#its so stupid!!! i genuinely feel so much relief!! what is that??

[kissingwookiees]

hate when my mom and therapists are right and i feel better every time i barf existential dread and what not all over a page

[itsjustrosee]

Alright because of all the support on my last post with Stiles, I figured I should write another 😚👍

Worried Sick Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

Context: established relationship, Stiles comes to visit you when you don't show up to school

Warnings: none, just fluff

Wordcount: 1.1k

You had been in your room curled up in bed, tangled in blankets and stuffed animals all while you were supposed to be at school.

You had just gotten your period and your cramps left you nothing short of bedridden and on the verge of throwing up all day. You were experiencing womanhood at its absolute finest, to say the least.

Suddenly, the door to your room swung open, and a very confused and distressed Stiles entered your room. His expression softened once he saw you weren't dead or bleeding out, and a wave of relief seemed to wash over him.

"Not using the window to get in anymore?" You asked jokingly, rolling to your side to face Stiles who had now set down his bag and kneeled at the side of your bed. Being Scott's twin, you and Stiles needed to keep your relationship a secret. That's why when it came to hanging out, Stiles would always come in through your window rather than your front door so the both of you wouldn't get caught.

"Well, you gave me a key to your house for a reason right? Also going in through the window would've taken me too long," Stiles explains, his expression still slightly filled with worry as he placed one of his hands on your bed while the other tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"What were you in such a rush for?" You ask with a chuckle in reaction to Stiles's seriousness, snaking your hand out of your covers and placing it on top of his.

"Well you didn't show up to school and I was worried," He explains, his expression soft and genuine. "I thought something bad might've happened," He says quietly and slowly.

For any other boyfriend, his girlfriend not showing up to school shouldn't cause them this much stress, but considering all the supernatural shit Stiles has somehow managed to get involved in, he couldn't help but worry himself to death.

"I'm okay Stiles, really I am," You say, reassuring him, "Just on my period that's all," You explain, trying to manage a smile but your stomach felt like it was being turned inside out, so it probably came out as more slightly disturbing than comforting.

"Ok good, I thought it could've had something to do with that. Which is why-" Stiles says, relieved, as he gets up and grabs his bag before sitting down next to you on the bed. "I have come prepared," He continues with a goofy smirk plastered on that stupidly cute face of his.

You sit up lazily as Stiles begins to show you what he bought. He whips out a plastic bag from inside of his backpack with items ranging from Tylonal, Advil, and Mydol, (which you immediately snatched and swallowed), all the way to chocolates and a heated stuffed animal.

"I got confused when I saw all the... feminine products, so- um-" He explains while taking out yet another plastic shopping bag from his backpack to reveal at least ten different boxes of tampons and pads.

You pause and stare at the ginormous haul of items that Stiles has bought you and you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

You appreciated Stiles and his caring towards you more than anything, especially in moments like these. He always knew the right things to do and the right things to say, and you loved him for it.

Stiles, however, didn't take your silence in the right way. "I'm sorry- it's stupid I know, I bought way too much. I bet I still have the receipt somewhere, maybe I can still return it-" He asked, sadness and disappointment slowly creeping into his voice.

"No!" You reply quickly. "Don't return it, and none of this is stupid," You confirm before sighing for a moment. "Stiles, this is literally like the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me," You explain, turning to look at him while you say it, a smile slowly forming on your face as you do so.

"Really?" Stiles questions, his embarrassed expression being replaced by one of relief and pride.

"Really," You say while scooting over in your bed and patting the space next to you, beckoning him to join you.

Stiles lays down next to you, and you gladly roll over and climb on top of him, resting your head by the crook of his neck as you wrap your arms around him. The heat radiated off of his body as you listened to his heartbeat and the slow movements of his chest going up and down.

Stiles brought the covers over you and kissed your head before speaking once more, "You don't want to use the stuffed animal I gave you?" He asks with a chuckle as he wraps his arms around you, his thumb rubbing soft circles into your back.

"Nope, I think you'll do just fine," You say as you lift your head to look up at him.

Stiles takes this moment to lean down and kiss you gently. He kissed and held you as if you were the most fragile thing in the world. As if with one wrong move you'd shatter into a million pieces, so he treated you with such care, holding you softly and closely to make sure you didn't.

Though the kiss only lasted a few moments, it made you forget all about the pain you felt in your abdomen and replaced it with butterflies. He definitely had a way of making you feel safe and comfortable whenever you were around him.

Once he pulled away, he looked at you with hearts in his eyes, "You're so beautiful, you know that right baby?" He said, his voice so faint that it practically made your heart beat out of your chest. He removed one of his hands from your back and placed it on your cheek and you immediately melted into his touch.

You could only let out a satisfied hum in response, you were too lost in his features to bother replying coherently.

Stiles let out a low chuckle as he kissed your forehead, his hand moving from your cheek to the back of your head, stroking your hair as he did so.

"Get some sleep okay?" He said while wrapping his arm just a bit tighter around you, "I'll be right here if you need anything," He said softly.

"I know," You say, your words muffled slightly as you rest your head in the crook of his neck, "You're not goin' anywhere," You say with a smile as you place a quick kiss on his neck.

"Didn't plan on it," Stiles mumbles, about to fall asleep even before you do. But as your meds kick in, you can't help but slowly drift off to sleep as well.

Okay, I'm having WAYYYYYY too much fun writing these I'm sorry 😭

I finished majority of my finals so I'm going to be much more active again so keep sending in requests! I'm continuing to work on them

Also, I cannot thank you guys enough for all of the compliments and praise I've received on my last post with Stiles, it was literally so sweet of you guys. My inbox was literally filled with people praising my writing and y'all have no idea how happy that made me, like literally my heart almost burst.

[jolyfics]

This is my first time requesting something uggghh I'm nervous.

Anyways, I think it would be so cute if your wrote how the jojos would confess to their crushes!

i love the way you write so ik you'll do them justice

𝙞 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝘫𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: how the jojos confess

notes: THIS TOOK SO LONG MY HAND FELL ASLEEP 😭😭 but really i hope you enjoy it!! i swear i wasn’t being that lazy over easter break

jonathan joestar

i feel like jonathan is the most romantic out of all the jojos

he’d definitely bring you some place nice

like a tree on a hill during sunset

he’d also make it a picnic

after you two talk for a good bit is when he’d speak up

if you agree to his confession he’d let out a sigh of relief, as well as a big grin

6pm, he told you to meet you by the tree where you usually hang out, you adored that tree, it was rural. once you arrived you noticed he was there before you, sitting underneath the tree with a cute little picnic basket beside him. you sat down to his left, he took out some sandwiches you assumed he made and the two of you began eating, quickly falling into your usual banter.

after awhile, he cleared his throat, causing you to look up at him with confusion. “i.. have something i wish to tell you.” he spoke up, he sounded nervous, you had never heard him sound like that before. you perked up, signalling for him to continue. “i have feelings for you, (name). and i hope you’d accept them” you could feel your cheeks heat up, which caused his to do the same.

you nodded, “i do, jojo!” he grinned, a sigh escaping him as relief washed over his entire body. he placed his hand atop of yours, as you both gave eachother an adoring look

joseph joestar

joseph’s a smartass

it definitely starts with him teasing you

then when you ask him why he likes teasing you specifically is when he shuts up

he admits it quite casually

like its nothing

leaving you quite flustered

“c’mon, cutie! give me a smile!” he smirked, he adored the way your eyebrows looked as they furrowed when he spoke. he loved the way your face turned the slightest shade of red and how you tried to hide how he actually got a reaction out of you. he loved it all. “shut up, jojo!” you scoffed, trying to hide the blush that crept up onto your face

“why do you always tease me? why not suzie q?!” you spoke up, you weren’t angry, just genuinely confused. did he like seeing you so angry? he then playfully rolled his eyes. “because i love seeing that look on your face! i mean, who wouldn’t? you’re gorgeous yknow?” you scoffed once more before crossing your arms

“it’s because i love you, (name)! and i know you can’t resist me” he grinned, his usual stupid grin. you looked back over at him. it seemed he was waiting for you to say something to him, instead you placed a small kiss on his cheek. that seemed to finally shut him up

jotaro kujo

it honestly depends on which jotaro

part 3 jotaro isn’t the kinda guy to confess his feelings to you

he’d just hope and pray you had that confidence to speak up first

if you don’t though, and the feeling is getting too much for him to handle he’d trap you in a hotel room and force you to listen to him

very rare to hear more than a few words with him, let alone hear what he FEELS

you sat on the hotel bed, reading a cheap magazine you found in one of the drawers in the bedside table. you were sharing a room with jotaro, you only really shared with him or kakyoin, since you three were the only teenagers with the group. jotaro had just gotten back from being in the bathroom, he sat on the bed to your right.

