#reposting from one of my one piece ask blogs

[pidgywrestling]

💛 The Lovers (VI) 💛

The Lovers tarot signifies union, cohesiveness, attraction, and a balance of forces that indicate complimentary energies. This card represents soulmates, kindred spirits, and an intense bond between two people. It symbolizes choice and commitment.

[sunhalf]

*  sans is sparing you.

Sans has spared you eleven times now.  As you did last time, you stumble into his arms —— stumble is over - generous.  Your left arm is broken and your right leg is fractured and everything hurts.  You all but collapse against him.

* i don’t know why you keep doin’ this.

You don’t have time to be surprised — it’s the first time he’s said anything other than get dunked on — before you are impaled again.  Two through your hips.  One through your throat.  Three through your stomach.  You don’t have time to scream, as you did not the first ten times you died like this.

It’s quiet, then.  The fallen reaches to reload — you struggle, but you can’t stop them.  It takes all of your effort just to wrench control of your body in the hall from Chara’s hands, but you’re still helpless.  Not strong enough to reset or stop the other from reloading.  Just barely strong enough to keep letting yourself die.

They reload, and you feel it — less than a heartbeat.  Less than a millisecond.  Your body pulling back to stand at the end of the hall, your gore and guts reforming in your stomach.  The scar’s still there, but you’re not spattered across the floor anymore.

* that expression that you're wearing...

You can feel yourself crying, shoulders shuddering, mouth twisting.  You want to drop the knife.  You can feel chara’s fingers around your own, gripping tight, refusing to allow you to let go.

* well, i won't grace it with a description.

Your body dashes at him — you rip and fight and try to wrench it back.  The fallen giggles, shrill and cruel inside your head.

Your body speaks their words:  ' It’s not your body anymore. '

Sans doesn’t ask.  He just dodges, like he always does, and Chara jumps your body back to avoid one of his attacks.  You don’t have to worry about hitting him; you know you can’t.  You just need to keep dying.  You just need to keep getting killed. 

' You’re pathetic! Stop trying to stop me.  We came this far. '

You try to crawl into your mouth — take back control of it.  Say something.  Chara’s answering laugh fills the room.

' It is kinda fun to watch you die, though! '

This time, they don’t make you dodge, and the blaster turns you to ashes.

When you come back, Sans isn’t smiling.

* sure wish i could be part of your conversation, kid.

He doesn’t give you a chance to attack; Chara barely keeps you from being torn apart.  You manage to avoid being impaled, and instead the weapon clips your left side; your shoulder and elbow both shatter.  The scream you let out is yours, not theirs.  They tighten your body’s grip around the knife.

*  it sounds pretty...one - sided.

Chara says nothing, and you still can’t.  You dodge, and so does he.

*  sans is sparing you.

Chara laughs — says something about watching you both writhe — but doesn’t stop you when you force yourself back into your body.  You march unceremoniously into his arms, your blood smearing on his jacket; it turns the blue navy and then black.  The knife falls, and you curl the fingers of your good hand into his jacket — he embraces you.  It almost feels real.

"I’m s - sorry," you say.  You.  Your mouth, your words.  "I’m s - so sorry."

You see his eyes go wide as you die again.

When you come back, he’s grinning, and so is Chara.

* that expression that you're wearing...which one of you is that?

Chara’s eyes go wide, but then the smile only stretches, tight, across your mouth.  

' It’s just me, Sans. '

* i have a hard time believin’ that.

Suddenly your body is bent low and you’re throwing yourself at him, knife in hands.  He dodges like it’s easy.  When he attacks, your left eyes is rendered useless.  That’s okay.  That’s okay.  

"I’m not gonna let you progress," you manage to bite out, Chara distracted with throwing your body at the skeleton.  The knife misses.  Good.  Good.  Sans looks to you, confused for a heartbeat, but you weren’t talking to him.

' Try and stop me. '

The next time you hug Sans, he holds you a moment longer.

* what the hell are you doing?

"Stopping them ———"

Chara laughs, the sound bouncing around within your skull as the bones go through the stomach.

Your hands reform around the knife when you pull back to your save.  ' You’ve always been weak, Frisk. '

* is that why you’re here?  to take care of them?

San’s words are mocking and harsh.  Chara laughs.  You hate the sound of their laugh in your mouth.  You hate the feel of their self in your skin.  You can't hate Chara but you hate this.

' They’re so pathetic and weak.  Someone needed to keep them safe. '  You feel their smile widen, eyes half - lidding in condescension.  You don’t want that kind of look on your face.  ' After all, you weren’t doing it. '

Sans doesn’t stiffen; he just throws another attack at you that they scarcely manage to avoid.

' I mean, they wouldn’t have been desperate enough to listen to me, ' Chara continues, wiping blood from their mouth, ' if every monster in the underground wasn’t trying to hurt them while they were all alone.  Maybe if someone had protected them, they wouldn’t have needed me. '

You had been so alone, and afraid, and overwhelmed.  Chara was cruel and mocked you, but they protected you, too.  They said that they could keep you safe.  They said that the monsters would hurt you — that you had to protect yourself.  They’d held your hand and called you lonely / sad / worth protecting.  Only they could keep you safe.  Only they would ever want to.

In the end, they were right. The monsters did hurt you. Over and over. Chara was the only thing that kept you anything like safe. You hadn't realized that they'd do this.

' You all left a little kid all on their own, knowing what monsters would do to them.  Knowing that they’d hurt them.  Knowing that they’d die.  Every monster in the ruin...Snowdrake... All of them.  Even your pathetic brother. '

They don’t even try to dodge the attack that follows; it’s your turn, but Sans has been breaking the rules for ages.  It knocks their body (  your body, you remind yourself  ) back onto the ground — you skid to a stop, dragging blood and a freshly broken arm behind you.

' Each of... ' Chara hacks out, voice low and strained with hurt, but still smiling, ' Each of you — failed Frisk.  Each of you deserved this.  And especially you. '

You close your eyes when Sans kills you.  You keep them closed even as you feel your body being rebuilt once more.

* genocide’s your answer, huh?  ‘cause we didn’t protect your meat puppet?

It isn’t!  It isn’t, you try to shout, but Shara doesn’t let you have that.  Chara’s fingernails bite into the skin of your right arm, the pain thrumming through both of you.

' We died a hundred times and you didn’t help us.  I thought it was just humanity that would be monstrous enough to hurt a child.  I thought it was just humanity that would stand by and let a child suffer — ' they snarl.  Some of the mockery’s gone out of their voice; something aching and miserable replaces it, years of suffering shattering against your skin.  This creature that has stolen your flesh and turned you into a murderer is — like you, like YOU. A hopeless, aching, miserable child. A child who wanted to save you from being the same.  Turned you into a ghost within your own broken body to do it.  Chara can’t hide everything from you, not while they exist inside you.  They tried.  But you know some.  You know that they hate humans because humans hurt them.  You know that they harmed humans because humans harmed them first.  It isn’t right, but — you think of Mommy and Daddy.  There are moments where your understand.

' But no, ' the fallen continues.  Your mouth / their pain.  Their cruelty, their love for you.  Their voice / your voice rises in time with their rage, higher and louder and sharper.  ' All of you are corrupt.  All of you deserve to die.  Mo — Toriel is the only person who even tried to keep us safe, AND SHE STILL HURT US! '

The cut off of their voice (  your voice!!  ) is abrupt and harsh.  Your body’s chest heaves.  Sans doesn’t speak — his face unreadable, eye sparking bright.  Chara presses your hand to their face; you feel their smile, shuddering, steal across your lips as their eyes go wide and distant.  Your hand drops, shoulders back; body loose.

' Enough of this, ' Chara hisses, still smiling, a laugh unsteady and sick in their (  your  ) mouth.  ' Let’s play, comedian! '

You don’t hit Sans.  He doesn’t hit you.

*  sans is sparing you.

You take a step towards him — again.  Like the last Sixteen times.  Sixteen?  You think.  But Chara wrenches you back; you feel the surprise reflect upon your face for a half - moment before your body’s expression belongs to them.

' I said enough! '

No!  You scream; Chara’s surprised, you think, when you fight back harder.  When you push yourself further, begging, determination and anger sparking in your chest.  If you progress past this, you might kill Sans.  You won’t kill Sans.  You won’t let them use your hands to kill Sans.

"This is my body!" you growl, tears pouring from your eyes.  You force a step nearer; they resist, they hate you, but with the next step they weaken.  Then the next.  Then the next.

Sans holds you tighter than the last time.  You stiffen, waiting for the violence and the blood and the now - familiar sensation of your organs spilling out of you.  You can only wince when, instead, you’re met with a skeletal hand gently...Patting your head.  Comforting.  Almost affectionate.  You can feel Chara’s surprise beside your own.

* you know what, kiddo?  you’re right.

Your shoulders buckle; your grip in his clothes tighten.  You are suddenly aware of the tears rolling down your face as the hand moves from your head to rub slow circles into your back.  God.  God, you miss him.

* we shoulda — i shoulda taken better care of you.

Chara’s surprise in your mind is short lived; you feel the grin, and the cruelty, the fear, the bone - deep unfamiliarity with kindness.  Punish him, they hiss within you.  Punish him for letting you hurt.  Punish him for all the hurt he caused us.

You don’t.  Chara wrenches for control, but you’ve always been strong like this.  Loving and being loved.

* I’m gonna give you mercy, ok?

"I’m s - sorry," you sob.  "S - Sans, I never — m - meant to ———"

* I know, kid.

His grip on you tightens.  Your eyes go wide.  His voice is very soft when he speaks.

* Don’t waste this.

You’re too surprised to flinch or scream when he murders you again.  Your vision fails, goes blurry, as the bones punch out your organs and force you upwards.  You stare down at him, fading and shaking, your blood spilling, and past his smile his eyes are — pleading.  Pleading?

Then you’re gone; it’s black and dark and.  Chara doesn’t push to reload.  Chara is too surprised / angry / hurt.  Chara is —

Don’t waste this.

You hear Chara scream as you throw your hand out, but it’s too late for them to stop you.  

RESET.

——— The flowers are warm.

[rockingthegraveyard]

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[jj-one]

PRESS PLAY !

Your boyfriend Jungkook convinces you to make a sextape with him, ultimately ending up with you getting wrecked on camera.

pairing: bf!Jungkook x gf!reader genre/tags: pwp (plot is barely there), smut, piv, unprotected sex, dom!jungkook/sub!reader, manhandling, daddy kink?, there is absolutely nothing holy about this fic… read at your own risk that’s all i’m gonna say tbh words: 3.0k

[note] if you remember seeing this before yes i’m the original author i didn’t plagiarize lol, i made a new blog and was formerly known as @milkychae but deleted a while ago. i’ll be reposting all my old deleted fics and using this as an archive !

Jungkook checks himself out in the mirror one last time, threading his fingers through his thick, silky hair before hitting the record button to start filming.

He had the camera set up on a tripod placed in front of the bed, flashing you a soft smile. You couldn’t stop ogling his divine features, he looked so damn good. His messy jet-black hair swept the sides of his face and was only in a pair of white Calvin Klein boxers. He just looks like pure heaven, unable to keep yourself contained as you sneak glances at his nicely toned, heavily tattooed body. You can literally stare at his beautiful sculpted abs all day, he was the true definition of perfection.

‘How’d I get so lucky to have the hottest boyfriend alive?’ You often thought to yourself.

“M’kay, ready babe?” Jungkook asks reassuringly, he knows you’re excited to do this just as much as he is.

You nod your head “mhm, was born ready!” He chuckles at your cuteness, pressing the little red ‘record’ button on his camera.

Once the camera begins rolling Jungkook wastes no time to spring into action, turning towards you to cup your face in his large hands. He kisses you hungrily, causing you to moan ever so slightly into him, without breaking the kiss you both land onto the bed— he’s hovering over your frame providing light touches to your thigh. You were enjoying every minute of this so far, never getting enough of the sweet taste of him. Pulling away for a second, he grabs ahold of your neck, keeping you in place while his free hand roam all over your upper body. He presses wet kisses to your jaw and chin, then comes back up to kiss your pretty lips once again, making the kiss grow sloppier and heavier. A string of Jungkook’s saliva forms when he momentarily detaches hisself from your lips, smiling down at you. It was more of a devilish smile though, a smile that looks like he was going to snatch the soul out of your body. You two play around on the bed for a bit, passionately kissing and enjoying each other’s presence.

“Come here baby,” Jungkook says, instructing you to get on top of him now, positioning himself behind one of the fluffy pillows on the bed. You do exactly as you’re told and get on his lap to straddle him, he grabs your face with his left hand to kiss you some more while rubbing your ass, harshly slapping it in the process. You wore the tiniest pink micro skirt with bows on the side, it was a mesh material and super see through. Jungkook loved the outfit you were wearing since it was a tiny two-piece crop top and skirt, adoring the curves and shape of your body in the least bit of clothing possible. Slowly lifting up your skirt now, he licks his lips when looking down at your bare pussy, teasing your entrance with his tatted fingers. You quietly gasp as he rubs your soaked folds in an up and down, slow motion, making you subconsciously twitch from sensitivity.

“My god.. you’re so fucking wet babygirl,” Jungkook groaned as he slid two fingers inside, “look how much you’re dripping already babe.” he whispers, staring in awe at his fingers disappearing into your sweet cunt. The room’s filled with only sounds of your wetness, combined with the soft moans you utter, all the juices dripping down your legs and his thumb brushing over your clit was having you see stars.

