#you're amazing !!

[intellectual6666]

Have a seat. I know you're tried. You've ran here and there. You've made your mind run errands. You had a lot of stress. I know there's still a lot left. There's still many things undone. Everything's scattered. But take some rest. Take a deep breath and have some water. Calm your mind. Close your eyes. Feel the temporary peace.

[tealeafstew]

I wish more people would realize how beautiful they are

[teddybeartoji]

mating press with toji but he can't keep still, he'ss fucking u so hard that your still managing to get pushed up higher on the bed and he just chases you up the mattress until ur cornered on the headboard and he's just growling, telling u to stop running away from him even tho you arent !!!

PLEAAAAAAASEEEEEE🥴🥴🥴🥴 HE'S SOOO DEEP INSIDE YOU AND HE'S SOOSO HEAVY ON TOP OF YOU IT'S SO FUCKING OVERWHELMING AND IT JUST FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD THAT IT HAS YOU SOBBINGG

you're both covered in sweat and it's all soooosoo messy like the slick sounds that come every time he slams his hips into yours are just fucking filthy. and you are trying to back off a little, just a little because you can't even breathe properly but then he's there. still right on top of you, his big thighs pressing down against yours while his one hand supports his upper body and his other goes to cradle your neck. and then he presses his forehead to yours, his dark eyes glued to your teary ones. you're not going anywhere now. he's got you locked in this delicious position and it's enough to push you over the edge again. so you're crying out under him, your body twitching so hard bc it's just too fucking much that you feel like you're almost gonna pass out.

but he fucks you through it, his raspy voice praising you – telling you how good you are for him and how good you feel. telling you that he loves you. as he cums, he pushes his hips into yours one last time and then he stays there, pressing sloppy kisses all over your face bc he just needs to make sure that you feel his love<333333333

[narakasfuck]

Here's Phil patting your head

[reality-detective]

Let this 👆 sink in 🤔

[dreamingofmarauders]

I'll Always Love You

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary: In which Y/n feels unloved and isolates herself from the rest, and Sirius wants to know what is going on in his gorgeous girl's mind.

Warnings: Anxiety, feeling low/depressed, isolation, sad, angst, panic attack, points of fluff here and there throughout

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Y/n lay down on the ground, the grass providing a soft yet weak cushion, as she stared up at the sky. Looking up into the outer world, a sense of hopelessness filled y/n. She put a hand out, to reach for the sky. A sky that stretched out wide, out of her reach, just like her happiness and love. Only sadness and dread filled her. Her eyes glossed over.

She was all alone.

It was all fine at first, and her heart ached for the days where she smiled naturally, laughing and enjoying her life so much with friends and family, that she had felt like the luckiest person in the world.

It was the sixth year at Hogwarts and everything was wonderful. Y/n had an amazing group of friends, Lily, Marlene, Alice and on the other side were the Marauders. She would study with Lily and Remus in the library in the evenings, sneaking in laughs in between. Y/n played Quidditch alongside, James, Marlene and Sirius, sparing no effort as she was the best on the team, making James grumble at times but he was proud of her nonetheless. Y/n would listen attentively while Peter explained weird facts no one ever knew. All in all, she was happy.

A soft padding caught her ears and beside Y/n plopped down a figure.

"What are you doing out here, darling?"

Y/n's gaze slowly moved from the blue sky to the striking grey eyes of her beloved.

It was near the spring break and when Y/n thought things couldn't get any better, they did. Sirius and Y/n were out at the astronomy tower, and on their way back, the two were walking peacefully until a pair of footsteps began to echo up ahead. Y/n looked at Sirius with wide eyes, who grazed his eyes over the landscape until they halted upon a wooden door. Sirius grabbed Y/n's hand and ran for the broom closet, ushering her in before closing the door behind. Sirius lit up his wand and felt the breath leave his lungs.

Y/n stared up at him with a sparkle in her eyes, her hands resting upon his chest, the two standing flushed together as the broom closet contained barely any space. Sirius reached down and brushed a strand behind Y/n's hair. Y/n let her eyes shut for a brief second, her heart pounding madly in her chest.