“(name).” he spoke, his voice soft, yet still with the usual firmness that usually has a grasp over him. you looked over to him, closing the magazine over and placing it beside you on the bed. “yes, jotaro?” he paused, the air seemed different. not the usual feeling you had while rooming with him.

“you’re.. not awful.” his voice was now that of a mumble, as he used the brim of his hat to cover his face. at first you were confused, until it hit you, he was trying to tell you how he felt about you. he just couldn’t get the right words out of his mouth

josuke higashikata (4)

josukes confession is probably the most fun out of them all.

i feel like he’d take you somewhere fun like bowling

you’d be kicking his ass at it

and once you finished up your game and we’re walking home

thats when he’d tell you

and if its cold he might even lend you his coat

you shivered as the two of you walked home after a long day of bowling. you two played about 4 rounds, you won 3/4 of those games, which you were quite proud of. you felt something heavy land across your shoulders, you looked down. josukes coat? you then turned your gaze to him, he seemed to be looking in the opposite direction of you

“thanks, josuke” you spoke up, getting rid of the silence between you too. he hummed, kicking a rock as he walked. “hey, uhh” he paused before speaking up once more. “i gotta tell you something, and don’t get angry at me for saying this!” you chuckled at that, you couldn’t get angry at him

“i.. think i might like you. thats a lie. i know i like you” you pulled his coat closer around you as you grinned, this day seemed to be getting better and better..

giorno giovanna

giorno definitely took you to a fancy restaurant

he is the don, he has that kind of money

he’d probably buy you something fancy too.

he’d just say it outright, like it was something he said everyday

you two sat across from eachother at the fancy restaurant, both of you in your fanciest attire. you two stared at a menu, deciding what to get before the waiter arrived, notebook and pen in hand. once you ordered, and the waiter was gone, giorno looked over at you. he pulled out a tiny box placing it on the table and sliding it over to you

“giorno, no” “i insist, (name)” he interrupted. you sighed, picking up the box and opening it. a necklace lay inside, laced with what you could only assume were real diamonds. you looked up to him in shock. “giorno, i can’t take this..” he shook his head

“you must, you’re the only person i’d want to spend this kind of money on, so please. let me buy you things from now on” he gave a small, meaningful smile towards you, which only made you smile. you took the necklace out of the box, placing it around your neck. “you look stunning, mí amore”

jolyne cujoh

okay. we all know how lesbians are

she’d definitely confess buy playing a song for you, then saying that it reminds her of you

you two would just be in her bedroom

and she’d suggest listening to music

then she’d play the song and say it reminds her of you two

you two sat on jolynes bed, you’d been friends for years, so long in fact, you two had began to develop feelings for eachother. even though everyone around the two of you knew, you two didn’t. “hey.. let’s listen to some music!” jolyne suggested, you nodded. that could be fun, you always enjoyed her music

she grinned, standing up from the bed and heading towards her cd collection. she picked one up, then placed it into the cd player. it took a few seconds for the song to boot up but once it began she then hurried back over to sit beside you in her bed. “what song is it?” you asked, she only grinned at you. “you’ll see”

as the song began to play, it seemed like something jolyne never would’ve usually listened to. you began to recognise the song as time went on, ‘this kiss, by faith hill’ as you began to wonder why she picked this song, she spoke up. “this song, reminds me of us..” her face was slightly red as she spoke

Johnny Joestar

johnny and you were put on a ranch

yous were just together tending to your horses

it was silent, peaceful

that’s when johnny would admit to having feelings for you

it definitely took him awhile to do that

he’s not the most open when it comes to how he feels

you fed your horse, johnny stood beside you, doing the exact same to slow dancer, his horse. it was comfortable, you two enjoyed eachothers company and the silence between you wasn’t awkward in the slightest, at least for you anyways.

johnny was busy thinking about you, he wanted to tell you how he felt, he knew he owed it to you to be honest, but it was just scary. he was afraid of rejection from you. even though he knew deep, deep down that you most likely liked him too

“hey.. (name)?” he finally spoke up, he felt as if his heart was in his throat. you turned to look at him, giving him a hum to continue. “i just wanted to say that i.. like ya, i have for awhile now. i just.. wanted ya to know” he looked away, embarrassed

josuke higashikata (8)

josuke just blurts it out

like its NOTHING

he doesn’t get social cues tbh

it leaves you shocked

like really shocked

you two were probably just sitting in a part when he just says it

you sat on the park bench with josuke, you both had gotten an ice cream, it was a very warm day in morioh, so ice cream was the only solution the two of you had. as you both sat, enjoying your ice cream, you looked over to josuke, who seemed to be enjoying his delicious sweet treat

“isn’t this nice, josuke?” you spoke up, he only nodded enthusiastically, continuing to lick the cone. you chuckled at him, giving him a smile. which seemed to make him stop eating? he stared at you, in an almost creepy way. you’d be creeped out if you didn’t know him

“i’m in love with you” he says, before going back to his ice cream. you stared at him, in shock. “what?” you gave him a confused look, where you dreaming? hallucinating even? did he really just say that to you?

[lidiasloca]

azriel and his hands

azriel x reader

fluff

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“No, no. Get down, y/n,” Azriel says, kneeling on your other side, and softly pulling your shoulders down, making you lay again since you’ve had very little sleep. 

But you don’t want to lay, so you take his hands, trying to put them away. But then he quickly jolts with your touch and hides them from where you can see. You know he’s misunderstood you. You know there is something in between him and his scarred hands that he doesn’t tell to anyone. 

Furthermore, you know very little about what happened to them, and it is still too early to ask him something like that. But what you do know is that he is insecure about them. Never had you touched them like this, direct touching.

“Azriel, no - I was just trying to sit up,” you try explaining, because you don’t want him to feel uncomfortable. 

But there is no answer, he is silent, like in a trance. He’s turned so pale, almost lifeless, you are fast to worry. “Azriel.” You start shaking him, trying to get him out of where his mind has him trapped.

“Sorry,” he finally mumbles, but he is incapable of looking into your eyes. 

But you want him to do so, you need to read him through his eyes, because you know he is no man for words.

“Azriel.” You take his face and pull it up gently with your hands. “Azriel,” you say again, but now it’s a weak whisper as you take in his teary eyes. 

“I - I don’t know… I’m sorry,” he tries.

“You don’t know what?” you ask softly, coking your head to the side with compassion. “Azriel, it’s okay,” you add reassuringly, caressing his cheek.

“I don’t know what happened. I just - many memories just came and hit me, in a way. I don’t know how to explain.”

“You don’t have to, Az. Not now. Maybe when you are calmer, alright?”

His eyes find yours again, and he nods.

“I know you probably have heard,” he starts, his voice weak. “Something about my… hands. And I’m sorry I haven’t told you anything. It is not - I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you or-”

“I know,” you smile sweetly. “I know, Azriel, and you don’t have to worry about that at all.”

He looks down momentarily in response, sighting. You are about to speak in worry, but to your relief, he moves to look up, now looking calmer.

“It’s just - I’ve always felt like I'm on my own on this, like it is my grudge to carry.”

“It is,” you say plainly, but quickly add, “only you have the strength to carry it. But that doesn’t mean you can't choose a good company to walk next to you as you do so.”

He smiles at your words, and it's genuine. 

“And you know what,” you continue. “My mother always told me there is a reason for everything. And the reason someone carries such grudges, it's no nonsense. You only carry such weight on a highway because you are meant to throw it once you are at the peak.” He is silent, so you grow red and explain yourself quickly, “its - it's just a stupid metaphor.”

“It - it is hopeful, and that's exactly what I need. I love it.” And there it is again his tender smile. It makes you blush even more, that smile and the way he watches you, as if you had all the answers to all his questions. 

“I’m glad it helped,” you blurt out as your heart races when he rises his hand to trace his fingers through your cheek to a misplaced strand of hair.

“And I’m glad you are here.”

-Charcters by Sarah J Maas

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[bunnyjesters]

I kinda of ship ragapomni like way way more but I’m curious , what’s the appeal of jaxPomni ?

Why do you like it ?

Hello! Mew here 🌸

They are a very opposites attract type of ship. I want to start with analyzing Jax's character and then Pomni's.

