#rainfall rambles

[everlasting-rainfall]

How would your ocs of your choosing react if a celestial dragon came up to them and said he’s going to marry them 🤔 (bonus if you include the darling yanderes reaction as well ) 

Oh thank you so very much for sending in an ask about my OC’s, dear! It makes me really happy! I’ll do my absolute best to answer it, and I’ll do my best as well to include the Yandere darling’s reactions

I also think that I might actually include some gifs as well in order to show the reactions just a bit better, you know?

Anywho before I start rambling, let’s get into it!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Celestial Dragon Bullshit, Murder, Hypothermia, Violence, Hypnotism, Typical Yandere Stuff

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

🐐-Arabella Monroe (S/O of the Admirals)-🐐

She would likely try to let the bitchass celestial dragon down easy by declining, and saying she’s happily married. Probably hoping for things to not escalate.

Internally though, she’s hoping that this bitchass dragon will suddenly be struck by lightning, or be erased from existence entirely.

Arabella also isn’t stupid, and knows she’ll be in serious trouble if she tries to attack one of those shitty ass dragons. So if things do escalate, her answer is probably just to leave and escape. Probably using her Devil Fruit to do so if she’s pursued. No one ever said she wouldn’t make them look like an idiot trying to catch a ram.

-Admirals Reaction- They might be symbols of Justice, but that kinda flies out the window when it comes to Arabella. They’d all stand up, and set out to take someone down.

It’d all depend on who found the bitchass dragon first as they’d all handle it somewhat differently. Fujitora would appear very calm at first saying he needs to talk to them about something concerning their safety in private, then “Trying to marry a married woman isn’t the best idea for your safety…”

Meanwhile Kizaru would probably be more laidback about what he’s doing, probably even talking to the Bitchass Dragon about Arabella. About everything he likes about her, then asks if they want her. They say yes, and suddenly “Too bad, she’s taken…”. Proceed to murder.

Akainu, and Aokiji both give vibes of not waiting a single second. It’s on sight as soon as they have the chance. They won’t say anything, they won’t interact with the bitchass dragon beyond melting them with lava, or freezing them solid and breaking them. Ryokugyu is probably in the same vein except he’ll drain the fucker of all nutrients until they’re literally just a skeleton. Possibly walking away with some kind of comment of how gross that was.

💍-Oakleigh Vinsmoke (S/O of Judge Vinsmoke)-💍

Oakleigh’s answer to this would probably be to sigh at first, she’s already had to deal with one person who married her against her will.

Much like Arabella, she would try to refuse, but probably be more professional instead of gentle. Probably cold, and sounding uncaring as unlike Arabella, she likely isn’t thinking of what could happen if the situation escalates.

When things escalate, Oakleigh probably doesn’t get to have a reaction. She hasn’t died, but Judge has found her and is taking her away. Probably as the bitchass dragon is shouting, and throwing a fit.

-Judge’s Reaction- I feel like at first, Judge would simply try to ignore the Celestial Dragon like a “You’re bit worth my time or energy sort of thing” as he keeps Oakleigh away from them. But if the bitchass dragon won’t leave her alone, and tries to put their hands on her. That’s when he’ll have enough. He doesn’t care who this person is, he’ll have them dead or locked up in Germa to rot.

He’d probably also be the type to say “No witnesses” just to avoid further headaches or trouble. So unless you’re Oakleigh, or one of his kids. Expect to die.

🏕️-Esther Figarland (S/O of Figarland Garling)-🏕️

Considering Esther is married to a Celestial Dragon, I’d assume that her reaction would probably be confusion at first. Upon realizing that they don’t know who she is, she’d probably tell them to run away while they still can. Of course with it being a Celestial Dragon, they won’t heed the warning. Esther will insist, and the situation will escalate. Overall Esther would be trying to get them to leave in any way possible.

Not because she cares about them in any way, shape, or form as Fuck Those Guys. It’s because she knows what Garling will do and doesn’t wanna see it…

-Garling’s Reaction- No hesitation of murder. I doubt he would even bother with the execution at seeing someone trying to marry what’s his. Like one second, they’re talking and the next. They’ve been sliced in half.

Garling does not give two shits about if the person would be on their knees begging for forgiveness. This person tried to take his wife? That’s all he needs to hear… Off with their head!

☃️-Talvi (S/O of Dalton)-☃️

Talvi barely understood what Dalton was doing when he proposed to her. So I guarantee you that she’ll have no idea what this bitchass Celestial Dragon is doing. She’ll probably wait until they finish speaking then try to greet them, and she thinks screaming is how you greet someone. So she’ll let out this horrified sounding screech for a second before speaking.

If things escalate from there then Talvi doesn’t know nor care about the status of this person, she’ll freeze them and their guards solid. Or kill then with hypothermia by starting a blizzard so they get lost. You have to enter the wilderness a lot of the time to find her after all.

-Dalton’s Reaction- Considering the circumstances of this encounter, Dalton might not even know it happened until it’s over. But if he does then I can imagine him trying to very briefly talk things out first. When that very clearly doesn’t work, Dalton’s patience will wear thin and either kill them himself, or for the sake of keeping Drum Kingdom safe. He’ll look the other way while Talvi freezes the bastard. He’ll blame it on the wilderness when asked, and he can have Talvi alongside keep the people of the island safe.

🎃-Lyra (S/O of Absalom)-🎃

Lyra is a big time scaredy cat, and is pretty bad at interacting with people. Her first instinct would probably be to just go quiet in all honesty like deer in headlights kind of thing. Honestly Lyra probably wouldn’t really know what to do… She’d probably start trying to figure out what to say then somehow get completely sidetracked, and start thinking of other things…

Might even result in her rambling under her breath about things related to death, or things like that. The situation might escalate from there, and when it does. Lyra’s final decision would probably be to just run in all honesty.

-Absalom’s Reaction- I feel like since Absalom can turn invisible, he wouldn’t have to worry at all when it comes to fucking with a Bitchass dragon. So I can imagine Absalom using this to very brutally murder the fucker. He doesn't mind if Lyra fears him more from it, he still has her at the end of the day after all. Plus it’s an extra way to keep her around too. “Oh Lyra… Where will you go, Darling? I’m sure that Celestial Dragon death will be blamed on you, you’ll need me to keep you safe…”

✨-Ophelia (S/O of the Gorosei)-✨

Honestly Ophelia would think they’re joking at first, she’d laugh a little and probably say they need to work on their delivery.

Upon finding out that it’s no joke, she’d turn dead serious and decline before trying to leave. The situation will without a doubt escalate from there because bitchass dragon…

Ophelia is queen of the fairies so her first instinct would be to not even hesitate, and do something to make their life absolutely miserable then she’ll continue with her day like nothing happened. They had their chance to drop it when she walked away, they didn’t take it, and now they’ve suffered the consequences. She won’t lose any sleep over it.

-Gorosei Reaction- I really don’t think that I have to say anything, do I? If even one of them were to see this, then I think death would be a mercy… Especially as Yandere’s…

They might sentence the bitchass dragon to horrific torture, they could also strip them of their title completely. Banish them from the holy land, and leave them to fend for themselves. We all saw what happened to Doflamingo’s family… They’d definitely want the fucker dead, but a quick death is far too lenient of a punishment for trying to take what’s theirs. The only thing, they wouldn’t do is hand them over to the fairies.

They know the fairies can provide a brutal punishment for such an act, but they’d rather not allow the bitchass dragon to lay eyes on Ophelia ever again.

💌-Tender (S/O of T-Bone)-💌

Tender would probably be incredibly surprised at first. She’s a skeleton lady that a lot of people on her island find unnerving, so having a Bitchass Dragon want to marry her? She’s surprised.

Surprise will turn to disgust however as although Tender believes everyone is beautiful if you love them, she doesn’t love this person plus they’re very ugly on the inside.

Regardless Tender is trying to be polite, she’s trying to excuse herself from the conversation as much as possible. Of course, the bitchass dragon isn’t allowing it.

If the situation does escalate which it probably will, Tender will use her ultimate method for getting people to leave her alone. Eating something, and letting the person watch as it goes down an invisible throat into her stomach.

-T Bone’s Reaction-

So honestly I feel like he would have a rather simple reaction. He does know that attacking his darling’s harasser is a bad idea, it could get them both in some serious trouble so he has to hold himself back to not commit assault, or murder…

He’d probably do something like come up to her, and kiss her with the wedding ring on full display. Just as a subtle way of telling the dragon to “Fuck off, she’s mine and you can’t have her”.

Afterwards he’ll pull back, and probably not even excuse himself from the conversation. He’ll just put a hand on his wife’s back, and usher her away. Tender is his, no matter what happens.

🛌-Estelle (S/O of Caesar Clown)-🛌

Ok so Estelle is asleep most of the time due to her Devil Fruit, she’s rarely awake… And when she sleepwalks or rather sleep fights, she’s an absolute menace…

Estelle has been known to rip through walls when she sleepwalks. If a bitchass dragon says they’re going to marry her, she won’t react at all. Nothing will happen as she’ll keep moving.

The situation will escalate of course because “How dare you!”, and when that happens. Estelle will become violent, and either beat said Celestial Dragon to death or completely KO them. Then she’ll keep going until she heads back to bed on her own, or is guided there.