“You hear that? That’s what good pussy’s supposed to sound like,” Jungkook brags while looking over at the camera, he’s taking this very serious, as if you’re going to end up posting this on PornHub or something. You loved it though and you can tell how into this he is, which only makes you want to do a better job at pleasing him. You moaned louder for him as his fingers go deeper into you, reaching those spots that you never could. Rolling your eyes back as he fingers you harder, he was soaked in your juices, obsessed with the view behold him. You match the movements of his pace, grinding against his digits whilst he reaches a certain spongy spot— feeling so close to cumming already.

Then he abruptly took his fingers out of your dripping cunt, denying you of your orgasm. You whined loudly, clenching again just to feel something, wanting more of him filling you up at this very moment. You childishly pout and beg for more, but he just shushes you and flashes a smirk at your whininess. “Don’t worry sweet pea, m’gonna give you exactly what you need..” Jungkook rasps, still staring down at your cute pussy, but this time spreading your lips apart. He ran his finger down to your clit once again to gently rub in circles, making it even more puffy and swollen. Basking in all your beauty as you threw your head back from the intense pleasure.

“Wanna taste you,” Jungkook’s voice almost sounds desperate, not wanting to waste another second. “Come sit on my face babydoll,” he motions for you to temporarily get off of him, lying down on the bed, requesting that you still keep your skirt on. Placing yourself onto him and comfortably sit on his face, his mouth attaches to your pussy quicker than you can form a thought, already ferociously sucking on your clit. His hands went straight to your ass, slapping each cheek every chance he could, forming blatant red hand prints on your butt.

Jungkook was eating you out like his life was depending on it, uncontrollably moaning his name over and over again. You were in a frenzy as you grind on his face, grabbing the top of his head as if he was able to even go anywhere, his face was quite literally glued to your pussy. Jungkook kept at it for what felt like hours, your juices leaking all over his face without a care in the world. Then all of a sudden you felt this weird sensation, something you’ve never experienced before. It was the same slimy sensation that was all too familiar, but just in a different hole instead. Jungkook was licking your ass, his tongue kept flicking it at first, but now he’s fully immersed into it. He’s never done this to you before but it felt so amazing, it felt just as good as him eating you out but had a distinctly different feel to it.

“You like it baby?” He asks when pulling his tongue away, replacing it with his fingers. His fingers go so deep in your little hole making you squeal out loud.

“Mmm… yes daddy, I do!” A string of moans escape you, sounding so pretty that it’s like music to Jungkook’s ears. Smirking up at you while his digits continue going in and out of your ass, planting a quick kiss to your pussy.

“Fuck, I love you so much my love,” even during moments like these, Jungkook still reminded you how much he adores you, going back to licking your sensitive clit while still fingering your ass. You were in utopia, lost in the magical feeling of his tongue and fingers doing wonders on you. Jungkook could totally be a pornstar if he wanted to, he had the looks, the skill, and stamina.

“I love you so much kookie..” you mewl, closing your eyes from how intense all of this was. You can feel your release coming any minute and you only got louder for him, grabbing the strands of his hair, gripping it with everything you had. You were riding his face like a rodeo and he was more than here for it, his tongue never letting up on your clit. When he dragged a long stripe across your heat, that was all it took for you to cum all over his face. Slowing down your pace as you finally chase your high, smothering Jungkook with your creamy, juicy pussy.

“Goddamn babe, you made such a mess.” Jungkook grunts out when releasing you from his grasp, his face completely drenched with your juices. You come down from being on top and lower yourself to kiss his wet lips, getting a taste of you on his tongue.

Jungkook tells you to get up and stand directly in front of the camera, you immediately follow his orders. He makes his way over to you, ordering you again to get on your knees in a stern tone. Situating yourself down onto the floor, you pull his boxers down and his cock springs out freely from it’s barriers. Making steady eye contact with the camera while grabbing his thick, lengthy cock, the tip was so red and puffy, precum leaking out to make you even more hungry for him. You wasted zero time in filling your mouth with Jungkook’s cock, it felt so warm against your tongue, loving the prominent veins that would show when he was extra hard. You start taking in his length and getting a good rhythm going, bobbing your head up and down. Jungkook winces at the sensation, taking a fistful of your hair and slamming the entirety of his cock into your mouth. His length hits the back of your throat, coming into contact with your uvula, causing you to make a sudden gagging noise. The drool peeking out from the corners of your mouth becoming more apparent as he fucks your pretty mouth.

“You have the best lips for giving head babe,” Jungkook coos while sighing out and throwing his head back, “your mouth is so fucking good to me…” He couldn’t stop praising you, you were like an angel to him. An innocent angel that was only a freak for him. Jungkook starts to get a little rougher with you, forcefully pushing his cock even further down your throat, causing you to choke for real this time.

“Yeah just like that baby, choke on it,” he strokes your hair out the way to get a better look at you. He thrives off taking control of you, see how far he can push you, he knows you can handle it though, he does it out of pure love. “Like being stuffed with a mouthful of my cock, hm?”

“You’re such a dirty fucking slut, look at you,” Jungkook continues degrading you, “sucking my dick on camera like the filthy whore you are.”

You keep on sucking his cock as you look him in the eyes, the words he’s saying right now is all you need to hear for you to become even more of a dripping mess. Your wetness is only growing and it’s starting to spill onto the floor, oh how embarrassing…

Jungkook’s cock was buried deep inside your mouth, managing to fit all of him without gagging anymore. He’s trained you so well over the years it doesn’t take much warming up for all of him to settle in perfectly, it’s like it was made specifically for you. You stay like this for a while, feeling his fat cock throbbing in your mouth as you gaze up at his gorgeous face through your lashes, appreciating how much you admire him. You’d honestly do anything to make him happy. After awhile, you release him from your mouth and go straight to his balls, sucking them up like a vacuum. Jungkook moans out so violently that you think the neighbors could probably hear that one, your eyes grew wide as you didn’t expect him to be so vocal from that. Seeing the biggest smile etched on your boyfriend’s face.

“Shit.. you’re so good at that baby,” he compliments you again, holding the back of your head for dear life. You could suck him off for hours without ever getting tired of it.

He pulls you away from him, telling you to get back on the bed and to bend over with your ass facing up. You do so without hesitation and begin arching, ready for him to do whatever he wants. He proceeds to spread your pussy lips again, as if earlier wasn’t enough already, he dips his tongue back into your soaking wet heat. Your mouth goes agape, barely able to make a sound, only letting out a small moan as he continues, spitting a little on your slit and rubbing it in. He eats you out again while you look back at the camera, whimpering when he squeezes your left ass cheek and gives it a harsh slap. You whimper from all the stimulation, body vibrating as he chuckles at how adorable you are.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” Jungkook is so obsessed with you, but it’s a mutual obsession amongst each other. He took a short break away from your wetness, “you don’t know what you do to me y/n.”

All you could do in that moment was moan like crazy, he was making you feel astronomically good. He licked a couple more languid stripes across your slit and gave it a little slap once he was done. Lifting his head up, he’s finally going to do what he’s been waiting for this entire time. He rubs your ass with one hand while stroking his cock for a little bit with the other, bringing the tip to the entrance of your slit and teasing your hole. His dick slipping in between your wet folds is driving you insane, making you want to just slide it in already.

“C’mon Koo, fuck me alreadyyy.” You were practically begging for him to stuff you at this point, wiggling your ass against him, wanting nothing more than to be filled up by him and only him.

“Alright babe damn, always so eager for me,” he groans as he starts pushing his cock inside of you now.

A broken moan escapes from your lips as you’re feeling him slowly opening you up, your tightness already adjusting to his girth. He began fucking you from behind at a rough pace, giving you exactly what you needed the most. Jungkook grabs your neck once again and brings your back towards his chest, saying all types of dirty, sinful things in your ear while he relentlessly fucks you, slamming his cock in and out of you making you go delirious. Practically shoving his hard length into you, you couldn’t help but scream out in pure ecstasy. His cock felt was the best thing on earth and the more he slammed into you the more you didn’t want it to ever be over.

He was so big you could feel his cock in your stomach, all your insides were being rearranged by him. Your ass was jiggling on his cock so nicely, giving him an absolutely stunning view. Firmly settling your face back into the pillows again, while looking down at your ass he grabs your waist firmly with one hand, the other being on your right butt cheek which was severely bruised from him spanking you earlier. You were so beyond soaking wet that the only noises filling up the room were the gushy sounds of your wetness and the ceaseless thrusts of Jungkook’s cock going deeper in you than ever before.

“Just wanna fill up your tight pussy with all my cum…” Jungkook coos, sounding so pussydrunk from all the pleasure he’s feeling right now. “Show me how desperately you want my cum inside you,” he keeps going, urging you to give him more of a reaction, probably since you’re both on camera.

“Mmm… yes daddy, need you to fill me up and make your cumslut pleasee,” you beg for him to continue fucking you, bouncing back on his cock and making him growl. You wanted him to feel like he was on top of the world, like you were a drug and the only cure for his addiction was your pussy. He keeps thrusting into you erratically, his strokes getting messier and sloppier as he soon reaches his climax.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuckk—“ Jungkook belts out a string of curses as he fucks your tight cunt, “m’gonna fucking cum babe… so close..” he grips onto your waist tighter, indefinitely picking up his pace as he starts to see flashes of white invade his vision. He was fucking into you so hard and fast that you couldn’t think or speak coherently anymore, just saying random words and babbling the entire time.

“Jungkook I love you, I love you so much..” was all you were able to say, to which he replies with “I love you more” and continues fucking you from behind like the rent is due. Your eyes were permanently at the back of your head as you were absorbed in the utmost pleasure. Jungkook’s hand reaches over to rub your clit as he proceeds to hit all the right spots inside you, his cock felt so good, everything just feels otherworldly to you right now.

“Ah! Cumming babe, gonna cum—“ Jungkook lets out the deepest groan as he shoots his load inside your warmth, “Oh my god, fuck yes…” he felt like he was on cloud nine, thrusting into you with slowed movements while coating your walls with his thick hot cum. You contract around him, soon reaching your climax right after him, both of your releases mixing together inside of you.

Once he pulls out, you were bodies intertwined with one another again, forgetting all about the camera that was still rolling. You aggressively kiss him, tongues mingling together as if you’re trying to swallow each other’s existence. You took a glance at the camera, checking the time on the screen to see that it’s been going on for almost an hour and thirty minutes now… Jungkook pulls away, noticing you looking at the camera, leaving for a quick second to finally turn it off. He faces back in your direction and presents you with the warmest smile, looking down at your thighs and eyeing the creamy mess that’s dripped down between your legs.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up huh darling?” Jungkook cutely offers, gently kissing your cheek. His big boba ball eyes were staring right into your soul with nothing but admiration and love for you. The duality of his actions were almost surreal, he just fucked you like the devil reincarnated but then acts like the sweetest angel once it’s all over. You’ve always adored that special quality about your boyfriend.

[alisonwritesimagines]

This Night is Sparkling, Don't You Let it Go ~LA! Shanks Imagine~

Summary: The moment Luffy gets his own bounty poster, Shanks makes the decision to come back to you.

Author’s Note: Not as long as the angst one but at least this is the fluff ending.

Fluff Ending to I Was Enchanted to Meet You

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

Do not repost this anywhere!

“I’m going to be king of the pirates and I promise that I will find Shanks and you two can live with me in an island or I can get you two your own island so you two can be happy,” Luffy tells you.

“Focus on becoming King of the Pirates first then you can worry about me," you tell him.

"I promise I'll make you proud. I won't forget what you and Shanks taught me," Luffy said.

You watched as Luffy was ready to set off in the world to become king of the pirates. He had told you two days before that he was leaving and that he had gotten a small boat ready. You felt nervous on letting him go off but you knew that he would not change his mind once he had his mind set.

“And I promise to be safe. I’ll send you letters of my adventures!”

“Or you could always come back and visit me,” you tell him.

“I will do that too!”

“Luffy. Please be careful,” you tell him.

“I will. And thank you. For taking care of me for all these years,” Luffy said.

“Of course.”

“I’ll see you again soon! And I’ll bring back some awesome stuff for you!” Luffy said before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. He got on his boat and began to sail off.

-

A few weeks later, you saw Luffy’s bounty poster in the newspaper. You stared at his photo as you fiddled with the ring Shanks gave you.

You were alone now. Luffy was off being a pirate and Shanks was God knows where. You leaned your head on your head as you stared down at the photo. You missed your boys and now that you were alone, what was left for you to do?

"You okay, Y/n?" Makino asked you.

"Just missing my boys," you tell her.

"At least you know how Luffy's doing," she said. You smile softly before nodding.

-

“Gents! We are setting sail!” Shanks called out after drinking another pint of beer.

“Where to captain?”

“Windmill Village! I need to pick up someone from there,” Shanks told his crew.

“You mean Y/n?”

“Of course I do. Let’s go get her shall we?”

-

You gathered your vegetables from your garden before walking back to your home. You began to separate them for ones to keep and ones to sell. Now that Luffy was gone, you had more food to sell.

A faint knock at the door was heard making you look over. You walked to the door to find Shanks standing there. Your eyes widen as you stared at him.

“Shanks?”

“You’re just as beautiful as the day I left,” Shanks said before cupping your cheek and leaning in to kiss you.

“Wait! Did you find the one piece? Why are you here? Am I dreaming?” You asked, a million questions ran through your head.

“Haven't found the one piece yet. But I am here to take my fiancée away from here."

“Shanks-“

“I saw Luffy’s bounty poster. And I knew that meant you’re no longer taking care of him. So join me, my love.”

“Shanks. I don’t know.”

