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vagabond-umlaut · 2 months

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it's easy to ferry souls, not carry them

deep down in the realm of the netherworlds, there exists a rower who transports deceased souls from the land of living to the land of dead-

and occasionally lends an ear and a hand, in the event of yet another collision between their weary queen and her just as cheery suitor...

[uraume deserves a raise.]

▸gojo satoru x fem!reader; the tale of kore!gojo & hades!reader w a guest appearance by charon!uraume; uraume is a very nice parental figure to you [ooc!uraume but ehh]; the reader is honestly so sweet and hot-tempered...; the cutest doggy cerberus too is there!!!!; gojo satoru must be his own warning...; uraume does not like gojo [no parent [blood-related or not] actually wld]; fire hazards; 2k wc

▸ i've nvr read percy jackson and wtv i wrote here is based on my shaky knowledge of greek myths and stuff 😁😁 anyways, this header's from pinterest, these dividers are by @benkeibear and the characters used ain't mine. pls do not plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

▸ belongs to series 'wreaths of asphodel' – same universe as the work 'hey, where is the pomegranate tree?' — but you can treat this as a stand-alone fic if you wanna!

"why is kore so set on marrying me, uraume?"

it isn't the ask itself which causes the rower to nearly lose grip of their oar– but the way it is spoken: soft, solemn and faintly tense. they look away from the endless expanse of the styx before, to find you staring at your reflection in the inky waters, features unnaturally crumpled.

uraume holds back a frown. "has her majesty considered asking the god the same?"

"i have asked him," you mumble, "but i did not receive any conclusive answer in return. the imp was being too vague– must be a trait learnt from those shifty nymphs always sticking to his side."

if your faithful follower detects anything except dislike in your words, they make no mention of it. merely humming as they continue to row the boat, "and may this servant know the question her majesty asked the god?"

"two," you mumble even more clumsily now; they take a beat to grasp it, too concerned by the way you drape yourself over the edge, nearly falling into the water as you say, "i asked him two questions— one, if he loves me; two, if he wants to have children should we get married."

shock must not be uraume's first reaction to these queries, yet it is— and for a moment, it isn't you sitting there anymore.

instead, it is a little girl, no older than seven or eight years, cherubic face fixed in a look of deep concentration and fascination while the rower narrates to her stories from times millennia ago–

only for the child to morph into a young lady– no, goddess– the very next beat... slouched under a regal cloak too heavy for her shoulders, under a royal crown too large for her head... that sweet innocence of childhood nothing but traces now, having been withered by the foul, dirty politics of those damned deities high up on that mountain—

"what answers did the olympian offer her majesty?"

"he said he would love me and sire my children if that is what i want— i asked if he wished anything out of our union— he said all he wanted is to be my husband–"

something between a frustrated sigh and an exhausted scoff erupts from you, becoming an opaque fog the moment it hits the frigid air of the underworld. uraume plucks the oar out the water to come sit next to you, letting the boat be driven by magic.

"you're worried," they state, forgoing all formalities in favour of giving you some much-needed comfort. you never much cared for stations anyways, quite unlike your elder brother, the former king.

"an unfamiliar friend poses more risk than a familiar enemy, uraume," you mutter, resting your head on their shoulder, "why do you think kore wishes to marry me so much, if not out of love or the prospect of the powerful offsprings we might beget?"

"marriage is not solely for love or for procreation," the rower starts to explain, mildly amused before it grows into sympathy at your baffled expression.

ah, they muse fondly, not unlike a parent watching their child witness the world seemingly the first time ever since they learnt to walk, you who presides over something as profound as death yet knows not of the trivialities of life...

"it can also be for many other reasons like–"

the remainder of the words skitter away from uraume— cerberus is playing with gojo.

the fierce guard of the netherworlds, the three-headed hound, loyal and dutiful to a fault: hades' dearest canine companion is frolicking with the god of life in a green meadow, that most certainly was not there so close to the stygian marsh, when they last—

"gojo is laughing," your remark draws them away from their musings, only to find a changed shadow over your countenance— pensive yet not thinking at all; almost as if you too are floating in the stale air of your kingdom akin the soft flower petals...

another ring of raucous laughter pierces the silence, mingled with a delighted series of barks— cerberus is busy licking gojo's face now, the olympian reduced to a puddle of giggles as he scratches behind the dog's ears.

his happiness so clear in the stretch of his grin and the crinkle of his eyes, very much the jarring contrast to the last time—

oh. oh, oh, oh–

"escape," the word leaves uraume in a sudden moment of realisation, as quiet as a breath but loud enough for you to whip your head back to face them, confusion engraved into your scowl. "escape?? what is that supposed to mean, eh?"

the rower feels their lips lift into an infrequent smile. "the god of life wishes to marry you to escape— from his mother, or from his many suitors, or perhaps from mount olympus itself."

"wha– how– hah," you breathe out a disbelieving little huff, "that is simply ridiculous. have you even heard yourself? that is ridiculous."

used to such resistance from yourself, even more from your brother, they move to state their points, only to beaten by you as you persist to speak.

"no one in their right mind will decide to come live in the underworld, no matter how overbearing their mother or insistent their suitors are. have you seen this place? it's too, too unlike the lushness of the earth or the grandeur of the heavens he has experienced. and–" you add, a harsh laugh accompanying it. "gojo satoru is a god. a fish might leave the water— but a god never steps a voluntary foot down that horrible mountain. never."

"but the olympian never truly lived on mount olympus," uraume says once they're sure you've completed your tirade, "and you are a goddess as well. why do you speak so ill of the heavens then?"

"why?" you echo the word. they nod, hoping you take the bait they've intended for you. you do.

"why, because that place is nothing but a shining apple with a rotten core!! everything is polished marble and glittering gold there. people constantly wave at each other, lavishing smiles and praises like there is no tomorrow. everything is so warm and bright— what a bunch of lies and liars!"

familiar fire burns in your aura, the immense heat making the waters erupt into boiling— uraume uses their powers to cool the river down, lest anything disturbs you.

you're too far gone in your rage to be shaken, however, continuing:

"but it never can hide the grime and dirt accrued beneath such shine and sheen. nor the vicious minds and crooked hearts of those deities up above– what lame excuses of gods and goddesses, hah. and you might think me to prefer the light and warmth up there— you will be sorely wrong, my dear uraume!! i much prefer the genuine darkness and frigidity of my beloved kingdom to the faux comfort of the awful mount olympus—"

"is there no possibility the god of life too despises mount olympus for these same reasons, milady?"

you open your mouth and close it, then open it again to let out a very aggrieved whine– momentarily transporting uraume to your younger days. the rower merely chuckles when you punch their arm lightly.

"you're the worst, uraume," you cry, getting up and moving to sit on the other end of the boat. the rower too rises but only to resume rowing the boat by the oar.

"you never spoke this way when sukuna was the ruler— only because his baby sister is the ruler now, and you think she is very stupid—"

"as much as i respect and revere lord sukuna, he wasn't one to listen to anyone else," uraume interrupts gently, "you do, though– which is why i spent so much time telling you this. i hope you did not mind."

"hey, no," you immediately wave away their concern with a wide grin, eliciting a smaller one from the latter, "i could never..."

another peal of laughter and barks rings through the otherwise-quiet. you abruptly trail off, the same conflicting expression from before on your face yet again. though not without a spark in your eyes, uraume notes, almost as if you're slowly learning how to solve the puzzle who is repeatedly offering himself to you.

uraume keeps the silence you initiate, choosing to row the boat while you keep staring at the assortment of hues near the stygian marsh...

until you call their name and declare, an odd firmness in your smile, "well then, it is decided. i shall allow gojo to stay here for as long as the god so wishes to, escaping whatever or whoever he is escaping. and i shall protect him from the latter, should it ever come for him."

a beat. your smile falls into something graver. "would it be better if i swore by the dread water of styx, uraume?"

"uh, um," the rower finds themselves at a loss of words, the first time in seemingly forever, and they have been around since titanomachy– but before they can recover themselves enough to formulate a proper reply, a giggly voice joins in—

"well, if my rose does that, i would consider myself the most blessed amongst all mortals and immortals!"

— and the waters surrounding the boat shoot upwards in a scathing geyser-like jet and steam— the ferocious queen of the netherworlds visibly torn between remorse and terror, as they offer uraume a stiff nod and gojo a horrified look, before vanishing in a wisp of fog.

the boiling waters of the river styx calm down only after a twenty-minute-long struggle by uraume, joined at the very end by gojo.

the latter looks positively delighted, when the former collapses to the bottom of the boat, exhausted beyond belief. "hey, charon. was that a result of your queen getting flustered by me, huh?"

yes, it was. it very much was, the sentences nearly slip past the tired rower's crumbling defences... until it hits them– who they serve, and who they don't.

uraume decides to throw back a glare and a lie. "her majesty was not flustered, lord kore. she was enraged at how you invaded the privacy of her weekly boat ride, intended to make her relax."

"oh, puh-lease," the god makes a face. the rower is certain he would have been punished in the pits of tartarus for all eternity, then some more were he to pursue you this way during your brother's reign, let alone disrespect you thus.

ignorant and insolent, he continues, "in few days time, i'll be allowed into the privacy of her living quarters; what is the privacy of her boat th—"

"you're lucky you did not make such outrageous remarks in front of the queen," uraume cuts him off, none too kindly nor gently, "if you did, her majesty would have certainly burnt you along with the boat to a crisp–"

"i know," comes the defeated reply within the instant. and while gojo is still not in uraume's good graces, the latter decides to notch him a level higher, considering the god of life accepts their queen's powers.

not many do.

he strikes a pathetically pitiful figure, uraume reckons, seeing him sit then slouch on the bench. "was she serious when she said she would protect me?"

your loyal subject nods, certain and solemn. "yes, she was. the queen is never careless when it comes to making promises."

"oh, that's reassuring," gojo says quietly— only to recline even further in the very next beat– an anguished, grating wail tearing from him to the stifling silence looming near the stygian marsh. uraume wonders if it is worth it to steer the boat towards acheron... then push him into its waters of woe...

they decide against it on catching the desperation worn by the god.

for all it is, it might nothing more than a ploy. yet something tugs at their mind to pause and listen when gojo howls, "why does my rose always scurry away after tilting my world on its axis? why does your queen always torment me like this, charon?"

uraume stares pensively at their face in the sacred waters of styx for a while. then heaves a mighty sigh.

certain, this exchange between the goddess of the dead and the god of life will impact not only your and gojo's respective worlds— but the general world and everyone else in it, as well.

did you know, in the actual greek myths, persephone was never called so before her marriage to hades? she got it only after, w the name meaning "bringer of death". her initial name was kore, referring to her being a maiden & the spring goddess.

the river styx was called the "dread river of oath" by homer– in both the iliad and the odyssey [greek epic poems], swearing by its waters is the "greatest and most dread oath for the blessed gods" -> this shows how serious the reader is towards ensuring gojo's safety and freedom, and how deeply this affects gojo as well [source: wiki 😇]

also: the reader is totally ready to jump into the water to swim away when she realises gojo was listening in on her conversations- but then she remembers she can js vanish away and so she does js tht— the queen of the underworld, and of escaping, hehe

also also: the reader is slightly jealous when she is talking of the shifty nymphs always sticking to gojo's side. [uraume identifies it; you think it is js your usual dislike to such frivolous things and ppl as flowers and nymphs etc.] [hades is emo imho 😊]

▸ masterlist

#gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x you #satoru x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #kit posts 📝

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urfavnegronerd · 9 months

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agape- nicholas britell

summary: miles is takin down ur braids

published: july 27, 2023

warnings: Grammarly hates me, the patriarchy, a dash of toxic masculinity, miles being a product of that grrah grah boom type masculinity, aave (no im not translating shit for you yall got access to urban dictionary and its not really a warning), i edited it myself so lmk if there are any mistakes

sueñito- little dream, bonito- handsome/ pretty boy, no me importa- i don't care/ it's not important to me

w/c: 1.5 k

reader's black coded cus im black so deal w it <3

i think this something every black boy be needin deep down

“Stop movin, ma”

“It’s knotty,”

“You had these in for how long?”