"Y/n," Sirius softly whispered out, "I fancy you." He said straightforwardly. "A lot." He paused awaiting an answer but silence greeted him as y/n processed his statement. "Shit, I genuinely hope I didn't just ruin our friendship-"

Sirius broke off as Y/n pressed her lips to his. It took Sirius a few seconds to process what was happening before he shut his eyes, his hands sliding down to Y/n's waist. It was a slow yet affectionate kiss, and the two slowly pulled apart, foreheads resting together, as they tried to catch their breath.

"I like you too, doofus." Y/n breathed out lovingly.

Sirius softly smiled, "I figured as much, love." Sirius paused, "Would you like to be my girlfriend?" Sirius felt himself melt entirely when he saw Y/n's face beam with happiness.

"I would love to."

Sirius returned her expression, "Perfect." He said, before pulling her in for a kiss again.

After that day, the two were together and strong as ever. Their friends were exhilarated when they found out, revealing they had even placed bets on the couple. Unfortunately, James and Marlene owed the others, for which they cursed the pair playfully as they were happy for their friends nonetheless.

"Y/n?" Sirius spoke out softly. He was beginning to get worried. He knew something was off. Ever since the start of the seventh year, his Y/n's been off and it's killing him not knowing how to help her. "Are you alright, dove?"

"M'fine." Y/n mumbled, closing her eyes once again.

Sirius frowned before speaking, "How about we head inside? We could work on our homework together."

"I already did mine." Y/n replied.

That was a lie.

Y/n had begun to lose her motivation, her energy. She performed well in school and met deadlines. However, now her grades were slowly dropping. She disliked going to class because she hated seeing people, when no one out of the many at Hogwarts truly cared for her.

"Alright then." Sirius drew out, and placed his jacket on the grass, laying down beside his girlfriend.

The y/h/c haired girl peeked through her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Spending time with my girl." He instantly replied, flashing a smile down at her. Despite the heaviness she felt, a very tiny warmth flickered in her heart for a second. A small yet brief smile crawled onto her lips, and Y/n reached out to interlock her fingers with Sirius'. At that, Sirius smiled.

His girl was still in there somewhere.

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"Miss. L/n, a word please." McGonagall said as the final bell of the day rang, signalling the end of lessons and the start of the weekend.

Y/n heaved a breath, already knowing where this was headed. Sirius slightly frowned, wondering what McGonagall could possibly want with his girlfriend, after all, she was one of the smartest students in the entire year.

Sirius threw a small smile at Y/n, telling her he would meet her back in the common room. Y/n nodded and headed to McGonagall's desk while Sirius left through the door.

"Yes, Professor?"

McGonagall studied Y/n for a moment before beckoning her to sit, the latter doing as instructed. "Miss. L/n, I am concerned about your academic performance. You are one of the best performing students and yet, suddenly, your grades have begun to drop, and not just in my class, but your other professors have expressed the same concern."

Y/n released a breath, "I just..." She trailed off, unsure of how to respond.

McGonagall's expression softened. "Have a biscuit, Miss. L/n."

Y/n politely accepted the one offered to her and nibbled on it as McGonagall spoke once again.

"Miss. L/n, I am not just your Head of House but also someone who cares about you, whom you can talk to whenever in need. How are you actually doing, Y/n?"

Y/n's eyes slowly glossed over, "I am sorry, Professor-"

"There is no need to apologize." McGonagall said, "Just remember to take care of yourself and that I am here for you. Do you want to talk about it?"

Y/n slowly shook her head.

"Very well, you may leave."

Y/n stood up. "Thank you, Professor." She said before rushing out, not noticing a certain grey eyed boy who had been listening in on the conversation. He felt his heart clench.

Y/n was definitely hiding something but he couldn't figure out a way to help her.

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"Everyone line up!" The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor yelled out, as all the students in the room scrambled into a single file line, pushing and shoving each other as they awaited their turn with the Boggart.

With the war coming, it was necessary to review and practice all skills, so even though the students had worked with a Boggart before, the professor thought there was no harm in trying again.

Each student went one by one, until it was Sirius' turn followed by Y/n's.

Sirius paled at what stepped out through the cupboard. It was his mother, followed by his father, dragging along his younger brother, Regulus, who looked so small and fragile and broken. Sirius had faltered, his hand beginning to shake but before he could succumb to his fears and insecurities, he flicked his wand while muttering "Riddikulus!" And the horrible sight vanished to be replaced with a black dog trying to chase his own tail, which managed from Sirius and his fellow marauders, shit-eating grins.

