#this is about going throught the tag for

[levaagrace]

Hey full offense but if you have to ‘read and reread’ and ‘don’t understand science babble’ then you’re not actually literate and it’s not the book that’s bad, you’re just fucking stupid and it’s really embarrassing.

[nebulajay]

I have not watched the Rani's episodes and i know fuck all about Omega and where that character is coming from but ummm i also get the feeling the writers know even less than me really getting the feeling that theyre just pulling names out of a hat and maybe googling it

[askivv]

no, but i do have some unpopular opinions that will get me eaten alive in the tags, but also,,, mapiccs music rn is so funny to me,,, silly calm music

[silouvertongues]

beloved friend of mine (hi mariam <3) listened to fitf and liked it and we were talking about it and now i can't stop thinking about how good of an album it is like she really is perfect

[lepetitfruit]

Every time I have a knee-jerk reaction to clarify "oh I think this is cool but I'm not ~one of them~" I have to stop and think for a moment about why. What about being perceived as part of that group bothers me? Why does it bother me? What would clarification acheive, other than alienating a group I'm trying to say is interesting? It's very informative

[i-like-books-and-women]

One more "hehe projection" onto Ruben post for the night.

Ruben didn't realised how fucked his mom's behavior was until he met the others. Like he'd be telling what he thought was a "cute fun story" about his childhood and finish to the others looking at him like "what the actual fuck". And he's like "what?" And they're like "dude that's so fucked up and not normal"

And the rest was Veronica hating history

[kenmasssperson]

HAIKYUU BOYS HEADCANONS

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Kageyama Tobio, Kenma Kozume, Kuroo Tetsuro, Suna Rintarou, Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji.

Tags: random haikyuu boys headcanons no one asked for

Btw im so sorry i got such a writer block for a long time, I promise I'll write the requests soon!

SHOYO HINATA:

★ I feel like Hinata would be such a sweet boyfriend. Like SUPER sweet.

★ He'd stop his bike on his way to school just to pick up a flower that caught his attention and then he'd give it to you with a bright smile.

★ He's one of those people who know everyone. When you two go out you have to stop every five seconds because he saw a friend, or someone he met throught volleyball. He even makes conversation with his sister's friends' moms.

★ Your family loves him, final. All the little kids adore him too, he literally joins any game your cousins or little siblings are playing without hesitantion.

★ Worst at boardgames. He just doesn't understand most of them LMAO.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO:

★ Also really bad at board games. He gets so frustrated.

★ I feel like he's just as fan of ice cream as he is of milk (his favorite flavors are dark chocolate, lemon and strawberry)

★ He's one of those people who like to hang out in quiet parks, and maybe not do anything, just sit on a bench and let you talk.

★ He's lowkey scared of kids and kids are scared of him.

★ Really awkward type of sweet. He's mostly clueless about everything.

KENMA KOZUME:

★ Builds a minecraft house for the two of you.

★ I think if you don't like cats he just directly doesn't take an interest in you. Cats are the only alive being he never gets tired of.

★ he'd be so sweet to his own cats. Just petting them while he plays videogames and silently feeding them when he sees they have little food or water (he's so attentive)

★ He likes to lay on his bed, rest his head on your lap and play videogames like that. If you play with his hair Kenma melts. Forget about him ever letting you stand up again.

★ If you text him he answers dryly and shortly like "ok", "lol" or "cool"

★ "I think I did horrible in my math test..." "Cool"

★ But he really likes it when you text him and cares about what you say, that's why he would send a crying cat sticker after that short reply.

★ If you're dating Kenma it means he really, really, really likes you a lot.

★ Sends you Tiktok videos about videogames or cats just saying "us"

★ I feel like he'd be so so so good at making origami but he's too lazy.

KUROO TETSURO:

★ You don't know if he's your biggest hater or your most devoted lover. He lives to tease the hell out of you and then he'd kiss you or hug you when you got mad, chuckling and apologizing sweetly.

★ Loves your hair, he feels personally offended if you cut it or do something to it without telling him beforehand (if you don't have hair he teased you a lot but secretly loves how soft your bare head is)

★ SUCH A NERD

★ Lots of dad and chemestry jokes he's so damn proud about.

★ He would never in his life cheat, he adores you so damn much.

SUNA RINTARO:

★ So. Many. Tiktok. Videos.

★ A LOT of brainrot videos, videos of people critizing an artist, movie or book you like just cause he's just mean like that.

★ This boy loves critizing influencers so much. You never hear the end of it. And if you join him, he's delighted.

★You're the first one to watch the fights of the Miya twins he records.

★ He is the laziest person ever. His plans mostly consist on watching movies with you or just laying on bed watching tiktok with you.

★ He has a whole album of silly and cute pictures he took of you. THERE ARE SO MANY.

OIKAWA TOORU:

★ He clings to you 24/7.

★ He loves following you around like a lost puppy, complaining about everything like the drama queen he is.

★ Oikawa loves to ramble about you and show you off to whoever will listen (Iwa-chan knows everything about you at this point)

★ When Oikawa and Iwaizumi pass by a shop, Oikawa's eyes would light up and he'd point something out and say something like "y/n-chan loves this..." and then ramble on.

★ Loves giving gifts to you.

★ I know a lot of people say he would 100% cheat on his partner. Well i dont think so. He'd be so obsessed with you, he adores you.

★ He tells you EVERYTHING about volleyball and you have to watch matches with him.

★ Again, he's so touchy and clingy. He loves to hug you, cuddle you, kiss you, anything.

★ Super jealous. And he'd get even more clingy and whiny when he gets jealous.

AKAASHI KEIJI:

★ Sweetest, most green flagged boyfriend ever.

★ He is like a second mom, he worries so much about you.

★ makes sure you wear a jacket when its cold, that you don't forget lunch and that you sleep enough.

★ Likes to give you soft kisses on top of your head.

★ He's so gentle and so good at comforting.

★ He likes to eat in places you don't know or cook with you and have a cozy movie night.

[ohlawdthevoices]

12 hours | Bakugou x reader

tags : strangers to lovers, angst/no comfort, death, reader is terminally sick, gn!reader, bakugou is bad at feelings, pro-hero bakugou, reader is 18, cross posted on ao3

song : kingston, faye webster

w/c : 3.3k

Hour 0 — 10:57 AM

"spend the day with me"

Katsuki looked at the stranger before him confused. he was previously sitting on a waiting chair in the buzzing station, scowling at his phone already pissed off the world wouldn't shut up.

And as if he wasn't already bothered by the simple existence of the world around him. You deciding to talk to him only served to fuel his frustration. He looked up at you, annoyed. "Huh..?"

You're standing there with the stupidest smile he has ever seen, the wind gently running its fingers throught your hair, the collar of your shirt that seemed to be cut hanging loosely around your shoulder, holding a plastic bag in one hand and the strap of your scruffy backpack.

“You look like you need a break from life.”

“…What the hell does that mean?”

You don’t flinch at the edge in his voice—just shift the plastic bag to your other hand, something inside it clinking faintly, like you’d stuffed it full of cheap convenience store treasures.

Your backpack strap’s slipping off your shoulder, frayed at the edge and scribbled over in a white-out pen. One of the zippers hangs open slightly, a folded piece of paper sticking out—like you packed in a rush. Like you didn’t plan to stop moving today.

Katsuki narrows his eyes, he’d been stewing in his own irritation ten seconds ago, jaw tight, thumb scrolling mindlessly through shit he didn’t even care about—until you showed up like some hallucination in a faded t-shirt and secondhand shoes.

“A break,” you repeat. “From everything. Just for today. You in?”

He stares.

The station buzzes behind you—heels clicking, kids crying, announcements echoing overhead—but somehow, your voice cuts through it all like the only thing that matters. There’s something off about you, he notices. Not in a dangerous way. Just… not normal. You look like someone who stopped caring about expectations a long time ago.

Or maybe like someone who doesn’t have the time to.

He folds his arms. “Why me?”

“Why not?”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one I’ve got,” you shrug, and there’s a flicker of something behind your eyes. Not quite desperation, but something heavier. Lonelier.

And even though every logical thought in his head is screaming walk away, he finds himself holding still. You look like trouble, sure. But not the bad kind. The kind that forces you to feel something.

“…Tch.”

He sighs, pushing off the waiting bench like the universe just dared him to do something reckless. and Katsuki never backs down from a challenge, althought his mind was screaming at him to not do it, it was stronger than him, he didn't what it was, but it was pulling him in as if he had no control over it.

But you’re already walking, and Katsuki is already following, and by the time he realizes he’s made a mistake, it’s too late.

You’ve already dragged him into your gravity.

And for the first time in months, maybe years, the pressure in his chest lifts—just a little.

Hour 1 — 11:23 AM

The city air is cold for spring. Sharp enough to bite through his skin, soft enough not to chase the sun away.

You walk a few steps ahead of him, the plastic bag swinging lazily at your side, humming some off-key melody like the world’s background music was yours to control.

Bakugou keeps half a step behind, hands shoved deep in his pockets, jaw clenched like it’s the only thing holding him together. He doesn’t know where you’re going. He hasn’t asked.

And that’s the part that pisses him off the most. He doesn’t care.

You lead him through back streets lined with shuttered stores, vending machines humming against cracked walls, graffiti blooming like rebellion on every corner.

He’s watching everything and nothing. Mostly you. “How old are you, anyway?” he finally grumbles. You glance over your shoulder. “Eighteen.”

“Seriously?”

“Why? You were hoping I was thirty-two with three kids and a criminal record?”

“…I was hoping you were sane,” he mutters, and you laugh again.

That laugh. It’s not soft. It’s wild and untrained and alive. Like something that would’ve gotten shushed in a classroom. He thinks he hates it. But only because it makes his chest ache.

Hour 2 — 12:15 PM

"being a hero must be so fucking cool, do you get like parking privileges ?"

You say this with your mouth already full, powdered sugar on your nose, and a strawberry half-hanging out of your overloaded mess of a breakfast.

Bakugou stares at the plastic table between you, skeptical. “This shit looks like a health code violation.”