Silence.

“There's your answer right there, mama,”

“Sorry,”

“Nun to be sorry for, just hold still,”

Currently sitting on the bathroom floor criss-cross apple sauce, Miles was sitting on the toilet, your head between his knees, while he was taking down the frizzy lemonade braids that barely hugged your scalp anymore.

“Miles?”

He hums in response, rat tail comb in one hand, a tub of coconut oil in the other, threading the tail of the comb through the extensions down your back

“You’re the prettiest boy in all of Brooklyn,”

“Shut up”

“Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,”

“Nuh-uh,”

“Fuck you mean ‘nuh uh’? The little freckles all over your cheeks? Cutest things I’ve ever seen, especially how they’re all slightly different shades, like lil polka dots all over your face, gives me a map a’ where to kiss. The little tiny dimple on the left side of your face? Adorable, 10/10, no notes. Also very kissable." He's still now, staring at the back of your head, using bundles strewn over his shoulder, mouth agape. “Them thick and long ass eyelashes? I could stare at ‘em all day, they look like teeny tiny butterfly wings when you rest your eyes.”

“Shut up,” he whispers, still unmoving, the little dab of coconut oil on his fingers slowly dribbling down his wrist

“Your mind pretty as hell, too, I like listening to what you have to hear when you let me,” you mumble, pressing tiny kisses into his cargo pant–clad kneecap.

“Stop doin that shit, ma”

“What?”

“Talkin all crazy like that,”

“I’m not talkin crazy, miles I’m being honest,”

“You makin me out to be some weak ass lil boy,”

“Miles.” you turn around abruptly, staring at him dead in the eye. “I’m jus being honest wit you. What's going on?”

“It’s nothin, ma, turn around”

“Sueñito. Lemme know what's up,”

“It’s nothin,”

You huff, turning around to face the bottom of the sink again. Silence bellows throughout the bathroom, Miles rubbing oil on your braids to detangle them to later drag the comb in once again and throw the discarded hair extension over his shoulder. The only sound between the two of you is the Marvin Gaye spinning on the record player, rooms away, dull basslines thrumming through the apartment.

“Ion like this,”

“What?”

“Whatever jus happened, we talk about what's bothering us,”

“Ain't nothin botherin me, ma,”

“Then why you start buggin' the second I get to complimenting you?”

“Cus ian wit all that girly shit,”

“Fuck you mean girly shit, I’m jus tryna love up on you Miles,” your nostrils flare as you stare ahead of you.

“Baby, I’m all for that but–”

“Miles, did someone tell you boys can't get that?”

A silence.

“Baby.”

“What?”

“Jus cus you a boy dont mean you don't deserve love,”

“Aint nobody say allat–”

“Shut up Ian done,” you say, swiftly turning around and snagging the oil and comb from his hand “jus cus you a boy doesn't mean you don't deserve to feel shit miles. Ion know what it was like wit your last girl, but Ian her. Okay? You allowed to be a person wimme, you know that right?”

“Ma–”

“Shut up I still ain't done yet. Miles I’m real, I’m right here. real like you, I promise you I’m not goin nowhere right now,”

“You done?”

“Yeah,”

“C’mere,” he motions to his lap, taking the comb and oil out of your hands and setting them on the tiled floor, laying out the discarded bundles.

“ ‘s oil all up on my hands”

“No me importa ma, come up on here,”

Obeying and wiping the excess coconut oil off your hand, you do. Straddling his lap, and looking into his eyes, examining the twinge of sadness in his eyes.

“Talk to me, mama,”

“I want you to know that you deserve love and that you’re allowed to feel some typa way. I want you to talk to me, Miles. I care about you so much and I wanna make sure you’re good. I love hearing you talk, but Ion like havin to beg you to talk to me. I love jus bein in your presence, but I hate feelin like that Miles. I don’t know who told you whatever's going through your head right now but they dead wrong. I wanna know how you be feelin, I wanna know.”

“Why you even talk like this to me?”

“Cus I’m your girl, n I like to kiss up on you and love all up on you,”

At this, he averts his eyes, trying to escape your gaze, his breath audibly speeding up.

“Mm mm, don't do that Miles. Please breathe,”

You plead, subconsciously pressing your middle three fingers under his jaw trying to measure his heart rate. Almost as a reflex to hide from you, he shrugs your hand away from under his jaw and pulls his hoodie over his mouth.

“Nah nah, don't hide from me neither,”

“Ain’t nobody hidin from you,”

“Jus cus you a boy don’t mean you don't deserve them random ass cuddles, or someone to tie up your durag or wash your hair. It don’t mean you shouldn't get flowers or hugs or them lil hickies behind your ear. Don't mean you not allowed to be sad or mad or wanna cry. Now Ion know who told you or made you feel that way but they dead wrong Miles. You allowed to feel with me,”

“Ian some lil boy runnin around though, that shit ain't for me,”

“If you wasn't supposed to feel and acknowledge your feelings, why would you be able to feel them? They there for a reason,”

Still straddled on his lap, he looks up at you with the tiny leverage you have on him. His eyes are big and doe-like, almost as if he’s scared to make this next step, say this next sentence.”

“Ion know why,” he mumbles, voice soft and scared. suddenly he’s kissin up on you, gripping anything he can get his hands on, like he’s making up for lost time, lost feelings. It's urgent and a little rough, though his lips are soft and velvety, a twinge of menthol chapstick on them.

“Yo yo yo, slow down. Ian goin nowhere” you whisper into his mouth, nails gently raking across his neck “ ‘m right here Miles, see?” you ask, guiding his hands to feel on the left side of your chest, right above your heart. “ ‘s my heart under there, I'm right here okay? I’m real, Miles I swear,”

“You’re real?” he whispers, breath shaky and uneven fisting the thin fabric of your camisole under the evergreen zip-up, in an attempt to feel more of your heart.

“You allowed to feel your feelings the same way you feel my heart,”

He still looks astonished, scared, and frozen. suddenly it wasn’t him you were talking to anymore. it was the scared little Brooklyn boy who had all these feelings stored away inside him, unsure of what to do or who to show them to.

“ ‘m sitting right here miles. I’m your girl, okay? This is real, and you are real,”

“I’m real?” tears begin to swim in his eyes.

“You’re real miles. and those feelings in that big heart of yours? Those are real too. And if you let me, I wanna hear all of 'em.”

His body stills once more against you, a small tear gliding down his cheek.

“I love you,”

And then he’s sobbing.

“Sshh, hey it's okay” you whisper, holding him close to your chest. “I love you so much I can’t hardly breathe when I'm around you. It’s okay and you're okay, Miles. I’m real and this is real and you. You are real.” you mumble into his braids, holding him with the protectiveness of a mother with a small child.

He just sat there, his head buried in your chest as he cried quietly, letting everything out. You just sat and let him cry and vent through his tears. All the things he had bottled up, discouraged to show to anyone. Sooner or later the tears slow to a stop, his face puffy and hot.

Gently tugging the ends of his braids, he looks up at you.

“You feel better sueñito?” you ask, dragging the cuff of your sweater to dry his face and pressing butterfly kisses to his cheeks in its wake. He did nothing but nod lazily, seemingly lighter, and nuzzling his face into your chest.

“Lemme finish wiping up your face n then you can be all up on me, bonito, okay?

He just nodded, dropping his head back to rest against the bathroom wall, the half-taken-out braids on your scalp no longer th task at hand. Reaching behind him you grab a baby wipe and swipe the tears and snot off his face, leaving his skin with a glossy finish. Holding his chin up, you look dead in his eyes.

“You so beautiful Miles.”

And this time, he nods.

🩷 reblogs are always appreciated for reach <3

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tojigasm · 11 months

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Thinking about how good of an older brother Toji would be <3

Older brother toji that babysits you while your parents are out.

He sits on the couch while you finish your homework on the carpeted floor.

Flat on your tummy as you watch TV, and your hand trailing aimlessly over the page from your workbook.

You think you're secretive; positioned so that it appears you're working and your eyes trained on the cartoon ponies on the screen.

Toji's not stupid.

"Whatcha' workin' on, kid?"

His voice jolts you, and you drop your head down to your book, immediately scribbling down a few random answers.

"Homework." You mumble, kicking both feet in the air nervously.

Toji hums from behind you, and you relax in a quiet sigh of relief.

You hadn't been caught.

Toji wasn't one to snitch on you. Not that he ever was. But you idolized him in a way. You loved spending time with him, whether it was him picking you up from school, taking you to the park, or even just introducing you to his friends when they came over.

Suddenly, the channel changes on the TV, and you whip around to meet him.

"Hey!" You sit up, "I was watching that!"

Toji falls back into the couch with a heavy laugh, a hand thrown over his chest.

You pout, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Got you!" Toji pushes at your shoulder.

—

Older brother Toji who keeps you in his lap when he and his friends go out for ice cream.

He spoon feeds you smaller scoops of his cup, smoothing a big hand up and down your back as you giggle excitedly.

Toji adores you. A warm smile soft on his rough features as he listens to you talk about your day at school.

"Ain't she the cutest?" Toji feeds you another spoonful, and his friends nod.

"Oh yeah," Gojo comments, and you can feel your older brother sigh and sink into the rubbery chair with annoyance.

"Too cute to be related to you. She's gotta be adopted!" The older boy cackles before cutting himself off with a rough grunt followed by Toji kicking him from under the table.

"Toji?" Your mouth stained blue with ice cream.

Toji nods, grabbing a bunch of napkins. "Hm?" He hums, wiping your cheeks.

"What's adopted?"

Your older brothers silver eyes narrow at the snow haired boy across from you before he meets your own again. "Don't worry about it, kid." He shakes his head.

—

Older brother Toji, who, when he's reading, let's you climb all over him.

He's hidden away in the den while he reads, in the quiet of the house and the warmth of the chimney.

"Tojiiiii!" You sing, bouncing about the rooms in search of your older half.

He sings back a teased "Yessss?"

When you find him, he's lied back lengthwise against the cushions, legs relaxed over the arm of the couch.

You waste no time scrambling over to him before tapping his shoulder excitedly, giggling, and jumping in your place.

"What's the magic word?" He peers at you.

"Please!"