-Caesar Clown’s Reaction-

Assuming that Estelle didn’t kill the bastard when she became violent, Caesar would probably be pretty pissed just like any Yandere would. He’d probably completely forget about getting Estelle back to bed for the time being.

All that Celestial Dragon would hear is the sound of “Shurororo!!” before the area that they’re in starts filling with poisonous gas. Caesar doesn’t care, and will take a lot of delight in poisoning them. Watching them gasp for air.

He’s not even thinking about the potential consequences from this. Taking his sleepyhead? Nope… They should be grateful that Caesar isn’t doing something much worse…

🌈-Ivy (S/O of CP0 excluding Fukurou and Spandam)-🌈

Okay so Ivy would probably be in a state of absolute shock, first and foremost. It’s not because the bitchass dragon is proposing to her. It’s because her S/O’s keep her far away from their work, so she’s more surprised this fucker encountered her.

After the shock in all honesty would be a feeling of nervousness like “I’ll be okay, all I have to do is say no… They’ll get me out of here…” so she does… Now I’ve commented on this before… Ivy’s bad ending is being taken by a Celestial Dragon, and her S/O’s not saving her…

The next emotion that she would feel is despair as her S/O’s don’t step in when the situation escalates, Ivy could try to escape… But there’s no telling what could happen, her brain is running a mile a minute and trying to process everything that’s happening…

Right now, her entire focus is on trying to get away though… She doesn’t know where she’s going, where can she go? She isn’t sure, but she needs to get away… That much she knows…

-CP0 Reaction-

Okay so her S/O’s despite what it may seem are absolutely pissed about what happened, they just aren’t stepping in because of their beliefs. The World Government, and the Celestial Dragons are always correct and must not be disobeyed.

Lucci, Kaku, and Jabra are absolutely enraged beyond belief. Their animalistic sides from their Devil fruits are screaming at them to brutally kill the bastard who dares to try and take their mate away, but they hold themselves back.

All of them are internally hoping that she gets away, they’ll even be half heartedly chasing her if they’re commanded to pursue her. Kalifa just barely misses catching her arm, Kumadori very dramatically trips over something, Blueno crashes into a wall when Ivy makes a “sharp” turn, etc.

They don’t want to hand her over, and they’re internally fighting with themselves over this. If Ivy does manage to escape too then they might breathe a sigh of relief. Stussy might even take matters into her own hands as well, and completely kidnap Ivy. Just to ensure that Ivy isn’t handed over to any Celestial Dragons, she’ll take her…

🎟️-Lyric (S/O of the Blackbeard Pirates)-🎟️

Lyric’s reaction all depends on what kind of mood she’s in. This girl has been known to knock away cannonballs like they’re flies when angry after all.

If Lyric is in a good mood then her mood will immediately sour, she’ll give an incredibly harsh “No”. Probably insulting everything about the Celestial Dragon if they persist. She doesn’t give a fuck, she already has a bounty on her head from being associated with the Blackbeard Pirates… Life can’t get worse…

If Lyric is in a bad mood then she’ll give the same harsh “No” but when they persist, she’ll probably just say “That’s it!” and completely KO the fucker. Kinda like Estelle except Lyric is conscious, and has a smaller chance of having killed them.

You might think that Lyric would be on board with being taken from the Blackbeard Pirates considering they kidnapped her, and burned down her circus. But no… Lyric knows what life will be like if she goes with this fucker, she’ll have way less rights if she goes with them… At least with the Blackbeard Pirates, she’s let outside if she’s good…

-Blackbeard Pirates Reaction-

Honestly seeing Lyric outright refuse the Celestial Dragons offer, and then possibly seeing her absolutely knock out the bastard? It’s probably arousing for some of them in all honesty…

They are Yandere’s after all, and seeing that makes them think “She loves us, she doesn’t wanna leave!”. They’d probably try to get a bit handsy with her afterwards in order to initiate something like when she’s made to sit next to Teach, one arm around her with his hand attempting to go down her shirt.

As for what happens to the Celestial Dragon? They’d just straight up kill him… Keeping him for other purposes like work would turn out to be far more trouble than it was worth…

The only reason that they’d keep him alive for so long though is because they’re debating on the method of which to go about it, and who gets to do it…

🌀-Faeleen (S/O of Kuro, Jango, and Fullbody)-🌀

Faeleen is under a constant state of hypnosis due to Jango, this has likely made her just as Yandere for them as they are for her. So if a Celestial Dragon tries to marry her, she’ll say no before they even finish their sentence.

If they keep persisting? On second thought, sure! You look like you’d be way better than my current partners… Listen, how about we go somewhere private for a bit, and enjoy ourselves for a while?

When they get there, Faeleen will show absolutely no mercy… She’ll come out of there completely covered in blood, you might not even be able to tell that the bloodbath left behind was a person…

Faeleen loves her darlings more than anything in the world when she’s under hypnosis, she’d kill for them… If she wasn’t under hypnosis though, she wouldn’t have done any of this… If Faeleen wasn’t hypnotized then she likely would have tried to say no, attempted to run when things escalated, and either died or got captured…

-Kuro, Jango, and Fullbody’s Reaction-

Honestly I don’t know if they’d even know if Faeleen killed a Celestial Dragon for them. She might not tell them, and probably explain the blood on her clothes as just a few punks gave her trouble on the way back to them but she took care of it.

The only way that they’d probably find out is if what’s remaining of the bastard is identified, and linked back to her. Now she has the highest bounty out of anyone in the crew, but although this is headache inducing. It does somewhat make them happy to see how in love with them the hypnosis has made her. Before the hypnosis, she was trying to ditch Kuro for being a pirate and now? Willing to kill for each of them!

Despite being happy though, Jango probably has to redo her hypnosis to make it so that she’s less willing to murder people. Simply because it causes less problems that way.

[badshah-cornelius]

It's wild to be living in lower NY right as the area is being blasted by multiple wildfires, which may or may not be put out because we're getting our first show of the season

[istariray23]

Best moment ever ❤️

The bed and the weather = comfy sleep

[alteredphoenix]

If it can stop raining for one day like it has the past three nights, I might actually be bothered to try and get some writing done without having to worry about the power flickering and going out for a hot minute :V

[albiclalepsza]

Ok but the Croat guys who have these helmets with saws and they just headbutt zombies to kill them are so goofy

[shinmiyovvi]

That feeling when that earthquake almost made you dizzy and could throw up any minute

[romanticaacore]

Sunday's love would come to him in waves.

It starts like the gentle pitter patter of rainfall, just barely there. He notices the way you look out for him, how you go out of your way to make things just a little less awkward for him. He could not figure out if this goodwill was due to pity or a genuine desire to show him a sliver of kindness but regardless of that, the thought of knowing that he was not entirely all on his own was just... Comforting.

He would sit on a cozy chair, cup of tea in hand, his mind racked with guilt from his crimes of the past. The vast emptiness of the cosmos stares back at him, millions upon millions of shimmering stars all there right before him, just out of hands reach, each one a new promise for a better and brighter future. Just as when he feels as though he is going to fall apart, how his grief stricken heart is enveloped in more sharp thorns, Sunday feels a presence behind him. A warm hand is placed on his shoulder and he immediately knows who it is.

No words are exchanged, not even a single glance is necessary in order to enjoy this soft moment of tranquility. After a while, Sunday makes the bold move of placing his hand on your own, gloved fingers just shy from entwining together.

The soft pitter patter soon shifts into something much stronger.

Sunday makes sure to analyze absolutely anything that catches your eye and he is not even aware that he is doing it at the start. He talks and talks for what feels like ages, to which the Astral Express crew usually gives him flack for, telling him to just calm down a little.

You never did that. You would let him speak his mind, eager to hear his thoughts, even if his rambles could take some time to wrap up. Sunday would always feel so bad for making you listen to him and would apologize every single time, but whenever he would look into your eyes he was met with warm acceptance.

A man's heart could only take so much.

Sunday soon felt himself choking on air whenever he would see you, always eager to stay composed and charming. His biggest desire was to impress you and he was no stranger for faking it till he made it.

And it would all crumble to dust whenever you would just stand next to him, his heart racing so hard and fast in his chest that it left him puzzled on how he was still alive.

He figured that you had cast some sort of spell on him. It was an irrational thought, a downright foolish one even but it was the only one his brain could come up with. How else could he account for the loss of sleep? How else was he going to explain away the sickness in his stomach whenever you grazed by his side, your smell enticing him to follow you to the end of the universe if need be?

It was all but too late when he realized in just what sort of predicament he was in. The blinding thunder in his soul was too powerful to ignore. The wicked thorns of love had taken root in his heart and would not budge. You had become a part of his routine, something so comforting and sweet that it felt like a sweet dream.

Sunday had always been a dreamer ever since he could walk. But now, he had discovered a new one, a dream which he was not sure he could ever let go of.