As Sirius stepped aside, Y/n stepped up, her hands beginning to sweat, not prepared for what was to come. In the blink of an eye, the black dog warped into what were Y/n's parents, whose usual faces of kindness and love were replaced with anger and disappointment, and Y/n felt all the breath leave her lungs. Sirius watched with concern, realizing something was wrong.

"How can you disappoint us like this?" Y/n's mother spoke. "We've given you nothing but love, and you can't even complete your education like a normal person!?" Her mother suddenly shouted making Y/n flinch as a tear slid down her cheek. Suddenly, another figure appeared, making Y/n whimper.

Sirius.

Looking broken, disappointed and angry.

Y/n began to shake her head.

"I've given you all my attention since day one and you can't even let me in!? How am I not good enough for you!?" Sirius screeched, making Y/n let out a sob as her body began to shake.

"That's enough!"

And the Boggart disappeared as the real Sirius appeared into Y/n's view as he wrapped his arms around Y/n, who was sobbing loudly. The whole classroom was dead silent, astounded by what had just transpired. Lily and the girls exchanged worried looks while James, Remus and Peter looked on with disbelief.

"It's alright, I'm right here." Sirius whispered into her hair as he rubbed comforting circles into Y/n's back.

Y/n hiccuped and broke away from Sirius, leaving the young Black slightly startled.

"I'm sorry." She said before she ran out of the room, wanting to get away from everything. She ran and ran and ran, until she got into the safety of one of the girl's bathroom cubicles.

Y/n slid down to the floor, crying her heart out. Why was everything so hard? She was being so unfair to the people around her and she hated herself.

Y/n felt her chest begin to tighten and she placed a hand on her chest as she felt herself unable to breath. Her body shivered uncontrollably and her heart felt as if it would jump out of her chest any second.

The door opened and rushed in Sirius, who surveyed the situation and realized what was happening. He knelt down, pressing Y/n's hand to his chest.

"Love, look at me, copy my breathing." He instructed, but Y/n could barely comprehend what he was saying, hell she could barely see his mouth moving as she felt her vision begin to blur.

"Dove, tell me five things you can see." Sirius said, and Y/n drew in a excruciatingly painful breath.

"Y-you, the door, your tattoos, the toilet a-and my hand." She uttered out.

"Good, darling. What can you hear?"

Y/n spoke out a bit slower this time, "Your voice, the sound of rain outside, students moving out in the hall." She finished, taking in a shuddering breath as she felt her body very slowly begin to relax.

"That's it baby girl, you're alright, you're safe." Sirius spoke out gently, rubbing comforting circles into Y/n's hand, which he softly held between his hold.

"I'm so sorry." Y/n said as she kept her gaze on the floor, too embarrassed to look at Sirius.

"Hey, Y/n/n, look at me, love." He placed a finger under her chin and moved her head until she was looking into his eyes.

"Y/n, I love you so much, and I really care for you. It's hard to watch you losing yourself. You will have to tell me what's going on if you want me to help you."

Y/n felt her eyes burn and she buried her face in his chest, as Sirius placed his head upon hers whilst murmuring reassuring words.

"I'm so sorry, Sirius. I don't deserve you." You said while crying. "I have been so unfair to you and everyone else and I'm sorry for it."

"Shh. You don't need to apologize. I'm sorry I didn't try harder." He pulled away to cup Y/n's face. "What's going on in that gorgeous mind of yours?'

Y/n let out a small watery laugh as she wiped her tears. "I just don't feel good anymore. I feel so... empty. So hollow and alone, I can't find it in myself to think that there are people in my life that truly do care for me. I can't find the motivation to keep up with school. I don't..." She let out a defeated sigh, "I don't see a point in my life when all I'm doing is hurting and disappointing the ones around me."

Sirius felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. He knew something was wrong but he had no idea his beloved Y/n was going through so much. He placed a kiss on her forehead.