“You look like a health code violation.”

He glares. You grin. You push the second crepe toward him. “Come on, live a little Katsuki. You can go back to being broody after.”

"It's Bakugou." He crossed his arms

"Katsuki."

With a grumble, he takes a bite just to shut you up.

It’s good. Of course it’s good. Damn it.

You sit across from him, legs swinging beneath your chair like a child, staring out at the quiet street corner clearly staring at something he couldn't figure out. The morning sun is catching in your lashes, and for a second, he forgets he’s supposed to be annoyed.

“You do this often?” he asks. “Pick up strangers at train stations and feed them sugar?”

You shrug. “Only the ones who look like they're allergic to fun.”

“…Tch.”

He doesn’t deny it. You lean forward then, suddenly serious. “Is it that bad?” He blinks. “What?”

“Your life.” He’s quiet. Because yeah. Maybe it is. But he doesn’t want to say it out loud. Not yet.

You seem to get the message anyway. You don’t push. Instead, you stand. “Come on.” He raises an eyebrow. “Where to now?” You smile like you’ve been waiting your whole life for this part. “To steal the street cone that's outside”

Hour 4 — 2:48 PM

"Why the fuck would i do that ?" Katsuki crossed his legs over the grass, it was probably still damp from the morning rain but did he even care at this point ?

He had finally discovered what was hidden in your plastic bag. You had bought a disposable camera and sticker. He had found it ridicilous, but again, alla of it was ridicilous

You peel a rainbow heart sticker and place it right on the front of the camera. Then a silver star. A cracked smiley face. You work slowly, deliberately, tongue poking out the corner of your mouth in focus.

After a moment, you hold up a peeled sticker toward him. “Here. You pick one.”

He stares at it like it might explode. Then, grumbling, he takes a small red ‘BOOM!’ comic-style bubble and slaps it near the flash. Crooked. You look at it and nod solemnly. “Perfect.” A laugh bubbles up from your throat — quick, bright, unstoppable. You click a shot with the camera before he can flinch.

“Hey—!”

“First memory of the day,” you grin. He scowls. But his cheeks are a little pink. You lean back against the tree, camera resting gently in your lap now covered in clashing stickers, and sigh toward the sky. “You know,” you murmur, quieter now, “people think taking pictures is about remembering things. But I think it’s about proving you were there. That you lived.” He doesn’t say anything.

But this time, when you raise the camera again and hold it up toward the sun, he doesn't stop you.

He lets you take the shot, like you’re preserving pieces of the world no one else bothers to notice.

You don’t just look like someone who’s living for the moment.

You look like someone desperately trying to keep it.

Hour 8 — 4:28 PM A stolen bike, two slushies, and one near-death experience.

“This is a bad idea,” Katsuki says, gripping the handlebars of the too-small bike as you balance behind him, arms around his waist, giggling like you’ve already accepted your fate.

“It’s only a bad idea if we get caught.” He grits his teeth as the front tire wobbles over a pothole. “If we die, I’m haunting you.”

“You’d get bored. I’m a terrible roommate.” He doesn’t laugh. But he doesn’t let you fall, either.

You swerve through side streets, wind in your hair, the sky blurring above in streaks of fading light. You press your cheek to his back, and for a minute he thinks he hears you whisper something.

Maybe his name. Maybe goodbye.

He doesn’t ask.

He just keeps pedaling.

Hour 10 — 6:56 PM “This place is sacred.”

It’s a dingy arcade at the edge of the city. Broken machines. Buzzing neon lights. Everything smells like dust and soda syrup.

You light up like it’s a shrine. “This is where I beat a kid in dance dance revolution so bad he cried and threw up.”

Katsuki stares. “You’re weird.”

“You’re just mad I’ll beat you next.”

He scoffs—only to get dragged into a match two minutes later. The camera clatters onto a nearby bench, still blinking with the last shot of the two of you, smiling into a reflective window. He tries to win. Really.

But you’re glowing, wild, limbs everywhere, laughing like you have nothing to lose.

And he’s never seen anything more alive in his life.

Hour 11 — 7:13 PM On a rooftop, watching the sky bleed into pink and orange and almost-purple.

You’re lying on your back on the warm concrete, legs stretched out, arms thrown over your head like you're trying to catch the sky. A half-eaten ice cream cone sits forgotten between you, melting down the side of the wrapper. The sugary air buzzes with distant traffic and the hum of evening settling in.

Katsuki sits beside you with his knees up, elbows resting lazily on them, eyes locked on the horizon like it’s daring him to move. But for once, he doesn’t.

It’s quiet. That rare kind — not awkward, not heavy. Just… still. Like time agreed to pause. He hasn’t touched his phone in hours. Hasn’t thought about hero work, or press, or what the world expects him to be.

He almost forgot he could breathe like this.

Then you say, almost too softly, “You’re not as scary as you pretend to be.” He scoffs under his breath, but doesn’t look at you. “Tch. You’re dumber than you look.”

You smile, even though he’s not looking. “Yeah. Maybe.” A breeze runs between you. Your fingers twitch against the concrete. His hand shifts just enough that your pinkies brush. You pretend not to notice. He pretends he doesn't care.

But something is different now.

You sit up slowly and turn to him, resting your palms on the concrete. "Hey."

He finally meets your gaze. It’s the first time he really sees you—not just your energy or your chaos or the fire you’ve dragged him through all day. But you.

Your eyes are glowing in the sunset. And for a second, everything slows.

“You’re gonna miss me,” you say quietly, almost like it’s a joke. But your smile fades just a little. Just enough to show that you’re serious. Just enough that he can feel it pressing into his ribs.

“Shut up,” he mutters, but his voice is softer than it should be. You lean in, barely. And when he doesn’t pull away, you do it — slow, like you’re giving him time to run.

But he doesn’t.

So you kiss him.

It’s short. Warm. A little clumsy. A little too honest. full of everything unspoken. A culmination of all the little moments that came before it.

He exhales like he’s been holding his breath since sunrise. Like he’s just now remembering what air tastes like.

You pull back, but you don’t move far. Just rest your forehead lightly against his.

And then, you say it.

“I wasn’t supposed to leave today.” His brows furrow. You’re still close. He can feel your breath. “What?”

Your voice is barely above a whisper. “I’m sick. Not the kind that goes away.”

You sit back, huggin your knees close to your chest, blinking up at the sky like it might hold you steady.

“I’m dying, Katsuki.”

He doesn’t speak. Not at first.

He’s still holding onto the warmth of your lips, and now it feels like it’s draining through his chest, leaving something cold behind.

You’re not looking at him. You couldn't.

But when you finally do, you offer a small smile — brave and messy and tired.

And that’s when it hits him. You weren’t running from life. You were racing it. Of course...

Hour 12 — 8:14 PM

The city sleeps below them. And for a while, they just breathe.

It’s been hours since you told him.

No more running. No more chaos. Just the truth, finally out in the open, hanging in the night air like smoke. Neither of you speaks much.

There’s nothing left to say that hasn’t already been said — in the way he looked at you afterward, in the way you didn’t flinch, in the silence that followed and never once felt cold.

You’re lying side by side on the rooftop, the concrete beneath you warm from the sun that’s long since disappeared. A blanket of stars spreads above like it might swallow everything. It almost feels peaceful. Almost.

Sometimes he turns his head and finds you already looking at him. Sometimes you do the same. And each time, neither of you pretends it’s coincidence.

There are small smiles. Quiet, almost shy. Like you’re both realizing how quickly this thing between you turned raw, soft, and terrifying.

At one point, you shift closer. He doesn’t stop you.

And when your fingers brush, neither of you pulls away.

A while later, you kiss again. Slower this time. No rush, no adrenaline. Just lips that linger and the slight tremble of your breath when you part. He cradles your jaw like you might break, and you kiss him again like you already have.

More silence.

A car horn in the distance. A dog barking. The city stirs a little, but the rooftop remains suspended in stillness. Safe. Untouched.

Then your phone rings.

The sound is sharp, invasive — ripping through the space like a crack in the sky.

You sit up slowly.

He watches as you pull the phone from your pocket and answer it without a word. The call is short. You nod once, even though they can’t see it.

When you hang up, you don’t look at him right away. But when you do, it’s with that same gentle expression. Brave, even now. You don’t try to explain. He already knows. “Thank you,” you say, and your voice is soft but steady.

Then you reach for your bag and pull out your camera — the disposable one, covered in faded stickers and smudges from the day. You place it gently into his hand.

It’s heavier than it looks. Almost like the memories were filling it

“Don’t forget to check the photos,” you say, smiling like you know he won’t for a while. Like you know when he does, it’s going to hurt.

He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.

You lean down, press one last kiss to his temple, and whisper something he barely hears — “I’m glad it was you.”

Then you rise, sling your backpack over your shoulder, and walk toward the rooftop door without looking back.

He stays frozen on the concrete, the camera resting in his lap. When the door closes behind you, the rooftop feels impossibly quiet. He looks up at the stars. And suddenly, they feel too far away.

Hour 22 — 7:02 AM A letter with his name on it. Left at the front desk. Delivered by a nurse with tired eyes.

He doesn’t open it right away. It sits in his hands like it’s made of fire — light and harmless until it touches skin. He stands in the lobby of the hospital, the sterile air too quiet, too bright. The world feels wrong now. Like it kept moving after you stopped.

Like you’re missing, but everything else forgot to care. That made him angry.

The envelope is a soft off-white. His name is written in your handwriting — messy, looping, like you wrote it too fast, like you were scared you wouldn’t finish.

Bakugou stares at it, jaw clenched. Then he walks out.

He doesn’t remember how he ends up on a bench outside the building, hands trembling and heart thudding in his throat. The sky is just waking up, streaks of dull pink cracking over the horizon. It looks nothing like the sunset you watched together.

He tears it open.

Inside is a single piece of paper. Folded, still warm at the edges from where you held it.

He unfolds it.

And then he reads:

“If you’re reading this, I’m dead.”

