#its another always sunny joke

[yank-a-ton]

The Sharmoota Job

[nomaishuttle]

ALSO sry im so talkative today idk whats gotten IN to me but anyways. its sooo crazy 2 me that ppl have other birthdays that arent the sake day as my birthday like obviously i know ppl do but its crazy to me. bc january 13th is like My birthday ykwim. like its such a good day to have a birthday on so beautiful 1/13/2005 gods specialest girl was born ykwim.

[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #11

synopsis: when aot characters get drunk🍺

characters involved: eren, mikasa, armin, jean, connie, sasha reiner, bertolt, annie, levi, erwin and hange

notes: exams are finally over and its SUMMAA so i switched up my theme, rip coquette hanjisungslag u will b missed x

☆ eren jaeger

loves a strong bow and a corona on a warm summers day x

is a lightweight

one beer and he is off his rocker

gets hyper in several different ways, happy, giggly, angry etc.

passed out by 22:00

☆ mikasa ackerman

she’s a cider girlie!!

loves a remodelling & kopparberg (strawberry & lime and mixed fruits specifically)

tries some people’s gins and vodkas and it ain’t for her

she’s a lightweight too

she’s so shocked how hard it hits her

she’s a lot more chatty and giggly

goes red in the cheeks > <

☆ armin arlert

he tries beer. doesn’t like san miguel. hates stella.

will take a corona on a sunny day though…

but he likes a cider!

he looovveesss any fruity drinks

he’s not a lightweight or heavyweight, good middle ground

gets sooo chatty

the type of drunk to info dump on you / talk about their special interests

☆ jean kirsten

drinks mostly everything. strongbow, cider, maybe be cheeky and have a rum!

also tequila tbh

he’s a bit of a lightweight tbh

but he refuses to admit it 😭

he’s a chill drunk, he’ll sit and chat and drink

but bro is RAVENOUS like he will eat a fuckin buffet and a half afterwards.

spends more money on food than actual drink

☆ sasha braus

AH SHE LOVES A PITCHER FROM SPOONS X

her, ymir and historia deffo get some refreshing, fruity pitchers between em all.

they’re literally just girls… 😖

she’s a lightweight duhhh!!

she’s 100% busting a move on the dance floor

there’s also a liability.

and she is that liability. she is constantly running off

☆ connie springer

 MY GUY IS A VODKA MAN I SAID IT

he gets sooo drunk

like i’m talking running away with sasha, doing karaoke, dancing, chatting to EVERYONEE

THE no 1. yapper when drunk

by the end of the night he was 10 new best friends, invited to three weddings and several after parties.

he’s deffo the one who ends up being sick but he’s so ready to drink afterwards😭(don’t let him)

☆ reiner braun

heavyweighhhhttt

he starts off with ‘man’ drinks like san miguel, stella etc.

HOWEVAA i know this man loves a voddy and coke and gin.

i just know when this man is pissed and wants another one he is getting his bloody pink gin

he’s rizzing people up sooo hard like reiner stawp 😜

he’s so sweet and pookie when drunk like he’s just chatting and hugging all his friends

☆ bertolt hoover

actually loves a san miguel

everyone’s so surprised by this?

he’s also a heavyweight

he’s tall ok, more of him to get drunk

when he’s drunk HES A TALKERR

it’s like it’s all been built up and now he’s exploding with words and conversations

deffo says way too much for his liking and regrets it deeply in the morning.

expect an apology message in the morning (even tho he has nothing to apologise for, bless)

☆ annie leonhart

heavy weight

this girl is on vodkas with lemonade hmk x

when she’s drunk she’s soo red

she’ll find someone to just sit and chill with

doesn’t want to embarrass herself or bring attention to herself.

she’s so funny when she’s drunk

pulls out ALL the stops when it comes to jokes

she’s always giggling at everyone doing some dumb shit

☆ levi ackerman

heavy weight!

he doesn’t drink much anyways

but if he is, its whiskey or tia maria in some coffee

he’s usually the one watching everyone, not getting too drunk

making sure no one is dead x

but he always ends up tipsy at the least

although he’s supposed to be baby sitting

he cant help but slightly smirking at anything anyone says.

☆ erwin smith

heavy weight once again

doesn’t like to get too drunk

he’s an old man now cmon

my man is drinking wine like merlot, pino, etc

he’s so elegant when drinking

but by the end of the night his hair is messed up baddd

he says loads of stuff and regrets it.

obviously it’s nothing too extreme but just him being silly

gets super sleepy though. wine drunk 🙁

☆ hange zoë

SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS

literally adores shots

just goes crazy on them tbh

after an hour, they’re buying shots for EVERYOONNNEEE

definitely broke by the end of the night.

has to start giving themselves a limit every time they go out

ANYWAYS an absolute party animal

hitting up the clubs

hitting the DANCE FLOOR DUH!

[luna0713hunter]

whispering in-between kisses with Shanks?

Author's note : such a sweet request for such a sweet man :) hope you enjoy it!thanks for sending this ask dear

"whispering in between kisses"

"forehead kisses"

Based on this prompt

Shanks x reader

Warnings : none,age gap relationship, pet names, reader being referred to 'baby girl', 'princess' , etc ,some drinking,you and Shanks being so in love

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Nights like this were rare.

As you stare at Shanks drinking yet another glass of wine,you think you should stop him;but when you see his sunny smile that almost has you blinded,you sit back down and enjoy the sight of him being so relax.

The man always has so much on his plate that seeing him like this is actually refreshing.

So you take another small sip of your own drink and watch how Shanks throws his head back to laugh at a joke Benn had made. The sight has you laughing under your breath as well;your heart beating louder and louder with each passing second you watch the man you love being so happy.

The warm light coming from the candles makes his hair look alive and on fire,and his eyes shining so bright that your cheeks warms just looking at him.

Or maybe it was the alcohol in your system that made your body awfully hot.

Whatever it was,it made you doze off until everyone passed out whether on the deck or retreated to their rooms. And it wasn't until a gentle hand card through your hair that made you wake up slowly.

You blink up at Shanks and when he gives you a soft smile,you giggle.

"hello mister handsome."

"hello to you too, princess. Did you perhaps had a little too much of the wine?"

"noooo," you burst into more giggles and rest your head on his shoulder while looking up at him " 'm not drunk." And when Shanks raises his brow at you,you boop his nose.

Shanks blinks. The look on his face priceless.

"you're so handsome,have i told you that?"

Shanks only chuckles and wraps his right arm around your waist.

"yes you have. But it never gets old to hear such a lovely comment come from such a beautiful girl."

You giggle again,and somehow wiggle your way in his lap. Your arms find their way to his shoulders,then up in his hair.

"i love you so much, Captain."

A gentle hand cups your cheek and slowly pulls you close.

And when your lips touch,your whole body moves even closer to him;not wanting to part from him even for a second.

The kiss is slow and gentle;full of love. Its like every moment you spend time with Shanks and it has you wanting more and more.

And if it wasn't for Shanks pulling away slightly to give you some time to breath,you might've continued to kiss him until you pass out.

"princess," his hand moves to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "baby girl. I love you,with my whole heart. I'll love you until my very last breath,and even after i die,i wont stop loving you."

He whispers each word against your lips;his soft voice making your eyes water slightly as you rest your forehead against his.

"Shanks," you kiss him again,and whisper your own declaration of love against his lips, "My Shanks,my only captain,my love," you tell him each word with the press of your lips to his, "let me love you till the day i die."

And when Shanks kisses you again;it feels different.

This time its hurried;like he's trying his best to tell you the words he's unable to. Like he's trying to tell you that even if the world ends tomorrow,him loving you wont.

When you part again,he eyes your lips and smiles gently when you try to stifle a yawn.

"enough talking of dying tonight. Not me nor you,is going to die anytime soon."

And when he picks you up bridal style and carries you to your bedroom so you can sleep in his arms,he presses a loving kiss to your forehead before you doze off.

"sleep my love. We have all the time in the world to love each other no matter what."

[godessanonymous]

Blame it on the Vodka - LN4

Request: No.

Genre: Fluffy (i guess)

Triggers: mentions of small injury

Summary: Partying in the Netherlands Lando gets a little injured. But you were there to fix it so its okay.

The picture of him on the boat inspired me to do this

Blame it on the Vodka – LN4 Martin Garrix had invited you to the king’s day celebration in the Netherlands, load so of people were there, famous influencers and artists and then there was you. Technically you could be categorized under the influencer division, yet you were nowhere as known as most the others here.

The invitation only got to you because you went to school with the DJ.

You were now a nurse working in a trauma center in the sunny state of Florida. A couple of years ago you and a friend started a podcast just for fun and your following on both the Podcast as well as your usual social media grew fairly quickly.

Though you were not even close to some of the people here it, your podcast and work was what made you happy.

The party was loud, you got on a boat around noon and were immediately greeted with a drink and an orange shirt to put on. You scanned the crowd around you once you had pulled the fabric over your head. The boat wasn’t huge, but It was big enough to fit a lot of people you didn’t know.

The whole city was a Party, boats on the water and orange things everywhere. You loved a little bit of partying so chances were you’d have some good fun out here. Able you probably needed a glass or two before you could truly come out of your shell.

You made your way through the dancing bodies, recognizing a face or two and giving people a big smile and muttered sorry as you squeezed past them towards the DJ Desk to greet Martin.

As soon as he spotted you his face lit up. Next to him was a familiar face, be it only from TV. F1 Driver Lando Norris, a glass in hand chatting to a girl next to him. You reached him and he immediately pulled you into warm hug. “How’ve you been? How is life in the sunny state?” he smiled.

“Oh its great! Work never stops, but I am really enjoying life over there. The Podcast has been going well.” You responded. That wasn’t the whole truth, your life was rather busy than chill and enjoyable. You were more or less working two whole jobs. Juggling being in the media and the chaos of the ER weren’t always easy.