“Please. I cannot bare another day without you. Join me and I promise you to give you everything you could ever ask for,” Shanks tells you. You leaned up to kiss him again before pulling him into your home with his shirt. He closed the door behind him, locking it with his one hand.

“I’ll join you Shanks. But first, I need you to touch me again,” you tell him as you began to undo the knot on his cape.

“Of course my love. I'm all yours."

-

“I’ve missed you so much,” you tell him as you cuddled up next to him. There was only one perk of Shanks having one arm. You can lie close to him without worrying about making his arm hurt or fall asleep.

“I’ve missed you too. You’re all that I thought of,” Shanks tells you.

“Same here. I should leave a note for Luffy for when he decides to visit,” you mention as you looked around your home.

“Of course.”

As you packed your bags, you looked around at your home. You began to tear up as you stared at a few pictures of you and Luffy.

“You’ll see him again my love,” Shanks said, kissing your head.

“I know. But I just can’t help but think what would happen if Luffy came home and he needs help?”

“He’s a grown boy now, Y/n. And even then, we can always come back here if you need to,” Shanks told you. You nodded before kissing him once more.

“Though I’d like to marry you before we set sail,” Shanks mentioned as he held your hand.

“I’d love that.”

Once you were packed up, you two headed to the village. You dropped off the vegetables to Makino while one of Shanks’s crew members brought your stuff to Shanks’s room. You wore a white dress as requested by Shanks.

“Shall we get married?” Shanks asked you.

“Who’s going to officiate?”

“My crew got the priest to quickly rush over so we can marry before we set sail.”

“You planned this didn’t you?”

“Darling, I knew I wanted to make you mine forever the moment I decided to come back to you.”

You smiled at Shanks before kissing him once more.

Shanks’s crew and a few of your close friends were your witnesses to your small and quick wedding. But it didn’t matter if it wasn’t a traditional wedding. You had each other and that’s all that mattered.

While the crew celebrated in the village, you and Shanks were enjoying each other’s company in his room on his ship. The two of you didn't wait any time to consummate your marriage together.

Shanks lied awake as you slept soundly next to him. After six rounds, you were knocked out. Shanks smiled as he kissed your forehead, finally being able to relax now that you were in his arms.

“I love you so much my love,” Shanks tells you.

—

“If it isn’t my lovely wife,” Shanks smiled as you waddled over to him.

You were eight months pregnant and Shanks was more than happy for you to be carrying his child. He quickly greeted you in the middle before kissing you on the lips.

“How is my beautiful wife?” Shanks asked you.

“I feel fat,” you tell him honestly.

“Nonsense. You’re still the most gorgeous woman in my eyes,” Shanks said.

“Plus it doesn’t help that the sea is making me sick again,” you tell him as you felt queasy.

“We’ll be docking again back home my love,” Shanks assured you before kissing you once more.

“Are you sure you're okay with staying in the village until the baby is born?" You asked him.

"Of course. I'd do anything for our family," Shanks said before kissing your head.

—

"Daddy! Come on!" Your five year old son called out as he ran towards the ocean.

"Don't go too far or else you'll give your mother a heart attack," Shanks chuckled as he carried his one year old daughter in his arm.

"Why doesn't anyone wait for me?" You complained as you waddled over towards your family.

"I'm here for you," Shanks said as he waited for you. Though you had two kids already, you were expecting one more.

"You did this to me," you joked as you pointed a finger at him.

"I don't recall you complaining about it," Shanks smiled before giving you a quick kiss.

"Mom! Can we have a bonfire later?" Your son asked you.

"Yeah. Of course baby," you nodded.

Shanks and you sat on chairs next to your son as he built a sandcastle. You smiled at Shanks as he smiled down at your daughter.

"I got a letter from Luffy. Said he plans on visiting us next month with his crew," you tell Shanks.

"Oh good. Haven't seen him in a while," Shanks said.

"I know. I'm happy to see him and his pirate crew together. Remember when he always asked for you to take him into your crew?" You asked Shanks.

"Those were the good old days," Shanks laughed a little.

"Yeah. I'm glad you came back to me sooner."

"I'm glad to. I could never imagine a life without," Shanks tells you before leaning in to kiss you.

[daydreamerwonderkid]

~Wings, hearts, some things are meant to be torn apart

Faith, hope, some things are meant to be gone broke~

DO NOT STEAL/REPOST MY ART.

Update: So @nefarious-616-necromancer stole my art and is trying to claim that all art on their blog is theirs. They're also saying that they have "permission" from the original artists to repost the art they stole. If you see their posts, screenshot the evidence, contact the actual artists and report them. They delete comments and block anyone who tries to credit the actual artists or asks them to show proof that they created the art in the first place.

Fuck people like this. /end Update

Palette taken from the cover of Lewis Blisset's Killing Butterflies.

I had a lot of fun with this one. Probably my fave piece that I've done so far.

WIP

[onlymingyus]

warm hearts

pairing; choi seungcheol x gn reader

genre; fluff

warnings; just two simps in love, mentions food and eating

w/c; 500 and some change

a/n; cheol posted these pics and he is my comfort member (one of them). i am struggling really bad mentally right now and i just needed to write something about how warm these pics made me feel. this is just a special posting, not on y schedule and it's very short so -- enjoy. thank you to @junkissed for the quick beta

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“It’s cold, baby…” 

Seungcheol’s pouty voice makes you smile as you look at him through the viewfinder of his camera. His lips were pursed to match his voice and his eyes locked on you as he watched you take another step back in the snow. 

“I know, Cheol, but you look so cute. Just a couple more.” 

He was beginning to wonder why he had agreed to be the one to pose in the middle of the snow heart but seeing your smile as you looked at him over the camera made him want to agree to it all over again. You watch as his lips soften into a smile and you snap a few more shots, biting at your bottom lip as your stomach comes alive with butterflies. 

You had been dating Seungcheol for a couple years but moments like this, when he would smile at you like that, made you feel like it was brand new. You fell in love with him all over again and it felt like he was doing the same. 

Lowering the camera, you sigh, your breath visible in the cold, night air as you look at your handsome boyfriend, waiting patiently in the heart made of snow. He looked so small, crouched down, his arms resting on his knees but you knew that he wasn’t. You knew that at any moment he would have his arms back around you, cradling you against his body. 

“All done. I think there is a market a little further up. Do you want to get a snack?” 

Moving to his feet, Seungcheol seems to read your mind as he presses his cold lips together, moving in behind you to pull you, wrapping his arms around you. His eyes scan over the pictures you have taken of him as you click through them, a smile on his face as he leans his cold cheek against yours, enjoying the warmth of your body against his. 

“Mm, yeah. I’m craving fishcakes.” 

Sliding your hand along Seungcheol’s arm, you laugh at his craving before nodding in agreement to the idea of the warm broth that would accompany it. 

“Sounds good, only if we can get hotteok too.” 

Taking a step from Seungcheol, you laugh once again when he walks along with you, keeping his arm wrapped around your stomach. 

“That’s basically written in the rules, so of course we will.” 

A bright smile is on your face and you lean your head back against Seungcheol’s shoulder as you both walk in tandem. The walk is awkward and slow but it’s worth the effort as you feel not only the shared warmth but also that you don’t want to be anywhere else. 

“Thank you for today, Cheol.” 

Your soft words cause Seungcheol to smile as he leans against you, finally coming to a stop in the market. You didn’t have to thank him for something like that; he wanted to spend the day with you, the night, his life, but he would give you anything you asked for. 

“You’re welcome, baby. Thank you for spending it with me.” 

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[princessnijireiki]

what happened w the staff wrt “scortched earth”

ok so staff has a new page @/humans where they've got a post up listing several of the current moderators for the site, some of whom linked their own tumblr blogs. user @partyjockers made an original post like "so the new staff lineup explains why mods aren't blocking actual terfs huh" & then reblogged their own post with screenshots for evidence, one of the @/humans intro post, and one of the blog of one of those mods, "jas," @/jezzuminah. all publicly visible posts.

jas is a diehard hp fan, but people paid close attention to her artwork (her art tag is linked in a pinned post at the top of her blog). she's done a lot of dramione fanart, a lot of attack on titan fanart, and ship fanart of aged up preschoolers from spy x family. of note, she also put in her header, "opinions are my own," which is typical for ppl maintaining private social media accts linked to their real professional lives, as a way to ask for or demand a free pass to be inflammatory in some way w/o facing prof'nl. repercussions.

most of the commentary I saw at that point on @partyjockers's post was like, "lol that figures," bc it's not like any of that is especially shocking to see on tumblr; it's dime a dozen in fandom circles, but funny to confirm that "yeah the employees #on here are like that too, ugh, smh. 🙄"

within ONE DAY, staff had no only entirely shut down & seemingly permabanned @partyjockers, AND copyright striked the original screenshots so they get blanked out to error pictures if you try to repost them, they also did something they've never done before + which past staff have indicated was not doable within the tumblr framework: they scrubbed every trace of the post from the site. original post, gone. THOUSANDS of reblogs, all gone. even notifications from people interacting with reblogs of the post, wiped from the activity page. like beyond twitter, where if you delete a tweet, you can still see people's responses from THEIR pages, and you can still see QRTs even if you can't see what's been retweeted... every interaction w that post was gone. @partyjockers, gone. jas just toggled off the "view top posts" feature, locked her twitter & instagram, and deleted one piece of dramione fanart that people began reblogging after that overkill response.

and NOW the scrutiny is higher than ever before, because it's all fun & games and "my opinions are my own" until one person hurts your feelings (at WORK) by pointing & saying, "harry potter fan!" ...and, vitally, they also proved @partyjockers right. they've always been able to erase the entire footprint of violent fascists, people spreading explicit hate speech, literal nazis, revenge porn distributors, doxxers, bigots who run active harassment campaigns (incl some terfs!), ppl who share EXPLICIT csa materials, gore, etc.— even pages like @communismkills just got shadowbanned, and that was after a LONG TIME being a leaking sphincter on this site.

and tumblr staff have thus far ONLY ever unleashed this big gun ONCE in the whole history of the site, to my knowledge, as a tool to take down a page that wasn't even, like, a "whistleblower" for anything that serious, but who JUST SAID, "y'all don't ban terfs (true!) & y'all hire harry potter fans (also true!)," which apparently this new staff took sooooo personally & seriously & disparagingly (lol) that they nuked a random person's page from orbit over the "insult."

and we're currently on day 2, so I'm sure more will eventually unfold, but yeah, this scorched earth tactic is genuinely batshit hostility out of nowhere, over not even mild criticism but just a literal factual observation.

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

⋆ 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓭 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱: 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓜𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓜𝓮 𝓢𝓸 𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 ⋆

Please note: This is a repost from my old blog, @sugarcookiesheep!

⋆ It was never boring, being with Floyd. He was unpredictable, spontaneous, brightening up your life in ways you never knew possible. Each day brought something new, depending on his mood. The mornings where he refused to let you leave, whining and squeezing you tight, preventing you from getting out of bed. If you managed to escape his hold, he’d find you, complaining as he wraps his arms around you.

⋆ You could be in the kitchen making breakfast when Floyd comes in, sleepy and annoyed. He’d approach you, complaining how you were gone as he holds you from behind, practically laying on you. As you cooked he would attempt to drag you back to bed, telling you it was too early and that you could have breakfast later. He would change his tune once you were done, the smell hitting him as he realized how hungry he was.

⋆ The days where he didn’t want to work, dismissing the idea and saying he didn’t feel like it. You would have to bribe him to get him to go, giving him a sweet kiss and promising him more when his shift ended. He would happily agree, wanting a few more kisses before taking off. Though, that’s not to say he would work his whole shift, startling you as he bursts back through the door an hour or two later. He had different excuses each time, like work being too boring or having missed you.

⋆ Azul would call you once he realized Floyd had left, asking if you knew where he was. He would hear him in the background, demanding he come back to the lounge. Floyd would tell him no, saying he didn’t wanna work, adamant about his decision. Azul would sigh in frustration, knowing there was no point in trying to convince him, apologizing to you before hanging up the phone. Floyd would then ask about the kisses you promised him earlier, looking at you expectantly.

⋆ Or the nights when you would surprise him, stopping by the lounge while he was working. The way his eyes would light up when he noticed you, shouting the nickname he gave you in delight. He would disregard what he was doing, ignoring the cries of protest from the customers he was serving as he headed your way. He was so happy to see you, his mood skyrocketing as he pulled you in for a hug. Jade would watch you both fondly, telling Floyd he would serve you and mentioning he had people waiting, gesturing towards the tray he abandoned at your entrance. He would grumble, reluctantly letting you go as he listened to Jade, heading back to work. Jade would lead you to a table, taking your order before leaving to get your drink.

⋆ You watched Floyd as he worked, your eyes meeting throughout the night. He would put his hand out whenever he passed your table, holding a piece of your hair or poking your cheek, unable to resist the urge to touch you. You would even find yourself with a dessert you hadn’t ordered, Jade giving you a wink and holding a finger to his mouth as he nodded towards Floyd, silently letting you know it was from him. You would stay until closing, waiting for him to clock out before heading home together.

⋆ One thing people didn’t realize was how perceptive he was, able to read any change in your mood and unafraid to point it out. He would go quiet, staring at you for a moment before asking what was wrong, noticing you were upset about something. He wouldn’t accept any excuse you gave him, wanting to know exactly what it was that upset you, wondering if he needed to squeeze someone. If it was comfort you needed he would be happy to provide it, holding you in his arms gently. Moments like these were rare, but more common than some may think, soft and quiet and intimate. He knew you just as well as you knew him, complimenting each other despite any differences you had. No one else could compare to him in your eyes.