[lipstick-and-libraries]

Rainfall and Realizations PT.2

𓋜 Pairing: Minho (XO, Kitty) x fem! Reader

𓋜 Series: The Roommate Exchange

𓋜 Summary: A rainy afternoon in Kitty’s and your dorm brings you closer to her charming but flustered friend, Minho. Between teasing remarks, upcoming secrets and an unexpected walk, sparks begin to fly as Minho starts to see you in a new light.

𓋜 Notes:

Hello again!,

I just want to say, I'm so surprised that the first little drabble has reached about 100 people at this point, thank you to everyone reading and leaving a like <3

While I didn't think I'd be continuing the first part, I am very very happy to do so. I have a couple Ideas, so lets see how long this little slowburn is gonna take, but do feel free to give feedback, ideas or corrections :)

Thank you again, and I hope you have fun with this next part, and the newest little secret (Y/N) possibly has

Taglist!! <3: @finnbbl, @literallysza(tysm, ily)

The days following Minho’s first meeting with (Y/N) were…confusing. For someone who prided himself on being the most self-assured person at KISS, Minho now found himself unsettled, distracted, and unusually tongue-tied.

He hated how much he found himself looking for excuses to hang out in Kitty’s dorm, pretending to help with her chaotic plans or offering to grab coffee with her, only to find himself scanning the room for (Y/N).

And then there was (Y/N) herself. If she noticed Minho’s newfound awkwardness, she didn’t let on. She greeted him the same way every time—calm, composed, and polite but never overly enthusiastic. It drove him crazy.

One rainy afternoon, Minho found himself at Kitty’s dorm again. It had become a ritual of sorts—Kitty would ramble on about her latest love triangle (or square, depending on the day), and Minho would half-listen, his attention split between her words and the hope that (Y/N) would walk in.

“…and then she had the nerve to ask if I wanted to go shopping with her,” Kitty was saying, pacing the small living room.

Minho leaned back on the couch, pretending to listen. His attention kept drifting to the door.

“And you’re not even listening,” Kitty said, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

“What? No, I am,” Minho said quickly. “Shopping with Yuri. Terrible idea. Definitely don’t do it.”

Kitty sighed, flopping onto the armchair across from him. “You’re the worst, you know that?”

Before Minho could respond, the door creaked open. (Y/N) stepped inside, balancing a tray of fresh cookies. She glanced at them, her lips curving into a small smile.

“Kitty, I made a little something for you,” she said, setting the tray on the counter. Her gaze flickered to Minho briefly. “Oh. Hi, Minho.”

Minho straightened up instinctively. “Hey.”

Kitty raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of them. “Cookies? You’ve been spoiling me lately, (Y/N).”

“It’s nothing,” (Y/N) said, putting a couple of them on a platter for Kitty and sliding it across the counter. “I wanted to take some time to bake something again anyway.”

Minho hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Any left over for me?”

(Y/N) glanced at him, her expression unreadable, before nodding. She prepared another plate and handed it to him. Their fingers brushed briefly as he took it, and Minho felt his stomach flip.

“Thanks,” he muttered, taking a bite to hide his reaction.

As the rain pattered against the windows, the three of them settled into a strangely comfortable rhythm. Kitty alternated between brainstorming ideas and scrolling through her phone, while Minho and (Y/N) exchanged occasional remarks about the weather and school.

Minho found himself watching (Y/N) more than he intended. She sat cross-legged on the floor, her plate balanced precariously on the edge of the table. Her hair was slightly frizzy from the humidity, and she wore an oversized sweater that looked impossibly soft.

“So,” (Y/N) said suddenly, looking at Minho. “What’s your role in Kitty’s master plan today?”

Minho blinked, caught off guard. “Uh, I’m the…idea guy?”

“Really?” (Y/N) said, raising an eyebrow. “Because it seems like Kitty’s doing all the talking.”

Kitty snorted. “Exactly. He’s useless.”

“Hey,” Minho protested, feigning offense. “I’m providing moral support.”

“Moral support doesn’t count if you’re just sitting there looking pretty,” (Y/N) said, her tone light but teasing.

Minho’s cheeks flushed at the unexpected compliment—or was it an insult? He couldn’t tell.

“Looking pretty is a full-time job,” he shot back, recovering quickly.

(Y/N) smiled faintly, her eyes glinting with amusement. “Must be exhausting.”

Soon after, (Y/N) excused herself to work on her writing, leaving Minho and Kitty alone again.

“You’re staring,” Kitty said, not looking up from her phone.

“What?” Minho said, snapping out of his thoughts.

“At (Y/N),” Kitty clarified, smirking. “You’ve been staring at her all afternoon.”

“I have not,” Minho said, a little too quickly.

“Right,” Kitty said, drawing out the word. “You’re so obvious, it’s painful.”

Minho groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not…staring. I just think she’s—”

“Gorgeous?” Kitty supplied.

Minho sighed. “Fine. Yes. But it’s not like that.”

“Sure it isn’t,” Kitty said, her smirk widening.

The tea that was made to go along with the cookies was long gone, the rain still drumming softly against the windows, and Minho couldn’t stop replaying the interaction in his head. Her words—“Must be exhausting”—had been light, teasing, but there was something about the way (Y/N) looked at him when she said it. Not dismissive, not disinterested. Amused, maybe even intrigued. Or was he imagining that?

“Minho,” Kitty’s voice cut through his thoughts, dragging him back to reality.

“Huh?”

Kitty rolled her eyes dramatically. “You’re really bad at hiding it.”

“Hiding what?” he said, attempting a casual shrug that probably looked as awkward as it felt.

“You, staring at her like she’s some mysterious treasure map you’re trying to figure out,” Kitty said, her smirk firmly in place.

“I don’t stare,” Minho said defensively. “I glance. Occasionally, and don't mention it again, we just talked about that 20 minutes ago!”

Kitty let out a laugh, shaking her head. “You’re in trouble, I'm just trying to get that into your head”

“I’m not,” Minho insisted, though the heat rising in his cheeks told a different story. “I just think she’s…interesting.”

“Oh, she is,” Kitty agreed. “But don’t think you’re going to win her over by just sitting here and looking pretty.”

“I don’t—” Minho started, but Kitty cut him off.

“Please. I know you. You think a few charming smiles and a well-timed compliment are all it takes.”

Minho scowled, but he couldn’t exactly argue. That had worked for him in the past. “And what, oh wise Kitty, do you suggest I do?”

Kitty tilted her head, considering. “Maybe try talking to her. Actually talking. Ask her about her life, her interests—be genuine for once.”

Minho opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, the door to (Y/N)’s room creaked open. She stepped out, clutching her laptop and a notebook, her hair pulled into a clip-up hairstyle.

“I’m heading to the library,” (Y/N) said, glancing between them.

“In this weather?” Kitty asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s quieter when it’s raining,” (Y/N) said with a small shrug.

"Besides, I want to meet up with a guy that needs tutoring, he's hopeless"

"Just some guy, huh?" Minho pauses for a second, watching her every move.

"A random guy that you're bringing some of your cookies?"

(Y/N turns around, facing him with a judging look: "If you really think about it, you're also 'Just a Guy' at the moment"

Minho's brows furrow, and you could almost hear Kitty's low wince in reaction to her statement

“I’ll walk with you,” Minho said, standing before he even realized what he was doing.

(Y/N) blinked, clearly surprised. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” Minho said, his tone a little too eager. He quickly added, “I mean, I’ve been cooped up here for hours. I could use some air.”

Kitty barely stifled a laugh, but (Y/N) simply nodded. “Alright, if you’re sure.”

Minho grabbed his jacket, ignoring Kitty’s smug expression as he followed (Y/N) out the door.

The rain had softened into a light drizzle by the time they stepped outside. (Y/N) pulled her hood up, clutching her laptop bag close as they walked.

“So,” Minho began, struggling to find a topic. “The library, huh? Big plans?”

“I just need some quiet to work,” (Y/N) said, glancing at him briefly.

“On what?” he asked, genuinely curious.

She hesitated for a moment before answering. “I write sometimes. Nothing major.”

“Like essays?” Minho guessed.

“Not exactly,” she said, her lips twitching into a faint smile. “More like…thoughts. Stories. Poetry, sometimes.”

Minho raised an eyebrow, genuinely impressed. “Wow. I didn’t know that.”

“Well, now you do,” (Y/N) said lightly.

They walked in silence for a moment, the rain-soaked campus unusually quiet around them. Minho found himself stealing glances at her, trying to piece together the puzzle of who she was.

“What about you?” (Y/N) asked suddenly, catching him off guard. “What do you do when you’re not hanging out with Kitty or obsessing over your wardrobe?”

“I don’t obsess over clothes, or only hang out with Kitty” Minho said defensively.

(Y/N) gave him a knowing look: "You cant deny the fashion thing, and you do hang out with Kitty a lot at the moment, you seem to be attached at the hip"

“Okay, maybe a little, but not the Kitty thing! She's nice don't get me wrong, but..” he admitted, stopping his rant when he saw (Y/N)'s expression

“But I do other things. Like…uh…” He faltered, realizing he didn’t have a good answer. “I’m pretty into music,” he said finally. “I play piano.”

(Y/N)’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “Really? I wouldn’t have guessed that.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know,” she said, her tone teasing. “You don’t exactly give off ‘classical music prodigy’ vibes.”