“How’s Daniel?” he asked leaving you debating what to say. You and your boyfriend had recently broken up and it wasn’t a pretty one.

“Oh… yeah well I don’t really know” was all you said, pulling a confused look from Martin. “OK well I have someone id like you to meet, you still enjoy motorsport right?” he switched the topic. “Of course I do.” You said, you knew what was coming. He was probably going to call Norris over to the two of you. And that is exactly what he did. “Lando come over here really quickly.”

The Brit, clearly already a couple of drinks in waddled over, quickly excusing himself from the woman he was chatting to. “This is a old school friend of mine, Y/N. I think you two would get along well. She doesn’t know that many people here. Maybe you could put your chatty self to use and introduce her to some people around here.” He said half joking.

The curly haired man looked at you. “Well hi, I’m Lando and apparently I am your tour guide, its nice to meet you.” He smiled. “Well how about we go get you a drink.”

And with that you walked off with him to the bar.

“You strike me as a Aperol Girl.” He thought out loud. You chuckled, he wasn’t wrong. But you weren’t about to go easy today.

“Well you’re not wrong but ill take a Vodka-O, if I want to get through today ill need something strong.

“Alright then, ill take another one of this and a Vodka-O for the Lady please he told the man behind the tiny bar, sliding his empty glass over the counter.

You lost him on your way back towards the middle of the boat. The swimming party had set of and was cruising around in the calm water surrounded by a ton of other small boats with partying people on them. You had found some familiar faces to have small chats with but quickly returned to dancing to the music playing loudly.

At some point you were stopped and checked by some harbor police who wanted to make sure everything was safe.

The alcohol had started to make you feel just the right bit fuzzy.

You grabbed another light drink and walked back to Martin who was jamming out just like the rest. On your way back you noticed a small group of people all standing around one individual. You went closer to investigate whatever was going on.

Getting closer you were greeted with the slightly bloody face of the British man you were introduced to earlier. He was clearly more drunk than you.

“Well what happened here?” You asked. Still grinning he responded. “Weeeelllll, I was dancing and someone smacked their glass in my face and it cut my nose.”

Ok so nothing bad. “Well what do we do now.” Someone you didn’t know said next to you.

“Aright someone get me a first aid kit. That cut won’t need stitches.” You said grabbing a tissue.

“Mind if I have a closer look Lando?” He shook his head no so you stepped up to him and wiped a bit of blood away.

“Well at least its not in your eye.” Someone set down the first aid kit next to you. You quickly went through it checking what you got. Grabbing a little light, some gauze and tweezers you turned back to your patient.

“Aright let me just have a look.” You stepped even closer to him. He was sitting and you were not, so eventough you weren’t as tall he was looking up at you.

You just now noticed the pretty color of his eyes and long lashes that put most girls to shame. Now almost standing between his legs you shine the light at the wound. It looked fairly clean cut, though a small piece of glass was still lodged in the wound.

“There is still something stuck in there, ill have to get it out. Stay still.” You said before you grabbed it with the tweezers in one quick motion. It came out easily, it did also earn you a tiny wince from Lando.

“You look like you know what you are doing.” He said, eyes questioning.

“That’s because I do, I am a nurse.” You responded quickly while searching through the little medical bag for some disinfectant a bandage and some steri strips.

“Aright lets clean the wound quickly. Cover your eyes with you hands please. And this might sting a little bit.” You warned him before spraying to quick sprays of the disinfectant on the wound.

He flinched at the coldness.

In your half drunken state you rewarded him with a little pat on the head, like you would do to pediatric patients at your hospital.

You dried of the wound and leaned down a little further to better place the strips to hold the skin together.

“What a view that is.” Lando said, probably before thinking about it.

The comment made you blush a little. Your shirt was pretty but also warm and not too revealing but given the position you were in his eyes were on the same level as your boobs.

You quickly finished up placing a small bandage.

“Okay you are free to keep partying but watch out for dancing missiles.”

“Well thank you very much for your help miss nurse.” He smiled back.

“How about I say thank you with a dance.” A offer you could simply not decline. He didn’t waste any time pulling you towards a small free space to dance. His steps were a little wonky, but you got there eventually.

In all fairness the man knew how to dance, your bodies were getting closer to eachother with each song and the tention was getting stronger.

Maybe coming here, despite not knowing people, wasnt so bad after all.

[like-a-diamondinthesky]

curly fries | s.c.b

-> the first i love you m.list

pairing... bf!changbin x gn!reader tags... fluff, established relationship, beach shenanigans cw... a slightly cringe and unfunny joke that im only a little proud of

you don’t know what he’s about to do, but if the devious glint in his eyes is anything to go by, it’s going to be something loud for sure.

wc... 880 words a/n... thank u xi my love for helping me w this 😽 i've had this prompt in my files for months and i finally got around to writing it, i hope you all enjoy!

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Seo Changbin is beautiful.

Maybe it’s the way his natural hair curls into bouncy, raven locks. Or how his loose white button-up flows in the wind that blows gently against you, enveloping you in a warm breeze under the golden sun. Perhaps it’s his honey skin glowing as radiantly as the smile he constantly wears on his face when he’s around you—the same smile his bubbly personality urges you to reciprocate. You can’t be sure, really. It’s hard to pinpoint what makes the very incarnation of beauty beautiful.

Changbin’s hearty laugh snaps you out of your daze, his eyes twinkling as he looks at you.

“Baby, if you keep letting your food dangle out of your mouth like that, a seagull is gonna come down and swoop it up.” Teasingly, he points at the curly fry hanging out of your mouth, forgotten from the moment your hand had let go of it and slowly fell during your Changbin-induced trance. “Something on your mind?”

You blink once. Twice. Three times. Shoving the fry in your mouth, you shake your head.

“There’s nothing you’re thinking about?” Changbin probes, tilting his head in disbelief. “The way you’ve been staring at me—for like a whole minute, by the way—like I hung all the stars in the sky says otherwise.”

“Nothing, it’s nothing. Was just thinking about you and how you look so handsome today, I mean you’re always handsome, obviously, and wow, it’s quite hot, no?” You fan yourself with your fingers as heat rushes to your cheeks, though the flail of your wrists does absolutely nothing to help. “Well, I suppose it should be hot. We are at the beach after all, and you know it’s sunny so—”

Fondly, Changbin reaches out and tucks your windblown hair behind your ear. This halts your rambling, drawing out a shy smile as your boyfriend looks at you, admiration swimming in his pupils.

“You’re so cute. I love you.”

What.

Your eyes go wide. Your hand, previously reaching for another fry, stops dead in its tracks, going limp at your side.

Collecting yourself to the best of your abilities (which in this current state, were not a lot), you manage to sputter out a very elegant, “Huh?”

“I love you, silly. Say it back?”

You scan your boyfriend’s face. His gentle smile and sincere eyes warm your heart. He’s patient as he waits for your reply, but you can’t keep him waiting. Of course not.

Reciprocating his smile, you tell him, “I love you, too, Binnie.”

Changbin’s lips morph into a grin, and he leans over to press a sweet peck to your mouth. He jumps up from his beach chair, reaching his hand out, inviting you to take it in your own.

“Come on, let’s walk along the shore while there aren’t too many people.”

Though you lace your fingers with Changbin’s, a pout appears on your face and you make no move to stand. “I don’t want to get up yet. Can you carry me instead?”

Changbin crouches down and kisses your pursed lips, giggling when he feels the corners of your mouth pull into a smile. He brings his free hand to your face, caressing your cheekbone with his thumb. Similarly, he mimicked this with your intertwined hands, rubbing soft circles into your knuckles.

“Of course,” he breaks away from the kiss, gently pulling you up from your seat. “Hop on, bun.”

Gingerly, you climb onto your boyfriend's back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he secures his hands around your thighs. He makes his way to the shoreline, leaving you bouncing gently with each step he makes.

“Hey, if I’m giving you a piggyback ride,” Changbin flashes a cheeky smile over his shoulder, "wouldn’t it be called a dwaekkiback ride?”

You roll your eyes, letting out a breathy laugh at the stupidly endearing joke. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t, you loooooove me!” He picks up his pace as he trudges on the wet sand, screaming into the air, “You love me!”

“Binnie, be careful!” You laugh as he runs along the shore with you on his back. “You’re gonna trip and fall—”

Unceremoniously, Changbin loses his footing on a small mound of sand, falling and pulling you down with him.

Rolling onto your backs, the two of you share fits of giggles as the water comes up to brush your toes. Changbin sits up and skips further into the water, turning back to meet your gaze. You don’t know what he’s about to do, but if the devious glint in his eyes is anything to go by, it’s going to be something loud for sure.

“I love Y/n L/n!” Changbin announces proudly.

Loud is an understatement.

A few heads turn at Changbin’s boisterous voice, but you pay them no mind. Your attention is directed solely to the man professing his love for you to the entire ocean. You prop yourself up, digging your palms in the sand behind you. Matching his volume, which was a challenge in itself, you yelled to the water, “I love Seo Changbin!” 

As you stand up to join your boyfriend by his side, splashing in the shallow water, a seagull squawks in the distance, happily munching on an abandoned bowl of curly fries.

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[captain-lessship]

Kurt Cobain x fem!Reader Headcannons (NSFW included)

A/n: Was a request from for ever ago

- You and him were.. very different.

- To start, you were a sunny vacation town girl who’s daddy dearest owned several businesses in. You were on the more popular side in highschool, prom queen and Miss Seaside winner for two years in a row. Your parents expected you to go off to college, get an excellent degree and marry a lawyer. You didn’t go that route.

- You went to a few auditions and you got casted in a movie and that set off your career.