"I'm sorry, darling, I wish I had known sooner. But believe me when I say this that we all do love you. Lily's been worried and keeps asking me constantly what's on your mind but I had no answer for her." Sirius sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You matter a lot. You have no clue what would happen to me if I lost you, you're my life, Y/n. I can't bear seeing you unhappy." Sirius took her hands between his. "I promise you, we will work through this together, you and me, alright?"

Y/n nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over her, making her heart feel warm after a long time. For the first time in a while, Y/n felt loved and felt a certain satisfaction that she was in good hands.

She embraced Sirius tightly.

"I love you."

Sirius smiled, pulling Y/n closer.

"I love you too, darling. I'll always love you."

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A/N: I hope you all liked the oneshot. I was going to do a birthday party for the reader and everything but I felt this was the best place to end it off.

For anyone ever feeling they are not enough, you are enough and deserve the whole world. If you ever want to talk, just send me a message. :)

I had begun writing this when I was feeling low. I felt unhappy, I couldn't smile, it was a bad phase. I felt that no one around me actually cared for me, but I know some people will always be there for me and others need to be let go (which I suck at doing). I still do at times feel that I will never be enough and no one wants to be around me, but I am trying. Anyways, I love you all so much and you all deserve the world and beyond! I hope you're all doing well and staying smiling! ❤

Love,

Serina

P.S. Also, can someone please get me a Sirius, like where can I get one from? He's too precious 😭

[chrissy-kaos]

I'm sitting here with this super amazing person! @drmothmaam

Happy Halloween 🎃

[calmcoldevening]

♡ Slashers x plump reader ♡

Thomas Hewitt

𑁍 He likes your hips. Especially when you sit on his lap and wrap your hips around his legs while he squeezes your ass.

𑁍 Plump partner suggests big and warm hugs. The boy is so hungry for human warmth that he will not let you out of his hands for a while, but squeeze you like a soft toy.

𑁍 Baby Tommy likes to carry you on his arms, especially in the wedding style, he likes to feel your weight on his hands; be sure, he will walk extremely carefully so that if you are uncomfortable, he will painlessly correct your position; Thomas will hold you to his chest, so even through his clothes, you will hear how much he has a rapid heartbeat.

𑁍 Tommy likes to show you his strength so that you admire him and feel safe. It's enough that he puts you on one of his hands and takes a chainsaw in the other. You can't see it, but he'll smirk when you squeal in surprise and cling to his shoulders and neck.

𑁍 If the boy is bored, he will come to the kitchen (where you usually sit during a conversation with Luda-Mae or cook) and, putting you on a chair, will kneel in front of you. Tommy will put his head on your feet. Stroke his tangled hair and you will hear a vibrating purr in his chest. Tommy loves kneading your legs, so you can't get away from it. It calms him down.

𑁍 Thomas likes to look at your palms and compare them with his big hands. Your flesh is soft, tender, with a pleasant smell of soap, and his is hard and rough from constant hard work.

Vincent Sinclair

𑁍 Most of all he likes your face: plump cheeks, soft neck and shining eyes. Vincent likes to rub his mask against your forehead, massaging your shoulders.

𑁍 If you are sad, a man will pull your cheeks until you start laughing, and then hug you tightly.

𑁍 For him, you are a work of art, a Muse and, in principle, a standard of beauty, so be prepared for the fact that most of the time you will sit with him in the studio or pose for him.

𑁍 He likes to sit on your bed and hug your body from the back. He will put his head on top of your head and wrap his hands around your hands clutching a mug of hot tea.

𑁍 Please let him draw on your body. He thinks it's very beautiful. In a couple of hours, your body will turn into a flat canvas for Renaissance paintings.

Michael Myers

𑁍 He likes everything. Your plump body is a place where he can leave as many of his possessive marks as possible; especially in the area of the abdomen and neck. Hell, you'll have to wear shirts and sweaters with high collars if you're going out somewhere, how strange these hickeys and bites with a trace of his massive jaws will look.

𑁍 Can pass by and accidentally touch you. Just ignore it.

𑁍 He sneaks into your room when you're already asleep and lies down next to you. He likes to hold you to him, hugging your stomach, and burying his face in your neck. Without a mask, he can smell your body much more clearly.

𑁍 You are so nice and warm, he will climb up to you like a cat.

