

3 - “aww, you’re blushing!”

7 - “say it!”

14 - “it’s too embarassing!”

29 - “someone told me your little secret…”

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It all started one morning with a very bored Hyunjin. The boys had 2 days off and they decided to all spend it together at the 3racha+ Hyunjin dorm.

They all slept there together the night before, each boy sharing their room with another from the opposite dorm: Lee know slept with Han in his room, Felix slept with changbin, Seungmin slept with Chan, and Jeongin slept with Hyunjin.

When Hyunjin woke up the following morning, he looked to his right to see the baby bread tiredly scrolling on his phone. Hyunjin smiled and cuddled into him. "Innie~~"

I.N groaned. "What, hyung?"

Hyunjin teasingly poked the younger's side. "What's with the attitude so early in the morning?!"

I.N jumped with a squeal. "Nohot that."

Hyunjin smirked, knowing exactly what was about to go down. "Not what?" He wiggled his fingers into I.N's neck sneakily.

"STAHAHAP!" I.N tried to push the older's hand away, bringing up his shoulder to protect his neck.

Hyunjin pinned the maknae's wrists using his one hand and immediately started scratching on his tummy. "No thanks."

After a few more seconds of loud laughter, hyunjin suddenly stopped. Letting innie's hands go and smiling at the younger in adoration, tilting his head when he noticed the confused look on the other's face. "What?"

I.N shook his head. "Nothing..."

"Tell me!" Hyunjin demanded with a laugh.

"No, it's just because... Well, like... you know? You usually just don't stop so quickly." I.N shrugged, looking somewhat... disappointed?

Hyunjin stared at the boy in shock. "You- you wanted me to keep going?"

"No!" I.N mumbled. "I- never mind. I hated every second of it."

Hyunjin tried his best not to jump on top of the younger and squish him to death. Instead, he just got out of the bed calmly and left the room. "I'm gonna get a glass of water, stay here."

Instead of getting a glass of water, hyunjin got the whole gang. Telling everyone what he's just discovered about their lovely youngest.

"That's so cute!" Felix cooed.

"I need to explore that" Seungmin said mischievously.

"I need to exploit that." Lee know threw in.

And so, the whole group walked back to Hyunjin's room, where the clueless Jeongin was still laying on the bed, going over what had happend over again in his head. When he saw the 7 heads popping in the room, he was only getting more confused. "Why are you all in here? Shouldn't we hang out in the living room instead?"

"We can... right after we finish here." Chan smirked.

"W-what do you mean?" Jeongin wasn't stupid, he understood what was happening. He just hoped he was only being paranoid.

“someone told me your little secret…” Seungmin sat on the bed and quickly spidered over I.N's arm. Causing the other to squeal and pull away.

"Hyung!" He called, his heart beating faster and faster.

Han jumped next to Seungmin on the bed and pulled Jeongin's leg, setting it in his lap jellyfishing his knee (you know what i mean 😔) "do you have something you want to tell us, innie?"

I.N shook his head desperately. "No, no I don't."

"Are you sure?~" Changbin climbed on the bed and pulled I.N arms over his head, sitting on his wrists.

"DOHOHONT!" I.N squirmed desperately.

"He's already laughing! We didn't even start!" Felix giggled.

And with that, each one of the boys sat next to a spot: Chan on the armpits, minho on the hips, changbin in charge of neck and ears, hyunjin and Han had the legs, felix with the feet and Seungmin at the tummy and ribs.

"Please don't!" I.N begged.

"All you have to do is admit you like getting tickled!" Hyunjin announced.

"*love" Lee know corrected him teasingly.

"N-no! That would be a lie!" I.N was starting to get exited, finally they're doing this. He thought.

"Uh huh." Han teased.

"well if he's not going to admit it we'll have to help him." Chan shrugged.

The other boys nodded along, all counting down together from five while their wiggling fingers got closer and closer to Jeongin's body.