- They were proud that you were a Hollywood gal. Their sweet little girl? an actress! A loved one: funny, pretty and kind. You demanded the focus of the camera and it loved you. Now they expected you to win awards and marry an attractive actor like Johnny Depp or Leonardo DeCaprio. But the one you picked? Kurt Cobain. He wasn’t even an actor!

- Kurt was the kinda man your mom would faint and send your Dad into heart attack if you ever told them that you and Kurt were together. (Thank god you told you mother near a soft couch and your father has great health insurance.)

- It shocked at lot of people when you were seen at Nirvana shows, singing along and vibing with the rest of the crowd. It shocked them even more when Kurt came to your movie premiere. He wasn’t a formal guy yet here he was: by your side, supporting your achievements.

- Your parents eventually came around to the idea of him and warmed up to him being around. Kurt knew he was officially part of the family when he saw a stocking his nitial on your alls mantel.

- Kurt was a very gentle person despite the persona he developed for the stage.

- Many thought that he didn’t love you when the pictures of you both appeared in magazines. In those pictures, he looked like being with you was torture but that wasn’t the truth at all.

- In the majority of the random paparazzi pictures, Kurt seemed standoffish like a cat who had its tail stepped on, while you were just rattling on about what your plans were. You both blamed it on no context.

- Your voice always grounded Kurt and sometimes his anxiety would hit him in public.

- But the ones your loved ones took?Kurt looking at you like you are the love of his life (you are). Your favorite was from the Christmas dinner you and the rest of Nirvana decided to have while on tour. You were sitting in Kurt’s lap and you were unwrapping the gift Krist had gotten you. Kurt was looking at you like you were an art piece and you frozen in laughter. You kept this photo on your bedside table and had another copy in the hallway.

- After it was well established that you both were together, Kurt was affectionate in public. He would pepper kisses to your cheek and the corners of your lips when you sat in for interviews, leaving the talking to Dave. He could be seen resting his head against your shoulder during car rides, award ceremonies and when you guided him home when he had too much to drink or smoke, his lips would always try to attach themselves to yours.

- If Kurt was ever missing, all they had to do was find you and he wouldn’t be more than a few feet away.

- If you’d let him, he’d be in the bathroom while you took a shower. You didn’t mind it because it was never an inconvenience. Kurt knew when he could and couldn’t be attached to you.

- Kurt jokingly covers Dave’s and Krist’s eyes if you have a semi-nude scene in a movie. But if they were to stare too hard (they don’t), he would throw something at them.

- You both share cigarettes often. He used to grumble about the lipstick stain you left on them but he grew to love them and miss them even.

- He was even more affectionate in private, constantly laying his head in your lap, pulling you into his lap on the rare occasion he was sitting up. Krist and Dave joked that if he wasn’t touching you, he’d die.

- It was half true. He was saddened and moody when you weren’t around. Krist gave up and called you when they were trying to take the pictures for the Nevermind album. The second you walked in the building, Kurt’s mood improved tenfold

- It was mutual. Any time you were having a near breakdown over something, someone just had to call Kurt. He once came to your studio to console you over your hair, which the stylist who stepped in for your regular, had just melted with bleach. He assured you that you looked sexy with shorter hair and you felt better and the stylist lived to see another day. (He was right and you were a real trend setter with your shorter hair with layers.)

- At home, you and him were very quiet (strange ik). But it was comfortable quiet and it never was completely silent.

- Only the sound of soft guitar playing and the flipping pages of your book could be heard. It was peaceful.

- People were always shocked to hear you say how good of a lover he was, which highly offended you.

- “He can be a four to you and a ten to me and that’s alright cause he’s not for you.” Is what you snapped at an interviewer who was wondering why you were dating Kurt.

- They wanted you to say either money or fame but your answer was what you thought. Kurt was pissed that they were all but calling you a gold digger when you actually had your own gold and no need for his.

- Flowers came to you every time he was away. You kept a dried flower from every bouquet

- He would pick a necklace from your jewelry box and wear it if he was going to be gone for a while.

- He kisses you softly, as if he would bruise you if he did other wise. His finger traced shape into your arms and on the top of your hand.

- His stubble tickles you often and he purposefully rubs his face against the side of your neck or your face to get you to laugh. (You go through the stages of grief every time he shaves)

- Matching tattoos <3

- You took great care of Kurt. When he would go into a depressive episode, you would tenderly coax him into still taking care of himself.

- You would sit in the bathroom with him when he showered, sometimes even wash his hair for him. You would wrap him in a bath robe and have him face the wall and you would blow dry and brush his hair. He hated seeing himself in this state so you had him avoid the mirror.

- You would sit out clothes for him and he’d get dressed while you made him something to eat. He would eat and you would talk to him, hopefully keeping him distracted from his thoughts.

- “You deserve better”

- You didn’t believe him when he said it. “I think you’re perfect for me.”

- That eased his thoughts for a while. He believed that you deserved someone who wasn’t sick, in pain and moody all the time but you wanted him. He knew he had to wife you up.

- To give him credit, he took great care of you. He would paint your nails, clean your makeup brushes, rub your shoulders and would leave you little treats in the house or in your car.

- Every night that he was home, he would hold you and rub your back til you fell asleep. If you held him, you would play with the hair at the base of his neck til you heard soft snores.

- He was always appreciative for all that you did for him, often gloating and talking about you. “Oh my girlfriend? The angel that was sent to earth? Yeah she likes my songs.” “My girlfriend can do that.” “Have you seen my girlfriend in that new show?”

- He worshipped the very ground you walked on.

- You and him were acting like an old married couple from the day you made it official. With wild careers, you didn’t have it in you to have wild free time. You were both gentle souls deep down and it was brought out when you were together.

- When you and him got married, it was a bitch to plan. He had shows, you had filming. After months, you decided on a September wedding at a nice venue. Everything had gone perfect until your reception. You had changed into your shorter party dress and were heading to see Kurt when it happened.

- It started to rain. Kurt looked at you and you looked at Kurt. You both had the same idea.

- You kicked off your heels and he took off his jacket and out you two went: playing in the rain.

- You both were soaked and laughing. You and him were kicking water at each other. Some of your less up tight guests joined in. Slowly turning it into a muddy brawl.

- Best Wedding Ever.

——————NSFW——————

- The first time you and Kurt had sex was after one of your award shows, you didn’t win but you were about to win something else.

- Kurt had been loving how you looked in your dress. When you returned home, your usual make out session seemed to have more behind it. You picked up on what he wanted to do before he admitted it.

- It was an experience. He fucked you like you’d never been fucked before. He held one of your legs up by your ankle and had magnificent rhythm. He loved the honey dipped noises that came from you.

- Has effectively ruined the idea of ever having sexual encounters with anyone else (not that you would ever think about it but if anything ever happened between the two of you? It’s a life of nun hood for you.)

- After you were finished and cleaned up, you and him laid next to each other, smoked a cigarette and looked at each other with nothing but love.

- Playful wrestling was typically how you ended up making love. You either ended pinning him down or he would hold you back by the band of your bra, pushing him to be tempted to take it off of you.

- There was another popular reason that lead to sex. You were not oblivious to how the grunge girls looked at him like some sort of god. You weren’t typically the jealous type but just something about the very dedicated fans hit a nerve. grabbing his hand and leading him away.

- He was confused the first few times this happened, thinking you were mad at him but it clicked when you entered your hotel room. You simply took off your shirt and pants and Kurt got the hint.

- While Kurt didn’t get jealous of your male co stars, he would jokingly make fun of them to Dave and Krist. If they were staring at you or were trying to get that on screen romance to translate to real life, he would simply enter the conversation and mock them to their faces. He did it in a way that they really couldn’t do much without having to admit they were after a taken woman.

- He then would take you home. He would ask things like “Do you think he could do it like this?” I am better than him, right?” (This lead to neighbors being able to faintly hear you scream Kurt’s name)

- Kurt is the president of the thigh lover club. He kissed, bit and sucked hickeys on them.

- Kurt isn’t mean persae but he has a mean streak. He would hold off thrusting back into you if he wanted an answer from you, take a little too long to do things or his famous line that he gives if you say speed up. “You do it then.”

- You do it then = He would lay on his back and let you ride it out like a maniac with very little input from him.

- Most of the time, if neither you nor Kurt had the energy but the urge, you would simply rest yourself on his cock and stay until either you had to separate or one of you wanted to properly fuck the other.

- Due to his back problems (it’s what he blamed it on in the beginning before you told him that having preferences were important and his were respected), his favorite positions were ones where you were on top or were you both on your sides.

- ABSOLUTELY loses it when you look back at him while you are reverse cowgirling.

- When he was on top, he had to be looking at you. He wanted to see your expressions. The turned on haze your eyes made him cum almost instantly.

- You and him have had “funny” sex. Meaning you will try things you see in movies and pronos that you both know wouldn’t work between the two of you but would be funny to attempt (Mythbusters of Sex). Even if it completely failed, you both would laugh it off and go do something else like you riding Kurt for dear life.

- Since you were an actress, you had access to costumes and props. You would have sexy fashion shows. His personal favorite was the 70s go-go dancer get up, mainly due to the moves to match.

- There have been some absolute sexual blunders; You were slightly sticky which made you uncomfortable after he finished licking whipped cream off your tits and he nearly froze to death during the lead up shower sex. A sticky woman is an unhappy woman and a frozen man is an unmotivated man.

- When he would go off on tours, you would eventually get so horny that you would have to call him just to listen to his voice. When he figured out that you were touching yourself during these phone calls, his mean streak took hold. It was like a game: he would say the most perverted things to you and you would have to tell him when you came.

- You loved this game, which is why you kept calling.

- When he got back home though, it was your turn to play around. You acted completely oblivious to the call you made and this confused the man. He wasn’t a beggar but an only after a few hours of being home, he would be begging.

- You mercilessly teased him about it, sometimes throwing his word back at him.