Toji nods before motioning for you to climb onto his legs.

As you do, you settle your chest onto the flats of his socked feet, letting him lift you up into the air.

You squeal excitedly, giggling and cheering as he gently rocks you back and forth before dropping both legs softly to let you slip down to the floor.

"Toji train is over." He says before turning another page of his book.

—

Older brother Toji who gives you impromptu lessons on how to ride a skateboard after he's grown out of his old one.

He keeps you steady, letting your small hands hold onto his bulky arms as he guides you along the road.

"See?" He preens, smiling down at you, "you're doin' great, kid!"

Filled with so much excitement, you giggle and bounce about some, and in the midst of his encouragement, he lets you go, letting you gently move on your own.

He follows beside you for a while, making sure to steady you here and there.

"You're a natural," he pushes you forward softly, "don't even need me here."

Once you're more confident, you're circling around him and able to make your way up and down your cul-de-sac in glee.

"Toji?" You call from down the road away.

"Yeah?" He calls back, arms crossed over his chest.

"Will you ride with me?" You call back, slowly making your way over to him.

Toji smiles at that.

—

Older brother Toji comforts you when your first boyfriend breaks up with you, and it seems like your heart's been shattered into two.

And it's hurting your sixteen year old heart so bad and so deeply that you just don't think you'll be able to go on.

Especially not when your eyes are swollen for crying for the past two and a half hours over your long-lasting relationship of a week.

Your throat hurts from sobbing into your pillow, and your heads begun to seep into a sharp headache that pounds and pulses against your skull.

A knock sounds from your door, and you sniffle a broken "who is it?"

"S' Toji, kid."

You don't say anything and let yourself roll onto your back to stare up at your ceiling — a scattered mess of colors and scribbles that a much younger teenage Toji had convinced you to aid him in while you were only starting kindergarten and found joy in destroying and marking up anything and everything.

The bed dips next to you.

"Y'okay?" He asks. And though you can't see him, you can hear his expression; furrowed brows and a soft frown.

Your head lolls to the side and you can only meet his eyes for a moment before you realize he's holding a stuffed toy of your favorite animal and a box full of candies and youre suddenly sobbing again.

Curling in on yourself and digging into your bed.

Toji sighs and places the treats and toy onto your desk before making his way back over to you.

He crawls over your bed to turn you over gently, cuddling you against his chest.

"Just take some deep breaths fr'me," he runs a hand up and down your back comfortingly, "I know, I know."

"Why are boys so mean?" You sob, wiping away at your raw cheeks.

"'Cus they're stupid." He cups a hand to your forehead, gently pressing against your temples to ease at the tight tension.

There's a gentle quiet that settles into your room, one that washes over you and relaxes you in his hold.

And there's a long while of quiet before your cries dribble into softer sniffles that Toji takes a breath behind you.

"Y'done being sad now?"

You nod.

"Okay, good, 'cus I've got this huge box of candy, and there's no way I can finish it all myself."

—

Older brother Toji, who lets you practice makeup on him when your parents get you makeup kits and pallets for your birthday.

"Careful!" Toji hisses from beneath you.

You've got him stuck in his office chair, his hair pushed back under a headband, and baking powder setting against his skin.

"Sorry," you mumble through a tease, going back to sharpen the line on his winged liner.

"You're gonna fuckin' poke my eye out with that shit." He pushes your hand away to look into the mirror set up on the desk next to you.

You roll your eyes before grabbing his jaw to turn him back to you. "No, I'm not. Stop being dramatic."

Silver eyes narrow at you, and he hums shortly.

#toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #toji #jjk #fushiguro toji #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fushiguro #toji fluff #toji x reader fluff #toji fushiguro fluff #toji fushiguro x reader fluff

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kairiscorner · 7 months

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˗ˏˋ ✮ kairi's AUtober !

day 5: bad boy miguel o'hara

dedicated to my (platonic) pangga @smokeywhalee 💗💗💗

"what?"

his raspy voice caught your attention and snapped you out of your daze as you seemingly stared at him from across the table. you cleared your throat and gently bit at your upper lip involuntarily, shifting in your seat and sweating up a storm, you couldn't believe your friend hooked you up with... this kind of guy. his name was miguel, miguel o'hara; he was your friend's brother's... 'friend'. he seemed pretty distant from them, though, when he caught your eye at their party last time and saw him just hanging around by a corner, texting on his phone with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and his sunglasses clinging onto his chiseled face.

he wore such dark clothing, the kind that makes you wonder if he ever had an emo phase; but then again, his demeanor doesn't give him the vibe of an 'emo', nor of a 'punk' kind of guy, for that matter. he sighed when you didn't answer and shuffled his hand in his pocket for his crumpled up pack of cigarettes. he pulled out his dark blue and red accented lighter and put a cigarette in his mouth; lighting the stick of rolled up tobacco and inhaling the smoke coming from it.

"h-hey..." you began, trying to sound stern, but ended up sounding meeker, sounding... cuter. miguel raised an eyebrow at you. "what, again?" he asked you, not taking the cigarette out of his mouth, even though the waiters and waitresses in the diner began to eye him carefully, thinking of kicking him out of the establishment. you furrowed your eyebrows and tried to reach for the cigarette, but stopped midway and retreated and merely sighed. "this is a public establishment, you aren't allowed to smoke in here." you warned him. he nodded slowly and took his cigarette out of his mouth and blew a puff of tobacco smoke in your face. "yeah, i know. but do i look like i give a fuck?"

you groaned. "you're an ass." "and you're a goodie two shoes." he threw back at you, making you roll your eyes in sarcasm. "i can't believe my friend set me up with such... a man like you." he chuckled at your little complaint. "'a man like me'... gee, what does that mean?" he asked you with an intrigued smile on his face. he extinguished the cigarette on the table and leaned in a little closer to you. "it means you're a good for nothing rule breaker." you hissed at him, making him fake offense and sigh. "i prefer the term bohemian, i don't let rules define my individuality, cariño. rules are... a choice to follow, y'know? and it's your choice to follow them..." he said as he looked into you with his daring brown eyes and slightly smirked at you. "...but it sure as hell ain't my choice."

you sighed and placed your face in your palms. "why did i even agree to go out with you...?" you asked yourself as miguel shrugged. "beats me, it's your own freedom to go and not to go." he told you as you exhaled deeply. you heard the shuffling of fabric against the couch's leather and felt a couple of fingers under your chin. your wrists were gripped softly and pulled away from your face, and your chin was turned gradually to face the man. "...but i'm pretty damn lucky you did, no?" he asked you as he chuckled and brought his face even closer to you. "i gotta say, for a prissy little thing, you're quite adorable. i'll behave for today, or try to, at least; and you can just... keep being the cutest little thing and berate me for all my shit, yeah? such a cute little thing like you... could berate me forever and i'd still like you." he told you as he pulled away from you and got back to his original spot, putting his feet up on the table, making you grumble, yet still stay all flustered at the close proximity between you two just seconds ago.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

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jungle-angel · 1 month

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A Cowboy By Any Other Name (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Even in adulthood, Rhett still has the most adorable nickname you've ever heard

Warnings: Mentions of adoptions, plans to start a family etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @callmemana @attapullman @sebsxphia @bradleybeachbabe

It was one of those Sunday mornings in early spring where you and Rhett had slept deeply, exhausted from the night before and too tired to have switched into your pjs. Amy had crawled in between you, snuggled in the curve of Rhett's elbow with her little Tiger Lily ragdoll Wes and Nora had made for her. The sun had come streaming through the windows of your shared bedroom, shining right onto your faces as Rhett's eyes fluttered open.

He kissed Amy's head before tossing aside the covers to get up, coming over to kiss you before heading downstairs, drawn in by the smell of Cecelia making breakfast for everybody and the hot coffee percolating into the pot.

"Ah first one up I see," she chuckled.

"M'still fuckin tired Ma," Rhett groaned before kissing his mother on the cheek.

"Long night?"

"Like ya'll wouldn't believe," Rhett answered. "First classes and then a ride after."

"Tell me that was your last one."

"Last one, for good this time," Rhett told her. "I ain't gettin banged up anymore."

"Well, I'm glad ya'll did," Cecelia said, cracking a few eggs in the cast iron pan. "Amy needs you and so doesn't (y/n)."

Rhett knew she was right. Amy was still little and desperately needed him around and although you were fairly independent, you needed Rhett just as badly as he needed you. The last time he had gotten banged up from a bull ride had been the week before Amy was born, landing him in the hospital for a week only to return home with his arm in a sling and heavy duty meds for the days after. Thank God he had gotten the woodworking teacher job at the Amelia County Steiner School when he did. It had been a literal lifesaver.

Rhett poured himself some of the fresh steaming coffee into his mug with a little milk from the fridge before you had come downstairs, still heavy headed and groggy.

"Why don't ya'll go back to bed?" Rhett chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Didn't wanna sleep so late," you yawned.

"Sorry to tell you Grumpy," Cecelia said. "But it looks like ya'll are gonna be sharing that coffee."

"Grumpy?" you laughed.

"Rhett bit his lip. "My um.......my nickname."

"Oh my God!" you exclaimed. "That's adorable, how did that one stick?"

"When Rhett was a baby, he'd get all pouty and bore an odd resemblance to Grumpy in Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs," Cecelia explained.

"Aw c'mon Ma," Rhett groaned.

"Oh my God I need to see this!" you said excitedly.

"Oh hold on one sec honey," your mother-in-law laughed.

You and Cecelia went to the credenza in the dining room where she kept all the family photo albums, pulling out a picture of Rhett at three years old with a pouty look on his face.

"Ma what the hell?!" Rhett blurted out.

"Awww look at you and your cute little pouty face," you teased.

Rhett tried to swipe the picture out of your hand but to no avail. When his father came into the dining room, it got ten times worse.

"Hey sugar pea!" Royal called, "Ya'll seen my watch?"

"Fell off the nightstand again," Cecelia answered, holding it up for him.

"Thanks honey," Royal said before he kissed her. "Oh......oh hey now, got the pics?"

"Yeah and I found one of Grumpy with his little pouty face," Cecelia laughed.

"Oh look here's a good one," Royal said as a shit eating grin crawled across his face. "Remember this?"

A laugh escaped your throat as Rhett turned redder than a freshly pulled beet.

"Oh my God I remember that one!" Cecelia exclaimed. "Rhett couldn't have been more than a year old and he went runnin naked through the backyard sprinkler."

"Full moon too!" you blurted out. "You had the cutest lil baby butt ever!"

"DAD PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME!!!"

Royal quickly handed off the photo to you before you bolted up the stairs with Rhett hot at your heels, the two of you laughing as he chased you down, pinning you against the wall outside his parents' bedroom.

"You do know Amy's still asleep," you informed him.

"Then gimme the pics."

You two laughed and giggled before Rhett leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. You wrapped your arms around him before kissing him again.

"Love you sweetheart," he mumbled.

"Love you too Grumpy," you chuckled.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #royal x cecelia abbott #outer range

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billkaulitzwife · 10 months

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The Outsiders Relationship Needs

Ponyboy / Physical and Verbal Romance / Physical Touch

Pony is definitely a man of praise

Darry putting all the pressure on him to get good grades

he def needs a few hugs and assurance.