From what we have seen, we know that at least in outward appearance Jax is very much self assured and enjoys picking on other members. He also loves getting a reaction from the group, whether its positive or negative. He doesn't seem all that worried about being trapped and uses whats at his disposle to entertain himself in the meantime. I'm sure at one point he was very very distraught about his situation but nowadays he either honestly doesn't care or has learned to distract himself from the issue at hand.

Internally I think his attitude is a defense mechanism of a couple different issues. The fact that he is trapped and the fact that he's lonely. If you view his character and look at his interactions with everyone. He does not seem to be very close to any particular person in the crew. At least not in any way that could be considered intimate (emotionally) I like to think in his human life he may not have had all that many close friends either despite being relatively intelligent and somewhat charismatic. I think that keeping people at a distance is safe for him and no one in the digital circus either realizes or cares enough to push his boundaries in that area.

Pomni on the other hand does not hide how she feels. She feels things very primally (mostly fear from what we've seen) She is pragmatic and genuine. She desires to be good person but struggles as people do and she is aware of this and unafraid of it. I get the feeling that whether or not she is a good communitcator, she is open about how she feels when she talks and very much direct. (I hc that she is Autistic) We know she does not like to be touched which I believe to be more of a neurodivergent thing rather than something from previous abuse. Although I may change my mind later on that.

As for how she is internals vs externals, in my eyes she is one and the same. She doesn't hide herself as I've stated before.

Now the attraction on Jax's end is that he loves attention, he loves to get a reaction from people and Pomni is very reactive. I think at first there is a dynamic of "hazing" the newcomer that is really just Jax getting a feel for this new addittion and mainting his own sense of control. I think it grows very heavily on Jax's part simply because Pomni is so sincere and she doesn't judge him or make him feel stupid for being open. At first he resents this part of her becuase she doesn't respond to his passive aggression when he's upset about something. She forces him to be clear about what bothers him and even though it's uncomfortable it soothes a piece of him he was likely unaware of. She also has hope for escape and it probably reminds him of himself at one point or another.

Pomni finds comfort in Jax. He's intelligent and entertaining. He has a hidden softness to him that resonates with her strongly but I think at first she may just use him as stress relief. He distracts her from the reality of their situation and gives her enough ease to focus on a plan for escape. I do think she is very fond of him even at the beginning and views him as her closest friend (in the circus) She is also not all that aware of his growing feelings either and some times takes him at face value in what he wants.

~Side note but I think her desire to escape sometimes really hurts Jax. I don't even know if he wants to escape at this point in time.

I imagine this ship to be a strangers to harassment to friends (with benefits) to Jax choking on his one-sidedly feelings and then maybe lovers.

definetly lovers :3

[raineandsky]

i love your work! would you be willing to write something about a hero and villain who absolutely hate each other, and they get captured by an even bigger threat because hero messes up. Villain is pissed at hero, but he starts to notice that everytime their captor lashes out, hero takes the fall. because he feels guilty he got villain in this mess. Begrudging caretaker villain and self sacrificing hero is my favorite trope LOL.

thanks!!

anon your MIND youre a GENIUS :D this was so fun, thank you for the request!

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The hero is thrown to the floor in something of a mangled heap.

The sound makes the villain jump. He didn’t even hear the door open. The supervillain levels him with a simmering glare before turning on her heel and slamming the door behind her.

For one horrible moment, the villain thinks the hero’s dead. He gives the mess on the floor a careful kick, and the groan he gets in response sends a flutter of relief into his chest that he hates immediately.

“Thought she might’ve actually got you this time,” the villain comments with forced indifference.

He hates that he’s glad the hero’s still here. Hates it. He despises the little do-gooder. He’d honestly thought the supervillain was cold enough to leave him a reminder of what’s coming for him.

The hero pushes himself up on unsteady, trembling arms. “It’s only a matter of time,” he says quietly. His voice is no more than a rasp by now.

The villain’s heart sinks unexpectedly at that.

The villain says something stupid—talks back, tells the supervillain exactly what he thinks—and she glares and sets her jaw and looks straight past him and to the hero. And the hero leaps to his feet to spit something much worse at her and she always goes for him.

“She knows what I’m doing,” the hero continues after a moment. “I don’t think I can distract her for much longer. I– I’m sorry.”

The last dribble of indifference the villain was clinging to evaporates. Emotions clash. Confusion, anger, defenselessness. Fear; for who? He doesn’t know.

“[Hero],” the villain says a little more intensely than he intended. “What do you mean you’re distracting her?”

The hero tries to give him a smile, but it’s tired and lopsided and not at all genuine. “It’s my apology for getting us both here.”

Something in the villain’s mind clicks into place. He’s always the one leaping up to bite at the supervillain. The hero only gets involved when she’s about to snap. He always times it so when she’s going to take it out of someone, he’ll be at the forefront of the charge.

The villain takes a short step back, like the curse of selflessness will rub off on them if they stand too close. “[Hero],” he says again. “What’re you– Are you insane?”

The hero tries to shrug. It looks more like a twitch. “Probably, at this point.”

The villain changes his mind and steps forward again, kneeling down in front of him. The hero practically lols his head to watch him. The villain hates the dead look of it, and he hates that he hates it.

They’re enemies. Their last fight never suggested otherwise. The hero had backed the villain into a corner. He’d gotten in close to throw his finishing punch just as the corner revealed its very sharp teeth. 

“This is new,” the supervillain had said when she’d come across them arguing in her trap. “It’s not often I get two in one go.”

It’s the hero’s fault, of course it is. If he hadn't pushed the villain straight into the supervillain’s little cage this never would’ve happened.

But the hero wouldn’t be taking the fall either. The villain’s heart clenches uncomfortably.

The hero watches with a slight frown as the villain carefully shreds his own shirt and dunks it into the hopefully cleanish bucket of water in the corner. “What’re you doing?” he asks from behind a pained cough.

“You’re a lot less useful if you’re dead,” the villain says flatly.

He gently tilts the hero’s head towards the dingy light overhead; bruises are blossoming like unsightly flowers all down the side of his face. The villain scowls, swallows his pride, and gets to work.

The hero flinches under his touch more than once. The villain hisses a short, “sit still,” definitely more than a few times.The hero eventually relaxes in his hold—the cloth is probably cool against the inevitable heat of the pain.

There’s an unbothered silence for a few kind minutes. The villain concentrates on the blemishes on the hero’s face, and the hero simply closes his eyes and soaks in the relief.

The villain abandons the scrap in a pile on the floor after a while, and the disgustingly wet plop! of its landing prompts the hero to open his eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” he says almost immediately. “God, I was trying to help but now you’re having to do something for me—”

“Shut up, [Hero],” the villain snaps. “This is nothing to what you’ve done.”

The hero blinks at him for a moment. Sniffles. Dips his gaze to the floor. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“You heroes are so caught up in your weird little morals.” The villain gets to his feet with a sigh. His knees ache after all that. “I don’t care. Just–” The words falter for a moment. God, he’s going to sound like he cares. “Just don’t die.”

The hero glances up at him sombrely. Selflessness doesn’t look good on him. The villain can feel his face scrunching up at the thought.

“If it fixes what I’ve done, I will.”

The hero’s never in this cell. The villain’s never left it. The hero returns with bruises and blood and exhaustion. The villain is no worse off than if he wasn’t here at all.

His worst enemy is doing all this, to protect him? 

The villain carefully lines up the words in his mind, prays his tone comes off as slimy selfishness, and says, “It wouldn’t fix anything.”

[hothotpot]

I was digging through my notes app the other day and came upon this little snippet of a thing I wrote. Like the other little bit, it was meant for a Disco Elysium fic that I'm not sure I'll ever properly write, but I like it so much it feels unfair to keep it all to myself.

The fic had no real plot, and was really just a series of scenes of Harry and Kim flirting and eventually getting together, because I am a soft idiot. This would have been the end of the fic, so uh, spoilers I guess lol

Anyway, stupid Harry/Kim fluff below the cut!

"So are you my boyfriend now?"

Kim can't quite bite back the laugh that huffs out. "We're not teenagers, detective."

"But I don't think I've ever had a boyfriend before, Kim. I want you to be mine."

His plea is so plaintive and genuine, Kim can't help but be moved, however slightly. "Fine," sarcasm laces his tone as he answers, "we can be boyfriends. You can pass me notes between Civics and Maths, hm?"

The grin that breaks out across Harry's face sends an altogether unreasonable surge of warmth thrumming through Kim's chest. "Will you write back?"