The words blur almost immediately. But he keeps going. His hands tighten, crumpling the corners. His eyes burn.

“You looked so alive, Katsuki. I don’t think you realize how beautiful that is. You were so angry at the world when I met you, like you didn’t believe in anything but survival. But I saw the way you kinda laughed when I dropped my ice cream. The way you looked up at the sky. The way you let go — even just for a second.”

His lip trembles. He clenches his jaw so hard it aches.

“I wasn’t trying to escape. I was trying to give you one day. Just one. So you’d know what it feels like to breathe without pressure sitting on your chest. So you’d remember what it’s like to be more than your image, your title.”

He can’t hold it in anymore. His breath hitches. His head drops forward. And then the tears come.

Hard. Silent.

Painful.

Not loud, not dramatic. Just the quiet kind that steals air and leaves nothing behind except a knot in his throat.

He grips the letter like it’s the last piece of you.

“I wanted to tell you I liked you. More than liked you. But I was scared. Scared that if I said it, it would become real, and I wouldn’t be able to walk away, Because i thought love wasn't suppose to happen so fast. But you should know I never lied. Everything I did, every picture I took — it was for me. But it was also for you. Because maybe now, when the world feels too loud, you’ll look at them and remember you don’t have to carry it all the time.”

His body curls forward. Shoulders shaking. Hair hiding his face.

He remembers your stupid smile. The stickers. The bike ride. The arcade. The kiss. The way your fingers gripped your shirt on the rooftop when you told him the truth.

He remembers not saying anything back. He remembers being too scared to give you the words.

“You were my favorite adventure. Thank you for being my last one.”

At the bottom, a tiny doodle: a cartoon explosion, labeled BOOM! in shaky handwriting. A joke. A goodbye.

Bakugou crushes the letter to his chest, biting down on a sob.

He’s never hated silence more than now. And in that moment — on a hospital bench, with morning breaking around him and your final words sinking into his skin — he finally stops running from it all.

He loved you.

He didn’t say it.

And now, it’s too fucking late.

Later, he develops the camera film.

There’s a photo of you — hair wild, laughing with your head thrown back.

And one of him — caught mid-scrowl, eyes crinkled, focused on not falling over with the bike.

He puts those two on his wall. The rest are left on his bed side table.

Every year after that, on the same day, he vanishes.

Some say he takes the train south. Others swear they’ve seen him at a rooftop in Tokyo with a bright orange cone beside him.

No one knows for sure.

But wherever he goes, he takes the camera.

And the memory of the one who made time stop — even if only for 12 hours.

The one that saw him for him.

[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 12/09✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@snsp6 I really hope that this won’t change MK’s view on his bio dads :( Anonimo Hello! Wanted to ask or more so I am wondering, will MK start seeing Wukong differently after finding out he literally killed Mac and even after seeing their past and how close they were, dam the trauma, anyhoo I love your art and the Shadowpeach bio parent au! Keep up the great work! >:D

Oh it will. (In a good way? a Bad? that's for me to know and for you to wait a week to know)

@hopefulbelievertimemachine Imagine if MK found someone who recently found out that they were a demon and he comforts them cuz he had a similar experience.

Oh that would be sooo wholesome!!! It's one of my fav trope when there's another character who go throught the same exact thing as another character and the two of them bond over this.

@zammy357 Hello, hope your day/night is going well. I wanted to ask since me and a friend like your bio parents blog and wanted to know if we can use it for an arc? Our blog is called @amnesia-wukong-au. We wanted to ask before we started doing it.

Hi!! Yeah sure as long you tag me and the masterpost of the shadowpeach au

Anonimo Wait what is a glamour (in context of Sun Wukong and Macaque)

A glamour is a magic spell that changes/cover your appearance. Like in the show macaque should technically have 6 ears. for animation purposi I guess they are not drawing all of them, but we say he uses a glamour also for covering his scarred eye.

@clueless-simp ha chiesto: What if PIF, BDK, Sun Wukong, and Macaque (and most definitely Mei) did a "parent trap" tactic to get MK and Red Son together? Setting things up, getting them alone together, pretending they are all busy, and the only option is for them to spend time together under the sunset XD XD XD

Oh no that would end bad. like-comically bad.

@honeylavender27 ha chiesto: Imagine red realizing mk doesn't know about court napping and just invites him over one day. Red son: so I'm sure your wondering why I invited you here.. Mk: yeah it's kinda weird you didn't want Mei to come. Is everything ok? Red: perfect actually, I'll explain everything just enter here first please. Mk: oh ok -walks into the prepared courtnapping room and gets locked in-.....uh red? Redson: consider yourself courtnapped...

Ahah poor MK. I think they would make a disastrous courtnapping that would be the equivalent of the phrase "task failed succesfully"

@artgurusauce ha chiesto: ARGGGHHHH, they're SO CUTE! I love your bioparent AU so much! Altho I am wondering: When MK turns back to normal would he retain some subconscious paternal attachment to our ol boys here? Maybe he even calls Macaque "Mom" without realizing it...

@blazerratbluefire-blog ha chiesto: Plot twist of the century for the oblivious monkey men. MK remembers ~everything~ when he was a cub! I'm not sure if that is what is planned, but! It would be really funny! Especially if he just calls Macaque 'Mama' all casual and just walks away. While Macaque EXP. has crashed and is rebooting. Gosh, that would be so cute! I absolutely love your artwork, by the way! It is so adorable!

Can't answer yet. He does NOT have memories, but he will remember ONE thing...

@daniellemarvel4 Hi, fist off I love your work and can't wait to see what you do next! I was wondering who is more protective of MK when it comes to Red Son? Whether that would be Pigsy, Wukong, Macaque, or even Tang (mabye Mei but I don't think she could stay serious long enough). Also, can we see what Sandy's doing?

mmmmmm---- I think Wukong. Freenoodle is pretty chill with the DBK family after everything that happened. Mac is also quite alright since he was always in good relationship with them. I would say Wukong would just want to be sure his kid doesn't get hurt by the fire in any way

Anonimo I've been squealing, grinning, and kicking my feet going through the Shadowpeach Bio parents AU. Baby MK has been SO CUTE and fun. I wonder if he's going to remember or be embarrassed about it. Another part of me hopes that river is still in play so Sun & Mac can fall in and suddenly MK and everyone has 2 chaotic super-powered Baby Monkeys to take care off 😭 😭 😭

Anonimo ha chiesto: I almost cried they are sooo cute. I hope that we get more sweet family content. Loving the comic thanks for making it 💕💕💕💕

Anonimo ha chiesto: I don’t want the cure to work ! Or could it be like that: MK is such a powerful being that the Dosis Pif gave them, just wasn’t strong enough. Instead it only aged MK up a bit so now he is a small kid or a teenager but not a grown ass money man again. I am not ready to leave the monkey family stuff behind 🥺

unfortunately the river has been close untile further notice. (dw this wont be the end)

@cutvdo ha chiesto: Mei bribing Red Son with baby MK pictures

@luciferapollyon ha chiesto: I hope Mei, Red Son, Macaque and Wukong all got pics before they turned MK back

Anonimo ha chiesto: DHJSJDJDH LIL BABY BEAN! I wonder if Wukong and Macaque took any pics of lil MK while he was smol baby? She would keep them and use them as blackmail. (affectionately)

Anonimo ha chiesto: Your shadowpeach bio parent au is just perfect!! Thankyou for feeding the fandom with the nectar of the gods!!! Especially the one where mac slips into the bed after wukong waits all night. Like Mac would wake up in the morning and see him fast asleep and think of Peng asking 'is there anything Wukong could do that would break his hold over you?' and just seeing him at his most vulnerable right now he's like 'no, not when he always gives me a reason to stay.'

MY HEART

@queen-of-purple-roses Wait if MK is experiencing Macaque’s memories then does that mean that Macaque can experience MK’s? Are they able to dive into each other’s minds?

So the thing is that MK is hearing the past from both POVs. Macaque by definition can hear ANYTHING so yeah he could definitely experience MKs memories. But the thing is-does he want to? I headcanon that his future-present-past hearing abilities are something he only used a couple of times, and because what he heard from them was so traumatic, he decided to NOT use them again (like wukong laser eyes)

@sillygothpartykid ha chiesto: I know everyone is asking you to make the gay monkeys kiss but I actually like how you are developing their relationship. You letting them work through their problems and feeling first giving us that sweet, sweet slow burn! Love your art btw!❤️❤️❤️

awwww ty!!!! yes pls slow burn for life.

@kraytherandomchick ha chiesto: Hey, love your ShadowPeach AU! (Started rereading it after crying from the season 5 finale hehe :'D) But there's always something that's kinda stuck in my head, if MK's no longer immortal, would Macaque or Wukong get sad at the thought of getting older and forced keep going without him?

So- *sigh* technically, we don't really know MK immortality status. it's a grey area for now. Because on one side, he's a stone monkey, who, by nature like Wukong, can perfectly age and grow like a normal monkey. On the other hand, he's technically died already, and by the time he was created by Nuwa, both his biological fathers were already immortal (Wukong bc yes, Macaque because he's a demon, and he can die from wounds and illness, but can't age)

So to answer: we don't know yet what's with him. we will see (I promise that)

@lmk4ever ha chiesto: I LOVE THE SHADOW PEACH BIO PARENT AU SO MUCH!! Mk boi is so lucky to have a artist like you and fathers like them. I want to ask, will shadowpeach ever get into a fight out of anger in front of Mk? Or did they moved on from that phase?

If they will fight it will be more of like- the 2 dads grounding MK. If they need to fight they learned that they need to go on another mountain to do it so they don't bother their child

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will we get a traffic light trio ship?

Probably not, but I'm all for dragonfruit/spicynoodle and having MK and Mei NOT dating each other at the same time.