𑁍 He saw how sometimes you look at yourself strangely in the mirror. Michael is bad at showing love, but now he brings you various chains and rings, usually with hearts, to cheer you up. Maybe he won't even resist and will kiss you through the mask as soon as he sees your cute cherry plump cheeks.

Lester Sinclair

𑁍 He likes your hands. No, seriously. The best way to cheer him up is to quietly approach him from behind when he is working, and put your chubby arms around his neck — the boy is all yours. He will relaxedly tilt his head towards your embrace and rub the back of his head against your shoulders (well, what a cutie?), don't be surprised if he starts to whimper and purr from this, Lester really likes it.

𑁍 Although from the outside he seems to be a solid daredevil and a funny guy who will laugh even with a twitching little finger (and he will make him laugh), Lester can be serious, no, extremely serious. Usually his mood changes when it comes to you. If he catches you calling your own body names, believe me, you won't leave the house in the next few days. Lester will hug you all day and kiss your chubby body until your arms and legs are completely red. He will tell you affectionate words of love and convince you that you are the best and most beautiful girl he has ever had in his life!

𑁍 If you're sad, he'll make you cookies in the form of hearts (better than deer meat, right?).

𑁍 He likes playing with your hair. If you are sitting peacefully, know that he will certainly sneak up on you and ruffle your hair so that even a comb will be powerless.

"Honey, you're very beautiful. I'm serious. What would I do without you with my boring life, huh? Watching Vincent? Calmed Bo's seizures?"

𑁍 Every evening, if you want it, of course, he will give you a relaxing massage.

You would be a goddess for these boys, sweetheart ;)

[janesurlife]

Lack of anger (even after being in a high pressure situation where you got punished for no fault of your own) on men looks really sexy.

PS: I would have punched him but Carlos is a much better man

[dr-spectre]

UPDATE!!!!

THE SOURCE OF THE IMAGE I WAS LOOKING FOR HAS BEEN FOUND!!! IT WAS FROM @ Vshartener ON TWITTER!!

THANK YOU @yourlocalarchfey FOR FINDING IT!!!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!!!

Thank you for spending time out of your day to help some crazed Splatoon fan out!!! You're a legend!!

You know what sucks about this too? I literally follow this account on twitter and enjoy their art... When i saw the name i went "WAIT THEM!?!?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?"

So anyways, go check this artist out, they make some banging art.

[cinamun]

Can I just say how I appreciate that you don't force feed your story to your audience. You let us make our own interpretations while not losing the plot.

It's harder than it looks. Thanks for sharing it with us.

OOH!!! Thank you! I do this intentionally and part of it is that I wouldn't want to be force fed or spoon fed when it comes to movies, books, stories or any other form of art. Let me figure it out! Part of why I don't do spoilers but will play devil's advocate with joy. So I appreciate that you appreciate that friend.

If no one has told you yet today, you look amazing and I love what you did with your hair.

[kyokutsu-sama]

Headcanons theme : self esteem (They having a partner with low self-steem)

Tw: self image, bodies, nsfw content Author's note : Hi everyone, I hope y'all are fine. It's been a while since I wanted to post about this topic and it's something that has probably been present in the lives of some people including me but the goal here is to encourage self-acceptance because we are all perfect in some way. A big hug from the writer🤗

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Shunsui :

He is very understanding and considerate of any issues you have had before or are having that you cannot resolve or even ask for help.

He wouldn't like to know that you have body insecuritiesor that you compare yourself to others sometimes. He thinks you're beautiful and perfect just the way you are and he won't let you feel insecure about it.

He would give you twice as many hugs and give you the triple the compliments he used to give you after you talk to him about it.

“Don't say that, my petal you are perfect, I love you” or “You look beautiful in any outfit” would be some of the things he would say to you frequently.

He would lay you down on his bed, naked and covered in petals as he kissed every inch of your body and showed you there was nothing wrong on it.

A real gentleman, isn't he?

Jushiro :

You already know that he has a soft personality like Shunsui but Jushiro turns out to be a little cuter.

He always puts you at ease when you want to tell him about something you're trying to get over and you know you can count on him for anything.

He regrets that you don't have his eyes to see how perfect and wonderful you are. He promises to stay by her side and help you.

"Don't be hard on yourself Y/n, you're beautiful" or "You don't need to change anything because you're perfect and I love you" would be words spoken by him.