⋆ You were dressed in nice clothes, fancier than what you’d normally wear, on your way to the lounge. You were invited to a big event Azul was having, celebrating the anniversary of the Mostro Lounge opening. The lounge was fully decorated, part of the dining room cleared to create a makeshift dance floor, a band playing in the corner. Azul was dressed in his nicest suit, mingling with the crowd as Jade and Floyd carried trays of drinks and hors d'oeuvres, offering them to guests. Jade noticed you first, getting Floyd’s attention and gesturing towards your direction. He did a double take upon seeing you, smile growing as he gave you a once over, loving how you looked.

⋆ He made his way over to you, giving you compliments as he continued staring at your outfit, saying you should wear it more often. He noticed others were staring too, giving them a look as he emphasizes that you should wear it more often for him, moving to stand closer to you. As much as he wanted to hold you he couldn’t, his hands full at the moment. You noticed he was starting to get upset, moving to lean against him so his mood wouldn’t worsen. He seemed satisfied with that, your sides pressed against each other’s as you stood there. You took a drink from the tray he was carrying, talking with him as you looked around the room, watching the crowd. You looked towards the dance floor, surprised to see how empty it was.

⋆ He noticed where you were looking right as the band switched songs, playing something more jazzy and fast paced now. It seemed to be a song he was familiar with, his eyes lighting up in recognition as he quickly handed the trays he was holding to an employee passing by, spilling some of the drinks in his haste. He turned to you, saying “C'mon, let’s dance!”, grabbing your hand and dragging you onto the dance floor with him. He wasn’t doing any dance in particular, instead feeling the music and moving his body with the beat. You laughed as he pulled you around, his enthusiasm contagious as he would spin you and dip you throughout the song. In the middle of your dance you stared into his eyes, sounding a bit out of breath as you told him, “You make me so happy, Floyd” in between laughs.

⋆ His face lights up at your words, unable to resist wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you close. He would be leaning down holding you, your faces touching as he nuzzles your cheek, laughing.

“Awww, I make *Nickname* happy? You make me happy too! So happy, I never wanna let you go~ Hee hee” ♡

Originally posted: March 6th, 2024

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

[wave2tyun]

apple cider | ☆

pairing: huening kai x reader

genre: fluff, childhood friends to lovers

summary: you were foolishly blind to the feelings you held for your best friend, huening kai, until one they, they started to bottle up like soda pop

warnings: slight injury?? nothing serious<3

word count: 3.5k

notes: apple cider by beabadoobee has been ON REPEAT!!!! these past few days!!!!1!1! which is why i believed it might be the perfect time to bring this fic back!!😋 i love love love writing things based on songs, and this is (obviously asbdsjha) where the inspo for this fic came from, as well as the studio ghibli movie 'from up on poppy hill'!! :D also, is it just me or do 24 hours in a day simply not feel like enough anymore......?😖

☆ = repost from my old blog!!

huening kai was the definition of a sweetheart. grandmas loved him, animals adored him, he was the type of boy anybody's parents would be delighted to meet if you brought him home. and most importantly, he was your best friend.

you and kai met in kindergarten. your very first interaction happened when your parents were late to pick you up, so you, a sensitive child started crying a river. kai was even faster than the teacher to approach you, napkin in his hand and a sweet smile on his face. he patted your back until your parents arrived, sometimes cracking some pokemon impressions in an attempt to make you smile again like he saw you earlier that morning. during your arts and crafts session the next day, you made kai a sloppy drawing of his favorite pokemon character, which, to this day, he insists is the greatest gift he has ever received, the treasured piece of paper sitting in a frame on his nightstand to remain in pristine condition.

from that day on, you only ended up spending more and more time together. you switched seats so that you could sit next to each other during classes, played together during breaks and became lunch buddies, an unspoken promise which had been kept during primary school, middle school, and even now, as you were both high school students in your last year. kai grew up to be a piano prodigy, thus becoming the president of the school's music club. you, on the other hand, wasn't any interested in any extracurricular activities, preferring to stay in bed and sleep your day away on the days where your parents weren't attacking you with house chores. still, you and kai were stuck together like glue. you talked on the phone every day at midnight, rambling on about your day or about anything that crossed your mind; you tried your best to meet up outside of school whenever your schedules allowed, popping a cold bottle of your favorite sweet apple cider.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

your eyes scanned the tables for kai once again. he told you to meet up at the outside dining area, but 15 minutes had passed and he was nowhere to be seen. you huffed, placing your tray down at a table where some of your classmates sat. ‘can’t believe he’d ditch me today’ you angrily pierced the straw through your milk carton.

the sound of a loud horn startled you, making you almost choke on your drink. the highest windows of the school were opened with a bang, paper scrolls coming out of them, followed by the heads of some students as they were peeking out.

“are those the club leaders?” someone at your table asked.

“yeah...seems like so” yunjin answered “what are they up to now?”

you shielded your eyes with your hand, squinting as you tried to read the words written on the papers.

‘lack of freedom kills the people’

“they’re protesting” you broke the silence, making everyone’s head turn towards you “the principal has been wanting to shut down the clubs”

some students gathered around the dining area, they moved in sync and with fast movements, taking out the grate that was placed over the water basin outside. you shrugged, going back to your meal. you weren’t exactly sure what they were going to achieve with this. not even a minute later, yunjin gave you a tap on the shoulder, pointing towards the roof.

“isn’t that-“ she stopped midway, unable to finish her sentence. your face was instantly drained of color at the sight.

it was huening kai.

“what the hell is he doing up there” you mumbled, frowning. you didn’t have a good feeling about this- whatever this was.

huening kai had a bright smile plastered on his face, the whole school’s attention being on him. he coughed then cleared his throat before loudly speaking.

“if our words weren’t enough to reach principal Jung, then that means that it is time for us to turn to actions” he inched closer towards the edge of the roof. his voice remained confident, but his hands betrayed him, shaking as he held the mic close to his chest.

you gulped. you felt nauseous, an empty feeling was taking over your stomach despite the distance between the roof and the ground not being that high.

“if you don’t want to respect us- we will make ourselves heard” huening kai turned his head, looking back at the boys behind him, who gave him a short nod. then, he put the mic down, taking a deep breath before diving into the air, aiming for the water basin.

the plan was easier said than done, and kai stumbled into a bush before landing down on his knees in the shallow water. the members of the photography club were quick to capture the moment, just like you were quick to jump out of your seat and approach the boy. “are you okay-“ you reached your hand out to help him stand up. kai’s smile never faltered away, and once he was back on his feet, he gave you a wink as he clasped your hands together. the bright flashes of the cameras surrounded you in an instant, the photographers pushing through to get “the best shot”.

your cheeks turned a bright shade of red, and you let go of his hands, mumbling as you went back to your seat “stupid- so stupid” you continued to stuff your face with the sandwich you had packed in your lunch bag. why was your face burning that much anyway- you shook your head, trying to ignore the thoughts invading your mind, as well as the hushed whispers coming from all around you. you couldn’t let such foolish actions disturb your day.

kai, as usual, still called you that night. you, however, loved being stubborn. when you saw his name coming up on the screen of your phone, you contemplated for a few minutes, before swiping to deny the call. ‘that should teach him’ you thought. barely a minute later, you were already regretting your decision. you were still mad at him, yet, for some reason, you still wanted to hear his voice, just like every other night. it never mattered to you whether it was a proper conversation. you didn’t care what kai would be talking about- you just wanted to feel like you had him, in some way, close to you, though your pride didn’t allow you to be the one to initiate another call. why was it that you wished to hear him so badly? after all, you didn’t even like him...right? or at least- you didn’t even like him that much- right?

you tossed and turned in your bed, unable to let your eyelids close.

fuck.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

dark circles adored your eyes as a result of the poor sleep you had last night. you wished you could skip the first period and remain in bed for just a few minutes more, but your mom wasn’t having any of that. she took the blanket off your bed and opened your window, forcing you to get up and get ready for the day.

you stood in the hallway, head buried in the school’s newspaper, which teased ‘a revolution’ as well as ‘an endearing romance’ with a big image of you and kai holding hands on the front page.

“is there any way i could make it up to you?” you heard a voice near you.

you closed your locker’s door, kai’s face coming into sight, grinning as always. you wanted to ignore him for the day, pretending to be mad at him for the embarrassment that he had put you through the day before. but kai knew you too well- he had already anticipated your reaction to his stunt, and he wasn’t going to let you get rid of him so easily.

“depends. do you have anything in mind?” you crossed your arms, leaning on your side against the locker.

“apple cider, 10 pm at the playground. sounds good?”

you bit your lip to fight back the smile that was threatening to take over your face. looking down at the floor, you chuckled.

“i guess that would suffice. we’ll see”

the bell rang, signaling the end of your break. kai took the chance to quickly ruffle your hair before sprinting to his class. ‘dork’ you snorted, putting it back into place before going your own way.

you were quick to prepare dinner that day. both of your parents were taken aback by the stark change in your attitude compared to how you behaved in the morning, the sudden surge in energy being questionable. they chose not to bring it up though, afraid that they might ruin your mood. you arrived at the playground at 10 pm sharp and sat on one of the swings there, protecting the other vacant one from the kids that still lingered around until kai came. and soon enough, there he was, apple cider bottles in his hands (just like he promised) as he approached you. you smiled at the sight.

“are you that happy to see me?”

“you wish- i’m just happy to receive the apple cider” you joked, lying through your teeth.

“ah- i’m hurt” hueningkai frowned, dramatically putting a hand over his heart. you laughed at his cute antics. he took his place on the swing, handing you one bottle.

“that jumper looks pretty on you, i like it”

“t-thanks” you stuttered, looking down, failing to see the tips of his ears turning pink. you took a sip from the bottle, the taste so refreshing and all too familiar.

“so- did you manage to convince the principal not to shut down the clubs?”

kai chuckled, reminiscing the events “yeah-“ he stood up, putting his hands on his hips and clearing his throat before speaking again with an exaggerated lower voice “never in my 40 years in this field have i ever seen such- such outrageous actions” pinching the bridge of his nose, he continued “whatever, just do whatever you want. at this point it’s less of a pain to let you continue than to cancel everything”

you burst into laughter at his silly act. kai always had his imitations spot on, and to you, it was much more entertaining than any kind of comedy movie.

“i’m glad it wasn’t all in vain” your smile died down upon noticing the bandages wrapped around his hand “is your hand okay though?”

“oh- yeah, don’t worry about it, it’s just a scratch” he replied quickly, stuffing it in the pocket of his jacket before sitting back down. you sat in silence for a while after that, kicking around the pebbles underneath your feet.

“i’m sorry” kai whispered softly.

“hm? sorry for what?” you frowned.

“sorry for getting you involved in this, it wasn’t supposed to be like that- i told the other members of the club to remove the picture from the article but they didn’t listen”

“hey- it’s okay” you reassured him “it was out of your control, it wasn’t like you knew this whole fiasco was going to unfold”

“but-“ he tried to argue,

“no buts” you interrupted him, laughing “whatever happened, happened. plus- i got to drink some apple cider. even better since it was with you- so, it’s all good”

kai returned your smile, he seemed to be a bit more at ease after hearing those words. you wished that you could have found the strength to get up and give him a hug too, but you were too afraid that your heart would burst if you did that now.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“i’m home” you shouted as you stepped inside the house. leaving your bag on the floor in the hallway, you dragged your feet to the kitchen and put on the apron to get started on your dinner. your parents never got off work before your classes ended, meaning that the responsibility of preparing food for everybody always fell on you. you opened the cabinet underneath the sink to get some potatoes, but your hand reached out into nothingness. confused, you crouched down to have a better look. your face dropped as you realised that there was nothing left inside. that one vegetable was the whole star of the dish, meaning that there was simply no way to substitute it.

‘shit shit shit-‘ you stormed out the door, wanting to slap yourself in the face as you recalled the moment your mother asked you to stop by the farmer’s market in the morning. maybe, just this once, the traffic would be jammed and your parents wouldn’t be so quick to return home from work. you struggled to put on your jumper as you also held a basket in your hand, wanting to be as quick as possible. just as you were about to make your way down, you someone called out from behind you:

“need a ride?” kai was riding his bike to his grandparents, but stopped in his tracks upon seeing you in such a hurried and panicked state.

“god- yes, please” you fumbled over your words. the timing couldn’t have been any more perfect; you were so grateful to see him there, you could almost see a ray of light shining on him and a halo on top of his head.

“have a seat then” he laughed.

you quickly sat down in the back of kai’s bicycle. looking down at the steep path in front of you, you gulped “are you sure it’s okay for us to ride together?”

“just hold on tight” kai took hold of your hands and wrapped them around his torso before pressing on one pedal with his foot. you couldn’t even brace yourself properly for the impact as you went down the hill of doom; your head instantly hit kai’s muscular back, and you found yourself holding his body tighter. you closed your eyes, trying to shift your focus from the citizens passing by you in a blur, to the sweet scent of his fruit-punch shampoo invading your senses. kai swiftly took a turn to the left, effortlessly avoiding all the possible obstacles in his path. thankfully, you both made it to the farmer’s market in one piece.

sighing in relief, you lifted yourself up and walked to the nearest vegetable stall around. kai remained right next to you, making a purchase of his own. he munched on a freshly fried hashbrown as you did the necessary shopping, holding a second piece in his other hand.

“all done” your shoulders slumped down, the whole thing had drained you both physically and mentally. you quirked an eyebrow as you looked at kai eating.

“what?” he asked, throwing the last piece of food in his mouth “i need energy to go back”

“right” you sighed “thank you so much. i might live to see another day because of you” you tried to joke. in reality, the thought of your parents scolding you alone was enough to make your heart start beating faster.