- “Missed me? Poor baby.” “So turned on you don’t even know what to do?” “Tell me exactly how you want it.”

- Neither one of you were set in the dominant or submissive role, it depended on the mood.

- You would be the more submissive one if Kurt was gone for a long time or if Kurt seemed very happy.

- Kurt would be the more submissive one if you were mad at your job or if you were the more horny one.

- This man tries to seduce you in the serotypical ways (He read those romance books with the shirtless cowboy men on the covers) but it doesn’t work on you. But when he isn’t even trying, you’re looking at him like a sex god.

- One time, all he did was walk up behind you and massage your shoulders as you were venting about a particularly stressful day, the only difference to the million other shoulder rubs was the fact he leaned in and whispered in your ear. A few hours later, you were spent, half asleep and Kurt was laying there with a hundred yard stare and the post nut shivers.

- You have flashed him during a Nirvana show and he turned bright red and nearly forgot the words to the song.

- Poor Dave has walked in on you guys once. Was traumatizing and he couldn’t look you or Kurt in the eyes without turning red. (May or may not have was to teasing from the both of you like offering him the chance to join, asking if you both could make it as porn stars and asking if what design of tramp stamp you should get since he’d see it too)

- Suffice to say you and Kurt have a healthy and gratifying sex life.

[justcallmehappy]

“Rain”

(Step 2) Qiu Lin x gn!MC

Synopsis: Rain was always bittersweet to you. However, for Mx. Qiu Lin, it was the opposite. They find the rain calming, so why is it that Qiu and your opinions have switched today?

Word count: 1.3k

a/n: this was angstier than i meant it to be… also, i haven’t written in a bit so i’m pretty rusty. still, i hope you enjoy!

A song to listen to while reading:

•

Pitter patter, pitter patter.

Thump!

Your backpack drops onto the floor, utterly soaked. Of course, you are, too.

You made the mistake of not checking the weather to see if it would rain today. Since it was so sunny this morning, you simply assumed it would be nice and warm all day.

Oh, how wrong you were.

“Ugh…”

Still standing in the entryway, you peel your sweater off, scrunching your nose up at the sensation that never fails to make the hairs on your arms prickle.

Though it’s safe to say the weather isn’t the only thing that’s dampened your mood.

Tamarack caught a cold; another reason as to why you were in this predicament in the first place.

She always makes sure to check the weather.

The floorboards creak as you make your way up the stairs and into your room to get changed into something a little less soggy.

Normally you would shower, but your fingers itched to glide across the keys of your beloved piano.

Ah yes, your piano.

Qiu used to joke that you enjoyed the object’s company more than their own; that was a lie, of course.

When you moved into Golden Grove, your mother offered to sign you up for some extra curricular activities; that included piano.

Quickly, you fell in love with the instrument. It was sort of an escapism for you; a way to tell a beautiful story without having to say a word.

And so, you bound down the stairs, emitting a loud groan from creaky old things as you eagerly approach the beautiful baby grand.

A soft smile eases its way onto your lips as you stand in front of the sheek instrument. Gently, you run a finger over the shiny, black surface.

A thin layer of dust goes along with your finger as you pull away, but you pay it no mind as you turn to the strewn about pile of sheet music on top of the piano.

Shuffling through the papers, you find a song you’ve recently learned; all on your own, outside of private lessons.

You deem that its nostalgic sound is fitting for a day like today, and promptly pull out the piano bench your mother had bought from the antique store just for you.

You sit down on the familiar, worn mahogany cushion as you place the music onto the stand.

Your fingers hover over their starting positions as your eyes trace the familiar bars of music.

Then, you begin to play.

• • •

Qiu lets out a long sigh as they stare out their window, sprawled across their bed.

This is what they’ve been doing for the past fifteen minutes; just… lying there, watching the rain droplets fall.

There’s something about rainy days that’s always managed to calm Qiu’s restless mind. However, today is different.

They feel… off.

Unsettled.

Uncomfortable.

Why? Well, that’s the very same thing they’re mulling over right now.

“Tamarack’s sick; but that can’t be it…”

After all, the two aren’t friends anymore.

Qiu’s brows furrow at the thought and their mind drifts to someone they are friends with.

You.

You, still the kind and caring kid you’ve been since you first met on that fateful day a little over four years ago now.

Sometimes Qiu would feel guilty; their relationship with Tamarack surely put you in an awkward position, but you’d never shown any signs of discomfort, much less talked about it.

You’ve always managed to intercept and mediate any arguments they’ve had, though they’d be an idiot to miss the worried and tired undertones of your voice and expressions.

Of course, Tamarack never noticed.

Stupid Tamarack.

Qiu rolls over onto their back, fixing their gaze onto their off-white ceiling.

When they were little they used to beg their parents to put up little glow in the dark stars on the ceiling so it could look like they were staring at the sky as they fall asleep, but their parents refused, saying it would just wake them up more.

Qiu still didn’t understand their logic; the stars are relaxing, fake or not.

Suddenly, they sit up.

They’d reached a conclusion; they’d go over to your house. You’d know a way to entertain them, no matter how much you complained that you weren’t their jester.

Qiu’s legs swing over the side of their bed as they get up to retrieve their navy blue damp coat from the sad pile in the middle of the floor.

Zipping up their jacket, they quietly shuffle down their stairs and to where they left their shoes earlier.

Their father was busy on a meeting with a client and their mother was out on a grocery trip.

Not that they need permission to visit you.

The fluffy rim of their hood tickles them as they pull it up and open their front door.

Whoosh!

Their hood is immediately blown off and a cold, stinging sensation barrades their face.

They frown and wipe their cheeks of the relentless droplets that just pelted them.

Qiu suppresses a shiver as they once again pull up their hood, this time clutching it to their head.

A huff comes from their mouth, a white cloud of breath with it; it shouldn’t take this much effort just to see what their neighbor is doing, but it does.

That annoys them.

However, deep down, they know that you’d do the same for them if they ever called on you.

Which Qiu hasn’t. And Qiu won’t.

They trudge through the long, grueling two minute walk to your house. However, instead of going to the front door, they decide to go to the back, just to switch things up a little.

There’s already been so much change these past few months, why not sprinkle in a little more?

They groan as they realize just how much more suffering they’re putting themselves through just by that one harmless decision.

But it’d be worth it.

As they approach your back door, they’re about to knock until they hear a quiet melody from inside.

Their fist hovers over the damp, wooden door as a delicate set of notes float through the air.

The wind gently pushes Qiu’s hood down again but they pay it no mind, instead blankly staring at the door in front of them.

Their bottom lip snags between their teeth as they clench their fists.

Damn it. They really didn’t feel like getting emotional today.

Why was the melody so sad yet happy at the same time?

Before they knew it, rain drops weren’t the only thing rolling down their cheeks.

As the gentle song plays through the air, Qiu’s gaze lowers to the porch beneath them. Their previous fist, now a limp hand, rests at their side.

Now they know why they’re crying.

This song gave them a sense of familiarity; their uncertainty of their identity yet at the same time, complete security in their friendship with you.

…Friendship.

That’s all it is. At least, that’s what they keep telling themselves.

Qiu sniffles, wiping a tear.

Why can’t they just be honest with themself?

You’ve always been special to them; they knew that. But they didn’t know if it was a friend kind of special or a romantic kind of special.

“…No,”

They murmur softly.

“…Not yet.”

• • •

Your fingers rest on the keys as you play the final chord of the song, smiling quietly to yourself.

Something about this song reminds you of Qiu. You can’t quite put a finger on why, but you thought that if Qiu were a song, this would be them.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, a flash of navy blue passes by the window in a familiar shape.

Your brows furrow as your gaze shifts to the backdoor of your home. Slowly, you stand.

You make your way over to the door, gripping the handle. Gently, you pull the door open.

“…Qiu?”

However, only the heavy rainfall greets you back.

Pitter patter, pitter patter.

[qtubbo]

Your like one of the biggest q!Tubbo fans i know here so i thought you’d be a pretty good person to ask this, but what’s going on with q!Tubbo’s lore rn??? i sadly haven’t been able to keep up much 😭😭😭😭

I’ve heard some stuff abt this “Creation” guy???

(you don’t have to explain it if you don’t want to obviously!! /nf :] )

Sure! As some character background, Tubbo’s been fairly depressed and suicidal for a while now, often joking about death and purposefully putting himself in harms way. Recently, he started talking about how he had “2 Lives left” in the same way as the eggs, noting that he wanted to give one to Empanada but was unable to. Most people assumed he was being lighthearted, and it was just a silly challenge that he set for himself because it was phrased in a ridiculous manner, a player having egg lives? He was not joking, and restated multiple times it was for real, but it wasn’t to be believed till Richas killed him.

Sunny and Chayanne took the death very seriously, treating it as if Tubbo had died for good, even with Phil saying it was okay and he’ll just come back. Sunny ended up staying with Phil for the rest of the day because Chayanne had stood still at the body for 10 minutes, which was good comfort for her. Later that day, Creation showed up here to protect Sunny since their primary protector was now missing, and also seeking to put Tubbo back together. Some background of who Creation is might be need, Niki’s stream and our theories about Sunny’s secret friend.

Firstly, Niki had a stream ages ago where she and Empanada met Creation, originally assuming it to be some messed up version of Tubbo. Creation showed it could point people away, assumably to a pocket dimension the eggs consider this like a warm nap, and that it didn’t have a lot of understanding about emotions. Being very stressed out and aggressive till Niki calmed it down, through Niki it was revealed that Creation has a ranking systems for the eggs most prioritized to least, and was designed to protect them by Tubbo and that Tubbo can not know its out. If I can find the VOD or someone sends it to me I’ll link it here, since it’s just a good watch to get context.