He would hug you and probably take you in front of a mirror after taking off your clothes and run his hands over your body and dedicate the most beautiful words to every corner of it.

Take me to the thirteenth division now.

Kenpachi:

You already have an idea of what he's going to say about it.

He has a wild and strong personality and will use it to his advantage to resolve anything. He admires you a lot and when he finds out that you're feeling bad about your own body… He's definitely going to do something crazy...

He would probably ask if you're crazy for thinking that way, since you're perfect in his eyes, or if it was some idiot who made you think that way, because if it was, he'd cut his ass off.

"WHAT? What do you mean by insecurities? Have you seen yourself in the fucking mirror today?"

If not, he would put you on his shoulder and drag you into the bedroom, ripping the clothes off your body and fuck you in front of the nearest mirror until you completely change that idea. He loves every single one of those imperfections because it's those little imperfections that make you unique and special.

If he did that to me I would never have insecurities in my life again

Bottom line: He won't want to hear you say you don't like yourself because you're strong and hot as hell and he loves having someone strong by his side.

[starryalpacasstuff]

You can practically see the switch flick in his brain. Up till this moment, he believed that he's going to have to leave. Give up Day, everything he's worked so hard to give Day, pack up and leave. He's preparing himself to say goodbye, to walk away. But the second Day mentions that he can stay, his entire demeanor changes. It's essentially, 'Ok, I can work with this', in a way very similar to bet era Pat. In a matter of seconds, he's back to how he normally acts with Day, doing his best to make Day feel comfortable again. He's quite obviously shoving down a lot of emotions, which can't be healthy, but he does it anyways, because it's what is needed to get the two of them on the track that eventually leads the two to the end of the race.

[foreverdolly]

Hi, I wanted to say something about those last terrible messages you got of people rushing you/being mad about updates. Take your time love, no rush take all the time you need. This is your blog and should bring you happiness. You shouldn’t have to worry about people getting about updates/fics. I’m so sorry about those terrible people. Sending all the love in the world 💕

hello there, angel!

thank you so so much for your kind words. i've taken some time to myself to breathe and mourn, which has been genuinely beneficial to me and my mental health. life has really not been kind to me over the last few months (my friend passing and then my father), and i don't want that to take away from me writing nor posting. writing has always been a main source of joy for me, and it has led me to finding all of you. so i truly feel blessed!

i also don't want to focus too much on it any more. . . just because this blog has been a reprieve for me. it's good to vent about things, and there's a lot that i want to get off of my chest as far as my dad goes and how utterly depressing the entire process was, but i don't want the doom and gloom to turn people away or potentially trigger them due to their own life experiences.

i'm here to make friends, not make people sad or feel sorry for me (though i truly appreciate all of the kindness and sympathy that has been shown to me since april.)

i want this space to be safe for people. to be able to give back the love that i have received from most of you is my main goal, and i will continue to post as often as i possibly can. writers block will hit, i will get sick, mental health will decline and incline- it's just a part of life. i still intend to write regardless though!

and to those very few people that have messaged me to let me know that they are angry with me because of my lapse in updates: please go ahead and block me. if you cannot show another person that is going through a severely hard time grace then you are not deserving of that same person's hard work. someone that i spent my entire life loving passed away in a very traumatic way. i feel like you can't relate and maybe that is why there's some sort of disconnect. either that or you do not actually value me as a human being. either way- ungratefulness, entitlement and selfishness is not appreciated here.

love love love you guys!

[willowshimmer]

I just started reading "Take back the fortress"

And HOLY FUCK! @medics-secret-shipfic-folder DID YOU SOME SORT OF DRUG IN THIS CAUSE THIS IS SO ADDICTING! IM ALREADY ON CHAPTER NINE AND IT'S GETTING BETTER!

Seriously 10000000/10 fic right there!

[fanaticsnail]

Hey babe, I'd like to apologize in advance, because this was supposed to be just a lil idea but I kept thinking of scenes and, well.....enjoy.

Getting up at 8:00 AM was godawful. You'd think you'd be used to it by now, what with this being your second semester in a row having a morning class, but your body had different plans.

The alarm on your phone rang with a cheerful tone; if you heard it one more time, you were going to put your head through the wall.