Jeongin, who was freaking out at this point, scared for his faith, took one ast deep breath before arupting into laughter when the 70 fingers reached him. "I CANAN'T!!!!"

"You can do anything you set your mind to." Changbin playfully encouraged as he fluttered his fingers against the boy's neck.

"NOHOHOHOHO! PLEASEEEEE!" I.N tried to squirm away to no avail l.

The boys all stopped for a second when they saw their youngest getting tired, hyunjin spoke first: “say it!”

I.N whined. “it’s too embarassing!”

"So you admit that it's true? You like being tickled?" Han asked with a smile.

"*love" Lee know corrected once again.

I.N glared at Lee know for a second, then turned to look at the ceiling as he couldn't bear looking at the boys and wasn't physically able to look at the floor in his very complicated position. "But fine... I g-guess I admit it."

“aww, you’re blushing!” chan poked baby bread's cheek.

"Shut up..." I.N mumbled.

"You be careful with what you say." Felix warned with a well aimed poke to the youngest's lowest rib.

"HA!" I.N dramatically laughed and jumped away.

The boys all smiled and coo, deciding to let I.N go.

"We're glad you told us Innie." Hyunjin smiled as he stroked I.N's hair.

"Well you kind of forced me to. But... I'm also kinda glad I told you guys." Jenging admitted, cuddling close to Hyunjin and Han who were both at his sides.

"Don't worry, you'll get a lot more of this now that we know." Lee know smiled as he joined the cuddle puddle, tempting all the pther boys to join too. Leaving I.N surrounded with the overflowing love from his big brothers.

"We love you maknae!"

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i wish i could bottle this moment and wear it as perfume withhhh steve bcos i’m obsessed with him <3

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good old em henry, love it! here's steve being obsessed w you in a seemingly mundane moment <3

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There's nothing special about the moment, not really. It's just another evening sat across from Steve at the diner, a little to late to be having dinner but the summer day got away from you. There are maybe three other people in the whole place and the vinyl of the seat sticks so the back of your thighs.

You're splitting some fries and drinking a milkshake each -- vanilla for Steve, chocolate for you -- and he's listening to you tell him about the new record you bought last week.

His gaze is heavy but you've gotten better about not feeling overwhelmed under it. Steve looks at you with all of his focus whenever you're talking, like a moth drawn to a flame. Both of his hands play with the fingers of the one you've put on the table for him. He traces your knuckles, massages your palm as he listens and hums along to what you're saying.

Caught up in your story, you don't look at him directly until he gives your wrist a squeeze.

The naked adoration in his eyes takes your breath away. Steve looks alive in the summer in a way you've always envied a little. Golden streaks in his hair, a constant glow to his skin. He's looser, more relaxed, quicker to smile rather than smirk. He looks like your wildest dreams come true. And he's yours.

"Don't laugh," he says softly. It's his serious tone, the one you hear in bed late at night or when he calls you to tell you he misses you.

"I'd never," you tell him. You turn your hand so your palms are pressing together.

He sighs but it's not impatient. It's lovesick. "This is stupid," he starts, and you want to argue with him for talking that way but he keeps going before you can. "I just -- I want to remember this forever, y'know?"

You tilt your head and raise your eyebrows in question because you're not sure you do know. "This diner?" you ask. He sucks on his teeth, a flush creeping up his neck.

"I guess," he explains. "But all of...this. The diner, summer, this booth we always sit in. You, talking to me and eating fries and getting milkshake on your face."

You cover your mouth with your hand and Steve laughs, a softer version of his usual mirth. "Do I really have some on my face?"

He licks his thumb and reaches for you, swiping it along the corner of your mouth. Your heart sings. "My point is," he says, "I'm really happy. With you."

The sweetness of your milkshake doesn't come close to how Steve makes you feel. You hook your ankle with his under the table. "I'm really happy, too," you say. "Can we go make out in your car now?"

The laugh that pulls from him is his loudest.

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