Second, Sunny’s secret friend, as of late Sunny’s been talking about this friend of hers that Tubbo can not know any details about. Sunny was protected by this friend on her walk “alone” to Bad’s place, Sunny needs to get a plush to keep them happy, and they live in a secret trapdoor in Sunny's room. This was heavily implied, but not confirmed, to be Creation, meaning that even after the reset that managed to get back to server its purpose protect Sunny.

Okay back to today’s stream, Tubbo’s dead and Creation just appeared to keep Sunny safe since her Primary Protector had gone missing. Creation points Sunny away brings them back and reveals that she’s Rank 1 calling her that for the rest of the night. Creation then starts talking about Tubbo and how it will bring it back, that Tubbo just needs to be pretty much reuploaded but Creation needs Tubbo’s data. BUT then Creation drops another bombshell that Tubbo can not die because he’s always been dead, meaning that Tubbo’s likely been a robot-like creature this entire time.

Once Creation gets to Tubbo’s body it declares it can’t bring Tubbo back because he’s missing data, his purpose, Creation becomes enraged by this revealing that while he wants to hurt Richas for the data, its code forbids it from hurting an Egg. Creation tells everyone that Tubbo needs this golden computer part to be brought back, which does once again state that Tubbo’s a robot-like creature, but it’s also revealed only the federation can get this item.

Tubbo’s currently still dead, and Sunny & Chayanne aren’t doing too hot both feeling terrible about it. I assume this is what you wanted not the Morning Crew stuff but I can explain that to if needed.

[fandomxpreferences]

Just a Boy and His Ceramic Bird

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x female!reader

TW:none

Summary: You and Bradley share a special tradition.

Word Count:1.2k

The tradition started as something funny, a little inside joke between you and Bradley when you first moved in together. You bought the little porch goose at a thrift shop on a whim, mostly to get a laugh out of Bradley. 

But over the past couple of years, its become a staple of your home. Through several moves and a couple hurricanes when he was stationed in sunny Florida, the goose has stuck around. It's the first thing you pack and unpack when you relocate, along with all the fun outfits you've collected for it. 

No one ever really noticed it before, that is until he was stationed in San Diego permanently. As your house became the hot spot for get-togethers, the jabs from the team became more frequent. They always teased that having a statue of a goose wearing silly clothes is an old lady thing, and Bradley let it roll off in good nature. 

It became a running joke amongst the aviators, even resorting to them having a poll to see what it should be named. They landed on Tonka, some long-winded story behind how they came up with it. Apparently, they had gotten on the topic of geese honking, which led to Jake saying something about Honky Tonk, and thus Tonka was born. 

You and Bradley just refer to it lovingly as Goose. 

See, what the squad doesn't know is that the little ceramic animal earned a special place in Bradley's heart. It became a symbol of his father, an ever-present memorial to the dearly departed man. 

So you and Bradley keep it clean and change out its little costumes. You have everything from a fourth of July outfit to a flight suit, and swapping them out has become an act of closure. 

You notice Bradley tense under your arm when Jake makes another snide remark.

"I'm just saying that having a lawn statue designed for 80-year-old women is very on-brand for Rooster." He remarks, and your stomach lurches. 

Before your sweet boyfriend can say anything, you chime in.

"Actually, it's mine." 

That little statement is all it took for them to hone in on you, now the center of the relentless teasing. You don't mind one bit, though. It's a small price to pay for Bradley to enjoy his little secret in peace. 

That night after everyone leaves, Bradley pulls you into a tight hug. 

"Thank you. You didn't have to do that." 

You shake your head and place a gentle kiss just below his ear, the smell of sandalwood and cinnamon bringing you comfort. 

"I know I didn't have to. I wanted to. They don't need to know the truth, that's our little thing." 

Bradley doesn't know how he got so lucky. At first, he felt stupid about the whole thing, but from the very beginning, you were adamant that it wasn't as silly as he thought. You insisted that if it made him feel better and was important to him, it's important to you too. 

It was you who started the habit of fist bumping the figurine on your way in the door and blowing it a kiss when you leave. He knew then and there that you're the one. 

A few weeks go by, and as the anniversary of Goose's death approaches, you switch it into its little flight suit, complete with a helmet and nametag. 

It's not until Phoenix really looks at the outfit that the puzzle pieces come together. She has a secret meeting with the rest of the group and fills them in. 

The next time they're over, you and Bradley are entirely taken by surprise. She hands you a gift bag, and you take it hesitantly, unsure of the special occasion. The second you remove the tissue paper, tears coat your lash line. 

It's a little pair of aviators, and you look up at her as Bradley takes them from you. 

"Are you pregnant?" You ask, and horror covers her features. 

"Oh god, no. They're for Goose. I figured out why you keep that thing around when I remembered that it was his dad's callsign."

She laughs as you pull her into a tight embrace, and Bradley just stands there stunned. 

"Well, go put them on him!" She exclaims, giving you a light shove toward the front door. 

You slip them over the statue's eyes, and your heart melts. It's so perfect, and you know Bradley loves them. 

That evening he cries when he goes outside to look, overcome with raw emotion. It feels so trivial, yet he can feel his dad in the air around him. 

At Christmas, you're not surprised to receive some accessories for goose and let out a loud laugh at the Hawaiian shirt bob had made. 

What does surprise you is Jake's gift. Bradley opens the large box and halts when he sees what's inside. You peek over to see what it is, and your eyes shoot up to look at the blonde pilot. 

He looks sheepish as he rubs the base of his neck, and you wait for an explanation. 

"I know the one you have is kind of like having your dad around, so I figured it's only right you have your mom too. They should be together."

You jump to your feet and all but tackle the man in a hug, caught off guard by the sentiment. 

"Who knew Jake Seresin was such a thoughtful sap." You tease, but no one misses the slight sniffle as you sit back down next to Bradley. 

He mumbles out a small thanks before everyone resumes exchanging gifts. A little bit later, Jake gets another beer in the kitchen, and Bradley follows him. 

"Hey," He says, and Jake turns to look at him. 

"I just want to thank you properly. It sounds dumb, but having that little goose is like having a piece of my dad. Now having one for my mom too.." He trails off, and Jake claps him on the shoulder. 

"I get it, man. I'm glad you like it." 

Bradley shakes his head and exhales before continuing. 

"Really, Jake. It means the world. I can't tell you how special it is to me. I know we give each other a hard time, but you're a good guy."

Jake can tell Bradley is getting worked up and gives him a short hug before pulling back.

"Come on, bird boy. Can't have you getting soft on me." He teases, and Bradley laughs. 

Leave it to Jake to provide comedic relief during a heartfelt moment. 

The two of them return to the living room, and you give your boyfriend a knowing smile as he sits down. Your hand squeezes his, and he kisses your temple, a silent exchange of love and appreciation for each other. 

This is everything you could ever want, a found family laughing in your living room and your man by your side. It's just you and your little goose family against the world.

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[xxxdegenerate]

You're in need of something to write?!

I HAVE SOMETHING (if you want, that is)

Luffy. Ok? Luffy with an female reader who is nothing but kind, funny, gentle and an absolute sweetheart, like, she shares her food with him, joins in on play, is there for everyone, helping stuff-you get the Deal.

Everyone believes she can't get mad. Like they never seen her mad. That is until the Marines makes fun of her weak friends or laugh at them she can AND WILL take down an entire fleet of Marines, no matter how strong 🤣

HOLY SHIT okay bet 🥴 this will be interesting

Luffy X Reader

❥note ;; its late! but i really wanted to do this!

❥tw ;; reader will go ape shit, fighting, cursing. // not proofread

You were the nicest out of the straw hats. The kindest soul, never did anything to piss off anyone. You didn’t necessarily like to fight, but if it was needed it was needed.

You took care of everyone. Nami always joked about how you’re the ‘mother’ of the group. You were there to help in the kitchen with Sanji, or even Chopper on the clinic. You watered Nami’s tangerines whenever she was stressed about the other straw hats. Or running around with Usopp and his weird inventions. You get gist.

Although, particularly with Luffy. You were extra soft and patient. He was crazy in your eyes, but that didn’t stop him from melting your heart. You shared food with him, just to see his eyes light up and the corner of his mouth to turn upwards. Even when Sanji told him to stop sneaking food, you would secretly take some and give it to him later that day.

No one wanted to ever harm you, knowing if Luffy was pissed it would be the end for them. You went along with his shenanigans, being there for him whenever you could. Even though he didn’t show it often, he could get stressed. But a nice nap on the side of the boat in the sun together always fixed it!

Now, being BEYOND nice had its perks. But what if you snapped?

It was a warm day on the sunny. Everyone sat around in peaceful silence; despite Usopp, chopper, and Luffy running around. And Nami yelling at them to be quiet. It was peaceful.

Before a marine ship decided to pop up and ruin that.

You were in the middle of it all. Having a heated yelling battle with the marine captain was not fun. You were started to get heated at all of the insults that were said. And you don’t know why.

“You need to calm down lady! All of your friends are pirates! And so are you! Just a bunch of lowlifes.” The captain yelled over at you.

“Why don’t you shut your mouth!” You were attempting to cross over towards the other ship. Not having any devil fruit or any particular qualities, it was rather difficult.

“Your captain is a loser! A fake! He won’t get anywhere!” Luffy, occupied with another member did not hear this. You fumed. The rest of the crew were struggling. Usopp was running out of ideas, and Chopper was hiding behind Zoro.

“My captain happens to be the best out there!” Using your hands to cup over your mouth and shout back. Tears welting up in your eyes. You were frustrated.

“Wahh wahh little girl! That’s why he can’t even beat my strongest member! The whole crew is. nothing but weak!“ Noticing Luffy, who was just laughing and having fun, had no affect to this. So why did you care so damn much?

“What’s it to you? You don’t know any of us!” You glared at the man across from you, you wanted to just wipe that smug smirk off of his lips.