“First of all, I’m not a prodigy,” Minho said. “And second, I’m full of surprises.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” (Y/N) said, her faint smile returning.

They reached the library steps, and (Y/N) paused, turning to face him.

“Thanks for walking with me,” she said.

“Anytime,” Minho said, and for once, he meant it.

(Y/N) hesitated, like she wanted to say something else, but instead, deciding for an alternative.

"Minho?"

"Yes?"

"If you ever get lonely when Kitty's out causing chaos, feel free to stop by anyway, alright?"

Minho and her shared a smile before she nodded and disappeared through the library doors.

Minho stood there for a moment, watching the door close behind her. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, replaying their conversation in his head. It wasn’t much, but it felt like progress.

By the time he got back to the dorm, Kitty was waiting for him, sprawled out on the couch with a knowing grin.

“Well?” she asked.

“Well, what?”

Kitty rolled her eyes. “How’d it go? Did you manage to form a complete sentence?”

“Very funny,” Minho said, kicking off his shoes. “We talked.”

“And?”

“And…she’s interesting,” Minho admitted, flopping onto the couch.

She gave him an expecting look, leaning forward towards him

He have her a judgy up-and-down look before asking: "What?"

Kitty groaned and shook her head.

"And? There was something else I know it"

Minho's lips twitched into something resembling a smile before gaining back his facial control

"Well...", he hesitated for a second, "She did indirectly invite me to hang out?"

Kitty’s grin widened. “You’re so doomed.”

That night, as Minho sat at his desk, he found himself scrolling through his phone, staring at the submission screen for the anonymous blog everyone at KISS loved. He didn’t know why he was considering it, but something about (Y/N)’s quiet confidence had gotten under his skin.

Without overthinking, he typed out a message:

“How do you get to know someone who’s completely different from anyone you’ve ever met? Someone who makes you feel like you’re not as put together as you think you are?”

He hesitated before hitting send, then shook his head and closed the app. It wasn’t like she would ever see it.

Or so he thought.

part 3

[simplyhughes]

Reunion | Evan “Buck” Buckley x Reader

WC: 2.2K

Request: “Pis pls plss do a childhood friends to lovers w buck like she moved to La to be close to buck and everyone at the 118 thinks they're dating because of how close they are but they aren't dating YET and can you please try to throw in a heated argument between them that ends with a heated kiss!!!!!! Pls plss plsss”

Pairing: Evan Buckley X Fem!Reader

Warning: sad childhood ?? Idk nothing rlly

A/N: Please give me feedback!! I hope you like it!!!

It was always Buck and Y/N—everyone knew that. The two of you had been inseparable ever since you moved in next door in the second grade. It all started with Maddie babysitting you for some extra pocket money. You adored her; she was the sister you’d always wished for. And when Buck began tagging along, the rest was history.

The day Buck told you he’d been kicked out of community college, your heart broke for him. When you pulled away from the hug meant to comfort him, he shared that Maddie had given him some money to figure out his next steps. You questioned him, pestered him, trying to keep him from doing something irrational. By the end of the conversation, he stormed out of your apartment, slamming the door behind him, leaving you sitting there in tears.

Once Buck hit the road to California, his regret set in. He knew he had to do this for himself, to find himself. His guilt poured in like rainfall. After a couple hours of driving, A few hours into the drive, he pulled into a rest stop with a diner and ordered coffee and pancakes. Without thinking, he dialed your number, desperate to make things right. The two of you talked for over an hour, hashing out everything. You understood his need for a fresh start, but it devastated you that it wouldn’t include you.

When the call ended, both parties felt relieved. You promised to come visit when you finished school and both of you vowed to stay in touch. The vow was never broken. Everyday you hear new thrilling anecdotes of Evans' life. The trashing fire he put out, now that he was a firefighter, or the crazy new fling of the week. Though every time he brings up a new girl you feel your heart pang, you stay happy for him and you're grateful to hear his voice.

After you received your diploma, you wasted no time. With your degree in hand and a mix of nerves and excitement in your chest, you booked the next flight to the City of Angels. Maddie, now living in Los Angeles herself, was the one who gave you Buck’s current address.

You’d thought about this moment for years, imagining how it would feel to see him again. The two of you had kept in touch, but phone calls and texts could only do so much. You wanted to be there in person, to see him in his element, living the life he’d always dreamed of.

When you arrived, standing outside his apartment door, you hesitated. What if things had changed too much? What if the years apart had built walls that even your bond couldn’t break? But before you could overthink it, the door swung open, and there he was—Buck, with his boyish grin and those familiar eyes that held both surprise and joy.

“Y/N?” he said, his voice laced with disbelief.

“Hi, Buck,” you replied, your heart pounding.

Without a second thought, he engulfed you in a bone-crushing hug, sweeping you off the ground and spinning you around like a rag doll. When your feet finally touched the floor, his hands cupped your face, his eyes searching yours.

“You look beautiful, Y/N. I missed you so much,” he confessed.

Before you could reply, his excitement took over. “Oh! You have to meet my team! They’re going to love you…” He rambled on about how great they were, how much he’d missed you, and how everyone already knew all about you.

Grabbing your hand, he led you out of the apartment and down to the parking lot. It was crazy—like no time had passed at all. Everything between you felt natural, just as it had before he left.

Buck opened the door of his Jeep, helping you into the passenger seat before rushing around to climb in himself.

“Wait… Are we really going to meet them?” you asked nervously. You’d heard so much about his team, but this was all so sudden.

“Well, I was already on my way to work. This is perfect! Don’t worry—they already know all about you,” he assured you with a grin.

The firehouse was bigger than you’d thought. Buck leads the way with you trailing closely behind him, almost hiding yourself from the fire fighters inside the house.

“HEYYY BUCKAROO!” Echoed through the house, originating from on top of one of the fire engines.

“Hey Chim! Look- I brought someone!” Buck chirped.

“You brought someone?” Spoke a man who had walked out of the locker room. From all the pictures that Buck sent of his new LA family, you were pretty sure this was Eddie. Now standing in the middle of the fire house, Buck tugged on your arm pulling you out in front of him. You are now face to face with three members of Evans team. Chim, who was on top of the Engine, climbs his way down standing next to Eddie.

“Guys, this is Y/N!” Buck exclaims, acting as if this was an elementary show and tell.

“Wait, the Y/N?” A woman you “knew” as Hen questioned.

“Like Pennsylvania Y/N?” Eddie followed up.

“That's me.” You reply sheepishly, giving them a small wave.

“It is very nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Bobby” The older of the four introduced himself, sticking out his hand for you to shake.

“Captain Nash, right?” You question, shaking his hand softly. In return, he nods with a sweet smile.

You shuffle back, finding your place next Buck, whose beaming smile never left his face. He loops an arm around your waist, giving you a reassuring nod. Buck announces he is gonna give you the “grand tour” of the fire house. He clasps your hand with his as he pulls you off upstairs.

Hen, Chim and Eddie lounged across the couch, subtling watching you and Buck. Your elbows rest on the kitchen counter sipping on a glass of water Buck poured for you. His mouth is talking a mile a minute, subconsciously always keeping a hand on you. The other firefighters watch Buck, noting his eyes gleaming with awe. Buck sweeps his large hand across your forehead sweeping a strand of hair out from your face.

“I missed you” He whispers as he pulls you in for a hug.

“I missed you too—” You began to respond before you got rudely interrupted by the piercing sound of the alarm.

“Hey, you can go back to my place or hangout here. Whatever you want, mkay? I gotta go, but I'll see you too.” He quickly explains releasing you from the hug, placing a soft kiss against the top of your head. You didn't even have time to respond before he ran away with a grin. He shoots down the firepole meeting the rest of the team for departure. Overlooking from the banister, you watch him in action. The engine pulls out, sirens blazing. Now you are left all alone.

After a minute, you decided to call an uber back to Buck’s place. Only one problem, you couldn't find your phone. You retraced all your steps and still couldn’t find it. Ten minutes later is when you realize your phone was left back at Buck's apartment. You didn't want to take Buck's car and overstep, so your only option left was to hang around until the 118 got back.

A couple hours later, the truck pulls back into the bay. You watch the team file off the truck, shedding their heavy gear and recapping about the recent call. After a minute you spot Buck and his group.

“So, what's with you and Y/N?” Hen asks.

“What do you mean?” He hums, tossing his jacket over his shoulder.

“You’re like attached by the hip!” Chim jokes.

“You guys together?” Eddie pesters nudging Bucks shoulder.

“Huh? What? Nonono, she has been my best friend since forever! Like a second sister!” He defends himself. That felt like a kick to your gut. Suddenly, your stomach swirled with lost hope. A gloss film spread across your eyes, but you tilted your head up to rid the tears.

After the team put all their stuff away, Buck spots you in a similar spot to where he left you. He gestures you to make your way down to him. You sluggishly trot down the stairs, approaching him.

“I thought you woulda left.”

“I forgot my phone back at your place, I wanted to call an uber.”

“You could have taken my car! But m’sorry, I hope you were able to entertain yourself.”

“It was no problem.” You shrugged.

“You good “Y/NN?” He questioned, voice laced with concern.

In return, you nod offering your best smile. “Just jetlagged.” You lied.