No emotional because all that shi doesnt happen in my dr so shut up.

He loves hugs and kisses

snuggles

nose boops

head butts

anything.

He loves being touched in someway.

Like laying together listening to Elvis and The Beatles

he loves hearing your heart beat when he's laying on you.

He loves holding hands and running in fields together.

Pony is such a stinker tho

"Give me your hand, Y/N."

"Not right now, hun. They're sweaty."

-grabs your hand while you're distracted-

Pony seriously is the type of guy to like ...

idk how to describe it, but

if you told him "I love you so much."

and played with his hair

he would melt.

Johnny / Emotional & Verbal Romance / Words of Affirmation

"Ah man, I'm doin' horrible."

"No, Johnnycakes, you're doin' amazin'."

He would start crying.

If you wiped Johnny's tears and comforted him he would be a popsicle on july 4th.

Johnny is definitely the guy to ask someone why they're cryin and they wldnt answer and he'd be reminded of his childhood and immediately go to you.

"Johnny, baby, what's wrong?"

and he would just cry.

The moment he noticed you were fine with him crying and gettin upset at random times was the moment he started falling.

He's a sweet boy, but had too much put on him.

Johnny once told you (when he was black out tired) that he wanted kids so he could give them the childhood he never had.

He still smells like orange peels.

If you play with Johnny's hair while holding him close, he would calm down and melt in your arms.

If you washed his hair for him and told him he was so brave for trusting you, he'd smile wide and his face would slowly light up.

Let him vent to you and Dallas and Addie will immediately trust you.

"Hey, Dally, look at them."

"Huh? Oh. Yeah they ain't hurtin' him."

play Beautiful Boy and he will start crying.

Dally / Emotional, Verbal, and Sexual Romance / Words of Affirmation

Dallas is the kinda guy to go to you for some random reason.

Holding out his St. Christopher: "Hey, doll, look. I fixed it."

"Oh, good job, Dal!"

His expression would soften and he'd immediately pick you up in a hug.

Let him talk to you about New York or his father and let him cry into you.

From that moment on

he is all yours.

He once cried into Sodapop one night

all because he was under too much pressure,

and nobody ever said anything about it.

No one talks about anyone's problems to anyone, especially Dally's or Johnny's.

Dallas would sexualise himself to let out all that grief from childhood.

And the moment you told him

he doesn't need to be sexual to be respected or to be validated

was the moment he handed over his St. Christopher.

He feels he has to sexualise himself

just because he needs that validation.

But he soon figured out it comes in different forms.

"Dallas Tucker. You are so brave and you deserve to be loved, not whatever it is you're doing."

"...what are you doin' to me, man.."

as a single tear runs down his cheek

Sodapop / Physical Romance / Gifts and Quality Time

"Y/N, can we cuddle and watch a movie?"

"Of course! But first I got you something!"

He perks up like a puppy and his eyes always go wide in realisation.

Sodapop loves presents

when Christmas comes along, there is always presents for everyone that say

"to: johnny/darry; From Soda!!", "to: addie and dallas; From poppy<3", "too: steve /two-bit; frum: papi soda", "to: ponyboy michael curtis; from addie and sodapop<3"

always.

from.

soda.

he buys you the cutest things like

bouquets and stuffed animals

but he once bought ponyboy a stick of butter cuz he got his hand stuck in a jar once.

he loves holidays spent with the gang.

christmas huddled at the curtis's, halloween trick-or-treating, valentine's day with stevie, easter egg hunts (when yall were tiny), etc.

He'd so cry when you had to work and he wanted to hang out.

Sodapop loved spending time with addie and pony when they were little, but they grew up too fast, so he spends time with you because you're what he loves most

THIRD NEXT TO STEVE.

Two-Bit / Sexual & Emotional Romance / Acts of Service

Keith doesn't understand the value he has in the group.

Nobody would laugh without him,

nobody would go to the movies without him, etc.

He doesn't understand self-worth so he finds that in sex.

i mean its his third year as a junior.

he once asked addie why she was so down one day

and she just cried.

they both just sat and talked like brother and sister

(cuz the curtis boys forgot she wasnt in the car to go to the movies).

He loves it when people take his feelings into consideration.

Like when he sees "to 2bit frum sodopap"

(sodas handwriting is shit)

he loves it.

Feeling valued and like he matters

makes him happy.

Two-Bit is probably the most puppiest of them all.

once you have him in your grasp

tell eachother about your emotions

and your past...

AND HE IS

ON HIS DEATHBED

(no offense johnny)

ask for his jacket once in awhile and he'll hand it over, he loves being kind

sometimes he'll give change to homeless people on the street just because he feels like it.

he once gave you his whole wallet to prove his love for you.

Steve / Verbal Romance / Words of Affirmation and Quality Time

"Stevie, you know you're so much more than your weight or your muscles."

and hes over here snot crying in fetal position.

hes head over heels for you and if you watch a movie with him and tell him hes so pretty or sum

he'll give you the moon.

Soda rn: damn. someone took my bitch.

Steve is the typa guy to want to spend time with you but not want to ask to or sum

THEN HE GETS PISSED???

LIKE... YOU DIDNT ASK YOU SHLDNT BE UPSET

But you comfort him anyways and push him out of that

He's such a sucker for you

like kiss him after the rumble

and tell him he looks tuff with his tooth missing

Darry / Physical Romance / Words of Affirmation

Cuddles.

Darrell loves cuddles.

Lay on his chest and tell him he's pretty

please he'll do anything.

Darry is def a guy to like

get down in the dumps

but

when you come along

"Hey Handsome"

HE WILL SMILEEEE

just ask him abt his day

let him cry in your arms.

hed be so in love that when he proposes

its a candlelit area at the park

and there are roses lined up like a heart.

Addie / Emotional and Physical Romance / Words of Affirmation and Gifts

If anything happened to her you gotta tell her its not her fault.

Tell her that and she will cry even harder but in a good way.

She loves gifts.

Sodapop spoils her on her birthday every single year

means you gotta Step up yo game bitch.

Listen to her

get her something shes mentioned she wanted and she is

AHAHAHA GET TEARS FOR FEARSED.

but addie isnt much of a Touch Person.

she doesnt care for hugs unless she needs one shes ok with kisses and hates holding hands or being touched on her waist and neck.

but if you wanna show affection

ask bout her day and what not

shes a lot like darry mixed with soda.

ik what I said last night so this is my last post for awhile. ich liebe dich Leute.

#darry curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #the outsiders 1983 #two bit mathews #dallas winston #the outsiders headcanons #johnny cade headcanons #ponyboy headcanons #darry headcanons #dallas headcanons #addie curtis #addie headcanons #steve randle headcanons #twobit headcanons #sodapop headcanons #Spotify

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crabonfire · 10 months

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heya! could u do scout (or all the mercs if you can) x gyaru!reader hcs :o? like everyone suspects [merc] to have a badass s/o cuz their also so badass but in reality their all glammed up and lookin like their goin to a beach party 😭 thanks! and if you don’t want to do the req/can’t do it no problem! ^_^

Scout's Gyaru! Partner!!

character: scout (mercs are barely involved)

note: this cute asf I had to do it lol 😭

The other mercs are involved a bit

I made the S/O super cheery and a little aggresive but that's just cause idk I think its funny LOL

Gender ain't specified but they act more femininely!! love me feminine ppl 😚

warnings: none

♡Scout♡

• Ever since Scout started to date you, from the way he described you as "Cool, confident and badass" they expected somebody who actually fit the description.

• The men didn't care about it at first. He'd babble on about you randomly in conversation, and automatically, they'd groan and try to change the topic.

• And from the way he'd always do what you told him when you two called over the phone, they assumed you were somebody stricter than he was.

• So they were a little shocked to find somebody with dashing makeup, long painted acrylics with the most glamorous, pastel colored outfit they've ever seen. Your hair was dyed brightly in certain areas, you carried a purse embedded with pearls and cute pins...you were the OPPOSITE of what they were thinking of.

"Oh! Are you Engineer? Jeremy's told me all about you!"

"...Yes-"

"About Jeremy, have you seen him? He was supposed to come with me to a party but he totally ditched on me and he won't answer my calls. The asshole he is."

"Well-"

"OH! I haven't introduced myself, I'm [S/O]! Sorry, that was really rude of me."

He paused, cracking up an awkward smile.

"I could tell."

"Haha, yeah, anyway, have you seen him? He's such a dick for leaving me like that."

"He's in the training grounds with the others, I'll take you there, sweetheart."

"Aw, you're so nice. Thanks!"

He smirked, walking you over the base. How did you find the base? He doesn't know. Does he want to see Scout get yelled at? Yea.

♡♡♡

• "Jeremy what the hell?! You left me out there alone you dick. So fuckin' rude, and you didn't answer my calls..."

"OW- I TOLD YOU IM SORRY-" He winces, rubbing over the area you hit his head at. "I was busy..."

"Busy with what? Being a little bitch?"

• The mercs who watched from afar snickered, he gave you a frown and you retorted your insult.

"I'm sorry, you know I don't mean it babe."

"Yeah yeah, and I'm sorry for not telling you anything. I was busy, and I left my phone in my room."

"Okayyyy, I won't yell at you anymore. I came to ask if you wanted to go to the beach this week? I got this super cute beach set and like, we could take cute pics together. It'd be sooo fun!"

"Hell yeah, people will see my muscles and stuff."

• You chuckled, "Yeah! Your strong muscles, and we'll both look so cute together."

He smiled at that, then he looked you up and down.

"I never got a good look of you, but damn...you look real cute today." He muttered, "Are these new?" He said as took your hand in his, admiring the colored nails with their cute accessories.

You grinned brightly, "Yeah! I'm so glad you noticed." He felt himself melt, "They're nice. I like the colors."

• He was always so enamored by you. You were so energetic, so confident...you always wore whatever you wanted and did whatever you wanted because you never cared, and best of all you had the cutest fashion sense.

"I like how you did your make up today."

"Your hairs nice. It must've taken a while, yea?"

He started to comment on your outfit, telling you how cute you looked, making you chuckle and blush at his corny remarks. You two went quiet, and honestly, it was a new sight for these mercenaries.

• They'd never seen him so quiet, so enchanted by somebody before. Where he actually stops talking for once, and just looks at you with such love.

They almost don't believe it, Scout...BEING ROMANTIC? ain't no way.

"Wow, He's actually shutting up?" Medic says, "Pinch me, I'm dreaming." Sniper replied, making everybody crack a smile. They kept watching as you leaned down to give him a kiss, pulling back with the softest gaze they've ever seen on anybody.

"HEY! NO ROMANCE ON THE BATTLEFIELD!" Soldier screamed, making them both flinch and turn to their direction. "HEY HEY, WHERES THE PRIVACY AT? Fuckin perverts." He stands up from his bench, walking over with you outside as you chuckle in reply. He sticks his tounge out at them mockingly, as if saying "Your just jealous" before he does.

• Spy rolls his eyes, but there's a slight smile on his face. His son has found somebody good, somebody he can be happy with, even though they weren't somebody he expected. He's happy for him.