"No, I will not. Unlike you, I take my studies very seriously."

But I will keep every single note you give me in a box beneath my bed, safe where only I can find them, and take them out and read and read and read them again and again, as often as I like - the thought runs through Kim's head completely of its own accord, accompanied by a mortifying burst of sentimentality, and he feels an insane sense of relief that it is only the tips of his ears glowing and not his lungs.

The relief evaporates, though, as Harry fixes his intense green eyes on his own, and the absurd thought that Harry has heard the thought occurs to him. It's impossible, of course, but then Harry raises his hand and cups Kim's jaw with a reverence that sets his pulse hammering in his ears, and Kim is certain that it's true.

"I think I love you, Kim." A breathless exhalation, wondering and amazed.

Kim laughs, and thank the Innocence Harry doesn't flinch.

"Shut up, Harry." The words are amused and fond, tempered with what, even in the privacy of his own thoughts, Kim does not dare admit the truth of.

But Harry just grins and pulls him into a kiss, lips soft and warm, mustache tickling his nose. Kim lets him, but only briefly, then pulls away and bats gently at the detective's shoulder.

"Go to sleep, lieutenant, it's late."

Harry lets Kim move away just long enough to set his glasses carefully in their place on the nightstand and switch off the light, before dragging him back to him with a strength that leaves Kim a little breathless, thick arms encircling slim waist and holding close. Warmth breathed against sensitive skin as Harry nuzzles into Kim's neck, lips grazing, and then a murmured "Good night, Kim."

"Good night, Harry."

[yrluvjane]

I would love to see where wlw (character is up to you) are celebrating idk maybe 1 year anniversary but the character messes up the date and for example instead of 5th June celebrates it 6th of May and the reader is all surprised when the character shows up there with flowers and letter and some jewelry and date by readers house and reader is so confused and then the character is a bit upset that reader forgot but then they both get 1+1 together and then the character is “oooh okay, so no present for you now!” and try to run away from reader who’s like “no show me now you coward!”

(Sounds like Robin from stranger things ngl)

The sun was setting, its warm rays casting a gentle glow over the quiet street as you made your way home. Turning the corner towards your house, you were taken aback to find Lily standing on your doorstep. In one hand, she held a bouquet of vibrant flowers, and in the other, a small, elegantly wrapped box.

"Lily?" The words tumbled out of your mouth, a mix of confusion and delight coloring your voice. "What are you doing here?"

Her smile faltered slightly, her eyes searching yours. "I wanted to surprise you," she said softly, extending the flowers towards you. "Happy anniversary!"

Confusion furrowed your brow. "Anniversary? But… our anniversary is on June 5th. Today is May 6th."

Lily's face fell, her shoulders slumping. "What? No, it's today. Our anniversary is today."

You felt a pang of guilt at the hurt in her eyes. "Lily, our anniversary is June 5th. I'm certain of it."

Her expression hardened, and she took a step back, clutching the flowers and box tightly. "So you forgot. You forgot our anniversary. I’ve been planning this for weeks!"

"No, I didn’t forget," you protested, the knot in your stomach tightening. "I swear, it’s on June 5th."

Tears welled up in Lily's eyes, her voice trembling. "I can't believe this. I planned everything for today."

"Lily, please," you implored, reaching out to her.

She pulled away, her tears now flowing freely. "No, it’s more than that. You didn’t even remember the date. How could you forget something so important?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. She was genuinely hurt, and you couldn’t bear the thought of causing her pain.

"Lily, let's check the date together. Can we do that?" you asked softly.

She hesitated, then slowly nodded. "Alright, let's check."

Both of you pulled out your phones, fingers trembling slightly as you navigated to the calendar app. After a few moments of confusion, it became clear.

Lily's face softened as realization dawned on her. "Oh my God, I got the date wrong," she whispered, more to herself than to you. She looked up at you, her eyes wide with regret. "I'm so, so sorry. I was so sure."

Relief washed over you, though the tension lingered. "It's okay, Lily. It’s an easy mistake. But see, I didn’t forget."

She glanced down at the flowers and the box in her hands, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I feel so stupid."

"Don’t," you said gently, stepping closer. "You were excited. I understand."

"No, no," she shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips as she raised the small box. "So, no present for you now?"

You grinned, feeling the heaviness begin to lift. "Not so fast! Dinner I can spare. This, however," you reached for the box, "not so much. Show me what you’ve got, Evans."

Lily laughed, a genuine sound that warmed your heart. "Nope, you’ll have to wait until the actual anniversary."

"Come on, Lily," you teased, attempting to grab the box. "You can’t leave me hanging!"

She squealed and dodged your grasp, then you caught her around the waist, spinning her in a playful dance. "Got you!"

"Alright, alright!" she giggled, breathless and happy. "Here."

[enha-cafe]

ENHA Legal Line vs No Nut November

happy november in honor of such i bring you my headcanons on how I believe the legal line would survive this challenge

Heeseung

thought jake was joking when he said they should do no nut november and agreed AS A JOKE

didn’t even jerk off on Halloween because he thought that

he’s going through it

took four days before he started meditating

the current main thing that’s keeping him going?

beat jake, he just needs one win

he doesn’t have to win; he just doesn’t want to be the first one out

one day the meditation just stopped working and he was lying awake at night questioning his own sanity

didn’t get much sleep that night

woke up to a text in the group chat from jake saying he had lost

that was all he needed and more

days lasted 11

honestly its a win in his book

Jay

he also said he’d do it AS A JOKE

doesn’t even know why he went along with this anymore

he’s the main one in the group chat that’s counting the days until December

this is his first time actually participating and now he’s determined to win

he doesn’t have a very high sex drive so he’s doing just fine

whenever he has too much free time and his mind starts to wonder he practices or just works out

invited sunghoon to work out only for him to get taken to an ice rink

never again

jake tried to get him to break once by sending him a porn link

jay then refused to make him dinner that night

jake apologized the next morning

laughs each time one of the guys loses nnn

once sunghoon got out jay realized he won

still went the remaining days for bragging rights

days lasted 30

oh and that porn link from jake was used during destroy dick december

Jake

it was his idea for him and the other guys to do it

quickly realized it was a dumb idea

his libido is just too high

please each time jake sees something remotely lewd he thinks he’s going to bust

feels like a horny church kid all over again

tried and failed to pray the horny away

one night he genuinely can’t fall asleep and he’s just staring at the ceiling of his room

his insomnia gets to him and he decides there’s only one thing that can help him fall asleep

days lasted 10

gets bullied in the group chat for being the first one out but doesn’t care

there’s always next year

Sunghoon

honestly thinks he could win this against the others

is confident he could make the full 30 days

spoiler alert, he does not

culprit #1 of bullying jake in the group chat after he lost

after two weeks it finally hit him that he can’t jerk off

decided to go ice skating more often to help fill the void

even invited jay one time, mainly because he wanted a good laugh

is good at keeping himself in check unless something really gets him going

unfortunately for him, he decided to start having a personal movie marathon of things the other members had recommended to him

and every single one of the recommendations had a steamy scene

after the first one, he was fine but then they just kept coming (lol puns)

days lasted 23

Sunoo

thinks this is beyond stupid

still wants to win though

culprit #2 of bullying jake in the group chat after he lost

honestly, I don’t think his libido is that high, to begin with

this boy is coasting until halfway through the second week

everything has just been stressing him out and the poor kid needs relief

the fact he can’t get off is slowly eating away at him

not to mention the fact that there are already two people out and now he’s thinking what harm would it be

starts rationalizing the pros and cons of being the third to lose

realized being third is still a triumph

days lasted 18

hoon and jay bullied him in the group chat

[haravath0t]

𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐬𝐨𝐡𝐦𝐚: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

to me there is nothing better than someone going against the very things they swear they go by for the sake of their deepest, purest desires. the very notion of surrender from someone so strict and stubborn is just so appealing.

hatori sohma is literally the best example of this, in my opinion. 

the doctor of the sohma family, who was known to be very aloof, to be stiff, to be cold after akito had denied him of a relationship the one time he had ached to have something for himself. it was clear to everyone, even akito, how much you meant to that man. 

During the time you dated him, you weren't able to touch him. Even the thought of kissing you left him nervous with the chance of him transforming. With this, dating Hatori had lacked physicality. It's not a dealbreaker, but it's certainly a little proverbial "speed bump" that you two faced.