“Here i'll get you an uber. I'm on call for a few more hours and I'll be home ASAP.” He smiled, opening the app on his phone.

You sprawled out against Bucks couch, flicking through the channels on tv. But you are too lost in your head to decide on a show. Not only did you realize your feelings for Buck but how could you have been so foolish to think he thought of you that day? He is a jacked firefighter with all the gorgeous LA girls at his disposal. You were just next door neighbor Y/N.

Buck arrives back at the apartment a few hours later, exhausted but grinning when he sees you sprawled on the couch.

“Y/N, you here?” he calls out, dropping his bag by the door.

“Yeah, on the couch.,” you reply, sitting up, though your voice lacks its usual spark.

He notices. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You hesitate, but the events of the day are still fresh. He tosses a pillow off the couch, making room for himself, plopping down next to you. Finally, you blurt out, “Why did you say that to them?”

Buck freezes, confused. “Say what?”

“That I’m like a second sister to you,” you snap, the words spilling out before you can stop them.

Buck’s brows knit together. “Because that’s what you are! What’s wrong with that?”

The emotional dam breaks. “Because I’m not your sister, Buck! I flew across the country to be here—to be with you. Do you even realize how much you mean to me? And to hear you say that…” You trail off, your voice cracking.

He steps closer, his voice softening. “Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that. I just—”

“You just don’t see me the way I see you,” you cut him off, tears threatening to spill. “And that’s fine, Buck. But I can’t keep pretending this is enough.”

Buck’s jaw tightens, and his frustration rises. “You think I don’t care about you? I care about you more than anything—maybe too much. That’s why I said it, okay? Because if I lose you, I don’t know what I’d do!”

His words hit you like a freight train, and the room goes silent except for your uneven breathing.

“Then stop saying things like that,” you whisper.

Buck stares at you, his chest heaving. “You have no idea how hard it was to be that far away from you. And now to be this close to you and not—”

“Not what?” you challenge, stepping closer.

His restraint snaps. “This,” he whispers, and in one fluid motion, he cups your face and crashes his lips against yours.

The kiss is searing, all pent-up frustration and years of unspoken feelings spilling over. Your hands tangle in his hair as you pull him closer, melting into him as though the world outside doesn’t exist.

When you finally break apart, both of you are breathless, his forehead resting against yours, the only sound being you struggling to catch your breath.

“I’ve loved you for so long, Y/N. It killed me to leave you.” he admits, his voice hoarse.

Your heart swells, and a small smile tugs at your lips. “Took you long enough to say it Buckley.”

He pulls you into another hug, his strong arms wrapping around you tightly like he’s afraid to let go. “So…does this mean you’re not leaving anytime soon?”

“Not unless you want me to,” you tease, your voice lighter now.

Buck leans back, his eyes meeting yours. “I don’t want you to go. Ever.”

“You’re stuck with me, Buck,” you murmur, a soft smile playing on your lips.

“Good,” he says, pressing a kiss to your hair.

[tardisblueten]

Desperate To Cool Off

[Tenth Doctor x Reader smut]

Content warning: SMUT (18+ ONLY), sex pollen, (slight) breeding kink! fem reader, riding, creampie, kinddd of subby/whiney/desperate doctor.

Summary: The Doctor and his companion accidentally get a hold of an aphrodisiac pollen on an alien planet.

Notes: This is my first time writing any kind of creative fiction really since MIDDLE SCHOOL... so please bare with me and let me know what you think! <3

The day started off typical. Well, typical for the Doctor and his companion. The Tardis had just abruptly landed in the middle of an exotic rainforest on an alien planet. The two of you stepped out of the Tardis and took in the breathtaking scenery. Beautiful alien trees and colorful vegetation surrounded you in every direction. Foreign bird-like, and insect-like creatures chirped and buzzed loudly. The forest floor was coated with twisting bright green vines that were dampened from the last rainfall. You wasted no time running off to explore, your face beaming with excitement. The Doctor smiled fondly at how cute you are when you’re excited.

You spent the adventure gawking at the outlandish plants. “Oh that’s an Arthropodemorus.” The Doctor informed you as you leaned in to get a closer look at the bizarre plant with teeth. “It kind of reminds me of a-” “Venus fly trap?” The Doctor cut you off, smugly grinning with his hands in his pockets. You glared at him and playfully rolled your eyes, “Yes.” Sometimes the know-it-all attitude of the Doctor annoyed you, but it definitely didn’t make you love him any less. “Distant cousins! They eat the pesky insects native to this planet. Helps keep them from over-populating the ecosystem.” He smiled.

“Oooh what about this one?” You were mesmerized by a beautifully weird looking flower, about the size of your head, just to the left of you. You crouched down to its level and the Doctor leaned over you to inspect the large plant. It had gorgeous thin spiky petals that faded from white to a deep purple. The middle part of the flower was an ominous dark red with a giant green stigma and stamens erecting from it. “Oh dear…” The Doctor nervously murmured. “Isn’t this just beautiful…” You whispered, inching in even closer to admire it. “Y/N… If I’m not mistaken, that’s a very dangerous plant-” The Doctor urgently tugged on your elbow, trying to get you to stand up. “I think it’s best if we took a step back just for safety precautions because-” 

Before you could even fully process the Doctor’s rambling, the flower suddenly puckered and viciously spat out an enormous thick cloud of yellow dust. It hit you right in the face causing you to jolt back and fall onto the ground. The Doctor stumbled back, nearly falling over himself as the cloud infiltrated his nostrils too. The both of you were stunned, coughing and choking on the cloud of gold pollen that slowly wafted throughout the surrounding area. “Y/N…” The Doctor gasped out between wheezy coughs. He fanned the air with one hand and helped you up to your wobbling feet with his other as you both struggled to breathe. The Doctor led the two of you back to the safety of the Tardis in a hurry, running as fast as both of your wobbly legs could carry you, nearly tripping on the exotic vines and roots of the forest floor. 

The Doctor slammed the Tardis door behind him. He leaned against it in distress as he hacked more. You ran towards the console and let your weak body crash to the floor. You both heaved for a few moments, desperately trying to catch your breath and finally breathe in some clean air. You looked up at the Doctor who was across the room. He was limply sitting on the floor, back leaning against the Tardis door, limbs sprawled out pathetically, chest heaving exhaustedly, face glistening with sweat and flushed bright pink, tickled with a few remaining particles of the golden irritant. His hair was more wild than usual, a few tendrils in the front clung to his face from the sweat. He looked so… good… That was all you could think as you weakly laid there and looked up at the man through your damp eyelashes. 

Your pink cheeks felt like they were on fire. There was an all consuming heat that burned you inside out. You felt beyond intoxicated. Your clothes clung to your sticky, sweaty body. All you wanted to do was rip your clothes off, to get some kind of relief from this dreadful heat. “Doctor…” You cried out to him from the floor. He would know how to fix this.  Whatever this was. You tried to stand up, your legs trembled and you almost fell back down on the way up.

“Y/N…” The Time Lord grunted as he shot out his palm to you, gesturing for you to stay away. He started to remove his overcoat and unbutton his dress shirt, desperate to cool off. “Don’t… don’t come any closer.” His voice was tired and hoarse from the violent coughing fit from earlier. “Doctor… please… What do I do?” You cried out helplessly again, slowly stumbling towards him despite his orders. You tugged at your shirt that was sticking to you.

The Doctor tried his best to be a gentleman and avert his gaze to anything else but he just couldn’t. Your shirt was drenched in your sweat, making it nearly completely see through and revealing the neon pink bra you wore. There was a deep ache he felt between his legs. “Doctor please…” You whined again. “I’m so hot.” You crumpled to the ground just a few feet in front of him. 

All the Doctor could do was just stare. But he wanted nothing more than to help you. You were his companion. He cared about you. He hated seeing you in so much distress like this. He needed to help you.

“T-take off your clothes…” He panted. Your head shot up at him and you quickly nodded. You wasted no time in ripping off your wet shirt and discarding it thoughtlessly. If it would rid you of this mind numbing heat, you would do anything he said. You sat up on your knees and hurriedly attempted to undo your jeans. Your shaky hands foolishly fumbled with the button. You gasped as your eyes caught the Doctor’s hands skillfully working on his own buttons of his white undershirt. His hands were so much larger than your own…Your mind started to wander off to the thought of what his fingers would feel like on you. In you. You felt a strong twinge between your thighs. You swiftly yanked down your jeans and the fire that took over your body was finally starting to extinguish just the tiniest bit. You sighed in relief and collapsed onto the Doctor, drunkenly throwing your arms around his bare shoulders. You felt sparks on your damp skin when it made contact with his. It still wasn’t near enough though.

All the Doctor could feel was your bra clad breasts squishing against his flushed jaw, and his trousers tightening. He knew exactly what this was. He knew from the moment he saw the deceitfully beautiful flower. He knew exactly what was happening. He knew exactly how much time you had until all hell broke loose. He knew exactly what the only antidote was. But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t do this to his best friend. It wasn’t professional and it broke all his codes. But the heat between his legs was only growing stronger and stronger. And he knew it was only a matter of time before he wouldn’t be able to control it any longer. 