@yuk1yun ha chiesto: If lmk season 6 isn't like your au, then I don't want to watch it

BRUH THAT'S THE NICEST THING I HEARD ALL WEEK

@conniescialla ha chiesto: HIIII!! ok scusa l'italiano ma letteralmente trovare artisti italiani ispira sempre quel momento patriottico alla YES ONE OF US MUAHHAHAH Scherzi a parte, il comic Shadowpeach bio parents Au è meraviglioso, si approva soprattutto l'hurt/comfort ;p

Tanti kudos!!<3

AAAAHHH CHE BELLO UN ALTR* ITALIAN*!!!!!

Anonimo ha chiesto: I really wanna see jelous wukong!!!!!! I dunno maybe some random demon trying to flirt with emo monkie or something and wukong is like oh hell no!! He is mine!! I think it would be so cute

he would become incredibly possessive and start hissing and growling like a tiger. NOBODY TOUCHES MY SOFT PILLOW

Anonimo ha chiesto: I think it would be so cute if Wukong would take care of sick Macaque! It would show Macaque that Wukong changed and is no longer like he was before. I wonder if Macaque got sick, would MK help or would Macaque be too stubborn to let anyone know.

I know everyone says Wukong is this great sage with incredible abilities in every field (and he is) but I would like to imagine that, since he needs to do these thing for Macaque specifically, he's so stressed over the fact he needs to do them perfectly that he fucks up lmao.

Like, he would try his best to take care of him and almost burn the kitchen in the meantime, while Macaque was only hoping the two of them could just stay more in bed cuddling each other

Anonimo ha chiesto: im just imagining Mac getting anxious becouse he cannot find baby MK and Wukong is there to calm him down

@shadowpeachera ha chiesto: Heyy I absolutely love your shadowpeach bio au, the drawings, the text its perfect! Did Mk every run off or get into trouble now that he’s a cub or even play games with Wukong and Macaque like hide and seek? That would be really cute. I can imagine them playing hide and seek while Mk discovers he can make shadow portals, meanwhile his parents are stressing and scared as they have no idea where he is.

i think both of them would freak out.

WAIT I HAVE THE PIC I HAVE THE PIC

I'VE BEEN SAVING THIS PIC SINCE 2017

@nyx-daughterofchaos98 ha chiesto: Hi! For LMK, I watched a nature documentary on Monkeys the other day and a lot of monkeys correct each others behavior by doing something called “Disciplinary Nips” or “Discipline Bites” (This isn’t a sexual ask I promise) I think it would be absolutely hilarious, if Macaque and Wukong are napping together, and for whatever reason, Wukong keeps moving around, unable to get comfortable. And in his sleep-riddled state, Macaque gets annoyed and bites him. 🤣 Like; I’M TRYING TO SLEEP! KNOCK IT OFF! 🤣🤣🤣 And when Wukong does stop moving, Macaque does actually fall asleep. Even better is if Macaque wakes up and has absolutely No Idea he bit Wukong because he was half asleep at the time. Or he thinks it was a dream and ensue the shenanigans when he realizes it wasn’t.

OMG THAT'S SO CUTE AND SILLY AAHHHH!!! EVEN BETTER: what if they do this without noticing BEFORE they are like-actually romantically back together, and someone sees the mark bites AND THEY START TO ASSUME CERTAIN THINGS BRUH.

@tabs-tabi-tabby  Can Macaque help with MK’s clones? Or would that be Wukong’s area?

MK can't make the same clones macaque has. He can control a little bit his own shadow, and use that as a clone. so as long as it's his own shadow, it's more Mac area, if it's his own hair clone then it's Wukong's

@startdustmonkie ha chiesto: Does Mk and or Wukong know about Savage and Rumble? (If so how did they find out about them?) — (also: do Savage and Rumble see Mama macaque as a parent?)

@mushrum-soup ha chiesto: Hi just wanted to say I absolutely adore your shadow peach au it's literally the highlight of my week 💖I was wondering tho are rumble and savage just shadow clones in your au or similar to their Lego counterparts :O?

Yes they know about them. No they aren't his kids let's say. My own personal headcanon for the Au (or the show in general) is that they are both Macaque shadow, like- clones with a little bit of personality just like MK clones represent specific parts of his personality. He has 2 of them because he lived 2 lives, one before and one after he was brought back to life.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Just read the latest Shadowpeach bio kid comic, and i cant help but giggle a bit at how MK’s chirp woke Wukong and Macaque up lmao just the “and they snoozing- OH SHIT BABY CHIRPING WHATS WRONG-“

HE IS BABYYYY

@hellobur ha chiesto: Did you base when mk was reaching fr macaque after he was walking away because mk called him mama after this or was it a funny coincidence (mk also doe the pose but I can't find it lol)

Also I absolutely love this story and your art your work is incredible! ^^

Omg LMAO NO I DIDN’T BUT NOW IT’S 100% MORE FUNNY

@dragonaboni-blog ha chiesto: Hi! First off, I love your art and your Shadowpeach AU, it's the reason I'm reactivating my own Tumblr account lol One of my favorite tropes in this story is "A gets sick and B takes care of him" so I'm wondering… What would that trope be like in the AU? What would the monkey trio be like when they got sick? Do any of them sleep through their illness? Or are any of them extremely dramatic like "These will be my last words…"? CoughcoughWUKONGCoughcough

Aaahh I’ve seen a lot of asks asking this one but honestly I don t know If I’ll ever draw that trope. Maybe bc Wukong should technically have canonically too much knowledge about general illness to be worried about normal daily life illness. If it was something more life-threating. Maybe yes, but I still have to cook.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Counterpoint: wukong can't handle spicy foods because he has no impulse control and his monkee brain wants him to only eat fruit and peaches

Ouch. Yes that seems about accurate for him lmao

Anonimo ha chiesto: About the lmk bio au.... we have seen that MK can manipulate certain parts of his body in the 72 transformations... so..... Wukong and Macaque could technically have children.

I’ll be 100% honest I have no idea if stone monkeys are…fertile?

Anonimo Hey there! I am in love with your art. LMK is something that came into my life recently and damn I love it so much! Love your AU, and I can't wait to see more of it. Funnily, since the baby MK incident I imagine this later on becoming a somewhat spark of many funny arguments later on. What I mean is I see baby MK has a favorite parent (*cough-cough* MacCRACK *cough-cough*) [Sorry with the name joke, couldn't help myself]. XD. And I imagine Wukong be a bit jealous at times and go 'Anything you can do I can do better XD' Also see lovely Redson have a thing for MK, and then I imagine him ask his parents about advice on pursuing his crush. "So who is the lucky girl?" "Well, you already know him-" *Spits out water* "You got yourself a husband?" "What, no I haven't yet-!"

Aww I don't think MK would have a favourite but definitely there are times where he wants one parent more than the other (play time with Wukong, nap time with Mamacaque)

Anonimo ha chiesto: Yknow what they say… like father like son! In the sense that they’re all gay /j

Oh yeah absolutely it's genetic/j

@wolfasketch ha chiesto: Mac being on the sunny side and Wuwu being in the shadows

I know I'm looking into it too much but- AHHH!!!

That was unintentional but HOLY SIT U R RIGHT

Anonimo ha chiesto: Poor Red Boy never got to see baby MK! Imagine him just staring at the adorableness that is baby MK and being like 'I hope our future children look just like you OH MY GODS YOU'RE ADORABLE'. Baby MK: :3

Their child will literally be Kai from Ninjago so I guess THEY ARE RIGHT HE WILL BE

Anonimo ha chiesto: And then MK will wake up back to normal, confused, but proud that he managed to get them even closer?

100% yes

@drowning-in-webnovel-chapters ha chiesto: I can't imagine how the monkey dads are gonna try to go back to sleep after that, oof. Also Wukong definitely knows all that from when he used to help Macaque through visions, right?

Yup! He does indeed!

Anonimo ha chiesto: I’m guessing MK is getting a mini version of Macaque’s “can hear the past/present/future” thingy, did he managed to hear it accidentally or was he trying to learn more about his powers/Shadowpeach’s past ?

Yes, he was just wondering since last time that he found the sleeping cuddling with him, what exactly happened for them to rift away. Guess curiosity killed the cat

@aurabooboo ha chiesto: So. I'm rewatching season 5, right? I noticed that they almost had a yelling match with MK right in the middle. Would Wukong apologize to him for that?

These 3 have so much to talk about… i wont draw everything, but they definitely apologised offscreen.

@elianaroselight ha chiesto: It is quite telling how Wukong immediately knew what to do to help calm MK, but also, Macaque coming in with the perspective of having gone through it himself. The need for them to remain close by and wait until Mk is asleep before trying to leave. This means Mac has been through exactly what he is telling them not to do and knows the pain, sorrow and trauma that comes from feeling abandoned like this. They may be facing their past hurting their own kid through proxy and try to help him fight against the trauma. Luckily they have good people to help when they themselves can't. *looks at Freenoodles*

Yup! Their response is exactly related to what they do to calm the other!

@thenerdycupcake ha chiesto: So, does MK’s gold vision combine with his hearing sometimes so that he sees some of what he’s hearing from the past?

Oooohhh i guess he does! So he can literally see and hear the past!

@frogsfandoms ha chiesto: Omg why can I see after MK wakes up he thinks that it isn’t the past he’s hearing and that it actually just happened. Rushing to see if Wukong and Macaque are hurt and or trying to stop them from fighting 😭😭😭

Oohhh our baby still doesn’t want to believe it actually happened :(

Anonimo ha chiesto: Adult MK: OH MY GOD A SPIDER *desperate scared monkey noises* Baby MK: what's this? A 5 starts meal? *Tries to chomp said spider* He's gonna be sooo disgusted when someone tells him he tried to eat one fkdkdlfmfl

Oh poor MK. He’ll be teased about this for the rest of his days.