“don’t worry about it” he chuckled “here- take this” he handed you the hashbrown he had been holding. you took it reluctantly, not having expected to receive something like this.

“eat it- it’s good. plus, you need energy too” kai grabbed his bicycle again, positioning himself on the leather seat “i have to go now, you should probably hurry too.” he smiled “take care, y/n” kai sent you a little wave before setting off. you stood on the side of the road for one more moment, smiling at the hashbrown in your hand. you took the first bite as you started to go up the hill again, the worries that were clouding your head quickly disappearing.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

somehow, soon enough, you found yourself in front of kai’s house. you wanted to thank him for his sweet gesture from a few days ago. if it weren’t for him, your parents would have probably kept you locked in the house. you didn’t know what you were going to say to him. staring at the box of cookies you brought with you, you tried to muster up the courage to knock on the door.

knock knock knock

you waited patiently, biting your lips.

‘maybe there’s still enough time to run-‘

“y/n- hi, come in” kai opened the door, greeting you.

“hi” you blurted out. stepping inside, you took off your shoes, then silently followed behind kai as he guided you towards his room. piano sheets were spread out everywhere- on the floor, on his desk, on his bed. you’ve never seen it look like such a mess.

“oh- sorry, were you practicing?”

“tried to- the music festival is just around the corner, but the song choices are killing me”

“can you show me?” you asked, it was always a pleasure to hear kai practicing, but this time, you were also using this as an excuse to organise your thoughts properly.

“yeah, come here” kai patted the empty space beside him on the piano bench. you hugged the cookie box close to your chest, the short distance between the two of you making you feel nervous.

kai’s fingers glided along the black and white tiles, wrist playfully flicking up as he changed up the speed with ease to create a flawless, harmonious symphony. it sounded perfect- it always did.

“that was great” you spoke softly as he finished up the piece.

“wanna try?” kai offered.

“s-sure” you stuttered, putting down the box. somehow, despite all those years that you’ve known each other, you had never given learning piano a try.

kai took hold of your right hand, placing it on the keys “you have to use the pad of your fingers” he put his hand over yours, gently pressing down to demonstrate. you prayed that he couldn’t hear the loud sound of your palpitating heart “then- move your wrist up before moving on to the next set of notes, then down, like a feather falling” you started to feel light-headed, the feeling of kai’s warm hands on yours making you unable to concentrate on the task at hand. you looked up at him, his face now much closer to you than when you first started practicing. kai’s hand stopped guiding yours, yet didn’t let go of it. he glanced at you, his gaze stopping on your plush, rosy lips.

“holding you closer right now- would that cross the line?” he spoke softly, in a daze.

“maybe i want you to cross the line” you whispered back.

kai stood still for a moment, letting your words sink in. then- with gentle movements, his hand came to rest on your jawline, thumb rubbing against your cheek. he seemed nervous- so nervous to not ruin all of your built-up relationship up until that point. but fuck it- you looked so pretty with that jumper he adored, sitting gingerly on his piano chair, inviting him to finally feel his lips on yours. how was he supposed to resist? and when kai closed the gap, his mouth meeting yours in a gentle peck, it felt so incredibly right, so good and sweet.

one more peck.

his body shifted even closer to you.

another one.

his hand came to rest on your lower back, yours grabbed hold of his soft black sweater.

and once more- but this time, you both let the touch last longer, melting into the feeling.

“can i kiss you more?” kai asked, voice barely above a whisper, his thumb was caressing your lips as he spoke. you nodded, eager to indulge yourself into the taste of his sweet kiss. you hummed as he pressed his lips on yours again, the butterflies in your heart unable to settle down. he grinned into the kiss at the sound, his heart felt warm knowing that you wanted this, and enjoyed this just as much as he did. you pulled away, giving the mole at the corner of his lips a kiss, then you left another on the one near his temple, ending with the one you adored most, the one on his nose. you cupped his face, the temperature of his cheeks rising against your fingertips. kai chuckled as you hid your face in the crook of his neck, the adoration you felt towards him becoming almost too much to handle.

“do you want to stay the night?” kai asked bashfully, his fingers playing with one of your sleeves “i have some apple cider left” he looked up at you, eyes gleaming with hope.

“of course i want to” you giggled, dipping down to leave another peck on his soft lips.

3 bottles of apple cider down, you and kai laid down on the bed, legs tangled with each other as he played with your hair and you braided his. you joked around, playing with the plushies on his bed, sometimes stealing kisses on the cheek from each other and falling into another fit of shy giggles yet again. and when you finally drifted off to sleep, hand in hand, you swore you had never felt your heart feel more at ease.

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why didn't you tell me; miguel o'hara

🕸️ premise: miguel notices that you’re not your usual self. it concerns him that the sunshine he knows you as is losing your light. he decides to get to the point of it and checks on you. 🕸️ tropes: tired sunshine reader, concern and strict miguel, light hurt/comfort 🕸️ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem. reader 🕸️ word count: 3,600 words

a/n; this piece is reposted from my old blog and originally was supposed to be in two parts. but i've decided to just combine them into one. this fic is a sign to make sure to include self-care in your routine! should have taken my own advice bc now my mental health is delincing. but i am slowly regaining my strength and forcing myself for self-care ♡

“Hey, do you think she’s alright?” 

Miguel glares at the young variants of Spider-People from the holographic screen. As the leader of the society, he’s expected to oversee things. The multiverse and Spider-People are in the building and on missions. He sees Miles, Gwen, Hobie and Pavitr in the hallways. Miguel assumes they're going to his office to deliver their mission logs from the mission he gave them. 

Miguel turns to look at the screen; there should be five of them coming back. He stares at the screen a little longer, red eyes hoping to glimpse a familiar figure. You are not with the young variants. 

Pavitr mentions your name and adds, “Perhaps she’s feeling unwell today.” 

“I don’t think I would use ‘unwell’ to describe her today,” Gwen says. “It’s more like she’s—”

“Angry?” Hobie guesses. “On edge? Like the way I would express my anger and hatred to the PMs and oppression of society?”

“Pretty much,” Gwen’s voice trails. “She seems more tired than she usually is. It’s not like her, you know?”

“Maybe we can get her something and check up on her after this.” Miles suggests. 

This shouldn’t surprise Miguel; the mission he gave you wasn’t an easy one. He assigned you to lead the team this time, trusting your abilities and judgement. Outcomes of every mission you come back from bring him neutrally satisfied and at ease. You’re usually the one who updates him about the mission. Hiding nothing from him, even with things that someone in your assigned team has done will make his blood boil. You’re a person Miguel relies on and trusts a lot. He depends on you to keep the multiverse safe, and depending on your presence, to remind him of what he’s fighting for. 

Hearing the young Spider-Heroes talk about your unusual behaviour keeps him attentive. He knows you. Well, everyone in the Alchemax building knows what you’re like. The bright and cheerful spider-heroine, your presence and energy, lightens the room. Everyone in the building would believe that you are a ray of sunshine in human form. Delightful to be around, and everyone comes to you because you give people some sort of comfort. You might as well be the Spider Society’s very own Spider-Sunshine. 

Miguel slowly descended at his preferred pace. He knows that the youngsters are coming to see him, but you’re not. It troubles him and hides it by being inquisitive; “Lyla, what’s the status of her? Has she been injured during the mission?” 

His holographic assistant appears next to him. “There hasn’t been a report of major injuries based on the mission’s footage.” 

“Is she still in the building?” 

“Yes, she is. In her room. She’s asked not to be disturbed.” 

“Miguel!” A female voice echoes. Miguel withholds himself from sighing at being interrupted to ask his assistant more. “We’re back.” 

“Reporting for duty!” Pavitr adds. 

Miguel turns around to see the younger Spider-Men and Spider-Gwen. Though the platform has reached its lowest stop, he’s still towering over the four of them. Looking at Miles, Gwen, Hobie and Pavitr from above. “Mission report?” 

“It’s all good, Miguel! We caught the anomaly as planned.”

“The clean-up team arrived on the scene and there were no casualties,” Gwen says. “Though I think I might have to check myself for a chiropractor.” She mumbles, and slowly rotates her right arm, touching her shoulder. 

“Hmph.” Miguel’s eyes bore mindless. Seeing there’s no sight of you irks him a little. After a few seconds of silence, he glances at the four of them. “How is she?”

“She?” Miles’ voice echoes. His eyes widen in realisation, probably because he’s intimidated by the way Miguel is glaring. “She’s uh… she’s okay. She just needs to recharge herself after a hard mission.” 

“Oh, and she said that she’ll send you the log missions,” Gwen says. 

“Good,” his response is simple. The air goes quiet, thoughts in his mind running at the thought of seeing you. Though you didn’t say how she would report back to him about the mission given you’ve retrieved as soon as you got back. “Will she be coming soon in person?”

“Don’t know about that.” Hobi glances. “It seems that she wants to be alone for the day.” 

Miguel lets out a dissatisfied hum. “Alright. You all may go now.” 

The young spider-heroes variants take their exit and soon the room belongs to him alone. 

He was hoping to see you after the mission. And, strangely, he hasn’t seen you in person for the day. The last communication he had with you was when he told you about putting you in charge of a mission to investigate and capture any anomalies in a different Earth multiverse. You sounded as fine as you normally are to him. 

Miguel thinks back to the conversation earlier, about your unusual behaviour. A part of him feels that you are almost acting closed off. Withdrawal. He knows that feeling all too well. “Lyla, are you sure no one was hurt during the mission?”

Lyla gives him an apologetic look and shakes her head. “Nothing, boss-man. Or else the medical team would report it in their system logs.” 

Suddenly there’s a look on her face; her eyes twinkling coyness as her smile widens into a grin. “Are you that worried about her, Miguel?” 

Miguel grumbles and looks away, hoping that his assistant doesn’t see his face twisting in annoyance and somewhat flustered. Today doesn’t seem to be his day that goes according to plans. His mind finds himself back to you again for the nth time. He hates to admit it, but he is concerned about you. Especially when the youngsters said. He just hopes that it’s just your tiredness that could be the reason for it. 

“If she hasn’t sent the mission logs by tomorrow, remind her again of it,” Miguel instructs. “And make today her day off. Make sure no one disturbs her until she’s ready.”

“Hey Miguel, Peter B. is on the call for you.”

Miguel didn’t bother to throw a glance at Lyla next to him. He is anticipating him to call him anyway. Peter is the team leader for the particular mission he was assigned to to save another dimension. “Put him through.”

Peter B’s hologram appears in front of him as Miguel keeps an eye on the surveillance. He can hear his friend’s voice without looking at him. “Hey, Miguel. The mission has gone well today. There’s a bit of damage control that needs to be sorted out, so could you call the Damage Control team?”

“What happened out there?” Miguel’s voice was stern. Even though he can see everything from the Spider Society, he wants to hear it himself from Peter Parker. He notices that a mishap happened that almost changed the canon event. Even though it didn't happen, Miguel couldn’t help but feel annoyance rising in him.

“Well,” he sees Peter touching the back of his neck. There’s hesitation in his expression as Peter glances at him once again. “We managed to dodge the bullet of what happened. You know, prevent the disruption of the canon events. But, Sunny has taken a bit too much at heart. I think she’s having a hard time, Miguel. It looks like she’s struggling.”

Miguel can’t help but raise a brow at him when Peter brings up your name. He tries to conceal the troubled expression on his face. Red eyes stare at Peter for an explanation. “What makes you say that?”

“Well, she’s not, you know, sunny. Not like herself.” Peter says.

Miguel is certain that this isn’t the first time he’s heard about you like that. He remembers the younger Spider-Heroes talking about you the way Peter is talking. About how you seem different. More withdrawn, and quiet, and he noticed that you weren’t as engaging as you usually are during missions. 

“Alright, thanks, Peter. The Damage Control team will be with you shortly.”

Peter B. nods then his hologram disappears. Miguel looks back at the surveillance footage and watches you on the screen. Swinging from one place to another and throwing punches and kicks at the enemy. You’re a fighter and a well-trained one too. But he notices something different about the way you carry yourself in the fights. It’s swift, aggressive, and full of anger from the movements of your body. Miguel has never seen you fight like that before. You look unstoppable. 

He needs to see you and have a word with you. 

* * * * *

The mission you were given annoys you greatly. 

Even though you and your teammates have captured another multiverse villain, you do not still feel well about it. You mess up on several things; the villain was close to escaping, a child who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time almost got killed on the crime scene, and you snapped at one of your Spider teammates over the littlest things. Which you rarely do and you don’t usually do . 

But today you’re in all sorts of places and you hate it. 

The portal opens up to a familiar environment of the Spider Society HQ on Earth-928. You’re the first one to walk out, followed by your teammates. The heavy silence and brooding air feel too thick and you feel that you’re part of the cause for it. 

You walk into the headquarters intending to head towards a place that you’ve been frequently to the past few weeks. The training has become your haven to take out whatever you’re feeling. Except that with every punch, force, kick and flinging things around, you feel vexed—agitated and aggressive. And it’s been becoming more of that recently. 

You punch the bag harder. Faster. Harder and faster until you let the aggression take over you as you hit the bag simultaneously. Gritting your teeth as you focus on nothing but the urge to hit something.  

Bam, bam, bam! Why can’t you get your head in the game? 

“Hey, girl!” 

The bag hits you in the face and almost knocks you over. That snaps you from your torturing thoughts but you just want to be alone. You don’t bother looking at the person, recognising their voice. “Blowing off some steam?” Lyla says in a fun and playful tone. 