The man gently pushed you off of him and anxiously but firmly placed his hands on your shoulders. The contact made your shoulders feel like they had just been struck by lightning. “Y/N…” He gulped as he looked into your dilated eyes. “That pollen that we got sprayed with… It was… an aphrodisiac.” His tone was low, a tone you’ve never heard come from him before. A tone that rumbled throughout your skeleton and deep into your core. “Y/N do you understand me?” Your eyes were glazed over, lids heavy. “Doctor…” You whispered, staring at his perfect plush lips. Your eyes traveled down to his exposed torso. His skin looked so soft. There was a faint red patch between his pectorals from the warmth. You wanted so badly to just glide your fingers over it. Kiss it. Taste his salty, sweaty heat on your lips, tongue. “The native race sometimes uses it to help with m-mating rituals…” His voice was urgent, anxious. Just the word ‘mating’ made you pitifully clench on nothing. You felt so empty. You needed so badly to be filled. “The side effects can include dizziness, intense hot flashes and…” You stared up at him, lips parted and eyes dilated with want. No. Need. “Intense sexual desire.” 

Your tits were threatening to burst out of your bra with every heavy breath you heaved. Your chest was glistening with sweat. The Doctor’s eyes traveled down to your panties that had a wet stain soaked through right where your clit would be. His breath caught in his throat at the sight. His throbbing dick was so hard and all he wanted was to be buried deep inside you. Put a baby in you. “Y/N…” He sighed quietly. 

His hot breath was centimeters away from your face. You hastily closed the gap and kissed his lips feverishly. The growing desire between your thighs was taking over you. You needed relief. There was nothing else that occupied your mind other than him. His fingers. His lips. His tongue. His body. His dick. You pushed him down onto his back and straddled his lap, deepening the passionate kiss with your tongue. The Doctor gasped into your mouth and fought back with his own tongue. There was spit pooling at both of your mouths but it only made you kiss him harder. You felt like you would die if you didn’t have him inside you right now. 

Your hands extended down between you and him to quickly take off his slacks and discard them without breaking the animalistic kiss. His large hands reached behind your back to unclasp the hooks of your pink bra. “Need you,” He breathed into your mouth. Your tits sprung out almost cartoonishly after your bra was removed. “Need to make these get even fuller.” He wasted no time grabbing at your boobs and gently tweaking and massaging the nipples, making you moan and writhe. You grabbed at his brown locks, tugging hard which made him jump and whine loudly. It was a pathetic, squeaky sound coming from a man such as him. It only made you wetter. With his slacks off, you could better feel his twitching bulge beneath you. You shifted your hips, grinding his aching erection against your throbbing clit. You sucked at his neck and grinded harder. The both of you moaned loudly. “It's not enough,” He panted, eyes shut tight and hands gripping your hips. You couldn’t agree more. “Fuck, I need you darling.” He growled. 

His hand snaked down between the two of you to push down his briefs and pull out his rigid cock. You didn’t have time to gawk at the size of him because he was already urgently pushing your panties to the side and lining his dick up with your soaked cunt. He teased your clit with the tip and threw his head back at just the mere touch. “Fuck, there’s no time for that.” You panted as you swiftly grabbed his dick and sat on it. You both watched the obscene view of your drenched pussy slowly swallowing his stiff pink cock. You leaned in towards his handsome face as you grabbed the sides of his cheeks, both of you moaning in pleasure. The Doctor’s jaw hung open in a heavenly expression you swore would make you cum right there. Your body tensed up as he finally slid all the way in you. You finally felt so full. 

“Shi-” The Doctor exclaimed as you started bouncing on his dick. “I need you- Fuck- I need you.” He kept chanting over and over underneath you as you desperately rode him. You moaned in ecstasy and threw your head back, screwing your eyes shut, holding his hands tightly on either side of his head as if you were about to collapse if you didn’t hold onto him. “Your pussy-” He gasped. “‘Squeezing me so tight… Fuck- You got me so close already,” He admitted, too intoxicated with the pollen to be embarrassed that he was already nearing the edge. You rode him harder, faster, deeper. His length kissing parts of you so deep you didn’t even know existed. Your heart was banging wildly against your chest. There was only one thought that equally took over both of your minds.

The Doctor gasped harshly and gripped your hips so tight that your eyes shot open at him. “Need to- fuck- fill you up.” He groaned. Your pussy tightened around him at his words and the man grabbed the back of your hair, pushing you down closer to his face. His lower abdomen was rubbing against your clit oh so right with every thrust making you squeak with intense pleasure. “Oh fuck!” He moaned loudly into your mouth as he felt his balls tighten. He held you tightly and lovingly as he frantically bucked his hips into your pussy. The base of his cock was dripping with your abundant amount of slick, sliding against your sensitive clit over and over. You whined as your walls clamped down on his cock. The man couldn’t even form a word, he just let out a loud moan as his thrusts into you got more and more erratic and desperate. Your mind could only focus on the sole thought of milking his cock dry and suddenly you were on the verge of cumming. The Doctor was already dangerously close, but as soon as he felt your body tense up, and your walls pulsing around him, he pushed you closer against him and tightened the grip on your ass. Your orgasm took over your body. Intense waves of ecstasy washing over you making you cry out. The Doctor groaned out. Your cunt spasmed around the man’s cock as he shot large hot ropes of cum deep inside your pussy. His hips finally started sputtering but more cum just kept filling you up. 

You fell limp against his broad chest as you struggled to catch your breath. The time lord’s hips slowly halted to a stop, his moans turning into sensitive whimpers as your pussy still spasmed around his spent cock. You laid on top of him, his cock still inside you, panting heavy. You hugged each other close, and gently stroked each other’s hair.

“I feel better.” You finally said after some time of just recovering and resting on top of him. The fire within the both of you was finally extinguished. The once thick and humid air of the Tardis suddenly felt so much cooler and crisp. The Doctor looked at you adoringly and smiled, “Me too.”

[everlasting-rainfall]

PLEASE READ!

Hey, everyone. I'm on mobile right now so excuse any problems with what I'm doing

I have a request for all of you, and it's about requests. I'm requesting you to send more in but of specific types.

Im going through some stuff currently and it's very stressful...

So I'll get to the point. I'd like you all to please send in requests about certain things so I have something comforting to work on.

Im gonna answer them once everything has cleared up and gotten a bit better

Its something to keep me occupied when I'm bored of other things.

Now then the types of requests I'd like you to send in are basically things that bring me a lot of comfort

Ask me about my OC's like something simple like "What are their worst fears?", "How do they deal with *insert scenario*", and "What would happen if *insert scenario*?"

I do have a post about them and I do have a recent post about them that includes their designs. Plus a few old ones that describe in detail.

I don't know if it's in the masterlist though... Sorry!

Also I do have some other new ones too like Esme the Angel whose Nika's wife, Tender the Skeleton whose T-Bones Wife, Dot the Slime Girl whose Paulie and Iceberg's wife, etc

Another thing is to please send in requests for comfort characters of mine. I'll warn you though that some of my comfort characters are probably odd.

Theyre comfort in the sense of big scary evil thing that could and would squash you like an insect is kind hearted and soft with someone...

My comfort characters are the following...

-Figarland Garling

-Joyboy

-Imu

-Nika

-Gorosei

-Obscure Characters (It is always fun to write them!)

Another thing for comfort characters would probably be like platonic/familial yandere scenarios meaning no romance

My comfort characters for these are different of course and they're the following

-The Vegapunks

-The Marines of Navarone (G8)

-Movie Characters

-Accino Family (Ice Hunter Arc)

-Shanks and his Crew

-Straw Hats

-Kozuki Family

-Any Seven Warlords of the Sea Characters

Remember that there won't be any romance for you with these characters if you ask for platonic or familial

Another thing is that I like to write for new concepts. Since I don't have time to explain any of my AU's.

I'll list them off with a tiny summary and let you pick one that sounds interesting. Feel free to ask questions and I'll answer them when my internet is back on

-Crane Game AU

Reaching into a crane game to grav something only to be grabbed and pulled into a plush world

-Love Apocalypse AU

A virus turns people into zombies focused on love, you got it and wound up with someone. What happens when the virus is cured and the person doesn't wanna let you go?

-Fiction into Reality AU

Fictional character winds up in your world and wants to take you back with them

-Mystical Forest AU

Living in a town surrounded by a giant forest on all sides, it's full of monsters and one of the monsters decides they like you.

-Containment AU

Monsters have returned to be the dominant species of earth as humans hurt the earth. Monsters have been captured and it's basically SCP Foundation.

-Pastel Broadcast AU (Beware, this one is based off the Dark Web)

Being sold to someone on the dark web who hosts a pastel and cutesy broadcast where they do typical dark web stuff. You think you're next until they say the new episode of their broadcast is about introducing a new character. You.

-Coraline AU

Self explanatory I feel

-Time Traveller AU

Invent a time machine, go back in time, get mistaken for someone who passed away. Time is slowly modifying to turn you into that person for real.

-Toon AU

Find an old animation studio that brought its mascot to life. The mascot brings you to their world and you slowly are turning into a toon like them.

Those are the au's and you can suggest familial/platonic for any of these by the way.