♡♡♡

I would've added more merc content for this but I liked how I wrote scout,, he loves ur fashion sense babe omggg

Honestly i miss writing scout, he's a big reason I'm really into tf2 in general haha.

#tf2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 scout x reader #scout tf2 x reader #scout tf2 #tf2 pyro #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 demo #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 engie #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy

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vay99 · 1 year

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Zoro x reader

My star

Anime/Manga: One Piece

"What a beautiful night." you smile as you're gazing at the stars. The swordsman, who's supposed to be asleep as everyone else, but instead is awake and protects the ship makes his way towards you.

But ever since you've joined you always told him that you could do that, being the straw hats astrologer (stargazer) you're up at night anyways. Never did he listen and insisted to accompany you.

"Totally." the swordsman agrees, appearing besides you.

"Zoro! You scared the hell out off me!" you scold him. Sitting down next to you on the grass he looks at your books.

"So you really know every star up there?" he asks, again. Every night he asks that, not believing that someone can actually do that.

"Yes Zoro, while you can't remember the answer to that question." you answer with a chuckle.

"Which star do you like the most?" he proceeds to ask.

"Your questions are the worst." you laugh, shaking your head.

"Why? You have a favorite color, which is (f/c), favorite food, (f/f), favorite song, (f/s), favorite book, (f/b). Why not a favorite star?"

"Y-you rememberd all of that?" you blush, turning your head away from him. Just then he notices what he said, making a blush creep onto his cheeks as well.

"I, uh, yeah, kinda." Zoro struggles, scratching the back of his neck.

Letting silence falling over you you stare up at the sky, smiling at the stars. But Zoro doesn't take his eyes off you. He can't.

"How I wish you'd look at me like that." Zoro breaths out, thinking he was quiet enough for you not to hear.

"Like what?" you ask, glancing at him before returning your view to the stars.

Taking a deep breath Zoro gathers up all his courage. "Like you look at the stars. Your eyes sparkle, you look the happiest when you're stargazing. I want to make you this happy as well."

Leaving you speechless and with wide eyes staring at him he stands up, attempting to walk off.

"Wait." you call out, softly. "I uhm, I'm not good with words but..."

Sitting down again Zoro leans against the reling.

"You do make me happy."

"Who knew you being flustered would be the cutest thing ever." Zoro chuckles, cupping your cheeks. "How can't I remember everything about you when you're my star."

Resting his forehead against yours he closes his eyes and smiles.

"About the question earlier... I think you're ny favorite star." you close your eyes as well.

"I'll remember that."

"I'm sure you will."

"And tease Sanji with it."

"Of course you will." you laugh along with him.

For the next few hours you show Zoro each constellation and how to use them to navigate, maybe that'll help his orientation problem. Maybe. Hopefully. But probably not.

Zoro is listening carefully, while he holds your hand and eventually pulls you into his lap and rests his chin on your shoulder, hugging you closely.

Feeling save and warm in his embrace you fall asleep.

"Sleep well." he kisses your cheek, not letting you go until the morning arrives.

*The next morning*

"What are you doing with (y/n)-chan?!" Sanji is the first to notice the couple, Brook and Robin right behind him.

"Be quiet you'll wake her up." Zoro hisses, but it's too late for that.

"What's going on?" you yawn, taking a few seconds before relealizing the situation. "This is so awkward."

Turning around in Zoros arms you hide your face in his neck.

"Let's go (y/n)." Zoro lifts you up with no effort at all.

"I'll take care of the books (y/n), get some rest." Robin smiles at you, but Brook and Sanji ain't that supportive.

"LET HER DOWN RIGHT NOW!" they yell but Zoro ignores them, taking you into the crow nest.

"That was embarrassing." you whine as he places you on the couch.

"Why? That ero-cook got jealous. That was fun." Zoro smirks, laying down beside you.

"They're still screaming." you point out, Brook is now singing a song about wanting to see you'd panties and Sanji is cry-yelling. "I won't survive this argh."

"Let's forget about them, all I wanna do is sleep, with you in my arms so no one can steal you." Zoro wraps his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours.

"Okay, let's teach them a lesson later." you hum in agreement.

"That's my girl." Zoro laughs, kissing the top of your head. "My star."

#One piece #One piece x reader #Zoro x reader #Roronoa Zoro x reader #Roronoa zoro #One piece fluff #zoro fluff

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zaiban2989 · 10 months

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BNHA S3 EP1 or the Pool Ep

Honestly, I've watched that ep at least 6 times in the last two weeks, just didn't have a chance to pause and talk about it until now lol That post gonna be long again 😭🤣

It's not "that much" of an important episode when you think of it, but it's still one of my favourites. Our cinnamon roll Izuku is just the cutest in this one, being manipulated by Denki & Mineta to use the pool so those pervs can spy on the girls lmao the whole thing is hilarious and cute af - I mean look at this cute baby being all fired up for training! 👇

Our little green bean is so cute and friendly and nice he even texted everyone to come and join them lmao Which is raising so many questions: did everyone in class 1-A share their numbers with each other? Does that mean that Kacchan actually gave it to everyone else, even Deku? Or is Kacchan the only one Izuku didn't text because, you know, fucked up relationship and all that, and it's only because Kirishima got the message that Kacchan came (like his bro definitely has his number and told him about the training)? Or do they all just have a group chat with the whole class so Izuku texted there so everyone, including Kacchan, saw it? I WANT ANSWERS!!!!

But considering the timing of how late Kirishima and Katsuki came to meet with them, I feel like the closest answer is that Kiri got Izuku's text and then texted Katsuki or even went to his house to drag him out or something... Kiri did say that it took him a while to get Katsuki to come, so that's probably it. The thought that Izuku can't even text Kacchan, or didn't even think he could, makes me so sad honestly 😭 (like imagine class A really does have a group chat and those two idiots are in there but never interact with each other's texts and secretly did save each other's numbers but yeah there's no way in hell they'd go and text the other because "Kacchan probably doesn't wanna talk to me", "why the heck should I text the nerd, I'm better than him!" *siiiiiiigh* I want a fic about this now lol)

Anyway, back to the episode... Iida, class rep, always at the ready to order people around lol It's so funny how everyone just listens to him though, I love it 💙

AND THEN THE BEST PART OF IT ALL HARKLZERLKRZEKDE - What happened? Iida and Izuku are having a little moment together (reminiscing what happened in s1 & s2) and Izuku says that he got here with the help of many others and that he needs to work that much harder and WHO yells a loud "OF COURSE!" to that?! Fucking Kacchan! 🧡💚seriously I can't, man! I have so many fucking thoughts on that scene alone, it's ridiculous lol

And I mean, what he says is so freaking weiiiiiiiiiird! (proof in pic👇)

Iida and Izuku were not even speaking that loudly, so how the fuck did Katsuki even hear all of that shit from where he was?! (he just arrived there with Ei, you see him walking up to them with his usual gremlin face, Kiri blocking him lmao)

So now I am HC-ing the fact that Katsuki actually do not have any fucking hearing impairments because of his Explosion quirk - on the contrary, he probably trained himself so fucking much so that shit would never be a problem and so that he could eavesdrop on any conversation his nerd would be having with other people (see Sport Festival and his stalking of Izu/Todo secret meeting lol)

I mean seriously, Kiri and him JUST arrived there and what's his first move? To fucking head to where Deku is hdezdezmde and you wanna tell me that guy ain't obsessed with his broccoli head? PLEASE!

"Otherwise there's no way I'd lose to a damn nerd like you!" - or literally, Katsuki openly admitting that he has been losing to the nerd (in the first DvKpt1 of course, but also when they teamed up against AM for the exam because he had been reckless and had to rely on the damn nerd for help - hell, he even lost consciousness and the guy dragged him to the exit (HC-ing again, but pretty sure Kats asked for the recording of that fight cuz he didn't remember and wanted to know what the fuck happened - he'll never tell Izuku though))

So our blonde baby IS already growing up, it's subtle but for someone like Katsuki to say that he's lost to Deku, I mean that is fucking big, man. I'm certain Izuku didn't even pick up what that meant here, but progress baby, you've been acknowledged by your person! 🧡💚

As soon as he's there, he's already picking a fight with his baby nerd lmao at this stage, it's established he sees both Deku & Todo as his rivals - Hori is even already setting the tone for the next gen' of UA Big Three since the 3 of them end up being the ones winning each racing rounds and are now facing each other in the final

(Just some appreciation of how fucking hot Katsuki is when he doesn't make his bitch face lmao 🔥🧡 also the fucking V-shape he has, god dammit man!)

Of course, the final round doesn't happen - I wonder who Hori would have turned into the winner on that one lol Guess it was too hard to decide huh flekdmzemdez Look at those dum-dums' faces as their quirks got erased 🤣

That episode is so gold, I swear! Even the ending with Katsuki's frustration of not having raced against Deku & Todo when he's on his way back with Kiri and the fact that we see once again that his goal hasn't changed (yet?), honestly, it's endearing 🧡

"No matter who it is, I won't let them catch up to me, let alone get ahead of me!" - oh baby boy, talking about your insecurities like that *sobs* it makes it even more amazing that he changed so freaking much by s5-s6 because he's no longer with that mindset 😭 "The nerd's ahead of me now but I can still catch up!" fuck me man, that 180 is just... *cries*

You see his All Might fanboying seeping through what he says and how he's determined to prove himself, someone please give that baby a hug😭 (he fucking gets kidnapped in this season, I can't man)

ANYWAYS, I LOVE THIS EPISODE SO MUCH OKAY?! lmao Ending this review with the official season ending, firework moment and Kacchan next to his Deku (come on, Hori could have placed him anywhere else there but nope)

That's it, folks! Cheers for coming to my ted talk lol Till next time!🧡💚

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 4 months

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"Give me smoochie! MWAH MWAH MWAH-"

Hobie Brown x OC!Diane

Pink Paint Prints - Diane's devious.

"-Diane!" Hobie groaned - but alas, it was too late.

"No! Come'ere." Diane laughed wickedly, pulling the taller boy in as she assaulted Hobies face with an onslaught of kisses.

"Get kissed up!" She demanded, as Hobie faked a wince, like a begrudging cat.

In Diane's defence - he had it coming.

Her smooches left a trail of cerise marks across his face, pink pops of glitter dotted frantically on each cheek, each with an accompanying kissy sound.

Finally, Hobie gave in, relaxing into her embrace - and up this close she smelled like icing and strawberries, a breath of fresh air compared to the smog of his world.

"Might as well get it outta your system, yeah?"

He didn't have to tell her twice.

Diane wrapped her arms around his thin frame in a bear hug and Hobie screwed his face, snickering as Diane placed one last solid kiss on the tip of his nose.

"MWAH!"

"Had your fun?" Hobie asked, as Diane pulled away, cupping his face in her hands.

"Don't you look adorable!" Diane told him, admiring her handy work. "Don't answer that - you do. You're the cutest, smoothest, stone-cold fox, Bie-bie!" She said, pinching his cheek. "I knew this lip color would look good on your skintone!"

"This premeditated then?" He said, watching as Diane's smile grew into a smirk. "That eager to get your hands on me?"