@sailera ha chiesto: Hello I have question about you Shadowpeach bio dads au- How would Pigsy react that his only employee turned to a baby? And hadn’t answered his phone in few days? Also love your art!! And your ISAT comic got me again interested in playing Sky ✨

Mk only became a baby for like- 20 hours. Mei told him that he stayed at FFM because he was ‘tired after training’. As of now Pigsy didn!t found out

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That's all for this week! Thank you a lot for all the asks!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I cannot help but imagine whenever Leona's boobies get brought up in this blog Miss Raven looming over a desk with a cork board on the wall filled with pictures of Leona that have been zoomed in and cutted out from various photos taken throught the 3 years he's been at NRC, one giant magnifying glass in her hand that is about the size of her head like this is a major crime that needs to be invesitgated with the outmost attention, there are post-it notes everywhere, she's hunched over a table with all the lights out and one lamp on her desk on like she's some sort of noir detective about to make a major break through in a murder mistery case when the real mistery she's investigating is Leona's cup size

(Crowley walks in deciding to be a "good parental figure" for once and have some quality bonding time with miss Raven, he bursts in, and is... kind of worried for miss Raven? Who is always going on about wanting to be a proper lady but is currently displaying very... concerning behaviour, or at least, he's concerned for her, should he try and talk to her? Should he give her a... "parental intervention" of sorts? He's not sure but quickly decides its actually none of his business so he just closes the door and forgets he ever saw anything)

I DON'T TALK ABOUT L*ONA'S BOOBS/FIGURE THAT MUCH, DO I??????? (*quietly checks the last few pages' worth of the #NOT L*ONA ROT tag* ... Um, I can explain--)

xvbjawviwjwsn MISS RAVEN OBSESSED WiTH fiGURINg OUT lROnA’S CUp siZE 💀 (This could easily be avoided if she just threw away her dignity and asked Leona or Rook…) It sounds ridiculous, but I do think she could reasonably fall down that rabbit hole. Not for any thirst-related reason but more like she genuinely doesn’t comprehend it??? And she’s nothing if not curious, so she’ll dedicate herself to research and find an answer.

Her understanding of humans is still quite shaky in some areas, so she’ll sometimes fall back on what is true of birds to try and fill in for her knowledge gap. However, because birds are quite different than humans, that knowledge doesn’t always translate over well. For example, it’s advantageous for birds to have large chest muscles, as this helps them with flight. So in Raven’s mind, big chest muscles = strong flyer she literally believes Leona is good at flying because of his chest. She also associates clothing as being humans’ equivalent to feathers. If an adult bird is featherless, it means they’re sick or stressed out + feather plucking. When she sees people like Leona going around and purposefully exposing their skin, Raven worries that something is wrong 💦

Oh, but… human etiquette stipulates that it’s rude to ask about this kind of thing, right??? Which leaves Raven with only one option left: throwing herself into finding the ✨ truth ✨ I don’t think she would go so far as to do anything that violates Leona’s privacy (like taking unsolicited photos) though. More like… making trips to the library to study up on lion anatomy or on lion beastmen’s culture. Sticky notes and magnifying glass are fair game. Raven wants to expand her horizons and better understand her peers!

Maybe she does get caught looking at Leona once or twice? She gets lost in thoughts and isn’t aware of where her gaze is directed. “What’re you staring at?” (mean) or “… Like what you see? Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” (sarcastic) Asks Ruggie later if she’s been staring at him lately too.

“Nah, it’s probably just you, Leona-san,” Ruggie’ll reply with a snicker. “Looks like sooomeone’s got a crush on ya!”

“Quit jokin’. ‘S not funny.”

gdksbskwnekw CROWLEY WALKING IN ON THIS IS SENDING ME 😭 Him just barging in unannounced because the parenting book he decided to pick up on a whim said to check up on your kid every now and again… Jaw dropping when he sees her scattered research materials, the books she checked out from the school library, and several diagrams and drawings of human chests????

Raven panics and throws herself over her desk, trying to hide everything but knowing that he has already seen it all. “U-Uncle, I can explain!! This is…”

“Y-Young lady, I never expected to find you hoarding such obscene materials!! Where did I go wrong in raising you?! Ooh, my magnanimous self is such a failure as a father!” He slams the door and dramatically sprints off wailing. (xhsvsjkww Ceowley bumps into Leona while sprinting and doesn’t bother to stop and apologize; Leona gets annoyed and wonders why the hell the headmaster’s so emotional today.) Probably sits atop the school roofs and stares into the sky, contemplating if he should sit her down for a formal talk or an intervention. Maybe Crowley even confides about his troubles to Trein, who has raised two daughters of his own.

Trein might sigh and tell Crowley this is a “normal” part of growing up and he shouldn’t shame her interests or the boys she has crushes on or whatever 😭 “The girl is growing up fast, Dire. It is inevitable that she would eventually discover these things. As it stands, she is not harming herself or others, only exploring what has captured her attention. Your role as her guardian is to support her as best you can.”

[sonderessence]

What abt a

e42 miles x spiteful blk fem spider reader

so what if miles (1610) cheated on reader with gwen (😒..) and to get revenge on him for cheating on reader with.. gwendolyn.., we get with his earth 42 self!

(if you could make this a series i would literally cry of joy.)

Angst for 1610 Miles (IM SORRY I LOVE YOU POOKIE😭☹️☹️🩷)

Fluff and Romance for 42 Miles (🤭🩷)

DONT HIT MY LINE! ...

1610!MILES & 42!MILES X READER!

WARNINGS: vulgar laguage (cursing), ✦ CONTAINS: 1610!miles being a bitch!!

a/n: imma be honest, i am such a gwen slander after the movie (still love her tho) 😒 but i so love this idea !!

layout inspo/creds: @hiimayee the best miles fic writer!! :3

NOW PLAYING: I HATE U - SZA

part one. ✦ part two ✦ part three

your boyfriend 1610!miles had been acting strange since he saw gwen after all these years, but you just shrugged it off as him being happy his friend was back in his dimension.

you never thought that your suspensions were true when you found your now ex with his "friend" behind your back.

you looked around the predominantly empty library in search of your boyfriend miles, who was nowhere to be seen. it was highly unlikely for him to be late to anything.

maybe something was last-minute? you would go ask his mother, rio, since you go to her for everything in the more frequent months since miles had been acting — odd — but you doubt she would know since her and her husband were out of town.

grabbing the pile of books you and miles you used to study for the test you knew you were going to fail, you scurried your way you the hushed library.

the sky was temperate, the perfect temperature for the park you thought, smelling the fresh, cool air — but focus! miles has to be somewhere around campus. you stuffed your books it your bag and made your way to his dorm, maybe he was still asleep?

you made your way to his dorm and softly knocked on his door, careful not to wake him. there was no answer. "miles?" you called to the door. again, no answer.

you pulled out your phone from your bag and went to his contacts. maybe he was sick or just skipped school? you had fussed at him the week prior to get more sleep, since he always came knocking at your window to late at night.

wait, should you call him? he's probably busy. and with that thought, you put your phone back in your bag and made your way to the morales house. it wasn't far from the school you two attended, so getting there wasn't a problem.

you knocked on the front door, once, twice. where is he? "miles!! you home??" you heard footsteps from the other side and the door opened to see miles who looked like he was in a rush. his hair everywhere and shirt backwards.

"hey! you okay?" you asked, your voice laced with concern for the boy.

"yeah." he said, his voice coming out hoarse. he cleared his throught. "m'fine, wassup?"

"you were s'posed to meet up with me at the library." you meant to sound playful, but your words came out more of a scoff. "look," he started. "i just forgot."

"forgot?? miles, you could have texted me! i was fuckin' worried about you!" you were furious, crossing your arms with a frown. "you done?" he asked with an eyebrow raised — you could see the twinge on annoyance in his eyes and you could hear it in his tone. "am i done?" you scoffed "are you done running off and not checking up on people??"

he didnt know how to answer that. "look, i'm hella busy right now, we can do the study thing or whateva later." he pinched the bridge of his nose. "fine." you muttered as you walked out the door.

a/n: how we feelin' about the first chapter?? i might have gone all out but part two is otw!

TAGS: @kazustqrzz, @kxllanxtdoor ( the tags are being annoying 😒)

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[chiefdirector]

Birthday Wishes | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

"Wishes are crap," Tim grumbled as he looked down onto the candle adorned cupcake (Y/N) had presented him with. The wax had started to drip down the singluar candle with how long ti had been lit. Tim had half the mind to let it extinguish itself, but he couldn't, not with (Y/N) pouting at him the way she was. But not even her best pupp-dog eyes could get him to not whine "Do I have too?"

"Yes!" She said, almost bouncing where she stood. Tim's negativity, whilst it was infamousmous throught the Mid-Whilshire devisiona nd across the LAPD as a whole, never overpowered (Y/N)'s undying positivity, especially when it came to bithdays. "You have too!"

"Right, can I wish for no more birthday wishes?"

"Nope!"

Tim grumbled again, closing his eyes as he tried to think of something - anything to wish for. But only one thing came to him, something he knew that couldn't happen; it would go against so many rules, rules he had sworn not to break, But at least he could wish for it

Quickly, he drew his breath and blew out the candle. His eyes remained shut for a moment before (Y/N)'s cheers caused him to look at her.

"I know I shouldn't ask," she started placing the cake down on a nearby desk, "but what did you wish for?"

"It's stupid," Tim tried to deflect.

"Come on, tell us, Bradford. Unless you're scared too…"

"I'm not scared, it's just…" He trailed off, trying to find the words. Deep down he knew that he could try to make his wwish come true right here and now, but it could all come crumbling down too. He just had to say it out loud.

He could laugh of the iront of it, vocalising wishes ensured they wouldn't ome true, and yet his wish relied on him speaking about it. Looking back at (Y/N)'s eager expression, he knew he had to say it.

"I wished that you would join me for dinner."

"Oh." She said, momentarily looking away from Tim.

The second her eyes left his, Tim almost felt sick. he knew that he shouldnt have ask, he had mess everything up and it would never be the same. He should have kept-

"I'm free Friday."

Tim swallowed air as her words set in. He barley managed to splutter out a reply before (Y/N) placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Is that okay, Tim?"

He smiled as he got his bareings back. "I'll pick you up at eight. But I have to go, Chen and I are on patrol.'

"I'll catch you later," (Y/N) said, looking down at her own watch to check the time. When she looked back up, Tim was already halfway across the bullpen. Quickly, she called him back. "Tim! You forgot your cake!"