“What do you need, Lyla?” You ask, breathing shallowly. Your head spins a little – it’s been like that for a while – but you ignore the feeling. Thinking about what to beat up next. 

“Miguel wants to see you. He’s in the surveillance room.” 

You freeze when Lyla tells you that; he’s the last person you want to see right now. A gut feeling tells you that you know what this is all about and it doesn’t make it any better. You know you can’t avoid this especially if Miguel wants to see you. The week is getting worse for you. 

“Tell him that I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” You say, needing to take a shower and freshen up for another dreadful day for you. You glance at the holographic assistant. “How is he feeling today?”

“The usual– grumpy and serious.” Lyla nods. “Make haste then.” 

You let the cold water run down your skin and body. The time you spend in the shower did help you a little to mentally prepare yourself. When you’re done, you make your way to the surveillance room, where Miguel usually copes himself. The room starts dark but soon there are orange and red fluorescent lights emitting from the screen as you walk deeper into the room. 

Miguel has his back on you. His muscular, broad shoulders are the first thing you catch sight of as you enter his territory. You can never read Miguel and right this moment, you wish that you could. 

“Sunny.” 

You stay still, hearing your name being called out. Miguel’s voice booms in the large room. “What happened? A disruption of canon almost happened.” 

“I–” You begin, but nothing comes out of your mouth. You’re not sure how to explain yourself to him as you think back to what happened during the mission. Deep down, you know that you lost focus back there and nearly jeopardised the mission. And potentially the livelihood of others. “I’m sorry.” You lower your gaze, your voice like a whisper. 

“Don’t make the same mistake next time,” Miguel stearns. His red gaze feels sharp on your skin. His tone doesn’t help either and adds fuel to your unsettling emotions.  

“It won’t.” You glare at him. A tone of determination and subtle displeasure that you can’t help but feel. And yet, you have to keep your emotions in check or else you will be questioned. You feel yourself on thin ice with Miguel at this moment. 

The Spider-Man leader narrows his eyes down at you. You don’t look at him just yet but you can tell that he’s looking at you. Gawking at your body language. “Is there a problem?” Miguel asks. 

“It’s nothing.” You say once again. This time you look at him in the eye with a solemn stare. Hoping that he wouldn’t press on further. You just want to be left alone at this point and one of your hands starts to tremble slightly. With another beat of silence, you force yourself to speak up more, this time hoping that it would sound convincing. “I’ll do better next time.” 

Miguel could only look at you before he turned away. His back is facing you. “You can leave. And I want you to send over your report of what happened.” 

You didn’t say anything more, only giving him a nod. And you leave the room feeling even worse than before with a pounding headache and palpating heart. 

* * * * *

Your behaviour certainly sets him off. 

Miguel couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation he had with you earlier. Something is off with you. He thinks about what Peter B. had said to him earlier and he’s starting to see what the man means. His thoughts dwell further back to a week ago when the young Spider-Heroes also talked about their concerns about you. He can see that something is bothering you and that it’s affecting your job. 

But Miguel knows that it’s better not to ask until he gathers more information on why you could be acting this way. 

After spending a couple more hours in the surveillance room, Miguel decides to grab something to eat. He usually doesn’t go to the cafeteria when it is busy and packed. But today, he’s particularly in the mood to move around. And he can feel himself getting hungry for empanadas (he’s told that he gets hangry when he doesn't eat something). 

Miguel makes his way to the headquarters’ cafeteria, walking along the corridor. From a distance, he can hear the crowd of Spider-Heroes socialising. A couple of them notices him and greets Miguel as he joins the queue to be served. He waits in the line as he minds his own business in mental peace as much as possible. But that’s when he hears a commotion nearby and Miguel turns to look at the scene happening in front of him. 

“Goodness, darling!” Jess frowns. She says your name softly and holds your arms. Her voice laced with worry, “I think you’re having a burnout.” 

Miguel goes still. His red eyes gaze at you from afar, looking at your reaction closely. There is fatigue on your face and your eyes don’t shine like they used to. Your shallow breaths and they sound deep and heavy. His eyes stay on you. Miguel watches as she holds onto your arms to help keep you steady.

You exhale a sigh, brows furrowed a bit. He can see how you’re trying to brush off the worry. “I’m fine. Just didn’t get much sleep last night.” 

“Make sure you get a proper rest,” Jess tells you. “Take a day off for today.” 

You let yourself go from her grip and only nod. But Miguel knows that you would do the opposite of the suggestion. He’s been there before, especially when he first started out learning about the dire consequences of the Multiverse. He knows the signs of burnout too well and you are certainly demonstrating it. Miguel curses under his breath for not picking up the signs of your struggle– of your burnout when he spoke to you earlier. It was right there in front of him and it went under his radar. 

He watches you leave the cafeteria once the other Spider-Heroes have decided to move on with themselves. You blend in the crowd before disappearing out of sight. His eyes met Jess Drew who was looking at him with a sympathetic expression when their eyes met. You’ve kept quiet about your feelings or whatever you’re going through from everyone. It seems that you don’t wish to talk about it– the dismissive attitude and withdrawn answers. He knows what Jess is trying to tell him. 

Miguel nods in agreement. And he leaves the cafeteria, trailing behind you. He follows you back to your universe when he sets the coordinates to your Earth. A part of him tells him that what he’s doing is out of line. But he tells himself that it’s fine; he’s only doing this to look out for you. That’s what a leader is supposed to do— to check on their subordinates, even though you’re more than that to him. But that’s not the point. 

Miguel continues to stay on his trail behind you. He sees that you’ve gone inside a red-bricked building. He swings himself up to the roof of the building, watching you through the glass roof. There’s no one in the building but you and Miguel spot you walking towards the ringer in the centre of the room. The banging sound of a bag being punched by you echoes in the space. He notices how you seem to take off steam by letting out your physical aggression since this is your second time in the gym. Your punches become faster, so frequent that they ring in his ears a little. 

Miguel sneaks into the building through an open window. You’re still focused on your punches and kicks but knowing that you have spider senses, you must have noticed his presence by now. He sees you break a sweat from the combat exercise as Miguel approaches the boxing ring. He lets you continue throwing punches until you come to a stop and catch your breath. Miguel studies your expression and body language. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were struggling?” 

You stay silent, seemingly lost in your thoughts. Your tone sounds soft and vulnerable, almost hesitant too. But it’s still loud enough for him to hear. “I didn't want it to determine my worth. Or to have it determine my future. If people knew, it would seem as if I'm holding everyone back.” 

Miguel can see in your eyes that you’re pushing yourself despite the neutral facade you put on. The daze looks with the ambitious, strong and tough facade in your eyes. It’s familiar to him because he is like that too.“I would be a liability to the team.” 

He studies your face a little longer, the signs of fatigue and shallow breathing are apparent. You’re even fighting against yourself to keep your eyes open. Scrunching your face as you pinch the bridge of your nose whilst softly panting for air. Shaking off the fatigue, the brain fog. 

“Mariposa tonta.” Miguel sighs. “You’re not a liability to the team. You never were one.” 

You sit on the ground and lean back against the ropes of the ring area. You’re too tired to pretend, too tired to put on a mask that you’re not okay. Your mind spirals in thoughts of self-loathing at how pathetic you look in front of Miguel. You try to hide your face from Miguel by looking down, not wanting him to see your current state. You feel pathetic in front of him. 

“Lyla, put my alerts to ‘do not disturb mode’ unless it’s a live emergency of the multiverse,” Miguel says. 

“Roger that,” Lyla responded. Her physical form materialises nearby with a worried look on her face. “Should I call for the medical team as well?” 

“No need, I'll take it from here.” 

You push yourself up to stand on your feet the second a shadow towers towards you. Your head may be spinning but you still have the capacity and energy to muster whatever thoughts you have. “I don't need help, Miguel.” 

The harsh, cold tone that you jab doesn’t phase him. Knowing that it only comes in a place of stress and guarding your feelings. Miguel remains patient with you, putting on a neutral yet there’s a subtle empathy in his red eyes. “You may think that you don’t need the help, but I want to.” 

You see Miguel holds out his hand in front of you. The mask on him is gone and his red eyes are staring down at you. “Take it one day at a time.” 

His words bring a sense of solace that warms up your heart. You finally take his hand – taking on his offer – your fingers and his interlaced together. You stand up on your feet as Miguel pulls you up, neither of the both of you letting go. 

“Thank you.” You whisper. “For not judging me. Or pushing aside my feelings. ” 

“I’ll take care of you, whether you like it or not.” Miguel tells you in a stern tone. But there’s a hint of soft affection in his words. “I promise.”

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wrapped around | villain! t. amajiki

synopsis: All you wanted to do was move on from Tamaki who took a turn from hero to villain, but why can’t you stop thinking about his indigo eyes even though he’s on the other side now?

wc: 4.6k

tags: dark content (read cw) + 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + he's ooc + repost from my blog + my writing style was different years ago + tentacle play+ Quirk play + bunny! reader + gagging + wound care + makeup sex + biting + rough sex + pet names + vaginal stretching + fluff in all this porn + multiple tentacles in one hole + dubcon + yandere! Tamaki + overuse of Bunny pet name + spitting + oral f! and m!+ fingering+ hentai references + porn + fem! masturbation + aphrodisiac (?) + cum play + possessive! Tamaki + nipple play + mentions of ovulating+ unprotected sex + breeding + mating press + finger sucking + dumbification + womb flooding + creampie+ tummy bulge from cum inflation.

AN: so I wrote this maybe close to four years ago, not sure how I came up with the idea to write something like this honestly, he is very OOC though! but I wanted something new with Amajiki, also please forgive my old formatting lmaoo.

Rain pattered on the roof trickling down the windows coupled with the bolt of lightning flashing in your bedroom drowning out the soft noise of the TV but it wouldn’t matter anyway with your phone propped up in your hand, moans streaming from the device.

Instantly your stomach curled thinking of the thought of the indigo-colored-haired man with eyes to match. 

The orgasm that you’ve been chasing for the last forty-five minutes finally ended with you kicking the blankets off, throwing the toy and phone down on your bed as you sat up, looking around for your shorts, flinging pillows, and everything to the floor.

It’s been weeks since you’ve thought of him and now you were wondering why you had to think about him in a time like this. You scratched the base of your soft floppy ears as you looked around and sighed seeing the pillow that Tamaki had you hump for hours overstimulating you until you were sobbing and clinging to him to stop.

Part of you missed him but not the way he acted in a relationship. It was a mystery how you stayed with him for so long.

Another sigh left your lips while swinging your legs over the bed placing them on the bare floorboard, another crack of thunder shook the house flickering the lights as you adjusted the oversized sleeping shirt you wore pulling it over your shoulder, another sound startled you.

Someone knocking hard and rapid on your door, your ears perked up when you heard him.

Calling your name like a mournful song, Tamaki’s voice wavered as he leaned against the door knocking again, “Please, bunny, let me in.”

Your heart restricted in your chest hearing your nickname. It was something that he only ever called you even though you hated your stupid Quirk. Everyone got cool ones or even none at all but nothing at all has to be better than being a bunny.

His voice came in again begging, “I-I’m hurt.”

Chewing on your bottom lip you walked to the front door barely opening it. Wind and rain hit you like needles. Tamaki sat leaning against the doorframe now holding his side. Indigo eyes met yours.

“Tamaki?”

You crouched down and moved a piece of wet hair from his face to scared to get closer to him, “Bunny.” Tamaki wrapped his fingers around your wrist pulling you closer, “I need help.”

You aren’t stupid. As soon as he asked for help you knew what happened, it was either some bar fight or he got into a scrap with a Hero which you happen to be ironically enough.

Your brows pulled together as you moved his hand from his ribs seeing a medium size cut, blood pumping from the torn flesh only darkening the fabric of Tamaki’s shirt. “What do you need help with?”

“What do you think?” He hissed covering the wound again.

“If you want to be like that Tamaki you can go fuck off. Why did you come here out of all the places? Let me guess you and Dabi got drunk and tried to fight someone.”

Tamaki winced and smirked as another clap of thunder startled you, “Still scared of storms, huh? Let me in and I’ll protect you.”

You raised an eyebrow and played with your ears catching his attention. He knows you too well, his eyes burned the side of your head. You felt way too vulnerable in front of him like this, your shirt stretched over your knees but Tamaki already got a glance at your bare cunt.

“Hello? Bunny. Let me in.”

You turned back to glare at him feeling your heart sink in your stomach seeing the pain in his eyes. His hair wet and matted covered most of his face along with his hood but you saw the flash, “Oh, damn you, Tamaki. Tell me what happened then I’ll let you in but I swear if you try anything I’ll hurt you.”

He rolled his eyes and laughed followed by a wet cough, sighing you kicked the door open and grabbed Tamaki by his elbow pulling him to his feet, “Shit,” he cursed, swaying on his feet. With your arm wrapped around his waist, you guided him to the bathroom with his hand gripping your shirt leaving bloody handprints.

“Sorry.” He looked down at your shirt pulling the sticky fabric from your torso, “Don’t worry about it.” You said not looking up to meet his heated gaze. It’s only been four months since he’s last seen your face and that was when you two were screaming at each other about how the relationship wasn’t going to work.

How could it?

A villain and a hero?

Tamaki took his shirt off, tossing it on the floor, and leaned back against the sink holding his arm up, “What the hell happened? The skin is all jagged.” You muttered looking at the wound while washing your hands.

“Dabi was sleeping with this dude’s girlfriend and they got into it. Of course, I’m going to help my friend out.”

You looked at him pulling gloves on before grabbing your first aid kit, “Have you been sleeping with anyone’s girlfriend?” You didn’t mean for your question to come across so cold but you barely trusted him in the relationship and knowing he’s been running around for months single you didn’t have any reason to believe him.