"Uh-huh." She'd nodded. "Now just tell me how the formula holds up, okay?"

"What?"

"The formula?" She said, as dread began to creep in on Hobies stomach. On instinct, he reached up to touch his cheek, long fingers rubbing at the stains of pink.

"They say it's long-lasting. 36 hours! And like, that can't be true. But I can't wear it for 36 hours. But you-"

"Diane-"

When Hobie looked down at his fingers barely any had transferred, traces of glitter left on his gloves the only evidence.

Fuck.

"Diane." Hobie said, more urgently this time, more skeptical, rubbing harder. "I know you ain't do what I think you did-"

Diane laughed deviously. Hobie could feel the prints drying down already.

"I did." she squeaked.

"Diane! The hell is this? What's this shite made of?!"

"I really don't know," she said, "But they call it Liquid Lip Paint or somethin'."

"And by the looks of it, they ain't lying." Diane said, watching as Hobie scrubbed his cheeks with his hands, efforts futile.

"You twat!" Hobie groaned, making a grab for her.

On instinct, Diane pushed forward on her toes, rolling backwards on her skates and right out of his range.

She errupted in giggles, throwing her head back in laughter as Hobie came after her.

"Ah, help!" She yelled, laughing all the while. "Hobie's being mean to me!"

"Come here-" he warned, swiping at her. And just as easily - Diane twirled just out of grasp, his fingers only gracing her as her skates carried her backwards.

When that didn't work, he tried to web her. Though, it was no use.

Diane geared up, kicking off and leaving him in the dust.

"Diane!" Hobie said, his demand lost in a bout of giggles, and the sound of rolling plastic wheels.

Diane took off, and she was gone.

That's what he got for trusting a groupie.

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"What in God's name happened to you?" Miguel questioned, a sharp eyebrow raised in Hobie's direction.

"What's it look like, mate?" Hobie sighed, pulling on his mask. The morning had been populated by giggles and glances, on the account of Hobie's face being painted in pink lip-prints.

Pavitr had nearly squeeled when he saw it, a new gift for Gayatri already in mind.

'That's so dreamy, you guys!' he'd exclaimed. 'Hobie's dreamy.' Diane smiled. 'Are you going to give me a makeup wipe or not?' 'No.' she said happily. "Now quit asking me that."

Hobie rubbed the stress from his brow. "Diane's what happened."

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#they so silly sometimes #this was gonna be longer but I'm lazy #spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderpunk #hobie brown x oc #hobie x oc #Hobie x Diane #DiscoPunk #disco spider #DiscoSpider

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ggreactionsandscenarios · 1 year

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Hey!! Can I ask for a scenario with LOONA's Chuuves (Chuu + Yves), where they are arguing on who you're favorite member LOONA member is and trying to give you gifts (bribe you) to choose them, but then you end up choosing someone else (because you can't choose between your girlfriends/want to mess with them a bit)? 💕

Chuu x Yves x Reader

I like.. Choerry

"Come on Y/N just tell Chuu I'm your favorite, you're just being cruel at this point."

Chuu looked at you angrily waiting for your answer, her cheeks all red because of how she keeps holding her breath out of anger, which to be honest is really cute.

"I won't choose, end of discussion."

You turned your back at them and walked towards the other girls, annoyed by this never ending argument. They followed you and sat on both of your sides, trapping you.

"You don't have to, you already did at some point, it's only natural."

Yves continued, she was unusally persistent today, Chuu probably told her she was your favorite.

You looked at the concerned girl suspisciously.

"You started this didn't you ?"

Your girlfriend looked at you innocently.

"I only said the truth."

"Which would be ?"

"That I'm your favorite out of the twelve of us because I'm the cutest."

The statement was obviously paired with a cute face, everything to make you agree. But you knew better than to get into your girlfriends' arguments.

"I never said that."

You wouldn't give them the possibility to put that on you, if they wanted to fight it'll be between the two of them.

You took your fork and were about to put it in your mouth when Yves cut you off.

"So I'm your favorite ! I knew it !"

You sighed, you weren't going to be able to eat at peace it seems.

"I didn't say that either."

"Oh come on you have to choose !"

You rolled your eyes.

"Okay Choerry is my favorite."

They were about to continue harassing you for an answer but stopped.

"Wait what ?"

"I like Choerry, now can I eat ?"

They both looked at each other while the other girls were laughing at their antics.

"You can't just say Choerry like that."

"Why not ?"

"She ain't cuter than me..." "..and she ain't sexier than me..."

Both were questioning their whole lives.

"Am I not sexy enough ?.." Yves was clearly in the middle of a mental breakdown.

"Olivia Hye I am cute, right ?"

"No."

You choke at her response even though it was expected.

Choerry obviously arrived at this moment and received terrifying stares from both of your girlfriends.

"What did I do again ?"

"Are you trying to steal our girlfriend ?"

"What ?! No, why ?"

"Y/N said you're her favourite, tell us your secret."

You took the knife out of Sooyoung's hands and put it down on the table far away from her reach.

"Oh thanks Y/N."

"You're welcome."

You chuckled at how she was blushing well until you felt two pairs of eyes digging holes in both your sides.

"Okay girls, that's enough I love you both very much, I don't have any favorite."

They both crossed their arms.

"Oh you do, we all heard it."

Man you were in deep trouble, you spend the rest of the day trying to make up with your girlfriends.

You knew you shouldn't have answered.

Hey, finally posting your request. Hope you like it. Have a good day/night 😘 -Ael

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claire-elvisgirl · 8 months

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A growing Lily - pt. 1

Here we aaaare!!! Part 1 is finally ready...I hope you like it. Daddy is ready to show his love...chapter 1 is cute and soft, but the others 2 will be particularly detailed and full of love, sex and all the stuff we like so much! Enjoy!

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Word count:2012

Summary: You’re divorced. Elvis takes you and you little daughter to live with him.

Warnings: Nothing particular in chapter 1

Your marriage wasn’t meant to be a happy one. You knew it the moment you find out you were pregnant. Your husband didn't take the thing too well and left you. You didn't want to give up on your baby, so you kept on with your pregnancy alone. You were young and inexperienced, but you managed it very well and had a beautiful girl named Lily.

She was your only joy. One sunny afternoon she asked you to take her to the park to play. You didn't feel so good, but she insisted and you decided to take her out. A nice breath of fresh air would have helped you too.

You sat on a bench and she flew off to play. While you were watching her, a young man appeared and approached you. He had incredible blue eyes and dark blond hair. “Hi miss!” he said with a soft voice. You looked up: “Hello!”. “May I sit down?” he asked gently. “Of course!” you answered. He sat next to you and started to talk. You ignored him. “I’m Elvis, by the way. You got a name, li'l gal?”

“Y/n!” you replied without looking at him. “Y/n? Why, that's a real pretty name. Where you from? I ain't seen you aroun' here before.”

You heard him keep on asking things about you. The thing bothered you, but at the same time you found him interesting. “I’m in town since a month!”

He looked at you surprised: “You’ve been here for a month, and I ain't seen you 'til now? Man, I must be blind! I never met a gal as pretty as ya before.”

You coughed. Then Lily ran to you. "Mommy can we play now?".

Elvis was shocked and enchanted at the same time: “Why, what is this? We got ourselves a momma's little girl here?” He kneeled down in front of Lily and started to make funny faces. “Who's this little princess?”

You smiled: “This is Lily, my daughter”. He turned to her. “Well, hellooo Lily! Ya look just like your momma!” He winked at you. Lily giggled. "Who's he mama?"

Elvis pinched her cheek: “I’m a good friend of mommy, Lily. My name is Elvis! Can you say it?”. She smiled and repeated: “Eylvis?!:” He laughed and you smiled as Lily ran away to play. “Boy she’s the cutest thing I've ever seen!” he said. “You and your husband should be very proud!”.

“Well, in fact I am!”. Elvis noticed something bothered you. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

“I’m…I’m not married! I was!”

He tried to understand. “Was, huh? So you ain't married anymore?” He looked at you sadly.

You shook your head and looked up: “Well...he left me while I was pregnant of Lily!”

He turned agry: “He...what??? Now that were just plain awful. Now, a gal like you shouldn't be all alone. Ain't ya got nobody here for ya?”

You hated pity and compassion from others. “Oh don't worry, I can manage everything pretty well!”. He put a hand on your shoulder causing you to shiver inside. “Ya really think ya can raise a child all by yourself? A child needs a man, sugar, someone to protect 'em!”. He was getting more involved as time passed. You looked down. “I can't force him to stay with me if he doesn't want to!”. Elvis grabbed your hand and looked deeply into your eyes. “I wasn’t talking about him!!”

You looked at him for a while. You couldn't believe what he was saying.

“Elvis…!?”. Thousands of thoughts flipped through your mind. He was practically offering you a new home, a new life, with him and Lily. You took back your hand from his.

“Why would you do that? I mean...why would you take a girl with a daughter? You're not worried about what people could say!?

He laughed loudly. “Y/n, I don't care 'bout what them other fools might say. All I care now is 'bout you, and 'bout that precious little girl. If ya say yes, you're gonna be my wife and she’s gonna be my little girl. We're gonna be a family! A real family!”

He smiled at you and you slowly looked up at him and smiled back. “Are you serious?”

He turned serious: “Dead as a rock, y/n. I’ll be your man for the rest o' ya life!” As he slowly leaned towards you, Lily laughed loudly pointing her little finger to you. He smiled and gently picked Lily up on his lap. “Why, look at that. Seems like your little princess here wants us to be together!” Lily smiled, she seemed to know what's good for you. He kissed you again, this time more passionately. Lily pulls out her arms to him. "Daddy!?" He blushed and held her in his arm.

"Come here, my little angel. Come to daddy". Lily smiled and hugged him tightly. You looked at them, a little worried. You were certainly pleased about the situation, but you were afraid of rushing things, especially for your little girl. You didn't want to hurt her in any way.

You tried to get Lily back and explained to her that he’s no daddy.

Elvis held her tightly. “Ah come on, y/n, don't be angry with her. Lil' Lily is happy, aren't ya honeybee?” He sat Lily back on his lap and put his nose on hers. "Awww, look at ya little angel! Daddy loves ya, Lily." Lily touched his face and looked at him with her bright blue eyes. You were melting inside at that sight and you were feeling that maybe that young man could really change your life.

“Elvis you don’t have to do it…” you told him seriously.

He pinched your cheek: “Don’t worry, don't ya just see that we're bonding too well? Me, you, and lil' Lily, we can be a real family! You just have to say yes!” Lily smiled and kissed Elvis' nose.

You were tempted to tell him yes right there, but suddenly a strange fear pierced your heart. You saw all your past life in a second: the marriage, the separation, the divorce…you were not ready to face all these things again. “I...I can’t, I’m sorry!” You got up from the bench and took Lily in your arms: "C’mon Lily, time to go home".

Elvis stood speechless as he watched you going away. Lily looked at him and started to cry: "No, mama! I wanna stay with Eylvis!". You tried to calm down Lily and took her way home. Elvis stood up and ran after you: “Y/n, ya can’t take away my little angel!”. You looked at him firmly: “Elvis please, she's not yours and you know it!” He stood up and went after you. Lily was still crying "Daddy…Eylvis!".