It broke his heart, having to repress your memories, to take away the beautiful memories you had taken part in creating with him. He genuinely had thought he would never be able to see you again. However, even Akito cannot control the thing called fate. 

The two of you had met up again within the Sohma estate, Hatori unable to refrain himself from being in your life, even if it was just as a friend. Even if he still couldn’t stop yearning for you, longing for the way your hands cup his cheeks once again. 

Of course, your clumsy self once again found out about his secret, unable to stay away (or stand upright). Just as last time, you had freaked out and put him in the nearest body of water there was as his seahorse form flailed helplessly. It honestly felt like Hatori was reliving this time with you again, a blissful torture. 

Once again, just like the first time, it was you who had confessed how strongly you still felt. Even in the way the story went now that your memories were repressed, you still managed to fall for him again. In your eyes, Hatori was just that standard. However, Hatori was not so naive as last time, making sure he treated this with extra caution. 

He wanted to hug you, to show you how much he has longed for you. Even if you were oblivious to the extent that he did. 

“Can I hold you?” He asked, his voice choking. Of course, you respond with wide eyes, the familiar speed bump once again making a presence back in your lives. How could you refuse? How could you remind him of the caveats of holding one another when he looked so fragile? So unlike himself? 

Of course, you relent. The doctor cups the back of your head, his fingers gently tangled in your hair while his other arm wraps around your waist. He held you like it was the last time, counting the seconds as precisely as he can before he poofs into smoke and transforms. Except this time, he stands absolutely still, remaining in this embrace with you.  

The curse breaking only makes him realize how touch starved he actually is.

This is the moment Hatori breaks, sobbing into your hair as he feels that thread between God and Dragon snap and sever. 

You cry with him, of course, holding him tighter as the two of you cry in relief, in joy, in sadness. Now was not the time to be so logical, so uptight. Now was not the time to pretend that you both were content with that distance. 

It feels childish, stupid, weak, but it's not even the fact that he can kiss you now or make love to you now that gets him going.

It's the fact that now he sees the way you love at its full capacity, and the way he can reciprocate without fear. 

Hatori enjoys the way you hug his arm, or the way you'll gladly lay on his lap while he reads Shigure's latest trash (though you argue that he has found a new guilty pleasure) or how you naturally enjoy tangling your legs with his own as you two sleep.

He just isn’t the type to not touch you in any way, shape, or form at this point. Not when he has spent so many nights and days wondering what it felt like. 

Hatori Sohma had been known to be a mere spectator, an example of what not to do when it came to relationships. He had to be forced into obedience, to be that voice of reason for those who also ached for love. Who would have thought that now he was able to wake up next to you, his hand able to caress and adore you? Who would have thought he can press his lips to your ear while your bodies remain flush against one another under the blankets? 

Who would have thought Hatori Sohma himself loves physical contact?

You may not remember how you have loved him before, but Hatori finds this to be a great reward: a lifetime of happiness, experienced for the second time.

[thickenmyblood]

maca this chapter was insane i was kicking my feet the entire hour I took to read it!!

but can I just say as much as I was team damen in the beginning cause I didn’t fw laurent’s whole approach to the breakup…..I don’t get why damen was so upset with laurent abt the needing a lawyer reveal when he immediately recognised that it was obvious that laurent continued to stay with him because he genuinely loved him.

Don’t get me wrong I definitely love that you took that approach cause your writing is so REAL and Damen recognises he’s being an idiot sometimes!!But I didn’t expect Laurent to not push back abit in some sense like he was just a traumatised kid barely a year older than nicaise is rn when they met (if i got the math right on that).

anyway I think I just wanna hear more about your thoughts on Laurent’s headspace if it’s not spoiler-y ofc. Thank you for such a brilliant chapter and happy holidays ♥️♥️

hello! i was actually talking to @savoytrufflephd about this the other day. this is terribly long but we're reaching the end of the fic and i will never get the change to speak on these things again, and so i hope this answer guides your reading experience and helps clear any doubts you might have going into the last chapter.

about damen:

during their argument, damen is gutted to find out that laurent approached him because he needed a lawyer and money, and, indeed, damen doesn't have an absolute "let's berate laurent" meltdown right then and there, but i wouldn't say he "immediately recognized" anything.

there are three main emotions at play during the reveal scene.

sadness: damen feels deeply hurt by laurent's confession.

There is nowhere to go. There is no other sound in the world but Laurent’s voice, tearing him open.

They should be doing this in the kitchen, Damen thinks. For old times’ sake. For symmetry. There must be a reason why Aimeric keeps picking kitchens as his bleeding spot.

anger and/or self-righteousness: damen makes comments to hurt laurent and express the hurt he's feeling himself and how he feels cheated and wronged.

(...) Was a live-in nanny so expensive that you had to spend the next four years forcing yourself into bed with—”

“You were nervous. Before. I remember the—was the bathroom break so you could vomit in between—”

(...) So you stayed up all night, going through that—that shit, and you had ten liters of coffee this morning so you could be brave enough to sit here and tell me that I was your pimp for a while. (...)

“I wouldn’t blame you,” Laurent says, “if you—” “Don’t play the martyr card.” “I’m so—” “Fuck you,” Damen says.

defeat: damen slowly realizing this is the worst case scenario. there can't be anything worse than this, and so it's almost a relief to hear it because he 1. didn't have to ask 2. can't imagine any other blow hitting him harder (which... i mean, he did have a heads up from nikandros). now what he wants is to understand how this happened and why.

Something is leaking out of Damen now, except it isn’t blood. He feels it by its absence, by the relief it leaves behind. This, he thinks, as he looks at Laurent. This is everything they have done to each other. There is nothing left but this: the wound, drained; the wound, re-dressed. This is what he wanted to know, what he asked for. This.

He might as well lay down on the table and pass Laurent the knife.

He wants to feel stupid and can’t, wants to lather himself up in hatred to slip away from this with ease. He can’t. He’d thought in those first months at Nikandros’s that he knew what hating Laurent was—annoyance, mostly, and contempt, slightly—but now he knows that wasn’t hate. He could never hate Laurent. Maybe he could learn, could train himself to do it, but he doesn’t want to. He wants to understand. He wants—

damen is not the best when it comes to understanding his own emotions. later on, when analyzing this argument with neo, this happens:

“I don’t know how it made me feel,” Damen says. “I was angry yesterday. At him. And I know I should be angry now, or earlier when he said—when he told me.” “But you weren’t.” “I wasn’t sad either. It was like…” “Like?” Damen smooths over the sheets beside him. The bed is cool and neatly made on that side. “Like I’d been waiting for him to say it for so long, that when he did, it wasn’t… I don’t know.”

he did feel all those emotions in the argument, but when asked to talk about them, he holds onto defeat instead of anger or sadness. i wrote him this way because i wanted a version of him that was tired of arguing with laurent, that didn't want to do that anymore, that wanted things to be fair between them. plus, i wrote very early on that he's just not very creative when it comes to (active) cruelty. it just doesn't come naturally to him.

now, about laurent:

i agree that this laurent reads very passively. he doesn't strike back, doesn't argue that he was desperate, that it wasn't his fault, etc. this is because:

he's being self-hating. this is him basically telling damen "look at what i did and hate me for it. i don't deserve the way you've always helped me, the way you're STILL helping me. i'm not a good person. i'm not who you think i am." this is why, in this fic, laurent also allows nicaise to treat him like shit. it's the reason laurent did not tell agnes about the verbal abuse he was being subjected to. he thinks he deserves it. it's the reason he tells damen having sex with maxime was a chore and still he kept doing it.

like damen, he's also tired of arguing. in fact, i would say he's MORE tired than damen. he's getting the worse of nicaise's ire and has been for months. he knows damen is upset with him bc of that 10 minute conversation he had alone with nicaise in ch18. the day before, damen looked him in the eye and told him it was all his fault, that everything wrong that happened with nicaise was on him, that he was to blame because he was too busy having fun and being stupid to take care of the one person he was supposed to look after. he's emotionally drained. he spent the entire night looking through nicaise's phone, analyzing dates and punishing himself for everything that happened. after almost 400k words of fucked up situations, he's finally reached this strange limit of "whatever, just let it end".

the self-fulfilling prophecy aspect of his relationship with damen. in a way, laurent never dared to hope what he had with damen would be forever. in fact, he believed in order to keep damen, he had to sacrifice many, many, many things and aspect of who he was and is as a person, because otherwise damen would not and could not love him. things like his mental health, his own abuse, his views on sex... but also small, stupidly vulnerable things, such as letting your partner know that you fucking douche!!!!!! letting him know you do things every other human does. laurent wanted damen to love him, but he didn't think damen ever could if he showed him all his cards and baggage and whatever you want to call it, and so he made himself palatable. and this was, ultimately, the downfall of their relationship (along with damen's obvious ignorance, emotional issues, repression, etc.)

this is all i can say on laurent's end. ch20 will give you some more details to help you look at his actions and thought process throughout the fic in a different light. i hope this answer made sense and wasn't just me babbling for seventeen thousand words.

thank you for your time!!