Tamaki sighed and shut his eyes hissing when you applied a bandage to the wound, “Careful bunny,” he said through gritted teeth, eyes opening to slits, “can I still call you bunny?”

You rolled your eyes despite feeling the ache between your legs or the way you were sure that at any given moment your heart was going to explode when you met his gaze, the feelings he still has glittered behind the mischievous grin that spread across his lips.

“What?”

“I’m waiting on my answer.”

You sighed,and focused on the gauze, “I do have a name that I know you know.” Came your answer, short and simple that’s all that was needed because you could feel the sexual tension building faster and faster brick by brick sitting on your chest suffocating you.

“Yeah, that’s true but I like bunny,” he replied gently flicking your left ear making you glare at him, Tamaki chuckled and winced when you pressed in. “Do try to remember that I’m treating your wound, now you answer my question.”

“What?”

“What caused this? And was this really all over Dabi and some hookup?”

You stepped closer pressing your stomach against his hips looking at the jagged flesh, your tail twitched when you felt Tamaki caress your stomach, “It was, I never lied to you no matter what you think. I might be a villain babe but I would never hurt you, I would burn the world down for you. I would do anything you want me to. You’re still my queen.”

Tentacles wrapped around your throat stilling your movements.

Tamaki leaned in ghosting his lips against yours releasing your throat, “I was serious when I said I wanted to run away and get you knocked up.”

You couldn’t help the ugly laugh that bubbled from your open mouth irritating Tamaki who leaned back and watched as you looked back at him, a serious look taking over your face.

“Runaway and get me knocked up? I’m sorry but I told you that I don’t want to live a villainous lifestyle let alone with a baby? Do you even know how to take care of a baby?”

“I took care of you, didn’t I?”

You leaned down and grabbed the alcohol squirting it on the gash, “Fucking hell you-”

“I suggest you watch how you talk to me Tamaki, you came here and interrupted my plans to help your ass now don’t be so rude.”

He kept quiet and still watched as you sewed his wound shut. You revealed the wincing in pain and hissing Tamaki let out when you tugged just a little too hard, “You’re being rough.”

“And I thought you liked that?” You asked placing the bandage over your work and glanced back up at him taking your gloves off. “Now I have to take a shower, you can let yourself out.”

Another tentacle wound itself around your wrist protruding from Tamaki’s hand, “Can I join?”

It’s not a good idea, the moment he asked you cocked your head to the side tugging your shirt down, “No, and you know why.”

He frowned and leaned back against the sink, “Can I at least take a shower after you at least?”

His voice didn’t come across confident anymore instead it wavered watching you play with the hem of your shirt again, fingers twisting in the fabric. Your ears twitched and flopped over as you avoided Tamaki’s gaze. If you looked at him it would be all over.

“You can’t take one with your bandage, let me clean you up.”

It wasn’t like he hasn’t seen you naked before but when you slid your shirt off tossing it in the hamper Tamaki cleared his throat feeling his cock throb, “Keep staring and I’ll poke your eyes out.” You growled making him laugh.

“You’re so cute when you get angry.” It was out of habit when he reached out fingers coming in contact with your ears scratching the base softly, he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head and body go lax.

It was always a different sensation when someone else rubbed your ears or stroked your tail with the occasional squeeze that left you dripping.

You hated yourself when a small whimper left your lips bringing you back to reality as you grabbed the shirt hanging from the back of the door pulling it on, “Don’t touch me again. I’m serious.”

“Got it,” he said raising his hands up slowly before taking his shirt and pants off balling them up, “can I wash my clothes then?”

“You’re being awfully needy, when your clothes are dry I want you out. You’re lucky I’m letting you stay this long.”

Tamaki nodded his head and pushed his hair and hood out of his face, a new scar coming into view. Jagged pink flesh beginning to heal and spreads from the end of his eyebrow to his jaw, somehow adding to the beauty that is the man who brings so much chaos to your life.

“What happened?” You asked, walking out of the bathroom with Tamaki behind you.

“My scar? Dabi and I got into a fight with a couple of your Hero friends. The bunny woman and that stupid bird.”

“Rumi and Keigo? I’m going to assume it was Hawks who gave you it.”

His laugh was his response as he broke off and entered the kitchen sitting on the barstool looking around brain flooding with so many memories, you and him dancing music playing in the background dinner on the stove, or the times he held your legs open fucking you hard like it was his last time over the counter.

You padded back in the kitchen grabbing your plate from the microwave handing it to him not ignoring his looks until you snapped, “God damn it Tamaki did you come here in hopes that we would get back? I told you that it can’t happen. We can never work out, we want so many different things.”

Indigo eyes looked at you hard and unforgiving before dissolving into despair and something pitiful, “No, I told you why. Your house was close and after Dabi left I had to find somewhere and I really can’t go to the hospital after what we did last week.”

“Yeah, you’re wanted for grand theft and so many more things I couldn’t even list them.”

Tamaki shrugged his shoulders and picked at the food, the image of him hunched over barely eating not acting himself tugged at your heartstrings. More than anything you wanted to wrap your arms around him letting him know that you still love him.

You still love him.

A fact you did not want to surface as he sat half-naked and dripping wet on your barstool.

It didn’t help the fact that you also wore a top that covered the tops of your thighs.

“If you really want me to stop doing all of this,” Tamaki gestured to the new wound and old battle scars, “I would do it, I’d do anything to be with you again bunny. You don’t have to believe me but I love you, and I will forever. I might be a bad guy but I want to be a good guy for you.”

His sudden confession was enough to make your head snap up to look at him feeling the pit in your stomach widen. Your heart raced in your chest making you dizzy. It was all you and Tamaki fought about the last couple of months of the relationship, the thing that finally drove a wedge between you two.

“You can’t come back and say all of that when I begged you to stop, every night I was worried you weren’t going to come home and I stayed up waiting for you to get back drunk and mean.”

You felt proud for standing up for yourself, it was something that finally needed to happen.

“I know and I can apologize for that or try to make up for it now, I screwed up my first chance and I promise I won’t do it again.”

Your bottom lip quivered listening to his words but his actions are what you needed to see.

“Don’t cry bunny,” Tamaki slid off the barstool before walking over to you wrapping you in his arms, the sudden contact broke the dam you’ve been holding in. After months of not being held or human contact, you melted against him clinging like you were scared if he let you go then you’d disappear.

He felt warm.

And familiar.

“Shh, I’m here now, I’ve missed you.”

His words were the last nail in the coffin. With your arms wrapped around his waist, you buried your head in his neck tasting the salty tears that streaked his bare skin, “I’ve missed you too Tamaki. Damn it, I haven’t been with anyone since we broke up.”

When you pulled your head up to look at him Tamaki smiled and kissed your lips softly at first barely pressing together then his hands are cupping your cheeks deepening the touch between you and him, he wanted to be greedy and grope your flesh, hungry and needy. His tongue tasting every inch of you until you were crying for him to stop.

He wants to make up for all these missed months but it was happening too fast, your hands worked on his belt trying to pull his pants down, “Hey, wait a minute. Shouldn’t we talk first?” Tamaki asked, hooking his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Do you want this as much as I do?” Your voice came out strained and foreign, “Tamaki. Don’t make me beg, please. Only you know how to help me cum and that’s what I want, I want to cum.”

Each word only constricted his heart and dick, it wasn’t fair for him to finally have his dream but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

“I’m trying to keep my hands off of you but you keep begging for me to touch you and I don’t want to be an asshole bunny, tell me what you want me to do to you.” Tamaki demanded, his voice and personality shifting to the Tamaki you love the most, the one who roughs you up, gives you everything you need without even having to ask. Your body was a map that he knew front to back, your sighs were different calls for things that you liked.

No one else knows you the way he does.

“I like it when you’re an asshole,” You whispered, grabbing his hand and putting it between your legs, rough calloused skin brushed against your clit.

“Do you?” Tamaki asked, grabbing the back of your neck with his free hand, “But I know what you really want.”

You felt his hands turn into tentacles sucking at your flesh, the sensation barely there but you could still feel it when one suction-cupped to your clit drawing the swollen bud in as another tentacle probed your pussy spreading your slick lips apart.

“Oh my bunny, you are so wet.” Tamaki groaned using the rest of his appendages to lift your shirt up, tentacles wrapped around your breasts squeezing and massaging, “Tamaki.” You begged, what for? You weren’t sure.

“I know, I’ll take good care of my sweet girl, have you been neglected? I know you were using one of your vibrators, let me guess were you watching hentai?”

Your eyes glassed over in embarrassment even though you and he watched countless videos of all sorts trying to bend your bodies in almost impossible ways and after bruised shins and foreheads Tamaki suggested using his tentacles which soon became an almost everyday thing.

A tiny mouth wrapped around your nipple latching on the bud drawing each pulse from your core like an echo. The tentacle that was working on your pussy finally pushed its way inside, one at first stretching you out as it flattened against your cervix, you felt incredibly full.

You groaned and rolled your head back gripping Tamaki’s arms moaning looking at him, the need for him so obvious that he took a step back wiping his forehead returning his limbs to normal, you gasped and fell forward a little catching yourself.

“Why did you stop?” You asked panting.

“Because if I keep going I won’t be able to stop myself until you’re nothing but a mess of cum, drool, and tears. I haven’t been with anyone since you bunny.”

Another confession that stunned you momentarily before you ripped your shirt off closing the gap between you and Tamaki, “Are you worried that if we do this then I’ll kick you out afterward? You would have to take care of me if you have your way with me.” You smiled and dipped your hand in his pants stroking his cock finally, he sighed softly and kissed you pressing his tongue in stroking and tasting.

It wasn’t enough, both of you wanted more, greedy and hungry for each other. Tamaki snarled when you sank to your knees yanking his boxers down to his knees letting the fabric pool. You kept your hand around the base of his dick before your mouth was sucking him in, your throat nice warm and wet.

Fireworks burst inside your stomach when he moaned your name, your toes curled as you took him in deeper using your saliva making it easier to take his length, “I forgot how cute you look with my cock in your mouth.” Tamaki grunted snapping his hips ramming his dick further down your throat.

Tears stung your eyes as you held onto his thighs and let him hold the top of your head using your mouth for his own pleasure, the wet slaps of his balls hitting your chin echoed through the kitchen. He hissed above you grabbing a chunk of your hair pulling you off with a wet pop.

“Stand up.” Tamaki helped you to your feet quickly, “Tamaki!” You squealed, surprised, “Remember your wound?” A laugh fell from you, shocking both you and Tamaki who watched you lovingly, “Don’t lose that laugh, it’s the best sound in the world, and don’t worry about my wound sweetheart, I won’t strain myself.”

With your arm around his waist you walked with him to the couch laying on your back spreading your legs, Tamaki kneeled between them, you watched again with hazy eyes as his fingers turned into tentacles that wrapped around your thighs spreading your lips apart, both you and Tamaki could hear how wet you were.

Thankfully it was dark in the living room aside from the random flashes of lighting when you saw the look in his eyes.

Tamaki was starving and the only meal that could feed the insatiable feeling sitting in his stomach was you.

“When was the last time you came?” He asked abruptly, still eying your drooling pussy watching it pool around your ass, the tight hole he’s thought about exploring but that would have to be saved for another time.

“It’s been a while, I haven’t had sex with anyone and nothing has been able to make me cum.”

Your voice came out breathy and whiny as you shifted your hips feeling the suction back on your clit.

“Oh, fuck,” You curled your fingers around the couch dropping your head back keeping your back arched trying to shut your legs but two thick strong tentacles kept them apart, “Don’t be so shy now, I’ve seen this pussy bouncing on my cock so many times I’ve lost count.”

Your flesh burned like a wildfire watching as he pulled the tentacle off your clit to drag it up your slit gathering the wetness, he pulled it back looking at how your slick dripped, “I haven’t seen you this wet in such a long time bunny, I’m sorry you haven’t been taking care of, I know just the spots,” he broke off thrusting a tentacle in your cunt suction cupping to your walls keeping still.

Your eyes went wide with your mouth going slack feeling the fat root slowly crawl deeper spreading your walls to an almost impossible width, “Tamaki- wait s’big,” you whined trying to scramble away from the pressure between your legs, “Just for a second bunny, I want to make sure I can get you pregnant.”

His words didn’t register in your blissed-out brain when he began to move the tentacle slowly in and out, he leaned down and spit on your stretched cunt. Tamaki’s eyes sparkled hearing the lewd sounds coming from something so delicate, the way you took him was impressive.

Your eyes focused enough to see him pull back putting his hands on your breasts, flesh against flesh. Thumbs rough brushing over your nipples pulling them into aching peaks, Tamaki bent down wrapping his lips around the bud circling it with his warm tongue.

“Oh, more, more,” You babbled feeling the tentacle go deeper rubbing against your cervix feeling it soften with the secretions that pumped through your now opened cunt which leaked cum from the orgasm that took you by surprise, cum frothed around the base of the tentacle as your body jerked.

“You’re ovulating aren’t you?” Tamaki asked, pulling away from your breast. You opened your eyes blinking a few times before nodding your head slowly, his words bounced in your brain a few times before you sat up, “Are you sure?” You asked wrapping your arm around his shoulder pulling him down pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, “If you really want a baby then breed me please, I want you to pump me full.”

That’s all he needed to hear before pulling the tentacle from between your legs, you gasped loudly going from feeling so full to empty in such a short amount of time, “Give me a warning-” You were cut off when Tamaki flicked his tongue against your battered pussy, your clit throbbed in his mouth as the wet muscle turned into a tentacle sliding back in your cunt probing at your cervix again.