“Why don’t you come over here and do something about it?” Your heart was pumping. You climbed the ropes and landed on the opposite ship. “Y/n! Watch out!”

Luffy had called out to you. You whip your head around and see him toppled over by a marine guard. Oof that’s got to hurt.

You knew he was capable of taking care of himself so you turn back. You had someone to deal with.

You begin to trek towards the captain who held up his hands in a fighting position. Suddenly another marine came over and interrupted your fight. You bellowed. “Get off of me prick!” You punched the guy and he went skidding across the ship.

“So feisty. Are you mad I’m bullying your crew? Your weak weak friends.” You turned towards the guy. He was laughing. Oh how you wanted to slam his face into the floorboards. You run at him with all of your might. He dodged. “Ooiii! Y/n!” You heard from above.

You look up and see Luffy fly past you and into a wall. “See he can’t even do anything right.” The marine captain laughed in your face.

You snapped.

Something inside of you broke. Maybe it was from being nice all of the time, but you had so much hate in you. Your chest burned with rage. You ran at the captain, throwing the various marines that ran at you, overboard.

The other crew members watched in awe. They have never seen you this angry. Nor have they seen you ever really fight this hard. You caused explosions! Throwing whatever was in your way.

“Don’t. Say. That. About. Luffy.” You punched the captain repeatedly in the face. “Y/n!” A giggly voice said, pulling you out of the rage that consumed you.

“Luffy?” He smiled and waved at you. Distracting you.

The captain had picked you up and threw you overboard. You closed your eyes and braced for impact when you were suddenly pulled the opposite way.

“AHHH!”

You opened your eyes and noticed you were pulled against Luffys chest. He smiled widely at you as the two of you swung back towards your own ship. You wrapped your arms around him. “Luffy! I’m not finished!” You huffed. Trying to get out of his grip, not caring if you fall again.

He said nothing as you held on. He knew you were mad, he heard what was said, but didn’t think much of it, or why you even got so mad. “Luffy! Let me at that bitch of a man!!” Despite your protests he held on tight before setting you down next to Zoro, and going back to beat the rest up.

After the fight, you were still mad. You sat in the clinic in silence. Chopper took notice of this and decided to question. “You were very reckless out there today Y/n.” He started wrapping a bandage around your arm.

“Yeah.” You said coldly before softening after seeing Choppers face. “I just don’t want you guys to get hurt..or for people to say mean things..” Chopper hugged you tightly.

The door creaks open and Luffy walked in. Chopper excuses himself out seeing Luffys serious expression. Sitting next to you on the bed the two of you sat in silence before he suddenly embraced you. “Luffy?” Your face lit up with shock. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” You tried to look at him to inspect.

He grabs your shoulders, holding you still and looks into your eyes. You were scared, he never was this serious. He looked worried..?

“Luffy..?”

“Don’t. Don’t ever do that again. Don’t ever get hurt again.” Luffy didn’t know the feeling in his chest he felt earlier on. When he brought you towards Zoro. His whole chest pounded in a anxious fear. After speaking to Nami about it, he came to you right away.

“Please.”

You hugged him once again, wrapping your arms around his waist and shoving your face in his chest. “You need to be careful too. You may be super strong, but but you can still get hurt!” You scolded. “You can’t just make me worry! Everyone calls you weak and i don’t like that because you aren’t!”

He laughs, breaking you out of your rant. His smile is back. “I promise!” You knew he meant it. But you also knew that he wouldn’t be at the same time. He was reckless. That’s who he was. He would protect everyone. Including you.

[blingblong55]

Playdate - John Price

F!reader, angst, smut, MDNI, 18+

They say love is only for the brave. It is a dangerous trap to fall into and at this point, you wish he came with a warning sign. That's why it's best to just play the game and not try to rule it.

We're just playing hide-and-seek It's getting hard to breathe under the sheets with you I don't want to play no games I'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you

It all started as a one-night stand. Left just like that, you thought about that good night every now and then. I wish for just another night where all your fantasies and wildest dreams come to life. Then, one phone call from him turned it into what it is now. Sex and no feelings, that's the game.

Late-night calls turn into early-morning shame walks. As his body pleased yours in many ways, you always found yourself wanting more. You missed his kisses when he was gone, missed how he made you his, how his lips claimed you over and over, marking you with his scent, taste and love.

But all good or bad love must come to an end or carry extra worry and regret. As the days, weeks and months go by, you find yourself needing more. I want to spend dreary Mondays together, stay in bed on Sundays and go on dates some Wednesdays. Unfortunately, he does not. It is no lie or secret he sleeps with other women, you are just the toy he uses on Fridays or Saturdays.

You found yourself getting ready, asking him questions about his day but before you could properly ask, he would already be undressing or kissing you. At nights when you knew he was either sleeping with another woman or if he was away on a 'business trip' (deployment), you would find yourself caring for him more, hoping he'd make his flight to and from his trip safely. You would cry when you'd see couples walk hand in hand on sunny afternoons.

Why did you care so much for a man who barely gave you any actual love? Easy, his nature, the jokes and the way he would speak to you when alone were always what had you making excuses to drive to his place time after time. Maybe it isn't the smartest choice for someone who desperately is trying to leave this side spectrum but what can one do.

"Oh you are so wet for me, c'mon baby...cum for me...I know you want to." His voice is so low and so sexy. Tears run down as you become even more sensitive to touch, he wipes your tears away. "Shh, it's okay, just let it happen, you are so close...c'mon pretty girl." he cooed.

And there you were, 12 a.m., on the way to his house. The ideal bachelor place for a man like him. You slowly begged for more attention after that night. Sent him pictures in lingerie or nothing on. Videos would be exchanged throughout the week and that's how you thought he'd be giving you more of his time. But, love is for fools and Johnathan Price is no fool. A man like him knows no word like love.

A/N: I know its short, but I mean...its good right?

[voidszoro]

-> Just a Bit Jealous

characters: zoro (one piece), reader insert

warnings: sfw, lil angst, lil fluff

wc: 1,579

(reblogs welcomed)

You laughed at your crew mate, Sanji's, joke whilst you both worked together to clean the dishes. The rest of the crew eventually making their way out of the kitchen after dinner and back to their own tasks. Sanji washed the plates and silverware and you dried them, forming a small assembly line.

"And he just stormed out of the kitchen?!" You laugh in between your sentence.

"Yep," Sanji replies, laughing as well. "He was pretty worked up over my dish being far better than his." Sanji rarely ever told stories about his time at the Baratie or even his life before the restaurant, but whenever you would offer him help with cleaning up he would tell funny little stories just to hear you laugh.

After all the dishes were properly cleaned and put away you decided to get some fresh air on the deck and see what the rest of the crew was doing. The first thing you spotted was Chopper, Usopp, and Brook making faces at one another and sticking chopsticks up their noses. Typical. Luffy, the beloved captain of the Strawhat Pirates, was right where he usually was this time of day: lying on the head of the Sunny. Nami was probably in her workroom mapping out the island we just departed from this morning. Robin, reading in the library, and Franky was most likely in his shop tinkering with new gadgets for the Sunny. Everyone had their own routine and things they liked to do.

The breeze was slow and cool tonight and you could hear the sounds of the sails waving as they guided the ship onwards to our next destination. Looking up at the sky you see the warm colors mixed in the clouds as the sun performs its final act of the day before the moon takes its place. It's arguably the most beautiful time of day, and definitely your favorite. Your attention diverts to the crows nest above the ship and your mind wonders to a certain swordsman.

You and the moss-headed pirate were always close, you both being very strong members of the crew. While he was a swordsman, you were shinobi. These two groups don't typically work together, but on the battlefield you and Zoro maintain an incredible synergy and there is no denying that you both enjoy fighting together. You keep each other safe. Off the battlefield you two occasionally train together during the day and he's usually the person you go to if you have something really deep to get off your chest. You could say you two are the closest out of all the other crew members.

You subconsciously climb to the top of the crows nest and let yourself in through the hatch. Zoro is staring out the window, bottle of sake in his hand. You weren't sneaking in so he senses your presence immediately, taking a long drink.

"Thought you would be hanging out with that shitty cook still?" He wipes off the sake that dribbled on his chin.

"Was just helping him with the dishes is all," you say. The room stays silent as you sit on the couch near Zoro.

The man sips his drinks a few more times before he mutters, "sure." Your brows furrow.

"Zoro, is something bothering you?" He sets the bottle down.

"You know he's just trying to get in your pants." Zoro's always had beef with the cook, but this was a little out of pocket and out of character for him to say.

"What?" You look at him but his attention never wavers from the window. "What are you talking about?"

"Curly brows. He's flirting with you. The way he always looks at you. I could hear you two laughing."

"What does Sanji telling a funny story have to do with him wanting to 'be in my pants'," you retort. "And we all know Sanji's a flirt, what's the big deal? It's not like it means anything." Zoro doesn't speak up, only picks his bottle back up to finish it off. He then opens the hatch and heads down the ladder. "Zoro! Hey, where are you going?" He reached the deck floor and all you can do is watch as he walks into the hall, hand running through his mossy hair.

It wasn't your turn on watch tonight so you opted to stay in your room for the remainder of the night. It had gotten pretty late and you couldn't fall asleep at all, your brain replaying the interaction with Zoro earlier that night. The two of you never get into any sort of argument with each other, the two of you get along very well, so tonight was very strange and it left you feeling really upset. Especially with the words he said. With every hour that passed by of you laying in your bed, not able to sleep, you got more and more restless and agitated. 'What did he mean by all of that.' Eventually, your stomach growled and you decided it would be best to step outside for a snack and some fresh air.

The kitchen was dark as you quietly navigated through the room. Your skills as a shinobi were not only useful for battle, but when you needed to sneak in and grab a snack without alerting the rest of the crew all the training really pays off. You had just put the code into the refrigerator lock when the lights flicked on.