Masterlist

@rookietrek @kmc1989 @augustvandyne

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[blue-jisungs]

Hey how are you!!! Hope you're doing amazing I always love your fics and now that i know you are also taking one piece requests I am taking the step of actually sending requests cause i don't really have much of an imagination when it comes to k-pop idols i just read the fics but never had ideas of my own but as an anime watcher i do have lot of ideas when it comes to my fav characters🥹

Feel free to ignore my request if it's too much

So as you mentioned that you were in skypedia arc meaning you have completed alabasta meaning you know ace😁

So i was wondering if you would be able to write a modern au where ace and luffy meet go to a cafe where the reader is the owner and ace falls for the reader first like he loves her food and wants to thank her and then is completely blown and head over heels for her when he see's them and talk with them it would be amazing if the reader is gender neutral so that everyone can enjoy it thanks for going throught this hope you can do it take care!!!!!!!

a way to man’s heart…

# author's note ... IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT IM SO HAPPY FOR SOME OP REQS:( i hope this meets ur expectations!!!! :D

# extras ... a lot of food; gn! reader; modern au :D

“so, luff, today’s all about you. the food is on me!” ace grinned and patted his younger brother’s back. luffy’s eyes widened and sparkled with childish joy.

“you’re really the best, bro! can i pick the place too? there’s a new cafe that has opened up–” luffy started.

“your wish is my command” ace hummed and the younger one almost jumped out of his shoes, excitement over the roof.

well, it’s not everyday when ace visited his brother. as he moved out for university, they lost the ability to hang out that often. but it was summer, meaning ace could return to his hometown and his family.

“sanji went there already! he said the food was delicious – and ya know, he’s a cook! he knows the deal. he also said something about the service people… but i didn’t really care…” luffy put a pointing finger on his chin “it’s not that popular though… i hope they are open…”

ace listened with amusement to his little brother, soft smile on his lips. he missed him a bit more than he’d like to admit – the absence of his energetic yells was almost crushing in his quiet, lonely apartment.

upon arriving, they noticed it’s a very small and almost hidden from the society’s view cafe.

luffy barged in, doors swinging open, a sound of a doorbell ripping through the air.

it was empty inside, only soft sound of jazz music filling the room.

“yahoo! anyone here?” luffy hummed, looking around. then he came up to the check out, eyeing the menu. ace went to pick a seat.

a gentle voice spoke out, drawing the brothers’ attention.

“yes, welcome, come in! how can i help you?” the waiter asked with a happy smile. ace checked his phone upon realizing his not getting any say in the food choice anyway.

“can i see the menu?”

after what it felt like ages, luffy came back. buzzing with excitement, he tapped ace’s souldwr repeatedly.

“that lovely person gave us a food testing deal, so i ordered literally everything! isn’t it just the best day ever?” the younger one grinned, giggling boyishly.

ace frowned and turned his head to look at the cashier but they were gone. it was a bit suspicious but he didn’t want to burst his brother’s bubble. shrugging, he put his phone away and focused on luffy.

after a while, the waiter brought all the food that took up all the space on the table.

“are you sure you’ll eat everything?” the waiter asked and ace looked up, suddenly struck by their beauty. the name tag read ‘y/n’ with a small heart next to it.

“duh!” luffy puffed his chest proudly and dug in, not realizing how mesmerised his brother was.

“enjoy your meal, then! if you need anything else just let me know” you smiled and went back behind the counter.

ace smirked, an idea blooming in his head, and started eating as well.

he was a good lover, that was no lie. he has eaten lots and lots of delicious meals but those… those tasted like heaven. this carrot cake or rice pudding… could top sanji’s cooking, for sure.

there’s a saying “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” for a reason.

while exchanging joyous nods with luffy, ace knew he’ll leave this cafe with more than a full stomach.

“um, excuse me?” ace called and walked up to the check out, drumming his fingers against his wallet.

you came from the storage room, wiping your hands against your apron. a bright smile painted on your lips.

“yes?”

“i’d like to order another thing” ace smiled and with the corner of his eye he noticed how his words peaked luffy’s interest.

“mhm, of course! and what would it be?” you asked, looking at him interested. he (and his brother) were definitely unusual clients.

“two cups of cappuccino and an orange juice. and a dessert… of your choice, y/n” he said smugly and leaned against the counter, his muscular arm flexing.

your eyes widened… then your brows frowned and nose scrunched. ace giggled upon your reaction and winked.

“you should join us, y/n” ace hummed and then realized one thing: you’re at work “oh, i mean, unless the owner minds it but i can take the blame”

“oh, no. there will be no need for that. i’m the owner and i will certainly don’t mind” you sent him a soft smile and saw his lips turn into an o in awe “i’ll bring the coffee and be right back”

“ace, can i have your brownie muffin?!” luffy yelled.

in a blink of an eye you arrived, steaming cups of coffee and an orange juice. placing them down on the table, squeezing the dessert too, you pulled up a chair and sat down.

“i hope you enjoyed your food?” you looked expectantly at luffy.

“my friend, if i could marry a meal… i’d marry them all!” the younger brother cheered and you laughed.

ace’s heart melted – the sound of your laughter was the cutest sound ever.

“thank you so much, i really appreciate it” you hummed, grabbing your coffee cup. ace did the same and his heart skipped a beat when he saw that you made a heart out of foam at the top of his beverage.

“so you’re the owner? is it hard to own a cafe?” he asked before taking a sip.

you chatted with the brothers for a long time, occasionally pausing to serve the other customers that would come in. or to deliver more food for luffy.

ace fell for you with each word, gesture… everything you did.

before you realized it was the closing hour, sun setting behind the windows.

“we’ll get going, this guy has an important exam that he has to cram for!” luffy whined, puffing his cheeks and pointing at ace “i’d love to stay longer…”

“feel free to visit me whenever! don’t tell it to anyone but you might just be my favorite customers” you winked and luffy chuckled, packing his stuff.

“do you need any help though? we made a mess…” ace asked, looking at the table with empty dishes (and some stains from luffy’s messy eating)

“no, no, don’t worry. i don’t want to keep you busy. good luck with cramming!” you grinned.

“thank you” ace sent you a warm smile and pulled out his wallet to leave the payment since you already told them what the checkout is going to be (you didn’t mention you included a huge discount too).

when you came back from the kitchen where you put away the dirty dishes, the brothers were gone.

you walked up to take another part of the dishes when something caught your eye.

next to the bill there was a napkin with something scribbled on it.

thank you for satisfying my bro’s wolffish appetite! however i’d prefer to hung out with you without this rascal… call me? <3

xxx-xxx-xxx

masterlist <3

taglist. @eternalgyu ,, @haecien

[camaelias]

Sunny Winter Day

CHAPTER 1 - The Man Across the Hall

CHAPTER 2 - The Winter Soldier

CHAPTER 3 - Whispers in the wall

CHAPTER 4 - Black Coffee and Cookie

CHAPTER 5 - Ambient Empathy

Pairing : Grumpy Winter Soldier x Sunshine Reader

Tags : enemies to lovers, angst, slow burn

PLOT : You and Bucky have a really nice chat

CHAPTER 6 - Do you want to stay ?

Bucky had a plan, it was clear and simple : a routine Level 4 perimeter stress test ordered by Fury, executed by him, reviewed by no one but the top brass...voilà, clean and efficient

Then you overheard

And now he was crouched behind a fake ficus plant, gloved hand wrapped around his earpiece while watching you through narrowed eyes as you stood across the corridor with the brightest, childish smile ever

He shook his head with a little amused smile “This is a terrible idea,” he muttered in the earcom, not for the first time

“Oh, absolutely,” you whispered with sparkling eyes “But it’s a fun terrible idea”

He gave you a look. You just beamed wider, tilting your head...

“You said the cameras need to be tested under non-standard patterns of movement,” you stage-whispered, bouncing slightly on your heels like a kid about to pull the world’s best prank“And what’s more non-standard than me sprinting across the corridor in socks?”

“I said controlled deviations,” he hissed

You shrugged “Controlled chaos is still controlled”

Bucky didn’t respond, just exhaled slow through his nose like someone mentally reviewing every mistake he’d ever made that led him here

Which, fair

“You looped the feeds, right?” you asked sweetly, chin tilted just enough to draw his attention to the line of your jaw

“Ninety seconds,” he muttered “If you trip the motion sensors-”

“I won’t”

“You will”

“I won’t”

“You-”

You were already halfway across the hall

Your pastel pink socks slid on the polished floor as you flailed like a startled deer, arms pinwheeling, laughter biting your lip as you caught yourself at the last second. On the other hand, Bucky who was crouched in all-black tactical gear like a shadow come to life, somehow looked both exasperated and… entertained

He bit back a smile (and failed) as you slammed into the wall beside him with a soft thump

“Stealth queen,” you whispered

“You’re going to get me fired,” he muttered with a half smile while standing. You tilted your head, hair spilling over your shoulder, and Bucky had the sudden visceral urge to tuck it behind your ear

“Nah,” you said “You’re irreplaceable...and besides! ” your voice dropped, mischief curling at the edges, “this was Fury’s idea”

“That makes it worse,” he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, blue eyes that looked a little bit greyer today, trying not to look directly at your mouth “He’s gonna pop out of the vents and kill us”

You grinned, wolfish “Not if we finish the test first”

He sighed

“Alright doll,” he said “Security feed is looping for the next two minutes"

He crouched in front of the keypad by the reinforced server door pulling a sleek black device from his pocket. You leaned over his shoulder, breath ghosting across the nape of his neck. You smelled like levender and static and whatever clean bed sheet sundrying in summer sunlight would smell like if it came in perfume form

Bucky’s jaw flexed

“What’s that?” you asked softly, eyes wide and curious

“Magic,” he replied giving you a brief sideye. He clicked the device into place, it beeped once sharp and confident and he keyed in a rapid sequence of numbers then - click

The lock disengaged. He turned back to you, holding the door open a few inches “Agent Sunshine,” he said mock-formally, palm out. His hand was warm even throught the glove and his fingers curled just slightly around yours... steady, sure, careful.