He grabbed you from behind. “Y/n you can't do it…”.

You tried to explain your reasons very calmly: “Elvis please, if you want to do it, I'm ok, but I can't do it in a snap! It’s a thing that has to be settled with time and patience...”

He nodded: “Why, of course! Of course I’ll be a gentleman 'bout it. I’ll give ya all the time ya need. But remember, this is just between you and me...and your little angel over here. Now, ain't this a real pretty picture of a family?” He held you both tight against him. You looked at him a little scared, but at the same time you felt relieved and happy.

You gave him your hand. “Listen, I'll think about that, ok?”. He kissed your hand: “You take all the time ya need, darlin'” then he looked at Lily. "Awwww, what a cute little angel. Do you know who's your daddy, Lily? Yeah, Eylvis is your daddy now!” Lily looked at you, smiling. You felt strange inside. For the first time you thought maybe you really needed someone, and most of all you’re enthusiastic about how much Lily loves Elvis.

He tickled Lily. “It's like this little honeybee knows just what's best for us. And now I got a little mission for ya, y/n!”

“A mission?” you asked.

“Yeah. I want you to go home and gather all the things that you and Lily need for you to be living with me from now on. I want it all ready in 'bout two days. What ya say 'bout that?

You stopped and stared at him. “Two days?? Oh Elvis, how can I…? I mean, it's happening so fast, I have to be sure I can trust you. I can't let this thing hurt me or Lily!”

He grabbed your hand again and his eyes were pointing right at yours. “Ya can trust all I say. Look how I love your little angel. Look how she loves me!” He kissed Lily on the forehead.

You were starting to trust him and you decided to give him a try. “You know what, you're right! I'm in!

He was filled with joy and he held you tight. “Oh y/n you’re making me so happy! We’ll be the best family ever!” Lily smiled again. "Ya, daddy!" and she hugged you both. Elvis smiled, kissed you and Lily and left. You looked after him, your face was a mixture of joy and excitement, but you were still a little worried.

In the following day you kept thinking about him and his proposal. He was offering you a stable home and a new life. You were really concerned, but you thought you had nothing to lose. You trusted him. He told you that was not the first time he saw you. He had spotted you and Lily many times before, but he never had had the courage to talk to you. And now he was practically asking you to marry him. Legally or not. All these thoughts were bouncing in your head, as you started to gather things you and Lily may need to go with him. Before you left, you took Lily in your arms and asks her what she thought about Elvis; you wanted to be sure that she would be really happy. You were still in doubt, but Lily gave you the courage to go ahead. She loved Elvis very much; she kept on calling him daddy and the way they bonded at the park was really amazing.

Two days after, he came to pick you up with his car. He got off and ran to hug you and Lily: “My precious girls…”. Then he turned to you. “Ready?”. You nodded and seated in the car. He drove away…away from your past, from your husband and from all the bad things that happened to you.

He took you to his home, a beautiful country home with a big garden.

He was enthusiastic. “Hey, look! The whole gang is waiting for us!!”. You were concerned: “Elvis who are these people? I thought we would be alone…”

He smiled at you grabbing your cheek. “Oh don't ya worry. My friends are the best fellas you could ask for. They'll keep us safe and happy, honey. Now, come with me, I’ll show ya around!” He parked and Lily gets out of the car and hugs him. Then all the others came, one after the other welcoming the new family member. Elvis opened the door and helped you to get out of the car.

You stopped and watch all the wonderful things around you: “This place is amazing!”

“I told ya!” You smiled and followed Elvis. Lily looked at the guys. They were dressed in a way she had never seen before. She pulled you close laughing: "Mommy, are they cowboys?"

You laughed back: “Of course they are my love, aren't they Elvis?" You winked at him. He played your game.

“You betcha, Lily! These guys are the best! Now, let’s go meet 'em all!” You looked at Elvis. You kiss passionately. You felt really in love with him. Then you hug each other. You heard noises behind you, but you don't worry about it. You don't care what others think, because you are finally happy.

#elvis presley #elvis the king #elvis fans #elvis history #elvis smut #70s elvis #elvis imagine #50s elvis #60s elvis #elvis x reader #elvis fanfic #elvis fanfiction

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dumplingsjinson · 9 months

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naurrrrr, so a lot has happened since thursday last week ('tis now a tuesday). the long distant dude i voice called on thursday (took us 6 months and a fucktonne of communication issues in between) hasn't been answering my messages since the call and long story short, i'm kicking him to the curb for the meanwhile and if he ever replies then gg. ion need a partner OR a friend like that, ngl, because he's been inconsistent for the longest of fucking time, and i don't wanna agonise over someone like that any longer.

on friday, i went out with another guy. we'll call him... the cat dude, cause he loves cats and has one himself (she's the cutest thing ever, with the pics he's been sending me). first half of the date was a little boring, ngl. he's a lil' awkward. he was probably also a lil' nervous, which i don't blame him for.

and then we got drunk as shit for the second half, and i was leaning against him and everything while we were trekking around the city, and uh... AHEM. we ended up making out during karaoke. several times at that. i initiated most of them, too, because i wanted someone to kiss (mayhaps kissing is quite fun, imma tell you that much), so i'm like... LKFNEWLKFN. TAKE ALCOHOL AWAY FROM ME RIGHT NOW. a complete menace to society, your honour!

like, i still remember our first kiss where i turned around to face him, looked at him for a second or two then pulled him in by the nape of neck to kiss him. i don't remember how the other ones happened but i remember he initiated one of them. i remember him cuddling close to me, with me leaning against him, while we sang into our mics; him kissing my face (do guys just like... do that after you kiss them or what is this????). the karaoke room was like... right near reception and there's like a small window where people can see us so if workers/guests were walking around, they might have caught us doing that. so yeah. no decorum whatsoever.

i kissed him goodbye at the train station when he dropped me off (I WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING WHEN SOBER, I WOULDN'T EVEN HUG SOMEONE WHEN LEAVING UNLESS THEY GO IN FOR THE HUG FIRST SO BITCH), before i hopped my drunk ass on the train to get home (and now i cannot stop thinking about it for the life of me!!! fuck me!! and i also can't stop wishing i kissed him for longer LMFAO). he ended up staying at a hotel (i'm so thankful i didn't stay with him or else things might have happened and i would have woken up to true regretfulness).

saturday morning, i wake up with a slight hangover (so worse than what happened the week before this when i got drunk as shit) he messages me and says he enjoyed my company, both drunk and sober and i was like... oh. because i thought he didn't enjoy my company while sober LMFAO, but i guess i was wrong (or maybe he was being polite, i have no clue). and now i'm seeing him again this week saturday for a small picnic with the promise we won't be drinking any sort of alcohol. AND IDK MAYBE I'M STUPID but i think he might be feeling me a little? he's more fun over text than in person tbvh, but again, first meet ups are usually a lil' awkward ahaha. and like... he's chill and i wanna see where this goes. (all i can say is, guys definitely get vvvv clingy when they're drunk! you break that touch barrier earlier on and they'll be all up in your personal space esp when you decide to add a few drinks to the mix lmfao. and yeah i only got drunk with like two dudes so the sample size isn't big but ya know??). i know his ass remembers what happened even if we never explicitly talked about it, but i ain't even embarrassed about it at this point. i just find it so funny lkwnfklwenf

as for the mixed signals guy... the dude who kissed me while drunk and got all clingy with me? the one who told me a few days later that he liked someone else? the one who was supposed to watch the fuckin' barbie movie with me? he flaked on my ass LAST MINUTE so he could go have a study date with the girl he likes. (that girl, according to him, doesn't like him back, and he's been pissy about it ever since.)

this guy is a MESS. he keeps reiterating that we're friends and nothing more so i'm acting like a friend towards him even though he probably doesn't fucking deserve my friendship considering how he could so easily flake on a friend after they planned a hang out with him over a WEEK in advance. a whole fucking week, with solid plans, and he fucking flakes. all because he wants to see the girl he's simping after. rude ass fucking bitch! that is not a good friend quality to have at all. inconsiderate, if you ask me. thank fuck i was able to find another friend to go with me.

there's also a lot of shit going on with him and the more i talk to him, the more i'm like... my god, i should probably drop him. i've been telling my friends about it and they're like "is this man okay? you sure you still wanna talk with him?" and i'm starting to think - no, i don't. he has hella issues, thinks getting into a relationship is the only means of having someone care about him (completely disregarding the fact that friends can care about you, too, sometimes even more than a partner does), and he's done questionable shit in the past. he also says really questionable shit.

and, like, don't get me wrong, i wanna be there for him and like... i can partially see why he might be the way he is today, but we had a conversation about it last night and he basically tried to push me away and i'm out here like - why would you ask me to be your friend when your end goal is to push me away? why ask for someone to care about you when this is the shit you do???? you can't be there for someone who simply just doesn't want to get their shit together. it gets draining really fucking quickly.

oh, not to mention, he ghosted all of his friends when he got with his now ex so fucking gg, mate. he seems to expect me to do the same with him when i get into a relo and i'm like... motherfucker, i'm not you. assuming i'd do that, just because you did that yourself, is just so hurtful. a complete red flag of a human being, if you ask me. if he continues to be like this then i'm taking the left exit. i don't need this shit in my life, right now or ever.

#LONG POST #personal #vent #love life rambles #and some other things #don't want advice lol just needed to rant a little #so yeah #some men ain't shit fr #some men are THE shit and ion wanna continue fumbling the good ones #cat guy chronicles

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Hiii! Could you do a James potter twin reader x Marlene pretty please?? Thx so much!!

I can do it again if you want?

Marlene McKinnon x fem! Potter! Reader

Summary: Marlene thinks her crush doesn't like it because she never talks, when really it's because she's shy...and has a monster crush on her as well

Warnings: swearing, acquaintances to lovers, quiet mutual pining, super shy! reader, first kiss, getting together, established wolfstar and jilly

A/n: 1.8k words, implied Hufflepuff reader but it’s never said x

Navigation | Marlene McKinnon Masterlist

You were headed to the library, books clutched to your chest and in your own little world when you spot your brother and his friends. You smiled as you saw he was with Lily, you didn’t know the girl all too well as you mostly hung about with Amos and Alex but you knew she was kind and more than held your brothers heart.

You debated whether or not to say hello, not because you wouldn’t be welcome but more because of one of Lily’ friends, Marlene.

Marlene was beyond gorgeous, confident, out going, complete opposite to you, the quiet, be it nerdy bookworm. She was in all of your classes, yet in almost 7 years of school along with your brother and her being besties, you had never spoken a singleword to her.

Embarrassingly it wasn’t due to the opportunity never presenting itself, it had in fact happened more times than you care admit. She tried to make conversation, using your brother and hers random once a year adventures as an in, yet you offered her nothing but a nervous smile in response.