"Luffy you know-" in the doorway stood the tall swordsman, a tired expression coating his face. "Y/n, what are you doing here?"

"Please don't tell Sanji," your voice staying quiet as if you were still trying not to get caught. "I just got hungry and wanted a snack!"

"Oh, okay." And with that he flicks the lights back off and leaves the room with a silent shut of the door. You reach into the fridge and grab something small to eat and make your way to the deck.

Staring out into the water you wonder what type of island you'll be landing on next. The weather hasn't changed yet to hint at whether it's a winter or summer island yet, but you're hoping it's somewhere warm and inviting. Perhaps with a village and some places to shop for new clothes. Nami has been wanting to take you shopping for some new "cuter" outfits. Your thoughts are interrupted by a presence to your right, leaning off the rails and mirroring the way you admire the sea.

"You're up late," you don't need to turn to know it's Zoro leaning next to you.

"Couldn't sleep. Wanted a snack and some fresh air." You could feel the tension in the air as the two of you stayed silent. The minutes go by as you both just stare into darkness of the water. It's Zoro who is the first to break the silence.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier. In the crows nest, I mean." His apology takes you by surprise, Zoro not having a record of saying 'sorry'.

"What did you mean by all of that? You know Sanji and I are just friends."

"He just gets so close to you," he says. You feel him stiffen and you start to realize what he's saying.

"It bothers you?"

"Yea, it does," he whispers. You are still facing him when he turns to looks at you, a pink flush barely visible on his face. Zoro, a man who can cut through almost any beast, is blushing because of you? Your eyes both linger on each others faces for another moment before Zoro quickly turns away, embarrassed. Lifting your hand, you reach out to place it on his shoulder. No words needed to be exchanged, you both were used to understanding each other without a single sound. He stiffened under your touch for a moment but quickly relaxed, feeling comforted by your hand.

"I don't like him, if that's what you're so worked up about." A small laugh escapes your lips. It catches his attention enough to where he turns back to face you.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I don't mean to get so jealous," he says in almost a whisper. "It's just..." You move your hand down to his own and your fingers interlock. "I really like you." The smile in your face feels as if it could spread through your whole body. Never in a thousand years would you picture yourself standing on the deck holding hands with Roronoa Zoro, soon to be greatest swordsman in the world, as he confesses his feelings for you.

And never in a thousand years would you think you would say, "I really like you too," because, while the man was on your mind quite frequently, you never realized the reason why he was on your mind. You always admired his strength and his loyalty. You always found him quite attractive, sneaking glances at him from time to time without his notice. And you always enjoyed his presence around, even if you had absolutely nothing to do. As long as you were by his side, you were happy.

So when the words fell right out of your mouth and you found yourself being pulled in close by the marimo, you did nothing to stop him because you've realized that this is what you've wanted the whole time. And as he leans down to kiss your lips ever so passionately, you kiss him back.

[messers-moony]

Lukewarm Coffee | T.D

Pairing: Tim Drake X Fem!Reader

Summary: All Tim wants is a breath of fresh air, and after seventeen years, he gets one.

Word Count: 1.0K

He felt like a lukewarm cup of coffee. 

It wasn’t quite hot enough to be enjoyable, but it wasn’t cold enough either. His planner sat open on the table in front of him. Notes were scattered throughout the little box on the left. Things were written over other scribbles, and each day had a plethora of words within the small boxes. They really need to make these little things bigger for people with a lot of shit to do. 

Tim sighed. His pen in his hand had somehow been taken apart. He figured he must have done it without paying attention. There was black ink all over the wooden table, and he grabbed a napkin to hide the mess he had created. All the napkin did was smear it even further. It was a lost cause. He grabbed another pen from his bag and put it carefully next to the spiral agenda.

The window was nice, in any case. It was a rare sunny day in Gotham, and its light was coming through the window onto Tim’s lap. He was always cold, so it felt nice against his black pants. It brightened up his already pale complexion and made his features seem sharper than they were. His pen tapped against the book, and his teeth caught his lower lip. It had taken him no time to leave the Manor today. 

He felt guilty. Granted, he always felt guilty, but more so, especially after last night’s fight. He didn’t know where he had gone wrong. Tim had tried so hard to be the big brother that Dick always was to him, that Jason was to him now. Damian never budged. It was the degrading comments, pretending he wasn’t there, constantly trying to compete with him.  Finally, Tim had said something, and everything had just unraveled. The ball of twine was finally in a heap of string on the floor. 

Bruce had given Tim that disappointing look, and that was all it had taken. Everything was his fault, and he knew that, but he didn’t understand. So Tim took all his belongings and placed them in a backpack except his laptop, which he worked on until morning. When the clock hit seven, he got dressed, grabbed his bag, and promptly left the Manor without another word. 

There was a nice coffee shop near Wayne Enterprises that he had always wanted to try. Tim opened the door to hear a little ding and found a booth in the furthest corner of the shop. Before heading in that direction, he asked and paid for a black coffee with two extra espresso shots. The girl smiled and complied. He placed his bag on his right, closest to the window, and unpacked all his belongings. His coffee sat on his right, with steam flowing from the cup into the air. 

He looked down at the clock to see he had been sitting there for three hours. His computer screen had Microsoft Word pulled up with case notes from suspicious activity near Crime Alley that Jason had asked him to look into. Jason was concerned that kids were being taken from the streets and used for something. Tim was about to continue when a girl slid into the seat in front of him. 

“Hello,” She seemed shy, “I’m here with my friends, and they dared me to come speak to you.”

Tim almost snorted because, of course, he was always on the brunt of a joke, “Well, you’ve spoken to me, so.”

“That came off wrong. I’m sorry.” She apologized, and Tim tilted his head slightly, “I thought you were cute, and I didn’t have the nerve to come up to you without some form of peer pressure.”

“Oh,” He felt the blush creeping up his cheeks, “I’m- I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to be rude then. I’ve just had a rough night.”

She chuckled, “I can tell. You have ink all over your hand, cheek, and jaw.”

Tim felt himself smile, “What’s your name?”

“Y/n. And yours?”

“Tim.” 

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Tim.”

The blush crept further up his neck, “You too, Y/n.”

He didn’t know what to say. He had never really been in this position before. It was always girls coming up to Dick or Jason. They had always seemed to know what to say and how to act, but all Tim felt was nervousness about doing or saying something wrong. He didn’t want to scare her away. She seemed kind, and her body language was open, which meant that maybe she actually had some interest in him. Her eyes seemed interested, and she didn’t look scared and-

A hand was on his cheek, and something wet was on his other cheek. Tim snapped back into reality to see her leaning over the table. One hand was cupping his cheek, and the other had a wipe of some kind, slowly taking the black smudges off his cheek. His cheeks and ears burned bright red. He was able to better examine her from here. Y/n’s eyes were kind, and her lips were tilted in a subtle smile. 

She pulled back too soon for Tim’s liking. She showed him the now grey-looking wipe, “Sorry, it was driving me crazy. I hope I didn’t cross any boundaries.”

“No- No!” Tim stuttered, “You didn’t. Um, thank you.”

Y/n smiled, and it made him feel at home. For once, he didn’t feel overwhelming stress on his shoulders. He didn’t think about Damian hating him, Bruce’s disappointed look, Jason’s glare whenever he thought Tim wasn’t looking, or Dick’s look of pity that he felt he could hide. For once, all he saw was kindness, interest, and admiration. It was a breath of fresh air, and he never intended to let it go. 

“Would your friends mind if you ditched them?” 

“If they did, why would that matter?” She had a look of mischief on her face, “They’re the ones who did this. Plus, I’d much rather sit here with you than them.”

He smiled, “I’ll go buy you a coffee.”

Tim slid out of the booth as she recited her coffee order—an order he would never forget again. 

[minisugakoobies]

Sunny! I’d like to request #5 on the dirty texts with anyone - smutty dealers choice!

Ooooh, dealers choice?? Hmmm… I gotta go Yoongi on this one, I have not (and will never) recovered from the D Day tour. 😵‍💫

This was supposed to be a drabble but it's well over 1k so… sorry about that!! 💕

Title: Out of the Bag Now Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: friends to lovers?, a bit cracky, smut, Coworkers!AU Rating: M(18+) Warnings: accidentally dirty texts, misunderstandings, mutual pining, masturbation (m), almost turns into phone sex, reader is flustered af (in the best way!), ends on a cute note, prompt is highlighted in bold

You: Okay, so we have everything ready for the presentation tomorrow?

Yoongi: Yeah, we're good to go

Yoongi: Nothing to worry about, so try to get a good night's sleep

Yoongi: I know you didn't sleep before March's shareholder meeting

Glancing at the last text message, you sigh wistfully.

For over a year now, you've been madly in love with your coworker, Min Yoongi. Ok, love might be stretching it a bit. You're wildly in lust with the man.

He's everything you've ever wanted in a partner - cool, calm, collected, clever as fuck with an acerbic wit that always makes you laugh (while praying that you'll never been on the receiving end of its sharp sting). Plus, he's absolutely gorgeous, the kind of guy that people would use an example of "have you ever seen a man so beautiful you cried?"

Or maybe that's just you.

But he is strikingly handsome, and makes your knees go weak when he favors you with one of his rare smiles. They usually come out when he's being sweet to you. Like when he's making sure you're getting enough sleep.

So yeah, you're head over heels for him. If only you had the guts to do anything about it.

You: I'll try

You: But you too! No late night movie marathons again, Yoongi

You: Boss's orders

That's just a dumb joke between the two of you. You're colleagues, on the same level, but Yoongi had insisted that you take the lead on this project, since you had more familiarity with the product than he did. Another check in the "pros" column - he's a man who supports his other colleagues and isn't afraid to take orders.