Inside the server room was dark except for a hundred tiny blinking lights : blue, red, gold... a constellation of data. The air was cool and humming with electricity. He pulled you both into the narrow gap between two massive towers of tech

You were chest-to-chest, breathing each other’s air

He could feel the heat of you, smell the faint levender on your skin. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just looked down.

And you - God help him - you looked up at him with those wide, curious eyes and a grin pulling at the corner of your mouth like you were actively trying to kill him. You meant to say something witty, maybe even mock him a little but then your brain short-circuited

After a beat of charged silence you raised your brows “Don’t tell me you’re blushing,” you whispered low and dangerous, like a dare

“I’m not blushing,” he muttered

“Sure you’re not,” you smiled "You know," you teased, a wicked glint in your eye, "you talk a big game, Barnes...but I bet you’re all bark and no bite"

"Is that right, doll?" he murmurs, voice a dark purr, and before you can even blink his hand slides around your waist, strong, sure, and tugs you flush against him. You can feel the heat of him, the roughness of his jacket, the slow thump of his heart against yours. His eyes where locked in yours, his pupils so black that you almost couldn't see the blue anymore, and as you were breathing in his musky scent you saw something flicker behind them. It felt like hesitation, like fear, you could't tell if he was making an active effort to let go off you or pulling you closer. Bucky's eyes flickered to your lips, slightly parted, and you noticed how his throat worked as he swallowed. He left out a tiny, shaky breath, his face suddenly felt so close to yours the tips of your noses were almost brushing

And then

A loud metallic thud

The door sealed shut

You blinked “...is that supposed to happen?”

He sighed, the took a step back and the cold of the distance between you made you shiver for a second. He dragged a hand down his face as he stepped out from between the servers “No”

You followed like a shadow, soft and golden

“That’s why I was supposed to test it,” he added frowning “Sometimes the override glitches. We’re gonna be stuck here for a while”

You felt the air cold on your burning cheeks but brushed it off as you leaned back against a humming tower of tech, legs crossed at the ankles like this was a casual hangout and not a classified ops fuck-up

“Well,” you said, kicking your socked feet against the metal floor, “good thing you’re stuck with me and not Stark”

And Bucky, who had spent years surviving war, torture, programming, and loss... chuckled. He shook his head and chuckled. You sighed and sat down on the floor, one leg bent under you, one kicked lazily out like you were sunbathing in Central Park and not locked in the world’s most secure server room

“I mean...this is cozy,” you said looking around like this was a five-star suite “You ever think about redecorating? Mood lighting’s doing a lot of the heavy lifting”

You wiggled your socked toes in the ambient blue glow of the server lights and flashed him a big childish smile...quiet, spontaneous, completely unbothered. He glanced down at you, something tugging faintly at the corner of his mouth

You were ridiculous, really a sunshine with a pulse, and the worst part was that you didn’t try. There were people who were charming like it was a job, a mask, he had studied them so that he could replicate it in Hydra`s missions but you? You were just...like this. Laughing in the dark in socks.

He crouched nearby, arms on his knees, trying very hard not to look directly at the way your hair had fallen into your eyes.

“So,” you said after a moment, peeking up at him through your lashes “What’s the backup plan, Mr. Security Chief?”

“Wait it out. Radio goes out when the door seals, but it should trigger an alert eventually”

You tilted your head, all mock-innocence “Or… we could pass the time with a game”

He arched a brow “What kind of game?”

“The dangerous kind, ” You grinned brightly “You go first,” you added, sitting up straighter, legs now criss-crossed “Tell me something true, one real thing”

Bucky leaned back against the server rack as it hummed gently against his spine and thought about how you looked so at home in the dark.

He hesitated for a second

“I don’t like peaches, but...I like plums” he said at last

You gasped, actually gasped. One hand on your heart, the other pressed to the floor for dramatic support

“no peaches?” you exclaimed “How dare you”

He smirked, low and fast, the rare kind that didn’t feel like a reflex. You kicked your foot out and lightly bumped his shin. He shook his head trying not to smile “What about you?”

You tapped your chin then leaned in slightly as if confiding a state secret

“I once tried to smuggle a white cat out of a Hydra facility, wanted to call him Alpine”

He blinked

“It followed me into the vents,” you added, shrugging “Fury was not amused”

Bucky laughed. A short, sharp burst that surprised even him. It made you grin like you’d just won something

“I can’t tell if you’re brave or just chaos in human form,” he said still smiling and blue eyes locked on you, taking in every detail.

Need to study the target, to find a break in he tells to himself while he looks at the little crease in your forehead when you tried to be serious, the curve of your mouth when it held back a laugh, the light on your skin, soft and golden even here.

The room settled into a hush, not a heavy or awkward silence, just quiet. The kind of silence that happens when there’s nothing left to prove or hide.

You leaned back on your palms now, head tilted, hair fanning slightly across your shoulder. The glow from the servers threw little halos over your collarbone, catching the slight shimmer in your eyeshadow, the faint glint of a golden thread stitched through your sleeve

Bucky noticed that He noticed everything. He swallowed thickly, blinking hard

“What?” you asked softly, catching his gaze mid-thought

“Nothing,” he said too quickly

He sat with his back against one of the taller racks, the chill from the floor seeping through the seams of his pants. It grounded him and so did the faint vibration in the wall behind him, a reminder that the world was still spinning. Still working. That he (well, Hydra) hadn’t pulled it all down, yet

You weren’t looking at him, you were watching the floor or maybe something far behind it. Your lashes flickered softly with every blink, your expression unreadable but quiet

“You said you were military, right?”

Bucky didn’t flinch. He was ready for this question and he mentally went through the file of his cover

“Yeah,” he said carefully, adjusting his posture like it mattered “Army. Long time ago”

You nodded like that made sense “That explains the posture”

That drew the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth “Didn’t like the cold” he added dryly “Or the… purpose”

That earned you the smallest, understanding smile, a sign that you were listening. You adjusted your posture, arms wrapping lightly around your knees now “so you left?” you asked

“You can't really leave that kind of world” A truth buried in lie

You hummed and Bucky almost hated how easy it was to listen to the sound. How warm it felt in his ears

“Do you miss something about it?”

The question hit him sideways

Did he miss it? The war, the reboots, the certainty of orders?

He’d never had the time to ask himself that, it's not like he never got to choose. His silence stretched just a second too long

“I miss… knowing what I was supposed to do” His voice sounded distant in his own ears “even when I hated it”

You nodded again, soft

“Are you happy here?”

He looked at you and for a second, just one, he forgot what he was supposed to say

Happy? Here?

This wasn’t his life, it was a cover story. An infiltration. He was Hydra’s metal fist. This wasn’t his place, not really. He was here to run the program, watch you, exploit the opening, slip into the vault without being seen. He didn’t get to be happy, he got to be useful.

But your voice was so open and so, so fucking genuine. You didn’t mean it as a threat, you just wanted to know

“I don’t know,” he finally answered. His voice was quieter now, low and fraying at the edges “I haven’t had time to think about what happy even looks like”

You tilted your head, curiosity brightening your eyes. You shifted slightly closer without realising it

And then, softly, plainly... “Do you want to stay?”

That question didn’t sound big in your mouth yet it detonated in his chest.

"Do you want to stay?"

Not can you Not should you Not are you assigned to

Want

He didn’t answer at first.

Didn’t trust his voice.

But something... maybe the dark, maybe your tone, maybe the sheer quiet of it all loosened the words from his chest before he could smother them

“I think I’d like to”

“Then stay,” you said. He blinked hard, looked down, his fingers flexed slightly against the floor, and for a second he didn’t know where to put his hands. His thoughts. Himself. There was a tightness behind his eyes he didn’t trust. His shoulders drew in just slightly as if he could brace against kindness like it was a blow

His voice came out quieter now, rougher

“Not many people would say that to someone like me”

You blinked, tilting your head

“Why not?”

Your tone wasn’t defensive, just… confused and honest, like you couldn’t imagine someone not saying that to him. He swallowed.

“My past is...” The words caught thick and bitter “It’s dark”

His chest tightened as memories of his life as the winter soldier flashed before his eye. He felt the fear again but not the enemy’s, his. Fear of forgetting, of becoming nothing again, gone in the ice until the next mission. His chest started to pull tighter, the room a little smaller now, colder... he tried to will the image away

Your voice came a second later “Dark doesn’t mean bad”

He looked at you but you didn’t look back yet. You were still watching that invisible point on the floor, lashes low, thoughtful

“People always say light is better,” you continued slowly, carefully choosing each word “but light demands something...It... exposes. It asks you to perform, you know? To...ugh, to shine and to be bright even when you’re not”

Your eyes met his again, gentle but direct

“But the dark… the dark lets you rest”

You paused, breathing in deep through your nose. You blinked once, twice, like you were tasting the weight of your next thought before releasing it

“It’s quiet there. Honest....mercyfull even"

He stared. You turned fully toward him, tucking one leg underneath the other, the fabric of your shirt shifting gently with the movement.

“I think your kind of dark,” you said with a soft smile, and this time your voice dipped even softer “might be the kind that keeps people warm, not afraid”

His breath hitched

He didn’t know what to say but somehow, in the stillness of that server room far from the steel operating tables, far from the hiss of sedatives and the burn of commands tattooed into his skull, something in him shifted. He looked at you but not as a mark, not as a mission, but as a person.

You, with your voice like velvet and your eyes that didn’t flinch, with your sleeves pushed up and a faint shimmer on your cheekbone, with the light on your fingertips fading gently now, not vanishing but just resting, with your shoulder half-lit by the server’s glow and the tiniest scar just below your jaw. He felt something warm and awful open in his chest. Not pain, not hope, just… something alive. For the first time in too many years to count he looked through his own eyes, not the Winter Soldier’s, just Bucky’s.

The door clicked open with a low whir and a flash of green across the panel, you blinked at it like you'd forgotten it was supposed to happen at all then stretched your arms above your head with a sleepy grin

“Well, crisis averted, server seduction complete”

Bucky stood slowly. His limbs felt heavier than they should’ve.