[mvrtaiswriting]

Menace x Black Leg Sanji ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :

hello hello hello! I know I said I would take a break to focus on uni work but ever since I had this dream I felt the need to write it. it kept bothering me and I simply couldnt focus on anything else but THIS. I adore this dork and I am happy I got to write about him. so.. here we go again :D I hope you'll enjoy this, do let me know what you think!

warning: MAJOR spoilers of The Whole Cake Island Arc. other than that, sfw, slightly angst, usual one piece violence I guess?? this was written with a fem reader in mind but apart from a lil description of the outfit, no pronouns are used and everything is pretty gender neutral.

feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee.

─── story under the cut to avoid spoilersss ↓

"I can't believe he's getting married." you said to yourself with grinned teeth, unable to even look at Sanji. You watched from afar as the whole crew greeted him and offered their congratulation, seemingly accepting the fact that he would leave the crew to join Big Mama's reign. It was a possibility you never considered, to not have him around all the time. Since when was he the type to be a loyal husband, the prince of a reign that never belonged to him - accepting the surname of the family that always rejected him?

To think he accepted the marriage without even consulting any of you, not even Luffy - it made your blood boil. He told you during dinner that he already packed his luggage, that this was the end of his journey - that his family wanted him to get married and he couldn't back away from it. He asked his beloved crew and captain to understand and to not start anything dangerous; he didn't want to be rescued or helped, he was fine accepting his destiny. "It's for the best", he kept repeating and everybody seemed to agree. But not you. How could he ever agree to something so stupid? How could he expect you to be fine with him getting married and disappearing from your life?

When the Germa66 ship finally approached the Sunny, it was time for Sanji to go. He had looked for you everywhere - he really wanted to say goodbye, to hold you in his arms one last time. But it was too much to bear for you; you were furious at him and watching him depart made your heart ache in way you didn't even know existed. And so you hid away from everyone, and from him. Staying in the gym the whole time trying to sweat your nervousness out, you could hear Sanji asking your crew mates to tell you he really wanted to see you once last time, which only made you punch the heavy punchbag in front of you stronger.

When Sanji finally sailed away, Zoro reached you in the gym, stopping the punchbag from swinging around.

"Luffy has a plan to rescue that damn chef. I think you might be interested." he said, a hint of sarcasm accompanying his words despite his genuine intentions. A tiny wave of relief crashed against your body - you knew Luffy wouldn't have let that stupid cook leave without a fight.

Exactly a week after Sanji's departure, you and your crew managed to sneak in Big Mama's territory. Perfectly blending in with the rest of the population, you safely navigated through the cities, which were all decorated for the wedding. Images of Sanji and her future wife flooded the streets; the wedding was the centre of every conversation and despite the visceral nuisance this caused you, at least it was easy for you to gather all the information you needed.

"You look beautiful." Nami smiled at you, fixing your hair. "You'll make his head spin, don't worry." she winked, smiling widely as she admired the way you were dressed.

A short, sparkly black dress wrapped your body gracefully, valuing your best curves and making it impossible to not look at you. One of Sanji's old blazer jackets completed your look, its golden buttons matching your jewellery. If you had to attend his wedding, you had to at least look nice. Your knee-high boots made your steps echo around the reception room, the rhythmic clicking of your heels contributing to the pre-existent noise.

Sitting down at your table, you noticed just how close you were to the altar. A shiver ran down your spine, the feelings you have constantly ignored coming to the surface all at once. Your hands started to shake as you realised you were about to see Sanji again after all that happened - the door you slammed on his face the last time he tried to talk to you, the goodbye you never got to say. A warm sensation came creeping him from your neck, rising to your cheeks and colouring them of a scarlet red. A subtle feeling of anxiety settled in your chest; you were about to see the man you love walk down the isle to marry someone else - without him knowing that you and your crew were moments away from blowing everything up and officially challenging one of the Four Emperors.

You sat and watched the ceremony in silence, tears flooding your eyes but never streaming down your cheeks. You bit your bottom lip as Pudding, Sanji's soon-to-be wife, read her vows; they were beautiful, surely. But how could they be true?

Unable to keep watching, you shifted your gaze away from the happy couple in front of you; finally noticing the mess your captain was about to make. It only took Luffy a couple of seconds to bring hell upon the ceremony, officially challenging Big Mama and everyone who tried to stand in his way, making your presence finally known - not only to the enemy, but to Sanji as well.

Realising what had just happened, Sanji scanned the crowd quickly - and for a moment, his eyes finally found yours after what felt like an eternity. A smirk formed on his face as he started to run towards you, kicking anyone who blocked his way. However, Big Mama had other plans than making the two of you reunite, and before Sanji could reach you, a big hand engulfed him in its grip, disappearing into the crowd and behind the majestic pillars of the ball room.

"SANJII!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, shutting down every other background noice and piercing through every walls, every ear, every heart. The battle stopped for a second as you fell on your knees - an excruciating pain held your heart hostage, making your chest ache with every breath you took.

"GO!" Nami screamed back at you, using her Clima-Tact to indicate the direction Sanji was taken to.

Heartbroken and more furious than ever, you finally got up. This was your battle after all, you didn't travel this far to give up so easily. Walking against the crowd's flow, you made your way to the palace in which Sanji was held hostage - ruthlessly eliminating any enemy you encountered along the way. Blood stains covered your face as you walked along the corridors of Big Mama's place, one confident stride after the other. Opening door after door, killing one guard after the other, frustration kept building inside your veins. You were tired of this, and you were angry; at Sanji, for accepting this stupid proposal, at yourself, for not confessing your feelings before, at every. damn. enemy. that kept coming your way.

Until something happened.

A weird, overwhelming, new sensation made your muscles tense and your senses heighten. Before you could even realise it, a powerful wave of haki destroyed every thing around you, causing window's glass to shatter against the floor and walls to crumble down one after the other, tumbling Big Mama's castle down. And that's when you finally saw him - in the middle of ruins, amongst a dusty cloud of concrete, his burning cigarette shined red. Those who were previously guarding him were now under the remains of the castle, setting Sanji finally free.

"You look beautiful." was all he said, his eyes piercing right through you as he watched you from afar, not moving a single muscle to shorten the distance between the two of you.

"We should go." you replied, shifting your gaze away from him, unable to maintain eye contact. Fighting against every fibre of your body, you stayed exactly where you were. He was safe, and single for all that mattered, and that was enough.

"So, this is it? Not even a little "I missed you?"" he asked, finally walking towards you. Before you could even realise it, now being only a few inches away from you - the strong, yet familiar smell of tobacco and his usual cologne tingling your nose.

"Guess we're even now." you replied stingy, hoping your words hit him exactly where it hurt the most.

"I just wanted to protect you." Sanji replied calmly, taking another hit from his cigarette and gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I don't need you to protect me, Sanji!" you said, placing your closed fist against his chest, trying to fight the lump in your throat. "I needed you to stay. I needed you to choose us, to choose me." you finally admitted, slightly punching him by letting your fist weakly hit his chest.

Sanji's entire body completely froze for a moment, processing what you just said. This was the closest thing he ever got to a confirm that, whatever was happening between the two of you, was real - not something he just created in his head. All the times you helped him clean the kitchen until late, the way your drunken self would always end up between his arms, looking for comfort. It all made sense now.

"I would always choose you." he said, resting his forehead against yours, making your heads slightly bump together. Noticing (and recognising) the blazer jacket you were wearing, he smiled before gently fixing the way it fell upon your shoulder.

"Hey." he said again, noticing how you sighed in response. "I mean it." he added, grabbing your chin in between his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look at him.

"Look at the mess we made for you." you laughed, trying to lighten the tension between the two of you.

"Jealousy looks hot on you." he smirked. "and makes you incredibly powerful, too." he appreciated, noticing how you destroyed every obstacle in your way.

"I'm not jealous, shut up." you hissed as you felt warmth spread around your cheeks, blushing like a teenager in love.