Getting up wouldn't have been this bad if you weren't dead tired from the night before. The man you had brought home with you had kept you up far later than your self-imposed "bedtime". Now you were met with an empty bed.

This wasn't too much of a shock. Both you and your roommate-the blond beauty himself, Sanji-were no strangers to bringing home nightly companions. An empty bed in the morning was just as normal as breakfast with your roommate and two complete strangers.

Yes, an empty bed was normal. Waking up at 8 in the morning-as much as you hated it-was normal. What wasn't normal, was the loud, angry shouting echoing from outside your room.

Suddenly on high alert, you crept your way to your room's door and peeked out into the hallway, only to see your roommate in his room across the hall doing the same thing.

The two of you met eachothers eyes with something akin to surprise. A silent question hanging in the air.

If we're both here, who's in the living room?

While your face stayed shocked, Sanji seemed to react quicker. He ducked back into his room before emerging with something in his hands. A wooden training sword he had stolen borrowed from one of his exes.

He held it out to you and you took it, giving him an incredulous look. He just shrugged before both of you stepped into the hallway.

You made your way to the living room together, shoulder to shoulder, ready to strike. You were both expecting danger. Perhaps a break in?

The sight that met the two of you in the living room was arguably more shocking.

You recognized the girl first. You said her name, confused and surprised. What surprised you more was Sanji next to you, addressing the man in your living room, who you realized was none other then your bedmate from last night.

Another look exchanged. Another unsaid question.

You know him/her?

Sanji rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, and jabbed his thumb in the man's direction.

"Christmas," he said with a chuckle.

You laughed and pointed to the girl, no doubt the one Sanji had brought home last night. "New Years," you giggled.

His face broke into grin as he muttered a small 'nice'.

This sentiment was not shared by the two others in the room, however. They turned to eachother with newly renewed fervor, screaming at eachother once more.

You and Sanji watched with morbid curiosity as the two yelled. Learning the two in front of you were, infact, a couple (had been since freshman year) was a shock, for sure.

Sanji shook his head in disbelief, glancing over at you to get your reaction. What he saw had an unfamiliar warmth spreading in his chest.

You were wearing pink slippers, a pair of shorts, and....

"Is that my shirt?" He asked quietly, not wanting the disturb...whatever was currently unfolding in front of you.

You hummed, looking down at the shirt in question. "Yeah, you put it in my pile."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.

You shrugged. "I was just happy you finally did laundry."

Sanji half-nodded, his facial expression understanding, albeit a little flustered. He took another glance at the argument and sighed.

"You wanna get out of here? Coffee?"

"I don't know," you said with a sigh, though you were already making your way to the door and slipping on your shoes. He followed suit and you both slipped out the door.

"How are we going to get coffee like this?" You asked, gesturing to the way the two of you were dresed.

You were in your shorts and oversized shirt, nothing special. But him. He was in nothing but pyjama pants, showing off his chest. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but sneek a peek or two.

He tapped his chin, as if deep in thought, before another beautiful grin split his face. "I have the laundry in my car! We can just wear the old stuff."

You wrinkled your nose. "Won't we smell?" You asked, but he waved you off.

"You keep on of your scent mists in my glove box, remember? We can used that."

You gasped, half playful half surprised, and grabbed his arm. "That's why you smell like cupcakes!"

He laughed and took the arm you were holding and swung it around your shoulders, pulling you close, relishing the way you didn't pull away and instead tucked close.

Maybe one day he would take you out for coffee on a real date. Wake up not across the hall, but next to you, limbs tangled not from sex but simple sleep. Maybe one day.

Bi 4 Bi romance, my beloved. I think i was just possessed. Snail, again, I am so sorry. I haven't done a word count on this and I'm honestly scared to. Also, fun fact, this is technically the first fic I've ever written (only originals till now) so....yay?

-♡♡ lots of love

This is absolutely gorgeous, ♡♡!! It makes me want to play a 'tag, you're it' with fic writing like my beloved tabletop card game "once upon a time..."

I am obsessed with "platonic, bi, and maybe something more" roommates, and this is everything!!! Best part about these two that you've written is they've got the same taste, which is a perfect setup for a poly if they ever do get together 👀.