Yoongi: Yes boss

Yoongi: You can't see it but I'm saluting you right now

He sends a few emojis through and you giggle. For the last few weeks, the two of you have been texting back and forth after hours. It's mostly shop talk, but lately the conversations have dragged on and on, drifting into the late night hours. As this one has. You've already finished your nightly skincare and have moved on to your dental routine.

Yoongi: Seriously though, try not to stress about tomorrow

You: Honestly, I'm not! I'm feeling pretty confident about this

Yoongi: Good. Then you can just relax tonight

You: That's the plan

You balance your phone in one hand while using your electric toothbrush with the other. Yoongi cracks a joke, and your response is a little mangled by your sole thumb's lack of dexterity.

You: Sorry abour any typos

You: I'm like typing with one hand

Three grey dots dance across your screen for a few seconds.

Yoongi: Oh shit, you're REALLY relaxing. I didn't realize it was that type of conversation

You spit into the sink, brow furrowing as you reread his message. What does he mean by that?

Then you scroll up and nearly scream. "I'm like typing with one hand"?? Oh my god, why the fuck did you say that to him? He doesn't know that you meant you were brushing your teeth!

Frantically, you start typing out a response, erasing and starting over a few times, trying to figure out the best way to say "hey no I'm a dumbass who was just brushing my teeth and not touching myself to you" even though the fact is that you have touched yourself while thinking about him, several times actually, but that's neither here or there -

and then a new message appears.

Yoongi: Hold on, let me catch up

Excuse me??

Your phone buzzes with an incoming call and you nearly throw it into the sink in shock when you see that it's Yoongi calling. It takes a few seconds for the command to answer the call to get from your brain to your finger.

"Yoongi?"

A happy sigh greets you. "Fuck, that's better. Wanted to hear your voice."

The floor seems like the safest place to be right now, so you collapse onto it, leaning back against the cabinets under the sink.

"You did?"

"Oh yeah. You've got such a pretty voice, YN. Bet it sounds even sweeter when you're coming," Yoongi rumbles, that's the only word for it, he rumbles in that deep-ass voice of his, and you slide until you're just lying on your back, staring up at the bathroom ceiling, waiting for death to claim you, because how the fuck are you supposed to go on living after this?

"I - um - thank you?"

Yoongi laughs, but there's a slight hiccup in it, and it dawns on you what he's doing right now while he's talking to you. He's catching up. Images flood your brain - Yoongi lying on a couch, or maybe on a bed, hand tucked into his pants, fingers wrapped around a hard cock - and you choke on your own saliva.

"You ok?"

"Yeah! Yes. I'm fine, thank you."

He chuckles again, and it's physically impossible but you swear you can feel the vibrations through the phone. "You sure? You sound a little flustered."

"Oh, I'm sorry." What the fuck are you supposed to be saying to him right now? You're pretty sure it's not apologizing, but that's what you do anyway.

"Don't be. It's really cute."

Well thank fuck for that.

"Yoongi," you steady yourself with a deep breath, "what I said earlier… I didn't mean I was touching myself."

Silence. A lot of silence. It's a relief when he speaks again, but it fades quickly as you catch the disappointment in his voice.

"Oh shit, really? I - fuck." Now who's flustered? "What - what were you doing?"

"Brushing my teeth."

"Oh. Huh." He sighs, sounding deflated. "Guess I just jumped to a conclusion that I… wanted."

"Oh," you echo. "That's…" Incredible? Unbelievable? The best thing you've heard since you were born?

"Listen, YN, I'm so sorry. This whole thing was just - fuck, just really inappropriate, and if I've made you feel uncomfortable, I'm truly sor-"

Sitting up, you wave your arm to stop him. As if he can see you right now. "No, no! Yoongi. Wait. It's not like that. I wasn't doing anything right now but… but I have."

More silence. You bite your lip as you wait for him to catch up, for real this time.

"You mean…"

"I mean, I've t-touched myself while thinking about you. Before." Clearing your throat, you cover your eyes with your free hand, hiding your face from an invisible audience. Somehow, it emboldens you to keep talking. "A lot, actually."

He exhales shakily. "Really?"

"Yeah. Yeah, really." Uncovering your face, you stand, propping yourself up against the counter as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Is that really you having this discussion right now? You start to laugh.

"I don't think I'm getting the joke," Yoongi says slowly.

"Holy shit, this is just so surreal, Yoongi," you inform him. "I never in a million years thought I'd be admitting that I - Jesus, that I masturbate to thoughts of you! Not over the phone like this. Maybe after like-"

"A date?"

You huff out another laugh. "After a dozen, maybe. This is… I'm extremely out of my depth here."

"Well, if it makes you feel better, I think you're doing a great job." He's laughing now, too, and it makes you grin so wide your cheeks actually hurt. "How about this - you let me take you on a date tomorrow night, to celebrate our successful presentation, and maybe by the end of the night, we'll know where we stand on the timeline for surprising confessions?"

"Okay. Yeah. Yes." You close your mouth to prevent yourself from continuously accepting his offer.

"Great. Then… I'll see you tomorrow." His voice drops to a soft whisper. "Sweet dreams, YN."

"Good night, Yoongi."

Okay, so you may have lied to him. Because there's no way you're getting any sleep tonight.

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[writingforatwistedworld]

Hello (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) can I request self aware au with a player that has a photographic memory basically remembering anything such as what was in their friends meal last month so when a character says " oh I hate this and that" player just goes " oh I know you mentioned that a few months ago " character is just somewhat shocked cause that was just something they mentioned in passing and so they start thinking they must be worth something to their grace if they can remember such small details about them ! But then they realize they are not the only person their grace has blessed with a small amount of their memory and somehow everywhere they look its all red

With Lilia, malleus, and jade

I'm sorry if I'm being too specific ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Thank you and have a great week (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, death, religion, blood, obsession, possessiveness

Jade Leech/Malleus Draconia/Lilia Vanrouge-Player who has a photographic memory

With a dorm leader like Azul having this kind of memory would be like living the dream

Never forgetting something the businessman said, not having to worry too much about forgetting something.... you get what I mean, right?

But I also don't think that he would be too surprised if he found out you have that kind of memory

After all, some places see you even as a God so he was ready for everything when you appeared in their world

But here we are, Jade having tears in his eyes whilst you hold out a very hard to come by mushroom

This is one of the few moments the eel would be lost for words

“Wh-Ho-What?” “You mentioned you had never seen it and wanted to.” “O-oh... really”

Now, don't mistake this for him not being thankful but this is the first time someone has ever remembered such a minor detail about him that he mentioned once

And that one time he was frustrated about that customer and mumbled “God I wish I could @$&%+# them” to himself thinking that no one was listening to you said months later “Yeah, they made you pretty angry back then”

This hat stand is impressed, ok?

Now imagine, this danger noodle overhears a conversation between you and another student, you also mentioned a detail they said months ago

As I said, he went full “I expect everything from you” since the beginning

But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt

So what does he do? Let you spend time with your other friends? Making even more fond memories with them?

Haha good joke, good joke but no. You know, I saw you spending an awful lot of time with Jade these few weeks. What about the other? Ok...

If he folks your memory only with moments he is present that would also mean that he is always present in some way in your life, even when he is not there. Oh that one time that Heartslabyul student got close to you and the next day he brewed something with that poisonous mushroom, that student never seen again alive? What a funny coincidence. Don't think too much about it.

Here we have a fire spitting lizard who has been raised upon the logic that you, yes you, are a God

So what higer honor is there than to be remembered by your grace?

And since we are not on Twitch I can say this here: SIMP

So, it was a sunny day, the birds were chirping and a certain future ruler is screaming into his pillow

Oh why that last part? Well you just told him that you always listened to him when he was going on and on about gargoyles and even listed a huge chunk of facts

This is his living dream! The Overseer is thinking high enough about him to remember details that he mentioned

Sebek always talking about him isn’t helping either

Now you are a walking encyclopedia about our dear Fae over here

And believe me, that is not the best thing considering that our fellow immortal over there already has an inflated, although pretty unnoticed, ego

And now he finds out that he is not special to you, that you remember so much about everyone

He should have known better, should have expected that such a higher being like you would not see anybody in a special light

But then, why does it hurt so much?

Why does it feel like he wants everybody to disappears so that only he can leave an impression on your memories?

Now, of course he isn’t allowed to do that, and you would hate him, but that doesn’t mean he can’t limit your contact to the outside world

Don’t worry about getting sleepy all of sudden

He just wants you only to have memories of him and what better way to make sure no one interferes than making your dream of only him?

Now what could go wrong with such a fine general who is so kind to worship you to bits?

Actually, a lot

Lilia thinks, if we are being honest, very highly of himself, having aged like fine wine and all of that

But even fine wine isn't always to everyone's taste (and I think that this one is one of those)

So here we are, giving our most favorite Fae version of pressed aged grape juice a game he has been thinking of getting

The fact that you bought the limited edition doesn't make it any better

You see, Lilia would even worship the ground you walk on even if you were to hate him with a passion that rivals thousands of suns

And now you are even remembering he once mumbled whilst passing by

“Oh Overseer! This humble servant of yours is always at your service, with or without a present from you!” “Ok Lilia... you can stand up now...”

But let's not dwell too long on the happy parts of this (this is a yandere au after all)

One day he was just walking down the Hallway, his day being wonderful...

And then he choose war

Why? Well he noticed that you remembered exactly as much about the others when you said to an Octavinelle student that they mentioned that months ago, a privilege he thought only he had

Will he rip them in two in front of your eyes? No

He isn't uncultured and leads you out of the room, then the ripping can start

And boy must he be having fun because all you hear is his laughter

After that it's safe to say that no one other than him and his little family approach you

So why not make fond memories with them? And only them. Wouldn't want to make Lilia being a bit too much like his younger self again, right?