You also don't have to request my comfort characters if you really don't want to

And that should be all that I have to say. Thank you so very much if you decide to send in a request.

And if you don't then still thank you for reading this.

See you later! And thank you again!

[staratie]

a rainy day

— a revamp of enjoying the rain with the pirates

opla!pirates x gn!straw hat pirate (separately)

sfw

Zoro could sleep through anything. From the violent rocking of the Going Merry in the ocean, to Luffy screaming his lungs out and commanding Sanji to cook for him. It was a skill that made up for his terrible sense of direction.

However, today was different. As the rain fell on the wooden deck, you saw him sitting on the floor, looking out into the ocean.

“Hey.” You greeted, joining him under the ram alcove. Zoro’s arms were crossed and his eyes distant.

At first, he didn’t respond and instead huffed.

“It’s weird to see you up at this hour.”

“Too much in my head.” He replied, listening to the rain.

“Care to share?” You pressed.

Zoro remained quiet. The events of Nami’s betrayal and return was the latest gossip on the ship, even though it happened months ago. You remembered fighting the fishmen alongside him and Sanji, your daggers moved effortlessly through the chaos. You wondered if that was on his mind too.

“I’d rather not.” He replied.

“C’mon, give me a little bit to work with.” You teased.

“Damn, you’re lucky I tolerate you.” He grumbled, standing up.

“You tolerate me?” You eyed.

“Don’t put too much thought into it.” Zoro said, leaning against the wood. You watched as the rain fell on his face, adding a form of innocent intimacy to the moment. Sighing, you stood up and stood next to him, meeting his gaze with a playful smirk.

“Whatever you say,” you finished, leaving time for him to reply. When you saw him roll his eyes and walk to you slowly, you crossed your arms over your chest and waited.

The swordsman hesitantly grabbed your hands, lacing his fingers with yours.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He whispered, a hint of gentleness in his tone. “And I hate it.”

“You hate being crazy around me?” You repeated.

“It’s because you’re a distraction.” He glanced away. “I can’t focus when you’re around and—”

“Maybe we should spend more time together,” you interrupted, leaning in slightly. “You know, so you get used to me.”

Zoro chuckled and nodded his head. “I’d like that.”

“Do you mind coming out on deck with me?” You asked Sanji, who was sitting down at the dining table with a plate of leftovers he hid from Luffy.

He frowned and nodded. “It's raining. We could get sick, and none of us are more than qualified to be titled as a ‘doctor’ or even a ‘nurse’ in this crew.” Sanji took out a cigarette and flicked on his lighter. “Besides, the rain will snuff out my cig.”

“Such a high priority.” You laughed.

Sanji smirked and patted the chair next to his, sharing the leftovers with you.

There was a comfortable silence between you two, and when you weren’t speaking, easy conversation passed. As you spoke, Sanji couldn’t help but admire you from where he sat. the way your eyebrows playfully rose when he made a sharp remark, the way your lips curled into a smile when he complimented you, the way you played with your fingers and blushed from an embarrassing statement you made…it all made him smile.

“Could you see yourself with me?” He asks abruptly. Sanji took a whiff of his cigarette and looked at you thoughtfully.

“Sanji, I—”

“I’m sorry for being blunt, but this thought has been in mind. More than usual.” He replied. “You’re a great person, and even though we’ve known each other for a couple months, I’d love to get to know you on a more...serious basis.” His cheeks were red from his rambling. “I mean, it’s not like I love you or anything but—”

“Sanji.”

The silence between you two was filled by the steady rainfall outside. You threaded your fingers through his blond hair and traced an eyebrow with your finger.

“How about we start with you fixing me my favorite meal, and then from there we can decide what we'll do next.” You whispered, gently kissing his cheek.

Sanji smiled widely and chuckled and nodded his head.

“Deal.”

Luffy laughed loudly as he grabbed your arm and dragged you to the deck. Intimidating thunderclouds were approaching, and a light rainfall started coming down. “Hey! C’mon!” He yelled excited, his arm stretched wildly as he pulled you out. You squeaked with surprise when nearly fell on your face after Luffy let you go. “Luffy, what the heck?” You asked, standing up. You brushed dirt off your clothes and crossed your arms over your chest, waiting for his answer. “It’s raining!” He yelled happily. Luffy spun in a circle and did a small dance. “I love the rain.”

“Yeah?” You asked.

Luffy nodded his head, turning to look at you. “Yeah! It’s the only type of water that I can dance in.” You nodded thoughtfully, remembering that back at Buggy’s circus tent, he had nearly drowned your captain in the seawater tank. The way Luffy danced now made it clear that memory was long gone, replaced by this one.

“You two are going to get sick!” Nami called out. “Get back inside!”

“Nope!” Luffy called back, unfazed. “I’ll command Sanji to make me all the chicken soup I want!” He waved a hand dismissively, as if Sanji’s cooking could solve all problems. Nami muttered something about “idiots” under her breath.

“Dance with me!” He offered out his hand and oh so patiently waited for your reply.

“I’d love to,” You chuckled. Luffy smiled widely and pulled you a bear hug.

“Thank you,” he said, “and thanks for hanging out with me.”

“No problem. You’re fun to be around.” You laughed.

“Y’know, I can be fun at dates too.” He transitioned smoothly. “Next town we’re at I’ll take out out on one.”

“And take this!” You yelled, throwing a spoon at Usopp. He dramatically turned around and managed to counterattack your move by using his sling shot. A stone stopped it from hitting his face and fell to the ground

“You are relentless today!” You applauded, “haven’t missed anything I threw at you.

“Well, I am the best sniper in the world. I’ve taken out bears, sharks, and other predators with just one stone.” He replied, puffing out his chest. “And that’s just me using my regular sling shot, not my secretly powerful one.”

Giving Usopp a mischievous smile, you pointed at the dark clouds rolling in fast, thick and heavy with rain.

“Hit that cloud.” You pointed at the darkest one among the many.

Usopp frowned. “Um, clouds can’t be sliced or hurt, you know that right?”

“Then I guess you’re not the best sniper.” You chuckled, throwing a crumpled piece of paper at him. Usopp easily dodged it then gave you a smirk.

“Y’know what?”

You hummed in response.

“I’d like to aim for your heart. You know. With my imaginary love arrow which makes any person like me enough to go on a date with me.”

[faffreux]

my personal fireflower

Alaska, contrary to what many may expect, is a land commonly ravaged by wildfires in the summer season. The same goes for other regions in the circumpolar north (Siberia comes to mind) because of how dry the land is with its lack of rainfall in some areas.

In these places there’s a beautiful little flower known by fireweed or it's scientific name 'Epilobium angustifolium'. The name stems from the fact that it's almost always the first thing to spring up from the ashes of a wildfire- it's sometimes referred to as the "phoenix of flowers" as a result of this. It will quite literally rise from the blackened ash likes vibrant flames among the darkness.

The first time I saw this flower in person I didn't really know much of anything about it so I, thinking it was pretty, picked one and brought it to my dorm. Now imagine my surprise when I woke up the next morning discovering it had 'bloomed' overnight and there were now fluffy cotton seeds covering every square inch of my room. (It was a nightmare to clean up too, ngl...)

I'm not sure when I started making a connection from this flower to a person I love, but it just seemed to happen one day and I'm really excited to talk about it now.

The end of Bowser's Inside Story spells the end of Fawful himself, or so we are led to believe. After self destructing, the particles pictured in the second image are regurgitated from Bowser's body and released into the sky, much like the way the fireweed flower splits itself open to release its seeds at the end of its life - seeds which then fly out onto the wind and eventually create new blossoms.

[photo taken in Alaska by photographer Franklin Williams]

The life cycle of the fireweed flower is similar to Fawful's journey from the end of Bowser's Inside Story to the beginning of my story and also why the name 'Flames of Fury' ties the symbolism together for me: it takes the theme of fire, an ancient symbol of transformation, warmth, power, passion, and rebirth alike, and weaves it into his life in a way that is incredibly meaningful for me.

It represents this neverending desire of mine to see Fawful heal and thrive, and how it's precisely this desire that remains the primary purpose of my creative soul today. I want to create in ways that reflect the love that's been pouring from my heart for this bean for 5+ years now and all of the blessings I've received from expressing it.

I plan to illustrate something related to Fawful and fireweed later on, but in the meantime my friend @seanhicksart (who has been amazing in how often he's listened attentively to my rambles) sent me this sketch after I spoke to him about it all. I can't lie, I did cry.

When I was young I owned the 1948 children's book by Cicely M. Barker titled Flower Fairies of the Wayside where this verse about fireweed is written:

"When the earth is burnt and sad, I will come to make it glad. All forlorn and ruined places, all neglected empty spaces, I can cover – only think! – with a mass of rosy pink."

I love you, Fawful.