You whined, throwing your head back curling your fingers in Tamaki’s hair, feeling the large muscle thinned at the tip pressing you open, “Tamaki!” Your voice came out hoarse so did the protests when you felt the tentacle pierce your cervix making way to your womb, the pressure in your stomach snapped sending your body into a frenzy of tingles and a hot flash, “What are you doing?” You gasped grabbing Tamaki’s hair pulling him up, “Hey,” He snapped rubbing his scalp, “calm down, first of all, my tentacles secretes this substance, let’s think of it as an aphrodisiac so that’s why when you had your first orgasm it took you by surprise and when I fuck you I can fill your womb with my seed breeding you like the dumb little cock slut that you are.”

His words were dirty and filthy but his tone came out sweet and promising.

You reached for his cock wrapping your fingers around the shaft jerking him off, “I need you now, please.” You begged him, “Wait a minute, bunny, okay? Don’t you want to make this last?” He asked, chuckling watching your pussy twitch and drool again.

“No!” You rolled your eyes.

“You asked for this, I’m going to give you what you want and you’re going to take it, do you understand me?” He asked, holding your jaw thumbing your bottom lip blindly trying to thrust in you hips snapping wildly against yours battering before he finally slid in bottoming out.

His cock slipped past your cervix easily fucking into you deep and hard feeling just how soft and wet you really are past the normal barrier of your cunt.

Tamaki growled pinning your hips down as he thrust in and out with his head buried in the crook of your neck, his arms now hooked under your armpits pressing your breasts against his chest rubbing your nipples over his rough flesh.

Your poor cunt pulsated around Tamaki’s cock hot and velvety squeezing him, he didn’t want to cum just yet but it was getting to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore so he pulled out despite both of your protests, “I can’t cum just yet.” He said thumbing your pussy apart watching your cum trickle down, he scooped it up and sucked on his fingers groaning.

Tamaki sat between your open legs pressing sweet slow kisses to your inner thighs suckling on the slick flesh from your orgasm, “I don’t want to wait anymore, I don’t care when you cum just fuck me now.”

He laughed again turning his fingers into tentacles once more shoving two of them in your gaping hole at once thinning the muscles straining against the sudden intrusion, “Fuck!” You cried feeling tears stinging your eyes as they streamed down your cheeks.

“I got to get you ready some more, just relax bunny.” He soothed, kissing away your tears shoving them deeper, spreading you open more pumping another round of aphrodisiacs in your dripping cunt, your body went into a paralyzed-like state, liquid ecstasy flowed through your veins drawing your orgasm higher and higher.

Tamaki yanked the tentacles out of you before plunging his cock in feeling you clamp around him sending you into an orgasm that curled your toes and fingers making you cry out loudly, drool dripping down your chin pooling around your neck as your pussy twitched sending Tamaki into his own orgasm losing control of his hips ramming against you chasing his climax.

Your name came out in guttural groan when he filled your womb hot and sticky with his seed over and over until your stomach swelled with his cum leaking out from your pussy.

Tamaki kept fucking you sending both of you into overstimulation, your cum creamy around his dick as you came over and over again pushing Tamaki into his last orgasm, snarling like a wild animal pinning you down ramming his cum in your womb watching your tummy bulge.

He pulled out hearing the wet squelch of your cum soaked pussy. “Are you okay bunny?” Tamaki asked, laying down, pulling you in his arms.

You were fully fucked out, “I’m fine,” You replied snuggling against his chest feeling your eyes droop shut.

Tamaki wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his chest and placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, “Now you’ll be mine forever.” He whispered.

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⤷♡.+ disclaimer: some of my works may have nsfw content in addition to the yandere genre. if you are sensitive to these topics, I recommend not reading.

⤷♡.+ genre: yandere/dark!au.

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⤷♡.+ character ai: aphroditelovesu.

⤷♡.+ Rules and Fandoms List;

⤷♡.+ Emoji Prompt List + Prompts List;

⤷♡.+ Wips; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6; 7; 8;

⤷♡.+ Commissions;

‘‘Love you so bad, love you so bad, mold a pretty lie for you.’‘ ˚˖੭ Fake Love, BTS.

⤷♡.+ BTS; 💜

⤷♡.+ BLACKPINK; 🖤

⤷♡.+ ITZY; 🧡

⤷♡.+ Stray Kids; 💙

➷ EXO: Yandere Baekhyun (Romantic), Yandere Suho (Romantic).

➷ TWICE: Imagine as Classmates.

⤷♡.+ Greek Mythology; ⚡

⤷♡.+ Egyptian Mythology; 𓂀

⤷♡.+ Historical Characters; 📜

➷ The Lost Queen | Yandere!Alexander the Great ❝You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didn't understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you weren't safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he won't let you go so easily.❞ The Lost Queen Series Masterlist

⤷♡.+ The Vampire Diaries + The Originals; 🧛

⤷♡.+ House of the Dragon; 🐉

⤷♡.+ Game of Thrones; ❄️

⤷♡.+ The Sandman; ⌛

⤷♡.+ Outlander; 🗿

⤷♡.+ Wednesday; 🎻

⤷♡.+ Brooklyn Nine-Nine; 👮‍♂️

⤷♡.+ Bridgerton; 🐝

⤷♡.+ Shadow and Bone; ☠️

⤷♡.+ Outer Banks; 💰

⤷♡.+ K-Dramas; ❤️

⤷♡.+ Reign; 👑

⤷♡.+ The Tudors; 🗡️

⤷♡.+ Hannibal; 🍽

➷ The Bloody Viscount | Yandere!Anthony Bridgerton ❝You had fallen in love with Viscount Bridgerton and he had fallen in love with you. The marriage seemed perfect, but then why did Anthony Bridgerton always come home late and bloodstained?❞ Prologue; Chapter 1; Chapter 2; ➷ The Shadow of the Golden Dragon | Yandere!ASOIAF/HOTD/GOT ❝You have always been an avid reader and your greatest passion was delving into the pages of "A Song of Ice and Fire" by George R.R. Martin. You knew every character, every twist and every detail of the Seven Kingdoms as if they were part of your own life. But what you never imagined is that an unexpected encounter with a mysterious antique book seller would change your life forever.❞ The Shadow of the Golden Dragon Masterlist

⤷♡.+ Percy Jackson; 🌊

⤷♡.+ Harry Potter; 🔮

⤷♡.+ A Court of Thorns and Roses; 🌹

⤷♡.+ A Song of Ice and Fire; 🔥

‘‘We were born to be alone but why we still looking for love?’‘ ˚˖੭ Lovesick Girls, BLACKPINK.

⤷♡.+ Attack on Titan; ⚔️

⤷♡.+ Naruto; 🍥

⤷♡.+ Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir; 🐞

⤷♡.+ One Piece; 👒

⤷♡.+ How To Train Your Dragon; 🐲

⤷♡.+ Death Note; 📓

‘‘Don’t you know that you’re toxic?’’ ˚˖੭ Toxic, Britney Spears.

⤷♡.+ Marvel; ۞

‘‘I wish you would love me again, no, I don't want nobody else.’’ ˚˖੭ Love Me Again, V.

⤷♡.+ Love Letters; 💕

⤷♡.+ Love Letters II; 💕

⤷♡.+ Kinktober 2023; 🎃

➷ A Black Rose | Yandere!Ian Daerier ❝A cruel and narcissistic reaper falls in love with the woman he was supposed to take the life of.❞ Oneshot;

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domestic drabble

thank you (another domestic drabble)

am i even your bias? (3racha drabble)

his princess (my first ever tumblr post)

confessions (fake text)

random texts with bf chan

'connected' (chan series)

chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five

ANGST

minho drabble (idk if this is “angst” it’s just sad) hyunjin drunk argument hyunjin drunk argument part2

i’m not your fucking dad (fake texts, chan breakup)

HURT/COMFORT

chan

untitled

i can’t stand to see you cry

nightmare

texts when you’re anxious about a date

texts bsf chan (who may be in love with you) when your boyfriend isnt being a good boyfriend

hyunjin

here’s the plan (period request)

felix

my wittle pookie wookie bear

changbin

texts when you injure yourself at the gym (request)

seungmin

texts bsf seungmin when you have a bad breakup

SMUT 18+

chan

his good girl, always (my favorite piece i’ve done) safe word (hard dom chan)

sleepy morning drabble

kissing (short oral drabble)

untitled (oral backstage at music core)

reacting to his insta (fake text)

untitled (soft dom chan, somnophilia)

minho

untitled (dom minho, bondage, etc)

i like your panties

i like your cock (i like your panties part 2)

hyunjin

Daddy, let me help

Daddy, let me help part 2

sleepy morning drabble

untitled (soft dom hyunjin punishment)

is the door even locked? (soft dom daddy hyunjin, public sex)

han

wash it first (phone sex)

ot8

skz catching you reading fan fiction

skz when you say ily in bed

when you’re too shy to send a spicy picture (texts- hyung line)

when you’re too shy to send a spicy picture (texts- maknae line)

skz when you text “you can come now, they’re gone.”

[alisonwritesimagines]

I'm Wonderstruck, Blushing All the Way Home ~LA!Shanks x Reader~

Summary: You and Shanks grow close when you're not watching Luffy.

Author’s Note: My coworker is almost caught up with the anime One Piece which I think is crazy and impressive.

Part of the Enchanted Series

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: candy store -tooth rotting fluff

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

Do not repost this anywhere!

You sat on Shanks's desk as he sat on his chair in front of you. After exploring his ship, the two of you made it over to his quarters where you two got to know each other more.

"So how did you get that scar?" You asked him as you lightly touched the scars that ran below his eye.

"One of Whitebeard's crewmate's did this to me," Shanks told you.

"Makes you look tough," you tell him.

"You think so? Not handsome?"

"Well that too," you say.

“Do you have any scars?” Shanks asked you.

“Just small ones from my clumsiness. Nothing interesting like yours,” you tell him.

“So what do you think of my ship?” Shanks asked as he leaned back against his chair.

“I like it.”

“Maybe when Luffy’s old enough, you can join me in sailing around the world? Look for the one piece?” Shanks asked you.

“I don’t like the sea,” you tell him as you shook your head.

“Why not?”

“I’m afraid of what lies beneath the waters. It’s just a little too scary for me,” you tell him.

“And what if I tell you that a pirate like myself will never let you get hurt?”

“You can make the promise but can you keep it?” You asked.

“I’m a man of my word,” Shanks smiled at you.

“I’ll think about it.”

You looked out the window to see that it was already dark.

"I should probably get back home," you tell him as you got off his desk.

"You could stay the night if you like," Shanks offered.

"I think you're moving a little too soon," you tease.

"You can take my bed and if it makes you feel better, I can sleep somewhere else," Shanks insisted.

"Slept in worse places?" You asked him.

"You have no idea."

"Well, a strong and brave pirate like you can walk me home right?" You asked him.

"I certainly can," Shanks said.

The moment you stepped out of his room, the cold air hit you unexpectedly. You shivered a little but felt warmth again when Shanks put his cape around you. You smiled up at him as you both began to walk back to your home.

"You're not what I expected," you tell him.

"Is that a good thing?"

"Yes. The pirates I've met have been horrible," you explain.

"I'm glad I'm able to prove to you that not all pirates are bad."

"Me too. Will you be coming back to our village after your next journey?" You asked him.

"For you? Yes. I don't want anyone else taking a treasure like yourself away from me," Shanks says. You felt your face heat up from his words. You hid your face with his cape so he wouldn't see your wide smile.

"Well, this is me. Will I see you tomorrow?" You asked Shanks as you approached your home.

"Can't go without a goodbye," Shanks tells you. You began to take off his cape but Shanks stopped you.

"Keep it for tonight. Give us another reason to see each other tomorrow," Shanks tells you.

"Thank you."

"Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight Shanks," you say before kissing his cheek. You quickly opened your door before hiding inside.

You could hide your smile from behind the door as you could feel yourself fall for Shanks a little more.

Today was your last day off before you had to watch Luffy again. You headed to Shanks's ship where you found his crew getting ready to set sail again.

"Shanks is in his quarters if you're looking for him," one of his crew members tells you with a wink.

"Thank you," you smile before heading over.

You knocked on Shanks's door before opening it.

"Hi," you say once you saw him.

"Hi," Shanks smiled as he walked over to you.

"Came to bring your cape back and brought you some food for the trip," you tell him as you placed a box of food on his desk. You took off his cape and handed it back to him.

"Thank you. We appreciate it," Shanks tells you.

"I guess I'll see you when you come back?" You asked him.

"We'll be back soon."

"Be safe," you tell him.

"You know, you should keep the cape warm for me," Shanks tells you as he put the cape back onto you.

"You're gonna come back for it right?" You asked.

"That. And you," Shanks said.

"I shouldn't keep you waiting. I need to go get some stuff ready before Luffy comes back tomorrow," you tell him before beginning to leave.

"Wait."

You felt Shanks grab your hand before pulling you back over to him. He cupped your cheeks before kissing you on the lips. You kissed him back until you had to pull away for air.

"I'll be waiting for you," you tell him.

"And I'll come back for you," Shanks tells you. You smile up at him before giving him one more kiss.

"Come back to me soon."

"And when I do, why don't we go on a proper date?" Shanks asked.

"I'll hold you to that," you tell him. Shanks gave you one more kiss before walking you out.

"Tell Luffy I'll see him when I come back. I know he'll love to hear my stories when I come back," Shanks tells you.

"I will. Stay safe," you tell him.

"For you," Shanks said before kissing you once more.