You walked out first, smiley and breezy like you hadn’t just made a former assassin question his entire constructed reality and he followed. The hallway was colder than he remembered. Too bright. Too open.

You glanced back at him over your shoulder “You okay?”

He nodded but the motion felt practiced “Yeah. Just gonna do a perimeter sweep”

You didn’t push, just smiled like you always did... a little amused, a little knowing, and saluted him with two fingers before turning the other way

Bucky stood there a second too long.

Then turned sharply and walked.

[bthehufflepuff208]

So with all the 'anti Tony' posts flooding the 'Tony Stark Defense Squad' tag and other pro-Tony tags, I have to once again post my feelings.

It is absolute insanity how so many MCU fans (especially Team Cap fans and Anti-Tony people) see everything in black and white.

So many refuse to accept that things are in shades of gray; that characters and situations are complicated and that character development actually can exist.

So with the the 'anti Tony' posts flooding the specific tags for Tony fans (trying to piss Tony fans off because they feel like morally superior for hating Tony), I need to post my own thoughts on some of the main issues being constantly mentioned. But unlike these "morally superior" anti-Tony/Team Cap fans, I will not use tags that would have my posts show up in their favorited tags, as I don't feel it necessary to ruin other people's enjoyment of characters based on their opinion to feel better than them.

So first argument I'm constantly seeing:

"Tony fans are fine/happy with Tony killing Bucky and don't care what Bucky's been through."

I'm pretty sure I talked about this before, but I've seen many Tony fans (definitely not all, I'm sure there are a bunch who would disagree with me) acknowledge what Bucky's been through and and understand he had absolutely no control.

Because saying "Tony's reaction to attacking Bucky is understandable" is not the same as saying "Bucky deserved to die by Tony's hand."

Tony just watched his father's head being bashed in and then his mother being strangled to death. And to top it all off, someone he trusted knew and purposely kept it from him. Tony antis constantly argue "he refused to to realize that Bucky was brainwashed!"

I'm pretty sure Tony couldn't think rationally at all at the time, with the whole watching his parents be brutally murdered while the man who murdered them is standing feet away from him and a finding our a trusted friend knew and purposely kept it from him.

And when this is said, Tony antis go, "so you think Bucky deserves to be brutally murdered?! Hypocrite!!!"

Tony's reaction to what has happened is understandable, but no, if Tony had indeed murdered Bucky, it would have been horrible. Bucky had been through immense torture and had absolutely no control of what happened. If Tony had ended up murdering Bucky, no justice would have truly been served; a tortured man would have been murdered for the actions of a Nazi organization controlling him.

Because things aren't in black and white; understanding one thing doesn't mean that you need to agree with everything that happens afterwords. Understanding Tony's reaction isn't saying Bucky deserved to die. There are layers to everything that happens, especially in fictional stories.

But this main belief of everything is in black and white seems to come back to Tony's character overall, which I've been seeing in these recent anti Tony posts:

"Tony Stark is a narcissist, so every single thing he does is to make himself feel better and/or because he's forced to do the right thing."

I......uh.......

Seriously?! Like, are you unable to think critically?! Or you took 'Textbook Narcissim" from Iron Man 2 and stuck with it throught the entire Infinity Saga because he's a white, male, heterosexual billionaire?

This is fiction, and even though Jon Favreau and RDJ said when filming Iron Man 1 that their Tony was based on Elon Musk in 2008, the fictional Tony Stark isn't the actual psychopath Elon Musk!

Like the argument I saw for Endgame was "Tony only sacrificed himself because Dr. Strange made him; he wouldn't have done anything if he wasn't forced."

Well no, I don't think he was all that thrilled to sacrifice himself and leave his wife and daughter, but what you refuse to accept, is that THINGS AREN'T IN BLACK AND WHITE. He can still choose to sacrifice himself because he truly wants to help the universe and destroy Thanos and his army all the while being terrified/heartbroken about leaving his wife and child behind. Emotions and actions are complicated! One emotion doesn't negate everything else. You can feel conflicting emotions at one time!!

And even if anti Tony people see this, they'll say "but if Strange didn't reiterate to Tony they only won in 1 out of 14 million possibilities, he would have just focused on saving himself." Yes, fighting Thanos was solely to make himself the hero and save himself only(this is sarcasm, but I'm sure Tony antis will be like "Yes! That's exactly right!").

There is so much more I can say about things not being black and white, but the fact that this belief is still pretty popular nowadays is absolutely wild for me. So many just cling to the black and white general characterizations of these characters and absolutely refuse to accept that characters, like people, are complicated.

That characters and situations aren't black and white.

They are shades of gray, and being shades of gray is what makes us able to sympathize and understand a characters actions and beliefs.

[meaty4spicedbuns]

Eustass Kidd x RemReader - Hate sex with Eustass Kidd

At first is was just me thinking about how Kidd would be able to be in a toxic relationship.. But let say I let my mind slip a little. Tho this was written for another character, but re-reading it, it match more Kidd's vibe.

It was suppose to be small, but since it way more longer than it thought here the tag:

Warning : you can considerate this toxic relationship, smut, swearing, and everything turning around sex in general, two peoples not assuming they wanna fuck each other so they are in denial but doing it anyway, noncon said out loud but they both 100% want it.

Listen listen,,,

Kidd is cocky.

And a cocky bastard nonetheless. Went to fight throught see, killing innocent peoples, with so much angry issues he surely doesn't know where to put them anymore.

So, since he is a cocky batard, and can be easily teased, imagine being able to crawl under his skin ; to made him honnestly annoyed. And sometimes, just for fun, you make him flew into rage to play with his nerves and show him the grap you've got in him.

Kidd doesn't like it. At all. But you don't care. In your case, you probably play around just because you like to see him upset. You find it interesting, liking the feeling of danger he gaves you from his deadly stare. You love seeing his muscle twitching, his fists clenching when he looks at you with frowned eyebrows :

" Seriously!?" He shout.

Even tho he tried, really hard, to put a calm facade around you, you just found with ease his buttons to push, the one that will tickles his nerves.

But, not to be that simple for you, he is also able to do exactly same. Tought, he isn't mean, he just answer the same vibes.

Smirk, tease,, hit, push, pull, fight. You both acte up like childs near each other's. Although at the end, hidden under a snarky smile, the act is just for cover up an enraging need to feel the skins of other. A small burning interest.

Let's say you're the perfect illustration of the classic "I pull the ponytail of the one I like."

Now,, important part,,

Imagine the hate sex.

How he would proudly pound into your cunt. How he would be delighted to see your eyes rolling behind your head.

And, gosh, the wetness you gave him.

Your fingers curling into the bed sheets.

Your shorten breath.

He would be so hard from seeing you being turn on of his dirty talk he could almost feel embarassed. How him putting you back in place made you creamy, quiver under his fingers. How the feeling of his body pressing you against the mastress could made you create thoses kinds of little sounds you're trying to so painfully swallow back.

"Playing the big girl, but look at the dolly eyes yours giving me." he tease.

You're hiding your face under your hands, shutting your eyes as if it will made your embarassment go away.

You cannot just look at how wild he is when looking down at you, spark in his eyes, smile burn on his lips. Your legs opening and closing themself under his trust while you're working to get your breath low, pleasure sparkling in your lower area, chicken skin all over.

He wants to get a moan. He wants to get you moan his name so bad. It's his quest, and he'll get it no matter what. Taking his time tho. His trust are hard enough, but slow. He wants to see how he can made you fall apart under him.

"What happen all of a sudden, getting real'quiet miss."

Both his hands on each part of yours hips, grabbing them for you to stay in place, he is slowly making you move it, listening to you, staring at your reaction. Thought you don't paid attention, you're too focus on how it feel inside you gave in no filtered reponses. And your eyes open wides the moment he finds yours sweet spots, soft breath of literal pleasure escaping from your lips.

The cutest, hottest, moan he ever heard.

The sound of it is honey to Kidd ears. It's so hot he stops himself. Towering you, staring directly, him focusing on you made you felt so shameful. So you stare back. Trying to give a deadly stare. Both silent, out of breath. He is smilling wide at this point. You're drowling on his cock, clenching around him to get more. He is loving this so bad he made him feral.

" What was that miss?" He teased. "Weren't it cute?"

" Shut up on work it up brat."

" Oh yeah? But..,He bends over and grabs your chin so you look at him back, I won't let that sink no worry."

Yes. Oh god he won't let that slide out.

He'll be sure to work that spot so he'll crave this memories into his brains.

The perfect round shape your mouth is drawing. The broken sound of your breathing mess while his hard cock is working inside you. And gosh, the moment his fingers find your clit to made you cum, you became a puddle under him.

The weakest puddle he ever saw from you. And God it felt good seeing you like that. And it's not because your climax came that you'll have a break. No rest for the bitch. He is a total egoistic cunt so once you're done, he would just play with you.

After all, what a show you're giving him.

He'll just overstimulate you to see your legs dramatically shake from your tired muscles, closing and opening on him. Just to hear you muttering you can't take more, even thought he can't neither tbh. Just to crave the fact he is the one making it to you. But on the other hand, you're not even trying to stop him, and once you open your eyes, the first thing you do is to stand your chest up to grab his face and bite his shoulder, his lips. Nothing too lovely tho.

" Want me to stop ?!, he asked the first time you asked, whimpering. " "N-No! Just go in you idiot !"

He'll fill you to the brim and once he think it's enough for him, he'll let you go like he is doing you a favor.

Howerver they'll be no passionate kisses exchanges. Not gonna give you more than that. He would just rub your hairs with a smarky random line, so fucking proud of himself. Tho he doesn't assume he is dry as hell, and in the same mental state as you. He'll play tought just for the show.

But in the end, deep down, hidden away from any stare, and he can't wait for a next time. Anytime he would see you after that, he would just feel that cold shiver down his pain, flashing memories from seeing you under his body.

Yes. He can't wait ~