[writing-mlm]

could you please please please write a jaime reyes fic where reader is sick so jaime takes care of his boyfriend ☹️

Sick Days

Summary: Jaime’s boyfriend is sick and he’s, of course, going to stop everything to help him. Pairing: Jaime Reyes x Male reader Wc: 1k A/n: wrote this while I was (still am) sick so it’s pretty short >:(

“I told him; it’s cold, wear a jacket. It’s cold, don’t go outside with your hair wet. It’s cold, put on thick pants. But did he listen?” Jaime rambles as you’re blowing snot into yet another tissue. He’s not even in your vicinity, you can’t hear him but you can just tell he’s rambling to himself. “No, claro ‘Jaime, I’m from Alaska I’m used to the cold’. You moved to Texas when you were five and haven’t been back since!” 

“You talkin’ ‘bou’ me?” You cough, turning yourself to look into the kitchen. He stops stirring the chicken noodle soup and smiles at you. The tension in his shoulders drops and he shakes his head. 

“Course not, my love. Get your rest,” He cooes, pointing the wooden spoon in your direction. “The soup is almost done.” He adds, killing the fire and covering the pot to let it simmer for a bit longer while he gets a bowl and a plate. 

“Thank you, Jai,” 

“His lymph nodes are swelling, I recommend giving him the water bottle now and a warm rag,” Khaji-Da tells him and he hums in acknowledgment, rushing along the apartment to grab a clean rag and let it run under warm water while he fetches a new water bottle.

When he returns to the living room, he pushes you so you’re lying down and places the rag on your neck. You shudder, eyes closing while he drags the blanket up your body, tucking it under your arms and sides. 

“He needs to be in a more upright position in case he falls asleep and chokes on phlegm,” Hurriedly, he lifts you up a bit, grabbing a throw pillow and shoving it behind your back. He reworks the blanket, tucking your feet under the cover despite you trying to flick them off. 

“You’re gonna stop fighting me on this,” He chuckles while staring over at you. 

“It’s hot,” You whine. “I’m already wearin’ socks, Jaime.” The fuzzy blue and green polka dot socks kick off the blanket again and he sighs, hands on his hips. 

“Blanket over feet or you don’t get to watch TV.” You gasp, although it comes out gagged due to your sore throat. He nods, now crossing his arms and you huff. Fine, if he wants to resort to his evil ways. Again, he tucks the blanket under you and nods when you don’t put up a fuss. 

“I’ll bring you the soup now. Do you want saltine crackers with it?” Shaking your head, he hums and disappears into the kitchen. He reminds himself to clean up his mess later and then to buy canned chicken noodle soup— even if he knew his mother would kill him for making canned soup over the special homemade one. 

With the soup bowl on top of a plate, he cuts up a bread loaf and places it on the plate with a Benadryl for when you’re done eating. 

“Want more tea, cielo?” 

“Y’s plea’e,” He chuckles, although he knows he shouldn’t, and brings the kettle with him. 

He sets the plate and kettle on the coffee table and goes off to grab a chair, placing it between the couch and the table. Sitting down, he pours more tea, letting it steep while he starts feeding you. 

“I can feed m’self,” Turning your head away from the spoon, he scoots closer and puts the spoon back into the bowl. 

It’s bad enough you’re sick, although you won’t outright admit it. Because, sure, maybe it wasn’t the brightest idea to go for a late-night walk during a storm and then walk to work in the light rainfall that came the following morning. But! But, in your defense. You never got sick from doing it before. 

“Considering you couldn’t feed yourself cereal this morning, no you can’t. Let me feed you.” Sighing, you turn your head back, unable to look at him as he holds the spoon out toward your mouth. If you could smell anything you’d know just how tempered Jaime was to eat the soup himself. “Open for the airplane!” He grins. 

“Ja—“ Slipping the spoon into your mouth, you glare at him while he just smiles and pulls the spoon out. The soup is good, you’ll give him that. You couldn’t smell it being made, clogged nose, and all that jazz. 

“Khaji says you’re swallowing too fast, slow down.” With another spoonful, you don’t put up a fuss this time and he’s nearly giddy. He looks away, a sign that Khaji is speaking, and removes the rag from your neck. It had long since gone cold and wasn’t doing anything. And it could make it worse. 

The two of you fall into that rhythm for some time, he talks about random topics during the commercial breaks and you listen with half-lidded eyes. The warmth from the soup already making you feel good enough to take a nap without the worry that you’re going to cough yourself to death.

With the soup and bread gone, he hands you the pill and your cup of tea. This time, he lets you drink on your own and you swallow the pill with the tea as a chaser. He checks, making sure you didn’t slip the pill under your tongue before he nods, confirming to you that you had, in fact, swallowed the pill. 

“Time for bed,” He says, standing to clean up the items. For now, he’ll just place them into the sink. That’s an issue for tomorrow Jaime. 

“Stay with me?” You ask when he walks back around the couch. 

“Of course, baby.” He grins, kissing your forehead before he picks you up. God, you love having a superhero boyfriend who can lift a semi-truck with one arm. Holding his neck, you sigh and lay your head on his chest. 

When he sets you down on your shared bed, you don’t let go of his shirt, too afraid he’s going to leave. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” He promises, squeezing your hand before moving across the room to dig inside one of the drawers. You know what’s coming and work on taking your shirt off. When he turns around with a Vicks VapoRub jar in hand, you’re sure that he’s truly becoming his parents. 

Sniffling, he sits on the edge of the bed next to you and carefully rubs it along your chest. He works in small circles, humming along to the theme song he’d always hear whenever he was sick. When he’s done, he caps the bottle and sets it on the nightstand before going to turn off the lights. You lay on your side, a towel on your pillow to collect any snot that comes out while you’re sleeping. 

“Get some rest, okay?” The bed dips as he crawls in next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“Mhmm, ‘m tryi’g.” You respond, holding his hand while your eyes slowly close. He kisses your shoulder before he gets comfortable himself. 

“Night, Jai.” 

“Goodnight, mi amor,”

[jonnysinsectcatalogue]

May Beetle Larva - Phyllophaga sp.

When digging in the garden, you just never know what you'll find! In today's showcase, this hardy specimen (and several other insects) was unearthed while I was attempting to untangle the soft bishop's weed roots from the hard, overextending roots of our rambling rose bushes. While the ground cover bishop's weed (sometimes known as ground elder) provides can be effective, it blooms and spreads far too quickly in our garden and it chokes out smaller plants looking to grow. Since it can proliferate very quickly, we have to remove it every few years. It was in the digging and removal of the roots that I found many growing May Beetles. Although they were all beautiful in their own right, the individual seen in these pictures was the largest one found that day. Although not exact due to the curvature of the Beetle Larva's body, its length was measured to be between 4-5cm (closer to 4cm). Judging from its size, this larva was likely near its pupation molting stage, having seemingly grown large in size from all the roots it had around it. As ground-dwelling insects, grubs like this one prefer to keep hidden so that they can dig and drag their way to sources of decaying vegetation or roots.

Those large mandibles in front of their orange head are great tools for carving up plant matter into bite-sized pieces which can be shoveled into their mouths (but they only pinch human skin). Although the individuals I dug up were found beneath rose bushes and bishop's weed, it seems that that this genus also enjoys eating grass roots, so either these grubs are very adaptable, or I may have potentially misidentified this find (doubtful, see end text). In any case, through the consumption of bountiful plant material, robust grubs such as this one grow large until they pupate over time into winged and armored Scarab Beetles. It sounds like a great life and there's a lot to look forward to in adulthood, but there are still dangers to consider. For the biggest examples: a larva that tunnels to the surface too early - especially following rainfall - may become bird food; and skunks can easily find tunneling grubs using their smell and hearing and are eager to gobble them up. In both instances, such a young Beetle would be utterly defense, so they need to smart and remain inconspicuous when tunneling and munching. As these images highlight however, the bodies of this grub are lined with sensory hairs to help keep it safe and warn it of presences near their legs and rear.

Pictures were taken on May 26, 2025 with a Google Pixel 8a. The next post will feature an adult specimen dug up from the same area. Had I not found an adult May Beetle, I would've had to consider that such a find could be the larval form of another Scarab such as the Japanese Beetle. We've had many of those visiting the garden over the years, and that specie loves devouring roses throughout its life cycle. However, the larvae of that Beetle tend to be smaller, their bodies seem to be more grey overall, and their heads may feature a coloration that leans toward reddish.

And of course, all Beetle Grubs were replanted carefully in the soil after photography concluded. However, this Beetle larva will return soon in another post.

[rowanisawriter]

wip whenever

tarquin/ashur thing thing im cooking

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The Viper smiles, probably. A movement under the mask to indicate what could be a smile. “Yes, I am a noble. But speaking with you here isn’t debasing me. That’s kind of an odd thing to say, Tarquin.”

“Your face doesn’t even wrinkle,” Tarquin says, rambling now, but unable to stop. He’s been stuck down here all day completing forged exit paperwork for a Dragon masquerading as a traveling mage and their twelve slaves, leaving the Imperium. They need the paperwork by tomorrow. He doesn’t have time to sit around and talk but here he is, doing it anyway. “Your skin is flawless. Clearly, you were bred to do more than cavort with undesirables.”

The squint again. “I don’t think you’re undesirable.”

Tarquin swallows. Throat suddenly dry. Even though this cellar is always a little damp, the air always a little wet, mirroring the constant rainfall just outside. “Do you think, in your lofty opinion, that desirable people are placed in the cellar? This is where they put the difficult people.”