"Oh, so I could have gotten married anyway." he shrugged his shoulders, teasing you.

Grabbing him from the collar of his shirt, you pulled him towards you - his tall figure still towering you, noses brushing against each others.

"You better cut all the stupid swooning if you don't want me to earn your bounty. Deal?" you threatened him, a soft smile escaping your lips making you sound a little less terrifying that you wished.

A small laugh escaped Sanji's lips before he wrapped his arms around your waist, making you let go of his shirt.

"Deal, you little menace." he giggled, before finally pressing his lips onto yours.

[maebyshifting]

hey, apologies if this doesnt make sense, its like 1 am and i just got done with dance lol

so, bascially, im doubting shifting. How can i know if its real? Anti-shifters call shifting schizophrenia (however you spell it) or some sort of lucid dreaming. i dont want to waste my time if something isnt real yk? and other people say its just imagination and that i’m stupid for believing that i can shift realities. how can i fully believe shifting, with the little amount of evidence there is?

im not an anti-shifter btw, just curious! also sorry if these questions dont make sense, im in middle school and my english sucks (even though its my first language, lmao)

have a good day! happy shifting <333

shifting antis are usually people who gave up shifting they never shifted or genuinely think it’s a dream and we’re making things up.

i have lucid dreamt for a bit now. while dreams feel real, once you realize you’re dreaming and go lucid, everything feels malleable. shifting doesn’t feel like that. there’s a lucid dreaming term called persistent dreams or persistent realms (something along these lines) that has been talked about for a long time that is basically describing shifting using the lucid dream method under a different name.

lucid dreaming was heavily criticized when i was a kid (and way before even that) because it seemed impossible that people could control their dreams. now there’s tons of research on it. we are a tiny speck in a vast universe that is constantly expanding. if shifting is a super realistic version of lucid dreaming? i’m okay with that! i still know the experiences that i’ll experience are real to me. doesn’t matter what other people think.

because there’s not much research it can be hard to believe. but then i remember shifters talking about their grandparents shifting and keeping it to themselves, not putting a name on it. i think about our younger selves who shifted because our imaginations were so powerful to us. i think of the relief people feel when they shift for the first time. i think of the community that’s been brought together that gains nothing from lying about this. most of all i think about how we discovered this thing for a reason.

best advice i can give is join communities that allow you to talk to other shifters. shiftblr, discord servers, etc. are places you can talk to people who are likeminded and lots of people have genuine stories. for me, i keep shifting as a private thing only for myself and don’t really talk about it with irl friends. i’m not saying you have to do that, but that’s the balance that’s worked for me. but everyone’s different! listen to peoples stories and experiences and it helps so much <3 i hope that helps a little bit? my dms are open so feel free to dm me if you need anything!

[mappingthesky]

burning through you - part 3

it has occurred to me that i may need to title this work instead of a referring to it as a drabble for the rest of its life...i'll think on it! anyways, here's part 3!! thank you for reading :')

Day 3

Jane hadn’t slept very well. She should have been relishing in her win, and she did for a while, but some stubborn pang in her chest kept her from relaxing. There were a few minutes she genuinely thought she might be having a heart attack. The real problem, much to her surprise, was that she was not immune to having feelings.

Jane was feeling guilty. She had been eager to claim her rightful place on top, and even a tad intimidated, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d truly cheated Nymphia. It wasn’t unlike Jane to be so defensive. She had been wired that way for as long as she could remember. What bothered her was that she felt she’d defended herself at the wrong person’s extent. Nymphia, as much as Jane had wanted to deny it, was deserving of credit. She was gifted, and Jane saw in Nymphia the same reverence to her craft that she prided herself on. It didn’t help that Nymphia, as far as Jane could tell, was genuinely good-hearted. She wouldn’t have felt so bad if she thought Nymphia would strategize against her in the same way, but she didn’t think she would, and with that knowledge Jane couldn’t quite justify her actions from the night before.

And so Jane found herself hesitant to face Nymphia that morning. She was worried that Nymphia might have put it together in her head, especially after Jane’s unwarranted hostility towards her mere hours before their performances. Jane wasn’t one to shy away from confrontation, anyone could tell you that, but she found herself not having the heart to go down that path with Nymphia.

Jane was then surprised when Nymphia arrived for the day as her regular, sunshine-y self. She chattered on with the girls, complimenting them, making stupid jokes in silly voices. If she had felt spurned, she was either over it or much better at hiding it than Jane ever could be.

The whole room congratulated Jane once again, which was nice, even if some did so with a bit of spite. Nymphia’s congratulations, of course, was annoyingly genuine. This was becoming a recurring theme. She clapped for Jane, smiling a real smile, her eyes bright and glittery (as per fucking usual). Jane just nodded a silent thank you. She was still mostly happy to have won, as she should have been, and wouldn’t let anyone see the sliver of her that wasn’t completely satisfied. She was grateful for Nymphia’s niceties, and in return she’d decided to give the girl as much space from her as possible.

She’d caught Jane off guard when she approached her for the first time that morning, Nymphia appearing behind her and draping her arms over Jane’s shoulders.

“The winner!” she’d sing-songed, her face coming in right next to Jane’s. “Congratulations diva, it was well deserved.”

Jane’s hands flew up to Nymphia’s for some fucking stupid reason. She suddenly couldn’t remember what she was supposed to do with them. Jane blurted out some sort of thank you as smoothly as she could manage, which was not very, and spun around to face Nymphia. The girl was practically radiating light. Jane scrambled to find the words. 

She finally landed on “you were amazing.” She wasn’t sure if it sounded sincere enough, but she tried to make it so. “Really, it was great.”

It seemed to be more than enough for Nymphia, who clasped her hands under her chin and grinned at the compliment. 

“Thank you!” She drew out the last word, twisting her torso from side-to-side with excitement. There was a stupid smile on Jane’s face. “You really liked it?”

“Sure she did,” someone chimed in from across the room. Morphine. “This beast?” Morphine’s head tilted towards Jane, “liking anything we do?”

“No, no, no,” Jane started, “I did! I really did.” Nymphia laughed, much to Jane’s relief, and was swept up again by the banter of the room. Jane sneered at Morphine, who she momentarily hated for upstaging her attempt at sweetness. Megami muttered something about a death glare.

Jane tried hard to stay out of Nymphia’s way that day, she really did. She thought steering clear of Nymphia would be apology enough for her behavior the night before, not wanting to bring any more off-putting behavior between them than she was sure she already had. She was frustrated, however, at whatever weird gravitational pull kept bringing them together.

She found herself next to Nymphia in the line-up that morning. When Jane was handed that fucking immunity potion, Nymphia leaned her head jokingly on Jane’s shoulder. Jane wanted to flinch away, like she’d poison the girl somehow. She was somehow beside Nymphia when she was coming up with her design idea, which was so good that Jane had immediately resolved to hide her own. Of course, there was Nymphia again, floating around the table while Jane was sewing. Each time she came around, cooing and looking over Jane’s shoulder, Jane thought she’d stab herself with the needle. 

Day 4

When Nymphia settled in to paint at her station, Jane opted for a seat at the mirror - as far away as possible. She was still trying to do Nymphia the favor of staying far, far away. Jane busied herself by bantering with the other girls, and immediately felt a bit more like her usual self. 

But then Nymphia was there, chit-chatting with whoever was next to Jane. She would scurry away to the other side of the room, giving Jane a moment to fucking breathe, but within minutes she’d be back, saying something that made everyone around her dissolve into laughter. Jane found herself scoffing, shaking her head with a silent smile at whatever shenanigan Nymphia had gotten into this time, trying hard not to engage. Still, it was more than once that she glanced up at Nymphia’s reflection in the mirror. It was more than once that she found Nymphia looking back at her. There was something in her expression that Jane couldn’t quite decipher. An expectancy, maybe. A wish.

Jane did well that night. She always did. Nymphia did even better. She didn’t just wear the clothes, she embodied them, brought them to life. Every look was seamless, of course, but it was the way that they transformed once Nymphia wore them that made each presentation so moving. It was, of course, the final garment that stole the show. Jane knew Nymphia’s vision was a great one from the moment she saw it sketched on the girl’s pad, but the finished product left her, for once, without words. Every detail was perfection, and Nymphia brought them to life. It was pure magic, the way Nymphia walked. For the first time, Jane let herself be completely awed by Nymphia. She found that it was much better than trying to hate her for it. Jane admired real artistry, molded herself in the shape of it, here it was right in front of her - in the form of a girl who turned everything she touched into gold. 