Due to this, you ultimately decided you would just walk on by with a wave and not stop. Your brother would know not to drag you into conversation, he learned over the years to let you work at your own pace with people, especially extroverts like himself

“Hey little potter” you hear Sirius say with his elbow leaning softly on Remus’ shoulder and you smile at him, not just due to the greeting but the height difference between the two made the whole scene adorable

You offer a wave with your smile, seeing all of them do the same, but really you were focused on the fact Marlene did it, in your eyes or maybe your imagination, a little more enthusiastically than the others. Either way you walked to the library with the biggest smile on your face, she would never know but that small act sent your heart to the stars

“She’s the cutest witch alive ain't she” Sirius comments to the group as they watch your receding figure

Remus hums in agreement “That she is love” he smiles, gently removing Sirius’ arm and replacing it with his own around the shorter boys shoulders

Sirius blushes ever so slightly but luckily the conversation focus' on you so the only one who would tease him for it would be Remus’ later

“Why didn’t she say hi?” Alice wonders out loud, her voice sweet and they all can practically feel Frank melting beside her

James’ eyes light up but they shine when Lily answers for him

“Oh that’s her way of saying hi back is a smile, she’s just really shy” she explains with her head leaning into James’ bicep

Marlene smiles at that

“Does she ever speak?” she asks nicely, her voice softer than normal as it always was when the topic revolved around yourself

“Yeah, just takes her a while to open up” James replies, subtly raising an eyebrow as he was the only one to pick up on the blonde becoming absolutely mush around you

“Took her living in a house with me before she and I actually had a conversation that she led…let me tell you the girl can talk when she gets going, it’s so cute when she geeks out” Sirius notes

“She and I got close by sneaking to the kitchens during parties because they weren’t really our thing” Remus adds

Sirius lets out a laugh “I remember that…and I remember us all thinking you were shagging” his tone changes a little at the end

“Jealous pup” Remus’ whispers while Lily and Peter tell Marlene, Alice and Frank how they bonded with you

Sirius flushes

“Shut up Mr I thought you fancied Marlene still you realised we were just getting high and crying about how we didn’t think the people we loved swayed that way” he whispers quickly back, recalling how Marlene used to pine after Dorcas, or at least thats who he assumed it was considered they dated for a few months, but she never actually said a name

“Oh that reminds me I needed to give y/n her book back” Lily says, pulling it out of her bag “I’ll be back in a jiffy” she says but Marlene stops her

“I can take. I need to go there anyway actually” she lies, really she just wanted to try and talk to you alone, no classmates, no friends, no drunk party goers, just you, her and the books

Lily tilts her head while Sirius just plain asks what they were all thinking

“Why would you need to go to the library?"

“She needs to pick up a book for our Runes assignment” James covers for her

They did have an assignment but the class was a joke, hence why they took it so they could just have fun and Marlene teach James more muggle stuff. Originally it was so he could understand Lily better but then he just enjoyed her company…besides it was likely she would be his sister in law at some stage anyway

Marlene gives James a thankful smile as Lily happily hands her the book, mouthing a ‘thank you’ to him to which he returns with a ‘go get her’

You sighed as you sat in the corner of the library, resting your chin on your crossed over arms. Looking up and out of the small window nearby, crying over your potions homework could wait a few minutes. Right now you just wanted to stare out of the window and daydream about Marlene

Imagining a confident you…okay a you that could speak and was actually dating her. Imagining yourself laying your head in her lap as she read to you, or her arm around you as she spoke with the group…maybe having a study session late at night and kissing her between the shelves...

“Hi”

The sudden voice had you falling out of your chair, face feeling more than hot as you realised who it was

“You okay dolly?” She asks while you felt yourself die and go to the afterlife

Dolly, she called me dolly

You just nod, scrambling a little as you climb back into your seat and chewing your bottom lip as she takes a seat next to you

“I have Lily’s book for you” she places it on the table with a smile, looking as confident as ever

She wasn’t her confident self though, around you she felt nervous, terrified she would accidentally scare you away. She knew from James you liked girls, so that was one less worry but she was still utterly terrified you didn’t like her. No matter how much James tried to assure her, no matter all the stories of how shy you were, she was still nervous you just genuinely just hated her company and thats why you never spoke

Say something…anything…fuck it, you think

“Thanks”

If the library hadn’t been dead quiet, the windows shut and Marlene purposefully listening for even the smallest of squeaks she would have missed it but she didn’t and she heard it. She couldn’t help but wiggle in her seat a little, trying not to just yell my crush since forever finally spoke to me, to the whole world

“Anything for you” she lets slip from her lips and if you weren’t melting before you were sure as merlin a puddle now

You shy away from her, looking out of the window again but she can see the gentle tugging up of your lips

“What are you studying?” she looks over the books “Oh potions…fun”

You giggle at the sarcasm in her tone and it’s perfect. Marlene had imagined your laugh many times, but the real one swept her expectations out of the water

“Fun as Mr Binns telling us about historical mischief” you softly quip

Marlene’ eyes widen, sub-consciously…consciously…scooting closer, giggling unapologetically with a small snort at the end

“Trust him to make mischief boring” she replies and you laugh again “Don’t even get me started on broom history…I frickin love quidditch but seriously who needs to know that the first brooms practically gave the users splinters up their arse” another laugh but this time it’s louder, freer

“You’re funny” you compliment and she gives you the widest smile

“So are you” she returns it, leaning her elbows on the desk, so close they are teasing yours “I’d offer to help but there’s a reason I’m not getting a NEWT in it” she confesses

You smile, your stomach full of butterflies unsure if you may puke or not but at least you can speak now

“It’s okay, Alex is rather good at it I’m sure he can help me later after practice”

“That mean you’re free right now?” she inquires, hope evident in her voice

“I suppose” you let your elbows touch, feeling a small shock rush through you

“You want to maybe go a walk with me?” her voice wavers at the start but she quickly recovers

You meet her eyes, maybe it was the seeds of first love or the way the light was hitting off of the window but you could have swore they sparkled as you said

“Okay”

“Great!” ghe says a little loudly and you let out a small squeak “Sorry” her cheek go a little red...more than a little red

“You know…” you start before taking a deep breath

Yes she asked you to go a walk but what you were about to suggest turned it into a real date

“…Jamie showed me all of the secret passageways, including ones to Hogsmeade” your voice is soft and your words slow, eyes doe like as you watch for her answer

Marlene resists the urge to kiss you…for all of two seconds.

Her lips left yours as fast as they met them, it was just a peck but it meant everything to you both, even if Marlene thought she ruined or misread everything as you had gone a tad catatonic

“I’m sorry” she apologies, a sad look on her face

You shake your head a little, an act that would have been so cute to the girl if she wasn’t freaking out.

Your fingers go to your lips, gently tracing along them “Did I…umm” you start to lose your voice once more but fight to keep it “….imagine…” nope it’s a losing battle, she broke you

“I can do it again if you want” she masks her nerves with a small joke but you nod like she was dead serious “Really?” you nod again

Marlene doesn’t rush this one, her hand gently cupping your face as her thumb brushes over your cheek. She admires you for a minute, shamelessly enjoying you swimming in your seat and melting under her touch just like she had always dreamed of

“You have no idea how long I’ve what this dolly” is what she whispers before your lips touch

The kiss is sweet and the girl finds herself smiling into it, you may not be able to speak but merlin did your lips move in sync with hers and when she pulls back your lips chase hers breifly before you press them together, the plumpness evident as well as your want for it to never have ended.

"You coming then dolly" she quickly places your books in your bag, holding out her hand as she stands up

You just take it, voice long gone for this hills by now

“Can I assume our date will be mostly wordless”

You nod with a small pout

She pecks it "No worries dolly" she takes your hand "I can talk enough for the two of us"

Thank you for reading 💛

#marlene mckinnon x y/n #marlene mckinnon x reader #marlene mckinnon and reader #marlene x reader #marlene x you #marlene mckinnon #marlene and reader #marauders fic #marauders era #marauders #wlw #lgbtq

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Ok stupid question but I had to ask BC I love the way you answer things haha 💓💓 (Sorry if that was worded weirdly)

So Jonesy (I think that's the dog's name in House of Wax) from all the Sinclair brothers who do you Jonesy likes the most and who do you think likes Jonesy the best?

it's not weird at all!! now that my HOW brainworms are back, any excuse to ramble incoherently about this dumbass movie and the characters is like. PURE gold. lmao 💀

okay, so imo, vinny is definitely the favorite. the first place where we see jonesy in the movie is in the wax museum and that is def not a coincidence!! they were hanging out!! jonesy just got bored of watching her dad labor over the fine details of the wax titty & wandered upstairs.

they're best friends!! I just know it!! that shot where vincent's turning wade to wax? and jonesy jumps up on the bed? the CUTEST. rip wade 🙏 but?? I adore that sm.

and he takes the puppy w/him when he goes to murder blake & paige. unhinged dog dad behavior if I've ever seen it. I can 100% see them both quietly coexisting in the same space together for hours on end—vincent sculpting and sketching, jonesy napping next to him. padding upstairs in the middle of the night to have a midnight snack. UGH

I v much also subscribe to the line of thinking that lester doesn't live in corpsetown & has a lil shack of his own in the woods. but he absolutely hustles up to the house routinely to bring jonesy weird roadkill snacks and play w/her in the backyard. if anyone in the family is committed to getting her energy out, it's v much him. they're just outside for hours n hours tossing a mangled deer leg around and kicking up dirt. I feel.

as for bo. well. he v much strikes me as the kind of guy who pretends to be fairly ambivalent about the fact they have a dog running around. if jonesy ever stirs up trouble or chews thru smthn, he's the first one to be like, "UH??? it's your fuckin' dog?? I ain't never ask for this??"

v much onery dad energy. he catches vincent giving jonesy some food off his plate and immediately starts talking about how he's spoiling the damn dog and THIS is why she knocked over the garbage can & got coffee grounds and eggshells all over the kitchen floor.

never mind that he's always giving her scraps of whatever random concoction he's eating. she's chowing down on eggo waffles and beef jerky and hostess snacks whenever he's around. but no, it's vincent who spoils her. sure, jan.

he wants a huntin and fishin dog, but he's not much of a hunter or a fisher. so he gets a couch potato that sits next to him while he drinks beer and rewatches old spaghetti westerns. and he totally doesn't care about it or like her. totally.

#I'd love to find out the true origin of the name jonesy tbh. it's fanon. and I know it's a ref to alien.#but like? whomst started using it first? bc everyone has adopted it @ this point #obsessed how this one headcanon took over the whole community omg #that's def a claim to fame lmao #it's cute!! love that our girl has birthed so many cute fan theories #even tho I think? the puppy in the film is also a boy? don't quote me on that but. I THINK #and even tho I'm v in love w/these boys having a female dog. the idea of the pup bein a boy and this whole dumb town just bein Boy Central?#kinda love that idea lmao #@ this point calling the dog anything else in a fic would feel like cognitive dissonance from the fanon. bc it's so v widespread #EDIT: I literally just googled it and found the source! @slash-em-up #and it's not an alien ref actually. she's named after jocelyn jones from tourist trap. v interesting #sinclair brainrot hours #asks #anonymous #long post #when I first got into this fandom I thought about mixing it up in a fic & naming the puppy smthn else.#I almost never mention her in fics bc it bugged me that we didn't have a canon name lmao 😭 bc my brain is wired strangely ig fhsjsgshsgsg #but I love knowing the fanon lore. v nice v cool v tasty

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