There was a smile on Jane’s face when Nymphia won that night. Jane was beaming, and her eyes were oddly watery. She’d thought she’d gotten away with wiping them until she looked around the room to her sisters, still smiling, and found Morphine staring back at her. Morphine’s eyes were narrowed quizzically at Jane, a discovery held there that Jane couldn't quite work out. A smile crossed Morphine’s face, and they looked away.

[bhnsby]

🔥

Gonna use this to drop off one of my hottest takes;

I think you all take Sierra and Cody, and the way people portray and think of these characters way too seriously

WAIT WAIT BARE WITH ME DONT SHOOT I CAN DEFEND MYSELF HERE

Sierra and Cody…

Sighs. I like sierra. And I thought she was funny. Let me explain before you get your pitchforks out

Sierra and Cody, while being a story about a stalker meeting their tv crush, is a PARODY of real obsessive fans and is meant to be COMEDIC.

Firstly, it is okay to like sierra and Cody’s dynamic;

Shipping them is eh to me it doesn’t make sense but if you can truly justify it without being a freak I’ll let you have it I guess, but Sierra and Cody as a duo not romantic relationship but as a stalker and her crush is different. Sierra and Cody were intended to be comedic. Whether that’s your sense of humour or not isn’t my issue, but claiming its Misery levels of stalker story is insane. Yeah she breached his privacy, yeah she was a bit of a freak, yeah she fucking sucked in world tour what the fuck was that, but she was still intended to be a PARODY. Quick little lesson chat what is a parody?

Well I’m glad you asked a parody is an imitation of the style of a particular writer, artist, or genre with deliberate exaggeration for comic effect.

A really obvious example of a parody I can compare to sierra is caricature art. (Yes some is genuinely offensive and straight up racist but I’m talking about the innocent ones here). Caricature art isn’t funny to everyone, not everyone is going to want to get a caricature done, due to either not wanting their feelings hurt or them just finding the concept a bit rude or a bit offensive. But some people like caricature art and find it funny. They see the satire and parody here and can look at it from an unbiased perspective and appreciate the humour. Sierra isn’t funny to everyone, not everyone is going to like sierra, due to having maybe a personal experience that hits a bit close to home or finding the stalker concept a bit much and more serious than comedic. It some people do find sierra funny. They see the satire and parody here and can look at it from an unbiased perspective and appreciate the humour.

Next I wanted to touch on the whole concept of the Sierra Cody situation to be taken more seriously;

If you want to take Sierra and Cody and look at it from a perspective of a stalker and victim in a more serious lense, and want to include in your fics, fan art and over all interpretations of these characters and situations as something more serious, then that is great. That is wonderful even I’m glad you are able to do that. But if someone wants to just look at Sierra and Cody as comedic relief, and only see them as comedic relief, and want to include this in their fics, fan art and over all interpretations of the characters, then that is also okay. The wonderful thing about people is that we look at, react to and interpret things in different ways. Maybe we should all hold hands and realise that it’s okay to take the Sierra Cody thing seriously, and that it’s okay not to.

Finally , you do need to understand that the Sierra and Cody situation can be serious, and that it can be comedic, but you kind of need to acknowledge both;

So. Yeah Sierra and Cody is a story about a stalker meeting her favourite tv star and getting way too into it. That is a serious situation. But it is also a comedy. Like ive said multiple times throughout this post. But listening to one and ignoring the other is kind of stupid. The fact is that what happens to Cody is pretty serious and not okay at all like some of that stuff what the fuck, and to try and say “uh well it’s a joke so sierra is completely okay and did nothing wrong” is ridiculous, and it is a comedic part of the show. It’s a joke, it’s a huge part of the humour in world tour, so saying “well what happened to Cody was pretty serious so you can’t laugh at it and anyone that does is evil” is also stupid. Now ready for my bombshell of a take

Fiction does affect reality and fiction is different from reality are two statements that can coexist.

This can apply to multiple things, shipping, characters, topics and in this case Sierra and Cody.

In regards to sierra and Cody, this means that while what happened to Cody was awful and a serious matter (mainly in real life as the show doesn’t really take it seriously), it is still a joke and a bit of humour, and that while it is funny to laugh with Sierra and at Cody, there is a level of tragedy to this and what happens to him

Uh to wrap up because I’ve just been repeating myself over and over

TL;DR : Sierra and Cody is ultimately a comedic part of the show, but has a level of seriousness to it, and it’s best to acknowledge both

[natsuki208]

jeanmarco meet at a party high as shit and lay on the roof together and stare at the stars and feel a little less alone in the world

Thank you for the request, friend :) I’ll try.

Warning! Includes drugs and its effects on people.

———

What a funky night it is for Jean Kirstein. Everything during tonight’s party is dripping with fun and excitement, from the blaring music remixes to the bright neon colors everywhere, so much chaos for the eyes and ears but he doesn’t care.

He thinks everyone is enjoying it as much as he is, they’re all wiggling about and flapping their arms too but their also staring straight at him. Maybe ‘cause he’s just so f***ing awesome, that’s why.

After yet another shout out to the guys at the pool, Jean finds himself bumping into someone, someone whom is very familiar indeed: Dark hair, brown-ish eyes and little spots in his face that resemble freckles all catch his attention. Jean’s goofy smile gets the boy’s attention too.

‘Jean…’

He hears something, it sounds like his own name but it wasn’t clear. It sounds cool though so he just giggles back.

“Yup… that’s me!”

The image of the boy in front doesn’t look too happy, but how can he? His name is so stylish as sh*t so who can get turned off about that?

The voice gets a bit louder.

‘Jean!..’

Whoever this familiar guy is, he definitely does not approve of his coolness. Jean keeps on going, trying to be lively enough to win this dude over but it isn’t appearing to be working. Suddenly, out of the blue, all the neons fade away and his vision goes all black - ending his boasting with a loud thud.

….

Jean wakes up only to find himself lying on someone’s bed, his head supported by a pillow and a wet cloth on his forehead. He gazes over at the figure at his side, only to recognise his defeated, freckled face immediately.

“M-Marco?”

“Oh, about time you woke up.” He has both relief and disappointment in his tone.

Woke up? Did he fell asleep? Jean doesn’t really remember. What he does no that whatever happened to him or something he did made Marco very upset - he can tell from the obvious furrowed eyebrows.

“What happened? I did something stupid, didn’t I?” His shoulders sag out of guilt and worry.

Marco sighed. “Yes, you did. But it was my fault for not getting here on time to stop you.”

Now Jean feels concerned, for both his friend and his own actions that made him look idiotic. “What? What did I do?”

“Mmm… let’s just say it’ll be the last time you’ll ever give in to Floch’s peer pressure to trying marijuana. That’s for sure.”

Now that brings back one memory, before he lost himself, and he’s irritated about it. “Oh yeah.” He growls to himself.

Still feeling bad about taking that offer from f***ing Floch of all people and upsetting Marco whom recently arrived late, he desperately wants to make it up to him. So he looks over at the bottle of cider on the desk, which he already knows Marco brought that with him, and smiles hesitatingly.

“Say…” he pauses while struggling to sit up. “Do you think… you wanna go somewhere more quiet from all the racket going on in the rooms?”

The signal he subtly gave Marco to the bottle is enough to bring back that cute smile of his. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

And so the two teenage boys manage to get through the crowded corridors and find a ladder reaching for the rooftop, one helping the other because of still-present headache. Up there is where they’ll stay until the party downstairs quiets down, but for now they’ll drink the less alcoholic beverage, stare up into the starry night sky and just enjoy each other’s company.

Every so often, Jean gazes over at his friend’s joyous face and smile of his, and every time it made him smile much more. He doesn’t know what it is but Marco’s nature to quickly turn from anger back to his genuine sweetness on a dime is something for him to admire, you could say it’s pretty attractive… in another way.

He stares into those sparkly brown eyes of his until Marco realises his staring, asks what’s wrong which forces Jean to admit the truth in a very subtle version.

“Marco…” he starts. “W-When I’m with you… I feel… less alone in the world. Y-You know what I mean?”

A hint of surprise prints on Marco’s face, maybe it was a little bit much to say it like that, until the freckled boy shifts a little closer to Jean. Both boys are now side to side lying on the rooftop, their shoulders slightly touching and turning over to look into their eyes. This signifies the answer and Jean feels happy once again.

“I feel the same, Jean.” He replies sweetly before falling asleep. “I really do.”